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MONSTERS DON’T DO BACKGROUND CHECKS - 2/?

-UFSans x Reader

Chapter One

Summary: Moving across the country and starting your life anew on the basis of a rumour may not be the smartest thing you’ve ever done…but, well, you’re here.

If only you could stop running into that asshole skeleton, life would be pretty good.

Tags: underfell au, bara Sans, afab reader, enemies to lovers, fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut, slow burn, swearing, alcohol, smoking, past abuse, plot

Notes: Currently at 84k words and 11 chapters on AO3. Also, objectively bad decision are made below.

Chapter Two: Monsters Don't Like Compliments

2 Weeks Later

“Here is your keycard. The room number is written on the card. Please use the elevator to your right. Enjoy your stay at MTT Resort.” You finish your spiel with a smile. The monster -some sort of round fish monster- walks away without responding, but that’s okay. They rarely do.

Even after a full month of working at the resort, the monster guests still don’t seem to know how to actually respond to you. At first, you kinda wondered if they were just being rude, but now you’re not too sure. Chandace explained it was your ‘humanness’ that put them off, whatever that means, but the star monster -whose name you never learned but it’s way too late to ask now- doesn’t act any differently than you with guests. Hm.

Well, at least monsters have proven to be better guests than humans. Mostly. They do have some odd requests and necessities, but that's not bad. One or two have tried to intimidate you into some sort of upgrade. But, well, you’re hard to intimidate and any yelling in the lobby immediately brings Chandace out of her office, ready to throw hands - hah! One look at her and the monsters quiet down rather quickly.

You look down at the computer, humming quietly as you watch the time tick away at the top right-hand corner. It’s getting close to noon, when you normally take your break. Woo.

“Uh, hi.”

Your head snaps up, surprised at the sudden appearance of someone in front of the desk. Why are they all so damn quiet?! The first thing you notice is his colour: a really pretty blue. Then you fully realize that the monster in front of you is a bunny. A bunny monster. You haven’t seen any of those yet. Huh. This monster does seem a bit familiar, somehow, though you don’t think he’s a guest.

“Hi!” Your customer service smile comes back full-force. “Welcome to MTT Resort! How can I help you? Are you looking to check in?”

“Oh, no!” The bunny shakes his head, cheeks darkening slightly. Aw, cute. “I’m actually here to uh, introduce myself.” Oh? Your expression turns a bit confused. “Yeah, my uh, partner, speaks of you a lot and, I figured it would be a good time to-” A pause. “Oh, shit. Is this not a good time?”

“Your partner…?” You press your lips together, thinking. Wait. “Do you mean…BP?” The cat monster had mentioned a partner once, but only in passing. He refused to elaborate despite your prying questions.

“Yes!” The bunny looks happy. “That’s right."

Your customer-service smile turns genuine. “Well then, shit. It’s nice to meet you!” You introduce yourself, holding out your hand.

The bunny stares at your hand for a moment in surprise before taking it, shaking it softly. “My name is Guy. You can call me, uh…Guy.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. Fuck, this monsters is cute as shit. Not exactly who you’d immediately imagine to be with that snarky cat, but you definitely see what BP might see in him. Though, honestly, you are a bit surprised at this whole situation. You kinda just assumed that the cat saw you as an ‘annoying friendly acquaintance’ more than anything. The idea that he spoke about you enough to his partner that said partner went out of his way to meet you is…sweet.

In the month that you’ve been here, you’ve found it a bit hard to connect with most of the monster staff. You try, but they seem just as confused as the guests on how to actually hold a conversation with you. The only one that you’ve managed to actually get to know is BP. Even though you’ve started bringing your own food, you still often find yourself in the MTT Burger Emporium, chatting with him.The cat might be snarky, but he’s funny as hell.

Maybe you endeared yourself to the guy last week when you offered to ‘cover’ for him so he can have a quick smoke break. Not that you go and work in the Emporium, but you’ll text him during down-times whenever the coast looks clear and he’ll take the opportunity to go out back for a quick smoke. You keep an eye on the Emporium and let him know if any customers go in. MTT Resort doesn’t lose any money, and Chandace is none the wiser. It’s a good system.

For now, anyways. You’ve been trying to broach the topic with Chandace of the monster staff having breaks too. It’s been unsuccessful, but you think you might be wearing her down a bit. You are careful not to be too pushy or annoying with her, you are still a rather new employee after all. So you have resorted to being a bit sneaky. You’ve been leaving articles indicating the benefits of breaks pretty much all over her office. Hah.

“Do you know where he is?” Guy asks. “I don’t see him in the emporium. I can text him but…I don’t want to interrupt if he’s with someone.”

…speaking of which. “Ah, yes. I have an idea.” You respond. “Just hold out here for a moment.” The bunny monster nods. You turn and head towards the back door.

You peek out. As expected, BP is there. The cat monster is leaning back up against the building, looking up to the sky with a cigarette in his mouth. He looks like some punk band album cover. You try not to giggle at that thought, muttering a small. “Hey.”

BP looks over, confusion immediately on his face. His gaze flicks down to the cellphone in his hand. No missed messages from you.

“Your boytoy is here.” You grin. “He’s cute.”

The cat monster blinks, dots connecting in his mind. When they do, he frowns, flipping you off with one hand as he throws his cigarette on the ground and stomps it out. Moving quicker than you’ve ever seen him. You snicker as he walks by you, following behind.

The two of you make your way to the front. While he heads around to the door leading to the lobby, you go back to your reception area. “He’s coming.” You tell Guy as you walk back out.

“Thanks!” The bunny monster smiles. It’s funny, you know the exact moment that BP comes out by how much Guy lights up. It’s like the monster becomes a little taller, a little brighter, his smile a little wider.

He walks out of view, and you can’t help but lean over the counter -practically laying on it- to watch whatever is about to happen. You’re glad you did, as Guy practically jumps at BP, enveloping him in a hug. The cat monster doesn’t seem shocked at all, just loosely hugging back.

“Hey.” BP says as Guy steps back from the hug, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “What's up?”

“Can’t I just come see you?” Guy responds.

“Aww.” You whisper. Apparently not as quiet as you hoped, as both monsters turn towards you. Oh. Exposed. BP levels you with a glare, but you don't retreat, just giving a cheeky smile back. “C’mon. Ya’ll are too cute.”

Guy snorts. “I like her.”

“Well, that’s one of us.” BP grumbles, placing a hand on the small of his partner's back. “Let's go to the Emporium. There'll be less eyes there.” He gives you a pointed look.

Grinning, you mouth ‘love’ and do finger hearts as BP. His eyes widen and he turns away, flipping you off subtly using the hand on Guy’s back.

“It was nice to meet you!” Guy calls out, waving as he’s walked away.

“Right back at ya!” You smile, before standing up.

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1 Month Later

“Come on!” You lean against the counter, grinning. “Look alive! This is a momentous occasion.”

BP raises an eyebrow. “It’s fifteen minutes.”

“-thaaat you didn’t have before!” You continue, giving a big smile. “I expect gratitude in the form of expensive gifts ooor the opportunity to talk to your cute boyfriend again.” You wink.

The cat monster rolls his eyes, but doesn’t respond, taking off his apron. He grabs a sign from below the counter and places it on top. You can’t help but smile at the -kinda badly, if you’re honest- written message: ‘be back in 15 minutes’.

It finally happened: Chandace caved. Two months of being bombarded with articles and definitely-not-subtle suggestions, and she finally agreed to implement fifteen minute breaks for the monster staff. Not perfect, but at least it’s something, a start at least.

So, for the occasion, you manage to get BP to agree to spend his ‘first break’ with you outside the resort. You just know that otherwise, he’d spend the entire time on an extended smoke break in the back. Sure, he’ll probably do that most breaks…but why not make this one a bit more special? You had come to BP when the fifteens were announced with a bunch of arguments to state your case, but he gave in surprisingly quick.

Walking out of the resort with BP -during the day- feels weird, but in a good way. It’s sunny and warm out, and you breath in the summer air happily. “Ah, this is life.”

“ This is life?” BP mumbles beside you, looking around the parking lot. “That’s dramatic as shit, little buddy.” He takes out a cigarette and lights it. You roll your eyes, knocking your shoulder against his -well, his arm, he’s much taller than you. “So, where are we going?”

You hum, looking around. Okay, maybe you should have had more of an actual plan for this grand occasion. “I guess…want to just walk through the park? Fifteen minutes isn’t long but we can get some exercise and, uh, nature?”

BP shrugs. “Whatever. As long as I can smoke.”

The two of you walk through the parking lot and cross the street to the park. You look both ways before crossing out of habit, but you doubt you’d even need to. There are never really any cars on the street in Monstertown. Entering the park, you follow the little path through it. The cat monster stays in step with you.

The park itself is a good size, and actually pretty well maintained. You absently wonder who has been looking after it. The grass is green and healthy, and groups of flowers litter throughout. It's pretty busy, with monsters going this way and that. A few stare at you, but not as many as when you first started living here. You recognize quite a few monsters from the resort or just exploring Monstertown.

In the middle of the park is a playground. It looks exactly like the ones you used to play on as a kid. The only difference is the monster children playing on it. It’s interesting to see the differences in how the monster kids play versus human children. Monsters have so many different…limbs and additions. As you walk, you watch a bird monster kid fly to the top of the monkey bars, grab onto the bars with their feet and start swinging themselves around, gathering momentum. Haha. That’s pretty cool.

“What were the playgrounds like underground?” The question is out of your mouth before you even think much of it. Oh, shit. It’s always been this sort of unspoken rule to not ask about the underground. Even before you moved here, when you were researching, it was always on those ‘things not to do when interacting with monsters’ lists online. Even monsters don’t talk about it too much. You have the feeling it wasn’t too great of a time. So you look over at BP and apologize. “Shit, sorry.”

BP takes in a long hit, breathing out smoke that swirls in the air. “There weren’t any.” It takes you a second to realize he’s answered your original question. No playgrounds? At all?

“No?” You ask. Your friend only shrugs. “Huh. That’s sad. What did you do as a kid?”

“Train, mostly.” BP said. “Always gotta be prepared.”

Prepared for what? You leave it there, feeling like you’re getting into a much more intense topic than the day called for. “Well, what did you do for fun then?”

“Me? Not much.” BP said. “I worked a lot. Too much. Hung out with Guy sometimes.”

You can’t help but snort. “So not much different then.”

“Hm. I wouldn’t say that.” The cat monster replies.

You open your mouth to ask more when suddenly you freeze, your peripheral vision catching onto something unmistakable. Something horrible.

A skeleton.

No way. That can’t be. You turn your head, feeling almost like the world suddenly went into slow-motion. As your eyes fully focus, you come to a terrible realization. That’s him. There’s no way that’s not him. That asshole skeleton who stole your mustard right from your fucking hands.

“Oh, fuck off.” You mumble at the universe.

Sure, it was almost a month and a half ago now. He probably doesn’t even remember you. You should definitely be over it by now. But, fuck that. You ate shitty sandwiches for a week until you finally gave in and went to the human side for another -way more expensive- bottle. Every bite you took of a sandwich that definitely needed mustard, the annoyance came back. Hard to get over a situation when you were consistently seeing that smug-ass face in your head.

The skeleton himself is behind a stand advertising…hotdogs? It’s surprising, he doesn’t seem to be the type to be in any sort of customer service. Who knows, maybe that's' why he was such a dick, finally had someone he didn’t have to be nice to. The guy looks bored, leaning his head against his hand on the stand.

Suddenly, as if aware he’s being stared at, his eye lights slide towards you. They immediately catch your gaze. You watch as his eye sockets widen, and that mouth ticks up into a grin. Oh. He definitely remembers you. Ass. Mouth pressing into a line, you flip him off.

“The fuck are you doing?” BP asks beside you.

The skeleton's grin sharpens, and he sits up only to flip you off back.

Don’t do it. Be the bigger person. It’s not worth it. He’s working. Be the bigger person. Be the bigger person-

“Be right back.”

BP’s complaint doesn’t reach your ears. You march forward, focused and fueled by stored up indignation and embarrassment. Last time,there was nothing you could do. Not really. The skeleton is obviously bigger and stronger than you. But now, he has to be some sort of polite, right? He’s at work. You are not normally the type of person to fuck with someone while working, but this is your best chance. And this guy just deserves it.

…Not that you’re exactly going in with any sort of plan. You’re kinda winging it.

The skeleton watches as you approach, that smug look on his face only growing as you get closer. It doesn’t help that even sitting down behind the stand, he’s still taller than you. Tall fuck.

“I want a hotdog.” You say, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

An eyebrow-bone raises. “well, yer shit outta luck.” He says, odd tone to his voice. “i don’t sell those.”

That makes you pause. “Wait, what?”

“ya have two eyes. use ‘em. ” The skeleton says, pointing down at the sign. You look down at the sign and groan, whispering a quiet ‘fucking hell’.

“I’ll have a ‘dog then.” You say through gritted teeth. “With ketchup and mustard.” I’m going to make you give me mustard, you dick.

…maybe not your smartest revenge, but something nonetheless.

He chuckles, seeming quite amused as he reaches down to grab a bun. A ‘dog is placed in the bun with a regular amount of ketchup and mustard on top. He passes it over to you. You look down at it.

This is it, right? It’s done now. You’ve made your point, as dumb and shaky as it is. You can walk away, and forget about all this. However rude this monster was, you really shouldn’t be going around picking fights with him, right?

That’s your thought process, anyways. So, you really have no explanation as to why you hold out the ‘dog and say. “You really think that is enough mustard?”

The skeleton looks down at the ‘dog and back at you, taking in your expression. He shrugs, and reaches over to squeeze out another layer of mustard.

“More.”

Another layer. You feel a bit vindicated.

“More.”

Another layer. It’s starting to drip slightly off the front and back.

“More.” You meet the skeleton's eyes, challenge evident. But the look on his face isn’t anything you expected: not confusion, or dismay. The monster in front of you looks completely delighted. That should have been your warning to stop.

“ya asked for it.” As you watch, he easily flips the top off the mustard. The entire container empties itself on your ‘dog. “that enough for ya?”

Shocked, you can only stare down at the ‘dog in your hand. It’s a liquidy mess, mustard sliding down your hand and arm, dripping off to splatter on the ground. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. What can you say, that you don’t actually want what you asked for?

That’s it. You’re stuck.

“It’s…perfect.” You choke out, hoping you don’t sound as pathetic to him as you do to your own ears.

“great. that’ll be ten.”

You tear your eyes away from the horror in your hand to look up at the skeleton, who is back in his casual lean position. “Wha-wait. Ten?! How can this be ten?!”

He shrugs. “extra product. extra cost, dollface.”

That damn nickname again. Desperately, you look back down at the sign. Nothing. There’s no price at all, nothing you can quote to say he’s wrong. He has you. He knows he has you.

Grumbling, you reach into your purse with your free hand and grab your wallet. You fumble quite a bit trying to open it with one hand, face reddening under the skeletons gaze. But, eventually, you’re able to shove a ten onto his stand.

As quickly as you can, you turn and walk away. Your face heats more as you listen to him laugh at your retreat.

“...what was that?” BP asks, bewildered, as you step up to him. You just grumble and continue walking. The cat monster gives one last look back before matching your stride. Once out of sight from the stand, you throw the ‘dog away in the first trash can you can find. A waste of food, but there’s no way you could eat it how it was.

“Who is that?” You ask through gritted teeth, trying to flick remaining mustard from your hands into the bin.

“The giant fucking skeleton you practically ran at?” BP says. “That’s Sans.”

Sans. You finally put a name to the face. Grimacing, you rub your hands together to get the last bit of mustard off. Your hands are stained yellow, and you have a feeling they’ll smell even after washing. Ew.

“Seriously. The fuck is going on?”

You take a deep steadying breath, and turn away from the trash. “The asshole stole my mustard.” You explain what happened in the MonsterMart as you both continue to walk. The story isn’t exactly long, but you can practically feel the judgment and stress coming from him as you speak.

“Shit.” He whispers as the story comes to an end. He pauses to take a deep hit of his cigarette. After exhaling, he turns to you. “You have no idea just how lucky you are, little buddy.”

Huh? You look over. “What does that mean?”

But he doesn’t answer you. “C’mon. The fifteen is almost up.” BP picks up his pace. You have to rush a bit to keep in line with his ridiculously long legs.

Unfortunately, you do have to pass by the stand again on your way back to MTT resort. This time, you don’t look.

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You marinate in your embarrassment, frustration and regret for the rest of the day.

Ugh. Why did you do any of that? If it was ‘revenge’ or something, why did you go in without a plan? Why did you even care about ‘revenge’? That’s not like you. Not really. You’re good at remaining neutral, at just moving on from difficult situations, being in Monstertown is a testimony to that. So, why does that skeleton's smug face fire you up so bad? Why do you have such an intense want to just ‘get one over’ on him? Now, all you’ve done is make a fool of yourself again . Fuck.

Luckily the guests don't seem to take any offense to your mood. Even Chandace doesn’t seem to notice that you’re a bit off your game. You still have your ‘customer service smile and voice’ to fall back on, but in your head you’re just a mess. It doesn’t help that you apparently missed out on some actually good food with your shenanigans. BP doesn’t compliment things often, but even he says the ‘dogs are pretty damn delicious. So you embarrassed yourself, wasted your money and wasted good food. Great.

When your shift is finally over, you head directly for the stairs. You go straight to your room and flop down on the bed. The plan for the night is simple: drown your feelings in shitty tv and junkfood. It works, for a while. You’re able to get yourself reasonably invested in some random movie and forget your problems.

But it doesn’t last forever. As the credits roll, your traitorous mind starts to replay the embarrassing events of today. Ugh. You let out a groan and collapse backwards onto your bed. Honestly, you’re still trying to figure out why you’re letting this guy bother you so much. Something about him just ticks all your ‘annoyance’ boxes: he’s rude, smug, and uses his sheer size and strength to win over others.

… fuck. You know who he reminds you of. You think about this for a long time, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Another movie starts on the tv, but you pay it no attention.

Bzzt.

Your phone vibrates beside you. Reaching over, you grab it and hold it over your face. A new message has popped up on your screen.

[BP]: hey

You blink, surprised at the text. Sure, you’ve had each other's numbers for a while now, but your messages have pretty much only been about covering his sneaky smoke breaks. He’s never texted you just to chat or anything.

[You]: Hi! Whats up?

[BP]: Guys having a party at his apartment next weekend. Wanna come?

Well, fuck, that makes you sit up fully. He’s inviting you to a…party? Well, that’s unexpected, but damn it sounds like fun. You haven’t been to a party in a long while. You are pretty sure that you’re working at least one of the days, but you don’t really want to pass this up. Not to mention, you can’t help but feel a bit happy that Guy and BP are even inviting you.

[You]: yea, sure! thanks!

[BP]: k, i’ll let him know.

[BP]: just dont be weird.

Okay. Rude. But fair. Especially after the shit you pulled today. You respond with an emoji and lay back on the bed.

You’re going to a party. Shit. You wonder what it’ll be like, how big it’ll be. Honestly, you can’t imagine BP of all monsters being comfortable around a huge group, but who knows. Either way, you bet their friends are pretty cool. It’ll be a good time.

Oh. You’ll need to get alcohol. There’s no way you’re going to show up empty-handed.

…

Wait. Suddenly it hits you. This will be a monster party.

You stare at the ceiling.

I’m going to a monster party.

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1 Week Later

BP only occasionally joins you on breaks going forward, mostly due to timing: when you want to eat, the Burger Emporium is too busy to just leave unmanned. Sure, Chandace has been a bit more accommodating, but you have no doubt she will stop allowing the monsters breaks entirely if they start losing revenue.

So, today, it’s just you, but that’s a good thing. You have a plan: head to the human side and get alcohol for the party. You’ll need the full thirty for that.

Heading out of MTT Resort, you breathe in the fresh air and head towards your car. A few monsters you recognize as you walk, so you give them a small smile. You’re in a good mood today. Honestly you’ve been in a good mood since the party invite came. You, at a monster party? How cool is that?! You honestly have no idea what to expect…but you’re excited.

Sliding into your car, you program the directions into your phone and get going. It doesn’t take long to leave Monstertown, it’s not like there are enough cars on the road to create any sort of traffic. Once you hit the human side, that changes. You almost immediately run into traffic. Still, you’re not going far, so it’s too not long before you pull into the liquor store parking lot.

It’s…a bit surprising just how weird it feels to be surrounded by humans after almost two and a half months of living in Monstertown. You actually pause for a moment in the doorway, taking it in, before someone walks up behind you forcing you to move. It feels so odd not to be completely overshadowed by beings so much bigger than you. You’re normal here. There are no stares, no funny looks, and no children pointing at you.

It doesn’t take you long to find your liquor of choice, but you admit that you might walk around the store a bit longer, just reveling in the feeling of being ‘nothing to look at’. You stand in line behind someone shorter than you, and the cashier doesn’t give you a second look as he rings in your bottle.

Or at least, he doesn’t until the end. As you’re grabbing the paper bag to head out, the cashier speaks up. “MTT Resort?”

Huh? You give the cashier a confused look, but he’s not looking at your face. He’s looking at your chest -which is majorly off putting, but you’re not wearing anything revealing. You look down. Oh. Your nametag. “Uh, yea?”

“That’s…in Monstertown, right?”

“Yea.” You look back up, frown on your face. “I work there.”

The cashier seems to go through an entire range of emotions, all obvious on his face. Eventually he settles on disgust. “But, why?” He asks. “I’m sure there are plenty of decent human places hiring if you need a job.”

“I’m good.”

The conversation ends there. Only because you make it end. The cashier furrows his brow, opening his mouth for a comment that you are suddenly very sure you don’t want to hear, so you quickly turn and walk away without another word. Asshole.

If you blast your music just a bit louder on the way back to work, only you would know.

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Guy’s apartment is a few blocks away. It’s a nice building, and the elevator actually works well, which is great since the monster is on a high floor. If you had to take the stairs, you’re not entirely sure you’d even make it.

You hear the music the moment the elevator door opens, a deep bass rumbling through the floor. Its a wonder the neighbours haven’t said anything. Who knows, maybe they’re at the party? You wander down the hall until you reach the right door. Even without the number, you’d know which one to go to.

Honestly, you doubt that you could knock loud enough to hear over the music, so you type out a quick text to BP.

[You:] here

That done, you tap your foot to the beat as you wait. It’s catchy, though definitely nothing you’ve heard before. As one song ends and the other begins, you find yourself tapping your fingers against your thigh too.

Shit. You’re nervous.

It’s normal, you think. This is a completely new situation for you. Despite trying to get info from BP on what monster parties are like, the only response you ever got was ‘it’s just a party’. The useless shit. So you don’t really know what to expect behind the door.

After a few moments, the door opens. Instead of the cat monster you expect, Guy pops his head out. He smiles and holds open the door, waving you in. “Hi! Glad you could make it!” You return the smile and walk under his arm into the apartment. As you step inside, Guy closes the door behind you.

You are quickly aware of many eyes staring at you. Looking around the nice living room that you’ve walked into, you quickly note that you are definitely the only human here. Not surprising at all.

It’s not packed by any means, but monsters of different shapes and sizes litter throughout the living room. The couch and chair are full, along with a monster and a dog (?) sitting on the floor. A few stand a bit further away, chatting in an archway that you’d guess leads to a kitchen. The only one you recognize is BP, who looks up at you from his place on the couch. He raises his hand in a quick, lazy wave.

“Whose the human?” A buff mer…horse (?) monster says. He’s sitting on the other side of the couch in the living room, hand holding a solo cup filled with liquid.

“Everyone!” Guy calls out, voice surprisingly loud. He puts a hand on your shoulder and introduces you to the group. You smile -a bit awkwardly- and wave -definitely awkwardly- to the group.

“Oh shit.” A mouse monster speaks up from their place on the floor, voice surprisingly loud for such a small body. “You’re that human that works at MTT Resort!”

“Yup, that's me.”

One of the two dog monsters -kinda romantically- sharing the chair pipes in.“Didya bring any treats?”

Treats? You flounder for a second, before remembering. “Uh, I brought alcohol, if that counts?” You respond, digging out the rather large bottle of alcohol from your purse. You hold it up.

…

….

“HUMAN ALCOHOL!” Aaron woops. A cheer goes out through the room, monsters raising their cups in the air.

That was…an unexpected reaction. It’s like any apprehension is instantly gone, the room falling back into what you assume was its previous level of chill.

“Well, you won them over quickly.” Guy laughs. You look over at him, confused. “We can’t buy human alcohol. It’s kinda a luxury.”

“...really?” You ask. The bunny monster nods the affirmative.“Well, that’s dumb.”

Guy chuckles. “Yea. I think so too.” His voice then gets louder as he addresses the rest of the monsters. “I’m gonna go get more cups. Who wants to try?” A few monsters put their hands up.

You pass him the bottle, and the blue monster goes off towards the kitchen. You watch him disappear into the archway and weigh your options. After a moment, you make your way towards the group by the couch. They go mostly silent as you approach, waiting. You sit down on the ground beside the dog - or dog monster (?), you can’t really tell- and the mouse monster.

The group is clearly waiting for you to say something, so you speak the first thing that comes to your mind. “So, what’s all your names?”

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Everyone is actually really nice, not that you really expected any different from friends of Guy (BP is a 50/50). They are all big, and a bit scary looking, but you’ve found that’s par for the course with monsters. But, while most interactions you’ve had so far with monsters have been short and stunted, this is really nice. The group here seem to have quickly gotten over their initial surprise, and seem to be treating you like anyone else.

You’re in the middle of laughing at a rather raunchy story that Aaron -the buff merhorse- is telling, while petting Lesser Dog -still not sure if a monster or a dog- when the door opens again. Looking up from where you are on the ground, you see someone new enter the apartment.

…a skeleton.

A familiar skeleton.

Aw. Fuck.

He looks around the room, eyes quickly falling on you. Seemingly as surprised as you feel, his eye sockets widen, mouth going slack as he stares. For a moment, it seems like both of you can agree on one thought: what the fuck.

He recovers first, shaking his head. Without acknowledging you further, he walks past the couch and through the archway to the kitchen.

“What’s your beef with the skele-bro?” Aaron asks. BP lets out a groan from his spot on the couch, leaning back to look at the ceiling.

Turning your gaze from the kitchen, you answer. “He’s just an ass.”

“I’ll drink to that!” He holds up his cup.

You laugh, and hold up your own. You have a feeling this monster would drink to pretty much anything. Another cheer goes up around you, and everyone takes another drink. Even BP, who doesn’t look particularly happy to do so. A whimper comes from your lap. You look down, taking in Lesser Dog’s pouting face.

“Oh, sorry little guy.” Reaching over, you attempt to reach the jar of dog treats on the coffee table. Your arm is a little short, and you can’t reach further without pushing Lesser Dog off of your lap. Damnit. “Hey, Guy. Guy! Can you pass me a dog treat?”

The bunny monster sits up from his spot leaning against BP on the couch. He’s able to reach the jar easily and grabs a treat, tossing it to you. You catch it quickly and pass it to Lesser Dog. The pup gives a happy ‘woof’ and re-settles in your lap.

Somehow, you manage to practically forget about the skeleton in the apartment. He doesn’t leave the kitchen, and the other monster guests are just too funny -if not a bit wild in their stories- to focus on anything else. You never really know what to expect, but that’s the fun of it. They ask many questions about humans, and have no problem with you asking questions back. It’s nice, a refreshing change of course from many of the monsters you’ve met too far, who are too surprised to hold even a base-level conversation.

Maybe it's the alcohol? You are for sure feeling its effects. Not too much, just a bit tipsy, a bit more loose than before.

Either way, you’re having a good time. It takes a good hour or so before you’re forced to remember the only thing that could bring your mood down.

“I’m outta juice.” You shake your empty cup sadly. It was bound to happen, with as many times that Aaron tried to get everyone to drink. A ‘boo’ is heard all around you. Chuckling, you move Lesser Dog from your lap -the pup just stretches out on the floor- and push yourself up into a stand. “I’ll be right back.”

You head into the kitchen, blinking a few times to clear your slightly wobbly vision. It’s surprisingly big, with an island in the middle and everything. The counters are covered with alcohol bottles and snacks -monsters don’t play around, it seems. And of course, the thing you don’t want to see is there. The skeleton is leaning against the island, opposite the fridge, looking down at his phone.

Why come to a party if you’re just going to stay in the kitchen?

Not wanting to ruin your good mood, you decide to just ignore his presence, and walk over to the fridge. Looking in, you find the remains of your bottle of human liquor. Probably just enough for one more glass. Damn. Grabbing it, and a soda, you place the items on the island and prepare to make your drink in silence.

It’s then that you notice another cup. It’s on the other side of the island, near the skeleton. Hm. It looks pretty full. Probably just poured.

…

Do you do it? Your heavily injured pride wants you to do it.

….

Sensing an opportunity, you reach far over the island and grab his drink, quickly sliding back out of reach.

“the fuck?” The skeleton looks at you.

“Payback, bitch.” You respond, words maybe coming a bit too easy from the alcohol.

A moment of silence, then his grin returns. “fine. drink it then.” He says it like a challenge, which…frightens you a bit. You look down at the drink. Is it…toxic or something? It looks normal enough, exactly what the monsters had been drinking in the livingroom. A quick shake of the cup shows it to move like normal alcohol.

You glance out the archway, where the other monsters are. It’ll be fine. Right? Fuck it. You take a small sip at first, just in case. It tastes…delicious, actually. Surprised, you look up at the skeleton, before taking another sip. It goes down smooth, warming you from the inside.

“Dude, human stuff is way worse than this baby shit.” You say, unable to resist even the smallest jab. “I could drink you under the fucking table.”

“oh yea?” His grin widens, eye lights intensifying “wanna bet?”

“You know what.” You grin. “Sure. Let's go Sans.”

The mention of his name has the desired effect. The skeleton looks actually surprised. Sadly, it only lasts a moment, before his expression falls back into its typical smirk. “so ya asked the cat?” He says.

You shrug, giving nothing.

“alright.” Sans places two hands down and leans against the island, his large body allowing him to cover almost half the distance over it. “whats yer name, then? only fair.”

You remain silent, not wanting to give up something you have over him. Even if it's something as small as your name. It doesn’t take long for the skeleton to realize you’re not going to speak.

“well.” He starts, voice rolling deep. “i’m sure i can come up with somethin’ to call ya if you wont tell me.”

….wait.

“sweetcheeks, doll, sugartits, bitch, cumdr-”

You jump forward as the names become increasingly insulting, practically climbing onto the island to slam your hands over the skeletons mouth. “No no no! Absolutely not!” You frown. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!”

It’s only then that you realize just how close you’ve gotten to the large monster. You look at him with wide eyes. Up close, you can see the various scratches along his skull, and have a front-row seat to those red eye lights growing in size. Weird.

There is movement under your hands as he grins. Then, a wet feeling slides across your palm.

“Ew, what the fuck.” You jump back, just barely keeping yourself from falling. You look down at your hands, noticing that they are wet and tingly. How the…?! But he’s a skeleton ?! You look back up at that satisfied face. “Did you just...lick me?!”

“What the fuck am I walking into?” A new voice interrupts whatever Sans is going to say. You look over, eyes widening at the huge fish-lady walking into the kitchen. Woah. She’s ripped.

Sans straightens up, no longer leaning across the island. “why’re you here?”

The fish monster waves away his question. “Not important. What I want to know is who are you?” She looks directly at you, pointing. “And what, exactly is happening here?”

Feeling oddly intimidated, you give in immediately and introduce yourself. “-and, uh, nothing’s happening exactly.”

“Uh-huh.” She doesn’t sound like she believes you. “Well, I’m Undyne.” Introduction apparently over, the fish monster heads towards the side of the island that Sans is on. “Mind heading back out there for a bit? I need to talk to this guy.” Why does that sound…threatening?

“Uh, yea. Sure.” You agree, sliding off the island onto the ground. Moving quick, you grab the monster alcohol -your victory souvenir, damnit- and head out of the kitchen. As you walk out the archway, you can’t resist a look back. While you can’t see or hear what they are talking about, Sans looks nervous in a way you’ve never seen him. The look on his face is one of dread, and red sweat (?) beats appear on his skull. Huh.

Well, you decide to not let yourself think too much on that, and head back into the party. The livingroom is pretty much the same, though Aaron is missing from the couch. You plop down beside Guy and BP, happy to not be forced back onto the floor.

“Welcome back!” Guy smiles. “You were gone for a while.”

You shrug. “Did I miss anything?”

“Aaron got a call from his girlfriend.” BP says, smirking.

“Oh yea?” You ask. “Is that…bad?”

A chorus of laughter erupts around the room.

“Oh yea!” Dogamy laughs.

“Shyren’s a bitch.” Dogaressa says. Then she pauses. “Wait.”

You can’t help but laugh, leaning back into the couch to bring the cup to your lips. The monster alcohol tingles as it goes down your throat.

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In the end, you’re glad you don’t try to go head-to-head with Sans. Monster alcohol, as you find out, hits a bit later. So despite the total of one human drink and one monster drink that you consumed, you’re already quite passed tipsy. Luckily, you’re not a messy drunk. A bit more introspective, sure, but you’re not exactly planning anything wild.

Still, after a while the heat in the room gets a bit too much. You need fresh air. Standing up from the couch, you mumble a quick ‘be right back’ and wobble your way towards the balcony. The sliding door opens easily, and you walk out.

For a moment you close your eyes, feeling the refreshing cold air hit your skin. Then you open them.

“Oh for fucks sake.” You immediately groan.

He’s here.

Sans looks over at you from his position leaning against the railing, those intense red eyes glance at you. He looks…upset isn’t necessarily the word. But something about him looks ‘off’.

You briefly consider going back inside, but the fresh air just feels too good. With a sigh, you close the sliding door and step forward until you are also at the railing. “Just don’t push me off.” You mumble under your breath.

“i wouldn’t need ‘ta push ya to hurt ya.”

“Alright, Mr. I’m–so-edgy-and-dark-boohoo.” Too quickly, you turn to face him. You get one brief look at his affronted face before your vision starts to swirl from the movement. It takes you a moment to collect yourself before you continue. “Of course I know that most of the monsters in here could hurt me. I’m not fucking dumb.”

…or at least you think that's what you said. The skeleton doesn’t react to your words, but his eyes move up and down your body. “monster alcohol was too much for ya, huh?”

Completely derailed, and brain simply not backwards compatible at this point, you simply react. You gesture at his large form. “Yeah. Well, I’m not built like a fucking double…double-door fridge.”

The skeleton snorts, but doesn’t respond. That’s…surprising. Nice, but surprising. You turn away from him and look out. It’s dark in Monstertown, the streetlights don’t remain on after a certain time, but the human side is lit up like a christmas tree. You wonder why. Shit, you really need to do more research into this kind of stuff.

A shuffling sound makes you look back over. Sans is also looking out, lost in thought, as he flips a cigarette through his bony fingers. Without even really thinking about it, you reach into your pocket and grab your lighter. “Here.”

“huh?” The skeleton looks surprised by your offer, but takes it. It looks almost comically small in his fingers, but it works. The cigarette lights to life. He passes the lighter back to you quietly.

Sans takes a deep hit, and when he exhales, you’re surprised to see a plume of red smoke go up into the sky. It swirls unnaturally, creating almost sparkly patterns of red in the wind, before slowly disappearing. You watch it with wide eyes, leaning forward against the railing as if to somehow get closer. It's like your woozy mind is completely entranced by the sight. It's beautiful...huh.

You don’t remain on the balcony for too long, but the time you do spend there is unexpectedly peaceful. Neither of you speak another word, too lost in thought.

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Oh god, it's way too late.

You’re in the kitchen, grabbing a snack, when you see the time on the oven. Shit. You really need to get home. It’s either that or pass out here, which, as nice as everyone has been…no. Just no. With an internal groan, you toss your cup in the garbage and head back out to the livingroom.

It’s quieter than before: Aaron left after the call with his girlfriend, and Dogaressa and Dogamy disappeared while you were outside on the balcony. Nobody seems to know where they went, and nobody seems worried. Sans, also, never returned from the balcony, but you didn’t actually see him leave. Must have been when you were in the bathroom or something.

Undyne had already taken your spot on the couch when you returned from the livingroom, so you took the chair. She’s in the same spot, chatting with BP and Guy when you come out of the kitchen.

“Hey.” You say. “I’m gonna get home now.”

“Uh.” Guy looks at you, both eyebrows raised. Then he elbows BP.

The cat monster narrows his eyes when elbowed, but the frown on his face was there before. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m fine!” You nod.

The cat monster doesn’t look convinced. You’re about to say more, when another voice pipes up. “I’ll take you back.”

You blink slowly, fuzzy brain taking a moment to realize what Undyne had said. “What?” Then it clicks. “Oh. No. You don’t need to do that.”

“I do.” She stands, stretching her back. “I’m staying at the resort anyways.”

Well, shit. With no other reasonable argument popping into your mind, you can do nothing but accept that you’re about to walk home with this monster. You say goodbye to the remaining monsters, before turning to BP and Guy.

“Thanks for inviting me.” You smile at your friends. “It was fun.”

“Definitely!” Guy smiles back. “I’ll let you know when we’re having the next one.”

Fuck yea! You give a thumbs up to BP, who just rolls his eyes. You don’t expect anything else.

After that, you get ready in silence, sliding on your shoes. With a quick wave, you and Undyne head out. The two of you quickly exit the building and make your way down the dark streets towards MTT Resort.

You think, maybe if you were sober, you’d be too intimidated to actually speak to her at all. God, you really don’t intimidate easily, but something about this woman has you on edge.

But you’re not sober.

“So…are you…working at the resort?” You ask.

“What?” Undyne looks over. “Pfft, that shithole? No way!”

Oh. Ouch? “Uh, okay then.” You pause, then try another avenue. “So, where are you visiting from?”

“You ask a lot of questions, human.” Undyne responds, looking at you through the corner of her eye. The suspicion is clear in her voice, which you can understand.

You shrug. “I live in Monstertown with a bunch of unsocial monsters. If I don’t ask questions I never get to know anything.” As you walk, you kick a small rock, watching it roll into a newarby alley. “That’s how I became friends with BP. Just annoyed him ‘till he gave in.”

“Hah!” She laughs. “Guess that’s true.” A pause. You look over. The clear suspicion is gone from her voice, though you doubt it's’ that easy to win this monster over. “I live in Ebott.”

“No shit?” You reply. “That’s cool. Why’re you here then?”

“Monster business.” She says vaguely. You know better than to push on that. Luckily, she continues. “I’m here with my girlfriend.”

“Oh?” You smile. “That's fun! How long have you been together?”

Undyne smiles. “Stars, it’s been years now.” Apparently, you’ve found the golden ticket. Asking about her girlfriend is the way to go. Undyne goes off on a tangent, explaining just how smart and passionate her girlfriend is. You get to walk in silence and just listen to her words.

“-and now she gets to work with Asgore on the special projects in Ebott and I can’t be more proud-”

Asgore. You’ve heard that before.

You blink. “Wait, the King? ”

She doesn’t seem to care that you interrupted, luckily. She just responds. “The King, yea. Why?”

“Holy shit…” You mumble, eyes wide. The King of all monsters. He looked terrifying in every picture you’ve seen. Definitely a monster you have every intention of avoiding. “That's…really cool!” You try. “You’re lucky to know someone like that!”

She snorts. “Well, I’m definitely lucky, but not because of-” A pause. “...do you know who I am?”

Uh… is this a trick question?

“You’re…Undyne?” You answer, voice echoing your confusion.

She stares at you, eye wide. “Wait. Did you really not do a lot of research before moving here?”

“...no?” You respond. “I mean, not really. I looked up like etiquette and stuff. Just enough to live here in peace.”

“Hah!” Suddenly she laughs. “Fucking hell, human.”

You don’t really have a response for that, so you walk alongside her in silence -feeling dumb for a reason you don’t even know- as she laughs. Eventually she calms down. “Well, I can get behind that level of bravery!” She looks over at you. “You got guts, kid.”

“Thanks?” God, are you not following this conversation because you’re drunk or is she just confusing as all hell??

The two of you reach MTT resort not long after that. You pause in the lobby, deciding that for once you might take the elevator. The stairs just…don’t feel like a good idea right now. Not with the way your head spins.You could see yourself missing a step and face-planting on the concrete steps. You do not need any facial bruises. As Undyne goes to walk towards the stairs, you speak up.

“I'm gonna take the elevator." You say, turning towards your unlikely companion. "Thanks Undyne, for walking back with me. I appreciate it."

“Don’t worry about it!” She pats you on the back, hard. Ouch. “See ya later, punk!” With that, she starts towards the staircase.

“See ya…”

The elevator thankfully works fine, and you make it to the third floor in piece. Without the cold air to wake you up, you find you are wobbling a bit more on your way to your room. You fumble a bit with your keycard but manage to get in just fine. Once you do, you immediately collapse on your bed.

It doesn’t take long for you to fully pass out.

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[Sans x Female!Reader]

9: He's Scheming

♪⁠────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

Napstablook has gotten the absolute pleasure of getting to know you for the better part of the passing week. Sure, the experience was slightly watered down because, as YOU had warned him, your period made you a little more emotional and dramatic than usual. He can’t even blame you for it either; what kind of fucked up shit is this that you have to bleed for a whole week??

You were always quick to sincerely apologize whenever you accidently raised your voice, or when you would get jealous over a monster having cute ears, or when you would outright sob when you ate that delicious burger he brought for you from MTT-Brand Burger Emporium.

You were a bigger cry baby than he was! Honestly, Napstablook was pretty impressed!

But as much fun you two were having together in the Ruins, he knew that it couldn’t magically fix one specific dilemma.

You needed to get out of these Ruins.

The catacombs are very small and the amount of monsters living here are smaller. They tend to keep to themselves as well, and aren’t the most receptive when it comes to you. Yes, they’re polite and don’t turn you away, but when you were subtly telling the owner of a few places that you’d basically work for free, they found every excuse to turn you down.

“Oh, I’d just feel bad for taking advantage of you and your time.”

“Then pay me the bare minimum.” You’d counter.

”I-I don’t think I have the funds to afford another employee, you see…”

“No… No, I get it. Thanks for hearing me out, though.” You’d force a smile, letting everyone know who was involved that YOU know it was complete, and utter bullshit.

You don’t actually want a job, you don’t want to work for free. You just want something to do. You need new stimuli and the Ruins cannot provide that for you.

”it’s just a shame…” Napstablook tells the smiley skeleton, “but she doesn’t have a lot of options…”

After seeing each other every day for the past week, Sans and Napstablook have built a small routine with each other.

If Sans manages to catch the ghost BEFORE entering the Ruins, then Sans will have a ghost-friendly snack to share as Napstablook tells him the plans you two have for the day. If Sans catches the ghost AFTER, then they’ll both share what their day was like (aka, Sans trying to know more about you while giving short answers when it was his turn to share).

Right now, Napstablook and Sans were munching on some hot cats, talking about your sad day yesterday. In a little bit, he’s going to have to wrap this up so he’s not late.

“hm, guess the monsters in the ruins are still a little close-minded about humans,” Sans gives an honest opinion, “if the human is actually as nice as you say, then it has nothin’ to do with her, and everything to do with her just being human.”

‘you keep saying that…’ Napstablook thinks to himself. ‘“If she is actually this or that”… why do you distrust humans so much…? especially this one…?’

“i feel so bad for her. i can tell she’s getting exhausted…”

“why can’t she just leave the ruins then?”

“it’s not safe…” Napstablook hesitates for a moment, “not just because she’s human, either… there’s a monster who almost killed her when she first fell down… according to miss toriel, anyway… that’s the real reason why miss toriel asked me to hang out with the human. so i can make sure she can safely leave the house and watch out for that monster…”

Sans freezes for a second.

Napstablook is obviously talking about Flowey. He wouldn’t put it past that invasive weed to try and immediately kill a human that isn’t Frisk at this point. But Frisk was also almost killed by Flowey, but not once in ANY time line was Toriel THIS worried about their safety. Other than asking Sans to make sure that Frisk doesn’t die (not that he ever bothered to do that either), Toriel never made this much of a fuss over a human.

What kind of fucked up shit did Flowey do to you?? And why are you cowering so much?

…

Wait.

This gives Sans a great idea.

“hey, blook,” Sans’ grin widens noticeably, “i think i got a good idea to help out your friend. but uh… we might gotta be a little sneaky about it to work.”

Napstablook gives the other a (rightfully) hesitant look. “what do you have in mind…?”

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Napstablook gives you a small smile, waving goodbye in spirit (hah) as you go into the house. It was another good day, albeit a little shorter than usual since he has something else he has to do. You were a little dejected about it, but you didn’t put up a fight.

At first, Sans’ plan seemed out of nowhere and sketchy. Not that he’d ever have the courage to say that to the skeleton’s face of course. Sans never showed much trust or faith for you, so his plan to “help you out” doesn’t sit very well with Napstablook. No, he doesn’t think Sans is going to do anything erratical, but…

After spending this day with you, Napstablook decided that he can’t allow you to go down this path. Sans’ plan is sketchy, but it’s also your best shot at finally leaving the Ruins.

It does not take long to find Toriel. Again, the Ruins are small, and there are only so many places one can be. He managed to find her leaving the Spider Bake sale with a few spider donuts, and a jar of spider cider.

Uh oh. You two had already bought some before getting you back home since you were complaining this morning that you wanted to help their cause. It seemed that Toriel had heard you and wanted to treat you to a surprise.

Toriel blinks at the ghost’s appearance, “Oh, Napstablook. Is [Y/n] safe at home?”

“yes, miss toriel…”

“I already told you just—Never mind,” She shakes her head with a smile, “Was there something you needed?”

“ah, yeah… i wanted to talk to you about [y/n]… you must’ve noticed it, right…?”

Her expression falters, and her smile becomes crestfallen, “Yes, I… I cannot deny the truth that is right in front of me. [Y/n] insists constantly that she is content with staying in the Ruins, especially because we have yet to find that flower monster. But I know this is no place for someone like her to spend her time.”

“i really enjoy her company, and i don’t mind coming here to see her… i don’t go out a lot, but even i still have a lot of places i can to go to make up for it…”

Napstablook avoids eye contact as he continues, “i know it’s scary-for you and [y/n]-but… it’s something to think about… she can’t stay here forever…”

Toriel looks down, “Yes. Yes, you are correct. I will give it more thought. Thank you, Napstablook. It’s comforting to know that [Y/n] already has another friend who cares for her dearly.”

“she’s a good friend… i’d hate to see her get worse…” Napstablook starts to back up, “i-i need to go now, but… give it some thought… for her….”

”I will. Thank you, Napstablook. I will be seeing you tomorrow, correct?”

“yes, miss toriel… see you tomorrow…”

“Goodbye, Napstablook.”

Napstablook floats away, leaving the goat monster to her thoughts. She sighs through her nose, walking back to her home… Her home with you…

Toriel doesn’t want you to leave. You are quickly becoming one of her best friends already, and she adores you. You two have bonded so closely, and shared each other’s souls. In her long, long life, the only ones she had allowed to see her soul (outside of battler) were Asgore and Asriel. And you—You didn’t hesitate for a second to share your soul in return. Your beautiful, fragile, human soul that, after a brief look, had NO defense at all.

You trusted her-you trust her so adherently. She doesn’t know if she can bear to lose you if something happened to you. She doesn’t want to leave the Ruins, but she doesn’t want you to go off on your own. Perhaps it’s overbearing, but it’s better to be safe and sorry.

Maybe…

Maybe it’s time to finally tell him.

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Step one of the plan has been done. Once Napstablook told Sans exactly how the exchange went, the skeleton looked proud. He can tell that the ghost does not fully trust him, but Sans has no qualms about it. After all, the only time Sans has ever gone out of his way to speak to Napstablook is about the human. The skeleton knows he did a shit job at trying to conceal that he doesn’t trust you.

It’s actually reassuring in a way to know that Napstablook doesn’t trust blindly, even if they’re “on the same team.”

After sharing briefly about each other’s day, Napstablook headed home to work on some remix of a song you played on the piano about a week ago. Conveniently, this is the day he usually speaks to Toriel, so he opted to stay back, sitting against the door for a short nap.

Sans only gets to nap for fifteen minutes when a familiar knocking pattern on the Ruin doors rouses him from his sleep. It takes him a moment to reorientate himself, but in a few seconds, he’s knocking back.

”Hello, old friend,” Toriel greets rather… seldomly.

Sans feigns confusion, “hey, you okay?”

”Yes, I am fine. There’s just–something weighing on my mind, I suppose.”

”well, you know you are always more than welcome to tell me what’s bothering you,” Sans hums, “only if you wanna share, no pressure.”

There’s a silence between them for a moment. Sans doesn’t rush her; he pulls out his blue comb to brush his beautiful, lucious skull. Actually, he just has the comb to scratch his head since his gloves don't let him do it right. After a few minutes, she finally opens up.

“I have a confession to make, but…. Please, hear me out first.”

”yeah, of course.”

“For the past month, I’ve been housing a human. An adult human woman.”

Wait, you’re an adult?? Napstablook had him believing this whole time that you were just some kid. He probably kept away that information on purpose. The skeleton barely hid his dislike for you, it would've been ten-fold if he knew you were much older.

Huh.

Good on Napstablook.

“Her name is [Y/n], and she has been nothing but a sweetheart and a delight. She’s so funny, and she’s incredibly smart. Ah-ha ha! I sometimes have trouble keeping up with some of the things she’ll share with me. Her humor is all over the place, I think you’d enjoy her jokes, too.”

You have Toriel wrapped around your finger too, huh? Napstablook wasn’t enough for you? No…No, Sans is just being unfair now. You are not Frisk. You might not even know what the hell is going on and you’re staying with Toriel because of that promise of protection from Flowey. He wishes that was enough to reassure him, but he’s just… he can’t be too careful.

“sounds like you really care for this human,” Sans hesitates for a second, but he needs to ask. For his own sake. “she isn’t… you’re sure she’s good?”

“Hm,” Toriel huffs out a small laugh, “Just the other day, she willingly showed me her soul, even after I thoroughly explained what it means here in the Underground to do something like that.”

“she what?”

You—Are you stupid or just overly trusting?! Sans barely lets Papyrus see his damn soul and his brother is one of the few people that Sans will never feel any different for even after so many Resets. Papyrus has shown his soul many times, but never pressed Sans into doing the same because he understands.

For you, someone who is supposedly SO intelligent, to trust a boss monster so willingly even when Toriel had explained it to you…

Crap, but that totally means you’re familiar with the sensation of someone looking at your soul now. Sans won’t be able to look at your stats without you knowing. He normally wouldn’t give a shit if that were the case, but it’s going to be more awkward when you know what it means to share your soul with someone.

“[Y/n] is very precious to me, so… so when the first day she arrived, there was a monster who nearly killed her… it had put me on edge in a way that I’ve never felt before.”

She must be talking about Flowey. Sans still doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal this time when Frisk was almost killed by Flowey too.

“really? do you remember what the monster looked like?” Still, Sans has to ask to keep up appearances.

“It was a flower, I believe. It’s strange, I’ve never seen any other monster like it.”

Yeahhh, crazy…

“is this why you’ve been keeping her in the ruins and not telling anyone about it?”

“Yes, precisely. We’ve come to the agreement that she wouldn’t leave our home alone since we were worried that if she was alone, the flower would come back to kill her.”

Right, Sans knows this (now) thanks to Napstablook.

”But lately, I’ve noticed a change in her behavior. She’s been more reclusive, and she isn’t as energetic as she used to be. [Y/n] would also tell me that when she tries to get hired just so she can have something to do, she’s turned away because she’s human.”

Yikes. Sans might not like you very much (nothing personal, he just doesn’t like humans), but even he thinks that’s pretty fucked. From the sounds of it, you really are just trying to live peacefully with the situation you’re given. Staying with Toriel. Trying (and failing) to get a job. Literally doing what you can to survive a psychopathic flower.

…Maybe Sans’ mental image of you is a little harsher than what the truth actually is.

“[Y/n]’s only other friend suggested this, and I’m reluctant to agree with him, but this isn’t just about me. I want [Y/n] to be happy, too.”

“what are you thinking?”

”My friend, if it’s not too much to ask, and if it’s not too much of a burden,” Toriel takes a deep breath, “can I entrust you to watch over [Y/n]?”

Sans’ grin widens. Seems like his plan worked.

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hotpinkboots · 7 days

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🧸 here!

so I was wondering if we could have some MTT with an s/o who likes to draw? definitely not projecting myself onto this specific y/n…

Hehe

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~Mettaton w/a Darling That Likes To Draw~

WOKE UP AND IMMEDIATELY WENT TO WRITE THIS MMM I LOVE RANDOM WRITING MOTIVATION

Warning(s): Invasion of privacy (MTT looking through Reader's sketchpad without permission), Mettaton being himself which is also a warning

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You were half asleep, floating somewhere between being half awake and being half asleep. You flinched as soon as you felt something land on your stomach, sitting up so abruptly that it made you dizzy, causing you to "see stars", the same affect that rubbing your eyes too hard would've had on you. You blinked hard. "What th-"

"DRAW ME."

What bastard woke you up at 6 am by throwing your sketchpad at you? Your eyes focused just enough for you to see the silhouette of Mettaton, standing directly over you with his hands on his hips. Oh, right. The bastard you were dating.

~He is the WORST LMAO he saw your sketchpad sitting there and slowly started to inch towards it. Bit by bit. Until he was close enough to grab it and flip through it like a madman

~His jaw dropped as soon as he saw your work. Whether they're full on art pieces or little unfinished sketches, he loves your art.

~Kicked his feet and twirled his hair while looking at it

~He also left a note on the corner of a blank page for you to find later:

Your art is almost as beautiful as you are!! Sorry for peeking (not) -Mtt

~Are you mortified? Maybe. Probably. A sketchpad is like an artist's diary. You'd read his old diaries for revenge if you weren't such a good person

~Mettaton had good intensions, though, he wouldn't purposely poke around had he have known that you didn't want him to. He's nosy, but he's not that nosy.

~Asks you to draw him. All the time. You're going to have a sketchpad full of drawings that are only of him at this point (who says you don't already have a sketchpad full of drawings that are only of him?)

~Anything that you draw for him, he frames as soon as he can.

~He kisses your signature for no particular reason (he's obsessed with you)

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THIS WAS REALLY ADORABLE ASDFGHJK Thank you for the request, darling! :D

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~Love, HotPinkBoots

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mshalfemptygirl · 1 year

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Exagerado (S.R)

Plot: Spencer is very interested in Brazilian culture and also in Reader, his co-worker.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x !Fem!Reader

Contents: just really fuffy with bit smut god i love it

Request: ai! imagino mt a reader cantando exagerado pro spencer e ele tp 🤔 e indo atras da tradução 😢😭😢😭 + ele aprendendo português pra surpreender elaaaa n da mtt fofo

A/N: my first request omg i’m really happy and this one is so cute, i’m in love. And please, go listen the song mentioned here in the fic. Hope you like it, love y’all.

It was July. The weather outside was hot and muggy, with the midday sun blazing in the sky. All I could think about was getting a substantial meal—real food, not just any quick snack. In Brazil, lunch is a full spread: rice, beans, salad, steak, and even coffee afterward. When I told Spencer about this, he was utterly fascinated and bombarded me with questions, claiming it was his right as a good friend to know everything about me. Now, we were driving through the city, searching for something more satisfying than the donuts served at the police station, which I wasn’t particularly fond of.

Since Spencer isn’t a fan of driving, I was behind the wheel. Spencer, who specializes in geographic profiling, was effectively my human GPS. He mentioned a Brazilian restaurant on the other side of town and seemed genuinely excited about it, knowing it would help alleviate my homesickness. Yet, despite my nostalgia, I also consider the U.S. my home. As we drove, Spencer insisted on listening to my MPB (Brazilian Popular Music) playlist. Though he might not be genuinely interested in Portuguese, given his expertise in complex languages, I didn’t think it would be too challenging for him. I’d never taught him any Portuguese, though.

We found ourselves stuck in traffic. Glancing over, I saw Spencer staring out the window. Realizing that silence would drive me crazy, I decided to strike up a conversation. "Did you enjoy the playlist?" I asked.

He turned his head toward me and said, "Oh, yes. It’s quite intriguing. Portuguese is such a beautiful language, but with about 260 million speakers worldwide, it's relatively small compared to some other languages." I smiled. I always found it interesting when he spoke about scientific facts. His enthusiasm for detailed information was both captivating and endearing.

"I’m glad you like it. I do too. Why don’t you pick a song for me to sing while we’re stuck in traffic?" I suggested.

He raised an eyebrow. "Y/N, you don’t sing."

I rolled my eyes at his implication that I might be a terrible singer. "Well, Dr., I may not be a professional singer, but that doesn’t mean I can’t sing. Come on, it’s just for fun. I promise my voice isn’t too terrible."

All I heard was his loud laugh. Spencer can be a bit of a pain sometimes, reacting in ways that others might find awkward. He can’t hide his true feelings, and his exaggerated reactions can be quite amusing. Although it can be frustrating, I understand it’s just part of who he is and find it hard to stay mad at him.

"Alright, I’ll pick a song..." he said, scrolling through my Spotify playlist. He stopped when he was almost at the end, his finger hovering over the screen. "...This one. It looks like a good choice." His smile was infectious, and I felt a flutter of excitement. He had chosen a song I particularly liked, one that was close to my heart. I couldn’t wait to start singing it, even though I was a little embarrassed about performing.

I felt a surge of excitement and quickly grabbed the water bottle from the back seat. After taking a refreshing sip, I turned my attention back to Spencer as he selected the song. It was about an impossible love, one of my favorites. To me, it felt as if Cazuza were still around and knew us—he might say that "Exagerado" was a tribute to me and Dr. Reid.

As the first notes of the song began to play, I glanced over and saw Spencer’s gaze locked on me with a hint of amusement. I used the water bottle as a makeshift microphone and gave him a playful wave. Despite blushing and feeling a bit embarrassed, I started to sing, “Amor da minha vida, daqui até a eternidade…” My free hand reached out to hold his right hand as I continued with, “Nossos destinos foram traçados na maternidade…”

I kept singing, trying to stay in tune while he seemed genuinely engaged, following along with the lyrics on my phone. The song's final verse, “Thrown at your feet with a thousand stolen roses. I'm exaggerated, I love an invented love,” perfectly captured the playful, dramatic flair I was embracing.

In the midst of my performance, I was overjoyed to have forgotten about the traffic and the fact that I was singing just for him. When I finished, Spencer applauded, and I thanked him for the private concert. Despite knowing my performance wasn’t flawless, his compliment made me feel appreciated. His charming reaction only added to my contentment.

A few minutes later, the traffic began to clear, and we resumed our journey to the restaurant, the mood uplifted by the shared moment.

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One week later, we were in a different city, dealing with a new case. The team had wrapped up a long and intense week, and we were all eager to return to the hotel and unwind. I was sharing a room with Spencer. The hotel was typical but comfortable—boasting a king-size bed that looked like a cloud, a spacious shower with a rainfall head, and a lovely view of the bustling avenue below, where city lights twinkled like stars.

I was utterly exhausted. I sank onto the bed, feeling the softness envelop me as I let out a sigh of relief. My muscles ached from the week’s strain, and I reveled in the sensation of the plush bedding. Spencer, meanwhile, was methodically setting down his briefcase on the desk. He loosened his tie with deliberate, practiced motions, clearly eager to relax after the day’s work. As I closed my eyes, savoring the rare moment of peace, I heard Spencer’s voice cut through the quiet.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes to find Spencer gazing at me with a blend of curiosity and nervousness. "Yes, love?" I asked, using one of my favorite nicknames. I always found it endearing how he blushed every time I used it.

He shifted uneasily before speaking. "Do you remember the song you sang in the car last week?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation. "I took a moment to look up the English translation of the lyrics, and I was wondering if the plot sounds familiar to you..."

I sat up, intrigued and slightly puzzled. "What do you mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I tried to understand his sudden interest.

He seemed to fidget, leaning against the wall before coming over to sit beside me on the bed. His nervousness was evident. "Well, we've been friends for a long time," he started, his voice unsteady. "And sometimes, when I think about dating someone, you're the only person I can imagine. So, I've kind of... invented this hypothetical love story in my mind where we could be together. It’s been driving me crazy. I even started learning Portuguese to see if I could approach you better and spend more time with you. And, well, I’m already rambling, aren’t I?”

"Sweetheart, it’s alright," I said, trying to keep my tone calm and reassuring. "I’ve imagined something similar with you too, because I really enjoy our time together. You’re incredibly smart and funny, and I even love your magic tricks. Honestly, when I’m with you, I can’t help but think about getting closer and kissing you..." I winced internally as I realized how direct I was being. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so blunt. I was just trying to be romantic," I added, covering my face with my hands, feeling a rush of embarrassment.

He gently took my hands away from my face, his gaze softening as he looked at me with affection. "It’s okay, I want to do this with you too," he said quietly. As he spoke, the distance between us seemed to melt away. He leaned in and kissed me—a kiss that was soft yet lingering, filled with unspoken promise. The warmth of his lips on mine was intoxicating.

When we finally parted, I traced my fingers lightly over his face, savoring the closeness. I kissed him again, and then once more, each kiss deeper than the last, as if we were both exploring a new, exciting world together. His lips on mine felt like a dream come true, transporting me to a place of pure bliss.

Then, he began to trail kisses down my neck, each touch sending an electric current through me. His lips were warm and soft, creating a sensation that made my pulse race and my skin tingle. The intimacy of the moment felt all-consuming, a powerful connection that went beyond anything I had ever experienced. Every kiss was a gentle, yet intense reminder of how closely our fates were tied. I could feel it in every fiber of my being, like an undeniable truth that had been there all along.

My breathing grew shallow as the excitement built within me, my body reacting to the gentle pressure of his lips. I felt a deep, primal desire stirring, an urgent need that seemed to echo the profound bond we shared. "Spence, I want you," I whispered, my voice trembling with longing.

He placed one final, tender kiss on my chin, his breath warm against my skin. With a soft, sincere tone, he murmured, “Tudo que você quiser, meu amor (Anything you want, my love).” The promise in his words only heightened the intensity of the moment, filling me with a sense of anticipation and a deep, consuming desire.

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mellybabbles · 7 months

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New fic just dropped y'all, MTT x Reader I'm gonn ahave fun with this one heh To Love a Psychopath - Chapter 1 - MelatoninDepicts - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

#melly's silly talks #utmv #dusttale #horrortale #something new #Murder Time Trio

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tainted-by-skeletons · 8 months

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Bully Reader X Sans (Part 2)

(Still SFW. This part gets to the Sans X Reader stuff.)

Y/N’s Pov

I dreaded the day Sans would run into me next. But that day wouldn't be nearly as bad as the next time I ran into Papyrus.

“Hey! Paps! Uhhh is-”

“Y/N! Ooooh do I have some words for you!”

Usually I'd laugh at his silly, oddly motherly language… but he looked pissed. He lived with his brother. Obviously he saw what happened. And obviously Sans told him in a way that would make it look worse for me.

“Oh my god. I'm so sorry! Okay!? The whole canine unit was daring me to do it!”

“I insist you go apologize to my big brother right now!”

“Uhhhh…” I started quietly.

“Why are you hesitating?! Do you think I want to be friends with someone who bullies my brother! I didn't even realize how badly you were treating him until he came home with permanent marker all over his face!”

“I'm really sorry…”

“Tell him that!”

I really didn't get why Papyrus was fuming the way he was until he said,

“He's in our house all day now because he can't get it off!”

“What!?” I screeched.

“Is that a surprise to you? It's called a permanent marker.”

“It's not permanent for human’s skin! Oh my god. I'm soooo so sorry! I didn't know!” I insisted.

“Well.” Papyrus huffed. “I suppose your intentions weren't as evil as I thought, but you still have to apologize!”

“Yeah! Of course! Uh!- Well. I don't know if I should go to his house though.”

I already knew that Sans was extremely protective of his territory. Much like the dog guards. That wasn't a monster thing, but it did seem somewhat common in Snowden.

“This is an emergency!” Papyrus urged.

“Okay! Okay. I'll apologize. Is there something I can bring him? Like food? Orrr… I dunno.”

Usually when I had a fight with one of my friends I'd do something to make it up to them. But letting him draw on my face was my only idea and I'd assume he wouldn't like it.

“I would ask you to bring him Grillby's, but I heard you were rightfully banned from the restaurant.”

“Yeaaaah. What about MTT’s?”

“It… will have to do. Hurry!” Papyrus demanded.

“Eeep! Okay!”

I would never describe Papyrus as scary, but I'd die if he didn't talk to me. He was my only friend in the underground that I could really rely on for anything. He was irreplaceable and I did feel really bad about what I did to his brother. So I walked halfway across the underground kingdom and then all the way back to the skeleton brother's house. No doubt the food was cold, but it was the thought that counted.

*Knock knock*

The door didn't open, but not long after I knocked, I heard shuffling behind the door.

“Who is it?” A grumpy deep voice asked.

It was definitely Sans. It was actually pretty easy to recognize anyone's voice in the underground.

“Ummm. Your least favorite person... With a peace offering!”

“Fuck off!”

Something slammed against the door and scared a yelp out of me. I didn't want to stay there for any longer than I had to, but everyone said Sans couldn't hurt a fly. So I took a deep breath and started over.

“Please let me in. I know how to get permanent marker off of stuff. Okay?”

“You don't have to come in to tell me.”

“You at least have to open the door if you want food.”

Sans opened the door and stuck a boney hand out. I easily enough pushed the door open all the way. And I let myself in.

“Hey! What the hell?!”

“I don't apologize to closed doors. Now. Do you have nail polish remover?”

“The fuck does it look like?” Sans said rudely.

Sans looked as grumpy as he sounded. He was wearing his usual blue and gray jacket, but this time he had his hood up. There were two race car bandaids on his cheeks.

“You probably don't own soap.” I joked.

Sans shoved me and I nearly got locked outside again. I put myself between the door and the frame. Sans was thankfully not very strong.

“Aaah! Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!” I shouted.

Sans crossed his arms and huffed at me without saying anything.

“I'll come back with a few things that might work. Okay? You can take this for now. Or else it'll get even colder. But… please let me back in okay?”

Sans' already big eyes seemed to somehow get wider. But he quickly turned his head down and to the side as he muttered,

“Fine.”

“I'll be back later then.”

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Why are you doin’ all this?”

“I… I didn't realize that it was permanent. And I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't drunk. So I want to sorta make up for it.”

“You're not trying to get back into Grillby's?”

“No. It's your place. I won't go again.”

“Uh… I don't…I don't believe ya.”

And he slammed the door on my face.

“Uggghhh! Rude!” I shouted.

I turned away and headed towards the only convenience store I knew of.

It really is a shame. He looks so cute with those little bandaids on his cheeks! He seems more approachable now. I ought to convince him to take those off and let me highlight the cute marks I gave him with blush. Maybe he'll make some friends and leave me alone.

So I bought a few more things at the store than I originally intended. Nail polish remover, rubbing alcohol, blush, and a snack too. Checking the time, I realized it was starting to get somewhat late.

“Oh! I have to head back! Thanks!”

I rushed back to Sans' house. Running into Papyrus on the way.

“Human! How did it go?”

“I know how to get the marker off Sans’ face. He's going along with me for now. Are you on your way back?”

“Yes! I just came back from training with Undyne!”

“That's great. It'll be nice to have someone on my side. It won't be as awkward that way.”

“I am always happy to help a friend!”

“Thanks Paps. Er. Papyrus.”

Papyrus raised a metaphorical brow at my retraction of his nickname.

“Why don't you and Sans get along again?”

“I dunno… he's just… He's a real mood killer. And I don't like that he's always trying to get on my case about stuff!”

“What stuff?”

“Well… like… Being mean to people. But hey! Even if he's right, lecturing me isn't gonna make me wanna be any nicer! Besides! That's just how people get along sometimes. You don't care. Right?”

“When you make fun of me? I… I didn't want to bother you about it but… Yes. I do care about that.”

“Oh… Papyrus I'm so sorry. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings or anything. It's just-... Just… I don't know. I say to you the kinda things my friends up on the surface always said to me. The guard dogs do it too! We push each other around and stuff and call each other chickens but… I do it a little differently? Don't I?”

“Sometimes. It does feel the same as a guard calling me names but I don't like that much either. You, Sans and Undyne are really the only people I consider friends.”

“Really? But you're so fun to hang out with!”

“Thank you Human! You know, Sans is a lot of fun too! I didn't understand why he's always so tense around you, but I hope one day you'll give each other a chance! I think you would be really great friends.”

“Ahhh. I don't know. Right now I'm just hoping to make up for this. I'm glad you'll be there though. Maybe you can butter him up.”

“Aaahhh Weelll! I actually have something I have to do! I'm so sorry human! I'm sure you'll do just fine without me! I have to go now actually!”

“What?! But we're almost there! Come on!”

As suspicious as it was, I wanted to get inside a house quickly. Smart ladies don't stay outside at night. I knocked on the skeleton brother's door once again. Wondering what Papyrus suddenly ran off for. Especially so late at night.

“... What? Why!” I heard through the door.

Sans was talking to someone. I couldn't tell who and I couldn't hear much, so I put my ear to the door and listened in.

“Yeah. She just got here. I'm about to let her in… Yeah? Well I wish I didn't have to! Why can't you help me out instead?... I don't need to be friends with her. I don't want to... I mean nooo. Not as bad as before… Ya know. I love that you like everybody but she's a jerk… She did?... Well. That doesn't change anything. I gotta go. I think she's right outside.”

Sans opened the door. He had taken off his cute bandaids and I could see my artwork in its full glory.

“Eeee!~” I squealed and held my hands up to my cheeks to hide my smiling face from him.

“Uh! Hey! Shut up!”

I let myself in and closed the door behind me. Hopefully making his decision to let me stay a little easier.

“I've got two ideas that should both work. If somehow they don't, I'm sure I could find you some concealer until it eventually… well. Like… heals over or scratches off or whatever.”

“I'm not sure it would.”

“What?! But like. Your bone or whatever it is. It heals right!?”

“Yeah. But nobody's been stupid enough to draw on it. Most people think it's pretty obvious that I might not be able to get it off.”

“Well if that's how it is, then if this doesn't work then you can find concealer without my help!”

“What the fuck is that anyway?”

“Concealer? It's like a foundation specifically made to cover up redness or any blemishes.”

“Oh God. I'm not gonna use fucking makeup!”

“Are you kidding me? Don't be a pussy! Even guys use-.”

“What did you call me?!”

I saw a flash of blue light somewhere in the corner of my vision as suddenly my body slammed into the side of Sans' wall. The force of the hit knocked the air out of me. I talk big but I'm no good in a fight. I learned that the hard way a couple times. I raised a hand up to my throat. As if I could somehow catch my breath physically with it.

“Answer me.”

I looked up and saw Sans' cute vandalized face didn't look so cute anymore. One of his eye sockets was completely dark. Reminding me he was still an undead monster I knew nothing about. The other was glowing with a blue and yellow ring. He stepped up to me and put a hand against the wall I was thrown against. I yelped and tried to cover my trembling lips. But it didn't hide my horrified tears. The bright ring from Sans' eye faded away. Soon it was replaced with his usual cartoonish white dots.

“Wow. Just like the canine unit. All bark and no bite.”

No one told me that Sans could fight. In fact, I heard exactly the opposite from everyone. That's why I wasn't afraid to pick on him. Sans backed off me. I took a second to wipe away my tears before I shakily stood. I realized the irony of me calling him a pussy. Out of everyone in the room that moment, it definitely wasn't him.

“Just… Let me give you the stuff so I can get out of here.” I said awkwardly and quietly.

“Good idea.”

I gave Sans a pouty glare as I reached for the bag of stuff I dropped. I was too late to hide the blush I bought on a whim. I tried to hide it back inside the clear bag as sneakily as I could. Obviously with Sans watching me do it, I couldn't hide much.

“The hell’s that pink stuff?”

“Uh! It's nothing! I was just- um. Er- It's actually mine.”

“I can tell you're lying. Is that something weird?”

Sans had a disgusted expression on his face. I could tell what he meant by weird and I didn't like what he might have been insinuating. Even then, I found myself asking to make sure.

“What do you mean weird?!”

“Oh God. Grillby told me you might have a crush on me but I didn't think he was actually right.”

“Whhat?!” I shrieked.

Sans' Pov

“What the hell is wrong with people like you? Are you that immature that you can't treat people you like with respect?”

“I don't have a crush on you! You're insane!”

“Kay. Then why'd you draw hearts on my face?”

“Because I didn't want anyone to see how bad I am at drawing!”

“Bullshit.”

“I'll prove it to you!”

“No you won't. Anyone can draw badly on purpose. Besides that's not an excuse because drawing on curved surfaces is hard anyway. So nobody's good at it in the first place.”

“What? No it's not! Why would that be hard?”

Oh wow. She is bad at drawing.

“Well why didn't you just write something then?”

“I have really bad handwriting.”

I guess that makes sense. Those go hand in hand.

“I got the idea because Brandy said something about it!”

That makes a lot of sense too…

“I don't really believe you.”

But I wasn't going to admit I was wrong about something like that.

“Ugh! You're just full of yourself! You probably think everyone has a crush on you!”

“I wouldn't have thought it if Grillby hadn't said anything.”

“Well he's crazy too! He probably just wanted to make you feel better or something! He probably likes you!”

“Oh. So you think everyone has a crush on me.”

“That's not what I said! That's not what I said at all!”

Her screeching didn't do her any favors. Still being seated on the ground under me was suspicious too. But what really convinced me was what I noticed when she stood up.

“You're blushing.”

“Uh! No! I-Ugh! Of course I'm blushing! You just nearly knocked me out and now you think I like you! It's all the blood in my- ugh! You wouldn't get it.”

“Haha. How much makeup do you wear? It's a mess.”

“Aaah! Don't look!”

She covered her face and turned away from me.

“Oh yeah? Why do you care if I see you like that?’

“Ugggh! Shut up!”

Y/N grabbed her bag and everything that fell out of it and marched upstairs.

#sans x reader #x reader #fanfiction #undertale

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derangedanomaly · 4 months

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OVER-COPY 4

[UNDERTALE AU MASTERLIST]

-An AU in which Nightmare has a clone. A clone that impersonates him and overall ruins his reputation on purpose... A silly joke, or something much more serious?-

Third masterlist

Started: 5/20/2024

Updated: 5/30/2024

Chaos reference sheet

MTT reference sheet

CHAPTER III.:

Forgetting her...?

Dead where he was standing

THE DELETE BUTTON

FUN ASKS:

Ace's date

Flustered Ace

Ace receiving a poster

Clueless Chaos

Ace's, Nightmares and Ted's music taste

Nightmare taking care of Kitoto (Kitoto belongs to @kitoto-the-babybones)

An accident?

Protecting the chickens lmao

Error receiving another chicken

Father Chaos

The devil fr

A great mother

Courage

Asking for permission to marry Chaos?

Ace's date plan

Preposterous

Giving Ted food

Flirting with Error and Swap

Reactions to plush versions of themselves

Friendship with Ace

YOU WANT THEM TO WHAT?!

Chaos reaction to a shirt

Kids fighting 😭

A pun for swap

Tired father Nightmare

HE WAS FLIRTING? 😳

LIAAAAR

Cup holder

Just so sweet

The situation ...

Worship

Giving you mixed signals

Mushed

Flustered Ace

FLUSTERED ACE PT2

Cute lil boy

Ace's assigned nickname

Rambling about you

Ace down bad

The timeout bucket 💀

Stay focused

Failed to stay focused

Proud of him 🙏🏻

Ace geeking out yet again

Ace geek 2

Ace geek 3

ART:

Hugging Nightmare

Chaos' orientation reveal (kinda?)

Sad Chaos

Strange request

Marshmallow hell for Ace

Human Chaos

Human Chaos, but from the back?

Human Ace

ACE DATE

Marshmallow hell for Ted

SUMMER ART OF TED

ME X ERROR 😍🙏🏻

Ink's prank on Error

Nervous?

MAID DRESS FOR CHAOS?!

Tracing Ted's scar with your finger

Words of encouragement

Random Chaos sketches

Papa Blake lmao

Pretty boy

Poly

*Hides in the sweater town™️*

Laying on top of Ted

The praise kink

Motorcyclist Chaos

Sketch of unhooded Ace

The yapper and the listener

FACTS (TALK):

CHAOS PICKING THE READER UP WITH HIS TENTACLES (short FIC)

Chaos' personality summary

Chaos sans playlist Done by @relaxraven

Diana and her subjects

Perfectionist

A stalker reader??

The boys™️ getting their body commented on? (Negative)

Ted's healthy style

IMPORTANT:

A summary of Chaos' story/my AU

REGARDING THE STORY

FANART:

Chaos ordering at McDonald's

Ace fanart

Chaos ship art by @starzz4marz

Fan art of human Nightmare by @idkwhaticandonow

Diana fanart by @joonebugg

Chaos plushie by @storyduck

Chaos fanart by @misha-galaxy

That one meme about the boobs

Dinner time

#undertale #undertale fandom #undertale au #undertale art #sans undertale #art #utmv #utmv au #utmv art #chaos sans #chaos sans art #nightmare sans #nightmare sans art #undertale oc #fanart

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centipedelightning · 11 months

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Hi! I saw your elephant!monster reader ask and decided to throw my hat in the ring with a mouse!monster reader with the same pairings, My oc is the monsterized version of the mouse in the wall. A silly goofy rodent with a habit of "borrowing" things and food from people and shops across the underground

this is so cute are you kidding me. ik you didn't request him but I couldn't resist the klepto4klepto idea in my head with Cash. Congrats on being my first "inspiration point" btw.

ALSO: if this didn’t satisfy you, feel free to resubmit your request fhsgdhdh. i can do something a bit more in line w what you were probably expecting.

| UT/UF/US(+SF Pap) x Klepto Mouse!Reader || Platonic/Non-specified || Fluff |

Sans

You'll probably first meet at Grillby's.

The usual patrons are there and in you come. Slinking.. Scheming...

The crystal glasses have been calling your name for a week now.

To your surprise, this is a day Grillby is out so a certain skeleton is behind the counter.

You sidle up to the bar and order some food, intent on getting Sans away from the glassware. Once he's gone you're in action.

With deft fingers, you are reaching over the counter and grabbing as many glasses as you think you can get away with.

Once your inventory is good and full, you settle back into your spot.

You don't realize you've been caught until an empty glass is put in front of you.

"you've been a little mousy you're whole life?"

"I like to think I'm pretty outgoing actually."

That gets a laugh out of the skeleton. "i'm afraid i'll need those glasses back."

You decide to hand him a pair of glasses you "borrowed" from a frog Monster you met in Waterfall.

This goes on all night. After a certain point, you decide to give up the ghost and hand the absurd number of glasses back over to Sans. He even promised to not rat you out to Grillby.

Papyrus

You were walking through Waterfall when you saw Papyrus walking along a lower level just under you.

He was carrying a comical stack of Tupperware containers full of something. It was simple curiosity! He wouldn't even miss it!

You succeeded at snatching a Tupperware and cracked it open. The acrid smell of pure evil is the only thing that graces your nostrils.

Deciding you have no desire to hold onto whatever science experiment the skeleton had made, you hopped down and chased after him.

You came up with a quick excuse that he dropped the item and you were just innocently returning it.

Papyrus' sockets shine as he drops the armload of "food". You get thanked so profusely you almost thought you did something honorable, not stole food.

You get questioned about your culinary inclinations while he picks all the containers back up. Many of them busted open when dropped, though the skeleton doesn't seem to care.

You didn't realize that you started following him while talking and after some time you arrived to his front door.

You tried to bid him farewell before you were all but begged to come in and cook with him. It is free entry into his house.

Who knows what goodies you might be able to snag.

Red

You've heard about the funny skeleton that sometimes performs at MTT resort and decided to check it out.

You were in the area, there was an interesting list of comics on the roster, and the audience looked like types to have a lot of interesting things on them. What reason did you have not to go?

Many of the performers were fine. A few of them were so dull you had no way to sneak about without being caught.

Red was the closer, and by then your pockets were starting to feel well and full.

You, of course, continued on your mission; stifling giggles and laughs as best you could.

Red's set was nearly over by the time you felt satisfied. Oddly enough, when you fully tuned back in you notice something strange. He was making a few too many rodent-themed jokes than one might expect.

It was only after the second or third time he glanced directly into your beady eyes that you realized he absolutely knew what you were doing.

You tried to slip out of the dining room unnoticed but a certain toothy grin at the front doors stopped you.

"got caught with your hand in the mouse trap there buddy"

You had very few options other than running or offering a bribe. you went with a bribe.

Red, surprisingly, accepts and even offers a little deal. You join up with him during his sets. He tells jokes so good no one will notice a certain mousey's fingers in their pockets. Split the loot after.

You didn't have many options to counteroffer, but even then you didn't particularly want to.

Edge

You were caught pocketing some cinnamon bunnies and got the guard called on you. Naturally, you were well practiced in avoiding the guard.

You tried to spend as little time as possible in Snowdin until everything cooled off some. What you didn't realize is that the up-and-coming royal guardsman was not one to give up so quickly.

Once you decided enough time had passed, you made your appearance back into the thrall of the small town. It was only after you picked up some whispers behind you that you realized you perhaps haven't been away as long as you should've been.

What ensued was chaos. Once you realized that yes, people definitely recognized you and had called for the guard, you were booking it out of there.

A few members of the dog pack put up a chase for a while, but none of them cared for petty theft. The only one who decided to pursue you into the forest for the better part of an hour was the new skeleton recruit, Edge.

The chase only ended after you both found yourselves stuck on a large frozen lake, unable to get your feet underneath you. After hitting an impasse, you try one last boon.

You offer to pay for everything you stole and then some. Edge didn't believe you were good for it, but you were no stranger to "borrowing" a good amount of G.

While slipping and sliding past each other, Edge pulled out a long itemized list of everything you have stolen. It took a good few minutes to read through your bill but you did manage to have enough money on you to pay the shopkeep back.

After that, you were watched like a hawk by Edge personally whenever he saw you out about town. It didn't take long to realize you could intentionally run him around if you stole something in his line of sight.

Blue

Blue was one of the only people who bothered to regularly set puzzles and traps that were more interesting than piles of snow.

That also meant you could get a bunch of neat junk if you went around to dig out the parts.

You became his shadow. He'd set up a puzzle, you'd slip in and take a few parts. It certainly didn't help that Blue was incredibly amusing to watch once he saw your handiwork.

He even tried to stake you out a few times, though it never worked.

There was only once that Blue caught you.

You were out somewhere else and he put his plan in action.

You came back to your usual spot to scope out how you were going to sneak past the puzzle part of the puzzle. You didn't even think that the course looked suspicious.

It was a switch-flipping style puzzle. Certain switches move different snow poffs and you had to pick the right combination to get through. Easy.

It was only as you solved the puzzle and the floor gave out under you that you realized you made a mistake.

You got pulled out of the snow that fell on top of you none other than Blue himself.

You weren't able to do much more than laugh and deny. Deny! DENY!

It didn't work of course, though Blue did ask to keep you around.

Something about making the puzzles so hard a human wouldn't even be able to pass them?

Stretch

Stretch was trying to do a simple run to the craft store to get some fabric. His brother wanted a new workout set and refused to just buy one.

You were also there. You were in the bead aisle hamfisting those suckers into your pockets. Stretch could only imagine would you have already stashed away in your inventory.

It was a slow day and he had time for a little prank.

Everywhere you went, the skeleton followed. Everything you put on your person, the skeleton subtly magicked right back out.

It took you a while to notice, but once you did the game changed. It became a combination of making sure you didn't catch him putting your ill-gotten gains back and not being caught himself.

This went on for a while.

You started to get smart. You tried to shake your mysterious pursuer by taking random turns and power-walking down each aisle as quick as you could.

After a time, you also realized your pockets never got heavier. You decided you absolutely had more time to waste and got to plotting.

You started picking up items you didn't even want. Scrap fabric and strange decor items were shoved places you thought you would know if they were tampered with.

It didn't work. The standoff, so to speak, lasted two hours and you didn't catch your shadower once.

You decided to give up. You grab a couple small items and go up to the store clerk to check out. It's the least you could do after being a terror in their store for the past few hours.

It's only after you are well on your way out the door do you feel something. Your bag got slightly heavier. You stop to dig around in it and notice a pack of pencils you didn't steal and definitely didn't buy.

As you look it over you notice it has a little note drawn on the package: "that was fun. quit trying to steal things. see you around."

• Inspiration Point •

Cash

Anyone with a working brain would know not to mess with the skeleton brothers. Most of all you would never want to gamble against the taller one.

You never took their advice. Cash was fine entertainment from afar, but at the table was where the real fun started.

You didn't do it often, but every once in a while you'd find your way to Grillby's Bar & Grill after hours. There was where you'd find the good loot.

With your pockets full and inventory fuller, you found a seat at the round table where the fire elemental was dealing the first round of poker.

You got your wares appraised earlier, so your starting chips were already piled high before you.

The real joy of the table was watching people lose. They almost always came with an air of unearned confidence that made the fall that much sweeter to watch.

They always lost and were always sore losers.

That night, there were only a few real players. Cash was there, like most nights. Dogaressa and Dogamy were there, though Dogamy was only good for moral support. A few of the bar's regulars were at the table as well. The rest of the seats were filled by desperate newbies.

As soon as the table was full, the game started. It continued as you expected. Most of the newbies were overconfident and lost all their G near immediately. Dogamy backed out. The regulars all slowly backed out after losing what little money they offered in the first place.

What was surprising was how long you made it. The only people left at the table were you, Cash, and Dogaressa. You weren't playing for money and you certainly weren't playing to win.

You just wanted some easy entertainment to watch some full adult Monsters throw a few tantrums. It's not like the money you brought to the table came from a personal fund.

It didn't take long before the sore losers all left, so your interest was waning.

It wasn't until you noticed Cash do a weird little hand motion that you recognized quite well. He was pocketing cards. If he's not above cheating why should you be?

In the end, Cash won the lot. You didn't expect to win, nor did you care to cheat enough so that you would've. If anything, that would've been suspicious.

You knew that Cash realized your play and that made the night all the more interesting. Once he knew you were cheating, it became a joint effort to do as much as possible without being fought by Grillby or Dogaressa and miraculously you both pulled it off.

Or, you both pulled it off long enough to get out the door snickering to each other, G in hand.

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