#papyrus drabble

[urva4lentinee]

Prompt idea : Papyrus loses his scarf and you find it and give it back to him.

TW: none!

Papyrus (Classic)

Monsters had been on the surface for a few months now, their appearance shocked the world but they were welcomed pretty quick. Though they had a preference to live closer to the outskirts where it wasn't busy and crowded. It was probably out of weariness but everything was new to them.

There was a flower field, vast and open behind a grocery store Papyrus frequented with sans. It was a local shop but the owner was kind enough to let them venture out to the back due to Sans' curiosity about it. While walking around in it they both were reminded of the waterfall. Surrounded by glowing blue flowers.. but this place was sunny and had bright colorful bursts with grass mingling and intertwining with flowers and other plants like ferns all while the sun shined down on them.

Papyrus loves the surface, he was always adventurous and the wind blowing felt so freeing, it was nice to feel the warmth of the sun and the breeze of the wind. Even when it rained or got particularly hot, it was all a new experience for monster kind a like. They never had weather changes. Sitting down he loosened his scarf and placed it into his hand, he wore the red cloth everywhere. It was a comfort item, one that reminded him of the underground. Maybe he was a sentimental guy but he enjoyed having memories to keep and show.

When he laid down on the ground letting the gall grass swallow and hide his tall and lanky form he smiled, the wind passing through the grass but not hitting him directly, keeping his hand loosely wrapped around his scarf as he rested. With closed eyes his shoulders sagged in content. Laying there basking in the sun before he heard shuffling behind him and a shadow casting over him, blocking the gentle rays. Peaking his eyes open he frowned at his brother who wore an evil but playful grin, knowing he was disrupting his sun bathing.

"'sup, paps."

"..Yes, Hello, Sans. May I Help You?" Papyrus asked, with a raised eyebrow hinting of disapproval.

"Nah.. but uh- where's your scarf?" Sans asked, pointing at his hand next to him. Quickly Papyrus sat up and looked at his now empty hand. WHEN DID IT DISAPPEAR??

Setting a few boxes outside you sigh, happy to be on your break finally after dealing with the customers. You sat the bent and wrinkled cardboard on top of the trash can. Dusting off your hands you went to sit down, reaching into the apron's pocket for your phone only to stop when you noticed a bright red color resting against the leg of the chair that sat outside for the employees.

You reach and pick up the long and well woven cloth, laying it out and quietly admiring how long it was and the quality of it. It looked handmade and very well loved if the holes in some place were anything to go by. It must've been sitting out for a bit given the warmth of it.

You folded it and keep it against your chest absently looking off to the side to see two people run by you quickly. A tall monster running quickly and a short one following him keeping a speed walk. You wonder for a moment why they were behind the store but ultimately shrug it off and sit down with the red cloth in your lap as you pull out your phone to scroll your break away.

After a while the back door opens, you smile expecting your co-worker only to see your boss instead. With wide eyes you nervously smile and look at him thinking you did something wrong and you'll be written up.. your boss was pretty nice so you wonder what you did until he turns to you and smiles warmly, wiping his hands on his apron.

"There you are! Was looking for you, didn't realize you were on break!" ..oh thank goodness. He wasn't mad.

"Got some monsters looking for something, says it's a scarf of the bright color variety." He finishes, stepping outside more to gesture to the door in a 'come out here' motion. Out steps two monsters, the tall one wears a worried expression, the other, shorter, one wearing a tight smile with what seems to be beads of sweat dripping off the sides of his skull. ..hey! Those are the guys from earlier that were running past you!!

You were about to shake your head no, that you haven't seen one before remembering the scarf you found. Looking down you close your phone and neatly hold up the woven piece to them with a smile.

"Is this it?"

"Oh My Asgore! Yes! Thank You So Much, Human!" The tall one smiles brightly, his matching red gloves brushing against your hands to take the outstretched cloth back before pausing a little. You tilt your head softly in confusion but give him an encouraging smile in hopes maybe he's just nervous.

Watching his cheeks..? Turn a faint orange he laughs a bit loudly under his breath and quickly pulls away, taking the red cloth again, still smiling at you while the shorter one sighs heavily, he looks relieved. Given the way his shoulder sag quite a bit and he rubs the side of his skull.

"Great you found it! Sorry for the worry, glad to have you catch it, huh?" Your boss chuckles at you and you nod a bit shyly at the light praise. You never took compliments very well..

Looking at the outstretched hand with surprise you look up at the tall skeleton again as he offers you a hand to shake. You take it and give a small wave motion and pull away again, folding your hands together in front of you after the exchange.

"I'm The Great Papyrus! Nice To Meet You....?" Papyrus trails off, waiting for you to reply. You look down realizing you didn't have your name tag on and look back at his bright expression telling him your name.

"Great! Lovely Name! You Have My Gratitude! Didn't Know You Worked Here! Me And My Brother-" he then gestures to the shorter skeleton who lazily smiles and does a little wave towards you. You return the gesture with a smile.

"Sans, Visit Here Quite A Bit."

Making an 'o' with your mouth you then smile. The store wasn't too well known but it was a good local spot so you were happy to hear that they supported the business. You weren't in love with your job but the people who worked and ran the place were sweet.

"Really? That's great! I'm usually sticking things so that's probably why. Maybe we'll see each other more often?'

Papyrus grinned at the response and nodded.

"Yes! That'd Be Great! Me And My Brother Must Be Off Now! Have A Lovely Day!" With that he quickly waved to the both of you and ushered his brother quickly out into the store again and your boss laughed and waved to you, following them in.

You sighed tiredly smiling softly and sitting back down to continue on your break. What an interesting character.. you hope to see them again.

Thanks if you read this :))! Feel free to request or suggest anything.

[cloudyskydreams]

S/O wearing their clothes! UT,UF,UF,HT

Thought this was a cute idea actually got inspired from the last request but decided to make it its own thing. Small little drabbles and two posts for the day I feel accomplished! As always hope y'all enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans:

The rare occasion his jacket is to get washed and you pull it out of the dirty laundry to wear it. It smells like pine and ketchup and you relax into the smell as you stand in your shared bedroom. A chuckle from behind you has you spinning around and you see and amused Sans staring at you through lidded eyes. "was wondering what the jacket was in here" he puns and you smile as he steps closer pulling you into him. "you look cute starlight, you should wear my clothes more"

Papyrus:

It was a brisk autumn day and the air outside was cold enough to make goosebumps rise in your skin. You had only brought a jacket to the outing with your bonefriend and were regretting not bringing mittens or a hat or something of the like. Papyrus noticing how cold you were took off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, it's a large comfy scarf too. "HERE YOU ARE SWEET PEA DONT WANT YOU GETTING COLD." He thinks you look just perfect in his signature scarf and plans to make you one similar.

Underfell:

Red:

Red had taken his jacket off while working on your car and you being the grateful partner decided to give him a little show when he got back. Slipping on a pair of booty shorts you know he drools over you in and his jacket you pose on the couch and wait for him to come in. It takes a bit and you end up scrolling on your phone but his reaction is priceless. He drops he tool in his hand and his mouth is open in shock as he takes in sight of you. "fuck sweetheart you don't know what you do to me," he growls as he practically pounces on you.

Edge:

Edge had left his clothes on the bed while he hopped in the shower after a long day and you saw your opportunity to try on his prized cape. You chuckle and slip the thing around your neck before impersonating the loud skeleton. He of course finishes much quicker than you anticipated and can't even pretend to be mad when he sees you parading around pretending to be him in his cape. He knocks on the doorframe and smirks upon seeing you're shocked face. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING PET?" he questions a fire in his eyes as he steps closer to you and pulls you flush against him by his cape. He enjoys seeing you in his clothes as it's sort of a way for him to mark you as his. He also thinks you just look great in his clothes.

Underswap:

Blue:

You had stolen blues bandana and had decided to center your entire outfit around the little piece of cloth as a little surprise for him. You dressed up a little and put on the bandana before getting to work on breakfast. About ten minutes later a sleepy Blue exited the room half dressed and rubbing his eyes. "LOVE HAVE YOU SEEN MY— oh…" He takes in the sight of you before smirking. "ISN'T THIS A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES, DRESSED UP ALL FOR ME?" He waltzs over and kisses you while adjusting the bandana. He really enjoys the look and might ask to twin with you in the future.

Stretch:

Stretch had simply switched out what hoodie he had worn that day and you had snatched his signature orange one when you had the chance. "aww honey don't you look cute," He snaps a picture upon seeing you and chuckles as he sends it to Blue ranting about how cute his s/o is. He definetly leaves clothes out more often for you to find and wear. He might doodle you in his hoodie in his free time the image is stuck in his mind.

HorrorTale:

Axe:

He takes his jacket off occasionally and forgets where he puts it. Was actually coming to ask if you had seen it when he found you wear it, and lemme tell you it dwarfs you. Let's out a little "…oh" and his eyelights dilates to fill his whole socket as he stares at you for a few seconds. Thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen and occasionally will simply take his jacket off and dump it on you because he enjoys your smell on it.

Willow:

His scarf is pretty torn and he wears it mostly out of sentimentality when he does. He has a new one but this one just holds so many memories he can't get rid of it even if alot of those memories are bad. You slip it on after finding it one day poking around the house, he finds you wearing it and he doesn't really react. "Hello Dearest I See You've Found My Old Scarf," He ruffles your hair and tells you the story of how he first got the scarf. Gently folds it and puts it up when you're done wearing it. He's happy to let you wear his other clothes too and as he's a giant they're all pretty huge on you and he thinks that's cute.

[savi-our]

Mistletoe with the UT Skelebros (x Reader)

(Heya! I sorta missed all the X-mas hype by a few days but I wanted to post some fluff whilst we're still in that sweet sweet holiday limbo. Hope you guys enjoy! I might do the other skeletons too if requested :)

Sans

It had all been going smoothly up till now. I mean, as smoothly as having a bunch of alternate skeletons under a single roof on Gyftmas eve could go he supposed. 

Nothing set on fire - yet, nothing broken beyond repair - yet, no physical fights…. yet. Albeit he could see some of the more rowdier skeletons already losing their filter due to the excessive amounts of alcohol present, he knew would have to step in sooner or later to break up any potential arguments soon…

Man he was tired, hosting an event this big by request of his brother was taking a toll on his already exhausted state of mind. His one and only conciliation? You.

You had been flitting about the party, mingling and exchanging gifts as you went, trying to keep everyone safe and happy and Sans couldn't help but grin at the sight of you. It reminded him of why he had fallen so quickly and so hard in the first place.

You were a breath of fresh air, a peaceful moment in the ever present chaos of his life, could you really blame him for wanting more? More of you, more of those shared moments he had been lucky enough to steal with you?

He was getting ahead of himself, maybe it was the drinks talking. He should check the dining room again and see whether or not everyone was still playing nice there.

Just as he was about to do just that, the call of your voice stopped him in his tracks, he turned, noticing the small box in your hands and the slight flush of your cheeks.

“heh, what's up kid?”

Just as you were about to respond, your gaze had caught something, you had frozen in place, eyes widening at something… above him?

Mistletoe.

Oh man

He froze as well, already making up several reasons in his head why he should just play it off and go on his merry way before he did something to ruin his friendship with you before actually looking back down at you.

Man you were a sight for sore eyes.

…Could he maybe indulge? Just this once? Just this once he could forget about everything and just… enjoy the moment.

The abashed smile on your face told him you probably wouldn't mind and he wondered if he was really that lucky?

He leaned in, inexplicably drawn towards your warmth, and you did the same. He hesitated one last moment, but then he realized he probably wouldn't be able to live with himself if he chickened out now, and that had sealed the deal.

It was a small but soft peck on your lips, his eyes lidded as he watched your reaction, the blush on your face making his soul thrum. The loud cheers around the room seemed to have snapped you out of the moment and you flustered at being seen by so many, but he didn't, he couldn't, how in the world could he when all he could see was you?

Before you could run away in your embarrassment he leaned in again, almost too quick to catch, and he stole another kiss from your lips,- the feeling of the soft gasp of surprise coming from you and fanning over his teeth making his head spin and making him quickly take his leave. He hoped you would forgive him, he couldn't help himself, not with how brightly you looked at him with the holiday lights all around you.

Papyrus

Papyrus hummed in contentment, his bright eyes flying over the brightly decorated room in satisfaction as he placed an empty box down on the floor. His hands rested on his hips as he looked over his work.

It was perfect, he'd make sure to triple and quadruple check. A vision of Gyftmas cheer, holiday lights, candy canes, stockings and thistles neatly organized and placed around the room.

He wanted it to be perfect, no, it had to be! You were joining them this year after all, and Papyrus couldn't bear the thought of everything being less than superb.

He wondered if your expression would light up just like the gyftmas lights, if you would turn to him with that perfect smile on your lips and compliment him with that stunning look in your eye. The thought made his cheeks warm.

He was excited, so excited to spend the evening with you, he had big plans after all. 

His eyes turned suspicious, glancing this way and that for any sign of the others before quickly making his way through a practiced and mentally rehearsed route through the house.

Living room entryway? Check, Kitchen door? Check, Hallway exit? Check, Back door? Check.

…Hmm, maybe he should add some more, just to be safe.

He returned to the inconspicuous box laid neatly out of sight in the corner of the hallway and opened it, grabbing a few branches of the spindly green plant that he had taken the time to wrap in neat little red bows.

He had found the tradition a bit odd at first he admitted, but then he saw how delightfully charming it was in one of Mettaton's FULL VOLUME GYFTMAS SPECIALS, and he thought it had been a perfect chance to finally confess his feelings to you. It's been rather recent that his feelings of best friendship had morphed into something… more, something soft and exciting, something that made his soul thrum vividly every time he laid his eyes on you.

He had wondered if he was sick at first, it wouldn't be surprising considering the weather they'd been having, but after several hours of arduous researching online for the supposed cause he had come to a realization. He had looked through his bookshelf then, dusting off his older volume DATING MANUAL with a warbly grin.

He wanted to confess, wanted to see the look in your eyes when he did, he wondered how you'd respond, the thought made him a bit nervous. It had to be perfect.

As he placed the mistletoe branch on one of the other entryways in the house- deftly balancing on the small stepladder he had kept for purely such an occasion, he hadn't noticed the padded footsteps behind him.

It was all so sudden, a quick and cheery greeting, a startled yelp, a clattering thump, a rushed reflex to grab you and break your fall.

Papyrus stared down at you, his hands protective around you as both of you stared at each other in a moment of stupefied silence.

He snapped himself out of it, already rushing to apologize, to check you for injuries, to make sure you were safe, oh stars, he hadn't hurt you in the fall did he?

You started laughing and the sound knocked him out of his anxiety, it was such a pretty sound, he almost lost his train of thought. He stared at you once again, still leaning over you on the floor as you fell into a fit of giggles and he couldn't help but sigh dreamily. You were perfect.

It was then your eyes had turned to something over his shoulder, briefly widening and then turning towards him, a soft flush in your cheeks. He wondered what you were looking at, and just as he was about to turn, the warm touch of your hands on the sides of his skull made him freeze in place.

He couldn't resist it, the pull of your arms softly bringing your lips to his teeth, gaze soft and warm, the feeling made his spine prickle.

He had leaned in, enchanted by the feeling, enchanted by the sight of your warm affection, the feeling of your lips, the warmth of your slightly shaky breath.

It was perfect, even if his plan had failed even before it could begin,- but then how could it not be, when you were the one he had fallen for. Quite literally in fact.

[sunny-knight]

Take my newest addition to my “A Neutral Ending” series!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65657554

If you’ve got an ending you’d like to see pretty please request it, this is just a fun little thing Im using as an excuse to get better at writing!

[twentydaysofdrabbles]

Imagine Papyrus being completely lost in this budding relationship with you. Romance is dead but chivalry isn't, as he likes to say. As a monster who had no interest in a romantic or sexual partner before you, he never had to learn how to date.

So how does one go about wooing a date mate?

Well, he starts with the smallest of things. Warming your compression gloves for you before bed. Setting your room to a comfortable temperature so you're neither too cold nor too warm. Pressing your clothes for you so they're extra neat when you put them on next.

Then, he goes a little further. An extra cup of coffee for you when he makes his own. Perfectly cooked and carefully packaged meals left in the fridge for when you get home late after work. Sneaking into the Hotel's break room to put your lunch in there if you've forgotten to take it with you.

Papyrus cannot be said to be a subtle man - look at him! The Great and Terrible Papyrus, loud in voice and personality, subtle?

Perhaps it would surprise you then to know he is very quiet in his affections for you. It's the little things that count. And it's certainly not because he had to research how to properly romance one's datemate, and definitely not because he knows he'd make a fool of himself with grand overtures of romance.

No. As it turns out, Papyrus is as softly loving as his brother when it comes to you. Behind closed doors (or in an abandoned alley, for Sans), he is your loyal, doting monster. And he will do anything for you.

[imtrashraccoon]

*cough* don’t imagine papyrus x reader please *cough*

Congrats on 200 btw! 🎈🎉📣

I ended up taking a few days off from these requests since I had run out of ideas but I'm back! Thank you! ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

Don't imagine playing a few matches of your favourite online multiplayer game to wind down after work when you're matched with an interesting player. How he seems to have his microphone a bit too loud and how excited he is about mundane features in the game. How you can't help but cringe when he makes a joke that falls flat. How your other squadmates make a few snarky comments that he seems to ignore.

Don't imagine how he sounds a little unsure of himself when the match starts. How you feel a little bad since it's obvious that he's rather new to this game. How you finally turn on your own mic and give him a few suggestions. How you can practically hear the relief in his tone to hear a friendly voice.

Don't imagine hearing the utter surprise of your squadmates when he manages to take out half the enemy team on his own. How they compliment him and how ecstatic he sounds as he celebrates his accomplishment. How you feel so proud of him and how your squad wins thanks to his contributions.

Don't imagine sending him a friend request afterwards or how quick he is to accept. How you start playing together regularly and how his skill improves with each session. How you start to consider him as more than just a gaming buddy but a friend.

Don't imagine the day you ask if he'd like to try communicating outside of the game and how readily he agrees. How he sends you a friend request immediately after your gaming session ends. How you briefly wonder if this is a good idea before banishing that anxiety into the deepest corners of your mind.

Don't imagine messaging back and forth for hours on end. How on more than one occasion you end up laughing so hard that you can't breathe from something silly that he sent you. How you look forward to checking his timeline everyday just to see what he's up to. How you almost worry that your own life is boring by comparison.

Don't imagine the day you're carrying on a conversation with him when you suddenly realize that something's not right. How his punctuation and capitalization are non-existent. How he's frequently using abbreviations and typing in a much less formal way than he always does. How you quickly sus out that somebody has "borrowed" his phone and call them on it. How they fall silent for a suspicious amount of time before your friend abruptly calls you. How you can't help but laugh at his indignation as he explains that his brother stole his phone.

Don't imagine how you end up becoming friends with his brother too. How you both cook up a plan to surprise your friend. How you pretend that nothing is going on at all to his face and constantly lament that you live so far away.

Don't imagine making the journey across the country to meet your friend for the first time. How his brother picks you up from the airport and you have to force yourself to stay calm. Definitely don't imagine the shock and then pure unadulterated joy on his face when you arrive at their house. How he scoops you up and gives you a great big hug. How he nearly spins you around before apologizing for getting carried away. How you assure him that you really don't mind.

First, Previous, & Next Request

[osleeplessflowero]

Okay! I may have forgotten but I don't think you've done Underfell Papyrus yet? I'm curious how you would interpret him as a lot of people seem to make him very one note.

Could you do a First Impressions thing? Can the Reader be female as well? Up to you if this takes place on the surface or if Reader fell into the Underground. (Bonus points if you feel like including or just referencing Doomfanger!)

i have written him briefly before, but i am more than happy to write edge content again!! i love him dearly <3 thank you for your request! 🌸

🛍️First Meeting🖤

It's a warm, sunny morning. Barely any clouds are visible in the sky as a car comes to a stop, finding the perfect spot in a mall's parking lot. The moment the car stops, a child opens one of the back doors, sliding out and holding out their arms so a cat can jump into them. A skeleton closes the door beside the driver's seat, pushing up sharp shades over his eyesockets.

"Alright, Human, Listen To Me Carefully." He kneels down to be at eye level with the child. The two had gotten much closer when the monsters had finally surfaced two years ago, Frisk having found themself spending a lot more time with the skeleton brothers they'd grown fond of.

"This Is A Large Place Full Of Unfamiliar Figures. We Are Here To Pick Out Furniture That Doomfanger Herself Prefers, So I Am Tasking You With Keeping A Close Eye On Her. You Know Well How She Likes To Run Off, So I Am Entrusting You With Watching Over Her. Can You Do That?"

They nod eagerly, holding the fluffy cat in their arms happily.

"Very Good. Now, Let Us Head Inside, Hmm?" He smiles, standing back up and beginning to walk, Frisk following close by. "Do Not Walk Through Here Without Being Careful. There Are Lunatics Out Here." He narrows his hidden eyesockets and leans his hand down so they can hold it to ensure their safety, Frisk shifting Doomfanger to their other arm as they do.

"I'd Have Asked My Bonehead Brother To Watch Her, But..Well..He Worked Hard Yesterday. I'll Let Him Rest For Today. He Needs It, This Time." He holds the door open for them, letting them walk in first before following close behind.

They sign something to him, making him let out a cackle.

After a few minutes, they manage to find the store they're looking for. The skeleton carefully takes Doomfanger from Frisk's arms, holding her up to one of the taller shelves.

"Alright, Which Of These Do You Prefer, Little Miss?" He waits patiently until the cat baps one of the various beds that she likes best, nodding in agreement and putting it in a shopping cart.

Frisk gestures a silent chuckle, looking over some cutesy cat sticker sheets nearby. They look from left to right before taking a sheet out of their backpack, slapping a heart sticker on one of the shelves before rejoining him.

"Hold Her For A Moment, I Believe I Saw The Collars Over There..I Will Be Right Back. Stay Put."

They nod in agreement, a determined look on their face as they hold the cat that's currently trying to escape their hold. Once he's walked off, they shift their focus to some squeaky toys with funny jokes written on them, ones they think Sans would appreciate if he were present. They take out their phone and send some pictures to him for later, including one of them holding Doomfanger and making a silly face.

While temporarily distracted, the cat takes this opportunity to leap out of their hold, resulting in an almost silent gasp as they run to chase her down.

"Alright, I've Found An Exa- OH MY STARS WHERE DID MY CHILD GO-" He looks around hurriedly before seeing their silhouette running out of the store, sitting the cart aside and running after them.

The child darts across the hall, chasing after the cat that's rapidly speeding away into a clothing store. They look around worriedly once they lose sight of her, scanning the aisles before spotting her nuzzling against someone's leg.

You kneel down to pet the random, cute cat. "Oh my goodness, you're so soft! Your owner must be worried sick about you."

Frisk runs over, catching their breath.

"Oh, hello, is this cat yours sweetheart?" You ask, holding her in your arms.

They nod quickly, holding out their arms as you place her back in them.

"I'm guessing she ran away from you?"

Another nod.

"Well, it's a good thing she's in safe hands now." You smile. They feel a little more reassured, but then start to panic. They ran off, and they don't know this mall that well! What if they can't find Papyrus? What if they're lost?

Tears prick at the corners of their eyes as you hurry over to them, kneeling to be at eye level.

"What's wrong, dear?" You frown, reaching up to wipe their tears away.

They quickly sign: 'I'm lost, I need to find my guardian, I ran away from him trying to catch her. I don't remember the way back.'

"Oh.." You look around. "What store was he in? I can show you where it is."

They perk up at that. 'It was a pet store. It had a lot of stickers.'

"I think I know which one you're talking about! Yeah..I can show you the way. Would you like to hold my hand? You can stay with me until we find him. I wouldn't trust anybody else around here." You narrow your eyes, holding your hand out. They take it gratefully, following close behind as you lead the way back to the store. You're about halfway there when you see a tall figure running towards you, coming to a stop when he sees Frisk at your side.

"Oh, Thank The Stars, You're Alright-" He lets out a sigh of relief, kneeling as they rush over. "Don't Run Off Where I Can't See You! It..Worries Me."

Tears prick at the corners of their eyes again as they hold Doomfanger close. 'I'm sorry. She ran away.'

He lets out a quiet sigh, reaching up to wipe their tears away with his gloved hands. "I'm Not Angry At You. Just Please Be More Careful, Next Time."

They nod, reaching their arms up. He picks them up with relative ease, now turning to you. You smile once you're acknowledged, the same expression having been on your face the entire time.

"..I..Thank You For Taking Care Of Them, Miss. If Something Had Happened To Them, I Do Not Know What I Might Have Done."

"Oh, of course. I'd hate for something to have happened.. it's a good thing they found me and not somebody with more sinister intentions. I'm glad they're safe with someone they trust now." You hold your hands together in front of yourself.

"Yes..Precisely." He clears his throat. "I Would Like To Somehow Compensate You As Thanks For Watching Over Them. Anything You Need."

"Oh, I couldn't possibly-"

"I Insist."

You think for a moment. "..How about..we go get coffee together? There's a place for it just a bit away from here. We can get something for them, too."

"Hmm. This Will Suffice. Does That Sound Good To You?" He turns to Frisk, who nods excitedly in response. "Very Well, I Will Return To Make My Purchases And..Meet You Back Here?"

"Sounds good to me. Ah, I forgot to introduce myself- my name's.." You properly introduce yourself to the skeleton.

"I Am Papyrus, The Great Papyrus. It's Been A Pleasure To Meet You, Miss." He grins, a sharp-toothed smile.

Soon after the both of you get your shopping done and move your things to your respective vehicles, you go to get coffee together (and a sweet drink for Frisk). You've found that he is very specific with his coffee tastes, something you can understand. He's quite witty, despite his intimidating appearance. And from what you can tell, he's..pretty good with kids, too.

Papyrus was..a bit wary of you at first, but still appreciative that you took care of Frisk when he could not. He makes a mental note to watch over them better, to ensure this sort of thing doesn't happen again. Your kindness truly shines through, a warm atmosphere surrounding you right off the bat. By the end of the interaction, he grows to respect you.

"This was really fun, it was super nice meeting you both." You smile as you walk beside the two, looking between them.

Frisk gives him a nudge. "..Likewise, Your Company Was Pleasant."

"Maybe we'll see each other again sometime. That could be fun."

Frisk grins, perking up and walking over. You kneel to be at eye level as they hand you some stickers, a sign that they like you.

"How cute- thank you."

They smile as you pat their head, walking back over to their skeleton guardian.

"It Is Getting Rather Late, I'm Afraid We Must Bid You Farewell, Miss."

"Maybe I'll see you both around." You smile, waving at Frisk as the two walk out. You begin to walk out as well, halting when you feel something fall out of your pocket, picking it up and raising a brow at it.

Frisk has a bit of a skip to their step, leading Papyrus to where he had parked previously, him being a little surprised that they remember.

Once they get in the car, he looks at them via the mirror. "What Are You So Excited About, Hmm?"

They sign where he can see with a smug grin. 'I gave her your number.'

"You SLIPPERY SNAKE! I Must Admire Your Stealth Skills.."

They gesture silent laughter, petting Doomfanger, who lies comfortably in their lap as they begin the drive back home.

[quichein-me-softly]

reminisce w/ sans and papyrus

(Plot: Each night, Sans tucks Papyrus into bed and tells him a bedtime story. But tonight, Papyrus asks for something different—a story about you, Sans’ late lover and the group’s best friend, who passed away from old age. As Sans recounts heartfelt memories, the brothers reflect on the love and friendship they shared with you, cherishing those moments that still linger. — TW: death from old age)

(author's note: still technically a sans x reader buckle up, it's the bittersweet kind of angst)

Papyrus’ bedroom was as vibrant and full of energy as he was, bright red curtains framing the window and his collection of action figures proudly displayed on shelves. His bedspread, a bold, heroic blue with star patterns, was tucked neatly, and his beloved plushies were arranged at the foot of the bed. Despite the playful atmosphere of the room, tonight felt different—quieter.

Sans stood beside Papyrus’ bed, his hands resting deep in his hoodie pockets, watching as his brother settled in for the night. The routine was familiar: Papyrus would climb under the covers, adjusting his pillow just so, and Sans would sit at the edge of the bed, ready to offer a bedtime story. But tonight, as Papyrus tucked himself in, something lingered in the air between them, a heaviness neither of them could ignore.

Papyrus looked up at Sans, his usually bright eyes a little softer, more contemplative. "SANS..." he began, his voice gentler than usual, a stark contrast to his typical booming enthusiasm. "DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TELL ME A STORY? ABOUT... HER."

Sans froze for a moment, the question hanging in the air. Papyrus reached up, clutching his blanket just a little tighter, as if it could bring comfort. "I MISS MY BEST FRIEND."

The words hit Sans harder than he expected. He glanced down, the edges of his usual grin softening as he exhaled quietly. The small lamp on Papyrus' nightstand cast a warm, dim glow across the room, making it feel almost like a bubble, a space where nothing from the outside world could touch them.

"yeah, bro," Sans said, his voice low but steady, "i miss her too."

Papyrus shifted in the bed, the quiet between them lingering. He always trusted Sans to know what to say, to find the right words even when things felt uncertain. But tonight, it seemed even Sans was grasping for the right way to start. Still, he sat down at the edge of the bed like always.

The springs giving a soft creak under his weight. He leaned back, resting his elbow on his knee, and glanced over at Papyrus. The soft glow of the lamp highlighted the quiet vulnerability in Papyrus' expression. Sans felt a twinge in his chest, but he kept his tone light, like always.

"what kind of story ya want?" he asked, his voice soft, carrying the familiar warmth he used when he was trying to keep things easy, even when they weren't.

Papyrus adjusted his pillow, pulling the blanket up snug around his chest. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, lost in thought, before turning his gaze back to Sans. His voice was quieter than usual, full of that same innocent sincerity he always carried, but tinged with a longing that Sans knew all too well.

"SOMETHING... HAPPY," he said after a moment, his voice carrying a note of hope. "SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE SHE’S STILL HERE... EVEN IF JUST FOR A MOMENT."

Sans felt his chest tighten at that, but he didn’t let it show. He was good at that—keeping things locked away. He gave a slow nod, keeping his gaze steady on Papyrus. "yeah... i can do that." His voice was soft, but there was a promise in it. "got plenty of those."

Papyrus smiled, a small but genuine one, as he settled further into the bed. "GOOD. SHE ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH, SANS. JUST LIKE YOU DO." His eyes closed, his expression peaceful but expectant, waiting for his brother to begin.

Sans looked at him for a long moment, his grin fading slightly as he let the silence linger, gathering his thoughts. He missed you too—more than he let on. But tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight was about remembering you the way you'd want them to: with smiles and laughter.

"alright," he finally said. "i think i got just the one..."

Sans closed his eyes too, letting the memory take shape, the edges of it coming into focus like a picture being pulled from a fog.

“there was this one time,” Sans began, his voice settling into that comfortable rhythm he always used when telling stories, “when she decided she wanted to learn how to bake. she had seen one of those cooking shows—y’know, the ones that make it look way easier than it actually is.”

Papyrus made a quiet sound of recognition, as if he already knew where the story was going. "I REMEMBER THAT!" he murmured softly.

Sans chuckled, a fondness in his tone. “yeah, you were there for part of it, bro. she started out all confident, had a cookbook open and everything. flour everywhere, counters a mess... she insisted it was ‘part of the process,’ even when there were more ingredients on the floor than in the bowl.”

The memory unfolded before him, clear and vivid.

The kitchen had been filled with the smell of butter and sugar. You stood in the middle of the kitchen, the cookbook propped open on the counter, your eyes scanning the recipe like you were deciphering an ancient code. You had this determined look on your face, lips pressed into a firm line as you measured flour and sugar, both already scattered like snow across the counters.

The thought of it made him smile even now.

"this is gonna be amazing," you had declared, giving Sans a quick glance as if you needed to convince yourself as much as him. Sans just leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, watching with that easy smile of his. "sure, looks like you got it all under control." You had nodded, though the kitchen looked like it had been hit by a small hurricane of baking supplies. Measuring cups clattered, and the mixer whirred as you added ingredients with more enthusiasm than precision. There was a streak of flour on your cheek, but you didn’t notice.

“she had flour in places i didn’t even know flour could get,” Sans added, his voice full of amusement.

Papyrus chuckled lightly from under the covers, his eyes still closed. "SHE NEVER WAS VERY GOOD AT COOKING, WAS SHE?"

Sans grinned faintly, shaking his head. "nah, not at all. but she had heart, that’s for sure. kept sayin’ she’d get it right if we gave her some time."

Time. The bitter irony clung to him like a relentless shadow.

“At one point, she handed me this... uh, spoon—i think?" Sans paused, the details blurred as a sense of dread settled deep in his bones. He was forgetting.

He clenched his fists tight, as if somehow that could hold the memories in place, hold you in place. It was all he had left of you—fragile, fleeting, and fading. Still, he continued.

"told me to stir the batter while she cracked the eggs. problem was, she missed the bowl—dropped one right on the counter.”

You handed Sans a wooden spoon and gestured toward the bowl with a flourish. "Okay, stir this while I get the eggs," you said confidently. He took the spoon, giving the batter a half-hearted stir while watching you carefully crack an egg. Well, almost carefully. The egg slipped from your fingers and cracked open on the counter, the yolk oozing across the surface. “you, uh, missed the bowl,” Sans commented with a grin. You had just shrugged, wiping your hands on your already flour-coated apron. "That’s fine. It's part of the process, right?" you said, a smile creeping over your features. Sans didn’t say anything, just watched as you cracked another egg—this time managing to get it in the bowl. You were nothing if not persistent, and he admired that.

“the kitchen was basically a war zone by the time she was done," Sans said, the memory clear in his mind. "but she didn’t care. she just laughed about it."

Papyrus opened his eyes slightly, smiling at the thought. "AND SHE STILL INSISTED THAT IT WOULD TURN OUT GREAT. SHE ALWAYS DID THAT."

The memory played on like a movie in Sans' mind. He could still see you, standing in front of the stove with this fierce determination, your hair slightly messy from concentrating so hard. You looked so beautiful.

Eventually, after much trial and error, the cookies were finally in the oven. You stood in front of the stove, hands on your hips, a look of proud accomplishment on your face, even though the counters were still a disaster and the mixing bowl looked like it had seen better days. "These are going to be amazing," you declared confidently, look like you hadn't a care in the world. Sans had just leaned back, arms crossed, watching you with that same lazy grin. "we’ll see."

“she finally pulled out the tray of cookies, right?” Sans continued, his grin widening a little. “they were... well, let’s just say they weren’t the most edible things in the world. hard as rocks. you probably could’ve used ‘em to build a house.”

Papyrus giggled softly. "I REMEMBER BITING INTO ONE! I THOUGHT I HAD CRACKED A TOOTH!"

When the timer finally dinged, you pulled the tray from the oven with an excited grin. "Behold!" you said, holding it up for Sans and Papyrus to see. Sans had squinted at the cookies. They were not exactly what you’d hoped for. The cookies were solid lumps, misshapen and blackened at the edges, but you still beamed like you’d created a masterpiece. "well," Sans had said, "they sure look... unique." Papyrus, full of his usual optimism, had grabbed one immediately, not one to be deterred by appearances. He took a big bite, his enthusiasm quickly faltering as he chewed—his face scrunching up in a way that even he couldn’t hide.

"SHE NEVER STOPPED SMILING, EVEN AFTER WE TRIED THEM," Papyrus said, giggling softly at the memory.

Sans laughed quietly, the sound more genuine now. “yeah, she just laughed and said they’d make great paperweights.’"

If Sans concentrated, he could hear you—laughing along with the both of them as if the whole thing had been an adventure instead of a culinary disaster. You never let it bother you, the mistakes, the mess. You just rolled with it, making light of everything as you went. That was how you were. Even when things didn’t go the way you planned, you made it fun.

“even though the cookies were rock solid, it didn’t matter,” Sans said softly, his grin softening as the memory settled in. "she had this way of making everythin’ feel easier. like it didn’t matter if you messed up ‘cause it was still fun."

Papyrus shifted under the covers, a quiet smile on his face. "I MISS HER, SANS... SHE REALLY WAS THE BEST."

Sans nodded, his own voice low, filled with warmth and a little sadness. "yeah, bro. she really was."

As Sans sat there, basking in the silence, his mind lingered on more than just the humor of the baking disaster. Beneath the surface of his storytelling, there was a deeper ache he didn’t show. That smile you always wore, the way you found joy in the smallest things—it stuck with him. It haunted him in moments like this, when the night was quiet, and Papyrus was listening intently, hanging on his every word.

Sans had always admired that about you, even though he’d never said it out loud. How you made even the most mundane moments feel meaningful, like the universe wasn’t so heavy after all. It wasn’t just the baking. It was the stargazing, the late-night talks, the way you understood him without asking too many questions. You just got him.

And now, with you gone, he found himself wondering if anyone else would ever understand him like that again.

The memory of your last moments was sharper, harder to shake.

It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where the sun hung low in the sky, casting warm, golden light through the windows of your small home. Sans sat beside your bed, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, shoulders hunched a little more than usual. He'd been there for hours, barely moving, just watching you. He didn’t say much. Didn’t need to. The usual banter, the jokes he was known for, all felt… insignificant. They couldn't reach you now, not where you were heading.

You had grown weak—more delicate, but never losing that spark in your eyes. You kept that warmth, that sense of humor that made the world feel okay, right until the end.

But even that couldn’t stop the inevitable. You were human, after all, and humans didn’t live as long as monsters.

Sans knew that.

You were lying beneath the covers, your breaths coming slower than they had just days before. Your body had grown frail over the years, a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively person he’d known for so long. Yet, despite everything, your eyes still had that twinkle—soft but bright, as if you were still in on a joke no one else knew. You smiled at him, even now, with so little strength left in your body. You were always like that. Unshakable. “hey,” Sans muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "how ya doin’?"

He could recall the way you’d held his hand, squeezing it weakly as your breath grew shallow, your eyes still filled with that same quiet strength you always had. And Sans just sat there, trying to keep it together, trying to make one last joke to ease the tension.

You gave a quiet chuckle, though it was weaker than the laughs he remembered. “I’ve had better days,” you replied softly, squeezing his hand as best you could. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep him anchored in the moment. He chuckled too, though it was more of a breath than anything. “heh… yeah, i bet. guess i’m not exactly helpin’ either. just sittin’ here… not even cracking a good one-liner. shame on me, huh?” You smiled again, that soft, knowing smile that never failed to pull him back from the edge. Even now, when you were slipping away, you were still trying to make him feel better. That’s how you’d always been. Always more worried about others than yourself. “I think… you’ve earned a break from the jokes,” you whispered, your eyes half-lidded but still focused on him. "Besides… I’ve heard all your best ones by now."

But the words stuck in his throat.

Sans gave a small shrug, even as his throat tightened. "yeah, guess that’s fair." He didn’t know what else to say. He’d always been good with words, always knew how to spin a situation into something lighter. But now? Now there was nothing to say. Your breath hitched, and Sans’s grip on your hand tightened instinctively. He didn’t want to admit what was happening, didn’t want to face the reality of the situation. You’d been a part of his life for so long—made it feel less lonely, less pointless. He wasn’t ready to let go, not yet. “you don’t gotta… do this, y’know?” Sans murmured, his voice barely audible. "you could just… hang on a little longer. for me." Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment before slowly reopening, your gaze softening even more. “Sans… it’s okay. I’m tired,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath now. "But I’m glad you’re here." He looked down at his hand gripping yours, feeling the fragility of your bones beneath his fingers. The world around him felt like it was closing in, shrinking until it was just the two of you in that small, sunlit room. You looked beautiful, even then. He could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, each second reminding him that time was running out. You took a slow, shuddering breath, and for a moment, Sans thought about all the times you’d sat with him in silence, watching the stars, or those late nights when you’d laugh at his stupid puns, or that one time you tried baking with him and Papyrus, filling the kitchen with the smell of burnt cookies. It all came flooding back, memories layered on top of each other, but none of them seemed enough to stop what was happening now.

He felt so helpless, watching you slip away, knowing there was nothing he could do. Nothing but sit by your side, holding on, even when you were already gone.

When the last breath left your lips, a silence had settled over him like a heavy blanket. He felt hollow, like part of him had vanished with you. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to keep going.

Your grip on his hand loosened, and he felt the change immediately. “Thank you, Sans,” you whispered, your voice so faint it was almost lost to the air. And just like that, you were gone. He could’ve dusted away right there. The room felt too quiet, too still. The sun still streamed in through the windows, casting that warm light across your face, but you weren’t there to see it. Sans sat there, staring at your hand for what felt like an eternity, his heart pounding in his chest, but his body numb. He wanted to move, to do something—anything—but he couldn’t. All he could do was sit there, trying to process the fact that you were gone. Just like that.

Papyrus had been there, of course. His brother, ever the optimist, had been the one to pull him through, motivating him to smile through the pain. Papyrus was the sole reason Sans was still here, constantly pushing him to become the best version of himself. For you.

Papyrus found him an hour later, still sitting in the same spot, eyes hollow and distant. His brother had gently touched his shoulder, encouraging him to stand, to keep moving, to keep living. But Sans had never really left that room, not fully. A part of him had stayed there with you.

Sans wasn’t the same since. And in the quiet of his own thoughts, he had made a promise: he wasn’t going to let anyone else in like that again. Not after losing you.

He shook the thought away before it could settle too deep. He couldn’t let it get to him, not now. Papyrus needed him, needed these stories to remember you by, and Sans wouldn’t let his own grief show. That was his thing, wasn’t it?

But inside, he missed you more than he could ever say out loud. More than he let anyone know—not even Papyrus.

And even though he hates making them, he kept his promise. He wouldn’t let himself fall in love again. Not after you.

You were everything.

"goodnight, paps."

[mothiepixie]

Thinks of unrequited love scenarios because my brain wants pain:

Motti has been aware for some time now that she has feelings for Sans, but does not want to ruin their dynamic in case he doesn't feel the same. However, Papyrus knows how Motti feels about his brother and has been building up Motti's courage to confess to Sans.

Motti is apprehensive. She's fine living within her fantasy and tells Papyrus so. But Papyrus being the ever supportive best friend says that great things can happen if she just tried.

Motti relents, deciding that to at least tell Papyrus she'll be more incline to confess if she knew he reciprocated her feelings.

And so, Papyrus starts inviting Motti to his house more frequently in the hopes that Motti and Sans' relationship could naturally develop.

As Papyrus rambles on happily, Motti makes a mental note to try not to get her hopes up.

---

Months go by where Motti has frequent the bone brother's home and in that time, Motti has noted that Sans and her have gotten closer.

However, Sans is quite good at not letting anyone know about him more than he wants you to know. So Motti is uncertain that Sans feels the same way about her. But Papyrus seems very confident and so Motti often has to think to herself that Papyrus would know his own brother the best.

On this particular day, Motti was driving over to the brother's home and was given her own key to come and go whenever she pleases.

Motti pulls up and makes her way inside, and notes that Papyrus and Sans were in their kitchen. Making her way there, she over hears them talking, neither of them aware of her presence yet.

"So Sans!! Anyone in particular that has swayed your metaphorical heart?"

"eh, not really."

Motti stopped in her tracks.

"R-really?? Not one singular person?" The shock in Papyrus voice prevalent.

"it's not really a big concern for me. but maybe toriel? heh, she's always got the best retorts."

The silence was almost deafening before Papyrus spoke again, "I must say- I thought you would have said Motti."

"yeah? she's like a sister tho."

Papyrus uncharacteristically went silent again, but Motti didnt want to stick around to ponder his expression.

She turns around and walks out of the house without a sound.

Before she starts the car, she texts pap "Hey, something came up and I won't make it."

She stops coming over frequently after that.

[septic-skele]

Whumptober Day 15: Childhood Trauma

No other way.

He swore he would do anything to protect Papyrus. He was still alive because that dog wasn’t. Red killed it.

Not it. Him. A living being. A living monster who tried to kill them.

The shards of bone were just a panicked reflex. He hadn’t even fired them; the dog leapt without looking. That yelp of shock, that sickly crunch of impact…

The last light to leave his eyes was rage. Dusted by a twelve-year-old. Imagine that.

Slumped on the ground with Papyrus clinging to his arm, Red choked on nonsensical, wretched laughter until he threw up.

[urva4lentinee]

Drabble thingy wingy ingy I wrote before work

Swapfell Papyrus is called Mutt here

Tws: none I can think of :))

Waving off the last customer before closing you smile when they finally turn and leave, exhaling the pent up tension from the work you lean on the counter and close your eyes.

It was peaceful. It wasn't a busy day but you weren't well adjusted to talking to people yet. Tiring work but it had you productive so you didn't mind. You sit up, putting on a strained smile when you hear the bell on the door jingling - a customer coming in right before closing. Looking towards the door you immediately dropped your friendly employee smile and frowned.

He was a jackass and a bit of a handful with his teasing attitude and lazy snarky comments but you both considered each other friends.

"Heya there, thought you.. ya know.. are supposed to ***work*** here. Not lean 'gainst the counter and look so glum" Your friend, Mutt, drawled with a lazy grin. He had a thing for getting on people's nerves. And he especially enjoyed getting on yours. For whatever reason.

"Hi to you too Mutt. I do work, I just finished my chores early, now what do you want?" You sighed, placing your elbows against the counter and lean your head in the cupped palms. Looking at him with a soft glare.

"Is the 'finished chores' in the room with us right now?" He shot back, tipping a cup on the counter off, luckily it was empty but you reached up and flicked it to roll and hit him.

"Well, anyways, got bored and wanted ta' come say hi" He continued - picking lazily at his sharp teeth with his pinky, looking around the store.

"Bored? Of sitting and dozing off at your station? Wow your work must be really difficult.." Rolling your eyes at him he laughed at what you assumed was your annoyed response. Despite the low chuckling you added :

"You know you just wanted to come bother me. Bitch."

Maybe it wasn't mature of you but you felt like he needed to know what he was being. Besides it was almost closing time and he was your friend, you know he wouldn't get offended and yell about wanting to talk to your higher ups.

"Awe, caught me. While that is true.. M'lord came by and ordered me to drop this off for ya." Mutt reached into his baggy pant pocket and pulled out a small brown bag that was folded at the top but had wrinkles, showing that someone was rough with it - probably both him and his brother.

When he dropped the bag on the counter he leaned back on it and you reached for it before stopping and giving him a quizzical stare. Asking him silently what was in it.

"Wha? I dun' know what's inside. Probably leftovers if I had to guess." Shrugging at you he tapped the bag and pushed it closer with his index finger.

Accepting that answer you push the folded top up and open, seeing a purple sticky note on top of a container. He was right, it was leftovers. Opening the bag up further to try and read the note, the store's florescent lights shined a little into the bag allowing you to see what his brother wrote.

"Make sure to eat it all." With a very angry frowny face next to it. His brother was nice, to you at least. You only met him a few times he seemed to warm up to you being his brother's friend quickly. Apparently the rest of Mutt's acquaintances were all weirdos who - and in his words - "didn't have anything going for them in their sad, miserable lives.". He was definitely mean and a hard ass sometimes but meant well.

Mutt admitted a while back to telling his brother about your eating habits and something about him being upset. So he started forcing leftovers into bags and giving you them occasionally. He typically delivered them himself but he was a busy man.

He wasn't the greatest cook but his pasta dishes were actually super well done. And it's not like you can complain about how food tastes when all you eat is greasy junk food. Which his brother has been very vocal about disapproving of - but the gesture made you smile warmly it felt nice to have someone care about you in such a way that they'd send you food.

You look back up to Mutt after getting lost in your thoughts, taking notice of his fox like eyes and wide chesire grin. He looked like that often.

"Thanks. Tell your brother I said thank you to him too."

The taller skeleton sighed dramatically and groaned quietly to himself before nodding. "Yeah yeah, I'd tell em that anyway. He'd get on my ass about your manners if ya didn't say thank you."

Softly laughing at that you turned and opened the door to behind the counter and moved to give him a hug. You know he likes hugging people, said he enjoys the warmth more once or twice before. So you made sure to at least get him some jackets and the hot hand things.

You felt him pause and hesitate before chuckling lowly again and reaching down to wrap around you too.

"You'll let me come into tha' kitchen and eat sum of that food right? M'lord's culinary is killing me, bein' his gennie pig."

Patting his back and punching softly in the shoulder you sighed and moved back to the door, holding it open for him as he quickly grinned and slinked right past you. Making a b-line for the back to steal food as you followed behind him, making sure to grab your gifted dinner for the night.

Thanks for reading it you did :)) feel free to request or add onto what you thought of the post!

[yuckydraws]

When The Past Comes Knocking

Characters: Swapfell! Sans, Swapfell! Papyrus, Mentioned OC

Word Count: 2590

(CW: addiction and it's effects, suicide, death, overdose, disordered eating, hate crime mentions, violence)

Sans sighs as he starts the dishwasher, leaning against the counter-island. The sound of bone rubbing together as he circles his right thumb around the tip of his middle and pointer finger (a nervous tick he’s never been able to shake) and the hum of the hot water filling said dishwasher is the only sound that fills the kitchen.

It’s much too quiet with Papyrus gone.

He’d have walked into some sort of prank by now, or would be stuck in a banter loop with no way out but to quite literally physically remove himself from the situation - and as annoyed as he used to get with his little brother, he’d give anything to have him resting his head at the bar of the kitchen sighing as though he was the one who worked so hard to get dinner ready.

Well. Almost anything.

It’s for the better that he’s gone, Sans drills into his skull. He couldn’t put up with the sneaking around, deceit, and aggression that Papyrus and his fiance’s addiction brought into the home.

He was supposed to have gotten better. When the barrier was broken - a miracle, truly - Sans finally gained a glimmer of hope. Perhaps his brother would finally ditch the pills. The moment monsters were given access to basic care, he all but begged him to go to rehab. Making it to the surface would’ve meant nothing if he was still having to worry for Papyrus’ life on a daily basis. He wouldn’t do it.

He couldn’t do it.

Sans was granted another miracle that day, because Papyrus agreed. And, for a few years, things were good. He got a steady job, fell into about as good of a routine as he could, and even fell in love with someone. Sans was able to focus on his own damn life for the first time in a long time. He helped Alphys form a recognized division of the Royal Guard on the surface, giving monsters somewhere to go when the human police force does little for them. He went out, made new connections and, dare he say, made new friends. A reality that seemed so far away when he was babysitting Papyrus as he vomited the night’s bad decisions away, or when he’d clean up his brother’s wounds after some tussle he got into during a bender, or when he’d have to break up said tussle before they killed each other.

He had a life outside of Papyrus.

Of course, his brother still lived with him, and his fiance eventually did too. They were a family, through and through. Family dinner was very much a staple, and they were all happy, for the most part. When they all happened to be home, the topic of conversation often found its way to the wedding. 

The wedding. Sans scoffs. Yeah that feels like a lifetime ago.

His fiance was a good person. Marina, was her name. A water elemental who kept her head down underground, amidst the chaos and disorder that was all around them. She worked the farms, which were typically unanimously untouched given that people didn’t exactly want to starve on top of everything else. They were usually guarded as well.

She was quiet, but charming - and her loyalty knew no bounds. She was good for Papyrus. Kept his head on straight, gave him a consistent reason to stay on track, and even convinced his lazy, cheap-ass to cough up the money and effort for a wedding. A wedding. Monsters don’t even have those, but Marina always wanted one, and she was going to get one.

Sans really liked Marina.

But when Marina’s mother passed, her only living family left, something changed. The house was quieter. She was quieter. They both tried to support her in any way they could, and after a few months, all seemed well and good. Seemed, anyway. That’s when it started up again. The sneaking around, gone at odd hours, fluctuations in magic weight, mood swings…

But this time it was Marina. 

By the time he noticed, it was too little too late. His brother was dragged back down to the lowest point in his life alongside her. Both refused help. Both insisted that they could stop whenever. That it’s just a little bit. Just enough to forget everything for a while.

He kicked them out. It was the hardest decision of his life, but he wouldn’t stick around this time. He wouldn’t be an enabler. He would, in no way have any contact with Papyrus or Marina unless they came to him ready for help, and committed to putting the work in to get better.

He has a life outside of Papyrus. His life will not come to a pause just because Papyrus’ did. Not again. Some might call him selfish, there’s days he thinks it, too, but his brother made his choice. And Sans has made his.

He drags his hand down his face, pausing to cover his mouth as he recalls the paperwork he was going to finish tonight. For the 4th Surface-Day anniversary. Crime rates against monsters always peaked around now.

Hopefully Papyrus is being safe in that regard, at least.

He pinches his nasal ridge. It’s going to be one of those nights, huh? Full of worry and regret. In the past, he’d have poured a glass of whiskey, let the slight buzz ease his erratic nerves and calm the anxious beat of his soul. But he joined Papyrus in his “sober journey” after he went to rehab, to support him. Despite its utter useless meaning now, he just can’t bring himself to break that promise he made to his brother. He tried, once, to buy a bottle, to have some sort of relief from the ache in his chest that never really leaves… it ended up down the drain. He just couldn’t do it. There’s still some stupid fucking part of him that holds onto the hope that one day, he’ll see his little brother at his doorstep, in tact and ready to recover. 

He could be dead in a ditch and Sans would never know…

A growl leaves him as he tries his best to push those thoughts away. Pushing away from the counter, he stomps towards his home office - grabbing his work-bag on the way.

He has work to do.

***********************

Reported mugging, arson attempt on home, stabbing, murder of a family member… soon enough the words printed on the case files start to blur together, creating one giant conjumbled mess of shittiness.

Sans’ office chair creaks as he leans back, his glasses clatter against his desk as he tosses them carelessly. His mismatched eye-lights blearily take in the time from his computer screen before he throws an arm over his sockets. One o’clock in the morning. A deep sigh wracks his frame, his mind racing in a way that hints towards the lack of quality sleep he’ll get tonight.

A ring at the doorbell is the only thing that pulls him from his thoughts. 

Peeking from under his arm, he confirms the time, frowning as it stares back at him, the same as the first time he had checked. Lumbering out from his office, he pulls up the camera feed of his front porch on his phone. With all the crimes against monsters that he’s repeatedly exposed to, he felt much safer with cameras installed on the perimeter of the home. They come in handy with late night (early morning?) visits like this.

Yet… Sans wonders if what he sees on the camera is really correct or not. It’s hard to tell with their hood up… but that almost looks like…

He cracks open the door, soul thudding against his ribcage.

Papyrus looks… worse for wear. His head is ducked, his hood covering a good chunk of his skull, but even that can’t hide the dark circles under his sockets. His eye-lights are barely illuminating his sockets, leaving them to almost blend in with those dark circles, making his sockets look like large sunken-in voids. His slouch is even more exaggerated than the last time Sans saw him. His hoodie is the same thing he was kicked out in. It was always baggy on him, but it looks like a tarp on him now. It’s ratty and torn, stains all over… and Sans can definitely tell he hasn’t showered in… a while. He doesn’t meet Sans’ gaze as he opens the door wider and leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed - pushing away all of his instincts as his older brother to usher him in and take care of him. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“... i need help.”

“WHAT KIND OF HELP? MONEY? BECAUSE I WON’T HELP YOU THERE.”

Papyrus closes his sockets, a ragged sigh racking his frame. 

“i want to get clean, sans.” His voice is weak, but his eye-lights finally meet Sans gaze.

He’s serious.

Sans uncrosses his arms, looking his little brother up and down before opening the door wider and turning to walk in, himself. As much of an invitation as he can muster, right now. This was not how he thought his night would go, and the shock of it is what he chooses to focus on. Not the hopefulness of potentially having his baby bro back. He’s been disappointed before. Or the relief that his brother is alive standing in front of him, because depending on how this conversation goes he might be right back in the dark soon. Sans reaches the kitchen before he hears his brother’s shuffling footsteps following him.

“HAVE A SEAT, PAPYRUS.” Sans orders, turning on the coffee maker.

It’s going to be a long night.

Papyrus plops onto the barstool in front of him at the island counter, like he always used to, but his usual chattiness and shit-disturber tendencies aren’t present tonight. One glance shows his hood covering his head as he slumps over the counter, hands in his lap, dim eye-lights staring blankly at the counter in front of him.

Sans tamps down that ache of guilt he feels in his soul.

“WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU ATE?”

“...”

“PAPYRUS?”

“huh? … oh, uh, i don’t know.”

“SO, A WHILE. GOT IT.”

The only sound in the kitchen is of Sans heating up food and the whirring of the coffee maker. Soon, a plate of leftovers and a mug of hot chocolate sits in front of Papyrus and Sans stands in front of him on the other side of the island, sipping his coffee.

Papyrus looks at the food in front of him, with what appears to be little appetite.

“IF THIS GOES WHERE I WOULD LIKE IT TO GO, THAT MIGHT BE YOUR LAST DECENT MEAL BEFORE HOSPITAL FOOD. SO, EAT.”

The younger skeleton huffs out a breath through his nasal cavity.

“yeah, that food was shit.” He agrees, reaching for the provided fork before his hand pauses. “... is that hot chocolate?”

“YES, I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN YOUR FAVORITE.”

That gets Papyrus teeth to quirk up slightly.

“thanks, sans.”

Sans just nods, lifting his own mug to his teeth as he watches Papyrus closely. His little brother slowly eats, hand with the fork shaking with every bite. Sans pretends not to notice the sound of Papyrus’ bones rattling. From hunger, cold, anxiety… withdrawals… Sans doesn’t really know which is causing it but it’s honestly likely a mix. He barely manages to finish the plate. Which is to be expected. Sans didn’t give him a large portion because of that. 

He also takes note of Papyrus’ hand that he still leaves rested on his lap. The same one that was balled in a fist when he first opened the door.

Curious.

Sans, takes Papyrus’ plate, rinsing and placing it in the dishwasher numbly as he amps himself up for this conversation. The one he’s been hoping to have the second he kicked his little brother out. The one he’s had nightmares of ending badly, and dreams of ending in a reuniting of their odd little family.

Speaking of family…

Sans grips the side of the sink, taking a deep breath before squaring his shoulders and turning to meet his brother’s gaze.

“WHY?” He asks.

“why what?” Papyrus blinks, confused.

“WHY NOW?”

“... something happened.”

“THAT MADE YOU DECIDE…?”

“that i don’t want to fucking be like this anymore, sans.”

“LIKE WHAT?” Sans steps closer to the counter.

“like a fucking fuck up. a loser. a junkie. scum of the earth. whatever fucking term you want to use.”

“DON'T TALK ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT. BUT, YOU’RE SURE? BECAUSE ONCE I LET YOU BACK INTO MY LIFE, I WON’T TOLERATE ANY SORT OF-”

“i’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Papyrus hunches over the counter again, resting his head in his hands… one still in a fist.

“WHAT’S IN YOUR HAND?”

“...”

“PAPYRUS, YOU CAN PROVE TO ME YOU’RE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW. WHAT’S IN YOUR HAND?”

The rattling of his little brother’s bones grows louder as he shakes in his seat. But he doesn’t move or respond. Sans reaches over, Papyrus flinches away. Sans huffs, but moves a little slower, grasping Papyrus’ fist with both of his own hands. Gently prying his fingers open one finger at a time… he’s not sure what he expected but it certainly wasn’t the ring he helped Papyrus pick out for Marina years ago now. Frowning, Sans looks up at his brother to find tears falling from his sockets.

“... Papy? Where’s Marina?”

“... dead. she’s fucking dead, sans. and it’s my fault.”

Sans feels a jab in his soul. He’s spent this past year hating Marina, resenting her for dragging her brother back down to his old ways, but before all this shit happened… she was like a sister to him. And to Papyrus… she was everything.

“What-”

“we had to find a new dealer, 'e was some scummy looking human but we didn’t care. turns out we should’ve cause the shit was laced. i woke up and she didn’t and-” Papyrus sobs, “sans, she was dust when i woke up and if i had just listened to you, we could’ve helped her together but i wasn’t strong enough, i’ve never been strong enough that was always the fucking problem wasn’t it? underground, last year… even yesterday. i couldn’t handle it, i tried to- i tried to…”

Sans wastes no time, rounding the corner of the island and pulling his little brother into a hug. Papyrus collapses into him, hunching over to bury his face into Sans’ chest as he wails.

“i tried to follow her, b-but i couldn’t even do that right either. i’ve always been a failure, i don’t even blame you for kicking us out.” Sans shushes him, hand rubbing comforting circles on his overly-protruding spine. “i-i don’t know what to do sans. tell me what to do. i know i don’t deserve it but i need someone to tell me what to do and i don’t have anyone else. i don’t want to be like this, i don’t want to, i don’t want to. please, just tell me what to do, i don’t know what to do right now, i don’t-”

“It’s Okay Papy, We’ll Figure It Out. You Did The Right Thing Coming To Me. I’m Here, I’m Going To Help, And I’m Not Going Anywhere, Okay? We’ll Figure It Out.” Sans reassures, his voice much more firm and sure of itself than he feels right now - tears of his own escaping his sockets.

“We’ll Figure It Out.” He assures again, squeezing Papyrus as he cries.

Somehow.

[savi-our]

The Lull of the Night - Mutt x Reader 🌹

☕Heya! So this is for the poll I did a few days ago.☕ Now the drabble did end up turning into a one-shot along the way so I hope you'll forgive me for that. Its also probably not my best work, I did half of it whilst half asleep (fitting perhaps...) but yeah I hope you guys like it regardless - I've been meaning to write a soft and fluffy Mutt drabble for a while now and this was a perfect chance so I couldn't pass it up :)

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It was another cold night, stormy and daunting in the ominous flash of the lightning. You sighed silently to yourself, staring out the window of your house in the deep quiet, watching water droplets gather and fall upon the glass panes. You had settled on the windowsill, leaning back in thought as you stared at the gathering black clouds beyond the glass, mind drifting off in thought.

A silent knock at your door had your gaze shift to the darkest point in the room, you had left the lights off, not wanting to disturb your temporary guests and make them worry. Well, maybe not worry, you couldn't see Black coming to check in with you - stubborn as he was, so it could be only one other to come looking for your company.

“It's open.” Your voice was soft, dulled by the storm outside and it took a moment for the door to hesitantly open. 

There he was, tall and looming, shadowed by the darkness - only his bright eye lights slightly illuminating the small corner of your room.

“you're up?” He asked, his voice hoarse, more so than usual - probably due to the late hour in which he had decided to pay his impromptu visit.

“Mhm.” You affirmed and watched as he stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. You watched as he approached, almost awkwardly, brushing the back of his neck with his clawed fingers.

“Something wrong?” you asked him, tilting your head in curiosity, watching as another strike of lightning lit up the room, letting you catch a brief glance at the pale face of the skeleton.

“nah jus’…” he trailed off, his dark orange gaze trailed over you, settling to a point past your shoulder. “checkin in i guess…”

“Just checking in?” you repeated, brow raising in question. “At 1am?” 

He huffed, almost in amusement at how ridiculous his own words had sounded before he plopped himself down on your unmade bed, still warm from when the lighting had woken you up moments prior.

“still not used to it y’know…” he spoke after a moment of silence, the mood in the room almost intimate within his quiet admission.

“The weather?” You asked and he hummed in confirmation.

He let a moment pass before he started shuffling with the pockets of his sweatpants, the ones he always wore to bed, searching for something. You watched in idle curiosity as he pulled out a dog treat out of his pocket and pulled it between his sharp teeth.

You rose from your spot then, limbs still slightly lethargic from sleep as you trailed slow steps over to him. He looked up at you, hands stopping in place.

You looked down at him, trying to see what the shadows hid so expertly - his sharp golden tooth, the scarred side of his face, the piercing pair of eyes which looked at you so attentively. Always attentively, always filled with an emotion that you've only recently come to know and recognize. You knew, you knew he tried to hide it, tried to stomp it down, but it was obvious. Obvious in the way he looked at you, in the way he leaned into your touch, in the way he sought out your company.

Even now he gazed up at you, his eyes sharp but soft around the edges, trying to hide, trying to disguise the feelings in his expression. You could tell.

You raised your hand and with light fingers you trailed a line below his eye, the glow of it intensifying at the contact.

“what’re you….?” he trailed off, his voice unusually quiet, guarded almost before the softness of your touch. You hummed, trailing your hand down the edge of one of his scars and listened as the lull of the room was broken by his silent inhale.

“You shouldn't smoke before bed.” You said quietly, distracted by the sight of him, even within his imperfections, his jagged scars, his sharp edges, he seemed so… alive. Ironic perhaps, considering the monster before you was indeed a skeleton. 

Your hand landed on his dog treat, lifting it away from his teeth with a light pull of your fingers. He didn't seem to mind, still staring at you with a scalding intensity, a disarming heat to those impossibly bright pools of magic that seemed so intent on drawing you in as of late. 

“It's bad for you.” You finished and the silence settled.

A moment passed, just the two of you in the comforting darkness, staring at each other in the muffled sound of the rain.

“‘ts not actual smoke” he rasped silently.

“It leaves a smell.” you responded softly.

“you tellin me i smell?”

“Maybe”

“…”

He let out an amused huff, shaking his head slightly as he finally broke eye contact. You smiled at him, happy to see him more at ease than before he came here. Another moment of silence passed and the sound of thunder drew your gaze back towards the window. You stared at it idly, mind drifting, still tired from the late hour of the night. You could feel your impromptu companion turn his gaze back toward you, but you didn't mind. You let him look, pretending to not notice just as you often did. 

The sound of shuffling sheets is what drew you out of your haze, and as your sleepy thoughts caught up to you, you looked towards your bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked, humor in your tone as you looked at Mutt, dragging the length of his body over towards your pillow, lifting your blankets with a lazy hand as he pulled them on top of himself.

He grunted as he laid down with a heavy thump, the bed slightly creaking under the weight of him as he face planted into your pillow. You stared at him with a smile on your lips, watching as he settled, long limbs sprawled out across the corners of your entire bed.

“yours’ comfier” he responded after a while, voice muffled from where his face was still hidden by your pillow and you snorted at his antics.

“Sure it is.” You commented idly, slight sarcasm to your tone as you heard him hum in response. 

You moved, resting your weight on one of the free corners of your bed as you sat down, still looking at the tall skeleton in your bed, watching as his legs slightly dangled off the end of it. 

Another moment passed before you heard him inhale and then shuffle behind you- you snapped to attention as along arm encircled your middle and your eyes widened as you watched Mutt latch onto your waist, the weight of his arm in your lap, the palm of his hand gently holding onto the hem of your shirt.

“…’ts late.” He commented over your shoulder, his hoarse voice low in your ear and the sound of it made you shiver - not expecting the sudden contact.

You hummed in acknowledgement and another moment passed before the weight of his hand slightly moved, gently pushing you back towards him. It was almost an invitation, the hold would be easy to break, easy to refuse, but as you turned your head to meet his eyes they held nothing but gentleness. His gaze was lidded, soft in the way they looked at you, a slight tint of a timid nervousness unusual to him glinted in the deep orange.

“c’mere…” he spoke softly, lifting the corner of the blankets in invitation with his hand, his other still around you, pulling you gently closer. Your heart warmed at the sight, this was a first, the gesture would have made you nervous considering how he usually was - teasing and filled with flirty gestures, but this seemed different, softer, closer somehow.

You lifted the heels of your feet up and onto the bed and smiled at the way he immediately pulled you into his hold, almost as if he worried you'd change your mind if he were not fast enough. He wrapped his long arms around you, pushing the blankets over you both as he pulled you against his chest.

You let out an amused huff as he settled, a low and rumbly sound coming from his chest as he pushed his nose into the crown of your head, breathing in deeply and letting out a content sigh as his grip on you tightened. 

“Comfy?” You asked teasingly, placing a tentative arm around him, he amended your hesitance as he clasped his fingers around your wrist, pulling your arm and placing it firmly around his ribs, as if urging you to hold him properly.

He hummed, squeezing you to his side in response to your question and you couldn't help but chuckle. He was sweet when he was tired or so it seemed, an unexpected contrast to how he usually was, but you didn't mind, it was nice, more than nice.

Mutt felt safe, even with the raging storm outside, even with his big sharp teeth and unrelenting gaze, and as his sharp fingers trailed circles on your back you couldn't help but want for more, more of him, more of these shared soft moments in the dark. 

Perhaps one day you would find the courage to ask, to confess to those timid and skittering feelings in the pit of your stomach whenever he was close, whenever he teased you playfully, whenever he looked at you as if you had hung every individual star in the sky purely for him.

One day perhaps, but for now this was enough, his warmth, his touch, his obvious want of you was enough. For now you'd enjoy it, drifting off to sleep with the calming sound of his soul thrumming against his ribcage, just for you, only for you.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Meet Up

We are so close you all! So so so close :3 @spotaus get in here friend :D

It is so nice to just uplaod the first drafts of these drabbles! :D Makes them so easy to make and finish <3

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Killer runs straight home and doesn’t bother to act as if he has a normal monsters stamina. He needs to get home now and warn the others.

He is so lucky that Ellie kept him out of sight from Dream and Blue.

Because apparently those two are here now!

How did they even find them?! Especially as Ellie told him that she thinks they are looking for them.

Yeah no kidding! Killer didn’t even bother to deny it as he muttered he just needed to get home. Ellie advised him to go behind the buildings as that is mostly out of sight and should keep him hidden and out of sight.

Killer quickly set off to get home.

He is by now just running through the forest and going full speed. The LOVE in him making it easy to keep running for long times and boosting both his speed and his stamina.

He gets out of the forest in their area and rushes into the house.

Killer searches and relaxes as he sees Nightmare right in the nest where he should be. Nightmare seems to be scribbling in his little journal.

Horror walks out of the kitchen and he looks around worried himself “Crop just called.”

Killer nods as he pants “Dream and Blue are in town.”

Nightmare freezes and looks between them panicked.

Killer goes to Nightmare’s side and looks at Horror “Cross and Dust?”

Horror speaks “should be in the garden. I will get them.” and he goes outside.

Nightmare whines softly and Killer quickly pulls Nightmare close “It is okay tiny boss. No one is going to get you.” No one. Killer is going to allow anyone to touch their baby. Nightmare is their just as much as they all are Nightmare’s.

Horror returns with Cross and Dust and they all sit in the nest as they discuss what just happened.

As expected Dust immediately went around to close all the curtains and check the locks while Cross looks anxious “What if they find this place? I know we are hidden but everyone in town knows where we live. What if someone believes them and sends them our way?”

Horror shakes his skull “They won’t. Crop and Straw are going to make sure people don’t say stuff and they know not to talk about other people’s personal stuff.” Horror has yet to stop rubbing Nightmare’s tiny skull to reassure him.

Nightmare just stays plastered against Killer’s front. His souls is getting slightly squished between them but Killer doesn’t mind and it feels nice to feel Nightmare that close.

Dust nods “We stay inside. Stay quiet and lay low. Keep an eye out. We already did the big harvest and sale anyway. We can afford to hide before we need to prepare the farm for winter.”

Killer nods and grins at Nightmare “That sound okay baby? Just relax and cuddle in the nest together?”

Nightmare looks a bit unsure still but nods as she nuzzles closer to Killer and a part of Killer melts at the sight. Killer holds him close and purrs softly “That is it baby. Just let us worry about these type of things okay?”

Their phone rings in the kitchen and Dust stalks over to it before picking it up but not saying a single word. He listens for a moment before speaking “Crop.” He listens again and gives a small nod “You two can come by.” And he hangs up quickly afterwards.

They remain near each other as they talk about possible ideas on how to keep an eye out but not run the risk of being spotted. They quickly settle on that Cross can go around to check things while invisible but that he shouldn’t engage any combat. They are just discussing if Cross can keep someone else with himself invisible for long times when they hear a knock on the door.

A quick check later and they invite Straw and Crop in.

The two brothers tell them what happened with Blue and Dream in town and confirm that they are very obviously looking for them.

Straw slowly holds up a package of papers “I do think you may want to read these.”

Dust frowns and takes them to read through quickly together with Cross.

Straw nods “For what we could see. They seemed honest about it all! Even if they are rather pushy in the way they go about it.”

Crop walks out of the kitchen where he cleaned up some groceries “The others in town all agreed the two are shifty and not to be trusted.” Then a bit more amused “Heads up. They also kinda assumed that either or both of them are Nightmare’s other parent.”

Dust freezes and makes gagging noises at the very idea while Horror chuckles and pats his back.

Cross pouts as he crosses his arms and mutters about Dust being way out of their league and Killer snorts as he nuzzles Nightmare “Better for us. Makes everyone want to keep the two away from us with all the ground work we laid concerning the ‘other parent’ and how they were messed up.”

Nightmare just shrugs as he stays close with Killer.

Dust focusses back on the papers and frowns “Are they for real with this?”

Crop shrugs “We aren’t sure. They seemed honest but we can’t check the multiverse stuff easily.”

Killer frowns as he takes the paper to read through it with Nightmare as the others discuss ways to check if they really are truthful about it.

The announcement that Dream hadn’t done his job right. How Nightmare had been right. That Nightmare had never been a danger to the multiverse. How Dream had made things more complicated and how he should never have involved others into the mess.

How Dream never was a god of positivity and that he misunderstood his job. How the balance has been restored and so Dream won’t interfere with it anymore as it also is no longer his actual job.

Just lists upon lists of him going around and making sure everyone who knew about them knew the new truth.

It is so much.

Killer frowns as he sneaks a look at Nightmare. Nightmare just stares at the reports. His face blank.

Oh no.

Killer frowns and pulls him close “Nighty?”

Nightmare just stares at the reports “I told him this so many times… So long ago… why… why didn’t he believe me?” and he just looks at Killer sadly “Why did he never believe me?”

Killer frowns and holds their babybones close “I don’t know Nighty. I really don’t know.” He doesn’t have an answer. He doesn’t know what Dream was thinking or why he did what he did. All Killer knows is that their baby needs support and love and he can give that.

Dust joins their side and holds Nightmare’s hand silently. Just being there.

Cross looks at Horror “So how do we keep them away?”

Horror frowns as he clearly thinks before answering “We can’t. If they are still doing this after all this time? There is no dodging this. We will need to at least meet up to get them to stop.”

Cross looks deeply unhappy and Killer agrees.

Cross sighs and nods “How do we want to do that?”

Horror thinks before getting a small smile “I have an idea. We will also need to contact Error.”

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Killer watches the empty road a few cities further along. He checks his phone for any new messages. It is still just the message he send the two Stars with this location and them sending back they are on their way.

Killer looks back at the street and quickly hides further behind the tree.

Dream is rushing up the road as he looks from side to side. Blue close behind him.

Killer mutters softly “They are here. You ready?”

Cross answers from wherever he is hidden “Ready.”

Killer would do the talking and Cross will be his backup in case he needs it. While they confront the Stars Dust and Horror will talk with Error about hiding this universe.

Easy does it. Blue and Dream walk by his hiding spot and Killer goes to the other side of the tree and just leans against it. His knife out. “what do you two want?”

Dream turns quickly and smiles “Killer! I am so happy to see you!” he takes a few steps but Killer holds his knife out aimed at him.

“Yeah. I can’t say I feel the same. What the fuck do you two want with us? I thought we made it clear that we didn’t want to see either of you the last time we met up?” Killer twirls his knife around as he makes sure to look unimpressed.

Dream frowns but takes a deep breath and steels himself “I want to see Nightmare. I want to see my brother. And I know if anyone knows where he is it is you four.”

Killer laughs and shakes his skull “Nah. You can go back to sniffing and shitting out good deeds. You are not going near boss.” Like hell Killer is going to allow Dream to come near Nightmare.

Dream glares at him and takes a step closer. Killer can hear Cross get his knife out somewhere near him. Dream clearly can’t see him as he glares at Killer “I know things have been rough. And I know I made mistakes. But I have been fixing those and actually making things right. I want to make things right with Nightmare. But for that I need to see him.”

Killer snorts “Just because you are selfish we should just lay over and let you get whatever you want? No.”

Dream glares at Killer “Really? What if Nightmare actually wants to see me? What if he actually also wants to talk about what happened? He wanted before. I am late and I know I was blind and acting stupid. But I want to listen. I want to hear what he has to say.” Dream takes a deep breath to calm down again as he keeps looking determined “I need to see him.”

Killer glares and hisses out his answer “No. You are not going near him.”

Dream glares right back “Like it or not but we are brothers. We are twins. We are both gods. We are always going to be connected in some way. Keeping us separate may just cause more trouble.”

Killer glares as he holds out his knife “Are you seriously trying to threaten me?”

Dream shakes his skull “No! I am not trying to do that! I just…” he holds hugs himself close “Don’t you sometimes wish you got a second chance? To make up for what you did wrong? For the pain you caused?”

Killer feels himself freeze. He has no doubt that Cross isn’t doing much better.

Dream just keeps talking “I know I messed up. I messed up badly. I just… I just want a chance to make things right. And I have done that for the multiverse… but I haven’t apologised yet to Nightmare. That is all I want Killer. I just want to see my brother and tell him I am sorry. That I am sorry for everything.” He looks desperate “please… You guys have to understand that feeling.”

Killer doesn’t like this. This still seems like such a bad idea… Cross holds his hand and squeezes it. Full trust in his decision.

Killer groans as he looks to the side “We can discuss stuff… See if he even wants to see you or prefers to just keep you as a thing of the past.”

Dream smiles and moves closer “Thank you! thank you so much-”

“I am not promising anything.” Killer glares “I will ask everyone. However. If he says no. If he says he prefers to keep you as a thing of the past. We will respect that. And you will have to respect that as well.”

Dream looks pained and shakes his skull “But… But I want…”

Killer glares “I don’t give a flying fuck about what you want or how you feel. You abandoned him. You betrayed him. You hurt him. You never listened to him. Just because you now finally got your head out of your own ass doesn’t mean he owns you anything. Least of all a second chance.” Killer keeps glaring at the god. “Am. I. Clear?”

Dream looks pained but he nods.

Killer nods himself “Good. Now leave. You are causing more problems for this universe than you are worth.” He turns and starts to walk away “When we made a decision I know how to contact you.”

A moment of silence until “At least tell him I am sorry… please… I need him to know that I am sorry and I want to do better…”

Killer stops but nods “Fine.” And he keeps walking.

This meeting could have gone better… Now to get home and let Nightmare decide what he wants.

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[anxiousapparition]

Hey hey!! This is based off the poll i did a couple days ago on whether y’all would be interested in seeing snippets of my old WIPS, and majority rules!!

This is a part of the single chapter I have written for this idea where MC is a mage but literally nobody knows and they just start hanging out after Rus (SF Red) meets them (cough gets his shit rocked cough cough) So enjoy!!

Rus (POV)

For who knows how long I wandered around and followed the cries of Edge’s cat, and it only seemed that she’d let me get just barely close enough before sprinting away again. I was still a little bit freaked out and on edge with the whole singing and weird moon thing but at this point I was tired enough to just leave the damn feline outside for someone else (probably Red) to find.

I was starting to lose my cool when I stepped on a branch and it snapped, I was so paranoid I felt like I was in stripes again, whatever was in here was making my soul go haywire. Sniffing the air again I noticed that the smell of smoke and Frankincense was gone, instead it was replaced by something…organic? It was hard to describe since it melded so well to the natural scent of the earth but it was sweeter, like moss or a freshly rained field covered in wildflowers.

My skull felt like it was spinning the longer I focused on it and it was kind of my fault when I didn’t realize I was following the smell down an overgrown footpath.

Well.

I didn’t realize until I was fucking clocked in the face and fell onto my ass.

Sigh. Such is the woe of existing I guess.

I groan and hold my mouth shut as I feel marrow trickle down the small crack that formed on my nasal ridge. It didn’t have any intent to hurt, more like just the intent to push me away but it still hurt like a bitch even if it barely touched my HP.

“Oh stars! I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone else would be here! I was just following a cat a-and you startled me so much! Are you alright?!”

My sockets snap open at the panicked and worried voice standing over me, finally noticing I had been pulled up into a sitting position as this stranger inspected my injury. God, I must have looked stupid gawking at them, they were fucking gorgeous and I knew for a fact my jaw was slack open while I tried to respond.

Was I dead? Did I fall off a cliff and now I was in heaven? The throbbing in my skull told me no but the beautiful angel in front of me that made my soul race like a schoolboy told me yes.

“Fuck, seriously are you okay?” Your voice softened realizing his shocked expression, putting your hand against his head to look at the small crack properly.

You were a little worried about their lack of a coherent response, silently praying you didn’t just give a stranger a concussion. Can skeletons get a concussion? Agh! Focus!

With a tight lipped hum you looked around to find some other path in the woods, maybe they were some drunk that wandered up here and needed help getting back home. It seemed logical enough except they didn’t smell like booze. Something soft bumped against your wrist in the form of your fuzzy friend you had been following. The little black cat meowed and began circling you two only to sit just a little ways off the footpath into a separate clearing in the woods. Squinting your eyes a little you didn’t find much through the dense trees but the cat seemed more than happy to lead you somewhere else.

Pursing your lips you looked at the skeleton again and smiled.

“What’s your name?”

Their jaw finally clicked shut and the orange lights in their sockets turned sharp and went to focus on your face.

“R-Rus…”

[alwaysmellowkryptonite]

Bad Sans Pokémon AU [TBN]

--Dust... Never really saw himself anyplace. Not as a nurse, not as a policeman, not as a gym leader... not even as the scientist he'd one day ended up as, as short a stint as that felt... but especially not where he'd ended up…

Whatever you called it, goon, henchman, lackey, accomplice... He was just a pawn... and as such, didn't have to sweat it on the details, the boss had it all planned out. Gave him the little he had to know. Some days, he really didn't mind it, made it easier. Other days, it made it hell. Needed something for his mind to work on, solve, piece together, pull apart. Anything. Left him antsy... And his brother would give him an all too knowing look.

...Most Pokémon couldn't speak in Common. That's just how it was. But his brother... not so much.

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