#sorry to keep this ‘’’’’’’ discoure ‘’’’’’’ alive

[fastidious-and-a-mess]

guys can we PLEASE stop shipping riz w people. honestly at this point i kind of don’t even care if you yourself are also acespec/arospec/aspec.

yes, aspec people can be in relationships, etc etc, but riz specifically has expressed over and over and over again that that is something he personally has absolutely zero interest in.

he’s not just canonically aroace, he also canonically does not want a relationship.

“aroace people can be happy in romantic/sexual/queerplatonic relationships” is a true statement. “people who do not want to be in any kind of monogamous committed relationship can be happy in a monogamous committed relationship” is quite a bit harder to argue.

i’m just so sick of it. i’m glad we all understand that there’s nuance to aspec identities, and everyone’s expressions of and experiences with their own aspec identities are going to be different and personal.

like, it’s not even just about the asexual/aromantic aspect anymore. it’s also just refusing to let him not want to be in a relationship. why are so many people so resistant to the idea that he does not want to be in a relationship. like genuinely, why can you not accept that there are people who just don’t want that. who would just be unhappy in a relationship. why can’t you wrap your head around the idea that wanting a relationship is not a thing that everyone secretly wants. like, No, he hasn’t just not “met the right person” yet. because there is no right person. because he’s simply not interested.

this post is kind of rambly and not as effectively phrased as it could be i think but idc.

TL;DR: riz being aroace is not the only reason to not ship him. he also, explicitly and repeatedly, has stated he does not want to be in a relationship. “aspec people can be in relationships” is completely irrelevant because regardless riz simply does not want a relationship. please just respect thag.

edit: plz don’t like this is u wont rb. i won’t guilt you into rbing, it’s ur blog i’m not ur dad do what u want etc etc. it’s just irritating for me personally to see ppl interacting w this but not willing to actually put it on their blogs.

[aerishikari]

L’étranger: CHP4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Disclaimer: This story idea come from @redkammy​ who already wrote his version of the story. Here is mine. Sorry for the english, It’s not my native language and I translated it myself.

I really had trouble with this chapter, maybe because I wrote it with high fever. So please, tell me if something seem strange in the narration. 

Warning: language, sad backstory, grief and a lot of skeleton tears

Papyrus would have never thought that Stretch would dared raise his hand against Sans. His brother made all the efforts possible to help his counterpart in this these painful moments. And how he thanked him? By giving him a black eye.

Sans had told him to not worry about it. But it was not knowing Papyrus very well. He did not really want to go to Swap and less be confronted with his double but he had gone too far. He had to speak with him.

He waited to be certain that Sans fell asleep then went out of the house to go to the basement. The Machine was permanently lit there since its repair. Papyrus did not like that, it was a risk that one of his fellow countrymen, less clement than his brother or him, enter Swap to cause absolute carnage. He already had to silence certain monsters who wanted to enter "this world of weaklings" to gain free EXP. But Sans had assured him that nobody could enter the basement without the key.

He verified three times he closed well and truly the door with the key before diving into the portal. Here, the basement was wide open. Blue trusted too much that all those who could pass would be friendly.

He missed that small ball of energy a lot. Only thinking about his kindness and his naivety squeezed his non existing heart. Papyrus had really considered Blue as one of his best friends. And the idea to never see him again ate him from the inside. But, unlike Stretch, he had said goodbye. He had accepted. Nothing and no one could do something about it now.

His double being under house arrest, it was not surprised seeing a member of Guard, a rabbit bigger than Greater Dog but wide as a post, keeping the entrance.

"Good evening my friend!" Says the friendly rodent "I suspected that one or the other would come back after what happen. How is your bro? Not harm done I hope, you have to forgive Pap, what happened is really hard..."

Papyrus growled, annoyed. He did not like this familiarity.

"He is fine. Well, you let me in or must I kick your ass for this?"

"Wow calm down. I’ll let you in, he’s allowed visits but be nice to him okay?"

He ruled out and opened the door. He had not even locked. They really were amateurs in this world! Stretch could get out and he could bet this guard wouldn’t even stop him. He did not comment and entered.

The house was dark and cold.

It was a shock for him who had known it so bright and warm. He remembered the first time he had entered it. Blue had welcomed him with opened arms even if he had attacked him less than ten minutes prior. The fireplace was lit, then. Now, it stayed empty. He remembered clearly the smell of spice floating in the house. Now, only a light mixture of cigarette and dust smell filled the air.

The TV was put out, Blue left it mostly lit to never miss the emissions of Nabstabot. And this silence, heavy. It was as if the house had died with Sans’s counterpart.

A single thing showed that someone still lived here. Some cigarette ends, empty bottles of honey and some cake packaging laid on the ground near the sofa.

Blue would have never accepted so much dirt. Sans had warned him that Stretch was just letting himself go but Papyrus had not imagined that could become even dirtier than his brother in his worst days.

"Hey Ashtrash I have two words to tell you!"

He waited then saw his double getting out from Blue’s room. He looked like a monster rag.

" I thought you avoided me, Edge. " Answered his double in an annoyed tone.

" I have to speak to you. "

" I will not apologize. "

The fairly surnamed Edge growled out. Stretch didn’t seem to want to go down the staircases to speak face to face.

" I did not came for that. Comes down now "

Papyrus looked his double straight in the eyes, it did not took long before he capitulated and accepted to come down.

" Here is it's done. What you want from me now? Don’t you think you and your brother haven’t done enough already? "

" Exactly, no. " He answered slowly.

He let his shoulders fall, his threatening air giving way to his fatigue. Sans rarely saw only this part of him, the real him. He wore so often the mask of the Terrifying and Powerful Captain of the Royal Guard of Fell as he almost never dare to show the real him. But there, he needed to show his sincerity. And he needed Strech to understand.

His copy seemed suspicious.

" What? You want to drag me down too? You want to do to me what I’ve done to Red? Go ahead! You don’t know anything except fighting right? Then … "

" Shut your fucking mouth Stretch! You … You are not well, you need someone to takes care of you. "

" And that's it, advice again. I don’t need advice from you like I didn’t want advice from Red! "

" It is what you think but, believe me, you need us and all those close to you. You have to listen to them and speak to them about what you feel. You cannot remain closed like that. "

Stretch took a cigarette and lit it him in front of him. Blue would never have accepted that his brother smokes in the house.

" I am put under house arrest I really have no choice. "

" No, I meant close minded… The more you keep your thoughts for you and the more you will be unstable. I not worried about me or Red. Believe me, your punch hurted him less than what I can give him when we have to pretend to hate each other. You had no intention to hurt him. I’m worried for you. You were always a lazybone before but from what I way, the way you live is far beyond laziness. "

He paused to analyze Stretch’s face. He seemed lost in his thought. Hesitating. But the anger was always present in his posture, in his gestures. The way he sip at his cigarette was very revealing of his mood.

" You have to get it out. You have to speak about what you feel, to share your thoughts, you don’t have to bear all of this alone. If you keep on pushing away every help you’re going to explode at someone. And you will lose your friends too. "

Stretch sighed. One trembling sighs, as if he suppressed a sob. He went far, doubtless too far in his discour but he needed the Skeleton to react. To give all he hid inside. So his anger wouldn’t fall on Sans anymore. The only thing mission for the incident to transform in a tragedy was the intent. With the intent to hurt, he could have lost Sans like Stretch had lost Blue. And in pain, a friend could become an enemy within one second. And the intents change.

" Stretch… Let us help you. We know what what you’re going th … "

He was immediately interrupted by Stretch material. His tone was harsh but Papyrus discerned clearly the despair behind every word.

" Is that so? You know what that is to lose a brother? You really know what it is to not know if you’ll see the only person who matters in your life again? Right EDGE? You who know so much, go one and tell me that you know what I’m going through! Red must be sleep right now, no? What a horror to lose your brother to sleep! "

" Go one, continue… You’re not the first one nor the last one to live that Stretch!"

The smoker turned his head, apparently hurt to have been interrupted. What a brat… " Do I have to remind to you where we come from Sans and I? I saw hundreds of people in your case. A brother, a relative, a friend, a child … Everybody in my world lost at least a close friend, sometimes even in front of their own eyes. They all passed by the same stages. Even Sans… " This time, he read incredulity read in his double’s eyes. " Sits. " The tone was firm, but not authoritarian. Stretch obeys. " I was really young when my parents disappeared. I don’t reminder any of them, but you know the age difference between Sans and I. I don’t remember reacting to this. I can’t even recall I had any family except Sans, it’s complicated. But I saw my bro changing overnight. At first, he searched everywhere to find someone. Our father I think… Everything was very fuzzy for me. But he had to slow down then stop his searches to take care of me. Until the day when … " He took a deep breath. Just thinking about it again gave him shivers in all his bones. Automatically, one of the hands settled on the scar streaking his left eye.

" Sans grown tired of me. He said that I slowed him down. That it was all my fault, that if I had never been born, our parents would still be alive. He had so much repressed his anger that it exploded on me. I was what four? Five years old… No more. Facing an angry monster, ten years my elder. He burst out, I couldn’t calm him. I did not understood his acts, or why he held so much hatred in him. He never explained anything to me at that time. He lost my trust this day.  He… beat me up until I fainted. When I woke up, everything hurts and my vision was shady. It is only later that I saw the scar he left me. He tried to apologized but it was too late. It was the first time I saw him cry. I hated him for years after that. From this day, I stayed with him only because he how how to have food. But when I learned how to be autonomous I tried to run away from him. To leave him on his own. I wanted nothing to do with the one who beaten me. Sans gained his first LV that day. An older monster had chased after me. Even if I hated him, he saved my life. He explained the meaning of the law this day. Kill or be Killed. That to be alone meant the death for the small monster I was. So I stayed with him. We had to stick together to survive. Not as if I had the choice, he did not left me any more, even at night. But there was no love anymore, no trust either. Our relation was not of the most brotherly for years. It took me a lot of time to care about him again. Due to seeing other people crying their lost ones. See the anger they had, not wanting to face their own distress. Sometimes by my fault… I have never forgiven the gesture but I understood where from he came. I understood my error to refuse him my affection for all this years too. "

Stretch ha lowered his head at some time of the story, he looked at his sneakers now. Ashes from his cigarette had fallen on the couch.

" All this to explain you not to keep all this for you. You have friends out there who want to listen and support you. Sans and I aren't very far if you need us. But you also have to bring out all this sadness. You must not deny any more... "

" Please don’t … "

" Your brother is dead. "

Papyrus remained silent after this assertion. Still very calm. He saw of Stretch’s shoulders trembling. Then he finally heard the sobs. Tears are began to fall slowly on the carpet under the couch. He could not see the face of his counterpart but he imagined it well.

But he did not move. He never knew what to do when someone cried. Sometimes they needed someone near them, a cuddle of comfort, sometimes they needed solitude to totally let go and others just had to have a presence.

He felt tears flow down his own face. But he remained straight and deserving. Even if he had already accepted it did not mean that he didn’t had any more tears for Blue. He still felt terribly guilty of what might have happened.

" I am sorry Stretch. Sincerely. That's life. Shit happens... Like it or not, we can’t change the past. "

Stretch raised immediately his head to stare at him. Eaten away by the sorrow, the eyes contained however a slight hope.

" What if we could? "