#straight up confessed to my bro that sometimes i log in just to stare at blade and the sigh that came out of his mouth sounded so

[callilouv]

crazy how much i touched grass todoay

[bublp0pr]

I started a fanfic idea, which quickly expanded out of hand into more full-length fanfiction level. Then i get interrupted by things like ‘not starving to death’ so i have to prepare and eat dinner and whatever. By the time i get back to it, momentum is lost ;_; 

It’s not complete, fleshed out or edited. But it’s half interesting so i wanted to post it somewhere.

Stalemate

Frisk won’t back down. Neither will Undyne. Both are too stubborn for their own good, stuck in a stalemate with Undyne attacking and Frisk sparing.

Frisk is instinctually a natural at Undyne’s form of sparring and flourishes in the battle. This only annoys her more. Another rally of spear shaped bullets shoot at them. Another rally of spear shaped bullets are perfectly dodged. Frisk grins as the small 20HP value at the corner of their vision. Both are secretly enjoying this.

“Just fight me already you punk!” “Ohhhhh no!!! I’m not giving you the satisfaction, you fish!” “I can do this all day!” “Then keep ‘em coming lady!” “You’ll NEVER spare me!!!” “Trust me, when this is over I’m going to spare you so hard, you’ll be grateful to me for the rest of your life!” “Ngggggahhhhh!” “Rraaaarrgghhh!

~3 1/2 hours later~

Frisk is leaning against their spear, swaying side to side to avoid the bullets, now only moving at the speed of a leisurely stroll. Undyne’s armour is covered in sweat, moving up and down with her ragged panting. She’s taken off the arm guards and other unessentials, with only a chest plate remaining for real defence.

“Surrender *huff* your soul *huff* to me, human... This is *huff* your last chance.” She croaks. “*huff huff* Never!!” Frisk barks with short breath.

She holds back her next attack.

“What... *huff* What’s WRONG with you?” “What’s wrong with *huff* YOU??”

“Just DIE already!!”

A spear flies at them with an unexpected startling speed. Frisk parries it with their own stick without even turning around.

“Just accept my MERCY already!”

“Hell no!” “Same to you pal!”

Undyne lowers her weapon, walking closer to them. She looks down solemnly for a moment. Frisk leans back in relief. Finally! They spare her again. When I’m done with this, forget testing to find a better ending, i’m overwriting my save file. Undyne closes her eyes and clenches her fists.

The battlefield is quiet.

“You’re standing in the way of everyone’s hopes and dreams...” She whispers, a blue light slowly emerging from her. “I don’t CARE if you want to fight me or not.” The wind starts howling. “For the sake of monster kind...” The light grows brighter as dozens of spears conjure behind her. “I WILL NOT GIVE UP!!!”

Frisk sighs, weakly standing up straight again. They eat a Nice Cream while she powers up. It’s unnecessary as they’re at 20HP but the sugar helps wake them up atleast.

“Here we go again...”

Despite the revival, both sides are still obviously exhausted.

“YOU’LL... *huff* NEVER... *huff* ESCAPE.... *huff* ME!!!” She screams, her voice cracking at points from over-exertion.

Frisk glares at the warrior in a weary daze. They wobble in place and laugh with a minor hysteria, a crazy idea forming. “Yeah?!” The place a hand on their hip and tilt in place. “Just WATCH ME!”

With blatant disregard for the spears Undyne throws at her, they strut off the battle field in the direction of Snowdin.

“Get... Get BACK HERE! You little...” But Undyne is too tired to chase after them and trips over her boots.

“…Don’t think I’m not sparing you! You ginger devil-eyed freak of nature! When I come back, I’m going to spare you into next week!!! You won’t know what hit you!” Frisk calls behind their shoulder, meandering away like a drunk zombie.

They pause. 

“And... make sure to take care of yourself, okay?”

A crab apple and a bottle of slightly warm sea tea is tossed to next to Undyne. She rolls over on the ground and stares at the food in disbelief. Even running away, they’re STILL going on with that goody two shoes schtick?!

She spits at their direction.

...then takes the bottle and apple quickly. She’s stubborn, yes, but she’d rather get stabbed a thousand times in the chest than die such a pathetic death as drying out on a piece of rock.

“Stupid human.” She grunts.

Frisk takes periodic breaks to catch their breath as they hike back through Waterfall.

By the time they reach Sans sentry post it’s all they can do not to collapse right there and slip unconscious.

“woah. hey, are you o-” They spoke too soon.

There’s a thump as Sans hauls himself over the sentry counter and catches Frisk before they hit the ground. “kid...?” Frisk can’t hear them. They mumble some nonsense softly with a small wave of their arms and then drift into sleep.

They wake up in a dog bed. It’s too small for them, yet somehow they’ve positioned themselves so that they can fit on the round cushiony platform. Tossing aside surprisingly soft and warm layers of blankets, they look around. I’m in Papyrus’ shed. They realise in shock.

“No... no no no NO… I haven’t reloaded have i?” Frisk moans, stretching out. Unfolding their legs ruins the delicate balance of the resting pose and they fall out of the bed in a heap.

There’s a note on the floor. Face still pressed against the ground, Frisk stretches an arm to reach it.

hey, kid.

you uh, really rattled me there. collapsing like that. don’t tell me you’re falling for me so soon after my bro dumped ya? heheh.

tibia honest, just glad you both made it outa there in one piece. if y’know what i mean.

spaghetti’s in the kitchen with your name on it. (pap used the sauce to spell ‘hu nan’ on it. we ran outa sauce)

sans.

Well, atleast their fight hasn’t been undone. That’s a relief.

They stand up. To one side of the room, a pile of pillar-like logs are stacked hastily as though removed for their arrival. Weird.

With a yawn, they stroll out of the shed and towards the skeleton’s flashy ornamented door. Frisk takes a quick sniff under their arm and recoils. Ughhh. Sweat stains. They’ll need to take a shower in Waterfall or something.

The open the unlocked door and walk over to the kitchen. Can skeletons even smell though? They have... nose holes, Frisk supposes. Their mental dialogue is interrupted by a shrill yell as they turn a corner.

“HUMAN!”

Bones suddenly wrap themselves around Frisk and they’re hauled into the air. They pat the tall skeleton’s back and hug him in return. The grip gets tighter. Frisk’s face starts to turn red. “Papyrus... I can’t... breathe…” They gasp.

Suddenly they’re dropped to the ground. “OH! SORRY HUMAN! I FORGOT HOW FRAGILE YOU ARE.”

Frisk pulls themself up and coughs. “It’s fine Papyru-” A fork is shoved into their mouth.

“SUPER SPECIAL SPAGHETTI HAND-CRAFTED BY THE GREAT SPAGHETTORE PAPYRUS WILL SURELY MAKE YOU STRONGER!!! NYEH HEH HEH!”

Frisk fights the impulse to gag at the invasion to their mouth and swallows. They feel the slimy noodles sliding down their throat and shudder.

“Th-THANK you Papyrus,” they say, taking a step back when he moves in to give another forkful of pasta. “But I’m full now.”

The skeleton frowns. “AH. I SEE...” His grin returns. “I UNDERSTAND. MY SPAGHETTI IS QUITE FILLING!!” He starts laughing and Frisk slowly joins in, calming down. This is just what they needed. A break from all that chaotic action.

“WHEN YOU DIDN’T ANSWER MY PHONE CALL, I WAS QUITE BONETROUSLED. BUT WHEN SANS SHOWED UP WITH YOU IN HIS ARMS I COULDN’T STAY MAD AT YOU! NYEH HEH HEH!” Papyrus confesses, joining Frisk on the couch.

“ITS A SHAME TOO! I HAD THE BRILLIANT IDEA THAT YOU, UNDYNE AND I SHOULD HANG OUT SOMETIME!”

Frisk turns away awkwardly. “About that Papyrus...”

“WHAT WERE YOU DOING ANYWAY?” He continues, looking over at them.

They blink. “Well... you see... Undyne and I were actually, um, we were actually, err, sparring.” Papyrus tilts his head.  “And we got so into it that we fought until we couldn’t stand?” They finish, raising their voice slightly on the last syllable.

“...” “...”

“WOWIE!!! THIS IS PERFECT. THE GREAT PAPYRUS WAS RIGHT! YOU ARE ALREADY BECOMING FRIENDS BEFORE I EVEN HAVE THE CHANCE TO ARRANGE IT!”

Papyrus reaches out to give Frisk another hug so they brace themselves. It’s more gentle this time though. Papyrus may be odd but he never makes the same mistake twice.

“FIGHTING IS A GREAT ACTIVITY TO BRING PEOPLE TOGETHER. I SHOULD KNOW! UNDYNE AND I DO IT ALL THE TIME!!”

Frisk squirms so that they can look Papyrus in the eye.

“But, um. Papyrus, you see... Undyne... the way we were fighting... it was kind of, err, competitive. And… well, we both don’t want to lose. So we’re kind of enemies right now.”

Frisk shuffles out of the hug and repositions themself to come across as more serious. Papyrus takes a moment to consider Frisk’s predicament. It’s not the whole truth, but enough of it to get the message across.

“OH.”

He pauses long enough for the silence to become awkward.

“NYOO HOH HOH! THIS MEANS I’LL NEED TO TAKE SIDES BETWEEN MY FRIENDS AGAIN. WHAT WILL I DO? HOW COULD I POSSIBLY LET ONE OF MY FRIENDS GET REJECTED BY ME? IT WOULD BREAK THEIR HEART.”

Frisk holds back a smile. Typical Papyrus. He always has his priorities in order. (Which is to say the morally correct use of Papyrus’ unquestionable greatness always comes first)

“I know I’m placing you in a difficult position… But it’s ok! I’ve already decided I’m fine with you siding with Undyne, so there’s no problem!”

They know they can sway Undyne. Even if they have to die and reload a thousand times Frisk WILL spare her. In the scheme of things, Papyrus will be better off not feeling conflicted about Undyne hunting them.

It won’t be forever. Putting their friendship with Papyrus on hold is worth peaceful resolution.

“BUT… BUT…” He stammers.

“Undyne probably won’t be happy with me living here with you, so I’ll stay at the inn for now, ok?” Frisk suggests before he can argue his way out of it.

They walk to the door, when suddenly it opens. Standing only inches away from them, Sans faces Frisk.

“oh. hey kid.” He yawns, pleasantly surprised. “how was the nap? everything you dreamed it would be?”

“Haha, yeah. Thanks for helping me out back there. Aaanyway…” A gloved hand takes hold of their shoulder before they can slip past Sans. They scowl. Dammit Papyrus, not now.

“HUMAN, I… I THINK I SHOULD HAVE A SAY IN WHOSE SIDE I TAKE IN ALL THIS TOO. AFTER ALL, WHO KNOWS THE GREAT PAPYRUS BETTER THAN PAPYRUS HIMSELF?”

“the very skeleton in the bone.” Sans winks, pointing finger guns at his brother.

“SANNSSSS!! I WAS TRYING TO HAVE A MOMENT WITH THE HUMAN.”

The smaller skeleton just shrugs and grins.

“so what’s all this about taking sides?” He turns back to look at Frisk. It is physically impossible for a skull to raise an eyebrow, but somehow Sans manages it anyway.

“I was explaining to him about-“ “UNDYNE AND THE HUMAN ARE IN A COMPETITION WITH EACHOTHER. AND THEY SELFLESSLY WANT ME TO SUPPORT UNDYNE INSTEAD OF THEM IN THIS HULLABALLOO.”

Sans twists his face into the permanently smiling skull’s equivalent of a light frown. He gives Frisk a look(TM) then turns back to Papyrus.  “hmm. why do you need to pick a side at all bro?”

“EXACTLY!!! HUMAN, I CAN SUPPORT BOTH YOU AND UNDYNE DURING THIS TIME OF NEED. THERE IS ENOUGH PAPYRUS TO GO AROUND!”

And then the concept died when i ate a piece of cooked fish. rip in pepperoni my fanfic idea. Maybe one day, the inspiration shall return and you will be edited, fleshed out and completed (but probably not)