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al-astakbar · 2 years ago

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☆ The Gift -- Thrawn x reader ☆

> title ☆ The Gift ☆part 4/?

> summary ☆ As congratulations for his recent promotion to Grand Admiral, Emperor Palpatine gives Thrawn a gift -- a young woman who has been trained as a pleasure companion.

> pairing ☆ Thrawn x reader ☆ word count [3.2k] ☆ warnings for this part ☆ explicit PIV sex, dubious consent, very mild/brief anal fingering, orgasm self-denial, Thrawn is not nice yet, he's rough and efficient and horny... > series warnings ☆ dubious consent; sexual slavery; concubine/ sex slave AU; will add more warnings as more parts are posted

>series navigation ☆ part 1 ☆ part 2 ☆ part 3 ☆ part 4 ☆ part 5 ☆ part 6 ☆ part 7

> posted on ao3

author note!! To be very clear, in this story reader is a concubine against her will and is gifted to Thrawn, but there is at no point any noncon between Thrawn and reader. Reader is never noncon with anyone, either referenced or explicitly, and there is never any explicit noncon. However, this is a darker take on Thrawn and he doesn't really have many hangups about putting his gift to use...

“Is this how it’s going to be?” You ask as soon as the hatch shuts behind him. “You’re just going to lock me in here while you go to work?” You hadn’t meant to be accusatory but emotion slips through, makes your voice crack.

Right now, he appears to be in no mood to entertain your insolence.

“Undress,” he orders darkly. “Then bend over the desk and wait for me.”

You stare at him, frozen for a moment. Then, compelled by some facet of his power, you obey.

His tone leaves no room for defiance, and his expression is one of unmistakable lust, his glowing red eyes fixed on you. Your arms and legs feel heavy, your fingers clumsy trying to work the ties and clasps. Your hooded robe with the veil attached comes off and you drop it to the side. Then your simple undershift, and finally you toe off your thin slippers. Those, too, you had chosen to embellish during your vigil, though the practice was uncommon. If Thrawn notices now, he says nothing. Gingerly, cringing at the cold, hard stone, you place yourself over the desk, wanting to appease him with your obedience and ignore the low thrum of arousal he struck in you with a simple command.

Coming to stand in front of the desk where you can see him, he pulls each of his gloves off, tucks them in his belt. “Tell me what you were reading,” he says before circling around the desk, behind you.

It seems foolish to try to lie, so you don’t. You recount what you’ve learned about him, all the while trying to keep the apprehension out of your voice.

“I'm not upset,” Thrawn says. “You have every reason to be curious and you took advantage of the resource available to you.”

“Does that mean you’ll answer questions?” You ask, a little dryly.

“Perhaps. The biographies are often biased and incomplete.”

“So is any of it true?” You try to sound nonchalant. “Or is it all just bantha shit.”

“Most of the accounts of the battles are accurate. Such things are the most easily provable, though in such chaos, details are often lost or distorted, even from recent conflicts. As for the other claims, I only stand by my deeds. Others may draw their own conclusions.”

You hear the quiet rumpling of clothing and then, unmistakably, the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh. You peek back over your shoulder. He’s tucked the hem of his tunic up in his belt, and is pumping himself in his hand rather lazily. You swallow hard seeing how big he is. He wasn’t lying— it is familiar, just thicker and longer than any human’s you’ve ever seen. And, fascinatingly, a deep bluish-purple.

His eyes roam over your naked body.

He reaches for your hip, not grabbing or pawing roughly, but an inquisitive touch, like that of a new lover. You wonder if he’s doing it on purpose— either to make you feel at ease or mock you. You wonder if he’s enjoying it. He lingers, and the pressure in the room seems to change.

His hand drops lower, skimming your skin, and your breath catches in your throat. Lower still, your thigh, inside, perhaps testing to see if you’ll clamp your legs together to deny him access.

You don’t.

You won’t.

His fingers find your center. His approach feels like one of curiosity, rather than passion. A real lover would be pleased to feel the slight wetness, the beginning of your arousal. Your new master says nothing. You twist to look at him again and see his hand still working his cock with no real hurry.

He appears completely unaffected. He could be wearing the same expression giving orders from the bridge of his ship. His glowing red eyes meet yours and the intensity holds you there, not permitting you to look away.

Then, a caress. A deliberate roll of his finger over your clit that spikes desire— real, pulsing desire— through your core.

“Don’t. Don’t try to make it nice for me.”

“As you wish.” And with no other warning, he notches the head of his cock at your entrance and pushes in. You gasp at the stinging pain and your arms give out, your breasts press against the cold surface of the desk and all you can do is rest your cheek flat and submit.

The stretch is merciless, and he is so large that he can’t fully enter in one stroke. He does not stop at the resistance, not at your sounds, not when you cringe away. Not when you clench around him, so tight he grunts and grips your ass harder, fingers digging in to bruise and he keeps going— stars, he’s huge— working his thick cock into you, unrelenting, until all you can feel is him.

He only puts a firm hand at the small of your back as if to say ‘I did warn you’.

You are full of him, so utterly stuffed you can’t move and the frigid room and uncomfortable desk are a distant afterthought. To your embarrassment, you feel your face heat, tears welling and running down your cheeks. Not from the pain, which has faded, given way to an aching fullness, but from everything else. From this sudden, overwhelming intimacy with a stranger. From the humiliation of being used by someone who doesn’t really even want you. And worst, from the undeniable reaction your body has to him.

He pauses for a moment, when his hips finally press fully against the round curve of your ass and he is as deep as he can go, stretching you past the point of discomfort. Your hips are pinned against the edge of the desk, there is nowhere to go.

“Crying already and I’ve barely started,” he observes, though there is no malice in his voice. “Perhaps next time you will consider my offer.” He leans close, pumping into you slowly and shallowly. “You know it need not be like this every time. There is no reason for you to be in pain other than your pride.”

You attempt a derisive snort at that but only manage to sound bratty. “Fuck you.”

He rolls his hips, seating himself somehow even deeper and you can’t help but gasp again.

“Every—- every time?” You fish for something, anything to say to distract yourself from reality.

“Surely you didn’t think it would be just one time? And I will have you here.” He reaches forward to tap your mouth. “And here.” With his hand gripping your ass he brushes a thumb over the tight pucker.

The touch makes you squirm in shock and embarrassment and oh, yes, an unhealthy measure of arousal that you steadfastly try to ignore. Impossible. He can tell, and over your shoulder, you see him lick his thumb, then do it again, this time massaging his wet thumb around your rim, with just the slightest bit of pressure, and it makes you quiver. With just a bit more, he circles, and presses the tip of his thumb inside. You squeal at the intrusion and clamp down on him, hard.

His movement stutters for a moment, then resumes. “You are a plaything,” he says, and you hear new warmth in his voice, amusement, maybe. “And I intend to enjoy you. I am confident you will come to enjoy my company as well.” He plunges into you again at just the right angle, the one that had made you clench around him before.

“There,” he whispers, his breath hot on your neck as he arches over you, and repeats the motion slowly, rolling his hips just so. It pulls insistently at the thread of your arousal.

“Don’t.. don’t do that.” You strain to keep the note of pleading out of your voice.

“This?” He does it again.

“Y- yes.” Your breath hitches. With his thumb still hooked in your ass, and his thick cock splitting you open, you can hardly think, let alone resist.

You will not enjoy this, you repeat to yourself. It takes all your willpower to insist to yourself that you don’t like him. Dimly, you cling to irritation at his overconfidence, to your fear, to humiliation. You may grudgingly submit, but you will never enjoy his company. You are mounted over a Grand Admiral’s desk and he is using you as a toy, a convenient hole to fuck, and you should hate it.

Should.

“I see that you will require some additional training,” he murmurs. His accent has grown a little stronger, his movements a little more urgent. “To be of use to me.”

He braces himself with one hand flat on the desk, right next to your face. He rides you fast and hard now, forcing your cunt wide around him with every thrust. You shove away your arousal each time it rises, grasping at the edge of the desk and once, briefly, at his blue hand next to your head— which you release very quickly. You will not give him the satisfaction.

It swells in you, though, an insistent, pulsing heat, much too big to ignore, and makes you tight and slick around his cock, makes you pant and moan, makes you sob with undisguised need when he holds you down with a firm hand that nearly spans the width of your back so he can pound you mercilessly.

He loses none of his efficiency and control. Nothing rough, not like you had feared, but he makes it very clear that he owns you. He owns your cunt, your mouth, your ass, and he will, eventually, own your pleasure too.

He is quiet when he comes. Only a soft grunt. His movement jerks and stalls, and you feel a distinct pulsing within you. His cock seems to grow even larger, overfilling you as he pumps his cum into you. So much of it. It’s leaking out, dripping down your thighs even before he pulls away.

Wetness gushes from you when he withdraws. In the cold it runs sticky and sluggish down your legs.

You stay there, cheek flat on the desk, as your breath slowly comes back to you. When you move to stand up, he pushes you back down again.

“We’re not done.”

Before you can process what this means, he’s positioning his cock at your slick, open hole. Thrusts in all the way, so deep and hard the movement shoves you up the desk and forces more of his cum out of you with an obscene sound.

“Fuck!” You gasp in surprise. The sudden feeling of being stuffed and stretched doesn’t hurt now, though your nerves are raw. Oversensitized and keen to every little touch.

Thrawn seems to observe this. He presses in deeper, as deep as he can, and grinds his hips against yours. It makes his thick cock inside you hit just there, kindling again that slow, deep, relentless pleasure that makes you tremble.

Still, you resist it. You had agreed to his plan. His reasoning was sound. But this is a perversion and you owe him nothing more.

Thrawn leans down, his face close to yours. He brushes a strand of hair off your face. He continues rolling his hips, leisurely and measured. You get the feeling he’s studying you, and studying the effect he’s having on your willpower. “No?” His voice is like cool silk.

One small change of angle and he draws a helpless, broken moan from you.

“Fuck…” You can’t quite manage the ‘you’ part of it, but he catches your meaning.

“Very well.” He straightens up, resettles himself. One hand on your waist, the other gripping your ass. He pulls out, drives back in. Again, faster. He does not hold back this time, setting a brutal pace.

You feel almost distant from yourself somehow. You can hear yourself panting. The undeniable swell of need that rises in your core does not feel like it belongs to you. Split open on his cock, you feel yourself clench tightly around him, involuntary, and at that Thrawn gives a strangled growl. He lets himself drop to his forearm, bracketing you on one side. His other hand finds the bend of your hip, and he pulls you to meet each of his thrusts. He is flush against your back, his breath ragged and hot against your neck, balls smacking heavily as he hammers into you.

“Thrawn—“ you give an incoherent, needy moan. The sound he makes in answer very nearly sends you over the edge. Later, when he is gone, you will play it over in your head, the visceral memory reawakening the pulsing ache between your legs. “Thrawn, please—“ if he doesn’t stop, you’re going to—

The tension held in his body pulls tight and snaps, his hips stutter and he cums, his cock flexing and pulsing as he fills you a second time.

You hold yourself still through it, for worry you would follow him. It’s a relief, in its own way, not to give him the satisfaction.

He rests his head on your back, between your shoulder blades. He takes slower, large gulps of breath. He stays like this barely a few seconds before removing himself. You stay long enough to feel the cold again, and your breasts pressed naked against the cold hard stone of his desk.

Empty and aching, you lever yourself up and turn to face him. You resist the urge to cover yourself with your hands, as ineffective as that would be. He is already standing tall, uniform impeccable, looking no different than he had before he had bent you over his desk, except for one errant strand of hair. It gives him a rakish appearance, falling from the crown of his widow's peak.

He has made a mess of you. Your hair is mussed and tangled, your robe and veil in a crumpled pile on the floor, and his spend drying on your legs. Some of it ends up in a puddle at your feet.

Thrawn takes in this sight. “One moment. Stay.” He comes back with a cloth and cleans you up, wipes between your legs, your feet and then the floor.

You want to reject this. You don’t need tenderness or concern from him.

“You have been entrusted to my care,” he speaks, as if answering your thoughts. “I am responsible for your health, your well-being, and your safety.”

You shoot him a suspicious glare. Surely he knows how ridiculous that statement sounds given what just happened on his desk.

He picks up your clothes, smoothes them out and folds them neatly. “You should take more care of these. They are finely made.”

You almost work up the nerve to ask him if you could have an embroidery kit.

He proffers his arm to assist you, and you shove it away at first only to find your legs wobbly. He doesn’t offer again, but simply hoists you over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing at all and carries you through a side hatch, down a short passageway. His metal plate epaulets are cold and dig uncomfortably into your skin.

It is so undignified, you can’t even bring yourself to demand that he put you down. At the end of the passageway, through a second hatch, leads to what is apparently his sleeping cabin. It looks unused. The bed is perfectly made, and there is not a personal item in sight. You don’t have long to look before he brings you into the refresher. It’s not as cramped as you would expect for being aboard a ship, but then again, these are the quarters of a Grand Admiral.

“I have to pee,” you announce, as soon as he sets you down.

Thrawn does not move.

“You’re just gonna stand there and watch?” You snipe.

He raises a blue-black eyebrow. “Can you be trusted alone?”

So you sit, and wait, and have to will yourself to let go and the bastard just stands there with his arms crossed.

“The least you could do is politely look at the ceiling,” you say.

He doesn’t look away. When you’re done, he herds you into the shower with a quiet warning— “real water”— and pushes the button. You jump as it hits your skin, too cold for a few seconds. He watches you clean yourself, too, and you wonder how he would react if you splashed him. You resolve to try it the next time he insists on watching you shower.

“We lived right next to the Imperial Palace and we only got real water once a week,” you say, your thoughts distant. You don’t really expect him to respond, or have much to say to you at all. He said it himself, he has little use for you. For however long you’re with him, you can expect to be lonely. “The rest of the time it was sonics. We used to make bets about which one of us would get stuck with one of you and still not get real water.”

But he surprises you. “It is rationed aboard the ship,” he offers. “Mostly for drinking. This is one of the few quarters that has it available for washing.” You do not miss his gaze roaming over your naked form as you rub lather over yourself. If he weren’t here you would be tempted to seek the release you had denied yourself and him earlier.

Once you are clean and the soap rinsed off, he presses the button again, and towels you dry himself despite your protests that you don’t need help.

As he does, he speaks. “Tomorrow, you will make yourself ready for me. And you will fold your clothes neatly. I do not like untidiness in my quarters. Are my expectations clear?”

“‘Make myself ready?” You say back to him. You know exactly what he means, but it feels unfair that he should get to dodge saying it.

“Masturbate,” he replies, composure unwavering, though there is an edge to his voice. “Since you don’t want me to… touch you there. Get yourself nice and wet for me. I suggest at least two fingers. You seemed to struggle with my size.”

You swallow hard, and perceptive as he is, he does not miss your reaction. You can only wonder what he makes of it. How much he felt…

“One last thing. Tonight I was lenient. From tomorrow, I will administer discipline.”

He lets that hang ominously between you for a moment. You have, at least, the good sense not to ask exactly what he means by it.Then he brings you back into the bedroom and tells you that he has work to do. He orders dinner. You eat methodically, barely tasting it, and he eats nothing. Every time you interrupt him, though most of your questions are inane and just an excuse to get him to look up from his datapad, he answers calmly and patiently. Never dismissive. Though, you think you do get an eye twitch when you ask him why he’s blue. When you go to bed-- his bed-- he does not join you, instead he sits in an armchair in the corner of the room. He stays there long after you turn off the light, his glowing eyes and the dim datapad screen an unsettling reminder of his presence as you drift off to sleep.

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togepication · 1 year ago

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prev post reminded me of a sticker my boss has on her computer that says “be nice to me, i manage your payroll” and it’s kind of like you should honestly nawttttt be saying that to ur underpaid part time employees you undershift without communication + also don’t regularly send pay stubs w your deposits LOLLLLL whatever. kills myself

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wuxiaphoenix · 2 years ago

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Worldbuilding: Under Where

When you’re building a story, consider. How deeply do you want your character to know their world? How personal is the story? What is the scale you want to write on?

Basically, if you’re going for an epic save-the-world fantastic story, you can gloss over a lot of little details. What do people eat? Eh, whatever the tavern/spacer’s bar is serving. How do they travel? Whatever’s most Dramatic. Does it actually make sense to feed horses in this passless mountain range/ pump fuel to spaceships in this particular abandoned space lane? Eh, who cares? So long as the action or mystery is tantalizing enough, you just need to sketch the basics and let the readers’ minds fill in the rest.

A specific example? If the story’s a Traditional Heroic Fantasy or otherwise R-rated then your Evil Overlords can strip characters naked and never mention underwear.

....However, if you’re aiming for a solid PG-13 where they’re almost naked, you need to know!

In the case of Colors of Another Sky, I may eventually have my characters crossing oceans to other continents. Yet it still won’t be an epic quest. It’ll be for personal reasons. And maybe kingdom-level reasons, but it’s not a “the world is at stake!” More “the climate’s going to get worse and we need time and resources to try and keep it from getting worse for us personally. Also, I want chocolate.”

Yes, they’re out to save lives, but... it’s not meant to be epic. I want to tell a story of specific people, and part of that is how hard it is to acculturate to an entirely new way of life. So I need details on a much finer scale than Epic. Food. Building styles. Clothes. And yes, underwear. Because that’s a detail that is very hard to change in your life and get used to.

Seriously, look up stuff by historical reenactors. There are no shenanigans like clothing shenanigans. Though learning that your silk clothes could stay cool and clean through several wearings because your linen undershifts handled the sweat and body oils, and thus might need to be boiled clean... interesting.

So. Underwear. Cooking. Heating. Labor-saving devices. All things that make life bearable, or annoying, depending on your day. Because sometimes making life better means killing monsters before they kill you. And sometimes....

Well. Sometimes it means improvising a washing machine.

(Working mothers are going to love them, so much....)

#creative writing #worldbuilding #colors of another sky

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gamecubiee · 2 years ago

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UnderTail.

I made a SockpupetTale once (Under Sock??)

HhhHHhh

Killertale

Farmtale

Swaptale is probs a thing

TS! Underswap

Underspin

Undershift

Shiftshift

GasterTale

DreamTale-

underlus-

DO NOT MENTION THE LAST ONE. (HAS SEEN THE HORRORS)

farmtale sounds delightful. if i google it and sans is not in overalls and a straw hat i will be so pissed/NSRS

#shapeshivvter talks

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dalleyan · 2 years ago

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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Imperfection posted, 12-13-23)

Kata and Arawine share an early morning conversation. (Romance, Family)

(October, 45 IV)

Kata smiled into the mirror, watching her new husband as he moved about their chamber readying himself for the day. They had been wed a little over a sennight now, and it still sent a tingle through her to realize they were finally joined as man and wife.

She pulled herself from her musings and rose, dropping her robe on the bed and slipping quickly into her undershift and then the gown she had chosen to wear. As her head came through the collar, she noted Arawine was seating himself on the bench she had vacated in order to pull on his boots. He still had not yet donned his shirt and she watched the muscles in his back ripple with his movements.

Moving toward him, she noticed, not for the first time, the few scars sprinkled over his torso. As he had never actually been a soldier, she suspected most of them had been garnered during his rough play with Theodred, but there was a rather curiously shaped one on his shoulder that puzzled her. She stepped in close behind him, winding her arms about his neck and pressing a kiss to his head, and he reached up to draw her close, smiling tenderly at her reflected image.

They stayed thus for several moments, enjoying the intimacy, but at length Kata drew her left hand from his hold and fingered the small white scar on his shoulder. He silently waited, an eyebrow raised in curiosity until she queried, “Beloved, how did you come by this wound? It is an unusual shape and in a surprising location.”

He grinned sheepishly at her and ducked his head. Glancing back up, his eyes twinkling, he commented, “I am not certain how my aunts and uncles have managed to overlook telling that tale to Esgalmir in order to embarrass Theodred!” All week, his family had been thoroughly enjoying telling Theodred’s betrothed the most appalling stories about his youth, much to his horror. Though Arawine had been as much involved as Theodred in most of the escapades described, they had gleefully focused on tormenting their brother rather than their nephew.

Kata was watching his reflection, but he caught her wrist and drew her around to sit on his lap as he continued his explanation.

continue reading on AO3:

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/52244710/chapters/132157045)

#eomer #lothiriel #elfwine chronicles #lord of the rings #lotr #Arawine son of Elfwine #Kata of Dale

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jmbringitonworld · 4 years ago

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The Prince Papyrus Phone Call Phenomenon - Part 2

So this is a continuation of this fic. It took me a while to get this out, because I've been distracted by other drabbles and lost motivation for this. But I've finally finished it and can put it behind me.

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Eventually, I made my way back to Hotland and arrived at a Laboratory. Inside, I discovered a large screen which appeared to be broadcasting my every action, which was certainly very creepy, along with a mess of documents scattered everywhere, photos of the Dreemurr family proudly displayed on the covered desk and along the walls, and well tended flowers in every free space. I was soon greeted by yet another goat monster.

"Golly, I didn't expect you to arrive here so soon! I'm not ready yet, the place is still such a mess, I have yet to water all of the flowers and I've not even put the kettle on..." he fretted to himself, rubbing his large, furry paws together worriedly, before he seemed to pull himself together and gave me a friendly smile. "Howdy, my name is Asgore Dreemurr. You've met my wife, Toriel, and my children, Asriel and Chara. It is such a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I have been observing your journey thus far through the surveillance cameras spread throughout the Underground, and I must confess myself quite the fan of yours. I'm so very grateful to you for your kindness towards my children and for the mercy you've shown my wife, despite her actions against you. Would you like a cup of tea? I would appreciate the chance to get to know you better, human."

Well now, this was certainly a pleasant change from being constantly attacked by nearly every monster I came across. If only every monster could be so friendly and welcoming, it'd make my job a lot easier. Sadly, before I could accept Asgore's generous offer, the pleasant atmosphere was cut short by the arrival of Undyne, the incredibly popular, cyborg celebrity of the Underground. She made quite the entrance as she smashed through several walls, before energetically conducting her game show, starring yours truly.

Just as her show was starting to ramp up, Paps once more proved his perfect timing by phoning in to check up on me. Undyne had by far the worst reaction to the interruption and my subsequent ignoring of her to take the call. She was so enraged, she started hurling spears everywhere, destroying most of the lab, which forced her to end her show prematurely, though she vowed that her next show would be even more epic, before making her grand exit through the ceiling. Thankfully, Asgore had pulled me into his massive arms to protect me as soon as the spears started flying, so that automatically put him in my good books. He didn't even seem too bothered about his lab being trashed (apparently a fairly common occurrence), he was just glad that I was unharmed. Dad material, right there. He did have some bad news though. When I'd first appeared Underground, he'd reactivated all of the Hotland traps and, with much of his lab in ruins, he couldn't deactivate them. At least he promised to call me to help me get through them.

Now, if I thought that my journey through Waterfall was hectic, that was nothing compared to the utter chaos that Hotland brought. It seemed that Undyne's loud, angry yelling had Paps concerned for my safety, so his phone calls became even more frequent. On top of that, having been reunited with his mother, Azzy's confidence had soared and he also called me more often, usually being accompanied by Toriel. Naturally, they managed to interrupt each and every one of Asgore's calls and Goat Dad would get so distracted talking to his family that he'd forget to help me with the puzzles. Luckily Paps was willing to advise me, even though he hated lasers on conveyors, calling them his "least favourite nightmare". On the bright side, when I met up with Chara again, at her illicit pizza stand, she offered me a free pizza slice and shared some of her chocolate with me, in commiseration for my troubles. I have such great friends.

Speaking of which, I was growing increasingly concerned for Undyne. With all of the now constant phone calls, she couldn't host a single show in peace and was growing more and more irate with each disaster, destroying her sets in her rage, then storming off, yelling "NGAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" at the top of her lungs. That couldn't be healthy.

Eventually, I arrived at the Core, where I could take an elevator to the Capital. Outside the Resort, I was met by Chara, who invited me for another meal, at the restaurant. She used her weird time powers again to get us inside, but since I had my own weird time powers I wasn't one to judge. Our conversation certainly was... enlightening.

"It looks like the end of your journey is fast approaching, Frisky. It's been a lot of fun, having you around. Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay here in the Underground with us? I know Mum and Dad adore you, and Asriel thinks the world of you. And me? Well, I wouldn't mind having a sister like you," she confessed, a little shyly but completely sincere. "All I'm saying is, you could have a good life here. Good food, plenty of laughs and a loving family. Is what you have to do really worth it?"

I was incredibly touched by her offer. I admit, it was tempting. I had grown really close to her entire family, in fact all of Monsterkind was dear to me, and she in particular had quickly become a precious friend to me. But despite everything, my mission was just too important to me to give up, no matter what. Maybe one day, though...

"I can see your determination, you won't be persuaded then. Very well, I won't press the issue further," she smiled sadly, looking resigned yet accepting my decision. Then, she looked down in thought, her brows furrowed as she seemed to be contemplating something. "You know, you're the first human I've ever considered a friend. I didn't go up Mt Ebott for a happy reason; I actually hate humanity. Falling into the Underground and meeting the Dreemurrs was the best thing that ever happened to me. They welcomed me into their family without hesitation, they showed me the love and acceptance my human family never did. They care for me so much. More than I deserve, really," her expression darkened considerably, her fists clenching on the table. "I hate how my very presence drove my family apart, I hate how much they sacrificed for me. I don't like humans, far from it, but that doesn't mean I wanted anyone to die for me! I don't... I'm not worth all that," she finished in a whisper, a heartbroken look of self-loathing on her face.

I couldn't take it any longer and reached towards her, placing my hands atop hers and winding my fingers gently, yet insistently, around her shaking ones. Giving her hands a firm squeeze, I tried to convey all I felt through my face and my words.

"You are worth so much more than you think."

Chara looked up at me, giving me a wobbly but very warm smile, so unlike her usual large (and occasionally creepy) one.

"You sound like the Prince. He's also very kind and compassionate, always encouraging and supportive, even when he has no reason to be," her smile turned fond and she glanced away shyly, her naturally pink cheeks darkening further, I noticed with interest. "I met Prince Papyrus one day when I was feeling particularly down. I wanted to be alone, so I walked as far into the woods as I could and came upon a large door. The very one I met you near, in fact. I knocked on the door and, when no one answered, I sat in front of it and, well... started crying," she was very embarrassed at the admission. Chara had always seemed so strong and confident, always very sure of herself, so showing me so much vulnerability must have been difficult for her. I was incredibly touched and honoured at this blatant show of trust. I gave her hands another squeeze and tried to look as encouraging and non-judgmental as possible, as she continued her tale, her expression growing increasingly tender as she talked and, dare I say, love-struck. Huh. Interesting.

"It turned out that I was not as alone as I thought I was since, not long later, a voice came through the door, sounding genuinely worried, asking me what was wrong. He introduced himself as the Prince and tried his best to comfort me. He was... so kind... despite us being complete strangers. And he never pushed me to reveal anything I wasn't comfortable with, he just offered to lend me an ear. Uh, metaphorically speaking, of course, since he's a skeleton and all. And, well, I guess I was so moved by the sincerity of his concern for me that I took him up on his offer.

"I talked to him about my feelings, never going into detail, I didn't want him knowing I was human, after all, I'm not that stupid. But I did vent to him quite a lot about my problems and fears, and throughout it all he kept listening, sounding genuinely interested and concerned, like he really cared about me. And he never gave me any fake pity, didn't spout any useless, empty platitudes. He seemed to truly sympathise with me, like he understood. He even shared his own worries with me. It was nice, having someone confide in me, trusting me with their feelings like that. So when he said I could come back anytime I wanted to... I did. I kept going back to him. To talk, to listen, to vent about family drama, to tell jokes; you know, he's actually really good at telling puns, even if he'll never admit it because of his brother's fondness for them.

"Anyway, over time we became really good friends. My only friend, really, before you came along, since I can't get too close to other monsters or they might find out what I am. He's really... important to me," her blush was getting darker and she was starting to fidget in her chair. It was adorable, really, seeing the normally so unflappable and smooth Chara look so smitten and besotted, like a schoolgirl with her first crush. I definitely shipped it. Suddenly, she seemed to hesitate, looking uncomfortable about something, before giving me a guilty, apologetic look.

"I'm ashamed to admit this, but I actually... considered killing you that first time we met," she confessed, hunching in on herself a bit in remorse. I blinked at her in surprise. "I just didn't want to put that burden on my family, not again! I was desperate! And I thought that, if I got your soul and secured our freedom, then maybe the other monsters might accept me. I know that doesn't excuse anything, though. I'm sorry. And I swear, I have absolutely no intention of hurting you anymore," she vowed adamantly, gaze sincere, squeezing my hands in return.

"It's fine, really, I totally get it. And no harm done, right? So forget about it, it's all water under the bridge," I reassured her. I'd forgiven much worse, after all. I certainly wasn't about to start holding grudges now, let alone against one of my best friends. I looked at her curiously as a thought occurred to me. "So why did you decide against taking my soul?"

She once more started blushing shyly, looking embarrassed. "I promised Prince Papyrus I'd look out for you, didn't I?"

Well, that explained it. Papy's incredible timing strikes again. Love sure makes you do weird things. I could certainly sympathise. At that thought, I couldn't help recalling my own crush. It seemed Chara and I had a lot more in common than I'd first thought.

"For what it's worth," she continued, "I'm really glad I changed my mind. If I hadn't, I would have lost one of the best friends I've ever had"

And then she gave me an absolutely radiant smile. I have to admit, it got me feeling pretty bashful. I kinda wished I had my own hoodie to hide in at that moment. If she ever smiles like that at Paps, she'll knock him dead.

"Anyway, I'll let you go now, Frisky," she said, finally letting go of my hands and standing up from the table. "I wish you the best of luck on your mission, whatever it is. Just don't forget, I'm rooting for you, buddy. And please, take care of yourself. Because there are people who really care about you. Like me."

With that, she gave me an encouraging grin and a wink, then suddenly disappeared. Wow, her time powers were cool. Maybe I should ask her about them sometime.

After that little detour, I continued on my way to the Core, where I was given the same hostile welcome I'd come to expect throughout my journey. The monsters here were even more spirited than usual, bolstered by their celebrity's rowdy and vibrant presence. Everyone was hoping to impress their boisterous idol by being the "first" to capture me. Fans sure are terrifying.

My final encounter with Undyne happened deep inside the Core, surrounded by cameras, to record her epic victory. The stage was all set for her final showdown with me, lights blazing, speakers blaring out her theme song, and she was looking more determined than ever, having locked Asgore outside of the room when he'd tried to rush in to save me (bless his fluffy heart). She was all geared up and ready to go, cyborg parts gleaming and hair (somehow) blowing majestically in a non-existent wind, when a very familiar ringing cut through the music. That was the final straw for her.

"NGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! Who keeps interrupting my EPIC SPEECHES?!?!"

She leapt in front of me, ripped my phone from my hand, answering it, then yelled into it, "Listen here, PUNK, I'm trying to put on an EPIC LIFE AND DEATH SHOW! So get lost and DON'T call this number again, understand?!", before hanging up, shoving the phone back into my hands and returning to her original position.

"NOW, let the show finally BEGIN!"

What followed was one of the toughest battles I'd ever been in. She was relentless and ruthless. I'd died so many times, I was getting truly sick of hearing her say the same things over and over again. It was all starting to sound like white noise to me at that point. It was only through sheer, unwavering determination, using her own spears against her and no small amount of dumb luck (and some skill on my part!), that I was finally able to damage her artificial implants enough for a break to be called while her body powered down. I opened the door keeping Asgore out and he immediately rushed inside, getting to work straight away repairing Undyne's body. During this break, viewers were able to call in and voice their support, the first of which I soon recognised as Alphys.

I'd known the reclusive monster was a fan of Undyne's, as I'd noticed the latter's merchandise scattered throughout Alphys's home, but I hadn't been aware of how deep her feelings for Undyne went until Alphys started shyly, and with a great deal of stuttering, confessing her admiration for her idol, and praising her profusely. It was an awkward, yet still heartfelt and emotional confession, one which neither I nor Undyne herself were at all prepared for, though Undyne did appear deeply moved by it. At least it meant she was giving up on trying to kill me and was going to focus more on her devoted fans. It was a win for everyone.

Afterwards, Asgore led me towards the elevator that would take me directly to the Capital. He seemed to be hesitating over something, looking very conflicted, so I waited patiently for him get whatever was troubling him off of his chest. Turns out he just wanted to tell me that the only way for me to leave through the barrier was for me to kill a boss monster, such as the King, and absorb their soul. Well, I knew that already. And there was absolutely no way I was going to do that. I didn't come here and travel through the entire Underground, getting attacked by monsters every step of the way, just to leave without having accomplished anything. Not a chance.

So we parted ways and I made my way through the Capital, being stopped every so often by monsters wanting to tell me the tragic story of the First Fallen Human. She was a young girl named Shift, who, upon her arrival, had been found by Napstablook, a melancholic ghost monster who liked to wander the old Ruins by themselves whenever they wanted some solitude. The two became fast friends and Blooky took the human child to their home in Waterfall, where she was taken in by the Blook family, growing particularly close to both Napstablook and their more lively cousin, Mettablook.

Things were great for a while and the Underground was full of hope, but then one day the human fell gravely ill. On her deathbed, she wished for her soul to be absorbed and her body brought to the Surface, to be buried beneath the bed of golden flowers which grew in the nearby human village she originally came from. Upon her death, Mettablook did as she had asked and absorbed her soul, using his new, more powerful form to carry the girl's body through the Barrier and towards her former home. However, the humans from the village were alarmed at the sight of a strange and fearsome monster carrying a dead human child. Believing the monster to have killed the child, the humans attacked him with everything they had. Instead of fighting back and easily destroying the humans with his new power, Mettablook chose to show them mercy and, clutching the child in his arms, returned to the Underground.

Succumbing to his many injuries, Mettablook died within the castle. As per monster tradition, his dust was scattered over his favourite items and, at Napstablook's request, Shift's body was taken to Waterfall's Garbage Dump, where she was buried beneath her favourite patch of golden flowers. It was there where, overcome with grief at the loss of both their best friend and their closest family member, Napstablook passed away, their dust spreading across the flowers. It was with this grave injustice in mind that later on, once he'd ascended the throne, King Sans declared that every human who falls into the Underground must die and their souls collected. With seven human souls, the Barrier would finally be shattered and monsters could be free at last.

I listened to all of this with a heavy heart. So much death, so much pain... all because of one idiot kid's stupid wish... But I would make up for the wrongs of the past. I promised.

One more surprise came for me in the Last Corridor. Half way through, Chara suddenly appeared before me, looking more serious than I'd ever seen her. It was my time to be judged.

"Greetings, Frisk," she started, forgoing my usual nickname. "So you finally made it. The end of your journey is at hand. In a few moments, you will meet the King. Together... you will determine the future of this world. That's then. Now, you will be judged. You will be judged for your every action. You will be judged for every... uh... hey, Frisky? You listening to me, buddy?" she questioned, noticing my very obvious distraction. I blinked, snapping to attention.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you there. It's just... I haven't heard from Papyrus in a while. Not since the Undyne fiasco. He's never been silent this long and it's not like him at all. I'm getting a little worried," I told her, biting my lip as I fretted over our mutual friend. It was just so unlike the talkative skeleton to not contact me for so long. I really hoped nothing had happened to him. Chara frowned at the news, looking to the side in thought.

"That is odd. I guess... if you're that worried about him... I guess I could go talk to him, make sure he's all right?" she suggested. I beamed in relief at her offer.

"That'd be great! Thanks, Chara, you're a real pal. And I'm sure Paps would really appreciate you checking up on him," I grinned suggestively at her and she huffed at me, a light blush spreading on her cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, idiot," she rolled her eyes at me in mock irritation. "Now, back to my little spiel. I've got a job to do, after all."

And with that, she went on to explain all about EXP and LOVE, before judging me a soft-hearted weenie who kept stubbornly trying to do the right thing, no matter how difficult others made it for me. Yep, sounds about right. Though I would've appreciated a little less sarcasm from her. But with that out of the way, she gave me a wink and a large grin, before seemingly vanishing into thin air again. Shoot, I forgot to ask her about her funky time powers again.

I exited the Judgment Hall and soon stood in front of the entrance to the Throne Room. Before me lay the end of my journey, where the fate of Monsterkind would be decided, and where I would finally meet the one monster I had been most looking forward to seeing: King Sans the skeleton. Taking a deep breath, I gathered all of my courage and determination and stepped forward to face my destiny.

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Finally! Now that that's done I can put it behind me and move on. There's a sequel in the works, to complete the story, but it's going to get pretty heavy and angsty, so I'm putting it off for the time being. I'm just not in the mood for it; I'd much rather write short, fluffy drabbles for now.

Besides, there's been very little interest in this fic, so I don't feel any real need to continue a story no one wants to read. As it stands, this fic works fine on its own, the sequel would only reveal and confirm a few things that most people should already be able to guess, given the numerous hints and clues I left throughout the fic. If you're really curious, ask me and I'll tell you, but otherwise I'll let you guys figure it out.

#undertale au #undershift #frisk #frans #chara #papyrus #papara #what started as one headcanon exploded into an entire AU #all the gang is mentioned don't feel like tagging them all #JMB Writes #actual fic this time

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ask-dcf · 2 years ago

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GET EM SHIFT GET EM!

Lol dat demon underestimates shift!Chara’s trauma.

Anyways thank you so much! I figured I would request this since you love Shift!Chara so much. Won’t be surprised if she tried to body bags your chara cuz she went toe to toe with a Magic Golem who has a plethora of magic abilities~ Though maybe that just me having over confidence in my characters X…D

Thanks again!~ Love how peeved Shift!Chara looks.

el big request from @ask-dcf ! apparently the demon reminds shift a little too much of someone she used to know…

little does she know, the demon preys upon the emotionally vulnerable~!

#undertale #datatale #datatale au #chara #undershift #ask blog #ask dcf #art #fanart

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ask-dcf · 7 months ago

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*Data looks at Cheshire who was still scared*

*Flara bangs the wall*

*The reflection on the crystal grew thicker. It now was like a one way mirror. They seem to be starting to get separated from eachother. Ralsei tries pushing against one of the walls*

*Gently placing a claw against the crystal wall, Emeline traces a circle large enough for all three of them, hoping to make some sort of escape.*

*Data grabs Cheshire quickly as Emeline went through the hole. As the walls grow thicker, Flara sees an exit that leads them away.*

*She grabs Ralsei’s scarf and runs*

*Pulls him through the area as it closes behind them*

*As they run down the cave and pass reflections on the wall…. One of the reflections stays…. Turns…. And smiles a creepy smile… Then a voice is heard… unfamiliar to everyone… it was male… sinister sounding… And 4 words… were heard*

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sorsabruh · 3 years ago

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Some cool doodles heh

I am absolutely obsessed with this stupid website

AND SANS

#undertale #undershift #undertale oc #undertale gaster #art #doodles #undertale sans #please i love sans so much #undertale papyrus

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jmbringitonworld · 4 years ago

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The Prince Papyrus Phone Call Phenomenon - Part 1

I'd like to preface this with an explanation. The setting is based on Voltra's Storyshift AU, insofar as the roles of some of the characters have been shifted, but everything else is my own interpretation of what I believe those characters would be like in these specific roles. My knowledge of Storyshift extends to a brief skimming of the wiki page and a few others' fanworks based on this AU. I've never read anything officially tied to it and most likely never will. Moreover, as Voltra is extremely possessive of the Storyshift name, I like to think of the AU as "UnderShift", similar to UnderSwap and UnderFell, with Storyshift being one very specific interpretation of that AU, and mine being another very specific interpretation of UnderShift, since every AU can have multiple, very different interpretations. If you disagree, that's fine, you're always free to just ignore me and this fic.

I will also add that the title and major plot element of this fic comes from a headcanon which I shared with @franstastic-ideas back in June. Indeed, quite a few of her headcanons for this AU inspired this work, so I'd like to credit her with some of the ideas, even if this is still mostly my own ravenous plot bunny.

With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy this o((>ω< ))o

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As the doors to the Ruins shut behind me with seeming finality, I thought back to the skeleton I'd left behind. Prince Papyrus was loud, charismatic and brimming with confidence, yet also kind and considerate. He'd guided me through much of the Ruins, making sure I knew how to solve all of its many puzzles, then, after explaining how to reach his Home, he'd left me to explore the place at my leisure, promising me a surprise when I came to visit. He'd been initially reluctant to let me leave, given how lonely he was in his isolation, as he carried out his "very important duties" of being caretaker of the Ruins and guide and protector to all the humans who fell into the Underground, but after explaining to him how I had my own extremely important mission to accomplish, he'd let me go with a fierce hug, a plate of spaghetti and a promise that, should I ever reconsider his offer to stay, I'd be welcomed back with open arms.

I hadn't wandered too far from the Ruins exit when I got the feeling I was being watched. Excited to meet yet another interesting monster, I kept going until my stalker eventually decided to approach me. They appeared humanoid, with the hood of their large, green hoodie completely obscuring their face, and held out their gloved hand for me to shake. Always willing to greet a new pal, I lifted me hand when suddenly, a loud ringing echoed in the silence. The stranger immediately started snickering at the interruption, their hand going to their head, shaking it in disbelief, dislodging their hood just enough to reveal the very human face underneath. Despite the shock I felt at seeing another human (also a girl, I noticed, looking a bit older than me) in the Monster kingdom, I automatically reached into my pocket and fished out my phone, answering the call.

"GREATINGS HUMAN!" at the loud voice, the other human immediately froze and went very quiet. "IT IS I, PRINCE PAPYRUS. I WANTED TO CHECK UP ON YOU, MAKE SURE YOU WEREN'T MISSING ME TOO MUCH. IT MUST BE VERY LONELY FOR YOU, HAVING NO OTHER FRIENDS BESIDES ME IN THE UNDERGROUND. BUT WORRY NOT, FOR I SHALL KEEP YOU COMPANY."

And here I'd wondered if I'd ever hear his voice again. Delighted, I informed him that I had indeed been missing him terribly, but that I'd just met a new friend out here, whom Prince Papyrus immediately wanted to talk to. I handed the phone to the human who, despite the panicked look on her face, hesitantly took the phone and greeted the prince. As it turns out, the two were actually friends and the human (rather reluctantly) promised the skeleton that she'd look after me for him. How kind! After the call ended, the other girl let out a resigned sigh, then turned back to me with a smile.

"Greetings. I am Chara Dreemurr. Since you're new to the Underground, I must warn you that the Monster King has issued an order that all humans who fall here must be captured and brought to him. Be careful as you make your way through here, for sentries, like my brother Asriel, and members of the Royal Guard patrol this forest. But, as I promised the Prince, I shall keep an eye out for you, so there's no need to worry. Or worry him," here her smile sharpened slightly as she gave me a meaningful look. "Besides, my little brother is a soft-hearted crybaby, he's harmless, even if he doesn't think so."

"Neat. Well, I'm Frisk," I introduced myself as well. "I appreciate your help, Chara, though I'm not all that worried for my safety. I have a mission to complete, you see, one I'm absolutely determined to see through to the end and nothing is going to stop me". Not even death, apparently.

I kinda wondered how come the monsters never captured her, but she merely held up a mask with a simple smiley face on it. Made sense. Her adopted family had also been trying their best to shield her from the others and keep her identity hidden, so that helped too.

Meeting the Amazing Asriel didn't go as smoothly as he'd hoped. Just as he'd started introducing himself, my phone rang. His fur puffed up in annoyance at the interruption and he started pouting (quite adorably) when I ignored him to answer the call. Prince Papyrus was checking up on me once again, which was also quite adorable. The goat monster clearly didn't appreciate being ignored and sulked off in a huff. Moody teens, I shrugged.

Asriel soon bounced back though, fired up and determined to capture me to gain his parents' approval and bring his estranged family back together again. To that end, he'd set up various traps and puzzles around the forest, as was monster tradition, and kept taunting me, calling me childish insults ("You idiot!" and "You're so stupid!" being his favourites). Sweet kid, I could see why Chara was so fond of him. The Royal Guard's Canine Unit was pretty great too, always so happy to be pet, despite what their enthusiastic weapon swinging would have you believe. The only downer, besides the many attempts on my life I mean, was that I'd noticed that gloomy flower I'd met in the Ruins seemed to be spying on me from a distance. They always sank back into the ground whenever I'd try to approach them. Shame, I really felt like we could've been good friends.

Prince Papyrus called again a few times, each with perfect dramatic timing, managing to interrupt every one of Asriel's puzzle explanations or prideful boastings, further infuriating the wannabe Guardsman, til at last he ended up cancelling his final (and most dangerous looking) trap and storming off before I could even answer the call. Chara just gave me a pat on the back, telling me not to worry about him, that he'd be fine. She was clearly enjoying the entire fiasco. I couldn't blame her.

Snowdin Town was just as I'd expected, quaint, cosy and covered in festive decorations. After fully exploring the place, talking to all of the residents and stocking up on food, I exited the town and was confronted once again by Asriel. He was serious about capturing me this time and drew me into an encounter. During the FIGHT, he explained his motivations to me, in between his attacks.

"Do you know why we're under orders to capture fallen humans? It's because monsters need just one more human soul to break the Barrier keeping us all trapped Underground. You get it? Monsters need one more human soul. Any human soul. And if they find out about Chara, they'll take her soul just like they took the souls of the other six humans who fell here. I-I can't let that happen, I won't let that happen! I will protect my sister!" Asriel declared, all fired up. Then his face fell a little. "My parents feel the same way. They'd do anything to keep Chara safe, even if... even if it means sacrificing other humans. Mom trained real hard and became head of the Royal Guard. Now she spends all her time training in her dojo in Waterfall, preparing for when the final human falls. Dad shut himself in his lab, completely absorbed in his research. He rarely ever comes out. I barely ever see them any more, they're always so busy with their work, they never make time for me. But if I capture you and we're freed! We could be a family again. Just like we used to be."

Poor kid looked so desperate, my heart went out to him. But I couldn't sacrifice myself for him, no matter what, my mission was just too important. Besides, I knew dying wouldn't solve anything. It never did.

Once Asriel had finally tired himself out and we'd ended the fight, I tried to comfort him as best as I could. The flirting seemed to help. It'd got him to stop crying at least, though the bashful stuttering wasn't much better. He then invited me to hang out with him at his house. It was quite the experience, I'll say that much. I had a lot of fun, but could've done without the bag of burnt, star-shaped cookies. I tried to bite into one but it was too hard. Thankfully, it was small enough to swallow whole, which made Asriel happy. The SAVE points would heal me later anyway, so I swallowed another just to see him smile. We even exchanged phone numbers, with him blushing the whole time. Cute. I couldn't resist reaching out to pet his fluffy head. He let out a startled bleat, covered his mouth in embarrassment and dashed off towards his room, shouting about needing to go water his plants. So cute.

As I made my way into Waterfall, I remarked to myself how surprising it was that Papyrus didn't interrupt that entire time. Truly, his timing was impeccable. I met up with Chara again at her other sentry station and we went out for a meal at Burgerpants's Burger Barn, where we chatted about her brother, her parents and that gloomy flower while eating chocolate-covered burgers. Papyrus had called as she was handing me a mystery bottle, startling her into spilling its contents all over both of our dishes. Neither of us were too bothered by this and just continued our meal. Burgerpants, however, did seem bothered and kept making various horrified and mildly horrifying faces at us ("You girls are nasty!"). Friendship truly is a wondrous thing.

I ended up receiving many calls from Papyrus throughout my journey through Waterfall, with some even being interrupted by Asriel's calls. One notable time was during my encounter with Shyren and all four of us ended up putting on a sell-out show, with Papyrus and Asriel singing loudly through the phone. Less entertaining were the times they called me as I was being ruthlessly hunted down by the captain of the Royal Guard, Asriel and Chara's mother Toriel. Reassuring Papyrus that all was well while being pelted by fireballs was a challenge. One which I got steadily better at the more times I had to repeat the experience. As you can imagine, it got pretty hectic at times.

The highlight of it all was when Toriel burned down the bridge I was standing on and I fell straight into the Garbage Dump, landing on a very familiar bed of golden flowers. They were my favourite flowers, I'd always loved them and it made me very happy to see this bed so obviously well cared for. I wondered who did it, I'd have loved to thank them. As nostalgic as this place made me, I couldn't stay, I was still on a mission. Despite that, I couldn't resist stopping by Blook Acres and visiting the snail farm. It was being run by Alphys, a shy monster who I'd first met in the Ruins. She invited me into her house to geek out over anime and in return, I'd shown her how to lie down and feel like garbage. I never bothered to ask her why she covered herself with a white sheet, it seemed rude to ask. I was just glad the snails were being looked after, since the previous owners had either left or dusted.

To my great surprise, Asriel's burnt cookies actually came in handy at one point. In a very dark room, I'd discovered that the blue lamps that dotted the place lit up when touched, or when a cookie was thrown at them. I used up the entire bag trying to find the exit. I was glad I kept them.

Toriel Dreemurr seemed to share her son's flair for the dramatic, as she'd met me atop a stormy mountain (actually the top of a cave entrance, but I gave her points for the ambiance), looking suitably imposing and intimidating in her gleaming golden armour. Predictably, just as she was starting to tell me the tragic tale of her people, my phone rang. Toriel paused, looking dumbfounded at the interruption, then frowned harshly at me, her eyes narrowing further as I answered the call out of habit. Her glare made me feel like a naughty child being scolded by her mother, so I quickly ended the call and apologised contritely.

As I was once more running from a barrage of deadly fireballs, I thought I caught a glimpse of Chara at a sentry station just inside Hotland, but she was gone when I looked back. Shortly after, though, Asriel jumped between his mother and I, arms spread wide to shield me from his mother's wrath.

"Stop Mom, I won't let you do this!"

"My child, leave here at once. This does not concern you," Toriel was stern and unyielding, but Asriel wouldn't be denied.

"It does too! I know you're just trying to protect Chara, but this isn't the way. It's not right to sacrifice others just to save your own and I don't want you living with all this guilt I know you feel."

"Listen to me, my child-"

"NO! For once in your life, Mom, listen to me! Please! Chara and I aren't little kids anymore, we don't need you and Dad to go this far to protect us. What we do need is our parents. We miss you guys. You're never home, you rarely call and we're... I'm so lonely, Mom. So scared. What if... What if something happens to Chara and I'm all alone? What if I'm not strong enough to protect her? What if I'm too weak, too stupid-" He started tearing up, shaking slightly in his distress.

"Asriel, no, little one, enough of that," Toriel went to her son and took him into her arms.

"I really, really miss you two," Asriel's voice, muffled by his mother's fur, was sad and pleading. "Chara tries her best to look after me, I know she does, but she's not you. She can't bake butterscotch-cinnamon pies like you can, or read to me like you can. She can't show me how to care for the flowers like Dad can, or make cool little gadgets like Dad can. I need you Mom. We both need you. So please, come home."

Toriel closed her eyes, tears glimmering at the edges, and hugged her son tighter, head bowed low. "Very well, my child. Let us return home."

As touching as this was to witness, I do admit it was a little awkward for an outsider like me to stand there while mother and son had their emotional reconciliation. Still, I was very happy for the two of them and hoped very much that this meant Toriel would stop trying (and often succeeding) to kill me. Dying is NOT fun, just so you know. It's actually rather painful and traumatic, but luckily I'm not the type of person to let a little thing like that get me down. Anyway, once the two goat monsters had finished hugging it out, they decided to return to their house in Snowdin, inviting me to join them so that Toriel could get to know me better. Naturally, after having been burned to death by her multiple times, I agreed.

Toriel turned out to be a surprisingly chill old lady when she wasn't out for my blood, and she'd even baked me a cinnamon-butterscotch pie as an apology for the whole attempted murder thing. Even better, she was a much better cook than her son and her pie was the best thing I'd ever eaten! I kinda wished I'd saved it for later though, as its healing properties were exceptional. Oh well, at least I still had Papy's spaghetti. Toriel also read to me a fascinating book on snail facts. I even managed to impress her with some of my own snail facts. I used to raise them in the past, after all, and knew quite a lot about them. I miss those days...

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This was originally just supposed to be a light-hearted drabble, focused around my headcanon of Prince Paps continuing to call Frisk even after she left, often accidentally interrupting important moments in her journey. But like all my drabbles, this thing grew without my consent, become so long that I had to split it into two parts (technically more if you include what I plan to relegate to a sequel).

Part two shouldn't take too long, I just need to flesh out more of the dialogue (I hate writing dialogue, getting characters' voices right is so hard). Oh, and in case this is a deal breaker for some, this fic will eventually feature Frans (Frisk x Sans) and some very light Papara (Papyrus x Chara).

Again, shout out to @franstastic-ideas for inspiring so many of my headcanons with her own, and not just limited to this AU, even if they might differ at times.

And as always, massive thanks to the amazing @wolfkice for being so supportive and an all-round wonderful person, whom I'm eternally privileged to call a dear friend. I will take that break eventually, buddy, I promise!

#undertale #undertale au #undershift #frisk #papyrus #chara #asriel #toriel #eventual frans #eventual papara #my shift!frisk is a weirdo and I love her for it #UT!Frisk is also a weirdo when you really think about it #JMB writes #actual fic this time

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