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Chapter Nineteen: A Psychotic Break

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~Oh, she's sweet but a psycho

A little bit psycho

At night she screamin'

"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

Oh, she's sweet but a Psycho~

"HOW DO YOU KNOW SAM AND DEAN?!" He shouted.

It took effort, but I didn't flinch. I blinked and, slowly, raised that eyebrow again. Though I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel the annoyance rising in his mind.

"Tell ya what," I said, putting on my best 'let's make a deal' face, "I'm a reasonable girl, so if you tell me just one thing, then I'll tell ya anything you want to know."

"Hmmm..." The guy studied me, walking in a circle around my chair and eating his lolli-pop.

Normally, I'd be scared out of my wits. This entity in front of me, whoever he was, was clearly immensely powerful; warping reality on that scale isn't exactly a party trick. Just by looking at the scene around me, I knew this guy wasn't Loki. Loki was never this powerful. The Norse god wasn't capable of a full-on reality shift. As long as you knew it was an illusion, Loki couldn't make his illusions solid. Whoever was talking to me now, however, had made four solid copies of himself. It would take an immense amount of raw power to do something like that. One would think that a being with this much power would scare me more than Loki just on principle.

But he didn't.

For some strange reason, he didn't. There was just something about this guy, quite opposite to the original owner of the face he was wearing, that told me he meant no real harm. I didn't want to mess with any more heads but a quick poke around his emotions told me that this guy was a friend to the Winchesters; he was fond of them actually. A part of him looked up to the Winchesters and another part felt like he owed them something. So, if I was their friend, then this entity wasn't going to harm me.

All mind reading and prior knowledge aside, I just wasn't intimidated by him. Maybe it was the cherry-flavored lolli-pop stuck in his mouth. Or maybe it was the height. I'm not one to talk about being vertically challenged but this guy was no Sam Winchester, that was for sure.

"It's up to you." I shrugged, spreading my hands. "But I want you to know, that I have literal days to sit here and not say a word."

The man chuckled and pulled the lolli-pop from his mouth.

"Well, I'd like you to know that I am very good at getting people to talk." He paused, tilting his head to the side as if thinking about something. "Not as good as Castiel o'course. Now, that guy could make em' sing. Wowie!"

The man didn't seem to be making a threat as much as an observation. I could feel my nose scrunch up with discomfort for thoughts of what Castiel might do to me if he ever found out my secret. Would he torture me?

I pushed the thought away and wiped the discomfort from my face, replacing it with a smirk. Now was not the time for grim thoughts.

"I think you'll find that I have an extraordinary talent for saying 'no'," I said, leaning forward and folding my hands together on top of the table.

"You think so?" He challenged, amused by the tiny child that thought she could beat him.

I shrugged.

"It's one of my charms. Besides, are you really gonna torture a kid?" I pointed out. I had to remember to use my physical age as the tool it was.

"Of course not!" The man scoffed, waving a hand, "That's low; even for me."

"Guess we're at a stalemate then!" I sighed.

"Hmm." The man twisted the stick of his Lolli-pop in between his fingers. "What if I were to ask really nicely?"

"I'd say 'no'."

"What if I said 'please'?"

"I'd say 'no'."

"What if I gave you candy?"

"I'd be tempted, then I'd be creeped out, then I'd say 'no'." I grinned at him. The man frowned and pointed his lolli-pop at me accusingly.

"You know, for an eight-year-old or whatever you are, you sure don't act like a kid," He said, I couldn't see past his stupid reflective glasses but I thought he was narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, sorry. Is this better?" I cleared my throat in a very mature way before giving him my best pouty frown and doe-eyed puppy look.

"Mommy tol' me nevur to take candwy fwum stwangurs," I said in an innocent baby voice.

"Hmmm. It's close, but you're still acting just a smidge too old. Maybe a 'goo-goo ga-ga' would help!" He smirked. He'd turned my own sass against me. This guy was good. I kinda wanted to punch him.

"Nah, I don't think it would work," I said, smiling thinly.

"Aw, that's a shame. So how old are you really?" He asked.

"No."

"C'mon!"

"No."

"Geez, kiddo. You are really good at saying that, aren't you?" He tried.

I didn't answer. I just smiled at him, pleasantly. The man rolled his eyes, cursing under his breath.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," He muttered. He turned to me. "Fine! What's your question, kid?"

I folded my hands in my lap and collected my thoughts. He couldn't read my mind, I knew. I felt like a sphinx of stone. Speaking as calmly as I could, I asked my question.

"Earlier, when I called you Loki, you said 'wrong religion' and you said you'd killed him; I'm guessing for a slice of revenge. So, my question for you is this: What's the name of the one that talks to you when you're all alone?"

The man shifted his weight and tugged at the collar of his stupid police outfit. The color drained from his face and all his muscles tightened. He clenched his lolli-pop in his teeth, pressing so hard that it shattered. Moving to grab another, he stuck quivering hands into his pockets, but he didn't remove them. The man raised an eyebrow at me and forced a laugh. He was uncomfortable, deeply so, and afraid of something. Afraid not of the thing itself, but the memory of it. Something was haunting him. I could see it in his eyes. All that time alone.

Using my power, I pulled on that fear.

"That's it?" He scoffed faking nonchalance. I shrugged, simply.

"That's it."

"Call me the Trickster." The man smirked. He ripped off those stupid sunglasses and leaned into a mocking sort of bow. "Pleasure to meet ya, kiddo! No, I don't answer fan-mail."

I tilted my head and kept smiling at him, raising an eyebrow expectantly. I didn't speak. The man's smirk shrank from his face as he slowly straightened back up, regarding me with a suspicious and cautious expression. His feet shifted him a little further away from me.

"What's that smile for?" He asked.

"You didn't answer my question, Mr. Trickster." I kept my voice that same unsettling calm and pulled harder on his fear, feeling it rise and crowd his mind. The guy calling himself the trickster pretended to think about my statement.

"Yeah, no; I'm pretty sure I did." He said, nodding. I smiled wider.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Your question doesn’t make sense, kid.” His voice was harsh and biting.

“Yes, it does.”

“Well, I sure as Hell don’t understand it.”

“Yes, you do.”

The man forced a laugh, but it only came off as nervous; he shook his finger at me.

“Are you a sphinx or something?”

"Only in the metaphorical sense, and you are not so clever as you think."

The man glared at me, his lip curling into a scowl. He leaned against the table and looked down at me. I'd made a wrong move; he was angry now, but I could still fix this.

"And you are way too clever for a kid."

"You're right." I nodded.

"Ya gonna tell me why?"

I leaned forward, looking him dead in the eyes. I grasped onto his fear and yanked on it as hard as I could without making it too suspicious.

"No."

The man scowled, glaring down at me. I kept my face impassive and stared back up at him. It was a battle of wills. Who would be the first to look away? Who would be the first to break?

Not me.

The man cast his eyes to the ceiling, throwing his hands into the air.

"GABRIEL!" He shouted. "My name is Gabriel!”

“You’re the angel?”

“Archangel and yes. Ya happy?!" He asked bitingly.

I smiled again, this time in a much more childish way.

"Yes."

I released my hold on Gabriel’s emotions and folded my hands in my lap. Gabriel nodded briskly. His stupid police getup disappeared, replaced by his outfit from earlier, a white t-shirt beneath a brown leather jacket, and a pair of standard jeans. Across the table from me, a second metal chair appeared out of nowhere and Gabriel pulled it out and sat. Folding his hands in front of him on the tabletop as I had previously done, he studied my face.

“My turn now, right?” He asked.

“That was the deal,” I replied with a shrug, returning to my usual sarcastic ways.

“Alrighty. You like games, kid?” He spoke the word as if he didn’t believe it was true. “Let’s play a game.”

“Ooh goodie! What game? Is it checkers? I’m great at checkers.” I rubbed my hands together in faux excitement.

“It’s easy,” Gabriel smirked. “You think you’re clever? Let’s see how clever. I ask you up to fifteen questions per topic, and you have to answer them. But, here’s the catch: You can only answer with one word. Got it?”

I was about to open my mouth to speak but, taking a look at the expression on the archangel’s face told me that this confirmation of my understanding was his little game’s first round. I pursed my lips, reforming my reply.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why only one word?” He clarified.

“Yeah.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened a bit and he nodded as if understanding something.

“Well, because I’m a professional liar and I know that it is much harder to tell a lie if you can’t provide details. You lie, you lose. And I don’t have to read your mind to know if you’re lying. So, one word,” He explained. I nodded.

“Ready to play?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly, we were sitting in the bunker’s library. Gabriel was smirking at me. The game was on.

It was time to see if I was smarter than a five-billion-year-old cosmic entity. My bets were on no.

***

“Let’s start out easy, shall we? How did you meet the Winchesters?” Gabriel asked.

He watched her face. This game was a test, it was all about the words she chose and the way she said them. The more abstract the child’s answers, the cleverer the kid was. Details of the story she was barely telling registered in the Archangel’s mind; one after the other, like lines on a page.

“Alleyway,” The child answered. Interesting already.

“What happened in the alleyway?”

“Salvaged.” Thinks herself lesser in value.

“From what?”

“Idiots.” Views some as beneath her. Strange.

“Why did the idiots attack you?”

“Inebriated.” Drunk. Why not say drunk? Why choose the word inebriated?

“Were the inebriated idiots all the Winchesters salvaged you from?”

“Abridged.” Another abstract answer. Yes!

“What else was in that alleyway?”

“Suffering.”

“Physical pain or otherwise? Elaborate.”

“All-encompassing.” Hyphenating, clever move.

“Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater! Who said you could hyphenate?” Gabriel spoke accusingly. The girl shrugged with an innocent expression on her face.

“Unstipulated.” Exploiting loopholes; perfect.

“So why was this suffering of yours all-encompassing? What was causing it?” He asked, getting back to the point.

“Shiver.” Not shivering but shiver. Why only say shiver?

“Were you in danger of dying by hypothermia?”

“Agony.”

“But not death?” This question was more directed toward himself, but the girl answered anyway.

“Enduring.” Fierce pain but not death.

“Enduring for what?”

“Victorious.”

“Why do you want to win?”

“Obligation.”

“Obligation to what?”

“Brother.”

“Why?”

“Nevermore,” She said, coolly.

Edger Allen Poe: The Raven: Verse 14; Quoth the Raven “Nevermore”

Time to switch topics.

“Why did the Winchesters help you?”

She shrugged.

“Screamed.” Simple enough. Disappointingly simple.

“Why were you in the alleyway?”

The girl paused.

“Caution.” She said, slowly. Yet she had been attacked. That was an interesting answer.

“Caution for what?”

“Harm.”

Gabriel nodded, that was a little confusing, but he was sure he would figure it out eventually.

“So, were you looking for the Winchesters, or did they find you by chance?”

The girl thought about this for a bit before answering. Just the pause she had taken was interesting, that meant the answer was more complicated than a yes or a no.

“Watching,” She decided.

“Why were you watching?”

“Waiting.” This was getting better by the second.

“Waiting for what?”

She paused again.

“Seek.” There was a secret smile in her eyes when she answered this time. She thinks she has an advantage. Maybe she does…

“Where was this?”

“Michigan.”

“What town?”

It was a trick question; her answer would have to be two words; there was no avoiding it. Only a few minutes into his little game and he was already trying to trip the girl up. That wasn’t cheating or anything; if this kid thought that beating him was going to be a cakewalk then she had another thing coming.

“Two,” She replied.

“The town’s name is two words?” He asked her only to be sure of the context.

��Yes.”

“Okay, answer the question anyway. If I don’t know the town when you give me the word, then you lose.” He challenged. The girl took a second to think.

“Ferry.”

“Was the town Copper Harbor, Michigan?”

The girl grinned.

“Yep.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow and nodded, the smirk on his face growing wider. This kid was clever. He was getting excited. For the first time in he didn’t know how many millennia, Gabriel had a decent game to play, and for the first time in just as many years, he finally had someone to play with. For as long as the archangel could remember, he had loved a good game. He had always relished the challenge of solving a brilliant puzzle or capturing an opponent’s king. When chess had been invented, he had become a master. Gabriel adored beating people at things. He loved to best them, yes, but not only that. He loved to teach them something too; to show them how they could be better. But for as long as he had lived, Gabriel had never been given a real challenge. His brothers could have given him one of course, but they were so predictable and they had always been fighting. They had never cared to really play with him; not the sort of game he had wanted. A game of wits. A game of minds.

For someone who had been stuck on Earth as long as he had, things just got so boring. It wasn’t as if he could leave the planet; despite how much he had desperately wanted to. He had to stay and honor the terms of his witness protection agreement with Loki. After a while, no game on the planet could capture his interest or cure his horrid boredom. The only minor distraction he’d had was the humans.

Gabriel thought humans were wonderful things. Though, for a much different reason than his little brother, Castiel, did. Castiel loved humans for their hearts; Gabriel loved them for their minds. Not all of them were entertaining of course; he wasn’t lucky enough for that. The fact of his life was that there was only a disappointing handful of interesting individuals out there to entertain him. The archangel had had a hay-day when he’d met Einstein! (And you wonder why everyone thought he was crazy.) Though it was somewhat fun for him to watch the boring majority of humanity stumble and fall whenever he tried to teach them a lesson, it wasn’t ever enough.

Gabriel had longed for someone, anyone, even a human, he could play a game with. Now, suddenly, here she was. Someone clever, someone who knew what clever meant, someone who actually wanted to play a real game. Gabriel had seen it in her eyes the moment he’d given her the chance to ask him her question. She was bored too. This was exhilarating for her too.

As if all that wasn’t good enough, Gabriel couldn’t read her mind. This fact probably should have concerned him more than it did, but he couldn’t focus on a tiny detail like that. No, this was too good of a chance to pass up. Not even his nephew had been able to give him a decent challenge. Gabriel was too excited to focus on something so seemingly trivial. He was excited, he was high on the thrill of the chase. No one ever said you couldn’t fool an archangel, and Gabriel didn’t know it, but he had been fooled. He had been fooled by a tiny girl with the face of a child.

Another entity as powerful as he was would most likely consider it beneath them to play a game of wits with a child, to be challenged by a child. But not Gabriel. He had been waiting for a chance like this for all of his existence; age simply didn’t matter to him anymore. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t curious, however.

This was his element. This was his obsession. This was his chance. It was time to have some fun.

“Now all that’s out of the way, let’s ask some things about you. What’s your name?”

“Marty.”

“Nice name. How old are you, Marty?”

“Enough.” The girl smirked. She was good. But he was just a little better.

“How many years have you been alive?”

“Fourteen.” That was her answer. There was darkness in his eyes this time. Interesting.

“How many years have you existed?”

A look of fear crossed her face, like a deer caught in headlights. But the look vanished as soon as it came and was replaced with a confident smirk.

“Conservation.” She answered.

Gabriel cursed internally. The law of conservation of energy; energy is neither created nor destroyed. Of course, she would say something like that.

“Okay, miss-smarty-pants. How many years have you been aware of your existence?”

Marty swallowed and looked down at her hands in her lap.

“Nineteen.” Now they were getting somewhere.

“Riddle me this, Batman. How can you be fourteen and nineteen at the same time?”

She glared at her folded hands.

“Trapped.” The way she stressed the word told Gabriel that she was more than resentful of her condition.

“Trapped how? Elaborate,” He demanded.

“Skin,” She said, nearly growling.

“Elaborate,” He repeated, nodding.

“Cage,” Her voice quivered.

“Why?” He leaned forward now, waiting. This would be the crucial response. Marty looked up, there were ghost tears in her eyes.

“Neverland.”

Very interesting. Time for a new line of questions.

“Why did you come with the Winchesters?”

“Invited.”

“Which one invited you?”

She smiled a little.

“Jack.”

“Why did he ask you to come here?”

“Protection.”

“What led him to offer you protection?”

“Mendicant.”

Mendicant. Definition: One who begs. So, did she ask to come or was she invited? And if she was begging, that begs the question of why.

“What were you begging for?”

“Life.”

“Why were you begging for your life.”

Marty tilted her head.

“Guillotine.”

Her use of the word guillotine could be a metaphor, or it could mean something very literal. Gabriel had the suspicion that it meant a little of both.

“What did Jack offer to protect you from?”

She shrugged.

“Monster,” She said as if it was obvious.

“Yours or someone else’s?”

“Everyone’s,” Marty whispered.

There it was. That was it. That was the clue.

Gabriel laughed; he was winning.

“Tell me, Marty, how long ago was your family massacred?” He asked. Marty looked like she’d been stabbed in the gut and Gabriel felt a pang of guilt, but he brushed it off. It was nothing compared to his excitement.

“Five,” She replied after a moment.

“Five what?”

“Years,” Her voice cracked. Gabriel nodded.

“How have you spent those five years?”

“Alone.”

“If you’ve been on your own for so long, why accept help now?” He prodded.

“Tired.”

“What are you tired of?”

“Running.”

“That’s the practical reason, what’s the other reason?”

Marty pursed her lips.

“Name.”

“Of what?”

“Character.”

“Say it.”

“Peter Pan.” Two references to the same story in one conversation. Definitely not a coincidence. She was comparing herself to something, but what was it? What was he missing?

“Okay pumpkin, just a few more questions; then we’re done ‘cause I don’t have all day.”

“Nice.” She smiled.

"Why should I believe a word you've said to me?"

The girl grinned in a way that was meant to be friendly, but fell critically short.

"Psycho."

That response unnerved the five billion year-old archangel. What was this kid?

“What do you think of Jack?” He continued, he didn't miss a beat.

“Viridity,” She replied. Viridity; noun: Naïve innocence.

“What do you think of his parentage?”

“Irrelevant.” Gabriel had heard many words used to describe his family. Irrelevant was definitely not one of them.

“What do you want more than anything in the world?”

Marty’s answer was unexpected.

“Back.” Her voice wasn’t desperate or wistful; it was cold and hard.

“Describe yourself. Who are you, Marty?”

She had to think about this one. When she had her answer, the genius girl grinned. It wasn’t in a happy way.

“Domino.”

“Alright, one last question, then you’re free to go.” Gabriel leaned forward, his face a grim mask. “Do you have a crush on my nephew?”

Surprised by his question, Marty blinked but before long a smirk split across her cheeks and mischief gleamed in her eyes.

“Talent.” That was all she said. Gabriel knew that meant; ‘The answer may be yes, but I will say no until the day I die.’ The archangel reached a hand across the table; Marty grasped and shook it.

“Good game, kiddo. Mind telling me where Sam and Dean are now?”

“They’re on their way to New-York. They’ll be there in a few hours,” Marty said.

“Cool beans. Now go get some breakfast and I’ll see ya later.”

With a nod of his head, Gabriel was gone. The reason why he had originally come to the bunker was completely forgotten. Now he had only one thought on his mind.

He needed to find Sam and Dean.

He needed to warn them about the girl they were protecting.

When it came to individuals, there had never been something that Gabriel couldn’t figure out.

Never. Not one thing. Until now.

Gabriel had no idea what that child was.

That thought―that question mark unnerved him. That notion shook him down to his very core.

That blank space child, that missing piece little girl.

She was more terrifying to him than anything he had known in five billion years.

~You're just like me, you're out your mind

I know it's strange, we're both the crazy kind

You're tellin' me that I'm insane

Boy, don't pretend that you ain't just the same

Oh, she's sweet but a psycho

A little bit psycho

At night she screamin'

"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

Oh, she's sweet...

But a Psycho~

Lyrics from: Sweet But A Psycho by Ava Max

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belphegorswhore · 4 years

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Wowie, that message at the bottom of your last post was strangely aggressive. Okay, here’s an ask for your inbox: the brothers (and the other guys if you want to) react to a dumb MC. Like, someone who’s very pretty and cute, but you could swear that their looks are the only thing they have going for them. Their bad at school, ask dumb questions and are a total air head. Mega bimbo/himbo energy

See, now this is the content we want ;)

Obey Me! Characters react to himbo/bimbo/thembo MC

Lucifer:

Listen, we all know idiots are his type, I mean... he likes Diavolo... the #1 himbo

He’d have to sit and sigh anytime you say anything dumb, and he’d be like

“Why do I like them...?”

I think what really gets him is your clueless smile, I dunno I get vibes

It’s very charming to him, but he’s very upset that your failing school

Low-key ruining his reputation, he would not hold hands with you in public

It’s ok, he still loves you..

He would totally show you off at a dance because of your looks, but he would not allow you to talk

“You’re going to shake their hand and that’s it, do not speak”

Unlike the rest of his brothers, he wouldn’t trick you into doing dumb shit

Mammon:

“Damn, I guess I’ll have to take care of you”

He’d like to think that he’s the smarter and stronger one, so he has to take care of you

But he’s actually equally as stupid, so you guys would get in trouble a lot

“Hey, MC, you wanna ditch class?”

“Not really”

“But what if I said... you do it anyways..”

“Ok”

Would absolutely trick you into doing dumb stuff

But because of this, he’d make you take the blame if he did anything wrong

It’s not like anyone would believe him, but still

Oh, and what’s that...? Modeling???

Obviously you’d model with him now, he’d have a heart attack looking at you in some outfits though

Leviathan:

Oh no

“M-MC... you must hate looking at a-an otaku like me... I’m so disgusting...”

“What’s that mean..? Is that like the Naruti thing??”

“Wh- No!”

“Isn’t that like 12 episodes long, with Chris Evans or something”

“Stop!”

He was worried that you’d think he’s dumb, but now he’s getting a headache listening to you

You’d be easily impressed by his gameplay

“Wow, Levi, you’re so good at this game!”

“I-I’m playing a dating si- Actually, that would be correct I’m amazing at this game”

He would absolutely convince you to do Ruri-Chan cosplay

He’d regret it after because he’d have a stroke

Satan:

He’d think it’s very cute, but he’d constantly worry about you

He’s mostly worried about other people flirting with you at school

If he saw people flirting with you, he’d probably wall slam you in front of them and they’d go away

Like, that mans one of the seven lords or smth, they’re worried for their life

“See what happens when you stand there like a space cadet *sigh* at least be more alert when you’re by yourself or it’s gonna be your own damn fault when you get kidnapped”

“You’re right!”

“I said when you’re alone... you don’t have to worry about it when you’re with me, you can space out as much as you want”

“R-Right!”

“And I didn’t mean anything funny by that either! S-So don’t get the wrong idea!”

Did so just quote Fruits Basket? Yeah, but diD I ASK???

He’d feel bad about it, but he would totally get you to meow

He was joking at first, but now he does it all the time

He also gets you to help him prank Lucifer

Asmodeus:

At first he’d think your so pransome and that he’d have to work so hard to get you, then he’d find out you’re low key stupid and he’d be like

“This is gonna be so easy... but at what cost”

He’d truly try his best not to take advantage of you, so he’d just dress you up and do your make up a lot

Would definitely put you in sexy nice outfits and take pictures, but he’d keep them for himself

He’d also like to try a lot of his products on you, but still trick you

“MC, did you know this moisturizer is made from pure angel tears?”

“Whoa, no wonder my skin is so clear..- Wait, that’s so sad, are they okay!?”

He’d also lie to you about other stuff, just to see how you’d react

He’d literally tell you that Lucifer dyed his hair and that it used to be white, so the next time you interact with Lucifer it’d be like:

“Lucifer, I know you’re secret..”

“*glares* Which one..!?”

“*on the verge of crying* Wh-White hair.....!”

Lucifer would sigh and have to tell Asmo to stop tricking you

Beelzebub:

Oh no... 2 dumbasses

He didn’t even notice you were dumb, and he’s too shy to comment about your looks

He’d probably think you’re smart

“MC, what’s the answer to this question..?”

“The square root... of 68... Um... probably a carrot, that’s a root I think”

“Yeah, I like carrots so it’s probably right”

Mammon would definitely be mad that Beel calls him dumb but you smart

“Wow MC, you’re pretty and smart...”

You guys being together would be like the attractive one and the jock, iconic

But, or course, neither of you realize this

If you guys were cooking together and Beel ate the food it would go like:

“MC... where’d the food go?”

“...I don’t know, it was here a second ago”

Or like:

“It says ‘tsp’ of baking soda... what do you think that is, Beel?”

“I forgot... let’s just add a cup”

“Yeah, that’s probably safe”

You two would make Luke cry

Belphegor:

Honestly gave it his all at first, but now he’s tired

“MC... you wanna sleep together?”

“Oh, like a pillow fort!? I’ve always wanted to have a pillow fort with you, this is great!”

“Wh- No- Sure, yeah”

He’d be really happy when you wear his clothes though, especially his sweaters

And, just like Satan, he’d get you to prank Lucifer with him

“Ok, so you’re going to talk to him while I put a whoopie cushion on his chair, he’s dumb so he’ll fall for it”

And when your distracting Lucifer you’d end up saying something like

“Lucifer, are you dumb?”

“Wh- No.”

“Okay, I thought you were dumb”

And before you could finish the prank, Lucifer would storm out he room because you thought he was dumb

Belphegor would be disappointed and you’d be confused

“What did I do wrong..?”

“Nothing, you did great. In the end Lucifer got mad and that was the goal”

While he does think you’re attractive, this asshole would love tricking you for his enjoyment

Diavolo:

The #1 himbo

Everyone else would be like ‘Wow, this human is so beautiful and they got with the prince of Devildom! That’s amazing!”

But really he was nice to you once and you were like ‘wow... him’

“MC... you are very... delightful... to view”

“He’s so good with his words <3”

He does think youre attractive though, and just like Lucifer, he’d want to show you off (but in a more fun way)

He’d literally carry you to class, both to show you off and probably because you want to be carried

You could be in the middle of a meeting and sitting on his lap and he wouldn’t mind

Everyone else would though

Since you’re bad at school he would try to help you, but it’s very difficult

“Okay, so this war happened 4000 years ago-“

“When?”

“...4000 years ago”

Solomon:

Y’all thought Asmo was flirting too much?? Nah, he stopped after he got what he wanted, Solomon would keep going

“Wow you’re dumb, I like that in a person”

“I’m not dumb...”

“But, it’s in a cute way”

“Wow, he called me cute”

Once he gets closer to you... he messes with you even more

“Hey MC, there’s a stain on your shirt”

“Really, where- *gets flicked*”

This asshole would not stop messing with you

He’d even mess with you just to mess with the brothers

(In front of any of the brothers) “Hey, MC, I dropped that, can you pick it up for me?”

“I just saw you drop-“

“It slipped out of my hand..”

“Oh ok.”

“*whispers* haha.. nice ass”

Simeon:

He thinks it’s cute, even if you’re failing everything

“It’s fine.. it’s cute :)”

But you guys are also both dumb, and technologically challenged

Texting each other would go like:

“Wha TSS jup”

“Nowtwhisng”

“Met oo :))”

He would probably compliment you a lot, doesn’t matter if you can’t handle it, he’ll keep going

“You’re so pretty and cute, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yeah, you said that earlier today”

“I can’t even look at you because you’re so bright ;)”

“I’m, like, normal light though...”

“*sighs* it’s okay, it’s cute”

If anyone else called you dumb though... I dunno... might just... glare at them

He wouldn’t fight anyone though, he’s a man of GOD unless...

Barbatos:

He likes it, but he hates it. It’s cute sometimes, but he gets a headache other times

“If... theoretically, I jumped off the roof-“

“Please don’t.”

“No no, theoretically, you could time travel into the past and catch me...”

“Actually, it would have to be the future, and I wouldn’t do that. Please don’t :)”

He’d also help you with school, but sometimes he’d be tired of you not understanding and would do the homework for you

He thought it was a lot of work to handle Diavolo, but you surpassed his expectations

You’re lucky he likes you, I guess...

“Barbatos... why are you staring at me like that..?”

“No reason”

“...Do I look weird, is there something on my face??”

“No, you look nice today”

“Wow, you’re such a great friend :)”

“.... :)”

It’s okay, he thinks your stupidity is barely charming

Luke:

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from these horrible demons!!”

He would worry a lot about your safety because he’d think you’re too dumb to realize when someone’s after you

“Didn’t you realize he was flirting with you!? Disgusting!”

“But he was being nice to me”

“That’s what demons do to get what they want”

“What do they want?”

“Uh.. um... I don’t know- But I’m sure it’s bad!”

Simeon would try to reassure Luke, but it wouldn’t work

“Luke, it’s fine. They’re all just complimenting them because they’re really pretty-“

“No, you too!? Simeon, I thought I could trust you!!”

One day if he’s trying to defend you, he’d probably end up threatening Lucifer

“....pardon?”

“I-I said I’ll fight you if you k-keep doing that...!”

And then Lucifer would scare him with no hesitation because he feels no remorse for him

I added everyone cuz no one but God can stop me. this took way too long, I’m sorry

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years

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GF - Beauty Within the Fallen ch.III

Summary: Two misfit twins come across an enchanted castle, home of a mysterious beast, and slowly begin to form a strong bond that just might survive through anything. Even evil demons.

AU and artwork belong to the beautiful and very talented @artsycrapfromsai. Go give her some love, guys!!!

ch.II - ch.IV

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“Hello? Monsieur Soos? Monsieur Stan told us to find you.” Mabel called out nicely on the stairs. Dipper watched as his sister optimistically roamed the stairs for the keeper of the key and grounds of the castle. There were so many times he wished he was more like her. Mabel was super strong and kind and just outright amazing; no matter what the world threw at her, she was happy and cheerful. Through losing their parents and then their Grandpa Shermie, through being lost in the woods and nearly eaten, through meeting a beast, Mabel was still joyful and out-going. Dipper wished he could be more like that, but sometimes it felt like a dark cloud forever hung over his head; he was the realistic twin, the Debby-downer of the two; someone had to be, and he never wanted it to be Mabel. “Maybe we misheard him.” Mabel pondered when no one was responding to her calls. “Did Monsieur Stan say Soos or Zeus?”

Dipper shrugged. “Or maybe we were sent on a wild goose chase.” “Eck! A goose?!” Mabel gasped with sparkling eyes. “Sup, dawgs!” A voice called from the top of the second flight of stairs. “I’m Soos! Sorry, just wanted to make sure your room was clean. So dusty… anyways, welcome!” Dipper and Mabel peered to where the voice was coming from and saw a hammer standing up on it’s handle. It was smiling with long buck teeth and kind eyes. Split from the handle, like big splinters, were the arms, but it had no legs. Mabel smiled while Dipper just stared. “Hi! I’m Mabel! So you’re Soos?” “Sure am!” The hammer gestured to follow him. “C’mon, dudes, I’ll show you to your room.” Mabel followed with Dipper right behind her. Past expensive, dusty objects and paintings, the hammer led them to another set of double-doors. The hammer pushed them open and the kids awed at the living quarters. Beautiful twin-sized bunk beds stood proudly with the finest silks and pillows stuffed with feathers. A giant window with a balcony displayed the calm fall rain and a huge chest filled with toys and a wardrobe occupied the room, but the space was so vast that it somehow felt empty. The walls were painted gold with knights and kings and glorious battles telling stories on the ceiling. Mabel squealed with delight and ran to the bottom bed and plopped down. “Wowie, zowie! Is this all ours?” “Sure is, dude.” Soos said. “The boss wanted you kids to be safe and comfortable.” “You mean that big scary beast downstairs?” Dipper asked. “That’s the one!” Dipper couldn’t keep his smile at bay any longer. “I have always wanted bunk beds.” “I think he’s nice.” Mabel said from the bottom bunk. “Oh, the dude’s a nice guy.” Soos insisted. “Once you get to know him. He saved me and Abuelita from the streets a long time ago, gave us jobs and a home.” A cart came in, carrying a beautiful china pot that smiled at the guests. “Welcome!” She said with an Asian accent. “My name is Candy. So good to have company with us. Dinner will be ready shortly. Oh, no! You two look cold. Grenda! Grenda, wake up!” She barked. The wardrobe burst open and the eyes on top of the piece of furniture popped open. “I’m up, I’m up! SWEET LORD! Finally, new muses! You two need some new clothes!” Grenda opened her drawers, but moths flew out and she closed up immediately. “Oops. That’s… that happens sometimes.” Grenda opened her drawers again and whistled. “Okay, ladies, let's get to work, up, up, up!” Sewing needles, measuring tape, and thread sprang up from a drawer and began to work, pulling rolls of cloth out from the other drawers and sewing around the twins as they stood still. Mabel giggled and lightly touched the needles in greeting, treating them like butterflies, while Dipper stood rigid and still, afraid of being hurt. “Aw, don’t be so tense, boy.” Grenda giggled. “You like blue?” Dipper took in a deep breath, trying to relax, and he smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I like blue.” Soon the kids were changed into nicer clothes; not formal, but not made from itchy material and much more comfortable than their soak garments. Mabel twirled in her pink petticoat and jacket with golden buttons and she grinned at her brother, who wore a navy-blue jacket over an orange top. He kept his blue cap on proudly and he seemed comfortable. “Tuck your shirt in, scruffy.” The mirror on the wall spoke, spooking the kids. “Be nice, Pacifica.” Candy warned. Dipper had a million questions. He looked at Soos the hammer, Candy the teapot, Pacifica the mirror, and Grenda the wardrobe, and said quietly, “This is impossible. Objects can’t talk or move on their own.” Grenda shrugged, her golden arms free from being folded on top of a drawer. “Well, here we are.” “Abuelita used to say the world’s more full of magic than we know, dudes.” Soos said. “You’re magic?!” Mabel gasped happily, squishing her cheeks with her hands as her eyes shined like stars. “Duh,” Pacifica said as a reflection of her human form shined on the mirror, a pretty girl with long blonde hair. “This castle’s full of weird secrets and magic and mystery and whatever.” “We LOVE mystery, don’t we, Dipper?” Mabel asked, gripping his hand. “This guy is really good at solving them! He figured out who was stealing Manly Dan’s jerky.” “Everyone wanted to blame it on the kids, but no one with a shoe size of five could have made such a deep footprint in the mud unless they were heavier than an adolescent.” Dipper explained and shrugged with a sheepish smile. “And Mabel’s really smart, too. She discovered who was eating all our garbage and leaving smelly trails.” “All signs pointed to the goat.” Mabel said, puffing her chest out proudly. “Then you’ll fit right in, dudes!” Soos exclaimed excitedly. A harsh cough came from the door and an axe hopped in, with a beautiful girl carved into the handle. She dipped the heavy head of the axe and said, “Dinner’s ready.” The kids thanked the axe, at this point used to inanimate objects suddenly being animate, and left for the dining hall. Wendy gave Soos, Candy, Grenda, and Pacifica death glares and followed them out. Pacifica scoffed and her reflection faded away. Soos felt his face turn warm as he hopped on the cart and caught a ride with Candy; Grenda fell back asleep. Mabel and Dipper followed the axe into the dining hall and admired the scene before them. A huge table that could fit thirty stood polish with mahogany, filled with bread water, the best china and dishes the kids had ever dreamed of, and silverware made out of real silver. The axe hopped in front of them and said, “Alright, guys, my name’s Wendy. Basically I’m in charge when the boss isn’t here, and since he’s not here, I’m in charge right now. Follow me?” The kids nodded; Dipper really didn’t want to argue with an axe, in case if turned into an axe-murderer. They sat next to each other at the right hand of the head of the table, where the host would normally sit. Mabel laid her napkin on her lap and Dipper waited for something to happen. Just as Mabel opened her mouth to talk to Wendy, the axe hopped away and Candy the teapot hopped at the center of the table, a surprise spotlight on her. “Lady and gentleman! It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you here tonight! Now, we invite you to relax and get comfortable, as the dining room proudly presents: your dinner.” And magical dishes and trays filled with food hopped out from the kitchen and onto the table. Mabel leaned forward, elbows on the table and chin resting on her knuckles, while Dipper smiled unsure of what to make of this, but enjoying it nonetheless. “Be our guest…” ~~~~~~~~~~ Stan paced on all fours back and forth, his mind racing. He occasionally spoke, trying to think better by thinking out loud, but there was just so much to tackle at once. Stan stood on his back legs and his eyes rested on the journal. Decorated with a golden six-fingered hand, the journal was safe inside a glass case, never allowed to be touched. Still, it was so tempting, but too risky. That book was fragile and Stan was dangerous. The beast growled in his throat and resumed his pacing. What was he thinking, letting those kids stay here, allowing Soos to open the door, even meeting the kids. He should have stayed hidden and let them leave. But he couldn’t just let those kids go out into the woods and die; not even a monster like himself would do that. But Stan needed confirmation that he had made the right choice. Once again his gaze fell on the journal. He ceased his pacing again and stared at the journal. He sighed through his nose and approached it. He slowly, carefully, sat on the floor before the small table that occupied the book, staring at it, lost in thoughts and memories. A few minutes later, Stan found his claw on the glass cover, yearning to touch the journal, but he dared not to. Not yet. Not right now. It was too risky. A page fell out a few days ago. But then his cruel mind made him remember his brother’s pleading words. Stanley, I’m fine. You know I’m still here, right? I’m not just some book you can place on a shelf and walk away. Stanley, I can’t breathe in here. It’s maddening. I am not afraid of you. Stan tenderly lifted the glass case from over the journal and placed it on the ground. His gentle paws, the beast picked up the book and opened it. He smiled tiredly at a blank page. “Hey, Sixer.” Hello, Stanley. A knock came at the door, the one at the entrance of the West Wing; Stan’s advanced hearing could pick it up. He quickly shut the journal, put it on the table, and protected it with the glass cover. “What?” He called when he went to the door, but he didn’t open it. “Hi, Monsieur Stan!” A girl’s voice called. What did she say her name was? Maple? “Are you gonna come down to dinner? Madame Wendy said you didn’t want to. Are you okay? Does your tummy hurt?” Stan raised an eyebrow at the door. “Mabel, leave him alone.” The boy said. “He’ll come when he wants to.” “But Dipper, he should eat.” Stan had thought of hunting for a deer after the little pains in his side went to bed so he wouldn’t scare them or bother them when they were trying to recover and eat. He was surprised and apprehensive when they seemed to not only expect but desire his attendance. “You want to eat dinner with freak-show over here?” He asked suspiciously, not believing it. “Sure! Why not?” The girl called. Her name was Mabel, Stan recalled. “I don’t think you want that.” He warned. “What?! I totally want that! It’ll be fun, now come on! There’s delicious gray stuff!” She added, hoping it would tempt her host to join them for dinner. Stan snorted. He opened the door and looked down at the tiny humans. One could stand on the other’s shoulders and they wouldn’t reach his height. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “Yay!” Mabel punched the air and laughed at Dipper’s face. “Hah! I win, sucka!” Dipper punched her shoulder and they started back to the dining hall. Stan followed them, giving them plenty of space. When they sat to eat, Mabel and Dipper chatted among themselves about how they loved the musical performance the servants had given. Mabel was careful to thank every single object individually, while Dipper settled for thanking them as a combined team. Stan smiled teasingly at the foolish kids, gushing over a stupid show. “Monsieur Stan, are you sure you’re not sick?” Mabel asked gently over her goblet of water. Stan gave her a skeptical look, expecting a jab at his monstrous appearance. “I’m fine, kid.” He growled. Mabel blinked, unsure as to why he was so stoic and strict. “Really? You’re not eating. Do you not like it?” Dipper also noticed it, privately predicting that the beast would tear into his meal, but he had not even touched his meat or picked up his drink. “Had a big lunch pretty late in the day.” Stan said, waving the question away. “Now quit pestering me about it!” “Oh. Okay. By the way, you never answered my questions.” “Huh?” “What’s your favorite color? Do you have a sweet tooth? Do you like sweet or sour things? Do you have a favorite song?” Mabel asked all in one breath, so quickly that it took the host a minute to gather his answers. “Oh. Um… red, yes, sweet, and no.” Mabel grinned, excited to elaborate on Stan’s answers, and she and Stan gradually had a conversation. It was an odd conversation, with Mabel doing most of the talking and the two knowing so little about the other and having next to nothing in common that it might have been tricky to talk pleasantly, but soon Stan found himself flapping up water with his scratchy tongue as he listened to the girl’s twenty-first story. Mabel smiled and covered her mouth with her hand at the sight, finding it endearing. Dipper would occasionally inject and join in, but mostly he observed. Stan hadn’t realized how quiet the castle had become until it was filled with noise. A grandfather clock out in the hall screamed, “NINE O’CLOCK!”, making Dipper jump and splash water on his face, and Mabel laughed at the little scare. “Right, time for bed, gremlins.” Stan said and pointed to the door. “You’ve got your work cut out for you in the morning. No more softening you up. I want you wide-eyed and bushy-tailed by sunrise.” “But, we don’t have tails.” Dipper sneered with a smile. “Not my problem, runt, now go before you get nightmares from looking at this face for too long.” Mabel didn’t like that last comment, but she decided to let it pass. “G’night, Monsieur Stan!” She said cheerfully and waved to him as she walked out of the dining hall with Dipper right beside her. When the door was closed behind them, Stan sighed with relief; he was starving. Acting on instinct alone, he tore into his food like an animal and spewed it all over his face and clothes. He later huffed in shame and humiliation, and with as much pride as he could muster, he left the table and ventured to bed. Meanwhile, Mabel slipped on her white nightgown and climbed up to the top bunk bed; Dipper had a habit of falling out of bed already, he didn’t need to be six feet up. She snuggled under the cozy covers and was pleasantly surprised to find warm pans between the blankets. “I like it here.” Mabel said sleepily, rubbing an eye. “It’s like we’re in a story of our own.” Dipper smiled up at the bottom of Mabel’s bed, his head resting on his folded arms. “Yeah… I guess so.” There was a long pause. Despite Mabel’s optimism and cheerful attitude, now that there was nothing to distract her, a sudden worry made a knot in her stomach. “Dipper? Do you really think Fiddleford is okay?” Dipper took too long to answer for her sister's comfort, but when he spoke she felt much better. “He’s fought in two wars, survived crazy invention-attacks, and raised you. He can handle anything.” Mabel giggled at the jab he made at her and said, “More like he survived raising you, Dumb-Dumb.” Dipper chuckled, “Goodnight, Stupid.” “G’night, Stupid.” Dipper blew out the candle, but it would be a long time before Mabel finally closed her eyes and fell asleep. ~~~~~~~~~~ The rain had finally stopped, but the cold was even worse now. Even so, it could not he felt inside Gleeful’s Glee-Filled Tavern, where hard-working men and women were relaxing in the comfort of fires and warm beer. Gideon had just finished a musical number that left the policemen crying with happiness and the other girls cheering. His mother shakingly filled drinks and his father collected some money for the performance by the piano. Gideon sat on the instrument to be eye-level with Ghost Eyes. He sighed tiredly. “I don’t understand it, my hench-angel. Why won’t Mabel admit that she loves me?” “Maybe because she doesn’t?” Ghost Eyes suggested into his beer. “I bet it’s cuz she keeps herself so busy.” Gideon speculated. “Think about it, with only old Man McGucket taking care of things she and Dipper have to… wait. What if she’s afraid to love me?” The white-haired boy gasped. “Wait, what?” “It all makes sense now!” Gideon proclaimed. “She’s lost almost all of her family! For someone so young, she’s lost so much! What if she’s afraid to only gain something to lose?! What if she’s afraid one day I’ll be gone, too?!” Gideon stood up proudly on the piano, with his fists on his hips. “Well, I swear by all this is holy and unholy that that will never happen! I will always be there for her, no matter what!” “YEAH!” Ghost Eyes cheered and had the boy sit on his muscular shoulder. “We love you, Lil’ Gideon!” Durland yelled. “Sing more of those funny songs!” “You got it! Ahem, ahem… nooooo oooooone…” The doors burst open, letting in some cold air, as Old Man McGucket came running in. the townsfolk gasped at him. He was dirty and his hair was frazzled and his glasses were cracked, but worst of all his arm was bruised and cradled by his chest protectively, as if it was broken. This man had obviously been through something horrible, his eyes wide and his jaw tight. “HELP!” He cried out. “HELP ME, PLEASE!” “McGucket, what happened?” Blubs asked. “It’s the children!” Old Man McGucket yelled and scrambled around the tavern, informing all of the tragedy. “We were attacked by wolves out in the woods n’ separated! They’re out there somewhere, lost n’ cold n’ possibly hurt! Please! We have t’find ‘em!” The townsfolk muttered among themselves. It was dangerous in those woods, filled with wolves and horrible animals. They were unsure if the children were alive. What was the point of risking their lives for dead bodies, especially the dead bodies of the troublesome Pines twins. “Aren’t these the same kids that built that wretched sound box?” Old Man McGucket paled a shade. “Y-Yes, b-b-but they were only tryin’...” “And are always reading? What’s that boy doing, teaching a girl to read? It’s unnatural.” “It’s beautiful!” Old Man McGucket snapped. “Dipper’s only tryin’ t’help his sister…” “I thought his name was Mason…” “It’s Dipper!” Old Man McGucket’s energy was failing him as he appeared alone in the world. “I… I know they seem different, but… but, please. They’re still only children. My children. Will no one help me find ‘em?” Gideon leaned towards Ghost Eyes’ ear and whispered excitedly, “This is perfect! Mabel needs my help; she’ll see how I’m willing to do anything for her and she’ll finally realize she loves me!” Gideon stood on Ghost Eyes’ shoulder and declared, “I’ll help!” Old Man McGucket turned and stared at the boy. “Ya will?” “Sure I will!” Gideon said and hopped off to walk on a long table. “Folks, I know we’ve had our fair share of whoopsie-daisies in the past, but Mabel and Dipper are still part of our fair town. They need our help, so I say no one should rest until they’re safe at home!” “YEAH!” Manly Dan yelled and punched a whole in the stone wall. “Let’s find the Pines!” Blubs said and the whole town cheered for Lil’ Gideon. Old Man McGucket approached the boy shakingly and smiled. “Th-Thanks ya so much. Ya’ve always been a… a loyal friend t’em.” “Don’t thank me yet.” Gideon said with a smile. “Let’s just get my queen and future brother-in-law back.” And he went off to gather the volunteers. Fiddleford watched the boy leave and he winced. “Aw, banjo polish.”

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Author’s Note: I know it seems like I’m a hater of BatB songs since only one is in here, two songs are not from BatB at all, and I teased two BatB songs in this chapter but never delivered, but I promise that more are on the way (or at least obscure gestures to the songs since this isn’t a musical).

I will share that I ALMOST opened the entire story with a Hercules-like intro, with Dipper and Mabel destroying the town with an invention and being rejected by the village, making the scene of Fiddleford trying to convince people to help look for them more compelling, but I backed away since I couldn’t think of a good destructive invention that could be built by two twelve-year-olds in the early 1800s. I’d love to hear some of your ideas, guys!

Pacifica is kinda a reference to the Magic Mirror from Snow White, and while Lazy Susan would’ve made a great Mrs. Potts, I decided to make Candy head of the kitchen and the tea pot and have Lazy Susan be a friend of Fiddleford and Shermie’s and give hand in raising Dipper and Mabel sometimes, one of the few people in town that actually liked them. I will warn you that this story does not focus much on the side characters, rather the development of the main characters.

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope y’all enjoy it!

#GF #gravity falls #ford pines #stan pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #batb au #fanfiction #beauty within the fallen

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ververa · 5 years

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Wowie, here I am again! Your work is absolutely amazing, I look forward to every time you update next! May I request a Bette & Dot x Reader with something sweet? Like them going from cute crushes to an adorable couple? Thank you❤️❤️

Thank you ❤️❤️ I’m sorry it took me so long 🙏🏼 Also I’m not sure if that’s what you wanted, but I hope you’ll like it.

And thank you for request ❤️

“The state of dreaming”

Bette & Dot x reader

Life had never been merciful for you. Since you could remember you had always felt like a misfit. As if there was no place for you in normal society. You didn’t have friends almost at all, because majority of people saw you as a freak. You preferred spending time alone. It’s not that you didn’t like people, you were simply done with everyone’s shit and hearing that you’re weird.

So instead of wasting time on senseless conversations you were doing gymnastics and attending martial art classes. It was of course another reason for them to criticise, for why would a girl prefer fighting from learning how to dance or cook.

Luckily for you, you had understanding and loving parents, who had always supported you no matter what. You had always been really close with them, so it was a huge shock for you when they both died in a car accident. You were 16 and you were left in the world alone.

Until you reached your majority you had to been taken care of. Your new caretakers happened to be your aunt and her husband. They were good people, who were going to church every Sunday. Although they didn’t have their own kids. After some time that you spent with them you could say that God knew what he’s doing not blessing them with any children.

It’s not that they treated you bad. It was quite the opposite, but there were rules. A whole lot of rules and practices that you had to follow. You did try to adjust to living as they wanted you to, but you were a rebel. You had your own habits and you didn’t like being told what to do.They wanted to change you. They needed you to sit still and look pretty, because that’s who they were – a perfect family. And you as an insubordinate teenager were a threat to their high social status. Both, your aunt and uncle couldn’t deal with you. They were fed up your behaviour, so your uncle found a residential school for you. The school that was supposed to teach you to follow the rules and act “appropriate”. But you knew very well that nothing and nobody could make you change.The school wasn’t that bad, regardless the school uniform wasn’t you thing. Also you didn’t enjoy reading the Bible and starting every day with participating in mass. You got bored and could sit still any longer, so you decided to find something that would occupy you. You remembered seeing the circus tents in town and figured out that it may be the thing that you needed to distract yourself. You spent there almost the whole evening watching spectacular performances. They’re all amazing and you were sure that nothing could make that night better. However you quickly changed your mind, as the last performance began. That’s when you saw them for the first time. Bette and Dot Tattler. The most beautiful and extraordinary twins you had ever seen. And when they started to sing you got completely lost. It was hard to say what made you feel like that – probably everything about them. They were just stunning and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them.

Since that evening you began to come to every performance. You were there literally every night and it didn’t go unnoticed. Elsa noticed you almost instantly, but you were too focused on the twins to pay any attention to the owner. When the twins were around you paid zero attention to everything around you. It seemed as if the whole world stopped existing when you could see or hear them.Your head was full of them. You couldn’t focus even at school and soon you got into trouble.

Everything you did – sneaking out at night, skipping classes or not paying attention – wasn’t the worst for them, cause they still could “fix” it. But when they found out you don’t like boys, but girls – the real hell began. They called you freak and expelled from school claiming that was unacceptable.

However, you didn’t care much. Actually you were happy that you wouldn’t have to come back to that place again. You took your stuff and left, though you didn’t even have enough time to think what to do next, as none other than Elsa Mars stood in front of you.

“Hello, my dear. Going on holidays?” she asked looking at my luggage

“I… no. I’m well… I’m moving out. They expelled me”

“Oh no. Why would they do that?”

“Well, because I’m a freak”

“A freak?” she repeated

You nodded.

“That’s interesting. Tell me more, dear”

“There is nothing more to say”

“Oh, there must be an interesting story. What’s your peculiarity?”

“I… um… well…” you hesitated

“I’m not going to judge you. I’d rather like to befriend”

“Well… I… I don’t like boys”

“You don’t have to like everyone”

“No no. I mean…” you took a deep breath “I’m into girls” you whispered

“Ohh… Really?”

“Yeah. I’m not like ‘normal’ girls. I’m just leaving in my own state of dreaming” you laughed nervously

“That’s truly fascinating” she took out a packet of cigarettes and offered you one

You took it and let her light it for you.

“I’ve been observing you for quite some time. You’re always sitting in the last row during the performances. And I was wondering why? Why you are there almost every evening?”

“I’m just enjoying it”

“You are not afraid of them?”

“Of who? Performers? No! Why would I? They’re incredible. So talented and different, but in positive meaning…”

Elsa looked at you surprised.

“Well” she smirked “In these circumstances I have an offer for you”

“What offer?”

“I need someone who could help me at my Cabinet of Curiosities” she looked you up and down “And you seem to have all the necessary qualities. You’re young and pretty. Also I know you’re into gymnastics. So, we could both help each other. I can give you home and a job in return for your commitment and hard work”

Elsa’s offer was unexpected, but you accepted it without hesitation. You didn’t have any other options, as you didn’t want to come back to your aunt’s house. Also it was you opportunity to meet the stunning sisters and you weren’t going blow you chance. You had been seeking for place that you could call home, where people would understand you, for so long that when you met the troupe it seemed to be unreal. They were so kind, helpful and protective. It felt as if you were dreaming and you knew for sure that you didn’t want to wake up from that dream.You loved them all almost at once. Ethel treated you as if you were her own daughter and Jimmy was like a brother that you never had. Ma Petite was the cutest creature you had ever met and Pepper was following you almost everywhere. You became the member of the family that they created and you were sure that nothing better than that could ever happen to you.And the twins… You were amazed since the first moment you saw them.

There was something about them that was magnetising you. You couldn’t really understand it, but there was nothing you could do about how they made you feel.It was like being on a magical mystery ride. It made you feel dizzy and sick. At times you couldn’t breath as if you were under the water, but seeing them you knew you’d be fine. They were the only remedy that you needed. You knew that your life wouldn’t be complete without them. What would you do without Dot’s smart mouth and Bette’s cute laugh? What would you do if you could never see their beautiful smiles? That wouldn’t be the same.You loved everything about them – even the things that they hated about themselves. For you their imperfections were perfect. At that point you were ready to do everything to keep them safe from the world outside, but you didn’t dare to tell them how you feel. You were sure they didn’t feel the same about you and didn’t want them to stop talking to you. So you decided to let it be as it was and dreamed that maybe one day they would love you too. You enjoyed little moments that the three of you had. Your talks during breakfasts. How they were laughing at your jokes. Or when they’re blushing, because you complimented them.It was usually them who got shy, however that day it was you.

Elsa had bought you and made you to wear a new costume. It was quite revealing, as you’re supposed to attract new spectators, and you didn’t like it at all.You were standing in front of a mirror in Elsa’s tent.

“Elsa… I c-cannot wear it” you started

“Yes, you can”

“No...” you looked down on your feet “It’s too… It barely covers my body”

“You know, its purpose is to barely cover your body”

“I’m not going to perform in it” you shook your head

“Y/N” she stood behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders “You’re young. You have a perfect body. And you look absolutely stunning in this costume”

“I-” You didn’t finish as you heard two familiar voices. Elsa could see how distracted you got and made use of it immediately.

“If you don’t believe me, let’s ask Bette and Dot” she said

“W-what? Oh no… Elsa!”

She didn’t listen to you, of course, so you quickly put on a robe – which was the first thing you found.

“We came to ask Y/N if she would like to go for a walk with us” Bette said cheerfully

You would love nothing more, though at that moment you were too shy to even look at them.

“I’m sure she will go with you. But first you need to convince her to wear that costume tonight”

“What costume?” Bette asked with excitement

You looked at her, then at Dot. Bette had that sweet smile on her face and Dot was staring at you with curiosity.

“Y/N” Dot began in the most soothing tone you had ever heard “Will you show us?”

“Please” Bette added

How could you say no to them? There was no way you would refuse to do anything when they’re looking at you like that. So you slowly took off the robe. At this Dot gasped.

“You look gorgeous!” Bette exclaimed

“Breathtaking” Dot added shyly

You could feel how your cheeks got redder and redder with every second.

“See? I told you” Elsa saidBut you didn’t listen. You’re already lost in the girls eyes.

Bette was smiling widely and Dot was smirking looking at you, as you were performing in that damn costume. Everything was going fine, until the end.

You’re on your way to the tent when the twins called you. You stopped immediately wanting yo know what your favourite girls needed.

“That was absolutely amazing Y/N” Bette said

“T-thank you” you blushed

“You really look stunning” Dot said biting her lip

“I...”

“You disgusting slut!” you heard a male voiceYou turned back only to see your uncle. What the hell was he doing there? You didn’t find out, as you began to argue. He was yelling at you, calling you stupid and ungrateful slut for leaving the school and joining “the group of freaks”. That was enough for you.

“Don’t you ever call them freaks!” you snapped at him “They’re my family!”

You would most likely go back to your tent, but you uncle jerked you and then began insulting them again.

“Stop it!”

“Y/N come on” the girls tried to calm you down

“Look at them” your uncle pointed at the twins “They’re monsters”

At that words something inside you exploded. You couldn’t fight it and instead of leaving you turned back and hit him so hard that he stumbled

Bette screamed and wanted to cover her eyes, but Dot didn’t let her. They were standing there for a while not knowing what to do. Meanwhile a few men moved in your direction ready to help your uncle.The fight got even worse, however after all that time you had spent learning martial arts you were capable of defending yourself and others. Luckily for you Bette and Dot called Jimmy and he separated you from the men.

You knew you got into trouble yet again when Elsa called you. You didn’t have time to change your clothes or dress the wounds that you had after the fight.

“What the hell was that Y/N?! You cannot beat our spectators”

“They insulted us…”

“I understand, but it doesn’t give you the right to fight. You are not allowed to hit anyone. Did I make myself clear?”

“But…”

“Promise! Promise that you won’t do that again”

“I-I cannot promise you that. Because if anyone would ever call Bette and Dot monsters I’ll beat the shit out of them!”

Elsa looked at you a bit surprised. She shook her head “I see” she smirked “Well, I’m glad that you can take care of yourself and your girls, but please try to control yourself. We need spectators and you can’t treat them like that even if they deserve it. Now you’d better go and take care of those wounds. And then pack up your things”

You nodded and left.

It was later that evening. You were packing your things, knowing that the whole troupe is going to move to another place, when you heard a weird noises outside your tent. You decided to check what or who was that, however as you move farther you could recognise two voices. Bette and Dot were arguing

“We cannot just come and say it just like that” Dot stated

“We’ve been hiding it for too long, Dot”

“What if she doesn’t feel like that? Have you thought about it?!”

You couldn’t figure out what they were talking about, so you decided to interfere.

“Hey” you smiled moving towards them

“Y/N...” Dot said shyly

“What are you doing here? Come in”

Dot looked at Bette giving her some kind of warning look, before they decided to move.

“So, what’s up?” you asked once again as you were inside

“We…” Dot started hesitantly “To check… To ask how are you feeling?”

“Bullshit!” Bette snapped at her sister

“Shut up, Bette! I told you it’s not the right time”

“Right time for what?” you asked confused, but they seemed not to pay attention

“For you there would be no right time!”

“I said no!”

“Girls!!!” you yelled and they looked at you “What is it? You can tell me...”

But suddenly they both stopped talking.

“Bette?” you tried to smile at her

She only shook her head.

“Dot?” you asked in the same soothing tone, but none of them spoke

“Whatever it is you can tell me. You can tell me anything. You know you can trust me” you said smiling at Bette and gently wiping the tear that was flowing down Dot’s cheek

“We are in love with you!” Bette said unexpectedly

You looked at them surprised.

“I told you…!” Dot didn’t finish looking at you shocked expression “I swear Bette, if I could i’d kick your ass”

“It’s not my fault! It’s stronger than me...”

They started to argue again, but you understood none of their words. Your brain stopped working and crashed on that one sentence.

“B-Bette… Dot?” you spoke up after a while

“We’re so sorry” Bette said and Dot huffed

“No no… I mean… Oh my. Do you mean that? Mean that for real?”

They slowly came closer. Bette took one of your hands and Dot caressed your cheek

“Yes” Dot was the first one to speak

“We love you so much Y/N” Bette added

“Since the moment we saw you”

“You’re like our ray of sunshine”

“You’re so kind and sweet”

“Is this a dream? Am I dreaming? Cause if yes… please don’t wake me up”

Bette smiled even wider and Dot giggled.

“No. It’s not a dream. It’s real” Dot whispered leaning in and gently kissing your lips, while Bette kissed your cheek

After Dot there was Bette’s turn and you’re happy to kiss them both. You couldn’t remember being that happy ever before. Being so close to them. Holding them in your arms after so long was beyond compare to anything. And when you whispered “I love you. Bot of you” for the first time and saw how their beautiful eyes sparkled you were on cloud nine. All that you wanted was to live in that state of dreaming forever.

#ahs #ahs freakshow #bette&dot #bette&dot x reader #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson imagine #american horror story imagine

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thelastspeecher · 4 years

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46 - Skies (maybe glowing alien!Gucks AU? How often do the kids want to go out flying when they're older? Does Angie? DO THEY END UP WITH CRAYON DRAWINGS ALL OVER THE CEILING?)

46. Skies

Uhhh this ended up a lot longer than I planned. Sometimes I just can’t shut up. And I wanted to write some fluff, since things are currently going down the drain. So here are some flying glowing Gucks. Enjoy.

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Stan slapped a mosquito that hadlanded on his arm.

“Damn bugs,” he muttered. Fussing sounded from the baby carrier to hisright. He quickly checked the infantnestled inside, Danny. “Princess, youall right there?” Stan held out hishand. Danny grabbed his finger andgummed it excitedly. “I get it. You just wanted your chew toy.” While Danny chewed on his finger, he watchedAngie pace back and forth on the lawn. “Babe?”

“I’m goin’ to do it,” Angiemumbled to herself. She clenched herhands into fists. “I can do it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with notturning into a giant bug and flying away,” Stan said. Angie looked over at him. “We’ve been perfectly fine so far with justbeing human.”

“But I’m not human,” Angiesaid. “Not fully human.” She looked up at the night sky, filled withstars. “Part of me has always been drawnto the skies, Stan. Now I know why. That’s where that part of me is from.” Stan’s stomach churned. “I know yer not that comfortable with all ofthis-”

“That’s an understatement.”

“-but I need to try. If nothin’ else, it’ll help me make thingseasier on the girls when they get older. They’ll need to learn how to control their alien sides,” Angie pointedout. Stan grunted, not willing to admitthat she was right. “Okay. I’m goin’ to do it now. I’ll do it.” Stan watched with bated breath.

Angie stood still on the grass,damp with dew. She closed her eyes andleaned her head back, her posture relaxed. After a moment, a faint shimmer spread across her skin. Immediately after that, color rippled overher features as her pale tone was replaced with a pulsating, faint pinkglow. Her limbs, already slender, grewunnaturally thin, while her ears grew up and out until they resembled adeer’s. Two feathery antennae sproutedfrom her forehead. Angie opened hereyes, revealing that they had turned pure black. The stars spilled across the sky reflected inher eyes.

“Well, you turned bug, time tocall it quits,” Stan said brusquely. Angie looked over at him. A chillran down Stan’s spine at her obsidian gaze.

“No.” The only good thing Stan could say about herother form so far was that her voice was the same. “I need to try…” Her pink glow became interspersed with alight turquoise. “I need to try flying.”

“Flying? Ang, no!”

“Ma can do it. The girls can.”

“They float, Angie.”

“That’s flying.” Angie looked back up at the sky. “I need to try it, too.” Stan pulled his legs closer to his chest,dread mounting. Angie took a deepbreath. She stared at the heavens asthough looking for an answer. A momentpassed. Then another. Finally, right before Stan was about to tellher that they should definitely call it quits for the night, Angie rose off theground.

“Fuck,” Stan swore softly,staring. Angie’s feet hovered a fewinches above the tips of the blades of grass. Angie let out a joyful laugh, like bells chiming. Her feet slammed back onto the lawn. She promptly sat down. “…You all right?”

“Yes.” Angie beamed up at the stars. “I am.”

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It was balmy summer evening. Fireflies danced in the air. Once again, Stan sat between two babycarriers on the lawn, watching Angie tap into her extraterrestrial side. But this time, two others were doing the samething. Stan adjusted his hold on Emmett,who was going through an incredibly fussy phase and wouldn’t calm down unlesshe was being held. In contrast, Emorywas fast asleep in his carrier, not caring about anything happening around him.

Wish I could be asleep rightnow. Then I wouldn’t have to watch mykids turn into bugs. Stan hadlearned quickly to keep his opinions about Angie’s alien appearance tohimself. Not only did it upset Angie,but it upset Danny and Daisy, too. Astime had passed, he’d gotten more used to Angie’s alien side, as well as hisdaughters’, but he couldn’t help preferring them in their human form.

“Okay, girls, time to shift,”Angie instructed, already alien in appearance. Danny and Daisy, standing in front of her, quickly morphed. Their skin glowed a faint gold, antennae sproutedfrom Daisy’s forehead, and Danny’s eyes turned a solid, milky white. “Good work.”

“Now we fly?” Daisy askedeagerly. Stan grinned at the excitementin her voice.

“Yup!” Angie chirped.

“How?” Danny asked.

“Close yer eyes and imagine whatit feels like to be weightless. Like yerin a swimmin’ pool, just floatin’,” Angie instructed. Danny and Daisy closed their eyes. After a moment, they both began to lift offthe ground. Danny opened her eyes,yelped, and fell back down. Daisy,however, upon opening her eyes, soared higher. She did an excited twirl in the air.

“This is great!” Daisy cheered.

“Don’t drift off,” Stan saidquickly. While Angie checked on Danny,Daisy flew over to Stan. She landed infront of him. “Hey, pumpkin.”

“Dad, did you see?” Daisysquealed. Stan nodded. “I love being part alien!” Daisy spun around, her sundress billowingaround her.

“Yep,” Stan said in a tightvoice, his smile forced.

“How’s my brothers?” Daisyasked. She peered closely at Emmett, whostared back at his older sister. “When’she gonna start glowing?”

“I don’t know, sweetie, he-” There was a flash of light. Stan blinked away the afterimages and lookeddown at Emmett still in his arms. “…Nevermind, I guess he’s gonna start glowing now.” A moment ago, Emmett had been a regular human infant, with thick browncurls and a large, distinctive nose. Those two traits remained the same, but he now looked anything buthuman. Unlike Danny and Daisy, who had amixture of human and alien traits, Emmett was looked exactly the same as Angie’sbrother Lute, when he was in his alien form. Stan stroked Emmett’s bangs out of the way. Emmett stared up at him with wide,pitch-black eyes.

“Wowie zowie, he looks likeUnclute!” Daisy gasped.

“…Yep,” Stan mumbled. One of Emmett’s antennae twitched.

“Sweetie, come back, you can lookat yer brothers later,” Angie called. Daisy looked over.

“Ma, Emmett’s glowing!”

“Is he? Good fer him.” Angie sounded pleased. “But we can look at him when we’re done learnin’to fly, okay?” Daisy sighed.

“Okay.” She skipped back over to Angie and hertwin. Stan looked back at Emmett. Emmett made a mewling sound and stretched oneof his minute hands out. Stan’s heartsoftened.

“Hey there, sport,” he whispered,holding Emmett more tightly against his chest. Emmett nestled against him and smacked his lips in a satisfiedmanner. His antennae twitchedagain. Stan kissed Emmett’s glowingforehead. “Wanna watch yoursisters? That’s gonna be you someday.”

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Stan sat on the grass, ignoringthe damp dew soaking into his pants and the blades tickling him.

I’ve really gotta mowsoon. Or better yet, get Daisy to do it. He watched sixteen-year-old Danny and Daisydo loop-de-loops in the air, glowing bright pink. They’re in good moods right now. I’ll tell her to do it later. Angie was giving ten-year-old Emory andEmmett the same instructions she’d given Danny and Daisy when they startedflying. Emory bounced on the balls ofhis feet excitedly, already in his alien form, which looked identical to hishuman one, with the except that he was glowing. Emmett, however, was still human, looking down at his feet, visiblydreading what was about to happen.

“Now, don’t worry if it takes abit to kick in,” Angie said. Herantennae twitched in the faint spring breeze. “Just keep tryin’. If nothin’happens tonight, we try again tomorrow.”

“I think we can manage,” Emorysaid proudly, puffing out his chest. Angie chuckled and ruffled his caramel-colored curls.

“I know you can, sugar-cube.” Angie looked at Emmett. “Emmett, you ready?”

“I think…I think I’m gonna go sitwith Dad,” Emmett mumbled. Angieblinked. “I don’t- I don’t feel good.”

“Okay, but-” Angie started. Emmett walked away silently and sat down nextto Stan. Stan put a hand on his shoulder.

“You all right there, sport?” heasked softly. Emmett pulled his legsclose to his chest. “C’mon, kid, talk tome.”

“I don’t like being alien,”Emmett said quietly. Stan stared athim. “I’m already weird enough, since Igot twelve toes. I don’t like that there’sthis other thing that makes me so different.”

“You’re only a quarter alien.”

“Then how come I look full alien?”Emmett asked.

“That’s just how things worksometimes. If I’ve learned one thingabout genetics, it’s that you can’t predict it as much as you think you shouldbe able to.” Stan scratched hischeek. “Of course, I learned that fromlistening to your mom and Uncle Ford talk about the alien thing, but still.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Yeah.” Stan’s hand fell to his lap. He chewed on the inside of his cheek,debating whether or not to tell Emmett. Hetook a deep breath. “I didn’t, either.”

“What?” Emmett stared at Stan. “Dad, what do you mean?”

“When we first found out about thewhole alien thing,” Stan said, waving a hand vaguely, “I didn’t like it. Every time your mom turned alien in front ofme, I wanted to leave the room. I hatedhow sometimes your older sisters looked like…” Stan glanced back at Danny and Daisy. “Don’t tell them this, but I said that they looked like bugs.” Emmett’s jaw dropped.

“But yer so casual about all ofit!”

“It took a while before I couldbe casual,” Stan said. “I didn’t wantany of this, I didn’t like it.” Stantook a breath. “But then I got used toit. And after I got used to it, Istopped feeling so uncomfortable. Andafter I stopped feeling so uncomfortable, I started liking how you kids lookwhen you’re all glowy.” Stan ruffledEmmett’s hair. “You being alien isn’t abad thing. So what if it makes youweirder? Is anyone in this familynormal?” Emmett managed a small laugh.

“I guess you’re right.” Emmett took a deep breath. Like when Angie transformed, there was aripple of color that passed over his skin as his human appearance was wipedaway. In alien form, Emmett shifteduncomfortably. He glowed a tense darkgreen.

“Think you’ll take a stab atflying now?” Stan asked. Emmett shookhis head.

“I think I’ll just start bygetting used to the antennae. It’s beena while since I’ve had them.”

“No worries,” Stan said with ashrug. “Take your time. You can stay grounded with your old man.” Emmett nodded silently. Angie walked over.

“Emmett, you ready to start flyin’?”she asked. Emmett shook his head. “That’s fine. When yer ready, just let me know. Emory ‘ll be happy to fly with ya.” Emmett nodded. Angie turned toStan. “Come with me, darlin’.”

“…What?” Stan asked. Angie grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

“How’s that fear of heights ofyours?”

“I don’t know how to answer that.”

“Want to find out?” Angieasked. She pulled him close. Stan felt his feet leave the ground. He looked down. He and Angie were hovering a few inches abovethe lawn. His stomach turned over. He looked at Angie. Her large, black eyes caught the lightemanating from her skin.

I got used to Angie lookinglike this, I should be able to get used to heights. I can always close my eyes if I need to. Like he had when Angie first learned to fly,Stan quashed the churning in his stomach and grinned at Angie confidently.

“Let’s do it.”

“Gross, Dad,” Emmettmuttered. Stan frowned at his son.

“No flying, no opinion,” he retorted. Emmett rolled his eyes. Angie wrapped her thin arms around Stan’s torsoand rested her head against his chest, her antennae tickling his chin. Stan returned the gesture, embracing her. He closed his eyes as they ascended into thenight sky.

#I'll get to the prompts that other people sent me don't worry folks #there's no rhyme nor reason as to when I get to prompts other than just it's whenever I get inspired #Gluck AU #Stangie #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #Danica Pines #Daisy McGucket #Emily Pines #Emmett McGucket #Stangie Family #my writing #ficlet #ask #exsanguinary

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hahanoiwont · 4 years

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Chapters: 4/4 Relationships: Frisk & Sans, Sans & Toriel, Frisk & Toriel Characters: Frisk, Sans, Toriel Additional Tags: Backstory, Worldbuilding for the Surface, Child Abandonment, child endangerment, A Plethora of Trust Issues Wrapped Up In an Expectation For Violence, seriously this kid's been attacked by pretty much everyone, Frisk Is a Sweetheart, Gender-Neutral Frisk, Determination, Big Brother Sans, in a shocking turn of events sans is the sane well-adjusted adult here, .......i mean he's still sans but, Choose Your Own Adventure Components Summary:

Frisk went to Mt. Ebott for a reason. Frisk knows exactly what's up there, in the world everyone wants to see so badly. Frisk would be happy to never see it again.

When sans wakes up (when did he go to sleep?), he’s in a dark cavern.

Which makes sense, because he lives in a dark cavern, and has all his life.

But wasn’t there…something…? He’d followed Papyrus to the castle, the human—Frisk.

The human has a name, and it’s Frisk. Somehow, he can be certain of this. Maybe a time travel thing?

Hmm. Food for thought. Sans decides to not think about it.

From what he can see without moving his head at all, he’s still in the room with the barrier. Maybe not time travel, then. The barrier’s glow is…redder than usual? Orange? And faint, too. It’s normally much brighter than this, isn’t it?

His newfound certainty tells him that the barrier is gone, that that glow is from the sun rising on the Surface, and that Frisk is responsible for this—the barrier, not the sunrise.

Is it worth turning his head to check? He gave up on ever leaving this place a long time ago. Is it really worth getting his hopes up for freedom?

“WOWIE! Looks like the barrier is gone! That’s neat!”

Oh, nice. Papyrus is here. It’s probably fine, then.

“And! Th-the human! Is…taking a nap????” Papyrus’s voice cracks.

Oh, fuck.

Well, there’s sans’s ‘sense of crushing failure’ quota for the year. Door lady meets him for the first time and he immediately passes out while her human dies. Great.

Welp.

“My child…?” Toriel’s familiar voice stamps home his absolute failure to protect her kid. Shit, fuck. Poor kiddo. He’d really thought…

“Ah. It appears they are sleeping. See, Papyrus? They are still breathing. Humans only breathe when they are alive and well,” Toriel explains.

Sans closes his eyes for a quiet sigh of his own.

Oh, thank hell. DETERMINATION wins again.

Sans can’t say he loves what that stuff can do, but the h—Frisk is as full of it as anyone he’s ever seen, and apparently, it let them do the impossible. The barrier is broken and they’re not dead, just sleeping. Probably resting off the burnout of too much DETERMINATION at once. It’s going to be…alright, maybe.

Things might just be OK.

The thought gives Sans enough strength to open his eyes and get up. Time to face the day, and all.

Facing the day turns out to be a lot like sitting vigil. The kid sleeps for hours and hours, sometimes squirming, sometimes crying out in pain. Trying to wake them does nothing but provoke more whimpers, so Toriel demands that they all give the kid space.

Around six hours in, Asgore retreats back to his kingly duties. He clearly wants to stay, but Toriel just as clearly wants him to leave, so he mutters something about getting ready to move and glances over his shoulder a whole lot as he goes. Undyne goes with him for emotional support, and Alphys for logistical support, and Papyrus for…enthusiasm support?

Sans should probably do something, too, but frankly, the kiddo has the right idea. And Toriel is with them, too. A new friend and an old friend and an excuse to nap; right here is exactly where sans wants to be.

Frisk sure takes their time waking up, but that’s fine. If there’s anything sans and Toriel have in common (besides their senses of humor, that is), it’s patience.

It’s around the fifteen-hour mark when the kid stops squirming and crying out and starts straight-up crying. Toriel’s heart is breaking immediately. Sans’s is, too, a little. The legendary fallen angel who saved the monsters is looking an awful lot like a little kid in pain right now.

Toriel begins to speak softly to them.

“It is just a bad dream, my child. You will wake up, and it will be over. We will…I will make you a cinnamon-butterscotch pie, and you can tell me of your adventures. All is well,” she soothes. She runs a careful paw over Frisk’s hair and gives sans a strained smile.

Her tone is soft, but her eyes are frightened. She could probably do with some reassurance right now. Support. A friend?

Ah, fuck, but sans isn’t good at this. Never really has been, with anyone but Papyrus. He can try, though.

“uh, what she said. i’ve heard a lot about this pie, frisk, are ya really gonna make me wait to try it out? besides, uh, that time i tried making it. trust me, kiddo: the less said about that, the better.”

His attempt at pie hadn’t actually been bad per se, but Toriel is giving a brave giggle, so sans can excuse a white lie. The kid is still silently crying.

“aw, buddy, you’ve got the wrong baked good…it’s cake that’s s’posed to be in tiers,” he says. Toriel gives a tremulous smile.

Frisk sobs and thrashes.

“Frisk…!” Toriel pets their hair harder. Their head moves a little with each stroke. “This is all just a bad dream…! Please, wake up…!”

And after a way-too-long nap, the kid does.

Frisk gasps awake, panting and still teary, and Toriel immediately backs up, giving them space. All of her fear melts away like it was never there, replaced with a gentle smile.

Wow. Being a parent must take a lot of work. Looking at the love in Toriel’s eyes now, though, and the way the kiddo instantly turns to her and relaxes, it looks…well, Sans can see why she wants so badly to mother them. The way the kid’s face is now, you’d think nothing could hurt them while Toriel’s around.

It must be…nice, to be needed like that.

“Oh! You are awake! Thank goodness!” Toriel says. She clasps her hands in front of her.

Frisk frowns and looks around, bringing one hand up to touch the tear tracks on their face. They look between sans and Toriel, and then at the otherwise empty room around them.

“you were out for a bit there, bud. i mean, i’m all for sleeping, but maybe get to a bed next time, yeah?” sans suggests. Frisk keeps looking around them for something…someone?

Whatever it is, it doesn’t come. Frisk makes a small, sad noise and hugs themself.

Toriel looks to be physically restraining herself from going over there and wrapping them in a hug. To be fair, looking at their face, you’d think their brother died or something. But before she can decide whether to try to comfort them or not, Frisk points to the east, where the barrier had been.

“Oh, the barrier?” Toriel asks. Frisk nods.

“Ah. The barrier has fallen. The room to the east leads outside, now.” Toriel inches forward, like Frisk won’t notice her getting closer if she’s sneaky about it.

Frankly, sans isn’t sure why she doesn’t just give in and give the kid a hug or something. Frisk clearly needs one, and it isn’t gonna come from sans. He chalks it up to some parental instinct telling her the kid needs space, or something.

“We were waiting for you to wake up before we leave. I believe your other friends are letting everyone know to get ready,” Toriel says.

Frisk stares at sans.

“who, me?” he asks. “nah. that looked like a lot of effort. just let me know when you’re ready to go.”

They cock their head. Toriel seems to take this as a sign to sweep them into a gentle embrace and cuddle them close. They don’t seem to mind.

“Say your goodbyes, my child. We will be waiting here when you are ready,” she says, giving them a squeeze before setting them back on the ground. Frisk’s brow creases.

*For sure? they ask, looking intensely at Toriel.

Her heart visibly melts. “You may take all the time you need, my child. It seems you have made a great many friends since I last saw you. We will be patient while you prepare whatever you need to.”

Frisk insists. *Promise you won’t go up before I come back?

Toriel kneels down to their height, and says solemnly, “I promise, my child.”

Frisk transfers their heavy look to sans. Ah, he should have known better than to think he’d escape.

“who, me? heh, i’m in no hurry.” He’s really not. In fact…he grabs Frisk’s stick off the ground where it fell earlier. “i’ve got time to ‘stick’ around.”

He makes a cymbal crash in the background and winks. Toriel laughs out loud; Frisk smiles a little, but doesn’t lose the stress lines on their face.

*You two should say goodbye, too, says Frisk. They fidget with the hem of their sweater, hunched over like it’s a heavy weight.

“Thank you for your thought, child, but I have been prepared to leave this place for a long time. I have said my goodbyes,” Toriel says, petting Frisk’s hair. Frisk flinches at the reminder of the monsters’ long imprisonment.

Frisk looks to sans as they lean into Toriel’s paw like they’ve never been pet before. It’s almost too cute.

sans shrugs. “i don’t have to say goodbye to anything. we’re all making it to the surface together, right? it’s a nice day. nothing lost.”

Frisk looks down at the ground, pushing into Toriel’s paw a little more before reaching up to remove it.

*I have to go get something. Don’t leave without me, they say.

“Of course, child,” says Toriel. “I promised, did I not? We will not leave you.”

Ah, is that where this is coming from? Abandonment issues? That sucks. Poor kid. Well, least sans can do is offer them some peace of mind while they run their errand.

“sure, kid,” he says, deliberately casual. Like waiting around here instead of seeing the sky for the very first time is just whatever.

Eh. He wants to wait for Papyrus to go out, anyway. It won’t be any fun without his brother—Paps’s reactions are half the fun, here.

Frisk sticks out their smallest finger.

“huh? what’s that?” sans asks—but luckily, Toriel seems to know.

“Ah…you want us to give you a ‘Pinkie Promise’? Would that make you feel better?” she asks. Frisk nods solemnly.

“Very well. I ‘Pinkie Promise,’” Toriel says, holding out her paw. Frisk carefully wraps their finger around her smallest claw and makes a handshake motion.

So, a Pinkie Promise is…like a promise with a handshake? Or something?

When the weight of Frisk’s expectation falls back to sans, he hedges, “eh, i’m not one to make promises…”

Toriel gives him an amused glance, probably under the impression that Frisk doesn’t know about his promise to her. Whoops. Well, it all turned out alright.

Frisk continues to stare at him.

“that look on your face…” sans sighs. “you’re not leaving until you get a promise out of me, are you?”

They’d do it, too. Frisk had worn Undyne down until she didn’t want to kill them anymore; they’d definitely stare sans down until he broke—however long it took. Even if they can’t outlast him in patience, they do beat him out in determination.

No use delaying the inevitable. There are worse fates than waiting around for the kid.

“you’re really making me pull my wait here,” he tells them. “but fine, if it’ll take a wait off your shoulders. i’ll be here until you come back.”

He offers them his pinkie, which they grasp firmly and bounce once. The most sacred of vows is made.

Frisk offers him a solemn nod before they scurry off to parts unknown.

It’s not long at all before Frisk returns—just long enough that Toriel has remembered that she didn’t bring anything for Frisk, and that they might need any of the things kids need on the surface. Or, sans suspects, she’s remembered that she wants to make them a pie. She’s talked often enough–and fondly—about how she used to prepare a special pie for her children…she asked sans to stay and wait for Frisk, and to let them know that she hasn’t abandoned them and will in fact be returning with a surprise, and that she is very excited to see the surface with them. sans had to promise again (ugh, commitment) that he wouldn’t leave until Frisk came back, just to stop her from worrying herself out of it.

Not that he’d mind her company while he waits around, but she’s talked once or twice about how much she misses hearing little feet run through her home. If she wants to do something nice for the kid, he’s not gonna stop her.

It helps if he doesn’t think of this as another promise, just…reinforcing his earlier one. As long as he doesn’t go outside before Frisk comes back, he’s golden. Can’t be more than a few days, at most.

And speak of the human, Frisk is already darting back down the hall, out of breath. Were they sprinting?

Huh. They’ve barely been gone twenty minutes, and already they’re scampering back like he might have disappeared while they were gone.

Those are some abandonment issues. sans can understand why Toriel was so worried about stepping out for a minute.

He adjusts his posture to be even a touch lazier, deliberately not looking to the east. see, kiddo? just waiting, like i said. nothing to worry about.

Out loud, he says, “that was fast. take a shortcut?”

*No, Frisk says, solemn. They glance around the room and…falter. *Mom?

Right, right. “she said she’s comin’ right back. went off to get something ready. just between you and me, kid, there might be a surprise in your future.”

He winks his left eye, but the kid’s returned smile is off. A little too tense around the eyes as they process this information, before they shake their head a touch too firmly and walk to the eastern end of the room.

Sans strolls behind them, but keeps his distance. They’re looking pretty worked up.

They’re only getting tenser as they approach the doorway to the Surface. sans has a bad feeling about this.

“you know, if you wanted to go with tori, i’m sure you could. she’s a real nice lady, be happy to see you. besides, i know a shortcut. we could catch up with her in no time,” sans offers. Heh, literally no time…because no time would pass while he’s taking his shortcut…

The kid is stone-faced. Well, they can’t all be winners.

Well, they’re less stone-faced and more…biting their lip and clutching something in their pocket, shifting back and forth on their feet like they can’t decide where to go. Indecision weakens the rigid line of their shoulders for a moment and their foot creeps an inch towards him, but they don’t turn around, staring at the portal to the world they’re from and wavering.

Then their resolve firms up, and they take the last step to stand in the doorway where the barrier had been. They go no further. They turn their back on the surface, and face sans, but don’t meet his eye. Their hair falls in their face and they don’t move it aside.

They’re, uh.

“lookin’ pretty fierce, there, kiddo,” sans says gently—cautiously. “getting ready to face the world?”

He doesn’t like that look at all. The squared stance, feet placed apart but poised to move in any direction, the broad set to their shoulders—it’s like they’re…filling up space? Trying to look bigger than they are?—no, it’s like they’re…putting down roots. Unstoppable force turned immovable object. Like they’re gearing up for a fight, or like they’re protecting something.

Protecting something, but not necessarily from sans—or at least, not sans alone. Their head is cocked slightly to hear behind them, and their weight centered to spin. Evidently they don’t plan on giving ground in any direction.

Now, sans has seen Frisk do a lot of things. Nonsensical things, funny things, concerning things, sad things. But even before their almost-fight with Asgore, he’s never seen them really prepare to FIGHT. Even in front of Undyne, when sans had been dead certain they would kill or be killed, they’d darted away again and again. He was pretty sure they’d been planning to sprint through the rest of the Underground with her on their tail, if she hadn’t had some trouble with Hotland.

It had given him…a lot of confidence, actually. Every time he’d seen no way around violence—their battles with Muffet, the guards in Hotland, Mettaton’s live TV battle with them, Jerry—he’d looked back at it all before meeting them for judgement. There were a lot of encounters Frisk had had with absurdly specific or seemingly random solutions. sans had thought most times that the only way for them to get through was to kill the monster in question. Not out of malice, but because their opponents would have killed Frisk, for the most part, without a second thought.

It takes a certain kind of person to ACT instead of FIGHT back when the monsters around them are choosing to FIGHT each turn. Gambling their own life in the hopes that they’d be able to SPARE someone who wouldn’t do the same for them…even if sans’s vague suspicions about their DETERMINATION are correct, there’s only so many times DT can bring a person back from the brink. They’d risked a lot to find a peaceful route that sans would have given up on, if he were them.

Frisk has shown time and time again that they’re DETERMINED to avoid killing anyone. Even when it would be understandable, even when it would be smart. They’re a pacifist, through and through.

So what brings a person like that to stand where the barrier had been, trembling violently, but preparing for the FIGHT of their life?

“uh,” says sans. He’s not really sure how to handle this. “we did get through the last FIGHT, right? there’s not something nasty waiting for us on the other side of that barrier?”

Come to think of it, he doesn’t know why exactly Frisk ended up down here. He’d figured it was for the obvious reason, but…

Frisk won’t look at him. They stay tense. That looks exhausting.

“bud,” sans says. “buddy. frisk.”

He takes a step forward—he can’t see their eyes, but he knows they’re watching him like a hawk. Their whole body shifts to track him, while keeping their guard up behind them.

*No one is fighting anyone, they say.

Sans gives them an obvious once-over. They’re more geared for a fight than just about anyone in the Underground, right now.

He takes another step. “sure doesn’t look that way.”

*No one is fighting anyone. Because monsters will never go to the Surface.

So that’s how it is.

The FIGHT begins.

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Title: Soulmate Highs Rating: T Summary: Everyone has a soulmate tell. As Stan finds out one day, his is that whatever his soulmates write on their skin appears on his as well. He should be overjoyed, but instead, he’s just nervous his soulmates will find him boring… Ships: Stunny (Stan x Butters x Kenny) Other: For @polyshipprompts Polyship Week, day 2, Soulmate AU.

Oof thought I had an extra day to work on this but nope, I was wrong. >>, Sorry if it seems rushed or lacks the deeper nuisance and trope deconstruction of my other soulmate works. This one is mostly just for an excuse to write this ship.

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“Well,” Kyle took a breath, “that’s a dick alright.”

Stan couldn’t keep his eyes off the crude drawing of a penis across the underside of his arm. One moment, he had nothing there, then the next a line appeared. As if by magic, the rest of the appendage slowly grew across his skin.

“I can’t believe it,” Stan muttered. He’d heard stories of this, but never thought he would experience it. This happened to a second cousin’s hairstylist or a friend of a friend of an aunt’s stepmother. People you didn't ever meet. People who were lucky and excentric. This didn’t happen to normal people like Stan.

“Me neither.” Kyle prodded the drawing with his finger. “You’ve really got your soulmate’s writing on your arm.”

Stan slapped his best friend’s hand away. “They’re not writing to me. I bet they don’t even know it happened.”

Stan covered the drawing, his mind buzzing. Everyone had some way to find their soulmates. Those were the soulmate tells. Some people swapped eye colors. Some were color blind until they touched their soulmate. Some shared fingerprints.

Stan had always assumed he would be someone who shared a birthmark with his soulmate, and, given how small and awkwardly placed his birthmark was on the back of his upper thigh, he would never have a chance to find his soulmate anyway.

Having his soulmate’s drawing just appear threw that theory out the window.

Only one in a few thousand had a soulmate tell like this! A direct line of communication right on his skin!

“I really, really can’t believe this.” Stan felt a goofy smile spread across his face. “I never thought I’d get this lucky.”

“Yeah,” Kyle crossed his legs on the carpet, “you’ve got a really good lot in your love life, Stan. I’m happy for you.”

Stan winced at Kyle’s tone. Kyle wasn’t upset or mad or even jealous, but behind his happiness for Stan, there was a tinge of bitterness.

On Kyle’s wrists were the words ‘thank you, please, come again’. They were either his soulmate’s first words to him or their last. Kyle had long ago adopted a pessimistic outlook that they had to be the first and last, and he would walk out of whatever store they worked at never see his soulmate again.

“Hey, Kyle, I’m sorry,” Stan started, but Kyle held up his hand.

“Dude, it’s fine. Are you going to reply?” Kyle changed the topic back to Stan’s soulmate.

Stan nodded, craning his head around to find a pen or marker. Spotting one under his bed, he moved to his side and reached out his fingers to roll it close enough to grab it.

He spun the blue sharpie in his fingers, thinking what to say. Maybe the direct approach was best. Something like 'Hello? Is this my soulmate?“ Or maybe he could draw a dick back. Give his soulmate the first impression that he was a chill dude.

Before Stan could decide, teal blue words scrawled across his arm under the dick drawing.

"Wow! Did you draw this? Are you my soulmate?” the words said, with an arrow pointing to the drawing and a wide smiling face.

Stan frowned, twisting his arm around. Why would his soulmate reply to their drawing? Unless…

The original purple ink wrote under the teal blue, “I guess I am! If I knew today my arm drawings would reach my soulmate, I would have drawn something more classy than a dick! lol”

“You don’t just have one soulmate, you have two.” Kyle gasped. “Shit, dude. Now you have to reply.”

Stan nodded, uncapping the marker with his teeth. He spat the cap out and held the marker over his arm, just under purple’s response.

“Wowie, golly, and here I thought I’d never have a soulmate. I wasn’t born with weird eyes or marks or nothing. Where you?” Teal ended their question with an oversized question mark, right where Stan was about to write.

“I gotta mole in the shape of Louisiana on the bottom of my foot, but that’s it.” Purple drew a rough outline of the Pelican State.

“I’ve never been to Louisiana. I don’t think I’ve ever been off Hawaii.”

Stan sucked in a breath. “He’s from Hawaii?” He exclaimed as Purple wrote, “You’re from HAWAII?!?!?!”

“Yup!” Teal added a stick figure surfing on a wave.

Instead of replying directly, Purple drew sunglasses on the stick figure then added a speech bubble proclaiming, “Cool!”

Stan grinned at their antics. He was sure he’d like Purple’s personality, and Teal must have so many stories from living in a tropical paradise.

“So, are you going to eavesdrop or tell them?” Kyle asked, leaning back. He snapped a photo with his phone. A second later, Stan’s phone lit up with a SnapChat notification. Stan capped the marker and picked up his phone, already knowing what the notification was about.

“Local Love Struck Doofus To Scared to Talk To Soulmates. More At 10,” the caption on the picture read.

Kyle smirked as Stan flipped him the bird.

“I’ll talk to them, I just…I need to find the right time to jump into the conversation.” Stan twisted his arm to see the continuing conversation his soulmates were having.

“So where do YOU live?” Teal asked.

“I live in the Colorado mountains,” Purple added a winter hat to the surfing figure then a few snowflakes.

“Kyle, he lives in Colorado!” Stan scrambled to sit on his knees and shoved his arm in Kyle’s face. “In the mountains, like you do! Maybe you know him?”

“There are a lot of mountain towns,” Kyle fell back to keep Stan’s arm from his vision, “and besides, if he lives in South Park, too, he’ll definitely know about you. Everyone in South Park and Middle Park knows about 'Tegrity Farms. It’s where most of the town gets its weed.”

He waved his hand around as if clearing pot smoke from the room. “I guess that works out well for you, then. Having one live in the same state.”

Stan’s stomach fell to his knees. He hadn’t thought of that. What would his soulmates think that he lived on a cannabis farm? There is no way they wouldn’t think less of him for knowing how to make pot butter.

For probably the millionth time, Stan cursed his dad for moving them out of the mountains ten years ago when he was five to start 'living naturally and in one with nature.’

Stan tossed the marker onto his bed before flopping onto his stomach on the floor.

He held out his arm and stared at the conversation.

“Do you snowboard?! Sled? I’ve never seen snow before!” Teal wrote.

“Sledding yes, but not snowboarding. I know how to ski a little.” Purple added a bear surfing alongside the stick figure. “It’s pretty boring here. I like it like that, though.”

Teal started to write something, but Purple wrote over him with another question.

“What’s your name? We should probably know lol.”

“My name is Leopold, but everyone calls me Butters–it’s a long story.”

So Teal Ink was Leopold–Butters. It would take a while for Stan to get used to calling someone 'Butters,’ but he was sure he could do it if he had to.

“Butters? Like what’s on toast?”

The last few letters in 'toast’ curved up so they didn’t overlap a part of the earlier conversation.

“Brb, gonna wash my arm off,” Purple said in the middle of the penis drawing.

“Me too,” Teal added under.

“Well, this seems as good of break in the conversation as any,” Kyle commented, tracing the words on his wrist with his fingers. “Wait for them to wash it off, then say you’re here too.”

Stan chewed his lip. “Yeah, maybe…”

Hearing the nervous tone in his voice, Kyle rolled his eyes. He stood and brushed his pants off.

“Where are you going?” Stan demanded to know as Kyle strolled towards the door. “ You can’t leave me while this is going on.”

“I’m coming right back.” Kyle pulled open the door. “You know my mom doesn’t let me eat at your house. Do you want me to pick you up anything while I’m out?”

Stan sighed. In retrospect, he should be glad he was able to keep up a friendship with Kyle at all after he moved away, but all the rules and regulations Mrs. Broflovski put on Kyle when he came down to visit were such pains in the ass.

“Yeah, there is a new gas station if you turn left and head East instead of back up towards South Park. They have that macha Monster I like and awesome chicken veggie pizza.” Stan pushed himself up to pick up his wallet from his desk. He took out a ten and handed it to Kyle.

Kyle nodded, pocketing the money. “Ok, macha monster, chicken veggie pizza. Got it. Don’t get another tattoo while I’m on a food run.” He smirked as Stan slapped a hand over his hip.

“That happened one time and you won’t let me live it down,” Stan muttered, tracing the poorly done paw print tattoo through his shirt. Some older kids from Stan’s school had invited them to a party, where Stan had been talked into being a canvas for an eleventh-grade amateur tattoo artist.

Kyle had tried to talk him out of it, but the artist was so pretty, Stan couldn’t say no and waited until Kyle left to grab something to eat back upstairs before allowing her to make the paw outline on his upper hip.

“Nope.”

As Kyle headed down the hall and the steps, Stan stuck his head out of his room to shout, “And get me a Twix, too.”

“Are you going to stress eat all night over this?” Kyle yelled back, the top of his head disappearing down the stairs.

“I just fucking might!”

“Stanley, language!” His mom shouted from downstairs.

After calling down an apology, Stan went back to his room and sat at his desk. He eyed the cup of pens, markers, and pencils. It would only take one mark for his worrying to end. If they were his soulmates, then what his family did for a living shouldn’t bother them too much, right?

Stan’s hand hovered over an uncapped ballpoint pen sitting straight up in the cup. His arm was clear of ink now. This was his chance.

Just as his fingers brushed the pen, Butters replied.

“That’s better and yes my nickname is Butters like what goes on toast ha-ha!”

“That’s awesome dude,” Purple replied a moment later. “My name’s Kenny btw.”

Stan dropped his arm to the desktop, heaving a sigh.

He couldn’t do it.

Resting his cheek on the cool wood of the desk, Stan watched his soulmates get to know more about each other, unaware of their third partner’s eyes on their words.

Butters and Kenny went on to fill up his arm several times with chit chat and doodles. Butters was quite the artist and covered his wrist with vines and flowers twice. Kenny was funny as hell and made Stan have to cover his mouth to keep quiet before his parents came barging in.

They seemed like amazing soulmates.

After erasing their arm conversations again, Butters asked, “Could you do me a favor Kenny?”

“Sure, what?” Kenny wrote back.

“I have a tattoo. I got it to piss off my parents last year. Do you have it now? Or does it only count if I get another?”

Stan’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t even thought about if old ink still counted. He pulled up his shirt and stared at the faded green-black paw print.

“You have a tat? That’s sick dude! What is it? Where is it? I’ve always wanted one but couldn’t afford to go to a good place.”

“Thank you! I designed it myself. It’s on my left shoulder. Check yours!”

Heart pounding in his ears, Stan slowly rolled up his sleeve. Just before his shoulder, he stopped, shaking. Forcing courage through his body, he rolled it up completely to see a T-like shape in a box with the word 'Chaos’ written under it. Each of the word’s letters was in a different font style. Unlike Stan’s simple outline, this tattoo had shading that made the weird box shape look like metal.

“Oh, no…” Stan whimpered. He spun around and dove onto his bed where he left his phone. He didn’t bother to try texting. Pressing Kyle’s number, he held the phone up to his ear.

Three rings and Kyle picked up. “Yes, Stan?”

“Butters has a tattoo–and now I have one too. Another one. They’ll know I’m here when they see my tattoo.” Stan started to pace his room. “What do I do?”

“Just tell them! Who cares what they’re talking about. Just write on yourself that you’re their other soulmate and live happily ever after or whatever.” Kyle’s voice sounded irritated. “It’s not hard, Stan.”

“You don’t get it, Kyle! My family lives on a cannibis farm. I’m not funny or artistic like they are. I’m just…you know a normal joe. Nothing special.” Stan threw his arm out and brushed the back of his hand across his pen cup, knocking the whole thing over.

Pens and markers scattered on the floor, several rolling under the desk.

Stan swore, running his hand through his hair.

“Dude, I am not letting you have perfect access to meeting your soulmates and throwing it away because you’re a coward. Don’t make me take matters into my own hands, Stanley,” Kyle threatened.

“I am not a coward–”

The sound of coins and cash hitting a glass counter came through the phone.

“I have to help my love-struck, doofus best friend talk to his soulmates. Keep the change,” Kyle told someone. To Stan, he continued, “you have until I’ve driven back to 'Tridgey Farm to do it yourself, or I will sit on you and write it myself.”

Stan shuddered. He’d known Kyle since they were both in diapers. He could and would do what he threatened. No doubt about that. he would pin him down and write bluntly something like “This is your other soulmate’s best friend. He is too much of a wuss to talk to you two. His name is Stan.” right across his arm in black ink.

Stan slumped down in his chair, burying his face in his arms.

“Why can’t I have a colorblind soulmate tell or anything else? This isn’t fair…” Stan whined.

“Don’t know what to tell you. At least you know you’ll be able to meet yours and not walk out on them forever…” Kyle muttered bitterly. “Just–oh, shoot. That’s the clerk coming to my car. Well, you just got yourself another few minutes.”

He hung up before Stan could speak.

Stan repeatedly dropped his forehead against the desk. What was he going to do? He couldn’t let Kyle get here and do it. That would make him look like a total loser!

Deciding that reading Butters and Kenny’s conversation might calm him down, he rolled his head towards his arm.

A mark of blue ink ran down the back of his hand from his knuckles to just past his wrist.

“Did you do that? Are you ok?” Kenny asked, drawing an arrow to the blue streak.

“No, I didn’t draw that.” Butters drew a frowny face.

“Is there someone else here? Helloooooooo?”

Stan watched the final o and question mark appear on his skin. He heaved a sigh and sat up. He reached for a pen, only to remember he knocked the pen cup from his desk a moment before.

Shaking his head, he bent over and picked up the first pen he found.

“Ollie ollie oxen free!” Butters wrote. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Swallowing down his nerves, Stan pressed the pen to his skin.

“Sorry.” He wrote then added, “I’m Stan.”

“What?! So, there are three of us here? Triple soulmates?!” Butters then drew a big heart. “I woke up today thinking I had none and before noon I got three? How lucky!”

“Noon?” Stan asked himself, then remember Hawaii was a few hours behind.

“Cool, man. How long have you been watching?” Kenny asked.

Stan considered lying that he had just woke up, but decided against it. Best foot forward didn’t involve lies.

“An hour? I saw the dick. I was,” Stan paused, “nervous.”

“Wow. That’s cute.”

He could almost hear the tease in Kenny’s words as if he had spoken them, but somehow he didn’t mind it. Instead, he wondered what they really sounded like, or even what they looked like. Kenny seemed like the kind of guy to have a lopsided smile. Butters probably spoke with his hands, Stan guessed.

The whole conversation he’d read, they had given vague descriptions of themselves. Both of them were blonds with blue eyes and his age, fifteen, but nothing else.

“It’s ok! I was nervous, too,” Butters made a smiley face, “but with three of us, will we have room on our arms anymore?”

“If we write really tiny…” Kenny let his handwriting grow smaller and smaller until the n and y were barely readable.

Stan snorted a laugh. In his tiniest handwriting, he asked, “Does anyone have a Discord or something?”

“I do! It’s ProfChaos172, my hamster is my pfp.” Butters announced with a picture of a hamster in a square box.

“I do but could you wait a few minutes? Don’t have wifi in the house,” Kenny admitted. “Gimme ten minutes to get to the library.”

“Wait, first, there is something I have to say if you even want to really include me in your lives.” Stan steeled himself. “Dad moved us to a pot farm when I was 5. Other than that I’m boring compared to you two…Idk if you want a boring soulmate like me.”

“A POT FARM?! HOLY SHIT!” Kenny drew a big, purple cannabis leaf. “Dude, that’s not boring.”

“I don’t think it’s possible to have a boring farm life no matter what farm you’re on,” Butters announced.

A weight lifted off Stan’s shoulders. With a smile on his lips, he placed his fingertips over the top of his soulmates’ last words. Knowing they wouldn’t think he was weird or boring because of his farm life, Stan wrote down his discord name and told Kenny he and Butters would wait ten minutes before attempting to contact each other.

Once Kenny wished them both goodbye, Stan bent down to turn on his computer. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the desk as the discord logo spun around. Updates, of course. It’ll take forever for all of them to download.

Leaning back, Stan took out his phone and pulled up Kyle’s contact. If Kyle was driving, should he just text him? Calling would be faster, but would Kyle even pick up? He only got his license a month ago and was a very careful driver.

Just as Stan went to open a text message, his phone rang. Kyle was calling him.

“Perfect,” Stan mumbled before answering, “Hey, Kyle, good news. You don’t have to hold me down. I did it.”

“Oh, yeah, cool for you, Stan. Good job,” Kyle replied absentmindedly.

“Kyle? You sound distracted?” Stan strained his ears. He couldn’t hear any engine rumbling or radio or the wind. Hadn’t Kyle left yet?

Someone asked a question, and Kyle covered the phone to answer.

“Kyle?” Stan shouted into the phone as discord finally loaded. He already had a request from ProfChaos172 waiting. His profile picture was a cute cream-colored hamster. It even had a little cape on. Stan made a note to send a picture of his dog Sparky right away. Did Kenny have any pets? That topic would be a great starting off point for all three of them to talk, and it wouldn’t be hard to steer the conversation that way, either.

“Stan, you are not going to believe what happened at the gas station.”

“You got the final punch in your free pizza card,” Stan guessed as he pulled up his file folder of Sparky pictures.

“No, better,” Kyle laughed. “Do you know Jimmy Valmer?”

“Yeah. He’s in my class. Funny guy.”

“He works at the gas station you sent me to, and do you know what his Soulmate tell is? It’s like mine, words on his wrist.” Kyle continued, excitement growing in his voice. “You know what the words are?” He didn’t give Stan time to answer. “'I have to help my love-struck, doofus best friend talk to his soulmates. Keep the change’.”

Stan furrowed his brow. “No. No way. Isn’t that what you said while you were on the phone a bit ago?”

“Uh-huh! And Jimmy told me 'Thank you, please come again’! Do you know what that means? We’re soulmates!” Kyle shouted. “I found my soulmate. Life is great!” Stan could almost see Kyle jumping to his feet as he announced his joy to the gas station parking lot.

Stan held the phone from his ear, but couldn’t help but smile. After years of moping and being bitter about it, Kyle ended up finding his soulmate after all. Stan would have to rub the irony of it in Kyle’s face sometime.

“Aren’t we just a lucky pair of boys tonight.” Stan chortled to himself. “Are you coming back here?”

“Nah, I’m staying in the parking lot to talk with Jimmy until I have to head back up the mountain. I called to tell you that so you didn’t worry,” Kyle explained. “I’ll pay you back for your pizza next time I see you.”

“No, it’s fine. Consider it a gift for urging me to talk to Kenny and Butters.” Stan smiled fondly at the computer screen. Only a couple more minutes now until Kenny showed up.

“Thanks, man,” Kyle replied. “I think I’m going to go now. Have fun chatting with your soulmates.”

“Have fun chatting with yours.” Stan hung up as a request to join a private group chat with ProfChaos174 and 6969SexyBeastMcCormick6969 appeared on his screen.

Without missing a beat, Stan moved his mouse and accepted the invite.

#stan marsh #kenny mccormick #butters stock #stunny #stan x kenny x butters #one-shot #polyshipweek #kyle broflovski

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justtessasworld · 5 years

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connected | kai parker

Guess who's back?? Btw I'm sorry for the format, Tumblr doesn't allow me to make paragraphs anymore?? Idk why but everytime I post it with paragraphs they're suddenly gone 🤷‍♀️

In which y/n sees Kai in her dreams.

“That was a good one!”, y/n laughed.

The young woman was sitting at the table in the kitchen of some house somewhere in Virginia. At least Kai said so.

Said man was sitting in front of her, they were playing some game but he had interrupted it by his corny jokes.

“So what are you up to today?”, y/n asked after her laughter had quieted down.

“Hm, we'll see”, Kai stated, pouring himself a glass of water. “Probably going to watch some TV, steal something from the store down the street. The usual for living alone in a world.”

Y/n sighed, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “I wish I could be there for you. Be here.” She looked around the room, around this small piece of Kai's prison world she was in.

“Oh, don't you worry! I'm just going to wait till you go to sleep again.”

Y/n chuckled dryly, scratching her fingernail over the table.

“Yes, I know, but I just-”, she stopped abruptly.

Y/n felt the strange pull in her stomach, that weird feeling she still hasn't fully become comfortable with after all these years.

“Is it already time?”, Kai asked, standing up and swiftly walking towards the woman.

Y/n nodded, gripping his arms as her legs grew weak. “I frigging hate this feeling.”

Kai chuckled, holding her waist with one hand.

“See you tomorrow”, he said, gently caressing her cheek with his free hand.

Y/n felt her face grow hot, he was so close to her and he smelled so good and-

“See you tomorrow”, she whispered and then she was gone. Disappearing into thin air.

Y/n groaned annoyed as she stopped the ringing of her alarm. 7 am.

Kicking away her blanket, the young woman pulled the ring on her necklace to the front.

It always fell to the back when she was sleeping.

Turning the ring around in her hand, y/n thought of Kai.

The ring had been his once. All those years ago before he was put into this prison world.

Y/n's grandma had found it in the woods in Portland, where Kai had lost it in the night of his imprisonment.

The ring was her gift from her grandmother at her 14th birthday. And also the reason for her dreams. Or whatever they were. They started a few days after her birthday and just never stopped. At first y/n was scared out of her mind of this strange young man in her dreams, living completely alone in the world and being so incredibly rude too. But after some troubles they really got to know each other and y/n Kai became friends, somehow.

She thought she was crazy when she was younger and she still did, sometimes. But she just couldn't believe that her mind could make up such a realistic person. Y/n never told anyone about her dreams though. Not her family nor her friends, she knew better than to try it, she had watched supernatural movies after all.

Letting the necklace go she stood up, making herself ready for work.

“Elena! How are you?”, y/n exclaimed as she saw the Gilbert sitting in the Grill.

Y/n worked there in the summer to pay off her student loans, just as a few other of her friends.

“I'm fine”, Elena snapped. Wowie, y/n thought, someone was in a bad mood right now.

Elena's gaze softened and she turned to the other young woman. “I'm sorry, y/n. It's just-”

“It's just that Damon and Bonnie are still gone?”, y/n interrupted, she might not be one of Elena's best friends but they got along more than good and so y/n knew about the absence of Elena's boyfriend and her best friend. Even though y/n didn't exactly knew everything.

“Well, Damon's back”, Elena stated. “I'm actually meeting with him here, but Bonnie's still… away.”

The way Elena's said ‘away’ made y/n frown. Bonnie wasn't missing, was she? No, if she really was missing, y/n would know. All of Mystic Falls would know.

“Well I hope she comes home soon”, y/n said, smiling brightly and said goodbye.

On her way to the bar she saw Damon and waved, a small grin forming on his normally frowning face.

After a long day at the Grill and with her friends and studies, y/n was more than happy to change out of her clothes and fall on her bed. Looking at her clock, she saw that it was already 10 pm.

Snuggling into her blankets she clutched her fingers around Kai's ring and fell asleep.

There was the feeling of falling and then suddenly she stood in the same house as last night, the sunlight bathing the dark room in bronze colors.

Turning around, y/n couldn't spot Kai. Hm, normally she would just appear in the same room as him, where was he?

“Kai?”, she shouted, walking into the hall. No answer.

“Malachai? Where are you?”, still no answer.

Without a warning the front door opened, nearly knocking y/n off her feet.

“Hey!”, she cried out taken aback, stepping back a few steps.

“Y/n? What are you already doing here?”, Kai snapped, glancing behind him. What the hell?

“Wow, Kai. I'm happy to see you too”, y/n snarled, putting her hand on her hip and looking at him suspiciously.

“You can't be here right now”, Kai growled, slamming his hand against his head.

Y/n flinched, grabbing his hand and hiding them tightly.

Kai always had the habit of punching his head and everything when something was with her, as if that would make y/n disappear. Because even though they knew each other for years now, Kai still thought that she was just a hallucination, a way of making him feel better in this lonely hell.

“Hey, Kai. Kai!”, she shouted, catching his attention. “You know I hate it when you do that”, she said quietly, her eyes sad. It hurt her so much, when she saw him in pain.

“Kai? Who are you talking too?”, a feminine voice said, standing behind the door. Before y/n could react the woman walked into the hall, looking at Kai and then at her.

Y/n knew the woman. It was-

“Bonnie?”

“Y/n?!“

Gasping y/n sat up in her bed. Fuck, her head hurt. In all these years of having these dreams she never had left them this abruptly, being more like pushed out of them than slowly pulled out.

What the hell happened?

She saw Bonnie and then she suddenly woke up. Oh God, Bonnie! Her shirt had been full of blood and she'd looked like hell. And most importantly she had been in Kai's prison world. Kai had told her that he was there because of murdering his family (with which y/n was still not comfortable with), so what had Bonnie done to get imprisoned there?

Or was she accidentally there?

Glancing at her clock, y/n saw that it was only midnight yet. Not too late to hit up Elena.

Standing in front of the massive Salvatore mansion, y/n snuggled more into her warm jacket and ringed the bell.

She had picked up Elena here a few weeks ago, the two of them wanting to go shopping with Caroline.

Now she was waiting for someone to open up, Elena or one of the Salvatores, she didn't care.

The door opened and y/n saw Damon, looking annoyed at her with an open shirt. Apparently y/n interrupted Elena's and Damon's sexy time.

Y/n smiled shyly. “I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have to talk to Elena.”

The vampire looked at her sceptically.

“It's about Bonnie.”

“So you saw her in your dreams?”, Elena asked slowly.

Y/n nodded slightly, maybe it wasn't the best idea, now they probably did think she was mental.

“And in your dreams you are in a prison world with Kai?”

Y/n nodded again.

“How do you know that psycho-boy?”, Damon looked at her closely.

“Psycho-boy? Do you know him?”, y/n asked surprised, turning to him.

“I was in that prison world with him for months. I only escaped alone because your murder-boyfriend shot Bonnie in the stomach!”, the man spat, his face furious.

Y/n gaped at him. “No, he- he wouldn't do that”, the woman whispered, then cringing.

“Well, he did kill his family, so… “, Elena mumbled and y/n frowned. She was right, though.

“How do we get her out of there?”, Damon asked annoyed.

“Well-”, y/n interrupted Elena. “What do you mean ‘her’? We have to get both of them out of there!”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no”, Damon laughed pouring himself a glass of bourbon.

“We won't help that psycho-murderer get out of there!”

“But-”

“No!”

Y/n frowned deeply.

“Well, I don't know how to get anyone out of there”, y/n snapped, “so I'll get going.”

She stood up, taking her coat from the couch.

“You may not know a way but you can help us with the witchy-woo”, Damon said.

Y/n turned around to the two of them. “Witchy-woo?”, she asked.

“Well yeah, or whatever you witches call your magic.”

“Damon, I don't think-”

“You- you think I'm a witch?”, y/n spluttered.

Damon nodded confused. Elena rubbed her temples.

“I'm not a witch!”, y/n laughed hysterically, “We're not in some kind of fairy tale!”

“Y/n, you have to have realized that these dreams aren't normal”, Elena said in a soft voice. “They're pretty common for witches.”

“I mean, of course I know that it's not normal, but I'm not--I'm not a witch.”

Y/n shook her head vehemently. “If I'm a witch, what are you? Vampires?”

Elena and Damon went silent, looking at each other.

“Oh, you've got to be kidding me”, y/n groaned, having to sit down again. “I'm in a damn Twilight fanfiction.”

It had been a week now since y/n found out about the supernatural world. And her probably being a witch. They couldn't confirm it yet, y/n couldn't actually use her ‘magic’ specifically but Elena and Damon and all the other vampires, y/n had met this week (well she did already know them, she just never knew that they weren't human) were sure that was a witch.

God, it felt so weird, saying that. Her, a witch.

There's also been another weird thing. In this whole week y/n had never dreamed of Kai. Not once. Sleeping, actually sleeping and not spending time with Kai, was strange for her.

It was like he didn't want her there, with him. As if he pushed her away.

Y/n awoke, in the middle of the night again, she had slept, like a normal human being but it felt wrong.

She grabbed the ring, thumbing it around.

“Kai, please, let me in”, she whispered, near tears. She couldn't sleep and not being able to dream of him, to be with him with her visions, she didn't just feel like she couldn't relax she felt like she had lost her best friend.

Crying out, y/n pulled off her necklace, throwing it into her room.

She couldn't sleep that night.

A few weeks later, y/n was walking home from the Salvatores, having spend the whole day trying to find a way to use her powers, as she saw a man standing on her front pouch.

“Can I help you?”, she shouted, pulling her keys out of her jacket.

The man turned around and y/n let go of her keys, clanking down to the ground.

That tall frame, dark hair, these dark intense eyes. Malachai Parker.

Y/n gasped, looking at him shocked.

Kai smiled. “Hello, love.”

The young woman cried out, letting her bag fall to the ground and running towards him.

He laughed deeply as she threw her arms around of him, picking her up. Her legs wrapping around his waist.

Kai sighed, burying his face into her hair.

“Why! Why would you keep me out? I was so worried, I thought- I-”, y/n sobbed, clutching his back.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry”, Kai mumbled, squeezing her thigh.

She looked at him, into these deep brown eyes. God, they were shining and so full of emotion. Her smooth hands stroked his jaw, up to his hair, pushing some strands back. He was so handsome and he was here.

“I can't believe you're here”, she whispered, fingernails lightly scratching his neck.

He nodded, his nose nearly touching hers.

Suddenly she was more than aware of their closeness, her legs around his middle, their faces only inches apart, his grip on her thigh.

Y/n breathed shallowly, her gaze flicking to his lips, just as his did the same.

Both of them flinched as the sound of a horn echoed from the street.

Y/n coughed slightly, awkwardly getting off of Kai.

The man grumbled something quietly.

“Let's- let's just go in”, y/n mumbled, picking up her stuff and walking to her apartment, making sure not to meet his eyes.

He was hot on her heels, following her into the small apartment y/n was able to afford.

They had spoken about that exact home once in one of her visions, Kai had never listened that closely. He was happy he did, otherwise he wouldn't have found her.

“Home sweet home”, y/n chuckled, shrugging out of her jacket.

She walked into the kitchen, drinking some water.

Kai appeared in the door frame, leaning against it.

“Love”, he started.

“How are you here? Why are you here? Why didn't I have these dreams the last weeks? You once said you're a witch? Are you a witch? Am I a witch? Elena and Damon said so but-”, y/n rambled.

Kai laughed lowly. “Breathe, y/n, breathe.”

Y/n nodded, sitting down.

“I'm going to explain everything later”, the young man said, walking to where y/n was sitting.

“But firstly I have to get some magic.” Right, y/n thought, she remembered that he was a siphoner and now being in the real world again, he could get magic again.

“Right, of course. I don't know how, though.”

Kai kneeled down in front of her, gently grabbing her wrists.

“Let me try something, that way we also find out if you really are a witch.”

Kai watched her closely. Y/n nodded, she trusted him with her life.

His grip on her wrists tightened and a hot feeling shot through them. It traveled up her arms and spread out until her whole body was hot and prickled.

“Kai”, she moaned, her body growing weak.

He stopped abruptly, letting go of her and nearly falling on the floor, his eyes dark with ecstasy.

“Y/n”, he groaned. “Well now we're sure you're a witch.”

“Why?”, she asked, slumped again the chair.

“Because I just took a bit of your magic and you have more magic than any other witch I've ever known.”

“If you want to stay you can take the bed”, y/n said, putting their dinner in the fridge.

They had spent the entire afternoon with talking, catching up with what happened in the last weeks.

Kai nodded thankfully.

“Elena called, they found Bonnie but they don't know where you are.”

Y/n felt bad for lying to Elena but she didn't want the vampires to do anything to Kai.

"Thank you", the siphoner smiled softly. "And I can take the couch if you don't mind."

"OK", the young woman whispered, turning to her bedroom door. "Goodnight, Malachai."

"Goodnight, love."

Y/n was a light sleeper, so when she started to hear mumbling from the living room she was nearly instantly awake.

"Please- I- father, please", a voice groaned loudly. Kai.

Y/n slowly stood up. He had to have a nightmare. He told her about those years ago. Moments of his childhood when his family would punish him for, well, living.

"Kai?", she called out, standing at the door. The young man was laying on her couch, his tall frame nearly to much for the small couch. He was withering under the thin blanket, hands gripping the sheets, his face sweaty and hair clinging to his forehead.

"Let me go- I'm sorry- please don't- father, please, why-", he muttered, feet kicking away the blanket.

"Kai, hey, Kai!", y/n said loudly, sitting down next to him and touching his chest.

"Kai, wake up, Kai!", she shouted, she couldn't see him like that, it hurt.

Gasping, Kai sat up, his chest heaving and his eyes scanning the room disoriented.

"It's okay, it's okay", y/n mumbled like a mantra, hugging him close.

Kai sobbed lowly, gripping her waist and pulling her even closer.

"Oh God", he groaned quietly, his body calming down slowly.

She let him go after he calmed down mostly, still holding his hands.

"Do you wanna talk about it?", y/n asked, watching him closely.

He shook his head, not meeting her eyes.

"Where-", he cleared his throat, "Where is my ring", he was looking at her neck where his ring would normally hang since she was 14.

"Oh that. I- I'm sorry, I took it off when you didn't let me in anymore. I was so angry and worried.", y/n whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I'm sorry that I did that, I only pushed you out for a few days and after that you never appeared anymore. I was worried sick, myself. Ask Bonnie, I was really grumpy the last weeks", he muttered and y/n laughed quietly.

"It's OK", she said, "And I'm sorry for taking off the necklace."

Kai smiled, squeezing her waist.

She was sitting nearly on top of him and when she realized that, she blushed.

"Oh, shit, sorry", she whispered, making a move to stand up again.

Kai shook his head, pulling her back so that she sat in his lap.

She gasped, grabbing his shoulders. Oh God they were so close.

His arm wrapping around her waist, he pulled her even closer, their chests touching.

Y/n's eyes were wide, her cheeks rosy and her hair falling out of her braid.

Kai smiled softly, his hand touching her neck and cheek.

"God, you're so beautiful", he mumbled leaning towards her and before she knew it their lips touched.

Y/n moaned lowly, her hands gripping his shirt. Angling her head, she kissed back, slipping her tongue between his lips.

Kai's grip around her waist tightened, his hand teasing her braid.

His kiss turned more passionate, her hand clawing at his back, his neck.

"Fuck", Kai gasped as he pulled away, his eyes nearly black.

Y/n nodded shakingly, her lips swollen.

"I've waited so long for this", he chuckled, pecking her lips. Y/n grinned heartily, closing the gap again.

They were finally together.

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velvetgons · 5 years

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seunghun as your boyfriend;

seunghun x reader

warnings; hm maybe some swearing but nothing else :)

word count; 3.2k

requested; yes :) the junkyu one is already done and is under my writing// tag!

so what’s seunghun’s vibe i hear u ask? well it’s: ROMANCE

seunghun is the epitome of movie romance boy babey!!

you’d still meet him a very Normal and Generic setting, though

but it would still be super cute and the kind of experience where you think about it later that night and you gotta think ‘did that actually happen??’

i’m thinking a coffee shop because idk i got those chill vibes from seunghun

it’d be this really small niche coffee shop that plays the lo-fi hip-hop radio 24/7 and you only really go there because a. it’s small so there’s not a lot of people and b. the drinks are just so good?? you don’t know what they’re doing to make everything taste five star restaurant worthy but you don’t care!!

and one day you go there just to be chilled out and continue to work your way through the entire menu to test your theory that god himself is making these drinks

but when you’re just sitting and ~chilling~ you hear the door open

n you honestly don’t usually look up because it’ll just be another hipster teenager walking in, which is very valid and you’ve lowkey started to think that hipster fashion is maybe not so bad

(your friends disagree but i mean, who’s actually seeing hipster fashion up close and personal daily??)

but this time ur just like hm wonder who’s coming in today

and oh my god?? you feel like your brain has just short-circuited

there’s this cute ass boy with the softest looking hair wearing an oversized soft jumper walking into the shop with these pretty eyes that are glancing around to observe the space

and your interest is peaked, so you’re paying full attention to him now like godly drink? not important there is the most beautiful man over there and you are about ready to die with how shocked you are

and then he just. gets his coffee and you think he’s gonna turn and leave so you’re :((

but as he about reached the door he turns his head a little and he sees you and he’s like :O

tbh he’d probably actually gasp like yeah that’s seunghun and he’s shocked!

and he wants to walk over to your table but he doesn’t know if you want company or if you want to be left alone

so he’s 365 so stressed and rushes out of the coffee shop because omg he can’t make someone ((and himself)) nervous that’s too much to do in one day

and so now you’re left wondering like?? was that a good shocked face and run away? because that’s definitely not usually a good sign

but you go back the next day as usual except this time you’re waiting for something ((spoiler: it’s seunghun. you went there to see the Cute Boy.))

and tbh you don’t think he’s gonna come back because i mean who gasps and runs out of a building for a good reason

but he does!! and he’s being ‘sly’ okay seunghun trying to check to see if you’re there that day and when he sees you sat there like yesterday he’s so excited

he’s been getting prepped all throughout yesterday and mostly through the night because he didn’t sleep properly

but now he’s ready to go ask if he can sit with you and make nice polite pleasant conversation

forgive him he’s only on phase one of his long-term plan to marry the cute person he saw at the coffee shop

so he gets his coffee and he walks over to you and says in the uwu small text “hello! does anybody sit here or is this seat free?”

and i mean first of all it’s completely unnecessary for him to sit with you like there’s so many free seats

but lowkey yeah you’ve been thinking about him too so you’d say yes

even if there is the slight worry that he might be a serial killer you decide to Take The Chance this one time

and omg as soon as you said yes seunghun could swear his heart did a keyboard smash and then stopped beating for a whole minute

but he takes his seat! and then completely freezes

he just doesn’t know what to say at first :(( he’s worried he’ll say something weird or not say enough to impress you so he just sits quietly and drinks his coffee

but then he sees that you’re wearing this cute lil necklace so he’s like “wowie!! that necklace is super cute :))”

and of course you’d say “omg!! thank you so much!!”

and like tbh. he gets so much confidence from them on. he just takes that one small comments and creates a whole conversation from

he asks where you got the necklace, if you shop there often, if you shop overall often, what other things you like to shop for, what other things you like in general

when it gets to a time that either one of you have to leave, seunghun genuinely wouldn’t want to, and if he had plans he’d check to see if he could cancel them without feeling guilty to spend time with you

but if you had to leave or if he couldn’t cancel his plans he’s gonna be a sad boy

you honestly just feel like you’ve been on a date tbh

so you’d honestly forget the inhibition and be like “aw :(( well it’s okay just give me your number so we can do this again!”

and you only realise when he does the same face he did yesterday that oh whoops maybe you didn’t fully realise that you were saying that

he just makes you feel really comfortable so you honestly forget about things that would’ve made you nervous with other people

but once he recovers from the shock he’d just be like “:] yeah okay that sounds fine with me”

and he just wants to talk to you 24/7!! but he refrains from texting you all the time because he doesn’t want you to end up finding him annoying :-)

tbh though he’d respond to your texts pretty quickly all the time either way? if he’d been talking to you all day, then his responses would take like ten seconds while he typed them out. but if you hadn’t been talking to him at all, his responses would probably still only take fifteen minutes max unless he was busy with something

on that note, he’d tell you whenever he was busy with things so you didn’t ever think he was purposefully ignoring you

and he’d take you out to different coffee shops in an attempt to prove or disprove your theory about the niche lil one you go to

and if you had hobbies like visiting museums or shopping? he’d totally come along with you!!

brings you along on little trips he takes too!! if he’s going to buy something from a store he doesn’t usually go to? guess who he’s inviting!!

tries to make you push him around in the cart to see how long you can go until a staff member tells him to get out (your current record is an hour and twenty-one minutes)

tbh everyone around you would probably think you were dating?? like your friends just assume you’ve told him that you like him already and now you’re just dating

and seunghun’s probably told his friends that he was In Love with you the day he met you, because he firmly believes in soulmates even if he friends don’t

after being close friends with you for like six months you’d probably think it was time to give him a big speech about how you like him as more than just a friend

so you sit him down and give him this whole lengthy rehearsed statement like “first of all, seunghun, i really don’t want to ruin this friendship…”

and by the time you’re done rambling about how much you think he’s amazing and perfect in every way he’s like

“well, i’m really touched, seriously, i’m tearing up a little…” and you’re like :(( he’s trying to let me down gently at least, but then he just goes, “but i thought we were already dating???”

and, first of all, you’re kinda just like ok damn that was seriously unnecessary then huh. but second of all, that’s definitely not bad news!!

so you kinda just laugh n say, “we never agreed that !”

and he’d say “well you know i kinda just assumed :( my bad”

and then you become the meme (you know the one where the guy’s like “that ain’t no problem, that ain’t no problem!” that one)

but anyway! now you have a big babey as your boyfriend so you struck out there

and like. nothing changes? you’d have thought that at least something would change but now he just gets to kiss you!! and that’s about it

seunghun is a hand holding enthusiast, first of all

he loves making you really do really obscure odd things with him that if anyone else asked you to do you’d be like ‘no wtf’

but with seunghun it’s like: go find the strangest most ugly painting in an art store and take a picture of you imitating them mood it portrays? sure that sounds fun! even more fun when you actually buy it!

or maybe he wants to make a scarecrow entirely out of pictures of himself? and you’re just like, “sure, yeah, that sounds like a fun activity”

idk if this is just an english thing or if it’s world-wide but you know like pub knowledge quizzes? he’d make you go to things like that on subjects neither of you have no idea about at all

but he’d also do really cute things with you or for you sometimes :(

like, he’ll buy cards with pretty art or cute cartoons on the front and write you lil short paragraphs about a different aspect of you that he loves

or he’ll get a collection of different flower bouquets and put them all together for you

and he’s not scared to admit it either!! if you bring it up in front of other people’s he doesn’t get embarrassed because that’s his mfing baby!!

gives you about a thousand kisses every day but his favourite kind of kiss is when you give him lil pecks or pepper his cheeks with kisses :)) they make him feel all warm n cuddly n safe

all of his kisses are very sweet and soft for the most part though

and tbh he doesn’t really kiss you for any other reason than a. he knows you like being kissed omg and b. it’s such a cute lil way of showing affection

he also adores having the classic late night conversations

okay but: seunghun loves going outside late at night, he doesn’t care really whether it’s cold or warm but summer nights after a long day are his favourites, and lying or sitting on a blanket with you and having you both go off on different tangents about a thousand different things you’ve been thinking of or that you have an opinion on

for example, his fixation with soulmates

you ask him one of the many times you’re sat outside looking at the stars with him why he’s so obsessed with the concept of soulmates

and he’d kinda just shrug at you and be like “i just really do think they’re real. i really, really believe in them. that’s about it.” and he’s got these big cute eyes that are reflecting the stars and you’re two seconds away from giving him a smooch

but he’s not done!! he’d go on to be like, “well i mean. i did think they were real, but now i know they’re real because i’ve met mine.”

you might cry a lil bit at that. that’s understandable.

but he’s smiling so softly and his eyes are so starry and pretty and he’s like “can i give you a kiss :-)”

and you’re just like :(( yeah, yes pls

you’d realise a while into your relationship that he’d gotten a necklace that matched the one he’d complimented when he first met you too

and when you’d ask him why he’d tell you it was because he wanted a reminder of you and meeting you with him always

if you came to watch him practice or expressed an overt interest in his debut or anything to do with his passion he’d be so happy!! he’d love to explain things to you, or show you new choreographies and songs he was working on

i feel like seunghun’s the type to wanna have lil conversations before bed

he already knows how your day’s been because if he hasn’t been keeping in regular contact with you throughout the day, he’s definitely asked you the second he sees you

he just wants to have another run-down over it so he can comment on stuff more in depth if he hadn’t had the chance before

tells you about his day and discusses how he’s felt about things so he can hear your opinion on them too

omg but you two would definitely spill tea together i mean, if there’s drama in your day? guess who’s getting a text w a tea emoji so he knows you have something to tell him about when you see him in person

and if he sees some stuff go down? he’d probably straight up call you in a bathroom to start telling you the story before he had to rush off to make sure he didn’t miss anything

you two just gossip. you both know everything about everyone. that one girl from your class who sits in the second row and always has to borrow a pencil from someone and you think it’s because she likes someone in the class? he knows about that. he has a theory on that.

we all also know seunghun’s kinda loud right?

because if he’s hyping you up, he’s Hyping You Up

you go out shopping with him and some friends? they’re like “wow that’s a cute shirt!!” but seunghun’s like “you are the most beautiful human being on this planet” (bass boosted)

has two different reactions when you compliment him:

either it’s “omg not here i’m gonna blush and that will so embarrassing for the both of us!!!”

or it’s “thank you for saying my shoes are nice i would die for you :-*”

either way, you’re just like :] of course any-time buddy

onto another topic, seunghun has a range of different pet-names for you

in private it’s like “my angel !! my baby !! my princess !! my lil love-bug cuddle-bug uwu machine wife !!”

but in public it’s like your full name. or maybe ‘babe’ if he’s feeling bold.

he just doesn’t want his friends to tease him because he Knows they would never let him live it down if they heard his nicknames for you

also seunghun seems like the type to leave you audio messages instead of just texting you? especially if he was gonna say something cute because now there can’t be any screenshots

(if u two have tea to spill and have to be apart, you best believe you’re sending each other audio of you laughing or commenting or at the very least giving a dramatic rendition of how arguments happened)

but his normal audio messages are usually just him telling you that he loves you a lot :) and he hopes you have a good day :) and reminders to eat and drink regularly :) and if you ever show this to anyone he’ll fight you >:)

just so you know, play-fighting doesn’t exist with seunghun because the concept is dumb to him

so either you’re wwe fighting or you’re not qualified to fight him

saying that, if you try and tickle him, it’s over. just don’t do it. he will not accept that sort of treachery in his home

funny how he says that and then would also spend a couple of hours cuddling you while you’re wrapped up in blanket so you can ‘feel like you would on a cloud’

the duality!

still makes you do dumb stuff after you start dating though that’s not going away

you wanna go for a walk as soon as the sun starts to rise so you can see the sky change colours and look really pretty? how can you say no to that offer!

he’d do that but then get genuinely concerned when you say you’re tired before at the very least after 5pm

he just doesn’t like the idea of you not being healthy and happy

on this topic, i really don’t think seunghun’s the type to argue? about anything?

he just. he just doesn’t get angry very often tbh. maybe he’d get annoyed with you occasionally but if he has an issue with something you’re doing he’ll just tell you bro he’s not pressed about it

and he really expects you to do the same if it’s something that you seriously don’t like because he won’t be offended by it

he’s a firm believe that you’re both best friends!! you can tell each other anything and nothing comes with negatives if it’s something you need to address with one another!!

like, getting jealous? yeah, he does!! but he’s rational and he knows he can trust you so what’s there to get seriously mad about

and if you get jealous? that’s fine, as long as you know too that he’s serious about how you two are supposed to be able to fully trust one another so you don’t need to be worried about anything

he doesn’t get snappy when he’s tired, he just wants to take a nap and maybe get a cuddle while he does :))) as long as you’re fine with that, he’s not bothered

he’d get quite upset if you snapped at him though, and he’d make sure to tell you whenever you calmed down from your mood that you can just tell him if you’re not in a good place or if you’re tired and he’ll give you your space

he always seems like a person who’s so quick to bounce back from things? and i think he’d like to be able to just rant at you sometimes about how he’s really feeling before he has to rationalise it just so he isn’t bottling anything up

gives you genuine heart eyes when you remind him that it’s okay for him to have normal human emotional reactions to things like everybody else does

tbh seunghun would give you heart eyes all the time :///

i feel like this one’s been shorter than others but i just. i just honestly think dating seunghun would be a really nice pleasant experience?

he’s just such a genuinely good person and has so much he wants to do with you

(he’d probably make a lil bucket list hhhhh)

would probably conclude that he’s definitely gonna marry you from the very moment he first started talking to you tbh

like he would constantly remind you, he firmly believes that you two are actual soulmates, so no problem is too big for the both of you to face in his eyes :((

#sEuNgHuN sEuNgHuN #i love my bAbY #writing//#ygtblbr #ygtb imagines #ygtb scenarios #ygtb reactions #yg treasure box reactions #yg treasure box scenarios #yg treasure box imagines

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dirtycreekwater · 7 years

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can you write a thing where virgil is like leg tapping or clicking his fingers when its loud or he gets anxious because I do that and tbh I don't wanna feel alone in doing it -r

i absolutely can my friend (i do it too you’re not alone xx)

tap. tap. tap. click. tap. tap. click. tap.

Virgil is restless. Everything around him is too loud, and too bright, and just too much, but he can’t leave. He’s been roped into another movie night, not that he’s complaining really, and it’s suddenly overwhelming. He knows he’d upset the others if he leaves so instead he tap. tap. taps. his legs, and click. click. clicks. his fingers; he worries that it’s annoying, but no one has said anything yet.

Yet.

tap. tap. tap. click. tap. tap. click. tap.

“Virgil?”

Fuck. He’s done it now. They’re going to scold him, or worse yell at him, or tell him to stop being so damn annoying, or-

“Kiddo? Are you okay?”

Or maybe not. Well, wait no. That was Patton. Patton’s always gentle, and understanding. Surely, the other two would be annoyed.

“Anxiety. Look at us.”

Okay, Logan. Logan sounds concerned, and not angry. Okay, fine, but Roman will definitely-

“Verge, buddy. Can you even hear us?”

Yeah. Yeah, Virgil hears him loud, and clear. None of them sound angry. Why? His nervous habits are probably the most annoying thing in the world. At least they should be, right? All he ever does is make irritating noises, and chew on things, and do stupid, impulsive things in the midst of panic attacks, and-

“Alright, Roman, Patton. Give him some space. I will try to bring him out of his dissociative state.”

Dissociative state? No, he was definitely not dissociating. He could hear everything perfectly fine. He could see- Okay, no his vision was definitely out of focus. He did feel kind of far away from everyone. Everything felt heavy, and blurry, and strange, and he still couldn’t stop tap. tap. tapping.

“Virgil, grab my hand.”

Grab whose hand? Who’s speaking?

A beat of silence then suddenly someone grabs Virgil’s hands, and stops the click. click. clicking. This makes Virgil more aware of where he is, but he still tap. tap. taps. Until someone rests their hand on his leg. He didn’t know if it was only one of the others doing this, or two, but he didn’t seem to mind. The touch was slowly, but surely, bringing him back to reality; normally sudden touch would scare him, but this was okay.

“Keep listening to my voice,”

And Virgil did.

Virgil listened to the voice drone on, and on about different things until he snapped out of his dream like state, and was able to see it was Logan kneeling in front of him.

“Hey, there you are. Would you like to talk about why you’re so restless, or why you disassociated?”

“Maybe we should give him a minute, Logan.”

Patton. Virgil looked at Patton, and saw the worry in his eyes. Then he looked at Roman to see the concern in his. Then back at Logan to see the clinical, worried look you’d see on a doctor’s face. Now Virgil felt too… analyzed. Observed. He shrunk back in fear, and resumed the click. click. clicking.

Logan grabbed his hands again.

“Virgil, it’s okay. We’re not upset. We’re not scrutinizing you. We would just like to know what is bothering you so we can find a solution.”

Finally, Virgil finds his voice. It’s hoarse, and small, but it’s there.

“I-I, uhh.. I just.. got overwhelmed. No big deal.”

Logan stares at him inquisitively, and Virgil almost instinctively cowers again, but strangely enough something about it makes him feel safe.

“Overwhelmed? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe you were experiencing sensory overload. And I assume the fidgeting was giving you something to focus on? Or did you not realize you were doing it?”

Virgil pauses to think. He didn’t really remember if he was honest. It was just.. a normal thing for him at this point. It just happens, and he didn’t even feel fully present so who knows why he was doing it, or if he even realized he was.

“I.. I don’t know, okay? Yeah, it was sensory overload. I deal with that frequently, but I can’t tell you anything about the.. fidgeting.. It just happens…. Uhh.. What exactly was I doing again?”

Logan exchanges a worried look with the others, and Virgil’s heart picks up pace. He convinced himself their annoyance was disguised with fake worry so they could get him to stop irritating them.

“You were tapping your leg, and clicking your fingers excessively.”

Oh. Oh, right.

“Oh. Yeah. Well, I’m sorry if that was annoying. You guys can go back to the movie now. I’ll just.. go to my room.”

God, what movie was even playing? He can’t remember. He sneaks a glance at the tv. The Lion King was paused on Roman’s favorite part. Now he feels even worse.

Virgil stands up to leave, but Patton grabs his arm.

“No, kiddo. Please don’t leave. It’s okay. You weren’t annoying us.”

Virgil notices that Roman looks like he wants to protest that statement, but Patton shuts him up with a stern look. That didn’t really help much. Virgil shrugs, and tries to get out of Patton’s grasp. Roman’s voice stops him.

“No, wait, Virgil. I’m sorry. I know you can’t help doing those.. nervous habit things. Please stay with us?”

Another beat of silence, and Roman frowns. Luckily for all of them Logan has found a solution.

“Why not use one of your fidget devices? That way you have something to focus on, and don’t have to worry about bothering us as they don’t really make much noise. It also allows you to stay here with us. Which we would like very much.”

A fucking fidget device. Why Virgil hadn’t thought to use one of those was beyond him at this point. Stupid.

“Y-Yeah, okay.”

Logan gives him a smile that seems proud, and relieved, and Virgil almost wants to hug him for being as understanding as he always is. Patton gives him his usual, bright, happy grin, and Virgil definitely wants to hug him. And Roman.. Roman gives him a softer, smaller smile, but Virgil still wants to hug him all the same. He doesn’t though. Instead he accepts the offered fidget spinner, and sits back down.

The others join him, and the movie is resumed.

He finds himself resting his head on Patton’s shoulder, and now instead of the tap. tap. tapping. or the click. click. clicking. there’s a faint, and soft. whir. whir. whirring. and he feels okay.

~whoa i actually really like this?? wowie. anyway if i got anything wrong about disassociating please let me know! ill do my best to correct it 😌

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #lamp sanders #platonic lamp sanders #fidgeting #nervous habit #dissociating #tw dissociation #olisfics

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selflovebesson · 6 years

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delicate, part iv — jack avery

requested?: yes!!!

a/n: wowie i have plans for the direction of this i promise it gets better:)

warning(s): mate idk does it really maTTER

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petite brunette girl had a very dangerous father. he was a murderous, cruel, vile human. and jack was smack in the middle of it.

i couldn’t seem to stop replaying the situation over and over again and again. even now, as we sat on our moving tour bus, me and jack being the only ones awake at 4am. he sat across from me, looking up to meet my gaze every now and then to mouth a sad ‘i love you’ my way.

we were silent. my heart was pumping so fast i swore to myself it would pop out of my chest at any moment. i just couldn’t wrap myself around what was happening. soon, we’d be back in LA, and we’d be back home in the oh-so-familiar living room and kitchen and backyard. yet, i could feel my stomach tossing at the thought of it.

perhaps it was because i knew with going back to LA, came jack going back to petite brunette girl, whom i still hadn’t learned a name from. it meant he would no longer stroke my hair while i slept or hold my hand down the street, just as he’d been doing for the past few weeks.

it stung at my heartstrings to think about ever being far away from his touch again, but i knew it was vital to the situation and to his and the boy’s lives. “jack.” i spat out in the heat of my almost panic attack.

“yeah baby?” he sounded different. in between the lines i could hear the defeat in his voice. i played with a loose string of my hair for a minute before reaching over to pull him next to me.

“i love you—“

“i love you too.” he placed a kiss on my nose and i choked in a cry. no more of his lips on my skin.

“after we go home, jack. its over, and i know i agreed to this but, im so worried for you, for the guys. you five mean the world to me. and im not sure how i’d cope with losing any of you.”

he strained for the words to say, i could see it spread across his freckles. his nose ring propped up as he scrunched his nose in thought and i waited anxiously for his voice to ring my ears once more.

“i promise right now, y/n. right here. i refuse to let anything happen to you or anybody else in our home. okay?” i collapsed onto him, feeling the wave of sobs finally escaping and cascading down my cheeks like waterfalls.

the next morning was blurry. i woke up to eben tapping my side and handing me a fresh cup of my favorite coffee. i sat in my bed, at home, the sun seeping through my curtains in pretty little patterns and i smiled at the sight of them, remembering the times i’d sit here with zach and trace these same patterns.

i brought myself downstairs after a while, only to be greeted by five tired boys all smiling “good morning” my way. i smiled to myself, putting down my cup in front of jonah and motioning for him to drink the rest. he obliged and melted into the liquid; it was his favorite too. i looked at my surroundings, and i couldn’t help but be hit with the realization that everything was so calm, so normal, it was wrong.

i itched my arm, making a mental head count of the boys. corbyn. jonah. daniel. eben. zach. i snapped my head around in several directions before coughing loudly. “where’s jack?” all eyes turned to me for a split second then avoided contact all together. i eyed them carefully, choosing to stare down the only one i knew would break. and break he did.

“okay, fine! he’s uh, he’s out with marlis.” my heart sank, because even though the name was unfamiliar, i could already assume who it belonged to: petite brunette girl.

suddenly, everything in me was telling me to run. make a run for it. run till all of this is so far away, it could never track me down. but still i stayed put, leaning my elbows on the kitchen island and taking in a deep breath. “okay. yeah. what are we doing today?” i was breathless, even though i hadn’t moved an inch.

the boys looked between themselves, coughing awkwardly before once again daniel took the heat. “actually, we’re going to marlis’s house.” time stopped. my arms were numb. sweat began to cover my forehead.

“y- why?” i gulped hard, trying to restrain myself from spitting the truth at them in that very moment.

daniel fiddled with his fingers before answering without looking up. “uh. well. uh. she invited us. said it was crucial to get to know her and her family if she was going to be dating jack for long.” she wouldn’t be alive for long if it was up to me.

i sank back into my hands, trying so hard to grasp what was being thrown at me so damn early. i nodded, tipping back onto an empty chair. “right. dedication, am i right?” i laughed dryly. “i’ll just stay back. watch movies or something.”

they all nodded in agreement to me staying home and one by one, came over to say goodbye. i took in sharp breaths after each forehead kiss, and i almost crumbled under the kiss eben planted on my nose, because for fucks sake it was too soon.

i watched them till the door shut behind them and i heard one of them turn the key to lock it securely. i bet marlis’s father doesn’t need a key to unlock that door. i shivered, burying my face on my crossed arms.

it was so quiet. everything i had wanted to escape since jack told me about her, the silence, the empty space: it was eating me alive.

in the moment i decided it best to go back up to my room for the day, my phone began to ring violently on the dining room table. i gasped, breathing heavily as i realized it was my harmless device. with a sigh of relief washing over me (though not for long) i picked it up and immediately my legs cramped at the name displayed on the screen. why was zach calling? they’d only left an hour ago.

i stopped my breath from heaving, before clicking answer and pressing the phone tight to my ear. “zachary?” i whispered, waiting to hear his voice on the other end. i heard a shuffle, then a giggle.

“y/n?” i swear my entire brain shut off. “do you think you could bring pick us up? corbyn’s car kinda won’t turn on and jack’s not here.”

“what?” i recollected myself and gulped again. “yeah. uh. sure. send me the address, yeah?”

“right away. thank you.” yeah. you’re welcome.

#whydontwe #jackavery #writings

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askmicrowaveayem · 6 years

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MAYEM: A Different Way Pt. 5

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Gaster stayed in his bed, and his parents were content to let him stay there as long as he wanted to. They usually tried to not impose on the… ‘territory’ was a pretty apt description for the spaces he carved out for himself.

Semi finished up cooking and moving everything back to the table before looking to see if the elder Gaster were still in the house.

When he could not be found anywhere, he was forced to assume he’d gone to see the grandkids, and went to talk with Chxlxthx instead.

After giving himself some time alone to think Gaster got up and went to teleport Sans and Papyrus just outside their home. He instructed them on what the two looked like and how to approach Gaster, as well as what they should and shouldn’t say.

Once that was done with he knocked on the door.

He told Chxlxthx who was coming and--while he didn’t tell her what was apparently coming in their future--he did say a little about what he’d been told. About what he’d guessed of how much this Gaster cared for their own. A little about the grandkids.

Hopefully, Gaster would do fine with a house full of people today. While Chxlxthx went to go help him prepare, Semi was left to answer the door when it finally was knocked on.

So he did. And saw his grandchildren for the first--and only--time.

One was tall, perhaps even a little taller than Gaster, while the other was short and squat.

“HELLO!” The tall one said with a smile and waved.

“hey.”

Both of them wore rather normal-looking clothes, although each wore a lab coat with an emblem on the sleeve that looked surprisingly similar to Semi’s own skull structure.

“Papyrus.” Gaster said, gesturing to the tall one. “Sans.” He gestured to the short one. “Meet… grandpa.”

Oh, wow, he wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but this was so much more.

“Hi,” he said, barely able to restrain his smile enough to stop it paining him. “I’m Semi, it’s--geez, it’s great to meet you! Come on in, please, make yourselves at home!”

“THANK YOU.” Papyrus said, stepping inside with his family. He seemed the most excited out of all of them. “I NEVER GOT TO KNOW MY GRANDPARENTS. THIS IS SO FUN!”

Sans and Gaster just sort of settled into a position of letting Papyrus do all the talking. It was what they usually did. “CAN I HUG YOU?”

“Yes, definitely!” Semi really liked this kid already. He’d been worried when the older Gaster said ‘no hugs,’ and thought that might apply to him, too!

Papyrus wasted no time in holding out his arms and wrapping them around the big dragon, squeezing him with more strength than one would think a bony skeleton could have.

After a moment he paused and looked down at Sans. “SANS. COME HUG OUR GRANDPA.” He reached out, dragging his brother over by his hood and lifting him up to join in the hug.

“okay. hug time i guess.” He smiled and shrugged, going along with the whole thing.

Semi laughed at the antics.

He’d forgotten what it was like to watch siblings go at it. Still, he hugged the bigger skeleton back with just as much excitement, even if it didn’t quite match in strength, and gave the smaller skeleton a much more gentle (but no less sincere) hug.

“I really can’t tell you how much it means for you to come by!”

“I’M GLAD WE COULD! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME WE’VE EVER MET OUR GRANDPARENTS.” Papyrus smiled, breaking the hug eventually and letting Sans go.

“We’re not that exciting, but I hope we don’t disappoint,” Semi said, still smiling. “The food’s all ready, so I’ll go get Chxlxthx and see if Gaster’s feeling up to sitting with everyone. Again, please, make yourselves at home.”

He waited and moved slowly as he started to exit the room, just in case anyone had more they wanted to ask for or mention before he left.

Papyrus nodded and the three settled to patiently wait. The tallest of them had the biggest, happiest grin on his face. Sans was grinning too, but it was hard to tell if that was just what his face did.

Gaster looked… tired. But a little happy too. He was glad his kids got to meet at least one version of their grandparents.

They didn’t have to wait long at all. A few minutes later, Semi returned, apologizing for the delay and quickly beginning to dish out the pasta and vegetables and other pieces of the meal. It was a hot, hearty meal, and definitely cooked by someone who had a lot of experience cooking with fire magic, and cooking well.

Not a moment after Semi returned, Chxlxthx arrived, a small, striped-shirted Gaster clinging to a vine behind her.

Quite different to the boisterous greeting Semi had gotten, this one was much more subdued. Sans flashed them both a little broader smile while Papyrus waved at them both. He tried to talk a little quieter, but it was still pretty loud.

“HELLO. IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU.”

Semi thought for a moment that it was Chxlxthx’s intimidating appearance that made them less excitable--but at the memory of the conversation in the kitchen, wondered if it were his son’s presence, instead.

Chxlxthx got them to the table and settled in easily, giving the little Gaster the option to sit between her and his elder counterpart or in between her and Semi. He gave a quick glance towards his father before moving towards the seat between his mother and counterpart as she spoke.

“It’s nice to meet you too! What’s your names, dear? This is wonderful.”

Gaster offered the kid a smile and signed, ‘Feeling okay?’

“I’M PAPYRUS AND THIS IS MY OLDER BROTHER SANS.” He said, gesturing down to the short skeleton beside him. “THANK YOU FOR INVITING US OVER.”

Gaster nodded faintly out of habit before answering with his hands. Tired. Lots of people is all.

“Thank you for coming,” she said. “I’m Chxlxthx, this is my Semi. It’s wonderful to meet you!”

She was definitely thrilled.

‘Yeah, I know what you mean.’ Gaster signed back, sort of giving the kid a little one-on-one while ignoring the rest of the conversation for the most part. His kids seemed to be… not really ignoring kid Gaster, but rather not pressing him or overwhelming him with attention despite him being a tiny version of their dad.

“YOU HAVE A VERY NICE HOME. VERY COZY. IF ONLY I COULD KEEP OURS SO CLEAN.” Papyrus said, happy to have someone to back and forth with that wasn’t his father or brother, who both seemed to be of few words.

...do they like me? He asked, a little hesitantly, and forgetting if his elder had said anything about them understanding Wingdings. He stayed a little hunched over in his seat, glancing around occasionally, and nervous even though he knew no one at the table was actually going to be terrible. His mother offered him a vine under the table, and he clung to it the same way any other monster might hold their mother’s hand for reassurance.

“Thank you! I’m sure your place is wonderful. It sounds like you move around a lot, so it’s understandable things are hard to keep clean.”

Semi had long finished serving food and now was just letting people do as they pleased.

‘Yes.’ Gaster signed, ‘I just told them you might need a little space. But you can sign to them if you want.’

“IT WOULD BE WONDERFUL IF IT WASN’T SUCH A MESS!” Papyrus said, looking annoyed even though his tone was anything but. “THESE TWO ARE AWFUL. PAPERS AND BOOKS AND SOCKS EVERYWHERE.”

“Chaotic organization.” Gaster added.

Papyrus scoffed.

“Oh really now,” Chxlxthx said. “It sounds like they’re a handful to look over.”

It was the chiding tone of someone who also had a pair of troublemakers on hand, but loved them anyway.

She was just glad they didn’t really have a sock issue, what with only having one pair of feet to wear them in the whole house.

Gaster nodded and ducked his head, beginning to pick at the meal in front of him and watching the people at the table.

Papyrus was loud and hard to ignore, but he seemed nice enough, and anyone who got along with his mother so quickly was probably a good person. But he was also curious of the quiet, small skeleton.

...it was strange to even think of them as skeletons.

Maybe that’s why he was on edge.

He watched the shorter skeleton, trying to not look like he was nervous or staring, and hoping he succeeded.

“THEY ARE. ONE IS SELF-DESTRUCTIVE AND THE OTHER IS LAZY.” Papyrus said as he began to dig into his meal.

Sans caught the kid’s glance but ignored it. He had already started to eat. “this is really good.” He said through a mouthful.

Gaster’s, if he had been given any, would remain untouched.

Chxlxthx shook her head and began eating as well. “How would they survive without someone to look after them.”

Semi smiled. “I’m glad you like it. If you like, any leftovers we can send off with you.”

“IT’S HARD BEING THE GLUE HOLDING THE FAMILY TOGETHER.” Papyrus said with a proud grin and finally started to eat. He waited until he had swallowed to speak again. “WOWIE, THIS IS VERY GOOD!”

Chxlxthx was pleased with the boy’s excellent manners and Semi had definitely started to tinge redder than before, saying another thanks for the compliment.

The smallest Gaster, despite himself, puffed up a little in pride at his father being praised.

There was a lull in the conversation for all but a moment, Papyrus glancing over at his father. Gaster looked exhausted even though he wasn’t really. He was just emotionally drained. It was clear for him to see. His dad had plenty of bad days.

“YOU SHOULD TRY IT.” He smiled, “IT’S NICE TO EAT.”

The doctor looked at him, then down at the food. This seemed to be something that happened often. Eating was a normal task that normal people did. It was something to sort of keep him grounded in a way. Even if he didn’t need it or taste it, it was the action that meant something.

With no resistance, Gaster picked up his fork to begin eating.

The three at home in this universe watched without comment, focusing a few moments on their own meals while conversation paused.

“So,” Semi said finally. “Grandkids. Wow??”

Both Papyrus and Sans looked at him and smiled, Gaster taking a moment to snort as much as he could without a nose.

“weird isn’t it?” Sans said with a smirk.

“It is!” Semi said, still a little red. “It’s amazing, but it is… pretty weird. Does this sort of thing happen often to you??”

“oh yeah. this is our job. being weird to alternate versions of ourselves.” Sans said before eating more of his meal. It was good. It reminded him of Toriel’s cooking a little.

You’re good at it, Gaster mumbled.

“That’s pretty incredible.”

Sans grinned at the kid and winked, “thanks.” His attention then turned back to Semi. “it’s actually a lot more boring than it sounds. a lot of sitting and waiting. that’s good for me. i like to do nothing.”

Semi looked over at his partner. “See? He gets it.”

Chxlxthx shook her head and returned to the meal while Semi looked back towards Sans. “So traveling through spacetime is pretty boring? Or just boring most of the time?”

(Gaster had hidden his face after the wink and wasn’t sure if he wanted to resurface.)

“just boring most of the time.” Sans grinned, “then we get times like this where we get free food.”

“Very important perks,” Semi said, offering Sans more food.

“thanks.” Sans grinned, eagerly getting right back to eating.

Semi was enjoying the meal; it was nice to have a lot of people in the house again, and Gaster seemed to be handling everything pretty well, to boot. He was still eating and, even though he was keeping quiet and had his hands mostly to himself, he didn’t appear overly distressed or try to leave or hide behind Chxlxthx aside from still holding onto one of her many vines.

...he wondered if they might be able to help Gaster get used to more people being around without overwhelming him. Or maybe at least giving him more people to talk to.

“How long will you be around?”

“Until the machine is fixed.” Gaster said, then added, “Or until everything here seems okay. Whichever comes last.”

Chxlxthx hesitated a moment, but then resumed eating and nodded, planning to ask later.

Gaster, however, had no such compunction. He reached out and tugged his elder double’s ‘sleeve,’ narrowing his eyes up at him and asking, what’s that mean?

He looked down at him and signed back, ‘It means that I’m going to stick around until you seem to be doing better. Or until I can maybe alter your timeline a little somehow.’

Gaster didn’t look any less suspicious. But what does that mean? When I’m doing better??

Was… was his older self thinking he could decide how well Gaster was doing???

Gaster thought about that a bit more before offering a shrug. ‘I dunno. I just wanna leave when you’re a little happier is all. I at least want to make sure you can talk to your parents.’

Finally, he relaxed a little, nodding a bit and pulling his hands away from his elder.

His parents had watched quietly, a little startled and definitely worried at the sudden change in Gaster’s activeness. They were still the only people at the table who couldn’t understand even a little of what was being said, and--they were used to not understanding him. But now, more than ever, they felt closed off.

Hopefully that would change soon.

“I’ve finished writing everything down, by the way.” Gaster said, turning to the other adults at the table. Technically Sans and Papyrus were adults too, but… nah. They were his kids. “I’ll stick around until you’ve got at least the basics down.”

“Thanks,” Semi said, managing a smile again. “I know I’ve said this a lot lately, but… it really does mean a lot.”

He didn’t want to think of how long Gaster would’ve had to struggle with communication if some transdimensional travelers hadn’t come crashing in.

“It’s fine.” Gaster smiled a little, having finished his meal. He hadn’t really paid any mind to actually eating it. It was just an empty gesture that Papyrus sometimes had him do. He thought maybe it helped in some way.

Chxlxthx cast around and realized most of the table had finished. She looked down to Gaster to make sure he would be alright if she got up, first, before slipping away from the table and starting to carry the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

“....I know your Gaster’s said there’s a place you can stay, but if you want to stay with us, you’re welcome to,” Semi said, looking at the two skeletons.

Both Sans and Papyrus looked at their father, who returned their gaze. “... You can if you want.” He shrugged, and both grinned.

“FINALLY A REAL BED!”

Semi laughed a bit. “If you’re both done with dinner, I can help you get set up.”

“OH, LET ME HELP.” Papyrus said, standing up and gathering the plates from his family.

“It’s not necessary, but thank you,” Chxlxthx said, arriving again and offering to take the plates from Papyrus. However, if he wanted to follow her into the kitchen and talk some while she cleaned up, she’d have no objections.

Talking with grandma was right up his alley. He helped her clear the rest of the table before following her into the kitchen. Meanwhile Sans stood and looked at Semi. “we don’t have much to ‘set up’, but sure.”

In the kitchen, Chxlxthx began putting away leftovers and washing dishes. It was very easy to multitask when you had a minimum of 80 arms. “Papyrus, isn’t it?”

Semi stood as well, saying, “That’s fine! I can at least show you the room,” and ushering Sans away to a small backroom with sheetless twin beds. He opened the closet and began pulling bedding materials out. “Is there anything you’ll need?”

Finally, only the two doubles were left at the table.

Gaster curled in on himself again, less out of anxiety this time and more because it was just a safe position to be in. He pulled his feet up onto the chair and rested his chin on his knees, looking up at the other Gaster, and… tried to figure out exactly how he was feeling about all this.

“YES. SHOULD I CALL YOU GRANDMA?” He asked, helping where he could despite the fact she was capable of doing everything herself.

“nah. maybe a blanket for papyrus, but that’s it.” Sans said as he looked at the beds. He didn’t even need to be laying down to sleep and his dad didn’t sleep much at all these days until crashing and burning.

Gaster looked down at his double, ‘Feeling okay?’

Chxlxthx was living the dream.

“Yes! That would be wonderful. Grandson.”

She was grinning wider than even normal, if it were possible. A grandson! A--

Yes. She could feel a sad thought creeping up on her and she stomped it out hard with the thought fuck yes, official grandbabies.

“Are you sure?” Semi said, making the beds fully regardless, complete with a quilt to act as a comforter.

Gaster shrugged. Not sure how to feel.

“SO WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO?” Papyrus asked.

“yeah i’m sure. we’re used to sleeping with very little.” These days not even Papyrus needed tucked in with a bedtime story.

‘That’s understandable.’ Gaster signed.

“Just about everything. When I’m not working or taking care of Gaster, I read and knit. There’s not a lot of spare time, though. What about you, dear?”

Semi nodded understandingly. “All right. Well, just because you can doesn’t mean you have to, so don’t hesitate if you want anything.”

He finished both beds.

Which part’s understandable? Gaster asked, still remembering his suspicions even though he’d been reassured for the most part.

“I QUITE LIKE PUZZLES. I BRING A FEW PUZZLE BOOKS WITH ME WHEN WE TRAVEL. COOKING IS FUN TOO.”

“yep. no problem.” Sans nodded.

‘Not knowing how to feel. This isn’t exactly a normal situation to be put through.’ Gaster signed.

“Oh, you cook?” Chxlxthx said. “That’s wonderful. I’ve always wanted to learn, but I’m really not any good with fire. I burn everything or only seem to undercook it.”

Semi nodded and glanced back at the door. “...and… I’m sorry to bring this up, especially when we’ve only just met, but… your father mentioned quite a lot of things to me while we were on our own. About my son’s future. And some about his own past and what’s brought you all here. I… it’s hard to know where to start or where I was going with this, sorry.”

What are you going to try to do to my life? Gaster asked. He glanced away from his double. You were talking about changing my timeline.

“I’M THE ONLY ONE IN THE FAMILY WHO EVER MADE ANY REASONABLE ATTEMPT.” Papyrus huffed at the thought of his two lazy relatives.

“no, it’s… okay.” Sans said, giving the bedroom door a little nudge closed just in case. “we’re here to help. dad gets pretty adamant about trying to help other versions of himself for… pretty obvious reasons.”

Gaster inhaled through his mouth. ‘I’m not sure. I told your dad a lot. I don’t think your mom wants to know.’

“It’s not for everyone, I suppose,” Chxlxthx said. “If you talk to Semi, maybe you two can cook together sometime?”

Semi nodded. “Does this happen a lot? Running into other Gasters. He made their lives sound like… it’s cursed, somehow? He didn’t actually use those words, but… it’s the impression I got.”

It’s my life, though, Gaster said. He struggled, trying to figure out how to express what he wanted to say, and the tightness in his chest, and--he thought he’d been doing really, really well these last few hours, actually talking and holding a conversation and stringing words together with enough meaning that someone understood him. But. But it failed him here, so he just repeated, it’s m i n e, and hoped the point was made.

“THAT WOULD BE LOVELY!” Papyrus grinned.

“no. this is only the second time and it’s just the other timeline further into the past.” Sans explained, “most of the time he’s… gone one way or another.”

At mention of a curse he sighed and closed his eyes with a shrug, “maybe. dad doesn’t believe in fate, but… it’s hard not to see it that way.”

Gaster frowned a little but wasn’t quite sure he fully understood. ‘I know.’ He signed, ‘Do you… want me not to medle?’

Chxlxthx smiled back. “What about the rest of your famly? Tell me a bit about them?”

Semi… he didn’t like the sound of that at all. “One way or another? So, dead, or…?”

“...my son. You’ve met him before?”

It’s mine, Gaster said again, signs becoming more erratic. You don’t get to decide if it’s good or not, or what to do with it.

“SANS IS A LAZY BAG OF BONES WHO TELLS HORRIBLE JOKES AND MY DAD IS AN OBSESSIVE MAD SCIENTIST WHO CURSES WAY TOO MUCH.” Papyrus said, sounding annoyed even though he wasn’t.

“we don’t know. i don’t usually ask.” Sans said, “yeah. older version.”

Gaster looked hurt. He paused, ‘Yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry.’

“Surely, there’s some good things to say?” Chxlxthx said, smiling a little still, but trying to coax Papyrus into something a bit more positive.

“...can you tell me about him?” Semi asked. He scratched the horns of his head and looked a bit… not embarrassed, but perhaps a related emotion. “...in case Chxlxthx and I really do die. I’d like to know the kind of man my son grows up to be.”

He didn’t care that the double looked hurt. Nope. No. He didn’t care, he didn’t care, he didn’t care.

He’d hurt plenty of people before, and this one should’ve been no different. Hurt happened. It was his own fault for showing up in Gaster’s life and immediately changing it so much and then trying to take control over it.

So instead, he just kept his face hard and angry, and said, Good.

Be sorry.

“THEY ARE BOTH VERY SMART.” Papyrus said without having to think too much about it. “SANS TOOK CARE OF ME WHEN DAD WASN’T AROUND. HE CAN BE VERY HARD-WORKING WHEN HE WANTS TO BE. DAD IS… HE’S NOT A BAD PERSON.” He smiled a little, but looked as though those words were more for convincing himself. “HE’S JUST A LITTLE ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES AND NEEDS A LITTLE EXTRA ATTENTION.”

“he’s a good guy.” Sans said, smiling. “really welcoming, even to strangers. went out of his way to save the alternate versions of me ‘n pap.”

Gaster watched him for a few moments, his expression going from hurt to unreadable. He then sat back in his chair and said nothing, his gaze shifting to look at where his sons had walked off to.

Chxlxthx’s expression became solemn as Papyrus finished speaking. “...that sounds like another similarity between our Gasters, then.”

She glanced at the door, making sure it was shut, before asking, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Are you not his sons in our world?” Semi asked, but smiled anyway. The person being described sounded… completely different from the boy he currently knew. But he knew his kid well enough to recognize the seeds of that personality, he thought. It was good to hear that, despite everything, things sounded like they turned out okay.

Cold, hard fear trickled down Gaster’s spine as his double looked away.

He’d just chased off the only person who’d talk with him.

He’d fucked up. He’d.

He wanted to curl up tight and disappear forever. He wanted to curl tighter into a ball at the table.

...he got up.

And walked, calmly, to his room, keeping his expression stony. Closed the door behind himself. And beat his head against the wall.

Papyrus glanced at the door too. “WELL… I’M KIND OF USED TO DEALING WITH IT. SANS HAS HAD A LOT OF TROUBLE TOO. BUT NOW SANS IS MOSTLY BETTER AND I HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT DAD. SOME DAYS ARE… KIND OF BAD. WORSE THAN USUAL, I GUESS.” He was still trying to help her around the kitchen as he spoke.

“HE CAN’T SLEEP UNLESS I’M HOLDING ONTO HIS SOUL. HE PRETENDS LIKE NOT FEELING ANYTHING DOESN’T BOTHER HIM, BUT… I KNOW IT DOES. IT BOTHERS HIM THAT HE DOESN’T HAVE HIS OWN BODY ANYMORE.”

“BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT THAT. I TRY AND GET HIM TO STILL DO NORMAL THINGS MONSTERS WOULD DO. EAT AND SLEEP AND GO OUTSIDE. BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE I COULD DO.”

He had found a dishrag, twisting it in his hands as he spoke.

“kinda. about the same as we are. clones. experiments.” Sans shrugged.

Gaster teleported from the table instantly outside his bedroom door and pushed it open.

“Don’t do that.” He said sternly, having heard the thud as soon as the door shut. If earlier in the living room was indication enough, the kid had a habit of hurting himself.

Chxlxthx nodded understandingly, and handed him a plate so he could have something to do. He didn’t have to dry it if he got more focused on the talk, but if he needed a distraction, a plate would be a fine sacrifice.

“It sounds like a lot’s happened… is it just you taking care of him, though?” That seemed like… an awful lot of responsibility for a parent to put on their child.

“Oh,” Semi said. “Um. Gee. I guess that’s one way to get more skeletons.”

He was getting really good at accepting the weird things as they came.

Gaster jolted at the sudden intrusion. He whipped around and threw a bone at the invader.

Papyrus took the plate and started to dry it. “SANS TRIES TOO, BUT HE’S JUST NOW STARTED TO TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF.”

“HE DIDN’T PUT ANY RESPONSIBILITY ON ME. NOT INTENTIONALLY. I JUST NOTICED THESE THINGS AFTER AWHILE AND HAVE BEEN TRYING TO HELP. IF DAD HAD HIS WAY HE WOULD HAVE KEPT EVERYTHING HIDDEN FROM US. HE WENT NEARLY A WEEK WITHOUT SLEEPING JUST BECAUSE HE DIDN’T HAVE THE HEART TO ASK US TO HOLD HIM SO HE COULD SLEEP.”

“eh.” Sans smiled and shrugged.

The bone stabbed him through the shoulder but his expression didn’t change. It had stopped him from banging his head, which was what he wanted.

He stood and watched him.

Chxlxthx continued nodding, “I see... still, that’s an awful lot of pressure you’re under. Remember you can only do your best to give them a safe place and take care of yourself; it’s up to them to do the rest.”

She reached over to give Papyrus a gentle hug.

With a minimum of 80 limbs, she was an excellent hugger.

“If you’re okay telling me about this, maybe I can offer some suggestions? What we do with our Gaster might be very different, but if you’re really at a loss, it can’t hurt to bounce some ideas or share experiences.”

“Nothing in life is weird anymore, I take it?” Semi said, finding more humor in the nonchalant shrug than was probably intended.

It had stopped him from acting at that moment, but the impulse was still curling tight in his chest and mingling with the anger and small terror of being snuck up on, and he could hardly unclench his hands.

GET OUT, he signed, movements jerking and furious.

Papyrus nodded, pouting a little. He accepted the hug with no hesitation. “YES. I’D LIKE THAT.”

“nah.” Sans let out a small chuckle.

‘Do you really want me to get out?’ Gaster signed calmly.

At the complete lack of hesitation in the hug, Chxlxthx only held him tighter, and patted Papyrus’ head a bit. All grandbabies were still babies. Even when they were fully grown adults she’d only met an hour ago. “All right. We’ll do that, then.”

Semi laughed a bit too. “I can only imagine. Today’s already been weird enough for me that I don’t think I’ll be too surprised by anything for a long time.”

He paused sharply, though. “...sorry, do you hear something…?”

LEAVE.

He wasn’t allowed to look that fucking calm when Gaster could barely breathe.

A torrent of bones sprung from the floor, all aimed threateningly at his doppelganger.

Sans paused to listen, but couldn’t hear much. Either way something did seem off. “uhh…” He opened the door and looked at Semi.

Gaster still looked calm. His gaze drifted down to the bones threatening him from the floor.

… ‘Okay.’

He stepped out.

Semi stepped around Sans to look through the door. “...I’m just going to go check on everyone really quickly, you’re welcome to come…”

His muttering was more habit than thought as he pushed past the small skeleton to begin the search.

As soon as his double stepped out, indigo magic flared around the doorknob and slammed it shut.

The bones changed trajectory. From where his double once stood, to him.

His insides were boiling.

Gaster, unaware that his double had turned his magic on himself, turned to look for one of the parents. He pulled the bone from his shoulder and his expression hadn’t changed.

Calm.

Calm hiding a tsunami just under the surface.

After catching sight of Semi from another doorway he gestured to him to come and then towards the door to Gaster’s room.

After seeing that gesture towards his son’s room? Semi wasted no time.

He hurried to Gaster’s door and knocked, calling his name twice before announcing he was coming in.

He rushed inside a moment later, the door blocking the view from the hall.

There was a short, sharp sound of agony. And nothing else.

The lights in Gaster’s eyes went out. Sans rounded the corner just in time to hear the cry and see his father.

Oh no.

“dad? dad.” Sans mumbled, his steps growing quicker towards him.

But you couldn’t be faster than a teleport. With just one step he was gone. Sans cursed under his breath and hovered outside the door. “is. uh. everything okay in there?”

Dad would survive for awhile on his own.

Semi sat on the floor, blocking Gaster from sight, with two long bones sticking out of his side and leg. Others had been impaled in the walls or floor.

It looked someone’d had an extremely one-sided fight and lost, badly.

“F-fine,” Semi said, still grinning despite the twin impailments. “Fine. Sorry. Tell Chxlxthx. She’ll know what to do. Sorry about this. We should’ve been more careful.”

His wings curled down protectively over the little skeleton he was hiding.

“oh shit.” Sans wasted no time to spin around and run back to the kitchen, bursting through the door.

“yo, uh, gonna need a little help in the kid’s room. something bad happened.” He pointed a thumb behind him.

Papyrus instantly looked concerned.

Chxlxthx wasted no time. She unwound any remaining vines around Papyrus and moved through the doorway and to her son’s room immediately. She didn’t make a sound when she saw what had happened, but kept at a brisk pace, snatching a medical kit from her own bedroom.

It was an afterthought that she turned to their two guests. “It will be fine. Find your father and please try to relax. We have this under control.”

She vanished into Gaster’s room and closed the door.

#mayem #a different way #undertale #RP log #gaster #goop #young kid #chxlxthx #semi #sans #papyrus

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Pretty Little Flower Pt. 2

Don't mind me, i just (finally) wrote the second part for Aster and Lydia meeting~

It had been days since Vincent had seen the unnamed and pretty girl, no, wait...she was not pretty, she was very beautiful. She was really something, such a human never really did exist, such a human with looks that could captivate all who laid eyes on her...well, there was his mom who was a true beauty of course! But this human...no matter what important responsibility was placed on him, or no matter how much information was put into his mind...he could not take the girl out of his head.

Vincent sighed to himself, both out of misery but also out of...who knows. He didn't understand any of this, how did he grow so attached to a mere human in just seconds? He had absolutely no idea, just how he didn't know why his siblings and father all gave him teasing smirks or kept secrets from him. Vincent hated it when they treated him like a child for being the youngest, and this was a situation in which it felt like it.

He let out another sigh, staring up ahead until he decided to close his eyes. In less than a second, the girl popped into mind. He saw her image, red hair flowing behind her like a waterfall...how nice it would have looked if it had flowers adorned in it.

A smile crept onto his face without his knowledge, just as he continued imagining the girl...what could her name have been? Flower? Lily? Rose? Daisy? All these possible flower names, so many to choose from...what in the world, perhaps her name was Star? Or Coral? Or Candy? No…

No matter how frustrated he felt, he continued smiling as he shrugged off the name, then admiring the lovely memory of his fair maiden. Such small hands compared to his, and a petite waste, and chocolate orbs as eyes, lips small and black, what a perfect color! And her legs so nice and slim, perfect for swimming or just talking a peaceful stroll, and-

"Heyo Vince, what's been eating at ya?"

Vincent immediately snapped out of his daydream, his eyes jolting open before he turned to the side and saw his brother, Lucky, standing nearby as he stared at Vincent with an ear to ear grin.

"Huh? Oh, nothing...I'm just a bit bored is all."Vincent replied as casually as possible, his elbow now propped on the counter he sat behind while he held his head up with his hand, a 'bored' expression on his features before he slicked back his hair that went back into place.

"Bored? Yeah, me too."his brother said before sighing, then sitting down next to him as they both stared at the window a few feet away from them. "You thinking 'bout anything though?"

"Not at the moment."

"Nothing at all? Not even mom and dad?"

"Well I mean, mom's in Japan trying to get the business over there and well dad...dad's just in the library like always."

"Dad's a lazy bum."

"Heeey. Don't say that, you're lazier than he is."

"I am not!" Lucky yelled out, though he had a smile plastered on his face before he playfully punched Vincent who pretended to be hurt. "You're the lazy one!"

"No! You are! You're so lazy, I bet you're gonna ditch the shop to go to the pier."Vincent replied with a grin, both men laughing before Vincent stopped. He turned his attention back to the front, his green eyes squinting at the door as his nose twitched for a moment. His head then turned to the right, then turning to the left as he sniffed the air while his brother stared at him a bit weirdly.

"What's up now?"

"I smell something...food."

"I don't smell nothin'. "

"That's because...what I smell..."Vincent stopped himself, then shutting his eyes as he took a strong sniff as a smile crept onto his features. "Are my spices."

Lucky blinked for a moment, then shrugging as he stuck out his tongue.

"Well if you're gonna go eat somethin', do me a big favor and buy me candy on the way, will ya?" he said, now reaching into his pocket to pull out his wallet and then a few dollars that he handed to his brother. "You can get yourself some peanut butter fudge if ya want, just make sure to get me my mint chocolate chip fudge!"

Vincent took the money as he got off the chair he had been sitting on, then saluting to his brother as he circled the counter and walked away with a smile and nod. They waved to each other, right before Vincent exited the shop and walked out, his nose twitching once again as the scent from before came again which made his eyes flash a golden color for a moment.

The clown, still in his clown form, whistled to himself as he walked down the sidewalk and took another whiff of the air. Besides the spring like scents he was able to catch, he could also melt the salt from the nearby shore mix in with other smell. Surprisingly, it was a mesmerizing scent as they mixed, almost like vanilla, but with a small hint of salt!

Vincent smiled to himself, looking up at the sun that grinned down brightly at him as well. He then turned his attention back to the front, the scent of his favorite spices never leaving because if anything, it only grew stronger which made his smile turn into a grin. Nobody was around and whoever it was this scent was radiating from...was most likely alone~

He really was not the type to kill but sometimes, food is food and he felt embarrassed every time once of his siblings had to kill for him. This time, just this time, he was going to get his own kill without any help! His father was going to be so proud of him and his mother...she would be proud if he didn't get his costumed stained like that last time he attempted to kill his prey and unfortunately...failed.

He shook away the thoughts, then snapping his fingers to himself before he realized something: he wasn't thinking about the very beautiful girl- oh shoot. Vincent rolled his eyes, then shaking his head before he stopped walking because his red nose twitched even more this time once the scent...the amazing scent was just...to...his...left!

He turned his head with an enthusiastic expression, and the first thing he saw was a flower. It was a shade of purple, lighter than the purple of his mother's dresses, a very pretty, pastel purple that grew the longer he stared at it for most of the other flowers were of that same color. Vincent carefully crossed the street, then walking onto the other sidewalk as he saw so much green, purple, pink, blue, wowie was it pretty! Though of course, not even this was enough to keep him distracted from the scent of creativity and imagination which was just down below this medow! Down below...where he saw...her.

Vincent felt his eyes widen once they had landed on her...the girl from before, the girl he could not stop himself from daydreaming about, the girl who looked so pretty as she was clueless to the fact that he was staring at her intensely at the moment. He shook his head like a dog for a moment, then turning to the left as he held his hands up in a timid manner, then turning to the right before he looked back down at the young woman. He saw that she was quietly seated on top of a blanket over the grass, a small basket next to her as she had an umbrella covering her while she wrote or drew in a notebook.

The clown took in a small gulp, biting his lip as he debated with himself mentally. Damn, this girl...she was so pretty and she was all alone...if he went down there, would she push him away like others have? Or would she give him another one of those saccharine filled smiles that was adorned with a black licorice color? Or would he end up killing her and adding too much red on her!?

Vincent took in a deep breath before she shut his eyes and slicked back his hair. Once his hair popped back into place, he let out his breath and clenched his fists in a very determined manner, and he walked down to the center of the meadow until reaching the young woman who did not notice him at first.

"H-Hello!"he exclaimed, now catching her attention as she turned her head and shifted her umbrella to look up at him, then giving him a smile which made his heart skip a beat. Well, that would have happened if he had one.

"Oh, hello there Mr. D'Vitt."she replied. Wow, she actually remembered who he was? "How have you been?"

"V-very well! And how have y-you been? And you remember me?" Vincent said as he discreetly gulped, then hearing the girl let out a quiet chuckle as she nodded.

"Of course I remember you, such an adorably handsome face is quite hard to forget." she stated with a wink, which only made his cheeks turn a reddish hue. "And I suppose...I have been well. Not many interesting things have gone in my life....speaking of so, would you like to accompany me on this fine afternoon?"

"Me? You? Here?"he asked, trying to clear up and see if what he heard was correct, and the girl gave a nod before moving over to the side and patting the now empty space on her blanket. He hesitated for a moment,not knowing if this was the best...but he gave her a small smile before he carefully sat down her to her, then receiving a nod before the woman looked back to her notebook.

"So, what were you doing wandering around here?"she asked as she continued whatever she was doing in the book, Vincent feeling a bit of panic arise in him before he shrugged.

"I was out taking a normal little walk because it's such a nice day! And also I was headed to the candy store because my brother wanted some fudge!"

"Oh, how very nice. I wish I had a brother, or a sister."

"Haha, trust me when I say you don't!"

"Why is that?"

"Pffft, I have over twelve siblings! Everyday is such a hassle with them, especially because I'm the youngest!" Vincent said, though he was smiling the entire time which made the girl turn slightly pink as she chuckled.

"That sounds like fun."

"Well honestly, it is! Big family dinners and then, there's always one of them who is like your best friend. My best friend is my older brother Perry, he and two others were born before me."

"Two, others?"

"Yes! Excluding me, my siblings were born as triplets or twins!" he exclaimed happily while the woman looked very surprised, so surprised she had finally set down her notebook to continue listening to him. "Wanna know all their names?"

"Of course!"

"Real or clown name?"

"Oh stars, that must be several….how about their clown names? I adore clowns."

"Okay okay! Here they are from oldest to youngest: Rose, Lily, Clover-"

"Oooh! I'm sorry, but those names sound so cute! Flowers!"she interrupted, now feeling a bit embarrassed before she waved her hand a bit. "My apologies, please continue with your list of names."

"No, no, no! It's alright! I also love flowers! What's your favorite one?" Vincent said, now feeling even more bubbly on the inside as his grin grew. This girl was meeting each and every one of his standards!

"My favorite flower is the astereae! Or much simply, the aster flower! It's simple, beautiful, and comes in a variety of colors, and they don't really grow near my home."the woman said with a small giggle, only making Vincent melt a bit more as he now had red cheeks, which she noticed and so she turned away with red cheeks herself. "And, um...what is your favorite flower?"

"You..."

"What?" Vincent immediately snapped out of his daze before he shook his head, then scratching the back of his head with a nervous laugh.

"You...ursinias!" he quickly saved, mentally patting himself for it. "Ursinias are really pretty, but I also like red roses! And hey, how about no more flower talk and...uh..."

"You tell me about your siblings' names?"

"Yes, yes!"he exclaimed, then clearing his throat as he lifted up his gloved fingers which made the girl slightly giggle, seeing how each print had a swirl matching the ones on his cheeks. "Rose, Lily, Clover, Jingle, Jangle, Cups, Cake, Choco, Pumpkin, Butters, Cookie, and Lucky!"

"How nice, such wonderful names."

"Speaking of names…"Vincent said with a slight squint of his eyes and an almost sly expression. "What is yours?"

The woman squinted her eyes as well, giving him a smirk before she shrugged to herself while placing her notebook into her basket, then smoothing out her dress.

"If I tell you...will you promise to never forget it?"she asked, then leaning in closer to him as his red cheeks came back.

"Y-yes! I mean, i-is it Rachel? Mildred? Diana? Ariel maybe? B-because you-"

"Really look like her? Oh please, tell me about it." the girl huffed out, now sitting back down with a slight frown which made Vincent regret saying that.

"No! I mean, sure you do look like her, but I just thought it was a nice name! I didn't even think about the movie! I just thought-...you don't look like her."he said, then crossing his legs as he finally got her attention again. He saw that she craned her head to look at him, and so he reached into his left sleeve to pull out a light blue cloth which made her eyes widen in surprise. Vincent then turned away from his, his back facing her as she curiously tried looking over his shoulder but failed due to his height.

After a few moments, she sat down and he turned to face her again, now holding a bow in his hands as he presented it to her with a grin.

"May I?"he asking, pointing to her hair as the girl bit her lip for a moment. She hated having her hair touched, but...she nodded, then turning to have her back face him as he carefully began pulling her hair into a hairstyle resembling the character everybody said she looked like, and the bow was neatly placed onto her hair.

"Done! I mean, maybe you won't like it but...now you look like Ariel! From that one scene where she and the prince are trying to kiss each other!" he happily exclaimed while the girl turned to look at him, a smirk on her features as she leaned in once again.

"Kiss, you say?" Vincent not only had his cheeks red, but his entire expression while the girl was only a few inches away from his face somehow, and he gave her a goofy smile before she eventually sat back down with a smile, gently touching her new bow. "Well, thank you...I love this... Lydia."

"What?"he responded, not having heard too clearly which made the girl quietly laugh.

"Lydia, my name is Lydia. Lydia Crane."

"Oh...what a beautiful name! My name is Vincent D'Vitt!"

"Call me whatever you like, but I happened to already know that."the girl said with a giggle. "I've been in your shop a few times, I always hear your siblings yell at you."

"Ah...how funny..."

"But what's your other name?"

"Other...name? What do you mean?"

"Well, you are a clown and you described all your siblings' clown names. So what's yours? Or, perhaps you only go by Vincent?"

Vincent felt the same panic from before arise in him, a drop of sweat starting to slide down the side of his temple as he let out a nervous chuckle. Oh shoot...what could he say? He couldn't impress her with a simple, dumb name like Vincent, especially if this girl lied clowns! But wait…Vincent mentally snapped his fingers, now turning to look at her with a grin filled with confidence and full pride, as he finally thought of something good, something that would hopefully attract her to him.

"Aster. My name is Aster the Clown."

#aster the clown #lydia crane #this turned out longer than i expected #such smooth parents amirite #this is why their kids are the way they are

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paytale-au · 6 years

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Paytale ch 8- To Waterfall

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Papyrus woke early that morning to the sound of clattering in the kitchen. He pushed himself off the couch, yawning and stretching. He folded the blanket he'd slept under and sat it on the pillow, then made his way into the kitchen.

The remains of their cooking session still marked the wall, counter, and stove-top, but that hadn't stopped someone from making pancakes, probably Alphys seeing as there wasn't any evidence of new scorch marks.

Said lizard wasn't in the vicinity, but Undyne was, plating a good sized stack of pancakes and drowning them in some type of syrup. She turned to sit at the small dining table off to the side and caught sight of him, sending a hesitant, but still large smile.

"Hey, punk! Go ahead and help yourself to a plate!" She said, throwing herself into a chair and digging in. Papyrus complied, getting his own plate from the still open cabinet and stacking the last few pancakes. He considers the syrup Undyne had used, it wasn't maple, instead it said 'Golden Flower' in fancy lettering on the lable.

"Golden flower?" He inquired, looking at Undyne.

"Yup." She nodded, swallowing her mouthful. "S'a flower that only grows only in certain places in the Underground. The late Queen found that it made a delicious tea, and in her memory her son added it to other stuff, like cakes and syrups."

"Aw, that's such a sweet thing he did!" Papyrus commented, adding the syrup to the pancakes. Then he noticed the sudden silence and looked over his shoulder. Undyne was staring at him suspiciously.

"Did you..." She narrowed her eye. "Just make a pun?"

His eyes widened as he realized. "I.. I did..." He threw his head back dramatically. "NOO! I've been corrupted!"

Undyne snorted. "Punk, I think you'll be fine with just one accidental pun slip."

He pouted and seated himself at the table. "That's what you'd think, but if you're not careful you'll be punning every other sentence, all because you didn't worry over that one slip."

She shook her head, chuckling. "Sure, dweeb."

He stuck his tongue out at her doubt, but didn't respond, instead turning his attention to the pancakes.

"So, punk," Undyne started as the finished up. "What are you planning on doing today? You sticking around or are you gonna continue to Waterfall?"

"Well," He sat back, considering. "I thought, maybe, I could stick around and maybe we could.. hang out? Cause, uhm, I'd really like to be friends! And friends hang out, so.." He trailed off, fidgeting with his cape.

Undyne grinned. "Heh, sure, punk! We can hang out! And I know just the thing to do!"

Papyrus soon found himself in a small clearing out in the forest right behind Undyne and Alphys' house, the house visible through the trees.

"A-are you sure about this?" He asked Undyne, who was standing opposite of him.

She scoffed. "Ptch! Don't be a wimp, punk! Of course I'm sure!" She summoned two spears, tossing the one in her left hand to him. "Now! This isn't a real Encounter, just a spar! Meaning I won't be calling your Soul out!"

He raised his hand. "Does that mean you can't use that green Soul attack?"

She cocked her hip and rested her free hand on it, grinning. "Good question! I could call your Soul out and use Soul magic, but it's generally not done outside of an Encounter, because in an Encounter it's only seen by your opponent, while outside of one, it's vulnerable to anyone! You ever seen an Encounter from the outside?"

He shook his head in the negative. "Well, on the inside of an Encounter, color drains to black and white so it's easier to see the magic colors. While my spears appear blue now, in an Encounter they're white, that's because they're just plain magic. On the outside of an Encounter, everything appears normal, colors and all, but if a Soul is out, whoever's on the outside can't see it, they can only see the effects of Soul magic as a glow around the person it was cast on, but not the Soul itself unless they force themselves into the Encounter, which is extremely rude. It's kinda like two people having a conversation and then some stranger jumps in the middle and starts butting into the conversation."

He nodded. "Okay, I think I got it."

"Good! Then enough talking!" She gave no other warning as she charged at him with her signature yell, slashing the spear at him.

He yelped and rolled off to the side, bringing his spear up to block the next slash. They were in a brief stalemate for a moment before he ducked and dove under her legs, the loss of support causing her to stumble, but she quickly righted herself and whirled around.

"Fuhuhuhu! That's the spirit!"

They continued on for a while, Papyrus slowly grew to enjoy it, grinning widely as he dodged and, in the rare times he found an opening, lightly jabbing Undyne with the less dangerous end of the spear.

"Y'know, you remind me of someone!" She said as she tried to trip him up.

"Really?" He asked, dodging and parrying.

"Yeah! Captain Asgore! I've known him since I was little, and he's a huge fluff-ball who doesn't like to fight if he doesn't have to!" She tried to distract him with a sudden volley of spears. "He's a total wimp! But, he's really nice, and super strong when he needs to be! In fact, he trained me!"

"Wowie!" He gushed. "I'm flattered that I remind you of him!"

She laughed, then stabbed at him again.

They were both so ensnared in their spar that they didn't noticed their lone spectator, not until a sharp whistle pierced the air. Their heads snapped to the noise, but their bodies continued in the directions they had been moving, causing them to fall into a heap of tangled limbs. Thankfully, Undyne had the mind to dissipate the spears before there was an impaling. Which was a relief, Papyrus would rather not go through that again.

A muffled snort brought their attention back to the one who'd whistled. Alphys stood at the edge of the clearing, trying to cover her giggles behind her hand.

"S-sorry," She said, "Didn't m-mean to startle you."

Undyne pushed herself up so she wasn't suffocating Papyrus. "That's okay, babe! Seems time for a break anyways. Hey, punk, you hungry as I am?"

Papyrus spat out a few strands of her hair that had gotten in his mouth when they fell. "Yeah! Is it gonna be chili again?"

Undyne seemed to be about to confirm, only for Alphys to interrupt. "A-actually, I already made some soup while you w-were sparring. Y-you've been out in the cold and it'll help you warm up."

The fish Monster shrugged and sprung to her feet, hauling Papyrus up by the hood and slinging him over her shoulder, then surprising Alphys a moment later by doing the same to her.

Said lizard Monster squeaked in shock, scales turning an interesting shade of red, and despite not being able to see her face, Undyne seemed to know, because she had her teeth bared in a pleased grin.

She carried them into the house and set them down inside. Alphys took a few moments to compose herself, and a red blush still remained as she scurried into the kitchen to distribute the soup.

As he was taking off his boots, Papyrus once again took notice of the small boots and striped poncho. "Undyne? Do you two have a kid?"

She grinned. "Heh, yeah! Scrappy little punk, that kid. They're about your age, still in stripes. Got home while you were sleeping and left after scarfing down their breakfast."

"Oh, I hope I can meet them!" He said.

"Fuhuhu, they'd like to meet ya too, punk." She said, ruffling his hair. "Now, let's get some grub!"

The soup was very good, and tasted like a much better version of the cup noodles Papyrus has had at different foster homes. Alphys was also right in that it warmed him right up.

They'd given him a small thermos of some left over soup, which he stored in his phone's inventory alongside his other food items.

"You sure you don't wanna stick around?" Undyne asked as they stood at the front door.

Papyrus nodded. "I'm sure, I really have to continue. But it was really nice to hang out with you two! And thanks for letting me stay over!"

Undyne grinned and ruffled his hair. "No problem, punk! Glad I got to know you, instead of, y'know, killing you."

"Yes, i-it's quite fortunate how things turned o-out." Alphys said. "N-now, if you need anything, please call and we'll help however we can an-" she yelped as they were both suddenly scooped up into a hug.

"Yeah, punk! Anyone messes with you, and I'll beat 'em up!" Undyne declared. "And! You're gonna meet Asgore in Waterfall, but don't worry, he's a huge pushover when it comes to small cute things! You'll be fine!"

Papyrus blushed, fidgeting with his cape. "Nyeh heh.."

She put them back on their feet and they said goodbye once more before he headed in the direction of Waterfall.

"You have fun?" He almost jumped as Frisk appeared suddenly at his side.

"Where've you been?" He asked quietly. "I haven't seen you since last night!"

"I, uh, had some things to check up on." They said.

"What things?"

"Nothing important. How was your time with Alphys and Undyne?" They asked.

Papyrus frowned at their dodging, but dropped it. "It was fun! We had pancakes with golden flower syrup, which is really good! And then I sparred with Undyne for a while. After that Alphys made some soup.." He recounted as they walked further into the fog.

The change from Snowdin to Waterfall was drastic. Where it was once bright, cold, and cheery, it was now darker, the chill less biting and more damp, and there was an eerie peacefulness to it.

"I can tell why it's called Waterfall." Papyrus commented as they passed yet another small waterfall.

Frisk snorted. "Yeah. All the Monsters in charge of naming are... not very good at it."

They came upon an unmanned guard station, next to it was a glowing blue flower with a fish monster lingering next to it. But what interested Papyrus more was the Save Star glittering next to the flower.

He gratefully went up to it, not wanting to go through yesterday all over again, even if it turned out okay in the end.

"Hey, kid." The fish Monster called, "You ever seen an Echo Flower?" They canted their head towards the flower at their side. At his head shake, the explained. "Well, they're magical flowers that grow here in Waterfall. Their name comes from the fact that they repeat the last thing they hear."

His eyes widened. "Wowie! That's so cool!"

The fish nodded. "Go ahead, give it a try."

Papyrus walked up to the flower, it seemed normal, despite the fact it was blue and glowed. He hesitantly brushed his hands against the petals, and a voice, higher but definitely the fish Monster's, emanated from it. "Go ahead, give it a try."

"Oh, wow!" He the flower again, and it said, now in a squeaky version of his own voice. "Oh, wow!"

Papyrus grinned and looked up at the fish. "Thanks for showing me!"

"No problem, kid, have a good day!" He waved and walked passed the sentry post.

"Yo! Papyrus!" He looked up, it was Riley, running towards him from the hall heading deeper into Waterfall. He gasped as they tripped and face-planted dangerously close to the waterfall. He rushed forward and crossed it, dodging rocks until he was on the other side.

"You okay?" He asked as he helped them up.

They nodded, shaking off the fall. "I'm good, dude!" They hopped from one foot to the other excitedly. "You're lucky, dude, the Captain was on a different route yesterday, so you didn't miss him! I spotted him up ahead! C'mon, before we miss him!"

Though worried about meeting Captain Asgore, he couldn't disappoint his new friend, so he rushed after him, deeper into Waterfall.

#Paytale #papyrus #monster kid #undertale au #undertale #undertale alternate universe #alternate universe #undyne #alphys #alphyne #au

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drundertalescum · 7 years

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Hey for the mini fic thing, how about Underswap pap been unable to sleep for some reason so he sits on his bed, smoking because why not and thinks about something, like a really bad joke thing that his tired mind thinks is hella hilarious so he bursts out laughing and almost drop his cigarette onto his bed, maybe?

This went somewhere else entirely. Blame it on me being tired and my sleepy mind thinking it was funny. It’s probably not. I am very sorry.

Warnings for some vague potential emetophobia triggers and rated D for Drugs. Also extraordinarily bad decision making.

(Also this ended up WAY longer than I wanted it to be because i had sleep-deprived ideas and I couldn’t resist my USPapyrus-is-the-biggest-dork-of-all headcanons.)

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It was 3am again, and Papyrus could not sleep a wink.

That wasn’t unusual. He’d always had trouble sleeping, and once upon a time, he’d accepted that completely. Night had always been working time, where he’d take himself to the shed and build prototypes and personal projects and things to impress his bosses… but those days were long gone.

Plus, Sans had really been after him lately about sleeping more, eating better, making healthy choices, etc etc etc. So, Papyrus figured he should at least try to sleep for once.

Healthy choices. Healthy, healthy choices. For his health. Which was important.

…

Papyrus was gonna do drugs.

Yeah. Yeah, he was going to take a drugs now. Or… uh… okay, he didn’t know the “lingo” for doing illicit substances, but he was going to do it.

See, there was this guy in town, Doggo, who ran the Inn. Super nice guy, never once laughed at him, and sometimes they smoked together. Papyrus was hesitant to use the “F word” and risk making it weird, but they had become pretty good acquaintances over the years they’d known each other. They would talk sometimes in Muffet’s, or Doggo would let him stay in the Inn for free sometimes when he was ducking responsibilities he couldn’t quite face right then and there.

Doggo and him would usually just share cigarettes together, but on occasion, the innkeeper would pull out something else to smoke: a dog treat. He’d offered him a try, said they were great for relaxing, unwinding, great for the “bad days” and Papyrus… well, he’d been very tempted. He did have a lot of bad days, though he didn’t like to admit it, but he’d declined at the time for fear of embarrassing himself. What if it was like the first time he smoked, coughing and choking and looking decidedly uncool?

No thanks.

But he’d been intrigued, and a few days ago, he nervously went into the Dogi’s shop to grab a few things, but really just the one thing (the others were distractions, a clever ruse!): Dog treats. He didn’t know which ones were the good kind, so he just bought the cheap ones, trying not to draw attention to himself and his illicit items (which were sold over the counter? In broad daylight?? The whole town had to be in on it… a drug conspiracy right under the Queen’s snout! And now he was a part of it! He felt dangerous! And cool! And a part of something! It was awesome.) He did a good job. C+ for effort, he thought. Maybe flinging himself out of the window to leave quickly and stealthily was not the best option, in the end. He’d thought it was open? It wasn’t. So he’d had to stumble back in and sheepishly offer to pay for a new one. They hadn’t been too mad about it, though. He guessed they were used to it.

He had intended to smoke one that very night, but he’d chickened out. And again the next night, and again, and again.

But now, well, they helped with bad days, right? Well, while the day had been fine, the night had been miserable, and he really could use something to unwind.

So tonight was the night. Papyrus was going to do drugs. Illegally.

Wow… he really had fallen, hadn’t he? No. No, no, nevermind, that didn’t, he wasn’t going to think about that. He was going to think about how cool he would look when Doggo offered him a treat and he accepted. He was going to think about how much sleep he was going to get once he finally unwound. Sleep champion. Sleep master. Master of the sleep. And the illicit substances.

Sans was hoping to be so disappointed if he ever found out… No! No no no! Not thinking about that! No! Stop! Bad thoughts! Begone!

Shoo!

Okay. Okay, this proved it. He needed it. He couldn’t turn his mind off no matter how much he wanted to sometimes, and this was probably what he needed.

Forcing himself to move quickly before he lost his nerve again, Papyrus pulled out his lighter and lit up the treat. This part came with practiced ease, though the lighting part took quite a bit longer than lighting up dry leaves and paper. This thing was kinda thick and slightly oily (and the thought of that made him feel sick, but he wouldn’t think about it. He just wouldn’t think about it.) which made his task a bit harder, but it didn’t last long enough to let the doubts back in.

Those waited until after he took his first drag, and it was exactly as awful as he’d imagined it might be– and then some.

Bleh!!

But… he forced himself not to think about it as he took a second, longer, slower drag, trying to savor the intense flavors. And… it… was…

…still awful, but maybe an acquired taste? And maybe he could acquire it. The texture wasn’t quite as bad on second try, and he was feeling… maybe a little more relaxed? Just a bit. But these things took a bit to kick in (probably. At least they did on TV.) and if it helped, then…

Yeah, actually, yeah. He felt calmer. Lighter, now. Suddenly the stress about this all wasn’t so bad, and he wasn’t as nervous, and that was a very great result to have.

Papyrus leaned back on his bed, thinking pleasantly about very little besides just how nice this was, to not have to worry about every little thing, if only for a little while. How long did these last, anyway? He didn’t know, and maybe that should have scared him, but it didn’t. He could accept waiting a little while, being a little more mellow for a bit, instead of just pretending to be all the time.

Yeah, that was a really nice thought. Wowie, all his thoughts he’d had since he started smoking this had been really nice! He got the appeal now, even more than he already had.

It still tasted awful of course. His expression with every drag was likely rather uncool, so trying this alone had been a smart move (at least a smart move for his cool, casual reputation. He wasn’t far gone enough to not realize that this decision was in most other ways not a smart move.), but he was becoming more used to it, and his winces were getting easier and easier to hide.

Maybe the next time he did this, he would look really cool, really practiced and great, and everyone would think he was a seasoned veteran of drugs. King of the drugs. Or was that technically treasonous to say? At the very least, it wasn’t very nice, the real king being missing and all. Duke of the drugs? He didn’t think there was a duke anywhere that he would be insulting by taking on that title, so that was probably a better fit.

Duke Papyrus, Duke of the Drugs. Drug Duke.

Drug Duke Papyrus!

He giggled to himself. He didn’t know why it was so funny, but it was. It was so, so funny.

The giggles escalated into chuckles, then full-on laughter, and it only got worse, until he clamped his hands over his jaws to stop the sound from getting loud enough to wake up Sans, and for some reason that made it even funnier still, because how the heck was he going to explain this one? That he was cracking up laughing at a dumb name he just came up with because the letters both started with D. Was that even why he was laughing?

Nyeh heh heh!!! He didn’t know but it was funny! It was funny that it was so funny and it was funny that being so funny was just so funny to him because it normally wouldn’t be funny if it wasn’t for all the hardcore drugs, and “drugs” just made him think it the words once again, and thus the cycle repeated until he was crying, fully aware in the back of his mind that this was dumb, this was ridiculous, this was just stupid and incredibly uncool no matter how many drugs were involved, but the rest of his mind (the drugged part? Probably) refused to let reason in on this moment, because it was a good, nice moment, free of self-consciousness and anxiety and restlessness and self-conscious anxiety about restlessness.

So he ignored that voice for a while and laughed. He nearly lost the treat through the giggles, catching it only at the last second and falling off the bed in the process with a clatter of bone on wood.

And normally, that would be the part where he thought about how stupid he must look, how ridiculous and uncool. But instead, he thought about how stupid he must look, how ridiculous and uncool, and he laughed. Because it was funny. He was being silly, and it was actually funny.

A knock came at the door, jerking him out of his laughter but not quite out of hit nice mood.

“…Papyrus? You okay in there…??”

“YES I AM PAPYRUS I AM FINE!!!”

“… Did you fall off the bed?”

“YES BUT IT– I’m fine! I just… um. Well I guess I just fell. Huh.”

“Did you… did you have a nightmare again?”

“Nah, just… I swear, I’m fine, brother. Bro. I’m totally fine.”

“… alright, well, just make sure you get some sleep, okay? Healthy choices, like we talked about?”

Papyrus glanced down at the treat in his hand, feeling the joy roll over in his soul into something more akin to guilt, mixed with nausea, elevated mood crashing down into something murky and awful.

“YEAH bro. I was JUST laying BACK down. GOOD NIGHT, SANS!”

He thought he heard a sigh from the other side of the door. Was he really that obvious? “…Night, Papyrus”

He heard the slippered footsteps padding down the hall and let out a sign of his own. What the hell was he doing? Sitting around in his room, doing this stuff? This was dumb. And now he felt sick. And he didn’t really feel quite so goofy and giddy and light anymore. Just tired and guilty and sick.

Really sick, actually.

He shoved down a feeling that threatened to come up. Oh no. What if he was going to die?

Oh no. He was going to die.

He quickly weighed the options in his head, and again, and again, before finally deciding to swallow his pride. He pulled out his cell phone. It was, marginally, better to be alive and uncool than dead and (perhaps) somewhat cool.

Marginally.

He called up Doggo. If anyone would know what to do, he would.

It felt like it rung forever, but finally the answer came, and he immediately attempted to explain the entire thing, from misguided start to his imminent death, blathering on incoherently and with no real direction, but talking faster than he ever had outside of the laboratory.

He cursed the drugs for making him sound so inarticulate. Normally, he was articulate as heck when he needed to be. Sort of. He was better than this, at least!

(…God, he was better than this. He was so much better than this.)

“Whoa, whoa, pup, slow down. Take it easy. Breathe with me. C’mon. Deep breaths, okay?” Doggo demonstrated and Papyrus nodded, only to feel a flush of what was either embarrassment or illness when he realized Doggo couldn’t see him through the phone. That wasn’t a normal thing. At least he couldn’t see his blushing. “Good, good. Alright. Now, you said you took something?”

“D-DOG TREAT,” he replied, not even trying to suppress his natural tone, only quieting his volume enough to ensure that Sans wouldn’t hear, even if he hadn’t gotten back to sleep. The walls weren’t very thick.

“ Okay, okay good, I see why you called me, then. You made a good decision, okay? I can help you through this,” Doggo’s mostly-soothing voice broke into an inaudible mumble for a moment, and Papyrus could just barely read out the words “bad trip” from out all. Oh no. He was having a bad trip. That couldn’t be good. He didn’t know what that meant but it couldn’t be good at all. “Where’d you get it?”

“D-DOGI.”

“…you what?”

The guilt was too much. “I KNOW, I KNOW. I PURCHASED ILLICIT SUBSTANCES IN BROAD, OPEN DAYLIGHT FROM THE LOCAL GENERAL STORE. I’VE GONE ROGUE; I’M SORRY! IF I SURVIVE I WILL NEVER TAKE A DRUG AGAIN.”

“… The Dogi don’t deal, Papyrus.”

“WHAT? OF COURSE THEY DEAL? THEY DEALED! RIGHT THERE IN THE OPEN! IN FRONT OF THE COUNTER! AT EYE LEVEL WITH CHILDREN! DRUGS! THEY DEALED ME RIGHT THERE, AND THE DEAL WAS TOO MUCH FOR ME, DOGGO. THE DEAL WAS TOO MUCH! I AM DYING. I AM HIGH AND I AM DYING.”

“What was the name on the label?”

He paused to think. Why did that matter? “…CHEWY-CHEWY GOODBOYS.”

Doggo rolled his eyes at the name, a look of disgust on his face. Oh no. He didn’t pick the cool drugs. Doggo thought he wasn’t cool.

“Those ain’t drugged. They aren’t even good.” He mumbled, “they take the name of the Good Boy in vain,” too, but Papyrus didn’t hear it, caught up on processing the first part of that.

“… What exactly do you mean, they aren’t drugged? They're… they’re dog treats?”

“Papyrus… my ‘treats’ aren’t actually… they aren't… they’re special. I buy them out of town from some crazy guy in Waterfall.” Papyrus wondered for a split second before he cut off the train of thought. He wasn’t going to even consider that possibility. There were probably plenty of crazy guys who lived in Waterfall. Besides he was dying, so that was something he needed to focus on right now. “It’s good stuff, but they aren’t actual dog treats. They just look like it so I can keep em hidden. I don’t actually smoke dog treats; they’re dog treats.”

“Then why do… WHAT… uh… WHY ARE THE dog treats SO popular, thEn? If THEY AREN'T…?”

“Because we’re dogs, Papyrus. We like treats.”

Papyrus blinked. “Uncool” did not come close to how he was feeling right now. It was all so obvious. “…S-SO… THE REAL DRUGS WERE INSIDE OF ME ALL ALONG?”

Doggo laughed, then, strong and loud, but Papyrus got the impression, at least, that he was laughing at his words and not directly at him. “I guess you could say that! Something like that!”

“I AM AN IDIOT.”

“Nah, trust me, I been there. You just made some mistakes. Listen, you good to walk down here to the Inn?”

“Uh… WHY?”

“You said you were sick, right? And they may not have had drugs in them but you still smoked everything else that was in that crap. You might have imagined the high but you probably didn’t imagine the sickness, and you probably don’t wanna explain this one too that brother of yours, do ya?”

“N-NO. No, I really don’t. I’LL UH… I’ll pack an overnight bag and head over. I’ll be there in a little under 12 minutes.”

“Alright, I’ll keep the back unlocked for you.”

Papyrus smiled weakly, feeling the roiling in his core again. “Thanks, Doggo. You’re a really good dog!”

“Heh, hey no problem, Papyrus. That’s what friends are for, right? See ya in 12.”

“S-SEEYA!!!”

The call ended.

Papyrus smiled again, a little stronger, this time. The F word hadn’t made it weird at all! It had already been too weird to make weirder! A success story!

He didn’t really have much time to enjoy that, though, because he was definitely very much about to be sick.

…maybe he would look into this “healthy choices” thing a little closer after the mess that was tonight.

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