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[yinyanchan]

Guys..... I stumbled on the villianess trope where the protagonist wakes up and finds themselves the villianess in an otome/reverse harem game. The gears are spinning...

[yinyanchan]

Hi! from a new obsessed reader

Hope everything is okay and had a quick question. Do you have any plans of continuing housemates? I finished it in under a day. It was so good! I wanted to know if it’s discontinued or you’re taking a break because I fell in love with it immediately and was so sad when I didn’t see an update

Life got in the way of a lot of progress. I am continuing it but still TBD. Thank you for the read and I'm glad you enjoyed so far!

[yinyanchan]

Hey, and Avid reader of your work

I pretty much read a couple of your UT stories and they are like out of this world! The mood, setting, and characters are great!

The ones I like the most are "Lonesome Skeletons" , and Jekyll and Hyde"

But the one that I stuck to the most was Under cave cause I love how you wrote the speech and everything!

Would you continue any of your earlier works?

Thank you so much! I'm trying to get back into the swing of things as it were. I don't have any time frame as of now. It is still TBD. I do want to finish them all. Life just hit way too hard recently and I'm doing my best to bounce back. 🙂

[yinyanchan]

Found an older story I had in my files. No way is it completed but I figured it might be something interesting for you guys to read. Calling it the Fire and the Flood with a potential look at Swapfell Sans becoming a nightmare/fresh version due to a parasitic soul disease called the Murk.

Summary: Things for monsters on the surface were grueling. Trying to intermingle between humans and obtaining their own freedoms and rights was a hard won journey. Especially for the Captain of the Royal guard. Sans was always on the next plan of action. Wary of everything… So when a mysterious illness starts to spread amongst humans and somehow becomes parasitic in nature towards monsters? A single sneeze has him and his guardsmen up in arms from the “Murk”. He has the royal scientist running every test and containing all he can so that the public has nothing to fear. Including his brother and you, his datemate. So after a long day after having to kill a Murk crazed human… Could you possibly imagine the terror when Sans Skeleton sneezed for the very first time?

Synopsis: Think of Nightmare and Fresh Sans combined into a terrifying Swapfell Sans. The Murk starts to corrupt souls, humans and monsters, and it makes them evil. The soul, in its desperation, tries to flush the impurities from it but it ends up like mucousy tar dripping from their orifices. It is thought that the Murk came to be from human souls. Corrupted souls becoming sick in bloodlust and violence becoming a parasitic disease that makes others feel the same. When in contact with uncorrupted souls the tendrils of ooze start to reach for them… whether it be just tears or to full on corruption and the entity is starting to ooze completely. Opening a mouth will have the tendrils come towards the uncorrupted like tiny mouths on the ends of tentacles. Monsters won’t know they have been corrupted as they usually don’t realize that the doubt they start to feel in themselves is the first sign. Then the telltale sneeze and oozing black matter speckles their hands/sleeves. By then it is too late. Sans doesn’t want the people and the guard to panic after finding out he has been contaminated. He urges Undyne, the royal scientist, to find a cure and fast. She then realizes that he is contaminated and makes him stay at home. Being around the throng of contamination would only speed up his prognosis. He distances himself from you, his datemate, and his brother Papyrus. Both of you not realizing he is starting to become something horrifying. Sans fights the desire to hurt and cause a realm of misery on what was a weekly basis to almost agonizing every second. However you and Papyrus start to see a different side of Sans… and the fact that he smiles with every cruel thing he does… is terrifying.

It all happened with a sneeze.

Sans was shook that he was even capable of it as he looked down into the hand he used to cover his nose and mouth. Seeing thick black mucus like spatter on his glove made his magic go cold. His mind started reeling with the ever growing sense of dread that filled his nonexistent gut.

It was as if his life flashed in front of his eyes.

How he and his brother had to survive a cruel underground as monsters were trapped below the surface. Thanks to human mages a long time ago sealing the underground with a barrier. Then a child fell into the underground and saved monsterkind. By not only freeing them but saving them from themselves. It was kill or be killed and if you didn’t have a position of power… you were easily used to gain L.O.V.E. Or Levels Of ViolEnce. Sans would know… he’s been a lesser that strived for the power he has now and he is a deadly force to be reckoned with. He had to be as he was a mere child himself trying to raise his baby brother.

When the surface opened up for him and his kind… it was a breath of fresh air both figuratively and literally. Things were hard in the beginning but it was worth it to see the sunrise in the morning and the glittering stars at night. He strove for monster rights amongst humans and earned it for his people whether his Queen had wanted it or not. She had never been in her right mind since her children had passed away a long time ago. Sans was the lawmaker and led his people through the chaos to better themselves.

Now with that grand even settled and monsters and humans coexisting in peace… he could do something for himself… and that was to pursue you romantically. You had been his human assistant since the beginning when he needed guidance. You stepped up and took a spot by his side and helped him through every process. He was in total awe of you… but he didn’t feel it fair to his people to pursue a romance at the pivotal moment of their true rights and freedoms.

So now that it wasn’t an issue… he asked you on a date… and you said yes. Stars, he loved you like crazy. You were a happy and fun loving person who treated his brother like a sibling of your own. Yet he has seen what happens when the proverbial shit hits the fan and to say that it even scared him with how scary serious you could be… it was kinda hot to be honest and he was thankful that he wasn’t on the other end of those arguments.

Then after some time of happiness and fond times with you and his brother… finally reaching a state of peace it seems… a human showed up out of nowhere into the monster embassy and wreaked havoc. Hurting, killing, and all with a smile on his wicked face. Laughing as he landed blows and shrieking with delight if hit back. Sans had tried to get the upper hand only to realize that this man did not care who or what he was up against and rammed a surprised Sans to the ground.

Sans stared up in horror as the man delightedly laughed in his face as he clawed it. Thick oozing tendrils of murky blood fell onto Sans below him. Startling him to try anything to get control back.

The end result left the human dead. A bone pierced and impaled him from Sans’ own making. There was no way around it as the man had completely lost his mind.

Sans had the guards deal with the body and he went to clean up in the locker room.

Then more humans… and some monsters started showing the same behaviors. People and monsters he knew even. He had Undyne run tests and kept them quarantined until a cure could be found. Undyne revealed to him it was a soul sickness… one that preyed parasitically to the magic in ones soul and body. As humans had more magic in their souls and remained essentially powerless as there were no mages anymore… Monsters were made up of magic entirely so it would consume them greatly.

Yet it wasn’t confirmed how or why it came to be, or even how it is transmitted. Undyne confirmed that it was a parasitic leaching type of sickness and it’s highly likely that those exposed to it would end up sick as well. Yet still no sign of what was causing it other than the souls themselves corrupting and degrading… and at one point the sickness would start to ooze out to get more magic to fuel it from other sources. As one monster became an oozing nightmare of inky black tendrils from the leaking murk coming from its soul out of its orifices.

Sans was horrified at seeing the contaminated beings in their holding cells. If word spread about this it could cause a rift between humans and monsters. He needed to find the source and put an end to this madness. He sternly said to Undyne that he didn’t care the cost but he needed answers.

She agreed but then seemed to realize that Sans had been the one to kill, what he had been calling the “Murk”, riddled human. Undyne definitely realized that time was of the essence and committed herself to her findings and work.

Sans was encouraged to get away from the contaminated beings. Undyne said they seemed to progress faster amongst one another. So Sans heeded the warning and waited for news at home. No one outside of the embassy’s elite and Undyne knew of the Murk. Yet there were still odd news findings of people going crazy here and there… only to be snatched by the royal guard when given a chance.

You had asked him if something was amiss as Sans began working from home. Though he was happy to be around you and his brother more… he kept his distance. Fearing deep down that he was infected.

It was exceedingly hard to turn down your amorous romps but he couldn’t hurt you for a night of fun. His brother was starting to get highly suspicious of his attitude… because he himself was starting to realize he was acting odd.

He’d start smiling for no reason… and it was an eerie displaced smile. His doubts started to manifest in his daily routine which concerned you and Papyrus.

It wasn’t until he saw what he had in his very hand that his deepest darkest fear came true.

 Sans Skeleton, Captain of the Royal Guard, was infected with the highly dangerous Murk.

[yinyanchan]

Skeletons Like Honeybuns (Horrortale version)

I'm trauma writing at this point... but hey it made me feel a little better so why not? I saw that this got a bit of attention when I had mentioned it and it is something I'd like to write but was holding off until I finished editing the original... I also want to do an Underfell version of this as well.

Summary: Everyone knows that monsters are frightening. Their territories are starving for food and when they show up into a human territory? It's a bloodbath. Yet it isn't the scariest thing you are facing. Fleeing an abusive relationship you had felt trapped in. You finally break free to save your daughter Amelia from your ex's brutality. Reaching out to relatives with no luck as they had removed you from their lives due to your previous life decisions... save a great aunt recently in rehab due to falling and breaking her hip. Not even wanting to ask her for help as you visit her... only for her to offer it to you. She offers her old colonial style home in the middle of nowhere to breath and find a way to help yourselves as she recovers... only to warn you that things go bump in the night. So you find that the fridge will be left open at night. Food goes missing even though you know you've recently purchased more. Things go bump but it is an older home. It's not until poor little Amelia, mute from her previous abuse, drops a book under the bed and finds a giant scared skeleton staring back at her when she tries to retrieve it... that things gets far more weird... especially when Amelia sees that the skeletons she meets have suffered a lot but despite their pain... they are very kind to her.

[yinyanchan]

I think I'm done with the disasters for now. Here's hoping the wildfire near me is stopped soon... the evacuation zone creeps ever closer and its already unsettlingly close.

[yinyanchan]

Life Update

My family member in hospice has passed away. We are still getting arrangements finalized. My other family member has conceded into getting the surgeries they desperately need. Things are kind of a whirlwind at the moment and emotions are high. It's going to be a while and thank you guys for your support. I feel as though I've got the fanfiction writer curse. Anytime that I have an idea or actual time to start collecting my thoughts for anything to actually write? Life says "NO."

*Thought I do want to say that my new old man cat is doing great. He's still my good news. He's a snuggly bundle of love and sweetness, going strong!*

[yinyanchan]

Well things went south... got a family member in hospice, another that needs surgeries but still being difficult to reason with, and I ended up with a very neglected 14 year old cat... that I was worried that the vet would give me grim news about. Well he's my only good news as of right now. 14 and going strong, just a bunch of allergy related problems stacked up over time. It's gonna be awhile before I will post again. So just thought I'd update you guys.

[yinyanchan]

Life update: An old ugly situation popped up again with some family. This time something permanent is being done about it and it got ugly. However though it is great news going forward I'm still dealing with another heart wrenching decision because of it. I will update again after this blows over and I see for myself the actual change in progress.

[yinyanchan]

New Chapter!

[yinyanchan]

Hindsight (Funny)

So I was talking with my partner about the Lonesome Skeletons story and how I liked the wild west theme. He didn't know I had already posted it and had a sudden epiphany as he had played RDR2 recently and it's one of my favorite games. "You could totally call the gang the Bone'Driskulls a play on the O'Driscolls gang." All he got was a "Damn it! That's so damn good! They already have a name though! ARGH!" So there might be a nod to such a damn good pun later in the story. I'm so upset I let that opportunity pass lol but I'll get over it. He chuckles every time I mutter "Damn bone'driskulls."

[yinyanchan]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Toriel (Undertale) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Swapfell (Undertale), Swapfell Sans (Undertale), Swapfell Papyrus (Undertale), Underswap Sans (Undertale), Underswap Papyrus (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Underswap (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Underfell (Undertale), Underfell Sans (Undertale), Underfell Papyrus (Undertale), Horrortale Sans (Undertale), Horrortale Papyrus (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Horrortale (Undertale), Centaur AU, Roles are swapped!, Who you think are the bad guys are not, Papyrus will sell you snake oil, Ebbott is it's own territory out west, Humans and Monsters have tense borders, Toriel is a total sweetheart and mother figure, Toriel gives disapproving stare downs to all skellies, at some point at least - Freeform, set in the wild west, Blue and Papyrus wearing fake mustaches at random Summary:

You are a lonely woman in a time of railroad expansions, stagecoaches, pioneers, cowboys, prospectors, and monsters out west. Literal monsters from the territory of Ebbott. You have a penpal from the desert part of Ebbott out west. Lady Toriel and you have been speaking with her since her last plea for better human and monster relations. You are on your way to meet your new friend and teacher with the high hopes that you will make a difference. You didn't have much other than the passion to help bridge the gap between everyone. Toriel would be giving you a job as her partner. You can't wait... however you come across a bunch of centaurs, with upper bodies of skeletons, that may or may not be up to no good.

[yinyanchan]

New Chapter for New Years Eve!!! Enjoy!

[yinyanchan]

Lonesome Skeleton Question.

I'm not really doing a poll but I need some help. Papyrus and Blue have aliases to travel around and sell snake oil... (With mustaches lol) the problem is that I would like to give them names to suit their roll. I've thought about Leroy, Clovis, and Eugene to name a few but I can't for the life of me find one that I like. My brain is in a fog and just wondered if anyone would like to share some names?

[yinyanchan]

The Wild West Centaur Story will be a thing everyone!

[yinyanchan]

Wild West

Hello Everyone. I decided to throw together the little wild west centaur story as a snippet. It is written with a female reader. It's the only thing I've been able to write since the hurricane and my mentality is still not where I'd like to be... so whatever gets me to write is what I'm after right now. Dunno if this will actually be a thing to continue and Sans and Stretch (SwapPap) would be in it but they haven't appeared/been mentioned in this snippet.... also Axe and Nook... I will post the chapter snippet under the link. Before it will be descriptions of the skellies horse bodies.

Sans- dapple grey Arabian.

Stretch- tan and black Mustang.

Blue- blue roan Nokota.

Papyrus- orange chestnut Belgian

Russ- dark bay Thoroughbred

Edge- black Friesian

Red- black Percheron

Black- Dark bay Andalusian

Nook- buff chestnut Shire

Axe- Grey Clydesdale

Here you were. 

Riding the stage coach to the wild west and the monster lands of Ebbott.

You wanted to enact diplomatic means and conversing with your penpal, Lady Toriel, you had a way to learn more about monsters and how best for humans and monsters to finally start bridging the gap between them.

It was a daunting task but you were thrilled with this opportunity. You’ve heard that the town of New Home of Ebbott was opening up and had a few humans living amongst monsterkind.

Monsters were fascinating creatures and the one you were going to be staying with was very sweet on paper. Now you are finally getting to meet her.

This very stage coach had to be paid extra to coerce going into monster land as the trade route was just on the perimeter. A lot of humans were scared to go past the border. It also seemed to be the same for monsters.

Yet from the tales of magic to learning about souls… you couldn’t wait to see your friend and teacher. You had heard about her plea when it was discussed about further trade and camaraderie between the nations. So endearing you had reached out to her and from that moment on… you had found a friend you hadn’t known you needed.

Lady Toriel was a very sweet individual and had a motherly way about her… you could tell from the way she writes to you. Not everything was business with her and she seemed genuine in learning about you as much as you wanted to learn about her.

Then the day had come she had asked for your help. She wanted someone she knew, without a doubt, with a kind soul to come and help her reach the more stubborn of monsters.

Hostilities between humans and monsters were still very high. You can’t judge a book by its cover, just as you don’t know if a kind stranger is actually a danger. So you were going to help promote peace and hopefully with your efforts combined, get monsters and humans on the same page as one another.

Lady Toriel said it would take a lot of hard work and there were a lot of things she and you were going to have to learn before getting into the thick of things.

Yet you couldn’t help the excited jitters sending shivers of joy down your body. Finally, this was something you could do. Something you were more than willing to take on as this meant you’d get to know more about the fantastic beings that live in Ebbott.

Not only that but you were going to prove that humans and monsters could coexist in harmony. No longer fighting at borders, no more blood or dust shed.

Peace.

Getting carried away in your thoughts, you were not the only person traversing to Ebbott. It was a rather large stagecoach but you and a small handful of people were joining. Not exactly staying in New Home but reaching it as a destination as they go further into the mountains. Another area had recently opened up to travelers called Snowdin and they were offering the finest furs. Also a rumor that there was gold.

So prospectors would be heading that way. There was one other woman with you but the rest were men. Traders and merchants. The lady was in very fancy attire and was being carted along by her husband.

Apparently to check on some furs.

Their talk of trade and growing market for monster made items was interesting, and would hold some value as you and Lady Toriel decided to talk on all avenues… but when the stage coach came to a halt… and there wasn’t a sign of a town… it had the men reaching for their pistols.

Not going to lie… you traveled with one as well. It was dangerous for a young woman to go on her own… especially with bandits, gangs, and highwaymen.

You heard the coachman call out to someone and you attempted to look out of the window to see what was going on.

You gasp. It was two centaurian monsters… and their upper halves were skeletons. The skeletal horsemen seem appeased by what the stagecoach driver says and approach you all. The men have hands on their pistols as they open the door.

The smaller centaur stepped forward, a blue roan Nokota horse lower half. Beautiful bluish grey body that was a bit dappled. He was decked out in fringed tan leather. A blue flannel button up under the tan jacket. White gloves with a slight fringe. Wide brimmed tan cowboy hat. A tightly fitted blue bandana around his neck. He has more human-like teeth and big beautiful bright blue eyelights that when focused were stars.

He slowly takes the hat from his head and places it both hands in front of him in submissive demeanor. 

The other follows suit.

He's a bit bigger and taller than blue roan Nokota… probably because his horse half is a beautiful orange chestnut Belgian. He has a white brimmed cowboy hat. White leather fringed coat. Orange button up shirt with a light Grey vest. Red gloves that you almost mistook for mittens. A red billowy bandana hugged his neck tightly. His warm and sunny disposition was rather endearing as the other one.

“WE HATE TO ASK YOU KIND FOLKS BUT WE HAVE RUN INTO A NASTY DRY SPELL.” The blue roan starts and the other nods.

“THE DROUGHT HAS CAUGHT US ALL AND IF YOU COULD SPARE A FEW GOLD OR EVEN SOME RATIONS. WE WOULD BE ENTIRELY THANKFUL.” The Belgian adds. They seemed so kind yet so worn. It seemed to be tugging at everyones heart strings.

“IF THERE IS NOTHING TO SPARE WE UNDERSTAND AND WILL WISH YOU SAFE TRAVELS.” The Nokota bows his head and the other does the same.

Man it really hurt to know that there was a drought hurting them… yet something in you felt like that since this was the desert it should have been a known danger… but there was something about them that made your heart hurt.

So you and surprisingly the others offered up what you could. You didn’t have much but you knew that the bracelet your aunt had given you would get them something. Seeing as they had suggested it wasn’t just the two of them suffering.

It was a cute trinket. A silver chain with an emerald heart.

It was really all you had.

Other than the few gold you had to make sure you could get to Lady Toriel safely and start working.

If this was going to help some monsters, then by all means… it was what you were here to do. Help monsters and humans alike.

The others had given some gold to the skeletons and you were the last as they turned to you.

So with a sad smile you unclip your bracelet and hand it to a shocked Belgian.

“I don’t have much but I can’t let you go without. So this will get you something.” You smile warmly at them both.

You see a slight unease in them as they seem to take you all in… and in wonder.

After glancing at one another the Nokota takes the bracelet with a smile but before he adds it to the pile.

“I HOPE WE AREN’T TAKING SOMETHING THAT IS PRECIOUS TO YOU.” The Nokota is asking you to reconsider giving up something that means something to you and it only endeared you more to their efforts.

“I’m sure that it’s going to a better cause.” You smile and see a subtle wince from them both but the Nokota smiles brightly.

“THANK YOU KINDLY.” He quickly stammers out a blue blush adorning his features and the Belgian seems concerned.

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO GIVE US ANYTHING IF YOU DON’T HAVE THE MEANS TO DO SO. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG IN SAYING NO.” The Belgian whispers to you as the Nokota merrily talks to the others and thanking them profusely for their offerings.

“I want to help.” and it was true. You did want to help in any way that you could… and you see an orange blush creep over his features.

“THANK YOU MY LADY… THOUGH SHOULD YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND?” He asks to see if you will reconsider.

“No, I came all this way to be with Lady Toriel and together we are going to improve monster and human relations. If I can’t help monsters in need, then what would be the point in coming out here?” His sockets widen a bit when he hears this and you can tell he wants to ask questions but the Nokota stamps a hoof.

“WELL THANK YOU ALL ONCE AGAIN BUT WE MUST BE ON OUR WAY!” The Nokota rears and shows off with a beautiful show of his horse body. Then the both of them make their way out.

All of you waving after them.

There were pleased murmurs and how they enjoyed meeting actual monsters and it made your heart soar. This was what you wanted to achieve and glad that you could witness and be a part of such a positive interaction.

However the thundering of hooves seemed to be getting closer than the distant silhouettes of the now vanishing centaurs.

Then the stagecoach driver cried out and even the horses reared as suddenly four centaurs rounded onto your group… and they were scary.

All of them had sharp, deadly looking teeth… two had a gold fang apiece. 

One was a tall and elegantly dressed skeleton with vicious looking teeth of spikes. This one had a more rounded brim black hat. Black duster with beautiful silver paisley on a black vest underneath. A Charcoal grey button up shirt with a low hanging black with silver paisley bandana. Also loaded with ammo and guns… Yet his equine half was that of a beautiful black Friesian that was just as elegant as he dressed. His red eye lights flickering around to take in what he could.

Another was a Thoroughbred dark bay horse body. Thick dark brown duster with a high collar and equally colored cowboy hat pulled down low. A ruddy clay colored bandana hung low from his neck. He watches with great interest as his fangs, one gold, chew on a cigarette.

The one sizing up the one man tempted to get his gun, has a giant black muscular horse body of what had to be a Percheron. Dirty black dust coat settled over a fully loaded belt and bandoleer. Faded red undershirt and a black bandana with red paisley drooped around his neck. Shotgun over his back and pistols at his side. A wide brimmed dusty black cowboy hat sat low on his skull.

“Just try it shortstack.” He growled at the man. With his sharp shark teeth, one gold, bared at him. A smoldering cigar hanging limply in the corner of his maw.

Then you see the leader, as he approaches they all step out of his way. He inspects you all and gets to you.

Dressed in fancy black leathers and a cowboy hat. Vibrant red button up flannel underneath his heavy leather dust coat with a flat black vest. Premium black leather gloves. A black bandana hung loosely down around his neck.

His horse body was a rugged yet sturdy built dark bay Andalusian. It looks black but shimmers a dark reddish brown in the light. Impressively well kept coat.

So when he leans his ruggedly charming face in closer… those menacing shark like teeth and smoldering crimson stars… you pull your gun.

“Stand back! I’m warning you!” You see the other men trying to pull their own piece out but then what throws you is the sight of the skeleton before you looking absolutely shocked.

He looks at the gun then to you in utter horror then anger.

“ARE YOU ALL STUPID!?” He snarls and you keep it raised in fear. This had to be a monster gang… you were sure of it.

When he sees you aren’t budging he gets even angrier and yanks something shimmering from off his chest and thrusts it in your face.

“I’M THE LAW!!! YOU MORONS JUST LET YOURSELVES BE ROBBED BY THE NOTORIOUS BONES AND HOOVES GANG!!!” He screeches and stamps a hoof in anger… leaving you all befuddled as you see the well polished metal of a sheriff badge in your face.

Your heart just dropped.

If these callous hooligans were the law? How would anyone know that the sweet and kind monsters you met earlier were the bad guys?

…

And you had given them the only thing you had left of your family…

You slowly lower your pistol and as the skeleton in front of you gets ready to yell again… you find he deflates as silent tears appear.

The humans you were with voicing their displeasure at having been tricked were drowned out as your heart ached. The Friesian stepped up to write their stories down from what had happened as the Thoroughbred and Percheron rode out to track the trail left behind.

“I’m sorry…” You told the sheriff.

He seems uncomfortable while also wanting to offer you some comfort.

“HEY… IT’S A DIFFERENT WAY HERE… AND I’M…” He’s exceedingly uncomfortable as you wipe away your tears after putting your gun away.

“I’M SORRY THAT THIS HAPPENED, THE BOYS AND I DO OUR BEST BUT THE BONES AND HOOVES GANG ARE THE BEST AT KEEPING US IN THE DUST.” He says and turns to see the returning duo as they shake their heads at him.

They had lost the trail.

“DID THEY TAKE SOMETHING OF VALUE?” He turns back to you and you nod.

“I thought if it was to help those in need… then I certainly didn’t need it… I’m… I’m such an idiot.” You had just thought about how wrong it was to judge a book by its cover.

“I… I MAY HAVE BEEN TOO HARSH… ESPECIALLY WITH WHAT JUST HAPPENED… HERE LET ME ESCORT YOU KIND FOLKS TO THE NEXT STOP AT NEW HOME. WE WILL GET MORE INFORMATION AND TRY OUR BEST TO BRING THEM TO JUSTICE.” Despite him trying to make things a little easier for you.

It still hurt to know you had been swindled. Your kindness had been taken for granted.

“THAT WAS VERY KIND OF YOU, YOU KNOW?” The Andulusian says as he helps you back into the stagecoach.

You truly look at him and notice the red blush cresting over his nasal ridge.

“WE NEED A LITTLE MORE OF THAT IN NEW HOME.” He adds and turns his flustered face away at your surprise.

The hope in you swelled back into place… yes you were sad but this was what you were here for. To bring what you could offer to help with peace.

“I hope Lady Toriel was right, that I am needed there.” You mutter and he looks at you in shock.

“LADY Y/N!?” He practically yelps and stares at you in a fright.

“Um… yes?” You answer.

The other centaurs look at you bewildered… until the Percheron starts braying with laughter.

“Tha newbie got conned an it ain’t even her first day!” He starts stamping a hoof and kicking up sand in his humor.

“So who is gonna tell Lady Toriel this happened?” The Thoroughbred snickers and then says “not it.”

A chorus of “not its” rang out, all aside from the one that was laughing… he stopped immediately and looked in panic at the others smirking at him.

“Aw fuck! Ya know it ain’t fair when I’m in tha middle of somethin’!” The Percheron stamps a hoof in anger and crosses his arms… then pouts.

You all board the coach and as you all head towards New Home… there is some comfort knowing they follow along… and there is something charming in how these fierce looking skeletons are actually doing their best to help you all.

Especially the stoic Friesian that is asking you questions through the window and writing down your answers… as he trots along the coach.

“SO YOU LOST A SILVER CHAIN BRACELET WITH A GREEN EMERALD?” He writes it down.

“Yeah… the emerald is in the shape of a heart.” You add and when he looks up from writing… his sockets widen as if he seems to see something you can’t.

“THAT SEEMS APPROPRIATELY FITTING… WE WILL GET IT BACK FOR YOU MY LADY.” 

He was odd and quirky but that made him even more endearing.

“Thank you.” and watch him blush more and turn his skull to face ahead.

“YOU ARE MOST WELCOME.” 

[yinyanchan]

Just had an idea smack me out of the blue... wild west centaur skeletons and it has the all the fell versions as the good guys and the classic and swap boys as the bad guys. Cause I dunno Blue and Papyrus just seem so sweet an innocent.... as the swindle people from their hard earned money. Sans and Orange are smooth easy going guys... they couldn't possibly be gang members. Thought of a story where reader moves to Ebbott in the wild west to study under Lady Toriel. The stage coach gets "robbed", it's only Papyrus and Blue being sweet gentlemen asking for donations. They skedaddle after everyone waves them goodbye and here comes the law. Black, Russ. Edge, and Red. Reader pulls a gun on them for them being hostile and demanding answers only to have a sheriff badge shoved in their face. "I'M THE LAW DAMMIT!!! DON’T YOU DUMBASSES KNOW YOU WERE JUST ROBBED BY THE NOTORIOUS BONES AND HOOVES GANG!?"

It's an entertaining thought lol.