Shhhh Shhh Shh, It's All Just A Bad Dream. It's Just A Bad D R E A M... But When You Wake, Remember That

Pitch Serrif Playlist

He's genuinely so silly and lovely and I love him and I want him I won't him i knead him he's so... he's SOOOO-

(I think I wrote the correct artist and gave the right credits, so pls lmk if the artist isn't the right one used. Also lmk if they don't want their art reposted, since we respect artists around here ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ)

Bracelet and Playlist here, enjoy!!

I just came back on here after visiting Twitter since my friend wanted me to see the difference and honestly I think I might have to draw the Virgin Mary cradling her son to recover because Twitter isn't even a hellscape like Tumblr but more like that nasty, distant relative no one wants to talk about in comparison to the cool cousin that's Tumblr

Guys do you think that Papyrus would see glimpses of Gaster as a babybones and be scared because he doesn't remember him but he would swear that the terrifying mass in the corner of his bed is wearing the face of someone he recognizes? And Gaster during that time is unable to communicate or touch him and just scares him until babybones Papyrus runs to his older brother to feel safe only to see him overtime in small flashes of his memory and depending on the au he remains scared or actually becomes lost in his own mind trying to figure out why he knows him. He doesn't know who he is, but he knows he's lost him.

Idk that's just something i think about

TEEHEEEE HEHEHEHE YAAAY I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKED IT HEHEHE DONT BE SHY FOR MORE

Y/N who can see Dust!Sans papyrus. Papyrus, aiming to fix Dusts loneliness, lures her to him. (This can take place in a bad sans trio universe where dust just hops AU’s for funsies)

Ohohoho I appreciate the specifics, it helps me with knowing what you want. This'll be fun :-]‼️💥

Be warned, my silly ass actually has a fun interpretation for Papyrus when it comes to Dust and him. And for the sake of some plot hole answers, I'll give you a little treat when it comes to soulmates being involved. So, hopefully you'll like this take on it!

Hm. Something is wrong, very wrong. Where is he? Where is he where is he where is he where- no. no. This is normal. Paps always had a strange way of disappearing occasionally. His magic must be low, he hasn't dusted anyone in awhile. He has Saint and Killer, which keeps him company at least. Sure, Killer is a pain in the ass, but it's better than being alone. It's not like he needed to constantly hear his brother scolding him, but he feels a little emptier now. That's a whole part of his soul. One speck of his dust leaving his soul is a rare occurrence, a rare one indeed. Pap wouldn't use this to disappear somewhere though, right?

...

Where the fuck is he? It's getting awfully more uncomfortable for him when it's time to sleep, he can't focus on anything other than him. His one true companion, the one last remains of his own universe. For fucks sake he's been even confronted by Nightmare about what has been bothering him. Saint knows. Of course he does. Saint can tell that the absence of-...someone is affecting him. It's not like Paps doesn't appear every now and again, when his magic is strong. It's a small perk for his brother, especially since Dust is usually the only one who can see him. Killer asked him about his brother too, but he couldn't stop himself from walking off when he did.

Where is he? Why has he been gone for so long? Why? Why why why why why wh-

.....

He wants him to come back.

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Lately, you've been having strange dreams. Or... hallucinations?? It always happens at night, and you swear that it's not a normal thing for you to see a floating skull talking to you. Papyrus was his name. Ah- yes. That's a name that you haven't heard before, but it's pleasant. He's pleasant. Right now, he is talking to you about what used to be his favorite hobbies.

"Truly, I actually never could master how to cook spaghetti! It's not like it's my favorite food- that's dinosaur oatmeal- but everyone else likes it!! I always ruined it, but somehow my brother would eat it-"

"Brother?" You chipped in, interrupting his ramblings. He didn't seem to mind, his empty eye sockets seemed to somehow gleam when you asked. You were sitting up in bed, and he floated across from you with his gloved hands moving theatrically as he waved away a mandibles opening as he grinned. He always had such a charming smile.

"Yes, of course!! He's my older brother. He's still alive, actually! He goes by a different name nowadays, and he's...changed over time. But-!" Papyrus' skull leaned forward, his hands leaving a strange cold sensation that felt like icy air embracing your hands. You don't know why your chest made a strange feeling bubble up. "He's still a very kind skeleton. I wish you could meet him," He finished, his voice slightly softening from his usual boisterous tone. You smiled at this, tilting your head to the side as you humoured this idea. You wanted to know more about this skeleton and his apparent brother, but it's not like you didn't believe him. It's just that a part of you still clung onto the idea that you just happen to be having multiple strange dreams of the same skeleton with different conversations.

"Yeah? Well...what is he like? How much has he apparently changed?" You inquired, which seemed to cause Papyrus to hesitate. "Ah-...well. He used to be laid-back, happy. I remember how he happened to be quite popular and loved by others, with his charm and all. I found it irritating when he would prank me, spew nothing but lame puns, but nowadays I-....I miss those times. He's more...-"

One gloved hand waved slightly, as if he was trying to conjure up a description.

"Reserved now. He struggles with taking care of himself and connecting with others. He did something really...bad, a long time ago. He hasn't been the same sense, and sometimes it worries me. I think that someone like you could get through to him though!" "Why's that?"

Papyrus didn't answer quickly, and you didn't miss the slight spark of delight in his eyes. "I can just tell." He quipped, the hand that hasn't held yours now placed atop your head. If you were honest, it felt more physically present than before, as if his body started to solidify some more as his appearance becomes less hazy. "You're a good person, I think he needs someone to show him some of the good in things."

You felt your tongue click behind your teeth, a huff of laughter escaping your parted lips. Your ears tingled slightly, his words leaving your chest quivering for a moment as your grip became looser. "Well, thank you Papyrus," You let go of his ghostly hand after not saying anything for a minute, before you leaned back against the safety of your pillows. You rolled over on your side but still facing him as he adjusted himself to the side of the bed. "I haven't...I haven't heard someone tell me that in a long time." You finally settled on saying. Your eyes were hazy, and it seemed to click for Papyrus that you didn't want to explore that part of the conversation any longer.

He also noted the way your soul hummed through your ribcage, a special sight only he could see without complications. Who would've thought that you were his brother's soulmate? It was such a pleasant find, an accidental incident that not even Dust noticed. Thankfully, he caught it, saw the glowing of your soul from so far away. You were truly someone he found delightful to be around, and he knows that Dust would think the same thing, even if he would be stubborn about it at first.

He patted your head as your eyes started to close, his voice now a whisper. "Well, I'm glad that I was able to share my thoughts with you. Get some rest now, okay? I'll be back tomorrow, if that's alright with you?" "Mnh...yeah, that sounds...that sounds nice. Thank you again, Papyrus....Goodnight..."

"Goodnight,"

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"Where have you been?!?" Dust couldn't help but shout, his hands gripping onto Papyrus' scarf and aggressively twisting it around. He had been collecting LV to try and get Papyrus back, only for him to now show up after a few weeks. "Do you know how confused I was? Worried?"

Papyrus didn't answer immediately, instead tapping his fingers against where his arms would be if he had any. Right now, he was still mostly transparent. He wasn't the only one though, with how Dust was trembling as his voice cracked slightly. He always fidgeted with his scarf when nervous. "I was spending time with a friend!!" He claimed with conviction. "A friend?" "Yes! And I think you'd love to meet them!"

Dust couldn't believe what he was hearing. A friend? From so far away? He was traveling multiple timelines, AU's, all to find Paps. And yet apparently that's where he has been this whole time? With a friend? He tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows squished together. He quickly tried to look indifferent, or at least more mad than he actually was. Papyrus wasn't falling for it though, he never did. "How did you even meet someone?" "Simple: I met them when I decided to travel back to where our timeline would be!" Papyrus was quick to dismiss, but Dust only frowned further.

"Why would I even want to? For one, we're always traveling, Pap. We're told not to get attached to anyone, you know this." Dust tried to rationalize, pacing now in his room as his hands kept fidgeting with the scarf. He's now resorted to pacing because he has too much on his mind, but he feels a cold touch to his head and it pulls him back momentarily. Papyrus has now drained some energy from Dust, his physical form more solid, visible to him.

"Brother. Please, I am aware. But trust me, this is for your own good. I really think that you simply must meet them, at least once." Dust felt Papyrus placing his other hand on his shoulder, his upper body slightly bent down to be more at eye level. Papyrus knows what will happen if Dust does meet you, but he wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. With the years passing of living with Sans, with who he is now, he's learned how to speak to him. He's no longer the easily swayed skeleton who would do anything on a whim. But, Papyrus isn't the same either.

"...Please?"

"....Pap,"

"Sans."

"....Do they really mean this much to you?"

"Yes, they do. I really think you'll like them."

"...Fine, fine."

Dust felt the cold touch of Papyrus when he wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tight with a giddy laugh. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! YOU WON'T REGRET IT!"

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Regret is not the right word he would use. No, regret would imply that he wishes that he never met you or something along those lines. No, he just wishes that he didn't meet you at this point in time when he's who he is now. When he entered an old timeline of his, he found that his soul felt instantly off. Not a bad feeling per say, but more...calm? He's never been too calm ever since the human fell all those years ago. But as his brother spoke, a white noise at the moment, he felt that he couldn't focus. His attention was pulled somewhere else, but Papyrus was able to help him with this.

You were prettier than he expected, but of course he couldn't say anything when you were at the moment losing your shit. Papyrus told him to teleport, a big mistake honestly since he's never been here, but Papyrus has. Papyrus, however, is not of this physical world. So when he teleported, guess what?? He fell straight from the ceiling, mid air. Thanks Papyrus, you're so much help. You had so gracefully been awake already, but you were in a separate room. You had run straight from the bathroom, your hair disheveled and your toothbrush hanging sideways from your opened jaw.

Sadly he couldn't admire you for too long before he had a toothbrush flung straight at his face and directly messing with his vision. Papyrus had to immediately drain him of his magic in order to become more translucent of reflected light and full bodied. Heourgh, he felt less energetic immediately, but at least the floor was quite comfortable. He didn't bother straightening up, not if it meant you'd throw something else at him. It's not a great first greeting with his soulmate, he'd apologize if he wasn't so tired. Papyrus was right, he would like you.

His soul was pumping, singing practically as he was able to feel the wavelengths of your soul. You didn't seem to fully notice, but he did. He noticed since his soul felt calmer, happier, and much more....in love? What a strange feeling, his soul is so used to the LV he has, the motivation, the constant distress and guilt. He's never felt so light, but maybe that's because he's lightheaded from teleporting and falling. You seemed to be calming down since Papyrus was there and easing your panic. Thank the stars he's here. He wishes he met you sooner, or maybe in a different timeline where he was...normal. Would the others accept this? Would they be considered your soulmates too? He's never been great at sharing. He doesn't want to drag you in the multiverse mess that is his life, but leaving you alone after this isn't an option.

Stars above you were so pretty. Your voice sounds like the pluck of strings tied to a harp, or a guitar. Filled with emotion, a world of thoughts and history behind them. He hopes you'll like him too. He doesn't want to be scary to you, but he knows that he is. He could be less mean? Maybe you like things that he likes, he can like things you like. He can try to be better if it means you won't find him scary, if you can trust him. Right now you were coming over to him, apologizing but clearly weary. Hey, at least you weren't dumb enough to get too close, he is a stranger after all.

He is so happy that his brother convinced him to meet you. Yeah, regret isn't the word he'd use. It's just going to be complicated. That's okay, he can wait, patience is a skill on his part. Even if things don't work because you don't end up liking him, he at least met you. This quiet in your presence has been so pleasant, still as a pond and soothing. He's thankful for at least this moment of tranquility deep within his soul. His brother already told him your name, but he doesn't want to be weird.

"...The name is Dust, I didn't mean to fall in your bedroom. Not a great introduction, huh?"

Oh would you look at that, he was talking! He doesn't do that often. He is suddenly insecure about the rasp in his voice. You don't seem to mind though, and in fact you smile. Oh wow. Your smile. You seem less scared, that's great. He'd do anything to keep that smile on your lips, anything at all... Too bad he passes out before you can respond. Great job, Dust.

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Closing Notes: This took forever to type but I think I'm happy with it! I was busy, and a little unsure of how I wanted to type this. I hope you like this, vamp, you're so cool and this was fun. Don't be shy to ask for more stuff! I just wanted to write you a little more plot since you asked such a specific request for a skeleton hehe. Thank you :-)

Rus Serrif

You can smoke all you like, drink away your woes, but you can't escape your mind. SF!Red Papyrus, my silly skeleton with dog motifs. Headcanons below!

- Official height is 6'7

- He/They

- Heavy alcoholic

- Plays electric guitar

- Consumes BBQ Sauce

- Unhealthy amounts of dedication for those he loves

- Good friends with Coffee, Stretch, and Cash

- Very touchy and clingy if he likes the person's company, but he's distant otherwise

- Engineer

- Writes as a hobby, but drawing is his secret hobby

- Admires Red

- Curious of people, but he is weary of them. He'll give them a chance though if they show that they're willing to put in effort

- He would often try to be close to Carmine underground. He was desperate and was willing to cause a scene at times

- He adores praise and shows it

- He doesn't like to fight and will divert from fighting unless cornered. The only time he'll confront someone is if someone he cares about is being bothered

- Stingy if people owe him, keeps track of debts and is good at returning them

- He prefers dogs

- Has severe anxiety and attachment issues

- charming, quiet, observant, loyal, carefree, intuitive, lazy, impulsive, cynical, protective, lethargic, nosy, pessimistic, clingy, and untrusting

- He curses frequently

- Has around four rings, usually always wears them

- Doesn't feel the need to tell others he's intelligent, so some monsters and humans assume that he's lazy and stupid

- Not afraid to speak up despite his reserved and quiet nature. He hates seeing someone getting pestered

- He is very flirty when drunk, but still very much respectful

- The most loyal Papyrus

- Slower to trust others, he actively remains neutral with others unless they sway his opinion of them on their own

- Fan of PDA but he's willing to compromise if needed

- Sees Powder, Wine, and Razz as an older brother overtime

- Magic smells like Maple, magic tastes like spiced apple and cider

- Has a bit of a drawl in his tone, his nickname sounding like "darlin'"

- Loves pies and curry, and appreciates his brother for making them

- He knows sign language even if he doesn't remember why, he used it to befriend Coffee

- Can be extremely jealous and protective

- He has a huge sweet tooth

- Has heightened senses

- Will call Carmine "milord" if he thinks his brother is being overbearing and on his high horse. It used to be a nickname he'd call him since he knows it annoyed him, but now it's in a teasing manner and a reminder to Carmine to tone it down

- Smokes with a Zippo lighter

- Has yellowed bone

- Has two golden hip chains that act as leashes for his gaster blasters when they are activated. I thought it would be cool since UF Sans (Red) has his rings count as leashes for his Gaster Blasters and also has gold chains. Design choice babyyyy

- Used to drink and cause chaos for Carmine when their relationship started to deteriorate, but at the same time he was extra clingy and emotional. He would even reach a point he forgot their tension and just was desperate to be close with his brother

- A romantic who can be super sappy with others

- He can be a rude ass motherfucker when drunk if he is pissed with someone, as he is more blunt and would smoke in their face without a care

- Likes fist bumps when greeting friends, and uses a small wave as a greeting instead of a handshake. He only uses handshakes if he wants to test someone

- Calls Chara "Runt"

- Sniffles and whimpers when crying, tries to be quiet but ends up being loud

- He informs Carmine where he goes, and he appreciates when Carmine checks up on after they move to another timeline with the other skeletons

- Let's Coffee cling onto him when in crowded areas, but he'll cling onto others when Coffee isn't present

- would call his lover darling

- Loves to listen, and so he doesn't ramble a lot

- When he is really interested in something, such as a video game, he has to be asked first for him to actually see that someone is willing to listen to him ramble. He gets a little embarrassed and a little shy though

- He doesn't take disrespect for his brother or loved ones, even if he does nothing for someone talking direct shit to his face about him. He's passive aggressive, and finds ways to make them shut up

- He is wonderful at collecting black mail and gathering information about someone. However, he's reclusive and this means that no one is good at figuring out information about him. The closest anyone has ever gotten to knowing about him and the truth about his history was his universe's Undyne, but he destroyed that information before she could find out. Only the Queen truly knows, and this is used against him, which makes him "loyal" to her as a result

Closing Notes: he's so dog motif coded like oh my god this dude has racked my brain and I swear that this skeleton has left me thinking about him for hours before because wow he's so silly but oh my god I need to hold him and let him cry because he needs it. I'm so normal about him.

AH NAH SAME HERE!! They're attracted to Jeff the Killer and were into Springtrap while my other friend is obsessed with Gojo like LEAVE ME ALLLOOOOONE😭😭

I'm being made fun of for thinking Sans and Papyrus are attrative by my friend who's taste in characters are conventionally attractive anime people 😭😭😭

"Haha you're attracted to bones" THEY HAVE A PERSONALITY!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! 😭😭😭

Sleepover with Stretch

Part one for Stretch x Reader! Since the place I had it deleted it or something, I have to rewrite it. But!! Fret not, I have written this as a way to keep things organized and to allow me to place the writing in parts. Please enjoy!

It had taken ages for him to get ready to come over, especially since he had to sneak out of the house. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Rus, Cash, or Coffee to join, but he knew that recently you’ve been feeling overwhelmed. You usually visit the house to see him and the others, but the other day he remembered you offering a sleepover at your house. Of course, he was about to call the others to see if they wanted to join, but he was abruptly cut off when you threw a pillow at his face. You just wanted…him. Just him. And you. Together. Alone. Hah. Hahaha. Stretch had to bury his face in the giant bumblebee plushie he got from you when you left because he couldn’t snuff out the blush on his skull when it registered that you were specifically just wanting him to come over.

The poor skeleton had to mull over and analyze why you only wanted him, but he couldn’t come up with any rational idea, especially since he had a big fat crush on you and felt too embarrassed at any idea he had. Still, he packed his bags and was able to sneak out yesterday to the convenience store for quick and easy snacks the two of you could share. He debated getting his favorite pocky, but he thought better of it the moment he thought about it for longer than two seconds. Now here he was in his bedroom, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he checked the time on his phone. Everything has gone smoothly, and he was going over each item in his mind just to make double sure of what he needed. He packed the snacks, he packed his pajamas, his toothbrush, his Nintendo for Mario Kart, and he even packed his favorite stuffed animal, the bumblebee you bought him. So far, he hasn’t forgotten anything!

Well, he couldn’t plan the intruder teleporting past his door and straight into his room. “Hey, Stretch, Powder was wonderin’ if-” Ah, yeah, that’s going to interrupt his plans. He didn’t even have time to throw his bag into his closet at a cartoonish pace, nor did he have time to teleport the moment he registered the tall and imposing figure that was Rus. His eyes darted up to meet his stare, the other skeleton’s eyes widened and his jaw parted mid-sentence.

“...”

“.....”

“.......”

“.......................uhm-”

“Are ya goin 'somewhere?”

The question was simple, but it caused Stretch to start sweating. Play stupid, idiot!! “....no…?” “...no?” Not that stupid!!! He wanted to slap himself, but it was too late. Rus carefully analyzed him from the top of his skull to the bag that was slung over his back. He could see Rus putting two and two together as he looked down at his phone where he could easily see the text messages between you and Stretch. He carefully pulled his own phone out, and Stretch just stood still as Rus took a picture. Only when Stretch heard the click did he react. Almost desperately, he reached forward and grabbed Rus by his shoulders as his phalanges dug into the thick material of his black coat. “Rus, Rus please-” “Where ya goin?”

“Rus, look- please don’t do this-” “Are ya runnin’ away?” He saw how Rus seemed to be judging his way of packing as he asked that. “What? No, I-” “A sleepover?” Rus took his phone away from Stretch’s reach as he pathetically tried to grab it from him. Only at hitting the right target did Stretch slump forward in defeat. “...Maybe,” He finally admitted, his voice turning softer as his nerves increased. Rus didn’t say anything for a moment, at least not until he said your name. “Huh?” “Is that who’re gonna go see?” He at least had the decency to ask, even if it was obvious. Stretch, like the other Papyri variants similar to him, struggled making friends. Especially ones that would have a sleepover with him. He nodded at the question, and Rus seemed to be debating on what to say next. Rus placed his phone in his pocket before sliding his hands in his jacket and looking around his room. Rus took a few steps towards his desk placed beside his bed, only to carefully grab Stretch’s camera and handing it to him.

“Okay.” “Okay? Stretch took his camera with both of his hands absentmindedly, tilting his head to the side when Rus decided to look at him again. “Yeah. Make sure to take some pictures. Ya can hang em up on yer board over there,” He raised his hand to the bulletin board Stretch put up a few months ago over his drawing desk. Stretch glanced back at him, nodding his head slowly but with uncertainty. “You're right, that sounds like a good idea!” He grinned, but he still didn’t understand why Rus was being so relaxed about this. “But…you’re not going to tell the others, are you?”

He saw the way Rus shrugged his shoulders carelessly, making a noncommittal grunt. “Nah, you’re allowed to spend time with ‘em alone, that ain’t my business.” Stretch narrowed his eyes at him, which only made Rus look away casually. Aha! He pointed at him accusingly, knowing full well that he was their tell tale sign that he wasn’t telling him the full truth. “Then why did you take a picture?” He shouted, but not too loudly. Rus grinned mischievously, his eye sockets crinkling slightly. “That was just black mail, is all…” "Blackmail?! Rus, Rus I thought you were my friend!" "I am," Rus was chuckling now, placing a hand over his mouth. Stretch was about to rant about his utter betrayal, but that glint in Rus' eyes told him what Rus wasn't sharing. "...What do you want?” Rus placed his hands up in mock defeat, smiling even bigger now as he tilted his at him and turned away towards the door. “I’ll find something ta get ya to pay me back with, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me,” “Rus! Rus I swear to-” But it was too late. Rus teleported out of the room as quickly as he had arrived, his small nyeh-heh-heh a mocking reminder that Rus knew his secret sleepover.

Stretch grumbled under his breath, placing his hands over his face as he tried to collect his composure. Hey, at least he knows Rus won’t tell the others, right? Ugh…He doesn’t know how Rus is going to get him to do him a favor in return, but at least it wasn’t Cash that ran into him. Cash was horrible about his blackmail, that awful prune. He was friends with the both of them though, so he knew that they would both be a little bit more merciful towards him. Right? Right?? Wait, wait wait wait. Stretch straightened up, jerking his head towards the door as he set his bag down for a few moments. Rus came in here because his brother wanted to know something. “Rus-! What did Powder want to kn- Oh you know what, forget it! Powder-!!”

It looks like he's going to be a little late to the sleepover...

Yoooo mango loco is one of the best!!! Glad to see it get more love! Any foods or drinks you absolutely despise?

Oh god don't even get me started. I hate HATE HATE PICKLES. The scent, the sight, the taste, the absolute DISGUSTING TEXTURE. Seeing pickles on a burger I ordered without the slimy, disgusting item makes me want to cry I can TASTE the pickle even when removing it. No pickle is a good pickle, I'd beat one up if it was a person. Such vile, disgusting burdens upon this world

I'VE BEEN TWEAKING BECAUSE I HIT A WAVE OF LETHARGY AND WHEN I SAW MY DRAFT I NEARLY SHIT OUT BRICKS IN HORROR. I AM EXCITED TO SEE HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THE WRITING

-totally non evil chuckle-

I’ve been thinking a lot about pirates lately. Maybe…. pirate underfell sans?

An evil, menacing captain of the seas comes to your kingdom, with intentions of showing your king whose really in charge. You work as a doctor in the castle, and are bandaging up a butler when all of a sudden horns blow, signaling a pirate attack. As you help everyone out, you end up locking eyes with their fearsome captain. And well, when pirates see pretty things, they just cant help themselves from taking them for their own. 😋😋

argh fr😍🤞🏽

Hey, it's meeeee. I'm gonna jump into it:

Please enjoy‼️‼️

Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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"Shi-!" "Language." Your hands didn't stop from plucking the shard of glass and dabbling the alcohol into the butler's wound as you cut him off. This butler, which you couldn't remember the name of, had messed up his hand by dropping a glass vase and then attempting to clean up with just his hands. Or,,,,paws? Yeah, that's a better word. He wasn't very tall, in fact he was only a bit taller than you were. He was a Cat Monster, one with desaturated brown fur and drooping eyes. He was rough around the edges, especially his...vocabulary.

Nonetheless, he was always attempting to be polite with you. He would be caught sometimes by guards for drinking booze in the royal kitchen past hours, in which he'd complain and weakly attempt to excuse himself before getting water thrown on him. He was pathetic really, but you didn't mind. You suspected that he hasn't properly learned about the ways of the Palace since he's new, so you were more tolerant. So you preferred him like this, where he held still and was kind enough to listen to you. "....sorry,"

Speaking of which, your eyes darted to look at his face, which was bandaged at the moment. His ears were flattened, and so your naturally stern expression softened. "It's fine, I know that it hurts. Just hold still, okay?" He nodded, his uneven smile growing as his whiskers twitched. "Thank you doc," You huffed lightly in acknowledgement before turning your head to focus on grabbing the linen.

Being a doctor was rough, especially the royal doctor. You had a few others working with you, like assistants, but you were naturally more comfortable working on your own. You weren't like the nurses who had to help the soldiers, especially since you only focused on the servants or the royal family. Which, now that your mind drifted, you cringed at the thought.

The Dreemers.

Or, more specifically, King Asgore.

He's...in simple terms, strict. Or more precisely, he's a cruel King who isn't afraid to use violence and fear to get his point across. Some rugged barbarian dress in reds and gold, for certain. When the sun catches on the tar black glimmering from his horns, he's towering and imposing. His nose slightly crooked just like his sneer, he didn't bellow but rather spoke with a rasp. Foolish Human, foolish to work for the King whose horns are sharp enough to gore.

He has higher standards than any bull, which wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that he was willing to slaughter anything or anyone that got in his way. Your mistake, you learned, was to even work for him. You're lucky to even be alive under his critical eye, but you suspect it's because you can identify the ache within the Goat Monster's soul. Patches of purple and swelling are much easier to spot than guilt and other turmoil, but your eyes could see beneath the curves of bone and fur. In your experience, silence and blissful ignorance were a powerful duo, and King Asgore knew that you understood this.

He at least respected your work, even if that meant he didn't really see you as well....you. His nostrils would flare at the sight of you, practiced courtesy forcing him to not spit an insult your way. You were indebted to the King, and he was indebted to you. You just finished wrapping the hand in linen when you looked up to not see a bull but rather a wet puddle of a Monster. He twisted his hand from front to back, analyzing your handy work.

"Thank you, doc," The young cat straightened up as his tail flicked, a very soft purr escaping him. You placed your hands on your hips as you scanned over the fur for any other indication of injury, humming when you saw none. "You should be more careful, butler." "Burgerpants." "Hm?" His eyes, which seemed to carry two bags of purple bruising, stared directly at your own. His toothy grin turned to a more sincere one as he offered his paw to you. "That's my name. I don't expect you to remember that, but you can call me B.P. instead."

You reluctantly shook his hand, your lips quirking up. "Well, B.P., you have quite the name. I'll try to remember," You declared with a confidence he understood and had hoped for, purring involuntarily at this, pleased with your answer. "Thank you, it's a nickname, but I think it's grown on me overtime."

You were about to speak when you were interrupted by a loud sound. A blaring, blurring sound that pierced your ears. Now what was once so quiet has changed, horns echoing around the walls of the emergency room and throughout the hallways of the palace. There's a clamoring in the palace below your window, shouts of fear that stirred both confusion and trepidation within your belly.

Before you could speak, B.P had stood up sharply, coaxing himself to take a peek. His ears were flat as his tail lashed aggressively, his fur prickling as he let out a low growl. "What in the-..." "Pirates." The Monster answered your question as his expression morphed. He seemed to be thinking about something as his brow furrowed, his lips curling back as he gritted his teeth and glared at the running figures holding sword and gun.

"I swear...they-...." He was muttering to himself as he must've had thoughts cracking into his dome just as you. You frowned, the distant sounds of running being heard. Pirates, huh? You felt a huff escape you as you rolled your sleeves up, buttoning them together as you heard the slurred sounds blending together.

You've encountered a few stories of them from around the palace. Apparently, before your presence became part of King Asgore's reign, you had heard of the Monsters of Porcelain. Two of them were leaders of a giant ship, one so large and the other so terrible. They had caused a mess, leaving a pain that was stinging and vile, leaving King Asgore to immediately demand higher security at the Palace. He had to provide hope, display strength to make it easier to strike when the day comes of their return.

It was apparent that the day had finally arrived. Everything that was painted honey and gold over the chalked stone of the palace was now fluttering with spurts of red and dust. He wasted no time, turning heel and running as he slid among the tile and turned sharply down the hallway. You couldn't chase after the fool as he had done it before you could think, only sighing now as your frown deepened.

Today was going to be rough. You grabbed your medical bag, hand gripping around the handle as you took a deep breath and huffed. Great. Just great. Any plans you had today were now slammed to a halt, leaving you here to deal with the mess of foolish Men and Monsters. You don't get paid enough for this.

"....fucking great."

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"DAMN IT!" The tall skeleton shouted, ramming his body against two guards with full force as they slammed against the wall. Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it! A large monster grabbed at the guards, wrestling them to the ground before smashing their skulls a rattling mess together. She turned to the tall skeleton, his brow scrunched up as she panted. "Captain?" "GO. WE'RE NOT SURRENDERING JUST YET."

The monster looked reluctant before speaking, gesturing to the wound that was on the skeleton's ribcage. "But Captain..." "DON'T." He sharply ordered, cutting her off. She bit back a response, only nodding her head before turning down the hall with a pause to her step. Pitch watched, his ribcage shuddering as he felt his phalanges grab at the edge of a small table.

He winced as he leaned against it, his jaws curled down into a frown. Where was his damn brother? Eugh, he just HAD to run off towards the center of the palace. So idiotic. He swore to the Stars above that he was going to smash that blasted numbskull's head so hard against the ships outer rim that he would be seeing double for a whole fortnight!

The sudden sounds of running footsteps snatched his attention his head snapping to the side before he straightened up. His shoulders rolled back, tension bleeding through him. It coursed through him like a steady river under clothes and curves around bone. He felt his bones rattle slightly as his glare turned to steel, his expression intense as he was ready to fight once more despite his injury. He wasn't a coward, and enemies be damned if he wouldn't fight until dusting.

Though, what he didn't expect was to see a Human in white. He could see the way your chest heaved as you caught yourself by pressing your weight against the door frame by your hand catching yourself. You looked around the room and saw the two fallen guards, a mess that resulted in torn curtains, broken decor, and a skeleton. You locked eyes with him, and he faltered if not only a little.

A doctor, huh? He stared, still as stone as he watched you look at him critically. His hand tightened on the handle of his sword, but he did not dare raise it at you. He wasn't sure what you intended to do, but he wasn't foolish enough to notice how your sights pinned down on his chest. You expression scrunched up and looked back at the guards before looking at him once more. "Are they alive?" You asked, gesturing towards the guards in metal.

He felt his eyelight shrink, staring intently as he gruffed what sounded to be a yes. You seemed to be debating something, your eyes dragging themselves away from the guards. "....You're injured." You said a little dumbly. Yes, clearly. He huffed in response with indignation, not answering. Your eyes narrowed as you seemed to bite your tongue, debating if you should snap back a smart retort

It didn't take you more than a second of logic however to retract that idea from your mind before you spoke once more with a more cool tone. "If you let me, I can patch that up for you." There are hisses of confusion and anger all feathered and sprinkled in the air from the distance, but they sounded faint compared to the screams and the ringing.

.....What?

His steely gaze flickered to one of disbelief, before it turned to suspicion. "ELABORATE." He gruffed, authority clear in his tone. You raised a brow, how audacious. He liked that. "I'm a doctor, not a soldier. It's my job to help, sir." You firmly stated, as if it was quite obvious. He liked that too, especially as you looked at him without flinching. He said nothing, momentarily debating if he should let you. Clearly he was a pirate, you shouldn't trust him. He couldn't trust you either, not blindly anyways.

And yet, the intent in your voice was crystalline clear. Still suspicious, he stared at you with a glare that lacked much emotion. He promptly nodded his head only once, one of his leather gloves tilting his black cavalier hat in respect. "I'LL ALLOW IT." You nodded your head in return, walking towards him cautiously. Smart. Your eyes narrowed upon seeing his sheathed sword, but you didn't comment on it as you pointed at the ground.

He let out a HMPH, but didn't argue as he let his body sit on the tile floor. He winced as he clutched his wound, his legs buckling slightly as he did so. He had been slashed by a guard in the middle of a fight, staining his once white button up a blooming red as dust was chipped near the edges. You worked without saying much, setting your kit down as you went to grab a disinfectant and linen. He watched you like a leopard seal whose eyes caught prey, unmoving and almost unnaturally focused.

You were careful to help remove his black, lavish coat, unclipping the thin necklace of gold that kept it on his shoulders before letting it fall down his back. You unbuttoned his white and silken dress shirt just enough to inspect his wound, a cloth pressing straight into it. He hissed back a silent curse, trying ever so hard to hold still without showing how badly it stung. He's been through worse, has felt worse, but stars above if it didn't burn.

He took the time to keep your features imprinted into his memory, letting his head rest against the wall as he closed his eyes momentarily. This wasn't the events he had in mind, but it felt nice to have someone tend to his wounds while they were till fresh. Oftentimes he had to threaten a doctor among the townsfolk with his crew after raids such as these.

And as a bonus, he kept in mind that your bravery and honor to your job just made you twice as attractive as he found you beforehand. At the realization of his attraction, though, he instinctively clenched his fist and felt like slapping himself. What in the blasted devil??? Attraction? He must've suffered from a head injury. He didn't slap his skull backwards, however, and instead flickered his only useful eyelight away from you.

Your hands were a stark contrast to what he was used to, especially when you wrapped the linen around his chest and sliced through the material with skilled precision from your scissors. He hisses when you fasten it tight, shooting you a harsher glare that both made a stampede rush to your heart and made you murmur gently. "I know, I know..." You went to straighten yourself out as you assess him. "Better?"

It hardly registers that he had moved until a massive hand curls tightly around your wrist. The touch is not at all gentle, it's probing, the tip of each digit leaving small curved indentations in your flesh, intent on keeping you thoroughly in place. "WHY AREN'T YOU AFRAID?" His voice comes out as an odd grumbling, strained from excessive usage.

It isn't deep, either, which comes to be one of the more jarring things in this situation. At least that's what he father's based on the way your hand twitched when he spoke a bit more quietly. "Should I be? You bleed crimson just the same, do you not?" You ask, your tone probably the most gentle he's heard so far. Hmph, you should be more cautious when dealing with ordinary men or monsters like him, not yet known, but it was too late.

He dared not respond, but the way his magic left his cheekbones flush indicated that he liked what you said. He released his iron grip on you and grunted. "Stupid Human," His voice canters off to silence when you stare at him, making him feel uncomfortably vulnerable under your gaze. Before he could find something to say, you stood up abruptly.

"Now, I'm off to go help the other injured souls you ended up making a mess of, okay, skeleton?" There was a sting to your words, an irritation that he could understand despite never being a doctor. When you had skill, it was irritating sometimes since that left you with much more garbage to take care of.

Did you not even know who he was? Of course you knew he was a skeleton, but he almost felt offended that you were so bold and assertive in the face of a monster who could gut you. He didn't, however, because it was clear that you've earned it after patching him up.

He turns to you with a forced stoicism, and he speaks with a sort of keening voice, one reserved for wolves or other sorts of predators. "It's Pitch." You repeat it, once, twice. You repeat your own when he doesn't ask, repeat it just the same to him to remember. He wanted to pry further, have every secret expelled upon your tongue like the juiciest of pomegranate. Instead, he stirs, rumbles someplace in the expanse of chest, and lets you go.

What a strange doctor you are. What a strange Human you are. He likes that.

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"Your brother is going to have your head, Red!" "Hah! As if!" The swing of his hand, a flick of the thumb, and the trigger is finally done being teased as he aims and shoots. Beside him, the familiar face of B.P. scowls. "You shouldn't have come, not today."

Red scowls at this, rolling his eyes the same time he rolls his shoulders. He lets the words hang heavy in the air for a stretch of time, before scoffing. "Now why's that, B.P.? You tellin your Captain what to do now?" He asks dangerously, but he's surprised to see the scaredy cat glare challengingly with a lash of his tail and the low growl that escaped his chest. Now what is this?

"If that's how you see it, then yes," He spat, flinging a chair into a servant's stomach. It felt good, especially since that bastard had made him work double a few times since he'd slink away. Good riddance. Plus, it wasn't life threatening, just hard enough to disarm and ahed enough to get his anger out. "I didn't want the doctor to be here for this,"

Red's eyes gleamed like ruby as he grinned, a bonebrow raised as the two rushed down the hallways of white stone and intricate architecture. His gaze drags up from his throat to his eyes, his soul humming with an electric excitement. "Doctor?" "Yes, that's right. They're a-" B.P.'s voice catches within his throat, like a hook had caught and dug into sensitive flesh as he chokes.

"A Human who I consider a friend."

Red can't seem to find a sharp jab, and instead he pauses his ruthless running as he leans against a marble wall with a heaving ribcage. His golden tooth gleams against the honeyed glow of the setting sun, dull due to the towering pillars and building of the castle. He missed the smell of the sea, of being able to see the sun in all her glory.

Instead, he cocks his head to the side as B.P. joins him, placing his paws on his knees as he's bent forward and lurched down to catch his breath. "Are they cute?" He asks, teasingly and without bite, only to earn a slight hiss from his companion. "Don't even think about it. They're not built for the seas." Red has found that B.P. has grown a spine, or at least one that solidified enough when it came to you.

You really must've meant something to him, and so Red respected that. Anyone can be considered valuable, after all. He rubbed his lower jaw with his phalanges, mockingly debating something. “We do need a doctor, B.P. If they're a friend…well…. 'm sure they wouldn't mind helpin a couple of misfits, yeah?” He chuckled, seeing B.P. biting back his tongue. Heh. Adjusting his cloak, the fur around the rim grazing against his neck, he cracked his knuckles.

“Ah, ‘m just messin with ya. Come on, we got a King to slaughter!” He roughly patted the scrawny idiot on the back, knocking the wind out of him temporarily. He didn't wait to try and see if he listened, knowing that he would anyways, and he instantly ran down the hallway with heavy steps, his boots clinking along the way.

The idea sounded appealing, but he didn't think you were worth the time of day if he couldn't even know who you were. And besides, even if you were a pretty thing, he wouldn't take you without reason.

.

.

From the bottom of his crooked soul, he didn't think he was actually going to meet you. Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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To lock eyes with a predator indicated the urgency to escape, or at least you thought so. So may Asgore be damned and sent straight to wherever he belonged. Right now, the predator you locked eyes with seemed actually more concerned with your life than his own.

When the smoke thins out from the burning hot muzzle, the red mist that seemed to develop skulls and screaming faces, only now could you see the obscure figure in better detail. You see a glimmer of gold and aren't so shocked to see the absence of a normal face. A skull head is what meets your eyes with teeth set in a strained, Cheshire grin. You see rings adorning his bony fingers gleaming under the light, and how gold practically danced around his chest and body.

His stature was shorter than the previous skeleton, and only now did it click that the two could be related. Both had one working eyelight, both had an anger within their souls, and they both clearly held the same cocky air to them that was unmistakable. Something sticky is running down your face, nails digging into your head as the tall, imposing King is holding your body in place. It should be expected. You are not as hard as bone or as tough as the skin of a fruit when you're finally clawed into.

You are stripped of all your defenses right now, laid bare as if the clothes on your back did not matter. Your fate now rested in the palm of a Pirate with a deadly glint to his eye and a King whose heart, if he even had one, was as black as charcoal. You're starting to feel beads of sweat prick at your skin, down your nape as the two coerced but spoke in what felt like a tongue you couldn't decipher. This does not prompt a response from you, knowing better than to thrash about despite the urge to twist and kick and scream and tear.

An anger within the skeleton resembled your own, united in unsaid words and not quelled as the King of Monsters offered a horrid, demanding choice. The ugly, ivory prongs atop his head was like a crown of authority, but you felt that the cavalier hat atop the porcelain skull held the same degree of power. Something smelt to be burning mixed in with gunpowder, something wooden and electric.

Your eyes crawled to glare at the King, seeing his misplaced wrath as his other hand gripped the golden and handcrafted spear that stood tall like a pillar. He had grabbed you to avoid getting shot, but he was clearly interested in making sure that it was only him he was concerned about . He seemed to hold the same morals as street rats, willing to throw anything away in the name of survival. A coward disguised as a beast, a Monster of deceiving embers.

King Asgore seemed exasperated by this entire ordeal rather than eager, even if he could leave you gored out instead of fulfilling his oath to you. Your side of the oath, however, was that you'd dedicate your life to him. You didn't particularly have to be alive to have him do his duties, and it was clear that he was debating whether or not to toss you away.

You released the breath that was caged inside your lungs unbeknownst to yourself, but a heavy hand clasped over your mouth to shut you up. "Quiet, Human." He spat. Oh you did not like that. You didn't even seem to think about the repercussions, head cloudy with disgust at his audacity.

So, you sank your dulled teeth straight into the side of his fat fingers, digging into flesh as you bit down hard. There's a blinding white as though the sun has seared its way into your skull as you hear a loud, rumbling shout, rays of warmth sprouting from your skull as a blow strikes down and you're flung forward towards the marble floors at the feet of the undead. It's a shock that you didn't just crack your head, if not for the way your head was angled and instead collided within the arms of a Monster who seemed less cruel.

He stumbled back, clearly having intentions to catch you when he lurched forward. The sudden shift in gravity made his knees buckle, but he head steady. Ah, is this what the smell was beyond gunpowder? Your eyes locked with his, only for your vision to grow blurry from exhaustion and blood loss that was blooming from your head. Foolish Human. You felt heavier suddenly, before you completely blacked out.

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"this the Human you spoke of?"

"Yes, Captain. Stars above, they look terrible..."

"WE'RE TAKING THEM."

"What??"

"what choice is there? I told ya already-"

"DON'T DISOBEY YOUR CAPTAINS, GOT THAT? YOU'RE BACK HOME, DON'T FORGET THAT."

Burgerpants was silent at this, his ears flat. Thankfully, you were sloppily patched up, so you weren't on the verge of death anymore. He grimaced, but a part of him was silently grateful. Both Red and Pitch seemed to have met you before this, even if Pitch had tried to act like he was indifferent to seeing you bleeding and passed out. Burgerpants was less levelheaded, practically a walking porcupine as he assessed you and fretted.

He had wanted to leave you there, at the palace, especially since the Pirate life was rough. You were too, though, and brave. Foolish more like it, but brave at least a little since you had dared enough to bite King Asgore hard enough to tear his flesh based on what Captain Red said. You wouldn't be alive right now though if they didn't take you, left to bleed out or be speared down by Asgore as punishment.

He stroked the back of his hand against your cheek, frowning down before he turned to the two Skeleton Brothers. They were quite decisive, more so than he expected them to be, but hey. You are safe now, and surely he can explain everything when you wake? He's so sorry that you were caught within this mess.

The two Captains nodded his way, and so begrudgingly he walked towards the door of your temporary room. Stars, he really needed a beer.

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Closing Notes: heourgh. I wanted to put a bit more effort into this writing because I love pirates and wanted some good world building set up. I'm sorry it took so long, especially to you @vamppiko

Forgive me, testing was beating my ass

Thinking about Dust and how he would be so desperate to fix the Resets and force Frisk out only to realize that he can't reset after they tear their own apart due to their torture. In truth he literally just wants to stop the Human, but that doesn't mean he enjoys actually killing everyone. Those were the faces of his loved ones, it's why his hood is up- not to just "hide". They would recognize him, hood or not. I think it's out of shame, almost a disgusted act of trying to separate his face with what was once so loved instead of feared. He'd do so much trying to get them back, get his brother back. I think only if his soul fused with Papyrus' dust then maybe he wouldn't completely just off himself. He's so capable of doing it, but I think whether it was intentional or not, the part of Papyrus that stays is what kept him going even when isolated in the underground where he covered everything with dust. Just imagining him clawing at himself, destroying mirrors, his shaking hands as he sees the dust coat his gloves. He was taught to fight, but he wasn't taught to clean the remains of his desperation. When he's alone with no one but himself, small remains of Papyrus keeping him company, his sanity would just be worsened due to the eventual starvation he'd face. Slowly, he just becomes someone else who only knows that to stay alive he needs to attack before he can get hurt and be forced to dance once more. I don't think it's out of the question that depending on what timeline one follows, whether it's to the roommate one where a bunch of AUs are clustered in one timeline, or where he goes with the Bad Guy Sanses, he just doesn't want to be alone again and is okay with wherever he's placed

I swear he makes me normal, guys