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NSB (Nothing but Skin and Bone): FIN

NFC (Nothing but Fluff and Comfort): Updating Irregularly

VBPS (Vivid Blood, Pale Scars): FIN

BLOW (Blurred Lines, Opened Wounds): Hiatus/Under Major Construction

Masterlist for all of the extra scenes shared on tumblr!

"Why are we doing this?" Sans asks as you wrap his arm in white bandages.

"Because it's fun," you insist. "Besides, it wouldn't be very fitting to go to a Halloween party without costumes."

"Can't we watch movies and eat candy at home? Without a massive crowd?" He asks, watching as you move on to wrapping his individual fingers with tape.

"There aren't going to be that many people, Sans," you laugh.

"Don't worry brother! We won't have to socialize for too long!" Papyrus says as he comes into the living room. He's dressed in scarescrow attire- a tattered tunic and torn trousers. He holds a pumpkin head under one arm. "Afterall, we have to be back in time to pass out candy!"

"Very true," you say, "anyway, they'll have candy apples and all kinds of games. You certainly won't be bored."

"Watch me," he says.

"You don't have to go," you remind him. "You could just stay here and look out for early trick or treaters."

"Nah. Wouldn't be any fun without you guys."

You smile. "Aww-"

"Shut your face. Let's go." Sans says, standing up once you've finished wrapping his pinky.

All asks/posts about NSB (Nothing but Skin and Bone) and NFC (Nothing but Fluff and Comfort) are under the tag “nothing but skin and bone”

Here’s a guide to all of the NSB scenes on tumblr:

Period comfort fic

Alternate timeline: what if humans handled the monster integration?

You give Papyrus a homemade scarf

Sans's reaction to your first kiss :O

All asks/posts about VBPS (Vivid Blood, Pale Scars) are under the tag "vivid blood pale scars"

Here's a guide to all of the VBPS scenes on tumblr:

Sick fic: you are ill

Alternate timeline: what if Sans was out of the picture?

Alternate timeline: what if someone broke into the house?

Papyrus hears you singing "Hero" (by Skillet)

After ending one:

Papyrus buries you

After ending two:

Right after you and Papyrus leave

Sans discovers that you and Papyrus ran

After ending three:

Papyrus and Sans sit on the couch

You and Sans...hug?

Sans is going through withdrawal

You give Sans a gift

All asks/posts about BLOW (Blurred Lines, Opened Wounds) are under the tag "blurred lines opened wounds"

Here's a guide to all of the BLOW scenes on tumblr:

You meet Blue

Rust and Vulture choose their names

Rust hurts you

Recovery is a rocky road

Possible ending: if you choose Currant

You defend Blue from Rust

You spent the night with Red, for protection

You're "asked" to dance

You make Vulture a pair of gloves

Crossovers:

VBPS/NSB

NSB Y/N and VBPS Y/N swap universes

VBPS/the AUs

Red goads Rust

You go home with Red and Edge

Vulture sees you cuddling with Edge

Vulture sees you reading with Edge

Edge and Vulture have a small confrontation right over your head

You ask Edge a question

You leave to hang out with Red, Rust wants to know where

In an AT where you become stuck in the UT universe, you see Rust again, after months apart

You say something nice about Vulture while he's eavesdropping

NSB/the AUs

Axe might be a bit possessive

AUs:

Surface AU: domestic fluff with Currant?

“Wassit?” He mumbles when you nudge him more firmly.

“I need you to take me to the bathroom, now. Please.”

His good eye socket opens, staring at you for a long moment as you wait not so patiently. “Kay.” He gets up and grabs his jacket, also extending a hand to you, “let’s go.” You take it. In an instant, you’re back in the Snowdin house.

“Thanks!” You hurry to the bathroom. Only once you’re clean and comfortable do you come out. Sans is lazing around on the couch, half asleep already. “We can go now,” you say.

“Not so fast.” He says, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap. “I just sat down. Take a break with me.” You snort and slump down into his frame. Absently, you press on your lower abdomen a bit.

“Do we have any painkillers?” You ask.

“Painkillers?” He echoes, and then he sits up suddenly. “Wait, you’re hurt?”

“N-no, it’s natural pain, nothing to worry about.”

“Natural pain?” He repeats, disbelieving, as his slightly constricted pupil scans you.

“Yeah, it’s just a part of a female human’s reproductive cycle.”

“How does that work?”

Somehow, it never occurred to you that the brother’s wouldn’t be versed in human biology. “Well…” You give him the lowdown, and he blinks at you.

“That sounds…wasteful.”

You shrug, “it is.”

“Why not just reabsorb it or some shit?”

“Don’t ask me.”

“Hm. Well, let’s go see if we can get some meds.” He wraps his arms around you, and a moment later you’re both standing in the tent. “Hey, Paps. Y/N needs painkillers.”

“What? What happened?” Papyrus asks, sitting up from his pillow.

“Nothing, nothing, just a quirk of the human body, alright?” You say. His brows crease.

“Well…okay. One moment.” He heads out of the tent to begin digging around in the bags.

“In the meantime, what’ll make you feel better?” Sans asks.

“Warmth…water…rest…” You list, “a bit more, but those are the ones I prioritize.”

“Okay,” Sans says, promptly sitting down. He pats the space beside him. “Then come’ere.” You sit down and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you down into the bedding with him. A moment later, Papyrus comes back into the tent with a stressed expression.

“It appears we don’t have any painkillers. Maybe we could ask someone for some..?”

“It’s alright, Paps.” You mutter. “Just get over here.” He comes over to lay down at your front.

“What’s really wrong?” He asks.

“Uh-”

“I’ll explain it, you sleep,” Sans interrupts. Although you’re not sure you’ll be able to sleep, you do keep silent as Sans tells Papyrus what’s what. You shut your eyes, focusing on the hurt, until Papyrus’s boney hand presses to your lower abdomen.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“You said the cramps happen here, right?” He asks. You nod, and then his hand slowly gets warmer. You may be imagining it, but you think you can feel the tension begin to fade. Sans pulls away from you, but before you can protest, he drags you into a sitting position.

“Here, Paps, come sit over here.” Papyrus moves behind you, and you lean back into his chest, watching Sans with a confused expression. All he does though is scoot in front of you and lay back, using his hands to cushion his skull against your lower abdomen.

“Wha- oh! Brilliant idea, brother!” Papyrus points out, and Sans chuckles.

“What?” You ask, still completely lost, until Papyrus’s fingers press into your shoulders, massaging your muscles as Sans begins to heat up, his bones getting whiter with each second. With a bit of direction from you, Papyrus gives his attention to your back, and, a couple minutes later, the pain has mostly faded to the back of your mind.

“You-” you begin, and just as you do, your stomach growls.

“I got it,” Sans grumbles, and gets up.

“Wait-”

“Nope, stay.” He says, and leaves the tent. Meanwhile, Papyrus works his thumbs a little deeper into the muscles of your lower back.

“How bad is the pain, normally?” Papyrus asks.

You shrug, “it varies.”

“Does anything make it worse?”

“Uh…stress, I guess.”

“Oh! Good thing there isn’t anything stressing you out here.” He pauses. “Right?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty comfortable,” you say.

“Good!” He gives you a hug. A couple minutes later, Sans returns with food, and all three of you eat. 

A day later, you wake up in the morning and start to prepare to leave for work, when Sans catches your wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Uh…work?”

“Aren’t you still on your period?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not like I’m incapable of doing things-”

“Sounds like a hassle. Just stay home,” Sans says.

“I can’t just slack off,” you argue.

“Normally I would agree,” Papyrus says, opening the tent flap to bring in some food. “But I think this is a perfectly good excuse to get some rest!”

“But…we- humans- generally work through it.”

“Eh, fuck how most people handle it,” Sans says, “Do it our way this time.”

You glance between them. “What will I say to Mettaton?”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll deal with the egomaniac.”

“No need to be rude, Sans! I’m sure Mettaton will understand!” Papyrus says, gently pulling you to sit down. You do so, taking your plate from him.

“Breakfast in bed?” You ask.

“I know, very unorthodox, but I’d say this is a special occasion!”

“It’s going to happen every month, though.”

“All the same!”

Q50. What's your secret to staying so composed, and can you share any relaxation tips for us mere mortals?

“Try to look at things from an observer’s stand point,” Stretch says.

“I use outside help,” Mutt says, lifting a smoking dog treat in one hand.

“Relaxation comes naturally to me,” Stretch says, glancing at the other skeleton, “I could do it with my eye sockets closed.” A weak “badum-ching!” rings through the room. “But I guess my advice would be to focus on the moment. Narrow everything down to how you feel physically instead of focusing on thoughts. A lot of the time, it’s thinking that keeps us awake. Take it from me. Of course, sometimes, a bit of outside help can be useful.”

Q51. Imagine you’re in a romantic comedy, and you’re the leading character. What would be your signature move to sweep someone off their feet?

“I mean, the way to go about it varies with every person.” Stretch says.

“But everyone enjoys a good joke,” Mutt says.

“Yup.”

Stretch disappears.

Q52. If you could have any superpower, no matter how ridiculous, what would it be and why?

“The power to put determined little brats in their graves- for good. Why?” Mutt’s frown deepens, “I’m sick of feeling like nothing matters.”

“I think that was supposed to be a light hearted question…”

He laughs, “nothing more lighthearted than putting that kid down.”

Q53. What's the weirdest food combination you've ever tried, and did you actually enjoy it?

He smiles, “Pop tarts and butter, and yeah.”

Q54. If you could switch lives with any of the skeletons for a day (you’ll also gain their personality), who would it be and what would you do?

He looks contemplative for a moment. “...Maybe Stretch, and I don’t know. Nap? Hang out with Blue?”

Edge appears in place of Mutt.

Q55. Edge, Red treasures you as his brother, thoughts?

“He didn’t say that.” Edge says.

“He totally thinks it though!”

Edge frowns. “No, he doesn’t.”

“You’re really challenging me on this?”

He crosses his arms. “Yes.”

“Stubborn skeleton.”

Q56. True thoughts on Wax and Vulture based on what you've currently seen?

He considers it. “They both seem…more troubled than I am. Which is saying a lot.”

Q57. Do you think you could beat Vulture?

He frowns slightly, “I’m not sure.”

Q58. If you were to see Red and VBPS Y/N asleep on the couch cuddling, Red purring during the snuggle fest, what would you think?

“How indecent.” (And adorable.)

Q59. Can I hire you as my bodyguard? I might require some purring sessions to keep my body in tip top shape!!

“Purring sessions?” He echoes, suspicious. “Humans need those?”

“Yep, it’s good for their health.”

“Well I can’t do it on command!”

“Heheh.” The voice shifts to one from a popular movie, “he can’t do it on command.”

“Why do I feel as though I’m missing some kind of context?”

“Don’t worry about it, back to the question!”

“Right. Yes, I suppose I could serve as a bodyguard if it paid well enough.”

Q60. What do you think about people who find you extremely attractive?

“That they’re obviously highly intelligent! My appearance is clearly the best.”

Q61. Would you be good at sharing someone you're pursuing romantically with someone else, like Red?

He frowns slightly, “I would be surprised if our preferences aligned enough for that. I don’t think so, anyway.”

Q62. What would go through your mind if the person you liked thought someone else was incredibly strong and agile?

“Well, obviously, I’d have to challenge the said person. Once I beat them in combat, it won’t matter how strong they were!”

Currant appears.

Q63. What are your thoughts on soul bonds? For Currant, specifically on what you think about soul bonding with HLF! Y/N.

“They are…a vulnerability,” Edge says, “and a luxury.”

Currant smiles slowly, “oh, I would love to. If only it wasn’t so dangerous.” Edge stares at him, half disgusted and half horrified. Currant looks over at him, “what?”

“If they hate you that much, why would you ever want to form a bond?”

Currant shrugs, chuckling, “curiosity. Sides, what’s another way to get under its skin?”

Edge’s teeth part in shock, but Currant disappears before he can utter another word.

“Moving on!”

Q64. What would you think if you made a soul bond with someone in the future?

“I would be very surprised. It takes someone of high quality to earn that kind of intimacy from me.”

“Yep! Thanks for your time, Edge! Seeya next time!”

“Goodbye.”

Edge disappears, replaced with Rust.

Q65. Rust, I don't trust Currant either. What are you going to do if he succeeds in taking your Y/N away?

Rust barks a laugh, leaning back in his chair, “he won’t. But…if he did, what the hell could I do about it? It would already be too late.”

Q66. Rust, there was a timeline/au where you and a Y/N bonded. Thoughts?

“Huh?”

“No worries, I’ve been asked to implant the memories into your head.”

“What?”

“Anddd, done.”

Rust’s face flushes white. “What is there to say? It didn’t fucking happen. Doesn’t matter.” He crosses his arms, “it won’t happen again.”

“That’s what you think…”

“What?”

“Moving on!”

Q67. Rust, there is a timeline where Vulture and your Y/N left you because you couldn't get your shit together. You almost killed your Y/N actually, after they tried to protect your brother. Thoughts? Everyone thinks you should just be a bit more open, at least with them.

“Oh, sure, more opened with the human I’ve been beating the shit out of for months. The fuck do you want me to do? Tell it about my fucking childhood? Say ‘I’m sorry?’ So it got away. Good for it. I guarantee that it didn't last longer than a month.”

Q68. What do you think you enjoyed about the hug you had with Y/N?

He looks away, shrugging, “...do you have any idea how long it's been since I’ve had a hug? It’s only fair I’d…”

“That doesn’t answer the question~”

“...the warmth. Being held.” He shudders, “you’d think, with my level of LOVE, that I wouldn’t care about that sort of affection…”

“-but even the worst people need validation. Am I right?”

Q69. If you had to choose between living a life where Y/N hugs you with genuine positive emotions and comfort, where you're working on yourself and you've stopped hurting them, and you're patching stuff up with your brother, or hurting Q70. Y/N and sticking with your ways until they eventually die of starvation or old age, what would you choose and why?

He lets out a sigh, “I already made that choice, didn’t I? The way it is now…is easier.”

Classic appears, replacing Rust.

Q71. Someone you have a crush on wants to reward you for all the hard work you put into getting everyone back, what would you pick?

“Probably a nap.”

Q72. Would you like a longer foreplay or a shorter one?

“Longer.”

Q73. Not a question but, hang in there Classic!

“Thanks.”

Q74. Classic, what are you going to do if more skeletons keep coming through the machine? I say you cut your losses, at some point it’s just not worth it anymore.

“Yeah. It’s just a matter of putting these guys back.” He looks away, his voice weakening, “then I’m done…For good.”

Q75. What are your true thoughts on the latest additions, Rust, Vulture, Currant, and Wax, as well as their humans?

“We- wait. Humans, plural? I haven’t met the human from the HLF universe, but assuming that means there was one…” he shakes his head, “I hope the fact that Currant and Wax are here means they get to rest.” He takes a deep breath, and continues. “I would say I’m not one to cast judgements. But that would be a lie. I don’t know what got any of them to this point, I haven’t lived their lives, but I can practically feel the ill intent coming from Rust and Currant. They’re definitely not people I would make friends with. I don’t know how to feel about Vulture and Wax. I mean, I feel bad for them. They must’ve been like Papyrus at some point, and that’s…scary.” He sighs, “as for Y/N…well, it’s just a struggle. I don’t know what to say or do. Feelings have never been my strong point, but this is a whole new challenge.”

Q76. Any backup plans in case things turn bad?

“Yeah.” His expression is serious, “no way I’m letting people like that stay in my house without precautions.”

Q77. How do you think Papyrus (Vanilla) is handling all of this? He seems positive, but you know him best.

“It’s been hard on him. He does his best to keep the peace and make sure everyone is happy.” He rubs his face, “I wish he hadn’t insisted on helping me. But…I do appreciate it. I’m gonna have to find a way to make it up to him once this is over.”

Q78. What are your thoughts on the Q&A?

He shrugs, “it’s…strange.”

Q79. What’s the craziest thing you’ve been through?

“How about being split between universes?”

Q80. Do you like when someone else makes the first move?

He shrugs, “I guess. I’m not out looking, so…”

Q81. Favorite place to be touched?

His brows raise, “it depends on who’s doing the touching.”

Q82. What's something that gives you butterflies, in the romantic sense?

He laughs at first, but then calms, considering, “I guess…someone being honest with themselves. Like, they don’t have on a mask.” He chuckles, looking to the ceiling, “but I guess that’s a two way street.”

“Oh, and they wanted to give you something! CE?”

CE produces some Gladioli flowers from the void, extending them to Classic, who takes them with a confused look.

“Uh…thanks. They’re nice.”

All of the skeletons disappear, leaving only CE.