#alcohol issues

— Post Scriptum: Here the sibling is the French girl, so I remain faithful to the series, and the reader has a name since it’s a fanfict and not an imagines, Reader’s name’s Amélie since I truly love that name, it’s so beautiful~

Prompt: “I was pretending to be a ninja and the blade of the knife just flew right off and broke the window.” ( From this list ). Characters: Underswap! Sans & Female! French! SiblingRaiting: Green (General Contents).

Bad habits

It has been passed a few month from the day when the monsters reached the surface and everything seemed fine even if the little human had decided to remain with her skeletons friends since she considered them like her big brothers. She has never had brothers and her true family was too far away. She had to wait their return but until that moment, she could stay here with these friendly skeletons monsters. Amélie, this was the name of the little human who saved the Underground thanks to her determination, was truly happy to stay with them, so she could not feel alone anymore. She was still so young and she needed the help of some adult person, even if she was capable to take care of herself, since she was a hero, after all. She lived in Snowdin with two brothers, Sans and Papyrus. The first was an excited and sweet skeleton, the youngest of the two, he was so energetic and friendly, Amélie loved his company so much. While, Papyrus was the oldest brother, and also the laziest and the weirdest person she has ever known in her life, even if she has not lived so much, she was just a young lady. She found both of them so interesting and funny in their own way. Today was one of those lazy days that seemed never ending. Sans was at his job so Amélie was so bored and she wanted to spend some time with Papyrus even if he did not seem to be very interested at it and he preferred to take a nap, instead. Sometime he was so exaggerated with his idle behaviour. He should have drunken more coffee to feel awake. She had an idea, she could prepare something to him for waking him up, so he could play with her a little more, for once. The little girl reached the kitchen, jumping like a kangaroo through the desert since her steps were quite comical. It was Sans’ favourite place and he always recommended her to clean after she finished her duties, even if he preferred she did not cook anything since she was a little girl and she could hurt herself someway, the kitchen was not exactly the right place for a kid. There, so many things could be dangerous. Amélie had no idea of where the coffee was located, but she had neither any idea of how to prepare a coffee, but it did not seem so difficult, since she saw Muffet prepared it anytime even if the spider woman used that weird machine in her café and Amélie did not own something like that. The little girl had to find a normal coffee machine. This kitchen was clean and reordered, but it was also so big and complicated, so she started to search for the coffee machine everywhere. She opened every drawers, pantries, seeing every corners and angles. She checked everywhere. Unluckily, she found something else. She found the supply of Papyrus’ alcohol since he had had that kind of issue but it seemed he was still dependent on it. It was really bad and Sans would have been so angry because of it. Amélie did not have any idea of this situation and she did not know this story or the reason why Papyrus was an alcoholic so she was not questioning herself about these things. Sans commended her to not even touch these bottles because they were too dangerous, not children’s stuff. One day, Amélie asked to him if she could take a taste of it, and Sans looked at her with the same eyes of a severe and angry mother. He prohibited to her even to have those kinds of thoughts. He could be very austere when he wanted, but kids could be very impertinent in the same way, for this reason Sans often seemed like a mother hen, he truly worried about her health and he did not want her to become like his brother, since laziness was not the only problem Papyrus got. She was still searching for coffee but she only found those bottles and a strange idea crossed her mind. She felt a little curious since she often saw Papyrus so happy when he was drunk, a little taste would have not hurt anybody, right? Nobody was going to find her since Sans was not here and Papyrus was sleeping somewhere, so she was free to do whatever she desired. 

— Post Scriptum: This prompt is so old but I had no time and inspiration for thinking about fanfictions before, so I am doing it now. Even now, the reader has a name that is neutral, since I prefer like this, their name is Alex, simple. It’s totally random-!I hope someone can enjoy it since I am not truly sure if it’s good enough eue’’

Prompt: “I’ll protect you! I am Batman!” ( From this list )Pairing: Fell! Sans x Neutral! ReaderRating: Green (General contents)

A Drunky Mess ~

It should have been a calm and relaxing afternoon and Alex should have spent this day in peace. Sadly, a certain skeleton has decided to get drunk just today. Actually, Sans had promised to Alex that this was the last bottle he touched but it was not true. There were so many bottles he had not only touched, it was like he was doing love with them since he was hitting to the bottle like Gollum was attached to his precious, so it was not a beautiful picture since it appeared very creepy and Sans was still a skeleton. The sense of macabre was part of his nature. Alex did not know the reason why he was drinking since when they came back home, he was already in those miserable conditions and Alex was looking at him with pity.Actually, those last days Alex was very busy with their job so they stayed by themselves most of the time and Sans could not tolerate to be ignored like this so he felt a little offended like he was the child who felt less loved by his mother. He was losing time and he hated working so much, it was a waste of energy and time for him. Sans said he did not want to be part of this capitalist society to justify his laziness. He felt just like the protagonist of the famous movie Fight Club, the man without a name who lived his life without any purpose and his main passion was reading Ikea’s magazines searching for the perfect furnishings that would have given to him the peace of mind. It was impossible anyway, and even this drunk Sans was telling free nonsense without a purpose. At least, he did not start to frequent clubs of terminally ill patients who got testicular cancer, and it would have been so problematic. Maybe Sans would have been a member of the A.A. if he kept on drinking like this. Alex tried so hard to dissuade him asking for an explication about his obscene behaviour, then Sans looked at them with a sad expression confessing the truth. Alex was avoiding him because they did not want to stay with him anymore for some mysterious reasons. The eyes of Alex became wetter and they felt a warm feeling in their heart since he seemed so serious in his drunkenness and everybody knew drunk people never lied. They hugged him instantly, patting their skull since this was a scene too adorable to be denied. «I was just busy with my job, you know? It’s the thing people do for living and pay their bills and all that capitalist stuff…», Alex said ironically, laughing a little, «That thing you should do but you are a lazy ass…», they tried to be playful even if this phrase was a hidden critique. It seemed, this explication did not help Sans to stay better because he felt tired and lost anyway, «Ouch—Ya’re gonna to become a maniac worker like my bro, fuu–», he said with confusion in his voice and then he started to sob searching for the bottle that was his only friend and his only hope in this moment. Alex was losing their patience since he acted like a little child and maybe they had to behave like Papyrus to have some consideration from this impertinent skeleton. «So, do you want I ask to Papyrus to kick your ass or you decide to be less lazy and act like a mature person, hum? ». It seemed “Papyrus” was like the magical word because Sans’ sockets became black and he started to panic, sweating like he already went out of a sauna but the sense of looseness was not the same.  Sans could not even speak and he felt pain in his ass yet so maybe it was the time he could stop with this awful show. Alex felt a little sad because it seemed Sans listened only to his brother ignoring them like they were not truly important. So many times, they have told to him to stop with those bad habits but he has never considered their opinion like it was not worthy. Only now, Alex realized it, and this consideration filled their heart with rage and gloom. Their expression became darker, and with a low tone of voice they said, «Ah, I am not going to call your brother, I don’t want to disturb him.» Sans seemed more relieved after this conclusion. Before he could answer, Alex continued their discourse, «Since you are unable to be serious and you don’t give a shit about me and my worries, I think I will go. Cheers to you-!». Then, Alex took their things moving towards the door because maybe Sans was not the only one who needed to drink.

— Post Scriptum: Here the reader has the same name of the last time I wrote about Swap! Papyrus, the one I used here was Max, since it’s neutral and I like it. I realized, in those fanfictions I find always the way to talk about Papyrus’ alcohol issues, poor star, I am so sorry for him. Anyway, I don’t know if I should consider these kinds of stories fan-fictions or just longer scenarios, uhm… I hope you still enjoy them!  

Prompt: “Pants are just an illusion”. ( From this list ).Pairing: Underswap! Papyrus x Neutral! ReaderRating: Green (General contents).

Oh, alcohol, my old friend. My true love~

Everyone knew the problems Papyrus got even if he did not like talking about them, because they were his problems and he was able to take care of himself –that was what he hoped, since most of the time he ignored his issues so they were not going to be resolved-. It was not good for his health, at all. Neither for his beloved ones or for his friends was easy, since he constantly made them worry, it was so difficult understanding what he was thinking because he was such an enigmatic skeleton with that lazy smile on his face all the time. These last days, he has tried so hard to stay away from the alcohol but it seemed the bottle called for him. It was just one of the unhealthy drugs and substances his body assumed, it was never enough. He felt like a sort of experimenter, in his past he was truly someone who conducted researches to find out solutions that could help the monsters race to have a better life, but his scientific side suicided itself so many years ago, nothing remained of it. His dreams became dust just like the one he saw in his nightmares every night. For this reason, the only things he liked experimenting were those poisons called drugs. He truly tried every type of them, from cigarettes to serious drugs. They were just a way to make him forget about reality. He wanted to be like Alice in Wonderland, disappearing inside the hole and do not come back at this reality anymore. Unluckily, he was already inside a hole. He would say he felt inside a butthole, finesse was not his speciality, but maybe it has never been. Papyrus was trying so hard to stop this bad habit, but he was sure it was impossible for him. He promised to Sans he would have lived in a healthier way, but he had lied to his brother and to himself. Sans was quite disappointed and worried because of his behaviour, so he decided to take the situation in his hands, hiding his alcohol bottles, or throwing them away. Papyrus was a sly old fox and he always found out a way to procure something because he could not stay too much sober. Sobriety brought back to life the demons of his past; everything was too much clearly and real for him. He did not want to think about his life, it was the reason why he got drunk. The date has begun, and he was so excited. He looked at them and they looked at him, like it was the greatest meeting of the existence. Papyrus bounded with his hand, with a delicate gesture, their hips as if they were ready to dance. No dancefloor. The company of each other was the most important element. He came closer, whispering words of love because he missed them so much. It was a magical moment, which he was yearning with all his soul. Then, he settled his inexistence lips to their mouth, and he started to enjoy this enchanting moment of ecstasy. Pure delirium of joy. It was all he wished for. The fresh liquid slipped through his throat and his brain lighted up, coming back to life again. Nobody could have believed in something like it, that he was truly cheating his mate with some alcohol. It seemed so hilarious to believe. It was sadly the truth because while he was tasting the joy of Bacchus, he forgot something very important. Indeed, he would have had another date, with a real person. Papyrus should have met Max, his partner, but he was too busy to ruin himself in this bad romance to remember what was truly important. He felt so stupid, so he drunk a little more. He downed it in one shot, then one another because he could not feel that terrible guilt. The same shame to be alived. How could Max love a worthless person like him? Who preferred to lose himself drinking like a loser than seeing his chosen one? He would have never forgiven himself for such a sin. He was unforgivable. Another shot. To forget the pain, like usual. Then, another one. Until he was high enough to forget his name and his sin, too.