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This warrior has a bone to pick with you. He might seem humerous, and will rib you a little, but once you think everything is going tibia ok, suddenly a shoulderblade in the face!
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Sans: WHY DID PAPYRUS THREW ME TO SOMEONE WHO JUST TOOK A FRICKIN BATH!!
Later at the living room..
Alphys: Well that was funny, especially because he looked like a blueberry lmao!
Undyne: Yeah! i should say that event must happen again! that would be epic!!
Papyrus: I AM NOT GOING TO THROW SANS TO THOSE THAT CAME OUT OF THE BATHROOM EVER AGAIN!!
Alphys: Oh come on papyrus, that would be hot and sexy and funny~
Papyrus: NOPE! UNLESS HE TRIES TO TELL OTHER PEOPLE TO MAKE THOSE OVERUSED AND MEANINGLESS PUNS!!
Alphys: Alright alright, then me and undyne will make that happen again next time instead XD
Undyne: Yeah!! this would be great for the blushing face meme scrapbook im making!
( also this underswap sans will not be called blueberry cus he thinks he will be cute instead of cool if he was given THAT nickname LMAO! XD )
Goner Kidâs Fun
Heâd not intended to run into Sans at the door. Papyrus was on his way out, planning to visit Gaster again. It had been a little while since heâd last gone because everything had been so busy with all the new changes. Sans, on the other hand, was on his way in looking extremely tired. Sometimes Papyrus wondered what exactly his brother did these days to make him so tired. Sure heâd seen Sans helping here and there are the Queenâs school, the pair of them had obviously been friends for some time, even if this might be a rough patch. But no, now that the sentry jobs had been disbanded as they were no longer needed, there was really no reason for him to be so exhausted all the time. It was worrying. For his part, Sans gaped up at Papyrus in surprise. This might have been for the bomber jacket, t-shirt, and jeans that Papyrus was wearing instead of the battle body. Or maybe it was something on his face? Had he combed his hair? Oh wait.... he didnât have hair. âIS THERE SOMETHING WRONG, SANS?â Shaking himself, Sans grinned. âNah, Bro. I was just a bit surprised. I thought youâd never take the Battle Body off again. You seemed pretty attached. This look is good too though.â Papyrus struck a pose so that Sans could better admire his alternate attire. âWHY THANK YOU! I DO LOOK AMAZING EVEN IN CASUAL WEAR, DONâT I? THOUGH NATURALLY I CAN MAKE ANYTHING LOOK GOOD.â For a moment Papyrus was sure Sans was going to make a pun. The timing was perfect for it. Then he would shout and rail about bad puns and Sans would laugh. There was a moment of silence, expectation lingering in the air as Sans blinked at him. Finally, after what seemed to Papyrus to be a very long time, but was really only a few short seconds, Sans grinned. âAbsolutely fibula-ous,â he said with an infuriating combination of sincerity and mischievousness in his voice. âSANS!!!â shouted Papyrus. Secretly though he was a little disappointed. Heâd been expecting something a little more spectacular. A lot of Sansâ jokes had been somewhat lackluster lately. Shrugging, Sans gave Papyrus the most innocent expression he could muster, looking for all the world as if heâd never done anything wrong in his life. âWhoops. Hehehehehe. So where you going Bro?â Gaster had asked Papyrus to wait until people started remembering him before telling anyone of the little cave in Waterfall. But Sans had already remembered some things, and Alphys had too, though she hadnât recalled enough to realize anything was wrong yet. Yet Sans was starting to piece together old memories of their Uncle, and of their parents, though most of it was still fragmented or gone, and didnât seem like it was coming back anytime soon. Maybe it was enough, maybe Gaster wouldnât mind. It would be good for Sans. âIâM OFF TO VISIT A FRIEND IN WATERFALL! YOU SHOULD COME WITH ME! I THINK YOUâD LIKE THEM! THEY DONâT GET OUT MUCH, BUT THEYâRE VERY GOOD CONVERSATIONALISTS!â Sans agreed easily enough and they set off. As they trudged through the snow a bunch of kids ran past them, singing bits of the old Angelâs Prayer as a song for whatever game they were playing, jumping or skipping in time to the rhythm. âSoon the darkness will draw near, and all light disappear!â It was a little dark to be using for a game in Papyrusâ opinion. But the song was popular enough, so he supposed it didnât matter. Sans was lost in thought, so they walked in silence through much of Waterfall, listening only to the roar of the waterfalls echoing through the damp rocky tunnels. Once Papyrus thought they were being followed, though he couldnât see or hear anyone when heâd turned to look. But afterward he listened closely and every so often he thought he could hear the soft pattering of feet on stone or the tiniest splash of someone treading through water. When he reached the corridor where the door to Gasterâs cave was, it was gone. Just a bare stone wall. Sans looked at him in confusion but said nothing, waiting as Papyrus stared at the wall and tried to figure out what to do. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of feet once more and he turned just in time to see a little grey monster try to duck out of sight. It was a young monster, similar to MK with the scales down the back of his head and tail, and the striped sweater. But other than the details of their shape, the similarities ended. This child was all in shades of grey, as if the color had been leeched away from them. Even the sweater was grey. Their eyes were a pale white color and flat, devoid of any expression. âI SAW YOU, YOU CAN COME OUT.â said Papyrus gently, hoping they werenât frightened of him. But they didnât seem to have any emotion at all that he could see when they poked their head back out and then walked calmly over to them. Sans looked deeply unsettled at the sight of the kid. With a tilt of his head, considering them carefully, the monster child spoke. âHave you ever thought about a world where everything is exactly the same... except you donât exist? Everything functions perfectly without you. As if you werenât needed at all.â This child was weird. âAHEM,â said Papyrus uncomfortably, not really knowing what to say to the question. Instead he opted to change the subject. âDO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DOOR? IâM TRYING TO SEE HIM, BUT THE ENTRANCE MOVED AWAY SOMEHOW.â No answer, the little grey kid just stared at him with those horrible empty eyes. Just as Papyrus was about to suggest to Sans that they go away and try another day, his phone rang and both he and Sans jumped. âHELLO?â he said, answering it. A quiet voice on the other end answered him back. âOh dear, it seems youâve got the wrong number. Hereâs the Wrong Number Song!â An electronic sounding jingle played through the phone, loud enough that Papyrus had to move the device away from his head. Then just as suddenly as it had begun, the call ended, the person had hung up. âWHAT ON EARTH?â said Papyrus looking round to Sans and the grey monster child. Sans shrugged, but the child had vanished. âOH, HEâS GONE NOW. OH WELL. MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST TRY ANO- OH!!! SANS! THE DOOR!â Though moments before there had only been the dark stone of Waterfallâs tunnels, a grey door had been inserted into the wall, as if it had always been there. Sans had still said nothing, which was beginning to worry Papyrus, but he certainly looked freaked out by this point. The trip had certainly been more eventful than usual, hopefully meeting Gaster himself wouldnât be too much to handle.
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Honey Pie
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"She was a working girl North of England way Now she's hit the big time In the U.S.A. And if she could only hear me This is what I'd say..."
The muffled jangling sound of keys being pulled out of a bag filled the silently alert darkness of the living room. In the few moments it took for the person to unlock the door, a blood red eye had snapped open, its glow focused directly at the hallway that led into the center of the house.Â
The door creaked shut.
A light flicked on.
"Sans!" Called out a stern but soothing voice.
"I'm home!"
A wild, manic grin stretched into existence under the bright light of the crimson eyes, but the shadowed figure remained still as a statue. A frustrated hand reached up from beneath it to cover the obvious source of light in a dark environment, only retreating when the eye closed again.Â
"Sans?" The voice called out again, a hint of worry tainting their smooth tone. "Sans, this isn't funny."
A muffled giggle was buried in the folds of a soft fluffy jacket.
Footsteps approached the living room, and an ominous tension filled the air...
The click of the light switch was followed by a burst of brightness that chased away the darkness, and shrill cries and screams filled the house, loud enough to make the neighbours' dog start barking furiously.
"SANS!" You shriek, pointing at the cheeky cracked skull peeking over the top of the sofa, its red eyelight glowing with amusement and laughter. "I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FU-" You break of when you take note of the bush of curly brown hair that shook with giggles next to the chuckling skeleton. You breathe in deeply, keeping yourself from cursing in front of the child. "I'm gonna kill you someday, honestly. This isn't funny! What if I have a heart attack, huh? Would if still be funny? You seriously need to stop these..."Â
The skeleton and the child shared a look as you rambled on endlessly about their childishness and pranking habits, fist-bumping each other with a grin before looking back at you, not hearing a single word of what you were saying.
Sans's grin turned softer the longer he stared at your flushed cheeks and angry frown, your hands waving wildly in the air as you lectured them. Sometimes he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to meet you, let alone keep you and call you "his one and only". After so many years living in a what could only be described as Hell, he'd thought that he'd never, ever, ever, ever be able to know happiness again.Â
He was so, very wrong.Â
Of course, he would never have learnt to live again if it weren't for the kid. The precious child who brought freedom to the monsters and fought off their interminable famine. He'd never forget the sweet taste of his first full meal on the surface, the sagging feeling of a full stomach which, funnily enough, relieved the unrelenting and crushing weight of stabbing pain of hunger, and the smiling, hopeful faces of his fellow survivors as they looked on to a brighter future. His bones quaked from just the memory.
Of course, Sans was still skeptical over just how long this newfound paradise would last. Years of struggles and never ending battles left him wary of life's generosity, and everyday he dreaded the day hope would slip away from his desperate hold and monster-kind would fall, once again, into the clutches of disgrace. As happy as he was that he was free from the Underground and its terrors, fear still clung to his bones like water to cloth. It was only when you, you and your stern but caring presence imposed itself on his life that he finally learnt to let go of past hardships and to truly live for the fresh experiences of every fresh new day.
You taught him that, you and your stubbornness.
After a day running errands, looking after the kiddo, or just cleaning up the house, he always awaited your return from work with content anticipation.
And you never failed to melt into his open arms and press a kiss to his bony cheek.
Oh, how good it felt to be loved and cared for.
"Sans! Sans, are you even listening to me?" His single red eye snapped to attention at your stiff exclamation, and he grinned a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his skull with a shrug.
"sorry, honey pie. your absolutely adorable blush was distracting me."Â
His words made you flush even darker, and one could almost see the steam coming out of your ears. The kid's giggles burst into cackles, and joyful laughter filled the air, soon followed by Sans's deep chuckles. Even you couldn't resist joining in on their shenanigans with a few quiet chuckles of your own and a soft smile.Â
After the chortles died down, you sighed deeply, though the grin was still on your face. "Alright, alright, it was a little bit funny, I'll give you that." You relented, dropping your bag on the couch. "Now, it's been a long day, but we still have some sunlight left. How about we go out?"
Sans grinned widely, and snapped his fingers. "grillby's." You roll your eyes. Of course he'd say that. "...Sure. I haven't seen the flame man in a while anyhow. And then after that, we get the lil' rascal some ice cream, what do you think?" You complete, glance at Sans and than at the already excitedly vibrating child. "ok." Replied Sans, patting the kid on the head. "go grab a jacket, kiddo, it'll might get a little chilly at night. you might ketchup cold." They snicker as they rush off as you sigh and roll your eyes again. The damn puns never stop, do they? As bad as Sans's memory can get, his knack for being humerus was ingrained in his bones...
You pull Sans into a hug and press another kiss to his cheek. "You calcium bastard. You'll be the end of me, I swear."
Sans laughs and wraps his arms around you too.Â
"Love you too, honey pie."
"...Honey pie, you are making me crazy I'm in love but I'm lazy So won't you please come home.
Oh honey pie, my position is tragic Come and show me the magic Of your Hollywood song.
You became a legend of the silver screen And now the thought of meeting you Makes me weak in the knee.
Oh honey pie, you are driving me frantic Sail across the Atlantic To be where you belong.
Will the wind that blew her boat Across the sea Kindly send her sailing back to me.
Honey pie, you are making me crazy I'm in love but I'm lazy So won't you please come home."
What do you think of my bones Gale?
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If I were to Frame my thoughts, I would say you sure Ribbed, you clearly have been drinking your milk.
This picture is bad to the bone in the best way possible.
This picture clearly has backbone
TIBIA honest for your turnabout underground fanfic it would be very HUMERUS if the lamp they had to hide behind looked like two adults cuddling
OMG I should have thought of this XD