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Thank you so much to @flashfictionfridayofficial for another wonderful prompt! I've been having so much fun with these!

[#FFF257 Count The Days]

For context, this is an Undertale AU fanfic following Kate (an OC detective in training) who has recently started her training. This is in the POV of Sans, a victim advocate, who is getting sick of his monotonous incapability to help the monsters enough

Thank you to @flashfictionfridayofficial for the amazing prompt! I haven't written in a hot second and this got me writing in a way that I haven't in a while, so thank you oh-so-much!

For context, this is an Undertale AU fanfic following Kate (an OC detective in training), who has, up till now, been trying to solve human and monster murder cases for over a month, with the increasing amount of the latter eating her up inside.

content warnings; suicidal thoughts, murders, monster deaths

I think I missed the mark here, oops- But man have I been meaning to write more for this story, so thank you for the inspiring prompt @flashfictionfridayofficial!

For context, this is an Undertale AU fanfic following Kate (an OC detective in training) who has, up till now, spent a week trying to solve cases that her superiors had failed to solve in months.

Sins of Omission

I lightly tapped the spacebar on my computer, trying to remember what to put in the search bar. I switched tabs to the city's main conspiracy blog to see if I could find my inspiration. It had been a helpful distraction from my previous work to the point that it granted me an epiphany, if I could just remember what exactly I wanted to type...

A knock from the front door distracted me further, and I gave up all attempts at remembering my inquiry. It spurred me to check the time and I couldn't believe that it was a little past five, although a glimpse through the still open window provided me with a view of the setting sun. I frowned at the scene and ignored the mocking sight of week-old clippings and files, all mostly unchanged from when I first arranged them in the living room. It was proving a lot harder to find any helpful leads on the missing monster cases than. I don’t know who I thought I was to try and take it on---me, an academy recruit in training thinking that I could do better than seasoned detectives with numerous solved cases under their belt? It would be best to stop wasting time and hand the cases back to more experienced hands.

I shook my head vehemently at the thought. They had had their chance and had failed, and as much as I only had an increasingly credible conspiracy blog to work off, that’s a lot more to show for in the week I had the cases than in the months that the Police Department claimed to be handling them.

Another knock interrupted my thoughts and I considered ignoring it, the light from the screen calling for my attention. I dismissed the thought since I only got so many visitors. I gingerly got up from my cross-legged position on the carpet, hearing cracks along the way. I mused doing a few stretches before I go to bed today---if I go to bed today.

I opened the door to reveal a familiar orange hoodie clad skeleton. My face broke out into a grin as soon I saw him. “Pap!”

My previous woes left as I widened the door for him to come in. He did so without a second thought, giving me a smile as he passed me before stopping in his tracks almost immediately. After closing the door, I stood next to him to see what gave him pause. A glance at the room before us petrified me.

The house was a mess.

Newspaper clippings were either pasted on the walls and floor or hanging from strings stuck to the ceiling of the living room, all connected with red rope and pushpins. What used to be a couch for lounging was now covered in more papers, these ones of pictures of possible suspects and the appearances of the missing persons. The grey, fuzzy carpet, which had hence become a safety hazard due to the fallen box of pins was somehow still used as seating while the glass coffee table atop it held cartons of reports and statements alongside mugs of coffee and empty cans of energy drinks. Plates and containers of what had held Sans’ heavenly packed lunches were stacked in the sink in the adjacent kitchen while the bin overflowed with Muffet’s packaging. And that was only what could be seen. I winced at the thought of the laundry hamper in the bathroom and the state my bedroom might be in. Did I make my bed today?

I heard chuckles beside me and I looked anywhere but in his direction, embarrassed that I’d let him see me in this state. It was then that I realised that I was still in my One Direction pyjamas from this morning. I died on the inside as he started snickering.

“And I thought Sans was messy. You tryna beat his record or something?”

I wrapped my arms around myself, no longer feeling happy about his arrival. “I uh… I’ve been busy.”

At my lacklustre response, he nudged my shoulder, trying to get me to look at him. “Hey, at least Sans always has someone to help him out when he’s busy.”

At the softness in his voice, I look up at him in surprise, only to find that he wasn't beside me anymore and was instead in the open kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie.

“What are you doing?” I ask slowly as I approach him.

“Chores. What better way for us to hang out?”

I snorted at his response before realisation dawned on me. “Shoot! We were supposed to hang out today! I am so sorry!”

“Eh. Don’t sweat it.” He waved away my apologies with a sudsy gloved arm. “You were busy.”

I watched him scrub at a plate, still feeling guilty for missing our hangout, still trying to comprehend that he was doing the dishes. It never occurred to me that he would do them at all with perfectionist Sans around, less so for other people. Voluntarily even. I tried grabbing a sponge and helping him out, but he shooed me away with a flick of bubbles.

“Nope. Go back to your pc, or better yet, take a break.”

I squirmed on the spot behind him, feeling entirely weird over this situation.

“Why are you doing this?” I finally asked.

Hi! Hey! I am LuKa, and welcome to my closet wear I hide all my skeletons and their oddly paired socks!

I write Undertale fanfiction mostly about the skelebros and potential romantic partners (because I love Sans and I can't get enough of that gorgeous little 8-bit world!)

pfp made using QueenBee's character maker!

I'll be sharing story ideas, some of my WIPs and characters and stuff

asks and DMs are more than welcome!

until further notice, I don't do commissions or requests or anything else of a similar calibre

I am legally an adult, so anything NSFW will be explicitly stated, but minors, please watch yourself and be good, okay?

if you see lukas-wrld loitering around, don't mind her, she's me, but more sane, and dare I say, boring

Wattpad (does anyone even use this anymore?), Quotev, Ao3

I think mushrooms are cool (I don't know anything about mushrooms)

works below the cut!

TW: mentions of sex and drugs

I've been reading and watching a lot of reviews and analyses that really highlight my shortcomings in understanding stories and characters and I genuinely want to step back from BD&H until I have a secure grasp on it.

Cause I've been drafting and rewriting and editing and rewriting chapter 6 for what feels like forever, but I'm not satisfied. And all this as I watch analyses doesn't help my confidence in my writing skills, lol.

I am genuinely struggling with writing out this chapter and I'm starting to think that it's because I still don't have a decent grasp on stories and characters and storytelling as a whole, which I was aware of long before I started posting the chapters, but it feels like I know even less than I thought I did. Undertale, even less, it seems

But I won't stop writing the story.

I can't guarantee that it won't end up kinda off, and that I might not like it and that it may get a lot of plot holes and lots of inconsistencies, but I'm hoping that it'll help me grow in my storytelling anyway.

That being said, I am still struggling to get this chapter out the way I want it to, because my awareness of different takes is now warring with my original perception of the character and I have this itch to just abandon the original plot in favour of producing a character that is more canon, I guess. But I won't. I don't know how long it's going to take for me to accept the direction I originally wanted to go in, but I don't want to betray that version of the story because I'm rethinking things. Mostly because it'll change the entire plot (which doesn't feel like a lot, having posted only five chapters so far, lol), but also because I don't know if I'll even like the new version I'm thinking of, so :/

In any case, I guess I only feel so strongly because this chapter will literally determine the nature and development of Kate and Papyrus' relationship from here on out. Which gives it a lot more stakes than the other chapters did where they were just acquainting themselves with each other

I'm so excited to share my fanfiction to the world; I've got chapter banners and book covers and so much lore and worldbuilding lined up to share, but there's no writing to begin with! T~T

I am struggling to actually write the chapters, but I'm so in love with the idea of the story already being out there, the story already being written and I get to read it to myself over and over again giggling and kicking my feet, but there is no story!!!

I want to scream

I really want this story to be written, but I can't find it within myself to like what's already been written so that I can move on to more chapters. ugh

maybe a hiatus from the hellsite. I have been scrolling obsessively for a while now and seeing all the writing progress and completed stories has been depressing me somewhat

I'll be back in July to strictly update my Camp NANO progress, and BD&H progress, if I have any