#sinnabon

“I believe I have never seen someone look more miserable than you look now, good Hunter,” Maria said.

There was no sourness in Avena’s expression when she looked at Maria from the corner of her eye.  She could not muster it with how the cold sapped her, forced to wrap her arms tight around herself in an attempt to manage it as they walked away from the bout hall’s building.

“Sweating before going out in the cold is hell, Maria,” she mumbled.  “I don’t even want to think about walking back to the hall right now.”

“Your room is where you’ll be warmest.  I won’t let you go anywhere else.”

“I honestly just want to stay in the bout hall all night.”

Maria sighed quietly, looking at Avena with both brows raised.  Because Avena shivered as she walked, she thought for only a moment before catching Avena’s upper arm and bringing them both to a stop.

“Wait,” Maria said, unbuttoning her coat.  “Until you’ve warmed up enough to manage.”  She opened her coat, looking at Avena expectantly.  Avena hesitated, continuing to shiver.  She moved closer, relaxing when Maria closed her coat around her and held her steady.

“We must find you a heavier coat before the snow begins, my Hunter,” Maria murmured.  “It won’t do if you grow cold enough to freeze walking between classes.”

Avena nodded, quietly saying, “Thank you.”

They called me 💧︎✋︎☠︎☜︎, sometimes, when they wanted my attention or I wandered too far from the section of lab I was restricted to on four unsteady claws. It had been a few months since my creation (?), and my mother had been attempting to get me to manifest my magic. Or speak. Or stand, really — at this point she was too desperate to be picky. These limbs; this heavy shape that sat within a cradle of thin curved bones; they still didn’t feel like mine. 

She was happiest when I mimicked her, so I did. She put strange objects into her mouth, so I did as well. She made strange sounds in my direction, and I returned them with my own chitters. Those didn’t seem to appease her as much as the mouth-objects did, so I didn’t bother with it for the most part. I recognized the most important one, my ‘name’, and that was plenty.

|redacted| wanted nothing to do with me, beyond stopping by on occasion to collect notes on my growth and ‘stability’. That was okay- I felt no particular connection to him either; outside of a dark, chilled, magic-dense scent that smelled like my birthright. Until he returned one day with a bandaged hand and a peculiar scent on the sleeves of his coat. It smelled like him, and me, and Home, and something else entirely. Something New. 

It grew stronger over the next few months until it coaxed me out through a cleverly wedged door (I was starting to find out many uses for the additional calcic appendages on my body.) What I found at the end of the scent trail was nothing like I’d expected. It looked like my Creator… kind of. Except a lot smaller, with bared teeth and huge intelligent sockets. It had enough control of its limbs to let me in when I scratched at the door. 

The scent it gave off was weak and vulnerable despite its permanent threat display— so I was cautious with my teeth and claws— but there it was. Home. It kept repeating a variety of syllables at me, like mother, so I took this to be their moniker. 

“Ssss…Ssaaaans.” My success seemed to startle him, but I sensed no danger. So I stayed, until with an inappropriate amount of havoc I was plucked from my moorings and returned to my own little room. Uncalled for, really.

Obviously, the small one needed the protection of someone. I took on that role with no fanfare- in fact, I was highly reprimanded whenever I would go make sure they hadn’t fallen or hurt themselves in the night. Over time mother just began to allow it. |Redacted| wasn’t pleased, but eventually also ascertained that I had no plans to hurt this other skeletal creature.

In truth, Sans furthered my development way more than I assisted with his. Little by little I picked up on ‘speech’ through repeated patterns in his vibrations. He’d picked up my ‘name’ through the many cries and commotions of months of escapes and used it often to refer to me. He did so many things with his ‘hands’. I wanted that too, so I learned to balance on my hindlegs, using my tail as a ballast. For the first time, we stood eye to eye.

By the time Papyrus came along I was walking and talking almost as well as Sans. Like a shadow, I trailed him through every hallway I was allowed (and some I wasn’t). He was my only friend in the crowded, lonely, labyrinth of rooms and pathways that made up my world, and while I didn’t understand many of the ‘jokes’ he made, I laughed anyway.

The addition of another to our small group of two— an actual sibling—concerned me more than I would express, but as the small gap-toothed child thrust an even tinier collection of bones into my snout with the biggest, proudest smile I’d ever seen from him… well, I couldn’t help but love him too.

And so the three of us grew up together within the walls of the lab. Inseparable. After some time Sans began to help |redacted| with his research and left Papyrus and I alone for long periods. But he always came back; he reassured me each and every time he walked through the keycard locked section of the lab I couldn’t follow.

He did every time.

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Records that no longer exist note that I had just turned eighteen when things went sideways. 

Scattered papers slipped and tore under my claws as I raced through the dusty hallways, avoiding best I could the monsters careening in all directions in search of an exit. It was hard to hear, hard to think with alarms blaring and people screaming and my own mind frantic with worry for my small makeshift family. Both of them were missing, unable to be found in any of our common hang out areas or personal rooms. Sans could be in the labs, or out on an assignment, but then- Papyrus? I had to find at least the latter, or his brother would have my spine if he got trampled in the madness. 

“I heard it was the core!” Someone threw at a party running the same direction. “No one knows what happened!”

The ground shook with a mighty tremor and more dust fell through the ceiling tiles. It had been doing this for some time now.

“What about the team there? The experiment? Are they—” The metal slam of a door cuts off the remainder. That’s right… Sans had been part of a small group working on something big, at “the core”, he’d called it. Today was… today was…

I gulped and looked harder still. Minutes passed and the halls sat empty, quiet now save for the whine of the emergency sirens and the occasional creaking of twisting metal. It wasn’t safe here. 

Panic tore its fangs down the inside of my ribs and across my skull, the first true fear I’d experienced in my life. The walls themselves groaned like a beast breaking free from the layers of the earth, and something primal and ancient finally overwhelmed the lingering refusal of common sense. I dropped to all fours and raced for the safest space I knew. The first room. Tucked far back in a secret wing so that only a select few back then knew of my taboo existence. 

I curled up in the far corner and wailed while the sky screamed and metal tore in large pieces to pin the door and turn my safe haven into a dank and darkened tomb for its sole resident. 

Once again, things grew silent. My mind was curiously hazy - I must have hit it on something in the maelstrom… I could only recall bits and pieces; flashes of sight and sound and taste. A tall blurred man in a dark coat with holes in his palms, and a couple of figures that evoked a feeling of peace and belonging deep in my chest. I wasn’t quite sure who they were… but something told me that they’d come back for me. 

Weeks pass, dust settles.

‘They would!’

Someone else moves into the lab; I can hear vibrations and music from wings far from my own. I remain in the dark.

‘Eventually…’

To conserve magic, I barely move these days. Occasionally, a canine-esque figure comes to visit, and brings me crumbs of a crisp object I lap off the floor with a half formed appendage.

‘But nobody came.’

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They find her when cleaning out the west annex to move Alphys’s lab topside. Eyelights dim and flickering, moreso a pile of bones than something living. It’s unknown where she came from, or who she is—all of the papers found in this section of the lab are curiously blank, like many of the contents of the manilla folders Alphys had searched through. 

At first, she refuses to eat, as if she didn’t remember how to. Recovery is slow and doesn’t progress linearly. When they finally get her to speak, she admits that her past is no more than a water-logged jigsaw puzzle with half the box missing. She keeps what remains to herself. 

They have to call her something, so they name her after the first thing she’d responded to on the surface— a sweet and cinnamony confection that once tasted, disappeared into her maw like a fly to a frog.

Cinnabon. It sounded right, though it looked wrong when written. She kept finding herself switching out the first few letters, and it felt better. S-I-N… the rest kept slipping away like sand through an hourglass. 

Sinnabon. It would have to do.

CURRENT SUBJECT AGE: 31

LOCATION: EBOTT CITY

While my side blog Sinsational-Sinnabon is dedicated to fic updates, new chapter posts, and content directly surrounding my writing, this main blog here will be a beautifully chaotic mess of Undertale, Anime I like, Skeleton Simping and Self Shipping, and writing tips.

I also like insects, reptiles, and fly in the furry circles so some of that will pop in occasionally too.

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My Fic Link Masterpost

Rated: Mature or Explicit, though most of my work is 90% plot except for A Done Deal.

✨ A Done Deal 🧡 - Underfell Sans x Reader (Complete E2L)

✨ Kill Him With Kindness 💚 Undertale Sans x Reader (Slave AU)

✨ SoulBound 💛 Underfell Sans X Reader (Enemies to Lovers)

✨ Dating... Start? 🩵 Undertale Sans X Reader (Friends to Lovers)

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My Favorite Fics That Everyone Should Read

✨ Without Red - By @merrinbrite

✨ Fur A Good Time, Call - By @popatochisssp

✨Promises On The Reaping - By @sauce-salad-bowl

✨ These Are Our Days - By Rehlia

✨ A Puzzle Just For Me - By @neroli9

✨ More to come!

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Okay, But What Else Do You Do?

Sometimes! When I get motivated enough! I draw! Mostly undertale stuff these days, and cute/funny/dumb little self ship comics or scenes from my fics.

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Not unless threatened or bribed~ I am always looking to make friends with Fellow fic writers, Sans Self Shippers, and Undertale/ Anime lovers! Feel free to interact with me, pop into my inbox, and gush about cute bone boys. If you read/post about my fics or rune-bless, draw stuff for them, PLEASE tag the hell out of me so I can scream to the heavens.

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