#sombertale

but my Aus redesigned

Since i’ve been redesigning my Aus and rethinking their whole gimmicks, I thought i’d do the same with the PJ’s Daycare version of them with additional information about them in the Alt text

I’ve arranged them from oldest to youngest and if any of them seems interesting, more posts will come about them don’t worry

(This writing is old and I'd like to eventually re-write this, so keep that in mind.)

“Sans, could you pull that lever behind you?” Gaster said in his low, authoritative voice.

Sans took a couple steps backwards, and reached for the lever, “Will do.”

Gaster backed up from the chamber, almost walking into the wall. They were surrounded by various desks, with writing utensils, papers, and an assortment of tools laying around. A couple of feet to Sans’s left was the exit door. In front of Gaster was a chamber with a single grey soul glowing faintly in the dim light.

Gaster put his arms behind his back, whilst Sans crossed his fingers. The glass containing the soul began to shudder, shaking remnants of past projects off of the structure onto the ground below. The glass began to crack slowly, as well as the soul inside.

Gaster quickly turned to Sans, who was hesitating. “Turn it off, Sans! You know what would happen if it were to break!”

Sans quickly pulled the lever upwards, causing the shaking to cease. Gaster quickly walked up to the chamber, examining it swiftly. He frowned upon discovering the liquids were pouring out from behind it. “Sans, get me towels,” he commanded, “quickly.”

Sans quickly broke for the door. Gaster rolled up his sleeves, reconfiguring the wires behind the chamber. “Blasted device. Never works,” he mumbled under his breath.

Sans ran into the room with multiple towels in his arms. “This good?” he asked, holding them out to Gaster.

“Quite,” he answered, taking them in his arms and setting them down next to him.

“Need any more help?” Sans asked, crouching down next to Gaster examining the mess.

“Take your break. You’ve done plenty. My thanks,” Gaster said as he wiped up the mess. “Oh, actually, could you drain the water out of this old thing? If it breaks we are in quite the trouble.” Sans nodded and walked to the other side of the chamber. Several beeps sounded, then the water began to drain out of a tube in the back.

“Thank you Sans, you’ve done quite well.” Gaster stood up, stretching. Sans walked over to a nearby chair and sat down rather roughly. He let out a sigh of relief and reached for a nearby bag.

Gaster crouched down again and continued to mess with the assortment of wires. He sighed and wiped his brow.

“You sure you don’t need any more help?” Sans asked, opening the bag he was reaching for.

“No, I’m quite alright, thank you,” he replied, “I'm just tired, that's all.”

“I’ll bet,” Sans took a small bite of his sandwich, “you’ve been working tirelessly for weeks now. Give yourself a break. We all need one every once in a while, buddy.”

Gaster coughed and winced, “I’ll be fine. Besides, the whole Underground depends on me.”

Sans sighed, “Gaster, nobody said that. We can wait. We’ve made it this far, right?” he started spinning in his chair in circles, taking a small bite of his lunch every once in a while.

Gaster stood up and began to walk towards Sans. He sat down on a chair next to him and glanced around the room, “That does not mean we can all stay alive forever.”

Sans laughed, “We can sure try.”

Gaster chuckled and rested his chin on the palm of his hand, “We’ve got to do something though. We can’t just give up entirely...” he said.

“Guess you’ve got a point there.”

They sat there for a while, Gaster staring into nothing, thinking, while Sans ate his lunch.

“Hey Gaster?” Sans said, looking up from his lunch. Gaster said nothing but raised his brow, looking at him.

“Where’s Alphys? I haven't seen her in two or three days,” Sans finished and set the bag down on the table to his left.

“Oh. Hm, I can’t say I’ve seen her in the past few days either,” Gaster held his chin, pondering, “though I did hear that she has been awfully ill,” he finished.

“Weird,” Sans added.

Gaster frowned, “Indeed. She has been slacking, in my opinion. We need her and she knows that.”

Sans shrugged, “We are fever in her debt, anyway,” he said, grinning wide.

Gaster hid a grin, “Yes. Though she just flu away when I told her we needed her help,” They both began to grin wide and laughed.

“Clever,” Sans said once the laughter had died down. He reached for his bag and pulled out a beetroot, “though you can never beet mean in puns,” He said grinning wide yet again.

Gaster laughed, “No, of course not. Though I used to be a pun master when I was younger.”

“Really?” Sans asked, putting the beetroot back into the bag.

Gaster nodded, “That’s where you got your taste for puns and jokes. I was quite the joke myself in my youth,” He smiled, thinking back to his childhood, “but those days are far behind me.”

Sans opened and closed his mouth multiple times, not knowing what he should say. Gaster sat up and began to walk into the next room, “You are free to leave. The day is about done and I’m sure Papyrus is eager for your return,” he said, turning to face Sans.

“Alright,” He got up, picking up his necessities, “see you tomorrow, G.” he said with a quick salute.

“Mhm. Tell your brother I said hello,” Gaster exited the room smiling.

Sans took one last look around the lab and then made his leave through the door, leaving nothing but a heavy sigh to replace his absence.

He walked through Hotland, past the rough ravines and pools of lava, thankfully without running into any trouble. Though what trouble would there be? He walked along the rough path beside a large cliff that went up far above his head. Sans loved Hotland to an extent. Though he didn’t love the heat, he enjoyed the views and the inhabitants. He continued to walk along the path until he finally reached the beginning of Waterfall.

He smiled at the sight. Waterfall was a beautiful place with blue trees, lakes, cat tails, and many more breathtaking sights. Sans was in love with this place and would always venture out here to think or to relax. It was his quiet place as well as so many others.

He continued to follow the path and came upon a small lake with some lily pads floating round the water. He decided to sit here for a while. Papyrus wouldn’t mind if he sat here a little bit.

He let out a sigh of relief once he sat down.

I should do this more often. Sans thought, looking around the lake. Though I should probably get back to Paps.

He stood up slowly, wishing that he could stay longer, but his brother would get worried if he was away from home too long. Sans appreciated how much Papyrus would care for him and how much he worried, but sometimes it would get slightly tiresome. Either way, he still appreciated it.

Sans began to walk away from the lake, leaving the silence and solitude for another time. He began walking down the path to Snowdin, every once in a while glancing around, taking time to soak in the beauty.

After roughly ten minutes of walking he arrived at the entrance to Snowdin, a quiet town covered in snow where himself and his brother lived, along with an assortment of other monsters. He continued to walk through the snow, leaving a trail of tracks in his place.

He finally arrived at his house, which was covered in snow and lights. He opened the door only to be greeted by Papyrus, who after a glance from the couch, got up suddenly and embraced Sans.

“G-geez, Papyrus. What’s with the sudden hug?” Sans asked, attempting to return the embrace.

“Sans, it’s eight o’clock! You never come home this late!” Papyrus let go of Sans and closed the door behind him.

Sans smiled, “Well, did you even leave me any dinner?”

Papyrus looked at Sans, backing up slightly, “What? I never have dinner without you.”

“Er, no. It’s a pun, Paps. It’s eight. That’s an even number. Did you even leave…” Sans trailed off, realizing the disappointed look on his brother’s face.

“Sans, that’s not even a good one,” Papyrus turned around and walked into the kitchen.

“W-well… at least I got home at an even hour…” Sans mumbled.

“What is it with you and even numbers? You always have to be home in an even hour and whenever I wake you up at five, you say ‘Oh, sorry, Paps. I can’t get up because it’s an odd hour!’ I’m starting to think that it’s just an excuse,” Papyrus said, turning to Sans with a confused look on his face.

“No, nope, nada, never. Why would I ever do that? I just have this weird feeling that something bad is going to happen if I wake up at an odd hour,” Sans grinned wide at his brother. “it'll make my day odd.”

Papyrus groaned, “Forget I said anything…”

Sans took off his lab coat and his hoodie, revealing a black tank top underneath, “What’s for dinner?”

Papyrus finished what he was doing and began walking up the stairs, but stopped to answer Sans’ question, “Nothing from me. I’m quite tired and I’ve been working all day on the house. If you want something then you can make it,” Papyrus resumed walking up the stairs, “Just don’t burn down the kitchen.”

Sans shrugged and walked towards the couch nearby, only to slump down on it lazily.

❗Warning : Negative❗

SomberTale PapySans

What caused Sans to be like that wasn't the Player, but rather that he was overloaded, leading him to self-destruct.

My gloomy AU

Sombertale doodles where I only inked my favorite one.