Hi! I’m ✦Asaila✦
I mainly write Undertale fanfics and still continue improving my writing to this day as I explore more ideas, dynamics, and emotional storytelling along the way. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy the journey with me💜
✦ This blog will mostly be used for:
💜 AO3 updates
💜 Story thoughts/headcanons
💜 Sneak peeks/snippets
💜 Occasional art exclusives
💜 Screaming about my own characters
✦ Current Longfic:
💜 More Than Meets The Eye (Poly-fic)(TAG: #MTMTE)
✦ One-shot Shenanigans Series:
💜 A Controlled Kind of Catastrophe (Reader & Ink & Error) (Platonic)
💜 Your Honor, Those Are My Sons (Divorced Step-mother Reader & FSG!Gaster & Wine & Coffee) (Platonic)
✦ Tags:
#MTMTE Art Exclusives, #asaila fic updates
- More to add later on
Chapter 32: One ‘Can’ Wait (More Than Meets The Eye)
💜 Short Summary:
Y/N returns to class while still sick, which is definitely responsible and not a terrible idea at all.
Rus, unfortunately, notices immediately.
Between medicine reminders, stolen crackers, and one very nervous conversation after class, something between them finally changes.
Meanwhile, a single saved can of coffee waits at the convenience store.
💜 Short Summary:
Y/N is sick, stubborn, and absolutely terrible at resting.
After a trip to the school clinic, Rus finds her trying to handle everything alone and decides that, unfortunately for her, he is not letting that happen.
Medicine, motorcycles, trust, and a very dangerous use of the word “girlfriend”.
Meanwhile, Edge finally returns to the convenience store after nearly a week away… only to find that something is missing.
Or rather, someone.
Chapter 30: Not As Usual (More Than Meets The Eye)
💜 Short Summary:
Some routines are easier to notice when they suddenly stop.
Edge has not returned to the convenience store, and Y/N is absolutely, definitely, very normally not waiting for him.
Meanwhile, Rus learns more about Y/N’s past than he wanted to know, and the line between caring and protecting becomes harder to ignore.
A missing customer. A saved coffee. A name from the past. A feverish night with too many thoughts.
Nothing is usual anymore.
Chapter 29: Proof You Were Listening (More Than Meets The Eye)
💜 Short Summary:
Sometimes, the smallest things are the hardest to ignore.
A gift that should have worked. A conversation that feels too honest for midnight. A stack of boxes left in plain sight. A dying pen noticed without being mentioned.
Edge returns to the convenience store with questions he does not fully know how to ask.
Y/N answers with sincerity she does not know how to hide.
Yet... something small begins to matter more than it should.
Chapter 28: Small Things (More Than Meets The Eye)
💜 Short Summary:
Small things have a way of becoming important before anyone realizes it.
A remembered drink. A question asked too carefully. A rude stranger on the sidewalk. A conversation that turns heavier than expected.
Y/N’s routine continues to change:
Edge starts learning what it means to truly notice someone.
Red crosses her path.
And Rus finds one more reason to worry.
💜 Short Summary:
Some things become part of your routine before you realize they were ever unusual.
✦ Rus is acting different.
✦ Edge is noticing things he cannot explain.
And somewhere between what feels normal and what feels wrong… something quietly begins to become usual.
Chapter 26: The Space You Left Behind (More Than Meets The Eye)
💜 Short Summary:
Some memories return softly.
Others come back like a wound reopening.
And for Rus, remembering you means learning how to hold on without pulling you apart.
Chapter 25: When You Stayed (More Than Meets The Eye)
💜 Short Summary:
Sometimes you don't notice how much someone matters until they aren't there.
And sometimes, all it takes is one ordinary moment to remember why they stayed.
While I'm working on future chapters of More Than Meets The Eye, I thought it would be fun to open the ask box for a bit!
✦Feel free to send:
💜 MTMTE questions
💜 Character headcanons
💜 Small "what if" scenarios
💜 Undertale AU questions
💜 General chaos
I'll try to answer what I can while avoiding major spoilers. 👀
Whether you want to ask about the skeletons, Y/N, certain dynamics, random scenarios, or just throw me into emotional damage territory, feel free!
Let's have some fun while I continue staring at my drafts and questioning my life choices. 💀
Chapter 24: Like You Were Always There (More Than Meets The Eye)
💜 Short Summary:
Some people enter your life all at once.
Others become part of your routine so gradually that you don't notice until they're already there.
Chapter 23: A Strange Kind of Normal (More Than Meets The Eye)
💜 Short Summary:
Between graduation worries, work shifts, and an ex who still doesn't understand what 'blocked' means, Y/N is simply trying to survive adulthood.
Unfortunately, life becomes significantly more complicated when a certain frog-loving skeleton somehow becomes part of her routine.
And then another skeleton walks into her convenience store...
You know how "Your Honor, Those Are My Sons" was supposed to be a short oneshot?
hahaha... I lied. 💀
Not intentionally (I did add 1/2 chapter in my AO3, subject to change if I felt like to not continue it). My custody battle brainrot simply refused to cooperate.
The result? Chapter 2 exists. The courtroom exists. Coffee emotionally assassinated several people. And I used the last surviving brain cell I had in the process.
You're welcome.
Chapter 2 <<<Here
Before anyone says anything:
Yes, I ended it on a cliffhanger. No, I will not be fixing that.
Good luck, Gaster. I believe in you.
(Actually, I don't)
Chapter 1 excerpt under the cut:
The apartment felt too quiet. Not unfamiliar. Not uncomfortable. Just… empty in a way you hadn’t prepared for.
You stood in the middle of the kitchen for a moment, staring at the unopened boxes still sitting near the dining table. Half of them contained your own belongings. The other half didn’t: Wine’s preferred coffee beans, Coffee’s favorite instant noodles, extra blankets, and a game console charger Coffee constantly forgot to bring home.
You exhaled softly through your nose before opening one of the cabinets. “Okay…” you murmured quietly to yourself. “This is fine”
The divorce finalized three days ago. Ten years reduced into paperwork, signatures, asset division, and one disturbingly calm conversation between lawyers. At least it ended cleanly. Well… mostly cleanly. You accepted the settlement without much argument. Ten million was excessive, honestly. More than enough to comfortably rebuild your life somewhere quieter if you wanted to.
But moving far away never really crossed your mind. Because realistically? The boys would probably still visit sometimes. Maybe Coffee would stop by after classes when he got overwhelmed again. Maybe Wine would continue raiding your kitchen at midnight pretending he “just happened to be nearby.” A faint smile tugged at your mouth despite yourself. Yeah. You could work with that.
You opened another cabinet and paused. “I should probably buy more mugs” Wine kept breaking them.
The thought came so naturally it almost hurt. Your phone rang. You blinked before reaching for it from the counter. Unknown number. You answered absently. “Hello?”
“Good afternoon, ma’am. This is Attorney Hale from Dr. Gaster’s legal department. I apologize for disturbing you after the settlement was finalized, but there are still several clauses requiring verbal clarification”
You leaned against the counter slightly. “That’s fine. Go ahead”
The lawyer continued professionally, “Regarding the property transfer timeline and the non-contact agreement-”
Your brain stalled. “…The what?”
A pause. “The non-contact clause, ma’am”
The kitchen suddenly felt very far away. You straightened slowly. “I’m sorry. Repeat that?”
“The agreement prohibiting direct communication between yourself and Dr. Gaster’s sons following the divorce”
Silence. Your grip tightened around the phone. “There’s a clause preventing me from speaking to the boys?”
Another pause. “Yes, ma’am. It was included within the finalized settlement conditions”
Something cold dropped violently into your stomach. “There has to be some mistake”
“I assure you there is not ma’am”
Your pulse started pounding hard enough to hurt. You pulled the documents sitting nearby toward yourself, flipping through them quickly. Dense legal text blurred together beneath your eyes. Then you saw it. Page thirty-seven. Subsection four. No further contact.
Your vision blurred for a second. What the fuck.
“What exactly qualifies as contact?” Your voice came out dangerously calm.
“Phone calls, text correspondence, physical visits, social media interaction, indirect messaging through third parties-”
You hung up.
The silence afterward rang loudly in your ears. For a moment, you just stood there staring at the papers in front of you. Then anger hit. Not sadness. Not grief. Pure, blistering anger.
Coffee asking if he could still visit during exam weeks. Wine stealing leftovers straight from your fridge while pretending he wasn’t emotionally attached enough to miss you. Ten years. Ten fucking years. And Gaster thought he could reduce all of it into a legal clause?
“Oh, absolutely not” You grabbed your coat immediately.
The elevator doors opened, and the entire executive floor immediately knew something was wrong. Your heels struck sharply against the marble flooring with enough force that several employees looked up from their desks almost instantly.
“Mrs. Gaster?”
You ignored the greeting entirely. Someone else straightened nervously in their chair. “Should we-”
“Nope” another employee whispered immediately. “Absolutely not”
Because everyone in the company knew two things: Dr. Gaster’s wife never caused scenes, and if she finally was? Nobody wanted to be involved.
You reached the office doors without slowing. The assistant barely had time to stand. “Ma’am, he’s currently in-”
You opened the door anyway.
Gaster glanced up from his paperwork. “You’re here earlier than expected”
“What is the meaning of the non-contact clause?”
Silence. Even the assistant outside froze. Gaster stared at you for a moment before calmly setting his pen down. “I assumed the lawyers already discussed that with you”
“You assumed wrong”
His expression barely shifted. “Then allow me to clarify now”
The calmness in his voice made something dangerously hot twist in your chest. “You are no longer permitted contact with the boys following the divorce settlement”
You laughed once. Not because it was funny, but because your brain genuinely failed to process the sentence. “Excuse me?”
“It is the cleanest arrangement moving forward”
Cleanest? Like Coffee crying himself sick would be clean. Like Wine pretending he didn’t care while wrecking half the house would be clean.
You stared at him in disbelief. “You cannot be serious”
“I am”
“And you thought you didn’t need to discuss this with me first?”
“The marriage was contractual from the beginning” His voice remained maddeningly level. “You accepted the settlement”
Your stomach dropped. Oh- Ohh.. he genuinely fucking thought- “You think I took the money and stopped caring”
Gaster remained silent. That answer was enough to make something inside you snap.
You crossed the room before he could respond further. Gaster brassily had time to stand before your hand closed around his tie sharply enough to yank him forward. The movement startled him. Not because it hurt, but because in ten years of marriage, you had never once done something so openly emotional.
His hands instinctively caught themselves against the edge of the desk as you glared up at him with genuine fury. “You do not get to decide whether I can speak to those boys”
Your voice shook violently with restraint. “I raised them for ten years” Another sharp pull of his tie. “They cried to me. I attended every conference. Every fever. Every breakdown. Every birthday”
For the first time since entering the office, Gaster looked genuinely caught off guard.
“You think I stayed because of a paycheck?” Your laugh sounded sharp enough to cut glass. “Congratulations, doctor. You are somehow even more emotionally incompetent than I originally estimated”
Somewhere beneath the anger, Gaster felt something dangerously close to fascination. You looked furious. Alive. Real in a way he had not seen in years. And for one horribly mistimed second… he thought you looked beautiful.
Then you released his tie abruptly. The fabric snapped back against his chest.
“See you in court, jerk”
The office door slammed hard enough to rattle the glass walls behind you. Silence followed immediately afterward. Several employees outside pretended to work with the intensity of people trying to survive a natural disaster.
Meanwhile, Gaster remained standing beside his desk, staring silently at the closed door. His tie was still crooked. And for the first time since finalizing the divorce, he realized he may have made a mistake.
