Hello! You may know us from our UT AUs @dhundertale and @droughtale (but if not, please check out those AUs too!)
You can call us “Crew”, since it would probably be hard to keep up with all our names. We are a plural system with diagnosed Dissociative Identity Disorder (we also have diagnosed autism, PTSD, anxiety, and depression.)
About the asks
While we draw pictures in response for our asks on dhundertale, asks here will be purely written, simply because we dont have the time to draw for both ask series.
That means that answers will be given for this AU faster than they are for our other AUs, since writing comes naturally faster to us.
Please don’t ask anything NSFW to Frisk (or anyone else) in this AU. Frisk is a child, and asking the adults weird stuff is just…not really the point of this AU.
Asker magic will only be allowed sometimes. We prefer for askers to be somewhat distant from the characters here, unlike in our DH ask series.
About the AU
In this AU, Frisk (and by extension, Chara) decided not to fight Asgore. They instead returned to the skelebros and took up Papyrus’s offer to live with him and Sans.
Sans and Papyrus take in Frisk without question, and begin treating them as a younger sibling.
How will things play out now that Frisk is a part of the skelefam?
How does Flowey react to this, seeing as his previous plans were shot out the window?
How do the skelebros keep Frisk safe from the Royal Guards’ capture?
Was fighting Asgore the only reason Frisk decided not to continue…or perhaps, they believed they had nothing to return to on the surface?
Sword Frisk: *Stella floats down and plays with their hair ruffling their hair. Not in a messy way but in a comforting playful way* Cute little bean~ You’re so adorable. And it’s sweet you think of me as your idol~ *giggles*
*Frisk looks up at them, eyes wide and sparkling. They immediately lunge at them to give them a hug. They whisper-shout, which is the equivalent of yelling in their terms*
"You came back!"
*They giggle and do a happy-twirl while hugging Stella. They are pretty strong for their age, so they have no problem swinging them around.*
"Does this mean we are friends???" *they whisper excitedly*
*They bury their face into Stella's shoulder. Meanwhile, Papyrus was putting the newly-sorted dough-pieces into the oven. He turns around...*
*...*
*. . .*
"SAAAAANNSSS!! WHY IS THERE ANOTHER HUMAN IN OUR KITCHEN!?"
*...Frisk eyes fill with tears. This is the best present they could have ever received. Its like an early birthday gift, except the joy of it will last forever.*
*They spin Stella around once more, whisper-shouting over and over again*
*Frisk nuzzles their face into Stella's, hugging them tight, feet stomping excitedly. If Stella lets them, they'll cuddle them for hours. *
"Of course I do!" *they whisper-shout. Their voice is a bit scratchy; seems that even whispering puts strain on them.*
"You're the coolest Frisk ever! I heard all about you! You're a hero...! And now you're my friend...!"
*Their eyes light up. Seems their mind is running wild with ideas of things to do with their new friend.*
"Do you want to build blocks with me? Or draw? Or or or read something?? Or watch TV?? Or-"
*their rambling dies down, as they realize after a moment that Stella might have other things to do. Their expression falls a bit, but they still have a small smile* "Or!! maybe...if not now, some other time?"
*They grin happily, pulling Stella towards the ginormous sink in the skelebros kitchen, all the while with their arms wrapped around Stella. Their throat seems to have died out after much more whispering than theyre used to, so they don't say anything.*
*They enter the room under the sink...immediately, Stella can see its been re-vamped to be Frisk's room...it has everything Frisk needs, minus a bed, since they sleep with Papyrus.*
*On the right side of the room there is dresser, a wardrobe closet, a basket of regular toys + a basket of puzzle-games, and a large play-mat.*
*On the left side of the room there is a couch, a monster-soul shaped bean-bag, a table with art-supplies in a box (if Stella looks inside, they can see paper, colored paper, crayons, pens, pencils, popsicle sticks, glue, tape, staplers, pipe cleaners, even a sewing kit with fabric and clothes-dye). Underneath the couch, beanbag, & table is an art-mat, just in case any paint-spills or similar happen, or if Frisk decides to sit on the floor while making art.*
*Hanging on the back walls are photographs of people...specifically, children...all of which are either hugging or playing with each other, or with Frisk...*
*Frisk looks at Stella with a huge, albeit somewhat nervous smile, as if anxious of what their friend will think of their room.*
*Frisk bounces excitedly, lifting up Stella and spinning around a few times in excitement, before setting them back down. They pull Stella over to the right side of the room, and pull out three boxes from their basket of puzzles.*
*One is a puzzle-map of the Underground. The second one is a puzzle of skeletons on a pirate boat. The third one is of a white dog cuddling a Temmie.*
*They look at Stella, as if asking 'which one?' The last thing they want is to bore their friend. Besides, its more fun to have Stella choose.*
*Frisk laughs, squinting a bit as the sparkles hit their face. A spark of inspiration hits them, and they excitedly stomp their feet, as if remembering something cool. They open up their hands and concentrate - both of their eyes begin to glow, and blue and orange sparks appear in their hands, until...*
*...it formed into a distorted and blurry set of bones. Frisk looks extremely proud of themself.*
*The bones fade out and they clap their hands together happily, nodding enthusiastically. They bounce up and down in joy, before turning back to the puzzles, and picking the puzzle of pirate-skeletons, setting in on the playmat, and sitting on the floor. They pat the spot next to them.*
*Frisk looks at Stella, curious about their pin, as well as that expression they made. They pour out the puzzle pieces and sort them based on color into piles.*
*They look at Stella, and mouth 'is something wrong?'*
*Frisk smiles and blushes, before beginning to work on the boat in the puzzle. Though they have do have the feeling Stella is leaving something out...*
*With the newfound information Stella has...the pictures of the people with Frisk, hanging on the wall...it has an entirely different context.*
*They stare at the picture and then look at Cupid…… They put their arm around them and pull them to the side for them to lay the side of their head against Stella’s side of their head. They rub Cupid’s arm as they hold them*
*It takes a moment for Cupid to understand what Stella is talking about...but once they do, they slowly put down the puzzle pieces, and hug back. They look at the photos on the wall...contemplating...and then mouth a response*
'I know...it wasn't theirs, either...' *their grip against Stella tightens* 'The only people at fault are the people who killed them...'
*Tears well up in their eyes, and they wipe them away hastefully, before they can drip down. They dont like the sensation of tears on their face.*
*They take a few long, deep breaths, attempting to calm themself. They mouth '1,2,3...3,2,1...' repeatedly. It seems to help. The tears slow to a stop.*
*...there is a moment of tension, before they look at Stella and whisper*
"Would you like to know about them...? While we make our puzzle...?"
*They lean further into Stella. Theres a moment of silence as they consider everything...slowly, their eyes turn ruby red, and their cheeks gain a pink tint...it seems Chara is helping them speak. They still speak in a whisper, but their throat isn't strained anymore.*
"I'll start with Navaeh, because her hair looked like yours...she moved from London two years ago so she has a pretty accent!"
*they swoon, blushing and giggling- their sadness seems to dissipate the more they talk*
"She makes comic books. She's always wanted to be a comic-creator when she grows up. Her art is really good for her age! Shes eleven. She was my first kiss, too! Though don't tell my mommys. Theyll be mad for kissing someone while so young."
*...they don't seem to notice that theyre talking about her in present-tense. Its probably best not to point it out. They look down at the puzzle and point at an empty space*
"...Can you help me find the piece that goes here?"
*They smile listening closely. Honestly the concept of “pretense” has lost its meaning to Stella. Because thanks to their father they learned that if you truly remember someone, then they exist…. Heck that’s how they were kept alive thanks to him.*
"Okay!" they kiss Stella's cheek, seeming to do so instinctually, "Of all of them, I've known Anders longest. I met him in Kindergarten! He's ten. He was my first crush!" *they giggle* "He's really good at styling hair and makeup! His uncle is a drag queen, so he learned from him. He would do all of our outfits when we got ready for church on Sunday!"
*They continue putting together the puzzle, speeding up rapidly the more they speak*
"And then Lucielle! She's the youngest of us. She's eight. Her parents give her lots of allowance money. After school, she always took us to Tobies- which is a restaurant her Grandpa owns! She'd buy us drinks, and we'd all share three orders of fries and chicken strips! She wants to work there with her Grandpa when she grows up! I bet she would have loved to see Grillbys..."
*They look a bit sad for a moment...but shake it off, and continue*
"Wish is my age! He's only older than me by exactly nine days! We were even born at the same time- 9:52! Isn't that crazy?" they giggle, "He is in taekwondo and boxing! So he is really strong. He's the fastest kid in school! He's won the school race the last two years!"
*they clap their hands together excitedly - they seem very proud of him. Stella gets the feeling they were there cheering him on from the sidelines in every activity he was doing*
"Me, Wish, Lucielle, and Angelica met during the school play! Angelica was in charge of it - they convinced the school to open drama club! She acts a lot. She carries around a camera around and films mini-movies with us! Its really fun! She took all those pictures!" *they gesture to the wall of photos*
"Angelica was best friends with Malo, so she introduced us! He fit in our group right away. He's a huge bookworm! Which is nice, because he reads stories to us! He's also the one who suggested our promise..."
*....*
*they look at Stella, a mix of grief and love on their expression*
"...We promised to be together forever...and have a family together when we grew older."
*Stella listens and helps. Quite surprised by the cheek kiss but doesn’t mind… They listen close till the end….*
*They get an idea.*
*They just hope they like it and it doesn’t hurt them emotionally. They look at the paper and their pin glows. They hold out their hand and the picture on the wall with everyone Cupid knew slowly turn into small magic ghost like spirits. They all come out of the paper and slowly float around Cupid. Smiling happily dancing around their head. It was like they were little fairies… And finally all at once they hugged Cupid’s head with their tiny bodies. Even if they were simple magic copies. Stella at least gave them a chance to let them be with Cupid in some form that felt even more real to them*
*Stella hugs Cupid with the little drawing fairies. Hoping their words make sense and cheer them up*
*Cupid lies in the hug for a moment, thinking...their mind seems to be racing...meanwhile, Guardian views from the background...and has begun to grow emotional.*
*...*
*Slowly, Cupid pulls away from the hug after a moment, staring at the magic in Stella's hand...they begin to tremble and wraps their arms around themself. Tears build in their eyes and fall down, but they seem too distracted to notice for now...*
(Mood music: Running Up That Hill)
"...I-I know they'll always b-be a-alive in my memories..." *Cupid barely musters to whisper, voice breaking from whimpers* "...b-but I-I..."
*...they glance at the floor, unable to form words...then glance back at Stella...*
*...Guardian steps closer, concerned for their friend...but right as it does, Cupid turns, quick as the wind and re-hugs Stella. They bury their face against their shirt, getting it immediately wet with tears...*
*Cupid continues to hug Stella, sobbing and resting in their arms. Talking about this, when its only been a few weeks since discovering their bodies...its very difficult for them...*
*...*
*...Guardian floats over and...a bit hesitantly...hugs both of them. It seems they are also struggling...though Stella can tell that their words are going to help both Frisk & Chara in their journey of recovery.*
*Guardian wipes the the tears from Cupid's face, so that it won't bother them when they notice...*
"C'mon, my darling cupid...you don't wanna leave the puzzle unfinished, do'ya? You hate unfinished puzzles!" *Guardian says in a light, teasing voice. Though Stella can tell its their way of pulling Cupid out of it before they fall too deep...*
*Cupid sniffles and gently pokes their head out, looking back and forth between Guardian and Stella, unsure...*
*Cupid nods, wrapping one arm each around both Stella and Guardian in response*
"Thank you..." *they whisper*
"You don't ever have to thank me, Frisk..." *Guardian responds with a blush*
...
*...Cupid unwraps their arms from both of them after a moment, in order to start working on the puzzle again. Guardian sits nearby, slightly awkward due to its social anxiety.*
*Once the puzzles are completed, Cupid pulls back and smiles happily. Guardian smiles as well.*
"Its beautiful...!" *they whisper exclaim, clapping their hands together happily. They pull out their phone and snap a picture of it, and then wrap an arm around both Stella and Guardian, turning the phone to selfie mode and looking at them both for approval. Guardian's face is bright red upon Cupid touching it.*
Its been seven years! What an amazing time. Wish we could have done something for this year, but life has bit us in the ass and we haven't had the time or energy for it. Hopefully next year we will, though!
Thank you Toby Fox for making such an amazing game. And thank you fandom for giving us a space to freely express ourselves and our ideas!
Always remember to have perseverance through all of the hardships of the world.
To keep integrity in your heart, even when those around you are deceitful.
To be patient with your abilities and the abilities of those in your life.
To stay kind to yourself and others, even when it seems as though you are the only one to do so.
To seek justice for those who have been wronged and outcasted.
To push through the terrors of life with bravery, facing your fears with the strength you acquire.
And, of course...to keep determination in your heart, pushing through until you make it.
I know Frisk is nonbinary and has autism and D.I.D and Papyrus has autism, does Sans have anything like that? (Personally I Headcanon him to be trans male but I'm not tryna pressure you guys into anything 😊)
Sans is a trans-man in all our AUs, actually! :D Our LGBTQIA+ headcanons for all characters are always the same, except for Frisk & Chara, which change depending on the AU.
(Our mental health headcanons change depending on the AU, though.)
Sans is also polyamorous, asexual, and demi-biromantic. He has PTSD and Major Depressive Disorder (or depression for short.)
As you mentioned, Papyrus and Cupid (Frisk) are autistic, and Cupid is the host/core of a DID system...but thats not all!
Papyrus also has PTSD! And he is genderfluid, homosexual/vincian, and demi-panromantic. And Cupid is agender, polyamorous, greyace, and panromantic!
ALSO! You didn't mention them, so we thought we might as well, since its gonna be one of the main characters; Guardian (Chara) has OCD, is intersex, non-binary, and is abrosexual!
So yeah! Lots of representation going on with both queer topics and mental health. Thats one of the main aspects of Underfamily as a story, actually!
So sorry, my camera quality is very bad and I had to draw traditional style, but I hope you like it!
I also lost a picture and sadly couldn't get Sans fully in the shots, but that's alright. You can see him poking in their well enough. Also was experimenting on Papyrus' design, so he looks different in both drawings. His mouth is difficult! But I like the top Papyrus most.
Also, also, also! Your Frisk is sooooo fun to draw! They are very pretty.
OMG OMG OMG!!!! WE LOVE, LOVE, LOVE YOUR ART STYLE!!! ❤❤❤ QwQ gonna cry its so beautiful
You captured sweet lil Cupid's energy perfectly!! The one of them crying just absolutely breaks our hearts, you drew it so well T~T
And you draw Papyrus so well, his shapes are excellent!! His greatness truly shows through your style!!
This literally brightened up our morning so so much, thank you so so much!!!
Ask for the crew! Is it ok to make fan comics/works of this AU as long as you are given credit?
OH GOD YES. Please, please feel free to create things!! We would love that! Do tag our account or send it in asks if you do, so we can see it and share it with others!
The fact that anyone wants to spend time and artistic talent on our AUs makes us very happy and honored! Thank you for that.
*Papyrus is in the background looking as though his skull may implode from the information he was just given. Sans, on the other hand, continues answering questions like nothing happened.*
"i mean, yeah. everyone in the underground has, i'd think. they're our main form of transportation."
Just a question but who all do you guys know throughout the underground?
"EXCELLENT QUESTION! I HAVE THE SAME ONE FOR SANS. WHO IS EVERYONE YOU KNOW AND EXACTLY WHAT KIND OF RELATIONSHIP DO YOU HAVE?"
*Sans scratches the back of his head awkwardly, looking a bit ashamed. Papyrus has his hands on his hips, an annoyed (and slightly hurt) expression on his face. He is not going to back down, knowing now that Sans had a secret relationship.*
"c'mon Paps, its not like that...it was a long time ago. you were a babybones."
"WELL, BABYBONES OR NOT, I STILL AM SHOCKED YOU WOULD HIDE YOUR LOVE LIFE FROM ME!"
*Sans stands, gently grabbing Papyrus's gloved hands, and looking up at him.*
"i just didn't wanna get your hopes up back then, Paps. it was so soon after...yknow...ya have'ta understand that. i was lookin' out for you."
*Papyrus's expression softens. He looks down at Sans's hands in his, and gently squeezes them*
"WELL...I'LL FORGIVE YOU! BUT ONLY IF YOU TELL ME WHO IT WAS."
*Sans sighs, letting go of Papyrus's hands and looking away awkwardly. He doesn't want to say it, but...dragging this out would only be worse.*
Sword Frisk: *Stella floats down and plays with their hair ruffling their hair. Not in a messy way but in a comforting playful way* Cute little bean~ You’re so adorable. And it’s sweet you think of me as your idol~ *giggles*
*Frisk looks up at them, eyes wide and sparkling. They immediately lunge at them to give them a hug. They whisper-shout, which is the equivalent of yelling in their terms*
"You came back!"
*They giggle and do a happy-twirl while hugging Stella. They are pretty strong for their age, so they have no problem swinging them around.*
"Does this mean we are friends???" *they whisper excitedly*
*They bury their face into Stella's shoulder. Meanwhile, Papyrus was putting the newly-sorted dough-pieces into the oven. He turns around...*
*...*
*. . .*
"SAAAAANNSSS!! WHY IS THERE ANOTHER HUMAN IN OUR KITCHEN!?"
*...Frisk eyes fill with tears. This is the best present they could have ever received. Its like an early birthday gift, except the joy of it will last forever.*
*They spin Stella around once more, whisper-shouting over and over again*
*Frisk nuzzles their face into Stella's, hugging them tight, feet stomping excitedly. If Stella lets them, they'll cuddle them for hours. *
"Of course I do!" *they whisper-shout. Their voice is a bit scratchy; seems that even whispering puts strain on them.*
"You're the coolest Frisk ever! I heard all about you! You're a hero...! And now you're my friend...!"
*Their eyes light up. Seems their mind is running wild with ideas of things to do with their new friend.*
"Do you want to build blocks with me? Or draw? Or or or read something?? Or watch TV?? Or-"
*their rambling dies down, as they realize after a moment that Stella might have other things to do. Their expression falls a bit, but they still have a small smile* "Or!! maybe...if not now, some other time?"
*They grin happily, pulling Stella towards the ginormous sink in the skelebros kitchen, all the while with their arms wrapped around Stella. Their throat seems to have died out after much more whispering than theyre used to, so they don't say anything.*
*They enter the room under the sink...immediately, Stella can see its been re-vamped to be Frisk's room...it has everything Frisk needs, minus a bed, since they sleep with Papyrus.*
*On the right side of the room there is dresser, a wardrobe closet, a basket of regular toys + a basket of puzzle-games, and a large play-mat.*
*On the left side of the room there is a couch, a monster-soul shaped bean-bag, a table with art-supplies in a box (if Stella looks inside, they can see paper, colored paper, crayons, pens, pencils, popsicle sticks, glue, tape, staplers, pipe cleaners, even a sewing kit with fabric and clothes-dye). Underneath the couch, beanbag, & table is an art-mat, just in case any paint-spills or similar happen, or if Frisk decides to sit on the floor while making art.*
*Hanging on the back walls are photographs of people...specifically, children...all of which are either hugging or playing with each other, or with Frisk...*
*Frisk looks at Stella with a huge, albeit somewhat nervous smile, as if anxious of what their friend will think of their room.*
*Frisk bounces excitedly, lifting up Stella and spinning around a few times in excitement, before setting them back down. They pull Stella over to the right side of the room, and pull out three boxes from their basket of puzzles.*
*One is a puzzle-map of the Underground. The second one is a puzzle of skeletons on a pirate boat. The third one is of a white dog cuddling a Temmie.*
*They look at Stella, as if asking 'which one?' The last thing they want is to bore their friend. Besides, its more fun to have Stella choose.*
*Frisk laughs, squinting a bit as the sparkles hit their face. A spark of inspiration hits them, and they excitedly stomp their feet, as if remembering something cool. They open up their hands and concentrate - both of their eyes begin to glow, and blue and orange sparks appear in their hands, until...*
*...it formed into a distorted and blurry set of bones. Frisk looks extremely proud of themself.*
*The bones fade out and they clap their hands together happily, nodding enthusiastically. They bounce up and down in joy, before turning back to the puzzles, and picking the puzzle of pirate-skeletons, setting in on the playmat, and sitting on the floor. They pat the spot next to them.*
*Frisk looks at Stella, curious about their pin, as well as that expression they made. They pour out the puzzle pieces and sort them based on color into piles.*
*They look at Stella, and mouth 'is something wrong?'*
*Frisk smiles and blushes, before beginning to work on the boat in the puzzle. Though they have do have the feeling Stella is leaving something out...*
*With the newfound information Stella has...the pictures of the people with Frisk, hanging on the wall...it has an entirely different context.*
*They stare at the picture and then look at Cupid…… They put their arm around them and pull them to the side for them to lay the side of their head against Stella’s side of their head. They rub Cupid’s arm as they hold them*
*It takes a moment for Cupid to understand what Stella is talking about...but once they do, they slowly put down the puzzle pieces, and hug back. They look at the photos on the wall...contemplating...and then mouth a response*
'I know...it wasn't theirs, either...' *their grip against Stella tightens* 'The only people at fault are the people who killed them...'
*Tears well up in their eyes, and they wipe them away hastefully, before they can drip down. They dont like the sensation of tears on their face.*
*They take a few long, deep breaths, attempting to calm themself. They mouth '1,2,3...3,2,1...' repeatedly. It seems to help. The tears slow to a stop.*
*...there is a moment of tension, before they look at Stella and whisper*
"Would you like to know about them...? While we make our puzzle...?"
*They lean further into Stella. Theres a moment of silence as they consider everything...slowly, their eyes turn ruby red, and their cheeks gain a pink tint...it seems Chara is helping them speak. They still speak in a whisper, but their throat isn't strained anymore.*
"I'll start with Navaeh, because her hair looked like yours...she moved from London two years ago so she has a pretty accent!"
*they swoon, blushing and giggling- their sadness seems to dissipate the more they talk*
"She makes comic books. She's always wanted to be a comic-creator when she grows up. Her art is really good for her age! Shes eleven. She was my first kiss, too! Though don't tell my mommys. Theyll be mad for kissing someone while so young."
*...they don't seem to notice that theyre talking about her in present-tense. Its probably best not to point it out. They look down at the puzzle and point at an empty space*
"...Can you help me find the piece that goes here?"
*They smile listening closely. Honestly the concept of “pretense” has lost its meaning to Stella. Because thanks to their father they learned that if you truly remember someone, then they exist…. Heck that’s how they were kept alive thanks to him.*
"Okay!" they kiss Stella's cheek, seeming to do so instinctually, "Of all of them, I've known Anders longest. I met him in Kindergarten! He's ten. He was my first crush!" *they giggle* "He's really good at styling hair and makeup! His uncle is a drag queen, so he learned from him. He would do all of our outfits when we got ready for church on Sunday!"
*They continue putting together the puzzle, speeding up rapidly the more they speak*
"And then Lucielle! She's the youngest of us. She's eight. Her parents give her lots of allowance money. After school, she always took us to Tobies- which is a restaurant her Grandpa owns! She'd buy us drinks, and we'd all share three orders of fries and chicken strips! She wants to work there with her Grandpa when she grows up! I bet she would have loved to see Grillbys..."
*They look a bit sad for a moment...but shake it off, and continue*
"Wish is my age! He's only older than me by exactly nine days! We were even born at the same time- 9:52! Isn't that crazy?" they giggle, "He is in taekwondo and boxing! So he is really strong. He's the fastest kid in school! He's won the school race the last two years!"
*they clap their hands together excitedly - they seem very proud of him. Stella gets the feeling they were there cheering him on from the sidelines in every activity he was doing*
"Me, Wish, Lucielle, and Angelica met during the school play! Angelica was in charge of it - they convinced the school to open drama club! She acts a lot. She carries around a camera around and films mini-movies with us! Its really fun! She took all those pictures!" *they gesture to the wall of photos*
"Angelica was best friends with Malo, so she introduced us! He fit in our group right away. He's a huge bookworm! Which is nice, because he reads stories to us! He's also the one who suggested our promise..."
*....*
*they look at Stella, a mix of grief and love on their expression*
"...We promised to be together forever...and have a family together when we grew older."
*Stella listens and helps. Quite surprised by the cheek kiss but doesn’t mind… They listen close till the end….*
*They get an idea.*
*They just hope they like it and it doesn’t hurt them emotionally. They look at the paper and their pin glows. They hold out their hand and the picture on the wall with everyone Cupid knew slowly turn into small magic ghost like spirits. They all come out of the paper and slowly float around Cupid. Smiling happily dancing around their head. It was like they were little fairies… And finally all at once they hugged Cupid’s head with their tiny bodies. Even if they were simple magic copies. Stella at least gave them a chance to let them be with Cupid in some form that felt even more real to them*
*Stella hugs Cupid with the little drawing fairies. Hoping their words make sense and cheer them up*
*Cupid lies in the hug for a moment, thinking...their mind seems to be racing...meanwhile, Guardian views from the background...and has begun to grow emotional.*
*...*
*Slowly, Cupid pulls away from the hug after a moment, staring at the magic in Stella's hand...they begin to tremble and wraps their arms around themself. Tears build in their eyes and fall down, but they seem too distracted to notice for now...*
(Mood music: Running Up That Hill)
"...I-I know they'll always b-be a-alive in my memories..." *Cupid barely musters to whisper, voice breaking from whimpers* "...b-but I-I..."
*...they glance at the floor, unable to form words...then glance back at Stella...*
*...Guardian steps closer, concerned for their friend...but right as it does, Cupid turns, quick as the wind and re-hugs Stella. They bury their face against their shirt, getting it immediately wet with tears...*
*Cupid continues to hug Stella, sobbing and resting in their arms. Talking about this, when its only been a few weeks since discovering their bodies...its very difficult for them...*
*...*
*...Guardian floats over and...a bit hesitantly...hugs both of them. It seems they are also struggling...though Stella can tell that their words are going to help both Frisk & Chara in their journey of recovery.*
*Guardian wipes the the tears from Cupid's face, so that it won't bother them when they notice...*
"C'mon, my darling cupid...you don't wanna leave the puzzle unfinished, do'ya? You hate unfinished puzzles!" *Guardian says in a light, teasing voice. Though Stella can tell its their way of pulling Cupid out of it before they fall too deep...*
*Cupid sniffles and gently pokes their head out, looking back and forth between Guardian and Stella, unsure...*
*Cupid nods, wrapping one arm each around both Stella and Guardian in response*
"Thank you..." *they whisper*
"You don't ever have to thank me, Frisk..." *Guardian responds with a blush*
...
*...Cupid unwraps their arms from both of them after a moment, in order to start working on the puzzle again. Guardian sits nearby, slightly awkward due to its social anxiety.*
Sword Frisk: *Stella floats down and plays with their hair ruffling their hair. Not in a messy way but in a comforting playful way* Cute little bean~ You’re so adorable. And it’s sweet you think of me as your idol~ *giggles*
*Frisk looks up at them, eyes wide and sparkling. They immediately lunge at them to give them a hug. They whisper-shout, which is the equivalent of yelling in their terms*
"You came back!"
*They giggle and do a happy-twirl while hugging Stella. They are pretty strong for their age, so they have no problem swinging them around.*
"Does this mean we are friends???" *they whisper excitedly*
*They bury their face into Stella's shoulder. Meanwhile, Papyrus was putting the newly-sorted dough-pieces into the oven. He turns around...*
*...*
*. . .*
"SAAAAANNSSS!! WHY IS THERE ANOTHER HUMAN IN OUR KITCHEN!?"
*...Frisk eyes fill with tears. This is the best present they could have ever received. Its like an early birthday gift, except the joy of it will last forever.*
*They spin Stella around once more, whisper-shouting over and over again*
*Frisk nuzzles their face into Stella's, hugging them tight, feet stomping excitedly. If Stella lets them, they'll cuddle them for hours. *
"Of course I do!" *they whisper-shout. Their voice is a bit scratchy; seems that even whispering puts strain on them.*
"You're the coolest Frisk ever! I heard all about you! You're a hero...! And now you're my friend...!"
*Their eyes light up. Seems their mind is running wild with ideas of things to do with their new friend.*
"Do you want to build blocks with me? Or draw? Or or or read something?? Or watch TV?? Or-"
*their rambling dies down, as they realize after a moment that Stella might have other things to do. Their expression falls a bit, but they still have a small smile* "Or!! maybe...if not now, some other time?"
*They grin happily, pulling Stella towards the ginormous sink in the skelebros kitchen, all the while with their arms wrapped around Stella. Their throat seems to have died out after much more whispering than theyre used to, so they don't say anything.*
*They enter the room under the sink...immediately, Stella can see its been re-vamped to be Frisk's room...it has everything Frisk needs, minus a bed, since they sleep with Papyrus.*
*On the right side of the room there is dresser, a wardrobe closet, a basket of regular toys + a basket of puzzle-games, and a large play-mat.*
*On the left side of the room there is a couch, a monster-soul shaped bean-bag, a table with art-supplies in a box (if Stella looks inside, they can see paper, colored paper, crayons, pens, pencils, popsicle sticks, glue, tape, staplers, pipe cleaners, even a sewing kit with fabric and clothes-dye). Underneath the couch, beanbag, & table is an art-mat, just in case any paint-spills or similar happen, or if Frisk decides to sit on the floor while making art.*
*Hanging on the back walls are photographs of people...specifically, children...all of which are either hugging or playing with each other, or with Frisk...*
*Frisk looks at Stella with a huge, albeit somewhat nervous smile, as if anxious of what their friend will think of their room.*
*Frisk bounces excitedly, lifting up Stella and spinning around a few times in excitement, before setting them back down. They pull Stella over to the right side of the room, and pull out three boxes from their basket of puzzles.*
*One is a puzzle-map of the Underground. The second one is a puzzle of skeletons on a pirate boat. The third one is of a white dog cuddling a Temmie.*
*They look at Stella, as if asking 'which one?' The last thing they want is to bore their friend. Besides, its more fun to have Stella choose.*
*Frisk laughs, squinting a bit as the sparkles hit their face. A spark of inspiration hits them, and they excitedly stomp their feet, as if remembering something cool. They open up their hands and concentrate - both of their eyes begin to glow, and blue and orange sparks appear in their hands, until...*
*...it formed into a distorted and blurry set of bones. Frisk looks extremely proud of themself.*
*The bones fade out and they clap their hands together happily, nodding enthusiastically. They bounce up and down in joy, before turning back to the puzzles, and picking the puzzle of pirate-skeletons, setting in on the playmat, and sitting on the floor. They pat the spot next to them.*
*Frisk looks at Stella, curious about their pin, as well as that expression they made. They pour out the puzzle pieces and sort them based on color into piles.*
*They look at Stella, and mouth 'is something wrong?'*
*Frisk smiles and blushes, before beginning to work on the boat in the puzzle. Though they have do have the feeling Stella is leaving something out...*
*With the newfound information Stella has...the pictures of the people with Frisk, hanging on the wall...it has an entirely different context.*
*They stare at the picture and then look at Cupid…… They put their arm around them and pull them to the side for them to lay the side of their head against Stella’s side of their head. They rub Cupid’s arm as they hold them*
*It takes a moment for Cupid to understand what Stella is talking about...but once they do, they slowly put down the puzzle pieces, and hug back. They look at the photos on the wall...contemplating...and then mouth a response*
'I know...it wasn't theirs, either...' *their grip against Stella tightens* 'The only people at fault are the people who killed them...'
*Tears well up in their eyes, and they wipe them away hastefully, before they can drip down. They dont like the sensation of tears on their face.*
*They take a few long, deep breaths, attempting to calm themself. They mouth '1,2,3...3,2,1...' repeatedly. It seems to help. The tears slow to a stop.*
*...there is a moment of tension, before they look at Stella and whisper*
"Would you like to know about them...? While we make our puzzle...?"
*They lean further into Stella. Theres a moment of silence as they consider everything...slowly, their eyes turn ruby red, and their cheeks gain a pink tint...it seems Chara is helping them speak. They still speak in a whisper, but their throat isn't strained anymore.*
"I'll start with Navaeh, because her hair looked like yours...she moved from London two years ago so she has a pretty accent!"
*they swoon, blushing and giggling- their sadness seems to dissipate the more they talk*
"She makes comic books. She's always wanted to be a comic-creator when she grows up. Her art is really good for her age! Shes eleven. She was my first kiss, too! Though don't tell my mommys. Theyll be mad for kissing someone while so young."
*...they don't seem to notice that theyre talking about her in present-tense. Its probably best not to point it out. They look down at the puzzle and point at an empty space*
"...Can you help me find the piece that goes here?"
*They smile listening closely. Honestly the concept of “pretense” has lost its meaning to Stella. Because thanks to their father they learned that if you truly remember someone, then they exist…. Heck that’s how they were kept alive thanks to him.*
"Okay!" they kiss Stella's cheek, seeming to do so instinctually, "Of all of them, I've known Anders longest. I met him in Kindergarten! He's ten. He was my first crush!" *they giggle* "He's really good at styling hair and makeup! His uncle is a drag queen, so he learned from him. He would do all of our outfits when we got ready for church on Sunday!"
*They continue putting together the puzzle, speeding up rapidly the more they speak*
"And then Lucielle! She's the youngest of us. She's eight. Her parents give her lots of allowance money. After school, she always took us to Tobies- which is a restaurant her Grandpa owns! She'd buy us drinks, and we'd all share three orders of fries and chicken strips! She wants to work there with her Grandpa when she grows up! I bet she would have loved to see Grillbys..."
*They look a bit sad for a moment...but shake it off, and continue*
"Wish is my age! He's only older than me by exactly nine days! We were even born at the same time- 9:52! Isn't that crazy?" they giggle, "He is in taekwondo and boxing! So he is really strong. He's the fastest kid in school! He's won the school race the last two years!"
*they clap their hands together excitedly - they seem very proud of him. Stella gets the feeling they were there cheering him on from the sidelines in every activity he was doing*
"Me, Wish, Lucielle, and Angelica met during the school play! Angelica was in charge of it - they convinced the school to open drama club! She acts a lot. She carries around a camera around and films mini-movies with us! Its really fun! She took all those pictures!" *they gesture to the wall of photos*
"Angelica was best friends with Malo, so she introduced us! He fit in our group right away. He's a huge bookworm! Which is nice, because he reads stories to us! He's also the one who suggested our promise..."
*....*
*they look at Stella, a mix of grief and love on their expression*
"...We promised to be together forever...and have a family together when we grew older."
*Stella listens and helps. Quite surprised by the cheek kiss but doesn’t mind… They listen close till the end….*
*They get an idea.*
*They just hope they like it and it doesn’t hurt them emotionally. They look at the paper and their pin glows. They hold out their hand and the picture on the wall with everyone Cupid knew slowly turn into small magic ghost like spirits. They all come out of the paper and slowly float around Cupid. Smiling happily dancing around their head. It was like they were little fairies… And finally all at once they hugged Cupid’s head with their tiny bodies. Even if they were simple magic copies. Stella at least gave them a chance to let them be with Cupid in some form that felt even more real to them*
*Stella hugs Cupid with the little drawing fairies. Hoping their words make sense and cheer them up*
*Cupid lies in the hug for a moment, thinking...their mind seems to be racing...meanwhile, Guardian views from the background...and has begun to grow emotional.*
*...*
*Slowly, Cupid pulls away from the hug after a moment, staring at the magic in Stella's hand...they begin to tremble and wraps their arms around themself. Tears build in their eyes and fall down, but they seem too distracted to notice for now...*
(Mood music: Running Up That Hill)
"...I-I know they'll always b-be a-alive in my memories..." *Cupid barely musters to whisper, voice breaking from whimpers* "...b-but I-I..."
*...they glance at the floor, unable to form words...then glance back at Stella...*
*...Guardian steps closer, concerned for their friend...but right as it does, Cupid turns, quick as the wind and re-hugs Stella. They bury their face against their shirt, getting it immediately wet with tears...*
*Cupid continues to hug Stella, sobbing and resting in their arms. Talking about this, when its only been a few weeks since discovering their bodies...its very difficult for them...*
*...*
*...Guardian floats over and...a bit hesitantly...hugs both of them. It seems they are also struggling...though Stella can tell that their words are going to help both Frisk & Chara in their journey of recovery.*
*Guardian wipes the the tears from Cupid's face, so that it won't bother them when they notice...*
"C'mon, my darling cupid...you don't wanna leave the puzzle unfinished, do'ya? You hate unfinished puzzles!" *Guardian says in a light, teasing voice. Though Stella can tell its their way of pulling Cupid out of it before they fall too deep...*
*Cupid sniffles and gently pokes their head out, looking back and forth between Guardian and Stella, unsure...*
Sword Frisk: *Stella floats down and plays with their hair ruffling their hair. Not in a messy way but in a comforting playful way* Cute little bean~ You’re so adorable. And it’s sweet you think of me as your idol~ *giggles*
*Frisk looks up at them, eyes wide and sparkling. They immediately lunge at them to give them a hug. They whisper-shout, which is the equivalent of yelling in their terms*
"You came back!"
*They giggle and do a happy-twirl while hugging Stella. They are pretty strong for their age, so they have no problem swinging them around.*
"Does this mean we are friends???" *they whisper excitedly*
*They bury their face into Stella's shoulder. Meanwhile, Papyrus was putting the newly-sorted dough-pieces into the oven. He turns around...*
*...*
*. . .*
"SAAAAANNSSS!! WHY IS THERE ANOTHER HUMAN IN OUR KITCHEN!?"
*...Frisk eyes fill with tears. This is the best present they could have ever received. Its like an early birthday gift, except the joy of it will last forever.*
*They spin Stella around once more, whisper-shouting over and over again*
*Frisk nuzzles their face into Stella's, hugging them tight, feet stomping excitedly. If Stella lets them, they'll cuddle them for hours. *
"Of course I do!" *they whisper-shout. Their voice is a bit scratchy; seems that even whispering puts strain on them.*
"You're the coolest Frisk ever! I heard all about you! You're a hero...! And now you're my friend...!"
*Their eyes light up. Seems their mind is running wild with ideas of things to do with their new friend.*
"Do you want to build blocks with me? Or draw? Or or or read something?? Or watch TV?? Or-"
*their rambling dies down, as they realize after a moment that Stella might have other things to do. Their expression falls a bit, but they still have a small smile* "Or!! maybe...if not now, some other time?"
*They grin happily, pulling Stella towards the ginormous sink in the skelebros kitchen, all the while with their arms wrapped around Stella. Their throat seems to have died out after much more whispering than theyre used to, so they don't say anything.*
*They enter the room under the sink...immediately, Stella can see its been re-vamped to be Frisk's room...it has everything Frisk needs, minus a bed, since they sleep with Papyrus.*
*On the right side of the room there is dresser, a wardrobe closet, a basket of regular toys + a basket of puzzle-games, and a large play-mat.*
*On the left side of the room there is a couch, a monster-soul shaped bean-bag, a table with art-supplies in a box (if Stella looks inside, they can see paper, colored paper, crayons, pens, pencils, popsicle sticks, glue, tape, staplers, pipe cleaners, even a sewing kit with fabric and clothes-dye). Underneath the couch, beanbag, & table is an art-mat, just in case any paint-spills or similar happen, or if Frisk decides to sit on the floor while making art.*
*Hanging on the back walls are photographs of people...specifically, children...all of which are either hugging or playing with each other, or with Frisk...*
*Frisk looks at Stella with a huge, albeit somewhat nervous smile, as if anxious of what their friend will think of their room.*
*Frisk bounces excitedly, lifting up Stella and spinning around a few times in excitement, before setting them back down. They pull Stella over to the right side of the room, and pull out three boxes from their basket of puzzles.*
*One is a puzzle-map of the Underground. The second one is a puzzle of skeletons on a pirate boat. The third one is of a white dog cuddling a Temmie.*
*They look at Stella, as if asking 'which one?' The last thing they want is to bore their friend. Besides, its more fun to have Stella choose.*
*Frisk laughs, squinting a bit as the sparkles hit their face. A spark of inspiration hits them, and they excitedly stomp their feet, as if remembering something cool. They open up their hands and concentrate - both of their eyes begin to glow, and blue and orange sparks appear in their hands, until...*
*...it formed into a distorted and blurry set of bones. Frisk looks extremely proud of themself.*
*The bones fade out and they clap their hands together happily, nodding enthusiastically. They bounce up and down in joy, before turning back to the puzzles, and picking the puzzle of pirate-skeletons, setting in on the playmat, and sitting on the floor. They pat the spot next to them.*
*Frisk looks at Stella, curious about their pin, as well as that expression they made. They pour out the puzzle pieces and sort them based on color into piles.*
*They look at Stella, and mouth 'is something wrong?'*
*Frisk smiles and blushes, before beginning to work on the boat in the puzzle. Though they have do have the feeling Stella is leaving something out...*
*With the newfound information Stella has...the pictures of the people with Frisk, hanging on the wall...it has an entirely different context.*
*They stare at the picture and then look at Cupid…… They put their arm around them and pull them to the side for them to lay the side of their head against Stella’s side of their head. They rub Cupid’s arm as they hold them*
*It takes a moment for Cupid to understand what Stella is talking about...but once they do, they slowly put down the puzzle pieces, and hug back. They look at the photos on the wall...contemplating...and then mouth a response*
'I know...it wasn't theirs, either...' *their grip against Stella tightens* 'The only people at fault are the people who killed them...'
*Tears well up in their eyes, and they wipe them away hastefully, before they can drip down. They dont like the sensation of tears on their face.*
*They take a few long, deep breaths, attempting to calm themself. They mouth '1,2,3...3,2,1...' repeatedly. It seems to help. The tears slow to a stop.*
*...there is a moment of tension, before they look at Stella and whisper*
"Would you like to know about them...? While we make our puzzle...?"
*They lean further into Stella. Theres a moment of silence as they consider everything...slowly, their eyes turn ruby red, and their cheeks gain a pink tint...it seems Chara is helping them speak. They still speak in a whisper, but their throat isn't strained anymore.*
"I'll start with Navaeh, because her hair looked like yours...she moved from London two years ago so she has a pretty accent!"
*they swoon, blushing and giggling- their sadness seems to dissipate the more they talk*
"She makes comic books. She's always wanted to be a comic-creator when she grows up. Her art is really good for her age! Shes eleven. She was my first kiss, too! Though don't tell my mommys. Theyll be mad for kissing someone while so young."
*...they don't seem to notice that theyre talking about her in present-tense. Its probably best not to point it out. They look down at the puzzle and point at an empty space*
"...Can you help me find the piece that goes here?"
*They smile listening closely. Honestly the concept of “pretense” has lost its meaning to Stella. Because thanks to their father they learned that if you truly remember someone, then they exist…. Heck that’s how they were kept alive thanks to him.*
"Okay!" they kiss Stella's cheek, seeming to do so instinctually, "Of all of them, I've known Anders longest. I met him in Kindergarten! He's ten. He was my first crush!" *they giggle* "He's really good at styling hair and makeup! His uncle is a drag queen, so he learned from him. He would do all of our outfits when we got ready for church on Sunday!"
*They continue putting together the puzzle, speeding up rapidly the more they speak*
"And then Lucielle! She's the youngest of us. She's eight. Her parents give her lots of allowance money. After school, she always took us to Tobies- which is a restaurant her Grandpa owns! She'd buy us drinks, and we'd all share three orders of fries and chicken strips! She wants to work there with her Grandpa when she grows up! I bet she would have loved to see Grillbys..."
*They look a bit sad for a moment...but shake it off, and continue*
"Wish is my age! He's only older than me by exactly nine days! We were even born at the same time- 9:52! Isn't that crazy?" they giggle, "He is in taekwondo and boxing! So he is really strong. He's the fastest kid in school! He's won the school race the last two years!"
*they clap their hands together excitedly - they seem very proud of him. Stella gets the feeling they were there cheering him on from the sidelines in every activity he was doing*
"Me, Wish, Lucielle, and Angelica met during the school play! Angelica was in charge of it - they convinced the school to open drama club! She acts a lot. She carries around a camera around and films mini-movies with us! Its really fun! She took all those pictures!" *they gesture to the wall of photos*
"Angelica was best friends with Malo, so she introduced us! He fit in our group right away. He's a huge bookworm! Which is nice, because he reads stories to us! He's also the one who suggested our promise..."
*....*
*they look at Stella, a mix of grief and love on their expression*
"...We promised to be together forever...and have a family together when we grew older."
*Stella listens and helps. Quite surprised by the cheek kiss but doesn’t mind… They listen close till the end….*
*They get an idea.*
*They just hope they like it and it doesn’t hurt them emotionally. They look at the paper and their pin glows. They hold out their hand and the picture on the wall with everyone Cupid knew slowly turn into small magic ghost like spirits. They all come out of the paper and slowly float around Cupid. Smiling happily dancing around their head. It was like they were little fairies… And finally all at once they hugged Cupid’s head with their tiny bodies. Even if they were simple magic copies. Stella at least gave them a chance to let them be with Cupid in some form that felt even more real to them*
*Stella hugs Cupid with the little drawing fairies. Hoping their words make sense and cheer them up*
*Cupid lies in the hug for a moment, thinking...their mind seems to be racing...meanwhile, Guardian views from the background...and has begun to grow emotional.*
*...*
*Slowly, Cupid pulls away from the hug after a moment, staring at the magic in Stella's hand...they begin to tremble and wraps their arms around themself. Tears build in their eyes and fall down, but they seem too distracted to notice for now...*
(Mood music: Running Up That Hill)
"...I-I know they'll always b-be a-alive in my memories..." *Cupid barely musters to whisper, voice breaking from whimpers* "...b-but I-I..."
*...they glance at the floor, unable to form words...then glance back at Stella...*
*...Guardian steps closer, concerned for their friend...but right as it does, Cupid turns, quick as the wind and re-hugs Stella. They bury their face against their shirt, getting it immediately wet with tears...*
Wait... a soul bind with Grillby?? Papyrus and Grillby? I thought you hated him because he makes greasy food!! How do you two know each other (more than acquaintances I mean)????
*Papyrus was scolding Sans about keeping secrets, however upon spotting this ask, he draws back, baffled*
"THERE IS NO PERSON THAT I 'HATE'!! ESPECIALLY NOT FOR THEIR TASTE IN FOOD! SANS EATS HIS FOOD, AND I DO NOT HATE HIM!! ITS JUST...THE GREASE..."
*He stomps his feet in discomfort*
"I DO NOT APPRECIATE IT. BUT!! GRILLBY DOES MAKE EXCELLENT SALADS. AND EXCELLENT DRINKS, TOO! SO WHILE I DO NOT AGREE WITH HIS AND MY LAZYBONES BROTHER'S SHARED TASTE, I STILL RESPECT HIS DEDICATION TO CULLINARY ARTS!!"
*He smiles and blushes lightly, clapping his gloved-hands together*
"AS FOR HOW WE KNOW EACH OTHER...WE MET THROUGH SANS, OF COURSE!!"
This applies to all our AUs: not just Defining Happiness & Droughtale.
Its a long lore-dump, but honestly, we're really proud of the details ^^ A lot of thought was put into this.
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Reproduction:
Monsters of any gender and sex can create children together. Sexual activity is not required to create children, however many monsters have sex for fun with their romantic partners.
The first (and most common) way for monsters to create a child is to perform a magical ritual, using any excess magic produced by their souls. All souls involved temporarily merge together, and create a new mini-soul, which attaches itself to whatever parent has better health and/or less LOVE. That is how monster pregnancy begins and how monster babies are made.
The ritual can also be performed between monsters and a human, but humans cannot perform this with other humans, since only Monsters are born with the magic that makes the ritual possible.
The second way is by mixing their souls together. Mixing of souls is usually only done if a disabled Monster needs to borrow magic from a loved one, which is a very serious medical procedure. It usually can be done without resulting in pregnancy of any kind…however, If the amount of magic being used is not being monitored properly, excess magic may result in an unexpected pregnancy as an after-effect. It is the only way Monsters have had accidental pregnancies.
Because sexual activity is not required to create a child, a decent number of monsters choose to have children together platonically. Friends, siblings, and cousins are known to create children together and co-parent.
Up to five parents can create a child together. More than that is risky and sometimes even five is too much. Its best for monsters to be medically checked before trying to create a child to see how much magic output they have. If their magic output combined is too high or too low, creating a baby could cause disabilities and deformities to grow in the child.
Pregnancy/Eggs:
Whether or not a monster lays eggs or gets pregnant depends on their monster-type.
Monsters that are avian, amphibian, reptilian, and aquatic lay eggs. Monsters that are mammalian or elemental get pregnant.
If they are a combination of mammalian/elemental and one of the other categories, it could go either way.
When a monster baby is forming, a shield is created to protect the soul. This can be seen in monster-eggs, as the shells are made-of this shield. Rarely, it can be seen in mammalian/elementals, under specific circumstances. For example, mammalian Skeletons (such as Sans/Papyrus, a humanoid-skeleton) do not have a natural stomach in place, so the magical-shield presents itself as a make-shift stomach.
Menstruation:
All monsters (regardless of their sex) “menstruate” their excess magic every month upon hitting puberty (unless they are infertile.) Monster menstruation is more painful than human menstruation, due to their menstruation being tied to their soul rather than an organ, which is the biggest downside to monster reproduction.
Symptoms of monster menstruation may include paralyzing cramps, muscle contractions (or pseudo-muscle contractions, for monsters that don’t have muscles), soul contractions, vomiting, delusions, dissociation, derealization, migraines, and physical illness. Monster menstruation typically lasts four-five days.
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Attraction/Relationships:
Because Monster's soul traits are hope, compassions, and love, the way they perceive and enact relationships is oftentimes different from humans.
For one, polyamory is more common in Monsters than it is in humans. About 50% of monsters are polyamorous, 20% are ambiamorous, and 30% are monogamous.
Another thing that is more common in Monsters is queer-attraction. 70% of monsters are non-straight (gay, bi, pan, omni, poly, abro, etc) or non-allosexual (aro, ace, greyro, greyace, etc).
Platonix/Plataro (Queerplatonic)
Queerplatonic relationships (QPRs) are more common for Monsters to partake in than humans.
Monsters, however, were unaware of the human-given title "queerplatonic" (as they were underground when this term was created), so they titled these bonds as "Platonix" or "Plataro" relationships.
Soul-Binds
Soul-Binds, while sometimes comparable to QPRs, are separate from QPRs.
Soul-binds can be described as a “platonic marriage” for humans understanding. It is the act of binding souls, for a lifelong platonic partnership between two (or more) monsters.
Monsters with soul-binds oftentimes share homes and create children.
Unlike QPRs, Soul-Binds can be performed between siblings, cousins, or otherwise related Monsters.
QPRs between relatives, on the other hand, would be incestual, as they are more than platonic, and may include intimate acts such as dates, intense kissing, and sometimes even sexual behavior, which is unacceptable between relatives.
Soo...Sans...Papyrus...since we have you alone (for now)...is it okay to ask questions...?
Like if either of you have feelings for anyone?
Or if you have any other family (asides from Frisk and eachother)?
if either of those questions are uncomfortable, you dont have to answer..
"OF COURSE YOU MAY SEND IN YOUR QUERIES! I KNOW THAT I, AT LEAST, APPRECIATE ALL MY FANS!"
*Sans chuckles and nods*
"what he said."
"THE ONLY OTHER FAMILY WE HAVE IS GRILLBY! HE AND I RECENTLY OFFICIALIZED OUR SOUL-BIND. QUITE AN EXCITING AND EMOTIONAL EVENT!"
"yeah. it was quite the party."
"AS FOR FEELINGS...UNFORTUNATELY, THE GREAT PAPYRUS DOES NOT HAVE ANYONE TO LAY UPON HIS AFFECTIONS. AT LEAST, NOT ROMANTICALLY! BUT I ASSURE YOU, SOMEDAY, THAT SHALL CHANGE!"
*Sans chuckles and looks at Papyrus mischeviously. Papyrus narrows his eye-sockets, knowing whats coming next*
"don'tya have a crush on that microwave-guy?"
"SANS! HIS NAME IS METTATON! YOU KNOW THIS! AND YES...THAT NEW BODY HE DEBUTED WAS QUITE A SEXY ONE! THOUGH I FOUND HIS PREVIOUS FORM JUST AS ATTRACTIVE!"
"heh. of course. you like people for their souls, not their appearances."
"INDEED! AND HE HAS...QUITE THE PERSONALITY! NOW, AS FOR SANS, HE DOES NOT HAVE ANY PARTNERS...THOUGH MY BROTHERLY INSTINCTS DETECT A CRUSH."
*Sans winks*
"maybe you're right, bro. but as Paps said; i ain't in a relationship. not planning on tryin' anytime soon. last one i was in didn't end too well."
*...*
*. . .*
*. . .*
"SANS."
"sup?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'LAST ONE'?"
*...an awkward silence fills the room. Sweat drips down Sans skull...he is realizing his mistake...a minute goes by without anybody saying anything...until...*
Sword Frisk: *Stella floats down and plays with their hair ruffling their hair. Not in a messy way but in a comforting playful way* Cute little bean~ You’re so adorable. And it’s sweet you think of me as your idol~ *giggles*
*Frisk looks up at them, eyes wide and sparkling. They immediately lunge at them to give them a hug. They whisper-shout, which is the equivalent of yelling in their terms*
"You came back!"
*They giggle and do a happy-twirl while hugging Stella. They are pretty strong for their age, so they have no problem swinging them around.*
"Does this mean we are friends???" *they whisper excitedly*
*They bury their face into Stella's shoulder. Meanwhile, Papyrus was putting the newly-sorted dough-pieces into the oven. He turns around...*
*...*
*. . .*
"SAAAAANNSSS!! WHY IS THERE ANOTHER HUMAN IN OUR KITCHEN!?"
*...Frisk eyes fill with tears. This is the best present they could have ever received. Its like an early birthday gift, except the joy of it will last forever.*
*They spin Stella around once more, whisper-shouting over and over again*
*Frisk nuzzles their face into Stella's, hugging them tight, feet stomping excitedly. If Stella lets them, they'll cuddle them for hours. *
"Of course I do!" *they whisper-shout. Their voice is a bit scratchy; seems that even whispering puts strain on them.*
"You're the coolest Frisk ever! I heard all about you! You're a hero...! And now you're my friend...!"
*Their eyes light up. Seems their mind is running wild with ideas of things to do with their new friend.*
"Do you want to build blocks with me? Or draw? Or or or read something?? Or watch TV?? Or-"
*their rambling dies down, as they realize after a moment that Stella might have other things to do. Their expression falls a bit, but they still have a small smile* "Or!! maybe...if not now, some other time?"
*They grin happily, pulling Stella towards the ginormous sink in the skelebros kitchen, all the while with their arms wrapped around Stella. Their throat seems to have died out after much more whispering than theyre used to, so they don't say anything.*
*They enter the room under the sink...immediately, Stella can see its been re-vamped to be Frisk's room...it has everything Frisk needs, minus a bed, since they sleep with Papyrus.*
*On the right side of the room there is dresser, a wardrobe closet, a basket of regular toys + a basket of puzzle-games, and a large play-mat.*
*On the left side of the room there is a couch, a monster-soul shaped bean-bag, a table with art-supplies in a box (if Stella looks inside, they can see paper, colored paper, crayons, pens, pencils, popsicle sticks, glue, tape, staplers, pipe cleaners, even a sewing kit with fabric and clothes-dye). Underneath the couch, beanbag, & table is an art-mat, just in case any paint-spills or similar happen, or if Frisk decides to sit on the floor while making art.*
*Hanging on the back walls are photographs of people...specifically, children...all of which are either hugging or playing with each other, or with Frisk...*
*Frisk looks at Stella with a huge, albeit somewhat nervous smile, as if anxious of what their friend will think of their room.*
*Frisk bounces excitedly, lifting up Stella and spinning around a few times in excitement, before setting them back down. They pull Stella over to the right side of the room, and pull out three boxes from their basket of puzzles.*
*One is a puzzle-map of the Underground. The second one is a puzzle of skeletons on a pirate boat. The third one is of a white dog cuddling a Temmie.*
*They look at Stella, as if asking 'which one?' The last thing they want is to bore their friend. Besides, its more fun to have Stella choose.*
*Frisk laughs, squinting a bit as the sparkles hit their face. A spark of inspiration hits them, and they excitedly stomp their feet, as if remembering something cool. They open up their hands and concentrate - both of their eyes begin to glow, and blue and orange sparks appear in their hands, until...*
*...it formed into a distorted and blurry set of bones. Frisk looks extremely proud of themself.*
*The bones fade out and they clap their hands together happily, nodding enthusiastically. They bounce up and down in joy, before turning back to the puzzles, and picking the puzzle of pirate-skeletons, setting in on the playmat, and sitting on the floor. They pat the spot next to them.*
*Frisk looks at Stella, curious about their pin, as well as that expression they made. They pour out the puzzle pieces and sort them based on color into piles.*
*They look at Stella, and mouth 'is something wrong?'*
*Frisk smiles and blushes, before beginning to work on the boat in the puzzle. Though they have do have the feeling Stella is leaving something out...*
*With the newfound information Stella has...the pictures of the people with Frisk, hanging on the wall...it has an entirely different context.*
*They stare at the picture and then look at Cupid…… They put their arm around them and pull them to the side for them to lay the side of their head against Stella’s side of their head. They rub Cupid’s arm as they hold them*
*It takes a moment for Cupid to understand what Stella is talking about...but once they do, they slowly put down the puzzle pieces, and hug back. They look at the photos on the wall...contemplating...and then mouth a response*
'I know...it wasn't theirs, either...' *their grip against Stella tightens* 'The only people at fault are the people who killed them...'
*Tears well up in their eyes, and they wipe them away hastefully, before they can drip down. They dont like the sensation of tears on their face.*
*They take a few long, deep breaths, attempting to calm themself. They mouth '1,2,3...3,2,1...' repeatedly. It seems to help. The tears slow to a stop.*
*...there is a moment of tension, before they look at Stella and whisper*
"Would you like to know about them...? While we make our puzzle...?"
*They lean further into Stella. Theres a moment of silence as they consider everything...slowly, their eyes turn ruby red, and their cheeks gain a pink tint...it seems Chara is helping them speak. They still speak in a whisper, but their throat isn't strained anymore.*
"I'll start with Navaeh, because her hair looked like yours...she moved from London two years ago so she has a pretty accent!"
*they swoon, blushing and giggling- their sadness seems to dissipate the more they talk*
"She makes comic books. She's always wanted to be a comic-creator when she grows up. Her art is really good for her age! Shes eleven. She was my first kiss, too! Though don't tell my mommys. Theyll be mad for kissing someone while so young."
*...they don't seem to notice that theyre talking about her in present-tense. Its probably best not to point it out. They look down at the puzzle and point at an empty space*
"...Can you help me find the piece that goes here?"
*They smile listening closely. Honestly the concept of “pretense” has lost its meaning to Stella. Because thanks to their father they learned that if you truly remember someone, then they exist…. Heck that’s how they were kept alive thanks to him.*
"Okay!" they kiss Stella's cheek, seeming to do so instinctually, "Of all of them, I've known Anders longest. I met him in Kindergarten! He's ten. He was my first crush!" *they giggle* "He's really good at styling hair and makeup! His uncle is a drag queen, so he learned from him. He would do all of our outfits when we got ready for church on Sunday!"
*They continue putting together the puzzle, speeding up rapidly the more they speak*
"And then Lucielle! She's the youngest of us. She's eight. Her parents give her lots of allowance money. After school, she always took us to Tobies- which is a restaurant her Grandpa owns! She'd buy us drinks, and we'd all share three orders of fries and chicken strips! She wants to work there with her Grandpa when she grows up! I bet she would have loved to see Grillbys..."
*They look a bit sad for a moment...but shake it off, and continue*
"Wish is my age! He's only older than me by exactly nine days! We were even born at the same time- 9:52! Isn't that crazy?" they giggle, "He is in taekwondo and boxing! So he is really strong. He's the fastest kid in school! He's won the school race the last two years!"
*they clap their hands together excitedly - they seem very proud of him. Stella gets the feeling they were there cheering him on from the sidelines in every activity he was doing*
"Me, Wish, Lucielle, and Angelica met during the school play! Angelica was in charge of it - they convinced the school to open drama club! She acts a lot. She carries around a camera around and films mini-movies with us! Its really fun! She took all those pictures!" *they gesture to the wall of photos*
"Angelica was best friends with Malo, so she introduced us! He fit in our group right away. He's a huge bookworm! Which is nice, because he reads stories to us! He's also the one who suggested our promise..."
*....*
*they look at Stella, a mix of grief and love on their expression*
"...We promised to be together forever...and have a family together when we grew older."
