Unfortunately, he didn't win, so as his brother, and Iâm really upset about that.
However, I have to highlight one important thing:
your support.
The Papyrus fandom, while not as large as Sans's, is incredibly active. I was so happy to see such powerful, strong support â everyoneâs drive to help our beloved skeleton win, to spread the propaganda, and to create fan arts. Iâm proud of you all, really.
And I think he would be proud of you, too â just as we are of him.
Better luck next time, Papyrus. Don't lose hope and believe in yourself.
My friend also passed away but from terminal colon cancer, she was just 67 years old and she definitely loved me even though she was an atheist, I know, she was a meme age lol, she was going to be 68 years old next new years eve, but oh well.
I-... I don't how to respond to that one. Genuinely.
My condolence for your friend...
(I still don't know how to respond to the meme-age...)
Since color gets jealous, does killer do too or is he chill or is it a depends the day
Killers jealousy is âI donât careâ but actually cares kind of jealousy
He also believes color deserves better so he doesnât try to say anything if he gets jealous just steers, put on a smile, and try to drift away slowly
Color always noticed him and make sure to clarify everything
So I just went through the entirety of Skeletwins (not including the prequels), and I have discovered something.
First of all, there will be 201 chapters in total (not including the prequels or the side stories).
And second, I won't even be HALFWAY THROUGH THE ENTIRETY OF SKELETWINS until LITERALLY PARTWAY THROUGH THE FOURTH FIC.
Keep in mind... There are 6 fics in total, not counting the prequels (I hope you got that).
So you know how Snowdin Adventures is coming to an end soon? 45/50 chapters as of writing this?
Yeah. That's not even close to being done. That is literally just a QUARTER of the whole story.
Now, if I wanted to include the prequels, that would bump it up to 291 chapters. Which would actually make one of the prequel's chapters the halfway point. But since I'm planning on writing the prequels and the main story at the same time, it's a little persnickety as for what chapter is the halfway point.
So. To summarise. 201 chapters of Skeletwins in total. Halfway point is within the fourth fic. And I'm a quarter of the way through.
Will I do another story after this? I don't know. We'll see once Skeletwins is finished. Though as it stands right now, it probably won't involve Lento and Presto. Once those 201 chapters are finished, their story is over. I don't even know if I'll still be into Undertale by then. Maybe I would be, but only time will tell.
Besides, I have a dream show I wanna make that has nothing to do with Undertale whatsoever. So... I don't know, I'll probably be focused more on that by the time Skeletwins is done. Who can say?
Oh, and another thing I forgot to mention, between Snowdin Adventures and the second fic (which I will reveal the name of after the former fic is finished), I will take a break from writing to mess around on the blog for about a month or so. Just enough time for me to work on the banner for it. Anyway, have a great day, everyone!
it's one of those days. pass the toxic/abusive x reader fics/headcanons đ
player takes frisks place. reader is also 18+. Reader is not chara either. Reader has the power to save, load, reset. Sans can't remember resets. But the body keeps the score...
content warning for obsession, manipulation emotional/psychological abuse, dehumanization, love bombing... reader is a textbook emotional abuser
also mc spirals near the end of it. đ€·ââïž
You fell in love with sans. During your time in the underground, you and him were on good terms shared numerous meals together, hung out in the most inconvenient of places, developed a mutual respect and (somewhat) of a friendship. You freed the monsters, lived a fulfilling life upon the surface, and lacked something. Him.
You tried everything. Flirting. (oh, he's not taking it seriously.) Joking. (he's just playing along.) Light hearted teasing mixed with insults? (god, he's good at comebacks.) Okay quit that altogether, maybe you'll win his heart using puns? (you bought a book, but it seems like that's how everyone close to him communicates with him. Papyrus doesn't engage in sans' low effort puns but still makes them anyways, Toriel? She's up there with sans. Asgore? You don't even want to think about it.) And it still. It lands you in the friendzone.
You want himâobviously, embarrassingly, undeniably. And once he clocked you, you never made another serious move. That would be weird. Violating, even. Your relationship should stay platonic. He made that boundary a while ago.
...In this timeline.
Who's to stop you from achieving it in a different timeline? If you're doing something, there's nothing stopping you from resetting it all and attempting to try again. No one can remember anything. Sure they all have annoying sense of deja-vu, but ultimately their fate lies at your mercy. You could save everyone, you could leave everyone. You can kill everyone and they wouldn't remember a damn thing.
But that's not your goal! You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you killed everyone. How could you? You're not that much of a monster...
You're not that cruel.
And you can offer them freedom!
(Whenever you please)
You remember the exact steps that freed all of monsterkind from the underground, there's nothing stopping you from just redoing it all over again.
Your main goal: to cultivate more meaningful relationships with the monsters that you keep in your social circle. đ Crack open Papyrusâ loneliness like a mystery novel. Whatâs his secret? Howâs he still smiling when half of Snowdin thinks heâs a joke? What type of trauma has Undyne suffered at the hands of the previous fallen humans to cultivate such a visceral hate for humans? Perhaps there's a way to soothe Alphy's guilt regarding the amalgamates?
And maybe, even court Sans right this time around.
Why even apologize when they can't remember? Especially when this timeline is supposed to better than the previous timeline. Keeping your flaws, strengths, red and green flags in check, you swear to correct the mistakes of this lifetime.
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With that in mind, you succeed in your previous goal. âš đ You stay a little longer with Toriel before leaving. You allow her to relive her days of motherhood, letting her cook you meals, sing you to sleep as she tucks you into bed. You help around the house, doing chores as if you still lived in your childhood home. You take walks with her around the ruins, getting to know the inhabitants. Sure, she has the same betrayed reaction when you decide to leave, but you've shown her your maturity. You've show her you can care for yourself.
You take the time to really engage Papyrus in his puzzles. You sit down, and excitedly consume the... below average spaghetti without complaint! (You even asked for seconds. Because youâre committed. Because youâre a good person. he's supposed to be your future brother in law for stars sake.) You allow him to entertain you with his very... interesting hijinks, pretend to be shocked at the numerous times he bamboozles you. When you finally encounter Undyne face to face, you throw yourself into every spear she launches in your way. You match her intensity with wild praise, reckless admiration for her strength, asking her too many questions, offering to practice sparring even when your legs are jelly after running away from her. (Because respect from a true heroine means more than a kick to the shins and a black eye.) Alphys? Like Papyrus you make sure to immerse yourself in her experiments, but more importantly her... anime and fanfiction collection. You read what she sends you (as boring as it is) You let her stumble over her words as she infodumps. You remind her over and over again that she's wonderful. Brilliant. Smart. Talented. That she still deserves to be forgiven. You put on a show for everyone who watches you and Mettatton. Hell, you throw him flowers even if when actively tries to exploit your death on screen. You smile and pose for the camera. Your performance makes worth dying for.
And Sans. Ah that comedian. The reason why you're so painstakingly committed to loving everyone. (Itâd be weird to single him out, right? Thatâd be suspicious. And youâre not suspicious. You're kind. You're loving. You're normal.)
The look in his eyelights that linger a little too long on you. (He's admiring your figure, that's why.) He coughs when you tell him a joke, hiding his hands in his pocket and looking off to the side. (That's because you make him flustered!, does he really think he can hide that blush?) đ
He leans his head against his hand, letting his eyelights flick away from you, gauging the distance from his seat the exit of Grillby's. (It's so obvious he can't wait to spend the rest of the night alone with you.)
"welp, uhh catch ya later? i gotta put papyrus to bed.'
You blush as he accidentally brushes against your shoulder as he makes his way past you, hood up, head down, averting his eyes from you. (Heâs flustered. Super cute. Youâve really gotten under his skull.)
Even though he loves you, he doesn't really love you. ' You notice he never says it out loud. You and sans finally have more than friendship, a little less than love. He'll bare his bones, but won't even think about baring your soul. You chalk it up as early relationship hesitancy, but months go by and you begin to get bored. How can a relationship be sustained upon one party keeping such a distance?
You say this is all for the betterment of their lives, but do the humans and monsters have a say in what goes on in their life?
[RESET]
He kisses your neck with little emotion. Every time you lean into his touch, you notice the way his fingers tremble upon your hips, lightly grazing it but never grasping it. He'll lie besides you, sharing the same bed, but never the same space. You roll over onto your side, head pressed against his ribcage- (he tenses under your grasp. But that's probably the anxiety talking. In your eyes, he sees you as irresistible. Who wouldn't want someone like you? You're everything he desires.)
You press your head against his santrum, one of the things that separates you from his soul. You close his eyes and imagine the sound of a heartbeat, imagining it speeding up when he looks down at you.
'Do you love me?" You ask.
You feel him freeze beneath you. Looking up you watch as his eyelights flicker to the ceiling, and to the open window, as if looking for a way out.
"of course." he says after a few moments. Dryly. You grip him a little tighter. Oh god, the amount of restraint you must exercise as to not pry his ribcage open and force your souls to connect.
The outcome of this timeline is certainly a start. sure, you had to put in a little bit of elbow grease to get where you were, but isn't it worth it? To live on the surface with the one you love most- you didn't even have to reset the timeline numerous times to experiment with different ways to romance him! You're here, with him. He's lying in your arms after you've both filed some taxes and finalized your chores, snoring away like nothing else in the world matters.
It's domestic bliss, something you and him (well, he really realized it yet.) have dreamed about for months.
And if anything, Sans is a lucky individual. Pursued by an individual so attentive, so loving, someone who takes the time out of their day to his physical, emotional, psychological, sexual needs perfectly. Someone who's patient with someone as timid and distant as him. Someone to sticks by his side when he closes up, laughs a little louder when his jokes don't hit as hard, someone who hugs a little longer, someone who loves him for him, even if he isn't himself on some days.
But that patient fades after a while.
You get bored. You ask if he loves you.
"yeah," in his response he flinches, clenching his teeth tighter, as if admitting to a crime. That's weird. You never raise your voice or yell at him. You've been nothing but attentive. Communicative. Loving.
"You don't sound like you do." You purse your lips into a pout. As endearing as you find his laziness, it gets annoying. No wonder you and Papyrus made time out of the week to rant about how annoying that laziness can get.
"seriously buddy? what more do you want outta me?"
( His smile never falters, his expression doesn't loose its joy but you can see the tips of his finger trembling. )
"For you to admit it in your own words instead of agreeing with me."
He's too lazy to admit that he won't.
You're getting tired of saying it for him.
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Okay, you know better. You can't come across too hard onto Sans. (heh) You can't be too dominate, can't be too, too assertive, too blunt. You can't peruse him like prey because he'll retreat back into his shell. But you can study him like a bug beneath a microscope. Your mistakes are laid out bare before you. And with all of it in mind, you set out to fix them.
Across these timelines (how long has it been now? 4, was it 6? maybe even 9? You've gotten so caught up, you know it's somewhere close to the double digits. That's kind of embaressing. All this time combined would've equated someone's journey from childhood to adulthood.
But no one remembers, no one cares. No one can care, and if someone was beginning to show some kind of suspicion you'd just erase their memories with a snap of your fingers, reloading to a time to interact with them in a way that doesn't raise that sort of suspicion.
Mother didn't raise a quitter, and in doing so, you've built yourself piece by excruciating piece to mimic the traits of a shapeshifter. You can be anyone and everyone for him. You've bent over backwards for him, molding yourself into the closest it physically gets to being his soulmate, or what occurs when you're in his shadow. You've become his best friend, and his worst nightmare.
A voice in the back of your mind considers your denial of his agency a sick form of entitlement, maybe. But in this world, you are the judge, jury and executioner of the fate of every timeline.
[RESET]
Across one lifetime, you hold yourself back. You soften the edges of the current personality you've manufactured and allow him to be the one to pull you out of yourself contrasting the numerous times you've pulled down his hoodie. He offers you his jacket while he sees you shambling around Snowdin and you notice he's more willing to initiate conversations, whether they be related to deep philosophical concepts or insulting you with a barrage of puns. He sees himself as someone who protects you at a distance. A safety net for when things go terribly. But even when they do, he's no where to be found. And when he shows up? He congratulates himself for not letting you die. In some timelines, he has his doubts. In others- he's still not letting you get what you want.
[RESET]
You combine personalities across various timelines, losing aspects of yourself as you mold yourself using traits (both subconsciously, and consciously) of other individuals personalities. You're convinced Papyrus may or may not have influenced you as you find yourself acting more assertive and blunt, straightforward with what you want. You find yourself keeping your heart soft, showing decency to people who cross your path. You cook. You clean. You nag. You begin to look after yourself and others. Sans doesn't mind the extra help around the house. But once you perfect this version of yourself, it's too late. It reminds Sans too much like Papyrus, just without his dreams of popularity. And he views you like another sibling. So similar to the family, you were mistaken as a skeleton with skin.
You're staring to get desperate. This is a man who unironically makes people laugh with fart jokes. How difficult is this?
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in another timeline, you're inspired by the ways he's interacted with you in the past. the way he goes about his day without a care in the world, how he can fall asleep in the most inconvenient of places and situations; how he puts so much effort into putting in no effort at all. you take the time to study his mannerisms, the way he shuffles across the snow, hands in his pockets, hunched over. his eyelids heavy to keep himself from falling asleep as papyrus recites why he's so excited to show a puzzle you've seen over and over again. sans needs someone to match his energy, much to the annoyance of papyrus.
You finish his puns. You laze about at Grillby's. You fall asleep next to him- twisting your body to fit into that stupid sentry station he's also napping in. You match his energy. You feel yourself connected to him in a way that's never worked before. You're finally on the right timeline.
Until he admits he doesn't want to date a carbon copy of himself.
Sigh.
Back to the drawing board.
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You act mysterious.
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- You read more.
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You're more guarded
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You're softer.
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You study physics. STEM. Astrology. Astronomy. Biology. Machinery. Complex Computer mechanisms.
[RESET]
You kill him out of frustration. Then you feel bad. You reload, feeling the crushing weight of your regret suffocating alive, and then kill him again and again. You pretend that look of shock he gives you is his look of surprise when you confess to him in a timeline where he finally develops feelings for you.
[RESET]
You're beginning to get restless. What does he see in you that's so undesirable? You've shaped yourself into countless identities, countless versions of yourself that he couldn't possibly say no to. Everytime he pulls away, every time he says no, you simply rip off your skin and regrow a new version of yourself and try again. At this point you're wearing a skinsuit of yourself.
[RESET]
Who even are you?
[RESET]
If there's one thing you're aware of, it's that you know Sans. You've seen the slight tremble in his hand as he comes up to cup your cheek. The hesitation in his voice when he confesses his love. It's the way his grin falters when you approach him, morphing into something tense. From the shock of seeing the one he loves the most. You've seen him laugh because of you, and you've seen him bleed because of you. And that's love isn't it? Knowing someone completely.
If there's a part of yourself that sans doesn't like, you reset, recalibrate. Reconstruct. It's really no big deal. Overtime, it's become easier to soften the edges, tweak dialogue; turn yourself into someone more desirable, someone less threatening, someone less suspicious. Turn into someone who isn't out for blood sweeter. Safe.
And if he doesn't like that?
You will abuse that reset button until the world bends the way you want it.
And he can't leave you. If he does, you'll just reset the timeline and court him again with a version of you that doesn't frighten him. You know what makes him tick. You know what makes him actually happy, what makes him depressed stars above, you know more about him than he knows about himself. You know what scares him. You know how to make his eyelights disappear and what makes his vocals tremble. You know how to break him. And he's powerless to do anything about it. Why? Because you hold the power of his- and everyone's fate in your hands.
He can hide. But you'll always find him.
He can run. And you'll always follow, always two steps ahead despite lingering behind.
He can hate. You'll love.
If he fights, you let him- just long enough to tire himself out for you to be able to cradle him in your arms.
Awh, his begging is precious. (Oh, thereâs no reason to fight him into submission. You already have the collar tightened around his neck. All he needs to do is kneel.)
Sans is inherently wrong. Because you do love him. Right. Right, Right?! You love him enough to save others in the process.
You love himself enough to drag yourself through a thousand timelines and rewrite the world to create a future both you and him can enjoy. You keep coming back because you love him. You love him more than you love yourself. You love him more than he loves himself. You love him enough to want to know how to be the perfect partner. Isn't that's why you keep coming back.
At some point in time, your fights become less of a mission to destroy his world, and more of an excuse to initiate a form of intimacy. You'll die a thousand times over whenever he spares you if it allows you to feel the way his phalanges brush against your cheek ...practically romance
[RESET]
But even then, that becomes boring. By now, you've danced every dance. You've squeezed every last bit of novelty out of him. He's made you bleed as many times as you've broken him. You kill him a few times. Just to remind him who's in control. Out of frustration. The adrenaline rush is addicting. To see hold him in your arms as he dusts- a way to make up for the denied intimacy by feeling the warmth of his blood stain your clothing and hands.
[RESET]
This timeline is different. That's fine. You like surprises.
With a courteous nod, you thank him. And he mirrors your movements, almost relieved you didn't say more. He promptly switches the conversation to the topic of his brother, taking your hand and leading you through the gates.
He looks like he's been reunited with the one he loves. But you can see it in his eye sockets.
His soul is screaming.
This is more than enough.
He's behaving.
Finally.
After endless timelines.
After countless resets.
After all that effort. After all the bloodshed, and fighting, after ripping your soul out over and over again for him.
He finally loves you. Heâs trying so hardâpushing through the fog of his own brokenness to reach you.
He takes you out on dates. He puts the effort in to make himself look presentable. He brings you flowers and homemade chocolate (courtesy of Papyrus.) He leaves you flirty puns on sticky notes in the morning. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans his skull against your shoulder. You can feel his soul beating through his ribcage.
It's almost perfect.
(You don't mention how you notice the way he flinches when you touch him. You see him scanning your expression, studying your body language, quick to react in your favor when your mood shifts. There's a strain in his voice whenever he flirts with you. It doesn't annoy you, but you notice how often he trips over his words while he apologizes and shuts down- whatever retort or comeback he had prepared dying in his throat.)
Often, he wakes up in the middle of the night, holding the diagonal scar that runs down his chest; hyperventilating. His hands run across his skull, grabbing at his shoulder to anchor himself. His eyelights dart across the room frantically.
It doesn't take much to wake you. You feel his gaze linger on your body and you're awake. You shift in your position and look up at your lover. He forces himself to calm down, taking one deep breath after the other, his body instinctively relaxing. He reaches a trembling arm out to ruffle your hair.
You pretend not to hear the pain in his voice and respond by holding him tighter. And he freezes. His bone goes stiff, as if expecting a blow. His breath catching in his non existent throat.
Despite the primal fear in his eye lights, You can tell he wants this, more than anything else.
He's finally staying in his place, refusing to pull away from your grasp. Neither is he pushing you away. By that look in his eye, you can tell he's not planning to use one of his shortcuts to teleport to Grillby's to escape this moment.
He did so in previous timelines, but in this one? The thought never crosses his mind.
Instead, he shifts closer to your side, his forehead pressed against yours. He's shaking. So delicate, like he can fall apart in your hands. He's gotten days worth of sleep and he looks exhausted.
This isnât saying you shouldnât write bad or sad stories or anything, but from Gasterâs perspective as a character in those stories of course heâd want âhappyâ endings, haha.
But anyway, I kept telling you guys that when Handplates was over I would tell you. Well⊠here we are. After seven long years, here we are.
When I started I never thought Iâd make it. To be honest, it doesnât feel real to me at all. My brain still expects to do another page in about two weeks as it always does. I assume itâll take a while to sink in. Thereâs a lot to say but this post is already incredibly long (sorry), so itâs probably suited to its own post.
But for all of you out there who read this story, whether you were there from the beginning or just came in now, thank you so much. And for all of you that were inspired by this comic, who created things for it, who blessed me with so many amazing gifts of art and fic and music and dubs and videos and so much more⊠I donât know how to thank you enough. I never dreamed that an idle idea could have come this far or had such an impact on my life and so many people, but it did.
I kind of feel at a loss for words⊠again itâs very surreal. But I will say that Gaster wondering whether the kid is an actual human or not has an unintended level to it since my avatar is a fox but itâs TOO LATE NOW I GUESS lol.
( About how itâs a long, long, long journey that weâve been on
And itâs a long long long story that shall be told
And itâs a long long day, and weâve come a long long way
But thereâs still a long way to go
Itâs a long long long way
Itâs a long long strong way
Itâs a long long long way
Forward - [x] )
