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You mentioned in the tags about wanting more Grillby requests ~so~ how do you think he'd react to an s/o whos a complete disaster around the kitchen? Like, they're REALLY bad- somehow manages to make boiling water explode bad. They keep trying to help out because they feel guilty that Grillby does most of the cooking but no matter how much time and effort they put in it the result never changes. (Sorry if this was too long! #'_'#)
I am ALWAYS up for more Grillby! And don’t worry about it being too long, especially since it’s only for one character!
Undertale Grillby (Grillby)
At first, Grillby is just horrified. How could one person be so… dangerous…? He couldn’t find the right word to describe how concerning it was that you could so easily hurt yourself with the way you cooked. At first, he’d asked you to handle boiling some water so that he didn’t have to risk getting too close. He’d been at the opposite side of the kitchen, prepping some food for the night’s service when he heard something pop. He spun on his heel, half expecting you to have dropped something, but instead he sees the pot steaming and steaming water dotting everywhere, including you. He rushed over, quickly grabbing a dry washcloth and cleaning the boiling water off you as quick as he could. After that, he watched the water boil with you, confused when nothing happened. How did you even manage that? Later on, he gives you other things to help out with, behind the bar and as far away from the kitchen as he can get you.
When he hears that you’re upset about not being able to help him around the kitchen he’s… upset. Though not at you. He’s upset at himself for not being more clear. When it comes to a lot of things, he’s not very helpful. He can’t do anything with water, so you have to wash and dry the dishes for him. He could technically do it with rubber gloves like he used to, but it’s still dangerous for him. Even washing clothes he had to do with gloves. Besides, he enjoys cooking. But more than enjoying cooking, he enjoys seeing you enjoy his cooking. It’s one of the things he can do and do well. If it really upsets you that much, he’s willing to literally hold your hands and have the two of you cook together. He wants you to be happy, but he also wants you to know that he loves seeing you so happy when you eat what he makes. It’s one of things he enjoys!
Hey @skelliesandfriends ! It’s me, your secret santa! I loved your OC so much that I had to do some sort of picture of them to go along with the drabble I wrote for their first meeting with SF Sans (under cut). I really hope you like it! @undertalesecretsanta
Oh my god... I’m squealing and highly concerning my roommate... I can’t find the words... You got the character perfect and their interactions with Sans was amazing... I just ajsaiaoiffajgjksjdoa!!!!!!!!
And the picture is so beautiful! Her expression the way her hair is flowing my goodness gracious!!! ajkhsdkljalkfklgjklajklgjkdlgj
Thank you so much!! I love this so much!! Aaaaa!!!!!!
@wolftrest Here’s the other piece for your @undertalesecretsanta! I can never resist skelebro shenanigans, so have a couple of pranksters making their getaway form a successful jape! There’s no catching the skeleton stack technique!
Shockingly, this piece gave me some trouble–I wanted it to be lineless, but I just couldn’t get it to look the way I really wanted. I still wanted to finish it though! So this is what I ended up with; all things considered I’m still pretty happy with it. Enjoy!
Hey @goops-art!! I’m your secret santa for the Undertale Secret Santa Summer event ( @undertalesecretsanta if you want to check out some of the other works others have done!) ! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I made sure to make it plenty angsty for ya! I hope you enjoy!
You can read it here, under the cut, or here at AO3!
“mornin' bro,” Sans mumbled as he trotted down the stairs. He winced at the bright lights filtering in through the front windows, freezing as he reached the ground floor and the realization hit him. His eyelights lifted, flitting over the windows and the room he was in. He wasn't... underground? When he went to bed the night before, he'd just gotten back from one of his posts. What was going on?
This house was larger than their home underground, evidenced by the huge living room. A large television set hung from the wall, a small open-faced cabinet for gaming consoles underneath. Stands for movies and games were on the left and right respectively. The couch was huge and fluffy, he could practically see the pressed down section where he would normally spend most of his time. There was even a nice, glass coffee table with matching stands to go with it. Everything was... so neat and clean. The few plants dotted about were well taken care of, flourishing; even a cactus in one of the windowsills was flowering.
That was when he focused on the walls. On top of a few decorations, there were a multitude of picture frames. The first set he glanced at seemed to be of his friends. Some of them had Alphys and Undyne looking the happiest they'd ever been; there was even one of their wedding! A wedding he didn’t remember happening! There was another picture, one of Asgore and Toriel, Frisk between them, that caught his eye as well, especially considering how happy they all looked. But..., there were none with Papyrus; rather, there were none of either of them.
He moved further down the wall, looking over a shelf. There were a few knick knacks on it, including a set of newton balls and one of those 'hovering' things created using magnets. Most notably, however, were the photos. While none of them had Pap, there were a few with him and... another monster? The other monster was purple and rather... goopy in nature, for lack of a better term. It seemed like he and this monster got along pretty well; in every picture, the two of them seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Frowning, Sans poked at the newton balls and walked over to the window, glancing out. The yard was gorgeous, with immaculately cared for gardens and a beautiful cobblestone pathway. The attention to detail was amazing, something he would have only thought possible from his brother. Which meant Papyrus had to be in the house, somewhere. The porch just outside was made of wood, including a swing that hung and swayed in the breeze. Everything seemed too serene... where was Pap?
Sans turned on his heel, nearly taking a shortcut up the stairs in his rush. The top of the staircase opened into a hallway, with part of the wall being replaced by a bannister that overlooked the living room. The first door he checked, first one on his left, was a laundry room, the washer and dryer both running. He glanced around, hoping to find a loose scarf or battle body, but found nothing that he could relate it to his brother. Feeling a shiver force its way down his spine, he checked the other door on the right. It appeared to be an office of sorts, and it was divided in two zones: one side had his unique brand of messiness all over the place, the walls and desk covered with papers. Various equations were scribbled on almost every one of them with his distinct handwriting. The heavy-duty computer that took up most of his desk was covered in sticky notes, and he counted three mugs, each with their own pun written on it. In contrast, the other side of the room was much cleaner, though still messy in its own way. The same type of computer took up a large portion of that other desk, though more interesting was the drawing tablet. On a small cabinet organizer to the left of the desk sat a sketchbook. Through the clear drawers he could see a multitude of drawing supplies.
That definitely wasn't Papyrus' desk.
Sans shut the door, taking off down the hall in the other direction. There were three rooms there, and he started with the first on the left. That one was clearly his, and he could vaguely remember waking up in there. There was his self sustaining trash tornado in one corner, though the rest of the room was cleaner than he usually kept it. An empty hamper sat just inside his door, a single sock sitting beside it. His bed was raised, no longer a single mattress on the ground. The sheets and blanket were clearly washed recently, though they were messy from him waking up just a little while ago. A bookshelf beside his dresser stared back at him, the titles all things he knew were ones he'd enjoy. Joke books took up the entire top shelf, and science books took up the bottom two. The remaining two shelves had everything from novels to comics to other types of textbooks. There was even another desk in the room with what he guessed was a personal laptop. Frowning, he shut the door and turned to the other room on the left.
He was greeted with another bedroom, this one slightly larger and, judging by the door on the right wall, with its own personal bathroom. The bed was a bit bigger than his as well, though this one had clearly been made. There were more pictures in here, mostly of that goop monster with his friends and several with him. There was a bookshelf in here as well, though this one had less textbooks and more sketchbooks. The desk here had a laptop and several cans of drawing supplies. A laptop bag hung from the chair, several buttons pinned to the strap. On the other end of the room, next to a closet was the dresser with a few small boxes and a stack of clean clothes on top. At the very least, this was the room of that purple monster..., but what did that mean for him? Why was he living with a stranger? Well..., clearly they weren't strangers. There were pictures of the two of them plastered everywhere. Who was she?
Grinding his teeth, Sans shut the door and spun around to the only remaining door, practically tearing it open. His SOUL fell as an immaculate bathroom greeted him. It was clean, sure, and definitely to Papyrus' standards..., but where was his brother.
A beeping from downstairs caught his attention, and he suddenly realized that the goopy monster was probably in the house! He made his way downstairs slowly. He took one final glance around the living room, opening the door underneath the stairs and catching sight of lab equipment in the basement. Wincing, he passed an open door to a bathroom and through an archway into a kitchen. The purple monster from the photos was bustling around, a section of the goop on her head looking like it was about to fly off. She pulled a pair of oven mitts on, the edges of her sweatshirt disappearing underneath. Clearly unaware of his presence, she pulled out a tray of cookies, yellow eyes gleaming happily at the perfectly cooked confections. She set the tray to the side, turning her attention back to the spaghetti sauce bubbling on the stove. After stirring it, she grabbed another tray, this one with some sort of bread, and popped that in the oven. Once the timer was set, she spun around and nearly jumped out of her clothes.
“Sans!” She grinned at him, turning around and pulling open the fridge to grab a glass bottle of ketchup with a straw cap on top. “Morning lazybones. I finished the homemade ketchup this morning, so feel free to take a sip!” She set it down at the table, moving back to the marble counters to wipe some crumbs off and clean up a few spills. “And you really need to stop sneaking around everywhere. You're gonna give me a heart attack!”
The skeleton slipped onto one of the cushioned seats at the table, taking a sip of the ketchup. It was good, great even. Better than anything he'd had underground. And he told her that.
A chuckle escaped the goop monster. “Well, thanks. Considering all you've done for me, making ketchup and handling the cooking is the least I could do.” She grinned back at him as she moved the cookies to a cooling tray. “I'm almost finished the treats and food for your party tonight. And don't worry, I made sure you could have a lazy day when your actual birthday rolls around on Tuesday.”
“uh, yeah... right.”
The monster paused, hand halfway towards a bowl of cookie dough. “Sans? Are you alright?” She turned around, leaning against the counter. “You seem... off? You seemed really excited about the party when we were talking about it yesterday.”
Sans gripped the bottle tighter, taking in a big sip. “are... have... where's my brother?”
“Brother?”
“yeah, papyrus. my brother.”
The monster glanced to the side, tapping the counter. “Sans, you've never told me about a brother? You always said you were an only child.” She glanced back, tightening her grip on the counter at his disappeared eye lights.
“no, i remember having a brother. i... i know him. how... where else would these memories come from? i... i don't even know you!”
“You don't...?” she asked, eyes widening. “But... we've been housemates for years.” Taking in a shuddering breath, she stepped away from the counter and sat at the table with him. “I moved in about three years ago after Undyne found you passed out on the floor and everyone decided you needed someone to keep you alive. I needed somewhere to go, and you decided it was a win-win.” The goop monster rubbed a hand over her head, smoothing the balls that were trying to float away. “I work on my drawing to help with some income, and you take care of the rest in return for me making sure you're fed and getting proper sleep.”
“that's what pap does,” he argued back, voice weak and barely audible.
Sighing, the other monster leaned forward. “I hate to suggest this, but could it be one of those timeline anomalies you're always muttering about?” She fell back against her chair when his gaze shot to her. “From what little I understand, there could be a timeline where you're living with this brother, but this timeline could be one where he never even existed or something happened to stop him from being born.”
Sans blinked once, considering the implications. Seconds later, he remembered the equipment in the basement. He shot up from his seat, running through the house and ignoring the sound of his housemate calling after him in worry. Using his magic, he tore open the door to the basement and flew down the stairs. After nearly tripping at the bottom, he skidded to a stop and looked around. Scorch marks greeted him, metal shrapnel embedded into the wall, floor, and other pieces of equipment. In the center back of the room, he could see the remains of a machine. A familiar machine. One just like the one he had in his secret room in the Underground.
The only one that would be able to get him back home to his brother.
It’s a crime scene.
*You nope your way away from these murderers.
Heya, @sprinkles257 ! I’m your SS, Nairi :D Yeah, it was me the whole time >:D AND I’m taking over this account to post this drawing of mine again eeee— SPRINKLES! I hope you liked your gift! It’s a bit different from what i usually do, but I’m quite proud of it~! @undertalesecretsanta SUMMER EVENT!! WOOHOO!
Special thanks to @skelliesandfriends, @hansama (Nairi), @sesurescue, and all the others who proof read it and made it readable. :D
@hansama (Han) requested Babybones for the @undertalesecretsanta, and she is getting Babybones :)
Sorry it’s posted in 4 parts, It would be a super long post if I did it all together. (Links to all the parts are at the bottom of each section.)
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I was more than happy to help! Everyone go check them out! They’ve got a great sense of humor, they’re an awesome person, and they’re writing is top notch!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is Chapter 1 of the sequel to “Blind But Not Unseeing”! While it’s not necessary to read the first one, I would personally recommend it.
This story will take us through the Multi-Verse along with the Spectrum Soul. For those who read the first one and have questions, don’t worry. They will be answered along the way.
Heyo, everyone! On top of working on finding ideas for the few headcannons in my box, I’ve also been working on this! It’s an Undertale Reader fanfiction with a neutral reader and a trip through a lot of the universes! It’s going to be a lot of fun, so you all should try it out! It is a sequel, but it can be read on its own (though only the first chapter is out now).
Ooooh that sick ask was super cute. The crush with Stretch and Classic remember what they said and seem to be super embarrassed. They beg the guy to not think they're creepy and tell the guy that they'll keep quiet about it if he needs them to. :D
I’m glad you liked it! For those who didn’t read/see the first one, you can find it here!
Undertale Sans (Sans/Classic)
The next morning, you wake up feeling confused and disoriented. You’re definitely not in your house, and the thing that ends up telling you where you are is Papyrus helping you sit up and giving you a glass of water. There’s a Sans firmly attached to one of your hands, so you have to use the free one. Once you’ve had something to drink, you ask Papyrus what happened. He relays what he remembers and goes to reheat some food for you. As you consider what he said and try to play through the events of the day before, a memory with surprising clarity flashes by. You remember Sans trying to push you into his car and you saying… something…
A gasp escapes you and you pull your hand from Sans’ grip, the sudden motion and force waking him up. He looks up blearily at you, grinning when he sees that you’re awake. “hey, there. your lookin’ better.” You immediately start blurting out apologies. He just raises a brow bone. “ya know,” he says, getting up and moving over to the TV. “i hear being sick for humans is a lot like being drunk. they say what they’ve been meaning to say.” He plays around with the CD player for a while before grabbing a couple remotes and sitting beside you on the couch. He’s got a lazy grin and the beginnings of blue blush spreading across his cheekbones. “so, since you’re recoverin’, how about a movie date?”
Underswap Papyrus (Stretch)
For the first time in what feels like forever, Stretch wakes up before someone in the same building. He sits up, stretching slowly and blinking over at your sleeping form. Your eyebrows are pulled in, breathing still a little unhealthily. Checking the time on his phone, he decides its probably a good time to wake you up and make sure you’re not getting sicker.
He shakes you awake, vaguely concerned when you only stare at him blankly. “ya know, most people are willing to talk more after giving a love confession.” You blink a few more times, eyes widening as you wake up and fully comprehend what he said. The memory flashes back, and you audibly squeak as you sit up and launch yourself against the back of the couch. You immediately apologize, begging him to not think you’re creepy. You certainly hadn’t intended to come to his house. In fact, you’d been on your way home, but must have just come here instead because you trusted and liked him so much…
When you notice the orange spreading across his cheekbones, you pause your word vomit and replay it in your head, noticing the words where you essentially confessed again. You mumble quietly about not needing to tell anyone so that he doesn’t have to feel awkward or anything. When he doesn’t respond, you go to stand up, ready to flee and spend the rest of eternity curled up in your room.
He grabs you as you make your escape, pulling you back down next to him. “nuh-uh. don’t think you can get out of this that easy.” He’s got a grin on his face. One that seems… more honest that his usual one. “now tell me all about this trust and likin’,” he mumbles.
Welcome back! I was wondering if I could get reactions from UT Sans, UF Sans, UF Papyrus, US Papyrus, UT Grillby, and UF Grillby with a crush or S/O that has a service dog for anxiety and fainting spells? If your not comfortable with this, just ignore it. Again, welcome back ^_^
Thanks for the warm welcome back! I’m really glad to be back! And I’m totally comfortable with service dog asks, for the record! I have a service dog of my own who helps with scratching and panic attacks, so I can understand some stuff with what it’s like. Mine’s still technically in training, though. She has a bad habit of jumping on people to try and get pet and barking at dogs since she wants to play… ^.^’’
And for this particular ask, I’m going to go with them meeting the dog, working and in-vest, for the first time. If that’s not quite what you wanted, send in another ask and I’ll answer it that way!
~ UndertaleSans (Sans/Classic)
Oh. Look, you have a dog. He didn’t know you had a dog. At first, he has an honest desire to pet pat pat pet, but then he sees the vest. Service dog? There weren’t any service dogs underground. So, he asks you about it, wondering what it’s for. It takes a bit for him to flounder about with his words and for you to realize he’s asking about service dogs in general. After learning what they do in general, he really wants to pet it because it, just like Lesser and Greater dogs is such a good dog, but he knows he can’t. Instead, he smoothly asks if he can hang out with you when your dog isn’t working.
Grillby (Grillby)
The fire man was enjoying a slow night at the bar, carefully wiping down some old glasses and doing inventory. He glances up when the door chimes, hesitating at the vested dog standing tightly to its owners side. He goes to say something about no animals being allowed, but then sees the vest. When you take a seat at a booth, he glides over, simultaneously happy to see you again and confused as to why you have an animal. Seeing your smile, he gently greets you, letting you know in his usual, quiet way, that he’s glad to see you. After making sure you want your usual, he asks if it’s all right for him to know about your service dog. He listens intently as you tell him, and he nods sagely.
Later, right before you leave, he comes in from the back and hands you a small bag. He won’t tell you what’s in it, but when you get home, you find a set of freshly baked dog cookies. What a sweetheart.
~ UnderfellSans (Red)
Why’d you bring a dog to your date??? He’s… very confused. When you explain what purpose the dog holds, he just gets quiet. After a while he changes the subject. Near the end of the date, he asks how you went about getting and training a service dog. A year or so later, you go with him to pick one out to begin its training. He really needs one for his anxiety attacks, and once it finishes its training, you’re both much happier.
Papyrus (Edge)
DOG. WHY, DATEMATE? He’s confused. You know he hates dogs. Why would you bring a dog. For a few minutes, he’s horrified. But then he just wants to know why. He hears about why and nods for a bit. Then he nods and simply says, “THIS DOG IS CLEARLY THE ONE CANINE THAT IT OKAY.” After that, you find bags of treats and toys randomly appearing around your house and in your bags and pockets. He’s a huge supporter of whatever helps you. He prides himself of being the one to help you get help.
Grillby (Spitfire)
Why do you need a dog when you have him? Spitfire is decently possessive, so he spends a lot of time being jealous of this creature that takes care of you in his place. How dare it think it can do better than he can. He’ll keep basically ignoring it until he hears of it helping you when he’s not around to do so. After than, he spends a lot of time making sure it has everything it needs. He’ll also talk to you about having it trained for a few protective commands (i.e., growling on command or fake-biting). If he had his way, it would snap at anyone that went near you, but he understands that it needs to act a certain way to properly keep you healthy.
Underswap Papyrus (Stretch)
Sweet dog. Can it really do into the movie theater with you? Sweet. He’s pretty chill about it. He’s the only one that doesn’t ask what purpose it serves or what it specifically does for you. So long as no one gets mad or tries to force you out, he doesn’t care. If someone does fight you on it, an he hears about the laws, he’ll happily cut in and pretend he knows something. With a skeleton whose eyes suddenly vanish only to be replaced by a shimmering orange one behind you, no one’s really going to argue.
Hiya, all! With the number of characters I’ve done and have requests for getting higher, I figured that I’d make a list of the nicknames I have for characters. I don’t have some yet, so I’ll update this when I find some. If any of you have ideas, I’d love to hear them.
Ones marked with a nickname and three question marks are those that I am unsure of. Ones left with only question marks are those that I have no idea for.
The rest will be going under the cut, since I don’t want to take up too much space. If I figure out how to add a mobile link, I’ll do that. If not, the way to access on mobile is to hold down the send button and select copy to clipboard and paste it into your chosen browser. Sorry for any inconvenience. :)
With new followers since I made this so long ago, I figured I’d reblog it! If anyone has any ideas, I’m still looking for names for the characters with “???” where the nickname would be.
hello! it is i, your summer santa! i have questions about how you perceive swapfell sans... do you like to think of him as more of a tiny tyrant to Myst? or is he a little gentleman? is he little at all???? how does Myst interact with him? are they a touchy-feely couple or no? thank you!!!
Hello! Sorry for the late response, I had little to no internet for a few days! I was supposed to be back a few days ago, but it kept taking longer. Again, I’m really sorry!!!
As for how they get along, SF Sans (who I’ll refer to as Sans from now on for ease) is constantly worried for her. In the SF universe, Myst hides (or hid) deep in Waterfall. Many monsters covet her healing abilities, so she’s essentially in danger whenever she goes out. Sans knows that, so sometimes he gets worried when she goes out on her own or if he hears someone talking about her healing. This can sometimes translate into him being a bit of a tyrant from trying to keep her safe (occasionally trying to control her) and yelling when he’s overly concerned. Otherwise, he’s usually super sweet to her, and though he doesn’t usually say it, he thinks he’s the luckiest monster alive to have her as his mate/partner.
He doesn’t really know how aging in Unicorns work, so he’s not concerned about that. However, despite the fact it slightly lessens her lifespan, Myst will heal Sans and his brother no matter their injury. From something as small as a bump to something as big as a missing limb, she’ll heal them both. From the moment her and Sans got together, she was perfectly willing to do whatever it took to keep them both safe and sound.
In public (in the underground), Sans does his best to make himself (and her, if she’ll let him) seem more intimidating and harsh so as to try and discourage monsters from hurting or kidnapping her. At home, he always likes to be touching her in some way, even if it’s just holding hands or leaning against her, since it reminds him that she’s really there. Aboveground, he’s slightly more relaxed in public, but still tries to keep an eye out and does his best to not show weaknesses.
If you need anything else, please let me know! And I’m sorry again for being so late!
Hello! Love your work! How would the UF and SF bros react to their s/o having an overprotective BFF who pulls them aside when the meet and casually says; "If you hurt my cinnamon bun, I'll break your bones one by one"
Aw! Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy!
~ UnderfellSans (Red)
Laughs at first. Once he calms down, he looks the friend straight in the eye, his eyelights disappearing, and says, “listen, i know i don’t deserve ‘em. no one deserves ‘em. i’ll just do my best and let you know that if anyone hurts ‘em, it won’t be me, and you’ll have to get in line right behind me to defend ‘em.” After that, his usual grin is in place and his eyelights return. He’s grinning a bit wider than usual, a little strained, but won’t tell you what happened. He just gives you a hug (or your non-touch equivalent) and tells you that he likes this friend of yours.
Papyrus (Edge)
Screeches in indignation at first. How dare this person who claims to be your friend even suggest that he would hurt you! And he lets them know. “WHILE I CONCUR THAT MY WONDERFUL PARTNER IS THE SWEETEST CINNAMON BUN, I TAKE OFFENSE TO YOUR THOUGHT THAT I WOULD EVEN CONSIDER HURTING THEM!” He puffs his chest out proudly and leans in. “AND I’LL BE KEEPING AN EYE ON YOU, AS WELL. YOU’D BEST HOPE YOU DON’T HURT THEM.” It might be in your best interest to not tell him that he screamed the whole thing so loud you could’ve heard him a mile away.
~ SwapfellSans (Black/Blackberry)
Black scoffs, rolling his eyes. Though, to some extent, he can understand. You could hardly last at the worst of the Underground, and he knows how sweet you are. It would be too dangerous for you. So, after thinking on it for a bit, he nods and look at your best friend. His voice is oddly quiet, and all he says is, “you have my word.” You deserve the world, and he’s going to make sure that world doesn’t hurt you one bit.
Papyrus (Rus)
He just gapes for a little while. Him? Hurt you?! You’re his deity! He could never dream of hurting someone as sweet and wonderful as yourself! So, he tells the friend, “they’re lucky to have someone like you.” And then proceeds to make sure they know all the reasons he can think of as to why you’re so perfect and amazing and deserving of everything and how he could never even consider hurting you because of all those reasons! To be honest, he also thinks of those as reasons you shouldn’t be with someone like him, but he bites his tongue on that. In the end, either you or your friend will probably have to stop him. He’s got a lot of reasons! I mean, has everyone seen your different types of smiles?!
Alright homie so let's say the lazy skeleguys of UT, US, UF, SF, and HT are friends with their crush and crush in a fever ridden state comes to his house instead of theirs. They plop onto him and when he tries to leave they grumble, "noooo... I love you and you make me feel better."
Undertale Sans (Sans/Classic)
When he sees you at the door, he gets concerned. Not only did you just show up out of the blue, which you never do, you don’t look… well. You’re burning up when he touches you, and the way you’re acting is only making him more worried. He’s about to say some pun about your having a fever, while trying to push you out the door and into his car, when you finally say something. His face flushes blue and he pulls you back into the house. He gets you set up on the couch, calling Papyrus to go buy some medicine for you. When Papyrus gets back, he finds you bundled and sleeping on the couch, with Sans sitting on the floor and holding one of your hands.
When the two of you wake up, he’ll make sure you’re well taken care of. He won’t bring up what you said until you’re feeling better.
Underfell Sans (Red)
Red glances around out of habit, making sure that no one saw you show up in your weakened state. He drags you in and plops you down on the couch, wishing that Edge (Underfell Papyrus) was home since he would know what to do. Instead, he just grabs a glass of water and effectively forces it down your throat. When you don’t seem to be getting better, he wraps you up in a few blankets and goes to call Alphys. Your hand weakly trails after him, and, despite his worried state, he manages to hear your mutter. He freezes where he was, standing there for a solid minute. After snapping out of it, he picks you up and brings you to his room, cuddling with your sick burrito self. Well, if you like him back, there’s no reason to not go right ahead, right?
Underswap Papyrus (Stretch)
When he sees your state outside his house, he pulls you in and calls Blue (Underswap Sans) to get some supplies. He also gives his Alphys a call, checking for things like temperature and what to give you to eat. Once that’s set, he wraps you up and gets up to see if they have the right ingredients for what she suggested. You latch onto his arm, physically pulling him down beside you despite your weakened state. “noooo… I love you and you make me feel better.” He just grins, leaning against you. “sure, hun. just get some sleep.” He’ll be more apt to believe you when you’re fully coherent.
Swapfell Papyrus (Rus)
Immediately starts fussing over you when you show up. He’s never dealt with sick humans. Why are you here? Why are you so unwell? Did someone poison you? To all of his questions, you just mumble quietly, letting him lift you up and bring you into the safety of his room. He brushes a bunch of garbage off his bed, cracking open a window so the smell of cigarettes goes away. As he bundles you up, he’s also opening his phone and looking up your symptoms online. WebMD is absolutely not helpful when it tells him you have some horrible incurable disease. He gets up, ready to call an ambulance, when you mumble the words. When he hears the words, he just melts beside you.
The next morning, you wake up to him curled up on the floor beside the bed. You don’t remember how you got there, and when you wake him up to ask, he just starts crying. Mixed in are ‘I love you, too’’s and him asking you to not get so sick again.
Horrortale Sans (Ax)
“oh. that’s not healthy.” As morbid as it is, he knows his meat. And you’re definitely not doing okay. He leads you in, sitting you in the kitchen while he makes some soup and gets some water for you. After you’ve had enough to drink and he’s forced some broth in you, he brings you up to his room. If his brother found you on the couch, he’d probably wake you up with his louder than normal voice. You’d probably wake up with a headache, so it was best that you got enough sleep. He’s got you wrapped up in some of his warmest blankets and the humidifier he stole from his brother’s closet is going full blast. When he goes to leave, he hears you murmur something other your breath. He asks you to repeat yourself, flush working across his bones when he processes the words. Hand scratching at his socket, he chuckles. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbles, settling himself beside you but above the blankets.
The next morning, no matter how you feel, he’s gonna ask you out on a date. “we’ve all ready slept together after all.” audible wink
Hiya!! I saw you had no asks in your inbox? Would you be willing to do UT Undyne and Grillby and US Sans with a friend who gets regular anxiety attacks? Like they might be talking about something or another and they'll just kinda go quiet and that's how the char knows it's either happening or starting? This is kinda what happens to me, I get a lot of mini anxiety attacks so to speak, and my usual tell is that it gets really hard for me to speak at all, which is how I know to get somewhere quiet.
That’s right! I was dreadfully empty :P Yours is one of two, so I’m excited to keep answering! I’m also really excited for Undyne and Grillby! It’s been a while since I’ve done asks for them.
As for the anxiety thing, I feel you. Sometimes I go completely non-verbal when I get too anxious. It can be rough, so I hope you’re doing well!
~ UndertaleUndyne (Undyne)
Undyne is used to helping Alphys with her anxiety, so she’s done a lot of research into it. One of the first things she does when she notices it the first time is she checks her phone, exclaims that you and her are late for something, and gently leads you away where there are no prying eyes. The first time, she lets it go by, since she knows different people need different things and doesn’t want to make it worse.
After the first time, once you’ve completely calmed down, she sits down with you and, oddly quiet for her, asks how she can help. Once you explain what you need when that happens, she just nods and changes the subject. She brings you somewhere and you forget about the whole thing.
When it happens again, she does just as you asked. When you try to thank her, she changes the subject. It’s what’s right. She doesn’t feel she should be thanked for that.
Grillby (Grillby)
It happens for the first time at his bar. You’re at the counter with a few of his and your friends. Even as noise fills the room with the bar getting busier, you just keep getting quieter. It’s when you’ve been quiet for a while that he notices how different you were from earlier. He watches you while he works. When he sees it getting worse, he glances around the bar and nods resolutely. He looks over the counter and quietly announces he needs help. Moments later, he nominates you and leads you through the fire door and into the kitchen. He leaves you there while you calm yourself down, going about his business.
Once you’ve calmed down, he teaches you how to sign the phrase “need help”, so that he knows when you need to get away from the others. It isn’t the best solution, but he doesn’t want to force you to tell everyone else. He actually enjoys having you back there while he works on his burgers and fries. It’s a nice change.
~ Underswap Sans (Blue/Blueberry)
Blue… probably doesn’t realize what’s going on the first time. He works with Cosmoid (Underswap Undyne) a lot, so he realizes it later, but it takes him a bit to understand the connection. He works hard learning what triggers your attacks in an effort to keep it from happening. In the beginning, he doesn’t even talk about it. He just does it, trying to solve it himself. He’ll eventually ask you about it, realizing that this is hardly something he should be doing without your input or consent.
Ok so what if the UT/UF/SF skelebros S/O had become pregnant and they were trying to figure out how to tell their bonefriend. Whilst thinking about it the skele had come home and was ranting about something they saw. After a while the S/O says “sweetheart, love of my life, father of my child, please get to the point.” Accidentally. Like they said the thing about them being a dad accidentally.
I actually had this answered a while ago, but my answer got deleted and I lost the inspiration :/ Technology is a blessing and a curse. Sorry it took so long for me to finally get to this!
~ Undertale
Sans (Sans/Classic)
Instantly freezes. Forgets what he was talking about. Forgets his own name. “uh, what was that last part?” When you repeat yourself, he just clings to you and cries. Tears pour from his sockets at an almost alarming rate. He doesn’t know how great he’ll be as a dad, but you? You’ll be a perfect parent.
Papyrus (Papyrus/Papy)
He keeps going for a bit, slowly getting quieter and trailing off. He stays silent for so long you start to fidget in your seat. “F-father…?” At your nod, he picks you up and cuddles you close. He switches his rant to how great you are and how he will be the best dad and think of all the supplies you need! He makes the whole list of things during the rant, happily chattering. Once he’s done with that, he calls everyone he knows to let them know he’s going to be a father.
~ Underfell
Sans (Red)
Disappears. Poof. There he goes. The revelation was a bit too much for him to handle, so he just vanishes. He’ll be back later to talk it over with you. He has a hard time showing it through all the anxiety, but he’s really happy. He can’t wait to show of his kid to everyone that’ll look. The next few months he’ll be pampering you.
Papyrus (Edge)
He pauses his rant, lecturing you on how rude it is to interrupt someone while they’re talking before continuing where he left off. He finishes his whole rant and walks off to go make dinner. Never once does he mention what you said.
That night, while you’re sleeping and he’s off doing more housework, the door to your shared room slams open, shocking you awake. He’s staring at you, screeching in his ‘I don’t know what to say way’. When you finally ask him why the heck he woke you up, he asks you to repeat what you said during his rant. When you can’t, simply confused, he repeats it for you. At your affirmative, he shuts the door, takes off his apron, and cuddles into the bed with you.
Don’t point out the wetness on your shoulder.
~ Swapfell
Sans (Black/Blackberry)
Immediately shoves his skull next to your stomach, trying to hear… something? You’re not quite sure what he’s doing and, when asked, he doesn’t seem sure either. You have to explain that you’re not far enough along for him to feel the baby kick, and you can’t hear it’s heartbeat without equipment. He nods sagely, lifting you into his arms and bringing you to the car. It’s shopping time, and be prepared for a long event. His child will only have the best. As will his pregnant s/o.
Papyrus (Rus)
Rus asks you to repeat yourself a few times. He steps forward, pausing and retracting the hands that were about to wrap you in a hug. He’s afraid to touch you. What if he hurts you? What if he hurts the baby??? He’ll be an anxious bad until you explain to him exactly how it works and what he can safely do. He’s still treating you like glass, but he starts touching you again after a couple hours. He finally tosses out all his smokes, consciously aware of what could harm the kid and angry at himself for not even considering how much it could have already harmed you. The entire time, he’s pampering you and giving you whatever you want.
