i’m a little nervous to share but here we go! this my boi Kalluno! he appears in a Dadster multiverse fic I’m writing. he’s a baby Blaster!Sans who was rescued from his AU and subsequent creator by a wandering outcode Gaster, who had just escaped from his own unfortunate circumstances.
You can read more about him below!
About
Name:
Kalluno “Wolf”
Pronouns: They/them/he/him
In-universe coded as 15% Swap!Sans, 55% Blaster and 30%Classic!Sans and 150% GOOD BOI
Age: child
Personality:
Shy but not timid. Optimistic. Driven by curiosity. He just wants everyone around him to be happy! Straightforward thinker. Quiet and contemplative.
Relies too heavily on his ability to sense intent from others and may misread their true feelings. Paradoxically oblivious to social cues (blaster instincts and natural skele instincts contradicting each other) and perceptive to what the people around him need in the moment.
Trusting, despite his past as an experiment. He is somewhat aware that he was originally created to be a weapon, but his guardian has seen to it that his origins have no influence on his current life and his memory of that time is fuzzy. Kalluno knows he is loved!
Other notes:
Will chew on your shoes
As he grows older, he can shift between Blaster and Skele form at will
Blaster abilities include: hiccupping molten laser fire. the ability to split his bottom jaw. he can perceive the void/the space between AUs but he cannot interact with it on his own.
he doesn’t know how to use shortcuts!
His blaster form is as small as a large house cat, and grows proportional to his skele-form. until young adult-hood. at which point his blaster body will continue to grow until it reaches an equilibrium. (he will have the ability to look an African elephant in the eye that point. while crouching)
his tail is whip like, and sometimes seems to have a mind of its own. other blasters from his “litter” use their tails like xenomorphs and go stab-happy when threatened. Kalluno would never!
suffers from nightmares
loves learning and science but is wary of sterile-lab like environments
will have a full on panic attack if forced onto an examination table
I’ve been doodling Gaster Blasters a lot recently, so today I pretty much said “screw it” and drew a cute GB!Sans. I’m really happy with how he turned out!
Day 6 of Soriel Week! Hey, you! It’s AU day! I am personally a big fan of the Gaster Blaster AU, and during Soriel AU week I tried writing up a fic for it. But I couldn’t get it finished in time and ended up no posting it. THEN I tried finishing it for this week and still benched it because I couldn’t finish it. So, I wrote another story relating to the AU that ended up being a bit easier to write and was able to finish.
(For those not familure with the Gaster Blaster AU, it is where Sans, and sometimes Papyrus, can turn into Gaster Blaster beasts/dragons. Kinda like a werewolf thing.)
An Undertale Fanfiction by: Topaz Shadowwolf
Undertale is owned by: Toby Fox
Relationships: Soriel
Rating: Teen
Heads up: While I don’t think there is much in here that would upset someone, there is talk of bone changes, popping, and damage. Body horror, I guess some would say? This story occurs after a change, so it’s not dramatic, but still it is a part of the story.
There is also self harm mentioned in this story. If that makes you uncomfortable, you may wish to skip this one.
A Breakfast Surprise
"I'M SORRY, MY BROTHER IS NOT FEELING WELL ENOUGH TO GO ON THE DATE," is what Papyrus had sent Toriel the day before in a text. She had asked if she could come over with soup or something to help, but Papyrus insisted that she doesn't. The younger skeleton said that Sans didn't want to risk her getting sick from what he had. That maybe tomorrow would be better instead, if she was available for a quiet night.
Toriel had tried telling Undyne and Alphys they didn't need to worry about coming over to babysit Frisk. But when the two found out the reason why, they insisted on coming over anyway to have a "girls’ night plus Frisk." They ended up watching some "anime," that Toriel wasn’t interested in, and eating pizza the two brought over with them. It wasn't exactly her idea of a "girls’ night," but then the last time she had one of those she was much younger which was far-more-years-to-count ago.
That was Friday night. This morning she dropped Frisk off with Asgore, as previously arranged. She wanted to swing by the skeleton's house to make sure everything was alright, or see if they needed help. Their house was just past where she lived, further on the outskirts of town, near the forest of Mt. Ebott. Perhaps she should have called first, but she wanted to make sure Papyrus knew she was his friend. Even if she can't see Sans, she could still help in some way.
It was still early morning by the time she arrived and walked up to the door. By now, Papyrus should be up, though she doubted Sans would be, especially if he was feeling ill the night before. Sure enough, her knock on the door was answered by an enthusiastic smile and hello. But that faded as Papyrus paused, staring at her and cleared his throat, if that is something he actually needed to do, "LADY ASG- I MEAN TORIEL. HOW NICE OF YOU TO VISIT." Papyrus did not have a poker face, which is odd for someone with such limited facial expressions. It was clear to see there was something Papyrus was nervous about.
"Hello, Papyrus, I stopped by to help out. I know taking care of someone, along with normal chores, can be rather taxing," Toriel smiled pleasantly.
"OH, THANK YOU, BUT...," he looked around for a moment, as if the words he wanted were somewhere nearby, "BUT... BUT SANS IS STILL SLEEPING, PROVIDING ME, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, PLENTY OF TIME TO GET EVERYTHING ELSE DONE!"
"Yes, I figured," Toriel nodded, "But I wouldn't want you making yourself bone tired before your brother wakes up."
The look Papyrus gave her was along the lines of: "I so want to yell right now but I do not wish to wake my brother." This caused Toriel to stifle a giggle, as she really didn't want to aggravate the situation. Papyrus moved, to let her in, "I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE BREAKFAST."
"May I help?" Toriel asked.
"THAT IS A WONDERFUL IDEA. I WILL TAKE IT UP TO HIM WHEN IT IS READY. THEN YOU WON’T GET... ANY NASTY GERMS ON YOU," Papyrus said.
Toriel thanked him for his thoughtfulness and the two entered the kitchen and set to work. As she worked, she thought to herself. Sans sure does seem to be prone to getting sick. She even remembered in the underground him missing a night every few weeks, roughly once to twice a month. She was sure Papyrus was already aware of this, perhaps that is why he is always harping on his brother about how he eats.
"Is it the same thing every time, or is Sans just susceptible to illnesses?" Toriel asked.
Papyrus was quiet for a moment then said slowly, "THE... SAME?" He then quickly corrected, "I MEAN, YES, IT IS THE SAME SICKNESS HE GETS EVERYTIME."
"Oh, like a chronic illness?" Toriel verified.
"In a way...," Papyrus said in a subdued tone. He looked down at the bowl of batter he was stirring, his usual smile was gone and the spark of unending optimism was missing.
"Papyrus, what is it?" Toriel asked.
The skeleton jolted slightly and then said cheerfully, "NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, TORIEL. NOW, LET'S MAKE THIS BREAKFAST TO HELP MY BROTHER FEEL BETTER!"
Sans hated the morning after a change. His body ached all over due to changing from a short, normal skeleton to a giant, skeletal beast, of some kind, then back down to a small skeleton in one night. It was so taxing, and, like normal, his body hasn't finish shifting back yet. It most likely won’t finish until late afternoon, leaving him a fun-filled morning and afternoon of bone popping and over all discomfort.
Papyrus had made his bed yesterday, as he usually does on days Sans changes; and, like normal, Sans had pulled the bedding into a nest style at some point. They got home maybe two, three hours ago, and as much as Sans wanted to continue sleeping, an ache along is back was keeping him up, along with his right-hand stinging with pain. Thanks to his conscious and unconscious hatred of this entire process, he has a bad habit of gnawing on his hand in his sleep after changing. And with how stressed he was feeling before falling asleep, he isn't surprised to see he did more than bruise it this time. If there is any consolation, the fact he was still changing meant the chips and cracks he made would heal.
Wanting to think about something else, he wondered what time it was. Sticking his left hand out of his "nest," he felt around blindly for his phone. Once he found it, he checked the time, and saw it was just after 8 AM. Papyrus is most likely making breakfast and will be wanting to carry Sans downstairs to eat.
The thought of food made his "stomach" rumble and Sans whined, feeling starved. Sticking his elongated nose out of his nest, he hoped to catch a whiff of food. In the meantime, he felt over himself to see what still needed to change. His feet were more paw like than foot, and his legs were still more adjusted for moving on four legs verse two. Not that they couldn't carry him upright though, but for moving quickly or easily not so much. His annoyance at that was given away by a boney limb thrashing about. That thing did always seem to be the last to disappear; so, he should have known that tail would still be around. On the plus side, his spinal processes had at least gone down, most likely the source of his back pain. They seemed short enough that he could wear a shirt comfortably, that's a plus. Feeling over his right hand carefully, he could tell his hands still had talons at the end, but not to the extent they were. As for the back of his head, the three largest head spikes remained, but they are smaller than they were before he crawled into bed. And lastly his teeth were still fang like, but at least his mandible was one piece again.
Why? Why did that have to happen last night? He had thought out and planned that whole date night with Tori. That was not only a missed chance to be with her, but $150 lost on tickets for a play he doubts he can refund or exchange. He wanted to get Papyrus to just give Tori the tickets, and let her take Frisk; but, before that could happen, he went from feeling like the change was going to occur to the actively changing.
It was so frustrating, it's not like he had that much money just lying around to try again, no matter how much he wanted. He loves Tori, and just wanted to do something nice with her, that he was sure she'd enjoy doing. After all, going to plays is the kind of thing she used to do, or, at least, the kind of thing you’re supposed to do on nicer dates, right? He can't just keep taking her out to the same cheap places and expect her to be happy about it.
It's not like she's ever complained, but...
Who was he kidding? Last night was a reminder of another, very important matter. Why is he dating her anyway? With everything that has happened to her, the last thing she needed was... this thing, in her life. She deserves better than some lazy nobody who turns into a bigger, uglier, lazy no body.
Something caught Sans's attention and he sniffed the air. Oh! Bacon? Was Papyrus going to add bacon to his breakfast spaghetti? Maybe he wasn't making breakfast spaghetti today? Now and then he doesn't. A few times he has made a few random things along with a bowl of that oatmeal with the dino eggs for the both of them. Well, one could always hope.
He was awake, but still very tired and sore, making it hard to move. Yet, he was feeling the need to do something. Most likely left-over instincts from the beast trying to get him to hunt for food. While he normally sogs in bed, perhaps he'll slip downstairs for a closer whiff of that bacon. He slid from his nest, looking like a deadly predator hunting unimpressive prey, as he searched around for a pair of shorts and a shirt. He dressed carefully, not wanting to rip his clothes on his claws. Quietly leaving his room and crept down the hall. Pleased with himself, thinking this will be a welcome surprise for his brother to see him up this earlier.
Normally, Papyrus fetches Sans and carries him downstairs, but Sans worries his brother is too focused on caring for him. There have been trips and other activities that Papyrus has skipped going on for Sans's sake. That bothered Sans, and he had to do something to change that mind set. He didn't want to be some impeding force in his brother's life. The more independence Sans could show, the better. Besides, Papyrus worries about him when he stays in bed too long, anyway.
It was easy enough walking on two down the hall. He stayed close to the wall for support until he got to the top of the stairs. Moving closer to them, he hung onto the banister and hesitated. There suddenly seemed to be more stairs than he remembered. A shortcut would be nice, but between the pain and how much energy he used up last night, he didn't really have control of his magic. That, and he had tried several months back after a change, it didn't work and left him feeling worse than before.
Holding on with both hands, he made his way down one step at a time. He found himself couching down and turning sideways, feeling ensure standing straight. Once at the bottom of the steps he sat for a moment, rubbing his femurs as he rested. His legs weren't happy baring all his weight just yet; and he sighed. Papyrus is always telling him to look at the bright side of things and he thought to himself. If there had to be a good thing about all of this, then he was happy to make it this far for Papyrus's sake.
Exhausted, he just wanted to curl up. He looked over at the sofa and figured he could make it that far. Dropping to all fours, to distribute his weight, he was reminded on how badly he mauled his right hand by the initial wave of pain. Wincing, he limped over to the sofa and climbed up. Curling up near one of the arms, his stupid tail wrapping around himself, he waited patiently, listening to Papyrus cooking. Oddly enough it sounded like he was working twice as hard as normal, but Sans was too tired to think about what he was hearing.
Toriel stood back, smiling at the small feast she had made with Papyrus for the three of them. It is a shame Sans will be eating alone in his room, but maybe he will be feeling well enough to come join them down here. "Shall I set the table for us?" Toriel asked.
"YES, THAT SOUNDS LIKE A WONDERFUL IDEA. YOU DO THAT, AND I'LL FINISH THIS THEN PREPARE A TRAY FOR SANS," Papyrus smiled. Having company seemed to have relaxed him and he was happily humming to himself as he worked.
Grabbing some silverware and napkins, Toriel walked out of the kitchen and to the table. But she paused, seeing something on the couch. It was an odd collection of bones and cloth, unlike anything she had seen before. "Papyrus? There... is something... I'm not sure what," she kept an eye on it, and it started to stir slightly after she spoke.
"A WHAT?" Papyrus asked as he walked out of the kitchen. The skeleton then froze, "SANS? WHAT ARE YOU--" A look of panic crossed Papyrus's face as he looked from the bone creature to Toriel.
Shocked at what she just heard, Toriel looked over at Papyrus for conformation, "Sans? You mean..." She looked back over and saw two wide eye sockets looking back at her with the smallest pricks of light she had ever seen. The lights then grew as they looked around franticly. She tried taking a step forward, wanting to reassure her dear friend, "Sans, it's alright."
If he had ears, she would say her words fell on deaf ones as he sprang from the sofa as if to bolt upstairs. To add to her surprise, he was about to run on all fours, but fell on his face the moment his hands hit the floor. He made a sound that sounded like a stifled yelp and started to curl in on himself, a bone tail hitting the floor, repeatedly, in agitation. Papyrus rushed over and started to check Sans over, "BROTHER! YOU KNOW YOU NEED TO BE MORE CAREFUL THAN THAT! I KNOW YOU PANICED, BUT YOUR BONES ARE TOO FRAGILE WHILE CHANGING TO BE SO RECKLESS! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING DOWN HERE?"
"sorry bro," Sans mumbled, "i just thought i'd surprise you."
"WELL, YOU DID," Papyrus sighed, then frowned, "SANS, YOU'VE BEEN CHEWING ON YOUR HAND AGAIN... Look at that..."
Sans sat up and hugged his chest, trying to hide his hand for further inspection, "...i should go."
"WHY?" Papyrus waved a hand back at Toriel, "SHE'S SEEN YOU, SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST STAY DOWN HERE WITH US?"
There was such a pained look in Sans's eye lights that Toriel had to speak up before Sans tries responds, "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, personally. I missed you last night, and Papyrus and I worked so hard on this breakfast. Wont you please stay down here?"
"you don't...," Sans looked at the floor, his tail was starting to swish slightly, adding to his nervous appearance, "you don't... i don't want to make things... worse."
"SANS, HOW COULD YOU DO THAT OTHER THAN BY SHARING THOSE OBNOXIOUS PUNS WITH LADY TORIEL," Papyrus said, putting his hands on his hips.
Walking closer, Toriel knelt by Sans and held out her hand to him, "My dear one, I don't know what this is about. Honestly, I'm very surprised and confused. But right now, I can see you're too stressed to ask, and it is clear you have been trying to keep this a secret. But, I assure you, I still love you. That has not changed. Please don't hide from me anymore. Stay down here with us and have breakfast."
Sans looked up at her, tears forming in his eye sockets. After some hesitation, he placed his left hand in hers, and she felt it trembling. Placing her other hand over it, she decided to make it clear that she does not fear him, or find this different form repulsive, by kissing him as she normally does, on the top of his skull. He was rattling now, shaking so much he could hardly move.
"thanks, tori... i... heh, i won’t hide from you," Sans struggled to smile.
"Can we start with you showing me your right hand?" Toriel asked.
"YES, PLEASE DO THAT. IT LOOKED LIKE IT WILL NEED EXTRA HEALING," Papyrus added.
"it'll be fine, just takes time," Sans mumbled.
"Please, Sans," Toriel asked again, releasing his left hand and holding hers out to him, again.
He looked at her then sighed, glancing away as he moved the hand out from under his left arm. Toriel grimaced slightly at the damage that had been done. Lightly running her thumb over some of the cracks resulted in a sharp intake of air from Sans. "I'm sorry," she said, not meaning to hurt him.
"s'not your fault," he quickly said.
"Still, it is not my intent to hurt you," she then started using some healing magic. Swirls of green light danced around her hand and traveled to and around Sans's. The light entered the cracks and chips, causing the areas that naturally should not have gaps to fill. Once done, she smiled and ran her thumb over his hand again, pleased he didn't show any indication of pain.
"thanks, tori," Sans said quietly.
Her poor love was looking sad and frustrated, to say the least. Toriel wrapped her free arm around him, pulling him into a hug, "Anytime, my dear. If there is ever anything I could do to help, you just let me know." She glanced over at Papyrus, "The same goes for you."
"Thank you, Lady Toriel," Papyrus said, with that calm and quiet tone she had been unaware he was capable of. But that was short lived as he then turned back to Sans, "THERE, ISN'T THIS BETTER? YOUR HAND DOESN'T HURT AND YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO HIDE."
"heh, yeah, you're right. sorry bro," Sans smiled at his brother from Toriel's arms. It wasn't a genuine smile, but close. A step up from the smile he always wears, that was a definite.
The look on Papyrus's face hinted that he was not happy with the apology. Though she wasn't sure why, she decided to steer the brother's away from that for any arguments. "Now," Toriel said, releasing Sans from the hug, "shall we eat some breakfast?"
"OF COURSE, SANS IS ALWAYS STARVING THE MORNING AFTER CHANGING. THEY ARE THE ONLY MORNINGS I CAN GET HIM OUT OF BED TO EAT!" Papyrus announced. He then walked back to the kitchen, "DO NOT WORRY BROTHER, TORIEL AND I COOKED A FEAST. IF YOU TWO WILL GET YOURSELVES SEATED, I WILL BRING IT OUT TO YOU."
"thanks bro," Sans said.
Toriel helped Sans over to a chair to sit. It was clear, by how he toddled, that he was unsure how to use his legs the way they were. She made note of that, deciding to offer some suggestions later when he may be feeling better and more receptive to the advice. Once he was in his chair she placed the utensils and napkins, then grabbed three plates for them. She noticed Sans watching her and smiled, in response he smiled back. As she moved next to him to sit she spotted his tail wrapped around his chair leg. "I'm quite surprised how well you two kept this under wraps."
There was a puzzled look on his face as he tried to figure out the pun, then he glanced down and spotted his tail. Looking annoyed he reached down to unwrap it, while mumbling, "annoying thing."
"Oh, sorry... I thought it was rather cute, actually," Toriel apologized.
Looking at his tail, Sans sat back, "i'll leave it then... and it's ok."
Looking at him for a moment, she decided to try talking about something else, "How are you feeling?"
"uh... achy... i guess... i mean... i'm still changing back, just... slowly,"
"THAT'S RIGHT," interjected Papyrus, bringing out the last of the food, a fair-sized mountain of pancakes that clearly caught Sans's attention, "AND THAT'S WHY YOU NEED TO MAKE SURE YOU HAVE PLENTY OF CALCIUM AND FOOD."
"heh, don't think you have to convince me to eat, bro," Sans's smile was looking more genuine now, which warmed her heart.
Toriel helped Sans fill his plate, then they enjoyed breakfast. They talked about what they will do tomorrow, once Sans was feeling better; and, for now, she left questions on what this "change" was for later. It was clearly a sensitive subject now for both brothers, and could be discussed at a different time. It didn't take long for her to see the evidence that eating was an immense help; before breakfast was done, Sans was already looking more like the skeleton she knew.
They sat together on the sofa, Sans quickly falling asleep while leaning on Toriel. She didn't mind though, and pulled him onto her lap. "Papyrus, did you have plans for today?"
"OH, WELL, I DID," Papyrus fell quiet, looking at his brother with concern, "I usually just worry about taking care of Sans the next day. So, I already canceled my plans with Undyne."
"If I were to promise to take care of your brother, would you want to see if Undyne is still free?" Toriel offered a smile. Papyrus looked like he was debating heavily while looking very guilty. Hoping to set him at ease, Toriel added, "You can trust me, dear."
"Yes, I know," Papyrus said, the took a deep breath, "I WOULD BE FINE LEAVING HIM WITH YOU. IF YOU NEED ME, YOU KNOW MY NUMBER?"
"I have it," Toriel smiled. She watched as Papyrus got up, called Undyne, and was out the door within an hour with a plethora of "thank you". She could still see the concern on his face, and it is no surprise. After all, this is something the brothers have been doing for a long time without any assistance. Still, she doubted Sans would want his brother feeling so held back by him, based on the times they have talked in the past.
Sitting quietly on the couch, she held Sans as he continued to sleep. He was looking more like himself each passing minute; but with a tail, which was wrapped around her wrist in an adorable manner. With a restful sigh, she leaned the side of her head against his skull, letting her ear hang down the side of his head, a guilty pleasure of his she was aware of. When he wakes, it will just be the two of them, and perhaps then would be an appropriate time to make sure he knows that her opinions of him have not changed one bit.
