I think I just wrote the most amazing thing I have ever written in like, ever. Like, omg, I am gushing and squealing and giggling over this little thing that I have written, like, I am filled with so much love and adoration and pride over this thing that I have written, like, I am kicking my legs and smiling so much and thinking only about this thing that I have written, like, I have shamelessly re-read it so many times because I am that in love with the thing that I have written, oh my gosh!
And I really really really want to share it cause it's got me so happy and I want it to make other people happy - or feel something - too! I'm not supposed to, it's supposedly spoilers for the fanfic that I'm writing, but honestly? Fuck that! By the time I post the chapter that it's related to, this'll hopefully be lost somewhere in my blog, so here it is! :D
Warnings for swearing and suggestive thoughts
Underswap Papyrus/OC for context
Fuck
Papyrus had always hated ceremonies and long procedures with even longer speeches. He hated having to sit and wait to get his PhD, he hated having to sit through thirty something people making the same pledge over and over again to support Alphys and his bro. He understood it was a necessary formality, but he had sworn, after taking pictures with Sans after the whole thing, that he would never go to a ceremony again. Especially if it involved the police.
And yet, when Kate asked him if he would come, when she invited him to her own ceremony, he found that he couldn't say no.
Sitting on the plastic chairs in the chill of December as they waited for the function to begin, reminded him why he hated these things again. And then the recruits came on and his eye lights whizzed across the stage in search of her. He watched her light up when she saw his little group and he sent her a wink in greeting. She could only smile in response, but it was enough to warm his bones.
He would have loved if they had sat closer to the front, but those seats were reserved for actual officers, and he may have been a bit late. Only to avoid the wait time though. Then the pledges started and he was reminded of why he didn't like these things again.
By the time it was Kate's turn—she was literally the last one, good grief—Pap was just about ready to leave, but then she took her pledge and a smile grew on his face. She was officially a cop and he felt kinda proud of her. When it was finally over, Undyne coaxed him from his seat to get to Sans and the others. Kate didn't take her time to get to them either.
As she neared, excited grin on her face, new badge gripped in her hand and uniform hugging her body, all he could think of was how good she looked. And not in the cool way his brother looked wearing the same uniform, or how Alphys managed to make herself look scary in the issued navy blue, but different. She looked good good. Hot.
Fuck.
Thank goodness he stuffed his pockets with lollipops, or he might be caught shaking like a leaf. Alphys was the first to get to her with a congratulatory noogie. She didn't protest, too giddy to. Undyne stopped her from falling, with her own congratulations in mind. Flynn came over with treats from Muffet—he didn't understand why she hadn't given them to him. He had literally been there that morning lamenting the fact that he had to go. He bit his lollipop; not enough to break it, but enough to abate his annoyance.
His bro was next, spinning her in an excited hug. She was smiling and giggling and maybe if he didn't have a lolly in his mouth, his own smile would have been more apparent.
Someone commented how she looked good and he bit his lollipop harder; he would have loved to be the one to say that. She spun around to a chorus of whistles from Alphys and Undyne. He couldn't help but notice the cuffs hanging from her belt and wondered if she knew how to use them.
Fuck.
He scratched at his chest and got out a new lolly—the other one was just about done anyway—and then she turned to him, with her imploring brown eyes and her soft smile and-
"Pap?" It was cold. It made sense to shiver, right?
"What do you think?"
What did he think? What did he think? He could barely think at all right now, if he was being honest. If he was being really honest, he was thinking about a lot of things right now. Like why Muffet chose Flynn to deliver her treats, why he hadn't shown up a little earlier so he could sit closer to the front, why she looked so damn good in that uniform of hers.
Fuck.
He scratched at his chest again and shrugged. "Congrats, Kate."
Geez, is that really all he could say? He wished he hadn't shown up, if only to avoid the fall in her expression at his words. Leave it to him to come up with the single most bland response known to mankind. Gaw, he couldn't say what he was actually thinking out loud. At least, not with the otakus and his brother right next to him. Not with her right there.
"That's officer Kate to you." Yeah, no. He would enjoy saying that too much.
"Uh oh, you gonna arrest me?" Joke, tease, anything to light her up again.
She snorted—success—before waving his remark off with her hand. He caught a whiff of her perfume—sweet, mellow, familiar. He could melt surrounded by that scent.
Focus! Geez, he's in public.
"Nah. That's reserved for actual criminals. Unless..." Her stance became less amused and more suggestive? He did not like where this was going. He shifted on his feet. "Have you been a naughty boy, Papyrus?"
Fuck!
Puns, he could tolerate, her poor attempt at jokes, he could entertain. Hell, he appreciated a well timed 'that's what she said,' but this? Sexual innuendos dressed in that damn all uniform. With her braids—they were done really well; he had to say something about that later—tied in a low ponytail and the cuffs glinting by her side. Did she even know? Did she even mean it (he really hoped that she did)? And what the fuck was up with her expression? It took everything within him not to turn around and let her lock him up. Oh, he would like that. He would like that a lot.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He bit through his lollipop and he didn't miss the amused looks on Undyne and his bro's faces, but it was Alphys—of all people—who was his saving grace. She said something about getting smashed at her place to celebrate not being able to do that again and Kate's attention—and that damned expression—was gratefully shifted.
He could go for a couple drinks himself, if he was being honest.
If he was being really honest, the only thing he wanted to get smashed by right now was Kate.
I think I missed the mark here, oops- But man have I been meaning to write more for this story, so thank you for the inspiring prompt @flashfictionfridayofficial!
For context, this is an Undertale AU fanfic following Kate (an OC detective in training) who has, up till now, spent a week trying to solve cases that her superiors had failed to solve in months.
Sins of Omission
I lightly tapped the spacebar on my computer, trying to remember what to put in the search bar. I switched tabs to the city's main conspiracy blog to see if I could find my inspiration. It had been a helpful distraction from my previous work to the point that it granted me an epiphany, if I could just remember what exactly I wanted to type...
A knock from the front door distracted me further, and I gave up all attempts at remembering my inquiry. It spurred me to check the time and I couldn't believe that it was a little past five, although a glimpse through the still open window provided me with a view of the setting sun. I frowned at the scene and ignored the mocking sight of week-old clippings and files, all mostly unchanged from when I first arranged them in the living room. It was proving a lot harder to find any helpful leads on the missing monster cases than. I don’t know who I thought I was to try and take it on---me, an academy recruit in training thinking that I could do better than seasoned detectives with numerous solved cases under their belt? It would be best to stop wasting time and hand the cases back to more experienced hands.
I shook my head vehemently at the thought. They had had their chance and had failed, and as much as I only had an increasingly credible conspiracy blog to work off, that’s a lot more to show for in the week I had the cases than in the months that the Police Department claimed to be handling them.
Another knock interrupted my thoughts and I considered ignoring it, the light from the screen calling for my attention. I dismissed the thought since I only got so many visitors. I gingerly got up from my cross-legged position on the carpet, hearing cracks along the way. I mused doing a few stretches before I go to bed today---if I go to bed today.
I opened the door to reveal a familiar orange hoodie clad skeleton. My face broke out into a grin as soon I saw him. “Pap!”
My previous woes left as I widened the door for him to come in. He did so without a second thought, giving me a smile as he passed me before stopping in his tracks almost immediately. After closing the door, I stood next to him to see what gave him pause. A glance at the room before us petrified me.
The house was a mess.
Newspaper clippings were either pasted on the walls and floor or hanging from strings stuck to the ceiling of the living room, all connected with red rope and pushpins. What used to be a couch for lounging was now covered in more papers, these ones of pictures of possible suspects and the appearances of the missing persons. The grey, fuzzy carpet, which had hence become a safety hazard due to the fallen box of pins was somehow still used as seating while the glass coffee table atop it held cartons of reports and statements alongside mugs of coffee and empty cans of energy drinks. Plates and containers of what had held Sans’ heavenly packed lunches were stacked in the sink in the adjacent kitchen while the bin overflowed with Muffet’s packaging. And that was only what could be seen. I winced at the thought of the laundry hamper in the bathroom and the state my bedroom might be in. Did I make my bed today?
I heard chuckles beside me and I looked anywhere but in his direction, embarrassed that I’d let him see me in this state. It was then that I realised that I was still in my One Direction pyjamas from this morning. I died on the inside as he started snickering.
“And I thought Sans was messy. You tryna beat his record or something?”
I wrapped my arms around myself, no longer feeling happy about his arrival. “I uh… I’ve been busy.”
At my lacklustre response, he nudged my shoulder, trying to get me to look at him. “Hey, at least Sans always has someone to help him out when he’s busy.”
At the softness in his voice, I look up at him in surprise, only to find that he wasn't beside me anymore and was instead in the open kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie.
“What are you doing?” I ask slowly as I approach him.
“Chores. What better way for us to hang out?”
I snorted at his response before realisation dawned on me. “Shoot! We were supposed to hang out today! I am so sorry!”
“Eh. Don’t sweat it.” He waved away my apologies with a sudsy gloved arm. “You were busy.”
I watched him scrub at a plate, still feeling guilty for missing our hangout, still trying to comprehend that he was doing the dishes. It never occurred to me that he would do them at all with perfectionist Sans around, less so for other people. Voluntarily even. I tried grabbing a sponge and helping him out, but he shooed me away with a flick of bubbles.
“Nope. Go back to your pc, or better yet, take a break.”
I squirmed on the spot behind him, feeling entirely weird over this situation.
“Why are you doing this?” I finally asked.
He shrugged and when he refused to give me any other response, I begrudgingly went back to my laptop, the screen having fallen asleep with my absence. I tapped at the spacebar, watching the stars appear outside the still open window as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on.
I have been meaning to change this one character's name for the longest time and I have finally done it!!!
I didn't realise the full extent of how necessary this rewrite was!!! 'Cause so much has changed in the past 4 or so hours of me writing, scratching my brain and talking with my sister. I'm quite pleased with the results and I'm almost done rewriting chapter 1!!
I have the sudden urge to abandon my story to instead better understand Undertale's story as a whole
I've been reading and watching a lot of reviews and analyses that really highlight my shortcomings in understanding stories and characters and I genuinely want to step back from BD&H until I have a secure grasp on it.
Cause I've been drafting and rewriting and editing and rewriting chapter 6 for what feels like forever, but I'm not satisfied. And all this as I watch analyses doesn't help my confidence in my writing skills, lol.
I am genuinely struggling with writing out this chapter and I'm starting to think that it's because I still don't have a decent grasp on stories and characters and storytelling as a whole, which I was aware of long before I started posting the chapters, but it feels like I know even less than I thought I did. Undertale, even less, it seems
But I won't stop writing the story.
I can't guarantee that it won't end up kinda off, and that I might not like it and that it may get a lot of plot holes and lots of inconsistencies, but I'm hoping that it'll help me grow in my storytelling anyway.
That being said, I am still struggling to get this chapter out the way I want it to, because my awareness of different takes is now warring with my original perception of the character and I have this itch to just abandon the original plot in favour of producing a character that is more canon, I guess. But I won't. I don't know how long it's going to take for me to accept the direction I originally wanted to go in, but I don't want to betray that version of the story because I'm rethinking things. Mostly because it'll change the entire plot (which doesn't feel like a lot, having posted only five chapters so far, lol), but also because I don't know if I'll even like the new version I'm thinking of, so :/
In any case, I guess I only feel so strongly because this chapter will literally determine the nature and development of Kate and Papyrus' relationship from here on out. Which gives it a lot more stakes than the other chapters did where they were just acquainting themselves with each other
I dunno. But I do know that I have some writing to do, no matter how unsure of it I am slowly becoming...
this story is transforming before my very eyes and I am loving it!
In other news, I haven't written chapters in weeks(?) (I've been reading and writing short scenes that I like) and finally cracking open my pc and hearing the gentle click of the keys was such wonderful feeling that I wondered why I hadn't been writing
Guess who's back from the dead with a certificate of high school completion and a looming sense of dread for results day, but a hunger to write and a passion to catch up with everything that I abstained from in the name of exams???
If you could relive any of your memories, which would it be?
Sorry for the late reply, school happened, lol, but thank you for the ask @fabulousnomatterwhat! it's a good one
It would have to be something fairly recent because I just finished high school and I'm feeling pretty nostalgic. I would say the night of my final IGCSE exams though 'cause this was when all my friends were still around, aside from the ones that had gone home the same afternoon. I schooled at a boarding school so we spent our potentially last night together watching movies and eating a sickening amount of noodles together
there's more below the cut if you want a story, lol
I remember leaving the auditorium after the final multiple choice paper. I don't remember what subject it was, but I do remember the lightheaded feeling of just finishing my exams and realising that some people were leaving. The afternoon was spent returning textbooks, spending some final moments with people that wouldn't be returning or weren't sure if they would, and just trying to come to terms with the fact that I had just finished my first ever big boy exams.
But all that didn't really matter when the night came around.
My friends and I had made plans to leave school the next day so that we could spend one more night together before going home for our longest holiday yet. We collected mattresses from our friends who had already left and stacked them all in one room until we couldn't see the floor and falling off a pile became a safety hazard.
Now, this is probably gonna sound gross, but at school there's an almost ritual of making what we call "spin" weekly or on special occasions. The spin consists of an ungodly amount of 2 minute noodles, a plethora of sauces and whatever cans of meat we can get our hands on, even better if we can carry out some chicken from the dining hall and add it to the mix. With the amount of spin I've had over the years I've definitely decreased my lifespan by at least a quarter, but the experience of prepping the food together with my friends; cracking jokes, mixing everything together and praying the noodles don't spill out as we drain them, I would gladly lose another quarter of my lifespan with them.
Having made the noodles with beef from dines, canned beef, a sickening amount of noodles stuffed into a food warmer kept from the sports and speech day a week or so ago, we were ready for the movie. We watched Ponyo and another movie that I passed out in half way through because of all the food and they still tease me about this.
It was such a good night. At the time it was cold season, but I had never felt warmer in that room of mattresses, leftover food (because we had grossly overestimated ourselves, lol), and the good vibes from friends that had been together for 5 years. I haven't seen one of them for 2 years now, and being able to go back to that particular time where we eat unhealthily, joke and watch movies together would make me so happy
All this to say, I really want those noodles again, lol. Thanks again for the ask!
I was going to make a meme for this but then I realised that I don’t have that particular set of skills. Or any meme knowledge whatsoever. But here it is anyway;
Me: wanting to make a silly little undertale fanfic with awkward romance and cast shenanigans and fluff and lanky skeles
Also me: wanting the same silly little fanfic to have profound messages and accurate information and enough angst to make a grown man cry
Proceeds to do neither of those and instead scrolls through tumblr
