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Guys, my mom just walked in and handed me Papyrus and Undyne. Two containers. One had sushi. The other had a cinnamon roll in it. THANK YOU MOM! <3

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I was tagged by @undertaleimages

Name: Maudy (My real name is Chiara-- I SWEAR I’M NOT CHARA!) Nicknames: Maudy, Ra-Ra-Rosy, Chi Gender: No idea Star sign: Aries Height: I’m like... somewhere between 5′0 and 4′9 Sexual orientation: Pansexual. I’m in love with a skeleton to fuck’s sake. Hogwarts house: THE TEST DOESN’T EVEN KNOW! IT CHANGES EVERY TIME I’VE TAKEN IT! I’ve gotten into every house at least 3 times. WTF AM I?! Favorite colors: I love all colors. But blue and purple are very calming to me. So.. them? Favorite animal: Anything fuzzy. And even then, I find hairless animals to be precious. Average hours of sleep: 2 to 3 hours. I’m an insomniac, and by the time I’m asleep, my mom usually wakes me up. Just a few days ago, she woke me up to tell me that school was cancelled and that I didn’t need to wake up. THANKS, MOM! <3 Cat or dog person: CATS! I’m actually afraid of dogs because I was mauled by one when I was little. But I still love them from afar! Very afar! Favorite fictional characters: Absolutely anything Undertale related. AU’s included. I like TMNT, Yu-Gi-Oh, and... um.... let’s see.... that’s about it. :) *proceeds to tag these lovely individuals* @living-with-the-skelebros @iloy-imagines @howdysinners @underaheapoftales

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Headcanon: US Papyrus Soul Sickness

Refer to Sickly Sans, Monster Souls, Health of Underswap Papyrus, Physicality, and Soul Sickness Headcanons.

Underswap Papyrus gets Soul Sick very easily. With a damaged soul and physical body, and no magical store-up, his depression often leaves him bed ridden, too weak to do much of anything. During these times, Sans is taking care of him 24/7. After Papyrus has recovered, he always gets a lecture from Sans (who is usually in tears from how passionate he gets about the topic) about how he needs to be more physically active just to counteract his damaged soul and physicality. The brothers have a borrowed wheelchair from Undyne, that Papyrus sits in, when he’s sick, that Sans rolls around fro him. They’ve mastered the art of pushing a wheelchair up and down stairs. While Papyrus is sick, he shivers a lot. Even if he’s not cold. His soul’s strain is putting strain on his body too. It’s hard for him to stay still and coordinated. When he can walk, he’s wobbly and needs things to support his weight. He can’t stand upright and will easily topple over. Papyrus has to be moved from his bed to the couch, and vise versa, on a regular basis. The air in his room is warm (which is good), but it doesn’t circulate well. Still air can make his condition worse. In the living room, on the couch, the air is circulated well, but it’s cold and drafty. There isn’t really a “perfect” spot for him at the skelebros’ house. You can watch Papyrus rapidly go from being “healthy” to being Soul Sick within seconds. His face will start out with a light flush, that will quickly engulf his face as he starts tiredly gasping for air. His shoulders will raise and his eye lids will droop. And depending on how quickly, and how intense, the Soul Sickness hits, he can either stumble his way to a seat before his legs give out, or he will collapse right on the spot. It doesn’t even have to be depression. Just any intense emotions (excluding positive emotions) can get him Soul Sick.

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Headcanon: Sickly Sans

Sans and Papyrus come from a very tall family. Papyrus is the normal height of the typical family member for them. However, Sans was born a sickly child, and because of that his magic spent more time, and energy, trying to keep him alive, than it did growing his physical body. Once he got older, and was no longer constantly ill, his excess magic (that had been used to quickly building up so it could be spent just as quickly) had no where to go. This causes Sans to have a mass storage of magic, ready to expend in large amounts at a time. But his sickness as a child prevented, not just his physical body from growing, but his HP as well. Which is why he naturally only has 1 HP.

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Hey, guys. I’m sorry for the lack of.. everything. I’m sick. And in a lot of pain. It’s kinda draining my energy. I’m trying to get to asks and stuff, but I might end up just replying to them with comics. For some reason drawing takes a lot less energy, on my part, than writing. Hope you guys are okay with that.

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Headcanon: Origin Of Sans Puns

Sans gets uncomfortable easily. He feels anxiety a lot, but he’s long since come to understand that getting out of a lot of these anxiety-starting situations is near impossible. So to satiate himself and put his anxiety at ease, he turned to humor. More specifically: puns. It’s a nervous habit of his to rattle off puns and other jokes when he’s feeling nervous, or when he’s trying to gather his thoughts. Besides the fact that he finds it fun, it helps relief a lot of pent up stress from emotions he has to deal with a lot. Like anger or depression.

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Misophonic Sans

(Before the fic begins, I’d like to say that the following is based off an actual mental illness. It’s an extremely dangerous, and fairly unknown illness. In fact, it was only recently recognized less than a decade ago. There is no cure, and the only treatment facility is in California. Because of this, it’s commonly misdiagnosed and treated improperly. Misophonia; Despite it’s name meaning “hatred of sound,” it is so much more than just a dislike for a noise. This illness forcefully triggers emotional distress within a person. It’s a form of PTSD. In mild cases, sufferers can lose control over their emotions and not understand why. They can become angry or depressed. In moderate cases, sufferers can have panic attacks. In severe cases, the patient can lose complete function of their emotions, mind, and body as the illness takes control. They can also attempt suicide in order to get away from the noise. I have severe Misophonia. The following fanfic is based off my own experiences with the illness.

It was a quiet afternoon. the barrier had been broken, and monsters lived on the surface with humans. It wasn’t a perfect co-existence, but it beat the Underground any day. Sunlight beamed onto the living room, setting everything in it’s reach in a dull fiery glow. The windows were open to let in cool air. Smells from outside wafted into the house. Sans was laying on the green couch from their old home. He and Papyrus were pretty attached to the old thing. Many memories had been made on that couch. Many snoozes had been had.

The small skeleton was drifting off to sleep, the warmth of the sun blanketing his bones. Frisk wondered into the room, a bag of chips held in their tiny hands. The plastic crinkled softly as the child sat down in front of the television. Grabbing the remote from the coffee table, Frisk flicked the TV on, and a song began to play from some children’s show. Sans was more awake now, but he kept his eyes closed. The TV volume was low and was just white noise in the background.

CRUNCH

The skeleton’s eyes shot open at the sudden disruption of peace. He glanced around, attempting to find the source of the disturbance.

CRUNCH

Sans turns towards the child who sat less than 6 feet away from him. Their hand was rummaging through the bag before them. Light, crisp, shuffling echoed from the bag and into the room. Sans squinted his eyes in annoyance, then closed them once more. He wasn’t going to let it bother him. He was just gonna fall asleep anyway, so who cares? The room was silent, save for the low hum of the television.

CRUNCH CrUncH crUnCh cruNcH

Sans opened his eyes again, glancing at the child. They were chewing with their mouth open. The chips sloshed back and forth in their mouth, mushing in between their teeth and cheeks, scraping across enamel. Sans felt his body stiffen slightly as he re-positioned himself, as if it would ease the sounds from his mind.

Crunch smunch smuck slush

Sans felt his body tighten. The sound began to seep into his body, echoing through his mind.

Wet, slurping, munches were the only thing he could focus on. He tried to pull his attention away, but for some reason his mind forced him to follow the noise. The sounds of the television began to merge with the slopping mashes of the tongue and the mushy food that threw itself back and forth in Frisk’s mouth.

Crunch smash mush slosh

The air around Sans began to constrict. His body began to ache from the pressure he just noticed he was applying to his bones from his fingertips. He didn’t stop. He dug his fingers into his bones even harder. He wanted to leave. To escape.

Crunch mash splorsh Shuffle Shuffle Crunch smunch slosh

He couldn’t move his body. He was internally screaming, pleading, begging for his body to move.

Shuffle scratch squeak Crunch smorsh shloslh

His body refused to obey him. His bones were shaking, as if they were conflicted on moving or staying. His back began to arch, and his body started to fold up, his legs were forced towards his head, as his neck strained to reach them. His shoulders pushed his elbows away from his torso, as his hands were pulled to his skull.

Shuffle Shuffle Crunch smorsh smash

His covered his ears, but his mind forced him to listen for the sounds surrounding him. To notice every detail of the noise. Every interval between each noise. Every peak in sound. He was pushing air out of his lungs in quick, short huffs, and not drawing any back in. The sound of the television became a whine that teased his mind, reminding him that were was no silence between the sounds he was now dreading. His lungs ached. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. His body was acting on it’s own, shaking uncontrollably as it distorted it’s position, forcing his limbs into uncomfortable poses.

The sound had stopped, but he could still hear it. He saw Frisk staring at him. He could hear them ask if he was okay. He was fully aware of the child coming closer, hand reached out to get the attention of the skeleton. Sans was completely aware...

But at the same time, his body wouldn’t cooperate. It continued to seize, echoing the sounds in his brain. His mind itched. His thoughts ached.

He screamed, and he just kept screaming. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop either. It felt like screaming was the only thing he could do to ease the pain. All the while, screaming just made the pain worse. He had no options.

He tried to ask Frisk to turn the television off. To give him a moment of silence. But his screams couldn’t turn into words. So he just kept screaming. He was begging his body to move. To leave the room. To find silence.

But it ignored him.

“Crunch smash shuffle squeak smunch shuffle slosh”

It played in his head over and over and over and over again.

It over powered every thought, every emotion, every movement.

He had no control.

(Sorry for dumping this on you guys. I was in class when I wrote it. Someone was chewing really loudly and it was the only thing I could do to keep myself from going into a fit. I could barely hold the pencil. So I’m glad my handwriting was legible enough for me to read it to type it up. If you’d like additional information on Misophonia, you can PM me. I’m not an expert, but considering I have it, I’ve done a lot of research on it. So I’ll answer what I can.

ALSO. THIS IS IMPORTANT:

TO ANYONE ELSE WHO HAD MISOPHONIA, PLEASE KNOW THAT YOU ARE NOT AT FAULT FOR IT. It is not your fault that this is happening to you. Stay strong. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re over reacting. Just do your best to keep the fits at bay. If they happen, they happen. You tried. You did good. <3

I love you.

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Headcanon: Soul Sickness

Refer to Monster Soul, Physicality, and Heartbreak headcanons Soul illnesses and Body illnesses are two separate things. A body illness is something a monster with higher physicality is more prone to, though that doesn’t stop a less physical monster from getting them (it just lowers the chances drastically). Body illnesses include things such as: Cold, flu, diabetes, heart disease, liver failure, and pretty much anything a human can develop. The more physical a monster becomes, the more physical illnesses they become prone to. A soul illness is something brought on by mental and emotional instabilities. As a monster’s soul regulates all magical function, the more strain it takes on, the less physicality there is. The more physicality there is, the less hard a soul has to work to keep the monsters together (Aka: to keep the monsters being from splitting apart and turning to dust). Monsters need a mix of magical and physical build. If their body consists of one more than the other, their soul either becomes too strained (little physicality), or hardly needs to function, which can result it in stopping the flow of magic or becoming too weak to pump magic through the monster should something happen to their physicality. This can result in death. Anyway, back on topic... A Soul Sickness is brought on when an already strained soul is forced to also burden the task of emotional and/or mental instabilities. A monster can become sick during this time and remain ill, without the option of being healed -- because it’s an emotional distress, not a physical one -- until the monster’s soul can properly regulate the magic again. The weaker the monsters, the more dangerous this is. Monsters can die if their emotional state is too much for an already strained soul to handle.