Jul 10
my favourite skeleton and his stupid blue brother that i have a BURNING hatred against
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my favourite skeleton and his stupid blue brother that i have a BURNING hatred against
WELCOME TO THE UNDERGROOUUND
do not repost please! thank you <3
QUICK!!! Draw Papyrus and Sans hugging!!! Maybe sad hugging! Or happy! Your choice! Just draw them hugging (please💝)
one of many maybe daily hugs!!
ik that canonically papyrus is okay with jokes but its still funny to me to think of him as a person who absolutely HATES them
also made in whiteboard,, i need to start drawing in CSP… i literally pay monthly for it.
IM STILL ALIVE
heres a sketch of a random au idea i had
the bros are rip off salesmen, they'll literally try selling you dirt if they think you're gullible enough-
Have I never posted about this fic? I couldn't find an older update post to reblog. Oh well!
Chompers, Boss, and The Internet Addict. (CBATIA)
Chapter 6 is now live! Shank it, twist it, roll it, push it!
Info for screenreaders and those unfamiliar with this fic below!
Word count: 9,428
Chapters: 6/?
Sans/reader/papyrus Horrorfell and soulmate edition
Tag summary: Reader is not named and is not any of the game protags. Eventual violence and romance. Mentions of animal death/injury. Implied eating of humans. Currently no graphic content as of 2/13/2021. Not fontcest. Pivot polyamory.
Summary of fic:
You needed a name for the skeleton, for the sake of your mind. Skeletor didn't sit right, and Halloween decoration was too long. You wouldn't dream of attaching Jack Skellington to your captor.
Maybe something to do with those sharp teeth? Chompers. Y'know, like your grandpa's falsies or your aunt's kidnapping pit-pull with a bigass hole in its skull. Yeah, that checks out.
Chapter six summary: Plot? In my story? Weird
Red melted into the comfortably worn couch, settling down for a quick catnap, Doomfanger nestled beside him. The sun’s warm rays shone down on him through the window. Breath slowing and fog overtaking his mind, Red silently reveled in the wonderful peace and quie--
“GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU HOODLUMS, BEFORE I BLAST YOUR ASS INTO NEXT THURSDAY!!!”
Ope, Pap’s home. Sans sighed, not reacting otherwise. He’d been hoping for a few more hours minutes of beauty rest. Outside, screeching Papyrus sounds intensified as he stomped towards their average but comfortable house. Red snickered. It wouldn’t be a holiday without his brother yelling at teenagers like a grumpy old man.
Doomfanger lurched up attentively. She skittered towards the door, meowing loudly.
The door flew open as Pyrus trudged in, grumbling under his breath. Heading straight to the kitchen, he tore off the toilet paper clinging to his uniform, before peeling off the outfit entirely, hard candies colliding with the floor as he shook it out. The tall skeleton shook his body wildly in an effort to dislodge the remaining candies from his bones.
With a long-suffering sigh, he flopped down onto the couch next to his brother.
Sans smirked. “bad day, bro?”
“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
Doomy crawled onto his lap and jackhammer-loud purring could be heard as Pyrus started petting her absentmindedly.
“jeez, what happened, dude?” The smaller skeleton inquired, eyebrow lifted.
“Neighborhood teenage brats were mocking me. Again! Requesting me to sing sing that insufferable song, you know, the one with the skeleton in the pin-stripe suit. And when I refused, they threw candy and toilet paper on me!” Recounting the events seemed to worsen his mood, foul aura permeating the air around him. “They have no respect nor decorum!!”
A glint appeared in his brothers eyes, “aw, come on, bro. theyre not that bad. dont be such a hallo-weenie about it.”
Pap groaned loudly. “Ugh, that was terrible!”
“eheheheh yeah, but youre smiling.”
“I AM AND I HATE IT!!”
A few long beats of comfortable silence passed.
THUMP!
Both the brothers jolted.
THUMP THUMPTHUMP!
“what the hell?!” Sans growled. They whipped around to see bright white smears sliding down their living room window.
“THOSE FUCKERS ARE EGGING OUR HOUSE!!!” Pyrus barked.
“sonuva--” More growling. “wait here, ill teach the little bitches a lesson.”
The younger brother scoffed. “As if you could fare any better than I did.”
“oh i absolutely will,” was all that Red uttered before lumbering out the door to confront the aggressors.
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Thump thwack THUMP!!
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Five minutes later, he silently reentered the house, head downturned. Papyrus side-eyed him with obvious satisfaction.
“Hmm? Did you ‘give them a bad time’ as you always say?”
The shorter (and now much messier) skeleton glowered at the other.
“No? Well look who has egg on his face now! Nyeh heH HEH!!” Papyrus cracked.
As his brother cackled at his own pun, Sans balled up his fists. “ohh, youre gonna pay for that, paps.”
Sensing danger, Doomfanger yowled and sprinted away into the other room.
In the blink of an eye, Red tackled his brother off the couch. Rolling around on the floor, the two of them snarled as they wrestled. Wiping one hand on the eggs that coated his jacket, Sans brought it down his brother’s clean shirt.
Pyrus shrieked, “NO! Why did you do that, that’s disgusting!!”
Attempting to writhe away from his brother’s hold proved fruitless as Sans repeated the action. Their tumbling continued, just as rambunctious as before. Just as Pap pulled his brother into a headlock, the shorter one licked his own phalanx and shoved it into the other’s acoustic meatus.
Jerking away and releasing Red, the taller one gagged. “OH MY GOD! Why did you do thattt?!!”
“you were being too sassy. needed to be put in your place,” he quipped.
Pyrus squawked. “PUT IN MY PL-- You know what, never mind, of course you would do something so vile. Either way, I don’t want to hear your excuses! You can’t just give me wet-willies!!”
“i can and i did.” Sans said smugly. “besides, whatre you gonna do about it?”
Unfazed by his brother’s taunts, Pap’s gaze turned vicious and a sly grin overcame his face.
The other’s eyesockets widened in realization. “wai’ wai’ nah, you wouldnt dare...”
His only response was a smirk. In an instant, Fell’s hands were everywhere all at once. Phalanges squirming into Sans’s neck, ribs, knees, causing peels of laughter spill out of the victim him.
Between breaths, he managed to protest though not really meaning it. “wait, shit, stop!”
“Payback, brother!!” Papyrus cried with fiendish glee.
The relentless attack continued, fingers fiercely scribbling over bones. But it wasn’t long before Sans built up enough resilience to return the favor tenfold.
As Pyrus screeched from the counterattack and Sans laughed maniacally, the two of them continued into the night, delinquents long forgotten.
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“BROTHER! Come on out, already!” Papyrus yelled at his brother’s bedroom’s closed door. “Everyone’s waiting!”
“no!!”
“Just get out here, you look fine!!”
“no!!!”
Groaning, Papyrus--now donned in pirate garb--turned towards his guests. Undyne, Alphys, and the new human he adopted mentors, Frisk had come over to go trick-or-treating, a human holiday where they tricked others into giving them free food while they wore the skins of monsters. Highly insensitive and offensive, in the edgy skeleton’s opinion, but Frisk had insisted on everyone participating this year. Which lead them to where they were now.
All of his guests looked increasingly bored as Red stalled for time. Alphys, dressed as a rotting zombie, was watching Mew Mew Kissy Cutie on her phone with Frisk--who dressed up as a blue knight. Meanwhile, Undyne reached the end of her fuse.
“Runt, if you don’t get out here in 30 seconds, I’m kicking your ass into the goddamned CORE!!”
Loud grumbling erupted from Sans’s room. “fine, jeez, whateva’!”
Out of his room slinked Red, wearing a 1920s-style suit, complete with fedora and toy tommy gun. “i look so stupid! why the fuck’s this thing so constricting!”
“You look fine, now lets get this over with!” decreed Papyrus.
Frisk chuckled, “Gotta say, Sans, you look rather gangsta~.”
Undyne groaned as Alphys merely rolled her eyes.
“HUMAN!” Pyrus gasped. “You’ve been corrupted by my brother’s mediocre puns!”
“eheheh nice one, pipsqueak.”
Undyne sighed loudly, “Can we leave now?!”
“and whatre you supposed to be, fishsticks?”
She glared at him before flipping her hair. “A beautiful and seductive siren, duh.”
Her wife blushed as Red surveyed the siren ‘costume’: a ripped up dress ending in a mermaid tail, and stage makeup to make her look more gruesome and bloody than usual.
“meh.”
“YOU MOTHERF--”
Herding all the monsters towards the door, Frisk laughed nervously, “Okay, okay, lets just go already!! Mom and MK are waiting!”
As the monsters begrudgingly assented and journeyed into this Halloween night, no sad times were to be had and all was well.
...
“Hey, dude, you know you got egg on your house??”
“FUCK, I FORGOT--!!!”
fin.
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a gift for @quezq! this was a lot of fun. bolded lines are prompts from this!
The only baby UF Papyrus tolerates