#ns sans

[niteji]

... Why have I fallen in love with your US Frisk?

N : Wait Frisk, That’s not what they meant... =_=;;

[pumpkins-s]

"You're too young to hate the world." Gaster & Sans, please :D

Good choice! Set between chapters 17-18

It’s well into the recesses of the night when Gaster hears the first stirring clatters of movement in his lab. Perhaps, to anyone else, it would be unnoticeable, quieter even than Toby when he gets up for a drink from his bowl, but years of paranoia and fear and surety of inevitable death by betrayal in the night have trained Gaster to have better listening skills than most, both in conversation and in ambient noise.

He rises like a shadow, stopping only once to scratch behind Toby’s ears when the dog lifts his head lazily from the bed— Technically, he really should be sleeping out on his pillow in the main room, but he comes sneaking in here almost every night, and Gaster doesn’t have the heart to throw him out. Not now, not ever. It’s a reassurance, to know he’s by his side as always, when many things can feel like an uncertainty at times.

There is so much in his life he could not, cannot, save— But this, this dog that the child he called something like his own loved with all her heart, this he can keep from the darkness.

Gaster makes his way down the hall quietly, a quick check at the second door on the left reassuring him that the younger boy… his younger boy, is still asleep. The door before that leads to an empty room, but that in of itself is hardly surprising. It’s why he’s awake, after all.

He finds Sans curled up on the wide, lumpy couch in the main room, looking impossibly small for a child of thirteen and then some, with a large blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he hugs his legs and stares down at his toes with a somber grace unbefitting of his young age. Gaster sits down next to him gently, and chooses not to be offended when Sans startles and flinches in response.

He understands how easy it is to get lost in your own head, after all.

“Nightmare?”

Sans jerks his head, not quite a nod, but an acquiescence, if nothing else. “Bad memories.”

“Ah…” Gaster offers, choosing not to press. Sans will tell him if he wants to, and if he doesn’t he will not. That is simply how this works.

“Not mine.” Sans says, shaking his head slightly, wrapping his arms tighter around himself. “I know how to handle— “ He coughs, and Gaster lays a careful hand on his back. “Not mine. Wind’s.”

“Oh.” Gaster blinks, quietly reordering his thoughts. He had known Wind had spoken to Sans in the wake of the annual inspection, but he had not thought…

This is… New. Wind had never shared her memories with anyone. Not himself, not even Rose. He had even thought perhaps she did not carry the ability, that the consequences of generations of intermarriage between monster species in the Underground had diluted her Currentwalker blood enough to lose that certain grain of their magic.

To know that the first person, the only person, she chose to share this with was Sans speaks to a much closer bond of trust between them than he had predicted.

It is surprising, but good, he thinks.

“I see.” He murmurs, and Sans sighs, slumping.

“When she showed me…” He trails off, clearly trying to think out his words. “It was like I was reliving her life, through her eyes— Every memory, every fear, every dream. I guess it’s not surprising there were… some things left behind.”

“No.” Gaster says softly, jotting the information down in a corner of his brain while keeping his focus on Sans. He needs to deal with his child right now, he can ponder on what this means later. “It’s not at all.”

Sans shivers, and slumps into his side, subconsciously seeking comfort. “I spent this whole time thinking the only wrong to find was my own— Obsessed with my own misery, and I never even realized…” He sighs out, eyes closing. “It’s not just humans. It’s monsters. It’s Wind. Asgore takes everything, from everyone.”

“Yes and no.” Gaster offers, and he can’t help but wonder when his intellectual and moral equal became a barely-teenaged child. “It’s never as simple as it looks on paper, Sans. There are bad monsters, and bad humans, and all of us are capable of hurting each other.”

“It’s wrong.” Sans snarls quietly with the same steely conviction Gaster had seen in him that first day, when he’d watched the child be dragged into the castle in cuffs with the human girl’s dead body. “They’re wrong. All of them— Asgore, Melaina, Undyne, the guards. They’re all so fucked up, just like us, and they can’t even see it.”

“You’re too young to hate the world, so—“ Sans stiffens, tasting the half-finished word, and Gaster quickly corrects himself. “Kid. Don’t let it all get to you, the world’s not quite finished with you yet.”

Sans sniffles a laugh, and Gaster realized idly that those were the same words he told Wind, all those years ago.

Too soon, he thinks. It’s far too soon and certainly not the time to broach this tenuous line between allies and family that they share, with little slip-ups on his part such as that.

“I don’t hate the world.” Sans says, tired and beaten-down and exhausted but undeniably honest. “…I just hate the bad things in it.”

[pumpkins-s]

“Please don’t make me socialize.” Not as Simple Sans and Alphys, perhaps?

skdjfhsdjhfg I’m sorry I couldn’t take this seriously I spent the whole time chortling while writing this.

When Alphys comes to him with wide eyes and a hopeful grin, phone clutched between her fingers in a way that suggests with fair certainty she’s either sitting on an e-vite, or trying to plan some sort of event, Sans sighs, long and low, and prays for the mercy of a convenient sentient slime (again) to derail this conversation before it can begin.

“So I was thinking—“

“Please don’t make me socialize.” He says, cutting her off before she can get going, and clutching his book close to his chest as if she might snatch it from him and force him to move.

Alphys pouts pointedly, crossing her arms. “Y-You didn’t even know what I was going to say!”

“You’re going to try and get me to do some ‘fun activity’ outside of the labs.” Sans deadpans, looking up to her from where he’s sitting and offering his equivalent of raising an eyebrow. “Not interested. Besides, the less time I spend in Undyne’s enlightened company, the better.”

“Undyne isn’t even coming to this.” Alphys says, rolling her eyes. “She has guard practice. Why do you think I’m asking you?”

“Oh, so I’m the backup option.” Sans snorts, flipping a page. “Lovely.”

“Sans!”

He groans loudly, flopping backwards and raising his book above his head. “I don’t want to go to a party, or to a book club meeting, or to the mall. I want to work.”

“It’s a movie.” Alphys grumbles, hands on her hips and glaring down at him. “And you can’t just live your life down here working twenty-four seven. It’s not healthy, you’re becoming like Gaster.” She blinks, and then raises a hand to her mouth to stifle a chuckle. “Oh my— Like father, like son.”

“Gaster’s not my father.” Sans says, checking the number of pages left in the chapter idly.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Oh my God.” He gives up, dropping his book and sitting up to stare at Alphys with imploring eyes. “What do you want?”

“For you to go to the movies with me!”

“Take someone else!”

“I don’t—“ Alphys huffs, flushing and ducking her head. “I don’t have anyone else to take, okay? I’ve only got you and Undyne, really, and she can’t come and— And I’ve already bought the tickets!” Sans blinks, staring with wide eyes, and Alphys looks away, fidgeting and clearly uncomfortable with the confession she just offered.

Despite himself, Sans softens, rolling his eyes but giving into the inevitable. “Alright fine.”

Alphys perks up instantly, looking to him with a hopeful expression. “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbles, recollecting his book and glaring at it. “But in exchange you’ve got to stop giving me shit about my supposed lack of a social life, got it?”

“…You have literally no friends though.”

“I have Wind!”

“Wind doesn’t count.”

“…I have Grillby!”

“He also doesn’t count.” Alphys says, and Sans prays for death.

“Why?”

“Because he’s clearly in love with you. It’s different.” She nods to herself. “I’ve read many romance mangas. I know these things, Sans, and—”

Sans screeches, grabbing a pillow off the couch and wrapping it around his head. “Lalala! I’m not listening!”

Alphys’s cackles carry her down the hall as she leaves, movie tickets in hand.

[pumpkins-s]

Sdkdhsjagjkh SO. I forgot to post about this till now but!! Thank you so much to the ever wonderful @celestialfeathers for surprising me at ECCC with these amazing little fanart cards for Not As Simple. You we're super sweet to track me down for a second year in a row, thank you <3

[pumpkins-s]

Hi! It’s me again with the second drawing (even though this was the first drawing I made for it XD) I hope you like it. I made this before I knew their designs since I wasn’t too far in the story so I’m sorry if they’re clothing is off. Also the pendant might be wrong too lol Still I hope you like it!

aaaaa no you did really well!! I don’t think I’ve ever posted art of the pendant, but you got it perfect! This is super cute, just like the other picture! I’m yelling looking at Sans and Inte’s happy little faces-- I love Sans’s little grin!! 

Thank you for this as well, you’re a very talented artist! I hope you’ll continue to enjoy Not As Simple!!

[pumpkins-s]

For the drabble prompts~ Dialogue, 12, with Integrity please? Thanks!

“What now?”

It’s barely a whisper, a quiet confession, a shaky admittance of doubt. There wasn’t any way to prepare for this, really. No one gave them an instruction manual on how to do this, to fall into a world you never thought possible or to betray the ideals of your race for one person you just met.

In a fairy tale, this sort of scenario would probably be read as a cliched romance– But this is the real world, and the two of them have a bond incredibly different and much deeper than any story between family, friends, lovers, can express. 

They are siblings and friends and each other’s worlds in a way that is terrifying and exhilarating all at once. 

“I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d get this far.” 

That gets a laugh out of her, and the boy next to her grins, reaches a hand out from where he lies on the grass next to her and is met with her fingers curling around his in answer. 

“I suppose we’ll just have to make it up as we go along, together.”

It’s a promise, a resolution, a subtle message of love, and trust, and hope. There wasn’t any precedent for this, but that simply means they’ll have to be the first, to change things, to re-write history. 

“Sounds good to me.”

Drabble prompts. 

[pumpkins-s]

I was reading your comic and I couldn’t help but draw sans and integrity who DIDNT DESERVE TO DIE ;-;

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*Splutters in surprise and falls over*

More fanart for me?? I'm getting so spoiled today oh my goodness!!

Sans and Integrity look so cute here! Look at Integrity's big brown eyes!! And is Sans wearing bunny shoes?? That's adorable!!

Thank you very much!! (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡

[pumpkins-s]

Heehee, I spent all afternoon on these! <3 My fave thing to do was Sansy’s Bad Time tm face!

Anyways, these are the last ones! I don’t mean I won’t draw anymore of your stuff, I just need to get back to my other projects (*cough* and stop ignoring my own comic *cough*). :)

Hope you have a good day and can’t wait for the next installment of Not as Simple. Till then!

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Me: Takes a break at con to check my phone Me: Opens tumblr Me: screeches and drops phone in excitement

Good lord are you spoiling me here!! Integrity's death scene is my favorite!! I've always wanted to see it drawn out in comic form like this!!

You put so much heart and emotion into the scenes of my silly writing with your art!! And I just. Have no words to properly express how much I love and adore it all so much!!

Thank you again so, so much for all these absolutely gorgeous gifts!! I hope you'll enjoy the upcoming chapters! :3c