#sans fic

[ironwarriorsdawn]

Back at it again being absolutely obsessed with @llamagoddessofficial 's work.

The pebble scene has my whole heart!!!

[stellthesane]

ohonhon a WIP/sketch for @recklesslycaffeinated 's story Saving Three Ex-cell-ent Skeletons inspired by @llamagoddessofficial .

Had the time of my life reading it. One of the book that got my art motivation drivin crazy alkdfjdlf AMAZING STORY. These two are JUST. SANSTASTIC ✨💀✨

I'm comin' after you next llama *sinister laughter*

[alphysz]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

a wild (and tired) Sans appears in your path! 

[kitsune024]

Undertale || Sans Fic Recs

Crossover : Harry Potter

Under the Veil by @poplasia I Chapters: 70/? I Time Travel, Dimension Travel, Friendship

Sugarless Milk Chocolate by @magioftheseas I Chapters 13/? I No Mercy Route, No Romance, Corruption, Descent into Madness, read the tags

“I’m really tired, so... You win, kid. I give up.” And, as awful as it is, those words are liberating. (In which Chara really needs a new method of making friends to murder with. Granted, this method they're going with might just work. Vaguely. Like, they have their moments at least. Circumstances are still pretty terrible, but it's still something.) (Also known as "Wow isn't that story title cute. Yeah uh, this story isn't very cute in context.")

[missed-the-skeleton]

Star Gaze chp 22

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33440899/chapters/100748487

Very angsty, but this is the beginning of the end of the first arc! There’s a big-ass reveal, and, well, even more angst ;)

[birdsareblooming]

I Can’t Forget.

BirdsAreBlooming 300 Followers Fic

(Ya’ll voted for a fic! Then you voted for it to be Sans and Papyrus centered! Then ya’ll voted for it to be emotional! So!)

[Part one] [Part two] [Part three]

Frisk knew only two constants when it came to the skeleton brothers. One was that Sans was calm, mellow, and couldn’t crack. Two was that Papyrus was bright, happy, and loud. Remember these two constants, because they are important later.

It is always good to have constants, but it was especially good to have constants with the skeleton brothers. They were very unexpected. Literally anything could happen in their presence. Papyrus could walk on air to grab a toy from the roof, Sans could step into the fridge and step out of the bathroom only a second later, Papyrus could run at impossible speeds to win a quick, purely non-competitive race, and Sans could be at every street sign of that race, somehow. At this point, Frisk had welcomed expecting the unexpected.

But they hadn’t expected this.

“HUMAN!” Called Papyrus, from inside the house door. “HURRY UP PLEASE!” Frisk sprinted over to the door, trying not to trip over the weight of the empty box they carried.

“You can call me Frisk, you know.” They signed, after dropping the small box inside.

“I KNOW, I KNOW, IT’S NATURAL TO CALL YOU THAT IN THESE SURROUNDINGS.” He had a point. They were back at Sans and Papyrus’s old house, most of the underground was packing personal items for the surface, and the skeleton brothers weren’t free from this rule. Frisk wanted to get out of school, so they offered to help the brothers pack the remaining things from their home.

It was weird being back here. The familiar smell, the same snow crunching under their feet, the same places Frisk had gotten very used to. But it was weirder that it was so empty. Frisk didn’t like it being so empty, it gave them a weird feeling. Stepping into the brother’s house while it was empty wasn’t natural. The painting was gone, the pet rock was carefully moved, the couch was half in a box Papyrus was shoving it into, the tv had disappeared completely. “ALSO IT’S HABIT, SORRY.”

“It’s quite alright!” Frisk signed, smiling, picking up the small box again. “Where do I put this?” Papyrus looked up from shoving the couch in a giant box.

“OH! THAT’S FOR MY ROOM. MY BOOKS ARE GOING IN THAT ONE.” Frisk nodded and skipped up the stairs, and opened Papyrus’s room with a side push.

“sup kid.” Frisk lifted their head to see the shorter brother, carefully sticking action figurines in a padded box.

“Hi!” They responded, placing the box by the book shelf. “What’s cook’n?”

“noth’n much. just help’n pap out.” Frisk grinned.

“So you’re…” they leaned in, “...doing something?” Sans let a chuckle slip.

“maybe.” he laughed again, “it’s nothn’ much, and it’s helping pap’s sanity.” Frisk looked at him confused. “it’s just been a little stressful is all,” he placed another action figure into the box, and started closing it, “my bro’s great, but he’s not the best at socialisation if you know what i mean.” Frisk knew what he meant. Papyrus was a sweetheart, and amazing to be around, but he came on strong. It also didn’t help that skeletons in the human world were a sign of death, and Papyrus was a monster, humans were still getting used to them. So Papyrus coming on strong and loud and frightening wouldn’t do him any good. He never understood when he was doing wrong in a conversation, and Frisk got that. “he doesn’t look it, but it’s weighing on him.”

Frisk nodded. It was weighing on everyone, especially them. Monsters had trained themselves to keep a happy face in bad times, it would take them a while to adjust. Sans lightly punched Frisk in the arm,

“hey, lighten up will ya? we didn’t come here to be sad sacks.” Frisk smiled and started placing books into the box. The differences were frightening. “ADVANCED PUZZLE CONSTRUCTION FOR CRITICAL MINDS.” Was first in the box “GOOD NIGHT STARS” was the second “LONG DIVISION PROBLEMS FOR LEISURE AND RECREATION” was followed by “A SMOL CATERPILLAR”, “THE ILIAD”, “IF YOU GIVE A DOG A BONE”, and “ADVANCED SCIENTIFIC ENGINEERING [201X edition]”

“be careful with that last one,” Sans said, “it’s old and classic.” Frisk carefully placed “PEAK-A-BOO WITH FLUFFY BUNNY” into the box, and started closing it.

“Anything I need to pack from the closet?” They said, opening it up.

“nope, paps got that ages ago.” Frisk looked around. The bed was packed up, so were the posters. Papyrus had gotten a new and better computer, so the old one’s data had been harvested and put into a new monitor. The carpet had been rolled up. The box of bones had a new home. It felt… wrong, somehow. “let’s get these boxes downstairs, then i can sleep.” Frisk nodded.

Recently Sans had surprisingly enough been doing things… kinda. He was participating willingly and even showered every once in a while. But there was still laundry undone and dishes he was supposed to do left in the sink. He was getting there, and getting better. Alphys had said the sun was good for his health, and him being forced to do somethings had caused him to willingly do other things. He would never admit it, but he was getting closer and closer.

When they walked down the stairs Papyrus wasn’t there, but the couch was fully in the box.

“Where’d he go?” Frisk asked.

“probably to get more boxes, he’ll be back.” Sans placed the boxes he was carrying next to the door, and went to lay on the couch, but only found a giant box sealed instead. He shrugged, and slid on top of the box, and started snoozing. Frisk giggled.

“SAANS?” Sans sighed and sat up, and Frisk turned to the door. Papyrus’s voice seemed worried. Sans waited till Papyrus was at the door, to do otherwise would mean Sans would have to raise his voice, which he wouldn’t do anytime soon. Frisk leaned against the wall as the door creaked open.

“what’s up bro-” Sans stopped suddenly, then pretended he hadn’t. The taller brother’s face was wrinkled into a confused and worried expression, and he was looking down at what he was holding in his hands. Clasped gently was a large blueprint, folded over itself. From the distance it was too difficult to understand.

“SANS, WHAT IS THIS?” Papyrus turned to his brother, holding up the blueprints.

“looks like some old garbage to me,” he shrugged, “unless it’s some old blueprints for one of your puzzles, you must have forgotte-”

“‘NEED TO REALIGN THE GRAVIMETRIC WAVE REFRACTORY.’”

“what?” Sans stammered.

“THAT’S WHAT IT SAYS,” Papyrus pointed at the blueprints, and continued reading, “‘ONCE THE REROUTE THE SECOND SYSTEM IT SHOULD CAUSE A REACTION.’” Sans looked away from his brother.

“sounds like technobabble to me.” he said, “real sci-fy stuff-”

“DO YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?” It went quiet for a second.

“huh?”

“I READ BOOKS.”

“i know you’re very good at it.” “I MEAN, I READ SCIENCE BOOKS…IT HELPS ME SLEEP.”

“and?”

“THIS ISN’T MEANINGLESS TECHNO JARGON,” Papyrus looked right at his brother, “THIS IS-” Sans nodded his head in Frisk’s direction. Papyrus stopped, and sighed. “HUMAN, YOU SHOULD GO BACK TO YOUR MOTHER NOW!!” he said, putting on a smile. “BESIDES, YOU HAVE SCHOOL TO DO.”

“I wanna stay!” Frisk signed, as Papyrus was pushing them out the door.

“I KNOW BUT... UH... WE HAVE... SIBLING THINGS TO DO!! YOU WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND.” Frisk crossed their arms and gave Papyrus a stern look in the doorway. “I’LL SEE YOU LATER HUMAN! THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR HELP!!” Frisk sighed.

“You’re welcome.”

[poubelle-squelette]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

When he looked at you, he felt as though his body was on fire. Every inch of bone was incinerated. Sans felt alive. If he had a heart, it would be beating out of his chest.

He found you. He really, truly, finally found you, and he imprinted immediately.

"If you come here again, I'm calling the cops."

[birdsareblooming]

I Can’t Forget

BirdsAreBlooming 300 Follower Fic

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] 

The door closed, but that wouldn’t stop them. Frisk pulled out the old knife they had found, and picked up a sharp rock. They sharpened the rock as quickly as possible, then with that and the knife, climbed up the side of the house. When they got to the porch, it was smooth sailing. Frisk pulled out a hairpin and unlocked the window. They slid into Sans’s room, empty like every other place in the underground, and slowly opened the door.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THIS IS???” “it was a long time ago, chill.”

“I WILL NOT ‘CHILL’!! WHAT IF-SOMETHING COULD HAVE HORRIBLY WRONG!!”

“i said it was a long time ago, it’s not a recent endeavor.”

“WHETHER OR NOT IT HAPPENED YESTERDAY ISN’T IMPORTANT, YOU DID IT, AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME.”

“the situation never arose.” Frisk waited till it was loud enough to open the door more, they snuck onto the balcony above, and got a good enough view of the scene. Sans was still sitting on the giant cardboard box, and Papyrus was somewhere out of sight. Sans was turned towards the wall, not making eye-contact. Frisk tried to quiet their breathing.

“TH-TH S- THE SITU- THE SITUATION NEVER AROSE??” Papyrus squeaked, “YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.”

“it’s an awkward conversation.” Sans said, making eye contact again “hey bro, while you were busy training i was building a machine to-”

“DON’T TRY TO EXCUSE YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS!!” Papyrus’s arm was finally in Frisk’s sight, his finger was pointing at Sans. “YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THIS IS, UGH.” Frisk heard stomping, but other than that it was silent for a moment. Sans’s face curved into a worried expression.

“bro... are you ok?”

“WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT.” Papyrus spat.

“it’s just, you’re not normally like this.”

“OH I’M NOT ALLOWED TO GET ANGRY BECAUSE I’M AN OPTIMIST NOW?”

“no, no it’s just… i dunno this is weird paps. you don’t usually get this mad.” There was an uncomfortable silence. The kind of silence you wish would end, but don’t at the same time. When it did, Frisk wished it had stayed silent.

“I THOUGHT WE HAD MOVED PASSED THIS SANS!” it felt like the house was shaking, probably because it was, in the slightest bit. Frisk gripped the railing. “I THOUGHT-I THOUGHT YOU’D FINALLY GOTTEN OVER IT.” Papyrus sniffed, “SOME OF THIS WRITING IS RECENT. I CAN TELL.”

“well? i wasn’t.” Frisk had heard a hint of sadness in his voice, something they weren’t used to. “i just convinced myself i was.”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE CONTENT-”

“content?” Sans chuckled, it wasn’t natural, “i wasn’t content, i gave up.” he turned back to the wall. “i gave in.”

“THEN WHEN-”

“with recent events...i dunno. i felt like i got a spark back. it was just to see...if there was a possibility.”

“SANS, COME ON! WE’RE ON THE SURFACE AGAIN! WE CAN FEEL THE SUN!”

“heh, yeah who knows how long that’ll last” “OH DON’T YOU START, WE HAVE GREAT FRIENDS! WE HAVE A NICE LIFE!” Papyrus came into view, he walked towards Sans and put his hand on his shoulder. Sans flinched. “SANS…” Papyrus then used a voice that Frisk hadn’t heard from him before. It was quiet, and soft, and deadly serious. “We can’t go back, Sans.”