#secondrategerman

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CONGRATS ON THE GETTING BETTER OF LIFE but heres Seigfried to fuckin put down a giant ass bowl of salad for dinner for you because he hasnt seen Mattie eat a vegetable in three weeks

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Excuse you, he’s been eating well enough! And you haven’t been home in three weeks. You need it far more than he does!

“You come into my home-” He’s joking, but he’s also going to hug you because he’s missed you ya big lug!

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Mattie? Can we talk?

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*He’s chilling on his couch at the moment with a coffee*

Oh, hey Sigi! Yeah, ‘sup?

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With a well-needed donut and coffee, Mattie may or may not have ordered a fuck ton of food, ranging from burgers, pizzas, Chinese food, and even managed to find someone who does grocery deliveries to bring over a ton of variety of fruit. And lots of strawberries. And lots of water bottles as well.

“Hungry, Capt’n?”

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It took Mattie a while to get comfortable, that’s for sure.

Alright, ‘comfortable’ wasn’t the word, really…

‘Minorly adjusted’ was more appropriate. Regardless, he was finally able to manage a breath without feeling like he was going to pass out, and he was excited still, having a few gifts he had brought over for Luciano and Flavio. It was the least he could do, right?

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*bringbring guess what mattie it be sigi bringbring*

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*Well, this certainly surprised the boy. After watching his phone ring for a bit, he finally answered*

Hey. Long time no see.

*He tried to sound happy, but he more so just sounded exhausted*

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[TEXT]: MATTIE HOLY FUCK [TEXT]: can you come over????

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*You’re in luck bucko; the Canadian was actually at home and sober. Well, spare a glass of wine. Matt went to go help the homeless this year, but Mattie decided to stay home...Looking at his phone, he seemed almost surprised he got a text*

[Text] .......

[Text] I know it’s been a while since we hanged out

[Text] but have you forgotten I’m not allowed over?

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                                                 ♥ The End ♥

back in May, I made an Undertale au that used all our muses.

I’ve been a lil reobsessed with it, so I drew this!

characters and muses under the cut

Siegfried ( @secondrategerman)- Papyrus

Siegmund ( @fakeashenwings)- Sans

Vanya ( @lambofthelions)- Toriel

Ivan ( @chaoticshchavel)- Asgore

Volker ( @tangentially-displaced)- Alphys

Annie ( @disgruntled-dogmusher)- Undyne

Mattie- Frisk

Archer- Chara

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Could we get a 'happy memory with your brother?

Which memory does your character force my character to recall?

“Well, good morning, sleepy head.”

The boy stared at the Prussian from the doorway of the kitchen, currently wrapped up in a large comforter blanket that he had seemed to manage to drag right out of bed with him. At the new guest in the room, the Italian greyhound skittered over to sniff at his feet. The boy didn’t really pay much attention to him though, still porting the thousand yard stare like an old dog would have when they forgot why they came into a room in the first place.

Siegmund reached over to bring the decorated plate over to the table, motioning the child to come forward from the doorway.

“You know you’re not supposed to be up, but I know being stuck in bed for days on end doesn’t feel good, huh?” He spoke softly, wanting to try to be as relaxing as he could around this possibly traumatized kid. “If you feel up to it, you can eat here with me before going back to bed. I made your favorite.”

The boy stared for just a little longer before making himself move forward, dragging the train of blanket behind him as he went. With him on the move, the dog went right back over to the table, Siegmund sitting down in his own chair and picking up the wiggling cermet to place on his lap. The kid found his way onto his chair one way or another, but raised an eyebrow at the strange dish in front of him.

“These are crepes, and I put chocolate and strawberries on them. My friend Louis taught me how to make these.”

“….. Not my favorite.”

Oh-ho, a response. That’s good.

“Oh? Then what is your favorite?”

The boy opened his mouth to speak, but paused midway. The distant glaze on his eyes returned as he just seemed absolutely lost on the matter. He pulled his blanket closer around him, sinking into it a little more.

“…I’unno…”

“Well, if you don’t know, why not try this? It could be your favorite.”

The blonde pursed his lips a little, almost in defiance of the claim, but knew he didn’t really have much choice since he was hungry. He messed with the blankets once more to be able to use his hands outside of it. He stabbed his fork into it, cutting into it to get a big piece of it along with all of the dressings on it to have a bit. Once he shoved it into his mouth, his eyes seemed to just light up with a spark. It was sweet and good and something he had no memory of tasting before.

The albino chuckled a bit as the other ravenously began to eat more of the dish, not even taking more than five minutes before the plate was literally licked clean. The boy leaned back in his chair, glancing away vaguely once more before he nodded.

“…. Yes. That is my favorite.”

“I’m glad.”

The two of them were quiet, the occasional snorting sound being heard from from the dog being just about it. After a bit of time, Siegmund leaned forward just a little.

“Do you remember your name yet?”

The boy sat up a little at the comment, drawing his hands back into his blanket caccoon as he sank right back down.

“….. No. I don’t remember anything…”

Hm, and it had been almost a week since he got here too, and while he was a bit more cognant, he would have thought he’d at least remember something. Though, considering when he was suddenly around with no memory, the only reason why his ‘cousin’ knew about his name was something he found on him had his name engraved on it. And with this kid having claimed him as his brother when he first washed ashore, he at least owed it to him to try to help.

“Would you like me to give you a name?”

The boys brows furrowed just a little, sinking just a little bit more so the blanket was slowly going over the top of his head. Siegmund leaned forward a little, wanting to make sure they could still see each other all right.

“You could always say no, and once you remember your name, we can go back to that. It might be a little easier for you.”

The boy looked downards a little in thought, sighing through his nose a little before nodding. It would be a good idea to at least have something to go by.

“…. Okay.”

Good good, progress. Siegmund leaned back into his chair, looking down to the dog in his lap. He set his hands on him, shaking him around a little to rile him up just a bit and get that tail wagging.

“How about Fritzi?”

The boy literally deadpanned at that, frowning just a bit.

“That’s the dog’s name.”

“Oh good, you remember his name.”

“Hard not to when you baby talk it at all hours of the day.”

Oh he heard that? Woops. But at least that’d be a good way for him to remember names, baby talk. He chuckled none the less, Frtizi snorting just a little at being talked about, his tongue just dangling there as per usual. Now was the time to actually think.

So, this was going to be his little brother, he needed a name that his peers could respect and he would seem like he belonged. A younger brother to Siegmund. A younger family member… Wait.

“… What about Siegfried?”

“Isn’t that your name?”

“No no, I’m Siegmund.” Least he was remembering a little more about it. “In a story, a man named Siegmund is the son of a Norse God, and his son was named Siegfried. Siegfried was one of the strongest men in the world and knew nothing of fear, until he learned about love.”

The boy sat up in his chair at the story, something about it seeming to captivating his interest. He looked to the side in thought for a while before he nodded.

“… Okay. I can be Siegfried, for now.”

“For now.”