Ok ok, this definitely took me a very long time, but now chapter 5 for "The Will to Persevere" is here! I've honestly come to accept that it takes me awhile to make these chapters just cause my life is always hectic and got things going on in it, but every time without fail, I come back to this fandom and fic. So worry not! Regardless of how long it takes me to post, I will always post a new chapter for this until its finished, just might take me awhile to post the chapter...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
But I hope you enjoy it! Got some very exciting things in this chapter, with new characters being introduced, hehehehe...
So… Guess who finally posted another chapter of their fanfic “The Will to Persevere”…?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
RAAAAHHH!!!
Yes it did take me months and months to finally get this posted, yes I had a basically finished draft just lying in my google docs for god knows how long-
But I did it. Yay!
Anyways, I hope ya’ll enjoy it and don’t be afraid to leave a comment on like what you think or any feedback!
I've been having trouble writing the 3rd chapter of my fic "The Will to Persevere" so as a way to help get me out of my rutt, I wrote a little scenario of the Gaster boys with the Reader on an early day, enjoy!
“So… You’re off to art college yeah?”
“…Yeah.”
“...Thank god! Hah, if you ended up going to that haughty taughty rich college I would’ve smacked you across your head!”
“Hahah, yeah no way!”
“Hahah yeah…I’m… I’m gonna miss you.”
“...Me too.”
Huh..?
You're awake. What were you.. Dreaming about? Your eyes squint as you think, a groan leaving you while you stretch the sleep away.
Nope. Can’t remember.
You roll yourself further into your nest of covers and pillows, continuing to grumble to yourself as you're determined to go to sleep again. Cmon, just like, five more minutes at least.
You shift.
You shift again.
Nope.
Ughhh, fine.
Huffing a little you begin to sit up and get out of your oh so comfy bed. A quick look at the light crystal on your dresser tells you it's around a quarter to rising.
The light crystals were so interesting, you had no idea how they dimmed and lit mimicking day and night, instead called rising and resting, but you were absolutely transfixed by them when Papyrus was so kind as to get you one, insisting it was simply to keep you from being late or lazy, and that it was definitely not a gift.
You snorted a little at the memory. Sure.
Your own little crystal from the cavern ceiling, how beautiful. Just looking at the mesmerizing thing warmed your SOUL as the memories of the gift and who it came from stirred inside you.
Speaking of him, he's probably up by now.
You smile a little as you get some shorts on, deciding to leave on the baggy shirt, hoping your lazy fit would be forgiven since it was so early in the morning.
Your feet patter on the wooden steps, already smelling delicious food coming from the kitchen.
God that smells divine.
The scene that greets you as you walk into the kitchen makes you smirk a little, oh my god he's so cute.
There in front of you was Papyrus, Lieutenant of the Royal Guards, in a pink and frilly apron, cooking some morning eggs and bacon.
You can’t help but let out a snort, the image cemented into your memory.
You’re fucking dying.
Is this why he cooks so early in the morning, so none of us will see him?
The sound is immediately registered by Papyrus, a jolt going through him before he quickly turns around, a deep reddish orange blush covering his face when he sees you.
“H-HUMAN-”
I quickly shush him, huffs of air still leaving me and a wide smile as I silently laugh.
“I- It's early Papyrus, you’ll wake everyone up, ch-chill.”
You keep laughing a little, Papyrus getting redder and redder by the second, making you get more and more hysterical. You pat him on the arm, trying to calm him down.
“B-Besides, it looks good on you! Promise I won’t tell anyone, kay?”
That seemed to calm him down, his jaw clenching and unclenching, his blush going down now while his eyes shift from you to your hand.
Oh.
Damnit, you didn’t mean to touch him so casually, it just kinda happened. Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t mad at you.
“Shit, my bad, didn’t mean to touch you.”
You go to get some water to get away from the situation that was getting increasingly more awkward, way to go you. You reach up into the cabinets for a glass that was just out of reach from your fingers, mouth frowning and brows furrowing while you continued to struggle.
Goddamnit, you swear you could reach this shelf before-
Papyrus’ body suddenly overshadows your own, the smell of cloves, cinnamon and spices washing over you, easily picking up the glass you were struggling with and hands it to you.
You felt your face grow warm for a second, taking the glass and filling it up while uttering a quick thanks.
The Underground just seemed to have a way of making you feel really short.
…
“Sans Threw Away The Rest Of The Aprons In The House Except For This One.”
You turn towards Papyrus, cracking a smile as you look at him, already back to tending to the food, eyes trained on the pan.
Oh my god. “No he didn’t.”
Papyrus simply sighs. “Yes, He Did.”
You snort ugily before covering your face and looking away, soon breaking out into laughter, all awkwardness forgotten in the face of this hilarious prank. In your laughter, you narrowly miss Papyrus glancing at you with a soft smile.
“Are You Laughing At My Misery?”
I turn towards Papyrus, his boney brow quirked upwards the only change from his stoic face, waving my hand in denial.
“No no, p-promise I just, hahaha! That's, that's really good!” God you couldn’t stop giggling, puns were nice sure, but a good prank? Don’t even get you started.
“I mean terrible! T-Terrible!”
Papyrus looks at you as you continue to giggle, poking you softly on your shoulder, making you squirm, his eyes filled with what looked to be mirth and something else, but your teary eyes couldn’t see very well.
“You Find This Very Funny Huh? Not Afraid Of What I Might Do In Retaliation To Your Laughter? Maybe You Need To Do More Push-Ups In Your Training, Might Get That Ridiculous Humor Out Of You.”
No! You look at him with wide eyes, still snickering as you twist and turn as he continues to poke you, just making you laugh more.
“No, no please! Hahahah, n-no more push-ups!”
“ey boss, don be killin te’ only person in ‘ere wit a gud sense of humor, yeah? she looks like she's abouta pass out from laughin too much.”
You look to where the deep voice came from, seeing Sans resting on the entrance of the kitchen, his eye light switching between you and Papyrus, arms folded in front of him.
Oof, you probably woke him up with all of your racket, he was for sure going to be mad at you for that, Sans didn’t wake up into late evening, and this was still early morning.
You wipe away your tears and get out the rest of your laughs while you make your way over to Sans, his signature scent of mezcal, smoke, and cedar wood stronger than usual.
“Heh, sorry Sans, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” giving Sans your best apologetic look, hoping he wouldn’t be too angry with you.
He keeps eye contact with Papyrus for a few seconds more before looking to you, a wide grin on his face and shifts his stance so he's leaning on the wall with his elbow, hand on his skull, his other hand in his pocket.
Wow, how smooth.
“Nah, yer gud dollface, was ‘avin trouble sleepin actually, so came down ta ask if ya’d ‘elp me?”
You gave him your best displeased face, brows furrowing and a deep frown as you crossed your arms, but the blush across your face was really not working in your favor.
Damnit, remember, that's just his personality, millions of other girls hear the same shit, don’t be desperate.
“Very funny Sans, don’t seem to have much trouble sleeping 99 percent of the time, other girls keeping you company instead?”
You actually get a snort out of Papyrus with that, surprising you and Sans, Papyrus quickly covering it up by clearing his throat. You look at the back of Papyrus’ head with a shocked smile, woah, a chuckle from thee Papyrus for one of your measly jokes? You felt honored.
“heh, usually jus’ te thought a ya’s enough, guess it didn’ work today.”
You simply roll your eyes as his brows raise and he shrugs. You turn and get a stool so you can reach the plates in the cabinet, wanting to set up the table since it looked like Papyrus was almost done.
“Sure pal. Maybe if your pick up lines were better I’d consider.”
Moving past Sans you begin setting up the table, mind wandering to Frisk and if you should wake them up yet or let them sleep.
“oh if ye wan’ more, ey can always-”
“Enough Sans. The Human Is Sick And Tired Of Your Grotesque Puns, Now Sit Down And Wait Patiently Or Else I’ll Give Your Food To Rocky.”
Your eyes shift to Rocky the Rock in all of their spiked collar glory, who somehow seems to be exuding the aura of being very pleased at that idea. You snort a little, but continue to make the table, now setting up the forks and knives.
Where did the food that they “fed” Rocky with go? You decided to not think about it too long, simply chalking it up to most of the things down here.
Magic.
Sans chuckles a little before teleporting himself into his chair, which was, literally like 2 feet away from him, making you smile slightly and shake your head at him. He simply looks at you and shrugs, winking before speaking to Papyrus.
“heh, alright boss, whatever ya say.”
Papyrus gives him a narrowed look as he begins plating the food, Sans looking the same as usual, however you could swear their trademark scent was getting stronger, strong enough for your nose to wrinkle. You looked at Papyrus and point upstairs.
“I’m going to wake up Frisk for breakfast.”
Papyrus just gave you a grunt in response, you turned around and began walking up the stairs when all of a sudden you hear-
“dam sweetheart, are ye buttdialing me? cause that ass sure is calling te me!”
OH MY GOD! You look at Sans with a flustered expression, hands covering your butt as you yell “PERVERT!”, causing Sans to laugh out loud.
Papyrus slams on the table and begins yelling in his voice he usually uses for work, screaming at Sans.
“SANS I'VE TOLD YOU-”
Groaning, you try your best to tune out the Brothers bickering, sure that Frisk was up by now.
God, how the hell were you going to survive in the house with the two of them?
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Annnd, thats the drabble! God god god god how badly I wish I could skip all the world and relationship building just so I can jump right into this but, alas, thats not how things are meant to be done. ='(
Just some little hcs about the brothers that I need to say, cause their boiling up in me and someone gonna hear them! :
Sans and Papyrus' scents are similar to pheromones in the way that they work to entice a specific person and show their a candid mate to them, and in this instance, with the smell getting stronger, a way to ward of other men from their mate, although Reader has absolutely no idea whats happening and simply thinks they put on their cologne too strongly lmao
Even though on an instinctive level Sans butts heads with Papyrus when it comes to Reader, if it came down to it Sans would give up Reader so Papyrus could be with them, prioritizing his happiness over his own (No they don't hate each other they love each other very much they just have feelings for the same gyal-)
Papyrus on the other hand, doesn't think of this as "only one of us can have her!" type thing, as in most circumstances relationships in the Underground are polyandry (one female multiple males) due to the low birthing rate, so he's more so fighting for the "Alpha" spot so to say, or just simply wanting to be the first one she chooses as her mate. Sans is just a pessimistic poop head who thinks really lowly of himself and doesn't think she'd choose a sleazebag like him at all, but can't help himself from still wanting her
Ok ok I gotta stop myself or else I'm gonna reveal stuff that I shouldn't be ok hope you liked this go read my fic "The Will to Persevere" byeeee!
Day two of trying to write everyday as a writing exercise! This one is kinda stupid and bland but words are words. I'm honestly just treating this as a journal for my random thoughts.
Going to parties is an odd experience, at least in high school.
I was pretty secluded during my first 2 years of highschool, only really spending time with people in school and not out.
Which was fine! But when you’re halfway through your highschool life, what's supposed to be the peak of your teenage years with no party experience to speak of. Well you feel like you're missing out.
I had this idea, this dream of what my first party was going to be like. Blaring music, neon lights, teenage bodies clumped together, halfway gone while we all jump and dance together.
A nightmare to some, but for my adrenaline junkie self, it sounded like Nirvana.
And then finally, the day of reckoning comes. Midway through my junior year. I was able to convince one of my party veteran friends to take me to a party being thrown.
With bright hopeful eyes, I pay the ridiculous entry fee of 35 dollars, try my best to find something good to wear (an outfit mildly provocative but also normal and bland enough to blend in with the average teenage populous, the average worries of any teenager) and I wait eagerly for my friends Uber to pull up.
At first everythings going smooth! We’re pregaming a bit, nothing too mind you (be responsible when partying!) We giggle together like teenagers in a coming of age movie, everythings going to plan.
And then we get to the venue.
No one, I mean no one is dancing.
Everyone is smoking, drinking in their own corners of the small room, a glazed look over their glassy eyes, drool leaking out of their gaping mouths, either starting to sloppily make out with someone or starting to talk with someone to make out with them.
… What.
Where's the bouncing crowd, dancing bodies, blaring music, the fun party scene I envisioned?
Nowhere in sight, that's for sure.
And the music sucked on top of that, to make matters worse.
Anyways, it sucked, but I went to some other parties later on in junior and senior year that weren't so bad. Moral of the story, don't hype up parties too much, not every party is the same so find your niche, and be safe always.
My train’s coming up on my stop so I have to go. Tata!
I feel like I haven’t been doing enough creative work, so I’ve decided I’m going to try and write blurbs every day (let’s see how long that goes for) to exercise my writing muscle.
I name it, “Ramblings of the Mad.” Enjoy.
I, am an idiot.
I don't know why I was born with this condition, this dilemna (Is that how you spell it?) of mine, but since I breached the comforts of my mothers womb, a ridiculous amount of hair on my head, I haven't been all there. I didn't cry when I was supposed to, umbilical cord wrapped around my neck and exiting feet first like a slip-and-slide, I was trouble right from the get go.
It's an odd feeling, being so abnormally “special” (as my parents say) compared to the average individual. I don't quite fit in with everyone else: thinking, feeling, being different than those around me, since I was a snotty nose kid to freshly turned adult.
And I’m not special enough to be outstanding, mind you. Whereas those who are so different they stand out with their peculiarness like some Picasso painting, causing ripples of oohs and awes wherever they go, I am just a slightly off kilter mediocre painting. Tilted an inch or so off the middle line as to cause people to squint, but nothing drastic enough to be moving or invoke any real thought.
How spectacular, how beautiful to be slightly weird! Only one or two people can handle my spontaneity, my sudden intrusive thoughts so now I’m near obsessive of them, terrified of the thought of them leaving me and having to be alone with my thoughts once more. But I also can't stand being with too many people, because then it's just too many people, and then I have to placate to their wants and conform to their conversation that feels so dreary and draining to me. It's like being picky about life, being a closeted asshole that only a select people are informed about.
But anyway, I digress. I knight myself an idiot because of my slight weirdness (to loop it back to the beginning). I am not weird enough to be outstandingly smart or talented but weird enough to not know how to write a proper email, how to talk to people in a socially acceptable fashion, stupid enough to fuck up things that do matter simply because my brain told me they didn’t.
Like shouldering off an assessment from your college because it's the summer and so anything you do now has no meaning (your brain assures you). But it does have meaning, and now you’re writing a shoddy email in hopes of getting another chance to do your assessment so it won’t fuck up the rest of your college experience that hasnt even started yet.
Too specific? Regret reading this, “woe is me”, writing? Well it's too late, you're almost all the way through, so it's better to just finish it all so you can carry on with peace of mind, or else I’ll like, curse you or something.
Not actually, but you get the gist.
Anyway, I’ve said my piece, I've written out my feelings and feel slightly better now that I have because my mind tells me I’ve done something slightly productive now.
It’s 2:51am and I have stayed up fine tuning the backstory and personality of some of the other characters that are soon to be introduced in my fic “The Will to Persevere”, and lemme just say…. AINT NOBODY HAPPY IN THIS BITCH!
YOU GET TRUAMA! YOU GET TRUAMA! EVEN THE READER GETS TRUAMA!! MWUAHAHAHAHAH-
Anyways. As you can see, I’m crazy from lack of sleep right now, but am excited for the next chapter, even though it’s kinda of a bridging chapter it’s still a scene I’m excited for.
