#ufbros

[miggyparrk]

quick doodle. quinn’s all talk, but when the spooky stuff starts happening, he’s fluff (art ig: barakarts)

[odderancyart]

Nail Art

Alright so Kyuko linked me this drabble by @ollie-oxen-free and we talked a little about Fell painting his (and Red’s, because he’d make Red be his practice model) nails (distal phalanges, whatever). I love the idea. So I wrote a thing with my own Underfell Brothers.

Sans grinned widely as he made his way through Snowdin. The snow croaked under his sneakers as he sauntered out on the townsquare. There were a few monsters outside, mostly children and their caretakers. For once he let his hands sweep by his sides as he was outside, instead of stuffing them deeply into his pockets. The cold air brushing his phalanges felt slightly odd, but he couldn’t do anything but show them off right now.

Beaming in pride as some of the kids stared at him, Sans grinned widely at them. Less threatening than usual, almost welcoming. He might also have a slight weak spot for the children of the Underground; the only ones not yet poisoned by fear since stripes acted as a shield against violence.

“come ‘ere ‘n’ take a look if yer so curious,” he drawled, holding out his hands. Hanna, one of the rabbits who was looking after the kids, nodded as they turned to her for permission. She, just like everyone in Snowdin, knew that Papyrus would punish anyone hurting a kid severely; even if it was his own brother. The lieutenant knew how to keep himself from killing even low HP-monsters after all.

Boss was so cool.

The children carefully approached him. They might not yet be threatened, but everyone in town were careful around the skeleton brothers. Everyone was careful around authority after all. As he only nodded, they hurried a little, and Sans chuckled as one of the braver kids grabbed one of his hands. Their eyes grew wide as they looked at the colours.

A month earlier, Papyrus had found a kit with ‘nail polish’ – that was what the box called it – on the garbage dump. He’d fallen in love with the brightness and elegance of it and had practiced ever since, forcing Sans to be his model. Not that he had fought it; after the initial complaining he had agreed. Couldn’t say no to such an eager, cheery brother after all. Impossible. Therefore, Sans phalanges were painted with all the colours one could imagine.

“Pretty,” Jasper, one of the bunny kids, breathed. He carefully moved his paw over the coloured bone. With wide eyes, he stared up at Sans. “Who did this?”

Sans grinned widely, his gold tooth shimmering in the artificial daylight.

“boss, o’ course,” he replied proudly. “who else could do somethin’ like this?”

The children looked at each other and exchanged nervous glances. By now even some of the adults had begun to get closer, curious about what was going on. Eventually Jenna, a bear cub, swallowed and spoke.

“Can Lieutenant Papyrus do mine too?” she asked and held up a paw with sharp claws. Her voice trembled a little as she stared straight at Sans. Laughing, he shrugged.

“i dunno,” he replied. “you’ll have ta ask ‘im.”

He threw a gaze over his shoulder, and his grin widened.

“’ere he comes. ask ‘im now.”

Sure enough, his brother was making his way toward through the town. Papyrus was carrying multiple food bags, having been at the Shop. The children trembled slightly as they watched him smirk as monsters immediately got out of his way. Finally, Leo – a wyvern too young for wings and therefore armless – took a deep breath.

He stumbled forward, toward Papyrus, who stopped as he noticed the kid. Sans smiled as he saw his brother’s expression soften; although it only was visible to someone who knew him as well as Sans did. With a raised eyebrow, Boss waited for the wyvern to speak.

“L-Lieutenant Papyrus, sir,” Leo managed to say, his voice ridiculously dark as he tried to sound tough. The corner of Papyrus’ mouth twitched. “Can you paint our claws like you did to Sans? It looks very nice.”

Blinking, the skeleton stared at Leo in surprise before glancing over toward Sans. He raised a hand in greeting, showing the painted nails for his brother. After a few moments, Papyrus chuckled and nodded. He liked this, as expected. He always loved positive attention and appreciation. Then again, Sans supposed, pretty much everyone did.

“I CAN, LEO,” he replied, and the kid gasped in awe when he realized the Lieutenant of the Royal Guard knew his name. As if he hadn’t known the name of every monster in Snowdin. “DON’T GET USED TO MY GOODWILL, THOUGH. IT’S JUST THIS ONCE.”

The kid nodded quickly before sprinting back to the group of kids. Almost falling over, he stumbled the last metres but grinned widely. Proud over himself. Sans could sympathize with that. Anyone who got recognition from someone as awesome as Boss ought to be. With a laugh, he listened as the kids began to chat excitedly about what colours they wanted. It was a rarity with any colours but black, red and yellow – and white, of course, in Snowdin.

As he turned to look at Boss again, the other gave him an amused gaze. He most likely hadn’t expected Sans to go show up the nail art quite so visibly, or at all even. Sans only grinned back. The hidden joy on Papyrus’ face was absolutely worth it. After all, there was nothing better than a happy brother.

[odderancyart]

The Sorting Hat has spoken

I just Sorted the four main skelebros - or my versions of them - into Hogwarts Houses. Here’s the surprising results:

Sans - Ravenclaw Papyrus - Hufflepuff Blue - Gryffindor Stretch - Ravenclaw Red - Slytherin Fell - Ravenclaw Razz - Gryffindor Slim - Hufflepuff

[odderancyart]

Cherry

Warnings: implied past abuse

Underfell

AO3

Next

Sans leaned into the couch. Absently he fingered his collar. It was an unusually good day. There had been no questioning his and his brother’s authority in Snowdin, the dogs had taken care of all crime and the new food-transports from the capital had arrived, which made everyone in an extra good mood. Especially since none of it had been missing this time. Stolen or kept by the Capital.

Papyrus was sitting at the kitchen table doing paperwork. Doomfanger was resting in his lap. Sans would’ve helped his brother, but he hated paperwork. It was awful. Also, ever since he spilled mustard all over it Papyrus had banned Sans from ’helping’.

Yeah. It was a good day.

A phone signal went off, and Papyrus picked his up. He sighed as he checked the caller before accepting and putting the phone to his ear.

“YES?” His eyebrows rose as listened to whoever it was. Sans watched in interest.

”WHAT? BUT SANS IS H…” he interrupted himself. Papyrus looked very bemused, and slightly worried. Sans sighed. Well. So much for that good day. ”NEVERMIND. I AM ON MY WAY.”

Papyrus stood and waved for Sans to follow him. With a groan, he rose from the couch, pulling on his coat as they left the house.

”what was that ’bout, boss?” he asked as they walked though Snowdin. The denizens of the small town moved out of their way as they proceeded to take the road leading toward the forest.

”THE CANINES TOLD ME THEY HAVE FOUND YOU. IN THE FOREST. DOGGO SAID YOU WERE ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED OF THEM AND EVERYTHING. ’YOU’ LOOKED HURT AS WELL, APPARENTLY.”

”what.”

Sans received no reply. It didn’t look like his brother knew what to think either. That was fucking weird. It would’ve been one thing if it had been anyone else. That’d still be strange, but explainable. The Dogi, though… with their incredible senses of smell and loyalty to the skeleton brothers, it should’ve been impossible for them to mistake anyone else for them. Sans sighed. Well, they’d have to wait until they reached their destination – wherever that was – until they got an answer.

It was freezing in the forest. Sans had to close his jacket to keep out the cold winds. When the winter affected skeletons, then temperatures were low. They passed through most of the forest, and Sans realized they appeared to be on way toward his sentry station.

When they reached it, he could see how Lesser and Dogaressa were kneeling close to something scrambled up against the wall of the sentry station. The huddle appeared to be breathing shallowly. The other dogs – except Greater who was on duty guarding the food – were standing watch. Dogamy gave away a happy yip as he smelled them. Doggo looked grumpy as always, but his tail twitched, showing that he was glad to see them. Both looked very confused though, staring at Sans. He scowled, and both immediately averted their eyes.

Dogaressa looked up, looking relieved as she moved away from the huddle. She grabbed Lesser’s neck and dragged him with her.

”(Lieutenant! Sir!)” she greeted, saluting them. The huddle gave away a terrified squeak. Papyrus nodded slightly in reply, but Sans only had eyes for the monster next to his sentry station. It was a skeleton. He made a move to teleport up to them, but his brother grabbed his shoulder, stopping him. Fine. His brother wanted to look first.

Papyrus strode up to them. The huddle scrambled as far away they could. Which wasn’t very far, because the wall behind him quickly stopped them.

”LOOK AT ME,” he ordered, and the monster quickly obeyed. Sans gasped as he saw the monster’s face. They were identical. From the shape, to the sharp teeth with a gold replacement and the scar over the right eye socket. Red eyelights. The only difference was that the other monster’s face was extremely bruised.

”B-Boss!” the other monster stammered, trying and failing to form a disarming smile. Even their voices were identical, even though this one’s was raspier – like he’d been screaming. As Papyrus’ frown only deepened – in confusion and irritation at not understanding what was going on – the other looked even more terrified. ”i- i’m s-s-so-sorry, Boss. i didn’- didn’ mean to fall asleep again. please. please please please do-don’t h-hurt me, Boss,” he begged.

”W-WHAT?” Papyrus stared at the monster in horror. Sans could only imagine how awful it must feel to have someone who looked exactly like one’s brother begging to not get hurt. He quickly shortcutted up to his brother once it was obvious that Papyrus had no idea what to do. Normally any kind of impostor would be dead or chained by now – it happened that some shapeshifters had tried, but this was a little too good for a normal faker. Plus, why would one of those act like this?

“ok, that’s ‘nough.” Sans’ eye socket was blazing red and he glared down at the other ‘him’. The monster flinched before he got a better look at him. Then he slowly blinked. He seemed to almost forget his fear as he stared at Sans in shock.

“okay, what the fuck?” The monster exclaimed. Sans and Papyrus glanced at each other in surprise. No way this was a shapeshifter. They hadn’t thought about it before, but the monster spoke in lowercase Comic Sans. Only actual skeletons could even identify fonts, and changing them and letter cases was something that was hard even for them.

“ya tell me, buddy.” Sans finally commented. “why’re ya beggin’ my bro not to hurt ya for? and what’re ya doin’ at my station?”

“y-yer? ‘t’s my sentry station.”

They stared at each other for a couple moments. The dogs and Papyrus were just looking extremely perplexed. No one had any idea what was going on here, if that wasn’t obvious.

Finally, Sans spoke.

“ya’ve ever heard ‘bout the multiverse theory?”

He had studied it when he still worked in the labs. Until something had happened. He still didn’t know why he had dropped out, but he felt no need to go back so it didn’t really matter.

“’c-course.” A small light had begun to burn in the monster’s eyes. He almost seemed to forget to be afraid, nearly looking excited. “ya think…”

“well yer not a shapeshifter so i can’t think of anythin’ else.”

Papyrus cleared his throat, waking them up from their conversation. Both had forgotten they were out in the open, and in others’ company. The excitement of having the Theory proven had been too distracting.

Other Sans flinched at his brother’s voice, and let out a squeak. Sans himself only rolled his eyes.

“CARE TO SHARE WHAT THE HELL YOU TWO ARE TALKING ABOUT?”

Sans chuckled as he looked his brother and the dogs over. Papyrus didn’t try to hide both his curiosity and irritation while the dogs did their best to not show how intrigued they were. Except for Lesser. Lesser was busy trying to build a snow statue.

“this one’s me. from ‘nother universe,” he simply told them. “parallel universe, most likely, with how similar we look.”

The dogs completely stopped acting like they weren’t pay attention, and stared at him with gaping mouths, showing off all their teeth. Papyrus blinked, but didn’t seem to be able to think of anything to say. Eventually he seemed to catch himself.

“GET HIM HOME, SANS. WE CAN’T LEAVE HIM HERE BUT NO ONE CAN SEE THIS… COPY OF YOU.”

Sans grinned and saluted jokingly.

“sure thing, boss.”

He grabbed the other him and stepped into the Void.

I came to think when I was going to bed yesterday; what if instead of Underswap, the abused and scared UF Sans ended up in (my normal) Underfell where the bros are best bros like they should be? I'm thinking of continuing this. Any opinions?

[odderancyart]

From my new one-shot collection

AO3 link

Fandom: Undertale/Underfell Characters: UF Papyrus, UF Sans, UF Dogi

Summary: It's the Underfell brothers first day in Snowdin and Papyrus is making sure everyone knows that he is in charge now, and things will be very different.

The lieutnant of the Royal Guard looked over the saluting dogs, as well as the rest of those town denizens who bothered to come, in front of him. It was their second day in his new domain, and his first day meeting his new subordinates – the Canine Unit of Snowdin, more commonly known as the Dogi. They were behaving well enough, but Papyrus knew better than to trust it, and them. He could feel their valuating glances, trying to decide whether they should try to attack or not. If it was worth it. It was not. Papyrus smirked as he met the gaze of Dogamy, who yelped in surprise and looked away. They had already played this game once, and he had already defeated Greater Dog. He had spared Greater, to all everyone’s but Sans’ surprise, but it was simply from a tactical point of view. They were dogs – pack animals – and killing one before ensuring their loyalty would make them his enemies. Anyway, it wasn’t like Papyrus couldn’t simply kill one at any time, he was one of the most powerful monsters Underground after all, both magically, physically and politically.

”LISTEN UP, MONSTERS.” He commanded, and the dogs' ears perked up to show that they were indeed listening closely. ”MY NAME, AS YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW BY NOW, IS PAPYRUS GASTER. LIEUTNANT AND SECOND-IN-COMMAND OF THE ROYAL GUARD – AND AS YOU WILL LEARN, THAT IS NOT A POSITION I GOT BECAUSE THE GASTER FAMILY IS INFLUENTAL, IT WAS PURELY BECAUSE OF SKILL AND HARD WORK. I AM YOUR NEW COMMANDING OFFICER AND HEAD OF SNOWDIN TOWN, AS CAPTAIN UNDYNE DECIDED THIS PLACE WAS IN THE NEED OF SOMEONE TO CLEAN IT UP.”

He pointed at his grinning brother who stood behind him, posture and demeanor lazy and relaxed. He gave a slothful wave to their audience. Still, Papyrus knew better. If needed, Sans would be ready to turn everyone here to dust, or simpy teach them a lesson, in less than a second. His brother was not the Royal Judge as well as a Royal Scientist for no reason, after all. Sans gave him an encouraging smile disguised as a smirk, and the lieutnant nodded once.

”THIS IS MY BROTHER, SANS GASTER. HE WORKS AS A SCIENTIST IN THE ROYAL LABS IN HOTLAND. THIS IS COMPLETELY UNNECCESSARY FOR ME TO SAY, AS SANS IS FULLY CAPABLE OF DUSTING EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU, BUT I AM GOING TO TELL YOU STILL; IF I FIND ANYONE BOTHERING HIM, THERE WILL BE A HELL TO PAY. I WILL NOT SHOW ANY MERCY, AND HIS ROYAL MAJESTY WOULD NOT BE HAPPY TO LOOSE ONE OF HIS BEST SCIENTISTS.”

”I KNOW PERFECTLY WELL THAT NOT NEARLY EVERY CITIZEN OF THIS DISGUSTING EXCUSE OF A TOWN IS HERE TODAY, SO MAKE SURE TO FORWARD WHAT I HAVE TO SAY. THIS TOWN IS INFAMOUS FOR BEING THE WORST DRUG DEN AND RULED BY GANGS. THIS IS WHAT I AM HERE TO PUT A STOP FOR. UNTIL THINGS HAVE BEEN CLEANED UP THE TOWN WILL BE FLOODED BY ROYAL GUARDS; NOT ONLY YOUR DOGI BUT ALSO A COUPLE TROOPS FROM THE CAPITAL HIS MAJESTY AND THE CAPTAIN HAVE BEEN KIND ENOUGH TO GRANT ME. WE WILL ALSO HAVE THE ROYAL JUDGE HERE.”

A murmur broke out. The Royal Judge, the Judge of Monsters, was almost a mythlike creature, and no one but the highest ups of the monarchy knew of their identity; the royals, the captain of the Guard, the King’s most trusted advisors – such as his Royal Scientist Dr. Gaster - as well as Papyrus, who wasn’t actually high enough up to know but as Sans’ brother and with his proven loyalty to the Crown it had been allowed. So even the rumor that they would be here was enough to rattle people. Papyrus smirked. If only they had known that the slouching skeleton standing behind him was said myth. Papyrus would have to have him put on his official robes and take a few walks around the town to prove his presence. Perhaps, with the King’s permission, they could even have a public trial and execution at his brother’s hands.

”THE TROOPS WILL ARRIVE TODAY, AND YOU WILL HAVE THE REST OF THE DAY TO CLEAN UP YOUR FILTHY BUSINESSES. IF YOU ARE CLEAN BY TOMORROW YOU WILL NOT BE PUNISHED. BUT AFTER THIS DAY SNOWDIN WILL CHANGE, AND THERE WILL COME LAW AND ORDER TO THIS PLACE. YOU ARE ALL DISMISSED. GUARDS, REPORT TO ME BY DAWN.”

The Canines saluted again, even though it was obvious they were still evaluating them. Very well. Papyrus would have all the time in the world to win their loyalty. Stepping of the podium he had been standing on and walking away he felt Sans following him before falling into step next to him.

”that went p good, boss.” Sans muttered, so silently only he could hear.

”OF COURSE IT DID, BROTHER.” Papyrus replied, even though he knew Sans could see his slight relief everything had been so easy - even if it wouldn't stay that way. ”I AM THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS, AFTER ALL.”

Sans chuckled as they entered their new home, his smile growing more real within the safety of thick walls, gold tooth gleaming.

”you sure are.”