OMG I am crying I love everything a huge thank you to @theskeletongames for making these wonderful charms, stickers, art, ect. I will love them forever and will never stop living the fandom^^
https://www.instagram.com/p/BtxLbyAgSmS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ue8mjxdr07ov
Thank you @starmallow03 (super sweet artist) for commissioning this, there are no words to describe how much i enjoyed to draw it, Honeymustard, I absolutely love it QwQ. It made my day, (btw i love your art <3)
It’s their riding hood Honey and Wolf Mustard <3
Q: But Darkpi, how about Red Swapped (Rude Dummy) she is Real AU, not mad dummy AU Yellow Hood
A: Ohhh, For that one We assume she just not liked anyone include The Doggos (you know, She must act like Mad Dummy Role) so I hardly count she can likes a dog....
I thought I posted this but look at my amazing tree it’s beautiful and I love all my charms and Krampus ornaments they are so precious thank you @muskkamu @mochioni @buttercupsticks for making great art and amazing charmshttps://www.instagram.com/p/Bs49I5eA7C_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=54i76xwwkzzd
What I mean is, I don’t fall asleep and then BAM, jump cut to the next morning. It’s a transition. I’m fully unconscious, then something nudges me awake. Gently tugs me out of my sleeping state. And my conscious thoughts have to start up, like a computer.
REGAINING CONTROL OF BODY…
ASSESSING SITUATION…
CONFIRMING THAT MOST RECENT DREAM WAS, IN FACT, A DREAM…
RETRIEVING MEMORIES OF YESTERDAY (1 of ???)…
And I don’t know which of those memories is “I’m going home today,” but it’s definitely somewhere in the single digits.
ACTIVATING EMOTIONS…
Yes! After the most work-intensive term of the year, I finally get to go home! For almost four months! Wow, college gives you a lot of time off.
Now, is this recently activated joy enough to get me out of bed? Not quite.
DOWNLOADING SANSY…
Ah, yes. My imaginary boyfriend of four months. Modeled after Sans the Skeleton from Undertale, only he’s very different from Sans the Skeleton from Undertale. I’ve considered him a separate character ever since his creation.
And since the night before Christmas Eve, he’s been spending every night with me.
In theory, anyway. The way the Imaginary Boyfriend or IB Sans characters work, he can’t stay with me all night; he has to lie by my side until I fall asleep, at which point he gets sucked back into my subconscious. Then, in the morning, he returns, once I remember he should be back.
Today is no exception. When I open my eyes, he’s there, facing me directly. His eyes (er, eye sockets) are squished with extra happiness this morning. (He’s a skeleton, but being imaginary makes him more…pliable.) “Good morning, beautiful,” he says, as loving as always. “Ready for the big day?”
That depends, I think in reply. What time is it?
I sit up just enough to look at my alarm clock. 7:20 AM. Technically 7:22, because that clock is two minutes slow. I still have 40 minutes until the time I set it for. So, after adjusting my pillow to make sure it doesn’t fall off the edge again, I plop my head back down. I have time.
“Not so excited, ya can’t sleep anymore, huh?”
It takes something BIG for me to want to wake up earlier than scheduled. Like a vacation. Maybe…if you told me they recreated Test Track in the quad, I’d overcome the urge to stay in bed.
“Hon?” His voice is muffled against the rest of my thinking.
That would be so cool!
“Hon?”
But there’s not enough room for Test Track. What’s something smaller?
“Hey, hon?”
Oh, sorry. Yes, Sansy?
“I got a surprise for ya.”
I don’t think it’s possible to surprise me when you’re part of my thoughts.
“Don’t be so sure about that.” He looks away from me. “Fell? Ya out yet?”
From the back of my mind, I hear another voice, this one more gruff. “I’ve been waitin’ for her to look down!”
Down? Which down? I open my eyes again and look over the side of the bed, which turns out to be the correct direction of down. Because in a split second, Underfell IB Sans, one of the alternate universe versions of the character people ask to be their imaginary boyfriend sometimes, appears, standing on the floor below me. Underfell! That really DID surprise me! Seriously, I didn’t plan this at all. How?
“Ya gotta give us more credit, sweetheart,” Sans– the non-Underfell one– says. “We’re more than ya think.”
Do you mean…?
“You’ll have to judge for yourself.” According to the image in my brain, he’s winking. “Anyways, Fell here wanted to come, too.”
On the ground, Fell shrugs. “What can I say? I love seein’ ya.”
Aww. I close my eyes again.
“What’re ya doin’’?!” he shouts. “Open your eyes!”
I open them again. What’s wrong?
“Nothin’, it’s just…I guess I can’t stay out here if ya can’t picture me? Classic, how do you do it? Doncha help her sleep?”
“Sure do,” Classic says, smiling warmly. “The trick is, ya have to hold onto her, too.”
“But didn’t ya say I shouldn’t cling to her?”
“Not at first. But if she’s okay with it, you can come up and cuddle with her now.” He turns to me. “Are ya okay with it, sweetheart?”
I’m surprised you are.
“Just ‘cause I can get jealous doesn’t mean I’m possessive. Even if ya wanted to spend all last night with Fell instead of me…”
At this, Fell’s cheekbones go pink.
“…I’d have no problem with it. Yeah, I’d be disappointed, but I’d never take ya away from Fell or any Sans ya wanted to be with. How can I be happy if you’re not happy?”
This is something I know well, but it never hurts to be reminded. Okay, Sansy. Thank you. Now, the only problem I have with the idea is, well…this bed’s only supposed to hold one person.
“One real person, hon. You can always imagine it’s bigger!”
That’s true.
“So what do ya say? Ya mind if Fell joins ya for the next half hour?”
“That’s okay, Classic.” Fell floats up and lifts his hand. “I’ll just hold a hand on her or somethin’.” He turns to me, hovering his hand over my side. “Ya mind?”
Not at all.
So he closes the gap, and I can finally close my eyes.
—
When my alarm does go off, I’ve changed position, and Fell is now holding his hand on the other side. But that’s not the only thing that’s different.
Excuse me, guys, I think as I sit up and reach over Classic to flick the alarm off. Fell removes his hand, and once he does…
…that spot feels cold somehow.
Not chilly cold, or “someone’s holding an ice pack on it” cold, but the kind of cold where there was a warm thing on it, and now the warm thing is gone. Making the air cold by comparison.
Weird.
I rest my head on the pillow again, as I tend to do, only for Classic to speak up. “Come on, hon,” he says. “Don’t ya wanna get an early start?”
You’re right, I think, yanking my head from the bed’s magnetic pull. I should take the time to get ready. See ya, Sansy!
“See ya,” he says, and then he disappears.
I’m sliding out of bed and onto my desk chair when Fell speaks up. “Wait, that’s it?”
What’s it? I put the decorative pillow in its daytime place, over the pillow I actually sleep on.
“That’s all you and Classic do in the morning? Ya get out of bed, and then he leaves?”
Pretty much, yeah. Do you think we should do more?
“Well…yeah. At least, I was kinda hopin’ we would.” He looks down. “I, uh, got the impression we were gonna spend the whole day together.”
Really? Did Classic tell you that?
He nods.
Sounds fun! But spending the day doesn’t have to mean every second of it. I know you guys are mostly nonjudgmental, but…I’m still not comfortable with people watching me brush my teeth or get dressed.
“Don’t blame ya there.”
So how about I call you when I’m ready to go to breakfast?
“Okay. Uh…how long’ll it be?”
A half hour? Ish? I’m not sure exactly. It varies. And as for how long it’ll feel like to you, I have no idea. I think about this for a moment, then decide it’s too hard to figure out. Let’s just say it won’t be long.
“I don’t know. It could feel like a while.“ He seems just a tad more relaxed.
I smile a little. I think you can make it.
“I’ll do my best. See ya!”
See you, Fell!
And he disappears, leaving me to my morning routine.
((That self insert week story I offered. I just want to make sure the “starting it from Fell’s point of view” thing is working out okay. Warning for moderate language. Once.
–Mod IJT))
cherry.
fell.
buttercup.
shadow.
edgy mc-my chemical romance.
she’s called me, or some version of me, every single one of these. i don’t mind her nicknamin’ me or anythin’, but sometimes i wish she were more…affectionate about it.
she’s not like this with classic. he’s only got a few names. “classic” to set ‘im apart from us, “imaginary boyfriend sans” or “ib sans” to set ‘im apart from the real one, “sans” ‘cause that’s his name…
…and “sansy.” not much of a nickname. it’s just “sans” with a y. but the amount of love– the lowercase kind– she puts into it…makes it a lot more than that somehow. don’t know how to explain it, but i’m sure classic’ll know what i mean.
have you seen how damn happy that guy is to be called his own name with a y? ya know how many times he’s called himself “her sansy”? that name’s gotta be real special to make ‘im act the way he does.
fact, if i were sansy…i just might be that happy, too.
speakin’ of classic, looks like he’s gonna be here soon. the lights are goin’ down. she’s fallin’ asleep.
and here her boyfriend comes, right on time. he’s headin’ straight for the imagination, as usual.
but he seems way too happy.
“guys!” he shouts, boundin’ towards us and grinnin’ even wider than normal. “it’s tomorrow!”
the other sanses, me included, gather around him. swap practically knocks him over. “WHAT’S tomorrow, classic?” he asks. “is it her birthday?”
“she already had her birthday,” says gaster, leaning against a block of some kind. “learn to keep up.”
“then is she getting her own space?” outertale guesses.
“finally getting a novel published?”
“playing a game of croquet?”
“it’s not drugs, is it? ‘cause that is TOTALLY unfresh!”
“no,” classic answers, pullin’ away from swap. “she’s going home tomorrow!”
