Undertale & Deltarune Drabbles: Frisk & Chara & SpamTenna - Once We Convince One Of Them
Summary: Frisk and Chara encounter Tenna and Spamton in the Trash Zone.
[A/N] And thus I'm officially doing Deltarune drabbles too, yay! I wanted to try writing UT Spamtenna because I'm very intrigued by the AU's potential. I did it in drabble form because it's low stakes and makes it easier to put less pressure on myself to do it right, more wriggle room and whatnot. I've seen a few people have UT Spamton speak in letters as his text quirk. That's what I went with here. I don't know if it works as well in a fic instead of a comic so I might change it if I decide to write more for them (which I am very open to, especially if anyone were to request anything ;) ) or I might keep it and just let it be a little awkward. (And maybe one day I will be brave enough to try writing his Deltarune form with that weirdass text quirk of his.) I am also experimenting with Tenna going by he/it in the AU because I've been vibing quite a bit with writing characters who use multiple pronouns. It's fun and there should be more representation for that kind of thing.
At the bottom, I included the artwork I made for UT Spamtenna. In part to give a clear picture of how I'm picturing them, if you want it, but also it because of how much I liked how that pieced turned out that prompted me to also want to write them.
Also, mild content warning, I wanted to mostly explore the Pacifist Route encounter with them but also put some thought into the Murder Route and thus Frisk has a flashback about that in this. It's not particularly graphic but it is there.
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“The dump,” Frisk said out loud in a whisper as they stood up and brushed themself off. “Who all we gotta make up to here?” Not that they could ever really make up for killing so many people but they could pretend by being super-duper nice and befriending anyone who would let them do so. It’s not like anyone remembered that they’d been murdered anyway, not even Flowey seemed to. So it was almost like it was all a bad dream and none of it had ever happened
‘The TV thing, its weird looking small friend, and the dummy that was happy for some reason,’ Chara replied.
Frisk nodded before stepping off the flower bed and into the water. It was too murky to see through and quite cold as it found its way into her shoes – it’s not like their socks had had time to dry though so it was just a renewed discomfort. The fact that it was flowing, though slowly, hopefully meant it wasn’t too, too foul. Still it was probably best not to think about it.
They continued forward, making their way around heaps of garbage. Unlike last time, there was no urge to go out of their way to examine any of it. The Soul’s desire to have them look at everything hadn’t seemed odd at the time but in retrospect was quite strange. Why was something curious enough to desire an examination of each individual pile of garbage also so intent on mass murder? It was dead now so Frisk would never get to ask. Not that any answer it might’ve given would’ve likely made much sense anyway as the ‘mass murder’ part of that equation was inherently not something that could have a logical explanation.
Rounding the corner revealed large piles of trash to either side, creating a narrow tunnel for several feet. Attempts to make it look like the trash had piled like that naturally had been made but were unconvincing. Upon nearing the halfway point of the tunnel, the TV thing stepped out to block the way.
Even when leaning on the cane that was too short for it, it was tall. It’s broken TV face loomed over Frisk as they slowed to a stop in front of it. A crack ran through its smile, making it hard to read as anything other than menacing. All the rust and missing half its arm, didn’t help its general appeal.
“Greetings!” A loud showman’s voice underlain with slight static. “Welcome to the Trash Zone! A land of…” It (he maybe?) cut off as it went rigid. Something inside him clicked and whirred as he processed something. “Wait! Wait a minute! You’re a human!” The showmanship of whatever con it had been about to try was gone from its tone, leaving a raw emotion in its wake that Frisk couldn’t place.
This is where Frisk had attacked last time. They’d given its good leg a solid kick, knocking it into the water with a heavy splash. Before they could finish it off, its friend had jumped out to attack. It had been a valiant attempt to save the TV thing but he would’ve been better off staying hidden. After killing him, they’d bashed the TV’s head in with its own cane. They’d kept it as a weapon after.
There was no urge or compulsion, coming from themself or the long gone Soul, to repeat those actions but Frisk’s body still remembered what they had felt like. The way kicking the TV thing hard enough to knock him down had sent a painful jolt through their leg. The weight of the cane as they’d snatched it up out of the water. Smashing the little guy with it as he’d tried to dance away, perhaps an attempt to pull Frisk into a chase. The sound of shattering glass as they smashed the TV, three solid hits for good measure.
‘Want me to take control for a bit?’ Chara’s voice was a whisper in their mind, cutting through those awful sounds.
Yes, please. This wasn’t their first time getting stuck in a memory from before the big Reset. It probably wasn’t going to be the last either.
“Yep, I’m human,” Chara said with a smile. Not their evil one but the nice one.
The TV’s smile widened. “I haven’t seen a human in…” it wilted, “a long time. A long, long time. I don’t… remember how long. I should know that shouldn’t I? Why don’t I know that?” He trailed off, seemingly staring off into the distance. Suddenly he burst back into motion, smiling wide again. “But you’re here now! A real life human! Wow!”
“Yep, wow, indeed. May I go past?”
“Oh well,” he looked around as if just now realizing he was blocking the way. “I was supposed to… but you’re a human! I was created to entertain humans. Are you sure you don’t want to stay and…”
A fake cough interrupted it. The strange little guy with the pink and yellow glasses had crawled out of wherever he’d been hiding to stand atop one of the trash piles, allowing him to look down at Frisk and the TV. “Dear Tenna, I hate to interrupt but if this really is a human. A human with a human soul. This could be our big break. Our chance to make it, big, BIG. Don’t you wanna be BIG? Yours truly, Spamton.”
Tenna – cute name for a TV robot thing – froze again, its processing of those words audible as whirring inside its chest.“Oh! You mean we should kill them and take their soul. Either for ourselves or to break the Barrier and free all of monster kind.”
Spamton grimaced down at him in silence for a few seconds before replying. “Dearest Tenna, don’t say it where they can hear! I suppose its too late now. Whatever, we’re gonna kill them anyway. Signing off, Spamton.”
Tenna hesitated for a moment before looking back down at Frisk and Chara. “Sorry human. Now’s not the time for fun and games. We need your soul.”
‘Don’t worry,’ Chara said internally as they stepped back into a battle stance. ‘Once we convince one of them to be friendly with us, I’m sure the other will follow. My bet’s on the TV being easier to befriend.’
Fic that im too lazy to write so i’ll sum it up with bullet points
Takes place in a large, crime ridden city, the violence capital of the world, known for its gangs and high crime rate
A detective (i personally have no idea who) moves to this city to investigate a strange string of occurrence’s that has the city police department scratching their heads
Well known criminals and excons from all over the city have been turning up in hospital beds, or found dead in alley ways
paramedics have no idea whats causing so many crimelords to show up at hospital doorsteps, from what they can tell there are no physical ailments that could lead them there, no bruises, no fresh scars, no open wounds.
After a monster medic is called in to find a possible cause of these criminals sickness, they find that each of them half incredibly low LV stats, some even sapped to zero.
such a thing is impossible, seeing as half of these victims had a body count of at least three
The detective sets out, with a monster partner that he reluctantly agrees to work with to help him solve this case, to figure out what is draining the cities Violence levels
Want to have a little fun with me this October? I’ve created a list of prompts that I’ll be writing on for the month. Each one will center around either the fall season, Halloween, or both! They can be scary, sweet, fluffy, angsty, whatever you want!
Feel free to use as many prompts as you want. You can use just some of them or do the whole challenge with me. Please be sure to link me if you use them, because I’d love to read what you all come up with!
UT/UF Bros and SF/US Papyrus reacting to a crush who is really quiet and doesn't talk much but when you get them started on one of their favourite topics they get too excited they won't shut up? Bonus points if the crush starts to stutter cause of how they excited they get but doesn't even notice
Heya!! Thank you for requesting!! Honestly im so weak for crush!asks and i love this so thank you for bringing this to me :’)
Also my limit is 4 characters per ask, so im only gonna do the UT and UF brs, but if youd like pt. 2 with the other bros make sure to pop by and give me a sign!! :)
I did a little twist for the UF boys, hope you dont mind.
-Undertale-
Sans
Honestly he thinks its so cute??
Like he throws some puns at you about it but hed probably try and find more topics youre passionate about, so that he could get to know more about you + see you so passionate.
I mean like, he’d never allow himself to fall more in love with you, but just seeing you like this makes him so happy.
it kinda even reminds him of his brother in a weird awkward way, since Papyrus is always going off about stuff that he likes.
He think is cool how you just click open about certain topics, and he kinda wishes he had something that he was so passionate about too, though thats probably not gonna happen.
He’s a big ol’ pessimist, sorry about that.
Papyrus
Hed probably just join you in your ranting.
He loves that you opened up so much and he wonders if its because youre finally warming up to him.
Honestly it just makes his day tbh.
If its an activity that youre passionate about, he’ll deffinetly suggest that you go out and do it and if its something hes not familiar with, he asks you to teach him.
When you go back to being shy and quiet, it kinda bums him out a little bit since he assumes its because you dont really like him (??????????????)
He tends to overthink too much since youre so timid, but hes determined to become your friend and thats exactly what he plans on doing.
Probably brings the topic up a lot just to make you open up.
-Underfell-
Red (Sans)
Your timid nature was something new and refreshing for this ol bag a bones, since where he’s from its all straight to the point and all that, its why he even started liking you in the first place.
He loves teasing you for his own amusement (and to gain your attention since the poor soul doesn’t know how else to do that) but when he stumbles upon one of your nerves and you start going off on him, hes honestly shocked into silence.
That is, he actually thinks its super hot and hes lowkey starting to sweat.
It makes him like you even more than he already had, which, in his opinion, is a bad thing.
Youre a nice, shy, timid girl who doesnt deserve a bloke like him hanging off her shoulders all the time.
But at the same time, the fact that you have some fire in you has given him hope.
Maybe youre not so timid and weak as he thought, maybe you could handle him after all?
Edge (Papyrus)
You two were just going about your business when a rude monster bumped into you.
Edge, sighing and already preparing to dust the monster on the spot is stopped by your sharp words towards the brightly red colored being.
Apparently you had been on your last nerve and you werent taking any more crap from anyone, especially since you overheard this same monster trash talking one of your favorite thing in the whole world.
Now, Edge didnt really like you all that much before, because in his eyes you were just another weak little pathetic human who just waited to be killed.
But when you completely destroyed the soul who bumped into you, honestly he was just shocked into silence.
Perhaps he had underestimated you?
And if so, then what was this nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach???
It felt like something was tugging at his soul whenever he looked at you, and it was pissing him off.
So, I did all of the prompts requested in @elainapoststhings‘s ask and realized that its /very/ long, so I made a post! Yay!
Keep reading under the cut to read the prompts and my comments on them :D
((I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG; MY MOVE FUCKED ALL MY SHIT UP T^T))
2. “I trusted you!” Sans/Asgore
“i trusted you!” He spat, before his voice dropped and his glowing eyes followed, “i...i thought you trusted me...”
Sans couldn’t look away from the broken body of the child he had been tasked with protecting; the voice through the door had been sincere and had made him want to try...but not for this. Not to this end.
“Sans,” Asgore’s deep rumble was missing in that moment, replaced by the voice of someone who was suddenly unsure and afraid, “Sans, I am only trying to help the Underground-”
“you lied to me!” Sans bit before the king could make his excuses; Sans already knew that the moment he heard them, he’d let Asgore get off scott-free. He cared about the big pushover too much to react any other way, but this... “you told me that i could trust that you’d hear the kid out; that you’d stop all this from happening again!”
Asgore’s eyes trailed down to his trident, blood hanging off the tips of the metal; his head turned toward the child laying in the bed of flowers, but his eyes refused to move from the weapon. In his peripherals, he could still see the child, but without his focus, he could almost mistaken the child to be sleeping, rather than...
“Sans, I can’t ignore my duty to my people,” Asgore tried to sound sure, and he suceeded well enough to have the strength to look Sans in the eye, “Our...M-My people must be able to rely on their king!”
“well, you go on into that wide world, i’m not interested,” Sans turned away, his chest burning, his soul pulling back toward his king, his friend, his lover, but the small skeleton wouldn’t budge. Sans knew the reset was coming--it always came--but wondered just what he’d have to own up to in order to make this right.
Would he wake up in his bed? A complete restart where he and Asgore were still on speaking terms only? Would he suddenly wake up in the Judgement Hall, waiting for the kid to walk down to their judgment? As a judge, it was his duty to report to the king when a visitor tried to gain an audience, and he’d done his job by making Asgore promise not to hurt the kid, on the hope that Sans could keep what he had fostered with Asgore.
What they had was so fragile, so many things wanted and tried to break it: the memory of Asgore’s wife, the king’s duty to his throne, both of their anxieties at trying to find love when everything was so uncertain...
All broken, and by his lover’s own hands.
c’mon, frisk, reset already; I can’t take this pain, The thoughts didn’t help; no matter where the reset took him, he’d always have this in his rib cage. Asgore broke his promise and Sans’s trust.
And it hurt, so badly.
((I freakin love the angst from the idea of Asgore fucking up to the point that a RESET would cause him to forget his relationship with Sans; especially if they had a hard courtship and Sans realizing that not only would a RESET mean he’d have to start over but that there’s a high possibility that they won’t end up together. AHHH THE ANGST))
7. “I almost lost you” Sans/Asgore
Sans stood over Asgore, his back facing the king. Asgore tried to stand, but a weakness had overtaken his limbs.
“Sans,” The ruler rumbled.
“stay down,” The eerie calm that had taken San’s voice nearly sent chills down Asgore’s spine, but his eyes were drawn to the small yellow flower that was bouncing gently to some unheard beat across the room, “i almost lost you, and that’s not gunna happen.”
“Don’t you know not to interfere?” Flowey’s voice was sickly sweet, but both Sans and Asgore could hear the dangerous undertone to it, “Don’t be an idiot; stay out of this.”
“Sans, that flower is much more-”
“i know,” Sans said quietly, “but if that thing wants to get to you, it’ll have to go through me.”
Before Asgore could protest, a blue light took over the left side of Sans; the light seemed to almost dim the light around the three of them, making itself seem all the brighter.
“its a beautiful day outside,” Sans’s voice was low still, but the tone in it made even the flower stop its eternal dance, “Bird’s are singin’, flower’s are bloomin’....”
Flowey growled, his teeth clenched, “Save the spiel for someone who cares!”
“have it your way, pal.”
Even Asgore wasn’t fooled by the sweet tone in Sans’s voice.
((It was way too easy to think of a protective Asgore; i mean, he’s a super big and powerful boss monster, no brainer. But Sans protecting Asgore? A little more interesting, especially when paired with my headcanon that nobody really knows just how powerful Sans really is.))
21. “You don’t have any right to say that” Undyne/Papyrus
“Y...YOU DON’T HAVE A RIGHT TO SAY THAT!” Papyrus gripped the bone in his hand, willing it to stay even though the look Undyne was leveling with him nearly made him dissipate his magic on principle.
“I’m Captain of the Royal Guard,” Undyne crossed her arms and turned her head so she didn’t haven’t look at him, “I’m the only one who’s able to say it.”
“But-” Papyrus had to swallow and try again, “BUT I’VE WORKED SO HARD TO JOIN THE ROYAL GUARD! I CAN’T GIVE UP OR QUIT, I’M THE GREAT PAPYRUS! I...I ALWAYS...”
He couldn’t even find the words he usually hid behind so easily.
“I’m not messing around, Papyrus!” Undyne growled, but she still couldn’t meet his eyes, “You’re too...Rah! Why do you have to make this difficult!”
Except, Undyne knew the only reason this was so hard to say was because it was Papyrus and hurting Papyrus was like twisting a knife in her own gut. They’d been friends for decades, and slowly, painfully slowly, Undyne began to realize just how much she cared for the tall skeleton.
And she couldn’t face the idea of Papyrus being hurt by a human while serving as a Royal Guard. But the look on his face...Just her suggesting he find another dream and she was ready to just hand him his armor now.
“JUST GIVE ME THE CHANCE TO PROVE MYSELF, UNDYNE!” Papyrus wasn’t in tears, but by the way his voice broke, he might have been close, “I’LL SHOW YOU, I’M THE PERFECT CANDIDATE!”
She couldn’t go through with it.
“F-fine, punk! You wanna prove you’ve got what it takes!?”
“YES, UNDYNE!”
“Then you and I are going to do some super secret training!” Undyne punched the palm of her hand, a smirk appearing on her face, “Meet me at my house tomorrow at dinner time! We’re going to see just how high you can crank the heat!”
Papyrus looked so relieved, Undyne nearly flinched; there was no way she could go through with denying him from the Royal Guards now...but maybe she could direct him in a safer direction...
“I WON’T LET YOU DOWN, CAPTAIN UNDYNE! JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE: THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL LEAVE YOU IN AWE OF MY AMAZING TALENTS!”
And with that, he turned and bound off, no doubt toward Snowdin and back to his brother.
“...I don’t doubt that, Paps,” Undyne muttered to herself, her heart fluttering for a moment.
((Dude, Papyne/Undyrus was my first OTP in the Undertale fandom (it sort of died because of there being no content for them and because certain parts of the fandom are jerks who like to use the term ‘erasure’...*coughcough*) so writing this was almost nostalgic and made me happy. Just my headcanon as to why Undyne ended up teaching Paps to cook--she just can’t say ‘no’ to his goofy skele-face :3))
34. “Maybe you weren’t worth the effort” Grillby/Gaster
“You are shutting down on me,” His voice came out calmly, “...Again.”
Grillby didn’t acknowledge the words while he continued to collect dishes from the remaining tables in his bar, dumping them and their remains into the bin a little harder than he normally would.
“Whether or not you agree, I would appreciate an acknowledgement that you heard me, at the very least,” Gaster sighed, crossing his thin arms and leaning against a bar stool while he watched the fire monster continue to clean, “Or even something in the way of proving I exist to you, though your ignoring me is quite an achievement, I applaud you; normally you would be flaring and growling at me by now.”
He knew he was antagonizing Grillby, but he could take anger. Gaster could take sadness, pain, accusations, yelling, cursing, anything; anything, except being ignored. At least with the rest, he could adapt or at least try to understand why Grillby was so upset. When his fire elemental shut down like this...he couldn’t even begin to guess.
Grillby resolutely kept his mouth shut.
Gaster felt his arms nearly fall out of their position across his chest and instead folded his hands in front of his thighs, “Grillby, talk to me. You always make things so difficult when you refuse to speak and you always make me pry it out of you like I’m pulling thistles or splinters.”
A sigh, warm from his breath and flaring from his anger, was released from Grillby’s mouth and he straightened up to look at Gaster expectantly, his hands coming to rest on his hips.
Gaster suddenly felt on the spot and glanced away. He tried to gather his thoughts but his mouth was already moving, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“...It’s closing time,” Grillby said, motioning to the door before he turned to grab his bin; he started for the back, toward the kitchen.
“I-what?” Gaster’s mouth fell in shock; Grillby just dismissed him, like a child a parent was finally fed up with dealing with, “I have worked day in and day out to keep our relationship floating, despite you shutting down at every hard situation and every bad argument! I did all of that for you and you just want me gone?”
Grillby stopped when he leveled with the bar, but he didn’t say anything. His own thoughts were a whirlwind of irritation, pain and anger, but he didn’t think he could ever find all the words he needed in order to express himself. He wasn’t like Gaster--he didn’t have an expanded vocabulary or the brains to articulate, so why should he bother?
Gaster felt tears sting his eyes, but he refused to let them fall--not while he was still in the same room with Grillby.
“Fine,” he spat, pushing off the bar stool hard enough to knock it over, “Fine!”
He stormed toward the door, hating himself because he couldn’t stop the first tear from escaping him, nor the second.
Gaster couldn’t--didn’t want to--stop himself from turning back once he reached the door and spitting out, “Maybe you weren’t worth the effort.”
And he slammed the door.
((Grillster/Gasby is my guilty pleasure; i love both of these monster and i just love them both together~ This is sort of going off of an idea that Grillby is the strong silent type--and the thing about silent types is that I could see them shutting down when faced with a fight with their much more eloquent partner))
48. “You think I need you? Because I don’t” Papyrus/Mettaton
Papyrus tried to catch his breath, but every time he thought he found it, Mettaton would throw another slur, or bite him with more sarcastic comments that hit his soul with all the force of a magical attack, but without the resulting damage to his HP.
“M-METTATON, DON’T DO THIS!” Papyrus pleaded, watching the robot continue to pack his things, “I DON’T TRUST THAT HUMAN; HE KEEPS TREATING YOU LIKE YOU’RE NOT A PERSON-”
“At least he cares about my dreams!” Mettaton glared--not an easy feat when you’re a square box with a grid of lights for a face, but he managed it, “Mr. Schuller says he can make me a star here on the surface!”
Papyrus put his hands up defensively, though he knew it wouldn’t protect him from the robot’s words.
“TONNIE, I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE HOW AMAZING YOU ARE, JUST AS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SEE YOU,” Papyrus looked away, “CAN’T YOU JUST FIND ANOTHER AGENT?”
“Oh ho! Trying to make out to seem foolish?” Mettaton gave a flourish as he spun back to his suitcase, “Well, it won’t work, because I looked up Mr. Schuller and he’s the best! Only the best for a star such as myself~!”
Papyrus rubbed the back of his neck; no matter how much he wanted to be supportive of his wonderful robotfriend, he couldn’t leave the thought alone that Schuller was...not what he appeared to be.
“I’M JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU; DO NOT FORGET THAT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM YOU BIGGEST FAN AND THE BEST FAN THERE COULD BE! OF COURSE I WANT YOU TO SUCCEED!”
Mettaton turned, crossing one arm cross his chest and raising the other hand to touch his face-plate in an almost studying manner.
“Darling,” Mettaton almost purred, “You think I need you? Because I don’t. I’m going to have millions of humans to root for me now!”
Papyrus froze, pain blooming in his chest so suddenly that he had to glance down to make sure he hadn’t been attacked--magically or otherwise. Mettaton didn’t bat a light before he turned around to continue packing, but Papyrus was having a hard time breathing again. This time, it was worse. Breathing actually made it hurt worse.
“I...I UNDERSTAND, METTATON, I...” Papyrus tried to clear his throat--not that he had one to clear--before trying to speak again, “I WAS JUST WORRIED ABOUT MY VERY SPECIAL FRIEND, BECAUSE THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS THE BEST AT WORRYING OVER FRIENDS....YES...THAT’S IT.”
His legs felt weak and he wanted to collapse onto the chair near him, but Mettaton turned to him again, now with a packed suitcase in hand.
“Well, darling, don’t you worry your pretty skull,” Mettaton huffed, “I’m not yours to worry about anymore, am I? Toodles!”
And with that, the robot left the room, without looking back.
Papyrus finally collapsed into the chair, and didn’t move again until Sans forced him to eat a day later.
((I hate the trope of Mettaton just being the easy out for who’s ‘wrong’ in a relationship, and if I had about 2000-3000 more words, I could probably kill the trope with a good old character examination about how badly Mettaton wants to be a famous actor/singer/famous person and probably pair this scene with something redeeming (Maybe Mettaton realizing Papyrus is right about Schuller and finding a new agent? idk...hmm....oh well, enjoy the open-ended angst!))
52. “Who did this to you?” Alphys/Undyne
Nothing suggested today was anything other than normal when Alphys first heard the door, indicating that Undyne had arrived home. It wasn’t until the small dinosaur heard her girlfriend collapse onto the couch in a very un-Undyne style that Alphys started to notice that despite Undyne being home, she had yet to hear the fish monster exclaim her return in the usual style: bounding into whatever room Alphys was in and exclaiming her happiness at seeing Alphys while picking her up and spinning her once or twice.
In fact, Undyne hadn’t made any noise at all.
A small form of panic started in Alphys’s chest as she moved from her place in the kitchen toward the living room, forcing herself not to run, not to call out in a panicking shriek.
What she saw wasn’t as bad as what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t good either.
Undyne sat on the couch, lounging back into the cushions and pillows as she nursed a black eye and bleeding cut on her cheek bone. Alphys knew something more was wrong, because Undyne hadn’t even heard Alphys walk in.
“O-Oh my g-gosh! U-Undyne, who d-did this to y-you??”
As soon as Undyne heard Alphys’s voice, she sat up straight and immediately started with her boisterous answer, “Ha! It was just some anti-monster punks in the building--they walked away worse, yeah!”
Alphys knew it wasn’t true; monsters weren’t allowed to use their magic in the city limits until Asgore and Toriel were done helping integrate monsters into human society and making it fair for everyone. It had taken so long to get it where it was, but there were so many humans who were afriad, and mean, and just plain evil.
Her clawed hand came up to inspect the wound and black eye, gently turning Undyne’s face so she could get a better look. The bruise was light, but the cut was still bleeding a little. Alphys gathered a little magic into her hands and gently began to heal both, though her focus began to get blurry as she worked.
“Aw, Alph,” Undyne frowned, “Don’t cry...”
“I c-can’t help it,” Alphys grit her teeth, “I’m...I’m j-just so m-mad!”
Undyne blinked before a small blush appeared on her face, “Aw, geez...didn’t think you’d get all burned up over a little thing like this...”
“You’re not a little thing,” Alphys huffed, “You’re my girlfriend.”
Despite the day, and the world, and all the shit that Undyne had to endure since coming to the Surface, Undyne realized that to hear that from Alphys’s mouth, she’d do it all over again, in a heartbeat.
((Like Sansgore, it was too easy to imagine Undyne being the protective party saying ‘who did this to you’ and avenging her perfect dino-girlfriend with glowing spears (though the idea is epic in and of itself haha), but i love exploring Alphys and her personality. I could see the small monster being protective, even if she doesn’t feel like she could actually do anything.))
65. “Because I love you god damn it!” My Choice: Reader/Grillby
His hands shook as the green magic surrounded his hands. Your skin was mottled with a few bruises near your eye, but thankfully, you had been spared a real black eye. You hadn’t been spared from the busted lip, or the bloody nose, however.
“Tell me who did this,” Grillby demanded again--for what felt like the hundredth time--but you shook your head.
“No; it was a few humans and you aren’t allowed to retaliate,” You said the same words again, but this time you added, “I don’t want you to get in trouble over something small like this.”
“How can you call this small?” He growled. Grillby never yelled, but the way his flames sparked and grew told you how angry he really was, “If it weren’t for my healing magic, you’d have these bruises for weeks.”
“I appreciate the worry,” You reached up to gently touch his wrist, but he jerked his arm away, “Don’t do that.”
He didn’t answer you, or respond to your reprimand; he simply continued to heal you until all that was left was dried blood that still clung to your skin. You tried to wipe it away, but it flaked and left small dust-like red chips all over your shirt.
You stood to head into the bathroom, where you could properly clean up, but his voice stopped you.
“You have to stop coming over,” He said, “Spending time with me after work isn’t worth this.”
He waved a hand in your direction, but you knew he meant the injuries.
“Isn’t that my decision?” You felt your hands ball into fists at your sides, “A few anti-monster assholes aren’t going to keep me from hanging out with you! I can’t come before the bar opens because you’re up so late, and you only close up the bar one day a year, so what--I’m only allowed to see you the day after New Year’s?”
“Don’t make this hard,” He crossed his arms, and even from across the room towered over you, “This is your health and safety we’re talking about--how could I compare a few hours with you for that?”
Tears stung your eyes--so he still had no idea? Figures, you’d have to spell it out for him. Before you could, Grillby was speaking again.
“You can’t come back,” His voice was firm, “If you won’t listen, I’ll just ban you from my bar--it wouldn’t be hard, with my magic.”
A small panic shot through you--being banned from Grillby’s bar meant that you couldn’t even get in the door; his magic was linked almost directly with the building, and it was something that only Grillby could do, as far as you could tell--you couldn’t let him do that. Living the rest of your life, not able to even see Grillby, on top of him refusing to see you after hours?
The promise of that kind of pain made you glare at the fire monster, “Don’t you dare! I thought we were friends, Grillby!?”
“And as your friend, I’m worried about you!” He snapped, “You showed up 15 minutes after you leave for the night with blood dripping down your face and you act like its nothing!”
“It is nothing,” You couldn’t stop your voice from raising, “You healed it up in 5 minutes flat and after I wash away this blood, it’ll be like it never happened!”
“But it did!” Grillby flared up, his own voice growing, “It happened and I wasn’t there to protect you! Why can’t you just listen for once and keep my mind at ease?!”
“Because I love you, god dammit!” You spat, stomping your foot like a toddler and tears forcing their way to your eyes, “I can’t stand the idea of living for a single day where I can’t see you, talk to you, be with you!”
A hiccup escaped your throat, interrupting your voice, but Grillby didn’t raise his voice again; he couldn’t even find his voice after what you said. Love? You risked life and safety for him because you-
A sob shook your shoulders and interrupted his thoughts, “Dammit, I-”
You turned away; instead of heading for the bathroom, though, you were heading for the front door.
Grillby reached out, though he was no where close enough to touch you, “Wait-”
“No!” You spat, “You don’t want me around, fine! Just...FINE!”
The door slammed behind you, but not before Grillby heard another sob leave your throat.
((I’m so thirsty for Gaster/Reader and Grillby/Reader, but ooooh boy, am I thirsty for this sort of tension in a Grillby/Reader fic haha. Grillby is usually portrayed as level-headed and all that, but he’s a fire monster. Give me passion and hot-headed and burning love anyday *dreamy sigh*))
((I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS ELAINA I’M SO SORRY ITS LATE T^T))
Undertale & Deltarune Drabbles: Sans & Frisk & the Soul - That's a Joke, Right?
Summary: The Soul tells Sans why it's doing a Murder Run.
[A/N] I did the Murder Run in Undertale recently because of how much fun I had with the secret bosses in Deltarune, I wanted more. And I also think the jokes about killing Sans because of the scene at the end of Chapter 4 are funny, especially the sped up gif of 'Kris' engaging him in a fight right there in the living room and killing him before going upstairs. So I decided to combine those two ideas into this drabble.
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The human walked down the hall. A little bit of the dust that clung to their clothes falling off with each step, leaving a morbid trail of it across the gold tiled floor. Sans couldn’t afford not to do anything anymore. How many times had he had that thought by now though? It would be nice to know this was the first but… that was unlikely.
He teleported in front of the human. They didn’t flinch or react in anyway; they’d known he was coming. That meant his plan was working though at least, he just had to hope he could keep killing them long enough for them to give up.
“Let’s just…” he began before they raised a hand and cut in.
“Before you kill us again, the Soul wants me to tell you that the reason it’s doing all this is because…” they paused for a moment, their gaze looking up and to the right as if listening to something. Whatever they heard though, they seemed not like as they frowned. “Are you fucking serious? That’s a joke, right?”
Sans looked up in that direction too. There was nothing there. Not that he could see anyway. The human was talking to someone though, someone who had apparently ‘did all this’ because it wanted something. If it was something he could give… “What does it want?”
The human looked back down at him, still scowling but seemingly not at him. “It wants to kill you because you fucked it’s mom.”
“What?”
“Yeah, what indeed. It’s dumb!”
“Dumb is… one way to describe it.” ‘Fucked up’, ‘horrific’ ‘evil’ ‘petty to the point of absurdity’ were other ways it could be described.
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before getting busy with a weird time entity’s mother.”
“I don’t know what it’s talking about.” Sans would surely remember if he’d fucked with ‘weird time entities’ or their mothers.
“Okay it wasn’t you specifically.” The human’s voice was different now, the inflections and tone entirely new. Presumably this was ‘the Soul’ speaking directly through them. “It was just a version of you.”
“Why didn’t you just kill him then?” If that other version of him were present, Sans would’ve been tempted to do it himself for all the trouble that idiot had caused.
“That wasn’t an option presented to me. Also I should clarify, she wasn’t my actual mother but my vessel’s mother. Or not my vessel but the vessel I was given before I went back for this one. Also you brushed off Susie which was very rude of you especially after the kind of day she’d just had. And, and I was bored and wanted another difficult fight. I just wanted you to know that because last time I made it far enough to for you to mention something about trying to give me what I wanted so I wouldn’t do this. But this is what I wanted. I’m here to kill you specifically.”
“Wow, I feel so honored.” He hadn’t thought it possible for him to hate a being any more than he had before this conversation, now he knew better.
Its grin faded from the human’s face, replaced by the scowl once more. “For what it’s worth I think I’m now officially cheering you on. Please keep killing it until it gives up and fucks off.”
“That’s the goal. Let’s get back to it, huh?” If nothing else after he killed them again he wouldn’t remember the specifics of this conversation.
