#undertale fic

[aylish91]

Thank you so much @mothiepixie for always doing such amazing work and letting me commission you! You never fail to deliver such good works!

Red from, Sea of Hope, is absolutely perfect! Thank you!

[savi-our]

"Poor, Miserable, Wretched Things... Will they ever know Peace?..."

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, W. D. Gaster/Reader Words: 65,013

AU’s - Undertale, Underfell, Underswap, Swapfell, Fellswap, Horrortale and perhaps more ;)

Relationships - Various x Reader, Reverse Harem Trope

☕Ayoooo! Chapter 10 is here! And its and important one! God I've been waiting to post this part of the story since I first started writing it and man... I'm so excited!!! I hope to god you guys like where im tying to go with this but I- Ahhhhhh I just love the fact that I was able to put it down on paper. Anyway heres art to celebrate, its based on the chapter - AND, and alternative version under the cut lol ☕

Alternatively....

Hes sowwy uwu, pwease fogive himb?~...

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Dear father... It was me. | "Let Papyrus say Fuck" day 2026

Hello, hello!

Today is June 16th, it's "Let Papyrus say Fuck" day! I wrote a little something for the event this year. I wanted to write something a little more serious this year, and so I decided to let Papyrus writes a letter to his dead father :D

He has a lot of things to say to him. This story mentions past child abuse.

The story is available to read under the cover or directly on AO3 if you prefer to read there (CLICK HERE!)

Dear father,

I don’t know why I’m writing this letter. Maybe because I went with Undyne to see her mother at the cemetery this morning. I heard her talk to that tombstone, and that inspired me. She looked so sad, as every child losing a parent should, right?

That made me think of you. I realized that I felt nothing for you. And that questioned me.

The good thing is that you will never read these words. Because you’re dead. And I must say that’s convenient enough, as what I will write will surely be displeasing.

You died twenty years ago, the same day I’m writing this. It has been twenty years since you abandoned us, Sans and I. Well, mainly Sans, I’m not going to lie.

Sans still talks about you, you know? Well, he tells me pretty stories about you, and I pretend I believe him. He thinks I forgot, and it’s maybe for the best. I’m sure he thinks that, by telling me all those stories where you are a hero, I will patch the empty void in my soul that haunted me my entire childhood. I can’t blame him for trying.

Do you want me to tell you what I remember from those years? I remember your disdainful stares whenever I ask you something. I remember each barb, each criticism you threw at me to remind me you never wanted a second child. To remind me I was a waste of place, money and time. Too stupid. Too naive. Too loud. Too exuberant.

Always in your way, unwanted.

Maybe you’re right. I was naive. I tried so hard to have your attention. I recognize I was not the best artist, but each drawing, each poem I gave you was genuine. All I wanted was to hear that “I love you” you kept telling Sans. Everything was so simple between you and Sans. Why wasn’t it the same with me?

And then, one day I was bored, I dug into your stuff. You always forbid me to enter your room, and I never listened. There was that pile of papers on your bed. I read all of them. I found out all of your secrets.

I found all these notes you wrote about Sans, treating him like he was nothing more than that poor lab rat running in circles in the small cage in your room (and yes, I freed that one too!). I read what you wanted to do to him. How you prepared to take his soul to experiment on determination. How you intended to betray his trust in the worst possible way.

You stole my childhood. I couldn’t let you take my brother away.

I’m the one who tampered with your machine. I was upset and angry. I wanted that horrible piece of metal to disappear. Yes. I inverted the wires. I cut some others. I touched all the buttons.

And when you switched it on again, everything exploded.

Sans cried you for days. Me? I felt nothing. Not even the shadow of remorse. I just felt empty inside.

Empty and relieved.

Do you want to know what happened to all your papers? To all those searches that you called “the work of a lifetime”?

I took everything one morning, going to school like every other morning. I lied to Sans; I never went inside the building. I walked all the way to Hotlands. I threw everything in the lava. All of your papers. All your secrets. All those horrors you wrote about my big brother who admired you unconditionally.

I watched them burn to ashes.

Sans never understood why everything disappeared in your room. For a long time, he looked for answers. He even tried to build that horrible machine again in the basement. You know? The machine that was supposed to kill him. The machine you were about to use to murder him.

Eventually, he gave up and forgot about you. Like all the others. This is all you deserve: eternal forgetfulness.

I never found the strength to tell him what you intended to do to him. It would have broken him. Despite everything, Sans had faith in you, and it didn’t seem right to take this away from him. Because, unlike you, Sans loved you. For real. It wasn’t an act or a game.

As for me, I hope you rot in hell. I hope all these pieces of you, lost in time and space, are watching what I’m writing today. I hope you regret and that you are ashamed of yourself the same way I am ashamed of you.

You are not a good person.

Oh, and for your information, I didn’t waste my life as you told me countless times as a child. I made friends, on whom I can count and who love me without me having to beg. I became an ambassador too, and people like you, trying to break me, I see every day.

They don’t scare me anymore, just like I’m not scared anymore of your ghost.

I ended up accepting the idea that I don’t have a father. I never had.

I wanted you to know it, no matter where you are today.

No one regrets you, and certainly not me.

Fuck you.

Papyrus.

[quinme-yuppie]

Doodle of the lovely meeting with Sans. I felt like doodling Pal with the fluffy hairstyle, thanks to @missh3h3’s comment ^^

I honestly thought about sketching something more positive, but then, well, I have no proper explanation how it came to me drawing this scene instead….

For the fic

[aoi-kanna]

Art Commission for JessuFay,

Thanks for your support! (^人^)

link to the story!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Water you doing? by JessuFay

Battle Scars by JessuFay

Mind to check the tags ヾ(≧へ≦)〃

Gem/Reader belongs to Jessufay

Dream by Jokublog

Leviathantale Au by Sku

[keydooo]

Finished the first 10 chapters of FTFO and... uhm... I'm sorry but... I love it?!?! like... so much?!?! masterpiece?!?! gold?!?! I could talk about it for hours and in the end be all like... I'm speechless.

Like the way Ink's observant nature can be seen through all the details mentioned in the book, since he didn't have anything to observe before and now? He takes note of everything like the slightest change of expression in his teammates and the smallest details in his outfit and everything I just love it.

Here are some screenshots that i really liked (tbh at each paragraph i was like omg i should save this for later all of it is peak but anyways)

I loveeeee the way Error is described like the terror it delivers it really sends a chill down my spine and the way the turn of events has effected him it's just amazinggg

And like I said before one of my main interests in the book is how things between Killer and Ink's gonna be... up until now it's been swinging a lot from "You're just free EXP" to "Well I guess you're pretty tough" or "I'm gonna hug you but you should be scared of that" and "Thanks for saving Horror" like dudeeeee cmonnnn just be friends damitttttt

I'm normal about this fic

For The Forgotten Ones belongs to Im_Sorry_Buddy

[somniseeker]

“ding!” [ undertale x reader ]

series masterlist : [here] | chapter one

summary: you can’t sleep, and at 3:49 AM, a notification pulls you into a mysterious group chat called UnderChat. the members—quirky and chaotic sans au’s like ink, fresh, and error—welcome you as their newest recruit, insisting you’re from an alternate universe. confused but curious, you hesitate to believe them, wondering if you’ve stumbled into the strangest roleplay or something more.

3:49 AM

That was the time, obviously. You were not catching a wink of sleep tonight, even though those eyes of yours were pratically burning at this point. Blinking at the bright light which popped up when you clicked a notifaction. "DING!" echoed the phone on full volume: You were just about to scroll through tumblr aud—

Oh.

Oh. . 

You've been added to a groupchat.

Immediately sitting up you rubbed your eyes, curiousity gleaming in them.

UnderChat 

You don't remember downloading that app. . Perhaps you accidentally clicked on one of those explicit advertisements on accident while reading on pirated websites, that seems like a plausible explanation. Still doesn't explain why you're recieving notifactions saying your in a groupchat. A groan escaped your lips as you clicked the notifaction, although accepting the fact this was some sort of call-out cancel groupchat, an accidental add, or it's fake and it's a virus. Probably the latter.

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[ SLEEPRLUVR has joined the group ]

FunkN'Fresh: wellllp ill be diddly darn darned we gots a new funky fresh membah?

GlitchBitch: Stop typing like that.

FunkN'Fresh: noo can do funny magic maannnnnnnnn

[ GLITCHBITCH has muted the groupchat ]

FunkN'Fresh: you maaaaaaad.

Ink: Oh! New member yay, Okay so I can explain this as your probably confused sans!

Ink: Eheh, "how do you know my name" you might ask! wellllp, yknooow the multiverse and all that stuffs? We made a groupchat!

SLEEPRLUVR: what? 

Ink: Okay so a basic run down of how the app works, the three icon's at the side shows you every AU that has joined so far and what their username is - You need to create a profile with yours!

SLEEPRLUVR: what

Ink: Oh— You must still be confused, I'll just do it for you! What AU are you from?

SLEEPRLUVR: what.

Ink: ...

Fell2cool4school: prolly from "what"!tale lmfao

SLEEPRLUVR: no, just wasn't expecting roleplayers in my schedule today. i can do this - what aus are open?

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The chat suddenly went dead silent, leaving you staring groggily at your phone, squinting at the screen. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Does it really take this long to grab a character masterdoc? It's been a while since you last roleplayed, but this felt off. When the next message finally popped up, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

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Ink: Oh, uh... this isn't exactly roleplay, but I get why you'd think that! Anyway, we’ve got a lot of AUs here, so take your pick! Let’s see… there’s Underswap, Underfell, Dancetale, and even some wacky ones like Dusttale and Underlust, but let’s not go there unless you’re into, well, *that* kind of stuff. 

SLEEPRLUVR: ...i’m just going to ignore that last part.

Fell2cool4school: aww c’mon, why skip out on the fun? 😈

SLEEPRLUVR: This is ridiculous. Okay, so let's say I believe this whole “multiverse” thing. Why am I here?

Ink: Well, every AU needs a representative! Think of it like... a council! Each universe gets one member to join the chat, share ideas, keep peace, y’know? And... well, you’re the lucky one picked from your AU!

SLEEPRLUVR: but i don’t even know what AU i’m from. how am i supposed to “represent” it?

FunkN’Fresh: uhhh doesn’t seem too funkay to me, guess they jus got dropped here like a beeboppin’ newbie!

GlitchBitch: Figures. Another clueless one. Just what we needed.

Ink: Don’t mind them! We’ll figure out your AU together! It’s kinda exciting, right?

SLEEPRLUVR: mmm, more like nerve-wracking. can i leave?

Ink: Nope! Once you’re in, you’re in. But don’t worry, we’re all friends here! ...Sort of.

Fell2cool4school: speak for yourself, inkhead. i ain't here to make friends. only enemies. and sometimes frenemies. but mostly enemies.

SLEEPRLUVR: yyyeah, i’m definitely going to regret this. okay, so if I’m stuck here… how do I create this profile thing?

Ink: Just tell me a bit about yourself, and I’ll set it up for you! Favorite color? Likes? Dislikes? Any cool abilities? C’mon, spill!

SLEEPRLUVR: umm… favorite color? any, I guess. Likes? Sleeping. Dislikes? Waking up. Abilities? being normal???

GlitchBitch: Abilities: None. Fitting.

Ink: rainbow, sleeping, normal. Got it! I’ll just make your profile super quick…

FunkN’Fresh: "likez sleeping" heh. typical standard sans bruh.

[INK is typing…]

Ink: Done! Welcome to the UnderChat, SLEEPRLUVR!

SLEEPRLUVR: …i’m going to need a lot of coffee for this, aren’t I?

FunkN’Fresh: forget coffee, maaaaan. get some soda in yer veins, get the funky fresh groove goin’!

GlitchBitch: Or you could just log off and get back to your irrelevant existence. Just saying.

SLEEPRLUVR: …i’m starting to think leaving this group would be the sanest option.

Fell2cool4school: too late for that, buddy. you're one of us now. welcome to the madness.

     You sat on your bed, legs crossed beneath you, staring at the screen with a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity. That was... ermmm, certainly an experience. These people seemed like some serious kinnies or something. You hadn't seen roleplayers this deep in character since the wild days of Danganronpa Kokichi Tumblr drama. You gnawed at the inside of your cheek, debating your next move. You had things to do in the morning, so maybe it would be smart to just get some sleep. But then again—shouldn’t you figure out which AU to be? They didn’t even give you a proper list of what was available!

     You could at least deduce a few things. Obviously, GlitchBitch was the Error Sans of the group, with his snarky, broken-text vibes. Ink was, well, Ink, and FunkN’Fresh was soo stereotypically hippie, it was a dead giveaway who he was supposed to be. But who else was in this group—this "UnderChat" as Ink called it? And how were you supposed to see these profiles they mentioned? The whole thing was making your head spin, trying to figure it out.

     Still, as you finally set your phone down and pulled your covers over you, you couldn't help but feel a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Yeah, it was weird—being added to some mysterious group chat by what seemed like over-enthusiastic roleplayers—but there was something almost... nostalgic about it. It had been a while since you just sat back and played pretend, no matter how weird the scenario... or old the fandom was.

     Maybe tomorrow you’d hit up the Undertale Wiki and find a cool AU to rp as. After all, if you were going to be stuck here, you might as well have some fun with it.

* A/N: uhm, this was written for ao3 and crossposted on quotev and now we're here. it looks best, imo, on quotev because it comes with extra media!! but im here because ppl can send asks n stuff for extra content of the skellies. please reblog or comment , it helps my motivation

[sunny-with-a-knife]

Being an artist and a fic writer is so fun because you can make cover art for your fics... *COUGH COUGH* ON AO3...

YES IM OBSESSED WITH VIVIIYONS ARTSTYLE SUE ME

I srsly love viviiyon their art is so yummy

Also how do ppl work on wattpad...there's so many scam comments its crazy... TOT