“I have reason to believe the Gaster Brothers are hiding something from me... Or... Maybe, just maybe... They're hiding something from you...” — Asgore, WDYW ch. 40
Rough painting of Frisk from | Souls on the Water |
Deleted scene under the cut~~
“You might not want to stand there—”
She gave a shout of surprise, stumbling over the railing. “Shit.” A hand shot out and grabbed her arm before she could tumble into the ocean below. Her heart thundered against her chest and she whirled around to see who dared assault— Her mind went silent if not for a buzz of something unknown. The thick, burning scent of charcoal and fire, rosy sweetness underneath… the rough grip of hard bone, and the sharp glow of… Her breath came out slow.
The reaper. The crimson pinpricks of light sparked a bit brighter with a flicker of excitement. He cleared his throat and pulled her up, before putting a good meter between them.
“Sorry for the intrusion, princess… I just came to find my coat. Saw you leaning over the rails like that and… well… You never know when the weather'll turn nasty, savvy?” His voice… to hear him actually speak was like hearing distant thunder for the first time in her life. A tiger's warning before the killing bite. And his teeth, so sharp, could tear through her flesh if he so wanted to. And they were close. So close.
“I… Yes. Thank you...” She lifted her chin with a quiet sense of noble dignity and narrowed her eyes. “Find your coat, and do it fast,” she ordered through a coy hiss. He smirked. She tried to stifle the pink blush dusting her face, and wished she were submerged in total darkness so he couldn't see.
“...I know a better place to watch the waves, if that's what you're looking to do?” Her eyes sparkled at the invitation and she was so tempted to take it. So tempted…
“It's late. Asgore will need me well rested.”
“Then why aren't you in bed?”
She bit the insides of her cheeks and sent him an exasperated look. Her eyes softened and she watched as he leaned over the railing. His cotton sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms… So strange. For a man made of bones, he looked muscular.
Of course I deleted this scene so that Sans would be a bit more mysterious, also because it didn’t make sense for anyone to approach her, the literal princess of an empire, so ~daringly.~
Plus I wanted the two of them to have this kind of period drama style yearning hahaha, this scene didn’t accomplish that, but you can all enjoy it here.
| ✴️ Papyrus Gaster ✴️ | What Do You Want • You're What I Want |
Papyrus grabbed his shoulder and squeezed him tight. “Listen to them brother… Have you ever heard praise so sweet, victory so brilliant!?” exclaimed Papyrus with a fist thrusted into the air. The crowd went wild. Sans grinned. He didn't care much for it. He'd never cared about public adoration.
“It's what you've always deserved little bro,” he uttered. He just wanted to be with Frisk. He was wasting all his time fighting the Angelicans’ battles and not helping Frisk overcome whatever demons she was facing. He couldn't help but feel bitter.
Papyrus frowned slightly at the words and his gaze flickered to the dusty, red rocks they stood upon. A melancholic silence passed over them and Papyrus grunted as he gave a half-hearted nod. Something was wrong… was he not, satisfied?
