my friend and i are trying to make this happen and we’d really appreciate it if you could post it so as many people as possible know about it and can participate. we thought this would be a great surprise for the girls especially for jade because of her involvement in the lgbt community. thank you sm ❤️
I just want to snuggle up to you, lay my head on your chest, and listen to you breathe. Maybe you’re playing with my hair, maybe you’re lazily rubbing my back. Sunbeam optional. Is that too much to ask?
So I had an idea for a story! I apologize in advance.)
*You pet the dog. Petting capacity is at 50%.
Greater Dog’s tail wagged at incredible speed as Frisk rubbed his belly. It seemed like they couldn’t stop just yet, unless they wanted to hear his incessant whining. Not that that was a problem, of course. Frisk was more than happy to indulge the small dog.
Eventually, Greater Dog yipoed and placed his paw on their hands. It seemed like he wanted them to stop. Frisk complied, then the dog stood back up and hopped into his empty armor headfirst. His tail stuck out from the top as he left the area. Frisk giggled at how goofy it looked. They wiped off the snow from their shorts and started heading back to Snowdin.
As they walked, Frisk admired the sight of all the snowflakes falling from the sky. The trees swayed somehow in a nonexistant breeze, and the occasional passerby would greet them. Even monsters that didn’t recognize Frisk were so nice. Everything about this was just so…peaceful. They hoped it would only get better from here on out…
Frisk jumped, startled by the sudden sound. They looked down and saw no twigs underneath their feet, so why…?
Frisk curved their lips. …It’s probably just Sans. But…why doesn’t he just come out?
“Hello?” Frisk called out. “Is anyone there?”
Frisk squinted their (already tiny) eyes. They could make out some sort of figure, huddled up behind the trees further up ahead.
…But the twig was behind them. How could he have done that?
Frisk didn’t understand much about the Underground yet. Maybe, if they just walked up to him….he could explain?
Frisk took a deep breath, then began to approach who they believed to be the short, pun-loving skeleton. As they got closer, however…he obscured himself just a little more.
But why? Was he afraid of them?
…No, he couldn’t be… Frisk thought. He was the first person I met after I left the Ruins…
Frisk picked up speed. The figure reacted frantically to their approach, making a few shuffling noises in the snow. It wasn’t until Frisk entered the forest that they got a much better view.
…What they saw in front of them, they hadn’t expected at all.
It was Sans, or…it wasn’t? Frisk couldn’t tell. His jacket had been bleached of all color, and several specks of…something surrounded his body. They resembled glitches, and some of the pieces were even detached from his own body. It ended up looking like fragments of his body were missing, or simply floating around him.
But what bothered Frisk the most were his eyes and chest. His eye sockets had no lights in them, and were instead mismatched in shape and color. One was blue (and they swore they could see words inside of it), while the other was bright red and…half-melted. It was uncomfortable to look at those seemingly empty eyes…
…And on Sans’ chest, there was a wide, ghastly cut, extending diagonally across his belly to nearly the top of his shirt. The strange words in his eyes were unmistakably there as well, and his slippers were stained with what looked like blood.
Seeing the cut made Frisk a bit queasy. What could’ve happened to this poor skeleton?
“…Sans?” Frisk whispered, their voice quivering. The skeleton, who hadn’t seemed entirely focused on them before, lifted his head at the mention of the name.
“… yyyou… you aare…”
Frisk winced at the sound of his voice. It sounded so distorted, so broken that they could hardly understand it. And yet…they still could.
…This was all very strange.
“…Frisk,” they replied. “I’m Frisk. We met earlier…didn’t we?”
“…. Dddin’t we?” he mimicked. Frisk was a bit unnerved by that, but they didn’t want to just leave him like this.
“…You aren’t the same skeleton I met. Are you?”
‘Sans’ tilted his head, contemplating the question. Eventually, he shook his head.
“…I see.” Frisk scratched their head, then stared at him hesitantly.
“Then who are you?”
Frisk watched as he reached up for his scarf and clung to it tightly.
“. .. Nnoo one. Jusst passing throughh.”
It was the most coherent sentence they had heard from him so far. Frisk prepared themselves mentally to ask something else.
“…What happened to you?”
The skeleton’s head lowered a little. His grip tightened on the scarf.
“sssomething i lost important to me i lost him”
“nnot here gone why he’s nnot here”
“I-I don’t under-”
“bbbrotherr find him i can’t i can’t WHHERE IS HHE-”
He stopped. He turned his head towards Frisk, who looked a little bit afraid.
“Please, slow down. I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
The skeleton shut his eyes and rubbed his arm. He suddenly felt something warm touching him. He opened one eye and saw it was Frisk, looking up at him with concern.
“Do you…wanna talk about it?”
He abruptly sat down in the snow, shaking his head vigorously. Frisk felt their heart clench at how miserable and lost the skeleton looked.
“…Okay. Can I sit with you, then?”
He shrugged. Frisk took it as a yes, or that he at least didn’t seem to mind. They sat down next to the skeleton and said nothing for a while.
Frisk and the strange skeleton just watched the snow fall.
After a while, Frisk turned their head towards the skeleton.
“…I should probably get going. I can’t stay here forever.”
They smiled, and patted his shoulder. Frisk didn’t know if he liked hugs.
“It was nice to meet you.” Frisk stood up and began to walk towards the end of the forest.
Frisk paused midstep, then turned around.
”…What was that?“
He twiddled his fingers anxiously and grinned.
”.. . papyyrus. Myy brotherr.… “
Frisk’s mouth opened a little in surprise. ”…Papyrus? So wait…you ARE Sans?“
”…mmyyy papyrruss isss missing lost he’s not gone.. .“
Frisk shook her head. ”…I still don’t understand you. Where is he?“
He clenched his hands into fists. His grin slowly turned into a grimace. ”. …goonneee… . .“
They rubbed their head and looked down, realizing what Sans meant by that single word.
”…Oh. I’m really sorry…“
Frisk was about to say something else when they were cut off abruptly. They couldn’t speak or breath properly all of a sudden. They noticed that several red strings had appeared out of nowhere, and most were wrapped tightly around their body. Trembling, they looked over at the skeleton.
He was grinning again, but it seemed far more sinister than before. Frisk could see tears in his eyes.
“B E C A U S E O F Y O U .”
THIS IS FANTASTIC, OH MY GOODNESS WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING?? I AM FLOORED, THIS IS SO GREAT! HHHHHH-
I really like your writing style, and your characterization of Fatal! And I really REALLY like how you wrote his dialogue! It was so spot on :’D
please remember that you’re your own friend; if you catch yourself talking to yourself like you wouldn’t let others do, try your best to stop and treat yourself with something nice - it’s okay if you struggle, though, please just try to not give up
imagine Derek wanting to propose but getting so nervous that he ends up shifting and padding over to Stiles as a wolf with the ringbox between his teeth. He knows it’s stupid but he really wants to do this and can’t figure out a different way to get over his nerves and h figures stiles won’t mind. Stiles sees how carefully Derek comes over to him, with something small, just about the right size to fit into his palm in his mouth and he thinks maybe Derek is sheepish. He sees him looking at him intensely and expectantly and nervously when he drops the thing in his hand. And Stiles grins and tries to hold back on the urge to laugh and tease because OMG DEREK YOU’RE FINALLY ADMITTING YOU WANNA PLAY FETCH and he just hurls the ringbox across the room. Derek gives Stiles the most dead pan wolf look Stiles has ever seen. He shifts back just so he can judge stiles some more with his eyebrows. “Are you kidding me?” He asks when he realizes the surprised and confused look on Stiles’ face, who is still quite amused because he is never not amused by all the potential dog jokes. “Oh come on, Der, we both know you’d enjoy it, why can’t you just let yourself go for a moment?” Stiles asks. Derek stalks over to the ring box and back to Stiles. “Good boy-” Stiles starts with a cheeky grin. But then Derek flips the box open to reveal the ring “I was trying to propose, idiot.” And it’s the most non glorious engagement, Derek standing there butt naked with furrowed eyebrows, staring at stiles and wondering how he was so in love with this guy who bursts out laughing at the whole situation and doesn’t hesitate to immediately call all his friends and tell this story. After he says yes and hugs and kisses Derek like crazy ofc
please try your best to never feel that it is your fault for breaking off from toxic people; they hold no kindness for you - instead, may you always have a genuine friend to help you and please know that you are worth so much to me for fighting for yourself