Thinking About Dust And How He Would Be So Desperate To Fix The Resets And Force Frisk Out Only To Realize

Razz Serrif Playlist

RAAAHHH!! Razz to me is by far the most cunty of the berries, hope y'all like the playlist

(Lmk if the artist doesn't want their art here, enjoy(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧)

I love when Sans Undertale walked in my room and told me that I need to post my headcanons before he smacked a bag of chips at my face. I gotta listen to the funny bone man.

(this was the only gif I found that was fitting of the silly bone man)

Bracelets!!

I am working on my playlists currently for some light editing, but I thought I'd share the bracelets I've made for some of the UTMV guys and the og Sans and Pap! I plan to make more, but I hope you like them!

(Pls be gentle I'm small and a sensitive soul🥲)

Im having another one of my thoughts tangents but stars above do I wonder.

(this is just my interpretation btw I love multiple versions of the Bad Sanses)

Does Dust think that the bad Sanses would be selfish? Is there a reasonable reason for him to join the Bad Sanses in some versions? He killed his entire underground thinking it was a more merciful kill than them having to go through the constant resets and he couldn't take it anymore before losing his mind. I think just making him stereotypically "psycho" doesn't give him the justice I see much of. I think the idea of taking away the happy endings of others is impossible for him, especially in specific timelines. I think that the versions of each Bad Sans having their own reasons would be fun, like how I imagine he could've been convinced by Pap to go in order to not Starve.

Don't even get me STARTED on Saint, either. He, in my opinion, joins the Bad Sanses to provide safety and food for the underground. His whole character is defending and caring for the underground despite his rough edges. It's not like he would abandon his brother and village when they're victims of fate and cruel circumstances. The idea that Killer killed everyone to just FEEL something? At least there's some level of understanding for Dust even if he also would dislike him. I've always seen Saint as a character always wanting to protect the weak, or at least protect helpless monsters in bad situations. That could lead to a whole way of him bonding with Dust for that matter

If I'm to think of Killer in the way everyone™ in the fandom sees him, he would have the least justification.

,,,,BUT WHAT IF I THINK OF SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT?

What if Killer decided to join the human to try and stop the resets like Dust? That his method wasn't just to "stop feeling awful" or to "feel nothing at all." I think Sans as a character is very fascinating, and I like to personally think he would pair with Chara as a way not to stop Frisk, but rather to stop the player. It would be interesting to think a part of Chara and Sans are fused into a soul rather than Killer y'know,,,,killing them. I don't care for the evil Chara interpretations, and I think this could lead to a more empathetic light to a character (Killer) with a really cool concept. It's a shame to me that out of all the Bad Sanses, Killer has the least justification and doesn't have that slice of humanity in him that could give him empathy from people in the community

These are just my personal takes, even if whoever reads this may think they're bad takes. Again, I LOVE almost every version someone has of a character so many people can interpret in different ways. I just like adding my own twist to try and pump more depth into each of these silly guys

Thanks for reading if you read this much of my rambling🙂‍↕️🫶

Fallen Down into Deaths Embrace.

Okay,,,,so I finally cracked and threw in my towel by writing a Reaper Sans x reader fic for the first time. For context, reader isn't a normal person and is in a place similar to the void, which explains some things within the snippet of a writing I've been dabbling in. Anything written in () btw is for you to understand what's being said.

CW: light descriptions of vomiting, injury, blood, and of the sorts. It's not super descriptive, but I still wanted to plant it here. Stay safe loves

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Beyond the blistering anguish, you realized something. Maybe it was the smell of scorched cloth and bones, or the rough earth beneath your crumpled body hurting your delicate skin. But, it finally dawned on you at that moment that you were truly and utterly alone. 

Where did everything go wrong? 

This new sensation felt foreign to you, it felt…unwelcoming. How could this have happened to you? It seemed like your chest would burst, your tongue heavy as vomit tickled the back of your throat. You didn’t think that your very bones would make you tremble, the feeling of being hot and cold all at once disorienting.

It felt overwhelming and nauseating to even think, let alone understand everything that happened to you. It felt like even the smallest twitch from your muscles would send you wanting to sob again. That the smallest of movements would lead you into excruciating pain. But, you had nothing to give, not anymore. Your throat felt raw and scratched, struggling to inhale the ash infecting your skin as you helplessly submitted to a coughing fit.

Saliva dribbled down your chin as your body curled in as much as it could. Your environment did not show you any mercy as you clawed at your sides. You screwed your eyes shut, ash fluttering near your eyelashes as you fought against it from nestling itself in your eyes. This sucked. 

Why did you do it? It felt like those rings around the back of your head mocked you, your skull ringing. This sight before you, as blurred as it was, was wrong. It was wrong, it was wrong, it was wrong. Your body doesn’t look like this. Not this pathetic sight, no. But you didn’t even need to open your eyes to know. 

You could already picture the way you wanted to ruin the ones that caused your disheveled state, as shameful as it was. This brought a laugh out of you, but not a pleasant one. It died quickly as you regretted it, coughing once again as you swore that blood was now on your hand.

Would those Gods laugh at you now? Would the sight of you bring a good chuckle or hysterical fit with them? Or a pity party since they ruined your life. Maybe that was all you were good for now. You were no longer worth much of anything, anymore. A forgotten memory now. 

Your thoughts were abruptly cut off, however, by the screams clawing past that ringing and now finally echoing behind your eyes as you internally screamed. Oh, yes, that's right. There weren't the only ones you loved around to help you now. What embraced you instead was the dented crater your body made and the scent of burnt vomit stimulating your senses. 

It was once so bright, where did that warmth and light go? You already knew the answer, your bloody and dusted clothes feeling so tattered beneath the cracks of your fingers. You didn’t have the pleasure of knowing what would happen to you for everything that happened. So when it eventually crashed in your face, you felt bitter and regretful. You were too blinded by rage, and your temper got the better of you.

Well, that sure helped you in the long run, didn’t it? 

Your temper sure wasn’t helping your flooded migraine either. If you thought any longer it felt like you would combust. If only you could do something about it. If only you weren’t stuck here, punished for the sins you’ve committed. If only you were given a swift erase. The sense of dread built inside of you only worsened as the waves of hatred and wrath overwhelmed you.

You would have mistaken them as your own, but you knew that your rage wasn’t the same as this. Or it shouldn't be, at least. You knew better, the urge to sob from everything being too much since you knew that this anger was in fact only yours. If being stuck in this black emptiness was what you were going to endure now, you shifted your thoughts to focus on that fact. Would the loneliness torment you, or your grief?

You felt…determined to not let what happened to you occur again. Not like you would have the chance to, anyways, as you were stuck down here. You couldn’t even do much down here, let alone understand what would happen to you. 

Nothing can protect you down here now, except for yourself. Lord only knows if you’ll have the chance to build your strength back up, though. It was impossible to know, maybe you’d endure the worst of the worst before disintegrating into nothing.

As if your mind was reeled in by a fish hook, the smell of…something sweet invites itself into your senses. It was a strong contrast to your environment, and it only made you feel dizzier as you struggled to look up. Whatever it was, you tried not to curse under your breath.

Your body stiffened, gagging slightly as you winced from the attempt to move. Managing a shuddering breath, you squeezed your eyes shut. You could already guess that you would be face to face with something like this inevitably, but you didn’t think that it would be so soon. If you had some strength to you, at least you would’ve had a chance to fight.

How cruel the Gods were, to not even spare you peace of mind. You heard the sound of light steps hitting gravel as they approached, the smell only becoming stronger the closer they neared. At least this seemed to overwhelm your pain, if only the slightest. If this soul had even the most minor sense of mercy, maybe you could go painlessly. 

Something seemed to graze against your cheek, cold yet smooth like porcelain. 

Was that... You felt the thumb of their hand rub your cheek hesitantly as if testing your reaction. You only winced in response, your eyes forcing themselves to stay shut. Almost tenderly, another hand scooped to the other side of your face as they lifted your head. 

You attempted to open your eyes finally, your breath quickening. They soon widened, however, as you stared at the figure before you. He was beautifully terrifying, that was the only way you could describe him. With wide sockets and gentle eyelights that felt so comforting in this horrid place, it was hard to look away. It was funny really, seeing as he looked just like a skeleton. You should've questioned your descriptions, if you could even place why his gaze felt so comforting in the first place.

His sockets were pronounced with a light blue eyeliner, eyelights a very faint white of a creamy pearl. There was silver jewelry on his phalanges as they clinked together,  Even if you could hardly make out anything about his outfit, you could see the fine clothing fitting his frame perfectly of black robes and silk. Yet, you found yourself struggling to find the finer details as his gloved hands moved your head to look at him.

Even if he was crouched down before you, now taking in your state, it was obvious he was much taller when standing. Almost inhumanly tall, though that wasn’t saying much. You already knew where you were, but this didn't ease the ball of fear still dwelling inside your chest. His eyes were studying you, silent. You didn't care though not when your eyes locked with what was behind him. Wings, so soft and white, a harsh contrast. There had to at least be six of them, folded only partially before they stretched out wide around you.

You could hardly muster a word before your body betrayed you, your body buffering as it once more released another coughing hazard in his direction. He stiffened, if only slightly as he tilted his head up to avoid spit hitting his face. He set you back down, sliding you back on the ground with minor struggle as he pulled away. "....u're…ot…supposed…be…ere…re you?” (You're not supposed to be here, are you?)

Tears stung your eyes and you only slightly felt confused as he started unclipping part of his robes. His movements were languid, yet precise as he finally released a soft sigh at the extra layer of clothing no longer restricting his movements. He seemed to be muttering something, but you were too disoriented to understand him. 

His shoulders slacked as you felt a weight press into you. His coat instantly looked dirtier, blood and dirt tainting it as you took fistfuls of the coat close. It instantly brought a sense of comfort, and you pulled it closer to you without much thought. You instantly were enveloped with the smell of rain and something akin to fresh earth.

He seemed content with himself as he started tucking the coat around you. You didn’t like to admit it, but now that you felt less exposed with the coat over you, you didn’t seem to pay much attention to what he was doing. You could only do so much as your face buried itself in the softness and warmth of the polyester under your cracked fingers.

You tried to make out what he was muttering, but he seemed to have stopped as you suddenly felt something firm wrap securely around your body. You could hardly struggle, let alone understand that he was now lifting you into his arms. 

He softly hushed your croaks of complaint, your vision slowly growing fuzzy around the edges of your sight. There seemed to now be gentleness in his eyes as he pressed you closer to his chest. One arm was wrapped underneath you, the other looped over as his hand rested on your shoulder as he started to stand. 

Almost immediately, your hands moved forward as you pathetically tried to move away from him. Even as he held you, your hand moved to his chest and pushed as you bit down on your tongue. It was pointless, though. He hardly budged, only squeezing you closer to him as his voice reached your ears. He looked at you almost sympathetically, but he stood either way. 

“Shh….ts…ay….keep-...afe,” (Shh, it's okay, I'll keep you safe.)

Now that he was standing, he swiftly moved the coat over you and started to move forward. It was a strange feeling, his tall stature almost alarming as your eyes looked down. He had to be at least 7-8 feet tall, and his body seemed to float as he moved quickly as he kept speaking. Something something something or whatever, it wasn't your top priority at the moment though.

You had given up fighting, your body going limp as you tried to hold onto whatever you had left of your consciousness. He felt warm pressed against you, one arm moving over you comfortingly as he rubbed your body. It wasn't in any way doing much for you nonetheless, only feeling numb from the previous pain inflicted on you. After trying to grab at the slipping thoughts in your mind, you tried your best to speak. 

Well, as best as you could anyway. The ringing in your ears refused to leave you alone as you barely felt your throat speak. You must have said something because he immediately looked down, tilting his head slightly. He faltered, if only for a moment before he stopped walking altogether. You must have spoken loudly enough though, which was something.

“...oul…ctured…ease….eep,” (your soul looks fractured, please get some sleep) It hurt, it really did. You were gasping to regain your breath, though it feels like every breath you took set your ribs on fire. Your mind was going blank, so you blink again, hearing other noises but not currently making sense of any of them. You wince a little as he speaks again. It feels uncomfortable and weird in his hold, but you're really in no condition nor do you have the will to fight it. 

Stars above, you're really tired. 

The fuzziness in your vision grew as your eyes fluttered shut. He did feel…nice, comforting to some extent. You had sunken more into the coat wrapped around you and felt lightheaded as you could hear your raspy breath over the faint sounds of what seemed to be a soft hush that mimicked actual speaking. And finally, you let your body succumb to sleep. What else could you do, anyway?

You poor thing, but don't fret. Reaper will make sure to take care of you, little dove.

Fuck my life

Introductions! Hi, I'm quite literally here just to post my personal headcanons about Undertale and AU's. Yeah, it'll mainly center around the skeleton brothers, but you can see stuff I add about other characters too! I really love the idea of them all being forced roommates and stuff or other circumstances. I've never actually posted before, but I'll try to like- post in order best to my abilities. Yes, I also will be including separate stuff from my headcanons about any x reader! I'd love recommendations, questions, etc! If you have any requests please don't hesitate to let me know!

UPDATE: (I do take breaks, especially since recently the election has swallowed my mental health. I make posts on other accounts, but I like to keep them private for my other fandoms or self. Thank you for your understanding (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。)

TAGS:

I'll hold my tags here and make sure you guys can find access to things better :-))

Things I won't include/tolerate:

I'm personally a queer person and have done my best to be supportive of communities. I don't tolerate any racist, homophobic, or transphobic ideals. I also don't do ships among existing characters, such as Frans, Fontcest, Papscest, etc. (If you like Sans x Sans, you do you and that's cool and I'm not gonna like- come after you. I don't post that though)

If you're one of the following, DNI:

- Homophobic

- Transphobic

- Racist

- Ableist

- Zoophile

- PDFphile

- Hate Furries

- Are against Palestine

- Overall a proshipper because I know I missed something

I politely ask this of you now because I will block you and that will be that. I don't like that, and so I'll cut that off immediately if possible.

I am aware that people have trauma. This is not something I will actively target. However, I am not someone who wants to be involved in these communities and I suggest seeking actual help if you're dealing with trauma in general. I do not hate you for your trauma, but I do not support the community and I want to stay away from that. You're actively hurting yourself by allowing yourself to consume fetishized and sexualized media, and I'm sorry that you are struggling. Please try to detangle yourself and explore other ways people explore trauma in healthier ways if you want to actually get better. Proship media isn't going to help in the long run

Thank you for your time, I don't expect this to get any attention but to those who are reading? I appreciate it

TO NOTE: Asks are currently open, even if I post as infrequently as I do and I mostly will answer requests for x readers of any Papyri or Sans since I love self indulgences. I also do ones for the roommate tropes similar to There's Still Magic teehee. I also will tag anything suggestive under cw suggestive even if I don't do it often. Fluff is my go to, but y'know, I'm open to a lot of stuff :-)

Thank you and goodnight

Magic and the wonders of Flavor & Scent

Below, I have written my personal headcanons for the color, scent, and flavor for the Sanses. These are the ones I have for the x reader roommates. If you guys wanna ask for personal requests (wink wonk) then don't be afraid to ask.

I'll put it under a suggestive tag as well just in case some of you may want to avoid those. I don't outright do 18+ often, but the comfort of others is important so bam, this is a warning. Anyways, enjoy!

Vanilla: His magic is more of a light blue. It smells of frost and pine while his magic tastes of light vanilla. It's not too overpowering, especially since he doesn't use it often and he has good control of his magic

Powder: His magic is a powder blue, especially since US is more of a pastel world to me. His magic smells of spearmint while his magic tastes like blueberry and cotton candy. It has a bit of a smoother taste

Red: His magic is a dark, crisis red. It smells of burning wood while his magic tastes of cherry limeade. His magic is stronger in tastes due to his LV

Saint: His magic is a cornflower blue despite his red eyelight. His magic smells of veviter and sandalwood while his magic tastes of vanilla and apple. It has a bit of an overwhelming tastes due to his control of magic

Carmine: His magic is carmine red. His magic smells of frost and mint while his magic tastes like red raspberries. It's stronger in taste but smooth, a little overpowering

Razz: His magic is a blue-french violet. His magic smells of sugar and of something electric while his magic tastes like blackberries and dark chocolate. His magic tastes overwhelming with a smooth, strong flavor. It happens to have a tingling sensation afterwards due to the raw power he is on the brink of constantly losing

Wine: His magic is a wine red. His magic smells like pomegranate while his magic tastes like almond and wine. It is not too strong and it happens to have the smoothest in tastes since his magic is under extreme control

Dust: His magic is a slate blue violet shade. His magic smells of leather, citrus, and slightly of tobacco while his magic tastes of vanilla berry and slightly metallic. It's a bit of a tingling sensation afterwards since he has an overwhelming amount of LV. The reason for the hint of citrus is because of Pap's magic being fused with Dust's

Closing Notes: please remember that if you guys do have any asks, please specify and keep it within just x reader since I don't do any other types of shipping on my blog. Thank you for reading and please don't be shy with your asks. I prefer fluff content but the occasional suggestive themes might appear, especially if you guys have requests :-))

I'M ACTUALLY KICKING AND SWINGING MY FEET WITH DELIGHT. I LOVE WRITING DYNAMICS AND THIS WAS THE PERFECT EXCUSE FOR ME. I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THIS AND THAT YOU LOVE IT AS MUCH AS ME. I WANTED TO PUSH MYSELF TO WRITE DETAILS AND STUFF HEHEHEHEHEH I'M GIGGLING LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL

-totally non evil chuckle-

I’ve been thinking a lot about pirates lately. Maybe…. pirate underfell sans?

An evil, menacing captain of the seas comes to your kingdom, with intentions of showing your king whose really in charge. You work as a doctor in the castle, and are bandaging up a butler when all of a sudden horns blow, signaling a pirate attack. As you help everyone out, you end up locking eyes with their fearsome captain. And well, when pirates see pretty things, they just cant help themselves from taking them for their own. 😋😋

argh fr😍🤞🏽

Hey, it's meeeee. I'm gonna jump into it:

Please enjoy‼️‼️

Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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"Shi-!" "Language." Your hands didn't stop from plucking the shard of glass and dabbling the alcohol into the butler's wound as you cut him off. This butler, which you couldn't remember the name of, had messed up his hand by dropping a glass vase and then attempting to clean up with just his hands. Or,,,,paws? Yeah, that's a better word. He wasn't very tall, in fact he was only a bit taller than you were. He was a Cat Monster, one with desaturated brown fur and drooping eyes. He was rough around the edges, especially his...vocabulary.

Nonetheless, he was always attempting to be polite with you. He would be caught sometimes by guards for drinking booze in the royal kitchen past hours, in which he'd complain and weakly attempt to excuse himself before getting water thrown on him. He was pathetic really, but you didn't mind. You suspected that he hasn't properly learned about the ways of the Palace since he's new, so you were more tolerant. So you preferred him like this, where he held still and was kind enough to listen to you. "....sorry,"

Speaking of which, your eyes darted to look at his face, which was bandaged at the moment. His ears were flattened, and so your naturally stern expression softened. "It's fine, I know that it hurts. Just hold still, okay?" He nodded, his uneven smile growing as his whiskers twitched. "Thank you doc," You huffed lightly in acknowledgement before turning your head to focus on grabbing the linen.

Being a doctor was rough, especially the royal doctor. You had a few others working with you, like assistants, but you were naturally more comfortable working on your own. You weren't like the nurses who had to help the soldiers, especially since you only focused on the servants or the royal family. Which, now that your mind drifted, you cringed at the thought.

The Dreemers.

Or, more specifically, King Asgore.

He's...in simple terms, strict. Or more precisely, he's a cruel King who isn't afraid to use violence and fear to get his point across. Some rugged barbarian dress in reds and gold, for certain. When the sun catches on the tar black glimmering from his horns, he's towering and imposing. His nose slightly crooked just like his sneer, he didn't bellow but rather spoke with a rasp. Foolish Human, foolish to work for the King whose horns are sharp enough to gore.

He has higher standards than any bull, which wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that he was willing to slaughter anything or anyone that got in his way. Your mistake, you learned, was to even work for him. You're lucky to even be alive under his critical eye, but you suspect it's because you can identify the ache within the Goat Monster's soul. Patches of purple and swelling are much easier to spot than guilt and other turmoil, but your eyes could see beneath the curves of bone and fur. In your experience, silence and blissful ignorance were a powerful duo, and King Asgore knew that you understood this.

He at least respected your work, even if that meant he didn't really see you as well....you. His nostrils would flare at the sight of you, practiced courtesy forcing him to not spit an insult your way. You were indebted to the King, and he was indebted to you. You just finished wrapping the hand in linen when you looked up to not see a bull but rather a wet puddle of a Monster. He twisted his hand from front to back, analyzing your handy work.

"Thank you, doc," The young cat straightened up as his tail flicked, a very soft purr escaping him. You placed your hands on your hips as you scanned over the fur for any other indication of injury, humming when you saw none. "You should be more careful, butler." "Burgerpants." "Hm?" His eyes, which seemed to carry two bags of purple bruising, stared directly at your own. His toothy grin turned to a more sincere one as he offered his paw to you. "That's my name. I don't expect you to remember that, but you can call me B.P. instead."

You reluctantly shook his hand, your lips quirking up. "Well, B.P., you have quite the name. I'll try to remember," You declared with a confidence he understood and had hoped for, purring involuntarily at this, pleased with your answer. "Thank you, it's a nickname, but I think it's grown on me overtime."

You were about to speak when you were interrupted by a loud sound. A blaring, blurring sound that pierced your ears. Now what was once so quiet has changed, horns echoing around the walls of the emergency room and throughout the hallways of the palace. There's a clamoring in the palace below your window, shouts of fear that stirred both confusion and trepidation within your belly.

Before you could speak, B.P had stood up sharply, coaxing himself to take a peek. His ears were flat as his tail lashed aggressively, his fur prickling as he let out a low growl. "What in the-..." "Pirates." The Monster answered your question as his expression morphed. He seemed to be thinking about something as his brow furrowed, his lips curling back as he gritted his teeth and glared at the running figures holding sword and gun.

"I swear...they-...." He was muttering to himself as he must've had thoughts cracking into his dome just as you. You frowned, the distant sounds of running being heard. Pirates, huh? You felt a huff escape you as you rolled your sleeves up, buttoning them together as you heard the slurred sounds blending together.

You've encountered a few stories of them from around the palace. Apparently, before your presence became part of King Asgore's reign, you had heard of the Monsters of Porcelain. Two of them were leaders of a giant ship, one so large and the other so terrible. They had caused a mess, leaving a pain that was stinging and vile, leaving King Asgore to immediately demand higher security at the Palace. He had to provide hope, display strength to make it easier to strike when the day comes of their return.

It was apparent that the day had finally arrived. Everything that was painted honey and gold over the chalked stone of the palace was now fluttering with spurts of red and dust. He wasted no time, turning heel and running as he slid among the tile and turned sharply down the hallway. You couldn't chase after the fool as he had done it before you could think, only sighing now as your frown deepened.

Today was going to be rough. You grabbed your medical bag, hand gripping around the handle as you took a deep breath and huffed. Great. Just great. Any plans you had today were now slammed to a halt, leaving you here to deal with the mess of foolish Men and Monsters. You don't get paid enough for this.

"....fucking great."

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"DAMN IT!" The tall skeleton shouted, ramming his body against two guards with full force as they slammed against the wall. Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it! A large monster grabbed at the guards, wrestling them to the ground before smashing their skulls a rattling mess together. She turned to the tall skeleton, his brow scrunched up as she panted. "Captain?" "GO. WE'RE NOT SURRENDERING JUST YET."

The monster looked reluctant before speaking, gesturing to the wound that was on the skeleton's ribcage. "But Captain..." "DON'T." He sharply ordered, cutting her off. She bit back a response, only nodding her head before turning down the hall with a pause to her step. Pitch watched, his ribcage shuddering as he felt his phalanges grab at the edge of a small table.

He winced as he leaned against it, his jaws curled down into a frown. Where was his damn brother? Eugh, he just HAD to run off towards the center of the palace. So idiotic. He swore to the Stars above that he was going to smash that blasted numbskull's head so hard against the ships outer rim that he would be seeing double for a whole fortnight!

The sudden sounds of running footsteps snatched his attention his head snapping to the side before he straightened up. His shoulders rolled back, tension bleeding through him. It coursed through him like a steady river under clothes and curves around bone. He felt his bones rattle slightly as his glare turned to steel, his expression intense as he was ready to fight once more despite his injury. He wasn't a coward, and enemies be damned if he wouldn't fight until dusting.

Though, what he didn't expect was to see a Human in white. He could see the way your chest heaved as you caught yourself by pressing your weight against the door frame by your hand catching yourself. You looked around the room and saw the two fallen guards, a mess that resulted in torn curtains, broken decor, and a skeleton. You locked eyes with him, and he faltered if not only a little.

A doctor, huh? He stared, still as stone as he watched you look at him critically. His hand tightened on the handle of his sword, but he did not dare raise it at you. He wasn't sure what you intended to do, but he wasn't foolish enough to notice how your sights pinned down on his chest. You expression scrunched up and looked back at the guards before looking at him once more. "Are they alive?" You asked, gesturing towards the guards in metal.

He felt his eyelight shrink, staring intently as he gruffed what sounded to be a yes. You seemed to be debating something, your eyes dragging themselves away from the guards. "....You're injured." You said a little dumbly. Yes, clearly. He huffed in response with indignation, not answering. Your eyes narrowed as you seemed to bite your tongue, debating if you should snap back a smart retort

It didn't take you more than a second of logic however to retract that idea from your mind before you spoke once more with a more cool tone. "If you let me, I can patch that up for you." There are hisses of confusion and anger all feathered and sprinkled in the air from the distance, but they sounded faint compared to the screams and the ringing.

.....What?

His steely gaze flickered to one of disbelief, before it turned to suspicion. "ELABORATE." He gruffed, authority clear in his tone. You raised a brow, how audacious. He liked that. "I'm a doctor, not a soldier. It's my job to help, sir." You firmly stated, as if it was quite obvious. He liked that too, especially as you looked at him without flinching. He said nothing, momentarily debating if he should let you. Clearly he was a pirate, you shouldn't trust him. He couldn't trust you either, not blindly anyways.

And yet, the intent in your voice was crystalline clear. Still suspicious, he stared at you with a glare that lacked much emotion. He promptly nodded his head only once, one of his leather gloves tilting his black cavalier hat in respect. "I'LL ALLOW IT." You nodded your head in return, walking towards him cautiously. Smart. Your eyes narrowed upon seeing his sheathed sword, but you didn't comment on it as you pointed at the ground.

He let out a HMPH, but didn't argue as he let his body sit on the tile floor. He winced as he clutched his wound, his legs buckling slightly as he did so. He had been slashed by a guard in the middle of a fight, staining his once white button up a blooming red as dust was chipped near the edges. You worked without saying much, setting your kit down as you went to grab a disinfectant and linen. He watched you like a leopard seal whose eyes caught prey, unmoving and almost unnaturally focused.

You were careful to help remove his black, lavish coat, unclipping the thin necklace of gold that kept it on his shoulders before letting it fall down his back. You unbuttoned his white and silken dress shirt just enough to inspect his wound, a cloth pressing straight into it. He hissed back a silent curse, trying ever so hard to hold still without showing how badly it stung. He's been through worse, has felt worse, but stars above if it didn't burn.

He took the time to keep your features imprinted into his memory, letting his head rest against the wall as he closed his eyes momentarily. This wasn't the events he had in mind, but it felt nice to have someone tend to his wounds while they were till fresh. Oftentimes he had to threaten a doctor among the townsfolk with his crew after raids such as these.

And as a bonus, he kept in mind that your bravery and honor to your job just made you twice as attractive as he found you beforehand. At the realization of his attraction, though, he instinctively clenched his fist and felt like slapping himself. What in the blasted devil??? Attraction? He must've suffered from a head injury. He didn't slap his skull backwards, however, and instead flickered his only useful eyelight away from you.

Your hands were a stark contrast to what he was used to, especially when you wrapped the linen around his chest and sliced through the material with skilled precision from your scissors. He hisses when you fasten it tight, shooting you a harsher glare that both made a stampede rush to your heart and made you murmur gently. "I know, I know..." You went to straighten yourself out as you assess him. "Better?"

It hardly registers that he had moved until a massive hand curls tightly around your wrist. The touch is not at all gentle, it's probing, the tip of each digit leaving small curved indentations in your flesh, intent on keeping you thoroughly in place. "WHY AREN'T YOU AFRAID?" His voice comes out as an odd grumbling, strained from excessive usage.

It isn't deep, either, which comes to be one of the more jarring things in this situation. At least that's what he father's based on the way your hand twitched when he spoke a bit more quietly. "Should I be? You bleed crimson just the same, do you not?" You ask, your tone probably the most gentle he's heard so far. Hmph, you should be more cautious when dealing with ordinary men or monsters like him, not yet known, but it was too late.

He dared not respond, but the way his magic left his cheekbones flush indicated that he liked what you said. He released his iron grip on you and grunted. "Stupid Human," His voice canters off to silence when you stare at him, making him feel uncomfortably vulnerable under your gaze. Before he could find something to say, you stood up abruptly.

"Now, I'm off to go help the other injured souls you ended up making a mess of, okay, skeleton?" There was a sting to your words, an irritation that he could understand despite never being a doctor. When you had skill, it was irritating sometimes since that left you with much more garbage to take care of.

Did you not even know who he was? Of course you knew he was a skeleton, but he almost felt offended that you were so bold and assertive in the face of a monster who could gut you. He didn't, however, because it was clear that you've earned it after patching him up.

He turns to you with a forced stoicism, and he speaks with a sort of keening voice, one reserved for wolves or other sorts of predators. "It's Pitch." You repeat it, once, twice. You repeat your own when he doesn't ask, repeat it just the same to him to remember. He wanted to pry further, have every secret expelled upon your tongue like the juiciest of pomegranate. Instead, he stirs, rumbles someplace in the expanse of chest, and lets you go.

What a strange doctor you are. What a strange Human you are. He likes that.

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"Your brother is going to have your head, Red!" "Hah! As if!" The swing of his hand, a flick of the thumb, and the trigger is finally done being teased as he aims and shoots. Beside him, the familiar face of B.P. scowls. "You shouldn't have come, not today."

Red scowls at this, rolling his eyes the same time he rolls his shoulders. He lets the words hang heavy in the air for a stretch of time, before scoffing. "Now why's that, B.P.? You tellin your Captain what to do now?" He asks dangerously, but he's surprised to see the scaredy cat glare challengingly with a lash of his tail and the low growl that escaped his chest. Now what is this?

"If that's how you see it, then yes," He spat, flinging a chair into a servant's stomach. It felt good, especially since that bastard had made him work double a few times since he'd slink away. Good riddance. Plus, it wasn't life threatening, just hard enough to disarm and ahed enough to get his anger out. "I didn't want the doctor to be here for this,"

Red's eyes gleamed like ruby as he grinned, a bonebrow raised as the two rushed down the hallways of white stone and intricate architecture. His gaze drags up from his throat to his eyes, his soul humming with an electric excitement. "Doctor?" "Yes, that's right. They're a-" B.P.'s voice catches within his throat, like a hook had caught and dug into sensitive flesh as he chokes.

"A Human who I consider a friend."

Red can't seem to find a sharp jab, and instead he pauses his ruthless running as he leans against a marble wall with a heaving ribcage. His golden tooth gleams against the honeyed glow of the setting sun, dull due to the towering pillars and building of the castle. He missed the smell of the sea, of being able to see the sun in all her glory.

Instead, he cocks his head to the side as B.P. joins him, placing his paws on his knees as he's bent forward and lurched down to catch his breath. "Are they cute?" He asks, teasingly and without bite, only to earn a slight hiss from his companion. "Don't even think about it. They're not built for the seas." Red has found that B.P. has grown a spine, or at least one that solidified enough when it came to you.

You really must've meant something to him, and so Red respected that. Anyone can be considered valuable, after all. He rubbed his lower jaw with his phalanges, mockingly debating something. “We do need a doctor, B.P. If they're a friend…well…. 'm sure they wouldn't mind helpin a couple of misfits, yeah?” He chuckled, seeing B.P. biting back his tongue. Heh. Adjusting his cloak, the fur around the rim grazing against his neck, he cracked his knuckles.

“Ah, ‘m just messin with ya. Come on, we got a King to slaughter!” He roughly patted the scrawny idiot on the back, knocking the wind out of him temporarily. He didn't wait to try and see if he listened, knowing that he would anyways, and he instantly ran down the hallway with heavy steps, his boots clinking along the way.

The idea sounded appealing, but he didn't think you were worth the time of day if he couldn't even know who you were. And besides, even if you were a pretty thing, he wouldn't take you without reason.

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From the bottom of his crooked soul, he didn't think he was actually going to meet you. Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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To lock eyes with a predator indicated the urgency to escape, or at least you thought so. So may Asgore be damned and sent straight to wherever he belonged. Right now, the predator you locked eyes with seemed actually more concerned with your life than his own.

When the smoke thins out from the burning hot muzzle, the red mist that seemed to develop skulls and screaming faces, only now could you see the obscure figure in better detail. You see a glimmer of gold and aren't so shocked to see the absence of a normal face. A skull head is what meets your eyes with teeth set in a strained, Cheshire grin. You see rings adorning his bony fingers gleaming under the light, and how gold practically danced around his chest and body.

His stature was shorter than the previous skeleton, and only now did it click that the two could be related. Both had one working eyelight, both had an anger within their souls, and they both clearly held the same cocky air to them that was unmistakable. Something sticky is running down your face, nails digging into your head as the tall, imposing King is holding your body in place. It should be expected. You are not as hard as bone or as tough as the skin of a fruit when you're finally clawed into.

You are stripped of all your defenses right now, laid bare as if the clothes on your back did not matter. Your fate now rested in the palm of a Pirate with a deadly glint to his eye and a King whose heart, if he even had one, was as black as charcoal. You're starting to feel beads of sweat prick at your skin, down your nape as the two coerced but spoke in what felt like a tongue you couldn't decipher. This does not prompt a response from you, knowing better than to thrash about despite the urge to twist and kick and scream and tear.

An anger within the skeleton resembled your own, united in unsaid words and not quelled as the King of Monsters offered a horrid, demanding choice. The ugly, ivory prongs atop his head was like a crown of authority, but you felt that the cavalier hat atop the porcelain skull held the same degree of power. Something smelt to be burning mixed in with gunpowder, something wooden and electric.

Your eyes crawled to glare at the King, seeing his misplaced wrath as his other hand gripped the golden and handcrafted spear that stood tall like a pillar. He had grabbed you to avoid getting shot, but he was clearly interested in making sure that it was only him he was concerned about . He seemed to hold the same morals as street rats, willing to throw anything away in the name of survival. A coward disguised as a beast, a Monster of deceiving embers.

King Asgore seemed exasperated by this entire ordeal rather than eager, even if he could leave you gored out instead of fulfilling his oath to you. Your side of the oath, however, was that you'd dedicate your life to him. You didn't particularly have to be alive to have him do his duties, and it was clear that he was debating whether or not to toss you away.

You released the breath that was caged inside your lungs unbeknownst to yourself, but a heavy hand clasped over your mouth to shut you up. "Quiet, Human." He spat. Oh you did not like that. You didn't even seem to think about the repercussions, head cloudy with disgust at his audacity.

So, you sank your dulled teeth straight into the side of his fat fingers, digging into flesh as you bit down hard. There's a blinding white as though the sun has seared its way into your skull as you hear a loud, rumbling shout, rays of warmth sprouting from your skull as a blow strikes down and you're flung forward towards the marble floors at the feet of the undead. It's a shock that you didn't just crack your head, if not for the way your head was angled and instead collided within the arms of a Monster who seemed less cruel.

He stumbled back, clearly having intentions to catch you when he lurched forward. The sudden shift in gravity made his knees buckle, but he head steady. Ah, is this what the smell was beyond gunpowder? Your eyes locked with his, only for your vision to grow blurry from exhaustion and blood loss that was blooming from your head. Foolish Human. You felt heavier suddenly, before you completely blacked out.

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"this the Human you spoke of?"

"Yes, Captain. Stars above, they look terrible..."

"WE'RE TAKING THEM."

"What??"

"what choice is there? I told ya already-"

"DON'T DISOBEY YOUR CAPTAINS, GOT THAT? YOU'RE BACK HOME, DON'T FORGET THAT."

Burgerpants was silent at this, his ears flat. Thankfully, you were sloppily patched up, so you weren't on the verge of death anymore. He grimaced, but a part of him was silently grateful. Both Red and Pitch seemed to have met you before this, even if Pitch had tried to act like he was indifferent to seeing you bleeding and passed out. Burgerpants was less levelheaded, practically a walking porcupine as he assessed you and fretted.

He had wanted to leave you there, at the palace, especially since the Pirate life was rough. You were too, though, and brave. Foolish more like it, but brave at least a little since you had dared enough to bite King Asgore hard enough to tear his flesh based on what Captain Red said. You wouldn't be alive right now though if they didn't take you, left to bleed out or be speared down by Asgore as punishment.

He stroked the back of his hand against your cheek, frowning down before he turned to the two Skeleton Brothers. They were quite decisive, more so than he expected them to be, but hey. You are safe now, and surely he can explain everything when you wake? He's so sorry that you were caught within this mess.

The two Captains nodded his way, and so begrudgingly he walked towards the door of your temporary room. Stars, he really needed a beer.

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Closing Notes: heourgh. I wanted to put a bit more effort into this writing because I love pirates and wanted some good world building set up. I'm sorry it took so long, especially to you @vamppiko

Forgive me, testing was beating my ass

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