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Alfred heaved a long sigh as he stroked Matthew’s hair, the Canadian asleep from exhaustion. He was scared and felt as if his world was falling down around him. It was this feeling he didn’t really know for sure how to describe. He was glad he had found Arthur and realized his true feelings but in this environment there was no way he would be able to even last a day. What was the word he was looking for? Nervous? Stressed? Frustrated? Irritated? Oh what the hell, he didn’t even need a word for it. He just knew that it’s still effecting him deeply. It almost seemed as if someone was driving a knife into him over and ov

"No." "I didn't even ask yet, Sans!" "It's still no." "Whyyyy?! I just want to cuddle with you!" "I got that, but I said no!" Finally you just sighed in defeat. "Fine... I just wanted to... Spend some time with you... Do you really hate me that much?" Something about how sad you sounded broke his heart. He finally sat on the couch, refusing to look at you. "...C'mere." You squeed and ran over, glomping him and nuzzling his belly. "H-hey, cut it out!" You immediately began to kiss his belly, watching him as he blushed. "W-what are you doing...?" You trailed the kisses up his belly, over his chest, and then you kissed his neck gently. "Uh..." S

As you walk out of Snowdin, you wonder what your going to do today. You haven't been around town that long, so you were eager to explore it and the area around it. Up ahead you see a sentry station where a skeleton is resting his head on his arms. As you draw closer you see Sans better and he appears to be sleeping on the job, like normal. When you pass, he opens his eyes. "Hey kiddo. I'm going to Grillby's. You wanna come?" You had oddly never been in Grillby's before, so you nod and reply, "Sure." "Well, if you insist... I'll pry myself away from my work." He walks away from the station and heads in the opposite direction of Snowdin. "Ove

The pain in your chest was worse than before. You forced yourself down deeper into the couch pulling the blue blanket up under your chin. It had been a long night of coughing and trips to the bathroom; losing whatever food you had had in your stomach. Several half empty bottles of water were scattered just within reach on the floor. Every time you got up last night you got a new bottle. You just kept forgetting them and something else, something important. It was the fever and you knew it. Your phone vibrated violently on the coffee table. Trying to focus the world was shifted in and out of focus making your stomach roll again. Turning over w

You sat on the couch at Sans and Papyrus' house, staring at the ceiling with a lit cigarette between your teeth. You closed your eyes and after a couple minutes, you felt someone's breath on your face. Your eyes, black with a white pupil, snapped open sharply. Sans was leaning over you, using the burning end of your cancer stick to light his own. Now, this wouldn't be a problem, as he did it all the time, but he was literally leaning over you and up close to your face. Your face gained a dusting of (f/c) as your magic cat ears twitched the same color. "Yo, G, what's with the up close shit?" He chuckled, his baritone voice sending little shive

The door to Sans' workshop slammed open, a frantic looking Papyrus stood panting in the doorway. Forcing his eyes away from his work, Sans offered a gentle smile to his younger brother. "Hey, bro'." His grin faded a bit as he saw just how distraught the tall skeleton was, and decided not to work in a pun. "What's up?" The gentle puzzle-maker breathed heavily, his back arching slightly as he grabbed at his knees. Huffing for air he didn't actually need, the skeleton appeared to be fighting back tears. This was clearly not about a spaghetti mishap. Tearing himself from his chair, Sans walked over to his brother, placing a bony hand on the shou

Chapter 6 Bitter than coffee “Oh nice to see you again, can I get your order?” +++ Sans keeps silent, only a slight hum escapes his throat… or… neck vertebrae? Sternum? No idea how he made that sound. You shock your head lightly and think is just magic, like a lot of things with the monsters seem to work. “ ‘ya know, never thought Muffet would end up and hire a human.” The way he says human, like just the mention of the word infuriated him. A shiver runs up your spine, confusion written all over your face. Startled, you can’t think something coherent to say. “um… excuse me?̶

Author's note: There is a brief description of verbal and physical abuse. If you are uncomfortable with that please do not read. I ran my fingers through the water. It was nice. It was cool but not cold. I sighed and I hugged my knees to my chest. The underground was small but Waterfall was a little more private. It was so calming and peaceful here. Unlike what had just happened. I put my head between my knees and rocked a bit. I was still shaking on the inside. I was a little embarrassed but I was mostly afraid. I was afraid of what my new friends are thinking about me and afraid of the memories. I still had nightmares even though I have b

So maybe he wasn't a fan of talking, selectively mute as humanity had labeled it. It was a privilege, a hard one to earn no less, but you treasured every rare occurrence of speech that graced you. Though to call him silent would be nothing short of grossly incorrect. While Grillby was quiet in the vocal sense, the man was always emitting noise. You would know. You were currently relaxing on the couch with him… Well, you were engaging in some intimate cuddle time pinned beneath him as he coyly placed light feathery kisses along your face, neck, and shoulders. You loved ever whooshing swirl of his ignited embarrassment. Adored every c

You could not -for the life of you- stop giggling. Currently you stood before the full length mirror that hung from your closet door...wearing one of your boyfriend’s large turtlenecks. Gaster was a rather tall skeleton and his turtlenecks almost went to your knees. The sleeves were also much too long for you, not that you cared. It just smelled like him and you couldn't get enough of it. It was like being enveloped like the man. As creepy as that sounded. Your grin widened. It was one of his warm black ones too. You couldn't help but dance around, spinning in front of the mirror. “Oh, he's not getting this back if I can help i