
-20-Bit of a nerd-Entered the Undertale fandom in January -Like to do my own research-Is a cat person(but still loves my dogs)
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The First Chapter Is Out!
The first chapter is out!
Dear lord that took a lot. More coming soon!
Hello everyone just wanted to let you all know that @blinddreams24 and I have been talking a lot and we decided to make a story with our OC'S. It started out just for fun but then grew into something more, so please join Blind and Mal on their adventures.
Fangs & Frost
What started out as Blind and Mal/Mallory hanging out and having fun slowly became something more as time went on. Blind gets a glimpse at Mal’s dark past and Mal discovers that Blind isn’t living the life she acts like she is.
On this journey, we follow these adoptive sisters as they try to free each other from their past.
Oh and Nightmare, Swad, and Nightjar tag along.
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Monster Under the Bed
Night 2. Cross
Inspired by @starzeah123
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(Next)
You woke up to a thud.
“Ow… What the…?”
Smiling slightly, you rolled towards the edge of the bed and leaned over. “Back again?” Sans must be back. Yes, you knew his name was Sans. You asked Papyrus about his brother after the incident. He didn’t seem worried when you’d mentioned the color his eyelights, he said something like “it happens all the time.” And then he matched off to find his brother.
“What the-?!?” Sans recoiled from you and there was suddenly a giant red sword(knife??) pointed directly at your face. His eyes were almost back to their healthy white color, one was still red, but now there was a scar on his cheek.
You leaned away. “Woah, buddy! Remember me? From last night? You crashed here and had some spaghetti. Do you even remember that?” He did look pretty out of it last night, maybe he didn’t remember.
He looked confused. “I meet a lot of people. But I didn’t go anywhere last night and definitely not here.”
You nodded. “Well, you were. Must have been some party to mess you up that much. Your eyes were different colors.”
“My… what?”
“Well, if you won’t stab me, I’ll go sleep on the couch again.” You moved to grab your bedding.
“Wait, what?? No!” He dismissed the sword and left the comfy cubby. “This is your home. You stay there. I’ll go find some other place.” Now that he was standing, you could see how beat up and exhausted he looked. As if he’d wrestled a tiger and barely got away.
“Uh, no. Sit back down.” You hopped off the bed.
He looked at you. “Excuse me?”
You herded him back towards the cubby. “Sit back down. You’re clearly exhausted and need a break from whatever you were doing before. The cubby you landed in was made specifically to relax in. You stay here. I’ll go get some of Pap’s spaghetti ready. How’s that sound?”
His eyelights lit up in curiosity at the mention of spagetti. He let you gently push him back into the cushions and looked content enough to stay there. “You’re not concerned that there’s a stranger in your home? What if I’m a murderer?”
“You asked the same question yesterday.” You smiled. “I’d figure it out. Besides, I think a murderer would have killed me the first time and not come back around to have spaghetti. Hang on a moment.” You left him in his confused state and quickly made some spaghetti before bringing him the same bowl and fork as yesterday.
“Here you go. Pap’s leftover friendship spaghetti ready for you to enjoy.”
Sans smirked a little and looked curiously at the meal before carefully taking a bite. His face scrunched up slightly and he coughed. “…Woah, uh, thank you?”
Huh. He acted as if he’d never eaten Pap’s spaghetti before. Shouldn’t Sans be used to the taste? “Are you okay?”
He shook his head and waved you off. “I’m fine. I just didn’t expect… the flavor.” He coughs a few times. “I think I’m good. I’m really not very hungry anyways. Thank you though.” He set the bowl down on the nightstand, watching it as if it had insulted his mother.
You chuckled and took the bowl. “I get it. It’s not for everyone.” You took the fork and scooped some into your mouth, much to Sans’ horror. It tasted normal to you. “How long has it been since you’ve had your brother’s spaghetti?”
He oddly looked nervous. “Uh… it just been a while… I honestly prefer tacos.”
Tacos? Didn’t Sans hate tacos?
“You like tacos?” You asked.
He smiled. “They’re the first food I had after Ink-…” His smile falters when he looks at you. “…y’know what. It’s nothing.”
Ooookay?
You walked over to your bed and grabbed your bedding.
“Hey, wait, what are you doing?” He asked.
Hands still on the blanket above you, you looked down at him. “I’m moving to the couch.”
He stood up. “No, you’re not. This is your house. This is your room. I’ll take the couch.” He shoved your blanket back on the bed and moved towards the door.
Didn’t he take your room last night?
“Sans, y-”
He flinched. “Don’t call me that. Please.” He looked back at you. “Just… Just call me Cross.”
“Cross?” You were confused. “Can I ask why you’d rather be called Cross?”
He looked away and his hand landed on the doorknob. “…No. I’d rather you didn’t.” He steps out and locks the door from the inside, effectively locking himself out of your room. “Keep this locked when you have guests. You never know what you could be housing.” With that, the door clicked shut.
. . .
Huh.
You could hear him lay across the squeaky couch and settle in for the night.
Well, at least you could sleep in your own room tonight and not have to worry about waking up to someone staring at you. You smiled at the door and went back to bed. San- Cross was a lot more pleasant tonight. He’d been sweet even. You climbed back into your bed and burrowed under the blankets.
Hopefully, he’d still be there in the morning so you could get some answers and help him home. But right now you were too tired. You could wait.
The couch was empty.
You sighed. He was gone. Not that you were keeping him here! You just had some unanswered questions but it was fine.
Entering the kitchen, you found a large grocery bag and a note on the table.
That definitely wasn’t there before. You peeked inside the bag to find ingredients for sandwiches, a box of cereal, and milk. Your eyes widened. You hadn’t really worried about food since you always had Pap’s spaghetti gifted to you every time you saw him. It had been a while since your food gallery had normal food in it. It made your mouth water.
You decided to read the note.
From: Cross
To: I never actually asked for your name, sorry
The food on the table is yours. You should be eating better than leftover spaghetti for every single meal. Especially that spaghetti.
I had to leave early for work, I hope you understand. Please enjoy your food.
Farewell, I hope we meet again in just as pleasant a fashion as last night,
Cross
p.s. I also bought you tacos but accidentally ate them all otw back. Sorry.
You chuckled at the last addition to the note. However was telling everyone that Sans didn’t like tacos was a complete liar.
Setting the note down, you quickly made yourself a bowl of cereal and put the milk in the fridge before it got warm. Oddly enough, it was still cold when you pulled it out of the bag. He must have just left.
You were definitely going to hang on to that note. There was a chance you’d never see him again but you still wanted to remember the stranger.
You couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.
@itsxroxannex @artpepkin
Get ‘im
greetings
i forgot my password for a while and now i am back
and what a lovely day it is to inform you that unless this post gets one thousand notes i will indeed NOT be drawing killer in the maid outfits anons keep sending me
Monster Under the Bed
Night 5. Error
Inspired by @starzeah123
(Language warning)
(First)
(Previous)
(Next)
Thud.
“FU-U-CK!!¡!”
You sat up. That was definitely a different voice and they didn’t sound… reasonable. After meeting Killer last night, you were hesitant to show yourself until you knew your new guest wasn’t directly dangerous. Killer hadn’t hurt you but he’d implied that he wanted to. You were just trying to be safe.
“D-D-Disg-gusting…” said the glitchy voice. “Wh-Where the he-he-hell did h-he-?” There was a pause and then you heard cloth shifting and the telltale squeak of your rubber ducky plush. He gasped. “O-Oh my sta-sta-stars! M-M-Mine n-now.”
Okay, maybe this guy wasn’t so bad.
“Hello?”
Nevermind!
Blue strings shot onto your bed and yanked you onto the floor by your soul. You cried out in pain at the fall and the tight strings on your soul. This was not at all what you were expecting.
A monster stood over you. A skeleton with a void black skull and odd bright colors decorating his body. His sockets were a piercing red instead of the hollow black you were used to. His yellow teeth grinned at you menacingly but it was difficult to take him seriously while he cradled your duck plush in one arm.
“Gr-Gr-Great. Ano-o-other anomaly-y to de-delete.” He growled.
“Wait!” You couldn’t move anything but your head and it scared you. It probably had something to do with your soul not sitting in your chest properly. “Wait, I’m not a threat to you!”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “As i-i-if y-you could b-be.” The fingers of his free hand which held the strings attached to your soul started to curl. You felt immense pain in your entire body.
“AH!!! Wait!!” Ditch effort but here goes. “I know the guys!!”
The strange skeleton paused. “…Th-The g-guys? Be m-m-more specif-if-ific.”
“Cross! And Killer and Horror and Dust! They’ve been coming by every night!” You said, trying to keep the pain out of your voice.
The skeleton raised a brow. “You m-met Ki-Killer? An-An-and survi-vi-vived-d?” He laughed and the ducky squeaked. “I-I-I’d say I d-don’t believe-eve y-you, b-but…” He looked under the bed and his eyelights seemed to lock on that location. “I-I-I c-can see th-the c-c-code. H-Hmm.” He turned back to you. “W-What did y-y-you do?”
“Uh… I fed them spaghetti.”
The skeleton burst into laughter. “Sp-Spaghet-et-etti?? Those sym-sympathetic id-d-diots!”
“Would you like some?” You offered.
He paused and looked at you. “E-Eat y-your stupid fr-friend-endship spaghet-etti? F-F-Fuck n-no. The o-only th-thing of in-interest y-you could po-po-possibly have i-is choco-colate.”
“Oh. I have some chocolate too.” Oddly enough, you immediately regretted saying that.
His eyes locked on you and you suddenly felt a strong sense of dread. “Wh-Where?”
You glanced at the door and then your bound soul. “Uh… I can go get it if you-“
The strings fell off your soul. “Get it.” He demanded. Not asked. Demanded.
He was probably used to getting his way. Despite that, you didn’t see a reason not to get the chocolate.
You stood and walked into the kitchen, your guest right behind you. “A friend gave me some a few weeks ago and I never got around to eating any.” Opening a cabinet, you pulled out a box of chocolates.
The box was immediately snatched from your hands by the greedy gremlin.
“Geez. Warn me next time?” You chuckled as he practically inhaled the chocolates. You could have sworn you saw multiple tongues scoop the chocolates out of the box but it was dark so you weren’t sure.
When he finished, you spoke again. “Was it good?”
“Psh.” He scoffed, tossing the empty box aside. “N-Not even m-my top fifty-ty-ty.”
You raised an eyebrow. “How often do you have chocolate?”
“A-A-All the t-time.” He walked past you and his strings pushed you out of the way though you weren’t even close to him or the duck. “Th-The r-room is m-m-mine n-now. H-Have f-f-fun on the c-c-couch.” The door to your room shut and locked before you could even process what happened.
So… the couch.
Without so much as talking back to the skeleton who obviously thought the world revolved around him, you got settled on the couch. Despot the initial scare and soul grab, tonight had gone by a lot faster than the last few encounters.
He’d be gone in the morning. You were sure of it.
He was not gone.
You were roughly yanked off the couch by your soul, again. And looked up to see the dark skeleton standing over you, again.
He let go of his strings and they released your soul. “Oh m-my st-stars! J-Just get up-p!” He growled impatiently, the ducky still under his arm.
You stood, stretching and holding back grumbles and groans at the rough treatment. “Morning.”
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms around the plush, making it squeak softly. “Sh-Shut up. You’ve c-c-caught N-Nightmare-are’s attenti-tion. H-He’s a th-thousan-sand t-times w-worse than Ki-Killer a-and he’s af-after y-you. S-So don’t b-be an id-idiot an-and actually l-lock y-your d-d-doors.” He gave you a manic grin. “O-Or d-don’t. I-I w-would enjoy-joy s-seeing m-more vi-violence in th-this world. It’s-s b-boring-ing.”
You blinked. “…I’ve caught whose attention?”
He grinned. “I-I th-think I’ll le-leave that-at t-to y-y-you.” A glitchy white rift opened up behind him and he stepped through.
“Hey! Wait! You can’t just drop that on me and leave!” You sputtered in frustration.
He just grinned at you and the rift closed with a glitchy pop.
. . .
“Great.”
YO LETS DO THIS!!!

SANS AU TUMBLR SEXYMAN MASTERPOST
[Updates everyday]
All polls are on my twitter account (yes I know not here, sorry xD)
ROUND 1
Seraphim (The Thought by TratserEnoyreve) vs FellSwap Sans (FellSwap Gold by Blackgum) Fell (UnderFell by Fella/Vic) vs Color (OtherTale by Super Youmna) Cross (XTale by Jael Peñaloza) vs Murder (DustTale by ask-dusttale) Swap (UnderSwap by p0pcornPr1nce) vs Fatal!Error by Xedramon Error by CrayonQueen vs Horror (HorrorTale by Sour-Apple-Studios) Saness (UnderPants by Sr Pelo) vs Killer by Rahafwabas Epic (EpicTale by yugogeer12) vs Reaper (ReaperTale by Ren) SwapDream by Song_A and Litemong vs Nightmare (DreamTale by Jokublog) Insans (Alive by tatatale) vs Crossbones (TS!Underswap by Team Switched) Ink (_____Tale by Comyet) vs Bill!Sans by Hwamyong Fresh by CrayonQueen vs Outer (OuterTale by 2mi127) Slash by ProductionRoxy vs Ganz (GZTale by NixenSiBrat) Dream (DreamTale by Jokublog) vs Pale!Ink by Unu-nunium Fresh!Ink by Comyet vs Therapist by tehRogue Geno (AfterTale by CrayonQueen) vs G!Sans by Borurou (EchoTale by Yoralim) Arz by DanielaVE vs Lust (UnderLust by NSFWshamecave)
wait weren't we moots already? I forgor
Oh yeah
I forgor aswel