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Self Insert Handplates BittyBones Story- ACT ONE- Paranoia...?

You sat up in bed, cringing as the sunlight flashed your eyes. You checked the clock, 'Ten? Early rising I guess.' Yes, ten was early on your days off, or any other day in fact. You rolled out of bed and put on your favorite black tee shirt. The print on it was the grim reaper riding a cat. You slipped on a gray sweatshirt over it and decided to wear some gray sweatpants. The sweatpants got caught under your shoes every once in a while, so you wore them as pajamas since you didn't see yourself growing anytime soon. You took a peak at your phone, only to see no missed calls, no messages, and no voicemails. You weren't the most sociable of people, so that didn't bother you very much. You creaked open the door and walked down the hallway into the kitchen. You started to make breakfast when you heard something fall. You didn't want to burn your eggs, so you brushed it off as your ears just playing tricks on you.

Sitting down to eat, you couldn't help but get a gut feeling that something, or someone, was watching you. You looked around to see no one. "It's just your head being all wonky from just waking up, Y/N. Don't be dumb," you mummbled as you dug into your eggs. Unlike your dad, you actually put butter and salt in the pan while cooking eggs, so the eggs had more flavor.

Placing the plate in the sink, so turned on the faucet to drown out the alarm signs in your head. "Maybe I should investigate or something." You turned off the faucet and walked into the guest bedroom that you had made into an office since you knew you weren't going to have guests anytime soon. You slowly pushed the door open to see nothing out of the ordinary. Well, except for the dollar store vase you had bought a while back, now shattered on the soft carpet floor. You didn't really care as much as you thought you would, since you didn't really LIKE the vase anyway. You got out of the vaccume, along with some gloves to pick up the bigger shards of glass. As you started picking up the glass, someone moved out of the corner of your eye. You jerked your head up and looked around, then sighed. You smacked the side of your head a few times. 'That's it, I'm getting a mouse trap.'

Once you finished cleaning up the mess, you sat at your desk. It wasn't the best of the best, but as long as you could work, you were content. You decided on a live mouse trap so you could release the critters after you caught them. You only got one, since they were like $20 a piece. You sat back and sighed, again. You were starting to get paranoid with all this 'mice' stuff. Sure, you liked small rodents, and would break down seeing one die. You didn't want one in your walls, though. 'How would they eat? Or drink?' You drowned out your thoughts with Cavetown music. That always helps, right? Music for brain earplugs, whatever that means. You giggled to yourself as you sat on your sofa. But of course, right when you sit down, your phone rings. You groan and look at the screen.

...Jessica?

Your best friend of ten years. You do almost everything together. 'Isn't Sunday the busiest day of the week for the company? The company she works for is always the most crowded on Sundays because a lot more people are off on this day, including you. You picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Oh my goodness, she's alive!" Jessica shouted, you could practically see her pumping her fist up into the air.

You sigh, loud enough for her to hear, "Yes, I'm alive. What do you need, Jessie?"

"Wow, doesn't sound like it!" She laughed, then continued, "Just checking in on you. Making sure your alive and all that."

"Yeah, don't worry about little 'ol me, Jessie. I'm not goin' anywhere." You pulled out the 'lazy' accent you use.

"Alright, that's all I wanted to say! Bye Y/N, love you! 'Blows kiss.'"

"Did you just say 'blows kiss' out loud?"

"Nooooo?"

You sighed, you tend to do that a lot, but laughed afterward, "Love you to, Jessie."

You hung up, switching back to Cavetown blasting into your ears. God, you can't wait until that mousetrap gets here.

(POV Change)- Brother's POV-

1-s woke up to something extremely bright shining into his eyesockets. It wasn't the beams of the lab either. He looked around. Everything was so BIG! He clutched tighter to his brother's ribcage, then started to shiver. Where were they? Most importantly, were they OUTSIDE? This felt like outside, but... not the right kind of outside.

His brother woke up a few minutes after he did. His brother was just as suprised as 1-s.

Brother's voice snapped him out of his trance, "BROTHER, WHERE ARE WE?"

"i don't know bro... i don't know."

"DO YOU THINK... THIS IS OUTSIDE?" Suddenly, Brother stood up and walked around the object they woke up on. "WHAT IS THIS?!" He pointed to a big, glass object next to where they woke up.

1-s walked around it a few times, tapping it lightly, "i'm, uh, not really sure bro. maybe it's a test thing." He retracted his hand from the object, "this might be a test, hold on." He slowly pushed it off of the tall place, letting it fall on the soft stuff on the ground. Bespite it being soft, the object shattered, causing the Brothers to cover their non exsistent ears. 1-s huffed a little bit, then sat down, placing his hands on his legs. His Brother followed him, doing the same thing.

"DO YOU THINK WE PASSED THE TEST?"

"maybe? god, nothing seems right in this place." 1-s looked around once more, then stared at his hands. "i don't like this place, it's too confusing." Brother nodded, seeming to agree.

"DO YOU SMELL THAT, BROTHER?"

He did, it smelt... good, really good." 1-s searched the place for the smell, but it came from a diffent room. "can we leave? for all we know it could be another test."

"MAYBE? I'M... NOT SURE. 'sigh' I'M GOING TO LEAVE."

2-p walked over to the windowsill and grabbed onto the curtain. "UH... HOW DO WE GET DOWN?" 2-p looked over at 1-s, hoping to get an answer.

"uhhh, grab onto it and slide down? hang on." 1-s grabbed onto the curtain and jumped off of the platform, sliding down from it. He landed on the soft floor and brushed himself off.

"WOW! LET ME TRY!" 2-p copied 1-s, succeeding. "OH WOW! THIS FLOOR IS REALLY SOFT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?!"

"not... exactly sure what it is bro."

While they were admiring the soft padding they landed on, they heard the door creak open. Both of the Brothers halted until 1-s whispered, "hide!" 1-s grabbed his Brother by the collar of his gown and hid behind the curtain. Not very creative, but it was the closest thing near them. Someone walked in and stared at the now broken object. They didn't really move at all for about 2 whole minutes. Although it was only two minutes, it felt like a century. Eventually, they left, but came back with a few things. They put a string in the wall and the machine whirred to life. That startled 1-s, badly. He was now shaking violently, as was his Brother. The machine wasn't on for long, but the sound reminded him of... you know what lets NOT think about that right now. They ended up picking up the bigger pieces up by hand. Was this part of the test? Who even IS that person? While they had their back turned, they ended up running across the room, catching the attention of the person they were running from. They jerked their head up, causing both of the brothers to tense up. They REALLY didn't really wanna be seen by them. They were just so... so... BIG! Bigger than other people they've seen. Not that there were really a lot of people they've met. They've really only seen Him, but he doesn't really count to them.

Once they left, the Brothers sagged their shoulders, letting out a breath they didn't know they were holding. "god, who WAS that? why were they so... so..."

"BIG?"

"yea..."

...

....

.....

The silence kept growing. That tended to happen everywhere they went, didn't it? 1-s sighed and slid his hand across the soft ground.

"SHOULD WE FIND SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP?"

"yea, sleep sounds good right now." Sure, it was the middle of the day, but THEY didn't know that, did they?

Let me know what you guys think! ACT TWO should be out soon. Enjoy ACT ONE of the story that has not been titled yet! :)

Self Insert Handplates BittyBones Story- ACT TWO- Tiny Skulls

(POV CHANGE) Your POV-

It had been a day. Your nervousness kept growing until you found the mouse trap on your porch. You mentally squealed and picked up the box, running inside like a drunken schoolgirl. You practically slammed the box on the table and ripped it open with so much force the box almost flew out of your hand. You set up the mouse trap the best you could, but there were no promises it would stay that way. It was about 8pm at that point, and BOY were you tired! You put a few things at the bottom, like peanut butter and half of a Slim Jim. Why the Slim Jim? It was the only other thing you could think of. You quietly opened the door and slid the mouse trap inside, putting it in the corner of the room. You closed the door again and walked out of that room and into your room. You practically jumped onto your bed, embracing the warm blankets. You were out like a light, forgetting the mouse problem. Were they even mice?

(POV CHANGE) Brother's POV

The brothers woke one by one and looked around. They were starving, surviving on a lone bag of chips, which barely had anything in it to begin with.

"HELLO BROTHER."

"hey, bro."

They were starting to get used to this, but the smell that hit their nonexistent noses were not normal.

"do you smell that."

"YEA."

They both got up and walked out of their makeshift shelter, which was a shoe box. They scanned the room until they spotted a box with another soft fabric over it. 2-p walked over to it, noticing a platform leading up to the top of the box. Did that person put his here? Surely they did, who else would do it? Before 1-s could stop him, 2-p was already walking up the platform and onto the box. "be careful, bro." 2-p nodded and opened the lid to the metal box thing. What was inside was some kind of meat stick and a peanut butter glob. 2-p tilted his head and tried to reach for it, but his foot slipped, causing him to fall into the box. His brother's panicked voice was muffled due to the box and the start of a panic attack. 2-p curled in on himself, sobbing, trying to make himself smaller and smaller.

1-s scratched at the box, but got no response. The platform had fallen off due to the opening to the box shutting, so there was no way to get to his brother. 1-s fell to his knees, sobbing quite loudly. Loudly enough to catch the attention of a certain someone. He ran when he heard the door open. The person he had seen the first day walked over to the box and tapped it a few times lightly. The squeak of fear from his brother made him panic even more. The person picked up the box, making 1-s even whiter than before. They walked out of the room, box in hand, and all 1-s could do was sob uncontrollably.

(POV CHANGE) Your POV-

You walked into the kitchen with the mousetrap in hand. Setting the trap down on the table, you took the blanket off to... reveal...

A tiny...

skeleton...

Wait WHAT?!

The skeleton was shaking uncontrollably, bones rattling against the hard floor of the mouse trap. You gasped, practically in a Mom-Mode state, and tore the lid off of the trap. That wasn't a good idea, because the skeleton was now sobbing even harder, trying to curl in on himself more.

You sighed, trying to talk to him the best you could, "Uh, hey little guy. You ok?" You tried to say that it the softest but not babying way possible. It seemed to work a little bit, because he relaxed a little bit, still shaking. You didn't want to do this, but you had no other suggestions in that empty head of yours. You puffed up your chest and scooped up the skeleton, causing him to shriek in surprise. You jumped at the tiny voice, but got over it and sat down, leaning him against your chest. Immediately, he grabbed onto your red sweater and sobbed uncontrollably, making a wet spot on your clothes. You rubbed his skull and talk to him in a quite voice. After a little while, the sobs turned into small hiccups. You spoke again, "You ok now, little guy?" Surpisingly, he nodded and buried his face more into your sweater. You should apologize, so you did, "Uh, sorry for catching you in a mouse trap. Thought you were a mouse, heh." You laughed once and sighed.

The small voice on your chest could barely be heard when he spoke, "W-WHAT ARE YOU G-GOING TO DO TO M-ME?"

Your heart skipped a beat. What? "I'm not going to do anything, dear. There is no need to worry." When was the last time you've spoken with so much care and love? It felt like decades, but you were only 23.

After a few minutes, his breathing slowed, and you realised he fell asleep. On you. In the kitchen. You slowly got up and walked into your bedroom, flicking on the light. It was Tuesday, meaning you had work. You worked from home and sold merchandise on the internet. It was... interesting, to see the personalities of your customers. Some overly nice, some chill, some overly rude, and a lot of people who tried to pay you with exposure. It was tiring, but interesting at the same time. You placed the skeleton in a blanket ring and pulled a blanket over him. You didn't know if skeletons could get cold, but you didn't wanna have to find out the hard way. You turned and walked off, looking at the skeleton one last time before closing the door behind you. You walked down the barren hallway and locked eyes with the guest bedroom door. You wanted to see if that skeleton was the only one, so that's what you did. You opened the door, scanning the room for any movement. You caught a bit of green, the same green as the skeleton's gown, run into your closet. You glided your feet across the carpet before slowly opening your closet door. You poked your head into the closet and looked down. The skeleton on the floor was protecting his neck with his hands, trying to make himself as small as possible. You sighed, a soft but sad one, and knelt down.

You spoke in a soft voice, trying to sound as calm and collected as you could manage, "Hey, little dude."

You smiled, and he jerked his head towards you, "w-where's my brother?"

You tilted your head a little, "Pardon?"

He repeated himself, and you mentally face palmed. Of course! Why hadn't you noticed before! They were siblings! "Ah, he's in my room. If you like, I can take you there and you can see him."

He narrowed his eye sockets at you, "what's the catch?"

You put your arms in a 'x' position, "No catch, promise."

After a few seconds, he reluctantly nodded, and you asked if you could carry him. He seemed frightened, but shakely nodded. You smiled and picked him up, slowly, as not to startle the little guy. You walked down the hallway and opened the door to your messy bedroom. He frantically scanned the bedroom until his eyes caught his brother, still fast asleep on your bed. You placed him on your bed and he ran towards his brother, putting his hands on the other one's side. The taller one shifted and cracked open an eye socket. He shot up and wrapped his brother in a hug. You couldn't make out any words, but they were mumbling to each other. They were now both crying, which made you a bit nervous. You could handle you own breakdowns, sure. But ANOTHER person's breakdown was another story. So you just sat there. Watching them cry in each other's embrace. You broke the tension, "Um, so, this may be a bad time, but may I ask HOW you got into my house?"

The taller one walked over to you, tears still streaming down his face, and put his hands on your thigh. His hands were so small that you squealed in your head. "WE ARE UNSURE ABOUT HOW WE GOT INTO YOUR HOME, BIG PERSON. HE WOKE UP HERE A FEW DAYS AGO..." Oh, so THAT'S where that noise was coming from. That's why the vase broke!

"So it was YOU who broke my vase?" You tilted your head in confusion. The tall one started to shake. "W-WE THOUGHT IT WAS S-SOME K-KIND OF T-T-TEST. WE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT DO WITH IT." The smaller one just stood there, frozen in place while the taller one cried against your thigh.

You... are at a loss of what to do here... You currently have two emotionally unstable tiny skeletons. One is sobbing against you while the other one is trying to comfort the crying one. You sigh and puff out your chest... metaphorically. You place your finger on the taller one's skull and rub in small circles. The small one is watching you with fear and utter distrust while the taller one stops sobbing, replacing them with small hiccups. "I'm not mad, dude. Actually, I've been meaning to get rid of that vase for a while." you place a finger on your chin, "Thanks for getting rid of it for me." You laugh and give them a thumbs up with your free hand.

"R...REALLY?" You nod, and he sighs, trying to hide his relieve as much as possible. You smile, how many times will they make you smile?

You look towards the door and you get an idea, "Hey, how about breakfast? It's still around breakfast time, so we should be good. I have some eggs left, or I can make some toast. How do you like your eggs? Oh wait, I'm rambling again... sorry guys."

"IT'S OKAY, BIG PERSON. SO, WHAT'S BREAKFAST?"

You blinked, confusion welling up inside you. "What?" He repeated himself, and you got more confused. "You guys... don't know what breakfast is?" The taller one shook his head, and the small one just shrugged, sitting on the bed. "Well, I can fix that! We should go right now and eat the biggest breakfast ever!!" You waved your hands in the air as you spoke. You paused for a moment. Wait... you didn't know these guys's names! "Oh! By the way, what are your guys's names?"

The tall one tilted his head, "WHAT'S A... NAME?"

How many times are you going to be confused by this tiny skeleton? "Uh... it's what you're called. For example," You pointed a finger at your chest, "My name is Y/N."

"Y/N?"

"Yep!"

"THEN, MY NAME IS 2-P, AND MY BROTHER IS 1-S." The skeleton, 2-P, didn't seem phased by the lack of a proper name.

"Uh, dude? I don't think those are proper names."

"WHY NOT?"

"Well, I don't know, actually. I've just never heard of names like those?" You shrugged your shoulders. Confusion fills your eyes as you wait for a response.

2-P pauses for a moment, mouth agape, before words formed in his mouth. "WHAT KIND OF NAMES ARE 'PROPER?'"

You tap your chin, trying to think of a few names. You've heard that skeletons are mostly named after fonts, so you go for those. "Well, Comic Sans, for example, or Bubblegum, or maybe Ariel. Like those!" You clasp your hands together, proud of yourself for coming up with a name.

He nods to make notice that he's listening, "WHAT WOULD OUR NAMES BE, THEN?"

You think, then shrug your shoulders, I'm not sure actually. I haven't know you guys enough to tell you guys that."

He nods, again, and rests his head on your thigh, yawning. You smile, even more than you were before, which you thought was impossible. 1-S was already out like a light, and soon after, so was his brother.

Act Two is out! Let me know what you guys think!

Self Insert Handplates BittyBones Story- ACT THREE- Getting to Know Each Other

The sizzling of eggs on a pan broke the tense and awkward air that was in your kitchen. Or, well, you attempted to, "So, uh, what do you guys like to do for fun?"

2-P's small eyelights lit up, "OH! WE DO PUZZLES! DO YOU LIKE PUZZLES, BIG PERSON Y/N?"

You shrugged your shoulders and sighed, "I have a few jigsaw puzzles in my closet. Other than that, I've never really been a puzzle person." Taking the eggs off of the plate, you places them on some mini plates you had lying around. Pouring milk into two shot glasses from your drinking days, you placed the plates and glasses in front of the boys. "There you go guys! Enjoy!" You looked around for a moment, you gasped, "Wait, I forgot forks!" You grabbed two forks and put them next to the plates. "There, NOW enjoy." They, unexpectedly, ignored the forks and dug in with their hands, which made you mentally face palm. 'Ugh, of COURSE! They're too small to handle forks! I have to get, like, tiny doll forks or something." You shook your head, looking to see cleaned plates. You smiled, "How was it?"

2-P beamed at you, "OH, IT WAS WONDERFUL. THAT WAS THE BEST MEAL I'VE EVER HAD!"

You blushed out of embarrassment, "Aw, dude, that's so sweet." You smiled, and his face just got brighter. His brother, though, was not as trusting. He just watched the interaction at a distance, not bothering to speak. At some point while you where spacing out, however, 2-P has brought his brother over.

"BIG PERSON Y/N! THIS IS MY BROTHER! HERE!" 2-P nudged his brother over to you while you were cleaning up.

"hey, bro no, cmon."

"NONSENSE BROTHER, TALK TO HER!"

1-S rolled his eyelights, sighed, and slouched, "hey."

You waved, "Hey." You paused, then got an idea, "You guys like video games?"

"never heard of 'em." 2-P just shook his head.

"Well that's no good! We HAVE to play video games together soon. I have a whole bunch of games on my computer. I also play Tetris, which, is also kinda like a puzzle in it's own way."

It had been a while after that. About twelve hours, to be more clear. Even though you didn't really know them all that well, you began to fall back on the 'husk' form you always knew. You weren't the kindness person, after all. Or that was what everybody you knew told you. Well, besides Jessica, but she lived so far away that the only way of contacting her would be facetime or her phone. You sighed and leaned by in bed. The skeletons were in the guest room were you found them, leaving the door open just a bit to where they could come get you if they needed something. Everybody in the city claims that you always looked, dead? "A husk of what you used to be," was what the lady a few rooms over told you. She, apparently, knew you long enough to know that. You stared at the ceiling, trying to process what had happened. So, you had two skeleton children, or, what you think are children, in your house. You now have to go out more to feed all three of you instead of just yourself. You need to look up tiny skeletons now, which is what you did. You pulled out your phone and typed in 'tiny skeletons,' but found nothing until you scrolled for a little bit to find a sketchy website. You clicked on it, which gave you a ton of info on what you were looking for. Apparently, these guys were 'selling' a small skeleton in a lab coat. The skeleton appeared to be older and taller than the two you found, and he looked BEYOND tired. You heaved yourself out of bed and called the number. Whatever they were doing to that poor soul wasn't good. You knew what abuse looked like, after all.

"Hello?" A scruffy voice on the other end answered after what seemed like endless rings.

"Uhhh... Yea, I saw the website for the skeleton and was wondering how much you were charging for him."

"Name?"

"Oh, shit, yea, Y/N's my name... sorry about that," You heard a pen collide with paper on the other end.

"Little shit's free as long as your don't say anything."

"Really? Oh, ok, then, when are you willing to meet up?"

"Now." You got a little nervous at his tone, but shrugged it off.

"Can I have the address, please?"

He gave you the address and you wrote it down on a post it note. "Alright! I'll be there as soon as I can!" A grunt was all you got as a response as you hung up and sped walked down the hall and into the guest bedroom. "Hey guys, I'm gonna be gone for a few hours or something, ok?" They nodded and you smiled, "Alright! Bye guys! See you later!" They waved and you ran down the hall and out the door. Running to your parking spot, you jumped into the car and put the key. You didn't give a damn about other people other than Jessica, but you DID happen to care about animals and, skeletons, now.

As you drove, a mom like instinct kicked through your veins telling you to huRRY UP AND GET THAT GOD DAMN SKELETON FROM THAT STUPID MOTHER FU- your thoughts were interrupted by your upbeat ringtone. You picked up and spoke, "Hello?"

"Are you almost there? I haven't got all day."

"Ah, yes, I'm just pulling into the place now. Sorry about the wait, mister um..."

"Eric."

You pulled in and got out of the car, trying not to seem nervous. You put on a 'husk' face and slouched. You put a hand out and he took it. He practically threw the cage he had, guessing it was the skeleton. It wasn't a squeak like you heard with 2-P, but more like a cut off scream that was heard when the cage collided with your chest. Before you could talk to him, he had already gone back in the house. You sighed, guess you have another skeleton now. Trying not to jostle the cage too much, you place the cage in the passenger seat. "So... uh... hi?"

...no response. Can't say you didn't expect that.

Gaster's POV

Cages were the new normal were he ended up. This... human girl was trying to talk to him. She seemed like a kind person, judging by her SOUL color. Kindness was sometimes contagious, or so he heard. He wanted to scream, cry, do ANYTHING! But... he couldn't. His spine hurt from the impact of the cage being thrown. He's practically going insane from the lack of nicotine. He's extremely tired from lack of sleep. His head was spinning and he felt like he was gonna throw up despite not having a stomach.

The girl's voice was kind of sad when she spoke, "I... uh, don't really know what happened with you, and a part of me doesn't really wanna know. But, I'm gonna help! Or, well, TRY to help. Don't, like, take that to heart though. Wait, was that offensive? Oh goodness, I'm not... I don't... I sorry." He peaked through the holes to see her slouching more than she was before.

Gaster spoke, "I'm fine, that statement was not offensive, do not worry."

She sighed, "Oh, that's a relief. Here I thought I completely soiled my first impression towards you." She laughed, albeit a small one. "I'm not really the most, sociable of people, so I'm not really good at the whole 'communicating' thing, ya know?"

He nodded, he knew what being nonsocial able was like. He was just like that back... underground... Wait, ARE THEY ON THE SURFACE?! He coughed, "Human? Where are we right now?"

She tapped her chin, "Uh, pulling into my driveway right now, why?"

"No reason."

She gasped, which made him flinch on impulse, "I never told you about the boys!" 'Who?' "I'm not sure if you know them, but they're really sweet! When... 2-P is most of the ti-"

"Who?"

"2-P! I found him in my guest bedroom. His brother's there too! You're gonna love 'em, I just know it! So, do you want me to carry you, or do you prefer the cage?"

"I... do not mind."

"I'm just gonna carry you, then." He didn't move when she opened the cage and picked him up. 2-P... and 1-S, were with this human this whole time? He'll have to check them for injuries, but he had a feeling that they were not. She pushed the door open and kicked off her shoes, slowly walking into the kitchen. She placed her hand on the table and he climbed off of it. "Alright! I'm gonna go get them! Be right back!" She waved and ran down the hall, leaving Gaster alone with his thoughts. He didn't even know where they WERE and that was the least of his problems. He didn't even know where to BEGIN when it came to finding answers for this... this... commotion that was his life right now! First, Eric. Now, some human girl who just happened to have his things! He sighed and buried his head in his hands.

This was going to be a... troubling experience.

Twiggy before she fell underground.

My rev sheet for my version of the goop monster from Handplates. Or Void, as I call him.

Self Insert Handplates Bittybones Story- ACT FOUR- Troubling Would be an Understatement

Your POV-

You ran down the hall, practically jittering with excitement. You opened the door to your guest bedroom a bit and whispered, "Guys? I have someone I want you to meet." Two small heads perked up at your voice. 

You gave them a smile and 2-P smiled back, "HELLO Y/N! WHO IS THIS PERSON?"

"Uh, he hasn't given me his name yet. He has, like, a crack running down his face. A lab coat. Other stuff." Alright, you didn't really like the reaction they gave you at the 'lab coat' description. 

They both tensed, and 2-P spoke, "DO WE UH, HAVE TO MEET HIM?"

"Well, no, but he IS gonna be staying here for a while. Like, a LONG while, but no, you don't." You heard a sigh of relief come from the boys and you trecked down the hall in disappointment. Turning the corner, you leaned against the wall of the kitchen. "Uh, well, they're a little shy right now, so no meet up. But, for now, why don't you rest a bit. Don't think I don't see those bags under your eyesockets, mister." You wagged your fingers in a playful motion, causing the skeleton to roll his eyes. 

He got up and looked over the counter, "Uh, I can't get down."

"Oh, shit, sorry dude. Do you want me to carry you there or...?"

He gave a slight nod and you scooped him up in your hands. Passing the guest bedroom, you turned and stepped foot into your room. Placing him on your bed, you gave a small 'huff,' "Make yourself at home, dude! I'll be in my office if you need me. Have a good nap, little dude!" 

Gaster's POV-

Gaster curled up the best he could with the ache in his nonexistent stomach. Why... why was this human so nice to him!? All of the other humans were absolute garbage to him, even before he was small! Speaking of which, why was he even small in the first place? What happened to him and the subjects? All he remembers before was him staring at the camera in the bo- subject's cell. 

...

....

.....

White, everything was white. He was big again, staring at what seen like an endless white void. It, in fact, WAS an endless, white void. He walked, and he walked, and he walked until he couldn't anymore. Collapsing to the ground, he sighed. There really was no end to this void, was there? This was what he deserved, in a way. He had done terrible things, to CHILDREN, no less. No... it was for the good of the underground. He said he was going to get them all out of there and he MEANT IT. All he was was a mistake. No one cares about him... no one... no on-

"Hello?"

What appeared in front of him was a human. ANOTHER human. She wore round glasses and a red scarf with a tear around her neck. She had what appeared to be a scar on her left cheek, with a blue hoodie and grey sweat pants to go along with it. She was barefoot and appeared to be a child. He gained the courage and spoke, "W-Where am I, human?"

"You're, uh, in the anti void. You're kinda dreaming right now. Still with that other human, small, and asleep." 

She reached her hand out, but he slapped it away, "I can get up on my own."

"I... okay, I guess."

Gaster got up and dusted himself off, eyeing the human as he did so. Now, with regained stamina, he started walking again, with the human behind him. "Why are you following me, human?" 

"To make sure you don't get lost!" She gave him a smile, but he scoffed at it. What did she want? All humans want SOMETHING from monsters, that was how it always was and always will be with the two races. 

"What are your motives?"

The human tilted her head, then smirked, "Not gonna ask me my name first?" Gaster kept glaring, and she giggled, "I'm just teasing, all in good fun. I don't have motives, and my name is Twiggy, by the way. You can call me Twigs, though." She held out her hand, and he reluctantly took it.

"All humans have motives, you MUST have something you must want from me."

She shrugged, "No, but a certain someone wanted me to say he missed you. He wishes to see you again, you know." 

Gaster narrowed his eyesockets at her, "Who are you talking about?"

Twiggy tapped her chin a few times, "He really big, and goopy. Has a skull face and a whole bunch of bones sprawled over him. Ring a bell to ya?"

Gaster's face drained, more so than he ever thought possible, "How do you know him?"

Again, Twiggy just shrugged it off like it was no big deal, "Spooked me by nipping the back of my shirt. Told me to tell you that, nudged me, and left."

He nodded, trying to wrap his skull around that sudden information. 

"Oh! Also, there's someone I would like you to meet. Follow me." She motioned for him to follow and he did. The anti void seemed to get darker and darker until it was just a void. A white, sitting figure sat, head to the floor.

The figure turned and spoke, "Twigs, is that you?"

Twiggy ran over to them and gave them a hug, "Swap! I want to meet someone!"

"I don't know this place like you do, but I'm PRETTY sure that there's no one... out... there." 'Swap' stared at Gaster for a solid minute, then put her hands around her mouth, "Oh my goodness, your from the original Handplates universe." Swap got up and ran over to Gaster and put her hands on his shoulders, causing him to tense. "I have a friend that lives there. Do you know Maple? Well, if so, I'm kinda an alternate version of her. Oh goodness, I'm rambling again. Sorry about that, I've just never been to the original universe before. I'm Swap, if you... already hadn't known that." She put her hand out and Gaster took it. 

Gaster sighed, "So you're a version of Maple? You... kind of look like me though."

"I'm kind of you AND Maple. I'm from SwapPlates. Everyone's roles are swapped. For example, Alphys is captain of the royal guard instead of Undyne, and I'm swapped with you! The only people who aren't swapped are the brothers. I... created them in my AU, but I didn't DO anything to them. It's kinda a MercyPlates situation. I have a wife, her name is Insanity. She's from DustPlates, has a high LV. See?" She showed her hand to reveal a blue and orange ring with tiny bones carved into it. "She had it made to represent Sans and Papyrus, or 1-S and 2-P in your case, isn't that thoughtful? She also got me this." Gaster let out a small gasp as she showed the subjects handplates. It looked to be 1-S and 2-P's handplates, half of each, put together to form one. It now read WDG-1P. 

"How did you-"

"Insanity gave it to me for my birthday last year, won't tell me how she made it or got it. Do you know?"

Gaster shook his head. He was lying, of course, he knew exactly how this Insanity person got it. The only way she could have got it was killing... the brothers... he didn't want to think about that right now. 

Swap's voice shattered his train of thought, "Are you okay? You don't seem to be handling this very well."

"I... am just not used to the lack of color, that is all." He looked at Swap, "Why are you two even here?"

"I go here to smoke, but Twiggy just goes here to relax. Queen Toriel would be pretty mad if she found out I was smoking, heh."

He looked at the black floor, then had a thought, "Is there a way that you two can make me big again?" 

Swap pondered for a bit, then perked up and smiled, "Yea, I think so, but I need someone to help. Follow me!" He followed her through what seemed like an endless loop. Black, white, black, white, it just kept going. During a white transition, however, he saw a familiar figure laying down, supposedly asleep. He backed up on impulse and Swap turned to look at him, "Are you ok?" He shut his eyes and nodded. She smiled, "He not gonna hurt you," she pointed to herself, "Not on my watch!" She walked over to the sleeping figure and lightly shook his skull, "Void, wake up, I need a favor." Void grumbled and nudged his head on her cleavage. Swap pushed him away, "Stop that and get up already."

"Alright, alright," Void sighed, "What is it Swap?" Before she could answer, however, Void had caught sight of Gaster. Gaster tensed more and more until he was eye level with the figure, "My oh my, what do we have here? Docter WD Gaster, in the void? Fall into the CORE already, huh?" 

Swap put her hands in front of Void, "No, he has not. He was shrunk and placed in a different universe by Author-Chan and we need you to change him back."

Void smiled, like a sadistic freak, "That... can be arranged..."

Author-Chan is me for you confused peeps. 

A cliffhanger! Never thought I'd do one of those.  Just a hint though, none of this will be NSFW! I don't swing that way when I write fanfics, so don't expect anything like that. Expect warnings, though. Warnings like self-harm, depression, stuff like that. Oops, did I give another hint about MC? My bad! Enjoy guys! :)

😅My attempt to draw Handplates Gaster for the first time. I’m gonna try it draw him more often so I can get a little practice in with skeletons and his design overall.

I redesigned void a tad bit for my AU. The design and personality still belongs to Zarla of course. The top drawing is void in a more natural form, curtesy of Swap. The bottom drawing is just Void in the, well, Void. :)

Pls why is Gaster so adorable in this panel 😭✋

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That’s right Gaster, your babies have proper skeleton names now like you SHOULD HAVE GIVEN THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE

This whole scene is by far going to be the longest in the entire comic and there’s no way I can condense it down into just one or two or three or so on, so for a while there are going to be breaks in the middle of conversation as it goes along. Unusual for Handplates! But what can you do.

It’s all black here so it’s kind of hard to see but there’s a black tendril hanging onto Sans’s plate hand that follows where he teleports, so he can’t just slip out of there like before. The brothers putting on brave faces here since they don’t want Gaster to know they’re scared. :<

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This is making me more and more sad :(

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Starting to sink in now, huh Gaster. There was indeed a copy of the skeleton book in the lab! Gaster also gave copies to the goatparents though, which is why Asgore had one. Toriel also still has her copy.

He’s glowing a sort of pinkish-red color with white, red normally for pain and white for shock or zoning out - it’s a kind of intense, emotional, painful shock. He only glowed for a second though.

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I understand why sans is reacting that way but I wanna punch him so bad😭

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Really not handling this well, huh.

I think this is the longest comic in the whole series so far, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to get better any time soon. Plz be patient if each one takes longer than usual, haha.

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GET HIM PAPYRUS

Okay THIS is by far the longest one by a WIDE margin, god help me if any of the upcoming ones are this long but I just couldn’t find a good place to break it. You can see it in one piece at Comicfury.

Gaster wasn’t actually going to hurt or attack them, he just wanted to scare them off. The last time he saw them, they were still severely traumatized from his blue magic “lesson“, so he assumes that Papyrus is still completely terrified of it. And to an extent he is! BUT! Asgore worked with him to overcome that fear while they were staying with him! They aren’t the same bbs you used to know anymore, Gaster.

Gaster’s blaster looking a bit worse for wear nowadays.

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He llo, loneliness got to me and I installed a handplates-gaster ukagaka...? Is that how you call them??? Anyway here are some. Doodles

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Seeing things? How strange.

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This whole bit ended up being like 8200px and I didn’t want to do that to myself (again) so I cut it in half, haha. So these two bits are short… well, relatively. I have no concept of what’s short or long anymore when it comes to Handplates pages lol.

Asgore thinking about how the kid is probably going to kill him when they do decide to fight him. Maybe I’ll see you later maybe, hopefully, maybe.

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Oh Alphys, so dependably awkward. Gaster knocked the coffee over on purpose to have an excuse to apologize to her. She doesn’t know what you’re apologizing for, Gaster! And now her shirt is all stained! Although I guess considering he’s been erased from history, does he have something to apologize to her for…? Alphys got spooked by his ghost hands back when she was alone in the lab once, haha. Still remembers how odd they looked! Ugh, this one wasn’t long vertically but the backgrounds really slowed it down, it took a while.

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You know, just happen to have ideas for a translation app, just a coincidence. Just a lot of strange coincidences.

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All the weird things getting tied back together! Or at least, a hypothesis for what’s going on anyway… get to see Gaster looking interested for once which is also rather rare, getting quite an emotional range from him recently, haha.

Praise for Sans from Gaster is complicated for him, all of this is complicated for him! Poor guy. Papyrus’s desperation for his praise and validation is a lot simpler in comparison.

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Handplates! but humanized lol. I happened to see some similar humanish handplates art on twitter and since I’ve been drawing so much human undertale lately and Handplates is one of my favorite AUs, I simply felt like I had to.

Handplates AU by @zarla-s

Live laugh love kid hp gaster

kid gaster WILL make me cry