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Heyo guys it’s been a minute! I know i haven’t posted on here in a while. With the virus going around I have been working many many hours and hardly had much down time between it all. But now that things are starting to reopen up and things slowly getting back to “normal” my shifts have almost gone back to how they use to be. So hopefully I can get back to making content for you guys again. I am alot more active on my tiktok (@ derpsamme ) as of lately with posting cosplay stuff and art stuff so if you want to follow me on there it would be greatly appreciated.
Anyway I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy. ♡
Alastor had been hiding out in the small wooden shed on the isolated land he owned in the heavily wooded area off of New Orleans. He did own a quaint log cabin that rested on the property as well however, for the sinister deeds he were committing… well he wouldn’t dare ruining a perfectly good rug to say the least. Alastor sat hunched over on the floor reading through a dark and dangerous “magic” book he acquired from a precarious shop in town. There were plenty of interesting spells and rituals lining each page. Although there was one that caught his eye specifically, he had already spent the past few days gathering the necessary items to properly conduct the ritual. Using blood from his most recent victim he draws the large pentagram on the floor placing candles on each point of the star. He also placed the items recommended for summoning the big bad ruler himself. Lucifer… Alastor had mainly planned to summon him to make a deal of power on the mortal realm. Not that he really needed it, as he was the infamous New Orleans killer and radio talk show host. Not many people suspected him of the horrendous crimes, he was very skilled at not leaving behind evidence. Many years of practice surely, however he seemed to have made an error it his latest killing. He would need to fix that soon, he was confident that even with that mistake he would get off scott free. A smug grin on his face he looked over the old worn pages and began the ritualistic summoning. Offering the items, some blood and other sacrificial objects, he smiled sadistically as he saw the magic begin to work. Small black tentacles sprung from the ground and began to pull the gracious offerings.
A pleasant sigh leaving his lips, “Ah~. I have done it. Heh.. Soon I will have the power I need.. ” The smile never leaving his face as he watched as the earth slowly its gifts. A soft amused chuckle escapes him, “yes.. take my offerings-” Alastor was cut off momentarily as he saw the ground start to illuminate a bright yellow light, “wait.. what is..?” Before he could mutter another word the light shown through brighter and harsher then ever. He used his arm to shield his eyes from the blinding light, “-rrk!” He hissed out in discomfort, slowly lowering his arm getting accustomed to the light at this point “huh?”. Alastor could not believe his eyes, as he stared at the sight in front of him.
The plan was that he would summon one of the most powerful demons in all of hell. However he is surprised by what he does summon instead..
Twisted and emerging from the fiery entrance from the floor was a woman. She didn’t seem to look much like a demon beside the large horns protruding from her head and white complexion. She wore a strapless pink dress, as her hair hung loose flying around her head wildly. Her eyes were shut, allowing Alastor to see her unique eye shadow pattern and colors. Her cheeks were rosy pink, contrasting the black lipstick she wore. He sat in shock looking up at the demoness belle, then after a moment his confusion settled in. “T-this is one of the most powerful demons in hell.. how is that possible?”
The crackling sound from the hellfire along with the enchanting sight was enough to distract Alastor, “that’s.. incredible.” As he was basking in the warmth and beauty of the dame he didn’t hear the loud and quickly approaching footsteps heading his way. Only when the group of men outside started to shout snapped Alastor from his daze.
“IT’S THE POLICE WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!”
“OPEN UP ALASTOR!!”
The roudy men outside were growing impatient as Alastor did not respond to them.
“BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!”
Loud banging and cracking commenced as the men outside began to kick and fight to break down the thick wood door Alastor had. He clicked his tongue annoyed as he wasn’t expecting them to be there. Had he really been caught already?! He is not going to give up like that! He quickly slammed the book shut ultimately stopping the ritual halfway causing the woman and fire to sizzle back into the floorboards.
As the police continued to fight their way through the door he quickly used a secret back door that lead him out the shed and out to the woods. He started to run, as far and fast as he could manage. He could hear the men continue to shout at him from behind as well as a few loud dog barks. They were getting closer but he had to keep moving forward however his fate had a different idea. Little did he know that was the day Alastor would die… hell was waiting on his arrival.. A loud gun shot rang through the dark empty woods and that was the last thing Alastor heard as the 2 police dogs grabbed his lifeless body pulling it down to bleed out on the grass.
Shortly after Alastor found himself in hell, and he wasted no time making himself known. Taking in the raw power of his new found demon abilities, he continued to cause chaos for decades. He had almost wanted forgotten his mortal life completely, that was till he stopped in front of a shop that was crowded with a few other nosey onlookers. He saw it was a news broadcasting with a particular guest on it, the very daughter of Lucifer himself, although the interview seemed normal and idiotic so he wasn’t paying it much mind until.. she started to sing. She had let her demon form slip out, his interest peaked as he remembered that dame from before.. as the same one who entranced him that night. A deep amused grin once again lined his cheeks. So we do meet again.. “Miss Charlie Magne.. I will be seeing you soon..” After watching the hilarious fighting conclusion of the interview, he turned on his heel and hummed showtimes as he made his way to her “Happy Hotel”.
Alil different and yes I know it’s more Hazbin Hotel stuff but can you blame me?! Its so good. Anyway this is based off an idea I had of maybe Alastor had met Charlie before but she didn’t remember or recall it. (Maybe she would recall being summoned but not by who) . Idk thought it would be cute. Lol
You know like in flowerfell, that the flowers started to weaken frisk to the point of death? Well could that happen in this au? If someone lies enough.
Hmm it could very much happen that way. it is extremely rare though since over time carrying too many flowers can be painful, like in the instance of Chara from this au the flowers did eventually kill them however what killed them was a poisionous flower blooming in their throat ultimately ‘choking on their words’. They were completely covered head to toe with flowers (so just walking for them was like walking on nails) and usually the flowers only bloom on the outside of the body. But depending on if there is no more room to bloom flowers or if you tell such a lie that physically hurts you to say. It can kill you. Example comparison:
Chara lied so much (for fun) that the flowers no longer had places to bloom so it bloomed inside them and killed them.
Princess (for the story Toriel tells Frisk in Chapter 1) died because to protect her beloved she lied to her father. And the heartbreak from it caused a flower to bloom in her chest and that killed her.
Also flowers affect humans and monsters a bit differently. Humans are fragile so just one flower inside them can kill them however with Monsters magic abilities (such as healing or high HP) they can have several grow (well in example of Sans they can bloom inside his ribcage and he could be fine.. for the most part) but if one blooms on on a monsters soul that could kill them.
So ..yes the flowers could weaken a character to death in theory.
Hope that makes sense and answers your question. Thanks for asking!
Heya guys its been a minute. I know I haven’t been posting much of anything recently but also just been really behind on posting some au content! And I really wanna get back into the swing of it and working back on my lovely story. So lets open up the questions again!!
All characters are available for questions. Please specify who you are asking from or talking to!! You can ask silly questions to one or more character, ask about the lore or backstory or even like details on the au itself. Heck feel free to ask me questions as well!! I love to interact with you all. And i would love to break out of this rut and get back into my groove!
I know it is a free space day or like a do whatever you want day so ima go over a few headcanons of mine. Let’s go!
Alastor still uses an old 1920s telephone. (Hear me out) it is common knowledge that cellphones and other devices exist in hell but, I believe Alastor is so stuck on to his human life that he refuses to use cell phones . Whether it be personal preference or not knowing I choose the latter. I think is would be hilarious if like he had to go on a shopping run at a shop or store and had to call Charlie to ask what she needed again. He would manifest the ancient device and slowly dial out to Charlie. It made me chuckle when I thought about it.
“Charlie my dear, did you want whole milk or… what the hell is 2%?”
(Idk I thought it was funny.)
Alastor’s staff always listening. And I’m sure it given the chance it will rat him out since it would simply relay what Alastor said previously. So say if Alastor spoke to Charlie or spoke about her in an endearing way the staff would be there to hear it. Like imagine it like this.
Husk: “So Al how do you feel about Miss Sunshine over there?”
Alastor: “hmm I have no opinion on the young lady.”
Al’s staff: “He thinks she is a charming and cute little dame.” *starts to play back audio recording of Alastor rambling about Charlie*
Alastor: *Yeets staff*
Charlie is just as bad as Alastor when it comes to flirting. She may be part succubus however it doesn’t help in the romance department. Her pick up lines would be awkward or really cheesy. So instead when she tries to flirt she would burst into random song. Almost to serenade him. He would of course find it charming and probably join in the song putting his own reprise on it as a response to her flirt or song. Like a playful flirty duet.
Alastor will more often the not be little spoon. (Fight me on it lol) with his thing of not liking to be touched Charlie would be that exception. He would only allow her to touch himself, ears, etc. (Taken since he only seemed to openly allowed her to touch him. While the others he touched but only when he had too or for only a brief moment) With this exception of only letting Charlie touch him I feel he would be nuzzled up against her most nights, arms around her waist, face in neck. Full cuddle mode. While she would softly stroke his hair, back or ears till they passed out.
Alright that is only a few but, the main ones I could think of atm.
Alastor: “Well what did you think of the picture show, my dear?”
Charlie: *starry eyed* “It was amazing! It’s been so long since I got to see one! Thank so much for taking me!”
Alastor: *soft chuckle* “Well of course, I am happy to have accompanied you this evening.”
Charlie: *soft smile with a slight blush* “We should do this again soon..*
Alastor: "I look forward to it dear.”
Charlie has an umbrella because she believed it was going to rain and she didn’t want to bring it and not use it. So she figured to use it regardless. And yes. She has Alastor’s jacket over her shoulders, it was chilly out and he is quite the gentlemen.
Since I missed out on day 3 cooking and today is Jealous or Possessive I will just combine the two! And instead of art it will be a one shot for now unless if people want more. I have written a few fanfics in my day but this will be the first one of Charlastor. Hope you all like it!
Warning: slightly Lemon
Alastor was sitting in the small shared office he had with Charlie, quietly thumbing through paperwork. It has been about 2 months since he arrived at the hotel and with his help, the hotel is in working order. Well along with Nifty and Husk’s help as well, but it was all the same. Alastor’s low radio humming stacticed for a moment as his mind started to wonder. Though the radio demon would probably never admit to it, he had an itching feeling creep up when his lovely business partner was near him. His eyes moved up to the large oil portraits on the wall to his left. The small porcelain face, bright rosy cheeks, and large deep black eyes framed delicately with soft blonde hair stood center of her parents. While staring at the painting his underlining radio tunes moved from slow jazz like melodies to sickening sweet love songs. He shook his head and cleared his throat, he knew what that itching feeling he had was. He deeply enjoyed her company, the demon belle was one who enjoyed his humor and spontaneous songs or dance. She was a graceful dance partner indeed, holding her close to himself looking down into her large, wide doe eyes. Like an innocent prey unknowingly stepping into a dangerous trap, and his trap is his arms.
He wanted her… and only her.
He could feel that deep, hungry urge bubbling in his stomach. His desire to capture his sweet dame and hide her away to where she could be his and his alone. He tapped his nails impatiently on the hard wood desk, his mind wondering over all the possibilities.
The soft click of the office door alerted the deer and he snapped back to his normal friendly smile as the demoness herself walked inside.
“A-Alastor? Still hard at work I see.. it’s well past midnight.” She slowly walked her way over to stand in front of his desk, into the dim light of the small lamps on the corner of his desk.
He kept his gaze on her the entire time, basking in the elegant way she moved. Even now as she stood in the warm light, her small frame and face outlined in red sent a tingle down his spine.
“Why yes my dear, there ain’t no rest for the wicked as they say. Hahaha!” The radio laughter joining his his chuckle, earning a small laugh from Charlie herself. His grin widened ever so slightly as he leaned forward placing his chin on his clawed hand. “My question is, why are you awake my dear?
A soft blush could be seen on her face as she stammered for a moment. "O-oh well I did try to get some sleep but, I-it seemed I couldn’t.” She twiddled her thumbs anxiously, biting her lip softly.
Alastor never took his eyes off his princess, and the nervous display she was showing him was a treat. Along with the thin white and pink polka dot pajamas she wore adding more to her innocence. “Couldn’t sleep? Why that just won’t do!” He stood from his chair and walk over to her side. Her large eyes looking up to meet his own, the sight of them hammered a steady beating in his chest. Although he held back his urge to grab her and ravage her body right here on the floor. There would be time for that later… Vaggie and Charlie had taken a break from their relationship since the stress of running the hotel weighed on Charlie. In return she and Alastor spend alot of time alone together which pleased Alastor greatly. He was always clenching his fist behind his back when he would see Vaggie pulling Charlie away from him. It took all of his restraint to not kill the small ill tempered girl. No matter how much he would of enjoyed watching her suffer, and the satisfaction of finally having no one to take his Charlie away would of been bliss. However the disappearance of Vaggie would surely break Charlie’s heart and he would never wanted to see that cheer expression leave her face. So he did his best to hold out on those twisted urges, gratefully it was getting closer and closer to time of making her his. He just had to play his card right..
“How about we have late night dessert and tea?” He suggested this his companion offering his hand, Charlie took no time to take the demon’s hand.
“That sounds like a great idea!” She smiled widely moving her hand to wrap around his arm. Alastor marveled the feeling of her arm intertwined with his. He was usually the gent who never liked to be touched by anything or anyone. Charlie was the only exception.
“Wonderful. I have the perfect tea blend that will put you right to sleep. Works better then most knock out drugs! Haha!” With a smile and nod from his dame, they made their way down to the kitchen.
When they entered the large room, Charlie let go of Alastor’s arm even if it hurt him a bit inside he allowed it. She moved over to the large metal counters and pushed herself to sit up on top of it. Alastor’s smile softened a bit, she would normally do that when she knew Alastor would be cooking. She would sit and watch in awe as he would cook. He enjoyed the way her eyes sparkled when she watched him.
Making his way over to collect the kennel and tea caps, he snapped his fingers with a flourish. He summoned two of his specialty tea bags placing them inside the cups before filling the kennel and letting it boil. Looking back over at Charlie, “What would you like me to make you my dear?”
She blinked for a moment thinking a for a moment. “Oh I’m not sure.. make whatever you like. I’m sure I love anything you make!” She smiled eagerly at him, as he simply chuckled.
“Why thank you my dear. Give me a moment. I might have something to perfectly compliment our tea.” He moved over taking off his coat and draping it on her shoulders. This earned a surprised and curious look from Charlie.
“It’s to keep you warm my dear, your nightly garb isn’t much against nightly.. chills.” He smiled slightly as his eyes quickly examining her body, seeing his coat on her made his mind wonder back to his… thoughts back in the office. A sinister look in his eye but his smile holding that friendly energy. “May I say you look ravishing in red.”
Charlie blushed, looking down shyly as she slowly twirled a strand of hair in her fingers. “R-really? I - um..” she was cut off by a finger lifting up her chin allowing the pairs eyes to meet.
“I am the upmost serious, dear.” He stood over her figure, looking down with a mischievous grin. “I think you should wear red more often in my professional opinion..” she softly shuddered at his touch, her cheeks reddening while there was a flash of her eyes turning red. Alastor caught that too, he had a strong pulse of hungry run through him. Oh how he wanted to devour her, not in his usually cannibal way. No no, more in the way to appease the hungry beast trembling through his insides. He knew he held this strong desire for her, but he wanted her to return that urge. That longing…
He softly chuckled before breaking the mood. “Well shall I be getting started.” Turning his back to her she could feel her disappointment radiating off her. He paid it no mind as he gathered the ingredients he needed to make the dish for her. He mixed and prepared the items pouring them into the small crust shaped like a bowl. Sprinkling the top generously with powdered sugar as the kennel of water began to scream. “Perfect timing.” He snapped his fingers summoning a small strawberry and flower on top of the tart as he poured the water into the tea cups.
Charlie stared at the dessert in awe as a drop of drool rolled down her lip. Alastor smirked before carrying over the tea cups, handing one to Charlie.
“Would you like 2 cubes of sugar, sweetheart?” He held out a jar filled with sugar cubes. She blushed, and nodded accepting his offer. Allowing him to place in the sweet cubes into her cup. After placing down the jar he reached up and used his thumb to wipe off her lip. “My, my, please save the drooling for the dessert.” His finger lingered on her bottom lip for a moment, her cheeks once again ignited with crimson.
“A-alastor I..” again the demoness was cut off by the radio demon that re-positioned his finger over her lips softly quieting his dame.
“Charlie dear, your treat is ready.” A smirk on his face he turned and reached for the small cheesecake tart. However it was his turn to be interrupted… he felt his being tugged and pulled back to meet the red eyed succubus on the counter. Her demon form showing with her blood red eyes, and horns protruding from her head. The sight was enticing as they both smiled wickedly, Alastor internally growled at the mere energy rolling off her body.
“Forget that, I’m feeling hungry for something else..” Even the suggestive tone from Charlie caught Alastor by surprise. This was the same sweet, naive Charlie he knew but, her immense desire took over made it seem she was someone entirely new…. he loved it.
He chuckled as his antlers started to coil and stretch out. “I believe something can be… arranged. However, my dear once it is done. You belong to me and only me..” He leaned in close to her lips almost touching. “So do we got a deal?” He could feel her soft lip tremble as her breath was shaky, as he hummed softly waiting for her response.
“Deal.” She sealed that with a desperate kiss pulling him in roughly by his shirt. Giving into both of their cravings they indulged themselves in each others embrace. After a heated moment they severed themselves for a moment to catch a much needed breath. A sinister smile on Alastor’s face looking down at the disheveled Charlie.
“Why, my dear you are the best treat I ever had. Now~ let’s warm up this fire more. I like my food hot and savory..” Lowering his head and sinking his teeth into her shoulder as she whimpered softly. Melting back into that fiery passion that they formed, ignoring the actual fire they have cause around them.
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Joined in on the bandwagon of making a Hazbin Hotel fan character. (Fc / Oc)
She is a feline shadow demon. Her magic looks similar to purple fire or ash colored smoke along with her shadows.
(pronounced like Cycle, cus’ her magic all works with what comes around go around motto)
>>1926 (didn’t get to see the wonderful market crash of 1929. Though she marvels at the stories told by Alastor. They were good for a laugh.)
>> A bit unhinged, and a bit wild. No such thing as personal space or anything between it. (Will sit arm on arm if engaged in a conversation or likes you.) Although she can be quite strong when she needs to be… She is lazy. Only contributing when she is bored or is directly involved.
>> When she was alive she worked as a secretary at a large company but, slowly the company was going under and she lost her job. Angry at the loss of job and lively hood she dug into work with some occult stuff cursing her boss to the high heavens. However the magic soon made its way back to her, causing her to go insane and with the brink of madness she was struck by a truck. Her dabbling in black magic and other occult activities threw her into hell.
She comes to the hotel to “rehabilitate” in order to go to heaven just to off her boss once more and maybe bring him back down with her.
Sans let out a single “heh” at the small puzzle themed joke while on the other hand Papyrus crossed his arms, walking off. “I WILL JUPE YOU! AND CAPTURE YOU AND END YOUR STUPID PUNS!” Papyrus felt annoyed, he could barely handle one pun loving fool, but now there were two! Not to mention she was not taking her traps seriously with the ridiculous puns. “I WILL SHOW HER NOT TO MAKE A FOOL OF THE GRRRRREAT PAPYRUS. NYEH HEH HEH!” He pumps a triphumant fist into the air. Moving on to work on his next trap he grumbles, placing a note on a plate of spaghetti that was sitting next to a microwave. He was sure that Frisk would love his cooking, after all he was the new and improved chef of the Royal Guard! Although looking down at his latest masterpiece he had to fight the urge to eat it. This was a trap for the human!! Maybe if he was lucky there could be left overs! He proclaimed his signature ‘Nyeh heh heh!’, before moving over to the next trap.
Meanwhile back at the previous trap Frisk walked over to Sans, she didn’t meet his relaxed gaze. “He’s not the kind to like puns huh?” She was looking in the direction where Papyrus wandered off too, “yet you look like your having fun.” With that she finally meets his pinpricks, she offers a friendly smile, before she heads on forward to the next trap. She figured the traps will be over with soon, she also needed to find warmth soon. She could feel her legs tingle from the cold. Sans continued to watch Frisk as the continued on, letting her vanish from his view.
Frisk approached the small table however by the time she got to it the spaghetti was frozen to the plate. She looked over at the microwave but looking at it closer, she noticed it was not plugged in nor had a way to power it or use it. “A poor waste of food..” she took out a small paper and pencil and wrote, 'Sorry Pap I couldn’t eat it. Maybe we can make some later and eat together.’ She smiled putting the note down before putting the materials away. With that all done she continued on forward down the path, while alone in her thoughts she wondered why everything she had done till now was so familiar yet not. She didn’t know why but it saddened her that she couldn’t remember if she had done this before, she shook her head before continuing forward to the next trap.
Further down the line Papyrus stands behind some spikes jutting out of the floor. He watched as Frisk completes the first part of the trap and the spikes revert into the floor. “I SEE YOU HAVE PASSED MY SPAGHETTI TRAP. YOU ARE A WORTHY ADVISORY INDEED!”
Frisk walked over to the tall skeleton brother, “Oh hello again Papyrus. About the spagh-” Frisk was cut off by Papyrus as he continued his speech.
“FOR YOU SEE I AM THE BEST COOK IN THE ENTIRE UNDERGROUND, AND MY SPAGHETTI IS RIVALED BY NONE. HOW DID YOU SURPASS MY SPAGHETTI TRAP?” He looks down at the small human almost intimidatingly. She went to open her mouth to speak but shut it thinking he wasn’t done talking yet and she was right. He began to ramble a bit, nothing in particular that Frisk noticed but he stopped for a moment. “THAT IS TRIVIAL AT THE MOMENT, WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT NOW…” He practically pouts as he squats down to meet her eye level. “WAS THERE ANY SPAGHETTI LEFT FOR ME?”
Frisk looked at the taller skeleton with a smile, “Oh. Um.. About the spaghetti.. It was frozen to the plate so I couldn’t eat it and the microwave didn’t have power to cook it… but if you want we can eat spaghetti together when we get to Snowdin! I would love to try your cooking.” That wasn’t a lie, she would like some good pasta right now. She did feel a bit hungry walking around doing all the traps. She did have some snacks in her inventory, maybe she would have a small one after the next trap. Speaking of which, "So what’s the next trap Pap?“
"OH…WELL…ABOUT THAT…” He looked over at the puzzle that almost looked like similar to the previous one but more complex. “I GOT BORED WAITING FOR YOU AND STARTED TO REARRANGE THE PUZZLE TO LOOK LIKE ME, BUT NOW I CAN’T FIGURE IT OUT….” He looked away sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “AND NEITHER OF US CAN GET PAST THIS SPOT UNTIL ALL THE X’S ARE O’S”
“Oh, I see.” She looked over the puzzle he made looking for all the ways to complete it. Papyrus was distracted squatting down drawing out solutions in the snow. She took the time to walk over to the puzzle, it did kinda look like him just a few pieces were out of place. Looking again for the solution she figured she would just have to do it a few times to figure it out for sure. She stepped into the puzzle creating a path, it took her maybe 2-3 tries before completing the puzzle. ’Not too bad’ she stepped on the button and the spikes went away.
Papyrus shoots his head up looking back seeing the spikes that blocked their path forward were gone. He stood to get a better look, yes they really were gone. He looks over at Frisk as she stood with her left foot on the trap, “WOWIE! YOU SOLVED MY PUZZLE FAIRLY QUICKLY! I AM VERY IMPRESSED HUMAN!” He casually walks over patting Frisk on the head softly ruffling her hair. “NOW ONWARD TO THE NEXT TRAP! NYEH HEH HEH!” And with that he quickly moves on ahead of Frisk to the next big trap. Frisk had stood there a few extra minutes looking through her inventory, as she looked through to try and find where she had stored her few pieces of monster candy. While flipping through the menu she saw the item 'hidden item’, she instantly knew what it was without having to check it. It was the same small metallic shard she received for Tabitha, she had to slip it in her inventory when Toriel wasn’t looking. Seeing that she still hadn’t discarded it, it made her feel uncomfortable… she knew what it was and why she received it. Sad to say but it was something she was familiar with…
She softly hugged her body for a moment feeling the dark thoughts start to cloud her mind before snapping back to her senses. She shook her head letting a few of her cold brown curls hit her face. It wasn’t the time to think about those things, she will throw it away when she got to Snowdin. Or not, since she felt a flower blow on her leg. 'Crap..Ok maybe not..’ She quickly flipped through her inventory grabbing a bandage and the monster candy she was searching for. She quickly covered the flower with the bandage, she felt bad using up a perfectly good band-aid like that, but it had to be done for now. After covering up and stuffing the plastic wrappers in her pocket she popped the monster candy into her mouth also shoving its wrapper into her pocket. She didn’t want to litter after all, the surface was bad enough with the filth humans left around. She would be responsible and she would toss them away properly when she got the chance. She sighed softly before moving forward, coming up to the next trap that was like the others but involved slippery ice. She had to be careful not to slip and fall off the edge of the cliff. She didn’t know what would happen if she were to fall, but she wasn’t willing to find out. She carefully examined the trap check its pattern, realizing the solution she cautiously finished the trap with ease. All without falling to her doom, maybe? With that said she continued onward to see Papyrus standing next to Sans across the way of what looked to be a dance floor.
Papyrus notices her presence and turns towards Frisk, “HELLO THERE HUMAN! IT IS I THE GRRRREAT PAPYRUS AND THIS NEXT TRAP YOU WILL FIND QUITE CHALLENGING FOR SURE!” He proceeds to list of the different tile colors and what each tile did, Frisk’s head was spinning trying to understand the verbal vomit from him. After explaining it all he moves to a small machine next to him. “AND ONE MORE THING! THE PUZZLE WILL BE COMPLETELY RANDOM EVEN I WON’T KNOW THE SOLUTION! GOOD LUCK!” Papyrus then pushes the button on the machine and the dance floor like platform began to light up with all the crazy colors of the rainbow as they spasticly scattered around. A sweat drop rolled down Frisk’s forehead anxious to find the impossible maze she would need to solve. Looking up she could see Sans had a rather relaxed expression, how could he be so calm about this..?! Looking back to the floor as the pattern finally stopped revealing a single pink tile path across. Pink being the only tile that was safe to cross, Frisk was greatly relieved… Papyrus however…
The taller skeleton’s jaw dropped at the final result, completely baffled. Without a warning he simply flopped face down into the snow and rolled away slowly covering himself in snow as he went. Frisk safely crossed the platform walking over to Sans, “Um… is he going to be ok?” Sans simply shrugs his shoulders at this, making Frisk roll her eyes. “Well I guess I will see you at the next trap.” She walks pass Sans a few steps before his voice chimes up.
“Fr-.. Um kiddo, thanks for playing along with Paps on his traps. He may not look like it, but he is having a good time.” He seemed to stumble over his first few words, but he managed to say what he needed to. Frisk had turned back to look at Sans, his eyes were avoiding hers.
“Of course.. Papyrus is cool and he seems really nice and honestly I’m having a little bit of fun myself.” She looked down at the ground a bit as some old memories tried to invade her thoughts. A sad smile lines her cheeks, “it’s been really… fun.” This made Sans peer up at Frisk for a moment examining her expression. He had been observing Frisk since she left the Ruins, noticing small details and actions. He didn’t know why but this timeline was different… he remembers how Frisk was before and with each reset he began to see a change in them. Over each one Frisk seemed to grow up, some had memories of the past, while other times Frisk had no memory whatsoever. Right now, he was trying to figure out about the one who was standing five feet from him. There was obviously something about them that they weren’t showing him yet. Something… almost sad. Now that he thought about it he never really got to know the life behind Frisk in previous timelines, they never use to talk about things in their life before they came to the underground. Frisk was a child back then, maybe it was something that happened later in life and only now in this timeline it has happened. He was kind of curious what is was but he wouldn’t want to pressure Frisk into talk unless they were ready. Sans closed his sockets for a moment taking a soft sigh, they were getting close to Snowdin now maybe they could chat once there?
After a brief silence Sans’ mask grinned “well I’m glad, Snowdin isn’t that much farther ahead. So I’ll see you around kiddo."
Frisk huffed her cheek slightly, "The name is Frisk not Kiddo. I am- wait…” Frisk took a moment to think, with no day or night cycle in the underground she didn’t know how long she has been down here. Frisk takes out her phone remembering Toriel showed her a way to check personal data. She quickly thumbed through her phone’s settings and found what she was looking for. A small black text box appeared in front of her.
'Huh.. I guess my birthday did pass already’ she would need to do the calculations in her head later to figure out what day it was. She put the phone away looking at sans again to finish her thought before. “I am 18 now, which means I am an adult now … Oh god I’m an adult now…” The emotional dread of knowing what comes from being an adult settled in our her. Sans seemed to chuckle lightly at this, giving on of his relaxed grins.
“Eh, it’s not so bad once you get used to it.” Sans shrugs his shoulders lightly, “anyway I believe there only one trap left before you get to Snowdin. I’ll meet you there… kiddo.” Giving a wink, with a smug grin before quickly vanishing. Frisk once again huffed her cheeks at this, but then sighed 'maybe he did that to everyone…? Who know but hopefully he will one day use my name.’ With that resolve she continued forward, running into more sentry stations and royal guard members, all were dog monsters. Greater dog was large and intimidating in his armor but he revealed to be just a small white Pomeranian. He was incredibly cute, after giving the cute pup a few pets she continued on her way. Following the path to where she needed to go, up until she came across a long wooden bridge. Slowly stepping forward and peeked down passed the edge seeing the abyss below, she swallowed back hard. Just when she thought she couldn’t fall deeper into the underground, she backed away taking some breaths to regain her nerve. Sans said there would be one more trap before she reached the town. Maybe this was the trap?? Regardless of everything telling her to not move forward, she had no choice… it was the only way across. Now is a time she wish she could teleport like Sans could, or maybe ask him to help her across. Although he probably wouldn’t do that for her… at least she didn’t think he would. Frisk quickly paced back and forth, trying to sike herself up to walk across the bridge. “Come on Frisky, you can do this! The quicker you do this, the quicker you can get inside somewhere and warm up.” She could feel the frostbite start stinging against her skin, she would need to find a place soon. Frisk remembered Sans mentioning an inn right when you enter the town, and she was certainly tired after all this walking. “Heck maybe I can even take a nap, heh. Yeah! Just get over this bridge and we will be in the warm, comfy embrace of a bed!” She stopped her pacing and slapped her face on both of her cheeks, gaining the short boost of confidence she quickly moved and started to track down the bridge. Silently relieved that the bridge at least was sturdy, a few creaks were heard but that was to be expected.
When she finally got close to the end of the bridge she saw Sans and Papyrus. With a hearty laugh and dramatic pose Papyrus begins to explain his next trap as the parts of it surrounded Frisk. Between the big saw blades and other dangerous weaponry of his grand trap was a lone dog tied up by a string. Frisk stood in horror as she feared the bridge below her would collapse at any point now. She had looked over to meet Sans’ bored eyes asking for some help, he simply shrugged his shoulders.
“Hey Paps, don’t you think this trap is a bit much?” Sans asks in an almost monotone voice, “You only need to capture the Human, the trap is a bit overboard.”
“W-WELL NO. I MEAN YES.. NO, NO IT’S NOT. PLUS IF I ELIMINATE THE HUMAN NOW AND JUST THE SOUL TO UNDYNE. SHE WILL BE SO SURPRISED AND AMAZED BY MY BRAVERY THAT I WILL BE APPOINTED THE GRRRREAT MASTER PAPYRUS ROYAL GUARDS MOST SPECTACULAR CHEF!” After finishing his statement there was a deep silence. “HEH.. AHEM SO ANYWAY I WILL TAKE CARE OF THIS HUMAN MYSELF. I AM ACTIVATING THE TRAP.. NOW!” For a brief moment Frisk began to panic looking at all the dangerous things around her only to see nothing changed. “I’M ACTIVATING IT NOW!” Once more there were nothing but crickets to be heard. After a moment Papyrus became disgruntled, letting out a huff. “I HAVE CHANGED MY MIND! THIS TRAP IS TOO TACKY AND BENEATH SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME! I WILL BEST YOU IN A DIFFERENT WAY! COUNT ON IT! NYEH HEH!” Waving away the trap components and then sprinting away into the distance towards Snowdin. Taking this time Frisk finally continued the way to solid ground after remembering they were standing on that old bridge still. Feeling the snow crunch under her shoes was great, she sighed with relief.
“That was close…” Frisk murmured out as she brought her hands up to her face. Breathing out a hot breath to warm the slowly numbing feeling that was growing in her fingers.
“Cold there kiddo?” An amused Sans says observing Frisk trying to warm up.
Frisk playfully rolled her eyes, “yes, believe it or not. This meat suit doesn’t do much against the freezing temperatures.” That comment earned a small chuckle from Sans, as he took a few steps ahead.
“The Inn is right when you enter town, you should be about to warm up there. I will see you around.” He waved goodbye as he continued ahead without looking back.
“See ya..” Frisk waved back, however for some reason the sight of Sans walking away like that seemed.. Familiar..? She didn’t know why, but for now it wasn’t her main concern. Top propriety right now was; warmth. She didn’t want to be stuck out in the cold anymore, she with the town so close she finished he trek forward.
After about five minutes of walking she smiled widely at the large wood sign decorated with old Christmas lights. She was relieved she finally made it, she was worried it would still be miles away and she would freeze in the snow at any moment. Thankfully walking passed the sign, she saw the town’s Inn. "Finally!“ She quickly moved while she could into the Inn’s lobby making sure to stomp the snow off her shoes before she walked up the the front desk. Finally happy to few the warmth of being inside away from the snow. She rang the small bell in the counter which called another bunny like monster to come out of the office behind the counter.
"Oh my a guest! How may I help you?” She smiled kindly to Frisk which was sweet. After conversing with the lovely woman about things and her child, Frisk paid for a room and got a room key. Waving goodnight to the lady and her cute little daughter, she made her way upstairs to her assigned room. Tearing off her thick coat, dropping it to the floor with her phone in the pocket with a soft thud. Then swiftly collapsing onto the bed.
“Ah it feel soooooo good to lay down again. That was probably a full days hike front the ruins.” She groaned letting the aching feelings from the walk pulse through her body. “Ugh.. I should eat too..” Remembering her bag was in her phone’s inventory that was on the floor in her jacket. Taking a breath she groaned once more like the angsty teen she was. Well, now adult… Still angsty though. Taking a moment to bask in the softness of the mattress, before slowly sitting up and dragging the jacket onto the bed. Finding her phone she sifted through her inventory taking out some snacks and water.
Flipping through her inventory for a moment as she ate seeing what she had on hand. She could use a few items maybe there would be a shop near by she could restock. Reaching the end of her list of items she saw the razor was still there. She thought about tossing it away here but, the idea that the cute little bunny downstairs getting a hold of it somehow didn’t sit well with Frisk. She took it out to look at it again, the band-aid wrapper kept it inside still but looking at the small metal piece. It still had blood on it from earlier.
“If the fall doesn’t kill you.. Do us all a favor and finish the job… You know how to do that right?~”
That low, cold tone from Tabitha rang through her head again. She could feel her depression creep up on her… Of course no one back on the surface would miss her. What was she? Anyone really? No. She was a problematic orphan that bounced around foster homes since she was young. She was so close to freedom on the surface, once her 18th birthday happened she would of been done with foster homes. However that’s not what fate had in mind for her, technically it was her lies that led her down here.
Pathetic.. Worthless liar.. Not even your mother loved you..
That last dark thought stuck hard, sure she didn’t remember her mother. But… Why would that pesky voice say that..?! She felt tears threaten her eyes, I’m not crying! I’m too old to be crying! I don’t even really remember her.. With that she sobbed knowing full well she was lying also apparent by the few flowers that bloomed on her arms. She was greatly she wore sweaters. After a moment of letting the tears flow, she wiped her eyes looking once more at the small blade before putting it back in her inventory.
She then sighed putting away her phone and finishing up her snacks before collapsing back onto the bed. “First things first. Nap. Yeah I could use a nap right now.” Closes her eyes she took a deep breath and tried to fall asleep, however loud footsteps could be in the room next door followed by a loud thud. “Wow.. They must be really tired.” She shrugged closing her eyes once again to sleep, or so she thought. Her lovely noisy neighbor began to snore, and I mean snore. The walls seemed to slightly tremble from it, she tossed and turned trying to sleep but realizing it was futile she sat up a bit cranky. She sighed deeply, figuring that there might be more places she can rest up later. Standing up she collected her things and walked back downstairs to the front desk turning the key back in.
The lady apologized for the inconvenience and refunded the money for the room. Even though Frisk strongly insisted she keep it, she also told Frisk next door was her sisters shop if she needed to stock up. How convenient. Saying goodbye to the Inn worker and her child Frisk walked next door to the shop and got the few items she thought she would need moving forward. Afterwards she brave the cold once more Frisk headed out walking through the small town. It was a quiet and friendly town from what she could see. She explored a bit, meeting some of the locals and chatting here and there. Til she came by a large two story home that looked a bit different from the other homes she saw. Out of curiosity she went to open the door. Locked. Oh well, I should’ve figured I can’t just barge into someones home.
Shrugging it off once more she decided to keep moving, she was wondering when she would run into Sans or Papyrus again. That concern was short lived as she walked she noticed the air around her get thick as if she walking through a blizzard. She clung to her jacket tighter looking ahead she saw someones silhouette. Getting closer she noticed it was Papyrus, he was facing away from her.
“I DON’T UNDERSTAND HUMAN. MEETING YOU AND GOING THROUGH MY TRAPS… WAS A LOT OF FUN… I CAN’T BRING MYSELF TO HURT YOU.. BUT IT IS MY DUTY TO CAPTURE HUMANS. AH, IM SO CONFUSED..” He slowly turned around to face Frisk, a small smile on his face. “I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO…”
Frisk didn’t understand what it meant to be a royal guard, but it seemed hard. “W-well I don’t know how that feels.. But I had a lot of fun too. Would you considering being my friend?”
“F-FRIEND?! WITH A H-HUMAN?? W-WELL.. I DON’T KNOW. I NEVER HAD A FRIEND WHO WAS HUMAN..” A small shy smile lined Papyrus’s face while a light tint of redish orange lined his cheeks. Frisk softly chuckled at the shy skeleton in front of her.
Extending a hand to Papyrus, “well there is a first time for everything. What do ya say? Wanna be my friend Paps?”
Papyrus took a moment to examine her hand before taking it in his own hand. Giving it a firm grip and shake, not noticing the blizzard around them settling down to where they could see each other clearly. They both smiled, gaining a friend from it all.
Sans was standing in the distance hiding in the treeline like he did when Frisk first arrived. He was at least grateful seeing how so far Frisk didn’t seem to have any interest in hurting anyone. At least for now… He sighed a bit relieved looking over at the two hand shaking. He continued to watch the two like he normally would he was still not completely trusting Frisk.
A sweat drop rolled down Papyrus’s face, “ALRIGHT, HUMAN YOU ARE NOW THE FRIEND OF THE GRRRRREAT PAPYRUS! HOWEVER…” He pauses for a second, “I WILL NEED TO FIGHT YOU! B-BUT DO NOT FEAR I WILL NOT HURT YOU. I WANT TO SHOW YOU A COOL TRICK OF MINE! MY FAMED BLUE ATTACK!”
For a second Frisk was worried but, he said he wasn’t going to hurt you so why not. The battle started and like he said Papyrus made not attack to harm Frisk but she did have fun seeing all the fun things he could make with is bone attacks. Laughing and chatting back with Papyrus, well he took it as flirting.
“WOWIEE HUMAN YOU MUST LIKE ME!” He proclaimed loudly, a soft blush still on his face.
“Well of course I like you! You are really cool!” Frisk smiled a bit, she meant it in a friendly way but, naive Papyrus began to get flustered.
“O-OH I SEE! THEN I SHALL TAKE YOU ON A DATE! I HAVE SO MUCH TO PREPARE!! MEET ME OUTSIDE MY HOUSE WHEN YOU ARE READY FOR OUR DATE!” With that declaration he sprinted off back to Snowdin.
“W-wait.. A date??” She was thrown for a loop at that then she furrowed her brow. “Wait if he has to prepare things then why do I go to him when I am ready?” She took a moment thinking it over but shrugged it off. Papyrus was sure a character wasn’t he? Turning back on her heel she made her way back into town for this “date” with Papyrus.