——– ✘

        A deep unsatisfied scowl covered Void’s face as Frisk spoke and then started walking. What a foolish mistake. He followed them, not too close, not yet, but he was mad.

        He reached out and gripped their wrist, pulling them towards him. His hand poised on their back while their other arm wrapped around their neck, holding them close to him. His arm squeezed their neck while his hand pressed harder and harder into their spine. His arm shifted slightly so he could shove his fingers in their mouth. Just in case they were thinking about screaming.

        ✱ I wonder how your precious puppy would feel when he sees you broken and bleeding, hmmm?

        Of course, Frisk wouldn’t be able to answer the question, since his fingers were dangerously close to choking them with just how deep they were. His other hand pinched into their skin, hard. He leaned down to their ear, nuzzling his nose hole gently against their hair, it was uncomfortably tender.

        ✱ i’ve always found blood so terribly fascinating. 

        With the last words uttered softly into Frisk’s ear, his hand abruptly broke their skin with painful force. His hand shot out the other side of their chest, dripping in blood and gripping their still beating heart. He squeezed, causing it to sputter. He watched his handiwork with hunger in his eyes. He held Frisk up by the back of their neck, not letting them fall to the ground if they tried to.

        Blood coated his hand and his arm, there was a generously sized puddle of crimson forming beneath them. Void was thrilled.

♥ —— meeting the deranged ruler…

Frisk halted in place, jerked around like a toy doll as their neck was gripped, panic setting in.

When the fingers crept into their mouth, they bit down, feeling bone crack under the weight of their teeth.

Determination flowed within them.

Their body jerked as Void’s hand ripped through their body, a strangled sound escaping from their throat through the fingers of bone that threatened to block the passage of air.

It hurt.

Everything hurt.

Frisk’s soul was different -- it shone with a dull brilliance, red pulsing as soon as it touched Void’s hand, and Frisk’s vision grew dim and grey the further the soul was away from them.

They hadn’t felt this way in a long time.

They felt the blood pool under them, their expression torn as they struggled to keep conscious.

“You... fuck.”

The words were darker. More menacing.

Chara.

Eyes shining red, they struggled to lift their arm and managed to graze their fingers across their soul, life sparking in that one instant.

EVERYTHING RESET.

——– ✘

          Void hummed, nodding to their response. The whole Lover thing had been more of a guess than anything. He stood up and looked down at the Human, taking in their appearance and stature.

          He listened intently as they spoke, trying to hold himself as friendly as possible. It was a bit hard, since all he could think about was how they would react to pain. 

          ✱ New? hm… I guess you could say that. I’m just seeing the sights, y’know, touring the scenery of this wondrous Surface timeline you got yourself.

          He took a pause to shove his hands into his pockets, his empty eyes never leaving Frisk’s face. The corners of his mouth were turned up in an eerie grin. It was a shame, but he couldn’t help his smiles from being a tad creepy.

          ✱ you headed somewhere?

♥ —— meeting the deranged ruler…

Frisk tilted their head, lips pursing.

“... yeah. I have...” Frisk pointed up the street a little ways. “... lunch. Waiting for me.” Often times they would invite a monster to sit with them and eat, but this one...

This one had warning bells and whistles everywhere.

“I have someone waiting for me. I’m sorry.” They stepped aside and moved past Void, letting their hands fall to their sides.

They turned their back to him, and kept walking.

——– ✘

          Void easily spotted Frisk as they waked down the street. He threw his arms up in triumph of discovering the human. His pace quickened, but he slowed when he was a few feet away. 

          His smirk was nasty and twisted as he peered at them with his dark empty eyes. He made a show of performing a small bow, twirling his hand in a mock respect. 

          ✱ i’m thrilled that i get to finally meet you.

          ‘When you’re not killing everyone’ were unspoken words. He decided it was better to not send up red flags, for the time being. He was going to use Frisk. And he didn’t want that to fail. 

♥ —— meeting the deranged ruler…

Frisk’s head snapped up when he spoke, an eyebrow rising in concern as they stared at him.

“Not... really.” Things were complicated between them, but they weren’t going to go into detail over something like that with a stranger.

It was strange how he was bowing to them, but Frisk thought nothing of it.

As Ambassador, they were used to gestures like this.

“I’m not familiar with you. Are you new?” Frisk was tempted to ask if he was from another timeline, but refrained. Something about him was off, and their inner gut was telling them to back away.

Frisk shifted their weight, keeping their gut instinct in mind.

          Pup’s refusal to cooperate was a bit bothersome. Void would just have to go about it differently. He had to contact outside sources. He knew Pup was from one of the timelines where everything went perfectly. Good for him, big whoop! It just meant Void had another person he could mess with. 

          Frisk shouldn’t be terribly hard to find. They had the brightest soul from a mile away. Though this version of Void was a bit rough around the edges in terms of omnipresence, but he’d definitely be able to sense that soul of theirs. 

          He figured they couldn’t be far, so he hadn’t wandered too far from Pup’s house. Hopefully, this new toy he was looking for would hear him.

♥ ▬  meeting the deranged ruler...

Frisk’s soul was bright and determined, as well as hardy. They had been through a lot -- Christmas had came and went, and they had lost a good friend.

Things were also on shaky ground between them and Sans.

Pup, he’d been called.

It was a lot of information to take in.

A lot of information to put aside, because they had to focus on current matters.

Frisk had found out the hard way that they were one of the magi. They were still learning their abilities, but for the most part... the consequences weren’t worth it.

They were out of it completely as they walked down the street towards Grillby’s, not paying attention to their surroundings.

Whoa. They’d noticed the height difference, but they didn’t comment on it, knowing they’d shifted recently from their blaster form.

Frisk didn’t know.

“… that’s not fair.” Frisk breathed in, pinching the bridge of their nose.

“Look. I’m sorry I mixed you two up. I’m sorry I assumed. But it’s not quite fair to point your blaster at me when my Sans is exactly what you’re aiming at me right now.”

… that would explain the biting. And probably why they had assumed the height difference.

Frisk flinched when the bone hit them, giving a grunt as they stepped back, out of the door.

They had a misstep.

Frisk began to fall backwards, eyes widening.

* shit…!

He instantly panicked as Frisk began to fall over. If they fell over, then the other Sans would know that he had tried to hurt them, and obviously he wasn’t going to face the consequence of that. He wasn’t going to go ahead and catch them himself either, but he HAD to stop them from falling.

Looking at the Gaster Blaster, he had processed the words that they had said just before they went to fall. He figured it would be fitting for him to use the Gaster Blaster to try and stop their fall.

Getting it to go over and behind Frisk, it moved to a position where Frisk wouldn’t get hurt, but fall on it and regain balance, hence halting the fall. Or at least, that’s what he hoped would happen.

He was internally screaming at this point in time. He was going to get in so much shit if Frisk falls.

He didn’t even think timeline jumping would save him.

Frisk fell onto the blaster head, trying to grab onto it to the best of their ability, still falling down the stairs.

They ended up in a heap at the bottom, tangled with the blaster and staring up at a very angry looking Sans, his eye shifting between blue and gold.

Frisk hadn’t seen him that angry for a long time.

Wincing slightly, Frisk rubbed their back and grimaced before standing up, making sure to pet the blaster head and coo to it gently before patting it to let it know that it could return to its master.

“H-hey, Sans.” Frisk started, stretching and glancing to their short skeleton. “I kinda woke up on the wrong side of the bed, you know?” They glanced to the Sans at the top of the stairs, their eyes focused, expression calm.

A stoic face, to smooth over the worst of situations.

“Sans here helped me out, and kept me from falling. ... isn’t that right?”

Frisk was taking the blame.

“Sorry for being awfully clumsy. You know how I am when I’m tired.” Frisk moved to stare down their own Sans, and the skeleton’s jaw clenched.

He looked like he wanted to argue, but couldn’t find a valid point to argue with.

Frisk seemed to visibly deflate, their gaze going to the floor.

“… oh.” They swallowed. “… are we still doing that?” Rising from the bed, they walked over to retrieve the vest and slide it on, zipping it up to hide the bloodstain on their sweater.

They left their coat.

Putting their shoes on, Frisk tapped their feet by the door as they stopped, turning to regard Sans with sad eyes.

“… look. I know you bit me and everything, but that doesn’t change our relationship.” They moved forward, taking his hand gently and pressing their own against it. Their fingers were slightly curled.

“… I still love you. I hope you know that.”

His left eye instantly flaring up, he quickly took his hand back with force before teleporting back to a safer distance. Out of instinct, he summoned a Gaster Blaster, aiming it at them as he looked panicked and… Frustrated? Maybe even embarrassed. He didn’t deal well with intimacy.

And he surely didn’t deal well with the fact that they had just touched him. And what the hell was with the ordeal of him apparently biting them? Obviously they meant the other him, that was asleep downstairs, but it still bothered him a great amount.

* look, kid. i ain’t your sans. he’s asleep downstairs and i’m up here to wake you up for your papyrus.

* i came from a different timeline. i sure as hell don’t trust you at any means, that would be a stupid move by me. and aren’t i shorter than your sans? i mean, what the hell is up with that?!

* one would probably notice that kind of thing, dammit!

He had summoned a singular bone, floating it in the air with his magic as the Gaster Blaster focused on Frisk but didn’t attack. He was oh-so-tempted to throw the bone at Frisk. He was that tempted, he almost did…

Actually, he did, and it hit them in the stomach sideways so it wouldn’t damage them too much. It was his kind of way of saying “back off”, besides using a Gaster Blaster that was.

* don’t ever touch me again, either. i’ve been through enough timelines to not trust you, period.

Whoa. They’d noticed the height difference, but they didn’t comment on it, knowing they’d shifted recently from their blaster form.

Frisk didn’t know.

“... that’s not fair.” Frisk breathed in, pinching the bridge of their nose.

“Look. I’m sorry I mixed you two up. I’m sorry I assumed. But it’s not quite fair to point your blaster at me when my Sans is exactly what you’re aiming at me right now.”

... that would explain the biting. And probably why they had assumed the height difference.

Frisk flinched when the bone hit them, giving a grunt as they stepped back, out of the door.

They had a misstep.

Frisk began to fall backwards, eyes widening.

Frisk still had the majority of their clothes on. Their coat was draped over the chair that faced the dresser, a black vest draped over it with ease. Frisk wore a long-sleeved sweater that covered most of their skin, sleeping on their side… it looked like something red and crusty had dried on their shirt, not able to be gotten out easily as there was still a stain left behind.

Had they been stabbed…?

Shifting and letting out a muffled sound, Frisk sat up and rubbed their eyes, glancing to Sans with shining red eyes.

They stared for a moment, then shifted their gaze past him, seeing their reflection in the mirror.

“… goddammit, Chara, stop that.” Closing their eyes, Frisk rubbed at them again and opened them to look at Sans, revealing their normal brown once again.

Knowing that they could quell Chara, at least… for the moment… it filled them with determination.

“Sorry. I know you don’t like it when that happens.” Sliding forward in the bed, Frisk moved forward to hug them.

He instantly backed away, his hands in front of him as if he was trying to warn them not to go near him, but also in a threatening kind of way. It wasn’t intentional, but he was terrified regardless and didn’t want Frisk to get near him, or touch him for that matter.

* whoa whoa, back… back away, i only came here to wake you up… d-don’t come near. just don’t.

It was a warning to them, of course, that if they got too close or even tried to touch him then he would probably kill them on the spot. He was already trying to avoid that, so he needed for them to keep a distance.

* just stay away, and there won’t be a problem, alright? just… yeah.

He was so nervous and distressed that he started to shake. It was a bad idea to do this, he thought. He shouldn’t have come up here, he should’ve just made his other self done it.

He shouldn’t have agreed to this. He was sweating and shaking, his grin wavering and barely being able to stay there.

He inwardly begged the human to keep their distance, but in a way he somehow seemed to have needed a hug… But it didn’t help that seeing the red eyes for a few moments made him more distressed.

Frisk seemed to visibly deflate, their gaze going to the floor.

“... oh.” They swallowed. “... are we still doing that?” Rising from the bed, they walked over to retrieve the vest and slide it on, zipping it up to hide the bloodstain on their sweater.

They left their coat.

Putting their shoes on, Frisk tapped their feet by the door as they stopped, turning to regard Sans with sad eyes.

“... look. I know you bit me and everything, but that doesn’t change our relationship.” They moved forward, taking his hand gently and pressing their own against it. Their fingers were slightly curled.

“... I still love you. I hope you know that.”

“Frisk is a wonderful human.” Papyrus visibly brightened, putting down his utensils and hugging the other Sans tightly, patting his back. “They’ve been through a lot, so… be sure to wake them up gently, okay?”

Glancing behind Sans, he saw the other on the couch and sighed. “I’d ask my Sans to go wake Frisk up, but… he is a lazybones.” And if Sans would look, he’d see his double passed out on the couch.

Jerk.

“They’re up the stairs and the door is cracked open. It’ll be about five minutes until I have everything ready. Okay?”

Beaming at Sans, he reached out and gave him a very affectionate head pat, then went back to cooking.

* h-heh. right, yeah. okay… i’ll uh, try my best and… go wake them up then…

Needless to say, he was downright nervous, noticing the other him on the couch passed out as he started to head upstairs. He really didn’t have a choice at the moment, did he?

Getting to their room, he slowly grew more anxious as he slowly opened the door to see Frisk. They looked exactly like they did in his timeline, just… Older? He wasn’t sure how to wake them up, and if he went near the human he knew he would panic as soon as they awoke.

How was he meant to wake them up gently? He tried to think as he very hesitantly walked inside and took cautious steps towards them, as if he was ready to jump back at any given moment or teleport. He took a deep breath as he barely managed to speak in a somewhat nicer tone.

* oi, kiddo… wake up. uh… papyrus has some food nearly ready.

It took all of his might not to panic. One wrong move and he might scare the kid… Or, he just gets angry at them due to flashbacks of his timeline. Either way, he didn’t want those to happen.

Frisk still had the majority of their clothes on. Their coat was draped over the chair that faced the dresser, a black vest draped over it with ease. Frisk wore a long-sleeved sweater that covered most of their skin, sleeping on their side... it looked like something red and crusty had dried on their shirt, not able to be gotten out easily as there was still a stain left behind.

Had they been stabbed...?

Shifting and letting out a muffled sound, Frisk sat up and rubbed their eyes, glancing to Sans with shining red eyes.

They stared for a moment, then shifted their gaze past him, seeing their reflection in the mirror.

“... goddammit, Chara, stop that.” Closing their eyes, Frisk rubbed at them again and opened them to look at Sans, revealing their normal brown once again.

Knowing that they could quell Chara, at least... for the moment... it filled them with determination.

“Sorry. I know you don’t like it when that happens.” Sliding forward in the bed, Frisk moved forward to hug them.

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“Have you thought about how you won’t see the effects of your plan within your human lifespan, Frisk? Humans do not change in one hundred years through ‘peace’, what makes you think they are capable of less than that? Change has never been done through peace but riots, wars, and agitation. Think of it more of a…contest.”

“They thought they could wipe us out from our emergence, they thought wrong. They thought they could chase us back into the hole, they thought wrong. They thought they could react violently toward us because they were stronger.”

“They were very wrong♥ Humans war with themselves, they hate themselves, and they especially hate those who are different to them. Humans have more hatred than they do love. They are so capable of destroying themselves. Suicide, war of words, image of self… I tapped into that powerful energy and set the world straight.”

“They respect my friends now. They wouldn’t dare hurt them or let them not have what they dream for in fear of what I could do to them in their sake. They don’t see me as human anymore, and that’s fine. I know what I am, I know the strengths I possess of this human soul and body… but also its weaknesses. I feel as if I have ascended when I met these wonderful beings, ‘monsters’….”

Her love is so unfiltered, raw and pure that it was downright scary.

An entity of its own, even weaponized. Her eyes gleam like a demon monster’s but, she is still human.

Frisk was silent, the look in their eyes growing more and more horrified, even though their face remained stoic, bereft of any emotion.

“Didn’t... didn’t you try the peaceful way, first?” Frisk was stunned, unsure of how to react to such a blatant way of living -- it seemed so overly excessive and outrageous to them. “... why would anyone want to rule with fear in place of love?” Frisk just couldn’t understand it, and... they weren’t entirely sure they wanted to understand it.

“And... what happens when you’re gone, Chara? What... what then?”

Frisk felt cold, their words soft, awed, and hushed. They weren’t afraid, but they were very uneasy.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Maopai!”

Unable to help from grinning, Frisk let out a little laugh as they followed Maopai to their home. They wanted to continue petting the cute dog monster, but first things were first - they had to get rid of the awful graffiti that littered the wall of the cave.

Frisk let out an unhappy sigh. “I wish people wouldn’t do this. Sometimes I wish I could be in more than one place at one time.” They rubbed the back of their head, glancing around for a bucket so they could start on washing the crud off.

     “ I can understand that…we can only hope humans will all begin to see that we aren’t very different…b-but for now,  indeed. We have work to do. “

She grabbed a few scrub brushes and rummaged around in some cabinets to grab a few buckets and some soap.

     “ It must be exhausting, your job. I’m sure everyone comes to you when there’s any issues, and seeing how things are now, that must be frequent… “

“Actually, not enough people come to me when there actually is an issue,” Frisk stated, frowning at the thought. “I try to be available for everyone, but... I don’t know. Maybe I seem too busy?” It was likely, and Frisk felt a bit sad at that notion.

Reaching out to take a bucket, Frisk gave a warm smile to the dog and started to fill it with water, rolling up their sleeves so as to not get them wet.

“It is exhausting sometimes, but... moments like this? Where I get to spend time with my favorite monsters, and some new ones I haven’t met yet? Make it all worth it.” 

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goodness i dont even know what to say!! thank you all!! you are all so lovely!

im gonna do a little doodle thing for some people while my giveaway is still going on! (that ends on the 27th feel free to reblog and like n all that!!)

lets say just drop “hey can you draw [character] for me?” in my ask box and ill do as many as i can!!!

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Oh, no. Papyrus completely froze up at their words. A date. A date. A date? With a human? With anyone? Especially with a human? In his own home? While he was on-duty?

His pupil shrunk to little more than a small dot surrounded by red as he looked at their joined hands, their face… All the signs were there. What was he supposed to do? He’d read through the manual hundreds of times, but only ever paid attention to the parts about starting a date, not what to do once it began. And it’d just been sprung on him! Papyrus couldn’t deal with this kind of sudden pressure!

Letting out a drawn out, soft “nnnyyyyeeeehhhhh” noise, he untangled his fingers from theirs, eye moving erratically. “I-I think you should go.” The skeleton’s voice was like a scared shout, coming out louder than he was comfortable with. If he seemed uncomfortable before, he seemed downright terrified now.

BINGO.

Frisk felt a little bad for steering the situation where it had never been in the first place, but they took the opportunity and pressed their hands together, giving Papyrus a small, hesitant bow.

“Sorry about this,” They murmured softly, eyes glancing to the door as their blush increased. Was Papyrus... really letting them go? And Papyrus looked so nervous... now Frisk felt really bad, but wasn’t about to look a gift horse - er, skeleton? - in the mouth.

They turned and moved to the door, opening it to walk out in a brisk manner.