A Teaser, I Guess You Could Say, For The Next Chapter Of My AO3 Story. Hopefully Chapter 14 Will Be Out

there’s a fucking furry at the mall!!!!

any noun can become a verb if you don’t care enough

A story? If you insist.

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Papyrus' face whipped to the side. Bloody marrow sprayed over the snow behind the Snowdin shop. The large humanoid bear kept Papyrus trapped under him with his fat body, the weight nearly crushing the skeleton's ribs and spine.

"GET OFF ME YOU-" Papyrus was rewarded with another snarl and a solid wack over the eye sockets.

"Hur hur hur. The poor vice Captain trapped and helpless. Magic all spent from training, eh? Wonder how much LOVE I'll receive from you. I think I want to find out." The bear raised his fists and crashed them down on Papyrus' ribs. With each blow his HoPe grew lower and lower.

He cried out, sharpened teeth barely holding back the bloody murder that Papyrus' throat contained. His gloves became stained with blood as he dug his claws uselessly into the bear's gut.

This was it. After so long. After so much. A measly yawn after training had alerted a nearby enemy of weakness.

He didn't know how he'd done it. How had he failed at holding onto his mask? How had he forgotten how dangerous letting go of it was?

Unknowingly, Papyrus' sockets screwed shut as he gave up. He finally just... Let go. How peaceful. No wonder Sans was lazy all the time. It was so nice. To let go. It was over and he knew it. All his stress melted away and for once, his mind was clear of headaches and pain. Heh. How nice it felt.

Abruptly, the weight was lifted from Papyrus and he thought it had been done. He was dust. Dead. He never got to say goodbye to Sans. His sockets cracked open and he was a bit disappointed to see that death looked like the underground.

His hearing cleared in time for a large roar to erupt from his left. Papyrus' skull whipped to the side to see Sans being yanked from the bear's shoulder. Blood flew with him as he rolled over the snow and landed gracefully on his feet, teeth stained with the monster's blood. Sans spat, shaking his head to get rid of his dizziness but the bear sprung onto the littler skeleton, clocking him solidly on the socket.

"SANS!" Papyrus cried, mad with worry. His brother. His weak little brother had saved him. His 1 HP brother. He stared in amazement, but concern. Gods, Sans was going to get himself killed!

Papyrus stood in time for his soul to be captured and he was forced away, being tossed into a tree. His vision went dark.

When he woke his skull was pounding. He groaned, not wanting to rise. But he had to. He had to find Sans.

He gingerly rose from his bed and noticed the balcony door open. Sans could be seen through the glass.

The taller skeleton paused at the doorway then quickly made his way to Sans' side.

He was smoking, sockets dark. He didn't acknowledge Papyrus' presence.

Papyrus didn't know what to say. He leaned against the balcony and looked down, not looking at his brother.

Their injuries were prominent against their ivory faces. A reminder.

"SANS-"

"don't. just don't." he cut him off. His own skull pounded and he wanted nothing more than some quiet. It was nice. No screaming. No yelling. Sans didn't want to deal with the arguing anymore. He had almost lost his brother today. He didn't want to be told how foolish he had been for stepping in.

There was a long silence.

There was no breeze, no sound except for the burning of Sans' cigarette when ever he inhaled it.

Sans put it out on the railing, the burn matching so many other marks on the balcony. He turned to leave, disappearing inside their home.

Papyrus stared down at the quiet little town. The place they'd called home for years.

"THANK YOU SANS." He whispered to no one.

The words didn't seem like enough.

Heya guys!

Now It is your turn to be creative! :D <3  Create a story to this picture!  Dont be shy! :D <3 

Sad news! Poor prickly was made with bakers clay so when I went to put him in the oven but he cracked and broke. V.V

I think I put the temperature too hot.

RIP Mr. Prickly....

Look at the little guy I made! I was inspired by the Prickly Fishing Bait in the PlayStation 2 game Dark Cloud. It just came to my head in class then viola! Tiny buddy! Too bad it’s too late to turn him into the art show. V.V I should paint him….

This one is dedicated to @kayla-has-artistic-abilities because they showed me how to be creative, calm, and to try new things. They showed me determination and understanding. I know it's been a while since we spoke, but you have affected me in many ways. I count you as a friend still. I hope everything is alright. And have a wonderful day! More colored pieces will be posted as they are finished.

I really wanna go home. I’m away at college... and someone was playing Christmas music about going home for the holidays, and I can’t go home until Christmas because my family is so far away. So it was kinda fitting and made me really homesick.  I really miss my mom and dad and brother and sister.  but I did a little doodle to bring a little warmth into my heart. 

Lookie! My cocoa steam is animated!!! Though, I got lazy on shading me. Lol. 

Me when I look at Fox's art.

So jealous....

I guess you could say I'm a jelle skelle

Why is it that when Fox looks at Fox’s friends art works even when they’re just sketches... they look the very excellent... but when it comes to Fox’s work it’s...... WHY?!

ALL THE MISTAKES.

FOX IS THE FLABBER-GASTERED.

*doesnt talk to tumblr friends for 6 months*

*thinks about them and hopes they are okey dokie*

@wingedhumangirl

Ahhhhh! It's done! Hello! This is my submission for @undertalesecretsanta and I know it's late but forgive me. I feel very very bad! This if for @munki539 who loves Undertake and Pikmin! Go show then some love! <3