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Y/N who can see Dust!Sans papyrus. Papyrus, aiming to fix Dusts loneliness, lures her to him. (This can take place in a bad sans trio universe where dust just hops AU’s for funsies)
Ohohoho I appreciate the specifics, it helps me with knowing what you want. This'll be fun :-]‼️💥
Be warned, my silly ass actually has a fun interpretation for Papyrus when it comes to Dust and him. And for the sake of some plot hole answers, I'll give you a little treat when it comes to soulmates being involved. So, hopefully you'll like this take on it!
Hm. Something is wrong, very wrong. Where is he? Where is he where is he where is he where- no. no. This is normal. Paps always had a strange way of disappearing occasionally. His magic must be low, he hasn't dusted anyone in awhile. He has Saint and Killer, which keeps him company at least. Sure, Killer is a pain in the ass, but it's better than being alone. It's not like he needed to constantly hear his brother scolding him, but he feels a little emptier now. That's a whole part of his soul. One speck of his dust leaving his soul is a rare occurrence, a rare one indeed. Pap wouldn't use this to disappear somewhere though, right?
...
Where the fuck is he? It's getting awfully more uncomfortable for him when it's time to sleep, he can't focus on anything other than him. His one true companion, the one last remains of his own universe. For fucks sake he's been even confronted by Nightmare about what has been bothering him. Saint knows. Of course he does. Saint can tell that the absence of-...someone is affecting him. It's not like Paps doesn't appear every now and again, when his magic is strong. It's a small perk for his brother, especially since Dust is usually the only one who can see him. Killer asked him about his brother too, but he couldn't stop himself from walking off when he did.
Where is he? Why has he been gone for so long? Why? Why why why why why wh-
.....
He wants him to come back.
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Lately, you've been having strange dreams. Or... hallucinations?? It always happens at night, and you swear that it's not a normal thing for you to see a floating skull talking to you. Papyrus was his name. Ah- yes. That's a name that you haven't heard before, but it's pleasant. He's pleasant. Right now, he is talking to you about what used to be his favorite hobbies.
"Truly, I actually never could master how to cook spaghetti! It's not like it's my favorite food- that's dinosaur oatmeal- but everyone else likes it!! I always ruined it, but somehow my brother would eat it-"
"Brother?" You chipped in, interrupting his ramblings. He didn't seem to mind, his empty eye sockets seemed to somehow gleam when you asked. You were sitting up in bed, and he floated across from you with his gloved hands moving theatrically as he waved away an invisible line of thought. His mandibles opened as he grinned. He always had such a charming yet slightly off-putting smile.
"Yes, of course!! He's my older brother. He's still alive, actually! He goes by a different name nowadays, and he's...changed over time. But-!" Papyrus' skull leaned forward, his hands leaving a strange cold sensation that felt like icy air embracing your hands. You don't know why your chest made a strange feeling bubble up. "He's still a very kind skeleton. I wish you could meet him," He finished, his voice slightly softening from his usual boisterous tone. You smiled at this, tilting your head to the side as you humoured this idea. You wanted to know more about this skeleton and his apparent brother, but it's not like you didn't believe him. It's just that a part of you still clung onto the idea that you just happen to be having multiple strange dreams of the same skeleton with different conversations.
"Yeah? Well...what is he like? How much has he apparently changed?" You inquired, which seemed to cause Papyrus to hesitate. "Ah-...well. He used to be laid-back, happy. I remember how he happened to be quite popular and loved by others, with his charm and all. I found it irritating when he would prank me, spew nothing but lame puns, but nowadays I-....I miss those times. He's more...-"
One gloved hand waved slightly, as if he was trying to conjure up a description.
"Reserved now. He struggles with taking care of himself and connecting with others. He did something really...bad, a long time ago. He hasn't been the same sense, and sometimes it worries me. I think that someone like you could get through to him though!" "Why's that?"
Papyrus didn't answer quickly, and you didn't miss the slight spark of delight in his eyes. "I can just tell." He quipped, the hand that hasn't held yours now placed atop your head. If you were honest, it felt more physically present than before, as if his body started to solidify some more as his appearance becomes less hazy. "You're a good person, I think he needs someone to show him some of the good in things."
You felt your tongue click behind your teeth, a huff of laughter escaping your parted lips. Your ears tingled slightly, his words leaving your chest quivering for a moment as your grip became looser. "Well, thank you Papyrus," You let go of his ghostly hand after not saying anything for a minute, before you leaned back against the safety of your pillows. You rolled over on your side but still facing him as he adjusted himself to the side of the bed. "I haven't...I haven't heard someone tell me that in a long time." You finally settled on saying. Your eyes were hazy, and it seemed to click for Papyrus that you didn't want to explore that part of the conversation any longer.
He also noted the way your soul hummed through your ribcage, a special sight only he could see without complications. Who would've thought that you were his brother's soulmate? It was such a pleasant find, an accidental incident that not even Dust noticed. Thankfully, he caught it, saw the glowing of your soul from so far away. You were truly someone he found delightful to be around, and he knows that Dust would think the same thing, even if he would be stubborn about it at first.
He patted your head as your eyes started to close, his voice now a whisper. "Well, I'm glad that I was able to share my thoughts with you. Get some rest now, okay? I'll be back tomorrow, if that's alright with you?" "Mnh...yeah, that sounds...that sounds nice. Thank you again, Papyrus....Goodnight..."
"Goodnight,"
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"Where have you been?!?" Dust couldn't help but shout, his hands gripping onto Papyrus' scarf and aggressively twisting it around. He had been collecting LV to try and get Papyrus back, only for him to now show up after a few weeks. "Do you know how confused I was? Worried?"
Papyrus didn't answer immediately, instead tapping his fingers against where his arms would be if he had any. Right now, he was still mostly transparent. He wasn't the only one though, with how Dust was trembling as his voice cracked slightly. He always fidgeted with his scarf when nervous. "I was spending time with a friend!!" He claimed with conviction. "A friend?" "Yes! And I think you'd love to meet them!"
Dust couldn't believe what he was hearing. A friend? From so far away? He was traveling multiple timelines, AU's, all to find Paps. And yet apparently that's where he has been this whole time? With a friend? He tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows squished together. He quickly tried to look indifferent, or at least more mad than he actually was. Papyrus wasn't falling for it though, he never did. "How did you even meet someone?" "Simple: I met them when I decided to travel back to where our timeline would be!" Papyrus was quick to dismiss, but Dust only frowned further.
"Why would I even want to? For one, we're always traveling, Pap. We're told not to get attached to anyone, you know this." Dust tried to rationalize, pacing now in his room as his hands kept fidgeting with the scarf. He's now resorted to pacing because he has too much on his mind, but he feels a cold touch to his head and it pulls him back momentarily. Papyrus has now drained some energy from Dust, his physical form more solid, visible to him.
"Brother. Please, I am aware. But trust me, this is for your own good. I really think that you simply must meet them, at least once." Dust felt Papyrus placing his other hand on his shoulder, his upper body slightly bent down to be more at eye level. Papyrus knows what will happen if Dust does meet you, but he wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. With the years passing of living with Sans, with who he is now, he's learned how to speak to him. He's no longer the easily swayed skeleton who would do anything on a whim. But, Papyrus isn't the same either.
"...Please?"
"....Pap,"
"....Do they really mean this much to you?"
"Sans."
Dust winced at the name.
"Yes, they do. I really think you'll like them."
"...Fine, fine."
Dust felt the cold touch of Papyrus when he wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tight with a giddy laugh. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! YOU WON'T REGRET IT!"
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Regret is not the right word he would use. No, regret would imply that he wishes that he never met you or something along those lines. No, he just wishes that he didn't meet you at this point in time when he's who he is now. When he entered an old timeline of his, he found that his soul felt instantly off. Not a bad feeling per say, but more...calm? He's never been too calm ever since the human fell all those years ago. But as his brother spoke, a white noise at the moment, he felt that he couldn't focus. His attention was pulled somewhere else, but Papyrus was able to help him with this.
You were prettier than he expected, but of course he couldn't say anything when you were at the moment losing your shit. Papyrus told him to teleport, a big mistake honestly since he's never been here, but Papyrus has. Papyrus, however, is not of this physical world. So when he teleported, guess what?? He fell straight from the ceiling, mid air. Thanks Papyrus, you're so much help. You had so gracefully been awake already, but you were in a separate room. You had run straight from the bathroom, your hair disheveled and your toothbrush hanging sideways from your opened jaw.
Sadly he couldn't admire you for too long before he had a toothbrush flung straight at his face and directly messing with his vision. Papyrus had to immediately drain him of his magic in order to become more translucent of reflected light and full bodied. Heourgh, he felt less energetic immediately, but at least the floor was quite comfortable. He didn't bother straightening up, not if it meant you'd throw something else at him. It's not a great first greeting with his soulmate, he'd apologize if he wasn't so tired. Papyrus was right, he would like you.
His soul was pumping, singing practically as he was able to feel the wavelengths of your soul. You didn't seem to fully notice, but he did. He noticed since his soul felt calmer, happier, and much more....in love? What a strange feeling, his soul is so used to the LV he has, the motivation, the constant distress and guilt. He's never felt so light, but maybe that's because he's lightheaded from teleporting and falling. You seemed to be calming down since Papyrus was there and easing your panic. Thank the stars he's here. He wishes he met you sooner, or maybe in a different timeline where he was...normal. Would the others accept this? Would they be considered your soulmates too? He's never been great at sharing. He doesn't want to drag you in the multiverse mess that is his life, but leaving you alone after this isn't an option.
Stars above you were so pretty. Your voice sounds like the pluck of strings tied to a harp, or a guitar. Filled with emotion, a world of thoughts and history behind them. He hopes you'll like him too. He doesn't want to be scary to you, but he knows that he is. He could be less mean? Maybe you like things that he likes, he can like things you like. He can try to be better if it means you won't find him scary, if you can trust him. Right now you were coming over to him, apologizing but clearly weary. Hey, at least you weren't dumb enough to get too close, he is a stranger after all.
He is so happy that his brother convinced him to meet you. Yeah, regret isn't the word he'd use. It's just going to be complicated. That's okay, he can wait, patience is a skill on his part. Even if things don't work because you don't end up liking him, he at least met you. This quiet in your presence has been so pleasant, still as a pond and soothing. He's thankful for at least this moment of tranquility deep within his soul. His brother already told him your name, but he doesn't want to be weird.
"...The name is Dust, I didn't mean to fall in your bedroom. Not a great introduction, huh?"
Oh would you look at that, he was talking! He doesn't do that often. He is suddenly insecure about the rasp in his voice. You don't seem to mind though, and in fact you smile. Oh wow. Your smile. You seem less scared, that's great. He'd do anything to keep that smile on your lips, anything at all... Too bad he passes out before you can respond. Great job, Dust.
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Closing Notes: This took forever to type but I think I'm happy with it! I was busy, and a little unsure of how I wanted to type this. I hope you like this, vamp, you're so cool and this was fun. Don't be shy to ask for more stuff! I just wanted to write you a little more plot since you asked such a specific request for a skeleton hehe. Thank you :-)
Cyperus Serrif
- Official height is 6'5
- He/Him
- Pansexual
- Has the most control of his magic and will adjust to match his opponent.
- An excellent cook for everything except pasta, it's why he's hyperfixating on getting it right
- Likes puns but thinks there has to be tact
- Hard worker, overachiever, kindhearted, empathetic, optimistic, cheerful, confident, sassy, impulsive, loud, stubborn, blunt, and charming
- Pacifist
- No pet preference, but has beef with the white dog that terrorizes him
- Does not curse often but will
- Magic smells like citrus, magic tastes like sugar cookie
- loves high fives
- Bear hugs all around
- Will remember everything someone tells him and uses it to his advantage
- Takes on emotional and physical burdens from others and gets burned out because of it. Wants to make everyone happy
- Takes care of himself physically, but struggles to do it emotionally. Hides it from others of course, but sometimes it's hard to hide from yourself
- Cries frequently if he's sentimental and not afraid to show it. Goodbyes, shows, etc. He only is practically silent if he's genuinely upset
- Would call his lover "Sunshine"
- Admires Vanilla and encourages Vanilla to rely on him
- He was the one to come up with the idea of using different names for everyone when the AU's clashed
- Unintentionally brutal when insulting someone, he also can make someone's jaw drop if he comments on something
- Hyperfixates on making good puzzles, it's a special interest of his
- The "Date" in Undertale was actually just him doing a playdate with Frisk. I think he would be good with kids, and he gets to get this little human to smile and befriend him and his brother. It would explain why he is so cartoonishly crazy about it, and why at the end he only wants to be friends
- He would call you all the time, face times, texts, all of it. He has so much to say and loves speaking, loves talking to you. You haven't grown tired of him? Well, because you haven't, he's secretly so happy to know that
- Admires Undyne and feels that he's not allowed in the royal guard due to something he's doing wrong
- Mettaton is his celebrity crush, but he'd never date him if they ever met. The "celebrity life is just not for him. His only true love is himself..."
- He is good artist who makes hero comics as a hobby, I think that because he has so many figurines he'd practice drawing since it's clear they're good poses and he's friends with Undyne. Clearly, comics and manga go with anime
- Cries in his closet when underground. In the game, he comments there are no skeletons in his closet, except him sometimes. I think this shows that it's a good place for him to cry without getting caught since it's a private spot
- Will make grand entrances often, including jumping through windows or throwing his hand out in a grand gesture before announcing himself
- Owns a red car, a sleek fancy one that he had to work to get a driver's license for. Otherwise, he would've crashed it
- Loves to try different styles above ground, since he didn't have many options Underground where most monsters don't even need clothes!
- Will carry Vanilla around and refuses to let anyone else do it because they "do it wrong."
- His favorite food is dinosaur oatmeal
- side eyes his friends, the others pets, even strangers, often. It's a silent judgment and he's super cartoonish or slick about it
- Doesn't remember Gaster except sometimes in his dreams
- He doesn't have anyone that outright dislikes him. for some they don't care for him, or even mock him, but no one dislikes him or even goes so far as to HATE him
- Is quite lonely, when the others arrived it was what he considers a gift
- Intimate, platonic relationships mean a lot to him
- He is in truth not as judgemental as he can come across, trying his hardest to be open minded about serious topics. Otherwise, expect him to call the old man at the grocery store and old prune for taking the last of the noodle brand he uses
- He doesn't believe that there is such a thing as "Evil" per say, or at least anyone being fully capable of being evil. It's one of the reasons he actually gets along with Flowey, who he doesn't know is also a kid and just naturally is able to be kind and patient enough for him
- He's self reflective, and a lot more intelligent than some people give him credit for. His theatrics do not deter him from being serious and deeply considerate when times matter
- He has never flattered someone out of manners, and so you can expect him to really mean it when he compliments you
- He has such control of his magic that he can bring you down to one HP, that's something that requires patience but he's capable of it
- He does gaming rarely, it's only something he does with family or if it's a puzzle game, opening his mind to fun things
- Rubic cubes are a thing of the past for him, he understands patterns and he can solve them way too quickly. Vanilla actually taught him when he was younger
- He acts more "motherly" when the other versions arrive, he has a desire to take care of others as a result
- He will gossip and even talk shit when it comes to shows, don't even get him started on it. The moment his TV show comes on, he's entirely wrapped up and invested. Just wait until reality TV gets discovered by him
- He's hard to anger, but frustration comes to him easily. He'll be frustrated at his failures, and he suppresses it until alone. Anger, however, isn't often a problem for him. You'd have to push him, and only then does he truly become something else. He doesn't like that version of himself though
- Very touch oriented and an active soul, he likes to work out and get up stupid early
- Sleep? HAH, not for this workaholic! There's so much to do!
- Wouldn't hesitate to be supportive of others, throwing out all the things you need with pom poms and everything
- Was it always this hard to get noticed by his brother? Sure, he's super supportive and present. But doesn't he see that his distance hurts? He actually is acutely aware of how much Vanilla hides himself away, and he wishes he got to be there for him the same way Vanilla is there for him
Closing Notes:
I actually thought that he was the best brother out of the two there are, I owned so much stuff such as a beanie, a hoodie, a poster, and all that jazz when I first got into Undertale. I sadly gave that stuff up after I just dealt with a very unhealthy friendship, since we bonded over it. Years later I got back into it though, and learned to appreciate Sanses all around. Papyrus will always be my #1 bbg though