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A short story of US!Gaster Papyrus and his soulmate Artina as she grows from a little girl to the young woman he's grown to love over the years, it's kinda like underswap meeting usagi drop.
He had a duty, one he took upon himself long ago. He hadn't failed, but if he did, it would all be over. He would be gone, it was the price he payed for the power he gained. 12345 Dunks, an ironic number, but he did it.
He succeeded, he won.
His duty was completed.
but...What about him? Had he done what he wanted in life? ...Of course not, and it's not gonna happen either, his end was nearing, at most, he'd manage a year, maybe two. And he couldn't ask for help either, then everything would be for nothing.
But things don't always go the way he wants them to.'
OBS!!! Currently on hiatus due to me essentially rewriting it. I got a BETA reader of sorts, and we both agree that it's a bit unrefined at the moment, when I'm finished I'll upload most of it at once (Probably).
Also, Finally got a Tumblr: http://lieemforlovers.tumblr.com/ I'll probs be uploading some of my writing there, as well as some crappy art~
I mainly re-blog stuff though~
If you have questions...Well, ask in whatever way you want~
- Part 1 of Duties of skeles
Sans is just a normal monster in the underground. One day, he starts getting weird dreams about a girl. A human girl. Who is she? Papyrus is no help, since he's such a jerk, and he has no legitimate friends to ask what these dreams mean. He has no choice but to assume that these dreams mean something...
Frisk is absolutely terrified. She was cursed by Rose, a petty warlock human (the first in 80 years), to be banished from the village, and never to return. Frisk literally could not help but fall. It was the farthest she could go in a single day, just wearing that stupid red and black sweater, and shorts that hardly matched. Fortunately, she has her handy Swiss Army knife to do...well...anything that might need a knife, saw, or any assortment of screwdrivers.
But can a world full of hate bring anything else other than pain and fear?
Two babies screaming their heads off? Another normal Tuesday night for you, but not for your neighbor.
In which an Edgy Papyrus learns that the world doesn't revolve around his sleeping schedule. Ah, heck with it, sleep is for the weak, anyways, right?
In which I also avoid talking about the update of my other fic... heheehehehehehehehefhesiogjrw;fieofi'wkokw'k
Rus has been given a choice: get a degree or get a job.
So he signs up for classes.
He didn't sign up for the crush.
Or any of the trouble it would get him in.