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Sunshine - Original Plan:
Fandom-Undertale(Underswap)
In which the reader is a lazy unmotivated shut-in who had a chance encounter with the most energetic love-sick puppy who tries too hard to help.
Chapter One: Reader managed to drag themself out of bed and decides to go out, desperately trying to be motivated. They meet sans in a store and notices the workers refusing to help so they step in to help. Sans can tell imediately that the reader has issues and wants to help them in return. He comes off a little intense so reader just kinda dips.
Chapter Two: Reader is forced to look for their cat because it didnt show up after being let out. Coincidentally they run into Sans, who is with their cat. Sans insists on walking the reader back to their appartment and reader is too tired to argue with him. Sans notices their lack of care and is instantly a thousand times more worried. (they left their door unlcoked?!?!)
Chapter Three: Sans, seeing how fucked up the reader's life is and with his newfound friend title breaks into their apartment in order to wake them up and motivate them for the day. He already made breakfast but is kicked out quite quickly. Reader sees what he's trying to do and feels bad but COME ON PRIVACY.
Chapter Four: Sans and Papyrus talk about boundaries and Sans learns that he isnt exactly the most respectful of those. Papyrus visits the reader with an appology and his brother's number along with his own.
Chapter Five: Reader texts them both after a day with varied responces. A nervous and appologetic Sans knocks on the reader's door and is actually let in this time! Finally a bonding chapter!
Chapter Six: timeskip where reader is more motivated and in control and confesses their crush on Sans or SOMETHING idk yet.
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Sunshine - Draft of Chapter One:
You weren't a reliable person. You knew that much about yourself, at least. You weren't the type to 'jump in' if anybody was in trouble, or the person who didn't care if they caused a scene as long as they were doing what was right.
Somebody who you could count on no matter what?
That just wasn't you.
It wasn't like you didn't *want* to be that person, but there was no way in hell you were going to cause a stir for some random person who you didn't even know.
At least, that's what you were trying to tell yourself as you witnessed the scene unfolding in front of you.
You'd been in the store only five minutes longer than he had; a tall skeleton dressed in blue and grey. A handkerchief around his neck with a pair of gloves to match. He towered over the human-folk in the building, his skull just about peeking over the shelves. Though that wasn't exactly a surprise; monsters were notorious for being physically much larger than humans. He had instantly captured everyone's attention as the most interesting thing in the store.
Monsters were quite the rare sight, this far from Ebbott.
You don't think you've ever seen one apart from on the T.V. and even then it was the Queen or maybe a few other high ranked monsters. But even you had the decency not to gawk at him like he was some strange exhibit in the zoo.
Personally, you couldn't care less if he was a monster. However, he had an aura that screamed; 'make eye contact with me and I will start a lengthy conversation with you, and that frightened you more than any monster ever could.
So obviously you were avoiding him. Like you would anybody else, of course. Maybe just a teeny tiny little bit more, but that was purely because of the social energy that was pouring out of him, not because of anything else! Keeping your eyes on the shelves, on the floor, your phone, your basket, anything that wasn't a person, really.
It was as you reached the pet supplies you heard his voice ring out. Loud and boisterous and full of complete sunshine. Gross. He had asked for something, though you weren't paying enough attention to figure out what exactly he had wanted. However, you were paying enough attention to notice the lack of response.
You pressed your lips together, desperately hoping that what you think was going on wasn't going on.
No matter how you tried to ignore it, the sad interactions managed to reach you every single time, pulling softly on your heartstrings and causing a pit to form in your stomach.
You watched as he attempted to approach an employee, his gloved hand raising a finger in questioning, only for them to spin around, leaving their trolley full of stock in the isle. His half-formed greeting died instantly, his shoulders drooping and his hand dropping back to his side in disappointment.
This was none of your business, so you had told yourself, turning your gaze away to focus on the cat food in front of you. Surely more interesting than the ignorance going on all around you, right?
You'd managed to almost completely forget about him by the time you picked up the rest of what you needed. You would have left without any further complications if he hadn't rushed around the corner you were rounding, barely missing you as he marched forward, a determined look on his face. His eye-lights were dead set on the employee sweeping just a few feet away from you.
"Excuse me can you please tell me where you keep your flour?!" He'd spoken in such a hurry that it took both you and the worker a moment to understand what he'd actually said. Probably to get all his words out before the startled human could speed away as the others had.
Caught off guard, the human faltered. Their expression had turned into one of discomfort and irritation, and they looked down at their broom, no longer moving under the intense pressure of having to communicate to a monster.
"We-" Their voice cracked. "We don't have any."
Well, that wasn't true at all. You'd passed the baking section just a second ago and there was definitely flour there. And what sort of grocery store doesn't sell flour?
"But-!"
"Now if that's all - I'd suggest you leave." He had tried to protest but flinched at their harshness. And with their last passive-aggressive remark they ran off, just like everybody else had.
If you thought he looked sad before, he looked devastated now. All droopy and dejected, his sparkling eyes practically grey now, and his whole stature had practically shrunken into itself. All of the determination was drained out of him.
He wasn't supposed to look like that, a guy like him. The literal embodiment of a sunny day, looking so gloomy? It wasn't right. He shouldn't look like -
- you.
You took a single step away from the situation when he turned, locking eyes with you.
Oh my god why are you looking at me?!
NOPE.
You instantly turned away, your face heating with shame as you begin to walk away from it all.
You weren't ignorant. The passive-aggressive nature of the employees was racist, you knew that. You just weren't the type to get all confrontational, even if you knew it was wrong to stay out of it.
God, you were pathetic.
You can barely get yourself out of bed in the mornings. Of course, you'd stay silent when somebody is suffering because you didn't care. No passion, no aspiration, no nothing. You have nothing and you knew it and this is *exactly* why you don't leave the house. You should have just stayed inside where you didn't have to deal with things like this!
You heard the softest, smallest sigh from behind you. The sound of someone else giving up.
Your heart sank. This was so wrong.
For fuck's sake, you had to do something.
Even if it was only small.
You want to go back to bed.
Your mind fought against your little movements as you turned around once more, the small shuffle toward him purging any thought that this was in any way a good idea.
Even as he was hunched over and all sad, you had to look up at him to meet his eyes. He was staring at the ground, almost bitterly, devoid of all hope. It looked out of place.
You had to mentally hold your breath before you opened your mouth to speak.
"It's on the third aisle." Your voice was so quiet even you could barely hear it. But he had. His gaze had locked onto yours, his head snapping up so fast your nerve had faded immediately.
There was no response, just a continuous stare, his eye-lights suddenly far too sharp and bright. The ridge on his brow twitched.
You *really* want to go back to bed.
"...the flour, I mean." You tried once more, inwardly cringing at yourself.
While you spoke, the skeleton had risen to his full height, staring down at you as he loomed. But before you could slither away with embarrassment, he grinned. Finally, the excitement was back - you could almost see the stars in his eyes.
You almost sighed in relief.
"Thank you!" He gleamed, his voice just as cheerful as before. It wasn't like you would expect, such a deep voice sounding so lively and happy. It was nice.
"No problem." You smiled back hesitantly, intent on turning away for good this time when he began to reach out.
Oh fuck.
Your arm was tugged forward a little as his gloved hands enveloped one of yours, shaking it enthusiastically. His smile didn't falter for a second, while yours had become strained and lopsided at the further contact.
"No, really - Thank you, Human! That was a really kind thing to do!" He informed you, still holding your hand firmly. "I know we monsters aren't all that common here, so it must be a little bit of a shock to see me. But regardless, you still helped, even though it wasn't your responsibility!"
Oh god, this was too much dialogue.
"Seriously, no problem." You chuckled, sweat beading on your forehead. You gave your hand a light tug, away from the overly attentive skeleton. You almost didn't expect him to let go, but you found yourself able to hug the box of pet food once more as he continued his spiel, taking a step forward as you stepped back.
"It isn't often I find someone willing to help others like this, and I can tell it took a lot for you to do that! I know it wasn't just a small thing and I need you to know how much I appreciate it!"
Bile was rising to your throat as he continued to speak, bells ringing in your head as you looked around for an escape route.
"-And I haven't even introduced myself yet!" He chuckled and shook his head in disbelief and thrust his hand towards you again, redirecting your attention back to him. "My name is Sans - Sans the Skeleton."
No! You were supposed to be gone by now! Not making acquaintances, you just wanted some fucking cat food for crying out loud!
Just shake his stupid hand and get out of there.
You bit your cheek and slowly reached out - the unsettlingly familiar feeling of his gloved hand encasing yours made you want to scream.
[GOD. That's it. That's literally where it cuts off, and i could HIT myself. I have a few other drafts saved, but it isn't much.]
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[This is a teeny tiny drabble of Sans trying to get reader out of bed:]
“Come on now - up and at em’, Sunshine!” Sans’ voice rang out as your face scrunched up in annoyance.
“I’m not ‘sunshine’.” You groaned, throwing an arm over your face to cover your eyes. “And get out of my apartment! Who even let you in?!”
“Sure you are, Sunshine!” He grinned, unfazed by your anger. “And no!”
Sans’ gloved hands wrapped around your shoulders, tugging you out of your bed to your very vocal displeasure.
“Human, you are in need of my assistance! And I am more than happy to offer you my services!”
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[and THIS is an edgy little drabble of Sans defending the reader against a cat-caller. Not quite sure why I wrote this, but have it anyway:]
“Seriously? You’re like a hundred years old and your catcalling her? What, did your wife die, or does she know how much of a disgusting low life you are? Or maybe, you’ve been alone all your life because all the women that you’ve ever seen know exactly what kind of SCUM you are!”
It was amazingly terrifying. Sans’ usually sweet expression morphing into something so... angry. It didn’t look right on him.
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[this is less interesting, but it was a little bit of world-building for what reader's life was like, and how they were going to work as a character.]
You were so tired. And bored. And uncomfortable. Restless. Tired. Unmotivated.
Did you say tired already?
Oops.
The most important adjective was probably 'unmotivated', though. That's just what you were.
You couldn't find a reason to do... anything. All you did was sleep, eat, maybe watch netlix, browse, sleep, eat again if you were feeling up to it.
Perhaps it wasn't motivation, but depression that was the underlying issue here, but whatever.
The problem was that you were unmotivated. And you weren't exactly motivated to solve that problem.
Or maybe you were. Who knows.
It's what led you to some overpriced coffee shop, where you weren't even buying any coffee. Desperate to leave your crappy apartment, to do your best to do something over then wallow in your pit, you guessed.
And hot chocolate was always a good solution, right?
Probably not. A warm drink probably wasn't going to solve all your problems - but it was a good start, right?
Probably not.
You'd left your apartment, your unkept hair swept back under a hood. Bags under your tired eyes and stained shoes on your feet.
You didn't even bother to lock the door behind you, instead forcing your body to move to the elevator doors and stretch out your finger to press a button.
You travelled exactly one floor down to the ground, and stepped out of the dirty elevator, and out into the open.
The light was blinding.
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When you'd forced yourself out of your own apartment, you didn't really have a destination in mind.
You had just done it.
You never really thought about things anymore. You didn't really do anything anyway, but your lack of caution was concerning to say the very least, especially with how unconcerned you actually were.
You were so tired. Tired of lying stiff as a board on your bed, but at the same time almost unwilling to move for anything... unnecessary.
You hadn't left your apartment in months.
You weren't quite sure why you had even left today, but here you were, staring blankly at the elevator in your complex, unwilling to take the stairs even if you were only on the first floor.
With your hands stuffed deep in your pockets and your hood covering your *very* un-groomed hair, you left the contraption and stepped out of the complex.
[SO THAT'S SUNSHINE!]
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Another thing I'd like to share is this story I wrote for Underfell Papyrus. It's called 'A helping hand':
A Helping Hand - Original Plan:
Underfell paps has a one night stand with MCs roommate but ultimately ends up falling for her.
I want this to be like 3-5 chapters long at most.
Papyrus is mad that he was pushed aside so easily after fucking MCs Roomate Mari, and rants to MC who was up late anyway.
"Yeah, I know how you feel. It sucks."
"How could you possibly know how I feel?! You look like you haven't left your room in months!"
"Okay, ouch."
"W-Well that's a good thing! At least you haven't been pushed aside like you are nothing!"
"Buddy, that's the story of my life."
"I... don't! know how to respond!"
"Don't worry about it." (Laugh) "it's just the depression creeping in."
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"Well! Since you have helped me! I will help you! You WILL meet me in the (park) at precisely eight am sharp for training!"
"Wait, what?"
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Ch1- Papyrus introduction to mc demands to hang out
Ch2- hangout mc's tired Papyrus is like wtf don't you sleep. Demands another hangout.
Ch3- reader shows up late bc she's asleep but meets sans yay fun. They probably hang out more but off screen I'll do that when it comes something like
'And he was persistent. In the one week you knew him you'd hung out a total of 8 times. He'd even shown up to your work just to talk. It was weird having someone around, but you couldn't say you hated it. It was nice to not be lonely.'
Ch4- reader gets fired from work n doesn't show up to hang out so Papyrus breaks in n demands that they change their life n move in w him also they confess.
Ch5-Dee and mc talk Dee apologises and mc moves out to be w Papyrus. Also prologue reader got another job w Grillby yay cliche.
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A Helping Hand - Draft of Chapter One:
The first night in your new apartment had been jarring, to say the least.
Without so much as an introduction to your new roommate, they'd began banging on your wall. It was a consistent, heavy knocking sound which didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.
You remember your confusion morphing into irritation. What -the hell- were they doing this late?
Turning the volume up on your laptop didn't muffle the sound, and your headphones were buried deep into one of the boxes you had been too lazy to unpack.
Looking back, you didn't think that they would've done much good. With the banging came the vibrations, and especially when the moaning began.
You recall your face heating up at the realisation that your roommate wasn't banging on your wall, they were just banging.
While it wasn't exactly a pleasant scenario, it had prepared you for the five months to come, as Dee, who you had only learned the name of a month into the arrangement, brought home a new lover every night.
Well. Not every night. But most nights.
You didn't see Dee a whole lot. They were always out unless they were at home fucking somebody, and on the off chance you did see them they would only offer a small smile and a 'you alright?'.
You'd only actually hung out once in your five months of being there.
It was awkward.
Hell, you'd actually spent more time with some of Dee's one night stands more than Dee.
Most were aware of the unspoken rule - you fuck then you leave. But there were always the odd few.
You sat in the kitchen eating whatever junk was on offer that night with many of those few while they either cried into your shoulder or sat solemnly shovelling food in their faces.
The whole situation made you a little bit angry. You weren't mad about Dee's habits, that was their business, but when it started to really affect your life, you began to become more disdainful towards your roommate. Your whole schedule had changed.
You worked at a grocery store, twenty hours a week, as well as commissions online.
It was the perfect set up before living with Dee.
But now you could never get a good night's sleep, only managing to nod off at whatever time Dee decided to kick out their latest hookup.
On top of that, when you'd been looking for a roomie, you really hoped you could be friends with them.
You didn't have a whole lot of those.
It sounds silly, but you'd wanted a roomie who would be your best friend. Somebody to confide in and always be there when you needed them. Someone to have a laugh with.
Dee was a major disappointment.
You were always lonely. That's probably why you didn't mind hanging out with whoever they slept with.
Tonight was no different.
Sitting at the kitchen table, glaring at your blank notebook and tuning out the sound of Dee's sexual endeavours.
Apparently, you'd tuned it out well enough to fall asleep, because the next thing you know your head was rested on the book, a small puddle of drool left on the page you were writing on.
You blinked.
The noises had stopped. A glance at the clock showed it was half-four in the morning. You'd managed a small paragraph, which had been smudged by your saliva.
You cringed, wiping your mouth hastily.
Gross.
Thank god nobody saw that.
The sound of someone clearing their throat snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to let out a sharp, startled gasp and flinch back in your chair.
Spoke too soon.
It was a monster. A skeleton monster to be exact. He stood tall, taller than your doorframe anyway. Everything about him was sharp and intimidating, from the nasty scar on his right eye-socket to his steel-toed black boots. High cheekbones, shark-like teeth, a disgusted expression.
Quickly you opened your mouth to explain that no, you weren't actually a tramp and you didn't sleep on your table and dribble all over your work, however he made quick work of your attempt to speak, raising his gloved hand to face his palm towards you.
"If you are about to scream, don't. I am not breaking in, I was with-"
You weren't, but you understood why he thought that. Monsters weren't exactly common, and he definitely wasn't aware of your roommates habits. Poor thing.
"Dee. Yeah, I know - um. How long have you been standing there?"
His voice was loud. Loud and slightly nasally. His tone reeked of authority and prestige. Your interruption seemed to catch him off guard, but only after a slight pause did he continue.
"...Long enough."
You scratched around your nose awkwardly.
"Sorry. Uh. Yeah, sorry." You murmured, not quite sure yourself why you were apologising. "Couldn't sleep, hah..."
"Don't apologise." He squinted at you in disapproval. "Listen, human. Your friend seems to be unaware of proper bedroom etiquette. Where is your bathroom?"
"Ah, Dee's not really... anyway um, it's more of an en-suite situation." You explained.
Every room had its own bathroom, and one kitchen to share between two.
"Oh."
"Did... Dee not let you use their shower?"
"They... They just wanted me gone, I suppose." The monster seemed to falter for a second, looking down at his feet. Actually, now that you were really taking in his appearance, he seemed a little bit disheveled.
You furrowed your brows in sympathy. Dee could be such a dick.
"Are you alr-?"
"Don't ask foolish questions, human." He spat. "I don't need your pity."
You blinked.
That was a little uncalled for.
"I... right." You nodded.
You get it. He was embarrassed. You would be too, if you were in his position - and you had been! Then again, you hadn't exactly found their roommate passed out on the table, but you still understood.
You slowly pulled yourself to your feet.
"Um. Do-"
"Stop that."
"Huh?"
"Stop using such meaningless filler language. I don't have time to listen to your useless rambling. Speak normally, without the 'um's and 'err's!"
You opened your mouth and shut it again, like a fish out of water.
Now you move out of understanding territory and into annoyed.
"Look, man." You frowned. "You and Dee decided to keep me up all night so you could have a good shag, and now you're going to lecture me about what language I use?"
You shook your head and closed your book, scooping it into your arms, glaring up at the monster blocking the doorway.
"So; Do you want to use my shower? Or do you want to let yourself out?"
A small staring competition ensued, his empty sockets boring holes into your tired eyes. A small eternity later he nodded.
"That's much better, human. You're much more likely to gain respect by speaking like a proper civilian. Now, where is your room?"
Was he serious?
He looked at you expectantly.
Of course he was.
You sighed a small 'whatever' as you shook your head, skirting past his figure to head towards your room next to Dee's.
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I hope you enjoy these. Once again - Not a chapter ! very sorry !!! But I really like these ideas, and I wanted to put them out there - just in case anybody else is interested, haha. Stay Safe!!