#undertale fic

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You know what would be a really awful, angsty plot twist that would follow up with a lot of hilarious shenanigans???

If after Irene brought Gaster and Frisk back into the timeline, and tried to peacefully, willingly give Asgore her soul so no one would have to fight, Frisk just RESETS.

Because after Frisk is returned, they gain control of the SAVE file. Irene no longer has the ability. And they refuse to let Irene die. So they RESET to when they first fell down, and free the monsters True Pacifist style instead of Irene.

Gaster isn’t erased from existence anymore, so his presence is permanent, but people don’t really question it. They wonder if he’s always been there, but can’t recall if he hasn’t. Everyone just accepts him as part of the skeleton family, and Papyrus is happier than ever. Sans somewhat remembers, so he just lets it happen. Papyrus treats Gaster, just like before, as his dad.

Yet as a result. Irene never falls down. She doesn’t get stabbed by a human and chased to Mount Ebott either, because the monsters would have been freed by then. She doesn’t befriend Sans or Papyrus, and she doesn’t remember Gaster. She doesn’t remember anything, though she probably gets such strong deja vu when interacting/seeing the monsters.

She probably won’t even meet the Skele-fam until months later, when she’s working and they’re grocery shopping. Sans is obviously asleep in the cart and buried in all the groceries, while Papyrus is pushing it around and checking things off a list. Gaster is just there to supervise because well-meaning as he is Paps sometimes grabs the wrong things.

And then boom. They enter her line and she’s the cashier and Gaster knows her but she doesn’t know him, and Sans is like sort of aware because he recognizes her- he remembers that she isn’t a threat, is a friend- and Papyrus, chatting away after answering the usual questions of “did you find everything okay” and “hello, how are you today” probably mentions that he can’t find his favorite food anywhere.

Irene: “Oh really? What is it? Pasta? Actually, no, hold on. Let me guess. You… seem like an oatmeal and dinosaur egg kinda skeleton!”

Papyrus: “WOWIE!? YOU CAN TELL!???”

Irene: “Wait, I was right? Uh… cool! Egg-cellent, actually. Um. The… oatmeal should be in aisle five, I think. Yeah. Aisle five or six.”

Papyrus: “THANK YOU, HUMAN THAT I DEFINITELY DON’T THINK IS SUPER FAMILIAR FOR ANY PARTICULAR REASON! I SHALL GO GET THE OATMEAL NOW AND PRETEND I DID NOT HEAR THAT BAD PUN. SANS- GUARD THE CART!”

Runs off. Sans snorts, then lazily opens an eye. “sure thing bro.”

Que awkward waiting for Papyrus to get back. Ends up staring at Gaster for a bit. He notices.

Irene: “O-Oh, uh, sorry. I just- uh, I don’t know you, right? I mean, I’m pretty sure I don’t know you; I think I’d remember a skeleton as pretty as you- I MEAN I JUST think I’d remember meeting a skeleton!? I-I don’t think I’ve seen one before, well maybe. Do you come here often? Is this a store you shop at a lot? I’m sorry this is weird I’m gonna stop talking now.”

Slaps hand to face, cringing.

Gaster, speaking in Wingdings without signing, mostly just as a test: “We Have.”

Irene, understanding what he said instantly without realizing: “Wait, what? Really? When?”

Gaster: “Before.”

Irene: “…Hah?”

Papyrus finally returns, triumphant and excited: “THEY HAVE THE OATMEAL!!!! NOW WE CAN PAY THE NICE LADY!”

Irene awkwardly finishes checking them all out. Goes to hand Papyrus the receipt. Papyrus is about to put away when he pauses.

“FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON, I AM WRITING DOWN SEVERAL NUMBERS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BELONG TO ME OR MY VERY KIND AND GOOD FATHER-“

“Papyrus, What Are You-“

“-WHO DEFINITELY MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE TALKED ABOUT A HUMAN THAT LOOKED LIKE YOU-“

“Give Me The Receipt, Papyrus-“

“-AND I FEEL LIKE YOU AND I COULD BE THE BESTEST OF FRIENDS. YOU FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE A VERY KIND AND FAMILIAR SOUL.”

Sans, snorting again as he shifts beneath all the groceries, watching the scene take place with amusement. Gaster, both flustered and irritated. “Papyrus!”

Papyrus shoves the receipt in a very startled Irene’s hands. “CALL US ANYTIME, HUMAN!! ESPECIALLY OUR DAD. ALSO ME. BECAUSE I AM A VERY COOL FRIEND TO ALL MY VERY COOL FRIENDS, AND I THINK YOU WILL BE A VERY COOL FRIEND, TOO.”

“O-Okay.” Irene nods. Awkward, and a bit embarrassed, grins. “I shall… do that. I guess. Apparently. Uh… have a nice day.”

Gaster is just sort of groaning into one of his hands, unable to believe Papyrus just did that, while Papyrus laughs.

Gaster: “For The Last Time, I’m Not Your Father. I Just Created You.”

Papyrus: “THAT MAKES YOU OUR DAD! NYEH HEH HEH, YOU EVEN HAVE A DAD MUG!”

Gaster: “You Scratched Out “Scientist” And Wrote “Dad” In It’s Place. That Does Not Make It A Dad Mug.”

Papyrus: “SOUNDS TO ME LIKE YOU’RE IN DAD-NIAL! NYEH HEH- eugh. SANS, I’VE BEEN HANGING AROUND YOU TOO MUCH.”

Sans winks and finger guns him. “sorry not sorry, bro. also, you should listen to paps, daddy-o.”

Gaster: “Stop.”

Sans: “don’t think I didn’t see you using the dad mug last week. if you hated it so much you could have just painted it back over.”

Gaster: “We Are Going To The Car And This Conversation Did Not Happen.”

Papyrus, happily pushing the cart and following after him: “IT TOTALLY DID HAPPEN BECAUSE YOU’RE OUR DAD AND YOU LOVE US, AND THAT HUMAN WAS TOTALLY GIVING YOU THE LOOK! SHE’LL ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CALL TO ASK YOU ON A DATE! THEN SANS AND I WILL HAVE A DAD AND A MOM!”

Gaster: “Stop.”

Irene, meanwhile, questioning what the hell just happened and why she was actually tempted to call the numbers the loud skeleton gave her:

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