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“hey, what’s that in front of the rock?” Sans asked.
“SANS!” Papyrus looked and put his gloved hands on the sides of his skull in shock. “OH MY GOD, YOU CLONED YOURSELF!?”
Frisk looked confused for a moment but then remembered whose coat they were wearing and shook with silent laughter.
The shorter of the skeleton brothers managed a snort somehow, brief expression of surprise at the conversation’s deviance from how it normally went catching him off guard before he laughed too, struggling to regain his composure.
“oh my god, paps…” Sans grinned, eyes full of amusement. “i love you, bro.”
Papyrus gave Sans a confused look as he said, “I LOVE YOU TOO, BUT WHAT’S GOING ON?”
Straightening up and grinning a lot less tiredly now, Sans looked sideways his brother before motioning towards Frisk.
“hey, looks like the human borrowed my coat. maybe they’re trying to impersonate me to get past your puzzles. clever, right?”
Frisk had trouble collecting themself from laughing so much. They could feel their sides getting sore.
“INGENIOUS! ALMOST HAD ME FOOLED!” Papyrus commented, placing a hand under his chin. “BUT NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO FOOL THE GREAT PAPYRUS!”
Read the story here:
*** archiveofourown.org/works/1596… ***Summary:
After successfully living on the surface for four months and, much to Sans’ surprise, discovering Frisk is actually a magic user, Frisk initiates a reset. But why and to what end?
The story stemmed from the idea: “What if the stick Frisk had wasn’t just a stick?” and the rest is history.
New chapters will be posted each Saturday.
Notes:
This story is a rewritten version of a series of RPs we made between February 2016 and March 2017 wherein Harry Potter lore/universe is worked in, however the events of those books took place many, many, years ago prior to the events of Frisk falling into the Underground. The story deviates off of the true pacifist route to achieve a different ending result.
Rating: T for language and some violent scenes

Description

Excerpt:
“hey, what’s that in front of the rock?” Sans asked.
“SANS!” Papyrus looked and put his gloved hands on the sides of his skull in shock. “OH MY GOD, YOU CLONED YOURSELF!?”
Frisk looked confused for a moment but then remembered whose coat they were wearing and shook with silent laughter.
The shorter of the skeleton brothers managed a snort somehow, brief expression of surprise at the conversation’s deviance from how it normally went catching him off guard before he laughed too, struggling to regain his composure.
“oh my god, paps…” Sans grinned, eyes full of amusement. “i love you, bro.”
Papyrus gave Sans a confused look as he said, “I LOVE YOU TOO, BUT WHAT’S GOING ON?”
Straightening up and grinning a lot less tiredly now, Sans looked sideways his brother before motioning towards Frisk.
“hey, looks like the human borrowed my coat. maybe they’re trying to impersonate me to get past your puzzles. clever, right?”
Frisk had trouble collecting themself from laughing so much. They could feel their sides getting sore.
“INGENIOUS! ALMOST HAD ME FOOLED!” Papyrus commented, placing a hand under his chin. “BUT NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO FOOL THE GREAT PAPYRUS!”
Read the story here:
*** archiveofourown.org/works/1596… ***Summary:
After successfully living on the surface for four months and, much to Sans’ surprise, discovering Frisk is actually a magic user, Frisk initiates a reset. But why and to what end?
The story stemmed from the idea: “What if the stick Frisk had wasn’t just a stick?” and the rest is history.
New chapters will be posted each Saturday.
Notes:
This story is a rewritten version of a series of RPs we made between February 2016 and March 2017 wherein Harry Potter lore/universe is worked in, however the events of those books took place many, many, years ago prior to the events of Frisk falling into the Underground. The story deviates off of the true pacifist route to achieve a different ending result.
Rating: T for language and some violent scenes