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The Nice Cream Rabbit made bank in the early days of the Hunger, seeing an opportunity to cash in on the starvation of the monsters by selling large slabs of fresh meat to the beasts the monsters had become. If no customers came, he would eat one of the slabs he harvested for himself. However, he soon became prey himself when money ceased to have value to monsterkind. He currently resides on a hill outside Snowdin, chained to his wrecked Nice Cream cart and mutilated beyond repair to prevent escape. To ensure this, his arms and legs have been chopped off and the stumps cauterized to prevent regrowth. He is even further secured to his cart by what remains of his umbrella, which is skewered through his body.
Every day, the smaller monsters of the forest descend upon him to devour his flesh and suck the marrow from his bones. His screams carry through the entire forest, sending chills through everyone that hears them, including the more insane monsters. When he is nothing more than a lump of gnawed flesh and broken bone, he is fed his own entrails by the one responsible for his state and forced to painfully heal, readying him for the next day’s feast.
Gyftrot’s insanity is one of manipulative, obsessive hatred, a puppetmaster of radical influence on those less intelligent than he. He has watched those that tortured and wronged him for century upon century, letting anger and loathing poison his soul. Once the Hunger took its toll on him, it only exacerbated that fury into a white-hot inferno of retribution and vengeance.
His body has become a mass of unnatural, polymorphic limbs and orifices, allowing him to not only speak from several different mouths at once and see in all directions, but to climb the trees of the forest in spider-like fashion. He plots from their branches, largely untouchable from his perches. He descends on prey he has stalked in near silence, yet he draws out their death to the last possible, delicious scream.
And he loves it.
Gyftrot prefers to create elaborate, long-term plans to ensnare as many monsters as possible at once and gorge on them in excess despite his consuming, never-ending hunger, bathing in their blood and relishing their tortured cries for mercy. He is responsible for Nice Cream Guy’s state, manufactured as a ploy to capture a marauding group of teenage monsters that once strung his body with Christmas decorations. This has caused the demise of an unfathomable amount of monsters from the Snowdin area of the Underground.
The friendly, vacant smile of the Snowman is a lie. The real Snowman tunnels underneath the snow and dirt, creating a labyrinthine network of tunnels underneath parts of Snowdin. Its body has become a semi solid mass of ice shards, diamond hard and capable of destroying virtually any material, if given enough time. Anyone who approaches its lure will fall through the snow and into the monster below’s waiting maw. Its prey is quickly sanded down and incorporated into its own mass, absorbed into the now blood red shards of ice. If you see it in the woods, don't be fooled by its crude, crumbling form. Look for the fallen trees behind it, the mound upon which it sits, and note how it shuffles closer with every heartbeat, every breath, every blink. Every step betrays you, the crunch of fallen snow drawing it closer and closer, faster and faster. You cannot hope to run if you see that frozen liar's frigid smile.
End of The Lesser Monsters
Sans, even demented and twisted almost beyond recognition, still has a way about him.
He used to be renowned across the Underground as a friendly, chatty fellow, making friends everywhere he went. He had a charm in his voice, the twinkle of his gaze, and there was never a monster that did not feel welcome in his presence, even with his occasional, good-hearted pranks.
His welcomes these days were less anticipated.
While puzzles were notoriously Papyrus’ game, Sans has taken them up himself, of late. His traps were the kind you never want to encounter, because there was no way out of them, and far worse than killing you… They kept you alive. They drew out your last measure of despair, while you waited to be found by its creator.
And when he did find you, his smile was no longer one of friendliness and mischief. The Hunger lived in his devious, delirious grin, and it was sure to be the last thing you saw in this world.
Besides that damn axe, of course.
Yes, Sans had his good sides, even in the world that had stolen his mind and his wife. His pranks and jokes were cruel and murderous, now, designed to create fear in the souls of other, lesser monsters as they fled the hooded specter, the hunting, hungering best, but there were times, when the gold of merciless, mutated justice fled his gaze, and left behind the softer, more fleeting light of his patience.
That side was meant only for his brother and beloved, precious daughter, for the memory of his departed bride. They received the best of him, all that remained of his kindness and the good in his diseased, scarred soul.
None but his family would ever see this side. The rest of the Underground is the fuel to prolong the lives of his loved ones, blood for his hands and meat for the bite of his razor-sharp blade, and when outside the influence of his family…
There is nothing left of Sans the skeleton but his renowned grin, and the echoing, hellacious cackle of the Hunger from deep within.
Within Sans’ shattered skull glows the evidence of his madness, his separated mind; his magic has divided, Justice and Patience two separate entities in his psyche, and are shown, together or separate, in his varying moods.
Before the Glitch and the Hunger, he was married to Frisk, and had managed to conceive a child with her before forcing her to leave the war-torn Underground. Her loss affected him more than even the Hunger.
Before the Hunger
Sans wasn't always close with Frisk. Years ago, back in a separate timeline even, he watched her as she slaughtered every monster she came across, including his own brother. The very sight of seeing Papyrus head fall off his shoulders from her strike put him in such a fit of rage and anguish that he left the scene-right before Frisk broke down in tears over what she had done. As quick as he left the scene, he woke up back in his home, in the middle of the night. Papyrus was alive, everyone was alive, as if she never fell down to begin with.
Sans was well aware of the resets Frisk had, but the timeline he saw was nothing he ever saw her do before. With those images of carnage fresh in his mind, he was adamant of preventing such a thing from happening again. When Frisk entered Snowdin again, he kept his composure like every other timeline, but would secretly watch her from afar, keeping an eye on her actions. He would watch her actions from Snowdin, Waterfall, Hotland, all the way to the capitol and Dreemurr Castle. At the end of her journey, he planned on confronting her at the barrier about what had happened in the last timeline. What he would do? He didn't really know if he should just kill her or get a confession out of her on why she did it. However, what he walked into at the barrier was something he did not anticipate.
He saw a flower, similar to what his brother told him about earlier, kill king Asgore as he had his guard left down. Frisk, looked terrified but didn't run from the scene. As Flowey prepared to absorb the souls, Sans intervened and attacked the flower, causing it to flee. With the new circumstances, Frisk decided to stay underground and help monsterkind find another way to get to the surface. She eventually went to live in the capitol with the queen, who ended the order to collect souls from any human that did fall underground. Papyrus would be assigned to be her bodyguard, which deeply upsetted Sans. He was happy that Papyrus finally got the job he always wanted as part of the royal guard, but he had just seen her murder his brother in another timeline, and now he was being tasked to protect her.
He would plea to the captain of the royal guard to reassign him to anything but the human, but his words fell on deaf ears-or deaf fins. Even threats wouldn't get through to Undyne, and their exchange strained their relationship, despite it being friendly-looking in Papyrus eyes, he didn't need to know what was really going on.
Realizing he is unable to get Papyrus reassigned to something else, he decided to keep a close eye on his brother-and the human. He would set up his hotdog stand, and when his brother came over to him to visit, he would lazily smile at his brother(exchange a few dirty glances to Frisk that would scare her half to death at times). Sans was very cold and distant towards Frisk for several years as she grew up. He didn't want to talk to her, he didn't want anything to do her. The only times he showed kindness was when his brother was looking, his mood would switch up faster than it started.
This would be the norm until Frisk confronted him directly. After words of encouragement from Paps, Frisk would approach him while he was at his hot dog stand why did he hate her so much. Sans at first shrugged it off like it was nothing, but she didn't relent in what she was asking him. The passive aggressive commentary, the dirty looks he would glance at her, she knew he was hiding something. The confrontation went from one thing to another, and before you would know it, Sans snapped.
He lashed out at her, his rationality and reason thrown out the window from all his bottled up emotions. In the midst of his rampage, he blindly used his blue magic on her, throwing her into a wall and breaking her arm. As he was calming down, he snapped out of it as he heard sniffling from the opposite side. There was frisk, arm damaged, tears in her eyes as she sat next to the wall. Seeing this sight snapped him back to reason, now rushing over to Frisk's side to examine the damage he had done. As Sans checked her soul, Frisk screamed at him that she didn't understand why he hated her so much. When Sans saw her soul, he felt a connection with her that he never felt before.
Sans took her back to Papyrus' to stay the night, where he began to heal her. When Papyrus questioned how she got her injury, she passed it off as a clumsy slip from a ledge. Sans attitude towards Frisk would change that day, no longer seeing her as a threat to him or his brother. In the years that followed he and Frisk's friendship would grow closer. He would eventually begin to get back into science where he and Alphys worked on a machine to break the barrier. A few years after the incident, Sans would begin dating Frisk after realizing his true feelings for her at Springhaven, the capitol of Waterfall. Eventually, the two will get married there as well. Sans would soul bond with Frisk, sharing his lifespan with hers. For three years, everything would be perfect.
...It was not meant to be for long.
When Sans found out that Frisk was pregnant, he was overjoyed and couldn't wait to be a father. There was to be a massive ceremony at the capitol where Queen Toriel would announce the upcoming birth of the first sorcerer in 1000+ years. However, hours before the ceremony, the flower returned and struck the queen in the back, stealing the six human souls for himself. Transformed into a monstrous form, he began to rampage throughout the capitol, destroying everything and everyone it came across. Buildings were torn through, civillians were massacred if too close. Flowey was looking for the seventh soul, and Sans wasn't going to let that happen.
While his brother and the royal guard fought off the abomination, he took the fallen queen's soul and met up with his wife at the barrier, where he pushed her through with the soul in a desperate mission to save the underground. Frisk was to find help on the surface as the denizens underground dealt with the flower. Torn by his decision, he would wait by the barrier for days, weeks even, waiting for his wife to return.
It tore Sans apart from the inside as he stood there idly by the barrier, waiting for her. There was hope in him however that she would come back safe and sound. That was until he felt her being attacked on the surface from their soulbond. Eventually Papyrus would find him by the barrier, who tried to get him out of his funk. He pleaded with his brother to say something, do something.
He hadn't eat or slept in days since Frisk's departure. Those around him would try and invoke hope, that she would come back with help, but through his soulbond he knew what was happening to her. When Undyne confronted him in a fury of rage of his actions, he was motionless in his own devastation. What than ensued was Undyne smashing his head open with one punch when the hunger began to take its effects on her.
Now in comatose, Papyrus would take him home, where he cared for him as he recovered from the near fatal injury. For weeks Sans was unaware of the fire rising in snowdin. With the quarantine by the royal guard now completely ineffective, the hunger was spreading like wildfire. In his coma, he himself would be affected by the hunger, and the moment he woke up the only thing on his mind was to consume. He raided the house kitchen, looking for anything to eat. When a frightened Papyrus found him, his feral and irrational mind from the hunger attacked him, and if it wasn't for his self restraint, he would have eaten his own brother right there.
As the months went by without Frisk, Sans would fall deep into a depressive state. Papyrus would find him clutching Frisk's pillow as he slept, saying it was the closest he could get to her. He would have dreams of being together with her, only that they were heavily distorted. As the underground began to starve in the months that passed by, Sans would continue with his worsening depression, with the newly acquired insatiable hunger from the sickness that has consumed their world. He had moments of depression in life before, but it was nothing compared to what he was experiencing now. Than that fateful day occurred.
As Sans rotted in bed, he felt as if a part of his soul has faded from existence. It was painful, it was a terrible, terrible feeling. Frisk died, and she wasn't coming back. Upon this realization he berserk, smashing things around in his room before turning to the nearest wall in the room to bash his broken skull in. His brother would find him in this terrifying state and understand what had happened. In the best of his efforts, Papyrus would try and calm Sans down as he screamed that she was gone, and pleaded for death.
He was not the same since that day.
Papyrus lives in a reality of his own making, a dementia so consuming that he is no longer aware of the real world.
He is childish, as his fantasy world is one where everything is right and the Underground is still well. He does the same thing every day under Sans’ supervision, building puzzles, making spaghetti, watching reruns of Mettaton’s old shows and reading the same books, over and over and over.
To be removed from his schedule, and his comfort, disturbs him greatly; his regressions can be incredibly violent, damaging to himself and others, and at times must be restrained in his bed to keep from harming himself in his rages. Sans keeps him close to home constantly for this reason, and has to watch over him every moment of the day so Papyrus doesn’t end up being targeted by a foolish, hungry monster, or harms himself without realizing.
The only change he is aware of, even in his childish delusion, is the damage to Sans’ face, and he often makes up far-fetched stories to explain the gaping hole away. When Aliza falls, he incorporates her into his fantasy, recalling a long-ago time when Frisk was a child her age and latching onto it. He does not recognize that she is not his best friend, but in fact his niece.
However, on occasion, the real Papyrus peeks into the devastated world of the Underground before diving back down under mad delusion.
Papyrus is steeped pretty deep in denial, so much so that anything that challenges his perception of the world can make him unhinged and possibly violent. He knows what happened – what is happening – deep down inside, but refuses to face it or even acknowledge it, his peace of mind depends on it.
- Mercy-Monster
Before the Hunger
After Frisk's route through the Underground ended with Toriel crowned as queen, the human hunting initiative was terminated. With this change in policy, Undyne finally relented and allowed Papyrus to officially join the ranks of the Kingsguard!
Due to his brilliant rapport with the human (she was his best friend, after all) and his own merits, Papyrus was a benchmark for the newly created position of royal bodyguard. It was Papy's job to protect and guide Frisk when Toriel couldn't.
Sans, while happy that his brother got his dream job, wasn't too thrilled at the prospect of him being around the human. No matter how many pleas and discreet threats Sans made to Undyne for Paps' position to move somewhere far from the human one, the fish captain was immovable. Their relationship, while still friendly on Papy's face, was quite strained. Seeing how Undyne wouldn't put Papyrus anywhere else, Sans decided to open a hot dog stand in New Home to keep an eye on his brother.
Frisk, however, didn't remember much about the aborted genocide. She didn't understand Sans's fervent dislike of her (she could see in his black eye sockets when Paps wasn't looking that he hated her, and he scared her), but Papyrus always took her mind off of her with unconditional love and encouragement. He was her best friend and was so patient and understanding with her. It's not hard to believe that young Frisk had a crush on him for quite some time.
It was Paps' encouragement and her own determination that led Frisk to heal the rift between her and Sans. She wanted to understand why he hated her so much, why he thought so little of her, and she wanted to change his mind.
When she confronted Sans about it, he let years of anxiety and anger overwhelm her rationality and reason, and he lashed out at her.
In the end, when Sans had seen her soul and felt the connection they shared, he had taken her back to his place where Papyrus could heal the damage he had done ("Don't overdo it, Papy! It's okay, really! I just slipped off a cliff. You know me, a total disaster!”)
Sans's attitude towards humans had drastically changed after that day, and Papyrus wouldn't know why for another month after the incident.
Years later, Papyrus cried throughout the wedding. He was a mess when they took their vows, and Undyne had to pull him away from the couple all night at the reception. Throughout the ceremony and into the night, he made sure everyone knew which of course he knew they were together!
Papyrus' job as Frisk's bodyguard had once been a source of constant stress for Sans, but now it was a weight off her shoulders. He knew now that Frisk wasn't (and never had been) a threat to Papyrus, and he didn't trust anyone but his own brother to keep her safe as he went back to the lab to work with Alphys on finding a way to break the Barrier. .
Papyrus was moved to tears of happiness once more the day her brother told him about the imminent birth of his niece or nephew. He was sworn to secrecy, however, and he wasn't allowed to run through the Underground with the news just yet. Queen Toriel, the only other living soul in the Underground who knew of her pregnancy at that time, wanted to organize an extravagant ceremony to announce it. A sorcerer child was a big deal, after all, and it meant the monsters would be released soon - it would be a much-needed morale boost for the monsters who were still mourning the loss of their king over a decade ago.
But the day of the ceremony would be a day of great tragedy. Flowey, hungry for power, stole human souls and killed Toriel before the announcement was even made.
Papyrus, alongside Undyne and the rest of the Royal guards present at the ceremony, engaged the imperfect God, inflicting many casualties in the ensuing battle.
Paps had protected his brother when he found Sans crossing the battlefield, holding something in his hands that Papyrus hadn't seen yet. He would lose it in the chaos shortly thereafter and had no way of knowing where his brother had gone or what he had done.
At the end of the battle, Papyrus had scoured the decimated hall of the palace, sifting through the dust of the fallen and tending to the wounded, desperately looking for any sign of his brother. It would be days before he found Sans sitting in the Barrier room, unresponsive and catatonic.
Papyrus takes Sans back to Snowdin, refusing to speak with Undyne and against Alphys' advice. (“SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH THE AIR HERE, DOCTOR ALPHYS, CAN’T YOU FEEL IT?”)
Papyrus made Sans as comfortable as he could in his house, had even put Sans in his own race car bed ("To put you on the road to recovery, brother... Nyeh heh... I think you'd appreciate it this...") Papyrus took the couch downstairs while Sans recovered. However, sleep did not come to him easily. The TV was following MTT's 24-hour coverage of the rapidly declining state of the capital, warnings and possible sightings of the goliath that had devastated the palace, and constant updates about a strange new disease taking the Underdark by storm.
In just one week, an immediate and mandatory quarantine order was sent by the remnant of the guard led by Undyne's second-in-command; an order to Papyrus intentionally disregarded. His brother was frail and in a coma, he wasn't a threat to anyone, they wouldn't be able to give him the same care and attention that Papy himself could. No, he decided, he would take care of his brother, illness and all.
Sans would naturally do the same for him after all...
Although it was a huge weight off Papyrus's shoulders when Sans woke up – and came to his senses after nearly killing him – Sans still wasn't in any shape to do anything. His soul was very close to breaking, his HP was decreasing day by day, and he was clearly struggling to deal with this illness. So he fell on Papyrus to provide for them while Sans continued to rest and recover as best he could.
Course, Sans' ravenous hunger depleted his food supply with unfortunate rapidity, leading Papyrus to have to go out and scavenge for food and scavenge what food he could from a city that was rapidly descending into total anarchy. It was harrowing and dangerous work, but Papyrus was nothing if not completely devoted to his brother's well-being.
Sans has a history of depression, but it was never as bad as it is now. Most days, Sans is lying in bed and clutching Frisk's pillow, trying to find peace in sleep. Some days, Papyrus feared that his brother was falling. Nothing he did seemed to cheer Sans up, not like his antics usually did.
One day, while struggling to find sleep, Sans told Papyrus that when he was sleeping, that was the closest he could get to Frisk. He described vague sights and sounds and indistinct sensations in his dreams, and reflected that he was with Frisk somewhere on the surface, that he was seeing and feeling all the things she did, but that the Barrier was making it difficult for him to focus on them. Papyrus worried that his brother's dreams seemed to encourage his depression, not alleviate it, but he was completely at a loss as to how to help him.
Months passed and the Underground had only gotten worse in all that time. Papyrus was exhausted most days. While most of Snowdin's population packed up and left for the Ruins, the few that remained were becoming increasingly erratic and violent, and dealing with them with as little force as possible was becoming increasingly difficult.
There was only static on the TV now, the latest reports having been months ago, and they showed grisly scenes of violence in the ruined capital. Paps no longer took orders from the guard, although he didn't need to be a scientist to know that the quarantine they tried to impose had failed spectacularly.
And then the worst finally happened. He'd heard a bloodcurdling scream from upstairs, the sound of breaking glass and something hitting the walls with a rattle of bones. Papyrus had rushed to find Sans, more alive than he had been since this all started, slamming his broken skull against the wall. There was already a worrying hole in the wall, plaster and shards of his brother's skull loose and crumbling onto the rug.
Immediately, Papyrus knew; Sans didn't need to say anything to him.
Frisk wasn't coming back.
Papyrus went into full damage control mode, restraining his brother and pulling him away from the hole he was making in the wall. Sans screamed and raged, fighting Papyrus and trying in vain to scratch his own skull in a wild, frantic plea for death.
His own soul ached with hurt and empathy for his brother. He loved Frisk, practically helped Toriel raise her, and he was so excited for his niece or nephew, so excited for their impending freedom... And while his soul ached, he knew it was nothing compared to the sheer agony that Sans it must have felt like losing your budding family all at once.
He held Sans all night until her brother was exhausted. The whole time, Papyrus felt guilty and wrong and terrible, but also scared and... desperate... Because, as Sans cried and sobbed and begged in his arms, hysterical, hoarse whispers, Papyrus couldn't help but make his own selfish and silent requests.
"Don't leave me alone, brother, please don't leave me alone, please, please, please...".
Sans seemed to recover after that night... But he was far from the same. In the centuries they spent together, Papyrus could honestly say that he never feared his brother. Not once. But now…
Sans was relentless, merciless, cruel even, he would dare say. Papyrus had to interfere more than once when he went into battle with the locals out of fear that his brother would actually kill them.
Papyrus did his best to keep his brother in check, to keep him from being consumed by his hunger like the rest, he really did, but even Papyrus wasn't immune to it.
In time, Papyrus would start to cry, one of the most blunt symptoms before the Hunger sets in. He tried to hide it from Sans, knowing he would only lead his brother further into this darkness, but well...
When full-blown cannibalism began to creep up in Snowdin, Papyrus' tired and frayed mind finally cracked, giving us the poor demented cinnamon roll we have in Axetale.