Healing Part I - Kitten and the Don

“They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite” - Cassandra Clare 

This is a tribute for the ‘Kitten and the Don’ Untertale AU by the two wonderful @nyublackneko and @junkpilestuff, that revolve around Don G, an old-fart Gaster!sans and his right hand human Frisk, who is around 30 years old and just recently began working for this suspicious skeleton. I’m sorry to disappoint everyone but this has nothing to do with the “First Choice” post but is a simple standalone fic, that started with my wonderful friend @candiedconstellations posing the question: “What if Frisk got ill?”. And from that point on the idea expanded to a TWO PART fanfic with fluff, action and ruthless mafia business as well as a slight touch on Frisk’s past. Dedicated, of course, to @candiedconstellations my wonderful friend, my greatest help and motivation! THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING! And also thanks to you dear reader! I hope you enjoy!

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It slightly tasted of cinnamon.

Memories of a cozy fireplace, of a soft, furry hand that brushed over their small head and the taste of sweets made with butterscotch and cinnamon rolled over them like a huge tide and almost drowned them.

They gulped and it felt worse than ever before.

ANOTHER WONDERFUL FIC BY THE TALENTED AND KIND @lumiere-and-luna !!!!

It’s a rare case for Kitten to get ill, since it’s dangerous to be weak when out on the streets! But perhaps their life as of late made them relax, and thus end up with a cold...

HAD TO DRAW THE SHORT FLASHBACK PULLED FROM THE DEPTHS OF HER MEMORIES WITH THE SCENT OF CINNAMON!!! And Don taking care of Kitten despite the results of the mission...Love all these little moments sprinkled all over the fic. ; --- ;

CANNOT WAIT TO READ THE LAST PART!!! THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR THE ENJOYABLE READ, MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND!!!! :D

Here’s some art of Kitten for @nyublackneko​ of their Mob AU but with older Frisk and G!Sans. Hahah… personally I don’t think I made Kitten good as I hoped I would draw them (As well as Don G! Jeeez I think made him too awkward looking my opinion)

Also thanking you @nyublackneko​ for like my art so far with Ham-Ham, Bunny and now Kitten! It made me really happy that I made you and others smile with my previous drawings of Ham-Ham and Bunny!!! 

I hope I can still make you all smile for my later drawings!! :D

Mob AU is made by @nyublackneko​

Idea of Frisk and G meeting if they were older is inspired by @junkpilestuff​ and @nyublackneko

G!Sans is made by @borurou

YOU HAVE MADE A FULL SERIES MY GOODNESS!!! You’ve done an amazing job showing each Frisk/Chara’s personalities and their interactions with their respective guardians! Every one of them was such a gem to see! ; -- ;

Thank you and thank you once again! These always make me smile whenever I see them! You are too kind, my good friend. ; -- ;

One Last Joke (Part 2)

From the author (@helixthepamster): 

Sorry for finishing this SO late! This was longer than expected, and work and life caught up so badly I just wanna hybernate T.T I’m also bad at humor, so this chapter was a huge hurdle to cross for me! I really hope the ending isn’t disappointing ><;;; To those who liked/reblogged/followed, I can’t thank you enough for being my source of motivation and I’m really glad you enjoyed this work of mine X’) Especially @nyublackneko   and @junkpilestuff for giving me the opportunity to write about their awesome UT!MobAU characters and @lumiere-and-luna for inspiring me to write! This is a What If fic, so some details might be different from the original AUs but I hope their personalities isn’t too OOC. If there’s anything I can improve do let me know! I’ll be trying to make more original content, Undertale and Non-Undertale related but it’ll be a very slow progress ^^; 

For those who are new to this, read Chapter 1 here.

Thank you for waiting and I hope you’ll enjoy the story~!

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“What do you think you’re doing… Kitten.”

The Don drawled out their pet name, his tone dipped so dangerously low that the timbre in his voice caused the hair on the back of their neck to stand on ends. Big, spindly yet strong fingers enveloped their own like a cage of bones, his touch infused with so much unnecessary magic it almost made them raise an eyebrow questioningly.

But they held their body still. Apart from it being the safer option for the both of them, they were also caught, lost in an unspeakably entrancing golden glow of his left eye. Not by the power it held which was tinted with the promise of death, but by the strange, raw and gripping emotions it hid.

It wasn’t Frisk’s first encounter, but they couldn’t remember a time they saw the infamous eye this close, and despite the indifference on the Don’s face, they realized…

They rarely saw Don G this guarded yet… vulnerable… all at the same time.

“You hold is too tight.” Frisk softly stated as-a-matter-of-factly.

All at once, the dense air around them dissipated and the yellow hue in his iris faded to a normal white.

…Too tight? The Don repeated their question in his head, half confused and half amused by his subordinate’s blatant complain, even though he had just caught them red-handed doing… something. He wasn’t sure what it was yet. One thing he was certain was the human’s growing impatience with him not letting go of their hand.

“The glasses,” Frisk pointed out with full annoyance etched in their face. “Or was I suppose to just watch as you crush it with your hand?”

G glanced down and sure enough, an old, slightly cracked pair of round spectacles with a thin metallic frame was within his grip. He flexed his phalanges open, feeling for a moment as if they weren’t his own, a little unsure which proved more surprising; the fact that he had forgotten he was cleaning it before he took a nap, or that this little brown Kitten of his somehow managed to get this close to him before he sensed their presence.

“Watching me while I sleep?” He casually implied, placing the spectacles carefully on his heavy rosewood desk beside his usual stack of paperwork and newspaper, accompanied by a bottle and a glass of fine scotch. “It appears you have an interesting… hobby. Not that I mind.”

“I came to remind you about your 5pm appointment with Miss Muffet,” Frisk growled and G gladly released their hand as they slapped his skeletal one away with much distaste, straightening themselves up. “I wasn’t expecting my employer to be sleeping on the job.”

“Fair enough.” He slipped in a subtle grin, loosening his red tie and unbuttoning his stifling shirt a little before he reached for his drink. G raised the cup to wet his lips, savoring the smoky richness of the expensive, well-aged liquor.

“….Curious?”

Immediately, Frisk diverted their gaze away respectfully from the spectacles, wishing they hadn’t been staring at it that noticeably.

“I won’t pry, but it’s clear that it’s important to you,” they honestly answered. The skeleton monster always seemed to act a little differently around the said item, and if one was extremely observant, even melancholic, and it made them a little unsure how to react.

“…You could say that,” G swilled the dark-golden liquid in the glass absentmindedly as he leaned back into his armchair and elegantly crossed his legs, whilst the human rested their hip lazily against the edge of his table. “But all it does is to remind me of a really lousy joke someone once told me. Care to hear it?”

“No.”

The reply was instantaneous. Frisk folded their arms and made a face, just as he expected them to.

“Hear it anyway,” the skeletal monster persisted smoothly. “Knock knock,” Don G started, grinning into his drink when he heard the human make that odd grumbling noise of reluctance that they were so fond of.

“… Who’s there?” Frisk muttered with a dead tone after a few seconds of rebellious consideration. Their boss looked up at them and was about to speak, but he then paused to ponder for a moment.  

“On second thought, I think I’ll save that joke for another day,” he finally decided rather seriously, tilting his head to the left just in time to evade a deadly, flying fountain pen which embedded itself pretty deeply into the backrest of his armchair. Had he not move, it would have passed through his right eye socket.

But of course, there’s still no way to avoid Kitten’s murderous glare. Admittedly, their reaction was something he will never get tired off. Their ability to adapt to their environment and its elements have always been impressively fast too, though he would like it if he didn’t have to keep replacing his furniture, that somehow always ended up as collateral damage.

“By the way, how’s the new weapon? Getting use to it yet?” The Don continued, taking another swig of scotch after making a mental note to put less stationery on his desk next time.

“You mean the crowbar?” Frisk’s anger lifted a bit, the topic piquing their interest instantly. “It’s lighter than I expected. The size is just nice. Has a pretty good reach and weight to it too…”

The corner of The Don’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as the former Crowbar Rogue watched the human ramble with apparent enthusiasm on their now relaxed, almost smiling face.

…He realized he liked this rare expression of theirs a little more than he expected.

Suddenly conscious of Don G staring at them intently, as if on cue, furrows shoved between their brows and their shoulders stiffened, “I’ll return it to you after today.”

G raised his glass at them, “Keep it, it’s yours.”

“I don’t need it!” They hissed, slamming both palms on the table. They’ve always disliked how he always manages to get them caught up in his pace. Despite their efforts, they’ve been wrapped around his finger so many times it was ridiculous.

“Just take it,” The Don insisted as he took the bottle of scotch and poured himself another glass. The order in his voice was clear enough for Kitten to give up temporarily as they stormed away with a furious grunt, running a hand through their short, auburn hair in vexation.

Defiant, stubborn, independent, bold, reckless, quiet and strong-willed. It was oddly nostalgic how these parts of Kitten reminded G so much of who he was back then.

Back when I was weaker… The grim reminder lingered in his mind unnecessarily. His thumb slowly caressed the cold, smooth glass surface in his hand before he brought it to his thin lips once more, his thoughts drowned in the flow of the comforting, sweet buzz that his scotch brings.  

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“…Knock, knock.”

“… What?” G’s eye widened with bewilderment, unsure if he had heard his brother correctly.

“C-come on… Don’t leave me hanging now. Isn’t this your favorite?” Papyrus urged, trying hard to stifle a blood-inducing cough before repeating his joke again, “Knock… knock…”

“… Who’s there?” The young Don answered solemnly, his face strained. He could tell that Papyrus was focusing all of his remaining power and determination into slowing down the process of turning into dust, and it was beginning to take a toll. Papyrus’s breathing was quicker but shallower, his voice softer, a hand was clutching the back of G’s tattered vest for support and the creases between his brow deepened as he cringed in pain from his multiple broken bones. But despite all that, Papyrus still continued to smile for him.

He could tell…

And there he was… unable to do a single damn thing.      

“Butter,” Papyrus replied.

It was starting to sound like something he’s heard before. Then again, Papyrus was never really good with jokes.

“Butter who?”

“Nyeheh…,” Papyrus let out a chuckle first. “You butter save me from this joke because even I know it’s going to be bad.”

A few seconds passed before a snicker was heard.

“…Heh…What the hell was that?” Don G retorted jokingly with a small, affectionate smile. And for that short moment, he felt like he could breathe normally again, as if the two brothers weren’t pressed for time, and his heart needed and clung to that reprieve.

“Nyeh…T-that worked well.” Relief washed across Papyrus’s pallid features once he saw G finally smiling. The taller skeleton allowed himself to rest further into G’s arms, taking a deep calming sigh. “It’ll be… a long while… before I can do that again.”

“You butter, that’s was really terrible,” G imitated with a shrug of his shoulders while his hold on Papyrus’s disintegrating body tightened. “But… I guess coming from you, that was pretty good.”

“I’m glad I tried then…,” Papyrus gave him an awkward, appreciative smile, a hint of sadness and regret showed in his eye. He had been struggling to focus on his brother’s face, his vision occasionally fading to black. Heck, just staying awake proved difficult.

Suddenly, he felt tired…

Really tired.

“You’ll do fine- no- great, without me… I know… you’ve been shielding me from your work. Y-you keep forgetting… that you’re not alone…,” the bespectacled skeleton implored, concern laced in every word he spoke now. “Remember…It’s ok to have faith in others… To learn to hope, even if it seems hopeless. And I’m sure… t-there will be someone who will need you as much as you need them. When that time comes…please… don’t turn them away.”

G cast his eye downwards guiltily, well aware that his behavior had made Papyrus feel responsible for being the Don’s liability, despite being a strong fighter himself. But G always felt it was his duty to keep his good-natured sibling safe and away from the darkness of his occupation. Yet Papyrus, insisting on fighting alongside him, was ironically the one who have always been looking out for him. Protecting him from the side, even now.

A small cracking sound froze G’s entire being when he realized that the state of Papyrus’s heart had deteriorated with an even larger fissure. He could tell that it wasn’t going to hold it’s form any longer…

He could tell…

“…I’ll try,” Don G yielded unconfidently to the only thing he could do.

He suddenly found a big but weak fist punching him squarely on his sternum where his heart is, the endearing gesture so full of affection it paralyzed him with a conflicting flood of denial.

He begged for more time.

“That is… more than enough, brother…”

No, it’s not…

When Papyrus beamed back at him reassuringly for the last time, G thought his own heart would shatter. And as if the clock had ruthlessly sped up, the weight in his arms grew lighter and lighter until his hands were grasping empty clothing and air. Hastily, he reached for the fist on his chest, his breath hitching sharply when Papyrus’s wrist crumbled into fine sand that slipped through the very hole in his palm. 

Death was clearly making a mockery of his despair.

“I… believe in you… Sans…”

The comforting voice drifted in the wind and with the sound of his brother’s round glasses hitting the ground with a dull thud…

Papyrus was gone.

G stared at the unrecognizable, formless pile of dust before him, his gaze as hollow as the darkest void. A few surreal seconds passed before the Don fished a crunched up packet of cigarettes and his lighter from his vest and pants pocket. He pulled out a stick and placed it between his lips as he lit the other end of the cigarette. Soon, the familiar scent of his favorite tobacco surrounded him and he took it in deeply till it filled his rib cage as he just sat there, smoking.

And he waited… to feel something…anything.

But there was no grief, no pain…no nothing… except for a few droplets of water that had landed on the top of his skull. He tipped his head up just in time to meet the incoming rain clouds, the droplets getting heavier, disturbing the dust on the floor.

It was just bad timing, he decided. He had just started smoking too, and now his cigarette would probably be drenched soon. At least the rain would help put out the fire from the car wreck. In fact, he should get going. The rest of his members were told to wait for him at the safe house once the operation had ended, but he was far beyond tired to care. Listlessly, Don G watched as the drizzle began to wash away the pile of gray dust grain by grain, when he caught Papyrus’s glasses glinting from the corner of his eye, metal and cracked lenses cleaned by the shower. Something in him hesitated for a bit, before he kept his cigarette pack and lighter and made a move for the pair of glasses.

…That was when he noticed his hand was trembling.

Quickly and carefully, he picked the glasses up and upon inspection, realized that it was thankfully still rather sturdy. Exhausted, G propped his other arm over his bent knees and rested his forehead on it, hoping to keep his still burning cigarette out of the rain. He continued to hold the glasses protectively close to his heart, feeling the downpour grow steadily heavier by the minute on his scapula just as fatigue washed over him.

Just for a while…

He told himself he would stay like this till his cigarette was done, as he shielded his eye with the back of his arm, a wry smile forming on his lips.

“… That was a really lousy joke… Papyrus…”

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“Your meeting starts in 3 minutes.”

A familiar, irritated voice reminded him from across the room.

“So we’re early then,” Don G stated nonchalantly with another sip of his scotch, as Kitten walked back to him with his brown trenchcoat in their arms.

“No, we’re not,” they said with a reproaching glare, flinging his coat at him unceremoniously, to which he caught before the heavy garment spill his beloved prized drink. “The preparations for the negotiation are all set. We’re leaving in 1 min’s time, so get yourself ready.”

Don G smirked at their commanding tone. Even his closest men have never spoken to him that way before and he found it greatly entertaining. Giving in, he downed the last of his scotch in one go and stood up, donning on his trenchcoat.

“Your impatience is going to cost you one day, and I won’t always be there to save your sorry arse,” G chided, slipping the folded pair of round glasses into one of the pockets on his silk vest before walking toward the coat hanger by his door to retrieve his crimson scarf.

“I don’t need saving. You have the tendency to do that on your own,” Frisk scowled resentfully, their patience hanging by a thread. They snatched the scarf from his hands and looped it around his neck so forcefully he thought it would break his own cervical vertebrae.

“And somehow, you always know where to find me. That’s why it’s not something I’ll be that worried about,“ Frisk admitted as they proceeded to button up the top of his shirt for him, oblivious to the puzzled look that their boss was giving.

Did the human even understand the meaning of what they had just said? Don G contemplated as he remained still under their light, deft fingers whilst they adjusted his tie. He made sure they were done before he stooped down till he was looking at Kitten straight at their eye level. Taken aback at the sudden close proximity, Frisk took an unconscious step back but soon found that their heel and back had hit the door. They weren’t sure what the Don wanted, but they faced his studying gaze with their usual composure. The only thing that made them unsettled was how silent the Don was being.

G peered into their small, shapely face closely as they looked at him warily. It was their fault for making him curious. He knew that the human did not appreciate him interfering with their business and they had a lot of pride in their job. More often than not, his presence tend to annoy them, their guard usually high when he’s around and they had every right to be, considering how they ended up being involved in the Underworld in the first place.

So why… did their words sounded like they actually trusted him?

The Don couldn’t quite comprehend. But somehow Kitten, with their bundle of contradicting behavior and mood, had an oddly calming, accepting and kind side to them, which reminded him of a certain skeleton he once knew. And like a stray cat, the human could have left his Famiglia any time they wanted. He made sure they knew, yet they still followed him like his second shadow.

Frisk remained unflinching, though they held their breath, as Don G’s face inched just a fraction closer while he raised a hand above their head. Seconds seem to last even longer and the very air between them was tinted with the musky aroma of cigar that they were both used to. Finally, G slowly pulled himself away with his fedora in his hand, which had been hanging in its usual place on the coat hanger.

“What?” Frisk demanded bluntly as G let out a deep, soft chuckle. The Don figured it would have been interesting to tease them till they were uncomfortable, though he didn’t know why he was tempted to do that. He was sure he would be bitten, though, and unfortunately, they had places to be.

You would have liked them too… Papyrus…

“Nothing,” Don G replied with his trademark grin as he put on his fedora and opened the door. Striding out into the long hallway, he offered his hand in a gentlemanly manner with his other arm folded behind his back.

“Shall we, Kitten?”

They shot him a cautious look, unsure of what to make of the sudden improvement in the Don’s mood. Tired of guessing, a frown found it’s way back to their pursed lips as they sighed audibly and relented.

“Stop smiling. And don’t call me that.” Frisk closed the door behind them and the moment their fingers touched, for the second time in that day, Don G moved forward to hold their hand securely but gently, before he dematerialised their bodies as he focused on their destination.

Frisk learned that Don G had always preferred this method of transport. Despite the slight nauseating effect, they never thought to object to it. It was undoubtedly faster and convenient, and he claims it was much safer than using a car, and after countless of times, they should be used to teleporting by now.

They should be.

But today… just for today…Frisk let themselves smile a little right as their vision was covered in in warm, bright blue light for a split second…

And then, the hallway was quiet once more.

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Part 1/ Part 2 (END)

TO THINK PAPYRUS’ DEATH COULDN’T GET ANY SADDER, YOU JUST HAD TO ADD THAT KNOCK KNOCK JOKE AAAAHHHHHH!!!! ; ------ ;

And the moments with Kitten were wonderful with delicious tension and good depiction of the complicated nature of their relationship. This was also a great read into Don’s point of view that I enjoyed thoroughly!

Thank you for this awesome fic, my super all-around talented friend!!! ; -- ;

I have made models from UT mob of @nyublackneko

there still some bug, and I’m sorry for that ^^’

all credit are here:

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Oh wow!! Are they in 3D??? It’s real neat to see the characters I’ve drawn in this form!

Looks like Kitten is taken a walk with the two little ones! XD

Thanks for this cool rendition, my uber talented friend!!!

★Don G and Kitten☆ mob AU: @nyublackneko & @junkpilestuff

HAHAHAHAHA!!! Punchbag Monster would constantly get beaten by Kitten, and Don’s puns are no help either! XD

Thanks for the funny comic, my talented friend! XD

#169 Crowbar (Lineart) by PayneGray

Redid the lineart, as is my custom. Feel free to color, as long as you credit me and let me like and reblog it XD

Oooohhh Kitten looks great with their trusty crowbar! :D

Thanks for the art, my talented friend!

Heartbeat - Kitten and the Don

THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR 500 FOLLOWERS !!!! I can’t believe we have reached this insane number!!! 50, yes that I could have imagined but 500 for a blog that throws some weird words at a piece of paper and talks about an old-fart skeleton and a human with anger issues?! I feel so happy and honored and uber-appreciated, thank you so much!!! Right now, I sadly have only little time to work on bigger projects but at least I can tell you that great things are coming. However, I would feel bad if I would have to leave you with anything at all, so I wrote a quick, fluff story about a well known Kitten and their Don. The AU is property of the two amazing, wonderful and super talented @nyublackneko and @junkpilestuff

This fanfic is inspired by my great friend @candiedconstellations, inspiration also took from the wordsmith @helixthepamster and the beginning is heavily based on this comic by @nyublackneko. The story is set a few months after this incident by @junkpilestuff

I am sorry I have nothing better to offer right know, but I want you to know that the last months with you guys were a blast and I am looking forward to writing, sharing and nerding out together with you in the future, too! [UPDATE: I corrected it once again, but if you guys find any typos or grammar mistakes, please contact me!]

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He let go of their wrists and put one hand down at the middle of their chest. Frisk didn’t use this perfect opportunity for a comeback. They eyed him suspiciously, but their expression emphasized that they wouldn’t do anything, at least for this moment.

Their heartbeat was strong and slow. It clearly resonated in his palm.

It was a calm declaration that they were alive.

ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL FIC BY THE TALENTED WORDSMITH, @lumiere-and-luna !!!!!

It was shorter fic from the usual, but one that depicted the two’s complex bond and relationship in a condensed manner. There is power, trust, and tension; three key things that I believe describe the two. BUT I NEVER EXPLAINED THIS YET YOU MANAGED TO WRITE THIS WONDERFUL WORK YOU ARE AMAZING GIVE YOURSELF A HEARTY PAT ON THE SHOULDER!!! :D

You never cease to amaze me, my good friend. Many many kudos to you.

Kitten and the Don - Nightmare.

For those who’ve been wondering why Kitten cannot sleep well unless around Don G, that’s why.

(And yes, that’s little G!Papyrus.)

Kitten and G at the same age, huh? Haven’t thought of this yet! It’s a cute concept for sure!! :D

And G seems rather innocent compared to when he becomes the Don. XD

Love the ending! Thanks for the adorable comic!