Don't ask why you always had wood in your bag. Just. Don't ask. You also had a pocket knife with some smaller knives. You could make beautiful models with thos talents of yours. Today you were carving a small piece of wood since everyone was doing their own thing. You were laying on the couch, wood shavings and chips scattered across the floor, as you guided your feathertip knife across the wooden masterpiece. "Hmmm..." You hummed as you tilted your head and continued carving. Swap walked by before he noticed you were looking at something. "What cha looking at?" "Something."
Swap rolled his eyes before seeing the mess you left. "You know you're making a mess, right?" "Well, duh. Who else would?" You sat up and placed the feathertip knife on the coffee table. "What is that?" Swap asked as he leaned against the head of the couch. "It is a spirit. My spirit animal." You said as you gazed at the ground. Swap saw it was a(n) (spirit animal). You slowly placed the little wooden animal on the coffee table before starting to clean up. Swap noticed your sudden change in expression and walked around the couch.
Swap knelt in front of you and placed his boney, yet still has a hole through the center, hand over yours. "(Y/n), did... did I offend you?" Swap asked, you picked up the last wood piece and threw them in a near by trashcan before sitting against the couch. Swap sat next to you as you softly sighed. "Listen, Swap, I know I'm not the nicest person. And... that's my family's fault," Swap listened as you brought your knees up to your chest, "in my village, all boys and girls had to get a 'spiritual tattoo'. I... didn't want one."
You sighed before taking off your hoodie, exposing your (f/c) sleeveless shirt, Swap saw the tattoos running up and down your arms, shoulders, neck, and a bit of your lower stomach. "I was... tied down and forced to have these tattoos. All my family did was stand and watch. I still remember how much it stung for at least a month." Swap looked at you witg a concerned expression before you picked up your wooden animal and held it. "So... I placed most of my time into wood carving. That's my story." You noticed Swap was looking a certain tattoo.
"This one is different, why?" Swap asked as he pointed to a tattoo that showed an image of the moon. "People in my village saw me as a dark person, they thought the moon was perfect for me." You explained, Swap nodded before you stood up and picked up your knives. Swap stood up and placed your hoodie on the couch. You went to your room to put the knives away before coming back and sitting with Swap on the couch. "Thanks for listening." Swap looked at you as you held your hands together. "It really means a lot."
Swap smiled before he hugged you with the feeling of being safe and cared for. You accepted the hug before he kissed the top of your head gently. You had a light blush on your face before smiling. That's when a camera went off. "FELL! ONE, THATS MY CAMERA! TWO, WHAT?!" "Sweet revenge. Sweet wholesome revenge." You were laughing as Swap chased FELL, yes Underfell Gaster, for his camera phone.
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Gaster AU x Reader ONESHOTS
أدب الهواةLet's get this over with... HIGHEST RANKING: #35 in Fanfiction June, 23, 2017 ALL IMAGES USED ARE NOT MINE! Cover was made by Bunnymuse on her Tumbler (I think). Bunnymuse Tumbler: bun_bunmuse (?)