Chapter 1: Original
Chapter Text
“Whatcha smilin’ about, Señor?”
The man shrieked, phone flying out of his hands and into Leo’s.
“Ooooo, who’s this? Boyfriend? Husband? Partner?”
Hueso snatched the phone out of the boy’s hand, frowning already. “None of your business.”
Leo shrugged, “Mmkay. Guess I’ll just blab to Mikey about it-”
“NO!”
Leo stopped.
Hueso groaned, “Listen, if I tell you about it, will you not gossip to your entire family?”
“What about April?”
“..I have already told her.”
Leo gasped dramatically, “Whaaaaaaaat?!? You told April before moi?!?”
“Yes, I just said that.”
Leo groaned, but sat on the corner of Hueso’s desk anyways. “SOooo?”
Hueso rolled his eyes. “I will start at the beginning…”
“Hello, sir, could you help me?” A distorted voice asked.
Hueso looked up, eyebrow raised, and took in the stranger. He was a tall skeleton, dripping like he was made out of goo, an awkward smile on his face. ..He was extremely attractive.
“What exactly is it that you need?”
“My sons.. Sans and Papyrus.They are playing hide-and-seek. But, my eyes are not good. Could you help me find them? If you are busy, that is okay-”
Hueso set down the wood pieces he had been gathering for his brothers’ broken ship. “I’ll help you. What do they look like?”
“Thank you. Sans wears a blue jacket and pink pajama pants. He is about.. this high,” the man said, leaning down to wave his hand below his knees. “And Papyrus is here--my waist,” he gestured again. “Papyrus wears a red jacket, red gloves, red scarf. Black pajama pants.”
Hueso nodded, “Follow me, I know a place where children like to go.”
The man nodded, walking at his side. “Thank you very much.”
“You are very welcome,” he replied.
They walked in silence, both of them looking out for the small children. There were no signs of them, and eventually Hueso stopped.
The place was an indoor playground. A couple in front of them dropped off their kids, and the tiny trio ran in, giggling like hyenas. Right after, two other kids ran in unprompted, out of sight of the worker who ran the sign-in.
“Here,” Hueso said, gesturing towards the building. “Your kids may have gotten past and into here. You can call them with the help of the sign-in worker there.”
He pointed towards the worker in question and the man nodded, walking over to the worker.
“My kids could have gone in there,” he said.
“Ah, yeah, that happens all the time, don’t worry. I can turn on the microphone here, and if you call for them with it, they’ll hear it. Will that work for you, sir?”
He nodded, and the worker turned it on for him.
“💧♋■⬧📪 🏱♋p⍓❒◆⬧📪 ⍓□◆ ⬥♓■ ♒♓♎♏📫♋■♎📫⬧♏♏&📬 👍□❍♏ ♒♏❒♏📪 p●♏♋⬧♏📬”
He leaned back. So he knows wingdings, Hueso thought. He does have a northern accent.
“Is that all you’d like to say?” The worker asked.
“Yes.”
Two small children ran up, accurately matching the descriptions the man had described. They screamed “☝✌💧❄☜☼✏✏✏” as they ran up, giggling like a pair of whistles.
“👎♓♎ ⍓□◆ ♒♋❖♏ ♐◆■✍” He asked, letting them grab onto his pant-legs excitedly.
Papyrus answered first, practically yelling his re-count of what the two rascals had done, which was saying something considering the language was loud in general. “✡☜✌☟✏ 💧✌☠💧 ✌❄☜ 😐☜❄👍☟🕆🏱 ⚐☞☞ ❄☟☜ ☝☼⚐🕆☠👎 ✌☠👎 ❄☟☼☜🕈 🕆🏱✏”
Sans then spoke, "✌■♎ 🏱♋p⬧ ♎❒♏⬥ □■ ⧫♒♏ ♎❒♋⬥♓■♑ ⬥♋●●✏ ✋⧫ ⬥♋⬧ ⧫♒♏ ♌♏⬧⧫ □■♏ ◆p ⧫♒♏❒♏✏ ☟♏ ♎❒♏⬥ ⍓□◆📪 ♋■♎ ❍♏📪 ♋■♎ ♒♓❍📪 ♋■♎📫 ♋■♎📫” Sans stopped his spiel and leaned to look behind his father, pointing at Hueso, “🕈♒□🕯⬧ ⧫♒♋⧫✍”
“☟♏ ♒♏●p♏♎ ❍♏ ♐♓■♎ ⍓□◆ ⧫⬥□📪 ♌♏♍♋◆⬧♏ ⍓□◆ ⬥♏❒♏ ♒♓♎♓■♑ ⬧□ ⬥♏●●✏” The man answered.
Papyrus tilted his head, still speaking much louder than his relatives. “🕈☟✌❄🕯💧 ☟✋💧 ☠✌💣☜✍”
The man shrugged, “✋ ♎♓♎■🕯⧫ ♋⬧&📬 ✋ ⬥♋⬧ ⧫□□ ⬥□❒❒♓♏♎ ♋♌□◆⧫ ♐♓■♎♓■♑ ⍓□◆ ♌□⧫♒📬”
Papyrus put his hands on his hips, “✋🕯💣 🕯⚐☠☠✌ ✌💧😐 ☟✋💣✏”
The small boy then marched his way over to Hueso, who looked down at him.
“🕈☟✌❄🕯💧 ✡⚐🕆☼ ☠✌💣☜📪 💣✋💧❄☜☼✍”
Hueso frowned, “Uhh.. ♓ ♋❍📬📬 Hueso. ♓ ■□ ⬧p♏♋& 🕈✋☠☝👎✋☠☝💧📬📬✍”
“✡⚐🕆 💧🏱☜✌😐 ☞🕆☠☠✡📬”
Hueso blinked, “..I know. I just said I don’t speak WingDings very well.”
Papyrus turned to look as his father, followed by Sans, walked up to Hueso.
The man turned to Papyrus, “🏱♋p⍓❒◆⬧📪 ⧫♒♋⧫ ♓⬧ ❒◆♎♏📬 ☟♏ ♎□♏⬧ ■□⧫ &■□⬥ 🕈✋☠☝👎✋☠☝💧 ❖♏❒⍓ ⬥♏●●📬 ☺◆⬧⧫ ●♓&♏ ⍓□◆ ♎□ ■□⧫ &■□⬥ ☜■♑●♓⬧♒📬”
Papyrus nodded, then stood slightly behind his father as the man looked back to Hueso.
“I am sorry, they have not learned well. Thank you for helping me find them. What is your name?”
“Hueso. Júnior Huesos,” he said, flustered. “And you?”
He smiled, “I am Gaster. W.D. Gaster.”
“Ay, I should get back to what I had been doing- would you- would you like to stay in touch? With phone numbers, or something similar?”
Gaster shook his head, “No phone. I will send you letters? Where should I..?”
“Run of the Mill Pizza,” Hueso answered, feeling hot under the collar. “How can I contact you?”
“The letter will have my place on it,” Gaster answered. “Just send one back!”
Hueso nodded, and Gaster went in for a hug. It was a little awkward, and Hueso thought he was going to pass out.
“I will see you on your place, and with my letters… No, no seeing with letters. Sorry. Words.”
“I understand,” Hueso said. “English is not my first language either.”
Gaster made a face of surprise. “It’s not?”
Hueso shook his head. “Spanish.”
“Ohhh, that is your, ahh.. What is it.. Voice..”
“Accent,” he supplied.
“Yes! Thank you. Your accent is Spanish.”
Hueso shrugged, “More or less. I will see or write to you later.”
Gaster nodded, “Yes.” He looked down at Sans and Papyrus, “💧♋■⬧📪 🏱♋p⍓❒◆⬧📪 p●♏♋⬧♏ ⬥♋❖♏ ♑□□♎♌⍓♏ ⧫□ Hueso.”
Both children waved, Papyrus more energetic than Sans, who was slowly falling asleep against Gaster’s leg. The two men chuckled, and Gaster gathered Sans into his arms.
“👌✡☜📪 Hueso!!!” Papyrus shouted.
Hueso waved to Papyrus, and the two men shared a nod before finally going their own ways.
“AWW!!” Leo squealed. “That’s adorable!”
A pause. “Wait. You said you were sending each other letters!”
“We were.”
“...Ohhhh- YOU CONVINCED HIM TO GET A PHONE!?!?! THAT’S SO ADORABLE I’M TELLING-”
Hueso gave him a look.
“Nnnnnobody,” Leo corrected. “I’m telling nobody.”
Hueso hummed, “Now, unless you actually wanted something, please get out.”
“Ahhh, I just wanted to distract you long enough, no biggie. I was cleared to leave, like, 30 minutes ago now.”
“Wait, what?” Hueso sat up, “Distract me from what?”
Leo portaled away, “Nothing!”
Hueso stood up and rushed out into the main area of Run of the Mill Pizza, frantic.
“...Why is there only one table in the middle of this?” He questioned. “Leo! What did you do?”
“He did tell you that he was distracting you,” Gaster said.
Hueso jumped, “¡Uy! ..Oh, it’s just you. Hello, mi amor. What are you doing here?”
“✞♓⬧♓⧫♓■♑📬 I wanted to do something for you, Casanova. Look.”
He leaned past, smiling at the sight. “A picnic? I have not done that since- well. An early age.”
“You’ve told me before,” he replied, taking Hueso’s hand and leading him to the side of the table. “The turtles left one table up in case you’d rather have that. I know your legs aren’t the best.”
“I’ll be fine, but thank you, amor.”
He smiled. “You are very welcome, ●□❖♏📬”
Hueso laughed softly, leaning in. “I adore when you call me love in your language.”
Gaster leaned forward with him. “I agree.”
They kissed softly, closing their eyes. The pair pulled apart and rested their foreheads against each other. Existing together.
”✋ ●□❖♏ ⍓□◆📪 ☺ú■♓□❒ ☟◆♏⬧□⬧📬”
“Y te amo, WingDings Gaster.”
Chapter 2: Translation
Summary:
okay, so this is the exact same story. the spanish & wingdings are just translated into english for an easier read lol.
Chapter Text
“Whatcha smilin’ about, Señor?”
The man shrieked, phone flying out of his hands and into Leo’s.
“Ooooo, who’s this? Boyfriend? Husband? Partner?”
Hueso snatched the phone out of the boy’s hand, frowning already. “None of your business.”
Leo shrugged, “Mmkay. Guess I’ll just blab to Mikey about it-”
“NO!”
Leo stopped.
Hueso groaned, “Listen, if I tell you about it, will you not gossip to your entire family?”
“What about April?”
“..I have already told her.”
Leo gasped dramatically, “Whaaaaaaaat?!? You told April before moi?!?”
“Yes, I just said that.”
Leo groaned, but sat on the corner of Hueso’s desk anyways. “SOooo?”
Hueso rolled his eyes. “I will start at the beginning…”
“Hello, sir, could you help me?” A distorted voice asked.
Hueso looked up, eyebrow raised, and took in the stranger. He was a tall skeleton, dripping like he was made out of goo, an awkward smile on his face. ..He was extremely attractive.
“What exactly is it that you need?”
“My sons.. Sans and Papyrus.They are playing hide-and-seek. But, my eyes are not good. Could you help me find them? If you are busy, that is okay-”
Hueso set down the wood pieces he had been gathering for his brothers’ broken ship. “I’ll help you. What do they look like?”
“Thank you. Sans wears a blue jacket and pink pajama pants. He is about.. this high,” the man said, leaning down to wave his hand below his knees. “And Papyrus is here--my waist,” he gestured again. “Papyrus wears a red jacket, red gloves, red scarf. Black pajama pants.”
Hueso nodded, “Follow me, I know a place where children like to go.”
The man nodded, walking at his side. “Thank you very much.”
“You are very welcome,” he replied.
They walked in silence, both of them looking out for the small children. There were no signs of them, and eventually Hueso stopped.
The place was an indoor playground. A couple in front of them dropped off their kids, and the tiny trio ran in, giggling like hyenas. Right after, two other kids ran in unprompted, out of sight of the worker who ran the sign-in.
“Here,” Hueso said, gesturing towards the building. “Your kids may have gotten past and into here. You can call them with the help of the sign-in worker there.”
He pointed towards the worker in question and the man nodded, walking over to the worker.
“My kids could have gone in there,” he said.
“Ah, yeah, that happens all the time, don’t worry. I can turn on the microphone here, and if you call for them with it, they’ll hear it. Will that work for you, sir?”
He nodded, and the worker turned it on for him.
"SANS, PAPYRUS, YOU WIN HIDE-AND-SEEK. COME HERE, PLEASE."
He leaned back. So he knows wingdings, Hueso thought. He does have a northern accent.
“Is that all you’d like to say?” The worker asked.
“Yes.”
Two small children ran up, accurately matching the descriptions the man had described. They screamed “GASTER!!!” as they ran up, giggling like a pair of whistles.
“DID YOU HAVE FUN?” He asked, letting them grab onto his pant-legs excitedly.
Papyrus answered first, practically yelling his re-count of what the two rascals had done, which was saying something considering the language was loud in general. “YEAH! SANS ATE KETCHUP OFF THE GROUND AND THREW UP!”
Sans then spoke, "AND PAPS DREW ON THE DRAWING WALL! IT WAS THE BEST ON UP THERE! HE DREW YOU, AND ME, AND HIM, AND- ANDX” Sans stopped his spiel and leaned to look behind his father, pointing at Hueso, “WHO'S THAT?"
“HE HELPED ME FIND YOU TEO, BECAUSE YOU WERE HIDING SO WELL!” The man answered.
Papyrus tilted his head, still speaking much louder than his relatives. “WHAT'S HIS NAME?”
The man shrugged, “I DIDN'T ASK. I WAS TOO WORRIED ABOUT FINDING YOU BOTH.”
Papyrus put his hands on his hips, “I'M 'ONNA ASK HIM!”
The small boy then marched his way over to Hueso, who looked down at him.
“WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MISTER?”
Hueso frowned, “Uhh.. I AM.. Hueso. I NO SPEAK WINGDINGS..?”
“YOU SPEAK FUNNY.”
Hueso blinked, “..I know. I just said I don’t speak WingDings very well.”
Papyrus turned to look as his father, followed by Sans, walked up to Hueso.
The man turned to Papyrus, “PAPYRUS, THAT IS RUDE. HE DOES NOT KNOW WINGDINGS VERY WELL. JUST LIKE YOU DO NOT KNOW ENGLISH.”
Papyrus nodded, then stood slightly behind his father as the man looked back to Hueso.
“I am sorry, they have not learned well. Thank you for helping me find them. What is your name?”
“Hueso. Júnior Huesos,” he said, flustered. “And you?”
He smiled, “I am Gaster. W.D. Gaster.”
“Ay, I should get back to what I had been doing- would you- would you like to stay in touch? With phone numbers, or something similar?”
Gaster shook his head, “No phone. I will send you letters? Where should I..?”
“Run of the Mill Pizza,” Hueso answered, feeling hot under the collar. “How can I contact you?”
“The letter will have my place on it,” Gaster answered. “Just send one back!”
Hueso nodded, and Gaster went in for a hug. It was a little awkward, and Hueso thought he was going to pass out.
“I will see you on your place, and with my letters… No, no seeing with letters. Sorry. Words.”
“I understand,” Hueso said. “English is not my first language either.”
Gaster made a face of surprise. “It’s not?”
Hueso shook his head. “Spanish.”
“Ohhh, that is your, ahh.. What is it.. Voice..”
“Accent,” he supplied.
“Yes! Thank you. Your accent is Spanish.”
Hueso shrugged, “More or less. I will see or write to you later.”
Gaster nodded, “Yes.” He looked down at Sans and Papyrus, “SANS, PAPYRUS, PLEASE WAVE GOODBYE TO Hueso.”
Both children waved, Papyrus more energetic than Sans, who was slowly falling asleep against Gaster’s leg. The two men chuckled, and Gaster gathered Sans into his arms.
“BYE, Hueso!!!” Papyrus shouted.
Hueso waved to Papyrus, and the two men shared a nod before finally going their own ways.
“AWW!!” Leo squealed. “That’s adorable!”
A pause. “Wait. You said you were sending each other letters!”
“We were.”
“...Ohhhh- YOU CONVINCED HIM TO GET A PHONE!?!?! THAT’S SO ADORABLE I’M TELLING-”
Hueso gave him a look.
“Nnnnnobody,” Leo corrected. “I’m telling nobody.”
Hueso hummed, “Now, unless you actually wanted something, please get out.”
“Ahhh, I just wanted to distract you long enough, no biggie. I was cleared to leave, like, 30 minutes ago now.”
“Wait, what?” Hueso sat up, “Distract me from what?”
Leo portaled away, “Nothing!”
Hueso stood up and rushed out into the main area of Run of the Mill Pizza, frantic.
“...Why is there only one table in the middle of this?” He questioned. “Leo! What did you do?”
“He did tell you that he was distracting you,” Gaster said.
Hueso jumped, “¡Uy! ..Oh, it’s just you. Hello, mi amor. What are you doing here?”
“VISITING. I wanted to do something for you, Casanova. Look.”
He leaned past, smiling at the sight. “A picnic? I have not done that since- well. An early age.”
“You’ve told me before,” he replied, taking Hueso’s hand and leading him to the side of the table. “The turtles left one table up in case you’d rather have that. I know your legs aren’t the best.”
“I’ll be fine, but thank you, amor.”
He smiled. “You are very welcome, LOVE.”
Hueso laughed softly, leaning in. “I adore when you call me love in your language.”
Gaster leaned forward with him. “I agree.”
They kissed softly, closing their eyes. The pair pulled apart and rested their foreheads against each other. Existing together.
”I LOVE YOU, JÚNIOR HUESOS.”
“And I love you, WingDings Gaster.”
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