a/n: this was a part in the last chapter where papyrus was directly in it and with flowey speaking and actually being listened to in it, but it ended up not fitting because nothing else in the fic includes actual SPEECH, just sign language.
also, since i deleted it, i had to rewrite it, and i rewrote it in third person because i didn't wanna be bothered with writing long-ass internal dialouge like i usually do, sorry, it is currently 3AM i need sleep so much more than first-person POV, sorry not sorry.

CHAPTER SUMMARY:

just a deleted scene from the last chapter i thought ya'll might enjoy

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"SANS!" Papyrus screeched.

"What is it, Boss?"

"The human doesn't seem to understand sign language at all! I've been trying to practice signing to them, but they don't understand! Ergo, our intel lied to us! And needs to be tortured for his crime!"

"Uh, I'm right here ," Flowey frowned, "And my name isn't inte- "

Sans eyebrows rose, surprised and shocked at Papyrus' statement, so he held up a finger to the flower, "Intel? Not the time." Flowey groaned and leaned against Frisk's head. Papyrus was now skull-king as Sans started talking to him instead, "And, uh, and what makes you think that, Boss? I just mean, I've spoken to the human plenty of times in sign language, and they seem to understand and I understand when they-"

"Well then, you must be accidentally doing some other kind of sign language! Because clearly I, the Great Papyrus, can not be doing it wrong!"

Sans sighed, frustrated with his brother's tendency to pull this kind of shit. "Of course, Boss." And glanced at Frisk briefly, looking at the human for any kind of hints as to what's happening, so Frisk just pointed to their own hands, which was a sucky ass hint because Sans did not understand it at all. To see if he could get more hints, he started signing the conversation to Frisk, pointing vaguely at whoever was talking before signing what was being said.

Uuuuuntil Papyrus started his attempt to sign to Sans, to show the "proper way" it was done after seeing Sans currently signing to Frisk. And Papyrus was trying to sign in his huge ass red mittens (the kind that looked like oven mitts), and Sans could understand the problem now and he tried so hard (read: he did not even attempt to try) to hold in his laughter.

"SANS! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! HOW AM I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SUPPOSED TO BECOME THIS HUMAN'S BEST FRIEND IF I CANNOT EVEN COMMUNICATE IN THEIR LANGUAGE?!"

"I guess telling you to try harder then is a mute point," Sans started to laugh, and laughed even harder when Frisk started to wheeze out a small laugh as well.

Flowey groaned loudly, tossing his head back, "Ohhhh my go- look, take off the gloves."

Papyrus looked terribly offended that a weed just spoke to the Great Papyrus, but before he could threaten Flowey's life for his insolence, Sans interrupted.

"Yeah, c'mon Boss, we all know you have the best hands here, might as well show them off when you want to talk to the Human, right? Otherwise, you're just going to have to ask me or Flowey to translate forever."

"mmmMMMMMMM" Papyrus whined before reluctantly following the advice, "If my hands get frostbite, Sans, it will be -"

"I don't think it's s-cool enough for that, Boss," Sans said, rejuvenating his and Frisk's laughter, "It's not… not like Snowdin is snowed in or anything!"

"HAHA, VEEERRY FUNNY, SANS." Papyrus bit out sarcastically bitter, and tried to sign using his bare skeletal hands now.

«Can you understand what it great Papyrus said, human?» Papyrus signed slowly and clumsily.

"Yeah, I can Papyrus," Flowey translated aloud as Frisk smiled encouragingly, "It's much easier without your mittens."

"SANS, SANS, LOOK," Papyrus said as giddy as a villainous monster could be (which was pretty damn giddy) as Sans kept signing everything Papyrus wasn't signing (it's good practice and Frisk seemed to just adore any attempt at ASL), "THEY UNDERSTAND ME!" Papyrus paused, and then straightened up, mood completely change to dead serious as he looked at his brother, "Sans, write on a post-it note to put in the torture room for me, would you? Remind me to get new gloves where I can use all my fingers to sign. And that it should be badass. And red."

"Hell yeah, Boss," Sans chuckled, still weak with giggles from his own jokes too much to bother remembering to write a post-it note later. Paps never forgot anyway, he'd just tell Sans that kind of thing to remind himself. "Now you're one step closer to being their best friend."

"No, Sans, not their 'best friend'," Papyrus corrected, making Sans cock an eyesocket, "but their best fRIEND EVER!"

Sans wasn't sure if Frisk was signing to Papyrus or Sans himself when he saw them sign «You already are». Flowey was distracted by the yelling too much to notice and translate) and Papyrus was too busy freaking out over this new information about humans- "I hope they can understand me through gloves!"-, so Sans felt his soul warm and vibrate in his chest at the idea that he had already beaten Papyrus to the punch.

"Of course, Boss," Sans smiled, still signing as he spoke, "My mistake."

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a/n: once more: there's no more to this series after this, i swear, i'm done now. ...i think. probably. my muse is a bitch xDx. if you're curious if i will or not write more undertale, subscribe to me as an author; this series is dead even if i do or don't write more undertale/underfell. loved it while i wrote it, but now i'm done. my muse can't change that, that's for sure haha
also: COMMENT AND FAVORITE IF YOU LIKED IT; THAT SHIT ENCOURAGES ME TO WRITE MORE OF THE SAME FANDOM which you guys might find especially more important considering this is the last chapter in this series. anyway! this is done, hope you had fun! catch ya later!

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FUCKING WHAT IS THE PROBLEM WITH GREATER AND LESS THAN SIGNS BUT NOTHING'S WRONG WITH «» LIKE WHAT THE FUCK FANFICTION. NET