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An Undertale Multimuse blog, because damn bro having all your little guys feat. a not your little guy in a wide variety of different places sure gets messy, huh... And no, graphics design is not my passion, how could you tell? ⚠️MDNI. ⚠️This blog is proship. ⚠️I will not entertain drama. ⚠️ There are general content warnings, view the readme.

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// Part and parcel to this, given how this blog has wound down and how I've accumulated a bunch of new eggs and boneheads (and others! Including two different Undynes and Alphyses who've yet to really see the light...), I've been sorely tempted to archive this & its side blogs and make a shiny new ✨main blog✨ encompassing my eggs, my boneheads, and their AUs & accompanying comrades in one single, neat little package.

Can someone convince me to not do this

// if tumblr goes kaput for reals this time (layoffs or some shite?) or if anyone just wants to throw our idiots together over discord my handle is theprivatelocalenemy

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// if tumblr goes kaput for reals this time (layoffs or some shite?) or if anyone just wants to throw our idiots together over discord my handle is theprivatelocalenemy

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Some poor passer-by had opened the door to his Room, but he hadn't stuck around to make himself their problem; he had opted to avoid their sight, making himself scarce.

At least until he found someone more interesting to bother, falling into step behind them... Inasmuch as an entity oozing along like some kind'a slug could be considered 'stepping' behind anyone. How long would it take for them to notice him, he had to wonder.

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Formerly a Wight. He lost his subspecies category after the jump, and now he is just Void.

The only solid parts of his body are his head and his two original hands. These are also his weak points in a fight.

Killing him in a fight is one way to evict him from an AU. Don't worry! His data just returns back to his containment room. Just make sure the door has been closed, or he'll just get out again. If it's been closed, the door will disappear once his data has been recollected by the room.

He can summon up to eight extra hands before any further put into play begin to slow them down exponentially.

He claims to be unable to feel emotions. In reality he's just a depressed ball of void-goo, and this numbness began long before he tried to kill himself.

Of course, he still has feelings for his former, diminutive skeletal assistant. They're mostly why he's trying to get back to his world.

His plan to get back to his world is by destroying every other world he lands in, but his track record for doing so is abysmal. One or two successes here and there, but for the most part...

He ends up not doing it because he always ends up liking someone somewhat too much to do so.

Nonetheless he likes to carry himself with the air of a world-killing villain. He has practiced the art of looking threatening when need be. (But for the most part it is simply a threat display.)

The void-goo of his body acts as a sort of pocket universe. He can use it to store things and his past and future selves can access those things. However, perishables will rot; the written word will be jumbled beyond belief; and organics will die if they try to exit into a different time. While he can enter it as a form of defense--much like a turtle or a snail--he can never meet himself.

Said void-goo does not feel like much of anything when it's unsolidified. When he does solidify it, it feels sort of like rubber. He can also make it sticky, where it feels like a thicker sort of nothing but it'll cling to you. The taste is also nothing, nor does it have a scent. It doesn't leave any stains on surfaces it comes into contact with.

He can, with some concentration, form himself a body, and the appearance of clothes, with it for those times when he wants to be presentable.

He is unaware that his AU's CORE gained sentience (some years prior to jumping into it he allowed his mother to hold ceremonies for the fallen, where those who wished for it had their dust scattered into the CORE; over time, the CORE absorbed what remaining data it could from the dust and gained a consciousness, then the ability to form small sprite-like bodies--but that's a whole 'nother character card) and is under the impression that he has simply lost his mind.

He is therefore unaware that if he ever does successfully return to his AU, if he ever enters the CORE facility, there is a very high chance that he will cease to exist entirely when the CORE finishes what it has started with him.

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ThouShaltNot▄Cardinal Directions A Capella Science▄Molecular Shape of You STOMACH BOOK▄Circuit Bent Odii▄Bug Faesfire▄I'm Trying To Care..But I Just Can't Dysmn Kill▄Me_KillMe Unidentified Ch.▄±0 Den▄Easy-Peasy Euthanasia Luwuc▄Just Let Me Die Masked▄Undo My Existence Lollia▄Meltdown Beborn Beton▄Another World Les Friction▄Dark Matter 16 Horsepower▄Black Soul Choir Cade Crider▄I'll Kill My Friends (in an Honest Way) Shayfer James▄Where We Belong ThouShaltNot▄Let Your Silence Sing

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// merr crisis my brain doesn't want to word but I did doodle the century egg looking festive so here's that

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〚 'Them.' 〛Fortunately context clues left him with enough to make the educated hunch that he meant the aforementioned human--though he could always be wrong. Still, Gaster leaves that handsy repetition to sit as a subtle jab at Bermuda's vagueness without explicit chastisement nor request for clarification.

It was debatable as to whether or not it mattered in regards to his underlying intentions, anyway. If they could have fixed things, surely, then, things would have been fixed as quickly as the opportunity allowed for it? And yet, here they were, to meet while the vagueness that were things had not been repaired, clearly.

'Debatable' was not 'definite' in either direction, at any rate. 〚 Considering the degree to which you are alone I can only assume that they are deceased and have chosen not to do anything about their fate, or they have escaped. 〛

Bermuda looks down, and lowers the stick, absently patting at the snow with it. It's a relatively pointless gesture, he's not going to slap the snow at Gaster. At least. Not right now. It's just another thing to keep his mind relatively occupied while they talk. But his eyelights stay tilted upwards, in Gaster's direction. Unwilling to let the strange lump creature out of his sight, and, of course, to see what he's trying to say.

"EVERYTHING." He responds, simply, as if the answer was obvious. Truthfully, Bermuda had lost the knack of speaking to people, and understanding that they didn't know what he knew already.

There's a pause, and a sigh, and then he lifts one hand to motion around. "THIS IS-- IT ONLY HAPPENED THIS WAY BECAUSE OF THEM."

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// Made some lineups of my calciyums and my eggs for shits and giggles 🫡

From Left to Right Null Siren (you are currently here) Sci Cult (he's also here as a Secondary Option) Crash (technically part of this blog too, but his info isn't here... oops) Reboot (same as Crash) Those four are branches from the same AU 'cluster' wherein they went wildly different ways after the laboratory incident that injured them and killed a labtech. Reboot's the only one that didn't go through that because of Crash's meddling. Somewhat similarly, Siren's CORE is the only one that gained sentience.

Bunny (found here) [✁︎✁︎✁︎] (found as request-only here) Fear (also found as request-only here)

From Left to Right Siren's Sans (you're currently here, if your character visits Gaster's origin AU) Sci Cult's Sans (same as above, if your character visits Sci Cult's AU) Those two are in the same boat as the eggs in that they're branches from the same AU 'cluster.' One had a markedly better relationship with his boss than the other. Crash and Reboot don't have calciyum :( maybe one day...

Fuse (found here) Whats (found here) 'Code' (also found here)

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:3c

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Gaster, in turn, listened to Red's assessment. One turbine would not be enough to power any device that the egghead had in mind… Probably. Three had been his estimate, ergo three was the plan.

Fortunately there were a myriad of excuses to allot for more than just one.

He affected something akin to a sympathetic smile upon his face before he spoke in turn, "It is better to have more than you need than to find out later that you do not have enough. In addition, redundancy means that if one turbine fails, you will not have to concern yourself with it - and with the scarcity of and difficulty in collecting those materials they will not be the easiest things to repair should they break down. I will, however, collect what I can and leave it with you for that purpose but I cannot, as you know, make any promises as to the quality or usefulness of what I can find."

He half-turned back towards the etched schematics-of-a-sort, looking them over before once more shifting his attention back to the big guy. "I dare say to attempt multiple would also keep me in your company for longer than a single one."

It had felt like ages since Red had allowed his thoughts to travel to anything constructive, focused solely on things such as survival for far too long, and he almost felt out of sorts as he sat there watching his companion draft out the vision of what they were hoping to accomplish. It all seemed to materialize so briskly when multiple sets of hands could be utilized, something that he somehow felt a fleeting tinge of jealousy for. Regardless of how rudimentary it may have seemed when chiseled into wood like some tribal carvings, the concept of what Gaster was attempting to portray was not lost on him.

The blaster seemed to have found something to occupy itself in the meantime, nosing through upended furniture and crunching upon a table leg that he had unearthed.

Nodding along to the eggheads explanation, he took a moment to peer at the etching in consideration. "Tibia honest, I can't 'magine it would take more than one... I've been livin' all this time without 'lectricity an' it ain't like anyone else is down here who would need it." There was a bittersweet color to those words, as if the realization of his situation may have only been fully laying its weight upon his consciousness when he spoke it aloud. "Not like 'm gunna use that much."

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// He will never become relevant because no one has a reason to visit this malignant gooman's world of origin but I doodled the Royal Archivist again 🫡 one day I shall doodle his assistant who will also be just as irrelevant but I like world-building, so.

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Keeping oneself occupied with pointless solo games was one way to stave off the madness of isolation, Gaster supposed. Given how Bermuda is both cognizant and coherent and more or less rational, it even appears to have worked. Granted, he doesn't know how long the skeleton's been alone for. The effectiveness couldn't really be measured. That begged a question in and of itself, but it's not the one he's going to be asking.

After all, it's not the old scientist's main take away from anything that has just been said.

〚 Fix things? 〛That is.

... And also that tightened grip on that damnable stick. Gaster oozes back just a little, again, leaning back to proper stature, inasmuch a lump with a head has a 'proper stature.' 〚 Might I inquire as to what was broken?〛

Decidedly Bermuda doesn't bother responding to the comment about the dust and the snow. He thinks it's a slightly ridiculous comment that doesn't deserve a response anyway! He squints slightly at Gaster, however, as the monster continues signing away.

When he leans in, Bermuda's grip on his hockey stick tightens... But he doesn't swing it. Gaster is an annoyance, but at least he's someone. He's any change in the daily routine of nothingness. It's almost refreshing, if it wasn't so pointedly terrifying.

The signing ends with a question. One Bermuda often tries to avoid pondering himself. He tilts his head to the side, and then looks down at the hockey stick in his hands.

"ONE DAY, THIS WILL ALL JUST BE A DREAM. THE HUMAN WILL RESET, AND I'LL GET ANOTHER CHANCE. AND I'LL FIX THINGS." He explains, despite knowing very well he made it nigh impossible for that demon child to return with the way he tore their soul apart. "SO, I JUST... DO THINGS TO KEEP MYSELF OCCUPIED WHILE I WAIT."

Like play hockey against... No one.

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snya??

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Bart looked very much like he did not know how, exactly, to reply to that little tidbit of information. Just a bunch of black space? Just nothingness? And these guys came from there? More importantly, were they still aliens in that case, or or not?

Fortunately for the cat-man, he was given some time to think. Gaster, upon hearing Null say such a thing as not knowing what a planet was, could not let that stand. One could consider it one of many curses of being a scientist. A pair of hands slid into existence within the skeleton's view to sign,〚 A planet is a celestial body that more often than not orbits a star and that may or may not be able to support life. We are currently within one, underground. Provided there were not peculiar physics or space-faring vehicles involved, the place that you mentioned being able to view the stars from was also a planet - of that I am certain - albeit its surface. 〛There was a pause between that and,〚 But you are correct. A void would be considered a dimension.〛

Probably. Unless, if something lived in it, did that make it a world? That seemed more the realm of philosophy, though.

The mystified feline had finally wrangled his tongue back from some other, more idiomatic, cat. "That, er… That sucks, buddy," he said once it seemed like big tall and gloomy had finally stopped waving his hands around. "At least you aren't alone there, huh?" It was safe enough to assume--these weirdos had both popped out of the same room. As he turned to continue leading their little procession onward, he added, "Bet there's all kind of -- void monsters? -- out there."

"Oh um, hm," Null glanced at Gaster, searching for help, "I d-dunno what a planet is but um, I've heard people call it a d-dimension before I guess? I c-call it a v-void. But th-there's nothing there, actually!" He did not at all seem as distressed as he should about such a statement. In fact he was rather cheery, like he was happy to share that information with Bart since he was being so nice in sharing so much with him. "It's j-just a bunch of b-black space!"

He smiled at Bart. "I l-live there, it's why I don't know a-anything. So all of th-this is really really cool!"

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As he dropped his fingerative guns back to his sides, the one-note clap following that laugh got a look over from Bart, who was in turn rather tickled by the amusement on Null's face. Now, if only talent scouts were as easily impressed! Maybe he'd get some actual roles…!

Hopefully these aliens were invading.

"It's all good, buddy," the cat-man assured. "I bet your planet," at least he assumed they came from a different planet, "Or, uh, dimension," wasn't that also a thing? Parallel dimensions? Yeah, yeah. They were all the rage in sci-fi horror flicks and he might as well cover all his bases here, also how would a space ship be underground--god he was such an idiot sometimes-- "Has things that are just as cool." And they still had time. Surely there wouldn't be enough to fascinate the little thing for two whole hours along the path they were taking.

"Oh," they were just plants? Plants that could talk? Wow! He was learning so much today! He watched with interest as Bart came closer to the flower and leaned in close, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy. What was he—

Then the flower spoke again and Null let out a delighted laugh, the sound bouncing off the cave walls around them. He clapped his hands together once and smiled up at Bart, thoroughly amused by what was probably, to most people, a rather mundane little joke. Of course when you've never heard or seen any before, every single one is a masterpiece.

"Th-that's amazing! I really like th-them. Thank you." He gently touched the pedals one more time and heard his thanks repeated back, which renewed his smile over again. "S-sorry, we can keep going. I don't mean to keep stopping but th-there's just so many cool th-things!"