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Some... design decisions had to be made in order to make a disguise on short notice with limited resources. However, thanks to some magical waterweeds who kindly volunteered to join the group. This old-stained-smelly-definitely-used baseball cap has been transformed from Drab to Fab with nothing but art supplies & a little human DETERMINATION.

It will fool any monster. Probably.

You remember what Toriel said about it being...Dangerous out there. This is probably your best chance of survival. After all, you can't teleport, or summon magical weapons from hammerspace. Even if that would be extremely cool.

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UNDERNET USER: Macroalgae_Commando Posted!

Got a new hat, looking extra spicy today. Might go fishing later idk.

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POSTED FROM: MY EYEPHONE

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Caption: Just hanging around the...bar? I don't know if they have drinks here, the fire-person won't give me any water.

UNDERNET USER: Macroalgae_Commando posted!

Remember, if bar food is all he eats, he belongs to the streets.

I don't know what that means exactly, I just heard someone say it.

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UNDERNET USER: Macroalgae_Commando posted!

Remember, if bar food is all he eats, he belongs to the streets.

I don't know what that means exactly, I just heard someone say it.

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UNDERNET USER: Macroalgae_Commando Posted!

Crabapples are superior to Ghost Fruit.

Change my mind. :tea_emoji:

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Walking up Mt. Talbot wasn't difficult. The mountainous trail leading up its rocky slopes was well worn by previous hikers. Frisk had left just before the dawn with their backpack and trusty walking stick. They weren't going home, going back to school, or to the Doctor's office ever again.

They had decided after a particularly good row with their mom, a bad test score and a good friend of their's being absent. That this whole civilized living thing wasn't for them. It was overrated and living in the woods would be better. Already things were looking up because as the sun began to rise. Beams of light shot through the branches, creating slivers tinged by the green of leaves. It dapples the forest floor in a pattern that shifts every time a cool breeze gusts by.

It was beautiful. Birds are chirping in the branches. The smell of flowers hangs heavy in the air. A singular snail leaves its trail on a mushroom. No burnt toast smell or being hollered at to wake up. No vague artificial smells from scented candles burning too long.

It redoubles Frisk's resolve and they soldier on. Dragging the stick through the dirt along side them. It leaves a line alongside their footsteps. There was no rush, they didn't have anywhere to be. They were Off the time of man, they were on Mountain time now. Following the same time deer and birds were on. Not whatever the alarm clock or the school schedule dictated their life should be.

The day passes in relative simplicity, the sun comes up overhead and they eat a handful of trail mix. Taking a little sip of water to wash it down. They needed to find a water source, and shelter! That would be important. Frisk spends a lot of time laying on their back in the grass, looking up at the clouds passing by. It was just so...peaceful. Everyone else must've been running around like crazy down there. Waaaay back in the town. Doing chores, going to work, going to school.

However, when the rain starts up, their idyllic scenery shifts in a hurry. Gray clouds moving in, thick droplets of water falling onto their head. It sends Frisk scurrying under a tree, though it doesn't provide perfect shelter. Stray drips of water still hit them, and it wasn't Unbearable...

Until the lightning starts, flashing bright across the purple sky. That scared them, more than any prospect of wild beasts or strangers. That great boom makes Frisk run. A brilliant spark of red somewhere in the distance. A fire has started from lightning hitting a tree. So Frisk does the reasonable thing and runs, they run hard further up the mountain. Still away from the town, away from civilization.

When they come upon a cave, they are panting, ragged and sweaty. Wet from the rain, and their own perspiration. The chill inside of the cave rolls through them like a wave, but it beats the pouring rain and lighting outside. It was coming down in sheets, thick drips soaking everything in sight.

At least it was dry here.

Frisk takes off their bag, and then their sweater to ring it out. Flapping the fabric around to straighten it before laying it down on a flat rock. They supposed then they should spend the night here. Not exactly the most comfortable accommodations when compared to bed but...

it sure beat home, didn't it?

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"ha- AH!" Frisk snaps awake, sitting upright with a start as one hand clutches their chest. Wild eyes dart around the room. Nothing, darkness, they are laying in bed. Sweating, but alive.

The clock reads 3:33 AM. The house is silent. Frisk doesn't breathe or move for several seconds. As their eyes adjust to the half-light cast by a streetlight. They jump a little, everything looked warped. Someone could be sitting in the chair at their desk, like the shapes on and behind the furniture were people not clothes and toys.

Frisk touches their face with one hand, and warm flesh meets their cheek. Phantom pains from the nightmare they'd just awoken from fade. Reason reigns again, they were just getting cold feet.

Tomorrow they would go to Mt. Talbot. They needed to get ready. So they risk a foot slipping out from the safety of the covers. Touching down lightly, toe first, to the carpet below.

Nothing to worry about. It was all just a bad dream.

Funny, just a moment ago they were so scared, but they couldn't remember why.

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[SAVE FILE HAS BEEN RESTORED...]

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"Don't sweat it." When it seemed this guy really wasn't going on the offensive. The human kicks back, sitting down on the fluffy ground to stretch their legs out. The sky had returned to its previous saccharine hue of brightness. A flock of aquamarine birds with gems for eyes flew overhead towards a distant, bubbling sea.

Frolicking seemed to be the main purpose of this dream world, from the pleasantly rolling hills, to the sugary shore. Landscapes that could never exist on earth just begging to be explored in the mind.

"Where'd you come from anyhow? You aren't part'a my dream because I didn't ask you here."

As if to prove this, the human forms a fist. Concentrating just hard enough that when they opened it, a single daffodil emerges from their palm.

"I made this place 'n I distinctly don't remember makin' you." Their tone isnt accusatory, rather it sounds curious. Their face the same schooled look of youthful indifference.

@ricefriskytreats liked for an Out Code Boi!

Oh? Now this was interesting. A human caught in his strings? And not just any human; A Frisk. He was curious about them and yet...

The real question however, was this a Frisk from the original timeline or could he erase this one like the other filthy glitches he'd erased before?

"Hello, human." He said, his voice glitching as he spoke.

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[[ completed art work of Flour 14-8 by Deloriafree! There they are! Ready to finger gun their way into your heart! ]]

[[ CW for horror cause that arm is p gruesome :> ]]

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[[ Line art of a Very special flour. F14-8 from over at @banterbones

Repeated damage done to a flour will cause some interesting side effects...like skeleton hand! With guest appearance by Seaweed Sam! [The hat]

Tying a tough bandana around your magic necrosis limb will slow down the process of it falling apart. ]]

[[ this piece was done by deloriafree over on Fiverr! So look them up! ]]

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And maybe all they needed was… I dunno. some good food, some bad laughs, some nice friends. But that’s ridiculous, right? yeah, you’re the type of person who won't EVER be happy.

INDIE.SEL SANS OF UNDERTALE BANTERED BY SAV 

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The humans expression doesn't change at all. It's still the polite, patient smile reserved for a slightly senile, but beloved grandparent that hadn't quite caught on yet.

"❄︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ✋︎🕯︎💣︎ ✌︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎🏱︎⚐︎💧︎✌︎☹︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎☠︎ ☼︎☜︎❄︎🕆︎☼︎☠︎📬︎"

[Then we are at your disposal, but we will need something in return.]

This glowy eyed abomination waves their hands over their head. The lines become visible once again, one in particular is singled out and dragged down out of the sky. It piles at their feet like so many coils of rope. The end drops out of the sky, it is burned. Sautered off by some unseen but incredibly hot material.

That mysterious screen would perhaps show him all of this entities deathes. Where all those curious wounds came from, who, and when. It keeps going, on and on, forever. Even now, new entries were being made, duplicated, updated. They were all learning wing dings, and cached files of his face being encoded into their 'memories.'

"💧︎□︎❍︎♏︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ⬧︎♏︎♏︎❍︎⬧︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♎︎♏︎⬧︎⧫︎❒︎□︎⍓︎ ◆︎⬧︎📪︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ♎︎◆︎◻︎●︎♓︎♍︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎⬧︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ♎︎♓︎⬧︎◻︎□︎⬧︎♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎📬︎ 🕈︎♏︎ ♍︎♋︎■︎ ♑︎♏︎■︎♏︎❒︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎ ♋︎⬧︎ ❍︎♋︎■︎⍓︎ □︎♐︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎ ♋︎⬧︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⬥︎□︎❒︎●︎♎︎⬧︎📬︎ ☟︎□︎⬥︎♏︎❖︎♏︎❒︎📪︎ ⬥︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ♓︎⬧︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ❒︎♏︎◻︎●︎♋︎♍︎♏︎♋︎♌︎●︎♏︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ 💣︎♋︎⬧︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎ ☞︎♓︎●︎♏︎📬︎

✋︎♐︎ ⬥︎♏︎ ■︎♏︎♏︎♎︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎📪︎ ⬥︎♓︎●︎●︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♍︎□︎❍︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎ □︎◆︎❒︎ ♋︎♓︎♎︎✍︎"

[Something seeks to destroy us, my duplicates are disposable. We can generate as many of them as there are worlds. However, what isn't replaceable is the Master File.

If we need you, will you come to our aid?]

They extend the burned end of the line out where he can see it better. No doubt the work of Error, he had deleted one of their duplicates entirely. Severing its connection to the master file outright.

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The human laughs, wrapping their arms around themselves in childish giggling glee.

“✡□◆ ♋❒♏ ⬥♏●♍□❍♏ ⧫□ ⧫❒⍓ 👎□♍⧫□❒📬”

[You are welcome to try Doctor.]

The human waves their hand above their head, letting the ghostly trail be seen far more distinctly. Their expression is thoroughly endeared now, free of the fear of just moments ago. The trail reveals…strings, or wires, perhaps behind this child. Stretching far, far into the mirage like sky and vanishing. Countless lines connected to their body

“⍓□◆ □■●⍓ ♒♋❖♏ □■♏ ●♓♐♏📬 ⬥♏ ♒♋❖♏ ❍♋■⍓📪 ⬥♏ ♋❒♏ ✋■♐♓■♓⧫♏📬”

[You only have one life, we have many. We are Infinite.]

They clap their hands together and the sound reverberates so clearly, so sharply through this void it would make any monsters ears ring. It would probably cause damage to a lesser monster, but the action makes the vision around them disappear. They seem normal again, not attached to something beyond the sky.

“👎□ ⍓□◆ ⬥♋■⧫ ⧫□ ⬥♋⬧⧫♏ ⍓□◆❒ ⧫♓❍♏ ●♓&♏ ⧫♒♋⧫📪 ⬥♒♏■ 🕈♏ ♍□◆●♎ ♒♏●◻ ⍓□◆✍”

[Do you want to waste your time like that, when We could help you?]

The human puts both of their hands out towards him boldly. It’s a gesture of friendliness, they want to make contact with him. Their ghost white eyes wide with appreciation.

“👌♏ ❍⍓ ◻♋❒⧫■♏❒📪 ✋ ♋❍ ☞●□◆❒ 🏱❒♓❍♏📪 ♋■♎ ✋ ♍♋■ ♎♓♏ ♋⬧ ❍♋■⍓ ⧫♓❍♏⬧ ♋⬧ ♓⧫ ⧫♋&♏⬧ ⧫□ ♍❒♏♋⧫♏ ⧫♒♏ ◻♏❒♐♏♍⧫ ❒◆■📬”

[Be my partner, We are Flour Prime, and We can die as many times as it takes to create the perfect run.]

They curl their fingers beckoning him. As they do so, countless glowing spots become visible upon their frame. All bearing clear indicators of being defensive wounds from combat. Every inch of exposed skin had this faint, incendiary glow. Like that left behind by a Certain Blaster.

“⬥♏ ♍♋■ ♑♏■♏❒♋⧫♏ ⧫♒♏ ♐◆⧫◆❒♏📬 ✡□◆📪 ♋●□■♏📪 ♍♋■ &♓●● ⧫♒♏ ◻♋⬧⧫📬 ☹♏⧫ ◆⬧ ♎♋■♍♏ ⧫□♑♏⧫♒♏❒ ♓■⬧⧫♏♋♎ □♐ ♋●□■♏📬 ”

[we can generate the future. You, alone, can kill the past. Let us dance together instead of alone. ]

XGaster listens, a scoff at the mention of ‘one life.’ How stupid of this Frisk to think he can die. Though, hearing their offer of partnership, his eyes shoot daggers, almost literally.

I will not be on equal terms with some Frisk. Even my own, who is plenty stronger than you, is under me. I am the head of this operation. ( ✋︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 👌︎☜︎ ⚐︎☠︎ ☜︎✈︎🕆︎✌︎☹︎ ❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎💧︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎💧︎😐︎📬︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ 💣︎✡︎ ⚐︎🕈︎☠︎📪︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ ✋︎💧︎ 🏱︎☹︎☜︎☠︎❄︎✡︎ 💧︎❄︎☼︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎☠︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎📪︎ ✋︎💧︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ 💣︎☜︎📬︎ ✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☟︎☜︎✌︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ⚐︎🏱︎☜︎☼︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎📬︎ )

His gaze shifts to the growing glow of their skin. Pulling one arm out, he taps the air, like a tablet, and a black screen appears before him. Silently, he reads before shaking his head.

I will allow you to survive, as I promised. Though, you’re fully capable of taking care of yourself. You will either work under me, or you will not work with me at all. ( ✋︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎🕆︎☼︎✞︎✋︎✞︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✋︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎✋︎💧︎☜︎👎︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎📪︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎🕯︎☼︎☜︎ ☞︎🕆︎☹︎☹︎✡︎ 👍︎✌︎🏱︎✌︎👌︎☹︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 👍︎✌︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎📬︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☜︎✋︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎😐︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ 💣︎☜︎📪︎ ⚐︎☼︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎😐︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 💣︎☜︎ ✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎📬︎ )

His head shakes softly, at the mention of killing the past. No, he doesn’t kill the past… He simply removes it. There’s no killing involved. Though, by now, his OVERWRITE button is long gone, and he’s simply got his arms crossed now.

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The humans expression shifts to one of distaste rather than anger.

"So yer just an impartial observer, here to see me get my guts torn out. Jus' ta watch huh? Ya damn sicko." Foul language for someone so young but Flour is staring them down the same way you'd look at a guy who sneezed on the salad bar.

"Pull up a chair 'n get cozy I guess. Its only a matter'a time before something splatters me."

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“listen, kid.” Sass speaks in monotone, hands in their jacket pocket. “not my circus, not my monkeys. could be, though, if i wanted it to be.” Their face splits in a grin, though it’s impossible for Flour to see past the mass of white glitches in front of their face. 

“this isn’t my game. it’s yours, and your player’s.” They shift up onto their tiptoes, and then back onto flat feet. “what i’m trying to say is, i haven’t done anything to you, or your timeline. i’m strictly here to visit. look around. see how it all works. you can understand that, can’t you.” 

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All versions of flour suffering his wrath:

Error at every version of Flour:

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