#Dusty's Charas

[askswordfrisk]

A few kids in the Orphanage!~

Here are some of the kids that are in the orphanage! Some of them are friends of Stella and Fara.

Dhara (Aka Hyper Demon Chara): Tall 13 year old who 7 feet all. Plan works… In the end they are alone.

Skara (Skeleton Chara): Woke up in an amalgamate infested AU, DT in air made him come to life.

Dalla (Doll Chara): Was stuck in Frisk body, got a new one after their AU was lost and Frisk’s soul was found.

War!Frisk: Victim of second Monster human war in their AU. What happened would be considered a war crime.

Dusty (Insane san’s Frisk): Never once killed. Dust won’t come off for a strange reason.

Frosk (Monster Human Hybrid Frisk): Victim of a dead end AU. Doesn’t talk, doesn’t walk, doesn’t eat, they need physical support due to their severe depression and lack of care in self care.

All done by the amazing @susartwork bless her! Will have more later when we have a chance. ^^

[valkyrieres]

Random thought but Blade probably denied any treatments before they could retrieve Dusty from his crash site...

[wildflowercryptid]

i wanted to draw bea ( gustafa & tris's kid ) before i finished up year 2, i'm gonna miss her being this small. i just hope she'll still be happy as a little kid... 😭

[passive-nightmaresans]

Here's some sketches for the au! (Fun fact Nightmare's vision is awful!)

He refuses to wear glasses so here's him with a monocle lol- and don't mind my awful handwriting it's hard to write digitally-

[what-have-i-unleashed]

the line in-between

yes i am still obsessed with this war au, so you guys will have another meal for it. sequel to this because i can't NOT write about dust somehow.

opening the year with mtt in war au smh this is what transformers obsession did to a freak 😔😔😔

the air in the base is thick with tension and unreleased post-battle adrenaline. dust paces around in his office, his hands tucked inside his pockets, twitching with a barely restrained urge to blast this whole place to smithereens. his eyelights flicker, his magic dying to be freed from its mortal cage.

a mere three feet away from him stands chara, who is shuffling their feet in nervousness but masks it with a defiant tilt of their chin. the sight only makes dust madder, though he can’t pinpoint the exact reason why. red is casually leaning against the doorway, shooing away any nosy soul who passes by.

after a moment of tense silence, dust whips his head towards chara, his eyes blazing. “you don’t touch him!” he snaps, his voice echoing in the room. “i already told you that multiple times! what part of that do you not understand?!”

chara flinches at the sudden reprimand, but stands their ground, their fists clasped behind their back. “i was trying to help you! he was sneaking up on you from behind, so i thought-”

“well, clearly you didn’t!” dust growls, stepping closer to his subordinate. he might be shorter than them, but the murderous intent in his crackling magic is pretty clear. “do you think i’m so weak i can’t protect myself? is that what you think of me? i don’t need your help!”

chara’s earlier defiance starts to falter as their face crumbles. “i- i just- i wanted to protect you...” their voice turns timid, small. “isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? protect each other?”

dust’s eyes narrow as he glares at chara. “that’s not your job. you don’t know what you’re doing out there. and your clear disregard for my orders almost got you killed – or worse, others.” his voice drops to almost a whisper as he leans into chara’s space, making them jerk back. “don’t ever touch him again, do you understand?”

“commander,” red interrupts, his voice cutting through the tension. he steps forward, subtly positioning himself between dust and chara. “the kid’s still new to this. this is their third mission after all. just go easy on them.”

dust glares at red. “don’t coddle them. this isn’t a game.”

“eh, they’ll learn.” red shrugs, but his tone is still carefully measured so as not to poke the anthill. “yelling at them won’t get us anywhere. they made a mistake, but haven’t everyone? that’s what rookies do, and they’ll grow. come on, they got the lesson – they won’t poach your kills again.” he looks at chara. “right, kiddo?”

the human looks back at red, then dust, tears of hurt and frustration brimming in their eyes. “i’m sorry… i thought i was doing the right thing… i won’t do it again, i promise…”

the next moment is blanketed with silence except for the hiccupped sobs of chara, who can’t help but hide their puffy face in their arms as they try to conduct themself in front of the two older soldiers. dust clenches his fist in his pockets, his shoulders hunched as guilt gnaws at the edges of his bubbling anger. he abruptly turns away from his subordinates, his back on them. “get out. both of you,” he says, his voice tight. “now.”

chara makes a confused noise as they peek from behind their tear-soaked sleeve. they look at red, hesitant and lost. red nods silently, reaching up to pat chara’s head. “you heard him, kiddo. let’s give him some space.”

as red guides chara out of the room and the door closes behind them, the silence in the office becomes oppressive. dust’s shoulders sag as the weight of his actions comes crashing on him like a tsunami. he shakily leans against his desk, knocking over a stack of papers, his head cradled in his hands.

you almost killed them, the voice of his dead brother chides him. you almost killed your subordinate.

dust can’t help but agree. he almost lost his control just then and there. he almost hurt chara, almost hurt a kid. the image of chara’s frightened teary eyes flashes in his mind, and his soul twists with shame.

his hands clasps together as he fiddles with the ring underneath his glove – the promise ring he has for himself. seeing killer again has brought up some unwanted memories, most of all the promises he made to both killer and horror. to survive. to meet each other again at the end of this seemingly endless war.

if nightmare has any say about it, it will never end.

but don’t worry, you are nightmare’s lieutenant, aren’t you? all his best soldiers get the best things.

they’ll be yours, by whatever means you want.

you’ll end their suffering by your hands.

memories of killer surges to the surface of his mind. the chaotic battlefield, killer’s tar-streaked, the way he moved like a ghost towards him. the way he looked at dust like nothing else in the world mattered. he looked exactly like the day he deserted nightmare’s army – as if he had never left at all.

dust hates killer for it. but he hates himself more for still caring, and even more for becoming someone who hurt the people depending on him. he dreads the day he has to face horror again – he can feel the inevitability, because this is just such a good cosmic joke to spring upon him. he wonders if horror will be even less forgiving than killer, giving him a strike in his messed-up soul rather than the measly cut in the cheek that killer inflicted upon him.

the door creaks open, jolting dust out of his spiralling. red steps in, closing the door behind him. “they’re shaken, but they’ll be fine,” he says quietly, then comes closer to dust. “you okay?”

dust doesn’t look at red, instead fixing his eyes on his hands where his ring sits in secret under his glove. “i almost killed them, red.”

“yeah, i was there,” red says, taking a place next to dust and offering him a cigarette. “you didn’t though, so that should count for something.”

dust laughs, a bitter sound, and takes the peace offering. “does it? i’m one step away from thinking of transferring them to somewhere else. clearly, i can’t be trusted around them.”

“you’re angry, as you have the right to.” red shrugs, lighting dust’s cigarette for him, his face so close to dust’s that the hooded skeleton can feel the lingering gaze on his nervously chewing mouth. “but i don’t think you’re all that mad at the kid. you’re not the monster you think you are.”

dust glances at red, his voice guarded. “you don’t know that.”

red’s gaze softens, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "i wouldn’t follow you if i didn’t."

the words hang in the air. and for a moment, dust allows himself to believe them. he touches his ring under the glove, finding himself more grounded than before.

"i’ll talk to them," he says finally, his voice quiet. "when i’m ready."

red nods, pushing off the desk. "they’ll come around. kid looks up to you, you know? they want to prove themselves to you. give them the chance."

as red leaves the room, dust closes his eyes and releases a puff of smoke, his shoulders relaxing as his jitters stop crawling up his arms. the war definitely isn’t going to get easier. but for now, he has to hold onto the promises he’s made – both to himself and the people in his life. and one day, he has to make his decision on where he stands in this mess. but that day, thankfully, doesn’t have to be today.

[dekuscalves]

uh yeah the thems

[dustyhyena]

some talksprites i made for funsies :]

[utdrmv-confession-box]

Transcript: I didnt like how so many ppl treated UT Yellow like direct canon. I've people get hate or made fun of if they didnt portray The Justice & Integrity souls how they were portrayed in UT Yellow.

Really dont like that its caused canon Integrity to be viewed like like some monster killing maniac based off their tutu being dusty in 1 line of flavor text. Hey maybe thats what the text is implying but it just feels like the Chara mischaracterization all over again.

[inbarfink]

Flowey is meant, I think, to be a sort of a representation of the Player. He has just slightly less Determination than we do and he was filling up that exact same role before Frisk fell into the Underground. He was the one with the power of RESETs and SAVEs before we came along, so he was basically playing his own ‘prequel’ to Undertale over and over

First aiming at getting a 'good ending' -

But since he was unable to see anyone else in the Underground as a real person (what seems to be some sort of combination of the lack of a SOUL, being unable to process his Massive Amount of Trauma and the repeated time-loops allowing him to notice the repetitiveness and limitations of everyone’s reactions) he started moving into choosing crueler and cruller options.

Despite his affinity toward sadistic gloating, it is important to note that Flowey’s main motivation is actually boredom. Although he will only open up about it to Chara, the real reason why he’s out to harness the power of the Human SOULs and destroy everyone - essentially his equivalent to a Murder Route - is because destroying the world is the one last thing he hasn't done yet. The one option he hadn't seen yet.

Which mirrors the mindset of many who start on the Murder Route, as Sans himself points out.

Important to note here is that despite Flowey talking about how he ‘killed everyone’, he never actually completed his ‘Murder Runs’. Like both in the sense that he never got to destroy the Entire Universe like the Player does at the end of a Murder Route and Flowey tries to in the Neutral Ending, and in the sense that the reason why he couldn’t is because he never got his vines on the Human SOULs before the events of the game. So there must’ve always been someone that stopped him before he got there. The implication is that it was usually either Asgore -

Or Sans, as usual playing the role of a Murder Route final boss -

The fact he could never beat them might have something to do with his plant body being weaker than the Player’s Human body or whatever - but I think it is probably mainly a matter of Determination. Again, he is slightly less Determined than the Player is - so he would logically be slightly more prone to quitting. Flowey is basically equivalent to a Player who has done everything in Undertale but never actually completed the Murder Route cause he rage-quitted at the Sans Battle.

His relationship to Papyrus can also be a mirror to the Player’s. Since Papyrus is the one character who is always willing to befriend the Player no matter the circumstance. In the more dusty Neutral Runs he is characterized as being in the dark (or in denial) about how terrible his ‘friend’ actually is…

And that is basically also the relationship he has with Flowey in the current timeline. Papyrus is the only one who thinks of Flowey as a friend (and, well, the only one to know he EXISTS in this timeline), but he is totally in the dark (or perhaps willfully ignorant) to this ‘friend’ and his true nature.

Meanwhile, Flowey's behavior once he regains his Asriel form in the Pacifist Route mirrors the behavior of a Player who is replaying the Pacifist Route. He became so attached to the Player that he refuses to let the ‘game’ end.

Instead resorting to a plan to reset time and the Player’s memories over and over again, with the Player doing the exact same things again and again -

Just so Flowey won’t have to say goodbye.

That is basically the mindset behind replaying the Pacifist Route after already achieving everyone’s Happy Ending. Within the fiction of the game, you’re ripping them all away from their happy ending, resetting all of their progress - just because you have a hard time moving on from the game, just because you want another chance to play with them.

And the Route ends with the suggestion of a possibility that Flowey might be able to redeem himself and start caring about others again.

Just as a Player might be able to prove a genuine care to the characters on an in-universe level by being able to resist the temptations of the True Reset.

But they also might not…

Flowey is a third-person-POV demonstration to the Player of how a Player-like entity would be like in a video game world. An immortal time god who knows everything about everyone even while no one really knows them. Someone who has experienced every single reaction anyone could have to anything until they have become unable to see others as anything but predictable lines of code. Someone who prioritizes their own sentimentalities for others over these others’ actual desires. Someone who will destroy the entire world just because it’s something they haven’t done yet.

And I think Asriel, as part of this metaphor, is a demonstration of how this concept of the Player as an Amoral Time God within the fiction of the game does not necessarily translate into a condemnation of the actual real-world morals of the actual person playing the game.

Because Asriel and Flowey are the same person. The difference is that Flowey had Consequences-Free Time God Powers and an (supposed?) inability to care about others in the Underground as real people. In other words, Asriel is the self that interacts with the world as the real world - and Flowey is the self that interacts with the world as a Player in a Game. So while Flowey might be a mirror of the Player, Asriel might be closer to who we are in the real world.

And also…

I wonder if the scene where you have a chance to forgive or not forgive Asriel for what he has done as Flowey is also meant as a chance for the Player to self-reflect and forgive or not forgive themselves for the things they did before that True Pacifist Run. You know, whatever characters you might have accidentally or not-so-accidently killed in previous runs, whatever decisions you regret, whatever previous True Resets you might have done… If you believe Asriel can be forgiven (and most players do) for his actions - because he feels genuine remorse and he’s trying to do better now, then the Player can also forgive themself.

Well, outside of one little thing… There is one bad deed the game won’t ‘forgive’ you for. And it is the one thing that the Player can do and Flowey never could…

Finish a Murder Route.

[luminologism]

About your moonkids - were they at all inspired by land of the lusterous? I didnt want to assume but the thought had me very 👀👀👀

I love your bunny kids theyre adorable <3

Question also about their lore; what kind of thoughts do you have on their capes? Like any design elements they follow or anything?

ty for the ask!!

about land of the lusterous - it was totally unintentional, but i very much enjoy that series! it means a lot to me, so i think my appreciation of the artistic themes leaked through subconsciously! it wasn't an intentional move to be inspired by land of the lusterous, but it definitely shows, doesn't it? >w< the designs are most certainly similar, but the lore i have for my skykids are decidedly different! i have an absolutely terrible memory due to having a fried brain, so often i find that visual motifs or silhouettes that i really like lodge themselves in my memory without remembering what i am exactly pulling from in my head, and then it shows through in my art! recently i watched alien stage as well, and i unintentionally pulled a lot of visual cues from the character sua in my recently rozen maiden ocs. about my lore for moonkids - i think the basis for moon skykids capes is that they tend to be very fluffy, or at least built for warmth. they are also built for holding light in and floating in low gravity, opposed to flight in a high gravity environment like normal skykids. setting aside the reality that the moon would be freezing, i think moon skykids would be prone to being cold, so heavy or warm capes are likely paramount. i view the normal skykids as being born of warmth and sunlight, and i view the moonkids as the reflection (since the moon is a mirror!). so, i think their light is cold and maybe even icy, sort of distilled maybe? since moonlight is just a reflection of the sun. i think all the moon skykids i have, not just the buns, are always freezing cold!! so their cape design philosphy is that the capes are build to be warm! my non-lore chara design philosophy for the bunnies were that they were meant to be like dust bunnies (the moon is dusty!). i envisioned them floating around more opposed actual flight, like dandelion or dust particles in the air. this was just compounded with the lack of strong gravity on the moon - so i think their capes, regardless of design, are usually not built for actual flight since everybody just bounces and floats about on the moon ^_^ i think their capes can look like anything really, just like how normal skykids can look like anything too. but much like how the brown cape is the moths default, the fluffy dust bunny cape is the default for the bunnies!

[brewingcoffi]

Yay it will let me send asks now! Anyways how does clover react to all the changes on the surface? A LOT would have changed after all (especially if they were REALLY a cowboy)

Actually, I made separate concepts exploring Clover’s Homelife. Including the dialogue from In-game.

Concept 1.

If Clover was REALLY a Cowpoke (Yes, there IS a neutral word for Cowboys/girls, they’re also known as Wranglers or Ranch Hand!) then I would think that Clover depending if you wish to include Flowey from the previous posts about the AfterMath; Would be confused, but would also try to wander aimlessly trying to find their hometown/house, for they prioritize getting back home SOON as possible, the news about the human souls? The monsters? Those can wait.

I doubt anyone will notice a kid that has missing for a COUPLE of years, but I bet they will surely notice the sentient flower with a face of course. But since it’s [Insert what year you think.] I bet Clover and Flowey will be given suspicious stares and glances. They think it’s a Halloween costume 😭

Until maybe, somehow. Someone will recognize the child that looks awfully similar to the kid that disappeared in Mt. Ebott OR maybe someone realizes that KID has a REAL gun on their hands, maybe which may in a cause. Might get the police involved.

Fun fact: Me and a moot discussed that, when Frisk buys the Gun and Cowboy hat from Batty and Catty, they can have to option to return those two items back to Clover when they both meet again in a cutscene during Undertale.

Which of course made me split the scenario AGAIN, into 2 alternate time-lines.

Scenario 1. (Clover and perhaps Flowey get taken to the police station for questioning)

Or…

Scenario 2. (Clover and perhaps Flowey escape the police, making them wanted by the police.)

Take note, This AU takes place during the Pacifist Route of Clover, so Fighting the Police is a BIG NO NO.

(I also wanted to detail Flowey telling Clover to attack, like what happened between Chara and Asriel. Which reminded him about it.)

Either way, Both scenarios and concepts will only lead to ONE THING. Clover and Flowey get into Hiding.

This leads to Concept 2. Based on this information what on what could presumably Clover's home life be.

Concept 2.

This could be the reason why Clover was so PRONE to be able to get persuaded to stay with Toriel or ANYONE.

Clovers parents were probably poor and weren't treated right, which would make sense as to why Clover wants Justice. Or perhaps Clover didn't really HAVE parents and was probably in a cramped orphanage.

Nevertheless, Concept 2 digs into Clover's home issues. Even though I wish I could explain more, but in a short story.

Clover DOES find their house, there's only one floor, no windows, and it looks abandoned. Flowey questions it, and Clover shrugs and states ‘💛Always been like that.’ Making Flowey so DAMN suspicious about Clover's home life. And once Clover opens the door, it just all-in-one room, no walls to have privacy, just like Starlos house. But way more dirty, dusty, and cramped, there are some broken glass on the floor which Clover avoids, scattered garbage and papers, a typical thing you see for a hoarder type room.

Or Clover was just homeless kid who lived with poor and cramped conditions that they felt like they got robbed of something and wanted justice not for themselves but for others too.

Either way, Flowey takes notes of it and looks uneasy and nervous about Clover’s home life. Which causes Flowey to talk to them about the situation they are in.(Maybe making a fanfic or comic about the convo.)

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Ya know I could read a whole fic about Chara and Killer’s partnership in the Something New timeline before they inevitably went to shit. From beginning to the end and beyond. Killer being so incredibly lost and confused as he adjusts to this new existence, Chara here to guide him.

And at first it’s fine. It’s a slow going mess, Chara has to teach Killer things he would’ve known had he still been Sans, and teach him things Sans does not and would refuse to know. And they have to be careful, test what Killer does and doesn’t know—what is the tipping point that could bring back Sans, what could turn Killer against them, what could break him completely and leave him basically catatonic.

It’s not outright any obvious abuse or torture at first, there are no signs on Killer’s body to point to what he endured previously as Sans. The Reset dealt with any physical evidence, and a lot of the torture was targeting him mentally and emotionally—tearing down, corrupting and degrading what made him Sans. And all of it which led to the creation of another identity in the dust of a fallen star.

There’s an established, unchallenged power dynamic—not even any pretense of being partners. Killer doesn’t have any personal ambitions or goals of his own, so he has to cling to Chara for stability in the world wind of life—their wants become his own. He doesn’t know a time where he didn’t want what they wanted. Perhaps Killer gets about a solid two or three years before ever experiencing his first remembered death or Reset.

And this is actually the longest Chara had gone without Resetting or going back, this is the longest they had ever allowed things to move forward, in a very long time—which had been exactly what Sans had wanted all along. Maybe some part of them struggles with how easy it was to just..move on. Live again.

This is the most Chara remembers being happy in a while. They’re enjoying not being alone, pretending that they’re just any regular person who dies and doesn’t come back and can’t mess around with time. They’re enjoying teaching Killer and getting to know this..strange version of Sans.

They can almost forget about the Player. About how we’re bound to get bored or curious enough to attempt something differently. To Reset, just because we can, and because we can, we feel like we have to. Chara can almost forget.

And like, basically a fanfic following Killer’s (unknowingly) second childhood and it initially starts off fine—Chara is teaching Killer how to read and write, and he isn’t allowed to leave this designated area or interact with anyone that isn’t Chara ever—but there’s sense of rising tension and it all gradually devolves into a psychological horror with manipulation, gaslighting.

The lessons escalate into murder and violence and escalating torture and abuse until Killer’s completely lost the plot and any sense of stability and reality and the only think that matters is Chara until something or someone starts shaking his sense of self once again and shakes those dusty memories off the shelf in his mind and realizes he wasn’t always this and he can also be something else if he wanted.

[werecat1234]

Merging Timelines Chapter Three

Sans was killing everyone quickly and effectively, making everything as fast as possible for his victims, Chara watching on from the background with a grin on their face, occasionally joining in for the fun of it. He was merciless, delivering lethal blows each time. This happened on repeat multiple times, before Sans started getting... sadistic. He started drawing out fights, becoming entertained by them, making sure to make it painful.

He knew their every attack by then, every defense strategy, and he used this to his advantage, making it painful and gruesome. Mettaton was a fight he particularly enjoyed, crushing everyone's hopes as he destroyed Mettaton to the point of turning the metal to dust, obliterating him with a burst of black magic that was out of view. It was starting up again when everything suddenly changed, what he was seeing seemed to glitch out into black before starting again, but was noticeably different. 

There was hundreds of Resets, nothing ever changing, everyone always dying, timelines blurring together until everything was taking up most of his memory. Every time it was a human, laughing as everyone died, stumbling about with dust on their clothes and a dusty knife in their right hand. Sans felt hopeless and desperate, the memories becoming clearer and clearer until every single Reset from that point on was clear as day, and then... Sans felt a Determination to stop it. To stop them from killing everyone and becoming too powerful to stop, and to give himself the power to beat them instead.

It was an insane idea, but he was so desperate... The next Reset, he started early, destroying the cameras Alphys had hidden, killing monsters with tears coming from his eye sockets, making it as quick and painless as possible, never once drawing it out. He had the lady behind the door let him in, killing her quickly in front of the human, and then finishing off in Snowdin, and Papyrus... Papyrus.... It went by in a repressed blur, yelling and tears and dust. Sans picked up his brother's scarf, wrapped it around his neck, and kept going.

Next was Waterfall, then Hotlands, the human killing who Sans had missed. In the end, they met once again in Judgement Hall, and Sans.... absolutely slaughtered them. He killed them hundreds of times, always changing his patterns. Until he got sloppy. They landed a hit on him, a 99999 attack, and he lasted a bit longer fighting, Determination keeping him alive, hoping to kill them before he died, but... he was unsuccessful. Everything fading to black as he watched himself dust...

Sans woke up with a gasp, falling out of bed, panting. He saw someone bending over to his head level, as he was on the floor, and he yelped in surprise. It was him, but... so much different... Black streaks were coming from his lightless eye sockets, right eye socket half closed, and he wore a black turtleneck and fingerless gloves, glowing red target in the center of his chest dark blue coat with tan fur on the edge of the hood, and Sans could see an inverse color version of his shorts, along with blue sneakers. Wait.... was this...?...

'morning, sunshine.' Killer grinned down at him, 'wow, you look rough, bad night? that wasn't me you saw at the end there, lucky.'

"how... how are you...?" Sans whispered, trying to regain his bearings. 

'here? i'm not. you, lucky, are hallucinating. you went full schizo, and you're in a psyche ward on the surface.' Killer said, grinning at him. "what?!" Sans asked in alarm, and Killer burst out laughing, right eye socket opening all the way as he doubled over, slapping his knee.

'oh, you should see your face, lucky!' Killer laughed, smirking darkly, 'i'm kidding, mostly. you are hallucinating me, yes, but it's just another reset, you can relax, quit grinding your bones together, don't give yourself arthritis at a ripe age of... how old are we? so many resets i can't tell.'

"eighteen.." Sans muttered.

'right. as i was saying, just another reset. again. forever. never aging, never changing for eternity, slowly delving into madness.' Killer's voice turned monotone after the first sentence.

"you're extremely depressing." Sans said.

'thanks, that's what i was going for.' Killer snickered, grinning at him, and Sans groaned. 'kinda funny how what happens to you is the only thing that changes in a reset, almost like it only affects you and the kid. maybe it's a determination thing...'

"what?" Sans asked.

'think about it, you've got a bit of determination in you, it comes outta you as you die. we both know skeletons can't sweat, and we both know what was actually happening when you were 'sweating'. you had determination to not get killed, to kill the kid, and it was starting to become too much to handle. low lv monsters can't handle that determination, but when say, me or whoever the hell just played in your head like a trailer for a movie, when you do what we did and kill everyone, or mostly everyone, and obtain a high lv, you can handle more determination. otherwise you can't handle it and you just melt like a snowman in summer on the surface.' Killer leaned again the side of his treadmill as he explained, snickering a bit at his comparison. 

"that... actually makes a lot of sense..." Sans said.

'i know, that's why i said it, because i'm right. now, next order of business, we gotta roll out the welcome wagon when guest number two arrives at the fabulous, and by fabulous i mean the two star at best, motel that is your mind, where, like hotel california, that one human song, no one can ever leave!' Killer said, and Sans just looked at him like he was crazy, and he technically was. Killer ignored the look, 'now, we have to do a red carpet, try and get some balloons in here, and maybe, just maybe i can get a lion in here. can't promise it won't bite anyone, i'll have to get everyone to sign a waiver.'

Sans just looked done with everything. Killer started laughing, enjoying this, and Sans groaned, closing his eye sockets. While Killer was crazy, he did have a point, it was about to get a lot more crowded if this kept up...

'it's already too crowded with just me here.' Sans heard his voice right next to his head, and his eye sockets shot open, seeing Killer kneeling next to him on his left, grinning. He suddenly smirked mischievously, right eye socket half closed, asking, 'marry me?'

Sans's jaw dropped, eyelights shrinking from shock. He did not just say that. Killed fell on his back soundlessly, crying laughing, the black tar-like substance running down from his eye sockets a bit quicker. Killer sat up slightly, looking at his face, before he laughed harder, soundlessly punching the floor with his fist a few times. 

'i hope the new one will be as fun as you, lucky, oh my god... i haven't laughed that hard in a long time..." Killer chuckled.

"can i go back to sleep?" Sans asked.

'like i have a say?' Killer asked.

"we both know you could just keep being annoying and keep me awake." Sans deadpanned.

'hmmmm... true. well, we got nothing else to do before the kid falls in the morning, and you probably won't be able to sleep again after... that. i say we have some fun. you, me, grillby's. get some actual good food instead of... whatever the stuff papyrus makes is. you know i'm right, lucky. now come on, he should be open.' Killer suggested, and Sans was pretty tempted.

"i can't believe i'm agreeing with you." Sans sighed.

'you know i have a point, now come on, up and at 'em.' Killer insisted, grabbing at his shoulders which did literally nothing, Killer's hands just phased through him, but Sans felt the sensation mentally either way, and he sat up with a sigh. This was probably a bad idea.

'yup.' Killer grinned at him, the grin combined with the empty eye sockets was unnerving.

Sans looked up at his window, seeing Killer's soul on his chest, and his eye sockets were empty, black, tar-like liquid coming from his sockets. It looked like his reflection had changed more this Reset, probably a result of whatever was happening getting worse. Crap.

A few minutes later, Sans was walking into Grillby’s, Killer, or at least his hallucination of him or whatever his mind was doing to make him see him, following him in, whistling a demented version of his boss theme, and no one else was there but Grillby, who was cleaning a glass. 'so, when's the last time you were in here this early, hmm? it’s probably been a while. can’t remember the last time i even ate here.'

Sans didn’t know how to feel about that. 

“Sans? What are you doing here this late at night?” Grillby asked in concern.

”not much. papyrus’s cooking in the morning is giving me nightmares and sleeping is an impastable task right now.” Sans joked, sitting on one of the bar stools, Killer appearing at the edge of his vision on the stool next to him. Grillby chuckled a bit at the joke.

”I see. I don’t have much for breakfasts, but I got a gift basket from Muffet for Gryftmas. Would you like something from that?” Grillby asked, “Her baking is too sweet for me, and don’t refuse saying you don’t want to put me out. You’d be doing me a favor and making her happy.”

'well, when he puts it that way… go for it! come on, you know you’re hungry, and it’s a generous gesture you should really appreciate and accept, it is rude to refuse a gift~' Killer said.

Sans knew that Killer just had a sweet tooth and was trying to get Sans to indulge in it for him.

'that… damn it! fine! seriously though, it’s been so long!' Killer hopped onto the counter next to Grillby, and Sans had to force himself not to look at him, so of course Killer got in his face, saying in a monotone tone, 'spider donut.' 

Sans sighed in defeat, saying, “yeah, that’d be great, thanks grillbs.” and Killer grinned victoriously, fist bumping the air before sitting on the edge of the counter and kicking his legs over the edge as Grillby went to go grab the gift basket. Sans hadn’t seen or heard him this excited before.

'hey, I can feel some things. not a lot, but some. one thing i can feel is a sweet tooth, and another is- oh here it is!' Killer grinned widely, sitting back on the bar stool next to Sans.

Grillby came back with the basket, unknowingly setting it where Killer had previously been sitting.

”Take your pick.” Grillby said.

”thank you.” Sans thanked him, receiving a nod as Grillby went to clean some pots and pans out of view.

Killer frantically pointed at the neatly packaged donut, jumping on the counter next to the basket and pointing at it from there, and Killer actually had lights in his eye sockets now. They were like his own, but Killer’s were just a thin white outline of a circle, and the lights were smaller than Sans’s. Killer looked up at Sans, who realized he’d unintentionally been staring, and Sans looked back at the basket.

'careful, don't get lost in 'em.' Killer said, a flirty look on his face, and Sans barely held back a reaction. Killer snickered at him. Killer was a jerk. 'yup.' Sans wasn’t going to eat the donut. 'NO!!' Killer yelled dramatically, eyelights shrinking in obviously exaggerated horror, now the size of the tip of a needle.

'fine, i’ll stop…' Killer sighed, and Sans grabbed the donut, and Killer sat on the bar stool again.

Sans unwrapped it, eating it, and he sighed in content. Killer did the same, a satisfied look on his face. Sans thought he was basically an emotionless jerk.

'oh i am, but i haven’t eaten or tasted a sweet in a long time, and it tastes good. besides, like i said, i have some emotions, just not in the usual way or from usual things. i enjoy feeling, i like different and new things, and i enjoy pissing people off to name a few, and murder is... definitely a way to pass time, i like it. oh, and i hate ketchup and chocolate, brings back memories.'

Sans knew all about that from his nightmare of Killer, of his timeline and how he took joy in what he did. Sans, as much as he wanted to be furious with him about it and hate him, just couldn’t bring himself to be. He’d seen what he’d gone through, everything that happened to him, felt everything himself… truth be told, he felt bad for him.

'take that back.' Killer said, narrowing his sockets at him, eyelights vanishing.

”enjoy your donut.” Sans countered quietly, narrowing his eye sockets back, and Killer muttered something under his breath. 

Sans counted it as one of his few victories against Killer. After thanking Grillby again for the donut, Sans teleported to Waterfall, sitting on the bench with the quiche hidden underneath. Killer sat cross legged on the ground, facing him, and fidgeting with a knife. He looked distracted, movements precise yet he didn't seem to be concentrating on his hands, like he'd done it multiple times.

'i have. it's like one of those fidget spinners, but, y'know, dangerous and lethal. makes it fun.' Killer grinned.

'how much worse do you think this'll get?' Sans asked him.

'hmmm... can it get worse? i mean sure, we'll probably be getting a new roommate soon, and he probably won't pay rent either. wait, do i need to pay rent? you can't exactly evict me if i don't.' Killer asked, looking thoughtful.

'you don't need to do anything other than not drive me crazy.' Sans replied, and Killer grimaced.

'tsk, tsk, tsk, no can do, lucky. you're already crazy. how about we settle for me letting you sleep.... sometimes.' Killer said.

Sans sighed out loud before thinking, 'fine, and no killing anyone.'

'damn, fine.' Killer sighed.

'hey, can i ask you something?' Sans asked.

'shoot.' Killer replied.

"do you.. ever feel remorse? about what you did and everything else?" Sans asked.

Killer looked to think about it for a while, looking at his hands, head down.

'not really. i can't really miss anything or feel guilty or sad or regret. can't really care about stuff that much either, and i don't feel upset when someone or something dies or is hurt. i mean occasionally i can get bits and pieces of it, but... i hate those moments and try avoiding them whenever i can.' Killer replied.

'chara really messed you up, huh?' Sans asked sadly.

'you could say that. don't even think of feeling bad for me, i don't want your stupid pity.' Killer glared.

'i'm not pitying you. i'm sympathizing, something you don't know how to do, but i still know it. i feel bad about what you went through, but i don't pity you. i feel sad you went through it, and i... i want so badly to be furious with you, to hate you for everything you did, but... i saw how much you were put through, and i saw how much you resisted before you caved.

'i.. know i might be a bad person for not hating you, but i'm trying to keep in mind that you were like me, once. a long, long time ago, and i.. i figure if we're gonna be stuck in this situation, i'd rather not spend my time hating you. besides, the one i saw before, the one that didn't have you in it... i know you're not the only version of me who killed everyone out of desperation to get everything to stop.' Sans told him, and Killer looked at him blankly for a moment.

'was i seriously this sappy and forgiving?' Killer asked, half to himself.

'yeah, pretty much.' Sans replied, chuckling a bit at the reaction.

'damn, i really was pathetic..' Killer muttered, and Sans ignored him.

Sans sat there for a bit longer, Killer either fidgeting with a knife or just pacing around, and they talked a bit longer. Sans teleported back to his room after a while, when Papyrus would usually come to wake him up, and Killer walked around a corner when Sans teleported there, laying in bed. Killer leaned against the wall, looking at the door when Papyrus opened it.

"GOOD MORNING, BROTH- OH, YOU'RE ALREADY AWAKE! WONDERFUL! COME ON, SANS! I HAVE A GOOD DAY ABOUT TODAY! A HUMAN WILL FALL, I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES, NYEH HEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus ran out, and Killer chuckled a bit, shaking his head. 

Sans got out of bed, heading downstairs, seeing Killer reclining on the couch, and he said, 'took ya long enough.'

Sans rolled his eyelights, and a few minutes later he was sitting on the couch, choking down some of the pasta Papyrus had made. Killer was laying on his chest on the table, legs kicking in the air slightly behind him, holding his head up with his hands, elbows on the table. 

'the donut was a good idea, wasn't it?' Killer asked, and Sans sighed slightly, knowing he was right. 'quick, put the pasta in your pocket, he'll think you ate it all and head to work on puzzles. we need to get moving, kid's gonna be outta the ruins soon.'

Sans remembered Killer guiding him through Undyne's attacks, and he knew Killer had a lot of experience dealing with everyone combat wise, which was a given for dodging attacks and fighting them quickly. Sans didn't think that that also applied to how they'd react in different situations and to different things, but he took a shot at the dark to see if Killer was right about this. Sans waited until Papyrus wasn't looking before wrapping the pasta in a napkin before putting it in his pocket like Killer had instructed, wanting to see if Killer was right about this too.

"jeez, i am stuffed. thanks, pap." Sans thanked him, patting where his stomach would be if he had one.

"YOU'RE WELCOME, BROTHER!" Papyrus replied, happy, "I HAVE TO GET TO WORK ON PUZZLES NOW, BE AT YOUR POST WHEN I CHECK LATER, SANS!" Papyrus said, and he headed out the door.

Sans looked back at Killer, and Killer snickered. 

'do i know him or what?' Killer grinned, and Sans sighed. Killer looked over at the knife block, and when Sans looked at where he was looking, Killer asked, 'grab me one?'

"absolutely not." Sans replied.

'might need it~' Killer said.

"why would i ever need that?" Sans asked.

'if the kid's a genocider, can cut them down really quick.' Killer grinned, and Sans snorted at the pun, which made Killer grin wider. 

"still no." Sans said.

'oh come on!' Killer sighed, 'i'll go easy on messing with you for the rest of the timeline. besides, what's the harm? if anyone sees it, they'll forget about it once everything resets again. there's no consequences here, lucky. wrap your skull around that.' 

Sans headed out the door a minute later, grumbling under his breath angrily. He couldn't believe Killer had talked him into it. Killer had a lot of pep in his step, skipping through the snow without leaving any footprints. Sans had wrapped a knife in a thick napkin and put it in his inside coat pocket. 

"you're still a psycho." Sans muttered.

'but i'm your psycho.' Killer winked at him, and Sans stopped walking, glaring at him.

'stop doing that.' Sans glared.

'but it ticks you off, and your anger is extremely amusing.' Killer grinned.

"killer." Sans said flatly.

'fine, fine, i'll save it for the newbie when he gets here.' Killer sighed. 

Sans started walking again, teleporting to the Ruins doors, waiting for the kid to walk out. The doors opened fifteen minutes later, Killer leaning against the door the kid never opens, and he was fidgeting with a knife, seemingly enjoying his reflection in the blade. When the door opened, Killer immediately looked them over, and Sans recognized their expression.

'well i'll be damned.' Killer said, putting the knife in his coat pocket. It was Frisk.

"hey, frisk." Sans said, walking over. 

"Hey Sans. You recognized me?" Frisk asked.

"yeah, recognized the look on your face. met riley last reset. they were a good kid." Sans said, and Frisk nodded.

"Riley is one of the nicest ones; a true pacifist." Frisk said, "I was relieved they got to be in control last time."

Sans nodded in agreement, seeing Killer tossing his knife up and down in the air, and Frisk turned around to see what Sans was looking at, but upon seeing nothing, turned around to look back at Sans.

"What is it?" Frisk asked him.

"huh? oh, nothing, just uh... thought i saw something... wanna get this over with?" Sans asked. 

Frisk seemed hesitant, but nodded a bit. They still looked concerned. Killer slowly peaked over Frisk's head, grinning at Sans with his right eye socket half closed, and Sans immediately started walking, not looking at Killer who then poked his head out from around a tree in front of Sans, waving. Frisk followed behind Sans.

"Are you ok?" Frisk asked, "You look like you're seeing something."

"yeah, i'm fine. just... try figuring out a way to stop the resets from happening sooner rather than later, ok?" Sans asked.

"Is something happening to you?" Frisk asked in concern, jumping to correct conclusions.

"just... please, frisk." Sans said.

'you seem desperate, that obviously means something's wrong, idiot. you think the brat won't catch on? who knows, maybe they'll hurry up on a solution..' Killer's face went blank and his voice went monotone with what he said next, 'or you'd be handing chara something to use on a silver platter.'

Sans was unnerved by that. He hated when Killer did that to no end. Killer smirked a bit, going back behind the tree and out of sight. He was gonna pop up again eventually. Frisk thankfully seemed to drop it, and the interaction with Papyrus went by in a blur, Sans went on autopilot during it, just getting through it with generic dialogue, and Frisk seemed even more concerned. Waterfall went the same as the last time with Riley, Papyrus tagging along. It was in Hotland where things got... out of hand.

"Alright, here we are! You and Alphys are gonna get along so well!" Undyne declared. 

This was going the same as last time so far, only this time Killer was walking backwards in front of them, twirling a knife in his left hand. Sans could still feel the weight of the blade Killer had made him grab before leaving the house. Undyne knocked on the door to The Lab with her free hand, and she bolted inside, excited. Papyrus followed behind her, walking through the hallucination of Killer, who appeared next to the fridge when the brothers entered.

"O-Oh! Hi U-Undyne! Hi h-human! S-Sans! P-Papyrus! Hi!" Alphys greeted, both nervous, flustered because Undyne was present, along with the kid, Papyrus, and Sans, who she knew that he knew more than he let on.

"Hey Alph! How you doing? Just wanted to bring my new friend over to meet you! They totally idolize me! Fuhuhu!" Undyne grinned, putting Frisk down to pick up Alphys to hug her, and when Undyne put her down, Alphys was extremely flustered. 

"O-Oh! N-Nice to m-meet you!" Alphys greeted.

"You too." Frisk replied, smiling a bit.

"S-So, umm.. h-how've you been l-liking the U-Underground s-so far?" Alphys asked.

"It's really awesome down here! I've made a lot of friends so far, and it's been a lot of fun." Frisk answered.

Alphys nodded in understanding, smiling a bit, "Y-Yeah. S-Some m-monsters r-r-really are a-amazing.." Alphys said, looking up at Undyne.

'oh my god, for asgore's sake, just kiss already!' Killer snapped at Alphys and Undyne despite them being unable to hear him. 

'not this crap again...' Sans groaned mentally. 

'oh yes! they need to hook up before the timeline ends! i need some alphyne!' Killer grinned.

Sans's eyelights vanished as he tried holding back several choice words and reactions.

"S-Sans? A-Are you o-ok?..." Alphys asked him, looking unnerved but also concerned.

"yeah, i'm ok. just gotta.. umm.. just remembered i had to do something. be back in a few minutes." Sans answered, eyelights reappearing and he teleported to the bathroom. The True Lab was hidden in an elevator in one of the stalls, but otherwise it was just a bathroom. Sans locked the door, glaring at his reflection, seeing Killer grinning back at him.

'stop.' Sans glared, crossing his arms, but Killer only folded his arms behind his head.

'nah, i'm good. c'mon, lucky, you can't actually expect me to stop just because you told me to~ you might wanna pull yourself together though, they're getting worried~' Killer grinned at him, leaning forward in the mirror.

'that's difficult to do when you're being obnoxious. you said that you'd lay off messing with me for the rest of the timeline.' Sans growled.

'i did, but you couldn't have actually expected me to just stand by and leave you alone. no no no. y'see, lucky, i'm holding back saying some things, but i'm not just gonna do nothing or watch everything like a movie.' Killer said.

'i... i know. i'm sorry. just... can you tell when i'm getting irritated and just lay off?' Sans asked.

'i suppose so, but just for this reset. i have all next reset to mess with you~ if not that one, the one after. consequences mean nothing here and time is endless. i have all the time in the world to mess with ya, lucky, and you know what? eventually, you'll finally understand."

Killer vanished, leaving Sans glaring at a wall. He sighed and turned around to leave, but was met with a disturbing reflection. He was looking at himself with empty eye sockets and a glowing red target on his chest, black liquid coming from his eye sockets. Killer's appearance flashed in front of his vision, the mirror covered in dust and blood and the glass cracked, and Sans stumbled back. His reflection didn't move, though, and Sans saw his reflection twirling a knife before throwing it to the side, and Sans heard the sound of a monster dusting. The image vanished a moment later, and Sans panted, soul pounding in his chest from the jump scare. He looked where the knife had been thrown, and there was no one there. What the hell?...

"not funny." Sans said, eye sockets narrowed in anger, panic receding.

'i didn't do that.' Killer said.

"what?.." Sans asked, and Killer appeared in front of him, leaning against the wall.

'i didn't cause that to happen. i can appear and talk to ya, lucky, i can't do... that." Killer said, and Sans sighed a bit. 

"if that wasn't you, then... what just-" Sans was cut off by a loud explosion, the ground shaking.

'there's mettaton. should probably hurry and get back.' Killer advised, and Sans sighed, knowing he was right.

Sans unlocked the door and teleported back out, seeing a hole in the wall, Mettaton rolling out of the gaping hole and Papyrus looking at Mettaton with a surprised and giddy expression, practically jumping with excitement.

'you ever noticed how similar those two are? talk about media influencing kids.' Killer said, and Sans sighed. Killer had a point there. Sans still didn't like the robot, and Killer looked like he was itching for a fight with him too.

"HELLO, DAR-! OH! I WASN'T ANTICIPATING A LIVE AUDIENCE! HELLO, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE FRONT ROW SEATS TO MY SHOW?!" Mettaton asked.

"YES!!" Papyrus cheered. 

'no.' Killer and Sans thought at the same time, and Killer snickered.

"VERY WELL! NOW, LET'S BEGIN WITH A MARVELOUS QUIZ SHOW! STARING... THE HUMAN! WHAT IS YOUR NAME, DARLING?" Mettaton asked.

"Frisk." Frisk replied.

"FRISK! LOVELY! NOW, LET'S PLAY A GAME! ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS CORRECTLY, OR... YOU DIE!" Mettaton challenged.

"Wait, what?" Undyne asked.

"WHY IS THEM DYING A PENALTY?" Papyrus asked, "IT SEEMS... EXCESSIVE..."

"IT PROVIDES DRAMA! ACTION! A THRILL, AND DON'T FORGET SUSPENSE AND TENSION!" Mettaton answered, "NOW, ENOUGH CHATTER BEFORE WE LOSE OUR LOVELY VIEWERS, HERE'S YOUR QUESTIONS, DARLING!!" 

Frisk answered the questions correctly that they could, but it was difficult, the whole thing was completely rigged. They got zapped a few times, and Sans noticed something odd. They took more damage than the last few timelines. Weird. The kid seemed to notice too, because they seemed surprised. Soon enough, they were at just 1 HP, but the quiz show wasn't stopping. Alphys intervened before Sans could, which he knew she was planning on inserting herself into the story because she wanted to feel important and befriend the kid, but usually... things were different. The kid didn't usually get this hurt.

"W-Wait! M-Maybe... u-ummm... d-do you th-think you're e-ending this t-too s-s-soon?... T-There... umm.... there's n-no s-suspense..." Alphys piped up nervously.

"HMM? ALPHYS... THAT...." Alphys tensed up, "IS A LOVELY IDEA! FABULOUS! WELL DONE, DARLING!" Alphys breathed a sigh of relief, "VERY WELL, I AM OFF TO SET UP THE STAGE FOR OUR NEXT PERFORMANCE! TOODLOO!" 

Mettaton flew out through the roof, and Killer looked up after him before looking at Sans, 'well that was interesting...' Killer stated.

"you ok, kid?" Sans asked, and they gave him a shaky thumbs up.

Alphys rushed to her fridge, grabbing some instant noodles and heating them up, and giving them to Frisk.

"H-Here.. t-this sh-should help you h-heal..." Alphys told them.

"Thank you." Frisk said graciously, eating the noodles, regaining some HP.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST MET METTATON..." Papyrus said after a moment, still kind of giddy, "I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY HE'D WANT TO HARM YOU, HUMAN." 

"I-I... umm... h-his coding... i-it's messed up..." Alphys said after a moment, "H-He... um... he's uh... I-I a-accidentally g-gave him s-some human k-killing f-fixations..."

'hey lucky, did you know me and chara used mettaton's cameras and everything for a soap opera once with his ripped off and sparking head for a candle?'

"WHAT?!" Sans asked in shock and confusion, and everyone flinched. Sans looked between everyone, and coughed a bit, "sorry... what?"

"Y-Yeah... s-sorry.. I umm... I c-can try f-fixing him, b-but..." Alphys trailed off, thinking Sans had been responding to her. 

Sans didn't miss Frisk's concerned expression, and he decided to look away from the kid.

"WELL, DON'T WORRY! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WON'T ALLOW FRISK TO BE HARMED AGAIN! EVEN IF IT IS FROM MY FAVORITE TV STAR!" Papyrus announced.

"I'm with you on that one, Papyrus. That robot doesn't stand a chance!" Undyne declared, punching her right fist into her left hand, her eye narrowing. 

"i'll help you out too, kid." Sans agreed. He noticed Alphys fidgeting, and he said, "but probably not as much as alphys can. i'm too lazy for that."

Alphys smiled a little, surprised but happy. "Y-Yeah! I can h-help too!" 

"Yeah you can! You got this, Alphys!" Undyne agreed with Sans. 

After Frisk finished the noodles, they were seemingly encouraged, and continued on through Hotlands, going through the area like usual, Undyne and Papyrus providing encouragement while Alphys played hero, and Sans encouraged them occasionally. Everything seemed to be going mostly ok, with Mettaton being a tiny bit more murderous than normal, but at the final interaction between the two of them... something seemed to go wrong. Mettaton was being much more violent than usual, to the point the kid died almost right away upon entering the area, a Reload almost immediately occurring.

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It was this Reload that Sans felt something snap in his soul...

[valkyrieres]

What if Planes had a FGO-style gacha game

Normal!Dusty would be the starter chara (like Mash Kyrielight), originally 1-2 star, then as story progresses, he'll evolve into 3* racer!Dusty and 4* supercharged/racing(f&r ver)

The chara enhance page would be the Fix n Fly with Dottie as the NPC, and the shop page would be Fill n Fly with Chug as the NPC

There's a Jolly Wrenches event where u can unlock JWR!Dusty skin and roll for Bravo and Echo.

Skipper would be a free 4* chara after u made him join ur team, yet u can only use his ULT/NP after the story when he decided to fly again.

The other racers would be selectable as Support NPCs as story progresses

Rollable WATG charas (story locked): El Chu (4*), Ishani (5*), Rochelle (4*), Ned&Zed (3*)

Rollable WATG Charas (limited): Bulldog (5*), Ripslinger (5*)

Ripslinger would also be the boss of Arc 1 (he's both a playable chara and the boss, just like Arjuna Alter lol)

For Arc 2 (F&R) ur Dusty would automatically get upgraded into his F&R racer self (4*) and gets downgraded into a 2* when his gearbox breaks

Upgrading him into pontoons!Dusty turns him into a 3* with new skills

Both the Enhance and Shop pages would have Maru as the NPC at this point

Rollable F&R charas (storylocked): Windlifter (5*), Dipper (4*), Smokejumpers (4*)

Rollable F&R charas (limited): Blade Ranger (5*)

Cabbie and Patch would NPCs for...idk, a new feature page that has infos on stuff?

Pontoons!Dusty gets upgraded into Firefighter!Dusty (5*)

[what-have-i-unleashed]

of freedom and of pleasure 2/?

i can't stop thinking about this au..... help me.... HELP!!!! chara and killer interacting briefly before the big shift comes rip to killer i guess

part 2 of 4... for now..... (part 1 here for anyone interested)

(cw: war crimes the series, child soldier chara, prisoner of war killer, suicidal ideation)

killer hears them before he sees them.

a muttered conversation just outside of his holding cell. the sounds of boots shuffling away. then the rustling of the canvas flaps as they part, revealing a cloaked figure holding a lamplight. it is dark outside, killer notes absentmindedly. he has almost lost his sense of time in here. how much time has passed since he was captured? a day? a week? a month? no one has done anything to him except treating his injuries and feeding him his prisoner’s rations. killer wonders if they are even going to do anything at this point – if dust is going to do anything.

nevertheless, the sight of the chara stirs something in him. he’s bored, anxious, and fatigued all the time – maybe it’d be good to have some good conversation around these damp, oppressively silent spaces.

“didn’t expect to see you here, cadet,” he says, his voice rasping due to disuse. “what’s the matter? couldn’t sleep without checking in on your favorite prisoner?”

chara’s face twists with irritation. they cross their arms. “shut up. i didn’t come here to hear you talk nonsense to me.”

“well, yet here you are anyway, listening to me talking my nonsense.” killer shifts, the magic-inhibiting chains clanking heavily as he leans against the central post with a strained grin. “something tells me this visit isn’t exactly sanctioned by dear old dusty.”

chara’s glare intensifies. “stop calling him that, you… worm.”

“ouch, i’m so hurt. did i touch a nerve there?” killer’s grin fades, but his voice remains light. “let me guess. you’re here to yell at me for trying to kill dust for the… third time? fourth time?”

“sixth time,” chara snaps, their voice sharp. “six times you tried to kill him. don’t pretend this is some joke.”

“it’s war, kiddo. death is kinda a joke around here. everyone else has given me the threats already before you.” killer chuckles, a hollow and humorless sound. “you know, maybe seventh time will be the lucky charm, eh?”

chara doesn’t say anything. their jaw tightens and their fists clench. after a few seconds of breathing, they finally shoot back, their voice steady. “what are you to him? why is he keeping you alive instead of killing you outright?”

killer raises his eye ridge, then blinks slowly and tilts his head, a sardonic drawl in his reply. “i don’t think you’re qualified as an interrogator, kid.”

“don’t dodge the question.”

“dodging’s what us sanses do best,” killer shrugs. “though i have to ask: why the question? are you jealous? insecure about what you are to him? tell me, kid: what is he to you?”

chara’s body turns stiff, their lips turned into a thin line. bingo. killer lets a smile grace his face.

“you’re derailing,” the human says, gritting their teeth.

“am i?” he replies, one eye closed as he props his chin on his fist. “we’re just getting to the good part. you’re the one coming here with questions, but not for me – they’re for you. i don’t think you’re ready to hear the answers.”

“i-” chara hesitates, a look of frustration passing through the face. “this isn’t about me.”

“is it?” killer asks lightly. “what do you expect to hear from a guy who tried to kill your commander six times? you’re here for something, and it’s not me.”

“stop acting like you know me!” chara snaps, taking a step towards the bars. “you don’t know me! and you don’t know him!”

“oh, but i do,” killer murmurs, his eyelights unusually bright as he stares at the unfamiliar familiar face in front of him. “i know what it’s like to be someone else’s weapon. to be molded to be exactly what they want you to be.”

“stop- i-” chara freezes, something vulnerable in their expression showing briefly before they mask it with their usual anger. “i’m nothing like you. commander- dust is not using me. he’s not.”

“i never said anything about dust,” killer grins faintly. “you’re the one saying it. but it rings true, doesn’t it? you’re the one fighting his battles for him. and what are you? fifteen?”

“i’m not a kid,” chara repeats, though the sentiment rings hollow. “and commander isn’t using me. i volunteered for this.”

“did you? and even so, i know what war does to people, especially kids. nightmare’s got you out of your universe not out of the kindness of his soul, but because of that special ability you have to turn the tide of the game – nothing more.”

chara’s face flushes with anger. “you don’t know about that! at least nightmare saved us, unlike the council you work for that deemed us too dangerous to be worthwhile!”

"sure," killer says, his voice dripping with cynicism. "because nothing screams ‘savior’ like sending a kid to do his dirty work. and dusty? he’s fine with it. following orders like the good little soldier he’s always been. never questioning why you’re out here bleeding for someone else’s war."

“i said stop it!” chara screams, the air around them buzzing with magic that it gives killer pause, but only for a moment.

“he doesn’t care, kid. or at least he doesn’t care enough. you think he’d go against nightmare’s orders if it meant keeping you safe?” killer’s voice becomes softer. “take it from me, cadet. you can’t blindly trust anyone – not dust, not nightmare, not anyone. everyone has their own interests in the war. everyone wants to rule their own piece of the world. if you give someone all of yourself, you’ll have nothing left when the war is over. if the war will ever be over.”

chara’s shoulders tremble, their voice shaking, on the verge of crying. “i don’t need advice from someone like you. you’re a traitor and a coward.” they spit the words like venom, but it isn’t the first time killer has heard those insults.

“maybe.” killer shrugs, a self-depreciating smile on his tear-streaked face. “but even cowards can see the truth when it’s in front of them.”

silence falls upon them. killer turns his head away, pretending not to hear chara trying to heave back the sobs threatening to claw out of their throat. after a few uncomfortable minutes, chara coughs and takes a shaky breath, their red eyes trained upon killer with much intensity.

“you’re wrong about him,” they say, their voice low. “and you’re wrong about me. i’m not just here to talk.” with trembling hands, they reach under their cloak and pull out a knife tucked at their side. “i’m here to kill you.”

killer blinks, and then he lets out a disbelieving laugh. “you’ve got to be kidding me!” he guffaws, holding on the post for dear life. “so you really want to prove yourself to dust then? you think this will make him proud? ha-ha-ha!!”

chara’s grip on their knife tightens as they move closer to killer. “you’re dangerous,” they whisper. “you’re a threat to him – to all of us. if commander won’t see it, then someone has to. someone has to kill you.”

“go ahead then, cadet.” killer smirks, his body relaxed. “what are you waiting for? kill me.”

chara approaches killer carefully, like a small housecat sizing up a bigger predator in the wild. they put the lamplight down on the ground, then continue pointing the knife at killer, swallowing as they stop a few steps away from him. for a few minutes, both of them – captor and captive – only stare at each other, frozen in time. killer can see the small tremors in chara’s knife-gripping hand, their knuckle so tight it turns white. with a deep breath, they jump on killer, swiftly wrestling him down and grinding his head in the dirt, the knife pressing at his neck and drawing thick viscous blood mixed with something else. but then, they stop, only breathing shallowly on top of killer and not dealing the finishing blow.

“what’s the matter?” killer asks after an oppressive silence. “having second thoughts?”

“no…” chara breathes out shakily, their grip on killer’s skull tightening. “i need to do this… he’s compromised. i just know it. i need to…”

“don’t tell me you’re having cold feet now.” killer says, his voice mocking. “or did you realize killing me won’t solve whatever issues you have in your head? are you afraid of what dust will do to you if he finds out you broke his rules?”

chara jumps off killer, their body all jittery and rigid at the same time. they snatch the lamplight and, without a word, run out into the camp, leaving killer behind with a still bleeding gash in his neck. one minute. then two. then five goes by without any indication of the human returning. killer slowly sits up and presses his hand to his wound, apathetically watching the pattern his blood has created on the ground – the only form on entertainment he has around here in quite some time. he sneaks a glance at his soul – it has wobbled to a circular shape at some point without him knowing. that’s not good, a voice speaks to him somewhere far away, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

“you’ll figure it out later,” he mumbles to himself, leaning against the post as he prepares to meet any further unwanted visitor for tonight. there goes his sleep again.

[ugghouly]

Aside from the permanent rift in the underground, what else do you think happened after Chara and Asriel's plan failed. Do you think Gaster's lab fell eerily silent without the chatter associated with impromptu babysitting sessions? Do you think any of the horrors in the lab unaccredited to Alphys were wild experiments driven by his mad grief? Do you think the other children they would've played with began to tell ghost stories in school because they swear their friends are still here? Do you think they laid by the echo flowers that replayed their wishes just to listen to them again? Do you think the guards still stood stiffly, assuming they would be tackled at any moment by the royal children? Do you think their favorite puzzles were left in the ways they last solved them, whether or not their configurations were correct? Do you think the first child that fell into the ruins afterwards found that old chest of toys dusty, or do you think Toriel lovingly cleaned them every day and night? Do you think that for a time, she stopped baking because she couldn't bare to smell their favorite sweets? Or do you think that she threw herself into every hobby she had to drown out the silence?