#EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNDERTALE NOW. AGAIN.

[volatilemask]

i love you undertale

[storytimewithnova]

haikyuu x undertale

In this AU no one knows who bokuto is Sho and yams are twins they went missing on their 9th birthday turns out they fell in to the underground sho aka frisk is a passive Yams aka chara  takes genocide and kills all of sho friends and destroys all the friendships sho has made yams is dead when she fell she died on imapact he sprit remained

Lets begin all this takes place after the events of undertale if you haven't played it then i recommend of watch Jackseptic play i

In we ❤️ V ball GC

Unknown has started a live

They can see and hear everything because why not

Kenma:Wait S-S-Sho you're alive

Sho looks at the skeleton that goes by the name bokuto and says

Sho:🎵 I didnt know what I got into, somehow I cant go back even if I really wanted to.. so what more can I do? In the end Its just me and you..🎵

Bokuto:💭so you were being made

Back in the chat

Lev:Whose that ?

Semi:You mean what's that?

Yaku:If she is alive her twin is right? Right?

The live

Sho:🎵 I never wanted to play by the rules, A knife in hand, I'm playing out the part of a fool. so here we go you can judge me throughly its too late for apologies.🎵

Bokuto:Please sho you're still my sho just please drop the Knife

The GC

Kuroo:Huh? his sho

Akaashi:Isn't he like umm dead

The live

Sho:🎵 Go ahead and just hit me since you're able, we know my determination is unstable,🎵

Bokuto:No sho i don't to do this if you were being made to this remeber you aren't the first human

Sho's thoughts💭my twin i know Ko i know she is behind this i am sorry love

Sho:🎵 I'm not even mad because I keep on dying, But I dont even know why I keep trying,🎵

Bokuto:Then lets stop killing each other because it hurts me holding your dying body every time i can't keep using my power

Sho's thoughts💭what did i tell you about timeline jumping stupid skeleton

Sho:🎵 This isn't what I want, yet it's what I asked for Curiosity over all my morals I took away our perfect happy ending Resetting the world despite the warnings🎵

Bokuto:I can undo it i will jump again if i have sho please lay down the Knife

The GC

Tori:Jump?!

Iwaizumi:I don't think we are going to get anwser babe

We stan non toxic Iwaoi in this household

The live

Sho:🎵 Right now I'm made.. O-o-o-o-of L-o-o-o-ove,l-o-o-o-ove 🎵

The Gc Semi:Love?

Kenma:Oh that sounds like a game i played it stands for Level of violence

Everyone oh

Akaashi:wonder Why sho is mentioning it

Kenma's thoughts💭 It sounds like a game I played no I can't be based off real events otherwise it would be in poor taste

Kenma:OH SHIT!

Kuroo:Kenma?

Kenma:The game i played its based of real events the events of sho and Yams disappearance

Kita:The fuck

Kenma:Lets see what else sho says

In the live

Sho:🎵 I know who you are you remember who i am we knew that once in a timeline, we have grown to be good friends And yet I killed your brother without giving him a chance Every time you throw me down, I hope you kill me once again..🎵

Everyone: WHAT?!

Bokuto's thoughts💭i don't want to kill you and we are more than friends  love

Sho:🎵 So go ahead and just hit me since you're able All the sin that I can feel is unbearable If I could only hit you once it would be over But the consequences last forever🎵

Akanori:No don't hit her again

Sho:🎵 the flowers are in bloom as the birds will tell It's a beautiful day to be burning in Hell You gave me advice, I chose genocide, But I know how to make it right.🎵

Bokuto:No please i don't want to hit you again now i know your not the one behind it

Sho:🎵 I am made of LOVE ahh... but I'll give up for you.. l-o-o-o-ove, l-o-o-o-ove, l-o-o-o-ove but I'll give up for you. a-a-a-ahh..a-a-a-ahh...But I'll give up for you L-o-o-o-ove,L-o-o-o-oveL-o-o-o-ove..🎵

Yams:ђคђคђค

Bokuto:You it was you ,you made my sho like this

Yams:Bʅαԋ Ⴆʅαԋ Ⴆʅαԋ ʂ�� ɱყ ƚɯιɳɳყ ԃιԃ ιƚ ƚσ Ⴆαԃ ʂԋҽ ԋαԃ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ϝσɾƈҽԃ αɳԃ ʅσʂʂ ƚԋҽ σɳҽʂ ʂԋҽ ʅσʋҽ ʅσʂʂ ყσυ ƚσ Ⴆαԃ ʂσ ʂαԃ ԋαԋαԋα

Bokuto:You're evil

Yams:Yҽαԋ ƚҽʅʅ ɱҽ ʂσɱҽƚԋιɳɠ ι ԃσɳ'ƚ ƙɳσɯ ƈσɱҽԃιαɳ ɱσƚԋҽɾ αɳԃ ϝαƚԋҽɾ υʂҽ ƚσ ʅσʋҽ ƚҽʅʅιɳɠ ɱҽ ι αɱ ƚԋҽ ҽʋιʅ ʋҽɾʂισɳ σϝ ʅιƚƚʅҽ ɱιʂʂ ρҽɾϝҽƈƚ ƚԋҽɾҽ ʂσɾɾყ ƚσ ԃσ ƚԋιʂ ƚσσ ყσυ ƚɯιɳɳყ

Yams grabs the knife and cuts her twins soul out putting it in herself

Bokuto:I will warn you one give sho her soul back

Yams:ภคђ

Bokuto:You asked for this kid

Bokuto:I warned you 🎵 It's a beautiful day outside Birds are singing, flowers are blooming On days like these, kids like you Should be burning in hell🎵

Yams:Aɯɯ ƚԋҽ ϝαɱσυʂ Cαƚƈԋρԋɾαʂҽ ԋσɯ ƈυƚҽ

Bokuto suddenly teleported

Tori:The fuck did i just see that right

Bokuto:🎵 Turn around kid, it'd be a crime, If I had to go back on the promise that I made for you So don't step over that line Or else, friend, you're gonna have a bad time But kids like you don't play by the rules And guys like me It ain't easy to be played for fools, So let's go, let the room get chiller Let's go, dirty brother killer🎵

Yams:Bυƚ ԃιԃɳ'ƚ ι αʅʂσ ʝυʂƚ ƙιʅʅ ყσυɾ ɠιɾʅϝɾιҽɳԃ

Bokuto:Yes you did aka your twin so 🎵 Go ahead and try to hit me if you're able Guess you've figured now that mercy's off the table I can tell you're getting really sick of trying But I think you're just mad you keep dying. You're not gonna win, we'll be here together, Fighting in this judgment hall forever I know you just reset each time I beat ya' But I'll always be right back here to meet ya'🎵

Yams:Hαԋαԋα Oԋ Ⴆσʅԃ σϝ ყσυ

Bokuto:🎵 I know you're made o-o-o-o-of Lo-o-o-o-ove, lo-o-o-o-ove Lo-o-o-o-ove, lo-o-o-o-ove, lo-o-o-o-ove🎵

Yams:Sσ ɯԋαƚ αɾҽ ყσυ ɠσιɳɠ ƚσ ԃσ αႦσυƚ ιƚ

Bokuto:🎵 This is where it stops This is where it ends If you want to get past me Well, you better try again.,But no matter how I stall you You don't give up your attack Do you just like the feeling Of your sins crawling on your back?🎵

Kita:Yams what the hell happened to you

Yams:Oԋ ყҽαԋ ƈσɱҽԃιαɳ ʅσʋҽ ιƚ

Bokuto:🎵 Go ahead and try to hit me if you're able You should know by now that mercy's off the table. Think that you can try to spare me like I'm some pawn?

Well, you didn't spare my brother or girlfriend, so get dunked on I know you made my friends all disappear, But everything they cared about is why I'm here I am their mercy, I am their vengeance I am determination.🎵

Yams:Rҽαʅʅყ Ⴆҽƈαυʂҽ ι ƈαɳ ʂҽҽ ყσυ ԋρ ყσυ ƙɳσɯ ƚԋαƚ ɾιɠԋƚ

Bokuto:🎵 I know you're made o-o-o-o-of Lo-o-o-o-ove, lo-o-o-o-ove But I think I'm stronger than you🎵

Yams:Dσ ყσυ ɯαɳƚ ƚσ ƚҽʂƚ ƚԋαƚ ƚԋҽσɾყ

Bokuto:All i want is sho back

Yams:ȶօ ɮǟɖ ֆɦɛ'ֆ ռօȶ ƈօʍɨռɢ ɮǟƈӄ ǟռɖ ռɛȶɦɛʀ աɨʟʟ ʏօʊ ɦǟɦǟɦǟ 🎵 ɦɛʀɛ աɛ ǟʀɛ ǟɢǟɨռ, ʝʊֆȶ ʍɛ ǟռɖ ʏօʊ ƈօʍɛɖɨǟռ, ʀɨɢɦȶ? աɨȶɦ ʏօʊʀ ɮʟǟֆȶɛʀֆ, ʏօʊʀ ʄʟǟֆɦɨռɢ ɛʏɛ ʏօʊ ֆɦօʊʟɖ ɮɛȶȶɛʀ ɮɛ քʀɛքǟʀɛɖ ɮɛƈǟʊֆɛ ֆօօռ... ʏօʊʀ ʟǟֆȶ ɦօʊʀ ֆȶʀɨӄɛֆ🎵

Bokuto:Why won't you just die again this time stay dead

Yams:🎵 օռɛ ֆȶɛք ʟɛʄȶ ռօա, ɨֆ ǟʟʍօֆȶ ȶɨʍɛ ֆɦօա ʏօʊ աɦǟȶ ʍʏ ɖɛȶɛʀʍɨռǟȶɨօռ ɦǟֆ ȶօ ʟɛʄȶ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ ȶօ ɢɛȶ ɮǟƈӄ ȶօ ʏօʊ ֆɦօʊʟɖ քʀɛքǟʀɛ ȶօ ʝʊֆȶ ɖɨɛ ʟɨӄɛ ǟʟʟ ʏօʊʀ ʄʀɨɛռɖֆ ʏօʊ'ʟʟ ɦǟʋɛ ǟ ɢօօɖ ȶɨʍɛ ɮʊȶ ɢʊʏֆ ʟɨӄɛ ʏօʊ ǟʀɛ ǟʟաǟʏֆ ʝʊֆȶ ʄօօʟֆ ƈօʍɛ ǟȶ ʍɛ, ȶʀʏ ȶօ ӄɨʟʟ ʍɛ աɨȶɦ ʏօʊʀ ʄǟռƈʏ ȶօօʟֆ ʟɛȶ'ֆ ɢօ, ռօա ȶɦɛ ʀօօʍ ɢɛȶֆ ƈɦɨʟʟɛʀ ʟɛȶ'ֆ ɢօ, ʝʊֆȶ ǟռօȶɦɛʀ ӄɨʟʟɛʀ🎵

Semi:Yams drop the knife and let sho come back

Yams:🎵 ɢօ ǟɦɛǟɖ ӄɨʟʟ ʍɛ ǟɢǟɨռ, ɨ ֆɛɛ ʏօʊ ǟʀɛ ǟɮʟɛ ɮʊȶ ɨռֆɨɖɛ ʏօʊ ӄռօա ȶɦɛ ɛռɖ ƈǟռ'ȶ ɮɛ ɛʋǟɖɛɖ ɨ ƈǟռ ȶɛʟʟ ʏօʊ ǟʀɛ ʀɛǟʟʟʏ ȶɨʀɛɖ օʄ ȶɦɛ ʄɨɢɦȶɨռɢ ɮʊȶ ɨ ɛʋɛռ ƈօʍɛ ǟʄȶɛʀ ɖʏɨռɢ աɦʏ ռօ ʟɛȶ ʍɛ աɨռ? ʏօʊ ƈǟռ'ȶ ɖօɖɢɛ ʄօʀɛʋɛʀ ɛʋɛռ ɨʄ ȶɦɛ քǟɨռ ɨֆ ʍօʀɛ ʄʊռ ȶօɢɛȶɦɛʀ ʏօʊ ӄռօա ɨ աɨʟʟ ʝʊֆȶ ʀɛֆɛȶ ǟռɖ ƈօʍɛ ɮǟƈӄ ռɛաɛʀ ǟռɖ աɨȶɦ ɛʋɛʀʏ ȶʀʏ ɨ ɢɛȶȶɨռɢ ɛʋɛռ ʄǟֆȶɛʀ ȶɦǟռ ʏօʊ ǟʀɛ🎵

Bokuto charges at yams

Yams:🎵 ɨ'ʍ ʍǟɖɛ օʄ ʟօʋɛ ʟօʋɛ ʟօʋɛ օʄ ʟօʋɛ ʟօʋɛ🎵

Bokuto:You think i am giving up you think i am letting her go just like that big mistake i will rip her soul our of you

Yams:Hαԋαԋα αɳԃ ɾιʂƙ ԋυɾƚιɳɠ ԋҽɾ ιϝ ყσυ ԃσ ƚԋαƚ αɾҽ ɯιʅʅ ƚσ Tαƙҽ ƚԋαƚ ɾιʂƙ ιϝ ყσυ ԃσ ƚԋαƚ ԃσ ყσυ ʂҽҽ ƈσɱҽԃιαɳ

🎵 "Tԋιʂ ιʂ ɯԋҽɾҽ ιƚ ʂƚσρʂ" "Tԋιʂ ιʂ ɯԋҽɾҽ ιƚ ҽɳԃʂ" Yσυ ƙҽҽρ ƚҽʅʅιɳɠ ɱҽ ƚԋσʂҽ ɯσɾԃʂ ιɳ ԋσρҽ ƚԋαƚ I ɯσυʅԃ υɳԃҽɾʂƚαɳԃ Bυƚ ҽʋҽɳ ιϝ I ԋҽαɾ ყσυ I ɯσɳ'ƚ ɠιʋҽ υρ ɱყ αƚƚαƈƙ🎵

Bokuto:You should understand she is you twin and you are hurting just as much as i have

Yams:🎵 Cαɳ ყσυ ʝυʂƚ ɳσƚ ʂҽҽ ƚԋҽ ƚɾυƚԋ? Cαɳ ყσυ ɳσƚ ʂҽҽ ɯԋαƚ ƚԋιʂ αʅʅ ɱҽαɳƚ? Gσ αԋҽαԃ ƙιʅʅ ɱҽ αɠαιɳ I ʂҽҽ ყσυ αɾҽ αႦʅҽ Bυƚ ιɳʂιԃҽ ყσυ ƙɳσɯ ƚԋҽ ҽɳԃ ƈαɳ'ƚ Ⴆҽ ҽʋαԃҽԃ Yσυ ƚԋιɳƙ I ɱιɠԋƚ ƚɾყ ʂƚσρ ιϝ ყσυ ʂƚαყ ραƚιҽɳƚ Bυƚ I'ɱ ɠҽƚƚιɳɠ ყσυ ɯιƚԋ ɱყ ԃҽƚҽɾɱιɳαƚισɳ I ɱαԃҽ ყσυɾ ϝɾιҽɳԃʂ αʅʅ ԃιʂαρρҽαɾ Eɾαʂιɳɠ ɯԋαƚ ιʂ ʅҽϝƚ, ƚԋιʂ ιʂ ɯԋყ I'ɱ ԋҽɾҽ I ɯιʅʅ ƙҽҽρ ϝιɠԋƚιɳɠ Yσυ ʂԋσυʅԃ Ⴆҽ ԃყιɳɠ Tԋαƚ ιʂ ყσυɾ ԃҽʂƚιɳαƚισɳ🎵

Bokuto:Maybe but my main priorty is sho not you not me sho and its always has been ever since she fell down here

Yams:🎵 I'ɱ ҽɳƚιɾҽʅყ ɱαԃҽ σϝ Oϝ Lσʋҽ Oϝ (αɳԃ I'ɱ ʂυɾҽ I'ɱ ʂƚɾσɳɠҽɾ ƚԋαɳ ყσυ) Oϝ Lσʋҽ (I'ɱ ʂƚɾσɳɠҽɾ ƚԋαɳ ყσυ) Oϝ Lσʋҽ (I'ɱ ʂƚɾσɳɠҽɾ ƚԋαɳ ყσυ) Oϝ Lσʋҽ🎵 Oϝ ƈσυʂҽ ʅιƚƚʅҽ ɱιʂʂ ρҽɾϝҽƈƚ ԋαʂ ҽʋҽɾყσɳҽʂ ƚɾυʂƚ ƚԋαƚ ιʂ ɯԋყ ιʂ ɯσɾʅԃ ɳҽҽԃʂ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ƈʅҽαɳʂҽԃ ƚԋαƚ αɳԃ ɱσɳʂƚҽɾ ʅιƙҽ ყσυ ҽxιʂƚ ι αɱ σɳʅყ ԃσ ɯԋαƚ συɾ Aɳƈҽʂƚσɾʂ ϝαιʅҽԃ ƚσ ԃσ Rιԃ ƚԋҽ ɯσɾʅԃ σϝ ყσυɾ ƙιɳԃ

Yams hovers her hand over the reset and was about to press it when a sword went right though it

Bokuto:Greater dog your alive

Yams:𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖎 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊

Dr alphys:Yeah not everyone i was able to get some out with the help of sho distracting you no to get rid of you once and for all greater dog if you please and lets get our sho back

Bark bark Greater dog  swung his sword making sure to miss sho soul and putting an end to her twin once and for all alphys puts sho soul back metaton shocked her to wake her up

Sho:Huh?! Dr alphys guys your okay

Dr alphys:Well those that i managed to get out are yes thanks to you Sho

Sho ran to bokuto

Sho:Ko are you hurt

Bokuto:Not at all are you okay though are you hurt

Sho:I'll live i think silly skeleton

Bokuto:Your silly skeleton

Sho:Right lets go home guys and yams i hope you are in a better place i forgive you

Live ends

Iwaizumi:That was a lot

Kita:Yams is dead sho is alive kind of

Sho is online

Sho:No i am alive

Everyone: Sho where are you

Sho:Well after the events of what you just saw i found a way of getting everyone to the surface so i am home yams is dead when we fell in to the underground i fell on golden leave she fell on the hard ground and died on impact i I survived because I had to leave still cushion my fall.

Kenma:Makes scene its like in the game you fall then you wake up on a pile of golden leave then you mean a flower that tells you

Sho:It's kill or be killed yeah he's an asshole

Tori:Flowers talk

Sho:Oh yeah it wasn't really a flower he was the Prince who for some reason turned into a flower by the humans Honestly it's a long weird ass story The only other flowers that talk of echo flowers someone has to talk near them and they echo back what was said

Akaashi:So if Someone told their friends a secret or a hopes and dreams these flowers will pick up on it and then echo it back won't be much of a secret then

Sho:Very true they should learn to pick the spots better that don't have echo flowers

Spent the rest of the day hanging out sho even introduced into some of the monsters that she's been living with and everyone became good friends and the monsters learnt that humans aren't as bad as they first thought but as the generations got older they've kind of evolved from when they were barricaded underground

[delusional-mishaps]

in honour of today being my birthday, here's some headcanons how some of my boys would react to it being ur bday 😈😈😈 mostly self indulgent trash but!! That’s what thus blog is for 😋

Arbiter (Undertale Sans):

He sends u a link to a video that you’re lead to believe is some silly “happy birthday!” video he found for you but he totally rick rolls you

He’ll claim that since it’s ur bday you should get a lazy day so he’ll rent a movie old-style and make popcorn and that’s it that’s the day

“fine i guess we can go out and see everyone else if that’s what you really want to do,,,,”

He acts all reluctant but he’s been dropping hints about actually going out. The movie was a ruse!! He had to distract you while your friends set up a surprise party for you!

S ometime during your surprise party someone off-handledly mentions that Arbiter is the one who planned most/all of it

Give your skele a little thank you kiss <33 it’ll get him flushed and who wouldn’t want to see a cute blushing skeleton on their bday?

Toriel probably made u a cake but Arbiter is the one who told her what to make/how to make it. Or if u don’t like cake maybe she,??? Made u smth else??? Whatever it is, Arbiter told her to make it cuz he knows you like it 💀

Special birthday sleepover question mark? Absolutely.

Firefly (Underswap Sans):

“Hello my love I hope you have the best day ever today I love you Happy Birthday see you later” is what you wake up to

Then you’re spammed by Happy Birthday because he found out about the balloons that will appear on his screen when he texts that and he’s amazed

You don’t see him for a good few hours but he’ll text you every so often, wishing you happy birthday again every time, as well as telling you how much he loves you

It’s no surprise he arranged a surprise party for you. I mean, the party was a surprise but you knew him to be the type to do such a thing. Also, the fact it wasn’t much of a surprise cuz his brother accidentally spilled the beans a week in advance. You still didn’t expect how extravagant he made the party.

Breathtaking!!1!! It’s like every teen girl’s dream 16th birthday. In other words, it’s massive and expensive. Why he had to rent out a whole restaurant you’ll never know. But boy it makes you feel special!

There’s a huge table with so many gifts and you think everyone you’ve ever met is somewhere within the building. Of course, he made a big deal out of something so silly, something so otherwise mundane.

He’ll say something cheesy about hoping to see the rest of your birthdays with you, watching you grow old and wrinkly and he reassured you he’d love you no matter how wrinkly you got because he loves you for you and not your looks <333

Sorry I’m feeling sappy rn I had to witnesses my friends displays of love. Anyway he loves you sososoososo much and at the end of the day he wants you to know that <33

Pandora (Outertale Papyrus):

He’ll be with you when you wake up holding a steaming tray with your favourite breakfast foods and/or drinks. He wants to make the most of the day, and the best way is with a nutritional yet yummy breakfast! C’mon now, eat up, you’ve got quite the day ahead of you!

Mf will SPOIL you. Like sugar baby level spoiled. You even GLANCE at anything and he’s getting it for you. He doesn’t care because, “TODAY IS YOUR DAY, MY LOVE! I WANT YOU TO FEEL AND LOOK YOUR BEST!”

He’s a sappy romantic what can I say. He’ll dress you up nice and pretty then take you to some fancy schmancy place just the two of you to enjoy together <33

Expensive restaurant he had to book months in advance? Yea he’s taking you there. Some little novelty shop that caught his eye? Well,,, only if you also want to take a look around,,,

He gets bashful asking for stuff on your birthday because isn’t it your day??? The day dedicated to you???

You’ll have to explain that your birthday isn’t really a holiday, or an extremely special day, it’s just the day you were born however many years ago and that no, you don’t need to treat me especially today, no that’s not how human customs work, no you don’t need to apologize. It’s sweet. He’s cute acting like a doting husband

He’ll still continue to spoil you throughout the day though. If you’re not against it, why not allow him to indulge you?

Of course, he whipped up a cake or other treats, the night before, fully decorated. Probably one of the best things you’ve ever tasted in your entire life. Ever.

Delusion (Error):

“no i dont get your silly little human rituals. no i dont care to partake in them. leave me alone.”

Ok Mr. Grumpy,,, jk he just woke up call him again in like an hour and he’ll pop over to see you. As long as whatever party you were talking about doesn’t have too many people squints at you

In all honesty, he knew about your birthday far in advance and had something special he made for you hidden away for so long so he could give it to you on your special day <33

You can use your imagination for what it was. A personalized gift from them to you. As long as you like it, he’s happy :O) <33

He’d prefer if the day were just spent with you two, but if you have plans, or your friends set something up—well, he can’t really make you not go. He’ll accompany you but will mostly keep his distance from others. They don’t want to crash or get over-stimmed on your birthday. They don’t want you worrying over them. :O)

He’s kinda a sap too. Tbh everyone is but Del especially. He likes to remind you throughout the day that he loves you a lot and that you mean worlds to him. And he admits that sometimes he feels guilty about his phobia and you end up having to comfort him but... What better gift than someone usually so guarded being vulnerable for once, right? It’s kinda cute and sappy and maybe a little bit cheesy but that’s all I know sorry 😋

[ut-poppy-askblog]

The Future of Omega Timeline: Poppy's Story

I am writing this way in advance, I have finished animating all of the main cutscenes, and I'm mainly working on the music for the "Act 1 Finale", as I write. I wanted to write this to talk about the fact I even got to this point at all, and what comes next for this project.

For starters, like most usually say when they reach a milestone such as this, I never thought this project would reach this many people.

I started this project with the mindset that no one was gonna really pay attention to it. The concept has always been pretty niche, so I was mostly doing it for myself. ... And yet, two years later, the blog is nearing 900 followers.

I'd like to thank everyone that has stuck by these two years, seen the asks, read the story, done fanart for the AU...

... Of course, let's not forget to thank all of my lovely friends and team members (Dihze, Lolika, Doku, Cap'n Toad, Tyrone, AJ, Cerulean, SKL, Mrky) that helped me throughout this whole thing. This would have never been possible without them.

... I cannot stress this enough, really.

Half of the fun of working on Poppy, for me, is always the back and forth between me and my friends. Talking about hypothetical plot points, how characters would answer asks, how they'd feel about other characters, or the OT should look or sound— that is and will always be what brings me the most joy about working on a project like this.

Not to mention all the friends that I've made through working on Poppy. Jakei, Yugo, poody_blue, Cerulean, blaize.mayes, and so many more I can name off the top of my head that have influenced Poppy to become much bigger than I originally intended.

Even though I will be the first to say that this AU is not perfect, and really, it never will.... It has reached so many people and inspired others, even brought more attention to the Omega Timeline itself, that I am honestly glad it exists as it is.

Originally, I was planning to do just like, 5 sprite comics and end it in less than a year. But now I've made 3 sprite based animations, totaling around 20 minutes, and many comic pages, a 30 long original soundtrack, and the blog has almost reached 900 followers.

It's hard to believe I did all of that, even if I had a lot of help along the way.

Regardless of how reception turns out (I'm still quite unsure on how people are going to feel about it...), it's honestly a huge thing for someone like me to have reached this point.

If you don't know my history with the Undertale community, I don't tend to finish or see through most of my projects.

But now that I've finished this video, I feel I am confident enough with saying that I am going to see this project through, one way or another.

Regardless, I figure people are going to have questions After the finale is out. I've lined up some of the ones I can think off the top of my head:

"Is the blog over?"

No, not yet, obviously. It's why it's called the "Act 1 Finale". There will be more in the future.

"How many acts will there be?"

3. What the other two are like, I cannot tell you, but we have a promising outline.

"What will happen to Poppy and the rest?"

All in due time. Did you read the ask above?

"What about Poppy Buys Milk?"

Like I've said before, the game is going to happen. It canonically takes place before the events of act 1 finale, specifically before "Happy Birthday, Mon" (Present), so most of the characters are unaware of what befalls them later.

"Are there plans to redo the act 1 things?"

Only the Dusted and Poppy spar. That is genuinely the only comic I'd like to remake in some fashion. It's bad and dumb.

As for more scenarios that ocurr during Act 1's time, though, I have no comments yet.

"When will character asks return?"

Once Act 2 starts. But that will take a bit to get it out.

To make up for it, though, I will likely be posting scrapped concepts, concept art, unused or old music, and story drafts, so I hope that'll hold everyone over until we can start.

... That's all for now. Again, huge thanks to everyone for sticking around and checking this little blog. If anyone has any Omega Timeline and otherwise out of character questions, you can send them here. (I've cleared out the ask box, so I'll be able to catch them more easily).

[annaraebananawriter]

Hands

First off...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SQUID!!! 

I honestly had no idea it was his birthday until last night from twitter. I was in the middle of writing this scene, in fact, and realized ‘Hey, you know what? I could probably get this done in time for it!’. Now here we are.

Secondly...This is a scene from one of my WIP’s. It will probably take place somewhere in the middle chapters, but I saw that it was a fairly out of context scene to show that it wouldn’t really matter if I showed it now as a teaser or later. 

Obviously, I chose the latter.

That said, this is set to change a bit as the WIP develops, but it’ll be nice to see what you all think of it. Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically UTMV

Pairings: Implied Errorink, or Pre-Errorink

Characters: Error (Who belongs to CQ) and Ink (Who belongs to Comyet)

Warnings: Nothing really. Although, again, it is a scene from a wip, which means that it is not in it’s final form. Let me know!

Word Count: 2488

~oOo~

His phone buzzed on the floor beside him. Ink paused in the middle of trying to balance a pencil on his finger, which was probably a losing battle, but since when has that ever stopped him before? That’s right, never. And it never would. Setting the pencil aside, he checked his phone and read the short message.

mommy-bear

Are you coming home for supper? It’s past 5.

Ink jumped, looking outside to see that, indeed, the sun was lower in the sky and time had in fact passed. They must’ve gotten lost in the throughs of their homework, or the casual avoidance of it, for one of them. Error seems to have made some sort of headway into the work from Mx. Alex. Good for him. He’ll be able to hand it in on Monday without it bugging him in the back of his mind while he ignores that bugging and just doddles instead of doing his work like he should until the next thing he knows it’s almost midnight on Sunday and he still hasn’t gotten it done.

But honestly, who would do that? Certainty not Ink.

Error had also noticed his jump and was looking at him now. “What is it?”

“Just a text from my mom.” He answered, gathering up his things. A glance to his study buddy showed Error blinking and setting down his pencil as well in order to listen. “She was just wondering where I was. It’s after five, y’know? I said I’d be back then.”

“Oh.” Error fell silent after that.

Once his things were all accounted for (he did lose his eraser for a minute there and partially freaked out about it, which was kind of silly as he had plenty more than just this one white one, others that were far more colourful, but he didn’t have to worry for long—Error had silently placed it on the bed for him to grab, making Ink smile in gratitude), Ink walked to the bedroom door and got to the top of the stairs before he realized another pair of footsteps were following him.

Man, Error really needed to take him up on the suggestion of bells. He was too silent on his feet, just too much like a ghost for his liking. Not that he didn’t like ghosts. He just didn’t like people being silent when their walking. It made him paranoid.

Ink turned around. “You know I can just walk myself back, right? I literally live right next door.” He held up one finger. “That’s the house right beside yours.”

Error scowled, just like he always did when Ink pointed things out like that. It was also a reason why he was determined to point things like that out as often as he did, which was rather often. “Don’t be stupid. Of course I know that.”

“Then why are you following me?”

“What if I wasn’t? What if I just decided to get some food? To do that, I’d need to go to the kitchen, which is also downstairs.” He gestured to the passageway to said downstairs. “Those are the only stairs to get there.”

Ink smirked, “You have a box on the top shelf of your closet where you keep all the chocolate you bought, stole, or stole from Fell.” This statement was rewarded with a light blush of embarrassment from Error, who looked around as if to make sure his brothers didn’t overhear.

Ink was sure that they already knew though.

He also suspected that they put chocolate in the box too, as Error was sometimes surprised that there was some there when he had said he had eaten it all.

“I didn’t even say I was getting chocolate! I might be getting something else.”

“You don’t snack on anything but chocolate.” Error’s scowl deepened. “You also sort of admitted to following me” He couldn’t help but laugh when the blush on Error’s skull deepened in realization and his taller friend looked away from him. It was always interesting to see just how much it took to get to this shade of blue, with the yellow freckle-like dots just barely seen overtop. The sight made Ink want to draw it.

He wanted to draw it so badly.

Laughter dying down, Ink tilted his head and smiled at Error. “If you wanted to walk with me, you could’ve just asked.”

For some reason, Error glanced back at him and quickly looked away again, blush deepening again, the yellow becoming brighter. He also started to glitch a little bit, which would normally spark a tiny bit of worry, but he could see that the other wasn’t in any danger, so he had no reason to worry. If the glitches got worse, then he could worry.

That was…pretty much the saying for being friends with him.

‘If the glitches got worse, then you could worry.’

Error burrowed down, like he usually would if he had his scarf on. It was, presumably, back in his room. Weird. The glitch he knew never went anywhere without his scarf; at school, at home, at the café, at the park, walking, sitting, it was always on. Well, it probably came off at home. Here he was with his family, a safe, happy environment away from the judging eyes of school and the city. He could be himself here. That’s an assumption, at least, hopefully the right one. Ink didn’t know the relationship between skeleton and scarf and never asked, never would talk about it until, or if, Error brought it up. He wanted to respect his privacy, after all.

But now that he thought about it, the scarf had been coming off around him lately. It had started off small. It started with it being up to his mouth, almost as if a way to hide or be smaller than he was. That was how it was for a while. Then one morning, it was down just a bit, just under his mouth. And as the days passed and the two talked more and became friends, the scarf would be lower and lower. Down to the chin in Math. Under the chin the next day. Around his neck a week later in English class.

It was almost like earning his trust. He had earned Error’s trust, which meant that he got to see the skeleton behind the scarf. The true, unshielded one.

It was…kind of nice, to be honest.

Ink blinked, coming back to himself and realizing that Error had mumbled something.

“Sorry, what?”

Error looked back at him and sighed a little before speaking up just enough so that Ink could hear. “I said, can I…walk with you?” His arms went in front of him. Ink guessed that it was a temporary shield in place of the scarf.

He was prepared to be rejected and just walk back to his room.

Well, Ink couldn’t have that, now could he?

“Of course!” The smile on his face widened and he started down the stairs with lighter steps. It was always nice when friends offered to walk you home or something of the sort. The walk was less lonely, even if you never spoke a word.

It’s just how it was.

They talked in the small time it took to get from Error’s house to Ink’s. Well, that wasn’t really true. Ink did most of the talking, which ended up being mostly complaints about homework and school and also talk about his works in progresses. Error just listened quietly, humming or nodding in certain spots. He would like to think that Ink could talk about nothing at all and Error would listen. It just seemed to be the way he was.

Their friendship was a good one. Maybe there were a few unbalances here and there, but overall, it was good and healthy and, most importantly, mutual. It benefited both of them in different ways. Ink had someone who would listen without interrupting, who cared about his interest and how he felt, even though he didn’t have a soul and relied on substitutes. Error had someone who didn’t pressure him into a conversation, who gave him and respected his personal space and asked before touching his things and body. It was like a missing piece just fell into place, so perfect, it felt like it hadn’t been missing at all.

That said, there were some hurdles.

Like how Ink was soulless. There was always that thought, loud or quiet, one that questioned whether the love he felt towards his friends and family was real. Or if he was just deluding himself and everyone around him into thinking that they were. This thought had always been there, since before Dream and Blue, before Error, before anyone he was with now—what if it was all fake?

It was kind of silly. The substitutes he took acted as a soul. It supplied him his soul magic, the working parts of his body and the emotion spectrum. He may not feel things as intensely as others and may be lacking a feeling in a certain way, but that didn’t mean they weren’t real. They’re substitutes for a reason, after all.

…Ah! They’ve arrived at his house.

Ink blinked, stopping on the first step and turning back to Error. “So…” he said, finding himself unable to think of what else to say. He shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat. “I’ll see you next Friday?” He tried to think back on what else was going on in school. “We have some sort of project to do or test to study for, right?”

Error nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” He fell silent too, but didn’t leave like Ink had expected. He lingered, clearly thinking about something with the way his arms slightly glitched around. He didn’t say anything, though.

“Anything else?” Ink asked, trying to prompt him.

The blush, which had died down as they walked over here, brightened again. “Um…yeah, actually.” Error straightened and fiddled with his sleeve. “Do you remember the lesson we had…I think it was a month ago? In Health?”

Ink rocked on his heels as he thought. It was times like these that he cursed his memory. A month ago…a month ago…he didn’t really remember a lot of the lessons from a month ago. But the ones that he did… “Do you mean the one about the different types of intimacy? I only recall that it was about intimacy, nothing specific.”

“Yeah…yeah, that’s the one.”

“Okay…why is it important?” Curious. Error rarely asked him if he could remember a lesson from as long as a month ago. He knew how bad Ink’s memory was, so why did he ask? And why now, of all times?

“I, uh…w-well…” Error stuttered. Error didn’t normally stutter. It was only when he glitched really badly and was on the verge of crashing that he stuttered, or lagged, as he liked to call it. Normally, though, he spoke fine, if quiet and almost echoey.

Speaking of glitches…the ones on his arms had quickened up a little. Not enough to be too worrying yet, but definitely something to watch over.

Frowning, Ink was just about to bring that to attention when Error spoke again, voice clearer. “Just…can you…raise your hand?” He slowly brought up a hand with the inside facing Ink, like he was to high-five someone. “Like this?”

Ink eyed him suspiciously.

One of the first things he had learned about Error was that the other had haphephobia. He couldn’t stand people touching him, as it usually caused a flurry of glitches in the touched spot, and sometimes it was so bad that the minute someone touched him, he crashed. Those days were few, but they have happened. Ink had been lucky that it hasn’t happened since meeting Error. But this fact he had taken in and committed to memory, determined to not trigger his friend like that.

He would hate himself, if he did.

But now Error was asking him to raise his hand? For what? He couldn’t see them high-fiving. It would be too painful for Error and frankly a bit of a reach for Ink (he hated being short like that). And because it would be painful, he couldn’t see why he had to raise his hand.

But he was curious.

Curiosity usually made his answers for him.

Just as slowly as Error did, Ink raised his hand, mirroring the one in front of him.

Error inhaled and…

Ink’s mind froze.

He could barely focus on Error stepping closer as excitement and happiness began to take over. The urge to squeal was overwhelming, but he reigned himself in as he knew that wouldn’t help Error at all. It would probably just make him run away and never come near Ink again. And he didn’t want that. So, he forced himself to stay still and stay quiet, eyes focused on the hand that started to come closer and closer to his.

He could see the black bones begin to glitch a ton and felt a spark of worry—despite what might just happen, he didn’t want Error to hurt himself. He would never want him to—he should speak up now. He should tell Error to stop and calm down.

They didn’t have to do it like this.

They didn’t even have to touch at all!

They didn’t…have to…

It was…warm.

Fuzzy.

The hands contrasted starkly and they would be stunning in a painting. The white of Inks and the black of Errors. They were different, but they looked so well together.

This…This had to be a dream.

But it wasn’t. There was a light touch to his bones, just enough to know that the hand against his was, in fact, against his and trembling ever so slightly and actually existed in the world and not just his imagination. Somehow, this made it even more surreal. He knew it was real…but he just couldn’t believe it.

If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

Despite his promise to stay still, Ink shakily inhaled.

And just like that, the spell was broken.

Error retracted his hand and walked away quickly. Ink was slow to realize what was happening and so by the time his hand was up and the name of his tongue, his friend was already gone. He stood there with his arm outstretched, gazing at the house next door blankly.

He slowly looked down at his hand.

It still tingled.

Gently wrapping his other hand around it, not daring to actually touch, he brought the hands closer to his chest, right over where his soul would be.

It felt like something should be beating wildly in there.

It felt like some new emotion had been lodged in his substitutes.

And somehow, it felt like that contact, the light touch of hands, was far more intimate than a kiss had ever and would ever be.

[braindeadskeletons]

Introduction Post!

Hey everybody! So I decided that I'd settle down and properly do an introduction post. It's something I've been wanting to do for a while but just haven't gotten around to doing it. Now that there's quite a few of you guys (many that I'm now personally friends with!) I decided it's about time that you get to know me a bit. If you'd like to know more about me read below the cut!

Hi! My name is Mina, formerly known as Brain! I’ll still answer to the name Brain but I prefer Mina :) Whatever name you want to throw at me via inbox will work really. My pronouns are she/her and he/him. You can switch between both or just stick to one. Doesn’t make a difference!

I'm also known as The Condiment Queen or Mustard Monarch

(if you know you know)

This is my cutie 'mascot' I guess you could call it. Sona? I don't really know. She's a mixture of those plague doctors designs and a shy guy from mario! I've had her for years with no real use until now. I'm just happy that she has a purpose now!

(I had a picture with her color palette but I lost it. Whoops. She's basically just got a white mask and her robes are dark purple if anybody was curious. My babe is also super tiny. Half of Sans' height if I had to put it to a scale that everyone here would understand. Idk I just like knowing dumb details like that about mascots/sonas.)

To be honest the main thing that encouraged me to actually do this post is when I was asked for a face reveal and I realized hey uh,,,I'm highly uncomfortable doing that?? So here's my little gal that'll take my place where my face should be!  Hope that doesn't disappoint anybody too badly lmao.

Some Facts about me!

I don't feel comfortable sharing my exact age but I'm a minor! Please keep that in mind as you interact with me. I don't mind people who are 18+ speaking to me or interacting but just be mindful of the ages when you do!

(Highly doubt that any of you will be weird about this fact but you never know. Tumblr has some real weirdos roaming around.)

My favorite skellie boys are UF! Sans, MF! Sans and HT! Sans. Not really an important fact but I just feel like you can tell a lot about a person from skeleton preference alone so there's that if you were curious for any reason. 

I'm also a cancer! My birthday falls on July 15th. Once again, not really an important fact but if you're the person who analyzes based off of zodiac alone there you go. No I'm not a whiny little shit who cries at the drop of a hat over anything I swear;; 

This is a lgbtq+ positive blog! I accept everybody on here <3 

Unless you're a pedophile trying to pose as lgbtq+ aka those weird ass "MAPs" You have no place here. See yourself the fuck off of my blog. 

Anyhow! I'm bisexual, bigender and polyamourus! I have three wonderful S/Os named V, Monty and Blue! I love all three of them a whole bunch so if you hurt any of them I'm gonna kick your ass!! Yeah I'm only like 5'1 and can't do real damage or so you may think but I'll break your kneecaps. I'll find a way <3 

I'm currently developing a new au called 'Underemedy!' I can't elaborate much on this project but one day I'll be creating a masterpost on this au to share with everyone! So until then I hope you're all excited for whenever that comes out!! I've been working with a wonderful team of people on this (who will all be tagged properly on the masterpost) and we're all very excited to get this out to you guys!

 I’m also one of the mods of the blog @badtotheeyepatch​! I’m working with the lovely Snazz on this room mate self insert au that we’re super excited to share with you all! At the time of me writing this we’re only at the beginning of this project and I’m super excited to get the story out there for everyone to see! I’d really appreciate it if you would consider checking out both blogs! Even if you aren’t interested in any kind of self insert au there’s plenty more content that could be your taste that I highly recommend checking out!

Additionally I’m one of the members of the X Reader Squad! The squad is made up of Brain (that me), Viper, Jacket and Rainy! You can find the link to Viper’s blog higher up on this post ^^^ while you can find Jacket here and Rainy here.

[This section of the masterpost will be edited properly once I got a good idea of how this section will look! Big project on the way that’ll be taking this spot once it’s ready to release.]

I created this blog with the goal to make people smile!! That's seriously what I wake up everyday to do like I hop on here so excited to see how you guys are doing and interact with you all!! My main content is incorrect undertale quotes but I can also do quote requests for certain characters, matchups (when I get the motivation to work on them), headcanons, and possibly more in the future! Depends on what you're all interested in seeing! Any and all suggestions are on the table!

With all of that aside I think that's all you need to know?? If you can think of something I should add to this because you wanna know just holler at me. I was kinda just going along with whatever came to mind to say lmao so this is a bit of a mess. Probably left some stuff out. 

Anyhow! That's it for me! If you made it this far thank you so much for reading all the way through, it means a lot! I'll see you all around <3

[taglegend]

Tag Fact #3 -  I’ve come to realize I’ve always been a fan artist more than I thought. so here is a timeline of influences that shaped my childhood to now. from nostalgic times, to sad changes, to great loss, to strange rises to fame and phases, to stepping stones and finally a laughing place. all the things that make up your favorite fan artist Tag.

1. Rayman (bumped into this in the year of 1999) was actually the first fandom (with crossovers) I bumped into when I was 9. although the internet wasn’t available at the time it was still fun to dwell in home amusements. I remember the storylines and the OC’s I made but they’re kind of embarrassing and it’s probably a good thing there was no internet. I’ve done fanart and comic crossovers of Rayman with Calvin and Hobbs and Nights Into Dreams, spinoffs of Sonic the Hedgehog OC’s, Yoshi with Pikachu, and the Pokemon/Digimon craze with OC’s and other Nintendo comic shorts. but the drawings and comics are long gone and disappeared in the garage in a backpack due to suspecting my sister’s dad accidentally throwing them away. years later towards the year 2018 (now 28), we decided to move to North Carolina and it was my chance to find them again. unfortunately the backpack was gone just like I suspected (my main stuff), but for some reason I found my Pokemon/Digimon fanart, a good batch of Super Mario drawings (vaguely remember doing these), my sister’s drawings and some other neighborhood kids’ drawings in a dirty box. I was partially happy I found something at least but it was the backpack I wanted the most. sometimes I regret not looking for the backpack (’cause I was too busy being a kid) but it’s alright, noone needs to see that shit anyway, ha ha. anyways, I recall being a fan of Rayman from 1999 ‘til 2002.

2. Sonic Adventure 2 Battle (bumped into this in the year of 2003) my second fandom I bumped into when I was 12 going on 13. at the time, my sister and I both liked the Sonic The Hedgehog Franchise based on the Battle remake and ended up making our own secret fanart club that consisted of only us two members. she liked Sonic (and that was her boyfriend, ha ha) and I liked Knuckles (and he was my boyfriend, ha ha) and we were crazy in love about Shadow’s backstory. we listened to the game’s soundtracks as we drew fanart and comics after school and man, those were good times. however, as we grew older towards the year of 2005, we ended up having separate rooms and I believe it played a part in disconnecting on the same interest. then one day, I asked her why she wasn’t into Sonic anymore and she replied, “Because I grew up.” I was sad after that and slowly observed that she was influenced by the emo culture and the new friends she’s made. I was the only member of our little club for a little longer...but eventually I moved on too. I still have some surviving fanart we did together but it doesn’t mean shit anymore since she turned out to be an abusive mother from the last I’ve heard of her. 

3. Gorillaz (bumped into this in the year of 2006). as the Sonic years were at its end, I first heard the song “Feel Good Inc” on Music Choice and seeing the first image of them as displayed on this post (except the fan-made background doesn’t count since I can’t find the original artwork). this was my third fandom and later had proper access to the internet to the website I still currently use called DeviantArt. at first I liked 2D but eventually fell for Murdoc and developed a spiritual connection towards the character as obviously seen in my old fanart and rare photos of my devotion shrines on Valentine’s Day and his birthday every year. for the longest time since being a permanent fan from 2006-2017 (11 1/2 years) I had no knowledge that it was a political propaganda band and other realizations I don’t want to talk about. I only followed them because it was a cartoon and not the bullshit behind the musical project. the world I’ve built and support for them for all those 11 1/2 years shattered the fuck out of me and I just wanted to be left alone to find myself again, somehow. activity stopped on all my profiles, the flow of fanart stopped since I now cringe from the fan service and felt I was used for my talent. I didn’t want to be reminded of it all so I took down all my Gorillaz fanart and archived them for old followers’ nostalgia but also in the hopes they’ll be forgotten in my timeline. I ceased to exist in the fandom for huge personal reasons but it’s best to not say why. I know for sure that the fandom wonders what happened but it’s none of their business. THE END.

4. Waluigi (although I knew he’s been around since 2000 during childhood, I took deep interest once I revisited the character again in the year of December 2013). as silly as this sounds, when I revisited him again, the character was so bizarre that I ended up staying up 3 nights and 3 days in a row just looking all over the internet on everything about him and the questionable “hush-hush” absence of a backstory. despite there being no backstory he slowly gained a cult following and in many ways it’s a good thing. however, since the early 2010′s tension has been building up between Nintendo and its fans about him starring in a main game but everyone hasn’t fully gotten it in their heads that it’s not gonna happen. as long as Nintendo is in control of that, the fandom will not win, I’m sorry to say. on the other hand, if it’s going to be this way, then that’s what fanart and comic projects are for. as for me, I am doing my very best to get my comic project “Waluigi Land” going. again, I apologize if it’s taking very long to get Chapter 2 going if you’ve been keeping track but aha moments need to develop before I start permanent drawing (since concepts, character design and storyline needed improvement badly). as of right now I am still a Waluigi fan and I will not quit on him.

5. Turbo from Wreck-It-Ralph (although it debuted in 2012, I watched the movie two years later into the year 2014). for some bizarro reason, I had an unhealthy obsession with this character to the point where I dressed up as him for Halloween 2014. only 2 fanarts of him and the Turbo Twins exist on my profiles, mainly because my mind was more focused on just ‘thinking about him’ or ‘being him’ rather than drawing physical drawings. luckily, this supposed alleged fandom didn’t last long a little after Halloween so I chalk it up as a very short phase. to this day I don’t know what has gotten over me about him. the only thing I can think of now is that I think it’s because the character had yellow eyes and teeth but I don’t know. now that I think of it, that little fucker was ugly as hell and I STILL don’t know what had gotten over me. one day, my brother mentioned what that was about, and I said to him, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

6. Undertale (although it debuted in 2015, I later took interest in it in 2016). It was all about Sans and Papyrus. I couldn’t get enough of the skeleton bros. eventually Toriel and Mettaton EX became my favorites but it took a long time to draw more of all 4 of them because I had other important things to do in my life plus I was still waiting for the next Gorillaz album to revive my imaginative juices (or so I thought). I really want to have this as one of my frequent fandoms but I just don’t have time for it anymore. it’s still in the back of my head to want to draw them but at this point I still have other better interests to be in. and besides, I’m lazy just like Sans.

7. Cuphead (June 28th, 2017 was the official day I called quits on the British-based band Gorillaz due to the bullshit behind it. since that date I was lost, had no inspiration to look forward to and no cartoon guy to make me smile...but lo and behold of the same year, I took an interest in playing the game Cuphead and man...that shit was a frightening exaggerated metaphor for being on that one drug (forgot the name though) and having sex at the same time but man that was the best fun I’ve had in years. I mean, it’s like, enemies are just so happy to murder you and that scared the shit outta me. and the facial exaggeration?....I think I should stop, ha ha. anyways, the Moldenhauers saved my ass from spiraling down, they have no clue. anyways, eventually I became a permanent fan of their work so to ease the hurt and erase my past from the G-fandom I had to re-wire my brain into a different cartoon category that’s a rather more American, so anything Toon related like Roger Rabbit, Felix the Cat or another favorite that’s a western-based cartoon makes me feel better, especially my new man .......King Dice <3 <3<3<3. however, there was something about this new fandom category I still didn’t quite understand until the date March 14th, 2020. I finally understood what it was but I feel I shouldn’t bring it up. anyways, Cuphead and anything western or rubber hose is my last stop in inspiration for the remaining years of my life. many say never say never but I believe I’ve found my laughing place and that’s all that matters.

[kryptsune]

Happy Birthday UT...  -_-;

🌼Ok I am going to say a few things that may be off putting to some people... please be aware this is my opinion and just how I feel in general. This is just something I want to get off my chest... this is a very serious topic so please read with that in mind. 

I am sure some people remember the Dear UT Fandom post that I made a while back. This is an extension to that. After stepping away from the fandom I have seen more trends that have left a VERY sour taste in my mouth. This fandom used to be welcoming and passionate but lately I have seen some behaviors that I can only classify as immature, narcissistic, and entitled. Now I am not saying everyone in the fandom is like this, no, far from but as someone that has been in the UT pit for a very long time... It is disheartening to say that the more of this I see the more I begin to question if people actually UNDERSTAND what the game was trying to say to begin with.  I am going to go on record here to say that I am seriously tired. On a level that I did not think was possible. I still love what I have created and I still enjoy the content that my friends put forth that will never change. At the same time with my split from the fandom I have realized that if you are not in then you are out. In other words those connections you once had seem to break down because you are no longer in the fandom 24/7? Is that... ok? Sure people have different interests but you don’t just drop people because they aren’t in the thick of it like they used to be. What... how? I don’t even understand that.  In addition I have been seeing some highly toxic people spouting some shipping war garbage. Now I know what you are thinking... but Kit you have been dealing with that for years! Yes, sadly but this is where I draw the line. Look I know certain ships are not everyones cup of tea. You all know I am personally uncomfortable with Fontcest and Sanscest content. THAT IS MY OPINION. I am and will always be a RISK girl. That said... I have increasingly seen people become extraordinarily hostile when it comes to this.

I am not going to name who I saw this from because honestly I don’t want to give them the platform but... come on guys. It’s easy to filter tags. Does it always work? No.. but it’s a start. It’s what I do. You really have to check yourself when you go on your blog to call out a specific group of people calling them things like “sick fucks”. Just because you don’t like something doesn’t mean you can tear down the people that do.  Their argument for this was something along the lines of... again the same beaten to death annoying excuse I get every single damn time, pedophilia. They are even claiming that those that make older adult versions are also in this category. The truth of the matter is they are spouting out mindless generalizations in favor of their own outcome... Yes, I am a Frans shipper. It makes me happy but let me tell you a little story. When I first played the game I had no shipping at all. It was a cute little game that I thought had a very profound message to tell. Then I got into the RP side of things. I have always kind of been a person that is into the dark stuff so I auditioned for Fell Frisk, hence my old username. Do you know why I started shipping Frisk with Red? Because of the interactions between my version of Frisk, which would eventually grow into Underworld Frisk, and my friends version of Red. Let’s be honest here... Red is NOT Sans. At least their version wasn’t. It was their own, an OC in a Sans the skeleton skin. That is where my love came from because I will tell you right now... the Red that existed and one I still see from time to time... I LOATHED. I hated his character so much. 

My point in telling this story is that people automatically assume that I looked at the game and went HECK YEAH they should be a couple. Absolutely not. In fact it was quite the opposite. I fell in love with a characterization under that same same. So before people go pointing fingers maybe they should stop and actually think. Not everything is cut and dry. I am sorry if I am pontificating a little bit but I can’t help myself. I am sick of seeing “you need to see help” posts by people that refuse to actually take the time to get to know people. 

That is one of the main problems of social media. How well do you actually know someone? The answer... you probably don’t. Ok I am going to pull back from my soap box. Look... I love this fandom it has been very good to me but I am glad that I am out of it now. I made the @fallenfellfrisk  blog for you all who have supported me and enjoy that kind of content because as a creator I love interacting with people. I know people want to see more of those designs and I eventually will deliver them but for now... I hope you enjoy and support this massive Hell Lore world build I have been working on. It’s going to be crazy and it’s honestly a lot of fun to play in.  So to end this very long “vent” enjoy what you enjoy and don’t be a jerk about it. Don’t put others down and accuse them of things that are not even remotely true. Instead of being so one way or the other people need to really think about a few things. We are all human beings. We are all individuals. Not everyone is going to agree with what you have to say. THAT IS OK. There are ways to shield yourself from the content you do not like. Do not attack your followers. Do not call them names. Do not treat people like garbage or spread rumors about them effectively separating them from the ones they care about. 

Try to remember that your actions have consequences and that your behaviors even more so. Be the best person you can be and remember the humanity of others. Be a positive influence in life and not a toxic egotistical and narcissistic asshole demanding something of someone else. Be... well... kind. 

Today is the day... Happy birthday... Undertale. 

[mairaeve]

Happy 5th-anniversary undertale 🎉❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🎉

This took way to long to do. 😅 because I started the sketch for it over a month ago and slowly added the rest of the underground. but like a less than a week ago (by the time I posted this) I found out its undertale 5th anniversary coming up in a couple of days, so I thought I should finish the first part of the underground. So I did. Boy, I spent all day working on this project. Didn't even play any games or watch much YouTube.

It's probably the best and biggest work I have done in my life. I put so much into this so I hope everyone likes it ☺

This game I didn't find out until a couple of months after it came out. I was 15 at the time. But funny enough I was listening to remixes before I found the game 😅. When I found the game I played it and I fell in love. I still remember the first time I played the game....let's just say lucky my friend told me to reset after I killed toriel, haha I didn't know what to do 😣 let's just say I looked it up....haha. And I remember it was last at night, I was so to go to bed but I wanted to continue playing because I just beat Photoshop flower and was going to the true lab dammmm playing that part at night was the best. I think I finished the game hmm like 8 times by now and even started to change the Sprites in-game not top long ago. So I been a fan ever since.

Anyway again I loved the game and started making fan art for it. Making fan art helped a lot with getting better at drawing. I also loved the community, from art to videos to the stories.

oh yeah, a little background story on this picture. So the idea is what would the underground look like from afar, I didn't want to draw all the rooms so I decided to have the ruins like an actual ruin. With old buildings and vines and cracks. When I did toriel house I didn't want to do what it looks like in-game so I made it look similar to what it was so to look like. If you didn't know it was planned at one point her house was supposed to look more like an actual house, but no one drew it so Toby just used the ruins tiles. So this house I made is a mix between that and the one in-game. I also had to take some liberties when it came to the colour since ruins only have 4 or 5 colours so yeah, of course, the colour it's exactly the same as in-game but it still the ruins.

OK I'm typing to much I should end it here 😅 I hope you liked this picture, I'll be doing snowdin next but I don't have a time limit to that so maybe a couple of weeks or the end of the year who knows. Oh yeah I also forgot to add one thing ..hmm whatever I'll add that later

Happy birthday undertale, and thank you Toby and the others who worked to make this amazing game.

also here's a sketch, no colour, and no shading/light 

[skelebonecentral]

Hothouse Rose chapter 6

Gotta get that last Fell boy into shape!

(words under cut) And remember, the pictures for the Lust boys are all six up on my main undertale blog.

Whip stared at his brother.

“AND TELL ME AGAIN WHY YOU’RE IN MY ROOM, GLARING LIKE I MELTED YOUR WHOLE SHOP?”

“cause ya ain’t actin’ like part of the family anymore and I wanna know why.” Spice was leaning back against Whip’s door, blocking all exit. “ever since baby doll came, you’ve been sulkin’ and hidin’ from’em and I don’t appreciate it. I know ya ain’t a coward, so what is it?”

Whip’s skull began to color in anger, standing to his full height, “BECAUSE THAT HUMAN IS NOT GOING TO LAST. I’VE SEEN THE HUMANS AROUND HERE, AND NONE OF THEM WOULD ACCEPT US IF THEY KNEW THE FULL EXTENT OF WHO AND WHAT WE ARE. THEIR URGES ARE TAMPED DOWN WITH IRON RODS AND CLOSED OFF EXCEPT FOR THE MOST TABOO AND PRIVATE MOMENTS. OR IN OPEN DISPLAYS IN THE SEEDY UNDERBELLY OF THEIR WORLD AND THOSE WHO PARTICIPATE OFTEN END UP DEAD.”

“I know that.” Spice was unmoved by this aggressive display. He was not afraid of his baby brother. “I’ve done my research on what gettin’ my shop going up here would entail, an’ it wasn’t pretty. but bro, just cause it’s private for them don’t mean they ain’t capable of openin’ up. just gotta work harder for it.”

Whip’s hands were gripped into fists, and even though he was looking down, Spice noticed his gaze was on the floor next to him, not on himself, “AND WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ONE OF THOSE FRIVOLOUS OTHERS FALLS FOR THEM? OR GETS THE INTEREST FOR A ROMP, HM? WHAT THEN?”

“apparently that already happened today. Boa. Baby doll got embarrassed but they’re still pals.”

Whip flinched hearing that, his glare getting more intense, “SO YOU’RE SAYING THEY AREN’T GOING TO TURN ON US? THAT I’M BEING RIDICULOUS?”

“no, I’m sayin’ you don’t need to try an’ protect yourself so hard.” Spice sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, “bro, you usually aren’t closed off like this with people you don’t trust. You’re good at making them think you like’em so they slip up. why are ya actin’ like a frightened cat? All puffed up and angry?”

Whip’s sockets were filling with red magic, “BECAUSE AT LEAST IF I KEEP THEM AWAY IT WON’T HURT HAVING TO LEAVE.”

“there’s the issue,” Spice walked over to where Whip was shaking in place, quickly putting his arms around him, “ya do like ‘em, then?”

“YES.” The answer was wet and miserable, “THEY’RE EVERYTHING PAPYRUS SAID, AND EVEN WITH SUGAR BEING CAUTIOUS, I CAN’T FIND A REASON NOT TO. SANS…” Whip slowly collapsed to his knees and held Spice tight, “I’ve…I’ve never been so close to someone who actually met my standards. They’re kind, and they care about our alternates, and they’re smart, and funny and beautiful and…Sans, I’m so scared to let myself go because we’re going to lose them.”

Spice rubbed his back gently, “I know, bro. but that’s why we gotta try an’ enjoy it, right? when we’re back in that shithole, we gotta have memories to get us through. Cause what good is it pushin’ away good things just cause they won’t last? Just means you spend more time bein’ sad than ya had ta.”

“I don’t know if my soul can take it, though,” Whip whined, hiding his sockets against Spice’s shoulder. “You know how lonesome it was at home and finding someone like y/n here…it’s not fair. It’s not fair that I found an angel and have to give them up.”

“y’know I understand that, probably better than most,” Spice gave his back a pat, making him let loose so he could sit down, “bro, I get it, but like I said, enjoy it while we can. cause once it’s gone, we ain’t gettin’ another chance.”

Whip sat next to him on the bed and leaned over, head on his shoulder, “You’re right, as usual, brother. I just…I’m used to causing pain, not feeling it. It’s difficult to manage.”

“yeah. but you can do it. I know ya can. cause I’ll be right with ya the whole time.”

After a while, just the slow hum of Whip’s computer and the breeze outside, Whip asked, “What did it feel like when you got to hold them, Sans?”

“real nice,” Spice purred a bit, “their whole body is soft, bro. hair, skin, hands, all pillows. Ehehe, they’d be mad if I said that to’em, though. they’re workin’ with their buddies and pap to get in shape. Spend half an hour outside every afternoon with’em in their leggings and sport top. Nice ta watch.”

Whip nodded, “And do they mind flirtations too much?”

“they’re gettin’ better about it, but you still have ta be careful how far ya go. don’t get all out explicit, but suggestive is fine. They actually shot one back at Sugar yesterday, even if it was kinda weak.”

“Good.” He took a deep breath and sighed as he let it out, “I’m going to try to amend my mistake of avoiding them, but it’ll take some time. Please keep me from making an ass of myself anymore.”

“I’ll try, but I dunno much about donkeys,” Spice quipped, only to get pushed onto the bed as Whip got up in irritation. “ehehehe, sorry, bro, but you walked inta that one.”

“I DID AND I HATE IT.”

--

You were in the kitchen, eating breakfast after waking up late on a rare Friday holiday when Whip walked in. Normally, he’d instantly walk back out looking frustrated, but today he stayed.

It was weird, and you watched as he walked to the fridge, got a bottle of a chocolate protein drink, and sat down near you.

“HUMAN, I….HMGH,” he started, picking at the wrapper on the outside of his drink till he could get the lit loose, “Y/N. I’VE BEEN…COLD TO YOU, TO SAY THE LEAST.”

“Yes.” Where is he going with this?

“I THOUGHT…WELL, I SHOULD EXPLAIN WHY. OR AT LEAST APOLOGIZE FOR IT.” He grimaced while he searched for the words, “I SIMPLY WAS AFRAID OF GETTING HURT WHEN OR IF WE SHOULD EVER PART WAYS. BECAUSE I HONESTLY…I’VE WANTED TO MEET SOMEONE LIKE YOU FOR A VERY LONG TIME AND IT MADE ME FEEL PANICKED. LIKE…FINALLY GETTING TO MEET YOUR FAVORITE CELEBRITY BUT AS YOU NEAR THE STAGE DOOR YOU BOLT. YOU’RE AFRAID THE REALITY WON’T LIVE UP TO THE DREAM AND IF IT DOES THEN YOU FEAR THE PAIN OF THE MEETING BEING OVER.”

That was not what you expected as his reasoning. Pride, specist thoughts, a general dislike of new people, something like that, but not…this. “I do understand your reference, but I’m still kind of shocked you’re even talking to me at all right now.”

“I UNDERSTAND.” He sighed, taking a long drink from his bottle. “I JUST WANTED TO…WELL, TO TRY AND FIX THINGS. I HAD TO ADMIT WHAT I WAS THINKING TO MY BROTHER AND THAT FINALLY GOT ME THINKING ABOUT…HOW UNFAIR IT WAS TO BE ANGRY WITH YOU FOR BEING YOURSELF. I HAD NO RIGHT, AND IT’S KIND OF STUPID NOW THAT I PUT IT IN WORDS. GOOD GRIEF.”

“How about,” you hold out your hand, smiling, “we start over? Hi, my name is Y/n. I’m Sans and Papyrus’ datemate and I’d like to stay in the house for the foreseeable future.”

He looked at your hand, then his shoulders relaxed and his sharp smile turned soft, “MY NAME IS WHIP, IT’S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU AT LAST.” He shook your hand, “I’D BE HAPPY TO HAVE SOMEONE SO BELOVED BY MY COUSINS STAY WITH US.”

A pool of warmth dropped into your chest at the relief you knew was a mutual experience. You no longer had an enemy in your home, and the comfortable silence as you both enjoyed your respective sustenance was very rewarding.

--

“Sugar, please,” Charm rubbed his sockets, “I’m trying to plan a fun night out for us all, and your pessimism is ruining it.”

“no, I’m seriously worried. Have you not felt the energy change? Somebody’s doing something and it’s none of us.”

“I felt it and I know exactly what happened, but I’m not telling you because it’s none of your business.” Charm kept clicking from one page to another, looking at options.

“what?”

“You heard me. You do realize there is a loving trio in this house, yes? That it’s not just us and the others from similar universes?” Charm swiveled his chair and looked fully at his brother, “Sans, sometimes your anxiety makes you act like a prick.”

Sugar winced, deflating. “oh. yeah. guess I overstepped again.”

“Yes, you did.” Charm pushed his chair over and poked Sugar in the chest, “but I will remind you again. I love you. I want what is best for everyone here. And I am not some babybones who is naïve about the complexities of relationships. It’s just things are tilted differently here, and yes, that was hard to get used to, but it can be done. And besides,” He smiled, “We’re all going out for Halloween. I need to make sure we go somewhere fun since it’s Y/n’s favorite holiday and Papyrus’ birthday.”

Sugar sighed, “okay. okay, maybe you’re right. and sansy’s been trying to get me to lighten up too, so…” He sat on the floor before laying out like a star, “if sweet-pea can trust them enough to cuddle again, I guess I can try to, too.”

“Bully for you!” Charm smiled, going back to his computer. “And Sweet-pea will be here at the house with our candy bowl, so he will get a costume as well.”

“he’s actually going to greet the trick or treaters?”

“Yes! He’s been doing very well since he started opening up more.” Charm double clicked something and absently scanned the text that popped up, “He’s started sitting on the deck with us while we do our yoga and Sansy is seeing if he can set up video chat conferences with a therapist for him. Apparently, humans get this kind of anxiety too. It’s called agoraphobia.”

Sugar nodded, kind of surprised. Sweet-pea was going outside? Willingly? That was definitely a good thing, no arguing that, and…well, he was getting tired of being jumpy about the human all the time, if he was being honest.

--

You were a little shy about it, but Boa and Sweet-pea were both bustling around you in Sweet-pea’s room. They were re-taking your measurements to make sure they were accurate for your costume. You hadn’t had a good idea for a costume, but Papyrus had proposed it being a surprise that they chose for you. Sweet-pea had volunteered to make the design, and you’d been excited to see what he’d do. So far, he’d made you a nightgown that made you feel very ethereal any time you wore it, but he’d been too busy with commissions and orders to do anything else till now.

“I take a break every October,” he told you, sketching away, “it lets me have down time to recover and do whatever things I’d like otherwise.”

Boa was very fast with the measuring tape, barely touching it to your body as you stood in a shirt and shorts.

You felt the goosebumps going over your scalp as they worked, just like at the doctor’s office, and felt that strange far away feeling that went with them.

“Pumpkin,” Boa spoke, standing with his tape, “have you ever been fitted properly for your foundations?” He seemed puzzled as he looked you over. “I just want to make sure you’re as comfortable as you can be. Bad support can cause back pain, you know.”

You hadn’t known. “No, I haven’t. What would you have to do?”

Sweet-pea looked up, “just measure around your chest do some more close measurements of your pelvis area. It doesn’t take long. Last time he fitted someone it only took him two and a half minutes. But…uh… you will have to undress. Dunno if you’re up to that or not.”

Boa blushed, but nodded, looking away. “It’s up to you. You’re going to look ravishing either way, but it’s just been bugging me since we went shopping that first day. You deserve to be comfortable…”

It took a moment, as you thought it out. Two and a half minutes, hm? And you trusted them both, at least as much as you trusted the classmates you’d changed in the bathrooms with at choir competitions in high school. Quite a bit more, now that you’re thinking about it, “I think we can do it. It would be nice to know for my next shopping trip.”

Both of them perked up, and you steeled yourself as you undressed down to nothing. Boa’s eye lights shone bright and wide, and you saw the glow start at his throat, but he shook his head and smiled, “I’ll be quick. Thank you for letting me help you!”

True to his word, Boa went fast, around your chest, from your collar to your nipple, and around the area under your breasts. “That’s that, thirty-four triple d, Sweet-pea.”

“thought so.” The younger brother wrote it down somewhere on his sketch pad, but he was still going, “I know someone who would kill for that size for her bleach cosplays.”

You tilted your head and he smiled, “Somebody I know at home. She’s almost as bad as Alphys about anime, but likes JUMP stuff more.”

“Ah, okay.” You were focusing on anything other than Boa being between your legs with his tape, going quickly over your thighs, around your butt, and gently pressing the end of the tape to your core and going up a ways before snapping back and listing off his findings. “Well, that was fast.”

“three minutes. A little slower, but we’ve never measured a human before.”

Boa nodded and handed you your things, “We have everything we need to make you the best costume and find the best things on our shopping trips now.” There was blush on his cheekbones, and his smile was very soft, making your own cheeks heat more.

“Thank you for being fast with it. I’m not exactly used to being naked in front of other people.” You hurry to get your clothes back on, even as you hear something in an almost electronic voice. “Huh?”

Boa blushed, “Um, sorry. I slipped into Wingdings for a moment. I ah…I was saying we were lucky to get a glimpse at such a rare treasure as your body.”

Sweet-pea snorted and giggled, “that’s what he said literally, but wingdings is a monster language, so you don’t get any of the cute undertones and intents that went with it in English. you do look nice, though.”

“You boys are going to be the death of me. I’m going to die of flattery,” You had scrunched up your face from how hot it got, and huffed as you pulled your shirt back on, “and then Papy and Sans will be widowers.”

“You’d have to marry them for that,” Boa smirked a bit.

“smartaleck” you stuck your tongue out at him and walked to the door, “You’re both lucky I love you.”

“we love you, too, y/n.” Sweet-pea poked Boa, who just waved at you.

You shake your head and leave.

As soon as the door shut, Boa’s whole skull exploded in color and he jerked his scarf off as the jewel below burst into brilliant light. “Oh my stars, I’m going to keel over! Humans smell so different and it’s GOOD and they’re so amazing already and then just! Naked right in front of me! ack!”

Sweet-pea chuckled, blushing a bit, “they were lovely. And those hips….gosh, I know kids aren’t the end all be all up here but they look like they could carry so well…”

“I know!” Boa groaned, rubbing the heels of his hands into his closed sockets, “How does Papyrus just have them as his datemate and not keep them in the bedroom all day?”

“He’s just not turned like us, bro,” Sweet-pea sighed, “but I’m glad they’re at least happy with each other. You could smell him on them as soon as the layers came off.”

Boa finally seemed to calm down as the glow in his gem dimmed, “That was reassuring. Now we’re sure they’re not hurting themselves with repression or anything.”

“pretty sure it’s only us that need that regular release for health,” Sweet-pea mumbled. “humans don’t get heats, much less be in one all the time.”

“That still is amazing to me. And there’s so many of them even so! But then again, they are mammals that care for their young a long time. it’s only natural most of their offspring live.”

Sweet-pea laughed, “you should never have dropped out of zoology, bro. you’d have been a great professor.”

“I’ll be a better guardsman slash radio host!” Boa shot back, getting up. “Now, as soon as you have the design ready, bring it to me. We’re going to make the others drop their jaws to the floor.”

“and all in a human-friendly fashion. Gonna be fun,” Sweet-pea waved his brother off, and got down to work. He was going to make the rest of the world see exactly what Y/n was to their household.

--

Whip was uncomfortable. Not because he didn’t participate in the pillow cuddling normally, because he had before the human had come. No, it was because said human had chosen to sit beside him in the pile. He was still jumpy around them, even if he knew they were on much better terms after his apology.

It didn’t help that Spice was on their other side and snoring so loud he could hardly hear.

“MAY I PLEASE WAKE HIM UP TO STOP THAT RACKET?”

“No, Whip, don’t wake him. He’s actually not trying to fluster me when he’s sleeping,” says the human, looking fondly at Spice. Well, they did have a point. “Here, let me try shifting him a bit.”

Interested, he watched as you gently shifted Spice’s head back, and his brother’s raucous snores quieted to gentle, soft vibrations.

“HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

“Snoring in humans is caused by some weird blockages in the throat. I figured, if he’s snoring because of his ecto always being on, maybe doing what helps a human would help him.” You continue to intrigue him in the most unexpected ways.

--

Boa had been almost giddy in his sexy nurse costume when he handed you a bundle on Halloween at noon, “Here, Pumpkin, it’s your costume. Go put it on, hurry!”

Sweet-pea was behind him, a very normal looking scarecrow costume decorating his form, beaming in pride, “if you need help, just holler.”

Curious, you went to back into your room (you’d been leaving it to ask about just this) and opened the bundle. A beautiful Grecian dress, creamy white with golden clasps, lay in a cloud of feathers with a set of very soft, cottony underwear. The ease with which those went on surprised you, and the lifting of the weight of your chest from your back made your eyes widen. “Oh.” Boa had been incredibly accurate in that the wrong underthings could make you hurt.

The dress slipped on, as did a pair of delicate sheer white hose, and some golden sandals. The feathers, you realize, are wings that loop onto the clasps on your shoulders and attach to the golden rope around your waist. You actually get them on yourself, and when you pick up the little harp and halo that were hidden underneath, you grin. “An angel, huh?”

Everything fit like a glove, comfortable but flattering as you exited and came down the stairs. Charm saw you first and gasped, “Oh! Sweetheart, that’s gorgeous, but here, come with me.” He had that sneaky look when he was going to try and goad you or Sans and Papyrus into doing something romantic, but instead of taking you to them, he took you to a room under the stairs that you’d never bothered to investigate. It was like a dressing room in a theater, with lights and make up and wigs of all kinds.

“Welcome to my studio! On of the things I learned from my bestie underground is that half of an outfit is made by your make-up. Let me take you from a ten to an eleven.” He sat you down and gently removed the golden circlet of your halo, setting it down on the vanity. “Now, monster make-up is a lot different than human in that it doesn’t take five hours to do! So, I’m going to turn you around, and in thirty minutes you’ll be the belle of the Halloween ball.”

You only had a brief glimpse of your reflection (thankfully) before the chair was turned and Charm got to work. Smooth, cool creams were dabbed onto your face by his clearly practiced hands, having taken of his gloves to do this. It was kind of hard to keep from laughing, as he’d already made himself up and was wearing a rainbow afro and a red nose on top of his pure white face, blue eye circles, and big red mouth decorations. He was a very colorful clown, and the first clown you’d ever been happy to see.

Charm had his tongue stuck out while he worked, and you just couldn’t help yourself. You reached up and poked it with your finger. “Boop.”

He squinted his sockets and made a short noise that sounded like laughter, then gently told you off, “Don’t boop the beautician, sweet thing. It’s not polite.”

“But you’re my bestie first,” you point out, and his smile grows.

“I know.” He brushes his teeth against your forehead gently, “Now let me work my magic, quite literally.”

You giggle quietly, and he hums, using a puff to place powder over the creams.

He then goes around you and gently begins coming through your hair, adding some things to it as well, “When this is done, sweetie, it’s going to just be you with some polish. You’re always this lovely to us, it’ll just be enough magic to let others and you see what we see every day.”

“Are you sure?” Yes, you’d been pleased with the little bit of change you’d seen in your clothes since starting your daily yoga, but you still felt…gross.

“Oh, I’d put my soul on it.” He squeezed your shoulder gently before returning to his work on your hair, “Papyrus and Sans think you hung the moon, Y/n. And I’d put money on Boa thinking the same. Sweet-pea trusts you more than he’s trusted anyone outside the family, ever. Whip even let his pride go and started to get to know you. That means something.”

“And you and Sugar? Spice?”

“Oh Y/n, I can’t even put into words what you mean to me.” His voice was so soft and full of love, you couldn’t even imagine what his expression was, “and my brother is slowly letting go of his fears. He’ll understand your magnificence when he does. “ A snort of wry laughter, “And Spice would have you be his own private teddy bear if it was up to him.”

You giggle thinking about that. Since he’d gotten over your mutual miscommunication, Spice had been the ultimate cuddlebug when he felt he could be. Which was most of the time. Not that you minded, he was warm, and the thick ecto he always wore was soft and comfy. Plus, you liked his voice. It was different than the others, like Whip’s in that it was gravelly, but smoother underneath, carrying a sweetness you liked.

“Let me paint your nails, and then we’ll be done.” Charm squatted in front of you and took a bottle of what looked like clear nail polish out. He thought for a moment, then nodded, a zap of pink magic infusing the bottle and turning the polish inside gold. “That should be the right color. A touch of Midas, hm?” He beamed at his reference, and you nodded.

You used the time to talk about a movie you saw once, of people trying to gain an item related to King Midas, and Charm suggested you find it online and the family could watch it next weekend. After all, after your group returned from the Halloween carnival, you all would be watching Halloween themed cartoons and family movies (because Papyrus, Sweet-pea, and Boa preferred not to watch horror films) while eating whatever candy remained after the trick-or-treaters.

Looking at your fingernails, not only were they shimmering as if they were covered in liquid gold, but they were perfectly shaped and the cuticles that were normally rough were smoothed down. “Wow! How did you do that with just polish?”

“It’s the magic in the polish.” Charm finished your toes and returned the brush to the bottle, “The polish is just there to change color according to my intent. I needed it gold, and I wanted your nails to be healthy and beautiful, so the magic did the rest. Even after we take the polish off, you’ll still keep the healthy nails underneath. Also, it’s instant dry, too.”

He looked you over one last time and nodded, “Alright, are you ready?”

When you said yes, he placed the halo back on your head and turned you around. You almost burst into tears right there. Your hair was laying around your face in elegant waves, framing it perfectly and without frizz for the first time in your life. And your face, it was exactly what Charm had said. It was you, but your skin was evenly colored instead of blotchy, the texture was smooth and uniform, every pore was clean and tiny. Your eyelashes and brows were present instead of faded out like they usually were, and all signs of the flaky dermatitis that had plagued you since your teenage years was gone from them.

“I’m…..Charm, you did…” you just looked over at him, the water dripping out of your eyes without you even blinking to free it. “It’s wonderful.”

“Just a little MTT Beauty Butter and the intent to clean and heal. The rest is all how your body naturally wants to be. It loves you, just as we do, and wants you to be happy and healthy. It just needed a little boost, now and again, is all.” He helps you to your feet, taking a nearby box of tissues and using them to gently dry your tears. “Now you can see yourself as the angel we know you are.”

You just hug him, far beyond words.

He strokes your head gently, waiting for you to recover before saying, “Now, we should get to the living room to meet up with the others and head for the carnival.”

You felt like you were walking on air as he led you out of the make up room and down the hall to the living room.

The banter had started already, “SANS, WHY DO YOU INSIST ON LAZINESS? IT’S OUR FIRST HALLOWEEN WITH Y/N IN THE HOUSE AND YOU JUST….THAT?!”

Entering, you saw Papyrus dressed as Superman, cape and spandex in red, blue, and yellow, and Sans was wearing a black, cat-ear headband taped to his skull, with black whiskers drawn on his cheekbones sloppily, all with his normal clothes.

Sugar, as a sexy witch, is standing with his broom in a corner, laughing behind his hand next to pirate-captain Spice, long coat sweeping his brown boots and black hat sporting a big maroon feather. Whip was dressed as a classic Devil, though he’d exchanged the red onesie for a bright red business suit. Boa and Sweet-pea were on the couch, chatting.

Charm cleared his throat and that got everyone’s attention, and you were feeling quite small as they all looked at you.

Whip’s eye lights went out, and you noticed a bright glow in the left leg of his pants. Oh no…oh no you’d made him uncomfortable. “I-I didn’t pick this out but…I’m sorry.”

Spice came over, taking your hands in his (where did he find all those rings?), “don’t apologize, baby doll. You’re beautiful. Sweet-pea an’ Boa done good. you too, charm, cause I know baby doll don’t do make-up like that.”

“Bu-but-“

“no buts,” Sans shortcutted next to you and beamed, “you look perfect. We’re going to be the envy of everybody. Though, as an angel, you probably don’t like that, do you?” He winked and you smiled. You couldn’t help yourself if Sans was making jokes.

Papyrus strode over and knelt in front of you, making everyone step aside for him, “AS A SUPERHERO, I WILL WORK VERY HARD TO DO GOOD, SO THAT I MAY GET VISITS FROM THIS UNEARTHLY VISION OF LOVELINESS AGAIN!” He was sparkling -literally-, cheeks flushed orange, as he looked up at you.

“Papyrus, you can see me anytime.”

“I KNOW, BUT YOU LOOK EXACTLY LIKE A MESSENGER FROM HEAVEN RIGHT NOW! THE PICTURE OF THE DELTARUNE’S PREDICTED SAVIOR!” He frowned and got up, “THOUGH, THAT ACTUALLY TURNED OUT TO BE FRISK, SO YOU’RE THEIR COUSIN. BUT STILL!”

Sugar flounced over in the short skirt and tights that were wrapped around his bones, “ooh, our little y/n has graduated from pretty to gorgeous.”

Charm rolled his eye lights, but Boa and Sweet-pea rushed over before he could fire back at his brother.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s absolutely perfect. I was worried about the top of the dress but it’s laying fabulously,” Boa cooed, proud of his work.

“you look just like I thought you would,” Sweet-pea gave a small laugh, “though, turns out real life is better than imagination in this case. Thanks, charm, for finishing off the look.”

“Oh it was my pleasure, believe me,” Charm actually honked his nose, revealing it to be a prop horn, “I might be a clown tonight, but I am a chivalrous guard first and helping our dear Y/n shine their brightest is the least I could do.”

You were blushing so hard, but Papyrus gently scooped you out of the crowd, “NOW LET’S GET GOING TO THE CARNIVAL. I WANT EVERYONE TO ADMIRE OUR ANGEL BEFORE THEY GET TOO FLUSTERED AND MUSS THEIR MAKE-UP!”

There was a murmur of agreement, and as you left the house, you waved goodbye to Sweet-pea, who was beaming as he closed the door.

[rose-coloured-angel]

I know some people might find it "cringy" that I still love Undertale so much, but let me tell you WHY I still love Undertale so much (it's about to get VERY PERSONAL in here, but I think it's about time I bared my SOUL).

2015 was a little after the start of high school for me. I had just come out of a bad middle-school situation, and found myself in a bad high school situation. I had just discovered I was trans, my family was worse than ever, and I was living in yet another new place that didn't feel like home. I had a few friends, but rarely saw them because our classes and schedules were so different.

At first, I didn't care about Undertale. Not because everyone was talking about it and it was "popular", but because I never really cared about video games (except for pokemon), and I was always outside of the loop. But when I actually got INTO Undertale, it...felt like Home.

I've never really felt "at Home". Always moving, never keeping friends, never feeling safe at whatever location my family dragged me to...nothing was ever constant except a feeling of uncertainty and fear (which I think is why I have really bad anxiety...but that's a whole other topic).

Undertale became my escape. Whenever I needed to hide at home, whenever friends weren't around, I lost myself in Undertale. I remember when I made my first butterscotch cinnamon pie. My mom was away for another two weeks and, because I did something to upset her before she left, she was ignoring me and pretending I didn't exist. So I made a butterscotch cinnamon pie. I sat next to the warm oven and pretended it was a fireplace. I closed my eyes and pretended I was sitting in the Ruins with Toriel. I then decided that Toriel, a fictional monster woman, was my "real Mom", and her ex-husband, Asgore, was my "real Dad".

My depression got way worse. I isolated myself and tried to kill myself several times, first with pills, then with belts, then the cold, then a knife...etc. The medication I was put on wasn't working (probably because my mom shamed me for it and told me every day that I was an attention whore just trying to get happy pills, but whatever).

Undertale, and its characters, became my only solace. I pretended to talk to them, to live with them...I finally played the game. I only ever did ONE pacifist playthrough. It wasn't perfect, but...I like to imagine they're happy on the surface.

Yes, I know they're not real. Yes, I know they aren't my real friends or family, and I know being overly attached to fictional characters for years on end, especially when you're trying to be a functional adult for the first time, probably isn't a healthy coping mechanism, but...

I'm lonelier than ever now. My mother is living in Texas, my brother is in college, I haven't spoken to my father since my 18th birthday (it'll be 3 years in November). My only friend I made in college moved away, and I'm nowhere near my old high school or old friends. I'm doing a soul-sucking job that doesn't pay a living wage, and I'm all alone in a big, empty house...well, at least I have two cats. But they're not great at conversation.

I'm glad I'm still around to see Undertale's 5th anniversary. And I really like that alarm clock dialogue thing. Since I'm going to be alone for Christmas, I'll probably use that dialogue to pretend I have friends and family again. I laughed really loud when I got to the part about Sans fornite dancing. :)

Cringe or not, Undertale is the only thing that's ever made me feel safe, or like I have a home. So, if you have a problem with me still liking Undertale...okay. I don't care. I'm going to make another butterscotch cinnamon pie, and I'm going to pretend I'm home with my "real Mom" again. I hope you feel at Home and safe and loved wherever you are in the real world. I hope you tell your family you love them, and that they say it (and mean it) back. Hug all your friends and spend some time online chatting with them (since, y'know, at least the USA is still suffering from a pandemic).

Happy Undertale 5th Anniversary Day.

💖🍁🥧❄💀🌠☔🔥⚡👑🐐☀️🏠💖

[futuresmashmemes]

In complete curiosity, can you tell me what your favorite Smash reveal trailer of all time was?

Like, actually, real shit, stuff that’s already happened in this timeline?

Nothing will ever top Smash 4’s reveal for me. I was really into Brawl as a kid, and after Brawl came out a lot of people spread the idea online that it would be the last smash game (hilarious in hindsight, I know). Me, being the dumb kid I was, took that at face value. I also wasn’t really into following leaks at the time. I was also 12, almost 13 when 4 was revealed, keep in mind. I just sort of accepted that smash was done.

I vividly remember when I first saw that reveal trailer. We were in the middle of bumfuck nowhere for my sister’s soccer game. I was sweaty, hungry, and my phone was running out of battery. I managed to convince my mom to let me stay in the car for the rest of the game, where I promptly began charging my phone and went onto YouTube to pull up some music to listen to (knowing me at the time, it probably would’ve been an Evanescence song). And there, at the top of my recommended feed, was that trailer.

It almost didn’t feel real. I was so convinced that Smash was over, I almost thought that the video would’ve been a fake. Some shitty mod or whatever. But I clicked on it anyways, because, y’know, Smash Bros! Boy am I glad I did. Instantly, I was enthralled by the idea of Smash on the go. I didn’t have a 3DS at the time, but I played on my DS like I was getting paid for every second the screen was on. Having a portable smash game was a dream come true! And when they got to the Wii U part of the trailer, I was drawn in by the visual upgrade compared to Brawl. I was a dumb kid who didn’t know anything about graphics watching this trailer in 480p on a shitty Windows phone, and even I could tell how much of a graphics upgrade it was compared to Brawl. I didn’t have a Wii U at the time either, but I was still excited.

The new characters announced were just the icing on the cake. I love Animal Crossing, but I never expected an Animal Crossing rep in smash because I read that Sakurai had previously said that Animal Crossing characters were unsuited for battle. So when that trailer opened up on a shot of the Villager opening the now iconic envelope, my hype levels instantly shot through the roof of the car. Really, I should consider myself lucky that I was watching this trailer in the middle of an empty parking lot in the middle of nowhere and not, say, on the bus ride home from school, because after that point, I was visibly freaking out throughout. I would’ve been perfectly satisfied with just Villager, but then the trailer continued. The videos online right now show these two as separate videos, but I definitely remember watching them as one big trailer.

NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHING!

Oh boy, who could it be? The gang looked up at a cliff to see a boy with distinct spiky hair.

“No. There’s no way it could be him. There’s just no way! I read online that he couldn’t get in, so it’s not him.”

Blip!

“OH MY GOD IT IS HIM HOLY SHIT IT’S MEGA MAN FUCKING MEGA MAN HOLY S H I T!”

It didn’t feel real. It felt like a dream. But I was loving every second of it. And even better, the next video in my recommended feed was the trailer for Wii Fit Trainer. What? Why? Who asked for this? I was dumbfounded, but all for it.

I think that those three characters made for the perfect holy trinity of character reveals. The anticipated first party/character Sakurai previously said no to, the third party, and the character that nobody saw coming. Smash 4’s initial reveal had it all. I probably rewatched that trailer for the rest of the soccer game. I texted all my friends about it, and they were all nearly as excited as I was. I would’ve told my mom and sister all about it when they got back in the car, but I wasn’t supposed to be using data at the time, so if they knew that I had used it to watch a silly reveal trailer over and over again, mom probably would’ve had a heart attack (this was before unlimited data was more standard). But you better believe that I exploded on about it as soon as I figured it was safe to.

Even after all these years (and all of the timelines I’ve looked into), no Smash trailer...no, more like no trailer period has ever gotten close to capturing the pure excitement that I felt when I first saw the Smash 4 trailer, and I doubt that there ever will be one. I’m a jaded adult now, and everything is more exciting through the rose-tinted glass of adolescence. The “Everyone is Here!” trailer for Ultimate came close, though. Smash 4’s development was also something of a turning point for me when I became more active in following the development of new games online. I think it was for a lot of people, I think that a lot of that can be attributed to Brawl’s success (and the Wii as a whole) at capturing a wider demographic of gamers compared to Melee and 64. Smash 4 feels almost laughable to go back and play now, but I can’t deny the impact it had on me.

As far as other individual reveal trailers go, here are my favorites:

Little Mac and Palutena-both for the same reason: THAT ART STYLE. Their trailers also convinced me to play their respective games. Uprising was one of my first 3DS games and Punch Out is the last game I remember renting from Blockbuster.

Greninja-As laughable as this sounds now, getting a new Pokémon rep was really hype for me back then. I was beginning to get into competitive, so seeing the ninja frog that had taken over the competitive scene at the time get into smash was cool, even if I was Team Fennekin. Confirmation that at least Charizard had survived the cut was also really cool.

Robin and Lucina-I didn’t know anything about Fire Emblem at the time, but Robin looked cool and I was digging the 3D anime artstyle from Awakening that the trailer was rendered in. Another trailer that convinced me to buy the game that they were from, and good god now I’m an insufferable Fire Emblem fan good lord I was so innocent back then. “Girl Marth” jokes were rampant amongst my friends. Also, CAPTAIN FALCON!!!

Lucas-Funny story, my sister absolutely despises video games with a burning, visceral passion now, but back when we played Brawl together, her mains were Lucas and Snake. You can imagine the pain and agony she felt when Smash 4 initially came out. Lucas’ DLC came out around my birthday, so her gift to me that year was a $10 eShop card. She just told me: “you know what to spend it on.”

Cloud-“Hey guys, you know what would’ve been awesome? In Brawl, if, like, they put in Cloud from Final Fantasy 7?”

Corrin-At this point I was a big Fire Emblem fan riding hot on the hype train for Fates, so I was very excited for Corrin. The dragon-inspired moveset also seemed really cool. Funny how times have changed, and when Byleth was added in I was very lukewarm compared to when my reaction to Corrin.

Inkling-Similar story to the Smash 4 reveal trailer, I was absolutely not expecting a Smash announcement that day and I saw the video was in my YouTube recommended feed while I was at my internship of all places. Unfortunately, none of the other people there were gamers (let alone Smash fans), so they couldn’t share in my hype.

Everyone is Here/Ridley-I can’t properly give this one the justice it deserves in a short amount of words and this post is already getting really long, so I’ll save this one for a later day if you guys are interested. To keep it short, let’s just say that I was very much a part of the Ridley gang and I was very happy to see him in.

Belmonts and K. Rool-I got up at 7 in the morning to watch that trailer and loved every second of it. Keep in mind that I am not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. The only thing that sort of spoiled it for me was that the Smash teams themselves leaked it the night before by releasing a track titled Bloody Tears/Monster Dance

Ken and Incineroar-Nothing against these two, but at the time I was crushed when I realized the Grinch leak was fake. Now I can look back on it and laugh at Little Mac getting yeeted through the billboard and Villager’s stance at the end of the trailer.

Sans Mii Costume-Pretty sure I’ve already mentioned this, but when I first saw that trailer I legit fell out of my chair laughing. I’m not even an Undertale fan, but seeing funny skeleton man on my screen just broke me. The fact that Toby went to Sakurai’s house and beat him in Smash made it even better.

Banjo-I’ve never actually played a Banjo Kazooie game before, but I’ve seen enough videos about them over the years that I almost feel like I have. They’re ingrained in my childhood due to that in a weird way. Plus, it felt so good to have a victory over the Steve fans. I felt the weight of that Jiggy that bounced on the floor.

And that’s about it! If you guys want to hear my thoughts on the Everyone is Here trailer, please let me know and I’ll do another post like this.

...Upon rereading this post for spelling errors, I realized that you probably were more asking about my favorite reveal trailers throughout multiple timelines. Oops. Let me know if that’s what you wanted and I’ll answer with my thoughts on my favorite future reveal trailers.

[asknightmareanderror]

Five Years Old Already?

Firstly, Happy 5th Birthday/Anniversary, Undertale!

Now, time for the sappy stuff :3

I cannot tell you just how much this game changed my life, and everyone else is probably saying that and I’m pretty sure they mean it just as much!

But, seriously, I don’t think I’d be on Tumblr at all if it weren’t for the game.

I’d love to draw something, and probably will get something out in due time, but I’ve got my plate full at the moment. (Now, I feel bad qwq)

...but I can’t believe it’s been five years already.

To be honest, I didn’t really think I’d still be in the fandom five years later, but here I am...still drawing skeletons. And, even more honestly, I don’t think I would’ve been drawing if it hadn’t been for that game...at least to the point where I am now.

Who would’ve guessed writing books about skeletons would end up teaching me all the bones in the human body? XD (By the by, still writing them, my wrist just makes it a bit more difficult to do so.)

I feel fuzzy inside whenever I talk about my own skeles and characters, and I really don’t think I would be the same person. If anything, because of Undertale, my confidence has actually grown!

At first, I was too scared to even post my own art, or publish stories, but now it just feels normal. Each and every note makes me feel ecstatic to draw or write more!

I should also be thanking you all, too. For sticking around, listening to my crap, my silly little theories on how skeleton magic works, and this sappy little thank you message! The asks I get every day are wonderful, and motivate me to hell and back!

So...thank you, again, and Undertale, and everyone who worked on the game :)

[knifehecker]

undertale day [long post]

it’s the 15th!! happy 4th birthday undertale!!! normally i try to do a little art or something but this year i decided to do something a little different. there’s a lot of content that’s become core tenets of my experience with the fandom -- changed the way i thought about the characters, how i engage with the fandom, opened my eyes to new ways of writing -- and i thought it’d be neat to compile some of those into one post to share with other people. so without further ado!!!

40-minute Deltarune Piano Medley - FaceImplosion [MUSIC]

ok, i know this is deltarune and not undertale, but this medley incorporates songs from both games so i’m gonna say it counts. and honestly, i could say a LOT about this piece!! i’ve watched and listened to a lot of ut/dr medleys, and this has to be the most lovingly crafted of its type that i’ve ever seen. Ever. a lot of care has been put into the order and combination of the songs (some funny, some sad, some mindblowing, ALL amazing) and the art is so good that every time i listen i find myself watching along. there’s a lot of easter eggs, especially for the attentive listener/watcher, and this medley deserves far more than the 6k views it’s gotten so far.

Undertale Album Project - Various Artists [MUSIC]

Songs From Mt Ebott is a collaborative album project that contains dozens of tracks from a score of different artists. i have a lot of favorite tracks from this album, not to mention the individual track art created for each, and if you’ve never heard of this project before, i really recommend giving it a listen! (FaceImplosion also did a piano track for this album, by the way, which i’m linking separately because it’s one of my aforementioned favorites.)

Chara - tigerblossom [MUSIC]

im not gonna lie. this was my favorite piece of fan music for a long time. it’s a medley mashing a few different songs together, short and sweet, but it comes together in such an incredibly heartfelt way at the end that whenever i end up listening to it i find myself wishing the track was about five minutes longer. they also have an underfell version of your best friend that i recommend giving a listen!

Photographs - FuriousPoplar [FIC]

in terms of “post-paci everyone lives au”s, there’s been a lot of ground covered by a lot of different people, and after a while the concept feels almost a bit...same-y? but this fic covers a sorely-needed conversation between an alive chara and asriel in a way that i’ve never seen approached by anyone else before. it’s cathartic, it’s extremely well written, and it doesn’t shy away from the ugly sides of trauma and recovery, which is so greatly appreciated. it also hit me...REALLY hard, which i think is a testament to how amazing this piece is.

Turn Back - foxsgloves [FIC]

i read this one pretty early on in my time in this fandom, and it’s continued to influence me long after. the premise: frisk keeps loading over the brief time asriel has his body in the epilogue, and simply spends time with him as they both prepare to move on towards the end. it’s sad. it’s cute. it’s amazing. it’s something i go back to reread sometimes late at night when i want to reread something friendly and familiar and a little sad. and its been one of my favorites ever since i read it.

You Wear Your Grief Like a Badge - Draikinator [FIC SERIES]

how do you even TALK about ywyglb? do i talk about nate’s impeccable voice in their writing? how true to character they are with the kids? how they set the scene of a post-pacifist world still shaking with the echoes of the past? the series starts with flowey taking frisk’s soul captive while chara and sans form an uneasy alliance in order to get them back, and then spirals into a tense, sweet, funny, awful, heartbreaking experience that reshaped how i viewed the boundaries of my own writing. draikinator’s writing has been and continues to be a huge inspiration to me, and i heartily recommend giving any of their stuff a try.

A Numbered List of Things That Aren't as Badass as They Sound (ex. Monsters, Suicide, Burning in Hell) - rosyy [FIC]

a brief glimpse into chara and asriel just before It Happens, While It Happens, When It Happens. the prose here is the sort of flowery delirious feverdream you’d expect from a kid dying of buttercup poisoning, and i love it to bits. i also want to mention a dr who crossover by the same author, because it has kris as the doctor and frisk as the stray they adopt, and its also the perfect antidote to the angst the first fic provides.

Risen Up (or, Of Fallen Children and Mountain Kin) - paradoxpangolin [FIC]

oh jeezums, how do i even start with this one? post-paci, frisk comes to the conclusion that the best way to ease the tensions between human and monsterkind is to put on a musical about their time in the underground!!!!.....except this leads to its own host of complications, and things get a bit Messy. this fic hasn’t updated in a bit, but it contains so much in its 140k of already published writing that i feel the need to urge you to read it anyway. i’m really partial to autistic frisks, and this fic has what’s got to be my favorite portrayal of that in ... probably the entire fandom? honestly, most (if not all) of the characters in this fic are autist, and it’s just. very good. i love.

you’re like a mirror, reflecting me - batterytriplicate [FIC]

a daemon au exploring what frisk and chara’s journeys might have been like with the extra distinction between monster dust and daemon dust. i completely forgot about this fic until i was trawling through my ao3 history for this post, and i’m really really glad i found it again. i think i was in the middle of trying to figure out this exact au when i first found this fic, and it did everything i was thinking of (and more) so much better that i felt more than content leaving it at that. so if you like his dark materials and want to see a fantastic little daemon au, give this a shot!

soulless-pacifist - vsemily [ASK BLOG]

soulless-pacifist..... if you’ve never heard of this askblog, you’re in for a treat. i wasn’t with it from the very beginning, but i started reading towards the  middle of its main story arc and stuck with it to the end, and suffice it to say, it has to be my favorite fandom askblog to date, purely for how well its written, how well its drawn, and how it’s one of the....only askblogs i’ve ever seen come not only to a FULL conclusion, but to a satisfying one! the mun also worked with a programmer to create a fangame for its final arc, which is so above and beyond that im still kind of in disbelief. in short: this askblog followed frisk and their passenger after the events of a soulless pacifist route, and continues on with them as they grow together and find their place with a whole host of twist and turns in store.                also, memes.

Shine your light with me, chase all the dark away - FancifulRivers [FIC]

this au follows frisk and chara after the events of the game. unlike most post-paci runs, though, chara has their own body back, while they and frisk are hiding back in mt ebott after the monsters have left to avoid the complications of being runaways and also.... incredible guilt and trauma. things don’t really work out like that, though, and i really recommend this read. fancifulrivers has also been an incredibly prolific writer who’s uploaded a lot of really good ut fics, so this is a great starting point to jump off of for their other stuff!

repercussions - proximally [FIC]

this fic... i think this one fic is the one that’s impacted me the most during my early days of this fandom. it’s short, and sad, and is a twist on the soulless pacifist ending that i was left thinking about literally for months after i first read it. instead of saying any more and risking spoiling it, i’ll just leave the author’s desc:  “You made a mistake, and you pay for it with your life. “

The Great Boondoggle - Masu_Trout [FIC]

the premise of this fic is pretty simple. post paci, frisk is walking home. they come across a Bad Guy. hijinks ensue. but what sets apart this fic from others for me is the way frisk is written here. when this fic was published in early 2016, most frisks i came across were the...sweet harmless woobies that were pretty typical from the fandom. this is one of the first frisks i came across that was kind of mean, and a little cold, and had very obviously had a long upward climb to being the sort of person who chose mercy instead of fight. this portrayal is a lot more common nowadays, which i’m super grateful for, but since this is one of the first fics i came across that really nailed this portrayal, i felt i should leave this here. i also recommend their pokemon/ut au, which is toriel and frisk centric and i also love to bits.

and....well, i was gonna say “that’s it”, but i honestly had to cut quite a few things from this list to keep it from stretching the dash too much. there’s been a lot of incredible content created by this fandom over the years, and this is by no means a comprehensive list of my favorites. but these are some of the ones that impacted me in a really special way, and if you were kind enough to check them out and maybe even liked them, please consider leaving a kind comment for the creator! if you’re the author of one of these pieces reading this right now: thank you so much! im looking forward to finding even more favorites in this year and the next.

[annaraebananawriter]

When He Cries

Yellow again everyone! Here is another one-shot, the biggest one-shot I’ve made yet. This one, of course, has Dream in it, as all my one-shots have so far. And where there’s Dream, there’s Nightmare. 

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically Dreamtale

Characters: Nightmare, Dream (Who belong to Joku)

Warnings: Depression, implied/referenced suicide attempt, implied/referenced self-harm, swearing, and I think that’s it? Let me know!

Word Count: 3790

(Want some extra feels? Listen to Better Off Dead, When She Cries and beautiful?! You won’t regret it!)

~oOo~

Nightmare, if you asked him, would say that yes, he did believe in black and white.

That the world was separated into two types of people: good and bad. He was bad, negative, so that meant everyone had to hate him and that he had to never care about anyone else. However, his brother was the opposite. Dream was good, positive, and that meant that everyone loved him and he loved everyone else.

Nightmare hated it. He hated how he was the bad one when he didn’t do a damn thing to deserve it, whereas Dream was loved without even trying. He hated it. He hated Dream. Dream should be the one hated, not him.

Or so he had said about a year ago, when his world was normal and grounded, not this uneasy place that cracked with every action he made.

~oOo~

Little boy terrified

He’d leave his room if only bruises would heal

~oOo~

Right in the middle of September, just a few weeks into their final year of high school, Nightmare felt something off.

He had been feeling it for a while now, but he brushed it off every time. But now it was too big to ignore. However, he had no way to pinpoint where the feeling was coming from, or why he had it. Nightmare was frustrated.

His friends noticed, and once told of the feeling he had, started to look closely at their surroundings. They had figured that he probably had this feeling because of something or someone around them, which made sense. However, they had no luck as of yet.

And it was around this time in September, that Nightmare noticed that the feeling made itself known when Dream and his friends were within eyesight.

So, the next logical step would be to closely watch them to see why they made him feel like this. If, of course, they weren’t good people, because good people couldn’t possibly have something wrong with them. They were good. They were perfect.

So, the feeling must be wrong to say that there was something off with them.

~oOo~

A home is no place to hide

His heart is breaking from the pain that he feels

~oOo~

As they progressed into November (Halloween was awesome, by the way, though Dream did stay locked in his room for that day and the weekend after), Nightmare was once again distracted with his feeling, which had seemed to lock itself onto Dream, for some reason.

Dream had seemed pretty normal to him. He was all smiley and optimistic and positive, so much that Nightmare wanted to throw up whenever he was around him.

Dream was as good as he had always been, so why did the feeling attach itself to him?

Sure, Dream had these bags under his eyes, but that was probably because he stayed up too late chatting with his friends or playing video games. Same with the way he walked slowly, like there was a weight on his back; it was probably a side effect of the sleep loss. As Dream was good, and good people don’t get affected with negativity.

Yes, that was it. His feeling must still be mistaken. He should just ignore it. It’ll go away eventually.

But if that was the case, then why, when he was in bed falling asleep, with the sounds of muffled sobs coming from Dream’s room next to him (Dream was probably comforting a classmate), did his belief of black and white sound so wrong now?

~oOo~

Every day’s the same

He fights to find his way

He hurts, he breaks,

~oOo~

(Deep down inside of Nightmare, he knew it wasn’t a classmate making those sobs, but if it wasn’t, then who was? Dream was good, positive. Dream never cried. He couldn’t, unless he was scared or didn’t get his way. So, who was crying?)

~oOo~

He hides, and tries to pray

He wonders why,

Does anyone ever hear him when he cries?

~oOo~

Tomorrow is their birthday. They’ll be turning eighteen.

Nightmare is relieved. Now, he’ll finally be a legal adult, which means he doesn’t need his parent’s permission to do anything. He could finally drink, smoke, do drugs, anything he wanted. Dream, on the other hand, seemed to hunch in on himself when their birthday was mentioned.

(Odd. Dream had always been excited for their birthday, as it was the one-day Nightmare hung out with him willingly.)

As Nightmare realized this, he also began to notice that Dream had been sleeping more lately. He used to be up very early every day, even on the weekends, but now he slept in until he was almost late for school. He looked tired all day at school and seemed to zone out more too, especially at lunch, where he barely nibbled on some food.

That wasn’t the weirdest thing. Though, Dream also seemed to have his shoulders hunched up regularly, whereas before he always had almost perfect posture. He also seemed to focus on homework instead of his hobbies and friends.

Nightmare recalled seeing some of Dream’s poems and songs in the kitchen trash. Dream liked to write, saying he was going to write tons of books that helped people be happy. When he took them out of the trash to inspect them, he saw scribbles and black smudges that obscured the writing, though Nightmare could faintly see ‘my fault’ as one of the things being repeated over and over again.

He had tried to confront Dream about it. Dream had laughed. (The laugh seemed a bit hollow and forced. Why?)

“They weren’t good, Nightmare,” Dream had said, playing with the end of his sweater sleeve. “so, I threw them away.”

“But wouldn’t you have wanted to keep them as references? Y’know, to see how you improved?” Nightmare had asked in return. As he said that, Dream’s eyes had unfocused a bit, taking on a glassy texture.

Dream mumbled something that Nightmare couldn’t hear, then his eyes snapped into focus and he smiled, a big grin that would seem fake to a blind man. “Maybe. But those ones, in particular, I could let go of. They were so bad!”

Dream had left quickly before Nightmare could ask more questions. Nightmare watched him go, the usual anger he felt from Dream saying something so ignorant gone. Which was weird. Nightmare should be scowling, fuming about how Dream wouldn’t know a thing about self-criticism, as Dream was so perfect, he thought anything he did was perfect.

Another thing, Nightmare realized now, looking back on it, when had Dream started wearing long sleeves so frequently? Nightmare thought back on the year and realized that Dream hadn’t worn a t-shirt since last January.

Odd. So many odd things. Now, Nightmare wasn’t so sure his feeling was wrong.

~oOo~

Today he’s turning eighteen

Everyone’s singing, but he can’t seem to smile

They never get past arm’s length

How could they act like everything is alright?

~oOo~

Nightmare couldn’t help but watch Dream at their birthday party.

Most of the town was there, including their friends. Nightmare had danced and laughed with his gang before he realized that Dream was standing a corner alone. Blue and Ink, Dream’s closest friends were dancing together a few feet away. Dream seemed to watch them with a pained expression on his face.

Dream met Nightmare’s eyes and immediately straightened, pulled away from the wall and scurried upstairs. Nightmare watched him disappear, about to follow him, when Killer shoved a drink into his hand and pulled him away.

(Deep down, the feeling he had split into two, one still feeling something off and the other filled with worry and concern for Dream. Nightmare wouldn’t realize this for another few days.)

~oOo~

Pulling down his long sleeves

To cover all the memories that scars leave

He says, “Maybe making me bleed

Will be the answer that could wash the slate clean.”

~oOo~

(Nightmare was drunk after the party, thanks to his friends. But once the party ended, at around five in the morning, he stumbled upstairs to his bed, not registering the sobs and pain-filled noises coming from the bathroom.)

~oOo~

Every day’s the same

He fights to find his way

He hurts, he breaks,

He hides, and tries to pray

He wonders why,

Does anyone ever hear him when he cries?

~oOo~

Dream didn’t come out of his room after the party for days. Their mother didn’t notice, saying he was probably busy. Nightmare noticed, though.

He noticed the crying that almost seemed to never stop. The mumbling to one’s self, though he couldn’t make out the words. The lack of footsteps that meant no one left the bed and the sound of the mattress and bed as someone tossed and turned, the only sounds to say someone was alive.

Sometimes Nightmare caught himself standing in front of Dream’s door, hand raised to knock. He never did. He always walked away, convincing himself that something else was going on, that Dream was still perfect.

That didn’t stop the guilt from showing up once he entered his room.

Once Dream did leave his room, he acted normal. He didn’t look tired, he looked light and his smile and laugh seemed real. Nightmare couldn’t stop staring at him. For some reason, this was ringing too many alarms in his head to make him ignore it. Dream was acting to calm and too happy.

Nightmare didn’t get a chance to talk to him, though. Horror came and dragged him to his place for a New Years party. Guess the talk will have to wait till next year.

~oOo~

This is the dark before the dawn

The storm before the peace

~oOo~

(Nightmare couldn’t help but think about Dream’s goodbye. He said, “See you!” That’s it. Just those two words. Not “See you later!” or “See you soon!” or even the running joke of “See you next year!” Just “See you!” For some reason, this rang the biggest alarm in his head. But why?)

~oOo~

Don’t be afraid

The seasons change

~oOo~

“10!”

As everyone began to count down, Nightmare found himself thinking of Dream again. He couldn’t stop, especially now that the alarms had been going off in his head.

“9!”

But why did the alarms go off now? Why was his feeling getting so strong now?

“8!”

Dream was good. But maybe he wasn’t perfect.

“7!”

Maybe Dream could feel negative thoughts. Maybe those thoughts dragged him down.

“6! 5!”

Even so, why the alarms?

“4!”

Why did he feel he had to go back?

“3!”

That he had to check on Dream?

“2!”

Why? Why, why, why?

“1!”

And then, just as the clock turned to midnight and everyone around him shouted, everything clicked into place.

Depression. A mental disorder that is often described as numbness or “living in a black hole” or just sadness, overwhelming sadness and despair. Nightmare knew a few kids in the school that struggled with depression, like Comic. He knew the signs and symptoms. He also knew that most people who have it put on a false smile and made everyone around them happy while they slowly drowned.

And that fit Dream to a T. It all made sense now. Why he looked so tired, so heavy. Why there were sobs coming from his room almost every night. Why he was so calm today.

Nightmare didn’t realize that he had dropped his glass and that people were asking if he was okay. He could only focus on Dream. Dream, who was so calm and happy today. Dream, who had said “See you!” as a goodbye. Dream, who was very likely trying to kill himself right now.

“I have to go.” Nightmare said, not paying attention to any answers as he rushed out the door and into the snow. He stood there for a bit, cursing himself as he realized he couldn’t run in this, but he had to try.

A hand on his arm stopped him, turning him around to face the person. “Nightmare, what are you doing?” Cross asked, near shouting in his ear.

Nightmare breathed heavily, panic beginning to well up inside of him. “I have to get home, Cross, I have to.”

Cross blinked, tightening his grip when Nightmare tried to escape. “What? Why? Nightmare, calm down, and—”

“I can’t calm down, Cross!” Nightmare growled. “I have to get home before my idiot brother kills himself!

Silence rang. Cross was taken aback, no doubt expecting something far less serious. Nightmare struggled in his grip, trying to break free. He had to get home. He had to stop Dream. He couldn’t lose him. He—

“Okay, get in.”

Nightmare blinked. Cross had let go of him and walked over to his car, unlocking it and opening the passenger seat. He stared at Nightmare; his face dead serious.

Nightmare hurried over. He wasn’t going to question it right now.

The ride over was silent and speedy, but neither of them cared. They just wanted to get there in time. Cross abruptly parked in front of Nightmare’s house. Nightmare quickly got out, pausing before closing the car door and rushing inside.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t. Just stop him.” And then Cross drove off.

~oOo~

And the Stars are watching over you

They hear you

~oOo~

Nightmare rushed upstairs, glancing quickly to Dream’s bedroom door, which was open and the room luckily empty of hanging bodies. He shivered. He stopped in front of the bathroom, the next place he could be.

Nightmare felt panic overtake him, his hand shook as he raised it to knock. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t stop Dream. What if Dream was already dead? Did he overdose? Drown himself? Cut himself? He can’t. Can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, ca—

Two gentle knocks. “Dream?”

His voice was weak and threatened to crack. Nightmare took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Panicking wouldn’t do good to either of them at the moment.

“Dream?” He said again, laying his hand on the door as a grounding. It was silent on the other side. “Dream, I…Can we…I—I…You…Fuck, I’m bad at this.” Nightmare laughed weakly, tears starting to flow. He rested his forehead on the door.

“Dream, do you remember, on our fifth birthday? That night you asked me something, y—you asked me, ‘Night, when we’re older, are we always gonna be there for each other?’. I said yes. That of course we would be. We even pinky promised that.” Nightmare fell to his knees, forehead and hand still on the door. “Maybe, we didn’t live up to that. Maybe, we could have tried harder. I could have tried harder.

“But Dream, I love you, so much. So, so much. You can’t possibly begin to imagine it. I know I don’t say it as often as I should. I know that I probably made you feel alone. But I love you. I love you with the strength of a billion suns. I don’t want…I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and find that you're gone. I don’t want to have to look at your room in remembrance every day. I don’t want to have to bury my best friend before his time.”

Nightmare held back a sob and watched the door with pleading eyes, his vision blurry from tears. “I know you’re hurting. I know you feel alone, like everyone looks through you, not at you. But…b—but…you’re beautiful. So please don’t go. You are loved so much more than you know. That’s why you’re beauti…ful…”

Nightmare trailed off. He didn’t have anything else to say. God, he was so bad at this. Then, though it was faint, he heard it. A sob. No from him, but from the other side of the door.

Nightmare pulled back from the door, his eyes wide with tears still streaming down. There was a clatter, like something metal having fallen to the ground. There was also some shuffling, like someone getting up, which prompted Nightmare to stand as well.

A click. The door was unlocked and it slowly opened.

Dream was shaking badly, tears streaming from his face faster than the ones on Nightmares’. His eyes were dull, so full of pain and sadness that it made Nightmare’s heart constrict in sympathy. Nightmare tried to smile, and it probably worked, as Dream sobbed once more before reaching forward, Nightmare reaching as well.

They wrapped each other in a tight hug, Dream sobbing and whispering apologies, Nightmare shushing him and whispering comforting words. They both fell to their knees again. Nightmare tightened his hold, like if he let go the other would disappear.

And, Nightmare thought, pressing a kiss to Dream’s forehead before Dream buried his face in Nightmare’s shoulder, prompting Nightmare to start rubbing his back in comfort, he was just so glad he made it in time.

~oOo~

Every day’s the same

He fights to find his way

He hurts, he breaks,

He hides, and tries to pray

~oOo~

They both decided Dream would sleep in Nightmare’s room for now, until they both felt comfortable sleeping in opposite rooms again.

Dream was sleeping lightly now, tear tracks still visible on his face, curled up beside Nightmare on his bed. Nightmare had an arm around Dream, tucking him in close. He smiled at it, relief still filling him.

In his other hand, his phone buzzed, drawing his attention to it. Nightmare blinked. It was a text message from Cross.

C: Is Dream okay?

Nightmare smiled a bit. Cross was a good friend and Nightmare knew that he cared about Dream greatly, perhaps more than friends would. He would help to get Dream back on his feet. Nightmare typed out a quick reply.

N: Yes, I got to him just in time. Thanks again for the ride.

C: No problem.

C: That’s what friends are for, right?

N: Yes, “Friends”

N: But seriously, thank you.

N: I don’t think I would have made it without your help.

It took Cross a moment to type back, the three dots appearing and disappearing again.

C: Don’t mention it.

C: But, uh, we’re going to have to talk.

C: Everyone’s sort of wondering where you went? Why you left in a rush??

C: What do you want me to tell them?

Nightmare paused. He didn’t think of that. Dream shifted beside him, lifting his head to squint at the phone.

“’s it Cross?” He said, voice slurring from sleepiness.

“Yes.” Nightmare smiled a bit but hesitated to tell him the rest. “He’s asking what to tell the others, as I left the house in rush and Cross drove me.”

Dream was silent. His eyes had unfocused again. Nightmare grew a bit worried, however he knew there wasn’t anything he could do. He couldn’t control Dream’s mind, and even if he could, he wouldn’t.

Finally, Dream shook his head and buried his head into Nightmare’s chest. “He can tell them what happened.”

Nightmare bit his lip. “Are you sure?”

Dream nodded.

Nightmare sighed and began to text Cross back.

N: Dream says you can tell then what happened.

N: But leave out some major details, okay?

C: Are you sure?

N: Yes. Dream will need a support system.

N: Who better than his friends?

C: Okay, as long as you’re sure.

Nightmare shut his phone off and let his hand drop to the bed. Dream had fallen back asleep, his hand grabbing Nightmare’s tightly. Nightmare smiled again and let himself hope.

He knew that Dream would be okay again.

~oOo~

He’ll be just fine,

Cause I know he hears her when he cries

~oOo~

The rest of the year passed without another major problem. Dream did get into a few funks, but Nightmare sat with him and watched movies with him until it passed.

Their friends had made it their duty to start a group chat with all of them, one rule being that you have to send a wholesome meme as soon as you woke up, to remind the others about the good in the world. The group chat had helped Dream out greatly, and Nightmare too.

Nightmare also worked up the courage to confront Dream about the long sleeves, even if he already knew the answer. Dream had started crying and let Nightmare roll up his sleeves, muttering apologies as he traced over the cuts. Nightmare had smiled and said that he was fine, that the scars showed how brave Dream truly was. That made Dream cry even harder. They spent the rest of that day hugging and cuddling.

Dream got progressively happy as the year wore on. His smiles were genuine and true, his laugh felt like bells. He even started writing again, after Nightmare had mentioned that he could write how he felt, in a therapeutic way. Dream had had wide eyes after Nightmare said that, saying he never thought of it like that.

Nightmare helped Dream the most. He was there every step of the way. The two were as close as they were when they were children, perhaps even more so. This all was proven as they graduated, Nightmare clapping the loudest for Dream, smiling so wide.

Yes, everything was great.

~oOo~

Every day’s the same

He fights to find his way

He hurts, he breaks,

He hides, and tries to pray

He’ll be just fine,

Cause I know he hears her when he cries

~oOo~

Nightmare, if you asked him, would say that yes, he did believe in black and white.

Or so he had said about a year ago, when his world was normal and grounded, not this uneasy place that cracked with every action he made.

Now, if you were to ask him, he would smile sadly.

“Imagine,” He would say, “imagine two people. One was so bubbly, they bounced in place. They helped everyone they could. They hated seeing another person sad. They were the epitome of positivity. The other, however, wasn’t. They dragged their feet where ever they went, slouching too. They brought down the mood of every room they were in. They were the epitome of negativity.

“Now, out of these two, who would be the sicker person? Who would have anxiety, depression, the likes of them? Who would be more suicidal? You would think the negative one, right? But you see, what the personality they have on the outside, doesn’t always match to the one on the inside. The positive one could have a negative mind, whereas the negative one could have a positive mind.

“So, no I don’t believe in black and white, rather I believe in everything in-between. It’s just a shame I had to realize it the hard way, that people shouldn’t judge something based on how it appears.”

[grinch-003]

UNDERSIDE (Test version)

It’s a test version of my story based on Undertale. I’m gonna post it in a few parts, cause it’s pretty long. I’d be very happy, if you read it and write what do you think about it.

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UNDERSIDE vol.1 Chapter 1: “Beginning”

[…’s flat…]

[…’s room…]

…: (Sigh) (Exhausted) Finally done with this… Man, when was the last time when I was outside. (Looked up) Yeah…

[In front of the …’s building…]

…: (Shocked) (Puzzled) Wha…?

?????: Heh-heh… Well, well, well what do we have here? The last living being and the MAIN savepoint of this strange AU.

…: (Shocked) (Scared) Wh-what do you mean by: “The last”…?

?????: Haven’t you understood yet? There’s nobody left here, just YOU and ME.

…: (Shocked) (Angry) YOU KILLED EVERYONE…?

Error!Sans: (Smiling) Are you deaf or just stupid? Of course, I did. I’m the Error!Sans–the destroyer of AUs.

…: (Mumbling)

Error!Sans: What…?

…: (Shouts) (Turned black) I'll KILL YOU! (Runs to Error) (Furiously attacks Error)

Error! Sans: (Dodged) Looks like somebody needs a break… See you later, buddy, if don’t kill yourself. (Disappeared)

…: (Shouts) HEY, GET BACK HERE! WE ARE NOT DONE YET, YOU DAMN "GLITCH"! GHH...GHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA! (Calmed down) (Fell on knees) (Turns back to normal) Well, guess that’s it, huh…? All alone, in this empty and lifeless world…

BUT IT REFUSED TO GIVE UP…

[Thumb–thumb…]

…: (Felt something) Huh…? (Stands up) What was that? Could it be…?

[Later…]

…: (Runs) Huff…huff…huff… (Stopped) (Looks around) I know it’s here, somewhere…

[Crack…]  

…: (Turned around) (Noticed people) Over there! (Runs to people)

…’s thoughts: I can’t do it, the building is about to fall apart. If I…had Sans’s powers, I promise… I would protect those innocent souls.

…: Come on... (Eyes started to glow) FASTER! (Teleported)

[Next to the ruining building…]

…: (appeared in the air)

?????: (Notices …) What?

?????#2: (Notices …) Who are you?

…: NON. ON MY… (Raised hands towards the building) WATCH!

[Bones burst out of the ground and broke the building into pieces…]

Jack: (Landed) The name’s Jack. (Grabbed peoples’ shoulders) (Teleported) (Flew into the wall) Augпh… (Looks up) Heh-heh, can’t believe, that I did it. (Looks at people) Are you two okay…?

Chara: (Stands up) (Looks at Jack) Yeah, I am. My name is Chara, by the way.

Frisk: (Stands up) (Looks at Jack) I’m okay too, and…my name is Frisk.

Jack: Ok, Chara and Frisk… (Stood up) We are going home.

[Jack’s flat...]

Jack: Right door–your room, left door–my room. Today’s day was exhausting…  (Turned to Chara and Frisk) I’m pretty sure you two are as tired as I am.

Chara: Kay’ night, Jack. (Came in the room on the right)

Frisk: Goodnight, Jack. (Followed Chara)

Jack: (Yawns) G’night, kiddos… (Came in the room on the left)

[Later that night…]

Jack’s thoughts: (Lies in bed) Yeah, I’ve had enough adventures for today. (Exhaled) And what should I do…? One of them has to become–“Protagonist”, the other one–“Megalomaniac”, and I’m–the “Judge”… No way. They are just 12 years old look like girls, and I won’t make them be anything.

[Later...]

[Knock–knock…]

Jack: (Awake) (Sleepy) Ehh…? (Stood off the bed) (Comes to the door) Yeah-yeah… (Opened the door) (Noticed Chara and Frisk) Chara, Frisk, what are you two doing here…? (Looked at watch) It’s 3:00 AM…

Chara and Frisk: (Sobbing)

Jack: (Guessing) Nightmare…?

Chara and Frisk: (Nods)

Frisk: C-can we…?

Chara: Sleep in your room…?

Jack: (Exhales) Lemme just take my pillow and I'll…

Chara: No, we want to sleep with you.

Jack: (Looks at Chara and Frisk) (Smlied) OK, come in…don't you two want to hear a story?

Chara and Frisk: YES, PLEASE! (Comes in Jack’s room)

Jack: Heh-heh, okay… (Closed the door)

DAY: XXXXXXXX

YEAR: 20XX

TIME: 9:57 AM

[Ruined playground…]

Jack: (Sitting on the rock) C’mon girls try again.

Chara: (Tired) (Looks at Jack) Jack, we’ve been trying for hours…

Jack: Actually, for 3 hours.

Frisk: (Tired) (Looks at Jack) Still…you didn’t even do anything…

Jack: (Looked away) Really, haven’t I demonstrated to you how to concentrate and use magic?

Chara: You just made your eyes glow and snapped…

Jack: Then I summoned bones and gaster blasters.

Frisk: You are right, but…we didn’t understand what to do.

Chara: Could you do it again, please…?

Jack: Ok, one more time… (Stood up)

DAY: XXXXXXX

YEAR: 20XX

TIME: 11:25 AM

[Jack’s flat…]

[Living room…]

Jack: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Frisk: (Puzzled) Are you sure?

Chara: (Puzzled) How do you even know that?

Jack: (Confused) (Rubs his head) (Looked away) Well…today’s date–is the day, when I found you two, so…why can’t it be your birthday? Side’s you can’t be the same age all the time.

Chara and Frisk: Then, when’s your birthday?

Jack: Wha…?

Frisk: We need to know when your’s birthday too.

Chara: “You can’t be the same age all the time”, don’t you think?

DAY: XXXXXXX

YEAR: 20XX

TIME: 9:34 AM

[Jack’s flat…]

Jack: (Yawns) (Opens door in his room) Mornin kiddos, time to wake up.

Chara : (Lyes in bed) Five more minutes, Jack…  

Jack: (Annoyed) (Looks at Chara) Chara, you said the same thing an hour ago. You too, Frisk.

Frisk: We’re gonna sleep here forever…

Jack: You do remember that is my room? (Mumbles) You’ve been coming here pretty often. (Turned around) Fine, looks like I have to eat all those pancakes by myself.

Frisk: (Raised) PANCAKES?!

Jack: (Looked back) And chocolate syrup.

Chara: (Raised) CHOCOLATE SYRUP?!

Chara and Frisk: (Stood off the bed) WAIT, WE ARE COMING…!

Jack: Heh… Score.

[In a few minutes…]

[Kitchen…]

Chara: (Eats pancakes) I Can’t believe that you wanted to eat all of them by yourself.

Frisk: It’s impossible, even for someone like you, Jack.

Jack: Actually, I made this much, because it’s the only way to make you two get up.

Chara: Hmm… (Rubs chin) I still can’t decide…

Jack: (With a pancake in the mouth) Mmm…whah da ya meahn…? (Gulped)

Frisk: You like Papyrus for us, but you are a good cooker, like Toriel…

Chara: Or when you teaching us magic, you act like Sans or Undyne. Oh, and you’re smart like Alphys too.

Jack: Don’t know whaddya mean by that. I’m just a 17 years old dude.

Chara: Yeah, and we’re both 15, but taller than you.  

Frisk: You need to solve your little problem.

Jack: Well… (Stood from the table) you two are Frisk-y Chara-cters. (Walks away)

Chara: (Looks at Jack) Hey, that’s cheating.

Frisk: Hahahahaha… (Noticed Jack dressing up) Leaving again?

Chara: Didn’t Error tell you, that he killed everyone except for you?

Jack: Yeah, but… (Looks at Chara and Frisk) we just need to stay determined.

[Two hours later…]

Jack: (Looks around) looks like Error killed everyone.

Error!Sans: (From behind) My, my, how nice of you. It looks like, that you are still ok.

Jack: (Turned black) (furiously attacked Error)

Error!Sans: (Jumped away) (Impressed) WHOA… (Landed) Learned new tricks?

Jack: As you can see.

Error!Sans: I think your friends have never seen you like this before… Oh well, I guess you can say: “Goodbye” to them, Jack. (Disappearing)

Jack: (Puzzled) What do you mean by that…?

Error!Sans: Look behind. (Disappeared)

Jack: (Turns around) “Behind”…? (Shocked)

Frisk: (Looks at Jack) (Scared) J-jack i-is that y-you…?

Chara: (Looks at Jack) Wh-what happened to you, are you alright…?

Jack’s thoughts: (About to cry) N-no, what are they doing here? How did they find me? No no no no no no…    I don’t want them to see me looking like this…

Jack: (Turned around) (Runs away) (Shouts) I’M SORRY!

Chara and Frisk: Jack, wait! (Chases Jack)

Chara: Jack, whatever happened, it’s okay! You can tell us anything!

Frisk: That’s right, you don’t hold it in yourself!

Jack : (Looked back) Nnnghhh… (Teleported)

Chara and Frisk: (Stopped)

Frisk: What happened to him…? He’s never been like this before.

Chara: I don’t know, but… (Squshes jacket) We need to find him... (Looked at Frisk) right?

Frisk: Yes, you are right.

Chara: (Begin to run) Let’s go.

Frisk: (Followed Chara)

Chara’s thoughts: Jack, what happened between you and Error?

Frisk’s thoughts: I hope Jack is alright…

[Somewhere in the ruins of the town…]

Jack: (Sits on the ground) (Cries) Damn it… Bet now they think that I’m a MONSTER. What should I do now? (Looks down) I can’t go back, but I can’t keep running away from them either. Looks like I have to do this because none of them would…

[A year ago…]

[Jack's room...]

Chara and Frisk: A “Reset”…?

Jack: Yeah, you have to promise to me, that you would never reset the world. (Looked away) But you don’t have to listen to me, cause this power belongs only to you two…

Chara and Frisk: (Hugged Jack)

Jack: (Puzzled) Ehh…kiddos?

Frisk: We would never reset if you don’t want us.

Chara: This world is important not only for you but for us too.

Chara and Frisk: (Looks at Jack) We promise.

Jack: Hmpf…(Smiles) Thanks, girls. (Hugged Chara and Frisk) I really love you two.

[Now…]

Jack: But…they are not the only one, who can reset. When I lost control above myself for the first time, only for a few seconds…but I’ve seen it…the reset button. (Stands up) Sorry, kiddos… I’m sorry…

[Not far from Jack…]

Chara: (Running) Can you feel his soul?

Frisk: (Running) Yeah, I think I do, but I feel something else too.

Chara: What exactly?

Frisk: I…don’t know…

Chara: Well, whatever it is. We need to find Jack first.

Frisk: RIGHT. (Notices Jack) (Points at Jack) There he is!

Jack: (Stands next to the reset button)

Chara and Frisk: (Shouts) JACK!

Jack: (Looked away) Oh… (Noticed Chara and Frisk) Heya…

Frisk: There you are, what happened between you and Error?

Chara: If he did something to you, I swear I’ll…

Jack: Don’t worry. It’s just me.

Frisk: (Noticed a reset button) Jack…is this a…?

Chara: Reset button…?

Jack: Chara, Frisk… (Smiles through tears) (Turned to Frisk and Chara) Please…  DON’T FORGET ME…

RESET…