#Which to my knowledge is NOT a weird Undertale AU

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I had a bit of fun with @openfirebug 's sprite work of my bugsona

[yanderes-galore]

Sans from Undertale romantic concept, please?

Combined these two as my concepts tend to default to human darlings. Not proofread!

Yandere Alphabet For Sans Here

Undertale Masterlist For Other Content

Yandere! Sans The Skeleton Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Human Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Slight clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Self-Aware Sans, Kidnapping mentioned, Violence mentioned, Sans is slowly going insane, Forced/Dubious relationship.

Honestly, Sans is probably one of the most laid-back yanderes.

He's naturally lazy as is, which probably carries into his obsession.

I combined these two requests because I naturally default to a human darling when I write.

He would make a terrifying yet laid-back yandere due to the knowledge he holds.

Maybe he's even known you from other timelines, similar to other Sans AUs I've done.

Which may be an idea that feeds into his obsession.

Similar to canon Undertale Sans, I feel as a yandere he would be more than meets the eye.

To you he just seems like a laid-back protective skeleton that you naturally see around all the time.

He seems nice to be around and you just don't suspect anything weird.

Yet you have no idea how much he knows about you...

You have no clue about his powers, or how much he cares about you.

This probably isn't even the first time you two have met, but you don't know that, you wouldn't even understand it if he told you.

Truthfully, Sans has met you and fallen for you many times.

It's just after every reset... you never seem to remember fully.

That's one way to work for Sans, it works betters with a monster darling.

However, for a human darling you could view it like this.

Maybe you are a human with Frisk or even replace Frisk who thinks no one else knows about the resets.

Soon you'll find out that's untrue once Sans stops pretending he doesn't.

In fact, an even better idea is you keep resetting the timeline to try and fix Sans' obsession with you.

Soon you'll have to eventually tire out, right?

His obsession isn't going to go away... it'll just persist through timelines.

Just your luck.

But, enough of that, how is he as a yandere?

As said before, usually very docile at first.

He would treat you like any other human he's seen, even if it's all just an act.

Sans would be a very "casual" stalker.

He mostly stays out of sight due to his teleportation, but when he's caught he easily plays it off.

Oh, he was just check in on you.

He's just being a kind friend.

His more sinister behavior is unbelievable unless you actually see it.

For example, you do a Genocide Run.

You'd think he hates you after that, maybe somewhere in him he does, yet he can't seem to let this obsession go.

Definitely just follows you around it plays it off for the most part.

But I do think there's times he does get jealous to the point he feels he needs to step in.

Oh, is he interrupting something? Sorry!

Sans is around you all the time.

He is even capable of subtle threats towards other monsters, or maybe even you if you push him.

He is capable of using his powers, but would rather not resort to violence if he doesn't have to.

He prefers not to be like Chara.

I did say in other concepts that Sans would kidnap.

However I feel it would be a last ditch effort.

You'd have to make him desperate enough to do it as he is so laid-back.

Laid-back does not mean harmless.

Sans is capable of some heinous things, he just has self-control.

He wants you to have freedoms, unless you're going to hurt him in some way.

He may even pretend he's no longer madly in love with you after a reset to keep you around longer.

I just think the idea of Sans knowing more than he lets on like in canon is a fun idea to toy with when speaking about his obsession.

Truthfully, you are both the only ones aware of your resets.

So why bother resetting anymore?

No matter what you do... in some way Sans will love you.

So why not accept him?

He's sure he'll find some way to keep you in one timeline beside him.

After all, you drive him insane with every reset.

He doesn't understand what you want.

Sans loves you, he wants you...

One way or another he'll find a way to have you... even if it requires breaking that dreaded reset button or convincing you to stay with him willingly.

[fantasiawandering]

@belphegor1982 tagged me 20 questions for writers thingy, and I don't know if I'm a writer again yet, but I don't think there's anything here I can't answer. Thank you for thinking of me! I'm going to tag in anyone who sees this and goes "oooh!" But also @dawntreaderflynne especially.

How many works do you have on AO3?

29, but some of those are novel length.

What's your total AO3 word count?

553,402. Whoof.

What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly TMNT and Undertale, with solitary forays into Mass Effect, Dragon Age, and Transformers Prime.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Shield Against the Dark - Part one of the Undertale odyssey that started out as trying to work out a couple of things before getting the story I actually wanted to write. Which has yet to be written.

Adventures in Human Sitting - Undertale shenanigans exploring what happens when a human is raised by a bunch of well-meaning monsters who don't quite know what they're doing.

The Monster Files - What happens when human authorities attempt to investigate these strange new monstrous arrivals in the overworld by hacking into the Monster Embassy computer networks, with predictably unpredictable (and occasionally pasta-filled) results.

Hushabye - Undertale fluff between Frisk and Sans, originally written as an exercise to hammer out the weird tonal push and pull of their platonic soulmate thing.

To Heir is Human - More Undertale fluff (yeah there's a theme) in which Asgore and Toriel have to deal with their incredibly complex feelings when Frisk falls ill (featuring Sans's reaction as well by request).

I'm honestly really surprised there's no TMNT on this, actually.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. Unless it's something that's un-respond-able, I do try to respond to everything. When my brain breaks I tend to avoid the inbox out of guilt, but I do get there eventually. Even if it takes a few years.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That Which Is Not Done, for sure. It's the prequel story about the parents of the four turtle kids from the Children of the Forest TMNT AU I started writing with @nicollini, and since the turtles are orphans being raised by Splinter, the ending was already written for me, and I think I cried more writing this one than any other. It's far enough removed from the source material that it could read as a standalone, and there's still hope to be found in it, but it's definitely a tougher read than most of my fluff.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't think I can pick. Most of what I write tends to end on a high note (if it ends at all -- my brain rewiring itself to deal with stress and paving over the writing parts kind of put a lot on indefinite hiatus). If I have to pick, probably Little Gifts because it's also full of holiday fluff.

Do you get hate on fics?

Generally no, and not on AO3. There was one several-hundred-word hit piece on That Other Site about how my story was trash and so was I, and if I'm being honest, it's a big part of why my cross-posting to that site kind of fell off a bit.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not really. I tend to do fade-to-black if anything, because I tend to write what interests me, and my little ace heart is just way more interested in platonic soulmates than anything else. There is a ridiculous amount of platonic cuddling though.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Generally no, with the very notable exception of the TMNT/Pacific Rim crossover series. I had also intended the big Undertale story to be a crossover with another property, but I'm not actually sure if I want to go that route any more. Time will tell (I hope).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't actually know. I think someone reposted Falling without permission once.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not to completion (not for lack of trying -- brains are fickle), but there are a lot of collaborations and pieces of fics that started out as co-written stories and/or roleplays and/or art that were repurposed (with permission) into stories on the TMNT side of things.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

It takes a lot for me to actually ship something, but notable ones are Shepard/Garrus, John Crichton/Aeryn Sun, and I got a huge kick out of Luz and Amity on Owl House.

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm not going to answer this one because I don't want to curse anything. I really do hope to tie off all the loose ends eventually. That said, the one that's a massive mashup of ALL THE TMNT AUS AT ONCE will probably stay at one chapter, just because it's so dang hard to write.

What are your writing strengths?

Before the brain break, probably dialogue, largely because it would just happen in my head and I'd frantically write to keep up. I like to think exploring relationships that don't get that much focus in canon is also something I'm pretty good at, but I may just think that because it takes up so much space in my head.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing things. Curse of the ADHD brain even before the break.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Only if necessary for the mechanics of the story, and then I try to find someone who actually speaks the language to help (and now that I'm older and wiser, hire).

First fandom you wrote for?

TMNT 2012. There had been countless stories in my head since I was a wee Fantasia, but that was the first one that wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down. There were just so many spaces between canon scenes that made me want to see what fit in there, and since they weren't getting explored in the show, I ended up writing Falling, and that led me to everything else.

Favorite fic you've ever written?

I can't choose. It depends on my mood. Whichever one is the one I need most to read at the time (which also happens to be my rationale for writing order).

[voidpremonition]

so uh, Spiderverse huh, it kinda started a big hyperfixation on spidey-related stuff which led me to discovering some new things like

TOXIN

ANTI-VENOM

and MANIA ( i love you MANIA)

and then after a while i thought about sp//der and the posibility of spiderverse spinoffs, and I thought ) "man it kinda sucks that some others like earth 14512 are kinda just.. there, because i kinda like tho whole multiverse thing of we do this, but with a TWIST (noir show, the future, looney tunes you name it) so I thought, how would it be if VEN#M was a reocurring villain for SP//DER, how would it work, what changes would be made, could this affect peni's development.

SO HERES ARE MY WEIRD BRAINROT SP//DER IDEAS

so you know the thing, peni gets bitten gets a cool mech and stuff, and after a while of being SP//der essentially with her ITSV attitude at some point she gets a interesting experimental AI assisted suit called VEN#M, yes this time he's mostly an AI you'll see later why, VEN#M is essentially a suit oriented to be an "upgrade" of sorts to the original SP//DER with a combat especialized AI designated to take down targets effectively and aiding the pilot, now adding the whole psychic link thing, and peni, after a while of using the suit, evreything seems fine at first the AI helps calculate and time attacks better,it never sem like they can hit her,every swipe hit and strike is always on point she's not so fine with not having her spider bestie cooperating as much as she'd like but she's doing a good job(though sometime she swears she hears someone from time to time even when all alone) all swell and good, well... until VEN#M with the whole psychic link stuff starts learning more about peni and her villains and, how they almost always seem to come back, and so the singularity starts, you know the venom stuff a few changes in behaviour, though this time is mostly centering herself more and more on crimefighting and leaving behind her other matters and stuff, and VEN#M at that point gets even more linked and more or less peni has to deal with the constant sound in her head that tells her to just pull the trigger on mysterio for once,( essentially VEN#M is meant to be an effective battle AI, not a hero) and the more she struggles the more the voice becomes human until she forcefully removes herself out of the suit, after a inner battle trying not to kill, so yeah, she forcedully shuts VEN#M down and bring it back saying it was defective and prefers doing things more her style, they get take the suit to analyze what went wrong and episode ends, "but why can I still hear.. something...?".

And so of course VEN#M eventually gains sentience due to his link with Parker, gets a grudge against her finds a pilot named addy brock, and after a while he decides, "I like this one, she's mine now" and so VEN#M gets on her head starts telling her stuff, slowly ruins her friendship with parker, annnnd addy starts also getting an insane amount of knowledge and a lot of conflicting emotions due to having a vengeful AI on her head, a few confrontations later and, boom, They are VEN#M (not exactly in the most cooperative way, though)

OTHER STUFF CUZ WHY NOT

#So I also thought, what if Addy VEN#M also had a human techno suit, like a weird nano-tech stuff like creating objects and weapons to fight SP//DER, kinda like jake the dog but blue beetle but iron spider but venom. Oh and peni also makes one of those eventually (maybe).

#Also VEN#M of course has backups of himself around and his original mech suit is taken away after the first fight with SP//DER

#Addy is not happy about any of this, at all.

oh and Carnage and others are copies of VEN#M's original code

So yeah you can use any of this ideas if you like them or change anyhing you want, go crazy, none of this will ever be canon so why bother? GO NUTS, GET CREATIVE, LET'S MAKE SPIDERVERSE THE NEW UNDERTALE WITH SO MANY AUS

[kinosternon]

20 Questions

Got tagged by @marezelle (like a month ago, whoops) and this looks fun, so I'm gonna try it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Officially 37, unofficially 57-ish (I have a lot on anon right now, plus some semi-ancient FFN stuff posted under a pseud)

2. What’s your total AO3 words count?

Apparently, 644,538.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Kind of a lot? One "it's complicated" fandom which I tend to stay on anon for, especially lately; a fair bit for a very specific corner of Free!, also for Natsume's Book of Friends. Voltron's an ex-fandom but I had fun with it right when it started; there's a handful of other anime I've cycled through. I've got an Undertale longfic I'd really like to get back to one of these days. Lately, a whole bunch of stuff for the 9 Worlds series by Victoria Goddard, which is both amazing in itself and also has my favorite fan community to date.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Names Gone Before—my one and only Adventure Zone fic, and a oneshot, but apparently it was a hit lol

Chasing Silver, Chasing Gold—my beautiful monstrosity of a love letter to the characters introduced in the third season of Free!, and which came out too late for most of the English-speaking fandom to notice it very much (this goes for the show itself and also the timing of my publishing🥲). I am so grateful that so many people have managed to find it regardless!

Equivalence—aforementioned Undertale longfic. I really want to finish it one of these days, but I know what's coming in the last arc and it intimidates me. XP

Omimai—of all my Natsume fics, I'll admit I wouldn't have figured this to be the top one. But I guess Natori is a fan favorite, and I do appreciate that it's very solidly a gen fic that gets a lot of love regardless.

Like trust falls from towers—aforementioned s1-era Voltron fic. It was an experiment to get me posting more, I had fun with it while it lasted, and I got some truly wonderful comments and support from folks reading along while I was working on it. I still go back and reread it sometimes, and I think it was pretty good.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to! I want to show appreciation and make sure people know that going to the effort it takes to write a comment means a great deal to me.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That's a tough one. Probably Pistachio Christmas Tree, as it's a snapshot of a really rough time in the POV character's life and doesn't really show any signs of things getting better for him anytime soon. (All my angsty endings come from canon compliance, lol)

OH. Or Chasing Fingerprints, which is a Nabari no Ou AU oneshot that I wrote back in high school. I wrote it under some weird constraints and don't really like it all that much, but the ending is ambiguous and deeply angsty.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That is also weirdly difficult to say! Snapshots for Natsume, Slow your breath down (just take it slow) for Victoria Goddard's novel Plum Duff, and turning in your hand for At the Feet of the Sun (also by Goddard). Two of those three are wintertime fluff; I enjoy that subgenre a whole lot.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. I've occasionally had some slightly weird interactions, but overall I'd say even those were well and enthusiastically meant.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Occasionally, and I'm not sure what kind it'd count as. Insecure, possibly? (me or the characters, either-or XP)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Only two so far! The weirder one was my first-ever fic, where I technically crossed over Twilight with both old!Who and new!Who. Then there's Clowder, which crossed over two of Yuhki Kamatani's manga from pretty different eras and genres and which I'm pretty darned proud of.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had someone ask once, a while back, but at the moment I don't remember which fic it was, or if I ended up hearing how it went.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

...If adding to a bredlik compilation counts, then yes? And I've also done a fair bit of writing to requested prompts for gift exchanges and the like, which isn't the same thing as cowriting but which feels at least a little bit similar.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh man, how can I choose? 😭 At the top this has to be a tie between Miharu & Yoite (Nabari no Ou, QPR extraordinaire) and Yukito/Touya (Cardcaptor Sakura, TRC, etc). But also Merthur was my first ship-ship. HiyoIku (Free!) for writeability and general fucked-up-ness, but I'm not always 100% sure I ship it, tragically. Natsume and Tanuma for the same uncertainty minus about 90% of the toxicity, whee.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'm not going to say "doubt," but uh. A couple of "it's complicated" fandom pieces (especially the ones I originally meant to be series) and also the Undertale longfic. Also some 9 Worlds WIPs, but I haven't started publishing those ones yet, either.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization is a big one—it matters a lot to me and also I've been complimented on it. Fic is my love letter to canon and so I tend to focus on what I love about canon the most, which is almost always the characters' interiority and/or relationship dynamics. I also think I'm usually fairly good at matching the tone of the original, though admittedly the translation aspect of anime stuff gives me a bit of leeway there.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Logistics. I will forget who I put in a room over a certain number of characters, and explaining how people get to and from things (or even appear in a scene) is a terrible chore. (And that's just people—my track record for items, especially furniture, is even worse.) I suspect that my overall pacing also suffers from this because coming up for practical reasons for scenes to start can be difficult.

Also scene transitions, because I write things out of order. :B

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I probably won't, for several reasons. For one, I feel like without a dedicated beta, my errors would be immersion-breaking for anyone with high enough Japanese proficiency. Also, on the other side of things, presumably most of my readers wouldn't be able to make the jump from English into Japanese (which is the only other language I'm remotely able to write in), so accessibility would be an issue. That said, I've occasionally tried to factor in what I know about Japanese and "translate" (at least a bit) to adjust how I write dialogue, when writing fics based on anime.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who/Twilight, lol. (I cared a lot about them both, okay? Also I thought trying to mash up their canonical vampire mythologies would be funny! And I was definitely right about at least one of those things.)

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh this is also mean. It's gotta be Chasing Silver, Chasing Gold though. It kicked my ass but I also put my heart and soul into it, and its length, completion, and the responses I've gotten to it have all combined to profoundly affect how I see myself as a writer. (Which may sound a little suspect, but the thing is, I spent years massively looking up to people who could write longfic, most of all to people that could do so and finish. It meant so so much to be able to join those ranks myself, whether or not I manage to do it again someday.) It genuinely feels like one of the most significant things I've done with my life, and it's something I think I'll always be proud of myself for managing to write through to the end.

Annnd done! I'm gonna tag @octopus--writer just for fun ;)

[hxdrostorm]

@masterofthehighgroud​ has sent: Questions Often Left Unanswered: Mun Edition 1 | 2 | 6 | 12

Questions Often Left Unanswered: Mun Edition [Accepting]

1. Are there any characters in your fandom or faceclaims you refuse to RP with? Who and why?

// My rules has a section showing the fandoms/communities I don’t want to interact or rp with! Here’s a reminder to it:

MLP, Homestuck, Undertale, Fnaf, League of Legends (Arcane won’t get a pass), Genshin Impact, Fnf, Disney and MCU (I’m debating on whether or not, I’ll give the comics a pass tho...)

Star wars stuff in specific.  I’m intimidated and iffy about Legends characters, simply because I’m still not 100% knowledgeable about it (I’m learning more and more about it). Kotor/jedi fallen order/any of the SW games... I’m also not well versed in them, so I’ll also be hesitant to interact with them. With all of these things said, here are my straight ‘no’s. Unless I’m well acquaintanced with the mun behind the muse, I’ll not write with any of the sequels era characters (As stated in my muses directory. Although I’ve watched the trilogy, I’m not entirely familiar with it, which contributes to my overall lack of interest in interacting with it). Then there are the Starcruiser hotel, and the theme park attractions which are at the very bottom of everything thus getting the biggest no (I don’t think I have to talk about how the vibes between those things, don’t fall in line with anything else within the SW universe, right? Nah man, y’all can keep and try to excuse the +6k dollar LARP mess [which I heard that Disney is looking to double the prices so Y I K E S])

And as I’m writing this: I also won’t RP with Andor muses, until the serie is over.

2. Are there any plot tropes you are sick of/refuse to RP? If so, what are they and why?

// I’m not a fan of those fix-it AUs. No matter what it may be about. ‘No order 66 palpie chokes on a croissant & the galaxy is all fine & dandy uwu AU’, ‘clones are just one big family & jango is their dad uwu AU’. I understand the desire for those types of plots for fanarts and fanfics, but when it comes RP? Killing off the tragedy in SW is the equivalent of, burning down SW’s very essence. Also I’ve noticed that with these plots, they always end up watering down so many things about SW. The name of the series is literally Star wars, the war IS meant to be ugly, I don’t think anyone should sugarcoat that.

6. Is there a character that the rest of your fandom adores that you just don’t like/are indifferent to? Who is the character and why?

// I think that the Kenobi series hype is long dead by now, SO I can finally say this, without sb coming out of the woodworks to crucify me for it. Reva was mediocre at best (the actress put on her best, it is just that the script she was handed to was bad. The odds were against her.). She most certainly wasn’t the worst thing that came out of the show, see young Leia (wtf did they do to thIS KID?) and Tala (who? I literally forgot about her 5 secs after her death).

I just wished that Lucas arts hadn’t wasted their time with fan-baiting, hate-baiting its audience, all while using Ingram as a meat-shield for every single criticism towards the show. And instead taken their time to properly iron out this character. BC as she currently stands? It’s bad... That pitiful attempt at a redemption? Yeah, it could use some MUCH needed work, instead of just slapping it on her then calling it a day. But I’ll take what we got, over whatever the drafted one had in it (Cody’s legacy is safe... For now...).

12. What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to the fandom you RP in?

// What’s up with all the weird anons me and many of my mutuals have been getting? I’ve never had to deal with anything like it, in all of my RPing years. What’s up with people not knowing how to use the block function, and blacklisting feature?

I’ve received multiple anons, whining about the fact I write cloneshipping. Or even having meltdowns over some of my HCs. I want to believe this is the result of how the search function on tumblr now operates, so it searches with anything that contains the searched words, instead of the tags. So, I’m chalking it up to being just strangers, finding my blog unaware of what this blog is about. But at the same time, there is a part of me that thinks I’ve received hate from actual RPers over that. BC god forbid, blocking sb and moving on with their day, is just too simple.

There is never a bad reason to not block someone. Even if it may sound silly in your mind, just block/filter out whatever is bugging you. It’s a whole lot better than hate-reading, or exposing yourself to shit you know that causes you discomfort.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Cinnamon-Roll Lucifer, Chara, Carmine Sisters & Sari (2024)

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[Note: When I'm able to, I will use this drawing as a Cover for a Chapter over at Quotev...so yeah, even though like one of the tags does say do not reblog without permission, I don't really need to have my own permission to use this for over there, because well ya know one in the same....so yeah, this drawing will be for here and for over at Quotev in the future. and it will be used for a type of Crossover AU type story. PS: ya might need to click on the drawing to make it bigger to get a better view of it.]

Credit for Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivienne Medrano

Credit for Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

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yeah, with how Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel is....this kind of fanart was gonna happen eventually. I can't be the only one who views Charlie's Dad as a Adorkable Apple Goober AND a Precious Cinnamon-Roll that needs to be protected.

plus the weird thoughts I have is like a mix of him being a cinnamon-roll/adorkable apple goober, and that interesting and funny meme where the goth girl leaves her house and she demands the country loving farm boy...XD

Fizz: Behold, The Eveningstar Princess, The Embodiment Of Weirdness And The Goddess's Earth Angel!

Me: Give Me The Adorkable Duck Loving Cinnamon-Roll...

Lucifer: NO! LET ME GO! I HAVEN'T FINISH MAKING MY NEWEST DUCK CREATION! I SAID STOP! *is being carried by Five Robo-Fizz, who are holding him up in the air, while he is tied up.*

Fizz: Sorry, But The Eveningstar Princess Has Spoken and Demands It.

well me being weird is better than how I was yesterday, kinda had a bit of a bad day...one of my gem bracelets broke, lucky I was able to place it somewhere safe, if we are able to, maybe we can put it back together....lucky my other gem bracelets are okay.

there was other reasons why I had a bad day yesterday as well...

I guess one of my gem bracelets breaking is like a mix of bad day and bad luck, it sucks that the bracelet still broke...I didn't even notice at first until maybe a few minutes or seconds later, don't know...I know that it could of been worse, it could of happen outside and it ending up breaking and falling on some pavement without my knowledge.

it be nice if I had such knowledge about gem bracelets when I was a little kid, maybe it would of helped protect me from the dangerous levels of energies from both people and a place.

I still think it is possible that the two places I have lived at before, before moving to the town that me and my family currently live at (and we had to move from a apartment to a house in the same town, which then when we did do so, I did have that depression happen in 2015...but even when I got better, I ended up falling into another one that seem a bit longer than that first one...that second one may have started in 2016, I think it was December 2017 when I got better. I'm not 100% sure if my second depression I had has anything to do with me ending up sick later on, if I remember right I think I may have gotten sick in 2018, I'm pretty sure that was the same year my first cat was, ya know...and it was when I was getting over from being sick when my first cat was about to, leave this world...I was a crying mess when that was going on. but I know when I was sick, I was throwing up...but at least I got better and I ended up having a second cat, who was actually given to me when they were still a small kitten, well a kitten who is a little older but still a small fluffy kitten, they are older now but they are still my precious fluffy baby who I like to think is my first cat reborn. :D )

may have had some dangerous energies that my body ended up absorbing and ended up causing my seizures, not all seizures are the same, and it can be possible those who are very energy sensitive to both people and a place that may have some bad supernatural energy, will end up getting a seizure.

and children & babies could be extra sensitive to the energies, because they wouldn't know they need to protect themselves from the outside energies that can end up flying around the air and then end up being absorbed into their body, which enough of it could overload them and cause a seizure.

and for all I know, the Toxic-Masculine and maybe even the Toxic-Feminine energy could cause seizures, then again it probably would need to be a very high level of it, and it might need to come from a type of supernatural being in order for it to happen...that is just a theory of course.

Toxic-Masculine is still a problem, and even if some might not fully accept it, well they don't have to. because if some are gonna accept it, they should do so by their own free will and accord.

we might still be able to fix the whole Toxic-Feminine and try to make sure some Toxic-Feminist understand there needs to be true balance.

The Toxic-Masculine had YEARS and Centuries to get as bad and dangerous as it can get at times right now, so it might take some more time and power to fix and heal as well as detoxify it from the Positive Masculine energy.

plus another reason why it is bad, may have to do with the annunaki gene, I still think is is possible and there was a Adam and Eve that are all of humanity's Primordial Ancestors but they had lived a very VERY super ancient long time ago before Adam, Lilith and Eve.

and the Adam, Lilith and Eve we know, are possibly one of the early humans who were born from the hybridization of using Annunaki DNA & Homo-Erectus DNA which would result in the birth of a new type of humanity known as Homo-Sapiens which are also known as Humans. I'm weird and I don't have to follow the same theories on how we got here, I can also believe in the science and creation of evolution.

that yeah we were created by Co-Creators, but some other beings like the Annunaki came and kind of did some stuff that caused well the whole balance with the Masculine and Feminine to become very fragile and it taking centuries to get a bit more better even with the problems that are still going on with the Toxic-Masculine, as well as a bit from the Toxic-Feminine as well.

it still doesn't help that some who are Masculine Aligned, ends up doing something so harmful that it ends up hurting the Feminine even more and could be seen as Domestic Abuse To The Feminine.

then again, I might be the only one who views it that way...

I get that it is like some form of twisted justice, but them thinking it is the "right way" may have to do with the Toxic-Masculine side taking control and influence on them, which is why they need to be healed and have that bad type of masculine energy, detoxified from them, so the good and positive masculine energy can grow stronger and be in balance with it's feminine side.

it is possible that not all other Earth Angels will agree, and I guess I'm fine with that...if I have to pull a Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz on my own without any other help from Other Earth Angels, it's okay.

speaking of the whole "Pink/Rose", I had found out about a video and well even watched it because it seem interesting.

it has to do with Angelic Color of Birth Months...

January is Deep-Blue

February is Violet

March is Light-Green

April is Clear-White

May is Soft-Pink

June is Light-Blue

July is Ruby-Red

August is Golden-Yellow

September is Indigo

October is Opalescent-White

November is Deep-Purple

December is Silver...

the name of the video is Discover Your Angelic Color Unveiling The Vibrant Spectrum of Birth Month Connections which the youtube channel is called Celestial Inspiration.

that video they uploaded and I ended up finding by chance or luck, seemed really interesting to me.

the color Soft-Pink for May is interesting, plus I think I wouldn't mind if my ethereal wings weren't just violet but having a pink color, too.

I wouldn't mind if my ethereal wings were fully pink with violet highlights maybe at the tip ends of the wings.

and the Soft-Pink color being a Angelic Color on the Month I was born and what I'm trying to do and my new belief (which is my believing in both the Heavenly Father & Earthly Mother) ends up reminding me of Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz and The Crystal Gems.

well that and that "Stronger Than You" Parody Song that is suppose to be sang by Rose Quartz. and the parody is by Rachel Michelle.

I love Steven Universe, plus even if I can still like Rose and Greg, it doesn't mean I wont still view them as Gray-Parents as well as being people who during their selfishness, even if there was a mix of good intentions...ended up hurting their family.

like with Greg it being his parents as well as his cousin Marty who is Steven's Honorary Uncle, then later Steven.

Rose ending up hurting White, Yellow and Blue with her faking her own shattering. even though she was doing good, she hurt those who loved her and even Steven who didn't really know her but the stories told by those that both loved and knew her.

I can still like those two, but I guess it can be like mix feelings, since Pink Diamond had purposely hurt Spinel by having her stand perfectly still until she came back.

Bee The Queen Embodiment of Gluttony and Bel The Queen Embodiment of Sloth from Helluva Boss, should punch Pink Diamond until she poofs and then bubble her.

Moon Butterfly in my view, has done far worse than Greg and Rose.

I love SVTFOE, but the whole scapegoating the magic instead of keeping the blame on Moon who misused the magic and cost Quirky his life and placing all other innocent lives of both Mewman and Monster, was not okay. if the day wasn't saved on time, even if it did involve scapegoating the magic and destroying it.

Eclipsa Butterfly's Husband Globgor and other Monsters who were hit by the very magic that was being used by Solarian Warriors, which was cast upon them by Moon herself...

they, the monsters would of lost their lives.

which by the way, even if they weren't hit by Moon's hands. she would still be at fault for causing the deaths of innocent people.

and even if it was a Solarian Warrior that had hit Quirky, which would then end up leading to him dying, but Moon is still responsible for his death, even if she didn't hit him with the magic weapon that would ultimately lead to his death...

I also have a theory about the whole Angelic Steel that makes Angelic Blessing Weapons from both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, and I will talk about it after I get this posted up.

I hope I'm wrong about Lilith from Hazbin Hotel, that she isn't as selfish or toxic-feminine as she seems, because even the Lilith from our universe has a good reason why she became the way she did...which was no thanks to the younger self of Peepaw Adam who was a spoiled entitled brat during his youth and the three angels didn't make things any better either...it is possible that the whole Adam being a brat in his younger days, may have to do with the Annunaki Gene.

but if it does turn out that Lilith from Hazbin Hotel is a selfish, egotistical, toxic-feminine two faced witch...

it be nice if Bee and Bel kick her butt.

I guess if it does turn out she is not as sweet and kind as Charlie thinks, it could mean that if Adam did come back as a Sinner, he would become a bit better even if he keeps his jerky side but ends up changing a bit....while Lilith becomes not very redeemable.

but if it turns out she is even more bad than The Vee Trio (which I still think Valentino may have a slight split personality, like possibly three of them....do those that work on the show read fan fics with Crossover AU like Hazformers by Blitzy-Blitzwing...or is it just a very weird coincidence...? I mean with how Valentino talks in the show most of the time, with his sweet and calm voice seeming super adorkable...it does make me wonder if he does have three split personalities and don't know it....I'm so fan-headcanon that theory.) and it wouldn't be surprising if she is the one who is hurting Alastor, that she is the one who Alastor made a deal with.

well since both her and Lucifer are divorced, the adorkable apple goober who is also a precious cinnamon-roll, could probably find someone better....which to some fans, that would be Alastor.

Alastor is a Precious Strawberry Muffin & Lucifer is a Precious Cinnamon Apple Roll that must be protected from her...

anyway in this drawing it has Sari, in a type of Seraphim form, which I guess it would be her Winner form, but also still making her a Seraphim.

Chara is in a Sinner form in this drawing, which happens to be like a Fawn, it is thanks to a fan fic I read before that made me loved the idea of Chara being Alastor's daughter.

this version of Chara being Alastor's daughter, (well nonbinary-girl daughter who's pronouns are she/her & they/them...) her full name is Charlotte because well the name Chara is a diminutive of the name Charlotte, so the name Chara is pronounce like how Lucifer calls his daughter Charlie by "Char-Char" so this version of Chara's name isn't pronounced like "Kara" but "Char-rah" instead.

also even though I do like the idea of the pilot version of Clara being like a sister of both Odette and Clara, even if it is just in the Fanon.

her name being Clarice can be spelled a bit different, which is why in this drawing I decided to spell it "Klarice" instead of "Clarice"...

Charlie's Dad in a Cinnamon-Roll costume just seem like a good idea, plus the whole me wanting to draw him in such a costume was just me being weird...but I hope some fans of both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, like the whole him being in a Cinnamon-Roll costume.

anyway I'm gonna hurry up and post this up, and check out some fan art on here and then I will get to work on writing that theory about that angelic steel from the universe of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. and hope some like this Crossover drawing, and the whole Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel being in a Cinnamon-Roll Costume. XD

[anovainspace]

𝐅𝐀𝐐 (𝐗𝐗𝐗!𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒)

✉ ❝YOU HAVE MAIL!❞

major tags;; xxx!sans , delivery!sans , delivery

✦ what’s the basic information?

“a workaholic skeleton that works with two out-codes (monster and human) to deliver mail/letters throughout the multiverse.”

“if wanting to know more about his personality; he’s just a knowledgeable skeleton that knows too much but says too little. don’t tempt him into a brawl, you don’t want to mess with him; he might look harmless and laid back but he knows a thing or two.”

✦ do they have a cannon outfit? do they have an alternative outfit? is it okay if i make an outfit for them?

he does have a casual outfit! they also have an alternative outfit!

you can make another outfit! (if you don’t mind if you can @ me? i would love to see and link them/it!)

✦ what are their stats?

[LV. XXX] [HP. 0.5/0.5] [ATK. 01] [EXP. XXX] [DEF. 0(1)]

 ✦ what pronouns do they go by?

officially, xxx!sans goes by he/him, but i personally don’t mind if you use they/them or she/her (it’s a skeleton idk what you expect

✦ do they have a birthday?

april 08

 ✦ what nicknames do they go by?

outsider/out-codes/people who met them calls them the “the redemption” or “mr.script”

xxx!frisk calls him “mr.script” or just “script”

xxx!gaster calls him by his original name

✦ what are their abilities/powers/etc?

teleportation (ability): just like any other sans (or more like the original one), he too can just use his magic to teleport himself place to place (or more specifically; AU to AU).

gaster blaster (weapon): two gaster blaster (one looking more damage than the other) and they do act similar to the original universe (Undertale) except for their eye(socket) colors.

bone(s) (weapon): can change to two types; regular and blue (which means to stop).

“emittet” (weapon): when the victim/person used their attack/magic on him, he can use card-like weapons to trap/capture the attack/magic and throw it back at them.

✦ what’s their cannon height? age?

based on this post from NovaStar on steam called “Character Heights” xxx!sans is taller than the original sans. (sans = 5’0, xxx!sans = 5’3)

I don't have a cannon age for them, but I do have a cannon age-range; xxx!sans is young adult to adult

✦ what au’s do send their letters/visit?

anywhere!

✦ what’s xxx!sans font?

comic sans (lmao)

✦ what’s their relationship with the other two outcodes?

xxx!frisk: he see them as a younger sibling. their relationship was rocky from the beginning, but overtime they became the duo/a team.

xxx!gaster: both of them are on neutral terms, they both have the same goal but it doesn’t mean they have the same method of achieving that goal. 

overall: they see them as (chaotic) family :)

✉ ❝TO MY DEAREST FRIEND!❞

✦ what’s their relationship(s) with people/monsters (individuals)?

(Core) Frisk: finds the kid weird, but not really against seeing or talking to them

Error (Sans): on bad terms, script didn’t like how he (Error) keeps interrupting his information-gathering of AU’s

Ink (Sans): talks to him only when (xxx!)gaster is also there, but script’s intuition says to keep his distance from that out-code

✦ what’s their relationship(s) with people/monsters (aus/timelines)?

UnderTale (Pacifist): only been there (apparently) twice with xxx!frisk, but in reality he’s been there (secretly) multiple times. 

UnderFell (Pacifist): likes to talk to his other-self a lot about things. 

UnderSwap (Pacifist): it was a long process, but was able to befriend majority of them, and can consider them as best-friend(s)

UnderGut: locked (currently) 

(note: this will be updated if i get more questions and are becoming repetitive)

[thebutterflyprince]

rating undertale aus

but theyre only the ones from this school desk ink video(s) cause im lazy

undertale the original game - the man the myth the legend. 10/10

undersail - the concept of undertale as pirates is really funny. 7/10

underfell - i dont know why undertale but red/black color scheme and edgy  and everyones an asshole is so funny to me but its SO funny to me. 9/10

inktale - im like 90% sure this is a sans-only one but when i was like 11 i fucking LOVED ink sans i had an ink sans minecraft skin at one point he gets a 9/10 for nostalgia and also an epic design

dancetale - groovy moves also the art of this one was really pretty. i think this would make a fun game 9/10

errortale - another sans only one im like fairly sure most of errors design is just sans but colors inverted which is super funny. 7/10

aftertale - i gotta be honest most of my knowledge of this fucker is from the christmas party dub but gets a solid 6/10 anyway

sugartale - i never knew what this one was?? i dont think it has a undertale au wiki page? but im like fairly sure its just undertale but with candy designs so like 7/10 i think its cool

outertale - 10/10. its undertale in space i dont need to elaborate

mafiatale - another 10/10. why is the cast of undertale in the mafia? who fucking knows. but its funny as hell

core!tale- i think this one was just frisk but aside from seeing them on like random askblogs i have no idea what this one is about? like 5/10 im so neutral on this one dude

reapertale - the designs for this one fucking slap the concept is also epic 10/10

westerntale - again ive never heard of this one outside of this fucking video but the concept of cowboy undertale is enough for me to give it a 9/10

freshtale - what the fuck was up with this one. sans was some 90s skater guy in rainbow outfits. i ahve no idea if any of the other cast was here. i think sans was posessed by some evil parasite? literally no fucking idea. 10/10

underlust - 0/10 im aroace

chesstale - i dont cvufckng know what this one si? i dont know if they ARE the chess pieces or if they PLAY chess? the art doesnt help?? 3/10 i dont know how to play chess

horrortale - this one had interesting lore but i dont actually rmeember it. what happened here. idk. 6/10

mettatale - this one might have been that one au that like mettaton takes over the underground after a neutral run? but why does everyone have mettaton legs???????????????? 7/10 it has comedic potential

flowerfell - automatic 0/10 for the ship otherwise couldve been a cool concept

underswap - dont know what happened here there was some nuclear explosion in this fandom. about 90% of the explosion was sans. solid 8/10 i think they all have fun designs even if people only cared about sans and maybe papyrus if youre lucky. you guys are not tapping into the potential the temmie and flowey swap has??

storyshift - this one holds a place in my heart i used to LOVE storyshift but like mostly chara and asriel i thought their designs were SOOOO cute. 9/10 for nostalgia points

nightmaretale - i honest to god forget what this one is but the cover image for it its weird. its giving me 4/10 vibes so 4/10

birdtale - another one ive NEVER heard of outside of this video but i think undertale except they all have sick wings is a great concept. i love wings 9/10

pokétale - i love pokémon aus. 8/10

fantasytale - i dont know fucking anything about this one dude 3/10 just cause i dont know ANYTHING about it. it doesnt deserve that low im sure but like i just dont know ANYTHIGN about it

traveltale - i gotta be honest i like have 0 idea what this is. the name doesnt convey much either ?????????????????? 3/10 until i find out more

underland - i assume this is like alice in wonderland undertale but tbh... i dont care for alice in wonderland. 4/10

littletale - i never liked it when i was younger and i still dont really get the appeal honestly 2/10 tho cause some of the art was cute

undertone - i assume this is a music one??? i dont know anything about this one 6/10 tho i love anything music based

understeam - steampunks not my favorite but its pretty cool 6/10

thank you for reading my undertale au reviews. im going to forget about this post in like 5 minutes

[writing-biting]

Do you know what this world needs? More Undertale AUs!

Thanks to a particular way an anon wrote an ask that was sent to @undertale-writing-times , and my lack in brain cells, a prompt was formed:

"horrormafiaswap error"

@undertale-writing-times and I exchanged glances and decided to bring the creature into existence. Let's take this from the top, shall we?

(Note: I don't know at which part my brain turned into spaghetti, but that definitely happened. I really hope this is coherent. Also I don't know it I added enough swap juice, it's just swap isn't like a particular thing, it's just yknow. Frick)

This Alternate Universe takes place on the surface, in a world where the monster v human war never occurred. Despite this, the tensions between monsters and humans are, well, tense. The story of the AU takes place in a large and (naturally) corrupt city that is overrun with crime. Many small gangs ran amok, monster and human alike. But we focus on a large mafia that controls the East End of the city.

Admittedly, the line between mafia and 'a bunch of serial killers that help each other out' is a little blurry. Unlike most mafias, which prioritized money, control and finance, they prioritized body counts. They had some involvement in selling body parts on the black market, but many members struggled to keep the bodies in usable pieces which severely limited that route.

The head of the family is named Alphys and her right hand (and wife) is Dr. Undyne. Alphys is known for her careless displays of cruelty and her wisdom on when to implement it.

Dr. Undyne is known for her medicinal knowledge and her fascination with cutting people into small pieces. No one is sure if she actually has a doctorate and everyone knows better than to ask.

Among the members of the mafia are Ink and Error. Ink is known for his responsibility, efficiency and no nonsense attitude when it comes to the workings of the mafia. He takes no joy in hurting others, and gets his happiness from completing tasks and feeling purpose. He is easily angered and tends to be smug. His specialty was assassinations.

Error on the other hand was careless. He sported bright smiles that he barely felt and laughed with his whole body. He rarely got attached to things and focused on what was fun rather than what was important. The only thing he could possibly be considered careful with was his own life. There was one person that Error looked out for and it was himself, though he'd try to convince you that he was everything but. A big talker, ridiculously chill and a hopeless liar. Error rarely felt angry, or any emotions at all for that matter and thrived on bursts of adrenaline. Error enjoyed tearing living things apart with his bare hands, but was rarely able or allowed to.

Plot ramble/idea here:

(Blah blah blah Error gets captured and with a mixture of betrayal and bribery gets his name cleared and lands everyone in the mafia but Ink in prison. Obviously, Ink is pissed but what's he gonna do about it, cry? No! He breaks them out. Of course, this takes ten years (in which he goes a little bit crazy) and the prisons are inhumane and whatnot (they weren't executed on the grounds of there not being enough evidence to back up most/all of the murders and whatnot). Basically, the inhumane prison leaves them coming out severely weirder than before (and they were already freaking weird). After everyone escapes, they hunt Error down for some sweet sweet revenge. Our boi, Error, has been committing some murders on the side, for fun or whatever. Anyhow they beat him up and leave him barely alive. They smash a hole in his skull and say that he'll remember them by the pain, if he lives. And you guessed it, he totally lives. And his head has a hole in it. This makes him even more cheery, detached and senile. It finally hits Ink that Error didn't betray him to the cops or something and I guess they make up, idk)

Notes: pre-betrayal no one is insane just really evil, post betrayal everyone is severely brain chomped and just as evil as before.

[chipper-asks]

Not at all trying to start anything (someones probably gonna take it that way though, cause people) but it's nice to see someone else who stopped making Undertale stuff cause the fandom got weird.. used to enjoy making aus and characters for it, but then things got weird and I dipped out. Now I just enjoy cool Hollow Knight bugs and cool artists like you who make amazing content (HK or not <3)

Aa!! Thank you!

And yeah, what happened with the AUs in the undertale fandom is largely what drove me away from it, and that’s ironic coming from a person who pops out a new au every month or so.

but what happened with the AUs is that you got AUs of AUs and then AUs of AUs of AUs which really started to detach the characters from the main game. You also needed meta-knowledge from being in the fandom to even understand some of the AUs so it got a bit confusing for new players joining the fandom space.

Because of that I don’t combine my AUs (as fun as some combinations would be.) I try to keep my AUs just one “what if” away from canon

pale jester = What if PK was apart of the Troupe? shitlordau = What if Ghost went back in time? Hubble Knight = What if they were in sPAAAAACE?!

[undersprite]

This Game’s Winner IS...

It has been quite the few months, haven’t they? In spite of the current situation going on in the world, everyone still managed to turn out great comics! I would like to preface this by thanking everyone that participated in the sprite comic contest. 

I admit I had my shortcomings in managing it, and I feel I could’ve done things differently (and better) in general. But alas, we’re here now. It’s been a long journey, but now, I’ll proceed to announce the winners of this year’s sprite comic AU contest!

1st. Deflowered - By Subna

Deflowered takes a rather familiar premise; Asriel takes Frisk’s SOUL, and attempts to reset the timeline. However, unlike any AU (I’ve seen at least), Frisk takes Asriel back to before the events that led to Chara’s death. With his new knowledge of events to come, he tries to set things right and prevent their plan from coming into fruition, much to Chara’s disapproval. 

Graphically, the AU like most in this contest, it reuses some of Undertale’s assets, but it features original sprites for every character in the comic, along with a new battle UI for Asriel. It also features a “Once Upon a Time” intro scene, which is a great plus for contextualizing the AU. Some of the angled sprites do look a bit weird, but they don’t really detract from the comic (aside form a few exceptions).

Writing wise, it’s an interesting take on a post-flowey Asriel. And the story manages to push you through each of the emotional beats through the comic. Chara’s conflict with Asriel, and their resolution in the battle is what really makes the comic for me as well. 

I had a serious hard time choosing between Union of Two SOULs and Deflowered for the first place, but while Uo2S covers more ground story-wise, and arguably has a more intriguing concept, Deflowered tells a concise story without needing to take leaps across time to tell it. 

From what’s been implied with the “Chapter 1” subtitle, there will probably be more to come from this AU. I would highly recommend staying tuned, because if what’s to come is as good as its first chapter, then I am confident Subna has something special on their hands.

2nd. Union of Two Hearts - By @chaos-fantazy​

Union of Two hearts follows the story of Frisk and Toriel, the latter of which gives up her SOUL to ensure Frisk will be strong enough to leave through the barrier, and how said change affects the story at large. 

Writing wise, this comic covers the most ground out of any in the contest: it spans throughout the entire story, skipping to key points in the story that give a general idea of what the story beats are like, and how Frisk and Toriel react to them- as well as how they evolve. The writing itself for the characters is pretty top-notch overall. 

However, I think my main gripe is that for being one of the main characters, Toriel herself comes across as pretty… Unfinished. It’s hard to put into letters, but it feels as though because of how the scenes are set, there’s not much room to see how her point of view is changed. Though, one could fill in the gaps with enough imagination. 

The ending featuring Chara is certainly intriguing, but I feel as though there should’ve been someplace before where it was implied they were there, it feels like they come out of the blue.

It’s one of the longest comics overall, and it manages to pace through the story relatively quickly. I feel as though some of the scenes should’ve lasted a bit longer pre judgement hall, because as I stated previously, it somewhat hurts Toriel’s arc.

Graphically, it’s serviceable. The sprites created for Frisk are pretty neat, and seeing them grow up because of Toriel’s magic influence through the comic is a treat. Asgore’s sprites for his fight are also really good, along with the attack designs. It does use a lot of Undertale Assets, but it also does go through the entirety of the Underground, so it’s understandable they wouldn’t make all new assets for it. All the original poses made for some of the characters are neat as well, they add to the flavor of it.

Overall, I think the comic is fantastic, but the rapid fire of scenes and jumps across time kind of break it for me. The AU itself has a lot of room to grow, but this comic does a good job of establishing it and its story.

3rd. Undertale: ###### trial - by @nonsensical-questions​

This comic is also a rather intriguing one in concept: In Waterfall, Gaster invites Frisk to a series of ‘tests’, and they face off against his followers. The comic is essentially one long fight against the followers, concluding with a brief exchange with Gaster. 

Writing-wise, the character interactions between Frisk and the followers are pretty engaging, Gaster is also well written. The flavor texts and explanations are very well done as well, it does feel  like something you would see in Undertale, and overall the fight doesn’t feel like it drags one second, despite its length.

Graphically, it’s in an interesting position in which it has original assets for some of the fights, but it also borrows from UT’s unused elements for its attacks. The use of these are very creative. Overall, the attacks in general are more creative than a lot of the fights in the contest, not one attack is repeated.

The fight really is what puts the comic above the rest, I feel. The creativity on display with the use of UT assets, writing throughout the fight, and the build up to the meeting with Gaster is very good. I think that it legitimately earns its 3rd position in its execution alone.

I’d like to congratulate the winners for their hard work! 

That’s not all, however. More people put effort into their comics, and while they didn’t manage to win, they still deserve major recognition! Which is why they’ll be linked below

You can read the reviews for the runner ups here. 

With all that being said, I’d like to once again thank everyone for partaking in this contest, while we had our highs and lows, you guys made this a wonderful experience. 

Once the contestants post their entries, they will be properly reblogged and linked to in the blog.

With that being said, the discord server will remain up for as long as its active, so if you wish to talk with any of the participants, you can do so over there.

[xladymalice]

Weird thoughts

Sometimes, even if it’s not too often, I wonder, if people like, remember me.

I mean, I know the most of you cookies follow me for my past passion with Undertale. Yet, at the same time, I wonder if the knowledge is still there... before the downfall of Tumblr, that there was this passionate artist who tried to make something out of blunt SM-AU-stuff something entirely new.

Before Tumblr killed itself, it has been much easier to reach out and develope new content (to spread it, which is hard now).

Everyone seemed to enjoy the past commission about “the very first time”, yet, it received was less attention and support than “Blue’s heat” series.

So I know there are super cute followers who pay me attention (and really, I can’t express how much it means) although I can not be as active as I used to be. (Especially since my head got stuck in the MHA fandom)

However. I can’t really stop wondering about all that. Maybe it would be easier to rebuild the empire of what I’ve created here. Then again, I don’t wanna be reduced to this fandom only...

I guess that’s just artist life, trying to rise again, whenever you walk into new directions and reach out for new horizons.

Don’t mind me, I’m just blurting out weird stuff again

[proxylynn]

Lynchtale: File Name Game of Death #1

Chapter 1: Death is Not an Escape

WARNING: THIS IS A MATURE STORY THAT WILL HAVE BLOOD, GORE, PSYCHOLOGICAL SURVIVAL HORROR, HEAVY CURSING, AND LIKELY SEXUAL THEMES/BONING. I DO NOT OWN UNDERTALE, THAT BELONGS TO LORD TOBY FOX. I DO NOT OWN DEAD BY DAYLIGHT, THAT BELONGS TO BEHAVIOUR DIGITAL INC.. I DON'T OWN THE AU'S THAT SOME OF THE CHARACTERS COME FROM, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS. I DON'T OWN THE IDEA FOR LYNCHTALE, THAT BELONGS TO PUNNYSIDEUP (AKA. SANSFULPUNS). WHAT I DO OWN IS MY SELF-INSERT OC ANOMALY LYNSIE AND THE LOVE OF FAN PARODY. IF YOU'RE STILL READING THIS, THEN CONGRATULATIONS ON EITHER BEING ONE WITH STRONG DETERMINATION OR A ENDLESS WILL TO OVERCOME THE CHALLENGE OF STOMACHING WHAT I HAVE IN MIND. EITHER WAY, IF YOU LIKE THIS AND/OR MY OTHER CONTENT, SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE ETERNAL PUNISHMENT. HAVE FUN SINNERS. ^_^

Life can be a little unfair at times and very lonely. So seemed to be the case with a nutty woman named Lynsie. Her life was fairly typical, uneventful as most would say. Growing up poor? Check. Middle child issues? Check. Parents divorcing due to reasons they couldn't explain to a child but as an adult were simple/retarded in hindsight? Check. No friends because all the world is a bunch of scummy assholes so why even bother? Check again. That is probably what someone would say if you could find anyone that knew her. She kept to herself and that was her biggest flaw. Though to her credit, there wasn't a time when she needed anyone. If a problem came to her, she'd think up a way overcome it, whether it was the right way was up to interpretation. Being alone made her mind work in ways normal people didn't understand. This was only an issue when in social situations as, used to only fending for herself, she was not a team player. Her antisocial tendencies only pushed others away more, leading her to delve deeper inward and eventually crushing her under the weight of loneliness/depression. This would get her to seek ways to fill the void in her soul where companionship had shriveled to death, and that thing was getting lost. Now that isn't some cute clever thing. She would literally go out into God only knows where, stay there, and then only when the need to return home came would she find her way back with nothing more than knowledge/skill. This behavior was concerning at first. I mean, wouldn't you be worried too if a family member vanishes for days on end? Even when she left blatant clues and information behind, her family would still go nuts till she came home. She was never gone for more than a few days to a week. Something about being away in nature, places with no humans to remind her of the emptiness inside that others were able to avoid with ease, just brought a sense of peace to her wary soul. She could forget all the worries, cares, and pain even if only for a little while. Though perhaps this was one escape too many for her. For this time...she wouldn't be coming back.

Cold. Dread. Smoke. Something...unsettling. These odd senses start to come to me as I stir from the blackness of unconsciousness. There's an eerie grip on my heart that slowly crawls over my skin as it fades yet lingers while my eyes strain to open. I can hear muffled voices, some male and some female. But there is one more that I can't identify. This soft guttural groan of a voice that whispers in my skull like a fleeting memory. I swear it says something half-way between language and pure terror. He's dead? Something like that. Maybe? A blur moves into my line of sight, what I can only guess is a hand waving in my face. Recalling that I was alone in the middle of the woods only moments ago, I understandably slightly overreact and end up grabbing this blur's arm before punching their gut as hard as I can in this fogy state. The blur falls over and I see more move in to help the downed one. My dull senses try to process everything around me as definition resets sluggishly, such as making out a bonfire and the chill of the wind rustling the trees around this unfamiliar campsite. Suddenly I'm grabbed from behind, arms looping in my own to lock them behind my head, restraining me for their safety. I snarl, making the one holding me fidget in concerned confusion. My senses begin to get better enough as one brave more human-shaped blur moves to stand in front of me. It looks timid but they are at least trying.

"H-Hey...just calm down. We're not here to hurt you."

My snarling increases as I bare my teeth threateningly at this wimp of a man, judging by the voice.

"Please?"

"*annoyed groan* Let me give it a shot."

Another figure approaches and slaps me across the face.

"Hey, bitch, you're outnumbered. If we wanted to fuck with you we would've done it by now. So get your panties out of a bunch and stop being a huge cunt."

This woman pisses me off.

"I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth!"

"I'd like to see you try!"

"Hey!"

Another woman, based on voice, comes over and shines a flashlight in my eyes, making me hiss in harsher blindness.

"You need to settle down. We aren't your enemies. And you...Your attitude isn't helping."

"*scoff* Whatever."

Their bickering allows the spots in my sight to clear and now I'm back to clarity. The pissy one was right, they do outnumber me. There are seventeen of them, ten guys and seven girls. Another thing I notice is the area. I have no clue where this place is, but it's not where I was before. This area of the woods seems to have no day or night, just a perpetual intolerable gloom in the form of a miasma that blankets the woods yet doesn't touch the campfire zone. What the fuck is this? My visible confusion makes the man holding me let go.

"I know, this is very weird. But we'll explain it as best we can. Just promise not to hit anyone, okay?"

I have no real choice here. I'm in an unknown location with random unknown people. Any explanation would do me wonders as the moment they ask if I remember how I got here I draw a complete blank. Once gathered around the fire they proceed to inform me that this is not Earth anymore, but a fake realm made by something dubbed the Entity. The Entity is a nameless being that lives in the space between our world and our imagination, the kind of place only revealed in dreams. To obtain its source of sustenance, The Entity reaches out into the hearts of susceptible victims and corrupts them into performing hideous acts of violence, because the only way for it to manifest itself in the real world is through an act of violence so extreme, that it results in fatalities. Once this event has taken place, The Entity has a handhold into our world, being able to pull people through this weak spot into its nightmarish construct, the Realms of The Entity. The first victims are the corrupted ones, those pushed to do the deeds that summoned this ancient evil in the first place...the Killers. Prey for The Entity comes in the form of uncorrupted victims...the Survivors. Normal people who stumble into these corrupted areas and are pulled through by The Entity with no memory of how it happened. Once they awaken by The Campfire in the nightmare, there is no escape for them anymore. The Entity builds a reflection of the real world in its construct to confuse the Survivors. Unable though to understand the true nature of the world it touches, it tries to replicate it as best it can, although it never quite gets it right. As a result, the world is an ever-changing nightmarish fusion of familiar and strange elements as The Entity makes up what it cannot comprehend. In its Realm, The Entity is everything that one sees except for the Killers and Survivors, meaning it is part of what it creates. In this bizarre world, there are several familiar parts. The areas and their Realms are based on the world it infects and there are strange mechanical Generators that the Survivors can power up to open two Exit Gates or a hatch that will open when only one remains. If they succeed they will escape, although only back to The Campfire that they started from. The Entity feeds on strong emotions, for example, the Killer's rage, the Survivors' desperation, hope, or even affection towards other Survivors. Sort of like an Emotion Vampire. The easiest way for it to procure those strong emotions is through the never-ending trials, invoking hope in Survivors towards an escape from the nightmarish construct. The actual process of feeding itself comes in the form of the sacrifices. It is through that bizarre ritual that The Entity can extract the nourishment it needs to increase its power and sustain itself. With each passing death, a little of the Survivor's soul is lost. Eventually, as all hope evaporates, the Survivor becomes less and less useful to the Entity, slowly devolving into a cold and emotionless shell. These lost Survivors, whose hope has long since left them, are eventually thrown into what is known as "The Void", a limbo full of such empty shells. A weird thing is that once a year, The Entity undergoes a purge, which infests it with blight. The blight manifests itself in the form of cankers spawning throughout the Realms, which bloom into pustules from which a mysterious nectar can be harvested. Escaping from the grounds always takes the survivors back to the campfire, and offerings can be created to be burnt at it and appeal for the Entity's favor. Since the Entity feeds off the hope of the survivors to escape, it helps them just as much as the killers, acting as an impartial observer of the hunt, stepping in only to claim those hung on its hooks.

Needless to say, I find this a bit much and call bullshit. I attempt to leave them by finding my way back into the woods to a more familiar place. They warn me not to do this. That to leave the fire means to put yourself in great danger, possibly even running into one of the killers that like to taunt and freak out the survivors. Again, I claim this as a massive steaming load and enter the foggy woods.

This does not end well.

I tried to march my way out of these forsaken woods to no avail. Aside from the fog being super thick and nearly impossible to see in, but the sounds are disorientating as hell. From the echoing caws of crows to indescribable growls, I regretted this choice quickly. Then I saw something I can't explain. Something was stalking in the darkness, a being in a human form, even though "human" is an exaggeration. No, this thing was a monster. A shadow of its former self, a horrid shadow. I just manage to escape by dropping to the ground and creepy crawling back following my footprint impressions. Back at camp, I am more willing to believe them and their odd information that they themselves got from a journal left by a man named Benedict Baker whom they've never seen. Yeah...They really make it hard to believe shit is real with things like that. They swear the guy is alive out there somewhere even though they told me the guy's been in this world since 1956 and I'm from 2019. They tell me that means nothing as the Entity can rip anyone from all across time which sounds like a lot of convenient bullshit. But what the fuck do I know? I'm no interdimensional god expert. I don't know of its powers.

Lame exposition aside, I introduce myself to the group and they do the same back. The timid mad from before is Dwight Fairfield, a nervous leader and possessing a purple soul. Dwight was geeky and scrawny through high school. He always wanted to be one of the cool kids, but somehow never had the charisma. He tried out for the football team but was cut, the basketball team didn't even take a look, and his grades were distinctly below average. One weekend, on a team-building exercise from his dead-end job, Dwight's boss led them deep into the woods before breaking out his family recipe moonshine. Dwight remembered taking the first sip before waking up late the next morning all alone. During the night, the others had abandoned him. Once again, the laughing stock of the community Dwight tried to hike his way out of the woods. That was the last anyone ever heard of Dwight Fairfield. Dwight isn't the typical guy you think of when someone says "Survivor". He lacks that certain pizzazz and without his glasses, he's more or less blind. But as the sun sets and the woods come alive, Dwight clasps to his rat race life, making sure that he'll live to see another day even though something unimaginable is after him. Dwight won't stop. He'll survive no matter what. As others spent hours being seen in high school. He spent hours becoming invisible and avoiding danger. And it doesn't matter if it's dangers in the hallway or dangers in the woods. Survival is key. As other employees panic when terror infects them, Dwight makes use of his disturbing teen experience. The tables have now turned and now others need to follow to Dwight's firm directions if they are to survive as he knows how to disappear.

The pissy cunt is Nea Karlsson, an urban artist and possesses an orange soul. Nea is of Swedish descent, a tagger and a bit of a troublemaker. She started rebelling when she was 16, she dyed her hair black and cut it in a way she liked it. In her early teens, her parents thought she lacked that thing that makes everyone else "normal". She may have gone too far when her friends, not thinking well, dared her to tag the old asylum. She was never seen again and now tries her best to survive the Entity's dangers. Nea grew up in the small town of Hjo in Sweden. She had a happy childhood even though her mom and dad worked hard. As the opportunity to move to the US became a reality she started acting out. Her parents didn't pick up on this as a reaction to their move. Nea was forced to leave her friends and life behind. Nea shied away from what her parents considered "normal". Instead, she took refuge in skate parks, and her tag "Mashtyx" was seen more or less all over her new hometown, and Nea made a sport out of tagging government buildings. Finally, Nea's parents became used to Nea disappearing for a few days on end. As she's nimble and almost catlike, she's able to evade deadly dangers. Years on skateboards have proven worthy training. And keeping her head down, avoiding the fuzz can be applied to all dangers. The only question is whether she has some interest in not giving up.

The woman of reasoning that blinded me is Laurie Strode, a determined survivor and possessing a red soul. You never know what matters in life until you've realized it might end soon. Laurie is one of those who just want a quiet life in the suburbs, hanging out with friends, family and maybe go on a date or two. Laurie is a typical teenager. You could pass her on the street and not think twice. She does her homework and is liked by her friends, teachers, and family. A simple night of babysitting turns into something that will forever change the course of her young life. A knife swooshing through the air. Screams from afar. Noises that plays tricks with her mind. But not Laurie, she's made of something stronger. Something that won't give up.

The man that held me back is William "Bill" Overbeck, an old soldier and possesses a blue soul. It took two tours in Vietnam, a handful of medals, a knee full of shrapnel, and an honorable discharge to get William "Bill" Overbeck to stop fighting and try to live a peaceful life. He hated it. After decades spent drifting aimlessly through dead-end jobs, Bill went in for a routine surgery and woke up to find the world he knew was gone. A plague was turning normal people into mindless killing machines. Naturally, the first thing he did was fight his way home and put on his uniform. Making his way through rural ghost towns and pitch-black forests, he found other Survivors, and together they fled from the infected hordes. In the end, Bill sacrificed himself to ensure their safety. Bill was left for dead. No one knows that he still has the only thing he ever wanted: an enemy to fight endlessly.

The tired-looking man is Quentin Smith, a resolute dreamwalker and possessing a red soul. When he heard that his friend Nancy's mother had disappeared, Quentin Smith knew instantly that their success had been short-lived. Although their plan had seemed to work flawlessly, Dream Killer had beaten death yet again. But Quentin wasn't about to give up. It may take many attempts, but he vowed that somehow they would find a way to beat it, once and for all. If he didn't, it would only be a matter of time before that thing would win and Nancy was lost. Someone like Quentin never attracted attention in a library, no matter how strange the texts he requested. He devoured all the information he could find, on shared dream worlds, lucid dreaming, and the methods to control the dream space. Forcing himself to stay awake, via a steady diet of pills and energy drinks, he searched through dusty volumes, finding myths about the demons that live in dreams, trapping their victims in limbo and feeding off their terror. He worked quickly as he knew that the killer would soon be coming for him. It wasn't long before that moment arrived and it began appearing in his dreams. He stayed at the periphery at first, taunting Quentin, seemingly hoping to tire him out. Using all that he had learned, Quentin was able to see flaws in the dream; cracks where escape routes could be formed. He tested this skill carefully, not wanting to show his hand, hoping that it would give him some kind of advantage that he could use to defeat that thing. Then, one night, he found himself in the familiar environment of Badham Preschool. the killer had tired of the taunting and had finally decided to gut him. Quentin ran through the school, his quick eyes scanning for something useful in the maze of rooms. He found a can of paint thinner and quickly formulated a plan. Once the trap was set, he waited, acting as the lure to draw the murderer into the right position. And there it was, claws scraping on metal as he closed in for the kill. Quentin allowed himself time to enjoy the surprise on that thing's face as the corridor ignited and then he was away, running through the building, heading for the exit that he knew existed. If he harried it, weakening it and then escaping the dream, surely that would defeat him over time? Before his eyes, the cracks in the dream closed and his escape route was blocked. He was in the killer's secret room again, and there was nowhere to run. As it closed in, a broad grin spreading across its ruined face, Quentin was consumed with a need to see this thing finally obliterated. He wished it had been him, not his father, who threw the gas can that ended it's life, that it had been him who cut its throat. Perhaps that desire would be enough? This was a realm of the mind after all. He let it consume him, concentrating all his thoughts on wishing it gone. His vision was obscured with roiling tendrils of fog and, when it cleared, he was somewhere else. In another dream? If so, it wasn't his; it felt cold and unfamiliar. A flickering drew his attention and he realized he was by a campfire, and he wasn't alone. Other people were trapped here too, and they needed his help.

The man in the police get up is Detective David Tapp, an obsessed detective and possesses a yellow soul. Detective David Tapp was one of the good guys. His determination to see Killers brought to justice and their victims avenged had led him through a long and respected career. When he first saw the details of the Jigsaw case, it seemed like many others. More grisly and macabre, sure, but just another lunatic with a penchant for the over-dramatic, who would soon be behind bars. A stroke of insight brought Tapp, and his partner Detective Stephen Sing, to an abandoned mannequin factory, where they discovered Jigsaw's lair. They apprehended the man but he managed to escape before being unmasked, slashing Tapp's throat as he did so. Leaving his partner, Sing went in pursuit but fell victim to a booby trap. Tapp had failed to go by the book on this one occasion, entering the lair without a warrant, and it had resulted in a Detective's death. He was discharged from the force and left with a ruined throat and crippling guilt. He channeled that guilt into an obsession: he would find the killer, stop the murders, vindicate himself, and avenge his friend and colleague. Following the evidence trail brought him to Dr. Lawrence Gordon and he staked out the doctor's apartment, sure that he would find some evidence of guilt. Then he saw a stranger at Gordon's window and heard gunshots. Tapp confronted him and the man fled, with the pursuit leading to an industrial building. Tapp's age caught up with him, a fight that he would easily have won in his younger days ended with Tapp taking a bullet to the chest. Slumping to the floor, he saw only failure. He had failed his partner and the other victims. Whoever the killer was, Tapp had been unable to stop him. More would die and it would be his fault. He let the rage and guilt consume him and closed his eyes for the final time. Beneath him, the concrete floor softened. He dug his fingers into the ground, feeling dirt and leaves. Where his chest had been wet with blood, the shirt was now dry and the pain had gone. His eyes opened onto a darkened sky and the jagged, searching fingers of branches. Screams echoed through the forest and a new determination filled him. His mind was clear for the first time in months. Victims needed to be avenged, killers thwarted. He didn't know what this place was, but he was still a cop, and he always would be. He had a job to do.

The brooding loner that isn't me for once is a man named Jake Park, a solitary survivalist and possessing a cyan soul. Growing up the son of a wealthy CEO was always going to put pressure on Jake Park. When his brother graduated with honors from Yale, the pressure on Jake intensified. Jake just wasn't the academic type, but his father never really understood his refusal to embrace the expensive education he lavished upon him. Eventually, Jake rebelled by dropping out of school entirely. Now, Jake lives off the grid on the edge of the woods. It's been years since he spoke to his father but his mother checks in once in a while. It was she, who eventually called the police. The cops said he got lost in the woods and a search party looked for days but gave up as bad weather rolled in. Despite passionate pleas from his mother, they never resumed the search and Jake went down in history as another casualty of the woods. Jake's destiny was set even inside his mother's womb. Heir to wealth, noble manners and caretaker of the family reputation and legacy. During torture it's not the pain that breaks a man, it's immense pressure. And Jake couldn't handle any more pressure. Instead, he sought the opposite of fine dining and maids. He left the grid and ended up with a forest as the closest neighbor. A self-made outsider, Jake understands nature. He's not there to tame something - rather him becoming feral. Remove the brutal Killers that seek out blood to drain and Jake would feel just at home. No Wi-Fi. No Fortune-500 companies. No father nor mother. Years away from modern life has given Jake a new feel for problems. Pain is just an obstacle that hinders you from getting fed. No matter what is hunting you, you need to stay one step ahead. Struggle, blend in, adapt. Just don't make it easy for others to erase you from the Earth's surface.

The red-headed girl making me want a Wendy's burger by just looking at her is Meg Thomas, an energetic athlete and possessing an orange soul. Perhaps it was her mother that had instilled the fierce streak in her or maybe it was her father that left them when she was a baby. Meg excelled at schoolwork but she was off the rails. Fortunately, an athletics coach encouraged her to channel her misspent energy on the track. She motivated herself into becoming a high school star and earned a scholarship to college. When her mother fell ill, Meg decided to give up her chance at college to care for the woman who had raised her. One summer's day, on a long run deep in the woods, Meg vanished. Search as they did, they never found her body. Meg is one of those who is just simply filled with energy. Unfocused and uncontrollable energy that had to come out. As a kid, it came through rowdiness and rebellion. Someone had to focus Meg before something went wrong. Fortunately, someone did. She started to run. Maybe from something undefined that fueled her energy. So to run equaled life. But to run now might attract those beings that crave the pain of others. But as she runs from something, instead of towards it, she understands something. She understands that speed is not of the essence. It's reaching that finish line. Rather last but still breathing. She deludes whatever is out there as she glides through obstacles and fear, thus managing to stay alive.

A man with an old flattop haircut is Adam Francis, a resourceful teacher and possessing a purple soul. Adam was born in Rollington Town in Kingston, Jamaica. His father died in a car accident when he was two, and his uncle took him in. His uncle was a strict, but fair man, who raised him to value education. At Kingston College, Adam discovered his father's published works, which triggered his passion for literature. His campus, however, was known for its focus on athletics. As a shy teenager with his nose stuck in books, he was the perfect prey for bullies. What he lacked in sports, he made up in grit. He learned to defend himself in the thick of it. It's during his years in college that he started to imagine his life elsewhere. While his close friends orbited the music industry, he followed a surer path. His grades granted him admission to higher education, and there was a demand for teachers abroad. After graduating from university, he taught extra classes to afford applying fees overseas. He had a steady diet of long commutes, grading piles, nightly lesson plans, and early classes. After a year, he managed to apply for a position abroad. His first plane ride took him to Southern Japan for a new start. His life in Kagoshima was hectic. There was little time to do everything he took for granted back home. His Japanese was elementary at best, which slowed him down. Buying groceries took hours, long commutes had to be planned, and lesson plans relied on Japanese notions, which he had to learn. But after a few months, he found his rhythm. He reflected on it one morning while riding the train to work. He no longer had to study the Kanji characters filling the map. He knew his way. His language skills had improved, he felt connected to his students, and he'd treat himself to luxurious restaurants on weekends. He even had his first vacation planned. Within seconds, Adam's world was brought down to slow motion. Rails hissed, bags came pouring down, and the floor trembled before the hit: Adam crashed forward as the train flipped upside down. He landed on a windowpane as an unhinged door came flying at a passenger. He rolled over so that the door would hit him instead of the girl. He shut his eyes as he braced for impact, but nothing happened. He squinted one eye open and he saw nothing but darkness. A heavy Fog had taken over the train. Ice seemed to flow through his body, reaching his lips first, then the tip of his fingers before spreading to his legs. Lulled by the warm hum of the dark whisper, he closed his eyes, drifting. No one truly knows what happened to Adam Francis. The school teachers imagined the worst when they watched the train derailment on the news and saw he was missing. Their fears seemed to be confirmed when Adam's bag was recovered from the crash site, but his body was never found. To this day, his uncle believes that Adam took off after the train crash, alive still, somewhere out there.

The quite gal staring off into the brush is Claudette Morel, a studious botanist and possesses a green soul. From the day that her parents gave Claudette her first science kit, she loved experiments. Her single-minded pursuit lead to an early scholarship at a great college. It was a huge decision to leave Montreal, but the chance was too good to pass up. Her introverted nature means that chat rooms and forums are now her best source of social interaction. Her new favorite activity is to answer botany questions for others under her new moniker of Science Girl. One evening, during a long bus ride back from the city, Claudette took a stroll that would change her life. It only took a minute for her to get completely disoriented in the thick woods. She never found her way back. Her forum only started to wonder where she was a week after she stopped posting. Claudette is not the outgoing type. Her brilliance provided her with a social handicap and she has fled the real world for chat rooms and forums. Botany and studies fill her life and even though she yearns for something else - it won't come via a modem. Being thrown into a real-life situation can feel awkward and forced. But as she is used to shutting out the world, she suddenly finds hope in this unexplained darkness that is slowly devouring her. A plant. A tree. A bush. Simple greenery that might save a life. She hides within and amongst them. Her knowledge and skills flourish as gruesomeness roams free around her.

The sleazy man that appears to be taken from a shitty casino is Ace Visconti, lucky gambler and possesses a cyan soul. Ace Visconti is one charming guy. With his sharp Italian looks, grey-streaked hair and silver tongue, he could pass for an aging 50's movies star. His heart has always belonged to the cards. From his roots as a poor boy in Argentina, he gambled, scammed, seduced and smooth-talked his way to a life of luxury as a high roller in the land of opportunity. Despite money always having a way of slipping through his fingers, Ace always figured he could win more. He never fulfilled that ambition; eventually, he racked up too many debts with the wrong kind of people. And when they finally came to collect, Ace was nowhere to be found. No one knew who tipped him off or where he fled to, but anyone who knew Ace Visconti can agree on one thing. He will survive: against all odds.

The ray of sunshine woman strumming softly on a guitar is Kate Denson, a hopeful songbird and possessing a green soul. One of Kate Denson's earliest memories was standing in front of her family, singing a song that she'd learned that morning at school, and watching smiles spread across their faces. Seeing how something as simple as a song could make people so happy was the moment when she knew what she wanted to do with her life. She practiced, learned the guitar as soon as she was big enough to reach over it, and was performing in front of crowds by the time she was eight years old. Her mother did everything she could to fulfill Kate's dreams, taking her all over their home state of Pennsylvania, then across the South, and even to Nashville itself. Kate won folk music competitions and talent shows whenever she participated, but for her to win others had to lose, and that wasn't in her nature. She only wanted an outlet, a way to touch people's lives. To make them forget the worries of the world and just enjoy themselves, if only for a while. With age came new-found freedom. She bought a battered old Chevy truck and was able to travel around by herself, meeting fans and making new friends wherever she stopped. Hers wasn't a story of rock excess though: just the road, her guitar and maybe a good bourbon to end the day. From sun-baked festivals to dark and cozy bars, people flocked to her voice and her self-penned songs of friendship, family, love, and home. These sentiments weren't just lip-service: she made sure to return home as often as she could, to help out in her community and entertain the local children with her tales of the wider world. She saw it as a way of giving back, of supporting others in the same way she had been. It was home where she found most of her inspiration as well. She had always loved to take long walks in the woods around her town, exploring off the beaten track, finding a quiet spot to play and write her songs. She had a favorite location she returned to time and time again, a natural hollow, encircled by trees, that looked almost as if it had been blasted out of the rocks thousands of years ago. Here she felt a strong connection to nature, and to the Earth itself. She let her mind be enveloped by the forest and it rewarded her with constant inspiration. She picked up her guitar and played, her fingers dancing across the fretboard. The music that she made this time was unlike her usual uplifting tunes, being much more melancholy, even dark. Still, something compelled her to continue, to finish the song. Around her, the leaves vibrated in unison with the guitar strings and the boughs of the trees lengthened, coalescing into a living form. Spider-like legs descended from the canopy above, grasping for her. Regaining her senses, she grabbed a rock and tried to beat them back, but their skin was as hard as iron and the rock simply bounced off and skittered away. The legs coiled like tendrils around her limbs and lifted her towards the darkness overhead. Fog rolled across the clearing, obscuring both Kate and the creature of nightmares that drew her up towards itself. When the fog cleared, there was no sign of any struggle, or life. Just an acoustic guitar, the scratchplate engraved with flowers; as well as the initials KD, inlaid in mother of pearl.

Another keeps to themselves type is Jeffrey "Jeff" Johansen, a quiet artist and possessing a green soul. Jeff Johansen was born and raised in Ormond, Alberta. He grew up as a quiet, only child with an aversion for large crowds. During High School, his anxious nature was mislabeled as shyness, which he covered up with a tough, stoic persona that intimidated bullies and teachers alike. At home, he discovered an interest in heavy metal and started a vinyl collection. The evocative symbolism on the covers inspired him to make some art of his own, which helped him cope with his parents' constant fighting. To escape his parent's increasingly recurrent blow-ups, Jeff started working at a video store. Few customers passed by, so he had a lot of free time to draw. A late-night regular noticed his sketches and asked him to do some artwork for his gang at the abandoned lodge up Mount Ormond. Jeff accepted the challenge and painted a large mural depicting "The Legion" in runny, bloody letters. He was given a fifty-dollar bill and a 12-pack for his hard work. It was his first paid commission, a milestone to be proud of. After his parents' divorce, Jeff was forced to move with his mother to Winkler, Manitoba, which was miles away from his home town—and his dad. In Winkler, Jeff was more isolated than ever, except for art and music. His solace came shortly after graduating from High School when he started working at a local bar with live music performances. He found a roadie gig shortly after, leaving Winkler behind. A few years later, Jeff got injured after getting involved in a fight during a concert. He was told he could lose part of his eyesight, so his doctor asked him to stay in town to monitor him. It was a difficult time during which Jeff re-assessed his life choices. He went back to school—art school. His eyesight slowly returned, but he had to be careful. He took a few courses, experimenting with a wide range of mediums, ultimately choosing oil painting and digital art, the latter of which offered paid internships. He took up a desk job and found his calling in designing labels for microbreweries. He led a quiet, simple life: he brewed beer, took-in a rescue dog, designed tattoos, and freelanced album covers for bands he liked. All until one morning, when he got a phone call from Ormond saying that his father had passed, leaving a few things to sort out. Jeff drove back to Ormond. He felt a pang of nostalgia when he reached his late father's house. Inside, there was an old guitar case sitting in against the wall. It held a black, vintage model with a sticky note that said, "for my boy." He stayed in town longer than he planned to, reminiscing about his childhood. Driving by his former High School, he remembered the mural he painted up Mount Ormond. He bought a 12-pack and headed to the lodge. After weeks of not hearing back from Jeff, his colleagues assumed that grief had gotten the better of him. His neighbor got tired of sitting his dog, which became more and more agitated as days went by. The dog became a stray again, erring while seeking the familiar trail of Jeff's malty scent.

The on her guard woman in a team outfit is Feng Min, a focused competitor and possessing a red soul. Feng Min was a young girl when she first picked up computer games, and she was instantly hooked. The brand new worlds enchanted her with colors, sounds, and explosions – a chance to be somewhere else, or someone else. Her parents saw no wrong with a few minutes in front of the screen, but as minutes turned into hours and sometimes days, they finally decided to pull the plug and force Feng Min to put more efforts into her studies. She felt smothered by her parents who refused to see the potential of a future in games, so she left home and spent her time in internet cafés and LAN parties where the old rules didn't apply. She spent hours playing, streaming, competing to rise to the top. Her parents became what she called "holiday parents" as she never saw them outside the holidays, and she became the black sheep of a one-child-family. In the gaming world, however, she finally found respect. Nicknamed the "Shining Lion," she was invited to join a prestigious e-sports team and to live in their dorms, where she found a sanctuary free of the misconceptions and prejudice she had felt from her parents and the non-gaming world. Feng Min pushed her limits to prove she was the best. Sleep was less important to her than training. At the top of her game, she filled stadiums with fans who adored her. But it couldn't last forever; The pressure to be the best grew stronger and stronger. She pushed herself too far, slept too little, and her performance began to slip. She started to lose. At night, she would stay up, tormented by the thought of disappointing her parents...and her fans. She spiraled out of control and fell into a pattern of self-destruction. She started wandering the streets and visiting bars, where no one knew of e-sports, waking up in places she didn't remember. One day she woke up somewhere completely different...in a never-ending nightmare. Feng Min did not despair – as she learned more about the challenge she was up against, she realized this was what she had been training for her entire life. Now, she was going to win.

The man making flirty eyes at me is David King, a rugged scrapper and possessing an orange soul. The single child of a wealthy family, David King seemed destined for greatness. While growing up in Manchester, he demonstrated serious potential in both sports and academics, and with his family connections, all doors were open to him. He could have succeeded at anything if it weren't for his combative nature. David lived for the adrenaline rush of a good fight and would go out of his way to get into one. His robustness and athletic abilities led him to rugby, where he could cut loose and cause a ruckus. King excelled and gained a reputation as a promising, if somewhat reckless, rookie. His meteoric rise came to an abrupt end when he lost his temper and assaulted a referee, earning himself a lifetime ban from the league and cutting short what most people assumed was going to be a long, successful career. King was unconcerned; money was no issue, so he took it as early retirement and focused on other fun things to do. Free from the constraints of career and enabled by the wealth of his family, David King spent most of his time at the pub, drinking, watching games, and getting into fights. Some might say he was wasting his life away. Not many people knew that he was an occasional "debt collector" or that he fought in clandestine bare-knuckle fight clubs. When David King stopped showing up at the pub, the few friends he still had were not surprised. They figured he had finally picked a fight with someone stronger than he was. In a way, they were right.

The last of the women is Jane Romero, an influential celebrity and possesses a red soul. Jane Romero was the daughter of the famous actress, Loretta Lawrence, of whom she had no memory. Her parents had separated when she was still a baby, mainly since her mother was often away filming. Jane was raised by her father, a struggling visual artist. She grew up torn between resenting her mother's absence from her life and admiring her presence on screen. As a teenager, Jane secretly wished to emulate her mother's talent. She would direct and perform in plays, audition for TV commercials and help her father at his studio. During her senior year, she entered a national oratory contest and won first prize. Her performance attracted the attention of a radio station that contacted her for an interview. During the live show, her natural charm and repartee impressed the staff, who offered her a part-time job at the station. After graduating from college in Communication, she quit her job at the station to work for a trendy variety show. But her frank delivery and ad-libs were not appreciated by the show's executives, who fired her after five months. Desperate for another opportunity, Jane pitched a show at the radio station she used to work at, only to be turned down, her proposal being too risky. Four months later, she received a phone call from a producer who had seen reruns of the show. He was looking for a co-host to spark up the failing show Quick Talk. Live television meant long hours, a low salary, and no stability, but it also offered a platform to broadcast her views. She disputed the crude inflammatory tone of Quick Talk and pushed for a relate-able coverage of personal issues. Her honest delivery resonated with her audience and within weeks, the show's viewership was steadily growing. After two years, she launched a full-hour segment called The Jane Romero Show, which was broadcast nationally and covered tabooed topics, including her struggle with abandonment. Her show broke records and her initials J. R. became synonymous with products ranging from beauty creams to fashion accessories. But Jane needed more; she wanted others to follow her in her footsteps. She published a memoir that covered her childhood with an absent mother. Her book was an instant best-seller but was reviewed harshly. Critics called it "a serving of sad anecdotes seasoned with bland, generic self-help tips." Jane took this criticism to heart since, despite her success, a voice in the back of her mind was starting to doubt her achievements. Her success also generated an increasingly demanding schedule and a growing pressure to entertain constantly. During a particularly tense week, she canned an episode and instead launched a two-hour-long special on divorce. Her stress peaked when she learned that her mother had agreed to star in her show. Jane put on a brave face and began the show. Most of it went without a hitch, but her mother walked on set, smiling warmly at the audience, Jane's stomach lurched unpleasantly. She was consumed by violent envy that had been festering. Yet she carried on with a strained smile, until Loretta interrupted her, saying that they were not related. The interview went haywire after that. After the show, Jane was driving to her father's house in New Jersey. She needed to talk things over with him; she had not been feeling like herself lately. She turned on a free-way along the coast to avoid major congestion and popped some painkillers to numb the throbbing pain in her temples, which had been nagging her all day. Then she started to relax and turned on the radio; classical music was playing. The drive was slow. Black ice covered the highway, which was packed with cars on their way back home. Night fell. A darkness began to blur the corners of her vision and turned the headlights into swirls of red. Jane blinked to sharpen their outlines, but each time she closed her eyes, her eyelids became heavier and heavier until they remained shut for a moment too long. The following morning, authorities were fishing out Jane's car from the water. Despite leading a meticulous search for weeks, they were unable to retrieve her body. The airing and production of The Jane Romero Show was suspended until after her funeral, which both her father and mother attended. As the public grieved for Jane, there was a surge of orders for J. R. products and all her episodes were re-released a month later, with an opening credit that wished her eternal peace.

And lastly for the men is Ashley "Ash" Joanna Williams, an alone wolf and possesses a blue soul. During a weekend at a cabin with friends, Ash Williams uncovered the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis (The Book of the Dead) and awoke something dark in the woods. Evil possessed his friends, whom he was forced to kill, and his right hand, which he sawed off. For the next thirty years, Ash ran from his past, working at a Value Stop department store and seducing women in dive bars. But he screwed up one night while being high when he read from the Necronomicon to impress a woman. Evil found him once more, wrecking the life of those around him. But his co-workers, Pablo who was raised by a shaman and Kelly who was orphaned by the Deadites, helped him put up a fight. While battling Evil, Ash was reunited with his long-lost daughter Brandy, who encouraged him to embrace his role as savior of humanity. After a terrible fight with a fully formed demon, Ash, drawing his last breath, was taken by the Knights of Sumeria and transported into the future. Ash wakened to a voice, his head throbbing. Since defeating a gang of Deadites a weak ago, he had been in a perpetual state of hangover. He heard the voice once more; a woman singing, sensual and inviting. Stepping into the corridor in his boxers, he strode towards the voice, which lead to the public locker room. As Ash pushed open the door, the singing stopped. There was a rustling of curtains. He called out, entering the change room. His voice reverberated off the moldy tile walls. He pressed on, reaching a shower that was still dripping wet. Cold, humid fingers ran down his bareback. He turned around. A woman stood naked, her skin glistening in the morning light that streamed in from high windows. Ash recognized her instantly: Linda Emery, one of his former high school flings. They had gotten back together years later while saving their home town from Evil. He had ended their relationship soon afterward, preferring to indulge freely in his new-found popularity. Linda winked at Ash, who closed the distance between them. He caressed her cheek wistfully: What was she doing here? Did she know anything about the whereabouts of her daughter? And Pablo and Kelly? A sharp blade dug into his hand, making him jump back. Linda slid a finger across the edge of her blade, collecting Ash's blood on her fingertip. She smiled, and her skin shriveled, her hair faded, her shoulders stopped, and her curves sagged, aging decades older in a matter of seconds. She attacked Ash, who poorly managed to block, being half-naked. Every blow she delivered earned him a new wound. She slashed his bad knee and he fell to the floor. As she jumped on top of him, Ash shrieked in disgust, knocking the knife out of her grasp. Her varicose hands wrapped around his neck, strangling him. Gasping, he outstretched his arm, hand landing on a soap dispenser. He spurted out some liquid on his fingers and poked her in the eyes. The elderly woman winced, weakening her hold, and Ash elbowed her in the face, knocking her back. He rolled over and grabbed the knife on the floor. Just as he was about to plant it in her chest, he stopped. There was something else he wanted more. He pressed the blade against her throat. Let's make a deal, demon. In exchange for not killing you, you portal me back to my friends. The demon agreed. She began reciting the incantation, instructing Ash to repeat after her, which he failed to manage. When nothing happened, Ash threatened the demon, who argued back, blaming his poor pronunciation. Their combined exchange of Sumerian words triggered a hiss from the shower behind them. The wet tiled floor darkened, and the pipes burst. A whirlpool of dirty water, shower curtains, and used toilet paper swallowed the demon, while Ash held onto a locker door, which slowly slipped from his fingers. FFFUUUC- ...Ash landed flat on his chest in the Realm of The Entity, sputtering grass. He got up, brushing off the dry clothes he suddenly had on. Then he looked around and his grin fell. It was the kind of place that made two things obvious: one, there wasn't any bar for miles, and two, he was going to need his shotgun and chainsaw, both of which he lacked. As he started to walk towards a glinting light ahead, a scream rippled through the trees. Groovy.

As for me? By comparison, I feel a sense of relating to some and others I just can't get a feel for. Mostly because we nearly all come from different points in time that makes no sense to each other, aka Bill and Ash. Bill comes from a zombie-filled time and Ash a demonic one. So add alternate timelines to the fucked up mess of things. Other than that we all seem to have the unfortunate thing in common of going to areas where we shouldn't have to wind up here. My role and soul have yet to be determined due to just arriving. Only after a trial are these things discovered. Though they tell me there is some time before the next trial starts. Seems when the Entity drops in a new survivor, it gives them a chance to get their bearings before sending them off to die. Apparently, it doesn't do that with the killers which have lead to random encounters and sudden deaths of unsuspecting survivors. Though from what Jake tells me, even though the killers brought here have done terrible things, not all of them easily bow to the Entity's will. The Killers are made to do the Entity's bidding, which is to relentlessly hunt and kill the Survivors. Many Killers do not do so willingly, although some are happy to sate their Bloodlust. Some have to be tortured over endless years to be coerced into doing what The Entity wants. The Entity is ever patient and the torture ever more severe. Eventually, they all cave in and start the hunt for the Entity. To mold these unwilling ones even further and strengthen the willing, the Entity has embedded its power into them, changing them to beasts that are no longer human. The killers are monsters, both figuratively and literally. For successfully sacrificing to their master, the best Killers are granted the sweetest reward of being able to slaughter Survivors on the spot without hooks. Either way, everyone on both sides loses and only the Entity wins.

Suddenly there's a deathly chill in the air. The tops of the trees sway in the opposite direction. And the fog thickens to the point the glow of the fire reflects off of it. My puzzlement grows when four of the group (Nea, Jeff, Bill, and Feng) stand up and become engulfed in black smoke, disappearing from the camp without a trace.

"They've been called out to trial, Luv."

David voices as he plops himself down beside me.

"No worries though. They'll be back. Though if those soddin' monsters hook'em up, they'll be takin' a bit longer."

"Why?"

"Because they'll be fed on by the Entity."

Meg states.

"It takes its time to feed and restore our bodies. We take a lot of damage in trials. Stuff you shouldn't live through. Not even Claudette's healing skills can fix everything like the Entity."

"But don't let that bug ya, Luv. Even if we die, we never die. Think of it as a fucked-up version of immortality."

I look into the fire and smirk.

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even death may die."

My words make Ash flinch.

"Whoa...That sounds familiar. And by familiar, I mean, sounds like some Necronomicon type shit."

"It's a quote from an H. P. Lovecraft book. He wrote a lot about Elder Gods, demons, and messed up stuff from other dimensions. Heh...Kinda fitting considering this whole thing."

He shakes his head and waves off with his metal hand. The hell kind of prosthetic is that?

"If you have more questions, you don't have to hold back. It's best for all of us to have a full understanding."

Laurie interjects.

"Well...I know you said the killers sometimes roam the woods but is that a permanent thing? Like, is that where they live?"

David scoffs a laugh.

"Oh, that's fuckin' cute."

"Don't be such an asshole."

Meg moves over solely just to punch his shoulder.

"What? It was cute."

The guy is ridiculous. Though I'm a cliché for digging his English accent.

"What he means is, no. The Entity picks the killers before it chooses survivors, but it lets the killers roam around to mess with us, maybe even pick which of us they want like lobsters at a restaurant. Though they can't come into the campsite. It's off-limits and the Entity prevents them from coming in."

"We found that out thanks to that twat, Nea. Damn bird kept tauntin' the monster till it got fed up and charged for all of us. All these black throne riddled vines encased the camp like a dome. And when they came down, the monster was gone."

"But while the killers do sometimes come to our forest, they don't live here. There are sixteen killers that we know of right now. They have territories that relate to them and they often choose to stay there. Some even sharing the area because the Entity put it's belonging there. Though it's those territories that we get sent to for the trials and sometimes it's not even that territories killer that hunts us."

"Agh...So much info-dumping. It's making my head hurt."

"Easy, Luv. We just have a little bit more to share."

I groan and give into this.

"Fine."

"There are twelve territories we've seen so far. These territories are pockets within The Entity, who constructs everything from itself except for the Killers and the Survivors. The Realms do not co-exist at all times but are rather created whenever needed. The location of the Campfire is also located within such a pocket. The Woods and Fog beyond the Trial grounds represent the boundaries of the pocket and are just a façade. The MacMillan Estate is home to the Trapper. The Blood Lodge around Autohaven Wreckers is where we guess the Wraith to live. Coldwind Farm is home to the Hillbilly but is shared with the Cannibal. The Nurse shares her home turf of the Crotus Prenn Asylum area with the Clown who stay in a carny's caravan around Father Campbell's Chapel. The Shape lives on Lampkin Lane, Haddonfield. In the Backwater Swamp there is the Hag and a shack called the Grim Pantry is where she resides. The Doctor can be found at Léry's Memorial Institute. The Huntress resides in the Mother's Dwelling and the Plague in the Temple of Purgation, both are found in the Red Forest. The Nightmare lives on Elm Street, Springwood. The Pig hides out in the Gideon Meat Plant. The Spirit is at her Family Residence of the Yamaoka Estate. The Legion is found in the Mount Ormond Resort. And Ghost Face...doesn't really have a place as far as we know."

"The narcissistic fucker likes to roam apparently. No one place is ever good enough for long."

"But even with all these zones just for them, there is one place they all have control of. The Killer Shack and it's Basement. Down there is a room of pure hell, the closest point to the Entity itself, what with all the freaky unnatural lights and sounds found there. It's packed with memories of endless suffering and torture. The smell of dried blood and bowels stays with you even after death."

"Huh...Maybe it was him out there then."

"You saw one?"

"Why else do you think I came literally crawling back? I'll admit that sometimes I can be crazy, but I'm far from insane. If I see something weird, I don't stick around like a dumbass in a horror movie."

"Clever girl..."

David's arm rests over my shoulders.

"If you're smart, keep your 'ead down, and can move fast, you should 'ave no trouble avoidin' those creeps."

I give him a funny look which has him looking back at me in playful confusion.

"What? What's with that face?"

"...You're lucky I have to save my energy for not being killed or that arm would be up your arse."

I use the British word for ass hoping it would make it sink in. It has the opposite effect, as he smirks.

"You got spunk, Luv. I like it. Nothin' more attractive than a woman that can kick some arse."

Oh for fuck's sake.

"Dude, I'm giving you ten seconds to back off before you find out just how spunky I can be."

"Is that a promise?"

I can hear the bones in my right-hand pop as it clenches into a fist. Though this is made for nothing as a hand on my shoulder keeps me just levelheaded enough to not punch David's teeth in. It's Quentin, and a simple shake of his head is all he needs to do to say so much. I sigh and stand up, walking towards the outskirts of the camp.

"And people wonder why I don't socialize."

Leaning on a tree that just barely stands within the glow of the fire, I hear the petty squabbling of a few of them berating David on his actions. Honestly, they're wasting their time. I don't blame David. Dude's honestly got a nice cut of jib. I'm just not used to having attention. Especially THAT kind of attention. It makes me feel awkward.

"Are you okay?"

Adam comes close but not very, wanting to stay in the light and not be so close to the forest.

"Yeah, I'm okay. No harm, no foul."

"Are you sure? You looked pretty upset."

"Why is it that when someone says that they're fine, the questioning party always repeats the same question again but in a different format?"

"I'm just trying to make sure..."

"I said I'm fine! I don't need to be babied!"

I can't stand this. There's too much pressure. Bad enough I'm in a huge group. Bad enough this whole Entity and killers bullshit. But I don't need someone thinking I need help or pity.

"Okay...You don't have to snap."

I growl at him and myself.

"Don't do that."

"Huh?"

"Don't make me out to be the bad guy. I told you I was fine and you kept at it like somehow my answer would change. I don't need this. Fuck this shit! I'm out!"

Fuck the danger. Fuck these people. Fuck everything! Nothing matters! I storm off into the woods, ignoring the shouting of warning, I just want to be alone and away from all this fuckery. So what if I run into a killer? Big whoop! They claim to die all the time by these monsters and they're still kicking. Bet the only inconvenience will be the pain. To quote a famous movie killer doll..."Go ahead and shoot! I'll be back! I ALWAYS come back! ...But dying is such a bitch". Geez...How long have I been walking now? If I keep going would I end up in a loop or possibly wind up in one of those other areas they told me? Why is it that all the cool stuff always happens when you have no means of recording it? Then again, who would I be recording for anyway? Wait...Is this really the direction of thought I'm having while all of THIS is happening? What the hell is wrong with me? I mean...

*CRUNCH*

Uh oh. That wasn't me. Maybe? Just to be certain, I won't move.

*CRUNCH*

Yeah, that wasn't me. Did someone follow me out here? No, they're too fearful to do something like that. I'm the idiot with a death wish.

*CRUNCH*

It's getting closer. Whatever it is. Damn fog. Can't see a thing it's so thick. Okay, keep calm. Don't panic. Just stay low to the ground and scurry into some shrubbery till it goes away. Then run like hell.

*CRUNCH*

lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...

Is that...Is that my heart beating in my ears? Wow, that is clear. Also creepy as hell.

*CRUNCH*

lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...

Okay, really don't like how that's getting louder.

lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...

What the fuck has my heart going nuts?! There is nothing out here! What kind of crazy bull...

*CLANG-CLANG*

Shit?

The sound of a bell tolls and a figure materializes from the shadows. A tall imposing thing now stands not far from my little hiding bush. This thing is draped in a faded black hooded tattered cloak smeared with ash or dust traces, it's face obscured from sight with only the tiny glow of white coming from its eyes, and bandage wrappings around the mid to lower torso region along with parts of both arms. On its waist are two pouches, one large on it's right and a smaller one on it's left. I can't see its legs but going off on how it walked I'd say this thing is barefooted. There's strange scarring on what I can see of its right arm, this arm also holding a very macabre and deadly weapon. What looks almost like an ax but made from the skull and attached spine of a human that has three wickedly sharp blades coming down from the teeth. Its left arm seems to have wire or ring-like bangles along the wrist, and in this hand it holds the source of the ringing. A heavy-looking cast iron bell that is also made of a human skull. I'm seeing a theme here.

"Tra la la. Come on out, little one..."

That voice...like a quiet garbled growl, as if it has a congested throat.

"You can not hide forever."

The hell I can't.

lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...

Man, that is getting old. Am I only hearing this because it's so close? Gee, that would be useful knowledge to have. Thanks, teammates! You spam me with all sort of crap about your lives and you leave out the essentials. I hate people.

*CRUNCH*

It stomps harshly into the ground and it makes me flinch, which makes the blush rustle faintly. Too bad for me that this slight rustle is enough for the creature to notice. A sudden red glow coats the ground in its line of sight and it covers the bush I'm currently in.

"Found you. Tra la la."

My choices for moves at the moment are limited and time-based. I have to pick something. Instinct and pure randomness kick in. Making me pull one of the weirdest moves out of my zany bag of tricks.

"*sheep bleats*"

Arguably not the smartest sound to make but the effect is what I was praying for. This odd sound coming out of a bush confuses this killer. This momentary mind fuck is just the slight advantage I need, using its daze state to dash out of the shrub on all fours. This also adds a bit more confusion to the killer but not for long.

*CLANG-CLANG*

lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...lub-dub...

Okay, still beating hard but not booming crazy like before. No doubt it's giving chase. Only things I don't know are how fast it can move, if it can flank me, and which way is camp. Best to serpentine as much as possible.

lub-dub...lub-dub...

It's settling down? Is it not following me? No! Don't be stupid. Don't slow down. Don't look back. Keep going forward and never stop.

*CLANG-CLANG*

The red glow suddenly flashes at my left side. I do my best to dodge out of the light's radius and I do manage to keep my vitals from harm. That, unfortunately, didn't mean I avoided the attack. No. While still in its reach, this creature took great aim and swung it's weapon down hard to stick its blades deep into my left leg's calf. The sound that escapes me becomes a haunting roar that makes the forest even more spooky than it already is. I skid across the ground into a tree, a trail of crimson highlighting my path, the weapon of my crippling still jammed in my flesh and possibly bone.

"Poor little lamb..."

Please don't rub salt in this wound by gloating.

"You should've stayed in the corral with the rest of the herd. Tra la la."

Don't do something stupid brain. For the love of God, do not do something stupid because you're distracted by that somewhat adorable speech tick it has.

"*wincing* I can't help...that I'm sheepish."

Okay, that wasn't doing something stupid. That was saying something stupid. Good job. You found a loophole. This stupidity puzzles the killer. I know I'd be questioning so much if I was in its place.

"You are a strange one. Tra la la."

I meekly shrug.

"*wincing* I prefer...quirky. *whimpering chuckle* Oooh...fuck that stings!"

That gets it to snicker lightly as it approaches.

"Quirky? Heh...I suppose that is more fitting for an oddity such as you."

I can't move. I mean, I probably can, I still have three working limbs. But I can't make myself move. Its aura is smothering enough to hold me down. So when it reaches for the ax handle I nearly bite my tongue off to keep under control for when those blades are yanked haphazardly out of me. Though my attempt is a failing one. Another eerie wail cries out of me and into the forest as more blood is spilled.

"Such odd sounds you make, little one. But a refreshing change none the less. Tra la la."

Thank you I guess? Honestly, I can't tell if it's complimenting me or dicking around. Either way I'm in too much pain to care and I'm fairly sure the bone in my calf is broken.

"Till we meet again."

For a moment I swear it was going to leave. To spare me this one freaky encounter since this wasn't a real hunt. But that is wishful thinking on the hopeful part of my soul. For these monsters aren't called KILLERS for no reason. In that fraction of a second where my hope had spiked, I fail to take note of the dark whispers in the wind and the violent swinging of the ax to my back. The first strike alone paralyzes me as it's a direct blow to the spine. Blood splattering in a vicious burst across me, the area, and it. The next three are just overkill and break my body's necessary connections to keep it going. Regrettably, I'm still alive. Bodily functions are coming to a slow stop and I'm bleeding out rabidly, yet I'm still very aware of all of it.

"Maybe next time you will remain in your pen like a good little lamb. There are wolves about. Tra la la. It would be a shame to see such innocence strewn about like a gutted corpse on a hook."

I want to say something. Anything. But all that leaves my mouth is blood that is flowing out of my deflated lungs.

"Tra la la. Let this be a lesson, little one. Learn it well."

My unblinking eyes lay their sight on that dripping ax once more as it's lifted high and comes crashing down like a merciful gift to my skull. Because all pain stopped the second darkness takes me.

[The Entity is pleased! The meat. It bleeds. Wiggle, little worm. Wiggle. Do not waste precious time! Find others! Quickly! Kill more meat! Catch meat. Sacrifice meat. Appease The Entity. Do not let the light in!]

I bolt upright with a sharp gasping breath. A cold sweat coats my skin and my heart is pounding a million miles a minute. I don't get the chance to question if any of that was real, for the first thing my eyes see is the campfire and then the people around it giving me weird looks. All seventeen are there now so I guess the trial ended. I instinctively feel around for damage I know happened but find none. There's no ripping of my clothing or even a drop of blood staining it. It's like...nothing happened. The only odd thing, the thing they're all looking at me funny for, is my exposed soul. It's not a single color like theirs. Hell, it's not double, triple, or even a handful of colors. This heart-shaped soul floating out of my chest is a fucking rainbow of ten, yes, ten colors all sloshing about in a torrent of colliding waves. Black, purple, blue, cyan, green, yellow, orange, red, pink, and white. Three of these colors I don't think they've ever seen before. Not liking their staring, plus this soul exposure makes me feel naked, I force the heart back inside my body and react as one might do in such a situation.

"The fuck are you looking at?!"

That bark gets a good chunk of them to turn away. Yet some don't and one has more balls than the rest to come near me...David.

"You don't look so good, Luv. Did one of the monsters moris ya?"

I'm sorry, Brit boy say what now?

"Come again?"

"Memento Moris. It's the killer's ability to kill Survivors while skippin' the whole stick you on a 'ook thin'. A neat little trick they don't often get to do."

"Oh...Yeah. That happened. Not sure if how far I got or if you lot heard me at all."

"We didn't 'ear any screams. But we did 'ear some messed up shit. Was that the killer doin' all that?"

Alright, that makes me laugh. They thought that was a killer? Can't blame them. I don't make human sounds when in pain. My amusement puzzles him and even more so when I pat the spot next to me, giving him the okay to join me. He does so but cautiously.

"What's so funny?"

"Those sounds you heard...*giggles* That was me."

The "what the fuck" look he gets is priceless.

"You? You made those monster noises?"

"Yeah."

"Bullshit."

"Dude, why would I lie about that?"

"I...How?"

"I don't know how to scream."

"...Okay, now I know you're fuckin' with me."

"Dude, I literally woke up here growling and snarling like a beast. Are you sure I'm yanking your chain?"

He ponders this a moment.

"I guess not. Still a bit nuts though."

"And what isn't in this place?"

"Good point, Luv."

Maybe David isn't so bad in small doses. At least now he isn't being a flirty douche and I can take note of the two tattoos he has. One is behind his left ear of a Rose and the other is on his right forearm of a Lion. From what he spoke of in his past, that rose is from his Rugby Union Jerseys.

"So...Which of them freaks was it that did ya in?"

"The hell would I know? You were all so busy tell me your life's stories that you didn't give me info on the killers other than names and territories. Which, by the way, thanks for that. Real fucking helpful."

He chuckles as I glare. Though it doesn't hold much attitude when he pats my head apologetically.

"Sorry, Luv. But to be fair, we didn't expect ya to run off a second time."

"Yeah yeah. Excuses excuses."

"If it 'elps, I'll make it up to ya."

This shouldn't get to me but does get me curious.

"How?"

"If we get paired up on a team for a trial, 'ow about I watch your back?"

I shoot him a look.

"What?"

"You're just going to check out my ass the whole time."

That catches him off guard and he laughs loudly.

"Oh man...I fuckin' love it..."

"Come on, you know you totally would, Mr. English ball buster."

It takes him a bit to settle down. Though when he does, he pulls me into a playful headlock and nugies me.

"Not gonna lie, Luv, I would. The tail around 'ere ain't really fair game. I mean, all but one or two of you birds aren't of jail bait standards. Little Laurie is only seventeen. The oldest one is Jane but that duck ain't my type. Everyone else falls somewhere low but older than Laurie. It's a real minefield."

I feel like lying about my age would be a smart move on my part. Too bad I already gave that detail out when we did our whole "hi, my name is" thing. Curse being 32.

"You, on the other 'and, I like."

I'm starting to think I had it easier with the monster in the woods.

"Now spill it, Luv. What did this monster look like?"

He stops the nugies and I growl at the rat nest he made out of my head. That's going to be a bitch to fix.

"I couldn't see its face. Just the eyes. Though if it helps with knowing what it was, it had a bell."

He nods with recognition.

"Ah. The Wraith. Soddin' tosser can go invisible with that bell. Can't attack though till it's visible again. But it's much faster while 'idden."

"Again, really could've used that info before. Explains how it caught up to me so fast."

"And again, we didn't expect ya to leave."

"Well, now you know. And knowing is half the battle."

"G.I. Joe is still a thing in 2019?"

Laurie chirps.

"If you think that's weird, so is Cabbage Patch Kids dolls."

She gets this look that says "why" very clearly.

"How?"

"Some things just can't die no matter how much time passes."

That innocent yet ominous statement sets a chilling mood. The others keep away from me for now, only speaking to me if needed. David remains with me and aside from a few random blunt flirts here or there, his willingness to chat gives me a little more details on this bunch. Laurie and Quentin are the same age, making them the youngest ones here. Bill, even though he's been pulled from 2009, is the oldest here at the ripe age of 80. No clue how he's so damn spry for that age and managed through a freaking zombie apocalypse. In second place is Ace at 63, followed by Detective David at 58, and Ash at 57. David swears that Jane is in her 60s, yet she looks to be in her 30s, but it's always hard to tell how old a person is in the entertainment industry. They seem to defy aging...just like Madonna. Everyone else is all scattered between 19 and 40. It makes me think. I mean, I get why some of them are here. They went somewhere that was tied to a killer in some way or were with the killer when they too were picked by the Entity. But some of them...Why are they here? Were they pulled in because of crazy strong wills? Did the Entity taste something it liked and was like "sure I'll take that"? God, I have so many questions and I doubt I'll ever be able to even begin to scratch the surface for answers. There is however two questions I don't want answered...When will my first trial start and who'll be the killer?

[Elsewhere: Killer Shack]

*CLANG-CLANG*

"Tra la la. Meeting will come to order."

Wraith materializes and gets the other killers attention.

"Ah, so I was thinking...Tra la la...If we all stop wiping and griping and looking at our weapons after we hit one of those little squirts. We'd probably kill them a lot faster. What does everyone think? Tra la la."

The fifteen other monsters make sounds of agreement.

"Any questions?"

A hand is raised by the Huntress.

"Is it true that a new punk has been brought here?"

Wraith nods.

"Yes, dear. As some of you may have felt, the Entity has brought in a new Survivor. Tra la la. One that I have had the pleasure of finding in the woods outside of the campfire."

"A new human, you say?"

Ghost Face toys with his knife.

"Tell us, darling, what manner of prey are we getting to enjoy this time?"

"A new female has been added to the group. Tra la la."

"Heh...Another bitch that needs to be put down like the rest of the dogs."

Nightmare says with a menacing grin.

"I am not so sure she will be as easy as you think."

That gets some notice.

"AND WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

Trapper, understandably, questions.

"Do not toy around with riddles, friend."

The Nurse makes a good point.

"Just tell us what you know already, bellhop. Some of us have kills to be ready for."

However, Hillbilly is more blunt about it.

"Very well. Tra la la. While I did kill her, she was not without some odd tricks. She did not act like the other humans. Nor did she move like them either. Tra la la. If it weren't for her inexperience, I most likely wouldn't have caught her."

"Sounds more like you're losing your edge. *coughs*"

The Clown interjects between hacking fits.

"There is more. This human also is in possession of a very...how to put it...perplexing soul. Tra la la."

Interest is now at its maximum level.

"hag wants learn. hag learn ALL THINs!"

Hag, for the better part of it's effort, is eager to learn.

"Upon killing her, I managed to glimpse her soul before the Entity could take her away. This soul is unlike any I've seen before. Tra la la. It had multiple colors."

This gets some chuckling out of the Legion.

"heheheh...really trying to hype up this girl, aren't you?"

Wraith shrugs.

"I am merely informing you of what I know. Tra la la. Do with this knowledge what you will."

"then in that case, i choose to call dibs on the new meat."

The others voice out in disapproval.

"🕈☟✌❄ ☝✋✞☜💧 ✡⚐🕆 ❄☟☜ ☼✋☝☟❄ ❄⚐ ❄☟✋☠😐 ✡⚐🕆 👍✌☠ ☺🕆💧❄ 👍✌☹☹ 👎✋👌💧✍" (WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO THINK YOU CAN JUST CALL DIBS?)

The Doctor asserts his authority.

"..."

The Shape is very displeased.

"Deary, as much as that tough act is cute, there is a pecking order. Newer killers like us can't claim things willy nilly."

The Plague seems to know her place or just doesn't care.

"screw the rules. i have numbers."

"*snarls*"

Cannibal grips his chainsaw tightly, ready to have it's blade feed on the nearest flesh it can touch.

"I-If you think y-you're good enough to have a s-shot at the new meat. M-Maybe you should p-prove it."

The Pig isn't very menacing when she speaks.

"If anyone should call dibs IT'S ME! I need TENSION! CONFLICT!"

Spirit twitches violently, it's body trying to keep itself together.

"the way i see it, this bull your calling me on is moot. everyone here is gonna vote for themselves to go after the new meat, that is obvious. but what you dorks fail to remember is i don't have just one vote. there are four of me. and last i checked, four beats out any of your ones."

The dirty looks given to Legion would be worth their weight in killing potential if looks could kill. Yet he shrugs this off with a cocky grin and tucks his hands into his pants pockets while heading for the stairs leaving the basement.

"welp...catch you guys later. i'm gonna see what's so special about this human. wait...scratch that...my human."

He mockingly laughs as he ascends the stairs and the remaining fifteen are all glaring at where Legion once was.

"Can we end the meeting on agreeing that the Legion is an arrogant prick? Tra la la."

The resounding agreement is unanimous.

"Very well. Tra la la. Meeting adjourned."

*CLANG-CLANG*

With that, Wraith vanishes and takes its leave along with the other killers. Returning to their areas to prepare for the coming trials. For soon they will be unleashed upon those poor unfortunate souls. And there will be much bloodshed, for some Survivors more than others.

Let me know what you think. And I'm so sorry for all the info-dumping in the beginning. I personally hate it but there's no other way to describe the Survivors. Now...Some of the Killers aren't set in stone yet, but here's the idea for each killer and the monster they are.

Trapper = Fell Papyrus Wraith = River Person (AU determined later) Hillbilly = Flowey (AU determined later) Nurse = Horror Toriel Shape = Undertale Grillby Hag = Horror Temmie Doctor = HorrorFell Gaster Huntress = Fell Undyne Cannibal = Asriel (AU determined later) Nightmare = Napstablook (AU determined later) Pig = HorrorFell Alphys Clown = Asgore (AU determined later) Spirit = Mad Mew Mew (AU determined later) Legion = Sans (tale,fell,swap,horror) Plague = Undertale Muffet Ghost Face = Fell Mettaton (Yes, I'm aware of two more killers coming soon, I'll plan them out when they appear)

Also, you may have noticed I didn't say Freddy Kruger during Quentin's backstory even though his game bio dose. There's a reason for it and it fits with the lore. Nightmare is Freddy, no doubt...Now you're picturing Napstablook as Freddy and it's fucking cute...But, thanks to the Entity, he doesn't remember that. During a Q&A with game creators, they were asked this question..."CAN THE KILLERS REMEMBER THEIR PAST?". They answered..."It depends on the profile of the killer. Some of them do. Some of them don't. And remember might not be the right word. Have access to... maybe." This means that even the willing killers can be altered by the Entity to make it easier for them to be used and kill for their master. So if the Entity can mess with the killer's memories, why not the Survivors? So I'm making it that none of the Survivors that knew a Killer before the Entity got them remembers that Killer's past identity. This makes them true monsters. I'll also be editing the Killers lore to match the monsters a bit better, Legion for one in the game is comprised of 4 souls (2 male, 2 female), but in this story, the 4 souls are all male (4 different Sans). Needless to say more, that needs some tweaking. Thanks for reading all this. Have a good day or night. Laters. ^_^

[min-haven-pokemon-sanctuary]

with deltarune getting me back into the undertale stuff, ive also gone down the rabbit hole of weird au’s and made an oc for the bittybones au. Bittybones is an au where basically after the events of a true pacifist run in undertale, miniature monsters become available for adoption as exotic pets/companions, most often being based on the different alternate universe variations of the skeleton bros, such as the ones from underfell and underswap. I tried my hand at making a gaster based bittybones, although im not quite happy with the visual design yet. Ive got their personality and backstory down though. So if you’re up for a in depth look at the little guy, look under the read more And if I get some interest in the little guy, then i’d consider starting an ask blog for him.

BACKSTORY:

They’re a variety of gaster type bittybone which had been popularized as a companion for people in highly scientific and/or academic fields, which the bitty’s have a natural aptitude for. Although with that notoriety, and the issue of them being a rather rare and expensive variety of their kind, this unfortunately led to these bitty’s becoming more of an extravagant status symbol for wealthy academics and those looking to give off a similarly posh intellectual appearance, rather than them being actually well utilized for their cleverness and many useful skills. This goopster type gaster bitty was in a similar position. They were a top of the line expensive designer bittybones bought by the wealthy owner of a university, who then failed to treat them as any more than a flashy accessory, and left the bitty to slowly go stir crazy from lack of intellectual stimulation. With the resulting desperation and neediness causing the bittys situation to worsen from merely neglectful into more abusive territory's, which then drove them to run away before things could get any worse. They did not get very far before being picked up and taken in by a former art student visiting the campus. since the girl seemed nice and offered to help however they could, they then took their chance and lied about their predicament, saying that they were an abandoned stray (as opposed to a runaway bittybones who had only escaped from their house like a few hours ago) and agreed to be taken back home with her and accept her help in finding him a new home in order to get some distance before anyone would think to look for him, instead of being returned to their “owner”. Although after spending some time with the artist and finding that they got along well, they decided to stay with the artist instead of going through the process of getting re-adopted elsewhere.

Personality:

Personality wise, they’re probably best described as like having a cheerful nerdy professor you could carry around in your pocket, ready to give some private tutoring or dispense some nerdy humor at a moments notice. and truly were their skills wasted on their previous owner, because they’re an absolute information sponge, and have a desire and skill for teaching that puts many college professors to shame. Although not being a particularly creative sort, they often need to be pointed in a direction or else they’ll get stuck in a rut. But once given the slightest bit of a direction to go in, they will throw themselves into it, often regardless of topic, as outside of a few preferences they have a surprisingly indiscriminate thirst for knowledge. Having gone through plenty of upsetting experiences with the stuffy elitism and arbitrary exclusivity of upper class academics, they have little patience for whether something is considered high or low class, childish or mature, anything like that, and will research stuff like the history of comic books or mastering a song in a rhythm game like guitar hero with the same fervor as they would rocket science. And although their new artist partner feels like their talents are still wasted catering to a random nobody artist as opposed to like scientists working to cure cancer or something, personally he feel like they’ve really hit their groove catering to the diverse tastes and whims of a curious artist, enjoying having a creative type to bounce off of and get them out of their comfort zone of just reading books all day, and instead be enthusiastically driven to actually help make something new on the regular instead of just repeating whats already been done. Not to mention that thanks to the added impulsivity, it kinda helps encourage the guys mad scientist streak that often occurs in intellectually focused gaster bittys, but would be suppressed if allowed to get too much into a cycle of single minded focus on more mundane things. and which is how they ended up with a primitive DT extractor in the garage, with no doubt more crazy equipment on the way after the pair are done learning how to compose videogame style music. Although in a way they privately also kinda agree on their talents being wasted, but even though they don’t really say this to their human directly, they kinda take some spiteful glee in being a disappointment to the kind of elitist scientific culture they were born and bred to be in service too. Enjoying the seeming rebellion of spending time on more silly things solely for their own enjoyment. like spending weeks coming up with a stupid meme, or joining in on a game of dungeons and dragons as Buttlord, the bard with the magic song that makes humans crap their pants. Which often makes for a fun disparity as verbally they still have a pretty refined sounding tone and a large vocabulary, so coupled with their terrible sense of humor they often give that embarrassingly hilarious impression of a father using teenage slang, and aren't afraid to lean into that for a laugh. Outside of the nerdier social circles though, they aren't really the best socially, being a bit awkward and easily embarrassed around strangers. he doesn't respond well to stress or aggression either, being a bit of a pushover sometimes, and has a tendency to either freeze up or be pretty slow to defend himself in general when others start getting abrasive with him. Cus of this he really doesn't do well with more aggressive bittybones, and would probably get picked on a lot more if their more aggressive and protective artist friend wasn’t there to compensate.

Physical:

Magic wise he’s got the ability to teleport, blasters, the ability to levitate objects, and the ability to summon magic floating copies of their hands and manipulate them. (most notable magic that most bittybones have that they lack is that they cannot use bone attacks, only blasters)

This extra hands ability in particular is often especially useful, helping them to do things such as multitask, type on a computer, carry things, play certain kinds of instruments, etc.

Like many skeletons (though not necessarily all skeleton bittys) he has a different text font, but thankfully it’s not an illegible one like wingdings. his font being monotype corsiva, which gives him a bit of a posh, old timey tone to his voice.

He is a goopster, (goop gaster) with his body being made out of a malleable black slime, but unlike many goopsters, he doesn't have the same physical cohesion issues as many do, and will not easily stain, ooze, or otherwise drip pieces of himself, with pieces that are removed from the whole naturally moving back to rejoin with the main body, only decomposing if kept separate for a good few hours. his ooze is glossy and has a faint purple sheen to it. Although like many goopsters, they still have issues with temperature, having a tendency to melt when it’s too hot and get stiff and freeze when it’s cold. though cold weather is defiantly the worse of the two, and he cannot be let outside alone when it’s below freezing, as his goop will stiffen until it becomes frozen and he cant move it, and has the similar risk that a human tongue has when licking a frozen metal pole, his goop can get frozen stuck to surfaces and trap him in place. technically he can survive being frozen solid for a few days or so, but it’s all very unpleasant, so no playing in snow for him.

The only stiff parts of his body are his skull, hands, and four rib bones that float in his main body mass unconnected to any spine or ribcage. thanks to this, much like an octopus he can fit into any space that can accommodate his skull. at at his short stature at about 4 inches tall, that means there isn't much he cant squeeze into or out of.

Although a trade off is that as he doesn't have legs, he cant move quite as quickly as many other bittys can, having to kinda ooze along like a snail for his walking speed, and creating amoeba like pseudopods to scamper more quickly. As seen above, he doesnt have teeth, though can still summon the glowing ecto tounge that many skeleton bittys can. though he is not limited to summoning only one, and can summon between 2 to 8 tongues at will. they’re mostly for show though, as his primary way of eating is to just put bits of food directly into his stomach by pushing it through the goop in his torso. He can eat some pretty large for his size food items this way, with those rib bones sinking beneath the surface and attaching to the food item to anchor it in place so it doesn't jostle around as it’s digested. most often he does this with stiffer foods like fruit and veggies such as apple slices or baby carrots and stuff, and there’s usually a bowl of them out for him so he can grab a slice, stick it in his chest, then scamper off to get back to his reading. Another fun and bizarre way for him to eat, is his soup and beverage baths. which are basically exactly what they sound like. you make him a small bowl of soup and he climbs in and he sits there and chills for a bit, absorbing the nutrients and such through his goop-skin. it cant be too hot though or he’ll melt like wax into it, making for a very slow tricky process for him to reform, with him often not being able to fully reclaim his lost goop, thus requiring a few days of achy, tired recovery to regenerate his lost slime. although he can still do regular baths and showers and stuff, but good rule of thumb is that if it burns you, it’ll make him start breaking apart from melting, so best to be careful. he isn't constantly digesting whatever he comes in contact with tho, and can actually consciously turn it on and off, allowing him to carry small items without damaging them. for example, he had a brief shoplifting phase where he would steal small items of value like jewelry and smuggle them out in his goop.

Relationship with human roommate:

Though arguably not a perfect match, they make a pretty good team with the human considering their bittybones to be more helpful than they could have possibly imagined.

doing wonders for their artistic drive and overall skills thanks to their study buddy, with them being fresh out of college being a big boon to their relationship overall as it allowed them to smoothly transition to giving the similar level of studiousness to their bittybones, who in turns absolutely lives for the positive attention and the chance to show off their skills, finding few things that give them more satisfaction in life than structuring lectures complete with power-point slides and everything, leaping at the chance to do so whenever a new topic of interest shows up.

And before long it even starts bringing in some money for the household, as they are then able to then place the lectures onto one of the paid self-education websites where they are occasionally bought.

though the are far from limited to just lectures and studying, as practically whatever the human is looking to do, the bitty is eager to participate at basically every level, helping write and edit scripts, flesh out ideas, learn new artistic software's, help organize, essentially whenever one of the pair gets stuck on something, the other is almost always able to pick up the slack on a project. making for a nice synergy of mutual encouragement between the two.

and being so helpful, the artist started calling him her muse, and he latched onto the nickname, giving himself the name of Muse Corsiva, which helped to hide his identity as a bittybones while on the internet. he still wont say what name he had with his previous owner, thought he defiantly had one, so it was probably something he’s embarrassed about. And so while muse’s obsessive workaholic personality has really helped their artist partner improve their skills, the artists ability to chill and have fun has really improved the bittys overall quality of life, always on the lookout for fun new things to do to help diversify their friends life experience and keep things exciting for them, while helping to maintain as much independence as they can manage for their little monster in this big dangerous world, like setting him up with being able to make and manage his own small income, and making sure he has a number of personal effects that are often outside the norm for bittybone companions, like having his own small smartphone, his own bank account and keychain sized debit card, his own laptop, etc. and making sure that they have the resources to modify whatever they need to fit their size when summoning extra hands isnt enough to compensate. The only thing they really lack in comparison to most other bittybones is a wardrobe, but that’s mostly because their physiology as being half goop monster doesnt lend itself well to clothes, with him really only being able to wear stuff like hat’s, scarves, ties, and gloves, which he usually refrains from wearing unless it’s a special occasion. said special occasion usually being comic cons. he likes to cosplay. Although despite being arguably smarter and more capable than many humans and monsters, (which makes the bittybones species being classified as a pet even more uncomfortable than it usually it) he’s still a bittybones, which comes with certain tricky but unavoidable physical limitations outside of his short stature that make them reliant on a caretaker/companion to survive. for context, bittybones are a type of pygmy monster with an exceptionally weak soul. and for those who remember just how fragile monster souls are to begin with, with the whole “it would take every monster soul in the underground to equal the power of a single human soul“ thing. having an even weaker soul than that? that’s saying something. so, in order to compensate, bitty’s need to maintain a frequent close proximity to magical power sources or else their health will severely suffer for it, and they will rarely live past 1/3 of their total possible lifespan in such conditions. while their distant ancestors were more able to compensate their magic using environmental magic from things such as magical plantlife, for modern bittys the most effective way is simply to maintain a regular close proximity to a human or monster soul, or barring that, at the very least be around a large number of other bittys. with some bittys being able to go as far as forging magical connections with other souls in order to sustain themselves, which effectively stabilize themselves, but often carry some risks, sometimes to the point of being life threatening to the bitty if broken. Muse however is not one of these monsters capable of those sort of magical connections with other souls, so he needs to maintain frequent proximity for his health.

But this led to the two of them developing an arguably bad habit. See the artist has a yellow soul, which are exceptionally good at directing their influence outwards as opposed to more self contained human soul colors,(so consider it a soul variety more inclined towards offense as opposed to defense) and after an adjustment period, (as humans cannot directly manifest and manipulate their little heart shaped souls without first being exposed to monster magic to draw it out. usually to create a weak point for the monster to attack) she became capable of deliberately radiating magic from her soul, turning it into something of a little glowing heat lamp of magic. Just standing near a human is often more than enough for a bittybones to gain a healthy stabilizing effect for their souls, but getting right up next to a magical radiator starts bordering on dangerous. And it starts out on lower levels, with cute and silly sorta scenes of Muse sunbathing on a little lawn chair with a little pair of sunglasses while the artist works on their stuff. but muse keeps upping his tolerance of her magic, reaching the point where she can glow her soul and put it down within reach, and he’ll literally drape himself over it like a wet towel. Neither of them are aware of it, but if another bitty tried doing this, it would probably be enough to almost kill them. heck, even doing what muse used to do with his “sunbathing” could be enough to give a different bitty some pretty bad “magical sunburns” as the glowing she does is really more accurately described as emitting unformed magical bullets, like what is seen in game when the players soul is turned yellow during the mettaton fight. though the two of them are given the opposite impression in their experience, as thanks to his acclimating to the soul energy, muses body is able to convert it into a healing magic, speeding up his recovery from injurys significantly. And though as long as they stay together things are fine, if they are to be split up then it would quickly become clear that muse has developed an unhealthy dependency on external magic that most monster and human souls would be incapable of easily providing him. Though there is a pretty clear warning sign of this dependency that would only really be obvious in retrospect. And that is the homemade DT extractor he’s made in the garage. Though perhaps better described as a DT collector, if she is to glow her soul into the intake portion of the machine, it is able to convert the energy into a liquid form able to be safely stored in small glass bottles. it’s not very efficient,  and is physically exhausting for the artist, taking about a half hour of non-stop soul glowing to fill up one of the tiny bottles with a glowing yellow liquid, but once collected these bottles can function as miniature glowing souls for the bitty, keeping him in good health in the times when they might have to be separated for a few days or more. So for their sake, the artist went through the process enough to make about 6 small bottles worth of this unrefined determination. While the bottles are not too dangerous on their own, and the concept might have some merit as a tool for helping abandoned bittybones recover from being suddenly cut off from their supplementary magic source like that, since alphys has never fully released her findings on the negative effects of determination on monsters, neither of them are really aware of the potential hazards those bottles carry. primary of which, being that while it’s a small enough dose of DT that a regular monster would be largely unaffected if exposed, if a bitty were to drink or otherwise be exposed to a bottles worth of the stuff (such as through the skin), it could be enough to either kill the bitty, or turn them into an amalgamate.

So they've unwittingly created a number of mad science ticking time bombs, and im sure there's a lot of crazy ways THAT could turn out. Extra bonus art of muse in their cosplay for anyone who manages getting this far.

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“Ultimates Play” (a.k.a. Let’s Player AU)

Hey, Mod Snake here! So I realize that I’ve been sort of lax on my part in the 2K celebration. This has been mostly to the fact that I’ve been working on my senior thesis, and it’s been absolute hell trying to motivate myself to do anything with that nightmare hanging over my head. But now the thesis is officially over and I can finally get around to posting something I’ve been meaning to post for a while: an AU concept called “Ultimates Play!” The idea of this AU is similar to the Talent Development Plan ‘verse, except that the DR1, SDR2, and NDRV3 characters share a gaming channel on YouTube called ‘Ultimates Play’. Over the years since it started, the channel has evolved into sort of a Rooster Teeth-style project, with dozens of different series done by many different hosts. There’s a lot to unpack here, so let’s just jump right in! 

General Concepts:

As you can imagine, Chiaki was the one to set up the channel; in fact, the channel was originally called “Chiaki’s Gaming Corner”, and the channel URL still reflects this. Hajime quickly became involved in the editing process, since Chiaki would frequently fall asleep before uploading the videos. Chiaki then gradually began introducing her fellow classmates, who had become interested in the games during Class 77’s meet-up times (everyone involved refuses to call them “classes”), as hosts of their own series; before long, this spread to other classes entirely. And thus, Ultimates Play was born.

Junko in this AU is still technically in despair, but the passion for video games she developed after spending some time with Chiaki helps keep her Ultimate Analyst abilities occupied, preventing her from becoming bored enough to lash out at the world. She is still extremely competitive and aggressive, particularly towards Mukuro, but in general it is typically safe to be in the same building as her.

This AU uses the “Class 79” canon for the V3 kids, similar to the Ultimate Talent Development Plan, since the Tragedy doesn’t happen in this AU.

As the channel started to get big, the group decides they need a headquarters in which to stay; they end up building it a few blocks away from Hope’s Peak. Very few of them live in the building full-time, but the building is equipped with dozens of beds anyway just in case they all happen to crash there overnight at the same time. There are also multiple TVs, so that different students can record series at the same time.

The channel is one of the top 10 most subscribed channels on YouTube, due in part to the variety of content. Of the series, Chiaki’s and Ibuki’s typically have the most views, while Celeste’s and Hajime’s have the least views.

Even though Komaru isn’t technically an Ultimate, Makoto and Toko both begged Chiaki until she was allowed to join the channel.

Individual Series:

Makoto and Kyoko have “Detective Training,” in which they play mystery games together; typically these consist of point-and-click adventure games, although sometimes they’ll do other genres if there is a sufficient mystery element. Kyoko almost always figures out the entire mystery from the start, so she basically spends the whole time trying not to spoil the twists and puzzles for Makoto. Shuichi occasionally guest stars, but he’s too self-conscious around Kyoko to make regular appearances.

Sakaya and Kaede share a series where they play rhythm games like DDR, as well as general music-themed games like Rockband; they alternate off randomly between which one is the host, never appearing in the same episode.

Toko’s primary series is “Toko’s Shovelware Spectacular”, in which she plays the worst of the worst games on the iPhone and Android app stores. Komaru makes an appearance every time there’s a multiplayer game, or whenever Toko is so genuinely shocked by a game’s shittiness that she needs a second person to confirm she’s not imagining things.

Neither Togami nor the Ultimate Imposter have a consistent theme for their series (although they tend towards real-time strategy games); however, there is something of a running joke between them. Every time Togami uploads a video on a game, Twogami will then upload a video on the same game, starting off from the same place Togami left off and claiming to be the next installment. Togami is consistently infuriated by this, but he can’t figure out how to stop it. There’s a running debate in the comments about whether the ‘second Togami’ is actually a distinct entity or just Togami playing an elaborate practical joke; this, for Togami, is the worst part of the whole thing.

Ishimaru has a series called “Upholders of Justice”, in which he plays crime-themed games (GTA, Saint’s Row, etc.) while breaking as few laws as the game will allow him to. If you’ve ever seen the Saints Row the Third episode of Monster Factory, it’s sort of like that.

Hifumi and Kazuichi have a shared series called “Love Quest 3000”, in which they play dating sims together; this is ostensibly for the purpose of figuring out how to get better at real romance, but they have yet to achieve any success in this field.

Celeste has a recurring series on gambling games, such as video poker and virtual slot machines. To her eternal fury, they are by far the least-viewed videos on the entire channel; this may be because she always wins, or because her commentary consists almost entirely of A) ‘advice’ on how to win at gambling (which boils down to “be lucky and don’t panic”), and B) reiterations of how successful she is.

While Junko doesn’t actually have a standalone series, there is a playlist named “With Junko” on the channel. This is because, rather than star in her own series, Junko will occasionally crash episodes of other series and serve as a guest commentator for the episode, typically without the approval or knowledge of the players in question. HOWEVER, Junko does co-star in a regular series called “Rose and Thorns”, in which she and Mukuro play co-op games like Portal 2 and New Super Mario Bros. You can probably imagine how well their interactions go.

Hajime did an Undertale LP.

In her continuing effort to be the most meta human being in the universe, Ibuki has only a single ongoing series: “Ibuki Plays Danganronpa”. At no point in the series does she comment on the fact that her fellow Ultimates- and indeed herself- appear in the games; the closest she comes is her DR2 LP, in which she off-handedly remarks on the similarities between herself and Ibuki in the game. There is only one exception: every time game-Ibuki’s corpse is on-screen in Chapter 3, real-Ibuki goes absolutely silent until the scene changes or she turns away. None of the other Ultimates can figure out where the hell she got these games, and she refuses to provide a straight answer.

Hiyoko and Mikan, of all people, have a shared series entitled “Super Bestest Friends Play!”; it consists pretty much entirely of Hiyoko forcing Mikan to play the weird Flash games you find on various “gaming” websites (i.e. bootleg Frozen games and the like). Hiyoko uploaded the first episode without permission from the others, and promptly found herself being threatened with stabbing by Maki, who is always on watch to make sure things don’t get too upsetting for Mikan; every once in a while you’ll hear a soft click in the background of the episodes, at which point Hiyoko will immediately and urgently apologize to Mikan and suggest a tamer game. Also, every once in a while the situation gets shaken up a bit: on at least a couple of occasions Mikan very visibly starts getting aroused by the games in question, which freaks Hiyoko out more than anything else the other Ultimates have ever seen (this is the main reason they allow the series to persist).

Gundham and Sonia have an ongoing series in which they play horror games together. Gundham constantly pretends not to be freaked out by the jumpscares, even though he is. Sonia constantly pretends to be freaked out by the atmosphere, even though she’s not. They are exactly as adorable together as you can imagine.

Gundham also has a recurring Pokémon series, covering at least one game from every Generation. He makes a dedicated effort to capture one of every Pokémon, and at the end of each playthrough he hacks in any that he can’t obtain legitimately that Gen. His videos are each at least an hour long because he can’t make himself stop playing with his Pokémon. He also cites Pokémon-Amie as the single greatest innovation in the history of the franchise.

As more and more shows started appearing on the channel, Chiaki started putting out less and less content- which suits her just fine, since it gives her more chances to play games with herself and her friends, without having to worry about making entertaining commentary. Her only ongoing series at the time of the AU is a gaming news show, where she reports on announcements about games she’s interested in, as well as discussions about what she’d like out of future games. Hajime is a recurring guest star on the series.

Komaru has a series where she plays whatever games she happens to like at the time; most of these are Nintendo games, and almost all of them are on the casual end of the spectrum. Toko regularly drops in without warning.

Mitarai has an ongoing visual novel review series, which frequently devolves into tips about drawing and commentary on anime he likes or dislikes.

Himiko has a series of RPG playthroughs, many of them unfinished. The only playthroughs she will consistently finish are Final Fantasy games, since they’re Tenko’s favorites. She also did exactly three episodes of a Kingdom Hearts LP before abandoning it, citing the story being too confusing.

Maki has a recurring series in which she plays first-person shooters in order to test their accuracy. To the hastily-suppressed delight of Kokichi (and the well-disguised amusement of everyone else in the building), Maki usually turns out to be absolutely terrible at these games, being so used to real combat situations that she can’t adapt to the artistic license of most FPS’s.

Kokichi Oma has only one series, which is entitled “Kokichi Plays Minecraft”. The series is well over a hundred episodes long, and not a single damn second of that is from Minecraft. Instead, every episode is taken from a different game, with no apparent pattern; each episode has Kokichi acting as if he’s been playing this game for several episodes, as well as alluding to various incidents that happened previously in the game (which, of course, the audience doesn’t get to see).

Tsumugi’s series is literally just makeup tutorials for cosplayers. She doesn’t seem to realize that it’s otherwise pretty much exclusively a gaming channel, and no one else has bothered to tell her.

There are plenty of other series not listed here, including some that pop up without warning and only air one or two episodes before ending. In general, every character from the games has at least one recurring series, each with wildly different schedules. 

One series in particular doesn’t have a single consistent host; it’s called “Ultimate Date Night”, and the commentary role shifts between various couples within the group- Akane and Nekomaru, Himiko and Tenko, Sonia and Gundham, Kokichi and Shuichi- as they play various cooperative and competitive games together. There is also a spin-off series called “Double Date”, in which two such couples square off in team-based competitive games.

Other Headcanons:

At one point, Hifumi and Kazuichi definitely played Doki Doki Literature Club, and spent the second half of the series alternately screaming and crying. They were not ready.

For one April Fools’ Day, everyone on the channel traded series for the day; Makoto and Kyoko hosted “Love Quest 3000”, Celeste and Ishimaru hosted “Super Bestest Friends Play!”, Hiyoko and Mikan hosted the horror game series, Maki hosted “Detective Training” (with special guests Kaito and Maki), and so on. The only exception to this was Kokichi; the thumbnail for his video showed Mukuro as the host, but Kokichi introduces himself as usual at the start of the video and does his usual thing. Also, Junko cameoed on multiple series that day.

Makoto and Kyoko definitely played through Ghost Trick together, and Makoto cried multiple times throughout the game, particularly near the ending.

The only time anyone in the group has ever seen Junko legitimately cry is that one time when Mukuro beat her at Mario Kart 8. Mukuro has never let her forget that day.

Maki was banned from “Double Date” after her first and only appearance ended with extensive property damage and Fuyuhiko (who was on the other team with Peko) being rushed to the hospital with multiple broken bones.

Games Komaru has played include Super Mario Galaxy (finished, though not 100%), The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (unfinished), Thomas Was Alone, and Miitopia.

Chisa regularly visits the Ultimates Play headquarters, bringing snacks and encouragement. Everyone is happy to see her, even Togami and Kokichi.

Himiko was the first non-Class 77 member of the channel; no one is quite sure how she ended up joining, least of all Himiko.

Let us know if you like this idea, and if you have other headcanons regarding this AU! Maybe you’ll get featured in a follow-up post or something; who knows? Anyway, hope you enjoyed whatever this was! 

- Mod Snake