#alphys specializes in engineering

[37googolplex]

I always liked the idea that they both work at NASA post true pacifist

[megalommi]

Dr Baggs relies on Dr Alphys for more complex engineering matters, her speciality is definitely more in machines than himself. He tends to specialise in the biological.

[hms-no-fun]

Tell us about Dill and Alexander! I kinda picture them in my head as Kermit and that blue eagle Muppet but gay and gamer/greasy mechanic. Is that where you got the idea? Is sburb's frog fascination gonna play into the story of these boyos?

oh what's that? you want to be the captive audience for a lore dump about my very special guys? completely unprompted and with total investment in everything i might have to say? well well, don't mind if i do!

SO, Dill Croaker and Alexander Falcon are members of a now-defunct group called The Falconers. they are modeled after Star Fox (the team) from Star Fox (the video games). we haven't seen Alex on screen yet, but here's @girlpillz's rendering of Dill for B1 verse 1, where Lenore Lehart shows off her sick bouncy ball skills for Dana Straten to get the attention of Dill.

Alex being a blue falcon, i imagine he looks legally distinct from Falco Lombardi from Star Fox (the video games; the team) albeit less cocky and attitudinous.

there are technical reasons for The Falconers' existence. going into 3.2B, i knew i wanted a secondary supporting cast in the margins capable of handling dirtywork off-screen. for instance, they're decrypting and analyzing Lenore's stolen witch data so the main cast doesn't have to worry about it, leaving us more time to luxuriate in what we're actually here for: feelings.

Star Fox 64 is my favorite game, so when it came time to come up with that supporting cast, the possibilities of a knockoff Star Fox team immediately sold me on the idea (especially since this is the only story where i will ever reasonably be able to get away with such a blatant act of self-indulgence. you wouldn't believe it from looking, but i don't actually do a lot of indulging myself with Godfeels. i try very hard to never throw things in without serious calculation. The Falconers are pretty much the only thing i've introduced that came as an inorganic external mandate of my own selfish making, and even then i've worked very hard to integrate them naturally). as a broken up four-person crew, they mirror the Upsilons-- and so, them helping the Falconers reunite in order to find Alphi and Edie gives these guys some juice. their backstory is a shadow of the Upsilons', and a useful point of comparison as the narrative plugs along. i could've made a girl Star Fox team, but frankly Godfeels is just so women-centered, so female-focused, so tgirl-transfixed that i figured it was about time to throw the boylikers a bone.

The Falconers are balanced as a calculated twist on the Star Fox team. the most immediate difference is that here, Alexander Falcon fills the role of Fox McCloud. he's the charismatic team leader, a little surly (especially these days) but good at his job and deeply committed to the care of his team. Dill Croaker is, obviously, only about five runs through the dryer away from Slippy Toad, and fills the same role. my reason for this is that everyone is mean to Slippy and they're wrong. Slippy is a brilliant engineer and programmer, why do you expect him to be an ace fighter pilot too? that's YOUR job, hotshot! Nintendo themselves have been all over the map with Slippy in terms of characterization, pretty much never getting him quite as right as he felt in 64. so, yeah, Dill is my take on Slippy: a clueless gamer frog who plays with a lot of edgelords but is himself impervious to their venom. he never cusses because he's a good boy, and he respects women.

Dill and Alex have lived together on Crime Planet for a long time. are they fucking? no, i don't believe they are. Dill strikes me as something of an ace king, and anyway i don't think he's Alex's type. mostly they work together in the shop and hang out doing bro stuff. maybe Alex lifts weights while Dill plays shitty space MOBAs. but all this begs the question: who is Alex's type?

as of the B1 solo we've learned a little bit about the other two Falconers. first there is Erol [last name unknown], the oldest member of the crew who's likely analogous to Peppy Hare. which leaves us with Yolo Sionnach. a lot of information can be implied about him from this exchange:

yes, a lot of information indeed. but as much as i would love to enumerate the implications, i must hold my tongue. i mean, i would type it all out, but i can't, because i'm literally using my fingers to hold my tongue in place so that i can't say the spoilers out loud

anyway, i like the muppet comparison. that wasn't what i had in mind at all, but now i'm imagining the Falconers as the puppets Nintendo used to advertise Star Fox Zero and........ ohhhh scope creep you saucy temptress

the Slippy slander is rampant! and that's to say nothing of the ad where muppet versions of Satoru Iwata, Shigeru Miyamoto, and Reggie Fils-Aime slowly transform into Peppy, Fox, and Falco respectively.

i can't say that Sburb/the Universe Engine have much to do with The Falconers' story. they're not godtier, they don't know anything about the UE, they are literally just space mercenary furries. they come from the Lemurian Star System, trained at the Academy on Lemuria, and worked in the Lemurian Sky Corps until starting their own independent outfit as contractors (which i imagine is a fairly common career path in a region racked by interplanetary war and rampant espionage). age-wise, they're in their mid 30s.

thank you for this wonderful question. no one ever asks about the other guys, and i am always dying to talk about the other guys.

[otherswap]

I get that people say that like “oh sans is a deep character he is hiding his depression and stuff” bla bla bla like would this count in the au? Or not would sans just be like “oh shit I turned you into a freak… wanna hear some comedy?” Like he doesn’t even care that he turned someone into an amalgamation he is just tired and did an “oopsie sowie I turn you into a melting ice pudy ” … btw what would the characters look like in a style of Help_tale? Would flower stay the same? Or just get a make over

(That’s all idk if it’s too many questions into one sentence;-;)

He is pretty much the same person in OTHERSWAP, he just doesn't fulfill the judge role. He's still aware of timeline shenanigans (not the same as "remembering" resets) which is one of the big reasons as to why he thinks and acts the way he does.

We're still working out exactly how the Amalgamates would come to be or what Sans' job actually entails, as he specializes in theoretical physics and not mechanical engineering like Alphys. It's not that he wouldn't care about others, he's just really good at maintaining a poker face, almost to the point of callousness.

I'm not interested in that AU or designing characters for it.

[danstupidaushit]

Decadent Society MODERN

So uh, this one i'll have to rewrite, as despite still having the original info stored in my computer, i feel like it would be a lot better if i tried to re-explain some points about the characters (specially since a lot of info that i have saved is in fact outdated, lol)

So, what was the concept of this "modern" version of Decadent Society? I'm not... sure? Like, at first when i was making this new version, i was actually doing it so i could give the AU a fresh coat of paint, i wasn't going to change the main storyline or anything, i just wanted to make the characters look less like a swapfell ripoff, but after a while i guess i gave the AU the concept that, after the monsters got locked up on the underground, Asgore began to start forcing everyone to get prepared for a possible second war he wanted to have with the humans, so a lot of places and monsters were now dedicated to training and getting themselves prepared for when a second war broke out I did not remember this being kinda similar to negativetale, but oh well

So yeah, the AU was meant now to give more focus on the whole war thing Asgore wanted to do, giving some emphasis on him being actually serious this time and shit. I never developed the concept of the AU too much, mostly because i think i was trying to change it for the sake of being different? I wasn't doing it because i had a good idea in mind that sounded better than the old version, i was doing it because i strongly believed i HAD to

So, uh onto all the characters i have developed

Frisk: no info about them that i can remember, so i guess we can say they are pretty much the same

Flowey: So apparently he's somewhat more similar to the original flowey, but due to being so oppressed by the world around him, he eventually grew way too afraid to keep on going on trying to be threatening, as he now only attacks others when he's afraid of them, and constantly tries to hide himself out.

Napstablook: His concept was that instead of being depressed, he's so lonely that he became somewhat insane, or at least a little bit crazy. Simple as that

Toriel: I don't remember her fully, but i believe the idea for her is that she became much more about surviving rather than keeping on going with the motherly personality that she has, sure she will help Frisk, but they will never be her main priority.

Sans: He's depressed and lonely, and has a small mania of trying to call Papyrus several times a day, mostly because of not being able to see him in person anymore after Paps was drafted. None of his calls get answered.

Papyrus: He got drafted, and now undergoes through heavy training in order to be a perfect soldier for when the second war eventually breaks out. He's a lot more quiet and serious than his original undertale counterpart, and always takes his duty over his morals, despite knowing that some of the stuff he's forced to do is wrong.

Undyne: Leader of the army, nothing much to say about her except that she's fierce, remorseless and definitely doesn't question any single one of Asgore's orders, them being shady or not.

Alphys: I guess her concept was that she's a tired scientist forced to produce weapons for Asgore's army, tho her old design indicates that she also had a knack for engineering robots and cyborg like appendages.

Mettaton: I genuinely don't remember what he was about, but i guess he was more focused on the whole television thing? I do remember his old box design had a concept where he only speaks via the programs that he was managed to show on his screen, so he basically had to talk via sentence mixing lol

Asgore: Big bad guy, desperately wants to start a war with humans again, mostly out of spite than anything else.

Asriel and Chara: idk what their concepts were about, i think Asriel was like, a neglected kid because Asgore is an asshole and Toriel was too busy, and Chara was like, his kinda weird friend. Idk how they were supposed to die or something

Muffet: Oh wow, i actually made more characters aside from the main cast. So, the concept for Muffet is that she's a famous movie star and was a main adversary for Mettaton's business. Yeah that was it, the concept was cool but i never got too deep on it lol

Burgerpants: He's a drug dealer, he had to start selling shady shit because he got laid off from his job at Mettaton's hotel for being too incompetent.

Nice Cream Guy: weird emo guy, very anxious and scared about stuff. Apparently there was a concept about him having an abusing girlfriend? Which explained why he had to wear a collar, they were kinky, but the woman was kinda of a bitch to her or something. Idk lmao

Temmie: Also some kind of dealer, tho instead of Burgerpants that just sold straight up drugs, Temmie just sells knockoff stuff, while also giving out temmie flakes.

Monster kid: I remember he was kinda cute, he was actually gonna be a companion for Frisk during the majority of the story, not only through waterfall. He was like, a heavily bullied kid that loved doing art, which was funny since he don't got arms, so he actually learned to draw using his mouth.

And i think that was it? I don't actually have much information i remember about, since i erased a lot of the stuff i've made for the au because i wanted the modern version "forgotten" or something, idk lmao But there you go, this is why you see a lot of people for whatever reason drawing decadent society sans with a blue eye or with a hoodie with camo patterns, it's because of this cancelled version of the AU best way to take this info i provided is to look back at that shitty drawing i made with the main cast + some side characters

[cyberfell-redux]

General Character Lore Part 4:

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If you asked the average monster what the biggest technical advancement monsterkind made while still underground was, most would tell you it was the core. A massive feat of engineering prowess, the core loomed over Hotlands and provided energy to all areas of the underground. There was not a single life it didn't touch, combining ambient magic and geo-thermal energy in a massive collider and energy storage device. If the core went down today, it would still contain enough energy to keep the lights on for everyone for 90 days - or nearly a year straight with clever rolling blackouts and other energy reduction techniques.

Even so, Wingding could not take all the credit for it. It took Sans' theory, and years of tinkering on smaller scale models with Alphys for the final design to be born - he was just the unlucky bastard forced to attend interviews and ceremonies for it. Alphys begged him for a pass and Sans.... well Sans was Sans - try to drag him somewhere he doesn't feel like being and the asshole just *poofs* away.

While the most well known project of his career, the most funded and the best received, the core was not his favorite project. He would smile for the reporters and tell them what an honor it was to work with the Royal Science Commission - how proud he was to be on the esteemed team - all day if he had to. No one really needed to know about his favorite, nor did anyone really care too much about it anyways.

From concept to the first launch, Wingding Gaster had spent the majority of his life working on the old UnderNet. No, not the glorified message board - the original UnderNet framework, including the servers that host the damn thing. if only he had been more assertive about making them pick a different name It served as a framework for all of his future projects: performing calculations for his work, running models of his projects, simulating outcomes of his experiments, and storing the massive amounts of data his work created. His being the operative word in the description above. WD Gaster has never been one to share his work, especially not a piece that was so important. Even so, there are things he is willing to trade for, and Alphys' specialties are one of them.

And so the deal was struck, he provided his theories and designs for a device that could fold material and magic, store the target in a sub pocket in the electro-magic field generated by the core, then allow it to be retrieved with the push of a button. In exchange, Alphys would have a dedicated server for number crunching and whatever else she wanted to run on his framework, along with credit for the release. even now, his pride insists that was his first mistake

That was not too special - yes it is convenient and yes when Alphys released it the device was wildly popular but that was a mere shadow of his real goal.

Everything made of magic has an expiration date. Unless more is added at regular intervals, any construct made of magic will disappear eventually as the magic loses stability and returns to a resting state with the ambient magic around it. Scans of the barrier indicated that no human mage had ever returned to add magic - content as they were to lock monsterkind underground and throw away the key. Even with the power derived from their seven souls it was clear the barrier would fall on its own eventually.

Yes, all calculations showed it was due to fall in approx. 99999 years.

Monsterkind had been trapped roughly 1,500 years ago, so it would only be another 98499 years until they would be free! Long lived as monsters are, longer lived as boss monster are, it was becoming clearer by the day that they would be extinct by the time the barrier fell.

Since the day the prince fell down, the day Asgore declared humanity to be their enemy, the day things became kill or be killed, monsterkind has done worse than stagnate. Content as they were to sublime themselves anyone with eyes could tell this could not continue.

Even so, he and his brothers would see the sun. They would not be turned to meaningless dust by this place, they would not disappear into nothing, they would not WOULD NOT fall here. He had promised it foolishly but he meant it - WD Gaster would find a way for them to make it. Not just until after the barrier fell either, no they would do better than survive to see the surface.

The king's plan of going to war with humanity didn't work for his parents and with the way things were going it was clear it wouldn't work the second time either. Sure they could probably get 6 more souls in less than 98499 years, they already had one, but with the way things were looking by the time the seventh soul was collected monsterkind would be a shell of the proud people they once were. Even if they lived that long, Asgore's philosophy would get the rest killed within weeks.

But what if they didn't have to follow the king's lead? What if they weren't relying on collecting human souls to break the barrier? What if there was a way for them, not the future generations of monsterkind but this generation to wait it out? If only there was a way to press pause on the underground until it was time for the barrier to fall...

Like most of his brilliant ideas, it began simply.

Make a simulacrum that could comfortably contain the minds and souls of every monster in the underground. It must contain the minds and souls, but because of the core's limitations their physical bodies need to be separated and sustained or the loss would kill any monster who tried to leave. He would control the parameters of the simulation, offering lots of variability in things to do and places to see to prevent... well insanity. He would also establish the rules to ensure no one would harm each other - not that it would do much good to try once he turns off pain reception and chemically inhibits their anger.

Yes, this idea was becoming very, very interesting.

It took years of work, years of lying to the king for funding for "a better way to keep human souls in stasis", years of lying to Sans on what the project was and what he needed to have built, years of... not going home as often as he promised BUT it would all be worth it. He'd do whatever his brothers asked of him, once he fixed things, once they were safe, once it was under his control.

The theory was proven with the storage of inanimate objects - he'd done all manner of tests; they went in and returned as if no time had passed at all for them. The simulation was built, the device for uploading souls and consciousness alike was functioning as expected (unfortunately, the Aaron who graciously volunteered could not be released back to the underground - his sacrifice in the name of science would be remembered), and the stage was set.

All that was left was to try it for himself, then he could solve everything for everyone - he is the royal scientist after all, what is his purpose, if not to find solutions?

[quixoticalpostsager]

Mettaton wouldn’t play, but would absolutely ask Alphys to create a mod where he’s the announcer and maybe a mod where he’s like- the sentry and dispenser, maybe the teleporters

Like the sentry would be EX, the Dispenser would be Box form, and the teleporters would be like- legs I guess

Oh and Mann Vs Machine, the Robots would be reskinned to look vaguely like Mettaton

Undyne would be a Demo Main, but would often switch to Pyro whenever Alphys is in the game to kill any spies she might be having trouble with

Papyrus would be either a soldier or a medic, depending on if there’s already a medic or soldier, if they already have both he becomes a scout or heavy

Sans is a Turtle engineer most of the time but occasionally gets into locations you’d never expect, he knows of spots that engineer trolls never even thought were possible

Asgore is a Heavy Main because he likes giving people sandwiches

Asriel/flowey is a spy main because he thinks they’re cool, he’s not very good at it

Chara is a spy main and is the bane of everyone’s existence

Doggo would be a fantastic sniper, as long as people are moving, meaning he’s ironically terrible at sniping people who are standing still

Frisk mains being a friendly but is incredibly good at playing all the classes

Toriel refuses to play unless everyone is wearing pyrovision goggles

Burgerpants is a scout main and gets incredibly salty when he dies but then just sad because he used to be really good but he’s been getting more and more rusty ever since he got a job

As for the Deltarune exclusive characters

Kris is Soldier

Susie is Demo

Ralsei is Medic

Noelle is Pyro, but after snowgrave is weirdly obsessed with spycicle spy

Berdly is Spy

Queen is announcer and or engineer

Lancer is scout

King is Heavy

Rouxls is engineer but is terrible at positioning his buildings

Sweets is demo

Cap’n is Scout

K_K is Pyro, but switches to medic for his brothers

Spamton is also an announcer candidate, but otherwise he somehow manages to play every game as the Civilian class or a sniper that exclusively uses the smg and also uses the worst fucking aim bot ever, he also hangs around trade servers and sells duped stock items and glitched stuff, he also has the worst mic ever and blasts earrape ads and bullshit

Jevil exclusively plays on Halloween and runs his own servers where it’s perma scream fortress where he’s in control of merasmus

Swatch and the swatchlings also run servers and routinely ban Spamton bots, they also add special plugins or mods that introduce custom weapons very routinely to the point that their servers are almost completely unrecognisable from the base game with all the new features and balance changes unique to their servers

Seam also runs a server, but it’s exclusively a trade/hang out server, he used to be one of the top players but stopped playing after jevil went scream fortress crazy because of the updates stopping

And that’s all the ones I can think of so far, I think I got a bit carried away, feel free to build on these or dispute them

Alphys would 100% be a engineer main

[fmsdraws]

ChristmAUs 2020 is here!

It has been a year since the previous ChristmAUs, and this year, it comes bigger than ever before! Featuring a staggering 224 characters (not counting most snowmen), this has been one of the biggest collaborative projects I’ve ever done! 

However, I of course didn’t do this picture alone, so let us move into giving people their credits.

(Adding it as an addendum, do not repost the picture by itself.)

Now, the credits are arranged in “submissioner / AU” instead of the usual merely crediting the artist or AU. Here we go!

Credits below the cut.

MrDepressoKnows#7228 

The main contributor to ChristmAUs, special thanks to them!

@tsunderswapofficial Mettacrit @ut-storyshift Asriel and Webb Overtime Engineer, Soldier, and Dispense-O-Matic DELTARUNE’s Clover Disbelief Papyrus @namethefallen Papyrus Tale’s End Papyrus @pootstablook Monster Kid @ut-storyspin Undyne and Alphys @ut-scramble-saga‘s Lesser Dog, Ice Wolf, Burgerpants, Flora and Flowey Don’t Forget’s Harlow @hatbeemo‘s Naracat @underrune-bat​ Ralsei and Kris @dancetale‘s Papyrus Supernova’s Bowser Jr. and Kamek

@fmsdraws​

ChristmAUs 2020 Map @ut-paper-story‘s Paper Frisk @undertoad-au Mario, Luigi, SM64 Cereal Box penguin Snowman (Toad and pennington lifted from the comic) @ut-poppy-askblog Poppy, Monarch Chara, Dusted Frisk, Rust,  UC!Frisk @invertedfate Frisk and Chara @corefrisk‘s CORE!Frisk @ut-tantamount Frisk and Asriel @storyswap-color-au Chara and Asriel @tsunderswapofficial Papyrus and Chara @skulgan‘s Tuft and Jokerman @undertale‘s Mettaton and Grillby’s Bedlump Mod’s Bedlump

Mufeet

@shifted-schism Asriel and Chara KH’s Swapfell Undyne @renrink‘s Reapertale Alphys @outertale‘s Toriel @askcorpsey Corpsey @ztcomic‘s Frisk @ms1sharklee‘s Understeam Toriel @invertedfate‘s Undyne and Alphys @underfell​ Mew Mew and Undyne

@subna03​

Subna’s CoffeeShopAU Frisk and Asriel Subna’s Undertale Despair and Hopes Chiaki DELTARUNE’s Lancer, Susie, and Noelle @underfell​‘s Asgore Undertale: AU Showdown’s Gaster UNDERTALE’s Gaster and Endogeny @chisktale​‘s Chisk @xtaleunderverse​‘s Xtale Frisk and Chara

DeMento

@invertedfate​‘s Mettaton and Papyrus Fazy!Underswap Eva and Temmie @sour-apple-studios​‘s Horrortale Sans @undertale​ Papyrus, Frisk, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore, Toriel, Sans (the ones at the top of the house)

CoolDude

@resurrection-au​ Chara and Tuffet

@paulgrobe​

Corrupted Justice’s Emboo and Chara @ctsaskblog​ Chara

Yertendo TM

@zarla-s‘s Sixbones 

Mildred

DELTARUNE Kris and Ralsei AUversal Lockdown Mildred

thetruedimentio

@nonsensical-questions​ Undyne Royal Bones Frisk and Papyrus

@superkirbylover

@universeoftheunderground‘s Steven

Comic

Undertale: Perfect TImeline’s User Undertale: The Workers’s Enitity and Worker SnowDog and Santa Dog

@zenjiroandpals 

Crossovertale Frisk, The Kid, Iji and Lemeza

@chaos-fantazy

Union of Two Hearts Frisk Mountaineers Madeline @ut-scramble-saga‘s Sans

Blaze Mayes

Undertale: BnP Frisk, Asriel, Chara, and Monster Kid

@connorwing​

@doubletaleau​ Cter and Chara

SZKraft

SZ’s Charry (Dummy Chara) @subna03‘s IC Chara

@cycloniccircuit

@sonic-adventure-grounded‘s Frisk and Araki

Mr. Luwigi

TXC!Deltaswap Ralsei and Lancer

Iwilldieformartletdonthateherpls

@askcynthia‘s Cynthia Undertale Yellow’s Clover Undertale Kindred Spirits Batty

Tile

@auversallockdown‘s Tile @rupturedtaleblog‘s Jack Penthos and I wanna die @projectverygood Untitled

Upb4v

@funkyfable-au​ Sans and Papyrus

Dat Guy Nathan 

PeacefulTale’s Sophia

Pixel-icon15

@alteration-official​‘s Sans, Ascara, and Sarah

PineWSun

@ut-metal-and-magic​ Huey, Valor, and Naps

@hferkerman​

The Brightest Star’s Frisk Dreemurr, Laelynn Webster, Fan Guodong

R2d2kx100

@undertale-purple-comic​‘s Lucas and Cadet

MahNameJeff

Olive from Vesseltale

@shrekrek​

@crystalgempapyrus​‘s Papyrus and Sansbassador

PipMcGee

@ut-bowser-conquest​ Mautencurook and Bowser @ut-savestars​ Papyrus and Terezel

JeeflyMania

Deltarune Halloween Hack’s Diomedes

Soup Taels

@truegeno​‘s Misery and Josh

Koob Noob

BlobboTale’s Red, Blue, and Blobbo

@mrkyspices21​

StaticOutventure’s Static and Oldie  Fate of the Fallen’s Chara Zombietale Mikey @dreemurr-reborn​‘s Asriel Them

TheGamersTG

@ut-au-modtale-rebooted‘s Undyne, Flowey and Chara

TheMaskedOne

Guard Papyrus

@perifrog77

Another Take’s Ezam

@skulgan

Undyne, Antastasia, Madawatt, Mettaton, Napstablook

@2xpearlymintx2

Undertale: Within Our Soul’s Ellie

@vuristwo

@dousedflames‘s Papyrus and Napstablook

@datudouu

Ladentrue’s Abigail

Nora

@ut-sudden-changes Chuckles, Whiskers, Shorty, ME-Chanicals 4108-4115

HWC

@homeworldchronicles​ Nora and Pumkin

Randomguyed 

@ut-storyspin​ Asgore

@kikioviolet​

A Undertale Frisk

CJ

Kirby Underground Robobot’s Kirby

Jimbo

MiiverseTale’s Cecillia, Lucky, Admin, Jimmy

Tyler Boomed

@uts-human-busting-ghosts​ Tom, Underhaul Mover, Prota

Unshulf

Subnifero’s Escher

Soufon

@toadspin-minus-world-au​ Vivan

@sujiartz

Alyssa, Papyrus, Mark

poody_blue

Undertale: The Otherground’s Sunny, Louis, Renee, Hui, and Pierre

UstaYussuf

MinorRoles’s Scientist Frisk

[vuristwo]

Amended Occurrence

Alright, so wheeldecide gave me some interesting choices here... In order, the roles are as follows.

Asgore is Toriel Mad Dummy is Napstablook Asriel is Sans Undyne is Papyrus Chara is Undyne Toriel is Mad Dummy Napstablook is Alphys Papyrus is Mettaton Sans is Asgore Alphys is Asriel Mettaton is Chara

Let's talk a bit about these, shall we?

Asgore is a wise man who now lives in the Ruins. He's looked up to by all the monsters there, because he is everyone's personal trainer. He will protect Frisk during their time in the Ruins, but they are afraid that they might not realize that the only way to survive in this world... is to FIGHT.

Asriel has seen better days. Ever since his father and mother left him, he's without purpose. So he found Undyne, who is willing to help him train to get into the Royal Guard. He meets Frisk and doesn't seize them, but rather he's friendly with them, to Undyne's dismay. He is also the one who fights you at the end of Snowdin.

Undyne never joined the Royal Guard, due to a human now being the figurehead of the faction. She still did train however, and she's even one of Asgore's students. Seeing Asriel harboring a human... it's frustraiting to her. But hey, that just means that she'll have one extra person to take through her obstacle course she built for Asriel. And as one final test, she'll have Asriel fighting the human.

Chara fell into the Underground and was brought before the king. He thought it best that the human's immense powers were put to good use and set them in position as the leader of the Royal Guard. Now that another human has entered the Underground, and they're one SOUL away from freedom... Let's just say that things might get a bit messy.

Toriel is Chara's personal trainer and guardian. She watches over them and trains with them. Although she always tries to stress that talking it out is way better than getting violent. Seeing Frisk in the Underground makes Toriel want for Chara to back down. But they've come to far to give up now.

Napstablook is the Royal Scientist. Now specialized in audio engineering. Although they don't have much to do since the king is too lazy to give them anything to do.

Papyrus dreamed of becoming popular and getting recognition. With his brother taking the throne, he sought a more traditional way of getting famous. Through the media. He shines bright as a hero protecting the Underground against any and all threats. But at the final showdown with the human. He takes a more 'villainous' approach.

Sans is king, whether he wants to or not. He spared the life of Chara hoping that they could quickly and efficiently take the next SOUL. To his dismay... Frisk still arrives to their throne room.

Mettaon and Alphys go hand in hand. You meet them where you would normally meet Flowey. Alphys doesn't own the position of Royal Scientist, so she doesn't have the funds to build Mettaon a gigantic fabulous robot body. But anything is better than his ghost from. Mettaton will accompany Frisk through their journey and will offer his skills to good use. And at the beginning of each area, Alphys will test your capabilities as a team, and even give Mettaon a little upgrade.

Just a concept, an idea. Most likely this will never be a thing.

[krat395]

Gorgeously Glamorous Gargalesis (Chapter 5)

Mettaton! Mettaton is the special guest, beauties and gentlebeauties! :D In “W.D. Gaster, the Ultimate Tickle Master” and “Tickles of Justice,” it was mentioned that the glamorous robot himself tickled both Asriel and MK a few days before the events of both of those stories. Sounds adorable, right? But wouldn’t you like to know more about what happened that day? If yes, then now’s your chance! :D Starting with this chapter, find out exactly how Mettaton tickled those two boys! ;)

 Undertale�� Toby Fox.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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GORGEOUSLY GLAMOROUS GARGALESIS

 Chapter 5: Giggles, Laughter, Cuteness!

 After a wholesome meal and a trial run for a future episode of "Cooking With a Killer Robot," it is now time for the main event! :D In the living room, Asriel and MK, who are currently sitting in separate chairs next to the couch, and Rocco, Lydia, and Rex (with his two favorite toy in close proximity), who are currently sitting on the couch, are all eagerly waiting for Mettaton to perform for them and during this performance, Mettaton will primarily be in his EX form. He may need to change into the rectangle form at least once during the performance but the NEO form on the other hand is off limits. For what he has planned for Asriel and MK, he doesn't want to get too carried away.

 Mettaton: *effeminate laugh* All right, beauties and gentlebeauties; it's time! It's time for the moment we've all been waiting for! And for this performance, I'll need two volunteers from the audience. *said Mettaton charismatically, stretching his arms and placing his hands on MK and Asriel's shoulders; his left hand on MK's right shoulder and his right hand on Asriel's left shoulder*

 Asriel: Wait, you want me and MK to be your volunteers?! *asked Asriel both confusedly and nervously*

 Mettaton: *effeminate laugh* Yes, darling. You got a problem with that?

 MK: No; no problem, Mettaton. *MK answered for Asriel* We just thought you were going to ask my parents to volunteer instead.

 Mettaton: No! No adults. Not for this performance. No, for this performance, I need kids as my volunteers!

 Asriel: Rex is a kid. *Asriel pointed out*

 Mettaton: Yes, but he's far too young. For this performance, I need kids around your age, precious goat child.

 Asriel: Oh. Oh, I see. Ok, fair enough. So, what would you like us to do, Mettaton?

 Mettaton: W-well, s-stand up first of all. *Mettaton requested, struggling to contain his excitement*

 Asriel and MK then did as Mettaton requested. Then after standing up, they moved about 7 feet away from the couch, giving Lydia, Rocco, and Rex (and Darius and a special toy weapon); the audience; a remarkable view of the upcoming performance from a relatively safe distance. Then while standing still in front of the audience and also facing towards them; Asriel on the left and MK on the right from the audience's perspective; Mettaton scanned their bodies with a green laser from his left eye; every inch, from their heads all the way down to their toes. This confused Asriel and MK. "What the heck is he doing?" the two monster boys wondered as Mettaton scanned their entire bodies with a thin green laser. That's a good question! And lucky for them, they won't have to wait too long to receive an answer! ;)

 Mettaton: ………Oh my! That's… wow! *said Mettaton moments after he finished scanning the boys, clearly surprised about something*

 Asriel and MK: What? What is it?! *the two boys asked, concerned about the current situation they're in*

 Mettaton: Oh, n-nothing, darlings. It's nothing. *lied Mettaton* Forget I said anything.

 MK: Uh, ok? Mom?

 Lydia: Heeheehee! Listen to Mettaton, boys; because I think you're really going to love what he's about to do. I know I will. *said Lydia cheekily, sitting on the couch next to Rocco with her feet resting on a footrest* Heeheeheeheehee! *she giggled, wiggling her 6 toes teasingly*

 Rocco: Hehe; me too! It's gonna be lots of fun! *Rocco chimed in with a smile, his big feet resting on the same footrest alongside Lydia's* Hahahahaha! *he laughed, wiggling his 6 toes teasingly with Rex sitting comfortably on his lap*

 Asriel and MK: Heh. Well alrighty then! *said the two boys excitedly, with some idea of what's about to happen* Heeheeheehee!

 Mettaton: *effeminate laugh* Wonderful, darlings! Now just one last thing before we start. As I enter the living room, read these lines with me, will you? A performance like this needs a stellar introduction, don't you think? *claimed Mettaton as he handed both Asriel and MK pieces of paper*

 Asriel: Hehe. Sure thing! You can count on us!

 MK: Heh. Nice reference, Mettaton. *said MK after reading the lines on his piece of paper*

 Mettaton: *effeminate laugh* Thanks, darling. And hopefully Rex will like it too.

 MK: Heeheehee! Oh, he will! Heeheeheehee!

 Mettaton: *effeminate laugh* Excellent.

 And with that, Mettaton left the living room for a brief moment. When it comes to performing for others, he always likes to perform as if he's performing on stage. That means announcing his arrival and introducing himself to his audience beforehand. But in this case however, he just wants an excuse to show off what he can do with his stretchy arms from a distance and that's actually when the real fun began. ;)

 Mettaton: ...Are you ready, kids? *asked Mettaton the moment he re-entered the living room*

 Asriel and MK: Heck yeah, Mettaton!

 Mettaton: I can't hear you! *said Mettaton in a singsongy voice*

 Asriel and MK: HECK YEAH, METTATON!

 Mettaton: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes! Glad to hear that, darlings! *effeminate laugh*

 At that moment, Mettaton stretched his left arm over towards Asriel's neck and his right arm over towards MK's right collar bone. Then without warning, he tickled the two boys on those exact spots, surprising the hell out of them and sending them into fits of frantic laughter as they involuntarily sank to the floor until they were lying flat on their backs. The boys had a feeling that Mettaron was going to be tickling someone but they were under the impression that the targets were going to be Rocco and Lydia's feet; due to how they spoke and how they teasingly wiggled their toes on the footrest earlier. But nope! Just a ruse! And to make matters worse, Mettaton knows exactly how ticklish they are and the exact spots to tickle to really get them squealing and squirming! All thanks to a built-in scanning device of his that allows him to scan individuals with a green laser. He used it to find out how ticklish Muffet is last Thursday at her place and earlier, he used it to find out exactly how ticklish Asriel and MK are. But this time, without the built-in voice that speaks before and after the device is used! After doing some tinkering last Sunday after LARPing with Papyrus and friends, Mettaton disabled it! That and he built some (safe) tickling contraptions that will be put to good use later this evening. Yeah, no joke! After losing his arms and legs on numerous occasions (the former more often than the latter), Mettaton felt the need to learn about robotics; so he can repair himself in any one of his three forms if necessary rather than rely on Alphys to repair him. That and to build contraptions that can tickle others. And he's learned so much that he's become a rather skilled engineer himself! But Asriel and MK won't know or believe that until Mettaton tickles them with his latest creations later; later because Mettaton would first like to tickle the boys with his fingers and a magical ability he didn't use on Muffet last week.

 Mettaton: Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo! *teased Mettaton, tickling Asriel and MK everywhere on their necks and torsos with his wiggly fingers; with extra special attention to their most ticklish spots*

 Asriel and MK: AHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEY!!! GAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! METTATON! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! MEHEHEHETTATON, WHAHAHAHAHHAT THE HEHEHEHECK?!?! *asked the two boys in disbelief through their laughter, squirming on the floor as Mettaton tickled them to precious pieces* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 Mettaton: *effeminate laugh* I call it, "GORGEOUSLY GLAMOROUS GARGALESIS!" Do you like it?

 Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOHOHOD NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! *shouted Asriel in response through his laughter; to Mettaton swirling his left index finger inside his bellybutton; not Mettaton's question* HAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 Mettaton: Awww! Yes, you do. Don't lie. *teased Mettaton, knowing very well that Asriel's response was an involuntary reaction to the tickles* Don't lie, precious goat child. *he cooed, right as he began circling his index fingers around both boys' bellybuttons*

 MK: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! *squealed MK, wiggling and squiggling on the floor like the little wiggle-worm he is* HAHAHHAAHAAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! HOHOHOHOLY MOHOHOHOHOLY, MEHEHEHETTATON!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA!!! OH MY GOHOHOHOHOSH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HOHOHOHOHOW DO YOU KNOHOHOHOHOW EXACTLY WHEHEHEHERE I'M TICKLISH?!?! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!

 Mettaton: *effeminate laugh* Lucky guess, precious lizard child! *lied Mettaton*

 MK: BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!

 Mettaton: Ok, fine, I'll tell you! *said Mettaton, despite the fact that MK, or anyone for that matter, didn't pester him to reveal the truth XD* That green laser I scanned you with; I used it to find out where you boys are ticklish. I can show your sensitivity charts after these first two minutes are over. Would you like me to? Please say yes.

 The boys agreed; not just because they didn't have a choice but to say yes but also because they're quite curious to find out if Mettaton is actually capable of finding out exactly how ticklish someone is just by scanning them. And to their surprise, he is! And all Mettaton had to do to convince them was show them their sensitivity charts. He even scanned Rocco, Lydia, and Rex's bodies just for good measure. All while holding both Asriel and MK against the floor. He can't exactly have them escaping at any moment, now can he? Not when the fun is just getting started! ;)

 MK: Holy moly, Mettaton! *said MK, astonished by how accurate his and Asriel's (and Rocco's and Lydia's and Rex's) sensitivity charts are* H-how?! W-why?!

 Mettaton: *effeminate laugh* Ask these beauties, darlings.

 At that moment, Mettaton deployed his backup arms! Twice the hands; double the tickles! ;)

 Mettaton: Mwahahahahahahaha! *laughed Mettaton "evilly," holding up his two extra hands and wiggling his fingers with an "I'm going to tickle you again!" expression on his face* Ready boys?

 Asriel and MK ……… (HOLY MOLY! METTATON! *gulp* :O)

 The boys were completely speechless the moment they saw Mettaton with two pairs of arms. They literally didn't know what to think! Should they be nervous? Excited? They just didn't know! But they didn't really have any time to think about it because about 5 seconds after they saw Mettaton's second pair of arms, Mettaton tickled the two boys themselves with them in addition to his primary pair of arms, wiggling his fingers all over their necks and torsos once again; armpits, ribs, bellies, sides, everywhere!

 Asriel and MK: PFFFFFFFFF… BWAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *the two little monster boys laughed once again; nearly jolting backwards along the floor due to more wiggly fingers "attacking" their weak points on their necks and torsos*

 Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! *bleated Asriel in between spurts of frantic laughter, both sets of Mettaton's left hand fingers tracing against his sensitive skin and through his fluffy fur * HAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! HAHAHAHAAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHA!!!

 MK: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! *squealed MK in between spurts of frantic laughter, both sets of Mettaton's right hand fingers tracing against his sensitive scales* HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! *SQUEAK* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 The boys were in stitches. Whether Mettaton's fingers were tracing against their torsos on the outside of their shirts or underneath their shirts, the boys were in absolute stitches. They're so ticklish, those two boys! Adorably ticklish! Their bubbly laughter and heart-melting expressions and movements as Mettaton tickles them say it all! And Mettaton just can't get enough of them! X3 He especially adores the way they both wag their tails while they're being tickled. Asriel's short fluffy tail, MK's long scaly tail; if they're wagging fast, that means Mettaton, or whoever's tickling the boys for that matter, hit a sweet spot. X3

 Asriel and MK: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!

 2 minutes later, Mettaton gave MK a breather so he could put all of his focus into tickling Asriel for a few minutes. But he didn't want MK to escape while he was tickling Asriel though. Not that MK would for sure try to escape but why take the chance? So to keep MK where he currently is, Mettaton summoned 16 MINIATURE VERSIONS OF HIS RECTANGLE FORM; "mini mes" as Mettaton likes to call them and the same miniature robots he used during his battle with Frisk; to hold him down, which they all did with incredible ease.

 MK: EEEEEEEEP! Mettaton! *shouted MK, struggling to free his tail, legs, and robotic arms from the mini Mettatons' surprisingly strong grasps* Oh my gosh, you're not… you're not gonna t-tickle us with these things, a-are you?

 Mettaton: Hahahaha! Maybe. ……...Ok, fine, I'll tell you! Yes! Yes, I am!

 Once again, nobody pestered Mettaton to reveal his intentions. XD Mettaton isn't the best at keeping secrets. He never was. That isn't to say that he blurts out every personal secret of his or every secret he hears from others. He can keep some secrets to himself but certainly not every secret. :B

 Mettaton: ...But not right this second! First, I want to tickle you like I'm the big brother you both view me as; despite the fact that I happen to be 9 and a half years younger than the lovely lizard lady in the audience (and 15 years younger than that handsome chef sitting next to her). Hahahahaha!

 Lydia: Oh my; Mettaton. *said Lydia, blushing red* Heeheeheeheehee!

 Rocco: Hey! That's my wife and your "mother" you're talking about there, “son!” *teased Rocco*

 Like Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys, Mettaton is like an older sibling to the Dreemurr kids and MK. But unlike Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys, who have all been classified as "A-team siblings" by Frisk and Chara, Mettaton, along with Blooky and Muffet, is classified as a "B-team sibling." It's nothing personal against the glamorous robot, shy ghost, and cheeky spider girl themselves. It's just that Frisk and Chara are much closer to everyone's favorite wacky skeleton duo, the strong fish warrior, and the nerdy lizard scientist.

 Mettaton: Hahahahaha! Sorry, "Daddy!" *Mettaton teased back, saying "Daddy" in a way that made Rocco feel somewhat uncomfortable* And sorry for what I'm about to do to you, my fluffy "little brother!" *he then said to Asriel, pinning the fluffy boy's arms above his head with his (Mettaton's) backup hands to expose his (Asriel's) extremely sensitive armpits* Hahahahahaha! Get ready! IIIIIIIIIT'S SHOWTIME!!!

 Asriel: PFFFF… HAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!! AHHHHHH, NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! MY AHAHAHAHHARMS!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! LEHEHET GOHOHO OF MY AHAHAHAHARMS!!! HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 At that moment, Mettaton dug both of his primary sets of fingers into the hollows of both of Asriel's armpits. With his arms pinned down, there was nothing Asriel could do to fight back. Just laugh; and laugh he did! It was so precious and hysterical and Mettaton focused solely on his armpits for an entire minute, relishing in the angelic sound that was laughter all the while. It wasn't until the second minute that Mettaton focused on the other areas of his torso, particularly his ribs and belly. But during the entirety of the second minute, Mettaton tickled Asriel with all four of his hands, causing the young goat boy's laughter to double in volume and also bleat and squeal at the top of his diaphragm. Twenty fingers tickling his ultra-sensitive torso; not the largest number of fingers from a single individual Asriel's been tickled by but certainly enough to make someone as ticklish as Asriel laugh their head off and Mettaton tickled numerous spots at once on Asriel's torso too. One moment that really got Asriel laughing to the point that he couldn't speak was when Mettaton pulled his shirt halfway up, exposing his fluffy belly, and then scribbled his primary sets of fingers all over his belly. But that wasn't all though. In addition to the belly tickles, Mettaton also kneaded Asriel's ribs with his secondary sets of fingers on the outside of his shirt.

 Asriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! HAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!

 Mettaton: Hahahaha! Your fur is so soft, darling! No wonder your sisters and Muffet love petting you so much! *said Mettaton with a giggle, causing Asriel to blush red with embarrassment and wonder if Muffet blabbed to Mettaton about the time she and her spiders first tickled him*

 Muffet may have told Mettaton about the times she pet Asriel but rest assured, she didn't say a single word to Mettaton about tickling him on a few occasions. It wasn't until today that Mettaton found out how ticklish Asriel is and where he's ticklish and after tickling him for 6 minutes so far, he was happy to see that his sensitivity scanner is still accurate. But just to be extra sure, he felt the need to blow some raspberries on Asriel's belly for 30 seconds as well as tickle his ears for 30 seconds; particularly the tips.

 Mettaton: Pbffffffffff… Pbfffffffffff… Pbfffffffffff!

 Asriel: GYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!

 Mettaton: And now the earsies! *said Mettaton in a singsongy voice, holding Asriel's ears in his hands and wiggling his thumbs up and down every possible inch of them* Hahahahahaha!

 Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! OHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHOD, NOHOHOHOHOT THE EEHEEHEEHEEHEEARS!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 Immediately after Mettaton finished tickling Asriel, he turned his attention over to MK, pinning the young reptilian boy's robotic arms above his head with his backup pair of hands to expose his armpits while sending the mini Mettatons over to Asriel to hold the young goat boy himself against the floor. Then once Mettaton assured that neither boy could escape, he wiggled his 10 primary fingers in the hollows of MK's armpits, tickling him and making him wiggle, squiggle, and laugh frantically like the ticklish lizard boy he is. But that wasn't all Mettaton did though for one whole minute though. In addition, he wiggled his fingers up and down MK's sides, causing the young boy's laughter to increase in volume the closer he got towards his hips.

 MK: PFFFFFFFFF… HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SQUEAK* HOHOHOHOHOHOLY MOHOHOHOHOHOHOLY!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! HOHOHOHOHOLY MOHOHOHOHOLY, THAHAHAHAT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHHAHAHAHA!!! OH MY GOHOHOHOD, THAHAHHAAT TIIIIIICKLES SO MUHUHUHUCH!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 Mettaton: Hahahahaha! It's supposed to, darling! *teased Mettaton, right as he made his way towards MK's hips* Hahahahaha! Coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo!

 MK: BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! OH NOHOHOHOOHO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOOHOHOHOHOHO, NOT MY HIPS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ANYWHEHEHEHERE BUT MY HIPS!!! *pleaded MK, despite the fact that his hips aren't his most ticklish spots and the fact Mettaton isn’t actually tickling him there… yet ;)* HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!

 After one minute, Mettaton let go of MK's wrists and used all four hands to tickle MK; everywhere on his neck, torso, and hips; and as expected, MK laughed harder and his laughter increased in volume. Twenty fingers wiggling against his scaly skin, on the outside of his striped shirt as well as underneath his striped shirt, tickled him so much and to MK's horror, Mettaton did not let up at any point with them for one whole minute. He enjoys being tickled and all but Mettaton attacking so many sweet spots of his at once is simply too much for him to handle. Especially during the moment when Mettaton lifted MK's striped shirt up enough to expose his scaly belly! After lifting MK's shirt, Mettaton absolutely wrecked MK when he wiggled his primary sets of fingers against his belly and kneaded his hips with his backup sets of fingers; tickling him so much that he wound up "singing" like his father does whenever someone tickles him underneath his toes with utensils!

 MK: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!! OOOOOOOOOOO NUUUUUUUUUUUHUHUHHUHUHU!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!

 Mettaton: Ohohohoh my! Hahahahahaha! Whahahahat on earth was that, darling? *asked Mettaton while laughing, caught off guard by MK's "singing"* Hahahahahahahaha!

 Lydia: Heeheeheeheehee! You made him "sing," Mettaton! Heeheeheehee!

 Rocco: Hahahahaha! Yeah, like me! *admitted Rocco; albeit inadvertently XD* Hahahahahaha! Wait! Oh my god, why the hell did I tell you that?! *he then asked worriedly after realizing what he just said*

 Mettaton: Hahahahaha! Coochie coochie coo! "Sing" for me again, darling! *teased Mettaton as he tickled MK once more, appearing to have ignored what Rocco just told him* Hahahahaha!

 MK: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

 After tickling MK's neck, torso, and hips with his 20 fingers for one whole minute, Mettaton blew raspberries on MK's scaly belly for 30 seconds. Then after blowing raspberries, he tickled MK's tail for 30 seconds; every inch from its base all the way to its tip.

 Mettaton: Pbfffffffffff… Pbffffffffffff… Pbffffffffff…

 MK: BWAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!! HOHOHOHOHOHOLY MOHOHOHOHOLY, MEHEHEHEHETTATON!!! *laughed MK hysterically, trying to push Mettaton's head away from his belly* HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH MY GOHOHOOHOHOHOSH, HOHOHOHOW AHAHARE YOU DOOHOOHOOING THAT?!?! *he then asked, wondering how Mettaton is capable of blowing raspberries without lungs* HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAAHHAHAHA!!!

 Rocco: Hahaha! Who says you need lungs to blow raspberries? Hahahahaha!

 30 seconds later…

 MK: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! *screeched MK the moment Mettaton wiggled his 20 fingers against his tail, tickling MK so much that he inadvertently tried to bite Mettaton a few times* HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOHOHOHOD!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOT MY TAIL!!!! *he pleaded through his laughter, thrashing so ferociously in Mettaton's clutches to the point that he forced Mettaton to hold him down with 8 mini Mettatons* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! ANYWHEHEHEHEHERE BUT MY TAIL!!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! GYAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

 30 seconds later, Mettaton stopped tickling MK, much to MK's relief, but only long enough to give him a much needed breather and as MK rested, Mettaton kept his mini Mettatons on both him and Asriel at all times.

 Mettaton: Hahahahaha! You're certainly a ticklish little boy, aren't you? You and Asriel both... Hahahahaha!

 MK: Huff… huff… huff… Yes! Huff… huff… Yes, I am ridiculously ticklish! Huff… huff… And, oh my gosh, Mettaton… huff… I'm so sorry I tried to bite you… huff… and hit you! *MK apologized, feeling guilty that he inadvertently tried to hurt Mettaton* Huff… huff…

 Mettaton: Pfft. Oh, don't worry about it, darling. I know you didn't mean to. Lots of kids act crazy when they're being tickled! Believe me, I know! You should've seen the fight your friend, Kyle, put up last Thursday! "Hahahahaha! Mehehehettaton, stohohohop! Hahahaha! Stohohohop, pleeheeheease! Hahahahahaha! Yohohou're gonna make meeheeheehee peeheeheehee my pahahahants!" Ergh! I didn't know, ok? You don't see monster children doing anything like that!

 Asriel: *gasp* Mettaton! Oh my god! You… you didn't actually make Kyle pee his pants, did you? That kid's almost as ticklish as I am, you know!

 Lydia: No, my dear. Patty and I stopped him before anything happened. *Lydia answered for Mettaton while shooting a death glare at the robot celebrity himself for blabbing to her older son and Asriel about the incident with Kyle last Thursday*

 Asriel: Whew! Thank goodness!

 MK: Wait! You were here last Thursday too, Mettaton?! What for?! Surely you didn't show up here just to tickle Kyle!

 Since Mettaton wanted showing up and tickling MK to be a surprise and since Lydia didn't want to embarrass Kyle in any way, MK and Asriel were not informed of the incident where Mettaton tickled Kyle until he nearly peed his pants. That was thoughtful of Lydia. Very thoughtful indeed! X3 It’s just too bad Mettaton ruined it by blabbing about that close call Kyle had last Thursday. :B

 Mettaton: No, it was supposed to be you, MK! You deserved more tickles as fun punishment for what you, Frisk, Chara, and Blooky all did to me last Wednesday but you weren't here! And neither was your dad to ask him if he wanted to be on my cooking show!

 Lydia: That is true, yes. But aren't you glad that you waited until today to do all of the things you wanted to do last Thursday, Mettaton?

 Mettaton: Hahahaha! Why, of course I am! If I didn't wait until today, I wouldn't have been able to……… tickle Asriel as well! (Ehehehehe. Whoops! Almost spoiled the secret!) Hahahahahaha!

 Asriel: Heeheeheeheehee! Ain't that the truth! *said Asriel excitely, wiggling his six fluffy toes in an unintentional teasing manner* Heeheeheeheehee!

 What Mettaton was about to say was that if he didn't wait until today to tickle MK, he wouldn't have been able to tickle the young lizard boy himself (and Asriel) with the tickling contraptions he built recently; because he didn't start building them until last Friday afternoon; sometime after being tickle tortured by Muffet's spiders and after making more progress on his LARPing costume with help from Papyrus. Whatever these contraptions are, it sounds like the boys will surely be in for a treat. But not until first receiving some tickles from the mini Mettatons that are currently holding both of them against the floor. Mettaton may not have tickled Muffet with them last Thursday but he'll certainly tickle Asriel and MK with them today! ;)

TO BE CONTINUED...

[quantumfeat72]

everyone is autistic

a compilation of undertale headcanons

Papyrus:

puzzles are a special interest

has a Very Specific morning routine, including that oatmeal with the dinosaur eggs, feeding the rock, and recalibrating all of his puzzles

echolalia (NYEH-HEH-HEH)

hyper-empathy 

does a lot of sensory-seeking stuff (a la running around in the snow wearing a thin costume) because snowdin is really really quiet and he needs to balance it out

Chara:

simultaneously an absolute motormouth and mostly nonverbal; they use ASL to infodump at asriel and narrator-powers to infodump at frisk

doesn’t really like/understand hugs but doesn’t mind them, actively reminds themself to initiate hugs with asriel when he’s upset because they know he likes them

knitting is a happy stim

masks without really meaning to because they’ve internalized the idea that anything abnormal is rude

Frisk:

hates eye contact

gets sensory overload from sound really easily and wears earplugs whenever they have to go to a city

mostly verbal but chara teaches them sign, both for occasional nonverbal spells and when they can’t hear people because of their earplugs

sleeps with 5,000 blankets

always wears a chewy necklace because otherwise they’d chew on their clothes and they used to get in a lot of trouble for that before they fell

wardrobe is multicolored variations on one (1) outfit

good at masking when they need to (mainly for ambassador work), but it exhausts them

hates the texture of any pasta. ramen is better dry

their favorite stim is rubbing soft fabric

Asriel:

touch-starved baby boy

asks chara to lay on him like 3 times a week.  at first they were really scared they’d hurt him but later they’d notice him acting antsy and just flop down on top of him

clothing tags are the bane of his existence

used to get awful sensory overload from showers until he started turning the lights off and leaving a flashlight on the counter instead.

copies chara’s stims sometimes

sees someone fidgeting with something and is overcome by a desire to fidget with That Thing In Particular

(toriel and asgore get their kids matching stim toys so he can copy chara without touching their things)

Alphys:

special interests include engineering and anime

will infodump for 500 years about mew mew kissy cutie in particular

the way her sprite in game sort of bounces when she first meets you?  anxious stim

the way she talks about “keeping secrets” and not letting people know the “real her?”  masking

the way she canonically wears the same kind of labcoat every day?? as i write this is becoming more of a theory than a headcanon

ramen is samefood

hand-flaps to stim but Only when she’s Completely Alone.  got really embarrassed the first time undyne saw her do it but undyne thought it was awesome and encourages her to do it more often

highkey thinks nobody would take her seriously anymore if she wasn’t masking all the damn time

lowkey thinks nobody takes her seriously anyway

“U-undyne I need to t-tell you something........ I think I might be autistic” “Alphys everyone knows you’re autistic and we love you”

Undyne:

diagnosed when she was 3

decided masking was dumb when she was 5 and resolved to be Wholly and Aggressively Herself from then on

martial arts are a special interest and target practice is a kind of stim

scripts important encounters and practices in the mirror

when they get to the surface she goes to an autism $peaks office and tells everyone to leave because “I’m about to commit arson.”

like papyrus, she has a lot of sensory-seeking tendencies and the two of them like to go to loud places and yell together

tried to take frisk somewhere loud once, quickly noticed they weren’t okay, and Did Not Rest until she found somewhere quiet for them to calm down

yells because she loves her friends

Asgore:

can taste even the slightest difference in food and is on a lifelong quest to replicate toriel’s pie recipes

masks most of the time for politics reasons, but his two beautiful autistic children kinda showed him he didn’t need to

started masking again after his beautiful children died because he thinks it’ll help him be “strong” and do what his kingdom “needs him to” (it won’t)

gardening is a special interest

when they get to the surface he makes autism $peaks illegal in the monster kingdom

Toriel:

special interests include baking, puns, and education

pie is samefood

has a routine in the ruins she hasn’t broken from in 100 years

not great at telling when other people aren’t okay, and tends to assume she’s reading too much into things even if she’s not.  generally relies on people telling her when something’s wrong (which chara doesn’t ever)

her favorite stim is a kid sleeping on top of her

Muffet:

has three samefood recipes she’s made so many times she’s absolutely perfected them

black and white thinking (either the human is evil and hates spiders or they’re fine and we’ll let them through)

loves the aesthetic of tea but hates actual tea (”muffet pours you a cup of spiders”)

Napstablook

gets sensory overload even as a ghost and does Not want to know what sort of sensory experience having a body involves

doesn’t usually mask but thinks they’re Supposed To and apologizes for existing a lot

stims by listening to the same music for hours

dissociates

Mettaton:

the sound of his own robotic voice is his favorite stim

[faelune-home]

FFXIV Write 2020 #23: Shuffle

(A/N: Kind of a follow on from what I implied in my last ffxivwrite prompt from yesterday, but now fleshed into an actual fic, since that throwaway line gave me the spark to write this in the first place. Focuses more in on a broad allusions to miqo!Fu’s other jobs, with a bigger segment actually featuring some Astro focus.

Player wise, I’m trying to level them all for the fun to try them all, and for the Amaro mount. Character wise, miqo!Fu definitely only specialises in Bard and Dancer and a little bit Red Mage, but she’s tried everything. Some parts click and other parts less so. She can heal in a pinch if you need it at least.

Prompt def focuses more on the astro side of things with card shuffling, but I’d like to think of it like ‘shuffling through her jobs’ as well. Mostly focused on Alphi’s perspective of my WoL tbh.

I guess as a final comment, just one part of the fic to mention; Alphi being more uncertain about the Dark Knight job is kind of a mix of the wildness of the job itself and how miqo!Fu takes to it, and still some early characterisation of his own mixed in. It’s something that would balance out as miqo!Fufu gets more skilled with the job and less feral as she evens out with Fray, as well as a closer growing friendship.

Set mid Heavensward before the Aery, no spoilers mentioned. Being pre-Dancer unlock level and story wise is also why it stars with saying the favours the bow only.

Word count: 1363

@ffxiv-writers)

Though she favoured the bow, Fufu often liked to dabble in other trades. When questioned about it, she simply said the experience was good for her, expanding her repertoire of available skills should she ever need them.

Even after the hurried exodus to Ishgard, she yet made trips outside the city, returning with reassurances that she was fine, that she’d been careful around the cities, even if she hadn’t even entered them herself. Though it hardly placated him, Alphinaud couldn’t help but still be curious at her studies, even if she treated them like a simple pastime.

The weapons and tools she accrued in her gifted room at the manor for a start -- enchanted crooks and bejeweled staves, sharpened katanas and rusty knives, a serrated axes and magnificent broad swords as tall as himself that seemed to pulse with a heavy energy that made him dare not touch them.

He had once almost tripped over a pile of tomes left in the corner of the room, initially mistaken for library books until he opened one and found the familiar arcane symbols within.

“You’re studying arcanima?” he had asked her after the discovery.

To Alphinaud’s disappointment, she’d grimaced and replied, “A little, but don’t ask for any demonstrations. I’ve been at this for weeks and I’ve only the other day figured out how to summon a basic beginner’s Emerald ‘Buncle.”

He bit back the offer to teach, not wishing to push the miqo’te if she already struggled with the simple elements of the craft.

Nevertheless, she put in the effort to learn and practise her trades all the same. Some few times, the boy was actually able to see her work; one such case was their return to the manor after the trial by combat and her visit to the Archbishop. She’d offered to heal his wounds, and for all she derided herself as a novice, he was well within minutes, scratches stitched together, and the ache in his sides from the grip of the chains faded to nothing.

Another, more terrifying case that still plagued his mind was her rescue of him from a wild bear while traversing the frozen highlands toward the old mill. Where the bear seemed to materialise out of nowhere, Fufu had appeared even quicker, one of those broadswords in hand to gut the bear and cleave it almost in two. The dark spark in her eyes, the way she bared her teeth at the animal, hovering protectively over her friend.

Though he would never say he wasn’t grateful for the safeguard that day, to see her so unlike herself - the woman normally so cheerful and friendly suddenly so hostile and twisted, even aimed at another - he almost would prefer her more harmless surprises such as her sneaking in the shadows to frighten him over seeing that again.

Still, Alphinaud wouldn’t ever tell the girl that. Nor would he wish her to cease in her training. She had the right of it that the skills would be a boon to her someday, plus there was a certain feeling of delight at seeing her so enamoured with a new craft.

He got acquainted with another of her fresh hobbies during a period of downtime in Ishgard. A surprisingly tepid day for the frosted city, he’d been left idly waiting in the Pillars for word from either Cid or Tataru -- for either the Manacutters to be ready for Fufu and Estinien’s perilous journey into the Aery (One that he wished to join them on, but had ruefully accepted their advice that he remain behind), or word from Ul’dah and the next step in finding the Sultana and restoring order to the government.

He almost had nothing else to do but wander and wait, too roused at the events still to come to consider sitting still. His roaming feet took him aimlessly through the city, past the markets, the hoplon, and hurriedly away from the Tribunal, until he came to a stop by the airship landing. A fresh wind blew over the polished stone, bringing a chill back into the upper reaches. At least with Ironworks engineers buzzing around the landing, anyone could alert him to an update from Cid with a quick linkpearl call. Better to remain there for convenience.

Yet just as the thought crossed his mind, a hand shot in front of his face, a fan of cards spread in the grip, the backs facing him. He stepped back suddenly, spooked at the gesture, only to bump into someone behind him, who giggled, “Pick a card, any card!”

Reassured at the familiar voice, he turned, Fufu herself adjusted the card fan to press it flat against her chest, hiding the fronts. She gave him a broad smile then held it out to him again.

“What’s this for then?” Alphinaud asked, looking carefully at the cards then at the woman’s attire -- a white robe and tan long boots, and some decorative gold frames perched on her nose. 

Her ears flicked playfully. “A little something I’ve been practising in my spare time.” He spied the card holder hanging from her belt, and the edges of a globe attached to her back. The design of the cards had already seemed passingly familiar, and now he was a bit more certain.

“Is this astrology? I’m aware the Ishgardians use it to monitor the Dravanians, but this bears a resemblance to the Sharlayan variety.” While not a field he was interested in, the study of the stars and use of magicks in healing was a speciality of his home, he could still recognise it in passing. Perhaps the rumours he’d heard of a Sharlayan dignitary being in the city and telling tales of ‘odd star magic’ had some weight to them. Fufu’s grin widened.

“Maybe it is, maybe it’s not. Pick one!” she insisted, bouncing impatiently on the spot. Finally deciding to amuse his friend’s whimsy, he plucked one from the centre of the deck. A tree.

“Well then, what does this mean?” he inquired, showing her the card while she shuffled the remains. Slotting them back into her holder and taking it back, Fufu stared intently at the image, humming loudly as she thought.

“I can foresee,” she droned, voice dipping deeply in exaggeration, making the boy chuckle, “fire and lightning, and wild winds! But! I also see us all safe back here in Ishgard.” She nodded sagely, a serious look on her face, until she grinned, breaking the effect.

“Is that truly what the stars say?” Alphinaud asked with a mirthful tone, clearly entertained at her theatrics. The miqo’te blinked, pocketing the card into her holster and shielding her eyes to look at the clouded skies, answering, “I’m not actually sure, I can’t see the stars.”

Then with a sheepish chuckle, she added, “And I’ll confess the whole star reading thing hasn’t sunk in much. I don’t get it. But I’m good with the magics! I don’t need to worry about the fortune telling stuff. Not now at least.” She planted her hands on her hips, confidence radiating. Despite her positivity, Alphinaud couldn’t help but sink, thoughts returning to what was yet to come.

“Would I be a poor player if I asked if that was to reassure me? Given the upcoming mission?” He was proud, he’d admit, but she was his friend, and their extended travels through the Dravanian wilds had seen them grow closer. He liked to think at least. He was less afraid of openly admitting to worrying for her.

Her tail flicked. “Maybe a little. But I know you only want us both to be safe.” She turned back to him and ruffled his hair, his protests weak at the act. It was already a habit of hers, dare he think he was adjusting to it. Yet before he could voice his objections to the act, he stopped, seeing her stare intently at him. Then she smiled.

Her smile was warm and comforting, all traces of teasing or exaggerations gone. “We’ll be fine, I promise. No need to look to the stars to say that.”

He hesitated at first. Then a nod. “Of course. I trust you completely.”

[undertalethingies]

Help Wanted

Alphys was very excited about her new royal position. (The one she’d gained by lying and cheating and-) She was absolutely ecstatic to have attained her goal, even if her means had been just a bit questionable.

It was fine, right? People lied all the time. Everyone did it. Bending the truth a little to get what she wanted was nothing compared to what some people would have done. (Liar, liar, liar. Everything you have is stolen from the more deserving, if they knew they would all hate you-)

So it was fine. She was fine. No moral crises were occurring here, thank you.

Anyway.

Alphys was very excited about her new position, but with it having gone unfilled so long, she was absolutely drowning in work. While she was able to complete engineering related requests relatively easily, she was having difficulty with the ones related to magical science, especially the more theoretical ones.

She’d always found that her genius focused most easily on the practical disciplines, the ones she could visualize in her mind’s eye. She had a unique advantage in that area, in that she was easily able to imagine the schematics in her mind, rotating and adjusting them as her will dictated.

Things that relied purely on theoretical equations and ideas, though, tended to give her difficulty. She often ended up tripping over things with them, and it was hurting her performance.

So Alphys decided to hire an assistant. Someone knowledgeable in quantum physics, preferably. 

--

Sans wouldn’t admit it, but he was regretting moving out of his parents’ house. He’d had all sorts of reasons for it, of course. Wanting more alone time, wanting to escape his family’s nagging, wanting to get away from his brother… (He loved Papyrus, really, he did, but his sibling was overbearing at the best of times)

His biggest reason, though, was that he wanted to prove he could make it on his own. He’d always had poor health, as a consequence of his miniscule HP, and while his family had never outright said it, he could tell that they saw him as a bit of a burden.

It was perfectly reasonable, really. He was always in and out of doctor’s offices and hospitals, trying to either heal his latest minor injury or “fix” him all together. His parents had been forced to spend large sums of money just to keep him alive, and he knew it wore on them, even if they did their best to hide it.

So he’d started working odd jobs when he was fourteen, and had amassed enough savings to get his own place by his seventeenth birthday. Not too shabby, if he did say so himself.

His apartment kinda sucked, though. It was tiny and dingy and had bedbugs by the dozen. (As a skeleton, they thankfully couldn’t hurt him) So while he was proud of being able to provide for himself, he couldn’t help but wish he’d waited until he could afford a better place. Plus, Hotland friggin’ sucked. If it weren’t for his ability to conveniently bypass the (awful, terrible, horrible) vent system, he’d have come running back home with his tail between his legs within the space of a week.

...He wasn’t really certain, whether he was happy about that or not. At least the heat didn’t bother him, since he was bereft of any internal organs that might react poorly to it. As far as climate adaptability went, he was pretty lucky to be a skeleton. 

So he wasn’t really doing much with his life, in the end. Not accomplishing any lofty goals or fulfilling his personal aspirations. He was just kind of… Existing. In limbo. He had a couple jobs to pay the rent, of course, but he’d pretty much just taken what positions were available, without much regard for his own personal interests. (Which he did actually have, contrary to common belief)

When he saw the ad for a personal assistant to the new royal scientist, he found himself intrigued. He doubted he’d get the position even if he did apply, of course, since there would be so many other applicants, but the ad said that she was looking for people who were good with quantum physics especially, and, well…

Quantum physics had been Sans’ special interest for a full decade, now. The equations had always fascinated him, along with the things they could accomplish. He’d read just about every textbook and journal he’d been able to get his hands on, and written a few things himself. (Nothing published, of course. He’d just wanted to better understand the material he was working with)

If the royal scientist was looking for a quantum physicist, he might actually have half a chance at this. According to the flyer, prospective applicants could take an aptitude test a week from then. Couldn’t hurt to make the attempt, right?

Sans spent the week reviewing the scattered information he’d been able to gather on the discipline from trips to the dump and various libraries throughout the underground. He also did his best to brush up on the math involved as well. He really hoped that this test would be entirely focused on theoretical physics, because Sans couldn’t engineer his way out of a wet paper bag with a gun to his head.

When the time came, his nervousness betrayed his excitement. He really wanted this. He could barely focus on anything the whole morning, to the point where he ended up locking his keys inside his house by accident on the way out. (Thank the angel for teleportation, right?)

As Sans entered the testing venue, he spared a glance for the other hopefuls. Some looked excited, a few looked like they’d been forced to attend, but most just looked pants-wettingly terrified. Jerry was there too, for some reason. He hated that guy.

“You look a lot calmer than most of the monsters here, hon. Feeling sure of yourself?” The clerk asked him politely. Sans shook his head, saying

“nah. i’m just better at hiding it,”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll do fine, dear,” They said, smiling at him. He returned it, and went to sit down until it was time for the testing to start, feeling more jittery than Paps on caffeine.

He hoped the clerk was right.

--

Alphys was swiftly becoming aware of a problem with her plan. With each test she reviewed, it became more and more glaringly obvious that this probably wasn’t going to work as well as she’d hoped, because, apparently, there was not a single freaking monster down here who could do basic math.

Everyone had their addition and subtraction down pat, of course, the education system underground wasn’t that bad, but algebra and calculus? Complex geometry?

She might actually have to bring this up with Asgore. She’d realized, of course, that education in the underground was a bit lacking, but she’d never quite put together the equation of how few monsters were able to teach those subjects and how even fewer wanted to learn them. Not to mention the difficulty in accessing textbooks and scientific papers from the surface, which was just about the only way to get new information without having to rediscover the wheel for every little thing.

She was lucky that the royal scientist was a celebrity position, or it was possible that no one would have even applied. As it was, about a hundred monsters took the test, and she was beginning to think that if she wanted an assistant, she’d have to train them herself.

The point of this was to give her less work, not more! She had no time to play teacher for whatever kiss-up showed a bit of promise. Regardless, she was desperate, so she put the applications that showed at least a willingness to learn aside.

It was with this mindset that she opened the test from “comic sans serif font”. The lack of capitalization (on their name, of all things!) had her pessimistic from the start. She’d excuse the use of font, since she knew full well that if she was named after one, she’d never shut up about it either, but not capitalizing your own name? What possible reason could there be for something like that?

As she actually looked at what they’d answered on each question, though, she felt hope bloom in her chest. This person… actually really knew their stuff. She’d put some pretty difficult questions at various points throughout the application, and they’d answered each one thoroughly and creatively.

She put the test aside, suspecting that she had her winner.

--

Sans didn’t really expect to hear back from the royal scientist. A lot of people had applied, after all, so he doubted they could really afford the expense of sending a letter to every tester. Paper was pretty pricey underground, after all.

So when he got a letter in the mail with a return address of “the lab” he got a little excited. It didn’t mean he’d been selected, of course. It was entirely possible they’d decided to send letters to everyone who managed to clear some margin, or something.

...Or he’d done so badly they’d felt the need to ban him from ever doing science or math again, but that seemed just a bit unlikely. On that note, he sat on the edge of his mattress and opened the letter.

...

...Sans had been accepted for the position of assistant to the royal scientist, and was to go to the lab at his earliest convenience if he was still interested. 

He wasn’t freaking out. He totally wasn’t. His hands were repeatedly running over the letter as if to ascertain its veracity and his grin was so wide it threatened to exit his skull entirely and run away to join the circus, but he wasn’t freaking out.

Sans grabbed his nicest outfit, which was coincidentally also the one he’d worn to testing, (a blue jacket over a miraculously unstained white shirt, and basketball shorts, let no one call him a fashionista) and set out.

--

Given that the monster Alphys had sent the letter to lived about twenty minutes from the lab, and the letter had to actually get to them before they could read it and come to accept the position, she was startled to hear a knock on the door only half an hour after the post had left.

She opened it to discover… a skeleton in a hoodie and basketball shorts, looking like they’d just won the lottery. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected from someone named after comic sans, really. Assuming that this was the applicant, of course, which she was slightly doubtful over, since, again, not enough time had elapsed since she’d sent the letter for them to arrive unless they could run at the speed of one of the cars from the surface.

“A-Are you Comic?” they visibly winced.

“yeah, but i go by sans. i find my first name’s a bit too…” they winked “comical,” Alphys narrowed her eyes. Puns? Absolutely unacceptable.

“Well, Comic, why don’t you come in?” Their eyes widened.

“please just call me sans, i’m begging you, i hate my first name so much,”

“I-If you p-promise not to make any p-puns,” 

“i think i’d dust on the spot,” Alphys rolled her eyes.

“This is going to be just w-wonderful, I can tell,”

__

Part two here!

[doctorporkchop02]

Haha your jokeing right? Also can we just get one small sneak peak at Alphys's design?

HahahahaNo... I'm not joking. Spoliers but Chara will literally be fighting Alphys on top of the High Speed "Dry Ice Express" itself, specially the very front part of the train... you know, where the engine is located. Not kidding.

Anywho, you wanted a little sneak peek of Alphys right? Well here you go...

Enjoy. ;)

[skelebitty-store-and-shelter]

how do you put a bitty into college and even getting them a job?

Bitties have a hard time getting most jobs and getting into college because of their size, but if Temmie can do it, why can't they!

There are schooling facilities specially for bitties, though you have to look for them to find them due to their small size. In fact, we have a college here in our shelter that is run by a bitty Gaster and Alphys that specializes in engineering and sciences.

As for jobs, they need a special patent to work due to their position as adoptables, but with their individual powers, they can help with many things. Some common examples are working in emergency services, moving companies and micro manufacturing but they may have skill sets meant for other things. Like I said, I have a Gaster that runs a college, but i also have a bitty Chain from Vex's shop that's interested in first aid and problem solving.

It all just depends on your bitties' interests and ambitions on whether they do such things. If they dont wish to go through lots of work with getting patents and searching for colleges, there's always the option to babysit for friends or just helping out for those in need.

[clevercatchphrase]

You Monster Chpt. 34

(This story is also available on ao3, under the same username as here~! I am no longer linking the chapters here, or else tumblr would hide the results in their search engine. Sorry for the inconvenience!) 

It’s a couple hours before all the amalgamates are back with their rightful families.

With you, Sans, Papyrus and Undyne as her moral support, Alphys makes her way through each of the Underground’s main regions, returning Reaper Bird, Lemon Bread, Endogeny and Mrs. Drake to their respective homes.

While there were a few harsh words given to Alphys, mostly from Astigmatisms and Snowdrake Senior for not telling them what had truly happened to their loved ones, most of the monsters seemed so overjoyed at having their relatives back, they couldn’t have cared less if their appearance had changed, or if they now shared a mind with a dozen other monsters. All that mattered was that they were alive and they were home.

It’s almost midnight when you finally get back to Hotland.

“Hey pal,” Papyrus says when he catches you yawning on the couch near Alphys’ huge monitor. “While we were in Snowdin, I ran by my house and got your things.”

He hands you a plastic bag with your yarn and green sweater.

“Thanks Papyrus. You didn’t have to.” You smile. “I was gonna trade them back for your cellphone, remember?”

“Yes, I know, but…” Papyrus trails off. “I figured giving them to you now would make the inevitable goodbye a little easier… in the future.”

“That’s really thoughtful of you.”

“I also took the liberty of washing your shirt. I remember you remarking how it felt nice to change into clean clothes, and figured it was a small kindness I could do to make your day a little easier.”

“Yeah, I could REALLY go for a shower right now,” you say. “I think I saw one in the basement lab-”

“W-wait, I do have a bathroom on the ground floor, believe it or not,” Alphys says. “It’s the first door on the left by the front entrance.”

“Thanks, Alphys,” you yawn a second time, suddenly drained as all of the day’s excitement catches up to you. “Guess it’s too late to go to the king again, huh? But tomorrow for sure, yeah?”

“Y-yeah… Say! Let’s have a slumber party!” Alphys suggests. “I’ve still got the movies queued up, a-and we’re all already here, a-and… there might be more things I need to get of my conscience. It would be nice to have some friends nearby.”

“Hey! Yeah! A slumber party sounds like fun!” Undyne agrees.

“I second that notion!” Papyrus says. “We can tell secrets and make friendship bracelets! It’ll be great!”

“I dunno, guys,” you interject. “I should probably get some sleep if I want to see the king first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Kid, you’re within spitting distance of the stinkin’ castle now!” Undyne points out. “All the elevators are fixed, so it’ll be a straight shot up there tomorrow. I think you can afford to watch one more movie with us!”

“Y-yeah! You can’t go back to the Ruins before I can get a chance to introduce you to anime!” Alphys pleads. “Please? Will you watch just one with us?”

You shift your eyes to each of the puppy-dog faces and sigh in defeat.

“I guess just one more movie wouldn’t hurt…”

“Great! F-feel free to take a shower while I go g-get some sleeping bags!”

Thirty minutes later you’re sitting on the couch with Papyrus, freshly washed and fiddling with the new features on his phone while Alphys rewinds the deer movie you had left off on, and while Undyne makes a fresh round of snacks. Together, Papyrus and Sans introduce you to the world of texting, showing you how to make faces out of the letters and symbols while the movie more or less plays as background noise.

The deer movie ends, and the third one, the one with the lions, starts to autoplay. Alphys perks up excitedly. The royal scientist says this one technically isn’t anime, though it’s argued that it might be a rip-off of an anime with a similar name. Undyne asks why they don’t just watch that one instead, and Alphys explains with a bit of nervous apologizing that she doesn’t have that many episodes on VHS.

You shrug it off, and turn back to the screen to give the movie your full attention. Based on Alphys’ reaction, this was one of the better movies she had and you wanted the best experience, but as you watch the movie, that curious sense of familiarity begins to tickle the back of your mind. There was something about these characters and songs…

“I think… I’ve seen this movie somewhere before…” you say vacantly, staring at the screen.

“Impossible!” Papyrus interjects. “You confessed yourself you didn’t know what TV was until two days ago!”

“I… didn’t see it on tee-vee…” you trail off.

That strange déjà vu feeling was beginning to rear its ugly head yet again, and this time you weren’t going to let it get away. Sensing it coming, you mentally grab it, and focus on it until-

You see flashes of darkness and a bright screen in front of you. There are other kids around you, laughing, crying, screaming. The air smells sweet and savory, much like the popcorn you’re eating- JUST like the popcorn you’re eating. There’s an adult on each side of you, telling you to sit up, listen up, SHUT UP, you should be happy They’ve given this treat to you, you should be thankful because They’re being nice to you when you haven’t earned it, but the room is too cold and the noise is too loud and you don’t like it, so you hum nursery rhymes to yourself until it’s all over, and on the car ride home all the streetlights blend in with the stars above, and the air smells like cigars and alcohol, which you don’t like but don’t mention, because if you complain then They will give you something to REALLY cry about-!

You don’t realize you’re convulsing until strong arms are holding you in place. People are yelling at you, but their words are meaningless. It’s just noise, noise, noise, too much noise-

“Kid! Kid!” A concerned voice breaks through to you. “Deep breaths! Stay with us!”

You force yourself to inhale and blink until the halo of faces staring down at you come into focus. Everyone is staring at you in fear and confusion.

“A-are you alright?” Alphys asks.

You roll your eyes to see the legs of the couch beside you. Cold tile presses against your cheek.

“Why am I on the floor?” you croak.

“You tell us, kid,” Sans sighs, rubbing his neck. We all thought you were super into the movie the way you were just staring at the screen. The next thing we know, you’re eyes are rolling back and you’re having a seizure. What happened?”

“I… don’t know…” You admit. You touch your face to find your cheeks are wet with tears. You don’t remember crying. “I… I don’t think I want to watch this movie anymore,” you sniff.

“Th-that’s okay! All these Disney movies are kinda wearing me out too. W-would you like to skip to anime now?” Alphys asks.

You shrug, not really caring as you cradle your pounding head.

Alphys skips ahead to her last movie while you snuggle between Papyrus and Undyne on the middle cushion of the couch. You try your hardest to read the captions on the screen translating what the characters are saying, but your mind keeps drifting back to the vision you had, struggling to make sense of it. What was that place you saw? Who were those people? And why did thinking about it fill you with such dread?

You shake your head, trying to force yourself to stay focused on the screen in an effort to distract yourself, but it isn’t working all that well. Your most recent episode seems to have drained you to absolute zero with how heavy your eyelids feel. Blinking several times, you struggle to stay awake and look back to the movie. You forget what it’s called, but it’s about a goat and a wolf who become friends despite being natural enemies. The animation gets a little weird now and then, but the colors are nice, you guess. You have no idea what the story’s supposed to be about since you keep nodding off. Before long, you decide to rest your eyes and just listen to the movie, despite not being able to understand a word. It’ll only be for a little while. Just until your eyes stop stinging. And at least the music is calm and soothing… and without even realizing it, you’ve fallen asleep.

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Sans is first to notice that they’re out cold. He nudges them with one slippered foot, but they don’t respond.

“Welp, looks like they’ve finally checked out for tonight,” he says. “It’s nearly three a.m. With any luck, they’ll sleep through the whole day and give us a few more hours to come up with a better plan for what to do next.”

“Phew, I’m glad they feel asleep during this,” Alphys says pausing the VHS. “The only other movies I have that don’t have humans in them are the Ice Age sequels and I wouldn’t want to force anyone watch those. That would just be cruel and unusual torture.”

“I’ll put them to bed,” Undyne offers, carefully cradling the child in her arm as not to wake them, and takes them upstairs.

“So… What do we do now?” Alphys asks. “W-we can’t just let them go to the king. He’ll exicute them as soon as he sees them.”

“Should we call ahead and let the king know?”

“And what would we tell him? ‘Hey, Asgore! We’re bringing the last human soul needed to break the barrier to your place because they need a favor of you! Could you be so kind as to let them live, pretty please? They’re a real good kid and we like ‘em, so we’d prefer you don’t kill them on sight?’ Get real.”

“We could go with the kid and meet him there?”

“Oh, and have him say, ‘thank you my loyal subjects and royal scientist and guard for personally hand delivering me this human. As a special treat you can watch me take their soul?’”

“We could always tell the kid the king got sick and he doesn’t want us to catch it!”

“Do you really think they’d fall for that?”

“We could say he’s out grocery shopping!”

“No, that won’t work either.”

They toss ideas back and forth, bringing up dozens of potential scenarios and shooting down why each one wouldn’t work. Soon their arguments become circular and repetitive, with still no solution to be found.

“The thing is, none of the ideas will work ‘cause the kid won’t believe us.” Sans says. “They’ve caught wise to us and know anything we try now would be a ploy. We can’t try to hold them back now or they’ll cut us off and go it alone, which would be a certain death sentence. We gotta find a way to make ‘em choose not to go to the king.”

“We’ve guided ourselves into a corner…” Papyrus nods glumly.

“Nothing else much we can do at the moment…”

“And if anything… we can at least say we tried.”

“Well… th-there is one last option we have…” Alphys says. Undyne, Papyrus and Sans look to her, waiting for her answer. “W-we can tell them the truth; let them know the s-situation, gently break it to them.”

“Alphys, you know we can’t do that.”

“A-and why not?” Alphys argues. “They’re g-gonna find out sooner or later! I-if not tomorrow, then for certain when they meet Asgore! What’s the worst thing that’s going to happen? If they go to the king tomorrow unaware or not, they’re going to die. I-I let a lot off my chest today. I came clean with all my secrets, but being a part of this one m-makes me afraid I’m going to relapse into a fibbing mess again! I can’t keep making exceptions like this, or I’m just going to go back to my old ways.”

“Maybe… maybe we should just go to Asgore first without the kid and explain the situation,” Undyne suggests. “I’ve trained with Asgore for years, and I know the guy. Sure, he can fight when he needs to, but he probably doesn’t want to. He’d spare an innocent child… right?”

“He didn’t the last six times,” Sans points out.

Everyone looks down solemnly at their feet.

“Say, we’re all p-pretty tired,” Alphys says. “L-let’s sleep on it a-and see if we can come up with any new ideas tomorrow before the kid wakes up. You know, it’s always easier to tackle a problem with a clear head and fresh eyes.”

The four agree, seeing no better solution in the moment, and reluctantly head upstairs to join their sleeping friend, and secretly praying tonight’s dreams wouldn’t be their last.

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You sleep. You dream. You see your reflection.

And yet…. The closer you look, the less it looks like you. You know your skin is not that pale, and your hair is not that light, and your eyes are not that RED. The reflection tilts its head and you find yourself copying it, and that’s when you realize with rising panic that this is not your reflection-- you are ITS.

“You have come so far,” the doppelganger mouths, and you startle when it’s YOUR voice that comes out of YOUR mouth though you didn’t put the words there.

“I realize what you are trying to do,” the voice says against your will as the replica in the mirror speaks. They look straight at you while they force you to talk, yet you cannot help but feel as if these words are not for you, but are instead directed at someone else. “Your plan is noble, but ultimately it will not work. They have impressed upon too many.”

You want to look away, but you can’t. Your actions are left to the mercy of the onlooker, whose movements you are slave bound to. As long as they stay focused on you, you have no choice but to return the notion.

“But maybe…” the person in the glass blinks at you, as if seeing you for the first time. “Maybe… if I can take it NOW… I can make a difference.”

The reflection raises its arms and you’re forced to do the same. They bring their fingertips up to the glass, until they’re touching. Your hands stop against the cold surface, but the copycat’s don’t. You can only watch passively as your mind yells in horror as the hands phase through the glass while yours are stuck in place.

The apparition’s arms pass through yours, and then violently grab your sleeves and start pulling, pulling, pulling you forward, trying to force you to go through the mirror, trying to take your place, and with every ounce of will power you can muster you scream in your mind, desperate to move even a single muscle but to no avail.

The hands are clawing up your shoulders, grabbing at your shirt, at your chest, at your SOUL-

You jerk awake. Your eyes fly open and you almost scream. Beside you, someone grunts in annoyance, your spasm apparently disturbing their rest.

You try to sort out where you are and the memory rushes up to you like a tidal wave as it all comes flooding back. The amalgamates, the slumber party, the movie. You sigh in relief. It was just a nightmare. It wasn’t real. Already it was quickly fading from your mind as if it had never happened, and you decidedly chose not to think about it to let it be forgotten even faster, but when you close your eyes you can’t help but glimpse the bright red afterimage of two eyes staring back at you on the inside of your eyelids.

Geez, you hadn’t had a night terror that bad in years. But you were admittedly close to the CORE. It wasn’t unlikely that stray magic could reach this far in high concentrations and mess with your dreams. Unfortunately you were far too awake now to go back to sleep.

You sit up carefully and look around to find your friends dogpiled around you on the bed and half hanging off the sides. You exhale with a smirk at how tightly everyone is packed on the mattress. Who thought it was a good idea for all five of you to share one bed when Alphys got sleeping bags for this very reason? You had to admit, though, with friends packed together so close, you certainly did feel safe and secure.

Gingerly you untangle yourself from the pile, trying your hardest not to disturb the other sleepers until you extract yourself from the mess. You stand up and stretch and search for your borrowed phone. It’s just past six a.m. You know you didn’t receive a lot of sleep, but you feel remarkably rested regardless. The rest of the Underground should be waking up in the next hour or two.

You look back at your friends, heart panging with melancholy. Right from the moment you met each one of them you knew you would be dreading the minute when you’d have to say goodbye, but for now they were at peace with serene faces, blissfully unaware of your fast-approaching departure. At least they weren’t looking at you with sadness or worry anymore. You decide to cherish this moment of tranquility by letting them rest a bit longer. They would wake up when they were ready.

As quietly as you can, you pad over to the escalator and make your way downstairs. Alphys has packets of instant noodles in her fridge along with a few cans of soda and a carton of ice cream in the freezer. You take a packet of noodles on the assumption it was the healthiest of the three options and try to read the cooking instructions, but it’s all written in a language you don’t understand. Out of famished curiosity, you try eating the noodles dry and discover that they aren’t half bad uncooked. You throw out the flavor packet, though. You can pick out enough context clues to decipher the nutrition label and would rather not ingest something that contains enough sodium to kill a small mammal in one little bag.

Nibbling on dry noodles, you go back to the television, turn it on and turn the volume down way low so you don’t wake the others. Inside the tape player is still the movie about the goat and the wolf. It seems Alphys and the others paused it right after you fell asleep, so you continue watching from where you left off. You still have no clue what’s going on, but thank goodness for subtitles so the TV isn’t too loud and noisy.

Wrapped up in a blanket burrito, you passively watch the movie while you wait for your friends to wake up, but apparently you were a lot closer to the end of the movie than you realized, because the next thing you know, the names of the cast are rolling. You search the couch for another movie, but all the ones available are the ones you already watched last night, and after your episode yesterday, you don’t really want to risk triggering another one by watching the same thing that caused the first. Wait, didn’t you see a room filled with video tapes down in Alphys’ true lab? You bet that’s where Alphys is keeping some more. Surely she won’t mind if you browse for another movie? She was very adamant about introducing you to anime after all.

Dragging half of the couch blanket with you, you shamble over to the elevator door and stumble sleepily inside. The doors close behind you and lower you down. Alphys’ true lab is a lot brighter now that the amalgamates are gone, especially Reaper Bird with their photosensitivity to bright light. The place practically felt hospitable.

You retrace your footsteps, even following the arrows Undyne had carved on the walls until you stumble upon the video room. There’s a television ready and waiting on a table in the middle of the room. Four tapes are scattered in front of it, with one tape already in the player. You scan the shelves for a potential movie, but nothing catches your interest. Every title is either a documentary or in a language you can’t read. You skip over them without a second thought.

When nothing the shelves have entices you, you turn to the TV and push in the tape just to see what Alphys was watching last, grab the remote, and hit play. The screen flickers from a dull grey to black, and muffled audio crackles from the speakers. Huh. Either the TV or the tape was on the fritz. You’re just about to hit ‘eject’ when suddenly the audio pops and comes through loud and clear.

“Howdy, Chara! Smile for the camera!”

You freeze, finger poised over the button, and listen closer.

“Ha, this time I got YOU! I left the cap on... ON PURPOSE! Now you're smiling for noooo reason!”

Your heart skips a beat and a strong sense of foreboding grips you. The speaker said your name. They were talking to you, but you don’t recognize the voice. You don’t remember this conversation. Heart pounding, you shift your fingers away from the pause button and hit rewind instead. The gears inside the tape player cough and chug as they scroll back the tape, and you watch the screen closely for any clues, but the video remains dark until-

There’s a flash of white, a blur of green, and suddenly two kids are on the screen, doing rapid movements in reverse. Your fingers fumble with the remote, mashing the play button repeatedly until the TV finally gets the message.

The tape stutters and chokes and then at last a grainy image comes on the screen. At first you can’t tell if the recording is out of focus or if it is just the kid; a young monster with white fur and long ears. Looking at him fills you with a sense of apprehension. Half a thought forms in the back of your mind that this is what you’d imagine your mom would have looked like when she was younger, but you’re far too focused on the other child in the background. That kid- that kid with the brown hair and pale skin. Something about that kid is making alarm bells go off in your head. You’ve SEEN them before. It’s the same kid you’ve seen in your dreams. In your nightmares.

That kid... there’s something unsettling about that other kid. You realize with horror and awe that they look just like you.

Well, maybe not exactly- their hair was lighter, their skin paler, and their eyes were unique shade of brown that bordered on being red in the right light, but you looked so similar you could have been siblings. What’s worse, they have your NAME. But why?

The furry child smiles, his face far too close to the camera. “Okay… the red light is blinking. I think that means it’s working now…” He mumbles to himself, before turning the camera around onto the other kid. The recording bounces in time with the filmmaker’s footsteps as they get close to their subject who’s reading a book.

“Hey, Chara,” the filmmaker snickers. “Look over here.”

The other child looks up, semi-annoyed at the request. When their eyes meet the camera they flinch and throw their hands up to cover their face.

“Stop it, Asriel! I don’t want to be filmed!”

Asriel… You’ve heard that name before, but where? Didn’t… didn’t Kid say something about a monster named Asriel once?

A cold, nervous sensation starts to grow in your gut and spread up your spine.

You pause the video and take several deep breaths. Something ominous lingers on the edge of your awareness. Something warns you not to turn your head to see it clearly, because once you see it- once that connection is made it can’t be undone.

Curiosity and caution war within you as your trembling fingers hover over the play button. Who was this monster who looked like you and had your name? You… you want to know, you have to find out- and yet, something deep within you warns you you’ll regret it if you do. You hesitate, thinking and thinking… and against your better judgement your curiosity wins out. You hit ‘play’.

“C’mon, Chara! You promised me you’d make one video with me after I got the camera fixed!” The child wielding the camera whines.

“Oh, alright, put it on the table and I will be in your silly vlog. Let us get this over with.”

The camera is set on the table and faces a blank wall.

Wait, you’ve changed your mind. You don’t want to watch this anymore. Shaking, you grip the remote and hit the stop button, but the TV doesn’t respond.

The goat kid jumps in frame from the right. “Howdy! I’m Asriel! Prince of the Underground!”

“Greetings, I am Chara,” says the other kid stepping in from the left.

You desperately hit stop again and again, but the TV’s sensor is old and unresponsive. You don’t want to see what happens next, intuition tells you that you already know. Something bad was going to happen if you kept watching, if you kept pushing. You had to stop it, stop it, stop it now!

“And together we are the future!”

“-Of humans,”

“-And monsters!”

The children clasp their hands together and raise it triumphantly over their heads before dissolving into laughter over how silly it looks.

The remote control falls from your hands and hits the floor with a hollow clack. The tape finally stops and jams on the frame of them together.

“No…”

Humans... and monsters. Humans and monsters. Prince Asriel. You remember now, the story Kid had told you in Waterfall, how he had befriended a human who fell here years ago.

“No.”

A human child that had gotten sick and died which in turn led to the death of the prince. A human child named Chara that looked like you, because-

“No, no, NO! IT’S NOT TRUE!”

The room around you begins to spin and you’re stumbling backwards as you lose your sense of balance, but dare not take your eyes off the TV, all the while shaking your head in denial. Your knees give out at the same moment your back hits the wall, and you slump to the ground, grabbing your head as the world falls apart around you.

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On the ground floor, the credits finish rolling on the VHS left unattended, and the screen fades to black before flickering to a soothing blue. Despite the TV’s volume being turned down to nearly zero, when the tape hits its last inch of film, the blue cuts to static that thunders like a thousand avalanches crashing at once.

Upstairs, the four monsters jolt awake, and tumble off the bed in a tangled heap of bones and scales.

“Whaszat!? Where’s the fire?!” Undyne demands in a drunken daze.

“Did someone turn the TV on?” Alphys says.

“Hey, where’s the kid?” Sans asks.

Everyone scrabbles to their feet to check if one of them accidentally flattened the kid in their sleep. All eyes turn to the bed only to find it vacant. A wave of dread washes over them.

“Q-quick! Downstairs!” Alphys says. Papyrus and Alphys dive for the escalator while Undyne vaults over the loft’s railing and Sans winks himself down. The couch in front of the TV is empty.

“Look!” Papyrus points to the blanket trailing off the couch. It’s pointing to the elevator.

“They went back down to the lab?” Undyne asks. “Why?”

Beside her, Alphys gasps. “I have more tapes down there.” She says. “B-but If they’re not careful, they could end up seeing something they shouldn’t!”

“Well then what are we standing around here for?” Sans says. “Let’s go stop ‘em!”

The four monsters pile into the elevator and travel down. Alphys takes the lead when the doors open, dashing off straight to the tape room. The four monsters sprint through the halls, skidding around corners until they all close in on the open door.

No one speaks when they get there. The TV is on, a tape frozen on a scene Alphys has re-watched more times than she could count.

The sound of erratic breathing draws their attention to the side. There. Huddled against the wall is the kid, curled into a tight ball. They’re staring at their trembling hands, their tiny body hyperventilating so hard it makes it looks like they double to twice their size with each breath. Their eyes are wide and wild. They turn to the monsters in the doorway.

“I… I… I’m… I am…” They try to speak between exhales, but either they can’t find the words or they don’t want to say them. They swallow hard and try again. “I’m… human?” The choke out at last. They stare at them, silently begging one of them to say it wasn’t true, that the film was wrong, but no one says a word. No one looks them in the eye. Instead they look to one another, lost for words, and then off to the sides or at their feet.

The kid watches them unblinking, a horrible realization clicking in their mind when no one replies. Their eyes go narrow, and then alarmingly wide as all pieces begins to fall in place.

“You… you knew…” They accuse. “ALL of you? And you didn’t say anything? Why-” They cut themselves off from finishing the question. They already know why.

“Pal, it’s not what you think,” Papyrus says.

“Not what I think?” The kid spits back, their voice laced with venom and hurt. Slowly, they unfold themselves and stand. “No… No, I get it now. I GET it. You all lied to me!”

“We were doing it to protect you-”

“Protect ME?” The kid shouts, their face sneering in disgust. “Are you sure it wasn’t to protect anyone else? Because as we all know, humans are malicious! Humans are violent! Humans do nothing but destroy!” They look at each of the other monsters in turn.

“Is this why YOU wanted to study me?” They glare at Alphys, who cowers in shame. “So THAT’S why YOU cut the bridge.” They snarl at Undyne, who flinches like she’s been slapped. “And that’s why YOU attacked me in the kitchen,” they spit at Sans, who eyes go dark as he tries to shrink into his hoodie. “Because I’m human and that means I’m inherently dangerous! Is that why you don’t want me to go to the king as well? Because you all think I’ll hurt him?”

“No! That’s not why at all!” Undyne interjects. “Well, i-it was at first, but not anymore-”

“All this time… All this time I thought you were trying to help me when you really only wanted to stop me. I TRUSTED you, but you NEVER trusted ME! Better not tell them or it could make them unpredictable! Just like I‘m feeling right now!”

“Kid, we were trying to help-”

“I can’t believe you,” they cry as hot, angry tears rolls down their face. “I…I...! I hate all of you!”

The human surges forward. For a split second, it’s everyone’s worst nightmare coming to life; the kid knows the truth and now they’re turning on them, but no one can find it in themselves to fight back. Everyone is frozen to the spot they stand, unable or unwilling to put up a defense. They brace themselves for an attack, but a blow never comes. Instead the human roughly shoves them aside as they make a break for it.

“Kid, come back!” someone shouts, but they don’t heed their words and vanish from sight.

“Shit! Catch them!” Undyne commands. Nobody needs to be told twice. All four monsters leap for the doorway at once and successfully end up bottlenecking themselves.

“Sans, you’re stepping on my tail!” “Undyne, you’re kneeing me in the spine!” “Papyrus, get your elbow out of my eye!” “Alphys, will you stop clawing my ribs?”

Precious seconds are wasted as the four untangle themselves painstakingly slowly until they at last squeeze out the door and race back to the elevator, only to arrive too late. The elevator has closed and was on its way to the ground floor.

“Quick! The emergency exits!” Alphys says, pointing to a door for a nearby stairwell. They burst into the hall and climb the steps two at a time.

Everyone is breathless by the time they get back to the ground floor, but Alphys’ upper lab is empty. Together, the monsters race out onto the streets of Hotland, only to find them vacant.

“Where’d they go?” Papyrus frets.

“Sans, can’t you just do your weird space jumping powers to find them?” Undyne demands.

“It doesn’t work like that, Undyne!” Sans complains. “It’s not a homing device! If I don’t know where they are, I can’t magically find them!”

“M-my access card is missing!” Alphys gasps, catching up a minute later. “Th-they could be heading back to the CORE!”

“Or they could have used it to ride the ferry back to Snowdin!” Papyrus suggests.

“I think I saw something running towards Waterfall!” Undyne says.

“We need to split up,” Sans says turning to the group. “Alphys, you search Hotland. Put the entire region on lockdown if you have to. Undyne, you know every inch of Waterfall. Rally the other royal guards. Papyrus, you and I will take Snowdin.”

“W-what if we can’t find them?” Alphys questions.

“We will find them,” Sans assures, refusing to let doubt enter his soul. “We have to, before they end up hurting themselves.”

“And if they end up hurting someone else?” asks Undyne.

Sans pauses, his eyes going dim for just a second. It was a possibility they had all considered, but didn’t want to acknowledge. “We can’t let that be an option. I hate to say this, but the kid was right. Their entire world view has just been shattered, and right now they’re unpredictable. Do whatever you can to stop them, but proceed with caution. We may have a volatile human on the loose.”