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this post about ugly engagement rings made me think of asgore

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Eldritchrune - Story Setup and Character Info

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Hometown was once a quiet, largely rural community…until, as often happens, much larger powers decided to move in. An expanding empire takes over the land around the small community, and the old town is now surrounded by a rapidly growing fortress and city. A more threatening military presence is felt, and poverty quickly creeps in as the expanding empire takes advantage of the residents still in Hometown. 

[Image of a smaller, more rural Hometown with a much larger city and fortress walls behind it]

While the younger generation at least attempts to adapt to all the changes, the older generation deeply resents this intrusion into their old home. Many of the elders, including Asgore and Toriel Dreemurr, Father Alvin, Mayor Holiday and her husband Rudolph, form their own tight-knit group that soon spirals into a cult.They’re a small community with no means of standing up to an empire’s armies. But, there’s always been old whispers of things far more powerful and terrible…old gods and strange horrors that hail from a Dark World parallel to their own. The cult focuses their attention specifically on tales of a Dark Prince, a goatlike entity made of fire and shadow that can pacify any enemy. Surely, if they can gain the favor of something so dark and powerful, they’ll have a means of driving away all of these intruders and restoring Hometown to the way it used to be.

However, as everyone knows, trying to call up old gods demands sacrifices. Mayor Holiday, having gotten the group together, tries to take the brunt of this duty and first sacrifices her daughter, December. However, it seems to be a botched ritual, and nothing useful results from it, leaving the Mayor extremely bitter. The other elders are tasked with picking up vagrants or other troublemakers to try and successfully complete this ritual, but none seem to work. 

Unwilling to offer up their own dutiful son, Asriel, the Dreemurrs instead adopt an orphan from the poverty-stricken streets of the encroaching city: Kris. However, they find that upon adopting them, Asriel quickly forms a close bond with Kris. Asriel, like most of the younger generation, is unaware of his parents and grandparents’ intentions. Kris is not easy to take care of sometimes…they have weird interests, aren’t very clean, and are often disobedient. Despite this, Toriel and Asgore find Kris growing on them, too. The thought of sacrificing them gets harder and harder to swallow. [Image of Kris and a human Asriel hanging out together and talking while Asriel sits at a writing desk. Toriel and Asgore look on the both of them from a nearby doorway.] However, the other elders start to pressure them, questioning why they’re so intent on keeping this weird orphan around. Aren’t they a symbol of everything going wrong with their little community, and with this invading modern future? Toriel continues to put it off, using the excuse that she is doing extensive research to make sure that they finally do this ritual correctly. While she is indeed conducting research, she also knows that they can’t do anything with Kris as long as Asriel is around with them. 

However, when Asriel is offered an extended stay at the city’s new university to get advanced training as a scholar, the Dreemurrs don’t have an excuse anymore. At the other elders’ behest to do what’s necessary for the good of the town, they decide to conduct the ritual with Kris. The cult brings Kris to an underground shelter in the woods outside town, with Kris none the wiser about their intentions until they are incapacitated and unable to escape.  Toriel’s extensive research pays off, and Kris is appropriately sacrificed to the Dark Prince. The ritual causes them to vanish from this plane, seemingly dead…but there’s still no sign of the old god they were trying to summon. 

[Image of Asgore, Toriel and other older townsfolk, dressed in various goat or deer masks and robes, with Asgore carrying Kris towards an altar.]

The Dreemurrs are distraught at this seeming failure, after they worked so hard to ensure that they did this right. The remaining elders double down, though, insisting that they have to keep trying. Asriel returns from his training, and is devastated to find his sibling missing. Toriel and Asgore, unable to admit what they did, lie to Asriel and say that Kris had a huge argument and left home on their own. Asriel vows to search for them and bring them back home, and while his parents try to dissuade him from this, they’re unsuccessful. 

[Image of Asriel stepping out the door of his home, a large backpack slung over his shoulder, and waving off Toriel and Asgore in the foreground. They stay indoors while he heads out into the world.]

Meanwhile, unknown to anyone in the Light World, the ritual was actually successful, and transported Kris to the Dark World…right into the home of Ralsei, the very Dark Prince they were trying to reach! Ralsei is delighted to finally have an actual human from the Light World visit him! Sure, he’s heard about all those previous sacrifices, but they never actually got to him. The Dark World and the afterlife aren’t really the same place, after all. [Image of Kris floating down into a new Dark World, where Dark Prince Ralsei stands next to a large cauldron and welcomes them.]

Kris, however, is infuriated and despondent…they’ve already had a very hard life as an orphan, and now just when it seemed like they had a new family they could trust, that trust was broken by adults who once again threw them away for their own purposes. Ralsei, ever cheerful, assures them that they must be here for a reason…and that he has a means for them to not only return to the Light World, but get retribution for what’s happened to them and their Hometown. 

[Image of the silhouettes of many large eldritch beasts: Susie, Noelle, Berdly and Catti.]

The Dark World is full of eldritch beasts, strange demons and old gods, after all. He can grant them the forbidden knowledge and ability to speak to and even command these eldritch beasts. Once they form a strong enough bond with the beasts, and make it through the bound gods that may bar the way, they can bring them back to the world of light…and command them to do whatever Kris would like to the people living there. However, such power and ability comes at a high cost…Kris’s human soul. 

[Image of Kris giving their soul to Ralsei; the soul emanates a red glow between them.]

Kris, seeing little other option and not feeling much attachment to their humanity anyway, agrees and sells their soul to the Dark Prince Ralsei. Ralsei excitedly promises that he’ll take extra good care of their soul, and that he’ll accompany them as they befriend the eldritch beasts lurking in the Dark World. This arrangement certainly has some other benefits for Kris, too…in addition to this forbidden knowledge, Ralsei’s control over their soul grants them a degree of invulnerability. If Kris dies or is somehow psychologically destroyed, Ralsei can use it to revive them completely. 

[Image of Kris, now decked out with armor and a sword, standing on a cliffside looking out over the Dark World. Ralsei stands nearby.]

Ralsei gives Kris suitable armor and weaponry for this venture, and the two set out into a vast Dark Realm of strange horrors, lost cities and twisting paths in search of new friends and a means back to the Light World. While Kris is unsure about this journey at first, Ralsei is all smiles, excited for them to gain some friendships that they clearly desperately need! Of course, he’s excited for other reasons, too…those cultists have been calling out to him for such a long time, and now with Kris’s human soul, he can finally enter the Light World. Kris can forge the bonds they’ve been lacking, Ralsei and the eldritch beasts they find will finally have access to the human world, and the people clamoring for terrible things to happen will get exactly what they asked for. How could that not be a happy ending?

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton is wandering alone in the forest when he accidentally walks into a bear trap that snaps on his ankle, immediately breaking it. Reaction?

Undertale Sans - He's in agony, but he does his best to remain calm. He pulls the entire trap off the ground and then teleports inside of Toriel's house, right when she had lunch with Papyrus. He then proceeds to literally collapse there, whining for help. Ouch.

Undertale Papyrus - He whimpers plainfully before sitting on the floor, breathing heavily. That's fine, that's fine, he's ok. It's just a bear trap, he can do this. He uses his strength to open the trap and pulls his ankle out. He then tries to heal it the best he can, before painfully limping home to have help from a real healer or doctor.

Underswap Sans - It's hurt, yes, but he's very mad. Who thought it was a good idea to let a bear trap there? Instead of him, it could have been a child! He can't believe how irresponsible people are. He pulls the trap off the floor and proceeds to limp home with the entire thing against his broken ankle. Asgore is horrified when Honey, completely freaking out, calls him for help with this. Blue keeps a brave face all along.

Underswap Papyrus - After passing out a few times respectively because of the pain, then the sight of his broken ankle, then the realization he will have to free it eventually, poor Honey is paralyzed on the floor, unsure what to do. It hurts too much, he's too scared of taking it off. He tried to call his brother on the phone, but obviously, there was not enough network to call in the middle of the forest. So Honey just laid them, in pain, and hoped someone would find him, which happened the next day eventually after Blue freaked out he didn't come back home. Poor Honey is never going alone in the forest ever again.

Underfell Sans - He screams a hell ton of insults at the sky as he does his best to not put weight on his injured ankle. He then rips the thing open with his fists and limps home like a loser. He's madder he actually has to ask help from his brother than having a broken ankle.

Underfell Papyrus - He sighs, opens the trap, and keeps walking like nothing happened, grinding his teeth. That's just a bruise. (no it's not, and because he's going to hide it, he's going to regret it even more once it grows worse :D).

Horrortale Sans - He whimpers and starts to panic, struggling and pulling on the trap, trashing on the floor, which is what you should absolutely not do. He makes the injury worse, and he's now completely exhausted and unable to stand up, panting heavily on the floor. He's stressed and scared, and when Willow eventually finds him, he attacks his own brother out of fear. It gets even worse when Willow says he has to go to the hospital, as Oak literally rips off the trap from the floor and crawls away as fast as he can. That's going to be a long day.

Horrortale Papyrus - He hisses at the trap, then promptly uses his other foot to break it into shreds. It hurts to like them, but that's not the worst pain he experienced so far so he's fine. He simply limps home and goes to ask for help from Toriel. He then returns in the forest a few days later to get rid of all the traps around. He doesn't want either animals or people to be injured by them.

Swapfell Sans - He screams so loudly it echoes in the whole valley. Nox struggles to open the trap and then blasts the thing off a few times. It doesn't do anything to the trap but it helps him to feel better about the situation. He then secures his broken ankle with branches and hops home on one leg so he can reach the first aid kit and use healing candies.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus has no tolerance to pain whatsoever so he's pretty much dying and in the middle of his own funeral when Nox finds him a few hours later. When Nox threatens to touch his ankle, Rus immediately gets defensive and starts to crawl away in fear, trying to escape his brother because he's too scared Nox will hurt him more. Poor Nox will have to pin a Rus crying and screaming like he's getting murdered to the ground just to pull off the trap :')

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's mad, and in a hurry to take it off. So much in a hurry that, by trying to free his legs, he sticks his wrists in the trap as well and now he's completely stuck. Poor Wine will have to crawl home in a very uncomfortable position so Coffee can help him. He then buys the forest and burns it entirely as revenge.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's scared Wine will get mad at him so he teleports home with the trap and quickly goes to hide under his blanket. Wine understands something is wrong in like three seconds because Coffee literally can't stop whimpering. Welp. Wine says he's going to take the trap off. Coffee immediately teleports away, screaming he doesn't want him to hurt his leg more. Wine is going to have a fun afternoon chasing his injured brother in the entire city.

[starlightrunesgang]

**Subtertale Cover of The Amazing digital circus: "Digital Hallucinations")**:

-**The song is called: "Underground Hallucinations-Alucinaciones subterráneas".

Song credits to OR3O.

-Here we will put a version of Lyra turned into Pomni. We have only made this version so that you can see what a Lyra version for this song would look like. Here we show you the design of her:

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**Lyra:

One, two, three, four.

Counting the passage of time.

Here I am trapped underground, can someone help me escape from here?

Five, six, seven, eight.

Time is just a vile deception.

In a dark world full of monsters and uncertain paths.

**Flowey (Caine): You must believe you are dreaming.

**Lyra: Just tell me what you are up to.

**Flowey: It seems that you saw a ghost.

But you are very lucky to have a host as kind as me.

**Lyra: I fear I will get lost here.

*Flowey: But you must not be afraid.

*Lyra: I can't stand it anymore. Is that an exit door? *Lyra approaches the door of the ruins*.

**Chorus (All):

It's just your imagination.

The exit is fixed in your mind.

Place after place, you discover it's just an underground hallucination.

You try to find a way out.

But you're trapped here until dawn.

Inside an underground hallucination.

**Lyra:

A B C D.

I don't remember my name.

Tell me if I'm really dead or if I just lost all my sanity.

X, D, D, C.

The inscriptions on the wall.

The vowels and consonants say: Save us all.

**Sans: Listen girl, you think you're dreaming.

**Toriel:

Everything will be okay my child, believe me.

**Asgore: It seems you saw a ghost.

**Sans: You're lucky to keep some of your sanity.

**Mettaton: And some might call it tragic, darling.

**Undyne: When the underground lost its magic and hope.

Lyra: I can't take it anymore. Where's the way out?

*Chorus (All):

It's just your imagination.

The way out is fixed in your mind.

Place after place, you discover it's just an underground hallucination.

You try to find a way out.

But you're trapped here until dawn.

Inside an underground hallucination.

-At the barrier:

**Lyra:

Is that an amalgam?

Of my own obsession?

Place after place, I discovered it's just an underground hallucination.

I want to find a way out.

But I'm trapped here until dawn.

Inside this underground hallucination.

*Chorus (All):

It's just your imagination.

The way out is fixed in your mind.

Place after place, you discover it's just an underground hallucination.

You try to find a way out.

But you're trapped here until dawn.

Inside an underground hallucination.

**Lyra:**

Underground hallucination (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh).

Get me out of here.

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**Here we will put the Spanish translation of the song**:

**Lyra:

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro.

Contando el pasar del tiempo.

Aquí estoy atrapada bajo tierra, ¿alguien puede ayudarme a escapar de aquí?.

Cinco, seis, siete, ocho.

El tiempo es solo un vil engaño.

En un mundo oscuro lleno de monstruos y caminos inciertos.

**Flowey (Caine): Debes creer que estás soñando.

**Lyra: Solo dime qué estás tramando.

**Flowey: Parece que viste a un fantasma.

Pero tienes mucha suerte de tener a un anfitrión tan amable como yo.

**Lyra: Temo por perderme aquí.

*Flowey: Pero no debes tener miedo.

*Lyra: No lo soporto más. ¿Es esa una puerta de salida?. *Lyra se acerca a la puerta de las ruinas*.

**Coro (Todos):

Solo es tu imaginación.

La salida esta fija en tu mente.

Lugar tras lugar, descubres que es solo una alucinación subterránea.

Intentas encontrar a una forma de salir.

Pero estás atrapada aquí hasta el amanecer.

Dentro de una alucinación subterránea.

**Lyra:

A B C D.

No recuerdo mi nombre.

Dime si en verdad estoy muerta o simplemente perdí toda mi cordura.

X, D, D, C.

Las inscripciones en la pared.

Las vocales y las consonantes dicen: Sálvalos a todos.

**Sans: Escucha niña, crees que estás soñando.

**Toriel: Todo estará bien mi niña, créeme. **Asgore: Parece que viste a un fantasma.

**Sans: Tienes suerte de mantener algo de tu cordura.

**Mettaton: Y algunos podrían llamarlo trágico cariño.

**Undyne: Cuando el subsuelo perdió su magia y esperanza.

Lyra: No lo soporto más. ¿Donde esta la salida?.

*Coro (Todos):

Solo es tu imaginación.

La salida esta fija en tu mente.

Lugar tras lugar, descubres que es solo una alucinación subterránea.

Intentas encontrar a una forma de salir.

Pero estás atrapada aquí hasta el amanecer.

Dentro de una alucinación subterránea.

En la barrera:

**Lyra:

¿Es eso una amalgama?.

¿De mi propia obsesión?.

Lugar tras lugar, descubrí que es solo una alucinación subterránea.

Quiero encontrar una salida.

Pero estoy atrapada aquí hasta el amanecer.

Dentro de esta alucinación subterránea.

*Coro (Todos):

Solo es tu imaginación.

La salida esta fija en tu mente.

Lugar tras lugar, descubres que es solo una alucinación subterránea.

Intentas encontrar a una forma de salir.

Pero estás atrapada aquí hasta el amanecer.

Dentro de una alucinación subterránea.

**Lyra:**

Alucinación subterránea (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh).

Sacadme de aquí.

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[luna-is-lost]

UNDERWELCOMED

CHAPTER 15

(Before this chapter I would like to credit @amalia-uwu for the idea of what happens to Sans in the 6th POV switch)

Papyrus's POV:

Flying through the air, I grabbed Undyne and we attacked the humans from over their heads. Undyne threw spears at the soldiers, turn the majority of their SOULS green. Since the soldiers were immobilized I was able to shoot bones from the ground and lower each human to 1hp before leaving them. We fought hard and long getting hit rarely, but bringing forth a storm of attacks on the enemy. The humans tried their best, I'll give them that, however they were never came close to beating the Captain of the Royal Guard and her right hand man! As Undyne knocked the last of the Army out I shouted, "Nyeh-heh-heh, W-We've Done It Undyne!" She only smiled and exhaled a shaky breath. "U-Undyne?" I questioned, lowering my best friend down. "Are You A-Alright?" "Y-Yeah, I'm just-' she coughed and breathed heavily- 'exhausted... and h-hot..." Once we touched the ground I removed my glove and touched a scale on her arm...! "U-Undyne, You're ... Incredibly Dry... W-We Need To Get You T-To Some Water." I helped Undyne sit down in a trench the humans had built as I said, "Stay Here, I-I'll Find A Creek In The Forest, T-Then I'll Come Back For You. I-I Promise..." She nodded, wheezing. So, I took off thinking of the best way to get to a brook. It hit me that the fire we fought over and the dry area we set up camp in was most likely the reason she became dehydrated. Though we did have drinking water, we were rather far from the nearest source of fresh water, hence we sent monsters that could fly to get water. I never went because as lieutenant I was meant to stay near the Captain and help her... Suddenly, as I flew through the forest I came across something white and blue... wait... "S-Sans...?"

Sans' POV:

On the ground seein' stars wasn't really on my to do list, but I was sorta struggling to get up at the moment. I heard a 'woosh' over head... Probably a bird- "S-Sans...?" Oh, not a bird, "uhh... hey..." Papyrus landed and immediately began to pick me up from the ground. "What Happened? W-Why Were You Just... Lying There And Where A-re The Others..." Right.... the others... "the others... pap i... i tried but the humans ambushed us. alphys she... uh kinda' sold us out..." "W-what...?" Papyrus's voice fell to a whisper. " 'm sorry paps... is there anyone left with you?" "O-Only Undyne... As Far As I Know The Three Of U-Us Are The Last Ones Standing." All of monster kind... captured? Every living monster but the three of us and Asgore. I can't wrap my head around it really. I don't believe it's true... or possible, but it is. We lost... "S-Speaking Of Which, We Need Water And Fast. I'm N-Not Sure How Well Undyne's Doing..." "i think i heard a stream up ahead. could you get us there real quick?" "Of Course, Brother." Thus Pap flew. Faster than I've ever seen him go before, guess it's just me trying to comprehend the severity of the situation. "I'll D-Drop You Off At The C-Creak And Pick Up Undyne To Bring Her There." "sounds good to me." "Then It's A P-Plan." My brother's so cool. Always level headed, man he shouldn't have ever been involved in this. Perhaps he'll lead us to victory. I don't know how, but if anyone could it would be him. I'm sure of it.

Third Person Narrator (omniscient) POV:

Brother in hand Papyrus soared across the forest, following his brother's directions. The fall colors blurred together into a warm gradient as he flew faster than ever before. Eventually they two arrived at a rocky brooke, the harsh terrain clearing the path of trees. So, Papyrus set Sans down and gave him a quick glance before flying off to retrieve Undyne. She was growing more sick as the seconds went by; Papyrus knew this and he wouldn't let that happen. By the time he arrived to where he had helped Undyne to the sun was beginning to set. She was asleep when Papyrus walked up to her, before gently shaking her shoulder to wake her. "Undyne, h-how are you feeling?..." He asked once she opened her eyes. "....mmmhm heat sick...?" "I-I see... Sans helped me find a creek that you could swim in and that we can all get some drinking water from." "S... sounds good." She coughed harshly after she spoke. It was getting worse, she couldn't go on like this any longer. "I-I'm going to get us o-over there, don't worry..." Papyrus picked her up from the dirt and took off once again. He was getting tired...but he refused to give up or land before Undyne got to safety. Right now, she was depending on him, they all were. Thus, he flew faster, tried harder, and regained his focus as he made it to the half way point. Undyne was going to be okay, Sans too.

Sans' POV:

Takin' advantage of being near the water by washing my face and getting something to drink is... most likely the best decision I've made in a while. The water is cold, but it's not like I care. 's refreshing, Papyrus would say the same. The wind is getting louder, so I'd assume he's almost here... The sky is somewhat cloudy which makes it harder to see, but I'd recognize that red scarf anywhere. Papyrus is back. "heya bro" I say as he lands. He's carrying 'Dyne to the river so I wait for him before flashing him a smile of which he returns. "glad ya made it here alright, did anyone see you?" "N-No, Sans, There Wasn't A-Anyone In S-Sight." "good, let's get ourselves healed up then." Papyrus had taken off his boots and scarf to help Undyne into the water, but she doesn't look steady. "here, lemme help." I tell them as I go to the right of Undyne to help get 'er into the water. The effect is almost immediate as she dives into the water splashin' us both. "U-Undyne-!" Papyrus yells as he bursts out laughing and I can't help but join in, taking his surprise to splash him again. "Nyeh- S-Sans, Not You Too!" Should've payed more attention cause I didn't see Undyne coming behind me and pushing me into the water. Papyrus yanks me out of the river by my hoodie laughing harder than I've ever seen. I only just realized that I'm smiling... really smiling. He set me down on a rock and I watch as him and Undyne swim and splash each other. The sun is getting low in the sky, but the two show no signs of slowing. They've always had more energy then I could handle, 's probably why they're such good friends. The two of them messed around for about twenty more minutes which allowed me to mostly dry off before the sun set, hanging my hoodie on a near by branch. It was completely dry by the time Papyrus walked over to me sopping wet. "heya, bro, you look soaked to the bone." "Nyeh..." He gave me an annoyed glance before ushering me to sit next to a fire pit that Undyne was building. She shivered as the wind blew a cool breeze reminding me that as a cold-blooded monster her internal temperature dropped and rose from external temperature. "I'll G-Get The Fire Wood, Sans Could You Help Undyne Build A P-Place For The Fire?" " 'course, bro" He walked into the forest after my response and I began to help 'Dyne. Most of the rocks I found were somewhat wet, but they would still work in containing the fire. "you find any?" "Yeah." We arranged the rocks into a circle and finished as a red boot stepped out of the forest. "I F-Found Quite A Few For Us To U-Use. Many Twigs Too F-For Kindling." "Thanks, Pap, you're the best!" Her teeth chattered. "tha's my bro." We help set up the wood and then let Undyne start the fire since she has the most experience. It ignites quickly giving off a comforting warmth. A huge improvement from earlier. ’Suppose it’s a good thing I had most of the food... the other supplies not so much. “We N-Need A Plan For The Morning. Any Ideas?“ Papyrus bit into a cinnabun. “nah, imma go with whoever’s got the best one though“ He sighs. “Why not plan something tomorrow,“She yawns, “I'm exhausted...“ “hmm.... I secound that, paps...“ He sat with his knees bent, legs close to his chest and arms holding them close. “you ’kay, bro?“ “Y-Yeah, I’ll Take First Watch...“ “we don't really need... okay...“ Nothin’ I can do to calm his anxieties, besides he isn’t wrong... Having someone keep guard might help us in the long run. “i’ll take second then“ Undyne would take third but that went unsaid, she was already asleep, her arms crossed as she leaned against Papyrus’s arm... the chipped one not... the other... “well, night paps.“ I zipped my hoodie and threw up my hood before sitting against a large rock near the fire. “G-Goodnight, Brother... And Undyne.“ It was more of a customary thing, since she wouldn’t be responding. I’m shutting my eyes now, I trust Pap to keep us safe.

Papyrus’ POV:

Tonight would have been beautiful, the stars dazzling the sky, the soft babble of the brook, and the cool breeze making the fire that much warmer... Unfortunate that we monsters won’t truly enjoy this till the army stops hunting us down. Until all the monsters are saved, I wonder if things would have been different. Maybe not, perhaps even if the human survived we would remain trapped or be hated my mankind. ...Focus Papyrus! Your brother is counting on you, Undyne too!

There is no movement besides Sans' occasional stirring, no sound besides the chirping of crickets. The fire is dying, but I can't leave the camp to get more wood, let alone move. I wouldn't want to wake up Undyne, but she was starting to look cold. My scarf is sitting on a nearby tree branch because I forgot to put it on, but luckily I can easily reach it. She looks much warmer wrapped up in a scarf. Nyeh, I really am the greatest skeleton -besides my brother of course- and the greatest friend. I can't help but smile... it hurts still, but less.

...

It's been very quiet for the last few hours, seems even the crickets have gone to bed. The wind hasn't even rustled in the grass. For a moment the world appears at a standstill. Nothing happens. Nothing will I want to think, but you never know what lurks in the darkest shadows of the night. Suddenly Sans is awake. He was talking, but I have no clue what he said. "Yes, Brother?" "uhhh.. i was sayin' i can take watch for now." "Oh, S-Sorry, Sans, I Was L-Lost In T-Thought For A Minute." "don't worry about it, bro. just, uh, get some sleep, kay?" I yawned, "I S-Suppose An Hour Or Two Couldn't Hurt?" "sweet dreams, pap." "Goodnight, Sans..." I streched my legs out towards the almost dowsed fire and put one hand behind me for balance before closing my eyes. Sans would protect us, he's never once let me down.

Sans POV:

The forest is incredibly dark, and a weird sound, not unlike foot steps, can be heard. It doesn't help that Papyrus and Undyne are sound asleep, not to mention that the fire's out. I swear I heard whispering as well. Strange... So I check it out, but... nothing's there...? Maybe I'm just being paranoid. The woods are misty at this time for night, if I went in no one would see me. No one would know. An eery feeling comes over me as shadow falls onto me from behind. "Hello, skeleton..." The deep, gravely voiced presence looms over me. His voice is oddly familiar. I turn around to face him knowing that I'd be vulnerable if he had a weapon; he appears unarmed. A sinking feeling in my lack of stomach tells me I should get back to camp. "what do ya' want from me?" I summon my magic ready to fight, just in case. "To finish the job, S. 7267. If you want things done right" the tall man pull something out from his pocket almost too quickly for me to react and shot it at me. "You have to do it yourself!" I summon a few bones to throw at him, but I feel very weak... and so tired..." was... tha' a- a tranq?" "Very astute, S. 7627, though I'd have expected more of a fight." He said something else too, but I couldn't hear him as I fell to the ground with my vision fading to black.

Papyrus POV:

I wake up to the sun shining warmly on my face. "G-Good Morning, Sans, Undyne." Undyne groans as she sits up, rubbing her eye slightly too hard. "Morning, Paps" I stand and quickly help her up. "S-Sans? Are You Awake?" No answer. "Sans?" I look around camp but he's nowhere to be found. "Sans?!" I call into the forest. I turn to Undyne, but she's washing her face in the creek. "Undyne, I-I Can't Find S-Sans Anywhere, It's N-Not Like Him To Ditch Us!" "He never got me for patrols last night..." Her eyes widen horrified and I can't help but think that something terrible has happened, and it might be my fault. "I don't understand, why would someone attack him and not us? We've done far more damage to the human forces." "I Don't Know, A-And As Far As I'm Aware They Could Be Taking H-Him To That Filthy Prison To Do W-Who Knows What..." I feel sick. Undyne and I quickly clear camp and take to the air. I've learned it makes travel much faster, even if it uses quite a bit of magic. "Do You Know Of A Near By B-Base?" "Not a clue" she sighed," we'd have better chances looking for Asgore." "Undyne, L-Look..." "What?" "There's A Human Town." "Alright, can you fly over or around it?" "Y-Yes, But, I Think We Should Go Into It." "Why?!" "M-Maybe The Humans Can-" "Papyrus! What are you thinking?! When has a HUMAN done anything good for us?!" I only look at her sadly and begin to fly towards the town. "Papyrus-" "Do We Really Have A Choice, Undyne? We're Never Going To Find Him Ourselves..." And I fear that I may be right. All I know is I will find my brother, even if it's the last thing I do.

[idiotic-b-gilson]

See the pinned post on this blog for context

Folks! I have beeg news!

I’m... not actually finished with the spritesheet. But I have enough sprites to at least account for all of Asriel’s appearances in the Ruins (assuming he doesn’t show up in Toriel’s house)

Ta da! Look at my boy! (S, A, D, and W refer to directions, down, left, right, and up respectively. Cuz, y’know, keyboards)

I figured, when you talk to him after the Toriel fight, as he laughs maniacally he should be melting just a little bit, both to set up that there is something much more sinister about him (since he’s got that DT from the True Lab), and because it looks cool. Once he regains his composure, he literally recomposes himself. I imagine when we encounter him at the start of the Ruins, when he laughs as he tries to kill us, he melts a little bit then too, but that’s something that’d show on the battle sprite, rather than the overworld one, and I don’t think I’m mentally prepared to touch the battle sprites just yet

No sprite of him holding Frisk’s hand, because even though he offers it, Frisk very naturally declines, having zero trust for the guy that almost killed them

I don’t yet know how I’m going to handle the sprites of him following Frisk after the Ruins. I reckon he walks away from the conversation after the Toriel fight, and back into the Ruins, rather than sneaking away as Amalgamate goo, because he doesn’t want anyone to know his true nature yet. But afterwards, those occasional scenes corresponding to when Flowey follows you around but quickly hides. I think the equivalent of that in this AU would be something like, you could see maybe his head poking out of the ground for a frame or two, before melting quickly into the ground, leaving the player to simply think “wait, was that-? But, there’s no way, right? Or maybe? But how?”

And then, and then! After the True Pacifist Ending, he would probably be initially standing close to the exit room, part of the semicircle with all of the other bosses of the game, from Toriel to Asgore. But when we go back all the way to the first room, the one with Chara’s grave, maybe he’s finally comfortable enough showing himself to Frisk as he truly is. He enters the room not by walking in, but as a bunch of Amalgam goo coming out of the ground, that then takes the shape of Asriel Dreemurr. And then he and Frisk talk. I think that’s a really nice concept, and I really want to make the sprites to make that possible, so that’s next on my to-do list (okay, 2nd next. First next is him releasing the Human SOULs to shatter The Barrier)

And, as always:

Undertale by Toby Fox (I know he has a blog, but I’m not gonna tag him, it just doesn’t feel right to tag The Annoying Dog himself for such a small, unfinished thing)

The As-yet Unnamed Undertale AU That Got Me To Make All This by @sukifoof​

[twentydaysofdrabbles]

The Concierge Attends A Meeting (Part 12)

The Continental is housed within an old, old building. One brought to the modern age with all the elegance of an old movie star ageing gracefully. 

But one thing that one cannot do with an old building - make the elevator shafts bigger. At least, not without difficulty. And you never thought you’d have to.

“Shall I take His Highness and Captain Undyne first?” You feel your brows furrow as the massive King of Monsters stuffs himself into the comparatively small elevator along with his bodyguard. You’re not amused. Not in the slightest, not--

No you’re definitely suppressing a smile. 

Fairly successfully, given that both monsters don’t grumble more than is expected from stuffing both of themselves into the lift, or from Papyrus wanting to shove himself in there too.

“NO, WE ARE FINE. COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FINE.” Oh dear, you should not enjoy seeing poor Papyrus squished between the enormous King Asgore and the broad-shouldered Undyne. Although clearly Sans and Frisk don’t share the same sentiment.

“good thing you’re skinny, boss, otherwise you’d never fit,” Sans snickers from where he stands behind you, not even remotely willing to get into the same elevator. 

I think the lift is at its weight limit. Frisk tugs at your pants and signs, their eyes dancing with glee. 

Sad to say, that is indeed the case. You may have miscalculated how heavy the King and his Captain were. Though Papyrus weighed little, considering he is all bones.

You nod down at the young-but-old human ambassador. “I am afraid that is the case,” you look back up at the three colossal monsters with a mildly concerned expression. “The Manager will receive you at the rooftop terrace, Your Highness.”

“M-much obliged,” the King says with a sheepish smile, rounding his shoulders to make them...only marginally smaller, his head tucked between them so his horns don’t scratch the walls. 

You have to squeeze an arm in to press the right buttons, but press them you do and up goes the elevator after both doors close. 

“didja get a picture?”

A blink. A moment. Then you look down at Frisk who smiles up at you innocently. Sure did.

The smile that quirks up your still lips is not one that you can suppress. “Leverage, Mx Frisk?”

You got it.

“send it to me, that’s hella good blackmail material.”

The elevator takes a while to come back down - perhaps the three monsters had a hard time extricating themselves - but eventually you usher both of them in there. It was your intention to send them up and on their way, leaving you to go back to your post at your counter, but Sans stops you.

“not comin’ with, sweetheart?” he asks, hands in his pockets. Your hand remains on the elevator doors, stopping them from closing. 

“I am not required for your meeting, Mister Sans,” you say with a slight tilt of your head. 

Frisk seems to catch onto Sans’ meaning and makes a small noise, the first that you’ve heard from the young-but-not child. Not that I’m doubting the Manager’s authority in her own hotel, but she might feel better having someone by her side?

You take a moment to stifle the sudden urge to snort. The Manager is not likely to ‘feel better’ having you by her side. But...

“just come up with us. if ya don’t get an order to stay, you can go,” Sans shrugs and leans against the wall, nodding to the elevator door. “you’re holding the lift up, by the way.”

Why that little--

“Very well.” You incline your head to hide the side-eye you give the smug skeleton. The slight heel of your shoes click on the marble floor, the metal sound of the cage door sliding closed, and then the comparatively softer sound of the elevator closing. 

As you stand at the buttons, with Frisk and Sans standing some space apart, you come to the realisation that those three monsters should not have been able to squeeze in here as they did. It is a roomy elevator - of course it is, it’s a luxury hotel, but goodness.

Ding goes the elevator bell. There is a small ruckus as you help to slide the cage door open, drawing the attention of the four others scattered across the tastefully decorated rooftop terrace. 

All around, the glimmering lights of a never-sleeping city twinkle like stars in the dark, the rooftop of the hotel high enough that only the light of the fire and the scattered lamps provide illumination. In the dark of night, the city seems like a different place. As if the hotel stands apart from the rest of reality. Separate. Isolated. A world hidden within a world.

“Mx Frisk, Mister Sans,” the Manager lifts a cup of tea at them from where she lounges on the loveseat next to the fireplace. Then she looks at you, and her smile stretches just a little bit more. “My Heart.” It is a verbal affection. A silent order. 

All the monsters, plus Frisk, stare at you then. 

Sans looks at you with a quizzical expression. ‘My Heart?’ he mouths at you. 

To which you do not respond. Your back is straight, your shoulders level, your posture perfect and proper as you stride to the Manager’s side to stand behind her sofa, hands folded over your belly. 

Ignoring Sans look, all of their looks, you take up the teapot and offer it to the Manager silently. She turns her head up at you, smiles that secret smile that you take to mean that all is well, and nods. “Would any of you care for a drink as well?” The question is directed to the rest.

For a brief moment, there is no noise but for the sound of you bustling around and bringing drinks and offering serviettes. Though soon enough, even the King tires of the propriety of it all.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet us,” he speaks regally as expected of one of his station. “I deeply appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule.”

The Manager crosses her legs, teacup gracefully held in the fingers of one hand. “But of course,” she purrs, not even batting an eyelash at the overtures. “It would be remiss of me not to extend a welcome to those who are interested in becoming a member of the Continental.” Then she gestures with her teacup to all of King Asgore. “Even more so to those who so newly call our city home.”

Undyne stiffens where she stands behind King Asgore, her fins fluffing like a cat’s hackles. And yet she stays silent, and so do you, despite how your hands drop to your sides in readiness.

“Not just the Continental, Miss, but the--”

“High Table,” the Manager interjects before King Asgore could complete his sentence, completely unrepentant at the slight. It seems the King takes it in his stride, despite that. “I’m aware.”

He inclines his great, horned head. “Yes, the High Table. The ultimate authority of the criminal underworld.” Thick fingers lace together between his thighs, the expensive fabric of his suit straining at his biceps. “And by extension, the Surface. Feared and respected by all, to sit at the Table is to rule the world.”

A glint of understanding tints the Manager’s eyes. Your chin tips down slightly in disappointment. 

“Ah, power,” she purrs, finishing the last dregs of her tea. The porcelain cup hits its saucer with a gentle clink, freeing her hands. “Well, though the Continental shares ties to the High Table, I do not have a seat. No manager does.” Her palm faces upright in a gesture of ‘what can you do?’. “As management, I agree to the rules of the High Table. But the High Table agrees to our rules in turn. A...symbiotic relationship, one can say.”

Uncrossing and crossing her legs again, the Manager tilts her head to the side, eyeing the King carefully. “You want protection for you and yours. This world is too much like the one you know so well, and you know the one place you will find such strength is in the ruling council.” 

From the way the King exhales slowly, you know the Manager hit her mark. The bovine monster seems to consider her words, the way he stares briefly into space indicating that he is thinking. His entourage, too, remains quiet. 

Frisk, bless that young-old thing, pads forward to sit at a couch adjacent to both rulers. In the middle. An ambassador, truly.

You’re saying there’s no real way to get a seat at the High Table.

The Manager follows their hands carefully. “I’m saying that no one earns a seat at the High Table. Not so easily, not without blood. Or stepping on toes. Or making powerful, powerful enemies. You gain little from trying to ease your way into that world using my reputation.” Smiling coyly, the Manager leans her cheek on a fist, “They say that to attract a spirit is to call their name. To attract a devil is to stir their interest.”

A long finger dances up to painted lips, pressing against them in a universal gesture of silence. “Be careful what you wake, gentlemonsters. What stirs will take, and take, and take, until you have naught left to give. And when you have nothing, they will take you.”

Silence reigns for a heartbeat. Then two. 

Your hands ache.

“I thank you for your counsel,” the King says at last, his observant, uncomfortably warm eyes lock with the Manager’s. 

The Manager inclines her head. “That’s not to say I cannot grant you membership to the Continental,” she says, gesturing to them with the same hand she had leaned on. “You might find it helps you, or hinders you. Either way, I offer a gateway into the world you wish to enter. Whether you find what you seek, or we sweep up the dusted remains of your Family, is still unknown.” 

A wink, then. “Welcome to our beautiful city, gentlemonsters.”

With her piece said, the woman reaches over to pour herself some tea; you do not move to help, your eyes still locked on the monsters while the Manager’s attention is divided. Or rather, just Sans.

Sans who looks like he wants to grind his teeth so badly. Sans who looks up at you with a question in his eyes. Sans who looks disappointed by the shake of your head. 

As much as the Continental had an understanding with the High Table, it still sits under the Table. Serving the Table. If the Table thought that the Manager was making a move against them, plotting to take more power...

No, that would not end well. 

Best to stay neutral. 

You had learned the hard way what it was like to stand against an unstoppable force.

[karamoonilia]

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Gravity Falls, Undertale, Deltarune, Creepypasta, Harry Potter, Marvel, BATİM, Cuphead, Owl House, Amphibia, Kindergarden, Baldi's Basic's, Minecraft, Fundemental Paper Education, Vocaloids (?), Ghost and Pals, RIProducer, Vane Lily, CrusherP, The Living Tombstone, SCP, SAbluestory, This İs Not My Neighbor, The Walten Files, Disney/Pixar Movies, Glitchtale, Lords Of Rings, Rings Of Power, Bo Burnham, Hellaverse ( Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel), Lacey Games, Detroit Become:Human, Jack Stauber -

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My OCs:

First OC showed up in here; Nathaniel Reginald Voss

"Ask Natt" all posts:

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2. Hm?

3. 24/7 Coffee

4. Comedy Company

5. Play?

6. Nervous Hug!

7. Some Sweets.

8. Relatives..?

9. Dude, u have Touchhobia :D ?

-To be continued-

What is your Undertale AU about?

- I just made some changes to the concept and story. Monoctale or Undermonoc; as the name suggests, is an AU where each character has a monochrome version of themselves, meaning a single color (black-white-shades of gray). Each character's monochrome version reflects differently in reality; a psychological distress experienced by the character can create their monochrome version, or a rare power deep within their souls can cause them to exist semi-physically, for example.

For example, the formation of the monochrome versions of some characters: Asgore: Asgore is a character with Multiple Personality Disorder in this AU. The way we separate him from the monochrome version is; We divide his name into two as "As-" and "-Gore". "As" is Asgore himself, the first and only personality that should exist in the body. "Gore" is Asgore's monochrome, aka his much more cruel version. Thanks to "Gore", Asgore was able to dare to take the lives of those little children. Making the barrier like this was actually "Gore"'s idea and "As" couldn't stop him and allowed him to carry out this cruel plan. At least the same thing didn't happen with Frisk. While "Gore" had killed other humans brutally, when Asgore was going to fight Frisk, "As" was in control and since he wanted Frisk to win, he fought in a way that Frisk could defeat him without using his real power, just like in the game.

Do you also have a Gravity Falls AU?

- Yes, but it was cancelled after Book Of Bill came out.

I got tired here, I'll add more as things come to mind.

[echantedtoon]

Underfell Soriel Snippet

"You will not lay a f--king hand on her!!" A cool breeze swept through. Making the snow whirl around them like a miniature storm. The old goat held his trident and leaned it forward to point at the much smaller figure while narrowing his eyes. "I have no quarrel with you, Sans. Step aside. I have a right to tie up all loose ends before everyone goes to the surface." Sans gritted his teeth. "And what exactly do you f--king mean by that?!" "She left her duties as Queen and abandoned us after the death of our son. That is a crime to the crown as well as to all moster kind. It needs to be dealt with. Now stand aside." She glanced between them both, but mostly at the tiny skeleton in front of her. With fright, confusion, worry....but mostly with curiosity. Neither were expecting the arrival of Asgore, but as soon as he announced his intent of harm towards her......he jumped in front of her without thinking. Without hesitating. She had never seen such rage in him before. Even with all the heated fights they had or he had with his brother. Right now he was standing in front of her with his arms out spread in a battle worthy, protective pose. As if he was trying to shield her with his tiny form. Bones made of pure rage filled energy appeared beside him. Some white, some red. A bloody mist leaked from his red eye as it glowed dangerously. "F--k you." "......So be it." ................................................................................................................................................................................... The battle had been agonizingly hard for the small skeleton in her arms. Small cracks had been made in his skull, and he was extremely tired. But, he would live. She glanced over at the remains of the ounce king. All that was left was his trident and crown. The result of ticking off the skeleton. At one point, Asgore had fired beams of light. And even though it was meant for him, it accidentally hit her. She managed to dodge most of it, but one lightly grazed her cheek. It didn't even hurt that much to be honest. But, when he saw the blood on her cheek, staining her white fur red..... He snapped. Without warning, he teleported at close range and proceeded to stab a smaller bone weapon into him over and over, until he died. It wasn't until after he collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, did she dare approach him. "T-Tori," he rasped out. "Shh. It's ok. I'm fine." "Are ya hurt?" "It's just a scratch. We'll both be fine." A small moment of silence past as she held him in the snow. ".......Do you know what old saying you reminded me off?" "W-What?" "Actions speak louder than words." He froze before slowly looking up at her. A look of wide eyed terror on his skull. "H-Holy sh-t. Tori. It's not what ya think. F--k." "Sans....It's ok. I'm not mad." "............Yer not?" She shook her head. "No." "..........Oh, God. I hope ya don't find he d-m wimpy." "No. I don't." "That's good." "I find it cute." "I AM NOT CUTE!!" She giggled before standing up. Still holding him. "Sure you're not." She began walking back to her home within theruins. He struggled. "Woman! Put me DOWN!!" "No. You look cute like this.~" He stopped and instead pouted and grumbled. "I love you, Sans.~" ".................Love ya, too, Tori." "Hah! You said it.~" Be began struggling again. This time with a red face. "I take it back!! Put me down!!" "No.~ I'm never going to let you forget this moment.~" "Why me?"

[tumblingdown4ever]

Clashtale SPOODER EDITION

  (Oh no! A small departure from the story!? FEAR NOT! FOR THE COOLEST PAPYRUS GUARANTEES THIS IS CANON TO THE STORY! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!)

 Jolly music would play in the small and cozy town of Snowdin. It was always a pleasant place to walk through…well, as long as you weren’t Muffet. Sweat would drip from Muffet’s cheeks as she tried to quietly weave her way through the crowds. A great wave of relief fell upon the spider woman as she finally reached the doorway of Grillby’s tavern. 

(Credits to the talented "rooinroamer" on Instagram!)

With a very gentle push the door would open wide and a feeling of warmth fell over her greyish skin. She would fix her saggy hoodie before quickly slipping inside the fantasy themed tavern. Muffet’s five red eyes would scan over the oversized swords and warhammers that hung on the walls around the building. Several pieces of D&D merch would also decorate the walls especially behind the counter where Grillby was currently cleaning glasses at. Grillby would look up from his perfectly cleaned glass and spot Muffet entering his bar. “Muffet, you finally made it. Go ahead and take a seat at the counter. I have to get a few dishes prepared for the Bob Team.” The man made of blue flames and coding would slip into the back of the tavern as Muffet plopped her rear onto a stool. 

(Credits to the flaming hot "_wyrmbug_" also on Insta!)

Several Temmies and Bobs would be relaxing around the bar while wearing their colossal sized armor, it was all comparable to Greater Dog’s suit. Muffet began to anxiously tap her fingers on the countertop as she watched Grillby place trays of burgers and fries down on the tables. Once he had finished serving the food he would walk back behind the countertop and stand across the counter. “Where were we yesterday Ms. Muffet?...Oh yeah, you need to raise the prices of the items you are selling in your shop. At this point I have no doubt that your shop will go into bankruptcy if you continue down this road.” Grillby leaned against the countertop and folded his arms to rest on. “I…But I’m…I don’t think my products are good enough to sell above 2G-” Muffet’s eyes would begin to water and form tears. Grillby would sit up slightly and release a sigh. “Muffet. I have a proposal. You’re a good person, but at this point you might end up losing everything you worked for. Is it because you see yourself as a failure?...Scareware told you that you were perfect the way you are. Losing the traits of other Muffets doesn’t make you any less significant.” Grillby watched Muffet whimper and try to hide her tears. He would reach out a hand and use a handkerchief to wipe away her tears “My proposal is to buy out your shop and allow you to keep ownership. I’m financially well enough to keep us both afloat. What do you think Ms. Muffet?” 

“That would be perfect! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!” Muffet would bounce on the stool excitedly while using the gifted handkerchief to dry away her tears. “Alright, head back to your shop and we’ll get in contact with KIng Fluffybuns soon.” Grillby would wave as Muffet ran towards the doorway. “Make sure to come back tonight for D&D! King Asgore, Papyrus, Burgerpants, Undyne, and Alphys will be arriving tonight as well. Sans and Toriel will most likely tag along with my daughter and Scareware to watch!” Muffet would give an affirmative nod before dashing outside to get her small convenience store prepared for such a big step forward!

[tooti-fruiti]

GLITZ AND GLAMOR [CHAPTER 10]

The Quiz Show

"WELCOME BEAUTIES..."

One single light turned back on and shone down on a metal box with one single wheel holding it up.

It also had arms poking out of the side and it was holding a microphone.

"...TO TODAY'S QUIZ SHOW!!!"

A large neon sign lowered from the ceiling, followed by two disco balls on each side and confetti.

Loud game show music began to play from the disco balls.

"OH BOY! I CAN ALREADY TELL IT'S GOING TO BE A GREAT SHOW!" The robot, assumably Mettaton, said with a deep robotic voice.

"EVERYONE GIVE A BIG HAND FOR OUR WONDERFUL CONTESTANT!"

Mettaton started clapping as confetti rained down on you.

Maybe the mistake corrected itself? Mettaton didn't seem bloodthirsty in the slightest.

"NEVER PLAYED BEFORE GORGEOUS? NO PROBLEM! IT'S SIMPLE!"

"THERE'S ONLY ONE RULE! ANSWER CORRECTLY...OR YOU DIE!"

Nevermind.

You entered a fight with Mettaton, hoping you would answer every question correctly.

Mettaton brought out a giant screen and stood somewhat in front of it.

"LET'S START WITH AN EASY ONE!"

A different song began to play as Mettaton asked the first question.

"QUESTION ONE: WHAT IS THE PRIZE FOR ANSWEING CORRECTLY?"

You looked at the screen for it's answers.

A: Money

B: Mercy

C: A New Car

D: More Questions

You noticed Alphys behind Mettaton, making a D shape with her hands.

"Uhhh, more questions?"

"RIGHT! SOUNDS LIKE YOU GET IT!"

The screen went blank as Mettaton read the next question.

"HERE'S YOUR TERRIFIC PRIZE! WHAT IS THE KING'S FULL NAME?"

The answers were:

A: Lord Fluffybuns

B: Fuzzy Pushover

C: Asgore Dreemur

D: Dr. Friendship

Alphys was making a C shape with her hands.

"Asgore Dreemur?"

"CORRECT! WHAT A TERRIFIC ANSWER!"

Mettaton asked the next question.

"LET'S TALK ABOUT ME! WHAT ARE ROBOTS MADE OF?"

A: Hopes and Dreams

B: Metal and Magic

C: Snips and Snails

D: Sugar and Spice

Alphys made a B shape with her hands.

"Metal and magic."

"TOO EASY FOR YOU HUH????????"

The Quiz Show contined like this and the questions got much harder and harder.

Thankfully, Alphys was there to give you the answers.

Except for one when Mettaon asked if you would "smooch a ghost" in his words.

Because all the answers were the same.

However, Mettaton seemed to be catching on and asked a specific kind of question.

"TIME TO BREAK OUT THE BIG GUNS. IN THE DATING SIMULATION VIDEO GAME 'MEW MEW KISSY CUITE' WHAT IS MEW MEW'S FAVORITE FOOD?"

Instead of giving you the answer, Alphys went on a rant about Mew Mew's favorite food.

"IT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THE GAME BECAUSE IT'S ACTUALLY A VERY POWERFUL message about friendship and..."

Mettaton backed up to Alphys without turning around.

"ALPHYS. ALPHYS. ALPHYS. YOU AREN'T HELPING MY CONTESTANT...ARE YOU?"

He already knew and acted shocked. "OOOOOOH YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME! I'LL ASK A QUESTION, YOU'LL BE SURE TO KNOW THE ANSWER TO!"

"WHO DOES DR. ALPHYS HAVE A CRUSH ON?"

A: Undyne

B: Asgore

C: You

D: Don't know

You don't know who Asgore or Undyne are, and you would hope Alphys doesn't have a crush on you.

"I don't know."

"CORRECT." Mettaton said. Which confused you.

"DR. ALPHYS HAS A CRUSH ON...THE UNKNOWABLE. YOU SEE, ALPHYS BELIEVES THERE IS SOMEONE OUT THERE. SOMEONE WATCHING HER."

Alphys started to become a little embarrassed.

"SOMEONE SHE THINKS IS 'CUTE' AND 'INTERESTING'. HELLO THEORETICAL PERSON! DR. ALPHYS LIKES YOU. TOO BAD YOU ARE NOT REAL." Mettaton said before laughing.

"H-Hey!" Alphys said trying to stand up for herself. "I've done research about this! There are alternate universes out there! S-Someday, maybe, I could meet them..."

Mettaton slightly turned to her. "YOU SAID THE SAME THING ABOUT 'MEW MEW KISSY CUTIE'. BUT I'LL GIVE YOU THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT. PERSON, IF YOU'RE OUT THERE, HOW ABOUT GIVING US A SIGN, RIGHT NOW?"

You all waited for a good minute, and nothing happened.

"THAT SETTLES THAT, DOESN'T IT?"

Mettaton moved the screen away and rolled up to you.

"WELL, WELL, WELL, WITH DR. ALPHYS HELPING YOU...THE SHOW HAS NO DRAMATIC TENSION! WE CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS!"

"BUT...BUT..! THIS WAS JUST THE PILOT EPISODE! NEXT UP. MORE DRAMA! MORE ROMANCE! MORE BLOODSHED! UNTIL NEXT TIME, DARLINGS!"

Then Mettaton turned into a box shaped rocket and flew away.

"That last question..." Alphys said. "He wasn't supposed to ask that one..."

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day.]

<-Chapter 9

Chapter 11->

[tartrazeen]

Oh my God.

I think I just figured out DELTARUNE and the "Angel's Heaven."

Okay - work with me here.

Spamton keeps talking about going to heaven and such, right? And he calls Noelle an angel, right?

There is more than one angel.

I just realized that - I'm watching MatPat's theory and I'm like halfway through and it clicked.

Noelle has snow powers. She's the snow angel.

Onion-san keeps talking about hearing a song and there are lots of references to the ocean. Shyren's in this game too, right? Shyren's gonna be an angel fish.

What other kind of angels are there? Obvious puns that can get tied back to a possible world in Deltarune?

Well, immediately, my mind goes to angel investor. If there was ever a bank-related world, or a political world, that could come into play. Noelle's mom is a mayor and even the TV world could be all about funding the way Hollywood is. A stretch? Sure! But one of many possibilities now.

There's also guardian angel. I could see that being some sort of final boss, and maybe even Kris themselves since no 'angel' appears in the first chapter. That could be a grand reveal at the end of the story. But it could also be Undyne or Toriel or Asgore, given their roles in this story.

Fallen angel (or dark angel) could take on a whole host of meanings, especially when the prophecy is trying to "banish the angel's heaven." Maybe it'll be someone working against us, or someone who helps us more than anybody else. Who knows? Let's get crazy: maybe it's Sans! Maybe it's Papyrus!

I know about angels of mercy (or death), which would be very interesting given the focus so far on the hospital and the prominence of the church in this town.

It's not a term I personally hear used too often, but an "angel's advocate" exists. I don't know if that'd fit the theme though, since it doesn't necessitate having the advocate be an angel as well. There's also a "destroying angel" (aka "death angel") - which is a mushroom, and what could be a very clever nod to that dancing mushroom in Temmyville, along with that meme of "You cannot destroy me in a way that matters." That might be a bit too obscure, though. Just saying these two for the sake of it. I'm pretty sure there'd need to be seven types of angel to go along with the number of flowers/souls, which is why I want to leave those options there.

If we were to get real trippy about it, we could say no angel is an option. Like the phrase "you're no angel"? It could link to Kris not seeing their hand in the shadow crystal and their choices not mattering, or just as a quirky, meta way to get a seventh type for Kris to play. Hell, the fact that there's no angel in the first chapter could be the whole point: Kris is no angel. Whether that's heroic or even worse than ever, I'm not sure. It could definitely go either way.

The most fascinating connections, though, is with terms, like angel dust. Do I think Toby's gonna through drugs randomly into this? Probably not! But I do see the obvious fit between that term and the dust that monsters are supposed to crumble into, and how 'angel dust' could be used as a weapon somehow. Used a little less often but still with clear links that can be made is angel's tears, which is a type of flower. Then there's angel cake, which is something Ralsei has already cooked up out of pot! So, y'know, more connections there.

Yes, I know archangel is another term, but that doesn't quite fit the pattern of it being an [attribute] angel. I could see that as a boss name, maybe, but not one of several types in the story.

Anyway! :D That just struck me and I love the thought of it. Maybe "Angel's Heaven" refers to some sort of last-angel-standing battle royale? 🤔 Not sure. I don't think the grammar's wrong. But I think it's meant to be misleading.

[deltaruminations]

if i can be momentarily ship-for-brains a little bit i do think the implication of asriel and dess having had A Thing is very interesting when considered from the Eloping From The Narrative/Dess ‘n’ Dings Mobius Double Reacharound* perspective. because like yeah what’s more Rejecting The Narrative than the story’s intended hero rejecting her made-to-be love interest and waltzing around the Fantasy Holes with the story’s intended villain instead, directly defying the Will of their absent clockmaker God

like. thinking about the relationships around Dess, both the Holiday and Dreemurr parents were literally Made For Each Other — we know that at least Asgore and Toriel are the same Type of monster (this isn’t yet confirmed for the Holidays, but i think it’s more likely than not. also i will be shocked if the Mayor’s name isn’t Clarice. come on.), which fits common Fictional Family tropes — but even before her disappearance there may have been cracks forming. we don’t know enough about rudy and c’s relationship yet to say much about it, but we do know they didn’t start off on the best foot, though rudy plays off their meeting as a funny anecdote.** asgore and toriel were high school sweethearts who, if we follow that trope, may have never considered seeing anyone else before getting hitched, and we know (from our perspective later in the timeline) that the marriage failed. rudy and asgore have long-standing and extremely obvious chemistry but apparently never seriously entertained the idea that they’d make a good couple.

and then their first born kids seem to be in a perfect position to be Love Interests — they’re next door neighbors, childhood friends, she even wears his jacket. a perfectly wholesome Story Couple. of course asriel is the perfect love interest, the sweet, popular golden boy, her parents’ best friends’ child and someone the bulk of the audience already loves. i could see both in- and out-of-universe actors being very approving of it, even pressuring for it.

and i could see Dess, already rebellious, picking her own name and watching scary movies and wielding bats against bullies, looking at that whole situation and mistrusting it and thinking, Maybe I Should Explore My Options. maybe asriel is, if she’s being honest, a little boring. and, well, who’s that strange, spooky boy who just showed up in town one day? the one who keeps giving her Halloween pencils*** and seems to know just a little too much about quantum optics? the quiet outsider no one seems to like or trust very much? maybe he needs a friend. so they start to hang out. they stumble onto Dark Worlds together, and that becomes their little secret — not just because the Dark Worlds themselves are so exciting, mysterious, and dangerous, but because they can sense that the relationship is increasingly transgressive. her parents can’t know. asriel definitely can’t. these two kids’ relationship becomes so entangled in the escape of a collaborative fiction in which they can safely and authentically be themselves, together, that they end up dragging the whole universe with them into a struggle over creative disagreements (do we let it end with the Roaring or not?) that is really, at its core, about an unspoken mutual fear of losing each other. as above so below etc.

the possibilities in that for tying together other story threads… there are a lot. i dunno. ex: if this is D&D’s little secret, who’s the other person in “YOU TWO”? well, what if kris followed them on one of their excursions? what if they knew about the Dark Worlds, and even the burgeoning relationship, but struck a deal — they get to join in the adventure as long as they don’t tell. maybe the “deals” and “agreements” between kris and will-be extraplanar entities run deep. convenient, isn’t it, that kris as player-vessel can’t talk as far as a Player is concerned, and can’t speak freely to other characters? they can’t spill secrets or tell of any truths or promises they may know exist in anyone’s hearts. if that wasn’t gaster’s doing, then what if it was dess’s? is this all just high-octane copium to justify liking a very fringe crack ship? probably. man. i don’t even fucking know. just. do you see my Vision. do you understand. also they’d just be funny together i think

*truly don’t know what an appropriate and succinct name would be for this theory/headcanon but i’m assuming you guys know what i’m talking about given that i won’t shut up about it

**it is, to be fair, pretty funny

***i know i know the Halloween pencil story from Get In The Car, Losers substantiates nothing. just. [takes an uncomfortably long, loud huff of copium] let me have this one vaguely evidence-adjacent thing. blease,

[underjumble]

I got a really long ask so I'm going to split it into multiple posts :D

What are the underjumble cast's pronouns?

All pronouns are not required to be used by characters unless stated otherwise, have fun tweaking or adding on!

Sans hasn’t really questioned his gender. He doesn’t feel happy OR sad when he hears he/him. It feels right yeah, but he feels neutral about them. I don’t think he would mind with any other pronouns, it would be a bit huh? but at the end of the day he’s not gonna feel bad about them unless it/its. He uses He/him.

Papyrus is too young to have even considered the idea that he’s not male. He/him.

Asriel is, you guessed it, he/him. Sorry y'all. I’m infamous for making all my characters queer but not right now.

Chara uses they/it. They’re referred to by them a lot, but some pepper it in. They don’t mind if you call them exclusively by one or the other. Chara is canonically non-binary (not as in the gender itself, but as in outside the binary) in underjumble, and you may not refer to them using he or she. Any others are fine.

Napstablook is a little silly they/them! They will not correct you if you don’t use the right pronouns due to anxiety, though, so I won’t take it as misgendering if any character uses pronouns other than that, since it’s usually Mettaton standing up for them. Napstablook is a bit ambiguous because although they use they/them they are a demiboy, so I will accept using he. Just, don’t make them into a he/him only, okay? I want to respect their original pronouns.

Mettaton is a he/him. Specifically, a trans he/him! :D I would prefer if you kept part of his masculine pronouns, but he’s not outright confirmed to be trans in undertale, so I won’t keep that rule with an iron fist.

Maddie, like in canon, is a trans she/her catgirl. You cannot use he for her.

Toriel is a she/her

Asgore is he/him. Sorry but he’s the embodiment of a 40-50 year old divorced depressed cishet dad. Love him though!

The sapphics are she/her :)

Gaster is a he/him. He gives me the vibes that he wouldn’t be purposely transphobic, but he’d make mistakes that make you cringe, you know. His heart is in the right place.

Frisk is they/them. He or she will not be tolerated.

[twistofatale]

Twist of a tale chapter 2 part 3

Frisk:...What

Toriel: It seems like a creature has been messing with you

Toriel: Your ok now

Toriel: You need a heal?

Frisk: Well it's ok I don't need a heal-

Toriel: Hmm 🧐

* Heals Frisk *

Frisk: Ok

Asgore: Welp it seems you have been in battle with Reaper bird

Asgore: He may come back be ready....

Frisk: Let's try to get something else

Toriel: Let's show you our first challenge

Asgore: * Puts Frisk on his back * Let's go

Frisk: Weeeee :)

Asgore: Heh :)

* Piggybacks Asgore until the next challenge is shown *

Frisk: O look at there

Asgore: * Puts Frisk back down *

Frisk: What is this

Toriel: You see you have to figure out which do you trust. Pie or tea

Frisk: Umm what

Toriel: Pie or tea

Frisk: What

Toriel: Pie or tea

Asgore: Just umm pick which one you trust and try to not get the wrong one so you don't take damage

Frisk: Ok

Asgore: Tip: Toriel loves pies ...especially snails ;(

Frisk: * Chooses pie * It seems good 👍

Toriel: Good you have good taste 😊

Frisk: Well let's go now

Toriel: I will see you later my child

* The dreemur go away *

Frisk: Alright time to umm go....* goes away *

Asgore: Alright time to give you this * Gives Frisk his number *

Frisk: Alright bye * Waves Asgore bye *

Frisk: Alright time to go

Frisk: Alright it's time to umm * Goes to the other room * alright time to-

* Encounter starts *

Frisk: Alright seen a guy full of water, a small Froggit, a literally walking star now it's a a literally deformed being with multiply pipes

Mr.D: Hello

Frisk: * Uses act and selects Check *

Mr.D 5 attack and 7 defense Mr.D stands for Mr.Detective...yes he has no imagination

Mr.D: D: * Uses a tea attack * O my I can't control my coffee

Frisk: * Dodges pretty good * He is literally just dropping his coffee

Mr.D is having trouble trying to drink his coffee

Frisk: * Uses act and selects encourage * You can do it

Mr.D: I don't need encouragement

Me.D: * Dripps some coffee juice out of the coffee cup *

Frisk: * Dodges easily *

Mr.D: I'm so close

Frisk: * Uses act and selects encouragement *

Mr.D: YES * Drinks tea *

Mr.D: I don't want to fight now * Uses mercy and selects spare *

Frisk: * Used act and selects spare *

You gained 0 exp and 15 g

Frisk: Welp I hope that guy gets drinks coffee alright

Frisk: Let's go.....* Sees a stand * o hello :)

Sans: ZZZZZ

Frisk: Umm hello?

Sans: O....looks like somebody came....welcome to my shop ..where you can get dogs, dogs, puns, And even more dogs.

Sans: What would you like?

Frisk: Eeh

Sans: Here this list sometimes it has punny things on it

Frisk: Thanks * Reads it * Umm I will take......( it's just dogs ) umm bone-appeti

Sans: Here * Brings out a bone that has a hotdog bon on it * Here

Frisk: 😕

Sans: That would be 0 G

Frisk: Ok I would like a hotdog

Sans: A dog? Here? Heh there? Or here?

Sans: * Brings out a dog *

Sans: Here

Frisk: * Gets a dog or Hotdog if you are a not skeleton *

Sans: That would be 19 G

Frisk: Here.....31 g left

Sans: See ya later buddo

Frisk: Bye

* Frisk goes to the next room *

Frisk: Welp time to go-

* A burst of Fire comes near Frisk *

Heh looks like your here

You made it far human

But now I have to kill you

For you have a bounty on your head and now

Grillby: Your not going anywhere else

* Encounter starts *

[twentydaysofdrabbles]

The Concierge Plays Fetch - Sans (Part 10)

“So you are the reason for my sudden shortage of mustard.”

Sans raises his head from the pile of empty shot glasses and mustard bottles as you approach. “sweetheart,” he purrs in welcome, leering at you, bracing an elbow on the bar to turn to face you. “you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

Hmm, there seems to be a difference in his inflection as he speaks to you. Just like with Papyrus just a few minutes ago. How intriguing. 

The bar is empty, the Bartender having fled with a look of relief when he laid eyes on you. Reflexively, you go to stand behind the counter, taking Sans’ dirty glasses to begin rinsing them and putting them into the dishwasher. 

“Is there a particular brand of mustard that you prefer, Mister Sans?” You ask conversationally. Like Papyrus’ overloaded squat bar, you’re impressed at the variety of mustard and the sheer quantity of it messily arranged next to him. “Allow me to clear the empty bottles.”

You had barely waved your hand in the direction of the empty jars and bottles before it is seized in a gentle grip by ivory phalanges. The high quality cloth of your glove dulls the sensation of bone on skin. Teases at it. You find yourself wanting to...to...

“mustard-ing at the best kind,” Sans rumbles invitingly at you, his permanent grin taking on a...you think it’s a sultry look but you’re not sure. 

Your mind then processes his words. Was that a pun? You think it’s a pun. The d when he said mustard was fairly quiet...

Blinking slowly, you let a small smile crack your neutral expression slightly. “How charming, Mister Sans.” 

“why thank you.” He rubs the knuckles of his free hand on his chest, the red, high collared shirt showing signs of his afternoon binge. His black tailored jacket, luckily, hangs on the back of his bar stool. 

All this while, he still has your hand in his. Technically, it’s loose enough that you can easily pull away, but you find yourself just...waiting. For what, you’re not quite sure, but at the same time you’re not inclined to break contact just yet. How intriguing.

Sans doesn’t make you wait long, luckily. Firm teeth press to the back of your gloved hand in a courtly gesture right over your scar, though Sans ruins it by winking up at you. “come on, have a drink with me.” He gestures with his head to the shelves of drinks behind you. 

Your answer is on the tip of your tongue. “The Manager has moved the meeting forward, Mister Sans. King Asgore, Captain Undyne, and Mx Frisk are waiting in the Lounge for you and Mister Papyrus.”

“augh, the meeting,” he groans, letting go of your hand to reach for a shot glass that he fills with yellow mustard. As if he wasn’t the one who made the meeting happen in the first place. “well, if they’ve been waiting, ain’t gonna hurt to make ‘em wait a little more.”

The smile on your face spreads a little more. Gutsy for a guy who seems to answer to the King. “One would think making royalty wait would be inadvisable,” you say evenly as you reach for a glass bottle of soda, pouring it into a glass filled with ice. You don’t mention that it’s equally as inadvisable to keep the Manager waiting. “Mister Papyrus has gone to refresh himself.” 

“i bath he’ll be a while,” Sans sneers into his mustard, throwing it back like a shot. Red pilot lights of eyes drift to the glass of soda, placed on the counter in front of you. “not a drinker?”

“No,” is your only answer as you lift it to your lips to drink. It doesn’t go unnoticed that Sans’ eyes remain on the glass, on your lips. No, you don’t miss it, but neither do you acknowledge it. 

“former drinker?” Sans pries with a sly look.

You try not to sigh, but admittedly you do catch an exhale on its way out. To refrain from making any further comment, you keep your hands busy by clearing some of the empty bottles next to Sans’s elbow. They go right into the bin; you refuse to deal with the smell of mustard for the rest of the night. Particularly if they get on your gloves.

That, however, seems to be enough for Sans. He nods understandingly, “sodas why.” 

You despise the fact that he seems to be reading your reactions. He’s far too perceptive for your liking, truly.

“ain’t throwing stones here, sweetheart.” His red tongue slips from between his serrated teeth, glowing and ghostly and cleaning the shot glass. 

As much as you try not to stare, it’s a little hard not to. A quick glance is all. But it’s enough for Sans. 

“‘s a little tongue in cheek, but i can give you a private demonstration if you want.” Sans wriggles his tongue at you, undulating between his two fingers that he brings up to his eternal grin. “maybe later tonight?”

Flirt.

Your expression doesn’t change. It’s difficult, but it doesn’t change. And yet you don’t discourage him. 

“If you would finish your drink, Mister Sans, I shall show you to the lounge.” Your glass did not contain much to begin with, but you finish it in a slow sip, eyes locked on his.

Despite the deflection, Sans only seems to be tickled by your lack of rejection. He laughs in a rolling rumble, snatching the sole glass of whiskey beside him to finish it in one gulp. “’s not a no,” he sings through his exhale, licking his teeth. 

Again, you do not react. There is no break in your movements as you rinse the glass you used, as you gather the glasses he used, as you put them all into the dishwasher. “Are you ready, Mister Sans?” 

The skeleton pauses then, just for a moment. Seemingly rolling your choice of words in his head. When you look at him expectantly, he lets a rumbling purr vibrate from his chest, hopping off from the stool and throwing his jacket over his shoulders. 

Like the Cheshire cat eyeing a choice bit of cake, he purrs, “Lead the way.”