#frisk sprite but with a stretched out body

[weia-yo]

happy year 9 of undertale! this was initially going to be a comic but i quickly scrapped that idea in favor of using dialogue boxes (shoutout to demirramon's undertale text box generator).

bonus doodle: here's frisk's friends and family waving back

[pinkmistle06]

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Name the Fallen Human.

"Chara"

The true name.

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Darkness. All she could see was darkness. The girl's thoughts were fuzzy and muddled, all a blur in her head. Then, in an instant, the memories came flooding back. She remembered where she was, and what she was doing. Her eyes flew open in an instant. Her beautiful pink and red eyes. Her right eye was a beautiful sunset pink, and her left eye was a bright ruby red. She was generally short, at around five feet and three inches tall. She had lightly tanned skin and slight rosy cheeks, and semi long wavy dirty blonde hair. She wore a sleeveless light pink, almost peach turtleneck sweater, a hot pink fluffy jacket over the sweater, a short skirt that was a lighter pink than her jacket, but not her sweater, that sat on her hips with a white band to separate itself from her sweater, brown boots, and black tights, as well as white, slightly cartoonish gloves on her hands. She was lying on the ground, on top of a bed of golden flowers, likely buttercups. Her entire body ached, but luckily, no bones were broken. She looked around, and saw a child next to her, younger than her, but not by much. They had goldenrod skin, short, messily cut brown hair, narrowed eyes, a rather blank expression, and were a bit shorter than her. They were wearing a light blue sweater with two pink stripes in the middle, brown shorts, black leggings underneath, dark brown shoes, and lastly, a bandaid on their cheek. She slowly stood up, her joints letting out small pops as she did so, stretching a little to help the aches. She crouched down next to the child, prodding them on their shoulder.

"Hey, are you alright?" She asked, sounding genuinely worried. Then, the child moved, and they looked at her. Their narrowed eyes widened a touch, but not by much. They cocked their head in confusion, and sat up. They pointed at the large hole above them, where sunlight was shining through, and then pointed at her, cocking their head again. "Did I fall with you?" She asked. The child nodded. "Ah. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did." She replied, reaching her hand forward. The child grabbed her hand, and the girl helped them up, now off of the flower bed. "What's your name?" She asked them. They took a small breath. "Frisk." They replied, their voice soft. Their voice could've been female or male, either way, she couldn't tell the difference. Frisk then pointed at the girl. "My name?" Frisk nodded. "My name is Pink." Pink replied, a smile on her face. Pink looked around, taking in the sights of the cave they were in. She looked at the flower bed to inspect it. "A flower bed of buttercups. Looks like it broke your fall." Pink did not flinch at the sudden voice in her head. She knew who it was, clear as day. Chara. She paid them no mind, but was sure that they knew she was aware of them. Then, Frisk pointed at a hallway in the cavern they were in. "You want to go over there?" Pink asked. Frisk shook their head, and pointed at themselves, then at Pink, then back at the hallway. "You want us both to move on?" Frisk nodded, putting their fists at their hips. "Alright then." Pink answered, smiling a bit.

She and Frisk walked forward, and into the hallway. They walked into another cave, of which had a patch of grass in the middle, along with a flower. The flower looked like a buttercup, with six large petals across the head, and a green stem. But one thing was different about the flower. It had a face. Frisk and Pink both walked a bit closer, when the flower began to speak.

"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" His voice was filled to the brim with sickening sweetness, feeling almost forced. "You two are new to the underground, aren't ya? Golly, the both of you must be so confused!" Flowey spoke, a friendly smile on his face. "Someone should really teach you how things work down here! I guess little ol' me will have to do!" Flowey remarked, smiling brightly, though not with his teeth. Pink could see tiny little fangs protruding from his mouth, and his eyes held a faint glimmer of red. "Ready? Here we go!" Then, with a flash of light, a red heart appeared on Frisk's chest. Pink felt a warmth on her own chest, and looked down to see a heart on her own, except it was different from Frisk's. Half of it was red, the other pink. "See those hearts? Those are your SOULS, the very culmination of your beings!" Flowey explained, looking intently at the two. "SOULS start out weak, but can grow stronger with LV!" Frisk cocked their head in confusion, while Pink continued to stare on. "What's LV stand for? Why, LOVE, of course! You both want some LOVE, don't you? Here, I'll share some with you!" Then, white, almost bullet-like seeds appeared around Flowey. "Down here, LOVE is shared through..." Flowey trailed off, thinking for a moment. "...little white...'friendliness pellets'." Pink didn't like the emphasis he put on them. She knew what would happen if she or Frisk touched them, they would be hurt. "I'll share some with you! Go on, catch as many as you can!" And with that, Flowey flung the pellets at Frisk and Pink. Pink quickly dodged, and pulled Frisk away from them. They let out a small yelp as Pink grabbed them and pulled them away. "...hey buddy, you missed them." Flowey said, his eyes narrowing a bit. "Let's try that again, shall we?" He again flung the pellets at the two, this time a bit faster. Pink dodged the bullets, extremely cautious. Frisk dodged as well, a bit unnerved. "Is this a joke? Are you both brain dead? Run. Into. The. BULLET-" Flowey cut himself off, his eyes going wide. "Err, friendliness pellets!" Knew it. Pink thought, smiling a touch. He sent the bullets at them again, and once more, both of them dodged.

Then, his facial expression quickly soured, his eyes turning pitch black, and his fangs coming extremely prominent. "You know what's going on here, don't you?" Flowey instantly abandoned all of his sickening sweetness, his voice now a growl. "You just wanted to see me suffer." He snarled, his voice growing more and more horrifying by the second. Frisk was standing beside Pink, shaking. Pink was standing strong, hostility burning in her eyes. Then, vines and bullets surrounded the two. "DIE." Flowey shrieked out the word, laughing hysterically as the bullets and vines came closer and closer. Frisk was shaking, and Pink was too. Pink knew what would come next, but she couldn't help be afraid for what was happening now. Then, in an instant, the attacks were gone. Flowey looked confused, when a ball of pure fire flew across the cavern, nailing Flowey in the face. He was knocked away with a cry of surprise and pain.

"What a miserable creature, torturing such poor, innocent youths..." A motherly voice rang out, and someone stepped forward. It was a woman, but something was different about her. She was a goat! An anthropomorphic goat woman. She had snow white fur, long floppy ears on the sides of her head that faded to gray on the ends, small horns on the top of her head, deep scarlet eyes with black eye lashes, fangs protruding on her mouth, large feet and paws, and she was wearing a robe, almost a dress of a sort. It was a bright purple with white sleeves, a white symbol on the chest area, and white lining around it. She was quite tall, looming over Frisk and Pink. She had a kind look in her eyes. "Oh dear, neither of you are hurt, are you?" She walked a bit closer. "I am Toriel, the caretaker of the Ruins."

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I︎N︎T︎E︎R︎E︎S︎T︎I︎N︎G︎.︎.︎.︎

V︎E︎R︎Y︎ I︎N︎T︎E︎R︎E︎S︎T︎I︎N︎G︎.︎

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I︎ W︎I︎L︎L︎ W︎A︎T︎C︎H︎ T︎H︎I︎S︎ W︎I︎T︎H︎ G︎R︎E︎A︎T︎ I︎N︎T︎E︎R︎E︎S︎T︎.︎

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[animusbell]

UNDERTALE vs. DELTARUNE

A speculative post about what the relation between the two worlds might be.

If you read this post, you accept any spoilers that will happen!

[press J to skip.]

1. The Difference

At first glance, this game looks almost like a post-pacifist sequel to Undertale, and I’ve seen many people mistake it for such! However, even without Toby’s word saying that a “sequel” to Undertale wouldn’t be interesting, there’s plenty of ingame evidence to suggest that it isn’t--that many of the events of and before UNDERTALE never happened. It’s as though the monsters were never in the Underground at all!

To name a few discrepancies:

Asriel is alive (and... going to college?)

Mettaton still seems to be in ghost form (that makes sense: Alphys isn’t a scientist trying to impress a king, so she hasn’t made a robot...)

Undyne and Alphys don’t even know each other.

Sans doesn’t know Alphys or Toriel beyond their brief stops in his store.

Bratty & Catty appear to be enemies...?

Kris is... not Frisk. Though their names are almost-anagrams.

And some odd parallels:

Those seven flowers Asgore is preserving from his wedding... colored like the six human souls in UNDERTALE, and one “golden” flower.

(What was it that caused Toriel and Asgore to divorce, if not the events before UNDERTALE, I wonder?)

There’s an NPC who looks like that one Gaster follower who doesn’t have an ingame sprite from UNDERTALE:

Gaster’s theme in Undertale is called “mus_st_him” and is mostly hidden in game files. The Gaster-motif theme that plays during “character creation” is called “ANOTHER HIM.”

The weird audio that plays during Gaster’s ENTRY NUMBER 17 is the same audio as what plays when you try to use your Cell Phone in the dark world.

So... it’s weird! It’s almost like some kind of parallel universe. Or, perhaps you’ve discarded an old world and moved on to the next with your stolen soul...?

2. “You accept everything that will happen”: the antithesis of DETERMINATION

Now, I’m sure I’ve missed some hidden details that the datamining & mystery-solving crowds will find soon enough. HOWEVER, here’s what I have done in this game: spared everyone with [ACT]s  and fought everyone.

But this game isn’t like UNDERTALE, exactly! Sparing everyone with ACTs does make them like you, and in fact I got an ending where all the NPCs helped me with the ending. However, even without this, the ending is basically the same with just a few tiny detail changes.

Also, see, “fight”ing doesn’t work like it does in UNDERTALE. As far as I can tell, gaining EXP is impossible. Enemies run off when you beat them up. And, weirdly enough, Ralsei and Susie barely even address the fact that you’re beating everyone up. Ralsei still reprimands Susie for being the one obsessed with FIGHTING, and Susie still agrees to follow your ACT directions at the end. 

In DELTARUNE, everyone has the same arc, regardless of your actions. This is very different from UNDERTALE, where your run can make the difference between Undyne and Alphys getting together, and the Amalgamates reuniting with their families...

Also, unlike Frisk, Kris already HAS a place in this world! They have an established personality, and many actions & relations with people that predate our influence on the game. We aren’t some new person who just moved to town--most folks recognize our avatar as a kid they’ve met before, who covered their arms in ketchup to pretend to be bleeding, who went through their parents having a divorce & their brother leaving for college, who dislikes the way Asgore gives hugs.

So between the discarding of the “vessel” you made, the lack of “determination” addressed at save points, and the general idea that you can’t truly affect the events of this world... hmm. It seems like your influence on this world isn’t quite the same as it was in UNDERTALE.

3. The Dark World

Along with the main world of DELTARUNE seeming like an odd alternate universe that’s a haunted reflection of UNDERTALE, the Dark World seems almost like a second, even more distorted reflection from the former.

The place has an almost-imaginary-seeming quality to it, as though it was spawned from the items in the supply closet (like the checkers board on the ground), but I think we know better than to call the “imaginary”/”it was all a dream” trope.

There are several weird parallels:

“Ralsei” is an anagram of “Asriel,” and they seem to be the same/similar species

Lancer has a similar color scheme & body type to Sans, and his toothy grin looks very similar....

Kris and Susie look different when they enter the Dark World... Kris turns blue and they both get very RPG-adventure type gear out of nowhere! Also, did Susie always have an ax...?

4. “don’t forget”

So! Before DELTARUNE’s release, we had a recent update to the “Suzy” situation. Namely, the Clamgirl in Waterfall (who only appears at certain FUN values, which are implied to be Gaster-related) suddenly gained a few extra pieces of dialogue where she says “The time when you will meet [Suzy]... is fast approaching.” And she turns grey and vanishes like the other Gaster followers.

However, long before that (in the 2016 mass bug-fix patch of Undertale), a really weird detail was added to the Clamgirl phenomenon. Alongside the FUN values getting changed so that the followers appeared without datamining...

When you enter sans’ laboratory-back-room, ONLY if you’ve spoken with Clamgirl and gotten the “Suzy” dialogue, you get this:

As observed in this reddit post, those three smiling faces COULD be Kris, Lancer, and Susie (or perhaps some alternate version of the three, as suggested by the Suzy/Susie spelling discrepancy)...

Now, Lancer and Susie both smile ingame, but Kris doesn’t. HOWEVER! There’s an argument to be made that Kris’ facial expressions work like Frisk’s--we never see them as the player, but Sans himself observes that Frisk spared monsters “with a smile” in a pacifist run, and people are spooked by your expression in a merciless run. And in DELTARUNE, Kris is observed to have an “annoyed” look postgame when Susie is brought up by Monster Kid.

So maybe they did smile, at some point!

Sans is also the only character in UNDERTALE directly referenced to be aware of the timelines changing. Not necessarily remembering them directly, but he can tell when you’ve reset a save to listen to his speech twice (in a pacifist run) and knows how many times you’ve died in a merciless run (NOT perfectly--he says “eight” when it’s “nine” and addresses that he messed up, and he can’t tell how many it’s been past 11 deaths).

So is it much of a stretch to say that maybe, whatever happened to make Sans aware of these timelines might have also made him aware of some universe where he was in Lancer’s place, or perhaps just have strange memories directly from Lancer? Who knows!

--

Anyway... none of this is fully confirmed, but it is all very interesting! Hopefully the next chapter will give us some more insight into what the actual connection is between the two worlds.

[scartale-an-undertale-au]

Papers of Homelessness - Chapter 9

(This banner had been made by the awesome and amazing artist @bente36​. i am so honored that she had drawn this banner for this story. please go and show her all the love in the world that she deserves!!! \[^o^]/)

BEFORE | NEXT

a/n: today we’re meeting a very lovable character ^^ well, if he wasn’t such a drunkie~

You returned from your errands to find a man with graying hair slumped over one of the tables, Hood shaking his shoulder lazily, not seeming to be in a hurry for the man to wake up.

You narrowed your eyes and closed the door shut to stop the cold air from coming in, placing all the bags you were carrying on one of the tables and approaching the two.

“So, what’s going on?”

Hood looked up, unperturbed by the whole situation. Probably used to it from the streets. “He’s sleeping…”

Oh, great… a drunkie. You sighed and shook the man’s shoulder, smelling the faint waft of cheap whiskey rising from the slumbering customer. “Sir, can you please wake up? This is not a place for a nap.”

The man grunted, but kept sleeping. You shook him again and got the same reaction. You grew annoyed and pinched the man’s arm, no longer caring for niceties.

The man gave a loud snore and sat up, blinking his groggy blue eyes and locking them with yours.

You stared back, realizing that despite the graying hair, the customer was much younger than expected. Seeming to be around his forties and less unkempt than the smell had indicated.

“Sir?” You hissed out, giving a strained smile. The man yawned and stretched, slumping back in his chair with a pleased hum. A vein popped in your temple.

“Sir, did you order anything?” You said calmly despite your hands itching to throw the man out. The customer looked at you as if just realizing you were there and then gave a belly-full laughter.

“Good afternoon to you too, Chara. Nice to finally meet Grillbz’ brat.”

Your eyes widened, shock overtaking the anger. “Excuse me? And how did you know my name?”

The man shrugged, his blue jacket open and showing a white t-shirt underneath it, covering a beer belly. “Grillbz’ is an old friend of mine. Used to serve together.”

“You’re a veteran.” You raised a brow at his nod. “You aren’t at the reunion.”

The man shrugged again, grinning as if without a care in the world. “Not my thing. Only reason I came out of the house was because of my bro. So I came here to check out the place.”

You folded your arms, wary of the man despite his harmless appearance. You knew better than to be fooled by that.

“Here’s some water…” Hood’s sudden intrusion to the conversation made you jolt a bit, feeling a bit proud that you didn’t get as startled as usual.

The man, on the other hand, nearly jumped out of his skin and grabbed Hood’s hand, his head turning to them so you couldn’t see his face.

Hood stiffened and poured the water on the man’s head.

Silence.

You doubled over as laughter rolled out of you. You braced yourself with a hand on the table, trying not to die from laughter when the drenched man turned to you with wide eyes.

The man looked at you for a moment before snorting and cracking up as well, releasing Hood’s hand and rubbing his wet hair sheepishly.

“Sorry, kiddo, I just hate being surprised, that’s all.”

Hood looked at him blankly and he shrugged playfully, extending his hand. “Name’s Sans Serif, pleased to meet'cha.”

The hooded homeless eyed the thick hand for a moment nodding and grabbing it. “Hello…”

Sans eyed them and grinned mischievously. “So… water is your name?”

Did he just?

Yes, he did.

You gave a big snort. “That was bad.”

Sans’ grin widened. “Welp, what can I say. So,” The man turned back to Hood, “you gonna answer? Kind of rude to leave a new friend hanging.”

You raised a brow. “A friend?”

Hood ignored you and nodded. “Frisk… Sorry…”

“Hmmm, don’t talk much, huh? Like Grillbz then.” Sans gave a firm handshake to the smaller hand and released it, ruffling his hair and spraying water everywhere. “You seem like a nice kid, unlike the little brat over there,” He pointed at you.

You bristled, gritting your teeth in extreme annoyance. “You barely know me for five minutes!”

Blue eyes crinkled. “You pinched me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You slept in my diner.”

“Grillbz’s.”

“I’m running the place when he isn’t here. You, on the other hand, don’t run anything.”

“Touché.” The man shrugged and stood up, dusting his clothes and cracking his neck. “Welp, has been a pleasure to meet you, but I’ve got places to be.”

You glared as the man bid goodbye to Hood and walked out of the diner, the bell jingling when it opened and closed.

The two of you stood there for a moment before Hood tilted their head. “So he didn’t want to buy anything at the end?”

You nearly slammed your head on the wall.

“I swear, if you keep bringing your friends to here without telling me, someone will get hurt!” You stated when Grillby returned that evening. The redhead man turned from the car to you and raised a brow in question, Hood taking a big box from his arms and walking back into the diner.

You sighed and rubbed your forehead, feeling a headache developing. “Sans Serif? A veteran buddy? Rings any bells?”

Grillby blinked and nodded. “…Sorry…”

You stared at him and then slumped, never being able to stay angry at Grillby for long. “I just want to know in advance next time, alright?”

Your boss nodded and passed a box to you to carry, your attention shifting to the car’s back where the bottle boxes were.

More than half were gone.

You blinked and saw Hood grab another box and walk inside as if the bottle crate weighed nothing more than a few grams.

You gawked when they returned moments later, seemingly undeterred by the action. You quickly shook your head and quietly helped Hood carry the rest of the boxes in, showing them how to restock the new drink fridge that Grillby wanted to try and see if people liked it.

Which reminded you about the new order you had placed for that juke box Grillby had seen… first time you had seen his eyes sparkle when you think of it.

Hood eyed the bottles intensely, scrutinizing against the labels. You nudged their shoulder and they looked at you.

“What’s wrong?” You gestured to the bottle with your head. “Never seen sprite before?”

Hood shook their head. “Just… water and alcohol…Juice only here…”

You sighed. “Figures, I didn’t see any other drinks on that street as well… Want to try some of those?” You suddenly asked, a plan formulating in your head.

See what reactions Hood would have with gas.

That is going to be fun.

Hood took a moment to consider it, shaking the bottle a bit and seeing the liquid fizzle as a result. Their mouth pursed and the smaller face finally nodded.

“Sounds interesting…”

You grinned and snatched the bottle from their hands. “Great, then we’ll do that when we finish, alright?”

Hood nodded and the two of you went to help Grillby to prepare food for tomorrow and cleaning up the place.

Your body buzzed with excitement.

You managed to rope Grillby into being the drink handler, not wanting to have your attention divided between the drinks and Hood.

The redhead nodded and silently prepared a row of whisky glasses, big enough to have an effect and small enough so that Hood could finish the drink in two gulps.

Said person was sitting on the chair, back in their ‘street’ clothes and seemingly unaffected, but their hands were fumbling inside the pockets even more than usual. You smirked knowingly as you sat across the table, putting your elbows on it and resting you chin on your palms, shrugging when Hood tilted their head at you.

“Ready?” You asked instead and they hesitated, staring at the ready to be filled glasses, and gave a small nod. You grinned in satisfaction and gestured for Grillby to start pouring.

First was regular soda. Hood took the glass and eyed it for a long while before taking a deep breath and sipping at it, a small jolt coming from them at the probably sensation of fizzling bubbles.

You sniggered. “I forget to tell you about the jumpy bubbles.”

They swallowed and set the cup down, slapping a hand over their mouth and nose, a small burp mixed with a sneeze coming from behind it.

You slowly gaped, raising your head as your eyes widened. Then your grin came back as you started laughing, banging your forehead at the table. You shook with laughter, not expecting this kind of development.

��Chara?” Hood sniffled and the sound of rubbing was heard. You raised your eyes to gaze from under the hoodie, seeing the slanted eyes gaze at you in confusion while their lower face was covered by their sleeve. The homeless sniffled again and Grillby gave them a napkin to blow their nose with. Hood nodded and blew their nose, the noise making you crack up again.

Finally, when you calmed down, you grinned at your co-worker. “So how was it?”

“…rotten…”

You snickered at the answer. “Well, how about a sprite then, it’s with lemon in it.”

Hood shrugged, less reluctant this time, and took the next cup, sipping from it and took a moment before wiping their lips – you didn’t comment on how it caught your attention for a second – and shrugging. “Lemony.”

You hummed. “Like it?”

“Strange… but nice.”

“Well, coming up next would be cola, the caramel version of the soda. Is better suited for those with a sweet tooth and a wish for a slow death.” Hood gazed at you and you shrugged. “Comes with being a barista for two years.”

“…Narrator…” Grillby added while filling the next cup and you agreed cheekily.

Hood ducked their head lower, shoulders slightly shaking, and took the cup, hiding their face behind the cup as they sipped it. They lowered the cup and licked their lips, burping once more and covering their face.

“…Sweet.”

You laughed a bit at the action, enjoying the reaction.

“Right?” You urged them. “It’s pretty addicting too, so be careful.”

Hood immediately pushed the cup away and you laughed. “I was just joking, Hood.”

But the other shook their head. “Not funny…”

You blinked in confusion, but then realized that on the streets people are probably addicted to alcohol or drugs. You sighed, some of the lightness fading. “My bad.”

Hood nodded and took a fourth cup from Grillby, this time the cup filled with a yellow fizzling drink.

“That’s XL, energy drink,” You said just as Hood took a sip. The smaller one hesitated at your remark, but then shrugged and finished the cup.

“…Nice.”

You scoffed, disappointed but decided not to comment on it. “So you know juices and I think we covered the carbonated drinks. So I think that’s it? Anything else you wanted to try?”

Hood considered it for a moment but shook their head, answer a bit slower than usual. “Tired…”

“Alright, then,” You stood up and grabbed the cups, “I hope you liked your introduction to the crazy drink house since you’ll be serving a lot of those soon.”

Hood shrugged and joined you, yawning softly and seeming a bit unsteady on their legs. You raised a brow a bit in worry since the other had never shown such extreme signs to exhaustion. “Are you okay there?”

“Yes…” Hood sniffled and nodded, straightening themselves and walking as normal as ever the rest of the way.

You didn’t believe them, but pushed the thought to the back of your head.

Probably just a reaction to the gas.

You waved goodbye to Hood at the entrance and departed for the night, a nagging feeling in your stomach.

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