#froger love

[alittlesilhouettoofaman]

Sleeping Together, an excerpt from Froger Love

Ever since boarding school, Freddie had hated sleeping alone. He'd been sent so far from home, and he missed his baba and mama so much. He didn't fit in at boarding school, something the other boys made abundantly clear, calling him buck tooth or bucky. London was lonely. Lonelier than Freddie had ever imagined, but then he found Brian, Roger, and John.

Queen was doing well, but they needed to think bigger... All four of them were crammed into Roger's dingy van, squabbling about something silly. Well, not that silly. 

 "I don't want to share a room with you!" Brian exclaimed. 

"Why not!" Roger whined. 

 "Mate, you fucking stink, and I'm not staying up till four with you again." Brian glared at Roger. "I'll be sharing a room with John, and that's final." 

"But there's only one bed!" Roger tried to whisper. He just couldn't. "I know you better than Fred. No offense, mate." 

Freddie sighed. "Dears, we've been driving for hours. We're all knackered. Let's stop fighting and get some sleep." Honestly, Freddie was looking forward to sharing a bed with Roger. He was always so warm. Roger went silent as Brian parked the van; his lips slightly puckered. 

They grabbed their stuff, all of them staring up at the dingy hostel they found themselves in front of. 

The paint was peeling off of the walls and half of the sign was missing. 

"Well, isn't this lovely," Brian winced. 

"Maybe it will be better inside?" Freddie considered hopefully. 

"It can't exactly be any worst," John chimed in dryly. 

Unfortunately, they were proven wrong about that. Reluctantly, they checked in, knowing they had little choice given that they'd never been to the city before. 

Roger swallowed thickly as he shut the hotel door behind them. The hair on his arms prickled at the thought of being alone with Freddie. It both terrified and excited him at the same time. "Some hotel, huh?" Roger chuckled awkwardly as he set his suitcase to the side. He suddenly felt so unsure of himself-something which seemed to happen a lot in Freddie's company.

“Oh, this is nothing,” Freddie said, kicking off his go-go boots. “You should’ve seen the hovel we stayed in after we left Zanzibar.” Freddie shimmied out of his tight jeans and plopped onto the bed. He was completely oblivious to Roger’s staring. “I hate when we’re stuck in the van for so long! My legs are sore!” Clad in nothing but a silk shirt, Freddie started jumping on the bed just like a child. He giggled at Roger’s horrified expression. 

“What are you doing?” Roger asked. 

“Flying!” Freddie giggled. “C’mon, get your feet off the ground!”

Roger pursed his lips, fighting a smile at the amusement jumping on the bed seemed to bring to Freddie. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like that. Unable to resist, he kicked off his shoes and made a beeline for the bed…the furniture creaking below their combined weight. “Whoops!” Roger exclaimed as both of them lost their balance, tumbling backward against the bed with a smile. 

“God this feels more ancient than Brian’s old banger of a van outside!” Freddie giggled; his eyes crinkled with mirth. 

It brought a warmth inside of Roger at the noise. It had been so long since he’d felt that same happiness, and it was impossible not to get swept away with Freddie.

"I'm surprised it held up under our weight." Freddie laughed, imagining the ancient bedframe giving way and them ending up even closer to the dirty floor. 

"Don't even joke about that!" Roger looked horrified. 

"Well, I suppose we'll not break the bed then. But that doesn't mean our night of fun has to end." 

"Hmm?" Roger hummed. 

Freddie grinned. "Have you ever gone sock sliding?"

“Sock sliding?” Roger frowned. Growing up, he’d not had many sleepovers with friends, so most childhood games were lost on him. “What’s that when it’s at home?” 

“You’ve never heard of sock sliding?” Freddie asked in indignation. “Oh sweetie, you haven’t lived. Let me show you how it’s done.” 

Roger watched Freddie carefully bound up from the bed, delicate and noiseless as a cat. All of his worries about sharing a room and a bed with Freddie had disappeared, and the two of them were back to being their usual silly selves together. It was just the distraction Roger needed.

Grabbing Roger's hand, Freddie pulled him into the hallway. "Now, it's important, we're wearing socks, otherwise it won't work, and this hostel's perfect because it's not carpeted. All we need now is a running start!" Freddie ran and slid down the hallways. Laughing like a little kid, he hollered, "C'mon, Rog, your turn!" 

Roger watched him, lips pursed in amusement. But he figured he could use the distraction. “Oh, what the hell.” Roger followed his lead, stepping backward and sliding himself forward along the wooden floor. He slipped, falling to the ground with a giggle. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this free.

Freddie jumped on top of Roger.  They both shook with laughter. 

“Shhh!” Someone from a different room hushed. 

Freddie and Roger giggled. 

A door opened and Brian poked his head out, “Quiet down!” Roger and Freddie roared with laughter.

Roger had never felt as free and giddy. All of his anxieties about being with Freddie disappeared, and it was like he couldn't stop laughing. "Oops," Roger gasped out between more giggles. "I think we've just been told off." 

"I'll make it up to him tomorrow." 

Roger blinked, partly taken back by the beautiful image of Freddie on top of him, a cheeky grin on his face, and his dark, shiny hair falling across his slight shoulders. He'd never noticed just how full and soft Freddie's lips seemed. In fact, they looked inviting.

As their laughter died down, Freddie could feel just how close he was to Roger. “I-I suppose we should get some sleep?” Roger doesn’t like men, Freddie tried to remind himself. He’s my best friend. That’s all.

Roger swallowed thickly, his gaze drawn to the curve of Freddie's lips. It would be so easy to lean forwards and kiss him, cover his smile with his own, but then...what would happen after that? He was no good at relationships. His last one proved that. The thought of losing Freddie for good made his heart clench in his chest. "I guess so," Roger said reluctantly, though he couldn't seem to make his body follow that command. Instead, he remained where he was, his arm sliding round Freddie's slim waist. God, this feels so right, Roger thought to himself wistfully.

Freddie sighed. He had never been able to love anyone halfheartedly. He loved Roger as a friend, of course, he loved him as more. But Roger didn’t know how to love right or how to love right in return. He always came to Freddie for advice, but what could Freddie say?

Roger felt his cheeks burn as Freddie slowly detangled himself from his embrace, his gaze towards the floor. A pang of panic shot through Roger at the thought of him already messing up the fragile bond between him and Freddie. He ran a hand through his hair, painfully aware just how aroused he had already gotten at their closeness. Freddie's lithe body pressed against his had felt too good to ignore... Roger shivered, his mouth dry at the prospect of how electric that first kiss might had been. But alas, Freddie would never feel the same way. And he liked him too much as a friend to lose him. "Beer?" It was the only thing Roger could think of to say. Lord knew, he could do with a drink.

Freddie snorted. "I suppose we'll both be smashed anyways. Who needs sleep anyway?" Freddie considered himself a night owl. He was always restless, but there was something about the darkness that made his thoughts bubble up like a lava lamp. "I think there's a bar downstairs." A bit of numbness would do him good because then he wouldn't care so damn much. 

Roger nodded, looking away until he didn’t quite feel so flushed. He was already slightly tipsy but the ability to his numb his thoughts and feelings further was a very tempting offer. “Let’s go.” Roger lead the way, striding down the hallway with a determined spring in his step. His heart was still racing and his body still felt all tingly from their near kiss. He couldn’t get the image out of his head—the two of them entwined. How good it would feel. He shivered, clearing his throat and desperately searching for a distraction of some kind. 

Freddie followed after Roger, trying to clear his thoughts of Roger's tight pants, or how his shirt didn't quite cover his toned back. Freddie shook his head. He stared at the colorful carpet instead, but it gave him the heebie-jeebies because it looked like the carpet from The Shining. Finally, they arrived at the dark bar. It was well into the morning and past the time for parties, so it was quite empty. Freddie hurried and ordered vodka. "Here's to us, I suppose," Freddie toasted, trying not to stare at Roger for too long. But it was impossible, wasn't it? Roger was a creature of sunlight and morning dew; he simply shone too brightly to ignore.

Roger smiled, his eyes lingering on the curve of Freddie's lips as he made a toast. He clinked his glass against his, holding his gaze as he took a sip. "To us." The burn of vodka against Roger's throat was delicious. It was just the distraction he needed.

“To us,” Freddie echoed. Friendship is better than nothing. Roger had a strange look in his eyes. But Freddie didn’t question it. He wondered how Roger saw him because when he looked in the mirror he didn’t see anything special. Just a boy who was too wild and reckless…

“So,” Roger cleared his throat, searching for a conversation starter. “How do you reckon this tour will go?” They all knew it was make or break. It was just another thing that was playing on Roger’s mind.

Freddie didn’t know. He wanted to say that of course, the tour would go fabulous. But the truth was, he didn’t know. “I’ll sing my heart out. You’ll drum your arms off. Brian will bore us all to death, but he’ll play his guitar strings off. And Deaky, well, he’ll keep us grounded. But his legs might fall off with that funky dance of his.”

Roger chuckled in fond agreement. John had only been with them for a few months, but he’d already fit in with them so well. They were a band but first and foremost, it already felt like a family. That was exactly why these newfound feelings for Freddie made things so much more complicated, he thought, his gaze lingering on Freddie’s lips a fraction too long as he went to take a sip of his drink. Freddie arched one eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. “What?” “What?” “You’re staring.” “No, I’m not,” Roger insisted, cringing internally for having got caught as he reluctantly tore his gaze away and sipped his own drink. He should have been more upset given he’d only just broken up with his girlfriend. But he’d known it was the right thing to do. They barely saw each other now that the band was taking off. And if Roger was truly being honest with himself, he’d been having more and more fantasies about a certain beautiful and exotic lead singer for quite some time. Now they were sharing a bed for the whole night-and all Roger could think was how much he was dying to kiss him. Consequences be damned. 

“I suppose we should at least try to get some sleep,” Freddie said softly. He doubted he would be able to sleep so closely beside Roger. But he couldn’t take Roger’s staring anymore. Roger was looking at him like bees and flowers…

“Err…yeah, I guess you’re right,” Roger reluctantly agreed, downing the rest of his drink and forcing his gaze away. He felt flushed with embarrassment and desire. He knew he could be a lot—he’d been told as much by almost everyone he’d ever met throughout the whole of his life. When he liked someone, he was all in. But it was different this time. It was Freddie. He would have to tread carefully. For starters, he wasn’t even convinced the feelings were mutual. Secondly, the band was too important to mess this up. And thirdly, if he managed to chase Freddie away…Brian would kill him. But the thought of spending a whole night so painfully close to Freddie was in the forefront of Roger’s mind. “Apologies in advance if I snore,” Roger tried to joke as they walked slowly back up to their room. “My sister always reckoned I’m louder than a trombone.” March 28, 2023

Freddie giggled. “I’m a bit of a bed hog.” Most of his lovers hated how clingy he was in his sleep. But his whole life he’d just wanted to be close to someone. Freddie was unsteady on his feet as he followed Roger back to their room. He wasn’t sure if Roger was talking. He couldn’t hear anything over the drumbeat of his heart.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Roger admitted, looking back at Freddie with a smile, which quickly disappeared from his face when he saw how pale Freddie had suddenly turned. “Freddie?! A-are you okay?” He raced to his side, putting a hand against his back and trying to gauge what was wrong. March 30, 2023

Freddie shivered against Roger's touch. "F-Fine, darling, just floated away for a moment." Roger frowned. But Freddie didn't want to explain. He lay beside Roger, staring at how his golden hair almost looked silver in the dark. He thought Roger was sleeping, so he whispered, "You deserve someone who loves you. You give yourself to all of these girls, but none of them love you, not really. And I'd give anything to love you... but I can't because no one's ever loved me either."

Roger remained still, attempting to get his head around what he’d just heard. He’d been on the cusp of sleeping when Freddie began to speak. He rolled over, catching the way Freddie’s eyelashes were fluttering softly. He put his hand on his waist and moved himself closer. “You deserved to be loved too,” Roger whispered ardently. “You’re perfect just the way you are. I just wish you could see that too.”

Startled, Freddie was terrified that Roger had overheard his heart's greatest secret. He couldn't even process Roger's words... And Roger, knowing Freddie better than anyone else, pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. "We both deserve love," he whispered. "And I think we've been fools not realizing how much we love each other." Freddie blinked back tears, drowning in the ocean of their kiss...

[notsquid]

So…. Pressure… I love it (I remember about requests)

[haleysdoormat]

Boo! Sebastian jumpscare after not posting for a bit!

[freddie-mercuryy]

FREDDIE MERCURY and ROGER TAYLOR in One Vision (1985)

[greekgeek24]

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[freddie-mercury-rising]

This kills me. No personal space. The best of friends. Just synergy for DAYS.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ooo you’re doing Pressure!!

May I request an artist reader who, throughout the journey found some paper, pencil and made a little makeshift sketchbook and when later bought Sebastian’s document decided to try and draw him? Like maybe both when human and current (and maybe the monsters)? 

Perhaps he saw them sketching, got curious and decided to look through it when reader left it somewhere or just straight up snatched it and held it out of their reach and sees those sketches of him. Could be hurt/comfort or angst/fluff.

Of course you’re free to change any of the details but please keep it platonic TwT

Aw love this idea! And it works considering all the paper and notebooks in the drawers of the blacksite.

............

"Great, [y/n]. One moment, you're doing some harmless graffiti on a brick wall nobody cares about. And the next, you're risking your life for a stupid crystal in hopes you'll get a federal pardon.."

Sighing, you held onto the overhead handles within the sleek black submarine, feeling it shake and rumble as it breached the water's surface. And after hearing the chime, the door hissed and opened up, the platform extending out onto the dock of a place already familiar to you: Hadal Blacksite.

'No place like home..' As you stepped out of the submarine, you could hear HQ over the PDA system informing you of your objective in reaching the crystal and collecting any "loose assets" you find along the way...

As if you needed any reminders of what you were doing here.

Immediately, you unlocked the first door with the keycard and began your journey to room 100. Along the way, you found a good handful of research data. Nothing too special aside from folders, USB drives, and a couple blue DNA vials.

Then after narrowly dodging the Angler in one area and avoiding Eyefestation's gaze in the next, you reached a room requiring yet another keycard to exit. You checked the nearby office cubicle, finding it in the first drawer you opened.

But that isn't what made your eyes light up. Rather, it's what was right next to the card that did:

A brand new pencil to go with the sketchbook you've been carrying with you.

Because you weren't given the luxury of doodling while sitting in jail for over 90 days, you felt your creativity flames being snuffed out, leaving you itching to draw something again.

Before all of this, you had a decent following on social media with your art skills, and you could imagine that they're worried sick over your sudden absence. But you hoped that, if you survive and succeed in this mission, you'll be able to come back and reassure them that you're very much alive.

And perhaps show them what Urbanshade has been hiding from the public...that is to say the sea monsters that have taken up residence in the Blacksite since its lockdown, freely roaming and haunting nearly every room you step into.

With the makeshift sketchbook you had (and somehow kept even after death), you've filled its pages with simple and detailed sketches of each creature you encountered.

But you doubt that they would let you leave with physical evidence of entities nobody else in the world should know about...unless you somehow convinced the guards that they were "original characters" that so-happened to look like them, but you had a feeling that excuse wouldn't fly.

Regardless, they've given you tons of artistic inspiration, despite your many close-calls with them in pursuit of studying their features from afar.

Thanks to the files Sebastian Solace has shown you, you've learned how to safely observe the Angler from a distance and better remember their details. They were merely a grotesque face surrounded by smoke, so you didn't have to worry about drawing any limbs or tails (assuming they had those).

You encountered their variants so many times that you could recall the little things that made each them unique--like how Pinkie had four pupils, how Blitz was missing pupils in one socket completely, how Froger was..well..a big frog with lots of needle-shaped teeth, and Chainsmoker was a sluggish blobfish through all that smoke.

Making eye contact with Pandemonium was a death sentence..as you've already learned after trying (and failing) to safely observe him through a glass window. So you draw him as you see him in his file.

The Squiddles' "intimidating" faces were scary in the dark when you least expected them, but they served as amazing inspiration. You even had a page full of what faces you'd think they make up to frighten others. It's too bad you couldn't show them, however, as that required you getting in their personal space.

Eyefestation, Good People, and the Wall Dwellers were quite..risky to observe, as they had ways of quickly and painfully sending you back to square one if you weren't careful. Even so, you made some pretty damn good sketches..and you wish you could show them off to them, too, especially to the shark who'd probably appreciate a human's drawing of herself.

Even the DiVine, who were always frozen in poses for some reason, joined your ever-growing list of muses. The oxygen gardens were a nice place for you to rest and appreciate the flora for a few moments--before an Angler came along, of course.

Then there was Sebastian.

While he was fully aware of your artistic passions, in the beginning he seemed a bit annoyed whenever you came into his shop just to sketch.....or if you took an unusually long time to reach him. He just assumes you've stopped to "doodle" and wonders if you really care about getting out of this place alive.

He'd remind you that HQ could get suspicious if you're off their radar for too long, but you've stayed in his shop for 10-20 minutes at a time and not once did your diving gear beep. So you reassured him not to fret.

It was kinda sweet that he worried over you, an expendable, although maybe that's because you actually treat him with decency..and don't take his snarky comments to heart whenever you died.

Aside from the occasional eyeroll whenever you brought out your sketchbook, he did inquire about some of the things you've drawn, and you'd show him, bearing a little pride in your work.

All you'd get in response was a "neato" or "wowie, that's how you see them?" and nothing more.

It wasn't insulting, so...you'll take that.

Obviously he was more concerned about how much research data you were willing to fork over in exchange for supplies, and how far that equipment will carry you before your next demise. So you'd eventually close the book and barter with him for whatever wares were on his tail.

Unbeknownst to him, you've actually started sketching him as of late. Now that you've met him dozens of times, it was easy for you to recall his features without needing to stare at him for reference every five seconds.

That would not only be rude, but very creepy.

Then one day, you showed up to Sebastian's shop with enough data to be able to afford his document, which described him as Z-13, "The Saboteur" who the company wanted "dead on sight" if he was spotted or trying to escape.

When you had time to read the file on your own, you learned some..pretty shocking things about how he caused the lockdown, went through torturous experiments, and was falsely accused of nine murders and was proven innocent far too late.

The most upsetting part was that he was never informed of this.

He learned that after presumably stealing his own document.

It made you feel sick to your stomach, knowing he's the reason you're being terrorized by those beasts, but you couldn't find it in your heart to be angry at him.

If anything you were angry at Urbanshade for their "guilty until proven innocent" system--or in his case, being proven innocent didn't matter.

His human mugshot was also included in the file, and even with the black censor bar covering his eyes, he still looked like quite a handsome fellow. You could make out some details, and ended up drawing him on a separate page, too, although part of you wishes you never started.

You doubt he would kill you or rip apart your book for drawing him, but considering how volatile and rude he could be at a moment's notice..you did your best to conceal the sketches when you visited his shop.

You didn't want him to be offended or reminded of his past..and make him resent the one person who he almost considered a genuine friend.

Unfortunately, you'd soon come to realize that your actions were only heightening his suspicions.

And that it was going to come to a head next time you entered his shop.

...............

"Okay, I'm going to bite...what're you really hiding in that little book?"

"Pardon?" Pausing mid-sketch, you looked up at Sebastian, wondering why he appeared so disgruntled. "I'm..uh...just doodling like I always-"

"No, don't give me that "like always" crap." He huffed, flicking the end of his tail as he crossed his two arms over his chest, staring down at you. "Last time, you couldn't stop showing me a stupid face you'd think one of those S-Qs would make...and now you won't even let me have a sneak peak of your next "masterpiece"." He spat the last word, voice dripping with disdain. "Are you really drawing something...or are you secretly writing intel to give to Urbanshade?"

"...wha.." You blinked in disbelief, wondering where he'd get that assumption from. "Why would I ever do that?"

"Oh I dunno, maaaybe because you have access to my file and know my location? I bet you're gonna sell me out to those scumbags once you reach the crystal." He gnashed his teeth. "Did they say you'd get extra cash for leaving tips on my whereabouts, huh?"

"Sebastian, there's no reason for this hostility. I'm not giving any intel to anyone-"

"Then you wouldn't mind me taking a look at this, would you? Yyyyyyoink!" His third arm was quick to snatch your sketchbook away, holding it out of your reach as you jumped up in panic.

You were already dreading his reaction.

This could very well be the end for you.

"Please give that back! You'll tear it!"

"You look frightened. So maybe I should, considering you're writing secrets about.....about...." But as Sebastian finally looked at the page, all he saw were sketches of his current self, and you began to see a shift in his expression.

It went from pure anger, to surprise and confusion, and then to....something unreadable.

"These are...all of me?" His voice became quieter as he flipped the page, only for his breath to hitch upon finding the drawings of his human form.

And for once, he was completely speechless.

The details were immaculate, everything from his hair style to the scar he used to have across his face--given to him from an angry cellmate who thought he really did kill those people and tried giving him a "taste of his own medicine".

But the way you made him look was...incredible.

That's him.

That's really him.

The man--the human--he was before...

Before...

"Yes." Your face was burning with embarrassment, and your heart was pounding with fear of both death and ridicule, now knowing that your fate laid in his hands now. "I-I'm sorry. I should've asked for your permission and I know the details aren't perfect but you didn't let me........huh?"

Ceasing your ramblings, you noticed the tears welling in his eyes, and you were stunned. Then his shaking hands closed the sketchbook and returned it to you. "Um..are you okay? I'm really sorry if-"

"I...a-almost forgot what I looked like before all of this.." He raised a claw to wipe at his watery eyes, sniffling. "They're...good drawings, friend. I'm sorry..I...I-I didn't mean to..." His voice cracked, and he forced himself to stop, bringing his hands to his face. "Why am I crying over something like..t-this..?"

He hated looking so weak in front of you, yet he couldn't help the tears that kept slipping down his cheeks. A certain sadness was weighing heavily on his heart, yet at the same time he felt...honored that you wanted to draw him, putting your heart and soul into every sketch--with him getting the most effort.

You didn't overexaggerate him as the hideous beast he and everyone else was convinced he was, but just him as, well, himself. His smiles when he realizes it's you coming through the vent again, his cheeky grins when you buy up all his supplies, and even the one time he pouted when you died to Pandemonium because you risked it all trying to draw the moldy fish-creature.

The human ones, as you could tell from the way he broke down, especially hit home for him. Just from a mugshot alone, you were able to create a near-accurate depiction of him.

It made him wonder if you two have met before any of this happened.

Sebastian sniffled, struggling to stop the tears and expecting you to make fun of him as he finally uncovered his face. But instead he saw you standing there with your arms opened up. "I feel like you could use one of these. It's okay. I know you miss being human."

".........."

"C'mon, big guy. My arms are kinda hurting--oh!"

Without warning, he accepted your embrace and squeezed you tightly in his hold. Of course he was careful not to crush your diving tanks, and you smiled in appreciation and patted his back. "It's okay, it's alright..I got you. I didn't mean to make you cry."

He sniffled a few times, but otherwise said nothing and tried making sure you weren't supporting all of his upper body weight.

Curse his size. He wishes he could experience a normal hug again.

This one will do, though.

"I-It's...it's fine. Don't worry.." He finally spoke after a few moments, calming down. "As long as you don't tell anyone about this."

"I'll take it to my grave." You chuckled, letting go and stepping away so he could straighten his back out. While he did that, you gently tore a few pages from your book, to which he blinked in confusion.

"What are you doing with-?"

"Keep them." You insisted. "In case this sketchbook falls into a pit or gets waterlogged, I want you to hold onto these. Besides, I can tell you appreciate them a lot. So...consider it a gift."

"Why..thank you." A smile appeared on his face as he took the pages carefully. "Rest assured, they'll be safe and sound." He gazed at them both one more time, feeling a tug on his heart.

But it wasn't as heavy as before.

After neatly folding and stowing them away into his pockets, he saw you already sitting in one of the chairs, your sketchbook opened to a brand new blank page.

"Sooooooo what are you going to draw this time?" He tilted his head, ear fins twitching with curiosity.

"Hm...I did see a vision of a white glowing man a few rooms back. I think he was from...the Mindscape? There was a file talking about him and some floating gears and a white ball."

"Ohh yeah, he's an interesting guy. I'd love to see your interpretation of him." Now Sebastian was 100% invested, as he curled his tail around himself, resting his upper body on it so he could see your book better. "But y'know you won't be able to leave this place with sketches of-"

"I'm well aware of that...I could always change a few things and turn them into OCs."

"Hah. You should."

"Maybe I will." You snickered, grateful that you didn't have anything to fear.

At least somebody in the Blacksite appreciated your art.

[punmasterbaku]

Welcome to ME DRABBLING ABOUT A NEW AU IDEA "UnderPressure"

As the name states, this will be a crossover of Undertale and Pressure. With playing through the game a few times and reading documents, I thought to come up with this idea before anyone hopefully. This au in particular goes moreso through the pressure story set up but with small twists of my own.

That being Sebastian will still be there to help out and give advice. However its more my version of Sebastian / theories I personally have on the character alone.

With that being said let me give a small hint of the characters...

Crossovers:

Nightmare = Void Mass [ Appearance of half his corrupted self and other more voided mass of tentacles. Dark turquoise instead of purple to fit his negative energy]

Ink = Squiddle [ Has a squid like body covered in ink and dripping paint from his eye sockets. The expressions being different colours when flashed or close by]

Killer = Anglerfish [ Different stages of his soul represent the different variant of Anglerfish that are within the game. A light on his head and black streaks down his face. Gills can be seen on his neck and small scales across his bones. Stage 1. Angler with White Light | Stage 2. Blitz , Fast and hyper with a Blue Light and slowly developing tar like tears | Stage 3. Froger, very fast and more aggressive, has a light brown bulb with more hate pouring out his eyes and can rebound back and forth a few times before leaving. | Stage 4. Mutli-Monster, The highest stage and extremely aggressive, WILL INSTANT KILL and leave 5 seconds to hide. Light shines a DARK RED, hate pouring from eyes and mouth also is very fast. This stage is rare to see...]

Dust = Wall-Dweller [ A sneaky and silent individual who creeps behind the mains. He is seen with no arms, face covered with a metal like plate and hoodie covering most of his body. His back when exposed reveals the many holes and smoky texture as a side effect of the mutation.

Error = p.AI.nter [ Takes form of a computer like AI that has complete control over the Blacksite networks, CCTV footage and other machines including the Turrets. His proper appearance can be seen of him floating with a computer like head when interacting with the main characters trying to help ]

Swap = GoodPeople [ Deranged and mangle of bones kinda like an Amalgamates. Some bones melting into the floor and walls around them like a spider thread. He has a small mask over his face to cover the melting appearance he possesses after the experimentation]

Horror = Eyefestation [ Due to the mutation, his height spikes larger and more creepy with eyes scattering his body and inside the crack he wields on his head. The original eyes, having either completely disappeared or one with the crack. Who knows which one is his real one ]

Cross and Dream as the Protagonists of this AU, being the ones who are running through the facility.

THATS ALL FN, if you are looking forward to learning more feel free to ask and will eventually update more about this au once more has been written. Its a small project but love to see who else is interested.

PS: if you are wanting to join in with ideas feel free to let me know or even come up with designs, just tag me and will have a look for myself TEHE.

[newts-and-sharks]

Blitz the Viperfish has joined the Gang

Pinkie the beloved from the hit Roblox game Pressure

[frogerlove]

Froger Love

Froger Love is for “the misfits who feel as if they don’t belong.” 

Our Discord server is a safe place for roleplayers, readers, writers, and artists who love Queen. We welcome fans of other bands from the 70s and 80s as well. 

Because most of us have faced toxicity and hate in the Queen fandom, we do not tolerate hate, bullying, or inappropriate behavior. We believe that fandom is for fun and love. Love should never be destroyed with hate.

We are also very careful with who we allow to join our server which is why you will have to fill out our questionnaire before we invite you. After you fill out the questionnaire, you may be invited to the server where you’ll audition for the character(s) you want. Don’t be intimidated by this process: it’s for our safety and yours. <3

If you’re interested in joining our Discord server, fill out our questionnaire: https://forms.gle/kVtfoWLAZHzV5YAH7.

[alittlesilhouettoofaman]

Thank you so much @sunnymeddows! I honestly couldn't have done this one without you <3 And a big thanks to coffeeowl for the wonderful reference! <3

[sleeping-goose]

I made some frogers I love them so much I need to make like 100 of them

[blood-n-candy]

I PROMISED Y'ALL THE HUMAN ANGLER AND VARIANTS, AND HERE THEY ARE!!!

I will share some headcanons later, for now here are the designs and the pronouns :P

Pinkie (She/Her) | Angler (He/She)

Froger (They/She) | Blitz (He/They/It/Xe/Dash)

Chainsmoker (He/Fin/Tide/Kelp)

I love them so much I can't stay mad at them if they get me in game😭😭😭😭😭😭

[dreamcloud12]

If there was a high school au about roblox pressure (part 1)

what if there was a high school au of roblox pressure

and I know on which entity or character could be each of these school roles ;)

1# Pandemonuim could be the bully/ Jock

reason: in the game pressure you hide in a locker then pandemonium will try to force you out the locker to kill you but in this au he'll sneak up on his target and shove them in the locker and his personality in the actual game is similar to a bully

2# Angler could be the nerd

reason: IDFK I just came upon @eliscz 's amazing pressure post and I saw on how she designed Angler and I was thinking either he can be a librarian or a nerd I picked nerd but he's also a nerd that loves to go to the library

3# Pinkie could be the material girl/ cheerleader/ mean ass bitch

reason: since she's pink or purple she can be the bitch of the high school au she literally looks like she puts on fake ass velociraptor lookin ah nails to scratch the fuck outta people's faces, looks like she can put on fake eyelashes so long where the point if she starts blinking fast she's gonna start flying and become the next dumbo

4# Froger could be the regular girl and the school athlete

reason: she has frog dna frogs can jump super high and frogs are kinda chill creatures so are kids with no school role

5# Blitz could be the quiet kid

reason: ...

ok finally you reached the staff/ teachers part but I will just make a part 2 so stay tuned ;)

[the--saboteur]

OOC :: So real admin. BRO I WAS PLAYING PRESSURE AND I GOT TO THE CRYSTAL AN DI DIED TO PINKIE AND THEN I RVIVED AND THEN DIED TO FROGER.

— Sun

// ooc

BRUTAL. I just soft locked myself right before first searchlight encounter 😭 at least I saw Sebastian I love my sashimi wife - 🐾