#i remember the first time i fought asriel

[basilthymee]

Hopes and dreams + SAVE the world will never cease to be one of the best video game songs composed of all time

[creativeinfinite13]

Why Chara Undertale is a Muse of Time

From the dawn of 2009, it has been the Homestuck's duty to assign characters from different media a title from their RPG-inspired typology system. Although it is full of holes, has little cannon info, and can be interpreted in so many ways it is honestly pointless to argue about which character is which Classpect, it is my duty as not only a Homestuck, but as a Tumblr blogger to assert that my interpretation is right and that everyone else is wrong.

So here is why Chara is so obviously a Muse of Time, it is actually atextual to suggest any other classpect.

First of all, Toby Fox is a Homestuck fan. He read the comic, he wrote a comic, and he made music for the comic. Therefore, it is not unthinkable that we can look to Chara's design, and dialogue, for clues for their classpect.

Chara was inspired by the Cherubs. The red cheeks, their Al-like speech patterns, their green shirt, their focus on absolutes, the way they were briefly a part of an entity that fought with itself, they have a sibling relationship with someone who is very much their opposite (at least at the time,) it is all very much Cherub inspired. This will be important later.

Secondly, let's look at their ideology. Aspect is the themes that follow you, which informs how you see the world. Chara is very much focused on power. They want all of it they can have. They define themselves by it, and the chase for it. They are noted to be very efficient and particular in how they pour their water, and it is not a stretch to say they keep these traits are probably a key part of their personality. Additionally, they are surrounded by death. They die, cause the death of another, and are only encountered in the route where you kill everyone. You only see them in sepia-toned flashbacks of the past otherwise, or if you believe in the NarraChara theory, narrating the present, using their words to define how we experience Undertale in the moment. Yeah, this is a Time-bound character no doubt.

Thirdly, let's talk about their role in the story. This is what defines their class, and is the tricker part of classpecting. Chara is defined by absence. The fact that their name is actually their name, not Frisk's, is the twist at one of the ends of the game. They are only vaguely alluded to by those that know them, and they don't have a voice bite. We only encounter them in a route where they are pushed so far we don't know if their personality is what we see, and it's at the end of the hardest route too. It would be easier to say Chara is a complete non-character, except...they are the reason the game happens. Their choices indirectly lead to Asgore causing the war, which directly impacts every character in the game. They impact Asriel so much that he is only saved when reminded of them. In fact, much of Asriels/Flowey's actions are defined by Chara's impact on them, and Undertale as a story would have to be completely rewritten without them. Hell, if you believe in NarraChara, they are the narrator. Imagine playing Undertale without the iconic narration! This is all a dead ringer for the Muse class. They are the indirect, most passive, almost absent character that ends up impacting absolutely everything.

Chara is a Muse of Time, baby.

(Oh, and about that cherub stuff? The only two Classpects of the Cherubs we know are the Lord of Time and the Muse of Space. The Lord has iconic red cheeks, and the Muse becomes the Narrator in half of the epilogues. Checkmate, atheists!)

If you read all of this, I just want to thank you for your time. I love this place, and I am glad to finally be here and maybe make some friends on this cursed webbed site. Just remember: I am always right, even in subjective matters. Bye!!!!!!!! <3

[ladyorlandodream]

unnecessary comment on His Dark Materials season 3 (still have to watch the last episode) contains spoilers if you haven't seen everything yet so I found this season too much accelerated, I felt like there were a lot of cuts and things not explained I found the first two seasons to be really better I understand very well that filming the whole third book in just a few episodes is really complicated (and I should re-read the trilogy again), but I feel that there are some logical links missing between some parts, like deleted scenes Baruch barely appears, you don't have time to know him before they kill him in the Land of the Dead I remember Lee fighting against Specters and that not all the dead people passed over to the other side…some fought with Asriel (or am I remembering wrong?) the birth of the Authority is not worthily explained…Lyra and Will destroy the cage that contains him, but until then It is not told that Metraton took him as a hostage. So we see this elderly angel die as if nothing had happened The death of Ruta without a minimum of pathos from people Lyra's parting scene with Pan...I remember terribly poignant in the book, excruciating pain, and Daphne, I'm sorry to say, this season she doesn't seem to show much emotion while in the first two seasons I found her fantastic in the role I hoped for more scenes between Mary and Atal (I loved the Mulefa story in the book) good points: Iorek always remains my favorite and the final scene between Asriel, Marisa and the Metraton…that's how I imagined it in the book and it was done even better in the TV series. I cried. It was on point. perfect.

(going to watch the finale)

[cyberfell-redux]

General Character Lore Part 3:

Frisk leaned against the railing of the balcony, looking over the cityscape of the New Ebott uppers. A labyrinth of whites, greys, and assorted neons, filled with glittering billboard and advertisements for anything you could dream of. Above, transits drift peacefully through the air, and from here you almost couldn't see the twisting alleys of the lowers at all.

The sun had set hours ago, but the hum of the city never fades. Their gaze was distant, lost to the sights and sounds of the clean and clear city below. Though they had lived as part of the Dreemur family for decades, their appearance would not have betrayed how much time had passed. While Asriel had time spent as a flower to thank for hitting the pause button on aging at first, Frisk's was a more interesting case.

Monster's don't age until after they bond, unless they otherwise decide to. That is not a luxury afforded to humans, but how often did Frisk go about things to "normal human" way? Breaking the barrier required an absurd amount of magic, from both human and monster souls, and evidently some of it was sticky. Sticky enough that in the decades that passed they aged the same as the monster prince, hardly a day passed 25, even as the world around them changed dramatically.

Things had started out well enough, as they so often do. The monsters had welcomed Frisk with open arms, and together they had succeed in forging a new age of peace between humans and monsters. It wasn't kill or be killed anymore, and it never would be again if they could help it. Even so, as time continued to roll by, rumors began to spread about the technology so freely shared to benefit all. Indeed, the same technology Frisk had urged the Royal Science Commission to share had been twisted and misused in nearly every way possible. The peace they had fought so hard for slipped through their fingers like grains of sand, falling to the greed and corruption seeping from every crevice of humanity.

Despite it all, Frisk found comfort in the resilience of monsterkind and the enduring optimism of the Dreemur family.

Stepping back inside, the living room of the esteemed Dreemur household a surprising oasis away from neon tech. Instead it was filled with the warmth of a real fireplace, maybe one of the only one's in New Ebott, a comfortable tan couch covered in thick quilts. A rocking chair, occupied by Toriel, sat off to the corner, next to a small nook of craft supplies, while Asriel, upside down, hung off of the love seat to the left.

"Finished counting transports?" Asriel's voice called out lazily, not moving from his perch.

"Don't tell me you were waiting on me." Frisk replied, their voice carrying just a hint of sarcasm. Sighing, Frisk continued "Sometimes it just feels like the world has moved on, and we're just standing still watching it go by."

That seemed to get Toriel's attention, as she turned to set her project on the side table. "While it is natural to feel that way, dear, remember that change is not always a negative force. Though ambition often clouds the heart, there remains a flicker of hope.”

Frisk and Asriel both nodded, taking in the comfort in Toriel’s words. Though time had tempered their idealism with a hint of realism, but they had never lost their belief that a better future was possible. That monsters deserved better. That humans deserved better. Though both species had a bad run recently, they saw the potential for redemption.

“I just wish we could do more, the whole world feels out of reach sometimes, like not matter what we do we’re only making a tiny dent in a much larger machine.”

Asriel’s sat up a little from where he hung, trying to look as serious as one can while dangling from a couch. “We’ve just been observers. Our actions, our choices, even the little ones—they ripple through time, though we cannot always see the end result.”

Toriel smiled, her eyes holding pride and love for her children. “Exactly. And as long as we hold onto that belief, there is always hope for a brighter future.”

As she spoke, Frisk joined them, taking a seat beside Asriel and narrowly resisting the urge to push him back over the edge of the chair. Outside, the city continued its relentless hum, but within the Dreemur household, at least for today, there was warmth and love.

Despite everything, they were not relics of the past but active participants in shaping a more compassionate tomorrow, one small act at a time.

Frisk Dreemur

On the record, Frisk continues to hold their position as human ambassador for monsterkind. Off the record, and away from prying eyes, Frisk works with the monsters at NeuroSynth Innovators trying to find ways to undo what humanity did with the technology they advocated for sharing.

This has several meanings, but the most interesting, and least legal, of these involves a heavy measure of corporate espionage and using their access to dig up dirt on New Ebott's major players.

To do so, they have a handful of cybernetic tools at their disposal - the most recent addition a set of eye implants that help them record the world around them in normal vision, UV, thermal, and allows them to see the flow of ambient magic.

With cutting edge gadgets and a penchant for getting into and out of trouble, Frisk has been the number one player in gathering intel on the next tech that needs dismantling. Even so, you can win the battle and lose the war; that is especially true in wars of attrition such as this.

Knowing this, they are always on the lookout for ways to patch the divide between human and monster. Bridging that gap is the first step to ending the chokehold these corps have on the world at large. Determined as Frisk is to make this right, the question that remains is how.

Asriel Dreemur

Often found in the same boat as Frisk, Asriel, as heir to the royal family, plays his role as a socialite to a T. Often found lounging with the best of them, Asriel is known for a gentle disposition that you don't want to break.

While he does try to help with Alphys' plans when asked, they do still avoid each other when they can. He's not mad at her for what happened, he's come to terms with it and if she hadn't have done what she did he wouldn't be alive after all. Even so, things are awkward; how do you make small talk with the chick who recreated your soul? What do you even say at that point?

Her reclusiveness doesn't help with rebuilding that relationship, but they remain amicable. The same is true for most other monsters but they are not aware of their past... relationships. He knows its wrong, and he should be trying to make friends, but what do you say to the monsters who killed you over, and over, and over, and over, more timelines than even he can count? That's the other reason he hangs around human lounges, at least there's no history there he has to pretend to not remember.

While Frisk has remained as much of a pacifist as one can be in times like these, Asriel has been forced into situations where mercy is no longer an option. Frisk's position makes them nearly invisible to most of the corrupt groups in New Ebott, Asriel's status has done the opposite. No one really believes that Frisk has leverage over monsterkind (an incorrect assumption but no one would admit that) but everyone knows the monsters love their heir fiercely.

Really though, this works well enough for Asriel. It gives him the freedom to do what he wants, while allowing him to continue to protect his family the best he can.

[compassion-of-a-lightner]

I guess I'm sleep deprived enough having not slept for 4 days to make a post about this.

People who entirely write off Asgore as a character worth caring about in any respect, what's up?

I should clarify.

This is not directed to people who fully consider his story in UT, or the implications in DR and come out of it going "I don't forgive him and therefore don't like him"

It's more to the weirdly hostile voices I see that are just like, entirely dismissive of his story and just go "Haha, he sucks. Definitely no nuance here! Just shitty! Every other character is worth the world and Asgore is a piece of shit forever and should die lmao" and like, did you play the same game?

Because I feel like you're just robbing yourself of a whole ass dynamic of the story in UT just to go "Haha, he's a lame divorced shithead and murderer, Toriel deserves better uwu" and like, that's not the point? OBVIOUSLY she does? Because she decided he's not for her in both games for different reasons? That doesn't delete his story from the game(s) or make it less valuable to consider?

Also good for her (in UT), the dumbass goes kid killer and you tell him to go fly a kite.

But like, seriously man. Asgore has one of the most hefty 'crumbling under the weight of the world' narratives to his story in UT.

He's in charge of giving all monsters a better life, and he's looked deep inside, witnessed his son killed by humanity, witnessed the (supposed) best chance at peace between humanity and monsters pass with Chara, and he's decided that the only hope to provide for those he cares about is to give up his own 'humanity' and gather the power of human souls to break through... AND HE CAN'T EVEN DO THAT BECAUSE HE CAN'T BRING HIMSELF TO BECOME THE MONSTER HE HATES!

(Yes he kills though, I mean finish the plan, we'll get to that)

Like cut and dry, it's a pretty shit plan bud. But it's born from a place of deep compassion and a sense of significant loss that made him desperate.

(some of these details might be too fuzzy from a long time since playing but the general point remains)

He doesn't know all the facts.

He doesn't know everything about Chara.

He doesn't know that Chara, while fused with Asriel, wanted to commit violence against Humanity for what they did to the monsters.

He didn't know that Asriel died because he fought against this.

He didn't know so much of the story. All he saw was his adopted child dying with a simple wish to see the flowers again, and humanity attacking like the beasts they claimed monsters were when his son attempted to fulfill that wish.

He saw humanity's darkest, and questioned why monsters were the ones locked below. And he saw what Asriel and Chara were able to accomplish together so he made a plan.

His plan rings the same tones of most 'last chance' narratives. There IS no other way out from what he's witnessed. Chara and Asriel WERE the good option out, and it didn't work.

The good ending was attempted, and denied. So he looked at his options and there really weren't many.

Either die underground, or kill to make the surface their home.

And upon finally building up the determination to put his plan in motion, he couldn't do it.

He killed, and immediately had too much regret to follow through.

He shut down, he crumbled under the pressure, he saw the blood on his hands and he realized he wasn't able to hate strongly enough to use the soul to break through and attack humanity as a whole.

As Toriel said in the true end, he could have gone with 1 soul, but he hid away and hoped that no more humans would come.

His true plan was to end his plan. To live in regret of the life he stole and never see another human again, and out of fear of revealing his failure to his people, out of fear of admitting to them that they would never see the surface again, he hid from his responsibility because it would demand he become a true monster. He claimed to need more power, and hoped no one would come to confront them.

He locked himself into the responsibilities of a mad king, to kill and gather power whenever a new human arrives. For nothing.

To continuously bloody his hands in the hopes of never doing so again, all because he's too 'weak' to just go up top and become the Mercy-less monster he truly believed needed to exist to free them.

And all the sadness and regret, but hollow determination to continue on his path is so STRONG in his story, man! It's TERRIBLE!

He hates what he's become; He shows no joy at the thought of fighting Frisk. He's built an empty responsibility all in the hope of never killing again, and the world keeps laughing at him as it tosses more lives his way.

He wants to help his people, but he doesn't want to hurt the humans.

He was a good person presented with a perspective of the 'facts' that laid bare a world of disgusting hate, a world that can't be reasoned with, a world without Mercy. And after having lost his only children to this world, he gave in to his own weakness and decided to play by the rules- to also fight without Mercy.

AND. FAILED.

He's both entirely convinced that the world has no mercy, and is entirely unable to relinquish his own.

All while bitterly tending to an evil he resents to its core, all while hoping to be left alone and never be asked to shed blood again, all while truly believing he must do so- in these circumstances- if he is to protect the lives on the surface and maintain even a semblance of his mercy in the grand scheme of things.

Let them live and risk the humans finding out he killed in the first place, risk the humans coming underground to kill them all. Risk repeating what happened with Asriel, but for them all because of blood on his hands.

Kill them, for no gain, and continue the facade- continue telling everyone you're almost strong enough to kill those on the surface. Continue lying, so that the monsters are safe, and the humans are as well. All at the cost of another child. IT SUCKS IT'S FUCKING BAD MAN.

It's what makes it so touching that you can convince him through your intense determination to break the rules of this mercy-less world! You're unending compassion and inability to accept 'no' for an answer in regards to cherishing life provides him with new hope!

It's a glimpse of a person with true unending mercy that convinces him that the world can be changed- Frisk and the player's actions convince him that he was mistaken. That it never had to be the original plan, and the reason he couldn't think of a new one is because succumbing to the act of murder had destroyed his sense of hope- he wasn't the right person to come up with a plan to free the monsters after that because it was simply too damaging to his ability to hope or dream of a better future.

He needed convinced.

He needed to be shown that the world can have mercy in it, that it can be compassionate.

Things he once believed were possible, and a reality that was torn from him with the loss of his kids- revitalized as you step through to make it happen.

IT'S GOOD, OKAY.

AND ASGORE IS INTEGRAL TO IT AND IS A TRAGIC FIGURE WITHIN IT.

Anyways you can still hate him, you're opinions are you own and he sucks at being a good dude. The dude killed kids (in UT), you remember that? Fucked up.

I've just been seeing a lot of takes on the guy as some nuance-less bad person when he has so many layers of depth going on that it sounds bizarre to hear him summed up as like "Oh yeah, Asgore is a piece of shit, anyways let's talk about the character depth of Pipis"

I mean come on, Ms. Pipis is right there, talk about her, lol.

[thechekhov]

So glad you decided to play Undertale! I think it would really suit you so I’m so happy you got into it! Could I have your thoughts about the game? I would LOVE to hear them. I’m ALL for long essays and rants, that’s my jam, but even just a small review from you would make me ecstatic!

Alright alright alright alright. 

I am ecstatic that someone asked because I have a lot to say AS ALWAYS. 

I’m gonna try to keep this readable, I swear. Will add pictures in between to keep things interesting. 

However, due to the length this will SURELY achieve, AND due to spoilers (and yes, laugh at me all you want, the game has been out for 5 years) I’ll put this under a cut. Read at your own (f)risk.

Metagaming - the game plays YOU

When I first started Undertale, I ‘knew’ these things:

there’s a stabby one with a knife, their name is chara

there’s a flower everyone hates

something something sans something something

and the last, and perhaps most important thing

you can spare your enemies to avoid killing them

The thing is. The THING IS. 

I did not realize how pervasive this strategy was. My thought at first was ‘okay, so I don’t have to kill EVERYONE.’

I had no idea that the reality was that I didn’t have to kill anyone.

I’m sure many others have already said this, but Undertale kind of changes the way you think about other games. It forces to you examine simply fighting your way through the RPG by introducing completely non-murder-y ways to resolve issues. This conversation-based combat style is not the first of its kind, I’m sure, but it’s also incredibly well done. It ties into the story, it ties into your decisions.

It ties into your decisions SO MUCH that it changes everything else in the outcome.

Undertale is a game well known for breaking the 4th wall. However, it does so in a strangely eerie, heart-wrenchingly real way. It teaches us that there are other solutions to conflicts - and it really... it really TEACHES us, you know?

Which is funny because to be honest, it took me a while to get the lesson.

(You may already be fully aware of this but yes, my first True Neutral Route was extremely organic. I legitimately had no idea that there was even more than one ending. I was just stumbling about er... killing. Out of habit.)

The beauty of this is that the game drives home that point even more effectively because I was fully unaware of my own bias. I had assumed that some enemies would require killing - DESPITE TORIEL SPECIFICALLY TELLING ME TO TALK TO THEM, and the entire Ruins tutorial being about Mercy. I killed the Dummy on accident (granted, it was due to me pressing the key too fast a few times) and didn’t think much of Toriel’s disapproval. I killed a few monsters because I saw my level was low and decided to automatically grind a little bit. 

By the time I got to Toriel, I was still not comfortable with the mechanic. I knew I could Spare her somehow - after all, she was a kind monster, and clearly an important character - but the Spare option didn’t yield promising results the first few times I chose it. I ran out of patience and decided that maybe... maybe it was like pokemon! 

Maybe I had to get her health down to a certain level before she would allow me to pass through.

Funny thing though.... you know what happens if you attack Toriel one too many times? Even if she has most of her health left? 

Yeah uh... it activates that one-hit-KO thing from No Mercy Route.

So of course, what happened? I hit her one too many times... and killed her! And of course, immediately panicked and reset. 

I got back to my previous save, Spared Toriel PROPERLY this time, and walked out of the ruins only to be confronted with my own reliance on the magical ‘redo’ button which was... apparently... not that magical.

Because it WASN’T a clean redo. Flowey apparently remembered. 

The idea that the game would KNOW about my previous attempts beyond the save file snapped me out of my casual Undertale playthrough. I realized that something was up - this game was not going to be like the others.

I think it was from this point on that I tried to be more careful, but again - I still hadn’t quite gotten the memo about not killing. I took down a few monsters around Snowdin. And when I got to Papyrus, I grew frustrated about not being able to beat him (I ended up losing several times and coming back to try again) and went off to grind SOME MORE because I figured that could raise my HP and increase my chances of holding off long enough to Spare him. 

(The incredible thing about this game is that actually, raising your level gives you only a slight advantage. You can be level 1 and carrying no items, and as long as you’re relatively proficient at dodging the bullet hell style projectiles you will have no issues.) 

Anyway, the point is that I realized I could spare the big monsters and did so readily - but I didn’t bother to spare many of the smaller ones. 

I figured it didn’t matter. 

And then I successfully evaded Undyne, gave her a cup of water, etc... and then went to her house to meet Papyrus, fully expecting her to befriend me anyway. 

And you know what happened?

“She said she won’t hang out with a murderer.“

I think that probably hit me the hardest at that point in the game. 

I had a bit ‘....oh’ moment at that point because I realized that the game would punish me for killing even the ‘not-important’ civilians of the Underground. It wasn’t about just sparing the ‘boss monsters’. My actions had consequences beyond just the ‘elite’ characters that we all tend to focus on.

Because yes, it made sense. It wasn’t about just Undyne - why WOULD she randomly be my friend after I killed tons of living beings?

From there on, I spared everyone, but didn’t reset. I decided to see how it would unravel.

The thing I want to talk about, which is a little difficult, is that...

It took me that long to learn that kindness was the answer. And that, in itself, ends up being a metaphor. 

It’s difficult to be kind if you have not been show how to be.

It’s difficult to change the way you behave (in a game or out of it) if all you know is using other methods.

It was hard enough to spare Toriel before I realized I had to just be very patient and trust that her attacks wouldn’t hit - though at first I thought she would just kill me! 

It was hard to avoid Papyrus’ attacks and I had to die several times before I successfully got through it. 

It was near impossible to fight Undyne because I legitimately had no idea Fleeing was an option. I struggled for ages at her stage, and I had to ask for help to understand what I could do.

And that’s actually honestly very true to life as well.

Being kind takes risk. Being kind takes effort. And sometimes, being kind means asking others HOW to be kind. 

When you choose to be kind, you risk being hurt, and you risk being trapped (Toriel). When you choose to be kind, you need to expand a lot more energy to succeed (Papyrus). When you choose to be kind, you need to sometimes reach out to others to show you how to properly do it (Undyne).

The rest of the playthrough probably went about as you expect. I completed the game, didn’t kill any Boss Monsters, fought to the end and... got that really unsatisfying Neutral Ending which felt strangely bittersweet. 

And of course, after I was done, I was prompted to go back and do a proper Pacifist Run. Which I did. I learned about the background of Determination, about Chara and Asriel... and about how everything came to be the way it was.

The thing that gets me the most about this game is how it serves as a direct parallel to how we use videogames. In fact, Undertale is a videogame... about videogames. 

Chara appears to be a direct metaphor for the people that use videogames to escape - to cope with whatever happened to them in The Overworld. Bad family life, or bad relationships or whatever we suffer - escapism through games is not, in itself, a new theme. 

Chara arrived in Undertale by dropping themself down a hole in the mountain, perhaps even seeking to end their life. They dropped into a world which offered them comfort and companionship, a new family and a new life - but in the end, their nature was destructive because their means to finding a solution inadvertently used other people as fodder. Asgore, Asriel - they used everyone else to complete their plans. It wasn’t about forming connections - it was about Completing the Quest. 

I wonder - did Chara even HAVE access to a MERCY option? 

Was their world one without the option of sparing someone? Did they only have the choice of acting - and was Mercy in the hands of whoever attacked them? I wonder how difficult it might have been for them. I wonder how that, in itself, shaped their perception of the world. 

I wonder if that’s why, during the No Mercy run, people recognize you as Chara? If they come back and attach themselves to your resonating DETERMINATION?

If this is true, was MERCY perhaps created later, brought into existence once Asriel himself made the choice to NOT fight, to turn back and flee, even after being attacked by humans in the Overworld? 

(It would be a nice parallel to Asgore DESTROYING the Mercy option when you enter the fight with him...)

...

In the end, I think Undertale is about many things, including video games. 

But it’s also hurting - and being hurt. 

It’s about how trauma can shape us, how we deal with feeling grief, and loss, and depression - and not being able to feel anything.

It’s about how we focus on goals and use DETERMINATION to keep going - even when whatever it is that’s driving us no longer has any SOUL. 

It’s about how our action have consequences, but they also carry the weight of a choice, and how powerful those choices are, and how powerless we feel when we aren’t given a choice - not to fight back, nor show mercy. 

I think that’s probably the reason this game resonated with so many people. It really brings something we love about videogames to the forefront - that ability to fight back, to have full and total control of our own lives...

And it also shows us how having that endless loop of repetitive grinding and fighting with zero consequences can lead to an incredible hollowness and make us numb to how we interact with real-life people. 

Anyway. 

Good game. 

[saviorbook]

Warmth

My Day 3 of @fransweek. Enjoy!

We've got some first person PoV switching in here.

Sans PoV

I’ve lived in Snowdin my entire life. I was taught about the warmth of a sun I never thought I would get to see. As far as I knew, Hotland was as close as I was going to get to that feeling of warmth. Then, she fell… Frisk, the last human soul we needed to break the barrier, the soul we needed in order for the king to reignite a war humans had forgotten and monsters didn’t want (he didn’t want the war either).

I was the first monster she had met upon exiting the ruins, and if Toriel hadn’t made me promise to protect her, I would’ve been the last. Looking back on it, I think that might have been the best promise I’ve ever made. I watched as she befriended every monster she came across. She would stop and talk to me, and we would go to Grillby’s. Eventually, her journey was coming to a close, but I didn’t want to see her go. She ignited a flame in my soul that I thought had burned out long ago. I knew she only had a few options: she could stay with us, underground; she could kill Asgore and give up on being the pacifist we had all come to know; lastly, she could die, giving up her soul so we can be free from the mountain. Asgore is like a father to me; he helped take care of Paps and me. However, I think loosing her would be worse. I had fallen in love, and I enjoyed the warmth of that feeling too much to just let it go.

I tried to make her turn back, but nothing worked. She fought him, and I don’t remember what happened next, but all of a sudden, we were on the surface, witnessing the first sunset I’ve ever seen. I could feel the heat on my skull, happiness that was shared between friends, and for some reason, a crushing anxiety weighing heavily on my soul. I was jostled out of that thought by the sound of Papyrus excitedly running towards the nearest human city; I thought that I should go with him to keep him out of trouble. This would also be my first encounter with humans other than Frisk, and I was pretty curious.

Frisk PoV

I had to fight the long dead prince of the monsters; I saw my friends in their most vulnerable states, and I almost failed to save the one that was probably the most important to me. I managed it though, after painful deaths that included being impaled, crushed, and burned with beams of energy.

I felt cold as we stepped onto the surface. My breathing felt labored. I wanted to tell someone, to scream that I wasn’t okay, but I couldn’t. Their faces of bliss, the warmth that radiated from each of them, the first genuine smile I had seen on Sans, it all caused me to keep quiet. I couldn’t ruin this for them, and I’m sure Asriel wasn’t kidding when he told me that every death would equal another memory lost. I nearly ran away but was stopped by Asgore. He had asked if I wanted to be the ambassador for monsterkind, and I had to turn him down. Toriel asked if I wanted to stay with her, and I had to watch her heart break as I turned down her offer.

After everyone had left, I stayed on the mountain top. I felt numb, unable to show my fear as my lungs stopped working. I felt cold, shivering with the last rays of the sun still on my face. I looked at my soul for what I thought would be the last time and shuddered as it shattered.

Sans PoV

I sat up in my bed with tears running from my sockets; I couldn’t even remember what I was dreaming about. I looked out my window and was for some reason shocked to see snow. I shouldn’t have been; I’ve lived in Snowdin my entire life.

I jumped a little when I heard Papyrus say something about, feeling it in his bones that a human was going to show up today. I was inclined to believe him, even though this is what he said everyday.

I went to big doors that lead to the ruins and was a bit astonished when the woman behind them asked me to promise to protect the next human that came out of the doors. I was hesitant, but when someone likes my bad jokes as much as I do, I tend to trust them, so I agreed. What surprised me even more was when a human appeared outside of those same doors not even ten minutes later.

I was going to pull my standard whoopee cushion in the hand trick on ‘em, but then, I saw their eyes. I didn’t know love at first sight was a thing, but those chocolate brown eyes looked back at me, and I could’ve sworn that the gold that was hidden within them, flickered like that of a warm fire. I was absolutely enchanted, and I don’t think I’d be able to kill them even if it was commanded of me.

“Hi, my name is Frisk. I assume you didn’t already know that?” There was a hint of sadness in her voice, and instead of answering immediately, I blinked at her dumbly.

“nope, can’t say i did. i think i’d remember a face like yours.” She gave me a sad smile.

“We’ve met before, and based on how you acted the last time we met, I thought out of everyone, you might remember me. It doesn’t matter now though. I know how to go through the motions, and this time, I’ll make it too...” She walked by me as I stood there trying to process what had happened.

I’m sure she was right in her line of thinking. I mean if something had changed, I apparently wouldn’t notice anyway, but I digress. I found myself enjoying every moment we spent together, and she didn’t act like she was just going through the motions when she was with me (that could be me being biased, but her face gave her away). Every time I was with her, I would feel a blossoming warmth deep in my soul. I was falling in love with her, and if what she said was true, I’m sure it wasn’t the first time I had. She just radiated this compassion and kindness that would honestly make anyone fall for her. I think I just fell the hardest.

The closer she came to ending her journey, the worse I felt, and it wasn’t just because I loved her. I felt like something was going to go wrong, that for some reason, I was going to forget her again. I wondered if the written word could transcend time, so this time, I wrote everything down. I wasn’t going to forget her, and if I did, I’d make sure I at least knew of her.

She did it, just like she said she would. I felt the warmth of the sun on my face, but it felt superficial compared to Frisk. Why wasn’t she up here with us? I felt my soul drop and used Papyrus as an excuse to, admittedly, spy on Frisk. For some reason, I felt like I needed to be there.

I watched as she told Asgore she wouldn’t be the ambassador, and I flinched when I saw Toriel leave after being told Frisk had places to be. I stayed there, hidden among the shadows, waiting. Then, Frisk started coughing… I ran to her side and tried to make her tell me what was going on, but it’s not like I succeeded.

“frisk, please, tell me what’s going on… i’m sure we can get alphys to help.” She looked up at me, and I could see blood dribbling out of her sad smile.

“I… I thought I’d make it too… I’m sorry Sans… I guess, I was wrong…” I watched in shock as her soul floated up from her chest and shattered.

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I woke up to the sound of screaming. It was coming from me, and I didn’t know why. I couldn’t even remember my dream from the previous night. I looked around frantically, not sure for what, but it had me worried when I didn’t find it. I proceeded to look out my window, unsurprised to find snow blanketing the ground. I’ve lived in Snowdin my whole life, what else was there to expect?

Papyrus was concerned that I had been screaming, rightfully so, and he told to stay home. This was perhaps the one day where that didn’t seem like an option, so I went to my sentry station instead. I dug around, still searching for stars know what, and I nearly gave up the search, until my hand skimmed over a leather bound book. I grabbed it and started flipping through the pages, astonished to find words that seemed to have bypassed the laws of time and space.

In the journal that contained myhandwriting, I found descriptions of a human woman and my feelings towards her. I couldn’t believe what any of it said, but then, I heard the large doors creak open at the exact time the journal said they would.

“Sans! I know it’s probably weird to hear your name come from a stranger’s mouth, but please… You’re starting to worry me…” My soul nearly stopped when I heard her voice.

“heya… frisk, right?” She jumped at my sudden appearance.

“Y-yeah! That’s my name…” Tears started to form in her chocolate brown eyes, and I felt my body move to hug her before I even knew what I was doing.

“Sans… I missed you so much… I hate doing this… I hate dying… I hate giving all of you the happy ending you deserve, only to take it away… I hate feeling cold… I know it’s selfish, but can I just be warm with you? I don’t even know how much you remember or what reset you think we’re on, but I’m selfish, and I just need you… Please…” I froze. I don’t know this woman. All I have is a dusty book that looks like it hasn’t been used in years, so why do I feel so warm holding her.

“tibia honest, i don’t really know you. i just found this journal that appears to have been written by me, but i feel like i’ve known you for a thousand years. i’m okay taking things slowly, if you’re okay repeating this one more time…?” I could feel her nod her head against me.

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I woke up, frightened out of my wit, not feeling Frisk’s warmth beside me. I jumped out of our bed, not bothering to look out our window at the snow covered ground. I sped down the stairs, about ready to teleport to the ruins just to get her when the smell of warm, buttered pancakes and a hot black coffee permeated my nasal cavities.

“Hey, hon. Thought I’d make breakfast… What’s the rush?” She sat the meal down on the table and gasped in shock as I swept her off her feet.

“you weren’t in bed, and i think i’m a bit too used to the warmth you provide.” She gave a little snort of laughter and struggled out of my grasp.

“Eat up, or the warmth of your breakfast will leave…” She smiled at me and grabbed her coat.

“where do you think you’re going? not having breakfast with your one and bonely?” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m going over to Undyne’s today for training, and you know that if I show up late, she’ll have my head.” I squinted my sockets at her.

“why are you taking your coat to waterfall?” She gave me another eye roll.

“Because, my one and bonely, I’m only wearing a tank-top under it, and I know how much you hate it when I walk through Snowdin without a coat.” I surrendered to her superior intellect and wished her luck.

In the end, monsters never made it to the surface, but I can’t complain too much. I would never feel the warmth of the Sun on my face, and no one else would be able to experience that either. However, I’ve lived in Snowdin up until now, what’s a bit longer? After all, the Underground has a shining beacon of warmth; I have a shining beacon of warmth.

[caretaker-au]

The Right Thing 

INTERLUDE: JUSTICE

Certain aspects of Chara's job were... unpleasant. Unenjoyable, even. Perhaps they even felt a little bit bad. But. In the end, it was all for the best. It was the right thing to do. It was just.

Blood ran from the many wounds impaled through the late teenager. The more Chara lifted the body, the more of a mess it made. It wasn’t until Chara’s arms were slick with red that they began to second guess their approach. With a grunt they released the body, stepping back and attempting to shake excess blood from their hands. Hadn’t they hired Muffet to avoid this exact kind of situation?

No, they didn’t want to test Muffet’s patience so soon after the deal had been struck. It was a matter of courtesy to at least make the corpse accessible to her small minions. "This would not be an issue,” Chara muttered to themself, “If only I realised this device needed regular maintenance.” The retract switch on the spikes platform was not functioning today, perhaps having been broken for months or even years. All the switches would need to be tested tomorrow.

The human’s soul had settled above the body, flickering with a soft green light. Chara sighed. One more. One more attempt before they’d return to a previous time, take the soul home, and come up with a new strategy. Chara wrapped their arms under the corpse, and with a heave, began to lift it from where it had settled.

The body was nearly clear of the spikes when they heard the soft crunch of movement on the stone floor just above. Chara released the perforated human and jumped back, looking up. It was quiet now, but lavender dust swirled around the broken edge of the hole in the ceiling. Recently disturbed.

It was probably nothing.

Chara scrambled up the ladder to the upper floor, biting back thrumming panic. 

If it was something, it will be fine.

After all, Chara had created a return point after the child had fallen, and they had even scanned the area to ensure no one had seen. If someone had just arrived now, Chara could always go back and prevent the witness from arriving on the scene. It didn’t matter if it was a monster or even Asriel.

They reached the last rung of the ladder, pulling themself onto the main floor. It was going to be fine. Chara had accounted for everything.

Everything except for the trembling creature curled up against the wall, only a few feet from the hole. 

Another human. Two in one day. The caretaker could hardly believe their eyes. 

Like the last one, it was a female adolescent, perhaps even around the same age. Thankfully, not as tall. Clad predominantly in black, its straight brunette locks were bleached with two ridiculous horizontal stripes of blonde at the bottom. Chara might have described the style as punk or goth, if not for the cowboy boots and hat disrupting the look. It seemed that embarrassing alternative fashion persisted with every generation.

Even so, there was something familiar about its wide-eyed stare and knitted brows. The child staggered to its feet, hat swinging against its backpack by a drawstring around its neck. The child’s fingers clung to the wall as if its legs could give way at any moment. Its body was partially turned away as if to run, but between Chara and the gaping hole in the cracked floor, there was nowhere to go. After a moment, a small voice choked out, "What have you... What have you…?"

Chara did not have the patience or the interest to hear the rest. They swept their arm in a grand gesture before giving a small bow, “Greetings. I am the caretaker of these ruins. My name is…” As they leaned forward, Chara caught sight of the expanse of blood on their tunic. In all the excitement, they had somehow forgotten; the jig was up before it had even begun.

“Ah. Well then...” Chara gave a half shrug, “I suppose we can skip introductions.” 

Chara withdrew their knife with a flourish and descended on the child. While not as simple, stabbing would prove a cleaner alternative to the spike pit. Instead of flinching away, the child squared its shoulders and reached for the holster slung around its waist. It withdrew a revolver. 

There was no warning shot. The child screamed with primal rage, firing only a few feet from their target.

No chance to avoid it. The bullet shot through Chara’s forehead and crashed out the back of their cranium. Little was left of it.

***

Chara grabbed their face, patted it down. It was all there. They were standing in front of the cracked floor puzzle, the green soul and the impaled corpse resting below. Robe clean. They had gone back. 

How could this have happened? If not for their power, everything Chara had worked towards could have been lost thanks to one brat. What kind of child carried a firearm? How could they combat such a thing? They had not seen a weapon like that since... 

No. This was not the time for reminiscing. Where was the human now? It could not have witnessed the fate of the last victim, for it surely would have tried to intervene. That would put the gunslinger a few rooms away at least. 

There was still time to fix things. Unsheathing their knife, Chara took a deep breath and marched towards fate. 

Working their way deeper into the ruins, Chara crept through each empty room until they found themselves at the end: the large sanctuary where all humans came crashing into the Underground. There Chara found their latest guest, back pressed against a pillar and gun in hand. The teenager gasped at the sight of the caretaker’s silhouette through the stone arch. Its eyes, swimming with confusion and fear, narrowed into deep hatred. 

There it was again. Where had they seen that look before?

The human raised its weapon towards the caretaker once more. Chara clenched their fists. Indignant. Wide-eyed. Smiling. In the tense silence, Chara spoke. "What's this? Are you surprised to see me?" 

"The devil never went down easily."

Chara chose to ignore this.

"I see that humans haven't changed," chided Chara, gesturing towards the gun. Disgust held captive their visage. "My father was obsessed with the vulgar things." 

Chara continued forward, reminding themself they had faced plenty of dangerous situations before. Staring down the barrel of a gun was new, but nothing to be afraid of. It didn't stop their palms from sweating. 

The brazen child scoffed. "Sounds like your dad had the right idea."

Chara remained unimpressed. "You are a criminal," they said. "A murderer. Vermin."

"Criminal...?" the child repeated, voice rasping. Stepping forward, it shook its head: "No. I'm justice!"

The teen shot twice. The first bullet pierced Chara's throat, and the second, their brain.

***

Chara grasped their neck, stumbling back from the edge of the cracked floor. It was worse that time. The pain was now only a memory, but it rang through their mind like a high pitched squeal following a deafening sound. This time, the intruder would be the one to bleed.

Chara rushed towards the back of the ruins to meet their prey. As they rounded a corner, a bullet cracked the stone wall inches away from their head. They pulled back to stay behind cover, glimpsing the teenager before it fired the second shot.

“W-W-We—” Chara cut themself short, disgusted by the shaking in their voice. They could hear the muffled steps of its boots approaching their hiding place. Chara tried to swallow, but their throat was dry, “We can do this all day if you want to.”

“I’ll kill you as many times as it takes.”

“That seems a little excessive,” Chara held their knife in front of them, angling it to try and see the human in the blade’s reflection. It didn’t work. “I haven’t even done anything to you.”

“You—!” the child’s voice cracked, raising to a shriek, “You killed my friend!”

Realization washed over Chara. “So you’re the friend,” they leaned over, picking up some dead leaves scattered at their feet, “If I remember correctly, your friend said it wanted to spend more time here. I did it a favor.”

“Shut up! Don’t you dare talk about—”

Chara tossed the leaves out of cover, and the child fired through them, its finger wrapped tight around the trigger. Taking advantage of the gap between shots, Chara leapt towards the human, knife raised high.

They had miscalculated. 

The child was a few paces out of reach. The gunslinger adjusted, firing three more times in rapid succession. Two shots missed, but one tore through Chara’s elbow. Chara collapsed, the knife skittering out of their hand as they grasped the joint with their other arm. Pain ripped through their body, their scream drowning out the click-click-click of the shooter’s empty gun. 

Right, the screaming. How undignified. Chara stifled their voice, struggling to raise their head to their assailant. The child had backed away, searching the room for something to replace the now useless gun. Its eyes settled on Chara’s knife.

Chara wouldn’t give it the satisfaction. They gripped their ruined arm and pooled their willpower. They needed...

***

Another fresh start. Chara grabbed their knife and stormed into the ruins ablaze with fury. The child may have firepower, but they were immortal. 

Immortal but not invulnerable. Chara slowed and looked down at their renewed arm. There had to be another way to do this.

A plan began to formulate in their head.

Chara sheathed their weapon and continued, cautiously checking each corner. “Child, enough of this! I would like to call a truce.” Chara called out, their voice echoing. No response. They continued forward, calling out again, “I have a proposal that will benefit us both.”

Chara felt a bullet fire past their head, the gunshot reverberating throughout the chamber. Chara flinched but caught a glimpse of the gunslinger hiding themselves behind the doorway of the next room. They fought the urge to chase them, and instead smoothed their robe and ran a hand through their hair. There were broken strands where the bullet had passed by.

“Do you not tire of this game, human? Surrender and I will reunite you with your friend.”

“I don’t make deals with the devil,” the child scoffed from behind cover.

Chara chuckled, “You would throw away this chance for such a trifling matter?”

“You killed her.”

“And you killed me. Yet I still live.”

The human stepped into the open, lining up Chara’s skull with the revolver barrel. Its eyes flashed with a familiar menace.

“Wait,” Chara said, raising their hands, “You have witnessed my power. You would be a fool not to use it to your advantage. Killing me means losing your chance to be with them again.”

The child’s gun began to lower before it snapped back on target. “I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to execute you.”

The human’s grip tightened around the trigger and Chara threw themself to the side as the shot grazed their arm. Chara stumbled, backing around the doorway for cover just as another shot chipped the wall. They grabbed their arm where the skin had been broken. Nothing serious.

“Have it your way then!” Chara shouted back, “I will let your friend know you chose to abandon them.” Chara broke out in a sprint, towards where they had left the body.

“What? Wait! Come back!” The gunslinger made chase, boots pounding against the stone floor, “Don’t touch her!” 

The human chased Chara down a hallway and raised the gun, firing two more times. Both missed. Chara disappeared around another corner of the labyrinth and the shooter barreled forward in hot pursuit.

The child entered the next room revolver first and Chara, waiting in ambush, slashed their knife across its raised hand. The child screamed, the gun dropping from their hand along with two severed fingers. Blood gushed from the wound and the disarmed creature fell to the floor shrieking.

Chara stood dumbfounded. They looked from the dismembered fingers to the bloodied edge of their blade, then started to laugh. “Would you look at that,” they crooned, “This thing is rather sharp, is it not?”

Doubled over, its bleeding hand pressed against its belly, the human was reaching for the dropped gun with its intact hand. Chara collected it before the shooter could reclaim it. The revolver was well taken care of. Other than the fresh blood, it was sparkling clean with a pearl inlay in the handle. The kind of gun Chara could imagine hung above the mantle of a dead-end suburban home.

“If I have been counting correctly,” Chara placed a finger on the trigger, “There is one bullet remaining.” They leveled the barrel with the child’s head. Tears ran down its face as it glowered up at Chara.

“You said—” it choked, “You said you could reunite us. Was it true?”

Chara smiled, “Yes. You will be together forever.”

***

After picking a spot in the room that was clear of any blood, Chara shook the contents of their victim’s backpack to the floor. A lightweight jacket, compass, some sort of flashlight, rope, miscellaneous makeup, and two rectangular bottles of soda made from a paper-like material. There was a small flat metal square that looked like a compact mirror, but when Chara tried to open it, the current time and words requesting credentials showed up on the top. Some sort of watch or communication device? Chara placed it in the discard pile. 

They opened up a black wallet with a spiderweb design on the front, where some loose cash and a couple punch cards fell out. Punch cards in this day and age? Ridiculous. Tucked in the back was a physical ID, with the name of a high school printed on it and the year 2076. The thumbnail-sized picture showed the human with an awkward grin and blue marbled background, its hair not quite as atrocious as it was currently. Chara stilled.

The child’s family name—it was their last name. 

Chara dropped the wallet, taking the card with both hands, and read the word over and over. What was it that the apron-wearing human had said? That there was a familiarity—a resemblance—between Chara and its friend?

“Coincidence,” Chara murmured, flicking the ID into the discard pile. They paused to glance at the two soul containers they had brought with them. They sat side by side, a green soul in one, yellow in the other.

“Or maybe... it's destiny.”

interlude: justice // end

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[hermywolf]

ranking my favorite characters about random shit part 7

ranking my favorite characters (clarke griffin, dean winchester, fox mulder, rose tyler, newt, kaz brekker, samwise gamgee, charles xavier, bill denbrough, lord asriel, steve rogers, scott mccall, anna milton and barry berkman) about random shit. this is entirely self-indulgent

part 7: how good they’d be at laser tag

1- ANNA MILTON

now i mean it’s not really fair; she’s got magical insane reflexes and is as precise in shooting as a robot, as well as her perfect superhearing and physical ability and she also doesn’t even feel tired ever. she’s a KILLING MACHINE

2- BARRY BERKMAN

i mean he’s literally a hitman, it’s his job, and he’s an amazing shot too, he’s used to this but in much more stressful situations so this would be SO easy for him, he’ll absolutely destroy regular players with startling efficiency. and he can shoot so well ans so precisely from so far away, remember when he shot those three men in three shots and it was one of his first times shooting like. he’s amazing at this

3- DEAN WINCHESTER

amazing shooter, insanely sharp instincts from being trained to shoot pretty much forever, he’d also get WAY too into the game and just be so proud of himself when he wins. he’s amazing at this and knows it and brags about it for ages

4- STEVE ROGERS

super strenght, super reflexes, a great shot in canon, literally fought in the war. yeah he’s good

5- FOX MULDER

trained fbi agent, he’s a good shot and knows his way around guns and stuff. just like dean i feel like he’d get wayyy too excited by the game and have way too much fun with it all

6- KAZ BREKKER

he’s the opposite of dean and mulder he’ll absolutely forget that it’s a game and go full on dirtyhands, ready to DESTROY everyone. now his leg would be a disadvantage but i feel like this smartass would hide at a strategic place and just wait for people to walk in and shoot them so he won’t have to move at all and can easily get them out of the game without getting to tired

7- CLARKE GRIFFIN

we know she’s a good shot, i feel like she’d pretend not to like this game but would end up having a lot of fun nonetheless

8- NEWT

same for him, he knows how to shoot pretty well

9- ROSE TYLER

idk if she’s very precise when it comes to shooting but we HAVE seen her handling guns before, and i feel like she’s also with mulder and dean on the gets-way-too-much-into-the-game-and-has-so-much-fun team

10- SCOTT MCCALL

now we know he’s got great reflexes and is super fast and doesn’t get tired but as far as i can remember we’ve never seen him handle a gun??

11- CHARLES XAVIER

i feel like he’s a terrible shot, but he does have the advantage of hearing the others’s thoughts so he can hide away and know when they’re coming and all

12- BILL DENBROUGH

same for billy boi i feel like he’s a terrible shot but he DOESN’T have the mind reading to help him through it, plus he’s a messy clumsy bisexual disaster he’ll fall flat on his face and accidentally shoot himself or something

13- LORD ASRIEL

he is NOT a man of action, he’s more of the i’ll-convince-you-to-fight-for-me-with-my-charisma-and-my-scary-daemon so i’m pretty sure he would NOT enjoy laser tag and would be a pretty bad shot

14- SAMWISE GAMGEE

listen if sam knew how to use a gun he would simply be too powerful. thank god he doesn’t even know what a gun is otherwise he’d have destroyed sauron in the five first minutes of the first movie and then the rest of lotr would’ve just been him gardening

[weizhentian]

The idea won’t leave my head that The Icon of Sin’s storyline going like Flowey/Asriel from Undertale. Inspired by this post. There’s a little cheeky humor in this post.

Valen is the Toriel, a hermit living in the Underground/Hell wracked with guilt because of what happened to his dead child.

The Icon of Sin is this goat demon with a human soul bound to it... separated from his parent. Aware of his monstrous appearance.

I had the mental image of Doomguy going to Hell and meeting a demon who looks like a brown Angora goat kid, “Lil Baphomet”, who proceeds to throw “friendliness pellets” (rocks) at him. And dodge all the projectiles Doomguy throws back.

Valen chases off Lil Baphomet, denies knowing who this is. The goat boy follows Doomguy through Hell, insisting that Doomguy is his “very best friend” and dropping hints the two of them have met before.

Doomguy doesn’t recognize Lil Baphomet, although he starts thinking back on his memories of Valen and the infant he brought to the barracks one day. He had a soft spot for children and made friends with the boy.

They fought demons together, until the boy was killed in battle...why does Lil Baphomet dress like an Argenta youth? And the fact he carries a hunting horn and a toy spear feels so familiar...

Lil Baphomet invites Doomguy to Hell’s finest restaurant, where they serve a fascimile of the pizza Doomguy loves so much. It’s skull-shaped! There’s a kid-sized one for Lil Baphomet and a huge-sized one for Doomguy.

And then Doomguy comes upon the Icon of Sin, and the chamber containing the preserved heart on Urdak. Lil Baphomet, who has been a projection of the Icon of Sin into Doomguy’s mind, disappears into the Titan as soon as Doomguy stabs the heart.

During the battle with the Icon of Sin, the Icon sadly recounts, using telepathy, the story of how he came to Hell. How scared and helpless he was when he first landed in Hell and taken away to be tortured for Argent. How he was suddenly freed from the torture chamber, only to be sealed into this gigantic body. How he learned to use his telepathic powers to appear closer to how he was before he died. How father won’t acknowledge he exists any more. Even Doomguy didn’t remember the time they spent together in the army!

But Doomguy remembers, Doomguy acknowledges. He subdues the raging beast.

And when the Icon is defeated we get a glimpse in their shared telepathic mindspace of a young man with goat features who thanks Doomguy for freeing him....

I just want to see Valen playing with a demonic goat boy, spending quality family time. Goat lad tending to a Hell garden and roasting meat on a spit.

[ask-thegoatbro]

☭ Any of the Risen Child trio!

[Since you treat me so well, I’ll do all three~.] [Warning: Goatbro will be assuming quite a bit like he usually does~. Long post~]

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  BATTLE THEME: N/A BATTLE INTRO:  “Show me what kind of Asriel you are.” No command, all-out serious goatbro completely during the entire fight. VICTORY:  “You can do better, get up!” DEFEAT:  “Hm. Not bad. I got careless.” ASSIST: “I’ll show you how one really does fire magic! The pride of being a boss monster!” TAUNT:  “Come on! You can do better than this! SHOW ME!” REACTING TO TAUNT: “Hah, do you call that a taunt weakling?” FLEE:  “There’s no point in helping you right now. Pathetic.” REACTING TO FLEE: “You will never overcome any obstacles if you just run from your problems!” TIE: “You’re lucky, if I tried harder you would have burned.” PERFECT VICTORY:  “I understand, even I can be a crybaby. Life is hard and I personally understand some of the things you went through. We’re also different you and I. You still have your Frisk, you can still obtain a happy ending if you push back Chara. But. . . Even if you are so damn determined to let Frisk protect you, be by your side as you cower in the face of your Chara then I will simply ask you this question. Who will protect Frisk if she can’t protect herself? Who can rely on for support? You may simply be there for emotional support but you can't just let Frisk just fight Chara alone. Stand up to Chara, Asriel. Even if you must die 1 million more times. She can’t do this alone. . . You know this deep down. YOU’RE A BOSS MONSTER, YOU HAVE POWER DEEP WITHIN YOURSELF, ASRIEL! DON’T JUST BELIEVE IN FRISK, BELIEVE IN YOURSELF!” FINISH MOVE:  cast a circle of flames around Asriel, mimicking the entrapment of flower petals. Right before they hit they all drop to the ground creating an encirclement of fire which being so close gave a burning sensation until they dissipate.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  BATTLE THEME: N/A BATTLE INTRO:   [FIGHT] [ACT] [ITEMS] [SPARE]

>*Frisk >*Make gesture     >*Flirt >*Talk                    >*Kiss? “Frisk, you may be FIGHT with your Chara. But, Let me show you how an Asriel truly can fight!” VICTORY:  “Heh, I’m sorry I’m not like my Mother and Father who hold back on you for their own reasons. You never had fought a Boss Monster who is willing to go all out. This is our power and pride Frisk! NEVER FORGET IT! DEFEAT: “Gah, even with a dumb stick. . . or your fists. Humans are so powerful with their DETERMINATION but even. . . Even I can be somewhat determined, but I guess. . . it wasn’t enough for now. . .” ASSIST: “I got your back, get down! Here comes the fire!” TAUNT:  “Isn’t it funny, you carry a stick and you Frisk are very well known to stick their nose into other people’s business~.” REACTING TO TAUNT: “W-what are you winking at! Don’t try to distract me! CHEAP TRICKS!! FLEE:  “Hm, I think I gotta stop and know not to underestimate your ability. . .”  REACTING TO FLEE: “Hey! Come back, come back here you!” TIE:  “Ah, this is acceptable too.” PERFECT VICTORY:  “We all make mistakes, Frisk. From the situation, you and Asriel face I can assume what may have happened and what you had done before. Of course, your LOVE is just 1. You learned a lesson right? Yet, you still FIGHT before. I wonder, was it after Asriel told you not to kill and not be killed? I suppose it was fair not to listen, we’re all hypocrites especially me. I miss my Frisk. . . I miss them so much. . . But they had to. . . they did. . . and now I’m here fighting my Chara. . . But even what they did, I forgive them but they don’t forgive themselves. . . Just like me, I can possibly forgive myself Frisk. . .I wonder, do you know if your Asriel feels the same way that I do. Help him find strength within himself, don’t just protect him. He needs that inner strength the most just like how I found mine. Even his way is different, I believe he has a strong SOUL. . . He’s a boss monster, after all, remember that.” FINISH MOVE: He makes fireballs appear above Frisk and make them rain down on her, dodging all but a cheap shot he throws at her when she was focused on dodging the ones falling upon her. - - - - - - - - - - - -  BATTLE THEME: N/A BATTLE INTRO:   [FIGHT] [ACT] [ITEMS] [SPARE] >*Chara >*Flip her off     >*Flirt?? >*Talk               >*Taunt her “Oh, look at this. Your THAT Chara I have the pleasure of meeting. Wasn’t that a fun first time? Your expression was wonderful~. Let me make it better with a little flame.” VICTORY:  “You’re slower and less powerful than my Chara. Perhaps you shouldn’t look down at me as if I was your Asriel. I know what and who I am, A boss monster known as Asriel Dreemurr!” DEFEAT: He brings his paw to his body as dust flows out of him and coughing out spit mixed with dust. “Damn it, I was getting a little too cocky or maybe. . .  Whatever, next time we dance. I’ll melt that smile off your face.” ASSIST: “How did it come to this?! Whatever! Fire!” TAUNT:  “Would you like me to burn half of your face~. It’s exactly what I did to mine and I’ll say. It will be a good look for you~” REACTING TO TAUNT: “T-tch, you don’t scare me.” FLEE:  “This isn’t looking good for me, I need to rethink and gather my strength!” REACTING TO FLEE: “Bored? How dare you leave this battle!” TIE:  “Bitch.” PERFECT VICTORY:  “How does it feel~? Does your pride hurts that you lost to an Asriel. Ahahaha! Do you feel your skin melting by my flames. . . You will come back alive but that doesn’t mean I cannot enjoy melting you down to the bone marrow~. I will die later, but right now. . . I can enjoy myself~. After all, I’m a terrible person and my body count will NEVER disappear. Chara~” FINISH MOVE: There was no holding back this one, with a sudden burst of speed that helped him fight his Chara, taking quite a bit out of him he was right in front of Chara and places his paw between him and her, having face towards Chara as a burst of flames consume the other completely not only attacking Chara but burning his paws from the intensity of the attack. Once it stopped he can feel the immense burning sensation at his paw and some flames on his sleeve.

[risenchild]

Save

It was so quiet. There was no one left to fill the Underground with noise anymore. They had all finally escaped their prison beneath the mountain with their savior, Frisk, and left Asriel to his solitude.

It was what he deserved after all.

Asriel had time to think after Frisk had left him for the last time. In the emptiness that followed the mass exodus, in the aftermath of everything that had happened, there was nothing left for him to do but think.

Memories and the golden flowers were the only ones left to keep Asriel company. He almost laughed bitterly at how disgustingly fitting that was for him. This time, however, he swore not to let himself forget what it was like to feel - to love - no matter how empty inside he was when he returned to being Flowey.

As oppressive as the silence and loneliness was, the dread of what was to come was worse than both of them combined. Bit by bit, Asriel could feel himself slipping away without the souls to make him whole. As inevitable as it was, as much as he tried to accept it, he still fought for every second he had left as himself.

“I wonder what they’re doing now,” Asriel murmured aloud as his eyes drifted towards the high cavern ceiling. The hole where so many humans fell was wide open to him, but no light came in from the outside. “It must be night by now.” He had seen the surface only once, and that was in the middle of the day, that terrible day…

Asriel shook his head firmly. No. No good thoughts would come from reliving that again. He had to look forward if he wanted any chance of giving everyone the happy ending they deserved.

Even if that happy ending didn’t include him.

A strange sound pierced the silence then, a low hiss or some distant roar that reverberated off the high ceiling. Asriel looked around for the source, alarmed that perhaps one of the monsters had remained behind after all. He couldn’t let anyone see him, not now!

That was when Asriel saw it wasn’t a monster - it was a human descending from above… with a jetpack.

At first, Asriel could only stare, feeling as though he had started dreaming at some point. By the time Frisk landed at the center of the patch of golden flowers, he remembered the absurd cooking show contest she waged against Mettaton. As though to prove him right, she smiled as, with the push of a button, her jetpack folded itself back into its original form as Toriel’s old model cell phone.

“F… Frisk…?” Asriel said slowly, recovering from the absurdity of the moment to focus on the fact that Frisk had come back to the Underground. “What’re you doing here? I thought…”

Frisk cut off any further questions when she pulled Asriel into a hug. “I didn’t want you to be alone when you changed back.”

Asriel froze, unable to more than tremble in Frisk’s arms, at a loss.

“I don’t want to let go of you either,” Frisk murmured against Asriel’s ear, her warm breath brushing across his soft fur.

Eventually Asriel was able to move again and grabbed on tightly to Frisk as he lost control of his emotions and wept onto her shoulder, his tears quickly disappearing into the thick fabric of her sweater.

[undertalethingies]

I May Not Be Able To Walk, But That Doesn’t Mean I’ll Stop Running From My Problems

So, I wrote this with Fighter’s Block, which is an absolutely wonderful site for people who have problems with writing too slowly (ie: me), but the consequence of having written this piece a lot faster than usual is that there might be some spelling and grammar issues, even after editing it. Anyway, on to the actual writing.

When the royal scientist offered to give Chara a chance to live again, they thought Alphys was kidding. They'd died, after all, in a rather gruesome and deliberately permanent manner. The idea of just... living again, was in its own way terrifying to the one time child and several time demon.

It didn't seem all that fair, either, considering the fact that Asriel couldn't be offered the same. Regardless, the prospect of getting another chance at life (even if they'd probably blow it just as they had the first one) was too tempting a prospect to simply ignore.

So Chara agreed, and was offered the chance to learn and grow once more.

When they woke up, feeling their new body cold on the lab bed, their first thought was that the world was too loud. It wasn't sound they meant, of course. (they'd had plenty access to that in their discount afterlife) but the sensations, the smells, were too much for someone dead to the world as long as they.

It was exhausting, really.

Slowly, they got up, swinging their legs over the side of the sterile hospital bed as they gathered their bearings for the first time in over a century. It was odd, the way the blanket rustled against their legs, the cloth folding and wrinkling with each minute movement.

Carefully, they grabbed Frisk's hand (The kid had insisted on being there when they finally woke up, and had probably been sitting by the bedside for hours) (dumbass) and stood up.

Or tried to, at least. It had been so long since they'd had any need to balance that they didn't really remember how, anymore, and it showed. They stumbled forward, straight into their (literal) supporter. Their limbs refused to cooperate with the commands they were sent, instead going every which way, tangling unpleasantly with each other. Briefly, Chara regretted allowing Alphys near their SOUL, if this was what was going to come of it.

(honestly, so annoying)

It weighed on them a bit, that they'd been so far removed from their humanity for so long, to the point where they could no longer convincingly fake it or even function within the should-have-been familiar framework.

Chara wasn't known for giving up, though. (quite the opposite) so while they did sit back down, they did it with the intent to get up and try again the moment they'd sorted out their muscle control a bit. 

...More than a bit. they felt like a newborn, all jerky movements and poor control, and they hated it.

It took days, weeks even, to figure out their new-old being and regain the control that had once come so easily to them. Frisk was a great help, as well as Papyrus. Those two had always been so stubborn about easing the way for others. Sans was pretty useful too, though him more because he could be relied on to catch them if they fell in an unexpected direction, as opposed to Frisk and Papyrus' more hands on methods.

It took time, but they learned. They weren't sure they'd ever regain the grace that had once defined them (the grace they'd fought and clawed for, but no, they weren't bitter) but they were getting better at moving like a person, as opposed to a poorly programmed robot, each day.

They wondered, quietly, on a night when it felt like everything they'd once loved was so far away it might as well be gone forever, why they'd come back at all. Why they'd bothered to claw their way up from the icy creeping reaches of death and despair that had come for them after their death.

They didn't really know why they'd done it, was the thing, other than a reaching need for something, anything, better than the poor ending they'd made for themself and their brother.

They had done it, though. Little sense in worrying about it now, when suicide would only result in a LOAD and immediate therapy that they very much wanted to avoid.

Eventually, they regained the ability to walk. They shambled around looking like nothing so much as the corpse still buried under a bed of golden flowers in the RUINS, but they did manage to perform the movement without falling over. They decided to delegate all of their efforts to improving it though, when they saw the way Sans pointedly didn't flinch. the shambling walk did look like the one they had adopted in their attempts at genocide, for certain, and they hated to bring their friend's mind back to the dark memories that haunted that particular path.

It was nice though, being able to move under their own power again. Liberating, to not be attached to a child, forced to carry out their every whim, regardless of whether they desired to.

(being a ghost had been useful in survival department, but their autonomy had taken a blow they didn't know if they could ever truly recover from)

Sometimes, Asgore or Toriel would come to the hospital room where they confined themselves, asking to see them. They turned their parents away each time, unable to face the specters that haunted their faces and the spirits that dogged their footsteps (figuratively, of course)

It just wasn't something they were ready to address. Even if they didn't talk about it with their parents, they knew that they wouldn't be able to forget, wouldn't be able to turn their ever prying eyes away from the dark path their guardians had walked in their absence.

In the end, they supposed that they just didn't want to deal with it, though they knew they would have to at some point.

They did so love to delay. Delay this, delay that, delay their return to the world for a century after they were needed, hah.

It was pathetic, they supposed, to be so bothered by something as simple as being able to walk with such concerns pressing upon them. Regardless...

They wanted to feel like themselves again, and they didn't, stumbling around like this. 

They just felt useless, and they hated it.

[friskibitz]

Wouldn't it be kind of weird to have Frisk in smash? Undertale's whole "pacifism good, fighting bad" thing, and a fighting game? Im not sure i wanna see mario punch and kick the little pacifist kid

Sorry that this is inevitably going to sound blunt, but I really tired of this old and overdone argument. As I intend for this to be the last time I respond to it, I’m going to lay out everything wrong with this.

First of all, Undertale isn’t even “pacifism good, fighting bad”. That’s an extremely surface-level and limited way of looking at it. Asriel even says it himself, “don’t kill, and don’t be killed.” While it absolutely has a message of compassion and resolving conflicts with peace, it’s a more complex theme than just “fighting vs not fighting”, and in fact what UT condemns is murder, of course. Not to mention that Frisk has, in canon, rightfully fought to defend themself without having to go far as to commit murder. Remember the Omega Flowey fight?

Even then, it doesn’t even matter. Metal Gear Solid has deep themes of war and its repercussions. Persona 5 has themes about society and breaking free, along with the Phantom Thieves’ struggle to bring true justice. As Snake and Joker go all out in Smash, do those suddenly matter here? No, Smash operates on a completely different thematic level, that being pretty much No Themes At All, and Snake and Joker are there to celebrate their games in a fun environment. It’s just letting go and having fun, which, if we’re to take this Frisk as a post-pacifist Frisk, would be lovely for them.

On that note, Smash is nowhere near the level of violence of other fighting games. As shown in… everything, from the fun stages to the clapping in the victory screens, it’s basically a fantastical sporting event. In fact, as seen in some characters’ trailers (Isabelle, Joker, Terry, to name a few), it’s even an honor, which makes sense because Smash is a fun crossover meant to celebrate games! Also, so much of the Smash fan content I’ve seen is about the fighters hanging out and being friends, is Smash suddenly not that lighthearted anymore when discussing Frisk?

Also, why is it Frisk of all people getting this level of pushback? To further the point more of how lighthearted this is supposed to be, I hadn’t seen people being this contrary to fighters like Isabelle or Wii Fit Trainer, who don’t have any combat at all in their games. 

I also think the people who keep giving me this argument are also really woobifying Frisk. Yeah, they’re kind, yeah, they’re a pacifist at best, but does that suddenly mean they can’t have fantastical fun? Even in Undertale itself, they’ve even done fantasy combat in non-super violent ways, such as guiding Mad Dummy’s bullets back at her or shooting Mettaton with the yellow SOUL bullets. 

So yeah, that’s the gist of it. I think Frisk as a character should be celebrated in a game like this, to represent Undertale as a whole. They’re my favorite character of all time and I want to see them have some fun. If you can give me a better way to do that then be my guest.

[hoodie-lover]

My Multiverse Ask Event! #6

KikiTheSapphireKitsune - Archive of Our Own - First, Second, Third, Fourth

Megalovaniaintensifies - Archive of Our Own - Fifth, Sixth

KikiTheSapphireKitsune - Archive of Our Own - Seventh

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KikiTheSapphireKitsune - Archive of Our Own - Tenth, Eleventh, Twelfth 

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“heya.”

“you’ve been busy, huh?”

“...” Classic was quiet as he took a breath and continued his monologue.

“so, i’ve got a question for ya.” Classic said, smiling a grim smile.

“do you think even the worst person can change…?”

“that everyone can be a good person, if they just try?”

“heh heh heh heh...”

“all right.”

“well, here’s a better question.” 

“do you wanna have a bad time?” 

“cause if you take another step forward...” 

“you are REALLY not going to like what happens next.”

“welp.” Classic said, smiling as he shifted his feet, excited and brimming with anticipation for what he hoped was their true, last fight. 

“Get ready Frisk.”

“It’s the end.”

“Well Classic I can tell you that Chara doesn't like Frisk one bit. Chara is on your side, so there is that. You can also blame the askers for this, one of us made the mistake of asking Frisk a question about the multiverse.”

“Well, I’m glad to know I have one human ally in this world.” Classic muttered during the pause as he raised his hand and launched his attack. 

“Yes Nightmare! I knew you would get it! Told you that you're smart.”

“Thanks. I just wish I could tell him without being interrupted.” Nightmare said, glaring at Maxie as she shrugged innocently. 

“Nightmare, of course you are a good dad. You are better than my parents, although that is a low bar. I think you are great anyway.”

“Whatever you say.” Nightmare said, laying on his back as he retracted his tentacles. 

“So guys, how are you gonna keep the brat from loading so you can do this? You have to have a plan!”

“Every time they die, we’ll swap out. Keep them on their toes and curious.” Killer snickered, watching Frisk dodge the bones with masterful ease and boredom. 

“if your going to drain frisks DT wait out this timeline and ambush them the second they fall so they never get a save”

“That’s the plan. Get revenge, get a RESET, then drain them.” Dust whispered, eagerly waiting his chance to beat the brat into the ground and turn them into a red mush of flesh and broken bones. 

“frisk if humanity is evil why not kill all humans”

“I can’t save or load on the surface, the only reason I can kill all monsters is because I can save and load.” Frisk whispered, standing before Classic.

“Frisk stop it, you say humanity is cruel but look at yourself! You are showing the worst of our species and it needs to end. You can choose to be kind, you can choose to be the change you wish to see in others but instead you attack the people who cared about you? Stop and look at what you have become, there is so much better you could have done. Please, just stop hurting everyone.”

“I don’t care. I haven’t for a long time.” Frisk said, their eyes filled with bloodlust as they swung their knife at Classic, the punny skeleton grabbing their hands and throwing them across the room. 

“classic if you don't do certain things to not break script do you fall asleep on purpose at the end of the genocide”

“I do. I get completely exhausted, and the only way to get stronger in the time I’m given is something I’ve tried. Twice.” Classic said laughing at Frisk’s shocked face. 

“Though I mostly fake it nowadays, fighting the Dark Sanses really got me into shape.” Classic said, chuckling darkly as Frisk got up and charged. It was pathetic.  

“chara why do you let frisk reset at the end of genocide route if you dont reset for them they wont kill toriel asriel and flowey”

“Ḭ̴̯̚ ̵̼̥̇̀w̸͙̆o̴̻̖̅ù̷̮̞̉l̵̗̠͗̈́d̷͚̼̈́̽ ̴̡̘̚ḩ̸̘͌a��̯̒͋v̷̙̒ͅe̶͙͑ ̸̦͋ṡ̵̪͍t̴̖́̆o̶̭͍͊p̶͙͐p̸̯̩̐ê̷͚̕d̵̰̞͊͘ ̶̛͍t̴͎̫͊̽h̴̗̥̎e̴͐ͅm̸̖̔̿ ̶͓̄ī̸͎̀f̴̢̚ ̸̪͘Ì̸̢̇ ̴̰̓̚ͅc̸̣͊͝ǒ̸͓u̶̥͚͛l̵̯̃̉d̵̦̈́.̵̩̐” Chara said, small tears forming in their eyes as they held a breath they didn’t need to. 

“Hey Alt, sad to tell you that you're most likely right. Most Errors were never really shown much kindness in their multiverse, most have been tortured by the creators and even the other versions of yourself and your friends. Most Errors need a helping hand, and are too scared of being hurt more to actually accept it. Also there is the touch phobia most have, which is usually a trauma induced phobia in most people who have it so it makes sense Error would have it. So what are you going to do about your Error? Are you going to try to help him?”

“I’ve tried reaching out several times, I’ve apologized for using him like I did when we fought my Nightmare, and I leave him gift baskets with chocolate and sewing supplies. I think they’re working, he’s not as active, but I hope it’s not because of the creators in my world.” Alt said, looking at Classic. He was fighting the human

“Killer, Dust.... you are both precious little beans who love their new found family and will protect them with everything you have. I don't care what you say you are adorable!”

“No we are not.” They said in unison, they were barely audible over Frisk’s screams of frustration at Sans’ new patterns. Though they haven’t died yet. 

“Oh Stretch, you must mean the YandereBerry, yeah he is unsettling to say the least.”

“Ink genuinely made one, and then never made another. Everyone stayed away from our AU for a week after that incident.” Stretch said, shuddering at the memory. 

“frisk what do you think of jerry”

“I hate him as much as humanity.” Frisk said, their arm crackling and bones fragments grinding against each other as they swung their blade again. 

“I know those ships made you guys cringe but what they put other Red's through is worse. He gets shipped with everyone and everything, including(but not limited to) his brother, blue, the pet rock, classic, black, lust, horror, jerry(ew), and of lust.”

“Oh boy. Do not get me started.” Red grumbled, growling as he remembered one time Ink rambled on about all the ships involving him when he confessed to having a crush on Blue. It held a sour taste in his mouth as he didn’t know if it was fake or not, or if his feelings were fake or not. But he kept going as he was happy and no one was being hurt. 

“I feel bad for him, he really has it the worst.” Blue said, kissing him on the cheek or whatever the equivalent was. 

“He does, when I say everyone I mean EVERYONE. Every single sans has been shipped with him at least once, as have the papyrus's, he has been shipped with every monster in his universe and the kid. Red is in a lot of smut pieces, and it is kinda weird.”

“Yeah, it’s almost like he has a lot to choose from.” Black said, and Red’s eye narrowed at the sight of the promiscuous skeleton. 

“killer and dust so aren't you both technically from the classic timeline”

“We are.” They said in unison.

“Oh Black, how are you planning to win Blue over?”

“I will ruin Red’s reputation with scandals and swoop in to comfort Blue in his time of betrayal. Then I will set up many circumstances where he will be in danger and I shall save him. I will also gift him with many great items worthy of Blue’s magnificence!” Black said, whispering so no one would hear him. 

“Hey Frisk why don't you just talk to us for a minute and pay no mind to anything happening, you can just load if something happens anyway so no need to keep your guard up. Stop hunting down monsters and tell me a bit more about who you are, what is a few minutes?”

“A distraction. If better executed, it may have worked.” Frisk said, smirking. 

“Guys please tell me this plan of yours is gonna work, do not let this murder child into the multiverse. And Paps, I know you are the forgiving type but they need to be stopped, if they somehow get access to the doodlesphere there is no telling what they might do.”

“No kidding. They are determined, more so than any monster or human we know. It’s horrifying to know what they would do if they got access to the entire multiverse.” Papyrus said, sighing as he watched what was going on, it hurt even though he had watched several times. 

“I just want everyone to be ok.”

“So do I.” Papyrus said, shaking a bit.

“Yikes, Paps gave up on someone? I mean I get it, they are doing some pretty awful things just cause they can, not for any reason either. They don't have any reason to hurt anyone other than they can and they feel above consequences. Show them they are not, please.”

“With pleasure.” Dust said, watching Frisk fall down dead and swapping with Classic right as Frisk came back. 

Frisk wasted no time before they were stabbed in the arm. And then their other arm, and legs. With cries of agony they fell to the ground and Dust laughed. 

“Pathetic. This is what killed me millions of times? What drove me into insanity? Pathetic.” Dust said, as the kid got up and dodged. 

“Well, I’m going to admire watching you die.” Dust said, firing blasters at the kid who was much slower as they beld out.  

“So Error, your dad knows who you really are, or were... wanna try and guess? I mean you now know you were from a split off of the classic timeline so you should be able to narrow it down.”

“Out of everyone, the chances of them getting into the anti-void is slim, and Ink did entertain Geno as a possibility. And since I did hear a ‘G’ through the censor, I guess I was Geno. Meaning I had to watch them all go crazy at one point in time, though not Horror, he was before any Genocide.” Error said, shaking with rage. 

“Is geno helping too? with stopping the brat?”

“Hell yeah!” Geno said, he was in the save screen. He would be going last. 

“Error the ship with you and Ink is def a different multiverse. It is usually consensual and both are happy together in most cases. There are a few Yandere Inks but only a few. Error makes me happy.”

“Yandere and Ink are two words that shouldn’t be together. In any sentence. Ever.” Error said, shuddering at the thought. 

“Also I will admit to being a tad biased in favor of the Dark Sans's, but just a tad.”

“As are we! I hope that Frisk is murdered and never comes back!” Maxie said, and the other Creators cheered. 

“So Dream, Nightmare... what pranks can I help with?”

“The glitter prank.” Dream said and Red looked at him, and Dream turned away, snickering to himself. 

“Can't Error use his strings to capture Frisk's soul, like when he is destroying a universe so the kid can't just reset?”

“We could, but some souls have gotten out before. We don’t want to risk him escaping.” Error said. 

“Hmm, would be nice if you could somehow give Chara a second chance. They certainly deserve to be part of your family more than Frisk does. Chara still sees you all as their family.”

“They do? You can talk to them?! Oh my god.” Toriel said, falling to her knees as Asgore held his hand over his mouth.

“Well, it seems this is one big mess. Bigger than I thought.” Flowey said, looking at his former parents with an odd feeling.  

“See Nightmare, it is frustrating to not just be able to tell them the answer right? Stupid censoring.”

“It sure is.” Nightmare said, sighing. 

“Blue, what's in the flask? And don't deny having it, I know you do you naughty boy.”

“Whiskey. And I am once again unable to get to any level of intoxication. I might as well be drinking water!” Blue said, rubbing his temples. 

“Hey Alt's Error, you doing ok? The voices aren't being too cruel are they? If they hurt you I will fight them!”

“They’re fine.” He said, giving a very disgusted look. 

“error just out of curiosity aren't you and ink supposed to be there to keep balance in the multiverse”

“Replace Ink with the Creators and you have a correct statement. It used to be Ink and I but that, clearly, didn’t quite work out.” He said, rolling his eyes. 

“chara is a ghost like napstablook or mettaton so isn't it possible to make a body for him”

“It’d be possible to make one for her, yes chara is a girl. A lot of people get that wrong. But the ghosts of the Underground were born that way, they never died. So I’m not sure.” Alphys said, thinking.  

“error have you ever destroyed the classic timeline”

“Wouldn’t be here if I did.” Error said, watching a very morbid display on Dust’s end. 

“Well that’ll give me nightmares.” Error said, turning away.

“ok so if dust sans kills all the monsters i mean all the monsters getting him to level 19 he might be able to talk to chara maybe?”

“I occasionally see a wips of green and yellow. I assume that’s the kid, but I don’t have enough DT to actually hold a conversation with them.” Dust said, sighing. 

“toriel if you break script and cut the flowers that break the humans fall they will never be able to kill anyone since they died”

“I could do that, but there are other ways into the Underground, small caverns and holes on the mountain, and it’s better knowing where they will fall rather than not knowing where.” Toriel said, sighing.

“Hey Chara, is there anything you would like us to tell your parents? I want to help you!”

“Ṱ̷̠͔̲̭͍̩̩̑̀͠e̵͕̰͖̯͙̫̯̔͌̇̀̍̈́̋̂̉̏́̍͆͝ļ̸̹̙̲͖̗͈̟̰̝̀͑͒̚͝l̵̨̞͙̪̬̒̒̂̈͂̉͌̆̓̊̆͘͘ ̴͈̼̰̖̬̊̒́̓̾͋̂̊̚͝ẗ̸̡̧̮̝̹̘̟̰̪̤̰̖̪̝̦̋͂̆̈͜͜h̴̢͇̜̜͚̻̬͕̻̠̤̝̀̾̍̍̋͌̂͊͊̚͜͠ḝ̶̢̛̯̯͍͖̤̳̻̰͍̓̂͑͂̉͋̃́͂̐̕̕̕͝m̷̼͍͑͒͒̓̃ ̴̟̦͉̙̱̫̞̗̪̭̰̫͌͑͋̀͑̾̀̿̀͝͝ͅͅḮ̷̧̡̛̱̠̯̠̘̫̞̮͓̩̻̥̳̪̖̆̃̅̓̄̎̌̾̓̃̀̓͆̚̕͜͠'̵̨̰̹͕͍͎̻̺͍͈͇̿͗̍̉̓͠m̸̩̀̄̾͗̌̔͠ ̸̺͇̟̤̗̹̫̱͍̯̉̾̅̃̾͊̎́̌͝s̴͚͓̽̈́͑̓͐͊̈́̆͠o̵͔̖̠̥̫̓̓̀̀̈̆͑̒ṟ̸̛̩̞̺̝͖̳͍̘̪̗̣͇̇̂̿͛̔̒̒͛͑͐͘͘͠ͅͅr̷̢̻̜̬̬̟͔͇̭͓̺̺̱̜̹̪͗͊̓̒̏́̔͛y̶̧̼̮̦̞̭̙͚̺͆!̵̨̹͚́̏ ̷͕̹̘͔̰̜̞̯͚̇̑͑̅͊̈́̆͠T̸͎̤̎̄̕͝h̵͍̠͍̣̞̣̜̝̦̘͇͆̏̓̾̋̐̀̋̊̽͗͂̔͝a̷̬̱͎̰̐̾͑̒ͅt̸̡̢̛̝̳̠̗̖͙̺̩̖̣̤̙̐̀̐̽̽̄̿̾͌͗̍̅̇́͜ ̷̨̢̧̡̩̭̠̰͈̰͉̻̻͔̼̘̤͇̈́̑̉͂́̐̈͛̈́̽̃̇͌͝I̵̧̲͍͇͉̘̰̝̠̭͓͈̗̩̞̐̉̒̉͗̕͜'̷̨̨̡̺͇̯̮̮̞̘̰̫͓̑̄̈͐̒̄̊̉̇͋͘̕̕m̵̧͕̹̞̩̱̞͍͈͇̜͇͎̦̦͔̃̑̓̎̑͛̅̊̂̉̒̆̃̕͝ ̷͖͉̈̍̆͌̈̉̑́̏̈͆͊͠͝͝s̷̢̢̗͕̺̔̈́̂̐͐̆̉̏̐͘̕̚͝͝͠ò̴̡̢͓̗̪̝͔͈͚̣̋̒̽̓́͋͂̀̋͜͜͜r̸̲͓͎̠͍̀̂̕r̵̮̭̳̙̖͚͓̤̥͕͒̊̉y̸̡̨̗̼̳̦͖͔̖̟̱̙͎͖̆̆̊̍̐̉͌̽̾̒̔̎͘̕͠ ̶̧̬̟̝̏̍̒̈́̏̓̂̊̚͜f̴̢̨̨̺̰̬̰̤̪̫̮͚̣͎̖͑̃̈́͑͛̊͒͜o̷̢̒̓̀̇͒̅̓͝r̶̢͚̘̖̆̏̑̾͝ ̸̻̱͍̳̭̳̥̜̞̻̺͇̝̻̳͋̚ȩ̷̯͕̱͙͍͕̦̘̱̘͚̰̤̬̝́͑͗̋͝ͅv̸̖̬͎̍̉̃̅̚e̴̢͖͖͓͓̣͇̞͖̝͆͊̆̆͌̃͒̕͜͝r̴͕͚̣̯̻̰̭͉͍͓͇̭̐͛̋̀̀̐͜͜ͅỷ̶̘͊͛͌̆̃̒̏̐͛̀̒̀͝͝t̷̙̦̘̿̈̾͋͌̓̌͠ḩ̴͓̘̠̪̫͔͕̳̗͖͇̺̪̲̝̘̓į̴͇̘̗͆̓͋́̆̈́̉̑͗̏̐͒ņ̴̛̛̞̺̯̝̤̜͚̘͙̜̂̔͗͊̐́͂́͆̿́̍̚ͅg̸͈̠̈́́̀̑͠ ̶̧̩̻̰̠͎̍̑̾̀̌͆̈͂͋̓́̎̇ͅȧ̸̧̢̡̭͙̯̲̙͕̩̤̯̜̙̘̼̅͘͜n̴̡̛͓̘̺̹̠̲̔̍̍̅͗͆̍͐͛̄͆̈́̕͘͝d̶̰͇̱̩̫̻̝̝͍̓͜ͅ ̶̨̑̃̈͆͋̓̑̔̾̈̈͐̒͠I̴̢̡̤̦͇̜̳̖̦͙͖͕̖̱̠̬͈͎̊̂̆̇̑̂́̍́̉͑͑͝͠͝ ̵̮̳͔̩̩̙̇́̐͋͂̿̀̌͠͝͠ľ̴̨̧͈̫̏́̿̀̽̇͌͐̔́̈̽͘͝͝ǒ̴͉͔̫̙͖͇̟͑̋̋̂̂̅̉̒̀̇͂̎͆̄͝͝v̴̫͓͎͙̥̥̤̙͙̱͙̮͚͓̭̻̦̾̌̍̉ȩ̵̡̜̜̺̙̩̻̪̬̼̱͈̰͉̦̳̀̃̈͗͜͠ ̴̛̛̥͕̤͙̠̀͆̈́͂̐͊́͒͑̓̄̿͜͜t̴͙̆̓̊̚h̷̢̳̝̜̱̓́ę̵͓̳̫̲̼͈̲̬̟͉̗̈́̑͛͛̒̍̈́͜͝ͅͅm̷̧̛̺̻̱̜͚͔͕͖̳̭̬̫͍̩̩͌̈́̀́̀̑̅̈̏̄̿͌͆̀͘͝ ̸̨̧̛̪̮͚̯͚̖̗͂̊̾̄́̎͊̂̾̀͗͋́̎̚̚ͅm̷̡̳͚͓͈̦̙̯͕̫̫̺̥̳̱͖̂̎̅͆͊̈́͛̂̀͋̒̒̿͋͊̾̚͘ǫ̵̧͔͈̫̮͈͕͉̩͓̭͈̜͋́͠r̵̹̣̬̲͉͌̋̓̐̍̌̓̉̒̏͒̚̚͝ȩ̴̧̲̰̬̦͕̣̙̜͍̬̹͔̼̩̩͊́͒̈́̋̌̿͌̆̓̇ ̸̛̻̙̭̯̳̊̈́̈́́̓̿̆́̽́̿̊͗̈́̕͘̚ṯ̴͉͖̖̥̹̻͓̫͖͒̀̇̍̑̈́̓̊͂̇̀̑̃̌͝ḣ̴̢͔͔̣̼̥̲̫̤̍̓͑̇̇̂́a̸̝̠̖̯̬̔̃͌̑͛̋͘n̸͓̳̹͎̬͚̺̬̮̟̗̞̝͓̹͛̑̓̈́̎̋̈́͠ͅ ̴̺̠̰͇̣̩̐̂̅͌̉͋͘͝͝ạ̵͚̱̥̙̖̣̦͎̣͕̞̪̗̦̑͒͋̇̏̾͐̓̇́̃́͆́͠͝͠ņ̷͈̪̝̔̎͌y̶̰̣̹̰̰̰͚͙̯̮͙̼͕̩̻̘̦̓̑̑̍̀̅̀̍̀̇́̋͒̚͝͝͝ṯ̸̢̢̢̥̺̭͚̳̼̣̠̞̳͈̥̽̂̓͋̋̇͆́̐̀͂́̅͛̕͜͜͝͝ḩ̵̟̹͇͕̜̖̘͓̥͎̮̐͆̋̋͛͆̂̔̿ͅī̴̢̤͙̟̜̜̞̩̠̰̊n̶̨̛̖̹̗͉̜͕̟̔̂̽̔̅̍̐͛̃̀̀̾͘͝ǵ̷̡̧̨̣̗̻̬͉̗̯̋̑̐̈́̐̈͆̑̋͗̕!̷̧̬̪̜̟͍̯̲̞͓̪̤̅̓͗̂̌͘ͅͅ ̶̱̄̓͑͊͆͌̔͠T̷̢̛̤͎̲̰͐̔͛̈̂̃̀͊̌̔̌͒̓͘͝h̸̢̡̡̧̩̟̬̞͙̪̞̹̳͙͈̼̰̊͜ë̶̺͖̠̦͇̹̦́ỳ̵̨̪̟͇̲̻͈̗̠̪̰̆͒̊̇̈̈̈́̌͌̆'̵̠͎̋̽̏́̽͒͠r̶̡̧̢̨̢̮̹͇͇͉̞̼̼̃̏̉ę̵̮̫̜̥̭͉̰̫̩̇̓̐͘ͅ ̷̨̤̯͇̠̯̽͒̓͂͛̅̈̑̇̀͛̓̅͘͝s̸͖͓͎̞̻̑ṯ̶͖̊̈́͌͝i̶̛̯͓͓̦̫̽̑͗͐́͌̏́͜͝l̷̢̛̪̜͙̭̬͚̓̓̈́̾̅̄͊̊̎̕͜l̸̨̛͕̭̰̥̬̱̀̅̄̍͆̑̄̓̏̊̈́͑̐̿̚̕ ̶̖͖̺̠̺̤̺̬̭̫͓̠͛̎̒̓͂͆͋͌̎̓̍̏͜͝ͅm̸̨̡̹͎͖̅͗͜y̵̢͎̫̲̼̏ ̶̛̝̉́̓̕f̴̡̠̹̿̃ȁ̶̢̨̪̦̮̜͉̘̘̪͉̟̠̟̱̜͈͓͂͒̄͋̐̒̿̐̓̇̈́͌͝ḿ̷̢̨̪̫͙̦͙̖̣̲͈͙͑̔͒̄́́͠ͅi̸̧͓̮̪̋͐͆̎͗̂̽̀͐l̷̜͓̞̗̙̤̟̯̦͉͓͍̰̲̖̞̓́͑̂̏̏͊̅̏̍̈́͑̔̋̂̕͝ÿ̸̡͙́ ̸̜̗̭̼̟̭͖̫́̑͜ͅa̵̦̾̐̾n̶̮͖̝͒̾̾̓̎̌̑͐́̔̽̚͠͠d̷̛̙̏͗̉̔̈́̒͑̍̈́̊͌̐̀͋̈̊͝ ̷̨̡̛̦̤̣͕́̉͗͘Í̴̭͖̝͍̜̗̦̀ ̶̨̩̥͙̭̙̹̪͇̠̩̦̳̩͚̣̔̃̑͐̽̃͐̋͝ͅl̴̨̛͉̯̬̲̜̼̼̣͔̣̳͕̎͐̎̃̆͆̍̇͌̄̕ͅō̶͉͔̯͈̳̠̯̤̹̖͌̆̋̅́̍͋̋͐͗̿͗̕͝͝v̸̡̧͎͕̜̘̓́̄̄̀̊̑ḙ̵̛̘̳͇̾̉̐͑͒̎̈́̍̋̕̕ ̸̱̊̾͐̾̃̀̓̐̎́̽̒͘t̶̡͔̬͔̯̠̬͙͇͈̰̤͒̔̋̇̽̑̽̎̔̈́̑͘͝ḩ̸̙̭̘͓̗̪̪̃e̵͖̙͈͙̥͓̦̹͙̾̌͗̆̿̀̉͌̐̉́̾͑̿̚͠m̷̤̩͙̬̰̘͖̞̠̦̉̈̀͐̃̊̉̐͝͝ ̷̢̧̞͈̋͌̈́̉̍̔͘͠s̵̼̣̦͕͈̻̍̈́́͐̀͌ö̸̦̒͗͗ ̷̧͓̮͇͒̆̄m̵̢͔͈̲̰̍̑͆̆͌̃̓̇̓̓͆͆͠͠͝û̶̠̩͔̻͎̘̠̥̲͎̉͂͘c̶̖͕͈̤̼̝̭͙̩̦̭̲̟̫͕̬̼̊̍̇͌͆͋̓̇̀͛̈́̚͠ͅh̵͈̜̣͈͓̑͑̅̌͒̉͌̑̀̔̚!̶̨̩͔͉͔̎̐̿̐̾̇̓̂̎̾̕͘ͅ ̶̛̘̗͚̝̭͚͉͂̂̐͗̉͋̈́̆̂͝͝͝T̴͓̦͙͍̋̄̉̾͊̐̌̓̏̾ͅe̸̱̘̥̼̟̒̈́̊͑l̶̦̬͋͛̆̅̈́̊̓͊̎͜l̷̡̟̘͇͓̙̻̝̞̯̙̙͕̘̥̈̌̓̀̽ͅ ̴̢̠͈͓̹̱̬̫͙̰̻͕̘̓̄̈́̚F̴̛͓̠̪̑̿̏̔͑̊͌̈́͋̽͝͝l̴͉͇͋̓̀̀̉̋͗́̎ȍ̷̡͈̳̗͓̈́́̊͑̎͐̕w̶̪͙͌̎̇̽͑̉̿̉͊̾͠e̷̡̨̢̧̝̘͈̮̲̦̳̘̤̳͇̱̲͑͑̌̏̿͐̇͊̚͝ý̶̡̢̬͈̦̯͓̠̋͊͠ ̸̨̡͍̱͈̻̲̱̩̳̤̲̟͂͑͒̽̎͑͂̕͝ͅͅI̶̢̜̲̲̖̰͙͎͖̣̭̭̠̭͖̠̊̀͘̚'̷̛͎̫̳̲͂̅́͛̆̂͗̔͐̀̅̔̌̕͜m̸̭̲͉͙̤͎̣͖͖̙̦̻̻͔͉̿̇̔͒̒̍̀̑̄̈́͆͝ ̴̡̡͓̝̖̫͇̠̺̙͉͎̻̻̬̋͋̾̈͑͜ṣ̷̡̡̧̯̣͎͎̹͈͈̬̞̮͆̄̑́̌̔̽̎͗̉̒͝ͅo̶̧̨̠̱̭̮͚̻̪̖̝͂͂̔̍̾̈̾͋͜͜͠͠ͅ ̶̧͇͍̩̞̖̖̽s̵̳̓̈́̃̚̚ǫ̸̞̞̼̟͚͉̻͈͕̮͖̈́̌͒̈͂̚͜r̸̥̝̦̯̙̲͛͛̄̅̐̍̊̿͘͜͝ͅr̶̰̫̒̉̂͆̿̓̀̏̕̕y̸̢̡͖̠̯͍̟̹̩̣̱͈̝̰̟̩̬̯̾ ̷̢̛̰̩̪̰̌̈́̉̓̓̒̊͂̉͂̈̀̕ͅa̴̡̨̧̖̤̬͕͓̎͌͆̈̓̈́͒̋̽͆̚͘͝n̶̬̹͆̐̋͌̃́̊̓́̂͒͘͠ḍ̷̬̀͒͂̿͆͒̈̐̃̽̄̒̓̊͠ ̶̱̺͓̼̮̥̳̦̤͍̊̆̈́̉̀̒̅̑̌̂̅̕̕͠t̶͖̰̺́̉̚e̵̢̧͎̘̘̖̹̬̣̲̖̪͂̄l̵̙̈͌͒̏̈͂͘l̶̨͇͙̮̼̳̎ͅ ̵̛̙̙͙̪͓͖̝̐͂̅̏̄͒̀̈́̂͂̒̀̆̈́̔̌͝M̶̳̟͇͓͓͔͎̘̤̘͉͛̈́̀̂͋̔̿̍o̴̡͔̰͕̘̪̻͉̙͇͎͕̠͗m̴̢̟̟͋͊͂͆̏̔̐̓̊́̇̇̉̕̕ ̶̛̛͙̘̑̽̀́̃̈́͌͐̂̂͒͘ṱ̴̛̩͖͕͙͕̣̖̳̖̮̲͉̮̲͖̾̅͊̊͑̋́̆̚͘͘ḩ̴̦̠̙̦̩̦̝͍͇̖͚̞̫́̑̋́͐̍̀͋͒̈́͆̔͐̏͆̌͝͝ͅa̶̡͍̦̲͉̗̻̞̺̪̮̗̼̹̋́́̔̍̀̎̽̓͑̒̐͊͘̚̕̕͠ͅţ̶͉̠̬͉̗̭̱̭̩̫̈́̽̈́͜ͅ ̶̢̨͈̤͈̙̻͙̫̰͓̽͂̆̇͌͑͒̿̎̊̈͗͆̃̃͝Ĭ̸̞͇̓͑͊̇̆̕͠ ̴̨̛̜̩̬̖̬͎̥̳͖̯̝̞̗̰̬͑̿̇̀͊̇̏̌̓̆̀̓̈́͊̚͜͠l̵̤̭̞̰͛͘ͅͅò̵̡̧̨̢̼͍͎͎̞̬̩̭̣̺̤̜̉̾̒̌̌̽̀͊͝v̸̮͔͚̹̬̅̈́̑̌̅̒ē̸̢̧̢̻̺͍̜͈͕̼̰͓̲̻͔̪̼̉̇́̑̈́͊͐́͆̓̿̚̚͠ ̷̢̧̨̛̦͙̞̗͈̭͇̼̹̘̙̺̤̲̑̾̉̈́̐̒͜h̷̛̫̠̬̣̺͎̟̩̟̘̅̈̓͑̍̉̾̒̇ͅͅę̷̫͖̣͎̪̖̱̫͍̫̦͈̯̙̞̎̒̈́͛̏̾̽͑ͅr̸̢̨̭͍̫̓̑̋̾̈͋̀͌̉̓͂̉̐͝ ̵̮͍͇̬͚̙͎̖͖͓͖͔̞̹͎́͠a̷̠̓̓̐̑́͂̀n̸̼̯͕̞͔̂̊̍̈́̇̀͒͐̓͝ḍ̷̨̝̩̝̲̅͂͑̉̄̽̌͊̑͠͠ ̶̛͙̭͔͍͒͆̈́̒̈́̽̈́̈́̽͝h̴̛̝̫͕͎͚̭̪̪͐̂̚͝ë̴̡̧̧̨̺͖̭̰̟̯̻̟͛͛̓͛͛̂̀́̈́̋͗̚̚͜͝͠͝ͅŕ̴̡̼̳̰͚̱̫̩͓̃̍͂̽̓̃͐̅̀͌̄̍̌ ̴̨̨̖̟͖̰͉͉̖̪̫̙̝͛͑̈́̉̆̕̕͝͝p̵̹̣̤̻͈̩̅i̴͖͚͌̔̽́̐͘ę̵͚̩̬͉͖̖͔͎̜́̓̓͂̐̈́̃̚͝ͅ,̸̧̰̬̳̭̦͔̥̬̪̮̹̽̋̓̋̽̉̄̈͌̇͗͛͌͘͠͝ ̷̛̹̻̝̠͉͚̗̎́́̾̈́͛̉͊͌̓̚ͅä̷̮̲̤̟̯̼̰̙͖̼́̊͂̆̄̊̈́̒͗͗͒͗̔̏̍͘̕ņ̵̡̧̧̞̦̹͕̱̪̥̤̰́̊̒̉̑͘͘̕͘͝͝ḑ̶̡̯͇̱̼͇̼̆̎̒̃̌͛́͑͑̏̄͘͠͝ ̸̨̩͕̣̻̾̃̕t̶̲̑̄̏̍̆̅̌̀̐̊͂ḙ̴̛̬̙̤͉̃̈́̈̅̐̌̋ḽ̸̡̛̛͖̹̘̙̩͚̫̾̃̉͑͆͜l̶̦̲̋̌ ̴̢̠̖͓̻̟͔̲͎̤̳̊̋̿̅̑̋̊̈́̔̉͒͒̄̋͝Ḑ̶̧̫͇̘̭̤͛̎à̵̖̥̝̫͇̯̘̞̜̳̙͈́͜d̵̡͚̗̪͖̬̫̬̠̙̮̬̬̪͉̟͕̽ ̴̲̰̼̣̱̺͊̔̓͐̎͜t̶̛͈͖̩̳͓̦̰̘̯̪̣̑̀̔̄͂͆̕͝ḩ̷̢̜̺͙̤̩̭̲͇̦̫̀̉̍́́͛́̀̉͋͛͜͜͝͝ạ̸̦̖͇̜͛t̵̨͈̰͙̘̙̮̦̠͚͕̻͕͓̬͚̬̋̀̄͗͊̑̏́̊̑̆̐̏̀̉̏͝͝ͅ ̶̢̛̛͔̱̮̼̹͍̖͈͓̱̫͎͔̺̰̣͍̔̔͗͝I̵̲͆̇̐́̌̽̄̃͊'̵̨̡̢̥̻͉̫̲̝̖̗̳͚͓̦̻̉́̈́̾̋̿̿͒͜͝m̵̨̱̺̙̠̠̞̯͍̝̦̱͖͎̗̪͈̙͐̋̅̀̅̋̚ ̷̝̞̬̣͍̟̫͇̺̞̐͌͋̀̾̚s̴̢̟̹̲͙̻̗̯͕̳͇̟̝͓̖͂̋̈́̐́̈́̎̿͋̍̈̿̽̄̑̊̀͘͜ͅo̴͖͖͉̝̣̳̗̞̰͓̣͋ ̶̱͎̻̦̮͚̠̦̲̭̜͒̌̓͑͋́̎̏̒̑̕̚͝͠s̸̺̼̯͎͎̞͓̞͇͐ͅo̷̩̥͔͑r̷̡̥͔͖̥̝̹̙̞̈́͂̑́͌̿͂̋͊̐́̽͊́̚̕̚r̴̛͖͎̥͎̝̍̀̀́́̊͊̏̀͌̂̂̄̅̚͝ͅy̶͙͒̀̂͠ ̵̛̦̥̬͉̻͕͙̩͆͌̂͛f̴̛̯̼̫̯̙͍̱̫̩͚̬̜̣͎́̍̒̅͒̏̒͗̿̆̀̑̚̚o̸̢̢̻̞̗̖͉͎͎̠̼̟̳̹͕͓͐̌̄̃̆̂͋͊͑̾̑̒͑͒̄́͜ŗ̸̢̧̦̤̮̼̩̩̄̍̌͊̈́̓͑̚͜͝ ̶̪̖͉̠̘̙͈̬͇̠͙͍̙̽͑̏̐̓̍̾̅̅̂͑̌̃̕͝͝ͅp̶̙̥̻̬̗̿̍̌̐̀o̵͉̙̞͗̅͛͛̍͋̾͒̐͐͒͛̋̂͜i̸̛̮̬͂̎̅͌͆̊́̎͐̏̑̚͘͠s̵̡̛͍̠̹̥̼͕͖̖̗̜͍̪̥̪̖̰͛͂̾̈́̅̉̐̈͐͘͠͝ơ̸̬̏̃̓͒́͛̾͂̀̋̎̏͑̚͠ṅ̵̟̮̜͇͚̰̼̈́͗̀͑î̸̗͍̼̯̤͈͒̾͊̈́̉̆̓͠ņ̴͇̟̪̓̍̈́͌̀̍̔̔̽̽́̑́̋̅̽̕͝ǵ̸̢̡̢̯̦̹̝̠̱͍͖͓̠̬̲̿ ̴̛̳̗͈͉̳͉͚̥̭͎̞͐̈́̒̊͊̒̏̃̇͋̂̈́͂̚͝ͅh̸̢̞̭̙̝̲͉͇̼̪̝͕̭̜̦̙͎͂͌͊̊̚į̵̧̢͈͚̩͉̳͈̩̼̦̝͈̟̘͉̀͊ṁ̵̨̛̳̬̰͎͖̻̬̜͇͓͔͍̠̣̀̈́̀̉̋̔̏͒̓͛̐͂̕̚͘͜ ̴̢̨̛͙̪̺̱͍͚̃̍͌̂̃̃̎͑̕w̶̧͍͖̘̥̎̈́̽͐͐́͒̐͛̈̽̏̊̉̀͛ĩ̴̤͓̫͙͛̉̿́̏̆̂̚t̸̠͎̫̱̮̳͈̪͓̝̜̖͒͋̾͘̕͘̚ȟ̸̢̜̭̜̖̖̪̲̺̏̆̆̆͂͗͂̿̃̏̈͗̇̚͠ ̸̡̨̨̱͚͕̣̞̫̫͕̭̝̖̒́͜ͅt̸̡̛̛͓̞̞̱̤̳̝̼̍̉̎̉̓̋̔̒͂̉͗̂̕͠͝h̵̳̠͆͆͆̀̊͐̏̀͝e̵̬͍͓̘̎̿͜ͅ ̶͇͎͖̊f̵̡̡̢̛̛̰͔̼͇͔̫̳͕̤̥͕̩̎͊͗͐͑̓͊́̃̊̇̒͘̕͠l̵̡͙̮̪̪͍͎͚͊̂̅̑͌͛̂͝ọ̵͖͍̺͉̌͛̌̏̈́̍̅̀̍̚͝w̶̨̡̝̪̬͍̤̪͚̙͚̱̣̋̾̃̈́͆͜e̷̬͖̾̏̓͒̀̊̋͆͋̂͒͊̽͆͝͝͠r̸̞͎͚̙͇͇̭̄͆̀̑̊͛̔́̀͝s̵̨̲̞̻͙̪̫͉̭͇̫̮͇̣̼̾ͅ.̸̢̯͕̬̤̹͉͚̬͚̮̫̟̪̺͐́̏͋̈́̿͝ͅ ̶̛̀̓̍̾̏̽͐͌̎͜͝I̷̲̦̺̼̻͐̀̌̉̀̉̆̓̉̏̄̋̐̄̎̊͑̍ ̴̞̃̐̆̋̓̎̈́̀͊̊̏̇͘͘w̵̪͓̳̱̥̗̼̠̮̓̈́́̓̈͒̉̆̒̉͘ö̶̡̯̬͕̳̬͓̜̗͖͖̺̞̼͕́͑̐̇͂̓͐̿̄̌̍̍̈́̑̌͊́̚ü̴̜̘͈͚̣͇̙̹̥̟̣͂̀̀͗̎͘͜͜l̶̡̛͍͓͓͕̾̽̇̈́̀̃̀̑̈́͌̉̕̚d̶̢̪̹͕͍̼͎͊̌̉̾̔̀̄̈'̶͓͖̪̑͒̄͆͆̋̍̈́͑̚͘͜͝v̸̢̡̧̮̝̜̜̫̮̭̬̲͈͖̲͙̈́͋̿̈́̏́͐̂̊̕̚̚e̵̯̺͎̯̩̻͒̔̀̚͠ͅ ̵̙̻͍̘̖̩̞̈́̒̊̀s̴͓͍̗̺̍̀̅͜t̷͇̞̹̮̞͂̋̇̓̃̅̈́̉̚̕͠o̴̢̼̗̤̞̤̳̘̳̫͌̐͐̈́̓͗́͊͌͆̉͘͝p̴̡̛̤̱̪̞̆͒͑̈̀͒̔̔̂̄̈́̚͘͠ͅp̵̨̡̨͉͉̲̦̲͖͎͔̤̯̜͖͕̬͓͗̔̌͛̈̂̈́͝e̸̤̫̪̫̭̲̝͎̰̓̆͊̒̍̀͛̓͑̇̄̒̚͘͜͝ḑ̷̻̙̜̠̯͖͍̦̼͍͛̌͛͊̈́̎̐̋̒͗̕ ̴̺͕̑́͌͗̓ț̸̺̞̤̘̱̯͙̺̏̋̈́̈́̊̓̔͋͆̅̓̐h̷̰̮͈͓̮͐͝ȉ̴̟̲̤̣̳̙̗̹̟̬̠̪̇̋̌̎̓̎̒͆̎̏̈́̕͜͝s̸̞͙̭̜̺͑͗̍̓͊̀̾̅̈́̈͘̚͜͜ͅ ̵͚̤͍̝̮͓͙̻̗̳̬͇͇́̈́͛̃͛͜i̶̧͙͕̦̬͓̦̺̻̺͔̗̗͌̍́͑͒̾͌̒̽̈́̂́͛̿̑̎̐͜ͅf̸̡͉͇̯̗͎̤̻̼̓͗̓͠͝ ̴̼͍̙̪̹̤̟̻͕̬̳̀͜ͅİ̶̢̱̣̲̫̙̩̘̠̫̭͒͒̑̊͝ ̴̧̛̱͓̫̯̰͎͇̺̑͐̆͆̉͒̀̽͆ͅc̴̬͎̖̘͍̣̗̯͚̱͇͚̮͓̐̎̈́͘͝ô̵̡̫̣̩͇̮͚̝̙̱̐͌͑͗͝u̸̧̨̙͕͓̣͔͕͇̪͎̖̘̝͙̤̼͂́̈̑̉͗̚l̵̡̛̼̦̘͉̺̺̗̭̻̜̤͛͛̎̈͌̒̍͂͐͑̀͘̕͝͠ḑ̶͎̻͍̪̱̅̒̋͗̄̿͑̋̐̽͑̐͊̎̍͘͘͝!̵̡̻͔̹̮̬̫̜͑̆͂͛͋”

Chara sobbed as they squeezed their arms and sat on the ground, attacks phasing through them as they watched the fight helplessly. 

“Frisk, buddy, pal, amigo, friend, my compadre... Are you sure you wanna mess around with multi-verse stuff? I don't think the other Skelebros are gonna take your threat lying down.”

“They’re nothing compared to me.” Frisk said, cackling like the maniac they were. 

“How much therapy is Red gonna need after learning someone wrote smut of him and Jerry?”

“No amount of therapy will ever make this moment ok.” Red said, whining as Blue gave a very pouty look at where the sound was coming from. 

“Wait I just realized Maxie forcibly hugged Error just to mess with him, that is messed up. You ask and respect his no, the guy has a touch issue. Don't bully the Error!”

“He’s been getting better, and I rarely do it. And I’m not that mean to him, Nightmare would find a way to kill me if I did.” Maxie said, pointing at Nightmare as he agreed. Not looking up from his spot on the ground. 

“Nightmare, what are you and the rest of the multiverse going to do during the fight with Frisk?”

“We’re on standby in case they need help. But they’ve got this.” Nightmare said, 

“Frisk, why do you hate humans so much? Did your family hurt you? Did you have a family? why betray the nicest souls you may ever meet? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?”

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Frisk said, small tears welling up in their eyes as they tried to killer Dust. 

“Let me make one thing clear, Error better not get hurt or I will raise hell.”

“As will everyone.” Nightmare said, smirking. 

error do you watch undernovela in this version of the multiverse?

“Yes I do. It is amazing.” Error said, winking as he smiled. 

“error what do you think of people who ship you and ink”

“I’m sure it’s ok in alternate multiverses, but I will forever see them as weird.” Error said, walking up to face Frisk. 

“to sans frisk and chara what do you think off your respective stronger than yous”

“I like it.” Classic said, “I actually listen to it every now and then.”

"̴̠̣̉͒F̵̩̆̿̿r̶̦̹̭̄i̸̡̫̖̩̞̐͗s̶̤̗͎̼̪̆͘k̶̳̘͌̎ ̸̞̙̪̱̓͝a̵̞͑͑n̸̺̹̭̽̊̆̎̕͜ͅd̷̤̰̒͘ ̵̱̓̀̉I̵̖͕̖̓ ̶͖̤̙͙͆̄n̸͖͕͐̒̋̂̇ë̴̻́̏ë̸͖͍̦͜͜d̸͔̩̠̿̒ ̴̥̪̣͙͑̋t̸͍̰̱̲̅̽̈́̚͜͠o̸̮͒ ̵̹̭͓̠͒s̶̼̀̐͗͆͌w̷̤̬̳̱̗̽̄a̵̖̻͇̳͛͐͘p̵̪͔̒͆ ̸̢̊s̶̮̎̕̕o̸̟̘̹̹͊n̷͉̭̩̲̘̐̿͊g̷͙̗̑s̵̗̭̠̉̐́̇.̴͉̭̠̀̿͐̈́͂ ̵̡̻̘̩͔͂́͋͌T̸̗̋̓̇̈͝h̵͙̠̭̪̾̂̈͒o̶̻̖̳̓̈́̽̂̿ȗ̵͎̤̪̺̈́͘͠g̶̡͎͋͂h̷͖͍̏̾̾̿͝ ̷̙̥̼͇̓́s̵͖̙̈́́̈́̀̕į̶̖͎̰̾̅ṋ̸͖̟̈́͘c̶̠̜͇̖͐͊̈́͘͝ę̷͛̿͝͠ ̵̧̙͍̲̐̾t̸̟͑̄h̷̬̳̬̩͓̉͒̾̐ẽ̵͍̗͉̩̇̀y̵͉̺͎̒̿ ̴͇̩̭͗͊͐̾͜ò̷̫͈͙͉̓̎ͅn̷̦̤̟͓̈̌͘l̸̨̘͈̱̎y̷̥͆̄ ̶̥̭͓̲̔͗̂̊̈́ȩ̶̻̊͌v̷̜͙̠̝͂̿ȩ̸̛̦͓̞͛̄͘ȑ̴̪̗̪͋̃͝ ̸̖̭̜̏̍͠m̵̟̥̲̈̃̋̕e̸̛̺͉͎̝̼͐̅̑̕ę̷̡̼̭̰͊͒̃̾t��̟̰͎̪̬͋̔ ̸̩̒m̶̢̛̟̤͓̠͆̒̚͠e̷̡̢̯̹̐̍̀ ̵̫͍͉͑̇̈́a̸̦͠t̷̛̻̙̝͇͔̓͐̉̚ ̵̜̬͈̰̟̌ṃ̷̗̞͎̾y̸̝̻̳̱͐͒̉̎ ̷̝̇͒͂w̴̙̣͚̞͒͛̊ȏ̴̧̞̞̣̓̕r̶̥͆ͅͅs̴͇̞̐̀̏͑̉͜t̶̳͠,̴͕̰̞͂̓̀͠͠ ̴̢͍̲͒͌̈́I̶͔͇͍̅ͅ ̵̨̥̼͒͆̓͠ç̵̗͇͚̈a̶͓̘͍̥̍̾̀̓͝n̴̬͍̞͈͐́̄̚͠'̴̞̑́̑̊͠t̸̥̙̔̊̈ ̴̢͚̟͆̀́̓͝b̴̢̛͕̦̎̄̀l̴͍̄a̸̛̻͇͇̲͋̆͠m̷̖̳͍̠̈͑e̶͈̩̅ ̵͇͇͖̜̖̓̌t̷͓͍͖̖͛̋̂̍͘ḧ̸̖́̋e̶̲̦̐̆̂̉́ ̶̰̈́̓̀ẅ̵̡͖͖͍̯̃̆̄͠r̴͓̪̥͍̐̎i̶̙̲̗̮̘͊̕͘t̴̗̳̫̏ȅ̸̜̞͑r̸̛̪͕̞͓̣̊͐̒̕s̴͚̿̊̑̋.̵̖̩̼̟̿̅̋ ̴̪̗̀͊̈́Ť̸̼̼h̶̛͖͖̝͌͠ḛ̸̉̒̈́͋̕ỳ̵̝̾̓̾̋ ̵͚̠̂̔ș̴̛͙͇̗̉̌̕̕o̶̦̯͆͑̇̔n̴͔͎̽̅̎g̵̮̗̖͆s̷̟͈̹͔̖̓̚͝ ̷̯̥͚̤̅a̴̡̙̻͓̕̚r̷̡̡͓̩̀e̸͙̙̾̍ ̷̮͗̑̈́̄ŗ̴̂́͘ȩ̴̲̗̝̹̀̾̏͑̄ã̶̻̘͛̈̾ͅl̷̖̲͙̈̄͗͝l̸͙̠̎̇̐y̸̨̻͍̻̾͝ ̶͓̹̓g̵͍̙̃̔ͅợ̶͍̙͐̚o̴͎͍͔̎̐d̸̢̺̄́ ̶̦̱̣̳̎̇͠t̶̲͓͒̀̈͋h̴̢̥̠͈̣̀̈́̽̅o̷̡̧͖̔̋̐u̸̙͐͐̅͒g̷̺̖̘̬̀͑̎̕h̶̹̦̳͔̾͐͌.̴̟̉̉̑͝"̴̢̛̼̞͊̉͋͛ 

Chara said as they smiled at Frisk’s miserable state.

“frisk what do you think of tEMMIE pls stop kill tem”

“Temmie is an annoying abomination.” Frisk said, looking at Error as they grinned.

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Spite!Tale, my new AU

SPITE!Tale

*you wake up falling.

*you remember very little.

*What's my name?

*Frisk. It's fitting.

*You meet a kind monster.

*They take you in.

*You leave, entering a snowy forest.

*Walking past trees, you meet a skeleton.

*You meet his brother.

*You go on.

*You find lands of darkness, waterfalls, magma, and a castle.

*Many friends were made.

Fish people, a dinosoaur, and many more.

*You fought the king, and convinced him to favor kindness over death.

*You fought an aabomination, and brought peace. You SAVED your friends and did it all again, just to make them happy.

*And again.

*And again.

*You grow tired after countless runs.

*You want to try something new.

*You go through the Underground, dusting all who came near.

*You got to the Judgement Hall.

You fought Sans, yet were slaughtered time after time.

*50 tries.

Anger.

*100 tries.

Rage.

*150 tries.

Spite.

*Your soul is full of hatred, no longer DETERMINATION, but SPITE.

*You are tired of thid charade, you want it to restart.

*You reach deep inside yourself to pull together a FULL RESET.

*You go through again, SAVEing all you can.

*You defeat Asriel, and reach the SOULS.

The SOULS are dark, not unlike yourself.

They tell of the horrible things Asgore, The Royal Scientist before Alphys, and even the Royal Guard has done.

The First Soul, Chara, was there too, trapped with the other SOULS.

*Patience has become Sloth.

Bravery turned to Naivety.

Integrity has transitioned to Narcissism.

Justice turned to Vengeance.

Kindness has shifted to Pity.

Perseverance is now Stubborness.

*All the monsterseft the underground, free.

--ONE MONTH LATER--

Sloth: Chara, I need your help with something!

Chara: Infinity it!

*We all live together.

*Any questions?