#like the charas r very expressive and well drawn...

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ive been thinking abt this but i think 1 reason the crown princess scandal is worth reading is the art is so good...

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underverse forgotten worlds Chapter 1: Incomplete worlds

* The seven souls universe (Created by me) *

a long time ago the real scientist WD Gaster, from the 6 souls that he had tried to create a seventh artificial soul, the intention was to get the monsters out faster, 3 years ago the last child fell silent and Gaster had very little hope of another human will reach the sub floor.

So I create a machine capable of extracting some determination from each soul, a little from each would be able to artificially create a seventh soul

Gaster managed to create a blank artificial soul, without any particular trait, using the determination drawn from other souls, but even if it was made with determination traits, it was not "DETERMINATION" it was just a blank soul

A container...

Gaster tried for days, weeks, months, trying to make some trait compatible with a blank soul, but nothing worked.

The scientist became more and more desperate, he was moving away from everything and everyone, until one day, he decided to lock himself completely in his laboratory

His being was filled with frustration and hatred, the more the days passed and without progress he thought "I hate humans" "I hate this" "because nothing works !!?"

he didn't want to fail, so gaster thought of a trait. the 6 souls had positive traits

Justice, kindness, integrity, patience, courage and perseverance

then gaster thought that if he could not artificially create a soul with good traits, he would create one with negative traits, this would be the counterpart of the 6 souls and since there are 7, they would be in perfect balance and would have the power to leave.

So he used his own hatred that he had towards humanity in order to fill the soul with pure monster hatred

4 hours concentrating his hatred and using his magic to get to fill that blank soul

and finally after so much effort, I achieve it ...

A black soul with red edges, Gaster had created an artificial soul, but when he tried to contain it in a container to take it to Asgore, it began to act violently moving around and hitting Gaster

Gaster very defensively realized that that soul did not have hatred towards humanity, if it had all kinds of hatred for anything living

The attempt to do as much as possible to contain that soul was very powerful and at the same time too unstable.

In the end she managed to contain it in a special container for herself, it was with Asgore saying that she was sorry for everything and that she did not achieve any progress

She never told her that if she managed to create another soul for fear that she would use that soul with the other 6

Gaster realized it was a mistake, since that soul was so unstable despite technically counting as a full soul

long after ... frisk a girl fell underground, released the monsters and humans and monsters lived together for many many years

more than 500 years together ...

something that the monsters noticed were, the 6 souls

after the death of frisk due to old age, a few days later another carrier of determination was discovered, along with 6 other carriers of the other 6 souls who disappeared a long time ago

every 100 years when the 7 carriers of the 7 souls died, they reincarnate instantly in other humans

Although humans die, those 7 souls never do

Humans cannot use or do magic like monsters, but the 7 wielders are capable of magic and even summon special weapons for themselves

* many years later, in the seventh reincarnation of souls in the year 601X *

Some explorers went to Mount Ebott to explore and find out how monsters lived so long ago, among the ruins of the laboratory they found a destroyed door, and found deep inside the contained soul of hatred.

Without knowing what it was, they tried to open the container, they were teenagers, let's say they didn't have the best ideas either ...

and this would be her worst idea .......

when opening the container the mistress acted very aggressively, taking a grotesque form at times and attacking them in a violent and bloody way

the explorers died with an expression of terror and pain the soul was very unstable and he realized that if he wanted to continue, he needed "a container" the explorers were shattered and unrecognizable, for which he began to float underground

until he reached the ruins, when he floated by there he saw a lot of golden flowers, and he felt that under those flowers there was a complete container, although very decomposed

* it was the place where once, the queen buried her adopted daughter when she died ... *

* it was the grave of chara *

The soul planted itself as if it were a seed and went down until it reached Chara's body.

* a few minutes later * a dark hand completely came out of the ground *

* a silhouette like a girl rose among the golden flowers *

the soul found the perfect container, but now it was a little weaker, along with its hatred for any form of life, the massacre of humans and monsters would begin, it had no reason, or it could even think.

it was simply a creature that killed for sheer pleasure

angel a boy who was the reincarnation of determination, he really was not the strongest, angel had the power to die and appear at his point of appearance, angel only got to use this in true emergencies, and he himself accepted that he would die of old age

being someone quiet, a bit distant, but a good friend that his weapon, unlike the other incarnations, was a pistol instead of a knife

But ... when the soul of hatred came out and began its massacre, Angel was losing this power, the soul of hatred also had traits of determination and having a body, technically it was another soul, but there could not be 2 souls with it determination traits so the power to upload angel file

was completely blocked, and could be killed, but hatred now was who had this ability

the only way to kill hate now would be by trapping it in a loop until it surrendered, but it was truly determined to kill every living thing

Angel evacuated everyone from the area and asked her friend Janel who was the reincarnation of the yellow mistress that if he did not return, they would not give up.

 but in the end...

all died before their hands ... hatred completed their mission to exterminate humans and monsters

but it wasn't enough, now that I could load the file, I could, start over ...

over ... and over ... and over and over, for as long as he wants

[2300 genocidal routes later]

hatred wanted something more than kill, wanted a rival something that put a greater challenge on it

so much time passed, that I managed to develop some awareness and thought

so in the fight against angel, he gave some of his power to angel

* the little determination that I hate he had, he divided it in 2 and gave that half to angel *

* the laws were broken now .... there were 2 souls with determination * in the angel fight when he died I charge file .. and it worked *

* one died, the other also, and so on for ... a long, long time ... *

* until in one of those deaths ... they both died at the same time *

* when trying to load its files something happened, the world managed to support 2 souls with determination, but the world began to damage its code, when trying to load 2 different files at the same time *

* the world broke and angel in that little time that the world was collapsing, I managed to kill hate again, and before it charged, I took away what little determination it had, therefore hate was corrupted and erased, by having its Complete determination, saw everything I hate lived, the 2300 genocidal routes *

Angel cried inconsolably and began to get paranoid as the world broke more and more, Angel tried to load his file, but it was already very corrupt, so he used his maximum power concentrating it on a part of the code, forcing it and in the end Angel escaped of that world absorbing part of that code that saved him.

* angel appeared in another place that he never saw before, a city, but this seemed as if you grabbed something from one side, then another and put it all together, it was like several cities in one *

Angel saw that there were monsters but not humans, confused he ran to one of the monsters and asked him where he was

angel: h hello, forgive the question, but what is this place?

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): oh I never saw your face around here, are you new?

angel: you could say yes, but ... what is this place?

spongebob (SpongeSwap): well I really wouldn't be sure how to explain it to you, but because of how little it is, it's where failures like us, or incomplete or unreasonable things are

angel: failures? incomplete? I have many questions and I don't understand anything!

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): calm down my friend, why don't you eat a Krabby Patty? If you want, I invite you, I am the owner and cook

angel: really? good thank you

* spongebob and angel go to The Krusty Krab*

angel: wow there are a lot of people here

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): yep, they like my burgers a lot, sit back and wait

* angel sits *

angel: wow, I ... I am really confused, this place is like ... a mixture of many things or something like that

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): yes, I understand you, that's how I felt the first time, but trust me you'll get used to it (if you're here it's because you don't have any other side)

angel: I'm an angel by the way, a pleasure

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): spongebob squarepants, equally a pleasure

* bob finishes cooking a lot of Krabby Pattys and serves it to everyone and angel *

angel: thank you very much

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): no need

* angel eats calmly *

angel: wow they are very good, how do you prepare them?

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): that's a secret, how did you get here? angel: wow, I ... I am really confused, this place is like ... a mixture of many things or something like that

angel: * remembers everything that happened * ..... re really ... I ...

* is silent for a moment and drops a few tears *

angel: .... r really n I don't want to be able to remember it

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): ...... (oh it's another one of those whose world fell silent for being unfinished or something similar, I'm better kind) hey calm down, I'm over, I'm sorry about the question

angel: ... it doesn't matter..not anymore .....

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): you know I know someone who could answer you some questions

angel: * finishes his Krabby Patty * really? who?

spongebob: follow me I know a shortcut

* sponge bos touches angel's shoulder and the 2 disappear in a pile of bubbles *

* the 2 appear in another place that is like a house *

angel: what was that ?!

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): a shortcut, haven't you ever done that?

angel: .... * remember that more or less if you can teleport * well if ever

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): I have to get back to work, but she sure will help you, just keep calm okay?

angel: thank you very much bob

Spongebob (SpongeSwap): see you * Disappears in a bunch of bubbles *

angel: * approaches and rings the bell *

* a girl opens the door *

Monika (Just Monika): Hi, who are you?

angel: they told me that you could answer me some things, like what this place is and what it is like

Monika (Just Monika): wait .... are you new? (but if I have not hacked any other world or saved something from elsewhere) how did you get here !?

angel: can you please answer me first?

Monika (Just Monika): okay, sorry, I'm glad I'm monika

angel: I am angel, a taste equally monika

Monika (Just Monika): come in, I'll have to explain several things to you

angel: yep a lot, and thanks

* angel enters the house and monika closes the door *

To be continue?

Ahem, hello, I'm the writer, call me angelo, well, you are not very interested, but I will tell you about angel and his abilities, so that you do not think that he launches super improved gaster blaster or something like that

angel's stats are:

HP: 30

Def: 1

Atk: 1

now his main weapon is the red pistol, which can fire as many times as he wants, that is, he can spam this attack a lot and this is the only one that does not spend magic on him, angel only does 1 damage with his pistol, but he can shoot whatever he wants without getting tired, although if you are very weak you will not be able to shoot or it will cost you a lot

angel has no karmic retribution like sans since he is not the final boss of his au, on the contrary he is rather the first boss and even though his fight is in the church of the city of "Watler" a kind of waterfall more modern and with shops, he is not the jues far from it

yes, if he uses his other magic abilities, that will consume magic so yes, he gets tired of using magic for so long without stopping

as I said, angel can shoot, it is also capable of putting Chara's face that is to say this "=)"

all your bullets will always be red and will do 1 damage, although you can change them to blue or orange, but it will consume magic, very little magic yes, but in the end it will consume you

You escape from invoking 4 invaders from the game space invaders, this is because angel likes this game a lot and that is why he decided to create attacks based on these little Martians, the celestel launches a great wave that takes up a lot of screen space, obviously you have to stay still so that it doesn't damage you, but if you move, the blue angel attacks will do 3 damage, but the celestial invaders shoot very slowly.

The others that he can summon are the orange invaders, who move much faster and fire up to 4 shots in a row fast, if you stay still or do not move, they will damage, the orange angel attacks do 5 damage, shoot 4 times in a row and then it takes a moment to reload, and then to shoot again, the time is 13 seconds, something like the blazes of minecraft.

angel is the only one that his different attacks have different damage

The one that most often uses Algiers is the red invader, which does only 1 point of damage, and shoots normally, that is, they behave like normal space invaders invaders.

Angel does not have gravity manipulation like sans, but if he can make his opponent move slower, but only for a short time, this ability is called "Soul Slowness" and when Angel uses it, a part of the opponent's soul will become blue

It is capable of teleporting as sans, but it can only teleport short distances, more or less as a radius of 12 meters around is its maximum range

and finally his last weapon, which is "the invader blaster"

A much larger red invader, 4 meters capable of launching a strong red beam that does damage continuously, but it is not karmic retribution, it simply does constant damage, although this is its attack that consumes the most magic so it cannot Spawn as he wants, at most he could launch 4 invader blasters in a row, but he will need 1 hour to recover all his magic, so Angel only uses an invader blaster very few times but it is his strongest attack

Angel is able to save and continue as a normal human, but as explained in the story if there is another red soul, or stronger than him in that world, he will lose that ability and can be permanently killed, there can only be one red soul per world, but your other abilities will remain the same

now, the official angel design, along with 2 designs that I create based on Xtale and underfell (that is if they are in Spanish -w- ") also along with some drawings that I used for the underverse fan made intro, that if you want you can see it here:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAg64al4uFY 

however I hope you like it, if you have any doubt or question you can ask it, and calm down you can do whatever you want with my au, just please give me credits

here I was missing an "N" XD

This is how Angel would look as normal, maybe he would have to redesign his sprite

This is how he looks in his sprite in the fight, Although this is older, so details of the new design are missing, which is the one with hearts on the shoes and gloves

SpongeSwap, by the way, I know that Keno is the original author of spongetale, but I don't know who created spongeswap, or how someone else knows it

in my DeviantArt I have more drawings in case you are interested https://www.deviantart.com/angelo16supersonic

Well, that would be all, I hope you like it and maybe the story will continue, you can create fan arts, fan made stories, whatever, that if please give me credits, and if you notice that something is misspelled, it's because I speak Spanish , and I use google translator to translate this into English, so if I write badly you can correct me or laugh at my XD well see you until next time, take care nwn

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Know & Determinate: II- the surface and a lame witch; chap 1

/racism, /hate crime, /physical assault, /alcohol, /c slur, /unsanitary, /witchcraft, /panic attack, bad writing. like, really bad. i wrote this when i was in a bs brainspace in highschool to cope.

a self-insert fanfiction where i write what happens after my runs of undertale. written in google docs and idk what im doing. Frisk is 12, use they/them, has a bullshit life, Chara also uses they/them, and is still here, and never meant for all this to happen, they hate each other, and Sans is still, and forever will be, a mess.

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here we go with that stuff !! im pumped enough to not collapse of stage anxiety ah ah.

please do not confuse my complicated style for pretentiousness. im but a wordy insecure fool. with a super touchy soft spot for a small fat skeleton. and lots of imagination.

this isn’t something for fontcest and frans shippers and gross ppl who villainize and misgender kids and call gay couples “hawt sin” tho. u guys are uglies and i hate you, go away. ;U

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“Sans” i deadpanned.

He perked up a little, his forever-fucking-smiling expression mirroring my tone -with his eyes. Eyes’ sockets. Those were the only hints of what he was actually thinking. Because his fake smile -fake, i’m so sure of it, so fake smile, it only ever dropped when Frisk’s puppeted body struck him down, the very only moment he stopped- wow getting sidetracked. Anyway.

“Sans.” i repeated. i need to repeat myself a lot. Verbal dyspraxia i think. He didn’t seem to know that and squinted a bit more, indication of his annoyance/suspicion/mistrust/wariness. ‘s what his squinting usually means, directed at me. Can’t blame him. “i…” Truth is, i don’t actually know what to tell him. ‘s just. i love him, and i know it sounds crass and misplaced blurted out like this, but as a consequence, i’m worried about him. A lot. Constantly. i hope bpd isn’t blurring my judgement too much. ‘m not sure he does take care of himself as well as he deserve. And look who’s talking, right ? But he is surrounded by loving friends and family. And has his brother. He could get help. Good help.

Damn my hesitance was making him unnerved. I could see it in how he turned to me, bone hands switching in and out of his pockets. I only hugged myself tighter, hands vaguely gesturing.

“i… Could i offer you to crash on my couch sometimes ? Or bed even, i don’t use mine a lot, actually. Since it’s, y’know, closer to a good part of your odd jobs than your house and Papyrus isn’t home then ?” Dang that was weirder out loud. i kept a blank face to show i was serious. i was- the guy looked even more tired than me. Tells something.

“uh. kid, you got something going in the back of your mind ?” Damn he took me too seriously. Squinting hard at me now, he was the perfect studied statue of calm judgement. Damn he was good at those.

“Well, safe from letting you get a good deserved rest more easily, not much !!” i made sure to answer jovially, doing the whole ‘punching the air round and low in excitement’ thing. We could be two playing the happy clown game.

i had found him at Grillby’s, like usual. his food was getting cold. like usual too. what was less usual was the tense manner he held himself when i came in, and how he “straightened” up, like he had forgotten himself, when i greeted him, pat on the shoulder. he would have flinched but he wouldn’t have wanted me onto him about it. so his eye socket had violently twitched -violently as in, noticeably, by his standards, and...uh lost myself again, fuck.

What i mean is that he was having a harsh day, probably after a harsher even night, his ptsd acting up (‘m not supposed to know ‘bout that. He himself doesn’t even know it. i just read. and relate), and i wanted to help him. now, maybe i had been presumptuous thinking i could…

So that’s why i insisted, vigorously,

“And uh-we can watch some trash movies and stuff, anytime, and like you can just stop by during your in-between shifts, even if i’m not home, i’ll give you a spare key and-” sudden stop. oh no. He gave me The Hand.

He indeed did, holding it up, like he wanted me to slow down. i did, obviously, but uh. did that mean i was overwhelming him, or annoying ? Was there a difference ?? Did it matter ???

Not now, because he was talking, and internal anxiety mini attack made me split focus, and i wanted full focus on what he said, on him.

“look kid,” i hate he calls me that “i appreciate whatchu tryin to do here” meh.liar. spill it. “but i can’t accept. paps would be upset if he knew i was squatting-”

“No he wouldn’t !! He would call it ‘GREAT FRIENDLY HANGOUTS OF REST’ and be very happy we uuh spend time together and stuff-”

“ok” glaring at me now, probably pissed i used his bro’s good nature to shot down his excuse. Heh. Two play at that game. “but here’s the thing.” he advanced himself up to me, nearly out of his seat. i held my ground. uh oh. “we a r e n’t f r i e n d s.”

Ouch. i mean i knew this but. Ouch. His eyes hadn’t blacked out on that last part, but nearly, too. Could be that his already hazy eyelights had just dimmed in exasperation but um. That didn’t feel any better. i gulped. Just a little. Just to keep down the new forming clog in my throat. Just a little one. i knew this.

“i know this !! but look, we could be, if we hanged out !” i didn’t dare say more. My eyes stung a lil bit too much for my liking and while never embarrassed by my tears, didn’t want to embarrass him.

‘s not like i was seriously hurt. i knew where we stood, and that my crush was going to stay that, a crush. what really stung was the utter lack of trust and the hatred-like suspicion he had of me. that and also feeling like i’m watching someone drown, but can’t help, because when i reach out they swat me away in fear i would be the one pushing them further. That’s probably more of my saviour complex dramatizing everything, but it’s bad to be helpless when you know someone, and you’re the only one to notice where they’re headed, because they’re great at pretending, but it’s like looking at yourself in a mirror for you. Get me ?

But. That’s fair. We hadn’t started well off. At all. Oh boy we hadn’t…

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Seems like now would be a good time to make a small recap, uh ? ‘bout how i ended up knowing that dude, falling in love, analysing his mental shit and all that jazz. Yeah.

me, some lame girl who won’t eat for days and forgo sleep just because, who doesn’t shave but my actual hair, doesn’t do makeup, who doesn’t smile when I’m told to and who grins for no apparent reason whenever a new daydream pops up, because i’m kind of stuck in my own head because it’s better in here. because of… trauma crap. i get by by drawing and playing games where i can just save everyone.

i don’t know if you get what i mean. i sorta hope you don’t. Because it hurts. But at the same time it’d be awesome if you did, because y a y let’s relate about crap !

Don’t know if it matters, too.

Could help to get a few friends. But being  an asocial, asexual, kinda aromantic mess kinda throws that out of the window. You’d think so many A would get me higher in life eh heh heh heh heeeeeh… not funny. i’m not funny. My life is not funny. The way i react to it can be, though.

Like, that one time i was hanging out on my own, outside the bar i had first entered with classmates, as i tried to be less of a hermit, in a bar street and fled because i can't stand alcoholic jerks, and then saw this crowd of tough guys ejecting a small and stout person in a blue hoodie from said bar by fucking throwing a chair at them through the fucking window, and seeing that this little dude is a monster, and knowing they’re gonna get busted down to a puddle of dust by the mastodont looming over them if nobody intervenes ?

i reacted funny.

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“Yoo-ou ffffffuking cunt, I-I’m gon’ mash you to the dirt yo motha shitted after getting fucked by yooour d-d-dog of a oold man-”

As he spits the words, an obviously very drunk dude stumbles closer and closer to the monster, his hands shaking like he wants to grip their head and smash it.

Freak it. This son of a bitch may be slurring like he drank the whole city, but he’s for sure all out to kill him ! Get up and run, little dude !

“c’mon man, “fucking cunt” , fun king or earl, it’s still a bit early to speak ‘bout mothers isn’t it?”

[i recognize him]

Pfft- what ? i snort loudly from my spot.

Okay, this is a gloriously  bad, stretched pun -but now is not the time for goodness’ sake ! Run, dude, run -wait, is that a skeleton ?!

[i recognize him]

Oh my fuck, how dumb is that dude, going out in a popular bar at what-the-heck-hours in this stupid city ! There were shootings and assassination attempts on the monster gym leader not even two blocks away yesterday ! And you just go in there with a face that screams “LOOK AT ME” ?! Are you stupid or do you just lack of basic preservation instincts ?!

The brute keeps advancing, spouting shit, a sort of gang backing him up, toward mc comicbonedude, a guy i assume, given the voice, but with monsters you never know, gender’s a myth but not them- who’s still on the ground, backtracking, crawling with a grin it didn’t drop the whole time, is it stuck or something and doesn’t look like getting up holy crap he can’t get up, the more hatred a monster is confronted with the hardest it hits he must be low on hp or something he’s gonna get killed

[i recognize him]

mc comicbonedude cracks another joke or is it his ribs cracking under the viscious kick he just got he’s thrown nearer the spot i’m chilling in. Another kick. Nearer. They can't see me, i’m well hidden in the shadows. Another kick.

This time, mc comicbonedude gags out a pun about sole-ution to the problem being-

FUCK OFF!! a gun is being drawn out.

Screw this i’m not witnessing a murder, fucking racists fucking xenophobics fucking city full of fucking shitheads there are other people around here why isn’t anyone but i don’t want to die either that's how it is, eli, always strive for yourself.

i get up fast and sprint to the monster, screaming about cops and a monster attack and insults, anything to spark a bit of panic, deck a scrawny fucker the one who.was.going.to.shoot.him. and aim for the skeleton, who yells.

[i recognize him]

i grab him by the hood and run in some narrower streets, hearing yells after me, and the anxiety is building up a little too much for my usual adrenaline numbing spell to work-

i trip on some trash and my own feet -same difference, fall over, roll, get up that’s how you do it eli, hit and roll, but back on your feet. And keep running, holding the monster close to my chest he’s warm that means he’s still alive and ok, right, left, dodge the you whore you bitch get back here you bitch and the bullets yup i’m good at thiiiiiiis- a bullet still grazes my ankle, I stumble, nearly faceplant, and it hurts but like a sting and I’m still alive. The adrenaline keeps pumping and i feel so light, i sprint into a shabby alley, panting like a dog, i think i’m crying, and drool is mixing with it. i can feel the headache coming, and mc comicbonedude is heavy enough to slip in my arms why won’t he move ? Is he dead ? Is he in shock ?

[i recognize him]

i run to a staircase, you know, the rusty and slippery metal kind outside buildings for fire escape ? Exactly what i need, as the assholes keep firing at me, huh. I climb, to the top, jump to the next building am i really doing this as me for real and run. i don’t know if they’re still after us, my ears won’t stop ringing, and i can’t tell it apart from sirens. I’m on a four stories building running to save a skeleton who

who starts emitting blue and yellow light and what the hell is happening why am i floating holy fuck i’m two inches away to be totally out of not-looking-near-enough-at-all- concrete to fall on.

[i recognize him]

[*focus insufficient]

[*procedure fails]

He’s silent. Sprawled two meters away from where I’m hanging

h-how did i

Looking exhausted and furious, like a cornered dog who has already taken on a tiger in the past, and from his left pupil there’s a cyan blue and yellow flame ? crackling, or bubbling ? or is it just flashing. can’t tell eyes too blurry. and dark blue is surrounding me at my sternum is that monster magic it’s beautiful, did i get headshot i can’t thing straight no. i can’t breath. It’s holding me in place. i can’t breath properly. i try to call out for him, he’s just overreacting in an understandable alarm but

please don’t crunchy crush the goofy girl on the cracking hard ground but when I try, I look at his eyes. One is glowing a fiery but disturbed cyan and yellow, with shards of red here and there, and the other is blank dead. Black. i’m terrified. He pants and that’s the only sound for a while. He’s alive. Good. Am i going to still be alive after this ?

“DON’T DROP ME DON’T WANNA DIE DON’T KILL ME OKAY IT'S THE LAST TIME I’M HELPING OUT ANYONE I PROMISE I’M SORRY PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. DUDE PLEASE.”

“wha- ghh- !” He flinches like waking up. He lets go- lets go of meeee-

“AAAAAAAAAH NO !” He gasps and grasps again. i only slipped a meter into nothingness “Oh please please please i really don’t wanna die, and not falling, it looks like suicide i don’t do that i managed not to so don’t spoil it all ok i-”

“what- kid no stop r-”

“SO SORRY DON’T KILL ME DON’T-”

“ kiiiid please” he’s clutching at his skull now.

“PLEASE D-”

“shut. up”

Ok. Not talking.

Whimpering and sobbing a bit, but he better take this because i’m having an anxiety attack and it will escalate into a hyperventilation fit if he doesn't lower me on the ground and I can't calm down.

“Please don’t kill me.” blurts out anyway of my gritted teeth.

A white light bulb alights in his empty eyes socket, and the glow in the other dims. Could he not see me before ? Hey, is that a crack across his skull ? Augh that looks like it s t i n g s.

“ H-hey, there. You- ah, fffuck this hurts. You okay ?” i try.

Nothing. He stares at me, as if watching out for something. I can feel the power around me wavering. He needs to come to his senses before I go kiss the dirt.

“P-please don’t leave me hanging.” He snorts, but keeps scrutinizing me, shaking. ‘s like he’s half understanding the pun, half not there. Silent.

“Woah, that was bad, even for me; guess i’m just that high.” i attempt a feeble finger gun.

He holds back a laugh “pffft- what the hell, kid- oh fuck.” He starts, realizing what i’m hinting at. He drags me back to the ground. i still can't move, but breathing is easier. i whimper again -heck i’m surprised i didn't piss myself- and draw out a looong sigh.

Now we stare at each other awkwardly is not strong enough to cut it. And i observe, that i m may be sweaty, tired and teary, but he looks bad.

His skull is definitely cracked across his left eye, he won’t stop shaking, sweats profusely and seems to have troubles breathing so monsters skeletons breathe and pant. Ok. Do they cry too ? Cuz that weird red stuff oozing from his damaged eye doesn’t look like tears but that can’t be blood… right ?

He looks horrible, if only physically. But the way his eyes sway, with this grin I can’t find the reason for, it worries me more. Is he ... having an episode, or something ? i mean he could be and be totally inoffensive, but ? Was he the one attacking first back at the bar ? is he really having an episode of some sort ? i’m not too nice when i’m having an episode either.

Should i cry for help ? i can't budge from his grasp.

And i know i shouldn’t but i’m feeling an attack coming up- the restraint is triggering my ptsd ridden ass…..

Let me go y-you there c’mon i can’t take this not my shit nuh uh lemme go lemme go lemme go

“ lemme go…” woah not pathetic at all. “Let me go.” no reaction, try again “LET M-” i can’t move my mouth.

The pressure fucktupled, and it’s like my lungs and my muscles are being crushed.

“ok buddy, pal, chum, whoever you are, what the fuck ?”

i can’t answer you, you dumbfuck you just muted me

“i mean, nice save and all. thanks i guess. but who the heck and what on earth are you up to ?” both of his eyes went black oh my god what did i do to your highness Hecate like seriously now how did i end in such a mess.

“H-how about we both calm down first, and talk next ?” i seem to break through the mute. ok good, deep breaths, count backward from ninety to zero, relax, we’re both freaking out, he’s as spooked as you-which is funny cuz he’s the skeleton- focus on breathing.

Still no answer. “Look, i, i get it, bad freak out, i interrupted you back there, i get you’re fucked up-” nothing but his eyes narrowing “ but i’m cool. Swear i am. i’m cold and m’name is uidelsib. you can call me sib ! Cool enough ?”

i extend my hand, ready to give him a strong good ole handshake, but he doesn’t take up on it.

Instead he stays frozen, “Not cool, dude,” hand still extended, but lowered, as if he could grab me again “ r e a l l y not cool,” i insist, and his bones are, he’s. shaking ? Yeah. Shivering violently, like he’s super cold too, which is pretty normal given he’s what. Up with me on a high building, one, two hundred meters in the sky, exposed to the icy wind ? Figures.

His bones are making this clattering clickety sound, stresses me out damn. He’s studying me. But it’s also like he can’t focus. Shivering too much. Shock, probably. His eye socket’s still oozing that red shit. Not thick enough to be blood, and too scarletish, but what do i know ‘bout monsters.

[oh, what do i don’t]

He takes a step toward me.

“ not fucking cool, not in the least-” i let out, jaw still clenched.

His bones rattles one last time, on the cement ground. His knees buckled under him the next moment he moved. His arms couldn’t support him.

i approach him, concerned. Once the pursuit’s adrenaline and the near death experience done with, my mind is settling, and i can think more clearly. He, on the other hand…

He stirs as i come closer. Tries to growl something i can’t decipher, but it comes out as a whimper, pained. My heart constricts in my ribs. Fuck, i hadn’t meant shit to go down like that. i seem to have a talent to fuck up, but i only wanted to help.

i tell him that. He grunts, doesn’t acknowledges me further, and quivers as he tries to stand up. He can’t though. I see it from where i am, he shakes enough to make a dr.pepper bursts.

i snort at the image, a skeleton shaking a bottle fixed on his spine, then flies away with the pressure- w o w i’m gone far. Need a bed. Asap. Concentrate on the situation at hand.

He, though, doesn’t react well to my laughter. He immediately stiffens, and

goes slack. Unmoving on the ground. He fainted ? i go on a hunch and inch closer, on the tip of my toes, hunched over myself, because i can’t tell if he’s dead or if i’m going to be.

[i recogni-- --- [REDACTED]]

i shake my head furiously. i can’t let those thoughts take my attention away from what’s taking place here and now.

i’m close enough now. something like a meter away, i can see him still shivering, and hear him rasp some breaths out. So he can breathe-

[i knew tha- [REDACTED]]

Not Now. i need to focus, i got a seemingly dying monster mere steps away from me.

i crouch down, slowly. My leg muscles burn enough i’m trembling too and i’m pretty sure my teeth are chattering, the noise mingling with his bones against the asphalt.

He’s still face down, arms limp on his sides, and i spy his eyelights peeking at me, way less sharp than when he had me pinned in the air just. one minute ago ?

i creep closer, he tenses, i stop.

“You’re ok.” i whisper. “We’re ok and we’re leaving.” i try to keep my voice from wavering but meh. ‘s not like there’s much face to save, for both of us.

i reach my hand toward him. He doesn’t move. i put it on his back, barely pressing, he tenses. And then disappears with a ping.

[ (*did you think i was going to stay here and t--- -- -) [REDACTED]]

NOT NOW I SAID. GE E. WHERE DID HE Go ?

He’s back right where he was. He basically just blinked in and out of existence. And he’s looking even more exhausted, if that’s possible, sweating bullets and heaving noisily, before he quiets himself. He’s also glaring at me, but meekly, and i’m not too scared anymore to be honest. He looks more frustrated than anything, although i can guess he’s actually scared to death. HAH.

“Hey you’re ok, i said, i just. Need to get us somewhere safe. Yeah. Not here.” i croak out. i’m starting to feel the freezing wind more, too. i can’t afford to stall and give him time to think. i can still hear the sirens. They’re looking for someone. And i don’t want the police on my back, even if i didn’t do anything reprehensible in the end.

So i slide my hands under him, still making sure i don’t touch any possible sensitive areas, and decide to go for the armpits, and hey i might get a tickle out of him ! ...ahah no. As i try to heave him up on his… surprisingly tiny feet ? did he lose his shoes or. Whatever. He just stays as silent as he is limp. And boy is he limp as a rock. Not quite as heavy though, good.

“You’re lighter than you look-” might as well try to make some conversation “and uh, can you walk ?” Or at least i can try to fill the heavy silence. Let’s just forget the “tried to kill you” thing. We’re both in deep crap anyway, and i can understand having baggage.

He really won’t walk though. He barely makes a sound too. If i hadn’t heard him sooner i’d think he can’t talk or something. i barely get a grunt out of him as i put him on my hip, which isn’t hard given he’s like. Half my size. Fun sized boney menace.

And i begin to trudge down the stairs- not the ones i came from, i don’t want to get caught if the cops are back there and it’s too far anyways. i want a bed. Now. A lone pillow would do.

He doesn’t seem much different, dangling on my side barely sparing me a glare as i look down at him, checking if he’s not dusting yet. He stopped “bleeding” at least. He still got that nasty huge scar.

i can feel him staring when i’m not looking. He’s still wary. Probably only lets me pull this only because he can’t not. Heh, at least he doesn’t seem to mind that i’m carrying him like you’d do a toddler. i just, need my other arm to grip and grab at the staircase bars when i slip.

Nah he looks more disgusted to be touching me than anything. Everytimes we get into more contact, because i’m bumping a wall or stumbling on my own feet again, i can distinctly feel him shudder, and try to get away. It’s just a little distracting, and unbalancing, and a lil tidbit hurtful. But i can’t blame him. i’d be throwing a fucking fuss and dishing fists if our places switched.

At least it’s relatively calm. We didn’t meet anyone, maybe a few rats rummaging garbage, and some monsters hurrying home, Whimsuns i think ? No one that paid us any mind at least.

So we’re still walking slowly when rain hits us hard, and nearly sends me on my ass. Doesn’t help the shivering, but now it’ll clean the streets out for sure. It’s something past midnight, i don’t wanna find anyone out at this hour.

But i’d kinda appreciate finding my way to somewhere because

“Aaaaaaaaaaa a h ahhh i got no idea the fuck i’m g-going…” Ah fuck. i said that out loud. And now my passenger's giving me his best ‘are u fuckin kiddin me’ stare. He’s. Very unamused.

“L-look, this isn’t, this isn’t my part of the city, okay?? i’m- i’m tryin’ to g-get us to the monster neighbourhoods, but i don’t know the fuck where it is, alright ?!” My tone escalates with my pitch, and i nearly slip again as he flinches away from me. Damn it, not helping eli, still in an episode or something. Don’t yell.

“Y-y-yeeah okay, look. ‘m sorry i cried but i’m in shock and still lost, kay? S-so maybe help or som’thin’ ?” Indications would help yeah. And now he’s listening, he’s also less shaky and putting his weight on me in a way that hinders our progression less. Good.

He nods. Good.

“Good. Gooood good good good.” i’m on autopilot now, following the skeleton’s grunted directions. i take a few wrong turns every now and then, but what can you do with nonverbal advice, and we end up in a part of the city i recognize, because i’ve seen it on tv and wanted to come look around anyway.

The gym stadium. A big building, at least big for a monster building, given the prices get surprisingly higher when they’re buying, stylized like a Japanese dojo, with anime advertisement posters (whether for the dojo or the animes i got no ideas) on the walls and- oh my gosh are those- fish, dolphin, shark and starfish stickers on the windows.

“Perfect !” i half yell, significantly lighting up. Mc comicbonedude looks at me like i’ve grown a second head, and i give him a big manic smile, obviously stressed out. My right eye might be twitching a little too. Does that when i’m under pressure. He decides to go back to slumping against me and questioning his life choices, and i take that as an ‘okay GO’ to proceed with my genius only just made up plan.

i march up quickly, -i want this DONE WITH. NEXT TIME i GO ON AN IMPROMPTU RESCUE MISSION I’M TAKING MY LEAD UMBRELLA AND A CHANGE OF CLOTHING- to the tall doors, who thanks fucking gods are under a porch, that saves us from being drenched anymore, and pound it with all i got.

“OI BLUE WATER GAL ! OPEN UP!!! I KNOW YOU’RE STILL WORKING, YOU ALWAYS BRAG ABOUT NOT SLEEPING AND PROVIDING A 19/24H SERVICE ON TV!!! OPEN UUUPP!! B I T C H! OPEN!!UP!!”

Skeleton is googly eyeing me like the second head i’ve definitely grown started reciting the ten commandments to belzebuth themselves,

[and he’s not too far off]

but i don’t care my dude i am d o n e. If i get welcomed with a fist to the face i don’t give a diggly doogly dang fuck so long i can get inside and lay down. Even on the cold ass tile floor. i’m don-

“OI PUNK, WHAT’S UP WITH THAT RUCKUS ?? YOU TRYING TO PICK A DUEL WITH ME ? CUT IT OUT UNLESS YOU WANT A POUNDING COMPETITION FUFUFUFUFUFUH~ I’M OFFERING THOUGH !”

Ah, right, i’m still hitting that door. Ouch, that’s gonna swell. Oh welp.

But the voice came from...up?

i step backward some, under the rain, ugh, and look up to see, yup, a noodly armed blue fish person with bright scarlet red hair pulled up in a bun, all sweaty, a poor guy in a chokehold, peeking out of the second floor window, taking in the pouring rain with gusto. A gigantic lightning bolt, quickly followed by loud ass thunder, comes to compliment her boisterous apparition, and she grins- smirks? wide locking her single eye on me, the lighting making her golden teeth flash.

She comes down to greet my miserable form fast, not taking the stairs, but jumping out of the window (much more graciously than mc comicbonedude previously), having let go of her victim- sparring partner previously, good gods, and lands at my feet like nobody’s business, to then bolt up, eager to see the intruder to her night sessions.

And Undyne, former Captain of the Royal Guard of Monsterkind Underground, all steel like blue scales, glinting golden slitted eye and sharp mouth, now renowned Master of Fights in her stadium, among monsters and humans even more, already black belt of more martial arts than i know of, and fresh survivor of one of the biggest terrorist hits on monsters yet, is staring me down, from her easy two meters height, like i’m her next meal.

i gulp. i’m so fucked.

i’m so fucked and not just for the fact that i am royally gay and all, but also cuz…

[i recognize her]

[she was so hard to f---- [REDACTED]]

[couldn’t figure out that all we had to do was to run and then ---- -- ------- [REDACTED]]

“Uh ?” Her gaze has finally caught on my now bundled up passenger, who’s shivering in cold rather than fear, on my hip, who only lazily grins a

“sup”

“YO SANS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THIS WIMPY HUMAN AT THIS TIME OF THE NIGHT ?? AND Y’ALL ARE SOAKED !! GET INSIDE, NERDS !!!”

[i know him]

i follow hollowly the orders and get inside, feel a weight leave my side-kinda miss that already, to then feel a big fluffy towel drape over me. Then i sit down. In the hall on the ground, probably. Wooden floor is in my direct line vision. Uh. Thing is well taken care of, all waxed and clear, who would have guessed.

[i know them both. very well actually]

[Chara would be nervously giggling if they were here]

[wonder what they’re up to]

[and Frisk too, obviously]

[what about Flowey though. no idea what the lil shit is up to in pacifist endings]

i’m so f UCK E D.

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Aaaand that’s how i ended up rocking back and forth in Undyne’s dojo’s main hall for half of the night, muttering about video games and fucking witchcraft gone wrong again and shit fuck damnit, i guess it was denial all along those last two, six months ? And oOH WELP, guess i did cradle like a toddler my fictional crush for the last, what, half hour ? Whoopsies.

Hhhhhhhh

fuck that ink witch status, that was not planned.

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When i finish my flashback, and it’s been something like six months again since, got to “meet” his super cool great bro, not on his account though, Undyne just had to introduce Papsy to the dweeb that “saved his big brother” and also Asgore, Toriel, for a quick ‘thanks you’, even a small interview with Mettaton, that made a hit on the Undernet, and mingled a bit with monsters- i’m friend with Chesty Brun now (Burgerpants), and Alphys, because we’re following the same mangas-

he’s already gone, burger nearly untouched, ketchup covered fries half eaten and drink finished, and i’m tempted to ask Grillby, who is hovering close behind his bar, fretting a little, in front of my frozen form, if “you’re gon throw that out ? sure i can’t finish ?”  Because it’d be a real shame to let all that delicious grub go to waste. But that’d be creepy as fuck, even moreso taking my feelings for the small dude, and his against me, so i don’t, and he’ll probably feed it to his pet lava rock anyway, so i stop hugging myself and rocking back and forth and go back to my seat, waving him off with a sorry smile, and go back to sullenly sipping my vanilla milkshake.

Can’t blame Sans.

He’s cautious. Understandable.

i know what he’s had to put up with.

[and so do all of you]

[dirty brother killers ?]

[i hope not]

[i really wonder how’s Chara doing…]

AAAAAAAaaaaaaah how do i turn this shit off ?? Let me pretend i’m normal in a normal situation stupid brain thing !!

...ah. screw it. this magic milkshake is fabulous. That’s totally what i’m crying about.

“Don’t worry Grillby.”

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ye don’t worry my dudes. can i call y’all that ? ‘s gender neutral. ‘m a demi girl, and you can call me “my dude”, my dudes. wow what a bull of crap i pulled here, sorry trans girls and enbies

this isn’t beta read cuz i’m on my own and english isn’t my native language, i’m french, so plz forgive mistakes.

i had some drafts lying around my google docs for a year now, mostly about bugging and kissing snas, put them together and thought i’d do an actual Thing with it all. this isn’t good, i know it.

lest to say i have no idea what i’m doing !

and don’t know when this’ll update, it it does. i had the motivation to finish this cuz there was no clients at the restaurant i worked at back in july. blah blah blebs blah.