#mallet mania sweet

[elfelt-valentine]

I put all my angry music on a playlist I call Mallet Mania (an AU I made for Sweet a while ago).

You can feel free to check it out! I'm not sure if there’s anything you’d enjoy tho 😰

THABK YOU I'll totally check it out! I'm sure there will be something I'll enjoy :)

[r0b0-writes]

Mallet Mania AU!

Everything is the exact same, except Sweet has a mallet and an insatiable urge to smash, break, and destroy.

[Huge thanks to @charliedzilla for helping me w/ the colors and pallette]

Lots of info below!

If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask!Since this AU is based on the game I haven't given SCC a relationship for this AU, but feel free to do whatever you want. (This also goes for making fan content of them, do whatever. The guy's unhinged.)(as long as it's not gross, ya know)

Feel free to make your own designs/color palettes for MM!Sweet!

AU: In general, it's all the same. He literally just has a mallet and can't stop breaking stuff. If he doesn't break stuff for a while he enters Mallet Mania, where he's uncontrollable.

Sweet doesn't like entering Mallet Mania because he can't control himself. If he does enter it he usually tries to fight back against the urge, but always fails. (It's not painful, it's just a little scary for him to know he can't stop himself. He sorta blacks out and can't remember everything).

When coming down from Mallet Mania, Sweet has a terrible headache and loud noise really hurts.

To avoid his boss battle all u have to do is get hit enough in the piano tile game for him to feel satisfied that he's ‘smashed’ the enemies enough. (Regular gameplay continues).

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Timeline:

Cap’n sees Noelle get kidnapped -> Tells Cakes & Sweet -> Sweet still follows you around, throwing spikes (they eject from the mallet) each time you beat him (little to no-hit) he stomps on the turntable and it gets visibly broken each turn -> Cap’n and Cakes tell you to let him hit you -> Sweet gets mad and when you beat him (right before battle) he slams his mallet on his turntable & it breaks

Cks & Cpn: “Sweet, remember your breathing exercises!”

Sweet: “I- I can't! I need-- I need to SMASH THEM!”

(there's a color change, his outfit changes color to something bright and wild)

-> Battle Start -> Immediately upon entering battle Cap’n and Cakes leave the battle box

Cap’n: “We told you to let him hit you a few times”

Cakes: “We’ll be cheering you guys on!”

-> Battle officially starts

_______ Battle: MalletMania (MM!Sweet) is the only one who fights you. K_K and Cap'n just sit and watch/give you tips on how to tire him out.

K_K: Have you tried dodging? Cap'n: His attacks are on beat! Get with the rhythm!

If MM!Sweet's about to beat you he just trips over the weight of the mallet and stays on the ground for a few seconds until you see little "Z Z Z" coming up.

K_K: Awe~ He fell asleep! Cap'n: Thanks! Now we don't have to go out again today!

If you tire him out before he can beat you he'll say something like, "I can't stop now! I need to... I gotta..." and then he'll just fall over.

______ Attacks: Let’s Dance!-- The music sheet lines spin-off of the mallet and into the battle box. You have to avoid incoming music notes by jumping from line to line (like in Muffet's battle in Undertale) Tantrum!-- Slams the mallet around in a circle on the ground many times. This causes debris to fall into the battle box and must be dodged. A Real Hit!-- The mallet appears in the center of the battle box starts spinning in the middle. The spikes shoot out and follow the SOUL around the box, trying to hit it Bass Drop!-- The mallet grows to be comically large as Sweet goes to smash the battle box. But he loses balance and falls over (if this move could actually be done, it's a one-hit kill) / rare chance of him backward and just getting slingshotted into the wall (battle ends when he does this attack) + regular in-game attacks

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Dialogue Examples:

Cakes: He's harmless! Capn: Yeah! As long as he causes harm!

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Capn: They're a menace to society Cakes: But they're OUR menace to society

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Capn: You should let him hit you Cakes: It’d really make their day! |

Cakes: You should... let him get at least one hit in Cap'n: They'll get really off-beat if you don't

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(In battle)

Sweet: We’re rebels! And rebels break stuff! Susie: YEAH! I LIKE THIS GUY! Ralsei: If you're all rebels why aren't they breaking stuff? Cap’n: Hey! We break stuff! I break hearts! Cakes: I breakdance!

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Sweet: Just one teeny, tiny little hit? Please, please?

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Cakes: We believe in you! Cap'n: Who are we cheering for again? Cakes: I thought you knew?

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Sweet: A hit! A hit! I got a hit!

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Sweet: It’s no fun if you just stand there!

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Sweet: Just let me hit you! You're a terrible audience!

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Sweet: You really wanna see my moves so bad? Fine! Here comes round two!

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Cakes: Avoid the spikes! Cap'n: I think they know that

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Sweet: Why are you helping them?!

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(after the battle, in the shop)

About Sweet:

Sweet: Hey! Don't talk about me like I'm not here! Cap’n: He found this mallet thing and ever since he can't stop smashing stuff Cakes: We have to get a new alarm clock every morning!

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Sweet: Sorry about trying to smash your bodies into little, tiny pieces. No hard feelings, right?

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Sweet: You ever get that urge to just break stuff? Like, if you don't you'll just explode?! Like you wanna bite and gnaw and maybe commit arson or- or topple a building with your own hands?! No -> Swt: Oh... Yes/I Changed my Mind (if you answer 'no' first) -> Swt: You get it! You get it! Here, have a special limited edition weapon!

[Acquires 'Majesty Mallet' (applies extra damage when fighting Queen)]

[deltarune-au-domain]

@rain-writes-fics mallet buddies?

[theoutcastedartist]

"Lea Maniac"

Updated Character Info Sheet (as of 2020)

》》》》 Minor blood warning on the bottom left corner 《《《《《

I felt it was time to update her info and change some things around about her in general.

Everything toon related that I draw is usually set up in a Who Framed Roger Rabbit type universe

Studio: Syntax Maniac Studios

First Debut: September 15th, 1941

Show(s): "Topsy-Turvy Toons!" (1941), "Topsy-Turvy Toons" (REBOOT 2019)

"Topsy-Turvy Toons" used to be called "Toon Mania", but I decided to change the name. Neither shows are real, the dates only imply when the shows were aired IN universe. The correct look she has is her "redesign"when her shows reboot was announced in universe as well.

Occupation: Bartender at ToonTown's Local Bar

Species: Toon (Dog/Canine)

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Personality Type: can be a grump, but when it comes to the people she cares about, she will do anything anything for them; Chaotic Neutral

Special Items: Brass Knuckles, Ukelele (high durability), Custom Toon Mallets, Has a battle axe (for some reason it's covered in glitter...)

Likes: Eating Dynamite (or anything with gunpowder in it apparently), Dark Humor, Sweets, Caring for Toon Children.

Dislikes: Humans (with very rare exceptions), Her toon father, seeing younger toons being taken advantage of, Hipocrisy.

"Topsy-Turvy Toons!" had been discontinued in 1944 due to Lea Maniac (the main star of the show) being deemed "unladylike" and too "inappropriate/violent" for the era, a bad influence for women.

She works in ToonTown's bar as a part-time, but she also will occasionally take toon children under her care.

She ain't afraid to get violent with humans or other adult toons if they swing their fists first or if they dare hurt her loved ones. Once you get her going, there's really no stopping her; she will go absolutely feral lmaoo

Here is her old character character sheet that I made last year if you want to see the difference for yourself

It's so weird to see how much I've improved since I first made Lea's sheet in 2019 lmao

****ALL INFORMATION IS FOR THE SAKE OF A STORY SET IN A WFRR UNIVERSE, "SYNTAX MANIAC STUDIOS" IS NOT A REAL STUDIO AND NEITHER IS "TOPSY-TURVY TOONS!" A REAL CARTOON FROM THE 1940'S****

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Angie tirelessly worked. For hours. Days. Was it months now? She wasn’t certain. What did it matter? She needed to repent. She had to create something that would blow Atua away, and rid her of that awful voice in her head. She needed it gone.

But... no matter how much blood she splattered on the canvas, it was never enough. She had scrapped so many pieces already, and pints of blood were being wasted by the dozen. She was running out. Running out of material. Out of time. Out of.. sanity. Her hair was frazzled and pointing in different directions, bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep, utterly disheveled. She didn’t even notice the doorway to her art room opening behind her, or anyone approaching.

"Annie?" Leigh tilted their head at the artist, a small tray of food in their hands. It wasn't anything fancy, just something small; Leigh noticed she wasn't taking care of herself. Their eyes traced the room, worry even more apparent seeing how many paintings she discarded... normally her works were stunning. What was wrong with these ones? "I brought you something to eat." They offered, hesitantly stepping closer to the artist. They didn't want to do something to upset her more than she already was.

“Hm!” Angie startled at first, looking up to Leigh who stood with the tray of food for her. How sweet. Her face softened at first, grateful. “Nyahaha!! You’re always so helpful, Leelee!” So helpful. She laughed, the exhaustion apparent in her voice despite trying to seem peppy. Blood coated her outfit, her hair, her face, everywhere. She wasn’t very organized, even with her talent in art. She reeked of iron as she bounced over to her friend. “Do you want to watch Angie paint? She would love company!”

Seeing Angie so peppy, it brought a smile to Leigh's face. The thought crossed their mind that maybe, just maybe, she might be feeling better. "Of course I do!" They happily agreed, setting the food down on a table before skipping back to Angie's side, happily spectating her as she worked. "You sound tired.. have you been sleeping well?" They asked, pouting in concern. "Not sleeping weakens your immune system, you know. I don't want you getting sick."

“Awww, Angie is fine, Leelee! Angie will sleep when Atua is satisfied with her work!” She reaches up and pinches their cheek playfully, laughing as she guides them over to where her supplies sat. Angie practically shoved Leigh into the seat, only to turn around and search for paint. Bucket after bucket, Angie found no supplies. No paint. No blood. “No.. no... no... no...” Angie started repeating the word over and over, flipping a few buckets over and searching desperately. “It’s gone. How is it all gone? How???” She asked, reaching up and grabbing ahold of her pigtails in frustration. Where would she get more? Where??? Where? Where, where, where, where, where-!?

She paused, blinking, her hands going numb and falling down to her sides. A small smile crept onto her face. Along with the familiar dark shadow. “.... Do you really want to help Angie, Leigh..?” She asked, unusually slow and sans her usual pet names.

Leigh got confused with the sudden change from frantic to.. creepily calm. Their eyebrows furrowed in not only confusion, but also concern for her. "You know I always want to help." Leigh replied, fidgeting in the seat they were put in. "But- what's wrong? Did something happen?" They asked, squinting in a vain attempt to find the problem.

“Oh nothing is wrong, Leigh! Angie is just in need of your assistance!” Angie leans a touch closer, her face only mere inches away from her friend at this point. “You know that Atua knows best, right? And Angie is the only one who speaks to him, yes? Therefore.. Angie knows best. Isn’t that right?” From the satchel wrapped around her waist, she smoothly pulls out a sharp but blunt object and her mallet.

With Angie's face so close, they were able to see her general expression. Nothing detailed, but enough to know something was wrong. Leigh couldn't help but tense under her gaze, nervously nodding in agreement. "Of course but... why are you bringing that up?"

“You know how hard Angie works on her paintings, don’t you, Leelee?” One of her hands reaches up and sets it on their cheek affectionately. “Her inspiration is running low, as is her paint supply! So... Atua requires her donation.” She holds up the sharp pick she grabbed from her satchel, twirling it in her fingers so Leigh could see exactly what she had.

Leigh's eyes widened, quickly scooting back as far as they could in the chair to get away from the pick despite the want to believe the affectionate touch she provided. "Angie.. you never asked us for blood before." They said nervously, glancing back and forth between the pick and Angie. "I could always find someone to donate! I could make the blood extraction extra painful for the sinners!" They pleaded, smiling nervously, a fearful chuckle escaping them as well.

Angie looked disappointed when Leigh pulled away from her touch, only for a moment however. A glare quickly fixated on her face, one full of disappointment and mania. “Oh, come now, Leigh! Desperate times call for desperate measures! This is what Atua wants, don’tcha know? You wouldn’t say no to Atua, would you? Come on, Angie will make sure it doesn’t hurt-! Nyahaha!” She laughed, wholeheartedly, but her eyes swirled with madness as she awaited their response.

Leigh's eyes darted around Angie's face, an attempt to not stare into her maddened eyes. Flattening their lips, they knew they couldn't let this go on any longer. She'll hurt herself if this keeps going like this. Taking a deep breath, they looked into the eyes of the one they adored and told her "No." Slightly shoving Angie off, they rose from the chair in an attempt to distance the two of them slightly. Leigh wasn't one to deny an order... but this time it was for the best. "Annie, you're not stable right now... It's the sleep deprivation isn't it? You need to get rest."

“..... No?” Angie repeated in a confused and innocent tone, her dark aura dropping for a moment looking befuddled. She blinked once. Twice. Three times. Is this the fourth? She couldn’t tell. But what she could tell, was that her gut twisted and roared up like an angry wildfire. “Oh... I see how it is.” The darkness was back with a vengeance, worse than before. Her blood red eyes seemed to stare directly into Leigh’s and look much deeper than ever before. “You’re questioning your faith, Leelee? Why? Has someone else gotten inside your head? Don’t you know Atua is the only one you need! Atua and Angie! We’re all you need. Why would you deny Angie her passion, Leigh? Why??? Angie needs to paint! Angie needs to feel the rush of creativity once more!” She started to laugh again, tense and unusual. She stood up, before advancing quickly towards Leigh, her sharp tool and mallet still in hand. “Don’t be so selfish.”

Leigh practically flinched at her words, backing away from her until their back hit the wall behind them. "I'd never question you or Atua!" They were quick to defend themselves, their voice wavering with nervousness. "Just- you normally kill those you get your paint from.. I'd think you'd want to get it from someone who deserves to have their life taken and not me since I've done everything for you, you know?" Leigh attempted to reason with Angie, despite knowing she was too far gone to reason with at the moment. Still, they had to try, right? Angie would never kill them! Not after all they've done together!

“... Hmm....” Angie paused, twirling the sharp tool between her fingers and pretending to ponder. She already knew her answer. She already knew what was to come. But, Atua demanded a show and who is she to question? “Atua says... you need an attitude readjustment.”

SHRNK!

The sharp tool was lunged forward and embedded in the wall inches away from Leigh’s face. Angie was literally on top of them now, right in their face, her hands caging them from both sides. Her hand clutches around the base of her sharp tool that was jammed into the wall, her hands shaking. Her eyes were so small and manic looking, swirling with insanity. “You are not above the rules, dearie. Angie doesn’t play favorites, she never has. If Atua demands a painting, then Angie paints. If Atua wishes for Angie to dance, she will leap with grace. If Atua demand I kill you...” She raised her hand, cupping Leigh’s face with such affection that her next sentence was even more jarring. “She wouldn’t hesitate. Atua’s will comes before Angie’s feelings. You understand, don’t you?”

Leigh could feel their heart break in their chest. Did all that time they spent together mean nothing? Everything they did for her? That they would be killed without hesitation? They didn't even notice that tears had started pouring out of their eyes until it was already a waterfall streaming down their face. "No.. no I don't understand." They muttered silently, just barely loud enough to be heard. "I thought I was important to you, that i was something to you... but I suppose not." They looked down at their shoes, no longer wanting to look her in the eye. If they meant that little to her, then why bother?

The creepy smile that spread across Angie’s face faltered. She blinked in surprise at the reaction. She thought Leigh knew. They must have known how serious she was about this. Did they really not believe she would go this far? Did they.... think she was better than she truly was? That thought made her recoil and lean away from Leigh, giving them room to breathe once again. She had that faith in her father once. That he was a good man. That he would never hurt her. Never out her in harms way. And.... she could remember the tears that flowed down her own face when her belief in him was broken. Honestly, it was like looking in a mirror. “I....” Angie began, seemingly lost. “I- I... didn’t... Angie only... Leigh, come on..” Her hand reached out again, eyes soft. “Don’t... look at me like that...”

They only sniffled in response, pushing her hand away. "It's fine." They snapped, wiping away the tears on their cheeks. It was futile, however, as they were simply replaced with more. "I get it, we didn't mean anything to you." They attempted once again to clean their face with their sleeves, and failed once more. "I wish I could've said I felt the same." With that, Leigh shoved Angie away as hard as they could, grabbed their mask, and ran. Ran like their life depended on it.

[thegenvyisreal]

there's euphoric mania, dysphoric mania, but what about

concerned mania????

I've been up for 36 hours and crossed the line twice from tired back into Productive™ six hours ago and I do actually have stuff to do, so why don't I use this opportunity to do it, and it sounds great but

this is not normal. this is not good. I still have a little while before this new antipsychotic reaches full strength, sooooooo

I am concern. will I start hallucinating? will I buy too much shit? will I lose my dignity? will someone care?

I'm not interested in sleep atm, but I logically know I reeeeeeally need to rn. plz to be sending a cute girl with a mallet to my desk to bop me on the head and knock me out.

when will the sweet embrace of Lady Death Sleep take me?

[trentonprfm]

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[r0b0-writes]

Motion blur beneath the cut

"Mallet Mania Swing"

[r0b0-writes]

Deltarune Masterlist

* fanfics [drabbles, oneshots, requests, etc.]

* headcanons

* playlists

Notice

* Music

SCC Playlists! (Spotify) Oceanrune | The Cove (Spotify) Musical Nerds (Spotify) Solo Beat | Broken Record | Cotton Candy (MN!Parents) (Spotify) Mallet Mania!Sweet (Spotify)

* Headcanons

SCC Headcanons/SCC Romantic Headcanons/Poly!SCC Comfort Headcanons/SCC Sweet and Cap’n meet first?/SCC K_K Headcanons/SCC One-Sided Pining/SweetCap How They Met!/SCC Made in Japan/SCC Bedridden/SCC What makes them feel safe?/SCC ND Love Languages/Poly!SCC Past Times/SCC SillyHC/SCC Domestic/Poly!SCC Ages/SCC Mannerisms/SCC

* WRITING

* Drabbles/Ficlet Requests

Requests Masterlist | Request Rules Read on AO3 Here!

* Oneshots (Not In Order)

Freight Night Lights/Poly!SCC Angel/Sunburn(Musical Nerds) A [[Moment Of Your Time]]/SCCn't Swapped Nerds AU/SCCn’t Waking/Poly!SCC Featherfunk/CapCakes Workplace Safety/Poly!SCC Noise and Touch/Poly!SCC Sweet Cap'n (Short)Cakes/Platonic!SCC Lovebug/QPR/Poly!SCC Jolted/SweetCakes Make You Swoon/Poly!SCC Somebody to Us/Poly!SCC Three's a Crowd/Poly!SCC

* Shorts

* Firewall AU

Read on AO3

* Herd Mentality | Hejkal/Forest Gods AU

Read on AO3

*Longfics

* The Cove / (Poly)

Chapter List + Chronological Order Oceanrune Shorts

* Musical Nerds / (Poly)

Musical Nerds Masterlist

* My AUs

Firewall AU/QPR!SCC High School AU/Poly!SCC Mallet Mania AU/Ambiguous!SCC

[r0b0-writes]

MALLET BUDDIES‼️

MM!Sweet calls his mallet ‘Darling’

@rain-writes-fics mallet buddies?