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hard--mode · 3 years ago

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Here's the notes for everything that would happen up until the end of the story.... as far as I had it figured out. You'll notice things are a lot less fleshed out the later things go. That's a big reason why this never got finished. the longer I tried to keep the thing running, the more I realized I never had any idea what I wanted to actually DO with this story which made it pretty hard for me to keep up. it's hard to write a story you're trying to take seriously if all you really have are jokes, it turns out.

I haven't reread any of this or edited it at all so who knows what kind of notes I might have written in between things haha

P: so as i was saying about undyne-

C: who’s undyne?

Everyone freezes. Chara just walked right up to papyrus without being noticed. Paps freaks out for a sec before he pulls sans into a huddle. Chara frowns and tries to peek around.

~Montage of papyrus’s excitement and harder puzzles, death montage

~Junior jumble: its sudoku now

Chara’s doing puzzles and sees flowey spying. They shout him over

C: HEY! still following me, loser? Don’t you have anything better to do? (but they smile)

F: somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t get killed too much out here

Flowey pops up closer to them

C: nah, I’m fine! I’ve got that reset power!

F: not for long considering how much you use it (mumbles. Rolls eyes??) (some depiction of chara dying a lot in the bg)

C: by the way…. In the ruins you were telling me to use it… care to tell me more about it since you seem to know so much?

F: I-... uh… well you already know the most of it. It just resets you back to your last SAVE point like nothing happened. Only beings with a powerful SOUL can use it, so monsters with their weak souls can’t.

Chara stops their puzzle work and sits to even the heights: Can flowers?

F: what the heck are you-... oh, no no no. I’m different.

C: so you have the power too.

F: No! I mean-, i used to before you came around. Yeah.

C: so you’ve done resets. (urging him on)

F: yep.

Chara waits a while: ...thats all you have to say?

F: yep

Travel scenes from here on out depict chara and flowey together

Gauntlet:

Flowey remarks that he doesn't remember a save point being before it. Chara goes along and gets paps’ bit. He does to activate it

C: wait this isn't for real right? U can't be srs!!!

P: yeah I am, this is hard mode!

Just show chara repeatedly spawning at the save and running back in with flowey watching them

Then cut to the end chara on the other side of it panting and exhausted, papyrus shocked but also beaming

P: wow you did it!! I'm so proud of u human! I didn’t think you would actually be able to get through it--- I mean- drat! Foiled again! I'll get u one of these times!

Papyrus runs off and Chara watches him with a look of wonder in their eyes.

F: don’t get too excited. his pride is cheap, he’s proud of everyone and every thing

Chara grumbles and marches forward: whatever. I don’t hear you saying you’re proud of me, so why do I have to listen to what you have to say

F: You know, you’re gonna have to fight him soon. Didn’t sans say so? What are you going to do then, die over and over until you give up or are you going to try to murder him just like you did with Toriel? :)

C: I am not! I’m gonna talk him out of it and go right past him like everyone else. Who knows! Maybe he won’t even fight me because he’s that cool. Even if he does, he’s probably a wimp anyways.

F: I wouldn’t be so sure! I bet you don’t stand a chance.

C: shut up! Quit following me if you’re gonna be this useless.

Paps fight

As papyrus carries their body to the shed to rest. Opens on their vision returning and they see their hands hanging toward the ground.

C: why didn’t you kill me? You’re stronger than everyone else, you could easily do it. Why dont you finish me off so everyone can leave or whatever it is you need me to do? Why did you hold back?

P: OH! YOU’RE AWAKE!

C: you held back…

P: OF COURSE i DID! I COULD NEVER KILL YOU, YOU’RE MY-- I HOPE I’M NOT BEING TOO FORWARD, BUT I LIKE TO THINK OF YOU AS MY FRIEND! AND EVEN THOUGH WE DO NEED YOUR SOUL, YOU DESERVE A FIGHTING CHANCE TO DO… WHATEVER IT IS YOU’RE TRYING TO DO.

Chara is too shocked and confused by the sentiment: I don’t… I don’t understand?

P: WHAT’S SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND ABOUT A FRIEND NOT KILLING YOU? HUMANS ARE SO STRANGE ...OH! I SEE NOW! THE REASON WHY YOU CARRY YOUR KNIFE LIKE THAT. IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE MORE AFRAID OF US MONSTERS THAN WE COULD EVER BE OF YOU!

He sets them down in the shed on the dog bed.

P: I’M SORRY, HUMAN! I WOULD HAVE GIVEN YOU MORE WARNING IF I HAD KNOWN HOW YOU FELT.

C: then… does that mean you’re going to let me go?

P: ABSOLUTELY NOT! I ALREADY CALLED UNDYNE TO MEET ME SO SHE CAN TAKE YOU! AND YOU NEED TO REST NOW AFTER ALL THAT!

C: !! I-I don’t know who Undyne is, but I can’t do that. I’m in a hurry to get out of here.

P: HMM… IF YOU’RE IN A HURRY THEN… NO, NO YOU CAN’T! WE NEED YOUR SOUL, I CAN’T JUST LET YOU LEAVE. UNDYNE’S REALLY COOL TOO, YOU’LL LIKE HER!

C: No, I have to go.

P: AGH, WELL… I SUPPOSE IF YOU CAN GET PAST ME BEFORE I CAN CATCH YOU, THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO. BUT I WON’T GO EASY ON YOU!

Cut to chara walking toward waterfall, papyrus calling after them to come back and hang out sometime. They keep walking and mutter to themself: Sorry, but I’ll get out of here before that ever happens.

WATERFALL

They see monster kid and side eye sans as they charge in, hurriedly.

Chara keeps flowey around and asks him to read the words for him. FLowey says it’s not important at all to anything they’re doing. It’s just monster history junk that means nothing if chara’s trying to leave. Chara’s like shut up cmon help me out maybe there's clues. FLowey reads some history stuff in waterfall treating it like shit they already know

F: why do you care about all this garbage anyway?

C: I dunno, I guess it just sounds familiar. Like a story I heard a long time ago.

Chara stops suddenly and checks their phone. Flowey asks what’s up

C: i thought it rang… you didn’t hear-

The phone starts ringing. Papyrus is cheerfully on the other end and they walk and talk.

He tells them about how he heard so many horrible things about humans and the surface but chara was much nicer than he ever expected. Chara asks where he heard that and he says a flower told him. Chara covers the receiver and looks around for flowey, suspicions of him raised.

Montage w monster kid and umbrella

Chara falls from undyne’s spear attack and wakes up in the trash with flowey over them.

F: hey, wake up. I can tell you’re not dead so hurry up and get moving.

Chara’s kind of bummed: she killed me four times back there. And it wasn’t even a fight. I couldn’t talk her down or… i couldn’t even talk to her, I could barely see her.

F: what, are you giving up or something? You know she can kill you as much as she wants and you aren’t gonna die.

C: I know that! I know this is just like a game where you can keep on going but… it hurts. And it’s exhausting.

F: what will you do then? Sit here in this trash and do nothing?

C: *sigh* no. I’m just feeling down in the dumps.

They smile and get up.

As they’re walking out, they hear a click and someone to tell them to “hold it”

Mad dummys behind them and she just has a gun. Pointed directly at chara. She starts on her thing about the cousin and then blook saves the day.

Chara meets up with blook again. They go to where the snail races used to be. It’s all busted and unused

C: what’s this supposed to be…?

B: oh…. this used to be a snail farm…. And this was a race course…. For snails…. But a long time ago people started to call the races “insensitive” so we had to close them…. Sorry you can’t have any fun racing snails…

C: why was it insensitive…?

B: ...i’d… rather not talk about it………..

Timeskip

C: hey flowey! What’s up with this place and snails?

F:...i wouldnt know.

montage

After waterfall where undyne says how many souls they have

C: flowey… if they have 6 human souls, that means 6 others fell down and died here, so…

F: what?

C: i just- i mean you were the first one i met-

F: no, no, no, ive never killed anyone. You’re the only human i’ve seen since i woke up

Chara relaxes: ok. So you dont know anything about them.

F: no. i heard some things from toriel, not much. It’s too late to try asking her, but she’s seen all of them. She was there at the beginning even.

C: the beginning?

F: you know…. When humans started falling down here and monsters started killing them.

Chara goes silent in thought: wait… how… long has this been going on? How old is toriel?

F: dunno

Chara after having a rough time: it’s hard, but no matter what happens i can just keep trying. I’ll make it out of this! You believe in me right, flowey?

F: no i think you should give up.

Page/chapter ends there. Next is chara going up to fight undyne.

Open on a riff on the “long ago” cutscene that chara cuts off by saying they already know this story

Undyne screams SHUT UP!!! I’m doing my HEROIC MONOLOGUE!! Whatever, I bet you haven’t heard the part about the King and Queen’s human child who died of illness and their other son who was killed by the humans when he tried to return their body to the surface?!

C: No I think I heard that one too? Why are you telling me all this anyways??

U: because this is an UNSKIPPABLE CUTSCENE!! NYAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!

Chara’s getting their ass beat and on low hp: I’ll die in a hit or two. But that’s fine because I’ll just start this over. I’ll start from… where was the last save point…

A vision of them with flowey. Their eyes go red and the flashback cuts in between shots of them running from undyne

F: I think you should give up

Ch: what… give up?? I thought you were on my side with all the telling me to keep going and-and the hanging out with me?!

F: as if you had any other choice but to keep going! We both know you don’t.

C: so you’ve just been following this whole time waiting for me to give up and die, huh?! Why, are you trying to steal my soul just like everybody else?!?

F: it doesn’t matter how hard you try, you’re going to die! And die and die and die! You can reset as much as you want, it won’t change that! So what if I am waiting for you to give up? You’re the last thing keeping monsters trapped down here. If you give up, you’ll give everyone what they want!

C: I thought you wanted to help me?! I thought you were my friend!

F: I would never be friends with a human! You’re all nothing but killing machines!

C: I haven’t killed anyone!

F: You killed Toriel! No number of resets can change what you did! You’re a horrible, disgusting human just like all the others and everyone would be happier if you were dead!

Flowey could say something about dying down here is better than their inevitable death on the surface. Their death would at least be worth something. Mean something

Chara escapes the fight, undyne collapses, and they walk away. they tell themselves they won’t give up. They don’t need help, especially not from that dumb flower. They’ll live to spite him and everyone else who tries to kill them

Chara goes in and meets alphys and overall is p meh abt it bc bad mood. Alphys helping them through the underground makes them talk to themselves about how they dont need flowey, they can do this themself. Friends are no good.

hotland is as normal. probably figure out some indication of things not right. make the game seem broken bc they arent supposed to get so far like this

Chara meets with sans at mtt resort for food reluctantly. Lets him say his piece. After he’s done threatening to kill them chara says to his face that they really don’t like him.

Need some hubbub about them having to kill asgore to get out. Theyll be like yeah I know that (somehow)... oh but I need a plan… how will i come up with a plan..

Flowey finally appears to chara again just before they get to new home and tries to talk them out of leaving. Disparaging the surface and telling them they could live happily down here. Chara says no, it’s too hard because people are constantly hunting them down and being the last soul, no ones going to stop that. He says that he’s sorry for the way he was before

Chara smiles back, and then looks away: What you said before… about.. My inevitable death on the surface…

F: that was… don’t worry about that.

C: are you afraid of it?

F: well- yeah, it’s a dangerous place. Everyone knows that.

C: I’ve died a lot more times down here than I ever did up there.

A beat

C: you go back and forth a lot between talking about how I should stay down here because it’s better… but also if I die down here… everyone gets to go free… to the horrible, awful surface.

F: uh,, did I say all that…? I may have contradicted myself a little… I guess… in the end I just wanted an excuse for you to stay around. I really don’t want you to die.

C: so you did see me as a friend after all?

F: well…you reminded me of someone who was my friend. I wish we could have been friends.

C: Do you think… If I reset back to the beginning and did this again, if I said the right things… we could have been?

F: No… You could be as nice to me or as mean to me as you want. No matter how many times you reset, some things never change.

C: ...Did you ever… have to reset because you killed someone?

F: ……….once… and then I never reset ever again. The power to reset… makes you do bad things. It’s wrong. I had to stop because i knew… I’d make someone really upset if I kept messing around.

C: well, in that case… I guess I’ll just have to get the rest of the way out of here without any resets!

Flowey smiles: I dunno, keep one or two under your belt. You’re a pretty big klutz.

C: Thanks for helping me out of here, flowey. Even if you just did it because you were begged.

Can you imagine a more paranoid flowey who is less interested in attacking you and regaining the reset ability, but is pleased af that you have the reset ability because that means you can't die, and instead he spends the entire game trying to convince you that humanity is hopeless. That there is nothing on the surface world returning to. That it's safer, down here.

he's part of the reason why things are so much harder

he's the one that starts the rumors about the dangers of teh surface world

there's a definite sense of paranoia all across the board

When they approach new home, flowey appears one last time and grabs chara by the hand, telling them not to go. They can live in the underground, they’ve made a lot of friends here. Chara says that they have to go, they’ll find a way to get out without killing asgore. Flowey says that he tried to stop them, this is as far as he’ll go. This is goodbye. They bid their farewells and chara goes along, but flowey secretly follows them, much less detectable than ever before. It’s revealed when he’s hiding with the flowers.

Chara walks up to new home, regarding it as a vaguely familiar sight. They walk down the many halls knowing exactly where to go. The monsters speak as they go through the motions. They find a cookbook in the kitchen with a page for snail pie missing. Chara mumbles about already knowing the story and that they should all shut up. They walk more quickly to stay ahead of them. Then one mentions the snail pie and chara stops dead in their tracks. No that’s not how it happened- they stop, and take back off.

They are stopped by sans in the judgement hall, glaring at him.

S: well I had a whole speech to give ya, but you look like you’re in a hurry. You’re a weird kid, but you’re fine. The king’s up ahead.

OTHER alternative: chara realizes something’s wrong and runs back to get everyone, probably threatening to kill asgore to convince them to come quickly. Sans is avoided due to the mob approaching behind them “I heard the word that you’re on your way to kill the king.” c: are you here to stop me? “Nah. But you’d better have a good plan to back yourself up, kid. King’s up ahead”

They run up to asgore, no nonsense. Some time is taken to progress things. As they leave the throne room, flowey watches from the flowers, chara looks back to confirm he’s there.

Asgore draws up the souls, the fight is about to engage, before he can smash “MERCY” chara yells: ASRIEL. Get the souls.

Everything stops. Flowey is behind them, stunned and confused. Chara turns and asks him what he’s waiting for. Hurry up and take the souls before everyone else gets here. Nearly every last monster is coming, if he can become godlike and absorb them, it will be enough strength to break the barrier.

Flowey is confused, how do they know that? Chara tells him he did it before. Doesn’t he remember? Doesn’t he remember them?

Either flowey does it and something happens, or flowey waits too long and chaos erupts which gets them killed, and then chara and flowey have to meet up and workshop.

Final fight:

He probably says some shit about frisk and how he cant lose frisk again, chara must insist that theyre not frisk. When they say their name is chara, he hesitates for only a moment. Finally, when chara’s pinned and about to seriously die…

C: you remember it now too, don’t you? It took me a while, I couldn’t remember a thing until i started hearing your name around. You’re an all powerful god now, you should be able to remember it all better than me

A: shut up.

C: would frisk want us to fight like this?! Would frisk want you to kill your own sibling?!

A: c-.... You’re… you’re really chara?

He lets them go

They reach the conclusion that frisk messed with everything and put them here with no memories so they could do something frisk could never do. Frisk thinks they deserve to live, no matter how much the two may disagree. They have to play along. Asriel is a god and can use his powers to break the barrier and bring EVERYONE back to life so they can live together happily.

go to final fight and everyones already there, things are very confused, flowey takes the souls and things glitch out (screen phases between bosses) and chara realizes this isnt how things are supposed to be, tells asriel theyre sorry for their baggage but he doesnt understand bc he isnt theirs, and then they gotta find frisk somehow

OR... they realize things in the speech and don't go to fight asgore bc theyre finding flowey... they feign fighting asgore and then suddenly tell flowey to take the souls("Asriel! get the souls!" and thats the first time they call him by name)...? i like that a bit better. they start going on about crazy shit that makes roided out flowey kind of lose it at them which leads to them apologizing to their own asriel but then realizing they need to find frisk

but HOW do they find frisk

The end shows chara asriel and frisk hugging eachother, all alive and well. Then the two are “processing…” and remember that oh, theyve done some dark messed up stuff.

#unsure what to tag this as lol #sorry if the readmore doesnt work for any reason

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snow-and-saltea · 2 years ago

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For the characters- Yanfei, Jean, and Xiao por favor~!

tex my beloved!!! anything for you!!!!

yanfei:

I LOVE HER SMMMMMM i think i mained her in a reaction party since 2.1 or so? cus i remember i got her cons during ayaka banner (up to c2) and i was like :0 might as well build her cus she's cute and i love her va! and then i pulled for her again during yelan banner and now she's c5. i love her sm, she's very witty and has a way with words, the entire serenitea pot quest was just a yanfei quest in disguise. she's also the first adeptus (technically half) that genuinely has a happy story that's not about Suffering. i love how talkative and rambly and nitpicky she is. and how she has a weak spot when it comes to divorce / emotional cases!!! and how her "contract" is literally just to live a happy life? im tearing up!! thats so cute!!!

jean gunnhildr:

my Wife. i think i've already told this before somewhere in my genshin tag but i lost 50/50 to her the first time i tried to pull on a limited chara, zhongli. and she has NEVER left my party unless i'm trying to gain friendship xp. i use her w literally any chara bc i can't bear to bench her cus she's too pretty and i want to do everything w her. i think i legit make teams around her LMAO like xiao hypercarry? that's fine, jean can be anemo battery and healer. i now have built bennett and raiden? cool, time for sunfire jean! freeze team? oh we'll need a cryo res debuffer! ill put jean on. she just works so well for so many things??? 🧎 who needs zhongli when mhy can just powercreep enemies by introducing corrosion? u know who doesnt need a shield to be good? jean. i have her on c2 and im planning to get her to c4 so she can shred anemo res!!!

tho tbh what made me fall for her first was her character and personality. i just really love hardworking earnest and "justice-like" knight girls.... i think they're so cute. my fave lines from her are "You have my complete and full support. Of course, if your path ever deviates from justice, I will not hesitate to point it out." and "I swear by this sword, victory shall be yours." LIKE PLEASE. .... AND HER FINAL ASCENSION LINE????? "Wind, please forgive my selfishness. Not as the Acting Grand Master, but as Jean - I hereby swear that my sword shall always go with you."

PLEASE ..... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH..... 🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎

xiao:

hehehe!! as mentioned before, i use him a lot w jean! i dont have much to say about his personality or lore since i think what i would say are things that things that have been echoed by a lot of other people. but in terms of the game and gameplay wise, i super love his novelty. his gameplay is completely not reliant on elemental reactions at all which i SUPER love. i think i told this story already, but like. for a good chunk of genshin i legit didnt know we were supposed to build teams around elemental reactions. bc my first two limited 5* charas that i got were xiao and eula, whose whole playstyle revolves around being a "selfish" dps who does crazy consolidated dmg. and i thought elemental reactions in genshin worked like pokemon where it was like... "ok water beats fire. i guess i shouldnt put hydro and pyro charas in the same team!" <- a complete fool. that was the opposite lesson you had to learn.

i think he's been my main dps ever since i got him! in 1.3, so february last year. right now i switch between yanfei elemental reaction team, ayaka + yelan freeze team, and xiao hypercarry with bennett and xiangling as supports. he's super fun to play as, though i wish he wouldnt cause enemies around him to get knocked back as i plunge using his burst TwT

#yuu rambles #genshin impact #thank you tex!!!!!#also dont think too much abt the fact that only female charas have i listed as 'hot' or 'want to marry' <33 #i think guy charas are cool. like people i'd like to put under a microscope you know? but when i like girl charas i am just #full blown going Hi. Can I Marry You Maybe?#the guys i think i'd be p cool friends with!!!

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askfallenroyalty · 4 years ago

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I don't think you did anything wrong. When a story is being written, there are a lot of different ways to adress and express something and maybe that's why you're being misunderstood. I think there are just too many things to adress in this story that maybe some people will get when these things are implicitly implied and some people will not. So when a breaking point comes, they'd think it came out of nowhere. You can see this with the amount of asks you receive asking you often the same thing.

Does that mean it's wrong? Ofc not! I myself was a little bit confused with Frisk's reactions and conduct in general until you explained it in your recent asks, and I thought man, that was what I was missing!

Now, yes I believe some parts of the story could have been explained in a different way, because in my opinion there's a lot to read between the lines. If you don't try to understand the characters, you'll clearly be confused as hell. But that's why I love this story! As you said before, there's nothing meant to be black/white coded, and I really appreciate the world and the character's complexity in general. You don't have some of the answers in hand, an that's when you have to analize! (At least that's what I do haha)

I also really felt like telling you something I've been relating to, so I'm putting the respectives tw if someone doesn't want to keep reading (TW: Suicide mention).

In the DW Arc, when the Christmas and Feylow stuff happened, I realised through Chara that I was doing the exact same thing with a friend of mine. He was going through a lot of stuff, and tried to commit suicide multiple times. I was focusing a huge amount of energy on him because I was afraid to lose him, and when he suddenly stopped talking to me so he could take a break, I felt really lost. Because he was the person I talked with the most, one of my dearest friends, and the idea of losing him and not being there to stop it made me insanely anxious, because that used to be the situation most of the times. Now it's been a year since he's stopped talking to me, and I don't exactly know the reason. But I couldn't keep running behind someone who didn't seem to keep wanting me around. And if it wasn't for you, I couldn't have realized how much this was hurting me.

And now, as much as it hurts me to see him acting this distant and cold with me, I'm okay with it. I really am. Because I now have the tranquility to see him continue, even when things are not okay. I can't force a friendship and I really needed to understand that back then. I trust him as much as he trusts me.

I really wanted to thank you for writing this story because it has helped me in a way I didn't expect, and I'm sure it will help a lot of people too! I'm even learning from your way of taking and discussing things haha.

I just wanted you to have this tranquility I have with this story because I trust it'll work out and explain itself once it's finished. And I just can't express how thankful I am to be reading your story.

Thank you again,

I'm looking forward to more of your work and please, take care! Don't stop doing what you enjoy! 🦋

putting it under a readmore because of how long the ask/response is, sorry!

i’m at a loss of words because wow, this ask really hit in a way i’ve never really could of anticipated. when writing AFR, i write a story about things I felt. I’ve been Chara, I’ve been Asriel and Frisk at points in my life. I write because I need to tell their stories and make it real, specifically for my own sake of getting through my own pain and to tell the world this is who i am and that I will be ok, there is hope in this world. It’s a selfish desire for me, but ultimately that’s what art is i feel. I couldn’t draw this much and put so much time and effort into something without it being meaningful or personal.

but art is communication, and when I write to be seen and to be heard, I know there’s others who are reading and are connecting with the work. (otherwise, I wouldn’t be getting asks right? its a lonely process, i forget there’s the second half of the equation -you guys) and i’ll do my best to make sure people are accommodated and can experience this story without hurting in a way that’s past enjoying a emotionally gripping piece of media. i don’t want people to be upset or hurt for my work, and I want to ensure I can make this without hurting others.

I try to leave a lot of ambiguity and room for people to interpret stories and I don’t mind people missing the point or interpreting things vastly differently than what I intended. that’s fine, that’s what art is all about. i don’t want to hold people’s hands and tell them what’s happening or what they should feel -i want them to choose and decipher and think things over. stories should be stimulating and thought provoking, and i can’t decide what those thoughts are. I wouldn’t want to. Personally, if it means people become more confused and lost over the story -well, that’s a trade off I have to take. if it means the story is more up-to-interpretation, than it’s worth it to me.

i do regret with how fast and punchy the arc ended up, and I feel my hints may have been too weak. asriel/flowey has been bluntly surprised/asking to be killed twice, he hasn’t felt like himself since dying and has lost his support systems ect. as a person who’s Been Through Shit, I thought it was as obvious as the sun what was to come but thinking on it now?

with how distance asriel is, how limited the perspective is to chara (who hasn’t known Asriel has been going thru the same depressive/suicidal thoughts as they have this whole time) it was a shock to the system. and in a way that’s fine in my eyes if the reader was completely shocked as you can emphasize more with chara that way... but in the same sense its horrifying for them, it must be for the reader as well.

and I do feel I should of thought of a way to handle the scenario to where it was less in your-face with Asriel’s decent into desperation and attempts. I don’t want to ever show it on screen, I don’t want to ever go into detail and make it any sort of fun for the viewer. it’s supposed to be disturbing and painful and I tried to show how greatly painful it was affecting both chara and frisk. Suicide victims are victims and everyone involved suffer from it. It’s ugly and never something one should be anything but ugly.

that is my intent for it be that, but as I’ve heard from people it’s still a shock and went too far. Authorial intent doesn’t matter when people react to your stories. yes, the context can be good to have, but people’s feelings and reactions mean the world more. I hope with the added context of the complete story that helps it in the long run, but as it is I’m very unhappy with how I tackled it and I don’t really have a good answer to how I should of gone about it. but at the end of the day that doesn’t matter as it happened and I can’t change it.

i’m sorry about your friend and i’m sorry for the pain you’ve experienced as well. it’s not easy being in that position (nor is it for ur friend as well of course) and it’s perfectly fine to feel hurt and to take time for yourself to address those feelings. You, as a person, matter and your feelings are justifiably important as well. nobody asks to be mentally ill and your friend’s choices aren’t fully theirs because of that, but it doesn’t change how it’s affected and hurt you. Losing someone’s friendship has always been a painful and inevitable experience people must go thru in life. I’m sorry that you’ve gone through that, but I’m glad -so happy that my story has helped you in any amount. I sincerely wish you both the best and to heal, I’m proud of you anon for getting through this.

I can’t really express how much it means as a writer to see how my work helped you. Like I mentioned before, I write and feel like it’s by myself that makes this work but it’s a 2 way street -you guys contribute to the story and the story only exists and is perceived by you. without an audience, it really truly is just me here. what you gain and experience within a story is just as important as the writing of the work itself and I often forget that.

Thank you. This was a really nice and eye opening ask and it’s going to be on my mind for a while, haha. I hope once the story is done and I can post-correct how I handle the story, people can learn and gain meaning to it like you have. Sorry if this was a bit rambly, I’m very thankful for your response (as well as everyone else who’s messaged!) and I’m very happy and excited to continue and to do my best. Thank you all so much.

#ooc #tbd #not art #suicide #ask to tag #also sorry i do not mean to get so parasocial here! is it parasocial in this instance?#i'm not fully sure but regardless #i do want my readers to be ok and I hope its not out of line to respond like this #maybe i'm overthinking things im sorry asdfkljasd #Anonymous

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starlightshore · 4 years ago

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Is there any evidence that Chara is an abuse victim? It's a very popular headcanon and I want to understand why

hrm. ok let me preface this with a couple of things: one, i actually answered this same question a couple weeks ago (week ago? time means nothing to me) on AFR but i got triggered by continuous use of the topic and people wouldn’t stop talking after i asked multiple times for us to stop. (no bad blood to anyone involved) this is only relevant because its the same question, and I want to make it clear I am fine with talking about this topic, and I will say if or when it’s stressing me out. I am not against talking about dark themes, and at the moment I am calm and fine.

I want everyone to know that this is a triggering topic and i specifically am susceptible to this and it’s surrounding themes, so please try to read the room I’m creating on this topic and give me the proper space.

i say that all ahead of time because I do not want to get triggered or talk about child abuse/death/suicide at length. this ask is fine. maybe a couple more if it’s brief and not asking me to do further research.

secondly, I want to talk about UT canon real quick. UT, for the most part, relies on text to spell out it’s history and world. characters don’t walk on screen and say: I’m Chara Dreemurr. I was born on September 15th 2003. I’m nonbinary and use they/them.” like no, characters live in the moment and yes their past define them, but they got bigger things to worry about and talk about current things. maybe they’ll refer to past things, but never bluntly.

--putting under read more. discussion of child abuse, self harm, and other ingame dark topics. This is mainly a character analysis

So, either you infer from what’s available or you search the wiki/playthrough/text dumps. The very act of playing no mercy route has lore in itself, if you account for player theory and other factors I’m not getting into here. Anyway, Undertale is a very Deep and loaded game with lots of world building built into every nook and cranny. (just spend 5 minutes on semi-frequent undertale facts if you’re curious to this rabbit hole)

Anyway point being, Chara is the narrator. this is fact. “it’s me, Chara.” They outright say it. I hate when people call it theory when it’s more explicit than most things in game.

anyway, the main flavor text i want to point to is this:

* "Faded Ribbon" - Armor DF 3 * If you're cuter, monsters won't hit you as hard.

So here’s a couple things I want to talk about first. Yes, monsters fight and that is normal.

* But they will never know the joy of expressing themselves through magic.* They'll never get a bullet- pattern birthday card...

It’s 10000% likely that Chara dealt with monster fights when alive. And that most likely lead to culture shock and confusion, but with Toriel (lmao, she outright scares off a froggit from Frisk) by their side and being a royal, I highly doubt they were in any danger in that household.

point being, yes, monsters could of hurt them, I would think this mindset is more directed to humanity, rather than monsterkind. You can read it more bluntly that it’s about monsters after all, t does specify monsters here. My counter point is that is to foreshadow how monsters are weaker beings who are more in-tuned with their magic-based bodies and are susceptible to intent, and likewise their magic reflects their own intent.

So yeah, I think it reflects to Chara’s general history and mindset to wanting to appear more tolerable to avoid pain, be it physical abuse or fear of being human. Chara, who calls themself a demon and hated humanity passionately, would be fully aware they are human. When welcomed to a very loving monster family, they didn’t want to ruin the prophetic angelic image they placed on them. They knew with their own imperfect behavior, that they were doomed to fail them.

This can be inferred from how both Toriel and Asgore wear the deltarune (Toriel’s robes, Asgore’s armor makes the wings and their homes in both games have the symbol). Gerson talks about how either the Deltarune Angel (someone who has seen the surface and returned) would either free them or destroy them all. Chara, who the underground believed to be that Angel, was put on this huge pedestal that clearly both parent’s believed in.

We know Toriel represents Integrity,

* someone who sincerely likes bad jokes...* has an integrity you can't say "no" to.

(along with being refereed to in the blue color of text)

and by both (points in DR’s direction) and this line from her when allowing Frisk to go past the ruins:

My expectations... My loneliness... My fear...For you, my child... I will put them aside.

Toriel says expectations first. It’s clearly a huge part of her motivation. I absolutely see how this pressure not only was put on Chara, but Asriel as well. This isn’t a hate letter to Toriel btw, but rather an examination of her parenting that led to the main tragedy of the game. It’s a cautionary tale. Toriel was not prepared for adopting a suicidal preteen.

speaking of which! back to the whole point of this post.

* I know why (Chara) climbed the mountain.

*(Chara) hated humanity.* Why they did, they never talked about it.* But they felt very strongly about that.

Now I want to say that Chara hating humanity enough to run away to kill themself doesn’t strictly mean they were abused, but wow! Chara is seriously mentally ill (and frankly, yes, children can be are suicidal) and I don’t think that level of suffering happens for no reason.

* The ends of the tools have been filed down to make them safer.* Seems like gardening tools.

* Where are the knives.

The gardening tools in Toriel’s home are dulled and there are no knives in the kitchen. These are actions one takes when their child self harms, this isn’t precautions based in them being literal infants. Chara I imagine was closer to 10/12 age range than Baby. (what baby knows what a tsundere is?)

All these paint a picture of a child who self harms, who violently hates humanity and wanted to kill their (likely) abusers. I’ve also seen someone suggest the fact that FIGHT is your first option in the game in itself reflects how Chara’s first instinct is to Fight first. Both Frisk and Chara are heavily influenced by the player’s actions (both literal and in a parental/guardian like influence) and we see this thru Chara’s outlook changes depending on LV, as well how Frisk feels about violence. (dogfood bag being half full/empty, punching mad dummy in the dump)

Using the themes of the game and backstory/context, we can see how Chara has been taught violence as a viable option. I’d link that more to their pre-underground as Monsterkind as a society preaches mercy and uses bullets not as a murderous tool, but as self expression.

Again, I don’t want to say that just because a child is mentally ill and self harms, doesn’t mean they were abused but I don’t think it’s out of line as a reasoning for it. Yes, sometimes you’re just born with such mental illness, but I choose to interpret the faded ribbon dialogue + their own desire to fight/kill as something taught by example. It fits the themes. It’s more realistic to see Chara as someone who’s been hurt and has learned to hurt in return. (AND that does not mean abuse victims are therefore doomed to become abusers! chara is a child first and thru the pacifist route they’re just as merciful as Frisk! It’s a character arc)

and just to be absolutely clear because I KNOW how tumblr handles nuance sometimes, I am speaking as a former abused and suicidal child. Making that clear that when I say this is how I read the text, it’s not just me speculating on the game’s content but on a real life knowledge of how this shit works. Chara very, very much reads an abused and depressed child who just wanted to fulfill the prophecy for the sake of their family’s freedom.

With almost killing Asgore on accident, Chara realizes that they are an evil human and the only way to free their people is to die violently. (don’t look up buttercup poisoning side effects, it’s bad.) Chara didn’t need to die to escape. They could of killed any of the dreemurrs, but they chose to die horrifically. It’s common for those who are suicidal that they’ll want to die before people see them in a negative light.

also couldn’t really fit this earlier but hell, this is long anyway so I might as well say this here. I think we can also infer Chara’s hatred for humanity grew with learning the history of monsterkind. The books harshly say human souls are different and it’s possible they may not even naturally have compassion and love, or at least, are not required to have it. Humans sealed monsters underground and commited actual genocide against them. (and i don’t use that word lightly. the no mercy route isn’t a genocide, please don’t use that term for that. esp don’t lighten such a heavy and real-word term to a frickin video game route oh my god)

We have this repeating theme of society’s influence on children and how cycles of pain continue. What is “in this world, it’s kill-or-be-killed“ but a statement on society? I’ve discussed before that I think it’s very likely Chara said those words to Asriel as they were being murdered, and how the very system that put Chara into this path was human society that both failed Chara and monsterkind all those years ago. The game’s message is that you must not kill, and you must not be killed in return. That there is a third option, and that even in dire circumstances if you use 7 virtues and are determined enough, you can avoid war and make peace. This isn’t to say self defense is bad, Undyne the Undyning is framed as a hero, and cruel/corrupt rulers should be disposed of (king spade)

this got a little off topic but I thought it was fun to write about. The game’s main theme is built around that phrase, it’s Asriel’s character arc of him learning thru Frisk/Chara/Player that in this world, despite everything, you don’t have to kill or be killed.

TLDR; Chara is implied to hate humanity so strongly they were willing to die horrifically to free monsterkind and fulfill the angel’s prophecy. the game depicts them as a very mentally ill child and with the addition of the faded ribbon text + desire to FIGHT, Chara likely learned this mindset before falling underground. looking at the themes of the game and chara’s backstory, we can infer and take a guess at who they were and what the game is trying to say. Undertale is a good game and has a good moral. That’s my TedTalk

#personal stuff #sams replies #ask to tag #suicide mention #child abuse mention #self harm mention #Anonymous

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kekisu · 4 years ago

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TOP 5 CHARAS AND 5 REASONS WHY YOU LIKE THEM GO GO GO

AHHHH OKAY OKAY. I LITERALLY LIT UP WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX YOU HAVE NOOOO IDEA THANK YOU SO MUCH ah okay. i hope its ok if i leave it to just one or two of my fav things about them though cause NFHBGDF I DONT WANT THIS TO BE MILES LONG i hope you understand!!!!!

1. LIGHT YAGAMI

now. i dont think anybodys surprised. MFKSKFMFMHNGJN honestly, though i dont care about death note much at all anymore, hes like gum stuck to my shoe and i just cannot get him off no matter what i do. i tell myself that i dont give a fuck about anything in death note until i see him on my dash and i go apeshit. hes completely changed me and how i approach analyzing complex characters. i think hes the first character that ive ever actually cared about in that sense? the sense where i look into every detail about him i mean. its really just so fun...

my absolute favorite thing about him... i really love how funny he is. this isnt to say hes a humorous guy im saying hes funny as in he makes such stupid decisions and its hilarious to see him struggle so hard constantly. the entire ending of death note is fucking insane it sends me into laughing fits every time. theres so many funny moments in death note despite it being considered a psychological horror animanga because of him being a genuine fucking idiot 24/7. hes supposed to be a genius but he truly does lack so much self awareness sometimes.

if you wanna know more of my thoughts in depth, i have an analysis of him here that you can check out :) ID LOVE FEEDBACK ON IT so if you disagree with me or have questions etc feel free to shoot an ask and ill try to answer!!!!!

2. GORO AKECHI

god... hes perfect. he and light are on the same level of favoritism for me, dont let the numbers fool you. hes hands down my absolute favorite in persona 5 and it blows my mind knowing that the majority of the fandom feels the exact opposite or are torn over him ITS ALMOST FRUSTRATING because its mostly due to the amount of misinformation/mischaracterization spread about him!!!! but no he just happens to be the best written character in that piece of shit of a game! MFDKDHNGJJ AND PERSONA FANS CANT COMPREHEND GOOD WRITING

my favorite thing about him.. i love how hes written. and i know this sounds really basic and predictable, but its the truth i just really love his growth as a character, especially in royals third semester when he gets a chance to properly shine and oh my god! did he shine! hes literally so perfect in 3rd sem

theres just something so captivating about an angry teenager who truly thinks of his life as worthless and doesnt bother making bonds with others because of it who suddenly finds himself questioning his choices of self isolation when he finally meets a group of people he can resonate with and feel seen by. a group of people who are willing to reach out and listen to him despite his past mistakes. theres just something so perfect about seeing that same angry teenager want to take his life into his own hands and strive to grow... that same angry teenager who didnt value his own life start to see meaning in things because of bonds...

i love goro so so much he makes me so emotional if it isnt obvious enough NGFHGDGBDFH I THINK ABOUT HIM A LOT. i think about him healing so much.

(btw im working on an analysis for him atm thats similar to lights so! stay tuned for that dropping when its done in like a million years NFHFBGFHDBGHF)

3. AKIRA KURUSU

DAMN 2 PERSONA 5 CHARACTERS IN A ROW

OKAY SO i know Technically akira is supposed to be a blank slate silent protagonist but let me tell you THATS SO FAR FROM WHAT HE ACTUALLY IS. IM NEVER FORGIVING ATLUS FOR TRYING TO SHOVE HIM INTO THE SILENT PROTAG BOX AND NOT LETTING HIM BE HIS OWN CHARACTER! BECAUSE HE HAS THE POTENTIAL TO BE AMAZINGGGGG ugh sorryfor caps im so fuckng mad MKDFKMGMHMGMG

it really does get on my nerves how because of atlus trying to make him a silent protag, the majority of the p5 fandom sees him as that. blank slate. nothing. when in reality he very much has a ton of spunk and id argue that hes his own character entirely if you just look a little deeper past the surface Like... its not even that hard to see personality in him. beneath the mask is literally his theme song, have you Not seen the lyrics to that? HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE ENTIRE THEME OF THE GAME? this little dude is so traumatized and angry at those who wronged him (aka the justice system! shitty adults!) and people have the nerve to say hes the worst persona protagonist? lmfao

my favorite thing about akira is how he looks like a cat and how cocky and annoying he can be.. he is such a jokester hes the absolute dumbest. i enjoy this silly guy. *holds him under the armpits like a longcat*

4. SHIGEO KAGEYAMA

ahhh mob. he makes me do this -> :)

mp100, of course, changed my fucking life. mp100 is the reason i am the way i am and though all the characters are incredibly relatable and memorable and i cherish them so dearly, i, like most people, cherish mob the absolute most. seriously his strength really is incredible and though hes just a fictional character he is so inspiring and i wish to carry as much gentleness in my heart as he does.

im so so proud of him on his development he started off so.. i wouldnt say he was weak, but i would say that he lacked experience. he lived in his own little bubble not knowing what the world was like and throughout the story he grew to learn so much.. he learned to make such. mature decisions at such a young age. hes so so wise. hes so powerful not only because of his psychic powers but because of his compassion for others. he can befriend even the worst of people...

my favorite thing about him is his determination to become the best version of himself he can be. and also his relationship with ritsu (not me, i mean ritsu kageyama <3) i always gravitate towards siblings in fiction because im an only child and well <3 i dont experience that. so i like projecting onto them GHBFBBHFG they care so much for each other.. sniffle sniffle

5. RYO ASUKA

ok im going to be real even though im into devilman i dont have much of a reason to enjoy him this much. i just think hes hilarious and really cool and his satan form gives me gender envy. i love it when he commits random easily avoidable acts of violence for no reason at all its just because he wants to. and thats just fine. i think he can kill people and get away with it because hes ryo asuka. gay rights

#asks #dn #p5 #mp100 #devilman #long post #THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR THIS ASK

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jusauria · 4 years ago

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Hotcattale (basic storyline)

Like every Story we have to start from the beginning of all.

Long time ago. In an AU of undertale there were monsters and humans. Both creatures needed the same kind of food to survive. The soul powers of the monsters scared The humans. The monsters were afraid of the soul energy of the humans. The fear turned into hate and a war began. In this war many lost their lives and both sides capitulated. The monsters were aware of the humans hate and so they moved out of all human villages to start a new life in peace. The only problem for the monsters in the mountains is the lacking source of food. Some of the best guards are hunting animals. The others are going to the cities to get other needed food supplies.

In these awful times of hate and rebuilding the life story of Sans and Papyrus begin. When the little skeleton opened his eyes he saw two taller skeletons in front of him. A huge smile were on their faces. They pick up the little skeleton and tell him: “My child. You made it. Of all the dead children's bodies, you made it to become a skeleton. We are so proud of you.” The surprised child looked around and saw something moving in the ashes. He started to move uncontrollable in the arms of the huge skeleton, only to tell them there was something. The female looking adult stuck her hand in the ashes and got out another little skeleton. The ashes made his bones look black and he sneezed a few times. The adults looked pleased. They grabbed their stuff and went to the forest where all the skeletons live.

Both kids grew up there and learned many new things. Even so they learned that skeletons can’t make kids like other monsters can. They need dead children in the age between 5-10 and have to put soulpower in them. Unfortunately not all kids become skeletons. That’s why the population of skeletons is looked over very careful. The two young skeletons knew they were from now on brothers and so they treated each other like. The smaller one got the name Sans, in the meaning of a calmness of the Ocean and the Sand. While the other one got the name Papyrus, in the meaning for the Power and Kindness from his soul. Sans was always the weaker skeleton of the both. He almost died of an unknown sickness and so his Heal Points (HP) went down to 1.

Papyrus and Sans often went outside to see others of their kind. But they never felt welcomed near them. When both got 15 they moved out. On that day all the skeletons in their villages said to them goodbye and wished them a ‘skeleton’ of luck. The brothers left the villages and walked many days to finally see the mountain they wanted to start a new life. They tardy walked in the entrance and asked other monsters where the king and queen were. On their way they met ,a bit younger as them, Asriel who showed them his parents. The royal family allowed the skelebrothers to live in the Underground. Toriel asked them kindly with a caring voice where they both want to live. Sans said: “I don’t mind any place. My bro should choose. He is the coolest in this stuff” Papyrus looked at the huge map on the walls of the gigantic room and pointed at Snowdin. He yelled: “There! This place should be as calm as Sans and as cool as me. Nyahaha.” Toriel looked at Asgore and both agreed. In snowdin was an old house where nobody lived. So the brother took this opportunity and made it their own.

Many years passed and the brothers grew in knowledge and happiness. While Sans found a job as scientist assistant in the labor from hotland. Papyrus made his hobby of cooking to his job in “Grillby’s”. But Papyrus' dream is to become a part of the royal guards. He wants to go outside and buy food for the monsters who need it. Sans and Papyrus are the only skeletons in the Underground. They always get from the town people rotten or spoiled food to eat and to cook with. They give this to the brothers not because they hate them. Generally because they don’t want to waste food. Even so skeletons can eat all kinds of food without getting sick.

One day the brother's knowledge about human and monster relationships broke apart.

Sans was in his room. All dressed in black and in front of his door was Papyrus in black too. He stared at the door wanting to knock but couldn't make him do it. He broke into tears.

Both had come home from the funeral of Asriel and his best human friend Chara. The brothers, Asriel and the twin sibling Chara and Frisk always have been very close to each other. One day when they were in a restaurant of all kinds Asriel and Chara got poisoned by the golden flower poison. The brothers ate the same dish. But because they are skeletons it had no effect on them. If Frisk had been there too, he would have gotten poisoned like his sister and the prince.

Sans was sitting in his room corner thinking why they couldn’t save them. Why they didn’t notice something was wrong. Papyrus otherwise was thinking how sad Frisk must be. Lost his twin sister and wasn’t able to be at the funeral because he is still ill.

A month later Sans and Papyrus are fine again. Of course they are still sad about the lost, but they need to work to earn money. Else they will lose the house and that’s what both don’t want to happen.

Sans walks nervous around in the labor and Dr. Gaster looks at him and asks kindly: “Sans. Do you think a maschine could produce all kinds of food, with water and the key atoms?” Sans stopped walking. He thinks about all possibilities and replies with yes. Gaster smiles and shows him a room which was always locked up. On the walls were plans for a food making maschine to solve the hunger of the monsters. The sketches and files amaze Sans . The doctor put his hand on his shoulder and whispered to him: “This will be your work from now on. Work on this machine and save the monsters. I will work on the core power machine in the meanwhile.” This is a huge job opportunity for Sans. After work he takes a shortcut to his home door and jumps into Papyrus arms. Both brothers walk inside the house. Walk to the kitchen, make tea and sit down on the table to talk about what happened on this day. They have no secrets from each other and speak open to each other. Papyrus tells Sans that people like the food he makes. The royal guard Undyne wants to teach him more cooking tricks. She was very impressed by his skills. Sans is happy for his brother and lets him talk for a while more until he tells him his news. At the moment Papyrus finished talking he tells him his whole day in detail. What a huge responsibility he has now. Even so he informs him that he will stay at the labor for a while. Papyrus stands up and hugs his brother.

The next day Sans walks to Papyrus and says: “Listen. I know you can stay alone for a while. Please be safe bro. I will be gone for about 2 or 3 months.” Papyrus looks at Sans and replies: “You don’t have to worry at all. The brilliant Papyrus will make sure everything is ok and safe! Be careful of your heavy bones”. With a last hug their paths split.

Stress is for Sans a foreigner word. He has never known stress until he sees the deadline for the machine to work and be ready to use. Sans calculations have to be all correct. Every mistake will take too much time to fix. So he worked fast but meticulous. Skeletons don’t necessari need sleep, so he had only 2 hours of sleep everyday. Gaster looks like a skeleton but isn’t so every night Sans is working alone in the labor. Often he gets scared that something will pop up out of the darkness. But this wasn’t a reason for him to stop working.

Day after day was hard work on his plan but 2 months later he finished the first machine of his kind.

In the 2 months Gaster hired a new assistant named Alphys. She is shy but it isn’t that bad to work with her. Sans invites Gaster for seeing and testing the prototype. Gaster sets up the maschine and pour the special liquid in the maschine. He starts the maschine and walks a few steps away from it. First all looks good but then Sans notices that the machine starts to form some cracks. He yelled at Gaster to walk farther away. But he was too late. A huge explosion is the result and Sans gets smashed to the wall behind him. He hits his head on the wall and his whole body gets covered in a strange hot liquid. He stands up and some of the liquid gets inside of his skull. The pain of the heat, how it burns through his skull and cracks it makes him faint.

When he opens his eyes he sees Papyrus and Alphys talking. He sits up and asks: “How long was I out.” Papyrus' face shows that he was sleeping for longer than 1 day. His brother jumps on his bed and gives him a strong hug. He cries in relief and Alphys goes outside to let both of them have some time for themselves. As soon as Papyrus finished crying himself out, Sans stands up. He sees in a mirror two cracks on each cheek and the almost full healed hole in the back of his skull. They go outside the room and Alphys asks Sans to do some task.

All monster kinds can use magic. Not all the same kind of magic, Skeleton uses bone magic.

She asked him to spawn some bones. Sans focuses and sees the bone in front of his spiritual eye. But at the moment he releases the power he spawns a hotdog which looks more cat-like. A hotcat? Sans tries again to make a bone but all he does is make hotcats. All in the living room are in shock. Sans runs upstairs in his room to do some more tests by himself. Papyrus walked behind him but he couldn’t enter the room in time. The still hurt skeleton tries harder than usual to make a bone but it doesn’t work. Only hotcats. He takes one and bite a piece off. It doesn’t look spoiled or anything. Warm is it too. All a sudden his back skull hole starts to heal up. Only a crack left. But cracks on his cheeks are still there. Sans calmed down and continued to test his other abilities. He still can do shortcuts and the telekinetic stuff. He can’t make bones and he is able to spawn two gaster blasters at the same time. To Sans' surprise the blasters can turn into Skelecats. He opens the door and Papyrus gets scared by the skelecats running out of Sans room. Alphys is already gone and both brothers walk downstairs in the living room to talk. Papyrus tells Sans that Gaster must have died. Not long ago a talking flower appeared after this bad event. Sans tells him that he not being able to make bowns isn’t as bad as he first thought. He can make food for other monsters and make them less starving and that he is more happier to be alive than dust.

A few weeks later Sans and Papyrus start to work together for Grillby and have a nice time. But then Sans got the idea to make his own little restaurant with papyrus. Papyrus agrees. With the help of their friends they build a little eating place which can move around hassle-free. The skeleton brother wants to become a travel food bistro. When they both are about to leave the underground, the royal family give them both a little present. A red scarf for papyrus and Sans gets a book full of jokes, to make them both laugh hard. This is a heartbreaking moment but the two boys know that this isn’t a goodbye forever. They walk away with the little bistro. Sans uses his telekinetic powers to move it around while papyrus is looking at the map where to go first. They decide fast where a good spot is to begin to earn money and a reputation. Sans walks around the small town offering humans and some monsters his hotcats. First they didn’t know what to think about this but soon everyone fell in love with these. It looks like the taste of hotcats varies from person to person. Some say it tastes sweet, some spicy and some salty. It depends on the person's preferences. The two make good money from them. Papyrus buys some food to cook healthy and taste food. Many humans and monsters love the taste of his dishes. The skeleton’s little restaurant becomes downright famous overnight. A few days later they closed the shop for the first time to get a small break. They walk around the town and talk a lot about what to improve and fix. In an alley Papyrus notices the talking flower he saw once in Snowdin and walks to him. The flower monster looks confused and a bit scared. Papyrus sits down in front of him and says in a kindly voice:”Hello little golden flower, why are you here in town? Are you following us?” He gets more confidence and replies to him:”Maybe. But I am here to see if you and the potato are doing fine.” The eye sockets from the huge skeleton become bigger and you can see sparkles in it. He hugs the flower and offers him to go on his shoulder so they can walk together around. The golden flower agrees and introduces himself to them as Flowey. Flowey tells them how he came to life and how confused he was first. Sans notices that the soul of the flower is awful similar to Asriel’s and asks him if he knew him. The bright yellow color from his blooms turns minor darker and he replies with a sad face: “ Yes and no. I somehow have his soul and heard his voice a few times. He told me one day that I am my own person and since then I haven’t heard of him.” Papyrus puts his hand on his head to make him feel a bit more comfortable. Sans starts to think and comes to the conclusion that the flower must be a by-product of the explosion he caused.

The sky went from a light blue to a red, violet color. The brothers arrive at their restaurant. Papyrus makes a movement to flowey to say that he can stay with them as long as he wants to. In Flowey’s face is happiness. Flowey became the mascot of the shop and is the first waiter too.

The next day the shop is booming. Many customers want to eat the special hotcat from Sans. Others some fresh made dishes from Papyrus. A human with brown hair and a yellowish skin comes to Sans and asks for the manager of this shop. He responds that he and his brother are the owner of this all. The human asks kindly if he can work there. Sans walks to Papyrus in the kitchen and asks if they should hire the human. Papyrus goes with Sans to the front and looks at the human diligent. He gasps and says that the human is Frisk. Frisk smiles and says: “Hehe. Long time not see you two. Sans to be honest, what happened to you? Did you fight with a dog and lost? hehe.” Sans explains all and both skeletons decide to hire Frisk in their small business. The not so tall human is already 19 and so he can legal work for them. At the end of the day all 3 monsters and Frisk help to clean the shop and set up a sleep area for Frisk.

They stayed 2 months in the small town and then continued their journey to another town.

After a year Flowey and Frisk discovered the other AUs. They told the skelebrothers about this. Since that day they are known as AU travel Restaurant “Hotcattale”. Which stays in every AU at least 1 week.

The end.

(I know. The story is not good. but it gives a good view about this AU and what makes it unique ^^)

#undertale au #undertale au story #story #storyline

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chirpycreations · 4 years ago

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How Villians Sleep At Night Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This story will NOT be my usual happy, bit of violence sorta thing. It will contain some mature themes and language. I don't mean Undertale genocide mature either. I mean abuse, manipulation, depression, low-self-esteem and possibly suicidal thoughts (I'll clarify this list as I work on the story). This isn't something I'd let my 12-year-old sister read so if you're under 14 I probably wouldn't recommend it.

Alrighty, with that out the way, happy reading!

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Cold, windy and cold. The light snow began its descent, its final journey, landing down on his nose and everything around. Drawn like a magnet, he felt his hand jump outwards, catching one of these fallen angels, only for it to dissipate in a matter of seconds.

He paused a few meters from the door, turning back to the tall building which loomed over him. He must look different from when he arrived. His body felt chocked by the bandages around him. Ribcage, vertebrae and skull, left arm laying lazily in a sling. It wasn’t just his recent addition of battle scars and bruises those. His clothes, or more accurately, now his clothes. Donated to him by a friend. They were too small, too tight, too familiar. Sleeves of the tired blue hoodie just surpassing his elbows, trousseaus mimicking shorts, and pink fluffy slipper which, judging by their size must have once belonged to his friends older brother.

The wind wrapped around him as if in a hug to congratulate, or was it to comfort? Both would be appropriate given the events that had passed.

Regardless of its intent, he pulled the scarf up to his nose, covering up the sensitive bone beneath. It was still raw from only having been recently reintroduced to the world that lies around it. A world much colder than the one he had known 4 weeks prior, and for more reasons than just the winter chill, gesturing its commiserations.

He found himself drawn out from these thoughts by the moaning of the snow behind. Crunch, crush, crumble. The snow settled under the weight of the oppressive foot.

He didn’t need to face its domineering owner to know who was approaching. The sigh of heavy boots and ragged breaths. He’d come to know them well.

“I am guessing you did not come to congratulate me on getting out of the Hospital?” His voice was coarse, rusted form lack of use over these last 4 weeks. Those in his defence, he had spent the last 3 weeks asleep and the option to practice such activities had not been appealing this last week, despite his visitors who had shown no such hesitation.

“That’d be correct.” The voice replied, his usual grim tone clouding over.

He could picture the cowboy standing there in the snow. His thick brown jacket, heavy boots and purple scarf, no doubt pulled up high like his own. Yellow beady eyes, peering through the falling snow. The only thing which could penetrate it was the scar running through his left socket. Two lines were torn deep into the bone like a knife through a cloth, jagged edges jumping out at those who dared ask the question; How?

He held onto these images just a little longer. He didn’t want to face him: Judge, jury and executioner. Didn’t want to break the illusion, see the bullet, the disappointment, hate and pity which followed in his final moment. Not now, not from him. Not a reminder of how far he’d fallen. How much he had failed everyone. Them. Himself. Not now, not yet.

The judge let another ragged breath escaped into the wind, then spoke again, his voice still harsh, “We need to talk.”

He almost laughed: Predictable.

He’d imagined this meeting over the last week, dreaded it.

Each time he imagined this outcome, each time only worse. The path so far smiled in his favour, but was it actually kindness? Or the sympathy of fate while deciding which hand to deal him next?

“I expected you would say that. Maybe somewhere a little warmer? I know a suitable spot.”

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The change of scenery was nice. He had seen too much white: White walls, white snow, white dust. It all blended together after a while. Instead, the calm beat of rain sang out drowning these thoughts; drip, drop, plop. The soft squelch of moss beneath his shoes and cool blue glow of flora. A welcomed change.

He sat on the lone bench, once home to an abandoned quiche to which he believed was adopted by Frisk some months earlier during their last run. A last bid to make their wrongs right? He couldn’t help the bitter smile that came with the thought. They had been the same all along, hadn’t they?

“Alright, let's get this shit over with. I’ve got better things to be doing than dealing with the fucking mess ya’ve made me, bless yar heart.”

The judge; to whom he’d come to know as Apollo, Wayne or his more commonly called name: Justice, over the last 5 months was the same as always. Grumpy, ill-tempered and foul-mouthed. Not knowing better, you’d think it was any other ordinary day. Paperwork, lack of sleep or maybe Squirrel might have contributed to the slight dip in mood, but otherwise, you wouldn’t think different. He knew different. He knew it was his fault.

Justice had taken to standing in front of him. He’d pulled out a dictaphone, notepad and pen. Bad cop, good cop? No, there was only one of him. He didn’t see Sarge or Chara, so obviously he’d been decided as an ‘easy’ case to deal with. Even so, it didn’t feel much like an interrogation. For anyone else, Justice would tower over them like a mighty dictator, interjecting fear and obedience. Then like a master surgeon he would dissect them for his answers. For him, however, the same was hard to say. Even while slouching, his lanky body continued to meekly rise above the judge, even if by only a few centimetres.

The situation felt a little... uncomfortable, but not more than that.

The dictaphone clanks as Justice sat it down on the bench. A bone finger reached out and pressed ‘Record’.

That's it then. No more hiding, no more delays. The inedible was always going to happen. He could only stall for so long.

“Interview #597883. Interviewing S-"

“Hoshi”

His interruption was met with silence, annoyance and confusion. For this story, he is ‘Hoshi’.

Was.

“...Interviewing ‘Hoshi’.” Justice finished his annoyance still very present. Strike one, maybe?

“For future review, this interview will be documented. All information discussed will be kept confidential and on a need ta know bases with only those holding clearance.” The note pad was empty. Did he really know all this off the top of his head? How long had he been doing this?

“You will answer all questions given to you, with nothin’ but the truth and will not withhold any information regardless of its contents. Should ya be found to be lying or withholding anything, then all evidence for your case will be rendered void. Do you understand?”

Tap,

Tap.

Hoshi rushed into an answered upon noticing the impatient pen's rhythm upon the paper. “Yes...s-sir.”

“Justice'll do.”

The silence was his reply, a slight nod of the head.

“Look, I ain’t gonna sugar coat this for ya. You’re in some deep shit here and really fucked up. I don’t think I have ‘ta tell ya how serious the charges you’re looking at are.” He paused, taking a breath, or was it a sigh?

“Endangering the life of a Creator & leaking sensitive information regarding the Bar & it’s Patrons to an unknown 3rd party is pretty fuckin’ serious, and should’a already contributed to 4 accounts of sansicide on you’re head if it wasn’t for sheer fucking luck.”

“That being said,” He added after a moment,

“You did speak out about it and put your life on the line to take the brunt of the consequences (, even if a little late).” He mumbled the latter half, scowling down on the words as if their existence in that order should sentence them to a fate far worse than his own.

“While try’na throw your life away is fucking dumb and won’t fix what you’ve done...myself, Z-Stars and other agreed ya deserve a chance. As well as the numerous vouches towards your character we received, evidence collected would suggest possible fowl play to some extent. Whether this is true or not, I intend to find out.”

How had he gotten here? Everything was going so well. Everything was going according to plan. It was simple enough. Fool proof. 'Hoshi proof', Shadow had even teased him often enough. If any common fool could do it, he would be fine. He couldn't fail.

But still...

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"Que se passera-t-il si cela ne fonctionne pas?"

("What shall happen if this does not work?") He asked. He'd felt the fear call at him through the fog of his mind. It's worrying pleas, he could barely make them out, but it seemed logical to respond to them. By responding to them, they would leave. He'd be alone again with the fog. The nothingness. It had grown on him, the emptiness inside.

"Je suppose que ça dépend de la façon beaucoup don't vous voulez rentrer à la maison, n'est-ce pas?"

("I guess it depends on how much you want to get home, doesn't it?") His Shadow replied, in broken french.

Unlike him, his Shadow wasn't native to his tongue. Despite this, however, Shadow had insisted they use his tongue to communicate. His language was less common than English. It meant they had more privacy, 3.29 times more to be precise, and as a bonus, their target also didn't speak it.

"Tu t'inquiètes trop. Je serai là si tu gâches. Maintenant préparez-vous, ça ne devrait pas être trop long maintenant."

("You worry too much. I'll be there if you mess up. Now get ready, it shouldn't be too long now.") Where was he now then? Why wasn't he by his side? Whispering flattery... advice... encouragement...like he'd always done. Telling him how stupid and pathetic he was, how he couldn't do anything, wouldn't be anything.

Apart of him wished he could tell him he was right... again.

"D-d'accord. Merci mon amie."

("O-ok. Thank you my friend.")

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A hand waved in front of him, ending its journey with a flick on his nose. He blinked hard twice looking up and meeting the angry gaze. Ah right, he was still here.

“You’ve got one chance ‘Hoshi’. The truth or I can make a start on locking yar ass up for eternity so I can get some brain bleach and drink the rest of this fucking nightmare away.”

"..."

“Choice’s yar’s really, but ya should know a lot’a folks stepped forward to vouch for ya. It’d be a shame to reject their forgiveness ‘cause it ain’t often you make friends like ‘em who’re willing ta stick by your side no matter what.”

It took a moment for Hoshi to find the right words. He’d know his decision since he’d first awakened.

“Where would you like me to start?”

A weight placed its self upon his shoulder: a hand. It stayed for a moment, lifting and coming back down with a pat. The judge had a smile projected onto his face, it couldn’t have been his own. In all the time he’d know him, he’d never truly smiled (unless sarcastic of course). Maybe he was seeing things? After all his left eye was still tucked away under bandages, deemed too damaged to face the elements.

“That’s the spirit, boy.” No, the smile was real.

He let his eye drift upwards, meeting Justice's almost unnatural gaze. Too kind and gentle, too out of character. If anything, the uncanny expression on his face made him feel even more uncomfortable than the whole integration.

The weight removed it’s self completely,

“The begging. Include all the details ya can remember. We need ta know who we’re fuckin’ deal with cause whoever these folks are, they’ve already made it pretty fuckin’ obvious they mean business.”

“I-I...I am sorry.”

“I know.”

They remained in silence for a minute, nothing more could be said: The damage has been done. All they could do now was pick up the pieces and hope there was enough glue left to save the situation from shattering further.

“Let’s make a start kid, somehow I doubt this’ll be quick.” He flipped his pen around. It stood at attention, ready to follow his every command.

“O-ok.”

This is it, then: the true story.

It was so long ago, so many things had happened since then. Could he even remember how it started? How it happen? But then again, the better question was how much would he let himself remember? He’d tried so hard to bury it, pretend the illusion was real, fight back the pain, the tears, late at night when white lies clawed at him. Slowly digging themselves up from the shallow graves he’d hastily buried them in.

He preferred the illusion. It had a happy ending.

Was going to, at least...

Was heading that way before the events of one month ago.

The incident.

His ultimate failure.

His betrayal...

He smiled meekly, he...he was a terrible person. He knew that much was certin. No.

A mess, not a person. A mess of lies, illusions and shredded memories. That was a different story, however. Maybe he would get to tell that story one day too. But till then... this is the story of Hoshi, Sans.

His story.

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[TOSD] How Villians Sleep At Night by me

Justice Sans by Vangold

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hoodie-lover · 5 years ago

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Palette and Goth Sitting in a Tree

Goth and Palette, the child of the god of death and an alternate timeline of the original and the child of the guardian of the universes and guardian of positivity respectively, were in love. Very few objected to the pairing, everyone was excited for the fact that the two children of the most powerful people in the multiverse were going to unite the multiverse once and for all.

“Goth!” Palette cried out as he ran into Goth’s room, present in hand.

“Palette!” The birthday boy cried out as he hugged and then kissed the side of his boyfriend’s skull.

“Happy birthday sweetie~. How are you?” Palette asked as he placed the gift on the dresser and kissed his boyfriend back.

“Amazing. And godly now that you’re here.” Goth said, giggling as he was kissed.

“Was that a pun?” Palette asked as he sat down on Goth’s large and fluffy bed, it almost ate him alive.

“Geno is or rather was Classic. Classic is the pun lord, puns are in my genes.” Goth replied as he flopped down next to his boyfriend.

“I see. So what are you going to do for your birthday?” Palette asked, looking over at his boyfriend, though his face was obscured by the fluffy blankets.

“This.” Goth said, holding his hands up and cheering.

“Anything else? This is your 13th birthday after all.”

“Out of literally infinite ones.” Goth said, scoffing.

“But 13 is special! You need to do something to celebrate it!” Palette urged, doing his best to climb over the mounds of blankets to reach his beloved.

“I am doing something to celebrate it, I’m with you~.” Goth said grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and pulling him towards himself.

“Get a room!” A voice called out, snarky, cruel, wicked.

“It's my room Chara! You get out!” Goth cried out, glaring at the ghost-like figure.

“Where’s the fun in that? How about you two just fu-” Chara said, but was cut off by a crash down the hall.

Their black dress, tattered at the ends, flowed like water and complemented their empty eyes and short burgundy hair. All of it was outlined by their paper white skin, deathly ill figure, and boney clawed hands. Goth was a skeleton and had thicker fingers, and a cleaner and brighter cloak.

“I’m staying here, who knows what that was. Though I would love to see the chaos that would and was caused by, this is more fun.” Chara said, winking suggestively.

Goth huffed, flipping his large white hood up over his one blank and lit eye. His red scarf fluttered as it settled.

“Don’t be an ass Chara. Leave us alone.” Palette said, crossing his arms. His sailor hat bounced as he jerked his head away. Though it wasn;t very far, the tight rainbow splattered sailor outfit didn’t allow for much movement.

“I’m bored ok! No one is yelling at you or pounding at your door with pitchforks and torches anymore! There’s no fun!” Chara complained, turning over on their back, still floating above the bed.

“Then go out and start a forest fire or something! Make an earthquake! Do something to cause panic!” Goth cried out, Palette sitting awkwardly.

“How about you go to my parent’s house? We can swap his vials and watch him freak out.” Palette suggested and Chara’s dark eyes gleamed.

“YES!” Chara screamed and Goth giggled.

“Sure.” Goth said, shrugging as an evil grin spread across his face.

Palette sighed as he regretted his suggestion. Chara opened a portal to a bright paper filled world, but Palley snickered as Chara rammed straight into a solid yet clear wall in the middle of the portal.

“What…?” Chara said looking at Palette with daggers.

“Only certain people, either powerful, politically or magically, or people I, or my parents trust can answer.” Palette said, remembering the reason Error and Nightmare hadn’t destroyed it or corrupted the easy to find universe.

“Get dunked on Chara.” Goth said, smiling a creepy ear to ear smile.

“I WILL KILL YOU!” Chara said, screaming and lunging at the duo.

The two kids screamed as Goth dragged Palette out of the room and they ran down the hall. Chara’s eyes dripped black as they barred large fangs and crawled on the walls and ceiling screaming eldritch nonsense.

“Dad! Help!” Goth yelled, his small feet pounding on the wooden floor of their cave situated house.

With a furious swipe of a large metal scythe, Death appeared in front of the two kids and they dove behind him, Palette not touching him.

“Stand down Chaos.” Death growled, holding his scythe in both hands.

“Death.” Chara spat, getting on all fours and snarling.

The standoff lasted five minutes before Chara got bored and vanished in a cloud of black smoke.

“You two ok?” Death asked, his eyes blank but loving and worried, it still made Palette uncomfortable.

“Yeah Dad.” Goth said as he hugged his dad.

“Palette? Did it hurt you?” Palette was taken aback by the use of ‘it’ but nodded his head.

“I’m going to call Ink and Dream to send you home Palette. I’m sorry this had to end so suddenly but you need to go.” Death said, slithering like a snake to the wall phone.

“I still can’t believe you have a wall phone.” Palette said, and Goth sighed.

“The house is old!” Goth protested and Palette kissed him on the cheek.

“Sure it is. Are you sure it’s not your old man?” Palette teased and Goth glared at him.

“Shut up!” Goth said, huffing as a portal opened and Dream embraced Palette, crying yellow tears.

“Palette! Are you hurt?!” Dream cried out, inspecting his son thoroughly.

“I’m fine! Sheesh!” Palette said, prying himself free from his dad’s grip.

“When Death called us I was so worried! Now what were you thinking sending Chaos the Doodlesphere’s way?! They would have hurt billions of people when they got distracted!” Dream scolded, getting on Palette’s level.

“They wouldn’t leave us alone.” Palette defended, but it was useless.

“Then ask Death. Don’t take Chaos into your own hands, you can’t handle them.” Dream said, hugging Palette once more.

“Ok. I won’t.” Palette said, nearly being suffocated by the tight hug.

“Dream! Palette! I can balance three pens on top of each other on my nose.” Ink said through the portal, Dream sighed.

“Awesome Ink. Now can you come see your son?” Dream said, less than enthused.

“Oh! Right!” Ink said and walked out of the portal. He had pens taped to pens and the stick taped to his nose bone.

Palette sighed as he was pat on the head by his dad, who was three inches taller than his son. Dream pushes Ink back through the portal and let Palette wave goodbye before the portal closed.

The Doodlesphere was bright. Really bright. The light was always downplayed when a portal was opened but the glowing was always on full display when it was not being viewed through a portal. Sure it was Palette’s home, but he needed sunglasses.

“I’m adding more!” Ink said as he taped more pens to the long stick and stood higher and higher on his tiptoes.

“Ok Ink.” Dream said, before sighing and bringing Palette inside their small cottage.

The cottage was very old fashioned and had a very rustic theme. Though it had electric lighting, running water, and plumbing, it was hard to see at first.

“Did Goth like his present?” Dream asked as he got out a cookbook and some plates and cups.

“We didn’t open it. We just talked for a while before Chara messes things up.” Palette explained, resting his chin on the table as he sat down in the kitchen.

“Ok. How about we call him later today? That way he can tell you how much he loved his gift.” Dream suggested and Palette smiled.

“I’d like that.” Palette said as Dream turned on the oven.

In Death’s house, Geno was organizing the presents, who they were from, size, how potentially dangerous they were. Geno had marked Palette’s the most dangerous, that kid was Ink’s child, the present could be literally anything.

“Daddy! Let me open Palette’s gift!” Goth whined, grabbing Geno’s scarf and yanking hard.

“Keep doing that and you’ll open it next week.” Geno threatened and Goth gasped.

“No! Please don’t!” Goth said, giving Geno puppy eyes.

“I may be half dead and dying but I don’t have a weak will. You’ve used those puppy eyes too much Goth.” Geno said, cracking a slight smile.

“No fair! Dad!” Goth yelled and Death appeared before them.

“Yes my dear child?” Death said and Geno faceplalmed.

“Tell Daddy to let me open Palette’s present to me!” Goth pouted, his small hands making trembling fists.

“Sorry squirt. I can’t argue here.” Death said, picking at his nonexistent nails.

Tears formed in Goth’s eyes as he sat down, legs and arms crossed, on the floor, looking at the ground.

“Keep up that attitude and you’ll not be opening any presents until next week. Palette’s in two.” Geno said, and Goth flopped on the hardwood, spread out like he was going to make a snow angel.

“I’m sorry. I just really want to open his present.” Goth said.

“We know. But you are 13, you can’t be throwing fits anymore, you really should’ve stopped at age two. But when I was your age I started reaping souls, and most gods do their work when they turn 13. So this is an important age for you.” Death explained, picking up Goth and cradling him in his arms, the fabric was silky and soft like a cloud.

“Death, when you put Goth down, can you help me with the presents?” Geno asked and gestures to a pile of about 10 presents on the counter.

“Sure babe.” Death said as he placed Goth down. “Goth we need you to go upstairs. I doubt you want to be spoiled.” Death said and Goth hugged as he went to his room.

“You really want to train him?” Geno said when Goth was out of earshot.

“Yes. Mine and my brother’s powers, and that of every god, manifested when we were 13. I don’t want him to reap someone he shouldn’t simply because he wasn’t trained.” Death said, inspecting the presents carefully.

“I know. But we promised, when we start to train him, we tell him and let him open the now 39 secret presents he’s gotten.” Geno said, sighing a heavy sigh.

“I know. And I know that Goth isn’t ready for that, he’d tell Palette, who’d remind Ink, and then Ink will spread the information around like wildfire and we’ll need to go into hiding. But if we start to trust the power of life and death in his little hands, we should be able to trust him with this.” Death said, looking over and Geno.

“So it’s not Goth we’re worried about.” Geno said.

“I thought you were against it.” Death said, pointing a finger.

“Devil’s advocate. And if we can keep Ink quiet, wishful thinking I know, then we won’t have to worry.” Geno said, lowering Death’s hand.

“Think we can call in a favor from Dream?” Death said and Geno shrugged.

“Don’t see why not.” Geno said, kissing Death.

“Alright.” Death said, returning the kiss.

After a quick call to set up a viewing portal so Palette could see Goth open his present to him, they were ready to party. The cake was thirteen layers, had rainbows all over it, and had small versions of Goth and Palette on it. All in all, it looked like a wedding cake but the duo designed it together.

“Make a wish Goth.” Geno said as he held his phone, ready to take the shot.

Goth blew out the candles, one on each level, in a single divine breath. As divine as a 13-year-old can be. Everyone, which included Palette via the portal, Geno, Death, and Life or Reapertale!Toriel. Dream was there by proxy, but he was listening in if something bad happened as he made lunch.

“What did you wish for?” Palette asked, his face close as it could be to the viewing portal.

“For us to be together forever!” Goth cheered and everyone awed as the two blushed and tried to kiss each other on the cheek.

“Who wants to open presents?” Geno asked, holding most the the presents in his two arms and putting them on the table, somehow not hitting the cake with his view obstructed.

“ME!” Goth yelled, taking a fistfull of uncut cake and stuffing it in his mouth as he grabbed Palette’s present.

The present was small and rectangular, with a large pink bow and white wrapping holographic paper. Goth ripped the paper to shreds and threw the bow across the room, stuffing more cake in his mouth until Geno picked him up and held him but the arms until he calmed down and Geno was able to cut the cake so no one would be contaminated.

When Goth had massacred the present, he saw a leather bound book with a yellow glass disk on the front and Goth’s name printed in calligraphy at the bottom.

“They can be used to talk. When I write something in mine, it appears in yours. You can tell when the circle glows. I have a copy but it says my name and the circle is red.” Palette explained and Goth began to cry from joy.

Dream refused to take down the viewing part of the viewing portal, he was still paranoid about Chaos. Palette even threw a Goth style fit about it and was promptly grounded for a week.

It was then he closed the portal. Life gave Goth a large and suffocating, but very fluffy, hug and vanished in a shower of golden sparks.

“I see why she was your first pick. Life is really sweet.” Geno said and Death blushed.

“Well I hadn’t met you yet.” Death defended, but Geno gave a small chuckle and gave Death a small kiss on the cheek.

“If you prefer me over a god, does that mean I’m divine?” Geno said, and Goth was gagging and hiding under a pile of pillows.

“You’re more than that. You’re Geno.” Death said as he returned the kiss and Goth was fake crying from his fort.

“Alright Goth. If you’re going to be like that, but there is something we’ve been talking about and want to tell you.” Death said, and Goth peeked out from his fortress of solitude.

“What is it?” Goth asked, and his parents sat next to him, one on each side.

“As you know, gods develop their powers at age 13, though domain may be known beforehand. Since today you are turning 13, we have decided to see if you have inherited any of my power.” Death explained, and Goth was ecstatic.

“That sounds awesome!” Goth cheered, but Geno had a somber look on his face.

“But there’s something else we need to tell you.” Geno said, sighing a shaky breath.

“What is it?” Goth asked, tilting his head.

“Before I knew about the multiverse, this is actually how I found out, I was in contact with, friends with, and nearly recruited by the Dark Sanses. Specifically Horror, Dust, and Killer.” Geno said and Goth’s jaw nearly dropped. “That was the primary reason no one trusted me when your dad and I were dating. They were scared I was a spy.” Geno explained, and Goth was silent. “And since you were born, they gave you presents. One from each every year, so you have 39 unopened presents in the Save Screen right now. They are in quarantine because I don’t know how dangerous they are.” Geno finished and Goth was silent, both his eyes blank.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Goth asked, hugging his knees.

“You’d tell Palette, and Palette would remind Ink and then, you can see what would happen. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust you, but we were worried about Ink. And we could tell you not to tell Palette, but that would do nothing to stop you. We’re not punishing you for being open with him and we did plan on telling him soon, but can you understand why we were and are scared?” Geno asked and Goth nodded his head.

“Ink has no inhibitions. The whole multiverse would know within the day.” Goth laughed, but he had a question. “Why are you telling me now if you’re scared of Ink?”

“We weren’t sure how on board Dream would be, but if you are going to learn and maybe use the power of Death himself, I honk you should know.” Geno said.

“Ok. You’re ok with me telling Palette?” Goth said and his parents nodded.

“But let us talk to Dream.” Death said and Goth cheerfully nodded.

“Is that it? Can I open the presents now?” Goth asked, giving his cutest puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t see why not. But not right now, we need to get those set up.” Geno said and Goth slightly melted at the news, but was content.

Palette was thrilled when he was the red circle on his journal light up. Sure he was grounded, but Goth probably didn’t know that, and what harm would a single conversation do? They had to test it out sometime.

“Guess what my parents just told me?” Goth had written.

“Where babies come from?” Palette seriously guessed, it took a second for what he said to process.

“Ew. No. And I already knew that.” Goth replied, drawing a cute gagging emoji.

“Then what is it?” Palette was on the edge of his seat.

“Geno knows the Dark Sanses. Horror, Killer, and Dust have been sending me birthday presents for 13 years and they didn’t tell me until now! Daddy said he doesn’t talk to them anymore.” Goth said and Palette’s jaw had dropped.

“How?! Aren’t they evil murderers?” Palette asked and Goth was quick to reply.

“Yeah. But this was before he met my Dad. So he had the excuse of ignorance.” Goth explained and Palette sighed in relief.

“Are your parents ok with you telling me this?” Palette asked cautiously.

“Yeah. But they want to talk it over with Dream so Ink won’t tell everybody.” Goth said and Palette agreed.

“Ink is an idiot.” Palette said, giggling.

“Now what are you laughing about?” Ink said, resting an arm in the door frame and smiling.

“Ink’s at my door. Gotta go. Love you.” Palette wrote and Goth said goodbye.

“Just a joke Goth sent me.” Palette lied, pushing a tiny bit of the aura he could do, it was nothing compared to Dream but it was good for white lies, when he wasn’t fooling Dream who was immune.

“I see. What was it?” Ink asked and Palette froze.

“Y-your sanity?” Palette replied, shrugging as he saw Ink blank out for a moment.

“That’s not just a joke. That’s a fact.” Ink said and Palette gave a sigh of relief internally.

“Yeah.” Palette agreed as Ink sat down next to him.

“So, you know you’re grounded right?” Ink reminded Palette and the child froze.

“Don’t tell Dream please!” Palette begged and Ink laughed.

“It’ll cost ya. And I’m adding another fine onto that for the use of your aura to lie to me.” Ink said and Palette cursed internally. “I may be an insane idiot but I am perceptive.” Ink commented and Palette relented, flopping down on his small white wood bed.

“What’s the currency?” Palette asked, preparing his will as Ink thought with a devilish smirk.

“Your desert. All of it for a week after you're ungrounded.” Ink said and Palette gasped.

“You heathen!” Palette screamed as he threw his pillow at his father.

“Oh you’ve done it now.” Ink said as his eyes turned red and one turned into a target sign.

“Crap.” Palette said aloud and both children froze.

“Palette? Did you swear?” Dream asked from downstairs.

“No.” Palette lied and Ink was quiet as well.

“I’m coming up.” Dream said and the two boys looked at each other, sweat dripping from their skulls.

#undertale #fanfic #palette roller #goth sans #dream sans #inksans #geno sans #reaper sans #reapertale chara #Palette and Goth Sitting in a Tree

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shuuos · 6 years ago

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amber and buttercups

UH SO I AM WRITING AN ACTUAL FIC WROW

i didnt know ao3 had a waiting list to get an account??? so ill post this there..... eventually. for now it’s gonna b right here tho so that’s........ neat...... ill try to post new chapters every friday but given that i am Not the Fastest Writer Ever i’ll probably b off schedule for the first few chapters until i get the hang of this!! anyways, enjoy this sparsely edited first chapter that was supposed 2 be longer buuuut i decided to save the rest for chapter 2

the undertangled au belongs to @izadreamer !!!

update: it’s on ao3 now!! if you’d rather read it there ;)

chapter 1 - once upon a time

Frisk

In their short life, Frisk would say that they’ve been through… a lot of weird stuff. Honestly, there’s nothing that can surprise them at this point.

Or that’s what they thought. Turns out the universe loves proving them wrong.

They have no idea where they are, except that it is dark. *The void? Chara suggests calmly. The thought makes their blood run cold. They know what happened to Gaster - will it happen to them, too? Can humans even be erased, the way monsters can?

Chara doesn’t seem to notice their fear, though, *How did we get here? I do not remember falling into the CORE.

“*That - that’s not funny.” A bad taste rises in their throat, and they swallow it down. Void or not, they don’t want to throw up here. Just the thought makes their heart pound. *I am sorry. Chara says, but they say it in that voice they use when they’re not really sorry, but feel like they need to say it anyways. Frisk doesn’t call them out on it, though. They probably didn’t mean to scare them - they’re friends, after all.

Instead of answering, they stand up. Their legs feel weird, like they’ve been sitting too long. *Somehow, it seems there is a solid surface underneath you. Try walking forward. They carefully do so, relaxing a bit each step. It’s comforting, the thought that they’re not going to fall. “*I’m gonna look for a way out,” Frisk tells Chara.

It’s hard, though, when everything is black. They’re doing less looking and more flailing their arms around wildly. From inside their head, they can hear Chara laughing at them. Better at them than their scary jokes, though. So they go on in what they hope is the right direction (because they don’t know what they’ll do if it isn’t.)

Chara stops talking after a while, like they’re thinking of something. Frisk pretends not to notice. It’s a bit too quiet without their chatter, though, and it scares them a bit. They wind up the music box in their locket, and listen to the song. It makes them want to cry, but better that than going crazy from how quiet it is.

*Frisk… Chara says suddenly. Frisk doesn’t like the way their voice sounds, but it’s not enough to stop them from walking. *Frisk, they say again, sounding even more worried now. They still don’t stop walking, because they want to get out of here right now.

*Frisk, there is no-!

Instead of ground, they step right into - a hole? Off a cliff? They can’t really tell. But that’s not important because they’re slipping and they can’t catch themselves, can’t keep themselves from falling. Again.

There’s nothing they can do now except for wait to hit the ground. Is there even any ground in the void? Or are they going to keep falling until they die? Would they be able to die here?

Falling in the void is strange - it feels less like falling and more like they’re floating. Like the girl from that movie Alphys likes, the one about a floating kingdom. It’s not a good comparison, though, because they’d love to be in that movie and they hate being here.

*...is that a light? Frisk can’t see it, but they feel it burning them up. Then they see it. It’s bright, brighter than the sun, and it’s growing. It eats up the darkness until they can’t see anything but white.

And eventually, that fades, too.

Varian

Varian is hauling equipment to his lab when the sky bursts into light.

It blinds him and leaves his head pounding, as if someone is hammering a nail into his skull. By the time it’s over, he’s gasping for air, hoping it’ll be enough to ward off the nausea.

Above him, there is a small silhouette, stark against the bright blue sky. At first, he thinks it’s a meteor, but as it descends, he can make out hair and clothes and oh god that’s a person. He watches as they crash into the trees and land with a dull thud.

And just like that, the trance is over. Everything processes at once - therewasalightandthenacometpersontheyfelltheyfell - and he’s not sure what to do now. The scientific part of him is screaming to look, because whatever that was, it definitely wasn’t natural. As if that wasn’t incentive enough, there’s a tugging sensation in his stomach, like something’s pulling him towards them. Weird.

Ruddiger jumps on his shoulder, shooting him an apprehensive look. Varian gives him a quick pat and mutters, “It’s ok, buddy, this’ll only a minute.” He’ll go in, see who it is, and then go get help if they need it. And they’re going to need it, because scientifically speaking, they’d at least have a few broken bones, if they’re lucky.

Bile rises in his throat as he realizes they could be dying. Could be dead.

Nope, nope, he is not going to think about that. He’s just going to focus on seeing what happened right now, that’s all. He can worry about that later. Besides, he can’t deny that he isn’t curious, and what kind of scientist would ever deny his own curiosity?

Not him, that’s for sure, he thinks to himself as he follows his gut into the tree grove.

The first thing Varian notices is the blood. There’s not that much - just near their head, but it’s still enough to make him feel woozy. Ruddiger digs his claws into his shoulder, reminding him what he’s here for, and he takes a deep breath. He doesn’t recognize their strange clothes. Must not be from here, he thinks. They’re small, too; just going off of their height, he’d say they’re about half his age.

Between their arms, something flashes bright gold, catching his eye as he stumbles back a bit from the sheer amount of blood.

He has to get his dad, a doctor, anyone. He can’t - he wasn’t expecting so much blood. He‘s prepared to run when a sudden cold overtakes his wrist, as if someone with icy hands was grabbing him. *The bleeding is superficial, a voice whispers in his head, leaving will only make it worse.

But they need help-

*Then help them! You cannot let anyone else know that we are here!

Varian can’t tell if they are his thoughts or not, but he finds himself being pulled towards the child nonetheless. Ruddiger hops off and scampers to their side. He bats at their head, and they shift slight in response. He watches with baited breath as they lift themselves up, limbs shaking. After a moment of struggling, they somehow manage to get into a sitting position, tucking their legs underneath them.

How-? A glimmer of pride, one that is not his own, rises up in him, and the icy grip holding on to him vanishes. At that moment, the child turns their unfocused eyes on him - well, in his direction. They blink once, twice, and slur in a strange accent, “*…Kara?”

Their face is bloodstained in a way that makes his stomach churn, so he tries to focus on their eyes, which are glowing even redder than the apples he feeds Ruddiger sometimes. Huh. That’s… weird.

For a moment, the two just stare at each other, though Varian can’t really tell if they’re looking at him or in his general direction. Then, for some reason, they reach for him with outstretched arms. They kind of look like Ruddiger when he wants to be held - wait.

“You… you want me to carry you?” The thought is foreign, absurd, and he’s pretty sure moving them is a bad idea, but they don’t really give him a choice. Ignoring his protests, they lean forward and slump against him. Blood sluggishly leaks from them all the while, staining his clothes.

What’s he supposed to do now? He’s not some kind enough of… childcare expert! He’s the opposite of a childcare expert-!

*Oh my god, just carry them! the voice snaps. He readily obeys, slipping an arm under their legs and lifting them up. They only feel about as heavy as Ruddiger, much to his surprise (are kids supposed to be this light?). As if summoned by his thoughts, the raccoon chirps, holding a broken locket in his hands.

A deep sadness resonates within him, and Varian is startled by it. He’s never seen the thing before, why is he so upset at the sight of it?

Regardless, he allows Ruddiger to store it in the apron pocket, and picks up the broken pieces. From what he can tell, it’s not the actual locket that’s broken, but a music box inside of it. He is relieved; machinery isn’t difficult to fix, as long as you have all the right pieces.

Ruddiger hops on his shoulder and he stands up, his legs only slightly cramped. After a moment, he decides to head directly to his lab rather than try to pull a cart while carrying a child and Ruddiger. He’ll come back for it later; there’s no reason for anyone to try and steal the materials.

. . .

The voice was right, Varian thinks idly as he wraps thick bandages around the unconscious child. Other than the gash on their head and a few cuts on their hands, they’re completely fine. It’s more like they happened to stumble in a particularly rocky area than fell from the sky.

They passed out sometime while he was carrying them, which he only figured out when he laid them down on the table. God, he immediately assumed the worst with how limp they were then. He just hopes they don’t fall off somehow.

Whatever he had been hearing back there, and he knows he heard something, has gone silent. Quite frankly, he’s relieved. It was really starting to stress him out.

“Ruddiger!” Varian calls as he stumbles to his work-desk. “Tell me… when they wake up, ok?”

With a sigh, he slumps over the scattered papers in a dead faint.

Chara

Chara watches with amusement. The human boy seemed to be aghast at the sight of blood, but they did not realize to this extent. The raccoon - Ruddiger? - stays seated next to Frisk, watching the boy anxiously.

*It is alright, Chara tells it gently, you can go with him. “Ruddiger” stares at them instead. They blink, and remember that their locket is still in the boy’s possession.

They do not feel comfortable with Frisk knowing it is broken, and they say softly, *Actually, could you help me wake him up?

#undertangled au #tts varian #varian tangled #frisk (undertale)#chara (undertale)#undertale #uhhh do i have a writing tag?#i dunno but ill use thhis for now #bo's writing #scribbles and stuff #fun fact: the scene where chara asks varian for help was originally gonna b them kicking his shins bc they are small and Angery(tm)#plus they need attention #hmmm im fairly proud of this tbh #also idk if ill keep the chapter name bc on one hand it's the first song in the ut soundtrack #and has a fairy tale motif which...... fits #buuuuut im kind of on the line abt it?

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builder051 · 7 years ago

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Mike & Co story arc: part 1

This is going to be a 5-parter? Maybe? Something like that. Nowhere near as long as Hildur and Pierce’s storyline, but still decently extended. The episodes will move among different characters’ POV, and Mike, Jason, Colby, Ash, and Hannah will all be included. There will be a little bit of illness/emeto, but it’s going to be mainly plot.

WARNING FOR EATING DISORDER CONTENT. It kind of features in this part, but it’s going to be vague and kind of glossed over throughout because it’s not the main focus of this arc, but it’s definitely a thing that affects all of these charas, whether directly or indirectly.

Also, a warning for an obscene amount of cursing. This girl is by far my most foul-mouthed character.

_____

Everything’s fine. Everything is completely and totally fine. Her grades are good. She’s not being forced to go home for spring break. There’s plenty of new stuff to watch on Netflix. So why Mike goes into the 7-11 and buys out a display of Hostess Cupcakes is beyond her. Nothing’s weighing on her mind. She hasn’t been in a fight. The urge just hits like a ton of bricks and she’s suddenly powerless.

She hasn’t done this in months, and maybe that’s why she’s so out of practice in saying no to herself. Mike holds the plastic shopping bag in the crook of her elbow and swallows the first cupcake in two bites. She reaches in for another, and self-hatred flares up in her ribcage. That feeling’s more familiar.

Mike finishes the sweets by the time she finishes the walk to the campus. She crumples the shopping bag and lobs it into the trash outside the humanities building, then shoves inside. It’s after five on a Friday, so the hallways are deserted. That’s a good thing.

Mike pauses to take a long drink from the water fountain, then ducks into the bathroom to get down to business. She feels weird and shaky and a little guilty to be doing this again after being clean for so long. But post-purge guilt still beats holding onto the calories.

It’s like riding a bike; the technique comes back quickly, and Mike’s at the sink washing up within minutes. Her eyes are read and teary, and they’ll probably stay that way for half an hour or so. At least she’s on a college campus, so she can blame smoking pot.

She dries her hands with a paper towel, then uses it to wipe her mouth. Now that the deed’s done, she’s exhausted. The tremor she felt earlier has crept permanently into arms and legs, and she knows it won’t go away until she falls asleep or eats something for real. And that’s definitely not going to happen any time soon.

Mike wants to go home. There’s no reason to loiter around campus anymore; her classes are all done for break. She can practically hear her bed calling from across town. Some music, some TV. Maybe a little ibuprofen/Unisom cocktail. That sounds nice.

But Jason and Colby are probably home. They are more often than not, and it’s way too early for them to have retired to the bedroom. They’re probably sitting at the kitchen table right now, wondering where the fuck she is, because that’s all they seem to do. If she wants them to stay out of her business, she can’t go home yet.

Mike considers sending out an exploratory text message, a simple hey what are you doing? But if anything’s going to get her caught, it’s that. She never initiates contact.

Mike shoves her phone deep into her pocket and starts a circuit around the campus. If she goes out behind the Humanities building and walks the paved loop around most of the main thoroughfare, she’ll kill an hour and another couple hundred calories. Mike wraps her arms around her midsection and slaps her feet hard against the sidewalk.

She wishes she could refocus, just snap her fingers and immediately place some other fixation in her brain, at least temporarily. Bile and chocolate still coat her back teeth, and Mike isn’t sure if she’s disgusted or thrilled. She wishes she had a cigarette. But it’s cold and windy out, and it probably wouldn’t stay lit anyway. Just like she can’t stay normal.

“Why’d you do that?” Mike spits under her breath. “Why’d you fucking do that?”

She can’t come up with a good answer. She just felt like it. She gave in. She fucked up.

If she was talking to Colby, he’d say it was ok. It’s ok to fuck up and have a setback. She can just try to do better tomorrow.

Mike guesses she can. But it doesn’t make her any less stupid today.

Jason would tell it like it is. He’d give Mike a good disappointed head-shake and tell her to go fuck herself. Or just eat food like a normal person and not throw it back up.

Then she’d ask him how he knew what normal people did. The possibility of an argument would be too good to resist.

“You don’t know what normal people do either,” Mike huffs to herself. “Not everybody thrives on conflict like you, bitch.”

She would’ve clocked herself in the face with that comment if the choice had been anywhere near logical. The desire to hit something is rising fast. There’s a dilapidated storage shed coming up a few feet off the path, and Mike steps onto the soggy grass and slams her fist into the dented door. It produces a hollow sound, and the whole shack seems to shudder even though the punch is weak.

Something perks up in Mike’s brain as adrenaline starts to flow, and she hits the door again. She assumes a sloppy boxing stance and jabs right and left and right again. Her knuckles start to hurt, and somehow that makes her laugh. She switches to battering the door with the heel of her hand. It creaks as if it’s going to give way under Mike’s meager strength, and in her mind, it’s fucking hilarious.

If she manages to break down the door, is there going to be some kind of junker lawn mower inside? Mike’s suddenly keen to find out. The pseudo-boxing match is making her tired, so she readjusts and rams the door with her shoulder. Pain lances down her arm and across her back. She’s too bony to throw her weight around without hurting herself. But it doesn’t keep her from trying again.

Mike backs up a foot or so and throws her hip and elbow into the shed. She feels something give way, and she knows she’ll only need to smack the thing another couple more times to force the door open. She takes a second to catch her breath and swallow bitter saliva before she puts her back into it again.

“Hey! What are you doing? That’s university property!”

Mike looks over her shoulder to see two campus police officers hurrying toward her. “Fuck,” she mumbles. She should run for it. But she’s so close to forcing the shed open. She doesn’t want to stop. She can’t stop.

Mike butts the side of her body into the door one more time, and the latch breaks off the door with a crunch. She falls sideways as the door swings open under her, but before she hits the ground, one of the officers has his hand wrapped around her arm. “What do you think you’re doing?” he barks.

She got the door open, but it’s not like it proved anything. Now she’s stuck here with two cops, and she might have been committing a crime. She has a feeling explaining the truth is going to get her nowhere. I had to do something to distract myself from the fact that I’d just broken a 4-month clean streak from my eating disorder probably isn’t going to hold water with the police. Like she’d willingly speak those words anyway.

So she does the next worst thing she can think of. Mike draws her free arm back and aims a punch at the officer’s jaw.

“Whoa, calm down,” the other cop says, moving his hands in a shushing motion. “We just want to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you,” Mike grunts. She manages to get her feet under her. The officer holding her arm doesn’t have much on her in height, but he’s heavy. His belt and tucked-in shirt hold a substantial beer gut. She bets he hits the Hostess cupcakes pretty hard too. Mike can barely look at him without being disgusted. She gathers her remaining strength and socks him in the stomach.

“Ma’am, I need you to put both hands up.” The fat officer tries to manhandle her around to face the shed’s outer wall.

“Let me go,” Mike grunts. “Don’t touch me.” She continues to struggle.

“We just wanted to have a chat,” the other cop says, reaching for Mike’s flailing hand. He has red hair like Ash, and the thought of her old friend makes her want to knock him to the ground. She doesn’t have a reason to hate this officer. She doesn’t have a reason to hate Ash, either. But the violent feelings don’t stop coming.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Mike thrashes her body, and the fat cop’s arm comes around her waist. He isn’t holding her tightly, but panic strobes in her brain, and she feels sick. She wants to run.

“You want to get booked for resisting arrest?” The red-headed officer asks.

“I don’t want anything to do with anything,” Mike spits. Her head is growing foggy. The peeling paint on the outside of the shed blurs before her eyes. One ear is about ten times heavier than the other, and she tilts badly to one side.

“Stand up straight. Put your hands behind your head,” The fat cop says. “This is the last time I’m gonna ask.”

Mike might’ve complied. Or maybe she wouldn’t’ve. She doesn’t get the chance to decide, though, because vertigo suddenly takes precedence, and she doubles over to retch against the wall.

“Hey, alright.” The fat cop lets go of Mike’s stomach and grips her by the back of her shirt instead. “This for real or are you just playing?”

Mike gags and manages to choke, “I’m fine. Leave me alone.” She takes one stumbling step away from the officers and almost falls. She claws at the side of the shed to hold herself upright.

“Let’s go somewhere we can talk. You can sit down, cool off a little,” the red-head offers. He puts his hand on Mike’s shoulder in a way that’s half-comforting and half-threatening. She jerks away and covers her mouth with her hand. She throws up anyway, and it’s mostly chocolate mixed with some snot and bile.

“Fuck.” She thought she’d gotten it all back up.

“Ma’am?”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m not going with you!” The force of shouting makes Mike lightheaded, and she stumbles again.

“Are you going to faint?” The cops look at each other.

“Just leave me alone,” Mike mumbles. The words are getting harder to form. Her vision swirls, and it only makes the dizziness worse.

“We’re gonna get you some medical attention, ok?” The fat cop puts his arm around her waist while the other one talks into a walkie-talkie. Mike catches the wordambulance.

“Don’t take me…” she chokes out. They can’t take her to the hospital. They can’t. She won’t stand for it. She’ll run away. She’ll let Jason drive her home. “Call my brother.”

“We’ll call him when we get to the ER,” the red-headed officer reassures. “They’ll help you out with whatever’s going on or whatever you took. Then we’ll get in touch with your family…”

Mike wants to burst out laughing again. They think she’s high. She wishes she was high. But she’s already out of her mind and her eyes are red, so there’s probably little difference.

“Fuck you. I’m alright.” Mike makes one more effort to get away. She’ll escape the fat cop’s partial embrace and run.

But she can’t even get on her feet. Mike lists sideways and everything goes dark.

#oc fic #mike & co #mike deangeles #sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #eating disoder tw #ed tw

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kim-stories · 4 years ago

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1. The Beginning

No ones POV

It is 4:00am and Livie is having a nightmare about her past, she twists and turns in her sleep until the sound of a doorbell wakes her up. Her eye sockets fly open as she gasps for air, her eyelights were two different colors as one was blue and the other green. She was in a state of panic as even with her eyes open she was still inside her nightmare. Another ring from the doorbell snapped her out of it as she slowly sat up, she looks to the side to see what time it is and the moment she saw it was when she groaned out in annoyance. Her eyelights now back to her cyan color, she gets up and puts on her bathrobe and slippers before she heads downstairs. While she did that, her doorbell would keep ringing wich annoyed her even more. "yeah yeah...i'm coming, i'm coming" she sais before yawning, eventually she reaches the front door and opens it slowly. Only to reveal that it's Sans who is covered in sweat and not having his usual smile plastered upon his face.

Sans: "h-hi there...sorry to bother you so early" he looked frightened and constantly looked over his shoulder "i-i need to talk with you" he kept stuttering while speaking wich was not how he usually spoke.

Livie: (Story talk) "You all must be wondering how we ended up here or why sans is acting the way he is now. Welp for you all to understand what is going on we need to take a trip back to the past. How far you ask? Well all the way till the day the monsters were freed."

~3 years ago~

Livie: (story talk) "i remember as if it was yesterday. It was my day off from work and i was enjoying it very much. Now im not gonna spoil it with little details so you have to see what happens oke! oke". (end storytalk)

It was a warm summer morning and Livie was at home working on her skills in the training room that was located in the basement, this training room was designed and build by her. Little did she know that today was the day her entire life would change for you see the townspeople have kept an eye on the barrier on Mt.Ebott for decades, waiting for the day that monsters would finally be free to live a peaceful life with humans once again. When the barrier was broken, the townspeople were alerted to the news and acted immediately to get the town ready to welcome. Well everyone except for Livie of course, she was kept in the dark on purpose as to keep it a surprise for her. Meanwhile monster kind was guided down the mountain by Frisk who saved everyone and when i say everyone, i mean EVERYONE. Frisk somehow managed to get Asriel back to his former body, to revive Chara and to get Gaster out of the void as well. The only monster who was still skeptical about all of this was Sans who has been through so many resets that he just stopped believing anything the kid sais. When they arrived at the town though was when everyone was surprised to see how the town was decorated so brightly as if to welcome them to their little town, at the center of town stood an elderly man who goes by the name Sam. Sam used to be the towns former mayor and has been waiting for this moment when he was a kid, the time finally has come and he couldn't be happier. "welcome, welcome! my name is sam and this town is ebott town" he sais with a kind smile as Asgore took a step forwards and was about to say something until "GRANDFATHER!!!" someone shouts out as they were running towards them before falling onto the ground face first "ow...". Sam chuckles softly "excuse him, this is my grandson glenn and he is the mayor of this town" he explains as a tall skeleton suddenly made his way over to Glenn. "human named glenn are you oke?" he asks while helping glenn back onto his feet "ah yess i'm sorry eum..." "oh how rude of me, i am the great and wonderful papyrus" he sais as Glenn just smiled brightly "it is nice to meet you papyrus" Glenn replies while extending his hand for a handshake and Papyrus happily obliged as he shook Glenn's hand very excitingly. Toriel who watched carefully could not see or feel any ill intend from the both of them and as such took a few steps towards them so she could use her magic to heal Glenn's small injuries. Glenn scratches the back of his head in embarrassment "t-thank you" he sais shyly as Toriel gave him a gentle smile "it is alright glenn, it is the least we can do for you and your grandfather for giving us a warm welcome" she replied as this made Glenn smile. Even though things went well, in the group Sans was having a freaking panic attack because of Papyrus's careless action and was trying to calm down with the help of Frisk, Asriel and yes even Undyne since she has experience with this sort of thing thanks to Alphys. Asgore who saw all of it just chuckled and extended his hand towards Sam who gladly shook his hand "it is an honour meeting such kind humans such as yourselves, i do hope that from this day onward we can live in peace together" "i am sure we can and with your help maybe even help this town to a new and better future" Sam replied wich surprised Asgore but he was glad to hear this answer. Glenn was amazed by Toriel's healing magic as Sam cleared his throat to snap Glenn out of it and it worked as he himself was clearing his throat now. "well now that the introductions are out of the way, let us show you around town" Glenn sais as everyone agreed with him and followed both him and Sam further inside the town. Surprisingly the townspeople greeted them and while everyone else thought this was a good sign, the only one who found it suspicious was once again Sans.

~Hours later~

Sam and Glenn stopped in front of a huge mansion "i am sure all of you are hungry and thirsty by now" Sam sais as everyone agreed in the meantime Glenn wast texting Livie.

~Text message~

CoolMayor: "hey liv!"

FunBone: "yo Glenn!! what's up?"

CoolMayor: "nothing much, but i'm here for your surprise. so can you get ready?"

FunBone: "...right now?"

CoolMayor: "yeah. pretty please get ready" *puppy emoji*

FunBone: *sigh emoji* "fine...i'll get ready"

CoolMayor: "thanks liv, oh and please stay upstairs until i come and get you"

FunBone: "yeah yeah..."

~End messages~

Glenn smiled and put his phone away while nodding to his grandfather "alright everyone let's go inside so you can eat and drink a bit" Glenn sais as he walks to the front door to unlock it, since he had a spare key on him. By now you must be wondering how it is that Glenn has the spare key to Livie's mansion, well you see Glenn and Livie knew each other since they were kids as they were very best friends. Anywho, Sam guided monster kind inside along with Glenn as they were escorted to the dinning room. The dinning room itself was so big the everyone fit in there with space to spare wich amazed everyone, even mettaton was impressed with the spacious dinning room "my word darling are you telling me this room is a dinning room?" Glenn smiled and nodded "yess and here you all will dine and afterwards i will have a surprise for all of you". Everyone was overjoyed to hear this as Sam already went to the kitchen to get the food they prepared for them and Glenn went to help to get the drinks for them. Everyone was having a good time and chatting it up even Sam and Glenn, eventually Gaster cleared his throat and curiously asked "say glenn, did you not have a surprise for us?". Glenn immediately stood up "YESS SORRY I FORGOT!!!" he ran out of the room as everyone started to chuckle "whatever will i do with that boy" Sam sais with a chuckle "he seems like a good young man" Toriel sais as Sam agreed. Meanwhile "LIVIE!!!" he bursts into her room as she looks at him with a concerned expression "what? what happened? is there a problem? do i need to beat someone up?" she sais while slamming her fist in her hand while Glenn was catching his breath "s-sorry but no...i just forgot i had the surprise for you waiting downstairs" "...you're such a klutz" Livie replied as Glenn stands up straight "well i guess i did deserve it for making you wait so long" he chuckles softly before they both made their way downstairs "well i guess i can forgive you since you did get me a surprise" she giggles as Glenn smiled even more now "well i hope you like your surprise, because it is a really big one" Livie couldn't wait to see it but for some reason Glenn was even more excited about this then she was since he bolts down the hallway and she had to catch up with him. Eventually Glenn walks inside the dinning room "come on slowpoke, come inside already!" Glenn teased as Livie giggles even more "i can beat you in a speed race easy peasy" she sais from the hallway as everyone in the dining room was confused as to who Glenn brought along with him "anyway, why are you so exci...ted..." she walks into the dinning and fell silent as she saw all of monster kind in one place. Everyone else gasped when they saw a female skeleton walking into the dinning room, for some reason this made Asgore angry as he stood and was about to hit the table hard, but Livie stopped his fist with her magic "what do you think you are going to do with my table?" she sais with a stern voice as her eyelights were directed at him "well eum...sorry" he just sat back down as that anger immediately left him. Sam chuckles even more "now now livie be kind to the king" she crosses her arms "i would if he wasn't about to destroy something of mine" of course this made everyone even more confused. Livie cleared her throat "anyway my name is livie, livie hana" she sais as she joins everyone else at the table. Of Course this resulted in a lot of questions that she honestly didn't know how to answer properly as she wasn't so used to so many beings around her wether they be monster or human. Glenn taps the side of his glas with a spoon "everyone please, i still have one more surprise left for you all. me and my grandfather had thought long and hard over this as we decided it would be best that you all live inside this mansion" Alphys couldn't help but ask "b-but is that really possible?" Livie quickly caught on and simply said with a smile "oh don't worry about space, i have plenty of that here in my mansion" even though she said it kindly, she was angry on the inside that they haven't even considered asking her first before deciding this on their own. But she eventually sighed before a small gaster blaster floats into the dinning room "baby bones? wait if you are inside then that means..." suddenly the other 3 cam floating inside as they scared the others except for Glenn and Sam. "oke who let them inside" she stares at Glenn and Sam "i am so sorry livie it was me, i left the backdoor open" Sam admitted "it's fine...i thought i would introduce them at a later time but it cant be helped now" Livie replied with a sigh. Livie then stood up and cleared her throat "alright everyone, there are a few things you do need to know. first of all these blasters are my pets, the smallest one is called baby bones or bb for short, these two are the twins and the biggest one of them all is big momma or big mom for short. secondly i work as a psychiatrist, so depending on the appointments i have i will either work early in the morning, during the day or late in the evening" she states as everyone was looking at her as they were processing the information they have gotten. Gaster then stood up as he was curious as to how these blasters could move freely like that "i do wonder how much magic it consumes to keep them like this" Gaster sais as he was already examining the blasters "none actually, i found a trick to disconnect them from me so they have their own magic source and yes i can still summon them from miles away if i ever had need of them" Livie explains while Gaster finds this all very fascinating.

~Several hours and interrogating questions later~

Glenn, Sam and Livie had shown everyone to their rooms but Gaster requested to speak with Livie privately as they now were in Livie's office. "so what did you wanna talk about?" Livie asks as Gaster sat across from her "i know that all of this must be hard on you" Livie didn't say anything but he knew this was something that weighed heavily on her soul. "livie you need to let it out" Gaster sais as he was worried about her, Livie took a deep breath before breathing back out as her tears started to roll down her cheekbones. "it's not fair...i waited so long to see so many of them once again and they just...they just forget about me?! how is that fair?" Livie raised her voice a bit as her tears kept coming down her face while Gaster sighed "it may not be much...but at least i still remember you" he sais as he stood up to wipe away her tears "...does this mean i need to keep our past together a secret from them?" she asks with pain lacing her voice "i am afraid so livie...they wouldnt understand and it would only be more hurt and torment for yourself" Gaster replied while he tried to console her. She looks down disappointed by the answer before she pulls Gaster close so she had someone to hold while she lets her tears steam down freely. However, little did they know that Sans was eavesdropping on them as he found Gaster's calm demeanor very strange. 'how does the old man know her? and what is it she has to keep secret from everybody?' Sans thought to himself while he kept eavesdropping on them, only to hide when he heard Gaster telling Livie he needed to get back to the boys. Gaster left the office but Livie took the time to get out of the office as she tried to stop her tears from falling down more, this is when Sans took the opportunity to come out of hiding and act as if he was looking for her "hey eum i know that it's none off my business but are you oke?" he asks. Livie was startled by Sans suddenly being there, mostly because she let her guard down, but she closes the door and tries to smile "y-yeah just too many e-emotions from seeing so many of my own kind for the first time" she lied as Sans knew this but he couldn't force her to tell him everything since it would make him look suspicious as well. Sans sighs as he smiles afterwards "so you're a girl right?" Livie was taken back by the question as she nods softly "oh sorry i didn't mean to offend ya or anything but i don't know i thought female skeletons used their magic to make them look more eum...you know the part?" he sais as he feels embarrassed to even say this "n-not all female skeletons need to look s-sexy or more feminine to be a girl!!" she sais shyly as she explains that to Sans "s-sorry oke, i-i just thought-" "j-just don't say it oke! i am a female skeleton but i d-don't need the extra accessory to be one!". They were both a blushing mess by now as suddenly they hear "are you two oke down there?" Papyrus asks as they look up to see him waving at them "w-we agree not to tell him about this?" Livie asks "a-agreed" Sans replied. Livie and Sans go up the stairs towards Papyrus as there was awkward tension between them until they reached papyrus "s-so eum i'll be heading to my bedroom now...g-goodnight you two" Livie sais as Sans clears his throat "y-ye sure goodnight" Papyrus being his happy self replied "goodnight! and may you have pleasant dreams!" this made Livie smile before she waves towards them as she walks towards her bedroom.

~BIG time skip~

We are now several months later as every single monster had their own houses, their own jobs and lived peacefully among the humans...that is until the news of monsters living alongside humans spread across the world, how? Well the internet of course along with some mouth to mouth conversations from tourists that frequented Ebott town and with such also arise the problems. What kind? Well some humans came together and formed the Anti-Monster-Movement wich in short is called the AMM as they plagued the internet with lies about monsters. But with that also came a lot of humans and youngsters forward who disproved those lies rather quickly with evidence they had. Of Course the AMM didn't back down and decided to tell a lie that nobody could disproof or at least they thought they had a good lie. Livie was then tasked by Glenn to make videos to disproof those lies and she did, only thing is that she used a filter and a mask to hide what she really was but her voice stayed the same. This online war went on and on and on and on until the world leaders came together and called upon the monsters and the AMM group to appear in front of them so they could decide the fate of monster kind. Frisk was the monsters ambassador but because they were human child they couldn't defend them properly as stated in the letter. Those who had important roles in the underground were gathered in Asgore's house along with Sam and Glenn. Chara grips onto their shirt "so what? we leave everyone to defend themselves?" they blurted out in anger as "no need to be so angry, i'll go with them" Glenn sais but Sam clears his throat "you cant Glenn you are human too...we need someone strong and confident in what they do but isn't human...but who?" Sam sais until they see Livie walking past the house with a small suitcase in their hand "of course! she could do it for us!!" Gaster sais as Asgore quickly went to the front door and called out to Livie who was confused as to why he called her name out like that, until she got inside and was brought up to speed. "wai wait wait, you are telling me that all of you want me to defend you in front of the worlds leaders?" Livie sais as everyone nods. But of course Livie is a workaholic so she couldn't just take a day off like that "absolutely not" everyone was surprised as Gaster asks "why not? you are perfect for that role" "because i cant just drop my work like that!" Livie retorted "what if i took the blame for you? since i am the mayor and practically made you go...so what do you say?" Glenn sais as he smiles innocently. Livie was not convinced "w-what if i house sit for you as well?" Glenn adds wich made Livie smile "deal!" she shook his hand but Glenn knew that the moment she shook his hand was the moment he knew he fucked up. Livie takes the letter and reads it more "it states that we have to go to new york since the judgehall is located there, so everyone get yourself ready because we will have to go by plane" she sais while getting up. Everyone left Asgore's house to get ready, Livie already had a sneaky suspicion that they would ask for her help but not like this. Nonetheless she already prepared alot of information in the form of a presentation "they wont know what them" she sais and gets only one bag ready to take with her.

~Several hours later~

The flight to New York was amazing for everyone except for Livie who slept through the entire flight. When they arrived there they had to go with Glenn's cousin who managed to get a tour bus for them, but somehow Livie got separated from the group and by the time they realised it, it was already too late. They were on their way to the judgement hall as Livie managed to get out of the airport but she noticed they already left and with a big sigh she gotten a taxi to drive her to the judgement hall. She called Sans to let them know she was on her way but after the call the driver went to the wrong way "eum sir, you're going the wrong way" he chuckles "oh i know sweetie, but you wont be making it on time to save them". Livie sighs in frustration as she calls Sans again "yo sans, ye ye i know...but are you guys at the judgement hall yet?...you are?...great...wait they already rushed you guys inside?...nah don't worry about it...i'll be there in a sec..." she hangs up as the guy was still laughing up a storm "and how are you going to get there? your stuck with me!" Livie then calmly took her bag and waved "bey bey now" before teleporting out of the car and into the judgement hall. Of Course this surprised the taxi driver who needed to park himself and double check before cursing up a storm. Meanwhile inside the judgement hall the AMM went first and made a strong case that is until Livie suddenly popped up out of nowhere, wich startled many people but she just didn't care as she signed to the guy representing the AMM that he could continue talking. "where were you?" Sans whispered "well i got cut off from the group by other people and then basically gotten kidnapped by a taxi driver" Livie whisper replied. When the representative was done he whispered to Livie in a mocking way "good luck, heh" she just thanked him and went to the front as she asked if she could borrow a projector and laptop, wich she was granted before she pulls out a usb stick and plugged it into the laptop. She then connected the laptop with the projector wich projected her presentation, she then clears her throat and then looks over to the world leaders "hello ladies and gentlemen, my name is livie hana and i will be representing monster kind today" the world leaders look at each other before one sais "bring out your case miss hana" "thank you sir" she sais with a small bow. "you see what i will be showing you is a shortened version of the history of ebott town, for many decades ago monsters and humans used to live peacefully together. until one jealous human being started to spread lies and rumours about the monster, wich resulted in them going to war against the monsters and KILLING many of them. before they ran into a cave in the mountain wich the humans put a barrier around to prevent them from escaping" Livie explains "yess i do understand this eum story but how does this proof they are innocent" one of the leaders asks as she smiles at them "well how about this, who caused those other wars to happen?" Livie asks wich made them all shut up while she just shows more proof of humans starting wars around the world or even the violence and poverty they had caused "is this enough evidence to showcase that monsters aren't to blame for what happened in the future?".She was dismissed as the world leaders had a lot to talk about, but in the mean time she was talking to the others who were very much afraid to be forced back down the underground. The representative of the AMM walks up to them "how dare you pull human history into this matter!" he sais aggressively as Livie turns around to face him in a calm manner "i'm sorry sir but you cant interact with me or my friends until judgement has been passed down" the representative got even more angry and picked her up by the collar up her shirt "YOU COCKY LITTLE BI-" "what is the meaning of this!!" a security guard yells out as the representative lets go of Livie "t-this is not what it looks like" the security guard stands between him and Livie as they say "the world leaders requested you all back on stage now!" "y-yes sir" the representative went back to his group "thank you very much sir" she sais while the security guard gives her a small nod. Eventually everyone got back on the stage as one of the world leaders starts to speak "so first and foremost i want to thank all of you for giving us your precious time of the day to be here. secondly we were not sure wich of the cases we should chose since of course we love to believe our own kind but on the other hand we could not deny our own bloody history. but we want to call the representative to the front" the guy had this big as smile on his face as he walks to the front of the stage as he expected to be praised, but instead "your aggressive and shameful act towards miss livie made us see that human kind needs to evolve if we want a peaceful future" this shocked him as he turns around and points at Livie while suddenly speaking up "w-what!! you're joking right!! these are monsters and are our natural enemies-" he then gets cut off by another world leader "we humans have killed over a million people over the decades and you want them gone just because you think they are beneath us?" "but-" "I AM NOT FINISHED YET" "s-sorry" "we of course came prepared with our own knowledge as well, in fact we KNOW they killed 6 humans over the coarse of several years. but what do you expect? if the roles were reversed we would have likely done the same." they ended with as Livie was just being observant as she notices more guards suddenly in the room and she knew she had to be on guard just incase something happens. Another world leader stands up with a smile "and with a great pleasure we welcome monster kind into our world and thus would love to work alongside with them in the future". Everyone cheered as they were allowed to leave but not the other group, Livie lets her guard down a bit as they all went back home by plane again. For once Livie went to sleep feeling completely safe amongst those around her, plus she was tired from using so much magic and then having Sans sleeping in the seat next to her. Everything that happened today was broadcasted all over the world and thus Monster kind was accepted into the world and some could even move out of the town and move into other countries so they could help human kind into a bright new future.

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SERVERTALE Chapter 17: Twice upon a time

Ne: We need to be ready. Slasher: Oh, come on. We fight those idiots almost every day. Do you really think that they will be a threat. Ne: Listen, Frisk is almost at the end of the Computerworld probably. When she starts activating the portal, it will send a beam up into the sky, which will attract unwanted attention. Amy: Are you saying that both Cobra and Ramirez will show up? Ne: Exactly. Slasher: Still. We can handle Cobra and I haven’t seen Ramirez fight once. He’ll probably be an easy target. Amy: I don’t think that he would be leading the sentinels if he was just another soldier. Ne: Not to mention that the elites are stronger than before. Slasher: Alright. Lets hear your plan. Ne: Firstly, we need to have a backup plan if someone gets taken down. We will be defending the portal on the mountain. If I get get beaten, you shall take my spot and let one of Kris’ soldiers take yours. You’ll need to stick to cover, since there will be a lot of enemy firepower. Engage Cobra from distance while he’s distracted and use the hook of you grapple to your advantage. Cobra’s weak spots are his hands, that’s where his armor is weakest. Amy will use the camera system to help you out. Amy: What if something happens to him? Ne: I’ll just have to defend his and mine stop at the same time. Slasher: You might be fast, but you’re definitely not that fast. Ne: I know, but that’s the best we’ve got. We have dozens of soldiers while they have hundreds, remember? Slasher: You got a point there. Ne: I will keep Ramirez and Cobra distracted while you take out their soldiers. Bring any firepower necessary, the whole place will probably be a warzone. Slasher: I like the sound of that. Ne and Amy look at him surprised. Slasher: I mean the guns part. Warzone is bad. Ne: I’ll help you out when possible, but You’re gonna have to do most of the work. If I say to fall back, I’ll create a shield that will provide you cover. Plan A is aggressive defense. Plan B is moving behind cover and fighting from there. Plan C is any means necessary and we move back all the way to the portal. Hopefully we won’t need a plan to replace C. Understood? Amy: Crystal clear. Slasher: I’m gonna go check on my weaponry. Slasher exits the house. Amy: Are you really sure about this. Ne: To be honest, no, I’m not, but this is the only chance we have. You can’t fight, and I’m not sure how much can we rely on Kris’ squad. Amy: Why? Ne: They work within the law, which means that they still answer to normal authority, which can be easily bought. Amy: I see your point. Ne: Basically, it is up to me and Slasher to secure the portal. Amy: Is it really okay for me to stay here? I mean, I’m kinda using your house and food here. Ne: Of course it is. I don’t need food and I like having you around. Amy: Good to know. Ne: Are you feeling better by the way? Amy: Well, I am tired, but I generally feel better. Ne: You should sleep. Resting will restore your energy better than I can. Amy: Alright. Ne gets up and starts to walk away but Amy grabs his hand. Amy: Uhhh, could you maybe... stay here? It feels awkward for me to sleep here if you’re not here. Ne: Well... I’ll stay if you want me to. Amy: Yeah, I’d like that. Ne takes off his helmet and places it on the floor, before sitting back on the couch next to her. Ne: Ok. Then, I’ll stay right here. Amy: Thank you... for taking care of me. Ne: Any time. Frisk is walking through the final room of the core. Chara: We’re almost there. Asgore’s throne room isn’t too far now. Suddenly, a shadow nears Frisk. She looks back, only to see a purple cloak, without anyone inside it. Chara: Riverperson? What are they doing here? Riverperson: Tra la la... The human reaches the throne, but the risks have only grown. Frisk: What do you mean? Riverperson: What your new friends said is not true. Lied, or uninformed, it does not matter. They say that for the piece or King has will. But he will not hesitate to kill. Frisk: But everyone said that he is friendly. I don’t want to fight anymore! Riverperson turns around. Riverperson: Be careful when your next move you choose. Your life we do not want to lose. Tra la la... Before Frisk had the chance to ask any more questions, the mysterious cloak already floated away. Frisk: Who... Who was that? Chara: Riverperson is the transporter for monsters. They own a magic half boat, half cat. No one really knows what they are. Frisk: Can we trust them? Chara: While no one knows a lot about them, there are two facts known to everyone: They know everything and if they wanted you dead... Well, we wouldn’t have been talking now. Frisk: Oh... So I will have to fight Asgore. Chara: Come on, we can’t stay here for too long. Frisk: But what will happen now? Chara: Only time will tell. Lets move. Frisk goes in the elevator and selects the next floor. As she walks out of the elevator when it reaches the location, she is amazed by the next room. It is completely white, and behind a window, the hole city of monsters can be seen, homes and roads made out of black metal and blue light shining everywhere. The black sky is brightened by the lights of the endless city. She wishes that she could just stay here and enjoy the view. When she thinks about it, staying in the Computerworld wouldn’t be bad at all. She already made some friends, and she is sure that with the help of Sans and Mettaton, others would start to like her as well. But she knows that she can’t be selfish. She got here for monsters and Chara, and she plans to get them out. Chara: Are you alright? Frisk: Just enjoying the view. While I can Frisk reaches a house that looks exactly the same to Toriel’s... Ignoring that this one is in way much better condition. Chara: This was our... this was their home when things were better. Frisk goes into the living room. Chara: We would eat on that table and Toriel would read us her books later on at that chair. Suddenly, froggits appear in front of Frisk. She gets in a battle stance, but they don’t attack. Instead, they start talking. “A long time ago, a human fell into the ruins.” “Injured by its fall, the human called out for help.” Chara: That’s... they are talking about me. The froggits go away, letting Frisk continue exploring the house. She goes into the kitchen. After checking the kitchen, she finds a key and takes it. As she passes through the living room again, whimsuns fly in and continue the story. “Asriel, the king’s son, heard the human’s call.” “He brought the human back to the castle.” Chara: Heh, I remember how he offered his help without hesitation. Frisk goes through the hallway and enters the room in which Asriel and Chara lived in. She finds two presents, neatly rapped in boxes with ribbons. Chara: Open the first present. Frisk opens the box and sees a heart shaped locket inside. Chara: Take it. Frisk reads the small writing on the locket. Best Friends Forever Frisk: Chara, I can’t wear this. It was your present. Chara: But I want you to wear it. Please, he would have liked you more anyway. Frisk: Fine, but only for you. Frisk puts on the locket and exits the room, leaving the other gift behind. As she keeps walking through the hallway, she encounters a row of moldsmals “Over time, Asriel and the human became like siblings.” Chara: How silly I was, hoping that I would get him to meet you one day. “The King and Queen treated the human child as their own.” “The underground was full of hope.” Chara: Until I took it away from them. Frisk keeps on walking. Frisk: It was not your fault. Chara: You didn’t hear the full story yet. I became greedy... Reckless. Frisk walks in front of a mirror. Chara: But look at you. Despite everything, it’s still you. The same caring, peaceful, kind Frisk I’ve met years ago. Frisk blushes softly. Frisk: It’s hard. Chara: I know. Frisk takes another key and starts walking back. She unlocks the chain and goes downstairs. Two migosps appear. “Then... One day...” “The human became very ill” Chara’s voice becomes a little shaky. Chara: They all cared about me so much. After them, three vegetoids wait for Frisk to come closer. “The sick human had only one request.” “To see their friend on the surface” Frisk: Me? Chara: I was so persistent. “But there was nothing we could do.” As Frisk passes the vegetoids, two loox appear. “The next day.” “The next day.” “...” “The human died.” Chara stays quiet. Frisk walks into two snowdrakes. “Asriel, wracked with grief, absorbs the human’s soul.” “He transformed into a being with incredible power.” Frisk goes around the snowdrakes and sees icecaps ahead. “With the human soul, Asriel crossed through the barrier.” “He carried the human’s body into the sunset.” “Back to the city of the humans.” Chara: We... we were so close. Three woshuas wait behind a corner. “Asriel reached the entrance to the city.” “He knew that he was getting closer to the human’s friend.” “He kept carrying the human.” Behind the woshuas, shyrens await. “Suddenly, a loud noise rang out.” “Two powerful wizards saw Asriel holding the human’s body.” “They thought that he had killed the child.” Three dummies peacefully stand behind the shyrens. “The humans attacked him with everything they had.” “He was struck with blow after blow.” “Asriel had the power to fight them.” Madjick and Knight knight stand together, continuing the story. “But...” “Asriel did not fight back.” “Clutching the human...” “Asriel walked away.” For the first time, Frisk finds a weird type of froggits, which are more armored than the original ones. “Wounded, Asriel stumbled home.” “He entered the castle and collapsed.” “His dust spread across the garden.” This was the breaking point for Chara, as she sobs softly. Armored whimsuns approach. “The kingdom fell into despair.” “The king and queen had lost two children in one night.” “The humans had once again taken everything from us. Chara: It was me! I-I d-did this to t-t-them. Frisk becomes overwhelmed, by Chara’s sadness and the story itself. Three Astigmatisms hover nearby. “The king decided it was time to end our suffering.” “Every human who falls down here must die.” “With enough souls, we can shatter the barrier forever.” When Frisk passes them, she notices moldsmall, loox and migosp standing together. “It’s not long now.” “King Asgore will let us go.” “King Asgore will give us hope.” “King Asgore will save us all.” Pyrope and to vulkins wait behind. “You should be smiling, too.” “Aren’t you excited?” “Aren’t you happy?” One last froggit appears, and before he hops away, he says one sentence that completely breaks Chara. You’re going to be free. Chara starts crying, not being able to continue. Frisk sits down. Frisk: We don’t have to continue right away. Lets take a break. We could both use it. Frisk and Chara sit in silence for a few minutes, before they start going again. They reach the next room. It is completely made out of blue metals, shining and bouncing light everywhere. The windows have the Delta Rune symbol on them. Even with all the light, a figure far up ahead is still dark. Frisk uses a savepoint, before approaching the figure. As she gets closer, she realizes that it is Sans. Bells ring out through the room. Sans starts talking, but in a completely different voice. Sans: So you finally made it. The end of your journey is at hand. In a few moments,you will meet the king. Together... You will determine the future of this world. That’s then. Now. You will... you will... ah, forget it. Sans’ voice returns back to normal. Sans: listen, kid. i was supposed to judge you, but you two have already passed through enough already. you were amazing. you didn’t hurt a single monster. you avoided getting love and exp. Frisk: But weren’t those supposed to make me more powerful? Sans: power helps to live, but it also destroys. love and exp are acronyms. they stand for level of violence and execution points. Frisk: Oh... Sans: yeah. good thing you dodged that. Frisk: But what do I do Sans? Sans: what? Frisk: I don’t ant to kill Asgore... But I don’t want to die either. Sans: you can always not fight him and stay here with us. i know that we don’t have much, but you would be safe. Sans reminds Frisk of her fight with Toriel, only bringing back more painful memories. Frisk: I have to pass through Asgore if I want to break the barrier. Sans: you’re right. that only leaves one option. Sans sighs, tiredly. Sans: i can’t believe i’m doing this. Frisk: Doing what? Sans: I’m about to betray the whole kingdom. Frisk: What?! Chara is equally surprised. Sans: Come on. I’m gonna try to talk Asgore out from fighting you. Frisk: Are you sure you want to do this? Sans: You did so much for us already. This is the least I can do for you. Sans and Frisk start walking to the next room. Chara: I can’t believe that he’s actually going to do this. Sans: i said that i was going to protect you. Chara: Wait, you can hear me? Sans: and see you. Frisk: You have so much explaining to do if we get through this, Sans: a skeleton never reveals his secrets. Chara: Pfft, is that a rule or something? Sans: well, actually, all of the previous members of the font family had a lot of secrets. no wonder that only a few of us are left. Frisk, Sans and CHara reach the end of the corridor. Sans: this is it. remember, stay determined. All of them enter the throne room. They see Asgore watering flowers. Asgore hears them approaching. Asgore: Dum dee dum... Oh? Is someone there? Just a moment! I have almost finished watering these flowers. Chara: He always loved doing that. Asgore: ...Here we are! Asgore slowly turns around and sees Frisk and Sans, standing in front of him. Shocked, he takes a step back. Asgore: Oh. Sans: heya asgore. Asgore: Sans? Did you escort the human all the way here? Sans: nah, she got here on her own, i just now found her. Asgore: I so badly want to say, “would you like a cup of tea?”. But... you know how it is. Sans: actually, about that... Asgore: Yes? Sans: i think... you shouldn’t fight the human. Asgore: What? Sans: she’s harmless. Asgore: Sans... You do understand that the human has the last soul needed for us to be free? Sans: i will find a different way. Asgore: Why do you want to protect that human so much? Sans: don’t you see? i watched her whole journey. she didn’t hurt anyone, and judging by her skills, she could have easily defeated most of the underground if she wanted to. Asgore: Peaceful, or not, there is a law against humans. Sans: well, i guess you’re just gonna have to change it. Asgore creates his red trident. Asgore: Protecting a human is treason, Sans. Please... Do not make me fight you. Sans creates his bone staff and defensively holds it in front of Frisk. Sans: if that’s what it takes, than that’s what i’m gonna do. Asgore: In that case, goodbye, my old friend. Asgore raises his trident, ready to attack. Sans holds on to his staff, while making sure that Frisk is behind him. Suddenly, small bullets circle Asgore and they all hit him, knocking him down. Chara: NO! Sans: asgore! Sans drops his bone staff and runs to him. Before he even has the chance to check Asgore’s soul, Asgore’s body already turns to dust. One final bullet flies in, breaking Asgore’s soul into pieces. Chara is completely frozen, not knowing what to do. Sans: that... wasn’t me. Frisk quickly looks around, full of fear, trying to find the attacker. Flowey suddenly pops out of the ground, scaring Frisk. Sans: flowey. Flowey: You idiots. You haven’t learned a thing... All the souls the monsters have gathered so far start circling Flowey. Flowey: In this world... It’s KILL or BE killed Flowey’s face melts as he absorbs the souls. Everything starts falling apart. The Computerworld is breaking as it becomes darker, more glitched than before. Sans: i got this, just gimme a second. Sans opens the console and starts messing with the code. He quickly eliminates the viruses Flowey was trying to use to tear the Computerworld apart. Sans: ok, i’ve managed to stabilize the computerworld, but he still has the control. Darkness is everywhere. Suddenly, bright lights turn on, showing a picture with a monster resembling a loox and a human from older times with text. Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS One day... The picture suddenly glitches out, deforming the monster and the human they all disappeared without a trace. Everything is gone gain. Sans summons Frisk’s soul and uses her console. Flowey LV 9999 9999:99 My World Continue Restart Frisk finally breaks the silence with a shaky voice Frisk: What’s going on? Sans: he has the control. he has the save... he has everything. Frisk: You sounded like you knew him. Did you fight him before? If so, you know how to beat him, right? Sans: i fought him countless times, but never like this. he is more powerful now than he has ever been. Chara: What do we do now? Sans: the only thing we can. fight for this world. Sans selects continue. Suddenly, a save star appears in the distance. Frisk slowly walks to it, while Sans watches her surroundings, being really careful, since the only light sources in the area are his and Frisk’s suits, the star and her glow stick. Frisk attempts to use the save star. As the console opens, it starts glitching, before it completely crashes. Behind it, Flowey’s huge face lights up on a screen. Flowey: Howdy! It’s me, Flowey. Flowey the flower! I owe you a huge thanks. You really distracted that old fool. Without you, I never could have gotten such an easy shot. But now, with your help... He’s dead. And I’ve got the humans souls. The screen turns off, before turning back on seconds after. Flowey: Boy! I’ve been empty for so long... It feels great to have a soul inside me again... Mmmm, I can feel them wriggling... Aww, you’re feeling left out, aren’t you? Well, that’s just perfect. After all, I only have six souls. I still need one more... Before I become god. And then, with my newfound powers... Monsters. Humans. Everyone. I’ll show them all the real meaning of this world. Sans opens Frisk’s console to check the older save file, but doesn’t find anything. Flowey: Oh, and forget about escaping to your old save file. It’s gone forever. But don’t worry. Your old friend Flowey... Has worked out a replacement for you! I’ll save over your own death. So you can watch me tear you to bloody pieces... Over, and over, and over... Sans steps in front of Frisk. Sans: do you really think i’m gonna let that happen? Flowey: ...What? Do you really think you can stop me? Hee hee hee... You really are an idiot, trashbag. All of the souls are summoned in a circle, while a huge beast starts approaching, radiating a blood red light across the area. As it gets closer, its disgusting body gets visible, standing tall, made out of plantlike body mass and metal armor everywhere, a flat screen instead of a head and bellow it a four eyed creature with a sideways mouth. On the screen, his intimidating face shows up and he starts laughing like a maniac. Omega Flowey attacks. He starts shooting out razor sharp blades out of the eyes. Sans blocks all of the blades with his staff, while Frisk stays behind him. Two flamethrowers on top of his pipes activate. Frisk and Sans jump back, avoiding the fire. Some of Flowey’s vines rush forward. Sans moves aside, pulling Frisk with him. Frisk gets an idea. She takes her phone and uses the blaster to fire a shot at Flowey. If there was any damage, than it was way too small to be visible. One of the tubes around the eyes lights up in cyan, as Flowey uses one of the souls for more powerful attacks. He summons giant knives circling around Frisk and Sans. They carefully move between the knives, until the soul breaks free and turns the knives into healing magic. Flowey creates multiple bombs in the air, which start falling down. Sans quickly fires a barrage of bones, destroying the bombs. Flowey uses the next soul, creating huge hands which he uses in an attempt to crush his opponents. Sans keeps opening portals and guiding Frisk to the other side. Soon, Flowey looses control over the soul and it gets free. Flowey stabs one of his arms into the ground, while his vines shoot forward to Frisk and Sans. While Sans is busy blocking the attacks from front, the underground arm sends vines to dig up behind them. As the vines reach the surface and rush towards Sans and Frisk, they are stopped when a blue sword cuts them multiple times. Surprised by the sound, Sans and Frisk quickly look back, to see Papyrus. Sans: papyrus?! what are you doing here? Papyrus and Sans keep talking while they block attacks from Flowey. Papyrus: THE HUMAN AND I WERE SUPPOSED TO VISIT UNDYNE, BUT SHE NEVER SHOVED UP. I WENT TO LOOK FOR HER AND SAW YOU FIGHTING THIS THING. SANS, WHAT IS GOING ON? Sans: we’re trying to save the world. i’ll protect the kid, you take care of the abomination. Another soul starts glowing. Papyrus shoots up a long bone from the ground bellow him, lifting himself up all the way to Flowey’s height. From that level of height, Papyrus sees the full room. A strange light fills the room. Twilight is shining through the barrier. It seems The battle has just started. As Frisk sees the skeleton brothers protecting her, she is filled with determination. Sans takes care of blocking Flowey’s attacks, and Papyrus leaps from the bone with his sword, landing on the activated tube and stabs his sword in it, freeing the soul early. He continues to swiftly drop down, his landing cracking the floor below him. Flowey sends a bunch of pellets on Sans and Frisk, while he tries to crush Papyrus with his arm. Sans’ eyesockets go dark and in his left eyesocket, an incomplete blue circle of energy lights up, as he blocks all of the pellets with speed to fast to track. As he stops moving, his eyesockets go back to normal. Papyrus jumps out of the way of Flowey’s attack and uses the chance to cut the now trapped arm. One of the pellets breaks apart into more tiny pieces, cutting Papyrus. Flowey uses another soul. While Sans makes sure Frisk isn’t gonna get hit, Papyrus jumps on the grounded arm and runs all the way up to the soul tube and cuts it open, making all of the attacks disappear. Flowey tries to bring them off their balance, by resetting a few seconds back, but Frisk and Sans remember what’s going to happen next, while Papyrus can’t be attacked in his current position. Papyrus jumps down, exposing himself to Flowey’s attacks. Flowey tries to hit him, but papyrus blocks all of the attacks. Sans and Frisk use that moment to open fire on Flowey, noticeably damaging his screen. Flowey turns his attention to Sans and Frisk again and launches more blades at them. Both Sans and Papyrus raise a wall of bones from the ground, effectively blocking most of them. One blade gets through and grazes Frisk’s shoulder. Sans looks back at her worried, but even tho her shoulder is bleeding, she stays focused. Flowey uses the next soul. Huge fireballs start falling from above. Sans’ special eye lights up again when he creates a huge portal that leads to a few meters above Flowey. All of the fireballs fall on him, slightly burning him. Sans then summons Papyrus’ soul and turns it blue. Sans: paps! get ready to land! Sans changes the gravitational pull of papyrus’ soul, making him fall into the portal, which leads him to the top of Flowey. Papyrus makes a soft landing, before jumping down on the tube and breaking it, and then falling all the way down to ground level. Flowey throws more bombs, but All three of them shoot the bombs. After more attacks, Flowey finally uses the last soul, creating a handgun. He fires the weapon and huge bullets start flying towards Sans and Frisk. Sans quickly turns Frisk’ soul blue and pushes her aside, while he uses his staff to launch himself over the bullets. Papyrus uses the bullets as platforms, jumping from one to the other all the way to the last soul tube. Papyrus jumps next to it, cutting it in the air and falling back down. Flowey looses control over the last soul. All of the last souls start circling around Sans, Frisk and Papyrus, before healing all of their injuries. All of the magic armor the souls were giving Flowey disappeared, leaving him without defense. Flowey starts randomly using all of the attacks, while his opponents start attacking together. Papyrus uses his sword to cut off any nearby part of Flowey, Sans keeps creating bones and firing them off at Flowey and Frisk uses her phone blaster. Flowey knows that all of them are using their maximum potential for fighting techniques, so he does the same thing. Combining his attacks, Flowey sends bombs, pellets, blades and vines flying everywhere. While Sans might not be able to do much damage to Flowey, He is more than able to perfectly block all of Flowey’s attacks. After some time of defending and attacking, they finally overcharge Flowey. Flowey: No... NO! This can’t be happening!! You... You... Flowey loads his save file all the way to the beginning of the battle. Flowey: You idiots. Flowey’s mouth suddenly opens, firing off a beam of energy so fast that neither Sans or Frisk had time to react, disintegrating both of them. Not a second after their death, Flowey loads the file again and impales them. He keeps loading the file and using those same two attacks. He circles them both tightly with his pellets, not giving Sans enough room to create a portal. Flowey: He hee hee. Did you really think... You could defeat me!? I am the god of this world. Chara: Sans, what do we do? Sans: i... i don’t know. i don’t think there’s a way out of this one. Frisk: There has to be! Flowey: You’re hopeless. Not even your worthless friend can save you now. Call for help. I dare you. Cry into the darkness! See what good it doe you! Frisk takes a deep breath and focuses. She lifts her soul into the air and it brightly shines, calling out the other souls. Nothing happens. Flowey: Boy! What a shame. Nobody else is going to see you two die! The pellets slowly start to get close, before they disappear. Frisk looks questionably at Sans. Sans: That wasn’t me. Chara: Not me either. Flowey: What? How’d you...? Well, I’ll just- Console with the save file opens up. A row of numbers is written all over it. 01001100 01001111 01000001 01000100 00100000 01000110 01000001 01001001 01001100 01000101 01000100 Flowey: Wh... Where are my powers!? The souls answer Frisk’s call and burst from the tubes. Flowey: The souls...? What are they doing? Sans: i guess you could say... they had a change of heart. The souls start attacking Flowey, slowly taking him apart. Flowey screams in fear as he tries to force the souls, but they don’t listen. The souls destroy his omega form, leaving him in his flower body, cut and burned. Frisk aims her phone blaster at Flowey for a few seconds, but when she sees that he is too weak to do anything, she lowers the phone, sparing him. Sans created one sharp bone, prepared to stab the broken flower, but Frisk stops him. Frisk: Don’t be like him. Flowey weakly speaks. Flowey: What are you doing? Do you really think I’ve learned anything from this? No. Frisk: Maybe not now... but you might soon. Flowey: Sparing me won’t change anything. Frisk: Neither will killing you. Flowey: Killing me is the only way to end this. Frisk: I’ll make a new way. Flowey: If you let me live... I’ll come back. Sans: we’ll be ready. Flowey: I’ll kill you. Frisk: You won’t. Flowey: I’ll kill everyone. I’ll kill everyone you love. Frisk: I’m not gonna change my mind Flowey. Sans: sorry, looks like it’s your lucky day, because i trust her. and if she says there’s hope for you, you’re gonna live for now. Flowey looses his smile. Frisk and Sans’ mercy is only rubbing their victory further in his face. Flowey: ...Why? ... Why are you being... so nice to me? Frisk: I believe you can do better. Flowey: I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand... Flowey burrows into the ground and escapes. Chara: What happens now? Dad is dead and we lost the souls. There’s nothing left. Sans: well, not entirely. Frisk: What do you mean? Sans: That power Flowey used to turn back time. you have it as well. now, normally, i really wouldn’t like this, but it’s the only chance we have. Chara: What are you saying? Sans: you need to reset all the way back to the entrance of the throne room. as much as i remember, papyrus said that you should have met undyne with him. if you would get her to like you, maybe we can convince asgore to spare you. i mean, me and papyrus already have your back, but we need more support. i suggest we gather everyone. me as a judge, undyne as the captain of the royal guard, papyrus as the second captain, alphys as the royal scientist, mettaton as the celebrity and toriel as the queen. if we all protest asgore’s decision, he won’t be able to deny us, without us, he has nothing. Frisk: It’s worth a shot. Chara: Not like we can do anything else. Sans: alright, we’ll go with that. but remember, me and papyrus will have no memories of this ever happening, so you’ll have to remind me. i might not believe you, so just in case, use the codeword “seventeen”. got it? Frisk: Yes, I’m ready. Sans: ok, i’ll guide you through. Sans opens her console and finds the save file. he selects it. Sans: ready? Frisk: Yes. Sans: remember, we’re all counting on you kid. stay determined and have fun jumping through time. Sans presses the load button. 01001100 01001111 01000001 01000100 00100000 01010011 01010101 01000011 01000011 01000101 01010011 01010011 01000110 01010101 01001100 Prologue Chapter 16 Chapter 18

#Undertale #Sans #Frisk #Papyrus #Flowey #Chara #Undertale AU #Ne #Amy #Slasher #Servertale

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deductionfreak · 7 years ago

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wulf watches conan falls over a cliff, the musical

feat presume and patsu, who accompanied me on this shitfest

新一 ☆-Today at 01:35

sees preview oh boy its one of those 'haibara is the only competent one' aos isnt it dreads next part sigh yyyyep it is another good premise ruined at least the police are semi competent tho seriously tho why go alone just mghghghgh conan as well just places face in hands why do u do this @ writers esp bcthey should have noticed that cave at the cliff

犯人の灰原さん-Today at 01:35

face > hand

新一 ☆-Today at 01:35

re cops like all this feels like it hinges on four fucking boats missing a gotdamn cave boats CRAWLING W COPS LOOKING FOR STUFF IN THE WATER just LONG SIGH

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 01:36

doesn megure like tell them to look in the morning Kogoro is like NO

新一 ☆-Today at 01:37

they do it rigth away

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 01:37

NOW

新一 ☆-Today at 01:37

yea kogoro says no now and like i can understand why he'd wait for the morning, the seas at night are fucking inky black it looks like a tar pit its very hard to spot anyone but they'd have seen a goddamn cave FOUR BOATS

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 01:38

新一 ☆-Today at 01:38

AND THEY KEPT SEARCHING TILL MORN THEY WOUDL HAVE SEEN THE FUCKIN CAVE im just shakes fist it sets itself up okay then goes for shit tropes like 'cops cant see shit' and 'the competent chara who is not the mc™ goes off on their own' plus 'conan tells no one but haib he survived for NO FUCKIN G REASON'

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 01:39

ye the second part was like wtf

新一 ☆-Today at 01:39

first part was intense second part was shit the whole stunt w the belt too lfmao the more i watch the worse it gets i want to file my Big and Long complaint, see reason why im scared to do a case myself unless i have it planned out: this happens cc is like..........my one mistake that i will not repeat most of yall dont know the story for that tho his reasons to not tell anyone else dont make sense like its fine that they want the bandits to think the guy is dead but not the police??? his friends??? this is just so much bullshiti need a drink I KNOW IM ALWAYS BITCHING ABT THIS STUFF BUT ITS BC ITS BAD

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 01:51

,,, *refills the salt shaker* continue

新一 ☆-Today at 01:51

omg and of course haibara has no complaints about LETTING THEM THINK THEY ARE DEAD whats this about having the police force wrapped around your pinkie? i dont know them lit when he could have made THE MOST USE OF THE POLICE FRIENDS HE HAS LIKE U KNOW WARN THEM OF THE PLANNED ROBBERY BC APPARENTLY THIS WAS A SLOTTED PLAN BEFORE and then'explain to them later' >just the db >not lit everyone you love who thinks you fucking died well not really but w using the comp they rbought they lit know where the next hit will be you arent gonna use your cop buddies? REALLY? redeeming trait: they do fuckin call the cops

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 01:56

refills the salt shaker again just in case -img of conan tantrum on table-

新一 ☆-Today at 01:58

me tbh

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 01:58

its ok let it go

新一 ☆-Today at 01:59

i hate how so many anime originals that focus on haibara do this to all characters around her tho like you dont need to DUMB THEM DOWN to make her stick out its just bad writing

新一 ☆-Today at 02:00

u can tell when its a manga one instead because the characters at least dont get dumbed down i think the only character gosho has dumbed down to the point where it felt extremely noticable was jodie unfortunately yes i get it writers love salty science child but STOP DESTROYING THE CAST AROUND HER TO MAKE HER SHINE FOR GODS SAKE a a a a a

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 02:01

papapapap

新一 ☆-Today at 02:01

just this is such a prominent problem and then its reflected on the fandom

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 02:01

it is

新一 ☆-Today at 02:01

bc then THEY DO IT TOO

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 02:01

I agree I'm just half asleep

新一 ☆-Today at 02:02

screams into hands i hate this

犯人の灰原さん-Today at 02:04

angrysquint @ staff why th

新一 ☆-Today at 02:04

same wow conan, talking to three big armed men all by yourself

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 02:05

-haibara thumbs down emotes-

新一 ☆-Today at 02:05

another sin and now he's taunting them

犯人の灰原さん-Today at 02:06

,,,,,, k for a moment i read that as talking to three big arms

新一 ☆-Today at 02:06

LFMAO sentient robber arms

犯人の灰原さん-Today at 02:06

ur ran-neechan's already got them big guns no need to look at others

新一 ☆-Today at 02:06

tbh seriously conan confronting three men. Alone. They-re armed.

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 02:07

with a fucking crossbow

新一 ☆-Today at 02:08

and then he tells the man they want to kill to COME IN and then the cops come out of nowhere honestly like they could have shot them both before they got arrested literally esp a guy who shot ppl who -resisted- so why bother w the stunt show??? that made absolutely no sense and then they just give up when there are just three cops three. unarmed. cops ran also nowhere to be seen he just fuckin drops his crossbow and bows like?????????????? this is one sudden character flip an d makes absolutely no sense for all of them what makes more sense? for them to come in to a room full of cops this plan is just flimsy and relies on them not taking potshots at the toddler not to mention them not resisting arrest SOMETHING HE SEEMED TO HAVE NO PROBLEMS WITH WHEN HE SHOT THE COP IN THE FIRST HALF 'you photoshopped them' lfmao the detco constable frozen sigh this little twist at the end wasnt even worth it and was sadly predictable he just fell

children look smug over mantantrum

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 02:16

looking at that makes my knees hurt

新一 ☆-Today at 02:16

same i guess the end was worth it for them being mad at him for doin this fucking bullshit its kinda sad tho bc it felt the emotional investment in their worries and fears was just brushed aside for comedy

Rancrow 🎃-Today at 02:17

yeah kinda just not a good thing to do

新一 ☆-Today at 02:18

im tired of this ao bullshit so ill watch fanboy mitsuhiko later but honestly that was just so underhanded this whole second part just toys with potential and throws it in a firepit then laughs at you for expecting any better it was also my problem w the conan in a coffin one well one of the many the emotional investment was just brushed off haha how funny he forgot to tell everyone else he wa s still f ucking alive best part??? kogoro knew but apparently ran didnt the whole cops knew and we dont even know how they felt about this agasa also and its just what the fuck why cant you even bother to tell them 'im ok but we're hiding' hell just augh it was just plain bad this ao was shit, lads

#long post #cone bloggin #of me yelling at aos #takes out guitar and strums

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