#welp this went off in a completely unrelated direction

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

Behold, my slapdash spur of the moment word vomit silly little fantasy of if Aemond Had Switched Sides To The Blacks When Viserys Croaked:

-Otto and especially Alicent would be in straight up denial up until they see his ass on that dragon coming for King’s Landing because fAmILy sTiCkS tOgEtHeR nO mAtTeR wHaT like who cares if Otto pimped out his daughter and who cares that they forced Helaena to marry Aegon (she has zero love for that bum come on now) WE ARE A FAMILY DAMMIT and they just can’t comprehend a dynamic where Aemond would see them as anything other than his highest priority worthy of 1000% of his loyalty and dedication no matter how scummy they are ✨just because they’re family✨

-a little standoff with Daemon when Aemond gets to Dragonstone because Daemon is the way that he is 🤷🏽‍♀️

-“Mother says that Father changed his mind at the last moment but I know by the seven that that is complete bullshit he barely even knew we existed and yes I still can’t stand my nephews BUT I’m willing to leave it all in the past-ish because Aegon’s drunk r*p*st ass would run the realm straight into the ground, let’s just be realistic here..”

-would apologize to Rhaena and get all huffy when she refuses to accept the apology, Jace would play peacemaker and finally apologize about the eye which in turn would prompt Aemond to grudgingly admit that *maybe* he shouldn’t have grabbed a rock to try to bash Jace’s skull in with and it just snowballs into an actual heart to heart between them all, Baela adding in that hey I should have remembered dragons aren’t slaves and they choose their riders blah blah bla Aemond adding that it was definitely out of pocket for him to claim Vhagar literally hours after her moms funeral blah blah bla we were all just kids tho bla blah blah ending with Luke apologizing about the pig thing 🥺

-then we get a scene where Daemon is still suspicious and questions Aemond when they’re like out patrolling or whatever. “Why did you REALLY leave?” (You little shit??)

-“....because Mother turned out to be just like grandsire...and I realized grandsire didn’t give a shit about my eye or what I had suffered, only that it gave him an opportunity to weaken Rhaenyra because I had obtained a dragon for ‘our side’. It’s all they care about, how they can undermine her and uplift house Hightower....They don’t give a shit about me and I would have done everything for them...I’m as interchangeable as the most lowly of their banner men.”

-cue Daemon inwardly realizing oh shit I have a new son now because yes Daemon is a fucked up scumbag but goddamn it if he isn’t a total sap for the whole “I try so hard to get genuine love from my family why can’t they understand that and give me some love back” thing

-anyways Aemond goes to Storm’s end and snags Maris as a wife because who doesn’t love a good roast amirite and the whole posse will storm Kings Landing, RhaeRhae is crowned again in front of the people and she reigns for a bajillion squillion years everyone is happy especially me the end lmao

[orderuponthe99prettygrimmdiaries]

Taking risks in 2021

Taking risks in 2021, or at least I feel that's what's been happening these past couple days. Despite saying that I'd stop shooting shots and trying to ask him out or flirting. Despite that I wasn't thinking of going back to bumble or else I'd be confused. I guess this was a little cos of my counsellor's advice too. Maybe it was helpful to some extent.

So while I’ve been considering on telling him (multiple times - which includes that one time I asked if he was free to chat and he just left me on read)... During those moments, surprisingly, I didn’t feel too much fear. Just amazed that I’m finally going to make this move, that I might get some kinda closure. A little anxiety and excitement too, I guess. Like damn, I can’t believe you did that. But I guess, with him, I’ve had plenty of such moments. Right from the moment we exchanged numbers haha. Good times.

But anyhoo.. 2nd try, so I guess I kinda expressed what I felt. I'm still not sure where this is going honestly. Kinda funny yet strange that till now, since forever, we've still been going around in circles. Maybe I just gotta be completely straightforward and direct and just say it. Aloud. But I mean I also don't wanna put too much pressure on him, I already feel I'm doing so by asking him out. He says I wouldn't scare him off, but well... I mean. Besides, some of us are just not great at saying no. Admittedly, I am one of those too. 

Maybe he's just the friendly flirty type. I just hope telling him wouldn't cause the whole friendship and all to fall apart, because I really enjoy his company and I've been really grateful that we've been talking all this time.

But anyway, 3rd attempt, I did it. Like 2 days ago. Kinda. I didn’t get the closure that I had thought I would get. There’s never planning when it comes to him, really. Execute the plan, expect it to fall off the rails, throw away the fucking plan. Anyhoo... surprisingly, I also did it via audio messages. Crazy, I know. And funny thing was that he listened to 3 out of 4 when he first opened it, and then continued with the last the next day, which I’m honestly thankful for cos at least he still wanted to listen what was said. 

So time went by... I was honestly preparing myself for the worst already. Kept telling myself that at least our last exchanged words irl was literally “bye”, and that our last text convo was.. well, it was him being sweet and me expressing my feelings. Anyhoo.. emotional day, of course. The anxiety, the fear, wondering if this would just be our last convo ever and I’d never hear or see from him again. 

And then, his text came in. Completely unrelated too, btw. Ugh, but you can’t imagine the happiness and excitement flooding through when I saw it. Sure, it wasn’t a closure. But I think I did get the non-answer answer that I wanted. And at least we could still be friends. 

Or so it seemed... 

I’m not really sure if yesterday might have just been an impulse to reply and now he realised that he shouldn’t have and shouldn’t be talking to me anymore. He’s kinda gone MIA again. And I know that I probably shouldn’t be texting him first again and trying to chase him back or whatnot, but also I really wanna still be his friend. But I know, he has to want me as a friend too, and he probably needs some space after everything. So... well. 

Meanwhile I guess the tables have kinda turned for the situation with bumble guy. Sigh. I’ve been feeling bad about it since he has been initiating and all that, but obviously I wasn’t 100% into it since I was am hung up on the other guy. But, well, that night I guess I was being honest with everyone about feelings so I did tell him too, that I was still speaking to other people. It’s nice to finally get it out there at least. 

And gah, sometimes I wish I had listened more to my gut back then and been honest with the work guy too about more stuff. So many things I had wanted to say during so many moments, but I held back because I was afraid. It’s also funny considering if I’d wanted him to be the guy in my life, I should have been honest, right? But well, lessons learnt. Also maybe I shouldn’t have been so impulsive to tell him this right now, especially when we were kinda leading up to actually meeting again finally. 

Ugh, but now, I don’t even know if I should be continuing with dating at all. Everything would bound to feel like a rebound. 

So, yep, there goes my love life. I really need to figure out what exactly is my gut instincts more. But all these gut instincts, head vs heart, anxiety. Oof. But well, hopefully things will work out, because I’m not sure how much I can really take... 

I’ve been telling myself that I’m strong and that I got this, whatever the outcome, I would have expected since overthinker. But, welp, I guess this hurts more than I had expected. I think it’s more of wondering that maybe if delaying it would have been better, especially since I’d just gotten him back, but I guess, some things are inevitable. 

And I suppose what would be worse is regretting the moves we never made, than the moves we actually made. I mean, I’m proud I actually got to this. It wasn’t really what I had expected. And honestly, the amount of moves made and shots shot for him, I’m just... wow. It really sucked that it didn’t work out like I had hoped, but still.. keeping those fingers crossed that we’d still be friends, cos I believe he still made me a better person overall. But that’s for another post. 

X

[cowtale-utau]

Sans/Ace INTJ vs ENTP

Welp this is not the full breakdown I’m working on but. This is contributing to that? I was asked about my type choice (which I super don’t mind! I love a good debate) and this will help in breaking down that part of the full work up. It’s super friggin long. I’d apologize, but I wouldn’t really mean it. Anyway, here we go.

First lets look at the functional stacks

INTJ / NiFeTiSe (NiTe) vs ENTP / NeTiFeSi (NeTi)

Ni – Internal intuition vs Ne – Extroverted intuition

Sans is suspiciously intuitive. There was no argument that Intuitive was going to be part of his typing. How the intuition functions and is used is where we have some point of potential debate. This comes down in many ways to how Jung viewed extroversion vs introversion. Extroverts are characterized as expansive and expressive, with short attention spans and rapidly shifting focus. They also tend to have relationships characterized by breath as opposed to depth. That is, many, more “shallow” relationships, rather than fewer, “deeper” connections. Conversely introverts are more focused and narrow, spending more time and energy on fewer things they give more value. Ne tends to have a wider range of hobbies and skills, while never focusing enough to master any, while Ni tends to develop mastery in fewer, selected areas. Ne also tends to want to bounce topics and visit many areas of conversation, while Ni wants to focus in on a singular topic to explore as deeply as possible. Ne wants to have many options while Ni wants to zero in on one singular answer.

Honestly, you can see traces of both Ne and Ni in Sans personality. He has a broad range of skills, and a pretty large number of arguably shallow “friendships”. He also keeps a very small number of deeper, more developed relationships, and there is evidence of him having a few areas he has a much deeper knowledge of.

Getting into the real differences is easier when you pair Ni/Ne with their respective sidekicks. Thus we have NiSe and NeSi. If we go by type theory Ni uses information Se has subconsciously gathered to find patterns and themes in their environment. They cast a wide sensory net to take clues from all possible inputs, visual, auditory, etc. They then use this data to compile a narrow underlying pattern. Conversely NeSi, draws on repeated snapshots of experiences to compile an established pattern to put forth a range of possible “what ifs”.

A simplification of what separates Ni from Ne can be put as such; Ni  is insight, Ne is ingenuity. Both E and I express intuition in their focus on the metaphysical and theoretical. NJ's can be seen as less creative while NP's are less able to come up with convergent ideas. ENPs see several potentials in everything, they struggle to trace back to a single causality. ENPs often take a “spray and pray” method, and are surprised should they hit upon the correct answer. They won't likely trust this as the true answer until they've tested and exhausted all possibilities.

INTJ and ENTP functions are perfect flips of one another and are often mis-typed. 

INTJ: Dominant: Introverted Intuition Auxilliary: Extraverted Thinking Tertiary: Introverted Feeling Inferior: Extraverted Sensing ENTP: Dominant: Extraverted Intuition Auxiliary: Introverted Thinking Tertiary: Extraverted Feeling Inferior: Introverted Sensing

Personally I'm inclined to lean towards Ni for Sans, but both are viable options. In fact both are so viable, that this breakdown wasn't particularly helpful. But it was interesting, and fun so I'm not mad I did it. So lets try this from a different angle. This time I'm going to ignore “stacks” and look at the purely E vs I, T vs P, etc break downs, and include my personal opinions on them, and how I got to the choice I did for Sans.

Introversion vs Extroversion

E – Energy is outward, towards people and things. Gains energy by being with people, batteries drain when alone. Need stimulation and are expressive. Like variety, action, and achievement. Communicate openly without censure. Allow conversation without conclusion. Take words at face value.

I – Energy focused inwards, towards ideas and concepts. Recharge with “me time”, drained by crowds and company. Tend to be reserved, and can seem subtle or “impenetrable”. Think before they act, often taking time to make a decision.

When I first typed Sans I had to ask, is he an introvert, or just depressed. I think it cannot be argued whether or not Sans suffers from depression. The indicators are there. It is a widely accepted view. However, I do not believe this excludes him from being an introvert. I see Sans as a social introvert. He likes people in general, enjoys crowds, from a comfortable distance. He keeps most relationships at arms length, and needs time alone to recoup. Sans is a very guarded and reserved individual, who can play at being an open book. He deflects with jokes and entertainment, but how many can say they are genuinely close to Sans. Even Papyrus is kept at a certain distance despite Sans clear love for his brother. I think Sans is kinda the poster child for the misconception that introverts are isolationists that hate people. They (cough we cough) aren't. They just need time to themselves to reorient, and re-energize. And that doesn't necessarily mean complete isolation either. This can often be achieved in the company of those held especially dear, or by simply withdrawing, even around company. This can be seen in Sans choosing to be at Grillby's but choosing a somewhat “closed” location. Yes he's towards the center of the room, but he's at the corner of the bar. He directly faces only Grillby. Or a common fanon example, Sans shutting down and allowing himself to be lugged around by Papyrus. He stays physically present, and is likely taking in the going ons, but has disengaged on a personal/social level.

Intuiting vs Sensing

S – Focus on immediate thought and sensory input. Trust conscious, limiting to facts and solid data. Pay attention to immediate, material, practical and “real”.  Work on a clear schedule and use logic to work in a direct sequence. Practical, realistic, grounded, direct.

N – Process data on a deep, subconscious level, trusting “gut feelings”. Spot patterns and take broad high level “big picture” views. Enjoy ideas and theories, are willing to work with factual evidence on a “instinct”. Change and adapt plans as information changes.

While I suppose an argument could be made for either I'm inclined to pin Sans as an N. Especially if one dismisses the “Sans remembers resets” theory. One cannot deny he uses facial cues and behaviors to make “gut” predictions about the player character/Frisk. Sans does not strike me as one to stick to any schedule not externally enforced by others (Papyrus). He doesn't need solid proof to make an accurate assessment, and trusts his own instincts. Somewhat unrelated to current discussion but one could argue a case for Sans having some almost... Arrogance in this regard. He is so confident in his assessment that he calls you on it, despite having no solid, in hand, proof of any of his accusations. This is a man who trusts his own mind.

Thinking vs Feeling

T – Thing logically and with reason. Desire fairness and objectivity. Black/White mentality. Seek truth and clear use of the rules. Sometimes forget or dismiss the “person” variable. Prefer truth over tact. Analyze pros and cons, and when a decision is made, consider it done.

F – Make decisions based on the feelings and considerations of others. The 'person' element is the first and primary considered. Value harmony, and try to be tactful even at the cost of some truth. Some times overlook the “hard” facts and can come off idealistic.

Here's another area where both typings agree. Sans is very much to me a T. Despite his apparent “easy to get along with” nature he can clearly lack tact (as seen in his 'you'd be dead where you stand' line). It's clear he is capable of dismissing the “people” component as seen in a neutral run. Even if you are to kill his brother there is little reaction beyond a few (or single, I'm slightly tipsy and my memory sucks) lines about his upset. This could theoretically be blamed on the nihilism/depression we see present, but could also be tied into his objective way of thinking (and if one considers that he's at least distantly aware that the outcome isn't permanent than this way further leans into T type. He knows it isn't the end, and so can accept that even if his brother is dead now, he won't be later, allowing him to remove emotion from the equation). If his magic coloring is tied into the presented soul traits the desire for fairness and objectivity is clearly seen in his secondary (?) Justice trait. I also believe Sans very much has a Black/White view of morality/the world. You can see this in the neutral run. While he may not attack you in anything less than No Mercy/Genocide, he definitely calls you out. Even just reaching LV of 2 is enough for Sans to express disgust in both you and your actions. This suggests he has absolutely no leniency in his views.

Judging vs Perceiving

J – Decisive and controlled. Are rigid and take charge of their environments, making choices early. Specific in what they ask, and expect others to do as told. Seek order and closure. Like to have time for preparation. Enjoy being experts.

P – Feel limited by structure. Feel more in control when options are left open. Thrive with the unexpected and are open to change. Tend to be loose and casual. Work in bursts. Are tolerant of people differences and will adapt to fit a situation.

And here's the other where the two potential types vary. And I can see a case for either. Its when all the parts are taken in together that I lean towards J over P. (although if we went with the percentages system I could see him as being fairly close, and sometimes slipping one way or the other over the line. I've know a couple of people personally who do so every now and then. A close friend of mine regularly tests at 51/49 in their J/P alternating between INFJ and INFP) I think when balancing Sans' N and T it comes together more comfortably in J. His rigid morality suggests a lack of tolerance and adaptability. Once he starts something, he sees it through to completion. His desire for the cycle of resets to be stopped can be seen as a need for closure, but I think we can dismiss it as extenuating circumstances. Anyone would want it to stop after a fashion, even if they are only distantly aware of the occurrence.  I think Sans straddles the J/P line leaning slightly more into J. He needs order and routine, but is stiffed by too rigid of a structure. I think for me this ultimately came down to me viewing Sans (or perhaps Ace in this case) as an ultimately science leaning mind. He needs answers. He needs clear, clean answers, and not getting them is distressing. While he may like to keep his options open in some areas of his life, overall he prefers to know what he's getting into, and how he's going to handle it. He's a free personality, that dislikes an unpredictable world. He wants to know where the end is, and have several methods of getting there. Not knowing the answers is scary, and Sans/Ace hates being scared.

So there's that. I don't know if any of it made any sense, but there you have it. How I typed Sans and why. Bare in mind, that this is also a half fanon typing. This is at least in part, based on occurrences after the events of canon Undertale, and how Sans/Ace behaved then. (you’ll see more of that in his full workup) As well as being based on some headcanons, though I tried to be fairly sparing with them. I also find myself frustrated as to the lack of information on Sans behavior/personality prior to the events of the game. What was Sans like, before the resets, before the depression. I would love to see what Sans had been like when he was younger. Alas, this is unlikely to ever happen. But anywho, this got way long, and if you manage to actually get through the whole thing I would love to hear your opinions. How do you type Sans, and why? Is there some glaring in game clue I missed? I'm totally open to friendly discussion on the topic, if you want. I included a couple links that give a pretty good rundown of the different functions and how they come together.

https://www.typeinmind.com/nite

https://www.typeinmind.com/neti

[lesbeansoup]

Tale of Thrones (A Cruel angel’s thesis)[#3]

—THIS COFFE IS FRISKIN’ AMAZING! —Undyne said with a wide smile on her face. She laughed and looked at Alphys, like trying to analyze her face with second intentions, but then the short, shy monster looked away, blushing.

They’d both shared a nice lunch. It had been two weeks since the international superstar, Mettatton, had gone missing. She hadn’t had a second to rest, and that momento of relaxation was all she needed to get back up again and keep on with her duty.

—Uh..y-yeah! O-of course, pally! —A nervous laugh became present as soon as Alphys had finished her sentence. Undyne couldn’t stop looking at her. Since she had become captain of the royal guard, her position had allowed them to get even closer to her friend. The look in her eyes revealed her intentions.

Undyne rested her chin on her hand and took the last sip of coffee.

—Welp, Alphy. I think this is it. I’M GOING TO LEAVE NOW! THE ROYAL GUARD NEVER RESTS! NEITHER DOES HER CAPTAIN! —She smashed the table down with her fist. In a matter of seconds, Alphys’s office floor was full of splinters  and pieces of Wood, a shadow of what seconds ago was a simple but yet beautiful coffee table.

—U-uh…I’m so--- —Before she could even finish her sentence, Alphys started laughing so hard tears flooded her eyes with joy, while she covered her mouth. Undyne smiled at her friend, gently, and picked up the wood from the floor, put it under her arm and walked out of the door, promising she’d get her a new one as soon as she could.

It was a hot day. The summer festival was about to take place. Just three weeks more and the realm’s most waited festivity would come.

Undyne was wearing a black sleeveless top and dark blue trousers, a perfect combination with her combat boots, which gave her a rough look. She couldn’t wait to put on her armor, which se did as soon as she stepped into her room.

Her armor was certainly a piece of art. Every single joint, scale and inch of the piece was made with precission and love, simulating a piranha’s head. She gladly put that piece of art on, until she noticed it was a little too tight on her chest. She squeezed into the chestpiece harder, which went in with a noisy “plop”. She grabbed a spear from the weapon rack that rested next to her bed and went out for her usual night watch.

She looked to both sides of the Street whe she went out of the enormous door of the castle, and had the feeling that it was going to be a long night.

                                                         ***

As she walked through the dense summer night, she encountered a tall, suspicious figure in the distance, talking to a group of humans. She got close with martial, disciplined walk, and patted the tall monster on the back.

—WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU PACK OF--- Oh, G, It’s you. —Undyne laughed noisily with a grin form ear to ear as she gave Gaster a Spank on the back. Gaster laughed back and hugged her hello.

—Un̷dyǹe!͘ G̶o̡od̸ ̕to ̧se͜e ͏you he͜r̢e. Ì w͠as j͏ưst̨ te̵ll̵i̛ng th̀es͞e ̸hưmaǹs abou͡t yo̢ur̛ ̢gre͘at͟ness͞ an͜d͝ ̢g͏lory įn͝ b̸att̸lè—The tall monster said, with a warm smile on his face. He certainly was a friend, though Undyne. She even believed Gaster envied him in secret.

—OH, COME ON, YOU! —Screamed Undyne, taking her helmet off and letting her fire-like hair be messed up freely by the summer breeze. —I’m sure you told them of that time I CRUSHED THOSE HUMANS THAT TRIED TO BRING THE CASTLE DOWN!

Gaster laughed. Undyne laughed. The humans laughed. Most of them, were wearing a Rookie guard armor, and were patting each other in the shoulders in joy.

G crossed his hands behind his back and walked off as he spoke.

—Wel̶l̕, I ̢bęt͡ter ͘ge͝t͜ ǵo͠i̛ng.̷ ͠M͏y͞ ̶w̨ife m͝us̵t ̢be̵ wa̶it̴ing f͏o͢r̸ m̴e͠ a̡t ͜h̨om͢e̶.́

—Sure thing, G. Have a good one! —One of the humans said, as he laughed. Undyne then took his helmet and lifted her spear.

—OKAY NOW, YOU WEAKLINGS! GO MAKE YOUR CAPTAIN PROUD!

All of the soldiers screamed in unison at her captain’s brief speech. Put on their helmets and marched through the streets, divided in various groups, dilligently watching over the city to protect and serve.

Undyne smiled at the recruits as they walked off and put on her helmet to keep on marching. She didn’t need a group. She just needed her Friends. She was happy with hr life. She was loyal to her King, and if the queen had said that the sky was purple, she’d have believed it.

She was the literal definiton of an unrelenting one-woman army.

                                                      ***

Screaming was on one corner. Undyne quickly turned her head around to the direction of the sound and readied her spear as she approached slowly towards the house the noise was coming from.

—NO! I DON’T WANT TO! —It was a childish voice. The kid must’ve been no more than seventeen years old. Undyne couldn’t hold it any longer, even if she’d already started listening.

—You’ll do what you are commanded to do! You are mine now, ya hear me?!

Undyne punched the front door open and came inside of the room to find a man grabbing a young little female monster of her same species by her hair. The fins on both sides of her head were ripped, like it had been done intentionally to punish or harm her.

—What is the meaning of this?! —The man screamed, grabbing the girl by her wrist rudely.

Undyne furiously pointed at him with his spear.

—WHAT IS GOING ON HERE, YOU MERCILESS HUMAN? —She said with a low, imperious voice.

The man seemed nervous. Like a cornered animal caugh feating on its prey by an even bigger predator, he recoiled until he touched the wall and smashed the little kid’s body against the Wall so she would stop moving.

The girl seemed scared. She was looking at Undyne with hurte yes, telling a million stories just by sharing a glance with the royal guard’s eyes.

—GET AWAY FROM US! THIS IS SOMETHING I MUST HANDLE ALONE! —The man screamed even louder thn her, with tears in his eyes, seeing the pointy spear threatening his life. He looked at the girl with fury and the looked back at the spear Undyne was pointing at her.

Some curious citizens were starting to peek from the windows and the hole in the door to see what was causing such an argument.

The situation was tense. The girl might have been kidnapped. That man may had been doing horrible thing to her, and she tried to escape, so he was punishing her until she came in. It must’ve been horrible for her. The dilatation of fear in her pupils said it all.

—HUMAN LET THAT GIRL GO AT ONCE! —Undyne screamed, gripping her spear even tighter.

—You don’t understand anything, do you? You pesky monsters, living in castles and enjoying nice hot meals while we’re here, killing ourselves over the contents of a damn refrigerator.

—I DON’T CARE, LET HER GO! —Undyne had a bad temper, and it was starting to come out. The man pulled the child’s wrist as Undyne charged her spear and threw it at the man with uncontrollable precission and strength, hitting its target almost instantly. She just couldn’t bear that injustice anymore.

The energy spear went right through the man’s chest, piercing his lungs and making him cough a liquid cimson substance as he hit the Wall, impaled by the weapon, letting the kid go. As soon as she saw herself free from her kidnapper’s grip, she grabbed her waist, briefly looked at Undyne and started running towards the exit, going through the oor and getting lost in the darkness of an alley next to the house.

Undyne slowly walked towards the man and kneeled, taking her helmet out.

—You could’ve listened to me! —She screamed, looking angrily at him.

The man, drowning in his own blood, was looking in her direction, but not at her. More specifically, he was looking at somewhere behind Undyne.

She noticed this, and turned around to see a lady of the same age as her. She was a human, who had an ugly looking cut in her leg.

—Honey…? Is she gone…?—She asked with a trembling voice.

Undyne’s mind started storming ideas about what had happened before she had arrived. But a horrible thought came to her mind as soon as the lady ran with tears flooding her eyes towards her dying husband, who grabbed his chest and looked at Undyne with begging eyes.

—Why--- why didn’t you listen to me…?—He coughed once more, making Undyne’s perfect armor dirty with crimson red blood.

That man was just trying to protect her wife. She’d broken into the house, harmed her wife and got caught while trying to escape. And she’d helped her do it.

Undyne had made a terrible mistake. She grabbed the man’s hand and looked at him with sadness.

—I…I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had…you were…

But the man wasn’t paying attention to her. He was looking at her wife, smiling. He wanted to die watching what he loved most before disappearing.

Her wife grabbed his other hand an melted in tears as she watched her husband’s life slip through her fingers. She looked at him all the time. She didn’t even care about looking at Undyne, who was trying her best not to run away leaving all that situation behind.

The man died seconds after. Some murmurs were Heard behind their backs, the curious citizens were clearly going to remember this. A brown haired human looked at Undyne with fearful eyes and whispered to an old man next to him, which nodded carefully as he brought his hat towards his heart in sign of respect.

Without saying a word, Undyne stood up, grabbed her helmet, completely soaked of blood in the outside, and walked slowly towards the door. Ignoring the shouts of the woman whose husband had just intentionaly killed. Ignoring the murmurs and whispers that were surely going to haunt her ont that Street, or worse, on the whole city, for the rest of her life.

Ignoring the tall, black figure, that walked away of the scene with a triumphant grin on his face.

                                                       ***

Gaster left his robes at the hanger that was close to the doorstep, carefully, trying not to let him be Heard by his wife. He walked inside the kitchen with clear intents and tickled her wife as she was busy setting the table.

—Ow! Ow! Stop, you silly! —She uncontrollably laughed in joy as her husband, mercilessly, kept on ticking her. One of the plates that were on the table fell on to the floor and didn’t break. Gaster stopped and picked it up, putting it in its place again.

—H͝ow͟ wa̴s̶ ͏your ̵da͜y, św͢e͢e̴t͘h́e͟a͠rt? —He asked with a warm smile. Lucy answered to the question with another smile as they both sat down to eat dinner.

—I’ll ignore the fact that you busy manipulative bastard are trying to evade. You made me cook today.

—Okày,̕ I'm ̧so̶rry̴! Me͞a̕ c̛u҉lpa͜!͏ Thi̵n͘g͘s go̷t i͏n҉t̴er͞ésţin̵g̕ ̸w͡ith̷ fil͏ęś ͘a̶n͘d͝ I ̴had̸ ́t̸o s̀t̷a̷y̡ ̶a̡ lit͡tl͡e ͜l̡oņg̕e͝ŕ.

—Answered Gaster with a smile on his face, trying not to apologize too much.

—It’s okay you silly. You know It’s okay. —She reached out to touch his hand and gripepd it with love. He did the same.

After an long pause, they served their food and started eating. Lucy opened her mouth.

—My day was good, thank you. Some customers tried to ge ton my nerves, but I’m fine, as always. What about you? Are the royal coffers aye ok? —She asked without swallowing her spaghetti.

Gaster smiled and had a spoonful of his delicious dinner. His wife ran a pharmacy next to their house, and she was a patient person who could deal even with the most confusing of doctor’s handwritings.

—As alwày͏s͞,̧ ͘ho̶n͞ey.̴ S̀o̕me͠ i͏nc̨onv͘en҉i̡e͟nc̢és  but͘ no̸thing t͟im̡e ańd swe̷at cąn'̕t͟ ̛f̢ix. —He answered, with a tired smile. His wife laughed. —Wha͜t̶?

—You’re so cute when you talk about responsibilities. —She giggled, and Gaster did too. The rest of the conversation went on until they finished dinner and did the dishes. With a spank on his butt, Lucy went towards their bedroom.

—I’m tired, I think I’m gonna go to bed. Don’t delay too much! —She winked at him. He waved goodbye at her with a warm smile.

Gaster was drying the dishes with a purple towel, his wife’s favourite color a spoon, a fork, a cup, two…and a plate. He noticed the edge of the plate, where it had a mark, vestige of what could have been a broken plate minutes ago. He looked at it for a long time and grinned, thinking about the next day. It was going to be a big day.

I might not have a Soul as strong as yours.

You may never miss a spear.

But I’m going to turn your sense of right and wrong into your own personal hell.

And I’m gonna make you beg me to let you burn in it forever.

Gaster dryed at the plate and finished with the rest of the cutlery. He then went to bed, got undressed and hugged his wife from behind, feeling her heat against his body. She hugged his arm back.

He smiled.

Long live the King.