#what if something is wrong with asriel

[slimester]

Was just thinking about how in C2 DELTARUNE theres a door in queens palace that leads to a room queen designed for asriel but kris wont let us, the player, see it. And that got me thinking, so I thought I'd share the fan theory that came out of it. I'm not fully convinced by this since we'd need more information but I think it logically follows and I'd like to share. So, stop reading past this point for major spoilers of secret stuff and easter eggs.

In chapter 1, theres a lot of talk around town about asriel, his friends who haven't gone to college yet, or aren't going to, miss him and tell us a lot about him. About how he was helpful, kind, supportive, he easily made friends with everyone. Kris doesnt have many friends their age because they were always following Asriel around. We know that Asriel is supposed to be coming home from college soon in a week, and each chapter is roughly a day so we're counting down to Asriel coming home.

I'd like to also preface with the observation that Gaster, or atleast the goners seem very present in the light world around hometown. Temmie has an egg which they say is their partner, which seems like a call back to the hard boiled egg in undertale, but what if instead, it's the man behind the tree seen later in the dark world which is the only source of eggs as an item. Theres also the striped bird in the library, which greatly resembles a goner from undertale.

And lastly, near the bunker that you cant enter, if kris stands near it in chapter 1, it begins playing ominous music which has been associated with Gaster.

Now that we've got all that out of the way, I'd like to pose a question: what if something happened to Asriel?

What if something happened to asriel when they last came back from college, leading to asriel dying, potentially near the bunker? And kris, so distraught was willing to do everything in their power to undo it? We can see gasters tendrils through the light world, especially concentrating around the bunker. If he reached out to kris or vice versa, and kris begged them to fix it, gaster could have made a faustian bargain with them, and taught them how to open dark worlds that are manipulated by his desire when he opens them, and he could create a vessel for Asriel. But in the meantime, Kris needed to incubate asriel, or the cost of plucking asriels soul from the aether was kris's soul, and we're playing as Asriel possessing kris. And Ralsei is the intended vessel, extra indicated by the heart on ralseis robes. Kris might be avoiding developing feelings for ralsei as an individual knowing what the outcome will be, but needs Asriel to love Ralsei to cement the connection later, assuming love of the vessel, something mentioned very early into the vessel creation, could be what ties a soul to a new body. It also makes ralseis name make more sense.

I feel like kris and Ralsei are indeed up to something that we dont know about, considering Ralsei talked to kris in the cutscene without us knowing what they said. And from spamton we know that lightner souls are powerful, and if [heaven] is the light world, then a lightner soul could make a darkner into a lightner.

It could also add an extra level of horror to the genocide and snowgrave situations, considering that kris didn't know his brother was capable of that kind of evil, and that maybe subverting the natural law was a mistake, asriel becoming a vengeful wraith, lashing out at being denied peace and destroying kris' life, not remembering who they were.

If pacifist it also makes sense how easily we the player befriend everyone. It's incredibly out of character for kris, but not for asriel. And why kris' room in the dark world looks more like asriels side of the room which makes me think that if true, Ralsei may be in on his own annihilation. Because darkners are meant to serve a purpose and cant deviate beyond reasonable limitations. And to come full circle, maybe the reason kris is hiding things about asriel from the player is that the player is asriel, and if that realization comes to early, we'd be lost as we completely disassociate from kris.

And it would also tie into the themes of overcoming loss present in undertale. In undertale it was Asriel who couldnt accept charas death and everything was set in motion by his inability to accept her death or harm others, and everything ended when she possessed frisk and led him to help asriel overcome his grief. This time it would be charas counterpart, kris, unable to accept his brothers death, and brought him back, willing to sacrifice as many other people as it takes to regain what was lost.

Like I said I'm not completely sold on this yet but I thought it was interesting and would fill in some holes left by the story so far. We'll need more information to verify but it definitely seems like something toby would do, based on undertale. We'll have to see how it shakes out.

[acaciapines]

guys what if i told you ive been thinking about dess and actually i think dess/chara might be able to work out in the drkau...like ive been doing some thinking into dess and her reasons and why she does what she does and how she cares about people and im starting to nail down the role i want asriel to play, and. and.

guys i think dess is actually going to be able to change. i think dess figures out how to change but asriel never does....

[queenofnabooty]

A part of film history, honestly

(art direction: @oceanssapart)

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Story Setup and Character Info

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Hometown was once a quiet, largely rural community…until, as often happens, much larger powers decided to move in. An expanding empire takes over the land around the small community, and the old town is now surrounded by a rapidly growing fortress and city. A more threatening military presence is felt, and poverty quickly creeps in as the expanding empire takes advantage of the residents still in Hometown. 

[Image of a smaller, more rural Hometown with a much larger city and fortress walls behind it]

While the younger generation at least attempts to adapt to all the changes, the older generation deeply resents this intrusion into their old home. Many of the elders, including Asgore and Toriel Dreemurr, Father Alvin, Mayor Holiday and her husband Rudolph, form their own tight-knit group that soon spirals into a cult.They’re a small community with no means of standing up to an empire’s armies. But, there’s always been old whispers of things far more powerful and terrible…old gods and strange horrors that hail from a Dark World parallel to their own. The cult focuses their attention specifically on tales of a Dark Prince, a goatlike entity made of fire and shadow that can pacify any enemy. Surely, if they can gain the favor of something so dark and powerful, they’ll have a means of driving away all of these intruders and restoring Hometown to the way it used to be.

However, as everyone knows, trying to call up old gods demands sacrifices. Mayor Holiday, having gotten the group together, tries to take the brunt of this duty and first sacrifices her daughter, December. However, it seems to be a botched ritual, and nothing useful results from it, leaving the Mayor extremely bitter. The other elders are tasked with picking up vagrants or other troublemakers to try and successfully complete this ritual, but none seem to work. 

Unwilling to offer up their own dutiful son, Asriel, the Dreemurrs instead adopt an orphan from the poverty-stricken streets of the encroaching city: Kris. However, they find that upon adopting them, Asriel quickly forms a close bond with Kris. Asriel, like most of the younger generation, is unaware of his parents and grandparents’ intentions. Kris is not easy to take care of sometimes���they have weird interests, aren’t very clean, and are often disobedient. Despite this, Toriel and Asgore find Kris growing on them, too. The thought of sacrificing them gets harder and harder to swallow. [Image of Kris and a human Asriel hanging out together and talking while Asriel sits at a writing desk. Toriel and Asgore look on the both of them from a nearby doorway.] However, the other elders start to pressure them, questioning why they’re so intent on keeping this weird orphan around. Aren’t they a symbol of everything going wrong with their little community, and with this invading modern future? Toriel continues to put it off, using the excuse that she is doing extensive research to make sure that they finally do this ritual correctly. While she is indeed conducting research, she also knows that they can’t do anything with Kris as long as Asriel is around with them. 

However, when Asriel is offered an extended stay at the city’s new university to get advanced training as a scholar, the Dreemurrs don’t have an excuse anymore. At the other elders’ behest to do what’s necessary for the good of the town, they decide to conduct the ritual with Kris. The cult brings Kris to an underground shelter in the woods outside town, with Kris none the wiser about their intentions until they are incapacitated and unable to escape.  Toriel’s extensive research pays off, and Kris is appropriately sacrificed to the Dark Prince. The ritual causes them to vanish from this plane, seemingly dead…but there’s still no sign of the old god they were trying to summon. 

[Image of Asgore, Toriel and other older townsfolk, dressed in various goat or deer masks and robes, with Asgore carrying Kris towards an altar.]

The Dreemurrs are distraught at this seeming failure, after they worked so hard to ensure that they did this right. The remaining elders double down, though, insisting that they have to keep trying. Asriel returns from his training, and is devastated to find his sibling missing. Toriel and Asgore, unable to admit what they did, lie to Asriel and say that Kris had a huge argument and left home on their own. Asriel vows to search for them and bring them back home, and while his parents try to dissuade him from this, they’re unsuccessful. 

[Image of Asriel stepping out the door of his home, a large backpack slung over his shoulder, and waving off Toriel and Asgore in the foreground. They stay indoors while he heads out into the world.]

Meanwhile, unknown to anyone in the Light World, the ritual was actually successful, and transported Kris to the Dark World…right into the home of Ralsei, the very Dark Prince they were trying to reach! Ralsei is delighted to finally have an actual human from the Light World visit him! Sure, he’s heard about all those previous sacrifices, but they never actually got to him. The Dark World and the afterlife aren’t really the same place, after all. [Image of Kris floating down into a new Dark World, where Dark Prince Ralsei stands next to a large cauldron and welcomes them.]

Kris, however, is infuriated and despondent…they’ve already had a very hard life as an orphan, and now just when it seemed like they had a new family they could trust, that trust was broken by adults who once again threw them away for their own purposes. Ralsei, ever cheerful, assures them that they must be here for a reason…and that he has a means for them to not only return to the Light World, but get retribution for what’s happened to them and their Hometown. 

[Image of the silhouettes of many large eldritch beasts: Susie, Noelle, Berdly and Catti.]

The Dark World is full of eldritch beasts, strange demons and old gods, after all. He can grant them the forbidden knowledge and ability to speak to and even command these eldritch beasts. Once they form a strong enough bond with the beasts, and make it through the bound gods that may bar the way, they can bring them back to the world of light…and command them to do whatever Kris would like to the people living there. However, such power and ability comes at a high cost…Kris’s human soul. 

[Image of Kris giving their soul to Ralsei; the soul emanates a red glow between them.]

Kris, seeing little other option and not feeling much attachment to their humanity anyway, agrees and sells their soul to the Dark Prince Ralsei. Ralsei excitedly promises that he’ll take extra good care of their soul, and that he’ll accompany them as they befriend the eldritch beasts lurking in the Dark World. This arrangement certainly has some other benefits for Kris, too…in addition to this forbidden knowledge, Ralsei’s control over their soul grants them a degree of invulnerability. If Kris dies or is somehow psychologically destroyed, Ralsei can use it to revive them completely. 

[Image of Kris, now decked out with armor and a sword, standing on a cliffside looking out over the Dark World. Ralsei stands nearby.]

Ralsei gives Kris suitable armor and weaponry for this venture, and the two set out into a vast Dark Realm of strange horrors, lost cities and twisting paths in search of new friends and a means back to the Light World. While Kris is unsure about this journey at first, Ralsei is all smiles, excited for them to gain some friendships that they clearly desperately need! Of course, he’s excited for other reasons, too…those cultists have been calling out to him for such a long time, and now with Kris’s human soul, he can finally enter the Light World. Kris can forge the bonds they’ve been lacking, Ralsei and the eldritch beasts they find will finally have access to the human world, and the people clamoring for terrible things to happen will get exactly what they asked for. How could that not be a happy ending?

[akanemnon]

Chara headcanons? Ngl I want to see what happens if I hug them.

(Famous last words.)

Alrighty, now we get to TR!Chara

back on the surface, they used to be an only child

they learned how to play many instruments and how to speak multiple languages but forgot all of it after being dead for so long

they never really were allowed to have much chocolate on the surface. They always savored every bite they could get their grubby little hands on

Chara used to get into other people's hobbies in hopes to appeal to them and get their approval

they did learn to really enjoy knitting and gardening. Two hobbies they picked up from Toriel and Asgore, respectively

they're ambidextrous

the first time they really received any affection was when they were adopted by the Dreemurrs. They never really got used to the concept, even though they did love them back.

their way of returning love is through acts of kindness, and not by words or hugs.

physical contact makes them very uncomfortable. Some people just like their personal space

they hate smalltalk with a dying passion. They're a "either say something meaningful, or say nothing at all" kind of person

Chara is the only one of the main cast who knows and uses heavy swears (they picked that up from Toriel)

they (typically) don't use contractions. The way they were brought up was to always talk proper. They only use contactions when they're comfortable (aka with Asriel) or something is very wrong

[floweycidal]

do you think when flowey was a wee weed and just got into calling himself flowey that he had a kind of embarrassing stage he does not want to talk or even think about where he tried too hard to be the opposite of asriel and it was so obvious everyone could tell it was asriel

BAHAHAHAHA, YOU BET I DO! this is probably going to be as headcanon-y as it gets (kinda), sorry in advance. but really, making him a total sopping wet soggy loser is the best part of writing him. it's my favorite angle, no doubt.

the first month of being "flowey" was an exercise in second-hand embarrassment, except the person you're embarrassed for is yourself. and you can't even leave the room to escape it, because surprise! you are the room. you're a flower. stuck there. living it.

he had it all planned out. goodbye asriel dreemurr, the prince of crying-at-literally-everything, hello to... whatever cool and clever thing he was supposed to become. the details were fuzzy, but he figured being soulless meant the whole "evil" thing would come naturally.

it did not come naturally.

the cracks showed almost immediately. everything he tried just came out wrong. his threats sounded more like worried suggestions. his evil schemes kept accidentally making things better. his idea of entropy was essentially community service with attitude.

he couldn't even get the basics right. he'd tried tossing out sick burns, but they'd just hit with all the impact of a wet napkin. they weren't even insults half the time—just weirdly specific observations that petered off awkwardly.

he sucked at it. no way around it. he sucked ass.

so, he worked harder. determined to sound edgy, bad to the stem—whatever that meant—but it didn’t seem to take. every affront felt more like an accident than an attack. 

and the laugh. god, the laugh. he practiced it, forced it, tried every variation. dry chuckles, derisive cackles, even an exaggerated villain’s howl. none of them worked. what kept slipping out instead was the exact same dorky laugh that used to bubble up when #she would do silly voices during storytime.

this was the worst. he was the worst at being the worst.

his own body double-crossed him at every turn, still running on years of ingrained kindness his mind was trying to stamp out. he'd be right in the middle of his most "menacing" speech yet, really getting into the whole eternal suffering thing, when someone would sneeze.

"bless you!"

every. time.

the number of “villainy” monologues ruined by his automatic politeness was actually impressive. really, it was almost a talent.

it was a drawn-out process, this transformation. no guidebooks or cheat sheets. however... i’d argue the closest thing he had to a mentor here was toriel.

she didn't know it was him. obviously. somehow that made it worse, because she kept almost-recognizing things. little stuff he hadn't managed to burn away yet.

a familiar turn of phrase. how he'd end sentences. that godawful giggle that still sounded too much like pillow forts and frolicking in the mud. how he’d fill glasses, just enough to make them brim above the edge. the efficient way.

each time her eyes would catch on these moments, these tiny betrayals of self, he'd slam that reset button with all six petals. nu-uh, no buckaroo.

her reactions were the compass he followed, pointing to what needed to be carved away. reset after reset, he got better at it. harsher. finer. a little less like the kid who used to run up to her with flower crowns and scraped knees. 

the kindnesses got rarer; the callousness came easier.

never easy enough, though.

she'd still tilt her head sometimes, something glittering in her eyes like she was hearing the first few notes of a song she’d once known by heart. and he'd realize he'd effed up again, let some stupid little piece of asriel show through.

she’d never know she was teaching him how to stop being her son. to her, he was just some weird flower guy that occasionally felt eerily familiar, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on why.

every time she almost intuited something in him, he'd reload, desperate to finally become someone she wouldn't know at all.

ahhhhh. and so it came full circle. in his frenzied bid to unlearn being her child, he was still (by the most bruisingly contorted logic) turning to her for guidance. still just a kid, looking to his mom for answers. just… not in the way either of them would’ve wanted.

[sunny-knight]

* My brothers never seen a human before

I dont personallyyyy think the college thing is gonna happen with Papyrus (for several reasons-) BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T ENJOY IT A LOT 😭 Him, Asriel, and Frisk all being buddies is really cute.

I DO think Papyrus and Asriel should/could definitely have a/some fun interaction in Deltarune when they both pop up….eventually…

And just Frisk being in Deltarune is something I feel like everyone would enjoy-

Im also a supporter of the Papyrus Is The Knight guild, and I will DIE on this hill until im either proven wrong and I shamefully drag my feet to AO3 where I am forced to dream of what could have been, or proven right and get to freak out about it for the next 30 years of my life. What a butterfly effect

[hellspawnmotel]

i LOVE ur analyses (ur noelle + ralsei ones completely changed the way i view those characters) and if u ever started a yt channel for video essays i would BE THERE. ur art has a comforting quality that can be twisted into something disturbing/raw that i rlly like and admire. i wanna know more of ur thoughts on chara. i think they killed themselves bc of their dread of humanity + they thought what they were feeling (anger/vengence) was inherent to being a human and not a monster. thoughts?

thank you, that's very kind of you!! I don't think what I have to say would be very well suited for video essays though haha, it's just my personal readings of the text and I really don't want people to look at it and assume that I'm completely right, or even that I think I'm completely right. there are tropes and themes that I get particularly caught up in and I have my very obvious biases, plus when it comes to deltarune the story isn't even done yet..... I would hate for somebody to get totally invested in my interpretation and then get mad or disappointed if something that happens further in negates it. (that and my video making/editing skills begin and end with cutting together amvs)

as for chara..... (warning this is about to get heavy, maybe don't read if you're dealing with suicidal thoughts of your own)

.....always a complex question, especially when it comes to their death. I never really want to say anything definitive about them, because well, we don't actually know, do we? but this in particular...... with suicidal thoughts and ideation, you're always looking for a way to justify it. I don't think there was one specific reason chara went down that path, because there never really is. it starts with one thought, and then all the reasons you could possibly come up with start to clump together and form an unbearable weight. I think it's significant that chara came up with "the plan" after (accidentally or not) poisoning asgore. maybe it started with the guilt of hurting somebody they loved, which grew into the guilt of 'I'm such a burden to these wonderful people, they would be better off without me' which grew into the guilt of being human at all. but they still wanted to be useful to their family, leave them with a gift.... if their death can both free monsterkind AND destroy humanity, then really it would be worse of them to NOT die. that idea would stick in their brain and become a comfort to them- it's okay, because before too long, everyone I love with be safe and happy and I'll be dead, and I won't have to feel so awful every day. this is the only way to make up for all the time they wasted on caring for me. but then, of course, everything goes so extremely wrong..... I can't imagine the anguish chara would've felt in death, for not only failing but dooming asriel alongside them. they weren't thinking about the pain it would inflict on their family even if the plan had worked, or ever stop to consider that one day they might be able to feel better, and now they'll never get a chance to see it.

I think that also nicely leads in the main routes in undertale's storyline. in one, chara is a passenger on frisk and the player's journey, and they watch frisk inconvenience everyone they meet over and over but ultimately make their lives better just by being a friend and believing in love, which mirrors chara's own life and what they failed to see in it. in the other, chara is guided into dealing with their pain in a different way, by destroying it. the world is cruel, and unfair, and it hurts the good people while the bad flourish- better to do away with it entirely. if there's no life, then there's no suffering. if chara is all that exists, they become the nexus of pain. if they have to become a demon anyway, they can learn to love it. it's all humans are good for anyway. maybe this is easier than trying to fight it ever was.

but like, it's not, obviously. being a good person is hard sometimes, and it's even harder to be good to yourself. in the end though, if you give into hate and destruction, you'll be left with nothing but emptiness. whether through harming others or harming yourself..... either way you've closed yourself off from the world and your ability to experience the beauty of life, in all its faults.

okay I think I should stop there before I get too preachy or existential LMAO I hope that answered your question though! talking about chara is a dang rabbit hole. like, you're a creepypasta-ass character from a video game, why you making me think this deep. maybe if you werent so tragic and interesting I'd get less distracted, jerk.

🌻

[the-fabled-void]

*emerges from lab, with messy hair, eyebags, and carrying a conspiracy board*

We've been thinking about Frisk's personality the wrong way! They're not either merciful or murderous, or flirty or childish. They're all of them at once. Their personality is one of possibly. They aren't one individual option, but choice itself.

They represent something we don't consider a part of their personality as a human, and that's something that makes them *so* human. Because humans aren't a set of choices, but all of those choices combined, and the drive and possibly to make any of them at any given moment.

They're not a blank slate or something you project yourself onto. They're their own character, you just help them choose.

The choices are always there, Frisk always has them. The choices are not ours, they're theirs.

The Frisk who flirts with every monster, being silly and becoming friends with them? That's Frisk.

The Frisk that's pissed off at everyone but still wants to be friends? That's Frisk.

The goody two shoes who's as nice as possible? That's Frisk.

The Frisk that does what is necessary to achieve the best ending? Frisk.

And the Frisk who kills off everyone, just to see what happens? Still Frisk.

They only allow the player to choose between a very specific set of actions. Fight, Act, Item, Mercy. And the ACTS change from monster to monster, only a few they seem really fond of staying the same.

As expected from a kid, they seem to be driven by curiosity. They want to know as much as possible about a given Monster. Conversations- there's quite the extensive set of options when calling someone. You don't have to give them any input for what to say if they choose to call anyone. Simply calling is enough.

It's implied they made quite a dirty joke if they're told to flirt with Toriel after calling her mom. Because believe it or not, kids sometimes know about weird topics without engaging in them.

Even their expression could be used as evidence: -_- is now they look- their eyes closed, they're allowing you to guide them.

Despite how people portray them, they're not a silent protagonist, they're not speechless. They're actually quite talkative.

It's like they recognize that you want to play the game, and that you can only do that by giving them choices. And they allow you to give them choices. But only those specific ones.

It's like they're saying "you can play, but you gotta play by my rules"

Not to mention the circumstances that have to happen for you to know their name.

Because despite all these options, the kid does have a preference. They want to be friends with everyone. Or at least, they want everyone to be as happy as they can make them. That's why, only once you manage to help them free everyone, you get to learn that they're called Frisk.

"You're not really [Player Name], are you?"

That? That's Asriel, not just acknowledging that Frisk is not his childhood friend and kindered spirit. The one he misconstrued in order to relate to them, who wasn't perfect, but still trying their best. He knows Frisk not them.

No, he's acknowledging that, despite everything, despite the choices made in their regard, Frisk is happy. Someone chose for them, but they did it by their rules. Everyone is happy, just like they wanted. And Frisk did not change as a person.

You do not learn Frisk's name if you do not appease them.

Instead, they disown your choices, and you by refusing to let you know who they are, if you don't make them happy.

If you do the opposite of what they want you to do, you only get what you've been doing reflected back at you.

By someone bearing your name but not your face.

And they? [Your name]? Chara? ? They will remind you, even if Frisk is gone, that you were the one to drive them away.

"You didn't follow the rules, you betrayed the trust I gave you. You proved yourself unworthy of control. I won't even allow you the illusion of playing through me anymore."

You thought you could do what you want with them, but now, they're rejecting you.

Despite how little control they seem to have, Frisk is the one pulling the strings.

This is their game.

[everysongineverykey]

i've said this before but i think a huge part of the reason undertale's character writing works that doesn't get talked about enough is the fact that it doesn't fall into the trap of having FRIENDSHIP fix everything. i mean in a way it kind of does but like. the characters fix their own mistakes. they are the ones to decide they've done wrong and take action to fix it, not you. they just realize that through frisk. friendship gives them the new perspective necessary to change their ways, but it's only half the solution.

it's alphys who decides, on her own, to take the amalgamates home and admit her mistakes. it's undyne who, when it's her turn to attack you, outside her flaming house, decides there's no point in this path of mindless murder and destruction she's dug for herself, and breaks the cycle herself by dropping her weapon and deciding not to fight you anymore. it's asgore who, after you've done nothing but attack him, realizes what a coward he's been and decides to end the cycle of violence at the cost of his own life. it's mettaton who hears the voices of the hundreds who love him, and who he loves, and realizes that for now, it's more worth it for him to be content where he is. it's asriel who, despite the comfort of pretending chara's still with him, chooses to recognize frisk as who they really are, and face a harsh reality so he can save his family. sans sees your determination and perseverance in the face of hopelessness and decides that maybe there is something to fight for, all by simply watching you. hell, papyrus gives up his fight entirely on his own- all he needs is an opportunity to really think his plan to join the guard through, and a taste of what that guard actually stands for, and he decides it's not worth it without you saying a word. undertale presents you with all these flawed and complex characters and says, "here, look. they're just like you, and they chose to save themselves, despite everything in them telling them they were damned. will you do the same?"

[sole-production-ut]

Who is condemned to hunt

Hollow!Sans – his nickname speaks for himself. His soul is always empty and unable to give magic or feelings. Hollow is doomed to absorb the souls of others to make up for his own shortcomings. He is similar to Ink!Sans, but is his most horrible reflection. 

His story

He came from an alternate branch of Undertale, where Chara and Asriel didn't dare to come to the surface. This changed history and in the future, Sans became an ambitious royal guardian while his father Gaster conducted an experiment to create the perfect living weapon, which was to be humanity's deterrent to conclude a complete world. And that weapon by all tests became Sans himself. Sans' soul had to absorb the power of the CORE to make Sans the strongest monster in the world. But something went wrong. The CORE began to overload Sans's soul too quickly and subsequently collapsed and exploded.

The entire universe was wiped out and only Sans was left alive. Or rather, the skeleton that was Sans. When he woke up, the only thing that was with him was his soul. Empty, without a hint of anything left. And just as his soul itself was empty, Sans' entire personality and memories were also empty. No magic, no feelings. Nothing. Over time, this led to powerful psychological symptoms and dissociative identity disorder.

It would have gone on like that if a wanderer - another Sans - hadn't arrived in his world. He tried to help the poor man, but he was concerned about what was in front of his eyes - the soul. Without thinking, he pounced on his savior like a wild, ravenous beast and devoured his soul. Eventually he managed to feel alive for the first time in an unknown amount of time. Emotions, memories, magic. It all flowed through Hollow's body. And seeing through the portal of the murdered Sans a whole universe filled with souls, it was not hard to understand what had become of this universe. He later realized that he too had powers that could help him go anywhere in the multiverse he wanted. All he needed was his blood. So, Hollow absorbed souls from one world after another. Hollow began to learn his new powers, abilities, and slowly mimicked intelligent beings until he eventually resembled a гusual monster himself. Hollow began to perfectly mimic all the feelings that humans and monsters have. He gained an incredible amount of knowledge. He became practically normal. But behind this mask of normalcy still lives a predator that has only one goal - to eat souls, because Hollow is a Soul Eater.

His personality

His character is extremely difficult to define. Initially there are no feelings or emotions in him, only a thirst to devour. However, when he is not hungry, he can be described as neutral as possible. Whereas the colors create chaos in Ink's character, Hollow remains neutral after eating souls. It's just that he gets the opportunity to impersonate others. He smiles, he's sad, he's angry, but all of these emotions are just copied from the souls. That can often be revealed by his eyes if you look closely. It's hard for me to explain how his emotional spectrum works, but if he was a character in a D&D game, he'd definitely have the Unaligned characteristic.

As mentioned earlier, he may have a psychological attack causing dissociative identity disorder. But this only happens when Hollow is hungry, so he doesn't drive himself to such a state.

His abilities

Absorbing souls

Hollow's key ability. You can visually see it on his face: lines running down his cheeks from his mouth. It's the separation between his lower and upper jaw. In normal conversation, he keeps them connected. 

When Hollow eats another's soul, it begins to digest in him and turns into a liquid that is extremely blood-like. Over time, this fluid disappears from Hollow's body, so souls are his constant diet. 

This power also includes the ability to see directly the soul of every human and monster, as well as grabbing it and ripping it out of the body without too much difficulty. 

It's worth keeping in mind that each soul has a different fill percentage. Hollow has a limit of 1500%. If he goes over it, Hollow, like Ink, will vomit. The fill percentage also affects the eyes and appearance of Hollow's soul. 

Blood portals

From his liquid, if Hollow spills it and thinks about where he wants to go, a portal to the desired place will open in front of him for a while. 

Copying

Naturally, if Hollow eats some soul, he can temporarily copy all of its abilities. However, the longer he uses magic, the faster Hollow gets hungry again, so he tries to conserve his powers. 

Multiverses dreams

Hollow's unique power. Allows him to find himself inside the body of another version of himself while sleeping. He will not control it, only watch it, which is comparable to a first-person dream. But this is not a dream, but an opportunity to behold another's Multiverse and its events. In each dream, he sees a random multiverse. 

Rarely does he get to see dreams where he sees snippets of the soul owners' memories.

Additional information

Hollow has a personal list of multiverses that he keeps in his head that other versions of him know about;

It follows that Hollow's memory is incredibly phenomenal and is photographic;

Of his belongings, he carries a dark brown side bag in which he keeps: a clerical knife, bandages, a marker, and soul vials that he stole from the Science!Sans universe;

Hollow's blood portals can't lead to someone. Only to somewhere.

Instead of teleportation, Hollow more often uses Undyne's spears as a means of transportation, standing on them as if on a surfboard or skateboard;

Keeps a tally of the universes it has devastated under the Papyrus glove;

Hollow is the most unusable vessel for the Fresh Parasite;

Hollow's birthday coincides with World Food Day (16 October);

Under no circumstances will Hollow eat the souls of Dream, Nightmare and Error. For that reason, he tries to stay away from all of them;

His offical tags: #HollowSans, #Hollow_Sans, #Hollow!Sans;

You can read all the information about him in this Russian article.

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Sleepover gone wrong on noesss

Writing underneath

It had all started so well. Simple plan. Simple. Plan.

Step one: become unpossesed

Step two: sleepover

Step three: pie

Step four: wait for mom to go to sleep then get out the ouja board and play fun sleepover games!!!!! Thats how it works!!!! Kris would know!! They've had plenty of sleepovers with Azzy, Noelle and

Step five: have fun and go sleep. (Kris would NOT be sharing everyone else has to sleep somewhere else)

That was the plan!!

It had started of so well. Kris had entered the room and Susie and Berdly, well did what They always did. Argue. It was friendly though!! They always do that it was normal. Noelle suggested truth or dare (a classic) and it was going well!! Bonding!! With friends!!! Kris had missed this. They had missed having so many people in their life, shouting amd screaming, having fun until they were too loud and Toriel had come into their room and remind them to be a little quieter. They had missed laughing and being "sneaky", talking about the most random things and playing little games. They had missed the noise and the warmth of the ones close to you just simply being there. Kris had finally resolved everything with Noelle Berdly and Susie. Until they just made that shit go crashing down.

One thing had led to another. Berdly truthed susie to tell something. Susie got defensive. Things got heated. They both lashed out. Noelle tried to diffuse the situation. Berdly said something. Noelle got pissed. Berdly said something. It struck a nerve. Kris saw red.

The whole room had stared at Kris in shock. Kris's eyes widened. No. No. They didn't mean that they didn't mean tha- Berdly rushed out. Eyes suspiciously shiny. There were only three of them left. Kris, Noelle and Susie. All of them could only stare dumbly at eachother. Shit SHIT. Kris CAN'T go back to before they CAN'T they CAN'T. Panic rose. Kris had just made up with Berdly and they immediately ruined it. Kris went after Berdly, determined to make things right again.

Except ...

Kris stood at the doorway, frozen. How do they do this? Their breathing got funny. WWAD What would Asriel do? He was good at this sort of thing wasn't he? But.. Asriel wasn't there. Only an idiot human and a crying bird on the footsteps. Kris thought about what to say. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it .you're my friend. I love you. Kris flushed no they could NOT say that don't be an idiot. No they had to say what they were sorry about right? Like uh: Im sorry i-

"are you just gonna stand there"

Kris flinched. Berdly sighed and continued looking away form Kris.

"I'm sorry" Kris could only say.

Berdly ignored them. Kris sat down on the steps next to Berdly.

"I didn't mean it" Kris looked down, avoiding eye contact.

"It's not true"

There was a silence.

"But what if it is" Berdly's voice cracked. Kris looked up in shock.

"What if I am" Berdly burried his face in his wings

" I AM a forgettable little bluebird and when I die no one will care because I have done nothing in life and I'm not exceptional at all and I was so mean and I -"

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"Berdly I was being a dumb shit who got mad and took things too far you ARE NOT foegettable you ARE exceptional and if you died I would be really sad and track down your murderer and kill them and you're my friend and i love yo-" shit shit shit shit.

Berdly faced Kris.

"What"

"What"

"What did you just say"

"If you died I would be sad and kill your murderer"

"No after that"

"You're my friend??"

"No the one after that"

"That was it"

"KRIS STOP GASLIGHTING ME"

"I'm not??"

Berdly laughed. Kris could not help but grin a little at the sight. Suddenly they stiffened the birb hugged them tightly.

"I love you too kris"

Suddenly there were two idiots crying that night.

[pinkcottoncandyss]

After Yellow

What's it's story anyway?

After Yellow will not have a comic for some reasons;

I'm too lazy to do this

I have trouble thinking that nothing is good enough

To be quite honest, the comic is bad and poorly written.

There's no point in having a story made without knowing how put it into practice

But I don't want to leave my au without having it's story shared! I have a lot of affection for this, it took me a long time to write anyway.

Anyway, let's get started

What is the story of the AU?

Chara and Asriel's plan went very wrong, and while the prince returned underground, an adult with the soul of justice followed him wanting to "avenge the child" that Asriel carried in his arms.

The monsters were devastated, they lost both heirs to the throne on the same day! So his protections were down when the human attacked. Half of the population was killed, Asgore and Undyne were two of the thousands of victims. Toriel, seeing everything around her, laid down a new law; The next human to fall would be killed and their soul would be used to break the barrier. She no longer had compassion for humanity, her entire family was killed by a human! Anyway, when Frisk fell underground, he was the third human to get there.

Looking around, they had no idea where they was.

Frisk was playing in the forest when this happened and they didn't even see what they had done.

Anyway, on their way underground, they found Flowey. The flower desperately tried to feel something, but nothing worked. When he saw the human, he was initially with one foot behind, but realized it was just a... child.

Flowey decided to follow Frisk on their journey and help them get out of here. Heading to Snowding, the human met MK, also a child whose parents were victims of the massacre. They didn't remember what a human looked like, when it all happened, MK was just a baby, so they didn't realize that Frisk was one of them.

All the monsters would hide wherever the trio passed, all afraid of what the human was capable of. That's why Frisk at no point had the obligation to defend themselves against anyone. Anyway, MK guided Frisk to snowding, where Sans was. Sans was the first guinea pig with the determination experiments, and also the only one so far. He thought that what was the point of living in this place when some human could fall and kill his brother? But unfortunately, his body couldn't handle the determination within him. His bones are slowly melting and rotting from the inside out. Sans at this point can no longer walk without crutches. That's why, when he saw Frisk together with MK, he couldn't stop their journey.

The children continued walking until Watterfall, where Mad mew mew showed up! the leader of the royal guard and the second scariest woman in the entire underground (second only to the queen). She wasted no time and tried to kill the human, hunting the child with anger in her eyes. When MK tried to stop her, she told him that Frisk was a human and why she wanted to kill them. Even knowing this, MK didn't let her do anything to Frisk and helped them escape to Hotland. Unfortunately, having to stay behind.

Frisk continued their journey with only Flowey hidden in their backpack, their only company. They continued until they found a restaurant, where they met Muffet and Grillbys. Both best friends.

Grillbys helped Muffet get the spiders out of the ruins, their fire keeping them all warm until they reached Hotland, their home. They both started a restaurant together! It was a success! The food there was genuinely delicious.

Anyway, Frisk stopped for lunch there (they hadn't eaten anything since they fell underground, they was hungry). However, they was unable to eat their meal in peace, as the chief cook, Papyrus, attacked. She took that job because Mad Mew mew "didn't want weaklings in the royal guard" (her words) and kicked him out. Not letting him even want to be trained. Seeing Frisk there, a flame of hope lit up inside him! He could finally follow his dream! But of course, he couldn't kill Frisk and they both ended up becoming friends.

They both talked about various things. Papyrus mentioned a friend of his who hadn't left the house in months and even showed a photo of her to Frisk. He also gave the idea for the human to convince Toriel to repeal the law of kill humans. After a long conversation, Papyrus gave Frisk his number (even though they said that they didn't have a phone) and went to work.

Frisk and Flowey even tried to continue their journey, but some lasers blocked the way. The talking flower said there was a control panel in the lab that could make them deactivate, so they went there.

Frisk tried to open the door, but it was locked, they also tried to ring the doorbell, but no one answered. Flowey, already bored, picked up a rock and threw it at the window. The human reprimanded him, but still entered the laboratory.

when the lights came on, GOD WHAT A MESS! The laboratory stank worse than a dump, everything was overturned and spread across the floor.

Looking around, Frisk noticed that a woman was lying on the floor, it was the same woman that Papyrus had shown her. She was sleeping amidst stacks of paper and packets of snacks, her white coat was dirty yellow.

The human couldn't see everything so, against Flowey's pleas, they approached the woman and woke her up. Standing up startled, Alphys stared at Frisk for a moment before realizing what they were. The child assured her that everything was fine and that they would not hurt her. Frisk asked if she was friends with Papyrus, to which Alphys nodded and buried her face in her hands. After Undyne's death, she had entered a phase of mourning and depression. Even though Frisk was a child, they could see what was happening.

They both ended up talking, Alphys couldn't hold back her tears and even though that human didn't even know her, they helped her. At the end of the conversation, Alphys gave Frisk a cell phone and let them continue their journey.

A lot of things happened in the meantime, puzzles were solved, soldiers tried to kill Frisk, but managed to reach the palace. The queen was waiting in the garden, irritated by the human's insolence in appearing like this.

Frisk tried to talk to Toriel, but was almost hit by her scythe. The queen seemed in no mood to talk. The fight began, Frisk tried to act, talk and convince Toriel in every way, but she just ignored it. Eventually, she hit Frisk squarely, leaving them with just 1 HP. Flowey was about to intervene, but Frisk decided to just spare Toriel. And when she tried to make the last blow, she couldn't. She couldn't hurt a poor child, even a human one, they was still a child.

She fell to her knees, dropping the scythe. Toriel couldn't do that.

At the end of it all

I would like to say that I had the courage to make a sad ending, but I really couldn't

In the end, Frisk was adopted by Toriel. They and MK were officially siblings!

The law was changed, every human who fell would be a friend, not an enemy.

Mad mew mew was obviously angry with all of this, she didn't like the new terms, but she had to accept it

Alphys finally sought professional help and talked to Papyrus and MTT again

MTT got a robotic body too :D

Papyrus continues to work at the restaurant

Unfortunately, the barrier will never be broken. It takes 7 human souls to do this, something that will never happen.

Bonus; Sans and Toriel are a Canon couple here

My notes

It's really not the best thing in the world and it could be much better, but I'm satisfied and that's what matters!

If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask me.

[yoursinisforgiven]

TO THE BONE ──

pairing: asirel x reader (pet) 

cw: major character death, mentions of blood, themes of obsession(?), cannibalism(but not really?) 

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Vampires didn't eat humans.

It wasn’t necessary. They only needed the blood—the lifeblood that pulsed through the veins of their prey. The rest—flesh, organs, bones—was discarded, inconsequential. The blood was what sustained them, kept them alive, like a fragile tether between the undead and the living world. Everything else was little more than waste, nothing more than a physical shell.

It was rare that a human ever died during feeding. When it did happen, it was always a death of vanity, of ego—an act born of carelessness or hubris, a final refusal to acknowledge the fragility of life.

Vampires, for all their immortality, knew better than to squander the precious gift of life coursing through a human’s veins. Each drop of blood was an exchange, a delicate balance, a tether to something fleeting, something irretrievable. To kill a human unnecessarily was to insult the very essence of what they represented: mortality, impermanence.

But you hadn’t been a vampire your whole life. You hadn’t always known the rules, the boundaries, the limits of this new existence. And now, with Asriel, it was different.

When you first came into his life, it was transactional—an arrangement, a deal brokered in shadows, nothing more. You had been bought, bound by the chains of necessity, an unnatural creature cast in the role of a servant, a companion. He had taken you in, offered you sanctuary from the world, but always with that same unspoken distance. He was your owner, and you were his pet. There was nothing more to it.

Except now... now, there were thoughts—unbidden, raw, dangerous thoughts that gnawed at the edges of your mind, threatening to overtake you.

You wondered if Asriel had ever understood this. When he bought you from the trader, had he known the temptation he was inviting into his life? You were a vampire, yes, but you were also something else. You were... alive in ways he would never fully understand. You hungered in ways that went beyond blood. You hungered for him.

Could you eat him? Would it be wrong to want to?

You had fed on humans before. You had taken the life of others, but it was always just that—life. A fleeting moment, a mere transaction. Blood in, blood out. Nothing more, nothing less.

But Asriel was different. The thought of consuming him—of devouring him, not just for blood, but for everything he was—was something more than a craving. It felt like an ache, a longing that gnawed at your insides. What would it be like? To taste his skin, to swallow him whole and feel his essence merge with your own?

How would he taste, you wondered? Would his blood be sweeter, richer than any human’s? What would it be like to hold him in your grasp and feel him give himself up to you—not as a meal, not as a sacrifice, but as something offered freely? Something bound in love.

The thought, though unbidden, was growing stronger, more insistent.

You turned your gaze toward him.

Asriel was sitting at the desk, his back to you, hunched over some papers or letters, but there was a tightness in his posture, something you hadn’t seen before. His shoulders were drawn, his breath quickening ever so slightly. He was upset—no, hurt. You could feel the pulse of his emotions, the fragility of his heart, like a delicate thread weaving through his chest.

"Pet."

The sound of his voice tore you from your thoughts, sharp, but not unkind. The way he said it now, though, was different. There was a tremor to it. A softness that wasn’t there before.

You shifted in the window seat, pushing yourself upright, and turned your full attention toward him. Your eyes, dark with hunger, tracked his every movement.

“A—friend of mine has passed.”

"Vic."

"Correct."

A pity, you thought, though you hadn’t cared for the man much. Vic had been a fleeting presence in your shared world, just another human who had come and gone. But the sadness in Asriel’s eyes, the way his lips trembled as he spoke—that was different. You had never seen him like this before. He was usually so composed, so in control, like a marble statue that only cracked beneath the harshest of pressures.

But now, in the wake of his loss, there was vulnerability. There was a softness, a human fragility you hadn’t noticed in him before. You could hear the quickened beat of his heart, could sense the tension in his breath. He was grieving.

You let out a simple hum of acknowledgement, turning back to the window—It had begun to rain.

 ──

Vic’s death hadn’t affected you. You were certain of it.

A fleeting presence in your life—nothing more than another transient human whose absence wouldn’t be felt for long. You had seen it before, countless times. One life extinguished, only for another to take its place. In a world where your existence stretched on forever, the death of a human was like the fading of a candle’s flame, a momentary flicker before being snuffed out. It was inevitable.

But still, as you sat in the quiet room, the pulse of Asriel’s grief brushed against you. It wasn’t the kind of grief you were familiar with—no, this was human grief, raw and sharp, something that made Asriel tremble like a leaf in the wind. His emotions were spilling over in a way you hadn’t seen before, and it was like the walls between you and him were starting to erode.

Vic’s death, in its simplicity, made you think of Asriel differently.

Not about his grief—that was merely a ripple in the larger current—but about his mortality, his fragility. Vic had been here, in this very house, speaking with Asriel not too long ago, and now he was gone. Erased. A blink in the eternal expanse of time. The speed of it, the ease of it, unsettled you. Asriel had witnessed it, and perhaps that was why he was so different now, trembling in the wake of his own vulnerability.

You couldn’t help but wonder—if Vic could be gone so easily, then what about Asriel? Could he, too, vanish in a moment’s breath? Could his life, just as fragile, slip through your fingers the way all humans did, without warning?

That thought stung.

You were no stranger to death, not by any means. You had lived through decades of it. And yet, in the quiet ache of your bones, in the stillness of your immortal life, Asriel’s mortality became something more than a distant fact. It was close, too close. A silent echo of something you couldn’t hold onto.

Asriel was the last human tether in your world, the only one you still saw. And yet, you were forced to witness the truth you had so carefully kept at bay: He was dying, even now. Time marched on relentlessly for him, just as it had for Vic, just as it would for all humans. The clock was ticking.

This wasn’t about Vic. Not really. His passing was just a whisper in the wind.

But with Asriel, it was different.

He was here—alive, present, tangible. His heartbeat, fragile and fleeting, pulsed against the silence. Every breath he took felt like a prayer, and yet it was one that would eventually end.

The weight of that truth pressed down on you.

You turned from the window, the rain now heavier, drumming against the glass like the beating of a heart. Asriel sat at the desk, his hand still trembling slightly as he smoothed out a piece of paper. His gaze remained focused on the task before him, but his mind was elsewhere. He didn’t speak, but you could feel the tremor in the air—the unease, the weight of loss.

You stepped closer, silent as a shadow, your presence an almost imperceptible shift in the room. The tension was thick between you.

It was strange, how you had once been so content with the arrangement—the understanding between you. You were a vampire, bound to Asriel in a way that kept you anchored to this world, and yet you had always held the distance between you. He was the master, you the pet. It had been clear from the start, and it had made sense. You were a creature of shadows, of hunger, and he was human—he lived and died in ways you could never understand, perhaps once before you did but not anymore. 

And yet, here you were, standing so close, unable to ignore the gnawing ache that seemed to come from within you now.

You had fed on humans—thousands of them, in your long and endless life. Blood was life, and you had taken it, knowing its value. But this... this wasn’t about blood. This was different. This was about him. About Asriel.

 ──

Vampires didn't need to eat humans.

It was something you had to constantly remind yourself. It had been exactly one week since the announcement of Vic’s passing, and in that entire week, you had refused to feed from Asriel. He was catching on, ever so observant, even in his state of grief. His usual sharp eyes missed nothing, and though he didn't confront you about it, the subtle shifts in his behavior told you everything. His gaze lingered a little longer when you crossed his path. His voice, though soft, carried an edge that wasn’t there before. He had begun to notice the distance. The avoidance.

You couldn’t possibly drink from him. Not now. Not when you feared that you might lose control.

The hunger was different this time. The pull toward his blood, toward him, was no longer a mere craving for sustenance. It was deeper, darker. You could already feel it: the temptation to sink your teeth not just into his flesh, but into something more—something much more dangerous. To devour not just his blood, but his very essence. You couldn’t allow yourself that. Not again. Not with him. Not when you feared your instincts would overpower everything else, shattering what little you had left of your restraint.

You rolled to your side, the plush of the bed shifting beneath you, the familiar sensation of the sheets cradling your form doing little to ease the restless tension coiling in your chest.

You hadn’t been sleeping with Asriel as you usually did. The bed, once a shared space of silent comfort, had become too much of a reminder of your fragile boundaries. Instead, you had withdrawn to your own room. It had once been a punishment—a place where you were kept when you failed to obey, when you overstepped. But now, the cold emptiness of that room offered something else: protection. Protection for him, not just for you.

 ──

One week and four days since you last fed.

You were starving yourself. And part of you wondered if it would be the death of you.

Lying in your bed, you could feel the hunger clawing at your insides like a ravenous beast. You hadn’t left the room in days, the weight of the hunger pressing down on you. You longed to step outside again, to feel the air on your skin, but you couldn’t. Not yet. Not until you had starved this hunger into submission.

But it wasn’t just blood you craved. You craved him.

You lay on your back on your bed—you hadn't left this room in days, you longed to go outside again. 

But you couldn't. Not until this hunger starved itself out.

 ──

Two weeks had passed.

Two weeks of hunger.

The kind that gnawed at you from the inside, a relentless, insidious ache that swallowed reason and clarity whole. Your mind had grown foggy, disjointed from the constant need—no, the desperation—that pulsed through your every fiber. You hadn't left your room. You hadn’t dared.

You couldn't. Not until the hunger had been pushed, fought down into the depths of yourself where it could be ignored, buried under layers of restraint. Restraint. It was all that kept you tethered to your humanity—what little remained.

And yet, the thought of him lingered. Of Asriel.

The thought of him had become a dark obsession, an aching desire that filled the cracks where your restraint once lived. You could feel his presence all around you even now, even in the silence of your room. His heartbeat, the sound of his breath, the pull of his emotions—they were as much a part of you as the blood that ran through his veins.

But you couldn’t feed from him. Not yet.

There was still a part of you that clung to the rules, to the old teachings that kept you from crossing lines you knew, deep down, would destroy you both. You had lived through centuries of hunger, of temptation, but this—this was different. The hunger, now, was not just about survival. It was about possession. It was about him.

You wanted him in a way you had never wanted another human before. You wanted him to be yours in the most intimate, invasive way possible. To feel him inside you—not as a fleeting taste, but as a part of you forever. His blood, his life, everything about him, tethered to you in the dark expanse of eternity.

The thought made your skin burn.

You shuddered, pulling your knees closer to your chest, burying your face in the crook of your arm. You hadn’t slept. You hadn’t eaten. Not properly.

The hunger clawed at you in waves, now, suffocating you.

But then, a door creaked open.

The faintest shuffle of footsteps, and the air shifted, heavy with the weight of his presence.

"Asriel," you breathed.

It wasn’t a question, more a recognition. A statement of fact. He was here.

You didn't raise your head. You couldn't bear to face him. Not when the hunger threatened to consume you completely. He had been the cause of it—his presence, his blood, his life... and yet, he stood there, unwavering, as if he knew what you were, and perhaps even what you wanted.

His shadow stretched across the floor, and then, with a softness that made your chest tighten, he sat beside you.

"Pet," his voice, gentle but firm, brushed against your ear. “You need to feed.”

You closed your eyes, turning your face away, the sweet torment of his proximity pulling at the very core of your being. You could smell him—the warmth of his skin, the scent of the blood running beneath it, the subtle perfume of his body. It made your throat burn, a fire that you couldn’t quench.

“I don’t want to,” you said, your voice weak, barely a whisper. It was a lie. You wanted to, more than anything. But not like this.

You felt the weight of his gaze on you, the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment. He didn’t push you. He never did. Asriel had always been the one in control, even in his grief, even now. But now, there was something else behind his eyes—a sharpness, an urgency you hadn’t seen before.

“You’re starving, and you know it,” he said. “I’ve been patient. But this… this can’t go on.”

You wanted to tell him that you were fine. That you could control it. But your body betrayed you. The hunger twisted violently inside you, and you gasped, a soft, desperate sound.

His hand found yours, warm, strong. The touch made you flinch, but it didn’t let go. His voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m here. I want to help.”

Help.

It was the softest thing he’d ever said to you, and it cracked something deep inside of you. The ache deepened.

"I can’t..." you whispered again, even though it was a lie. Your mind screamed at you, but the hunger was louder.

Asriel sat beside you, the warmth of his body radiating against the cold, stifling air of the room. He didn’t speak at first, just remained there, the silence thick with unspoken words and the heavy, almost suffocating tension that hung between you.

His presence seemed to draw out every emotion, every need, every hunger you had pushed down for so long. You could feel him now, so close, his heartbeat like a steady drum in your ears, the pulse of his blood something you could almost taste on the air. The warmth of his skin, the scent of his flesh—it all combined into a heady perfume that dragged you to the edge of reason.

He knew what this was doing to you. He had to. He could feel the tremors in your body as you fought to keep your composure, to hold yourself back. You closed your eyes, fists clenched in the sheets, desperate to block out the overwhelming hunger that clawed at you from within. But it was impossible.

You couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You turned your face slightly to the side, trying to hide the desperation that leaked through, the way your breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. “I can’t…” you whispered again, barely able to make the words come out, the knot in your throat so tight it hurt. It was a lie. It had always been a lie. But you couldn’t bring yourself to face him, to let him see how far you had fallen.

But Asriel, in all his quiet intensity, didn’t let you pull away. His hand found yours, warm and firm, his touch a tether to reality that only seemed to pull you deeper into the storm of what you were becoming. He didn’t say a word, but you could feel his emotions swirling around you, a quiet storm of understanding, of patience, of something darker you hadn’t expected.

And that was the breaking point.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. The hunger—no, it was more than hunger now—had become a need. A desperate, ravenous ache that was no longer just about blood. You needed him. Needed to consume him. To possess him in a way you could never let go.

The tears, unbidden, welled in your eyes, not out of sorrow, but out of the pure, unrelenting longing for him.

And as if the darkness in your heart had finally taken hold, you turned to him. His hand was still in yours, gentle and warm, but the need that twisted inside you surged like a tidal wave.

You lifted your gaze, and for the first time, Asriel’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. He saw you now. Truly saw you. The hunger, the wildness that had taken over your expression. He knew what you wanted.

Before you even fully realized it, your body moved without your command, your teeth instinctively elongating, the tips like sharp knives that could cut through flesh and bone with ease.

"Asriel..." you breathed, his name a prayer, a promise.

His breath caught in his throat, and he flinched slightly as you leaned closer, but he didn’t pull away. The distance between you vanished in an instant, and his pulse—steady and slow—became all you could hear, all you could feel. You could almost taste it on the air.

And then, with a sharp, desperate movement, you sank your teeth into the soft, vulnerable curve of his neck.

The taste was everything.

His blood rushed to meet you—hot, intoxicating, and thick with life. It poured into you like fire, flooding your senses, pushing out all thought, all restraint. His flesh beneath your lips, warm and soft, yielded to you without resistance. And as you drank, you felt the sensation of his life slipping away, merging with yours, binding you to him in a way you hadn’t understood until now.

You could feel his heart stutter in his chest, could feel the beat of his blood slow, and your hands clutched his skin tighter, pulling him closer, wanting more, needing more.

As you drank, the hunger—no, the need—grew inside you, more insistent, more desperate. The world narrowed to just him. To his blood, his life, the pulse of his soul. His blood was sweeter, richer than any human you'd ever tasted. It was more than sustenance. It was everything.

You wanted him to stay with you, wanted him to be part of you forever. The thought of him gone, of him fading like so many before him, was unbearable.

And then, just as quickly as the hunger had seized you, the reality of what you were doing hit. The way his blood filled you, almost like it was meant to, a union you never asked for, never wanted, but craved more than anything.

Your teeth sank deeper, the urge to consume, to keep him with you forever overwhelming you.

But then—then—he gasped. His body went rigid beneath you, a shudder running through him. His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, and his pulse weakened, a soft, fragile flutter against your lips.

His hand gripped your wrist, weakly, his voice a rasping whisper against your ear, "Please…"

But it was too late.

You couldn’t stop.

And then he went still.

The warmth left his body in a rush. His heartbeat—the thing that had once thudded like the pulse of a drum—was silent. The warmth that had filled you was gone, replaced by a hollow coldness that spread through your chest.

You pulled back, the blood dripping down your chin, his limp body cradled in your arms. Your breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, but there was no more to take. He was gone.

A sharp, bitter grief sliced through you—harder than anything you’d ever felt in your immortal existence.

You had killed him. You had taken his life.

He had been there, right beside you, a person, a warmth, a tether to something real, and now… now he was gone. Gone forever.

You held him, cradled him in your arms as if he could be restored, as if there was some way you could undo what you’d just done. But there was no undoing it.

The tears finally broke free, slipping down your face, mixing with the blood on your skin. You had killed him.

A wave of guilt, hot and suffocating, crushed you. Your heart—if you could even still call it that—broke, and the ache was unbearable.

You had wanted him. You still wanted him. But not like this.

Not this.

And now, as you held his lifeless body in your arms, you realized the truth. You had consumed him, yes. But it had never been about feeding.

It had been about keeping him with you. Keeping him close, even after death. And now, in the emptiness that followed, you realized you had lost him. Not just the man, but everything he had been—the warmth, the gentleness, the connection.

He was gone.

And you were alone again.

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author's note: i just finished bones and all and couldn't help myself. my letterbox in case any of you are interested.

and no, i don't proofread my work. (i should start though)

[wickjump]

HELLO INTERNET AND WELCOME TO [wickjump]: REDUX ...again

My name is Wick (she/they/star/it), also known as Wickskip (TikTok), Wickjump (Tumblr), or Hopwick (AO3*).

On all platforms my content centers around Undertale and the Undertale Multiverse, however I’ll also sometimes reblog/post about a few other fandoms.

PROSHIP DNI.

What I post and reblog can contain themes of violence/abuse, mental illness, whump/grimdark/dead dove/fictional gore, suicide/self harm, suggestive themes, and more. For those reasons, this blog is intended for audiences 16+ in age. I write and enjoy grimdark content, keep that in mind.

Reblogs that may contain these themes often go untagged!

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[⁉️] byf/dni:

dni: pro/com/dark (i do not support harassment or doxxing), xvials, TERFs, zionists/pro-isreal, anti-semitics, bigots. aka obvious assholes

byf: i will sometimes post/reblog things of a suggestive nature, but none of said posts will be graphic nudity. nsfw content may be discussed, but not in detail. i will also post whump content which can include gore, torture, conditioning, dehumanization, etc.

i will occasionally talk about or reference my experience in being groomed, abused, formerly proship (and now against it), a victim of csa, or other traumas of mine, but posts containing those themes will always be tagged appropriately. i use 'cw' instead of 'tw' when tagging warnings!

to not see my whump posts, filter out the tags #evil wick hours (for general whump posts/reblogs) and #evil wick writes (for more graphic/explicit whump or writing snippets)

*my ao3 account is not intended for those under 18.

yes nsfw/18+ blogs can follow me i really dont care given i have one of my own

[⚠️] boundaries:

do not tag me in posts containing themes that apply to my dnis or general discomforts. that includes grooming, pedophilia, incest, proship content, bigotry, etc.

do not tag me in posts that are centered around the harassment of another individual or group of individuals.

don’t flirt with me or make sexual/romantic comments towards me, regardless of age or relationship status, including jokes!!!! conversations with graphic sexual themes are generally uncomfortable for me and i’d prefer not to have them. conversations about sex or sexual themes is fine as long as you’re 18+ and not being weird towards me (or in general) about it.

don’t drag me into fights/start them under my posts!!!!!!! id like to be informed of the base of what’s going on, but not included.

sometimes i can be wrong about things. if i am wrong about things, tell me so i can improve!! i never mean to make anyone upset because of something i said. on this note, also send an ask or dm if i reblog or mistakenly support a not-good person, it would be much appreciated!

aint a boundary but itd be appreciated if you didn’t use starself, only star/star's. not for any important reason it’s just a grammar pet peeve of mine

i am in a relationship :)

[⭐️] faves:

things that are bolded are my current hyperfocus

aus: xtale, handplates, dusttale, reapertale, aftertale

au sanses: cross, epic, reaper, lust, dream, passive!nightmare, dust, error, sci and fresh

canon ut characters: chara, frisk, asriel/flowey, toriel, alphys

other au characters: xtale alphys, xchara, xfrisk, xtale toriel, uf!toriel, uf!flowey, reapertale chara, handplates gaster, starlo (ut:y), clover (ut:y), outertale grillby, core frisk, storyshift chara, storyshift asriel

ships: crepic, kross, lustblue, hypersomnia, mtt + crepic poly, epickross/krepic, epiciller, mtt + cross poly, mtt poly, drinkberry, errorink, afterdeath, classicsci, kustard, dustard, etc. but im not a picky shipper :3

tropes: devotion, friends -> lovers, hurt/comfort, opposites attract, soulmates, whump

color, animal, movie, book: pink/red, cats/wolves/foxes, the little prince (1974)/the lion king, the forgotten warrior (wc)

coffee order: >60k word slow burn friends to lovers whump recovery fic rated M PLEASE

[🕯] other assorted info:

still no twitter, discord, or insta :(

cross is my liege and he is the focus of 90% of my posts. i also gore/whump him the most

i don’t have kids, but i have cats. two of them. but they might as well be my biological kids with how they act. i post about them like theyre human biological children and often dont clarify it's a joke in the tags. please get used to this

every time i talk about ink in a relationship it is always queerplatonic on their part, even if i don’t clarify!! i personally don’t ship them romantically.

i have diagnosed autism, adhd, anxiety, ptsd, and some others but that’s my personal biz. if i come off as awkward, ‘trying too hard’, unable to realize when a joke’s ended, or just weird/unlikable, that’s why. i’m seriously bad with that stuff but i’m trying my best!! don't be mean to me i'll cry

i’m a cupioromantic acespec lesbian (i love women) and non-binary :3

mapleshade chara and toriel #1 defender

[🐇] links to thingz:

Undertrap Sans/Milkbone Sans <- my son

Sona Reference Sheet <- me

Strawpage (carrd but cooler + u can submit drawings?!??!?!?!)

Ao3 / TikTok

18+ Sideblog <- pretty inactive mb

(pride divider by aquazero, cross stamps by lazyartost, error/dream/cross & warrior cats dividers by sister-lucifer, undertale graphics by e-resources, no clue who made the eeveelutions one lol)

[utdrmv-confession-box]

Transcript: I wish more people acknowledged that Flowey isn't a monster (and he obviously isn't a human) which makes him so unique he's just a flower from Asgore's garden that had Asriel's dust on it when Alphys injected the flower with DETERMINATION. The whole reason Flowey doesn't have a SOUL is because he's an anomaly, he's something that should not exist at all and that's why he is how he is because he cannot feel and he can (before Frisk fell) come back from death/revert time and after awhile being "nice" won't be fun because it's predictable and so what's wrong with hurting others if you can just go back to before you did that? To him nothing because he just has to see what would happen ("I don't like this I told myself. I'm just doing this because I HAVE to know what happens" - Flowey, Murder/Genocide Route before we enter the last corridor) but in the end he didn't mind it, hell it was liberating to him ("ha ha ha... What an excuse! You of all people must know how liberating it is to act this way." - Flowey, Murder/Genocide Route before we enter the last corridor) of course that doesn't mean that even that didn't get repetitive of course it did ("Nowadays, even that's grown tiring." same source as previous quotes) everything is boring for him except for this new character added into the game; us ("I've done everything this world has to offer. I've read every book. I've burned every book. I've won every game. I've lost every game. I've appeased everyone. I've killed everyone. Sets of numbers... Lines of dialogue... I've seen them all. But you... YOU'RE different. I could never predict you, (Name)." same source you know the deal) His main motivation isn't because he's soulless it's that he's bored ("I'm so tired of this, (Name). I'm so tired of all these people. I'm so tired of all these places. I'm tired of being a flower." It's what makes him so interesting to me and I wish the fanbase talked about it more.