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aauagahhhhhh mttpoly.....mttpoly..........auaaGRGRRRRRGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAA if i need to be the one to write the fic i want THEN SO BE IT

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Not part of the comic

But it won’t leave my mind

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Day 134 - i hate drawing legs please ignore the legs

Dusttale by Ask-Dusttale

Killer by rahafwabas

Horror by SourAppleStudios

wah. bitty mtt. I was going to explain some lore, but I spent too much time playing video games instead of drawing, and I’m too tired. But uh, the Dust is Bit, as some of y’all may know, and he used to be a regular Classic bitty, but then Things Happened and he got Dust Sansed. The Killer, Kit, was also a Classic, but got experimented on to change him into a Killer bitty. Idk about the Horror yet. He’s Pinkie, cause of his eye.

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Part 2 of Home is where your heart(soul) is

I don’t want ‘soul play’ to come out of any of y’all’s mouths😭😭💔💔

It’s ANGStT ahhh

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mtt week day 4: home is where the heart is

i don't have a fancy caption or dialogue for this one ok but its ok because these guys dont need to worry about their homes anymore when i give them their HAPPY ENDING 😈😈😈 heart is with them all trust

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mtt figures are FINISHED!!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHA LETS GOOOOOO now kiss

killee wouldn't lay flat on the 2nd photo XP does this make me #1 murder time trio fan yet

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i have 4 hours left of today ans i havent started my mtt week art for today its so over 😭😭

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Horror would be sitting quietly on a table with murder and killer, all of them doing nothing important.

Then he'll start complaining about how bored he is.

Then it'll escalate into shouting. He'll Slam the table multiple times while shouting how bored he is.

Gets up.

Trashes the place and breaks a few things.

Throws a tantrum.

Then goes back to his seat.

Slams his head on the table.

And falls asleep.

And throughout all of this, murder and killer Haven't moved an inch, still occupied with whatever the fuck they were doing and not paying any attention to what just happened.

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Part 1 of Home is where your heart(soul) is

Why doesn’t he want any help ? 💔

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mttweek day 1 - bloodstained

yeah this is 4 days late, this will be a trend for the rest of the prompts

alt versions and credits under the cut

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Dust belongs to askdusttale

Horror belongs to sour-apple-studios

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Mtt week day 4

My best friend @triglycercule wrote and just updated their really cool fic which the art below is based on (the designs are also made by them, check it out!) Click on text

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Do you also hate when this happens

Hey do you also like dust sans horror sans and want to read about them going through crazy adventures? Click here to read a cool fic that my friend made that just got updated

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horror (canonically) does not know farm actually he hasnt even interacted with anybody outside of his multiverse,,,,, perhaps being sans he has some knowledge of timelines or maybe theories about the multiverse but he isnt a part of it nor has he interacted with anybody in it :3

Speaking of the people murder time trio have over each other: Killer has Color (canonically, as both of them are friends), Horror has Farm (not sure if canonically... but you can find few cute arts between them), and Dust has.... no one. No one was assigned as his therapist in this fandom. I like to imagine him with Lust, but I actually wonder who the fandom would pair him up with if, hypothetically at this point, we would give him a solid therapist. Who would that therapist be.

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Wow guys killer looks suspicously similiar to another popular 2016 sans i wonder who it is hey its horrors birthday today

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MTT Week Day 3-LOVE

Horror was nearing the evacuation point for the battle when he realized something was wrong. He was holding off Swap while Killer and Dust were tag-teaming Ink. Or at least, they were supposed to be. Up until Horror saw Dust go flying past him and tumble across the ground. He blocked a hit from Swap, knocked him back with a strong swing of his axe, and rushed toward where Dust had landed. He was laying on his back, but had already started to sit up by the time Horror made it to him.

“You alright?” Horror asked as he turned to face the battlefield, blocking Dust from view.

“I’m fine, but Killer’s not going to be when I get my hands on him! He’s all about ‘team bonding’ and ‘training exercises’, then he just disappears on me in the middle of a fight, leaving me alone with Ink!” Dust spat.

“Yer leg looks pretty rough. I’m tapping you out. Go, I’ll cover ya.” Dust gave him a disgruntled look, but obeyed. He struggled onto his feet and began limping closer to the extraction point under Horror’s protection. His leg was pretty banged up from his crash landing, not to mention the cracks on his ribs from the hit that sent him flying in the first place.

Horror continued to block Swap while also trying to figure out the Killer mystery. While he is prone to being all over the place in battle, he never leaves his assigned partner on their own, let alone the whole battle entirely. Horror landed a particularly strong blow that sent Swap flying into a tree, knocking him out cold. Horror used this new time to scan the battlefield for any sign of their runaway member. He noticed that Nightmare and Dream were still battling, so he didn’t have to worry about them. What he didn’t see was any sign of Killer or Ink. He continued to look around for any clues of where he could have gone, when he noticed a weird sort of path through the snow, leading deeper into this world’s Snowdin Forest, which was where the battle had begun.

He began to trek around the still fighting twins to get to and follow the path. It was mostly straight, but it had a few strange jolting patterns along the way, looking sort of like whatever had made it had been zipping from place to place erratically. He also noticed that there was ink splattered along the trail, giving him his answer on where Ink had gone. Mixed in with the ink though, was the recognizable goop that usually leaked from Killer’s eyes. That meant that wherever they were, Killer was left to fight Ink alone, when he usually had Dust’s support. This thought gave Horror more of a boost in speed as he ran along the trail, following it until he found a small clearing, where he finally caught sight of the two missing fighters. Except, it was obvious something was very wrong. Instead of playing offense like Ink usually did, he was clearly trying very desperately to defend himself instead, with his eye lights reflecting fear instead of his usual cocky smugness. And Killer? He wasn’t taunting or messing around with neat knife tricks like he was at the beginning of the battle. He was zipping from place to place faster than Horror had ever seen him move with the Hate practically flowing from his sockets like some kind of messed up waterfall, swiping at Ink with a vicious ferocity with his knife. His expression was almost more worrisome though. It looked like the only thing Killer was thinking about was murder, and it was solely focused on Ink. Horror, seeing that Killer was the one instilling fear, kept to the edges of the clearing, trying to find a way to get Killer out of there. Ink made the choice for him by creating a puddle portal on the ground and diving through it with pure desperation. Killer tried to follow him through, only to slam into the hard ground as Ink slammed it shut behind him.

Killer was clawing at the ground where the portal used to be, the Hate from his eyes creating a black puddle beneath his knees. Horror, now having a clear visual on him without him flittering about, finally had his answer on what was wrong. Killer’s soul was rapidly shifting from a target to a normal soul shape, almost as fast as he’d been moving only moments before. Something must have triggered him into a sort of LOVE induced craze.

“Killer?” Horror called. Killer was immediately in front of him, freezing just inches from Horror with his knife pointed straight at the spot in his chest where his soul resides. Horror froze too, not wanting to startle Killer into stabbing him. Killer looked him up and down, before seeming to recognize who it was and stepping back. His soul finally snapped into a normal soul shape and began to stabilize. With this movement though, came the return of Killer’s feelings. He still seemed angry, but worry had taken root in his sockets. “You ok?” Horror asked as he relaxed, knowing that Killer would not attack him.

“Horror? Yeah I’m fine, but-” Killer snapped forward as he seemed to remember something. “Is Dust ok?! I-I got distracted by boss and Dream barreling right past me, and as I turned around to look for Ink, I saw him fling Dust across the battlefield, and I- I just- kinda lost it. I don’t really remember how I got here, only really remember when you called my name.” He began to shake a bit at the overwhelming feelings that were now coursing through his system. Horror gripped his arm to stabilize him some, frowning when it didn’t seem to help.

“He’s fine, a lil banged up, but nothin’ we’re not used to. C’mon, he was pretty mad atcha for ‘abandoning him’ mid fight.” Horror let go of Killer and began to lead the way back, keeping an eye out in case Ink decided to come back and finish what he started. Killer was slow at first, finding his balance after taxing himself in the fight, before he began to pick up speed and basically run back the way they’d come. Horror rushed after him, trying to catch up to him and regain the lead. Killer broke free from the trees first, and had to wait for Horror as he shambled to catch up. He looked around the field, searching for that familiar splash of blue and red against the snow, disappointed when he didn’t immediately spot Dust. He did, however, notice the obvious lack of Nightmare and Dream, meaning that the fight must be truly over. Horror finally caught up, and began leading them, at a walk this time, to the meet-up point where he’d last seen Dust. Killer reluctantly followed him at the slow pace, up until Dust came into view.

Killer went rushing over to Dust, who was slumped against a tree, scrambling to kneel beside him and check his condition. It seemed that the combined injuries and magic usage had knocked Dust out. Killer could also detect the residual feel of Nightmare’s portal magic in the air, meaning that he’d already left the AU and they were on their own. Horror reached Dust second, sitting down next to both of them and finally truly relaxing from the battle. He’s already come to the same conclusion that Killer had, and was settling in for the, rather long, wait. Killer, finally feeling the adrenaline crash, slumped down fully into a sitting position, and began to shake with full body tremors. He was overwhelmed beyond belief, both from his emotions and from the fight. He was worried about Dust, angry at Ink, and relieved the fight was over, among many other rallying emotions that he couldn’t pinpoint or name. He didn’t notice it at first, but a few tears began to roll down his face from his sockets, where very faint white eye lights began to softly glow.

“Killer? What’s wrong?” Horror was concerned when he hadn’t spoken in a while, and became even more so when Killer began crying and his eye lights lit up for the first time in a long time. Horror moved closer to him, hoping that his presence would help to comfort him.

“I-it’s nothing, don’t worry.” He spoke as he tried to stop the trembling in his bones. “I’m just tired from the fight. You know me, nothing can bring me down!” He tried for a smile, only for it to fall only moments later. Horror gave him an unimpressed look that was also filled with poorly concealed worry and understanding.

“I get it, ya know.” Horror spoke lowly. “I worry about cha both too sometimes. I know yer both capable of takin’ care of yourselves, but it don’t stop me from fearing for your safety. I care about you both.” Killer snapped his head up at that, searching Horror’s expression for any sort of deceit, but calmed at finding none. He looked back down at his hands as the trembling started to subside.

“I care too.” Killer mumbled. “It’s just hard to sometimes with my soul, but I still try. You both are good teammates, and friends I think? It’s been a while since I’ve had friends, but that’s what I think you are. The LOVE doesn’t make it much easier either, though I know Dust struggles with that too.” Killer looked up at Horror once more, letting a tentative smile cross his face, his eye lights growing a bit brighter. Horror smiled at him in return, hoping his calming demeanor will help Killed relax fully soon. “Say..” Killer’s eyes took on a glimmer of excitement and planning. “How about a movie night? We could all hole up in my room, with the cats of course, and eat some snacks while we make fun of some modern media! Whaddya say?” Horror adopted a thoughtful look, and pretended to contemplate the idea, making Killer tense from the wait.

“Sure.” Horror finally nodded, Killer celebrating silently to avoid disturbing Dust from his well-deserved nap. “You’ll have to ask Dust once we wakes up, but that sounds pretty good to me.” Killer frowned a little at this, but was clearly not deterred from his idea. They both moved to settle down on either side of Dust for the wait of the portal from Nightmare. As Killer finally relaxed, he thought that though his world was pretty bad and messed him up a bit, and the LOVE made it hard, he was glad that he’d had the chance to meet his teammates and have people he could truly call his friends.

Okay I definitely made them both a little ooc this time. I tried though! Day 3 down!

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Murder time trio week: day 3

"you know, killer? even in this short time we've known each other, you've taught me something."

Dust Spoke, diving to the side to avoid the blasts fired by his opponent. It was one of those "Star sanses", think his name was Blue? Not that he cared.

"Oh? Now what's that, Dust?"

"this can't go well..."

"you've taught me a lot about LOVE. thought i knew everything, really. How you gain it, what the maximum is, but..."

Dust sent a few bones to keep the opponent busy. He could hear Horror Groaning as he spoke again.

"...just look at yours. it's so far above what i thought the maximum was."

"I... don't think that's a good thing."

"didn't say it was. but it's interesting, isn't it?"

"I guess? Still, don't going trying to get up to my level, probably not a good idea."

He was about to throw some bones foward, but stopped when he saw Horror Charging foward, throwing a punch at Blue's armor, hard enough to crack. Dust could tell from the sound peices of it went inward and landed some cuts on him. Probably around the spine, if he had to guess. Horror might not have been all that strong in comparison, but he knew where to hit to cause the most damage, dust will give him that. And as if on sync with Horror doing that, Ink arrived. Was that his name? Not that it mattered anyways.

"i've got this guy for the moment, you two take the backup."

"Yeah, ok. Why not."

"…there's no way you started at the same stats as me. Not at that level."

Dust teleported Behind Ink, Killer appearing in front. Killer swung at Ink, Dust fired blasters to catch his Dodge. Simple. Always gets someone at least once, though there are ways around it, but hey, If it works it works, or… whatever.

"Excuse me? The hell's that supposed to mean?"

"what do you think? you have 10 ATK and DEF, there's no way you started at 1, look at my stats. either you just didn't gain stats for most of those, or maybe they got so high they overflowed? wonder how that would work."

Killer looked… pretty damn pissed.

"what's that look for? am i wrong?"

"…Just go focus on the mission, Dust. I got this guy. Need to take my anger out on something, after all. So stay out of my way."

Dust really didn't like the smile Killer just gave him.

"alright, alright, i'll go."

And so, he walked off to go do what they were here to do. Easy enough, given both of the people trying to stop him were distracted.

"now I wonder… is it possible to go past a LOVE of 20? Or is Killer's home Universe just… different, somehow?"

He checked his stats. Same as always. These monsters put up no real fight, getting where he needed to go was easy enough. Or, it was, until he turned and noticed the portal behind him, with the one member of those stars he's not to try and fight coming out of it.

"…i'm fucked, aren't i?"

To his suprise, Dream didn't seem to notice him. He took off towards… No. That can't happen. Not even all three of them could handle Dream by himself, let alone Horror and Killer, who are already fighting Ink and Blue, he had to do something…

Wait. there it was. Just like he took out Undyne, he's near the same spot in this timeline, the same thing should work, right? Well, Now or never.

"hey. where do you think you're going?"

He summoned Bones, sending the flying at dream, hoping to provoke a chase. He has to get further into waterfall. As soon as he saw dream start to run at him, he turned tail and ran further in. Dream's faster than him, but he knows waterfall better. Home field advantage.

"you know, i wonder how much EXP you're worth. think i'll gain LOVE if i kill you?"

Dust knew dream said something, but he couldn't tell what. Not that he cared. He focused as he ran, making a bone sprout up in front of Dream, making him trip.

"heh, just in time. see you."

His magic flared up, Grabbing dream by the soul with blue magic, throwing him towards a sharp rock formation, just as he did undyne many times by now. He knew it wouldn't Kill him, but should at least keep him out of the fight for the moment. He could Hear the scream as he got impaled on it. He had a job to do, but a quick picture wouldn't hurt. Just to prove he did it, right?. Just pull the phone out, switch to selfie mode, and… click!

"You have fun there. I gotta get going."

He needs to pass through the lab to get where he has to be. Maybe he'll grab those old research papers on LOVE, while he's there. Wonder what the real limits at...

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