#But even if not - even if this could be before all that - Flowey would still know about human Determination to an extent - being what he is
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Rate UT characters on likely they are to eat spoiled food
premise: as monster food does not spoil, this speculation is based on how i think they'd treat human food in the post pacifist ending
frisk. trash burger. enough said. (also i hc that they grew up on the streets, so... not a lot of chances to be picky with your food.)
sans. second most likely. there's milk in the fridge bought specifically for him to drink out of the carton whenever frisk's or papyrus' friends come to visit, like a stereotypical disney channel older brother (he loves being annoying on purpose). it's been there for a month. he's still not done with it. it's probably rancid. enjoyer of food and lover of even shittier food. mr worst burger on the menu. he is ESPECIALLY gross about food and he is gross about it on purpose, he will peel an apple for papyrus and then take a bite out of it before cutting him a slice. and then call him a wuss when he acts disgusted. ("stop being a baby bones, we have the same germs anyway" "NO WE DON'T. *YOU* HAVE GERMS! AND I DON'T WANT ANY OF THEM!!" "why? they're pedigreed" "OUGH!?!!"). he mostly uses it as a chance to make a gag (or a lack of gagging, lol) but his strong stomach did also come in handy in the early days of papyrus' interest in cooking
mettaton, of sequins-and-glue hamburgers fame. he's technically tied for 2nd place with sans, but i put him in third because i feel like sans does it on purpose, for mettaton it's more like... a side effect of starting life off as a ghost. few people question it since he's a robot now.
alphys. she doesn't go out of her way to do it, but she buys her snacks in industrial pallet-fuls to reduce social interactions to a minimum, so by the time she reaches the last 3 or 4 packets of blue takis, they're well past their expiration date. not that it stops her. now, this wouldn't happen on the surface because she gets better and has a solid support system, but if monster food could spoil back when she was going Through it with the amalgamates, i feel like she'd either be too depressed or tired to care and eat it, or she'd tumble into a "g-god. you can't even take care of your own f-food. is there anything you can't fuck up" self-deprecation spiral and lose her appetite altogether
flowey. did it to see what would happen. nothing did. never did it again. tbh I just don't think he eats much of anything, spoiled or not.
undyne. getting into the "wouldn't eat spoiled food" tier. she actually thinks it's really gross but papyrus tricks her into doing it by challenging her machismo. she gets SO sick from it. they do this aprox 3 times a month. rinse and repeat
asgore. he's a gardener, and i can see him working in a community garden on the surface, so he'd have access to a lot of fresh produce, for both himself and to give away. however, if some of it were to go bad, he'd probably cut off the affected bit and eat the rest so it doesn't go to waste.
toriel. she is SUPER careful about expiration dates and mold and checks to make sure all she owns is still safe to eat almost weekly. this level of care, however, is mostly meant for other people, not herself, but she would really rather not eat anything that's gone bad. same reasoning as alphys', IF monster food could spoil when she was still in the RUINs, i could technically see her biting the bullet, if only because 1) she was also heavily depressed and struggling to take care of herself, though i think she might sooner skip out on the meal altogether, rather than eat something spoiled, and 2) the awkward stares from the other monsters in the RUINs supermarket might not be something she's willing to deal with on any given day.
papyrus. he would NOT. no way. master of cleaning, germophobe extraordinaire papyrus (well, not really, but he plays the part). if toriel is meticulous, papyrus is obsessive. there better not be a SINGLE spot on his food. and no lines or plaid patterns either!! he WILL wash it untill it goes away. with soap probably. canonically a picky eater to begin with (his picks are just weird as balls). can should and WILL get on sans' ass about his unhealthy eating habits, and that includes eating food that's gone bad.
#answered asks#undertale#sans#papyrus#toriel#frisk#alphys#undyne#asgore#mettaton#hey look the whole gang is here!
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14. Human
Who will save you now?
Warnings: strong language, referenced suicide, violence
Featured Characters: Sans, Chara/Frisk (Reader), Flowey/Asriel, Wingdings Gaster, Asgore Dreemurr
Note: If you haven't read the previous chapters recently (maybe even if you have outside the past few days), I recommend giving it another read. It's definitely not a requirement, but I added some extra details throughout the story and a few more scenes, most notably in Chapters 3 & 9, that should help the ending feel even more satisfying.
Several years later . . . here's the next chapter.
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From a single strip at the Underground’s heart, Waterfall tunneled away into a boneyard mess of caves. In one direction, the passage to Hotland sprawled in mushroom-light mazes and a boulder choke disguising Tem Village. In the other, a quiet bubble harbored a simple mouse, neck deep in plans to retrieve a wedge of crystallized cheese. Between them, from a silver door that had only been there sometimes, Sans stepped out into a flood of bioluminescence.
Though a door latched shut behind him, dark, damp stone replaced the surface he reclined against now. Its cold, unyielding texture met his fingertips, a reminder that there would be no second visit.
He clutched the spindly metal bars of that unnaturally gray birdcage. He tucked his chin over the iron rung at its peak, hardly dousing the light of the small monster soul trapped inside.
The task set before him was unconscionable. Even if he managed to survive . . .
“i can’t do that,” he had resisted. “i can’t kill Frisk!”
“They shouldn’t even be alive,” said Wingdings.
The words took Sans by surprise. He set his heels despite the encroaching void and a minute hand nearing his final stroke of midnight.
“oh, but ya want me to take this soul all the way back to asriel, huh?” he said. “make sure he survives? double standard, if y’ask me.”
"I didn't say it was fair,” Wingdings hardly breathed. His eyes gained urgency. “The human . . . might survive, if they're determined enough. But after you pull the lever . . .”
At that, Sans’ anger siphoned away, leaving behind a fear much broader than the fate of one human child. Their mistake had set so many events into motion. Lives had been built and destroyed, paths forged and buried. The machine could rewrite the course of everything as easily as it could leave the butterfly effect intact. They could remain here in the present or be sucked back to the day it all began. With a phenomenon this unpredictable, just about anything could happen . . . but whatever world they left behind, at least it might survive.
“if i do use their soul to run the machine,” Sans said more calmly, “what’ll happen to asriel, then? to me? to the underground? heck, what’ll happen to you?”
It was clear to Sans by the frown on Wingdings’ face that his brother had already considered this question. Despite his ingenuity, the once royal scientist only shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he said, “but I do know what’ll happen if you don’t.”
In the present, Sans beat his fist against the rock behind him. Why did it have to be so fucking twisted? Why his Frisk? And why did he have to be the one to do it? Maybe it didn’t have to work out like this. Maybe there was more time than Dings thought. Maybe he could find another way.
His phone buzzed rhythmically at his waist. He pulled it from his coat pocket and looked at the screen. The image of Papyrus illuminated those shadowy cavern walls below several missed call notifications. Sans took a deep, shaking breath, then another, and answered.
“pup . . .”
“SANS!” Papyrus shouted. “I’VE BEEN TRYING TO REACH YOU FOR HOURS!”
“oh.”
“I’M NEARLY TO NEW HOME. A FRIEND HAS INFORMED ME THAT THE HUMAN IS IN TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE DANGER! IS THAT TRUE?!”
Sans nearly broke down then and there. Though seeing Wingdings again had restored many of the deeper cracks in his soul, it still felt fragile, even more when considering the path ahead of him.
“more than true,” he whispered.
A patch of silence followed. Sans dropped his cheek to rest on birdcage bars.
“tell me it’s gonna be all right,” he murmured into the receiver.
“Sans . . . where are you?” Papyrus asked, more gently than was typical.
“just tell me, please.”
“It’s . . .” Papyrus sighed. “It is going to be all right. Now, WHERE ARE YOU?”
Hearing the words in his brother’s voice quelled Sans’ fear, enough to return strength to his limbs. He lingered on the phone a moment longer, as if the connection truly placed him at Papyrus’ side.
“meet you there,” he said.
You followed in Asgore’s shadow, watching the folds of his cape sway and collide like cattails in the wind. His silhouette consumed yours. He could hold all of you in one hand, let alone the tiny red soul he sought to claim.
Past the end of that long hallway mirror of the Ruins, the barrier undulated with powerful magic. Its waves of golden white licked the crackled stone as if in search of escapees. It contoured Asgore’s silhouette in a crisp white line as he turned to face you.
That all-too-familiar smile prickled the fur along his muzzle. Looking up into his apologetic eyes, you remembered his hands on your shoulders, his all-encompassing embrace that threatened to lose you in his fur. The macaroni pictures, the crayon drawings, the sweaters . . . the buttercup pie. You shuddered.
“Human,” said the king of all monsters. His powerful voice trembled, and the earth trembled with it. “It was nice meeting you. . . . Goodbye.”
He held his trident firmly in both hands and lowered his head . . . but a stoplight glow kept his chin from falling too far. There you stood, hands outstretched, red soul hovering above your palms.
“I’m the last one,” you said.
Asgore stared at the heart-shaped spirit as if entranced. Its warmth illuminated your fingers with ruby firelight. It was in the crimson glint of your eyes, however, that he became lost, captured in the clutch of a ghost from years long gone.
“Do I . . . know you?” he asked, bewildered both by the situation and the question itself.
“Please, take it,” you said. Tears fell down your face. “It’s no good for anything else.”
Asgore’s eyes widened with recognition. “Chara . . . ?”
Intense heat flared in the hallway behind you. Before Asgore could say anything more, a brilliant ball of flame had launched him into the cavern wall. Flecks of gray stone spat out among a field of clouds.
You swung to face the spellcaster. Toriel stood framed in the doorway, her face scrunched in a scowl like a snarling lion. One smoking arm remained outstretched, clenched in a fist.
“What a miserable creature,” she growled, “torturing such a poor, innocent youth.”
You hadn’t known what path the timeline had taken or whether your friends would convene . . . yet Toriel had arrived, exactly the same as before. Though you may have jokingly called her “mom,” the name now rang through your head with the purity of a windchime in the breeze.
Undyne, Alphys, and Papyrus appeared after her, along with a swath of others you had met along the way. You wanted to tell them to turn back, that you did not deserve them, that if they had known the demon you truly were, they never would have wanted to be your friend.
Your color drained. As they approached, a web of vines crawled after them along the dark ceiling and cavern floors.
You ran to Asgore, who sat slumped amid rubble and a brand new hallway door in the shape of his back. He grumbled in discomfort. A layer of dust coated his royal robes and golden mane, which he shook like a dog. You slid to your knees beside him.
“Hurry, please!” you blubbered to the stunned monster king. You proffered your soul as if it were on fire. “There isn’t a lot of time . . . !”
Toriel snatched you back by the shoulders.
“What has come over you, my child?” she demanded. “Do you not know what he means to do with it?”
“Mom, I . . .”
“Frisk.” Her eyes had begun scanning the room in fright. “Where is Sans?”
The path to the barrier gave Sans more difficulty than expected. The last time he had attempted these roads with fewer than two shortcuts, he had been a century younger and taking his time, mushroom hunting with young Papyrus. His limbs lagged behind his will. His breath rattled in his chest. Though his fingers slipped against that birdcage no one remembered, he refused to release its colorless patina bars. Everything depended on this.
He took what natural shortcuts he could—river ferries and elevators—but even then, the trip cost more time than he had bargained. At long last, he had reached the innards of Asgore’s home in the capital. He ran, huffing and puffing, down the golden tiles of the Last Hallway.
Even as he sped past, his heart ached to remember your meeting here. The flare of sunlight on your head, the even brighter smile on your face, the secret passwords on your tongue. . . . The memory of that pure soul compared to the corrupted one he had read beside the rift overwhelmed him, and he paused. He touched a hand to the white pillar that once occluded him.
Who were you now? Frisk? Chara? Both? If Chara truly were your forgotten name, if everything he knew about the tragedy of Asgore’s children had happened to you, such terrible memories weighed down on your tiny shoulders. It did not surprise him, then, that your violence had escalated to remember those horrors. Ferocious thorns had been hiding in the soft petal corona of your soul, and neither of you had known it.
Clinging tightly to the forgotten prison in his hands, he buried his sentiments and tore through vine-swathed hallways into a dark passage. He skidded to a halt just past the silvery stone archway to the barrier, where his bones clattered with shock.
The cavern pulsed in radiant waves like the steady spin of a lighthouse beacon. Twisting, thorny roots filled the cavern like a briar patch, and their position changed with every flash of light. Among the vicious mess of chloroplast, monster figures had been tangled, their souls nearly devoured.
The dimming pinpoints of Sans’ eyes could not peel away from your small form, crumpled on the floor before a yellow flower. Your red soul snapped among his vines, barely shimmering in a ruby remnant before splitting apart into nothing.
Sans could not stifle the horror that clawed its way out his mouth. He nearly dropped the cage.
Flowey turned to grin at him. “Trash day already?” he asked, spinning his head in a full circle.
Sans shook. No. This couldn’t have happened. You couldn’t have fallen to that little heathen daisy so quickly. You couldn’t have lost your determination. If only he hadn’t lingered in the hallway. If only he had kept running . . . !
You blinked at the human soul still hovering in your outstretched hands. It glowed red, though not as brightly as it once did. Still alive. Still yours to give. Not torn to bits by a nihilistic plant.
Only moments ago, you had fallen to a flower, the same flower weaving his way into this chamber of darkness and light. Toriel’s hands rested heavily on your shoulders. Papyrus chattered away, as Asgore pleaded with Toriel to give him a second chance. While they were distracted, Flowey dug his way out of the earth, grinning deviously, ready to spring all over again.
Confusion waltzed with your mind, spinning you gently. You had experienced this rush backward a thousand times before. Just a short step in reverse to let you continue after falling or if you disliked the outcome . . . but you did not have the determination to do it now. You had intended to die. You had meant for one of two creatures to take your power and be done with it.
It hadn’t been you.
The world shifted. Time rushed away like the tide, back into the ocean depths. Darkness bled away into golden sunlit tiles and stained glass windows. Birds chirped among a distant rustle of leaves. The air danced with prisms for a fleeting moment before the world reappeared as it had only moments before.
Sans realized suddenly that he stood in the Last Hallway all over again. A glittering pocket of magic danced like a handheld star beside him, where he had touched the pillar and remembered you. It had not been there before.
Air filled his ribcage in jagged gasps. His soul burned as it usually did when you reset time, though somewhat gentler. His hands shook around the bars of that monochrome birdcage with fear, confusion, and exhilaration.
He had just turned back time. He could feel it. And if that were the case . . .
He ran. He sprinted faster than ever to reach you, but you lay still on the floor again. Though uncertain how, and though it hurt him, he turned back the clock a second time. Then a third. Then a fourth. Every time, the flower tore apart your soul like a horror movie on repeat, until finally, Sans arrived one split second earlier. Your soul spun a circle above you as if hanging from a string, and a ring of white pellets had only begun readying itself to deliver the killing blow.
Before Sans knew what he was doing, he was charging Flowey through a rough shortcut, foot extended to drop-kick the weed down into his roots. That cursed dandelion’s shriek had never sounded so satisfying. Sans’ dragon skulls had already manifested over his shoulders, jaws aflame—but when they blasted blue-hot magic out their mouths, Flowey had already disappeared into the earth.
A whip of green struck the ground where Sans had stood. He skipped out of the way in the nick of time, then again, and again, and again. He punched his free hand to the ground, and a wave of long, white magic bones crashed down through the air like meteorites. They speared into the cave floor with enough force to run cracks through the ceiling. Clouds of rock sprinkled down onto his shoulders. Flowey’s grip on his friends and family slackened just an inch.
Flowey surfaced again, undamaged beyond a few frayed petals.
Sans panted, his adrenaline quickly plunging. His bones began aching again, though his raging soul burned brightly through its seams. Sweat slipped down his skull into the neck of his shirt. He didn’t know if he could withstand this much longer. He did not know if his soul could survive another time jump.
“Ha,” chirped the little flower. “Looking pretty rough, there, old pal." His eyes glinted red within the skull-like hollows of his face. "Poor, flimsy little monster souls. Why bother trying? Even Chara was no match for me, and they were a million times stronger than you’ll ever be!”
Sans knew he was right. He did not have the full resilience of a purebred human. Even you had to try several times before making it past this bitter herb. Who in their right mind would bet on him: half blind, right arm nearly useless, only one HP? Just like every moment in his life, he would find a way to fuck this up. Just like every other time before, he would be useless to help.
His hope dwindled down, as did the fire in his soul. He could not find the strength to evade the string of bullets shooting toward him, but they were serendipitously blocked by a fence of small white bones.
“DON’T LISTEN TO HIM, SANS!” said Papyrus through clenched teeth. “YOU. CAN. WIN!”
“We are here to help you,” said Toriel. “No matter what happens.”
“Statistically it’s impossible,” said Alphys, “b-but you’ve beaten the odds before! I know you can do it!”
“Fuck you, Sans,” said Undyne.
Everyone looked at her. She shrugged.
“Sans,” said Asgore. “Listen to me.”
Sans clung to the bars of the birdcage more tightly, eyes glued to the smirking flower afar.
“You are not just your father’s son,” said the king of the Underground. “You have more than magic running through your veins. Remember that . . . and stay determined!”
Sans’ white pupils snapped to Asgore’s blue and brown at once. The statement had struck him somewhere deep beyond the monster white shell of his soul, and still more words passed between them unspoken. Sans then dragged his gaze across all his friends, who looked back with steadfast confidence, even Undyne.
Flowey coiled down on himself, pretending to be scared. “Urgh, no!” he whimpered. “Unbelievable! This can’t be happening! I can’t possibly withstand all of you . . . you . . . !” His face contorted into his evilest grin. “Idiots.”
His vines snapped taut around every monster, and yet another thorny coil snatched Sans from the ground as well. Through ropes of green and brown, Sans watched your red soul go down the flower’s throat, sealed behind hungry white fangs within a golden crown. Then, everything became lost in a flash of white.
Clang.
Sans moaned. Between that blitz of light and now, he had dropped to his hands and knees. His palms felt scorched—and dreadfully empty. Ahead of him, the last withering wisp of gray silver bars dissipated into the air as if made of smoke. Seeing it clawed the magic away from his bones with every mounting breath. His eyes became hollow.
The cage was gone—really, truly gone. Not even a step backward in time could bring it back, and with it, Asriel’s soul. Sans felt the world bottom out. Had he really failed, after everything?
A voice cackled overhead. “Finally,” it said. “I was so tired of being a flower.”
Sans looked upward and blanched. Aside from a few drawings you had scribbled out as a child, he had never witnessed this ungodly creature of countless souls. Sans had only been consumed by him, a coal block among many to fuel his hate. Now, Asriel Dreemurr hovered overhead in all his glory, raging with deathly power in a kaleidoscope of energy. No wonder you had nightmares.
Past the wreckage of their earlier fight, your body still lay heaped on the floor among stone and dead vines, seemingly asleep. As Sans crawled close, tears threatened to form.
He bit them back. No. He needed to hope. He needed to dream. He needed to be determined that he could call you out from the darkness, just as you had done for him a hundred times. It was his turn, now. Everyone would make it to the other side . . . including Asriel.
“Huh?” Asriel grunted as he caught wind of Sans below. “What are you still doing here? I ate your soul, you dirty lawn bag!”
“grass not,” said Sans as he stood, dusting the dirt from his jacket with his left hand.
“Ugh.” Asriel pinched his muzzle exasperatedly. “So annoying. How many times have you died now? Thirty-five? Thirty-six?” He thrust a rocket’s flare at Sans with a wicked smile. “Thirty-seven?!”
Sans gathered your body into his arms and stepped into a last-minute shortcut, safely away from that raw magical surge. After hiding your figure inside an Asgore-shaped wall hole, he flitted through the blue light of a portal once again. He reappeared in the air, directly in Hyperdeath’s path, only inches from his head.
“bone apétit, fucker,” he said and threw a handful of small bones at Asriel’s face. Though they caused no significant damage, they certainly got his attention.
Sans landed on all fours and scrambled. Bullets, fireballs, shooting stars, and lightning strikes raged after him. They left craters in the ground and drove deeper cracks into the ceiling overhead. Stalactites fell and shattered. Sans dodged every one of them. His body thoughtlessly followed the part of him that knew how to survive but had no time to ask permission, so begged forgiveness instead.
As Asriel Dreemurr took a moment to lift his hands, Sans struggled to catch his breath. His hood smelled of smoldering keratin. Holes had been burned through his sleeves. His body felt slick and ashen against his jacket’s cotton interior. The bones he had tossed like a scoop of dog biscuits into Asriel’s face had been the last magic he could muster. Whatever great power the prince of the Underground gathered now, Sans doubted he could survive it.
The world darkened. Sans could no longer see Asriel or the barrier, not even his hands if he raised them. Everything had become silent except the paddle of his own breath.
A skull three times his size suddenly materialized from the shadow. In appearance, it reminded him of those he and his siblings had mastered, though its horns and features mirrored Asriel instead. It laughed in his face—a grim, bone-chilling sound like grating rocks—but Sans stood firm. Brilliant red rage and determination surfaced among the cracks of his soul. How dare Asriel steal from Papyrus? How dare he turn Sans’ own family magic against him?
Waves of light drew into the open bowels of its snakelike gullet. Debris ran past his ankles, recalling images of a lab in shambles, a brother consumed by a beast of timeless indifference. He braced himself, ready to dive into the darkness as he did then and save the ones that mattered most.
A flash of brightness burst over him once more. This time, it ripped the soul from inside him and shattered it into pieces.
His mind floated through an abyss, bursting with the fireworks of everything at stake. He thought of Papyrus, never seeing sunrise; Toriel, never knowing the love of a new family; Alphys, never seeing the true greatness inside herself; Undyne, never free to explore the world; Asgore, failing his people. He thought of you, swallowed in the belly of the very thing you had sought to save. He thought of the entire world, destroyed by the god of hyperdeath, eaten alive by a hungry rift in time. The pieces of his soul quivered in a glow of crimson, ready to disperse.
*But it refused.
The shards sewed back together. A burst of bright red coursed through him like a new flame that had waited a lifetime to be struck. He had to live. He needed to live. He wanted to live! The darkness faded away, and soon the pulsing light of the barrier greeted his eyes once again.
He gaped at his shaking hands, eye sockets wide with confusion and amazement and, more than anything, determination. His soul felt aflame with a ruby-red blaze that forged the bleeding cracks of every pain, every hardship, and every sorrow into an armor stronger than the thickest alloy.
Asriel’s final form hovered ahead of him. Giant wings had sprouted from his back, flaring with blues, reds, greens, and purples. His teeth bared in needle points to rival Undyne’s, seething with fury and frustration.
“YOU . . . GARBAGE BIN SKELETAL FREAK!” he screamed. “WHY? WHY CAN’T YOU DIE?!”
Sans realized very suddenly he couldn’t move. Asriel’s true power had run rampant through the air, cocooning him in a chrysalis of magic he could not escape. He struggled with no result. With no way to resist, Asriel’s attacks barreled into him again, and again, and again. Every time his brightly burning soul rebuilt itself, a little was lost along the way.
“I can feel it,” Asriel growled with relish. “Every time you die, your grip on this world slips away. Every time you die, your friends forget you a little more. Your life will end here, in a world where no one remembers you.”
Sans thought of Windings, lost in a hell of the same description. He recalled how determined his brother had been to hold that same world together in one piece, forgotten or not. Sans could not fail him again, not here, not now, not after how hard Dings had tried, not when all his hopes were so invested in his success. His brother’s words rang through Sans' head, the last he would speak before the ghost of a gray door had separated them.
“I want you to know,” Wingdings had said, “I believe in you more than I believe in anyone else.”
“heh, yer jus’ tuggin’ my tibia . . .”
“For Tesla’s sake, Sans,” Dings snipped. “Can you just, for a second, let me spoon-feed your imperceptibly minuscule single-cell petri dish of a trait you call your self-esteem?” He took a deep breath and steadied. “I know it might seem like you’re my only option,” he said, “but you’re the best option I could have ever hoped for. My big brother. The one who sticks it out through thick and thin. The one I could always rely on to come through for me. You can do this. You can save everyone. I know you can. So, please . . .
“. . . don’t give up.”
Sans closed his eyes and reached his heart out to Asriel’s amalgamation of souls. His friends and family were there somewhere. He could save them. They believed in him. Dings believed in him. His determination to save everyone bled through the confines of Asriel’s magic, and deep inside that monstrosity, something began to stir.
Darkness closed in and images of his friends materialized, though their faces could not be seen behind swimming, fragmented blurs of pitch. Toriel, Papyrus, Asgore, Alphys, and Undyne stood like statues in a ring around him. Under their breaths, they mumbled their deepest wounds aloud: loss, rejection, loneliness, guilt, and captivity.
Sans stared up at his little brother’s towering silhouette, shaken to see him so reduced.
“hey, puppy . . .” he began. He inched nearer. “‘member me?”
Papyrus did not acknowledge him beyond summoning a few bones, which promptly flew in his direction. They were nothing compared to what Asriel had been punting his way. Sans stood perfectly still to allow a large blue femur to pass harmlessly through his forehead, then teleported behind him. He wrapped his arms around his waist until his face lay cradled in the lower curve of his spine, as if it were fashioned to hold his head.
“is that any way to treat your big bro?” he asked quietly. He searched his head for his worst possible joke and turned to the remaining souls. “uh . . . w-whatcha all starin’ at?” He whipped out a finger gun as nonchalantly as possible. “never metacarpal of skeletons before?”
A long, silent moment passed. Then, Papyrus groaned. So did Undyne. Toriel giggled alongside Alphys with a snort. Asgore only sighed.
Sans beamed, then dodged what he saw as a well-deserved barrage of attacks from all five of his monster friends.
“hey, undies,” he said to Undyne past the quick flash of a blue spear. “i liked the tuna your piano. think you can teach me some scales?”
A similar response. Another wave of dangerous magic.
“knock, knock,” Sans said to Toriel. A hand of fire tried and failed to snatch him off the ground. He brushed off the heat. “i’ll take that as a ‘who’s there’. it’s yer local sentry, sans gaster!”
Toriel mumbled incoherently, but her last words sounded clear: “. . . Sans Gaster who?”
“yeesh,” Sans said, tugging at the neck of his shirt. “and i thought we were friends!”
Toriel laughed, then, revealing her face in a glorious burst of joy. Papyrus groaned more loudly than ever into existence.
“THAT’S ENOUGH BOONDOGGLING, SANS!” he shouted.
“i think you mean bone-doggling.”
“I DO NOT!” Papyrus stomped his foot.
With that, the rest of his friends returned to themselves, holding their stomachs or their heads in laughter. Sans wiped a joyful tear from his eye. By then, Papyrus had swept him off his feet into the tightest hug he could muster, which might have broken a rib were they more than specters. The remaining crew piled in: Toriel, Alphys, Asgore, even Undyne. In that one gesture, Sans’ soul swelled with hopes and dreams and burned brighter than ever.
“You’re d-d-doing great!”
“We’ve got your back, punk.”
“We believe in you.”
“heh . . . i’m rootin’ for me too, i guess,” Sans agreed bashfully.
“THAT’S THE SPIRIT,” Papyrus said, then lifted his eyes over Sans’ shoulder. “ONLY ONE MORE TO GO.”
As he said it, their images dissipated. Sans turned to follow Papyrus’ gaze. Another figure stepped from the shadow, eyes burning red through a shifting black cloud. A blood-red knife glinted in your hand. Your ruby soul quivered in the pit of your chest, a beacon through the dark.
“kiddo,” Sans breathed.
You shambled forward and blindly slashed for his neck. He side-stepped the sloppy cut. Your blade lodged into the unseen ground, so deeply it took a few tries to pry it out. Like a marionette, you lolled about to face him.
“It’s all my fault,” you murmured. “All my fault.”
“that ain’t true,” said Sans. He grimaced and ducked another swing. “you’re a good kid. you’ve always been a good kid.”
“I'm sorry,” you mumbled.
“why?” he asked. “you saved us. you saved me. you gave up your resets for it!”
Your razor-edged swipes and stabs began to falter. “My fault . . .”
“the only thing you’re at fault for is trying too bleedin’ hard.”
Though shaking, you continued to jab and swing your dagger with reckless abandon, and he continued to evade its path with infuriating precision. Whipping air and shuffling feet echoed through the dark as if you fought in an empty chapel.
“c’mon, bud!” Sans panted. Sweat had begun to gather on his forehead. “it’s me, sans!”
“Sans?” you replied in a fog. “Sans is dead. I killed him. It’s my fault.”
“i’m not dead. i’m right here.”
He came close, a breath away. Your knife grazed his cheekbone, revealing a stripe of red that trickled down into his shirt collar. As your arm passed his shoulder, he caught you around the chest and held on tight. He buried his face into your neck.
“i’m right here.”
At this, you froze. You held your knife shakily over his head, prepared to strike down into his back—but you didn’t. Though the black, jagged strokes of paint shifting about your head did not cease, the red of your eyes had dimmed.
“frisk. chara.”
He cradled your hiding face between his hands and looked into your eyes a long, long time. You could feel him reaching through your soul, judging you, reading you from cover to cover like an unlocked diary.
“it’s not your fault.”
As the words sank in, tears sprinkled down from that stormcloud between you, raining over your shoes and his. That dreadful, bloody knife clattered to the ground, and soon you followed. You sat seiza at his feet and clung to his coat, your face no longer shrouded. You sobbed into his t-shirt, broken, yet overjoyed to see him alive.
He hesitated, then slipped his fingers down into the deep brown thatches of your hair.
“You’re really here,” you said, looking up into his face.
Sans crouched down to your level and shrugged. “think so.”
“Am I dead?”
“uh.” He scratched the back of his skull and winced. “ya ain’t in yer body, that much is for sure. hopin’ you might join me on the way back, though . . . if you’d do me the honor.”
You hugged him again, even more tightly than before. Conflicted by memories old and new, shame hooked onto your soul with claws sharper than the dagger at his feet. His hand in your hair was all that kept you solid.
“I’m sorry.” Your tears fell faster as you considered the road leading you here. “I made you fall into the rift . . .”
“that one’s on me,” Sans said. “i knew what i might find down there.”
Your face sombered. “Did you find . . . him?”
Newfound brightness ignited his eyesockets. “he’s . . . alive,” he said quietly. He could scarcely believe the words. “trapped between time and space. it’s just like i thought.”
You were never more relieved to be proven wrong. Still, questions encircled your head like stars. Where was his brother, now? If Sans had gone to that place, how had he returned? How had he survived the rift, and Flowey no less? Was he the one turning back the clock? That should have been impossible.
As you extended a hand to smear the streak of red you had carved into his face, a terrifying thought occurred to you.
“Determination,” you breathed. “Sans, you didn’t—!”
“no,” he said.
“Monsters don’t bleed,” you said firmly in an attempt to call out his bullshit.
“not full-blooded monsters, no,” he agreed.
Several moments passed in which you digested these words, and what they implied.
His smile slowly fell into a grimace, a mix of regret and weary sadness. He sat down in the darkness across you. Here, the two of you were truly alone. He breathed in, breathed out.
“skeletons are kinda hard to come by,” he began hesitantly, “if ya hadn’t noticed. we’re only born under certain circumstances . . . with . . . certain parents.”
He lifted his head to the darkness above as if he might see the sky. A piece of him drifted away into nostalgia on Noctis wings. Bittersweet was the only word you could surface for his expression now.
“hardly look nothing like dad,” he began with a half-hearted shrug. “he was like . . . a dragon made of blue stars, a constellation in a nebula. huge, bigger than asgore. gast clan always was, compared to the dreems. i see him in my magic, though, sometimes. his face in my blasters, even if just the skull.”
You couldn’t find words. Surely he didn’t mean what you thought.
“don’ hardly look like mom, neither,” he said with a partial smile, “but we got her bones. we got her structure. i got some of her determination.”
“You’re half human.”
“i’m all me, thanks,” Sans snipped. Talking about it seemed to crawl over his bones like a spider bake sale.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, genuinely hurt.
He paused and picked at the healing cut on his cheek. He rubbed the red fluid pensively between his thumb and forefingers. “everyone down here knows what it means to be a skeleton,” he said quietly. “i thought you knew too, at first. we all did. a lot of folks thought it was why you shacked up with us instead of tori.”
Your shoulders relaxed.
“by the time i realized it . . . honestly, i didn’t know how to tell ya, kid. it's a sensitive subject.” He drew his coat around himself more tightly. “we’re the only ones left, y’know; me and puppy-dog. and dings. when the war started, humans went for families like ours first. papyrus was a bean, dings was just the right age for it to hit him later, and i . . . i remember everything, as always.”
Your guilt ascended all over again.
“we were just kids," he went on, "but nothin’ scared those purist humans more than a fuckin’ mule.”
“i’m sorry,” you said.
“don’t be,” he murmured. “not your fault.”
“But it is,” you insisted. Your tears began rising again. "I’m human. I’m responsible. After everything humans have done—after everything I’ve done—I don’t deserve any of you. I don’t deserve to be here. You shouldn’t have saved me . . .”
Sans gently wiped your face with his sleeve. “lemme finish, kid,” he said quietly. He heaved a long, drawn-out sigh, as if releasing a toxin trapped inside his ribcage. “i got a reason to hate humans, sure. they drove us down here. they blocked us in. hell, even monsters gave us a hard time for that half of us. papyrus was so bent on catching a human just to prove what side he was on. thought people might like him more.”
You felt sick.
“but,” Sans said, forcing you to meet his eyes, “my human parent sacrificed everything to save us. she stayed behind so we could get away. so many of us are alive because of her. you wanna tell me that was wrong? you wanna tell me she was responsible for everything that happened to us, just for being human?”
Your tears continued to fall.
“you can’t help where ya came from,” said Sans, “but you can choose where ya go. and boy have you gone to some good places.”
“Like the dump,” you quipped with a faint smile.
“heh, yeah,” he said. “like the dump.” He hung an arm over your shoulder. “so maybe you’ve made some big mistakes . . . but your heart was never in the wrong place. you want to make up for it. you want to be good. that’s what really matters, right?”
You sniffled and nodded. You had said the same to Alphys. Were you really beneath your own advice?
He gathered you into his arms again. After a long time kneeling there, faces in shoulders, he helped you back to your feet.
“gonna need you to step in from here on out,” said Sans. “the chances hyperdoofus listens to me are about a million to negative one.” He smirked. “think you can handle it?”
You took his hand and squeezed.
“Only if you stand there with me,” you said.
His heart swelled in his chest. “i can do that."
Holding onto one another tightly, you stepped out from the darkness into a rainbow of light.
Notes:
And thus we have arrived at my third and final head-cannon: skeletons are what happen when a monster loves a human. I think my nervousness about dropping that bomb contributed to the delay in a latent sense, haha. Sorry for that again.
The idea of skeleton monsters always puzzled me, because in most folklore and fantasy contexts they have a direct tie to humans. Undead, more specifically. But in the context of the Undertale universe, undead didn't sit right with me. Skeleton monsters that conveniently mimic human anatomy didn't either. Then I had this thought. It explained several things for me: the blood from Sans' cut in the no mercy run, the reason he's so powerful, that "fourth wall" breaking tendency he and Papyrus both share... I massaged things some for the narrative here, but yeah.
I had been building to this a little bit as a possible reveal, then considered sidestepping it, but then as I really hammered out my ending it became an essential fact. I added more scenes and details in earlier chapters to get a little more traction on it, hence why I recommended rereading. :) Either way, I hope you find it at least interesting.
Thank you again to everyone who held on until now. Only three chapters left!
Next Up! Chapter 15: Determination.
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Flowey posting cause hfjfnekandjsoka pondering
I like how much flowey cares about toriel. Even if it's not much it's still a lot compared to other people.
Usually with most characters he treats them like video game characters just as much as we do but even though it's small, toriel is the one character (other than chara) he treats differently even if it's minor. He gives her a glass of water when she falls asleep drunk twice, once I think even before pacifist? She's also the one he calls you out on killing. Once directly, which you could argue is just because the game wants you to know that your choices will always matter and that it remembers your saves since she's the first boss, but he taunts you about it again through the echo flower in waterfall which is pretty far from the beginning of the game. Makes me kinda feel like he's mad at you for it even if he can't get himself to care for her like he used to. Idk I just find it interesting that he won't hesitate to kill asgore in any route but will remind you twice about killing toriel which is a lot considering he's not in the middle of the game at all really. He also says in the genocide monologue that if there's one last person who can make him feel anything it would be toriel, more so than asgore could. Even if it doesn't work, he still tries really hard to. Means asriel must've had a really really strong connection to his mom and I think that's sweet idk. Like the one person alive who can make the emotionless murder flower care about them is his mom aw
Btw I know about papyrus too but that's mostly post pacifist
#flowey#undertale#flowey the flower#WOW that's longer than I thought#I just like when characters love their mom because I love my mom#toriel kinda like my mom but cooler#side note I think it would be a fun hc if asriel was a mamas boy and chara had more of a connection to asgore#cuz they'd be more interested in his job as king and stuff like that while asriel makes pies or whatever#pondering real hard
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⚠️🚨WARNING UTY SPOILERS AHEAD🚨⚠️
Clover is such an interesting character and silent protagonist. They are selfless, compassionate, kind, brave, and most importantly they are just. All of this is shown through the actions they take throughout all the routes and the little bits of dialogue we get. That being said, I want to put them under a microscope and analyze their whole being, dissecting them one by one till I understand how we can get so much personality from this little guy.
For today's analysis, I'm going to be using Canary in a Coal Mine by The Crane Wives (one of my favorite songs) to help put my thoughts in a coherent way and because I personally think that it suits Clover well. The song is rather short since it mostly comprises of instrumental sections with little bits of lyrics in between them which honestly does remind me of Clover and their very few sections of dialogue.
Right off the bat, the second verse of the song hits us with,
"But I still hold out hope that maybe someday,
I'll be worth more than all the silence left in my way".
Before I get into how that relates to Clover, I'm going to first explain how I interpret Clover's past. During the game, little hints of Clover's past are given when interacting with certain objects, such as the couch and TV in the Feisty Five's house and the sink at the Ketsukane mansion. When interacting with the TV and couch, we can infer that Clover's living conditions were not the greatest with them being reminded of cramped living spaces and having their favorite channel be static. On the other hand, when interacting with the sink, they are reminded of the duties they used to have back on the surface and the people they used to live with. All of these small hints lead me to believe that Clover came from a dysfunctional family who did not have the proper capabilities to support a child, this could have resulted in Clover being neglected and having to grow up to be independent.
This conclusion is supported by the fact that Clover when given the opportunity to, chooses to stay in the Underground with the exception of Pacifist. The two monsters who ask them to stay are Toriel, as shown by Flowey during the Neutral route and the secret ending that you can get if you stay for more then 5 minutes in the room you fell down in after pulling the lever, and Martlet in the Neutral route and Pacifist route. These are both characters who show and give Clover positive attention. I find it hard to believe that a child who climbed Mt. Ebott to find the five missing children and has the soul of justice would give up their mission that easily if they weren't starved from affection and attention.
This verse easily relates to Clover going to the Underground not only to seek justice for the fallen humans but also to be recognized and be given the attention they crave, whether it's by returning the missing children or by the monsters that lay below.
"Feed me promises, keep my heart well,
I'll sing you songs until the darkness does recede"
Can easily be connected to Clover just by playing the game. "Feed me promises, keep my heart well," can be seen through the way most of the main UTY cast promises or tells Clover that they'll help them to get back on the surface such as Martlet, but I relate this particular lyric to Ceroba, especially during the Steamworks.
Ceroba throughout the Steamworks tells Clover of Kanako, Chujin, and her supposed plan of rescuing Kanako from the lab which is the reason Clover even goes through Steamworks during Pacifist (and Neutral if you kill Axis) aside from the fact that it's the only way to get to New Home. She tells all of this to Clover when in truth her actual plan was to steal their soul to hopefully heal Kanako after she fell down and got sent to the lab. Clover has no clue of this and during the trip, Ceroba keeps them safe and even helps them on several occasions such as fending off Axis.
"I'll sing you songs until the darkness does recede" connects to Clover constantly assisting Ceroba in puzzles, exploration, and in battle (Guardener's fight). Additionally, this also applies to the other events before this where Clover helps other monsters in their problems in the mines and around the Honeydew Resort (if you did the side quest of getting the silver bandana).
"But if in the end I lose my voice
Will you forget about your love for me?"
This hurts me to think about since it's so angsty but let's get on with it. This very obviously can be applied to Clover thinking that without their supposed 'usefulness' they would be discarded and returned to being ignored. This especially when they find out about Ceroba's true plan and Chujin's tape, all regarding their soul and how it could save Kanako and help monsterkind regain their freedom. During this, Clover is hurt but at this point they've made up their mind. At this point of the game, I believe Clover already knows what the end of their journey holds and what they're going to do.
After Ceroba's fight and in the True Pacifist ending as the cast is arguing on how they can keep Clover, Clover decides to sacrifice their soul, their very being, their use. To bring justice to monsterkind and help in bringing them closer to the surface, they give up their soul. This was their purpose and if they didn't do this, they would've been useless. After all, this was the reason why Ceroba befriended them and why Martlet tried to capture them. Seven human souls are needed and they are the sixth. They most likely think that if they weren't human, Starlo wouldn't be interested in them.
"And when you break the surface, oh, without me
Please don't return me to the dark of all the memories, yeah"
This one is self explanatory and the lyric that hurts me the most when I think about Clover with this song. Clover's sacrifice is essential to freeing the monsters and that means they would not be able to join the rest of the cast. Despite this, they still choose to give up their soul, giving them the chance to see the rising sun that has been stolen away from them all those centuries ago. I don't think any of the UTY cast would forget about their selfless sacrifice post UT True Pacifist when the barrier is broken.
"Know that all my love will be your breath
I will save you when your lights go out"
Again, this could apply to the UTY cast but I raise another scenario. It could be aimed towards Frisk calling for help and Clover answering the call, saving Frisk from Flowey when they had no one to turn to. This is canon in both UT and UTY seen in the post end credits scene of the True Pacifist route.
Thank you for reading me yap about Clover and one of my favorite songs for like 1.2k words and I hope you understand where I'm coming from when I say this song is so Clover-coded. Also @loud-whistling-yes I hope you enjoy this analysis and I once again repeat, YOU ARE SO RIGHT AND YOU GET ME!!
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Asriel & Toriel | Chara & Asgore
So, we all know the Dreemurr family loved each other very much.
However, parents and kids can have favorites, and I believe that Asriel and Toriel / Chara and Asgore were specially close.
Here’s proof for each duo (that I got from memory):
Asriel & Toriel:
- Asriel/Flowey, even after trying really hard and failing every time, really believed that being with TORIEL would make him feel love again, feel like himself again. And I think that says a lot.
To be honest while I searched through screenshots, Toriel seems to love her children pretty equally (she is THE goat mom so I get it). But Asriel definitely seems to have been closer to her than his father (not that he doesn’t love him as well of course).
- Toriel obviously still misses Asriel deeply, and has a lot of regrets. She is a bit too drunk in this scene but I like to think she managed to recognize Asriel in flowey somewhat. But that’s more like self indulgence on my part.
- Asriel/Flowey still loves Toriel very much. Even before Frisk fell into the underground and he still had his view of “kill or be killed” - he still was empathetic enough to give her a glass of water everytime she passed out. So he cares, always have, just doesnt want to admit it.
(I would also mention how Flowey still hanged around in the ruins all the time. Some would say he was just waiting for humans to fall down or something, but I say he just liked to be around Toriel and I will die on this hill).
- I always found it interesting how Asriel hesitates before saying Toriel’s name here. Of course, he didn’t mention Asgore because Frisk didn’t spend that much time with him but considering previous proof, I’d like to include this here anyway.
Annnnd that’s all I could find (from memory) for them! Feel free to add to this!
Chara & Asgore:
Surprisingly for me, I found a lot! Really thought it was gonna be the other way around here.
- They both seem to have a great love for flowers and gardening! They probably bonded a lot through it.
- Asgore specifically recalling the “feeling of hope” in Chara’s eyes. I thought it was sweet :)!
- It’s heavily implied that Chara was the one that made the sweater. Asriel could have helped, but considering that in the No-Mercy run, Chara doesn’t have a special comment towards the macaroni art that was also made for Asgore - you could safely assume that Asriel made the macaroni art and Chara made the sweater. It was also probably very big and a lot of work, Asgore is a very big monster after all.
- Flowey being extremely sure that Asgore would show the souls to Chara, even after not showing it to Asriel (since that was probably one of the ways Flowey tried to get to them). You can argue it would be because Chara/Frisk would be the last human and Asgore would show it when fighting them..but it doesn’t really fit with the way Flowey says it I think, it was very specifically Chara.
- Chara and Asgore shared love for tea... and how Asgore’s favorite tea is the golden flower tea. Since golden flowers only bloomed in the underground after Asriel and Chara died, and it was Chara’s favorite flower, They probably told Asgore about how you can make tea with them and reccomended it to him. I wish they could have enjoyed it together.
- And also how Chara’s favorite flower is literally everywhere in new home.
Aaaand that’s it from them as well! Feel free to add more if you find it also!
Now that you have seen the ultimate proof for both cases, do you see it nowdo you see thevdo you see the vision--
#I might do another post for Chara & Toriel and Asriel & Asgore simply because I love this family to death they make me so sick#but I do believe that Azzy and Toriel | Chara and Asgore were closer yes#I imagine someone already made a post about this in 7 years of fandom but I dont care#I cant shut up about them ok#Feel free to disagree with me too lmao as long as you bring your own arguments#I take all I can get from this family you dont understand#show me the angstiest shit#feed me#anyway haha im mentally ill#undertale#chara dreemurr#chara#asriel#asriel dreemurr#toriel#asgore dreemurr#asgore
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undertale yellow spoilers!
spoilers for the end of undertale yellow's no mercy route, neutral route, and major parts of pacifist. please do not read if you do not wish to be spoiled. you have been warned.
i apologize for any possible inaccuracies. i tried to be as accurate as possible by rewatching cutscenes, but there's always a chance i got things wrong. it also might be a bit rambly because i wrote them as messages. still, i have a lot of thoughts on this decision undertale yellow made, which i'd like to believe i backed with solid evidence. and in the end, it is only my opinion. i'd just like to have my point of view seen.
so, in regards to martlet and undertale yellow's no mercy route:
i think martlet is the perfect choice as no mercy's last stand, actually.
in undertale, it's sans, and yeah, he shows that he's menacing no matter what route you're on, but for the most part he comes off as a goofy slacker with some mysteries.
it's the fact that the player drives him to the state where he has to do something, because they're on a killing spree with nobody spared, literally. and he reveals that he's actually been working hard on all the time anomaly shenanigans behind the scenes that make sans such a good character to be the last defense between the player and asgore (until flowey kills him, and then the player kills flowey, and then chara kills the player...)
with undertale yellow, martlet is a very optimistic and genuine person. she's a bit of an airhead, but she still tries her best as a member of the royal guard. all the other major bosses fight clover in pacifist for reasons such as mistaking clover for the blue soul believing to be tracked down by them and defending themselves (dalv), blaming clover for their ruined relationships and believing that bringing in their soul themselves will repair their reputation (starlo), and of course, requiring clover's soul in a last-ditch effort to save their daughter from being at death's door (ceroba).
martlet is literally going by protocol. she's following the rules to the letter, and gets confused when clover refuses to attack, not even doing so herself before she gets to the part where she's allowed to. and the part where clover insults her behavior as a royal guard is where she falters and decides to spare clover, because it's true. her best isn't enough for them. the royal guard is under asgore's rule to take human's souls for monsterkind, but that isn't enough for her to finish the job.
this is where you keep in mind martlet and chujin's conversation that clover sees in the no mercy route. her mentor, that she admired and was close to, is extremely cautious of humans due to the incident with the blue soul. but even after knowing the damage they can cause, she has hope that not all of them are bad, as she'll say in no mercy herself.
so that's why in no mercy, when clover is delivering their twisted sense of justice and killing every monster they can, she knows she has to stop them. in the first encounter, after she realizes clover is the culprit, she tosses the guide book and puts everything she's got into the fight. but that, just as well, isn't enough. she has to retreat because they're too powerful, even though clover could continue their rampage. but still, after almost dying to them, she tries to convince them to end the violence because she wants to believe that they have an ounce of sympathy for their victims.
if no mercy is aborted, when clover meets her on the roof, she throws away the determination serum she picked up from the lab just like in regular neutral. because she sees that, at least in one instance, they didn't choose murder. and that's good enough for her. that's all it takes, even if flowey goes in for the kill and martlet blames clover. she only goes so far to do so in her dying moments, and because flowey purposefully hid in the shadows, so how would she know it wasn't them?
when no mercy is fully initiated, she doesn't even instigate the combat; clover does. they're so trigger-happy that they waste no time. and at that point she has to use the last weapon monsterkind has to prevent clover from reaching asgore. she waited until the last moment, hoping clover would change their mind. but when there's no hope for them, she harnesses that determination to become the most powerful monster in the underground, the zenith of monsterkind. she'll wield the determination to deliver justice unto clover.
even if it kills her.
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UNDERTALE YELLOW MERCILESS ROUTE SPOILERS
ive seen a couple people here and there be upset over how the route ends, but i want to give my two cents on why i actually really like it
(btw this is not at all me saying people HAVE to enjoy it, or arent allowed to dislike it, just sharing my own take on it)
if youve clicked the read more im going to assume youve played through the merciless route and seen its ending, or dont care about spoilers for it
otherwise what the heck are you doing here
but basically, what ive seen people get upset over a lot, is the fact that clover kills asgore and flowey instantly, takes the human souls, and then just waltzes out of the underground and beyond the players reach (which is my personal take on why resetting goes back to floweys control, and clover forgetting, instead of to when clover unlocks the save ability, is its not clover or flowey resetting, but us. the player IS a distinctly separate entity in ut/dr after all)
but honestly?? what else COULD have happened?? asgore couldnt handle frisk at level ONE. he didnt stand even a FRACTION of a chance against an lv 20 clover, who might i add, has a giant laser beam, a degree of soul magic not even frisk obtains. you COULD argue chara uses soul magic to "kill" our save file at the end of undertales merciless route though, i could see that, but still, clovers laser is a much more direct and obvious show of it.
(and just to be safe, before anyone tries to say humans dont have magic, no, thats literally the entire premise of the setting is humans used magic to create the barrier, its just less present in humans than it is in monsters, who are made of the stuff)
and undertale yellows merciless route goes the route of deciding that undertales version already said everything there is to say on the meta aspects and the whole "you can so you need to" mindset, so instead it just calls it what it is: its a power trip. its mindless slaughter for the sake of getting stronger, whether its the player demanding a different ending (like deltarunes coldhearted route(im not calling it snowgrave, but this is entirely personal preference)), or again just wanting to see whatll happen. but either way its to feel strong.
and what happens at the end of that power trip? youve reached level 20. youve surpassed floweys control. you have as much power as you could ever hope to achieve. so, realistically:
whats stopping you from just killing asgore and leaving.
nothing. so you do.
and it leaves you wondering: was the power trip worth it. was the pain and suffering you caused worth it to get such a blatantly, not just non-canon, but ANTI-CANON ending?
(EDIT: and i mean this in a positive way, its the same kind of self-reflection over your actions that undertale pulls, just communicated in a more indirect way)
and it being so anti-canon is part of why its such a haunting ending for me.
there really wasnt any other possible way for it to end. lv 20 itself and the way undertale and deltarune characterize that increase in power, in retrospect it feels obvious that it would be anti-canon in a prequel. monster souls are weaker than human souls, even at lv 1. so against a human whos lv 20, and who got there by constantly persisting and trying over and over to get past whatever obstacle is in front of them, and refuses to give up on their conquest, theres nothing anyone can do, and that alone rips the canon of undertale into shreds.
even SANS realizes theres nothing that can actually stop you, not even him, so the best he can hope for is that he puts up enough of a fight to make the player give up and/or reset, same reason his final attack is a turn that never ends.
and having to face that by helplessly watching clover blast an asgore-shaped hole in the story is TERRIFYING to me, in a way i really love the yellow team for doing. idk if its actually intentional or if im reading too much into it, but either way,
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Who would / do they believe without question? For Sans, Papyrus, Toriel and Undyne.
Undertale Sans - No one, really. Unfortunately, a lot of people did too much wrong to him. He doesn't believe blindly what people say anymore, even his own brother. He trusts them, sure, but Papyrus can exaggerate a lot of things so he prefers not to believe everything.
Undertale Papyrus - It depends. On security matters, Sans, without any hesitation. If Sans is serious, it means something bad is happening. But other than that... He prefers not to believe too much in people. He knows that despite being his best friend, Undyne is not always telling him the truth. He knows even the King doesn't tell the truth all the time. He knows Flowey is trying to manipulate him but he plays along because Flowey is lonely. There's not a lot of people he could truly believe entirely. On the Surface though, he tends to listen a lot to what Toriel says. Maybe it's just because he didn't have a mom growing up, but she doesn't consider him like a child like some others do, and he feels comfortable telling her things he usually don't like to talk about so it's a big step.
Undertale Toriel - Because of their history, Sans. She knows he is hiding a lot of things from her, but Sans has the best intentions and he has very good instincts on things. When she needs a piece of advice, she knows where to go. She also trusts Grillby a lot. He was the captain of the guard during the war, and even if they lost sight of each other while she was in the Ruins, Grillby is still a very good advisor, and he's not judging. He's loyal to Toriel, even though he's retired as a soldier. They're really close on the Surface.
Undertale Undyne - Alphys. Even though she exaggerated a lot of things before they started to date to impress her, since they are a couple, they rely on each other entirely and trusts the other blindly. She also believes Papyrus blindly on things. Turns out it's not always as bad as he pretends he is, but she cares about him too much to ignore him when he wants her to check something. She's actually frustrated Papyrus doesn't think she is trustworthy enough to confess to him when he's sad or angry, but she knows she lied to him a lot. She's trying to be better now that they're on the Surface.
#undertale#sans#papyrus#toriel#undyne#undertale ask blog#undertale asks#undertale imagines#undertale headcanons#character building event
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what if there was like. an undertale/isat crossover AU
I am going to take this as a "Frisk ends up in ISAT/Siffrin ends up in Undertale".
(ISAT spoilers up to Act 6 including the secret).
So, Frisk in ISAT. First of all, Frisk is a child so the party isn't going to let them fight. Not that Frisk really wants to fight anyway, they're happy taking snack duty with Bonnie. If Siffrin is still around I can definitely see Frisk as not knowing what is going on but wanting to comfort Siffrin anyway but in the way they pour water on Undyne at Hotland. Frisk has a candy in their pocket and every loop they give it to Siff on the third floor sort of thing. They do this even if they are also looping Frisk is just like that. Now, if Frisk is the one looping and Siffrin isn't there that would be... fun. Especially if Loop is still as they are in canon. They would be wondering what this Small Child came from and what their deal is. They weren't here before. Frisk doesn't know either they fell down a hole and ended up here. A fun little bonus would be Chara also coming along to narrate. Chara and Loop would be fun.
Now. Siffrin in Undertale. He is not having a good time. Let's just say they're aware of the resets and take them as loops for this. In the first few he remains neutral, they're used to fighting on the road but only fights when he can't get away per Toriel's request (let's say that maybe Siff is too used to his old combat rules... maybe they wouldn't think to spare Toriel at a certain point. At least the first time but then Papyrus spares HIM and that's when they realise. That could even be when reset 1 happens because Siffrin just can't go on knowing this). Then after countless attempts at this is when the genocide route comes into play. Genocide route Siffrin is Siffrin at his worse and the underground knows (so sort of like Act 5). Yes Siffrin struggles at Sans and they probably view the guy as similar to the King by the end as the guy he NEEDS to defeat because why else would it be this hard. Then Chara appears and the world is erased and he's back. At that point Siffrin is too tired and that's when it finally clicks that sparing everything is how the game is played down here. Idk, Siffrin is very stubborn when it comes to things, they're certain that when the adventure ends everything ends for example, they view fighting as a way to survival since they don't really remember anything else. Of course if he is going through this with Frisk it's definitely different because he has to look after a child they don't want them to see all that unless absolutely necessary. Also they keep getting upset whenever he even mentions fighting. Pacifist route probably happens first try in that case.
Oh also there's a lot to say about Siffrin and Flowey/Asriel. For Siffrin to go through all of that only to be met with a kid who basically echoes how he feels about their family (don't leave me I won't let you leave me). Yeah. Especially if this is an universe where ISAT still happens and then Siff goes to the underground. He gets it. Also Siffrin interacting with Chara would be great it would be like of Loop commentated on every single thing Siff did all of the time but instead of a star it's this ghost child that started following them when he fell down here.
#it has been a while since i thought about undertale apologies#isat spoilers#< please. acknowledge that. there are so many spoilers#in stars and time#undertale#siffrin#frisk#bagel rambles#i don't feel fully confident in this grah. oh well i may come back to this maybe. don't hold me to that
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UT fic recs? For the poor and bad at fic searching
world comes pouring through - (1.6k words, Gen)
Alphys reunites with some old friends on the way home from taking care of business.
Really good Alphys character study. One of those fics you could slot into canon with next to no resistance.
White Crayon - (9k words, Gen)
Despite living in Snowdin for months, Papyrus still feels like an outsider. An invisible barrier stands between him and the sense of community he craves. His brother tells him to be patient, but Papyrus would rather take matters into his own hands. Sans tries his best to understand.
Pre-canon, pre confidence spike Papyrus centric. Good angst and bros miscommunicating. Struck a bit close to home tbh. Seeing Papyrus before his bravado might be a bit jarring, but the interactions between the brothers more than made up for it to me personally. I really, REALLY enjoyed the way Sans is written here. Biscia stamp of approval.
the whirlwind world of on-line e-love - (1k words, Gen)
“My idea! My amazing idea. It is very amazing. Has your kinglitudeness ever heard of—”
Papyrus paused, then beckoned Asgore close. When he drew near, bony phalanxes were cupped at his ear, and Papyrus said in a dramatic stage whisper: “Have you ever heard of dating?”
I'm not sure if the author is ever going to turn this into a full fledged story, but even as a vignette it is extremely fucking funny.
When Life Hands You Enantiomers - (2.7k words, T)
Alphys has a half-finished tile maze puzzle, reams of useless data, and a bunch of piranhas that can't tell the difference between lemon and orange scent.
Sans has donuts.
Can't believe i only just recently discovered this one. Some of the most well-written Sans and Alphys friendship shenanigans I've ever seen.
Welcome to Night Tale - (5.7k words, unrated)
Welcome to Night Vale.
Today's top story: a community of monsters have joined our town as our newest residents.
Probably my favorite crossover fic idea of all time. Formatted like a WTNV episode, has segments both with AND without the monsters. Marked as incomplete (I'm assuming the author wants to eventually add new vignettes) but the final chapter is a special segment about Chara, Frisk and Flowey that is so flooring and clever it ties the entire work together perfectly either way.
#answered asks#this being my catch as i reach the *checks hand* 165th page of out 2767 in the main ut fandom tag on ao3. in reverse alphabetical order#underfic#undertale#alphys#papyrus#sans#ur welcome
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us! chara my sassy lost child
my own interpretation of underswap:
us! chara:
chara replaces frisk so they're now the 8th fallen child. they retain some key characteristics of their og/ut version though (dislikes humanity, has a soft spot for nicer monsters). i heavily see chara as a sassy, firecracker and trouble making child <3
personally, i think of ut! chara as an entity similar to flowey - they have no soul and can't really "feel" love and compassion. depending on what route you as the player takes, they go along with the ride. their beliefs and goals rely on how much exp/lv you've earned. i think of them as a pretty chill souless kid
us! sans:
im not a fan of infantilizing us! sans (honestly this applies to all "papyrus-types"). like chara, he retains some characteristics of his og version. he likes puns (and loves annoying his younger brother with them), a sciency type, and LOVES greasy food ("sans, for the last time, stop buying grillby's overpriced food"). most noticeable difference with his undertale counterpart is that he's a bit more active & more or less has his shit together a lot more than ut! sans.
you can actually die in his boss fight unlike og papyrus. he's aware of what "capturing humans" entail, & he's not really a fan of the whole killing children thing. but y'know, monsterkind just.. needs one more soul don't they? like og papyrus bossfight, you just need to tire him out before he goes "YOU KNOW WHAT, I CAN'T KILL A KID" & spares you.
(if you die thrice in his bossfight, he'll see your expression & just lets you go. he's unnerved & thinks chara's expression will haunt him for the rest of his life)
he can actually make edible food & is popular with snowdin's residents. he has the qualifications to join the royal guard, he just chooses not to. alphys approves of him and would gladly accept him into the team, but eh - he's content with being an unofficial member.
acquaintances with alphys. you could have considered them friends a.. long time ago, but the past is the past. the best big brother - cares deeply for papyrus and his severe lack of friends. pushes the human to hang out w/ him & papyrus (instead of a date).
us! papyrus:
following the trend of retaining some of the og's traits, papyrus can't cook very well. he's slightly above the category of being capable of burning water. he's talented when it comes to making and constructing puzzles - a great engineer tbh. papyrus still has the racecar bed & has dreams of driving one on the surface.
and for the record, he doesn't smoke - it's a lollipop. he's also anxious and socially awkward - guy's got ZERO friends (okay im exaggerating, he does have at least TWO). nevertheless, he's a loser and i love him; a certified babygirl.
similar to ut's events, paps makes a promise to a man behind the ruins' door to guide the human who passes through, and he intends to keep it. unlike ut! sans who tends to watch over the human from a distance (& occassionally intersects with their journey), papyrus is a bit more involved. he keeps chara company during some sections of snowdin/hotland & likes to keep check on them by calling on the cellphone.
although papyrus is lazier and more easy going than ut! papyrus, he's just as compassionate & kind. during his fight's first phase in genocide, he tries to force the human to give up and rethink their ways. his attacks generally consist of blue attacks - a defense; to push you back. he doesn't like the idea of killing someone (even if that someone happened to be the one who killed your brother and all your friends), but if the human does happen to die - it can't be helped.
if you spare him, you don't get dunked on dw. he'll let you off the fight but doesn't allow you to proceed any further. he'll keep blocking your way — the only way to get past him is to kill him. as a result, his bossfight is a lot easier than ut! sans, but still very difficult. when the second phase happens (you attack him when he spares you), he pulls all stops & tries to full on kill you fr.
on a lighter note, he's bffs with undyne. they construct wild and destructive experiments. BESTIES(tm) IN EVERY UNIVERSE <33
(that's all there is for now.. i have plans for the others but i'll post them in due time)
#eurydiceryn#my work#my art#undertale#underswap#sans#papyrus#chara#my underswap#underswap sans#underswap papyrus#underswap chara
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New "Murphy's Law" arc started!
Murphy's law = anything that can go wrong will go wrong.
More story under the cut.
CW: blood and body horror (?)
-Today my classic self called me, the one everyone calls "Wiz".
He wanted to meet me in private.
-He said that... after all I'm better than him.
-I did many mistakes in my life.
When my timeline was still affected by resets, before... Flowey started using them to torture me, I spent those time loops doing "social experiments".
-I called them that, but it was just me doing somethin' stupid to see the reaction of passersby. I was very bored.
-But no, my other self went more far. Now he started real experiments on other monsters, and not always safe ones.
This is not part of his job, no, he's having FUN doing THIS!
-This disgusting creature is becoming just like him.
-I couldn't stand the stupid smirk of my doppelganger.
I- I c-couldn't stand the idea of me and him being the same person.
...
I probably got carried away... even though I told Sci I would never try to hurt my other self Wiz again.
-Yet he kept smiling.
I can't stand him, I can't stand him, I CAN'T stand him.
-I needed someone to talk to, but I couldn't let my friends see me!
I was too disgusted by him, by... myself to let them see me.
And they couldn't know that I beaten him after what happened with Hacker!Error 505...
-Basic found Alex's body a few weeks ago in the Waterfall dump of an AU. When I found out I decided to heal her and hide her from Sci's jealousy.
I love him, but I can't let him see her. I just want them both to be ok...
-I took Alex to my house to talk to her privately, but... my brother saw me, and he was holding his corpse.
-I used a special material to keep the corpse from rotting and hid it in my pillowcase until now.
When I killed him it wasn't enough for me, I NEEDED to see his corpse, KNOW that he's DEAD and that he won't come back ever again!
-I started to panic, too many things were happening all at once.
1) What my disgusting doppelganger did, and that I beaten him.
2) Papyrus saw Alex in my arms, what if he were to tell Sci she's alive?
3) And now everyone would find out that I killed Flowey.
This is a problem, because everyone tried to convince me that "I'd be as bad as Flowey if I had to get my revenge".
...This is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
-But my friends would abandon me if they knew all this!
This thought was drilling into my skull.
-Papyrus did his best to calm me down, but I couldn't stop crying, I couldn't ignore that sense of guilt and fear inside of me.
I failed everyone...
-I thought I was hopeless once more.
AND I WASN'T WRONG.
-When I realized Frisk hadn't been home in hours, I asked Papyrus where they were, and he said:
"Sans... Frisk left this morning to go at the castle... You know they were preparing to sacrifice themselves for us.
They couldn't wait anymore..."
-I rushed to the castle.
But Frisk... was... dead... sitting on the throne.
-Despite everything their pale, bleeding corpse was still smiling...
-I brought the body to Asgore's house, there HAD to be something I could do to save them!!
-But... there wasn't...
-Asgore found me in his kitchen, I was completely out of me. I was so angry at him.
-Yet he spoke to me with a kind smile...
He told me the barrier is now broken. He freed the human souls, but one wanted to stay.
-Sadly Frisk's body is too damaged to keep the soul, but I'll find a way to give them a body back, and I'll also find a way to tell everyone my secrets.
-I'm sorry, old lady. I wasn't able keep your promise...
At least we can finally see the sun.
Sci's reactions to the truth ->
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Author note:
I wanted to specify that the new design is due to how much Hopeless doesn't want to look like Wiz anymore.
And yes, Wiz is canonically an anti-hero in Underwizard.
Speaking of the other characters' clothing, they have only changed their clothes due to the passage of time.
Papy modified Frisk's hoodie after it got damaged in a RP ♡
Thanks for reading this far, and sorry for any misspellings :'3
#cw: blood#cw: body horror#scheduled post#my art#undertale#undertale au#utmv#underwizard#uw alternative timeline#uw hopeless timeline#sans#hopeless uw!sans#uw!sans#papyrus#hopeless uw!papyrus#flowey#hopeless uw!flowey#frisk#hopeless uw!frisk#asgore#hopeless uw!asgore#the roleplayed timeline#Murphy's law arc#Rip Frisk TnT#°Rewind by SharaX starts playing°
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Am I the only one who thinks that maybe Chara was controlled by us? The player? Because during the story, Chara is all the sudden good? they are now a skelton and Asriel is back as well. What is the cause of that? Why is Chara all the sudden good? Is there a plot twist waiting to happen? I'm sorry I watched Miamouse's videos and this was in my head for a while. I might have to watch them again. Lol.
Chara wasn't suddenly turned good. They've changed wildly over the course of their life and un-life and re-life. But the change was never all at once. It was a series of large and small shifts. It was like...
Before falling underground: Humanity is cruel and horrible and I no longer see the point in living.
After falling underground: Monsters are good and wonderful and I would do anything to help them. Also, the only way monsters can live in peace is if all of humanity was killed off first. Asriel doesn't get it now, but he'll understand when he sees their cruelty firsthand.
After dying: Asriel betrayed me. Asgore is a murderer now, and Toriel has forgotten about both me and Asriel. I realize now that both humans and monsters are equally messed up. I'm so upset.
Frisk first appears: Oh! A person who am somehow connected to. They're naive and helpless. They'll clearly die without my help. I'll help them fight for their survival.
Genocide Run Happens: *EXP-induced manic murdermode happens*
After Genocide Run: Wh-What? h- ...What the hell's going on??? Frisk! How dare you! (Frisk suddenly can't hear them) Stop ignoring me!!
After Pacifist Run: I now realize that there is a small but not insignificant chance that I'm wrong. I also respect Frisk now because of all they accomplished. So I will not reset the timeline. In fact I will make sure nobody ever resets the timeline again.
Red Echoes: Ah! Frisk! We meet again! Time for you to stop running from the reality of what happened in the Genocide Run. I fully expect this to break you. Oh wow now Sans is here. Well I'll just possess him cause I can do that now. This is a great idea I won't quickly come to regret AAAAAA!!! Okay Frisk, that was weird, but I think it's only a matter of time before you realize I'm right and the world sucks. It didn't work with Asriel but I think it'll work with you because..... Hey why is Flowey talking like Asriel? I hate that! I'm leaving!
Goopster Arc: So we're connected to another world for the time being. I'm going to find my other self and compare notes. They brought Lucida back to life, so maybe I can come back to life too? That's what I'm secretly hoping anyway. I'm also still shook because of Flowey acting weird.
MWSIH!Chara: You're an idiot and I'm embarrassed on your behalf. Asriel's soul is inside yours and you don't even notice you dumbass cringefail.
Maverick Appears Arc: Now another Asriel is here. I had a conversation with him and now I'm realizing how deeply I miss Asriel. Oh well, my new Calalied persona is prepared and now I'll be able to secretly hang with Frisk and........??? profit.....?? Anyway I'm definately doing this for an evil plan and not because I secretly want to be a normal kid who goes to school and has friends. >.>
Drunk Chara Arc: Another me. Time to compare notes again. ...Wait now they're unknowingly confronting me about my insecurities. Time to fall back into my old pattern of being scary and threatening! How dare they act like they're better than me! ......Okay now I'm reliving my deep dark traumas. .......Okay now I'm pretty certain that I'm an actual piece of garbage. I wish I could just forget it all...
Monsterland Arc: Hi I'm Calalied, a skeleton with no trauma. :D ...................................... Wait ....... Oh ... Nevermind I remembered the trauma again. ........ASRIEL???
Now: Okay, looking back at all that, I've come to the conclusion that people are actually a mix of bad and good. I've been given a rare chance at a new life, and I don't want to waste it. So I'm going to try my best to be happy, and to not cause harm to the people around me. Sans will probably never forgive me, and I'm frankly scared of him, but I also don't really blame him. But at least Asriel's here. I'm very happy about that.
...And that's the progression of Chara. XD
-TQ
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its 6 in the morning and ive been up all night so now u all have to listen to me be insane about flowey. anyway i really really love how undertale portrays flowey’s trauma as i’ve said plenty of times before but the thing that’s getting me today is how well it touches on the subject of feeling trapped or stuck. he has this constant theme of isolation that’s extremely prominent to his whole character-- the only one who’s neither human nor monster, the only one capable of taking control, the only one who directly talks to you about your time shenanigans, the only one who’s. Like That. everything about his character sets him apart from everyone else and i love it so much. there’s several other characters who have a similar isolation theme going on (toriel, mad mew mew, alphys, etc) that parallel flowey’s loneliness, but he’s too stuck in his trauma to be able to see that he’s not alone. which makes a lot of sense!! trauma can leave someone feeling like no one else would Get It, especially the kind of grief flowey has been dealing with.
first, he wakes up as a flower. no one is there. he’s numb, and who knows how much time has passed. his mother has left. his father has killed six people he died to protect. chara is gone, and that’s really the biggest thing. the one person who he lived through that trauma with is gone. he’s literally alone with his memories of what happened. he sits there and has to question what’s real, probably replaying everything over in his head who knows how many times. and chara’s still gone. and oh, he can return things to the state where he first woke up-- and chara’s still gone. no matter how much he tries to go back, he’s trapped in the present. he has this distinct separation from his family, because his parents could never understand how he’s feeling, and the person who could is gone and isn’t coming back. when frisk fell, i’m sure he was just living through everything again. of course he tried to take their soul; it’s what chara would have wanted, right? it’s like this is his chance to make up for what he failed at in the past, and in a way he sees both himself and his sibling in frisk.
flowey’s situation in particular gives such a clear view into what ptsd is like. constantly reliving your trauma and looking at what could and can be done differently to prevent it from happening. waking up and suddenly realizing that so much time has passed, but you still feel the same way you did when it first happened. thinking that you have more control over everything than you really do, which leads to even more self blame about what happened. lashing out because of how lonely you feel, and realizing just how different you are from everyone else. frisk falling down forces flowey to realize that he’s not in control. he couldn’t have controlled chara’s actions or thoughts, and he can’t control everything else, no matter how much he wants to or think he can.
i think a lot about how flowey could have just let everything go on. he didn’t have to keep resetting, and yet he did. because he can’t accept that he’s living in a world where he won’t always know what’s happening next and how to perfectly lead everything to the happy end that he wants. so instead he chooses to live in a loop because at least he knows what will happen. he says it’s boring and that he has to know everything that will happen because he’s bored, but it’s likely because of his Various Control Issues born from his ptsd. when he’s given the time to properly grieve and show that he can be understood, it’s like he can finally accept what happened in his childhood, and that he had no control over chara. he’s been stuck in this weird limbo of feeling like he knows better than everyone else, and that everything that happens hinges on him and his decisions. that kind of thinking and his isolation definitely lends to how he has a hard time viewing people as people, which further throws him into his isolation.
i really like that the true pacifist end allows him to say goodbye to his past and chara and to finally get out of this pit he’s been stuck in, metaphorically and literally lol. i’ve never seen anything else portray that specific kind of grief as well as undertale has and i appreciate it so much cuz it’s a very lonely thing to live through. i think kekkai sensen, live a live, and omori handle grief in a similar way that undertale does, which i also really appreciate... it’s a very sensitive topic that toby has written extremely well and i’m so excited to see what he does with deltarune cuz his writing is just. always so good. i keep saying this but flowey feels so much like a traumatized burnt out gifted kid who tried to go to college and immediately dropped out cuz he completely freaked out when he realized everything was just gonna continue happening and chara still isn’t there i need someone else to understand this i am begging. i hope this post is at least mildly coherent <3 i love flowey hes my Big Favorite
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7/OCT/20XX
visiting tori today to apologize for.. probably being annoying while drunk.
pretty sure i wrote in my journal that day, but i can't bring myself to read it.
"Good morning, Sans!"
"...nice shirt."
"I was in need of another Halloween-y shirt, so it is just perfect!"
"..Is it depicting what I think is?"
"unfortunately."
"Hehehe! I like it anyways."
"Maybe even more?"
[Aggressive scribbling blocks out a line of text.]
"oh, uh, papyrus wanted me to bring you these as thanks for taking care of me. and, as an apology of sorts."
i handed her a plastic wrapped plate of cookies.
"What for? I am enjoying the shirt, if that's-"
"being all up in your fur yesterday."
[The next sentence had a question mark written then scribbled out next to it.]
"That was an intentional choice I made. Do not apologize-"
"figuratively."
"Oh!"
"...Why do you think you were a bother?"
"honestly ...the last thing i remember was you taking me home. no idea what i was like."
"How.. how much longer were you conscious for? I thought you had passed out in my arms.."
"is that look on your face related to the purple i woke up with on mine?"
"I did not expect it to stick.."
"must've been drunker than you thought."
"..Would you have attested, were you awake?"
"huh? you'd kiss a skeleton while 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳?"
"But would you kiss a goat?"
"you're a real freak, kissin' bones."
"Yet you do not deny any goat-kissing."
"Do you only kiss goats while under the influence?"
[Starts of sentences are written beside the quote, but scribbled out to the point of being intelligible.]
"...did i?"
toriel watched my face carefully, but i couldn't tell what she was looking for.
"If I said didn't mind.. would you still be so worried?"
"why wouldn't 𝘆𝗼𝘂 be?"
"What do you-"
"nevermind."
"what're you up to today?"
"I have yet to plan anything. Would you like to come inside?"
".. where's the kiddo?"
"They are out with Flowey at the moment, so it is just us."
she clapped her hands together.
"Ah! Perhaps you would like to watch a movie with me?"
"sure. what've you got?"
movie boxes clacked softly against as toriel sorted through a drawer on the tv stand. the drawer was dusty, but the movies looked like new.
"Papyrus told me you are into old horror flicks. Do you have a favorite?"
"i'm the guest, so you can just pick whatever you want."
"Is it not the opposite, usually?"
"which one's your favorite?"
Tori looked at the movies for a second, then grabbed one with a cat on the cover.
"..This movie!"
"that's a dark one. kinda shocked you like it."
curious to see what else she had, i started poking around in the drawer as well.
"good pick though."
"...Oh! Sans, what are you going as for Halloween?"
"dunno. why do you ask all of a sudden?"
"I did not see you do anything but write in your journal the whole time everyone was making their costumes."
"probably not going as anything. don't think asgore's dressing up either."
"... Let's find you a costume."
——
"Hehehe! Do a twirl!"
"...not sure this is helping."
"What, you would not like to go as a pretty princess?"
"it doesn't even latch in the back. totally uncouth for a princess."
instead of watching movies, i somehow ended up being dressed like a doll.
"i'm gonna snap this thing in half."
"This one seems like it would fit better!"
she held up an even frillier dress, this time in yellow.
"You would be the 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 of the ball!"
her excitement made it impossible to refuse.
"definitely feeling like a dress-up doll."
"You are pretty like one!"
"can't say i've ever been called pretty before."
"You are pretty to me."
"jeez, this zipper-"
"..Are you alright?"
with a loud snap, suddenly i had a zipper pull in my hand.
i could hear her try and cover her laughter.
"A- Are you stuck?"
"welp. the zip broke right off,"
toriel tried not to laugh as i opened the door, still stuffed into a cheap yellow costume dress.
"so i guess i'm just a princess now."
"I'm sure there's 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 way to get it off. Let me see the back."
"how old are these?"
"I think we have had them since our first Halloween on the surface. I bought so many out of excitement, but Frisk has grown too quickly to put many to use."
"no wonder the thing's fallin' apart on me."
"It's... quite stuck. I'm not sure I will be able to get the zipper back open without tearing."
"I could lift it over your head?"
"..yeah, ok."
holding my arms up, tori grabbed the bottom of the dress.
"Ready?"
"go for it."
nearly toppled from the force, but it definitely came off.
"...I like the stripes!"
"staring's not very nice."
i covered her eyes with my hands.
"these bones n boxers are viewed for a price."
"And what would that price be?"
"a marital ceremony."
"..or twenty bucks. maybe just a few drinks."
"Your standards are awful!"
tori keeping her eyes closed this time, i closed myself in her bathroom to put on 𝘮𝘺 clothes this time.
"This dress has quite the tear now."
"sorry. big-boned, y'know?"
"More likely was that I may have pulled too hard."
"just that eager to get my clothes off, huh?"
"It is sounding like you want to get stuck in another dress."
"might as well just run 'em straight into the shredder at that point; pretty sure that wasn't the first one to end up with a hole in it."
"Frisk would probably not mind either way; they were never a dress person."
"But now there is someone I can buy all sorts of cute ones for!"
"at least a size up next time, ok?"
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Stupid Rambling/theory I guess
Kris and their Soul
Something that I don’t think I’ve ever seen discussed when analyzing Kris’ behavior in deltarune is that, when Kris removes their soul from their body, they gain full control of their body yes, but it might be at the expense of their compassion
What if, when Kris is soulless, we assume that they are similar to Flowey in Undertale. They are incapable of feeling (or find it extremely difficult to feel) compassion for others. The rules might work differently, but the soul is still referred to as “the font of our compassion” in Deltarune’s world (although in context this is just speculation, not a hard fact)
That’s not to say Kris is a bad person, I think it’s the exact opposite. I think Kris is inherently good natured, but I think a lot of their more out there behavior might make more sense if you consider the idea that some of those decisions might have been made when they lacked their soul.
I think a good example is the intermission between Chapters 1 and 2
In between Chapters 1 and 2, Kris remorselessly eats the entire pie that Toriel left out to cool for them to share
But then, not even ten seconds later, if you make Kris take five dollars out of Asriel’s dresser drawer, five dollars that have probably been sitting there for months and clearly doesn’t mean all that much, Kris feels so bad about it that the language makes explicit that they are reluctant to do this and intend to pay Asriel back
But then, Kris later slashes the tires on Toriel’s car.
The key difference between these 3 actions though, is whether or not Kris is in possession of their soul
We don’t know why or how Kris knows what to do when they remove their soul, but a common theme is that the actions they take are actions that require a lack of compassion. Kris is not the kind of person who would slash their mother’s tires under normal circumstances, but if they are incapable of caring, that changes.
And I think this logic can apply to other strange things about Kris’ behavior.
My personal belief at current is that Kris, for some reason, has been living without a soul for a very long time. Maybe their entire life prior to Deltarune.
Noelle, despite being so close to Kris that they know each other better than anybody, repeatedly comments that she doesn’t even know if she and Kris are even friends.
Kris has apparently never even said it out LOUD before
Without a soul, maybe Kris was just unable to understand why that would be important to mention. Maybe because of their lack of a soul, despite how close the two became, Kris could never truly connect with Noelle on an emotional level. They couldn’t FEEL for her, no matter how much they tried.
Kris is also repeatedly surprised whenever Susie assumes that they don’t like her.
Kris is never scared of Susie’s threats, and might have just assumed they were playing around.
Kris might have not even realized that Susie was trying to hurt them. If they’re the kind of person who has trouble feeling or understanding empathy (without their soul, I mean) Susie’s words might not have had any impact on them. They just. Didn’t understand. They COULDN’T understand.
At the end of chapter 2’s weird route, the thing that Noelle distinctly points out as the most abnormal thing about Kris’ behavior is that they keep visiting her dad in the hospital. Rudy himself is surprised that Kris came to visit him in the hospital.
It’s not as if Kris never visits the hospital, they do, very often in fact, to play the shitty piano
It is specifically going out of their way to see Rudy that’s strange. And I think it could be inferred that it’s strange for Kris to do this because that is an act of pure compassion.
Kris might just not have been able to understand why it would be important to visit Rudy in the hospital.
Before chapter 1, Kris seemingly doesn’t talk to anybody other than their mom, they don’t do much of anything except go to school and come back home, they don’t really have any friends, their side of the room is completely empty, not from neglect by their family but because Kris seemingly didn’t care to have anything at all.
A lot of people have wondered why Kris’ actions at the end of a normal and weird route are the same despite Kris clearly being horrified and afraid of the player’s actions, and I think the explanation is right there. They remove their soul before they take those actions. They have removed the part of themself that feels these things.
And I think Kris is slowly realizing that they don’t want to live this way anymore.
In Chapter 1, Kris is repeatedly described as looking bored, or like they don’t care. Their dialogue options are incredibly basic at best and distinctly annoyed sounding at worst. They give off the impression that they want all of this to be over as soon as possible.
But in Chapter 2, their responses are starting to become more playful, they’re becoming more personally expressive, they’re enjoying the time they’re spending with their friends.
And I don’t think Kris wants to have to choose between their compassion and their autonomy.
I think it’s important to remember that Flowey was initially so depressed from his inability to love or care about anybody that he tried to erase himself from the world.
I think this is one of the things that’s so scary for Kris. It’s not just about control, it’s about becoming whole again.
#deltarune#this doesn’t make any sense im sure#its mostly rambling#but idk#i think its important#it makes sense to me#kris#deltarune theory
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