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ama1gamates · 4 years

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theory:deltarune is one of gaster’s experiments

apologizing ahead of time if this is written in a disorganized manner, also the fact that i veer off topic a couple times to just talk about ways the games are related. its very difficult to organize my thoughts when there is so much to consider despite the fact that this is like my fourth time rewriting this (woops)

theory: deltarune is one of gaster’s experiments. like the entire thing is an experiment.

if you’ve never heard who gaster is in relation to undertale, you should probably look into that first because that’s what this entire thing is about. tldr; he was the royal scientist before alphys, fell into his own experiment and “died” or disappeared. he is presumaby sans’s and papyrus’s father or a part of the family (assuming that w.d. stands for wingdings going along with the whole “named after the font they talk in” thing, especially considering the fact that the journal 17 hidden room is written in wingdings). although we don’t exactly know when gaster is in the timeline of the backstory, we can assume he was hired as the royal scientist to figure out how to get them out of the underground. we can probably assume that he worked with determination, considering that the one time he is visible in the game he appears kind of drippy, like the fact that that’s exactly why amalgamates even happened in true lab. also, the determination extraction machine - was gaster’s. there are blueprints in sans’s workshop, written in a code that frisk cant understand, as well as a broken machine covered by a sheet; we’re assuming that’s an old determination machine and sans translated the blueprints for alphys (she even says in a journal entry “i used the blueprints”). if the “creation” gaster fell in wasn’t the core, it might have been this, because once again he appears all melty like the amalgamates or undyne when she dies. gaster’s appearances in undertale kind of seem like random easter eggs about a character from the past, but i’m not convinced it’s unimportant; in both deltarune and undertale you cannot name your character gaster, it just restarts the game.

now onto why i think deltarune is an experiment: when you download the game onto your computer, the file saves as “SURVEY_PROGRAM.exe” which actually scared me a little bc i was scared i just downloaded a virus, plus the fact that the license agreement when i was installing it said “YOU AGREE TO EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS FROM NOW ON” or something like that. terrifying! and once you open the game it does survey you, asking you to create a vessel and name it as well as yourself, unlike undertale where you only name the first fallen human, chara. plus there is someone that talks you through the whole intro asking you these things, which seems very separate from the narrator of everything else that happens in the game. and i think that this is how gaster was experimenting with human souls; when you die and when you save, the game doesn’t focus on determination like undertale does. (the flipside of this is alphys experimenting how to break the barrier with monster souls and determination).

MY BIGGEST REASON WHY I THINK THIS THOUGH: journal entry 17 from gaster. the entire thing is talking about a darkness growing stronger and cutting deeper, saying “i think this next experiment is going to be very very interesting.” THE ENTIRE PLOT OF DELTARUNE CHAPTER ONE IS RESTORING BALANCE TO THE WORLD BECAUSE OF A FOUNTAIN OF DARKNESS MAKING THE DARK WORLD GROW STRONGER.

it’s also just very Funny(tm) to me that undertale has the surface and the underworld, and that deltarune has the light world and the dark world. there’s just! a very specific! kind of parallel there! like someone might have based it off of the concept of having a surface world and a world underneath!

one other fun thing: clam girl, a rare-appearance npc, talks about her neighbor “suzy” and how the protag should meet her. and once you talk to her, if you go to sans’s workshop, one of the drawers contains a poorly drawn photo of three smiling people the protag doesn’t recognize that says “don’t forget”. but only if you talk to clam girl! also goner clam girl, an even rarer npc, says that u never met suzy but the time to do so is “fast approaching.” i just think it’s interesting ;)))

about kris: i’m thinking that the soul kris out at the end is the player’s? maybe that’s a common theory, idk it probably is. like gaster just chose a human on the lightener world and said “here you go! here’s a soul! have fun being my experiment!” and this soul has more determination than kris; i saw this pointed out in a video, but the first time you play the game and you get to the first save point, you literally overwrite a save file under the name “kris.” in undertale, only the person with the most determination has the ability to save, which is why the only time flowey could save is when he had six human souls in his control, so we can assume the player has more determination than kris. also the fact that kris literally doesn’t emote at ALL the entire game, to me that makes it rlly clear that the soul they rip out is Not Good.

of course i don’t have all the answers! and this isn’t without holes, because yeah our information about gaster is limited and we only have one chapter of deltarune. something i realized today though: in undertale when you read the signs in waterfall, the last one mentions an angel who has seen the surface, presumaby asriel, come will back to free them all (which does happen in true pacifist!) the only other time an angel is mentioned in undertale is when you talk to gerson about the delta rune emblem; apparently the other bleaker take on the angel is an angel of death who’s a harbinger of destruction. SO ITS REAL INTERESTING I THINK that in the deltarune prophecy, it mentions that when the trio restores balance, they will “banish the angel’s heaven?” and somehow even after we closed the fountain (which btw i’m not convinced it worked) we don’t know what that means or what it’s referring to. but if we’re going off of the thought that undertale’s “angel” is asriel...... we bring in the theories about ralsei and asriel having something to do with each other, considering their names being anagrams and looking somewhat similar. also the fact that theyre probably related and asriel will make an appearance in the game in the future makes me nervous about that. THIS COULD BE A THING! WHO KNOWS. just wanted to point it out as well even though i don’t think it has anything to do with gaster.

ANYWAYS THIS IS A MESS but those are my thoughts on the ways that undertale and deltarune are related!!! and if anyone wants to add their thoughts feel free, i’m open to discussion

#undertale #deltarune #god damn #gaster #w.d. gaster #kris deltarune #asriel dreemurr #ralsei #delta rune #i tried proofreading and god my adhd brain says NO READ. ONLY WRITE #so i apologize if i messed something up lol

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determinationisnotcrash · 5 years

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Gasterblastober Prompt 3: A Moment of Fear

This takes place in my variant of the Blaster AU (in other words, on the Surface one year and a bit after Undertale), shortly after the situation with Wingdings Gaster was resolved.

When dressing up for Halloween with Asriel, Papyrus (in the ‘horned skeleton’ partial Blaster form he’s stuck in) causes the goat to flash back to one of his worse Resets.

In it, a feral GB!Papyrus gives Flowey a cruel and unusual, but entirely deserved death. As such, content warnings apply for extreme violence. And JoJo references.

For Gasterblastober, which is by @gbpack-discord

Papyrus’ House

The horned skeleton let his classmate in, bony tail wagging with excitement in preparation for all the delicious treats they would get. No matter how old they were, they were never too old to go trick-or-treating! Asriel in particular had to make up for six years’ worth of missed treats!

“What are you dressed as, Asriel?”

The self-proclaimed God of Hyperdeath puffed his chest out proudly as he spun around, revealing the Sword of Luck and Pluck attached to the sleeveless blue tank top with shoulder pads to make his slender frame appear bigger. “Jonathan Joestar, of course! I had no idea how to dress, considering, y’know, I’m already a monster. Alphys gave me the suggestion!”

His friend was enthusiastic, but… a bead of sweat slid down Papyrus’ skull. “It’s Halloween, not a cartoon cosplay convention. Why don’t you go in your robes as the God of Hyperdeath?”

Asriel face went so red, if the lights were switched off, Papyrus swore it would illuminate the room. “R-reasons. Anyway, what’re you going as?”

“Glad you asked~ The Great Papyrus is in casual clothes before you now, but soon, you shall be amazed, as he transforms into a bone dragon knight! It’s as radical as it is cost-effective! With my Blaster-like mutations, and everything. All I really needed to design were the armour, helmet, and wings.”

Even after all this time, he still had no idea why he had Blaster-like features now. But horns, paw-like feet, claws, and a tail were unobtrusive enough from his daily life, so there wasn’t really any reason to go investigating. Especially with his final year of high school around the corner.

He ran into his room, disappearing from Asriel’s sight, then returned wearing armour. “The armour is customised Royal Guard armour-” The skeleton turned around, revealing the very mobile wings, “the wings are courtesy of Alphys’ assistance, and most importantly of all…!” Papyrus plonked the helmet he was holding on his head.

At the completed look, Asriel went as still as a statue. A Gasterblaster-like helmet…!? The design brought to mind the lower points of his Resets. Given how awful his Resets past the first few were, that was really saying something. Out of the entire Underground, the most terrifying one of all wasn’t Sans, but…

***

Flowey dodged a rain of sharpened bone attacks, but the moment he thought he avoided it, his enemy made them change course, homing in and piercing through him. “Blugh…!” Blood spewed from his mouth and vines.

This was marginally better than the last hundred times – then, he had been torn apart by claws and fangs outright! This was frustrating! This ‘boss’ wasn’t something he could defeat once ‘triggered’!

He could easily take Papyrus in his ‘base form’ and kill him as easily as an infant, but once he started mutating, it was the end! But there wouldn’t be any achievement unless he killed him as that bone demon creature!

Papyrus’ face had pushed out into a vicious muzzle, filled with razor-sharp teeth. His gloves and boots had been shredded by cruel claws, whereas the remnants of his battle body hung off him. The hellbeast he had become looked like a cross between a skeletal werewolf and a dragon – still vaguely humanoid, but the resemblance to the person he once was ended there.

Flowey had a secret weapon, too: DT he stole from Alphys’ lab. He couldn’t steal the souls from Asgore, but with this…!

A surge of power and pleasure coursed through his body as he grew to enormous size, dwarfing the freshly mutated bone dragon. Green (but otherwise human) hands appeared, forming finger guns. From the ends of the digits, missiles launched out!

Papyrus leaped out of the way and dashed across the walls of New Home on all fours, trying to evade the missiles. But Flowey knew his exact movements – this ‘script’ he had experienced before!

The beast jumped to the Judgement Hall, unintentionally scattering the dust of his older brother. The moment his paws made contact with the floor, the foundation shattered! Barbed vines wrapped around him, constricting him like a vice. A gasp escaped its jaws, as they tightened further.

Flowey brought his face up to where the skeleton was suspended, leaning towards him, his face mere millimetres away from Papyrus’. “I’m the one who’s the Player here. You’re just a stupid NPC.”

Papyrus opened his maw, as if to answer, but then bit down on the flower. Hard. Flowey mentally cursed. Of all the stupid things he forgot to account for! The flower screamed and dropped him to the ground, before falling to the floor himself. Papyrus pinned the flower’s face down with a claw, causing a further screech of pain.

The DT leaked out of him, Papyrus lapping it all up with a blue magic tongue. Drool seeped out of his maw as he hungrily continued to consume the substance, tearing up Flowey’s vines with his free claws to obtain more.

The dragon’s body shuddered and grew as he took in more and more of the substance, the remnants of his battle body all but exploding off as he became more and more draconic.

With his elongating neck, he continued to methodically rip open every last part of Flowey and extract the substance within, dagger-like teeth and claws easily piercing his ‘skin’ as painfully as possible. The turquoise substance his tongue left on the flower burned like acid.

Then, once Papyrus had drawn all he could from the flower… stuffed the soulless creature into his jaws. Slowly, but surely, the jaws started to compress – letting the flower know exactly how he was going to die, and just how excruciating it would be.

Out of every possible timeline he had encountered, and ever would… Flowey had never been more scared in his life. Then and there, the flower learned the true meaning of fear.

***

“ASRIEL!”

The splash of ice-cold water snapped the former prince back to reality.

Papyrus, his helmet removed, laughed in relief. “Thank God…! You were staring into space for ages! I thought I would have to use a 23rd bucket!”

“Haha… sorry, you really were terrifying.” Asriel’s chuckle was nervous, but deep down, he was pleased.

Such a situation no longer had the potential to occur. Resets and anything associated with them were no longer possible. Thanks to their achievements, this world was free from the curse of Determination. No one would treat real people’s lives like a worthless game. Papyrus would stay as Papyrus.

The horned skeleton in question bowed his head in apology. “I’m sorry for frightening you – this costume is clearly too much. I should donate it to a horror house later. But…” He stroked his bifurcated jaw. “What can I go as last-minute…?”

A mischievous smile crossed Asriel’s face. “I have an idea…”

***

“So cool, mister…!”

“Do it again, do it again!”

“As you wish, here we goooo…!” Another twirl of Papyrus’ head, and the top hat went spinning through the air again, drawing a cheer out of the crowd of children who gathered around him. It drew an arc, before landing right where it was earlier. It didn’t have a razor like in the source material, but it was just as fancy and entertaining to use.

ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ

Suddenly, purple projected menacing symbols started hovering around the area – those weren’t illusions created by the atmosphere, they were actually 3D hologram projections! Papyrus and Asriel, turned around, and at the sight, they grinned. Looked like some people had the same idea for costumes…!

Mettaton, RG01, and RG02 were dressed in the fabulous Pillar Men outfits, each of them practically glowing with over-the-top fabulousness. No, wait, they were just literally glowing and sparkling. That was MTT™ bishounen sparkle spray for you!

At any rate, he decided to play along – Papyrus issued a very convincing “KYAAAAAAAAAA! They’ve awakeneeeeed!”

Asriel added onto that, “Even the Great Papyrus is afraid!”

#undertale #gasterblaster au #gasterblastober #gasterblaster papyrus #papyrus #flowey #asriel #my writing

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sleepyfan-blog · 5 years

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Cross and ink and a lot of fluff on a sleepover at dreams and nightmares scence nightmares turned good, and it wouldn't be completed without a jealous Error "Why won't you let him be mine" "It's not that he won't it's just that he doesn't want"

I hope that you enjoy! it’s under a cut bc it got a little long, haha

Oh and the fic I’m referring to is this

Warnings: uhh…. Unrequited love?

Dream beamed happily at Cross and Ink, stepping aside and gesturing for the two of them to come in. “I’m really glad that you two could make it! We’ve got everything set up in one of the cozier spaces in the castle.”

Cross nodded a little, a small smile appearing on his face as he walked in - he knew that after Nightmare had gotten uncorrupted (thank you, Reaper and Reapertale Gaster) and the pair of guardians had returned to the castle they’d been trying to renovate it, in order to make it less dreary and terrifying. The lighter colors and the more generous light fixtures really helped the section of the castle that Dream took the two of them down “It’s looking really good so far - I wouldn’t mind helping, if you don’t mind?” the monochromatic skeleton offered with a small smile.

Dream shrugged for a moment, a small smile appearing on his face “I’ll ask Nightlight - but I think it’s going to be one of the projects he’s going to be stubborn about… Besides, it’s not as if we’re pressed for time in order to fix up the castle, anyways.”

Ink nodded, a grin appearing on his face “I understand! Since Nightmare’s come back to his senses, the only person we really have to worry about is Error… And as the truce between myself and him has been holding steady for the past ten years, I’m pretty sure that he won’t suddenly start destroying things… Although I really do miss helping Creators make new AUs…” The creative guardian sighed, his shoulders slumping a little, his eye lights changing shape and colors rapidly.

Cross gently patted his boyfriend on one shoulder before hugging the other “I know that you do… But you’re been helping to restore dead and dying timelines, which is a great help, love…”

Ink perked up at that and his smile was back “You’re right! It’s.. It’s really nice to be able to breathe life into a destroyed timeline. And speaking of that…” He sent a significant look in Dream’s direction.

“I… Nightmare would like to focus on the two of us rebuilding this AU piece by piece as much as we can before asking for help.” Dream responded, knowing that look on Ink’s face and determined to head off a potential argument.

“Who all is here?” Cross asked curiously, changing the subject before Ink could dig in his heels about helping the emotive guardians repair their badly damaged Universe.

“So far apart from me and Night, you two and Error, funnily enough. He appeared on one of the couches three days ago, muttering something about the anti-void being too quiet and the voices bothering him a lot.” Dream murmured, his voice low and quiet “I’m not sure what that meant, but he felt very lonely as he said it. So he’s going to be at the sleepover. Stretch and Blue are helping Queen Toriel negotiate with the humans as they’ve hit a post-pacifist ending again and the human promised no more resets unless something genuinely awful happened.”

Dream paused for a moment before continuing “Sci and Red managed to catch the flu, so Edge is watching over them and scolding them for wandering out into the forests outside of Snowdin for too long. Hearts, Star and Classic have been dealing with things in their own timelines that have been causing a lot of problems and can’t make it… Color still doesn’t trust Nightmare so he’s dragged Killer, Dust and Hatchet off somewhere and they’ve been out of communications with the both of us for a week.”

“So it’s just going to be the five of us?” Ink prodded, one of his eye lights a yellow star, the other an orange square.

“Yep, unless one or more of the others suddenly calls for a pick up. But enough about all of that, how have you two been?” Dream asked brightly as the three of them entered Nightmare’s Library - the center area having been transformed into an epic blanket and pillow fort. The scent of hot cocoa, pizza, popcorn and cupcakes mingled pleasantly together.

Error was sulking up on top of a bookshelf, an exasperated but amused Nightmare standing beneath him as he said “-ot going to be comfortable up there, you know?”

“I don’t care! You should have warned me that you were going to be throwing some stupid partyyy…. Hi Ink, Boring Glitch.” Error huffed back, his eye lights focusing on the new arrivals - mostly on Ink. The other’s emotional aura shifting to-

Oh dear. Dream sent a brief glance at Nightmare, who nodded minutely and scratched one of his cheeks in a subtle gesture. They’d talk once the others fell asleep. That explained a few things - still, that wasn’t any reason to let such things fester! Dream clapped his hands together and asked, gently pushing his aura onto Error, Cross and Ink, lifting their moods “So, who’s up for a game?”

“Me!” Ink called out cheerfully.

“Sure…” Cross responded, curiosity filling his emotional aura.

“Do I have to?” Error grumbled, though the destructive skeleton had already teleported down near Nightmare. “So what game are we planning?”

“Spin the bottle: Truth or Dare Edition!” Dream answered with a bright grin, ignoring the exasperated frown and face palm this got from Nightmare.

“I… Am unsure what you mean by that?” Ink prompted “What are the rules?”

“It’s where we each take turns spinning a bottle. Whoever it lands on, you, the spinner ask whether they want to do a dare, tell a truth… Or if they don’t want to do the dare or tell the truth, you get to kiss them! Either on the cheek, forehead, teeth or hand.” Dream explained with a cheerful grin on his face.

Error was blushing bright yellow and his eye sockets started to fill with errors. Dream sighed as he sent a small pulse of his magic the other’s way, stabilizing his emotions and pulling the other from his imminent crash. Cross was a very fascinating shade of purple and was hiding as much of his face as he could in his scarf.

Ink’s eye lights were a yellow star and a green heart “That sounds like so much fun! I’m willing to play! What about you three? Or are you going to be cowardly?”

This prompted Error and Cross to answer at the same time “I’ll play!” determined expressions appearing on his face.

Nightmare sighed, face palming again and responded “I’ll play too. Let me get a bottle. You all should sit down and get comfortable. Do you want anything to eat or drink?”

Everyone shook their heads as Dream lead them to one of the blanket forts, and they crawled into the warm and cozy space, the colorful blankets and magical fairy lights providing diffused and ample light.

“Oh, and one more thing, we need to sit in a circle.” Dream instructed as the others sat around in a circle, making a space for Nightmare as the guardian of Negativity crawled in, an empty bottle in his hand. Nightmare set the bottle down in the space between all of them as Dream spoke up again “I’ll start, since I suggested the game.”

The others nodded (except for Nightmare, who was squinting at him a little) as Dream reached for the bottle and spun it with a quick turn of his wrist. It spun and spun, eventually stopping in front of Cross. Dream grinned a little “Truth, Dare or Kiss?”

“Uhh… What truth do you want to know about me?” Cross responded, having seen Dream’s mischievous side and not wanting to be stuck doing some silly dare right off the bat.

“Hmm…” Dream murmured, his eye lights turning into stars as a grin appeared on his face. He was about to respond when Nightmare cut in.

“Give the poor kid a chance to enjoy the game, would you? Stars above I know how merciless you can get at this game.” his other half cautioned him, turning ever so slightly purple.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nightmare. Cross, what was your reaction when you first realized that you were in love with Ink?” Dream asked, pouting a bit at Nightmare. There was no need to scare the others. He was just curious…

The blush on Cross’s face returned in full force “… I cursed myself for being so stupid, because it was back before Nightmare got his head screwed on straight and I was still working for him.” He spun the bottle and it landed on Error, who froze. “… Kiss, Truth or Dare?”

“… Truth.” Error responded after a pause, narrowing his eye lights at the other.

“… Why did you agree to the truce with Ink?”” Cross blurted out, before a look of panic scrawled across his face “I… I mean…”

“No, I’ll answer it. I was tired of fighting Ink all the time.” Error answered honestly, staring at the floor “… I had hoped that maybe I could have taken him up on the offer of becoming friends that he gave me long ago.” He spun the bottle and it landed on Nightmare “Your choice now.”

“Dare.” Nightmare responded without hesitation, curious as to what the other would have him do.

“I dare you to steal something from Fresh and bring it back here in less than five minutes.” Error answered quickly.

Nightmare raised a browbone, opened a portal, stretching a hand through it and pulling it back, a distant “Hey! Not cool, broski!” echoed through the portal as the negative spirit revealed that he’d grabbed Fresh’s hat “Done. My turn.” The bottle spun and landed on Dream, who grinned.

The positive spirit answered before Nightmare could even ask “Kiss!” and eagerly teleported into his other half’s lap, eagerly pressing a kiss to the other’s teeth. He nuzzled Nightmare’s neck a little after, leaning into his warmth and spinning the bottle, having it land on Ink “Soo…?”

Ink’s eye lights turned into blue and green question marks “Hmm… Dare me, Dream!”

“I dare you to steal some of G Sans’s cookies!” The positive guardian responded with a bright grin. “And come back within five minutes.”

The creative guardian huffed, rolling his eye lights “Fiiine. But if I get into a fight with that particular sleeping dragon, you’re helping.” Ink portalled off, returning three very quiet minutes later with a tin of butterscotch-cinnamon cookies. “Ta-da… My turn.” He spun the bottle and it landed on Error. “What’ll it be, Glitchy?”

Error paused for a little bit before eventually asking “Who do you want me to steal from? And by that I mean, what dare do you have for me?”

“Aww, Glitchy, everyone doing similar dares would be boring! No, I’ve got something else for you as a dare.” Ink pulls out a box out of his inventory “I want you to wear what’s in that box for ten minutes.”

Error squinted at him before growling “Fine, but if it’s really stupid, I reserve the right to ask for a truth instead.”

“Pff-hahaha, fine~!” Ink responded with a wave as the destructive skeleton teleported elsewhere to change.

Error came back a couple of moments later, squinting at Ink in suspicion as he came back wearing a black jacket that reached his knees and slowly turned to a navy blue at the hood. Beneath it was a long-sleeved red shirt and a bright blue scarf. He was also wearing what appeared to be a bunch of his navy blue strings as a sort of a cape “… This is comfortable and not weird. Why am I wearing this?” He was also wearing a pair of red-rimmed, circular glasses.

Dream and Nightmare both stilled as they stared at Error, their eye lights vanishing for a moment. They were suddenly holding hands and Dream was shaking ever so slightly.

“Ah-ah! You can only get the truth of that out of me if you manage to land the bottle on me.” Ink called out cheerfully, having not spotted either emotive guardians’ reaction to the alternate outfit.

Error grumbled and spun the bottle, and it landed on Cross “Your turn. Truth, Dare or Kiss?”

Cross squinted for a bit, wanting to get this over quickly - he’d seen Dream and Nightmare’s reaction to the outfit and wanted answers, damn it. “Kiss.” He grabbed one of Error’s hands and pressed a quick peck to the other’s knuckles, returned to his seat and spun the bottle, hoping that he’d spun it so that it would land on Nightmare and Dream. Sure enough, it did “Right, Truth or Dare, you two? And I’m guessing you both have to answer, since you’re in Nightmare’s lap, Dream?… Or Kiss, I suppose.”

“…” Nightmare and Dream glanced at one another briefly before staring at Cross and saying simultaneously “Kiss.” The both of them each pressed a light kiss to one of Cross’s cheeks, moving at the same time. Dream settled back into Nightmare’s lap after they did so, still visibly unsettled.

Nightmare flicked the bottle with one of his fingers, and the bottle spun to a stop on Ink “Kiss, Dare or Truth?”

“Hmm… Kiss, actually! A double smooch from the both of you looked like fun.” Ink answwered after a moment, grinning at how purple his boyfriend had gone. That had been very endearing to see.

Dream and Nightmare complied and Ink spun the bottle, it landing on Error. The Destructive skeleton answered before Ink could ask, his voice very quiet “… Kiss, squid…”

This took Ink and Cross by surprise, but not Nightmare nor Dream. Still, with a playful grin, the creative guardian made his way over to Error, pausing for a moment as he studied Error, leaning in close and pressing a light kiss to one of the other’s cheeks, purring lightly “Your turn, Glitchy~!”

Error seemed a little dazed as he fumbled for the bottle, and nearly hit it hard enough to break the glass container. It eventually came to a stop in front of a grumpy Cross “Truth, Dare, or Kiss?”

“Dare me, you grump.” Cross answered after a moment’s consideration.

“I dare you to do a cartwheel.” Error responded after a moment.

The highly athletic skeleton snorted, getting up and doing just that in front of the entrance to the blanket fort so that he didn’t knock it down. He spun the bottle and it landed on Ink “Truth, Kiss or Dare, love?”

“Hmmm… Truth, this time.” Ink decided with a warm smile.

“Why did you dress Error up in that outfit?” Cross asked curiously, watching Dream and Nightmare out of the corner of one of his eye sockets. Their reaction had been weird.

“Well… Because I’ve seen a different Error wear it and was curious to see what he’d look like in it.” Ink responded with a shrug. “And yes, this means that I’ve been to a different multiverse. Things were… Very different there. Although I suspect I’m not the only one who’s been there… Eh, Nightmare, Dream?”

Neither of the emotive guardians responded, and Nightmare’s grip on Dream tightened a little bit. The positive guardian murmured after a moment “I… I think I’m done playing this game for now… Do you guys want to watch a movie?”

Cross and Error agreed - and the latter immediately shot off to go change, the ten minutes up anyways. Ink was pouting a little, having wanted to play for a little longer, but had been outvoted by a lot. Cross got up and put in one of the movies that had been set out - it was a high-seas pirate movie with a bit of magic and a great cast of characters and a rousing score.

Cross frowned a little as he realized that Error hadn’t come back, half-way into the movie. He yawned and stretched a little, slowly scooting out as Ink, Dream and Nightmare were thoroughly entranced by the story, wandering off to go find the destructive being. He found the other leaning against the door of the library, scowling and folded in on himself.

“… Error are you alright?” He asked. He didn’t particularly care for the other, but figured it would be good to check in with the other.

“Why won’t you let him be mine?” Error hissed, glaring up at Cross, a jealous expression appearing on his face. “We… We’ve been through so much together…”

“It’s not that he won't… It’s just that he doesn’t want you.” Cross responded, feeling awkward and realizing that he was being perhaps a little too blunt. “Look, Ink does what he wants, right? He always has… If he wanted to date you… He would.”

Error hissed and buried his face in his hands “I… I suppose you’re right. But you’re so… New to all of this. Why are you so special enough to catch his attention when his attention for more than five fucking minutes is one of the few things I’ve ever wanted?”

“I… I don’t know.” Cross answered honestly, shrugging helplessly. He had no answer for that, and was just grateful he wasn’t trapped in the endless, white void his timeline had become. “I’m just… I’m grateful that I have his love and attention… Come join us? We’re watching a pirate movie, and it’s a lot of fun.”

#my writing #crink #dreammare #dream #nightmare #uncorrupted nightmare #Ink #cross #Error #unrequired love tw #one-sided errink

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tramon81 · 5 years

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AuCU fanmade: HP!Gaster, NTF!Papyrus.

@ut-aucu-au belongs to @fmsdraws.

Handplates and the ones referred as 1-S, 2-P and HP! Gaster all belong to Zarla.

Name The Fallen and the one referred as NTF! Papyrus belong to @audaciousanonj.

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AuCU: Hypocrisy

Handplates Gaster and Name the Fallen Papyrus.

HP! Gaster is anxiously looking and studying the different people around him. He has noticed an odd quantity of alternate versions of his experiments, 1-S and 2-P, in company of other people who most likely share universe with some of them. In the crowd, he notices a rather ominous looking 2-P. He’s grown to an adult, like most 2-P’s in there. The skeleton is in some kind of black jumpsuit, It quite complements his slender and tall figure. His face is smiling as he seems to be enjoying the pep talk he’s having with someone Gaster can’t seem to recognize, but that smile doesn’t seem sincere, as if something from the past is weighing him down.

-HP! Gaster: (He’s the spitting image of…).

Gaster shakes that thought out of his head, like he knew what he was going to think without even thinking it. Still, that skeleton has caught his attention.

-HP! Gaster: (Is that really 2-P? For all I know he could even be a descendant of him as the timelines here weren’t all brought from the same point in time, maybe a third sib- subject? I mean, at least, that annoying demeanor which has caused me so much headaches seems to have matured out out him.)

-NTF! Papyrus: ARE YOU OK?

-HP! Gaster: Wha-!

Suddenly, NTF! Papyrus catches Gaster off guard in the middle of his internal monologue. Gaster jumps back in surprise and tries to regain his composure afterward.

-NTF! Papyrus: YOU WERE STARING AT ME QUITE INTENSELY, DO YOU NEED SOMETHING?

-HP! Gaster: Oh… no you’ve got it wrong.

-NTF! Papyrus: OH, BYE THEN!

-HP! Gaster: Wait!

-NTF! Papyrus: YES?

-HP! Gaster: Mind… if (ugh! this is embarrassing) we talk for a little, I need to make sure of something.

-NTF! Papyrus: SURE. JUST, WHO ARE YOU? I DON’T THINK THERE’S A VERSION OF YOU IN MY TIMELINE.

Gaster is puzzled by this affirmation.

-HP! Gaster: (Huh? He doesn’t remember me? But, according to the multiverse theory, the probability of someone so identical to 2-P of being created without my matter is almost to none, I mean it exists but… Maybe he doesn’t remember? No, that’s impossible, after everything I’ve done to him. Even if It doesn’t result in a grudge, he should at least remembe-)

-NTF! Papyrus: UH…IF YOU NEED TO THINK BEFORE ANSWERING, I DON’T MIND. BUT PLEASE TELL ME BEFOREHAND. UNCOMFORTABLE SITUATIONS CAN ORIGINATE FROM LACK OF COMMUNICATION.

-HP! Gaster: Oh, my apologies, I just got a little lightheaded (I lied). I’m doctor Gaster, the royal scientist assigned by his majesty, King Asgore and head researcher of the project destined to break the barrier without additional human souls to those we have (why doesn’t he just hire someone to name this thing, it’s starting to physically hurt me). What about you?

-NTF! Papyrus: WELL, MY NAME IS PAPYRUS. I’M A FELLOW SKELETON WHO LIVES IN SNOWDIN AND… FORMER… ROYAL GUARD IN TRAINING…

Gaster had noticed the shift in tone when the “former” word was said.

-HP! Gaster: (He seems to had figured out his font name, whenever that may be. However, that shift in personality might be the key to his unusual behaviour. The information I want to get is personal to him, to say the least.)

-HP! Gaster: Alright, there is a reason for this pep talk, I will explain this later. What I will tell you now you mustn’t say to anyone else without my approval. If you do, I will hunt you down, wherever you may be and kill you, (dramatic but effective, it’s a bluff. If anything, he would defeat me in numbers because of all of the participants present.) Understood?

-NTF! Papyrus: UNDERSTOOD. (I WOULDN’T REVEAL IT EVEN IF HE DIDN’T THREATEN ME BUT OK.)

-HP! Gaster: As I said, I’m the head researcher of a experiment destined to destroy the barrier. However, all details of this project are kept in secret. Could you please show me the back of your hand for a moment?

-NTF! Papyrus: I, WOULD HAVE TO TAKE OUT THE SUIT.

-HP! Gaster: No matter. Just tell me if you have something akin to a plate in either hand.

-NTF! Papyrus: NO, I DON’T THINK SO. SHOULD I?

-HP! Gaster: In my timeline, yes. Let’s say, I’m your creator and also your brother’s. The plates contain your serial numbers.

-NTF! Papyrus: THEN, AM I YOUR SO-?

-HP! Gaster: Don’t get ahead of yourself. In my timeline you are not an individual you’re an Experiment, your name is 2-P and the one you would probably call Comic Sans is 1-S. I’ve tortured you both through multiple experiments in order to find a way to break the barrier. I never cared for you both nor do I care now.

Papyrus clenches his fist to instantly relax it afterwards. His expression doesn’t seem hateful but instead looks remorseful.

-NTF! Papyrus: WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS?

-HP! Gaster: Let me get to that. For further reference, let’s call the you of my timeline 2-P and the actual you Papyrus. The same with Comic Sans. 2-P had told me time and time again, “I won’t ever kill” . Even when I had compromised his brother’s life he would refuse. I assumed that ideology was a constant to all these versions of you, but you’re different.

-NTF! Papyrus: *GULP*

-HP! Gaster: I know from experience how someone who has experienced high LV looks like. So I want to know how you broke that promise, so I can prove 2-P that those who don’t fight get others hurt.

-NTF! Papyrus: I-

Papyrus starts trembling, he feels how akin they both are, and he hates it. He feels the hate coming from this man and remembers how he transmitted the same hate through voice, contact and blood. All with a distant smile on his face.

-NTF! Papyrus: I CAN’T.

-HP! Gaster: What? After I told you half of my life you just simply say no? Why…?

-NTF! Papyrus: YOU TOLD ME YOU HURT HIM BECAUSE HE REFUSED, BY TELLING YOU HOW TO STOP HIM FROM REFUSING, I’M ALLOWING YOU TO AFFECT HIS IDEALS AND CONTROL HIM EVEN MORE.STILL, I’M WARNING YOU. WHEN I BROKE THAT PROMISE, THE WHOLE UNDERGROUND DUSTED. EVEN PEOPLE WHO TRUSTED IN ME GOT HURT. THE BARRIER WOULD BE THE BOTTOM LAST OF YOUR PROBLEMS.

-HP! Gaster: Then what stops me from killing you right now? I’m higher level than you at the moment. I know you, whatever you did, you would want to compensate it. If you want to redeem yourself someday, start talking.

Gaster menacingly summons a blue bone cage around Papyrus keeping him unable to move.

-NTF! Papyrus: WELL YES I WANT TO FIX MY WRONGS, BUT, THINK ABOUT IT. THERE ARE AROUND 60-70ISH PEOPLE HERE, DO YOU REALLY THINK A BLUFF LIKE THAT COULD HAVE FOOLED ME?! THE GREAT PAPYRUS!?

Papyrus joyfully walks out of the cage receiving only 2 points of damage in the process.

-HP! Gaster: hmpf… (Shit, he saw right through) Then I have nothing to lose anyway, you’ll probably tell the others about this and they’ll gang up on me, trying to “kill the monster”.

-NTF! Papyrus: I WON’T, I PROMISED, I WILL SURELY NOT GO BACK ON MY WORD. BESIDES, GETTING YOU KILLED WOULD BE AS BAD AS KILLING YOU MYSELF, WHICH WOULD MEAN BREAKING THAT OTHER PROMISE I MADE WITH F- WHOOPS! I ALMOST REVEALED SOMEONE I SHOULDN’T!

-HP! Gaster: (sigh) Fine, forget It. I’m tired of your idiotic innocence, that trusty nature will get you killed someday.

-NTF! Papyrus: YOU SAY THAT TO ME, BUT I’M SURE YOU HAVEN’T GOT ANYTHING LEFT TO LIVE FOR. (DID I JUST SAY THAT?)

-HP! Gaster: I’m letting us free by doing this!

-NTF! Papyrus: BY TORTURING TWO MONSTERS, AND PROBABLY YOURSELF AS WELL. THE BARRIER ALMOST SEEMS REASONABLE IN COMPARISON.

But Gaster had already left.

#name the fallen #gaster #handplates #aucrossfireultimate #writing #smash bros #utau #undertale #papyrus

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ruinfell · 5 years

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[DRABBLE] A Talk in the Woods

There was a cool breeze out that night – not too chill, or too bustly. A nice time for a walk, and it wasn't like the cold bothered skeletons much anyway. The woods were not wholly barren, and, with the spring air beginning to drift in, the woodlands' residents were awakening and returning.

Papyrus had taken to walking the woods more often lately, but he had asked his brother to accompany him this time. He didn't say as much, but he desired to talk with him, and he picked up on that well enough with his sibling intuition.

It had been a while since they'd really sat down and talked, and Papyrus was nervous. Sans picked up on that well enough, but didn't address it immediately. He remembered how poorly their last real heart to heart had gone, before they officially made the move to the surface-bound timeline. Sans still hadn't grown accustomed to their new home, and rarely spent time here, but he was trying.

"We can stop for a sec if you want," Papyrus suggested, halting and spinning on his heels to face Sans, who trailed behind him sluggishly. They'd kept a slow pace, but they had still gone quite far. "I got a couple thermoses. Thermii?? Of hot chocolate."

Sans was not tired, but… he appreciated the concern, and Papyrus actually addressing him. The silence had been awkward. It, faintly, distantly, reminded him of being led through the wartorn woods on a chain. He did not wish to be in that position again, of being led on a chain, wherever his brother went, with no say and no real agency.

"... yeah, sure." Sans took a seat on a nearby stump. His brother sat nearby on a log, and handed him a thermos, while pulling out his own, popping the cap and taking a decent swig of it.

Skeletons did not have to worry about burning their tongues or scalding their throats so much, seeing as they did not have throats, and did not always have tongues. But they could still indulge in the warmth that hot drinks invited, and the way it could cool nerves, though they lacked those too.

Papyrus spent a moment taking in that warmth, and holding it, before he dared let any of the cold back in by speaking.

"Bro? Can I ask you something?"

Sans knew something was coming, but chose to hold off on answering the question until he'd warmed his palms, and then his jaws and neck, with the welcome beverage. "it's about us staying here, yeah?" That was his guess. Why talk about it here, and now, of all times and places?

"... Yeah. Are you actually okay with this?"

Sans was a little taken aback, his jaw shifting in consideration, and his back straightening from its near ever-present hunch. "why wouldn't I be?"

"Humans, for a start." Papyrus was well aware that was a problem for both of them. "Not gonna pretend I don't get freaked out but uh. My symptoms are probably a lil' easier to manage."

Sans frowned. "i'm not gonna dog out in a mall and start killin' people, pap. i've been dog shoppin' before."

He assumed he would be fine, even if there was more than a little thread of doubt, and quite a hefty chunk of worry dangling at the end of it - he didn't know how well his emotions would be kept in check in such a situation for certain. He knew that war overwhelmed him at a near constant, to the point where it took years for him to regain any normalcy, by seemingly sheer chance.

Papyrus had a great many more concerns, and would come back to that one later. It wasn't the biggest concern, after all.

"I don't wanna keep leadin' you around like you ain't got a choice in it, Sans."

The elder brother very much did not enjoy when his younger sibling took words from his head like that, though he knew full well that at times they may as well be bound twins, and thus privy to reading each other so well. He fully blamed that on how they came to be, though he had no evidence of such.

He shifted a bit on his stump, legs dangling, and heels kicking into the bark in an uncomfortable rhythm. "but that's the thing. i don't. not if i wanna keep up with you."

"But you--"

Papyrus halted his exclamation suddenly. He stared at his brother, swallowing the words that hadn't made it past his teeth, and letting them reform in a moment.

"... You don't have to keep up with me, dude." The weight and gravity of his tone came from its sobriety now, and not its volume. "This isn't like, some thing like with Sunny and Sleepy. I'm not gonna disappear and be a different person one day. You're not gonna forget or lose me. Not as long as we actually talk."

Sans was fortunate for that gravity. Without it, had there been any inch of panic, he would have caught onto it and amplified it, it would have rattled between the walls of his rib cage and grown and grown until it burst from him a thousand fold too large for it. That was the true nature of his curse, and something he had yet to fully shake.

His gaze didn't lift from his thermos, but his legs slowly came to a stop. There was a bit of a sniff.

"If you wanted to shack up in the café timeline, I don't think Sunny would mind. If you feel more comfortable there. Or, hell-- I'm sure Dad would be okay with you staying there too. You don't gotta force yourself to be somewhere that makes you feel uncomfortable."

Sans' grip on his thermos tightened a little, though, fortunately, there was no threat of it being crushed. He simply needed that extra bit of grip, to stay his hands from shaking.

He was safe, for now at least. But he knew the anxiety was welling up in him. He didn't want to disturb this place. He didn't want to lose control of himself when—

"but you're forcin' yourself, pap. you're scared." He could tell, even having not seen the way his brother had worried over applications and spilled his anxieties to his adoptive guidance. "but you're bravin' through it. and i get it. but i'm just not brave like you are. i just deal."

The taller skeleton's face became yet more grave, and his teeth clicked together in a frown, wordless for a time. It was true, he was forcing himself, and he was scared. The fact that he was facing surface life with humans, despite being afraid, meant he could not refute being brave, much as he didn't think himself such. But he could refute that his brother was not also brave, and perhaps more so than he was.

After a good solid minute of thought, Papyrus stood, walked over to his brother's stump, and sat next to him atop it.

"I don't think you're givin' yourself much credit, Sans. Ya forget it's you who took that soul, instead of me?" He nudged the shorter skeleton with his elbow, against the red sweater, about where said soul would be resting. "Even before that. So what if you're not brave the exact same way I am? Don't mean you're not. We're not the same. Even if people like pointin' out how much we got in common with the bastard who made us, heh."

Papyrus took a long swig of his thermos, enough to drain it, and it gave Sans time to really think. His younger brother, he often considered, was the lesser of experience, at least in overall years, but maybe not of wisdom. Sans secluded himself a lot, mostly out of fear and distrust of others, but largely out of fear and distrust of himself. That removed him from a lot of opportunity for experience, and meant Papyrus could catch up — not just catch up, but overtake him.

"you're startin' to sound like one of those fuckin' cwote posts, bro. lay off the tumblr." There was a bit of a smirk from him.

"Oh my god… Anything but that." Papyrus snickered a bit, though that gravity lessened none. "Seriously though. No one minds you bein' around. People want you around. I want you around, and to fuckin’-- have a chance at the surface, y’know? But not if it's gonna fuckin' blow your soul out from anxiety."

It was weird. Sans had always been the one worrying about his brother. It was always his focus in life, his one real purpose. Things had gone astray since their colliding with the multiverse, granted, and a few others had gained his worry, but never to the same degree of his brother. It wasn't just a purpose that Gaster had granted him upon his brother's birth: it was a purpose he fully adopted within his own heart and mind.

He knew that other people had worried for him before. People did care about him. He'd barely heeded them. He'd never really felt like he mattered, not to himself, not if his brother was okay, so it was difficult to believe he mattered to anyone else.

It was weird, that Papyrus worried so much for him. But his heavy, heavy heart, felt lighter for it. The logic felt right; if he actually started taking himself into account, started to look out and after himself in some way… would that help his brother be more okay, too?

Would caring for his own self, be an act of caring for his brother?

It always went back to him. 'You don't have to keep up with me' came back to haunt him from moments before, and he sighed his hectic thoughts out slowly through his nasal cavity. His mind was moving a little too fast; maybe it was trying to stay ahead, rather than keep up.

Papyrus, intuitive as he was, could tell that something was amiss. He let go of his thermos with one hand and wrapped the arm around Sans' shoulders, pulling him into a half-hug.

"You don't gotta figure it all out right this second, dude. Just… figure yourself into the equations while ya do."

"... yeah. i guess." He didn't sound enthusiastic, but he had not stopped thinking just yet. It'd wind down slowly, it had to, because sudden change panicked him.

"And for my part, I'll try to stop runnin' into shit so much without tellin' ya. Like, I'll let you know when I get this job shit figured out, keep you up on my schedules when I do…" Papyrus' cup was stowed in his inventory, and he stood up from the stump. "Y'know, actually try to keep ya in the loop, heh. I know I suck at doin' that, and it don't really help."

Sans gave a small smile, and little disagreement-- but no teasing, this time. He appreciated the effort. He hadn't felt like they'd been able to talk this frankly in a very, very long time.

#{}{} V: MAIN #{}{} SERAFIN #{}{} JITTERS #(( have some bros ))

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sage-nebula · 5 years

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DELTARUNE

So I’ve finished one (1) playthrough of Deltarune, and as a result I figured I’d go ahead and write up my thoughts. Note that I’m actually writing this at 11:53pm on Wednesday, October 31st; I’ve just queued it to post now. This is because I’m both respectful of Toby’s wishes to wait 24 hours, but also because I want to write up my thoughts before I forget them. (And it’s already been a few hours, so I REALLY hope I don’t forget anything . . .

So! Deltarune spoilers below the cut! You’ve been warned!

First, just to get this out of the way: I firmly believe this to be an alternate universe to Undertale, rather than a prequel or a sequel. Specifically, I believe it’s an alternate universe where the monsters were never sealed underground to begin with. I have a few reasons for this line of thought:

Asriel is still alive, and seems to have grown up healthily and happily. This is the biggest reason why I believe Deltarune can’t be a prequel or a sequel to Undertale. If it were a prequel that took place before the monsters were sealed, Asriel wouldn’t have been born yet. If it was a sequel, he’d be stuck underground as Flowey. While there is a version of Asriel underground(?), we know that Toriel and Asgore’s Asriel is off at university (. . . supposedly). He grew up happy and healthy, meaning that he never died and was turned into a flower. This could only happen in an alternate universe / timeline.

If this was an alternate history where they were still sealed but Asriel grew up underground, Undyne and Alphys would know each other (and be in love), but they don’t. If you talk to Undyne about Alphys, she makes it clear that she and Alphys have never met, asking who Alphys is and then assuming that she’s committed some sort of crime. While this is setting up for a Meet Cute™ between them, it more importantly tells us that nothing that happened in Undertale happened in this universe, which is why they don’t know each other. Along those lines . . .

Sans and Papyrus have only just moved in, and have only just met the other characters. Specifically, Sans has only just met Toriel and Alphys within the past day or so (if he is telling the truth), and Papyrus has apparently never met anyone (we don’t even get to have Kris meet him :’( a tragedy). If the events of Undertale had happened, they would all already be acquainted. Since they’re not, we can assume that this is not a sequel. Moreover, it also can’t be a prequel because we know that Sans and Papyrus “just appeared one day” in Snowdin; they didn’t settle there with the other monsters, meaning that this can’t be a situation where Sans and Papyrus went with the others to be sealed underground. They came later. So, not a sequel, and not a prequel.

Snowy’s mother, Shyren’s sister, and the leader of the dog pack are all just dead, rather than amalgamates. In Undertale, monsters who had “fallen down” (i.e. were dying) were taken to Alphys, who experimented on them with Determination. This resulted in them becoming amalgamates; they survived, but melted together and became deformed. But in Deltarune, if you visit the graveyard to the southwest of town, you discover graves for these monsters (and Gerson, RIP). It appears that while they were taken to Alphys for Determination experiments in the Undertale universe, they simply died in the Deltarune one, presumably because there was no Royal Scientist to take them to this time around (given that, instead of becoming the Royal Scientist, Alphys became a teacher here instead).

Toriel and Asgore are divorced. This cannot be a prequel, because while Toriel and Asgore did separate prior to Undertale, they separated after the banishment in Undertale’s canon. However, it also cannot be a sequel, because Asriel is alive and well. Therefore, for the two of them to still be divorced and Asriel to be alive, this has to be an alternate universe. What drove them apart this time one can only wonder, but this does tell us one thing: it wasn’t just the death of their child(ren) and their reactions thereof that drove Toriel and Asgore apart. Their marriage was never meant to last.

There are probably more things that point to this being an alternate universe rather than a prequel or a sequel, but those are the things that come to mind immediately. While I might not be exactly right about what specifically makes this an alternate universe (that it’s a world where the monsters were never banished, but instead continued to live on the surface), I still think that’s the case, and will continue to think so until proven otherwise. And honestly, I think this is the best thing Toby could have done. A prequel would have ended sadly no matter what Toby did, because the monsters would have ended up sealed underground and we’d likely have to witness the deaths of two children thanks to buttercup poisoning and awful humans. That’s a pretty downer note to end a game on, but Toby would have to if he wanted to make this a prequel. At the same time, while I’m sure there’s story potential in a sequel because I can’t imagine humanity will take the sudden freedom of monsters very well (it’s implied in Undertale’s prologue that it’s been long enough that most humans have forgotten monsters even exist, so to suddenly see a bunch of monsters running around would no doubt freak them out), a game that’s nothing but politics and peace treaties created by a child wouldn’t be very much fun to play. But an alternate universe gives Toby tons of creative freedom to make a new story, even if some of the characters are familiar because they’re alternate universe versions of themselves. This was a really brilliant move on his part (though that shouldn’t be surprising, because this is Toby Fox we’re talking about).

Anyway, enough about that. On to other thoughts!

I still think the mysterious being that talks to us in the beginning is Gaster. It has to be Gaster. First of all, we’ve always had reason to think of Gaster as a potentially dangerous person; that he was lost to his experiment and shattered across time and space aside---that he was a brilliant scientist, and the Royal Scientist before Alphys aside---the Riverperson tells us to “beware the man who speaks in hands.” That’s not specifically about Gaster, but I seem to remember something in the game’s code that suggests it’s probably a reference to him. The Riverperson told us to beware Gaster, and we should have listened, but our curiosity got the better of us. Curiosity killed the cat? No. Curiosity killed the humans. That said, we don’t have proof that it was Gaster yet, but I . . . I still believe . . . (Plus, the original pallet for our vessel was the Gaster Follower pallet, wasn’t it? HMMM . . .)

That said, the being that possesses Kris at the end is very obviously Chara. The red eyes, the smile, the knife . . . all of those things point to Chara. And it’s not that much of a surprise, in a way, because the shirt that Kris wears has the same colors as Chara’s shirt (and their hair is the same, et cetera), but I also have to wonder why. Why did this happen? I’m assuming it happened when Kris noticed their SOUL behaving strangely at the end, while standing in front of the fountain, but I don’t get why. I’m wondering if maybe I made something wrong, if I made a wrong decision, if I made this happen somehow despite that I didn’t kill any monsters (Susie did, once, but not by my will), and I never did a genocide run in Undertale at all, much less on this computer where I don’t even have the game downloaded . . . except . . .

Thinking about it, I don’t think this is something I (or anyone else) did wrong---I think that we were all headed toward this ending, provided all endings lead back to the town and Toriel’s house in the end. And the reason why I think this is that we were told twice that our choices don’t matter. We were told this by Susie when she stopped Kris from answering at the start, but we were also told this by the mysterious being at the very start of the game when he discarded the options we made previously. The only one who seemed to counter the idea that our choices don’t matter is Ralsei, but while I haven’t done multiple playthroughs to confirm, I think that might only impact what happens during the showdown with the king. If you’re kind to all the monsters, they come and save you, and if you’re not, they . . . don’t? I’m not sure, I’ve only done one playthrough. But it might be that your choices only have impact in the dark kingdom; in the surface world, your choices don’t. So while you can effect how your last moments in the dark kingdom turn out, you can’t affect the ultimate ending where Chara takes over Kris’ body and rips out their soul to stuff it in the birdcage. I still want to know why that happened, though, even if it wasn’t through any fault of mine.

On that note, the anagrams. “Delta Rune” is an anagram of “Undertale” and we been knew about that for years now. Ralsei is an anagram of Asriel, and my friend SB pointed this out to me because I didn’t notice it at first (and she was RIGHT ON THE MONEY HOLY SHIT). But Kris . . . it looks like an anagram of “Frisk”, but it’s missing the F, and while “Frisk” does have more consonants than it’s easy to make an anagram from, I don’t think Toby simply tossed the F off without thought. I think he did it because while “Kris” can be an anagram of “Frisk” without the “f,” it’s also an anagram of “Risk”, meaning danger. There’s a risk of danger with Kris, and we encounter that danger at the very end, when Chara takes over. But why? Why did Chara take over? I need answers, Toby!

Speaking of answers that I need, I need to know what’s going on with Asriel. Asriel was supposedly off at university, yet he’s also very clearly Ralsei. Yet although she appears shocked, Susie doesn’t call him out on this, and you’d think she’d know given that she knows Kris’ mother, and therefore she has to be at least familiar with the sight of Asriel. Moreover, there’s no indication that Kris reacts at all, which is particularly strange since, although Kris is mute, Susie could have noticed Kris’ surprise. But there is none---there isn’t any reaction at all. So what’s going on there? Why is Asriel in the dark kingdom if he’s also off at university? What---what is going on??

Back on the Chara topic for a moment: I checked the mirror both at the start of the game and at the end. The flavor text was “it’s just you” both times. Nothing changed. So why did Chara take over Kris??

I love Susie. Really, all the characters ended up endearing (I would die for Ralsei / Asriel), but I loved Susie’s development. Toby does such a wonderful job of creating characters, and he really knocked it out of the park with Susie. I really love how it wasn’t spelled out that the reason she behaves so aggressively is because she’s lonely and no one wants to befriend her, so she pushes them away so she can act like it doesn’t hurt her, but rather shown with how she reacted to befriending Lancer, and how she felt when he wanted to be like her, and how hurt she was by his seeming betrayal. That we even got to see her development by her eyes becoming visible in the end was icing on the cake. Susie was a brilliant character, and I loved every bit of her development. Even in a game as short as this one, she really shined. ♥

Burgerpants continues to be an absolute fucking delight, and I love that he was apparently best friends with Asriel before Asriel went off to college. If there isn’t tons of fanart of the driving around town “picking up chicks” I’m going to be sorely disappointed.

Both of Lancer’s dads suck ass and I’m so glad that one is in permanent time out and the other is going to shape up his behavior (albeit for the wrong reasons, but we’ll take what we can get.

The gameplay is FANTASTIC. I love, love, love that it’s still recognizably Undertale, but that Toby has also made enough changes to it that it feels like a new experience. Because you know, that’s a problem with some game series: Either the gameplay is too samey and it feels boring, or it’s so radically different that fans of the original can’t enjoy it. But I feel that Toby struck the perfect balance with Deltarune, and I really love it.

The music is fantastic as well. I love the remixes of certain songs (THE UNDERTALE LEITMOTIF IN THE SAVE SCREEN MUSIC, HHHHHH), but the original songs are also great. From the battle theme, which is a bop, to that end credits music . . . is that Temmie singing? If so, her voice is BEAUTIFUL. And if not, whoever the singer is has a beautiful voice. I need to watch the credits again, both to hear the lyrics again (there’s something really soul chilling about the song ending on something akin to “I’m here with you” after seeing Chara take over Kris, gotta say), but also to pay actual attention to the credits this time, and just to hear the music again.

ALL OF THE CAMEOS HAD ME SO HHHHHHH IN THE BEST WAY!!! And the things that we learned about them! Actual, English language confirmation that Sans is the older brother! In-game confirmation that “Azzy” is in fact Asriel’s canonical nickname! SEEING MONSTER KID HAVING GROWN UP TO BE MONSTER TEEN!! All these things are so freaking great. But also, where is Napstablook? Because that was clearly Mettaton in the ghost house. If that’s Mettaton . . . where is Napstablook? Where are they, Toby??

I made this and everyone was wrong about it, it’s beautiful:

There’s so much more I feel like I should say, but my mind is still buzzing and jumping all over the place. All I have to say is this: When I learned it was a demo, I expected it to take me thirty minutes, tops. But even allowing for the fact that I had to take a thirty minute break and also pause periodically to do work things, Deltarune took me my entire eight hour shift at work. Toby was right to call this “chapter one” at the end; even if it’s not completely polished yet, it already feels like a full (albeit short and with a cliffhanger) game. That Toby blessed us with this for free when there are plenty of indie developers that would have charged at least five bucks for this just goes to show how generous and kind he is to his fans. I mean, to be fair, the man has made a boatload of money off Undertale, to the point where he probably doesn’t have to make another game if he doesn’t want to (which might also be why this is so goddamn good; he didn’t make it because he needs the money, he made it because he wants to make it), so it’s not like he necessarily needs us to pony up the cash. I won’t be surprised if there’s not a Kickstarter for Deltarune (but maybe there still will be, idk). But he still could have charged, and we still would have paid, but he didn’t and so we didn’t have to. He did that because he genuinely wants us to play this game, and he really appreciates us as his fans. I mean, I’ve never spoken to him, so maybe I’m reading way too much into his actions, but this, combined with the fact that he’s never shamed or acted embarrassed of the fandom, leads me to believe that Toby Fox truly respects, cares about, and appreciates his fanbase, and that makes me even happier to support him as a creator.

I can’t wait for chapter two (or the full game), whenever it comes out. I expect it’ll be a while from now, but who knows; maybe Toby is farther along on the project than we know, and we’ll see it around Christmas time. Either way, this is the best Halloween present I could have gotten, and I’m so grateful. Toby Fox is brilliant, and I’m so happy that I decided to pick up Undertale three years ago (and that I purchased the collector’s edition for Switch despite already having it on Steam, and that I dressed as Chara for Halloween today---something which, mind you, I’d been planning for over a month, ever since the CE for Switch was announced and I preordered it, knowing I’d be getting the locket; truly, it was fate that caused Toby to release Deltarune on a day I was already cosplaying as Chara).

I love this series, I love Toby Fox’s creations, and I knew I was right to be impatient for the day Toby would announce he was working on a new project. I knew he wouldn’t disappoint, and I’m so, so happy I was right about that. ♥

#deltarune #undertale #deltarune spoilers #delta rune spoilers #gotta queue 'em all

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chorusnihili · 3 years

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Backstory Ask meme, numbers 1-6?

BACKSTORY ASK MEME

1. How did you first come up with your muse’s backstory, if you did at all?

I'm going to put this answer at the end because it's going to get long.

2. If your muse is from a particular show/movie/comic/etc. , how did you first react when you first found out about your muse’s backstory?

Haaa, I honestly wish I remember. I honestly can't even explain why I find Gaster fascinating or even why I chose to write him. I just do. I literally don't have an explanation and... it's kinda weird, tbh.

3. Is your muse’s backstory relatable to you?

Honestly? Not really! I mean, I can find bits and pieces that are similar but, honestly? He's had a rough life. To put it mildly. He experiences and has been through a lot that I haven't. I can sympathize, but it's honestly not something that's relatable to me, as I've thankfully had a fairly good life.

4. Would you rewrite your muse’s backstory? If so, how?

There's been a few parts that I've considered rewriting, mainly because I feel Inferior to other portrayals of Gaster, but as it stands I've held my ground and there's nothing I'm particularly dying to change.

5. What song reminds you of your muse’s backstory?

Echo, probably. It's cliché as fuck but I'm really terrible at associating music to things. Or associating anything, really.

6. Does anything fit your muse’s backstory aesthetically?

I usually use a lot of black vs white vs grey to represent Gaster. Not only because it's his own color scheme, but Symbolically of the good he wants to do, the evil he ends up doing, plus the battle of Determination vs Void, etc. What Gaster used to be, what he wants to be, what he's becoming, what he currently is.

1. How did you first come up with your muse’s backstory, if you did at all?

Hold onto your butts.

The thing with Dr. Gaster is that we get a few key points in canon, and that's about it. We know he was the Royal Scientist before Alphys, that he was incredibly intelligent, that he was destroyed by his own creation, that he created the CORE, and that he's 'scattered through space and time,' whatever that's supposed to mean.

I think as far as canon goes, that's all we get. Entry No. 17 is in Wingdings and assumed to be related to Dr. Gaster, because his initials are W.D. and people assume it stands for Wingdings, due to the precedence of Sans and Papyrus. Plus the MysteryMan, who most people assume is Dr. Gaster, but there's no real evidence either way.

The portrayals I were really interested in were the ones that portrayed this being as some eldritch creature beyond understanding, outside reality, that can toy with the world; sometimes appearing against Genocide Frisk / Chara, sometimes maliciously attacking whatever else in sight.

Restoring Dr. Gaster from his predicament is common in a lot of different fanon, so that was actually the starting point for development of this version.

In the original roleplay where I developed this character, Gaster had isolated some superpowered humans, tricking them into thinking the world was ending so he could nab their souls, steal their Determination, ???, profit.

It was a pretty natural extension of what we see from Flowey that something that’s Soulless, or in Gaster’s case, missing most of his Soul, doesn’t exactly act... friendly. He’s acting irrationally, acting in his own self interest, and not really caring about the impacts of his actions so long as he gets what he wants. This remains the foundation of Unbound Form.

In this original RP, he also tricked one of the human protagonists into absorbing his soul and merging their minds. Upon doing so, he regained most of his clarity and I got a much better first look at who Dr. Gaster actually was. The first thing that stood out to me was a lot of fear.

It’s a pretty common headcanon that Gaster was among those who was on the surface originally. And given that he’s a scientist, the idea of him being a fighter--at least back then, didn’t really want to fight, didn’t really understand what was happening--why are they killing us? why can’t we live in peace? why is this happening to me?

We see most monsters desperately wanting to return to the surface, but then you think about what Sans talks about to the human--good food, good friends, good laughs; is leaving really worth it?

So I started to think about a monster that didn’t want to leave the Underground. Who so desperately just wanted to be safe, who wanted to build a paradise for monsters without humanity being involved.

Someone who was so deeply terrified of humans, so deeply terrified of the war.

This proved to be convenient, too--as it allowed Alphys’s discoveries to be her own, and allowed Gaster’s to be his own. I’m all for reinserting Gaster into the timeline, but that doesn’t mean he needs to take credit for things other characters did.

The exact details for this would come later.

For now I was working on his fall and shattering. I know a lot of people portray the CORE as a really dangerous place, where one wrong step will send you careening over the edge, but it never made sense to me. Gaster is smart, Gaster knows the power of his own inventions. I couldn’t imagine him ever exposing something that dangerous.

So then I added in this idea that the CORE shifts around on its own. Of course, it’s meant to just be another puzzle. But the idea that it could double as a means to reduce stress from the intense heat of the CORE gave me a unique opening: It meant that there was a brief time when the CORE’s... core was exposed and Gaster could fall.

Gaster may be meticulous and careful, but he can also be distracted and impatient, which lead to the accident of him disregarding the safety features and falling anyways.

As for his survival, the obvious culprit is Determination. In fact, it was so obvious that my roleplay partner figured it out before I even revealed it. The very thing that Gaster was trying to get in the roleplay all along, ... he already had!

Rather than make up some reason why Gaster would have Determination, either naturally or through experimentation, I chose to take inspiration from the Undyne fight and essentially say that Monsters are capable of producing Determination through willpower if their soul is falling apart but they’re managing to live on.

...

Of course, Monsters and Determination don’t get along. So that implied to me that something ... was missing.

The answer then was the Void.

Despite being an almost universal concept in the Undertale fandom, I’ve never really seen an explanation for what it is. Since the Void is so commonly associated with nothingness, emptiness, darkness, etc., I made the decision to make it the counter-force of Determination. Where Determination is the force that allows a soul to live past its demise, Void is the force that tries to push a soul to death.

And I decided to push it bigger.

We know that enough Determination allows one to alter fate and time. Obviously. It’s the entire premise of Undertale. But... why?

So I decided that Determination is not only the force that pushes Souls to exist, but the very force that pushes time forward. Ergo, when a soul possesses more Determination than the timeline itself, they become capable of seizing control of the flow of time and can manipulate time itself to their will.

In that case, Void would then become the force that seeks to end timelines, the controlling force, the force that prevents timelines from growing indefinitely and colliding into one another. It’s a buffer, the space that exists ambiently between timelines. The junkyard where anything that doesn’t belong to time gets yeeted.

And suddenly it sounded a lot like the general fandom’s interpretation.

Now, it’s easy to think, oh, the Void wants to destroy everything, it’s bad and Determination is good. But, just as the Genocide route shows us the evil power of Determination, the Void does good as well. As any gardener or oncologist knows, things growing indefinitely is not good.

And if a timeline remains stable by the ongoing push and pull of Determination and Void, I had my solution for how Gaster remains stable. Each piece of him produces Determination that’s kept in chack by Void that’s integrated into his soul.

So I had that explanation.

But how did his soul end up in pieces?

...Is anyone actually reading this? It’s ... pretty long. I’m going to cut it off here. If anyone wants to hear the rest of it send in an ask and I’ll finish typing it up lmao.

#let type = out of character #let type = answer #multiverseoflove

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“HMM… THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT THINGS ABOUT ME… I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN.” Papyrus rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“cooking, friendship, being great, being awesome, being-”

“SANS THOSE ARE ALL BASICALLY THE SAME THING.” He said in annoyance.

“but they’re true.” He grinned.

“... YES THIS IS CORRECT.” Papyrus narrowed his eyes in thought again.

While the ‘kids’ talked in the other room Gaster signed to his double, ‘Papyrus doesn’t remember his childhood. Or… doesn’t usually. He remembered something in there, which… doesn’t usually happen. It was a shock to both Sans and I, but a happy shock. It’s nice to see that it’s possible he might regain his memory someday.’ Gaster smiled.

Sans huffed, “you repeat yourself a lot,” he said to his older double, clearly wondering about the phrases that sounded almost more like a mantra than anything else.

Oh. Congratulations, I think? Gaster said, not really sure what was appropriate to be said in this case, even though clearly it was a good thing.

“the truth bares repeating.” Sans shrugged, “you’ll know why when you’re older.”

‘Hah. Thanks.’ Gaster said, then fell silent. He wasn’t sure what to say. He was feeling very bittersweet right now. His Papyrus had never gone through what the other little one had, which was great and amazing and fantastic and he was so happy for that, but…

Jesus.

‘I can see why you’re so exhausted.’ He signed. This had been exhausting for him and he had only been here for… what? A few hours?

Sans made a face. “whatever,” he said, with the same sort of self-assured dismissal that only preteens were truly capable of.

Papyrus curled a little closer to him, still watching his own double.

Gaster smiled weakly back. I’m getting used to it, at least, he signed, before sighing. ...he’s a lot better than he was. Than he could be. Sans is really helping him. I know it’s hard to see right now, but… I think he can be okay. But I also think maybe seeing a version of himself who’s happy might help him feel like he can be, too.

The two brothers fell silent for a moment before Papyrus looked at their twins. “CAN I SIT ON THE EDGE OF THE BED WITH YOU?” He asked, uncertain.

‘No, I can imagine how bad it must have been.’ Gaster said before rubbing the space between his eyes. ‘Well… we can stick around for awhile, if you need us. Papyrus can watch them, if you need someone to. I can help you with the core. That’s what you’re working on, right?’

He then decided he had probably better explain himself, justify his apparently selflessness. ‘I can’t just sit and watch this. I know this isn’t my world and it isn’t my Papyrus, but… I gotta help somehow or it’ll haunt me forever.’

Sans looked over to his own Papyrus and watched his reactions carefully. It seemed more like a wobble or a twitch than anything else, but with how still his Papyrus was sitting, it was definitely noticeable. “he says it’s okay.”

We appreciate it, Gaster said. Really. I… I think it’ll help the kids a lot to have someone other than just me around. I just…. can’t bring a lot of people in. It’s hard to trust anymore. If something comes up, head out, but as long as you all stay… I need all the help I can get with this.

Papyrus slowly moved towards the edge of the bed and sat down. Sans followed, but stayed standing by his side. It seemed like they were nearly as inseparable as their doppelgangers.

“YOU LOVE YOUR BROTHER MORE THAN ANYTHING, DON’T YOU?” He asked with a smile.

‘I getcha.’ Gaster said, ‘We don’t have to really worry about staying too long. Not when we’re together. Everything in one place that matters, y’know?’ He said, and smirked. ‘Well. I’m sure you know now.’

‘Sorry you had to go through this. I guess it’s a running theme that Gasters have a… turbulent life with their sons.’

He paused, ‘Are you calling them your sons? Are you dad?’

Gaster wanted to be sure before he continued using those terms.

Sans glanced between both Papyruses, unsure of who was being addrssed with that question. “uh…”

Papyrus, on the other hand, answered by curling a bit more defensively around his smaller, frailer brother.

You’re a fucking sap, Gaster said, rolling his eyes. And stop being dramatic. We’re freaks of nature, not martyrs. No one’s life is free of turbulence. Fucking shit.

And… he took a deep breath before signing the rest. No. They’re not my sons. They’re mine. No one else is going to have them, not now, and I don’t think I could stand entrusting them to anyone else, but… I’m no good to be a father. I don’t know. But they’re mine.

Papyrus nodded in understanding. “HE’S WEAK AND GETS SICK A LOT?” He asked, although wasn’t sure if that was entirely true for this timeline. Judging by the crutches though, that was at least half true.

Sans was partially turned away from them, but his expression didn’t seem to be changing at all.

“MY BROTHER IS. THAT’S WHY WE PROTECT THEM, RIGHT?” He looked at his double, his expression sincere.

‘Piss off.’ Gaster said with a smirk, ‘Sorry. I worry a lot.’

‘If you’re anything like me then you’re right. We’re shit fathers. But you’re already starting out better than I did. You weren’t the one who came up with this shit.’

Sans shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t really know what to do with himself at the moment. He kept looking at his double, hoping for some hint of what was going on, while Papyrus listened with rapt attention. He looked a little conflicted at his double’s last question, as if he agreed, but wanted to add more or respond with something else as well.

I’d be worried about you if you didn’t, Gaster replied, rolling his eyes.

I don’t have to think this up to be a bad parent. I’m perfectly capable of being a shit in other ways.

Papyrus gave his double a moment to see if he would do more, but when he didn’t, he continued.

“WE DIDN’T… WELL… WE GOT SEPARATED FROM OUR GASTER WHEN WE WERE YOUNG, SO FOR A VERY LONG TIME IT WAS JUST ME AND MY BROTHER.” It was only a small lie. He hated it, but he didn’t remember enough to be honest.

“I WAS TOO YOUNG TO REALLY TAKE CARE OF MYSELF, SO HE DID EVERYTHING. HE FOUND ME FOOD AND SHELTER, AND MADE SURE I ALWAYS HAD CLOTHES.”

Papyrus wasn’t sure where he was going with this. He just wanted to talk, to tell his other self his story. “WE LIVED ALONE UNTIL WE WERE OLDER, BUT WHEN I GOT OLDER I DECIDED I WOULD BE STRONG FOR MY BROTHER. HE HAD DONE SO MUCH FOR ME I WANTED TO REPAY HIM. I’M SURE YOUR BROTHER IS DOING A LOT FOR YOU RIGHT NOW, EVEN IF IT ISN’T GIVING YOU FOOD OR CLOTHES.”

“HE’S YOUR BEST FRIEND. HE’LL ALWAYS BE YOUR BEST FRIEND.”

Sans still didn’t say anything, the only movement he made being a little tap of his slipper.

‘Well obviously.’ Gaster said, as though ‘being a Gaster’ was enough of a reason to be shit at something, anything… as long as it wasn’t science anyway.

‘So… I guess the best thing to do would be to keep Sans and Papyrus here while we work?’

Papyrus still didn’t say anything. He was putting his full attention on his double, though, listening to each word.

Finally, when Papyrus said those last words--when his older self, intentionally or not, promised Sans wouldn’t leave him, wouldn’t give up on him, wouldn’t grow tired of him--two small, orange pinpricks of tears welled up in the corners of his eyesockets. Nothing more substantial than that, but it was enough.

“h-hey!” Sans said, quickly pulling his brother into a hug. “it’s okay!”

Gaster nodded. You’re lucky the kids have been forcing me to get more sleeping equipment and food, I’ll actually be able to provide something decent this time.

Papyrus suddenly looked guilty. “DID I… DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG?”

“nah.” Sans finally said, although he didn’t turn around he somehow knew what was going on. Brotherly intuition, perhaps. “you said what needed to be said is all.”

Gaster nodded, then suddenly realized something. ‘... Don’t let Papyrus cook. He’s… dangerous when he cooks.’

Papyrus curled into his Sans’ shoulder, shivering. Even if the alternate Sans was scary…. he didn’t feel like he was in danger. Not right now, with the other-him here. So he curled into his brother’s shoulder, and shook, while Sans held him, hugging as best he could, looking a little lost and frightened, but still determined to hug his brother until it got all better.

Gaster raised an eyebrow. ...all right. How much does your Papyrus care about being rude?

Papyrus still looked rather worried until eventually Sans moved around to pat him on the knee. “don’t worry about it, bro. he’s happy is all. right kiddo?” He asked the younger version of his brother.

‘I don’t think the boy could be rude if he tried.’

Papyrus made a slight jerking motion.

“...that means ‘yes,’” the younger Sans said, and though he wasn’t actually certain, he did know it definitely didn’t mean anything bad.

Perfect, Gaster said, I’ll just tell him it’s rude for guests to cook.

“OH… WELL… ALRIGHT. AS LONG AS THEY’RE HAPPY TEARS.” Papyrus’ smile came back a little.

“he’s right though.” Sans spoke up, “if your bro is anything like me, there’s nothin’ he wouldn’t do for ya.”

‘Oh, that’s perfect. He’ll believe that.’ Gaster smirked.

Papyrus made another motion that was more identifiable as a nod.

Sans looked at his twin and the older Papyrus a moment, and said, “...maybe you can give him a bit?” hoping for some privacy while his brother had whatever sort of breakdown was oncoming. It wouldn’t have been the first one, and even though they weren’t technically strangers, it was still weird to have others in the room besides Gaster when they happened.

Gaster nodded. Good. Wow, though. How did you raise a kid like that?

“O-OH, OF COURSE.” Papyrus said, standing up. The two walked out of the room to give them some space just as Gaster signed,

‘No fucking clue.’

As he spotted his sons he looked a little surprised. “Everything alright?”

“paps made paps cry.”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO!” Papyrus said, hands going to his face as though he was about to cry himself.

Is he okay?? Gaster asked, looking a bit startled. Papyrus crying could’ve been either a good thing or a bad thing. He hoped it was fine, since the older Sans looked relaxed, but still…

Back in the other room, Sans closed the door with his magic, and let Papyrus break down.

“yeah. happy tears.” Sans said, giving his brother a gentle tap on the shoulder. “paps is good at makin’ people happy.”

“I STILL DIDN’T MEAN IT.” Papyrus said, face in his hands. Sans patted his back reassuringly.

Gaster relaxed. “It’s fine… he probably needed a good cry.”

He decided distracting Papyrus from his guilt might help. “Since you’ll be staying in my apartment, would you mind helping me set up some air mattresses, Papyrus?”

Because despite the electricity situation still afflicting the underground, sometimes items appeared for plot convenience, the most powerful force of all.

“OF COURSE!” Papyrus said, pulling his head from his hands. “IT’S THE LEAST I COULD DO!”

Gaster smiled and lead Papyrus to a trunk in the back of the room, pulling out three uninflated air mattresses. They were hand-pump, and therefore would need a lot of muscle and endurance to blow up. Perfect for Papyrus. “Oh. And since you two aren’t doing anything--there’s food in the fridge, labeled. Heat it up?”

While Papyrus helped carry out the mattresses, Sans and Gaster looked at one another.

“i’ll do it. you’ll just end up blowing it up.” Sans walked to the kitchen.

Gaster made an outward gesture with his arms as if to say ‘what the fuck?’

While Papyrus was busy with the mattresses, Gaster turned to his counterpart and signed. One polite kid and one rude kid. How. How did you do it. in mock awe.

‘Maaaagiiiiccc.’ Gaster signed before wiggling his fingers about like glitter falling from the sky.

Papyrus would have no trouble at all pumping up the air mattresses all by himself, not even breaking a sweat. Sans peered into the fridge and began pulling out food to reheat.

“you skipping on food while we’re here again?” He asked his father, who nodded.

“I see no point in wasting it.”

Gaster summoned one of his cat blasters and sent it over to nip his twin for that bullshit answer. He would not regret this course of action.

He tensed a moment at the mention of skipping food. He wanted to skip as well--old habits died hard--but with the amount of stress Sans and Papyrus’ presence had brought him the last few months, he’d probably have fallen apart completely before now if he hadn’t started improving his diet.

He kept quiet.

Gaster didn’t even know what nipped him, but he certainly reacted to it. His fist swung without even thinking to smash whatever it was as quickly as it had touched him out of pure reflex.

His eyes went dark, but at the very least he hadn’t summoned any attacks.

the blaster had vanished a moment after nipping him, narrowly avoiding being smashed.

Gaster acted as if he weren’t very surprised, and returned to helping Papyrus.

Gaster blinked, the lights of his eyes coming back. His eyes narrowed at his double.

“STOP PUNCHING THINGS!” Papyrus chided, to which his father quickly held up his hands.

“Sorry. Sorry sorry.”

Sans was lazily… slowly… reheating the food, completely ignoring everything going on in the room.

It was going to be a fun night, Gaster could already tell.

He and Papyrus finished setting up the sleeping arrangements a while later, finding places for all the beds to fit near the couch. When that was done, Gaster started pulling out plates.

“I’m going to see if my Sans and Papyrus want to eat on their own,” he said.

“OKAY.” Papyrus said, eyes shooting over to his brother as he watched him pull a bottle of ketchup from his jacket.

“DON’T. YOU. DARE.”

Sans slowly moved it to his mouth, but it was quickly snatched away.

“aw.”

Gaster had been watching, although he was mostly wondering if he should sleep tonight or just go on a walk. Today had been draining, for sure, but at the same time he really didn’t want to wake up in the same house as little Papyrus looking like old jello.

Gaster disappeared into the back room once more, and returned several minutes later. “...Sans will probably be joining us.”

He resumed getting things ready, seeming a bit distracted. Papyrus had stopped crying and worn himself out, apparently. It was understandable that he’d need little more time before being around others when he’d interacted so little in his life.

“ALRIGHT.” Papyrus said, although he did look a little disappointed that his doppelganger wouldn’t be joining them. “IS HE FEELING BETTER?” He asked, referring to the tiny version of himself.

Gaster nodded. “He’s just worn out. It’s been a busy day for him; he’s resting right now.”

He nodded in understanding and continued to help with plates and cutlery as much as he could, eventually shooing a lazy brother out of the way by… simply picking him up by the hood and moving him a few feet in another direction.

This apparently happened a lot, because Sans didn’t even react and went right back to just… standing and letting everyone else do all the work if he could get away with it.

Just in case that counted as cooking, Gaster came over a moment later, declared the meal heated up enough, and started serving it.

His own little Sans came out of the back room a few minutes later, once again on his crutches and moving quickly on them, making his way to the table and finding a spot between the two Gasters.

While the older two sat down to eat, Gaster merely sat with them to be company. As the little Sans climbed up beside him he gave him a smile and rubbed his head.

“Feeling alright?”

Most of the attention had been focused on Papyrus and he didn’t want him to feel at all neglected because of it.

Sans was a bit surprised at the attention. He and his own Gaster had gotten onto a similar wavelength once Papyrus came into their lives to be cared for, and he’d almost forgotten for a moment that it wasn’t… always quite like that. With someone else to worry about, rather than thinking about himself more. He took a moment to figure out his answer before nodding.

“I think so.”

“Good.” Gaster said, falling into a comfortable silence. Sans and himself had been the same way. When Papyrus was made both of them had sort of pushed their own needs aside in favor of his. Neither of them regretted it, but… well, he want to make sure this Sans still knew it was okay to pay attention to his own feelings for a little while.

Sans fell into a relaxed silence with him, deciding he liked eating with a lot of people around to watch.

It had been a long day for everyone, and by the time the meal was over, it was clear that at the very least, little Sans should probably have been headed for bed.

It seemed everyone was eager for bed. Well, almost everyone. Gaster made a point to get his double’s attention before signing, ‘Should I sleep in the lab or something?’

He really didn’t want to scar Papyrus more than he already was.

Gaster was surprised at the question, but supposed his double had also had… quite a day. Sure, if you want to. It shouldn’t be too hard to find a bed or couch or something down there and keep it private.

He nodded, although probably would just end up sleeping on the floor somewhere he could lock to make sure no one came in. Having a bed didn’t really matter when you didn’t have bones or… flesh… or anything, really.

‘I’ll probably crash in the machine. We covered it up and everything before we came, same as before.’

Gaster nodded, all right, good. I’ll see you tomorrow, then?

He gave a thumbs up and turned to leave, pausing only to say goodnight to his boys and the little Sans, if he was still awake.

Little Sans did demand a goodbye hug, but it was a very sleepy, very languid one. He was ushered to the back room shortly after, and put into bed beside Papyrus.

Gaster planned to stay up a bit longer to work on some notes, but offered the beds to Sans and Papyrus, and fell asleep a few hours later.

And in the dead of night, the younger Papyrus walked out of his room, and approached his elder’s bed.

Gaster didn’t actually go to the lab right away. He took a little detour to walk the rubble where the earthquake had been for awhile. It was nice to just meander about for him. It was quite. Dead. He could think. Or perhaps, not think.

Eventually though he did go back to his machine and ended up slumped into the seats to rest.

Sans and Papyrus were crashed on the beds, side-by-side. The smaller of the two was sprawled all over the place, while Papyrus was neatly tucked in and sleeping soundly.

Gaster slept soundly on the couch as usual, passed out amongst his notes, and not about to stir anytime soon.

Still, Papyrus’ footsteps were kept light as he walked by, creeping across the floor to reach his elder’s bedside.

Slowly, he reached one hand out and covered his elder’s mouth to stop him from making a loud noise, and tapped his shoulder with the other hand.

Papyrus slowly opened his eyes, but soon jerked awake at the sight of his little doppelganger. He looked at the hand over his mouth and stayed quiet, then up at the face above him again.

Papyrus slumped a bit, looking relieved that his actions hadn’t caused any loud sounds or retaliation. Once it was clear his elder wasn’t going to make any noise in fear, he removed his hand and pressed one finger to his mouth in a ‘shh’ motion, then gestured for Papyrus to get up and follow him.

Papyrus nodded and slowly sat up, looking around for a moment and shoving one of his brother’s arms off him before slipping out of bed.

He knew it wouldn’t wake him up.

The taller skeleton looked down at his double curiously, but eagerly followed.

Papyrus lead his twin to the window. It was unlocked, but whether it had always been that way or simply no one had noticed when it stopped being locked, it was hard to tell. He slid it open easily, the sill not making so much of a squeak as it moved, and climbed out onto the fire escape. He waited for his double to follow before closing the window behind them as best he could.

Once outside in the ‘night,’ he fidgeted, looking around them at the cityscape, and sat down on the top step, curling into the building as if he were still uncomfortable having so much open space around him, and was almost afraid to get lost in it.

It was a little difficult for Papyrus to slip his gangly frame out the window, but he managed it, and was soon stood out on the fire escape with his twin.

He looked down at him curiously and opened his mouth to speak, but realized that would… be a bad move. He knew how loud he sounded.

So instead he took a seat beside his double.

Papyrus had hoped, maybe, if his double talked, that being out on the fire escape might make things a bit better. Maybe it wouldn’t be as loud if it were out here.

Still, he kind of appreciated the quiet. The world was still so new, and big, and loud, and he just… wanted very badly to be a part of it, but--

He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them again, curling up tight and making himself smaller.

Gathering up his courage, he leaned closer to his twin, stretching up a bit so he could lean in and speak near Papyrus’ ‘ear.’

His voice wasn’t particularly loud, but he spoke every letter very, very deliberately, as though he were thinking hard about each one, and was nervous to do so.

“I WANT TO BE A GOOD PERSON. BUT I DON’T THINK I CAN.”

Papyrus leaned down to aid in letting the boy speak into where his ear would be.

At those words he looked surprised and finally spoke. He tried to be as quiet as he could, but it was still pretty loud for a ‘whisper’.

“OF COURSE YOU CAN. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN’T?”

Papyrus fidgeted again, looking down at his feet. “I’M SUPPOSED TO KILL THINGS. SO I DID. BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO. BUT I STILL DID. SO THAT’S BAD.”

Papyrus looked very sad. For a moment he turned away and adopted a similar pose to his counterpart, legs pulled to his chest and arms hugging them.

“DOING BAD THINGS DOESN’T AUTOMATICALLY MAKE YOU A BAD PERSON.” He said after a moment. “YOU DIDN’T WANT TO DO THOSE THINGS. YOU DID BECAUSE YOU FELT YOU HAD TO, RIGHT?” He looked at him.

Papyrus shrugged, leaning his chin on his knees. “...THEY SAID IT WAS WHAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO. SO. THAT’S… WHAT I AM? I MEAN, IT’D BE BAD IF I DIDN’T, TOO, BECAUSE I’M SUPPOSED TO, SO I’D BE A BAD ONE IF I DIDN’T. BUT I’M ALSO BAD FOR DOING IT I THINK. SO...I DON’T KNOW…? I… I PROBABLY COULD’VE NOT AND THINGS WOULDN’T BE DIFFERENT, SO...”

He looked miserable.

“YOU’RE ONLY SUPPOSED TO DO WHAT YOU FEEL IS RIGHT FOR YOURSELF.” Papyrus said, his mind apparently made up pretty instantaneously. “NO ONE CAN DECIDE WHAT YOU’RE MADE FOR BUT YOU. THEY WERE LYING TO YOU TO GET WHAT THEY WANTED.”

He frowned, “IT’S… OKAY.” He hugged his own legs a little tighter and looked down at his twin. “YOU’RE NOT THERE ANYMORE. EVERYTHING IS NEW AND NOW YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU FEEL IS RIGHT.”

His lower jaw wobbled a bit, as if he were close to crying again. “...BUT WHAT IF I START WANTING TO HURT PEOPLE?”

“HAVE YOU EVER WANTED TO HURT PEOPLE?”

“MAYBE?” Papyrus said, burying his face in his hands. “YES? I DON’T KNOW??? I DON’T WANT TO WANT TO HURT ANYONE?????”

“WANTING TO AND BEING TOLD TO AREN’T THE SAME THING. IF… IF THAT’S WHAT’S CONFUSING.” He said, then offered a smile. “IF YOU DON’T NOW THEN… I DON’T THINK YOU EVER DID. YOU WERE JUST DOING IT BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT IT’S WHAT YOU WERE MEANT TO DO.”

“...I WANTED TO HURT THEM,” Papyrus said. “SOMETIMES. I MEAN. COULDN’T, AND I DIDN”T KNOW WHAT I’D DO AFTERWARDS, BUT I STILL…”

He buried his face in his knees again as best he could.

“...I DON’T WANT TO DO THAT WITH SANS OR GASTER….”

“THEM?” Papyrus asked for clarification.

“MY OVERSIGHT TEAM,” Papyrus said, knowing exactly what the group of scientists who were in charge of his handling were called.

“... THEY PROBABLY WEREN’T AS NICE TO YOU AS SANS AND GASTER, WERE THEY?”

PAPYRUS SHOOK HIS HEAD.

“THAT’S… PROBABLY WHY.” Papyrus looked down at his feet. “SANS AND GASTER WON’T DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT TO YOU. YOU’LL NEVER WANT TO HURT THEM, TRUST ME.” He offered his double a smile.

Papyrus looked up at his twin, visibly distressed. “BUT WHAT IF I DO? OR IF I WANT TO DO IT TO OTHER PEOPLE? WAS IT EVEN OKAY TO DO IT BEFORE!?”

“YOU WON’T.” Papyrus said, sounding very sure of this. At the other questions though, he looked torn over what to say.

“I… I NEVER THINK IT’S OKAY TO KILL OR HURT ANOTHER. BUT… DOING SO DOESN’T MAKE YOU A BAD PERSON.” He repeated from earlier and looked at his twin.

“MY DAD HAS KILLED AND… HURT… A LOT OF PEOPLE… BUT… I STILL LOVE HIM. I ALWAYS WILL.” Papyrus smiled. “HE ISN’T A BAD PERSON.”

Papyrus didn’t seem like he knew what to say to that, even though his guilt was still eating him from the inside. That was… he hoped his older self was right.

“...BUT HOW DO I BE A GOOD PERSON?”

“YOU DO WHAT YOU THINK MAKES OTHERS HAPPY. YOU HELP OUT YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS. BE THERE FOR OTHERS.” Papyrus said, as though he was reading off some internal list he had made himself many, many years ago.

“ALWAYS BE THERE FOR THEM WHEN THEY NEED YOU. WATCH OVER THEM. SUPPORT THEM, EVEN… EVEN IF YOU DON’T AGREE WITH WHAT THEY’RE DOING.”

Papyrus watched his twin, listening intently, as if he were carving the words on his soul.

It was the kind of answer he’d always hoped for. Something he could--could list. Could feel like there was something tangible to being good. He could try to do it. Maybe, if he just tried hard enough, he’d succeed.

He nodded up at his double. “OKAY.”

Papyrus smiled at him and slowly, very slowly, reached over to touch his back. It was gentle and barely there, almost like a feather.

Papyrus leaned into the touch.

Seeing that it didn’t make him shy away or flinch, Papyrus couldn’t help himself. He leaned down, his lanky arms wrapping around his doppelganger and hugging him tightly.

Papyrus was a bit startled but the sudden hug, but didn’t object at all. He was touch-starved, even after spending so much time in his new home, and folded into the hug easily, wrapping his arms around his double’s neck and burying his face in his double’s chest.

Be began to sniffle again, and was soon crying into the hug, holding on tightly.

Papyrus started crying too. He squeezed tightly, cradling his younger self as though if he let go he would slip away. He just… he felt so sad. How could anyone do this to someone? It wasn’t even that it was him but… anyone. Anyone! How could someone be so cruel?

It was heartbreaking and he didn’t understand.

Papyrus clung closer until he had largely pulled himself into the other’s lap and curled there, still clinging into the hug, when he realized his double was also crying. “I’M--I’M SORRY!!”

He thought back to earlier today and eventually laughed through his tears. “IT’S… IT’S ALRIGHT. I’M JUST SAD FOR YOU, IS ALL. I’M SAD I COULDN’T HELP YOU. BEFORE ALL OF THIS HAPPENED.”

He didn’t mind that the double was curled up in his lap. If anything it made hugging him easier.

“IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT!” Papyrus said, pulling a hand away to wipe his face. “I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE YOU SAD. SANS AND GASTER DIDN’T KNOW, EITHER!”

Papyrus just nodded, “I KNOW. I KNOW.” He wiped at his tears away and took a moment to breath.

“BUT… WE WILL BE HERE FOR AWHILE. I’LL HELP YOU BE A GOOD PERSON.” He smiled, still blinking back tears.

Papyrus smiled back, a little flicker of hope finally lighting his eyes. “....OKAY.”

#mayem #fear and loathing #undertale #RP log #goop #kid #sans #papyrus #child abuse

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withoutcomedy · 7 years

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FOR EVERY ♪ IN MY INBOX I’LL POST A SONG I LISTEN TO FOR CHARACTER INSPIRATION.

Okay, so I decided to answer all those music asks in one, because i got so many (THANKS SO MUCH <33). However, most of my musical inspiration for Sans is actually instrumental stuff, so don’t expect too much lyrics analysis (though I have a few of those too), and instead a mood analysis, probably. Anyway, here goes nothing.

The sans. Theme and Megalovania (also it’s raining somewhere else) @munus-ludos

Obviously, this would be on my list. I don’t have to explain much about this, do I? It just gives me the character feel, if you get what I mean. When I listen to the sans. Theme I just get a bunch of inspiration for cheeky, “lazy” Sans. The same goes with Megalovania, actually, although I have the problem, that this also puts me into the “write a god damn fighting thread”-mood again and this is never going to happen, so… heh.

The Death Parade OST, especially this song https://youtu.be/mc4peUCtKhc and this song https://youtu.be/F9EV5N0EHcw @drawn-to-space

With its jazzy and calmer tunes, it inspires me to write serious Sans, or sad Sans. You know, because I headcanon him to like jazz and because it just fits the character in general. It’s also kind of similar to It’s Raining Somewhere Else in its mood. I always imagine him hanging out at Grillby’s or MTT Resort when I listen to this, or generally just being on his own and thoughtful.

Boa – Duvet: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBff4F5egLc @the-cruel-covetous-player

Oh man, do you know how fitting I find the lyrics for Sans? Especially genocide Sans? The tone in general sounds really desperate, especially because it seems to talk about someone who knows too much for their own good, someone who looks right through the lies of others. Someone who is losing control. All themes that remind me of Sans. Just look at this:

And you don't seem to understand A shame, you seemed an honest man And all the fears you hold so dear Will turn to whisper in your ear

This reminds me of how Sans is able to read the anomaly’s fucked up mentality early on, and how it will fall back on them later on. At least this is what I put into it.

And you know what they say might hurt you And you know that it means so much And you don't even feel a thing

I don’t have much to say on this, only that it picks up on how Sans would be spooked by how unempathetic the anomaly is and their growing LV.

I am falling, I am fading I have lost it all

These lines are basically summing up the helplessness he experiences in face of the situation. Knowing so much, but being unable to do anything. Losing complete control over everything in his life. Might also refer to literally having to watch all his friends die.

And you don't seem the lying kind A shame then I can read your mind And all the things that I read there Candle lit smile that we both share

Okay basically him being able to read the anomaly’s face. Knowing that they might have been friends in another timeline (especially the Candle lit smile that we both share reminded me of the Dinner at MTT Resort).

and you know I don't mean to hurt you But you know that it means so much And you don't even feel a thing

This speaks to me as it reminds me of how he actually doesn’t want to break his promise but he has to now, and that there is no other way around it. And still, the anomaly keeps going on, no matter what. With that creepy face. You know how scary this is? Anyway.

I am falling, I am fading, I am drowning Help me to breathe I am hurting, I have lost it all I am losing Help me to breathe

Basically his feelings during the Genocide Battle. And now I made myself sad. :(

Lightscape – Revival: here are the lyrics at least, because they are nowhere to be found I wrote them down myself. @stickid

Sadly I can’t post a link to the song itself, because I only have it on Spotify. But the song lyrics ALSO fit SO DAMN WELL to Sans feelings in the genocide Run. I won’t go as much in-depth as with the other song, but let’s just say. It talks a lot about how Sans in the beginning still tries to warn the anomaly, but they refuse to listen, so he finds himself fighting them in the end, and he knows that this timeline / their world is going to hell. And on the one hand he wants to prevent the anomaly from ever spoiling their happy ending (I don’t know what to do, I’m holding out my hand, just take it, it’ll be okay, There’s nothing left to lose) But he knows its already a lost cause. Especially the “can’t stop this anyway” and the can’t stop this refrain in the ending makes me feel for Sans. Uuh. Yes I listen to depressing things.

The Puella Madoka Magica OST (Especially for Scientist Sans for some reason) (For the ANON)

Favourites include these songs especially: https://youtu.be/IHpK1ADX7AI https://youtu.be/fXUvsIoEEUQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3ffX_FGiG0 https://youtu.be/8amTO93Fc-k https://youtu.be/i6Zt78NcvaQ and https://youtu.be/NlNa0N9VQ9w

I can’t really say much to this because it doesn’t really have a logical connection. It just makes me feel like writing about Sans from the lost timeline? Or anything related to his past as Scientist in general, especially it also inspires me to write melancholic Sans and Gaster things. Well, now I made me want to write this. Haha. Damn it.

#tw: long post #musings #ooc

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notedoesart · 7 years

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this is not notes full ref i still got to do his bad time mood, he does have one and im actually excited to do it, but i cant draw weapons very well....oh well practice makes perfect right? anyways like i said this is just part of notes ref but i will still add all his info this includes his bad time mood name:note age:havent decided (was thinking between 17 and 20) gender:male per:note is a mixture of bean gently and sweet to a shy, nervous wreck. most of the time he is fine i mean thats when he is not around people, note cant handle being around people that often, he will become shy and nervous and cant tell what to say and when that happens he becomes frozen in fear, this is when people just look at him like his weird say rude things under their breath and walk off, leaving note upset and more slucded, note gets nervous when people compliant on how cute he is, he will normally blush lightly and look away fiddling with his fingers, if someone really complaints him he will end up freezing in place, his eyes fade to black and he just stays in place squeaking. yes squeaking, sometimes when he is happy, scared, surprised or nervous he tends to squeak. he refuses to fight. as he is not much of a fighter but hurt a friend or attack someone who cant defend your selfs then, i say you better be prepared note is not harmless or weak he can get very mean when he is fighting, its like he becomes a whole other person. one more thing note can not for the life of him stand being alone, so if you make friends with him, but then suddenly leave him. he will go right into a panic attack and start freaking out, and if you end up coming back he might hate you for a while, he really does not like being alone. he also suffers from nightmares, so its best to be around to help him relax when things start to swirl around in his head bio/background note use to be a normal sans, being super lazy and sleeping half the time, well half the time most of his time was spent listening to music, and making wonderfully note puns when his brother yelled at him for not going to sleep, which resulted in him sleeping half the day away and staying awake during the night, another part of his reason for staying up is his father, W.D gaster always needed his help with his experiment, with trying to see if he could open some sort of portal to another timeline, though all of their attempts ended in failure though sans was never really bothered him, but it did however bother gaster, though he never really showed it, but sans could tell he was upset, he didnt need anything special to see how angry this was making gaster. though he just said a stupid pun which always made him laugh, they were happy though and everything was alright until......the year they came.....the human that is, sans was the first to greet them outside of the ruins he made friendly talk with them, but they just greeted him with a blank stare and a murders vibe, at first sans really didnt care and just said that they will see them later and soon left, he really didnt care for the human at this time, as he was more busy with other things, as he returned back to the lab he was greeted by gaster who had been watching the cameras with young alphys. he had asked sans if he could bring in the human, at first he was puzzle why did gaster want the human? before he could ask gaster quickly explained how the human could possess some kind of power he needed, sans was still puzzled and confused but agreed to bring the human in, before he left his brother showed up and asked him where he was going, quickly explaining what gaster wanted him to do, papyrus was all too excited to go, he never met a human before and he wanted to go, so sans allowed him to go i mean what harm could happen to them right? so sans and papyrus set off to find the human, little did they know the human was causing quite a stir, as they made their way threw snowdin, monster who were able too fled, others who coundt were...dusted to say the list, it was utter caous, monster fleeing for their lives while trying to say others they wernt really ready for this, their was little to no warning one of the royal guards who manged to survive a blow tried his best to get to snowdin and warn the monsters, but it didnt work out, as he was soon turned to dust, after that monster started to scramble running in fear, after an hour snowdin was silent, and dust flew around in the wind, their in middle of the town stood a lone child smirking, dust covered their ounce blue shirt with purple stripes, their brown pants no longer brown. the ends of their hair was also covered in dust. but they wernt done yet far from done and soon they made their way into waterfall..... hours passed and sans and papyrus soon came upon snowdin, sans was more rattled then papyrus as he noticed the dust, and soon tears trailed down his face as he saw pile of dust, a sudden thought in his head, what would of happened if papyrus would of been here, his eyes soon faded as more tears trailed down his check bones, papyrus soon noticed this and tried his best to comfort his brother, saying things were fine, but they were beyond not fine, thinking quickly sans soon grabbed papyrus and teleported back to the lab, where gaster looked confused, so sans quickly told him what was happening, gaster soon sighed and turned to alphys who looked scared and upset, gaster told sans he has been watching he too was worried about what was going on, and soon sent out a e-vac warning to all monster who where alive, to flee that a murders human was coming, gaster was able to get alphys to leave but when he went to go and make sans and papyrus leave, well they were stubborn and refused to leave, mainly sans though both gaster and sans wanted papyrus to leave, as neither one of them wanted him hurt, but papyrus was stubborn like sans, and so he stayed, so the tree of them decided to stay in the lab, gaster and sans kept papyrus away from the screen as they watched the human as they made their way into hotland, sans was nervous the human looked strong, he wondered how much LV they gotten since coming here, and how much more can they get? sans was siting at a table as he was talking to gaster about what they should do, both of them heard something, before they could react something exploded sending sans flying into the wall, he almost passed out but he was strong enough to keep him self awake, gaster came rushing over to him and asked if he was alright, sans nodded and stood up looking at the rising smoke, before he could asked he saw something flapping in the wind of the explosion a red scarf. his eyes widen and he tired to rush forward but gaster held him back as he called out for his brother, but he was answered with creepy laughter, and soon the human came walking out of the smoke, looking at them both smirking, sans took a step back taken back by fear, his brother.....his brother papyrus was gone turned to dust, fear was soon replaced with anger and hatred, finally pushing his father off sans rushed forward, to try and revenge his brother but the human was to strong and quickly grabbed a hold of sans and smirked, and said he should try again and went to go and kill him but gaster appeared ripping sans from the humans grip and getting hurt instead, he stumbled back onto a panel and panted from the wound though it didnt kill him, with quick thinking gaster quickly pressed a button and slowly a portal began to open, he then appeared besides sans who was half awake and half asleep, gaster last words were "dont come back son...until you've become stronger, please" with out a moment to lose as the portal didnt stay open for longer he pushed sans into it. as sans was pushed through the portal the human tired to follow, but gaster stopped them from following sans. as sans was floating waiting to see where he would end up, he passed out he didnt know what happened but his memories were eased. gaster after he said those finale words took his memories away, he didnt want sans to remember, not yet at least he was going to wait sans needed to remember on his own. finally after hours sans soon woke up in a empty space, remember nothing not even his name, and his clothes changed he didnt remember putting them on then again he didnt remember on how he got here or where he was, he became scared and alone, he didnt want to be alone he just didnt and soon had a mental break down, which he soon calmed down after an hour or two and just laid their crying softly, wondering what he should do......what was their to do? he didnt know, due to him not remembering his name, he was wondering what kind of name would he want? he wondered this after he calmed down, looking around he noticed the violin and thought for a bit before grabbing it and picking it up and tugged on a string, after letting it go it made a noise, he actually liked it and did it ounce again, but he didnt know what this was or how to play it but over time he slowly learned after many many trial and errors, as he played it he noticed that the notes on his sash and head band would glow, with faint yellow light. and he soon got his name from that note it seamed fitting to him and he enjoy the noises that came from the thing he played, and he started to feel less lonely, he spent a lot of his time learning how to play the violin, he loved it, but he noticed that ounce in a while, he will have these nightmares, which cause him to panic cause he will sometimes see flash images or hear voices calling out a name he didnt understand he was scared of them and blocked them out, he didnt want them to bother him...at all ahhh and their it is! at least a good bit of his bio/backstory its not done yet but *shrugs*what eves anyways ill start the comic on super soon i gotta sketch it out first and from their i will start the amazing adventure of note!! other info status level:30 HP:3,000/3,000 ATT:40 DEF:50 exp??? weapon:violin (youll find out soon) aromor:none gold:0 (for now) bad time mood info when note goes into bad time mood, he has to play his violin first, it has to be a very upbeat song. as his violin and bow string can turn into weapons, his bowstring becomes a sword, and his violin becomes a shield the shield only appears when he throws up his hands to block weather it be one or two hands, his shield can deflect most things if he is not carefully his shield can crack, which intern can crack his violin, which is why he does not use his shield often, his sword is the same way but it is stronger then his shield and holds all of the magic also in bad time mood note is able to make wings appear on his back allowing him to fly, though their not strong enough to keep him afloat for long attacks note is unable to summon bones, but how ever he is able and summon notes, as his attacks are music base ...yet....is somehow able to summon a gaster blaster. when he does summon one it will have faint glowing notes on its body and when firing a shot it almost sounds musically small note~ note is smaller then a normal sans i would say about 1 foot shorter, he really hates to be called short magic color: light yellow, all his magic ties with his violin he is barely able to use magic on his own soul color: light yellow with light yellow aura around it, it faces down like a monster soul outfit: wears a dark navy blue suit, with a white dress shirt underneath, wears a lighter navy blue colored dress pants, wears navy and light yellow colored boots with black notes on them, he has a big fluffy white collar(uses to cover his face with, i will allow people draw it where his fluffy collar is actually a hoodie), his sash holds his violin and bowstring, and he wears a headband with notes on it, the notes on his sash and headband light up when he plays his violin, the notes on his violin also glow up when he plays his violin i think thats it, if i need to add anything else i will, cause their is still stuff i need to add to note note belongs to me, his au name is quitetale sans, gaster and undertale belong to toby fox

~3~ hmm enjoy

#note #note!sans #quitetale #myau

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canadian-buckbeaver · 7 years

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An Inky Error - Ch. 3

Time has past since the sole survivor of the Swap! Genocide joined Ink and Error on their quest. Now he finally has his own... Can he handle it

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Stretching, Berry woke slowly, causing his bones to creak and shudder back into place. As usual he jolted, not immediately recognizing the room. Once he did, he felt his bones relax, and the cartilage shift. Yawning, he rubbed the sleep dust from his eye and stared at his orange bracelet. “MORNING PAPY.” He said. The bracelet of course, said nothing back to him. When Berry had come across the dust pile by the stream and his brother’s hoodie, it had unleased memories from the previous resets, unleashing a deep rage within him and causing him to create his own Determination. He had been hoping that the human would reset, restoring Swapverse for what it was before they slaughtered everyone but, to his dismay he had waited hours but nothing changed. The human indeed had given up and, perhaps as a last resort, decided against resetting, preventing the return of his beloved brother.

A last, cruel attack.

He had almost fallen when Ink and Error had come across him and now, now he was better. Although it wasn’t the best time in his life (those times would always be reserved for when he was with Papy), it wasn’t the worst. Ink and Error had been training in Core Frisk’s mission and, so far he was really enjoying it. Preventing what happened to him with other monsters was a cause worthy of the Royal Guardsman-to-be….

… like he would ever be able to become a Royal Guardsman now.

Shaking his head, he gathered his wits again. He couldn’t afford to think like that. Negatively, hard on himself, etc. Ink and Error were counting on him to be his very best, especially with Ink being so far along in his pregnancy they had to be even more careful. One small hit and he could lose the baby. That wasn’t an option.

Jumping out of the bed, he quickly straightened the covers and stretched again. Ink and Error had been able to pull some of his things from his universe and make up a quick bedroom for him. He much appreciated having a little bit of home with him but, it still wasn’t the same.

As he jogged into what they had dubbed the ‘Control Room’, he realized that there was a strange glow coming from the room. Perring in cautiously, he almost gasped out loud. There, sitting on one of the chairs in the room was a pale girl. The colours were dully muted and the eyes were blank and dark. This must have been the Core Frisk that they were talking about. As he watched she gave a quick nod and disappeared from the room. She could teleport? He watched a little longer as Ink and Error anxiously talked amongst themselves quietly. They looked extremely worried.

Finally he chose to enter the room. “HEY GUYS!” he cheerfully cried out. “GOOD MORNING!” He gave a gentle hug to Ink but avoided Error. Error had made it clear that, unless he was Ink, there was a no touching rule. Berry respected that. Papy had made it clear that there were some people, like himself, that enjoyed hugs and touching, and others, like Error and Grillby, who preferred not to be touched, and he had to respect that. He backed away from the couple. “SO. WHAT ARE WE DOING TODAY? ANOTHER MISSION?” he asked.

Ink and Error looked at each other, talking to each other without words, and looked back at him. “Yes, but you should probably stay here…” began Ink.

Berry instantly began to pout. “WHAT? NO WAY. WHY?”

“Well… it involves you and… and Underswap in a way.” Ink said, looking at Error, unsure on how to proceed. Berry began to quiver a bit in anticipation. This must be something big. He had to be a part of this!

Luckily Error took over. “y-You s-s-ssee Berry,” he said, “t-TH-there is a CON-nstellation th-THAT h-has c-C-c-cauSed a LOT of is-issue-ISSUES with C-C-cCore Frisk…” he paused to pull up the computer screen, showing a star map. “B-b-Berry, meet the-THE Beaver constellation.”

Berry looked at the groupings of stars. It did faintly look like a beaver but it was always sort of hard to tell with stars. It would have been a lot clearer for his brother… He trusted on what Ink and Error said though. “OK…” he said hesitantly.

Ink and Error looked at each other, and this time it was Error the one to shrug. Ink sighed. “Well we might as well just spit it out. You know how a lot of these stars write either different timelines or relationships?” Ink asked while Berry nodded. “Well, these stars specialize in writing the pairing called ‘Edgeberry’, which there is an Underfell Papyrus, paired with an Underswap Sans…” Ink said, pausing to allow Berry to absorb this information.

The blue skeleton blinked a little in confusion, before looking back at the stars. He had seen this type of pairing before in timelines though he hadn’t known the specific ‘ship’ name for it. Not that he had a problem with it, to each their own opinions, it was just he had usually seen most writers pan off and write other pairings or stories, or move on to different subjects. Not just continuously write the same couple, over and over again. “OK… PLEASE, PLEASE GO ON. TELL ME MORE,” he said again, urging Ink to continue. He could feel himself trembling. This was something big. Something good. Something where he would be at least be able to contribute something real to the group. Not just ‘pretend’ as he had felt for so long.

Ink nodded. “Well, there is one specific trilogy that Core!Frisk has a problem with.” Ink keyed in a command on the computer so a specific star trail was shown on the monitor. The lead star was a deep blood red colour, odd for a star, and alarmingly had black cracks through it and the end, just as disturbing. “This star trail in the Beaver timeline, it is known as ‘Fell’s Invasion’. Long story short, and no spoilers for the story in case the author finds out what we are planning, Underfell invades Underswap, and a lot of serious trouble ensues. Core!Frisk has seen into the author’s mind and does not like where the story is headed. She wants us to enter the story and change the plot, change its ending.” Ink said.

Error turned to Berry. “D-d-DOEs th-that make s-s-s-s-Sense?” he asked.

“SO, JUST TO MAKE SURE THAT I HAVE THIS CORRECT, CORE!FRISK WANTS US TO CHANGE AN AUTHOR’S STORY LINE? CHANGE EVERYTHING?” he asked. Error and Ink nodded encouragingly. They knew that Berry would understand. “BUT… BUT WHY?” asked Berry. “INK, YOU’VE SAID IT TO ME BEFORE THAT CREATIVITY IS ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT TALENTS THAT ANYONE CAN PROCESS. WHY DO WE WANT TO INFLUENCE IT OURSELVES? DOESN’T THAT GO AGAINST YOUR VALUES?” he asked.

Ink looked from Berry, to Error and back down to his small belly, looking anxious. He had known that this question was coming. He still didn’t have a good answer for it though. “Normally yes,” he said, “but Core!Frisk was scared. She could not give all the details, but could tell us that there would be something terrible happening to Alphys, Papyrus, Sans, and many other monsters if we did not stop this author.”

Berry froze. “SOMETHING… SOMETHING HAPPENS… TO THIS PAPYRUS?” he asked. In that single instant his mind was flooded with images. His older brother feeding, bathing and playing with him as a baby bones. Paps and himself pretending to be members of the Royal Guard as children. When Gaster fell into the Void, Paps bravely telling him to stay strong, that he would always look after him. His brother, always sleeping, tired from working three jobs to keep the house, clothing on them and keep food in the fridge. The constant sacrifices that his brother made for him. The memory of his brother being cut down still blazed fresh in his mind. Determination began to build and well within him. He had to stop another Sans from undergoing the same pain that he did. It was his duty. He survived the genocide run and knew the pain of being forced to live without the one he loved most. He would prevent that from happening again, he swore.

Ink and Error looked at one another, once again silent words passing between them. Berry looked at them with slight irritation and pouted slightly. It wasn’t fair that they were able to do that. How was he supposed to convince them if he didn’t know what the argument was? It was like he was fighting blind!

Ink and Error tore their eyes away from one another and looked at Ink’s stomach, the small multi-coloured heart just shining through his tunic, the smallest hill in the tunic. The worried looks on their skulls said enough. Ink needed rest. This would only stress the baby, Paperjam, out, making the pregnancy even more difficult than it already was.

Ink and Error turned back to Berry. “Fine… this once. In and out.” Ink said. “As a Swap skeleton you’ll draw the least amount of attention anyways…”

Berry could hardly hold back his excitement! Finally! Something real! He could help! Maybe Ink and Error would finally see how useful he actually was and have him do more…

Ink and the baby needed to be protected, meaning that Ink was off duty, confined to rest and ‘light’ work until he gave birth, and Error couldn’t go alone.

This is just what he wanted… what he needed! He needed to be helpful, have a couple adventures. Finally… finally he felt like his life had purpose again. He would make this constellation-author rue the day that she ever started to write this story! Make her cure the day that she ever thought of doing something, anything to the Swap!Papyrus and Sans here. After all, if Core!Frisk was involved… it had to be something big. Something bad.

Yes. Yes he would stop this madness. He would make his brother proud of him… his sacrifices would not be in vain.

* * * * *

When Berry stepped through the portal he was stunned. It was almost exactly like his Snowdin. From the position of Muffet’s café, to the great tree in the middle of the town, it looked the same. Except… Berry quickly dived behind a nearby trash can and watched as two darkly armoured guards strode by him, both without a care in the world. Those guards he had never seen in his Underswap. They had to be of Underfell. Berry gulped, watching as they walked away, talking animatedly towards the other. They looked so strong, the tendons and muscles swelling in their arms were a prime example. The weapons that they carried, those looked positively deadly though his Alphys would know more about them. And then, there was that… that aura that they gave off…

It radiated pure evil…

Berry gulped. Maybe he had made a mistake. Maybe he wasn’t as ready for this mission as he had thought himself. But no. Ink and Error – those two were counting on him! And, if he did this right, the next time that Dream!Sans came over, he would have an adventure to tell him… And then there was his and this universe’s Papyrus…. he had to finish this. He owed it to him in the way. So, it was for everyone that he would finish this. For their sakes he would continue on.

He had to stop this evil Beaver. No excuse!

Creeping through the town was slower than he had thought it would be. Although he had the so-called ‘hometown advantage’ there were the Underfell guards everywhere. He was forced to take detour after detour, hide again and again. Soon he was exhausted, small beads of sweat dripping into his sockets and his unneeded breaths came in small huffs… and he hadn’t even reached where he was supposed to yet. This was stupid, he realized. He should have gotten more information from Ink and Error, or they from Core!Frisk. How was he supposed to stop the author and their plans for Papyrus if he didn’t know what these plans were? He could be making his way through Snowdin for nothing. This was ridiculous!

Another trio of guards walked right in front of Berry, for the moment not seeing him. They seemed engrossed in one of the guard’s stories. He looked to be a type of dog, though not one that he had seen in his universe, holding a small, dark trident. As Berry silently panicked he heard the guard tell the others about the Swap!Rabbit that he had just dusted, in gross, disgustingly vivid detail.

Finally gathering his senses he ducked into another alley, panting, and just dodging yet another group of guards. Grumbling he turned…

And felt his soul freeze in his rib cage.

There, laying on the ground of the alley, was a little blue skeleton, obviously himself but of this universe. There was no mistaking the blue battle body and homemade bandana. This Sans looked terrified, his blue eye lights not stars or heart shaped, but wide and frightened. There was a red scarf tied around his jaw, killing any sounds that he might have made. A large red, gloved hand pined both his wrists to the ground, the other gently stroking his arm and leg bones as the owner, a tall, jagged skeleton hovered over him, a greedy look etched deeply into his damaged skull…

Berry stared for a second, transfixed by what he was seeing. How could the author imagine this? No… this was Underswap! Nothing bad would to it on his watch. Berry would ensure of that. Ripping his eyes away from the terrifying sight, he ran. He ran down the street feeling a familiar stinging in his eye lights. No. No! He wouldn’t cry! That is what this author, this disgusting universe wanted. He had survived losing his brother, he would survive this. Not just survive, he would win this game!

Spinning around another corner he saw it. That familiar orange pullover. The thick smell of cigarette smoke. Papyrus? Another memory flooding back to him, he saw himself in a familiar scene, leaping into his brother’s arms.

But… this wasn’t HIS brother he remembered just in time.

The Sans in the alley, this was his brother.

… Perfect… He not only was the stronger, more magically trained of them in this universe, but he was Sans’ brother. Nothing would stop him from protecting his brother. Not a guard and not a sword. He would save this Sans. From anything, no matter the cost.

Rushing in front of the surprised skeleton, Blue grabbed the front of the front of the pullover, yanking the taller down to his level. As black irises stared into his own, the speech that Berry had planned, faded into nothing. “PAPYRUS, YOUR BROTHER’S BEING KIDNAPPED! OKAY! BYE!” Immediately releasing the too-familiar cloth, he ran down the street that he had just came from. It took only a second but he could hear the sound of echoing footsteps behind him. This other Papyrus was just like his after all. Risking everything to rescue his brother. Berry began to summon his magic, feeling it tickle across his bones, cascading through his joints…

He prayed to the stars and the angel that this world did not end up like his world. Dead, dusted, lifeless and alone… It deserved better than that.

He teleported then, feeling the familiar yank of the shortcut. Hiding in the trees outside of Snowdin he sighed in relief as he felt a loosening of something in the atmosphere. Telling Papyrus about the other Sans’ predicament… it must have changed something. Clicking a few buttons on his cell phone, he summoned the portal, and he stepped through. He had a feeling that Beaver wouldn’t be much trouble anymore.

* * * * *

Error and Ink watched in astonishment as the tail of stars belonging to ‘Invasion’ flickered for a second and then dimmed. As Berry came through they surrounded him, erupting into cheers and hugging him.

“y-Y-y-oU D-did it!” Error exclaimed, rubbing the top of his skull lightly.

“We never had any doubts!” Ink shot back, holding Berry in a deep and close hug. Berry smiled as he felt Paperjam’s little soul buck against him.

He could even feel his brother’s smile. He had made him proud… he had saved someone else from suffering the same fate of him. He would be taken seriously. This was far more important than any position of the Royal Guards. He felt…

There was a small ding on Error’s computer. Ink, Error and Berry froze, turning to stare at the star-filled screen. The beaver’s constellation flickered and then shone, more brilliant then before. Before their very sockets, the starry trail of ‘Invasion’ flared to life again. There was some differences to them. A couple stars had seemed to be burned out but there was still that dreaded path. And as they watched, more stars flickered to life.

“WHAT DOES IT MEAN? ERROR?” Berry asked, scared. He should have known it was too easy of a fix. Simply forcing that world’s Papyrus to step in? What was he thinking?

“T-they m-M-made a n-n-New trail…” Error said. “Th-THE au-auth-or i-i-IS goi-GOING ah-ahead with the-THE-the story…” Error turned back to the other skeletons. “WE didn-DIDN’t sto-STop TH-them…”

Ink looked fearful. This had never happened before. Core!Frisk had said too that they were sure that if the one part of the storyline was ruined that they would give it up, let the two universes live in peace.

But obviously they weren’t counting on Beaver’s determination to continue through with this hell.

Berry stepped forward. “Don’t look so glum guys. You have me! And I won’t quit until I know that the other me and his brother are safe and sound, safe from Beaver’s clutches!”

For all his brave words, he looked over at the tourtured star. How many more times would he have to travel? And would he help Ink and Error be successful in their quest?

And so their brave but rather fruitless quest began. For ever plan and plot that Error, Ink and Berry discovered and foiled, the author always had a another leading to the same end point. Berry becoming more and more determined that this Swap brotherly duo stay together, and Ink becoming further and further along in his pregnancy while Error worried over the both of them.

The author seemed content too, to play goddess from afar. She toyed with them. Sent them one way, and then another. Kept them guessing to what her next scheme was.

And their endless games continued on until, at long last, Fell met the courageous threesome…

And Ink suffered for it.

#edgeberry #paperjam #us!sans #error!sans #ink!sans #uf!sans #us!papyrus #fellsinvasion #tie in #skeleton pregnancy #baby on the way

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Fandom: Darkness!Drifter by @bl3ppsn3kk Driftverse by @onebizarrekai

Characters and pairing: Underfell!Sans, Underswap!Sans, Dream, Nightmare, Underkeep!Sans, Outertale!Sans, Epic!Sans, Cross!Sans, Darkness!Dreammare

Warnings: character death, swearing, violence, manipulation, abusive relationship tw, angst

Word count: 4,034

Summary: Darkness!Drifter, but with Asshole Nightmare.

Underfell Sans 9054’s reaction when he stabbed the other straight through the soul, pinning the other bodily as well, hissing “You arrogant fool, did you really think that I wouldn’t notice that you’ve been finding ways to slip information to those pathetic rebels in your insignificant AU?”

“F-FUCK YOU! YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULD LET PAP LIVE IF I HELPED YOU!” The Fell Sans cursed, struggling with his final breath to summon an attack, even as his body crumbled to dust slowly around him.

“And I did let him live - up until the fool attempted to attack me. Then he died, as all traitors do. I warned you that if you crossed me, you would pay with your life.” Nightmare smirked, his visible eye light shining brightly “I do regret not killing him in front of you. Perhaps that would have broken some of the rebellious spirit inside of you. Then again, through your bumbling attempts at stealth and secrecy have led me straight to the so-called leaders of this pathetic attempt at resistance.”

“F… Fu...Ck… You…” The Fell Sans spat, managing to gather up enough energy to summon a blaster and sending a weak pulse of pure magic Nightmare’s way.

Entirely too slowly, and the dark overlord laughs as he casually steps aside, avoiding the slow burst of the dying monster’s magic, flicking his tentacle and wiping it clean of the mustard and dust that had coated it on the other’s now empty clothes.

“P-Please… I-I’ll do anything! J-Just please s-stop th-this!” Underswap Sans 2166 begged, tears streaming down his face. Interestingly enough, this Sans wore golden armor, instead of the usual blue. He was on his hands and knees, trembling violently.

Nightmare hummed for a moment - the other’s magical tears were a light teal color - and he wrapped a tentacle around the other’s waist, glancing at the other consideringly. The other’s despair and fear were exquisite for the lord of negativity to feel. Besides, Dust had been complaining that his latest toy had broken recently “And what would you give me in exchange for sparing your world, hmmm?”

“I… A-any… Anything! W-Whatever you w-want of me, I-I’ll do it!” The Swap Sans begged, the tears continuing to stream down his face. On the other hand, the younger skeleton was doing admirably not to snivel and crawl up into an unintelligible ball of fear and distress - which was impressive for a swap.

“Very well. You will accompany me to another world. You will be… Trained by the person I give you too, for what he requires of you. Do you understand?” Nightmare explained, a small smirk appearing on his face.

His brother was barely conscious, and fear, hatred and distress were the Papyrus’s greatest emotions at this point in time. The other called out weakly “B-Bro… D… Don’t do it…”

Curiously, the Swap Sans rallied himself a little at the sound of his brother’s voice, wiping his face free of tears, a bit of steel entering the other’s voice “O… Okay. As long as you promise that neither you, nor any of your people will ever step foot in this world again. I will… I will go with you. B-But first I want the human released back here, so that… So that all of the damage that has been caused to this world can be undone.”

Nightmare blinked a little bit in surprise - not expecting the other to try to negotiate with him. Hmm, perhaps the other might be useful in other ways? The grin on his face stretched wider and he answered “Agreed.” He snapped his fingers, and the unconscious form of the determined human child reappeared. They were badly injured, but still breathing if only barely. The tentacle wrapped around the Underswap Sans’s waist tightened a little as he created a portal, pulling the both of them through. Nightmare paused just long enough once on the other side of the portal to strike the human directly through the chest, shattering their soul in order to force a reset.

He of course let the Swap Sans see this, and hear the human’s scream of dying agony.

“Nightmare, you don’t have to do this! You can… You can stop fighting, and we… We can look for a cure for the corruption together.” Dream called out from where he was crouching, perched on a sturdy tree branch, his bow strung and pointed directly at the other, his hands shaking just a little, despite the confidence in his voice.

“And just why should I stop? They never stopped trying to hurt me, no matter how much I begged them? Now I have the power to do as I wish to whoever I want. Where are those adorable friends of yours, Dream? I thought that you and Ink were joined at the hip - along with at least one mortal tagalong for cannon fodder.” Nightmare purred as he stalked closer to his other half, making his way to the other. This was a surface AU - a rather pretty one at that. It was going to be so much fun to twist.

“None of them are cannon fodder! They are my friends and allies, Nightmare!” Dream hissed, his eye light shrinking a little, shifting a bit on his perch before teleporting to the other side of the clearing and shooting at him.

Nightmare didn’t even have to dodge as the arrow flew wide and buried itself in a bush before dissipating. The corrupted guardian laughed “Come now, Dream. I know you’re a better marksman than that. Or was that a warning shot? You know I won’t stop simply because you plead with me and cry.” He sent a couple of tentacles after Dream, grinning as he watched the other dodge, leaping from branch to branch.

Dream never saw one of his tentacles move one of the branches, which whacked the other out of the canopy and sending him sprawling on the ground, landing on one of his sides with a would-be sickening crack if he cared about the other’s health and safety. But it wasn’t a mortal blow, so Nightmare didn’t care. The other groaned weakly, trying to get up, only to collapse against the ground, stunned and bleeding magic.

Nightmare sent several tentacles after Dream, intent on capturing the other again - only to hiss and draw away as several Gaster Blasters appeared out of nowhere, their raw magical energy slamming into his grasping tentacles and severing them as he withdrew them. An Underkeep and an Outerfell Sans appeared out of nowhere, similar scowls of protective fury on their faces and in their emotional auras, sending wave after wave of bones after him in a surprisingly synchronized attack. “Everything’s clear - Ink sent us on ahead to see how you were fairing! We’ll grab you and retreat back to safety.” The Underkeep Sans called over his shoulder at the injured Dream, who only groaned in response. They escaped before Nightmare could break through their bone walls.

Outertale 123. It was a post-pacifist AU where the monsters had been set free of the barrier decades ago in their timeline, and after some initial bumpiness, both humans and monsters grew to love and respect one another, and explored and terraformed distant stars and planets to their souls’ content. It was exactly the sickeningly sweet bullshit that his other half would be so delighted to see.

Naturally it disgusted Nightmare. These people were far too happy for his liking. A dark smirk played on his lips as he stalked after the Sans of this timeline. He’d been picking off people in the other’s life for weeks now - killing them when they were alone, and leaving their dust for the Sans alone to find. The other had gone from concerned and confused, to wary and despairing. What made it better was the fact that rumors and whispers of that Sans being the one to blame for their deaths, despite being the head arbiter of Monster kind, and a well-respected and beloved comedian.

He was on his way to talk to his brother, Papyrus, who believed in and loved his brother, and had agreed to watch over the other, in case something was happening to him when he slept. The two of them walked down a star-lit alleyway, and Nightmare couldn’t help but laugh, the dark, echoing sound causing both of the younger skeletons to freeze. “Well, well. Isn’t this just sweet?”

“Oh fuck. I recognize you from my worst nightmares!” The Outertale Sans swore, dragging his brother back behind him “P-Papyrus, run! I… I’ll handle this guy. G-Go to Undyne and tell her to bring the guard - and I mean all of them!”

“BROTHER? IS THIS SOMEONE FROM THOSE SIGHT-VISION THINGS OF YOURS?” The Papyrus asked with a frown, unwilling to leave his brother behind to this goopy stranger.

“Huh… You’re a Seer. That’s rather unusual for a Sans. But I already have three of you working for me anyways.” Nightmare shrugged “So I’m sorry, but you’d just be unnecessary.”

“PAPYRUS RUN NOW!” The Sans yelled, throwing up several walls of bones and summoning several blasters at the same time, breaking out his bold voice.

The Papyrus made it three steps before Nightmare teleported behind both of the brothers and pierced both of their souls with his tentacles, laughing darkly as he did so “Far too late, little seer. Your power is no match for mine.” They coughed, sputtered once and turned to dust, desperately trying to reach out to one another to hold hands, their fingers turning to dust and mixing together.

“Bruh! It’s been forever since we’ve seen each other! I’ve missed you superbad, man.” A tall, purple clad Sans called out, tackling Cross and hugging him tightly “Ink has been.. Such a cagey jerk about where you’ve been and it’s sucked! But you’re here! I’ve got so many dank memes to show you.”

“Dude! I didn’t know you were visiting this timeline!” Cross responded, a wide grin appearing on his face as he hugged the other back just as tightly “Yeah… I’m really mad at Ink for… Reasons I totally don’t want to go into, because it will bring down my mood, and with you here, I feel great. You always make me happy, E.” The normally stoic Sans’s face had light up, and his emotions were much lighter than Nightmare had ever sensed them.

What the actual fuck was going on? Curious and intrigued, Nightmare leaned against one of the huge buildings of this world, content to watch for the moment.

“Ouch, bruh. I mean, I totally get it - Ink can be such a bastard sometimes- especially if he’s forgotten to take his vials and Dream’s not around him… Wait, have you even met Dream?” E as he was so named asked, his eye lights brightening a little “The little dude is amazing, you totally should. It’s like… Just being around him makes me feel as if everything’s going to be okay. He tries super hard to help everyone and is…” The skeleton brought two fingers up to his teeth and kissed his fingers with his hand before gesturing away from himself briefly.

That had absolutely no meaning whatsoever to Nightmare, who tilted his head a little, and was further confused at the incredibly over-dramatic gasp from Cross, who’s eye lights had widened before turning into stars for fuck’s sake.

“No! I haven’t. But if he really can do something like that… I’d love to meet him.” Cross responded, his eye lights still stars. His emotions were almost entirely positive in nature, and that stupid smile was still on his face. He frowned a little, the good feelings fading somewhat “I… Have met someone else though. He uhh… He’s a scary dude. And the skeles he runs with…” Cross shudders, his bones rattling a little, grimacing a little.

“That bad, bruh?” E prodded, a look of concern appearing on his face as he pulled the other a little bit closer. The two of them hadn’t stopped hugging since the purple Sans had tackled him minutes ago. It was odd to see Cross allowing such sustained contact with someone willingly.

“You have. No idea. Dude, I… I just wanna hang with you, man. I don’t want to think about him or the jackass squad. They’re worse than Fresh and Error.” Cross muttered, shuddering again and looking around “Dude! Is that a meme store I see! We should go in! I wonder if they’ve got rubber chickens that we could fight with. That was so much fun last time.”

Nightmare wondered if this was code for something. However as Cross excitedly dragged the other into the obnoxiously neon colored store and back out minutes later, there were two rubber chickens clutched tightly in both Sanses’ hands. Cross turned to face the other, a serious expression on his face for the first time since they’d started talking “You ready for this, dude?”

“You betcha, bruh!” E called out, gripping his rubber chickens and charging Cross, whacking him over the head with one of them, an unholy sound leaving the strange toy. It sent a shudder straight through Nightmare, who suddenly teleported between the two of them “That is it. Cross, put those ridiculous things down right now. You either kill this hapless moron right now, or I will.”

The joy and happiness within Cross’s emotional aura - and the smile on his face - vanished abruptly. He took a couple of small steps back, his eye lights shrinking to pinpricks “Ni… Nightmare… How long have… Have you-” The other stuttered, fear and panic in his aura.

“Since the two of you first started hugging. Kill him, Cross.” Nightmare ordered, scowling darkly at his unruly subordinate.

“Uhhh… Who the fu-” The purple skeleton started, only to be cut off by Cross.

“Epic, p-please let me handle this!” Cross snapped, shaking a little “I… I’m s-sorry for acting s-so ridiculous in front of you, Boss! He… He’s a powerful fighter. He’s from an AU called Epic!Tale and he’s a powerful fighter. He can be really useful to you please don’t make me kill him or kill him in front of me! P… Please? He… He’s my best friend…”

Nightmare tilted his head a little, as if considering the other’s plea “... And how do I have any indication that he’s more than the ridiculous simpleton that he was when the two of you were acting like before you realized that I was here, hmm? Or is that his special ability, to make other people act like idiots?”

“It-It’s not like that boss, I swear! We… We’ve both had some really shitty lives before… Before we met each other and… And together we use humor in order to cope and relate to each other.” Cross had fallen to his knees, his hands cupped in front of him in a pleading gesture, tears gathering in his eye sockets “Please… Boss… Epic c-can be useful to you, an-and I’ll make sure that he knows the rules and everything!”

“One week. You have one week to prove that he is a useful tool to me - and if he resists any order I give him, you will wish you’d have killed him by the time I’ve finished with him. Is that understood?” The fallen guardian hissed. Cross nodded frantically and dragged his friend away from him, whispering frantically, eye lights dim and shattered.

Nightmare gasped a little as he woke from the memories that the strange voices had prompted him to remember. A small smirk appeared on his lips as thousands more memories of causing others fear and pain flashed through his mind. A soft, dangerous chuckle rumbled through his chest as he wondered if he was alone in this body - or if Dream resided somewhere within this body - perhaps slumbering? He froze up for a moment as another memory rushed to the forefront of his mind… However this one, was from his other half.

Nightmare loomed over him, his cyan eye lights burning brightly, the other’s fury and indignation pressing hard against Dream’s senses, causing the corrupted positive spirit to whimper a little as he cringed away from the other “N-Nightmare?” He asked, voice trembling a little as he tried to figure out why the other was so upset.

“I told you not to leave this room, didn’t I?” Nightmare growled, grabbing his wrists with one hand and pressing them over his head, the other’s grip painful and bruising.

“Y-You d-did, Nightmare.” Dream stammered out, his eye lights shrinking to pinpricks as he glanced away from the other. He flinched as he felt the negative guardian’s other hand grab his chin and yank his face so he was forced to look up at the other.

“So why did Killer and Dust tell me that they saw you in the kitchen, Dream? I don’t make these rules up because I want to. My minions are violent and unstable. While I have informed them that you aren’t a threat to them any longer, I don’t trust them not to try to hurt you anyways.” Nightmare hissed, shaking the other’s head a little “And if they kill you, that will kill me too? Is that what you want? Do you want the both of us to die?”

“N-No, Ni-Nightmare! I… I’m s-sorry I le-left your be-bedroom. I sh-shouldn’t have.” Dream stuttered, feeling a strange, tarry substance start to drip out of his eye sockets and slide along his temples, onto the other’s expensive sheets.

“Why did you leave this room, anyways?” Nightmare pressed, glaring darkly down at him “I ask so little of you, I just thought that you might be able to follow such a simple request…” he clicked his tongue at him, shaking his head, disappointed. He suddenly let the other go, refusing to look at the other.

Somehow that was even worse than the anger and bruising touches. “I…” Dream started, his voice small and ashamed.

The lord of darkness briefly glanced at his other half before looking away again, huffing a little “I hope this isn’t a prelude to you abandoning me again, Dream.”

“N-No of c-course not! I was just… I was just hu-hungry… And w… Wanted to get something to eat…” Dream admitted very quietly, shrinking in on himself. He tentatively reached out to Nightmare, his voice gaining a little bit of strength “I… I’m sorry…”

Nightmare brushed off his touch and got off of his bed, snapping at Dream as the other started to move “Stay put. And you keep saying that, over and over again… Yet I can’t help but wonder if you really mean it, or if your apologies are completely without sincerity.”

Dream flinched but stayed put, hoping that his obedience now would show the other that he was genuinely apologetic - along with how he was feeling. “M-My a-apologies are genuine, N-Nightmare! I-I promise… I’m sorry… I’ll s-stay here. I w-won’t move… I wo-won’t let anyone in here b-but you… I’m sorry, p-please d-don’t se-send me away N-Nightmare! I… I’ll behave. I promise!” The strange substance started to flow down his cheeks again as Dream shook, waiting desperately for the other to respond.

It felt like an eternity before Nightmare responded, his voice clipped and irritated “Look at me Dream.”

The fallen guardian of positivity obeyed instantly, staring at the other with wide, terrified eye lights, waiting for the other to decide his fate “Y-Yes, N-Nightmare…”

“I want to believe you when you say that you’ll do as I say… But you haven’t been able to prove that to me. On the contrary, it’s been less than a week since you’ve come to live with me, and you’ve disobeyed me twice now. I’m afraid that I’m going to have more than just promises that you’ll behave this time, Dream.” The other sighed, shaking his head a little as he got up, walking over to one of his drawers and pulling out a set of chains. They were long enough for someone to wander around the bedroom - provided that they were attached to someone’s legs, but no further. Nightmare then attached one of the ends of the manacles to one of the feet of the massive four-poster bed, the other still in his hands as the other looked at him steady “Now, I’m going to give you a choice. Do you want one of your wrists bound to the bed, or one of your ankles?”

Dream froze up for a moment, feeling as if all the air in the room had vanished. No. He trusted Nightmare. He loved Nightmare. And the other loved him back. The other could have just forced the chains on one of his limbs without asking- Nightmare had the brute strength to do so, but he hadn’t. He crawled towards the other on the bed and, after a moment’s hesitation, stuck out his right arm for the other to chain “My… My right wrist please…” Dream couldn’t quite look the other in the eye lights, starting a little as he felt the buzz of magic-restricting runes against his bones as the manacle clicked around his wrist.

Nightmare smirked a little, gently tilting Dream’s chin so that he had to look the other directly again “Thank you for cooperating with me. I understand that these rules will be an adjustment for you… But please believe me when I tell you that I will provide for your needs, Dream? You do trust me, don’t you?”

“I do trust you, Nighty! I promise.” Dream answered quickly, nodding a little and trying to suppress a yawn and failing… He’d been a little tired before, but with the magic-restricting nature of the manacle on his wrist, it was quickly sapping him of energy.

Nightmare chuckled softly, getting back on the bed and scooping up his other half, pressing a light kiss to the other’s forehead “Rest, Dream. I have finished my work for the day, and I don’t mind watching you sleep… Besides, a nap sounds wonderful.”

The formerly positive spirit yawned a little more, nuzzling into Nightmare as he slowly relaxed into the other’s grasp. What felt like minutes later, Dream woke up with a startled gasp, flailing a little and panicking briefly as he felt Nightmare hold him… Before he remembered surrendering to his other half and being brought home. He smiled in relief as he realized that he had no chains on either of his wrists. They ached a little but he’d apparently been sleeping on them, so that made sense. Dream didn’t notice the silver manacle on one end of the bed, and most of it was hidden beneath the blankets that Nightmare had covered him by - but the other half of the end of the chain was wrapped lightly around both of Dream’s ankles.

Nightmare mentally shook himself as he pulled himself free of Dream’s memories before he could get lost in the many manipulations he’d pulled on the other. Of course the other loved him dearly and desperately… Given all that he’d manage to cajole the other into doing since Dream had surrendered to him. But it was wonderful to feel just how deeply and completely the other felt for him. Nightmare was curious to see whether or not Dream could feel his own feelings of care for the other…

“... Nightmare?” Dream called out, insubstantial and see-through. He was still wearing the outfit that he’d picked out for him, his eye lights mostly blue with hints of gold. “W-What’s going on?”

“The two of us were somehow combined into a single being. I’m not sure how or why.” Nightmare responded, a small smirk playing on his lips as he sat down and looked up at the tree of feelings, the positive and negative apples just… Hanging there. Waiting to be taken.

“Oh… At least that means that no one can ever take us away from each other! We’ll be together forever.” Dream responded after a moment, a brilliant smile appearing on his face “That makes me so happy!”

“I’m glad that we’ll be together forever as well, my darling daydream…” Nightmare purred quietly in response, reflecting on what he wanted to do next. There were so many possibilities.

#my writing #dreammare #darkness!dreammare #Dream #Nightmare #Cross #outertale sans #fell sans #swap sans #epic sans #character death tw #swearing tw #violence tw #manipulation tw #abusive relationship tw #underkeep!sans #outerfell!sans #Outcome: stardust

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FOFUPTA Chapter 7

This fic’s actually been updated up to chapter 9 on AO3 I just forgot to post them here haha oops.

Again, I would highly recommend reading on AO3 rather than here because tumblr tends to mess up the formatting.

First Chapter here

Next Chapter here

AO3 here

The Missing Pieces

[Chara]

The underground feels just as big as it did when you died, which is not very. Frisk walks straight to the room where they first fell and stares at your grave for a moment. “Alright,” they say, “that should be far enough.” You don’t have a chance to ask what they mean by that before they sit down, crosslegged, and recede entirely from their body, leaving you in control. If you’d been standing, you would have fallen over from the shock. It takes you a second to remember to breathe. “What?” you ask, barely sure that Frisk is there at all. “I’m tired,” they reply. “As long as you don’t leave the underground, and don’t kill anyone, I don’t care.” “Well, alright,” you say, standing up and getting used to the ability to move at will again. You’re surprised they’d be willing to do this, but it makes sense. The more they fight you the harder it is for them, and they can only go so long before they slip up. You stare down at your own grave for a moment. “How long has it been?” “Two months.” You can’t help but laugh. “Is that all?” you say, because even though it isn’t half as long as you were in the underground it feels like so much longer since then. You walk out into the ruins and wonder what you should do. You head to your mom’s old house and take a detour to look at the mirror before you head toward Snowdin. “It’s you,” you say. Frisk laughs. The only place in Snowdin you can think to go is Sans’ house. You unlock the door to his lab and go inside. “Seriously?” says Frisk when you flick through the coded notes on his desk (definitely Gaster’s cipher), that he left behind along with the machine when he left the underground. “What is your obsession with him?” “It’s not an obsession.” “He’s all you ever talk about.” “He’s the only one that isn’t boring.” “You knew him before we met, didn’t you?” You put the notes down and give up on sifting through them. “...Yes. But. He doesn’t remember Gaster,” you say on the way out of his lab. “Which means, he might not remember me, either.” “Nobody remembers Gaster, Chara. Why do you care that Sans doesn’t?” You head toward the lab in Hotland. “Because Sans was created by Gaster.”

The door is locked but it’s no match for determination and a hairpin. Frisk is disgusted that you know how to pick locks but they don’t try to stop you. Alphys’ lab is dark and empty, and you take the elevator into the true lab. “What are we doing here?” asks Frisk, disturbed. “It’s easier to show you. Besides, the amalgamates are living on the surface now, so there’s no danger.” Unless Gaster’s hanging around in here, but you doubt that. You equip your knife, though, just in case. It takes you a long time to find what you’re looking for in the maze of a lab, but when you find a small room with what could pass for a bed and a door that locks from the outside, you know you’re in the right place. “Once upon a time,” you say to Frisk, as you look for the room his notes will be in, “there was a royal scientist called W. D. Gaster, and he did a lot of bad things that hurt a lot of people.” You find the room and start looking for clues. “By the time the king learned of his misdeeds, he was already dead, so the king decided that Gaster would be remembered as an okay guy. He told the story that his life was cut short when he fell into the core, and the people believed him.” You start pushing buttons on an ancient computer to see if it will boot. “The truth is more complicated. See, Gaster didn’t fall into the core. It was the determination extractor. And he didn’t fall.” The computer works and pulls up a long list of journal entries written in Gaster’s code. “He was pushed.” You start looking around for the key while Frisk thinks about what you said. You’re not even sure there is a key here, but the one Sans wrote must exist somewhere so you may as well look. “What does this have to do with Sans?” There are a few ways to answer that. You decide to go with the least disturbing. “Sans is the one that pushed him.” Frisk doesn’t say anything, and you start to give up on finding the key. “You know, a few months after it happened, he told me he regretted it.” They don’t seem surprised, which bothers you. “It doesn’t make sense. Sans had no reason to let him live. Killing him was the only way. But he regretted it.” And for some reason, the thought makes you angry. Frisk continues to say nothing and you give up and head toward the exit. You stop when you reach the determination extractor. There’s no dust at the bottom of it. You wonder why. The design of it reminds you of the blasters and you guess Gaster has a thing for creepy skulls. It’s no wonder Sans ended up with a permanent smile. You reach out one hand and touch the surface. It’s old, but it’s not worn like you expected. It’s not hard to imagine the power this thing wielded. “That must have been a pretty painful way to go,” you say, almost without thinking. “Losing the will to live is bad enough for a human. For a monster... well. It’s everything. Without it...” You cut yourself off and leave the lab.

You always seem to find yourself back in the room you shared with Asriel. You dig through your old stuff to see if there’s anything you’d want to take to the surface with you. All you find is the old recording of Alphys’ lab from so long ago. You pick it up. “Perfect.” “Huh?” “Now I don’t have to tell Sans anything out loud. This recording should give him everything he needs to know.” You think for a second. “Actually, not everything. But I can fill in the blanks later.” You pocket the recording. “You can give him this so you don’t have to let me in enough to tell him. Just make sure he doesn’t listen to it without Papyrus. And probably Alphys.” “Why don’t you just tell me so I can tell him?” “I already told you, it’s not my secret to tell. I already said too much today, and he kept my secrets even after I died.” “We’ll both find out either way.” “Not if you decide not to tell him.”

After a while, you find yourself staring at your own grave again. It makes sense, you think, that your mom buried you here. It’s where you fell, and it’s the only place in the underground where you can see the sky. “...You probably can’t give him the recording without saying who I am, huh?” “...I probably could.” You pull out Frisk’s cell phone. “Why don’t I just tell him now, and save the trouble?” “I thought you didn’t want him to know.” “I don’t want Mom to know. Sans, I just want to be the one to tell him.” “You’re going to call yourself a demon again, aren’t you?” “...If I promise I won’t, will you agree to this?” Frisk hesitates, but agrees, and you dial Sans’s number with Frisk’s right hand. It takes him a few rings to pick up. “sup, frisk.” “Actually,” you say, “not Frisk right now.” “...shit.” he says. You laugh. “Don’t worry. They’re just resting. It’s pretty exhausting for them to fight me the way they’ve been doing, so I pinky-swore I wouldn’t leave the room for a while so they can relax.” “how do i know you’re telling the truth?” “You don’t.” “Chara, be nice.” thinks Frisk. “Ugh, fine,” you reply. “what do you want?” asks Sans. “Well,” you say, “I figured it was about time I told you my name.” He says nothing. “Promise you won’t freak out?” “no.” “That’s fair.” You take a deep breath. “It’s Chara. Chara Dreemurr.” “...the fuck?” You laugh. “So you do remember me. That’s good to hear.” “how the hell are you here? wait, no. you could easily be lying about this. prove you’re chara.” You think about it. “Nah. Besides, anything I could say that would convince you of that is something you’ve inexplicably forgotten since I died. I guess I could tell you one of my secrets but the ones Frisk knows aren’t convincing enough and the ones they don’t I’d rather they not.” That doesn’t pass by Frisk unnoticed, but they don’t say anything. “...if you really are them,” says Sans taking a deep breath, “why’d you do it?” “Do what?” you ask. Sans doesn’t answer. “The whole killing people thing?” You take his silence for a yes. “Actually, Frisk pretty much guessed right. At first I wanted to get us killed by pissing you off, but it kept not working. I wanted to see how much it would take. I guess I got carried away.” You wait for him to respond but he doesn’t. “Sorry I didn’t go to hell like I promised, but y’know, it was probably frozen over already. Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say right now. Bye.” You hang up without giving him the chance to say anything.

“I know you’re there, Asriel.” The flower pops out of the ground in front of you with a scowl on his face. “I told you not to call me that.” “Correction. You told Frisk not to call you that.” His scowl is replaced with confusion in record time. “What do you mean?” You laugh. “Don’t you recognize me?” He doesn’t. That disappoints you a little. “I’ll give you a hint,” you say, and show him the creepiest smile you can muster. He jerks backward, confusion drawing into fear. “...Chara?” You relax your smile into something more genuine. “Nice, you got it on the first guess.” “But you’re dead!” “So are you.” “But...” he inches toward you, as though to get a better look, “Chara, how long have you been there?” You put your hand to your chin and think for a second. “A few months? It depends on whether you count the other timelines, but I’ve been here since Frisk fell.” “Huh? But that would add less than a day to it, right?” “Wrong. You can’t remember all of the resets. Or, any of them, I guess, since the last one was a true reset...” You trail off and Asriel doesn’t say anything for a while. Eventually, he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I tried. Frisk didn’t want me to. I think they were scared that if they gave an inch, I’d take over and start killing people again. Even though I already promised I wouldn’t.” “Last time I let you in you almost killed someone.” thinks Frisk. “Humans aren’t people, Frisk.” you reply, out loud, “Also, he threatened you with a knife.” “A fake one.” “So what if it was fake? You’ve seen the damage a human with a plastic knife can do.” Frisk doesn’t respond. “Oh, that reminds me, Asriel. Have you ever heard of someone called W. D. Gaster?” He tilts his head to one side. “...No. Why?” “Huh. So whatever happened, it was after we died, and after you came back, but before I did. That doesn’t narrow it down much.” “What do you mean?” “Oh, it’s not a big deal. He’s just some asshole that got erased from everyone’s memories for no apparent reason.” You’re both silent for a long time after that. You wonder if you’ll have another chance to talk to him. Probably not. “Hey, Asriel,” you say, “I know you already know this, but... It wasn’t your fault.” He looks at you and you avoid his eyes. “I knew how much of a crybaby you were. I should never have asked you to kill them. I should never have expected you to go through with it.” Frisk seems surprised. That pisses you off. Asriel seems even more surprised. That makes you sad. Frisk’s phone beeps and you pull it out to see a text from Sans. *let me know when you’re back, frisk. “He’s starting to worry, isn’t he.” you say, and stand up. “Well, we should head back. See you around, Asriel.” You step back when you hit the place the barrier used to be and let Frisk walk down the mountain on their own.

Frisk stops at the bus station and pulls out their phone to check the time. The next bus arrives in ten minutes, and it’s about a twenty minute ride into town from here. They pull out their phone and send a text to Sans. *I’m on my way home now, should be about 30 mins. He replies almost immediately. *k. “So,” you think when they close their inventory, “feeling better?” Frisk replies a little bitterly, “As if you care.” “Of course I care.” you say, genuinely offended. They ignore you in favor of staring at the sky. It’s late afternoon and there are some clouds out, and Frisk starts looking for shapes in them. You listen to the conversation of a few people behind you. Kids around your age, you think, maybe a little older. Human. “Hey, is that the kid who freed monsters from the underground?” “Rumor has it they fought the king of all monsters and won.” “No way. Haven’t you seen pictures of that guy? He’s huge. There’s no way a shrimp like that could’ve beat him.” Frisk shudders a little and you guess they’re hearing it too. “I’ll bet you five dollars I could beat that kid in a fight.” “I’ll take you up on that bet.” Frisk sighs. “Why don’t you let me handle this?” you ask. “We’re not killing her, Chara.” “I won’t kill her. I’ll just threaten her a little, maybe hit her once so she’ll back down.” “No, Chara.” “Ugh, fine.” “Hey,” says the girl in question, having walked up to Frisk, “Are you the kid that freed the monsters from the underground?” “No,” says Frisk, “you must be thinking of my half-brother, Asriel.” “Since when is Asriel YOUR half-brother?” you ask. “Quiet.” replies Frisk. “But you’re the fallen human.” says the girl, “The one that supposedly beat the monster king in a fight?” “I’m not sure how that rumor got started,” says Frisk with a shrug, “but I suppose it couldn’t apply to anyone else.” The girl nods once and immediately throws a punch in Frisk’s direction. They dodge with practiced ease and step backward to take a look at their opponent. You provide your standard assessment. “Amanda. 10 ATK 10 DEF. Thinks she has something to prove.” “Wow, great.” thinks Frisk sarcastically, “That was so useful, Chara. I definitely didn’t know all that already.” “Hey, it isn’t easy for me to get people’s names, you know.” Amanda attacks again and Frisk steps casually to the side to avoid her. She looks angry. “Five dollars,” thinks Frisk, “Is that 20g? 25?” “Hell if I know. You suggesting we bribe her into leaving?” “Do you think it would work?” “No. Besides, monster currency isn’t worth much here.” “Maybe if we buy her dinner.” “You can’t flirt with everyone, Frisk.” “Watch me.”

“She reminds me of someone.” thinks Frisk after a solid five minutes of dodging. “Undyne.” you reply. “Hold still, dammit!” screams Amanda. Her friends get bored and leave.

Amanda curses and comes at you again, panting. Frisk steps out of the way and watches her trip on something and fall. She pulls herself to her knees and you can tell she’s holding back tears. You see that her arm is a little bloody from where she hit the pavement. She doesn’t move to attack you again. Frisk walks up to her timidly. “Excuse me,” they say, “do you want to know how to beat me?” Amanda turns to look at you and you can’t help but laugh. “That’s it, that’s exactly the face Undyne made.” Frisk stubbornly ignores you and holds out their hand to help her up. She accepts it and stumbles to her feet. “May I see your arm?” asks Frisk, and she lets them use what little healing magic they know on it. (It’s nothing compared to what your mom can do, but healing magic isn’t exactly entry-level.) Amanda looks impressed anyway. “How does that feel?” Frisk asks, and she moves it around a little. “Better,” she says. Frisk smiles. “Tell you what,” they say, “since I cost you five dollars just now, why don’t we get dinner, on me?” “...You mean like a date?” Amanda looks a little grossed out, but she tries not to show it. “Not if you don’t want it to be,” says Frisk, “I was planning to meet up with a friend soon, he’s friends with the bartender at this local place nearby so we were going to get dinner there. You want to join us?” Amanda thinks for a bit and agrees. Frisk sends a text to Sans. *Let’s meet at Grillby’s. I’m bringing a friend.

Sans, unsurprisingly, is already at the door of the restaurant when you arrive. Frisk waves at him on their way over (making a point to use their left hand) and he waves back. “you’re late.” he says. “Sorry,” replies Frisk, “got a little sidetracked.” Amanda catches up to you and Frisk turns to face her. “Amanda, this is my friend Sans. Sans, Amanda.” Sans holds out his left hand and Amanda shakes it, detonating the whoopee cushion on his palm.

You don’t pay much attention to the little meet-and-greet between Frisk, Sans, and Amanda, but it isn’t lost on you the way Sans keeps staring at you, or the way Frisk exaggerates their left handedness whenever he’s looking. Amanda notices Sans’ behavior during a lull in the conversation, but doesn’t say anything. Frisk gives Sans a look that you guess is their way of telling him he’s being weird. He shakes his head. “i don’t get it.” Frisk tilts their head to one side. “frisk,” he says, “how can you be so calm about this?” “About what?” asks Frisk, and Sans looks at you like they’re talking nonsense, and they continue, “About Amanda? It’s not like she’s the first-” “no, frisk.” Sans interrupts, hand on his face, “about chara.” Frisk looks down at their food. “We can talk about that later.” Amanda looks back and forth between the two of you curiously. “frisk,” says Sans, “were they telling the truth over the phone earlier?” Frisk nods. “Every word. Now can we please talk about something else?” “you’ll tell me if there’s trouble, right?” Frisk pauses and considers what they’re going to say for a long moment. “Seriously?” they finally say, “What are you gonna do, Sans, fight them?” They wait for him to respond but he doesn’t. “Why do you care all of a sudden, anyway? How did you know Chara before we met?” “Good question,” you think, “I wonder if he’ll tell you the truth.” “Shush.” replies Frisk. Sans thinks for a moment before answering. “i didn’t.” “That’s a lie,” says Frisk. “let me finish,” says Sans. Frisk waits. “we met about a month before the buttercup thing.” Frisk interrupts. “You knew about the buttercup thing?” “...i was the first person they told about it,” he admits. “Before Asriel?” asks Frisk. He nods. “i tried to talk them out of it, but... well, you know how they are.” Frisk nods. “by the time i thought to tell their parents, it was too late. they died about a week after they told me.” “Wait, what?” says Amanda, “Died?” “Yeah,” says Frisk, “Chara is the soulless husk of my dead half-sibling. Long story. Oh, you never answered my question, earlier.” “Huh?” “Do you want to learn to fight? Because the former head of the royal guard just happens to owe me a favor. I’m sure she’ll teach you if you ask nicely.” “since when does undyne owe you a favor?” asks Sans. “Since I delivered a very important letter to Dr. Alphys on her behalf.” Amanda speaks before Sans can respond. “Undyne is a good teacher?” “If his brother is anything to go by,” says Frisk, pointing at Sans, “yes.”

Undyne glares down at you with her arms crossed, looking contemplative. “Fine.” she says, before turning to Amanda. “Alright, punk, let’s see what you’re made of.” Frisk watches them spar from a safe distance and you notice for the first time that Undyne really isn’t that great at dodging. She blocks most of Amanda’s attacks and dodges the rest in jerky motions that Frisk’s would put to shame. Amanda isn’t great at it either, but she’s already better than Undyne. Someone walks up behind you and Frisk turns to see Sans. “so,” he says, “can we talk now?” Frisk turns their head back toward the fight. “It’s rude to talk about someone who’s listening.” they say. “well maybe chara needs to learn a thing or two about eavesdropping.” says Sans, walking up beside them. “That’s offensive,” you tell Frisk, “I’m offended.” “It’s not like they could leave if they wanted to.” they say, refusing to acknowledge your comment. “they can’t?” asks Sans. “Believe me,” replies Frisk, “They would have left a long time ago if they could.” There’s a moment of silence before Sans asks, “so, what happened earlier today?” “The whole thing was my idea,” they tell him. “You see, this whole... thing, whatever’s going on, it’s not supposed to be all-or-nothing like this. Chara could control one hand while I controlled the other... after a while, I almost forgot where the line between us really was. That was before we’d really disagreed on anything.” Frisk breaks for air and Sans speaks. “it’s hard to imagine you agreeing on much.” “You might be surprised. The first time around, when I didn’t even know we could alter the timeline, it was actually their idea to flirt with Papyrus.” “really?” “I was joking,” you say. Frisk laughs. “They probably meant it as a prank, though.” they say, “Anyway, my point is that pushing them out like this is pretty tiring. It makes Chara mad, too, and... not without reason. This isn’t exactly comfortable for them.” “It’s not that bad.” you say. “It hurt like hell when you did it to me.” replies Frisk. “That’s ‘cause this is your body. It’s more attached to you. Also, it hurts less if you don’t struggle.” “so,” says Sans, having noticed that Frisk trailed off, “did they stick to your deal?” Frisk nods. “Also, they told me something about Gaster.” Sans looks at you and Frisk doesn’t look back at him. “They said the story we heard about him falling into the core was a lie Asgore told the kingdom so they didn’t have to know the truth.” “which is...?” “They said he was pushed.” Sans seems to consider not asking, but he does. “who pushed him?” Frisk takes a deep breath. “You.”

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