"And what if you're right, Jekyll, and you do manage to separate good from evil. What happens to the evil!?"
Guess why finally got to see this musical!!! And wow, it was beyond everything I'd always hoped it would be!!
So cross over was very important of course, this took me weeks to draw and I kept forgetting to post it!!!
I decided to use the crossover that @zu-is-here used, hereee. I very much enjoyed talking about the difference between the two versions we watched zu!
This was a very dark and fabulous musical, would definitely recommend.
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Original cross jakei95
Original killer belongs to rahafwabas
Original nightmare by jokublog
Original ccino belongs to black-nyanko
Original horror by sourapplestudios
Outer!Sans from outertale by 2mi127
Error and Geno belongs to Crayon Queen/LoverOfPiggies Underlust by nsfwshamecave
According to Google, Science's original creator is unknown, let me know if that's wrong.
(Edit ask-scientist-sans)
Farm was created by GuinongTale_AU according to undertale fandoms.com, again let me know if thats wrong.
Just in case, my tags might contain spoilers.
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Tumblr has been making jokes about how the site will eventually shut down for years. I've seen commentary pretty much daily, that we'll ride this train till the very last stop and then rot into the dirt before we go to any other site. Maybe the social butterflies among us would take up pigeon keeping or smoke signals, but the modern web has become hostile to human life and wading into the morass of enshittification just isn't worth it.
But now that last stop is on the distant horizon. And it would seem we're not ready to rot just yet.
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I’ve been much too busy with real life stuff to really comment about RT closing down. But I do just want to take a moment to seriously thank the fandom over the years, especially the AH fandom that was so kind to me and my writing in the past. To everyone who ever left a nice comment on a fic or a nice note in the reblogs, thank you. To everyone who ever shared their work, thank you. I will forever miss the joy and creativity of the fandom coming up with aus and whole worlds, working together on creative projects, cheering each other on when creative works got noticed. I met so many amazing people and made so many friends through RT and for that I am very grateful. I wish the best for every RT employee in finding a way forward and up from here. And to finding friends in the fandom again along the way
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Gerry let himself fall into the chair across from Michael. Or, what was left of him. Gertrude had explained it to him in her office, but it still didn't make any sense. She hadn't been sure why he was still coming in to work, but she'd decided unless he became a problem, she had more important things to concern herself with. Gerry couldn't say the same.
He stared at the figure across from him. It still looked like Michael, in the ways that were easy to notice. Still had his curly, straw coloured hair. Still had his soft jaw and his button nose. But his smile and his eyes were all wrong. They were still Michael's, sure, but dialed up to eleven. They distorted his face, which Gerry thought to be horribly fitting. He was filling out a file with a highlighter as Gerry watched him, the handwriting was still the same too. The letters sloping too tall and curled, like his friend was now.
Then he glanced back up to realize Michael was staring right at him. Almost through him, or that's how it felt. Gerry took in a sharp breath, and Michael tilted its head at him.
"What's wrong?" The voice hurt to hear. It sounded like his friend, but swirled through a tunnel. Not quite right, but not quite wrong. "You look, upset." Gerry could hear genuine concern in the voice, but he knew it wasn't him. It couldn't be his Michael. His Michael was gone, he'd been consumed by whatever this was. And now thus thing had decided to keep showing up for his desk job like nothing was different. Like everything wasn't different.
"It's. It's nothing." Gerry swallowed the lump forming in his throat. Whatever this thing wanted, it wasn't getting it from him. It's head tilted back up and it held out its hand.
In it's palm lay a small pin, made of a metal bottle cap flattened and glued to a safety pin. A green eye painted on it with a red X over the iris. Gerry had given it to Michael the last time he'd been by the Institute. Months ago at this point. He'd scrawled the X across the eye with one of Michael's red markers and pinned it to his shirt.
...
"There, all safe."
"Safe from what?"
"The spooks. Can't get you now."
"Because of the pin?"
"No, because I said so!"
"Alright, alright. Do I keep the pin though?"
"Naturally, it's symbolic of your protection."
"Whatever you say."
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Gerry stared at the pin in its hand. And then looked back up into Michael's face. Were those, tears in its eyes? No. They couldn't be. The things next words made Gerry think twice though.
"Whatever you say."
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You guys can blame @razzmatazzez for brainrotting with me about them for this.
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