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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 1 year

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Steven Universe x Undertale x Deltarune x TFA Theories: Sari Technically Has Two Dads (and Explaining How Steven Becomes Sans)

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we all know that Sari didn’t just pop out of nowhere in Isaac Sumdac’s lab,

she had to been born from Megatron who went through the budding stage.

so even though Sari would still technically have two Dads, one being a human who she got her human DNA from and the other being Cybertronian who she got her CNA from.

plus she looks nothing close to how the Other Protoforms look, because she was smaller like a baby, and she was perhaps a Natural Born Protoform/Hatchling, and not made like those other Protoforms that were made from the living metal from those canyons on Cybertron, which once again, the Autobots are misusing and hurting the planet of Cybertron and even Primus with their overuse of the living metal from the planet....

I blame Ultra Magnus for that, and him having been the reason that Autobots on Cybertron haven’t went through the budding stage in so long, like he put some kind of sterilization program in the protoforms made from the living metal from the canyons on Cybertron, and instead of waiting for baby protoforms to grow naturally and decide if they want to be Autobots or not....

he made it so that the protoforms that were made by the use of the living metal from the canyons on their home planet, age both physically and mentally to 16 Cycles Old.

the Autobots on Cybertron in TFA were never truly the Good Guys, so even though it wouldn’t be good for Megatron to rule Cybertron, he was right about the Autobot Tyranny.

the organic worlds that Optimus, Sentinel and Elita were forbidden to go to, were plan to be conquered and harvested and have more Autobots live there.

they aren’t so different from Gems from Homeworld. O_O

I am still gonna view Steven being TFA-Starscream’s Original Sparks Reincarnation.

like it merged with Rose’s fragment light before it split into both Steven’s Human and Gem Halves.

so if TFA-Starscream is being kept alive by a allspark fragment that wasn’t with the other fragments that were put back together....

then that would mean he has two of himself, one being himself, and the other being Steven, who would later become Sans The Skeleton.

Steven Quartz Universe has the name Sans hidden in there...

and he could become Sans in different ways, either by true reincarnation like he is reborn as a monster, or like a type of resurrection & reincarnation mix....

we know that in one episode, well two episodes, Steven ends up aging forward and backwards, while in one episode where his age ends up fluctuating and getting to the point his life was in danger....

in the other, when he tried to look older for Connie, and worried about he might not grow up, he ends up aging backwards into a Baby, both physically and mentally.

if both Steven’s Gem Half and Human Half (which I still believe the human half would still have some traces of Gem Minerals in it, being like a organic diamond...) are separated for too long, and if the Gem half takes way too long to reform, than the human half will slowly die....

and I believe it is the human half of Steven that becomes Sans, and one of the ways this can happen, is because the two halves of Steven end up becoming separated, and while both halves share the same memories, but if they were to become separated, and the human half becomes Sans, they will end up forming new memories even though they still have their old memories.

the Human Half of Steven could go through a Resurrection/Reincarnation,

he could go through a moment when his body starts to age flux, at his moment of when he is almost close to death’s door, and it stops at the moment when he is a baby, and he ends up being brought back to life thanks to Gaster’s Magic when the Royal Scientist finds him in the same place that Frisk would fall down.

when Gaster brings Sans back to life, Sans ends up becoming Gaster’s son and technically half-brother of Papyrus.

Sans could also end up being Gaster’s son through the type of reincarnation where his Original Steven self, isn’t brought back to life by Resurrection Magic.

the version of Sans that ends up going to Deltarune with his brother, is possibly the version that might be from the Queen Toriel Timeline, which might be the True Timeline in Undertale.

I will talk about that more in another theory, that has to do with Sans and how we have been tricked this whole time...

if TFA, Steven Universe and Undertale were connected, it be more in a Crossover type Universe....

where Steven is the Half-Reincarnation of Starscream, who would then later become Sans, well the Human Half would become Sans, while the Gem Half ends up appearing as Steven in Steven Universe Future, and the new body they made when they reformed is made of a mix of consciousness manifestation of light and organic matter that comes from the Original Steven’s DNA, so in other words, Pink-Steven, now just called “Steven” had cloned himself a body and doesn’t tell anyone that the Original Human Half that made up his original self, had died when he didn’t reform on time and by the time that he did, it was already too late.

fans know that when White had forced Steven’s gem from his human half, it caused the human half to become very sick and weak, and it is possible that if the human half goes for too long without their other half, they will slowly die.

it might be possible that it was good thing that Isaac found Sari when she was a newborn protoform, because if it is true what happens to hatchlings in the Transformers Movie Universe, if she didn’t have energon after just being born, she could of died....

her new human half, that makes up her techno-organic nature may have saved her life, and she can get other energies that don’t have to be energon.

like food that is ate by humans, is a good substitute.

plus if she is Megatron’s daughter, then Megatron should say “thank you” to Isaac for saving her life.

newborn sparklings/protoforms/hatchlings, are possibly very fragile and if they don’t get energon after being born, they might die.

so if Isaac had seen a light coming from his lab, it might of been because Sari was just born, and if he had just kept on walking and not go and see what that light was coming from, then it is possible that Sari would of became a lifeless protoform.

the human half of a gem-human hybrid, is fragile when not together with their gem half, and they will slowly die and will 100% die if they are not back together with their gem half....

like how Irkens from Invader Zim, will die if they are without their Pak for too long.....and there is a time limit on how long they can go without their Pak.

the same can be for gem-human hybrids like Steven and even newborn sparklings like Sari.

there is a time limit, if the newborn Sari didn’t get any form of energy right away, she would end up dying, and what saved her from that fate was Isaac who’s DNA might of also not only been scanned and absorbed, but also acted as a type of substitute energon.

which also helped her live without consuming energon, and only eating the same food that other humans eat.

and if Sans is a Future self of the Human Half of Steven, maybe he could be happy not to have to deal with Greg.

while both Sans (Human-Half) and Steven (Gem-Half) might be separated and can form new memories but also have shared old memories....

it could be possible for Sans to use one of his abilities, that is to go to sleep and wake up in another’s body, and he could use this on Steven (who formerly went by “Pink-Steven”...) and they would be in a way technically back to how they were before they were accidentally separated.

and it was one of Sans’s visits, that he found out about Greg’s Parents and how he was just as bad as his Mom....

and after both he and his Other Half felt the same frustration and anger towards Greg, and they went unconsciousness....

Steven woke up outside of the van, and Sans woke up back in his bed in Snowdin....

Sans could of still had a picture of both him when he was 14 years old, with his family and Connie, that was taken on his 14th birthday when he was still human and still had been together with his other half....

Greg being in the picture, too....but after taking one look at the picture, Sans was about to rip it....but decides not to, but instead he could of taken a black marker and used it on Greg, to take him out of the picture....

Sans could of already felt like his Human Dad, didn’t treat him or view him as a Human, and one of the reasons that Sans could be mad at Greg, is because he used the word “Your A Gem.” and that he’s “not like other kids.”

I mean in Steven’s point of view, he could see that Greg and Connie had formed some kind of “human beings” club without him and making him feel excluded and like he wasn’t a part of it, because he was a Gem.

but being a gem is only one half of what makes him well himself.

just because he is half gem, doesn’t mean he isn’t still human and he could still get sick like other humans, and even get something broken like other humans.

the same thing can be said so for Sari, she can fall victim to human illnesses, because despite her being part Cybertronian, she is still half-human and is a human being, even if she was the first human techno-organic, but she wasn’t the first techno-organic, she was just the first human type.

just because someone if a hybrid between like either a Alien from another world, or like is a descendant of Nephilim, doesn’t mean they are less human.

and it is possible there can be wrong ways to treat humans who are hybrids between either Gems or Cybertronians.

and even though fans have guessed about Sari’s True Origin, it is still not likely that those who made the show will confirm it in a new season, and a close to a new season we can get from TFA is a fan-made one.

Sari having two Dads, one being Human and being called “Dad” and the other being Cybertronian and Leader of The Decepticons being called “Mom” is a interesting idea.

I’m not going to stop viewing Megatron from TFA being the Mom....

plus if it is true that he is Sari’s parent, he would possibly be the first Megatron in the multiverse to be a Dad in the canon....

I know that Megatron from Beast Wars is suppose to be a descendant of G1-Megatron, but who knows about the other Megatrons that came before Predacon Megatron....

so TFA-Megatron could be the first Megatron to have a sparkling shown and not a descendant from the far future like Predacon Megatron.

and if Sari was born from Megatron, it could be possible it could take years and months for this to happen, more so than just 9 months for humans.

and a Cybertron might not need to be alive in order for a sparkling to be born from their body, when the living metal starts to come from their body when they go through the budding stage, and if Megatron was like half-alive and in some kind of coma, then it would explain why his head wasn’t in the same state as Prowl, Starscream and Yoketron....

and there is the fact that Megatron’s body was very much kept alive somehow, possibly by those space barnacles or his spark still being intact despite his head and body being separated.

but it is proven in TFA, that a Cybertronian can still live even when their head and body are separated, so if Sari had brought Megatron back to full life by taking him out of his coma by the use of her allspark-key, it might be possible that when Megatron woke up from his very long coma that had him between life and death, it had also woke up his body that now had space barnacles.

but there could turn out to be a time limit to how long a Cybertronian can go without having their head attached to their body, like if Sari didn’t use her allspark-key and caused Megatron to wake up from his coma, then he would of possibly had a few more years or maybe a year to go, before he came fully offline.

or maybe he was already offline and the time limit was already up when Sari was born, and Sari had brought him back to life by her key and restarting the time limit of how long Megatron’s head and body can be separated.

before Sari was born, Megatron’s head could of been in a stasis coma that was on a time limit on how long they could be without their body...

and by the time Sari was born, the time limit was up and Megatron was no longer alive, but when Sari used her key, she had not only brought Megatron back to life and awake, she also restarted the time limit clock.

just like how human half of Steven and Zim were on a time limit on how long they could go without their gem half and pak....

this can also be the case for Cybertronians, who can live without their head been attached to their bodies, BUT only temporary as there is a time limit.

unlike newborn sparklings like Sari was, who have a shorter time limit then a fully grown Cybertronian, if a Cybertronian goes without their head on their body for too long, even if there is a very long time limit, but if the time limit is up then it will mean the death of the cybertronian.

so both Bulkhead and Sentinel were lucky, and Starscream was lucky to have a allspark fragment keeping his head alive, because if it wasn’t, then Starscream would of been all gray and offline, because his spark was missing.

and if sparks could be reborn, then it could of became part of Steven Universe.

Steven Quartz Universe has Star in there...just like it has Sans in there.

and who else has “Star” in there name, besides Star Butterfly who comes from a great show like SVTFOE but had sadly scapegoat Magic instead of blaming her Mom and the rest of her side of the family for the generation of misuse of the magic....

of course Starscream has “Star” in his name too, so this whole crossover idea about Steven being TFA-Starscream’s half-reincarnation is just a idea that I like and it’s okay that not everyone is into that idea even if it is weird, but to me it is the fun type of weird.

sometimes we find hidden words in a name, either by like that or by rearranging.

like if you find out if you take parts of the letters in your name and rearrange them, they will come out as Ayano Aishi....which is both freaky and awesome.

once it gets close to mother’s day, I want to do a Mother’s Day drawing that has to do with Megatron from TFA, or I could decide to do the idea early...

and if Sans is from the Undertale Timeline, and moved to the Deltarune Timeline, then the Deltarune Timeline could be without a Steven, because Steven, the Original Timeline Steven, had used that time traveling gem artifact to go back in time, and the timeline that Steven left, would become part of the Deltarune Timeline.

and since there is no longer at Steven in that timeline, because all Stevens who went back in time by misusing that time artifact, had misused it and once it was destroyed, all those versions of Steven, plus the Original had died...

making the Steven from the past, or alternate timeline, the new prime Steven and replacing the Original, who for all we know, the Original could of been reborn as Devil from the Cuphead Show....and because of the whole him fusing in one of the episodes and even having those pink bubbles appearing in another episode, it makes me think he could be the Original Steven that had did the right thing by destroying that time artifact thing....

so yeah, while the Original Steven becomes reborn as Devil in Cuphead Show, the Other who is the New Alternate Timeline version of Steven, will become Sans, or rather his Human half will become Sans because of being separated from his Gem half for too long, as there is a time limit.

it be funny if anyone who uses the words “cookie” and “cat” together, it would cause Devil from the Cuphead Show to sing the “cookie-cat song”....

I at first wanted to talk about the whole TFA theory about Sari having two dads, one of them being Isaac and the Other being Megatron, but then I wanted to talk about some other theories.

even if it might not make sense to some that Sari is the daughter of Megatron, but it wouldn’t make sense for her to have been the same type of protoform as the ones that were being watched over by Yoketron that was watching over.

and it is more likely that Sari is Megatron’s daughter, than her being part of those protoforms that were taken from that Cyber-Ninja Dojo.

#megatron tfa #isaac sumdac #sari sumdac #transformers theory #transformers animated #family #two dads #mom and dad #steven universe theory #undertale theory #deltarune theory #mature audiences only #not for kids #do not reblog without permission

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moxie2gold · 3 years

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I’ll be honest...I did not think I could do this. Although this was just a simple test, I am so dang proud of this one page!

This will probably inspire me to do more but since this was a test I’ll have to think on it. But either way i hope it looks cool to you as it does to me! (Forgot to sign it though...might have to do that in the future.)

AU: COMBOTALE

Time taken: 2 days! (3-5 hours per day)

Chapter: 0 [CONNECTED]

#Combotale #flux!gaster #DETERMINATION #void #MYFIRSTCOMICPAGEWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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red-string-souls · 7 years

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RP Snippets - The Dream

So... anybody up for a little story time? The Grillster Shipping Month thing started by @silverskye13 has been a good excuse for me to drag out various Grillster bits and bobs I’ve collected, along with doing some new stuff. A couple of those bits are things I wrote sort of as filler/world-building interludes for an RP that DH and I did. I don’t know if they make much sense on their own, but heck, I thought I might toss them up for funsies.

Context for the following scene: Dee accidentally transported himself into an alternate universe. It was not good times. It was, in fact, very bad times that included nearly killing his alternate self, much pissiness and fighting, and neither of them liking the other very much. After much soap-opera-ness, he and that ‘verse’s Gaster (aka Will) make peace. Rum is involved. Dee gets drunk off his ass. Also, the Roman mentioned is Will’s deceased husband and Dee doesn’t “get” romance.

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Dee didn't have much to offer in response, aside from a few nods of acknowledgement. He was already drifting. He didn't seem to notice any more of Will's preparations for bed. Not the taking away of the tea and it's accompaniment that had led to this condition, nor the loss of light to a mere dim glow somewhere around the corner of the kitchen doorway. As the main lights went off, the colors of the fire tinted the surroundings in shifting gold and orange and red. Shadows folded themselves into the living painting, emerging and disappearing in an entrancing dance with the hearthlight. This, along with the lulling smell of woodsmoke, drew his already unresistant self into sleep like a gentle tide. Body stilled and eyes closed, the older doctor remained as he had first arranged himself on the couch, slumbering quietly as the hours ticked past. But in the deep of the night, he began to stir. Not physically, but mentally. He had slipped through the other stages of rest until he eased into that one that every mind must traverse. The last images of his waking hours transferred themselves from his recent memory onto the walls of his subconscious. Undefined darkness gave way to warm colors that somehow radiated heat. A familiar, comforting scent haunted the air. He drew in a deep breath through his thin nostrils. He thought of fire and wood and snow. Laughter and drinks. A song he could half remember, something scratchy and old and without words, like an ancient gramophone recording. It streamed gently from his mind into the space around him, so that he no longer heard it in his thoughts but from outside himself. He turned in place, trying to locate from where the music came, his shoes scuffing softly on the hard floor. Perhaps if he could find the source, he could remember the name of the song. His gaze finally came to light on an old jukebox. Though it was well-kept for what it was, a relic fished out of the waters of the biggest fall, he knew it worked intermittently and couldn't recall this particular record being available on it. Before he could puzzle over it more or even think to check the choice labels to see if they might offer an answer, something else pulled his attention away. Not far from the jukebox, a shadow dipped in and out of the wavering colors of the wall. It was too far away to be cast from the device itself, if such an occurrence would even make sense, and yet there were no other sources for such a deep break in the illumination that came from everywhere and nowhere. The shadow continued to swim in and out of the light, broken up rather than in one piece, teasingly close yet so indistinct. Dee watched the enigma in fascination. Curiosity built inside him until he could contain it no longer. He reached out. But so far was he from the wall, that his fingertips merely grazed the air. It would take several steps upon several steps for him to actually touch the strange form. Still, his action provoked a reaction. The wobbling darkness came forward again and, this time, did not retreat. It pressed against the film of barrier. Coallescing out of the wavering light, it took on a more recognizable state. It drew unto itself the fiery colors as it stepped forth. The whites, the golds, the reds, the oranges. The black settled into concrete shapes. Sharp lines and angles. The shine of black leather shoes, hard soles that mimicked his own. A smart vest, neatly tied bowtie, a glint of glass, and the crisp white shirt. He stared as this newly born form came toward him, trailing wisps that fluttered in unfelt currents. The name shot a pang through his SOUL: Grillby. However, his friend didn't simply walk toward him. No, something else was happening. Something he couldn't quite grasp. Grillby seemed to be... dancing. But the dance made no sense. Dee couldn't track the path those feet took. It was like watching an old, ill-preserved film in some ways. There were skips and gaps. He couldn't predict where his friend would be from one movement to the next. It was surreal and disconcerting, yet somehow ethereal and beautiful. As much as he tried to understand it, he couldn't. And it frustrated him because he didn't know where to go to meet him. So it was with a start of surprise that Dee found his friend already standing before him. As if he had been waiting there all along. He felt warm hands curl around his own, the feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced before. How could one describe the texture and give of living fire? He vaguely recalled having felt it once or twice. A quiet voice, warm as the feeling that rolled off the elemental in waves, tickled his mind with a seemingly simple request. Dance with me. Dee felt his expression fall. He looked blankly at his friend. "I... I can't. I..." His words trailed off as he glanced around in a faint panic, searching for something that could remedy his lack of knowledge and ability. To the side, he noticed that two others had joined them in the flame-painted room. Will, his translucent flesh reflecting the cozy hues, and a skeleton - Roman, his own thoughts seemed to whisper to him - whose white bones did the same in a more muted way. The pair seemed oblivious to their audience as they moved, smiling and happy and glitching about in those same skipping steps. Dee found he could no more follow them than he had been able to follow Grillby. No matter how hard he stared, he couldn't decipher the pattern. Finally, he turned his gaze back to his friend and admitted in defeat, "I don't know how. I don't understand this dance." He fully expected Grillby to leave him in disappointment, to dance again on his own. Instead, he felt more than saw the smile his friend directed at him. He heard the quiet voice again as Grillby's face tilted just a little closer. Then teach me how you dance. Dee blinked in surprise. He... hadn't expected for that to be suggested. Could he even do so? More importantly, though, "There are others who understand this dance. It isn't that I wouldn't dance with you, but it wouldn't be the dance you wanted." He felt the grip on his hands tighten in a very gentle manner. Dee... Grillby's face came a little closer, almost touching forehead to forehead. The steps don't matter. All that's important is that I'm dancing with you. Dee stood for a moment absorbing that statement. It was powerful. Empowering. The more it seeped into him, the less room he had for doubt. Grillby didn't care about what the dance was, as long as they were dancing together. It didn't matter if he couldn't do what Will and Roman were. What Grillby could do on his own. His long hands shifted in those fiery ones. He took a step to find his friend matched him near perfectly. Another step they took. Another and another. Soon stringing them together in a coherent path. So quick and adept Grillby was at mirroring and complimenting, almost as if he had already spent hours upon hours observing Dee do this dance before, memorizing the steps for the day he could take them himself. He didn't really need teaching and Dee didn't really mind. All he did was send an amused, mock scolding thought toward his friend, who accepted it with a hidden grin. They traced their own path about the room. Now they were the ones oblivious to whether the other pair still danced along in the same space. All they knew was the contentment, the joy, the companionship of their own steps, the way Dee led in this part and Grillby led in another, following and guiding each other along the way. They made their own pattern, incorporating what each of them knew and what the other could come to understand, until they had something uniquely their own.

#gaster #w.d. gaster #grillby #grillster #undertale #undertale rp #undertale au #grillstember #flux!verse #flux!gaster #the red string souls

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freakbullet · 7 years

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yooo I found a relic in my drafts my first attempt at Flux!Gaster’s coolass ghostygoop anatomy it shouldn’t actually be this stringy whoops

he belongs to my friend DH

#fucked up a lot but better luck next time #gaster #flux!gaster #wd gaster #undertale #stealthnerddraws

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krispdreemurr · 3 years

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i'm interested in hearing whatever u got for gaster. very interesting character imo

YEAH DEF

my theories are a little in flux at the moment as i sort out what the fuck he planned w the vessel/why chara had to yeet it, so let's focus on some character thoughts!

basically, i think gaster's biggest issue, across timelines, is that he sees something that could be done - some brighter future that could be realized, some grand cause to dedicate his life to - and then he... won't let it go. that can lead to incredible things, like the CORE! but if he Can't do whatever he set out to do... that doesn't actually stop him. he just keeps going, more and more relentless, more and more focused, shedding connections and relationships in favor of pursuing that single goal.

in undertale, it was the CORE, and then breaking the barrier, and he lost his life to it. in deltarune, i think it was (and is) breaching the gates of heaven, and he lost his identity, hurt a lot of people, and was willing to use a teenager if it meant he'd succeed. the goals are always good, just he loses sight of the costs along the way the longer he works on something, because he can't drop it or settle for less or find an alternate method. he has to be able to achieve anything he sets his mind to, or he's a failure in his own eyes. he has to always be the genius who changed everything.

as a sidenote, i think if he had a human SOUL, it'd be yellow; he sees ways that the world could be better, injustices that could be righted, and gives all of himself to fixing those wrongs

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knightmareaceblue · 3 years

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Trigger Warnings: Fighting, Temporary Character Death. Also, more of Gaster and Sven's messed up parasitic relationship, which at this point is basically its own warning.

Nobody slept the night Sven disappeared.

In the frantic panic following Burt’s announcement, the group tore the labs apart searching for him, then reluctantly fanned out into the rest of the Underground. Burt took on the job of searching the larger city they’d entered through – New Home, Flowey had called it with a roll of his eyes – and had armed himself quite reluctantly with a pistol they all knew he’d need, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Flowey had gone westward, towards the outer parts of the Underground. The Ruins, Snowdin, and Waterfall were all in that direction, and Flowey claimed to know these parts of the Underground quite well. If Sven went in that direction, he swore he’d drag him back kicking and screaming if he had to. As for the Right Hand Man… well, after Reginald nearly lost his soul a second time, they all agreed it was too risky to leave him alone for any amount of time, so Flowey had set them up in front of a wall of screens and told the Right Hand Man to keep watch from there.

Reginald himself had been in a state of flux throughout the night. The Right Hand Man had been pleasantly surprised when his husband had woken up and then leaned against his shoulder. However, the spark of life instilled by the black sludge faded quickly, and what was once a gesture with meaning behind it soon became his husband uselessly draped over the Right Hand’s side, unable to pull himself up. The poor man dozed in and out as the night came and went, but never truly seemed to be at rest.

By the dawning of morning light, any semblance of improvement Reginald had seen the night before was gone, and he was exactly the same as he had been when they’d arrived. His beloved Right Hand didn’t leave his side once.

“Curtis to all.” Came Burt’s voice over one of the cellular devices Flowey had gotten from… somewhere to help them keep in contact. “Just swept the business district. All clear.” Obvious disappointment coloured his tone of voice as he delivered the news.

“Flowey to all.” Echoed their flower companion on the same device. “Snowdin is all clear. I could check the Ruins, but there’s no point. I sealed it beforehand. I’m returning to base.”

Sluggishly, the Right Hand Man reached for his phone. After near two nights straight of no sleep, his entire body radiated soreness, and he paused to collect his thoughts before speaking to the others. “Base to all, no change in the cameras. ‘Aven’t seen anything besides the four of us since yesterday.”

“I read you. Gonna search the castle again. There has to be something we missed. Over and out.”

Bloody hell. How were they going to find Sven in this humongous cavern? While going over the footage earlier, the Right Hand Man hadn’t seen Sven once. They had no clue what direction the young man had headed in. They were still trying to figure out how Sven had managed to leave the lab without being recorded as, before Flowey had brought it up, none of them even knew the cameras were there.

Yet somehow, Sven didn’t appear in a single one of them, past or present. They were still trying to puzzle out how the hell he managed that. Fuck, this would be so much easier if Reg were here. Reg was always much better at puzzling out these sorts of impossible problems than his Right Hand Man.

The Right Hand Man sighed, then steeled himself. He couldn’t afford to be weak right now. Not when Reginald still needed him.

He forced himself to down some of the monster food Flowey had brought them – it wasn’t bad, exactly, but it wasn’t as filling as the Right Hand was used to – then carefully mashed some up to force down Reginald’s throat. This wasn’t a glamorous job, and the Right Hand was privately glad that Burt and Flowey were out. The husband he knew would have been endlessly embarrassed to have to be spoon fed and cleaned up after like a helpless infant.

God, if Reginald had his faculties, he would abhor the state he’s been in. His husband could be so prideful. Even getting him to admit he needed help could be like pulling teeth. Every illness was a battle of wits; a true contest of wills. His unstoppable force of DETERMINATION attempting to contain Reg’s immovable PATIENCE. And Reg won more than he’d care to admit; his husband’s cunning was not to be underestimated. Those moments proved annoying, and trying, and god what the Right Hand Man would give to have Reg fight back against the spoonfuls of food he had to carefully force down his throat, rather than just let himself be manhandled into swallowing food of unknown origin.

The Right Hand gritted his teeth, forced back the thoughts and the tears, and continued to take care of his husband.

By the time he’d managed to get a decently sized breakfast into Reginald, Flowey had returned to base, popping out through the cracks in the lab floor. Despite his claim that he didn’t require sleep, Flowey looked just as run down as the rest of them.

“Any changes?” He asked, poking his bud of a head up somewhere to the side, careful to let Right Hand Man sit between the flower and his husband. Right Hand Man let his appreciation be known with a tired smile.

“In Reg, not really.” He pulled the other man – now properly cleaned up – onto his shoulder and let him lean there. Even if his presence was hollow, the weight was comforting. “In the cameras, also a negative. ‘Aven’t seen ‘ide or ‘air of that Swedish bugger.”

“Ugh…” Flowey responded to the news with a resounding and tasteful groan, slamming his face down into the ground in his exasperation. “I don’t get how we could have missed him! I searched EVERYWHERE! EVERYWHERE! I went into Grillby’s KITCHEN! Do you know how much grease was left in that place! A whole heckin’ LOT!” As if to prove his point, Flowey shivered dramatically.

Despite himself, the Right Hand chuckled at the unnecessary show of drama. Funny, he could picture his Reg doing the exact same thing.

Unfortunately the light-hearted tone of the conversation wouldn’t last for long. As Flowey continued musing outwardly about what could have happened to Sven between escaping his bed and now, something new moved on one of the cameras, and the Right Hand Man immediately dove in to take a closer look. Certainly enough, a group – two humans and what looked like a red smudge of light, vaguely human shaped but not capable of being caught on the camera correctly, had just entered the throne room.

And the bad news only got worse when the Right Hand Man recognized the tuft of silver hair atop one of the government men. He’d only caught a glimpse of the man before the bastard had fled the Airship with the evidence that had landed him and Reg in the slammer in the first place.

Fucking hell. How the fuck did these idiots find them?

“Flowey,” He called over his shoulder, drawing the flower out of his thoughts and over to the monitors, “We’ve got company. An’ I don’ think ‘ere friendlies.”

There was a moment of silence as Flowey observed the monitors, watching the figures move across one camera’s field of view and into range of another. The boy gave an exasperated sigh, throwing his leaves up like they were hands. “Awesome. Wonderful. I love problems! Thanks universe!” With obviously exaggerated movements, Flowey stretched out and grasped at his cell phone. “Base to Curtis, you need to get back here, pronto! There are unknown hostiles entering New Home, over!”

Silence.

Flowey tried again, with a little less patience. “Headphones! Get your butt back to base right now or so help me-”

More silence. By now it was clear that Burt wouldn’t be responding.

“Damn it!” Flowey threw his phone, which skid across the floor without even gaining a scratch. “Why isn’t he answering?”

“Could ‘is phone be dead?” The Right Hand suggested, struggling to think of reasons why Burt’s phone suddenly wouldn’t be working. Tech was usually Reg’s area of specialty.

“It’s a magic cell phone. The charge shouldn’t need replenished for years, even with continuous use.” Flowey scratched his chin and began muttering under his breath. “What do we do? What do we do?”

There was only one thing they could do. Monsters, even ones as unique as Flowey, were more vulnerable than even the most ignorant humans. And it was his job to protect his chief and his kinsmen, even if Burt and Sven were obnoxious little twerps in over their heads. Without any waiting the Right Hand of the Toppat Clan stood up, cracked his muscles, and announced, “I’m goin’ ta collect that boy. And maybe kick some ass in the meanwhile.”

“WHAT?!” This only served to panic Flowey more. “Wait! Wait! We don’t know what’s out there! What if Headphones ran into Blue Boy?! What if those guys arrest you?!” Flowey turned towards Reginald, then back to the Right Hand. “W-what about your husband?! Who’s going to watch him if you’re not here?!”

That caused the Right Hand Man to stop and ponder for a bit. True, leaving Reginald alone was the last thing any of them wanted. So, he turned to Flowey and told him, in his best commander voice, “Yer in charge ‘til I get back, Flower Boy. Keep Reg safe for me.”

With that he turned to leave, but a vine suddenly ripped out from beneath the tiles of the lab and gripped his leg firmly. The Right Hand’s eyes followed the vine back to its source, his brows furrowing when he saw the freaked out expression on Flowey’s face. He somehow seemed even more terrified about being alone than he did about the intruders.

“That’s a TERRIBLE idea!” Flowey snapped back, more hysteric than angry. “I-I’ll go chase off the new guys! I’m good at being scary! You stay here!”

The Right Hand Man, with a firm movement of his foot, shook the vine off. “’At won’t work. Burt’s scared of ya, I’ll ‘ave a better chance of lurin’ ‘im out. Besides,” The Right Hand Man caught sight again of that white-haired menace who had started the Toppat Clan’s downfall, and found his teeth clenching, “I’ve been ‘opin’ for a test dummy ta really try out my new powers on.”

“B-but-”

“Don’ worry. I’ll find Burt, scare off the newcomers, ‘en be back with the ankle-biter ‘fore you an’ Reg could even miss me.” The Right Hand Man moved towards the exit again, and another vine stopped him. He turned again as he shook this one off. “Get. Off.”

“No! You- you can’t leave me alone with him!” Flowey’s volume and pitch were increasing along with his hysteria.

“You’ll be fine. It ain’t like ‘e’s gonna go anywhere-”

“I DON’T WANT TO HURT HIM!”

This, finally, gave the Right Hand Man pause; not only because it wasn’t like anything Flowey had said before, but because it didn’t even sound like Flowey. He looked back and saw Flowey bent over, cowering openly before him. Without speaking a word, the red-haired man walked back towards the flower, placing gentle fingers under his chin and forcing him to look up. The flower’s face seemed to have… transformed. He now had a muzzle not unlike a goat’s, and his beady little eyes had become larger and were welling with tears.

“I’m not like the monsters. I don’t have a soul of my own.” Flowey explained. He’d never sounded more sullen. “My memories come from monster dust that had been scattered on this flower, and I was given a will by DETERMINATION. But that doesn’t make a soul. It barely makes a person. I can’t feel positive emotions. I can barely feel negative ones. Right now, I can sort of remember what its like to love, but I can’t promise you I won’t lose control. I genuinely don’t know if I- if I can stop myself-”

Yeesh, this sounded like a boatload of repressed trauma they didn’t have time to go into. The Right Hand brought his finger to Flowey’s lips, shushing him gently, before kneeling down and forcing the flower to look him in the eye.

“Like I told Burt yesterday,” He said, much softer than he’d spoken yesterday, “If ya really wanted the lot of us dead, ya coulda done so ten times over by now. ‘Ell, ya coulda killed that idiot yesterday when ya caught ‘im off guard – but ya didn’t. Let me ask ya: why’d ya agree ta help us in the first place?”

“...To stave off boredom…?” Flowey seemed unsure of this answer.

“Baloney. If ya really wanted just entertainment, ya coulda just picked a fight. Or opposed our efforts. Ya coulda done anything ya wanted. But ya chose ta help us. Yer still choosing ta help us. We wouldn’t ‘ave been able ta stand a chance against that traitor last night without yer guidance, or save Reg from that black tar stuff.” Flowey was full-on crying now, tears streaming down his goat-like face. The Right Hand gently wiped them away, the same way he’d seen Reg done for the younger members when the trials of an active criminal lifestyle got to be too much. He’d never had the urge to try it himself before now. “You’ve been nothing but ‘elpful so far, kid. If Reg were able, e’d tell ya ‘e trusts ya… and so do I, Flowey.” A memory of the other night suddenly came back to the Right Hand. “Or… would ya prefer Asriel?”

That question genuinely caught the flower off guard, though after a moment he snorted. “Asriel’s a name with a lotta weight attached that I’m not really prepared to deal with right now. Flowey suits me just fine.”

“Al’ight then, Flowey.” The Right Hand Man stood up and took a few tentative steps towards the door. When nothing stopped him this time, he took a few more. “Keep an eye on things ‘ere. I got my phone in case of an emergency. Everything’s gonna be fine. I trust ya ta take good care of my ‘usband while I’m gone.”

He still looked a little uneasy, but Flowey saluted back at him anyways. “And when you see Burt again,” Flowey called out after him as he left, “tell that munchkin I’m going to strangle him for freaking us out like this.”

With a firm nod, the Right Hand Man made his way to the elevator that would take him to New Home. It was payback time.

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The first thing the Right Hand Man found was Burt’s phone. Sitting on a bench. Alone.

Christ, that kid was an idiot.

After that, it didn’t take too much searching to find Burt. He was stationed on a nearby rooftop, and while the Right Hand Man had been prepared to give him a proper scolding about the heart attack Burt had given the two of them when he’d gone radio silent, he was quickly silenced by the sight of three strangers in the distance. The soldier they’d seen before – in real life, the Right Hand could see that his hat was gray instead of green, but still obvious government none the less – had taken point, walking slowly with his weapon cocked, while the silver haired stranger who’d stuck his nose in the Toppat Clan’s business trailed behind him with sharp red eyes that hummed with familiar energy. The same he’d felt when he used his time powers.

Ah, so that was how the cheeky bugger outdid them. Time-traveling bastard.

The third person following the group was the strangest of all, however. They were a child, floating absently behind the two men without a care in the world and glowing red. Their ruby soul was also visible in the center of their body. In fact, it looked like the light pouring out of it was bending around the magical construct to create the child’s body.

Without making a sound, the Right Hand Man carefully sidled up next to Burt, and the two observed the intruders together.

Burt didn’t even seem remotely surprised by his boss’ presence. He leaned over to the man and whispered. “Found these guys exiting the castle. I’ve been trailing them ever since. I think they’re government.”

“We know. You woulda known too, if you kept yer bloody phone on ya!”

“Shush!” Burt snapped back at him harshly. “You know, they don’t seem to know the area too well. I bet if we just wait here, they’ll pass by without incident.”

Maybe, but if they passed through the Capitol, then their next stop would be the labs. That meant Reg and Flowey. Like bloody hell he was letting these bastards anywhere near his husband! The Right Hand Man narrowed his eyes, then leapt forward into the street, ignoring the quiet surprised exclaiming of Burt lying right next to him. He flipped once in the air, just to show off that he could to these plebeians, and stuck the landing, ending up in front of the group with a narrowed glare.

“You ain’t takin’ another step.” He warned. The soldier immediately jumped into action, pushing the silver-haired man behind him and directing his little peashooter at the Right Hand Man. Somewhere behind him, the Right Hand heard a thud as Burt landed much more clumsily, then picked himself up while muttering a jumbled mess of curses in several different languages.

“Yo, hey, I’m Burt.” Burt slowly waltzed up to his boss’ side, standing idly as everyone else tensed up. “Toppat communication specialist. Nice to meet you.” When nobody responded to his nonchalant greeting, Burt continued. “Listen, we’ve kinda got a lot going on, so if you could turn around and not bug us, that’d be real swell.”

Nobody moved.

The soldier’s eyes flew back and forth between them both, obviously trying to assess the situation. “Toppats.” He spat out with a scowl. “Why is it always fucking Toppats?”

“Been asking myself that question for days now, buddy.” The silver-haired man replied casually. He folded his arms, clearly unimpressed by the demand to turn back. That was fine by the Right Hand; these fuckers needed a little sense knocked into them. It would make the Right Hand feel better too. Magic and science and crazy soul powers were a little beyond his area of expertise, but beating someone to a bloody pulp to protect his chief? That was something he could handle.

The ghost rolled their eyes dramatically at the adults’ display of intimidation. They flew in between the two men on their side and pushed them away. “Eyes on the prize, gentlemen.” They scolded, then redirected their attention to the Toppats before them. “Excuse us, please. We’re not here for you. Our camp was attacked and something very important was stolen – we’re here to retrieve it, along with the thief. Don’t worry, it has nothing to do with you. Our thief is a golden yellow flower. If you could just let us pass, we’ll apprehend our criminal and be on our way.”

A golden yellow flower? Then they meant-

No, but that didn’t make any sense. Flowey had been with the Right Hand Man all of yesterday. They’d been in constant contact while looking for Sven. Whatever they were accusing Flowey of, it was impossible for him to have done it. Not that the Right Hand Man cared much about his innocence when it came from stealing from the government – he wasn’t exactly innocent of the crime, either. But false accusations always had a tendency to irk him. It was careless and foolish, and always put someone innocent on the chopping block. Government assholes.

He and Burt met eyes for a moment. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Burt had acquiesced to avoid conflict. Instead, the man shook his head. “Yeah, that’s not happening. We need that stupid flower.”

Even if Burt still didn’t seem to like Flowey, the boy expertly guiding Burt into using TRANSFORMATION magic and saving Reg’s soul seemed to have soften Burt towards the flower, at least a little. Since then, Burt had made more of an effort to be cordial, and had stopped questioning every decision he’d made. The situation was still far from perfect, but at least the two had a functional working relationship now.

“Why are we even debating this?!” The soldier demanded. “’Ese are Toppats! For all we know ‘ey’re in on it!”

“For once, I agree with Price.” The silver-haired busybody stepped forward, right next to the soldier. “Let’s just force our way past. We can figure out what they’re doing here later.”

The Right Hand Man grinned wickedly. At bloody last, something he could handle!

Burt sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and slowly dragged his hand down his face. “Alright, let’s just get this over with then.” And then he made the first move, drawing his pistol and shooting twice at the men before them. The silver haired bastard jumped one way and the soldier jumped the other, while the child exaggerated a yawn as the bullets sailed harmlessly through their glowing red body.

“See, boys?” The ghost called after them. “This is why you should have let me stop to grab my knife!”

“Counterpoint!” The silver-haired asshole yelled back, taking cover inside a nearby doorway. “You’re scary enough without a dangerous weapon, and we’re not about to give you one!”

The ghost paused, thought a little, then shrugged their shoulders nonchalantly.

Ooo-kay, so they’d avoid the apparently indestructible ghost for now. The Right Hand Man instead focused his efforts on the silver-haired dick-weed, charging towards him at lightning speeds and grabbing him by the shirt before he could comprehend what was happening, and chucking him into the nearest building. The satisfying thud of his body breaking through the stone walls was a melodious symphony of crackling and thumping.

The silver-haired demon man sat up with a wince, wiped a little blood from his face, and scowled at the Right Hand Man. “Rupert.” He called out, drawing the attention of the soldier. “Let’s fuck these guys up.”

The soldier saluted, turned towards the Right Hand Man, and unleashed a torrent of bullets. The Right Hand Man jumped away, grabbing the ledge of a building and made his way up, nimbly dodging the spray of firepower that trailed after him. Once he reached the top of the building, he closed his eyes, thought of his husband counting on him back at the labs, and felt DETERMINED.

File Saved.

“Oh, come on-!”

The Right Hand Man grinned wickedly down at the men, and jumped off the building, letting gravity increase his force as he aimed his fist down towards the silver-haired menace. The soldier jumped between them, gritting his teeth as he used his gun as a physical barrier between the Right Hand Man and his target.

“’Enry!” He barked towards the silver-haired cretin. “Get back!”

Seconds later, his gun TRANSFORMED as Burt’s purple aura overtook it, making it more brittle and allowing the Right Hand Man to break through cleanly. The silver-haired bastard gawked openly at them.

“There’s two magic users?!” He exclaimed, then turned back to the ghost. “Chara, can you handle SAVES? You can see what’s going on better than we can!”

The ghost smiled mischievously, then their eyes began to glow. Somehow, even though the Right Hand couldn’t see the SAVE being created, he knew that this child, too, was a magic user. In spite of himself, excitement began to well in his gut; this promised to be fun.

Burt fired his pistol twice more at the two men; the silver-haired bugger dodged backwards with a nimble roll, while the soldier tucked and rolled towards the bullets, like an absolute moron, and then tackled Burt to the ground. Now, Burt was far from the fittest of the lot. He sat around all day, managing calls and communications for the rest of the Toppat Clan, and was generally good enough at doing that to get away with skipping a few physicals. This lax in training now came back to bite him, as the fit, strong soldier easily yanked his pistol away from him, leaving the an almost helpless against the onslaught of force the soldier laid down on him.

Almost. Because Burt had magic.

With his PERSEVERANCE, Burt willed the stone underneath him to TRANSFORM, becoming softer and softer until they were sinking into it. This freaked the soldier into jumping back, while Burt TRANSFORMED the ground beneath him into more stable stone, smirking at the soldier from the bottom of the pit he’d just created.

Then the soldier fired at him once with his own pistol, and Burt scrambled to get back up to higher ground.

The Right Hand Man focused his efforts on the silver-haired bastard, pulling no punches as he assaulted the man vigorously. With his sleep deprivation, the Right Hand Man assumed he would have been slowed enough to at least put them on equal footing, but the man made awkward movements as he dodged, constantly favouring one leg and occasionally gripping his side with his arm. Even in his exhausted state, the Right Hand Man took advantage of this obvious weakness and swept the man’s legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor.

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Except suddenly they were back on their feet, back at the point where he’d broken the soldier’s gun, and the sudden change of orientation threw the Right Hand off, so he didn’t see it coming when the soldier socked him square in the jaw. The blow, however, did wake him up, and he glanced briefly up at the ghost to see them smirking down cockily.

Cheeky little brat.

Not to be outdone, the Right Hand Man quickly cast another SAVE, jumping into the fray with a firm right hook, which the silver-haired jerkwad dodged spectacularly.

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He then loaded his SAVE, and took advantage of the silver-haired munchkin’s confusion to deliver a solid punch to the side he was favouring. The sucker gasped and fell over, grunting in obvious pain.

The ghost frowned and their eyes glowed.

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The world RESET again, but this time the Right Hand Man was better prepared for it. As soon as they jumped back he ran for the soldier, tackling him to the ground and throwing a few blows. The first two hit, the third was caught and forced back into the Right Hand’s face. Over his shoulder, the Right Hand Man could hear Burt firing at the silver-haired bastard, and the man dodging ahead of him. This distraction allowed the soldier to get in another few blows, each one pushing the Right Hand Man further against the wall. Without a gun, though, all the soldier could do was try and wear him down.

That was the Right Hand Man’s advantage. His DETERMINATION was greater.

A fist flew towards the Right Hand Man’s face, and he nimbly ducked to the side. The fist buried itself into the stone wall, and the soldier visibly cringed from the pain. That left him wide open to the Right Hand Man’s counterattack, and he smacked his forehead against the soldier, watching him fall away with a grimace before coming up swinging.

He may not match the Right Hand Man’s DETERMINATION, but the lad sure was full of gumption, he’d give him that.

Their fight was momentarily interrupted when something big loudly crashed on their side. They both looked and found the silver-haired wanker on his knees, wide-eyed, having apparently just barely dodged out the way of an absolutely MASSIVE bullet, big enough to leave a crater in the wall behind him.

Burt stared down at his gun with wide eyes, mumbling, “Holy shit,” under his breath once, before turning to the Right Hand Man. “Holy SHIT. Did you know this magic can make things change size? ‘Cause I sure as hell didn’t.”

“Focus, Curtis!” The Right Hand called back, then dove back into his fight. His footing was clumsy, but he still able to get a decent punch into the soldier. The only problem was that it left him horribly off balance, and the soldier’s keen eye caught that instantly. He grabbed the Right Hand Man by the wrist and tossed him over his shoulder.

The Right Hand Man took a deep breath, thought of Reg, and reached for his SAVE.

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They were back to the broken gun again. Jesus, at this rate, they’d never stop fighting.

Apparently the ghost thought the same, because they immediately flew ahead this time and grabbed Burt by the back of his shirt, hoisting him up into the air above the battle.

“Alright, I think we’ve all had our fun.” They announced firmly, in a tone that left no room for debate. “You’ll be taking us to the flower now. Or we’ll drop the oaf.” As if to prove their point, they flew a little higher and casually shook Burt out like an old rug. He tittered and stuttered as they did, purely from the force of it, but otherwise held firm.

“What is it with you magical creatures and tryin’ ta get me in trouble fer super illegal stuff?” The soldier grumbled.

Nearby, the silver-haired cheat called up. “See, Chara, you pulling stuff like this is why nobody trusts you with a knife.”

“Sticks and stones, Stickmin.” The ghost called down, then directed their attention down at the Right Hand Man. They mused aloud as their eyes glowed, creating a new SAVE. “I wonder how many times we’ll have to do this.”

...So that was their game, huh? Kill Burt in front of him, then reset and kill him again and again until he broke? Damn it. What the hell was he supposed to do about that? Even in top condition, he couldn’t’ fucking fly.

Suddenly the voice of the silver-haired dick broke the silence with a loud cry of, “CHARA! WATCH OUT!”

That was when a tentacle of black sludge lashed out over the city, nearly hitting the ghost child and causing them to accidentally drop Burt. It was actually the soldier who leapt up to catch him, only barely managing to break his fall.

The tentacle retracted, leaving globs of sticky black substance in their wake. Under his breath he heard the silver-haired prick mutter, “Malformed matter,” as he observed the stains, trailing them with his eyes back to the tentacles, to their source.

To Sven Svensson, standing on top of the building and standing down at them as if observing ants in a farm.

The Right Hand Man gritted his teeth. Now? He chose now of all times to show his bloody face?!

“It looks like we’ve made it just in time.” Sven commented from above them. “My dearest Curtis, are you alright?”

The call down to Burt immediately caused him to push the soldier away from him, climbing out of his arms with all the grace of a frazzle cat. He stood up, brushed himself off, then called up to their wayward teammate. “Sven! Where the hell have you been?!”

Sven didn’t look even the slightest bit frazzled. Instead, he smiled down at them. “My apologies. In order to save our Chief, I needed more power. So, I went to get more.”

“...I see then. I owe you gentlemen an apology.” The ghost child’s lips were pressed into a thin line, their eyes narrowed in anger. “That stupid flower had nothing to do with it. This is our soul thief.”

The atmosphere changed quite suddenly. The soldier’s expression turned from stern and wary to dark and enraged, and the stance of the silver-haired creep turned guarded and suspicious.

...Soul thief?

“Sven, what did you do?” Burt demanded immediately. “We’re already on borrowed time, and you went and provoked the government? Did you hit your head or something?”

Sven looked down at them, saying nothing for an uncomfortably long period of time. Then, at last, when the prolonged silence had gone on too long, Sven took a single step forward and allowed himself to tumble off the building, free-falling to the ground without a care, and only stopping himself a few inches above the ground with an aura of blue as he SHIFTED his own center of gravity.

Up close, Sven looked even worse than the last time the Right Hand Man had seen him. His skin was paled, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was greasy and matted. He looked like he’d been through hell and back, and something was different about the look in his eyes. It was clouded, uncertain. The closest comparison the Right Hand Man could think of was the people he’d seen drugged over the years, but that didn’t sit quite right, either. It was his voice. It came through too clearly, his words too stable.

But something was clearly very wrong with this child.

“I…” Sven huffed out, his breaths coming harder, “I did what I had to.”

“You bastard.” The soldier gritted his teeth and stepped forward. His fingers, in absence of a gun to aim, fiddled anxiously. “You took Dave, didn’t ya? DIDN’T YA?!”

Sven rolled his shoulders, not responding.

“FUCKING ANSWER ME!” The soldier approached Sven, attempting to grab at his vest, but Burt got in his way.

“Don’t touch him!” The man scolded. From this angle, the Right Hand Man could see the burn scar that remained on Burt’s face. It was maybe an inch big, placed prominently on his cheek, trailing down towards his chin. A knot formed in the Right Hand Man’s stomach; Burt was technically doing exactly as he was supposed to, protecting Sven as his Right Hand Man. But protecting someone who’d hurt him so easily made the Right Hand feel… uneasy? Uncomfortable? He couldn’t really find a word for it. The closest, perhaps, was pity.

Then another black oozing tentacle formed from the ground behind Sven, slithering upward and around the blonde Toppat and diving towards Burt and the soldier in front of him. The Right Hand Man reacted instinctively, diving forward and grabbing both of them, pulling them to the ground and narrowly dodging the tentacle that would have pierced through both their chests.

Burt’s eyes widened, staring at his near death. The soldier was less calm about the experience, shuffling back away from the tentacle with a stream of curses falling from his tongue.

“Wot the bloody ‘ell is wrong with you, boy?!” The Right Hand Man scolded over his shoulder, watching as the tentacle retracted from the whole it left in the ground, leaving black stains on the stone ground below.

Sven grinned; a wicked gesture that the Right Hand Man immediately found didn’t fit his face. “My apologies, dear companions. But in order to fix my mistakes, I need to obtain the power of seven souls. Once I have that, you’ll have your husband back. Your life back. We can all be happy again. Isn’t that what you want, sir?”

The answer fell off his tongue without thought: “Not. Like. This. Not when yer hurting yer fellow Toppats. This goes against everything I know Reg taught ya about bein’ a leader.”

“The Toppats don’t need a leader.” Sven responded plainly. “They need something greater. And that’s what I intend to become. And once I have the souls of seven humans,” Sven’s wicked grin grew wider still, white magical energy pouring from his eyes, “that’s exactly what I will give them.”

And he pounced.

His aim was for the soldier, but Burt would have certainly been caught in the crossfire. Insubordinate little shit or not, he was still a Toppat, and the Right Hand Man was still their defender. He dove in without thought, socking the boy straight in the jaw. Sven fell back, groaning a little in pain, but his smile grew crueler at the contact.

“Heh, forgive me, my child.” Sven stood up straight as black sludge formed underneath him, spiraling around him. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to continue to FIGHT. For the chief’s sake.”

The tentacles erupted in every direction, aiming for each of the humans. The Right Hand Man grabbed Burt and jumped back. The soldier ducked underneath them and rolled to the cover of a doorway. The ghost nimbly flew around the tentacles, and the silver-haired dillweed grabbed a nearby brick and began scrambling up the walls surprisingly quickly. If it was anybody but the guy who ruined the Toppat Clan, the Right Hand Man would’ve offered him a job after watching that impressive climb.

Immediately, the Right Hand Man shook his head to snap himself out of it. Not the time.

He grabbed Burt’s pistol, ignoring the man’s surprised shout. How many rounds were left in this thing? After so many resets, it was hard to remember. Maybe three, maybe four.

Damn it, he’d better not miss, then. The Right Hand focused, took aim, and fired. The shot should’ve been a clean blow to his leg, enough to disarm him. It would’ve been… if Burt hadn’t pushed him. The idiot.

“You can’t kill him!” The specialist begged. “Sir, you can’t!” Burt had never looked so scared before.

Before the Right Hand Man could inform him that he wasn’t planning on ending the fool, another tentacle shot towards them, forcing them to dodge in separate directions. Cursing, the Right Hand fumbled with the pistol for a moment, struggling to aim it while dodging the tentacle that was now focused on either crushing him or taking his soul. Still, the Right Hand of the Toppat Clan was no stranger to combat, and even exhausted as he was, the sudden burst of adrenaline that came from Sven’s attack was taken full advantage of. The Right Hand Man SAVED, and took aim with his pistol, getting a clear shot. A little closer to lethal than he’d have preferred, but it would have to do. He fired.

The bullet hit one of the tentacles, emerging from the ground to absorb it. Damn it! Now he only had two shots left. Probably.

That was when the silver-haired bitch dropped out of the sky, apparently from nowhere, and kicked Sven in the nose. With all the chaos, the Right Hand Man had kind of forgotten they were there.

The ghost child swept down and grabbed Henry by the arm, whisking him away before Sven could properly counter attack. From his other side the soldier emerged, carrying what looked to be a stalagmite (or was it stalactite? Whatever) and bringing it down hard over Sven’s head before retreating in the opposite direction, narrowly dodging the tentacles Sven sent after him.

They didn’t seem to be making a big dent in Sven’s defenses, but they were an excellent distraction. The Right Hand Man took aim and fired.

This time, he hit Sven square in the shoulder.

Something unusual happened, then. Sven’s body convulsed, but the spray of liquids that poured out of him wasn’t red. It was black, the same black as the tentacles, and where it landed on the street the stone sizzled and bubbled. The hell-?

Then it got weirder. Sven’s body seemed to seize, curling in on itself, and two hearts emerged from his chest. The INTEGRAL blue of Sven’s soul was muted by darkness – the same darkness that had come out of him – and it grew out of his soul like a weed, choking the blue light as it did. It was also wrapped around the violet form of the other soul, which poured out purple light like he expected, but shook in the grip of a slimy black tentacle. Whatever the hell abomination Sven had made of his body, it was repulsive to look at.

And he wasn’t the only one horrified.

The soldier’s body became one giant flame, a fire that was all his to COMMAND. He charged in and socked Sven square in the jaw and, with the power of fire at his disposal, actually seemed to do some real damage this time. Sven gasped as his skin burned upon contact, sizzling under the fiery glare of the soldier, who continued to throw punch after flaming punch at Sven.

Sven growled and pushed him back. Tentacles erupted from the ground, diving to pierce the enraged soldier, but none managed to get through the thick wall of flame that shot up between him and the outside world. He screamed, a feral, wild sound that carried like the crackling roar of a wildfire, his eyes lighting up with his orange magic. The soldier charged forward, leaving a blazing trail behind him, and with every move of his fingertips fire followed, allowing him to repel the tentacles of darkness Sven sent after him.

They collided, and the explosion sent them all hurling backwards. The Right Hand Man scrambled back to his feet, eyes darting this way and that to get his barrings. The silver-haired douche was off to the side, struggling to get up with the ghost’s help. Burt had been blown into the side of a building, but was picking himself up just fine, if limping a little. And Sven… Sven was still locked in magical combat with the soldier, the light of his fire burning through the darkness of Sven’s tentacles. While Sven’s techniques were masterful and creative, the soldier was clearly harnessing something even more powerful than pure skill, and so they were evenly matched. Something needed to change if this fight was going to end.

They needed to stop Sven, before he hurt himself. The Right Hand Man was DETERMINED.

File Saved.

He jumped into the fray, grabbing Sven by the arms to hold him steady as the soldier socked him square in the face. Black liquid oozed from his nose, but he just growled and broke loose, turning around and shooting a black tentacle down at the Right Hand Man. He dodged, quite nimbly he might add, and that left Sven wide open to another spray of fire from the soldier. This one caught him off balance, and he was blasted backwards into the stone building, leaving a dent in the wall. The soldier then pelted him with a few more fireballs for good measure.

They approached slowly, prepared for a counter attack. But before they could apprehend the wayward Toppat, Burt – once a-fucking-gain – stood in their way.

“Don’t.” He pleaded. “He’s… he’s beat. You’ve won. Don’t hurt him anymore.”

“I ain’t leavin’ this fucker alone until I ‘ave Dave back.” The soldier responded with a scowl. ‘Dave’ must have been the purple soul.

Burt was already nodding. “You can have him! I promise! Just… please, don’t hurt him anymore.” The soldier growled, smoke pouring from the tips of his fingers, and he pointed behind Burt at Sven, who was trying to stand, but didn’t quite have the stamina for it after the beating he took. His meaning was clear: Return the purple soul, or Sven would be kindling. Burt nodded shakily and turned around, forcing Sven into a sitting position. “Sven, give me the soul you took. We’ll talk the rest out later, but we need that soul now.”

“N-no…” Sven coughed. “W-we need it… f-for the Chief…”

“We’ll fix the Chief without it! We’re already on the right path!” Burt grabbed Sven by the shoulders and forced him to sit back, to look Burt in the eyes as he spoke. “You’ve taken this whole thing way too far. Just give it back and we can all just go back to normal! Like how it used to be!” Burt’s voice took on a pleading tone as he talked.

Sven shook his head. “….B-but… no, there’s no other-”

“We can figure it out! I promise!”

“Y-you… you don’t understand…”

“No, you don’t understand! We don’t need to cause this kind of damage to fix something! We can SAVE him together! Isn’t that what you promised? That we’d fix our mistakes together?”

“M-my… mistakes…”

“Damn it, Sven! Why don’t you just let me-”

“This is more important-”

“It’s not! It’s not more important than your life!”

“Why won’t you just let me-”

“Because I love you, damn it!” Burt broke down at this point, and the Right Hand Man didn’t need to see his face to know he was pouring out tears like a waterfall.

The confession knocked Sven out of his argumentative state. He looked quite shocked. “You… what?”

“I love you, you stupid, stupid man.” Burt reached over and pushed back some of the greasy blonde hair, letting those blue eyes pierce into him. “Of course I love you. You’re strong, and you’re smart, and you’ve always looked out for me, for as long as I’ve known you, and you look great in blue, and you snort when you laugh and whenever you scold me, it always sounds a little different than when you scold the others, and you always look so happy when we talk in Swedish, and- and-” Burt sniffled, “And I can’t lose you. P-please don’t make me lose you.”

“Burt…” Sven breathed out reverently, the same way the Right Hand remembered Reginald saying his true name in one of those rare, tender moments. Still, something stirred inside him. Call it anxiety, call it paranoia, but the Right Hand Man reached out and created another SAVE. Sven reached forward towards Burt with an open palm, and for a second the Right Hand Man wondered if he was wrong, if Sven was going to brush away those tears and let himself finally be happy.

Then his hand closed into a fist, and another black tentacle erupted from the ground. Burt screamed as it tore through his chest, but not nearly as loudly as Sven did.

“No!” Sven cried out, and despite the obvious pain he was in he charged forward, grabbing the body as it fell. The violet soul, however, was quickly snatched up by the soldier, who pulled it out of the way of the tentacles, setting one on fire when it got to close. Oblivious to all this, Sven gasped out, “W-why would you-?”

Then, the tone of Sven’s voice suddenly changed. He was calmer, more serious. More deadly. “The boy was in our way. If you’d just listened to me in the first place, none of this would have happened.”

Sven shook his head, and his tone became hysterical again. “H-he wasn’t in our fucking way! He was just worried! He- he said he loved me! He- He-”

“Of course he loved you, you stupid child.” Sven continued to talk to himself, and the Right Hand Man kept close eye on the argument as he helped the soldier smack away another tentacle going for the soul. “You’ve been teasing him this whole time. With your laughs, your smile, your every little touch, you’ve been drawing him close into your trap. You manipulated him so he couldn’t leave you behind.”

Sven gasped. “N-no… No, I didn’t! I wanted him too!”

“That doesn’t mean you didn’t manipulate him, child. But it’s of no consequence to me. Once we have the power we need, we’ll recreate Burt. Make him forget all about this little slip of yours. After all, how else would he forgive his murderer?”

“No!” Sven grabbed at his hair with his hands, pulling hard. “No! No! No! I don’t want to make him forgive me! I don’t want to hurt anyone else! I don’t want to do this anymore!”

“Oh, my poor child… SINCE WHEN WERE YOU THE ONE IN CONTROL?”

Darkness erupted out of the ground, pouring in every which direction and NOPE. Nope, that was it. He was loading his SAVE.

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File loaded.

The Right Hand Man surged forth and pulled Burt out of the way just as the tentacle erupted from the ground, nearly impaling him straight through the chest. Burt’s eyes widened as he watched the spot where he’d stood, mere moments before, be overrun with shadowy appendages. Sven screamed again, and held his head. The darkness erupted once more.

“Okay, I don’t know what’s going on with that guy.” The ghost child informed them as they flew over, pulling them further away from the eruption of darkness. “But we’re clearly not going to win this one. We need to bail and regroup.”

“I ain’t leavin’ Dave again!” The soldier called back to them, his hands engulfed with flames once more.

The silver-haired dweeb grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him closer and speaking plainly for him, as if explaining to a child. “You can’t help Dave if you’re dead. We need to figure out what the hell we’re dealing with before we can get anywhere close to that thing.”

Distressed, the soldier looked back at the eruption of darkness, at the two souls so close to its source. “B-but…”

“We’ll come back for him.” The silver-haired menace promised with a cold stare. “But if we just charge in without knowing what to do, we’ll make things even worse for him.”

This logic got through to the soldier. He looked over at the sea of darkness threatening to engulf New Home, then looked back at the silver-haired man with a tearful expression and a nod. For the moment, the group retreated into the caverns of the Underground.

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I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO FIRE RUPERT FOR SO LONG GUYS YOU HAVE NO IDEA-

But seriously, this is another one I've been looking forward to. Obviously, I'm not good at writing fight scenes, but I really hope this one was alright, because it's basically where Sven goes from being a reluctant antagonist to 'I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream' territory. Also, poor Burt. Just... poor Burt. Hopefully the next Toppat chapter won't be so angsty.

Also, Chara and Henry's immediate ‘reluctantly cooperative’ antagonistic chemistry is glorious. Those two are definitely going to have more banter in the future.

As an aside to tumblr users, the image on the index is due for an update, but I’m away from home and left the flashdrive with the source image for the index page at home like a dip. So that’ll update sometime later this week.

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arcwriteundertale · 3 years

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oh dear, it seems you remembered something (which I'm happy for you!!) but it doesn't seem to be a. uh. necessarily Comfy memory.

*(Gaster takes notes as he relives the instance with some clarity.) *I was... monitoring the progress of an experiment. *The readings were irregular compared to the previous six of that same type. *Far too much flux... *Not enough Patience... *So I... added something else. *To see what would happen. *But that’s where my recollection ends. *It feels as though... C-7 was significant. *Like it wasn’t a mistake, so much as a... *... *(He goes silent and stops writing.)

#undertale #gaster #art #ask #anonymous

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aeris-blue · 5 years

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Grillstertember Day 13 Prompt: First Meeting

Sweat permeated his brow while humidity filled his ribs with a nauseating sticky sensation. The floor of the cavern-turned-cell was flooded from the water runes that sparkled along the ceiling and walls. They were off for now but something told him that was because the guard outside didn’t think he’d know what they were unless they were on. Gaster took a breath finally giving the chained creature his attention.

For the life of him he couldn’t think of a way to describe the burning wall of flame that seemed to be slumbering in front of him. If he didn’t know any better he’d assume it was some ritual fire made for sacrifice, or something barbaric like that, by the way it burned so perfectly in shape. Gaster tapped his teeth together in an attempt to calm the thrumming in his soul, “Hello.”

Stars, he hoped his voice didn’t sound as pathetic as that felt. The creature-- the monster in the middle of the room didn’t seem to pay him any heed. Well, he was used to talking to himself, so it was hard to feel insulted, “I heard about what happened?” He tried. “Your commander doesn’t seem to have anything nice to say about you.”

“Sorry,” he shook his head, “where are my manners? Names Gaster.” His toes curled in his boots as he steeled himself for any sort of response but wasn’t surprised when he didn’t receive one. “Typically someone responds with their name to finish the introduction.”

The orange and yellow wall in front of him moved the way fire did but not in any indication of understanding. He’d been told the poor creature was past reasoning, that he was lost in the turbulence of his own element, barely more than a beast, but Gaster just couldn’t believe that. No one was irredeemable least of all something as strong as an Eternal.

Gaster hadn’t ever met an Eternal before but he’d always thought they were a fascinating race: all of that power inside a sturdy but shifting power. he couldn’t imagine what that felt like. How precarious it must be to be in control of a force like that.

The silence was bothering him again: “I can’t stand war. It makes everyone… So cruel. I know it’s inevitable,” the word sat in his mouth like a vegetable well past its’ prime, “but it feels an awful lot like two kids fighting over a stuffed animal...” His eyes grew distant as he looked at his hands, “Then crying when it rips…”

“But what they are doing to you here isn’t inevitable. It’s cruel and unusual punishment for disobeying orders.” Gaster fidgeted with his fingers, they were just waiting for this monster to disperse their form so they could grind his Hearthstone into a weapon. It made him wish he had a stomach so he could feel utterly sick about it. Using souls in the crafting of weapons had been banned ages ago but suddenly monsters were losing the war and it was better to kill their own than practice decency. He had some words for the smith that was willing to go through with such a horrid act.

Even then it would be one thing if they were letting them disperse peacefully but they were doing all they could to make it a painful, strenuous, process. “I want to help you,” he chuckled sadly to himself, “but I don’t know how.”

“I’m not going to let them use your soul but I don’t know how to get you out of here like this,” he sat atop a slick stone the edges of his robes absorbing the scalding hot water. There wasn’t anything he knew to do, or try, he hadn’t even managed to prove that they were still sentient.

What was he doing here? He had no idea how much power this whole Oracle nonsense granted him with the Dreemurrs. This poor soul’s commander certainly wasn’t going to just let them waltz out the door but a break out wouldn’t end well for either of them. He’d just gotten this title, finally pulled away from the front lines that he’d survived by dumb luck and the whims of spirits alone. Now here he was already jeopardizing it because he believed no monster deserved to be tormented by anyone, let alone their own kind. He rubbed his brows in exasperation trying to rid himself of the heat fueled agitation.

“I’m not leaving,” he called out to them.

The flames buckled towards each other before they began to stoke higher and higher until it stood on four limbs, its’ back arched with a fin of flame, while the massive head turned piercing yellow eyes towards him. In an instinctual act of preservation he stood back up holding his hands in front of him in defense, “I know you’re a monster. And a good one at that.” Their form roared in the way only fire could setting the water around them to blister from the heat of it.

Gaster knew he should be intimidated, that was common sense, but was it his mind playing tricks on him or did they kind of look like a giant cat? This was the creature they were so intimidated by? He’d expected a ferocious dragon that curled in an unfamiliar menacing manner lashing out in every direction at once not a feral house cat.

He covered his mouth as he tried to hide his smile, the form was in constant flux but it just wasn’t what he’d expected. Everyone had made them up to be some terrifying demon of fire but… He started laughing in spite of himself and the wide yellow eyes seemed to narrow on him, “Sorry, I just-- they think this is beyond salvaging? You’re just terrified aren’t you?”

His ribs filled with sticky humid air, “Wa ha ha,” he laughed the arch of his nose wrinkling, “I don’t blame ya! It’s all a mess right now!” Tears pricked the corner of his sockets as his previous fear left him.

The creature seemed baffled by his shift in demeanor sitting on their haunches to glare him down with the tiny white pupils. They hunched in on themself as Gaster crossed the sizzling water without care for the way it curled the leather of his new boots. When he reached out to touch their shoulder they recoiled, shrinking considerably in size to avoid contact. “You are just scared,” his eyes grew soft as he stared at the now eye level flame. “They said you were beyond reason… but did anyone even try to talk to you?”

He placed his hand atop their shoulder, “I need you to take your real form. Once you do, I promise I will get you out of here in one piece.” The large yellow eyes locked onto his eyelights and Gaster could only hope that meant they’d reached an understanding.

#grillstertember #Grillby #Gaster #guardian au #Big Fuzzy Fire Kitty Dragon #This was supposed to be a lineart #what happened #anyways #I'm back guys #thanks for your patience #I'm feeling much better #and am excited to get back to this

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theunderflux · 5 months

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Info Dump/Reference Page - Flux

warning! this will be updated as I share more information about Flux.

{ -Refs- }

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Name: Sans Flux

Nicknames: Hound, A Husky, The Dog, (More To Be Added)

Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them/It || Rarely, He/Him.

Role: Unknown.

Alinement: Unknown currently.

Birthday: January 21st. (shh, that's my birthday too. :>)

Likes:

Whipped Cream - A Favorite/addiction.

Dislikes:

Quite literally any Gaster - Hate is on sight for them.

Powers/Abilities:

Form Shift - Active Skill - Flux can shift between an animal-like form and a humanoid one, although this considerably drains their stamina leaving them rather vulnerable for at least a day or two. hence the fact they normally choose one form and stay in it for months on end.

Copy - Passive Skill - being around another Sans for an extended amount of time will lead to Flux copying/adapting to the abilities of the other Sans, this can not be controlled. while it might sound cool, just because they have gained the ability temporarily, this does not mean they know how to utilize it, and if that ability has a side effect such as damaging the user, it will do so. the more contact Flux has had with said Sans in the past, the less time it will take to adapt and copy the ability again in the future, this can be stacked and can overwhelm the poor hound if too much is copied at once.

Gaster Blasters - Active Skill - Self-explanatory.

Bone Attacks - Active Skill - Self-explanatory.

Portal - Active Skill - Flux can open portals between different locations within the multiverse.

Magic That Makes Up Their 'Fur' - Passive skill - In times of intense negative emotions, the magic that makes up Flux's mane, tail, and ears can and will heat up to the point it becomes hot enough to burn or possibly melt whoever comes in contact with it, including Flux themselves. thankfully Flux emotions rarely get to that point, but if they do. throw them in some ice or snow, it will help them calm down.

Relationships:

Quil - Little Brother - b r o

Frisk/Chara - Help. - Help, a crazy human showed up one day, but can't get rid of it. it keeps bringing in random things that don't have an AU to call home(anymore). I give up.

Background:

lol U wish I got into that. all ya know is Flux's Gaster did something or another to tick them off.

Interesting notes:

has a weighted Axolotl plush, a notepad, and a pencil in her mane. somehow, all items are immune to the occasional effects of her mane.

they are easily bribed if someone has something they like, like whipped cream.

when calm, their 'fur' feels silky soft.

Flux is not really fond of being touched but, will tolerate it to an extent.

Ill give ya a snack of lore~ they were created as a weapon of sorts, a failed one at that. I mostly just want to have fun.

#underflux #undertale au #underflux flux #undertale ask blog #glitchedmask rambles

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tricktster · 6 years

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on the upside, now that toby fox is probably gonna void my valuable ip and probably make it so sans is secretly 3 different guys and gaster is the ghost of benedict arnold or whatever, i guess i can find solace that i’m generating more valuable property with great spinoff potential and maybe some action figures.

i’m doing NaNoWriMo (that’s National November Writing Month to all you plebes and scrubs) even though i think it’s kind of silly, because I have an idea that is really just incredibly dumb and i’m sold enough on how fun it will be to read/write that i’m willing to spend november on it (which is basically how CoBC started and look where that got me [in a position to have several hundred actual human teens try to teach me stuff about homestuck against my adamant protests])

so like, i guess i’ll post each day’s work as it’s completed? with the caveat that this is even less planned than CoBC... which, granted, ended up being pretty well planned. still. i’m saying, you know, things are in flux as i write, you dig? new ideas will happen. i might have to go back and do changes. fun and exciting! the writing process in action! ish! see if you can catch all my mistakes!

actually the whole book is a mistake already, and it’s barely begun to manifest. i’m actively stoked. it’s so dumb. it’s maybe the dumbest idea i’ve ever developed into something that might actually work. i know i keep coming back to that descriptor, but i genuinely can’t think of a way to introduce the hook that doesn’t immediately provoke a “jesus christ, really??!!” reaction. it’s SO DUMB. i’m SO EXCITED.

you’ll get it by the end of chapter one, promise.

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drundertalescum · 6 years

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Yo for the ask swap bros thingie, not sure if you only take the bros but this for both of them and maybe Gaster, Undyne and Alphys too if you're up for it otherwise this just for the bros, number 2 on the hobby ask: What are a few of their side hobbies? (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

My Undyne and Alphys are still kinda in flux but I’ll do it for everyone

2. What are a few of their side hobbies?

Sans: It’s all guard, all the time, buddy. At least that’s what he says. Actually, he has a lot of little hobbies from before he found his calling. He really likes doing human-style parlor tricks, like juggling and especially slight-of-hand. No one takes it very seriously because he could do the same stuff just as easily with magic, so it isn’t exactly impressive to other monsters... but that’s why it’s fun for him. He COULD use his magic, but he doesn’t. He also loves puns and riddles and dumb jokes. Mostly, it’s nothing anyone takes seriously, but that’s their mistake.

Papyrus: Besides puzzles and taking care of his house plants, Papyrus doesn’t get up to that much. Sometimes, though, when he’s in a good mood, he likes to try to practice his magic, focusing on controlling the damage output and ways to fine tune his gravity magic. It’s a little pointless; he doesn’t plan to get into any fights any time soon, or like... ever, but he really likes the idea of being in complete control if it ever did happen. He wouldn’t want to hurt anyone because he was too careless or clumsy.

Gaster: Once upon a time, he didn’t do “hobbies,” but that time has passed and now he enjoys reading trash fiction and inventing new varieties of tea, which he sells in his shop. It’s not as popular as his other wares, obviously, but it makes him feel a little more... legitimate. He also enjoys combing the dump for new items to sell at a markup.

Undyne: ANIME! ROBOTS! FIRE IN A BOTTLE! THUNDERSTORM IN A BOTTLE! RAGING WINDS IN A BOTTLE! VOLCANO IN A BOTTLE! THE MOON IN A BOTTLE!!!!!!!! She likes to distract herself with side projects that will probably explode.It’s not really the same without Papyrus there to complain about the mess (while secretly loving it as much as she does), but it’s still fun! She’s also started binge-watching anime pretty much 24/7. When she’s in a good mood she likes to try to recreate her favorite props or weapons with Alphys. More often though, lately, she just watches. And writes fanfiction, sometimes. That’s a secret, though.

Alphys: Anime! Games! Dating sims! Sooo many dating sims. It’s practice errr n-no it isn’t!!! Aside from that, she likes to read fanfics, especially by her (very mysterious) favorite author. She’s also very into smithing, doing a lot of the muscle work for making props with Undyne, as well as real armor and weapons for actual combat purposes. She needs a mech suit. Just in case. It’s official business.

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years

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Crossover AU: Sans’s Lion & Bubbled Monster Souls

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Credit for Deltarune & Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Steven Universe Series goes to Rebecca Sugar

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while watching the episode where Lion first appears,

I got inspired to draw Lion as a Pink Skeleton with blue ethereal...?

I’m just gonna call it ethereal (I think it is a type of magic energy)

anyway like I was saying, Lion as a Pink Skeleton with a blue ethereal mane and even at the tip of his tail has the ethereal.

all the Monster Souls in Rose’s Room, are all the Monsters that were killed by Frisk, Sans bubbled them all and send them to Rose’s Room....which would technically be Steven’s and then Sans’s.

I was going to have the background be all black, but then I got the idea to have Lion in Rose’s Room.

the idea is that so long as the Souls remain in Sans’s Bubbles

they wont end up disappearing, and when Sans escape the Undertale Timeline and moved to the Deltarune Timeline,

he took his little brother, any other survivors and lastly

Lion and his Room that is known as “Rose’s Room”

like in a Steven Universe/Undertale/Deltarune Crossover AU.

Lion is kept instead and mostly keeps Papyrus company,

all while Sans is at work.

this version of Lion, when bring brought back to life a second time.

ends up getting a new ability, and that is being able to travel to different multiverses and AUs.

even to the place where Error-Sans & Ink-Sans normally hang out.

and maybe even where Core-Frisk is.

there could be different crossover versions of Lion,

at least I think there might be.

try picturing a Underfell version of Lion being really protective of Sans and any time Papyrus tries to make a grab for him or threatens him,

Lion would growl at him and hug Sans close to him in order to protect him from his Boss/Brother.

I still think if Sans and Steven are one in the same, then it is possible that how Steven become Sans can have different outcomes.

either he starting aging backwards when he is about to die,

and in his last moments he stops at the newborn age and he becomes a babybones and then is found by Mr & Mrs Wingdings

who adopt him, but also make him biologically related to them,

by taking each fragment of their souls and placing it into San’s Human Looking Soul which after the two fragments merge with San’s Human Soul, it transforms into a Monster Soul.

the Soul would also be “reborn” in a way, while still having traces of the Light Genetic Magical Makeup that makes up the Gem’s Essence.

as well as Steven’s Human Soul, which is now a Monster Soul.

it also has traces of Mr & Mrs Wingdings Genetic Magical DNA,

thanks to their two fragments being placed into Sans’s Soul,

and causing Sans to be fully reborn as a Monster and being reborn as Mr & Mrs Wingdings’s biological son, too.

I believe that the name “Wingdings”

is actually Gaster’s Family Name, this would mean that Sans and Papyrus’s full names are:

Wingdings Sans and Wingdings Papyrus.

just like how some humans have their family names come first,

it can be the same for monsters too.

so if this is true, then “Gaster” would not be the family name

but would technically be Gaster’s given name when he was born.

Lion could of been with the Baby Steven when Gaster and his wife,

found them (at the same spot Asriel finds Chara)

but instead of just being a skeleton, Steven could of still been human,

but after he left beach city,

he ended up deciding to check out mount ebott

but accidentally fell and when Lion sensed he was in danger,

he went to go save him but it ended up being too late.

Steven was age fluxing from when he was 14, 17 and even to middle age and elderly age.....but at his final breath, his last age flux stop at newborn Steven.

that was when Gaster and his wife came into the picture,

and notice the Lion had what appeared to be a human baby.

Gaster picks up the baby and notice the heartbeat had stop,

and with much convincing from his wife, the two decide to place a fragment piece from both of their souls into the newborn.

which caused not only the baby to brought back to life,

but it also caused the baby to transform from a human

to a skeleton monster baby.

which bewildered and shocked Lion and the Two Married Wingdings.

Gaster and his Wife [Redacted] decide to take the baby and even the Lion, home with them.

Gaster being a Doctor, did some tests and found out that by reviving the human baby with fragments of their souls, it caused the human soul to change into a monster soul and even have the baby become “reborn” as the Biological Son of the two of them.

there can be different ways that Steven becomes Sans,

this idea is just one of them.

plus when Steven becomes Sans and is reborn thanks to his new biological parents: Mr & Mrs Wingdings.

it also made him biologically related to his brother Papyrus.

and if there is a Gaster Jr. (because of the whole Gaster being Papyrus and Sans’s Brother too.) aka “Aster”

so not to confuse him with Gaster Sr...

he would of been at home during the time when his parents found Steven who would then be reborn as his new little brother Sans.

Sans could still have his Gem Powers, and when Lion ends up dying again....the Lion is brought back as Skeleton Monster thanks to Sans’s tears.

Sans could of brought Lion back to life when he was no more than 2 years old.

during this time Sans hasn’t yet remembered his past life as Steven Quartz Universe.

but at some point when Papyrus was a baby, his memories started to flood back to him and he remembered everything.

from his trauma that started in his childhood (Steven Universe)

to the breaking point he had a few years later (Steven Universe Future)

the only one he could talk to about it, would be the only one from his past still with him, and that would be Lion.

Sans’s Mom and Dad (Gaster and [Redact]) know very little about Steven’s past before he became their second son who they named “Sans”, all they know is that their magic and two fragments from each of their souls merged with his former human soul and brought him back to life and changed him from a human to a skeleton monster.

this version of Sans would end up having to move to the Deltarune Timeline, because the non-stop geno route that Frisk played through.

in the past resets, Sans didn’t think about saving everyone by placing their souls in bubbles, that is until he discovered he could

when he bubbled Papyrus’s Soul after Frisk killed him.

after figuring out that he could bubble monster souls,

Sans started to follow Frisk, and after they were finished killing a monster, Sans would then bubble them and send them to Rose’s Room.

any other monster that Frisk didn’t end up killing,

Sans would have them go into Lion’s Ethereal Mane.

knowing how Rose’s Room works, he knows it will likely try to make copies of the bubbled monster souls.

so in order to find them if they should get mixed up wit fake copies (that ends up being made by the room), Sans would have to use the new trick he learned, and that is using blue magic to grab at the souls.

if he tried to use the blue magic on a fake bubbled monster,

it wont react the same and will only burst into pink clouds.

he would then take the real bubbled monster souls

and place them in Lion’s Ethereal Mane.

when entering Lion’s new mane, at first glance it looks the same as how it was before, but now it is dark and the only thing that is the same is the two trees that belong to both Lion and Lars, as well as the small hill that has Rose’s belongings as well as the Portrait of Rose.

but the place is now in the Dark World/Void.

which means whenever someone goes in through Lion’s Ethereal Mane, their existence would be forgotten by the outside world.

the grass/hair/mane, could end up having the ability to have Darkners/Tulpa not end up transform into inanimate objects as soon as they leave The Dark World/Void.

this can be because of the new magic of Lion’s Mane.

on one side that makes up Lars’s side, the grass and Lars’s tree are still pink, but has bits and pieces of blue leafs in the tree.

on Lion’s side, Lion’s tree is fully blue

and becoming what looks like a Echo Tree and the grass ends up being blue too. all being same color as Lion’s Ethereal Mane.

even if Lars’s tree and grass hasn’t changed very much, it still ends up in the Dark World/Void.

if Lancer ends up finding that new place in the dark world,

he would end up finding the spot in the blue grass/mane

that would lead him outside, like he would end up falling out of Lion’s ethereal mane.

but he wouldn’t end up turning into a inanimate object but instead stays how he is.

so any darkner (Headcanon Name of Race “Tulpa” )

ends up finding that place with those two trees, where one side of the grass is pink and the other blue.

going through them and ending up popping out of Lion’s Ethereal Mane, will let them be able to keep the forms they had in the dark world/void.

not everyone has to agree about the whole Dark World being the Void and it has the power to make those outside it forget,

and only those who have been to the void will remember Kris and Susie if they end up going back there again in Chapter 3, cause the whole Noelle and Berdly being to the Dark World/Void,

and if they both are still in Alphys’s class, and Kris and Susie went to the Dark World/Void.

only Noelle and Berdly would remember them.

it would explain why there wasn’t a search party for those two

and no one seem all that worried about them.

at least not until they remembered them when they came back from the Dark World/Void.

it is possible when Kris and Susie ended up in the Dark World,

those in their world, still remembered them but at the same time as a hour past the memories of those two became foggy and when a few hours past the memories of them all but faded.

but if Noelle and Berdly have been to the Dark World/Void,

they wouldn’t be effected and would be immune, same would be for anyone else who might end up going to the Dark World/Void.

I don’t think Ralsei is Asriel, but could still end up being technically a creation of his.

but even if I and other fans had theories that Ralsei might be a bad guy, that might not be true for the real Ralsei that we meet in Chapter 1.

I believe the Ralsei we meet in Chapter 2, is a Fake and the real Ralsei is that Faux-Ralsei’s Prisoner and is being kept in a room we can’t get to yet.

another theory is that Ralsei is Flowey from one of the Geno Timeline from Undertale, when he ends up being killed by Frisk...

he doesn’t just cease to be, he ends up falling into the Dark World/Void and having a type of Amnesia, and when some of the essence of Asriel of Deltarune, entered into the dark world, it transformed that version of Flowey into Ralsei.

we know when Ralsei falls in battle, he at times will end up leaving behind just his hat and clothes, which makes you wonder what is under there and could it be dust?

it is likely Flowey is under there and whenever Ralsei falls in battle and there is nothing left of him but his hat and clothes, what is hiding in them might turn out to be Flowey.

that is just a theory after all.

anyway I’m going to go back to watching Steven Universe now.

see ya later and stay safe.

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