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fushitism · 26 days

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the chemistry in my brain is altered in unspeakable ways whenever i think about Sans.

JUST WHO EXACTLY IS THIS GUY

its so easy, almost too easy, not to take him seriously and its exactly why his character can often be, well, i wouldn't say overlooked, this guy's pretty popular, but his traits tend to be.... diluted?? simplified??? for lack of better words..?

like yeah, he likes ketchup. yeah, he's laid-back n "lazy". yeah, he's a punny guy. yeah, he goes above n beyond for his brother's happiness... but what else?

do we even know much about papyrus? that guy's whole deal deserves a whole separate post!

CAN WE PLEEAAASE RECALL HOW THIS PIECE OF LORE WAS CASUALLY (in true toby fox fashion) SENT TO OUR EMAILS ?? NEVER TO BE ELABORATED UPON EVER AGAIN

why'd sans have to pull a sock incident on us at a time like this </3

PAPYRUS DID NOT MEAN IT SO LITERALLY AND YOU KNOW THAT, SANS, YOU JUST WANTED TO BE A LITTLE SHIT!!!!!!

their life before snowdin.. oh what i'd give to hear all about it...

this got me thinking, though.

we know sans likely has an affinity for quantum physics, temporal complexities and astronomy (though the latter is irrelevant to the point i'll be making)

he can teleport for God's sake why are we so unfazed by that

aaaanywho,

so like his Workshop. the one with the broken machine, yeah. look at what toby's once said abt it

why would they (who i assume r alphys + sans ?) try so hard to fix it? it's not like its the CORE (the machine said to be the source of all power 4 the undergound)

what's so important about this rusty, clanky pile of scrap metal?

....

haha lol, remember this?

remember this (x2)?

there's an abstract them here, and its clear he's not talking abt papyrus, frisk or even the player if we were to try n reach so hard.

could it be he is refereing to those in the picture with him?

if so, they must really mean a lot to him

so let's get this straight:

- we know the skelebros were NEW additions to snowdin

- we know they had an OLD life, the picture at the workshop further proving sans also had a social circle, one beyond frisk's recognition which totally strikes me as odd, given this child has been ambushed by almost all monsters at that point

- sans knows about timelines. sans messes with time and space. it's heavily hinted sans has worked in quantum physics (the book[s] found at his place) and he apparently also has some abandoned, broken machine in his workshop (one of which he's presumably tinkered with)

- as a lost soul (but also in geno), sans demonstrates his intense defeatism and resignation saying this like,

.... is sans trying to go back somewhere? do the skelebros come from a different world? a grassy place? r the residents of said place related to the picture in any way? does sans miss them? were they family? friends? lovers?! whoooooooo!1!!1 when!!! where!!!!! what is going on, toby!!!! PLEASEHWHWUE

[inhale]

but you know what, this is fine. pssssh, we don't need any of these answered, haha! no waaay! because while the UT fandom's in up in flames about such matters, toby's probably out there drawing yet another sans x reigen art piece to dish out when we least expect it (please let it be on my biryhday please let it be on my birthd)

#undertale #toby fox #sans undertale #undertale sans #papyrus #papyrus undertale #undertale papyrus #im going crazy

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theriverdraws · 2 years

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I know most people can agree the interpretation of "chara being a merciless killer and true villain of the no-mercy route" really damages their character and purpose etc, but I would also add that interpreting Chara as the player, or even interpreting Frisk as the player in some ways, also ruins the point of the ENTIRE GAME.

Undertale works in this meta story where YOUR actions matter, and YOU are in control. You can reset and go back AT ANY POINT in the no-mercy route, which really wouldn't be consistent if Chara was in control (no matter what their intentions are). Saying that the player isn't in control of their actions and putting the blame on "x" character really just damages the entire point of this route and themes. Chara says the player isn't the one in control because by that point there's nothing you can do anymore.

But you could beforehand. You and Chara are partners, they only reincarnated and chased power because of YOU and YOUR actions. And if you do the route again, they even recommend that YOU try something different, because they can't do that for you. Well, what if Chara and the player are the same person? I don't believe that works.

Even though they have the name you choose for them, they already have their own backstory and personality despite what we do. Naming them serves the purpose of the cool plot twist with the name, and also serves to validate Asriel/Flowey's projection which is my third point - Asriel/Flowey is projecting hard.

No they're never talking to Chara in the final battle in the pacifist route, they're talking to Frisk. Even when you've done the pacifist route and Flowey warns you to not reset anymore and says "let Frisk live their life, see you later Chara", if you keep checking with him to see what he's gonna say next, he realizes that he is not talking to Chara neither and his whole demeanor changes (or maybe that dialogue only appears after neutral routes where he lives, gonna check later). So, who is the player? Frisk? Well, yes but no.

Frisk is a self-insert to the player, their arc is the same as the player's in the genocide route (them losing their empathy). But they are their own character, it's literally one of the plot twists of the game when they reveal their own name to really make the point that they are NOT us, not entirely. It's hard to see Frisk's personality shine through, but it's still there. They're an empathetic person, they hug Asriel to comfort him. They don't insult Snowy's mother in the true lab, however they know some MEAN insults based on acts in other battles. There's the interesting description of the "Abandoned Quiche" item which hints that Frisk was an abandoned child (not many people know that I imagine, you guys should look it up). And they seem to know some sickass poses and flirt really well.

What I think is happening is that Frisk is in a position that is similar to Kris' but they aren't self-aware like they are, perhaps because Frisk's soul is truly theirs? But if we think about it in that way, then the player must be a character in the game somewhat. So who is the player?

Well, they are: The Anomaly.

Sans mentions the anomaly as the one who is controlling the timelines, resetting and restarting. Flowey must have been the anomaly before the player showed up since they resetted often and it's hinted he fought sans in some timelines. We are the ones that control the timelines now though, we're the ones that control Frisk, that don't let them be happy. The player is the anomaly.

TL;DR The player is not Chara, and is not Frisk (entirely). The Player is the "Anomaly", the one who controls the timelines and Frisk. Which makes us an actual character in the game, without ruining the Meta-Meaning of it's story. Interpreting the player as any other character ruins the message of the game about the player's empathy and consequences of our choices.

(Sorry if I sound like an asshole, you can interpret the game as you like msjskj. Make that comic, draw that fanart, be happy bud).

#sorry just had to get this out of my head for a second snshsj #im very passionate about this game snhsnsjsj #at the end of the day there is no TRULY right way to see the game unless Toby says otherwise which he never will so lol #there is also no right way to play the game so people can kill and torturr whatever they want if thats what they wish #LETS NOT HARASS PEOPLE OK #undertale #chara dreemurr #chara #frisk #chara ut #frisk dreemurr #frisk ut #flowey #asriel #asriel dreemurr

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therubberducklad · 1 year

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(Guess who gets to be sans and papyrus in my Undertale x Monkie kid auuuuu! Hint: Mei is Sans & red son is papyrus)

“When MK made eye contact with the stranger, he could of swore he’d met her before. Something in her eyes felt so… familiar. He then realized she looked like Mei. His best friend from 1st to 3rd grade. But that would be impossible, he’d been to her funeral. And she had never looked this put together. This confident.”

((Tang found Mei after she fell into the underground as a young child. Her parents where not good people and she ran away. Growing up her best friend became red son. Red son wants nothing more than be the one who finds someone with Monkey Kings powers- freeing them all from the underground. And impressing his dad.

(Btw I’m not changing any of the Lego Monkie kid character’s personality’s in this au. Just the circumstances)

So far we have

MK as Frisk

Mei as Sans (lmao sans undertale)

Red son as Papyrus

Bai He as Chara

Tang as Toriel

Pigsy as Grillby(he gets to play a more important role dw)

Sun Wukong as Asgore

Macaque as Flowey… kinda? He is not Sun Wukongs child, he was his mate and Bai He’s father figure.

#monkie kid undertale au #my art #Lego Monkie kid #Lego Monkie kid MK #lmk MK #lego monkie kid qi xiaotian #lmk qi xiaotian #lego monkie kid mei #lmk mei #lego monkie kid long xiaojiao #lmk long xiaojiao #long xiaojiao #qi xiaotian #lego Monkie kid red son #lmk red son #lmk traffic light trio #traffic light trio #lego Monkie kid undertalr Au

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sillyguy99 · 1 month

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There is no fear in love

(Mafiafell Sans x Reader)

Chapter Four: Habitual Introduction

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An elderly nun – likely in her seventies – sets a cake decorated with white icing and colourful, round sprinkles on the coffee table. Her habit seems a size too big, and her hand shakes as she grabs a knife. A few silver hairs have escaped her veil, falling flat on her forehead, and her brown skin shows a couple of darker spots across her exposed arms, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She makes each cut slow and precise, and once she's done, she takes a seat. Brown eyes stare directly at him while another nun busies herself with serving the slices.

“Well, isn't this perfect timing?” Sister Theresa – the one responsible for baking and cutting the cake – says, wrinkles showing near her eyes and mouth as she smiles at Frisk's mother. “You introduce us to a new friend… Right on your thirty-secondth birthday!” She then looks back at him. “What is your name, young man?” she asks, keeping her smile.

The youngest of the two already seems to notice just how uncomfortable Sans currently feels, as she bites back a wobbly smile of her own, just as he rubs behind his neck and avoids the older woman's gaze.

“...sans,” he replies, attempting a polite nod. “pleasure to meet you.”

“Fourteen years,” Sister Gabriel – the one setting slices down for each person to take – says, joining in with just as much merriment. “Quite a feat, don't you think so? She has contributed plenty to our convent since her family left her in our care seventeen years ago!”

The woman appears at least a decade younger than Sister Theresa. Hints of colour in her hair are part of the evidence that suggests her age, adding to that the simple jewellery she wears on her wrists and neck, plus the subtle makeup on her face. Salt and pepper locks can be seen behind her ears, and the reddish tint to her pale skin reveals she has been outside without any sunblock. The colours of her habit are far more vibrant, and contrary to the other nun's clothing being a size too big, this one looks a size too small, as the length of the skirt displays part of her legs. Her smile shows she doesn't seem bothered by the concerning amount of information she's provided in one go, much to the great displeasure visible on the other two women's expressions.

“...Gabriel,” Sister Theresa says, frowning, while Frisk's mother sighs in approval. “Please, control yourself.”

“Oh,” the one in question replies, placing a hand on her cheek. “But… Does it not feel like he already cares deeply for this place? He called yesterday, asking if Sister Magdalene was doing alright!”

“i only wanna know ‘bout the people frisk sees every day,” Sans states, against letting this drag on or having assumptions made about what he wants. “that's what i'm here for, and nothin’ else.”

“But you asked about Frisk, and how their mother was doing,” Gabriel insists, smiling wider. “Perhaps, you refuse to admit it, but… You are being motivated to worry about Frisk and Sister Magdalene, even if you are trying not to let that happen.”

“Either way, sir…” Sister Theresa frowns. “You have made it here, and that is what matters most. Could I ask what prompted you to return… apart from learning about who Frisk associates with?”

“they've been sick, so i brought this.”

Sans slips out a paper bag from the inside of his jacket, and he tries not to chuckle when he notices Frisk's mother seems just a little too curious about what that could be, her wide gaze following each movement he makes.

“What is this?” a new nun asks, appearing from behind him and taking the item from his hands. She looks at the heart-shaped locket she pulls out of the bag, suspicion clear in her gaze. “...A protective charm, perhaps?”

“sorta like one, yeah.”

And – as if arriving in order of age – she seems to be the youngest of the three women he's greeted today, likely in her fifties. Black bangs decorate her forehead, and there's a mole at the left corner of her chin. Her clothing fits just right, and though her face shows maturity, there isn't a hint of a wrinkle anywhere around. The sharp scent of sterility hangs in the air as she stands before him, and blue gloves protect her hands. She has brown skin a shade darker than the first nun he'd met, along with eyes of a similar colour.

“...I’ll be studying it, then.”

She secures the locket in a tight fist, slips it into her habit's pocket, and – finally – walks off to where the two oldest nuns are sitting.

“Are you married?” she asks, her question far too blunt for her to be looking so stern.

Caught off guard, Sans remains silent for a few seconds, until he processes his answer.

“no, uh…”

He looks left, and he looks right.

All three nuns – minus the one he’d met before today – stare intently at him.

The one not staring at him seems busy with the tea leaves she's gone off to inspect, these dropped onto the coffee table with the arrival of the new nun.

So, he takes that as him needing to answer in a way that will keep the group interested, at least until the one responsible for dragging him into this messy introduction finishes doing whatever she's doing with those tea leaves she won't stop shuffling through.

“but i used to be,” Sans says, trying his best at a sad visage through the dimming of his irises, the lowering of his droopy gaze, and the deep fall of his usual grin. “she passed away two years ago, and that's why i wanna look after frisk a bit more, since they're like a siblin’ to my own kid.”

Heavy silence and worried expressions ensure things are already moving in his favour.

Though, he can't allow himself to let that show, no matter how his skull itches to be permitted a triumphant grin.

“and cuz the two of ‘em haven't been feelin’ well since they got to the surface… i've been wantin’ to ask sister magdalene if she can help me with the situation.”

Everyone's gazes turn toward the one he's mentioned.

In response, she slips the tea leaves into a bag, sits back down, grips the bag in her hands, and clenches it like it's her lifesaver.

“You know how to make monster medicine?” Sister Evelyn – seemingly the second youngest of the four Sisters present – asks, a frown on her face.

“U- Um…”

At the sight of Sister Magdalene being unable to reply, Sans decides it's best to carry on with the act.

“she's been givin’ it a shot,” he intervenes, sitting up straighter and glancing at her side. “…ain’t that right?”

She meets his eye sockets, then nods – once, and slowly.

“...Yes.”

A harrumph follows, and she fixes her posture before sparing another glimpse at him.

Then, she breathes deep, looks elsewhere, and closes her eyes.

“Very few hospitals accept monsters into their facilities, so I have been… trying to make up for that.”

Her chest rises and falls like a hammock against a soft wind.

“It- It doesn't feel right to do nothing, when I am aware I can do at least… something. Or anything.”

“Is it truly necessary for you to get involved with something so dangerous?” Evelyn intervenes, her sorrowful voice deepening. “You should let professionals deal with this issue.”

“Even if guilt stops me from living peacefully?” A glare forms on Magdalene’s expression. “Trying to help is better than not trying at all!”

“You aren't prepared enough for this, and you know it, Sister Magdalene.” Evelyn scoffs. “You would be better off facing a horde of hungry wolves than dealing with something so… reckless.”

And then, she scowls.

Magdalene, contrarily, smiles and walks off to the monster's side, propping her hands gentle yet firm on his shoulders – the way she squeezes leading him to believe she wants him to follow along.

“Even if I'm not, Mister Serif and I made an agreement,” she says, leaning closer, until she's almost resting her chin on top of his skull, though she shows she knows better than to do something like that with a stranger. “He will offer me safety and resources, while I will use that to perform the needed experiments to make effective medicine for humans and monsters alike.”

Still, the closeness her actions bring reveals that not only is her heart thumping like it wishes to be set free, but that she wants this to end, judging by how much her hands tremble as she tries to let him go.

And it's at this precise moment that he's reminded of the day after he first met her, when he was in the garden with her, and when she confessed she believed he looked like trouble.

“If my research were found out by people who are in disagreement… then the trouble would not be as worrying as it would be, if I were to focus on both species, instead of just monsters.”

The idea of her being threatened by him brings about an uneasy feeling in his soul, like he can't figure out whether he wants that or not.

“Our agreement…”

She had been the one to confront him first, after all.

And despite the reasons for her anger having a sound basis on her worry as a mother, that doesn't mean he isn't against entertaining the idea that he can act dangerous, just to mess with her.

“...Our agreement is beneficial for both of us. For everyone.”

So far, she hasn't mentioned to her Sisters what he told her the day of Frisk's arrival.

Nor does he believe her Sisters had been witnesses of her angered outburst upon that revelation.

In their eyes, he's simply an odd monster man who had been kind and caring enough to bring Frisk back home safe and sound, and who she welcomed into the garden with open arms – excluding from that narration the part where she slammed him against a wall and shamed him for how blatant his confession had been.

“Where will you be making these… experiments?” Evelyn asks, after an extensive silence from everyone around, the sole thing to keep calm being the sound of water boiling close by and birds chirping in the distance.

“Here,” Frisk's mother replies, finally walking away from him to tend to the boiling water. “I won't be going anywhere,” she carries on, giggling. “...If that's what you're so worried about.”

The eldest of the two huffs while the other laughs again, the disclosure of Sister Evelyn's true intentions seeming to lighten the mood.

“With Frisk being the Monster Ambassador and their health not being the greatest, Mister Serif offered that solution, so that we can both… overcome certain obstacles.”

Her voice breaks at that last line.

“Surely, if you've… r- read the news since their arrival last week…”

Even from the distance she's at, Sans can still see how her body shakes as she picks up the boiling water and pours some into each cup she's set on the counter.

“You've…”

She sets the empty pot on the stove, then grabs a pair of cups, only to set them back down on the counter.

“You've seen what they plan to do with my child… Don't you?”

And as he saw coming from a mile away, she slips in her actions and burns herself with the stovetop.

In response, she hardly flinches, wet eyes and a shaky smile divulging her primordial concerns.

“They will be taken for questioning,” Theresa says, a grey, grim look on her face. “So that we may understand their reasons for freeing monsters from the Underground, even though they were treated poorly?”

Seemingly fatigued, he sees Magdalene rest her back against a counter, slouch, and cover her face with her palms, nodding into them – once and firmly.

“That is what brings into my attention just who are we letting into our convent as of late…” Evelyn says, her disagreement returning. “Undoubtedly, if most monsters brought harm upon them, you must be no exception, Mister Serif.” A brisk pause arrives with a sigh. “And though I'm sure you must mean well, you have yet to repent for what you've done. Right now…”

Her trailing off is accompanied by her standing up and pointing a finger at him.

“You are the chief of sinners,” she says, anger manifesting in her eyes and tone. “Frankly said… You are a wolf dressed as a sheep, trying to make yourself fit into a rigid mould you cannot possibly ever force yourself into – no matter how much you try, and no matter how much you attempt to redeem yourself for it.” Another pause arrives. “And… That is without bringing into this how you treated Sister Magdalene the day after Frisk's arrival, with you yanking her rosary away and… exposing her the way you did, even after she offered you an apology you did not deserve, and even her friendship, despite your questionable background.”

She walks to the door and opens it, gesturing for him to pass through the frame, sunlight blinding his gaze.

“Do yourself a favour, sir, and leave while I am still feeling merciful.” She scoffs. “You can keep your agreement with Sister Magdalene, but I sincerely do not want you here. Bring her whatever resources she may require, but stay away from her and this place. We will protect her the way we always have.”

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garvi-oddis · 1 year

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MWAHAHAHAHA! TIme to rank Undertale ships and no one is stopping me!

Hey, this is all my personal opinion and if you ship any of these then good for you its your opinion as well and no matter how badly I'll rate these ships please don't let this stop you of shipping it :)

Plus no AUs included for I am not an AU fanatic. Anywho, let the ratings begin!

Frans, Frisk x Sans: Ah yes, the most popular of the fandom and probably more adored than Alphyne... Now my ranking is an 2/10. My reason? First Frisk is an child, its been hinted alot in the game, their sprite and their official art already looks child like. Sans is somewhere around his 30s and its already weird enough... And aging them up to ship them with Sans??? No thank you please. And plus it isn't the worst that I've seen in this fandom so good for you Frans.

Chans, Chara x Sans: Same reason as Frans 2/10

Papyryne, Papyrus x Undyne: Their friends guys, FRIENDS. Its kinda cute I gotta admit but really their just good friends nothing more than that. 3/10

Muffet x Grillby ( idk their ship name ) I see the concept but won't Grillby might accidently burn the spiders? 5/10

Grillby x Sans ( also dont know their ship name ) I like the concept and it does makes sense to me. 6/10

Charisk, Chara x Frisk: I do believe in the narra chara theory buuut I really see them as friends and really I don't feel anything about them being together.. Its really a no. 3/10

Charsriel, Chara x Asriel: I KNOW THEIR ADOPTED BUT NO, JUST NO. TOMATO POTATO SIBILINGS ARE SIBLINGS DINGUS. 0/10

Asgoriel, Asgore x Toriel: I used to ship them together but now I'm kinda iffy since Toriel has her boundaries and I respect that. If they will have some romantic interactions or if she's ok with him then hell yeah I'll ship them but for now its a no. 5/10

Soriel, Sans x Toriel: Controversial opinion, but I kinda like it y'know. Sans was there for her when she needed it the most, their pun buddies and at one of the neutral endings they became roommates so thats cute. I personally see them as friends but its a cute ship. 7/10

Grillster Grillby x Gaster: uhhh they never met but, the fanfics are good and I really like seeing them interacting with each other y'know. but still 2/10

Papyton, Papyrus x Mettaton: Like the concept but no 4/10

Blookyton, Nabstablook x Mettaton: They might be cousins just saying... 0/10

Friskriel, Frisk x Asriel: I know they saved him in pacifist but no. 2/10

The royal guards, 01 and 02: Their seriously underrated like why does nobody talk about these two??? WHY????? 100/10

Alphyne, Undyne x Alphys: I've been saving these two for the last. 100/10 do I even need to explain myself?

Phew thats the ratings, fight me

probably might do a part two if theres enough suggestions

#undertale #ships #ship ratings #frisk #sans #papyrus #chara #toriel #asgore #asriel #undyne #alphys #01 #02 #nabstablook #mettaton #grillby #gaster

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rosietrace · 1 year

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Glorious Masquerade, crimson flames (5/?)

Summary: Victoria has been graciously invited to attend the symposium hosted by Noble Bell College in collaboration with Night Raven College. Unfortunately, it seems she has a couple adversaries attending, specifically a certain prince of thorns...

( This does not apply to any of the main stories. )

Author's note: You know what's weird? That when I wrote this, I thought there wouldn't be any plot inconsistency in the future... I might be wrong- Even weirder? Frisk x Rollo in general XD I know crack ships exist but the dynamic would be so interesting between the two!

"Rollo-san, may I speak with you privately?"

Turning his head to invoke eye contact with her, Rollo raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

Victoria's group mates, Zen and Yuuta, looked at her. Yuuta looked more anxious, while Zen appeared bewildered yet relaxed. And you'd assume that it would be the other way around.

"How come, Victoria-san? Is something troubling you?" Rollo questions, attempting to subtly get the answer out of her.

By instinct, a fake smile was beautifully painted on her face."It is simply a trivial question, but one that involves my family. May I speak with you privately so we can discuss it?" Though she was wearing an expertly crafted white butterfly mask, it didn't hide the malice she subtly had in her eyes.

Zen gulped, anticipating that Rollo would reject her offer and deem her suspicious. But to his absolute surprise, that didn't happen at all.

Rollo nodded without a hint of reluctance in his body language. It irked him for some reason.

What the hell is that guy hiding…. He better not try and hurt my sister. Zen clenched his fists and his anger sent a chill down Yuuta's spine.

Victoria and Rollo walked away from them and went to talk in a private area. Just as Victoria had requested.

"I've complied with your request to speak privately. So, Victoria-san, what is it about your family that you wish to discuss?"

"Ah…. You see, Rollo-san… It is wrong to lie."

Rollo's eyes narrowed suspiciously, and he crossed his arms.

"Whatever do you me-"

"Bless you, for speaking such truth. For your lies need to be revealed. Mirror mirror, dispel their deceit-"

"That won't work, Victoria-san."

With her eyes turned to glass, rendering them useless, she heard Rollo sigh heavily."I would've thought that the heiress to such a prestigious family would have better manners, but I suppose I was wrong in that regard." She heard.

"What are you hiding, Rollo Flamme." The grip on her handheld fan tightened, making Rollo bite back a laugh.

"What I'm hiding… Is none of your concern. Whatever you do to try and stop what you THINK I'm doing, it won't work. So let's just pretend this never happened and that we were simply discussing trade dealing… Okay?"

She could feel her anger increase with each second. Victoria was smart, she knew that, and with smarts came analytical prowess.

And even if she currently didn't have her eyesight at the moment, she could practically feel Rollo's smugness behind a poker face. A feat that she was also equally capable of.

".... Fine." She muttered in response to Rollo. The latter hummed and escorted her out of the area, and back to her group.

Zen held her protectively when he noticed her eyes were glass, and he scowled."What happened?" he surveyed Rollo, wanting an immediate answer to his question.

Rollo sent him a scowl to challenge his own."She was simply trying to get into a business she didn't need to involve herself in, Zenith-san." Rollo replied, his eyes giving the impression of a warning.

A warning that both Zen and Yuuta understood.

Rollo walked away to survey the campus with his vice president and assistant, leaving Zen and Yuuta with Victoria.

Zen's eyes soften with worry."Are you okay, Tori?" He asked gently, fixing her hair a bit. Victoria bit her tongue.

She wanted to tell them what she learned, even if it wasn't much. But something within her told her not to until she felt it was the right time.

"... I'm fine, Zen."

Yuuta approached them awkwardly."You don't look okay, Vic." His attention was no longer on the troublesome fire-breathing familiar, but now on one of his group mates.

Victoria scoffed."I'm fine, Sumeragi. You don't need to worry about anything." Flapping open her fan, she began to delicately fan herself.

While doing so, she and Malleus unintentionally locked eyes.

Why does this keep happening? That was what Victoria thought, and she rolled her eyes at him and walked away with Zen and Yuuta to continue exploring the campus.

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(I'm not sure if this could be a warning BUT, to those who don't like the idea of Rollo x Frisk or Rollo Flamme in general, you might not find much enjoyment in this segment, which takes place in Frisk's point of view.)

This is more self indulgent than plot relevant so-

If Frisk had to describe her current emotion right now. It would be denial.

Freyah was the one who suggested it, and while she didn't mind the idea, Frisk thought that she should've expected Freyah to get lost in the festival crowds.

At that moment, she was on her own.

Walking around the festival and trying not to catch any unwanted attention was already difficult. The fact that Frisk wasn't wearing a mask made it even more embarrassing.

Did I leave my mask at noble bell college?... By the seven… Frisk thought, mentally flicking herself in the forehead for forgetting something so crucial to her clothing.

Almost conveniently enough, Frisk stumbled across a small stall that sold masks. And one mask, in particular, caught her eye.

It was your typical masquerade mask, the kind that was popular in movies that involved masquerade scenes. But it caught Frisk's eye because it might match so well with her dress.

But you know what made buying the mask so difficult for Frisk? Social anxiety!

She was a little too scared to approach the salesperson so she could buy the mask. As much as she wanted it, Frisk felt like it was better if she just-

"What are you staring at, Frisk-san?"

She yelped, her hair rising a bit as she turned around to see Rollo."A-Ah! Rollo-san! W-Well…. I-It isn't anything important, it's rather trivial, actually…." She responded shyly, intimidated by his height.

"What is?"

"W-Well…" Frisk felt even more embarrassed. To start stuttering out of anxiety was already so jarring for her and usually for others, so it felt even more embarrassing that she was instinctively doing it in front of Rollo, someone she's been a bit curious of and wanted to try and befriend.

But to her surprise, Rollo didn't seem annoyed by it at all. To her, it looked like he felt amused by it instead of annoyed.

She awkwardly gestured to the stall of masks. Rollo's eyebrows raised in surprise at the realization that Frisk must've left her mask at his school.

"Did you leave your mask at the academy?"

"I-It was an accident, I swear! P-Please don't get mad-"

"What? I'm not mad, just… Rather surprised that I didn't notice it sooner."

"O-Oh…"

Gently patting her head, without ruining her hair, Rollo walked past her and approached the stall."H-Huh??" Frisk went after Rollo in confusion.

"Which mask do you want?"

"P-Pardon? Well…. I guess the dark blue one. The one that matches my dress…" Frisk murmured, looking away.

Nodding in response, Rollo quickly bought the mask and gave it to Frisk."Here." He said, giving the mask to her."Think of it as a gift, since… It technically is one." They both smiled at each other sheepishly.

Taking the mask from his hands, Frisk nervously put it on while readjusting her hair in the process.

"Do I… Look better?"

Rollo felt his expression soften in her gaze, seeing how well the mask and clothes complimented her so well.

He decided to take her back to her group, and though his response earlier was just a quick nod…

…. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked. With or without the mask.

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starclast · 9 months

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...If you are not very careful...your possessions will posses you :)

#undertale #undertale fanart #female frisk #frisk the human #fem!frisk #sans undertale #human sans #traditional drawing #colored sketch #undertale chara #chara tryin to control Frisk #possesion showing #sans x frisk hints #very lightly

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laytonsgal · 2 years

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Table of contents:

1. Intro

2. What is "Justicetale"?

3. Is this an AU?

4. More Info

5. Characters

6. Chapters

7. Outro

❤💙💛

Hey there!

And welcome to the master post for my Undertale comic, Justicetale!

This post will cover everything you need to know regarding my comic, from descriptions to a table of contents.

Justicetale is a personal fanfiction I'm making into a comic.

The story covers all main events of a true pacifist run of Undertale, but from a different perspective and with new events.

The goal here is basically to tell Undertales story, but from a new perspective and with a new human that makes decisions outside of what Frisk does.

It involves a lot of headcanons of mine, as well as ideas on what could happen if extremely varied choices are made.

So in short, my own take on the events of Undertale.

Errrr, yes and no?? (I like being complicated)

You can see me reffer to this as an AU from time to time for the sake of simplicity, but I wouldn't consider this an AU compared to the intense work of major AUs.

This is just my own little passion project, but if for some reason you like an idea I utilize in this, by all means use it! I can't take too much credit for this, since I'm building off of Toby Fox's wonderful world and characters.

-❤ I will be doing my best to get pages out in batches of 6.

I'm doing full color but in my more messy style so I don't lose motivation. But who knows, some pages may be more elaborate than others depending on my current work load.

-💙 This will contain OC x canon and hints at Toriel x Sans. This comic is entirely SFW though and I'd rate it at around 13+, so safe for Amino.

Toriel x Sans is the only non-canon ship referenced in this, just as a heads up for anyone curious!

-💛 If for some reason you'd like to make art based on my comic, I would be very flattered! My only rule is NO NSFW art involving my OC. No exceptions. Thanks!

You can find some brief character introductions here!

Chapters will be posted here as the posts for them are made!

• Chapter 1, part 1

Below here will be a few pieces of various art I've done based on this so far, as well as my OCs ref sheet!

Thanks so much for stopping by, and I hope you'll enjoy as it comes out! :)

#undertale fanart #undertale #undertale au #undertale oc #undertale fanfiction #justicetale

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bonbonandjasper · 4 years

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Day 12: Cringe

Mama Frisk being.... Mama Frisk. Nothing more to say.

#inktobertale #inktobertale 2020 #day 12 #cringe #frisk #mama frisk #frans #sans x frisk #frisk x sans #undertale #ink!Sans #ink sans #halloween #costume #skelebabies #papyrus x frisk #hints of mpreg

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carlyraejepsans · 2 years

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Ship bingo- Alphys x sans ?

oh i am INSANE about salphys, I'm already thinking about their hinted friendship 24/7 so i have no problem throwing romance into the mix as well. it's one of my favourite ut rarepairs they're just so!! PARALLELS MAN!!!

But! i am very, very specific with it, I don't like it in just any context (like any ending where undyne is still alive for example) and though i crossed "would do/read fic about it" I'm not sure yet if there's anyone other than myself i can trust to really Get the vibe I've got going for them y'know? specifically, the contexts i enjoy this pairing in are two

pre canon, back when they were colleagues (?) long before frisk falls to the underground. it's the supidest, most ridiculous relationship they've ever had, it lasts a while but eventually doesn't work out and part on extremely good terms for ex partners. sans buys undyne a "gay-mer girl" shirt for gyftmas so she and alphys can match (alphys kicks him in the shins at the dinner table about it later, but it's affectionate) and alphys still inevitably wanders to the little handmade socks+mittens stalls in street markets to find the ones with the funniest patterns like "oh this one's so tacky, he'll love it" then tags him in the pics on undernet.

post neutral queen Alphys ending

'nuff said

#''he's a good guy'' HE IS. GOD HE IS #smth smth sans doylistically dooming himself to being the last man standing in any non-geno run #alphys dooming herself to DIE in most of the neutral runs but surviving in this one to save other monsters form you #their shared roles as passive watchers to most of your bloodbath #their regret over not being able to try to stop you sooner despite not fighting you being the objectively safer and more clever option #sans helping alphys grieve because he's already lost everyone he's ever loved before once in his life #them honoring the dead... because how can it be anyone BUT them #*lies down on the floor*#answered asks #mtt game show #salphys

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jamestrmtx · 3 years

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Sixteen | Dummy! (Part 2 of 3)

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When you're done freshening up, dinner's already underway. The scent of vegetables and broth hits your nose, and the cold temperature left behind by the storm brings forth an additional hint as to what the monster's cooking up for dinner. You try to stay soundless as you sneak off to the kitchen and stand behind him, looking over his shoulder when you make it there.

"I can tell you're here, pal," Sans says, chuckling.

He turns to you with a spoon held out in his hand. There's a sample of soup on it, waiting to be tested. The scent reminds you of having missed lunch break due to the stormy weather, with the hours it lasted bringing forth your boss's decision to call the rest of your shift off. You were supposed to be at your last meeting by now, but the rain and wind had proven to be superior, canceling all plans. Less work meant less pay, though you try to refrain yourself from worrying too much about that right now. "Taste it." He offers it out to you, still waiting. You, on the other hand, take a while to do anything, overthinking the situation as you then debate on whether to grab the spoon or taste it right off his hand. The first option had the risk of you brushing hands with the monster and spilling the soup in the process, yet tasting it right off his hand was almost unthinkable to do.

Another thought pops into your mind, and that's whether it was fine to trust the skeleton by tasting the food and giving him the benefit of the doubt about it not being tampered with. Though you knew him for a few months now, it's still impossible not to acknowledge a possibility like that one. If a man you'd known for so many years had ended up leaving you, only to make a scene like yesterday's when trying to get back with you, who's to say a stranger with customs far different from yours wouldn't do something similar -- or worse?

You remind yourself of your main and original task: confronting him and the rest of the monsters over the choices they made back at the Underground, regardless of how charming and kind they were being with you currently. Sans was no less of an exception. This wasn't only for Frisk's safety and their overall state of well-being, but for your reputation as their parent -- and for your peace of mind, too.

You figure you've taken too long based on how the skeleton backs the spoon away.

His grin widens, and he then sips the contents off the spoon, leaving it empty. "I promise it ain't poisoned." He gives his back to you as he goes to wash the spoon, offering it to you after it's been cleaned. "You can taste it now." Sans moves aside, creating space for you to step forward and scoop a bit of the soup still bubbling in the pot.

Just as you're about to eat it though, he says, "I'm not the best cook around, so go ahead and lemme know if it tastes funny."

A smile forms on your face when you hear that, captivated by the idea of him having no clue how to begin cooking, and even more considering he was at your home instead of his. If it was often difficult for beginners to cook in the familiarity of their own home, you can't imagine how it must feel doing that at another person's place. For a moment, you wish you could've seen him in the process of cooking, an opportunity you'd lost while you went off to shower and change.

When you taste it, what's missing drops into your thoughts; years of having cooked at home reveal the capability of identifying that quickly. You consider the suggestion and confirm what the soup's lacking when you clean up the spoon and take a second sample off the pot. "It's good," you say, setting it aside. "Just needs a bit of salt and more time to stew. The rest is fine."

"Thanks," he replies, hands going back to his pockets. "Paps wants to improve his cooking, so I figured I've gotta better mine some more before I teach 'im anything."

Again, your mind finds itself in a conflict. While it's charmed by the thoughtfulness of that comment, it's also clouded by the morose reminder of why you'd asked him to stay for dinner in the first place. To distract yourself, you add the missing ingredient to the soup and walk with Sans to the couch while it finishes boiling.

It feels strange to sit so far apart from each other, but he doesn't close off the distance, nor do you.

You prop a leg over the other and rest a hand over your knee, bouncing the one on the floor when you lack anything more to say. Your thoughts scramble around as you try to find a way to make the situation less awkward. When you glance back at him, you see it's something he also seems to want to end; your gaze meets with his when you both decide to look at each other's side -- synchronizing.

He shifts closer and you do the same, continuing until your hands touch.

Almost immediately, you pull back, yet your gaze remains locked with his, eyes drifting down to his teeth. Even as he gets nearer, you stay put, lost in your thoughts and the risky scenario unfolding. Your brain and heart scream at you to stop; your body -- conversely -- refuses to move out of its current spot and rebels by inching closer to him, until you're near enough to catch the scent of the only soap brand you often bought for showering: soft-scented, cheap, and antibacterial. It's strange to catch that aroma from someone other than yourself. Frisk preferred using a different kind, making the situation much more intimate than you would like it to feel.

You grab his hand again as he leans into you, only stopping himself when your back presses against the armrest. Then, he pulls his hand back and uses both to hold your shoulders and corner you right into place. Height difference makes it so that his legs stay knelt on the couch while yours hang off it, these tucked aside as you focus on the matter at hand. He brings himself closer as he tries to level out your heights, grip on you staying. The sound of your heart and of the soup simmering by the kitchen are the only two other things to keep your mind occupied from what's happening; anticipation makes your breaths waver.

As if the situation couldn't get tense enough, the door of the living room opens and in barge two people, leaving you in an iced state.

Rather than Frisk and Toriel, it's Frisk and Jerry who stand at the frame, one casting a look of betrayal at the monster while the other scrutinizes the scene. You try standing up, yet the monster's hands hold you back, body held up over yours -- still cornered. His face reveals nothing but conflict, an expression similar to your state of mind regarding how freely to act with him.

Jerry leaves without a word and shuts the door too slow for it to even click. Frisk does the rest of the job for him by locking it, checking it again, and saying nothing themselves as they look at you in the eye and sign, "Can we talk later, ren?"

Still in a tough position, you nod once, lacking strength or words to say anything out loud.

Sans doesn't move even as Frisk disappears into the hallway.

You see his irises falter when you look at him; his gaze isn't fully there. A few drops of sweat are present on his forehead, and you can feel his hands grow colder with each second. "...Are you okay, Sans?" you ask, voice faint. "I, um... I think the soup should be ready now."

You hope that's enough to snap him out of it, only to have that contradicted when his hold on you stays. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he mutters, huffing, "I failed you."

Sans moves back while you sit up straight; silence returns. He stands up and goes to turn off the stove, all done within more time than you would expect as he chooses to stay there a few more minutes, staring aimlessly at the kitchen's wares. You rest your hands on your knees, and you wait to see what he does next. There's not much you can do now that you were caught in a moment like that one, and there's no time to beat yourself up over it, either. All you can do's admit your blame where it best seemed fit, and that was in letting your inner voice act before you. You'd given it your strongest efforts to wait until your first year of college to date Jerry, only to then wait until you had a stabler job by your second semester to actually do anything more serious with him, and later waited six more years alone, watching as Frisk grew up in your care for most of the time, only to let your wants show through now of all times.

Excuse through excuse -- be it valid or not -- you'd restricted yourself at every moment you saw possible.

All that, and yet it still felt as if you hadn't done enough.

You wanted to be stronger.

"Frisk told me 'bout your situation," Sans says, distracting you from your thoughts. "Not whatever happened with Jerry, but the way you see monsters, and well… me, in general." He turns away from the kitchen and sits back down on the couch, looking directly at you, though for wholly different reasons than earlier ago. His hand stays over yours, more comforting than sultry. Were you to know him for any longer, you would've assumed he's holding his soul on his sleeve, yet you remind yourself he's still a stranger. "Maybe this's my habits showin' up, but if I were to judge you based on what they told me, I'd say you're labeling yourself as the bad guy." His fingers intersect with yours, squeezing your palm. "Of all the things I've gotten to learn about you, this's one of the least you should be blamin' yourself for. If anything, you're not exactly the only one responsible for all that's been happenin' right now."

Your breaths grow tighter the longer you keep listening to him. Your heart's racing again, yet it's not the same as before. The monster lets your hand go, continuing with, "I can't tell you just how different we are from each other, and how much I wish I had a fraction the amount of willpower you and your kid have." He sighs; a hint of a smile shows despite the furrow in his gaze. "You've got some things right about me, and one of 'em's havin' chosen to act too late. Being unable to be there for those I care about, more specifically." His nose cavity flares as he lets out a stifled laugh, remorse showing in spite of his best efforts not to let that happen. "I hate who I used to be, and even now, I still feel like I could've done more. I wanna try harder, but I don't have a clue on where to start with that."

Sans tries to stand up, yet fails to. He heaves out a breath as he closes his eye sockets and surrenders himself back on the couch; he rests his elbow over the armrest and lets his chin rest on his hand. After that, he looks back to your side, an apologetic gaze showing as his grin widens and his crease deepens, the way his monster anatomy worked allowing him to further display similar movements to that of a human narrowing their gaze. "Keep taking credit where it's due, (Y/N). And when you've got somethin' you want to improve, try your best to overcome it." He pauses, and the crease in his gaze lessens as he casts a fonder look at you. "Not that you ain't tryin' already. But you're still takin' up too much of the blame, and not realizing when you can be free. It doesn't have to be with me -- or anybody else, for that matter -- but try to live life a lil' more. Don't just dwell on the past and restrain yourself from stuff you want to achieve for yourself. You should live for you, just as you're tryna live for others."

He closes his eye sockets and brings a hand to his face, rubbing his forehead until he lets out a hushed sigh. Then, he opens them and straightens up on his seat, hands resting on his lap. There's a brief pause, broken when he breathes in again, saying, "...So a skeleton and a single parent walk into a bar," he takes another stop, continuing with, "One bares their skin to the bartender, earnest down to the bone," his breath hitches, yet he composes himself quickly, "the other sits back, looks into the past, and then wonders why he's feelin' so lonely."

He huffs and ends it all with a chuckle and an attempt at covering his face away from your sight. You stop him with the brush of a hand, taking his cheekbone when he turns to you. His body's shaking and a few tears escape his sockets, these he tries to wipe with his free hand, only for you to hold him back by doing that yourself. Caught in the moment, you kiss one of them away, the expectance of a salty taste proven wrong as you receive a hint of sweetness instead -- reflecting the memory of your day with him at the pâtisserie. His shoulders shake as he chokes back a sob, breaking down. His hands grab your back, bringing you in for a hug as he seeks more comfort. In that embrace, you can feel how his rib cage rises and falls at quick intervals, slowing down when you hug him back and wait until he breaks it apart.

The wait's as long as you expect it for someone in his state; the weight of his breaths diminish as he calms down and lets you go.

"Sorry about that," he comments, chuckling. "Wasn't really myself for a moment there, huh?"

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sariels-world-ella · 3 years

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Sw!Fallenswap x Deltarune

SWFallenswap by me, Deltarune By Toby Fox

This is an Fusion a.u of SW!Fallenswap and Deltarune, not much canon about it it's just a concept

Overview

This is not a canon A.U just a concept so these personalities are generic.

Warden: Takes Kris' place, shows simlier attributes to Andrew personality wises and uses sorcery by the book he carries around, their name is also an anagram of Andrew, their overworld appearance they wear clothing similar to pre-events Chara but not as feminine.

Terison Mik (Ralsei!M.K) is a glum darkner who guides the player through The Dark World, (alternate name could be "The Terror Realm" like what is in SW!Fallenswap) he is one of the few non-hostile characters, he is the presumed sister of the Queen of Darkness (some sort of Adult Fallen!Frisk) He takes Ralsei's place because Ralsei is based off of Asriel in Deltarune and Asriel swaps with M.K., and why his name is a anagram of Monster kid

Susie is a manipulative psychopathic Darkner, who tries to kill Warden and Terison aswell as manipulating Lancer, She usually accompanied by corrupted looking knights who take orders from her, she also does kidnap Lancer and manipulate him into thinking she is helping him.

Lancer is a monster who is very clinical on the world, and has severe anxiety, he either acts rude and rash towards others or just plain lathargic and hopeless. He also tries to get on Jevils nerves but to no avail, he also gets kidnapped by Susie and manipulated into telling her his secrets.

Jevil is the Librarian in a runned down pretty much abandoned village, he is very kind and loves to help the crew, if you do things to him that would normally make someone mad, he will not get mad and instead feel disappointed in you or just straight up forgive you, only way to actually make him mad is to flirt with him or try to steal/ask the key that unlocks the jail door that Seam is in, this will result in him banning you from the library for a certain amount of time and to lose candy bowl privileges, he seems to wear reading glasses but he sometimes just wears them for the sake of wearing them, so it's unknown if he actually needs them or not.

Seam was a friend of Jevil until he went insane and started a killing rampage, this resulted in him being locked up. He is highly intelligent and good at deception, his face is permanently stained with white powder he used to put on. Using his deception skills, he manipulates the player in freeing him, then he proceeds into attempting in murdering the crew but eventually Jevil will intervene and scold the crew for stealing the key from him.

Sans: he is a military veteran who just got discharged, he is pretty much the same as he is in Fallenswap except he seems to be less depressed and he is not in a relationship with Toriel, and when she is mentioned he will say dialogue hinting he does know about his life in Fallenswap, how much he remembers and whether or not seeing Toriel triggered his memory or if he always knew is unknown (He appears in a seperate post)

Papyrus is unseen, but is exactly the same except he doesn't have the crater in his skull. He lives with Sans and he is still the cartoonist for the newspapers

Asgore is the adoptive father of Warden, Frisk and M.K, he wasn't ever in a relationship with Toriel.

Toriel is the Princess of the nation, since Jazzmine Dreammurr had no reason to abdicate, she is mentioned by Sans that he accidentally fell on top of her, and hinting that she found him familiar but unlikely she fully recalled her relationship with him in Fallenswap.

Undyne is Warden's teacher and good friend of Alphys and Nappstabot.

Alphys is a new member of the police force which Sans missed her graduation from, since he was serving in the military at the time and if mentioned he will express guilt from it.

Grandpa Semi is mentioned to be the governer but like in Fallenswap he acts like a co-monarch.

Not much is known about Frisk in this fusion a.u other than she seems to be the inspiration for the Queen of Darkness, same goes for M.K for Terison, biggest thing known is they're Warden's adoptive siblings and Sans has a presumably close relationship with them.

#deltarune a.u #undertale by toby fox #undertale #sw!fallenswap #undertale au #underswap au #fusion between 2 a.us #just a concept of an a.u #not canon

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starlightshore · 4 years

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i accidentally wrote this essay about post pacifist undertale

ok i did this and it’s incoherent. i literally keep thinking about this i can’t make sense of this please mr.fox give us the forbidden undertale lore in the comics i beg of you

anyway i’ve seen arguments for and against the idea that UT takes place 100 years after 201x. Some say its more likely to be a few years but that sounds hard to swallow, especially since it being a long time for toriel being stuck in the ruins is essential to her character. it’s asgore and toriel’s immortality and tragedy of being stuck in a perpetual state of grief and inaction that define them. to have it just be a few years, while, to us mortals that’s a long time, but it doesn't hit the same does it? also, why would gerson who was alive back in the war with knights say it’s been a long time since toriel and asgore have been together. when he’s the only one to remember the story of “fluffybuns.”

the only time we get a character (one, mind you, has a meta-sense of humor) talk about how long toriel’s been in the ruins with a real number is with sans saying a hundred years. and that gives us enough time for humans to fall into the underground but still have most monsters be born and grow up without seeing any.

and you can argue around that, and you can look at different game clues that point to the other interpretation like how chara might(?) know the snowdrake family, or how the dog couple competed against asgore and toriel. and toby is very good at story consistency and world building. it’s a strange detail that the dogs would compete with them, especially when they’re still alive. but i’d argue that they’re clearly really old now. their fur is 100% white and they can’t see. which is like, very common for old dogs. tho that doesn’t say a lot since white dogs are also a thing akdsfjasldf

and honestly idk how intentional this weird timeline thing even is! because like, at the pacifist ending it’s already established frisk is not chara and if it was the future we could at least get some hint to that? but then again if toby just dropped in a sci-fi world or post-apocalypse setting in the credits that’d be super jarring. but then again its not like! we see much??? we see a cityscape in the distance, an empty highway and a beach, all devoid of humans

like... it doesn’t disprove or prove either.

i guess and the end of the day your decision if the 100 year thing is true or not matters purely on personal preference. i find it hard to add real life politics (not as in, actual figure heads. tho that also just feels super wrong) to undertale’s universe like i don’t know the societal factors of either group. what are their populations, where are they, how much money do they have, what’s their education system and how does human society contrast that and interact with that. i hate to think of monsters coming out to our horrible, capitalistic nightmare of a world built on imperialism and a .001% hierarchy ruling class.

that said, it’s still a big factor in why chara and frisk likely chose to go to the mountain. Humanity is terrible, there’s a lot of floweys out there. that’s the whole point.

regardless though, if their world is modern or not, if it keeps the modern structure of awful systems (and frankly, with climate change this isn’t sustainable for 100 more years) its hard to imagine what UT’s surface world is like with just frisk’s fashion and a few quick glimpses. also, equally hard to think of these goofy monsters interacting with our real world in anyway.

also, as a side note, just who is the ruler post pacifist? because i see asgore is still king but he SHOULDN’T frankly, he’s not a good king as much as i love him as a character he’s not fit to rule. toriel is clearly living her dream of being a teacher but who else would rule fairly? a big part of the neutral endings being “bad” endings are that no one is fit to rule the underground.

on-top of that, how do they handle the whole “yeah our king killed 6 kids but like, ya’ll imprisoned us to die in a mountain 1000 years ago and you killed our prince x years ago so we cool? we good? yeah?”do they... not mention it? do they keep it a secret? cause then that’s conspiracy. humanity will want to know how come monsters were trapped and how they got out. they will demand answers.

this haunts me

and i get half the fun of fandom is coming up with your answers and maybe that’s why it’s left to be interpreted, or maybe it was the end of the game and there wasn’t enough room to explore all these things or there could be future material that covers it like how the first UT anniversary had that askblog set in real time 1 year later.

and at this point we could play death of the author, there is no canon answer, there is no 100% complete canon evidence-based result. none of this matters. we gotta pick and choose our own answers

#personal stuff #long post

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chemicalcindercat · 3 years

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Frisk freed the monsters from the underground, completing a true-pacifist run. She was living happily on the surface with her monster family. Everything was perfect. Until it wasn't. When Frisk gets hit by a car on her way over to Sans house, everything changes. Not only does Frisk forget herself, her friends, and all of her adventures in the Underground, but something else has changed. Frisk glitches the Multiverse.

Chapter Summary: Frisk gets to go through the awful experience of sleeping in past your alarm and rushing to get ready. What could go wrong?

Chapters (8/?): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Fandom: Undertale

Rating: T (For violence and hints of adult themes)

Relationships: Sans x Frisk, Underfell Sans x Frisk, Underswap Papyrus x Chara, Slight Underswap Sans x Frisk

Additional Tags: Amnesia, Lost memories, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, ...Have I mentioned there is Hurt/Comfort?, Hurt, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Goat Mom is best mom (Undertale), King Fluffy-Buns - Freeform, Sad Asgore (Undertale), Female Frisk (Undertale), Aged up Frisk (Undertale), Like duh she’s an adult i’m not a pedo, gross, Verbal Frisk, Frisk has a voice in her head, Sans is a depressed bean, Papyrus is so innocent, Frisk glitched the multiverse, oh whoops, spoiler alert, more tags will be added as we progress

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Frisk slowly opened her eyes to the awful beeping of her phone alarm. She just wanted five more minutes, but she knew she had to get up for the day. The newest season of Mew Mew: Kissy Cutie was airing next week, and Frisk had stayed up way too late the night before, finishing rewatching it. Slowly, Frisk reached her hand over and hit the button on her phone, turning off the alarm. I'll just sleep for five more minutes, Frisk thought. I'll have plenty of time to get ready.

Buzz.

Buzz. Buzz.

Frisk threw her pillow over her head and groaned. Who was texting her this early? And why were they being so annoying? Frisk was usually the nicest person anyone had ever met, but she was not a morning person. She needed her beauty sleep, and she just happened not to get it. Now, whoever was texting her at 7am was going to pay. She slowly reached over and picked up her phone.

Twenty new messages.

Frisk quickly put in her password, opening the messages app to see who in their right mind would text her 20 times this early.

funnybone: hey

funnybone: whats up?

funnybone: u good?

funnybone: frisk

funnybone: friiisssskkkkkkk

funnybone: answer me

funnybone: come on

funnybone: r u evn up?

funnybone: dude

funnybone: frisk

funnybone: wake up

funnybone: where r u?

funnybone: ur late

funnybone: come on

funnybone: frissskkkkkkyyyyyy

funnybone: frisk

She had to hand it to him, Sans was nothing if not persistent. Wow, she was even making puns to herself now, without him even around to hear them. Whether that was something to be proud of, or kinda terrifying, she was too tired to tell. The more important thing was why Sans was messaging her at 7am, when she wasn't even supposed to be at their house until 8:00! Frisk's heart dropped in her chest when her eyes drifted to the top left corner of her phone screen, where the time was displayed.

8:24

Oh my Dad, I'm late! She thought, using the expression she had invented when she was a little girl, and had just saved the monsters on this run. When Frisk was younger, she had reset the timelines a lot. In fact, (besides this time) the longest a true pacifist run had lasted after saving the monsters was only 3 months, before Frisk had gotten bored and restarted it all over again. This time, however, Frisk made a promise, and she wasn't going to break it. She immediately started texting Sans, explaining why she was so late.

DeterminedChild: I am so sorry guys!! I swear, I didn't forget or anything, I just slept through my alarm! I'm on my way right now.

funnybone: kk

CoolSkeleton95: DON'T WORRY, WE FORGIVE YOU

CoolSkeleton95: SANS GET UP OFF YOUR LAZY BUTT AND CLEAN WHILE WE WAIT FOR THE HUMAN TO GET HERE

funnybone: kk

Frisk laughed. Of course Papyrus would just say it in the group chat instead of only typing Sans. Frisk hurriedly got dressed, throwing on a random hoodie she had laying in her closet, jeans, and some socks. She ran down to the kitchen, taking the stairs two at a time, and almost tripped on the last step. Luckily, she was able to avoid falling on her face, but the socks caused her to slip on the hardwood, and she ran into the wall across from the stairs.

"Wow, Frisk, running a little late?"

Frisk opened her eyes and rubbed her face in pain. "Good morning, Flowey." She said, without even looking over at him. She stood up, brushed herself off, and then went into the kitchen to grab a granola bar. Toriel was sitting at the table drinking some coffee.

"Good morning, Frisk, I trust you slept well?"

She asked, offering Frisk some coffee.

"Yeah, Mom, a little too well. I slept through my alarm, and I'm late to go over to the boys' house." Frisk replied, taking the coffee. She got some creamer to put in it.

"Oh, well, knowing them, it won't be that big of a problem." Toriel said.

"Yeah, that's true, but I still feel bad." Said Frisk, as she grabbed a granola bar from a cabinet. "Well, I gotta go. I'll see you later, Mom."

"Have fun, Frisk." Toriel said, as Frisk kissed her forehead. "Don't stay out too late, though, I'm making meatloaf for dinner tonight."

"Okay, Mom. Bye, Flowey!" Frisk waved to the flower, who in turn waved a leaf back as she closed the door carefully, avoiding spilling coffee on herself. Then, she started down the street. The skelebros didn't live too far away, so Frisk usually just walked over. It was only a 10 minute walk, and by speed walking she could make it in 5. She quickly ate her granola bar while she walked. It was the peanut butter kind, her favorite. Then, she chugged the coffee.

Finally, Frisk could see their house. She just needed to cross the street and she would be there. Forgetting to look both ways, Frisk started to cross the street while quickly finishing off her coffee.

Suddenly, something slammed into Frisk, and then she was flying. Or at least, it felt like it. She hit the ground with a painful hit to the head. Her vision went blurry, and the last thing she saw was Sans running over to her.

'That's weird, he never runs...' She thought, before everything went black.

~~~

The girl struggled to open her eyes through the pain, greeted by dimmed lights and plain white walls. The desk beside her had a golden flower in a pot, and a TV was mounted on the wall in front of her. This room felt familiar, she knew what it was, but she couldn't remember the name of it. 'What's it called again?' She thought. "Oh, right, a hospital room. I'm in a hospital room. Wait... why am I in a hospital room? What happened to me?' The girl clenched her forehead, trying to fight off the headache, and more importantly, trying to remember who she was.

On the desk beside her, the golden flower in the pot turned around to face her, revealing a face. It's eyes were wide with exasperation. "Oh good, Frisk, you finally woke up. Well, it took you long enough!" It said in a strange voice.

Frisk screamed.

#Amnesia #frisk #Undertale #undertale frisk #sans #sans is a text dork #but we all already knew that hahaha #frans #possible trigger warning- car accident #i guess #probably not though #i’m not THAT good at writing #let the games begin #this is gonna be a pretty wild ride

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