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"PLEASE PRETTY BABY" Animation Meme - Yandere DCA (FNAF Security Breach AU)

I uhhh I tried using Alight Motion,,, I also thought the song would fit YanDCA but in a funny haha way lololol

YT Version || Ko-fi Membership

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General Character Lore Part 5:

Sans

Taking care of an actual baby bones is hard enough as it is, but with Wings acting like one as well things are getting out of hand quickly. Before this Wings was a stickler for his schedules - he always came home for dinner and they always ate together at 6 pm sharp. Once he started, whatever this mysterious and grand new fucking project was things started slipping. First he was occasionally late, not a big problem, then he started missing meals altogether, now its been four whole weeks since Wings dragged his sorry coccyx out of the lab.

Sans could be patient - he gets it, this is what pays the bills and keeps them safe from the chaos out there. Once Paps started noticing Wing's absence it became harder to ignore.... When Paps interrupted his bedtime story to ask if Wings was dust or had left them forever even Sans couldn't ignore the asshole anymore.

Walking around the lab, everything seemed...quiet. Even at 2 am, Wings normally has ~something~ going on; it's like the lab itself is sleeping away. There's no sign that anyone, even the cleaners, had been let in and a thin layer of dust perfectly normal dust don't freak out you're not a baby bones covers most of the surfaces. Wings wouldn't like that when he notices it, he hates grime in his work area.

Making his way farther down the hall, towards his brother's "office", there is still no sign anyone has been on this floor in far too long. Wing's doesn't like visitors, but usually at least Alphys is allowed to enter and exchange tools or ideas every once in a while. It's like he hasn't unlocked the elevator this whole time, shutting the rest of the world out while he drowns in his work. Unlikely as it was that Wing's would be there, Sans still popped his head into the side storage room -

wait.

The room looked like someone had dragged the old filing cabinets out, which explains why there were cabinets in the hall at all, but that's not what sent shivers down his spine. No, no, that level of eccentricity can be expected with Wings, knowing him he decided he wanted to test some type of bomb or crazy contraption in the side office and cleared it out for the test. What caught his eye was the neat little shimmering pile of dust, backed all the way to the far wall of the room - little bits of dust clung to the wall still, giving the impression that whoever it was had been pressed to it when they...

And with that, all the little discrepancies could no longer be ignored - it'd been too long since Wings came home, the place is a mess, no one has been let in in weeks, someone's been dusted. All pretense of a lazy walk was ripped aside as Sans began a combination of running and porting through the lab, looking for any sign of his brother at all. That dust pile wasn't big enough to have been him, and he would have put up a serious fight, but that doesn't mean Wings was safe.

Throwing every door open, tearing through every test room and lab, not a single section was overlooked even in his panic, but once he found the office empty he didn't waste a second tearing into the "secret lab", completely forgetting the code altogether.

It's like Wings just fell asleep on the table. No dust, no sign of a struggle, no signs of distress on his face - just a peaceful sleep. Sans knew better than to wake his brother, one of the few actual rules he'd ever been given, but he also knew the sound of him ripping the hidden bookcase door in half would have woken him no matter what. He tensed for a moment - then another - as he waited for Wings to shoot up, waited to be yelled at, waited to be told off for barging into the lab, wait for... anything at all.

But nothing happened.

Wings didn't stir, didn't twitch, as he continued his slumber on the metal table in the back center of the lab. With that realization, Sans finally took a step back and took in the rest of the room, now filled to the door with monitors and equipment. Checking the scans, reading Wing's notes, he started to piece together what had happened - a quick check confirmed his fears. Wingding's body was here, alive and healthy, sustained indefinitely by the magic processed by the equipment in the room, but his mind and soul were trapped in the simulation - trapped, folded neatly into a tiny piece of reality, on the chip plugged into the main monitor. Carefully, oh so carefully, Sans removed the chip from the computer and began the tedious process of bringing Wings and the processing equipment to the house lab - there's no way in hell Wings could stay here... especially after he had ripped the hidden door to shreds in his panic.

No, he had too many enemies - they had too many enemies, for Sans to take that risk.

Shoving his own projects to the side to make space, Sans set the last of the equipment in his workshop lab. Staying with Wings, triple checking the monitors and ensuring Wing's was stable, Sans finally had a moment to think and figure out what the hell they were going to do.

The plan was simple - he'd tell the guard Wing's had dusted on the job - there was that pile in the lab to point to after all. Collect the check for that "work related" death, use the cash to cover expenses for a few months until he could find a paying job. While he works to keep Paps fed, he'd study Wing's code and see what the hell he had done this time, and find a way to fix it. It would be hard, but he knew they could do it. They would be okay.

5 YEARS PASSED.

No changes. Sans thought he'd have to work hard to get a paying job, but the king had another idea in mind. Evidently, part of the conditions of Wing's employment was that Sans, with his low HP, would not have to uphold the family mantle of JUDGE but with Wing's gone that was off the table. With ever LV gained, time became more scarce. He couldn't be there for Paps like he was before, but this was the only way he could guarantee his safety. Working for the king was the only way to ensure yours stayed safe after all. He'd worked with the RSC many times, but never received a formal education and subsequently couldn't join. Asgore said it himself - this is all he was good for, and Sans knew he was right.

25 YEARS PASSED.

Monsterkind had 2 more human souls now, and not a day went by that Sans couldn't feel his sins crawling on his back.

50 YEARS PASSED.

There had to be a human settlement nearby, that's the only explanation. In 1,500 years only the royal family's late adopted human and one other had fallen into the underground. 1,500 years and only one soul to show for it.

Sans had met and killed 4 humans, leaving monsterkind with 5 souls. It seemed more than a little ironic that Sans alone had killed more humans than had ever set foot in the underground in the ONE THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED YEARS prior.

Only 2 more to break the barrier, 2 more and Paps could see the stars. Was this his punishment for failing his brothers?

150 YEARS PASSED.

Another century, another human soul taken, another... well he didn't know how many monsters he'd judged at this point. The humans were always memorable, always unique, but the monsters he was sent for always seemed so small and so scared.

Just 1 more soul and they can be free.

200 YEARS PASSED.

Well would you look at that, the final human they're just a child. Maybe he'll let Paps have this one for some puzzles, having a go at a human should make him happy...

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General Character Lore Part 4:

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If you asked the average monster what the biggest technical advancement monsterkind made while still underground was, most would tell you it was the core. A massive feat of engineering prowess, the core loomed over Hotlands and provided energy to all areas of the underground. There was not a single life it didn't touch, combining ambient magic and geo-thermal energy in a massive collider and energy storage device. If the core went down today, it would still contain enough energy to keep the lights on for everyone for 90 days - or nearly a year straight with clever rolling blackouts and other energy reduction techniques.

Even so, Wingding could not take all the credit for it. It took Sans' theory, and years of tinkering on smaller scale models with Alphys for the final design to be born - he was just the unlucky bastard forced to attend interviews and ceremonies for it. Alphys begged him for a pass and Sans.... well Sans was Sans - try to drag him somewhere he doesn't feel like being and the asshole just *poofs* away.

While the most well known project of his career, the most funded and the best received, the core was not his favorite project. He would smile for the reporters and tell them what an honor it was to work with the Royal Science Commission - how proud he was to be on the esteemed team - all day if he had to. No one really needed to know about his favorite, nor did anyone really care too much about it anyways.

From concept to the first launch, Wingding Gaster had spent the majority of his life working on the old UnderNet. No, not the glorified message board - the original UnderNet framework, including the servers that host the damn thing. if only he had been more assertive about making them pick a different name It served as a framework for all of his future projects: performing calculations for his work, running models of his projects, simulating outcomes of his experiments, and storing the massive amounts of data his work created. His being the operative word in the description above. WD Gaster has never been one to share his work, especially not a piece that was so important. Even so, there are things he is willing to trade for, and Alphys' specialties are one of them.

And so the deal was struck, he provided his theories and designs for a device that could fold material and magic, store the target in a sub pocket in the electro-magic field generated by the core, then allow it to be retrieved with the push of a button. In exchange, Alphys would have a dedicated server for number crunching and whatever else she wanted to run on his framework, along with credit for the release. even now, his pride insists that was his first mistake

That was not too special - yes it is convenient and yes when Alphys released it the device was wildly popular but that was a mere shadow of his real goal.

Everything made of magic has an expiration date. Unless more is added at regular intervals, any construct made of magic will disappear eventually as the magic loses stability and returns to a resting state with the ambient magic around it. Scans of the barrier indicated that no human mage had ever returned to add magic - content as they were to lock monsterkind underground and throw away the key. Even with the power derived from their seven souls it was clear the barrier would fall on its own eventually.

Yes, all calculations showed it was due to fall in approx. 99999 years.

Monsterkind had been trapped roughly 1,500 years ago, so it would only be another 98499 years until they would be free! Long lived as monsters are, longer lived as boss monster are, it was becoming clearer by the day that they would be extinct by the time the barrier fell.

Since the day the prince fell down, the day Asgore declared humanity to be their enemy, the day things became kill or be killed, monsterkind has done worse than stagnate. Content as they were to sublime themselves anyone with eyes could tell this could not continue.

Even so, he and his brothers would see the sun. They would not be turned to meaningless dust by this place, they would not disappear into nothing, they would not WOULD NOT fall here. He had promised it foolishly but he meant it - WD Gaster would find a way for them to make it. Not just until after the barrier fell either, no they would do better than survive to see the surface.

The king's plan of going to war with humanity didn't work for his parents and with the way things were going it was clear it wouldn't work the second time either. Sure they could probably get 6 more souls in less than 98499 years, they already had one, but with the way things were looking by the time the seventh soul was collected monsterkind would be a shell of the proud people they once were. Even if they lived that long, Asgore's philosophy would get the rest killed within weeks.

But what if they didn't have to follow the king's lead? What if they weren't relying on collecting human souls to break the barrier? What if there was a way for them, not the future generations of monsterkind but this generation to wait it out? If only there was a way to press pause on the underground until it was time for the barrier to fall...

Like most of his brilliant ideas, it began simply.

Make a simulacrum that could comfortably contain the minds and souls of every monster in the underground. It must contain the minds and souls, but because of the core's limitations their physical bodies need to be separated and sustained or the loss would kill any monster who tried to leave. He would control the parameters of the simulation, offering lots of variability in things to do and places to see to prevent... well insanity. He would also establish the rules to ensure no one would harm each other - not that it would do much good to try once he turns off pain reception and chemically inhibits their anger.

Yes, this idea was becoming very, very interesting.

It took years of work, years of lying to the king for funding for "a better way to keep human souls in stasis", years of lying to Sans on what the project was and what he needed to have built, years of... not going home as often as he promised BUT it would all be worth it. He'd do whatever his brothers asked of him, once he fixed things, once they were safe, once it was under his control.

The theory was proven with the storage of inanimate objects - he'd done all manner of tests; they went in and returned as if no time had passed at all for them. The simulation was built, the device for uploading souls and consciousness alike was functioning as expected (unfortunately, the Aaron who graciously volunteered could not be released back to the underground - his sacrifice in the name of science would be remembered), and the stage was set.

All that was left was to try it for himself, then he could solve everything for everyone - he is the royal scientist after all, what is his purpose, if not to find solutions?

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General Character Lore Part 3:

Frisk leaned against the railing of the balcony, looking over the cityscape of the New Ebott uppers. A labyrinth of whites, greys, and assorted neons, filled with glittering billboard and advertisements for anything you could dream of. Above, transits drift peacefully through the air, and from here you almost couldn't see the twisting alleys of the lowers at all.

The sun had set hours ago, but the hum of the city never fades. Their gaze was distant, lost to the sights and sounds of the clean and clear city below. Though they had lived as part of the Dreemur family for decades, their appearance would not have betrayed how much time had passed. While Asriel had time spent as a flower to thank for hitting the pause button on aging at first, Frisk's was a more interesting case.

Monster's don't age until after they bond, unless they otherwise decide to. That is not a luxury afforded to humans, but how often did Frisk go about things to "normal human" way? Breaking the barrier required an absurd amount of magic, from both human and monster souls, and evidently some of it was sticky. Sticky enough that in the decades that passed they aged the same as the monster prince, hardly a day passed 25, even as the world around them changed dramatically.

Things had started out well enough, as they so often do. The monsters had welcomed Frisk with open arms, and together they had succeed in forging a new age of peace between humans and monsters. It wasn't kill or be killed anymore, and it never would be again if they could help it. Even so, as time continued to roll by, rumors began to spread about the technology so freely shared to benefit all. Indeed, the same technology Frisk had urged the Royal Science Commission to share had been twisted and misused in nearly every way possible. The peace they had fought so hard for slipped through their fingers like grains of sand, falling to the greed and corruption seeping from every crevice of humanity.

Despite it all, Frisk found comfort in the resilience of monsterkind and the enduring optimism of the Dreemur family.

Stepping back inside, the living room of the esteemed Dreemur household a surprising oasis away from neon tech. Instead it was filled with the warmth of a real fireplace, maybe one of the only one's in New Ebott, a comfortable tan couch covered in thick quilts. A rocking chair, occupied by Toriel, sat off to the corner, next to a small nook of craft supplies, while Asriel, upside down, hung off of the love seat to the left.

"Finished counting transports?" Asriel's voice called out lazily, not moving from his perch.

"Don't tell me you were waiting on me." Frisk replied, their voice carrying just a hint of sarcasm. Sighing, Frisk continued "Sometimes it just feels like the world has moved on, and we're just standing still watching it go by."

That seemed to get Toriel's attention, as she turned to set her project on the side table. "While it is natural to feel that way, dear, remember that change is not always a negative force. Though ambition often clouds the heart, there remains a flicker of hope.”

Frisk and Asriel both nodded, taking in the comfort in Toriel’s words. Though time had tempered their idealism with a hint of realism, but they had never lost their belief that a better future was possible. That monsters deserved better. That humans deserved better. Though both species had a bad run recently, they saw the potential for redemption.

“I just wish we could do more, the whole world feels out of reach sometimes, like not matter what we do we’re only making a tiny dent in a much larger machine.”

Asriel’s sat up a little from where he hung, trying to look as serious as one can while dangling from a couch. “We’ve just been observers. Our actions, our choices, even the little ones—they ripple through time, though we cannot always see the end result.”

Toriel smiled, her eyes holding pride and love for her children. “Exactly. And as long as we hold onto that belief, there is always hope for a brighter future.”

As she spoke, Frisk joined them, taking a seat beside Asriel and narrowly resisting the urge to push him back over the edge of the chair. Outside, the city continued its relentless hum, but within the Dreemur household, at least for today, there was warmth and love.

Despite everything, they were not relics of the past but active participants in shaping a more compassionate tomorrow, one small act at a time.

Frisk Dreemur

On the record, Frisk continues to hold their position as human ambassador for monsterkind. Off the record, and away from prying eyes, Frisk works with the monsters at NeuroSynth Innovators trying to find ways to undo what humanity did with the technology they advocated for sharing.

This has several meanings, but the most interesting, and least legal, of these involves a heavy measure of corporate espionage and using their access to dig up dirt on New Ebott's major players.

To do so, they have a handful of cybernetic tools at their disposal - the most recent addition a set of eye implants that help them record the world around them in normal vision, UV, thermal, and allows them to see the flow of ambient magic.

With cutting edge gadgets and a penchant for getting into and out of trouble, Frisk has been the number one player in gathering intel on the next tech that needs dismantling. Even so, you can win the battle and lose the war; that is especially true in wars of attrition such as this.

Knowing this, they are always on the lookout for ways to patch the divide between human and monster. Bridging that gap is the first step to ending the chokehold these corps have on the world at large. Determined as Frisk is to make this right, the question that remains is how.

Asriel Dreemur

Often found in the same boat as Frisk, Asriel, as heir to the royal family, plays his role as a socialite to a T. Often found lounging with the best of them, Asriel is known for a gentle disposition that you don't want to break.

While he does try to help with Alphys' plans when asked, they do still avoid each other when they can. He's not mad at her for what happened, he's come to terms with it and if she hadn't have done what she did he wouldn't be alive after all. Even so, things are awkward; how do you make small talk with the chick who recreated your soul? What do you even say at that point?

Her reclusiveness doesn't help with rebuilding that relationship, but they remain amicable. The same is true for most other monsters but they are not aware of their past... relationships. He knows its wrong, and he should be trying to make friends, but what do you say to the monsters who killed you over, and over, and over, and over, more timelines than even he can count? That's the other reason he hangs around human lounges, at least there's no history there he has to pretend to not remember.

While Frisk has remained as much of a pacifist as one can be in times like these, Asriel has been forced into situations where mercy is no longer an option. Frisk's position makes them nearly invisible to most of the corrupt groups in New Ebott, Asriel's status has done the opposite. No one really believes that Frisk has leverage over monsterkind (an incorrect assumption but no one would admit that) but everyone knows the monsters love their heir fiercely.

Really though, this works well enough for Asriel. It gives him the freedom to do what he wants, while allowing him to continue to protect his family the best he can.

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General Character Lore Part 2:

Grillby

Just because something comes to you naturally, doesn't mean it'll come easy.

Owning and running establishments where monsters can grab a drink and relax has always come easily to Grillby, but it damn well has not come easily. At least underground he'd been able to garner enough respect from his fellow monsters that he knew his rules would be followed - hardly anyone has shown him an ounce of respect since he tried to reopen on the surface.

In spite of everything, he's done his best to play nice. He's tried to follow the rules, ask people to leave instead of dragging them out, calling the police instead of getting into the fray himself, causing minor injuries in self defense instead of charring his would be attackers. He'd tried and tried and tried, so when it all came down he wasn't too shocked.

Stars know these people just cannot leave each other alone, and the rule of law only goes so far when everyone knows the cops won't show up for monsters anymore. When they stopped showing up for humans too though, that's when things got interesting.

Yes, it felt eerily familiar watching the world go up in flames again. He'd been there when the king's son died the first time, he knew how this song and dance went. First tension, then instability, and once that thin string stopping anarchy from overflowing snaps, things go back to how they were how they always would be.

Callous as that sounds, Grillby's never been a fan of the kill or be killed attitude so many monsters foster - he just wants to do business in peace. The more people can safely enter his establishment, the more money flows into his pockets.

Reopening hadn't been easy, and getting everyone on the same page about the rules took more... explaining than he would have guessed, but all in all, things are on the rise for Grillby's.

Undyne had been a surprising hire, stars knows those two have more than enough to bankroll their positions well into the next century, but when Dogamy called in a favor he was inclined to say yes. Who could possibly be more qualified than the captain of the royal guard herself? No one, monster or human, was going to break the rules now. Even better, he wouldn't have to worry about getting rid of the smell of burning flesh anymore. As such, the reinstatement of the his old rules came naturally:

Rule 1: Absolutely no fighting inside of the establishment.

Rule 2: Pay your damn tab.

Rule 3: Don't fuck with the employees, don't fuck with the other patrons, don't fuck with the bartender.

Mettaton

Despite the permanent, lingering smog and the general grime of New Ebott's streets it would be hard for any denizen, monster or human to picture a New Ebott without their host. Oh, yes. The spectacle no one can stop talking about, love him or hate him, you cannot step outside without seeing a billboard of Mettaton.

"Good evening, my miserable masses!", his voice booms across the city, echoing in dark alleyways and bringing life to long, packed elevators. His image, vibrant neon pink complimented finely with gold and red accents, seems to hover in the air, as of his image is so far above the muck of the world below. A sleek silhouette complimented with sharp edges, an icon of sophistication and a known menace.

Even as New Ebott's own leading anchor, the irony of the position was not lost on him. All it took for him to take the human airwaves by storm was to be the last one standing. Man or monster, he's always been the ultimate showman, and with his improved bulletproof body and uncrackable monster tech upgrades provided by Dr. Alphys herself there is no one left to challenge that spot.

And so, with grim delight and a hint of sarcasm, Mettaton once again reports on the state of the city's decay.

"Today's Top Story: Blood and Dust on the Streets - Who's Who in Today's Killings?" Mettaton announces with a tone so cheerful no one in their right mind would buy it. "Oh yes, you heard that right! The numbers are even higher than last year's so far, and it's only June! If you're alive to hear that you're doing better than most, but who's doing the killing this time around? Stay tuned to find out!"

In the background, a nauseating collection of bombed buildings, street fights, and a zoomed in shot from an illegal aug den full of virus fried humans and piles of dust. Mettaton remained unfazed standing in front of it, a stark, shinning contrast to the desperation.

“It seems our ‘esteemed’ citizens are embracing the high-risk lifestyle,” Mettaton continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“It’s almost as if they’ve taken a page from our very own guidebook: ‘MTT Presents: How to Turn Your Short Life into a Grim Spectacle!’ Their dedication to self-destruction is both impressive and... well, a tad foolish, but who can blame them?”

He flashed a blindingly bright smile, one that seemed to mock both the victims and his audience. “Remember, my dear viewers, if you’re planning to join the rising death toll, at least make it memorable. A bit of flair never hurt anyone... maybe you'll even be featured on tomorrow's episode!”

The billboard flickered and dimmed, the elevator feeds transitioned to the next ad, and the city continued to smolder in it's normal gloom. While the sardonic broadcast came to an end, the twisted spectacle of the streets would do no such thing.

It is a shame everything had to crumble for him to get here, but now that he's at the top of the heap Mettaton will do whatever it takes to stay here.

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General Character Lore Part 1:

Alphys

A former member of the now disbanded Royal Science Commission, currently acting as the head of NeuroSynth Innovators.

When the barrier first fell, Alphys was one of the monsters most eager to share monster tech with mankind. Working hard to correct her past mistakes with the Amalgamates, Alphys saw sharing her work as the first step in righting her wrongs and making the world a better place... Humanity had other plans for her work on souls.

Seeing everything spiral out of control yet again, Alphys was one of the monsters that almost fell down following the first corporate war.

What kept her going? With the fallen human and Undyne at her side it would be easy to say it was hope and love, but she knows the truth. She's here to spite the ones who've exploited her work and covered it in dust and blood yet again. If she fell down now, they would win.

Instead, Alphys leads others, humans and monsters alike, in sharing their innovative work with all people as a form of rebellion. While they cannot undo the corporations that exploit and abuse her earlier work, that bell cannot be un-rung, they can make open access tech to counteract it at every opportunity.

Even so, a number of members of the Royal Science Commission did fall down; regardless of what anyone says she feels that dust is on her hands. Another portion of the Royal Science Commission went into hiding in the underbelly of New Ebott - unwilling to rejoin the arms race and trying to start their lives over.

The offer still stands for them to join the only corporation sanctioned by the Royal Family, but if there's one thing she understands it's the desire the hide from their past mistakes and disappear from it all.

Undyne

Once the proud captain of the Royal Guard, Undyne has been in a bit of a spiral this century.

She tried, stars know she's tried, to make things right but it feels like nothing ever sticks. Undyne always imagined that once the barrier fell things would be easy - mind you, she thought it would be easy because they'd destroy the humans but she still didn't think it would be this bad.

Despite the monsters following the kid's doctrine, that it didn't have to be kill or be killed anymore, it seems like humanity did not get the memo. At first they managed along pretty well, convinced the humans they weren't out to enslave them and the works, and once they saw monster tech it seemed like things would work out after all.

Even she didn't guess just how out of hand things would get, much less how fast it would happen. There was no encounter, no chance for anyone to fight back, no honor. No no, when the humans decided they were going to fight each other there was no buildup. One second the world was tense but fine, the next entire cities were gone; souls ripped to shreds by familiar tech.

Fortunately, they didn't have good data on monster souls, and fortunately most corps valued monsters alive even if they they were viewed as inferior. They were content to rip each other to shred and so that's what they did, leaving monsterkind as horrified but unharmed witnesses.

It might seem selfish, but she didn't really care that badly about what they did to each other - the kid was safe and no monsters had been or could be targeted. What she cared about was just how deeply the betrayal cut all of monsterkind. They tried so hard, for so long, to do things the right way, the kind way, the merciful way, and what did they have to show for it but a knife in the back?

With a number of her wife's friends and colleagues falling down or falling off the map, Alphys' herself in a spiral of her own, and the world tearing at the seems, Undyne, captain of the royal guard, found herself a bit lost. Focusing on keeping those she cared about most safe, Undyne fell into a reclusive phase herself.

When she came out of it, the world felt like a different place altogether. Unsure where to start, the Snowdin Canine Unit threw her a bone - Grillby was looking to reopen and security was desperately needed.

And so Undyne, captain of the Royal Guard, found herself working as a bouncer at one of the only surviving monster establishments.

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~ Welcome to Grillby's Bar and Grill ~ The Hot Spot Where Even Rivals Chill

In the lowers where the people of New Ebott are cold to each other, there's one last place when the heat is always on - Grillby's.

Grillby, neon pink blaze of the bar, is the legendary owner and namesake of the place. A joint known for cheap drinks and unparalleled hospitality, Grillby runs a tight ship that keeps the drinks cold and the tensions nice and low.

What We Offer:

Cheap Drinks: Get a signature Mojito, featuring Royal Fur White Rum, or a classic pre-fall style margarita made with top-shelf Tem's Tincture. Drink away knowing we’ve got the best prices in town, guaranteed to not burn a hole in your pocket.

Neutral Ground: Constant wars and gang scuffles getting you down? Not here. Grillby’s is a sanctuary for both monsters and humans where disputes are settled outside. Everyone, from street-side samurais to corpo couriers, can enjoy a drink in peace here.

Remember: unruly behavior is not just frowned upon—it will be extinguished by our security team swiftly and severely.

Location: 42nd Street, Lower New Ebott; right across from the 7th line's last stop.

Dress Code: Come as you are, but remember— no troublemakers.

Hours: Open 24/7, Bar service Tuesday - Sunday 5pm to 1am.

Grillby says: “Keep it hot, but keep it cool.”

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Amidst the decaying glow of New Ebott, NeuroSynth Innovators stands as a symbol of hope despite the growing shadows of corporate greed.

The building itself is a large tower surrounded by a blindingly white plasticine walls infused with the strongest barrier magic that can be made. Though a marvel of modern architecture, it's appearance is not what makes it so remarkable.

Founded by the disbanded members of the Royal Science Commission, the very monsters rumored to have created the core, NeuroSynth Innovators was born from witnessing the terrible misuse of their inventions by humans and misguided monsters alike. Though monsterkind once shared their inventions freely with humanity, believing it would strengthen interspecies relations after the barrier fell, they have spent the last century watching their inventions be twisted into tools for surveillance and destruction.

Disheartened to the verge of falling down, many, though not all, members of the commission decided to start over with a new goal.

Dr. Alphys, a pioneer of cybernetics known for both her brilliance and reclusiveness, is accredited with founding NeuroSynth Innovators. The mission was simple: develop technology that would uplift humans and monsters alike, ensuring the betterment of all not just the elite few. Moreover, by beating other corporations in the tech arms race and getting their inventions patented first, they could fight against the seemingly endless monopoly corps held on lifesaving technology. With broad research fields represented, from their flagship neural chips, to cybernetic augmentations that connect to the soul for human and monster use, to cutting edge healthcare innovations NeuroSynth Innovators rose to the top of the heap faster than anyone could have hoped.

While some belittled their mission, the time and care they took to work with the highest ethical standards and the extra costs incurred by that care, it was well worth it to the rest of the world. This was designed to be technology for all, and their passion was dyed into every detail.

Although founded by monsters in response to human greed, NeuroSynth Innovators has always welcomed like-minded humans into their ranks. Indeed, the different perspectives and unique areas of expertise has been vital to their ability to make tech that works for more than just monsters. How they ensure these humans truly believe in the mission is unclear, the entrance exam is benign and simple, but not one attempted saboteur has made it past the lobby in the last 20 years.

With their quick rise to success and bleeding heart mission, this screening has been one of the most critical elements to their success. While not all monsters believe in the mission, indeed many monsters have turned to all manner of crime in the last century, humans have always been the best liars with the most to gain from their failure.

While bridging cultural divides has always been a priority to NeuroSynth Innovators, this has drawn the attention, and subsequent hatred, of those who saw their technology and beliefs as a threat to their own power...

[cyberfell-redux]

Welcome to the page for the AU idea that has been eating me alive! I've never written a fic before, and I've never written interactive fiction before but I am taking a swing at both with this.

While I work on the fic, I intend to use this page to write my general lore ideas and plot bunnies. Please feel free to ask away, I may or may not answer in a timely manner but I do intent to answer!

The general premise is straightforward (probably?).

Monsters were freed in 20XX by the fallen human. As a show of goodwill, monsters freely shared all of their technological advancements - including the core and their studies on souls - with humanity.

Their technology jumpstarted a technical revolution, laying the foundation for both physical and soul based cybernetic modifications far beyond what humanity could have achieved on their own.

What monsters provided freely, humanity took in excess. While the original intent of the monsters was for both species to work together for a better future, human officials and corporations had other ideas.

And so, when the first corporate war broke out it became very apparent where the tech had gone and just how far it fell from its creators intent...