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Undertale Theory; hold your rocks and tomatoes.

Frisk IS Chara. Or, at least, Frisk is Chara's body, reformated into a vessel for The Soul. Perhaps that's why Chara can make contact with Frisk, which apparently not even Asriel can do despite merging with their soul, and mistakes Frisk for Chara so easily and without doubt. Puts the "partner" term in a new light.

Then again, Frisk seems to have a personality outside of The Soul, but it could simply be The Soul projecting itself onto it's vessel, as, unlike Kris, Chara is not in the vessel to hinder it.

But, if they are their own person, why don't they fight against The Soul's control? Are they too weak? Unwilling to do so? Perhaps even a willing vessel? Or it doesn't work at all like Deltarune and I'm just pulling all of this outta my arse.

Anyways, you can start throwing the rocks and tomatoes now.

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Mannequin Player OC Redesign bby!!1

Decided the og design looked like hot garbage and tried again. Inspired by a comment made by @cupophrogs I tried to make her more insect-like. I'm going for kinda gangly and uncanny; like besides keeping a mostly human shape, Play Co. did the bare minimum when designing her, if they even did.

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Guuuh. . .

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Yeah, I've nothing to say for this. Enjoy.

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Drew the big man himself, CaseOh. Colored it and everything. What we thinkin', chat?

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What if they actually kept Doey in a comically large Doey Dough canister? I mean, I wouldn't put it past them-

That would be hilarious tucked into the emotional moment Doey has to face his cell again in Chapter 12, It's like when you can pick wacky outfits and your characters still wearing them in the cutscene XD like just imagine:

When she turned Doey had moved to a particular one at the end of the hall and starred into it dolefully.

The glass had been burst outward. A huge blue, curved lid that stood taller than her son had come to a stop resting angled against the edge as if it had been used to do the dead. There were smears and splatters of blood in every direction leading out from it, and inside was a massive structure, the nearly terracotta red jar lay on it’s side covered in dulled and dried multicolored dough that spilled out along the trail of destruction.

A white and yellow label emblazoned with ‘DOEY DOUGH!’ In cheery bubbly cartoon letters was just barely visible on the side, the cheery caricature of him hidden against the floor from where it had rolled.

She gave him a moment, waiting in case he wanted to talk. She’d really thought he was fucking with her but there it was. And she hadn’t missed the giant clearance sticker barely peeking out of the rubble.

Why was Playtime so freakin weird….

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The entirety of 'The Demon You Wanted' by @thevampireinsideme who's account is now deactivated.

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This is @gothic-mothic-topic's fault, and @wingedsublimeland too.

I think my Right Here Au is getting a retcon cause winged sent an ask about an even better variation where just Susan falls alone instead of Jack which kept Jack ending up an 'orphan' in playcare again but only after they turn George into a Bunzo to keep Susan!Doey in line.

THEN Gothic sent me this meme and it was too perfect so I spent this morning drawing the first thing I've drawn freehand (versus tracing like my Susan Ayers reference) and now I share the results with you.

So here's Bunzo!George having a relaxing cuddle with his beloved wife Doey!Susan (who's loafed herslf as tiny as much as she can to be closer to him) in Safe Haven. The red on his paws is a permanent blood stain from when they removed the cymbals.

the original meme if you dont want to follow the link

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YEEEAAAH, BABEEE! That's what I've been waiting for, that's what it's all about! WHOO-

Susan w Doey/Separated Jack:

Susan: My BBBOOOooooyyyyyy!!

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💥Mini-comic W.I.P. jumpscare💥

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[Color Version Baybeeeeeeeeee-]

Quick April 1 doodle while I was bored. Might post color vers l8r

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Quick April 1 doodle while I was bored. Might post color vers l8r

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I know I said I was gonna try moving to traditional art for a while, but HOLY SHIT I LEARNED HOW TO ART ON IBIS PAINT-

[Bonus Half-Finished OC Stuff☆]

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Doey wasn't sure what to make of the "employee" Poppy brought to Safe Haven. Hell, he wasn't sure what to make of Poppy. Especially not with how she abandoned them- No. No time for that. Not in front of the minis, at least.

And especially not in front of the employee.

Right, the employee.

Giving his head a good shake, Doey quickly turned his attention to the woman standing before him.

Tall - for a human he supposed - with a large build and round features, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail with blue eyes that sent an uncomfortable shiver down his non-existent spine.

She couldn't be any older than Kevin would be, if they even aged in this body. Surely too young to have worked at the factory. Why is she here? Family, friends? Could've been an orphan who actually got adopted, but why would any of them return, if any actually existed? Asking never hurt-

"Poppy said I should speak to you."

Doey managed to suppress the jump, but not the faint ripples it sent through him. That's the first thing the employee has ever said to him, having said not a word the entire journey to Safe Haven with him, despite his multiple attempts at conversation, with not even a squeal when Yarnaby was nipping at her heels.

Failing to hide his surprised look, Doey took in the employee - he'd just realized he was never told nor asked her name, if Poppy even knew herself - before him.

"O-oh, heya Pal! I- Uh- have something I wanna talk to you about." Awkwardly fidgeting in place before gesturing to the auxiliary power room, it felt as if the employee's gaze bore right through him and the wall behind; probably just embarrassment or something. Anxiety. Paranoia?

The employee wordlessly followed Doey. Embarrassingly enough, he found himself considering keeping the door open, just in case, but he isn't some scaredy cat, the employee wouldn't hurt an ally. Not when they're so few.

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The entire conversation, if you could call it that, was like needles prickling all over his mass, being back under that horrible florescent light with the scientists who hurt, sitting at that table answering questions with all the wrong answers. Oddly tense, yet unnervingly calm all at once.

He wanted out of that room as fast as possible, or have the employee leave to go work their toy slaying magic; whichever came first.

Much to his relief, it ended with the latter; albeit after a few seconds of the employee's prolonged staring. And smiling. Smiling.

Smiling like she wasn't in hell. Smiling like she didn't have to crawl over the bodies of her own kind to be here. Smiling like she hasn't been hunted down like a dog by living toys since she stepped foot into the factory. Smiling like she knew something.

It was just a smile. He's one of the few friendly faces she's come across since she got here, of course she'd be smiling. She's probably just a bit worse for wear right now. Hopefully she'll accept his offer and rest before going back out.

But he's not quite sure he wants the employee to accept. Shamed as he is to admit it.

The sooner she left, the better.

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Doey weighs 900 lbs. That is in the weight range of a female bison. It is also in the weight range of your mom

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Dumb shit I made in Feb and never bothered to post. Enjoy. *Tosses it out like I'm throwing breadcrumbs to pigeons*