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Multiversal girls talking about their dark world adventures

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I was looking for deltafell susie fanart for a thing im working on

and like, i was so surprised to see

that she was evil in all the fanart

like, there's this whole thing people made up for the fell AUs where a character thats normal becomes fucked et evil and a character who's a dick in undertale is a precious saint and the only beacon of hope in that entire place (flowey)

So like, there was this whole concept of switching the binary. not-evil becomes evil, evil becomes not-evil

so, with a game that starts with a character being rude and mean and generally obnoxious (unrelated to the fact she's funny as hell), then slowly opening up to allow herself to others, letting her guard down and allowing herself to be a little kinder

you could easily interpret it as "evil turning into non-evil"

so, given the perfect chance to do what the fell AU is best known: create a very edgy thing, the fell fandom was given the ability to make the opposite

whatever the hell happens in chapter 1 turns out to make a good person into one as hateful as the rest, as spiteful as the others, as

It was the perfect opportunity, ye nerds! Run with it and hold it like the perfect child you blew up!

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just saw apost that was like. plz reblog followed by a NEVER REBLOG I WILL KILL U SMITE U RIP THY HEART OUT and now idk what to do the world changes on a whim i cant keep up with such storming times

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I spent several years thinking and designing names that could fit evil au and came up with... deltafell

Absurd, I know right! What does fell even mean? Truly a foolish concept, no one would name their evil deltarune something like deltafell

The more i think about my evil deltarune au the more i lose my IMAGE_SANITY

(still tryint to find out a fitting name for evil undertale aus where everyone is evil. couldnt come up with anything. this'll be a mystery forever)

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erm chapter 5 leak ???

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The more i think about my evil deltarune au the more i lose my IMAGE_SANITY

(still tryint to find out a fitting name for evil undertale aus where everyone is evil. couldnt come up with anything. this'll be a mystery forever)

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finally after centuries of waiting for my phone to get fixed

i can take pictures of my actually good art

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it's been 37 years since i posted....

anyways, cool update, I now know how to make cool designs

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200% on the Kickstarter already? Amazing!!!

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IMG_COLDNIGHTMARE

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evil king has a very important message

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....did my bitch ass predict the roaring fucking knight's design in a stupid song cover for a friday night funkin mod????

so like, i posted a [song]. you should like, totally [hear] it

(by looking at this text, you agree that any fnf-induced ear poisoning is not the author's responsibility)

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uhhhh idkkk deltarune evil au where everyone is evilllllll i wonder if there is a name for that type of undertale au

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I was cooking up an idea with m'comrades. about an evil deltarune. a deltafell. an evil deltafell.

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i haved a knightmare and decided to make a creepy past based one it

wanna see?

?

you too long to answer, so I'll show it anyways

ACT 1: fuckig miecraft pvp

The gods remember. They remember the ancient days, when people fought wars in their names. When they cried for blood. When they willingly lost everything. When they lost their families, their money, their lives. All in the name of some stupid message they never even thought about.

Those weren't days of greatness, but the new days are an insult. Centuries after, people are simulating those disgraces.

They kill and pillage, for reasons and messages as stupid as the former, but with no will behind them. They sit behind the protection of glass and lights and fiction, immersing themselves into a world, one where they try to imitate their past warriors, yet death is but an inconvenience. They cry for blood knowing that their strive is meaningless. That in a matter of hours, the enemy will stand with the same foot, with the same power as before, running in an endless cycle, with no meaning attached to every loss of a life.

If not for the simulation, it would have been paradise. If not. It was hell. Boring. Uninterestinig. Hell.

A really good player is playing something like a pvp server of modded minecraft. The gods probably thought him to be especially pathetic, so they decided to play around and add an item to the game that turns the player into a titan, allowing them to stomp other players easily. The player, thinking it to be just another mod, tramples over half the server. Yet the gods added a gimmick. To make things interesting. To bring meaning to to those who lost it.

The player did not know this. He could never.

ENDING OF ACT 1:

He soon shrunk back into his regular size. It was no matter to him, after all, he was as powerful as he could ever dream of being. The gods watched his lack of knowledge with amusement. The player quickly looted all of the dozens of corpses he smashed down, gaining all the strongest powers and equipment. It was a dream for him. His skill mixed with his newfound powers would be sure to make him unstoppable. A few days pass and he's fighting a few players with ease, yet he wonders, he wonders. Where did the other players go? The server used to be so full, yet no one's been showing up to fight him, even to get their dropped stuff back. Surely, a bunch of sore losers, who quit the game over a single loss. He kept playing, too excited about his new powers to pay too much attention. Half the server was still there, and half the server would be used to wipe the floor.

But everytime he did kill someone, something appeared in the chatbox. He saw it before, when he grew, but he paid no mind due to the excitement. It was his own name, sending a message. It had the name of every player he bested, surrounded by

TURNING POINT:

Some of the better players in that server were streamers. When the living players saw no sign of them, it was then that they chose to check the streams to see what happened. When they looked into it, they saw. The stream never ended. The streamer wasn't there. And the screen simply showed some text in the lines of "kicked out due to inactivity."

To the other players, dozens of messages were sent, but they never met a response. They all disappeared, without a trace.

They were gone, gone. But they all had something in common. It was a stretch, but...

ACT 2:

The player, a special little someone, now the strongest of his world. No one even tried to best him in a fight. Either because he was too strong, or because of the rumours that spread through the chat rooms. The player never really followed those, so it came be a surprise when not a single soul came his way. He still had his fun and built an obsidian castle, but he still wonders why not even a single person tried pestering him the whole time. After a few hours, someone finally showed up. They showed up to challenge him. To fight him.

Their fight was as swift as it was empty. The challenger had barely any good equipment and their attacks were sloppy at best. And once it was over, the special player returns again to his boredom.

On the chat blogs, people were speaking. Speaking of him. His strange power to grow, impossible in any of the mods they had. The strange silence of his victims. They spoke of him.

They didn't believe it, but they wondered if he had killed more than just the people's avatars. One of them got sick of it and said:

"the fuck are you guys even saying? do you hear yourselves? this is a minecraft chatroom, not a ghost story blog for 8 year olds about fucking bloody mary. ill fight him and then message you guys saying 'oooo, the evil player is at my house' 'oooo, he's going to kill me'"

One responded, "Don't die."

ENDING:

That was it. That was the last straw. They didn't want to deal with this. When they saw the message in the chatbox, announcing the challenger's death, an hour passed with increasing panic.

That was it, that was it. The proof needed to make even the least superstitious believe in the paranormal. And if not in the paranormal, then in the fact that that man was the world's greatest hacker, somehow using his skills to scare people in minecraft rather than anything else.

With no comfort, no sign on the challenger, they banned the player overnight. They could not have him in anymore. Whatever he did, it had danger written all over it. Even if he moved on to another server, it was best if he wasn't their problem.

...

The next evening, the player comes back to a slightly frustrating sight.

As quickly as he had reached the top of the world, achieved the ranks he dreamed of reaching for weeks, he lost it all. Banned from the server, he sighed. At least he got what he wanted before it was taken from him.

With no motivation in his heart, he was ready to take a break from the games. He went on to do something else.

... :

The gods were amused. All the horror, all the fear. If those people wanted to simulate death and war, then they got the whole package along with it. It was good to see death mean something for those so careless. The good old schadenfeude. May this fear come back, once the boy is ready. Once the boy is ready. They will bring again the chaos that he wishes. Make them cry, make them scream. Make them see how things ought to be.

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