Undertale headcanon: How many monsters are in Underground?
In the game, we can see and talk with many different NPC and read a lot of information about monsters' race, but for some of the questions, we still haven't answers because they're not that important for gameplay. (But it doesn't mean we haven't any interest in it.)
Now it's time for something simple (unlike question about monsters' age where we mostly haven't any information) - how many monsters actually are?
And the answer is between 320 and 1500.
But why?
First of all, let's start with two possible counterarguments:
During Mettaton's battle, we can have a ratings of the show to above 12000 (if he still has legs).
We, as players, can explore only a small part of the Underground; the cities that we can see in the background are pretty big, and the capital, for example, look like it can accommodate a lot of monsters.
But they have a good explaining.
1. Mettaton's rating is not the number of viewers.
In the game, it's never mentioned as the number of people; moreover, Mettaton has not so many fans:
4000 monsters on the start of the final show are definitely too much. (Do you remember how many of them watched one of the previous show?)
More likely, rating is a viewers reaction - the number of likes and/or positive and negative commentaries on Undernet (monsters can use phones for watching show):
And it's normal to write an average 10-50 comments during the pretty long live-show with "killing, drama, bloodshed" and the real human - first for the long time.
(Some monsters could just spam stickers or the same sentences like iloveuMTT, notice me sempai Mettaton, etc).
The number of 320-1500 monsters fit here.
2. In cities lives less monsters that it seems.
It has a more complex explanation.
Firstly, we should mention that monsters were trapped after the war, so their number was greatly reduced (They were probably less than now - all monsters had enough place in Ruins). They came to Ruins from the Barrier through the New Home, Hotland, Waterfall, and Snowdin (of course, these places had no names at this time), and it was hard for the weakest monsters).
Monsters built Home and lived only in this city before Chara came; some time Chara also lived there (it proves drawing of gold flower in Asriel room), and then people decided to move closer to surface.
Part of monsters, which were hadn't enough stamina to move again (Snowdin is cold, after all), didn't want or were still scared of humans, decided to stay in Home; some of others monsters stayed as well in other cities. It's mean, less than half of the monsters move to New Home.
And, of course, they should have by themselves built a new houses. For everyone. When some of the monsters obviously are not strong enough or can't do it physically (how did Rocks' family or Moldsmals do it? They literally haven't arms). And some people had others jobs - making food, babysitting, ets. It means the number of people who can work for construction is... not that big. And part of them even were busy because of creating a Core!
House of royal family probably was built first as the main barricade (after all, Toriel and Asgore are the strongest monsters and in any accidents can protect others) and even then, it needed around a whole year for being finished. For one house, not even that big.
Of course, on Snowdin, Waterfall, and Hotland, all work with houses are finished... at least to the moment, when Frisk fell.
But what if the capital is overcrowded just because some of the buildings are just not ready yet? The number of monsters (slowly?) increased, and a lot of them wanted to live in capital - Onionsan cannot join his friends because the aquarium is full! And it's probably the only aquarium for the whole city - workers haven't enough time for building new ones, working instead on repairing / installing memorials / public works / with Mettaton for his show.
So we can say that a lot of buildings in New Home are just unfinished and empty, because each monsters' family builds its houses by yourself or waiting for other workers will do it.
And now we can go to the last question: why is the number of monsters between 320 and 1500?
Well, we have a few hints:
The souls counting when Asriel released them, give to us at least 320 - he could release more, but we haven't able to see them because of the white flash (but not too many - flash was only a few seconds long).
Underground is not that big - all Pacifist route needs less than one day; Genocide route - a few hours.
Also, I made an experiment and backtracked all Underground, walking through as many rooms as I could (without Riverperson helps, rarely used lifts and walk some way to the room with statue after bird carried me) and way from the first save to the last took me... 21 minutes and 20 seconds
In Genocide we can kill 57 monsters (including Undyne) before Alphys started monsters evacuation in True Lab. But this place will also be too small for more than 300 monsters (and it already has residents - Amalgamates).
(they definitely had to make room.)
Alphys propably wasn't able to evacuate monsters from New Home. But she for sure was in MTT hotel (we can read it in Bratty and Catty note) and probably came back with L1 lift before we went there (you can use it again after fighting with Muffet). She could only make a warning for the rest. So we can assume that the number of people that can fit in True Lab is probably the amount of Hotland people (41 monsters decided to stay for any reasons, but Amalgamates anyway take their places).
(Spiders' family probably evacuated too after Muffet death.)
It is important because the number of residents for all cities should be mostly the same (except capital that probably has more monsters and Ruins that has less, but together they offset the difference), so the number of monsters in Hotland/True Lab is close to average value.
And even though this is a rough estimate, since I not sure how Amalgamates should be counted, we get an average 300 people (if we take the possible maximum of people (including Amalgamates) that can fit in True Lab) in 5 cities - average maximum 1500 monsters.
So, any number between 320 and 1500 should be accurate and fine.
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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (pt. 2)
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Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
(Pt. 1 here) - (Pt. 3 here)
(Masterlist/subscription post)
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It was a beautiful morning. Somehow, against all odds, the sun was shining through the thick smog perpetually covering Gotham.
And Danny hated it.
He was in pain, he was exhausted, he was grieving, and all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week.
In an act of celestial mockery, the sun shone regardless.
After around twenty minutes of tossing and turning in bed, trying to get back to sleep, Danny gave up and pried himself out of bed.
He stumbled through the hallway and into the living room, staring openly at every splash of color he saw in the small apartment. He hadn’t forgotten what color looked like in the time he was in the lab, but it was comforting to see.
Someone cleared their throat. Danny whipped his head around, eyes falling on a scrawny, gangly man sitting down in a worn armchair, hunched over a laptop. He was looking at him with a dull, bored expression.
Right. Scarecrow.
His escape.
The chase.
His mom.
“You look a lot less terrifying without the mask,” Danny blurted out, slapping his hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean that.”
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t call my normal appearance frightening,” Scarecrow hummed, focusing his attention back onto the laptop, “that’s what the costume is for, after all.”
“Oh.”
After a brief moment of excruciating silence, Scarecrow spoke.
“You any good with computers, Danny? Hacking, and all that?”
Danny jolted. Scarecrow needed his help with something! This was great! Now, he’d have more of a reason not to get rid of him!
“Oh, uh, yeah! Not as good as my friend Tucker, but I think I’m pretty good.”
“And you’re familiar with the GiW’s systems specifically,” Scarecrow continued, beckoning him over. Danny complied, shuffling over awkwardly. “Right?”
“Well, I guess? My friends and I got into their stuff a couple of times before they…”
“Wonderful,” Scarecrow said, standing up with a stretch. He shoved the laptop into Danny’s hands and gestured for him to sit down on the couch. “Then you can hack into their system and extract whatever files you can find.”
Danny stared at the man like he’d lost his mind. He looked back at him expectantly.
Danny sat down.
“Yeah, I-I can do that. Tuck and I built a back door into their system ages ago,” he said, checking the screen. It was clear that for all the skills that Scarecrow had, hacking was definitely not one of them. “But, uh, don’t you have someone else that usually does this sort of thing for you? Not that I’m complaining!”
Scarecrow scowled, and Danny felt his heart fall into his ass.
“Usually, I do,” Scarecrow huffed, “but I chose to leave my most recent job with the Penguin early, so now there’s no way that he or Eddie will help me with anything until I make it up to them somehow.”
“Oh,” Danny said.
He had no clue whatsoever who Eddie was.
Danny got to work quickly, hoping that if he ignored the gangly man, he would leave him be. Luckily, he did just that, leaving to go work on something in another room.
Danny checked the laptop’s security before continuing Scarecrow’s progress, making sure that the GiW wouldn’t be able to grab their location.
It was…threateningly good. Whoever Eddie was, he had somehow crammed the functionality of a top-of-the-line PC into a tiny, beat-up old laptop. It almost reminded Danny of Tucker and his terrifying competence with his PDA.
Tucker.
Amity park.
Home.
Danny snapped himself out of his thoughts, tabbing back into the application Scarecrow had up and began to work his magic.
He had near full access to the entire GiW database within half an hour.
Mumbling out a quick thank-you to Tucker, he called Scarecrow over to appraise his work.
“Fixed up some food for you while you worked,” the rogue said, handing him a bowl of oatmeal, taking the laptop into his lap as he did so, “didn’t know how well you could eat, considering you’re recovering from… surgery, so I decided to stay on the safe side.”
Danny had no clue what this guy’s deal was.
He definitely did not tear up at the first genuine thoughtfulness he encountered in weeks, and he did not look away as he ate so that Scarecrow couldn’t see his face.
At least Scarecrow was too focused on the laptop to notice or care.
Or, maybe, he was just mercifully ignoring him.
Either way, Danny ate slowly, not wanting to make himself sick. He allowed himself to absentmindedly look around the room for the first time, taking everything in.
It was strangely homey. The space was filled with warm browns and yellows, a few splashes of color on the wall in the form of (obviously gifted) paintings. There was a beat-up bookshelf against the wall, clearly second-hand, filled to the brim with psychology books. On every available surface there was a different colored candle, all at different stages of use, clearly collected over the course of years.
Danny knew that the man next to him was a crazed, murderous criminal, but his home was oddly reminiscent of Jazz.
He was not about to cry.
“Danny,” Scarecrow hummed, snapping him out of his spiraling, “can you explain this to me?”
He looked over. The rogue was pointing to a new report, seemingly posted only a few hours ago.
Nodding, he took the computer into his lap, pouring over the contents.
He read the report again.
And again.
And again.
Danny swore loudly, crumpling like a wet paper bag, head in his hands.
“What?”
“It’s…” he swore again, glancing back at the laptop, “they…since you became liminal from synthetic ectoplasm, when we’re within about 500 meters of one another, our ectoplasm signatures resonate, and they can’t track us with any of their technology.”
“How is that a bad thing?”
“If we’re not that close to each other, they can track us down from anywhere in the world.”
Scarecrow went dead quiet. After what felt like the single longest minute of Danny’s life, he let out a truly exasperated sigh, slumping over in his seat.
“Yeah, me too,” Danny mumbled, utterly miserable.
“…I’ll have to move my plans back a little,” Scarecrow sighed, “I can’t drag an injured child with me when I attack the Gotham GiW base, you’ll just get in the way.”
“Oh come on,” Danny whined, “I can take care of myself just fine. Besides, Batman brings kids with him to do dangerous stuff all the time, and he’s fine!”
“Might I remind you that the second Robin died violently,” Scarecrow snapped, “and that Batman most likely has more traumatic brain injuries than all of the Gotham rogues combined. That really isn’t the winning argument you think it is.”
Danny paused, trying to think up some way to win the argument. Then, he realized what he had ignored before.
“Wait, Scarecrow, you’re gonna attack the GiW?”
“That’s the plan,” he nodded, “and call me Dr. Crane. I’m only Scarecrow when I’m in the mask.”
But,” Danny sputtered, “Sca—uh, Dr. Crane—that’s insane! The weapons they’ve got- they’ll rip you apart!”
“Not my first time,” Crane said, making Danny wince. “Besides, I have plenty of experience avoiding gunfire. I’ll live.”
“You…” Danny was silent for a while, trying to think of something to say, “fine, but you have to take me with you wherever you go. As soon as they see either of us on their radars, they’ll hunt us down.”
Dr. Crane sighed.
“…Fine. I need some time to plan anyways. Now, you’re going to help me download these files, properly format them, and send them out.”
“…Why?”
“Well, some of the other rogues might appreciate the heads up, and I’d quite like them to be indebted to me. Besides, I still need to pay back the Penguin for ditching him, and he loves knowing things that other people don’t.”
Danny paused.
“That’s an awful idea, no offense. If any of the rogues know our weaknesses, they—”
“Danny, we’re censoring everything. The only things they need to know about are the GiW specifically, and any sort of laws surrounding them.”
Danny snorted.
“You care about laws now?”
“Yes, because if we get taken to Arkham, they’ll hand us off to the GiW the moment they ask, and it’ll be completely legal.”
Oh. Danny had honestly forgotten that Arkham was an option.
“…Ok. I’ll help you. Who are we telling?”
“I don’t think you really need to know,” Dr. Crane said, the faintest shadow of an amused look on his face, “but I’ll humor you for now. We’re sending the files out to the Penguin, Riddler, Poison Ivy via Harley Quinn, Two-Face, and Red Hood.”
Danny nodded. He could live with that.
“Alright, then let’s get to work.”
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