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raritarous · 3 years

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Deltarunes narrator part 4

It’s rabbit hole time folks.

If you are new here I’m replaying Deltarune and paying extra close attention to the narrator to make a comparison between the narrators of each game and, eventually take a guess at who the narrator is. This tomfoolery was prompted by me remembering the narrator Chara theory, which I believe to be true. I have finished chapter 1 and before I move on to chapter 2 I want to lay out my thought on the narrator so far.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Masterpost

Lets start out with my hot take, I believe that the narrator is either Cara or Frisk. (though which one I’m not sure yet) I’ve got a few pieces of evidence that seem to support this conclusion. First off the narrator clearly had knowledge about events and relationships from Undertale. Everyone brings up saying “great to see you again” option when talking to sans, but it really goes beyond that. Being able to ask Undyne about Alphys, and everything with Onion, seem to point to the narrator sharing our knowledge of these characters from Undertale. Secondly there is the similarities between the narration of both games, with Deltarunes narrator even making callbacks to things from Undertales narration.

And third, and this one is getting ahead of myself a little bit, is the yellow heart transformation from the Spamton Neo fight. These are things that only you, the player, Chara (as undertales narrator) and Frisk would have knowledge of.

Now that I’ve established where I stand on the narrator’s identity lets look back at the possibilities I laid out in part 1 in regard to the tone shift of the narrator between the light and dark worlds.

Day to day school life is boring and the narrator is disinterested in these mundane things. But an RPG style adventure in a new and exciting place has them interested and invested in what’s going on.

This idea holds up the best after completing chapter 1. With how little we are exposure to the narrator we have before entering the dark world it is difficult to say that they have a different tone in the light world after returning from the dark world. All of the checks at Kris’s house are the same at the beginning and end of the game. Perhaps their dry tone says more about how they feel about the place than who they are. However it is worth pointing out that the dark would seems to have had a lasting effect on the narrator. The options selection changes that happen once entering the dark world remain once you return to the light world.

This first idea still feels like the most logical conclusion to come to but we will examine the other possibilities regardless.

The narrator changes when we enter the dark world.

This was my original thought process when starting this analysis, though it doesn't quiet hold up through the game as well as I originally thought. Though there are still some interesting arguments to be made in its defense. The first of which being the change in the option layout and text color I previously mentioned. Second being that the narrator doesn’t start to show any personality until after you enter the dark would. Almost immediately after entering the dark would the narrator switches from a dry, matter of fact statement style of narration

to things like

Though if the narrator did change between the dark and light worlds I would expect these things to change back once we come back to the light world for the epilog. But like I mentioned before the options are still different when we return, and the narrator doesn't revert back to the mater of fact style either

But like I said before we can’t really know if this is a difference in the narrator or if the dry statements are tied to Kris’s house for some reason, as they are the same before and after the dark world.

The narrator is more familiar and/or more comfortable with the dark world.

This one really doesn’t hold up through the game. As of right now I don’t think there is a strong argument to be made for this after all. But I am going to leave it here to be reexamined later along with the rest.

At the beginning of this post I said I believe the narrator to be either Frisk or Cara, and now I want to dig into that a little bit more. One thing I didn’t bring up at the beginning is the glairing issue with this theory. Neither Frisk or Chara have any reason to be here in deltarune, if we are to go off of what Toby has said about the two games.

I didn’t feel like paraphrasing so here is his exact words pulled from the Deltarune FAQ page. Now I could do an entire analysis on these two statements alone but for the sake of this theory lets just take it at face value.

We also need to consider, in narrator Chara theory, how Chara became attached to Frisk in the first place. By Frisk falling onto Chara’s grave in the ruins and Chara’s essence resonating with Frisk’s red soul. While we don’t know much about Kris and their past a similar situation seems like something that would have come up.

And no I’m not forgetting about the intro to chapter 1 where we make a vestal. I know there is a lot of supporting evidence for the theory that Gaster and Cara are the two voices we hear during that sequence, but that could remotely ties Cara to Deltarune. And Frisk, they have nothing tying them to Deltarune. The only reason I bring them up is because I feel like the narration is just different enough to argue that it might not be Chara, but someone who knows what Chara knows about Undertale. That could only be Frisk.

I know someone is going to say what about Flowey, but he should never have existed in this universe because Asriel is still alive, and all of the events that would have lead to his creation are unnecessarily without the need to free monsters from the underground.

Well those are my thoughts as of the end of chapter 1. Thank you so much for reading. I’m having a blast doing this deep dive, I hope you are likening it as much as I am. Still I can’t believe I managed to crank out part 3 and 4 on the same day. That said I am working again so the next one might be a ways off as I’m going to play chapter 2 while I write it like I have been doing.

#deltarune #undertale #kris #susie #ralsei #deltarune theory #deltarune kris #deltarune ralsei #deltarune susie #deltarune spoilers

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meimae · 3 years

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4/3/22

Been a little busy, but here's my February Immersion Overview!

You'd think I'd immerse less this month given that there was only 28 days, but this is probably the best I've done especially in terms of reading, and I'm still giving myself a bit of a pat on the back for it.

Let's get into the details, shall we?

ANIME

Me? Watch anime? Never!

Oh, wait. I watched Angel Beats! this month. I had always planned to watch it after I finished the VN (the same goes for every anime or drama that originated from some form of reading content really), and I'm glad that I finally did because the pacing felt way better. Shows like this shines in its comedic timing, and while I am getting a bit faster at reading, the pacing still felt really slow compared to just watching the anime. It also concludes the show properly; we get to see the true end pan out, something the VN didn't cover because it delves into each character's backstory more. Glad I finally get to graduate from this story as well. For now. Angel Beats! Next, Next Beat when?

DRAMA

I watched one drama again this month. An anime and only one drama? Seriously, what is going on?

やめるときも、すこやかなるときも was pretty short, and semi melodramatic, but it wasn't as bad as how its currently rated in MDL. It tried its best to showcase how two individuals dealt with their trauma and how they ended up facing it together in the end. It was sweet actually.

GAMING

To add more to my weird immersion choices, I decided to delve into and start playing the Japanese localized version of Stardew Valley after watching hundreds of Youtube videos on it. I can't say that its the best way to spend reading time, but it is a good way to relax without thinking that I'm wasting my time gaming. It's pretty comfortable to read now (although sometimes the font throws me off lol), and knowing where everything is, just in case I'm too lazy to look up words, is comforting.

GRAMMAR

Remember when I said last month that I wanted to concentrate and study grammar more? Yeah.....no. At the beginning of the month, I spent a lot of time dawdling, thinking about how to go about it. I figured I could just continue making Anki cards for them, but realized that I keep quitting my reps for them midway anyway. So, I started reading them instead, even computing how many days it would take to read all of them without feeling like death. Then I stopped....oops. I swear I'm trying really hard, but forcing study time makes me not want to immerse too which is very counterproductive. It's not as if I hadn't read up on all of this before anyway. This is literally a refresher course to nail everything down...if I can just stay motivated enough for it.

LIGHT NOVEL

So while I was having a pretty shallow dilemma, I started reading a bit of 無職転生 again. I figured I don't like 異世界 plotlines that much, but I'm curious why people praise this as the one 異世界 you can't skip out on.

PODCASTS

Still very much into podcasts, since I can actually follow them now. Read to listen, fellas.

I need to find more podcasts to mix it up, so if you have any suggestions, please feel free to leave a comment.

YOUTUBE

I rarely talk about my quest for good Youtube 実況s, and キヨ。is definitely someone I can recommend. This is probably the most chaotic let's play of Undertale I've ever seen, definitely a must watch. Again, if you have Youtube channels you use for immersion, especially female gamers, do drop a comment.

VISUAL NOVELS

Excerpt from my post on The Moe Way Discord server: "Roughly 380 days later and after 760 hours of reading everyday, I managed to hit 10 million characters read from visual novels...I saw a significant comprehension increase in both my reading and listening skills, and overall less time spent doing anki reps due to seeing them often when I read."

So yes, the visual novels are truly the backbone of my immersion these days. Who knew that it would mean so much to me now, even though I've never read one before I used them for language learning. Don't shun it til you try it, I guess.

I also did a personal reading challenge with them early this month: read 100k characters everyday for 10 days. Took that goal, smashed it, and read 1,411,512 in 11 days and finished both White Album 2 and 君と彼女と彼女の恋。in the process. As a length comparison, that's like reading around 13 or 14 short light novels. In total, I read 1.75 million characters this month, a new personal best. ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧

I have to say that it required me to read something I really enjoyed (White Album 2, easiest 10/10 I'll ever give), and something really easy (Totono) for me to complete the challenge, which just proves that a combination of comprehensible input and genuine interest in the media is the way to huge language gains in a short period of time.

Might have given myself major White Album 2 withdrawals though, because oh boy, everything feels inferior to it now, and I kept switching VNs just to rid myself of the feeling.

That said, I think the rest of my picks have all been interesting: finally feel comfortable enough with my level to start Fate/Stay night although I will be continuing it in April instead for The Moe Way's quarterly reading challenge. Also, picked up and shuffle reading literally every monthly VN challenge in the club namely サマーポケッツ, サクラノ詩－櫻の森の上を舞う－, シュタインズ・ゲート, because they are all interesting in different ways and are quite big VN fan favorites.

The one I dropped almost immediately though was something I thought I'd like because it was the same developer as 剣が君, ブラックウルヴスサーガ -ブラッディーナイトメア- because it freaked me out somehow faster than オメガヴァンパイア (although I did give OV more of a fighting chance at redemption before giving up and dropping the last two routes.)

I once thought that I'd be a bigger, general fan of joseimuke content, but it seems that I only like romantic and fluffy 乙女ゲーム or 女性漫画, because they likely won't include really disturbing and triggering content (...I say as I read Taishou Alice), and I read to de-stress and not to get stressed. My comfort levels are being tested and I don't like it.ヾ(｡>﹏<｡)ﾉﾞ

I guess nothing still beats the impact 剣が君 had on me, the way White Album 2 does for me now in なきげ.

-☆-

That's it for this month! I'm nearing two years of immersion so stick around for my post for that. I'll probably also drop my review for White Album 2, because I already wrote and posted a good part of it in the club. Although I enjoyed a lot of what I've read the past couple of months, nothing has hit me like White Album 2 has, that it actually inspired me to write about it in the club as soon as I finished it.

Truthfully, writing in depth reviews all the time when I finish so many very quickly is quite difficult for me, and I've managed to hit quite the writers block, but I'll still try my best to get them out as soon as I can.

Thanks for reading, and I'll catch up with you all again soon! ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ

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jamestrmtx · 4 years

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

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

Chapter Three | sans. (Part 1 of 3)

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meet me by the train station.

the place's bustlin' and tori's here with me, just in case you're worried 'bout meeting a stranger all alone.

That's surprisingly thoughtful.

And I'm guessing Tori means Toriel?

The goat lady who looked after Frisk?

yup.

she's gotta go deal with some legal stuff 'bout us living on the surface, so she can't stay for long.

but she'll still be here by the time you get there.

Hmm…

Now that just makes me more suspicious of you.

Tell me why it's important that only you specifically want to talk to me about this?

Doesn't Toriel know about what happened down there, too?

yeah, but…

i need to talk to you about somethin' else.

stuff that'll probably be a lil' difficult for me to explain, but that you should still know, being frisk's parent and all.

Now I'm curious.

I'm stuck in some traffic, but I should be there soon.

Would it still be okay with Toriel if I get there in the next ten to fifteen minutes?

textin' while drivin'?

My aunt chose to drive me here.

'Cuz she also said she doesn't trust the whole situation much.

heh.

alright.

tori says it's fine. she doesn't need to leave in the next hour so…

see ya soon, (l/n).

See you soon, mister Serif.

"How's he gonna know who you are if only you have a picture of him?" you aunt asks, eyes locked on the road. Her bright red nails, just as flashy as the rest of her outfit, glisten under the sun, fantasy jewellery and wrist watch doing the same. Her tanned skin almost glows with health in comparison to yours, yet to be healed from the past two months of tension and wait. There's also her signature and almost hair salon professional level of cleanliness when it came to grooming her hair, making her overall, outer appearance far more different and striking when compared to you.

"(Mom/Dad)'s all over the news now!" Frisk says, answering her question before you can even word your thoughts out in mind, too busy noticing how much you've let yourself go in so short of a time.

You plug your phone to the car charger and meet with the side view of your aunt's face. "Like Frisk said. The guy I'm meeting says my face's been thrown out on the news a lot lately, so he already knows what I look like." You pull down the mirror and take a quick look at yourself, eye bags and stress acne now partially covered with a cheap, (s/t) foundation and expression made to look less tired thanks to a full eight hours of sleep. Still, you're far from looking anywhere near to the days before Frisk's disappearance or all the pictures displayed on the news, these from a similar time. All the stress and constant sorrow was still present on most of your features, from something as subtle as the loss of brightness in your eyes to something as noticeable as the drag in your walk and the small slump in your posture.

"Do I look okay, auntie?" you ask, taking advantage of a stop sign.

Brenda spares a quick but meaningful glance at you and a small smile manages to show on her face. She stays quiet even as her eyes go back to facing the road. At a second stop, this one caused by a red light, she looks at you again, saying, "Why are you so concerned about that, dear? I get wanting to look well and dignified for meeting new people, but this is the third time you've asked me today." She giggles when Frisk does, both apparently sharing the same thought. "You look fine, by the way. Though a bit of rest could do you good." The light changes and she carries on driving, slowing down and turning on the signal when she sees the train station to her left. "How many hours do you work, by the way? If you're still working overtime, you should stop that now. Not only for my dear grandchild's sake, but for you to get your long overdue beauty sleep."

"...Sixty hours a week?" you mutter, already anticipating a dramatic reaction from her. Even Frisk seems to notice your answer's not favourable enough to her, so they brace themselves by grabbing on to their seatbelt and pretending they're not paying attention to the conversation anymore.

Staying true to herself, Brenda almost slams the brakes just as she's halfway into parallel parking and snaps her gaze over to you, eyes wide and mouth agape. "What?!"

"Sixty a week," you repeat, louder now. "I had to get my mind off Frisk going missing somehow, so I... took that chance to save up some more by working overtime."

"That's fifteen hours too much, dear." She frowns. "That's either twelve hours a day for five days a week, or working non-stop every day for at least eight to nine hours! No wonder you look so stressed. What about your friends? Your family? Your coworkers?" She seems to notice why you've lowered your voice and does that herself, reminded over Frisk's presence at the back seats. "Oh, honey…" She sighs. "Did you really just work, eat, and sleep those two months they were gone?"

"...Maybe," you reply, looking away from her. "I just didn't know what else to do, and having free time for myself made me feel more guilty about it. The only time I sat down was to watch some TV for when I couldn't sleep at night."

Your aunt finishes parking and lets out another sigh. A gentler look crosses her eyes and she gives in, letting her body relax. "Do you have enough to get by? Please, be honest with me so I can help you out. Alright?"

You smile back at her and nod. "I have enough now. I'm pretty sure I can get by with a regular schedule again."

"With weekends off?"

"With weekends off."

Her smile grows and she unlocks the car, allowing you to step out. "Be careful out there, alright? Just make sure to call me and I'll head back here straight away if anything strange comes up."

"Thank you, auntie. So I'll pick up Frisk at five?"

"Oh, there's no rush. You can always stay the night, anyway!"

After a nod, you get down from the car, open the back door, and climb onto the empty seat left next to Frisk.

"See you later, dear."

You kiss their cheek and look at the phone resting in their hands. There were plenty of questions you wanted to ask them, such as who was Alphys and how she'd gained enough knowledge to develop something with that level of technology, and why it still worked up here despite being programmed to function at the Underground. You remind yourself of the people waiting for you at the train station and wrestle those curiosities down, setting all questions aside for later. "Be good, okay?"

They nod, sign a "Love you!" with their hand, and hold you back to give you a yellow sticky note, folded in two. "Give this to him. And don't forget he can be unexpected sometimes!"

You sign an "I love you, too" back to them, take the note, and step out of the car, waving at them and your aunt before closing the door and pocketing the note away. It stays unread, and while you'd like to know what's written on it as well as the reasons for Frisk warning you about meeting with that monster in particular, they'd specified it was for more sillier reasons, like that of meeting up with a stand up comedian, or more frankly put: a clown or a court jester.

Now alone, you take out your phone and check the messages, a new one from 'Mister Serif' showing up.

hey, uh…

tori hadda go.

an emergency happened, so now she's gotta rush off to the department to see what's up with some documents she turned in.

i know this seems sus as hell, so just wait for me at a more open area, alright?

stick to anybody you're comfortable with and we'll meet there.

I'm honestly touched at how much you're worried about this.

Though all that just makes me think I'm being catfished even more now.

Are you for real, mister Serif?

Can someone be as observant and thoughtful as you appear to be?

see for yourself.

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You can't avoid being taken aback when the monster sends you a picture of himself. It's a definite recent one, given he's sitting by a bench close to the train tracks. He holds up a shaka sign with one hand and a coffee cup on the other. A grin decorates his face and the bright lighting shows the picture was taken just now, sun rays piercing through the windows.

I'm somewhat convinced.

need more proof?

Who are you, my Cinder match?

if u wanna.

Oh God.

You're killing me.

inna good way?

Perhaps.

You stop yourself when you realize you're on the verge of flirting with someone you haven't even met in person yet, let alone introduce yourself properly to. The picture he'd sent doesn't help either, as you can only begin to question yourself and your morals over having found him attractive for a split second. While it could have just as easily been the surprise of him sending a picture out of nowhere, it could've also been how laid-back he seemed in that picture, striking a shaka sign that made him look just like a surfer dude and a coffee cup to contrast with that vibe, adding a spark of the typical college student you saw at campus, his hoodie and sneakers only adding to that feeling.

It's then that you realize something's off.

If he was holding a cup with one hand and a sign in the other…

Then who took the picture?

Though you're pretty sure you're overthinking the situation now, you're still better safe than sorry and take advantage of your recent fooling around with him to pass that worry off as a joke.

Wait a minute, mister Serif.

yeah?

If you're holding a cup with one hand and striking a pose with the other, then who took the picture?

Or did you use your magic for that?

a random dude who looked trustworthy enough took it for me.

he's one of those guys who're totally ok with us living here at the surface, so he just snapped the picture for me and even asked if it was for a date i was gonna meet and all.

no magic needed.

And I'm the President of the United States.

But, seriously now…

Are you for real?

yeah.

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The picture displays him with a bearded, brown skinned man clad in a suit and holding a suitcase, looking ready for work. Still, his smile shows little to no seriousness and instead displays youth and content over having his picture taken with a potential friend. His height surpasses the monster's by half a foot, though when you compare it to the rest of the people in the background, it's clear Serif is simply shorter compared to the average human. You try not to let your eyes linger too much on the monster when you're done looking at the man, not wanting to fall into the trap of your mind having found him attractive earlier ago. Still, you can't help yourself and take a more thorough look at him again, seeing him now with his eye sockets closed, almost mimicking a pair of eyelids squinting in joy. His arm's hung over the man's shoulders, and vice-versa.

i made a new pal.

"meet up already!" - his words, not mine.

Trying to be smooth, huh?

maybe.

is it working?

Somewhat.

But...

Strange Cinder date vibes aside,

I'm almost there.

aight.

can't wait to meet ya, bud.

You slip the phone back in your pocket and go up the stairs of the train station, stopping when you make it to the line of benches close to the tracks. True to his word, the skeleton sits on one of them and the man who'd taken a picture with him is now waving at him, seemingly saying his goodbyes and headed off to work. You approach the station one careful step after the other, pace slowing down more and more as you feel a sudden awkwardness slip on your shoulders.

Your texts sent off vibes you didn't want present now that you were about to meet him in person. You were still worried about what happened with Frisk a few days ago, and how their happiness pretty much froze when being asked if the monsters had treated them well during their time at the Underground. The one you were about to meet could very well be one of those who'd hurt them, so you brace yourself and try not to be swayed by the softer atmosphere present during your texting with him. You acknowledge the man who'd taken his picture with a wave and a smile back at him. Then, you continue walking and finally approach the bench.

"It's nice to meet you, mister Serif." You acknowledge him with a wave, unsure of how friendly you can be with him.

"Likewise, pal." He holds a hand out to you, bringing forth the warning Frisk had given to you about him.

Out of all the things Frisk had warned you about, it was to be careful around the skeleton, but primarily due to how he seemed to be the type to joke around and prank people often. One thing in particular you were warned about was in shaking hands with him, so right as he offers his hand out to you and just as you're about to reach out, you miss his hand, take a step closer, and pull him along for a hug instead. You then unfold the sticky note and press it against his back with enough pressure for him to feel it and let go when you're done.

"Frisk warned me about you, and even though they haven't told me anything I should be worrying about yet, I do know I should be careful for other reasons. And they told me to give that note to you, by the way."

You sit down and watch as the monster attempts to get the sticky note unstuck, his short height proving to be a disadvantage, as it also comes with shorter arms. He goes as far as to use his magic to get it out, leaving you to bite back a smile and wonder if you've been too rude with him just now. Still, you wait and keep your eyes on the train tracks while he reads the note you've left for him.

"Not gonna say anything about it?" you ask, surprised to hear nothing from him even as he slips the note in his pocket.

"Patience, pal," he replies, words followed with a chuckle and continued with a wink. "Just take it as some friendly payback on my part -- Now we're even." He sits back down and meets with your eyes, his expression changing from humoured to stern at the drop of a hat. "So, what you're sayin' here is the kid hasn't said much about me yet?"

"No," you reply, hesitating. You fight between keeping a smile and a frown. "They've been awfully quiet after I asked them if there were any people down there who treated them badly." You catch yourself becoming emotional, so you breathe and blink a few times to fight that back. "It... It feels like they shut themselves away from me, and now I'm not too sure about how to approach the situation anymore." You stop to catch your breath again, feeling yourself grow anxious already. "They can talk non-stop when it's about all the good things Toriel, Alphys, Papyrus, and… And even what you did for them, but whenever I ask if there was anything that made them feel unsafe, they… They bottle up and run off to do whatever chore there's left to do around the house."

A gust of wind helps freshen up your burning face, product of a train stopping nearby. You wait for him to speak up, body tensed all the while.

"Y'know, I…" The monster sighs, faces down, and rubs the back of his neck, looking lost in thought. "I think I can answer that for ya, but it's gonna be a bit of a long story." He glances at his phone for a moment, seemingly to check the time, and later adds, "Wanna head out somewhere to eat? We can talk about it there over food and drinks. Better than talkin' on an empty stomach, don't you think?"

Despite how somber the mood's become, that trademark grin of his you've already grown used to seems to stand out a lot more now, bringing forth a genuine, welcoming expression in addition to the offer he'd made to you. "Sure," you reply, smile returning. "And... Sorry for dumping all that on you all of a sudden."

You both stand up and make your way out of the station, walking side by side as you continue with the conversation.

"It's cool, pal," he says. "I'd be a lot more worried if you didn't worry about it."

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This turned out to be a whopping 7k+ word long chapter, so it's been divide into 3 parts (between 2k to 3k words each, which is the usual length of each update).

So... Long story short: there'll be a double update next week in order to post Parts 2 and 3!

Expect the same thing for whenever a chapter exceeds that limit. :-)

#sans x reader #undertale x reader #lgbt #lgbt themes #gender neutral reader #male reader #female reader #mother reader #father reader #parent reader #chubby reader #long fic #romcom #adventure #mystery #platonic relationships #slow burn

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manchasama · 3 years

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I’m just going to put some thoughts out here yo.

I fall in and out of fandoms, and it’s not actually uncommon for me to enter a fandom without watching or playing the source material. Some of my first fandoms were like this honestly. So I’ve definitely been quietly lurking in Undertale not too long after it came out. I just really enjoy the fan content and the AUs and the good stories.

I’ve wanted to write for it, but my lack of motivation to write at all coupled with my guilt that if I can write I should write for CC only, made any attempt short-lived and hard to do.

I don’t have any big ideas for the fandom or anything. Well, there’s one I could develop, but it’s also fine being a nebulous thought. I just like Sans, and I like multi-shipping him. I like the various ways to characterize him that still seem in character or plausible. I like the AU variants and their stories. They are more than just the Undertale characters with new skins, they’ve developed over the years to have their own unique personalities and stories.

I like Catsitta’s 100 word series, both for content and because it seems like an achievable thing to do. Well, maybe not daily for me, but small chunk stories. I saw other authors attempt to follow the format of daily small updates, like PineconeTrinklebriar, and that’s just so impressive that they can keep it up like that. I want to do that too, man. :p

My mental health is all over the place on a good day, and has been pretty damn low lately. When I finally started to feel better, I got a one-two whammy of GOD AWFUL stuff happen. So I’m back on the edge of “I feel okay as long as I don’t think about it, until my brain doesn’t let me not think about it”. But I did get some honestly great news, and hopefully by Sept/Oct I will be in a much better place. *all fingers crossed* I’ve always said once I was in my own place (or at least not living with my parents), I’d be able to improve my mental health back to a good place. It’s not that they are terrible, I honestly love them a lot, but there are certainly points where we don’t agree with each other, and I’m just not comfortable or able to be myself. I need to have my own space that is not just my room.

Anyway, back to Undertale thoughts, I want to try a soulmate series. Not sure how long or short they are, or if I’ll be able to deliver, but I’m tired of feeling guilty. CounterCrisis will come when my brain is better. Because no, we’ve not dropped it. But I LITERALLY think about it daily and how I’m not working on it, and it’s so draining. I need to let myself do thing first, and I’ll be back for it soon. Guilting over it certainly wasn’t getting it written anyways lol.

I grabbed a soulmate prompt off Koorii’s page months ago, and did some random selection for possible pairings with Sans. Sort of like I did with 30 Cases, but without being connected this time. (Another story I want to get back to damnit.) So I’ll poke at it and see how it goes. I know the content won’t be for everyone, so I do hope people pay attention to tags.

That said, I’m gonna post something I found. Apparently past me had the same idea, as I’d started a few soulmate prompts back in 2019. They were on a site I don’t go to anymore (and not on gdocs?? that’s unusual for me that I didn’t have a copy over there), so I stole them back. Only one was finished, and I’m just gonna post it.

#personal opinions ahead #just some thoughts on life and everything #im tired (tm)#and i'm just gonna try and have fun #there was supposed to be a point to this post but #eh this is fine #wasnt gonna put it under a cut but #its a little longer and not focused so #to save ur dashboards

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washi-undertale · 3 years

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I’m baaaaaaack

Hey all! Blessed Samhain, Happy Halloween, and Feliz Día de los Muertos!

And happy anything else that’s around this time of year. I think Canada’s Thanksgiving is sometime soon? I don’t really remember.

Happy Autumn! The best season. I’m back!

I have good news and bad news.

Good news first! I’ve been using my break somewhat productively! Been dealing with some mental health issues that I’ve struggled with for most of my life, and getting my life back in some semblance of order. Which is super nice. I’ve also been writing a lot!

Which brings me to the bad news: Despite having been writing, I haven’t really written much toward Blood and Marrow or Zero Redeeming Qualities. In fact, most of what I’ve written I’m not comfortable sharing at all, as it’s been a mixture of general world-building (I’m ... slowly making my own UTAU. Maybe. Possibly two of them. Maaaaybe three. Oh stars why.) that no longer applies and some steamy NSFW stuff that ... is super cringy. I’m still learning how to write sexy scenes.

So! What does this mean for my projects? I’m glad you asked! Specifics under the break.

Blood and Marrow: My original goal for Blood and Marrow had been to wait until I had written to a specific plot point. I’ve managed to write ... two chapters. Out of something like twelve.

My current plan is to try to write a chapter a week for Blood and Marrow up through the end of the year, with an extra chapter released around Christmas. No specific day for release, however. Just ... one a week until January 1. We’ll see how things go after that.

I am also considering rewriting the first few chapters - particularly the ones that are basically a rewrite of V_Mum’s SlaveTale. Looking back it feels both clunky and a bit plagiarized. Plus, I’ve changed some of the world building for the Blood and Marrow universe, and those changes affect the earlier chapters. If I do this, I’ll move the original chapters to the end of the story as a sort of appendix. I don’t want to lose the comments, otherwise I’d move them to Skin and Bones.

Zero Redeeming Qualities: Like Blood and Marrow, I’ve been working a little on ZRQ, but it hasn’t been my focus. I have a chapter and a half near completion, and I vaguely know the next ten or so chapters that I’m going to post.

I originally planned to write around 10 chapters ahead in order to give myself a two-month backlog. But I don’t currently see that happening anytime soon. Turns out I have better motivation when I’m getting feedback. While I’d like to update ZRQ consistently (I’d like to update Blood and Marrow consistently as well, to be fair), I’m not sure that the backlog is the way to go.

There are two options:

I could keep trying to build a backlog, and post only when I feel secure with that.

I could post chapters as they’re finished.

The former would mean a longer delay in posting, but consistent updates afterwards. The latter would mean more sporadic updates, but I could post the first one in a couple days and the next one next week. The general feedback would also probably help motivate me to write more.

What do you all think? Longer wait but consistent uploads, or shorter wait with sporadic uploads?

NaNoWriMo 2021: I had hoped to get all of this done by next month because I am - as always - participating in NaNoWriMo. I’m going to announce my NaNo project soon (it’s related to Undertale), but for now all I have to say is: I’m going to be extremely busy working on that starting November 1st. Because I’m behind on my backlog planning/writing, I’m not too confident I’ll reach my goals mentioned above. I want to, but I’m going to be writing at least 1667 words toward this other thing first. Blood and Marrow and ZRQ are going to take a backseat. I hope to be able to start posting this story sometime in 2022, though! So there’s something to look forward to. For now, I’ll leave you with the title:

STARGAZER

I’m super excited about this, and I hope you all will be interested as well as I start talking more about it.

That’s it for me for now. Hope you all have a fantastic day, and any comments or feedback or thoughts are appreciated.

#washithoughts #My writing #Zero Redeeming Qualities - Washi #Blood and Marrow - Washi #NaNoWriMo2021 #fanfiction

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ma-lark-ey · 4 years

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Hi!! I've seen other people make posts about why they love TAZ,,and I figured I should add my two cents. I also just wanted to share this experience somewhere. (Spoilers for Balance and Amnesty!!)

For a bit of background; in December/early January, I got dropped by some of my closest friends. I'd already been doing bad mentally for the last few months, and that sent me into a complete spiral.

I was quarantined, couldn't see my friends, couldn't leave the house, couldn't make any attempt at things that used to make me happy. I was (quite frankly) at my lowest point. I'd heard rumors of the Adventure Zone for years, and even seen content of it on my socials.

In mid May, I said fuck it and listened to episode one. MBMBAM (as good as it is) wasn't my cup of tea in podcasts, I needed something with plot. I knew the McElroys were a genre of entertainment I could get behind, but I needed plot to get invested.

TAZ Episode 3 was when I really became hooked. Magnus latched onto my heart, and Griffin's voice brought me a comfort I'd long forgotten.

Its important to note at this point in my life, I hadn't picked up a pencil to write or draw in almost six months.

I was honestly inspired to watch after a cosplayer I really admire began to cosplay Lup! I loved the personality I saw in her videos and photos of Lup, and I wanted to know more about her.

I listened to Here There Be Gerblins, and it made me smile. I listened to RockPort Limited, and I remember cleaning up my dresser and folding clothes when I found out Jenkins was the killer. I listened to Petals to the Metal, and I remember standing in my living room laughing during the whole Trent scene. I listened to Crystal Kingdom, I remembered standing in my yard in shock when Mangus sliced Merle's arm. I listened to Eleventh Hour, I remembered sitting in my chair and crying during the flashback and throwing my stuffed animal in rage at the Taako flashbacks. I remembered listening the Lunar Interlude where Lup carved her name in the wall and screaming joy at the introduction of the character who inspired to check this amazing show out. I remember playing Minecraft while listening to the Stolen Century (I was building a Ravenloft in my world!)

My favorite memory from listening to it though, was the scene Lup finally entered. I'd been listening to this podcast nonstop since I started. I remember listening to that scene and just *crying,* i remember clutching at my heart when her death was described because I'd fallen absolutely in love with her during Stolen Century.

I remember listening to Magnus' death scene while sitting at my kitchen table. My mom asked me why I was crying. "MAGNUS GOT HIS DOG!" Was all I could compute, she had no idea what I meant.

After i finished Balance, I started drawing again. It was simple, at first. Just a headshot of Lup with my favorite quote from her. But it was a start! I picked up my materials for the first time in months.

Then I started Amnesty. In minutes I was absolutely smitten. It was like Aubrey personally grabbed my hand and told me I was gonna be better soon. I latched onto Aubrey just like I did Magnus (Travis has always been my personal favorite brother.) I remember feeling guilty for skipping the last half of Commitment, but given my religion trauma that I was still processing at the time, I knew I needed to just role right along into Amnesty for my own sake.

My fondest memory of Amnesty was sitting in the car during a road trip and scribbling down things on my sketchbook.

Another prominent one was when Ned revealed to Aubrey he was the burglar. I fell to my knees when he said the sentence, and no I'm not being dramatic. I was cleaning up my room, and i collapsed onto the floor and laid in a fetal during the whole scene, ugly crying. I love all of the Amnesty characters, its my personal favorite campaign, and Ned and Aubrey meant everything to me. That scene *destroyed* me. I also remembered crying on my road trip when Ned was killed. I'd never felt so much emotion from a piece of media before.

After that I actually digested all of Balance. And the one character who's stuck out to me is Taako. And I know he's a cliche character to latch onto. But, its not his personality or his appearance or whatever that makes me love him. It was his back story. When I found Balance, I was working throufh the betrayal and loss of my fourth set of friends. I'm the kind of person who takes in people I know are toxic in hopes of helping them. And Taako was the perfect mix of myself, and the people I found myself befriending.

His history with Sazed hit close to home, in the betrayal aspect. And his betrayal by Lucretia. I understood his heart felt in those moments, and I latched onto him. I thought, "You understand how I feel right now." And I've *never* drawn so much in my life.

In just three days I made two whole pages of sketches, in just the last three weeks I've done ten pages of my brand new sketchvook (averaging it to 4-5 full drawings a page). I hadn't picked up a pen in months, and now I couldn't Put one down.

There was one night a couple days ago where I just sat in bed, grinning and crying while I looked at all the art I had accomplished, the countless pieces of writing I'd presented to my friends proudly. I rejoined roleplay groups, which I had also dropped after my mental health dropped. I came out to my IRLs as nonbinary!

The characters the McElroys created have given me this... This inspiration I've never felt before. I've hyperfixated on things before (like Undertale! That was my biggest.) But, no piece of media has ever made me feel like a character reached out of my screen and grabbed onto me.

I remember Istus telling the Gang the iconic line of "You're going to be amazing" and to me, it felt like Taako and Magnus just reached out of my phone and gave me a bear hug. Hell, just a few days I translated that feeling into a sketch.

I just bought the graphic novels, and have orders merchandize. I've *never* gotten into something, and had merchandize for it three weeks later. I've never loved something so much I sent my friends literally novellas of just me recounting my favorite scenes to them.

The Adventure Zone has literally brought the most joy into my life I could ever ask for out of media, its helped me in so many ways.

These stupid little DnD campaigns mean the absolute world to me, and I could never be happier that I found them when I did.

So, if you've read this far, there's one last thing I wanna say; even if you feel like you're at literal rock bottom, like you could end it all tomorrow and no one would care. That not even your greatest passionate with bring you joy, youll find something or someone that will pull you out of that point so fast it makes your head spin. In the emphamis words of "Zeke Owens" (Griffin) "One day, youre gonna laugh at a joke. You'll go swimming, and you'll smile in the sunlight. You're gonna pet yourself a good dog and its gonna feel amazing."

#the adventure zone balance #the adventure zone graduation #the adventure zone #the adventure zone amnesty #taz balance #taz grad #taz graduation #I doubt anyone's actually gonna read this long ass post #but I hope it helps someone

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nightmare-foundation · 3 years

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Dear toxic friend (a message i'll never send)

Things have been... better, since you left. Not great, certainly not perfect, but better. You blocked me in April 2019 with a guilt-tripping parting message, one that left me torn up inside since i read it. I've felt many different emotions since then. Anger, hurt, envy, happiness. I still don't really know what to think or feel about our friendship, if you were truly bad, despite having dozens of people say you were. Rose-tinted glasses do actually exist, it turns out. I finished middle school, and i got diagnosed with anxiety, depression, and ADHD. I'm medicated now, and i'm doing pretty well in High School. I discovered i was a system, that i have PTSD. The introduction to the DID community wasn't great, but at least i didn't abandon it completely. Hyperfixations have come and gone. I'm still trying to like Undertale again, after you ruined it for me. I got into BATIM, RVB, the MCU, and now RWBY. I've gotten new friends, real, incredible friends that i really don't think i deserve. I haven't done a lot to deserve their love, but i guess love is unconditional, unlike how yours was. I'm... still learning to trust again, to love again. It hurts, and every day i want to run in case they turn out like you, but i power through that fear, even if it's hard to. I'm still slowly learning to... care for myself. Not necessarily love myself, i'm not sure i can do that, but i'm trying to. Even if things have been going pretty well (these past couple years haven't been without it's bumps and scrapes), i still... think about you. I shouldn't, and it hurts when i do, and it hurts when i see your URLs on my dash because of shared mutuals, but i still think about you. Mostly just... wondering. Wondering what you're doing. Wondering what you're thinking. Wondering who your friends are. Wondering how you treat you friends. Do you treat them like you did me? Do you make them walk on eggshells, having to watch what they say, in case they upset you? Do you guilt them, do something that hurts them, only to turn around and say you're a bad friend and make them comfort you? Or do you treat them well? Do you listen to them and offer a helping hand? Do you offer reassurance when it's needed? Do you share stories? Do you set up proper boundaries? Do you communicate with them and tell them that they're okay? Do you think about me? Do you feel remorse for damaging me in ways that i'm still recovering from? It feels silly, being a sixteen-year-old and writing this. I feel like an edgy middle schooler writing a poem in the margins of their notebook. But this hurt was... real. I'm wary of people and what i'm saying. I'm afraid i'll say something and set them off, i'm afraid they'll say that they're a bad friend and make me comfort them, despite them being the one to hurt me. I still doubt if you were truly bad, despite so many people having told me so. I'm just... scared, and confused. I guess that's one thing that hasn't changed since we first met.

#felix (host)#vent #ok to rb #just a stupid thing i wanted to write to get my emotions out #my emotions have been all over the place since just before i started shark week :/#i feel like i'm complaining #it's.. stupid

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years

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Going M.I.A Until July 5th After Being Peeved Off By Toxic-Humans

I just need to have some time for myself,

and I wanted to wait until July to start posting again.

I just need to try to relax and do some self healing,

and it all has to do with finding out a bit more about Scott Cawthon.

look, no one has to agree about the same religious views.

I mean I have to stay in the Neo-Christian/Ma-Acolyte Closet,

as well as the Aceflux closet and the bigender identity closet with my family.

it be nice if it didn’t happen while FNAF Security Breach was still in the works.

I’m not even sure if it’s even finished, I can only hope that someone with a heart picks up where Scott left off and adopts the series but still gives Scott credit.

right now I’m listening to a comfort song right now,

which is Lily Allen’s song F**k You.

I guess I could listen to some other songs to comfort me,

but how I feel, it calls for that song.

I just wish they didn’t bring Trump or the other names that are involved into that mess...

after finding out that Trump had some form involvement of the, my guess bullying...

I did get upset at him enough to cry and say I hate him.

of course I can’t say that to my Mom or half of my family.

sure one half supported him and the other half don’t,

but we are still family.

I don’t much care for Presidents in Real Life, I have very little trust in them.

ones in movies or video games or any form of entertainment, are fine.

since it is just in a fictional world that is at times a counterpart of ours.

no one has to agree about my being mad at Trump, and that’s okay.

I can’t help but think that there is a possibility that Scott had retired

because of the bullying and it possibly being linked to Trump.

we all don’t have to agree to like or dislike Trump.....

but I’m sure a lot of people are upset at those that caused the early retirement

before the Five Nights at Freddy’s Security Breach

but maybe there will be still hope for it,

at least if it is true that Scott has a successor.

and if they do continue work on the Security Breach,

then we can only hope things works out well.

I didn’t know there was gonna be a successor,

until I was just looking up some more info about the whole FNAF thing.

but yeah, with only half of what I know so far,

it is still going to be a part of my Semi-Misanthrope.

I still know there are some good people in this world,

that is why it is “Semi”, which is better than it being the full.

maybe later I can try to look up more info about the whole thing,

but it is still possible the bullying was part of the reason for the early retirement.

I’m still peeved at this one person who was bad mouthing YandereDev.

if they are taking long to finish the game, it is because these things take time,

and also everyone has a off day where they wont be able to work on something right away and might have to put it on hiatus.

if Yandere Simulator ever gets on a Disc or game card,

and ends up being playable on Xbox One or Nintendo Switch...

I hope there will be a mode where we can dress up as Chara from Undertale.

at least there is some good news,

Doki Doki Literature Club will be on Nintendo Switch, I have been meaning to mention that after I had found out some days ago.

and parents should not let their child play it if they are under the age of 15.

don’t go blaming the mature content, when it’s you the parents who are to blame.

hey I did see a movie that I was not the proper age for,

and I wasn’t even a teenage yet when I saw it.

I’m talking about Cool World, I still like it and have the DVD.

but after remembering I had seen that movie, and we had rented it from a place that rented out VHS tapes.

I came to realize that letting me see that too early, even though I don’t think I can remember much about watching it during that time, all I know is that I did watch it.

but at least it didn’t get as mature as the Deadpool Movie,

and I still like the Deadpool Movie.

but anyway I figured out that it was wrong for my family to let me watch Cool World when I wasn’t the proper age for it,

and even letting me watch something else with the “witch” word on it,

when I was a toddler and I ended up saying “Son of a Witch”

of course it wasn’t the word witch, but you get what I’m going with this right?

I had to try to keep my little cousin from playing my Deadpool video game,

and it was lucky I caught them on time when the game had barely started.

did they even think about stopping them before they fully started to playing?

I don’t want to make the same mistake as my Mom or anyone else in my family.

at least the bad word I used wasn’t my first word.

but I had come to realize that it isn’t the mature content to blame,

but the parents, and even if some parents are willing to admit this cold truth.

that is perhaps long overdo, not all parents might admit to it.

if you have any mature stuff either on your computer or even a movie or show on DVD.

make sure to hide it from the child, give them their own computer

but put a child lock on the browser, where only you know the password.

and if you tend to forget passwords, write it on paper then hide it where your child or little sibling, can’t find it and it’s in a place that only you know.

also I want to say this....

I rather be a part of a Neo-LGBT, there can be different types of Aces.

some who are flux like myself, but because of the whole sexual energies,

I didn’t figure it out until I started to protect myself with my bracelets.

a Aceflux person can be a sexual empath, picking up the sexual energies of others when they are either in the same room or a different room all together.

and just because someone is Heteroromantic-Ace, doesn’t mean they should be exclude from the LGBT Community, even if some will still welcome them.

and even if some might not believe that a Ace can end up being a sexual empath, but it might be very rare.

I’m not sure if there are many Aces that are sexual empaths,

and didn’t figure it out until they started to wear gem bracelets to protect themselves.

I think I’m the only one I know of that is doing that.

of course when I had first started to wear a bracelet,

it was because of a dream that felt too real and I was in between awake and asleep and then I was scared awake...

it was also dark and I was laying on my back, that is part of what I remember before being scared awake.

and I can’t tell my family I’m one, or how I believe it had first started.

I rather not talk about that right now.

but the whole me rather being a part of a Neo-LGBT doesn’t really have to do with my being Aceflux, well technically Aroaceflux.

it is for different reasons,

of course I will have to be in the closet about being part of a Neo-LGBT Community......wait, is there already a Neo version...?

well I guess I’m fine being a solo member for now.

at least not everyone in the LGBT Community made false accusations on Scott.

and I’m not sure if my pendulum is being 100% truthful,

when I asked about Scott’s sexuality, I mean when I asked if he was Hetero,

I was given a No, but when I asked if he was Pan, I got a Yes.

but that might not be true,

I mean I guess there is a possibility that it could be true.

but maybe I should throw some salt on my pendulum later.

and if it turn out those questions were true, and I was being given a truthful answer.

then it might make others sorry for bullying him.

plus I want to point out, that you can’t just keep hating someone

who believed the lies that they were taught while growing up

about how a different gender identity from your bio-sex one

or not being hetero, is evil.

it’s only when they end up seeing the truth that they might end up discovering

that they aren’t hetero, and might just be bi or pan instead.

I wanted to tell my my family about me being on the Asexual Spectrum,

well the flux type of it.

but I wanted to get their view on it first, about the Asexuality.

like I had said before, it didn’t work out too well.

and I had to make it seem I wasn’t Asexual at all.

even though I was asked if I was, I didn’t say Yes and made sure to not give away I was one.

then when I went to my room, I started crying.

how I reacted was perfectly normal, as I had found out when I found some info about how a parent shouldn’t disapprove of it.

I love my family, but it’s best that I never come out of the protective closets I place myself in, that I can only come out online.

also I’m gonna try to relax and try to just hope the FNAF series keeps alive and there really being a successor who will continue it.

well now that I know the one who partly more responsible,

is a Toxic Game Journalist........

that person sucks, they suck and I hate them so much.

any Toxic-Journalist that dares do what that one did,

they are just as bad as the paparazzi that harassed a distant cousin of mine.

and if their lies is what got everyone mad at Scott,

at least not everyone, but still.....

I hope that Toxic Game Journalist who started it all,

will get the karma they deserve after they screwed everything up.

and yes while writing this, I wanted to look up more info about the whole FNAF and Scott Cawthon thing.

and it does appear that the root is a toxic game journalist.

and if I had to put two and two together,

I say the Youtube Video that peeved me off before,

that had to do with a doxxing of Scott and [Redacted]

and if had to do with that disgusting filth of a shisno.

if the info had happen some time after that whole mess happen,

then it means that that disgusting human whoever they are,

is the cause of it.

and there is a reason why I put [Redacted]

as I do not wish for the other person/creator of another series,

to be mentioned in this.

Cancel Culture is Evil, even if something does get cancelled,

it shouldn’t involve the cancel culture cult.

don’t blame the content, blame the parents.

Pepe Le Pew deserved better,

he could of been added into the Space Jam 2 Movie,

if he got character development.

he could still flirt, but would learn to keep it a bit more friendly,

and not force himself on a gal he likes.

ya don’t see girl characters being treated the way he has been treated,

Pepe deserves better, not just Amy Rose, Dot Warner and Fifi La Fume.

that is being sexist towards Pepe.

and it’s sexist for women and even some men,

to assume if a guy wears pink or uses a pink straw, he might not be consider a man.

so wait, if a woman wearing a blue shirt or uses a blue straw, she is still a woman...?

only a real man wears pink, uses a pink straw and even cries.

and I really hope there is a Anti-Cancel Culture Group to put that shisno group in their place.

I want to try to hope things get better, and the FNAF will continue,

and Scott will get a apology from those who had believed that shisno.

maybe I should avoid looking more info about it.

I just need to try to do the self healing and hope everything gets better,

and hope it isn’t a cruel joke about there being a successor.

I guess I can try to look it up more about it to check to be sure if it is true.

I’m gonna check a few more stuff on here first, before I sign off.

and I hope some of you understand why I’m upset about what happen with Scott.

it isn’t right what happen, and how it happen.

and no matter if he supported Trump or not, there is some lines that should never cross when it comes to a dislike of a president or former president.

but if it came to picking him or the evil woman, I would only pick him to keep the babies safe.....but I’m not sure if the rumor about Hillary Clinton is true or not,

I mean when I had found out about it, I was praying she wouldn’t become president because I was worried about the innocent lives.

but if the rumors still turn out to be 100% true, I still don’t want her as the first Madam President.

I don’t even trust Biden very much, but I will have to try to hope and pray everything will be okay.

like I said, I don’t fully trust Real Life Presidents.

the best thing I can do is hope and pray that everything will work out.

for real, this will be the last post until July.

but I wont sign back in and post anything again until July 5th.

I’m still listening to Lily Allen’s song, I’m gonna listen to it a few more times.

anyway not all of you might agree with all I said,

and I’m not gonna force you to...

so see ya later, stay safe and beware of shisno.

PS:

Please Do Not Misinterpret anything that was wrote in this.

and I’m gonna hope that not everyone believed that bull about Scott being a Anti-LGBT.

and I do hope the shisno who started that mess, will get karma for what they did and causing FNAF to be almost cancelled for good.

and it better not be cancelled for good,

and there better be truth to the whole successor to the game series.

and if it turns out that my pendulum isn’t joking about Scott’s sexuality,

if it turns out to be 100% true and not a prank my pendulum is pulling.

then I hope he gets a lot of apologizes, not only from the other stuff,

but also about the Anti-LGBT calling.

#self healing #need alone time to heal #five nights at freddy's #someone please adopt five nights at freddy's #successor #neo-lgbt community #beware of shisno

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sevenincubistolemyheart · 4 years

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I saw you call yourself a teen wolf slut so with that in mind who is your favorite/least favorite teen wolf character and why👀😏

Gasp!

You...ooh this is so hard!!

Teen Wolf is actually my favorite show of all time so...I can't help myself I'm doing top 3 favorites and top 3 least IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER i can't choose between my 3 loves-

Okay, here we go! Hope this is to your liking anon!

Favorites:

Stiles Stillinski(but especially Void):

Ohhh Stiles. Dylan O'Brien is still my favorite actor of all time to this day for this role. The one actor I follow and watch every movie he's in. What a genius. I'm serious.

His body language? Spot on. Expressions? Memorable as heck. Line delivery? Amazing. Acting ability? Astronomical.

Normal Stiles already had such a fucking RANGE; from sarcastic and funny to depressed to excitable to hateful. Ugh. Brilliant. And then Void came in and it was like something in him literally snapped. I've still never seen anything like it. He looks so...so at home in his role as Void. Part of what makes him unnerving as shit in my opinion.

Truly masterful.

...and yet another one to owe my fear kink to after Scream and Billy Loomis. Blame him for Void being in Tainting Purity. Important to note that although his name is Void and he uses Dylan O'Brien as a face claim he actually isn't the one from the show. He's still his own character. I just...had to use Dylan because he was so perfect. 😅

Allison Argent:

I made the tough decision to replace Aidens spot on this list with my girl. She's...so me it hurts. Her monologue about not wanting to weak is still something I'll go watch when I feel lost. All the female characters of this show helped shape a lil piece of who I am but she had the biggest relatability at first and damn did it stick. Right to the very end. 😭

Issac Lahey:

So...Issac was a BIG self comfort for me. Nearly every character in this show can and is that for me but him especially shhh. Isaac's story deeply touched me with his father. I went through some stuff as you guys may have seen earlier today although not physical or half as intense as Issacs. It still served as this reminder that I wasn't alone.

And seeing him develop connections, slowly open up, fight through his trauma to create HIS family?

Damn. That shit got me.

Also; I may have been desperate to be ler'd and/or absolutely reamed by him and Aiden since that one scene in the track field. Curse my love of Bully/Bullied but sign me tf up- give me a protective, friend Issac which Aiden picks up on and then wants her for himself. Competition endues until eventual threesome at Readers behest.

Least Favorite(This kinda turned into a second fave list whoops-)

Little note that I find something to like in nearly every character so even the people here have good in some regard!

Gerard:

Ah Gerard. There from the beginning there to the end. What a crafty son of a gun...lucky for us Scott was craftier and had his friends to back him up hn?

His first use with the Kanima was probably my favorite but he was just...so evil ugh. And not in the good way. It was between him and Monroe and he won out since he was around so much longer.

Peter:

...Peter is that guy everyone hates to love but does anyway XD. His dry sarcasm and banter with Stiles are iconic- BUT his morals are grey as shitttttt. And he's selfish as Hell. Which I mean, fair. But still.

Theo:

Okay I needed to get my evil sadist baby on the list somehow okay-!? I fear him and I love that he makes me scared and feeds my filthy fear kink gonna be honest. Was in love from the very first twist scene with his "parents". Need to be wrecked by him and Void yesterday!

...maybe I have a lil bit of a villain threesome need with this show whoops 🤷‍♀️

Honorable mention to Ducalion because Gideon Emery is another fave of mine(him, Cody(Theo) and Tyler(Derek) actually just worked together on FF7 remake fun fact. I screamed and was so proud they all killed it!) And his ark was AMAZING. That ending with Scott? PLEASE.

Same to Ethan, and more begrudgingly Jackson. Didn't really earn it thanks to the lack of screen time but I'll give it to 'im cause of Ethan and that iconic scene from the last season as well as their chemistry.

Let's see...oh Derek and Lydia of course. Scott as well as Melissa. Gods, Chris too...too many good characters like I said 🤣.

...Also Danny. My baby boy deserved better. Much as I loved my 2nd gay baby Corey Danny was the OG and we never got any explanation for why he knew about supes. I headcanon that he's a Seer personally!

Okay this got super long! Hope you like it dear anon like I said it's my fave show so fee free to ask anything you like! I have tons of fandoms guys so chat me up about Miraculous Ladybug, Undertale, Xenoblade Chronicles 1 and 2(haven't finished 1 yet but have 2), Scream(horror in general), and Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts and Zelda games! Oh and The World Ends With You of course!

Okay have a great day y'all gonna doze but I'll answer everything when I'm back up at 7!

I'm looking forward to lots of asks hopefully~

#sheridan summarizes #sismh: asks #sismh: anon #positivity

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FIC: Six Steps To Finding Your Place In The World (spicyhoney, stand alone)

Summary: It's been three years since the other Universes found their way through the barrier and to the surface. Underfell might be running late, but they made it, and Edge is left searching for his place in this new world.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Underfell Bros, Underswap Bros, Undertale Bros, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Break Up and Make Up

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First Step

It was fascinating, in a way, to see how much could change in only three years.

Three years since the other Universes found their way to the surface, each led by a Human child whose mercy brought Monsters from the Underground. Three years since Undertale and Underswap walked out into the sunshine for the first time and left the mountain behind. Three years that it had taken Underfell to do the same, for a world of Monsters who knew only violence to find enough peace in their souls for their Human to break the barrier.

Three years since he’d seen the others. The other skeletons, Sans and Papyrus, Stretch and Blue.

Stretch.

Edge’s first sight of the sun was awe-inspiring, worthy of contemplative silence and he stood at the cliffside gazing at it even as the others from Underfell chattered excitedly around him. The sun, the surface, he’d never expected to see either. Just as he’d never expected to see anyone from the other Universes again. Monsters leaving the Underground and the breaking of the barrier meant the source of magic for the Machine would be gone; there would be no traveling between the other worlds. No visits, no gatherings to fight over what movie to watch. No nights spent with a slim, warm skeletal body curled up next to him in his bed, watching Stretch sleep.

It was done, over, a gift borrowed for the briefest of time. Until they managed to get to their shared surface world, led by a smiling child.

Edge never expected to be standing in a house in the dubiously named New New Home, surrounded by other skeletons who greeted him and Red with varying levels of excitement.

“It’s so wonderful that you’re finally here!” Blue burbled excitedly. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt proclaiming him to be a ‘Smol Boi!’, and how strange it was to see him and Papyrus both no longer wearing their battle bodies. It made Edge unfairly aware of his own uniform, somewhat ragged from being constantly worn and dirtied from traveling to the Above.

“yeah, ‘bout time you two got here,�� Sans drawled. “we weren’t gonna hold dinner forever, y’know. glad you decided to show up, now we can ketchup.” His clothing was newer but at least familiar, a hoodie and shorts, slippers abandoned for sneakers.

“Dinner,” Edge agreed, somewhat weakly. Truthfully, he was exhausted. He’d had no rest since the final...battle? He wasn’t sure what to call it; his memories were dreamily blurred and he’d woken to find the barrier destroyed and the surface world waiting for them.

“Do not pay attention to my brother!” Papyrus declared. “There is no need for us to hold dinner, we have a perfectly fine table to put it on!” His own ‘Tall Boi!’ t-shirt was a partner to Blue’s. No sharpie scribbles on these ones, they were properly made and fitted. All of them were dressed in proper clothes that weren’t scrounged from the dump to be carefully patched and repaired. Even the one person who didn’t greet them.

Standing on the far side of the living room, leaning against the stair bannister. Edge met his gaze, pale white eye lights looking impassively back.

Three years.

Looking at Stretch was reminiscent of his first sight of the sun and he wanted to drink it in, to bask in the sight of him. Gone was the well-worn hoodie and cargo pants of Underswap. He was wearing khakis and an orange plaid button down with a plain white t-shirt beneath. It looked good on him, but it wasn’t his clothes that Edge wanted to see.

The others crowded around them and Edge only looked at Stretch, no longer hearing any of their excited exclamations or puns. He stood watching as Stretch silently turned around and walked away, slipping out the front door.

Blue at least noticed him leaving. His cheery smile faltered briefly, then came back with forced enthusiasm. “Don’t mind Papy, I’m sure he’ll be back soon! You two must be exhausted, goodness, yes! I remember what it was like,” he trailed off, uncertainly, “um, I think! It was all very confusing. But come on, let me show you your rooms!”

He allowed Blue to pull him upstairs, still chattering, Red following up behind and Papyrus at his heels.

The bedroom he was given was plain, utilitarian, but the bed was made and felt incredibly soft on his aching bones as he laid down on it without even stripping off his dirty uniform. He was asleep from almost the moment his skull hit the pillow, dreamless and deep.

It would be some time before he saw Stretch again and by then, it was mostly over with, anyway.

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Second Step

The next morning, he rose guiltily at nearly noon to find a neat pile of clothing sitting on the room’s sole chair. With it was a note written in Papyrus’s fierce handwriting, again welcoming him to their new home and offering the clothes to borrow until Edge was able to get some of his own.

With some trepidation, he unfolded the stack and was relieved to find it was merely a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He dressed quickly, venturing downstairs to find the living room empty and music coming faintly from a nearby room.

Warily, he pushed open the door to find Blue standing on a stepstool, singing brightly along with the music as he washed dishes. The words weren’t ones Edge understood and reminded him of the anime that Undyne was so fond of, the tones of singsong happiness filling the air.

“Good morning,” Edge called, loud enough to be heard over the cheer. Then he lunged forward to catch hold of Blue before he fell off the stepstool as he nearly shrieked in surprise. The three of them wobbled together, him, Blue, and the stepstool, in a strange parody of a dance before they caught their balance, gravity thwarted.

“Oh, my, you scared the life out of me,” Blue laughed. A bright flush lit in his cheeks, the color a match to his namesake and Edge realized he was still holding Blue in his arms. Hastily, he drew back, a flush warming his own cheeks.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to--”

Blue waved him off before he could even finish, hopping down to shoo him into one of the kitchen chairs. “Nonsense, it wasn’t your fault! Sit, sit, let me make you some breakfast, you must be starving!”

The mere mention of food sent his magic eagerly roiling, but simply taking a meal with no way of repaying did not sit well with Edge. He was already borrowing a place to sleep and the clothing on his back. At least in the Underground he’d been able to trade meal for meal with the others.

But he also did not currently have another option.

“If you’ll let me borrow some ingredients, I can cook myself,” Edge offered. It was a weak compromise at best, but made the idea of borrowing easier to swallow.

A concept that Blue dismissed with a scoff, setting a frypan on what looked to be a very nice stove, indeed. “Borrowing, don’t be silly! We all share here, that’s the way we like it! And it’s no trouble at all to make another breakfast, you just sit there, I’m sure you’re still getting your bearings.” Blue chuckled as he began rummaging through the refrigerator. “I may as well make extra, anyway, your brother always had a good appetite! Maybe the smell will entice him down.”

“That always seemed to work for your brother, perhaps he’ll come down as well,” Edge said. It dredged up memories he’d pushed aside for some three years now, of Stretch sound asleep, his face slowly scrunching up as the smell of coffee and delicious food wafted to him. It was doubtful he was even fully awake when he rolled to his feet and began shambling after it, and true wakefulness only came after at least one cup of coffee. There had been more than one morning of that in Underfell and Underswap alike and Edge began to brace himself to see Stretch again.

Blue froze for a moment, his smile faltering. “Oh, um. Papy’s already gone to work this morning.”

That...that was unexpected, and Edge couldn’t say what expression was on his face as Blue said with uncommon gentleness, “Of course you wouldn’t know. He’s a teacher. Well, a professor, really, he and Sans work at the community college.”

“They’re both teachers?” Edge blurted and it was impossible to keep the disbelief from his voice.

“Professors,” Blue corrected lightly. He cracked eggs into the hot pan with a loud sizzle. “Papy is always reminding me of that. And of course, they do have their PhD’s!”

That was true, they did, and yet, both of them worked as sentries and food vendors underground instead of putting those degrees to use, with an occasional side trip into standup comedy. That mental image was due for an upgrade, it seemed, disorienting as it was.

Before Edge could ask anything else, the toaster popped up and Blue was bustling over to it, snatching up the toast and adding it to the plate. In no time, it was slid in front of Edge, two pieces of well-buttered toast, eggs cooked perfectly over easy, and a side of what Edge knew to be bacon though he’d never had it before, cooked to what he was sure was crisp perfection.

Again, his memories weren’t matching up to what he was seeing. Blue and Papyrus both cooked with enthusiasm but very little skill and more than once they’d all spent an evening gamely chewing their way through lasagna or spaghetti that managed somehow to be both overcooked and still crunchy in the same mouthful. His own cooking skills were only marginally better and only because he was more accustomed to making do with whatever provisions could be found.

This offering was worthy of a Mettaton special and Blue was beaming at him, waiting for him to begin.

Slowly, Edge picked up his fork. He cut into the egg, the yolk bursting and bleeding its sunny yellow over the plate. It was delicious and Edge didn’t allow the faint nausea muddying his magic to stop him from eating every bite.

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Third Step

It was four days after his first meal Aboveground and well past midnight when Edge was sitting up in the living room alone, watching the television.

Underground the only channels were ones of Mettaton, for live shows and reruns. The sheer amount of things to watch here was boggling, almost disturbingly so. Netflix alone could fill years’ worth of time.

Edge was starting on the third season of Stranger Things when the front door opened and Papyrus came in. He was in his chef’s uniform, still nearly pristine despite his long shift.

His coat was halfway off before he saw Edge and he blinked in surprise, “Oh! Good evening!”

“Good evening,” Edge didn’t move, his gaze on Hopper as he began to argue with the girl-child El about her spending time with that foolish boy.

It was what he’d been doing all day, episode after episode, until even the television asked him if he wanted to continue watching. All Edge did was press the button to resume the program and settled back on the sofa.

His peace at seeing the sun for the first time had morphed into this, days where he was at loose ends with nothing to do, no place to go. Blue had a cleaning schedule well established for the house, the others all had their jobs, his brother was venturing to the college with Sans and whether or not he chose to dust off his own PhD, Edge was certain he would find a use for himself.

Even Undyne was tentatively starting to work for the Embassy, although when she’d called, she’d told Edge with a laugh that she’d decided Felldyne was a damned stupid name and she’d be going with Dyna, instead. Really, it had been an unsubtle invitation for him to join her and Edge had very unsubtly refused. Babysitting duty for ex-royalty held no appeal for him and by the end of the call, he still hadn’t remembered to call her by her new name.

The surface world had no call for an ex-captain of the guard; his entire life’s goal, the title he strove so hard to be worthy of vanished with a single step into the sunshine. And the other option--

“Have you given any more thought about coming to the restaurant with me?” Papyrus asked brightly. “Because the owner has said that even without training, he trusts my judgement and he is sure you will be an excellent addition to our team and of course won’t burn the restaurant down on your first day.”

“I will consider it,” Edge said, for perhaps the tenth time, and every time he had no intention of doing any such thing.

Papyrus only nodded, taking off his shoes and lining them up at the door. He tutted and shook his head at the two sets of sneakers jumbled into a pile, Sans and Red’s, and lined them up as well. Guilt rose heavily in Edge’s soul, he’d been sitting here all day and night and never thought to straighten them himself, been here for nearly a week, consuming their food and taking their shelter, offering nothing in return and--

“Just so you know, if you’re waiting up, he won’t be home tonight.” That jarred him from his circling thoughts and Edge finally glanced at Papyrus, meeting what was surely a gratingly pitying look.

“I beg your pardon?” Edge said stiffly. “I don’t believe I asked about anyone.”

“Of course you didn’t!” Papyrus said with that relentless cheer. “But if you had, I would tell you that tonight is Astronomy club night and people that we aren’t asking about don’t come home or if they do, they don’t use the front door because some other people can’t sleep through it opening and closing, even if they try to be very, very quiet!”

Edge only returned his gaze to the television, picking up the controller to change the program. Papyrus started up the stairs before he said, quietly, “Thank you.”

“It will be all right, you’ll see. You’re on the surface!” Papyrus said cheerily. “Things are better here!”

Edge leaned back on the sofa to watch a cartoon sponge attempt to make some sort of hamburger. It was the closest he wanted to get to being a chef.

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Fourth Step

“he’s not seeing anyone. if you were wondering.”

Edge was not wondering about that at all. What he was doing was attempting to see what it was about naps that his brother had always found so enticing over the years. Thus far, all Edge was learning was that he was as terrible at this as anything else on the surface.

He rolled over to glare at Sans, who only looked back peaceably, his ever-present smirk unchanged. It would be pointless to pretend he didn’t know what Sans was referring to and in the interest of getting this over with, Edge told him shortly, “I gave up my right to wonder about that some three years ago.”

That smile tightened, Sans’s eye lights shrinking. “yeah, i know. we all know.” He tucked his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth from toes to heels. “he took it real hard. i mean, who wouldn’t. thought you guys were the real deal and then one day the kids show up and our worlds break through to the surface. he comes to me and says he’s gonna stay in the underground with you. asked me to look after his bro for him, said he couldn’t leave you and red alone. but the next day, he comes back and he’s got nothing to say at all. not for a long time.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Edge said hoarsely. He didn’t want to imagine it. He had enough memories of his own from that day.

Sans only shrugged. “dunno. thought you might be curious, is all.”

“Thank you ever so much for your help then, if you’ll excuse me.” Edge rolled back over, giving Sans his back even as warnings crawled up his spine, his brother’s voice, never turn your back on anyone, ever, fucking never.

A loud snort. “yeah, you look real busy. i’ll let you get back to that.”

Soft footsteps that led out his door, the click of it closing. Edge curled around his pillow, holding it tightly to where his soul was aching, dull and heavy.

Edge ignored it, tried to ignore it all. He was napping. All of that was old news and it had been for the best. The memory of Stretch’s expression, of his tears when Edge shouted at him to get out of his world and his life, weren’t what was important. What was important was that Stretch didn’t waste his life in Underfell where they were never meant to reach the surface. Stretch deserved sunshine and Edge was never supposed to be able to offer it.

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Fifth Step

“all right, get the fuck out of bed.”

Edge snarled as the covers were ripped off him, leaning up on one elbow to glare at his brother. A useless attempt, Red only glared back, blankets dangling from his grip as his gaze swept over Edge in a brutally unimpressed assessment.

With a groan, Edge flopped back on the mattress and closed his sockets, “Go away.”

He heard his brother sigh. “bro. never thought i’d be saying this. you need to get out of this house.”

Edge didn’t open his sockets. “What’s the point?”

“what was the point of coming to the surface at all?” Red countered. “you wanted to stay in the fucking underground waiting for your turn in a dustpan? go out, see the sights! go check out those cockmobiles you were always so eager to see, take ‘em out on a test drive. we’ll be getting our stipends by the end of the week.”

Thinking about that made a sour taste form at the back of his mouth, slimy and bitter. “Charity.”

“more like socialism,” Red snorted loudly, shoving his hands into his pockets. At that moment, his resemblance to Sans was eerie, especially the way he was intruding on Edge’s life. “but whatever, it’s money for all monsters, not all monsters except your scrawny ass. get up and go spend some of it.”

“On what?” Edge asked listlessly. “There’s nothing here I want. Give it to Blue to put towards groceries and let me sleep.”

“nope, you’re done sleeping. get up.” He heard the ting of blue magic at the same moment Red used his hold on Edge’s soul to yank him from the bed, dumping him to the floor. He sat up, spitting curses that only drew a chuckle from his brother, asshole that he was.

“I don’t need to get up,” Edge snapped. “There is nothing to get up for! I’m nothing here! Useless!”

The slap caught him so by surprise he didn’t even summon an attack, too busy gaping at his brother. Slowly, Edge raised a hand, touching his stinging cheek bone wonderingly. In all their years in Underfell, despite anything that happened, Red had never raised a hand to him. Another change for the Aboveground and Edge blinked hard, inexplicably hurt in a way that had nothing to do with the blow.

Red’s eye lights were blazing and Edge nearly shrank from the heat of his crimson gaze. “you shut your fucking mouth about my baby brother,” Red told him, low, “and you get out of this fucking room before i drag you out. you hear me?”

For a long moment there was nothing in the universe but the two of them, the surface world melting away and it was like being Underground, Red warning him, watching out for him, always.

Edge looked away first, muttering out, “Fine.”

Sharp fingertips caught his chin, forcing him to look back. Red studied his face for a long moment, searching for what, Edge didn’t know. Finally, he nodded. “good. you want to be something here? that’s just fine but you ain’t gonna find it laying here molding in this fucking room. go get some of your own clothes, at least, you look like paps’s stunt double.”

That stung almost as much as the slap. Edge rolled to his feet, glancing reluctantly at the dresser where the single pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt proclaiming the wearer a ‘font geek’ waited for him. “I will if you leave. I’ll go out today.”

“good enough.” Red turned away, hesitating at the door to call over his shoulder, “and bro? just talk to him. lance the boil.”

Edge paused with the fresh t-shirt halfway over his head. “Lance a boil? What does that even mean?”

Red’s unpleasant smile said that he noticed Edge said nothing about talking to anyone, but he seemed willing to let that go for now. “google it, if you’re brave. doctor pimple popper changed my whole fucking life.”

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Sixth Step

He could admit, grudgingly, that his brother was right. It was better to get out of the room. Despite his fears that Blue would think he was intruding, he was instead delighted for help around the house. And also for a trip to the mall, and while being around so many Humans was discomfiting, the store was one that catered to Monsters and knew Blue well. They helped Edge find some clothing more suited to his own tastes. Jeans and plainer t-shirts, a comfortable leather jacket and boots.

He started to spend more time with Blue in the kitchen, helping him make dinner and fold laundry. In the afternoon, he took a walk around the block and it was uncomfortable how many of the other Monsters called out greetings to him, offering smiles at his mere presence when in the Underground Monsters would scurry hastily out of his path, casting furtive glances at him as they fled. Strange, yes, but he was slowly getting used to it. He’d even called Dyna back, no longer Undyne he reminded himself, and hesitantly asked about her work at the Embassy. Her enthusiasm very nearly left bruises through the phone line, but he was going in tomorrow. Just to see what she did.

It was better, some, and Edge was mostly doing all right, he thought.

Mostly.

“Could you please take out the trash for me?” Blue asked from his position on the stepstool. He was teaching Edge to make fresh pasta and while it was nothing like Und--Dyna’s methods, he had no doubt the taste would be better.

The bin next to Blue was close to overflowing. “Of course.”

Edge gathered up the bag, pulling the drawstring tight to carry it outside to the cans. Even trash was something of an anomaly here, it was honestly appalling what was thrown away. In Underfell, he would have used those vegetable scraps for stock. He’d watched a show on Netflix about composting, perhaps he could—

He stopped. Stretch was standing at the end of the driveway, right next to the bin where the trash cans were stored. He was leaning against the side, smoking and the way he was turned meant he hadn’t seen Edge yet. Perhaps that was why he was still there.

Lance the boil, Red had said, and the videos had been revolting enough to nearly send him gagging to the toilet, but Edge did get the metaphor. He walked closer as silently as he could, half-expected Stretch to simply teleport away as he said, softly, “Stretch?”

Stretch didn’t vanish into the void, but he did startle, whirling around to look at him. Again, the memory of before overlapped with the now. He was wearing another button up, this one a deep green that made for a lovely contrast with his magic. The cigarette held loosely between his fingers was familiar, the lazy slouch, those pale eye lights set into a well-known face. Less so was his closed off expression, coolly assessing Edge even as he raised the cigarette to take a long, slow drag, breathing out a cloud of smoke.

“really?” he snorted. “you’ve been here for how long and don’t even know that i don’t go by stretch anymore?” He dropped the still smoldering butt into a coffee can that was sitting at the base of the trash bin, fishing a pack out of his shirt pocket and Edge only stood, trash bag still in his hands as he watched Stretch…not-Stretch?...go through the ritual of lighting another, closing his lighter with a decisive flick. Words came, couched with another breath of smoke. “decided that papyrus getting to claim the whole name was bullshit. i’ve been rus for two years now.” His smile was sharp enough to cut and Edge dimly wondered if it had, because his soul felt it like a wound. “if you’re looking for a chance at a name change, paps is pretty much taken, but hey, pyr is always an option.”

Edge’s mouth felt too-dry, his tongue stiff as he managed, “My apologies. Rus. I…you’re still smoking.”

It was the wrong thing to say. Rus chuckled unpleasantly and took another long drag, tongue curling as he exhaled a perfect smoke ring. “and you’re still charmingly observant.” He started to turn away, “see you around, edgelord.”

“Wait,” Edge blurted, fumbling for words that needed to be said, because if he didn’t lance this, the infection would spread. Spread and deepen, until the damage was too much to bear. “Please. I...I only wanted to apologize. For hurting you.”

“for hurting me,” Stretch, no, damn it, Rus, said slowly. “oh, well, go on then, let’s hear it. i mean, not that you didn’t have plenty to say that last time. what was it you said? oh, do let me think.” He tapped a long finger against his teeth, face twisted into mocking thought. “can’t recollect it all, but i seem to remember it ended with you saying that i was no better than a cheap whore that needed to get the fuck out of your world, think that was it.”

The ugliness of those words made Edge flinch as they hadn’t when he’d said them in the Underground, each one spoken with cold deliberation while Rus stood in front of him, silent tears trailing down his face.

“I know.” Edge hated the desperation in his voice, unable to stop it. “I know what I said was unforgivable, but I couldn’t let you stay underground for me. You needed to be on the surface with your brother. Saying those things was the only way I could think to drive you away.” On the surface, where he belonged and Edge never did.

“yeah, i know.” The tip of Rus’s cigarette glowed cherry-red as he inhaled, a cylinder of ash falling to the ground.

Edge stared at him, uncomprehending. “You...know?”

Rus laughed humorlessly. “Of course i know, how fucking stupid do you think i am? you think i didn’t know what you were doing?” Rus offered him a thin, sour smile. “not at the time, of course. had to give it a think. see, what gets me is you thinking you get to decide for both of us what’s best, just like you always did. don’t know why i expected anything else.” Rus flicked his cigarette butt into the rusty coffee can. ”that all you had?”

“Yes.” The trash bag was still heavy in his hands, but Edge struggled with the urge to simply flee back inside and...he didn’t know. Crawl back into his bed? Hide in his room again, away from the world and the overbearing sun?

The pain in his soul only worsened as Rus’s mouth twisted, “so that’s it, huh. what were you hoping for? to step right back in like nothing changed? it’s been three years, edge. i’m not even the same person anymore. i wasn’t sitting around with a thumb up my ass waiting for you.”

“I never expected you to,” Edge whispered numbly. He’d hoped for the exact opposite, wanted him to be happy. He’d spent three years imagining Rus on the surface, spent nights torturing himself with thoughts of who he might be with, what he might be doing, never expecting to ever stand before him and see he was still alone. “I only wanted—”

He couldn’t finish, choking on the words. Edge clumsily brushed past Rus to the trash bins, tossing the bag in his hands inside without even looking and turned away. Before he could head back towards the house, a hand lashed out, catching him by the elbow and if Rus tried to strike him, slap him as Red had or simply send an attack at him, Edge would have let him.

Instead, Rus only said, lightly, “i mean, after all this time? if you’re gonna start over, you need a first date, and you haven’t even asked me out.”

It took a moment for those words to penetrate and when they did, the thin trickle of hope was nearly unbearable, like the first ray of sunshine after a lifetime of darkness. “I wouldn’t know where to take you.”

“huh. good point,” Rus said, thoughtfully. “sounds like it's up to me and luckily, i have learned all the best places in ebott. i could take you bowling.”

“I only have the vaguest idea what that is,” Edge admitted.

“good because i suck at it.” That soft, lopsided smile was one Edge knew, so terribly well, his own private sunshine from beneath the mountain that he’d learned to live without and if it was tremulous, uncertain, it firmed as Rus said, softly, ”i've missed you, you shit.”

Hearing that made his soul soar, shedding that leftover pain. Edge took a shaky breath, let it out. “I missed you, too. Rus.”

That precious, perfect smile widened. “nah, you don’t know rus yet. but you will.”

Rus held out his hand and Edge took it, curling their fingers gently together. His hand was warm and so was his mouth, still faintly smoky and layered with sweetness beneath. There was a strange spice as well, salty-wet, and Edge only realized it was his own tears when Rus cupped his face with his free hand, trying and failing to smooth them away.

“shh, it’s okay,” Rus whispered against his mouth, “it’ll be okay, i promise. come on.” He let Rus pull him along, following behind and ready to go anywhere at all as he led them both out into the sun.

Maybe, just maybe, Edge could find a place here, after all.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #standalone

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

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

Chapter Seven | Dogsong (Part 1 of 2)

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A strong and persistent, ticklish feeling on your nose wakes you up with a sneeze.

Albeit, your face is far too puffy now for you to even see what's going on, not including the fact that you're not wearing either contacts or glasses presently -- and not that you even remember where your glasses ended up on after you passed out yesterday. It's all one big blur both in terms of your eyesight and your mind. The only few things you remember after waking up in a hospital bed was Sans at the very beginning of it all, along with your aunt arriving with some fresh clothes plus basic toiletries for you to use and change into after a shower. The rest of your memories are muddled to a point where you can't even remember where your belongings are, how long you've slept, or what hour it is.

The pressure you feel on your chest paired up with a few energetic woofs and a lick at your face let you know who's the product of your allergy. Thankfully though, the dog understands when you tell him you have to stand up. He barks again and jumps off of you, giving you freedom to move and try to feel around for your phone.

Doubt hits you when you find it, and you start to wonder if calling anyone's even necessary, keeping in mind that your emergency's mostly a puffy face and an itchy nose, coupled with blurry eyesight.

Surely, you could find your medicine just as you did with your phone, and worst case scenario, you could wait until a nurse or a doctor came around; your allergy wasn't that bad, anyway.

You try to search for the medicine all on your own first, though it results in you having to question the very same root of your problem for help. "Could you help me find my bag?" you ask, facing down with a smile at where you assume the dog's at. How he got inside a hospital room's left unknown to you, but now's not the time to be worrying about that. "It should be around-"

Before you can even finish your sentence, the dog barks once and runs off, becoming an even fainter, white blur as he leaves your side. Soon enough though, he returns with what you assume are your belongings, based on the colour of the bag's material alone, its dark brown contrasting with his white fur. "Thank you," you say, taking the bag from his mouth. You then sit down in bed and rummage through your belongings until you find some allergy pills and a half-drunken, lukewarm, bottled water, plus the new bottle your aunt had brought you. Compared to the one you packed up for yesterday, it's still ice-cold to the touch, and it's twice the size as a regular one.

A yawn, a headache, and a painful stretch intervene with your mission, so you decide to wash up first before taking any medicine. Countless hours of sleep meant lethargy was just around the corner were you to be tempted to lay down again, so you stumble your way to the bathroom and freshen yourself up, a daily routine adjusted to go by quicker when you hear the door of your room open and the dog bark at the new visitor. Happy woofs inform you you're not in any sort of danger, though you could still use whatever company there's waiting for you with how long it feels since you've last had a talk with someone unrelated to how your health was doing and what happened back at the bus.

"Hey, bud. What're ya doing 'ere? You know (Y/N)'s allergic to you."

"Woof-woof!"

The exchange between the new voice and the dog are the first few words you can hear while you wrap things up, though the dog runs back to your side as soon as you open the door and return to your bed.

"Don't," the visitor warns, whistling for the dog to approach him and chuckling when he runs off to his side. "You're gonna get 'em hospitalized again if you keep doin' this."

The dog distracts himself with the visitor while you take your pills and down them with some water. All that's left is to find your glasses while your face recovers, though as much as you try searching for them or your other alternative, you can't find them among all the other items scattered inside. Most first aid items are felt tampered with, bringing forth the unwanted memory of what you'd been through yesterday and how you were still well under recovery.

"Good mornin', (L/N). Dunno how that doggo got here, but I'll make sure he doesn't break in again."

Another recognizable blur -- made up mostly of blue, black, and white smudges -- shows up in front of you and crouches to meet with your face. Weren't he so used to wearing such similar colours and casual outfits all the time, you would have a harder time distinguishing him beyond that of his low voice and New York accent. He scoots a bit closer and reaches out for your face, hands brushing with your ears as he slips on your glasses for you. It's as clear as day he's already regretting what he's done, judging by the way his gaze averts from yours when you're able to see clearly again.

"You alright? Your allergy's lookin' worse than yesterday's." While it's initially unclear as to why he hesitated after putting on your glasses for you, just one closer look through all the puffiness of your face lets you see a faint, microscopical hint of red on his cheekbones. "...Sorry 'bout touchin' you like that, by the way. Dunno what got into me, but, uh-"

"You mean you putting on my glasses for me?"

"Yeah -- That was way outta hand of me. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable."

You take a second to think over what he means with that -- mind still processing everything as quickly as an old desk computer -- until you remember how his brother tried to set you both up a while back.

If that was enough to get the one being set up all worked up around you even for the most trifling matters, you can't imagine how the monster's feeling now that he's taken such an intimate initiative with you, considering he could've simply offered you the glasses rather than slip them on for you. "That's okay." You snicker, dismissing his worry with a smile. "It's no big deal, really."

"Still, that was wrong of me." He smiles back at you, though that expression soon fades as he dwells deeper and longer into what's happened. "I did that without your knowledge, and we're not even friends yet. I took that, uh, incident back at the park too close to heart, so I'm not really sure what to do anymore or how close I should act with you." Sans takes a hand to the back of his neck, sighs, and rubs at it, inadvertently sitting next to you in bed as he contemplates the situation while facing the floor. "I need to tell Paps to stop settin' us up anymore in the future. Not only is it unfair for you with all the stuff you have goin' on. But well... I'm not too sure about what being in a relationship entails, either. I mean, seriously -- Being set up like this's really not my thing. Maybe it's different for others, but I just can't date a person or go out with 'em unless I'm real close to 'em." His shoulders stiffen, and he looks up at you with widened irises and a meek grin. "God, I'm… I'm not even sure why I'm tellin' you all this, though. It's-"

Remembering Papyrus's request, you intervene with, "Can I kiss your cheek, uh… bone? Maybe you could sort out your feelings a bit more if you try it."

Seemingly at a loss for words, the skeleton nods as a response.

You move a bit closer to him and press a quick kiss on his cheekbone, keeping all other limbs aside to prevent touching him anywhere else. His face turns a bit hotter now, similar though not as noticeable as when humans blush, so you assume he's going through the same thing despite those subtle differences. He looks away when you move back, though he faces you again when you ask, "How did that feel?"

There's a long beat of silence between you, until he eventually breaks it with, "It felt nice."

"Like in a platonic sort of sense, or otherwise?"

"...I'm not sure."

You hum and lose yourself in your thoughts, motivated by the kiss and his reaction to it. His body language is either good enough to mask any further embarrassment; that, or he just really didn't feel anything out of the ordinary when being kissed on the cheekbone. You try to think back on past experiences and remember how Jerry was a lot shyer than you when it came to being upfront and honest about your feelings with each other. Both your appearances deceived in that aspect, as your roles in twelve grade were like those of a high school movie clique: Jerry was a popular soccer athlete back then, while you were the quiet and lonesome nerd in charge of the library. You kissed him first though, and you were the first to admit your feelings for him after you discovered you liked both boys and girls alike.

"Well, how about this," you speak up, gaining his attention again. "Could you imagine yourself doing anything romantic with any of your past crushes, like kissing, hugging, or just… full-on making out?"

"Hard pass on the last one. Don't think I can imagine myself doing somethin' like that with someone -- unless I'm maybe really, really close to 'em. Other than that, well… I guess I wouldn't mind doin' all that other stuff."

"So if we both had a crush on each other, would you see yourself on a date with me? If you can't use me as an example, imagine someone else you're more comfortable with."

He looks away again. Still, he nods. "Just with none of that steamier stuff. I've heard some of my co-workers up here say they're all about this and that, and how often they do stuff like that with their partner, but I just can't really see myself in a situation like that one -- Or just… Not yet, at least."

"That's normal, then. Intimate stuff like that isn't for everyone." Your smile grows at the feeling that you're making progress with Papyrus's request. "Some are just fine with what you said, and others don't even have a need for romance in their lives. Just like marriage and children aren't for everyone, romance and sexual intimacy aren't, either."

"Thanks," he says, meeting your eyes with a less tense gaze of his own. "How did ya learn 'bout this kinda stuff, by the way? I think maybe Alphys and Undyne know a bit about this themselves, but, uh… I never had the guts to talk to 'em."

You grin. "So you ask a complete stranger about it?"

Thankfully, he knows you're joking and follows up to it by jabbing your side with his elbow. "You caught me in a vulnerable state."

"How so?" you ask, scooting closer on instinct.

"Things are different here at the Surface," he replies, suddenly wistful. "When you passed out yesterday, that reality hit me, and so I kinda just… froze at the thought of losing you."

"How's it different down there? Does… Does that mean if I were there, I wouldn't die as easily as I would here?"

"Not exactly. There's just a different system down there, and it helps strong-willed humans have a second chance and more at life."

"But strong-willed could mean both good people and not, right? How would you deal with bad ones, if it came to it?"

"That's where the whole situation with your kid takes place. It's not that we wanted to hurt 'em, but that there were plenty of factors that made us view humans as a threat back then. It was them who taught us there's another way around it. But then again, I think those points you've made're important, and that you really shouldn't just forgive us outta-"

"Time's up, mister Serif. The patient has other people who want to see them."

Nearly disheartened by how time runs short, you end it on that and make a (metaphorically) telepathic note to continue with the conversation during your tour, something you both agree on with a nod. There would be plenty of time to talk about that there, though that's not to say you don't want to have all that information discussed right here and now. "I don't think I've said this before, so… Thank you for all your help. I'm not sure I'd even be here if you hadn't been there at the bus for me." You pause and smile. "Friendly hug?"

Sans chuckles and sits down again. "Friendly hug." He takes up your offer faster than the first two times since you first met him. It feels far more natural now, almost as if the previous two had been reciprocated to, but with that doubt still on his mind, weighing him down. "This's probably really damn weird, but you're kinda… comfortable to hug."

"Okay, yeah. That's kinda weird." You laugh. "Comfortable as in soft or warm or-"

"Comfortable as in I could easily fall asleep on you if you keep huggin' me like this. But yeah -- That's probably the reason why."

"So you'd say you like cuddling, then?"

"Definitely better than all that other stuff."

"See that?" You let go of him and let your smile grow. "You're understanding yourself more already. That's good!"

"Is it? I thought I was too old for that."

"Oh, come on." You judge him. "You're a science wiz, aren't you? People all experience things differently and at different stages. You're being rude to yourself. Just give yourself a chance to grow and understand yourself a little more!"

"I'd hate to break you two up, but people are waiting outside."

You both freeze at the sound of the nurse's voice being so close now. She's standing nearby now rather than simply waiting by the doorway, an observation that makes you question just when she'd come closer and how much she'd heard you talk as a result. Still, she doesn't appear fazed nor bothered by anything, so you take it she'd either just arrived at your side or had found a way not to overhear while she waited.

"The doctor should be here soon, so we have to cut your visits short."

In compliance to her words, you wrap your conversation up with the skeleton and tell him you'll message him over your next tour date. You would need a little more time to recover now, so it would only be common sense to check through your schedule, sort things out with your job, and manage how you would deal with Frisk's school days and homework. The monsters were already doing you plenty of favours, and yet you only knew two of them in person, three if you counted how often you talked with Toriel through phone and video calls despite not visiting her home to this day. Asking them for any more help than what they were already giving was out of the question.

Even if such fantasy-like beings existed, that didn't mean they were as magically potent as most books made them out to be. At the end of the day, they were living, breathing beings just like you, with lives of their very own and troubles just like any other human being you knew. What made you different were your appearances and customs, and even then that was something that could be overlooked with due time and mutual understanding, as it isn't as important as who they are and what they do to live each day like you did with your own.

"Let me know if ya need help with Frisk's school," Sans says, already standing near the doorway. "You can't recover if you don't look for help."

And with that, he leaves.

Whether you were an open book or he a mind reader, you can't tell for certain, but if there's one thing you could use presently, it's words like those.

You barely have a chance to say thank you as other visitors step inside, some familiar and some not.

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Chapter 1

Error growls as he checks the state of Lanna who left her t-shirt on her knees so she can get the treatment. As for Ink, he stores the groceries that his sister brought kindly.

Error : ̷W̷h̷a̷t̷ ̷w̷a̷s̷ ̷t̷h̷a̷t̷ ̷i̷d̷e̷a̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷d̷e̷f̷y̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷s̷o̷u̷n̷d̷ ̷b̷a̷r̷r̷i̷e̷r̷ ̷o̷n̷ ̷a̷ ̷c̷a̷r̷t̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷a̷g̷a̷i̷n̷s̷t̷ ̷a̷ ̷s̷h̷e̷l̷f̷?̷

Lanna: It wasn't my idea!! It was Blueberry!!

Ink: I'll talk about it with Swapy... he needs to teach a lesson to his brother...

Lanna: Sure... But this transformed pollen stealer might be proud of what his brother did...

Error : ̷Y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷c̷u̷r̷s̷e̷ ̷d̷o̷e̷s̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷t̷o̷u̷c̷h̷ ̷a̷n̷y̷o̷n̷e̷ ̷w̷h̷e̷n̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷ ̷a̷r̷e̷ ̷f̷a̷r̷ ̷a̷w̷a̷y̷ ̷f̷r̷o̷m̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷m̷.̷.̷.̷

The red one sighs and looks at her mask on the ground. She feels the âin leaving completely, which gives her the signal to cover her scar on her back and front with her usual t-shirt.

Ink: Hey, Lanna, how much time passed since you visited Sans?

Lanna: Which one?

Ink: Classique...

Lanna: ho... It's been a while... I should go see him a little...

Error: ̷A̷v̷o̷i̷d̷ ̷s̷h̷o̷w̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷h̷i̷m̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷s̷c̷a̷r̷s̷ ̷a̷g̷a̷i̷n̷.̷.̷.̷ ̷L̷a̷s̷t̷ ̷t̷i̷m̷e̷ ̷h̷e̷ ̷a̷c̷c̷u̷s̷e̷d̷ ̷u̷s̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷n̷o̷t̷ ̷p̷r̷o̷t̷e̷c̷t̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷.̷.̷.̷

Lanna: And with my bruises, he will scold you again...

She giggles, knowing very well that the two skeleton pests about the fact that Lanna's body can't be totally healed, they can only lessen the pain. The human smiles to her brother and to the one who makes her brother's soul beat faster, before she gets up slowly, checking if her bracelets still stand in place.

Lanna: I'm going to see Sans! Clean up after using Error's strings in the kitchen!

Ink and Error: LA̷N̷N̷A̷ ̷!̷!̷!̷!!!

She giggles and runs outside, taking absently her pen so she can quickly do her portal to Undertale. She walks in the spring street, putting her mask on correctly, then she looks at the monsters around her, smiling. A lot of her childhood friends and childhood enemies enjoy their Sunday to have fun or simply to walk. She sees a rabbit lady, Cassy. She sees Sparkles, a flame monster the same age as her. She sees Frisk, a teenager who helped her save the monsters, almost 10 years ago.

Frisk has semi-long brown hair and golden eyes. Instead of her old striped t-shirt, she wears a jeans jacket on a purple t-shirt with jeans and boots. In her hands, three heavy books are tired of her, but Chara helps her carry three other books. Chara is a teenager in the same age as Frisk with short and messed up brown hair and her eyes are aggressively red, but they hide the kindness towards the monsters that she always has. Before Chara was only a ghost who was hunting Frisk since she was a human dead long ago, but for 10 years, Lanna has succeeded in giving a body to the ghostly child.

An enormous desire to take off her mask itches the creator's sister, while she gets closer to the first of the Sanses' house. Nervously playing with her pen, Lanna stops in front of her friend's door, remembering some bad memories, before she shakes her head to focus on the good ones. The fingers almost as white as a bone put away the pen while the other hand forms a fist to knock twice on the door.

Sans: who's there?

Lanna: Anold.

Sans: Anold who?

Lanna: an old friend!

Lanna smiles as she removes her mask, while the door opens on a skeleton that looks like Blueberry but wearing an old dark blue jacket on a white t-shirt with black shorts and pink slippers. He gestures for the young women to get in, then he walks nonchalantly to the couch. The red one closes the door behind her, then she throws her mask on the living room table while sitting next to her friend.

Lanna: What's new? Is life on the surface as good as before or do I need to teach some lessons to humans?

Sans: don't worry yourself to the bone, your brother does it enough for all of us...

Lanna : *giggle* I see! ... *sighs* otherwise... Do you have any news about... HIM?

Sans: Hmm? ... You won't like what I'll say about it...

Lanna: Say it anyway... I need to know...

Sans: He got released from jail for good behavior

Lanna : *sighs* shit...

Sans: Do you think it's gonna be okay for you or do you prefer that we visit you in the multiverse?

Lanna: ... It's okay, I know how to protect myself, don't worry *nonchalant* Bye the way, where is papyrus?

Sans: In training with Undyne... they should get back any minutes now...

Exactly when Sans finishes his sentence, the door is smashed by a kick from Undyne, and the window is broken by Papyrus who goes through it. Undyne is a blue fish-woman with red hair and an eyepatch on her right eye. She wears a pair of jeans with a pale blue shirt, her black ankle boots leave a wet dirt trail behind her. Papyrus is like Swapy, but he wears a white top of an armor with yellow rims and black sleeves that ends on his red gloves. As for the down part of his body, he wears a red swimming trunk or something that looks like it and boots as Blue's and in red. A scarf in the same color decorates his neck.

Papyrus: LANNA!! You're back!!

Lanna : *giggle* I came to visit you...

Undyne: Big Punk! We missed you!

Lanna: sorry, I had a lot of work!

Papyrus : *hug strongly Lanna* NYHE HE HE HE! How are you, dear?!

Lanna : *giggle* I'm good... if you could let me go to not kill me, par contre...

Undyne : * hugs Lanna and Papyrus super-strongly* You should find more time to come and see us!!

Lanna : *lose all her air in a painly moan* les gars...

Sans: I don't wanna eat some Lanna-ghetti tonight, so if you could avoid transforming her into minced meat...

The two monsters let go of the human who ends up crawling into a ball on the ground, moaning in pain and swearing against heal magic that ''doesn't freaking do shit''. The one laying on the couch looks at his brother and at the fish-woman who panicked. He ends up sighing and raising up the t-shirt of the young woman, his ordinarily white pupils vanishing under his anger.

Sans: Lanna ... What did you do again?

Lanna: ... Groceries...

Sans: without lying?

Lanna: *gown* Really... I went buying some magic paint and milk bottle, and Blue rushed over me with his cart, and I ended up against a shelf that falls on me... So I really just did the groceries... Promise!

papyrus: S-so it's not my fault?

Lanna: Not at all, Paps...

Sans suddenly gets up and walks towards the door in the back of the room, while Papyrus and Undyne help the red hair to get to her feet. As she notices what the shortest skeleton is doing, the injured one looks at him, worried, while the brother does the same.

Papyrus: Where are you going, Sans?

Sans: Saying a couple of things to Blueberry

Lanna: No, Sans! It's okay!!! He apologized, promise!

Sans: You already are about to break with any hit...

Lanna: No, Sans, I'm not THAT fragile! You know it very well! It's kind of you to want to protect me, but I promise you that everything is okay! It's only some bruises!

Sans: Last time you said that you were bleeding in my living room...

Lanna: I just suck at volley-ball!

Sans : *stare at Lanna* You know which last time I'm talking about...

Lanna : *shrugs* I know, Sans... But I promise it's just some bruises, nothing more! And besides, it was an accident, I wasn't the target!

Sans: Promise?

Lanna: on your life...

Sans: ... Ok.

He lay against the door, crossing his arms, but he can't get rid of his annoyed expression against the reassuring and amused smile of the red one. These acts reassure the two other monsters who end up offering some spaghetti. They don't wait for any answer, running into the kitchen.

Lanna: ... Is it just me or he faked innocent?

Sans: What are you talking about?

Lanna: He was here when... Last time I told you that it was just some bruises and that it was nothing... Though, he acts like it was nothing and we both know that he is innocent in the naïf type, but not stupid...

Sans: He does everything he can to make you happy and comfortable with us, that's why... He didn't even want me to tell you about Him getting out of jell...

Lanna: I see... Thank you for letting me know anyway, I'll be able to be careful now...

Sans: You will have to Mask your presence?

He does his joking smile while pointing at the mask on the table with his eyes, making Lanna giggle while nodding, then she closes her eyes and lays down on her friend, surprising him. He takes a few seconds to understand, then he sighs.

Sans: Wanna sleep on me like when you were a kid?

Lanna: I'm not a kid anymore, Sans... And a Boney pillow isn't always comfortable!

Sans: *snigger* Though, I'm Coccyx-fortable

Lanna: *laugh* Bone-head!

Sans: Come on! You know I'm a good pillow!

Lanna laughs and yawns before she closes her eyes and suddenly falls asleep on Sans' shoulder. The pillow gently smiles before using his telekinetic powers to bring an old jacket that was on the floor, so he could put it on the sleep head's shoulder. She moves a little to be more comfortable while the bone hand starts to stroke the ruby hairs, combing them unintentionally.

Sometime later, Papyrus gets back in the living room and finds the two sleeping beauties on the couch, which makes him sigh gently. He decides to eat alone with Undyne, and this, despite that a portal leading to a universe in flames appears in Classic Sans' house. The young women's brother gets loudly in through it, wearing his normal attire, AKA: a brown parero close on the upper part of the torso who's edge are golden on a ¾ sleeves white shirt, with graphic tablet's gloves that the pinky and just under it is green on the brown that finishes the weird glove. To cover his legs, il wears an Edo era in Japan's inspired brown pants with socks that don't cover the heels, nor the toes. Some green overalls suspenders lay behind him, while his belt passing from his left shoulder to his right waist and keeping some mini paint bottles come restraining the suspenders to come in the front. The forms and colors changings eyes lay on his sister while he holds on his giant paintbrush as he breathes erratically.

Ink: Must wake up Lanna immediately!

Papyrus: What's going on?

Ink: someone decided to attack horrortale's inhabitant...

Lanna : *wake up slowly* hmm? is there a problem, Inky?

Ink: YES! Come immediately and don't forget the mask!

Lanna: Yes inky!

The red hair jumps and grabs her pen that she immediately transforms into a sword, then she runs into the portal. Around her, the houses that still stand more or less are in flames and the monsters that were already in so bad condition that they were mistaken with zombies panic, and some of them try to run away, while others try to eat the human who is holding two. This human has black mess up hair like his starting beard that almost blends into his long sleeves that tied on his middle finger shirt... at least as they can see from that afar. A Night blue jacket is tied on his waist and his blue pants are covered in soot, as his black boots. As soon as his eyes find Lanna, a sardonic smile appears on his lips.

??: Ho <3 Lanna <3

Lanna : *shiver in disgust* Stop what you are doing and go home!

??: Don't you want to get to know me? <3 Though, I'm doing this for you <3

As soon as the name crossed thetha man's lips, a disgust's shiver shared between everyone one who heard it, without anyone knowing why. The man approaches Lanna while letting his flame's sword create a trace on the ground that melts the snow. Ink uses his brush to create a wall in front of the threat, then he grabs his sister's arm.

Ink: I didn't think that he was after you in particular...

Lanna: Don't worry, he's not the first that is after my life... And he won'T be the last.

?? : Ho <3 Un simple magic wall? How stupid... <3

The wall ignites in two seconds and transforms into ashes. Under the shock, the siblings struggle to move, but their instincts being stronger than their mind, the red hair ends up quickly between the skeleton and the other human.

Lanna: Ink, go home! You don't have to get hurt for me!

Ink: and leaving you against someone who wants to kill you?!

Lanna: That thing is only after me! I'll avoid that he destroys anything more or hurts anyone else!

Ink: Lanna...

Ink tries to move to protect his sister, but she pushes him behind her, not even noticing the fact that the human dangerously approaches her.

??: that thing has a name, dear Lanna <3

Lanna: If you tell me what it is, you go home and leave the universes alone?

??: No!

Lanna: Then I don't want to know it...

??: Sans cœur!! I will still do you a favor of knowing who will destroy you so much that you will wish that I killed you today <3 Call me Loucas <3

Ink: Lanna, come with me!

Lanna: I know how to defend myself Inky... Go back to Error...

Ink hesitates, but Lanna pushes him far away while she turns towards the aforementioned Loucas. Her sword in her hand, the red hair try to disarm the one with two blades, but he doesn't let her any time to move an inch that one of his swords comes to cut deeply the unarmed arm. A little scream escapes the woman's lips, while the ankle boots that keep the scar-covered feet warm step back. A second doesn't have time to pass when the masked one hits the left hand of her opponent. He steps back in a jump, his sword falling on the ground, then he targets Lanna's head without losing his sadistic smile.

Ink disappeared, he probably left for home, while the red try to force her opponent to retreat, in vain. He almost cut in a half Lanna's leg as well as her back, yet, the miss stand still, panting and holding weakly her weapon. However, Lanna doesn't stop to attack Loucas, almost in vain. He only have some scratches and bruises, but nothing else.

Loucas: You're pretty strong for an anomaly, Lanna <3

Lanna: Can you stop saying my name? It discusted me!

Loucas: Never, Lanna <3

while saying his last sentence, Loucas use his fire swords to burn a house from where a kid was watching the fight. The red notice this fact and run towards the house. Sadly, Loucas doesn't agree, since he stab the non-injured leg. Noticing that her injured bleed when he pull off the sword, Lanna raise an eyebrow, then she clenchs her theeths while standing up trhough adrenaline. Surprised, the man's smile grows as he take two steps back. He start to miss some magic and he know that she noticed it.

Lanna: You freacking shitty human! Leave!

Loucas: I don't want to, but work call me in an other univers... Why not Underswap?

Lanna : You ...

A terrified scream cut the creator's sister's sentence. A child scream. Lanna doesn't listen to anything around her and the difficultly hobble to the burning house, searching for the child. Since she hear the cries, the read hair search the source while avoiding the flames as much as she can. She see a crying child surrounding by fire. The panic taking over her, the young women run withouth noticing that her mask is somewhere in the snow outside, getting crushed into pieces by Loucas' blades. This one make sure to completely destroy the face-covering before he cut the air, creating a portal that lead to a house into a forest into the multiverse. As soon as he cross the opening, he hear the burning house's beams falling followed by a scream of pain.

Louca: Try to not die yet or it won't be funny, Lanna <3

Summary : https://plumeofacat.tumblr.com/post/644284784841031680/summary

Next : https://plumeofacat.tumblr.com/post/645213650674761728/chapter-2

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