#flowey: this human is such a fucking idiot

[danpops]

After beating In Stars And Time I have been unable to shake off this one Undertale AU from my head that's just Undertale but instead of Frisk being to save and load they're just stuck in a time loop. just stuck in a time loop with the only one that remembers any of them being Flowey who just thinks the child with greater Determination than him is just being really stupid for not saving at all.

Another idea I have for this AU would be that the whole No Mercy ending with Chara making the world go bye bye just doesn't happen, even if Frisk were to get desperate enough to destroy all of the Underground (which would take a lot of loops) they would just end up right back where they started once they crossed the Barrier.

And to make things more fucked up, all of those emotions that became more and more dull during their last loop (basically how the whole thing with the more LOVE you have the easier it becomes to distance yourself thing works in an AU where the player isn't around at all) would just hit them at full force and just fuck them up.

tl;dr, I want to make that child feel pain and suffering by sticking them in a time loop. No reason, just feel like it.

[viarayy01-blog]

thinking of how each soul would have their dialogue pov’s (frisk with “you” chara with “i”) and imagining that’s how it is for every human. like yeah frisks dialogue was chara but. wouldn’t it be silly if every humans inner voice was strangely omniscient? “they reached for the rock” “(insert name) punched the random cutout of MT” “the human told flowey he’s a fucking idiot”

[liliallowed]

axetale sans anomaly ideas

anomaly: I'm bored I wanna kill everyone.

sans: *exists*

anomaly: nevermind I'm marrying this man and having a homunculus baby with him.

flowey: you idiot did you think I'd sit around while you play house with the trash bag?

anomaly: really are you that salty I gave up on my villain arc.

flowey: NO! THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU IT'S ABOUT ME TAKING BACK THE RESETS YOU STILE FROM ME!

anomaly: bitch you're talking to a pacified Cthulhu who's set itself to sleep. if you force a reset that doesn't belong to you you're going to tear a gash in the timeline and wake the REAL me up.

flowey: psht. as if I'd buy that.

anomaly: YOU'RE GOING TO DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU FUCKING IDIOT I CANT CONTROL MY TRUE FORM.

Frisk: remember the time where you named yourself after my name because we both thought we were the same person until you started crushing on sans and I suddenly cringed you out of my chest.

anomaly: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *faceplants on the ground* kill me. just fucking kill me I want to unexist.

Frisk: hehehe.

anomaly: I SAID IM SORRY I WAS STUPID OKAY!? I thought your name was supposed to be mine AAAAAUGHHHHH!

frisk: you couldn't tell you weren't a child.

anomaly: I didn't know I was... allowed... to exist as myself. it felt like I'd be breaking the rules.

frisk: you already are though. you were never meant to have your own body... and neither was I. but you did it anyway.

anomaly: yeah. I didn't think breaking them was possible at that time.

frisk: well I'm glad you did. it gave me a chance to listen to toriel read me bedtime stories and for me to just... you know. be something besides the catalyst of everything. to take things slow and just... sit. relax. knowing that I have my own say in things is nice. I'm glad you made this choice ruby.

anomaly: ...

frisk: I'm glad I had you as my guide to this world :)

anomaly: you're gonna make me cry.

frisk: >:3

anomaly: go shoo. go do child things go eat dirt!

sans: soulmates. really. damn is this plot point really necessary.

anomaly: I LIKE THAT MUSHY STUFF OKAY!? like... I dunno. is it too cheesy to think that people who end up together were always fated to be?

sans: pffft. kinda yeah.

anomaly: so do I... change it?

sans: I think people ending up together inspite of their soul compatibility is deeper. after all love isn't about just the reaction of two chemicals that can be calculated before them meeting.

anomaly: ... then should I change the narrative again...

sans: meh you worry too much.

anomaly: maybe I should just leave it to interpretation.

sans: that's the best way to do anything. less work for me and less perfectionism for you.

anomaly: I do all the work sans.

sans: and I have to live through it. don't write anything too complicated alright? m too lazy for drama.

anomaly: hhhrhhhhh but I LIKE ANGST!

sans: fine. just tell me beforehand Kay?

anomaly: alright!

sans: so humans exchange rings when they're married?

anomaly: yeah! I would give you something but that doesn't belong to me. instead my gift will be a pocket watch. and only wed know about the hidden meaning.

sans: it's cute. why the mirror?

anomaly: despite everything it's still you :3 to see yourself and remember what truely matters.

sans: nothing?

anomaly: nothing <3

sans: pffft. I love it. would you be offended if my wedding gift is a woopie cushion.

anomaly: I will decorate it with gold. give me the fart blaster. I will put it in a frame.

[askpacifistblog]

PacifistTale [Chapter 0]

A loop.

A never ending loop.

A loop of pain and peace.

It only ends when the beautiful white wall dusts into nothing, or the final moment when my life is taken from me.

Then I woke up, The loop started again.

The human falling again.

Maybe this time they’ll spare us and I will be the bad guy who gets fixed in the end, or maybe the fearful kid that I truly am. All I can do now is wait.

“Howdy! I’m flowey! Flowey the Flower! You're new to the underground aren't che ?”

I shouldn't be remembering any of this, but after so many times, the Deja vu Just becomes too much for even me to handle.

That's what happens when you go through the same week over 256 times, maybe even more that I don't know.

“You idiot! In this world, it KILL or BE KILLED!”

Honestly I don't even pray for it to end, Because there's no use in doing so.

Nothing truly has meaning when it can all be put back in one second.

By a kid no less…

“You IDIOTS! While you were having your little pow-wow, I took the human souls!”

Every reset it gets harder and harder to care about anything, even if I'm not doing much…it's still far too tiring…The same loop, over and over and over and over and Over ad Over and Over and Over and OVER and OVER and FUCKING OVER AGAIN!

WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO KNOW!?

THEY HAVE DONE EVERYTHING AND IT'S NOT ENOUGH!

IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH FOR THEM

And the fact that i did this…to all of them…i get way they hate,

i get why they MUST hate me,

Even if they don't remember it all,

they will remember some and that some will be the lowest.

“I can’t keep these souls inside of me, the least i can do is return them…but first…there is something i have to do”

It will be all over soon…then back to the loop again…i wonder if they're gonna let Toriel have a happy little moment of thinking that she will finally be a mother again…

This time they're not even bugging me as ’asriel’, it's nice having a break from that, straight to the surface.

Where it will all end again…But…I feel something different…It's not going to the happy go lucky stuff that is years away…

They're not- no, nobody is leaving, they're asking question,

“Wait everyone! We should…think about this, the humans might not be ready for us, it has been nearly 300 years since they've seen us,”

“Tori- i mean, Toriel is right, let's all have a cup of tea and plan things out first…”

This..this has NEVER happened before…Frisk…what did you do to this timeline?

[randomsloredrops]

Random's Lore Drops - Flowey, the Psycho.

Obligatory 2:30 AM post (please help I'm an insomniac I think), so here's lore drop on the flower that nobody really mischaracterizes. That's right, IT'S...

Flowey the Fucker- I mean, Flowey the Flower. Yes, I went out of my way to find a sprite by toby fox that wasn't the exact same, so uh... bow-wearing Flowey lmao. Anywho, Spoiler warnings, so don't stay if you haven't played the hit game Undertale by Robert Fucking Fox. Or, at least, I think Fucking is his middle name. It'd be funny as shi- Oh yeah, I'm writing. ANYWAYS, Flowey the Flower is the antagonist and literally the final boss for two of the main endings (but one of them isn't actually Flowey). Or, well, "two", not including the fact that there are, like, fifty neutral endings with the same boss. Now, if you don't know much about him, he's a psychopathic, sadistic talking golden flower with no SOUL. Literally, he is SOUL-less, and so, he is soulless. That's basically his whole premise. His backstory is (SPOILER-FUCKING-WARNING) that he is Asriel Dreemurr, son of Toriel and Asgore Dreemurr, resurrected after his demise, but this time as a sentient flower due to a DT experiment gone wrong. As Flowey the Flower, his whole shtick is to be as deceiving as possible, acting as a fake tutorial in an attempt to kill you at the start of the game, using you so you can reveal the SOULs as you fight Asgore and weaken him to kill him, using you as bait in order to bring all of the major characters together so he can capture all of them and absorb their SOULs, along with the human SOULs, and finish you off, shattering Asgore's SOUL at the end of a genocide route in order to prevent you from leaving the Underground (since, knowing us, we'd just wipe out all of mankind), and also... well, that's all I can remember, really. Within the genocide route, he almost immediately mistakes you for Chara right after informing Toriel about her cars extended warranty that she couldn't pay since she was in the Ruins and thus sending the IRS after her, while it only takes a whole pacifist route for him to refer to you as such, as he usually just goes and refers to the player as "you" or, in the most Flowey way possible, "IDIOT" in the neutral route. He IS capable of feeling emotions, such as annoyance and anger, boredom, it's just so muted that he's almost emotionless, and due to this, has CANONICALLY murdered the ENTIRETY OF THE FUCKING UNDERGROUND MULTIPLE TIMES OVER, (and somehow people say Asgore is worse for killing only 6 human kids, when, in theory, Flowey has killed many more monster children) ranging from the most random Monsters ever, and despiseable Monsters, like Jerry, or Icecap, to Monsters like Toriel, who is, theoretically, as he is Asriel Dreemurr, but as emotionless flower, HIS OWN GODDAMN MOTHER. His whole reason as for why he wants the human SOULs in a Neutral route is to "become GOD", and in the Pacifist route, he just wants to do everything all over again, from the beginning, back when he and Chara were still alive. Because remember, in Pacifist, he STILL mistakes you for Chara until after you win against him. ...Oh, and remember, UTY isn't actually canon, so canon Flowey (as in Undertale canon, not UTY canon) doesn't know who the fuck Clover is. That's about it.

[the-white-soul]

*Flowey pales and hesitates for a moment. Humanity really is horrible, just like Chara said. But for humans, it's the same idea against monsters. At this rate they might as well start another war. If Flowey crushes Clover now and takes their soul he could kill them all. He could fight back to make up for when he didn't before. Or will he make the same mistake and let himself die and so many others? Which is right? Flowey laughs desperately, not knowing what to do. kill or be killed. His vines tighten around Clover.*

Some soul of JUSTICE you are! You're just trying to make an excuse to lash out at anyone. You know the real reason I'm fighting back. Sickos like you deserve- *Flowey shakes his head and speaks louder for everyone else* You're all blind, stupid sheep! Do you know why I'm doing this? This idiot you're following wanted to kill all monsters even before now because one monster acted out! You think I'm going to sit there and let everyone take it? I want to stop that from happening!

And believe it or not there is a human who I'm trying to protect as well. So excuse me if I want to cut out the real evil!

(Clover shoos away everyone) " Hey you might be right about people being sheep. But just think about it for a second. I am justice in the same way killing a mosquito is. Do you think that monsters and humans can be friends. HAH, you do know who you're talking to right. I've seen every single possible ending to my story and justice dies in all of the quote and quote 'good ones.' I hate you but in the end you're just an itch I could scratch off like everyone else. No one cares about a flower. I ask you how many Undertale ending do you get a happy ending hm? When you're not just a flower at the end. Character development this real evil that, you want to know real evil. Me just allowing this war to go the way it will. If I kill all of the monsters at once they won't feel any pain. There's no other..."

(Muerte) "Maybe the flower is right."

(Clover) "How did you get here."

(Muerte) "I heard screeming and so did these two you were talking to."

(Kara) "Get the fuck away from my friend."

(Clover) "Or what? You'll kill me?"

(Kara) "No. But some things don't require killing. A lesson I'd wish you would learn."

(Noelle) "I killed so many people, and where did it lead me. Isolation for months borderline years. Killing is sometimes necesary I've learned that, but when you look at it... you see how you might hurt someone close. You lose sight that the people you're protecting are the people that you are killing. Most of all *Noelle hold Kara's hand* you lose sight on what's really important."

(Muerte) "Do you wish for me to bring the humans and end this right now?"

(Clover) "No, all I have to deal with is a flower a kid who doesn't know they're a kid, and a reindeer. Nothing I haven't dealt with before."

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Imagine you speedrun Undertale and at the end if you go below a certain threshold Flowey pops up and is like "How many hours did you waste to achieve this you idiot?" And he closes the game and forces you to never press X to skip dialogue again or some shit

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I think the fandom doesn't use the meme potential of reblogging literally any textpost and tagging it spamton even if it has nothing to do with him. We could change that

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#2

Maybe it's because I'm not from the same country as most of my mutuals but it's kind of funny when I read people arguing that Hometown is weird and then list some things that are completely normal for anyone that has slightly different culture.

"But why do they have a hospital with two rooms and someone staying there?" slightly modified Family Health Center (rough translation), next question.

"But What Does Sans Sell? his store is so small why does he have magazines? How would the characters buy X Item?" Have you ever entered a boliche? A corner store? They don't just sell food sometimes I've even bought cleaning products and your average school supplies.

"How is it possible chapter 3 is church day when chapter 2 was a week day?? Do they have school on Saturday?" Deltarune could be set in literally any day of the week if chapter 3 takes places during a local religious holiday. It doesn't need to be some christian Sunday. The school week doesn't even need to be Monday to Friday.

Now "Why is there a bunker far into the Southern edge of town?" is indeed a weird thing and the game is setting it up that way. Go wild with theories.

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My #1 post of 2022

NOnonono but the entire point of the promise Sans makes to Toriel about "protecting the human coming through the door". Is that he really doesn't know who she is beyond the conversations they've had so far. And he doesn't know who the human coming out from there is. But they still trust each other to make it happen, regardless of timeline.

This happens regardless of Toriel's fate in the game. If you kill her, but not Papyrus, he still comments on this promise.

And here's the thing. He has to make the decision of trusting this woman he is fond of, but ultimately doesn't know beyond what they've shared together.

And Toriel had to make the decision of trusting him too. She is convinved that the world outside the Ruins will be hostile, because she knows what's happened before. And it fucking hurts to think it could happen again. And yeah I've heard all about it how she "rejected" her duty and didn't make the right choice back then. I think Toriel is somewhat aware of that. Her moving to the Ruins was a choice she made while grieving too, but it is a decsion that goes according to her integrity as well.

ANYWAYS I'm getting sidetracked. What I mean with this post is that the implications of trusting someone else with something that is so personal, because you know your limitations (because of flaws or any other cause), and having that person receive this in a good way is so important.

And while Sans is not the best at actively doing that job, it is still remarkable how much this promise is on his mind.

The VERY LAST THING he does before his No Mery fight is apologizing to Toriel, or his memory of her, because he had to break that promise.

This post is a mess but... I need to rotate them. And also I always get a little mad when people assume that Sans doesn't make that promise when Toriel dies, like in No-Mercy. Because the whole deal about the promise is that it happens before the game, it is not something anyone, not even Flowey, can affect, and it is a reflection of the closeness the two have, so placing this as something Toriel does only if she deems the human a good person, and something Sans only "keeps" when Frisk is pacifist just takes away that weight.

Also go play neutral routes they're super interesting to make character analysis. Different events affect different characters in specific ways.

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[rosevoid-works]

C1 | Lost & Found (Reupload, accidentally deleted original)

TW: -Blood -Yelling(/caps) -Brief panic attack/mention of panic attack

*Lunar POV

I groan as I slowly stir awake, trying to ignore the throbbing migraine. I sit up, about to cry out for my parents or sister. Hoping they'd at least bring an ice pack or some medicine. Then, everything comes flooding back to me.

My sister is at her friend's house. My parents were fighting. I ran away. I climbed a mountain. I fell down a hole because a vine snapped. Everything went black. I don't know where I am. Why did I do that?! That was so stupid! I should've just put on music and stayed! I should've went to a shelter or stayed with my sister! I shouldn't have ran to a damned mountain! Why am I so stupid?!

I give a sharp gasp and immediately grab my head, tearing up. I gave myself a damned headache from complaining so much.. I look up just a bit and see something.. falling? It starts getting bigger, rather fast. Then I realise, I should probably move. It's too late by the time I get onto all fours, though.

Weight slams against my back and I'm shoved against the ground, my lungs feeling crushed as I gasp and choke. I choke out blood and the thick crimson lands against the earth and flowers. I slowly ease myself up and I wince as my palms dig into the earth. I cough up more blood and I grasp my chest with a hand, cursing myself through my thoughts.

If only Sen was here...

..

SEN. Oh my darks, I forgot Sen... they're probably worried sick... I should've messaged them or maybe called.. I'm not going to put it past her to break the laws to drive all the way to the house to see if I'm okay... I should've said something, why am I such an idiot!? I hope they don't do anything rash...

If they were here, then I'm sure they would've jumped as I fell.. or fell with me... I just hope they don't wipe out the human race because I disappeared. I wonder if there's any service here..? Probably not, it's underground and in the countryside - I doubt there's any signal here...

I sighed and eased myself off the ground, stumbling around and everything almost goes black again. I start coughing again, and wheeze a bit. Shaking my head, I grabbed my bag off the ground start down the path...

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*No POV

The black-haired teenager heaved themself across the ground, cursing under their breath. At the end, they spot a door.

A.. door? The hell is a door doing here? That's... strange. Why would a door be down here unless.. wait that symbol. It looks familiar... where do I know it from..? Oh well, I'm sure it'll come to me eventually.

They kicked the door open and their eyes fell upon the singular golden flower, sprouted out of the small patch of grass. They walked up to it and tilted their head, in confusion and happiness. There was more life down here! Granted.. it's just a flower, but-

"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" the flower announced. Lunar's eyes widened and stumbled backwards, landing on their behind and tripping over their words.

The fuck-!? Talking flower! Okay! I think I'm either dead or higher than Heaven's doors!

"Hmmm... You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha?" Flowey spoke, in a terrifyingly curious tone. Its smile grew and its stem reached towards the human, as if to lean into their face. "Golly, you must be so confused! Someone ought to teach you how things work around here!"

Lunar took in a deep breath and opened their mouth to ask Flowey if it knew if there was a way to heal, but was promptly interrupted - rather rudely, too.

"I guess little old me will have to do! Ready? Here we go!"

Everything went black and Lunar near screamed, but everything came back. However... everything seemed grey-scaled. Black-and-white, like an old TV show or a drawing done on paper. Everything seemed the same.. Though something was new.

A red heart.

Glowing among the dark, earthly cavern was a red heart - and not the heart that rested in their chest. Something you'd see on perhaps a Valentine's Day card. Something you send to your loved ones to show you cherish and appreciate them more than words can express.

"See that heart?"

Lunar nodded, shaking a bit.

"That's your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!"

SOUL.

Monsters. That's where the are. In the Underground. The monster's den. Though, they never heard anything of a flower monster. They knew almost every kind of monsters. Goats, lizards, fish, skeletons, dinosaurs, wolves, robots, cats, ghosts, elements, birds, and such. Never anything about flowers outside of the golden flowers that seem to be scattered about.

They paused, staring long and hard at the flower - as if trying to read its mind.

Flowey laughed nervously, but shook it off - continuing the lesson. Er... lecture? Fight? What is this considered?

"Your SOUL starts off weak, but you can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV!"

LV. Lunar blinked. LV. Levels? Levels of what?

"What's LV stand for?" they pondered aloud.

"What's LV stand for?" Flowey echoed - almost mockingly. "Why, LOVE of course!"

LV. LOVE. What kind of LOVE? Love as in platonic? Or like levels? They racked their mind to think of acroynms that LOVE can mean. Levels.. Levels of... violence? Levels Of ViolencE?

It didn't matter, because Flowey interrupted their thought process. It seemed to have a habit of doing that. Interrupting people was probably the only thing it did. It? Did this thing have preferred pronouns? Or is it just an it? Is this whole thing a hallucination?

"You want some LOVE, don't you?" Flowey yapped in a.. rather shrill voice. "Don't worry, I'll share some with you!"

Lunar took a step back, their SOUL following. They already ached and wasn't exactly in the mood to find out whatever the hell LOVE was.

"Down here, LOVE is shared through... Little white... Friendliness pellets..!"

"e-Excuse me-??"

"Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you can!"

Lunar watched as several white seed-shaped bullets formed around the flower. Its smile unnerved them and when the "pellets" came close to their SOUL, they dodged.

They looked down below the SOUL and saw numbers flicker.

"Hey, buddy"

5/20 HP

"You missed them."

HP? Health points, right?

"Let's try again, okay?"

Lunar huffed and dodged another sad round of friendliness pellets.

"Is.. Is this a joke?" Flowey hissed. "Are you BRAINDEAD!? Run. Into. The. BULLETS."

The human stepped away and the golden flower laughed nervously.

"Friendliness pellets-!"

One last round was sent and Lunar couldn't help it. They grabbed their SOUL and fell to the ground, yelping in pain. Though, they'd managed to dodge the bullets! ...Flowey didn't appear too happy, though. As if the teenager just committed the worst possible sin imaginable.

"...you know what's going on here, don't you? YOU JUST WANTED TO SEE ME SUFFER!!"

"N- no-! That's not what this is, really! I just.. L-Look I-"

"DIE"

A near complete sphere of bullets sprang up around them and slowly closed in on them. Lunar grabbed their SOUL and bag close, expecting this to be the end. This was it. They were going to die to a flower. This was a bit pathetic, no? Well, they didn't get to really have a say on how they died.

Flowey's laughter ringed in their ears and they started crying, their thoughts and heart racing a mile a minute.

Is this how I die? To a flower named Flowey? No no no! I can't! I can't die! Not now! Sel- I need to live. I need to get out of here. Need need- I need to get out. Is this thing making this a slow process so it can deafen me before I die?! It's so loud.. it hurts so much.. I just want to go home.. I can't deal with this.. Mom..

Then.. everything went quiet.

"e- Eh!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?"

Lunar opened a single eye and looked past the bag in their face. The bullets were gone. None were in sight and Lunar gave a breath of relief. They smiled and held their SOUL close. They were able to live another day.

"AGH-"

Lunar looked up at Flowey, just in time to see it launched out of the ground. They couldn't help but snicker a bit, only to cough up a bit of blood.

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They saw a taller monster take the flowers place and it crouched a bit, leaning to their height.

"What a terrible creature... torturing such a poor, innocent youth..." it spoke. From appearance, the human safely took the choice of feminine pronouns for it.

"Ah, do not be afraid, my child.." she spoke gently, offering a hand out. She clearly noticed Lunar used their bag as a shield and backed up at her appearance...

"I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins..!" her smile spoke truer kindness than words ever could, so Lunar decided to trust her. They took her hand and stood up.

"I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down. You are the first human to come here in a long time..." Toriel said, holding Lunar closely.

The human watches as their SOUL seemingly sinks into their chest and they stare in awe. That was... certainly new!

"Come! I will guide you through the catacombs!" spoke the monster, taking Lunar's hand gently. "This way."

The teen nodded as the caretaker lead them through the second door. She released their hand and started up a set of stairs. As Lunar was just about to follow her, a gleaming star caught their eyes. They walked up to it and cupped it...

They felt a warmth and saw the numbers again.

20/20 HP HP fully restored.

They smiled, but immediately was met with confusion. A black bar appeared in front of them, writing scrawled upon it.

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Lunar LV 1 Ruins - Entrance ♥Save Return

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Oh! This is.. like a video game? Well, this.. isn't a dream. That pain made that painstakingly clear.

They audibly snorted at their own pun before pressing "Save" and walking away.

"Hm? What is so funny, my child?" Toriel asked, cocking her head a bit. "I do not recall saying anything funny."

"Oh- nothing, just.. your name. It sounds like tutorial," Lunar lied. Though, that was a bit ironic. She was guiding them like a NPC in a video game's tutorial.

"Hm! I supposed you are right, I never thought on it that way!" Toriel gave a laugh before gesturing to follow.

Walking through a door, there was.. much more purple. A bit too much purple for Lunar's liking. Then again.. they did dye their hair purple... and wore purple quite often. They probably shouldn't complain.

"Welcome to your new home, innocent one!" the monster smiled, giving a small nod. "Allow me to educate you in the operation of the Ruins."

The.. operation? Huh?

Then, Lunar's eyes caught 6 buttons on the floor and a golden switch on the wall. Probably security measures for bastards like that flower. Flowery? Flowey? Flower? Eh, who cares. They wouldn't see it again, right?

Toriel walked across four of the buttons in a square-shaped pattern before switching the lever. Another door opened and she turned towards the human.

"The Ruins are full of puzzles. Ancient fusions between diversions and doorkeys! One must solve them to move from room to room - please adjust yourself to the sight of them," she informed, gesturing to the puzzle beside her.

Lunar pulled out a small notepad and a pen, jotting some information down. They doubted they'd need to solve that puzzle, but figured it would never hurt to write it down - just in case. Then, they proceeded to follow the pattern just as Toriel did. As she left the room, they touched the head of the lever - as if for good luck, then followed the goat.

"To make progress here, you will need to trigger several switches."

Oh great. More switches.

"Do not worry, I have labelled the ones that you need to flip!"

Oh, cool! No need to make myself look like a fool!

Then, they realised there was a sign on the wall. They jogged over to it, only to read "Stay on the path."

Then why put a sign on the wall away from the path?

They sighed before getting back on the path and crossing the bridge over the small stream. They looked at the wall, and there was a singular lever with three bright yellow arrows pointing towards it, and writing scribbled beside it. They just gave a small laugh before heading over and flipping it downwards.

Following Toriel, the next section had two levers and... spikes? Behind Toriel were two spike traps - something like a bear trap you'd see used on a camping trip. Though, they shrugged it off and headed to the brightly labelled switch to flip it.

"Splendid! I am proud of you, little one!" Toriel cheered, giving a small clap. Lunar couldn't help but smile and flush.

It wasn't the first time they'd been praised for small tasks - or in general. They just.. didn't know how to respond to it correctly besides get embarrassed - no matter who was praising them. So they simply faced the switch for a bit longer to gain their composure back and simply waved at Toriel, smiling shyly.

She waved back and smiled brightly, "Let us move on to the next room, shall we?"

Lunar nodded, racing to her side. Together, they passed through the small hallway to a room with a... dummy. A small, sewn together dummy.

"As a human living in the Underground, monsters may attack you... You will need to be prepared for this situation."

Prepared? Like... physically? Or mentally? Or emotionally? Or like spiritually? Does spiritually effect my SOUL? I have so many questions...

"However, worry not! The process is simple."

Lunar gave a huge sigh of relief. They wouldn't have to prepare much!

"When you encounter a monster, you will enter a fight."

That black-and-white vision... Lunar began jotting things down again, taking notes. They had a really bad feeling that they'd be in fights a lot.

"While you are in a fight-"

"Punch them square in the face and run off?" Lunar finished. It was a half joke, though the concerned look from Toriel gave them a slight panic.

"No... While you are in a fight, strike up a friendly conversation."

..? Really? Friendly conversation? What if this monster wants to kill me? Like.. Flowey! It isn't going to listen to me! I'd die-! Besides, I'm no good at conversation...

"Stall for time. I will come to resolve the conflict."

Oh-! Wait, does this mean I'm... staying with her? I mean, she's cool - but... I have a home to get back to.. A lover to get back to... a future to get back to..

"Practice talking to the dummy!" Toriel suggested, gently giving Lunar a push.

Lunar panicked, looking around the room. Looking at Toriel - who only gave a supportive thumbs up to them. Then she realised.

"Do you need some ideas for conversation topics?"

"y- Yes.."

"Well, I often start with a simple how do you do.. You could ask them about their favourite books.. Jokes can be useful for breaking the ice! Listen to this one."

Lunar braced themself for an awful pun that'd make most cringe.

"What did the skeleton tile his roof with?"

"um... no idea..?" They knew the exact answer, but decided to let her have this. "What did the skeleton tile his roof with?"

"SHIN-gles!" Toriel beamed. She let out a hearty laugh, and with that, Lunar began laughing as well. A real laugh, at that.

She smiled and ruffled Lunar's hair, motioning back to the dummy.

"Give it a try, little one!"

They nodded and headed over to the dummy. Then.. froze up. The joy drained from their system and they felt as though all eyes were on them - even if it was only Toriel that was physically in the room. They fiddled with their thumbs and rocked on their feet.

"Practice talking to the dummy, my child. You can say anything! The dummy will not be bothered."

They nodded and stepped closer, entering a fight.

Back in the black-and-white world, everything focused on the dummy. Then, four giant buttons appeared.

FIGHT ACT ITEM MERCY

They hit MERCY.

*Spare *Flee

They considered fleeing, but shook their head - pressing ACT.

*Dummy

They sighed. They knew that's probably what this... system... recognised the dummy's name to be, but it felt like an insult. Regardless, they selected the name.

*Check *Talk

They wondered what check would do.

But they were not wanting to waste more of Toriel's precious time. They felt bad that she was practically babysitting them, so they simply selected "talk."

"U-um.. nice.. fabric..? And button eyes..?" Lunar practically whispered. They were horrible at striking up normal conversations. Only conversations they had were full of crude humour, awful jokes, rants, friendly bullying, and such. They didn't like talking. Hell, they didn't like people!

With that, though, the fight ended. Lunar looked panicked and worried, fiddling with their backpack straps. Though, Toriel didn't seem to mind the fact Lunar was a bit timid. She understood, actually. A human that size would probably be intimidated by a whole world of monsters. So she simply walked up to the teenager and pat their head gently.

"Very good! You are very good!" she praised, ruffling their hair. With that, she walked into the next room - leaving Lunar to their own accords. Not for too long, though, as Lunar immediately followed after.

"There is another puzzle in this room. I wonder if you can solve it?"

More puzzles... man, I hope the Underground isn't filled with puzzles - my head already hurts enough...

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They followed her and...

!

A frog-looking monster attacked and hopped forward. Lunar slammed their hand on the MERCY button and selected flee, grabbing onto Toriel's hand. It isn't that they dislike frogs or monsters in general, it's just that the second face on the monster gave them a fright.

She gave a small laugh and held them close. Then, they were met with a giant bridge of spikes. A rather long one, too. Then they panicked - hoping they wouldn't have to remember the pattern.

Toriel gazed over the spikes, nervously. Then she looked at the human over her shoulder.

"This is the puzzle, but... Here, take my hand for a moment," she said. She sounded nervous, but seemed to ease as the black-haired human followed her instructions.

With that, they followed her over the bridge. With every step, the spikes disappeared into the floor and reappeared behind them. They reached the end, and Lunar questioned if there really was a puzzle or if the whole bridge was like that.

"Puzzles seem.. mm.. a little too dangerous for now," the caretaker laughed, fear edging her voice. Lunar nodded before following her through the hall.

"You have done excellently thus far, my child," Toriel complimented. "However... I have a difficult request to ask of you."

Lunar was ready to hear anything along the lines of going over the bridge alone or cleaning the catacombs alone. Then...

"...I would like you to walk to the end of the room by yourself. Forgive me for this."

Toriel darted to the other side of the room and Lunar panicked, following. Their bangs fell in their face as they ran, and when they cleared the hair from their face... she was gone.

They started tearing up and panicking. She abandoned them. They didn't blame her, as they figured everyone found them quite annoying... But, they got attached and even considered her as their new mother... They leaned against a pillar, quietly sobbing.. then out stepped Toriel, immediately engulfing them in a hug.

"Shh.. shh shh.." she whispered. "Do not worry, I did not leave you... I was merely behind this pillar... It is okay, my child..."

Lunar clung onto her and she continued hugging onto her, afraid to be left alone. Then she said it.

"However.. there was an important reason for this exercise... to test your independence..." Toriel said, in a near whisper.

"It is only temporary, and I will come back, okay..? I must attend to some business.. and you must stay alone for a while.."

Lunar was about to argue, but she stood up and helped them to their feet.

"Please, remain here. It's dangerous to explore by yourself," she requested.

Lunar looked down, and they could only think of negative things on why she's leaving. The thought that she wasn't going to business and was instead leaving them for dead.. it simply wouldn't leave them alone. That is... until she cupped their face.

"I have an idea. I will give you a cell phone!" she suggested. Lunar simply pulled out their own, the little pride flags on the string clinking together.

"Ah! Brilliant! We can simply trade numbers! If you have a need for anything, just call."

After inserting Toriel's number into their phone, and Lunar's number into her phone, the two hugged one more time before parting ways.

"Be good, alright?" Toriel prompted. Lunar nodded before watching her leave.

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How long until she forgets about me..?

[shattered-mirror-fanfic]

I am so sorry I couldn’t give a warning about the dead squirrel, in all fareness Player never gave me warning.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32206135/chapters/84300925

Chapter below cut for those who don’t read on Ao3:

“OH GOD! GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!” Henry shouted at the ghost, holding out the dead rodent.

“Stop being a baby, I named it Romeo.” Player replied in their usual condescending tone as they put the squirrel back into their pocket. “There was another one I was planning on naming Juliet but a fox got to it first, so I chased the fox for ten minutes before giving up.”

“Why are you like this?!” The live man sputtered out. “Also why would that help me?”

Player shrugged. “It’s meant to represent something, but I forgot.”

“Of course, typical Player.” The human commented, crossing his arms.

“Hey now! It’s that damn foxes fault! Let’s see...Ahah! I remember! The squirrel is you, and the missing organs are your relationships and bonds, you need to get rid of them and stay with me! I can give you the ending you desire!”

“I’m happy Player, ok? This is the ending I settled on, granted things went a bit haywire but we can fix everything and have an even better ending.” Henry replied sternly.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, clearly you’ve forgotten who got you here in the first place. Someone oughta teach you a lesson.”

Player lunged their translucent arm directly into Henry’s mouth, gaging him for a moment before plunging into his body. Henry bent over clutching his stomach while he coughed up some black goo. When he stood back up the red rings had gone pitch black and the ends of his hands matching the same inky color. He fell to the ground and vomited more of the goo before Player flowed out of his mouth again.

“Don’t you forget who’s the one in control.”

~~~

Back at the camp, everything had de-escalated now that Right Hand Man was fine, and everything seemed to be better. Everyone mainly just hanging out and enjoying the late afternoon atmosphere.

Right himself however, had gone back to his tent, plopping onto the bed inside face first into the pillow.

"You know you should go socialise, it’s good for you!"

Right sighed when he heard the warm voice echoing to him. “Well I’m chattin’ with ya right now, aren’t I? I didn’t want ya to feel lonely again.”

"You’re the one that’s lonely, you have done nothing but worry about me."

“Not true, I became friends with flowey boy. At least I think so until he almost made me lose you again.”

"See, you make everything about me. You need to stop thinking about me for once."

“It’s my job to worry Reg! If I didn’t I could have lost you sooner!”

"Your job is to take the role of leader in my absence, permanent or temporary. For now you need to act as a leader and not mope about me! Why am I even on your mind constantly?!"

“Oh boo fucking who, you’re pushing me away again because I care and worry!” Right shouted, jolting up into a sitting position. The dull sounds of people chatting from outside had filled the room, cicadas were even heard to be making chirps.

Reginald’s teal soul appeared and shot towards Right’s face.

"I’M pushing you away again?! Well I’m not the one avoiding everyone to wallow in my self pity because I feel bad for not immediately fixing an issue even though progress has been made!"

The soul grew closer and glowed brighter.

"I was the one that reached out! I want to be SAVED! But I don’t want you to focus only on that! I also care! I care because I’m your friend and you’ve gotten me through the worst times! I don’t want to see you cry like a baby!"

Right stared, stunned at the soul’s words.

“You don’t mean that...do you?”

"Why do you care about me so much? It’s like I’m the only thing you think about!"

“Because I love you, you idiot!”

"THEN DON’T!"

Those words left the soul fast it seemed like he didn’t process what he was responding to. The cyan glow dulled as the soul bobbed away.

“No, I can’t...wait, how are you even moving your soul?”

"I don’t know, I just felt a need to just show how mad I was at you."

“Well I’m sorry for making you my only priority. Now, no more being mad at me.” Right said, closing the conversation and pulling the floating heart to him with his hand. Said heart nuzzled against the man’s chest, regaining it’s bright glow that it had before.

"I’m sorry too."

~~~

Ellie had finally deemed her mission a success when the government camp had to abandon their gear and retreat to a camp further away. She gathered what she could carry and by sunset she was back at the main camp sharing her gatherings with everyone. It wasn't that they didn't have anything, it was just a nice thing to do. The toppat was currently caught in a very confusing debate between the skeleton brothers.

“IT IS A CRIME TO PUT KETCHUP ON SPAGHETTI!” Papyrus yelled at his brother.

“well it’s basically the same thing pap. both ketchup and tomato sauce are made from the same core ingredients and have similar consistency” Sans responded. “So you’re basically saying that putting tomato sauce on spaghetti is a crime”

“THAT IS NOT WHAT I AM SAYING AT ALL.”

“Well, I’m going to have to side with Papyrus on this one, ketchup is too sweet for any pasta.” Ellie chimed in.

“wow kid you certainly rose to the occasion to solve this problem.” The shorter skeleton joked. Ellie couldn’t help but laugh at the pun while Papyrus just sulked over how Sans was ruining their new human friend.

Something was off. Sans waived his right hand and used his magic to pull a familiar white-haired man out from a nearby bush.

“Holy shi-! Henry! What were you doing in the bushes? I’ve been looking for you since I got back!” The red-head exclaimed.

“I was out in the woods to cool off and I got a bit disoriented and lost, ok?” Henry groaned as he sat up and rubbed his head. “Also hey Ellie, where were you?”

“How’d you get-?! Y’know what, nevermind. Anyways, I was off dealing with those gov’t jerks.” Ellie spoke. “Damn Svensson wouldn’t let me use the rocket launcher.”

“What a buzzkill, we only misused it once and no one got hurt! Oh yeah, that reminds me, I wanted to ask you something.” Henry began before standing up to brush the dirt off his pants and grab his friend by the arm and drag her to where no one could see them.

“What’s going on Hen? Is something up?”

"I need you to keep an eye on player."

"Who?" The man's friend responded with a puzzled face.

"Listen, I know you've heard of soul bonds, Player is someone I’ve been soul bonded to for years. It was a pure accident. Right Hand Man got into a soul bond with the chief’s soul, which means he can see Player, and that is not good.”

“How can I even watch them if I can’t see them?”

“Elles, you're going to have to trust me, Player is going to try something, I know it. Just stay with Right Hand Man and make sure nothing goes wrong, and don’t immediately believe what you see or hear, Player is good at distractions.”

“Is that where the dance came from?”

“Well...yeah”  Henry said after pausing.

“I knew you were too good to come up with that yourself!” Ellie laughed.

“Rude much? She’s lucky you took pity on her and didn’t listen when I said you could’ve been better off without her.” Spoke a familiar voice.

“Speaking off the goddamn devil…”

~~~

The sun was setting on yet another day, Frisk and Chara had been wandering around the camp, checking on each of their friends while enjoying the night air. Frisk passed the tent where the Toppats were staying when they heard a voice inside. They opened the tent flap and saw the Right Hand Man, laying in his cot, talking to the teal soul of the chief.

“Uhm, Mr. Right Hand Man? Are you doing ok?” The child asked, fully stepping into the tent and staring at the man.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, just talkin’ with Reg. How are you doing?” He asked in return.

Frisk smiled and gave a thumbs up while Chara floated over another one of the beds, examining Reginald’s soul from afar.

“That’s great kid, uh, say, who’s your ghosty friend? Haven’t seen ‘em before.” Right questioned after seeing Chara staring at the soul.

“Oh, that is Chara, I guess that solves the question of what happened earlier. I was wondering but no one told me.” the young kid explained.

“Huh, I only learned about this soul bond thing today, but it seems like that’s what you got going on.” Right responded. The teal soul bobbed over in the direction of Chara, hovering only a few inches from the ghost’s face.

“Heya...buddy? Already at a stage two? It usually doesn’t take that short of time.”

“I’m with Chara, how is that possible? Granted they got to 5 in a few days, but we did a number of resets, so it piles up to a long time.”

“Well, Reginald is just special, that’s just how it’s been since ah met him.” Right added, leaning over to scoop the soul up in his hands and bring it back to him. The soul bobbed around the man’s head before nestling itself into the messy bun he pulled his hair into.

“Oh really? Doesn’t seem all that special to me.” Chara snarkly said. Frisk hopped onto to the bed and sat next to the Right Hand Man, continuing to stare at the soul.

“Well it’s a kind of special you only understand after knowing him for a long time.” He responded, obviously too tired to properly argue.

Frisk chuckled a bit while Chara sighed before they spoke again.

“Say, what do you know about the flower?”

“Ya mean Flowey? Sort of mixed feelings on that lil bugga, granted he tried to help, but he also broke the soul container Reg was in.”

“But Mr. Reginald is fine now, so doesn’t that make up for it?” Frisk asked.

“I mean, in theory? But, still feels like it’s not enough.”

“Well, it’s a start, I just know he’s trying to be better.” Frisk said, and if they ever opened their eyes, there’d be sparks of determination glistening in them.

“I doubt it, I’ve known that flower long enough to know he’s psychotic.” Chara argued.

“Ok kids, calm down, no need to fight this late at night.” Right calmly said. “Now Chara, what is going on between you an’ that flower?” The ghost sulked a bit and crossed their arms.

“I don’t want to talk about it, but he was different, and much better.”

Right sighed and let the PATIENCE from Reginald’s soul seep into his own, and he took another deep breath.

File Saved.

“Ya don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want t’.” Right calmly said. Chara looked away and grumbled a quiet thank you. Right smiled and reached behind his head and pulled Reginald’s soul in front of him. “Anyways, you kids should head off, Reg and I are gonna get some shut eye.”

Frisk nodded and slid off the cot and walked out of the tent with their ghost sibling floating shortly behind them.

“Those kids are great, aren’t they?”

“Indeed, Frisk is going to be a great ambassador.”

~~~

Once the ambassador in question stepped out of the tent, they were spotted by their mother immediately.

“Frisk! There you are! It’s late, you should be in bed!” Toriel exclaimed while kneeling down to hug her child.

“Mom, I’m fine, I was just talking with Mr. Right Hand Man.” Her child assured.

“Oh alright, but you still need to sleep my child, you told me about how much you want to help all of us, and you can’t do that while exhausted.” She spoke again.

“I’m not tired though mom!”

“Frisk, sleep is still necessary, now do you want me to tuck you in?”

“Sure, it feels like tomorrow is going to be a big day.”

[floweypacifistweed]

floweypacifistweed

My Opinion on;

Character in general: Well, personally I find Flowey as a character just as problematic as he is enlightening. He is a very specific kind of villain, one that we don’t get to see all too often. Stranded up in a situation he has been maneuvered into from all sides and having to deal with completely unprepared will mostly call forth a deep insanity and that is what he really has to suffer with. Detachment, Psychosis, Trauma, constant Stress. He hasn’t just lost a limb, he has pretty much lost the whole being he had been before he fell down. All that resides are phantom pains and hollow echos of what once was Asriel. He feels inadequate on his best days, is what this situation pretty much means. Flowey on a total is utterly unable to simply accept how his situation is. And due to the DT, he doesn’t really have to anymore, which becomes an easy fix to his pain. 

How they play them: That’s kind of hard to describe. . . What I usually try with him is to let him slide along the narrow path between having emotions and being empathetic. Obviously he struggles with envisioning, ordering and categorizing his emotions and is thus completely thrown off any empathy game. He also is very aware of his powers and that he can use them in overabundance. But he also recognizes, that power isn’t always the right thing. While doing the right thing for him doesn’t hold much feeling anymore, he will try far more now, after he has experienced the souls inside of him, during the true pacifist ending.

The Mun: Is a softie and an idiot. I get confused easily, kind of suffer from social anxiety and depression and try to do right by everybody. My opinion of myself isn’t all too good, but I try to be the best human I can be and I guess that is really all I can attempt :3

Do I:

RP with them: That would be so fucking weird... now I lowkey want this! Want to RP with them:  Screw it I kinda would want to try, however fucked up it is. XD

What is my;

Overall Opinion: *shrugs* I’m here. either you engage in action with me or you don’t . Not much of an opinion, I know, but I am a bit detached. Let’s just see your own opinion without tainting it with my own first!!

[poubelle-squelette]

[1/2] ok picture this, what if, instead of going home right away... you know how some water parks hold art performances and stuff at night, right? (well... this one does, for reasons, that make lots of sense <.<) what if they had stayed after dark and there happened to be like, a light show?

[2/2] one of those where there’s UV black light all over the place, and then they have dancers covered in fluorescent paint performing around the audience. doesn’t that sound like fun and wholesome entertainment for everyone and not at all like a complete nightmare for sans? (“look flowey! auntie’s gonna dance too! :D”) (… they also have like this fountain as part of the show that uses tonic water. it causes quite an effect :P)

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Alright folks so i am not sure how well UV light actually shows…bodily fluids and it probably wouldnt work on magical fluids anyway BUT i liked this ask so much. so the following is not canon but i just couldn’t help myself after reading @rehlia​‘s filthy sans pov smut fic and subsequently getting this prompt, so here we go:

It was evening and the air was starting to get chilly. You hadhalf a mind to run back to the lockers to grab your cover up so you wouldn’t beout in your bathing suit in the cold weather, but Frisk was begging to go watchthe light show at the center of the park and get a good view. The whole groupwent and got to stand pretty close to the stage. The whole area was lit up withdifferent colored lights.

You gently nudged Sans andhooked your pinky with his. You were trying to be reassuring, especially afterthe whole “i didn’t feel nothing” comment. You knew it was a conversationfor a later time, and that he was feeling embarrassed, but he was prettydistant the rest of the afternoon. You hoped he could feel you trying to soothehim. 

“You alright?” you whispered. “Iknow today was awkward.”

“heh, i think you mean aquard,” hesaid with an easy grin. “you know me, i just go with the flow.”

Well he was punning, so maybethis awkwardness was just you. You smiled and tried not to be tooembarrassed. “So, this show is pretty new. I don’t remember themadvertising it before this spring. I’m kind of excited.”

Suddenly, the lights aroundthe stage and fountains went dark and music began to play. You watched withglee as strobe lights began to flicker and the black lights came on. Dancerswith intricate body paint came onstage and started dancing to the music. Youwatched, eyes so focused on the stage you didn’t realize Sans pulling away fromyou.

“Wow Auntie! Are you going togo up there too?!” 

You tilted your head. “Huh?No of course not Frisk. You know I’d just fall over. Why do you think I’d go upthere.”

“Because your swimsuit isglowing!” Frisk said, pointing.

You glanced down and sawthat, instead, there were a few splatters on your bikini top. You inwardly wretched.Isn’t urine supposed to show up under a UV light? Or blood? God, public poolswere gross, especially when you saw the effects of them. Still…not exactly asecret that this shit was in there, although now you really wanted a shower.

But…as you looked around,you noticed that…no one else had splatters on their swimwear. Just you.

You glanced down again. Itseemed less like splatters and more like…lines…

Frisk’s outburst caused therest of the group to look over at you and your top. Undyne shot Sans adisbelieving look.

“Dude…no way, you didn’t?You…couldn’t…”

“…”

“Sans, you DIDN’T?!” Shepressed.

“…”

“O-o-oh my G-god!” Alphyssaid, piecing it together. “S-sans! How?!”

“What’d Uncle Sans do? Did heput on the paint for her?”

………….

You glanced down at your top and the markings.

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

GOD.

That should be impossible. He doesn’t have a penis. He couldn’thave…this couldn’t possibly…you looked at Sans, expression frantic and pleading.He’s going to laugh now. He’s going to make some stupid joke and laugh ineveryone’s face and call you…an idiot baby or something stupid, and everyonewas going to fondly store such a good jape in their memory.

But instead of laughing, Sans shamefully looked away from you.

No. 

NO. 

HOW?!

Undyne immediately started cackling, despite Alphys trying toshush her. Toriel and Asgore both were now reassuring Frisk that your swimsuitjust had some weird chemical in the material.

Realization set in.

Youwere wearing a jizz coated bikini top.

Your ears began burning. The sound of the crowd, the music,Undyne’s laughter all started to die out and the pounding of your heart was theonly thing you could listen to.

All you could see was Sans, and the extremely guilty expressionon his face. You reached out to him, because you knew, you knew he was going to try and teleport out of here without you.You snagged his forearm and just like that-

Blip!

His bedroom.

His bed.

Just the two of you.

Youwere wearing a bikini top with Sans’s fucking jizz seeped in.

Before you could say anything, apologies start spilling out fromhis mouth.

“i’m so sorry, i don’t know what i was thinking. it happened sofast. one minute i was on my way to return it and the next i’m over a toilet inthe men’s bathroom. it wasn’t supposed to happen i just couldn’t stop thinkinabout ya and how soft you looked and how fuckin badly i needed to touch youand i…uh…i uh…wrapped your top around my…and i didn’t mean to cum all over it, iwashed it and then i was gonna throw it out but undyne spotted me and i…”

…

Is this what you sounded like when you tried to explain away anembarrassing situation? You felt almost bad for Sans. There was sweat pouringdown his face, which was several shades darker than you’d ever seen on himbefore.

“i know i’m a disgusting piece of shit for doin it…”

As Sans apologized and explained what happened, the tiniestglimmer appeared in his chest.

“Sans.”

He stopped midsentence.

“You’re glowing.”

“for fuck’s sake.”

He grabbed one of the blankets on his bed and wrapped it aroundhimself. He looked so flustered and frazzled and ashamed and embarrassed.

He was acting like you.

…

So.

You sighed and placed your hand on his shoulder.

You have to make it better, like he would do for you.

“Sans. Where is it?”

“w-what?”

“The dick, Sans. Where are you hiding it?”

He blinked at you as though you were on a different plane ofexistence. You persevered. “Sans. This whole,goddamn time I thought there was nothing in your pants. Papyrus laughed at the thought of a skeletonhaving a penis. Where is the hidden dong?”

Sans stared at you. “are you serious right now?” he askedweakly. He looked down at his pelvis. “uh…”

If you were being honest, you were totally curious about whatwas there. You thought it was nothing? You’d spooned with him, watched him donude modeling, seen his soul glow but…

Youlooked at him expectantly.

 Shamefully,reluctantly, he pulled down his swimtrunks. A bare pelvic bone lay before you.

 “couldyou…maybe…turn around?” 

Youcomplied and turned away until Sans whispered your name. When you turned backthere was a light blue, almost human like cock, right about where you’d expecta cock to be. 

… 

Inthis moment, you had only one thought.

“OHMY GOD. IT LOOKS LIKE THAT FUCKING POPSICLE!”

[littlebittykittycommittee]

(EDIT: I know you were more talking about Chara in general getting written as an antagonistic rude little shit in fan content whereas I glommed onto Fanon Evil Chara, but I think it's the same root cause of "not the greatest person" means "RUDE and MEAN" and must have been a total condemnation of Chara as a person, and Chara's true personality being seen as being "Like Flowey from the jump".)

It is weird how incredibly unlike even canon Evil Chara fanon Evil Chara (or even Not-Evil-But-Not-Very-Nice Chara) is portrayed. Because yeah, they're usually written act more like Flowey than their own self from canon: rude, insulting, short-tempered and angry, snide, cruel, delighting in others' pain. They'll spout off Floweyisms like it's going out of style, like calling people idiots, Sans is the smiley trashbag, "kill or be killed", etc.

In the game, it's Flowey who delights in interacting with people: he is the one who wants to play with them, squeeze all the entertainment value he can get out of them by seeing everything they can say or do, and kills gleefully, terrorizing and mocking enemies as he captures and kills them for his own fun. Without the compassion and love he's used to, his loneliness and isolation has turned to "socializing" in an incredibly fucked up way.

By comparison, Chara's problem the further into Kill All we go is very much marked by growing disinterest and the letting go of all "sentimentality" they have left, to the point of only categorizing people by how much of a problem they will be to fight (and only evaluating how useful or useless the things you check are to completing the Kill All path). People stop being people. They are "free EXP". They are "the enemy". In game, Evil Chara views killing not as their way of having fun, like Flowey. It's a means to an end: power, destroying the world, and moving on. They become very focused, utilitarian, and goal-oriented, while Flowey is the one enjoying it more for entertainment and novelty.

Flowey twisted his own emotions and became a monster in the other sense of the word. Chara blunts and loses their emotions to become a weapon. I think this comes down to a mixture of their basic personalities (Asriel craves companionship and amusement like any kid to try to recapture how he felt before the tragedy that happened to him, suicidal Chara who was told they were "the future of humans and monsters" needs a purpose to latch onto) and how their respective soullessness affected them (ONE DAY I SWEAR I will write my thesis on human soullessness).

So it is really weird how Chara gets characterized in fan works where they're evil "just cuz", because yeah even in the route where they're definitely evil, they act so incredibly different from how fun-lovin', fun-havin' Flowey and yet creators will take so many cues from him in how they depict Chara: manipulative, viciously gleefully sadistic, resetting to play with people like toys and kill over and over again, cruel and taunting, flings insults and taunts around for extra bullying before the murder, screaming in rage and denial when things don't go as expected. Meanwhile Canon Evil Chara just kinda… hangs out listlessly and hardens more and more into cold purpose.

It's part of a weird pattern I've noticed in general where Evil Chara is portrayed really differently from canon. There is a sense of "Chara is ambiguous anyway so this is how I portray them," but like you said, Kill All Chara is actually very explicitly characterized. They have their own personality, but a lot of creators will make them act like Flowey when they're filling in as villain.

Other examples of Fanon Evil Chara outright flying in the face of canon (bolding for emphasis mine):

"With your guidance. I realized the purpose of my reincarnation. Power." > Chara is the one "guiding" Frisk to kill, an evil spirit either trying to manipulate or badger them into attacking, giving them nightmares and hallucinations, or actively swiping their body to do it themself. Note there is no indication anywhere in the game that we are being tricked or pressured to kill by an unseen force. Chara's words just randomly get flipped on their head to suit the "demonic possession" narrative.

"Interesting. You want to go back. You want to go back to the world you destroyed. It was you who pushed everything to its edge. It was you who led the world to its destruction. But you cannot accept it. You think you are above consequences." > SO MANY TIMES, I have seen this line used against Chara by Frisk, Sans, etc, or even just the narration of the fic itself, in the sense that Chara has escaped justice somehow and arrogantly plays with people's lives without care, or is shifting blame wrongfully off themself (y'all you are the ones who played the game and did it though, like literally, the game is just acknowledging this). They'll be carefree and unrepentent about any of their actions, unlike their canon self clearly viewing it as this thing that Cannot Be Undone.

"But. You and I are not the same, are we? This SOUL resonates with a strange feeling. There is a reason you continue to recreate this world. There is a reason you continue to destroy it. You are wracked with a perverted sentimentality. Hmm. I cannot understand these feelings any more. Despite this. I feel obligated to suggest. Should you choose to create this world once more. Another path would be better suited." > Tying in with the "above consequences" line above. Individual stories and entire AUs (like Killer Sans, Dusttale, and Last Breath) where Chara is the Big Bad doing a laughably absurd number of Kill All runs for the lolz, the tormentor and arch enemy of Sans and the source of everyone's misery. Stabby baby, can't you think of anything else to do?? You really like doing the murder dance for minutes on end and waiting for enemies to poke their heads out, that much? Compared to canon, where Chara will accept it with some grumbling because it really is up to you, but shows no enthusiasm or enjoyment for it and "suggests" something else. (What they're doing in the Soulless Pacifist ending is a whole nother can of beans, but another KA in the Underground is canonically something they wouldn't do if it really were up to them. Which makes it weird that's literally all they do if given the chance in so many fan works.)

It's just funny because… evil advisor, above consequences, killing on loop, literally all of this is Flowey in game too! His opening speech is trying to trick you into thinking LV is how you get stronger, he advises you on how to get to the best ending only to use it for his scheme, his behavior clearly shows he does think of it as a game now and only in True Pacifist does he come back down to Earth, and we know he's reset and killed everyone enough times to have gotten bored with it and let the world finally move on enough to let Frisk fall down.

It's frankly bizarre how much even Evil Chara's canon words and behavior get tossed out the window in favor of Even EVILLER Chara that's just Eviller Flowey. I think it's a combination of people assuming "laughed it off" means Chara was literally a cackling supervillain who poisoned people for funsies and for some reason no one saw anything weird or off about that (lol), from there assuming Asriel is emulating Chara as Flowey and therefore Chara's true personality = Flowey even though we see everything we see from them even in Kill All shows them reacting very differently, and also I think people just want a villain LIKE Flowey because he makes for such a delightful little jerk, but they don't want poor likable lil Asriel to get beat up by Sans. So instead Chara gets his personality grafted onto them, so THEY can be the little sadistic dirtbag above consequences who gets beat up and killed. Huzzah! (Because they're not the greatest person, so that means they were literally Flowey but even worse, right?? Right.)

Just, very selective reading of the characters.

Thinking about it. People have discussed to death and debated over whether Chara was ‘good’ or ‘evil’, and talked about their feelings on fandom’s early tendency to cast them as a villain. But now I’m wondering why a lot of fanworks cast them as a hyperactive little shit who swears a lot, gets mad easily, argues with everyone, and is sassy as hell. 

Sassy and sarcastic I can see if you’re going by Narra Chara. But rude, hyperactive, yandere-esque, and especially the swear words… not so much? 

And yeah, I could make arguments about how hiding their face paints a very shy and quiet image. But I’m not going to grasp at straws from still images. I’m going to use dialogue very few ‘Chara is evil’ believers are willing to argue DIDN’T come from them. 

In No Mercy, which is the one route basically everyone agrees they narrate, they’re direct and to the point and usually distant and unemotional. They’re not yelling that you’re a fucking donkey for believing you’re above consequences and can take back control, or heartlessly ripping into the monsters for being so foolishly naive and weak, or gloating over their victory. They calmly explain who and what they are, and what they want. The few times they do insult you, they use sophisticated words like ‘perverse sentimentality’. When they dismiss the monsters they’ve met until now, they don’t go out of their way to be really cruel and insulting. They remain direct and to the point, and are usually cold and harsh statements of fact. 

Toriel’s check in No Mercy is ‘Not worth talking to.’ They’re not wrong. In every other route, talking does nothing, only persistently sparing her lets you make progress. 

Papyrus gets ‘Forgettable’. Again, they’re not wrong. Very few monsters really take notice of him, most only remembering him in relation to other people. As ‘Sans’ brother’ or ‘Undyne’s trainee’. 

Monster Kid is just ‘in my way’. Cruel, but objectively not wrong. It’s less of a ponted insult, and more how little they think of them. 

For Undyne, the narrator isn’t even particularly cold or disrespectful. In two out of three possible flavor texts, they refer to Undyne as ‘the heroine’. Quite a compliment, and one that isn’t wrong, considering how she’s standing up to a mass murderer and protects Monster Kid. 

Mettaton, in No Mercy, gets similarly positive or neutral remarks. ‘Dr Alphys’ greatest invention’ and ‘Mettaton NEO blocks your way’. He sure is blocking your way. And most of the Underground sure does know him as Dr Alphys’ greatest invention. I guess it could be read as sarcastic, but with the tone of all these other bits of flavor text, it feels more like a neutral statement…? 

And of course. Sans. He probably has the absolute biggest variety of No Mercy flavor text. ‘The easiest enemy’ could be read as insulting, but this is corrected to a more objective statement of encouragement. ‘He can’t keep dodging forever. Just keep attacking.’ Other bits of flavor text are objective assessments of how tired Sans is, how YOU feel, and how dwelling on the flavor text isn’t a great use of time. At no point do they call him smiley trashbag, that comedian, or…anything really insulting. 

At no point do they call ANYONE anything especially insulting. They’re not like Flowey, calling everyone idiots. If anything, a villainous and murderous Chara comes off as more cold and distant. Even the Save Points don’t tell you ‘5 more idiot babies to slaughter’ or specifically demand that you finish everyone off before moving on. Until you reach Sans, Chara makes no effort to discourage or persuade you. They just state objectively ‘x left’ or ‘but nobody came’. 

They just… don’t care. They don’t care about any of these people anymore, not even enough to waste energy on insulting them. All they care about is reaching ‘the end’. (Or one could argue they’re at least trying to act like they don’t care.)

Chara states that they were confused upon awakening and chose to follow your lead. Personally I’m inclined to believe that they’re not lying. They choose to follow our orders to the utmost, even when they do not understand those orders, even when those orders lead them to the edge of annihilation. 

On a final note. It’s kinda sad how Chara’s systematic completionist mentality is cold and horrifying in No Mercy… but in the Winter Alarm Clock dialogue, it’s a funny anecdote of a more lighthearted time which both Asgore and Toriel remember fondly, and a behavior Asriel still continues to emulate even after he stops idolizing Chara. 

Any trait, when taken to the extreme, can become nightmarish. 

[proxylynn]

UNDERFELL: FILE NAME NOT EDGY ENOUGH part #7

Chapter 7: Trust WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [About another week later] Not much has changed since the door moment. Toriel has become more doting than usual. Feeling guilty over having to result in violence to subdue me before my soul changed. I have tried to explain that I asked for it and was okay with how she handled it, but to no avail. Flowey's concern over the Black Soul is also apparent. He questions me more on how I feel when we train and lessens the training if he thinks I'm being pushed too hard. It annoys me because his worry costs me from gaining more stat points on the usual schedule. At this rate, it'll take another week just to gain the points for a normal one-week session. I ask Chara for advice but he's got about as much as I do, which ain't anything really. I gave it some time before trying to talk to Sans again. That guy can be such an asshole sometimes. But when you get past that part of him, he can be really fun to just chat with. But even he treads lightly around me now. I catch him correcting the things he says every so often. I hate this. Everyone is acting like I'm a ticking time-bomb that can go off at any second. At least Napstablook treats me the same. He doesn't think I'm some porcelain doll that needs to be handled with kid gloves. In fact, I'm not sure what he thinks of me. But whatever it is, it's more normal than what everyone else thinks. "psst...Lynsie...you awake?" I roll over in bed and find Napstablook hovering nearby. This used to scare the crap out of me until I made him promise to speak before trying to wake me. Nothing's creepier than waking up to the feeling you're being watched and finding a ghost's face in your face. Especially when all you can see are those freaky glowing red eyes that stare into your very soul and cast everything else in a soft crimson glow. "*yawn* What's up, Blooky-man?" He settles down beside me, no longer uncomfortable with the idea of laying in bed near me. "s-sorry. hope this isn't a bad time." "Nah, man, you're good. As long as he's still sleeping, we should be fine." I look over at the slumbering flower that's slightly dropped in his pot. "Yeah, we're fine. So what's the dealio my ghost buddy? Ya needed to talk or something?" "*sigh* not really sure. I kinda didn't feel like being alone. know what I mean?" I nod with a smile. "Chill with me as long as you want. You know I like having your company." He blushes faintly but goes unnoticed in the dark. We lay in bed and face the ceiling. Staring at nothing but images in our heads. "this is nice." "Agreed." "it reminds me of an old ghost tradition." "Oh? Do tell." "well...promise not to make fun about it?" "Dude, after all this time we've been buds do ya really have to ask me that?" "heh...I guess that was silly. you're too nice to do that." "So how's this tradition go?" "after a great meal, I like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage..." "Blook-man..." "what?" "That's some very trashy behavior." He looks at me funny and I bite my tongue to keep quiet. "did you really just make pun of me?" "Who? Me? Never. The very idea is rubbish." He glares a bit. Those eyes would shoot daggers if they could, I swear. "Hey, I got an idea. Wanna hear some surface music?" That softens his expression. "you have tunes?" "Nah, man. I got playlists. So many playlists! Organized by genre and mood of course." "...bust that shit out now." I giggle and roll off the bed away from him. He watches me, which is good since he's the light I'm seeing by, as I go to the dresser and search around for my iPod. "*grumbling* Stupid thing...freaking saw it this morning...the fuck does it go missing when nobody touches my shit...wait...wait...Got it!" "sweet!" I prance over victoriously and return to my spot on the bed. "wait...didn't you say that thing was drenched in water?" "Yeah, but I dried it out n some rice. Works fine now. Only bad thing is I don't have the charge cable down here and I limited battery life left." "let me see it." He takes it from me and looks at the plugin part. "I think there might be cords for this at the dump. don't quote me on that though." I'm a bit stunned. "what?" "There's a dump? Underground? With human junk in it?" "you'd be surprised by what ends up down here. I mean...look at you for example." I'm not sure whether that was a compliment or an insult. I'll go with a compliment because I like the guy. [You complimented Napstablook.] "I'm glad to down here if it means I get to be with you, Blooky." [Though that might have been just a bit too much for a compliment.] The blush he gets must be pretty big because his face is glowing brightly. [The faint odor of ectoplasm permeates the vicinity.] "Blook-man?" "*flustered* s-s-shut up and put some d-damn music on, you idiot!" "*groans*" "Shhhhh!" We freeze and look at Flowey. He shifts a little bit before settling down again. "Too close, man. Too close." "are you really afraid of waking him? he's just a flower." "Not him...Toriel's room is next door. If so much as one sound can wake him then it's enough to wake her. And what do you think she'll do when she comes charging in to see a dude in bed with her daughter in the middle of the night?" For a moment, the black of Napstablook's coloring pales to being as white as the sheets of the bed. "for the love of asgore...have mercy on me, Lynsie! I beg of you! please, spare me her wrath!" "Shhhhh! Blooky, calm down. Just relax and we'll be okay if we keep our voices down. Alright?" "o-okay...okay...c-can y-you play the music now? i-it'll help calm me down." "Sure, buddy. You don't have to ask me twice." I hand him an earbud, which he puts in, while I tune up the player and scroll through a few things. "Anything you in the mood for?" "not really." "Very well. Random shuffle it is." Hitting the button, a tune starts up and I put the other earbud in so I don't miss out. [My Chemical Romance - The Ghost of You] "♪I never said I'd lie and wait forever. If I died, we'd be together right now. I can't always just forget her. But she could try...At the end of the world. Or the last thing I see. You are never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are never ever...Ever...Get the feeling that you're never. All alone and I remember now. At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies. She dies...♫" Huh...I forgot I had this song...Probably would've worked for the one I picked to fall down to. "♪At the end of the world. Or the last thing I see. You are never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me...If I fall...If I fall down...♫" This feeling...There was a reason I made a playlist like this...Heh...I remember now...I wanted to cry. "♪At the end of the world. Or the last thing I see. You are never coming home, never coming home. Never coming home, never coming home. And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna...♫" I can feel the tears flow down the sides of my face and slope just under my ears. I'm so weak for this. Intentionally making a playlist so that it'll force me to cry. How pathetic. I bet Napstablook thinks I must be a big baby for crying about a song. "*sniffling*" Wait a second...I'm not making that sound. Looking to my side, Napstablook has his eyes shut tight and the glow of his red tears is all I see. "Buddy? You okay? Did I pick a bad song?" His eyes open in fright and next thing I know is he's holding onto me for dear life. "B-Blooky? Hey man, what's wrong?" "*cries* why did you go? you told me you wouldn't leave me behind...you said family sticks together...so why? why did you leave me all alone?!" I flinch. Those words...This sadness...I know this all too well. I don't know who these words are truly for, but I can't forgive that person for making Napstablook feel the way he does now. No one...Not even monsters that try to kill to live...No one should feel this pain! I wrap my arms around the sadden specter and hold him tight to my chest. "*groggy* Wha...? *yawn* What's all the yelling for?" Flowey wakes up but can't see a thing due to Napstablook's face taking cover against me. "Go back to sleep, Flowey." "Huh?" The sound of heavy steps is heard coming up the hall and room's door opens with a simultaneous flicker of the lights. "My child? Is everything...?" Toriel looks at the scene now shown in the light. "I know what this looks like...But please. Not right now, mom. Not right now..." As much as she wants to do something about the boy in her daughter's bed, the ghost's body language and my words tell her this is more a moment of supportive emotional comfort than a thing of private intimacy. "Understood." She turns out the lights. "Rest easy, young ones." She leaves and I can hear her return to her room. I really wish I could say she wouldn't stoop to listening in through the walls, but that would be foolish to think otherwise. "She...She left? She really left? Just like that?" "Flowey...Go back to sleep." "But...I have so many questions..." "*snarls* she said go back to sleep, you annoying weed, or I'll make you sleep...permanently!" "Blooky." "*mumbles* sorry..." "Fine, I'll try to sleep. But no funny stuff." I roll my eyes and rub Napstablook's back. Funny. I should probably ask how I can grasp a ghost on a physical level, but not now. Now is not the time for such fascinating questions. {Hey...uh...You're not really going to do anything gross, are you?} Oh for fuck's sake! Can I not hug a guy in my bed without everyone thinking we're going to do something?! And where did you come from, Chara?! Your timing fucking sucks man! "um...Lynsie?" "Yeah?" "t-thanks. for b-b-being here and...letting me be all...lame like this." "Napstablook...I...There's something I want you to know." "what's that?" For the love of all that's holy, don't anyone judge me for this or have him take it the wrong way. "I want you to know that I'll always be here for you." I press a small kiss to his forehead and his eyes open wide, casting the room in a hellish glow that makes my sweet smile a tad creepy. "I don't know who made you feel this hurt. But I would never dream of doing so to you. I care too much. So you can be here with me for as long as you wish. I'm not going to leave you. I have nowhere to go and no better place to be. No better place than right here, because here is where you are, and thus, I shall remain. Do you understand this, Blooky? Do you see my truth?" He just stares at me, unblinking. "y-you...you can't be real." "Hush, silly boy. I am as real as you. And I meant what I said. I will not leave you. This I promise." "b-b-but..." I rest my head on his and give a little nuzzle. "No buts. I told you, I promise. I take my promises very seriously. So there's no point trying to say no." He grumbles a little before settling down and accepting this. "so...you'd really stay with me if I need you?" "Yep." "does that little promise of yours include my place?" "Depends...You inviting me over?" "heh...what if I am?" "Hmmm...Guess you backed me into a corner on that one." "*scoff* knew it. not even you would..." "I'd just have to get directions. I don't want to get lost along the way." He's shocked and so is Flowey. "Are you freaking serious?! You can't leave the Ruins! The monsters out there will chew you up and spit you out! You're too nice to handle them!" "Flowey...I said...Go back to sleep. *cold* How hard is it to do that one simple thing?" Flowey shivers and hides in his pot. "*sigh* I swear, that boy calls me a shitty listener? Silly little flower." "Lynsie..." I give my attention back to Napstablook. "you...you would really leave the Ruins? for me?" "Is that really so hard to believe?" "b-but what about Toriel?" "If I explain to her the situation I'm fairly confident she'll let me hang out at your place. Provided I take my phone and call her multiple times to let her know I'm okay. You know how she is about my safety." "true. must be nice. having someone care about you like that." "It is. But I'm sure you feel the same way." "huh?" "Because I care about you, spooky Blooky." He blushes and squirms in my hold. "ah...no fair! stop making this so awkward!" "Sorry. But you make it hard not to be so sweet on ya. What with that cute face and adorable behavior." "do you want me to go? because if you keep that up, I'm gone." "Fair enough. I shall stop...for now." "*growls*" "I only do it because I like you. Remember that. I'm only sweet to those I care about...That means you." "w-whatever. *muffled* ...care about you too..." "What was that?" "n-n-nothing! just take your own advice and go to sleep." "Will you stay with me if I do?" "...maybe." "Okay...Sweet dreams, Blook-man." "night, human." He shuts his eyes and I open mine so I can watch him. He's so cute for a silly ghost. I remove the earbuds and shove the iPod under the pillow. "Just to be clear...You really were inviting me out to your house? No joke?" "yes...it's far from here but if you want to come over, you can." "Can I listen to your tunes while I'm there?" "oh my god, sure, whatever. just go to sleep already." "Thank you, Blooky." He growls a little and I hug him closer to calm him. Eventually, sleep does claim us once more. When I finally wake up again it's around noon. Toriel got a little worried that something happened, but her fears end when I prove not to be dead. With a little encouragement, I get Napstablook to stick around long enough to explain our little "sleepover" idea. If this was any other monster, I have the feeling Toriel would set them ablaze where they stand. Likely for Napstablook he has two things going for him. One, he's a ghost and as a ghost, he's already technically dead. And two, he can only be somewhat hurt if attacked with magic. Sure, Toriel's flames are physical. Yet she conjures them by magic. But she doesn't know this or at least doesn't appear to. So Napstablook is able to leave unharmed after the talk. She agrees to think it over. How long, she does not say. Till then, it's life as usual. [Eventually] I get the feeling Toriel is becoming more comfortable with the idea of me venturing out of the Ruins. I figure as much with her subtle hints like the extra clothes that show up in my room, the bagged lunches starting to fill the fridge, and the sudden appearance of a backpack with the Delta Rune on it. I'd have to be pretty slow not to pick up on any of that. Still, I'm amazed she's going this far with it. Maybe it's because of all the hard work I've been doing. Maybe it's because she noticed my stats finally increase again to an impressive HP 36, ATK 21, and DEF 14. Or maybe it's because I haven't been bugging her about like some snot-nosed brat would. It goes to show that if you want someone to take you seriously, you show that you're are a responsible adult that is not a nagging whining asshole. Still, I don't know how much longer she intends to prepare before announcing the okay. It could be ages, or whenever the fridge can't take anymore bagged lunches. I end up finding out sooner or later. Because one day, I wake up to a note slid under my door. {What's it say?} "My child, this is a day that I would be lying to say I was not dreading. You have done well to show me that you are strong, both in power and heart. Surely, you have noticed the items I have been leaving in your room. Take the bag and gather only that what you need. Meet me at the door when you are ready." {Creepy.} "Why is it...Wait...No, you're right. This is creepy. Like, sending a lamb into a wolf den level of foreboding." {Flowey's not here either.} "What? *sigh* I swear those two scheme together sometimes. What do you think the odds are he's with her and she'll pawn him on us as a spy?" {Very likely. About as likely as you hugging Napstablook.} "Hehe...Damn that percentage is huge!" {What are you gonna pack?} "Some extra clothes, the phone, the iPod, and a bunch of those bags in the fridge. You know. The must haves." {What about the knife?} I flinch at that. {The monsters out there are all high LV leveled. And unlike mom, they WILL attempt to kill you in a fight. As much as I share your 'do not kill' mentality, you will need something to defend yourself. And that toy is the closest thing to a defensive tool that you have.} "...I know. It was handy in the fight with Toriel as I could deflect her shots. But if I...If the Black Soul triggers...I don't want to end up hurting anyone." {I know that. But that's why I'll help you.} "You didn't help me last time. Toriel had to choke me out. Where were you during all that anyway?" {I told you before. It takes a lot of energy to manifest. The longer you store your magic, the more often I can come out. And you tend to have the most energy for me to use after a few days.} "You're using my energy?" {Well...Yeah. I am sort of attached to you.} "Why?" {You landed on my grave when you fell.} "...That doesn't answer anything!" {How the hell would I know? It's not like I got a manual on how this works when I died.} "Fair enough. *huff* Probably should make this quick. Who knows how long she's been waiting." So I do just that. I get dressed, gather up my junk into the backpack, and when all is ready I head downstairs to the basement. Low and behold, her note wasn't kidding. She is down here and waiting at the exit door. Her face holding back other emotions that she'd rather be showing than the eerie unsettled calm she has. She holds Flowey in his pot like doing so is what is keeping her so relaxed. I'd hate to see how she'll be once we leave. "I have been expecting you, my child." "I was beginning to think you'd never be ready for this, Nanny." "Are you sure you really want to do this? No one is making you do anything you don't want to." "I know, and I understand. But at this point, I'm just curious. Plus I made a promise to Blooky, and I don't like to break those." "You mean that ghost friend of yours?" "Yep. You have nothing to worry about from him. He's a sweetheart that doesn't like to show it." "Be that as it may, I have taken the liberty to err on the side of caution." "Oh?" "I have asked Sans to look out for you while you explore. Best that someone keeps you out of Asgore's sight." "I agree with you there. But I intend to not draw attention to myself." "Oh yeah? How are you going to do that, fool? You're the only human in the entire Underground! You'll stick out like a headless horseman at a barbershop!" "Easy. I'll use my kickass ninja skills to blend in with the shadows and avoid detection." Chara snickers while Flowey groans. "Honestly though...I'm gonna avoid as many monsters as I can. Probably reach the closest community, find a place to rest, then come back home the next day if I can't make it to Napstablook's place before bedtime. You know? Take baby steps and not stray too far." "Very clever, child. It sounds like you've done this before." "Not really. Play enough video games and certain scenarios really sick in your head so you end up knowing what to do without ever knowing that you do. But if it'll help assure you of my safety, I promise to call. Once in the evening and again in the morning. Sound fair to you, mom?" She smiles weakly. "That is most fair, my child. Did you take any of the lunches I made for you?" "I took a good number of them. Still got plenty of room in the pack if that's what ya mean." "Good girl." She steps behind me and places Flowey in the pack before closing it over him, leaving enough room for him to peek out of. "You will be taking the flower with you." "I figured as much." "He will assist you. No one would suspect a flower for a bodyguard." "...I don't know whether to be insulted or applaud that idea for its brilliance." {Clap. It'll make her feel good.} I go with clapping and her smile feels truer. I turn to face her as she takes me into her arms. "I will miss you, Lynsie." I feel bad for leaving. Nothing goes right for her when someone leaves. But I will come back. I have to. I put my arms around her and hug my goat mom tight. "I'll miss you too, mother. But I'm not leaving forever. I promise you, I will come home. I'll be back by tomorrow. Maybe even later today if need be." We let go and she takes a few steps away to leave. "Be safe, my child. And take care." I smile and give her a thumbs up. "I will, Nanny. I promise." She gives me a small smile before taking her leave, not wanting to see me actually leave her sight, and now I face this ominous door alone. So this is it? The final frontier so to speak. What mysterious wonders await me just beyond these stone doors? Truth be told, I am a bit nervous about this. But I can't let that stop me. Not now. Not when I've made it this far. "You ready for this?" {Ready.} "Ready as I'll ever be." Flowey pops out and perches himself on my shoulder. "Okay...Here goes nothing." I open the door as best I can and squeeze myself out to the other side. Once on the other side, the door shuts again tight. No going back now. Instantly I'm hit by the difference in temperature. It's freezing cold, but that's due to there being snow. Wait a second...How is there snow underground? I guess magic but that seems too simple. Either way, I can sum up this new place up in a simple statement. "Holy fuck, it's cold!" [In Hotland, Laboratory] This was home to Alphys, a slightly corpulent reptile-monster that appears smaller than she really is due to slouching. She has yellow skin/scales, wears spiral shaped glasses, a red and black striped sweater with a matching black skirt, and topped off with a classic white lab coat with a few frayed ends. Truly a geeky looking but really mad scientist type of monster. Today Alphys was going over security camera footage, a task she does daily as Royal Scientist, the previous Royal Scientist had mounted 8 cameras to watch out for humans, blackmail, and other happenings around the Underground. A camera behind the waterfall, a camera hidden in the trees in Snowdin, a camera underneath the bridge, a camera hidden inside another tree, a camera hidden inside this lump of snow, two cameras behind the sentry stations, and a camera hidden in the bushes by the door to the Ruins. It had been many years since a human has shown up on these cameras. At this point, they were used to spy on others. Blackmail really keeps people in line when the information is juicy enough. Just checking that all is running smoothly in the Underground...well, as okay as the Underground can really get at this point what with all the random murder. Though still not as entertaining as Mew-Mew Kissy Cutie anime, that's for sure. Mettaton should be finished shooting his cooking show by now. The breaks between his recordings were used to perform system checks and upgrades. Though as of late that time has been used to refine the new body he requested. It was just lucky for her that the former ghost agreed to the design she made. It's based on one of her favorite manga characters and it seemed to suit the former ghost's personality. Sipping on her cup of ramen noodles, nothing appeared to be out of the norm. Undyne was doing her rounds in Waterfall, the skeleton brothers were at their posts in Snowdin's forest, same old thing, day after day. Hell, at this point, she might as well get a kick out of watching that Ice Wolf hurl blocks of ice into the river. Why? Because a naked strongman can get anyone's motor going under the right reasons. She was just about to dial the Snowdin cameras on when suddenly, something that's normally still as stone starts moving. "What the...?" The sealed doors to the Ruins were moving ever so slightly. She focused the screen to zero in solely on this camera's feed and enhanced the zoom. A hand emerged, gripping the door to push it further for space. It didn't move much, forcing the hand's owner to squeeze through the space like rat going under a door crack. In time, out pops a female form. And that of a human no less. Wait...A human?! "*spit-take* A human?! Finally! It's been too fucking long! Wait...is that...an adult? Huh? That's odd." The human took a moment to breathe before noticing the Ruin's door shut themselves. Suddenly their expression changes. Not of fear. But of realization, as they take hold of their surroundings. "Holy fuck, it's cold!" The draconian scientist couldn't help but laugh at this. "Sucks to be you, human." Sure, Alphys could feel sympathy for the human there, as she herself couldn't stand the cold. But the human's reaction was something straight out of one of those sissy animes she hates. "ALPHYS DARLING..." Mettaton had finished taping early, there was just so much posing and glamour an omelet recipe required before it just gets annoyingly tacky. "IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?" The thing about Alphys is this, is has extremely severe anxiety. She is constantly nervous, despite taking more than enough medication. However, pumping herself full of anti-depressants has made the doctor rather sociopathic and apathetic. Her moral compass has also been skewed beyond repair by her world's values, and the terrible experiments she's had to do. She has no sense of ethics, and is often outright abusive to her living test subjects, not caring whether they live or die. She also has a huge lying problem and is very manipulative, which is how she gets her so-called "patients". "Ah, Mettaton. I take it you've finished that pitiful excuse for a cooking show." "NO NEED TO BE SO HARSH, DEAR. NO ONE'S MAKING YOU WATCH." To be fair, Mettaton would carry more authority if he was scary looking. The robot appears as a dark-gray almost black largely rectangular box with cracks across his body and screen. The screen itself typically has a red "X" showing on the grid, but when able to, the lights of the grid can change color depending on his various actions. He has four dials along the bottom-front of his body, and he has a single leg which ends in a wheel. His most distinguishing feature is that he has two pairs of segmented robotic arms that end in gloved hands. His upper arm gloves are red and yellow gloves on his lower arms. Not to mention his voice was like digital silk that always held a flirtatious tone...yeah, not scary. "OH, MY. DO TELL, WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING?" "Huh? Oh, this...It's the video feed from outside the Ruins." "AND THAT FEMALE...IS THAT A HUMAN?" "That would be correct. It's been a long time since one fell. Provided nothing happens to shatter her soul before capture, that human is the last piece need to destroy the barrier." "HMMM..." While at first glance, it would appear this hunk of metal has advanced AI programming, but that is not the case. Mettaton is a robot with a soul. He was once a ghost but left his old life behind him to be a TV star with the help of Alphys. Unfortunately, when he became a TV star and got his new body, it came with a consequence. He is now an abused slave for Alphys. He is forced to do her bidding and if he doesn't do so, Alphys will respond with emotional or physical abuse. Mettaton could be considered a sympathetic character, only he is more tragic since the monsters of the Underground hate him, his show, and is always forced to work for Alphys. Not many get to know him when off camera, but his personality is said to be a mix of dry humor and melancholy retorts. He believes himself to be incredibly ugly but still holds the dream of becoming a beloved superstar one day. Though with his show being described as boring, annoying, and hateful, his chances of fame are low. So when something interesting showed up, he was normally the first to suggest using it on the show to boost ratings. And this sudden human was no exception. The moment she was caught his vision sensors there was no escape. "HOW INTERESTING. ALPHYS DEAR...MAYBE IT WOULDN'T HURT TO HAVE HER APPEAR ON THE SHOW." "Say what?" "THINK FOR A MOMENT. WE CAN EASILY KILL AT ANY POINT. BUT WHY WASTE SUCH A RARE OPPORTUNITY? THINK OF THE RATINGS! NO WAY IN HELL WOULD THE MONSTERS OF THE UNDERGROUND WILL SEND ME MORE HATE MAIL WHEN I DRAG THE HUMAN THROUGH A GUANLET OF THE MOST GRUELING AND PUNISHING TASKS. ALL OF WHICH WOULD LEAD UP TO THE CLIMACTIC BATTLE WITH YOURS TRUELY. OOOH. I CAN SEE IT NOW. THE ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES! IT'S SO EXCITING!" "Stop! Stop! Don't say another word, you scrap heap. First off, you make the schedule and script, then I'll approve it if it's good. And second, she has to survive making it to Snowdin. Otherwise, you'll be having fun with a lifeless corpse." "OH, I HAVE FEELING SHE'LL MAKE IT. THAT'S CLEARLY THE FACE OF A STRONG WILLED HUMAN IF EVER I SAW ONE." "You've never seen a human till now, you idiot." "DO YOUR ANIMES NOT COUNT?" "...Just shut up and watch. Otherwise, leave." The unusually chipper robot perplexed the scientist. But then both of their attentions were back on the monitor screen, the human was conversing with what appeared to be a flower coming from her back. Damn these cameras and their lack of audio! Either way, things were going to get interesting real soon. [Outside the Ruins] I look around and am amazed by what I see. Not only is there snow, there are tall thin black trees and thick bushes. It's like whatever magic that is down here is trying to make it as close to the surface world that it can get. Honestly, it's incredible. I'd be more in awe if it weren't still cold. I'm not a fan of the cold. Unless it's foods, like ice cream, that's always awesome. "Thank god for long sleeves." "What about your legs? Your pants are pretty torn up." "It's fine. Not as bad as if it were the arms. Just gotta try not to use too much energy. Should be easy enough." "Why does it feel like you just jinxed us?" "Don't be so negative. Positives will keep us going." "You are so corny it's almost painful." "Chill out, flower-boy. If you can't stand my vibes, that's snow problem." "Argh! No! No puns! Don't even start!" "Whatever." I start walking away from the door. My steps crunching in the snow loudly under my boots. {You are oddly prepared for this.} "Go figure." {Just don't let your guard down. I don't like the looks of this place.} "Yeah...One could catch their death out here." "Oh my god! Don't pun to Chara." I snicker for a bit till I come across a large tree branch that looks way too out of place to have just fallen from above. "Why'd you stop?" "This." [It's a tough-looking branch.] "Tough huh? Pick it up. Maybe you can use it." "Use it? For what? It's a branch." "You can use it as a defensive thing, you know? Block attacks." "I'm not wandering around with that thing." [It's too heavy to pick up.] "Huh...Guess that settles that then. Man, I thought you humans were strong." "Like hell it is!" "W-What are you doing?" "Proving I'm not limited by some stupid remark some magic box says." Grabbing each end, I lift the damn thing about me. "Suck it, dumb magic box! I defy your bullshit." "Great. You made a point. Can we go now?" "Sure, no biggie." I let the branch drop behind me and Flowey looks at me funny. "But...You..." "I don't want it. I'm not taking it. I don't need it." "But..." "*growl*" "*sigh* Fine. I won't bring it up again." I smile and continue on. Though I don't go very far before I pause. Something doesn't feel quite right. [CRUNCH] Looking back quickly, the tough-looking branch has now been broken. [It's been smashed like it was nothing...] "What the hell?" "W-What did that?" {I don't think we should stay to find out.} I turn on my heel and away from the ominously splintered wood. "I told you that you should've picked it up." "Yeah, and I'd carry a log around like a jackass." "I'm not saying you had to use it. You could've used it to make yourself look scary and make other people run away." "Like a girl with a big stick is gonna frighten anyone." "It was worth a shot." {You could've humored him.} "No." {Please? The next idea he has, at least say you'll think about it.} "...Okay." {Thank you!} "Don't mention it." I slow my pace down to a near pause at the return of that uneasy feeling that happened before. I'm being followed, stalked really, like a deer in the sights of a wolf. I can sense it. A figure lurks behind me. "Lynsie...?" "*quiet* I know. Keep calm and don't act like a crazy scared baby." "But they...What the? They're gone?" I turn my head and he's right. There are not even any footprints in the snow that aren't mine. "...Fuck this shit, I'm out!" I make a run for it. No way am I dealing with this bullshit. My run doesn't go as far as I wanted. I have to come to a stop at the sudden pit with the tiny gated bridge blocking my path. The bridge looks sturdy enough to cross for something made of wood over a pit into god knows where. The gate, however, is another matter. It's made with the same trees that populate this area and, much like the forest itself, the "bars" are placed so close together that getting through is a low possibility. Granted, I might be able to squeeze between the bars, but it's gonna be a tight and aggravating pain in my ass. Suddenly, I hear it. The snow is crunching. The footsteps are approaching slowly. "Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!" Flowey retreats into the backpack and I scramble to think of something. But I got nothing. No options appear to be available to me at this moment. I have no choice. I need to improvise and feel this out on instinct. The sound has stopped maybe a foot or two behind me. I can feel it breathing behind me. Just how fast is this monster to have gotten here so quickly? "Human." Relax Lynsie. Don't mess this up. Do your training. Sense for any form of danger and then panic. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" Wait a second...I know that voice. Sans? "Turn around and shake my hand." That sneaky son of a...Dude scared the crap out of me. Not cool. I turn slowly and extend my hand. My chilled flesh comes in contact with a warm calcified appendage and I end up dropping to my knees in a tense involuntary loss of muscle control. While I mostly hear the sound of my teeth clattering together and the buzz of 50,000 volts from our joined hands, I can make out his hearty gruff laughter. "hahah...the old electric taser in the hand trick. it's ALWAYS funny." He lets my hand go and allows me to regain myself. My body aches and I feel like puking, a great way to start an introduction. At least now I get to see what this asshole looks like. He is a big-boned skeleton, I'll say around my height, with sharp white teeth apart from the upper-left canine being gold. His eyes are these white pinpricks in dark empty eye sockets and he has bags under them, how that happens on a skull is beyond me. He wears a black winter jacket with a fur rimmed hood and a red sweater with black shorts that have yellow stripes going down the sides. Lastly, he has red sneakers with black laces and yellow socks. "anyways, you're the human, right? that's hilarious." My senses now back under my control, I glare at him annoyed. Payback is a mean bitch! "Not as hilarious as this." Before he starts to question what I mean, I reach out and grab his shorts before yanking them down. The look of sheer shock coupled by the blush burning his cheekbones is worth the shit I'm about to go through and I giggle as he frantically pulls his shorts back up. Not like there was much to hide anyway. He was wearing skull and crossbones boxers after all. "*flustered* what...the...what the fuck is wrong with you?! "Not so funny now, isn't it? A prank is one thing. But it goes to hell when you overstep the pain line." "i outta break your fucking kneecaps for this." "And then we'd be stuck in a tit for tat revenge loop. But that would be boring. Don't ya think?" He grumbles and removes the hand taser, shoving it in his shorts pocket as I get off the ground with a tiny wobble. "Though I will admit this. You got me pretty good, bone-boy. I let my guard down and you shocked the crap out of me. I commend you thusly." I give a bow and he shrugs it off. "what did i tell ya about flattery? that shit doesn't work on me." "You also said you still liked hearing it none the less." "heh. that i do." "So...You're Sans?" "in the non-flesh. that makes you the kid." "I'd hope so, otherwise this only makes things super awkward. And this kid has a name, skele-dude. It's Lynsie." "huh...you're a bit nutty. ya know that?" {You don't know the half of it, comedian.} "So I'm constantly told. Either way, I now understand what you meant before. Sorry about the 'naked' thing." "eh, no harm done. i take it it's not every day you meet a skeleton." "Not a living one, no. Though, I gotta say, seeing you now...I have so many questions about your biology. Sure, I figure most are going to be answered with 'because of magic', but still..." "hold your horses, kiddo. that kinda stuff is rather personal. at least buy me dinner first." "Name the time and the place, bone-boy. But I warn ya now...I don't got much gold on me, so expect a cheap date." He scratches the top of his skull nonchalantly with a small snicker. "so the old lady really let ya out?" "Yep. I'm to head over to my buddy's place to hang out." "your buddy?" "You flatter yourself thinking you're the only one. I got a friend who's a ghost. Ever heard of a guy called Napstablook?" He thinks for a moment. "oh yeah...i know the guy." "You do?" "sure. the guy lives all the way in waterfall. it's the area just past snowdin. that's this one, in case you were wondering." "Sweet! Would it be asking too much to get some directions?" "trust me, kid. directions are the least of your worries." I look at him funny. "remember me telling ya i'm a sentry out here?" "Yeah." "well...did ya really think me and my bro were the only ones?" {You know she did.} I let out a nervous laugh. "I guess that was mostly wishful thinking on my part." He shoves his hands in his jacket's pockets and circles around me a few times. I'd say something about it but I get the feeling it's just to mess with me. Still, the feel of his pinprick-like eyes is somewhat predatory yet analytical, like he's studying me. "you weren't kidding about only having LV level one." "You really doubted me? Ow, that hurts." He returns to being in front of me. "if weak shit like that hurts ya, i'd hate to see what a real attack would do to ya." "You underestimate me. Not a wise move, bone-boy." "look, i'm not saying this to trigger ya or anything. but ya gotta be realistic. this place is a kill or be killed world. ya can be kind or try to show mercy all ya want, but the fact is others are gonna be gunning for that soul of yours." {Damn it, Sans. Don't start this crap again.} "I'm well aware of that. But I won't change from my goal. I will not kill." "sure, you don't want to kill anybody. and i can respect that about ya, kiddo. but what happens when you're not given that choice? what will you do if you meet a relentless killer? will you suffer or fight back? you'll try to reason with these bastards, that much i'm willing to bet gold on. but they won't listen to niceness. so what will ya do then? would ya let them get away with hurting you? or will you kill out of frustration when all else fails?" I look at the ground and ball my fists. {Easy, Lynsie. Don't get mad or sad. He isn't worth it.} "like i said, i'm not telling ya this to be a dick. i just...*sigh* man, this is such a weird talk to be having." "I'd find a way..." Now he looks at me funny. "what's that?" "I said, I'd find a way." I look up at him with strong conviction. "I will not shed blood or dust. I will find a way to sway even the coldest of hearts. So call me a fool or a stupid dreamer for thinking I can live in this world without having to kill. I don't care. I will not break and this world can't change me. I will show only kindness to every monster I encounter. Even if I have to force that kindness upon them, it will still be kindness none the less. Even if that means I'll have to get hurt in doing so...That is my answer to you, Sans. So, please...Enough with this questioning of my intent. I will not kill anyone. End of story." {I'm so proud of you.} He rumbles with a low growl but has a face of reverence. "ya got guts, kid. i'd just hate to see them spilled on the floor because of your convictions." I smile. "Nice to know you care about this weirdo human, skele-dude." He scoffs. "don't say stupid shit like that. i don't care about anything." "What about Papyrus?" "...that's different. he's family. ya gotta care about family." My face falters with lack of emotion. "Yeah...Family." He notices this melancholy but doesn't remark on it. "getting back on track. ya wanted to know the way to waterfall?" "If that's okay with you." "i can tell ya, but not here. go through this gate thingy. we'll talk over at my post." "Not sure I can get through this thing." "not really much of a choice. the trees are so packed together not even a dog could wiggle through'em." I sigh and turn back to the barricade. "Whatever happens...Don't mock me." He looks at me confused until he sees what I meant. I take off the backpack and slip it through before tossing it to the other side, I don't need the extra mass. I have to go at this thing sideways. I manage to get my head and right arm through just fine till I hit my first problem...my ample chest. "*irritated* Stupid mammary lumps of fat..." Sans blushes as he watches me try to manhandle my boobs to get through this tight squeeze. But then he gets a devilish idea. "heh...ya okay, kiddo?" "Do I look okay, Sans?" "i don't know. you seem to be making the breast of a bad situation." I flinch with a small blush. "You did not just say that." "say what? like i'd say anything to piss you off. what do i look like to you? some kinda boob?" My eye twitches as I snarl. "I said, don't mock me! This shit hurts!" "alright, alright, i'll stop. it was chest a joke." I growl in annoyance and try to focus on the task at hand. "Now do you see why I don't like it when you make puns?" So speaks the backpack containing Flowey. "You keep quiet, petal-head. I don't need your shit right now either." Sans just laughs, finding this very amusing. I bite my tongue and finally force my chest through this stupid shit, so now I'm halfway in and out of this gate. God, it's times like this that I really miss my kid body. Flat chest, no ass, not an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen. Now look at me. 160 pounds of muscle, big boobs, latin ass, and hourglass curves that make this such a huge fucking pain! Fuck my genetics! Fuck bone structure! Fuck DNA! Fuck all this! Argh! So much internal screaming! "not to sound cheeky..." My head slowly turns to look at the soon to be deadman making jokes at my expense. "yet this is such a booty-ful view." "*seething* I will end you." "i'd like to see ya try. that would mean you'd have to squeeze back through here again. and i don't think ya really want to do that." "...You are such an ass." "at least i'm not the butt of the joke." "*angry roar*" "hahaha...oh, this is looking to be a good day." "Fuck! This! Shit!" {Don't do anything crazy now.} I focus all this rage into pushing through this gate and after much pain of parts of me being pressed into my own bones, I pop out the other side. But with the sudden force of the emergence from this stupid thing, I end up moving faster than my feet expect and have no balance on the bridge. I fall off and only escape a foolish demise by digging my fingers into the edge of the pit to the point I find bracing on a tiny ledge. Flowey freaks out having seen me disappear from sight. "Lynsie!" {Hang on!} I silently thank Flowey for all the training we've done. The old me wouldn't have this grip and be dead by now. "hey, kiddo. take my hand." I look up and see Sans above me, his hand stretched down to me. But I'm afraid. I can't deal with heights. Even ladders freak me out to climb. If there was water under me, I'd strangely be okay. But this is a bottomless pit and I am anything but okay. "kid...snap out of it. take my hand. i ain't gonna drop ya." {Can he really not tell you can't move?} I'm shaking. I'm afraid to let go to reach out for help. I have doubts I can keep hold with one hand or that I'm fast enough to get his hand in time. He can see this. The angry confident human he was just making fun of is now nothing more than a frightened puppy of her former self. He sighs and moves away from the ledge. "you owe me for this." I'm confused when suddenly my soul appears and turns blue. Feeling a magical pull, I'm lifted up out of the pit and tossed into the snow near him. "How...You...You can use blue attacks?" "ya know about such things?" I point to the flower still trying to hide and he chuckles. "figures. kid, i don't like using my magic if i don't have to. so now, you owe me a favor that ya can't weasel out of. ya got that?" I just stare at him and he becomes uncomfortable. "what? do ya not understand english all of a sudden?" I get up and hug him suddenly, much to his confused shock. "w-what the hell are ya...?" "Thank you." He's stunned for a moment. "uh...no big deal, kid. but can ya let go?" I do so as requested. Then suddenly a thought comes to me. "Wait...How did you get over here?" "what do ya mean?" "You were over there. I was looking up the whole time and didn't see you cross the bridge. So how did you get over here?" He rolls his shoulders. "i took a shortcut." I open my mouth to question that but the words die in my head. "*sigh* Never mind." "that's the spirit. come on. my station's over here." {This guy is a real piece of work, right? Are you sure we can trust him?} "*whisper* Dude, he just saved my life. I'm trusting him even if it kills me." {That is very counterproductive.} He stars walking as I grab my pack and put it back on while following him. "Is it safe to come out yet?" "*whisper* Best stay hidden, flower-boy. You never know what might happen." He leads me over to a more open area that has what appears to be a workstation/sentry post and for some reason a randomly convenient cage beside to large snow covered rocks. Up ahead the trees change from being these dreaded spooky things to more coniferous types covered in heavy snowfall. "So...Dumb question...What's with the cage?" "that thing? for putting humans in of course. or any annoying asshole that's bugging me." "Good answer." "but mostly i just nap on it when i feel like laying flat." He goes sits behind his post and I stand in front. "alright. since ya made it past the gate, i'll tell ya how to get to waterfall." "Thank you very much, skele-dude." "first you need to..." "SANS!" For the first time in seeing this cool skeleton, I witness nervousness take him and sweat starts to form across his skull. "shit, it's pap." "Your bro?" "yes! uh...okay! change of plans. quick, get behind here and take cover." "But..." "do it or die." I can't argue with that logic. I move fast to get under Sans's post and avoid his legs along with the weird crap down here. "okay, just don't move and keep quiet." I give him a thumbs up as the sound of footsteps grows louder till they stop what is the spot behind me. "sup, bro?" "AMAZING, SANS. YOU'RE ACTUALLY AWAKE AT YOUR STATION FOR ONCE." "ya say that like it's a bad thing." "IT IS A BAD THING. IF YOU'RE AWAKE, THEN YOU SHOULD BE WORKING. IT'S BEEN EIGHT DAYS AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T RECALIBRATED THE PUZZLE TRAPS! WHAT IF A HUMAN WERE TO SNEAK PAST? THERE'D BE NOTHING TO PREVENT THEM FROM GOING TO TOWN." "except the four or five sentry dogs also guarding the way there." Papyrus snarls and slams his hands on the desk above me, making me jump a little. "THAT'S NOT THE POINT, YOU USELESS WORM! IT IS OUR JOB TO MONITOR THIS AREA AND TAKE DOWN ANY HUMAN THAT DARES ENTER! I WILL NOT BE MADE A FOOL OF BY THOSE FLEA RIDDLED MONGRELS!" "doesn't the success of your underlings make you look better?" "IT WOULD IF YOU WEREN'T MY ONLY UNDERLING! ALL YOU DO IS JUST HANG AROUND OUTSIDE YOUR STATION! AND WHEN YOU'RE NOT DOING THAT, YOU'RE SLEEPING ON THE JOB! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING WHEN I'M NOT AROUND?!" "for your information, boss, i do a lot when you aren't looking." "I CALL BULLSHIT THERE, SANS. THE DAY YOU DO WORK IS THE DAY THE BARRIER BREAKS." "laying it on a bit harsh today. undyne must be in a bad mood." "THAT FOOLISH WOMAN THINKS SHE'S SO GREAT NOW. SHE HAS NO IDEA OF MY PLANS. LIKE I, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS, WOULD BE SATISFIED BEING THE SECOND IN COMMAND. THE VERY IDEA PISSES ME OFF." "i thought she was your buddy or something like that?" "ALL PART OF MY INGENIUS PLAN, BROTHER. FIRST, I GAIN HER TRUST AND MOVE UP THE RANKS SLOWLY TO AVOID SUSPICION. THEN, WHEN HER GUARD IS DOWN, I'LL USERPT THE ROLE OF HEAD OF THE ROYAL GUARD FROM RIGHT UNDER HER FEET! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!" I am so tempted to peek and see exactly how awesome Sans's brother is, but I don't want this guy to kill me before I even utter the words "hello". Plus, I'm a little distracted by car magazines and all the hot dog related condiments that are under here with me. I'm just grateful Flowey is so scared that he's speechless. "well, if anyone can put a hook on that fish, it's you, bro." Papyrus snarls. "SANS! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT MAKING PUNS?!" Sans is suddenly pulled out of his seat. Papyrus must be huge! "ALL YOU DO IS SIT AND BOONDOGGLE! YOU GET LAZIER AND LAZIER EVERY DAY! AND YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPTS AT HUMOR ARE EVEN MORE DISGRACEFUL!" "oh, so my puns are stupid now, is that it?" "YES! THAT IS PRECISELY IT! THEY'RE CHILDISH, CRUDE, AND ALWAYS FAIL TO MAKE ME LAUGH." "alright then, bro. how's about i do impersonations instead?" Sans is allowed to stand on his feet for this. "oh, look at me! i'm the great and terrible papyrus! i practice evil laughs in the shower like freaking dingus! neh neh neh..." Don't laugh. Don't make a sound. Don't blow your hiding spot. Don't be stupid. Don't be you right now! "THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE AN IMPERSONATION. THAT SOUNDS LIKE...*GASP* MOCKERY! YOU'RE MOCKING ME, AREN'T YOU?!" "no, paps, come on. i'm your brother. i would never, i mean, never ever...look, paps! a human!" "WHERE?!" Sans falls back on his seat, laughing his bony ass off till he rolls off onto the snow. Papyrus is not amused. "*GROAN*...VERY CLEVER AND WITTY AS USUAL, SANS. I'M GOING TO PATROL THE AREA NOW. DON'T BOTHER ME UNLESS YOU ACTUALLY SEE A HUMAN." Papyrus storms off and I wait till Sans settles down. "okay...heheh...you can come out now." I crawl out from under there. "Dude...That was nuts!" "yeah. never a dull moment in this place. but you can relax. paps is all bark and no bite unless ya try to bite him first. he won't kill ya on sight, but he will try to take ya prisoner." "You could've told me that earlier." "and miss out on messing with ya? not a chance in hell, kid." I chuckle a little. "Fair enough, skele-dude. Fair enough." I help him off the ground and he dusts off the snow. "like i was saying...if ya follow the path forward, you'll hit snowdin town. after that is waterfall. there is where your ghost bud lives." "Thanks, Sans. You're a real lifesaver." He rubs the back of his skull and chuckles. "in more than one way, right?" "You know it. Well...See ya later I guess." I start to walk away. "hey, wait!" I pause and look back at him. "actually...i think i wanna cash in that favor ya owe me." "Okay? What is it?" He sweats a bit. "i was thinking...my brother's been kind of a pain lately, as ya can tell. but...he's never seen a human before. and playing around with you might just make his day." I pale. "What?!" "don't worry about it so much. remember, i'm here keeping ya from getting your ass kicked. so throw me a bone, will ya?" I'm hesitant. But if this gets me in good with him and shows my friendly intent, then I guess I can try. "*sigh* I'm not one to welsh on a favor. And...If it lets me see how great your bro is, then I guess it's fine." "for real? nice! ya won't regret it, kid. i'll be seeing ya up ahead soon." He walks away in the opposite direction then disappears. Now it makes sense. Sans can teleport. It's official, monsters are so badass! I walk in the other direction, the same as Papyrus, and calm my nerves. This adventure is just getting started yet already things are on epic levels of crazy. I sense more excitement is to come, good or bad I don't know. But one thing I do know is this...I still hate the cold. [In Hotland, Laboratory] Alphys and Mettaton are amazed by what they just witnessed. The human had interacted with Sans and for unknown reasons hid her from Papyrus. What was he up to? And a better question...What will happen now? "DID YOU SEE THAT?" "Yeah...I'm so blackmailing that bonehead." "ALPHYS DEAR..." "What?" "WE HAVE TO GET HER HERE." "...Do you have a screw loose or something?" "SHE WILL MAKE THE PERFECT CO-STAR THAT WILL PROPEL ME TO THE TOP. THE AUDIENCE WILL LOVE WATCHING HER. HELL, WE MIGHT EVEN STRIKE IT BIG ONLINE! OOOOOH...I HAVE TO GO WRITE THESE IDEAS DOWN BEFORE I LOSE THIS CREATIVE SPARK! He speeds away. "Wait! Mettaton, you can't just...*sigh* Dumbass. You can't have a show with a co-star if they're dead." Oh well. At least this was entertaining. Whatever was playing out in Snowdin Forest was worth watching. She only hoped Undyne wouldn't show up and put an end to the fun before it gets bloody.

[asktemmie-frisk]

Furious Flying Fur (Lost and Found Arc)

About 2 weeks after their first therapy session, Frisk, Chara, Asgore and even Asriel started feeling a lot better about themselves. Things were starting to look up for them all. Even Toriel's tune changed when she saw that Chara and Frisk stopped harming themselves. Frisk started feeling more confident and stable, and Chara's hatred toward humans ebbed down to a minor annoyance.

Then came one day when the evening rolled around. Toriel was grading Frisk and Chara's assignments from their homeschooling sessions. As she decided to take a break, she saw Frisk and Chara in the living room, sitting next to each other as they watched a bad movie.

"Well, isn't this a fine sight for sore eyes." She said, noticing the couple's sedated moment.

"So, no appointment today?"

"Nope. We're just watching a bad movie together." Frisk said, still staring at the screen.

"Besides, we finished our homework, so we have some free time to just do whatever."

"Well, that is good. Just be sure to come into the kitchen to help me cook dinner when I call for you."

"Sure. Whatever."

"Hey mom, wait." Chara said, realizing Frisk was talking to Toriel.

"Yes, my child?"

"Can we talk?"

"Well, sure. What did you want to talk about?"

"It's about...your former relationship with dad."

Toriel instantly seized up in anger that remained hidden until that moment.

"What...about...your father?" She asked, clenching both her fists.

"I just wanted to ask if you would like come with us on our next appointment so we could really talk about your old flame a little."

"He was never an 'old flame'. He was a whiny little bitch that I raped because he was too fucking spineless to DEFEND HIMSELF BEFORE I LEFT HIS FUCKING ASS!"

Toriel became profane, and she set her left arm on fire. She ignored the flame that danced on her fur.

"He is NOT spineless! He's just a nice person that-"

"Oh, don't give me that bullshit, Chara! You honestly think that's the truth?! The truth is he's a fucking pussy, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

Chara made her creepy face in frustration and anger.

"He...is not... A PUSSY, MOM! You just never treated him like he mattered until it was too late to! Stop trying to act like what happened is all his fault!"

Toriel started to get savage with her language, and she threw in a hint of sarcasm to add insult to injury.

"You know what? You're right. It ISN'T all his fault. It's all YOUR FAULT, YOU FUCKING CRETIN!"

"Excuse me?!"

"No, you're not excused yet. If you hadn't tried to kill yourself like a fucking dumb little cunt, none of this would've happened!"

Chara lost her creepy face and started to cry with anger still present.

"I know you don't mean that, mom."

"Oh, I did, you dumb fucking bimbo. Since when do you know anything about anything? Your parents died because they had you, and-"

Frisk punched Toriel in the face hard enough to knock her down.

"Stop talking to Chara like that." He said as his eyes glowed red and black.

"Fuck you, you little mutt. Or should I say son of a bitch, because THAT'S BASICALLY WHAT YOUR MOM IS?!"

Frisk lost his temper, and lunged at Toriel, ready to brutually kill her. Chara grabbed him as hard as she could, holding him back.

"LET GO, CHARA!" He snarled with murder in his eyes.

"No, please! Don't kill mom!" Chara asked with tears in her eyes.

Frisk relented, but he didn't lower his guard as he growled at Toriel. Toriel had enough of this.

"Get out." She said in a low voice, not noticing Asriel was watching from the doorway.

Chara was shocked. She couldn't believe what she just heard.

"What? What did you say?"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT OF MY LIFE, TOO! AND TAKE YOUR FUCKING MUTT YOU CALL A BOYFRIEND WITH YOU!"

Chara gasped in shock, and started crying harder.

"Fine. I'll pack my stuff and go to dad's."

Chara cried silently as she went upstairs to quickly pack up her things, ignoring Asriel as he watched in shock and awe. Frisk followed angrily and went to his room to pack his things as well. Asriel got angry as he heard what happened. Then after a few minutes, Flowey started talking to Asriel in his mind. Let me out; I have something to tell that bitch, the alter-ego said to the prince. Asriel obliged, and Flowey came out to ruin Toriel completely. He violently grabbed Toriel, ready to shout her head off.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He said as Toriel started to tremble.

"Wha? Asriel, why are y-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! ASRIEL AIN'T HERE TO SAVE YOUR FUCKING ASS, YOU GOAT BITCH! In fact, the only things saving you from me are about to leave!"

"What do you mean the o-"

"Mom, if you need Frisk and I, we'll be at dad's place." Chara sadly declared as she and Frisk carried their luggage to Asgore's house through the front door.

Frisk closed the door behind him, but not before flipping Toriel off with black eyes that had Toriel's reflection in them. The elder boss monster became petrified, realizing what Flowey had said.

"See that? Your only arguable protection, and you kicked them out of your life FOREVER! Now you have nothing to save you, nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run! I can make you suffer as I wish now!"

Asriel's horns grew longer and curved down a little before curving back up. Then Flowey laughed at Toriel's now hopeless situation...which was actually well deserved, especially since she did cause it!

"Now then, since you and I have some alone time, and your son isn't going to interfere, I want to know what the fuck is wrong with you, Toriel."

Toriel trembled in fear as Flowey asked the question.

"Isn't it obvious? Nothing's wrong with me."

"Then why did you rape your husband and threaten to kill him, throw him and your entire kingdom under the bus, and let six children go to their deaths before finally deciding to do something about it?"

Toriel didn't have an answer.

"That's what I thought."

Toriel scowled at Flowey while he was in control of Asriel.

"You don't care about Asgore. You don't care about anyone. The only person you would care about is Chara, Flowey. You said it yourself. And even then, you can't TRULY care about them."

"At least I was fine with that! At least I was okay with not being able to genuinely care about Chara! I'm the one whose soulless! You, on the other hand, I know what you wanted. You wanted to use Asgore for as long as you saw fit, and then discard him. So if you really think about it, you're why I'm like this. All being soulless did was give me a reason to not feel bad about it. As for you, you have a soul, but never ONCE did you act like you need or deserve it. I'll admit it, I did kill a lot of people before Asriel got to come back and have us both become one person, but at least I was honest about it! You, on the other hand, you almost killed Asgore by bringing him to such a desolate mindset. YOU'RE the one who should be ashamed of yourself, not Asriel, not Chara, and ESPECIALLY NOT FRISK!"

Toriel started tearing up. She couldn't believe how horrible Asriel's soulless side was being to her, despite technically both sides having at least one soul.

"Stop it. Why are you being so heartless? You think I'm wrong to have wants?"

"WANTS?! YOU CALL MAKING THE KING YOUR SEX SLAVE AND TREATING HIM LIKE SHIT 'WANTS'?! Why are you trying to defend yourself? And why do you do that stupid high class bullshit? You know you're beyond terrible."

"What, I'm not allowed to have hope that people don't think of me as despicable?"

"HOPE?! YOU CALL YOUR REFUSAL TO CHANGE YOUR OLD WAYS IN THE EXPECTATIONS OF EVERYTHING TO GO IN YOUR SPECIFIC FAVOR 'HOPE'?! The very notion of what you're saying is laughable at best! To be brutally honest, YOU'RE A WALKING JOKE, TORIEL!"

Flowey dropped Toriel back on the ground, laughing uncontrollably at her despair. He found a lot of pleasure in seeing this boss monster cry her eyes out.

"Stop it." She meeked begged.

"Why should I?! The only decent people in your life cared about you, and you threw them out like a piece of trash! And now you're deciding to take them back because you think you can make amends?! The very notion is comical to me!"

"Why are doing this to me? Stop treating me like this. Stop hurting me so much."

"I'm not even hurting you, idiot. And plus, I'm not treating you badly or anything. All I'm doing is giving you a taste of your own medicine. Doesn't taste so good, does it? Now that 'hubby' isn't here to take your meds for yo-oh, pardon me- 'EX-hubby'. Anyway, you're getting back what you put out. You got your privacy, but you lost your protection and family. You got what you wanted, but in exchange, you lost what you had. And to make matters worse for you, what you had and what you needed most of all were your family, and you gave it all up, all because of one little argument that escalated into something it shouldn't have been! That's why it's so funny for me to watch people's lives go up in smoke!"

Flowey cackled evilly as Toriel started getting angry.

"Stop. It's...it's...IT'S NOT FUNNY, YOU OVERGROWN WEED!"

Toriel was angry enough to set both of her entire arms alight. She was sick and tired of having to feel so bad about her past and get judged through its entirety.

She stopped caring whether Asriel was still there or not.

"Oh, so you're gonna fight me, eh? This is great! THIS is what I've been waiting for! It's one thing to remind people of how horrible they really are, but it's WAY more amusing if they start trying to 'prove it all wrong'! Those are the people that are actually interesting to me because they're willing to defend themselves until the end!"

"DAMN RIGHT, I'M GONNA DEFEND MYSELF! I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE UP EXCEPT FOR MY OWN LIFE, SO COME AT ME, YOU FUCKING WEED! I'M RIPPED!"

Toriel became angry enough to completely engulf herself in flames, similar to a respective aura. Flowey simply laughed at her as the fight commenced.

"Look at you! Trying to make me scared of you like it's gonna make a fucking difference! Don't worry about that, lambchop! I'll wipe that pride off your face in no time!"

Toriel used her fire magic in a propulsive manner, charging to Flowey, only to have her supercharge get abruptly interrupted by a knee to her chest, literally knocking the wind out of her and extinguishing her flames at the same time. Flowey violently grabbed her again and stood her up, holding her by her neck. After she was steadied, he landed a punch to her face. She dodged another, only to have a vine spring up out of the wall and sucker-punch her in her cheek. The force was enough to knock her down to the ground. She got up and tried to claw at Asriel, missing every time except for the last one, which resulted in nothing but a light grazing that couldn't even break his skin. Flowey guffawed mockingly and jabbed her stomach again, causing her to cough a little blood. She fell to her knees to catch her breath and recover from the blow to her stomach as Flowey stood over her in a domineering manner.

"I can't believe it. Is that all you got? 'Cause if that's all you've got, then I can't believe you're really this weak."

Flowey forcibly slammed his foot into Toriel's back, causing her to bellow in pain. He kept kicking her while she was down, listening to her cries of anguish and enjoying every impact like it would be his last. After 30 seconds of "playtime" with Toriel, he stopped as he saw she was thoroughly defeated, crying in pain.

"Please. No more." She tearfully begged.

"Please, just...please stop."

Toriel couldn't dry her eyes, no matter how hard she tried. She felt weak and powerless.

"I'm sorry, Asriel. You must hate me so much now."

Toriel was completely aware of what she just said to Flowey and Asriel. And why wouldn't she be? She got herself in the mess she created, and she couldn't get out. I don't deserve to be with anyone anymore, she said to herself. I had it good, and now my family fervently hates me. With a passion. I should just tell Flowey to end this PATHETIC farce I call a life. As Flowey looked down, he got bored seeing Toriel's pathetic frame. Then he noticed the locket Asgore gave to her. He took it off of her.

"See, Toriel? I got your precious heart locket, or should I say 'soul' instead?"

Flowey dangled it in front of her, trying to get a reaction out of her. His efforts worked perfectly.

"That's my locket...give it back to me." Toriel grunted, trying to pick herself up through her tears using her rage.

"Aw, what's the matter? Oh, you want your ba-ba? You gonna cwy if you don't-"

Toriel swiftly punched Asriel in the groin, causing Flowey to scream in pain and drop the locket. She quickly scrambled to it and latched on, almost like if she let go even for a second, it would be gone forever. Flowey quickly recovered from the cheap shot Toriel took.

"Damn, that fucking hurts! Still up to actually fight?! GOOD! I WAS HOPING YOU-"

"NO!"

"NO?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'NO'?"

"I mean 'no'! I'm not fighting you anymore."

Toriel was still angry, but she was also beyond sad.

"I am PISSED THE FUCK OFF BEYOND ALL REASON, but I am NOT fighting! I concede. I yield. I cannot continue. I don't know why I tried to fight you in the first place, especially since I knew it was a doomed bout. You are correct about everything you said. I was right to be bested by you. I give up. Do what you will at this point. I don't care. Just make it quick."

Toriel gave up, completely relenting to whatever mercy Flowey had for her.

"Fine. If that's how you want it, then consider this meeting done, Toriel. I think it's time Asriel got a say in this."

Flowey went back to Asriel's mind as the young boss monster looked at his mother in disappointment.

"You know, mom, you're lucky Flowey decided to spare you. You're lucky to get away from him with your life." Asriel said, looking down at his mother.

"Asriel..." That was all Toriel could say in her shock.

"Wait. Hold on. Did I say 'lucky'? And with such a dreaded life like yours? How cruel of me to remind you of how abysmally awful you feel because of your mistakes from your past finally catching up to you. For shame!"

Asriel turned away from his mother, facing the stairway as he took a few steps to it, but not ascending. Flowey came out one last time to berate Toriel, but Asriel was still in control, so they both spoke in unison with a distorted voice.

"You are so wretched that I don't need to meddle in your PATHETIC life to make it more miserable than it already is. So you know what, Toriel? I'm not going to kill you, and I'm not taking your soul either. No. Now I have a much better idea. Instead of what I did in the past, I'm gonna take a more pacified option. I'm gonna let your own pain end your own sad existence. Yes. If there's one thing I know best about people hating themselves, it's that there's no worse punishment than being yourself. Except maybe being yourself all BY yourself. But look at the bright side. You don't want Chara or Frisk in your life anymore, so you'll never be forced to see them ever again. EVER."

Asriel walked upstairs and quickly packed his bags, not letting his anger abate even slightly.

When he got back down in less than 5 minutes, he headed straight to the door. Toriel desperately clung to Asriel's leg.

"NO, PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!" She beseeched with tears flowing endlessly.

"No, mom! I'm leaving."

"But Asriel, why? Why are you leaving me?!"

"Because...first, you kick dad out, then you kick the kingdom out, NOW YOU KICK MY BEST FRIEND AND HER BOYFRIEND OUT?! Who's next, me?! Well, I'm not waiting for that, so I'm leaving on my own! That way, you CAN'T kick me out! That's right! I refuse to give you the satisfaction! Goodbye. And don't follow me, either. Unless you're ready to make amends. And I mean actually do it, not just pretend and do this shit again."

"But Asriel-"

Asriel kicked Toriel in the face, forcing her to let go.

"Worthless. Don't show your pathetic face around me again unless you're ready to grow up..."

And that was it. Asriel walked out with everything he packed, slamming the door forcefully behind him, and he headed straight to Asgore's house. Toriel was left in the wake of it all as she was left battered, bruised, and isolated. All she could do was cry on the ground, curling up in a ball. For hours on end, she just wept to herself with no one to hear her cries. She finally understood what she did to herself. She had a great life, had great friends, and had a great family, and she gave all of that up. She would never be able to live down this soul-crushing, unfathomable sadness for as long as she was alive.

[justanechoflower]

Flowey: *tearing up* I know, but I can't do anything about it! I wish I wasn't an idiot! I wish I never said yes to the plan! I wish I did more to stop them! I wish humanity could have been nicer! I wish they were all DEAD!

Flowey: ...Or... I wish they died from the fall and never came here alive.

Flowey: But I can't do anything now. Its all done and no amount of complaining will change what happened or what mistakes I did. So what can I do NOW to prove I'm different and have changed, that I haven't done already? How do I improve myself now? Anything I do won't make me a midget better next to your expectations, and being like you wouldn't work either. You tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do that would satisfy you. Nothing. All you have done so far is criticize things in the past that I can't change, because you have no idea what else to do and insulting me distracts you from your own failures.

“Heyyo, Flowey! You doing good? Came to check in and chat.”

*Cypher appeared. Sitting down in front of him and smiling.*

((I find it funny that Cypher knows nothing compared to all the askers. She only knows what Flowey tells her.))

Flowey: Oh, I'm great! Feeling a lot better now. Should I miss explain what I was talking about earlier...? Think you deserve to know more "secrets." The reason that was sarcastic is because mostly everyone knows them.

3/50 - petal invulnerability

[fantasychica37]

Things I Did in Undertale

When I was playing, after I had accumulated a large number of fails, I decided to keep track of all the interesting things I did in Undertale to share with the world once I had finished.... only the list wound up being very different than I expected.

-Believed Flowey because I was a naive little cinnamon roll (OK, I watched the first 5 minutes of a playthrough when I was deciding whether or not to buy it, but still!)

-Got stuck with the menu controls and accidentally selected FIGHT and couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t move between items (although it seems to me like everyone has trouble with the menu & controls, next time have the controls available to look at, Toby Fox)

-Got killed by TORIEL

-Supposedly this is a nearly impossible feat and that’s quite impressive I managed that... nope, Asher, I just accidentally ran into the bullets like an idiot

-My friend was giving me vague hints so I tried to fight her and almost kill her and she had a full half of her HP left and I swear I wasn’t.... all right FINE I accidentally killed Toriel are you happy???? 

-And I had no idea what was going on and then she was still so nice WAAAAAAAH WHY MOM NOOOOOO

-Stood there for a second frozen in horror before closing the game window

-Had to do the whole long home sequence YET AGAIN

-Ate the cinnamon-butterscotch pie fighting Toriel

-Finally get past Toriel but then FUCKING FLOWEY MAKES FUN OF ME FOR SUCKING AT VIDEO GAMES SHUT UP I HATE THIS GAME

-What the... These monsters are so weird, and act like kids, and WAIT A MINUTE everyone is attacking me for no reason even though I haven’t killed anybody (permanently) I HATE THIS GAME

-Went on a date as a child??? I feel dirty participating in such a questionable situation...

-JIS STIY DITIRMIND shut up you condescending game that kills me and then offers me false encouragement

-Joined the online fandom early and got stuff spoiled

-Got stuck on Undyne and her stupid yellow arrows, gave up until I got my friend to get me past her when I went back to college for Homecoming two months later

-My grandmother was watching me play and got really interested in it!

-Many people in my Greek house full of nerds: “OMG you got Toriel to kill you? That’s very hard and very impre-” “SHUT UP I SUCK AT VIDEO GAMES”

-I HATE THIS GAME

-Therefore I missed the anniversary

-Apparently I should have been picking up more items to use as armor and HP, oh that random junk was armor???

-Got past Undyne thanks to my friend and THE GAME CAN’T KNOW I CHEATED BY GETTING MY FRIEND TO PLAY FOR ME HA TAKE THAT YOU STUPID GAME

-Instead of getting to progress with the story, went back to do some arcane trick that got me Dog Residue (WTF even is that?????) and then did grinding for 1000G to send Temmie of all people to college??? and THEN RIGHT WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS ALL OVER had to do grinding for 750 more G to get armor that would help me (I now realize my friend may have suggested that because I suck so much) and then she wants to go to grad school??? How is she this smart????? wtf is even going on??

-My friend looked it up and said that it started at 9999G and if I had a price of 750G I’d died 25 times at least (i suck at video games i hate this game well i like it but i also hate it)

-Not sure who Alphys had a crush on but I remembered fandom stuff and I guessed right! Thanks fandom!!!

-Got mad at my friends a lot when I lost (although Jerrell deserved it for telling me that when the game crashed the game was over; I’d been too spoiled for that)

-Failed twice more to have enough stuff for boss fights despite trying to

-spent from Friday night through Saturday playing almost nonstop and trying to chat with my friends while doing so because I’ve waited so long to progress!!

-YOU MEAN I COULD HAVE AVOIDED THIS WHOLE FREAKY HORROR MOVIE SPIDER THING IF I’D ONLY BOUGHT THE STUPID 5G SPIDER CIDER??!!??

-...but I got through. I held on, and I persisted, and I got through.

-And that Temmie Armor is making things a lot easier.

-Still died left and right even with Temmie Armor...

-Including to something called freaking Tsunderplane.

-Wrote “fuck” a lot, Toby Fox, tried to write the Oath of Feanor for Mettaton’s essay

-I knew about Toriel and I think I knew about Asriel and Chara (can’t remember now, even though it’s only been 6 days since I finished the game it feels like a lifetime) but oh that New Home sequence!

-After all that suffering and the two months waiting for someone to peacefully get me past Undyne... it was a crown of honor to be judged by Sans. All of this- it has finally started to pay off. Bless you, Sans. (I am morally superior, look at me. *struts*)

-Felt for all the world when I was collecting as much stuff as possible to face Asgore like I was Harry Potter walking to my self-sacrifice in the Forbidden Forest.

-Called out for Asher, or Jerrell, or any of my friends, to sit with me in my emotion like no one ever sat with me in a time like this, called out like a lost child, confused and a little quietly... but nobody came.

-threw away things that I later realized were armor out of stupidity, threw away the worn dagger because somehow I forgot I had to fight Asgore... got empty gun instead eventually (but according to my save file I beat Asgore and Flowey by punching them with a glove. Sigh.)

-Asher, who showed up eventually, told me that I had to fight... but in contrast to Undyne with her yellow arrows and annoying music that I had to mute for my sanity, whom I would have loved to kick the butt of out of annoyance and frustration, I didn’t want to fight Asgore. Not in the slightest.

-Slammed that Mercy button and stroked Asgore’s face with a finger

-KILLED MY DAD IT’S ALL MY FAAAAAAULT

-OMG OMG MY GAME CRASHED THIS IS SO COOL

-UGH EW WHAT IS THAT

-But... to my surprise, I am not grossed out by Photoshop Flowey.

-Ran away right before my Greek house’s corporation meeting to fight an evil flower, huddled in the next room not talking to anybody

-Does Flowey not want me to keep playing and want me to go outside and do something better?

-No apparently I have to fight, oh right, it’s me being a naive cinnamon roll like at the very beginning of all this

-Went back in room, continued game during meeting with sound off

-Had to break when I got nominated for a position (didn’t get it)

-And cocooned safely in my armor, I played without fear- and when I did die, it wasn’t so horrible- kept going at it, and eventually received gifts from the souls.

-Had to break to get dinner, thankfully Flowey was still waiting for my response even though my laptop had gone to sleep for lack of power

-Slammed that Mercy button and stroked Flowey’s face with a finger (yes, always, I wish I could always do this, I wish everyone could be saved, in the real world too, o please)

-I’m back at the beginning, I think... maybe, if New Home is symmetrical to home... and I step through the door and... WAIT, THAT’S IT? WHERE AM I? HOW COULD I LEAVE? AND WHAT IS IT WITH THESE GAMES AND NOT LETTING US HAVE COMMUNICATION AND REUNIONS AND COHERENCE EVEN WHEN IT’S LOGICAL TO DO SO??

-But Asher said to trust the game, and- now, after I’m cradled in the fruit of my own kindness, after kindness has paid off as surely as Ned Stark defeated Littlefinger, and imbued with a calm confidence... I will.

-Was going to wait to play the second ending but wound up finishing the game later that night, with a member of the class of ‘82 or ‘83 who had never heard of Undertale before watching over my shoulder

-What Alphys was saying about souls... DO ALL THE PROBLEMS (Flowey) COME FROM SEXISM AND EXPECTATIONS OF WOMEN THAT CAUSE THEM TO HAVE LOW SELF-ESTEEM?

-Wait, why are they calling me Jess? I thought Jess was me as the player... later I found out that Jess was the first human, the one who is behind the Genocide route, and, in essence, the soul of the standard videogamer who grinds for EXP. I WOULD NEVER DO THAT, TOBY FOX YOU DICKHEAD! THIS IS NOT FAIR, I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS STEREOTYPING!

-Begged the ‘83 to hold my hand as I went to the end, and I awkwardly held it and he didn’t stop me

-IT’S TORIEL OH MY GOD IT’S TORIEL AGAIN JUST LIKE THE BEGINNING... AND LOOK! Everyone is here supporting me because of my unwavering Mercy and kindness! ( All of this- all the stupid dates and everything else I didn’t want to do because I wanted to get on with the story all paid off?) I love people talking like this, I am tear streaked and radiant, triumphant...

-Wait GOD DAMMIT ASGORE TAKE CHARA’S SOUL AND HANG OUT AROUND AN ICU OR SOMETHING TORIEL WAS RIGHT

-...aaaand what was I expecting from Undertale but Flowey ruining everything? It’s just like Game of Thrones or any story, really; you never get to keep your happy ending.

-Begged the ‘83 to hold my hand and he did

-But... cradled safe inside ages’ worth of grinding just to be kind, inside the fruit of my own kindness, with the assurance that I can get hit and not hurt so much or have nothing happen even, which makes it so that I don’t have anything to fear, and knowing that I only need to hold out and keep trying until the game delivers me its happy ending, knowing that I can, after all, trust the game- it makes me feel that even if I do die starting over wouldn’t be so bad, and that I am free to explore, free from my fear and dread for the first time in my life. I suppose that I am... filled with determination.

-Of course, I win, and I am crying, and so is Eric my ‘83 friend, and my kindness causes the villain to save the day, and oh! I get to hug Asriel, and yes oh yes I will take care of Mom and Dad for them, and everyone is talking and everything is beautiful, and I didn’t go all the way back to Asriel because I didn’t think I could but I walked through the land, yet AGAIN, talking to everyone, and then I went back, and I heard that Flowey would tell you to let Frisk be if I tried to play again, so yes, I am ready for my adventure to be over- I’m so disappointed that I’m not the one going to live with Toriel (we have a guestroom that they all could fit in while they get on their feet...), but I’ve had my fun and it’s time to let them go and be happy. I am sobbing and laughing for joy, and I beg Eric’s hand, and he gives it to me... and I step through the door.

-I’m sure many of you have seen how I have depression and lots of empathy so I feel bad things so strongly, how I was ruined over Theon Greyjoy, how I wish I could always be nice to everyone, and things would be okay for everyone- and o! This, this is my ultimate triumph, and it isn’t real none of it but this might be the greatest triumph I ever have, the greatest crown of honor I ever wear...

-except... fewer of you know that I am a Christian, albeit I put absolutely everything else before God, and playing this game has made me understand the idea of endurance, and perseverance, and acting as God wants you to, and faith in His providence, and I wonder if when I get to heaven it will feel like this.

-I LOVE THIS GAME.

-It is Sunday, October 8, 2017, at 12:57 (12:59?) am and I am tear-streaked and radiant. For once, I’ve gotten a perfectly happy ending, and yes, I do live with this glorious sunrise every single day, so: I say yes yes yes I will stay with you, and walk off holding Toriel’s hand just as I used to, and watch the credits for a long time, laughing with everyone’s happy ending, and at the end of it all (such sweet details are my favorite thing in the whole world), I get a second slice of butterscotch-cinnamon pie, the Annoying Dog shows up, I close the game embrace Eric who just met me but now knows me better than most, he leaves... and then I, just as the game wanted me to do all along with “you live with this?” and, in unexplored routes, “you murderer playing the game again and again”, open the door and poke my head outside, relishing the night sky and the crisp-cool air, and I praise God for everything that the real world is. I live here, and I can trust in that no matter what I have to do, if I just keep trying I can do it, and I’ll always, eventually, be taken care of, and I am absolutely, wholly filled with determination.

(I open the game again. Flowey speaks to me. I close the game. All is well.)