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unknownarmageddon · 1 year

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SonderTale Masterpost!

god damn this was an absolute pain in my ass to make. Also it’s long as hell but it’s done! /lh /nm

This is also an updated version, so if you’ve seen something similar on Quotev, I strongly recommend reading through this one too!

Let’s start with a bit of an overview/introduction

SonderTale is an original Undertale AU of mine, which consists of several one off stories located in its own one-shots book. (Linked here) as well as some art I’ve made of the characters here and there.

SonderTale is an AU inspired by Cryptids and folklore, and has both dark, horror, and almost surreal themes as well as more fluffy/domestic themes. Though ST is inspired by some folklore, most of the Sanses’ origins are not in any way supposed to be exact representations of said folklore. Mostly, I’ve made characters loosely inspired by the folklore and creatures, with only some pieces of their original inspiration. The characters are also not meant to be the Cryptids themselves (like, SonderTale’s Dust is not meant to be what his inspiration is) but rather separate creatures entirely.

SonderTale canonically includes the ships Kross, HorrorDust, and Killermare, which will be expanded on later. Also, I do not own the originals of the characters included in SonderTale, only the AU itself and its concept. All credits go to the original creators, and Undertale belongs to Toby Fox.

Now, for the question of how I got my inspiration for SonderTale. Last year I was on a trip with family, and one of the places we went to was near something related to Goatman. This sparked the conversation of Goatman himself, and just Cryptids in general. Later, we were walking over a bridge at a swap-set nature walk, I got inspiration to write. Of course, I got the idea for an Undertale AU, which was based around/inspired by Cryptids and set somewhere similar to the forest that gave me that initial inspiration. Several of the locations in SonderTale are actually inspired by different places I’ve seen, either through media or personal experience.

SonderTale’s main setting is a forested swap, located near farmland. Amidst the forest is a small lake, in the middle of which there is a medium-sized island that houses an abandoned graveyard. Not far away is a large, metal bridge leading over a human river.

Below the cut will be bios of the characters found in this AU, starting with SonderTale’s Horror

SonderTale!Horror (Rueing)

This version of Horror Sans is inspired by the Goatman. Cadaver has been known to call him “Rue”.

Rueing is mostly paranoid, dull, apathetic, territorial, gruff and feral. He minds his business, and he’d like it that others do the same. However, when around SonderTale Dust, he may be calmer and more toned down. Rueing isn’t drastically overprotective of his forest, but can be protective of Cadaver if he gets harmed in some way. He will also attack anyone who tries to interfere with his home or garden, or is found caught in one of his traps. Rueing is very self-sufficient, as he grows his own crops and preserves and slaughters his own meat. He hardly travels outside the forest, and stays as far away from humanity as he can manage.

Rueing normally feels conflicted and uncertain when it comes to his own, and Cadaver’s, hunting habits. His preferred hunting method is traps, and several bear traps have been set up throughout the forest. He collects fungus, herbs, dead preserved deformed animals, and the skulls of dead animals. He also keeps jars of eyes (animal) as well as jars holding the internal organs and smaller body parts of animals. He keeps most of these jars in his cellar, along with his unpacked and unprocessed dear meat.

Below will be a bit more compact bio of Rueing.

Active : Nocturnal

Height : 6’7”

Place of Residence : A cabin located in the forest, neighboring marshland

Preferred Prey : Deer, homegrown produce, and most other forest-residing animals.

Current Partner : SonderTale Dust (Cadaver)

Skills : Cooking, Watercolor Painting, Gardening, Foraging, Botany, Wound-Attending, General Off-The-Grid Survival,

Weakness : His legs and head wound, blindness is one eye, his connection with his partner

Magical Abilites : Bone summoning and manipulation, higher physical endurance, limited healing, and Gaster Blasters

Origin : Rueing worked as a farmhand on a goat farm, but as a punishment for “antagonistic behavior” was trapped in the homeowner’s basement. Here he went practically insane, and was gruesomely starved. Once he was free he slaughtered and ate more than half of the farm’s goats which he previously cared for. In a rage he fled to the nearby woods, which is where he was mutated into his current form and where he stays to this day.

SonderTale’s Dust (Cadaver)

This version of Dust is inspired by the Wendigo. He has been called “Caddy” and “Dusty” by Tryst.

Cadaver is generally very dull, distrustful, reserved, wild, aggressive, and territorial. (Compared to Rueing, he is much more animalistic as well) He shows very little emotion around anyone he isn’t close to, and has a generally inexpressive face and mannerisms. As mentioned, he is extremely territorial, and won’t hesitate to kill anyone who trespasses in his forest. Cadaver dislikes being trapped inside, and would much rather be outside hunting with his companion, Sonder Killer. He is prone to getting himself hurt, and therefore will often need to be healed by Rueing. His hunts can last for weeks, or even months in some cases.

Cadaver sheds his antlers, like actual deer do. He regrows them during the spring. The antlers are covered in velvet before they completely harden. It is unknown why his antlers function this way.

Below will be a bit more compact bio of Cadaver.

Active : Nocturnal

Height : 6’10”

Place of Residence : He has no concrete home, and instead lives within the forest. He will usually stay with Rueing between hunts.

Preferred Prey : Humans (However, he may settle for deer or livestock)

Current Partner : SonderTale Horror (Rueing)

Skills : Hunting, stealth, navigating through thick forest, combat, tracking,

Weakness : his relationship with Rueing, his recklessness, his low agility, detest of small spaces, his aggression

Magical Abilities : Bone summoning and manipulation, enhanced physical stamina and endurance, and telekinesis

Origin : It is said that while on a winter hike, Cadaver got separated from his brother. He searched tirelessly for him, eventually getting himself more lost in the labyrinth of the woods. He wandered for what may have been days, starved, delirious and cold until his brother finally found him. In Cadaver’s ravenous confusion, he slaughtered his brother and ate most of his body. He quickly developed a taste for human flesh, and this greed disfigured him into the creature he is now.

SonderTale’s Killer (Tryst)

This version of Killer is inspired by the Chupacabra. He tends to be laidback, witty, stubborn, cocky, reckless, impulsive, energetic, and a tease. He doesn’t care much if humans sight him, and bothers very little with keeping a low profile when near civilization. He is especially cocky when he’s around both Alpas and Cadaver, and tends to be more extroverted. However, he is indeed distrustful of strangers, despite not usually expressing this externally. He can be quite competitive, and enjoys partaking in friendly competitions with Cadaver while on their hunts. Additionally, when on a hunt he tends to revert to mad, almost sadistic ways. Sonder Killer carries himself low to the ground in an almost slinking manner, and accompanies Cadaver on many of his hunts. Trust prefers to keep to himself, and does not venture very fair in any direction alone. He is also currently in a toxic relationship with Whist, as Whist is controlling and abusive toward Tryst.

Below will be a bit more compact bio of Tryst.

Active : Nocturnal, occasionally diurnal

Height : 5’8”

Place of Residence : Tryst lives under an abandoned overpass, which is near expansive farmland.

Preferred Prey : The blood of goats, sheep and other livestock. However, he has been known to drain humans and eat human food.

Current Partner : SonderTale’s Cross (Alpas)

Former Partner : SonderTale’s Nightmare (Whist) ((toxic relationship, abusive))

Skills : Stealth, knife-related skills/tricks, pick pocketing, agility, acrobatics, close combat

Weakness : Poor defense, fear of failure, his soul, sight problems, low skill in ranged combat, his relationship with Alpas

Magical Abilities : Teleportation, knife summoning and manipulation, blood digestion and dependence, enhanced speed and endurance

Origin : It’s not fully known where he came from, but sightings date back several years of a skeletal, canine figure mutilating livestock. Many suspect he came from the forest.

SonderTale’s Cross (Alpas)

This version of Cross is inspired by the Thunderbird. He has been nicknamed “Crisscross” by Tryst.

Generally Alpas is serious, solitary, alert, extremely distrustful, reserved, and paranoid. He is practically always on edge. Though, once he’s around someone he’s comfortable with (notably Tryst), he can be more relaxed and upbeat. He is also incredibly protective of those he’s formed a bond with, and would do anything to keep them out of harm.

Alpas usually never attacks or hunts humans, and is seen as generally harmless. He also refuses to go near civilization. Thus, he normally stays solitarily to himself and is sometimes seen as an omen for bad comings or as a powerful nature spirit amongst humankind. When he travels via flight, he uses the cover of thick storm clouds as to not be noticed. Despite being incredibly tall, most of his size comes from his massive pitch black wings. (He has a wingspan of roughly 16 feet) When he flaps these wings hard enough, lightning and thunder are produced. He tends to fluff up his feathers when he’s on edge and as a method of intimidation. He carries a golden heart locket in a pouch on his hip. While he does not know many people apart from Tryst, he has a very bad relationship with Whist. He despises Whist, and Whist despises him. Alpas only wants to protect Tryst from Whist, and has gotten into countless fights with Whist because of this. These fights have left both sides seriously wounded.

Below will be a bit more compact bio of Alpas

Active : Nocturnal, occasionally diurnal

Height : 8”

Place of Residence : He has no distinct home, but mainly sleeps in one large, old oak tree located within the forest. He spends most of his time flying, or with Tryst.

Preferred Prey : Scavenged human food, and occasionally animals

Current Partner : SonderTale’s Killer (Tryst)

Skills : Aerodynamics, agility, navigating, celestial navigation, ranged combat, resistance to harsh weather,

Weakness : his relationship with Tryst, his wings, fear/wariness of humans, sensitivity to bright lights

Magical Abilities : Lightning summoning and manipulation, other electricity-related abilities, summoning and manipulating storm clouds and in some (special) cases tornadoes, enhanced endurance, and Gaster Blasters

Origin : Unlike many of the other monsters, Alpas was created the way he is. He’s been around much longer than anyone else, and it’s unknown how he came into being.

SonderTale’s Nightmare (Whist)

This version of Nightmare is inspired by the Jersey Devil. Whist is a reserved, collected, calm, sadistic, apathetic, and cruel person. He shows very little positivity, and has a habit of using others. Though, he can be quite curious of things unknown to him. He often times puts up a fake, more approachable, persona when he’s trying to learn more about someone. He’ll act polite, friendly, and calm when he does this, attempting to gain their trust and friendship. Most of the time he ends up using any information gathered from his desired victim against them to siphon negativity from them, on which he feeds and draws energy. He is also prone to snapping if angered enough, and will have the occasional outburst if outraged. Many of these outbursts are directed at Tryst.

Whist appears to be the most refined of the Monsters, and has very “human” or “proper” mannerisms. He also isn’t very territorial, and has on occasion even escorted humans out of the forest if they had been lodt. Additionally, Whist is incredibly powerful, both magically and physically. He can hold his own well in battle, but prefers to not have to engage with it at all. He is completely blind in one eye, which he takes care not to let his adversary take advantage of. Whist is very fond of games, and will often subject his victims to card games or mental games of his own making. He is sly in this way, and takes great enjoyment in these games.

Below will be a bit more compact bio of Whist.

Active : Any time, not strictly nocturnal

Height : 6’4”

Place of residence : An abandoned house located in the forest, which is collapsing in some places. Whist has partially fixed it up, and added his own furniture.

Preferred Prey : He appears to feed entirely off the negativity of others

Current Partner : N/A

Former Partner : SonderTale’s Killer (Tryst) ((Toxic relationship, abusive))

Skills : Manipulation, Writing/Language arts, reading emotions, tactics, poetry, piano, card games

Weakness : Intense positivity, fear of remembering, his blind spot, his past, his issues with anger

Magical Abilities : Sensing emotions, summonable tentacles, limited shape-shifting, resistance to projectiles, acidic body that is harmful to the touch, negative aura with a wide radius

Origin : It is said that Whist was orphaned at a very young age, and lived in an orphanage for most of his adolescent and teenage life. Here he was bullied severely. His bullies saw him as weak and worthless, and this became a large insecurity for Whist. Eventually having enough, Whist found a way to summon a demon of pure negativity. The two fused, thus converting Whist into his current state. After the fusion everyone in the orphanage was massacred.

SonderTale’s Error (Knell)

This version of Error is inspired by the Mothman. Generally he tends to be cocky, irritable, curious, eccentric, confident and somewhat narcissistic. He’s very much a loner, and doesn’t personally know any of the other monsters apart from Whist. Knell, like Alpas, is generally harmless to humans. He typically does not hunt humans or animals, and spends a majority of his time either in the graveyard, his bridge, or flying. The inside of his wings are decorated with large, intricate golden eye-like patterns, and the antennae on his head function similar to a cat’s whiskers.

Knell enjoys observing humans and their antics, as he finds them entertaining. He collects a variety of human items, taking interest in their oddity. He keeps his horde of these items tucked away on his bridge. He is also known to capture live humans, as well, keeping them for as long as he pleases trapped on his bridge. He practically toys with them like dolls, and occasionally he kills them, but most times he frees them once he looses interest. Knell is farsighted.

As previously mentioned, Knell is also very irritable. He is easy to anger or upset, and if he does not get his way, he may through entire tantrums. These are quite desctructive, and can go on for days at a time.

Below will be a bit more compact bio of Knell

Active : Crepuscular, sometimes nocturnal

Height : 6’4”

Place of Residence : He mainly resides on a large metal bridge leading over a human river, but also rests on trees and power lines.

Preferred Prey : scavenged human and animal carcasses, and stolen human candy (mostly chocolate)

Current Partner : N/A

Skills : Knitting, sewing, crochet, deception, perception, stealth, ranged combat, literature

Weakness : Close combat, his bad eyesight, his protectiveness of his captured humans, fear of physical contact, a fear of needles and enclosed spaces, his past/fear of remembering his past

Magical Abilities : Silk-like strings, summonable magical bones, limited portals, sharp night vision,

Orgin : Knell is a product of human meddling. Apparently, he was captured and subjected to severe experimentations, both mental and physical, causing him to be disfigured into his current state. He managed to break out, killing the humans responsible in the process. It is unknown precisely what these aforementioned experiments entailed.

SonderTale’s Fresh (Akrasia)

This version of Fresh is inspired by the Skinwalker. He is usually very upbeat, friendly-seeming, laidback, approachable, and eccentric when around other people, but has been known to act in drastically contrasting demented, cold, crazed, and dull ways when alone, angered, or around his victims. Akrasia himself is actually a parasite that has infected a host’s body. The parasite itself has very little basic emotions, is almost completely mindless, and only has the motivation of survival.

Akrasia’s most notable ability is shapeshifting. He accomplishes changing shape by breaking his own bones and reconfiguring them into the structure of other entities. This causes him very little pain, and is done magically. He is able to reform entirely new joints, and fully change the shape of his skull this way. It can take up to five hours to completely finish a transformation, while smaller changes take shorter amounts of time. He also has the ability to imitate any human’s voice, or the sound of any animal.

Akrasia’s method of hunting involves luring his decided victim away either by voice imitation and/or shapeshifting, before killing them. He has also been known to “hone in” on a single specific person for months, getting close to them and slowly luring them away to where he can easily kill them. He wears the pelts of his victims’ household pets as disguises.

Very little is actually fully known about Akrasia. Mostly all that is known is just pieced-together speculations.

Below will be a bit more compact bio of Akrasia.

Active : Mostly nocturnal, sometimes crepuscular or diurnal

Height : 6’5”, fluctuates between transformations

Place of Residence : In and around nearby farmland, prefers to take cover in tall grass

Preferred Prey : Humans, occasionally household pets. Never wildlife.

Current Partner : N/A

Skills : Deception, imitation, hiding/masking emotions, agility, stealth,

Weaknesses : Unknown

Magical Abilities : Shapeshifting, enhanced speed, some immunity to attacks, body regeneration/self healing, summonable magic bones

Origin : Little is known about his origin. All that is concretely known is that he is a parasite, and nothing more.

Unsorted Trivia

- SonderTale Murder’s name comes from the Norwegian horror film “Cadaver”

- SonderTale Killer’s name, Tryst, means “A secret rendezvous between lovers”. This is a reference to his relationship with Alpas

- This image was a main reference/inspiration for Alpas’ design

- The Great Raven (Thunderbird) from Hilda is also another large source of inspiration for Alpas

- July 13th is SonderTale’s anniversary. This is the date that the first work related to SonderTale was finished.

- There is an already existing Undertale Comic series named Sondertale. They are unrelated, and the name similarity was unintentional.

- Rueing was the first character created, along with Cadaver.

- All of the characters are unaware of the existence of other timelines/universes

- Resetting doesn’t exist in this AU

- All of the Monsters have ‘human’ souls (right-side-up souls)

- The “video game” aspects of Undertale aren’t as prominent in this AU, and it’s more realistic in that sense. Eating food or sleeping doesn’t increase or replenish health, and HP and LV are not as relevant if at all. Save points don’t exist.

- The way monsters are created in this AU is, when an enough of a human soul’s humanity is stripped away, their physical form and mental state is distorted into that of a monster. They are not born they way they are, but created. The only exception to this is Whist, and Alpas. (Akrasia’s parasite infected a human host, but through hunting other humans, was made into a monster)

- When monsters are created, their souls loose all color

- Alpas still has the iconic gold heart locket, but he just keeps it in his jacket pocket most of the time so it isn’t visible

- SonderTale Papyrus was Cadaver’s brother, and was human. He had a very similar personality to the original Papyrus, and his name was Conner.

- When they are transformed, the monsters forget their human names and are “given” a new name, which they somehow know without ever being told. They also forget parts of their human lives, mostly the positive parts.

- The monsters are their own species. They wouldn’t be called “Goatman” or “skinwalker” only just “monster”

- The only monsters that generate any kind of body heat are Akrasia, Alpas, and Rueing. All the others are very cold to the touch.

Anyway, thank you so much if you managed to read all the way through that! I really we wanted to get this all out there so. If you’d like to see any art or other posts related to these guys, please check its Tumblr tag. Also, feel free to ask any questions about them that you have!

#FINALLY got around to doing this thing #some of the guys don’t have visuals to go with them yet #but getting this info out here in Tumblr is what mattered to me. So enjoy ig?? I love these guys and want people to know about them :>#Armageddon’s SonderTale #Also I do have voice claims for these dudes. So maybe I’ll post that sometime

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ttkwritterblog · 6 months

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AGTI_Fight or flight but you have traumas and aint no birdie (deleted scene)

The witch keeps yapping cheerfully about everything and anything while cutting everyone else off every other second. And it's getting on your nerves.

You grab the empty wine bottle next to you and hold it over the bitch head, ready to strike.

Rust put his hand over yours and harshly pulled it down.

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While you like to think you have okay self-control and can also stand up for yourself, you found your body twitching ever so slightly as her pitchy voice rose and rose. The supposed sister of yours is tearing you a new piece, for what you are unsure for she keeps on rambling.

The whole house is empty as most of the gang has to attend some monster kingdom meeting with the king, while the others decide to go on a spontaneous road trip. You regret not having the courage to ask to join either party, even the burning sensation of a sore limp, the threats of death and the fucking boredom are better than this.

You felt your hand trembling as the older girl whipped her head to you harshly with a glare filled so much with hatred that could kill a monster with just the killing intent. Your mind blurred as she grabbed you harshly and pulled you along with her as she walked down the hall.

"What?" You asked as she stopped at the front door, hand already snatched the phone from your hand and opened the door. "Get out." She said.

You take a step back at the sudden request. "Huh? why?" You managed to slur out.

"I said get out!" She snapped, and you flinched back as anger threatened to boil over in her hazel eyes, "I can't deal with you right now, just-" she sighed, "get out." The pretty girl seemed defeated like you have pushed her over the edge or crossed some invisible lines- but you haven't! right? You did the chores, you stayed out of her way, you kept your mouth shut- you did- you did everything!

Looking at the older woman, you suddenly feel like you're thirteen again, stupid, full of angst and heartbreaks. A child who let no one step over them, who bit and crawl themself out of trouble. A child who still wilted at the slightest glare their version of this woman gave them, huddle to themself at the shove, the slaps, the bruising grips. A young teenager who is confused about why their sister despited them so much, why their mother never stops the sister, why is father never around, why-

Your lips parted but no words came out. It doesn't matter as she didn't wait for an answer as she pushed you out the door and locked it.

The wind picked up ever so slightly as the storm rolled around the block but all you can think about is the woman who bore so many similarities with your adopted little sister. The same woman who vanished off the face of the earth so soon after she dropped the little girl in front of your family's doorstep. Small drops of water started falling onto you and quickly became full-blown rain. All that you can think of is how fitting it is, as a cold pool of dread forms in your gut.

You wonder what's different in this universe from yours.

Maybe your counterpart was never sad or angry enough to spill their guts out.

For the first time in forever, you dare to feel glad Daisy never met Adella.

You glad, no, graceful your brother who pushed you to speak that night.

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You watch as car after car drove past the forest and park in front of the yard after God know how long. The rain was coming to a stop slowly as the monsters got out of the cars one by one, similar to how a clown alley walking out of a minivan. The thought makes you crackle enough to choke on your spits.

Not long after that most of them spotted you, drenched in water sitting at the doorstep and waving at them. Trembling.

"Heya?" You started, your eyes drifted to the side of the forest as the bad sanses emerged from, grumbling about rain and mud and what a pain it is to remove. You noted that no one returned your greeting and instead opted to eye you weirdly.

Rude.

"Why are ya out here kid?" Red grunted out, Rust already shrugged off his jacket and offered it to you, you shook your head to the kind skeleton, there's no point in drenching the jacket when you can just walk in the house now.

Curse you and your inability to see the future. Of course, the one day where you wake up to an empty house with the devil reincarnation was the day you forgot to bring your keys, wallet and extra phone with you. Never again are you gonna get caught off guard like this.

"Gosh Human, You Are Shaking," Jupiter muttered softly, now all eyes are on you for real, even Killer seems to be looking, and the dude is as blind as a bat. "Forgot my keys... and phone." You slurred out, shivering against the cold breeze.

"...let's get you inside and warm up," Comic said as Roman led you toward the now-opened front door. God, you can only hope you won't catch a cold, but with your luck? Let's just hope it won't make you bedridden.

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Waking up has never been a good sensation, but it worsens when you're sick. As you open your eyes you can only feel agony spread across the meaty body. Your bone aches and your head is throbbing like someone just gave you a concussion on a silver plate. Your skin is sticky and weirdly uncomfortable, every inch of your muscles feels like it has torn itself apart.

Sitting up is a bad idea and standing up was even worse.

As soon as you steady yourself upright, you're winded bad enough to fall and almost give yourself a real concussion. You shouldn't catch yourself with your hands, 'cause now everything is ringing, you must have hit your funny bone. Maybe you just need to lie down a bit, it certainly can't make everything worse, right?

You flopped onto the floor with a dull thug, grabbing the worn-out throw blanket, you wrapped yourself up, shielding yourself from the cold temperature. Might as well take a nap, it's not like anyone gonna looking for you at ass o'clock in the morning. You can feel your consciousness slowly drift away.

You woke up to your name being called frantically.

Or you think it's your name, 'cause it sounds muffled like someone took medical cotton and stuffed it into your ears then sealed it in with wax.

You can feel your body being shaken borderline violently. Begrudgingly you open your eyes to see 'Princess Celestia- human bones version' too close for your comfort. You would curse him out for waking you up from your free trial of death if not for your coughing fit. Looking up you can see at least two to three other figures in your room, all looking like you just keeled over and died and now they have to deal with a body-

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An hour later, in the living room and on the god-forsaken green couch, you're officially on house watch for being sick. The skeletons are super duper worried for your health and have decided to always have two skeletons watch you just so you wouldn't crumple into a husk of a body. You would call bull shits, laugh at their ugly fucking skulls and waltz back to your room if you have the strength right now.

Then you see it, and from the corner of your eyes you see a blurring blob of blue slowly approaching, you would assume it's Comic if he somehow became taller three hours ago. And get meat and skin. And a blonde wig. 'Not Comic' cooed at you condescendingly while his hand softly reached your forehead, cold but soft skin touching your burning hot one.

That's a human hand.

"Oh you poor thing," Adella said, tutting at you with empathy like the bitch didn't know you were outside, she locked you out there hours ago.

Your pseudo-sister strokes your face gently, and you almost lean into her touch amid a fever. And then the hand was gone, the nerve of this bitch.

#reader insert #rough draft #undertale #undertale fanfiction #AGTI #AGTI draft #draft #deleted scene

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morguemaw · 3 years

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NEW AUU. Hi! Please read the stuff below to understand the AU, Rules, ect; Please read it fully to understand what I'm comfortable with since this is my first open AU where ill allow people to create their own Sans OC/Sans AU in. CentaurTone is a AU based off of Centaur Sans's. think of the Multiverse in this case. Lore/Backstory;

CentaurTone is a universe of a massive collision of AU's. This was due to a mistake on Ink and Error's side. Due to this mistake, all AU's have combined into one massive world, forcing everyone above ground into a massive, thriving globe. This globe has cities/towns, forests, mountains, everything you'd expect from earth, but with a twist. Since CentaurTone used to be another small clique of AU's, like CentaurSwap, CentaurFell, CentaurTale, and so on, they agreed to live together, with Ink and Error being the silent gods, and Dream and Nightmare being the demigods of the planet. Due to the small size however, everyone mostly lives together peacefully in one city. With other versions taking charge of their own plot of land, either living together in a huddle, or in separate in single homes. Even though they are Centaurs, they are also nicknamed Centies. Centies can indeed live anywhere! A house? Go for it! In a cave? Hell yea! Treehouse? GO for it! There are a total of three groups; Devs. Links. and Kluches. Devs are the Good Sanses. Starring Ink, Dream, and Swap. Links are the Bad Sanses. Starring Error, Killer, Dust, Horror, and Nightmare. Kluches are the rest of the world. If you have decided to have more then just one Sans in a group, you are fully allowed to name them whatever you please. Centies typically live in groups, but it isnt uncommon to see a Centie alone, so it is fully alright to create a single Centie, and live in peace. Rules; ( ik, it has rules I'm srry :( ) X Please don't use someone else's idea! Since I didn't plan on this being a open AU, I would prefer if people didn't overuse/use a au someone else is doing! X The Centaur part can be ANY species! But please no mermaid/ocean stuff, CentaurTone is strictly land based! You can use Mammals or Bugs however, such as Cats, Dogs, Spiders, or more! Be creative! <3 X That's it! Here is a list of who is doing what! This will be updated as time goes on, of what user has designed what CentaurTone character; Its fully fine to do OCs! Just again please avoid any pre-existing AUs that are already picked by others! -- Me: Ink Sans Error Sans Dream Sans Lust Sans Fresh Sans UnderSwap Sans SwapLust Sans SwapFell Sans HorrorSwap Any Personal OCs -- @glitchysquidd Underfell Horrortale Killer Sans Any Personal OCs -- @redmegalovania Dust Sans Any Personal OCs

#CentaurTone

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kiokodoodles · 2 years

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Underswap Skeleton Bros

Jayce (US Sans)

- Age: 26

- Height: 5 ft

- Tail Length: Reaches the bottom of his feet

- Voice Headcanon: Lloyd from Ninjago

- Personality: upbeat, energetic, hardworking, stubborn, confident, slightly chaotic, actually messy

- Technically a sentry of the Royal Guard, but was pretty much the watchman/peacemaker of Snowdin

- Pretty much respected by the people in Snowdin! Though he hates how he gets treated like a kid by people outside of Snowdin

- He currently works as a fireman. He also sometimes helps at the embassy to help out human-monster relations

- Love language: Receiving gifts and words of affirmation

- He likes all kinds of music that he can’t pick a favorite

- Claims he hates ketchup but he actually loves it. Doesn’t hide his love for greasy food.

- Is a big fan of Napstaton and talks about how talented he is. Jayce has an appreciation for the arts

- This guy is so strong he can suplex a boulder and lift a car. The training he got from Alphys and a bit of Undyne paid off

- One of the physically strongest of the Sanses: incredibly strong, quick on his feet, and has good control of his magic

- He loves outdoor activities especially hiking, cooking, designing and making outfits, arts and crafts, photography, and dancing.

- Has a hand stim and always needs to do something with his hands

- Suffers a bit from imposter syndrome

- He should take a break or nap, but there’s also so much to do

- Wants to chase a tornado one day but for now he makes his own magic tornadoes

- Has a pug named Rufus

- He’s currently teaching himself how to skateboard. Jayce is also trying to figure out how to get Rufus to stay on his skateboard while he’s riding

- Loves stargazing too and is currently teaching himself what all of the constellations are

Paps (US Papyrus)

- Age: 22

- Height: 6’9” ft

- Tail Length: Reaches his ankles

- Voice Headcanon: Leo from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

- Personality: chill, kind, understanding, goofy, hardworking, mischievous, perceptive, smart idiot

- Highly values trust so he’d rather you be upfront with him than hide things from me

- Love language: Physical touch and quality time

- He currently works as a mechanic and handyman.

- He likes rock, rap, and EDM

- Worked on the puzzles in Snowdin Forest and pretty much has made inventions that help out citizens in Snowdin

- Frequents Muffet’s and sort of advertises for her cafe by always carrying around some of her sweets. Gotta support local businesses

- Judge of the underground

- Made a cooling system for the CORE after the accident. Also made sure railings were installed. Though he can’t really do much for the puzzles and mechanisms in the CORE

- Carries around a stash of citrus flavored lollipops. Loves the lollipops but his favorite sweets are those that are honey flavored

- Please for the love of god keep him away from mayo he is disgusting with it

- Secretly learned how to dance from watching Napstaton (is actually a really good hip hop dancer)

- Because he had to deal with Jayce’s speediness and Jayce’s energetic dog, Paps is the most dodgiest of the Papyruses and can probably snatch someone who is running at full speed pretty quickly

- He loves tinkering, reading, swimming, playing video games, watching documentaries and binging TV shows, and actually draws a bit himself. Not super talented but it’s good art!

- He’s pretty good at basketball

- A little on the quiet side, but he’s generally upbeat and friendly to others! Might have some social anxiety too

- Has insomnia

- Has some plushies and a body pillow to cuddle with when he sleeps

- He loves a certain book series but you will never know what that is

- Exceptionally amazing at roller skating and ice skating but sucks at skateboarding and surfboarding. He wants to get better at that

- He’s currently teaching himself several languages and how to sew

- Has a pet turtle named Tuck, a pet lizard named Momo, and an Australian Shepherd named Honey

#headcanon time!#underswap #us sans #us papyrus #ut au #utmv #sans #papyrus

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kyedrinkscola · 4 years

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Error's PoV:

A... truce? He really wants to do a... truce???

Oh my stars. It's finally happening. I'm crying with tears of joy, as he looks at me confused. "YES!! FINALLY, A TRUCE!" I say, genuinely happy!

Ink starts grinning. He can tell that I'm happy. My voice isn't even glitching! "Oh my stars, yes, I want to do a truce! Please!" I say. He hugs me, genuinely laughing. I hug back, only glitching slightly.

I'm still crying from happiness. He lets me calm down. "I'll tell you who you really are eventually, G- I mean, Error," he says cheerfully. G? I'm not a Gaster!Sans, as far as I know.

However, Geno!Sans DOES look remarkably similar to me... almost TOO similar...

Eh, I'll learn more later. Right now, I'm overwhelmingly excited. I grin softly, trembling with joy. I never thought this would happen.

I feel... so happy....

When was the last time I was happy...?

God, that sounds depressing. At least the voices aren't-

"You piece of garbage. You really think he cares?"

I freeze.

"Oh, wow, such a fucking crybaby. Why would a soulless creature care about YOU?"

I start crying.

"GET IT THROUGH YOUR SKULL. NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU."

I start sobbing.

"sT0P y311InG! I G3T IT! Y0U HATE m3!"

"DAMN RIGHT WE DO! NOW KILL INK! DAMN, YOU'RE HORRIBLE AT YOUR JOB."

I keep sobbing and trying to get the voices to go away. They intensify.

Then they start screaming.

I scream loudly, collapsing. Ink is probably very concerned. I feel tapping on my shoulder. I ignore it.

I keep sobbing. "G0 aW4y, iN5." "Error, what's wrong?" The voices suddenly go quiet.

"The... voices... they hate me... they started screaming..."

"The voices? Wait. Do you mean the Creators?"

"I... I guess they are? Some always go on and on about their precious little AU's and how I should stop, and others yell at me to do my stupid job."

Ink is officially horrified. I can tell, because his hand starts shaking. I can't really see, because of all the error signs covering my eyes.

"I never knew they were that horrible to you... they're so nice to me... wow. What the hell. That's just plain old bullying and preference."

I have to agree with him on that. It's disgusting. The error signs finally disappeared, and I see Ink is tearing up. "Inky, stop crying."

He froze. "Are you calling me Inky again~?" Ink teases. I immediately flush a bright yellow, for gods sake-

I look away, slightly pouting. "No," I argue. He just grins stupidly. Fuck you, Mr God of Creation. Stop making me feel happy. And where the hell did the voices go?

"Haha, you thought we left?"

Shit. I curl up into Ink, hyperventilating. "Not again," I whisper.

"We never leave."

Stupid Fate. I hate her.

"i̶, e̶s̶p̶e̶c̶i̶a̶l̶l̶y̶."

I flinch. That's definitely Fate.

"HEY! CREATORS!" Ink says somewhat loudly. The voices stop talking. "SHUT THE HELL UP! STOP HATING ON HIM! HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT!"

...

Damn. So he DOES care. Hopefully. I've liked him since I met him, he was just really violent and angry towards me. So I thought he hated me.

The voices disappear. Temporarily.

"Thank you," I mumble, flushing yellow.

Ink's PoV:

Stupid Creators. I can't believe they're hurting him.

I was a horrible person. Honestly. Just because he's a destroyer doesn't mean he's a terrible person. I wish I realized that sooner.

I noticed his blush finally. Huh. Maybe he does have a crush. I smile.

"Well, now that we're gonna do a truce... no more creating, and no more destroying. Got it? Unless we wanna be beaten up, or it's absolutely necessary," I state. He nods and smiles gently.

Holy stars, that just froze me. I never knew he could be this captivating. I immediately look away.

'I can't fall for him. He doesn't like me that way,' I think.

"Hey, Skittle Face. Why're you blushing?" Oh, fucking great. I'm blushing.

"Nope. No I'm not," I say nervously. He chuckles. "Sure, Ink Stain." INK STAIN?! OH MY STARS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS.

The rainbow flush on my face only grows darker. For gods sake, Error, please stop. He just grins and laughs. Stars, he's cute. Wait what-

I "relax". Haha, not today, bitch. Not today. I'm not gonna fall for him, stupid Fate. Destiny. Whatever. Not today.

"Anyways... what to do now..." I mumble. He probably doesn't wanna be friends. I wouldn't be friends with me, either. But it gives me a sinking feeling inside...

He grabs my hand and smiles. "Friends?" I look at him, grinning. "Friends," I say. Thank you, Destiny.

So, friends, huh? That's new. Very new. Huh. I have no soul, but when I'm with him, I feel a spark of... something new. I don't know what it is.

Love? Hope? Compassion? Excitement?

I don't know, honestly. It's confusing. So, so fucking confusing. I didn't think I could feel. Let alone feel... that. It's weird. Very concerning.

Why was I even blushing?! He's not even that- that's a lie. I just didn't notice it when I was fighting him. I didn't notice it when I hated him, but he's actually- attractive.

Oh god no, don't think that- friends only, remember? Yeah. Friends only. Just friends. Mhm, just that.

I'm a huge mess, Jesus Christ. I don't even like him that way! It's just an illusion-!

"Hey. Ink Stain. You aren't listening." Oh no. I've messed up already. "Ehhh, define listening," you mutter. Error is laughing a bit.

"Caught in your thoughts? STRUNG UP?" Error chuckles. You laugh a bit; you've always liked puns slightly. You're a Sans, after all. You're not a fanatic, but you still like them.

"Oh, I don't know. I could of just DRAWN THEM up in my head," I say, smiling. Error suddenly gets slightly defensive. Probably the PTSD.

"H-hey, uh, Ink? You won't do... THAT again, will you?" "What do you me- oh," I mutter. "No. I won't attack you again, especially with an army."

Error doesn't seem to completely believe me.

Error's PoV:

Ink is nice enough, but I don't trust him. Not... completely. God, he's nice though, when he's not trying to kill me.

His actions are still suspicious to me, however. He's suddenly too nice. Wayyyy too nice. It's highly annoying, and confusing. Fate could be behind his odd behavior, and be manipulating both him and me.

I do NOT trust him. Especially since he tried to kill me using a whole army of Sanses and Papyruses. It.... scares me. HE scares me. Almost as much as touch.

Anyways, I'm a lot more cautious now that I remembered he could literally kill me at any moment. So, yeah. But now that we have our little "truce", I have freedom!!

I don't know what to feel. It's weird. He's affecting me, isn't he?

Ugh. Whatever, it doesn't matter. I'm just glad that he won't do THAT to me again. Thank the stars.

"Hey, Ink?" I say. "We're... friends now, right? So you wouldn't... you wouldn't..." I don't even realize that tears are threatening to burst from my sockets. "You wouldn't hurt me again, no matter what?" I mumble.

I turn away, looking at the stars. I don't even expect him to say he wouldn't. He's probably lying. He's like them. He wouldn't-

"I wouldn't."

That does it. I start crying again, but silently, still looking upwards. The stars have always fascinated me, but the habitants of Outertale weren't too fond of me.

"Hey PAL. GET OU- huh? Ink? What're ya doing with HIM?"

Great. It's Outer. I honestly didn't expect him to find us.

"Oh, hey Outer!! I'm just trying to hang out with Error, is all!" Ink says cheerfully. I facepalm; that's too suspicious for him to say, ESPECIALLY after he ordered an attack on me.

"He mEAnS thAt hE reGrETs bEATinG mE uP. And nO, I'M noT maNiPULAtiNg hIM!" I say quickly.

Outer Sans doesn't seem to believe you.

Ugh. And then the voices are screaming at me to leave - oh JOY, this'll be FUN. "Hey, Ink. You should leave before the guy STRINGS YOU UP," Outer says to Ink.

Ink Sans refuses to leave.

God he's an idiot. Outer is going to blast me to smithereens, get out of here! Stupid Inky Squid. Ink takes out his stupid Broomy. "No, Outer. We were just talking, that's all-!" "Knowing him, he's plotting something! Just leave, Ink."

I sigh loudly. They're fighting like an old married couple, and it's annoying me. I open a portal to Underswap - at least we can hide in the forest there. But Ink refuses to move. He's going to defend me, oh stars - he wouldn't dare.

"Ink. Let's leave. We're not welcome here. Well, I'M not welcome here-" I start. "No, Error. I'm not going to let you get harassed anymore because of my mistakes." I sigh. He won't listen to reason. I might as well wait it out regularly.

Ink's PoV:

I'm not going to let Error let pushed around like this anymore! I need to own up to my mistakes. And one way is by telling the truth.

"You know how when I CHECKed Error, I started sobbing?" I start. Error facepalms again. I start telling the story from my point of view.

....

"... so yeah, now we're here," I say. Outer looks horrified, Error looks uncomfortable. Error's basically shifting on his feet, obviously wanting to leave. But... I needed to tell the truth, for once.

"Damn," Outer whispers. "That's... messed up, actually." Of course it is!! That's why I want to fix it!

"Hey, Ink, can we go now? I really want to leave," Error says without glitches. I nod softly, waving goodbye to Outer, then step through the portal.

UNDERSWAP

"So, what's the pro-?" I start, getting cut off by Error dragging me into the forest. Damn, he really doesn't want to be seen by anyone. I mean, I DID just order an army of Sanses and Papyruses against the guy.

"So... wassup??" I begin. Error rolls his eyelights. ""Wassup" is all you have to say?! You literally just- ugh-!" Error starts scratching at his wrists.

"Dude, stop-!" I try grabbing his hands, forgetting he has haphephobia. "DoN'T t0UC5 ME!!" he screams, scrambling away from me. At this rate, we're going to get spotted, and it won't end well.

"Error. Please stop harming yourself, seriously," I say, concerned. Wait. How am I concerned? Shouldn't the vials be wearing off by now...? Am I feeling another emotion?

He glares at me in the eyes. I shudder slightly, mildly confused. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry that I tried to touch your hands, can you please stop scratching??"

Error Sans stops scratching at his wrists, but keeps glaring.

I sigh. We're already getting off to a bad start. "Dude. I said I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I genuinely just wanted to help you," I say. His eyes soften slightly, and he stops glaring as intensely.

"You probably hate me for beating you. I understand. Don't force yourself to be friends with a freak, y'know?" I mumble. "Hey. You're not a freak, even if you have leukophobia and you're weird."

"It's just... I'm scared you'll hurt me again. I don't want to be better and then find out it's all fake."

I look at him, stunned. Wow. He thinks I'm lying to him.

Tears pinprick at the edges of my sockets. I understand. I wouldn't want to be around me either. I'm a screw up. A mistake. Someone who should've been erased.

I probably AM faking this. Faking emotions, thinking I'm getting my feelings back. I'm a terrible monster. I should've just died when I ripped my soul in two.

Suddenly, Error hugs me. "Ink, don't cry. I know it's difficult for you, especially since you've harmed me badly, but don't beat yourself up because of it. Seriously, dude."

I smile. Everything is going to be alright.

And then the world went white.

????'s PoV:

Huh? Why is everything... white? Where am I? Who am I?

What's my story?

And then I found them. Sketches. Vessels of beings that will never come to be.

That's why I ripped my soul in two. I was losing my sanity slowly. Nobody talked, nobody smiled,

NOBODY CARED.

When I left the AntiVoid (I named it that), I started creating. I became the Creator.

You already know who I am.

My name is Ink. And I'm not the good guy, here.

#undertale #undertale au #error sans #ink sans #errorink #erroink #fgod #forced god of destruction #fgod error #harrish6 #sans #sans undertale #abuse #attempted suicide #kyedrinkscola #wattpad writings #gitc #glitch in the code

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kale-is-a-bitch · 4 years

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Here’s most of my Sans-species ideas from NewCanvas7941 for y’all to use cuz it’s too much for me and i wanna see this shit go somewhere:

Before anything, here’s some geographic info:

CLUSTER is the Canvas’ capital. it is also labeled as the RED ZONE.

ASTER is a mix of forests and valleys that makes up the Magic Capital. Nicked as BLACK ZONE.

CALLISTO makes the coast area and goes around most of the map. Also called YELLOW ZONE.

COLOSSUS is a desertic area with tons of mountains. Known as BLUE ZONE.

ALMONTE is the far north. It’s the most dangerous place on the map, since prisons are held there. Also known as the WHITE ZONE.

----------------------------- so, SANS IDEAS-------------

Ceruleans

Mermaids, sirens, whatev ya wanna call em.

They are oddly nice, very curious of the world around them.

It’s not unheard of them marriying land-dwellers.

They all look kinda the same.

Can be found on the deep waters or the coast in Callisto.

Micahs

Fairies. (ignore the dude down there.)

These lil fuckers are pranksters.

Most of them live in the forests and zones around Aster.

Morally neutral. Their magic has no color, unlike normal monsters.

They love shiny things and might steal all your gold coins while you’re not looking.

Their clothes are made of flower petals n stuff.

Gods

Well shit, gods. (in pics: Morpheus, god of dreams, Phobetor, god of nightmares, and Aviv, spring god.)

Not that dificult to come across.

Each of them has an especific task, which is why there’s so damn many of them.

If you do something for them they might grant you a wish or something.

They’re e v e r y w h e r e .

Tribal peeps

Most of them are part of the original NC population.

They use animal skulls as masks, decorated on mineral stones and feathers.

Their weapons are sharp and covered in venom (kinda like the effect of Karmic Retribution)

Not really violent, in fact. They seem especially fond of Papyri.

Only attack if attacked first.

Might have kidnapped a HORROR-Pap who might now be their precious king... maybe.

Wizards n witches

Most of them are either non-magical peeps or just monsters that cannot form normal attacks.

Not that uncommon, but really sneaky.

Don’t fight the cranky ones or they might beat your ass into another dimention.

They have their own council on Aster, as well as a few especialized schools. (dark academia fans where u at-)

Baby on the pic is my dear Belladona from the Kingdom AU (which is basically now a really gay soap opera on NC about a queen and a witch that fall in love n stuff-)

Scarlet Unit Nurses

Not really a species, but an organization.

Made of FELL Sanses who want to help other FELL-folk or survivors from Genocide timelines.

They work for other multiversal organizations inside of NC and attend all kinds of verse-folk equally.

They often help on the adaptation program for agressive monsters.

A perfect excuse to do fluffy stuff.

Might make another part with diferent organizations inside of NC, idk.

REMINDER: NewCanvas7941 is an open AU made by me. If you like some of this stuff and wanna join in then hit me up :>

#NewCanvas7941 #nc stuff #might reblog later for good measure.#sans stuff #sans au #undertale au

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hoodie-lover · 4 years

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My Multiverse Ask Event! #4

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Error managed to get into the Creator Realm, he brought the gang with him and they were looking for Maxie and her friends. Though that implied the creators wouldn’t find them first, which they did.

“Hello, hello, hello!” Maxie said, wrapping her arms around Error as he glitched and screamed.

“LET ME GO!” He screamed, and Maxie let him go with a pout.

“So, as Kiki said, we will be inhibiting your quest! Trials and tribulations to test how much you have actually grown to see if you actually deserve to know. Also we’re bored and want to mess with you.” Maxie said, and Error facepalmed.

“So, what do you want us to do?” Nightmare said, growling.

“Please Nightmare, nowadays your bark is worse than your bite. Anyway, we have a few obstacle courses, some logic puzzles, some PTSD triggers.” Maxie said, smiling evilly.

“What…?” Cross said, and Maxie raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Maxie said, and Cross facepalmed.

“Oh, no no no, I have only written a story about forest rangers. I would never torture Error. I am usually the one hissing in the comments to punish anyone who does hurt Error, I wish the hissing thing was a joke. Nightmare would kill me if I hurt Error, right? Getting killed by my second favorite Sans for hurting my first favorite Sans is not on my list pal.”

“Well, it seems we have a good noodle. Truly a rare find.” Error said, and Cross snickered.

“One, I’m flattered that you like me. Second, I’m glad you fear me.” Nightmare said, looking around for the voice.

“You won’t see them, from here on out, you’re in a little playground my friends and I made. Good luck.” Maxie said, snicking.

“Oh dear, guys, watch out the voices are planning to get the askers to mess with your search. They wanna draw this out so take any hints we give with a grain of salt. I'd start by looking at what Error is ẁ̵̡̼e̷̪̿à̸̩r̴̜͗i̸̛̦̗n̶͕̄ǵ̶̲, not many Sans with both a j̷͕͕̈́͂a̸̹̓ċ̵̲k̵̳͈̓̆ȇ̵̟̎ṭ̶̯̈́ ̵̨̺͋a̵̜͝n̵̠͋d̸͙͝ ̷͖̇͊s̵̢̟̑c̷̦̜̐͠a̸̦̘͗̎r̶̪̣͛f̵̰̄̾.”

“I think you guys are being censored. And I think we know who.” Error said, glaring at Maxie as she whistled.

“So any other possible relationships in the making? come on my gloomy boys feed me gossip!”

“None over on our end. Though Swap!fell has a crush on Blue, and Red is territorial. We’re waiting for the brawl.” Killer said, chuckling at the thought.

“sanses and the one or two AU papyruses when you try to stop the human at the judgment hall why not stop at the soul room to get near god power”

“Doesn’t matter. They would still beat us. We would have six, and the human has beat the photoshop abomination.” Sans said, and the others nodded. They had come over for a quick hang out.

“Ok my little Horror, aka my third fav, how good a cook are you? Like we talkin Gordon Ramsey of skeletons or what? Also are you aware you are a cute little bean?”

“I love Gordan Ramsey! He’s awesome! He has no qualms about yelling at people for their awful crimes against food. And I am aware, trust me, I know how to use it.” Horror said, winking.

“May I hug all the dark sanses or would that cross a line? You all deserve all the love the megaverse can give you. I know what it feels like to be trapped, alone, and hurt in so many ways, I know what it is like to feel out of option and angry. You don't deserve that, despite everything you are all wonderful.”

“I’d love a hug!” Cross said and felt the hug, though no presence was seen.

“Can I have a hug?” Horror asked and was given a hug.

“I’m good.” Killer said, and everyone else nodded.

“Oh guys there are so many people who have written lyrics for your song megalovania. They can be quite good. I have only ever played the pacifist route myself and can't bring myself to watch an actual playthrough cause I can't watch my beloved monster friends get killed, but it is a catchy song. Have you guys seen any of them yet? Also I think you will like this fan song a lot https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtCBLvAw4ZY&t=71s”

“What the fuck?” Killer said, nearly everyone had the same reaction.

“I liked it.” Cross said, humming the tune.

“papyrus how does your special attack work like if the annoying dog didn't take it”

“It’s just a blaster. Though it would be much friendlier than Sans’.” Papyrus said with a shrug.

“Can I also hug Blueberry? He is my fourth favorite.”

“Absolutely! I love hugs!” Blue said and felt the hug as he smiled.

“You voices are weird.” Stretch said, lighting another cigarette.

“No more. That’s your third, I’ll burn the pack if you smoke another.” Blue said and Stretch groaned.

“flowey if you really think its fun watching human kill everyone why do you beg for mercy if you act like you dont care ps if u wanna murder human kill toriel first.”

“I don’t beg! I was just scared at first and knew I couldn’t break the script! And in case you didn’t hear, I have literally done everything.” Flowey said, rolling his eyes.

“to annoying dog sorry to papyrus in advance please follow papyrus all day while playing dogsong and steal all his bones ps im glad ink didn't murder you”

The annoying dog yipped, he was glad he wasn’t murdered too. He kicked his stumpy legs and wagged his tail as he flew off to Papyrus, who had a feeling of foreboding and anxiety.

“YOU STUPID CANINE!” Papyrus declared as he tried to run while missing his femur. The dog smiled as the song echoed through the Underground and the dog smiled an innocent smile.

“So here is a question to the Sans personality types, why do you lie to your brother about their food? You're not helping them, it would be far kinder to be honest and help them learn to be better. Someday they are likely to meet someone who will not let them down gently and will hurt them.”

“Implying we can. They either run out the door before we can talk or we have to try talking over them.” Sans said.

“Impossible in many AUs, plus, it’s actually good half the time.” Outer said, and Red nodded, glaring at Swapfell as he was ogling Blue from a distance.

“Dream, what is it like being with your brother again? How is your guys brotherly bond affected by well everything that happened?”

“It’s awesome. We have fun and prank some unsuspecting Sanses every now and then. As people seem to forget for the longest time, we were mistaken for fey. And we didn’t help those accusations.” Dream said, “Though we never hurt anyone. Just harmless things like a pie going missing or flowers vanishing into thin air.” Dream snickered, he was back in the Doodlesphere by this point and reviewing paperwork.

“Boys how do you feel about Uncle Dreamy?”

“Don’t.” Killer said.

“No.” Cross said, eyes blank as he shook his head, everyone else was silent as they shook their heads and cringed.

“frisk how is murdering everyone one fun after all i dont think you enjoy getting repeatedly killed plus since you reset so many times you know everything that happens underground besides there are more things to murder in surface ps you didnt answer if you got to the surface on genocide”

“I like to see the dust fall, them scream in pain, and beg for mercy. It’s cute. And yes, I can murder more things on the surface, but they don’t turn to dust or give the, for lack of a better term, high I need. And I don’t get to the surface, only if I spare everyone do I get there. And before you ask, in neutral runs I’m in a limbo state, have to RESET to leave.” Frisk said, smiling as their eyes glowed red.

“frisk what about napstablook or mad dummy you can't kill either”

“I can kill Glad Dummy, and Napstablook is worthless. I don’t wanna waste my time on them.” Frisk spat, growling as they left the ruins, stepping over Toirel’s dust.

“You know what is cute? all the baby bones art of you guys. Awww why is every baby sans just so huggable? Ok ok but really baby Error! just picture a tiny baby Error and tell me that shit is not cute.”

“They’re very cute.” Nightmare said.

“But they didn’t show us any.” Killer said and Nightmare froze.

“Oh.” Error said, and Nightmare turned into a puddle out of shame.

“And payback time, Nightmare, any stories about Dream?”

Springing back to life Nightmare donned a wicked and demonic grin. “Dream didn’t know what a bed was until he was 100. And it took three people to pry him off of it.” Nightmare said.

“That’s actually sad. How long did you sleep in a tree?” Cross asked and Nightmare whistled.

“Our whole lives before the apple incident. Up until then we only slept in a bed seven times each.” Nightmare said, and Cross gave him a teary hug.

“dust how come your a bad guy you were forced to kill everyone your not a bad person if someones a bad person its the human and chara”

“First of all, Chara is only a problem because of Frisk, so they aren’t as guilty as you think. Though they are not innocent. And no one wanted to befriend a killer, sure they like Red, but it’s the culture. And Ink played his cards right so I couldn’t make things worse for him, there’s a reason he didn’t stop Nightmare from helping me.” Dust said, “Same goes for everyone else.” He finished and everyone nodded.

“Hold on a sec, contacts? How do contacts work with eyelights? I don't understand...”

“Magic.” Error said, and Maxie snickered.

“So, let’s begin the challenges!” She said and they were separated and thrown into a version of Snowdin.

“Where are we?!” they cried out, looking around but Maxie laughed.

“Welcome to your first challenge! Can you handle the Star Sanses all by yourself? Only one of you has to win for all of you to proceed, and the battles will be scaled so you are evenly matched.” Maxie’s voice echoed through the area, but she was not seen.

“Maxie. What are you doing?” Jana asked, accompanied by Beatrice.

“Having a bit of fun. What are you doing?” Maxie said, smiling innocently.

“Are you seriously messing with them?” Jana said, shaking her head in disapproval.

“You didn’t raise any concern when Jack, Zack, and I were talking about our plan. So why are you looking at me like that?” Maxie said, and the two sighed.

“Because we want to help. But only to an extent.” Jana said, and Maxie was intrigued.

“To what extent I may ask?” Maxie wondered, smiling.

“If you trigger their PTSD or do anything relating to Ink, we’re out and we will tell them who Error was.” Beatrice said, and Maxie shrugged.

“Sure. It’s a deal.” She said, holding out her hand as Beatrice shook it.

“We’re still going to Jack’s for pizza right?” Maxie asked, changing the subject.

“Hell ya. I’m bringing garlic knots.” Beatrice said and Maxie's eyes lit up.

“Garlic knots!” She held her hands up in joy.

“Blue most of us saw that Christmas party webcomic already. We know you spiked the eggnog. Why do you always pretend to be so innocent? not that I have much room to talk on that front...”

“I have long admitted to spiking the eggnog at that party. And I haven’t spiked anything since. No one seems to believe me!” Blue said, grumbling as his eyes turned to small broken hearts as tears filled his eyes.

“Sure.” Stretch said, and Blue glared, some glitches popping up.

“to sci and alphys is it possible to turn flowey back into asriel.”

“Without 7 human souls, I don’t think we can. We’ve looked into it, just to see if it was possible. He may be ok with staying as Flowey, with the exception of the pacifist run, but others in his situation aren’t. So we looked at his code to see if it was hypothetically possible, and it isn’t.” Sci said, sipping coffee.

“Yeah, h-honestly, I was h-hoping that we could. I-I regret i-it so much. I-I wanted to see i-if I could help others. B-but this is i-irreversible.” Alphys said, ringing her hands.

“It broke Toriel and Asgore’s hearts. Though, they would respect Flowey’s wishes if he didn’t want to, he is still a person whose opinions should be listened to. Even if he is a jackass.” Sci said and Alphys nodded.

“sanses how do you guys stop genocide routes from starting since you said there were very few”

“We don’t. They just stop, and then they start up again. Like wet and dry seasons, only more sporadic.” Classic said.

“Some worlds, like mine, don’t have as many, the way the world works kinda discourages it.” Red said, and Swapfell nodded.

“frisk what was the strangest interaction you have had with someone in the underground”

“Gaster. He is so mysterious and strange. I wonder what his deal was, but I never can find out. I’ve met his followers and such, but I’ve never heard him speak, and I’m assuming the person I saw was Gaster!” Frisk said, they were somewhere in Snowdin forest, marking down words on their arm.

☝☜❄ 💧✌☠💧 ❄⚐ ❄✌☹😐 ✌👌⚐🕆❄ 💣🕆☹❄✋✞☜☼💧☜.

❄☟☼☜✌❄☜☠ 🏱✌🏱✡☼🕆💧.

“so what has been the most dangerous mission the dark sanses have been sent on”

“There was HorrorLustFell.” Nightmare said, “Unaware of what was going to happen, I had Cross deal with it.”

He was waiting for Maxie to start up her game, and he hoped his boys were doing well.

“HorrorLustFell.” Cross said, “I took a month-and-a-half break after that to recover.” Cross said, raiding Grillby’s and the shops for armor, supplies, and food.

Everyone gave similar responses.

“Who all is helping with the search? everyone or just the gang?”

“Just us. Everyone knows what we’re doing and they’re willing to help if we need it.” Error said, shrugging as he made himself a swing and began to swing.

“Okay here is one for the classic undertale gang, since they know about the resets and multiverse now. thoughts on this video? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8hGMFQPBDw”

“Sans, do you want to talk?” Papyrus asked, and Sans was gone.

“I knew he had problems, but if someone can deduce that? Wow.” Toriel said, holding her hand over her mouth.

“We have several therapists available.” Outer said, “The hard part is getting him to see one. And I know I’m a hypocrite.” Outer said, shrugging.

“You are correct, space Sans.” Papyrus said, “I just wish he could talk about it.” Papyrus said.

“I mostly wanna see what paps has to say about his brother hiding his mental health problems.”

“I knew he had issues, but I want him to talk to me, I know it’s hard to talk about your mental health problems, but it’s been five years. Though he has suffered far worse than any of us, if the Dark Sanses are anything.” Papyrus said.

“I’m going to stall Frisk, Toriel, you need to get out of here. Frisk will be getting here soon.” Papyrus said and everyone dashed out of the house.

“Have the sans ever had to have an intervention for any of the other sans, like Blueberries alcohol problem?”

“I have no problem first of all. And secondly, we have had to have interventions.” Blue said, “Black had a drug addiction a while back, and we are trying to get Papy to stop or reduce his smoking habits.” Blue said and Stretch sighed.

“At least I’m working on it.” Stretch said, and Blue nodded.

“oh i'm just teasing him, cause I love him.”

“Thank you!” Blue said, smiling.

“frisk has there ever been a timeline in which the annoying dog didn't take the legendary artifact and if it wasn't taken what does the artifact do”

“I have never gotten the artifact.” Frisk said, Papyrus and Sans coming into view.

“to error how much exp did ink get you?”

“Quite a bit. The number escapes me, but it was in the hundreds.” Error said, swinging.

“flowey at the end of the pacifist timeline you decide to give up the souls and break barrier once the barrier was broken you could have easily murdered more humans and get to be a goat again so why kill a few for their souls?”

“Timelines never last that long, and when I turn back, it leaves an impact on me that makes it hard to be a jerk for a while. Residual effects of being that whiny crybaby.” Flowey said, “And it wouldn’t change anything.” Flowey said, wilting a bit.

“Fresh, tell me about your furby collection? I miss mine. I had 3, they always said they were hungry last at night when I was falling asleep... it was kinda creepy.”

“I have a version of every Furby ever made. 3 is pathetic yo. Though they are demanding and creepy sometimes, I’ll give ya that brah.” Fresh said, looking around as snow fell around him.

“What are you guys doing to find Error's origin anyway?”

“We were going to ask the creators what they knew, since none of Killer, Dust, or Horror’s code could help us and Error’s code is a mess on account of him being a glitch, then we’d go from there, asking questions and making guesses based on what we knew.” Nightmare said, “For all we know Error could be from one of the many neutral timelines, and that wouldn’t pin anything down at all.” Nightmare said.

“Blue, how do you hide your glitches? That seems like a very hard thing to explain to people you don't want knowing about the multiverse.”

“Dream made a small illusion charm with Sci and Alt’s help that makes me look normal. It’s also pretty!” Blue said as he held up a golden charm in the shape of a blueberry, it was attached to a gold chain that was hidden by his battle body.

“Have the rest of the Sans seen Error in his glasses? I need to see them all squirm at how cute he is!”

“Only Blue and Classic have seen him in his glasses. Other than us of course.” Killer said, “I helped make the frames, and the way his eyes lit up when he could clearly see for the first time, it was the best feeling in the world. I remember taking care of Pap, it felt like that.” Killer said, and he smiled at the memory.

“How does Dream feel about being an uncle now? Is he a FUN Uncle?”

“I’m not really considered an uncle per say, but I do try to be fun. And it is fun to say that I am technically the Dark Sanses’ uncle, they have the funniest reactions.” Dream said, laughing.

“Error am I embarrassing you too much?”

“Yes.” Error said, still swinging.

(Tumblr, I need asks from you guys too.)

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Stars of the Multiverse (so far)

Thunder crackled in the distance, its lightening lighting up the valley below. The scene below was usually a peaceful one, but on this night the valley of the God’s Tree was filled with shouts of anger and rage. The last of the golden fruits was held by a small, skeletal, child, bearing a golden crown. Behind him, stood his brother, a twin, matching in appearance and wearing a golden crown, similar to his brother’s, his skull cracked from rocks hurled at him. “Dream” he said “please don’t protect me…… if you do you will only get hurt!”. “Never, Nightmare, I will never leave you to be killed. Just because you are the embodiment of all negative emotions, doesn’t mean that you are a bad person! You are still my brother, and I will protect you, even if I die trying!” Dream said over the shouting crowd. Earlier that day, the brothers had been fighting. In anger, Nightmare had decided to corrupt the golden fruit of hopes and dreams, turning them into fruits of darkness, and then, one by one, consumed them all. Now, the affects were beginning to set in. Thick, black liquid poured out of Nightmare, he could faintly hear his brother’s screams of horror as it engulfed him, corrupting his very soul. He laughed, a horrible, choking sound, as tentacles squirmed from deep within his back, and he began to transform. Dream watched in horror as the creature that was once his brother, decimated the humans before him. In a panic, he consumed the last of the golden fruits, hoping beyond hope, that he could save his brother. He failed. As the creature that was once Nightmare prepared the final blow, Dream held out the wand created from the now dead God’s Tree, and was sealed away inside a stone prison, a statue, that could not be destroyed.

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A castle, engulfed in darkness, looms in the distance. Not even the glowing crystals on the roof of the cavern can be seen in the mist. Two figures make their way towards the huge, abandoned city, that lays at the foot of the castle. “Ink? Are you sure that we are going the right way? I can’t see a thing!” the smaller figure says quietly, as though scared someone might be watching. “I think so……. Yea, see? Over there is the city gate! Let’s go Blue, if we don’t hurry, we might be found out by Nightmare.” the slightly larger figure calls out without fear. As they near the open gates, the fog begins to clear, revealing the figures to be skeletons. The smaller one wearing steel armor, rubber boots and rubber gloves with a light blue scarf. The slightly taller skeleton wearing a long brown scarf, a white undershirt that is just visible beneath a brown shirt, short, brown, pants, old boots that reach his ankles, a pair of fingerless gloves, and a dark blue strap across his chest, holding tubes of various colors of ink. A large paintbrush, the size of himself, is strapped to Ink’s back.

The ruins of the city stretched before the two skeletons, a seemingly endless maze of carved stone. This great city was known as “New Home” to the kingdom of monsters that once dwelled in the caverns, but now, not a soul lived within its halls. As Ink and Blueberry navigated the city, they could not help but feel as though something was off, and they soon learned that their feeling was right. It started as a low humming sound that increasingly got louder as they approached the castle, and the cause was a large, inter-dimensional portal linked to the ani-void. Ink recognized this place easily, as he himself had once been trapped in this infinite stretch of white nothingness and suffocating silence, driving him insane for a time. Despite still being terrified of the place beyond the portal, he pushed on past it, trying to keep calm.

Blueberry could sense something was off about Ink, but kept quiet, knowing what his friend had been through. They soon found the entrance to the castle, not that the huge front doors were hard to find or anything, but they were hard to get to. To reach the entrance, the two had to make their way through a nearly invisible maze, that shocked anyone and anything that touched its walls. Knowing what was likely to happen, having built something very similar once before, Blueberry led the way through the maze, reaching the end fairly quickly. As they walked past the entrance, the two friends checked for the magic aura of Nightmare, the ruler of this dead wasteland. Finding nothing, they hurried to the throne room.

Ink remembered it well, the day that this kingdom had fallen into ruin, he had been there, watching, and trying to stop it. The creature, Nightmare, had invaded this alternate universe, causing it to fall in a matter of hours, and for some reason, it had chosen to turn this once beautiful city into its new base of operations, causing the city to turn into the mass of corruption and darkness that it is now. Ink, having been here before, led Blueberry to the secret room behind the throne, reveling an old statue that looked like it had existed before the war between monsters and humans had ever even started. Ink reached far into his pockets, forgetting which one he had put it in, eventually finding what he was looking for. It was something called an ice needle, an old item that was said to be able to break any spell that had been cast on any living being. He pulled it from his pocket, reached out to prick the statue with it, and immediately jumped back as it began to glow.

Dream felt as if he had plunged face first into icy water. He saw two figures and, as his vision began to clear, he could make them out to be skeletons. As the two helped him up, he began to remember the events that had taken place. Once his mind began to clear, he realized that one of the skeletons was his good friend, Ink. “Ink!?” he said, clearly in shock that his old friend had survived. “Hey Dream! How ya doing?” Ink said, completely forgetting that Dream probably had thought that he had died years ago. “How are you-” he cut his own sentence short, as he noticed the other skeleton. “So…. who is that?” Dream asked, pointing at the shorter skeleton. “Oh, that’s Blueberry! Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.” Ink said, laughing. “Umm, hello. You can just call me Blue, it’s what everyone else calls me.” Blueberry said, holding out his hand. “Ok, Blue, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Dream.” Dream replied as he shook Blueberry’s hand.

Just as Ink was about to step back into the throne room, the magic aura of Nightmare flooded the area, alerting them to the fact that the creature had returned from wherever he had been. Thinking quickly, Ink opened up a portal to the Doodle Sphere, his own personal, self-made world that he had created after being freed from the anti-void.

Moments after stepping through the portal, a large, black, dragon-shaped skull greeted them, flinging black paint all over Ink and his friends. It was something known as a Gaster Blaster, something every Sans could summon in battle, though mostly used as weapons, sometimes the summoner would keep these things as pets, due mostly to the fact that they can sometimes have the personality of any random animal. While every Sans could summon their own unique blaster, Ink’s blasters were different. They were not made of bone, like a normal blaster, but instead they were made of hardened, black paint and shot out not colored lasers, but instead raw magic. This fact alone made Ink’s blasters special, and this one? This was his most powerful, and also the one that he kept summoned indefinitely, its name was Blasty.

The Doodle Sphere was incredible, huge fields of tall, glowing, light blue grass stretched before the three skeletons. Beyond that, were lush forests, massive lakes, oceans and seas that seemed to stretch on forever, large mountains, cliffs, canyons, ravines, and huge cave systems. The sky looked as if it had been stuck in a perpetual night, and among the stars where huge rivers of blues and greens of many different shades. The moon, however, was something even more beautiful. It was huge, and looked as though it was made of pure starlight. This breathtaking scene seemed to stretch on forever, almost as though the world had no end.

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Story of the Star Sanses!!! ⭐️

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I saw someone typo reblog to “rebog” and it made me think of your bog god sans reclaiming land… (also hi <3)

Forest God Skull, after a bunch of stupid humans burned down his sacred forest: if you like something, remember to rebog it

#llamagines #forest god sanses #forest god au #thank you bff this is perfect #your every thought is Gold

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We Have An Eternity- Part 1

(WARNING: This is a Dream/Ink ship based story. If you do not like that, or ships in general, I advise you to look away, and find something else to read!)

So here’s the deal. I recently found a fanfic I had begun to write about half a year ago and well, to put it bluntly, I liked it and didn’t want it to go to waste. Lately I’ve needed something to do for fun, so I figure actually finishing this story and posting it is an excellent thing to do!

That being said, DO NOT EXPECT THIS TO HAVE ANY CONSISTENT UPDATES. This is 100% for fun, is very experimental, and will still be taking a back seat to my projects such as Underplead. And remember guys, if you don’t like the ship, don’t read. It’s that simple.

Chapter One (You Are Here)

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

We Have An Eternity

Setting: Decades after the fallout between Ink and Dream Rating: Pg-13 Warnings This Chapter: Depressive Topics Pairings: Dream/Ink, Night/Cross (Sans) POV: 2nd Person Dream Characters Used This Chapter: Dream (by @jokublog), Ink (by @comyet) and Geno (by @loverofpiggies)

Part One: An Old Acquaintance

You feel a yawn begin to form as you arch your spine into a locked, curved shape as you hear your bones crack and rattle against one another. Sighing, you run your gloved hands along the smooth curve of your cheek. How long were you asleep? It felt like ages. Hopefully it wasn't as long, you note to yourself. The multiverse couldn't afford for it to be.

Your mouth feels dry, and an aching tension lingers in your vertebrae. Stifling a groan, you wince as the stiffness gives you a dull reminder of an unfriendly memory. You can recall feeling even more rigid, the time you spent turned to stone haunts your mind. Just the thought of such a sensation is enough to make you get to your feet in an attempt to shake the feeling.

However, it does not take long for your spirits to lift. Your relatively new outfit gives you a childlike sense of pride as you hear the sound of your boots hitting the chilled, packed dirt path beneath you, your cape making a soft, stirring noise as it blows behind you in the breeze. Pure joy fills you as you reflect upon the growth you've undergone over the past few centuries.

You aren't regularly one to self-reflect, but the feel of the crisp morning air and the bright, joyful sunlight gives you a sense of peace and awakening. It just feels nice to self-meditate, and you allow yourself to, knowing you won't have time to later. There are people to defend.

Oh right. You come to the realization that you are a guardian. A guardian that is needed to defend the multiverse from misery and despair. Sighing, you accept that your moment of relaxation has come to it's end. A sickening feeling comes to your gut, and you know something is not as it should be, as always. You allow yourself to focus on your aura, trying to find where the feeling is coming from. It is a nearby Aftertale universe giving off the strong sense of negativity. The strength of the feeling is weak enough to tell you that your brother is not there, but not taking action would only give the prince of negativity a chance to escalate things.

You had a good rest in the forest of Haventale's Mt.Ebott, but now it is time for you to go. Channeling your energy, you summon your staff, its sky blue handle absorbing the chill from the air and reflecting sunlight off of its smooth, shiny surface. The reflected light soon turns to shimmering, as the staff develops a curve and lengthens. The handle gains a golden grip, and vines to elegantly wrap around its now-auburn surface. You are no longer holding a staff, but an ethereal bow. Slinging it around your back, you quickly teleport to the universe in need.

The buckles on your outfit jingle as your boots make impact with the pitch black floor. Though you cannot see it, the floor is there, along with the rest of the pitch black room. Taking a moment to observe your surroundings, you become lost in thought. Nothing but pitch black, you think to yourself, I couldn't spend even a week here, no wonder Geno Sanses go insane trapped in this place. Only when you hear the cold, shrill chuckles of a distant voice are you shaken from thought, a chill making its way down your spine. As you look, you see a round, huddled figure in one corner, white with red splotches and, from what you can tell, rocking itself back and forth. The laughs come from it. They are not laughs of joy, but rather malice. A malice that you are all too painfully familiar with. That malice is why you are here.

Gingerly, you attempt to approach the figure, gently placing your feet down. While you walk, you hear the laughter turn into screeches, cries, and even begging. As you get close, the figure does not move. It is a Sans, as expected, and the light in his one good eye socket is trained on the tail of the scarf resting by his bloodied slippers. You touch his shoulder as he begins stop making any noise. Then, after a few moments, a croaked question escapes his mouth. You try desperately to understand, but the words are lost in his despaired, pained, and hushed tone. Politely, you ask him to repeat the question. After a burdened sigh, he tries again, slightly louder.

"Do you know what it's like?" he asks.

You know you could pretend to not understand. After all, he hadn't specified what feeling or scenario he referred to knowing the pain of. However, telling him you did not know what he meant would be a pathetic facade. You know what he feels, and in fact, you DO know how it stings from a first-hand experience. Oh, how you wish you could avoid the question, lie, anything to prevent the flood of emotion that would hit when recalling such pain. The pain of watching a loved one go through awful things, and being helpless to stop it.

On the other hand, you know avoiding the question won't help make this better. It commonly works more efficiently to open up, something you've learned from centuries of experience. You take a deep breath, swallowing the burning feeling in a throat that doesn't exist, pushing back tears and keeping a level head. When you are sure your voice won't shake, you finally begin to speak.

"I do," you begin, "and it hurts. I know. I can't pretend I'm going through this entrapment or isolation, but I do know how you feel." For a moment, you pause, noticing with a pang of sadness that the Sans has begun to cry. You fight to get the rest of the words out, anguish threatening to overtake you. You still manage. "You love your brother very much. I know that. I know it hurts to watch him die." Taking a moment to think of what you'll say next, you sit next to the depraved skeleton, his eye socket still transfixed on the dust-covered scarf. Gathering yourself, you continue to tell him of your past, your issues, and the overwhelming dreads you face every day, though the story is hard to force out, almost as if it's fighting to stay in your mouth. As you tell the Sans of your struggles, he begins to stop crying. First the tears slow, then reduce to only a few, then stop all together. All that is left in his eye socket is pure desolation. Still, he's not crying. It's a start. You, on the other hand, continue to fight to keep it together. Even once the story is over, it feels like a battle to stay focused, to stay clear-minded, and to not collapse. Then, dead silence. Neither of you make a sound, and for a moment you aren't sure whether that makes things better or worse. Before you can decide, the Sans looks up for the first time since you have arrived, the dim light of his eye socket now fixed on you. "Who are you?" he asks. You're used to the question, and can gauge exactly how to answer. Another skill you didn't perfect right away. Forcing a smile, you return his gaze and prepare to answer. Right before you state your name, however, you are interrupted by a voice. "Have you got this under control?" That voice. The familiarity. Hearing it causes you to gasp, and for a brief moment, you struggle to breathe. You don't look. You don't move. You would have been fine never hearing this voice again. It's not evil, but it's not good either. At least, not as good as you had once thought. Realizing that the first time had hurt enough, but this? God, please be my imagination, you think to yourself, please don't let it be him. Your thoughts are rapid, and you struggle to pull yourself together. After what feels like forever, you finally rotate your head slightly, stiffly, to confirm your worries. Standing there, you see exactly what you feared. A short, colorful skeleton wearing a long, brown scarf, a singular ink blotch on his right cheek, and one giant, iconic paintbrush. It's the monster you once called a friend, and he's staring right at you, discomfort filling his gaze. You've come, after years of avoidance, face to face with Ink once more. Your posture stiffens, each bone being straightened and tensed as you work to keep all feelings under control. But how can you? Of all the emotions you feel right now, anger, resent, disgust, even melancholy, one holds strong. Just one feeling sticks out above the rest. Heartache. Your chest feels heavy, and you begin to breathe unevenly. Oh god, why won't he leave already? Then you remember the Sans in desperate need, sitting right next to you. You cannot help him with this menace standing right there. It is time for you to be firm. Clenching your jaw, you force yourself to look at Ink. As your eye sockets meet, you almost lose your stern demeanor. Come on, Dream, you say to yourself, he's not what's important right now. Deal with this later, you have a person to help. With that, you are finally able to speak, even if not much. "Yes." you growl, the tone cold and unforgiving, just as intended. "I'm doing just fine, as a matter of fact. The last thing we need here is you." Did you see that correctly? There's no way, and yet you're so sure. It was brief, but evident. No, it had to be, you're certain you saw it. Ink showed a look of hurt. Unfortunately, the look more likely scathed you worse. After a moment, Ink sighed, looked away, then responded. "No need to be short," he muttered. "I was only making sure this situation was being defused properly." Properly? Was he implying that you couldn't do missions on your own? What right does he have to judge when he himself are willing to watch anything happen with no qualms? Last you checked, the only one truly helping the people of the AUs was you. Not Ink, nor anyone else as of late. What was he even doing here, didn't he know this was your job? Your peripheral vision reveals a bright yellow glow emanating from your cheekbones. Great. Now you're blushing with anger. You've had enough. "Just leave." you muster, a hint of outrage creeping into your voice. "We both know who the real defender is here. You have no intentions to help others, you've made that clear. Just go." Ink opens his mouth, about to argue, but for some unknown reason, stops. Instead, he heaves a sigh, casts one last regretful look at you, and reaches for his paintbrush. He hesitates, but you ignore his presence, and turn back to the victim in need. However, while you're expecting him to look forlorn, you are instead met with a wide-eyed smile, his gaze penetrating any comfort you had. It's unnerving, and you're cautious at the sight of it. Then, something resonates from deep within the skeleton. It's more laughing, only this time, the pain is gone. All you can hear is pure insanity. The chuckles first come quietly, then louder, then even louder. You resist the urge to block out the noise, or worse yet, leave. The loss of control is so evident, however. So painful. Reminds you of too much. It's a miracle you're able to hold your ground. Shrill laughter continues to get lost into the depths of the void as the Sans fights to get a hold of himself. Right as you are about to break, however, his voice becomes hoarse, and the giggles quiet into a hushed wheezing. This is your chance. You have to figure out how you can help. Voice shaking, you allow yourself to talk to the Sans. "If I m-may ask, what d-do you find so f-funny?" He goes silent at once, the smile on the skeleton drops into a blank look, as if it's the dumbest question in the world. As if you should know. It makes you squirm. "W-well? I-I'm only curious, i-is all." you clarify. Enthusiastically this time, he answers your question. "It's just.... we spend our whole lives thinkin' there's something greater out there. Some forces, good or evil, balancing our world, calling the shots, and bein' all powerful." He stops and casts an eager smirk at you. "I always thought that these forces were proof at a greater power, proof that I would never accomplish my plans of stopping time itself." He pauses, seeing your expression. "What? Yeah, even as determined as I was, I always had a feelin' I'd be stopped." Once again, he goes silent before bursting into more fits of barking laughter. You urge him to go on, to finish his thought, but you aren't so sure you want to hear the rest. Something about his tone deeply unsettles you, like a crow's caw during nightfall. You have to hear the rest though. It's your responsibility as a guardian. Taking a deep breath, he halts his laughter and gains a raspy, malicious tone to his voice. "But now that I've met these so called 'forces', I've found that they're as clueless and helpless and pathetic as ME." This makes you tense up, a ominous feeling lurking in the foreground of your mind. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ink freeze in his tracks, paintbrush posed to create an exit, but stopped in mid-air. The insane skeleton clearly has developed a sense of overconfidence, but for once, that's not a good thing. Not when the skeleton wants to end his own world. Despite fighting the urge, you are unable to stop yourself from taking two steps backward. The jingle of your boots alerts the Sans, however, and his eyelights return and become directed at you. You gulp, and prepare to make a retort to diffuse the situation. "W-well, um... Geno, is it?" The skeleton nods. "We aren't... helpless... there are just several of us. With any group of people comes arguments and disagreements, surely you know that!" As you finish your sentence, Ink nods in agreement, his paintbrush reattached to his back. Geno barked a loud laugh, before breaking into eerie chuckles. "Oh no, don't try to lie to me. I can see EXACTLY what's going on." He then winked. "You 'gods' don't have everything figured out. There is no plan. Everything that happens-" He gestures around himself. "this is ALL spontaneous to you! So if I fight back... you have no clue what I'll do." His grin becomes wider, stretching across his face in a look of pure madness. You sigh. He has a point, but then again, he isn't the only one who has had this train of thought before. "While that may be true, you aren't the only one." You cast him a look of warning. "We have had others say similar things, and I assure you, all of us are far from helpless! I don't advise fighting against us. Besides, we just want to help you! Most of us, anyway..." Geno, not uttering a response, stands up. His eye sockets are dark and hollow, his grin is unmoving, and his face is pointed to the floor a few inches in front of his feet. He summons a bone in his hand, and then looks up, his non-melted eye glowing. Then, he allows only a single sentence to escape him. "I don't care what you advise."

#We Have An Eternity #WHAE #Undertale #Fanfiction #Ink #Dream #Geno #Inktale #Aftertale #Dreamtale #Haventale #Drink #Dream x Ink #Chapter One #To those of you who thought this would start off with Drink fluff #hah nope #I dont roll like that

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SANSFAM part 17

Classic and Temmie by Toby Fox

Gaster Sans by @borurou

Reaper by @renrink

Mob by @undermafiaz

Horror by @sour-apple-studios

Dance by @teandstars

Cross by @jakei95

Nightmare and Dream by @dreamtale-au

SANESSS by @srpelo

Fell by ???

Lust by @nsfwshamecave-pb

Outer by @2mi127

Geno, Error, and Fresh by @loverofpiggies

Sci by ???

Ink by @comyet

Swap by @popcornpr1nce

Little by @mudkipful

We own nothing except Sansfam. Undertale belongs to Toby Fox, and all characters go to their rightful owners. We hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 17- IN SEARCH OF THE LAMB SAUCE

(A/N: If you’re new to the Sansfam series, then check out our masterpost, if you read them in order it’ll make much more sense)

Toby: *turns on TV*

All kids: *jump out from behind the couch* WE WANNA WATCH GORDON RAMSEY

Toby: JESUS GOD IN HELL, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THERE?

Swap: 5 hours

Toby: But why?

Dream: We were waiting for you to turn on the TV

Toby: Why didn’t you turn it on yourselves?

Horror: Mom banned us

Fell: Because apparently it’s “bad for us” if we watch ISIS hentai

Lust: I got exactly 16 boners from it

Toby: *squirts with spray bottle* No Lust, that's bad

Lust: Daddy quit making me wet

Error: *slaps the ho* SILENCE SLUT

Little: Can we watch Gordon Ramsey nowww?

Toby: Well if you’re banned, then no

Cross: Bu-

Toby: Nope, until Mom says you can use it again, you get no TV

Nightmare: Listen buddy, I did not crouch behind this sofa with 19 idiots for 5 fucking hours, to have my Gordon Ramsey privileges denied. So if you don’t let us watch TV, I will tell Mom you stole her crayons

CQ: *runs in* BITCH I HEARD THAT, YOU A DEAD FUCKER NOW

Nightmare: Shit *runs away*

Dream: Brother no! *runs after him*

Dream Team: *runs after Dream*

Everyone Else: *shrugs and follows them*

Everyone runs outside and grabs their getaway vehicles, desperate to escape CQ’s wrath

Dream Team: *gets on tricycles*

SANESSS: WEEOOO WEEOOO

G: *gets on a bike with a wagon attached to it*

Classic: *gets in the wagon like a lazy ass*

Error: *steals a car*

Everyone else: *gets in the stolen car*

CQ: Y’ALL BETTER BE BACK IN TIME FOR DINNER

Geno: ERROR SLOW THE FUCK DOWN HOLY SHIT

Error: YOU CAN’T STOP ME HO

Fresh: ARE YOU KIDDING? THIS IS WAY TOO SLOW BROSKI, WE GOTTA GO FASTER *grabs the steering wheel*

Car: *veers off into the spoopy woods, lots of screaming follows*

Swap: *gaspu* DREAM TEAM AFTER THEM

Dream Team: *throws tricycles in the woods and jumps in after*

G: Well fuck *purposely veers into the woods*

~10 WONDERFUL MINUTES LATER~

Classic: My arm huuuuuuuurts

G: Why?

Classic: Oh I don’t know, maybe its cuz someone threw me out of a wagon and into a fucking tree

G: Pfft, it was the tree’s fault for being there

Sci: You know this is a forest right?

G: TREES ARE MEANT FOR PAPER

Reaper: A TREE TRIED TO STEAL MY WAIFU

Geno: FUCK OFF, I AM NOT YOUR WAIFU

Reaper: That’s not what you were saying last night~

Geno: *puts his face in his hands and screams*

SANESSS: I AM LORAX AND I SPEAK FOR BEES

Dance: It’s trees not be-

SANESSS: BEEEEEEEES *has a small seizure*

Classic: My arm still hurts

Fell: At least you weren’t in the car *shivers*

Error: I didn’t hit that many pigeons

Mob: I lost count at 40

Error: Again, not that many

Little: Everybody shut up and wook over there!

Everyone: *looks and sees glowing light*

Mob: Maybe its money

Cross: WELL I WANT SOME MONEY, LET'S GO

Everyone: *runs to the glowing light*

Dream: WOAH IT'S EVEN BETTER THAN MONEY

SANESSS: LAMB SAUCEEEEE

Ink: THE LAMB SAUCE HAS BEEN LOCATED

Error: GRAB IT

Suddenly a level 666 Gordon Ramsey appears

Gordon Ramsey: What’re you doing in my swamp??!!

Cross: HIS POWER IS OVER 9,000

Horror: HE AIN’T NO MATCH FOR ME, SPELL ICUP NIGGA

Fresh: *throwing spaghetti on the ground*

Gordon Ramsey: WHY IS THERE SO MUCH SPAGHETTI IN YOUR POCKETS??

Swap: *kicks him in the face*

Outer: *grabs the lamb sauce* I GOT THE LAMB SAUCE

Dance: *throws Sci’s glasses on the ground* SCATTER

Everyone: *runs away in the same direction*

Sci: WAIT I CAN’T SEE

Fell: *goes back to grab his smol bf*

Outer: WHY DID WE ALL RUN IN THE SAME DIRECTION?

Dance: CUZ HE WOULD NEVER EXPECT THAT

Everyone: *gets in the stolen car*

Mob: Wait, who’s gonna drive?

Little: ME! *starts the car*

Everyone else: *panicking and screaming*

Reaper: Where’s SANESSS??

SANESSS: HEEEEYA *is strapped to the ceiling*

Little: *floors it*

Classic: You can’t even see the road!

Little: I BEWIEVE I CAN ACHIEVE

Gordon Ramsey: *steps into the road*

Lust: *sticks head out window* VROOM VROOM BITCH

Little: INCOMING *hits Gordon with da cer*

Sci: I’M BLINDED, WHAT’S GOING ON??

Fell: WE JUST KILLED GORDON RAMSEY

G: *eating the lamb sauce*

Swap: *slaps him* SHARING IS CARING

Ink: How fast are we- HOLY SHIT WE’RE GOING 100 MILES PER HOUR

Geno: WHY DID WE LET A FOUR YEAR OLD DRIVE??

SANESSS: WHEEEEEEEE

Ink: AND OHMYGOD WE JUST RAN OVER A STOP SIGN

Little: YOU CAN’T TEWW ME WHAT TO DO

Fresh: STOP SIGNS IS JUST THE GOVERNMENT TRYING TO HACK US

Horror: SHIT BOIS IT'S ALMOST 8:00, MOMS GONNA KILL US

Little: NOT ON MY WATCH *speeds up to 200 miles per hour*

Reaper: I CAN SEE THROUGH TIME

~2 Minutes Later~

Car: *crashes into the house*

CQ: *comes outside* WHAT IN FUCKS NAME DID YOU DO?? AND WHOSE CAR IS THAT??

Dream: Hi Mommy!

G: Can we have dinner now?

Toby: *comes outside* Wut in tarnation

Mob: Yeah, we don’t know whose car this is

Fell: Also, we found some lamb sauce, can we eat it?

Toby: *facepalms*

CQ: Weeeell, since you found some lamb sauce, I guess you can use the TV again

SANESSS: WHOOOOOOOUP!!!!!!6!!!!!!

CQ: Now imma go make some lamb sauce dinner

Lust: Hey guys, wanna go watch TV?

Nightmare: Let’s go fam

The Sanses spend the rest of the night watching Peppa Pig and eating lamb sauce

THE END!

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Hi! I absolutely love your work. I'm re-reading Aggre(g/v)ation for the millionth time and browsing through your posts and found the Forest Gods AU. I know they like kids, so how would they interact with kid!MC? Like she was raised on protective forest god stories and (generic villain) attacks her village and she seeks them out.

ooohhooh, I have to admit I’ve missed the Forest Gods. Why not pay them a visit? I bet they’ve missed you too~

For those late to the party, this is the gist of the Forest Gods. Big ancient beasts of eternity and life and death that operate on morals humans can’t comprehend.

Sans: Sans adores children. That much is already known. Any child stumbling into his forest will always be under his total protection... the mistreatment of children is one of the few things that genuienly arises rage in Sans, usually a very benign God. If a tiny kid Mc came running into his woods in terror, seeking shelter, anyone ballsy enough to follow her into the trees would never be seen again. Lost forever, cursed by the dark consuming ire he harbours for anyone who would dare attempt to hurt a baby.

... When she’s no longer being chased, he makes sure to approach her slowly. Gently. Using his warmest and most soothing voice, asking her name and what animals she likes... don’t be alarmed. my name’s sans. Concealing himself until the last possible moment, he knows she’s probably heard stories and he wants her to know he means no harm before she sees him in the flesh. He makes little pretty birds and butterflies fly close to her, flowers blooming around where she’ s stood, doing his best to distract her from what she just experienced and help her calm down.

He appears in a humanoid and friendly-looking form, once she’s soothed and giggling at his terrible jokes. He invites her to his home for something to eat... he’s got a nice, toasty spot on the sofa by the fireplace waiting for her. And a mug of hot chocolate if she feels like it. Somewhere to rest her head...

come on, now... let’s go home together. aren’t you feeling sleepy? shh... i know. it’s okay, i’m here.

Red: He drives away anyone chasing her with his characteristic hotheadedness, bulldozing them in his true form, tossing around any idiots he catches like ragdolls and setting bears on the ones who run.

He loves children and wants his own, but on an entirely instinctual level. No conscious thought has gone into it and he actually has some reservations about babies. However, despite his pause, he has something of a way with kids- he’s more easygoing than the other two Forest Gods and his affection for humans in general makes him much more knowledgeable and less intimidating. He feels less like an otherworldly God, and more like something you can touch and talk to... tangible, closer to the human world. He’s the only one of the three who wouldn’t scare a child in his true form- he might even let Mc hang off his horns to ‘fly’ and cheer up after that scary encounter.

His den, too, feels comforting to her. It’s full of human trinkets, after all. He bundles her up in a blanket and tells silly stories until she falls alseep in his arms.

Skull: Papa bear.

Her pursuers never see him coming. Literally; they can’t see, they made the error of following her deep into the fog-drenched bog, they can barely see their hands before their faces. She hears something giant moving around in the mud, she hears the panicked screams of the men who chased her as they’re dragged out of sight by a huge something, she hears them drowning and choking... she gets so frightened by the noises and what might be going on that she just curls in a tiny ball in her best attempt at hiding in the totally empty landscape of the black bog.

Unfortunately, he’s a pushy and fussy parent. As soon as he’s dealt with the threats he goes into ‘tend to my baby’ mode, moving over to her, huge snout bumping against her back gently... when she wont move, he picks her up with his mouth, carrying her like a crocodile ferying its children. No amount of kicking or screaming will make him let go. He takes her all the way back to his den, where she can be dry and warm... it’s only natural. His den is where his baby belongs.

A small child needing his care (and probably being frightened by his big bog monster body) would definitely be enough to make Skull attempt to use a more humanoid form, no matter how difficult/painful he finds the shapeshifting process. He needs to be something small enough to hold & comfort her- to pet her hair, pinch her cheeks, cradle her close.

He’s not that bad. Promise.

#llamagines #forest gods au #forest god sanses #red knows humans very well #hes seen enough human children in the villages to know a well-timed fart joke will cure any number of mental ailments

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