#guys i have Mettaton on the brain. again.

[4s-u-w1sh]

F/os who wear makeup constantly thinking about how good you would look with their lipstick color smudged on your mouth. Or maybe they would suggest to help you do your makeup, if you wear any, just to drag the pad of their finger across your lip, slightly dusted with pigment, and say that they smudged it by accident. Even if you know they wouldn't smudge your makeup, they are obviously using it as an excuse to be able to hold your face and stare into your eyes to see what eyeshadow color would match. But they'd definitely want to leave little lipstick marks all over your face. Maybe they'd even appreciate some in return

[floweyheadcanons]

Headcannon Time!!! So, Flowey is a jealous boy. He at first hated Martlet, Starlo, and Ceroba for taking Clover from him. He was able to tolerate them for a few hours at most after Clover's death, and about 5 years of just listening to them talk or talking to them for a few minutes. He learned how to play the harmonica for Clover to hear. Clover died 2 days before their birthday...Clover knew they weren't gonna be alive for their 10th birthday...Flowey doesn't do well with the day Clover died or their birthday. He saw how Clover was so calm with dying that he knew something was off, he never asked though and never will. He wants to live in bliss that Clover wasn't dying from the beginning or that Clover chose to die at the first place, because they came down here to save the human souls... Flowey secretly looks up to Sans. Flowey feels the need to give Clover a gift every single birthday for Clover, because they couldn't celebrate it together. Clover told him that he could care less about their birthday...he hates that Clover told him and he wants that thought to leave him alone. He had the most fun in years with Clover that day, it allowed him to feel emotions for the first time in many years...he never felt it again until he saw Clover. He was happy :)

And now the Gusty Gaggle. They were supposed to be named "The Gutsy Gaggle," but they all failed a spelling gutsy, so just went with Gusty. They have some members who join in sometimes, but it's mostly just Flowey, Clover, and Kanako. Clover is the leader, Flowey the brains, Kanako the one to get them out of trouble, when not causing it. They all have matching pins. They reside in the Ghosty South, even though Flowey can stay in Frisk's town, he just won't. They may or may not have thought of starting a band. They will take down Alphys when they see her, Flowey being the one doing most damage.

Now, some questions. Do you think that at the end of UTY, when it said "Someone called for help, you answered the call" that it was during the Asriel fight or Omega Flowey fight? I say that it first happened in Omega fight, but Frisk, under their breath asked for help to SAVE Azzy, so Clover came and saved him. Allowing Frisk to win. With is Flowey's favorite amalgamate? What's his favorite type of music? Will he kill Mettaton of Clover asked him to join them too? Has Clover allowed Flowey to play the harmonica? Does Flowey look up to anyone? What's Flowey favorite plant? Has he ever cared for other fallen humans? Has he and Dalv ever drew together? Does Papyrus know he's Asriel? Will he get therapy? What's his relationship with Axis? Does he pretend to be Dasiy? (Axis's wife, girlfriend, fiancé?) Will he care for Kanako after the barrier is open?

(HERE IS SOME MORE COOKIES FOR YOU FLOWEY!!!! ALSO SOME ICE CREAM AS WELL!!!! YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD!!!!! I GET YOU SOMETHING TO DRINK NEXT ASK!!! WHAT YOH LIKE?!?!? Also, I'm thinking of making a Gusty Gaggle ask blog and would like to use your photo as the pfp or background image, if that's fine with you. I GET MORE SWEETS FOR YOU SOON MY FLOWER FRIEND!!!! ENJOY!!!!)

oh my god the asks are slipping through my fingers... curse you artfight and general procrastination...

YEEAHHHH GET HER GUYS!!!! The Gutsy vs Gusty Gaggle is also a lil funny to me because for a bit I thought you misspelled Gutsy and almost called them the Gutsy Gaggle. Only kept it the Gusty Gaggle cause it also works oddly enough.

1. Do you think that at the end of UTY, when it said "Someone called for help, you answered the call" that it was during the Asriel fight or Omega Flowey fight?

I always assumed the 'You answered the call' was for the Omega Flowey fight. On the topic of who saved Asriel I always thought it was Chara because that made the most sense to me, since it would explain how they had those memories locked and loaded.

2. What is Flowey's favorite amalgamate?

Been a while since I played pacifist route but I think it'd probably be Endogeny since it is a giant dog. He'd probably play fetch with it to keep his throwing skills from declining just in case he needs to throw something really far one day. He also generally finds it entertaining to watch the dog run around.

3. What's his favorite type of music?

Undoubtedly breakcore, he'd go wild if you turned on breakcore.

4. Will he kill Mettaton if Clover asked him to join them too?

I don't think he'd kill Mettaton if he tried to join the Gusty Gaggle, merely decline because he isn't cowboy enough. But... If Mettaton were to hurt anyone in the group, Flowey would react more violently.

5. Has Clover allowed Flowey to play the harmonica?

Clover does allow Flowey to play the harmonica, it's just that sadly he's very bad at it. This can actually be repurposed into an attack funnily enough! He plays the harmonica in the most grating tone he can until you fess up to the murder.

6. Does Flowey look up to anyone?

Don't tell anyone but it's secretly Sans.

7. What's Flowey's favorite plant?

His favorite plant is an echo flower because they're just like him, they're just like him fr!!!!!

8. Has he ever cared for other fallen humans?

Excluding Chara, nope.

9. Have he and Dalv ever drawn together?

I think Flowey secretly draws things and tries to sneak them into Dalv's storybooks. He's trying to see how long he can do this before Dalv notices he did NOT draw those.

10. Does Papyrus know he's Asriel?

Most likely not, as Papyrus isn't close enough to Flowey for him to really want to tell him such an important thing. Maybe he hints every now and again that he wasn't always a flower, but he doesn't tell him that he was Asriel.

11. Will he get therapy?

Flowey is most definitely getting therapy, though I think it would take a while for him to actually trust said therapist and I think he'd have to switch around a bit.

12. Does he pretend to be Daisy?

For the funny, I think he does. He finds it hilarious that Axis fell in love with a pile of junk and even named it.

13. Will he care for Kanako after the barrier is open?

He says 'welcome to the secretly revived children club!!!' when Kanako gets up and agrees to hide her from her mother because he really, really, really hates Ceroba.

[carangel]

G-Give me an antiharem fic:

Where the reader was friends with the skelebro’s until the antagonist girl changed their perception of you.

But instead of lamenting over it you cut your losses and go off on your own, only asking that they call you when they want to talk again.

3 years pass.

The guys are still with that girl, toxic af but love makes you wear rose glasses, even if they’re cracking right about now.

And the rest of the aus are pulled there- I don’t care who’s the line up.

But one of them is really into this one singer.

Who is that singer??

Mother fukkin you

Most of your songs are based on your experiences. The places you’ve been, the people you met, heck- maybe even the food you’ve eaten.

You’ve made a name for yourself and I can’t say that I’m not jealous.

And lookit that you’re having a concert back in your hometown! So ofc that skele really wants to go and see it.

I imagine he either doesn’t say your name or you have a stage name but either way he dragged the rest of the graveyard + toxic antag with him.

Go all out, get good seats, vip tickets, meet and greet passes.

This skele really likes your music-

Insert shock for og Sans and Pap and ig the toxic antag when you walk out stage after the opening song- maybe from mettaton.

Cause you’re just that fukkin big.

And then, at the end of the concert you announce that you’re staying at hometown for some pet/orphan fundraiser that’s for 5 months.

Cause you’re just that good of a person.

BOOM

Stage set up- dooble shock for when they show up for the meet and greet and while you’re weary around toxic antag you are so SWEET with the rest of them.

One of them- maybe toxic antag offers for you to stay in their house “just like old times”

But you shut her down fast and polite-

MY BRAIN IN RUNNING I-

[mysteryman-17]

* B1RD-BR4IN 3000 - ATK 10 DEF 5 * One of the Conductor's greatest props ever. * Or so he says.

Time’s End is an AHIT/Undertale crossover AU of sorts, taking place in the aftermath of a timeline where you lose the final boss fight against Mustache Girl. You can find the write-up here! In addition, you can find the write-ups for the Neutral Endings and TimeWarp Route Requirements on Google Drive! The logo for Time's End was designed by @bittybattybunny. She's an incredible artist, be sure to check out their work here on Tumblr and over on Twitter!! This track was commissioned from my boi Wisteria Bird Studios. Be sure to check out his work too!

Motifs:

Battle of Award 42

Train Rush

original

You can listen to this track in high quality on the AU’s SoundCloud here, and in their separate "in-game" loops on Google Drive! The rest of the description is underneath the Read More.

The Conductor fills Mettaton's shoes in this world. He may be the sole greatest influencer in the bird entertainment now (thanks to him ousting Grooves during the initial "Time's End" fiasco) but… he's incredibly bored and agitated. There are no obstacles in his path to success, and only now does he realize how much he despises it -- though he'll be damned if he EVER admits to missing DJ Peck Neck for now at least. His kinder side -- although still faintly there -- has become a LOT harder for his crew to see over time, especially Thomas the Inventor, who receives the brunt of Conductor's unchecked cockiness and fury nowadays. Bow Kid's arrival in the Mafia Flows makes Conductor immediately pounce on the opportunity for something CLOSE to a rival in his life again. For the "dungeon" scene in this AU: the Conductor had a mech built from and disguised within the remnants of his first ever train (which derailed and was damaged beyond repair,) and after some reminiscing, he ambushes Bow Kid and SMASHES the old passenger car. The battle starts from here. …Unbeknownst to Conductor, Tom has his own ideas, so the mech has a lot of faults that Bow Kid is able to exploit.

Ye ik it's still not funni musriel his theme real but I was low-key getting a bit tired of putting so many "heavy" tracks one after another on the account. So here's the song that plays when you fight a scottish bird's mecha built from a goddamn steam train. This is yet another one of the ideas in this AU where I had no ideas initially, then wound up shitposting my way into coming up with something needlessly-but-also-majorly awesome. Except this one actually winds up tying a bit into the "arc" I settled on for this part of the story! (A large string of these sorts of ideas also happen to be in the "Hotland" portion of this AU, come to think of it. Sexy robot rectangles and weeaboo lizards overcomplicate things ig lmaooooooo) The track is very much inspired from Digga-Leg's Theme from Super Mario Galaxy 2; the Super Mario RPG flavor was all Kristian's idea, and he did a fantastic job on this piece. Was fantastic working with him, as always. Hope you guys enjoy! :) (P.S. uhhhh don't worry i have an idea for the "Oh! One True Love" replacement too, i just honestly don't give enough of a fuck to wait to finish that one before i post this one. out-of-order posting for the win baybeeeeeeeeee!) (P.P.S. ik i didn't post the updated track 71 here on tumblr after the soundcloud post last month, part of me honestly doesn't rly feel like it but i'll maybe see about doing it when i can force myself lmaooooooo)

[rysnscommand]

my pal @yellow-r-o-s-e just got to the elhokar part of Oathbringer. and then sent me this (transcript under the cut)

Sorry this is a comple te vibe shift im just Recovering. Havent finished processing and brain Coping. Anyway I had a dream that kaladin had to get an extra job and he was like “i think i will be a stripper. That has always been a dream of mine yippee hooray” and then it cut away to dalinar in the palace and he was on the phone which existed for some reason and he was like “hey kaladin youre the sexiest guy in the kingdom everyone is in love with you” and kal was like “thanks” and dalinar was like “but how will you use this for the army” and kal was like “ohoohoo i already Have. Im using my Skills to get people’s guars down and do spy work. Look at this sowrd i stole” and then despite having been on the phone a second earlier he was Next To Dalinar and handed him a shardblade and he was like “yeah some noblewoman was too busy flirting to notice me steal this bad boy away” and dalinar was like “wow thank you. Youve done the kingdom proud” and then he turned to shallon and was like “youre no longer the best tempress in the kingdom. Youre obsolete now. Youre fired.” And shallon started crying and then it switched to her inner monologue and she was like “i HAVE to seduce kaladin now. I HAVE to. Its a matter of pride” and kaladin started cackling and then . in my dream. I called you qnd i was like “hi what the fuck is happening” and you were like “yeah i didnt get that part either. Dont worry its not plot relevent. I just pretend it doesnt exist” and i was like “great i’ll do that too” and then i startwd reading the book again and kal was stealing horses in an attempt to increase his sexiness and then inwoke up

Im like why did i have a dream that kaladin was mettaton. My only theory is my brain was like “oh ace character” and grabbed in A Box for random traits

I need to read more and see the aftermath of the stabbing im just like. My heart still beating out of my chest im goong to pas sout

[hiro-doodlez]

watch me go cray in HD

i was just thinking about a silly LMK and Undertale crossover type thing, and i was stuck like "well.. mk is the main character so i guess it would make sense for him to be frisk???" but like,, then who would mei be?? maybe Chara?? then i realized.. THEY WOULD WORK SO MUCH BETTER AS ASRIEL AND CHARA. THE BESTIES.

And then i thought SWK as papy and Mac but then that would be weird.. considering that the biggest ship in this fandom.. BUT THE DYNAMIC FITS PERFECTLY UGHGGHH

BUT WAIT HOLD ON IMAGINE PIGSY AS TORIEL... ABHEWBHABHW AND,,, ASGORE IS.... TANG JAKLFJKLASJFKLAJFLK NOOOOO

but then who would be frisk?? WOULD FRISK BE REDSON NOW??

JLKFJAKLFJALK

okay wait this is fun i have more ideas

well we all know who spider queen has to be

WAIT HOLY FUCK

WITH MK BEING ASRIEL

MONKEY FORM COULD BE LIKE OMEGA FLOWEY?? OMGGGG

okay okay more ideas COME ON BRAIN

oh fuck but pigsy could also be grillby DAMNIT

but then who would tang be??? UGHAHHGHH

mk and redson as those 2 gay royal guards /j

(more screaming under the cut, 10/10)

okay but who would alphys be... theres no really "nerdy FUCK FUCK FUCK NOOOO PIGSY AND TANG AS ALPHYS AND UNDYNE BWAHHWAHHW

peng is jerry /j

mettaton is porty clone JDKLJFKD

OH NOOO SANDY WOULD MATCH UNDYNE TOO I HATE THIS

oh wait jin and yin as the gay guards that was easy

FUCK... TANG AS GERSON???

WHO WOULD NE ZHA BE??

oh wait nevermind Subodhi is gerson ezpz

WHOS TEMMIE??? oh my god would it be mo.

ACTUALLY WHAT EVEN ARE THE TEMMIES?? ARE THEY CATS??

okay personality wise no doubt in my mind ao lie would be ralsei BUT THIS IS UNDERTALE NOT DELTARUNE SMH

imagine if frisk went through the underground but frisk was redson and now the entire world is on fire

jade emporer as the annoying dog simply because their roles FJSLJFKALJ

"borkborkborkdid you ever once consider that you are a mere pawn in someone else's gameBORKBORKBORK"

I MEAN i guess bai he could be monster kid??? LIKE I MEAN HER CANON NAME IS LITERALLY LITTLE GIRL WHAT ELSE DID YOU WANT ME TO DO

OHHHH MAYBE UHHHHH FUCKIN NEZHA AS UNDYNE??? becaue like the guardian kinda.. BUT THEN WHO IS HE SHIPPED WITH??

also i think it would be so funny having like.. ink as mk, mei as either dream or blue, and redson as... red (Fell FJASLFJ)

WELL IF WE'RE DOING UTMV NOW THEN OBVIOUSLY PORTY MK IS FRESH LIKE COME ON THATS JUST THE SAME GUY

FUCK NOT AGAIN. MAC AND SWK AS DREAMTALE BROTHERS BUT GODDAMNIT THE SHIP I HATE THIS

shit who would error be then

the good thing about UTMV is there no canon ships so i can actually go off of personality WOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOO SWK AND MAC AS INK AND ERROR NO ITS PERFECT GODDAMNIT I GOTTA DRAW THAT IN THE MORNING REMIND ME PRETTY PLEASE

oh my god its almost 2. WHAT THE HELL

okay goodnight tumblr holy crap

[tcthecreatxr]

a theory that is made for fun :)

Have you ever thought that deltarune characters were not in UNDERVERSE also at the OMEGA TIMELINE?? yep, I will solve that no one asked to do it but I am doing it because I want to share what I have in my brain. guys! you know that big tower that X!Gaster turned on yeah...that the glitched lost monster said to Frisk that every single Au or timeline will uh so called "remember" the human's actions in past resets or loads...yeah...I think that deltarune did not get any affected that's why they're not in the OMEGA TIMELINE.

Really wacky right so you canon theorists out there will be like: but isn't underverse a non-canon series or it's only a series for Undertale Aus- NO! STOP look listen! Deltarune is a timeline of undertale! but without the war just like game theory said in his past theory, which means that it should have affected, right? Well, let’s go back to the void and see the theory I brought.

Toby said in his Twitter that: Undertale ad deltarune are NOT connected that kinda cuts to the chase that reason BUT I would say...NO! Because there are NO endings in CHAPTER 1, OR 2 well chapter two is a kinda different story but hey, no ending to SNOWGRAVE just Noelle's LV growing higher and kris being a freaking murderer but that does not make an ENDING that means, the tower should not have affected right…? Well depends on chapters 4 and 5 to come out who knows? There might be an ending for the chapters.

Its all about the ENDINGS that’s why everyone can remember Frisk’s actions, THAT’S WHY that everyone can remember because of the endings they can remember because of THE ENDS in the stories of undertale Aus. For example, if you did a genocide route and deleted the world because of chara then Sans will remember, right? Well if X!Gaster turned on the machine then when Frisk or you do a Pacifist oh ho-ho you will really have a bad time Frisk.

What I am saying its all the ending that is what counts that’s why it only matters about the endings…

part two:

Well, I was not finished yet with this theory yet, another reason why it didn’t affect because of X!Gaster did not target to deltarune in the first place. Now again, this theory is wacky again but listen again as well to see why it is.

When the tower activated all AU’s now know what Frisk or the Player had, heck, even under!player was not affected too and the glitched purple monsters that their souls were took from X!gaster or X!tale! Muffet to power X!tale! Mettaton they said that it will reach the whole AU’s and timelines well uh…then why is Deltarune not affected?

Because again it’s all about the ending…why would X!Gaster even bother to corrupt an Alternate Timeline that already is corrupted by the player same as for PLAYER in Under!Player. PLAYER already gave the memories of the past that Frisk came and saved, killed Asgore or kill everyone in that timeline that the PLAYER had given memories of Frisk or the other player.

The same for deltarune, the PLAYER is controlling kris FOREVER like for example Frisk laughs when sans do a whoopie cushion trick, but kris does not laugh at sans’ puns and does not have any sense of humor well maybe a little but not much as Frisk…

That’s why X!Gaster was not bothered to corrupt because for Under!player the player already gave the memory and saved everyone in a different way as well as Deltarune a player is already controlling ‘them’ (kris) and making chaos well even if X!Gaster wants to make that AT (Alternate timeline) in chaos its already is…

Remember the line ‘Susie: “your choices don’t matter…” because of this, actions don’t matter in this world which is another reason that X!Gaster was not bothered to terrify deltarune but HE MADE a HUGE mistake.

Because if he did, he would get a lot of human souls aka us…the players OUR world OUR dimension. Deltarune! Gaster or UT! Gaster has the soul to keep researching but with X!Gaster he will kick UT!Gasters ass and get the souls then make an even huge takeover with them heck, even the universes that are not even in Undertale like the sonic franchise, genshin impact, animal crossing, etc you NAME it! X!Gaster made a mistake that he never knew he could fulfill his dream but MORE further into the universes of games he would have had the whole world in his hands… of course, our good side will resist if he ever does that but HEY! Have you ever realized you were just another you from other multiverses, but my smart classmate says no its scientifically impossible.

(I wish mat (aka game theory of mat) had a Tumblr account geez…I would love to see him try to even find this dumb theory lol)   



[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

What would the UT characters think of an S/O with ADHD? Can I have headcanons about this?

Ah, ah. I really well know ADHD :')

Undertale Sans - Whenever you feel guilty for doing nothing, he's bringing you slowly to the sofa, then literally forced you to stay with him. You can work later. If you feel guilty, he's distracting you with awful jokes until you focus on something else. Working is good, but breaks are better.

Undertale Papyrus - You and him both. It's difficult to focus on one thing for both of you. So Papyrus had this idea of planning, where you placard post-it with your unfinished tasks to not forget them. You have a rule of three unfinished tasks at the time. You can't get a new one if you didn't finish an other one. Sometimes, you or Paps tries to cheat, but the other is here to scold the other. You're making a good duo.

Undertale Toriel - When you have troubles to sleep, she's acting like a mom. She sings, she reads you stories, she talks very longuely so you can tell her everything on your mind, she can makes you hot cacao and even massages you to help you relax a little. If it can helps, you can also hug her in your sleep so your arms feel like they're busy. (true story, I can't sleep if i'm not holding something, that's why I have really BIG plushies).

Undertale Asgore - He know how hard it is for you to keep traces of all you have to do in a day. So he built a huge weekly calendar in the living room where you can put all what you need to do in the week. He's also taking care of your agenda to help you organize your appointments. That's a lot more easy to deal with the organisation part now.

Undertale Undyne - Feeling too much energy in you ? GOOD. HER TOO. Undyne is very hyperactive, and she found out a very good way to exhaust herself : running, fighting, running again. She will make you works out the hell out of you, especially before going to sleep. You can't fight sleep if you're exhausted. Same for her. She is also very good if you have anxiety with people. She is socially akward, but she is very confident about it. You'll mimic her in no time.

Undertale Alphys - You're kinda comforting each other. Alphys is obsessed by perfection, you can't organize properly, so you kinda stabilize the other. You calm her down when she has anxiety, she helps you focus when you have trouble concentrating on something. You can let go of the pression during very long animes sessions. You are complimentary both with your flaws and your qualities.

Undertale Frisk - Frisk can't focus either. They're living with the time. They might not be a very good match since you are distracting each other all day long, which complicates everything you're doing everytime. You are both anxious around people too, so it can lead to very akward situations where the two of you have to talk to someone but you are both scared to start the conversation, so you're looking at the guy blankly for long minutes. At least, you understand each other pretty well.

Undertale Chara - Chara is actually a very good partner. They are patient, calm and just like with Frisk Underground, they can guide you and help you focus whenever you needs it. They are very organised, each thing must be at their place, so it's pretty natural to do so with you. They help you planning, they keep track of your progress at works, your appointments. You'll soon rely on them if you need everything. You're calling them jokingly your "second brain", since they literally know everything you are forgetting.

Undertale Mettaton - That's the worst possible thing that can happen to you. If you're Mettaton S/O, you're working on his shows. But, oh boy, shiny lights EVERYWHERE, loads of people EVERYWHERE, talking about A MILLION SUBJECTS. You can't focus because your surroundings are full of distractions sources. There's also a lot of things unpredictable, and it can makes you both overexcited or very anxious. Mettaton is too busy to notice, but at least Napstablook is a bit like you, so you can rely on each other.

Undertale Gaster - Oh well. It's a bit like with Frisk. Gaster is very disorganised. He's always doing a million thing at a time, just like you, and your house is basically a huge chaos where you need to dig through undred of papers to find the one you need. Gaster also has a lot of shiny machines. It's cool, but it's also very hypnotizing sometimes. Gaster also needs someone to help him have basic needs, but since you both have troubles to stop working, your life is instant noodles now. Thank god, Sans and Papyrus are here to do the planning part for you two and lunches, to force you to stop sometimes, even if it's complicated.

Undertale Grillby - Since you like to walk so much, he hired you to serve food at his bar. It's hard to focus and not forget which meal go on which table, but he's here to help you keep focus. He also makes sure to keep you entertain by making you do over tasks every 30 minutes so you don't have the feeling to be bored. Same at home. Grillby is very patient and observant, so you're in good hands, he's not giving up on you until you find the perfect appropriate lifestyle to feel happy. He's also a very good listener. You can talk hours with him, he always tries his best to help you find solutions, even if you ask him whether you should class your books by color or by heights.

Undertale Muffet - A bit like Sans, she forces you to take breaks, whether you want it or not. But your break times... Well, she literally forces you to stop moving by emprisonning you in a web for some times. You're not happy, but it's kinda working. Anyway, if you need interisting things to do, you'll never get bored with Muffet. She send you find very special things for her cookings that are difficult to find, so everyday is a new challenge. It's actually help you focus.

Undertale Burgerpants - That's not a very good match either. Burgerpants only wants calm and silence when he's coming home after a bad day. But seeing you so active is tiring him up, he can't follow you and it's pissing him off. He doesn't really have the nerves to take care of you, and the guy is not patient at all. It'll probably won't work between you two.

[taglegend]

Tag Fact #3 -  I’ve come to realize I’ve always been a fan artist more than I thought. so here is a timeline of influences that shaped my childhood to now. from nostalgic times, to sad changes, to great loss, to strange rises to fame and phases, to stepping stones and finally a laughing place. all the things that make up your favorite fan artist Tag.

1. Rayman (bumped into this in the year of 1999) was actually the first fandom (with crossovers) I bumped into when I was 9. although the internet wasn’t available at the time it was still fun to dwell in home amusements. I remember the storylines and the OC’s I made but they’re kind of embarrassing and it’s probably a good thing there was no internet. I’ve done fanart and comic crossovers of Rayman with Calvin and Hobbs and Nights Into Dreams, spinoffs of Sonic the Hedgehog OC’s, Yoshi with Pikachu, and the Pokemon/Digimon craze with OC’s and other Nintendo comic shorts. but the drawings and comics are long gone and disappeared in the garage in a backpack due to suspecting my sister’s dad accidentally throwing them away. years later towards the year 2018 (now 28), we decided to move to North Carolina and it was my chance to find them again. unfortunately the backpack was gone just like I suspected (my main stuff), but for some reason I found my Pokemon/Digimon fanart, a good batch of Super Mario drawings (vaguely remember doing these), my sister’s drawings and some other neighborhood kids’ drawings in a dirty box. I was partially happy I found something at least but it was the backpack I wanted the most. sometimes I regret not looking for the backpack (’cause I was too busy being a kid) but it’s alright, noone needs to see that shit anyway, ha ha. anyways, I recall being a fan of Rayman from 1999 ‘til 2002.

2. Sonic Adventure 2 Battle (bumped into this in the year of 2003) my second fandom I bumped into when I was 12 going on 13. at the time, my sister and I both liked the Sonic The Hedgehog Franchise based on the Battle remake and ended up making our own secret fanart club that consisted of only us two members. she liked Sonic (and that was her boyfriend, ha ha) and I liked Knuckles (and he was my boyfriend, ha ha) and we were crazy in love about Shadow’s backstory. we listened to the game’s soundtracks as we drew fanart and comics after school and man, those were good times. however, as we grew older towards the year of 2005, we ended up having separate rooms and I believe it played a part in disconnecting on the same interest. then one day, I asked her why she wasn’t into Sonic anymore and she replied, “Because I grew up.” I was sad after that and slowly observed that she was influenced by the emo culture and the new friends she’s made. I was the only member of our little club for a little longer...but eventually I moved on too. I still have some surviving fanart we did together but it doesn’t mean shit anymore since she turned out to be an abusive mother from the last I’ve heard of her. 

3. Gorillaz (bumped into this in the year of 2006). as the Sonic years were at its end, I first heard the song “Feel Good Inc” on Music Choice and seeing the first image of them as displayed on this post (except the fan-made background doesn’t count since I can’t find the original artwork). this was my third fandom and later had proper access to the internet to the website I still currently use called DeviantArt. at first I liked 2D but eventually fell for Murdoc and developed a spiritual connection towards the character as obviously seen in my old fanart and rare photos of my devotion shrines on Valentine’s Day and his birthday every year. for the longest time since being a permanent fan from 2006-2017 (11 1/2 years) I had no knowledge that it was a political propaganda band and other realizations I don’t want to talk about. I only followed them because it was a cartoon and not the bullshit behind the musical project. the world I’ve built and support for them for all those 11 1/2 years shattered the fuck out of me and I just wanted to be left alone to find myself again, somehow. activity stopped on all my profiles, the flow of fanart stopped since I now cringe from the fan service and felt I was used for my talent. I didn’t want to be reminded of it all so I took down all my Gorillaz fanart and archived them for old followers’ nostalgia but also in the hopes they’ll be forgotten in my timeline. I ceased to exist in the fandom for huge personal reasons but it’s best to not say why. I know for sure that the fandom wonders what happened but it’s none of their business. THE END.

4. Waluigi (although I knew he’s been around since 2000 during childhood, I took deep interest once I revisited the character again in the year of December 2013). as silly as this sounds, when I revisited him again, the character was so bizarre that I ended up staying up 3 nights and 3 days in a row just looking all over the internet on everything about him and the questionable “hush-hush” absence of a backstory. despite there being no backstory he slowly gained a cult following and in many ways it’s a good thing. however, since the early 2010′s tension has been building up between Nintendo and its fans about him starring in a main game but everyone hasn’t fully gotten it in their heads that it’s not gonna happen. as long as Nintendo is in control of that, the fandom will not win, I’m sorry to say. on the other hand, if it’s going to be this way, then that’s what fanart and comic projects are for. as for me, I am doing my very best to get my comic project “Waluigi Land” going. again, I apologize if it’s taking very long to get Chapter 2 going if you’ve been keeping track but aha moments need to develop before I start permanent drawing (since concepts, character design and storyline needed improvement badly). as of right now I am still a Waluigi fan and I will not quit on him.

5. Turbo from Wreck-It-Ralph (although it debuted in 2012, I watched the movie two years later into the year 2014). for some bizarro reason, I had an unhealthy obsession with this character to the point where I dressed up as him for Halloween 2014. only 2 fanarts of him and the Turbo Twins exist on my profiles, mainly because my mind was more focused on just ‘thinking about him’ or ‘being him’ rather than drawing physical drawings. luckily, this supposed alleged fandom didn’t last long a little after Halloween so I chalk it up as a very short phase. to this day I don’t know what has gotten over me about him. the only thing I can think of now is that I think it’s because the character had yellow eyes and teeth but I don’t know. now that I think of it, that little fucker was ugly as hell and I STILL don’t know what had gotten over me. one day, my brother mentioned what that was about, and I said to him, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

6. Undertale (although it debuted in 2015, I later took interest in it in 2016). It was all about Sans and Papyrus. I couldn’t get enough of the skeleton bros. eventually Toriel and Mettaton EX became my favorites but it took a long time to draw more of all 4 of them because I had other important things to do in my life plus I was still waiting for the next Gorillaz album to revive my imaginative juices (or so I thought). I really want to have this as one of my frequent fandoms but I just don’t have time for it anymore. it’s still in the back of my head to want to draw them but at this point I still have other better interests to be in. and besides, I’m lazy just like Sans.

7. Cuphead (June 28th, 2017 was the official day I called quits on the British-based band Gorillaz due to the bullshit behind it. since that date I was lost, had no inspiration to look forward to and no cartoon guy to make me smile...but lo and behold of the same year, I took an interest in playing the game Cuphead and man...that shit was a frightening exaggerated metaphor for being on that one drug (forgot the name though) and having sex at the same time but man that was the best fun I’ve had in years. I mean, it’s like, enemies are just so happy to murder you and that scared the shit outta me. and the facial exaggeration?....I think I should stop, ha ha. anyways, the Moldenhauers saved my ass from spiraling down, they have no clue. anyways, eventually I became a permanent fan of their work so to ease the hurt and erase my past from the G-fandom I had to re-wire my brain into a different cartoon category that’s a rather more American, so anything Toon related like Roger Rabbit, Felix the Cat or another favorite that’s a western-based cartoon makes me feel better, especially my new man .......King Dice <3 <3<3<3. however, there was something about this new fandom category I still didn’t quite understand until the date March 14th, 2020. I finally understood what it was but I feel I shouldn’t bring it up. anyways, Cuphead and anything western or rubber hose is my last stop in inspiration for the remaining years of my life. many say never say never but I believe I’ve found my laughing place and that’s all that matters.

[jellyfishin]

Needlefelt doll armature test

Hey guys, long time no post, at least on this blog. Been busy, but the ongoing pandemic has caused me to be stuck at home, and cabin fever has forced me to be creative. 

If you’ve been following me on my side blog @mtt-doll-photo​, you might have noted that, in December, I mentioned that poor Mettaton’s knees broke, and this put Mettaton into a bit of retirement from his modeling career. 

This actually wasn’t the first time the knees got busted. I had done some quick wire repairs when the first break occurred. But this isn’t a great solution for a needlefelt doll that gets a pretty significant amount of wire-bending abuse. 

So, this time around, instead of doing wire repairs, I wanted to find a more hardy solution, one that could better withstand constant bending. 

I kept wracking my brain for the past few months on what could work better than wire. But just a few days ago, I finally came up with an idea: BENDY STRAWS.

Specifically, the ones you find on most kiddie-sized juice packs. 

And they totally worked out! 

I don’t know if this bendy straw armature will work for everyone, but decided to share my process on how I did Mettaton’s knee replacement surgery. (I’m gonna warn right now that this post will go into a bit of doll body horror. You may want to properly brace yourself. Anyway, onward).

Replacing the knees...

I though replacing the knees would be a simple process:

chop the leg in half at the knee

remove broken wire in calf, round the end of the wire in the thigh

cut the long ends of the straws to appropriate size

ram one end of the straw into the thighs and the other end into the calf

sew legs back together at knee joint

It ends up the process became a bit more complicated.

Upon cutting the legs at the knee, I saw that there were no wires sticking out of the thighs, and I had a hard time feeling the thigh wire out. This had me wondering if the armature break was more severe than I thought.  So I cut along the thigh to see the damage. 

The wire in his thigh was mangled.

I could have straightened up the wire here, but wire has a tendency to become harden when it is bent and straightened several times. And that’s not good for this type of doll. 

In knowing that the hip was also a point of stress, I decided that a hip replacement surgery was also necessary.

Replacing the hip...

I gutted out the wire at the hips and rounded the end of the wire that made up the spine. I then grabbed two more straws, and rammed the short end of the straws up into the torso until the bendy part reached where the hip was. This gave an added bonus of giving Mettaton a bit of a stronger spine. 

I forgot to take a photo here, but essentially I cut the long end of the hip straw to a reasonable length and overlapped the thigh straws to connect them together. A ladder stitch was then used to reconnect the leg parts again, as well as sew up the thigh where I made the cut. 

After some quick felting patchwork, it’s leggy bending time!

An unusual observation to note: because the bendy part of the straw is now under slight compression, they sort of want to stretch out, resulting in Mettaton becoming a bit more taller. 

[proxylynn]

Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #24

Chapter 24: Drama

WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^

You know...I used to love darkness. It was the one element that felt the most kind to me. Now it's a different story. At this point I hate it. Nothing good comes when I'm in darkness anymore. If I'm not dreaming then I'm being used by a maniacal scientist as his personal experiment.

{What are you doing here?}

Or this crap happens.

"Seeing as I don't get a choice in these matters, I should be asking you that. So...Why am I here, Chara?"

{Go away.}

"Why so serious? You've been avoiding me like the plague."

{You've been listening to Gaster behind my back.}

I sigh.

"Are we really about to do this?"

{Do what?}

"A childish back and forth of 'how could you do this' b.s."

{I warned you not to trust him. And what do you do? You cut deals with him.}

"You've been rummaging in my head. Not very nice of you, bro."

{Don't call me bro. Family doesn't backstab family.}

"Heh...You've been dead so long you forget what humanity is like. And I didn't backstab anyone."

{Yes you did!}

"How? How does seeking aid from the best source of soul knowledge so I don't go kill-crazy backstab you or the family?"

{That's not the point! You didn't listen to me! Why doesn't anyone ever listen to me?!}

Where is this coming from?

"Dude, calm down. You're a kid. A dead kid. You should be used to no one listening."

The darkness rumbles with thunder. Energy swirls around like wind or unseen water. A form begins to take shape, distinctly that of a male child. The boy is pale-skinned, has bright pink cheeks, piercing red eyes, as well as light brown hair, and dressed in a red sweater with a black stripe across the middle, black pants, and brown boots. This is Chara...at least...Chara pre-death. And oddly he's intimidating.

{I am so sick and tired of people not listening to me.}

"*scoff* Join the club, kid. You really think I ended up here because others heard what I had to say? You can't expect me to ignore help because you tell me no. It's MY soul. MY problems. And I will deal with them MY way. Not anyone else's."

The energy gets stronger. It's starting to become visible as it clashes around him.

{Not again...I won't let it happen again...}

I don't like the looks of this. But what can I do about it? It's not like I have power here.

"Look, I'm sorry if I piss you off. I have an annoying tendency to do that. It's not intentional. I..."

{I won't let you kill Asriel again!}

Confusion seems to be my normal state of mind these days. Does he actually mean me? Is he having a moment like Sans and thinks I'm Frisk? Could he even be thinking of Gaster? Or is he calling out all the other past humans to fall before me? Either way, I'm not going to get through to him. The look in those eyes of his gives me the message loud and clear. Talking is pointless. Now I'm left to do the one move I've done all my life...brace for impact.

{Not again! NEVER AGAIN!}

As expected, his rage causes the energy to lash out at me and all I can do block. Damn things cut like knives. I can't tell if bleeding is possible here but it feels like it.

"*mutter* Geez...And I thought I had issues. *grunt* No one is out to kill Asriel! Calm down!"

He doesn't say a word. Yet the energy intensifies. Hitting harder. Pushing back. Pushing me away.

"*strained* Do you think this solves anything? That lashing out at me keeps him safe? Harming me only puts him in more danger!"

Again, he's not in a mood to listen. The energy is cutting away at me more. I won't be able to take it much longer at this rate.

"*snarl* Damn it, Chara! Don't be like Toriel and put your problems on me like it's my fault!"

For only a moment there's a break in his attack and I think that maybe...just maybe...maybe he sees that this isn't the right way of handling the situation. This hope is dashed when he suddenly rushes me and grabs my shirt. The look he has. So spiteful. It breaks my guard.

{If we're really family...You won't come back here again.}

He blasts me at point-blank range and everything flashes from black, red, and then white.

"*gasp and cough*"

God, I hate this shit. Each time I wake up I feel closer to dying. Like one day, I'll open my eyes but be unable to breathe or I won't wake up at all.

"Bad dream?"

...Or I'll wake up in an unknown place with lord only knows who.

"With the wack you took, a little nightmare is the best outcome you could've gotten. Though we still can't rule out brain damage quiet yet."

I can't see anything apart from the ceiling. A brace of some sort is restraining my head. I can feel bands on my wrists and ankles. And something else...something cold.

"Hmmm...Vitals look stable. Then again, it's been a long time since I've had to human hooked to this thing. Oh well."

Great. From bad to worse.

"Not a big talker, huh? Or are you just slow to take in what's going on?"

I am in no mood for this crap.

"In any case, the short version is you're now in Hotland. No one knows you're here. And if you ever want to go home, it's best that you cooperate."

The sigh that leaves me is one oozing with boredom. I'm numb to this. I've been here too long to care.

"You're taking this oddly well, human."

"I'm in no position to care. I'm restrained in a place I don't know. You already have points on me I can't bounce back from. So why not skip the spiel and be blunt. It'll be easier on us both."

There's a scribbling noise.

"Subject is reasonable yet bitchy after having woken up."

Okay...Now I have some clue.

"You're Alphys, right?"

By the sudden startle that shakes her, she wasn't expecting me to know.

"H-H-How do you...?"

"People talk. It's not like there are others down here that know what a human is and have done things to them before. Makes for a very select list of names."

She huffs through her nose.

"Perhaps you'll be of more interest than your predecessors after all. Aside from your soul that is."

She taps on something and it makes me snarl in discomfort. No wild guess needed that it's my soul.

"You're a first. I've never seen a human soul infused with magic before. Though it is funny how it can be afflicted with something so common to growing children and you are...clearly not one."

I try to not think about that stupid issue of soul puberty.

"Yeah, well...What can do? Stuff happens."

"Lucky for you...it's a condition that is easily fixed with some stabilizing magic. You might be able to feel it. It's rather cold. Much like everything else in this world."

So that's another mystery solved. I'm basically getting the equivalent to hormone balancers. The question...Why?

"Seems a little odd."

"How so?"

"No offense, but experience has taught me that no one does something for someone else down here without there being a reason. So spill it, doc. What reason could you have for treating my condition?"

There's a sigh and a loud click before the slab I'm on begins to move, slanting me to almost stand. Now I can see the room better, the machinery, the odd patch on my exposed purple soul, and her. A slightly corpulent reptile-monster that appears smaller than she is due to slouching. She has yellow skin/scales, wears spiral-shaped glasses, a red and black striped sweater with a matching black skirt, and topped off with a classic white lab coat with a few frayed ends.

"If you must know...He insisted on you being fully healed. I swear things would be more interesting if I didn't fix you. But no...he was going to annoy the piss out of me. And frankly, I'm not in the mood to tear him apart for scrap."

He? Oh...Him.

"Ah, I see. Mettaton is a crafty guy. Must be his inner ghost."

She gives me a questionable look.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I know his cousin and he told me."

She groans and adjusts her glasses with her middle finger.

"That information is not for the public to know. You'd be wise not to spread any rumors about it."

"*scoff* Please. If I haven't blabbed by now than I ain't blabbing ever. Besides...There's no point telling anyone anyway."

She scribbles on a pad.

"You'd be wise to keep that mentality."

I roll my eyes.

"So where is he? Dude went so far as to have his flunky give me my second bat to skull injury and drag me here, the least he could do is show himself before overly explaining some elaborate plan."

She stops writing to look at me.

"HE is getting himself and I quote 'ready to shine like the star he was born to be' end quote."

If ego was hot air that metal body of his would be floating like a parade balloon.

"But what you said makes me wonder. You've watched his shows before, haven't you?"

"Enough to notice predictable patterns. Sure, the first show is fresh. But then he repeats the same theme in every show the rest of the day. It's hard not to notice."

"Like he tries too hard and looks like a moron."

"I wouldn't say that. It's endearing that he tries when it comes to an idea he likes. Whether or not the audience likes that sort of thing is subjective. You can't please all the people all of the time. Only some people some times."

"Try none and ever. Ratings have been in the dumper. The only small increase to have happened was that time he tricked you into phoning in. Heh...I still can't believe that worked."

"I'm not heartless. I don't want to see anyone hurt or die if I can help it."

She goes back to scribbling.

"Subject is a bleeding heart idiot."

I struggle to shake my head.

"Not the first time I've heard that and it won't be the last. Yet you can't honestly tell yourself that there isn't at least one person you'd risk it all for."

She pauses. Her scribbling stops to tap the pad. But this is not a long pause before she resumes again.

"Side note...If the subject is this stupid, how has it lived this long and what does that mean for surface humans?"

I can't roll my eyes hard enough.

"So you'd do anything for that fire elemental, huh?"

This has my attention.

"It's one thing to associate with monsters. Most are ignorant of what a human is. Making it easy to blend in and not be killed. But to be romantic with a monster? And to have been so dumb as to do so in public no less? That's just begging for trouble."

My glare has her smirking.

"Be a real shame if something unfortunate were to happen to him."

"You do not want to go down this road. Not on those tires."

"You are in no position to stop me if I do."

"Trust me, doc. You don't want to make me angry. Bad things happen when I snap."

My seriousness is not taken seriously.

"I'll be sure to enjoy studying every moment of it."

I sneer daggers at her.

"Humans are such pathetic and pitiful creatures."

"And yet we won the war. Go figure."

That earns me a very nasty look.

"I think you need to learn your place, human."

"I'm strapped to a table. I think I know my place."

"Let's double-check that..."

She reaches into her pocket and suddenly I'm thrashing harshly as electricity is sent shooting into me. After the longest five seconds ever, it stops. I'm left panting through my teeth and smoking faintly.

"Seems your tolerance is stronger than expected. Still...that should be enough to remind you to behave. Right, human?"

I want to defy her. I know I can. But the situation is not favoring me. She holds the power and knows it.

"*huff* Whatever."

She smiles and heads for the doorway.

"This will be interesting. That much is sure."

The door closes behind her and I sigh. Is it wrong that I miss the days of Papyrus beating me? Fuck my life. Okay...Time to make a plan.

[Meanwhile: The Ruins]

Fear. Fear is laced on the wind. Paternal fear of a mother for her child. When Toriel's voice was met by silence alarms went off. When she found the doors open when last she had shut them panic sank in. Her child's belongings were left behind, including the flower called brother. And one look at the snow beyond the door only added to her worry. The pristine snow was a disheveled mess. Footprints. In every and all direction. The worst part is the snowfall beginning to fill in the indents.

Searching.

Screaming.

Scanning for any clues as to where her child was. Yet she was lost. Second-guessing which set of tracks were the human's and uncertain if the ones she first picked were indeed the right ones. Scrambling, she picked another set and stuck to it. Swerving and swiveling through trees like dogs along a pole line. These tracks seemed hopeful enough. Stretching further into the distance than previous sets. At the rate she was headed, she would find herself in town and the location of the child would then follow suit. Just a little more. Just a bit further and then the real path shall be clear.

Yet...Why were the trees still constant?

The environment the same?

Where was this going?

...

The bridge.

These tracks made her head back towards home. Never faltering as they beelined for the bottomless pit. No deviation. No hesitation. Just clear forward motion to death. Her heart stopped. Everything stopped. She just stood there. Staring into the abyss. Contemplating just how deep or where it led. Could the human...did she...was this her fate? No...NO! There...There had to be a way to check. The...Oh! The phone! If she was in that pit or not, the ringing of that simple phone will provide her with answers.

[RING...]

She held that object muffled in her paws. Listening to the wind and anything at all.

But there was nothing. Simply the sound of snow landing on the world.

This...gave her hope. Hope touched the monster's soul for the first time in ages. Yet this begged the real question...Where is she? Perhaps some aid to this situation will be necessary. Seems like a visit to the town is in order.

[A cold walk later]

The hour is late. No one is out and about. Except for one. One that has very limited options at her disposal. In all their talks and jokes, Toriel never learned what Sans's house looked like. With a nervous lump in her throat, she approaches the bar and trembles as she knocks on the door of the obviously closed establishment. As one would guess there is no response. So she continues to knock, pressing with her urgency. After about five minutes of the most polite pounding on a door ever, a faint light approaches.

"*grumble* We're closed. Can't you read the sign?"

She ignores the annoyance due to the situation.

"Please, I need your help."

There's a pause. The door clambers open enough to show part of Grillby's face.

"M-Mrs. Dreemurr?"

"Forgive my rudeness. But I must speak to you about Lynsie."

"I didn't mean for it to be so big! It's just a hickey! I didn't hurt her, I swear!"

His defensive words confuse her and this makes the panicked man of flame become shamefully aware.

"You didn't know about that...Did you?"

Her eyes squint in judgmental frustration.

"I did not."

A small snort of steam comes out of her snout. Grillby, feeling like shit is going to end badly, slams the door in fear. Her own fear, overwriting her motherly rage, has her pounding on the door.

"Open this door!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Please! My daughter is missing!"

"...What?"

He opens the door fully now, knowing well the former queen would not lie about such a thing.

"She's missing?"

"Yes. I can not find her. Only footprints from many bodies."

She is surprised by the real concern coming to Grillby's face. He is quick to go for his phone but she shakes her head.

"I have already tried. She does not respond."

"Hmmm...This is sounding like an abduction. Has there been any notice left for you? A note? A call?"

She mopes.

"No. Nothing. I was hoping you might have a clue. Was there anything odd you noticed on your way home?"

He shakes his head.

"Unfortunately, no."

Her heart sinks. Seeing this has Grillby goes into support mode.

"Don't lose hope. We don't have much left. You know her better than I. She's prone to getting into trouble. But you know what?"

"What?"

"I know someone that can help. Just...Let me bundle up. If you can imagine, the cold and I..."

"Understood."

Grillby shuts the door and Toriel waits outside.

[Elsewhere: the Ruins]

"Ugh...my head..."

A dazed and delirious Flowey stirs in the dark confines of a bag. Unzipping a pack from the inside is bad enough, but doing so with leaves for hands is fucking ridiculous. And while hungover to boot. After some time, mixed with muffled swearing, the great escape is complete! The flower is free! Yet...Something is amiss. The bag he was contained in was not in the bedroom as he would have expected and the doors leading outside are wide open. This isn't right. It is time to ditch the pot and sink his roots into the ground to do some stealthy investigating. Covert flower style.

[Meanwhile: in Snowdin]

"Are you certain we will not be bothering them at such a late hour?"

"Don't worry about that, Mrs. Dreemurr. It's part of their job to deal with stuff like this. Plus, you're the Queen and they are in charge of looking after her. If they don't want to go through hell, they'll help."

"I hope so."

Grillby guilds Toriel the out of place house on the edge of town. Of course, they lived in a place like this. Why she expected different she didn't know. The curtains were closed yet glowed with the light of activity still going on inside. Muffled chuckling could be heard behind the walls. She recognized it easily...Sans.

"Sounds like someone's having a good time."

"Is it normal for others to be up still at such an hour?"

"Depends."

"Depends?"

"You know. Reasons. Some can't get these kinds of moments during day hours. Others just can't fall asleep all that well. Him? I think his reason is therapeutic. Ending the day on a laugh to forget all the bad stuff. But that's just my guess."

She pouts as he knocks on the door. Sans's puns when behind the Ruins exit were always on the borderline of being sad, she never thought much of it other than guessing the outside was just terrible. Now, learning more and more, she couldn't dismiss it as easily as before. But such thoughts are broken with the movement of the curtain and door opening seconds later to show the confused skeleton.

"what happened?"

Even with no word said, Sans is smart enough to know that their being here means nothing good.

"She's gone."

Sans's sockets widen.

"...get inside."

Further goading wasn't needed and once inside the door was locked much to the former queen's concern.

"now what do ya mean she's gone?"

"Not getting Papyrus? You know how he gets."

Sans sighs.

"fine...hey, pap! get your ass down here!"

A loud thud bangs the inside of a door upstairs.

"*MUFFLED* I TOLD YOU NOT TO BUG ME!"

"the queen's here! the human's gone!"

Rampant scuffling rushes to a door that is flung wildly open.

"SHE'S WHAT?!"

Toriel fiddles with her fingers.

"My child is missing. I believe someone has taken her."

Now in serious guard mode, Papyrus joins the group.

"ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT SOMEONE HAD THE GALL TO COMIT SUCH A BRAZEN ACT IN MY TERRITORY?!"

"what clues do you have that she didn't just pull a stupid stunt like last time?"

She swallows dryly.

"There were tracks. Lots of them. All scattered about the snow that were not there before. It looked like some person or persons were trying to make it as difficult as possible to distinguish what track lead where."

Papyrus growls lowly.

"SANS, CONFIRM THIS AND SEARCH FOR ANYTHING SHE MIGHT HAVE OVERLOOKED."

Sans nods and teleports out.

"Overlooked? I searched those woods for what felt like ages. I overlooked nothing."

"DO NOT TAKE IT AS AN INSULT. IN SITUATIONS OF PANIC, IT IS EASY TO MISS DETAILS. I AM MERELY CHECKING FOR THE BEST RESULTS. AND, AS LAZY AS MY BROTHER IS, HE HAS SHARP EYES. IF SOMETHING IS AMISS, HE WILL FIND IT."

"Awww..."

Grillby smirks.

"You actually complimented him. Shame he wasn't here to hear it."

Papyrus folds his arms and glares at the elemental.

"AND YOU'RE HERE, WHY?"

Grillby copies his pose except his expression is that of cocky smugness.

"I think any monster worth their dust would be man enough to care about what's happened to their girlfriend. Don't you?"

Papyrus opens his mouth to say a condescending remark but then doesn't due to his mind registering what was just said and putting things together now that it's clear.

"YOU...YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE HAVING THE INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONSHIP WITH THE ENEMY!"

"If you want to put it that way, yes."

"YOU'RE SICK."

"And loving it. What's your point?"

A weird energy could be felt between them as if they had something to say yet weren't, and it was making Toriel feel rather uncomfortable. Though part of her was miffed at Grillby for being too blatant about being with her daughter while she is present.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING GOOD WILL COME FROM MAKING YOURSELF SO VULNERABLE."

Of all the things Papyrus could've said, no one saw that coming. Yet Grillby takes it well.

"I've been spurned before. If it happens again, it won't sting so much."

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT."

This had the flaming man sneer and bite his tongue, holding back words that weren't ready to be said at this moment. Papyrus turns his attention to Toriel and she flinches.

"I NEED YOU TO TELL ME EVERYTHING."

She nods.

"Understood."

[Elsewhere: Snowdin forest]

The old lady wasn't kidding. The path outside of the Ruins looked like the frenzy made on kids the last day of school. The only difference was these tracks were randomly deliberate. Whoever made these wanted them to be seen. Not a thing normal folk do around here unless goading others into a trap. Following them would be pointless. They likely only go where they wanted them to go and covered up the real tracks. Bastard smugglers. They know what they're doing. Though someone was a little sloppy. A few stray drops of blood dot the tread of a couple of tracks. Who told them about a human being down here?

[RING]

Must be Papyrus. Maybe Toriel shared something helpful.

"sup."

"WHAT HAVE YOU FOUND SO FAR?"

Guess she didn't say much.

"not a lot. but from what's here, it looks like the work of the body snatchers."

"IN SNOWDIN? ARE YOU POSITIVE?"

Why would he not be?

"it's like the reports undyne briefed us on. a group goes about making distractions and cleans up the evidence made by the single soul doing the dirty work."

As if life down here isn't hard enough.

"ANY LEADS?"

Sans looks back towards the Ruins.

"her boot tread doesn't go past the exit door all that much and i found a few stray drops of blood. my guess is they laid her ass out with a sneak attack then carried her off. such active numbers couldn't have just got here all at once or it would be too noticeable."

"YES, IT'S POSSIBLE THEY WENT THERE ONE AT A TIME THROUGHOUT THE DAY AND HID TILL THE TIME WAS RIGHT."

"bet it helped that this was our worse day."

"TRUE. THESE PRICKS ARE CLEVER."

Is it really clever to take advantage of a missing worker and one too distracted to pay attention?

"don't praise them just yet. i might have an idea of where they come from."

"REALLY?"

"yeah. some moron decided to wear mtt brand shoes. you know? the expensive ones that have his likeness on the bottom."

"HMMM...MTT BRAND ITEMS AREN'T COMMON OUTSIDE OF HOTLAND. THERE'S NOT A LOT OF JOBS IN THE OTHER ZONES TO MAKE GOLD FROM."

"yeah. so either someone saved up for ages or we're looking at scum from hotland."

"YOU DON'T SUPPOSE ALPHYS IS INVOLVED?"

"Then what are you doing with the human? Because, frankly, it should've been sent to my lab by now."

"wouldn't surprise me. bitch knows about the human. and i've had the feeling she's been behind most of the reported disappearances. but you know undyne would never question it. thirsty fish bitch."

"IF TRUE, THEN THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET VERY DIFFICULT."

"so...they told ya anything?"

"BOTH OF THEM REPORT NOTHING UNUSUAL LEADING UP TO THE HUMAN'S ABDUCTION. THOUGH THE QUEEN MENTIONED THE GIRL RECEIVING A PHONE CALL BEFORE SHE DISAPPEARED."

"a phone call?"

"THE QUEEN ALSO NOTES SHE HAS SEEN AN UNKNOWN NUMBER POP UP IN THE HUMAN'S PHONE. WOULD YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ABOUT THIS?"

"can't say i do. it's not like she told me about..."

"Hell, you used Mettaton for that tile puzzle. The guy's been obsessive ever since seeing her. He hasn't stopped talking about being so close to the human since he came back from Snowdin Forest."

"It was Mettaton! He traced my phone number from the other night."

"It's Mettaton. He called me again. And you know that he knows what I am."

"*soft* BUT DID I JUST HEAR THAT SOMEONE IS LAYING THEIR NASTY HANDS ON MY HUMAN?"

The realization hits Sans like a brick to the skull.

"...*whisper* oh shit."

A faint ringing can be heard.

"HOLD ON. SOMETHING'S HAPPENING."

The soft voice of Toriel answers a random call, possibly from the kidnappers. But her worried tone quickly turns to excited hope and the word child is heard.

"COME HOME, SANS. YOU'LL BE NEEDED FOR RECOVERY EXTRACTION."

"got it. be there in a sec."

He hangs up and sighs. This was worse than he figured if Mettaton was indeed the culprit. Damn machine was the reason for a RESET on what was a peaceful timeline. Well, at least there are some things he can count on when it came to the human. The girl was no damsel in distress. He just hoped nothing triggered her soul to turn black. He teleports back home completely unaware of the flower spying on him the entire time and intends to follow to find out more.

[HOTLAND LAB: around the same time]

Alphys has left me alone for a good long time now. Letting me assess my surroundings and bonds. They're tight. While one of my wrists is slightly loose. It's a trap. A ploy. She wants me to try. To make an escape attempt. I can do it. The issue is what happens when I do. Probability is not on my side. A scientist of unknown IQ has my on their turf and has who knows what in the line of traps lined up for prey that it has studied for years. Mines. Turrets. Lasers. Gas. Flamethrowers. Swinging blades. Spike pits. Razor wire. Possibility is limitless. Yet the possibilities only worsen if I remain here. I hate double edge swords. Damned if do and don't. Argh...Fuck my life.

"*wince*"

Yanking my wrist through the restraint brings back memories of the skeleton's shed. Seems like this is my role in life. Getting taken and escape. So annoying. At least that damn thing didn't dislocate. I need to keep quiet. Though it's kinda pointless. I'm more than likely being monitored in some way. Still, my odds are better if I adhere to being paranoid and ninja my ass through this place. Belt restraints are effective but old fashioned and flawed, easy to get out of if you have a free hand. I'm free in less than a minute and rips the patch off. Medical or not, I don't like my soul being out. It makes this already messed up thing even more messed up. If my paranoia and overthinking brain are on point, then the door is most likely unlocked. There's probably even a set path I'll be forced on too. Drive the cattle to the slaughter, or so they say.

A light touch on the door has it open to a dimly lit hall. Totally giving off horror movie vibes. The air has a faint stale scent, this area most likely hasn't been active in a long time. The darkness makes the hall look exceptionally long. But down it I must travel and travel I do. My steps echo like I'm walking in an empty school. Giving me unease. Like, at any second, someone or something will pop out. I haven't felt so skittish since my middle school days dodging campus security to cut class and leave the building. I'm too on edge. A slight humming isn't helping my equilibrium either. Did she set up some sort of audio mind scrambler? Am I overthinking shit? It's a 50/50% on either at this point. So I change tactics. I run. If something happens it'll at least happen quickly.

Yet...I don't seem to be going anywhere. I pass countless doors without turning a corner. I must be going deeper into insanity or something isn't normal about it. It's almost like it's...

"Son of a whore!"

I stop and grab onto the edge of a door frame. Only for the floor and walls to pull me in two directions.

"A möbius strip? No...A treadmill. Very sneaky either way. Almost didn't catch on if it weren't for that humming getting louder when I ran. Heh...Willing to bet the motor is basic and can't push past its standard limits. Which means..."

I start running backward, the hum grinding loudly as momentum builds before stopping and allowing the convener to drag me in the direction I was headed before.

"You can't correct the way it moves until it slows down to the bare minimum speed."

I ride the out of control road up to where a door, unlike the rest, becomes noticeable, this thing has a knob. Flinging it open and jumping out saves me from that dumb endless hall. One annoying trap beat. Who knows how many more to go. At least this area looks normal enough. It's open, much like a normal living space, but it's not that exactly. The interior is faint red. There are two floors, the ground floor is what looks like a workplace and the second floor is a more personal space. I'm on the second floor.

"The hell...?"

The door behind me shuts itself, sealing to blend with the wall and its knob covered by a decorative mask of an angry looking cat-girl. Everything up here seems out of place and clearly belongs in some oddball bedroom. Beside me are five fully stocked bookcases containing all sorts of things. Alphys's obsessions and hobbies, comics, anime figures, an ice cream machine, unopened letters, etc. litter her room. It's honestly very creepy. Especially the wall posters of that same angry cat-girl that have eyes that follow you. I bumpy slide down the escalator handrail, not trusting the walkway to not be a trap, and feel instant unease once my feet touch the tile floor. On the ground floor, there is a large screen that's probably been used to monitor me, a fridge with a supply of instant noodles, a messy desk with her computer surrounded by odd instruments, and a washroom. This place is creepy. Where's the exit?

*RUMBLE*

The building shakes faintly though the sound was rather loud.

*RUMBLE*

It feels like it's moving...closer?

*RUMBLE*

*RUMBLE*

*RUMBLE*

*RUMBLE*

"The hell is going on?"

The lights suddenly go out. All is very still. Till...something explodes and sends into what I guess is a wall.

"SURPRISE!"

The lights come back on and reveal Mettaton, who is now posing after bursting through a different wall.

"SUCH A FABULOUS AND RANDOM ENTRANCE. DON'T YOU THINK SO, DARLING? HUH...DARLING?"

I am less than happy shoving rubble off of me.

"Unnecessary and overly flashy. Yep...That's a Mettaton entrance alright."

"TOO MUCH?"

I dust myself off.

"Just a tad. Though, I'll give you points for it being memorable."

"BUT IF GIVEN THE CHANCE TO RATE IT?"

"Um...7 out of 10."

"HMMM...NOTE TO SELF, NEXT TIME ADD FIREWORKS AND LASERS."

Is it cute that he's trying to be cool?

"So...Is being whacked with a bat your way of saying I was taking too long to get here? Or is that how you treat all your fans?"

His screen flashes.

"OH! NO. THAT WAS MORE OF AN IMPROVISATION ON BURGERPANTS'S PART. I DO HOPE YOU CAN OVERLOOK MY POOR JUDGEMENT IN HIS COMPETENCE."

I rub my head.

"I'll give you a pass this time. Mainly because I'm thick-skulled. But no more headshots. It sucks being unconscious so often."

"FAIR ENOUGH, DEAR."

"Well, you got me here. Caused a little trouble maybe? So now what? What does a bot like you want from little ol' me?"

"OH, DARLING...WHERE TO BEGIN?"

He rolls over to me and my creep vibes are tingling. Especially when two of his four hands start posing my arms and the other two cup my face.

"AMAZING. I'M ACTUALLY IN THE PRESENCE OF A REAL LIVING HUMAN. I'VE HEARD STORIES AND SEEN FOOTAGE, BUT I NEVER THOUGHT I'D EVER GET...TO TOUCH...YOU."

What the...? Why is he saying that in such a captivating tone of voice? And why is it making feel like a dumb cliché girl? I thought Alphys fixed my soul's emotional sensitivity? I shake it off. Now's not the time for this.

"Getting a bit handsy don't you think?"

I usually save that joke when talking about Gaster, but this fits the situation too. His screen blanks for a moment at my playful voice, though I feel stupid on the inside, before flickering randomly and he lets me go.

"MY APOLOGIES. I LET MY EXCITEMENT GET THE BETTER OF ME. PLEASE...FORGIVE MY ILL BEHAVIOR."

It's so hard to get a read on him. His TV self and off-camera self are like night and day. I don't know if I can drop my guard around him just yet. This isn't normal. I'm out of my element and still dealing with lots of unknowns. Better to play safe than end up sorry...or dead. I sigh and clap my hands.

"Be kind, let's rewind."

A "?" appears on his screen while I offer my hand to him.

"Howdy, Mettaton. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Lynsie."

He's confused, that much is certain. Though it's short-lived as he swoons dramatically and falls into my arms. Dear lord! He's heavy! Must be the junk needed to work those four arms.

"MY GOODNESS. AFTER BEING TREATED SO RUDELY, YOU CHARM ME WITH A SIMPLE GREETING? OH, WHAT MARVELOUS CHEMISTRY! I KNEW YOU'D BE PERFECT FOR THIS."

I knew there was something sketchy. I drop him.

"Once again, I encounter the creature known as selfish d-bag. I'm going home."

Not sure where the exit is but I walk away from him anyway. He, of course, scrambles to get us and zips in front to block my path.

"NO, NO, NO, DARLING. YOU HAVE IT ALL WRONG. PLEASE DON'T BE SO HASTY TO LEAVE."

"Then to prevent my irritated departure you must answer me these questions three. Doing so truthfully will have you see me remaining here with thee. But...if deception is sensed, then you shall be cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril. But since it's under renovations, I'll resort to smacking you instead."

God, I'm a nerd. Like he, or anyone else down here, knows Monty Python and the Holy Grail. However, the idea of a game seems to excite him.

"A Q&A? OH, DARLING, DO ASK AWAY. MY ANSWERS WILL SURELY BE THE STUFF YOU LONG TO HEAR."

I hold up a finger.

"First question...What are your plans for me since you have me here?"

His top set of hands twiddles their fingers while the bottom hands move as one does when dramatically speaking creatively.

"MY PLANS? OH, NOTHING MUCH REALLY."

I cock my eyes.

"Mind telling me what exactly what that is?"

"DO YOU WANT THAT TO BE YOUR SECOND QUESTION?"

I sneer.

"No. But you're not doing this right."

"HOW SO?"

"While you technically answered the question, you did so in the laziest and non-informative way."

"VERY WELL. I SHALL BE MORE INFORMATIVE WITH MY NEXT ANSWER."

"Thank you."

A second finger is put out.

"Second question...Nothing weird happened while I was unconscious, right?"

"*GASP* DARLING! THAT IS VULGAR OF THE HIGHEST DEGREE! WHILE I SHALL ADMIT..."

His hands cup my face and hold my shoulders.

"SEEING SUCH A HAPLESS FLOWER LIKE YOURSELF BE BROUGHT HERE. HURT AND UNRESPONSIVE. A LESSER MONSTER WOULD BE TEMPTED TO DO ALL SORTS OF THINGS. FORBIN THINGS. ANYTHING WOULD BE ON THE TABLE. LIMITED ONLY BY IMAGINATION..."

His voice is different. Completely monotone. All too personal. A shiver trembles down my neck. He lets the hands drop from my face but not the shoulders.

"BUT I AM NOT LIKE THOSE WEAKLINGS. I KNOW BETTER THAN TO PLUCK A FLOWER BEFORE IT BLOSSOMS. AND OURS IS ONE THAT IS JUST STARTING TO BUD."

I hate so much right now.

"DARLING?"

"Too much info."

"WELL, YOU DID ASK FOR MORE."

"Then...*sigh*...Never mind."

"AND YOUR THIRD QUESTION?"

My third? Oh! Oh shit!

"Yeah, my third question...Did you or your goon bother to inform Toriel of this impromptu adventure/kidnapping in a way that won't result in property damage/loss of life?"

"WELL..."

Big red flag warning! Fuck being nice! serious time!

"Where's my phone?"

"HUH?"

"I know it's not on me. Do you think I can't tell if there's suddenly no weight in my baggy pockets? Now if you want to escape death at her hands or mine, please...Hand it over."

He throws his hands up.

"DARLING I DON'T..."

*Bang*

He is surprised by the sudden strike.

"Don't make me do that again. Now, please, give me my phone."

"I PROMISE, DARLING, I DON'T HAVE IT."

I want to hit him again, but my throbbing hand is screaming. Change of plans.

"Give me your phone."

"W-WHAT? WHY?"

"Don't make me break my hand in repeating myself."

He rumbles and a phone shoots out of a port on his side.

"YOU ARE SCARY WHEN SERIOUS. HERE."

"Thank you."

I reach for it and he pulls back.

"AH AH AH. FIRST, A LITTLE PROMISE. YOU CAN USE THIS, BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING FOR ME."

I growl in building annoyance.

"WELL? THE CLOCK IS TICKING."

I don't have time for this crap.

"...Fine."

He giggles and hands it to me. I scroll through his past calls. My number appears under some others all marked as SLAVE #...I guess he fits in down here more than I thought. Metal boss from hell. My phone could be with any of the goons so I thank my lucky stars that Toriel's number is burned into my head. Time to brace for impact.

[Snowdin: Skeleton House in present time]

Sans returns home in the kitchen, needing a drink to replenish his magic if he's to teleport any more tonight. He steps into the room to see the other three all trying to listen to the small phone at once. Guessing they are too focused to remember phones have an intercom function.

"Child where are you? Are you hurt?"

"A little sore, but otherwise okay."

Oh...never mind then. They're just being weird.

"As for the where I assume this is the Lab in Hotland. *muffled* There are no other labs in the Underground, right?"

"*faint* THAT'S CORRECT, DARLING."

The electronic voice is recognized by all except Toriel.

"Young one, who is that with you?"

"Would you believe a robotic TV star?"

"*faint* OH, DARLING, YOU FLATTER ME."

"Make that a robotic TV star with an ego bigger than Papyrus's."

"FUCK YOU, HUMAN."

Papyrus interrupts.

"Oh wow. I expected this but had my doubts Nanny would actually do it. Who else is there?"

"You had us worried, pussycat."

There's a pause.

"Don't tell me you thought he took me?"

Toriel laughs nervously.

"*groan* Mom..."

"ENOUGH WITH THE CHIT CHAT. ARE YOU ABLE TO LEAVE ON YOUR OWN OR NOT?"

"Hmmm...As far as I know, I'm able to go. But I have to do something for Mettaton first."

"Why?"

"I had to promise to do a favor to use his phone. Mine might be in the hands of some goon."

"What is it you have to do?"

"That's a good question. *muffled* Yo, what's this thing I have to do?"

"*faint* NOTHING TOO DIFFICULT. I JUST NEED YOU TO BE YOURSELF FOR THE NEXT...OH...LET'S SAY TWO HOURS."

"*muffled* What?"

"*faint* I THINK IT WOULD BE EASIER TO UNDERSTAND IF YOU TELL YOUR FRIENDS TO TURN ON THE TELEVISION."

The mood shifts ominously.

"*muffled* You can't mean what I think you mean."

"*faint* GO ON. TELL THEM."

"Uh...Turn on the TV?"

Sans grabbed the remote before the other could scramble and with a heavy feeling in his soul hits the on the button. The screen comes alive to a timer counting down. The caption above reading "Live Once In a Lifetime Event Special". The timer has less than five minutes remaining. Panic strikes. Papyrus steals the phone.

"GET OUT OF THERE, HUMAN!"

"Okay, ow, my ears are bleeding."

Grillby snatches the phone.

"Lynsie, you need to get out of there. You're being set up to appear on TV."

The next sound the group hears is the phone clattering to the floor and sprinting feet hitting tile flooring. Other sounds can be heard. Mechanical and aggressive sounds. Then...the line goes dead.

"SANS, GO GET..."

"i can't."

"What? Why not?"

"all she said was she's at the lab. do you know how big that place is? i need to know exactly where or i'm just wasting magic."

"But, Sans, you promised me you would..."

"i know tori, i ain't forgetting it. i don't want her exposed to the underground either. trust me on that. but i can't just poof to a secured building. alphys is probably expecting interference. and trust me, it's not a good thing to just pop in with no quick plan to get out."

Suddenly the TV begins beeping. The timer clocking down the remaining ten seconds. And all they could do was watch and wait. At the timer's end, the screen darkens to black before a flashy title screen appears while glam-rock plays. The image then cuts to live footage in a weird game show looking room and then...

"GREETINGS ALL YOU BITCHES AND BASTARDS. WELCOME TO A VERY SPECIAL EVENING OF ENTERTAINMENT. TO START THINGS OFF...A QUIZ SHOW!"

Mettaton flamboyantly parades around.

"BUT WAIT. WHAT MAKES THIS SPECIAL THAT IT WARRANTS LIVE BROADCASTING? WELL, YOU INGRATES, IT'S BECAUSE WE HAVE A GUEST THAT'S GOING TO BE WORTH WATCHING. ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE OUR LEADING LADY...THE ONE THE ONLY..."

The camera jumps to a stand where a spotlight illuminates onto the bound and gagged human. Arms restrained behind her back and ankles cuffed to the floor.

"THE HUMAN!"

Her glare is full of rage and the beastly noises escaping the gag as she trashes in the binds make her look as dangerous as the humans of old.

"THAT'S RIGHT, A REAL LIVING HUMAN. YOU MIGHT BE QUESTIONING THE AUTHENTICITY OF THIS CLAIM. YET I ASSURE YOU, SHE IS THE REAL DEAL."

One of his hands stretches out towards her. She recoils from the grasping appendage but she can't move from the metal hand that proceeds to taser at the chest. The pain makes her screech and her light blue soul briefly emerges. Upon seeing the heart, Mettaton stops the attack.

"AS YOU CAN SEE, HER SOUL IS CLEARLY THAT OF A HUMAN'S. SHE IS 100% HUMAN AND NOT CGI OR SOMEONE IN CUSTOM. FOR NOT EVEN THE GREATEST ACTOR OR SPECIAL EFFECTS CAN MAKE A HUMAN SOUL. AND DEFINITELY NOT ONE SO LOVELY."

The assaulting hand tease touches where the soul came from and the human cringes. Though she's not the only one. Toriel is appalled and Grillby is fuming.

"OH BOY! I CAN ALREADY TELL IT'S GONNA BE A GREAT SHOW! EVERYONE GIVE A BIG HAND FOR OUR WONDERFUL CONTESTANT!"

All four of his hands clap as he moves over to podium across from her.

"I TAKE IT YOU'VE NEVER PLAYED BEFORE, GORGEOUS?"

She huffs loudly through her nose.

"NO PROBLEM! IT'S SIMPLE! THERE'S ONLY ONE RULE. ANSWER CORRECTLY...OR YOU DIE!"

Mettaton laughs evilly yet the human rolls her eyes. The others look to Sans again.

"don't look at me. i have no clue where that room is."

Their attention goes back to the screen as the Fair Fight Field actives as if they were in battle.

[METAL CRUSHER begins to play in the background.]

[Mettaton attacks!]

"YOUR MOVE, DARLING. YOU GET ONE FREE TURN BEFORE WE START."

The girl weighs her limited options.

[FIGHT]

[ACT]

[̴͝SP͜͞E͡L̵͜L͟͠͏]͘͢

[ITEM]

[MERCY]

Her confusion is warranted. An unknown option could lead to bad things.

[ACT selected.]

[New options available.]

[CHECK]

[CRY]

She huffs and makes a choice.

[CHECK selected.]

[Mettaton – HP: 9999 ATK: 300 DEF: 999 – His metal body renders him invulnerable to attack.]

Her eyes nearly bug out of her head.

"NOT A BAD FIRST MOVE, DEAR. IT'S NEVER BAD TO CHECK ME OUT."

A screen mounted behind him blinks on.

"LET'S START WITH AN EASY ONE!"

A question appears on the screen.

[What's the prize for answering correctly?]

A) Money

B) Death

C) Freedom

D) More questions

Four buttons pop up on her stand.

"CHOOSE CORRECTLY OR BE MET WITH TERRIBLE PAIN."

The look she has is one filled with hate. Yet she complies and presses the D button with her chin. A pleasant fanfare goes off.

"RIGHT! SOUNDS LIKE YOU GET IT! HERE'S YOUR TERRIFIC PRIZE!"

Her turn is skipped due and the screen puts up another question.

"What sort of crap is this?"

Grillby interjects.

"Her turn was skipped. How is that even possible?"

Toriel ponders.

"leave it to that quack to figure out a way to break the rules."

Sans says between drinks.

[What's the king's full name?]

A) Lord Deathbeard

B) Killer Killington

C) Asgore Dreemurr

D) Krampus

The human quickly presses the C button and the fanfare goes off again.

"CORRECT! WHAT A TERRIFIC ANSWER! ARE YOU SURE YOU'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE?"

She nods.

"ENOUGH ABOUT YOU. LET'S TALK ABOUT ME!"

She groans as the screen brings up another question.

[What are robots made of?]

A) Hopes&Dreams

B) Metal&Magic

C) Blood&Guts

D) Hate&Spite

She pops her neck and presses the B button. Once more the fanfare plays. This time Mettaton gets some attitude.

"TOO EASY FOR YOU, HUH?"

She shrugs.

"WELL THEN...HERE'S ANOTHER EASY ONE FOR YOU "

[Two trains, Train A, and Train B, simultaneously depart Station A and Station B. Station A, and Station B are 252.5 miles apart from each other. Train A is moving at 124.7mph towards Station B, and Train B is moving at 253.5mph towards Station A. If both trains departed at 10:00 AM and it is now 10:08, how much longer until both trains pass each other?]

A) 31.054 minutes

B) 16.232 minutes

C) 32.049 minutes

D) 32.058 minutes

She's hesitant now. Her eyes hold uncertainty.

"Oh no..."

Toriel mutters.

"We have yet to go over such math lessons."

"THEN SHE BETTER BE A GOOD GUESSER."

The human's eyes dart from button to button. She has no clue. She picks one at random...A. A buzzer goes off.

"WRONG! WRONG! WROOOOOOOONG!"

Mettaton points at her and fires a laser blast into her left shoulder. If it weren't for the gag her cries would be excruciating.

[HP ██████████████████████████ 26/36]

She pants, biting the gag to brace some of the pain.

Toriel is understandably horrified and Grillby is worried. Though Sans and Papyrus are impressed.

"SHE'S GOTTEN TOUGHER."

"the is no pushover. the tin can is gonna learn that the hard way."

"SORRY, DARLING. BUT THE CORRECT ANSWER WAS D. MAYBE YOU'LL HAVE BETTER LUCK WITH THE NEXT QUESTION. THEN AGAIN...DON'T 'COUNT' ON YOUR VICTORY."

The next question pops up.

[How many eyes are in this jar?]

An image appears for a split second.

A) 54

B) 53

C) 55

D) 52

Not given much time to study the image, she once more has to guess.

"What kind of game is this? She is not being given a fair play."

Toriel complains.

"ACTUALLY, AS WRONG AS IT LOOKS, HE IS FOLLOWING THE LAW."

Papyrus corrects.

"You must be joking."

"he's not. one of the laws enforced after you left the king was to stop humans at all costs while giving them some form of a chance. the tin can is giving her multiple choices and only inflicting minimal damage. if he wanted to, he could just off her right there."

Explains Sans.

"As much as I don't like it, it makes sense. With one soul remaining to break the barrier extremes are bound to be made to get it. For what is the life of one human when held next to the entire Underground?"

Grillby comments and Toriel frowns. Even she sees the point in that. But that does mean she likes it.

The human contemplates her choices and seems to do a mental coin flip before pressing the D button. This time, the buzzer sounds.

"COMPLETELY UTTERLY WRONG!"

Mettaton blasts her again in the right shoulder and her roar is bloodcurdling.

[HP ████████████████ 16/36]

The bloody gaping holes in her shoulders make her slump over against the stand. She won't last much longer if this keeps up.

"THE CORRECT ANSWER WAS A. YOU MIGHT WANT TO TRY HARDER FROM HERE ON."

An annoyed groan was her reply.

"HMMM...MAYBE YOU NEED SOMETHING ELSE. LET'S PLAY A MEMORY GAME."

The screen produces a new question and image.

[What monster is this?]

The monster shown is half of a Froggit's face.

A) Froggit

B) Whimsun

C) Moldsmal

D) Mettaton

This one seems like a no-brainer yet the human seems unsure. Mostly because blood loss makes it hard to think.

"WHY IS SHE HESITATING? THE ANSWER IS CLEARLY A."

Papyrus bitches.

"Really? You think it's that easy?"

Grillby retorts.

"THEN WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS?"

"I'm surprised you do see it. It's obviously D."

"BULL CRAP. I BET YOU 10G IT'S A."

"Fine. Just don't be upset when you're wrong."

After thinking long and hard about the question, the human presses the D button. The fanfare plays.

"I'M SO FLATTERED YOU REMEMBERED! LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THE WHOLE IMAGE."

The picture unfolds to reveal Mettaton wearing a shirt with a Froggit's face on it.

Papyrus's jaw clenches as Grillby folds his hands behind his head with a smug attitude.

"You need to listen to pussycat more often. She did say he had an ego bigger than yours."

"FUCK YOU."

"Just pay me by week's end."

Papyrus grumbles while turning back to the TV.

"YOU'VE BEEN ON A ROLL SO FAR. BUT CAN YOU GET THIS ONE?"

The screen brings up a new and rather odd question.

[Would you smooch a ghost?]

A) Heck Yeah

B) Heck Yeah

C) Heck Yeah

D) Heck Yeah

The human and the watching group all share the say "what the fuck" look.

"GO ON. CONSIDER THIS AN ACT OF MERCY."

She sneers and reluctantly presses the B button. With no wrong choice to make, the fanfare plays.

"GREAT ANSWER! I LOVE IT!"

A steaming Grillby hates it.

"HERE'S A SIMPLE ONE."

The screen pops up the next question.

[How many letters in the name Mettaton?]

A) 11

B) 6

C) 8

D) 10

A relatively easy question except for the number of Ns at the name's end increases and eventually goes out of the screen with the numbers in the answers increasing accordingly.

"How in the world do you answer that?"

Toriel puzzles.

"it's c."

Sans says softly to the confusion of the others.

"for a second, the real numbers were there. c had eight, which is the right answer regardless of the increasing."

"Here's hoping she saw that too."

Says Grillby while adjusting his glasses.

The human is beginning to look paler than normal. The strain on her body and mind making things difficult. She wearily presses the C button, mainly due to landing on it after a slight dizzy spell, and the fanfare plays.

"OF COURSE THAT WAS EASY FOR YOU!"

She grunts against the stand, pushing herself to keep going even as her body wants her to stop.

"Come on, pussycat. You can hold out just a bit longer."

Grillby says to himself before flinching at the feel of Toriel's hand holding his. She gives him a motherly smile and it helps calm his nerves for now.

"YOU'LL BE SURE TO KNOW THE ANSWER TO THIS ONE!"

The screen pops up another random question.

[What's a pretzel's favorite color?]

A) Black

B) Yellow

C) Red

D) Dusk

This had to be one of the odder questions to be done though tame. The human wastes no time picking a button. Either to end it faster or knowing it, who's to say. But her head thuds onto the B button and the fanfare plays.

"CORRECT! YOU'RE SO LUCKY TODAY!"

The amount of blood pooling on the floor says otherwise.

"TIME TO BREAK OUT THE BIG GUNS! HERE IS YOUR FINAL QUESTION."

The screen shows the question.

[How bright is this text?]

A) 85% Bright

B) 84% Bright

C) 86% Bright

D) 83% Bright

This made little sense. The question text was the same color as all other questions. How was this even answerable to her when she can hardly even look up at the screen?

The group is just as confused. How do you tell the percentage of brightness to text?

Though after some time of no movement from the human, Mettaton rolls around his podium.

"DARLING? ARE YOU ABLE TO MAKE A CHOICE?"

A tired moan drones out of the gag.

"TELL YOU WHAT, I'LL BE NICE AND HELP YOU OUT."

Mettaton zips over to the slumped over human.

"MY MY. SUCH A MESS YOU'VE MADE BACK HERE. GOOD THING NO MESS IS TOO BIG FOR MTT BRAND INDUSTRIAL CLEANER. IN STORES NOW."

The robot plugs his latest product in the middle of a show...real classy.

"what a jackass."

Scoffs Sans.

The other soundly agree.

"OKAY, DEAR, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS STARE AT THE BUTTON YOU WANT TO ANSWER FOR AND I SHALL PUSH IT FOR YOU."

She tilts her head and stares.

"IS C YOU'RE FINAL ANSWER?"

She exhales long and loud through her nose.

"I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES."

He unnecessarily extends his arm in a twisty and bendy way before pushing the C button. However...Buzzer sounds.

"OH BOY, THAT'S EMBARRASSING, HUH?"

This time he blasts through her right leg making her buckle in pain to the crimson soaked floor.

[HP ██████ 06/36]

[Background music briefly pauses in silence]

"WELL WELL WELL. THAT SETTLES THAT, DOESN'T IT?"

To much befuddlement, Mettaton proceeds to remove the restraints and gag from the broken girl.

"*weak* W-What are you doing?"

"SUCH A SILLY QUESTION. IF YOU DIE THE SHOW HAS NO DRAMATIC TENSION! WE CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS!"

She's in no position to fight this or wants to. He collects her from the ground and seems to gently hold her in two of his arms. So much red coats just about everything. He then addresses one of the many hidden cameras in the room.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU ALL MIGHT BE THINKING. BUT METTATON, WHY AREN'T YOU GOING TO KILL THE HUMAN? YOU CLEARLY HAVE THE CHANCE. TO THAT I SAY, NO. SHE WON THIS GAME. AND THEREFORE, SHE PROCEEDS TO THE NEXT ROUND OF OUR LITTLE GAME. THAT'S RIGHT! THIS WAS JUST THE FIRST ACT! NEXT UP, MORE DRAMA! MORE ROMANCE! MORE BLOODSHED! STAY TUNED, LOSERS...! NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME...THIS LOVELY LADY NEEDS TO HEAL. WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK AFTER THESE COMMERCIAL MESSAGES."

The broadcast fades into commercials. The four of them are left with more questions than answers. But at least one thing is going in their favor. Mettaton wants to keep her alive. Perhaps in the next show, she'll appear in a location that's more recognizable and rescue can be done before anyone else tries to get her. Though the four of them weren't the only ones watching the show. A small indent in the window and ground below were all the tells of the sneaky flower. His mission now clear. Save his sister.

[Hotland Lad: Medical Room]

Alphys finishes setting up life-support systems by the time Mettaton wheels in with the now very near dead human.

"Put her here."

He need not be told twice.

"Some first act. She's almost dead."

Less of a reprimand and more of a statement by Alphys while she begins plugging the human into the machines.

"I WAS WORRIED NEAR THE END. HAD SHE MISSED ANOTHER QUESTION I MIGHT HAVE NEEDED TO GO OFF SCRIPT. MAIN CHARACTERS CAN'T DIE SO EARLY IN THE SHOW."

"You're just lucky I can fix this."

"WILL SHE NEED LONG TO HEAL?"

Alphys sticks in an IV drip and taps it for bubbles.

"Don't rush this. Your blast, while clean, went through a lot of muscle and bone. Not to mention all the blood that'll need to refill. That kind of stuff will need longer to repair."

"BUT...WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE COMMERCIALS GOING TILL THEN."

The annoyed scientist shoots him a look.

"Then I guess you need some filler till then."

Mettaton cringes.

"FILLER?! SUCH A DIRTY WORD. WHAT WOULD IT EVEN BE?"

"How about you figure that out elsewhere? I need to work. Or do you want this to take longer?"

That had him speeding away as she then shouts.

"And clean up all this blood! This is a lab! Not a butcher shop!"

She was unsure he heard all that but focused on monitoring the human.

"*sigh* You are so lucky I'm bored or you'd be under my knife right now."

The human involuntarily twitches, earning a smirk from the spectacle-wearing lizard.

"Maybe you'll heal sooner than expected."

Oh, how she enjoyed her work.

[brushstrokesapocalyptic]

The Legend of Asriel PART 6 | DEATH MOUNTAIN

it’s about as unpleasant as it sounds.

Frisk and Chara reach Death Mountain, and their first order of business is seeking out a blacksmith who can reforge their sword. There’s a bit of a famine going on right now so none of the Gorons are in working condition, but someone happens to direct Frisk to a Zora who lives just out of Goron City.

Following those directions, Frisk and Chara find an elderly turtle man sunning himself on the edge of a hot spring. Chara recognizes him and is confused as to why he’s here. Frisk knows not of their history with this guy though, and just walks up to ask if he can help reforge their sword.

Gerson laughs and says he’s not called the Hammer for nothing, he’s sure he can fix whatever toy sword they broke during target practice. Frisk removes the bundle from their backpack and shows him the shards of the Master Sword. Gerson rubs at his chin. “Hmm. Tricky one, that.”

Can you do it? Frisk writes in their notebook.

“The blade shouldn’t be too hard, I’ve got all the material I need here.“ Chara resists the urge to bring up the missing piece. “The hilt is harder, it’s made of a special material you can’t just melt down and cast into a new shape. I’d need to make another from scratch.“

Is it rare?

“Somewhat. As luck would have it, there is a deposit in the nearby mines, but those are flooded out.”

Frisk looks him up and down. ...Aren’t you like, a turtle? Surely a little water can’t stop you.

Gerson laughs heartily. “A little water is nothing, even for my old bones. Lava, however, poses quite a risk.“

Frisk makes a soft noise of understanding. If I got you a piece of this stuff, could you reforge it then?

“Of course!“ Gerson says. “I’d be delighted to, in fact. Not everyone can say they reforged the Legendary Blade of Evil’s Bane!“

Frisk beams, bundles the shards back up, and tells Gerson they’ll be back soon before hurrying off again. Chara trails them with a skeptical look. “Okay I appreciate the enthusiasm, but how exactly do you plan to get this weird rock? Do you have a supplier or something?”

Frisk slows to a stop, staring into the sky with a look of impending realization.

“...You didn’t think that far ahead, did you.“

Frisk most assuredly didn’t, but they won’t let that stop them! They do some more poking around, and eventually encounter a Hylian bard living it up in the town square, providing a brief moment of levity for the Gorons in this trying time.

Chara wonders how he can stand wearing such impractical clothing in this sweltering volcano, and Mettaton offhandedly mentions something about the laboratory near the peak before he registers that the person he just replied to is a ghost.

The dude doesn’t stick around, leaving Frisk and Chara with just the clue pointing towards the laboratory. It’s not much, but it’s all they’ve got, so they go to investigate.

The lab seems abandoned at first, all dark and messy and stuff. Frisk pokes around a bit, not giving it up as a lost cause just yet, and then Chara hears a weird scuffling noise. Frisk sees them tense, and they turn around just in time to see a flash of golden scales vanishing around a corner.

They give chase, and with a little help from Chara they track down the mysterious creature. A light flickers on, and Frisk finds themself face to face with a yellow Lizalfos in a lab coat.

For a moment, the two of them stare each other, down. Frisk isn’t quite sure what to make of the monster, and the Lizalfos looks kinda like a deer in the headlights. After a moment, though, Frisk’s hand inches towards their sword, and the Lizalfos rears back not to attack, but to frantically wave her hands defensively.

“Wait wait wait I can explain!“ she says, and it takes Chara a moment to dart into the right spot to interpret because they were not expecting a talking lizard. “Y-you see, I’m not a-actually a monster! I-I’m Dr. Alphys, and I’m t-t-totally a normal person, I’m j-just cursed to look like this! J-j-just c-cursed!“

Frisk raises an eyebrow, removing their hand from their sword and straightening up. They glance at Chara, who just shrugs, then dig out their notebook again. Do you need any help with that?

“N-n-no, it’s quite alright!“ Alphys says, looking a little sheepish. “I-I-I don’t get out much s-s-so it’s not like it matters how I look! I’ve got all my brains u-up here, s-so I’m fine!”

Frisk nods, relieved that they don’t have to add another layer to this fetch quest chain. I heard you can make heat-resistant clothing, they write.

“Where did you—“ Alphys starts, before pausing. “O-oh, I suppose I did give Mettaton some of my prototypes... how were they, by the way? That guy never gives me useful feedback.“

Frisk shrugs. He didn’t look bothered by the heat, but honestly it’s not that bad.

“Speak for yourself,“ Chara comments. “I’d be dying if I weren’t already dead. You’re just a weird desert gremlin.“

Frisk ignores them.

Alphys, unaware of the ghost floating next to her, nods thoughtfully. “Good, good, the tests I ran seemed positive but it’s good to have more data. Oh— w-were you interested in my fireproof clothing as well?“

Frisk nods. If it’s available, I’d like to buy a set.

“O-of course! Might I ask what you n-need it for?“

I wanna go into the mines but I hear they got flooded with lava.

Alphys pauses. “...Erm, a-and why do you want that?”

I need a special stone to reforge this legendary sword that got broken.

A long moment passes between them.

“...Can’t argue with that,“ Alphys says, then turns and walks away.

Frisk pays up and Alphys custom fits them with a nice heatproof tunic which I haven’t designed yet, but I probably will eventually and whenever that happens I’ll probably edit in a picture here.

But anyway now they’re decked out in sweet fashion and so they trek off to the mines, which are another dungeon. I don’t have nearly as much to say as I did for the Lost Caverns. It’s a bunch of mines and stuff, there’s magma. They get the Burnt Hammer, which is basically the equivalent of the burnt pan but like. It’s a hammer. And there’s some kinda a monster or possessed machinery or a monster possessing machinery, and after Frisk kicks its ass the mines go back to normal and everyone rejoices and they get a cool blue rock which happens to be timeshift stone but shhhhhhh it’s not that important.

And so they return triumphantly to Gerson’s forge, materials in tow, and ask him to reforge the Master Sword for them. Gerson laughs, declares that they truely do have the soul of a hero. Then he asks what kind of sword they’d like him to make it into, at which point they kinda stall out because they were kinda assuming it’d just be forged back into its original shape.

“Nonsense,“ Gerson says. “Trying to copy the original perfectly is a fool’s errand, and if it’s going to be reforged for a new wielder why not have them choose its shape?“

Frisk agrees with this reasoning, but they don’t know enough about swords to make a decision. Chara, however, does. They tap Frisk on the shoulder, an odd glint in their eye, and spell something out for Frisk to write in their notebook. They show it to Gerson, and he clearly knows what it means as he laughs again and gets right to work on that sword.

It takes time to make a sword, and so Frisk stays a couple nights in Gerson’s cottage. Chara keeps randomly snickering every time the Master Sword comes up in conversation, and they refuse to explain themself, so Frisk just resigns themself to finding out what they told Gerson to make when the sword is done.

After the better part of a week has passed with Frisk doing various sidequests for the Gorons, Gerson finally presents them with the reforged Master Sword.

Frisk unwraps it from the cloth covering carefully, examining the sheath before tugging it free to look at the blade. It’s beautifully crafted, the hilt carved into something reminiscent of a bird while the blade is razor sharp. They can’t help but admire the craftsmanship, and even Chara pauses to ooh and aah a little before they collapse into another fit of giggles.

“You know, it’s kinda funny you picked that kind of sword,“ Gerson comments, and Chara barely manages to pull themself back together enough to interpret. “See, there was this young whippersnapper I used to know, and they always said that was their favourite kind of sword. You know why?“

Frisk tilts their head in a silent question.

“They said it was ‘cause of the way the hilt is put together,“ Gerson explains. “In their words, it isn’t technically a sword. Just a very large knife.“

Chara descends into a full on fit of laughter. Frisk stands there for a long moment, then looks back down at the Master Sword. Then they set it down and take out their notebook. Does that make this the Master Knife, then?

Gerson joins Chara in laughing. “I like your style,” he tells them, as he follows them to the door. “Remember me after you’ve saved the world, alright, kid?”

Frisk nods, slinging the Master Knife over their back, and slaps Chara on the shoulder on the way out to get them to stop laughing already, it’s not that funny.

(It’s absolutely that funny, Chara insists inside their own head. God they love knives.)

[Next Part] [Index]

[fandom-wars-imagine-blog]

UT UF and mafiafell sans + US and SF papyrus (i think its 5 the limit?) when they hear a sneeze for the first time? It's from their crush or S/O and it is the cutest little kitten sneeze EVER.

(well I sound like a man when I sneeze-) 

UT!Sans: 

Here where you live, winter can be really rough for everyone, even for its inhabitants, so it is perfect for the monsters that lived in Snowdin, it makes them feel closer to their old land and less homesick.

Since that you have a relationship with Sans, you hang out a lot in his house in winter. It’s so warm and cozy! Much more than you rented apartment.

And his brother is such a sweetheart! He cooks for you every time you go to their house and you don’t have to move one single muscle. You are their guest after all.~

However, one of the many problems you have to face in the winter is the famous colds. Being you a very touchy person, you always catch at least one cold at this season. Poor you.

It’s the first cold you have since you date Sans and he got very worried about you. Are you sick? Is it dangerous? There is any cure? Please tell him you aren’t going to die!!

“No, Sans, I am not going to die”

You explain to him what exactly a cold is and that there’s nothing to worry about. It’s not dangerous or mortal, but it’s very contagious, so it’s better if he and his brother keep the distance until you’re better. You don’t know who dangerous human diseases can be for monsters. Better safe than sorry.

Of course, they’ll do exactly the opposite. You are sick! They can just stay away from you and wait until “you’re better”! They’re going to help you heal faster, even if you want it or not! Now, tell the great Papyrus what to cook for a human with a cold!

Sans is still a bit worried about you, but since you are taking your medicine, he guesses it’s okay.

You are watching TV in his house, his brother out for his first training in the gym with Undyne, when you sneeze for the first time beside him. He gets alarmed and quickly looks at you.

Oh Gosh, are you getting worse?? Do you need something?? Is that normal?? Do you need a doctor?? He can get Alphys right now!! Do you need her??

You don’t get it, why is acting like that with a sneeze, you explained to him what a cold ar- ooooh, you didn’t tell him the symptoms of it.

Ok, your bad.

You tell him what a sneeze is and how normal is to sneeze when someone has a cold. It’s your body trying to help itself, so there’s nothing to worry about.

He calms down and watches you sneeze again. An urge to laugh appears in his chest, if that is a sneeze, is the cutest thing he ever heard, it’s perfect for you. He doesn’t laugh though, maybe you can get offended-

Then you sneeze again, and again, and again. Oh no, it’s a sneeze attack! Despite trying to not laugh even if the urge is rising, Sans’ love is defeated and he bursts of laughter, telling sorry to you internally.

You immediately realize why he’s laughing. He’s making fun of you! This always happens! In spite of start telling him off, you are interrupted by another sneeze, sending your boyfriend to another wave of incessant laughter, wheezing and crying.

You get mad and start hitting him with the sofa pillow, only for him to laugh even more. HOW DARE HE?

The hitting gets stronger and speedy and instead of taking it, Sans grasps the pillow, sending it to the corner of the room, and hugs you tightly, kissing your cheek while giggling.

You continue to tell him off, but give up sooner than expected and accept the half cuddling half joking, huffing at the situation.

Oh man, you really are something else, aren’t you? 

US!Papyrus: 

You. Hate. SUMMER. 

REALLY, WHY GOD HAD TO GIVE HUMANS SUCH SEASON?

SWEATY PEOPLE, UNBEARABLE HEAT, MOSQUITOES EVERYWHERE!

HHHHHHHH YOU HATE SUMMER SO MUCH.

But your friend seems to disagree, surprisingly.

Papyrus never really liked the cold temperature in Snowdin. His hoody is warm, but not that much, and his only source of heat in Snowdin was Muffet’s and his house, so this warmth is always welcomed around his bones.

Besides, his brother can only use the baby pool in the summer. So, no grumpy attitude, you don’t want to bother the cinnamon roll, do you?

“*huffs*  Alright, no complaining.”

Good human.

Unfortunately, your house is pretty hot in the summer, so you decided to provide yourself, after saving a lot, a 

*beats the drums*

Air conditioner!

YES, THE SOLUTION OF ONE OF YOUR PROBLEMS IN SUMMER.

YAAAYYY?????

Well, at least the house is fresh now as well as your will to live in the summer.

Now it’s bearable to live on this planet.

One day, you are taking the cooling from the AC by being directly in front of it. You regret nothing, not even the flu you caught, it felt like heaven.

Papyrus is looking through the window to the backyard, catching the sun’s warmth while watching Sans playing with your cousin, Chara, in the green grass of the backyard.

Papyrus looks at you. Your eyes closed while appreciating the cool air from the machine, your hair fluttering graciously.

He looks at the window again. What he wouldn’t give to have the courage to ask you out…

Suddenly, his thoughts are cut short by a strange noise. It’s unknown to him what it was, but it sounded like a baby animal, like…like a kitten.

He gets pretty confused with this, it couldn’t have been Sans, he doesn’t do that type of sound. So, what it was? You have a kitten in your backyard and told him anything? How could you, you know he loves animals!

You catch Papyrus looking for something at the opened door beside the window he was standing. It looks like he is searching for something in the backyard. But what?

You ask him what happened and he tells you that he heard something very strange, something he never heard before. He’s searching for the source of it, it can be a lost baby animal or something.

You get concerned with it, did someone just dropped a baby in your backyard and ran way the last night? How cruel! You will fucking kill that perso-

Your concerns get interrupted by another sneeze and Papyrus looks at you, shocked. YOU WERE THE SOURCE. 

BUT, BUT HOW??

IT IS POSSIBLE FOR A HUMAN TO DO SUCH SOUND????

Your eyes meet his face and you automatically understand why he’s so shocked. A playful, more for teasing, tone plays in your vocal cords.

“Was this what you heard?”

He nods with his head, quite perplexed. You knew it. A soft laugh makes its way out of your mouth.

You explain to him that what he heard was a sneeze and what it is. You don’t get mad at him. There’s no reason to get mad at him for thinking that it was a baby animal, he never heard a sneeze before…and you’re pretty aware of your “situation”.

The sneezes are definitely due to you being in front of the air conditioner, so you stand up before you catch a cold and go get some ice creams for the two of you.

Papyrus looks again to the backyard, blushing with a puppy love smile in his face.

If only you knew how cute you are…

UF!Sans:

Papyrus was never a person of peace, when you met him, he was beating the crap up of some insolent drunks who treated him bad for being a monster. 

You can’t believe there are still people like that in the world. What is this? The dark age? Hello?! Wake up! If you don’t want monsters near you, move to other planet or something. Or at least say nothing to them, they don’t care about you anyway.

A burning flame quickly light up between the two of you and quickly died in both your souls, the ashes are the only thing that was left, and after almost killing each other like madmen, you decide to still being friends despite everything that happened.

Gosh, he can be a true asshole sometimes, y'know.

But at least the relationship was long enough for you to meet his family: his brother Sans.

Seems nothing like Papyrus at all, not just for the looks, but for the humor and…well… behavior at all.

You gotta admit, he’s less asshole than his brother.

Soon enough, you turned up to be good friends at the skelebros, like everyone in town called them, and trusted them with your whole being, just like they do to you too.

As I said, Papyrus was never a person of peace, and this time he just got himself into a hole as deep as the Underground entrance:

Gangs fight.

Don’t even ask me how he did it, he just got caught in the middle for not shutting up when he should. 

This afternoon he’s going to solve this for once and for all, probably fighting with the other dumbasses with the help of Undyne or something.

Let’s be clear, he’s strong, but not enough for 20 guys each side, alright?

And instead of asking you to fight with him too, so you can beat the shit out of Billy, that motherfucker, he asked you to stay home with his brother so if someone tries to force their way in you will stop them and protect Sans.

Because the little brother doesn’t trust the other enough to be alone in the Surface yet.

Like Sans can’t protect himself! He got this big ass skulls called “Gaster Blasters” or whatever and you have to protect him!

Fuck you, Papyrus, fuck you.

At least he’s sleeping at your side while you’re watching Mettaton chase someone with a chainsaw in the Candid Camera.

Out of the blue, you sneeze strongly, waking up Sans who gets startled enough for his red eye to lit up. You sneeze again and he looks at you, scared. It’s just…you? The tornado in his brain calms down and his eye gets off.

He almost had a heart attack because of you! Well…if he had any heart, that is.

But there’s a question that is nagging on the corner of his head.

“What the hell as that sound?”

You look at him, internally surprised that he woke up already. You thought you would have to hit him with his pet rock sooner or later.

“What, never heard a sneeze, butthead?”

He says no, he never heard something like that, but for someone like you, all tough and more alike Papyrus that you would like to admit, it’s the cutest thing he ever heard.

Screams are heard from the TV, but they are not loud enough to cover your cute as well laugh, neither the “fuck you” you give him, turning to the TV again. Jeez, Mettaton really cut that monster in half. Oh, nevermind, it regenerated.

Sincerely? Sans don’t give a shit about humans and their stupid ass behaviors and body reactions. But he remembers what a sneeze sounds like, you know why?

Because he asks you out for the first time that afternoon, right after telling you that “no, I would like to do something else”. Now that is something you never forget.

SF!Papyrus: 

He was always a curious monster, very, very curious. 

Too curious for his own good.

And when the monsters were freed by some random child, his curiosity grown even more.

He looked like a little kid whose parents gave a new video game console! So much to see and explore! So much he doesn’t know about and wants to meet!

This. Is. HEAVEN.

But one thing that really caught his attention was humans.

How does their body work? What behaviors they have that monsters don’t? Do they grow up and get older like monsters or it’s a different process? What type of food they eat? What-

Alright, Papy, we get it.

Life seemed to smile at the skeleton, as he met the perfect person to answer his questions.

You, a kind human, and later on, his wondrous lover.

You got intimate with each other at the speed of light and very soon you’re both sleeping in the same bed in your house. It’s so good having someone who treats you well and doesn’t agree when you say you’re a failure.

Papyrus isn’t able to sleep tonight, he already turned and turned around in the bed, but it’s away to hot for him to sleep, so he gets up to cool a bit.

While he gets his t-shirt off, he observes you, peacefully in your slumber. You are so lovely, so pretty, and those cheeks are so big that he could bite them all day! 💗

Then he has kind of a crazy question: how humans react to stimulus in their sleep? Is his sleepiness talking or curiosity decided to visit him in such hour at daybreak?

Oh well, is not like he has something better to do…or something to do at all. 

He then remembers: you are such an extravagant person, he had seen you amounts of times hearing that blue jacket with feathers. 

He remembers when you received that jacket. Hapstablook made it for Napstaton, but he didn’t want to hear that “thing”, like he called it, because it is not his style, so he gave it to you. That way, Hapstablook’s work wasn’t in vain.

And oh shit, you really love that ugly jacket. Why? Who knows.

He goes to your closet and pulls out a feather from the jacket, making the effort to not make any noise so you won’t wake up.

You are such a cute, ticklish person! Maybe you have he can tickle you in your sleep too- 

Then he sees you are awake, supporting yourself in your elbow while looking at him with an amused smile.

You just saw him riping out the feather from the jacket….

He’s a dead man, isn’t he? 

He tries desperately to explain himself to you. That he didn’t mean to just…screw up the jacket. Fuck the jacket! I mean- ugh, damn the nervousness.

And damn the curiosity for that matter. 

You laugh at his expression and tell me he doesn’t have to worry about that, you can just stitch up the feather back. But…

Why the hell he wants that feather?

Truth comes up with a blush in his bones and you laugh once more at all his shy body movement. You make room in the bed for him to sit up. You don’t think you can fall asleep so soon now that you woke up so you two can cuddle or make some small talk to be distracted. 

Now that he’s sitting at your side, you take the feather from his hand. You ask him if we want to see something interesting, something that he (probably) has never seen before. 

Oh no, what are you planning this time? Do you want curiosity to eat him whole? Was that just a “good person” mask? 

Oh man, are you going to beat his ass up? 

Instead, you tickle your own nose with the feather and sneeze in front of him. 

O. m. g

You swear is eye holes get bigger.

You can easily compare his reaction to the ones you get when you are fangirling over some character on a game. He’s completely marveled by what he just heard. 

OMG OMG OMG THAT IS JUST THE MOST ADORABLE THING OVER HE’S SO HAPPY YOU ARE HIS LOVER YOU ARE PERFECT IN EVERY ASPECT HE WANTS TO HOLD YOU BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU AND HUMANS ARE SO INTERESTING AND YOU ARE ONE SO YOU ARE INTERESTING BUT YOU ARE MORE INTERESTING THAN THE OTHER AND-

DO. THAT. AGAIN.

You chuckle at his request and do it again, seeing his mood lifting up everytime you do this.

After all, who needs sleep anyways. 

MF!Sans: 

Mr. Red is a very busy monster, he doesn’t have time to analyze precisely or even care about insignificant things like the human body or even humans at all. 

However, sometimes at some…”works” he has to do, he has to listen very carefully to everything’s around him, so he doesn’t get spotted and knows exactly when to attack. 

But sneezes is something he never heard, especially from you.

You are a very quiet thing, that’s for sure. You didn’t choose to be the lover of a Mob, but you didn’t choose as well who fall in love with.

Same for Sans, so many hot, trustfull monsters out there that we could fall in love with and it had to be a human?

Oh God help him. 

Nonetheless, you have the incredible ability to support all the shit a life in Mafia brings, so it’s not dangerous bullshit that will make you stay away from your monster. 

Silence is the key and Sans knows that. He’s so happy that his soul chose a smart person for him to care about. 

And for being quiet, you attend a lot of meetings with him (even if you don’t want too because no way you are staying home alone without him or some security).

This meeting now is on some strange club, you would say that is the typical place to get drugged and fuck some whores without having the problem of taking care of the child after the fun, but Sans is not some junkie you see out there in the streets killing themselves with a needle.

You go to a balcony, a calmer place where cigarette’s smoke fills your lungs. So many men in suits in here, so many family men, so many merciless killers, so many possible targets. Even the employees have another type of aura, so must more sophisticated. 

The meeting happens normally, so many things being talked about while you just appreciate the arm around your shoulders silently. 

While the meeting is occurring, a waitress passes by the sofa you are sitting on. The feather scarf visits your nose and tickles it softly. You try to stop it from coming, but you are weaker than your own body, so your kitten sneeze exits abruptly your lungs. 

You can say with certainty that you scared everyone in the meeting, not for being a scary noise, that it isn’t, but for showing that you actually made a noise. Heck, are you capable of doing noises??

All the eyes in the room are placed on you with perplexed faces, especially your boyfriend. 

Yep, not intimidating at all.

You look at them with surprise as well, your blush covered by the dark lights, but end up sneezing again. 

Everyone in the start slowly laughing at you, how can a person in the Mafia, especially Mr. Red, date such thing as you? What a little doll you are, what are you doing with a Mob?

Not all bad boys are dateable for people like you. 

Sans senses that their laughing is not just because the situation is funny, it’s because they are making fun of you. He sees that you are uncomfortable with it, you didn’t mean it. Not at all.

You look down at the floor, not knowing how to react at all the mean mouths. You date a Mob, you should know who to react, not be embarrassed by it, but...

The laughing starts to calm down. Sans gets up from his seat, oddly relaxed, and looks at everyone in the room with a smile. 

“Gentlemen.” 

He takes the gun out and shoots everyone in the head, one by one. You don’t even know how no one had the speed to react in time but....they didn’t.

He offers you his hand to get up from the sofa and you take it, getting up and exiting the building with him, his arm around your waist. 

You know you should not be surprised by the scene you just watched, but...you are.

You ask him why he did it. It was because you sneezed and they made fun of you? You certainly feel warm for that but he shouldn’t. 

He doesn’t answer you, just smirks and take a cigar out of his pocket. 

“You know, one of the things that I love in you, it’s your cuteness.”

“Never forget that.”

- mod sheep

[kaz3313]

Okay so this is still the most ridiculous thing I've read

https://www.landoverbaptist.net/showthread.php?t=111773

The entire thing is about how Undertale is Satanic and it's so ridiculous, over the top, and downright wrong.

Trigger Warnings and Undertale Spoiler Warning for both routes (I'm also putting these in the tags but would like to state them outright in the post as well)

Incest

Rape

Homophobia (including slurs and misused terms)

Transphobia

Violence

Ignorant Chritian

*Please also note if you haven't played Undertale the things he states are extremely inaccurate so please don't believe the things he claims.

It starts off misinformed claiming pansexual means gender confused (btw he is referring to Frisk at this time). He then writes that 'the child falls into a volcano' which, I guess, I cant blame him for assuming that but it also shows his lack of research. He briefly mentions Toriel (he doesn't actually use anyone's name besides Chara's which I find ironic) and then talks about 'the incest couple'.

Whew boy, once I read that one I knew this 'synopsis' was a doozie.

He's referring to Sans and Papyrus (which for some reason he believes is a couple? I doubt he crossed any fanart because fontcest unless known about is kinda hard to find so I'm unsure how he came to this conclusion).

He then writes about Flowey and the most accurate line of this entire thing is written "You also meet a talking flower who is a heathen sent by the devil to lead you down the path of evil". Honestly beside that devil mumbo jumbo that's Flowey.

He then briefly writes about some bosses, uses a slur, and calls Napstablook an atheist. After he goes on about Alphys and Mettaton and has more inaccuracies; he writes that Alphys wants Mettaton destroyed. Which is very very inaccurate.

Then he talks about Asgore. The king who, in his words, is probably gay. Which to me is one of the most hilarious things because again beside fanart and fic thier is 0 evidence to that! I believe he may have thought this because Asgore gardens and that's stereotypically a women's thing and this guy doesn't have enough brain cells to understand a guy can have a feminine hobby.

He then talks a little bit about the end of the genocide for some reason concluding Flowey raped Asgore to death (which is not only the most inaccurate thing but is downright disturbing to interpret and I wonder how his mind came up with that) and concludes with talking about the Chara jumoscare.

Anyhow this entire piece this guy wrote is highly inaccurate so it becomes pretty hillarious (and a little disturbing) to read. Feel free to read it yourself (link is at the top of the post) and also feel free to ask me to tag anything I haven't already!

I wonder if this guy will do a why Deltarune is satanic...

[themalicealyce]

Sarcasm and Puns: Chapter Four

Summary: You're an introverted person, have been all of your life but it wasn't as if you were shy, you were just content to have your only friends be your brother and your roommate. Though when your brother's young daughter makes friends with the human ambassador of monsters you open up to the idea of having a larger group of friends.

Rating: M 

Waking up late on a Saturday was probably one of the most beautiful feelings you could think of. The sheer number of weekdays you had to lay in bed trying to gather the motivation needed to get dressed and go to work was getting kind of sad, so the few extra hours of sleep you got on your days off was a luxury you never skipped out on. It was sometime in the early afternoon and the sun had started to warm the room. The mild heat seeped through the window, rousing you from slumber. Golden light flooded into the dark room in columns, specks of dust floated and danced suspended in the beams. Not quite fully awake and exceedingly comfortable you wanted to roll over and sleep just a little longer, though the tiny little paw that landed on your face seemed to disagree. Hemlock mewed and stood on you, now with both front paws on your face and his hind legs on your collarbone. You groaned tiredly at him and he mewled back in pseudo conversation. You guessed it was feeding time and your stomach rumbled in sympathy at the thought of food. You found yourself hungry enough to drag yourself out of bed regardless of the tempting warmth of your blankets, so still in your fluffy pajama pants and an over-sized t-shirt you stumbled out of your room.

As soon as your door opened, Hemlock took off like a bullet to where you assumed your roommate had filled his food bowl. With your hair a mess and mismatched socks lazily pulled on you found your way to the living room which had been restored to its normal halfway presentable state. Your yawn stretched out for so long that your ribs hurt as you rubbed sleep out of your eyes. You looked around and saw Vincent already awake and wrapped up like a burrito in his blanket with an overfull plate of microwaved pizza rolls. The sofa was plush, and a homey olive-green color complemented by his bright purple blanket that he was snuggled into so deeply that you would have to use a crowbar to pry him out it.

"Mornin'" You grumbled, mouth dry from sleep, not ready for full sentences yet. Slinking past him on your way to the kitchen.

"Good morning!" He sung, his eyes briefly leaving the tv screen flicking up at you before shoving more food in his face. "If you say so." You replied lazily, bones cracking pleasantly as you paused to stretch before continuing on your way.

Shuffling out of the room, you went into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl out of the cabinet, letting it clatter on the counter. You abandoned it to shuffle over to the pantry to get your cereal. You chuckled slightly as poured your bowl nearly full to the brim of Captain Crunch, amused at the knowledge that your grocery list and eating habits haven't really changed much since college. Crossing the kitchen, you opened the refrigerator, the dim light bulb inside clicking on and bathing you in florescent light as you heard your friend moving around from behind you.

"Why is the fridge full of girl scout cookies and rum?" You asked the room flatly, the fact that this kind of behavior is losing its ability to shock you probably meant something, but you decided not to open that can of worms today.

"I went shopping." he shrugged as if it was obvious as he stood in the doorway, having abandoned his blanket and carrying his now empty plate.

"I'm not even mad, when I get home from dinner wanna crack one of these open?" You asked grabbing the milk, having to Jenga it out of the fridge around the new items.

"Oh, hell yes! Pick up soda for rum and cokes on the way back?"

You nodded as you poured the milk into your cereal and Vincent put his plate in the sink with a careless clatter, quickly returning back to his nest of blankets on the couch.

When you remembered the dinner that you had at Toriel's tonight, you suddenly remembered Gabriel had of course signed you up to bring cookies. You rolled your eyes at the memory. Oh well, you figured it gave you a chance to bake which you hardly ever did. "You want to help me make cookies?" you asked immediately hearing the excited consent from the other room.

His easy enthusiasm made you smile as you brought your late breakfast into the living room, shooing him to his own side of the sofa as you ate and pulled out your 3DS, flicking on a puzzle game you’d gotten ridiculously obsessed with. One section had been really breaking your brain and you really wanted to get past it. You managed some progress over the hour or so, but you had once again become hopelessly stuck. You growled at the game in irritation. You loved puzzles, but maze sections were the worst.

Switching off the game soon after your lazy breakfast, you decided you needed to get started baking so you could get ready to go to this dinner thing since it was already getting a bit late. Eager to be of some help in the kitchen, especially with the promise of cookies, Vincent agreed to do your prep work. He was about five feet of pure, concentrated energy flitting around the kitchen setting it up for you while you looked through your stuff for your mom’s chocolate chip cookie recipe.

“Found it!” You smiled, holding it aloft like a Zelda treasure chest item.

“FUCK! I remember those. Why don’t you ever make those?!” Vincent asked incredulously, snatching the paper from your hands, scanning the list of ingredients.

“First of all, you have to stop snatching shit out of my hands you brat. Secondly, I’m not my mom I’m not here to bake your cookies and pinch your cheeks.” You rolled your eyes taking the paper back from him. “Ugh, then what good are you?” he teased back playfully.

“Well, with me around you can get drunk and cuss and I don’t nag you about bedtimes.” You answered back automatically as you preheated the oven. You looked over to him “You going to actually help or…?” you asked. He nodded eagerly.

Once you started baking you realized Vincent wanted to help by trying to incorporate Mettaton style cooking flourishes to your dish and it became a harder task to keep him focused instead of dancing around posing for a nonexistent camera. You had to snatch the glitter out of his hand as he tried to sneak it into your dough.

“But it’ll make it all pretty!” He whined.

“This is craft glitter! It’s not even edible glitter you heathen!” You argued back putting the bottle on top of the fridge and out of reach of his short arms. He huffed but got over it quickly when you let him eat some of the uncooked dough.

You didn't bake often, or cook really for that matter, but when you did you liked to do so from scratch and every time you left the counters gritty, dusted in a fine mixture of flour and sugar. Vincent didn’t help matters either, when he helped he turned things from messy to a disaster. This time was no different. He now sat on the one countertop by the sink you didn't bother to use, holding a cookie in between his hands looking extremely proud of himself as if surveying the damage that he caused. Still, the cookies turned out great, and he managed to arrange them on a platter without eating them all, so you’d take the nightmare mess in stride. His legs dangled over the edge, nowhere near reaching the floor, making him look even shorter and younger than normal.

Now that you were done you checked your phone. The time had snuck up on you. It was close to the time to go, and the reality of the situation was starting to dawn on you. You have never really gone to a dinner party before, and you were starting to feel like a high schooler meeting a boyfriend's family for the first time. It wasn't like you had experienced that a lot as a teenager, but you still remember the nervous mess you became when trying to impress someone. Frowning down at your dirtied pajamas, your nose scrunched up and you groaned starting to feel tendrils of panic rising.

"What do you even wear to a dinner like this?" You asked more to yourself than Vincent tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Yes, ask the guy who has a panic attack when he has to order in a restaurant about what to do in social situations." He rolled his eyes at you wiping crumbs off his jeans.

"Well aren't you helpful?" You sighed.

"Just throw something somewhat decent together I guess. I don't know." He shrugged.

"And here I was planning on lingerie and a t shirt proclaiming my satanic intentions." You sarcastically intoned.

"Hot. Which I guess works out for you since it's so chilly out!" He couldn't keep the silly little smile he got when he told a bad joke off his face. "Nope, nope if you're going to start with that I'm out. Imma go get dressed." You waved your arms at him in an overly exaggerated manner fleeing the room turning back and pointed an accusing finger at him. "And don't eat all the cookies while I'm gone." "Oh come on, that would be a real CRUMBY thing to do!" He had started to giggle at his own bad pun. "Bad! Bad Vincent. No!" You scolded as you left, retreating to your room.

You could hear Vincent laughing to himself and shuffling around the kitchen all the way back into your bedroom. Once you were there you put your phone down and flung open your closet door to find it mostly full of jeans and work shirts like you expected. You didn't think it was formal enough occasion to wear any of the clothes you wear to work and your t shirts seemed too casual. You sighed and glared at the clothes as if it were their fault you were under prepared for this situation. Pushing through your clothes in search of something you wouldn't feel too awkward wearing you knew you had to have something stored away that would useful.

Lost in deep thought you jumped away from your closet nearly falling on your ass when a loud sound blared suddenly. Quickly you recognized the noise breaking the quiet as the Tardis landing sound from Doctor Who. For a moment you were very confused until you noticed the noise that was playing out of your phone from the nightstand was your brother's ringtone. Taking a moment to be slightly disappointed that David Tennant wasn't here to take you away you answered your phone, propping it up in between your shoulder and ear as you went back to searching through your clothes.

"So are you still planning on coming or are you going to hide and try to will this away because I will pick your lock." Gabriel asked when you picked up your phone, not even bothering to say hello.

You rolled your eyes, you could hear his smirk over the phone. "You have a key you know."

"Yeah, but that is not nearly as fun." He sing-songed.

"So how is Morrigan handling the situation?" You asked, quick to change the subject and hoping that he didn't actually latch on to the idea of trying to pick your lock, you really didn’t want to have that conversation with your landlord.

"She has been throwing nearly her entire wardrobe around her room trying to pick out an outfit. And of course, she doesn't want my help. I didn't even realize she owned so many dresses." Gabriel chuckled, clearly amused by his daughter's antics.

"Yeah, who would have thought that you of all people would raise a messy kid." your toned dripped with sarcasm thinking back on how you two must have made your mom's life a nightmare when you were little.

"Hey, she's better than me when it comes to cleaning her room, it's starting to make me look bad." He admitted.

"You don't need anyone's help to make you look bad." You retorted as you dug deeper in your closet unearthing the very few dresses you owned stuffed in the back you scanned them, picking out a sweater dress that went down to just above your knees, it was warm, soft, and medium grey color. "Aha!" you called out triumphantly as you pulled it off the hanger.

"What are you 'aha'ing at? Finally beat that puzzle game you've been sucking at?" Gabriel asked teasingly.

You groaned suddenly remembering that hard maze puzzle you were stuck on in your game. "You dick, now that's going to bug me all night!"

You could hear him laughing loudly over the phone as you shut your closet, causing you to glare harder as if he was there to see how annoyed you were at him. When Gabriel calmed down you shared a quick conversation about when he would pick you up and you hung up so you could get ready.

[storyteller15]

Chapter One: The Letter

(Hi, guys! Surprised? Cinna and I made an SFW acc! Enjoy!)

 Today's the last day I'll ever be Zafrina Alban the Mage.

Just two days ago, Nanny and Bryn received a mail from the postman that's meant for me. We all knew what's in the letter, but neither of them wanted to speak about it. King Asgore and Queen Toriel are finally giving their son, Prince Asriel, his first Selection. It's a competition where the king's Heir chooses one out of thirty-five girls that are chosen from each country to enter. And because Asriel has come of age to inherit the throne, this year is the best opportunity for every girl, including monsters, to compete the Selection and win his heart.

During breakfast, I managed to finish my pancakes Nanny made for me. I looked at the yellow buttercup printed envelope closed with a gold seal stamped with the Delta Rune crest. I picked up the envelope slowly, the smell of it made my stomach growl. It smells like cinnamon, and butterscotch? What a lovely flavor combination, perhaps the king or queen loves to bake? Other than that, the envelope itself is beautiful. It's as if I've been invited to come to the Royal Ball just like Cinderella in one of my books Nanny used to read to me. As of now, it's every human and monster girls' dream to be one of the lucky thirty-five to compete in the Selection.

Of course, I was a little hesitant if I should enter.

I've always felt so discouraged about my appearance and personality. Not many suitors find timid girls attractive, especially if they're too concerned about messing up. I sighed sadly and leaned my forehead against the envelope.

"You don't have to sign the application if you don't want to," Nanny comforts me, rubbing my back. I guess she caught me staring at it for awhile. "King Asgore did say that he'll respect every girl's' decision to come or not."

I sighed, turning my head to look up at her.

"I'm still deciding, Nanny. Don't worry, I'm okay. Besides, I have a few more days to decide until then." I reassured, kissing her cheek.

A part of me wanted to enter not just to make my family's life better, but because I have a silly crush on the Prince. Very silly indeed, I thought to myself.

Every human girl knows that despite Asriel being a monster, they all still look at him as Prince Charming. But under his prince title, I see a docile and loving boy who loves his family and friends so much. Bryn finds it adorable that I have a crush on Asriel, she believes that one day I’ll marry him and live happily ever after.

"Alright, dear, it's time for me to leave for work. And it's time for you to head to school." Nanny says, bringing my attention back to reality.

Oh! I forgot that It's already five minutes past seven-thirty, and I need to get to school! I tucked my letter inside my cross-body lavender bag, putting on my black converse shoes. I follow Nanny out the front door before she closes it. Bryn is usually the one to get up early before me and Nanny—her college classes starts at six. So, I'm always the last one to leave the house.

"Have a good day at school, dear! Don't think about the letter too much, okay?" She smiles before hugs me.

I return the hug and waved her goodbye as she heads off to the opposite direction from where I'm going. I let out a stressed sigh. I'm honestly not looking forward to hear every girl in school to have the Selection as the topic today. Especially if Felicity Jones will brag about how confident she'll be once she turns in her submission. Don't overthink, I thought to myself. I must stay determined and get through the day.

Just my luck, I expected at least half of my class to talk about something else other than the selection. It's now the whole school. This morning in Geometry, I heard a few girls, sitting two rows behind me whispering on how excited they are to get their mail from the postman. In Photography, a monster bunny and a monster dog wouldn't stop beaming about how handsome Prince Asriel is. And here I am now, eating lunch in the cafeteria sulking about how many times I had to hear those two topics swimming around my brain.

"Relax, Zefie, you're not the only one that's tired of hearing about you-know-what." I looked up and found Bethany taking her seat next to mine. I groaned and slammed my head against the table.

"No one will shut up about it." She chuckles and pats my head.

Bethany is my only best friend to ever know me so well. We met in kindergarten when Felicity and her friends were picking on me for being wimpy. She stood up against them and saved me. From there, we've become very close. Today she has her long strawberry blonde up in a high ponytail, complimenting her cyan green eyes and fair beige skin. Bethany's the type of girl that loves to wear t-shirts and jeans with running shoes. She's energetic and laid-back, never the judgmental type. But when it comes to Felicity, her anger is intimidatingly ominous.

"Zef, you and I both know that we're not cut out for this prissy event. But you're definitely eligible enough to enter.” She says, leaning her arm against mine.

I raised my head back up and looked her as if she grew two heads. "B-but I haven't even signed my submission yet! And besides, I don't think Asriel would want his future bride to be timid and clumsy."

"You are more than correct, little miss shy mage." My breathing stopped.

Bethany and I looked to the right, finding Felicity Jones and four of her friends behind her giving us a cold sneer. Felicity is known as the most popular girl in school. Despite her being the daughter of the Mayor of our town, she is nothing but a vicious, spoiled brat that wants everything. With her shimmery icy blue eyes and natural tanned skin, she is nothing but exquisitely perfect to any guy who finds her attractive.

"This conversation isn't for you to intrude, Jones. Why don't you and your followers go waste someone else's time instead of ours?" Bethany growls, balling her hand into a tight fist. Bethany grimaced, she isn't going to deal with Felicity's shenanigans today.

Felicity presses her heart shaped lips in a tight line, but smirks instead. She and Bethany are like cats and dogs. It honestly tires me out to where I’m emotionally exhausted.

"No need to be so rash, Winchester, I'm only agreeing with what Zafrina just said about herself. Which is why, I believe Prince Asriel will choose me to become his bride." Felicity boasts as I looked to the side to avoid her vicious smile.

She lets out a haughty satisfied laugh and flipped her pure diamond blonde hair to the side. "Oh, Zafrina, you're so cute when you look so shy. But don't worry, I didn't come to see you both for nothing."

She reaches into her pink leather handbag and pulled out two orange envelopes and placed them on the table before us.

"Every girl in school is invited to my party I'm throwing. We're all going to watch the news live when Mettaton broadcasts the names of the Selected with the royal family present." She beams proudly.

I squinted at her offer, I guess that’s at the least the kindest thing felicity’s ever done for everyone when she’s not too busy swiping credit cards to pamper herself.

"And because I am feeling confident that I'll be picked, I’m feeling generous enough to invite the two of you, too." She continues as Bethany raised an eyebrow at her and looked down at our invitations.

I changed my mind. I wasn’t looking forward to it. This isn't kind at all, this is her meanest way to rub her victory on every girl in town that didn’t get picked. Felicity sighs, fanning herself with her hand.

"Well, I'm off to go deliver more invitations, no time to waste! Ta-ta, darlings~!"

A wicked smile spread across Felicity's face as she straightens her posture and walks away. We hear her white high-heels click against the tiled floors, before her friends followed after. Bethany curses under her breath and slams her fists against our invitations, making me jump.

"She acts like she's already the queen of the Country!" She lowers her head to cool her anger off. “Why can’t that bitch just be normal for once and be like her sweet mother?”

I sighed softly. Well, at least she has a mother. Bethany seemed to have noticed how crestfallen I looked.

“Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to—” She paused and looked to the side.

“It’s okay!” I reassured her, trying not to make her feel bad. “I was just thinking about something.”

“Zef, I know you’re thinking about your biological parents; I’m sorry but they messed up big time and they don’t deserve to be called your parents.” She spat out, feeling her anger boil up again.

She’s right though, they made a huge mistake. When we started being friends, Bethany asked me if Nanny is my mom. And that was when I told her the sad truth about myself. I was an orphan.

Ever since I was a baby, my biological parents abandoned me.

Nanny had no idea why they did, but she used to be their maid and quit that day to raise me as her own. She even adopted Bryn when I was ten. So, it's just her and Nanny whom I considered family even though we're not blood related. According to Nanny, my real family is famous for being related to one of the seven powerful mages that sealed the monsters away under Mount Ebott. Which explained why I was born with powerful magic. It was a good thing Nanny taught me how to control my magic properly.

The truth is, Nanny’s not human. She’s actually a monster, a Selkie. Which means, she can transform into a seal monster when she swims in the ocean, and a human in dry land. It turns out, Nanny was the one who introduced Asgore to Toriel. She’s been best friends with both of them when they were kids, even before they became king and queen. And because of how much they love her, they gave Nanny a job to be their head maid and their castle steward. However, all of that went down when the humans decided to wage a war against the monsters.

Asgore helped Nanny escape, because she can disguise herself as a human and live the life she desired to have. With a broken heart, she watched all of her kind died, and her friends sealed underground. But all of that ended after Princess Frisk broke the barrier that held all the monsters prisoner. And since then, Nanny was able to speak to Asgore and Toriel again, but they never have the time to see each other personally—their royal duties were far too important to dismiss. So, Asgore and Toriel write letters to Nanny to stay in touch.

No one knows about Nanny’s identity, or who she really is to Asgore and Toriel. And it was best to keep it that way. I quickly check on my iPhone 5s. We have exactly ten minutes before lunch is over. Just then, I hear Felicity and her friends walk by as they chat on about the Selection.

“I wouldn’t boast about getting into the competition easily if I were her,” Bethany finally speaks after cooling down. “The last thing the king and queen needs is a helpless spoiled brat competing against other human mages and monsters. Hell, she’d be squished before she could finish talking about how pretty she is.”

Suddenly, Bethany and I snickered and placed our hands over our mouth. I would pay 50,000 Gold just to see that happen, but I’m a nice person.

I've been raised to have an open mind, to never judge anyone by their looks until you get to know them. And I'm certainly keeping my mind open for the price of becoming the Selected. There have been recent attacks from the demons terrorizing and killing people in the city, and the Palace itself. And not only the kingdom needs a new princess, they need a future queen willing to sacrifice her life to fight for every creature, which adds the pressure to normal human girls that wants to enter just for Prince Asriel's heart or the crown; humans like Felicity in particular.

I looked down at my bag—where my letter was tucked safely. I balled my fingers into a fist, I’m so tired of being scared. I want to help make our country stronger and better. I want to use my magic to fight off the demon army and help Asriel bring peace again. If I can believe in myself, I know I can achieve them all if I just stay determined.

"Bethany? I think it's time for me to stop being afraid and go after what I want." I gave her a stern look and pulled out the envelope that holds the submission to get into the Selection.

She gasps and smirks at me, ruffling my hair around.

"I knew you’d come around. Now punch that brat on the face like a boss and fill up that submission!"

Bethany holds her fist high up at me to show how much she supports me. She pulls her backpack open, rummaging through her stuff until she finally pulls out a pen for me to use. I gladly take it from her and looked at the sweet-scented envelope.

I took a few deep breaths and ripped the envelope open.