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bonewaryreblogs · 1 year ago

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And some more world building stuff! I don't think any of this counts as spoilers so no cut.

Trolls are beings of magic; their very bodies are made of it. Most of their magic manifests as Chaetokinesis (hair manipulation) to perform a variety of functions, such as color-changing, growth, and access to a sort of “hammer space” pocket dimension. Trolls also have access to a universal, reality bending magic via music. This music magic is all about connections; it can help willing participants communicate to a far greater degree than simple speech; it can unite a group to work towards a single purpose, such as building a large structure; it can even control plants, animals, and basic elements to the musician’s will. This access to magic is part of why bergens “feel true happiness” after eating a magic-filled troll.

While hair and music manipulation abilities are common throughout troll-kind, there are 6 “tribes” of trolls with unique physical aspects similar to certain animals. These tribes are, in no particular order, Country (horse/centaur), Techno (fish/dolphin), Funk (llama/camel/giraffe), Classical (bird/bug), Rock (racoon/rat), and Pop (cat/mouse). Some unique abilities include, but are not limited to; techno trolls can breathe on land and in water; funk trolls have insane amounts of stamina and can travel long distances on minimal food/water; country trolls are the fastest runners; rock trolls are the strongest; classical trolls can fly; pop trolls have the widest genetic variety, with more colors and subspecies, like glitter trolls; while pop and rock trolls are the most similar in form, rock trolls are generally twice as big as pop trolls but can’t use their hair as much; etc.

An extension of music magic is the fabled “Perfect Family Harmony”, which is basically regular music magic but dialed up to 11. Among its fabled powers are control over even unwilling participants (potentially even after the song is done), shattering the hardest known substances (from diamonds to castle walls to iron bars), and cheating death (at least for those who have almost/recently died). Because of this, “Family Bands” became popular for a while in the Troll Tree and the scattered communities, hoping to harness the power of the Harmony to escape the bergen threat; BroZone came the closest to achieving it but even they ultimately failed and the band quickly fell apart. These failures forced the trolls to look for alternate escape plans, such as the root tunnels; which ultimately worked, though a portion of trolls were separated from the main group. The Pop String was left behind at the Troll Tree, hoping it would stay hidden there forever, unknowingly protected by the bergens.

These Trolls be Trollin' Me

I have many thoughts about Trolls.

The canon backstory is pretty dark, though the movies themselves cover it up with so much rainbows and glitter that you don't really notice it at first and the dark parts are played for laughs. It's prime real-estate for trauma and drama, though, and the fandom has capitalized on this in a way the movies don't dare touch on. I tend to gravitate to traumatized characters anyways, especially if there are cute aesthetics involved!

So.

Before I can go about rewriting the movies (because of course that's what I'm gonna do lol) I need a solid understanding of the backstory and how the characters got to where they are. And that's what this post is all about! Not sure if any of it counts as spoilers but here's your warning anyways lol...

"Hair we go!"

Before time began, there were… 6 Musical Strings! We know not where they came from, only that they have the power to create worlds, and fill them with life. That is how the race of magical beings known as trolls was born. Like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil, and so began the String War; a war that divided the trolls’ music into genres and ever more niche subgenres, but never again allowed to mix and mashup their flavors of music. Pop trolls, the most likely to shamelessly utilize sounds from other genres, were blamed for the war and the resulting division, eventually being ejected from the greater Troll Kingdom; however, some small, niche subgenres remained, such as Kpop. The remaining troll tribes adopted an “I ignore you, you ignore me” kind of truce, leaving them isolated from each other.

Forced to flee, the pop trolls traveled south, through the Never Glades, and eventually settled in a tropical-type jungle, centered around an ancient, hollow but living, tree they called the Troll Tree; this became their capitol, where the royals resided. They thrived in the thick jungles, innumerable smaller communities developing and working with nature to be able to support their quickly growing numbers, spreading far and wide. Over time, pop trolls thought they were the only trolls there were, forgetting about the other troll tribes in anything but legend; to everyone but the royals, anyways, who handed down the “true” history of the pop trolls.

This was the status quo until the bergens from the west, traveling in tribal groups with nothing to unite them, discovered they could “feel true happiness” by eating a troll. United by their growing appetite for troll, the bergens led a swift campaign to track down the troll capitol and surround it; first with temporary structures but soon with more permanent buildings, including a castle for the newly dubbed “Bergen King” who led the campaign. Trolls were hunted all year, stored at the now caged in Troll Tree, until Trollstice; a yearly feast set up so as to not decimate the troll population.

The troll royals had initially fled the Troll Tree, hoping to come back and free the others later, but King Peppy was eventually captured while holding Poppy’s egg in his hair, separated from his (mortally wounded) queen and eldest daughter, Viva. As he was at the troll tree, Peppy refused to give up and, shortly after Poppy hatched, led those trapped out of the tree via tunnels. Realizing the tree was no longer secure, the Bergen King Gristle Sr. cast out his head chef, who was charged with keeping the trolls in their enclosure, and Trollstice was abandoned only a few years (decades?) after it had become tradition. Long enough that it felt like it was always a part of their culture. Being only recently united, the bergens didn’t have any other set holidays that everyone agreed on either.

BroZone was working on the Perfect Family Harmony, as were many other family bands of the time, hoping to be able to use it to free troll-kind from the Bergen menace. With initially four members, their parents were captured shortly after Branche’s egg was produced and left to oldest brother John Dory and grandma Rosiepuff to raise. Inducted into the band almost immediately (trolls hatch already at the toddler stage), Branch had a few smaller performances with his brothers before they attempted the Harmony again, on the biggest stage they’d seen. When they failed, the older four brothers left Branch with grandma that night and the pair were captured by bergens early the next morning, along with many of the concert goers, having been drawn by the lively concert.

Grandma Rosiepuff was taken by Chef early, along with a few others, leaving Branch newly grey and blaming himself as he runs away on the day of Trollstice. Since there were constantly new trolls at the Troll Tree, those that escaped weren’t all as traumatized by losing family members to Trollstice as they could have been and those that were tended to put on a happy face and “not think about it” but Branch was unable to do that, having sever survivor’s guilt on top of abandonment issues.

#backstory #world building #trolls #dreamworks #non undertale #theory #theory crafting #reverse au

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lynxgriffin · 3 months ago

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I did post it on mine, but it's not getting the kind of traction I'd like for it to. But here it is:

Dr. Gaster didn't fall into the core. He fell into a black hole.

To elaborate, the common theory is that Gaster fell into the CORE and got scattered across space and time. But why would that happen? The CORE's a thermal plant, not some trans-dimensional machine. But see, it's never actually said that he fell into the CORE specifically, all that is said is that he fell into "his creation."

I feel there are two possible machines that this could refer to: the skull-shaped machine in the True Lab, or the machine under the sheet in Sans' basement. I believe it's the one in True Lab. The reason for this is Entry Number 17, the mysterious missing log from the series down in the True Lab. "Dark, darker, yet darker. The darkness keeps growing, the shadows cutting deeper. Photon readings negative. This next experiment will be very, very interesting. What do you two think?" I believe that the "experiment" spoken of is the creation of a black hole. When a black hole exists, everything around it would become darker, as it absorbs all light, right? Additionally, anything that falls into a black hole never returns. Depending on one's interpretation, they may even be scattered across space and time.

Obviously, something went wrong. He fell in, and somehow that machine became damaged so badly that neither of "them" could repair it. This event must have been like a disaster for the rest of the underground, as four others disappeared with him. Or perhaps they are simply reflections of himself onto the people of the world, but I digress. Now, he's fallen beyond the bounds of the game. He's on the outside. He can "see" us, speak to us. Us, these beings who were once so far beyond the realm of his ability to comprehend, are now open for him to communicate with, and the roles are reversed.

Another experiment, Another Him. And this time, we're the variables he's testing on. How

very,

interesting.

☟︎✌︎📪︎ 💣︎✌︎👎︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☹︎⚐︎⚐︎😐︎

Tl;dr: The True Lab machine is a black hole generator, Gaster fell in during an experiment, and that's how he got scattered across space and time, not falling into the CORE. and now we're his next test subjects.

Very interesting! Although, the reason why people say that he fell into the CORE is because the same NPC that says "he fell into his creation" says "they say he created the CORE" two lines previously. It's not a stretch at all to say that the CORE is the creation that he fell into when those two ideas are pretty much said simultaneously! But, on the other hand, how the CORE is supposed to operate is left a bit vague. It could certainly do more than just be a thermal plant. There doesn't seem to be much reason why he would want to make a black hole in the first place unless he's actually a Nomai

For myself, I'm still uncertain yet on whether Undertale and Deltarune Gaster are actually one and the same person...I feel like right now it could go either way. I do absolutely think that DR Gaster is aware of the player and the "real world," considering the twitter takeovers and how Survey Program itself was rolled out. I don't know if it's to necessarily be test subjects for experiments, though. The language that Gaster uses when talking to the player is more...contractual than scientific. He seems to treat the player as a necessary partner or executor, not a test object!

#ask lynx stuff

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right-brain-left-brain · 2 months ago

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Could you tell me about the little snake guy you reblogged my secret boss reactions with?

Yes, and gladly (Sorry for being way late tho!). Buckle up folks, here's another Deltarune fan secret boss from my take that I've been holding on for a good year or so. Though, if you've seen my most recent post, it's now less snake and more apple with a snake for one of its leaves.

Alright, Chapter 4. Chapter 4 (predictably) takes place in the Church. Sure, Saturday isn't the day for Mass, but Deltarune's religion is simply just analogous and inspired by Christiniaty, not directly it. Welp, that's a rant for another day.

Here's some context. A portion of Chapter 4 in my take is going to be some more exploration of Hometown, especially recently accessible areas (at least going by the screenshots from that one newsletter). By the end of this "slice of life" segment, we visit the Church for Deltarune's-religion-Mass, where most of Hometown can be there. In terms of potential extra Lightners, I can see Rudy, Alvin, Catti and Jockington, and maybe Monster Kid (see next paragraph) as choices. Following Chess theory, I believe there would be two "bishops" (or just a two faced guy maybe), though the main boss would be Father Basilicus (who in the Light World is a church altar).

The Church would parallel Waterfall (by the reverse Undertale theory, Chapter 3 is Hotland, while Chapter 2 is the CORE), even having the main "castle area" be named Purewater Cathedrals. The main theme of escapism would still be religion for the most part, but partially influenced by stories/fantasy since Gerson wrote the "Lord of the Hammer" novel. So a Waterfall parallel may make sense for Monster Kid to be involved too? (Edit: This was originally written a year ago and good lord we called Jockington (and maybe Catti) as part of Chapter 4 in a presumably Church based Dark World)

I think I already gave some details on Lucle just yesterday, so let's get to the main parts. The backstory?

The Purewater Cathedrals is the place where all the Darkners of the Holylands (I've got to come up with a better name ngl) convene for their periodic. Darkners of the Holy Lands all gather to worship the Angel (or at least their idea of what the Angel is), as well as receive their blessings. To serve as the Angel's mouthpieces, The Circle of Runes, the Cathedrals' head priests, deliver sermons and recite prayers, touching the heart and souls of their followers. Among the clergy is Basilicus, and Lucle.

Lucle was a preacher who spoke from her heart. Most importantly, she spoke of acts of kindness, of genuineness and returning good favors, for good tidings come around to those who reciprocate. And zhe was a preacher who practiced what zhe preached; from donations to aiding in renovation, to even running an orphanage not far off from the Cathedral, she made sure to do good because he believes there are good in others. Truly, good tidings come around those who reciprocate. For that is what the Angel wants. For that is what can be called love.

Love, how ironic that it can stand for something else.

One night, on an otherwise ordinary Gathering, yet another sermon is delivered as Lucle stood (don't worry, there's a wooden box to help her reach up) behind the podium, recalling an anecdote of one baker who gave away bread not only because he made one too many, but because he want others to not be hungry. An act of kindness. But from the crowd seated on the pews, one strange person, or rather man, stood out. For one brief second, the man looked straight through his eye, his smile appearing almost like cracks on a skull. Though unnerved, quickly brushes it off and continues her sermon, though she swears he could see the peripherals of her sight... darken, even if by a bit. Must be the nighttime, right?

The gathering is closed off peacefully with a prayer recital and blessings from the angel via the Circle of Runes. As the Darkners leave to return home, Lucle spots the mystery man amongst them, seemingly leaving for the Cathedral's door.

The Cathedral has a room where it stores valued antiques and objects for Gatherings or prayers. During her time, Lucle is one of the priests tasked with overseeing and guarding them. Tonight just happens to be her shift. As she finishes and walks off to the Cathedral's halls, she is silently approached by that strange man. The same man who smiled at her like shattered glass. The same man who she thought had left the sermon.

Just a walk away, up a small mountain, a sacred garden lies behind the Cathedral; the Gilded Grove. This too was another part of the church tended to and guarded by the Circle of Runes. Lucle herself was fond of this place, for not only was there a lot of trees and flowers, but she felt much closer to the Angel under the biggest and most sacred tree, the Angel's Boughs. The man suggested that he holds his confession near another tree, however. Before she asked how they'd get through when another member guarded the gates, she was motioned to walk through a gray door that never was there. And now they've reached the garden.

There was a tree of red leaves that didn't look like a tree she knew- actually, was it ever there?

The man came to her to talk about some things. A confession, if one wills. Lucle finds it odd that someone, let alone someone who she believes is a newcomer to the Cathedrals, would want to meet up with one of the clerical staff. Nevertheless, she agreed to the man's request, and allowed him to... "confess", for the lack of a better word. The man happily obliges, and, perhaps in an attempt to help explain his confession produces a small crystal shard, so dark it emanated darkness.

"MY CONFESSION... IS THE REALIZATION OF KNOWLEDGE. KNOWLEDGE NOT OF THESE... WORLDS."

Motioned to watch into the crystal, Lucle looks and sees... visions? For one, a room. One not unlike the architecture of the Holylands, from the houses of common Darkners, to the Purewater Cathedrals itself, yet so different. Despite the similarity, it felt alien. But the other thing she saw...

"MY SIN... IS KNOWING LOVE. AND LOSING THE POWER TO WARN OTHERS"

The strange man spoke, almost like he's narrating it. This second vision, the dagger cutting through them, dust where there once were someones... How could someone mercilessly lay a hand on those creatures? Those people? Those with friends and family, who have either fled in fear or fallen the same? All to fulfils this "LOVE".

This isn't love. Love is cherishing your close ones, love is helping someone as best as you could from the bottom of your heart, love is peacefully resolving conflict, love is giving to those in need, love is sheltering the weak. Love is passing the blessings of the Angel. Love is... kindness.

The next day, on another Gathering, Lucle made her way to the podium. Some of the other members of the Circle noticed a small change in her. She's never seem so split before. How long did she cry for tear stains to still be there? Halley and (The) Belfriar were the first to notice; it seemed like one of her leaves took on a snake-like shape. When did that happen? Even her leaves took on the same colors from the Angel's Boughs light green and gold foliage, a most sacred tree's likeness. No one, no matter how pious to the Angel they are, could possibly ever touch one. Lucle's fellow priests simply brushed off the snake-like leaf as something to entertain the kids. Kids can be fickle, so they need something to hold their attention for lessons and stories, right? She has time and time always agreed to make sure that the children stay in the right path, after all.

Then, the sermon...

Not one word was uttered under the premise of guidance, enlightenment, and counsel. No, these were manic ramblings of true love and LOVE, and the distinctions only made sense to her. She preaches about how he can see a "meter by everyone's name", and how the more LOVE they have compared to genuine kindness, the more the Angel abandons this world for another one. In fact, speaking of the Angel, there truly was no good intention behind their will. The Angel brought forth the Holy Lands not to grant them the joy of living and salvation under servitude, but because of... fun. The Angel brought them to life for its own amusement, and in one vision did she see a world where the Angel descended to lay waste on the Holy Lands with a misguided prophet.

It was then when she realized that she has now been pitted against the people she once tended to via service as a price for true enlightenment. The Man offered a bite of the forbidden fruit, and fall she did. Heavy is the bitter truth, the heaviest weight to tether faith itself.

In a place so dark, darker than even the steps below the spires, a fallen priestess woke up with barely any recollection. Sealed for the truths she learned, abandoned by her fellow devotees, and discarded for what she swore (from the bottom of her heart) wasn't heresy. Every now and then, the second leaf whispers her own guilt and other terrible things to her. Even if her descent is locked behind amnesia.

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Now, for the (still unpolished) gameplay stuff.

In battle, you'll alternate between the Red and Green SOUL, though most attacks use the latter SOUL mode. Pressing the Z button charges up a shield spin to counter otherwise unavoidable attacks. The battle will also have Green bullets, which (if you remember from Undertale) can heal you, so try not to block those out.

Getting to her battle would involve undergoing a night vigil, holding a "Warding Candle" as you scale up from the Depths to the Angel's Boughs, a great sacred tree central to the Holy Lands' beliefs (in the Light World, this would be Gerson's hammer). Getting to eat a fruit from the tree would be a snake minigame where you have to score a certain point (her little snake bow thingy would be able to stretch). Eat enough fruits and, well...

In terms of speech quirk, she'd sometimes speak in quotations and put numbers in the end of each quoted sentences, as if they're bible verses, though the second number is always 17. Also, on verses that are in multiples of 6 (6, 12, 18, 24, so on), she'd say something that borders on 4th wall breaking lore bombs, if not actually breaking it. Kind of like those religious edutainment cartoons since that's what she is in the Light World.

I guess I could leave a mini recap of what each of the mentioned darkners' Light World counterparts are:

Basilicus (main boss): Church altar

Lucle (secret boss): Confiscated kid's book

Halley (shopkeep): Whatever Deltarune's equivalent of tarot cards are

Belfriar (both the species and the main one): Church bells

So yeah... that was a long one. This should be my take on the Chapter 4 secret boss. Again, sorry if it took ages to get this out, especially with the actual Chapter 4 dropping, but hopefully that clears things up. Now, I should be on my way to- Wait...

...Who's that..?

#deltarune #deltarune oc #deltarune secret boss theory #deltarune chapter 4 #deltarune church dark world #Lucle #So sorry that this took much longer than needed to release #Elymas and Lucle interactions have now entered my brain

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kekeartzworld · 11 months ago

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Personal Theory

I really, REALLY need an excuse to explain an FPE related theory that came to my mind recently

I get the feeling that Oliver/Katie was likely raised by goats

This is most evident in this artwork (which is official from Kaaatie btw) where Oliver/Katie is seen with Baphomet (the black goat on the left) as well as an unnamed white female goat character to the right (which I’d assume would be Baphomet’s wife)

Undeterred, the lore for FPE/Kaaatie’s universe is pretty confusing to put together as whole but I feel that this makes a lot of sense considering how Baphomet and this other female goat seem to act like parents to Oliver/Katie

I can further back this with a fan comic I found on Pinterest

Though I’ve found the original artist credit through a reverse image search on Google and the comic was made by twowo9 on Twitter/X

The short comic shows Oliver/Katie being sad that she doesn’t have horns like her adoptive parents do

Upon seeing this, Baphomet and the unnamed female goat feel bad and the white female goat gives Oliver/Katie the headband she is always seen wearing in official art that has the horns on it

There is also another drawing from the same fanartist as the previously shown comic depicting the white female goat brushing out Oliver/Katie’s hair while she’s talking about Alice, Aiden, and Conner

I don’t personally think it’s as much of an Undertale reference as it is perhaps simply taking inspiration

This doesn’t seem to be the first time Kaaatie’s taken inspiration from a popular piece of media as it could also be inferred that Lana’s design could’ve been inspired by Arts and Crafters from Baldi’s Basics

Screenshot from Lana’s page from the FPE wiki shown as proof

Please PLEASE hear me out on this theory cuz this makes a lot of sense to me personally

This is all I needed to talk about here

So YEAH

That’s all!

GOOD BYE!!!

#fundamental paper education #fundamental paper education theory #fpe theory #fpe oliver #fpe baphomet #we seriously need a name for the white female goat #please agree with me on this istg #cuz I’ve gathered a lot of good evidence for this #even if most of it is fanmade #this is a valid theory right???#I don’t even know shit anymore #I just kinda feel stupid at this point #keke’s stupid rambling

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winglesspenny64 · 1 month ago

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Deltarune Theory? Prediction?

eh doesn't matter what i call this, but recently since ive been getting back into undertale/deltarune ive been thinking about the soul gameplay

[⚠️ There will be spoilers for Undertale and Deltarune ⚠️]

mostly because of chapter 3 of deltarune is most likely going to have the secret boss center around the green soul

and the growing theory that the order of the souls that secret bosses center around would be the reverse of the order of the souls that omega flowey cycles through

most of the souls have specific gameplay that mostly centers around their weapon in undertale

and also can be generalized to a game genre (but that doesn't matter as much)

(also the Nintendo Switch soul color doesn't count)

except 2

Bravery 🧡

and Patience 🩵

now there probably (a very slight chance) isn't going to be any secret bosses for Chapter 6 and 7, as thats probably where the climax is

(although it's still kinda weird how these 2 souls only get delegated to attack types, maybe toby didn't have any ideas)

im still gonna think about what could be, because its either this or flowey posting

now what are my ideas for Bravery and Patience?

lets start with Bravery, because if im right, this will come before Patience

and its easier

heres the 2 ideas

the first idea is a simple dash, but i realized that it might not fit with the rest of the souls

so instead you would have a giant fist to break stuff (like how the yellow soul shoots cyan attacks)

also if fits with Bravery's weapon, the glove

next is Patience

which was very hard to think of any ideas

but i still came up with something

the idea is that you would throw yourself from box to box, like how the mad dummy would throw their knife (because Patience's weapon is the toy knife)

but i feel like its eh

so i got one of my friends @failmeep to help, because ik they knew stuff about undertale too

so with the base from my old idea, we came up with this

its similar to my idea, but without the box, and you could use this to destroy yellow attacks, but you can only move with this "spin dash", you can't move normally

so yeah

those were my (and meeps kinda too) ideas for the 2 soul gameplays for Deltarune

thanks to @failmeep for helping me with Patience's gameplay ^^

#deltarune #undertale #deltarune predictions

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under-lore · 2 years ago

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How much merit did "Star is Chara's theme" have really ?

The music of Undertale is quite renown for a number of things, from its quality to its abundant usage of leitmotifs.

However, there are a few tracks which went under the radar, such as the ones that went unused in the final release of the game.

One of such tracks was "Star".

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This particular unused track found itself in an intriguing situation when it became the center of one of Undertale's biggest fully soundtrack-based theories of the early fandom.

The theory suggested that "Star" may have been an unfinished version of what could have been a Chara theme before the idea was eventually scrapped before mounting up to anything concrete.

That theory was based around the way Toby Fox makes his music and the way it correlates to his characters.

For instance, from its rhythm to its instruments and its intensity or even its fairly epic/heroic yet pretty chaotic & impulsive nature, Spear of justice has "Undyne" written all over it it countless ways. It isn't just an Undyne-associated song, the song literally feels like Undyne. It is a musical representation of Undyne and the situation she finds herself in at the moment. And that is how a lot of Toby's music is written.

Even someone who has never heard the song and knows nothing about Undertale, if given a description of each of the main characters and asked of which one was this a theme of, would easily find the right answer.

This particularity comes from a few things, such as the fact that Toby confessed that he actually often makes the music first and then creates the scene around it by taking inspiration from the music.

And so, in the case of character themes, it means that Toby Fox songs end up being filled with hidden details and tones that are relevant to a character's personality, backstory, psyche, etc... And thus makes the songs a lot closer to the characters.

Due to this, a number of fans tried to reverse engineer some of the unused songs using this technique in order to try and figure out what they might have been for, and "Star" was the one that stood out.

The reason why it stood out was because the fans did believe they were able to find such connections between "Star" and the first fallen human.

Some of the ties they proposed between the song and the character were :

The song starts out with a sad/depressing tone similar to grief or regret, seen as possibly alluding to how Chara's plan was a failure (that Flowey came to cruelly regret), and how it caused the kingdom to fall into despair after their death.

In addition, the song has a very strong "echo" effect, which is also often associated with the idea of death as well as that of the consequences of the past coming back to you. Two things that Chara as a character is also associated with.

But it soon begins to obtain an uplifting and hopeful undertone as the song goes on. This can be attributed both to Chara being seen as the future of humans and monsters, but also to their newfound "reincarnation" allowing them a new second chance at existence.

The combinaison of the previous two things makes the song feels somewhat confused before it finds itself a stable path. Which could also be tied to Chara's words at the of genocide. (but that one is a bit more of a stretch)

The song overall just has a very similar vibe to "his theme", Chara's best friend. As Toby likes to have musical similarities between themes of characters that are closely tied together.

The song is just long enough so that it could have fit to play during the chara flashbacks scenes at the end of pacifist if we were to add back the unused few more images that were going to be in there originally. (Side note : this being the case would give point n°3 a very toby-esque double meaning too. With Chara being there both in Asriel's memory and reincarnated)

Some claim that the instruments used in the song can tie it to the Dreemurr family, however my ear is not good enough to tell wether this point is actually valid or just a rumor.

The song starts off weak in intensity, but begins to grow stronger after a click that radically changes the song's overall feeling. (the same one that was proposed to be about their reincarnation.) This was suggested to be a reference to Chara's words about power at the end of the genocide route.

That the name of the song is "Star" in the first place, as there also happens to be a star named "Chara" not all that far from our solar System. On top of that, this particular constellation is known for having a top/northern dog star, and a south/lower dog star. Our Chara star is the lower dog Star, which could be interpreted as a metaphor for being a human yet living in the underground.

...Which isn't that for bad for a track that only lasts like 30 seconds.

So due to these reasons and to the fact that the song clearly seemed unfinished, it quickly became a popular theory that the song was supposed to be related to Chara in some way, with the flashbacks at the end of pacifist being a prime suspect for its intended scrapped use.

However, some time later, this screenshot came along :

The reliability of this screenshot is to be taken with a grain of salt, as there are many rumors that this screenshot may have been fake, and i have not been able to properly identify the source of these rumors. And besides, a private e-mail isn't something that can be easily verfied the existence of.

But all that aside, the e-mail seems to say that before it was scrapped, the usage of 'Star' was actually attempted for the fight against Madjick, a regular enemy from near the end of the game.

Although technically not fully disproving it (as the fact that Toby makes the music first & it not fitting Madjick much or just overall that regular enemies don't usually have such unique themes might let one argue that it was first made for something other than Madjick, then was used for Madjick before being removed.), the way that Toby appears to talk about it seems to imply that there isn't really more to the song than that, and thus that the theory would just be wrong after all.

Since then, the theory was pretty much left as is, slowly fading away in popularity over time.

Was this theory correct ? Whilst we will probably never be sure, the answer is most likely no. I wouldn't bet on it, at least.

However, no matter wether this was all ultimately just a coincidence or not, one thing which remains true is that the music certainly does sound quite close to how one would have expected a Chara version of "his theme" from Toby to sound like.

The same cannot be said for other fanon Chara associated themes, such as "Megalo strike back". While Toby did make this song, this was not the song's intended name and it didn't have anything to do with Undertale.

I find it unfortunate that people went fishing this far on Toby's archives for a song to make fanon Chara content around when Star was right here in the Undertale game files for the taking and would have been a more fitting choice overall.

By default of being an actual Chara song, Star still had everything one would need to build good Toby-like fanon Chara songs around at the very least. But this opportunity went surprisingly under-exploited under Megalo strikes back's shadow.

It doesn't mean there aren't any Chara fanthemes using Star, though.

For instance, Undertale bits & pieces made this Genocide Chara theme using the Star leitmotif among a couple others. I believe it is an example of using Star as an inspiration done well !

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minunwithacannon · 14 days ago

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Deltarune Secret Bosses: Carnival of the Animals Pt 1.

I'm gonna put Reverse Boss Order/Reverse Undertale Theory on the backburner for today and talk about something else I need to get off my chest before 3 and 4 come out.

Before I can talk about the Secret Bosses, I need to talk Kris and Berdly. Berdly has a long monologue where he says he used to be a forgettable bluebird. Despite the fact that he is literally a blue bird, he's not talking literally when he says that word (at least not entirely).

He calls Kris a Bluebird too. What that metaphor exactly means is a little up in the air. He calls himself that before he won a spelling bee which got him attention. With that in mind, let's compare Kris's room in their house compared to the Castle.

The room in their house has a barren shelf compared to the one in the Castle which is filled with achievements. Ralsei at least thinks Kris has an issue with the barren shelf.

The exact meaning isn't super important to this post, as much as I'm trying to show that bluebird is a metaphor that applies to both Kris and Berdly. Likewise, they can also be described as Puppets. Kris gets puppeted around by us, while Berdly gets controlled by Queen.

"Bluebird" and "Puppet" are both words that describe Spamton. I've made a post talking about the puppet part before. I mostly want to focus on Bluebird for now.

Spamton Neo has wings and blue eggs. He shares the idea of being a puppet with Kris and Berdly. I think regardless of the exact meaning of the metaphor, he is supposed to share the idea of being a bluebird with Kris and Berdly too.

Does this tell us anything about the other Secret Bosses? The thing is, Jevil does have an animal metaphor too. It's brief, but there is a metaphor that compares him to an animal, and connects him to at least one member of the party.

Shark.

The meaning of this one I think is fairly straightforward. Sharks are dangerous and will mess you up if you mess with them on their turf. I've stated in a previous post that I think the "Prisoner" aspect of Jevil is meant to parallel with the Player's predicament at the end of Chapter 1. But the fact that Spamton has thematic parallels with Kris and Berdly, means that having thematic parallels with multiple characters isn't off the table. The exact specifics aren't so important at the moment.

What's important is that Jevil does have an animal metaphor. Which will lead us to the inspiration for this post.

Our good FRIEND. Toby updated the Spamton Sweepstakes in the lead up to Chapters 3 and 4 releasing. One of the pages "rarecats" will eventually display the FRIEND if you keep clicking on cats long enough. The association with cats is one thing. But someone pointed out a small detail that has been stuck in my mind ever since.

Catti has both Pink and Yellow in her design. For the longest time, I was convinced by the idea that the FRIEND wasn't actually real. Spamton arguably does a fair amount of connections to cats. But the renewed emphasis on the FRIEND on a page that was connected to one about Catti gnawed away at me once that color scheme was pointed out.

I have a lot of thoughts about the FRIEND, but they're getting their own post. We don't know enough about Catti to say what "Cat" means, but let's stick with this connection for now. Other posters have pointed out a potential connection between this smile and the Cheshire Cat of Alice In Wonderland and a potential pattern with the Secret Bosses and Gaster all representing Storybook Characters). Not a lot to go off of, but enough for me to believe it's possible that "Cat" may mean something the way "Shark" and "Bluebird" do.

If the FRIEND is the Chapter 3 Secret Boss and meant to parallel with Catti, it is weird that we'd fight it before Catti takes center stage. I have thoughts on that matter, but they're going to be part of the second part of this post. For now, let's assume that these two ideas will be true. And let's move on to Chapter 4. We know of one of Kris's classmates that is confirmed to be a part of Chapter 4.

Jockington. Now "Snake" is a word that is loaded with meaning. Particularly with everything pointing to a Church backdrop for Chapter 4. However, there's not that much we know about Jockington yet. How much metaphors around "Snakes" apply to Jockington is still up in the air. But there is one scene of him in Chapter 4 we have.

Yes. Really. Why do I bring this up?

Well... he's not the first bearded reptile we've met.

I lied. It's always about Reverse Undertale Theory with me.

Part 2 will talk about the Carnival Aspect, how it relates to our FRIEND and my one concern with Reverse Undertale Theory.

#deltarune theory #reverse boss order theory #reverse undertale theory #berdly deltarune #kris deltarune #catti deltarune #jockington deltarune #spamton neo #jevil deltarune #deltarune

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mochi-munchies · 10 months ago

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Practice Prologue: How to Snag Yourself a Dadmare! (Fanfic)

This is basically a pilot chapter or unofficial prologue to a fanfic I have in my backburner (the number is so big 😭). The plot summed up is basically if the Murder Trio sought out Nightmare to be their boss instead of Nightmare collecting them as his minions. A Reverse AU, if you will. (The reason I'm posting it here instead of AO3 is bc I'm honestly not quite happy with the result and feel it fits more as a beta version of the work.)

Fandom: Undertale (UTMV)

TAGS/WARNINGS: Canon-typical Violence, The Stars being Annoying, Minor Gore Mention (if you think about it), Sprinkles of Angst, Gratuitous Amounts of Banter, I'm Really Bad at Doing Killer's POV.

Word Count: 5937

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When one first started up establishing themselves in the multiverse, it was greatly advised to take those delicate, tentative steps under the guiding hand of another veteran Outcode - or if someone was incredibly lucky, under the wing of one of the few gods who not only possessed an impossible amount of understanding to the happenings of the multiverse, but could even bend it to their will within a certain degree.

The gods, after all, were respected far and wide for their power for a reason, and those who were fortunate enough to gain their interest were often destined to be favored among the multiverse's inhabitants and the Creators alike. Though whether the latter resulted in more suffrage or not was really up to the luck of the draw.

But even with such guidance, the road taken in traveling the multiverse was never without great risk of peril and danger. The multiverse was surprisingly cruel despite its inhabitants themselves not often being as such, and all it could take is a single misstep to send you hurtling into the void.

Still, with a good head on their shoulders and a healthy dose of determination, even the most unlikely of schmucks could last a week outside of their AU, at the very least. Maybe.

Not that anybody was around to tell Killer these things when his AU first glitched out and spat him into some no-name alternative timeline of Candytale.

Which, for the record, was weird as fuck. He spent four days at the very least wondering if this was like some kind of major psychotic breakdown, albeit a low-key hyperrealistic one.

Maybe smoking four packs of dog treats in one sitting was a really bad idea. Maybe this was Chara’s one last parting shot for stealing the RESET. Maybe this was his subconsciousness’ way to process through his trauma or some bullshit. Mmn, all good theories, but they never really did much to explain why there was another him included in this strange reality mixup.

Though, not like watching Gumdyne - heh, still funny - melt into a deformed.. sticky.. syrupy puddle of sugar goo wasn’t enough to shake him out of his funk. Like, the regular melting blood and bones took a while to lose its gross factor on him, but this was an entirely different kind of yuck.

Especially when some Temmies started scuttling in from out of nowhere licking the shit up, that was kinda much.. even for him.

He tried a few things at first, like RESETing a few times, trying out a few genocide runs, he even let Asgorito - seriously, who came up with this shit? - kill him a couple of times before he finally came to the conclusion that, yo, maybe there was something more at play here than a few screws being loose in his noggin.

As he lay there, surrounded by the sugary wreckage of what used to be ‘Minthee Town’ - which was an absolute garbage ass name, the atrocity wasn’t even a proper pun, it was practically sacrilege - anyway, he had an epiphany.

He knew of there being such a thing as alternative timelines. He went through the whole science phase, after all, back when he was still a hopeful little bag o’ bones with a future set in his sights. At least.. before the incident with Gas- NOPE! Been there, done that! Didn’t need that particular memory springing up again!

…Where was he going with this again..? Oh, yeah! The fact that he was stuck within a transdimensional nightmare! Right, if this wasn’t a warped figment of his mind again, then the logical explanation would likely have something to do with the timeline itself.

But what if there was more than that..? What if this goofy candy hell-ucination, was in actuality, an alternative universe? Because there was no way there was a path where the kid somehow made everyone reinvent themselves as tacky snacks for shits and giggles.

Shit.

The idea sent a shiver down his spine as he gazed out at the ruins of Minthee Town. Soul cycling into a fuzzy mess as his teeth chattered in a physical tic, he could somewhat distantly feel the freezing burn of his hate splattering down his cheeks as he considered all of the possibilities.

So much FUN..!

It took a lot of fucking around to figure it out. But, finally, Killer pieced together the basics of this alternate universe. This was a reality, a world with its own rules and physics and inhabitants. And most importantly, it had its own loopholes! Now THAT he had to take some special time with!

Before this entire mess began, he remembered the last memory he had before everything turned upside down. It was a few days after his last genocide run, the Underground was void of all life, and the world - figuratively speaking - was his stage. So of course, he did what anybody else would do..

He jumped off the craggy area’s peak and LOADed his save file on repeat to keep himself stuck in a perpetual loop of falling!

The adrenaline rush was therapeutic. Not as great as a mid-fight exchange of blows, but it was the best substitute he could think up at the time.

And somewhere during his antics, the save file gave off an off-tune ding as the entire world around him shuddered unsettlingly. Next thing he knew, he was in candy world.

So, if it was the weird bug that happened back then that caused him to be dropped into an alternative universe, theoretically, he just had to do something equally as dumb to get himself into another new timeline!

And thus, Killer, the timeline jumping, genocidal maniac was born! And boy! Was it fun! Especially after he learned that the machine the old man left behind in the basement could be used to similar, less exhausting effect! (Which was great because he was starting to run out of high places to jump off of in the Underground.)

The thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline when he found a new kind of toy to take apart and use up to its fullest! Nothing could ever beat it! Although..

There were times where he found himself thinking that something was missing, somehow..

No matter how many bodies he went through, how much EXP he racked up in his runs, the euphoric rush was definitely losing its buzz, and his emotions were slowly breaking out the ice of apathy as the something he was missing became more and more prevalent.

He was sure he was going to lose whatever was left of his mind, at this rate.

Until he met them.

~ ~ ~

It was a chance encounter, as most significant events tend to be in the chaotic fabric of the multiverse. Despite the near limitless potential brought about by countless worlds reaching across the yawning void and grasping the power to cross over the dimensional plane, outside of the more ‘popular’ worlds, interactions between travelers were embarrassingly rare as they were often messy. Again, not like anyone was around to tell him all this shit at the time.

But Killer being the lucky duck he was, somehow beat those odds not even a full month after his antics began.

It was like any other day. He had just jumped into a new timeline, expecting to distract himself in the usual rush of short-lived blood and dust.

Only to find that someone had already beat him to it.

He didn’t think too much about it at the time, figuring the human of the world was probably in the middle of their own little killing spree. Yet, as he sped walked somewhat impatiently through the petrified woods, he came to a stop as he noticed the dark figure slouching in front of the bridge.

"You're not from here," Dust's voice echoed faintly, emotionally dead and flatter than MTT’s ass. The edgelord couldn’t even be bothered to lend him a glance, which - rude - rubbed Killer the wrong way.

The skeleton in front of him had a sizable amount of LV. More than what was possible in a single Underground, and he immediately recognized the other as something similar to himself. But Killer wasn’t too worried about his chances.

He didn’t know how long this guy was at the game, but his LV was nowhere near his, if he could feel it so strongly from this distance, that either meant he hadn’t accumulated enough to warrant teaching himself to suppress it, or the bastard’s stats hadn’t burnt out yet. He was clearly at the advantage here.

Killer palmed the knife in his hoodie pocket, mulling over his options. “Neither are you,” he quipped. His grin twitching upwards as the atmosphere grew dense with killing intent, his soul wobbled in excitement, as if wanting to taste the preludes to their combined violence.

Finally, something to spice things up a bit!

Thank the stars, it’s been getting harder and harder to find a good distraction.

He stepped closer in eagerness, posed ready for anything. Squeezing the hilt of his knife as the other skeleton finally straightened up and regarded the other with a dull stare.

“..You’re a monster,” Dust stated. Factually. Dead. Not even spoken as an accusation.

“So are you,” Killer chuckled, toeing just a bit further as he prepared himself for a lunge. Should he start off old-fashioned with the Blaster barrage, or kick things off with a good slice-and-jab? He cocked his head, feigning curiosity, “What’s your game, pal? You here for some fun, too?”

Dust’s face scrunched up in faint distaste at his words, though his empty sockets did nothing to betray any emotion. It was like looking in a strangely warped mirror now that he thought about it. One expressive and devoid of anything, the other too burnt out to showcase anything but stoicism.

"Fun?" he echoed, the word tasting bitter in his mouth. "There's nothing fun about this."

..Huh. Dust’s words hung heavy in the stale air, the weary bitterness in that statement so strong that it even managed to break past his lofty dissociation for a moment. Giving Killer pause.

For a brief moment, he felt the other giving off the same emptiness growing inside of him. And for some reason, that pissed him off big time.

He didn’t like it. Felt too much like the old him.

Without any hesitation, Killer rushed forwards to stab the offensive fucker.

And the rest was history.

After that, it was like the two were somehow linked by some invisible force. Always running into each other at the absolute worst times. Whether it be during a bad clash with the locals or during a particularly bad LV rush, it always ended up in a fight between the two that resulted in more and more insults landing than actual blows.

Dust couldn’t stand Killer’s flippant decadence as much as Killer couldn’t stand his self-righteous and equally self-destructive nihilism.

Yet, no matter how much they couldn’t stand the other, there was an undeniable but fundamental change as things fell into a routine. Each encounter seemed to escalate into verbal sparring and sometimes outright physical skirmishes, yet they somehow - miraculously, one could say - managed to survive each other’s onslaughts.

And every time they walked away, they were inadvertently already looking towards the next time, thinking to the future- which was something neither had done for such a long time. Honestly, Killer nearly shocked himself into a coma when he realized what it was that he had been missing before, why neither could outright finish off the other and end the game.

It was the feeling of having a playmate.

Chara - as much as Killer was all too proud to be rid of the little shit - was good at keeping things interesting. Especially considering how they were limited to the one timeline at the time. It’s incredible the kid managed to keep him entertained for so damn long looking back on it. But Dust was a different kind of fun. He brought a new dynamic to the game, challenging him more in ways that were more than just physical. It was mental. Emotional. As much as Killer hated the word and everything associated with it.

It was riskier, more high stakes than if it was just his life on the line. Because at the end of it all, Killer could always RESET. His mortality was a thing of the past now. His emotions, however, was a bomb lying under the table. Dust knew how to drag them out of their grave and expose them for all to see, and taking the bet to see if he’d be able to rebury them again and again sent a special kind of thrill through him every time.

There were times he had caught himself thinking about the other skeleton more times than he cared to admit.

And as months transitioned to years, Killer found himself drawn to Dust's unpredictability and mystery. Dust, on the other hand, though initially repulsed by Killer's carefree attitude towards violence, began to see a twisted sort of honesty in Killer's actions. At least someone could still enjoy his jokes. They were both monsters, yes, but where Dust saw only despair and inevitability, Killer saw opportunity and freedom. They pushed each other to confront uncomfortable truths about themselves and their existence in the multiverse.

It wasn't until one particularly brutal skirmish that the third member of their future trio entered the picture.

~ ~ ~

They just so happened to have been in Horrortale at the time. Once again falling into a spat over something neither could even remember now. Not like it was anything important, what Killer did remember was that he just wanted a good fight. Something Dust could only ever give him when he was forced full-throttle.

Killer’s laughter echoed eerily through the trees as he dodged another volley of attacks from Dust, his knife flashing in the dim light of the Underground. “Come on, Dusty! You can do better than that!” he taunted, his voice dripping with gleeful malice as the flaky snow crunched beneath their shoes.

The other skeleton summoned a furious wave of bones in response, his face set in a taut grimace that grit with anger when the bastard simply danced between the trees, making it difficult for the constructs to land. “Shut up and fight, you damn psychopath!” he spat, frustration and anger fueling his attacks.

Killer giggled with an exaggerated waggle of his sockets as he wove behind another tree, only to lean out with a shit eating grin as he felt the killing intent soak up the surrounding area. “Aw, don’t be like that, Dusty! What’s wrong? Can’t keep up?” He dipped back when a slew of bones were fired, teleporting to the other side of Dust before brandishing his knife.

Dust barely managed to block the attack with another bone - pah, the guy really relied on his magic too much - gritting his teeth as the force pushed him back. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain.

Killer only laughed in response, a wild, unhinged sound that didn’t make it far through the stale, dead air. “Oh, I know! And that’s why you love me!” Expecting the slash, Killer skipped back and watched cheekily as Dust proceeded to charge him.

“You son of a-!”

CHNK..!

Without so much as a warning, it was at that moment a sizable hatchet whizzed out from the darkness of the trees and embedded itself within a trunk. Just shy of lopping Dust’s head clean off, if it weren’t for his quick flash of blue magic to manually pull his body away.

Killer hadn’t even noticed it until it landed right where his own head used to be. A double miss.

He shivered as he stared at the rusty weapon, feeling excitement wrack through his body as his LV pumped up in anticipation. He probably would’ve died if that was aimed at him first.

Neither of them thought much of it back then. How easily they side-stepped as one and stood together, brandishing their weapons without even the slightest consideration of the other taking advantage of the opportunity to stick it in their back.

“Show yourself, you dirty cheat!”

At first there was nothing. Just dead silence from the vacant forest until someone lumbered out from one of the closer trees.

Emerging from the shadows was a hulking figure, his single eyelight gleaming dimly in his socket as he stared the pair down with a mix of amusement and disdain. His expression was one of a very tight, very sharp smile, too rigid to fool anybody, as if a tired mask that was worn too many times before.

"You two.. done screwing around?" His voice rumbled like an avalanche, low and authoritative. Killer felt a shiver go down his spine as that eyelight dilated, staring them down in a way that made himself feel pinned under a microscope despite the lack of a CHECK.

It made him uneasy. “Hey pal, nobody ever told you it was bad manners to crash a party? Not even gonna invite yourself first, big guy?” Killer’s grin twitched wider, regaining its manic edge even as he felt the buzz of LV slowly dropping from the high. “What’s your deal?”

Dust shuffled a bit uneasily beside him, likely feeling the same wrongness he was getting from the giant. Though of course he was saying that a bit dramatically, as the stranger was probably only a head or two taller than himself. Maybe up to Undyne’s chin if he was being generous.

But, to be fair, a head or two was a lot for bags of bones like them..

The skeleton sighed, as if already annoyed with them, "my deal is.. I'm tired of hearing you two idiots fucking around in my forest... These are my hunting grounds.. and no humans are gonna come by with all your bullshit."

Dust's sockets narrowed, but there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "It’s Horror.. right? Heard stories about you.. Though, I thought you'd be.. taller."

The skeleton - or Horror - snorted, a hint of humor in his eyes. "And cruder and uglier and dumb as a rock, I bet?" His socket curled up into a crescent as his grin broadened somewhat mean spiritedly. “Sorry I’m not the.. hulking, stupid bonehead you were expecting,” he teased with a dry snicker.

Hm..? There seemed to have been a story there, or maybe an inside joke? He’d have to remember this exchange the next time he caught Dust in an amendable mood. It seemed like something that could be useful to have in future encounters.

Because he’d surely be making a return trip if that initial toss was more than a fluke…

“Ey.” He perked up, not having noticed that he had been drifting off in his mind until Dust not-too gently elbowed his rib, snapping him back into the moment to find Horror giving him a grin.

“Heh.. easy there pal… I know I’m handsome and all, but I don’t think you’re my type.”

Killer's grin only widened at Horror's taunts, the tension in the air somehow diffusing through the newcomer’s unusually relaxed and strange demeanor. Which he would later learn was due to the fact that the guy had no fucking magic, what the fuck. "Is that so? Your loss then.”

They were getting too comfortable..

Killer twirled the knife in his hand, subconsciously putting himself back in the mindset for a hard, dirty fight, ”So, big guy, you here to join the fun, or are you just gonna stand there and glare at us all day?"

Horror growled, eyelight narrowing as if he was disgusted by the suggestion. “Depends… Are you brats always this loud.. or is today an unlucky occasion?”

Dust tensed beside Killer, sensing some shift in Horror that Killer must’ve missed as his LV suddenly flared up in brief warning, letting the intent bleed out just a bit more threateningly as if to ward off some rabid animal. "..We don't back down from a fight," Dust muttered, his grip tightening on his bone construct.

Immediately, he recognized the stance Dust was falling into. Knew the moment he kicked off, the bastard would spring forwards and swipe with his magic attack, only to nail him with a hidden construct spearing out from the snow at his feet .

Killer braced himself, feeling the instinct to follow Dust’s intuition and using it as an excuse to test out the new toy. "Well then, big guy, let's see what you've got!" Without warning, Killer launched himself at the other, Dust following not too far behind.

They had their asses handed to them, in the end. Though, Horror wouldn’t walk away afterwards without his own wounds to lick- courtesy of one clever crack across the chin from Dust’s sneaky usage of Killer’s knife, but that didn’t discount the fact that they lost! Ugh, and the bastard didn’t even kill them afterwards! He just gave them a stupid warning before watching them slink out of the AU.

Ugh! He’ll have to pay the bastard back twice over next time! The sour ache in his bones only fuelled the sentiment, angry and spitting at having all of his hard work in winding Dust up to that point having been utterly wasted. Leaving his LV unfulfilled and pulsing like an open wound.

Well.. At least this could only be the worst of it.

~ ~ ~

Things only got worse from there, as his little jaunts across the dimensions finally seemed to catch the attention of the.. Star Sanses. Which, for the record, was the corniest ass name he had ever heard. They sounded like some cheesy music group, and certainly looked the part with those vomit-inducing colors.

Who the fuck even dressed in yellow, unironically..? That was like, the ugliest color of all time and the idiot had literally draped himself in it!

Admittedly, finding himself on the run as some kind of world-hopping criminal was cool as fuck.. For about a week. There were only so many times he could listen to the yellow idiot’s self-righteous and pitying monologues before wanting to stab out his ear canals- or more preferably the twat’s ribcage.

Besides, once he found out that the idiots were less about fighting and more dead set on ‘returning him to his rightful AU!’ All the fun and games were sucked right out of it.

The day Killer went back to that brain-rotting, monotonous, day-by-day, script-driven mockery of a life would be the day he RESET for the last time. And he was certain the sentiment was well shared, if Dust’s absolute frustration upon any mention of them was anything to go by.

Unfortunately, avoiding the goody-goodies - or ridding himself of them altogether - was something easier said than done. Because as much as they were naive, and overly optimistic, and laughably underleveled, one thing they were not was incompetent. Because apparently, two out of the three Sanses, were in fact not real Sanses, but Gods.

“Wait, waitwait waitwait wait.” He ignored the warning sneer Dust leveled him with for his theatrics, actually focusing more on their discussion for once than the idea of driving Dusty boy up a wall. “There’s Gods? Like- Gods exist, for real?” He had to grit his teeth to hide the doubtful laughter in his tone, though judging from the way Dust’s LV was starting to flicker to life, he was doing a shit job of it.

“You- are you fucking with me right now..?” Uh oh, he knew that tone, “you’ve been shitting around the multiverse for up to a year now, and you’re telling me you didn’t even know shit about the Gods?”

Killer tilted his head. Then looked around the dusty pub they were seated in, a reflection of his own Grillby’s if not considerably more stocked. He looked around as if someone would seriously appear to clear his good name, but when none of the dusted remains of the regulars saw fit to do so, he just shrugged his shoulders.

“Uhhh.. nope.” Killer looked over to Horror with a hopeful look, only for the larger skeleton to pointedly ignore his beseeching, winning smile in favor of cleaning the rest of his plate with a wry curve of his teeth. Traitor.

Dust slammed his bony hand on the table, rattling the city of half-empty glasses he had scattered about his side of the bar top. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Do you even take anything seriously?”

“Nah,” without looking, he took one of Dust’s many abandoned shot glasses and threw it back, slamming the empty cup a little more exaggeratedly just to play on the asshole’s nerves. “What’s the big deal anyway? Aside from being super annoying to shake off, they don’t really seem all that threatening..”

Dust took a deep, exaggerated breath, clearly struggling to keep his temper in check as his phalanges tore a small line through the wood. “That’s because they don’t see you as enough of a threat to treat you seriously, you fucking doughnut.”

That momentarily took him off guard. “Doughnut..?” He whispered to himself. Over his shoulder, he could hear Horror chuckling to himself, repeating the insult under his breath.

“That yellow fucker? Dream, or whatever? He’s the God of ‘Positivity’ or some shit,” as if recalling a particularly upsetting memory, Dust suddenly uncorked a new bottle before chugging it back. “First time I came across the little bastard, I was gathering up some EXP in an AU..” the psycho’s eyelights shuddered out, a bitter look growing over his mug as his wrist absentmindedly swirled the contents of his bottle.

“Came outta nowhere, suddenly confronting me about all this bullshit about ‘helping me become a better person’ and ‘easing my suffering’ or whatever.” He took another swig, “Been a long time since someone pissed me off like that..” his empty gaze suddenly jerked back to Killer as his voice trailed off. “Well, since someone who didn’t deserve it pissed me off, that is..”

Several glasses along the bar top went scattering across the floor as Killer lurched up in half-genuine annoyance- thankfully all empty, or Dust would’ve torn him a new one. “Ey! What’s that supposed to mean, Dusty?! I thought we were friends?!”

Both skeletons seated beside him leaned away in disgust.

“Yeah.. no thanks pal.” As if to make a point, Horror took his plate and scooted just a bit away from them, a motion that Dust was quick to imitate. Bastards, the both of them. Why did Killer even think of these two as friends playmates, again?

“You guys are so mean to me..!” Killer allowed a brief silence to settle overhead for maybe three minutes, as his soul cycled itself back into a completely perfect circle. “So what happened..?”

Dust side-eyed him with a completely new bottle in his hands, “Mmm..?”

“About Dreamy?”

Again, the same look of disdain flashed over the hooded monster’s features before he resolutely pinned his glare to the contents of his drink. “Tried to kill him.”

Horror snorted from where he was rummaging under the counter, his grin widening as he pulled back with something that looked like a mini-fridge. “Bet that went well.”

Dust's grip on the bottle tightened, the glass creaking under the pressure. “Bastard just kept dodging everything, wasn’t breaking so much as a sweat even after I busted out the blasters.. Even worse, when he hit me with those arrows…” He stopped for a moment, suddenly leveling them both a serious look, “have either of you ever been hit by those?”

“Hah, I’m not that unlucky,” Killer replied, a playful smirk dancing on his face. Horror only made a questioning sound behind him, seeming to take interest in the conversation with Dust’s seriousness.

“It felt like my skull was being.. hotboxed or some shit.. Like, the bastard’s magic was seeping into my head and- and I don’t even know how to describe it.. I could still feel my LV burning, but whatever the bastard did was making it harder and harder to summon enough intent to attack. I didn’t want to fight anymore, but my magic still did- and- and it..” Dust's grip on the bottle relaxed slightly as he exhaled, a mix of frustration and resignation evident in his tone. “I had to bail before I overheated.”

That… Killer didn’t exactly know what to expect after Dust said ‘God of Positivity’ but that.. that was not it. He imagined briefly what it would be like to feel his LV screaming at him, not being able to summon any attacks. Experiencing his intent seeping through his fingers as some hopeless kid with a hero-complex tried to reprimand him for his life decisions as his magic burned itself outside-in.

He had to hunch over the counter as an intense wave of nausea radiated from his soul, causing large splatters of hate to spillover from his sockets.

Oh… that.. that was not a great feeling.

Killer leaned back, ignoring the pointed looks the two were giving him for his outburst. “Damn, sounds like a party pooper.”

Well, if he didn’t have enough reason to avoid the Star shits before..

Horror grunted, phalanges slowly creeping towards the socket housing his ill-gotten eye with a contemplative frown, “they've been a thorn in my side too.” He admitted.

“Sometimes, when things are getting a bit too rough for Traps, I try and do some ‘grocery shopping’ y’know..? But more often than not.. that stupid Ink-asshole shows up to ruin everything,” Horror grumbled, his fingers now hooked along his socket. “Like he’s got nothing better to do than meddle in my business.”

Killer snorted, shaking his head. “Ink..? Seriously? What’s he gonna do, paint you to death?”

“Don’t underestimate him,” Dust interjected, his voice low and serious. “Ink might be a brainless loon, but he’s also probably the most dangerous out of the three of them. He’s got crazy power and little to no consciousness in wielding it. You think Dream and his arrows are bad? Try pissing off someone who goes around warping timelines into ones like ours for shits and giggles.”

..What..?

Dust gave Killer a dark look, a flicker of frustration passing over his features. “That other God? Yeah, that’s Ink. Calls himself ‘the Creator’ or something tacky like that. He supposedly plays a hand in making AUs, but I don’t know how legitimate that rumor is.”

Seriously..?

Killer remembered Ink, even thought of the bumbling moron as the most palatable of the trio - at least he didn’t seem to be so obsessed with forcing his morals down other people’s throats - but the idea of the scatterbrained artist being a God was almost laughable. Almost.

Killer’s grin faltered slightly, a shiver running down his spine at the thought. “Great. So, we’ve got one God who can mess with our minds and another who sees us as customizable pets.. That’s fantastic.”

Usually, he’d be all for a good challenge or two to mix things up, but this was clearly looking to be an inevitable nightmare. Would his RESET be able to pull him through his code being rewired, or his own head being fucked with..?

The uncertainty in that was very disconcerting.

“Oh..? You finally realizing how fucked you are?” Dust's tone was filled with bitter amusement, though his glare spoke of a deeper frustration. “These guys are playing on a whole different level. And we're nothing but misbehaving brats where they’re coming from..”

Killer slouched back in his seat, rubbing his sternum as if to physically dispel the unease creeping through him. He didn’t like seeing the unease wobbling in his soul. He didn’t like feeling.

“So we’re supposed to just keep running and hiding like a bunch of beat dogs?!” Killer himself was startled by just how virulent his tone came out. However, he was quick to wave it off- he was mad, of course he was fucking mad. He came out into this multiverse, slayed the kid once and for all, gave up his very character, thinking he was finally set free from the monotony, the pain.

And now, just because of a couple of idiot gods with hero-complexes, he was back to bowing down in the face of some untouchable power..?

NO. FUCK THAT.

Emboldened by the frustrated growls sounding out in response to his outburst, Killer darted up from his seat, sockets fixed upon the wooden grooves of the bar top as his soul fizzled with sparks of determination.

Immediately, he could feel the heavy intent hovering over the back of his neck. As well as saw the tell-tale glow of Dust’s magic reflecting in the multitude of abandoned bottles.

He didn’t even flinch as he craned his skull back to see the craggily ridges in Horror’s axe glint menacingly under the dim light. In the corner of his eye, he could see Dust braced for a lunge, a slew of bones twirling over his shoulder in caution. But instead of feeling threatened, Killer felt a spark of inspiration.

“Let’s team up.” He proposed, his voice cutting through the tension much like his favored knives.

Dust’s sockets narrowed, and Horror’s grip tightened on his axe. “What kind of bullshit are you on now..?”

Killer shook his head, a manic grin twitching wider, meaner, sharper across his face. “So you’re just gonna spend the rest of your lives living under the thumbs of those sanctimonious pricks? You two hated your worlds enough to find a way out into this multiverse, but now that the enemy ain’t some cheating little brat, you wanna call it quits?”

Neither looked amused - good, that’s exactly what he wanted - and Killer could taste the bitterness feeding into their LV.

Dust was the first to speak, his voice dripping with skepticism as he let the bones drop- but not yet dissipate. “So, you think teaming up will solve all our problems? You think we can take on Gods, Killer? Seriously?”

He didn’t let his expression waver. He leaned backwards instead, forcing his bones to languidly stretch out along the bar top in a show of confidence. “I’m saying we can be stronger together. We’ve all had enough of our lives being determined by someone else, haven’t we?”

Feeling a bit audacious, Killer reached out and flicked the remaining bone attack from Dust’s loose hold, sending it clattering to the floor in a playful, teasing manner. The typically neurotic maniac didn’t even seem to flinch.

“C’mon Dusty… don’t tell me you went and collected all that LV just to play it safe.. Maybe getting out of that comfort zone of your’s will finally help you loosen up a lil’.”

Horror's grip on his axe loosened slightly, a malicious grin slowly growing along his features as he let it settle over his shoulder. “You know what..? Fuck it.. why the hell not? I’ve been wanting to show that little… blue pet of theirs a thing or two.”

Dust still looked skeptical, but there was a flicker of interest, of temptation, in his sockets that Killer was quick to latch on to. “You really think we can take them on..? The Star Sanses aren’t just powerful, they’re connected. They’ve got resources, allies, and a moral high ground that makes them practically untouchable.”

Killer’s head tilted, a coy smirk rising up in the shadows of his features as he chuckled, “the game wouldn’t be half as fun though, would it..?”

. . . . .

He knew the moment Dust’s grin rose to match his own, he’d won himself a couple of new playmates.

#undertale au #utmv #undertale #undertale fanfiction #fanfiction #bad sans gang #bad sanses #murder time trio #alternate universe #dadmare #beta version #its not that great #but its not bad either #basically me wanting to write a fic about the murder trio forcing dadmare to adopt them #honestly I might just take this down later from cringe #bc I know I could've done better than this

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