#spring temmie

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 7

TW: Slavery, sickness, abuse I'm not sure how much of this I'll continue. I don't think it'll be as good as my other writing, but I do hope to get all the lore out to you guys sometime. This is not me rejoining the UnderTale fandom. Masterpost

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Papyrus was barely alive. 

Undye took it upon herself to protect his dying soul from dusting. The time that passed that week was all a blur to Spring, and his anger that he once felt quickly sunk into a deep despair as he could do nothing about the situation. 

The managers beat them ruthlessly, using their whips and fists to double their workload. The fire from the unhealthy habits of the factory only worsened the air quality. Each day, someone got sick, and they were beat for it. 

It didn’t make any sense to Spring!Sans. Why would they hurt someone for being sick? As far as he could tell, he couldn’t control when he felt unwell. 

Which was all the time, now. 

Spring held a small piece of bread in his hands as he stared at Spring!Papyrus, laying on a bed as his skull was half-dusted. Spring!Alphys held his soul together for hours. Spring thought he heard her and Undye conversing about the workload, with Undye doing twice as much so Alphys could keep Papyrus alive. 

His brother wasn’t breathing. He sat there, his bone slowly reforming and dusting as his chest barely moved. His soul didn’t beat, either. The white heart was clasped in another monster’s hands. Had Alphys let go, he would be nothing but a pile of dust. 

Spring glanced at the bread in his hands before he rested it in one of Papyrus’ hands. “You need it more than me,” he sighed, tears streaming down his face. “Please be okay, brother…” 

There was no reply. Spring!Alphys glanced at him with worry. “Kid, you need to eat that.” 

“I’m not hungry.” 

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” Sp!Alphys insisted. “Eat it.” 

There was another whip crack outside the room. Spring shook his head and gently crawled out of the space, trying not to be spotted by the whippers as he returned to his post, fiddling with the wires. 

Cries of pain and hopelessness echoed through the air, but they were often broken by the crack of whips. They were more prominent than usual, as if their work hours were not enough, they increased them, allowing little time for rest and food. More and more of the workers got sick. Spring had attended to most of them; Papyrus had taught him a thing or two about keeping people healthy, and no one was in these conditions. 

Slavery never allowed for such luxuries as health. 

Spring couldn’t help the tears that fell down his face as he thought of his brother. They fell onto the wires, quenching their sparks. It’s my fault... I’m the reason he’s almost dead... 

He listened closely to Spring!Temmie and Spring!Mettaton’s conversation. They talked about how the ‘big boss’ was coming today. They became hushed about the topic when Spring drew closer to listen in more. The only thing he caught was the big boss being a Gaster of sorts. 

Could it be the same one who sold him for a piece of bread? 

Perhaps the pressure of said inspection is what caused the whippers to be more hostile and picky with the work that was being done by their slaves. It was almost unreasonable and insane to expect better work in worse conditions, but there was no consideration of such a fact. 

Spring gently taped the wires together on the outside of another machine as he coughed the smoke out of his lungs. His hands and feet were hurting again. He was covered in black tar and ash. It burned his skin worse than the flames themselves. There was no time to clean up, however. He had spent his free time checking up on his brother, and he had to face said consequences.

This can’t be all there is... Spring wiped his face, feeling his stomach getting nauseous. He knew he was about to hurl. He stepped away from the wires and walked over to the edge of the platforms, resting his head over the edge as he vomited into the fire. For a solid minute, his stomach desperately tried to search for any nutrients, and when it found none, it shot the acid out of his mouth. 

Spring’s cries of pain were disturbing. He could hear some of his fellow slaves approaching him, but they were pushed aside as the familiar, horrifying steps of a whipper came along. “Get back to work, kid!” The monster grabbed Spring by the scruff and lifted him up, turning him to face him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Spring covered his mouth, trying to withhold another puke. No, please, not now—he couldn’t. His body gagged, and his vomit covered the whipper’s face as Spring coughed, tears streaming down his eyes. He looked at the whipper in horror as the goo ran down his face. What have I done? “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I—” 

“You imbecile!” The whipper threw Spring onto the hard pavement, scraping his face. He hurriedly tried to wipe the acid off his face in disgust, cracking his whip. “How dare you defile me?!” 

The whip cracked against Spring’s skull. He cried out in pain as he curled up on the floor, trying to block the whips. Instead of his face, the whips struck his hand, ripping the bones apart as the whipper continued. Blood poured out from them, and Spring whimpered, unable to put his pain into words or a cry for help. 

The whippings suddenly stopped as a loud thud could be heard. Spring hesitantly looked up through the water building up in his skull. 

Spring!Muffet had just punched the whipper in the face. 

She looked at her hands as if she couldn’t believe what she had just done, but that didn’t stop her words from snapping at the abuser. “Pick on someone your own size!” She dared to say. “You’re pathetic for picking on a helpless child! Be a man and choose someone stronger than he!” 

Spring’s eyes widened in fear as he reached out to her. “Muffet, no—” 

The whipper clearly did not find her challenge amusing. He stood up, grunting as rage fumed in his eyes. He cracked his whip to the side. “Own size, eh? Someone like you, then? You know what happens to challengers like you, right?” 

Spring!Muffet’s eyes widened as she raised her hands into fists, all six of them. “To fight for a kid’s life, yes.” 

The whipper raised his whip. It was as if time had gone in slow motion as he slowly brought it down on the monster that saved Spring—

BOOM!

A bright flash of light filled the air. There was a strong gust of wind, sending the whipper flying into the lava below, screaming all the way down. Muffet was also blasted back, barely catching onto one of the railings. Spring was pushed into the wire system, grunting as he tried to stand up, but his hands hurt too much. 

Before him, in the direction that caused a blast, was a bright, white fire. It burned the wood nearby as if it were the sun itself. Who walked out of the fire was someone Spring had never seen. It was too difficult to see, but she looked like Toriel, a similar, shorter type of goat. Her gaze was flat, and she walked with grace. Everything about her glowed like starlight, something Spring had only heard about until now. 

The shouts of the whippers were blurred. They yelled about the hole in the factory before charging at the intruder. “It’s her!” one of the muffled shouts rang through Spring’s ears. “Kill her!” 

One by one, the goat slayed every person that dared to come her way. Despite being hit with some of the whips, they disintegrated on touch. Her hands were surrounded by a white fire, and when she fired at the whippers, they turned into ash immediately. Dozens of them swarmed her, but they were no match for her skills. 

Behind her came a large dragon. It was white, with long eyes, and its head shaped like a gaster blaster. It munched on any whipper or opposer that approached the goat. It was as if it was made from starlight itself. Its gaze turned toward everyone else, turning around to reveal someone on his back. 

Spring’s eyes widened as he observed the little skeleton on the back of the dragon. He… He looks like me. 

The battle waged on, but it was something Spring was in too much pain to notice. He glanced up one more time to find the slaves cheering at some proclamation the white goat gave. She gently approached Spring as everyone rushed out of the factory. 

“Little one,” her voice was more soothing than a thousand ice packs. “Come with me; let me nourish you back to health.” 

Spring weakly looked up at her, his body trembling in pain. He couldn’t form words as the white fire that burned the factory blinded his sight. He reached out his hand, trembling. “B-Brother…” 

“Spring!Papyrus, will be alright. Come with me; you are being rescued and set free.” 

Spring felt her hands wrap around him as she hoisted him up over her shoulder. He didn’t resist as he watched more whippers being reduced to ash. Something about the sight eased his mind, as if they were getting what they deserved. 

The goat climbed up onto the large dragon, saddling it as if she rode it. She held Spring in front next to the other little guy. “Hold on,” she commanded before taking the reigns and flying off. 

Spring watched as the factory went out of sight, getting smaller and smaller as the dragon ascended into the sky he had never seen. His eyes widened in wonder, resting on the beauty of the world before him. The sun greeted him willingly, and suddenly, his soul felt lighter and more at ease. 

Spring had felt hope. 

His hands trembled as he held onto a lower part of the reigns. It took a moment for him to process what was happening, but the cool air felt so good against his skin, he never wanted to leave it. He turned his gaze to the other small skeleton in front of him. The little guy had bruises and thin, snowflake eyes. He was staring right back at Spring the entire time the dragon flew off into the air under the cover of the clouds. He nodded slowly. “Greetings.” 

Spring stared back at him in awe, as if he were looking at himself in a mirror, but a different version of him. Everything was so new, he didn’t know how to process anything that was going on. 

But that didn’t stop him from being polite. His hand trembled as he lifted it in greeting. 

“H-Hello…”

[holidaygirl1224]

💬New Post from holidaygirl1224

Can you guys believe it's March already? Spring's nearly sprung... and it barely feels like winter ever began. I took another walk today... there's this lake that's a straight shot from my house, but I like, barely ever go by it. It's so close by, I'm not sure why I never go... I'm really an idiot for not taking advantage of it X) To get to the lake I have to walk through the neighborhood... everyone was out doing their yard work, playing music, enjoying their weekends. It didn't seem like any of them even noticed me walking by... not like I want to be perceived anyways XD Unlike the houses behind me, the small area around the lake is near silent... just the subtle sounds of birds, trees and the water in front of me. Sitting in front of the lake, my feet were nearly dangling into the water... I picked up a few pebbles on and gently chucked them into the water. I know it's a little cliché, but I love watching all the ripples one small pebble can make... you can see the effects of it seemingly forever. All from one little stone. Staring out ahead, I noticed trees that had already started sprouting their leaves... winter really is over, huh? After awhile I found myself closing my eyes, listening to the breeze and the subtle waves... then, suddenly, I could hear it again. That melody. I've mentioned it once or twice already... I don't know what it is, but it always sounds so familiar... like I've been hearing it my whole life. It felt as though the longer I sat there, the louder it was getting. Just as it seemed like the song was about to finally become clear...... SQUEAK! I jumped up, startled, quickly turned around to see what that noise was. It was... Temmie? She's another classmate of mine, I don't know if I've mentioned her... she was standing like, umm... I wanna say 50 feet away, with what looked like a huge rubber chicken in her mouth. She bit down on it, once again making that loud SQUEAK sound, before waving at me and quickly skipping away. Jiminy Christmas this town XD I'm sure I'll hear the song again... if it's found me three times, I'm sure there will be a fourth.

[mochi-munchies]

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.

[meepinmeat]

Dear Celestino, I have heard that little Tempest has finally joined your family. I wanted to ask if everything is alright and how you are holding up? How is your Valen dealing with the situation? Mine seems quite excited at the thought of off-spring but I am not feeling ready just yet. Holistone is a big responsibility and adding another liability feels.. counterproductive. Having said that, I will make sure you and the baby are save whenever you come to visit! Yours, Lavinia

Dear Lavinia,

Everything is alright on our end thankfully. Things have settled down for now and surprisingly but thankfully, Tempest has been quite the little trooper on our journey in Ironhold Bay and the ever secretive Sal'thorin. It truly is the season for the Great Merlin to be up and running. I do still wish I can have a longer maternal leave but I also couldn't leave my mother, Marilyn, and Hogan to deal with the investigation in Brimstone Village by themselves. So little Temmie has been tagging along on our fun but also arduous and.. okay, life-threatening adventure- though of course we made sure she's still well-fed, changed, comfortable as possible and safeguarded against any harm.

My Valen is holding fort back in Holistone at the moment but with Hogan having returned, he's been doing surprisingly and thankfully swell with taking charge and making sure order is maintained. He was quite joyed when Tempest was born, getting to see his mini-me sent him over-the-moon. Wanting to hold her too as much as he can, so you can imagine he is missing our little girl too while she's tagging along to Brimstone Village. I do still need to breastfeed her after all and thus why she can't be separated from me for the timebeing. But hey, she's already opened her eyes! That was the kicker for both of us, finding out who she takes after the most. Our little lightning bolt~♡☆

And I do understand your sentiment on the manner. There's still so much on your plate and adding a baby to the mix may prove more challenging, especially when the little one requires alot of attention and care from their parents. Glad to know your Valen is eager, mine did not expect Tempest to come to fruition! Still, take your time and only when you two are absolutely prepared.

With that said as well, I will appreciate and am forever grateful for your hospitality and ensuring our security when we do come over, Lavinia!

Take care and with much dearest affections,

Celestino

[chaos-le-mieux]

Arctictale: River Person and Temmie

River Person and Temmie

River Person: Using the River Systems, River Person will ferry people around around the crater, for a small fee of course. They have a great wealth of knowledge on the residencies of the crater, seemingly knowing too much. And their connection to the Skele-brothers and Gaster is suspicious. Overall, they're generally friendly towards others, and enjoy small talk (and gossip).

Temmie: This peculiar feline(?) runs the Tem Shop near the Hot Springs. She hates the cold, so staying close to somewhere warm is only logical. Rumors say she has connections to a higher being, though no one seems to know what that means

Arctictale World: New Home Castle

While the bulk of Monsters live in New Home. The King and Queen live in the castle grounds. Complete with Throne Room, Court Yard, the iconic Judgement Hall, and everything that comes with it: Keep, Ward, Gatehouse, Barracks, etc, etc. The gates are always open to the citizens, and can enter and leave freely.

Enjoy~

Undertale © Toby Fox Arctictale © Me

[gamercats-fight]

Welcome everyone to the Gamer Cats Tournament!!!

Under the cut is a list of all the participants in alphabetical order!

I will come up with the bracket hopefully in a couple of days, and I'm aiming for the voting to start AT THE LATEST on Feb. 4th, but I'll keep you all posted!!

#'s

707's Robot cat from Mystic Messenger

A's

Alexander the Great from Identity V

Ankha from Animal Crossing

Ann's cat from Identity V

Ashes from Fallout 4

Astrid from Spiritfarer

B's

Big the Cat from Sonic the Hedgehog

Blaze the Cat from Sonic the Hedgehog

Bloodfang Sabertooth from Far Cry Primal

Bob from Animal Crossing

Bongo from Life is Strange

C's

Cait Sith from Final Fantasy VII

Castle Town cats from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

Cheka Kingscholar from Disney Twisted-Wonderland

Cheshire Cat from Alice: Madness Returns

Chilly from Soul Knight

Cisco from Gotham Knights

Coco from Cattails: Wildwood Story

D's

Daffodil from Spiritfarer

E's

Ebony from Marve's Midnight Suns

Eevee from Pokemon

Elizabeth the 3rd from Mystic Messenger

Espurr from Pokemon

Eve from Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Evil the Cat from Earthworm Jim

F's

Frou-Frou from Scarlet Hollow

Fat Cat from Final Fantasy XIV

G's

Giovanni from Spiritfarer

Giovanni's Persian from Pokemon

Gizmo from Sally Face

Goomba Cat from Super Mario 3D World

Gouto-Douji from Devil Summoner: Raidou Kuzunoha vs. The Soulless Army

Grim from Disney Twisted-Wonderland

H's

His Majesty from Baldur's Gate 3

Hunter Slime from Slime Rancher

J's

Jean from Stardew Valley: Jorts and Jean the Helper Cats mod

Jibanyan from Yo-kai Watch

Jorts from Stardew Valley: Jorts and Jean the Helper Cats mod

Judd from Splatoon

Judge from Off

K's

Kabegami from Ōkami

Keats from Professor Layton and the Last Specter

Kiki from Animal Crossing

King Tom from Ni no Kuni

King from Tekken

KITR from ULTRAKILL

Kitties! from Rhythm Heaven Megamix

Kittyball from Chuzzle 2

Krampy from Cattails: Wildwood Story

L's

Léon from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Justice for All

Leona Kingscholar from Disney Twisted-Wonderland

Leopard from Shadow of the Tomb Raider

Lucius from Disney Twisted-Wonderland

Lumi from Cats are Liquid

M's

Mae Borowski from Night in the Woods

M'aiq the Liar from The Elder Scrolls III

Meowth from Pokemon

MEWO from OMORI

Minecraft cats from Minecraft

Mitzi from Overwatch

Momo from Love Nikki

Morgana from Persona 5

Mr. Mew from The World Ends with You

Mr. Midnight from Fran Bow

Mr. Whiskers from Identity V

Ms. Fortune from Skullgirls

N's

Neko from Genshin Impact

Nintendogs + Cats's cats from Nintendogs + Cats

Nyan Cat from Nyan Cat: Lost in Space

O's

Orchynx from Pokemon: Uranium

P's

Pepi from The Arcana

Pete from Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth

Pixel from Scarlet Hollow

Pocket from Boyfriend Dungeon

R's

Raymond from Animal Crossing

[REDACTED] from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Remlits from The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword

Rover from Animal Crossing

S's

Saber-toothed Tiger from Sacred 2: Fallen Angel

Stardew Valley cats from Stardew Valley

Shoe from Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Justice for All

Simba from The Lion King (video game)

Sims Urbz cat from The Urbz: Sims in the City

Slip from Cattails: Wildwood Story

Spider-Man/Bodega Cat from Marvel's Spider-Man 2

Spring from Lies of P

Steelclaw from Baldur's Gate 3

Stray cat from Stray

Super Mario 3D cats from Super Mario 3D World's + Bowser's Fury

Sushi Cat from Sushi Cat

T's

Tabby Bee from Bee Swarm Simulator ROBLOX

Tabby Slime from Slime Rancher

Talking Tom from My Talking Tom

Tally from American Acardia

Tango from Mega Man V

Tara from Baldur's Gate 3

Temmie from Undertale

The Beast from Slay the Princess

The Empress from A Hat in Time - Nyakuza Metro

The Star from The Arcana

The Tiger from Dr. Langeskov, The Tiger, and The Terribly Cursed Emerald: A Whirlwind Heist

Tiger from Tomb Raider 2

Toro Inoue from Doko Demo Issyo

V's

Vivi from Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! feat. Hatsune Miku

W's

Wagahai from The Great Ace Attorney: Adventures

Y's

Yuumi from League of Legends

[jevils-tale]

*immediately starts shaking like a temmie

*OHHHH LOOKS LIKE FUN, FUN!!

*the jester begins vibrating along with you. Sounds like the rattling of springs*

[saintbirmacat]

A little Undertale story

Since today is 8th Undertale anniversary, I feel like telling the story about how Undertale absolutely derailed my life in a good way.

(I already told this story on Twitter this spring, but I deleted my Twitter account, so...)

In October of 2015, when Undertale just started to gain hype, my brother suggested for me to play in it. I wasn't interested at first, but after I played Undertale it became one of my favourite games, and the game that changed my life the most.

When I first played Undertale, I was very lonely and not in a good place in my life. Undertale helped me through the hard times, it helped me find out more about myself, in the Undertale fandom I found my first true friends... But there's one more important thing that happened thanks to Undertale...

One autumn day in 2015 I started a dispute about the first fallen child's personality with a stranger on the internet.

Thankfully, that dispute ended pretty peacefully. So me and the stranger on the internet started to talk more about Undertale and our other favourite games, and the things we do in real life. After some time, we felt more like online friends than strangers.

We learned that we only lived 25km away from each other. And we decided to meet in real life, just out of curiosity. We met and enjoyed each other's company. We met again and again, until friendship turned into something bigger as we fell in love with each other.

Our feelings grew and one day we decided that we want to spend our lives together 'till death do us part.

Six months ago our first child was born. And holding this baby in hands, and thinking that without Undertale this baby wouldn't even EXIST... It fills me with such gratitude I can't express in words.

Thank you, Toby Fox @fwugradiation, thank you. Thank you, Temmie @temmiechang. Thanks to everyone else who helped with the creation of Undertale in any way. Thank you, thank you...

P.S. Chara did nothing wrong.

[fennecthunderfox]

Do you have any details about your Swap and Fell aus? I am curious about it!

Hey, sorry it took so long for me to respond to this. I had meant to answer way sooner and then I got sucked into other projects and meant to work more on this and then just… forgot. But I’m here now and I’m just gonna sum it up as best I can. It may be a bit scatterbrained, so I apologize in advance. 

It's been a while since I’ve worked with them, but I can give a basic rundown on them! They’re part of my “False AU Trio.” In which all the AU names have a prefix that means or implies “fake” so people know upfront they’re different from the typical swaps and fells on purpose. 

QUASISWAP

With QuasiSwap, my personal twist on it is in the environment. In QS, it’s not just the characters that swap, the area aesthetics swap too. 

-The Ruins become monochrome like New Home and are now called “Old Home.” 

-Snowdin Forest/Snowdin became cybernetic like The CORE and is now called “Loggedin.” 

-Waterfall is still dark, but instead of pretty cyan waters it’s now crimson red magma making this location “Magmafalls.” 

-Hot Land is now “Hot Springs” due to its proximity to Magmafalls heating up the water. 

-The CORE is now called “The Nexus” which is not a name that means much of anything, but it is VERY cold here. CDResort (MTT Resort) is actually built somewhat inside The Nexus because CDR likes the cold better than the hot. 

-And finally New Home- which I can’t remember the fun name for- is purple and plant covered like the Ruins. It might just be called "The Capital" sorta like how "The Ruins" is very self-explanatory as a name.

Character swaps are about what you’d expect. And while they all have codenames, they call each other by their real names with a few exceptions. Those exceptions are the skelebros and the ghosts, but I will list all swaps and codenames below.

-Chara with Frisk. Code named Chipper and Fable. Chipper because they’re generally a happy kid- usually smiling and Fable because you hear stories about them. 

-Asgore with Toriel. Code named Usher and Arch. Usher because he’s the one guiding Chipper through the Ruins and Arch is short for monarch.

-Papyrus with Sans. Their code names are P and CSG, and while it’s rare for anyone to actually call Sans CSG, it’s a lot more common for people to call Papyrus P. This is because my take on Swap Sans is basically just Brian David Gilbert- BDG for short. For an example of the energy this swap sans has, watch this compilation I found on YouTube.

-Alphys with Undyne. Codenamed Alpha and Psi-- after Greek letters. Alpha cause she’s a leader and Psi cause it looks like a trident and also is used as a symbol for “Water potential in movement of water between plant cells,” says wikipedia. 

-The Ghost Cousin Trio does a Rotation Swap. Napstablook takes Mettaton’s role, their name becomes CD Rob and Cyber Duke [REMIX] depending on their form. (While “duke” is typically a masculine word, CDR is still a nonbinary character. Duke is just a title I chose.) Mettaton takes Mad Dummy’s/Mad Mew Mew’s Role and is called Shining Dummy and Shining Wan Wan after possessing a life-sized vocaloid-style statue. (He becomes a dog boy instead of a cat girl.) And Maddy takes Napstablook’s Role, known to her friends as Rabbit, but her full name is Rabenant (A port-man-teau of Rabid Revenant.) These three go by these names in the story.

-Flowey/Asriel is too important to swap roles with anyone. He still changes, however. Instead of saying “Howdy” like Asgore he says “Greetings” like Toriel. And instead of a golden flower, he’s a crimson flower to match up to the red leaf aesthetic the Ruins have in the actual game. Flowey’s codename is “Leaf” and apparently I never gave Asriel a proper codename in this AU. I’ll give him one later.

-Temmie gets swapped with the Annoying Dog because both of these characters represent an actual person and it’s good to remember that Temmie- while not the creator of Undertale- made a lot for the game. 

PSEUDOFELL

PseudoFell is interesting, because instead of the codenames being an out of universe thing for me to differentiate who I’m talking about, the pseudonyms are actually a feature of the AU. Every pseudonym (should) start with the same letter as the character’s real name. 

Fray (Frisk)*, Facet (Flowey), Treason (Toriel)**, Sin (Sans), Punishment (Papyrus)***, Uproar (Undyne), Naething (Napstablook), Mauled Doll (Maddy), Macabre (MTT), Apathy (Alphys), Agony (Asgore), Axiom (Asriel), and Cairn (Chara). 

*Used to be spelled Frey, but I have since changed to the correct spelling.

**Considering changing her name.

***Sin will absolutely shorten Punishment’s name to “Pun” and he HATES it. 

As a bonus, Annoying Dog and the Tems are Toil and Trouble. AD used to be Toil, but I think AD being Trouble while all the Tems are Toils would be better. They can say “TOi!” and I have no doubt that Pun would consider AD to be nothing but Trouble. 

The reason the pseudonyms happen is because of trust issues and an old belief that giving someone your real name gives them some sort of power over you. Therefore, if someone actually trusts you enough to tell you their full name, it’s a real big deal. 

The main difference, however, is that I’ve introduced a special 2nd form monsters can take called a “Phobos Form.” The Phobos Form is typically a sharper, scarier version of the monster. Final Froggit would be the Phobos form of Froggit in this universe rather than a stronger, separate monster. 

The more powerful a monster is, the bigger, scarier, and stronger their Phobos Form is. The bosses in the game basically become Kaijus. I used to have concept art of these Phobos forms-- and you can still find them if you look hard enough-- but I find them to be… not great designs these days and would rather not present them as if they’re definitely canon to my AUs still. 

FAUXSWAPFELL 

You didn’t ask about this one, but of the trio I have talked about this one the least so you may not have known it existed. 

FauxSwapFell takes the location swaps of QuasiSwap and the pseudonyms and phobos forms of PseudoFell and combines them into one AU. 

The character swaps are mostly the same, however the Ghost Cousin rotation swap rotates counter to the QuasiSwap rotation. So Mad Mew Mew becomes the idol, Mettaton becomes the ghost snail farmer, and Napstablook becomes the dummy/doll. 

The other thing is that rather than becoming big scary kaijus, the Phobos Forms in FauxSwapFell are more like cryptids or scary on an unsettling level. Some forms may not have one distinct shape and shift between two forms. 

As for the pseudonyms in this AU, there is no theme for the characters’ names. Sans and Papyrus are named Neon and Argon in this universe and are color coded orange and purple respectively to match the colors of those two noble gases. (Gaster is Krypton and Corsiva- if you know who that OC is- is Xenon.) 

All this being said, most characters in this AU don’t have a codename yet. This is the least developed of the 3 AUs and the only reason it’s developed at all is because of being a combo of the other two. 

On the subject of color schemes, in my head the whole world is really desaturated except for the bright pops of color the characters have like Neon’s orange or Argon’s purple. Because of this I sometimes refer to FauxSwapFell as "Swapfell NEON" because they only standout colors on the characters are the bright highlight color.

Aaaaaand that's about it for now. I'd love to do more someday, but at the moment I sadly don't have time to really do much of anything with these AUs. There is a glimmer of hope that the overtime at work will end soon, so maybe I'll be able to get back into fun fanworks next year. Until then, thank you for listening~

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale Temmies!

By @just-a-digital-space

I love them they are so cute!

[pf-spectre]

Chapter 1: Goodbyes

Three knocks on the door.

The dark, wooden room was lit by one almost covered window, letting in just a sliver of light. Infront of it hung an array of transparent crystals, fragmenting the light into plenty of rainbow rays across whatever was inside the room. The walls were covered in aged paintings, calligraphy pieces and diagrams. The carpet on the floor had a spell circle as its motif, to protect whoever may be laying in the bed of the room right now.

That person’s name was Lin.

Three more knocks, and an excited sounding muffled voice could be heard saying something through the door.

“Lin! Linny! Wake up! It's already 8, how can you be this sleepy!”

Lin’s best friend, Artemis.

“Uaaaargh-! Hold on, temmie!” The young girl, around the age of twelve got up from the bed and hastily adjusted her blanket to make the bed appear tidy. She changed into a loose buttoned blouse and some jeans she had laid out besides her bed the past evening.

Today is the day.

Lin scratched over her left arm as she stumbled, backing into the wall. She looked really disoriented for just a second, before her eyes managed to focus back on the light from outside and Artemis knocked once again.

“Dad really wants to see you as soon as possible, Linny! I don't know what's going on with him, but he seems sad so I wouldn't want to mess with him” She heard from behind the door.

Lin moved across the room and opened the door slightly, but seeing her best Friend’s face immediately made her feel more optimistic about the day. She reciprocated the smile as soon as she saw it.

Artemis had very pale skin, long black hair which she kept in a braid and her brown-ish eyes looked yellow in the sunlight. She had a similar outfit to Lin, but with a long black skirt and leggings. She wore the same pair of shoes as Lin was just putting on, with the difference that Lin’s were doodled all over with different pens and markers and clearly dirty from playing in the fields carelessly.

“Did he tell you anything about why?” Lin asked as she finally got outside and locked the door behind her.

“No, I really don't know!” Artemis replied and the two started walking along a path. On the sides of the paths were many small houses, made of one or two rooms and a bathroom. Everybody ate communally, so there was no need for single kitchens.

Formed out of different little stones below them was an ongoing stretching mosaic of various protection spell circles, arranged and connected to resemble star constellations in their form. Stepping on each one produced a slight glow which was only barely noticeable in the bright spring lighting.

“It's not your birthday, is it? He wouldn't be sad about your birthday!” Artemis suggested after a long pause.

“No, maybe it's something that happened to Ilos?” Lin replied.

“Eh,” Artemis made a so-and-so gesture with one of her hands, “what would you have to do with it?” To which Lin just shrugged.

“Dad and Ilos WERE out at night, but I really don't think that anything bad happened to them!” The young wizard looked up into the sky, her curious eyes looking over the sparse clouds She pointed to a specific one as they walked.

“That one looks like a cowboy hat”

The statement piqued Lin’s interest, making her look up as well. Squinting her rather sensitive eyes, she smiled in realization.

“It's being chased by its owner! The wind blew it away” She added onto the observation.

“That's silly, he should get a better fitting hat”

“Maybe it's very important for his hat collection to be complete!”

“He can use his cowboy lasso then, being a cowboy he should have one! They're probably given to you once you get the job”

“I bet he's a very clumsy one and left his lasso at home!”

A cold gust of wind flew by the two, shocking them for just a second, before Lin started laughing at an idea:

“Those storm clouds over there, that's like, an ice wall or something! And he's chasing the hat towards it”

Artemis thought about that one for a bit, before shaking her head.

“He's a cowboy, did the Wild West have ice?”

Lin took that into consideration.

“The cowboy ice age?”

Both of the girls started giggling at the silly idea.

They took a turn, now getting onto a stretch of big grassy field with a path through the middle, created just by the people walking through it every day. For big vehicles there were real roads, but most inhabitants of this small village preferred to walk the short way. An electrical line led through and showed everybody the way to the other side.

After a while Artemis started wondering.

“Do you think that'll happen?”

“What will? The cowboy?”

“No, the ice wall.” She noted curiously, scratching the base of her big braid.

“I mean, you've predicted stuff from clouds forming and star formations, you know? Maybe this is another thing”

Lin shrugged.

“I don't think much about it, I mean there’s nothing behind that chunk of rain clouds. What would that mean for the cowboy?”

“He dies, end”

“That's mean though, I don't think the poor cowboy deserved it. He was not forgetful on purpose” The girl pouted. Her raccoon-like ears pointed down.

Artemis picked a wheat straw from the many available on the field and put the base of it in her mouth to chew on. “We need to go back after the rain to see what happens to the man.”

“Yes!” Lin did an excited jump, flapping her hands a little.

The two soon reached a small plaza, many benches and tables surrounding a round water fountain, its base acting as a start to a huge spell. It ensured protection from outside influences from within, forming a Spectre globe around this part of the village.

This was the heart of Dimicea, where most festivities are held, the people can hang out and of course, the most important person currently in charge of communicating with the gods can announce the most recent news.

“Artemis, Lin, good to see you here so soon.”

That person was currently Azaire.

The girls heard a cane tapping against the brick ground after the voice spoke. Azaire was a stealthy Wizard, but for a while he hasn't been able to use those abilities to his advantage.

If you ignored the scars on his face which reached from his left cheek over one of his eyes, it was obvious that Artemis didn't take much after her mother. They had very similar hair, where his had only the upper half tied up in a ponytail which blended in with the lower half, and he had a short but prominent beard.

Azaire’s eyes might have had the same saturated brown-yellow colour as Artemis before, but nowadays that beautiful hue had been reduced to a faint-ish yellow, leaving even his pupils hard to distinguish from everything else in value.

Nobody really knew what had happened to him to get him into this state, but everybody accepted it as a fortune to have him there to lead the tight-knit community. The same went for his daughter and her best friend.

“Temmie, sweetie, can I speak to Lin on my own for a moment? Breakfast preparations are ongoing” He patted his thigh with his left hand and a Creature of the night formed by his foot. It shifted around, settling into the physical form of an average sized dog, pitch black all over but in its yellow glowing eyes.

Artemis squinted at him for just a second before smiling. “Sure! Linnie, we'll play later, right?” She asked, just to make sure, and Lin nodded with a happy grin, her ears perking up. The wizardling leaned down slightly, calling her dog to her so that the two could play.

“Ilos is a cute pet, isn't he?”

Lin blinked at Azaire.

“I mean- er- he's a cutie! He's so adorable” she giggled, before the nervosity kicked in once again.

“Temmie said you needed to talk to me” She noted.

Azaire nodded.

“You're not like us. Do you remember how you landed here?” He asked her.

Lin looked to her left, her arm build out of cristaline chunks of red spectre, a curse that has followed her for her entire life. They shifted, broke, and rebuilt as she moved her fingers. The structure has been spreading her entire life, and has recently finished spreading across her upper arm. She usually tried to not touch it, the smoothness scared her.

She didn't say anything.

“I have been conversing with the gods ever since you were given to us, they told me that you're special.” He put his arm onto her shoulder, a soft smile across his face.

“They found a place for you, they told me you need to find your way there. The stars will show you the way”

Lin frowned, and a slight hint of fear lingered in her eyes.

“What about Temmie?”

“Artemis will stay here, she will become the next head of the village after she gets old enough, and somebody has to take care of Ilos” Azaire reassured her. That wasn't enough, though.

“But I don't want to go”

“I see a bright future for you, Lin.” Azaire always looked just slightly creepy when he was looking into the future, his eyes seeming even emptier than usual.

“And I'm sure you see it too, there's already unwell brooding in the world and you're the catalyst to start it.”

Lin didn't want to say anything, her eyes looking over at Artemis, who was playing fetch with Ilos.

“We will miss you, but it's for the greater good”

She didn't want to hear any ‘chosen one’ nonsense, Lin hated thinking about the future like that.

“We can arrange one backpack for you, you will go this evening at six.”

Lin just sighed in response and looked down before slowly making her way to Artemis, hoping to spend the last of her hours with her best friend.

…

“You're going? [...] I've got a gift I have been preparing, Dad told me about this, but I didn't think it'd be so soon!”

“Woahh it's got stars on it? Look at them! They dangle!”

…

And maybe one day they'd see each other again.

…

previous / next

[null-siren]

It was an answer that the egg seemed particularly pleased to hear; there was even a mote of impishness in his uneven eyes as he regarded Red in the skeleton's moment of self-indignation. As entertaining as it would be to spring his idea upon his unwitting companion as soon as they stepped out into Waterfall, however, it probably wouldn't be the best plan. After all, he had no idea as to whether or not there were any flying abominations comparable to the ferocity of the Temmies. That would only come to light if the party local to the timeline were informed of his intentions.

So, when asked, Gaster answered,〚 I am not strictly bound by the laws of gravity. If perchance you can pull off a similar effect for yourself, then I propose that we stay on the cavern ceiling on our way back. 〛Minor degree of mischievousness still present, he conjured six new extraneous extremities from the ether, spread out in a multi-handed - though armless - shrug.〚 If you cannot, I can assist. 〛And what a trust exercise that would be.

Letting Red fall directly into the middle a herd of Temmies would be too simple, however. Too direct, even. And if it failed, well--it would also be much too early!

That well aside, there was that other thing he wanted to address. Namely, and he shifted his visual attention back towards the gap as he signed,〚 From what I have seen, it will be the safest route - provided, of course, there are no hazards above as dangerous as those below. 〛The question was left implied rather than explicitly asked: was there any such danger? Gaster once more looked back to Red, albeit only enough to put the big-boned monster in his peripheries.

Red took pause to peer over at the small opening which lead back to Waterfall and all the treachery that came with that, for although he was refreshed from his previously exhaustion, the new mental clarity had him considering how they could avoid some of the unnecessary trials on the return back to his winter territory. It wasn't impossible. On the contrary, the skeleton was likely more capable now than he was during the initial journey, but that didn't mean he felt so inclined as to rush into another round. The inhabitants already were on alert from their previous visit and that bridge was destroyed.

Gaster seemed to be on a similar page, albeit perhaps in an entirely different book, as that question was offered from nowhere. He could read the context clues, the way that his companion had packed up their salvaged goods for the upcoming return trip and was likely calculating his own methods for the same problem.

"Can't say heights ever bothered me," A shrug punctuated his answer, his scarlet eyelights leveled upon his friend as he considered what ends the question could be leading towards. Straightening out his jacket, he absently found himself smoothing his drying clothes down, only to now notice he'd lost a sock somewhere... a sock, yes, but not his slipper? No, both slippers were still there. Scowling down at his own mismatched feet, Red let out a huff of something akin to indignation at himself before tossing the thought aside. He knew he should have worn his boots today.

"What'cha got in mind, buddy?" That lazy grin seemed in better humor, the casual flash of a golden canine as he closed the distance between himself and that voidbeing - but not without avoiding the fizzling pool of gray ooze he'd expelled earlier. Hands inevitably found their way into his pockets.

[temmiethetem]

"Good~ And I think I may just have to keep you for myself~" Ryuko purred as she continued to fondle her massive mounds, squishing them against Temmie's torso. As the other continued to grind her ass against her pelvis, the hybrid's boxers would begin shifting down, springing her hot rod out as it flopped against her plump cheeks. "Now then...~" With a deep purr into her ear, Ryuko would roll her hips to sheath her length deep within Temmie's heated core, already hitting her cervix in one thrust.

Temmie squealed happily as she felt Ryuko's cock push into her depths, its head resting against the entrance to her womb, the organ pulsating inside her slick, wet tunnel. "Oh yaya...!" She cried as her pussy constricted around Ryuko's cock, the monster girl squeezing with inhuman strength around the thick shaft. "Mm... So good... Now, we get to fun part~" She said, her pussy giving an extra squeeze as she said 'fun'.

[glitterdragonthegreatprotector]

Ok these are all the more recent ones I did on my phone, and I refuse to give them their own individual posts

I was getting reuse to drawing on my phone with these

[gamercats-fight]

Welcome to the Gamer Cats tournament!!! Here is the bracket 🎉🎉I will be updating this thing as we go on our journey to find out who is the best video game cat.

Starting Sun. Feb. 4th @ 12pm EST I will be posting the first 8 polls (top row, left and right sides) and have it run for a week. All polls will run for a week. There will be a Loser's Bracket that will show up a week or two from now since I need cats to lose to place them 😥

Under the cut is a transcript with a schedule!

Welcome to the Gamer Cats Tournament!!

@gamercats-fight

Voting starts on Sunday Feb. 4th 2024

Round 1 - Week 1

[Big the Cat vs Giovanni]

[Simba vs Astrid]

[Remlits vs Eevee]

[Pocket vs Judge]

[Steelclaw vs Evil the Cat]

[Tara vs Fat Cat]

[Temmie vs Rover]

[Spider-Man/Bodega Cat vs Bob]

Round 1 - Week 2

[Léon vs Jorts]

[Shoe vs Jean]

[Giovanni's Persian vs Sushi Cat]

[Mitzi vs Meowth]

[Kiki vs Ankha]

[Frou-Frou vs Elizabeth the 3rd]

[Pixel vs 707's Robot cat]

[Gouto-Douji vs Saber-toothed tiger]

Round 1 - Week 3

[Tango vs Toro Inoue]

[Gizmo vs Tally]

[Coco vs Kitties!]

[Ms. Fortune vs Slip]

[Leona Kingscholar vs Cheka Kingscholar]

[Pepi vs Alexander the Great]

[Mr. Whiskers vs Mr. Mew]

[Lucius vs Grim]

Round 1 - Week 4 (has 2 extra for bracket to work)

[Hunter Slime vs Orchynx]

[Kittyball vs Keats]

[Leopard vs Bloodfang Sabertooth]

[Cisco vs Sims Urbz cat]

[Neko vs Kabegami]

[The Tiger vs Tiger]

[The Star vs Ann's cat]

[King vs Talking Tom]

[Ebony vs Ashes]

[Nintendogs' cats vs Nyan Cat]

Round 1 - Week 5

[Goomba Cat vs Pete]

[Super Mario cats vs Castle Town cats]

[Bongo vs Mr. Midnight]

[Judd vs MEWO]

[Chilly vs Tabby Bee]

[Vivi vs Yuumi]

[Cait Sith vs The Beast]

[King Tom vs The Empress]

Round 2 - Week 6

[Blaze the Cat vs ?]

[Daffodil vs ?]

[Stray cat vs ?]

[[REDACTED] vs ?]

[Raymond vs ?]

[His Majesty vs ?]

[Lumi vs ?]

[Jibanyan vs ?]

Round 2 - Week 7

[Wagahai vs ?]

[Stardew Valley cats vs ?]

[Minecraft cats vs ?]

[Espurr vs ?]

[M'aiq the Liar vs ?]

[Cheshire Cat vs ?]

[KITR vs ?]

[Spring vs ?]

Round 2 - Week 8

[Mae Borowski vs ?]

[Momo vs ?]

[Morgana vs ?]

[Krampy vs ?]

TBD

Round 2 - Week 9

[Tabby Slime vs ?]

[Eve vs ?]

TBD

[asktemmie-frisk]

Flying Colors

Frisk: Hey admin, it's getting colder by the day, you know. With a form like that, you'll freeze to death no sweat. Bet you wish you had warm fur like me, huh?

Me: You cocky, short temmie. You think I didn't plan ahead for this, don't you? Asriel was right. And wrong. You may not be dumb, but you don't really think ahead, do you? *gets bathed in light, and changes into a bird*

What do you think? Not bad, huh?

Frisk: * realizes he forgot I can transform* I hate you.