#undyne silhouette

[random-undertale-art]

Protect the underground :P

[bonestrouslingbones]

btw one of the things i want to do when i really rap up atbb for real is spontaneously get the energy at will to do actual updated fullbodies of the main 4 since now i actually have the ability to draw them the way they look in my head & have the skills to put some more variety in their shapes. basically i wanna

[carlyraejepsans]

Ok im trying to make a character and really struggling to make them fit the vibe of undertale, do you have any thoughts on undertale's character design philosophy? or know anyone who does? tips? idk you know alot about undertale, im kinda at the design phase of "throw shit at the wall and see what sticks"

undertale character philosophy rule number 1) get silly with it. rule number 2) be fully, whole-pussedly earnest. do not half ass do NOT undermine your genuinity with useless irony it is the POISON of whimsy. actually no rule number 1) think of every possible wordplay you could make outta them. visual gags included, those are important. undertale is a comedy before being anything else. you know what these aren't in order of importance anymore, who care.

anyway, UT characters are all somehow stuck in their patterns and cycles. either through mistakes, through circumstances outside of their control, past trauma, regret, etc, but they're stuck in that. what breaks them out of that cycle is a crucial aspect of their personality and set of beliefs. keep that in mind while you brainstorm their backstory.

give them speaking quirks. you're gonna feel a little silly at first, but there's not one main character in the game whose identity you can't discern by their dialogue lines alone. no soundbit, no portrait, no context. the way they say it by itself is distinctive enough to make them recognizable. let that guide your writing process.

....ok just realized you probably meant character design as in visual character design. ok, new try: puns and double meanings and things that are not what they seemed at first sight. there's a lot of design repetition with alterations in undertale's NPCs; froggit and final froggit, the dogs in the guard, snowdrake and knight knight. see what aspects are kept and what is altered. remember: while the main characters skew towards more humanoid designs (bipedal, upright, 4 limbs, recognizable face), they all have extremely different body types, often simplifiable in a single geometric shape for the stockier ones (toriel, sans, box mtt being rectangular, toby saying how he wanted to make alphys look like a triangle), while the ones with more complex silhouettes get really fucking weird with it (papyrus is self explanatory, undyne's tall and gangly noodly shape). get creative and get diverse. consider buying the art book, even! i feel like that might be a good choice. have fun, hope this helped!! (very likely didn't lol)

[simhuman]

Fangamer and Editmode have a new Undertale pin badge gacha collection, exclusive to the Kyoto store.

There are nine designs: Undyne with Monster Kid, Annoying Dog, Alphys, Sans with Papyrus, Frisk, Mettaton, Napstablook, Flowey, and a secret design. The secret design's silhouette is shown on the machine and sure looks like Temmie.

Source: https://twitter.com/EDITMODE_KYOTO/status/1727229616824459712

[faux-mance]

thinking about geno's impostor syndrome

his own world replaced him. it tore apart his code to make another version of him that lived his life, and he was forced to watch that sans fill his

and maybe he was glad after was taking care of papyrus, but that doesn't make it hurt, any less. geno was supposed to be the one doing that. it wasn't supposed to come to this. it wasn't fucking fair that he'd suffered so much, only to see another version of him be with geno's brother.

but maybe it was fair. maybe it was what he deserved. he couldn't save his friends. he couldn't save his brother. he couldn't even save himself. it was why he gave up the name sans, wasn't it? he didn't deserve that name. he didn't deserve that life.

— the surface doesn't change how geno feels. sure, the sun on his face and his feet in the grass feel nice. but geno can't help thinking it wasn't supposed to be for him. like the very code in the world is calling him a fraud. this ending wasn't for him. it was for frisk and sans and papyrus. it was for toriel and undyne and alphys and asgore and all the other monsters. why should geno intrude on any of that? what right did he have, to claim this world as his own? he couldn't even save himself. it'd been frisk's idea to use the pie to get him out of the save screen. he didn't deserve to be here. maybe that was what led him to go back into the mountain. to walk through soft, undisturbed snow. not many would step foot here again. not many would want to. that was fine with geno. he found it under a house all too similar to the one now on the surface. that one felt foreign to him, just like the sunlight and the grass and the smiles of his family. this one, he knew well. the click of a lock opened a back door into a dark room, one that hadn't seen the light of day for quite a while. he slid the syringe out of the drawer, the viscous determination inside swirling slowly, the light emanating from it casting a soft red glow on geno's hand. at the same moment, his gaze fell on a familiar silhouette under a purple curtain. the corners of his mouth quirked up into a smile.

[desperate-timesau]

Can we ask undyne?

A strange silhouette stands before you.

It doesn't say anything.

[luna-is-lost]

UNDERWELCOMED

CHAPTER 13

Sir POV:

A fleet of great men and women lost in a signal day…

15 of our best hounds lost; 5 no longer able to serve…

All because of him…

So, “WHY WAS I SPARED!”

I scream staring into the mirror, which shatters as my fist collides with it, knowing we need to get him back…

Sans’ POV:

…This is probably fine…

Papyrus is lying unconscious on Snowdin’s floor, Flowey is most likely watching still, and I have no clue what to do now that Pap remembers.

‘Maybe start with healing that crack in his skull’ Yelled the analytical part of my brain, but I was still frozen in shock.

After a few seconds I gather my self and begin to evaluate the situation. Papyrus looks okay, provided the exception of the small crack in his skull (it could be easily healed, Papyrus had always been stronger than him), a few marks from the thorns of Flowey’s vines, and a small fracture in his left arm… Papyrus will be fine. Papyrus is ALWAYS fine, he has to be… ‘Cause I’m not sure how to do this without him… He’s my little brother, so I’ll do what’s needed to protect him. That’s my duty, always has been.

I gather Papyrus the best I can into an almost hug and prepare to teleport… I’m going to feel horrible tomorrow with all this used magic, but Papyrus is worth it. He’s always worth it.

Undyne’s POV:

A bright blue flash appears and out comes the silhouette of the skeleton brothers. “Sans? Where were you…?” My question is lost to the wind as Papyrus drops from the arms of a dizzy-looking Sans. I run up to them and throw Papyrus over my shoulder (rather easily I might add) as I grab Sans’ shoulders to help him steady out. “ ran into a certain flower that really makes my anger ‘bloom’. heh… oh… and pap needs some help with…” He trails off as he gestures to the rather pained skeleton on my shoulder (who happens to be my best friend, and if I find who did this I WILL TAKE REVENGE), looking kinda sad. “Let’s get HIM healed and YOU some food, not to be rude, but you look awful.” I chuckle as I (not so) gently lay Pap on a floor mat, and apologize to said sleeping skeleton when he winces. “yeah… prob’ly for the best…” Sans yawns as he walks to the kitchen-ish area, though it isn’t much. One day, when the humans accept us, we can have the wonderful thing the surface offers, but for now, we need to work to get our prize. We WILL Win. We have to… I am DETERMINED to make it work.

“Papyrus?” I nudge my friend in an attempt to wake him up. It’s weird to think that not long ago I had no idea he was capable of doing that, but I feel more and more like Papyrus is part of something MUCH bigger than anyone thought… Maybe he is…

“…owie…” Papyrus’ broken voice responds. “Can you eat something so you can heal?” “Mmhm…” He sits himself up with a tired groan and a worried look on his face. “I-Is… Sans A-Alright?…” As if he was called on, Sans appears right next to Papyrus. With another yawn; seriously, how tried can one monster be? He hands him some sort of canned fruit and a piece of monster candy, before settling down next to him, leaning against his brother’s shoulder for support. “Okay, NOW, tell me what happened!” “really it was nothin’ “ Sans gives me no helpful information while Papyrus shivers and grips his skull painfully. “Are you okay Papyrus!?/you okay paps!?” Sans and I ask him simultaneously. His eye sockets are wide as he repeats, “I R-Remember…” “WHAT EXACTLY DOES HE REMEMBER?!” I yell out but Sans is already falling asleep… What happened…

Sir’s POV:

The tracking device on the giant skeletal monster was going haywire earlier. Appearing from an undisclosed location to Mt. Ebbot in seconds… That should be physically impossible… Maybe monsters are more powerful than we thought. Even Papyrus rose high in military ranks swiftly. Actually, he did in three weeks what take humans 25 years… He became a general… If Papyrus and his race are similar, there’s no way we can win this… They’re to powerful to destroy. So not only is our government’s power and the country’s military strength in danger, but they could easily overpower or destroy us. Destroy everything… There would be nothing we could say or do. They’d win… Unless…

…we destroyed their order…

…we destroyed their king…

Papyrus’ POV:

Sans… The King… Undyne… The Royal Guard… The Web Of Lies… Muffet… The Machine… The Army… The Underground… Humans… SOULS… The Human Frisk… Death… Resets… Timelines… Flowey… Manipulation… Loneliness… Forgettable… Useless… Dust… …👎︎☼︎📬︎ ☝︎♋︎⬧︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎…

How do flowers talk. Why did he hide. Why did she lie? Why didn’t they live? Can I trust him? Did he mean to? Why did he disappear? Will the world go back? How can silence scream? Why does it hurt…

I wanted them back. I wanted to remember… But the memories bring more questions, bring more pain. I wanted this… WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH! … I just wanted to remember… It hurts… Why?…

I feel tears stream down my face as I begin to shake… Why does it have to hurt?… I don’t think I like this very much…

“U-Undyne…?” I catch the captain’s attention in a second. “Papyrus! Are you alright?!” “I T-Think?…” I try to sit up, but Undyne shakes her head in disapproval as she sits next to me. “So… uh… are you feeling any better?” “A l-little?…” She smiles and compliments my strength. “If you’re feeling up to it, could you tell me what you remember?” “E-Everything… M-My Childhood, The Royal Guard, The Base I W-Was Kept At… You and S-Sans and Everyone Else T-Too…” She looks shocked for a moment then she just smiles. … The Human… “Papyrus? Is something wrong?” “No… J-Just… I M-Miss My Friend…” She looks down sadly. “Yeah, a lot of monsters are missing or dus- on vacation” “I…” I sigh. What’s the point of talking about the human if it will make Undyne sad? My friends deserve the world, my brother does too, despite being lazy and slightly self deprecative… “Undyne” “Yeah?” “I T-Think Everything Is Going T-To Be Alright, We J-Just Need To Believe!” Right?…

CHAPTER 14 COMING SOON-ISH

[susartwork]

How do you draw clothing I'm bad at investing new clothes

Do you mean how I make character designs? Well! First off think of your character. Their design has to tell who they are. Show their story and personality through it!

I have a Pinterest board where I save every interesting outfit I find. When I'm creating a new character I go there and try to mix a few elements together till I get something I like, and that suits my character.

For example, look here where I found the inspiration for UW!Undyne:

I tried to convey how she likes to be comfortable but also likes to dress well. The colors show that she has a somewhat serious personality, as they are desaturated. I also let her show her eye patch and leg prosthesis, because they're a big part of her story. Also the Delta Rune, to symbol she works for the king.

Talking about colors-- uhh I suck at choosing colors, so I grab some pre-made palettes on internet and mix them till I like the combination.

I'm not a professional, as I always ignore most of the basic rules of character design (like silhouette, shapes etc). I just draw what I like lol. Hope this helps!

[cyberfell-redux]

General Character Lore Part 2:

Grillby

Just because something comes to you naturally, doesn't mean it'll come easy.

Owning and running establishments where monsters can grab a drink and relax has always come easily to Grillby, but it damn well has not come easily. At least underground he'd been able to garner enough respect from his fellow monsters that he knew his rules would be followed - hardly anyone has shown him an ounce of respect since he tried to reopen on the surface.

In spite of everything, he's done his best to play nice. He's tried to follow the rules, ask people to leave instead of dragging them out, calling the police instead of getting into the fray himself, causing minor injuries in self defense instead of charring his would be attackers. He'd tried and tried and tried, so when it all came down he wasn't too shocked.

Stars know these people just cannot leave each other alone, and the rule of law only goes so far when everyone knows the cops won't show up for monsters anymore. When they stopped showing up for humans too though, that's when things got interesting.

Yes, it felt eerily familiar watching the world go up in flames again. He'd been there when the king's son died the first time, he knew how this song and dance went. First tension, then instability, and once that thin string stopping anarchy from overflowing snaps, things go back to how they were how they always would be.

Callous as that sounds, Grillby's never been a fan of the kill or be killed attitude so many monsters foster - he just wants to do business in peace. The more people can safely enter his establishment, the more money flows into his pockets.

Reopening hadn't been easy, and getting everyone on the same page about the rules took more... explaining than he would have guessed, but all in all, things are on the rise for Grillby's.

Undyne had been a surprising hire, stars knows those two have more than enough to bankroll their positions well into the next century, but when Dogamy called in a favor he was inclined to say yes. Who could possibly be more qualified than the captain of the royal guard herself? No one, monster or human, was going to break the rules now. Even better, he wouldn't have to worry about getting rid of the smell of burning flesh anymore. As such, the reinstatement of the his old rules came naturally:

Rule 1: Absolutely no fighting inside of the establishment.

Rule 2: Pay your damn tab.

Rule 3: Don't fuck with the employees, don't fuck with the other patrons, don't fuck with the bartender.

Mettaton

Despite the permanent, lingering smog and the general grime of New Ebott's streets it would be hard for any denizen, monster or human to picture a New Ebott without their host. Oh, yes. The spectacle no one can stop talking about, love him or hate him, you cannot step outside without seeing a billboard of Mettaton.

"Good evening, my miserable masses!", his voice booms across the city, echoing in dark alleyways and bringing life to long, packed elevators. His image, vibrant neon pink complimented finely with gold and red accents, seems to hover in the air, as of his image is so far above the muck of the world below. A sleek silhouette complimented with sharp edges, an icon of sophistication and a known menace.

Even as New Ebott's own leading anchor, the irony of the position was not lost on him. All it took for him to take the human airwaves by storm was to be the last one standing. Man or monster, he's always been the ultimate showman, and with his improved bulletproof body and uncrackable monster tech upgrades provided by Dr. Alphys herself there is no one left to challenge that spot.

And so, with grim delight and a hint of sarcasm, Mettaton once again reports on the state of the city's decay.

"Today's Top Story: Blood and Dust on the Streets - Who's Who in Today's Killings?" Mettaton announces with a tone so cheerful no one in their right mind would buy it. "Oh yes, you heard that right! The numbers are even higher than last year's so far, and it's only June! If you're alive to hear that you're doing better than most, but who's doing the killing this time around? Stay tuned to find out!"

In the background, a nauseating collection of bombed buildings, street fights, and a zoomed in shot from an illegal aug den full of virus fried humans and piles of dust. Mettaton remained unfazed standing in front of it, a stark, shinning contrast to the desperation.

“It seems our ‘esteemed’ citizens are embracing the high-risk lifestyle,” Mettaton continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“It’s almost as if they’ve taken a page from our very own guidebook: ‘MTT Presents: How to Turn Your Short Life into a Grim Spectacle!’ Their dedication to self-destruction is both impressive and... well, a tad foolish, but who can blame them?”

He flashed a blindingly bright smile, one that seemed to mock both the victims and his audience. “Remember, my dear viewers, if you’re planning to join the rising death toll, at least make it memorable. A bit of flair never hurt anyone... maybe you'll even be featured on tomorrow's episode!”

The billboard flickered and dimmed, the elevator feeds transitioned to the next ad, and the city continued to smolder in it's normal gloom. While the sardonic broadcast came to an end, the twisted spectacle of the streets would do no such thing.

It is a shame everything had to crumble for him to get here, but now that he's at the top of the heap Mettaton will do whatever it takes to stay here.

[shedeltaonmyrune]

Hey, I’m obsessed with your Canadian undertale. Big upps for Canada.

I’ve seen it said theorized before, and I lowkey think that moun’t ebbot is on our side of the Rockies!! Canadian sans isn’t that far fetched of a theory!!

Sans undertale would love bunny hugs and touques - you just know he’s seen letter kenny, too.

I didn’t know I needed hockyplayer papyrus in my life, but now that I’ve seen it I love it. I think paps would have one hell of a culture shock once he learns what puck bunnies are - HAHAHAHA

for some reason I could see him really getting down with curling too? Maybe it’s just because he’s super tall and gangly. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Lmao thanks! Honestly yeah I think it would make sense for Ebott to be here too :)

Yes I was gonna give sans a toque in the og drawing, but he looked too similar to pap's silhouette so I changed it to the hat he has now. But just know that he owns a matching toque set with his brother! And yeah he's definitely seen every season of letterkenny

Yeah hockey player pap is probably my favourite part of this madness, it just fits so well. I can picture his bossfight in my mind so clearly. I think he already knows what puck bunnies are, since this au isn't so much "they surface in to canada" as it is "the underground IS like canada". Snowdin surely already has a few puck bunnies lol. Literally!

I was thinking of making Undyne a curler actually! Which, in turn, would mean she's teaching Papyrus to curl too I suppose? Either that or she's a hockey player too, I haven't decided yet lol. Lacrosse also!

Thanks for the ask about my silly sort of au!

[potabo]

Some things we know about de-termination, our favourite mcguffin

Monsters can have it regardless of whether they're mostly magic or not (see UT Undyne)

Monsters in DR definitely have it (see Berdly almost opening the fountain)

Monsters in DR probably have the exact same qualities as humans including with regards to dt (unconfirmed but toby's original plan for the town to be entirely humans + also some funky silhouette stuff with the humans from the legend looking like susie and kris)

dt doesn't need a soul to be contained in a body (everyones favourite number one rated flower [[2015]])

Darkners do not have it (probably) (queens need for a peon)

It is the will to live

it melts things with high buoyancy

it is used (somehow) to create dark fountains

possibly related to the ability to save and load (confirmed in UT, questionable in DR)

its a pun

it is present in human souls (extraction experiments)

human bodies likely retain it in some manner without a soul (our favourite geno demon chara, kris able to open the fountain(?))\

boss monsters

what the fuck is a darkworld save

[neitherlightnordark]

mettaton and children. now

BUT OF COURSE I LOVE CHILDREN!! WHY WOULDN’T I? THEY'RE SOME OF THE TELEVISION’S MOST DEVOTED FANS! WITH SO MUCH FREE TIME AND WHIMSY ON THEIR HANDS, IT'S NO WONDER THAT EVERY DAY, RIGHT ON THE DOT, THEY TUNE IN TO MY SHOW... FOR FAMILY-FRIENDLY, AMUSING, AND BLOODTHIRSTY TIMES! DON’T BELIEVE ME? JUST ASK... ANY ONE OF THEM!

...That’s a camera! Yo, am I on... TV?

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Yo, that's so cool!! Everyone can see me! Hi, mom! ... Oh, man, I forgot I’m not supposed to be out... Maybe I can get a ski mask somewhere? Uh, hey, do you have any ski masks?

SKI MASKS? IN SNOWDIN? WHY?

My mom told me I had to be back quick after my errand... She’s gonna be mad if she sees the paparazzi swarmed me first! You better be careful or she’ll have your hide, ha ha!

MY, MY. A FAN SUCH AS YOURSELF... OR AT LEAST, SOMEONE IN MY SHOW’S TARGET DEMOGRAPHIC... FAILS TO RECOGNIZE MY METALLIC FORM OUT IN THE LIGHT? ALTHOUGH I SUPPOSE THE SNOW'S SHEEN... MAKES IT HARDER TO LOOK AT ME. SURELY YOU CAN AT LEAST RECOGNIZE MY SILHOUETTE! I'M THE SQUARE THAT APPEARS IN YOUR TV SOMETIMES. WITH FLASHING LIGHTS AS A FACE AND A WHEELY THING UNDERNEATH. SOUND FAMILIAR?

Uh... Either way, you look super cool, mister!

THAT'S RIGHT! DON’T WORRY ABOUT NOT HAVING WATCHED MY SHOW, DARLING. NOT ONLY DOES IT PLAY EVERY DAY, AT THE SAME TIME, FOREVER... BUT, THERE'S NO OTHER SHOWS ON MY CHANNEL. SO I GOT THE EMPTY SPACES TO BE FILLED WITH MY SHOW’S RERUNS. NOW YOU CAN WATCH MTT TV ON THE GO, NO MATTER WHAT TELEVISION SET YOUR JOURNEYS TAKE YOU TO!

That's cool! Can I go now, mister MTT TV?

WHAT?? HEY, NO--- *COUGHS* *ROBOTICALLY* ERR, WHERE’RE YOU HEADING TODAY?

Miss QC’s Shop! That’s, uh, on the west-most part of Snowdin Town. If I help dust Miss QC’s shelves today, I get a free bicicle!

HOW FINE AND DANDY! A LOCAL BUSINESS!I MIND IF I TAG ALONG? 

Sure! Why not?

THAT'S RIGHT, YOUR LOCAL DAZZLING STAR LOVES EATING OUT AT PLACES THAT ARE PRIVATELY OWNED! AND TODAY I’LL BRING TO YOU AN EVEN SPECIAL-ER OFFER! PURCHASE A BICICLE AT MISS QC’S SHOP... AND GET A FREE STARFAIT AT MTT-BRAND BURGER EMPORIUM IN RETURN! MAKE SURE TO TAKE THE ELEVATORS SO YOU’RE NOT TOO STARVING... BUT EVEN THEN, I’M SURE YOU’LL STILL BE TEMPTED BY OUR GLAMOUROUS, SEQUIN-SPECKLED FOODS... WHEN YOU STAGGER UP TO OUR SLIGHTLY DAMP DOUBLE DOORS! YOU CAN'T GET THESE DEALS ANYWHERE ELSE! (STAMPS VERIFYING PURCHASE AVAILABLE AT QC’S SHOP UPON REQUEST)

I don't know Miss QC very well, but... I dunno if she’ll appreciate the free advertising...

DON’T BE RIDICULOUS. EVERYBODY LOVES BEING SHOUTED OUT BY FAMOUS PEOPLE.

You’re famous?

OH COME ON.

Ha ha! Yo, I was just joking!

HA HA HA. IS THIS WHAT THEY CALL BEING A LITTLE SCAMP? AH, YOUTH. (IF ONLY I COULD RECALL BEING SO PRECOCIOUS...)

...?

HERE’S ANOTHER DEAL. I BUY THE BICICLE FOR YOU. YOU WATCH MY SHOW! HOW’S THAT SOUND.

I don’t need you to buy me an excuse to watch more television, sir!

(MTT TV DOES NOT CONDONE MINDLESS CONSUMPTION OF ENTERTAINMENT, LEST IT BECOME ADDICTIVE, ESPECIALLY YOUTH. THIS IS WHY ALL METTATON COMMERCIAL BREAKS INVOLVE THIRTY MINUTES OF METTATON SCAMPERING THROUGH FIELDS OF GRASS, SPONSORED BY METTATON.)

Hey, are you listening to me! (whispering) I said, as long as you edit out my face! And make my voice really deep.

(WHISPERING) SURE! WHAT DO YOU WANT TO LOOK LIKE INSTEAD?

... Have you heard of this cool person named Captain Undyne?

WHY, YES I HAVE, DARLING! IN FACT... AFTER I BUY YOU THIS BICICLE, I THINK I’VE GOT A KEY RIGHT TO HER HOUSE! METAPHORICALLY.

REALLY?!

YEP, SHE LOVES ME. I’M SURE SHE’D ALSO LOVE CO-STARRING WITH YOU!

Well--- I--- *coughs* *lizardly* ...Maybe someday soon, yo! For now... I’ve got to bring groceries back home. The reason Captain Undyne’s so great... is because she never breaks promises! She’d do the same if she were me.

THAT’S FINE BY ME! I DON’T NEED ANY EXCUSES TO CONVINCE HER TO PLAY MORE TOTALLY TRIVIA! THANKS FOR THE GREAT IDEA, UH...

Haha, you’re welcome, mister...

METTATON. JUST METTATON, NO TV. THAT’S MY COMPANY.

Okay! See you!

AND SEE YOU IN FIVE MINUTES AFTER I’M DONE BEING VIRTUOUS IN THIS SHOP, VIEWERS~

[lynxgriffin]

Hi lynx! just wanted to say I really enjoyed your artstyle of endogeny, and because of that, I'd love to ask three questions specifically on them (note that this is a continuation of the previous ask of endogeny)

since endogeny doesn't have a tongue, would they have to resort to something like french kissing to express affection or saying hello if that's the case.

Can the silhouettes under endogeny lick instead, in contrast to endogeny's lack of a tongue?

what would endogeny look like if they were to act as a lap dog? (and yes, you can answer the questions above in the drawing you would make, heck, even make endogeny fluffy too if you'd like too)

and well, that's all I ask for you to do, but hey, if you don't want to then that's ok with me, it's optional, though I would really appreciate it if you answered the three questions in your own words, It's your choice to make, not mine.

Thanks very much, I'm glad that you've enjoyed the art!

I think the answers to both one and two are that there's just foam. Happiness foam! Foam all over the place. That seems to be how it does most things.

And uhh...I think for the third, it would just be a big goop pile. Kinda got how some of that might go with Undyne attempting to suplex them in DOFP!

[carlyraejepsans]

What was your design process for Daemo? Its not easy balancing traits from both Toriel, Sans AND their own original trains, yet you do it so expertly.

Thank you! Well, I started from the premise that I didn't want to make a hybrid. I wasn't aiming for zombified goat or pure humanoid skeleton with horns/ears, i wanted something that felt distinctly itself... so! goat skeleton it is.

the two main elements that draw from sans and toriel respectively are the. well. bones. and the clearly non humanoid build. those elements are pretty easy to merge: just add a tail and give them paws/claws instead of hands and feet. the trickier part was the face, what with sans being, once again, bone, and toriel being so squishy and soft and, well. appendage-y.

I took the eyes pretty much directly from sans' design, and smoothed the transition to goat-monster-like through the design of the gaster blasters (elongated face, fanged muzzle) which are still closely associated with sans.

gotta be honest. the jaw splitting thing was a one-time gag with undyne that i got really attached to. so now it's a thing forever, once again taken from the blaster design.

since i wanted to stick to my choice of making them 100% a skeleton, it did pose a bit of a problem in trying to make them look like toriel. a very recognizable part of her design are her big floppy ears, which, being cartilage and fur, don't exactly translate to a skeleton monster. so... what do?

the answer is horns! the first set, the one on top of their skull, were kind of a given. but the second one that's positioned laterally is there specifically as a stand in for the ears. i have a couple of sketches of daemo when they get older (although i might revisit the design one of these days, I'm not super happy with it), and you can see it very plainly there, because when they get older, their side horns grow and twist downward, essentially fulfilling the same role in their silhouette as toriel's ears.

thank you so much for the question, i hope my rambling made sense, HAHA!

[unma]

Judgement Hall

A drwing made for last year's anniversary, supposed to be posted aloong with the Undyne piece I actually did post. Never finished it though, as uh.....

Have you seen this drawing?

Far too much detail for me to actually truck through at the time, not to mention I hadn't finished

I liked the silhouette effect a lot. As you can tell, it was one of the first things I finished.

This was also yet another attempt at perspective, and one of the few that I actually still like somewhat. Though to be fair, not many even get a completed sketch...

Anyway, I liked this piece, even if I'll never complete it.

[magicdreemurr17]

Chapter 8.5: "Sweet Beginnings"

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The sound of splashing puddles echoed through the caverns of Waterfall as Red continued to give chase to that pesky mutt. It still firmly clenched her sword in its mouth as it seemed to trail further and further away. That stupid dog always seemed to run way faster, even when it ran at the same pace as the person chasing it. Luckily for her, it left a trail of Dog Residue in its wake, enabling her to stay on top of its whereabouts.

Those humans got real lucky that this annoying dog stole my sword, she thought.

The hooded monster worried how far they would get through the Underground now that she was forced to get sidetracked, but she shook those concerns away almost immediately. No matter how determined they were to escape, the humans would never get past Undyne. Few of them ever did, and the only two who managed to get past her died anyways.

Red turned the corner, only to find the little canine had suddenly vanished without a trace. She looked puzzled, eyeballing the path of abandoned Dog Residue to find its trail stopped at the wall, but with no notable escape hatch or anything of the sort. Not even a doggie door.

That's weird, she thought.

An idea began to formulate in her head as she knocked on the barren wall curiously. Red's suspicion was verified when the sound of a hollowed echoed from within. There was definitely some sort of open space hidden behind there; a secret chamber perhaps.

"Well, there's no choice..." she muttered in frustration, taking out a single bomb and stepping back a fair distance.

Red threw the explosive without hesitation, hoping to blast through the wall with brute force, but something strange happened in response. Instead of exploding on impact, the bomb was... absorbed into the cavern wall, leaving only a peculiar ripple and causing the hooded monster noticeable distress.

"W-What the..-?!"

Before she could try again, the ripple started to increase in wavelengths, making the distortion waver and fade into a new form. What materialized from Red's obstruction appeared to be a simple-looking, grey door. Her eyes widened as she reached for the doorknob, her hand shaking a bit as she turned it ever-so slightly, just to open and peek inside. The room behind the door was rather... indescribable. There was no floor, no wall, no ceiling... you couldn't really see much, if anything at all. There was no light, no sound, no detail... not a speck of intricacy in the layout of the chamber. It was just barren and lifeless in the scariest way possible... an empty void.

Just then, a sudden 'yip' caught Red's attention as her eyes laid on the same white dog she had been in pursuit of this whole time. It was wagging its tail and panting ridiculously, the sound beginning to echo through the emptiness and making Red's ears twitch painfully underneath her hood. This carefree mutt had stolen its last chew toy.

"There you are! Give me back my sword!" she demanded, stomping her foot angrily, but it seemed to unfaze the mischievous canine.

"Toby, is that you? What's up?" asked another voice suddenly, making the hooded monster jolt slightly as she turned up to the sound of echoing footsteps approaching. She got into a rather defensive stance despite being down one weapon to defend herself, looking around for the source of the voice when a silhouette appeared in her peripheral vision. The figure was about average height given the voice she heard, (she figured they were in the teen to young adult range), and they adorned a purple cloak, hiding most of their distinguishable features underneath a hood much like her own. The only thing Red could see from them at this distance was a pair of icy blue eyes that looked almost harmless.

"Oh! We have a guest?" the new figure acknowledged, inquiring Red's presence curiously, "That's odd, nobody should be able to access the Void other than us... wait, can you even see or hear me? Please, wait just a moment..."

With a snap of their fingers, the stranger filled the empty room with a dim light coming from who knows where. It gave off just enough light so Red could see the stranger's face face underneath their cloak. It was a girl. She had pale, alabaster skin and wavy, platinum blonde hair with messy bangs, but that was to be expected given she's probably worn that hood over her face for a while... however, to Red, the most disturbing feature about this person was what she was. She was no monster... she was a human.

"Y-You're..-" Red stammered.

"What are you doing here..?" another voice spoke up.

The human turned to the source of the voice as Red gasped, both of them noticing the rather tall skeleton monster standing a few feet away, behind the human. He wore a very long, black trench coat, which almost melted into the ground he stood on. In fact, his whole body seemed rather unstable, despite looking (at the very least) mostly presentable. On the edges of his eyes, he had cracks stretching in opposite directions, down from his left socket and up from his right. He gave off a rather intimidating aura, but he wasn't the only one who she could sense through the dark, as in the far corner from where they stood was another unusual presence, this one a bit more threatening. Their aura had remnants of a cold and distant individual, but she couldn't clearly make out who or what it was coming from. All she could see were a pair of blood red eyes glaring at her from the darkness.

"Oh dear... Toby, did you steal her sword and drag your new friend all the way over here..?" asked the human that 'greeted' Red first, kneeling down beside the little dog as she wagged her finger scoldingly, "Naughty Toby... It's not nice to steal others's belongings. If you wanted a free toy, I could've just given you one myself," she held out one hand to the Annoying Dog, "now come on... be a good boy and drop the weapon. Please, Toby?"

To Red's further astonishment, the dog actually listened to the human, spitting the sword carefully out into the palm of her hand and barking in acknowledgement before scampering off into the void. The cloaked human scowled slightly by the faint glistening of doggie drool on the blade's handle and pulled out a handkerchief from... wait, she pulled it out of thin air? Red eyeballed the leggings that the human was wearing, now that she could see thanks to the light that was provided to her. She didn't appear to have pockets, so where did she get the handkerchief?!

Do I even want to know? Red asked herself. Oddly enough, when the thought crossed her mind, the skeleton standing behind the human seemed to eyeball her, as if he knew what Red was thinking.

After wiping the blade clean of Toby's slobber, the human flicked the handkerchief magically out of existence (to Red's further astonishment) and got up from where she was kneeling, walking over to the hooded monster with a soft smile as she held the sword out in both hands. Red flinched slightly and jumped back a bit in surprise, her whole body quivering from the anxiety of the situation. This human that stood before her looked like that other one; the aggressive human she encountered back at Snowdin with a bad attitude, but at the same time, there were notable differences between the two... namely their eye color, the lack of glasses on this one, and a clear different sense in fashion. Their skin tones and hair color were also slightly different, but these differences were more subtle than the aforementioned examples.

"I'm really sorry about Toby," the human began, apologizing on the Annoying Dog's behalf, "he's not a bad dog by any means. Being mischievous is just his way of making new friends. I hope he hasn't caused you any inconveniences."

This girl was... being nice to her..? Was she out of her mind? Was she playing some kind of sick game with her? Well, she wasn't going to play along. With a low growl in the back of her throat, Red snatched her sword out of the human's hands, earning her a shocked gasp. She gripped the handle of her blade tightly and shut her eyes as she plunged the sharp edge into the human's abdomen, nailing her right in the gut.

That should do it, humans are generally weak in that area of their bodies, Red thought.

There was a tense silence, but her ears twitched when she heard the third presence in the back let out a low scoff.

"Idiot..." he muttered, "your attack didn't do anything."

She opened her eyes to the blow she dealt, appalled to find that no blood was staining her sword or the human's clothes. She pulled her blade back, only to see the human's body waver and distort back to its natural structure, as if her attack simply passed through her, like if she were a ghost. Red panicked and tried to stab her once again, but the same process just repeated itself. Her attacks fazed right through the human, leaving her completely untouched by the Red's slashes.

W-What's going on!? Red's mind panicked, unable to fully process what was happening before her own eyes.

"... So, do you want your sword back..?" the human questioned, a confused look on her face, "I'm getting very mixed signals here..."

Red stared up at those icy blue eyes in horror, but the skeleton behind them stifled a laugh, holding one hand over his mouth to hide an amused grin creeping onto his features. Red took a step back, her hand that was wielding her weapon noticeably shaking, which elicited some concern from the cloaked human. Before she could say any more ridiculous things, Red turned and bolted out the grey door.

"Wait! Don't leave!" the human called out.

Red ignored her words and just kept running, completely mortified by what she just saw. Her attacks passed right through a human! A human who just magically made items appear in the palm of her hand by sheer willpower, and bent the Annoying Dog to her will too! The Annoying Dog, an infamous little mutt across the Underground, who was so unruly that not even King Asgore could get it to listen!

She called it 'Toby'... What was up with that?! Red pondered, And those other two with her, especially that skeleton... I thought Papyrus and Sans were the only skeletons left in the Underground! Why would a monster even be trying to hide a human from us?! We only need one more soul to break the barrier! And that other presence i sensed, were they human or monster too? Why were they there? Why were any of them there? Who were they?!

She turned the corner while she was lost among her thoughts, accidentally bumped into someone and falling backwards onto the ground, hissing as she rubbed her forehead gently. Judging by the force of the impact, she could tell the person she bumped into was wearing armor. That was definitely going to bruise later, but hopefully not too badly. Judging by the force of the impact, she could tell the person she bumped into was wearing armor. No wonder her head hurt...

"Woah, Red? What are you doing out here? I thought I had you stationed in Snowdin with the canine squad!" said the person she bumped into, their voice recognizable anywhere in the Underground.

Red jolted and turned upwards, locking eyes with the captain of the Royal Guard herself, Undyne.

"Undyne! Undyne! You gotta come quickly! There's a human living in our walls!" she exclaimed in a hurry, yanking at the captain's arm with her free hand. She probably sounded like a yippy little chihuahua, but she didn't care. What was important was getting some help in getting that human's soul, the last soul they needed to get out of this miserable place they called a 'home'. Undyne was just the person she could get that help from.

The word 'human' definitely caught the fish monster's attention though, as her eye widened significantly, "WHAT!? Where is it hiding!?"

Red put her sword away as she grabbed the captain's wrist and tugged at her to follow. Getting the message quickly, Undyne rushed through the damp caves as the smaller monster scampered ahead of her, leading her back to where she had found the strangers living in that empty void. To her surprise and Undyne's bewilderment, the grey door was not present anymore. Instead, it was back to looking like a regular cave wall.

Oh no you don't. You're not getting away from us this time, Red thought, reaching for her bombs again.

Undyne didn't seem to catch on to the younger monster's plan, tilting her head in concern, "Uh, what are you up to, R..-?"

Before the fish woman could finish her sentence, Red tossed her bombs at the wall again, hoping to expose the grey door like she did before, but instead of absorbing the projectiles, the wall remained normal as her bombs exploded upon impact, causing cracks to form in the walls and make the chamber very unstable. Sensing imminent danger, Undyne snatched Red by the wrist and pulled her out of the way as some incoming rocks crumbled from the ceiling. She pierced through the smaller chunks with her spear and rushed into the adjacent room, which luckily was unaffected by Red's little stunt.

"What the hell were you thinking!?" she shouted after putting Red down in front of her, "That hallway was already in bad enough shape with how unstable those walls are! It would've collapsed on its own without your help!"

"There was a hidden door behind that wall! That's where I found the human, I swear!" Red protested, eliciting Undyne to roll her eye at her claims.

"Yeah, alright. Sure." she replied halfheartedly, sounding sarcastic as she gently knocked her on the head a few times, "You sure you didn't hit your head too hard when you bumped into me? Maybe you ate too many Cinnamon Buns today..."

"I did not!" Red whined, "I'm telling you! I saw one there!"

"Uh huh," the guard captain walked by her quietly, waving off Red's whimpering, "call me when you actually find a human and not just an imaginary one in the wall, yeah?"

With a disgruntled scowl, Red watched Undyne leave without another peep. It was so frustrating that she still treated her like a little kid.

I wish she would just acknowledge me as another member of the..-

"I don't know whether I should count myself lucky or unlucky for this..." said a sudden and familiar voice, "I suppose it's both. I'm glad I don't have to watch her attempt to skewer me on her spear."

Red snapped out of her thoughts and almost leaped to the ceiling in surprise when she turned to find the strange human from before standing just a few feet away. She was standing right next to her. She was right there. How did Undyne not notice it!?

"Undyne! Undyne, come back! The human is right here!!" She shouted in alarm, running in circles like a panicked dog.

"Yeahhh, about that...'' she laughed awkwardly, clearing her throat, "She can't see me, little friend. Trust me, it's not like I haven't tried, but I just faze right through her. It's probably for the best, though. I'd hate to be in another awkward situation."

This only seemed to concern Red even more as she growled, "Don't call me little! You can't be real... There's no way. No human would still be standing after taking multiple stabs to the gut! You have to be a figment of my imagination!"

"Oh, I assure you, I'm very real. It's just that you're the first monster outside of the Void who can actually interact with me. I never imagined this was a possibility..." she inquired thoughtfully.

"How can you be so calm about this!? You're a human! We're supposed to be enemies!" the little monster snarled.

"I mean, we don't have to be." she replied, "We could be friends instead."

Red scoffed, "Hah! Yeah, right. Like I'd ever be friends with a human. You're the scum of the Earth. Just because there's millions of you guys, you act like you own everything. Your kind treats us like dirt, and you want us to be friends!? What kind of sick human joke is that?!"

Oddly enough, Red got caught off-guard when she noticed how sad the human looked when she vented her frustrations, especially so when she made the comment about her wanting to be friends was just a twisted joke. With a heavy sigh, the hooded human suddenly materialized something from thin air again, which grasped Red's attention immediately: a Cinnamon Bun. The short monster stared at the sweet delicacy with extreme interest, tempted to just rip it from her grasp, but there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes. Was it even real? Could she eat it? If she could, was it poisonous?

"I guess when you put it that way, humans really are despicable," she admitted, "but not every human is bad. The way I see it, humans are a lot like robots... when first brought into the world, we have what you could call a natural setting 'wired' into our brains that makes us start off good... however, under certain circumstances, we are encouraged to do more bad things based on what we are shown or taught by those who influence our decisions or our lives, and because of those influences, we can malfunction... in a sense."

Red glared up at her, "That's a terrible analogy and an insult to robots. The robots I know are nothing like your kind."

"It's the only comparison I can think of," she defended, a hint of disappointment in her tone, "with how most humans act, given what I've seen, I'm surprised there's so many of them still alive today."

Red's ears perked up under her hood. She sensed resentment and sadness behind those words, not just because of the human's tone and body language, but also the feelings that festered deep within her soul. It was no illusion or manner of deception. Those were her real feelings.

It doesn't matter, Red continued to tell herself, genuine or not, she's still a human... our enemy. Her feelings should be irrelevant, regardless if she agrees with me or not.

She heard a quiet laugh emit from the human as she turned up to look at her. She was smiling softly at her again. That same sickening smile that Red was beginning to hate so much. It was just so... innocent. How could anyone look so stupidly naive?

"You're stubborn, aren't you..? I can tell with how your face contorts when you're lost in thought..." she inquired, holding the Cinnamon Bun in her hand in front of Red before dangling it close to her own mouth as if to take a bite out of it, inciting a horrified gasp from the shorter monster.

"No! Stop it! Gimme!" Red pleaded, whimpering desperately as she started jumping up and down for the treat.

She giggled and held out the untouched sweet to her new companion, "Here."

Without a second of further hesitation, (mostly because she didn't want to run the risk of it being eaten by something else), Red snatched the delicacy from the human's hand and ripped into it like a rabid animal. The flavor of it practically melted in her mouth. It tasted just like any other Cinnamon Bun she'd eaten: perfection to her palette. As always, Cinnamon Buns were her favorite food.

Just then, she felt a hand rest atop her head gently. She turned up to find the human, stroking her like someone to their pet dog. She was petting her with a strange gentleness, almost as if she feared breaking Red with her simple headpat. Red felt her tail wagging underneath her cloak, whipping back and forth with the pets she received. The joy it made her feel was indescribable, but she still felt a tinge of insecurity at the knowledge of the touch coming from a human. It just didn't feel right, given she tried to kill this human moments ago.

"If you'll give me a chance, I'll reward you with more Cinnamon Buns..." she reminded Red of that strange ability to materialize items from thin air. How she could do such a thing was beyond her comprehension, but if it meant more free Cinnamon Buns...

"That being said," she continued, "You'd have to use my gold to go out and buy them for yourself majority of the time, since I won't always have them in my inventory."

"What?" she looked up at the hooded human in confusion.

"Don't worry about it. I'll explain at another time." The human stared off into space for a bit, leaving Red looking perplexed in awkward silence. Underneath her purple cloak, she had a look of inquiry on her face, as if she was analyzing something Red couldn't see before smiling and turning back towards the half collapsed hallway, "Follow me."

"W-Wait! Isn't it dangerous?" asked Red.

"Not necessarily. If the hallway were to collapse, I can always just reset its original structure."

She walked off, further puzzling Red's suspicions on whether or not this human was actually a ghost. The ghost monsters Red was familiar with never walked anywhere, mainly since they could float and fly through walls and stuff (and also lacked the legs to do it), yet this girl clearly walked wherever she needed to go. Despite that, she didn't seem corporeal enough to be seen to the naked eye, but it wasn't that simple. It was almost like her soul was bound to another dimension, and its presence couldn't be felt by someone unless they had heightened senses, like a dog or like a werewolf. The little monster wondered if her discovering the grey door on accident had to do with her now being able to interact with this human, or anyone in that black void. Would she have not known they existed if the Annoying Dog hadn't happened upon that door? That was scary to think about... Regardless, shaking aside any further thoughts, she followed her, albeit with a little hesitation.

I guess I can keep this one alive. I still don't fully trust her, but... I guess she's not so bad if she gives me free food. Darn it, I feel my tail wagging again, Red mentally cursed at herself after feeling the sporadic shifting underneath her cloak. She rarely let herself express her true emotions, and it was utterly embarrassing that now was one of those times, when a human was bribing her just to be 'friends'.

As they walked back through the grey door, (which coincidentally appeared again after it refused to do so earlier), the human pulled back on her hood slightly to fix up her hair, brushing her bangs aside so she could see better. Red noticed that the human had some bags under her eyes that looked like they had been there for some time. It was strange though; she didn't sense any weariness coming from her emotions.

"This is the Void, an isolated chamber hidden between the boundaries of time and space." she began, "This is where lost souls go when they are stuck between life and death."

"Between..?" Red raised her head, bewildered.

The human nodded, "If a soul gets ripped apart by an unnatural cause, they don't necessarily die, but are sent here instead. When a soul is bound by the Void, they can't interact with souls who are free of its confines. That's why Undyne couldn't see me earlier; but you discovered the Void by pure coincidence, making your mind aware of our existence. It's possible that the barrier around your psyche that made you unaware of our presence has been shifted."

Red hummed in response, acknowledging her words, "But, wait... does that mean..- How long have you been here..?!"

"Not long, at least, in comparison to the others... It's sorta difficult to explain. In truth, I can't technically leave this place or travel too far." she admitted, her voice suddenly getting awkwardly quiet.

"Why's that?" asked the little monster.

There was a brief silence, a clear hint of contemplation in the human's eyes.

"... My soul is tied to someone else in the Underground," she answered, "I can't exist without a corporeal body, otherwise my soul could fade away in seconds. I don't know if that's actually true, but I don't want to find out. That's why I have to 'attach' my soul onto others so I can observe this world firsthand. It's not what I want, but I don't exactly have another option. If I did, I would love nothing more than to be able to interact with the people of this world... human and monster."

"Wait, wait, what? So, if what you're saying is true, and by that logic you're supposed to be dead, what happened to your real body?" Red questioned out of genuine shock and curiosity.

The human fell silent again, a sudden feeling of discontent crippling her soul. That topic seemed to have struck a definite nerve, as far as Red could tell.

"Don't answer that." said another voice out of the blue, "Your past is irrelevant at this point. You gave up your former life to be here, that's all that matters. What happened before is not important."

They both turned in shock to look at the other monster in the present area, that same skeleton from earlier.

"Hey! Who do you think you are!? I was asking the human, not you!" Red barked in outrage.

"It's alright..." the human coaxed her gently, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated by standing between the two monsters, "Let me introduce you... Red, this is W. D. Gaster."

The skeleton monster scoffed and turned away, his eyes looking somewhat scornful. Were it not for his intimidating height and the overwhelming amount of magic she could sense within his soul, Red probably would've lunged to attack him for being downright rude.

"You don't have the slightest idea what kind of consequences will entail if you share your origin with an outsider of the void..." he spoke civilly but coldly, glaring down at the human.

The human turned her head towards the ground in shame, like a child being scolded by their parent, "Sorry, sir... I-I just thought... maybe she could understand. I mean... there has to be a reason she found us, right?"

"Hmph. Think whatever you will, but remember what I told you... Know your limitations. You can't fix what's broken with revelations alone."

Without saying another word, Gaster walked off deeper into the void, refusing to interact with their new company.

"What's his problem?" Red huffed in offense, unfamiliar with the old skeleton, "I never met a monster so grouchy in all my life."

"I'm not too sure about that." the human replied, scratching the back of her head, "Ever since I got here, he's been a bit distant. He's very inconsistent with his mood swings, to the point that I can't read him at times. I don't really know whether to say he trusts me or he just keeps me around for convenience, but I don't sense any ill intentions within his soul, so I believe I can trust him."

There was a brief pause between words as Red and the human watched Gaster's silhouette disappear into the darkness.

"What did he even mean by what he said?" The shorter monster rewinded their conversation, "Do you not know what happened to your body or what?"

"... Well, it's sort of difficult to explain. You might not believe certain parts of it." she chuckled awkwardly, hesitating to tell the truth again.

Red scoffed, "I'm a werewolf, you can't hide the truth from me even if you wanna try. Your emotions will just give you away. You may be human, but emotions don't lie."

She looked down at Red in surprise, but that look quickly shifted to one of slight amusement, given the little werewolf was trying to stand up and make herself look taller than she actually was. It was adorable to witness, and made her giggle a little.

"Alright..." she sighed in defeat as Red sat on the ground in front of her to listen to her speech intently, "Well, to start things off, I'm... not from the surface world here. I don't think anyone was aware of my arrival to the Underground... at least, I haven't met anyone who's outright admitted it. I know I look and seem very human... and I am, just not one of the ones you're familiar with. See, I come from a different world entirely..."

Red's ears perked up under her hood in surprise. Another world? Did she mean like she was from an alternate universe or something wacky like that?

"I don't know how long it's been, or what exactly happened," the human continued, "but I was ripped away through the fabric of space-time and carried to this world. By what, I'm not all too sure. However, I think because of the intense energy emitted from the wormhole that carried me to the Underground, my soul was ripped and torn apart, and as a result... well..."

She cut herself off and gently held one hand out, open-palm as a little red soul piece materialized in front of her chest, making Red gasp in horror.

"Half of it is missing..." Red inquired.

The human nodded in response, "When I came around and regained consciousness, my body looked and felt a little different than what I remembered, same with my soul... I could feel a strange power coming from the depths of it, yet much of that power seemed inaccessible, which Dr. Gaster theorized could be due to my inexperience with being exposed to magic."

Red held up her hands to stop the human's exposition, "Hold on. I thought humans couldn't use magic as of lately."

The last six that fell into the Underground couldn't, she thought.

The human shook her head in response, "All humans are capable of using magic... That's what Dr. Gaster told me. Some are born with the gift, but in the case of things like what I experienced, it's due to exposure or influence. I think in my case, I must've come into contact with the barrier that's keeping you all Underground, and that's what caused my soul to develop magic. The barrier itself is made up of powerful magic from days of old, back when there were great wizards among the humans."

Red pondered over everything she was hearing. The human was right; half of the things she said seemed like a bit of a stretch, but at the same time, it wasn't entirely impossible. This was starting to sound like a story from one of Alphys's animes.

"There's... some other things you should know," she spoke up hesitantly, regaining Red's attention, "about the hu..-" she paused, staring off into space again for a moment, "Oh shoot! The door will disappear again soon... You'd better go before the other monsters think you went missing."

"Huh? But you didn't finish your story!" Red whined, invested in her tale.

She gave the werewolf monster an apologetic smile and suddenly caused a bag of three Cinnamon Buns to appear in the palm of her hand, which she held out to Red for forgiveness. Red was so excited at the sight of more treats, she almost didn't notice the strange screen that popped up briefly near the human's hand. It had some strange gibberish scribbled onto it, like the same techy stuff Alphys would study on her laptop.

I think she called that stuff "code" or something? Red thought to herself. She wasn't that much of a tech enthusiast.

Taking the bag of Cinnamon Buns without hesitation, Red turned to leave, but paused to look back at her strange new friend.

"Hey," she avoided direct eye contact, trying to be stubborn again, "umm... say I might be interested in coming back here... what is... your name..?"

The anomaly looked surprised that Red was interested in returning, "You'd like to come back..?"

"Well, it'd be rude not to let you finish your story," Red hid under her cloak and muttered through her teeth, "and you give free Cinnamon Buns..."

She smiled thankfully, a bit amused by Red's insistent tsundere behavior, but she didn't mind. As for her name... She had not spoken nor heard it called in such a long time, she'd nearly forgotten what it was. However, she would not use that name, not here. Too many bad memories attached, not least the ones tied to... him. She would leave that identity behind in her old world, and take upon a new identity, one devoid of useless quirks and could be anyone's guide... her ideal self.

"... Pacifist." she answered, "My name is Pacifist."

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