#{ frisk (fragment) }

[the-tiny-human]

[ oh.. it has been a really long time since i said hi, hasnt it?? i gotta remind you guys who we are! ]

[ my name is frisk, but since there's a lotta frisks too, you can call me lovecore! this is my best friend, they're called fragment! fragment usually stays in this form cause its comfy, but they can say hi sometimes too!! make sure to be nice to them! ] * the fragmented soul bounces gently in the air above lovecore's hand. { you dont have to go out of your way- }

[ hehe! ] [ it's nice to meet you all again! i hope we can have fun together! ]

#[ frisk (lovecore) ] #{ frisk (fragment) } #ask blog #rp blog #scribbletale #undertale #self promo

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Undertale x Deltarune Theory: Chara, Frisk & Kris came from The Same Soul From Fragmentation...and The True Pacifist Ending Is a Anomaly

[Note: Do Not Reblog Without Permission.]  

this is just a theory, but I believe that Chara might not really be the True Fallen Human, just a fragment soul born from the Original Human that fell into the underground who shares the same appearance as the human in the opening and flashbacks in the game, as well as with Kris.

Chara might not be the only one who was born from the original human who fell into the underground, Kris and Frisk might be as well.

and yes, I believe that while the Queen Toriel Ending, might very well be the true ending, and if you go back to your save like Flowey says and reload it back to where you are outside of the room where you face the king, and you could turn back and end up going to the place where the whole Undyne finally calls you happens, which if I knew that could happen during a reload, I wouldn’t of reset to the very start of the game...

anyway while the Monsters being free from the underground is good, but it is also ends up being a Anomaly, if you make sure to befriend Papyrus, Undyne and a few others, and if you do try to go back to trigger the call from Undyne, it sadly wont happen at first, and you will have to face King Asgore anyway, despite wanting to try to hook Undyne and Alphys up, and this can only happen if you reload from where you last save before fighting Asgore, meaning you didn’t have to reset at all this whole freaking time. O_O

while we do love the true pacifist happy ending in Undertale, it is sadly a Anomaly Ending, well I believe so.

it’s possible that the Queen Toriel Ending in the game, might be the True Timeline, and it might still exist even if the red soul of the Player were to jump from that timeline to the one where we free all the monsters.

and when we do end up in the true lab, and find that very large “mirror”, it isn’t just a mirror, it is a glass that sees through to where the Other Frisk from the Queen Toriel Timeline, is being kept.

this would mean that version of Frisk, didn’t leave the underground, and because the two timelines are connected, the Frisk from the Anomaly Timeline aka True Pacifist Timeline, doesn’t just go down the elevator to the true lab of the Anomaly Timeline, they end up in the Queen Toriel Timeline one.

only when they go through the elevator once more, and to where the generator is,that end up back in the Anomaly Timeline with the version of Alphys who lives in that Anomaly/True Pacifist Timeline, and it is the Alphys from the Queen Toriel Timeline that kidnap Frisk and took them to the true lab after the player’s red soul leaves their body and ends up in past version of themself that would be from the Anomaly Timeline.

 while some parts of the true lab in both timelines might share some similarities,

but in the True Pacifist Timeline (that is also the Anomaly Timeline), Alphys doesn’t kidnap Frisk and lock them up behind a glass in the true lab.

and that version of Frisk, who we end up leaving behind in that Queen Toriel Timeline, even if unknowingly...

ends up becoming a test subject for that version of Alphys, who might very well can no longer be redeemed because her experiments might of been the reason why that version of Frisk, could go on a Geno Route.

that version of Frisk might of found a way to escape the True Lab, by breaking the glass and finding a machine that could take them back in time or at least to a different timeline, which would be The Anomaly Timeline, to the point where they are outside of the room where they are suppose to fight Asgore.

and if that version of Frisk were to do a Reset, they might end up creating a another Anomaly Timeline, even if the True Pacifist Timeline still exist.

 plus it could be possible that before the Player’s Red Soul was placed in Frisk, they had possibly already went through heck when they first went into the underground, and at some point had enough and decided to show no mercy to the monsters...

which would explain if we choose to name the Fallen Human “Frisk”, it shows some interesting words...

this could mean that before the Player comes along, Frisk had possibly went through a Geno Route before and might turn out to not have a soul, but a hollow-soul instead.

like I had said before about this theory and it’s my fan headcanon as well.

a hollow-soul is heart shaped and might not only be in red, but could be in different colors for all we know, and well it is heart shaped but it has no filling in the center, this means that it is soulless, while it appears like a normal soul, it isn’t, because it is a hollow-soul.

the good part of Frisk that makes up a fragment soul, is possibly with the player’s red soul, and even if we do end up giving them a happy ending, and do as Flowey says that let them live their life and be happy.

maybe the red soul that is still in Frisk even after we get a happy ending, might end up bonding to them and causing that version of Frisk to have a full soul again.

in one of my new offline accounts, I made it so that Frisk and all the monsters get their happy ending and are free, and would not experience another reset, cause the one where the fallen human was named “Frisk” was enough.

that and the reloading save file in the game.

I like to think that they are just living happy in the true pacifist/anomaly timeline that is in the Nintendo Switch.

I can still play the game on my other offline accounts and even my non-offline one, but if I do play on that other one that has the true pacifist happy ending in it from Undertale, I’m not gonna play Undertale on that again, because I’m having the characters in the game have a true and permanent happy ending and not end up going back to the underground.

and I know that in that timeline, I didn’t have Frisk flirt with Toriel or date Papyrus, well technically in both the Queen Toriel Timeline/True Timeline and the True Pacifist/Anomaly Timeline.

anyway all Frisk did from that new game timeline, was befriend and hang out with Papyrus, and only called Toriel “Mom”...

and in the end, I had Frisk stay with Toriel.

and I guess depending how you played the game, the man from the other world, could mean Sans from the Queen Toriel Timeline.

he could very well be “the man who speaks in hands...”

the first human who was adopted by Asgore and Toriel, and became The Original Prince Asriel’s sibling, ended up having their soul fragmenting into different pieces.

each of the new fallen humans, are possibly made up of those parts, but are in different colors instead of just red.

but it could just be Frisk, Kris and Chara who are fragments from the Original Human who was named Chara or [Redact]/Player’s Choice.

Kris making up one of those fragments, ended up being reborn in the world of Deltarune, and was adopted by another version of their family, where Asriel is alive and much older than them.

and we know that Kris is nonbinary, and I guess depending on the player, some could view them as either a nonbinary who goes by only they/them,

or like a nonbinary-boy who goes by both they/them & he/him, or like a nonbinary-girl who goes by they/them & she/her.

I guess I wouldn’t mind viewing the Kris I play as in Deltarune, as being a Enbirl.

 like there could be a Nonbinary-Boy Frisk and a Nonbinary-Girl Chara, like calling them a boy or girl, or like Enboy or Enbirl, and using both they/them and she/her as well as him/he to them, they might not mind.

but call them “Male” or “Female” and that would be misgendering them...

I guess it might be confusing, but we know that while the Gems from Steven Universe do appear “female”, they are more of Feminine and they are sexless.

we know that some versions of Frisk, Chara and Kris, are either just a Boy or Girl or Agender or Nonbinary.

but we could also view some versions of them being either a Enboy or Enbirl.

a Nonbinary-Girl could still be called a girl, but also be called enbirl, but it might be possible that not many would do that, I mean I don’t think I mind being called a enbirl, but that wouldn’t mean everyone would feel the same.

if the Original Fallen Human, let’s call them The Original-Chara...

had reached a breaking point where their soul fragmented, it might be possible a small piece of it stayed with The Original Asriel’s dust and that fragment and that dust make up Flowey, might seem like he is soulless, but he might in fact have a small red fragment of The Original-Chara’s Soul.

even if one of the fragments of Chara has took up their name (or the name that the Player gives the Original-Chara), they are possibly not the Original-Chara...

like the Original Prince Asriel, they are gone....

like picture it like how Pink-Steven says that Pink Diamond is gone, and at some point yells it at White Diamond.

even if both Chara and Flowey have no idea that their original selves are gone, they still believe they are fully them, but really they are made up of fragments of who they use to be but also being different from them.

Chara could of been born from both The Original Asriel’s dust just as Flowey was....

and while The Original Prince Asriel is gone, his body could of very well regenerated, but as a hollow-soul that is full of their dead sibling’s determination, which was left behind when their human soul ended up shattered.

while there are different versions of Riverperson, I believe that the Riverperson in the main timeline, like in the True Pacifist/Anomaly Timeline and the Queen Toriel/True Timeline, the Riverperson is technically The Original Asriel, but without a soul and is just full of determination that was left over after their sibling’s soul had shattered and fragmented, leaving nothing of their old self left.

 even if the Riverperson does help the Player, they might still be what is left of the Original Asriel, and could be that Other Ralsei. 

I still think that the True Ralsei is the one that Kris first goes on that adventure with to the Card Kingdom, and while the hooded figure could of started out as the Other Ralsei, the one we befriend might of switch places with him, because the True Ralsei asked him to, and might of gave him extra clothes that look like the ones he wears and put some of his essence magic in to make them transform into his likeness and appear and sound like him.

a version of Flowey, who could be from The Queen Toriel Timeline, might of ended up in Deltarune before Kris and Susie fell to the dark world.

and Flowey could of befriended the True Ralsei, and that Ralsei would trust Flowey to protect the lightners from the Other Ralsei.

but when Susie was busy trying to save Kris from King, this gave the Other Ralsei a chance to switch places with Flowey/Body-Double Ralsei.

Other-Ralsei took the hat and clothes that the True-Ralsei gave Flowey, and hid them, and he could of possible threw Flowey in the place where Jevil was locked up.

 and Other-Ralsei could of been secretly following Kris and Flowey/”Ralsei” the whole time, even when they met up with Susie.

the reason why that coat-rack darkner has Ralsei’s hat on, is because the Other-Ralsei is keeping it there because it is infused with the True-Ralsei’s magic that let’s Flowey become Ralsei.

Other-Ralsei has the True-Ralsei locked up somewhere in Castle Town, and since True-Ralsei wouldn’t be able to protect Kris and Susie, they trust Flowey with the job and places some of their magic into some extra clothes and hat they have and gives them to Flowey.

in Ralsei form, Flowey could look like a perfect copy of the True-Ralsei...

while the Other-Ralsei does not, because one, The Other-Ralsei has longer horns, is slightly taller and has bigger feet than the True-Ralsei who has smaller horns, smaller feet and seems to be a little shorter and maybe around Kris’s height.

when Kris and Susie are about to leave for the light world in Chapter 1,

Other-Ralsei might of had time to throw Flowey in the same place that Jevil is in, and then go to the big door that Ralsei/Flowey and Kris went through, and went through it and then locked it, and then go to the light world and lock the door that is inside the unused classroom...

this would keep Kris and Susie from finding out the truth, cause if both are closed, this would mean t hat Kris and Susie can’t go back to Card Kingdom and find out the Ralsei with them is a fake and the one that was left behind in Card Kingdom, was acting as a double for the True-Ralsei, to protect them from the Other-Ralsei.

even if both Undertale and Deltarune are two different timelines and worlds, with different outcomes and experiences, it doesn’t mean it’s not possible for each person from the two worlds, not to end up going to each other’s world.

 there could also be a third world, where a in-game Player who plays both games of the world, lives at.

we are the Players outside the game, while the in-game Player is the one who lives in a world that is between those two worlds and viewing it as just a game, but where they are from, it is very much real, even if they don’t know it.

there can be many different theories about the timelines of Undertale, but it could still be possible that True Pacifist Ending, might be a Anomaly Timeline.

and the True Timeline is the Queen Toriel Timeline.

the King Papyrus, Queen Alphys, Queen Undyne and King Mettaton timelines, might only end up happening in not fully geno and neutral runs.

The Pacifist Queen Toriel Timeline, might be the True Timeline.

it might be possible that Toriel from the Queen Toriel Timeline, might of been using us the Player and Frisk, the whole time to overthrow her ex-husband...

but only the Anomaly Timeline version of herself has a change of heart, and decides to stop the fight before anyone gets hurt...

she doesn’t do this in the other timelines, only in a True Pacifist Timeline, which is the Anomaly Timeline, but the Anomaly Timeline might be a good thing, the monsters are free and happy, but the original and true timeline where Toriel is Queen would always exist even as the timeline where the monsters are free and Frisk is living with their new Mom Toriel, is living happy and not being forced back into the underground because of the reset.                   

in the Anomaly Timeline, Toriel might of never went through with the thoughts or even had the thought pass through her mind, to use Frisk to get rid of her ex-husband, this might be because of when the save is reloaded, it alters that timeline just a little to be different from the original true timeline that is the Queen Toriel Timeline.

if those two versions of Toriel ever met, and Queen Toriel admits to using Frisk to get rid of King Asgore, this could cause the Toriel from the Anomaly/True Pacifist Timeline to get really upset and maybe even slap Queen Toriel.

and then there is the whole Original Vessel Frisk who was suppose to leave the underground, but ends up being left behind by the Player when we take the red soul and end up in the Anomaly Timeline...

if Queen Toriel didn’t know that Frisk was locked up behind some large class in the true lab, then she might end up finding out in some point and start to question her timeline’s Alphys as to why she should keep such a big secret from them and why she didn’t simply let them leave the underground.

like even if she did use them, she could still feel some form of guilt and might of not wished for them to be used in experiments that would be a way to see if it will end up freeing all monsters from the underground.

but that Frisk, the one that Queen Toriel had used and ends up feeling guilt over, doesn’t have a soul, they are only left with what appears like a normal soul, but it has no filling in the middle and is heart shaped hole, and is called a Hollow-Soul.         

the one who has the red soul, is the Frisk in the Anomaly/True Pacifist Ending Timeline, and could possibly keep it if the Player just let’s them be.

the red soul, could be part of the soul fragment from the Original-Chara who is gone and never coming back, no matter how much Flowey or The Original Asriel want them to come back to them, but all there is let are the fragments that make up Chara who has taken the Original’s name, and might not know they are a fragment of the Original, then there is Frisk and Kris.

Frisk could turn out to be the Original-Chara’s body, that was kept preserved by the magic bandages that was around their body and because they normally had their eyes covered, no one had recognized them because their bangs were somehow cut.

 this could mean that they never went through a Geno Route before the Player came along, and had been Soulless the whole time, and when the Red Soul that also has a good Frisk fragment soul to it, ends up in the soulless Frisk, it gives them a soul but also has them share control of their body with the Player.

even if the Player can move Frisk through the underground, they still are able to move by themself, like to hide behind the lamp or follow Papyrus around really fast until they get back to in front of his and Sans’s shared home.

even if their True Name was Chara, their original self is still gone, because their original soul ended up fully breaking into many pieces.

Frisk could be the name they chosen for themselves (while they still have the red soul that comes from the Player), for a fresh start, since their parents and brother has no clue who they are because they never saw them without their bangs covering their eyes.

there could be different mysterious about Frisk and Chara that we haven’t figured out yet, same goes for Kris.

and in some timelines, like in the Fanon AU Timelines, Frisk and Chara are two separate beings, but could of once been one in the same in another timeline, they use to be one in the same until their original self had their soul break into many pieces until there was nothing left of the original soul, which means that the Original them is gone for good.

anyway I don’t really have anything much to say that has to do with Frisk, Chara and Kris being parts of The Original-Chara.

when Frisk has the Red Soul in them, even if it might turn out it’s not their original soul and it becomes fused with their hollow-soul, they might have memories about their past before they were brought back to life by the Player’s Proxy Red Soul.

Frisk might of been Original-Chara’s body, but them having a new soul might be in a way, them being reborn as a different person...

it’s possible that their family that makes up Asgore, Toriel and The Original Asriel...

might of never seen their eyes and only know what they look like from how they had their eyes covered by their bangs, but without their bangs covering their eyes, they seem like a different person to them.

and maybe I can think about why The Original-Chara’s soul had fragmented and shattered and leaving nothing left of their original soul save for a heart shaped soulless/hollow-soul.

but I can think about and post about that another time...                                                   

#undertale theory #deltarune theory #red soul #fragmentation #chara undertale #frisk undertale #kris deltarune #true ending #true pacifist #Anomaly #soulless #do not reblog without permission

[apoemaday]

The Wound

by Louise Glück

The air stiffens to a crust. From bed I watch Clots of flies, crickets Frisk and titter. Now The weather is such grease. All day I smell the roasts Like presences. You Root into your books. You do your stuff. In here my bedroom walls Are paisley, like a plot Of embryos. I lie here, Waiting for its kick. My love. My tenant. As the shrubs grow Downy, bloom and seed. The hedges grow downy And seed, and moonlight Burbles through the gauze. Sticky curtains. Faking scrabble With the pair next door I watched you clutch your blank. They're both on Nembutal, The killer pill. And I am fixed. Gone careful, Begging for the nod, You quiver loyally Above my head. I close My eyes. And now The prison falls in place: Ripe things sway in the light, Parts of plants, leaf Fragments. You are covering the cot With sheets. I feel No end. No end. It stalls In me. It's still alive.

#poetry #louise glück #the wound

[yodondonart]

Although Fransweek But the element of love is almost zero, it is a cute everyday English is through translation, so please forgive me if the grammar is weird

Day 1 Sweet Gesture - Sans🤫's Gesture

Day 2 Magic - Sans' magic triggers some fragments of Frisk's memories

Day 3 Tears - Frisk suddenly cries, Sans panicked and confused

Day 4 Travel - Let's go to the amusement park the next day and relax

Day 5 Fancy - Asleep Frisk had a funny dream

Day 6 Stargazing - Stargazing together✨

Day 7 Valentine's - It's important that you are around

#fransweek #fransweek 2023 #undertale #sans #frisk

[palmviolet]

true detective s1ep4 thoughts (featuring queer theory this time)

— there's definitely something going on parallels-wise between charlie lange + ledoux and rust. whether that's a rust and marty thing, re: marty making a distasteful joke ("someone saying insane shit in your ear all day long") and also rust's reluctance to get drawn into marty's personal + intimate business ("it's none of my business") as a counter to lange showing the photos of dora to ledoux — or a crash and ginger thing, re: ledoux being a meth cook and sharing his mixes with lange the way ginger makes rust snort a special mix made just for him, and ledoux being 'bigger' than lange and lange therefore needing to indulge and listen to him, the way rust has to let himself be manhandled and roped into things as crash. all these parallels are designed to erode the line between cop and criminal.

— similarly, this episode is obsessed with personae. as i've spoken about before, the whole rust being a cop pretending to be a biker pretending to be a cop thing collapses the boundaries between state-sanctioned violence and state-condemned violence: rust's whole role undercover is not to 'do good' — this is why we're never told about the convictions his work led to, the cartels he shut down — but to participate wholly in that violent environment with the gloves off. this is why he points a gun at the kid even as he's telling him to hide in the bathtub; this is why he's the one to carry tiger out of the cupboard, the first to enter the stash house; this is why the coke comes straight out of the evidence locker. rust, here, is not not police: rather, he is the epitome of police, police with its mask taken off. (ring any bells...?)

— this is made most explicit when marty asks rust, "what happens they clock you're not you?" because, after all, who is 'you'? it plays into rust's own rejection of selfhood and highlights that this — the undercover work, the consequent fragmenting of his personality — is one of the reasons for that rejection, that police identity is no identity, because it is defined only in opposition to criminal violence and really there is no difference.

— and, again, the biker gang serves as an exaggerated symbol for the institution's culture in terms of homosociality. as expressed by sedgwick and innumerable queer theorists since, homosociality is the structure of a misogynistic — and also homophobic — society that places value and complexity only on relationships between men, positioned to shore up masculinity. women, who exist only for sex, are irrelevant or else mere conduits for these male-male dynamics. this gives rise to the perverse intimacy between hypermasculine and homophobic men and also to the homoerotic potential of love triangles (as we'll get to with ep6). this is why, in the biker bar scene, all the half-naked women are in the background, out of focus, while rust is thrown up against the wall and frisked; why we see a woman's legs in a skirt behind ginger but no more of her, because it's rust getting groped instead.

— this is designed to epitomise a misogynistic society and the misogynistic institution that is the police. throughout the series we watch marty play out his personal dramas — and we watch his and rust's relationship develop — against the literal backdrop of a murdered woman. she is scenery, at best a plot device, while the men are tangled up with each other. this is implicit in the actual police scenes, but made explicit with the bikers, just the way everything else is — the gloves come off and the police's intimacies, as well as its violence, are unveiled.

— this is getting long but a quick point about the role of colour grading: yellow obviously plays a significant role in the series, w/r/t the yellow king. as a colour it represents decay and sexual corruption and, in TD, occult knowledge. rust is frequently associated with yellow — even the 2012 interview scenes have him shot in a warmer tone, while marty is against a cooler, bluer backdrop. now, it's a very yellow series lmao so i'm not going to read into this too far but in this episode we get a very specific colour moment: when marty follows tyrone's girlfriend into the rave. the rave is hazy, trippy, and yellow. it implies they're getting closer to the yellow king — it also implies marty's descent into a corrupt world. think about the dichotomy of yellow and blue: yellow as rotting fruit, bruises, and blue as a police siren. blue is institutionally-regulated, blue is clean and proper, blue is the right side of history. so when marty moves out of the yellow temptations and follows tyrone to find out where ledoux is, the lighting turns vivid blue, to show he's doing his job as a cop; despite his sexual corruption, he's doing the right thing.

— but the strip club where he met tyrone's girlfriend was also lit blue, red and blue, and she was wearing a leotard emblazoned with the american flag (a choice taking aim at american misogyny overall) — and marty's quest to find ledoux leads to a state-sanctioned execution. he's wearing blue as he corners tyrone, and he's wearing blue as he harasses his wife at the hospital. once again, the series sets up a false dichotomy, this time through its visuals — there is no right side of history, and the final climax comes in a forest of murky green.

#true detective meta #rust cohle #marty hart

[respawn-juicebox]

Indie Code

From my Undertale AU: Monachopsis Tale

🪴─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──🪴

Below is about the AU.

Indie isn't a human or a monster. They're made up of binary code scattered from broken AU's that were destroyed or deleted by their creators. Fragments and shards of those destroyed AU's came together and built Indie Code.

Indie Code is a mix of all Undertale humans and monsters. They just take the form of something between Frisk and Chara, but they can shift into any form they want and look like anything because they are just binary code, a line of code.

The AU, Monachopsis Tale, takes place in a broken and shattered version of Undertale, but pieces glitch and no-clip due to it being a hybrid of several bits and pieces of AU's at once. Some parts of the AU turn into binary code before disappearing.

Is there anyone else besides Indie Code in this AU? There is a Sans but he was created after Indie was. He's not a clump of binary code like they are, instead, just small pieces of him are binary code and the rest are fragments of other Sanses.

Indie Code is a husk, unable to feel emotions, and yet at the same time they can, but the emotions they feel aren't theirs. It's the emotions of everyone that were destroyed in the AU's made to create theirs. Indie is capable of traveling beyond just the Undertale Multiverse, they can go to other realities entirely (e.g. Sonic The Hedgehog's franchise). But Monospace (Monachopsis Tale Sans) always stops them.

Will the Star Sanses or Bad Sanses ever meet Indie Code or Monospace? Yes. Monosoace hates all other Sanses because he can actually hear their thoughts and feel what they feel (due to him basically being several Sanses in one) and Indie is incapable of forming their own opinion on the matter, but all the people in their code scream at them that both sides (Star and Bad Sanses) are not to be trusted.

#Monachopsis Tale #Indie Code #Monospace Sans #Undertale Au #Undertale #utau #utmv #original character #original undertale au #original art #my art #my universe #jupiter✩ #respawningjupiter #ResetJupiter #backup account #JuiceBox☆ #jupiter art #Juicebox art #🪴꩜-Art-꩜🪴

[sn0wgr4ve]

* DELTARUNE MAIN THEORIES (In order of probability? Maybe?)

1. BERDLY will be completely unimportant, and SNOWGRAVE will happen no matter what.

* this is simply due to the fact that snowgrave exists at all. toby fox has stated repeatedly that our choices don’t matter, and that the ending will stay the same. he’s also said that what happens within the story may be more important than the ending itself. both things combined and berdly’s arm being fried in a main route “ending” makes me believe that he’s simply gonna be killed off, whether we make noelle do it or if someone else does it for us

2. DELTARUNE is both a prequel and a sequel.

* i’m still not sure is prequel/sequel are the right words? deltarune definitely isn’t a direct beginning/sequel story to undertale. however, i firmly believe that it’s the prequel to sans and papyrus’s stories, both as brothers and as their own people.

* as for the “both” part, i believe that gaster took us and our/frisk’s soul from post-pacifist, and travelled us to the past, deltarune. i believe that his goal is not to harm others, but to help us create a better end for the deltarune universe and a better future for sans and papyrus. this one is very complicated, but it’s based off the fact that gaster was shattered across time and space, and that twitter! gaster said that he looks forward to “creating a new future” with us

3. KNIGHT PAPYRUS

* this is a HUUUGE theory, and i made multiple branches of it to cover every basis, both close to canon and far from it, so i’m gonna order them from how much i like them!!

— PAPYRUS stumbled into a dark world after GASTER’s passing (and thus, after his darkness related experiments), and was convinced by a fragment of GASTER to become THE KNIGHT for THE LIGHTENERS’s sakes.

* simply explained, undertale papyrus has a huge desperation to help everyone he can. i believe that especially after the passing of a likely loved one, papyrus would be easily manipulated into doing things to make others feel better

— PAPYRUS became THE KNIGHT in an attempt to cope with life through escapism, and to help THE LIGHTENERS escape their own issues as well.

* it’s clear that the main teen lighteners of deltarune have a ton of issues. kris and susie both have issues with their home lives, with toriel being semi-neglectful and kris being isolated from asgore due to toriel’s hatred of him, and with susie likely being homeless, or at the very least, very poor. noelle has a missing sister that could very well be dead, an ill father, and an extremely strict mother that she’s home alone with thanks to her dad being sick. berdly has major self esteem issues due to not being noticed much as a child until he won a spelling bee. due to how little we know about papyrus and his past, other than the fact that he was confirmed t be from the deltarune universe (green grass), i believe that papyrus could very well have used a power he found to create worlds of paradise for himself and the others.

— Either SANS, PAPYRUS, or both, are partially DARKENERS, and are using the threat of THE ROARING to find a way to exist in the LIGHT WORLD.

* this is a far fetched one, but it’s one i really enjoy. they both have major connections to darkeners already. sans is a lot like the spade family, he can teleport like rouxls and lancer, and papyrus says his room is like “another world”, which has a ton of darkness at the beginning. papyrus has major ties to jevil. not sure how to explain it other than that ralsei could very well be wrong about the roaring

— PAPYRUS being THE KNIGHT relates to GASTER’s experiments with darkness/DARK WORLDS.

* this one spiraled into a genuine theory due to a story i was writing about sans and papyrus for an rp. basically, as seen with kris, the creation of dark fountains is a disruption yet harmonization of light and dark. if sans is half lightener, and if papyrus is half darkener, then their similarities yet differences could prove as dark fountain symbolism

— PAPYRUS is GASTER, and he experimented with DARK WORLDS.

* papyrus has the most connections to gaster out of everyone, to the point of being referenced in one of two times his name is mentioned (smiling shred). most fun value events also happen in the two areas papyrus says he’s familiar with, snowdin and waterfall. he also shows a strange sadness when he sees the core in a phone call. i guess a tldr for this is that he made himself a villain, but decided to move on, fake his death, and try to forget he was ever “gaster”. papyrus seems obsessed with redemption, to the point where both snowdin xbox achievements reference a bible story about redemption, so this could be likely.

(i combined two theories into one)

3.5. SANS X JEVIL?

* i’m extremely biased towards this ship, but i can’t help but feel like that if knight papyrus is canon, sans and jevil will end up getting together due to how similar they are. extremely powerful, aware of everything being a game, nihilistic, comedians, round in body shape and head, an association with yellow… it makes sense i swear

#soul.txt #huge ramble #deltarune #deltarune theory #papyrus #papyrus theory #sans #sans theory #berdly #berdly theory #papyrus deltarune #deltarune papyrus #sans deltarune #deltarune sans #deltarune berdly #berdly deltarune #gaster #utdr #undertale #knight papyrus #okay to rb #idk what other tags to add

[riftfic]

16. Together Apart

The final chapter before the epilogue.

Warnings: strong language, injury

Featured Characters: Sans, Chara/Frisk (Reader), Papyrus, Toriel

I had a really hard time choosing a moment to illustrate that wouldn't be a total spoiler, so I made this instead and buried another illustration in the chapter itself for payoff. I think the epilogue is going to have 3 illustrations? I might be a masochist.

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Drifting incorporeal beleaguered the mind like a lengthy shortcut. No breath. No sight. No sound. Sans sensed your presence near him, conjoined with a red ribbon of fate . . . or was it determination that bound you now? It didn't matter. What mattered was that you each refused to let the other go.

You recognized this sensory deprivation chamber. You had lived this way for years buried behind yellow carpals, detached from a truly compatible form. The only word that had ever come close to describing it was "limbo." It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, save for the tiresome pull at your resolve.

You could feel the time turner draining you, hungrier and hungrier. Even though your well of determination flowed ceaselessly, the machine very nearly outpaced you. Then, when the situation felt dire,  Sans' soul drew its attention away and allowed your supply to replenish. 

That greedy mechanism thought nothing of the lives fueling it. Just as it had guzzled down your determination, it drank dry from him. His determination did not rejuvenate as plentifully as yours; after all, he was only half the flesh and blood that grounded you. He still dusted when he fell. He still needed hope to survive. You refused to let it overdraft from him, as he had done for you.

It went on like this in an endless cycle. Whenever he nearly emptied, your determination caught fire and refilled his cup. Then he did the same for you, even if less impressively. Back and forth and back again, your collective determination fought valiantly, but slowly, steadily trickled down.

After what could have been years or seconds, that atrocity of metal and magic finally licked its lips with satisfaction. Your souls clung to one another, nearly spent, and yet determined to return to a world where you could forge ahead together. If the machine could listen, maybe it would take you there.

The white light finally dispersed into smaller and smaller fragments. The pieces drizzled in cold flakes from a crystal ceiling that looked nothing and everything like the stars. Snow. Sans stared up from where he lay and once again found it easy to imagine he soared through space. His head swam. His body felt stiff and immovable, pinned, though his arms wrapped around something warm. 

He dipped out of consciousness again. Though it felt like the blink of an eye, when he woke next the snow no longer fell, and a blanket of crystal white tucked him into a sharp and crooked bed. The warmth in his arms remained, though colder than before.

He clenched his eyes shut and grimaced. A cloud of dust and mist hacked its way out his mouth. He grunted to feel something jagged snaking between his ribs. Coughing only made it worse.

He turned his faded eye lights dizzily around him. Clearly he lay in Snowdin, though where or when escaped him. It took a moment to remember what had happened before the world went white, but when it finally returned to him, he bolted upright.

ouch.

That was a mistake. He huffed a gravelly breath and collapsed back into the rubble and snow that cocooned him. 

When he focused enough, he could make out what was left of the basement roof and the frame of his home in shambles. Fallen stalactites and crystals littered the ground among cracks in the earth. The machine stood resolutely where they had left it, though the lever had broken clean off and its monitor had shattered. 

He found the bravery to look down into his arms.

There you lay, alive, not spirited away into an alternate universe where you remained asleep forever under a golden flower garden. You must have fallen on top of him, your head where his stomach would be, your hands also bound to his sides. Albeit nearly as buried under plaster, wood, and other rubble, you breathed easily. 

"kid," he tried to say, but it hardly left him in a whisper. He shook you lightly instead. 

You didn't wake.

"frisk," he managed to force through whatever was stuck in his ribs. "wake up."

Your eyelids fluttered open. Pebbles once stones sprinkled off your head as you lifted it only inches. You took the same pause he had, calculating where you were, when you were. 

Sans' face split with a relieved smile when you moved. In the corner of your eye, you caught his expression and reflected it.

"We made it," you breathed with relief.

"sure did," he murmured. He coughed again and this time tasted a little magic. "shit."

"What's wrong?"

"mm . . . can't move," he hummed tiredly. "somethin's got me kabobbed in the ch . . . chest."

You also tried to sit up, but failed. The weight of what remained of his house pinned you down at the knees. You struggled just a moment longer, then dropped to rest your head against him wearily. Your soul ran nearly empty.

Sans' eyes felt heavy again. "you okay?" he murmured.

"Tired," you mumbled back. "Cold."

He nodded knowingly. The way his soul felt now, the ordeal must have pushed him just short of his limits. He couldn't imagine yours fared any better.

Slowly, painfully, he managed to free his arms from the wreckage. He pried the sleeves of his jacket off, then paused to catch his breath. Through clenched teeth, he mustered the strength to pull that indigo coat over his head amid a rain of snow and powder. He draped it gingerly across you like a blanket.

You had nearly fallen asleep again when its weight fell over you.

"don't worry, kiddo," you heard him wheeze faintly. "it's . . . gonna b . . . be . . ."

When he failed to continue, adrenaline sharpened your wits. You forced your eyes upward.

"Sans?"

He didn't answer.

You struggled upright again and pulled harder against the grave of debris gripping your legs in place. Sheets of wood and plaster slid away from you into the crossbeams of old rafters like a broken carapace. The rubble felt to cinch tighter around your legs. Just as you began to worry that moving did more harm than good, a crack and whump of falling bricks proved you right. 

The sensation that something had gone terribly wrong in your left leg shivered up your spine into the back of your head. It was a pitifully late messenger, warning you of the pain now flooding you with stars and dripping eyes. You cried out and collapsed under Sans’ jacket.

After a moment of gasping and crying, you remembered he needed you. You steeled your nerves. Shaking, you began peeling away pieces of the upper floor from his torso. The last block of wood revealed a jagged chunk of metal protruding from his core, straight through the bleeding heart graphic on his t-shirt. You worked your fingers into the fabric to rip it wider and see how you could fix this.

As the shirt split open, you realized this might be beyond your power to solve. The beam skewered his cavity at an angle from shoulder to hip, where it disappeared into that mess of a foundation. Though it had thankfully done its best to pass between the bone rather than through it, harsh abrasions tore across his ribcage and spine. A hairline fracture split three ribs and his collarbone where they met the sternum. His soul rested against the metal rod, slowly trickling cyan blue down the shaft. Its red interior had all but faded away, down to a faintly warm center. Its ruthless scars nearly faltered you.

You wrapped your trembling fingers around the icy metal and tugged outward slowly. Though he could not tell you if it hurt, the way his ribs clung to the rod and groaned like splintering wood gave you pause. Hadn’t you learned? What if moving it only made things worse?

You let go, and not entirely because you had meant to. Pain and weariness had surged in time to your pull on that harpoon, and the moment you braced to try again, you couldn’t hold onto anything anymore.

Every time you were aware enough to know it, you felt colder. At some point you must have slipped your arms into the sleeves of Sans’ coat and pulled the hood over your head. It slowed the inevitable chill that deepening pile of snow exhaled down your neck, but did not impede it altogether. You shivered, extremities tingling, numbing, burning.

You couldn't tell how much time passed. Nothing seemed to stir the air but the occasional flurry and the cold cave’s natural draft. The Underground sounded empty, and it very well could have been. The only comfort you found was in feeling Sans' bony body still lying whole beneath you, not dust, though not breathing either. A reassuring glimpse showed you that his soul no longer hemorrhaged magic, even if it glowed a little more dimly than before. 

In hours or days, voices finally stirred you back to the waking world through a thick fog. A warm light behind the wreckage mound flickered, tinting the darkness red. 

You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You were too tired, too weak. To your relief, they found you anyway. Your vision swam as if that fire rounding the corner were a mirage. You recognized Grillby, leading Papyrus and Undyne through the dark among several more monsters and . . . humans?  

A flurry of sound rattled your head, difficult to parse when fading in and out of consciousness as you did. You picked out tense voices, the whirring of machinery, the hum of magic, the crunch and shuffle of loose debris as it was thrown around and stomped. Suddenly you could breathe better. Suddenly you were warmer, safer, bundled in arms of fire that sank deep into your skin with purpose. The pain in your leg had dulled, though your head and mouth felt like cotton in exchange.

Through the din of screeching metal, you heard a hard, ironclad snap. You watched two firelit silhouettes carefully set aside a long metal rod stained blue and red. A glow of green illuminated Undyne’s scowling face from below. She was crouched over Sans, grumbling insults and curses under her breath. You listened to her mutter something about the damn skeleton not knowing how to stay in one piece for five seconds.

“. . . It’s . . . okay,” breathed a crackling voice overhead. 

You lifted your eyes to a pair of glasses over an expressionless wall of fire. You noticed that colors like blue and wine red accented Grillby’s flames in a way you’d never seen before—not that you had spent much time with him outside a few weekends and nights Sans visited with friends.

“. . . He’s going to . . . make it,” he hissed. A pop and flurry of golden sparks punctuated his sentence. “. . . You’re both . . . safe now.”

You hadn’t known you needed calming until those words spread through your soul like honey in hot tea. You breathed and relaxed, and in his arms you fell asleep more deeply than you had since lying in your old bed at the foot of Mount Ebott.

Through a third story window in Fresco Community Regional Hospital, North Medical Plaza, sunlight dappled in rays through palms and the near branches of a flowering tree. Birds chirped and twittered in an array of calls, from mockingbirds to sparrows and goldfinches. The occasional roll of tires on concrete, a humming engine, or voices outside the door buzzed gently through the air. 

Sans smelled the sterile saline-and-lemon scent of the hospital room first, a human phenomenon he hadn’t come to terms with as a monster. It bit at his sinuses, tart and bitter. Next, he felt the warmth of sunlight gently burning against his skull, dying the vision behind his closed left eye red like rose-tinted glasses. Too optimistic, he thought. He inhaled and winced. 

A rustle of paper to his right forced him to open his eyes. 

His gaze slowly circled the room with equal parts confusion and amazement. This was the surface; he couldn’t deny it. Humans had such a recognizable way of adorning public spaces, and while bland, the sight glittered to him now like gold. 

His ribs had been sutured and bandaged with hospital grade healing cloth, and his right arm crossed his midriff in a taut sling. Behind the semi-upright angle of his bed, machines that integrated human and monster technologies monitored his health. A drip of magic fed down a tube to his very soul, which felt full and satisfied. Strange, he thought, but not nearly as strange as the stacks upon stacks of flowers, various plant arrangements, and other get-well pleasantries stuffed into his room. He glimpsed notes from Doggo, Grillby, MK and his family, Shyren, Alphys . . . he swallowed the bashful flush sneaking onto his face.

After traveling from these gifts to the open window curtains to the television screen airing rerun morning game shows, his eye light finally came to rest beside his white-sheeted hospital bed. 

Papyrus sat cross-legged in a small armchair, immersed in a book of advanced sudoku puzzles. He wore fairly ordinary if gaudy human clothing: a snap-back cap embroidered with the meant-to-be-ironic statement, “full of life,” under a cartoon skull; a short sleeve button up with meatballs patterned on the left half and spaghetti graphics swirling on the right; the baggiest sweatpants Sans had ever seen; and Crocs absolutely littered with Jibbitz. Sans had known Papyrus to wear this sort of outfit on the surface before, but it had taken years to develop this much coordination behind it—and hadn’t he been the one to introduce him to sudoku, at a much simpler level no less? His face compressed as if this information tasted how the air smelled.

“you missed a three,” he muttered hoarsely. “row two, box one.”

Papyrus narrowed his eyes searchingly at the puzzle blocks, and then sighed. “REALLY, SANS, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I ASKED YOU NOT TO SOLVE MY PUZZLES FOR ME?  IT TAKES ALL THE FUN OUT OF IT!”

He nearly spasmed out of his seat, then, as if struck by lightning. His book slapped the ground, and his pencil rolled away under his seat. 

“SANS!” he shrieked.

Sans smiled back warmly, nervously, somewhat worried for the state of his chest if his brother decided to hug him. He quickly realized that, although Papyrus leapt forward and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, he had nothing to worry about. The hold was soft, considerate. He held him back with his left arm, even if the motion dug like a knife into his collarbone.

Toriel burst into the room not a moment later. She too wore a dress that could be found in a human department store, royal purple and patterned with large yellow flowers. 

“What is going on?” she demanded, nearly frantic.

Sans smiled gleefully over Papyrus’ shoulder. He sheepishly wriggled the phalanges of his left hand in greeting.

“heh, ain’t like you not to knock, tori,” he teased.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she breathed with a purity of relief that echoed like pleasant bells around his skull. She exhaled a long, long sigh, hand on her chest, then glided to his bedside as if carried on a feather. “Thank goodness, Sans.” She slipped her arms around both brothers and rested her cheek on his skull.

Silence drifted over them comfortably.  

“um,” Sans ventured as they finally set him free. “i like your new threads. heh . . . get attired o’ the old stuff?”

Toriel and Papyrus exchanged hesitant glances. Sans felt his soul twist into knots.

“IT SEEMS,” said Papyrus, “WHEN TIME, ER . . . REWOUND . . . IT ONLY HAPPENED FOR US.”

Sans’ eye sockets darkened into black pits, only in small part because Papyrus knew about time travel. “what.”

“We left the mountain to find we already had homes here,” said Toriel. She gestured to her clothing. “Belongings. Entire lives left behind, though we cannot remember them.”

“IT’S THE STRANGEST THING, LIKE OPENING A PRESENT TO YOURSELF FROM THE FUTURE!”

The statement, while optimistic, settled heavy like lead on Sans’ soul. “you don’t remember any of it?” he asked slowly. “nothing new at all?”

“THINGS ARE . . . FAMILIAR,” said Papyrus. A puzzled look crossed his face. “IS THERE SOMETHING IN PARTICULAR YOU WANT ME TO REMEMBER?”

Sans’ heart sank. He became acutely aware of Toriel’s hand petting his arm and his brother’s hand in his. He watched Papyrus’ happy yet somehow somber expression and harkened back to a day so similar, when he had awakened in a hospital bed underground one brother fewer. Papyrus had been at his side then as he was now, blissfully unaware of what he had lost. 

“no,” he muttered. “suppose not.”

“The humans never forgot,” said Toriel gently. “From their perspective, we had quite literally vanished. Our homes remained empty for over six months, as if we had simply slipped away in the night without packing any bags. Some of us outright disappeared before their eyes.”

“the fuck,” Sans whispered. 

“LANGUAGE.” 

“how’d they deal with that?”

“Many moved on,” said Toriel. "I would have expected the rest to celebrate, but . . . they tried to find us. They scoured the city and the Underground for clues, but from their side it was abandoned. Strange, is it not?”

“I FOUND IT QUITE TOUCHING!” Papyrus said. “THEY EVEN FORMED A TASK FORCE! SOUL: SEARCH OPERATION FOR THE UNDERGROUND LOST.”

“heh, really?” Sans asked, beginning to find his humor again.

“YES, REALLY!”

“Everything is exactly as we left it,” said Toriel with a sad smile. “Likely a little dustier but . . . the activists were quite adamant about keeping our homes intact, and for that I am grateful.”

For a moment, he couldn’t think let alone respond. His left hand felt around the blankets as if searching out an emotion.

“it’s . . . exactly as we left it,” he echoed quietly. “time here . . . didn’t turn back.”

If he hadn’t been so stunned, Sans might have laughed. After all his hopelessness and despair, he wouldn’t have to rebuild his life from the ground up. He wouldn’t have to struggle as hard as he had before, and neither would anyone else. His heart pounded behind his battered ribs to know soon he would be going home, back to the small house in True Home, back to his porch swing with its perfect view of the forests and rivers below a range of mountains threatening to tear the sky in half, back to nights sandwiched on their maneater of a couch between Papyrus and . . . His joy stuttered.

“where’s Frisk?” he asked.

As if summoned, you appeared in the doorway, hobbling between a pair of children’s crutches. Your left leg had been set and wrapped in a bright blue cast from thigh to foot. Nearly every monster must have signed and graffitied its mold with paint pens and permanent ink. Above that, you wore a pale blue hospital gown and a scowl. 

“What’s going on?” you demanded. “Is Sans okay?” 

“Frisk, my child, what are you doing here?” Toriel admonished, albeit patiently. She hurried to you as if you might fall. “I requested that you stay behind and rest.”

“Yeah, fuck that.”

“My child!” Toriel gasped, and Papyrus’ jaw nearly dropped off his face.

Sans laughed, then, a grateful sound that had tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His smile was so genuine that, if you hadn’t been so feisty and relieved, your heart might have fluttered away in its wind. 

“i’m better than okay, now that you’re here, kiddo,” he said fondly. 

Your steps were awkward, but you were determined to reach him. Nothing could stop you, not Toriel or those stupid crutches you had yet to master. At the bedside, Toriel finally relented and helped you sit on the mattress beside him. She squeezed your shoulder gently, reassuringly.

“THIS CHILD’S INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE IS YOUR FAULT, ISN’T IT?” Papyrus whispered, leering at his brother.

Sans attempted a sly shrug, but hissed an expletive when a stab of pain cut his collarbone. 

“CASE. IN. POINT.”

“Come, Papyrus. Let us give them some privacy,” Toriel said. “They have much to discuss, of that I am certain.”

Papyrus hesitated, but when Sans smiled and pressed his hand, he agreed to follow her out. The door shut behind them with a gentle snap. 

In the ensuing silence, the two of you simply took in each other’s faces, beaming like the sun you had unveiled once more. The daylight reddened your hair and yellowed the wall above Sans’ head in a steady shaft, as if to mark you both as its own. It would never let you leave again.

“you did it, kiddo,” he said as warmly as that nearest star. 

The congratulations prickled color into your cheeks, and though you smiled, you shook your head. “No, you did.”

“heh, you first.”

“I think last is what matters most.”

“coming in last does sound like me,” he mused playfully. The light of his left eye twinkled and he took your hand. “let’s compromise on a good old fashioned ‘we,’ then. we did it. how’s that?” 

You nodded brightly. 

He sighed, resting back comfortably into the sitting angle of his mattress. That truly lazy smile, the one he had faked for so long, now pulled at his cheekbones genuine and unprompted. Oh, how you had missed it. 

“get the sense i’ve been out a while,” he said. “what all have i snoozed on?”

Much had unfolded since waking nearly a week before him, and even more in the time preceding. After the barrier had broken and the rift had run rampant, the underground almost entirely collapsed. Thankfully, most monsters had already assembled in the capital to aid you. Among those trembling walls, Asgore needed no explanation to evacuate them. Meanwhile, Alphys had sent an alert to all else remaining, and monsterkind heeded her. 

Not everyone made it out in time. After unpacking what Toriel and Papyrus already explained, many humans had offered their unconditional help to find you. Alongside SOUL, Asgore established HEART, the Home Excavation and Recovery Team, which worked through the ruins to rescue anyone left behind. No one would be left unaccounted for.

“There are still people they can’t find,” you said somberly, and then a happy glimmer lit your eyes, “but a few more monsters showed up that no one expected. People that had been . . . forgotten.” 

Sans dared to let hope spark blue in his left eye. Through bated breath, he asked, “like . . . who?” 

You wracked your brain. “I don’t know their names,” you said. “A few scientists, a businessman . . . MK’s twin sister.”

Goner Kid. The machine beside him beeped when his magic pulsed faster than it should. 

“shut up, i’m fine,” he hissed and sat up straighter. “is that . . .” He hesitated, eyelight dimming. “did they find . . . anyone else?”

Your auburn eyes deepened, and it was enough of an answer. A resigned nod bobbed his head.

“They’re still looking,” you said. “I talked to dad—Asgore. He remembers now about your brother. I told him everything you did for me, and for Asriel. What you did for everyone, really. He’s grateful, Sans, like . . . tears in his eyes happy.” You tittered at your next thought. “I think he wants to knight you or something.” 

Sans snorted. “no way,” he said enthusiastically. “absolutely not. he damn well pressured me enough into the old man’s judge gig; i do not have the shoulders for another title.”

“What, ‘Sir Sans’ doesn’t have a nice ring to it?”

“i am a fan of alliteration,” he answered pensively. “maybe if he can tack on an adjective, like ‘sir sans the sedentary’ or . . . ‘sir sans the science man . . . s.’” 

“Sir Sans the Sensational?” 

“sir sans the slam.” He threw you a finger gun. “dunk on that, kid.”

You snickered. “You know how dad gets, though,” you went on. “He’s on a mission now. There’s still hope we’ll find him.”

Sans nodded, and for once he allowed himself to feel that hope. It was timid, and it was terrifying, but he had already reached the light at the end of this long tunnel. Only one more step and it would consume him fully.

As you brushed your thumb across his phalanges, your smile slowly fell.

“Sans,” you said, “there’s something really important I need to ask you.”

The skeleton searched you uncertainly. His mind dashed to the machine, to the final confrontation with Asriel, how he had come to retrieve his soul, how he had escaped the void with a task. If you accused him of manipulating you, it would not be unfounded, regardless of his motivations, regardless of the outcome. His eye lights dimmed. 

“well, shoot, kid,” he responded. “go for it.”

Your brow furrowed as if the thought were painful. Then, you gripped your broken leg and swung it around to rest across his lap.

“Will you sign my cast?” you burst.

Sans froze as if an error message had shorted his brain. Then, he chuckled from that place deep inside him, the laugh you liked most, the one that only happened when you had subverted his expectations beyond the bar. He grimaced past it and chortled, “ouch, kid; you’re breakin’ my funny bones, here.”

You held out a marker.

“permanent ink,” he noted. “dunno if i can handle that kind of responsibility.”

Once he had caught his breath, he eyed the wild graffiti incredulously. Where on earth would he sign it? Undyne had already carved her name across one half and Papyrus the other. Every other inch had been filled with good luck wishes, drawings, and signatures, from King Asgore himself to the humblest Froggit.

“eh, that’s okay,” he said with an easy smirk. “i think i’ve left enough of a mark on ya already.”

“But I saved you a spot!”

You had to search for a moment but finally you pointed out a tiny box by your knee with the small acronym “VIP” written just above it. 

His grin widened. 

“‘kay,” he said. 

He was wise enough to shrug with one shoulder now before popping the cap off the marker and lazily sketching a skeletal smiley face in the enclosure. You giggled with satisfaction. Then, perhaps hesitantly, he took your wrist in his hand. The breath in your lungs lingered as a circle appeared in black on the soft skin below your palm. Zero.

Your fingers traced the new counter to replace your old one. Maybe one day when you were older, you would have it tattooed there. For now, the gesture spoke more than words could. You returned the gentle smile in his eyes.

“gonna be a real treat teleporting you to your room and back when we get home,” he mused dryly. He punctuated his statement with the sealing click of your marker cap. “ain’t nothin’ handicap-accessible about those stairs.”

As he handed it back to you, your face sobered again in earnest. You slid the pen into the pocket in your hospital gown, stalling. 

“I do have something I want to tell you,” you said.

Sans eyed you expectantly. The sun had shifted down to highlight his bandaged chest and captive arm. Everything you had put him through, all he had done for you, only further embittered the taste of your next words.

“I think,” you said slowly, “I’m going to move in with mom . . . this time.”

“oh.” 

An invisible weight dragged down on his shoulders, heavy with too many emotions to place. Confusion, sadness, regret. Heartache. He failed to answer why the decision had caught him off guard when the reasons seemed so obvious now. He pondered his response, struggling to hide the painful disappointment that crawled through his marrow. 

“that . . . would be good for her,” he said hoarsely at long last. He cleared his throat. “yeah. makes sense. especially now, with your memories and all.” He avoided your eyes another pensive moment. “you’ll probably want your stuff, then. heh, clothes won’t fit for a while, though—”

Suddenly you were hanging off him, your chin tucked into the nape of his neck, your arms around his shoulders. 

Sans didn’t understand why he was crying. You weren’t leaving him forever. You would be living right down the road. He would still see you. He would still take you out for burgers and stargazing and summer nicecream beach trips. You would still have movie marathons and sit on the porch swing to watch the sunset. You would still be his kid . . . wouldn’t you? 

He wrapped both arms around you, sling and all. Even though it hurt like hell, the alternative would have broken him.

“you come over or spend the night whenever you want, okay?” he wept. “call me if you get nightmares. heck, call me if you just want to talk. i don’t give a damn what time it is. and . . . and be nice to your mom, okay? don’t give her that attitude i saw earlier. you can be a real piece of work when you’re upset and she doesn’t deserve that. a-and . . .” He choked on his next words. “don’t . . . don’t forget i love you. please. i might be a cynical bastard but i love you so much it hurts. i really do.”

Now you were crying. You could hear the plea in his voice not to leave him and most of you answered in kind. After everything you had been through together, leaving his side—even for a moment—had become almost unthinkable. 

It couldn’t be helped. You knew that and you hated it but it would be for the best. Your adopted mother and father, though separated, recognized who you really were now. Asriel had finally come home. Choosing to live with Sans over Toriel now would be a crime far more cruel.

You agreed to his terms a hundred times over.

The two of you sobbed into a wet mess in each other’s arms. Finally, finally, after ages resisting, he couldn’t handle the teeth in his chest any longer. You helped him reposition the sling, and he held your hand instead. From inside his blue-flushed eye sockets, those bright lights peered through the tears in your own red-rimmed eyes.

“hey,” he said gently with a voice like gravel. “we’re gonna be okay. all right?”

You nodded.

He reached out a thumb and wiped the remaining saltwater from your eyelashes.

“i’m here for you,” he said. “i’ll always be here for you. where you live won’t ever change that.” He swallowed back another surge of tears and hissed, “heck if i’m not gonna miss you, though.”

“Me too,” you breathed.

“Frisk?” called Toriel. She popped her head cautiously into the room. “Come, now; let me take you back to your room. You should be resting, and so should Sans.”

“Okay, mom,” you answered shakily.

You bent in for another terribly long, though bitterly short embrace. He held you to his heart with the intent to keep you there forever if he could . . . but he could not. So instead, he settled for your shoulders at arm’s length and smiled a loose, endearing scrawl of a grin. He cupped your face in his hand. 

“you’ll always be my kid, right?” he asked through a stone in his throat.

You nodded and melted your cheek into his bony palm. You remembered the first time he had done this, when you were small enough in age to match your stature, how it had been frightening and surprising and heartwarming in one. Now, you could only describe the feeling as “home.” 

“I love you, Sans,” you finally told him, and you realized all at once you never had.

“i love you too, frisk.”

For the first time since falling down, you allowed yourself to believe it.

NOTES

YAY, resolution! Next is the epilogue. <3

I hope you enjoyed! If you have thoughts, I love hearing them.

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#riftfic #rift #undertale #ut #undertale fanfiction #undertale fan art #sans #frisk #papyrus #toriel #my art #my writing #creative writing

[ganzdraw]

Hello! I'm new here :0

What's your au about?

Do you have a masterpost?

Hello Friend nwnr at the moment I have not yet made a masterpost but it was already in their development plan

My alternate Universe is about a war between life and death where humans and monsters fight against a new species that arose due to the fall after the truce of Error! Sans and ink! Sans called revenants beta beings created by the power of Emperor Gaster with help of his staff and that of his sister Toriel, which he stole after the fall of his late sister, the Empress Toriel, for sacrificing all her power and soul by creating a magical barrier that protected her world from the destruction of error! Sans by wanting to eliminate the inner core of the au that very barely managed to save 50% of its world and its creations and daughters.

Even though the world was just living its first timeline. There was already a war between Gaster and Toriel… since his brother was only a soul harvester and Toriel's right hand… he only had the job of waiting for his sister who, because she was the creator of life and the universe alternate PromisedTale. to see how those souls fallen for natural reasons would dictate that Toriel speak to that soul if it wanted to reincarnate or rest…. something that bored Gaster and he assumed that his job was just to try to harvest souls. He asked his sister that he also wanted to create species that but with the peculiarity that they defy death… but Toriel said that that was not fair since the soul who could have that immortal form would be unhappy and difficult to control and would You see, since if she shared her magic by creating a being like that with Gaster, it could have repercussions. but in the end she accepted out of love for her brother and at least to fulfill that whim and they created 2 beings with determination…

Zoey and Tamara

But Gaster, disgusted by just seeing that those beings were still made by her, he wanted his own… but between love and hate, his sister warned him that if he did something that she was not aware of, she would be banished to the ruins… .. something that happened shortly after, since Gaster could no longer stand his envy and jealousy and created amalgamations of imperfect beings called beta Revenans. beings made by means of fallen souls that were forcibly deprived of their eternal rest…

But this happened since they were 100% made by the dark magic that Gaster possessed. He still adored her creations and wanted to show it to her sister but her face was angry and disgusted.

Toriel, sad for banishing her brother, still continued with her work of governing her kingdom on Ebott Island. but after the arrival of Core! Frisk and his warning about a truce that could affect her kingdom, she, tired, only asked Core to leave her world since she already had many problems with her family… something already mentioned above in the text toriel fell… and gaster took advantage of that fall by stealing the staff and waging war against the empire that remained behind the rubble where our protagonist Tamara will participate! Who will look for a fight to save Gaster's kingdom from her!

Creating a unique and never before seen timeline… divided into 22 space-time fragments that she herself will have to reunite to save her kingdom and recover the course of the timeline that her mother created, also telling that she will have to recover the cane. of his mother Toriel's life to prevent Gaster from creating more armies… Where the canon now no longer followed a route… but rather all those that existed were in struggle… to see who would be dominant… .. Pacifist, neutral and genocidal… but by name it was now called "chaotic timeline".

Important fact, Tamara cannot reset since this ability was nullified and deactivated by the Error! Sans corruption in her core and she will have to recover those fragments to rebuild the button. but not knowing much about her magic, at a certain point in the comic she will go to look for Core! Frisk in the Omega timeline to ask for his help since she was the one who warned of the catastrophe that occurred… but she would have more surprises. out… bumping into the multiverse

A complex story but one that is developing :3

#undertale au #promisedtale #undertale fanart

[flowisk]

on flowey: i see a lot of people positioning flowey as uniquely amoral, but honestly. i don’t think the explanation he doesn’t have a soul is ‘needed’ to create his actions. he’s someone who is traumatized, bored, doesn’t connect with anyone and has the power to turn back time. you don't need to be soulless to kill people when you are bored with time travel powers. i feel like a lot of meta and fans totally forget that flowey can turn back time, or act like he is uniquely horrendous in his use of time travel. why people act like the ethics of time travel apply more to flowey than any other character who uses it, i’m not completely sure. maybe because a lot of them are less connected to flowey as a character.

we also have the sense that before frisk comes along, flowey isn't even aware any other character besides him has an inkling of things looping. flowey doesn’t seem aware that other characters have a ‘fragment’ of remembering what has happened, and him and sans and him have a bad relationship. it's never really fully clear how much sans actually 'knows'... i feel like fandom really seems to easily miss flowey's metaphorical stance as a completionist bored 'game' player who the world doesn't feel 'real' to and I feel like flowey's soul ingame is, at least as part of the metaphor, his ability to connect with the world as something 'real'. basically, 'lacking a soul' here essentially means becoming a player... the world is fake to him, it isn't real, flowey can reset the game, it's like he's been ripped from the reality of it and it has become something fictional and false to him. it becomes ironic to chastise flowey or hate him for his crimes, because a lot of what he’s doing is just what the player is doing. flowey is intended as an audience surrogate. he is playing in a world that is fake to him, trying all the options to see what happens. frisk isn’t the audience surrogate. it’s flowey. especially if you are any form of completionist.

#flowey #undertale #asriel dreemurr #(I wrote this in a really direct way because I was listing this off my twitter imagine I used a lot more words that soften sentences) #this actually has some kind of discussion point so #tosses it here

[yugogeer012]

So I noticed that earlier in the timeline, Gaster was more lenient towards sans, seeing as how he gave him a chance to just walk away, and it seems like he does so for papyrus too, does that mean, he deep down somewhere carried for his fragments? Or was it Frisk's own emotions affecting his?

You mean "cared" towards them? Yeah, he kinda does thanks to Frisk's feelings.

But it's only a minor though so it doesn't matter anyway

They both died at the end

[utmvarchive]

Aftertale: a summary.

It began here in the universe whose code designates the timeframe spanning Frisk's tour inside Mt. Ebott "UNDERTALE." In [no mercy] timelines, Sans is the last to be killed before Frisk reaches LV20 and is made contact with from beyond the grave by the late royal adoptee. The first fallen human, Chara, uses Frisk's power to delete the entire timeloop and hijacks their body when the timeline reboots.

"Aftertale" refers to the timeloop that began its deviation from "Undertale" after Sans, in a last-ditch effort to outlast the human in a fight, made one more preparation and, taking Papyrus' scarf with him for emotional support... injected himself with Determination.

...

Sans was split.

Somewhere in the void around reality, Determined beings like Frisk can access a "SAVE" to Reload (loop time from their last SAVE point) or Reset (loop time from their first SAVE point).

After Sans was struck down in this timeline, he'd managed to send himself to the SAVE screen– where Frisk themself would be banished after Chara took their body. Paused at his final moments, one of Sans' eyesockets had already begun to melt, hidden behind glitch artifacts, much of his ribcage was missing, and his "eye" in the other socket lost its yellow, the lower half permanently reddened by the DT that was working to keep him alive.

The hard Reset happened, but this Sans in the SAVE screen was exempt... mostly. When he escaped to the void, he was dying. He only had about a ninth of his SOUL left when the Reset took effect, and the Sans in the rebooted timeline was missing that fragment from his SOUL as if they'd broken off from each other.

The Sans in the timeline started waking up with memories of the previous loop, catching "Frisk's" attention as they started playing out different scenarios. The Determined Sans, still able to watch the timeloop as it continued to deviate from Undertale but unable to use the SAVE screen despite reaching it, started making contact with his other self between Reloads, addressing himself as Geno to the Sans still in the timeline out of survivor's guilt.

Geno, watching the timeline from the void, used these moments to plead with Sans to help him take Chara into the SAVE screen and, rather than return control to Frisk, attack them before they could use it and keep them both hostage. His goal was to stop the cycle of muders by ending the timeline forever. Sans never agreed.

Geno brought Sans again after he'd stolen back Papyrus' scarf from "Frisk" when he had a breakdown and had the idea to share the worse of his memories with Sans. It didn't persuade him to help Geno with his plan, but it did finally push Sans into a breaking down himself in front of Papyrus, causing them to have a talk they hadn't had before and helping Sans realize what isolating himself does to him... and to Geno.

Sans surprised Chara at the Ruins door and tricked Geno into taking them and Papyrus into the SAVE screen. Geno, caught off-guard, started a fight with Sans, who still had Chara with him, but Frisk, who'd been kept in a bone cage since warning this timeline's Sans not to trust Geno, called Papyrus over to break them out. Frisk was given the chance to help Papyrus intercept the scene, wearing down Geno's resolve to fight Sans for Chara, and the battle diffused as Papyrus consoled him.

...The two were left to talk while Sans had a talk with Frisk and Chara. Chara was still vengeful toward monsterkind for the fates of the other six SOULs, but eventually surrendered Frisk's body and passed on. Frisk made a promise that their next Resets would be the last. And finally, Geno conceded to try Sans' way this time, but restated that he would do things his own way if/when it didn't work.

Frisk went back to complete one more [true pacifist] timeline, this time with Sans and Papyrus remembering the SAVE screen events and meeting them together outside the exit from Home's ruins while Geno watched. Warily hopeful, he decided the shadow of Dr. W.D. Gaster overstayed his welcome, forcefully turning down his offer to assimilate into the dark of the void but offering that perhaps he could visit the scientist some other time.

Once back outside of Mt. Ebott, Frisk came back to the SAVE screen with Sans and Papyrus to maximize Geno's HP with a butterscotch-cinnamon pie as he exited. It worked, restoring most of the melted half of his skull apart from a "scarred" eyesocket, and he was almost immediately given a warm welcome by Toriel, Undyne, and...

...

...and me.

Alphys.

...

#aftertale #undertale #utmv #archive #at #soul exchange #time-travelling memories #summary #txt

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

DEALERNUT AU: A Evil & Good Frisk/Kris (2024)

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[Note: it might be best to click on this to make it bigger...this will be used as a Cover for a future chapter in "Dealernut AU: The Fragmentation Of LOVE" on Quotev, but it is not likely many will be interested in reading it right away, and I'm fine with that. I have that story on hiatus at the moment...so yeah, this drawing will before both here and over there...]

Credit for Undertale & Deltarune goes to Toby Fox

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this drawing has to do with a Fan-Headcanon and theory.

that the Good-Frisk & Kris are In-Game Players, not us the Player that lives outside the Universe of Undertale and Deltarune.

the In-Game Player lives in a world, where their world is more connected to both Undertale and Deltarune than ours is, so their red soul ends up in Frisk, who's true self is cold heart apathetic human child who in the true timeline they are from when they start in Hard Mode Route, they ended up with a lot of LV...

the In-Game Player that becomes the Good-Kris, they at some point like Frisk did, had to share control of their body with the Outer-Game Player...

the strings that connects In-Game Player/Frisk & Chara's Souls together, as well as In-Game Player/Kris and the Turquoise Souls.

the Turquoise Soul could turn out to be a Artificial Soul that was made to inhabit Kris's body before the In-Game Player ends up being placed into Kris's body, even after we the Outer-Game Player try to make a Vessel for the In-Game Player.

Turquoise Soul Kris, could be good and keeps to themself, and doesn't pull the same pranks as the Original True-Kris...

the reason why Kris has to share with with a In-Game Player Soul,

is to keep the Original Kris from taking back full control,

while Kris with the Turquoise Soul has the same memories as the Original True-Kris, they may not remember everything the Original does...and they may not know that they are not the original, but their true self is a Artificial Soul that was created to keep the Original-Kris from resurfacing...

Kris and Asriel's Parents could of had this done, because they notice how dangerous and violent Kris was getting as the years went by, at first things seemed normal and less violent, but then there could of been a incident that had them take drastic measures.

and it had involved placing a new soul in Kris, to keep their dark side in check so they don't hurt themself or anyone.

we know that Chara is always used a scapegoat, but we know that True-Frisk is probably the one that is the one that ya need to watch out for...like even if we the Outer-Game Player isn't doing a Reset, True-Frisk ends up doing them, taking full control back from the In-Game Player that we know as "The Good-Frisk"...

Chara could be very aware about the true nature of the original Frisk, since they saw them turn monsters to dust in the Hard Mode Route.

and unlike the Outer-Game Player, who didn't get to leave the Ruins...

True-Frisk did and they kept turning monsters into dust as they kept through the underground until they got to the King's Castle.

and for the whole Paradox thing, before True-Frisk could do any harm to the King, they are stop by Gaster who then takes them to the secret true lab that at some point ends up between time & space...

and when the Good-Frisk ends up in that lab, they end up seeing their reflection in one of the rooms, but it isn't their reflection, it's them or rather it's the Original-Frisk, who is too dangerous and has too high of LV to be let free into the world of both the underground and surface.

Alphys might not know that the secret true lab is in between time & space, and may be connected between Undertale and Deltarune's World...anyway the story that involves The Dealernut AU, might end up being in a long hiatus, and I can take my time on it and it doesn't need to be a long story, plus I kind of want to add other worlds into it along with Undertale and Deltarune, like Steven Universe for one.

anyway I will post up another drawing in a little bit, right after I do something first...anyway if some do wonder about the name of that AU...it is also can be the same like Deltarune and Undertale,

meaning all you have to do is mix Dealernut around and you will either get Undertale or Deltarune...it is Dealer-Nut, which could hint that Spamton will play a part in that story in the future...

cause he may technically be a Dealer and he's kinda Nuts. XD

#do not reblog without permission #crossover au #undertale au #deltarune au #undertale fanart #deltarune fanart #dealernut au #fan headcanons #frisk undertale #chara undertale #kris deltarune #good and evil #alternate universe #march 2024

[petitelepus]

Imagine if tfa autobots and decepticons met a sparkling that is like Frisk from undertale, the little one is by far a neutral, yet is friendly with both sides, but the little one hates humans for some reason, getting them to be around with Sari can be difficult. How will they react?

No one knows where the sparkling came from or if they were a machine brought to life by AllSpark fragment, but despite sparkling's small stature they already have an alt mode, a small scooter.

Optimus tries to talk to little one and find out where they came from, but they don't really speak. They stare at him and smile a little, but that's it. He makes Ratchet check if they are hurt or worse.

Ratchet checked and the little one was totally fine. The muteness is their own choice. He kinda likes how quiet and sensible they are.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead try to play with the little thing and adopt the role of big brothers easily. Bee enjoys playing games with them and Bulkhead encourages sparkling to express themself with art. They are having tons of fun with the sparkling.

Prowl can tell that they are not ordinary sparkling. The moment their optics meet, he can tell that this sparkling is strong and out of both Autobots' and Decepticons' reach.

The only thing he couldn't tell was if they are on Autobots' side or not. They did play and amuse the rest of the team, but Prowl could see that there was more.

When he would catch the sparkling on their own, he would ask them who or what they were and if they were going to hurt his friends, because if that was the case, Prowl would protect his friends in a heartbeat.

The sparkling would stare at Prowl long and hard before smiling and raising a single servo over their lips as a mark of silence. The cyberninja doesn't know how, but that simple gesture hit him deep and hard, leaving him stunned.

Before he knows what happens, the sparkling hugs him, and Prowl feels... Better? Like he was being healed. Before he can ask, the sparkling hugs him one more time before leaving to play with Bumblebee.

Megatron is old and wise and could tell that they were no ordinary sparkling. He could glare down at them and they would look back at him with neutral expression, not even one bit intimidated by the warlord.

Lugnut is suspicious and he is loud about it, but Megatron orders him to quiet down and he does so in a second. He does mumble and grumbles about sparkling stealing Megatron's attention... But then they bring him a small can of oil and Lugnut is taken by their thoughtfulness and starts thinking that the sparkling should follow Megatron's example and become possibly the future leader of the Decepticons. Starts to worship Megatron and sparkling.

Starscream immediately dismisses the sparkling. He doesn't have time or any desire to take care of them, he is too busy trying to come up with a master plan to offline Megatron and take his rightful place as the leader of the Decepticons! Sparkling may listen, but they don't take part in Starscream's schemes.

Blitzwing has mixed feelings about them, surprise surprise. Icy tries to come up with a reasonable explanation for why they suddenly appeared there in the Decepticon hideout, but he gets nothing out of them and this tends to drain his patience and cause Hothead to take control.

The heated personality gets up close and might try to threaten the sparkling to speak, but they just smile and gently pats their red face, much to his confusion. Why aren't you scared of him!? This makes no sense!

When Random takes control, the little one amuses him without a word. The chaotic side of Blitzwing would dance and sing and sparkling would dance and play with him, but not sing.

The Bots and Cons come to agree that the sparkling is a special case. They are so small, yet so mature... They even might know something others don't?

They do not like humans though. As soon as the sparkling sees Sari approaching, they turn around and leave without a word and no one knows where (Decepticons)? It might take a day or two until they feel like they can tolerate Sari's company.

#theglitchhero #transformers #reader #reader insert #transformers animated #tfa #undertale #optimus #optimus prime #ratchet #bulkhead #bumblebee #prowl #megatron #lugnut #starscream #blitzwing #ENJOY! #headcanon

[shattered-soul-au]

Welcome to my blog for my Shattered Soul AU!

The main premise is that, while in the fight with Asriel, Frisk dies and their soul shatters. They then enter a sort of limbo where they meet the spirits of the other fallen children. Determined to save everyone, Frisk offers the fragments of their soul to the fallen and Asriel. With their determination and residual magic from the barrier, they manage to persist as well.

Feel free to ask me questions about the AU, or ask things to the characters directly. For character asks, I'll try to draw replies, but sometimes I won't feel up to it.

Posts with lore will be tagged as #au lore.

Posts with art will be tagged as #au doodles

Posts with references will be tagged as #au designs

Posts with old art or information that is no longer canon will be tagged #scrapped content

#undertale #utdr #undertale au #undertale yellow #undertale yellow au #ut yellow #uty #ut yellow au #uty au #undertale frisk #undertale Asriel #asriel undertale #frisk undertale #asriel dreemurr #asriel dreemur undertale #ask blog #ask me anything #ask my characters

[razorblade180]

Shiva/Snowflake ramblings

It’s been like 6 months since snowflakes finished. Talked a little bit about certain things but now I’ll blurt out more and probably end up repeating myself a little.

I made a post theorizing the origin of dust a long time ago as well as spoke about the topic briefly in a V6 review post. Nobody seemed to notice that luckily because it had the answer to what Diamond Dust was. I lived in fear for many years….

In the OC Test where everyone wore Halloween costumes, I had Summer dressed as Frisk with a knife because there was soul shenanigans happening with Dust.

In all my posts about Shiva, I never gave her a separate hashtag. They’re all under Summer’s name because all her actions and feelings were Summer’s.

I made a list of all my characters about they would survive Summer’s situation with Diamond Dust. I never eliminated before but their results were based off of how authentic they are to themselves as well as their self love/respect.

This was something I did for myself but I took every opportunity in questions for Shiva among other prompts to write her making ice daggers because I knew I was gonna write Nick getting stabbed with one.

In the first chapter I had Nick hug Shiva with his heated and use a fire glyph under their feet. The final battle outside ends with a bigger version of that and Vee.

The Wolf faunus they fought is obviously inspired by the big bad wolf, but her aesthetic and hair is just me having Roxanne Wolf brain rot after playing fnaf.

I spent a lot of time thinking of ways to get Veronica free falling so causally before her depressing monologue. My favorite one is in that same chapter where she jumps off the balcony to catch Val; because she gets to see what that looks like from an outsiders perspective. It’s also the only time Vee can’t bail, and actually hits the floor.

Originally I was gonna have Summer and Nick finally do their combo summoning to beat Shiva but I thought the discredited Summer’s ability to best Shiva.

Shiva was gonna make a ice “hell hound” of Dolt, their former dog, in the final fight. The chapter was already incredibly long though and my hands were cramping. It also meant dropping all pretense of what Shiva was because she wasn’t actually around when they had the dog.

If i were to make a sequel I’d know what it’d be about and kinda planted seeds with harsh weather and revitalized Dust being linked. It could be real problem if other people found Dust that are similar to Diamond Dust

Originally this story wasn’t this complex. It was a simple case of “you’re simply at odds with yourself” but everyone guessed that in an hour and I took that personally. 💀 which ballooned into me fleshing out the dust theory and adding a fragmented soul to it.

During the tournament fight Summer had with her channeling Shiva, I kept having her reach for her hip in confusion. The soul of who would’ve been known as Shiva was a pirate and her gun was on that side. I wanted to play with the idea of muscle memory or old habits in the same way I did with Oscar and Oz

Not really a fact but I’m happy that I found ways to slip in Penny making that bomb multiple times. As well as Nick getting in between Summer and a threat before the fatal moment.

Ruth was a one off character before I decided to not be a monster and expand upon Ruby wanting a family.

Summer’s white guitar with a black paw print in honor of Dolt was me being a little cheeky because by then I had decided her therapy puppy in the end, Dunce, was a Dalmatian.

Originally I wanted some of Val’s eternal struggle to come from the idea she might be Trans. I didn’t fucking trust myself to write that well enough so I scrapped it. I tried for like a year or two but I didn’t think it was any good,

#rwby #rwby au #rwby twin snowflakes