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aroflowey · 1 year
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i love undertale so much that if i dont memorize all info about it i will Explode
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htsan · 1 year
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okay I’m FASCINATED by the idea of the role swap of anomaly and Sans. Sans comes across this cool lil game with all these cool lil characters. And then there’s just this one, one that takes a pretty small role at the start, but on each play through seems to stick around a lil bit longer. the more you talk the less you seem to be talking to the MC of the game, but the player himself. then, you call him by his name. or would have, if he set his account name to ‘sans’ instead of ‘legendary fartmaster’. totally broke the serious tone of what they were saying and to his surprise they do say something about his name being silly and start calling him something else (not anomaly but something that fills that same niche).
i just love the idea of Sans being a lil obsessed with his weird little game blorbo
Hi anonmaly, oh. My. GOD. I- I'm calling this sans- anomalisans.
Edit: Context for this >> (x)
I LOVE THAT IDEA that WE'RE HIS LITTLE BLORBO! He uses us to get through his repeating days of the underground. Seeing us gives him hope.. 'if they can do it.. i can.'
Okok, what if:
Our universe is a game/show/a fanfic, and sans is "watching" us from the underground because he is bored. There isn't much he could do..
You feel you are being watched by someone, reading and narrating your thoughts.
He is watching you reading this post. Watching you being shocked that you are now aware of his prescenes..
He hopefully thinks that you think it was all in your head, it would be weird anyways.. Would you believe him that he wasn't watching when you take a shower?
Nevertheless, you would hate him that he had been silently watching you all this time. Obsessing over this 'universe' as a piece of fiction because he has no hope in his.
He watches you.. and he is rooting for you..
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akanemnon · 7 months
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Do you think Sans would take advantage of the back and forth this team is doing to set up more pranks across space and time? I remember the legendary fartmaster, what if Sans starts asking for favors but you can only get "the thing" from the other dimension? "Could you pick up some groceries for me?" "Make sure to feed Rocky while I'm out" and the favors get increasingly tedious until he relents and tells you he "put it off until yesterday" so everything you get had no point
That sounds pretty on brand for him, ngl. Wish I could include a joke like that, but the way this story is gonna head there won't be much room for it. Sans WILL show up at some point again, but that's for the future :')
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neroli9 · 10 months
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This was for Sans, I just was real curious bout something... Does the phrase "I am the legendary fartmaster" mean anything to you?
Another ask I forgot about - sorry! This was part of the 'ask the characters' but I'm going to answer it as myself because I think it'll be amusing:
As I was writing APJFM, before I had the plot nailed down, I imagined a lot of scenes that might someday have a place in the story. Several of those did actually make it into the story -- "I totally want a scene in a sex club" for example. But a lot of them went by the wayside as I kept on making choices for the plot and figuring out exactly what happened.
One of these 'deleted scenes' went like this:
Sans believes he's defeated the anomaly, and he and Reader have bonded. Big party, everyone's celebrating, Sans and Reader are happy, end of story.
And at the party, Frisk comes up to both of them, looking uncomfortable, and says:
"I am the legendary fartmaster."
Reader cracks up -- she's like, Frisk, what the heck?! What a silly thing to say... and you look so serious! A little tipsy, elated by the new bond and the party, to her it's just a big joke.
But Sans...
He looks at Frisk, and his whole world comes crashing down.
Obviously this is not going to happen -- Frisk never gets time powers in APJFM. But there was a time when I didn't know precisely what would happen next, and a lot of things that didn't end up happening could have happened.
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ask-kfc-gang · 5 months
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Eh, you have to take it up with that skeleton dude in a jacket behind you
Frisk: Behind me?
sans: 'sup kid.
Frisk: The legendary fartmaster.
sans: eh i'm done with that timetravel stuff. good try kid.
Frisk: Aww...
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madmewmewofficial · 1 year
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are YOU the legendary fartmaster???????
You’re mistaken if you really think it’s me. That title goes to Frisk, mew~!!!
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mintflavoredfemurs · 8 months
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Been having fun drawing the legendary fartmaster himself
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In one corner, we have the former prince of bad takes, the Xanthophyll Xavant, ELLIOTT PRESCOTT, along with the bruiser, the sword-wielder, the fourth party member in MOTHER 1, TEDDY PRESCOTT!
And in the other corner... The savior of monsterkind, the keeper of the timeline, the legendary fartmaster, the eventual protagonist of Undertale 2, it's FRIIIIIIIIIIIIISK DREEMURRRRRRRRRRRRR! Floating right beside the nonbinary badass is the one and only first fallen human, CHARA DREEMURR! And finally, fresh from his grave, the former Boy Wonder, the giant nerd ghost, it's JASON PETER TOOOOOOODD!
It's a race against time, folks! Will Frisk and their ghostly gompatriots scare up Elliott's surprise before he returns? Or will Elliott make it back a little too early?
*This, while a HELL of a description has one fatal error.
*I'M NOT JASON FUCKING TODD.
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flirt master. legendary fartmaster. lacks basic critical thinking skills.
YOU LACK THINKING SKILLS!!!!
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theomnicode · 1 year
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Me rn:
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Especially that webcomic part.
Hyi saatana. Empathically.
I'm going to bear a grudge after next chapter drops. I can sense it. If not, I can sigh with relief.
OPM God is definitely 100% Slenderman too.
Created by Internet user Alex Hall (a.k.a. "Jadusable"), Ben Drowned tells a story of a college student named Matt who buys a used copy of the video game The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask from an elderly man at a yard sale. Matt finds that the cartridge is haunted by the ghost of a boy named Ben, who drowned. After deleting Ben's savefile, Matt encounters disturbing glitches and scary messages such as "You shouldn't have done that..." and "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"
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Nice ref. Jesus fucking christ Saitama...
Thanks for the fair warning I guess. (I hate you ONE.) I'm a whimp so I might need to whimpout. Too much adolescence trauma ya see. I recall watching J-horror on a cinema with too loud sounds and couldn't sleep properly for at least a month.
I have a distinct feeling I should take my headset off when reading next chapter, which is a while away but I might need this reminder. And take advice from Dimple. Don't look.
That correct?
Do ya guys remember when Murata-sensei was making animation that was not related to One Punch man? Hmm... I wonder what happened to that...
I both don't wanna be correct and at the same time yea.
Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.
Not sure if I'm a stupid doodoo butt for thinking the guy who made Saitama into "I'm a legendary fartmaster" wouldn't be a giant troll though. So I might just be getting trolled but who knows.
At least I am prepared? For when shit hits the fan?
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Are you a legendary fartmaster?
well of course
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I'm going to have to come up with a a name for your blog for when I'm brave enough to come off anon. You do, after all, already have a Jess. - 🔥
I mean, we could have another Jess, or Jessie, or Jessa. But you’re welcome to choose whatever name you like! (I will admit that tagging “x Legendary Fartmaster” would be weird, but if that’s the name you’d like, I’d go for it.) You can stay on anon as long as you wish, though.
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destinyroundabout · 6 months
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caretaker of the ruins serene forest
legendary fartmaster
that's it
hp: 1
at: 1
df: 1
whoops, spilled some ketchup
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thefallenposts · 1 year
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the Legendary Fartmaster, master of all farts
* I’m going to drown you in a lake.
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ask-kfc-gang · 5 months
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Alright alright
The code is
"The legendary fartmaster"
Frisk: I have to say that to get a time machine?
Frisk: Ok, uh... *sigh*
Frisk: The legendary fartmaster.
Frisk: Now can I claim my prize?
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roses-shadow · 2 years
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Underworld part 14
PG13 of Nero’s adventure in DMC Undertale. Last Chapter
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 His grand entry back into the world was into a welcoming sunrise shining down into a garbage filled alley.
Thankfully, he recognized the general area of where he was. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any money to take the train with so he was forced to walk all the way back home.
He was beyond relieved when he finally made it back to his house. Along the way he tried to think up a convincing cover story to explain away his absence. His mom probably would have noticed Yamato was gone by now, it being almost a month since he went missing from what he found out from a newspaper stand. He missed out on a good portion of his summer but that was ultimately better than disappearing during the school year and feed the never-ending exaggerating rumor mill of how much of delinquent he was.
Speaking of which, maybe she’d come to the accurate conclusion that he just went on a magical adventure or something. He was still wearing the same clothes he left in plus Dante’s spare coat and his new pet slime circling around his wrist like a bracelet but it was worth a shot.
He walked up to his door and knocked. He waited, fidgeting with his hands. It took awhile, and he started wondering if she had maybe she had work today and had already left, meaning he’d have to resort to waiting until the afternoon for her to return.
But, thankfully, he was able to hear some shuffling going on inside and footsteps made their way up to the door. The lock clicked and the door swung open.
There was his mom, her short blond white hair still tousled from sleep. She was starring mulishly at Nero before her eyes focused enough to widen in shock. “Nero!” she practically screamed. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you!”
Anything he had prepared to stay was thrown out as he stood in front his mom. His lip began to wobble. “Mom!” tearfully replied, too overwhelmed at seeing her again after he survived literal Hell to say anything meaningful to her. He was home.
Bea held her arms out to him. “Oh my baby, look at you! You’re filthy! Come inside, you need a bath. Have you eaten anything yet?”
And with her mothering in full force, Nero was welcomed inside his home to bathe, be fed and to snuggle up with his mother’s comforting love.
He held off on giving her Vergil’s letter, preferring to have some time with just the two of them and instead choosing to be as vague as possible on what happened. He revealed that he ended up going into her room to play with Yamato and it instead ended up reacting magically to him, which she easily accepted. He also admitted that his mother was being truthful with her supernatural stories all along and he was sorry for doubting her.
She forgave him easily, just happy that he had come back to her.
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 They spent the rest of the day as normal. It was nearing dinnertime and Nero was hanging out in the kitchen with a graciously gifted piece of chocolate as his mother rooted through the fridge to see what to make now that her walking black hole of a stomach that was her son had returned.
She was busy washing some vegetables when there was a knock at the door.
“Now who is that at this hour?” she muttered, Nero’s early morning appearance being enough for her that day. “Nero could you get that?”
“Yeah Mom,” Nero agreed. He got up to head to the front door, idly looking through a window on the way to see a red car parked on the street. He opened the door and gaped in shock.
Vergil and Dante were standing on the other side, Vergil having that constipated look on his face again and Dante with a cheesy grin on his. Dante opened his mouth to say something equally terribly cheesy but Nero never heard what it was as he slammed the door in their faces.
‘Oh holy shit they followed me home!’ He put his head in his hands, internally freaking out. ‘How did they find me?’
Never mind that – it was too soon! He wasn’t ready!
Dammit was this the time difference at work? He never even got around to telling his mom about Vergil and his letter. It hadn’t even been a full day up here!
“Nero, who is it?” his mom called from the kitchen.
“No one, Mom!” Nero called back as normally as he could, hoping she wouldn’t come to investigate.
There came another knock at the door.
Nero let out agonizing long drawn out whine.
“That doesn’t sound like no one, Nero!” his mom snarked.
“It’s fine, Mom! You don’t need to worry about it!” Nero spluttered hurriedly, focusing on just keeping his mom as far away from the door as he could. For good measure, he braced his back against the door, pressing up against it as a way to both physically and mentally ground himself from the unwanted confrontation hiding outside.
He could just...wait for them to go away, right? If he just waited them out and blocked the door so his mom wouldn’t try an open it, they’d leave...right?
He heard some muffled talking and shuffling from the door until it tapered off. Nero listened carefully but he couldn’t hear any more noise.
‘Did they give up?’ he thought. The longer he went without hearing anything the more he was lulled into a sense of security that, for now, he had succeeded in warding them off. He let out a large sigh of relief.
There was a knock at the back door.
Nero looked up in alarm.
His mom came out of the kitchen then, drying her hands with a towel. ‘’Now who the hell is in my backyard?” she muttered darkly.
Nero did a mad dash to block the door before his mom could get to it, slamming his back up against the door to stop her. “Wait don’t open it!”
“Nero!” she chastised. She gave him a stubborn look, trying to stick her hand under his arm to get to the lock but he wouldn’t let her, squirming around to trap her arm to his body and stopping her from progressing as she futilely pushed at him with her free hand.
“No –Mom, just –”
“Nero, would you just –ugh! What’s gotten into you?” She backed up with a huff, raising her arms and giving him an open mouthed look of disbelief. “Fine, be that way.”
Then she reached over to the window next to them and opened the curtain to look outside.
The window wasn’t directly facing the door so whoever was standing at the doorstep couldn’t be seen properly. But behind the figure was someone else impatiently dithering with his hands on his hips. He noticed the curtain moving and glanced over, his face lighting up in recognition and giving Bea a bright grin and an enthusiastic wave “Hey Bea!” he said, his voice muffled from the outside.
“What the fuck,” his mom breathed, giving Dante a discombobulated look.
‘Ah, fuck,’ Nero thought back despondently, hanging his head with a heavy defeated sigh as he heard the voice. Guess the cat was out of the bag now.
He took a bracing breath, backing up and opening the door in resignation.
Vergil stood in front of the door dressed in an obnoxiously stuffy outfit, not as bad as the one he reformed in but pretty similar: blue vest and a darker blue version of his coat; dark knee high boots adorned with belted straps.
‘God what was with the belts?’ Him and Dante. They may have color coded their outfits but belts were the one thing they could agree on.
Dante leaned over Vergil’s shoulder. “Hey kiddo, long time no see!” Dante greeted before his brother could.
“It’s only been a few hours,” Nero retorted back, deadpan.
Bea was still stunned, blinking owlishly at the brothers standing at her door.
Vergil cleared his throat awkwardly, darting his eyes away but motivated enough to get through this encounter. “Ah, hello. We...brought you a quiche.” Vergil held out the covered dish in front of him as an offering, almost hiding behind it.
Bea finally looked away from Vergil to stare at his quiche then back at him. Vergil was clearly trying not to fidget, continuing to hold out his dish in front of him.
“I, ah, made it myself,” he offered when Bea continued to stay silent.
“You...quiche?” his mother said, her brain clearly failing to process. “Vergil?”
Her long lost boyfriend was standing in front of him and she didn’t know how to respond.
Dante, meanwhile, got tired of waiting and shoved past his immobilized brother, causing him to stumble and nearly drop his lovingly cooked meal onto Nero’s unprepared mother. They both yelped, his mom instinctively bringing her hands up to brace the other end of the dish.
“Man, I’m bored,” Dante said, walking past the pair without a backwards glance, not even bothering to take off his shoes. Vergil gave the back of his head a frustrated look, but ultimately decided that his dish and his mother garnered more attention, which Nero mentally gave him kudos for. “You got anything to eat?” He made a beeline for the kitchen visible through the doorway.
Nero gave him a look of consternation, his hand jerking to Vergil’s dish. “You have a quiche right there you –” he clicked his mouth shut, hurriedly censored himself so he wouldn’t have to deal with his mother’s ire.
Dante waved an arm dismissively, not bothering to look back at him. “Yeah, but that’s for you. And I want some good ol’ human food. Can’t wait to feel it go all the way through me again.”
Nero quickly glanced between his mother and Vergil, and Dante’s retreating form before ultimately deciding to follow Dante into the kitchen, worried that he would try and cook something when he wasn’t being supervised, but still wanting to keep his mom in his line of sight, turning his head between the two in the most optimal position he could.
Dante opened the fridge, propping an arm on the door and leaning down to inspect the contents. “What, no beer? Man...”
Nero gave him a dirty look. “Why would we have –I thought you said you were hungry!” he spluttered indignantly.
“Yeah yeah, that’s something I’ll have to figure out later,” he said, rooting around to see what he could find. “You don’t even have anything to make a pizza with either.”
“I got a better idea,” Nero started sarcastically. “Instead of the fridge, why don’t you feel free to visit a trash can in the great outdoors and see what you can cook up from there instead?”
Dante snorted. “Someone’s cranky. You miss your naptime today, kiddo?”
Nero huffed, but held off on telling him off further when his focus was taken up by his mom and Vergil. They had gotten awfully close, Vergil having placed his quiche down at some point so he could fully focus on his mother. He took a few steps out of the kitchen, watching to see if they were about to do something he wasn’t sure he was ok with yet.
Vergil reached out to grab his mom’s hands looking up at her meaningfully through his lashes. “My Sweet Bea,” he said softly, staring into his mother’s eyes. Nero perked up, recognizing the nickname as something that his dad used to call his mom from her old stories.
His mom stared back, sighing longingly at the endearment, eyes becoming wet but valiantly holding them back to stop them from turning into full blown tears. Vergil slowly leaned in, tilting his head as he got closer. His mom did nothing to stop him, tilting her head up as both of their eyes began to flutter shut.
Oh they were going to kiss. Nero wasn’t sure if he should do anything to stop them or if he should even look away. For as long as he knew his mom had stayed single for years, always holding out for his dad to show up one day so witnessing any public displays of affections from others, let alone from his own mother, made him feel really awkward. He felt a blush coming on, freezing up and staring wide eyed as the two got progressively closer and closer.
“Whoa!” Dante interrupted with his mouth full, having come out to stand in the doorway of the kitchen with a looted bundle of grapes. Nero, Vergil and Bea jumped, the moment successfully disturbed as they all turned to look at him. Dante nonchalantly brought the bundle up to his face and ripped off a mouthful of grapes from their stems with his teeth. He pointed to Nero. “You don’t want to traumatize your baby boy’s virgin eyes, do ya?” he said, chewing obnoxiously loud as he could.
The other three occupants of the room let out varied sighs. Vergil and Bea resigned, with Vergil still stepping back out of respect, but Nero’s came out indignant.
“Really?” Nero asked not sure if he should feel grateful for the interruption when it came at his own expense. Cause really, what was he, five? No dammit! Watching his mom actually show a romantic interest in another physically present person and not an abstract shadowy demonic looking figure on a poster and kiss some guy he barely knew who just so happened to also be his dad shouldn’t freak him out but...it was still weird.
His mom looked between Vergil’s retreated form and Nero’s indignant one before giving him an assessing look. “My baby boy’s big enough to handle it,” she said, resolute. She reached up with both hands to pull Vergil’s face down to her level, lunging up to meet him halfway. Vergil made a surprised noise, eyes still open and arms flailing for a bit before he calmed down enough to wrap them around her and kiss her back.
Well, that was his mom for him. He got his attitude from somewhere, after all.
Dante stopped eating long enough to give the couple a wolf whistle. “Get a room you lovebirds,” he taunted before going for another mouthful of grapes, walking over to the tiny loveseat to flop over it, his legs dangling over the edge. “Man they’re really going at it. On their way to make a record, do ya think?”
Said couple ignored him, lost in their progressively deepening make-out session. Honestly, it did weird Nero out. So, to distract himself from that awkward show he turned to face his unfortunate mess of an uncle.
“What are you even doing here anyway?” Nero hissed. “Sure, he makes sense,” he jerked his thumb behind him at Vergil without actually looking at him, “But you don’t need to be here! This should be like, an immediately family thing only.” Vergil he could tolerate being around him and his mom, but Dante? No way.
Dante touched a hand to his chest, feigning hurt. “Hey I’m family. Besides,” he paused to let a slow grin stretch across his face. “I’m the designated driver. Vergil’s not allowed to use Yamato without someone keeping an eye on him and who better to do that than me.” He brought his hand up to his chest again, this time with a slow flourish as his grin reached epic proportions, absolutely gleeful at the thought of his brother being forced to have a mandatory chaperone. “So if you want your dad around you’re gonna have to put up with a two-for-one deal. Neat, huh?” He finished it off with another obnoxious bite at the grapes.
What.
So he’d have to put up with the asshole no matter what whenever his parents wanted to hook up? What if he tried to cook again and no one was around? Would Nero even have a house to come back to? “Couldn’t you have sent someone else?” he tried, voice weak with dread.
Dante shrugged. “Well, we could have sent Nelo up instead but he’d probably stand out too much around the humans.”
Oh God no that was even worse. “No...No, that’s...fine,” Nero placated.
“Besides, we’ve got to plan out our comeback tour! Plus I’ve gotta check out the type of music everyone’s into now; I bet they don’t make songs like ours anymore. And, you know, should probably have to figure out the whole not being declared dead thing too.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I’ve gotta check if my old agent is still around and get him to help us out with that while we get the band up and running again.” Dante eyed him up appraisingly. “Hey kid, you said you can play, right? You wanna be in our band?”
Nero was taken aback. “I, uh, what? Um...well I...” Him, in a band? Could he? He still had to go back to school though. But wouldn’t that be a sight. Nero, the outcast being a part of an old famous band that had come back to life. One that he was related to at that. Plus he could jam out on his guitar all he wanted...
It was tempting...
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” his mother interrupted, finally drawn away from her love as her mothering instincts kicked in. Unless you can work around his school he’s not joining anything.”
Nero shuffled awkwardly, feeling guilty for wanting a taste of fame even though he didn’t agree to anything yet.
“The lady of the house has spoken,” Dante intoned dramatically. “Anyway can I get a pizza?”
The couple eventually calmed down and Nero and his mom settled in to eat their free meal, his mom lighting up in absolute wonder as it kicked in that Vergil had made it himself as he apparently used to be a slight bit better at cooking than Dante’s disastrous efforts when they were younger. Nero could believe that considering Spaghetti Angelo existed and all.
Vergil held off on eating any for himself, saying that he and his brother had both had their fill before coming up. Yet, that didn’t stop Dante from endlessly complaining about wanting to have some good old human made pizza.
It eventually became too much to listen to and his mom gave in and ordered a pizza for the man-child.
“Oh mah Gawd,” Dante moaned through a mouthful of cheesy pizza.
Vergil and Bea were too busy nuzzling each other’s noses and whispering sweet nothings to each with their hands clasped so it was Nero by himself who got a front row view of watching Dante gratefully worshiping the glory of human made pizza with his mouth. He was draped over the table in the living room, it being the only other piece of furniture to settle on as Nero and his parents took up all the room on the tiny loveseat and accompanying chair when they finished with the quiche.
He secretly vowed vengeance on him for subjecting him to that sight. With whoopie cushions. He wasn’t called the Legendary Fartmaster for nothing.
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1) Obligatory dump visit from Alphys’ date and when the monsters are standing outside the barrier to watch the....sunrise? It’s sunrise now.
2) Ok, so. For those of you who’ve played the reboot. It’s Kat’s concept art. The blond in red with the motorcycle helmet and gun pic. I’ve hereby dubbed her Beatrice in this fic (rather than yknow...trish).
3) Chara looking for their chocolate fix in the fridge.
4) Alphys not wanting to open the door for anyone when you go and deliver the letter.
5) Was debating on having Dante make his own failed version of the quiche by accidentally spilling sugar into it and Vergil managing to convince him to abandon it under a bench somewhere before they got there cause no way was that going to be okay for their tastebuds. This was before I wrote the first half of Undyne’s cooking scene tho.
6) One of the monsters in Grillbys just can’t wait to have human food go through them again, as monster food just magically dissolves and negates bathrooms. Pap on his date says you can feel free to visit the trash can if you interact with it.
7) Toriel stops Alphys and Undyne from kissing and scarring young innocent child Frisk from PDA. This said when Dante gave him the Talk...his version at least. Being a troll on baby boy Nero. Plus nose nuzzling champs.
8) Uh, in Alphys’ human fanclub, Metta ended up on the piano feeding himself grapes. Due to lack of piano, had him on the tiny couch and then onto the table cause they don’t have a lot of furniture to use/too lazy to grab a spare chair from the kitchen.
9) Nero and Johnny both make fart jokes/stories. (DMC5 to Goliath and a DMC4 interview I think). Had to fit that in somewhere.
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Welp, done with the story. This fic at least. Yay. 1 down...a lot more what ifs to go at the speed of snail!
As an added epilogue blurb, have something that ended up making me laugh: So, Nelly comes up one day as Verg’s escort and Nero decides to bail on making lunch and just buy something from school instead. Bea makes a remark on ‘oh, Nero didn’t make lunch today’. And Nelly goes bug eyed ‘WHAT? My baby boy doesn’t have anything to eat? I can fix that!’ So, cut to Nero bored in class and just randomly turning to look out the window. Does a double take when he sees Nelly marching up Terminator Style to the school. Panics, cause, ‘oh no. I need to bail on class. He’s going to try and feed me again and I can’t let him march in here and take off his helmet cause everyone will freak out when they see headless Nelly like I did. Nope nope nope.’ Panic raises hand in air. Bathroom!
+ Ppl were around when Nelly took off his helmet and just start screaming bloody murder. So now Nero has to bail from school and lead Nelly along before ppl come. Just imagining this simpsons epi where Bart bails on school and Seymour is after him terminator style.
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