#using a line from handplates here...

[scribble-brain-aced]

more sans au headcanons because if i do not share them, i mayhaps will explode into a million pieces

• i once broke my school computer (stay with me here) and the inside of it smelled like chemicals. like nail polish remove, but more hospital. that’s what the anti-void smells like, and by extension, error.

• getting the feeling that Killer is a bit obsessive with who he likes. like, he won’t straight-up stalk them because he knows that’s apparently terrifying for the victim, and he doesn’t want that. but he WILL watch them really carefully, hang out with them as much as possible, and probably write a list about them. generally, really toeing the line between ‘okay’ and ‘kinda creepy’.

• Dream and Nightmare have synesthesia. Dream can see emotions, Nightmare can taste and smell them. (Although, he thinks it’s weird, so he doesn’t talk about it at all.)

• dust is from a Handplates AU, Killer was homeless until 18, and Horror is part of Gaster’s split brain if you’ve seen Matpat’s theory.

• nightmare has about a million ways to pass the time because as a kid, he had like no social contact whatsoever, and instead read a lot, screamed into a forest, pondered the meaning of life, and made up several conspiracy theories. because he was bored.

• yknow how the Gang is portrayed in this awesome gothic castle/mansion? well, the Stars are permanently broke. they literally just share a tiny little hobbit-hole house in the omega timeline.

• Nightmare stole a money-printer from the government in a Mafiatale AU. that’s how he’s so rich.

• also Killer somehow got everyone to name it Jasper. like, if Dust ran out of money, Horror will just tell him “go talk to Jasper.” and everyone just accepts it.

• cross and epic have a thing where if either of them say the word corn, they chant the corn thing from Slimesccle. they have no clue where it came from.

• error, nightmare, cross, epic, and chino have started the Fresh Hate Club.

• Nightmare somehow keeps getting mistaken for Satan. He doesn’t know how. (and it definitely does not bring his already-low self esteem down.) But if there’s a satanic cult nearby, he won’t correct them, in case they can be useful.

• You know how gods have a ‘true form’ that’s ineffable to mortals? all of Reapertale, Ink, and Error. Reaper’s gonna teach Ink and Error how to access their true forms. Dream once saw Ink’s true form and fucking sobbed because he could barely handle it. he’s not a mortal, so he’ll live, but he can barely comprehend it.

• (inspired by The Stupid Chair on ao3). the gang has The Stupid Hat. it’s a horrible bright yellow neon construction hard hat that gets duct-taped to someone’s head if they’re dumb enough to make an easy mission complicated. ex, if Dust provokes the Stars into a fight during a supply run, he gets the hat.

• ccino is a licensed therapist, but he is still depressed

• dream and nightmare have a lot of insecurity around the auras they emit. ‘do they genuinely like me, or do they like my aura?’ ‘does my aura make them feel that negative? do they wish i weren’t here?’

• cross and killer impulsively started a band called StashMark. They made the instrumentals for half of a song and that’s it. nothing else. they forgot to actually do stuff.

• Dust gets really nervous around medical, scientific places, and doesn’t trust any doctors or scientists except for Sci. but he still refuses to take anything from him, whether it be a shot, or a lollipop. he’s just not having it.

• killer sleeps on the floor because sleeping in a bed still feels strange to him. he also keeps the windows open because he used to sleep in the cold. gets really anxious about the price of something, money in general, so even if he can afford something, he just steals it.

• horror will get random flashbacks of the Core, or Gaster, and he’s not sure why, but on the rare occasion he meets a Gaster, he always ends up feeling “fake” afterwards. like he’s not supposed to be here, not supposed to do this.

#error sans #nightmare sans #ccino sans #dust sans #killer sans #horror sans #dream sans #ink sans #reaper sans #cross sans #science sans #epic sans #sans au headcanons #utmv headcanons #undertale headcanons

[toriels-strange-human-children]

Welp, that's one way of telling it.... Long story short, They are from another Universe and yeaaaaaah...

#undertale #deltarune #deltarune comic #deltarune ask blog #chara dreemurr #frisk dreemurr #kris dreemurr #toriel dreemurr #susie deltarune #kind of #anacharafan #hexys09 #anon #kfc #theres another ask i was gonna answer in this one #but my wrist is not doing great and honestly i probably shouldnt have pushed myself to do this much #so that'll be in the next one #using a line from handplates here... #very different context #but i feel the need to credit #anyway here

[northwind4]

Dearest WingDings（22）

*It's a story about HandPlates! Gaster and Wing! Gaster

*I’ll appreciate it very much if you point out the mistakes I made in the translation, all kinds of help are welcomed!

*previous & next

*Handplates by @zarla-s

Wing!Gaster by me

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Chapter22

“You have my word.”

395

G: We should develop a touch screen suitable for skeletons

G: It’s really inconvenient to wear finger cots every time when you use your phone

W: So let’s add it to the to-do list

He leaned over Gaster’s shoulder to watch him typing.

W: By the way, it looks good on you.

396

W: You also have a Webiter account

G: The world’s largest social networking site will help collect information

G: ...and the strong demand from Alphys.

G: Besides, for the students in the academy, I have to know what they are thinking in their inexplicable human brains.

G: I still don’t understand why we have to spend half a day on them every week. This kind of thing can obviously be given to Alphys. She thinks that her class time is too short—

Wing hugs him from behind.

W: Really?

W: Look into my eyes and tell me that you hate those young people calling you “Professor”.

W: You can’t_(:з」∠)_

397

G: What...

G: I haven’t posted anything yet, but many people have followed me.

W: Let me see?

W: Hmm...

W: It may because Alphys has introduced you on her page.

398

G: Hmm

G: Alphys must enjoys this life.

G: Robots and artificial intelligence, large ANIME EXPO, cat cafe, global shopping sites, thousands of flavors of instant noodles and soda...everything suits her taste.

W: And so many fans on social networking sites.

399

G: I remember you also have an account

G: What’s your Nickname there...

G: Don’t say anything, let me guess

G: ...

G: Blacky.

W: You know me(/ω＼)

400

W: I remember

W: I think I’ve seen you before...“you” in another world

Gaster didn’t mind spending five minutes listening.

W: Humans and monsters coexist peacefully there, and everything is completely different...

W: Asgore runs a flower shop called “Flower King”, he doesn’t earn much money because he prefers giving than selling

W: Toriel teaches in middle school, which is like nowadays

W: Alphys and Undyne don’t even know each other! But I think they will meet one day

W: Sans opened a grocery store, and Papyrus seems to be much quieter

W: And, uh, “you” in that world...

W: You have nice relationships with all your families, including the brothers

W: On the other hand...you never step into science.

W: You work in a library where aren’t many things every day, but that’s good, because that “you” also like reading...

Wing started to doubt if he should talk about this, compared a scientist who is shining like stars, this Gaster seemed...too ordinary.

He did not become WHO or achieve SOMETHING.

Gaster seemed to be thinking, and Wing was nervous. Facing his love, he was always unable to maintain extreme rationality, which could make some of his behaviors not get strictly analyzed and judged.

G: ...

G: That’s good.

The young scientist smiled lightly.

“He has everything I have lost.”

401

Wing urged himself to think about some words—comfort, encouragement, sorry, love, or just switch to another subject.

Gaster talked before him.

“But I'm the best.” He looked at Wing, with his words full of unique confidence and pride.

Wing felt like being lighted up.

“Of course,”he couldn’t help kissing him,“of course you are the best.”

“The best one in every time and space.”

402

W: Another successful experiment?

G: A major breakthrough! Resource utilization efficiency has reached to a new level!

G: The energy loss in the process of material conversion is getting lower and lower. If combined with magic, there may be no loss...even without magic!

This kind of topic could always lift Dr.Gaster’s mood. Wing couldn’t tell how much he liked him now.

W: Speaking of materials and energy

W: Well, my body can neither be ignited nor frozen, it won’t react with any reagents, if I want, my weight can become 0

W: What am I?

There was a bit of bitterness in his smile.

W: Sometimes I think, my existence may—

Gaster interrupted him.

G: You are WingDingsGaster, a genius scientist, a mystery man, a hobbyist of dancing, a thermos user, a super cook and a father of four young skeletons

G: And my love.

403

G: When did you become so self-doubtful?

G: Leave the philosophy questions to philosophy

G: And in my place

He pressed the other one on the desk.

G: ...sometimes you are a bit too tall, you should know

Wing was stared down by him.

W: ...

W: I remember you are against dating during working hours?

Gaster shut him up with action.

404

*You were invited to a party hosted by the Monster King.

*You saw the king cut a heart-shaped pie for the queen

*You saw a flower talking to someone you couldn’t see

*You saw the Royal Guard leader picked up her Royal Scientist and shared a Pocky with her

*You saw the tall skeleton playing games with his brother

*You saw the famous star robot feeding the grapes to his cousin

*You saw a Royal Scientist sitting with another world’s Royal Scientist toasting marshmallows

*All these filled you with determination .

405

G: (*fell into the bed) Party must be the most tiring activity

W: But it’s also happy

G: Maybe...

*A message

G: An invitation...to the new energy exhibition NEXT MONTH

W: ...

W: Hm...

He moved over and helped Gaster take off the coat.

W: I suddenly remember I have an extra class for my students tomorrow

W: Sorry...but I have to go check my lesson plan now

He left the room a little too quickly.

406

Wing stood on the balcony. Before Gaster spoke to him, he didn’t even notice his approach.

W: Ah...why are you...

W: I, uh, I’m—

Gaster walked over and hugged him with deep breath.

W: What’s up? Is it a nightmare?

W: Sorry, I should wake you up in time, I-

G: Nothing

G: You’re still there, that’s enough.

Wing felt himself being frozen.

407

G: I dreamed of a world without you

G: The barrier had not been broken, we had collected 6 human souls

G: I still treated the children as subjects, a lot of things happened...a lot of bad things

G: When I opened the cracks of the void, it was not you who came out of it, but a dark...gloomy monster

G: ...

G: Finally I fell off the bridge of the core—then I woke up

G: Everything in the dream is too real. When I woke up, I didn’t even know which side was the reality.

G: What if everything really goes that way

G: ...

G: But it’s just a dream. Look, you are standing right here

G:......?

G: Hello?

408

Wing didn’t respond, and Gaster snapped his fingers to make him back from the unknown imagination.

G: Are you okay?

G: Don’t tell me that you are freaked out by this dream

W: ...

W: No...nothing.

W: Maybe it’s because you ate too much whisky chocolate tonight...?

W: Let’s...go back to sleep.

Gaster stopped him.

409

G: Look at me.

Wing turned away subconsciously, so Gaster forced him with the magic hands.

G: I can feel it

G: When did these start? Your...pessimism, your self-doubts, there must be something troubling you, I can feel it.

G: What happened?

G: WingDings “Blacky” Gaster.

He called this funny full name, the other one tried to step backwards, but he couldn’t.

G: You are making me worried.

410

W: ...

W: I...

Gaster waited for him to continue.

W: I...I’m not sure, just...

His voice was shaking, and his expression reminded Gaster of some poor little skeletons.

411

G: ...

G: Something bad happened to the children?

W: Of course not

G: You got terminal illness?

W: No

G: The end of the world?

W: No

G: You fell in love with others?

W: NEVER!

G: (sigh)

G: Is there anything worse?

412

Wing took a deep breath.

W: The break of the barrier had some effect on the space-time

G: Yes, I remember you’ve said it

G: Did you find out what it was?

W: ...yes.

G: That’s not a bad thing.

G: Or...?

He thought of something, but he didn’t want to follow that line.

He didn’t even want to listen to Wing.

W: I found that the effect was not on the machine that can open the crack.

W: But...

W: ...

W: ...me.

413

W: It was like...the world’s self-cleaning system

W: And I don’t belong here, you know

W: I’m, I-I don’t know when it will-I can feel-

W: I’m......disappearing.

These words almost exhausted all his strength.

414

W: ...

It took him a long time to speak again.

W: I’m sorry.

The other one stopped him from apologizing. Besides the sound of breath, the only thing could be heard was the wind.

After a long silence, Gaster looked up into Wing's eyes.

415

“You owe me a dance.”

#wingdingses #wing!gaster #handplates #gaster #dearest wingdings

[zarla-s]

So I recently did some printing tests with some art of mine to see how they’d come out, and so now these mini-prints are for sale! They’re all fairly small, about photo size, with a few exceptions. I’m sorry my phone’s camera sucks, they really look much better than this in real life, I promise! Also yes my cats like sleeping on this bed what

These are on a first-come first-serve basis (it is currently 4-14-19 as I’m posting this), so if you want one then move quickly, haha. What’s in the pictures is all I have! You can get as many or as few as you want. I’m charging 2$ for a small print and 3$ for a large one, plus shipping. If you want one, email me at astronia at aol dot com with “prints” somewhere in the subject line and we’ll work it out! I’ll be using Paypal for this. :B Here’s the quick text list of what’s available.

4x6 inches:

Edgar in bandages set to Streaming Heart (the colors on this one came out really nice)

Papyrus and Sans dying in the last hallway

8x8 inches: (this is a large print)

Sixbones (has a white line at the bottom)

Ladies in their Castlevania outfits

5x7 inches:

Zombie Hunter and Smoker sitting on the beach

4x4 inches:

Scriabin shouting to Love is War (slightly cut off on the top and bottom)

Edgar in strings

Utwig High Proctor

Gaster in cords to Synthetic

4x5.3 inches:

Various Starcon2 aliens looking at the stars

Flowey menacing Sans and Papyrus from one of the Handplates comics

Dustjar Papyrus in the city of tears

Ghost Kefka with Leo

Dustjar Papyrus with "We're All Gonna Die" by him (the colors on this one are a bit off)

And the second batch! These ones generally came out cleaner than the previous test one.

4x6 inches:

Gaster with the ruler

Dustjar Papyrus with "We're All Gonna Die" by him (the line quality is a lot better)

4x4 inches:

Endogeny

The red, black and white Handplates shot to Disappearance Addiction

4x5.3 inches:

Dustjar Papyrus in the city of tears

I’ll cross off ones as they get picked up, haha. Make sure to check the original post if you’re seeing a reblog of this to see if I’ve updated it!

#z art #i really appreciate everyone's interest in these #it still amazes me! #if anyone picks up the starcon2 ones i for one will be very surprised #same with ghost kefka

[kittysukagasterfics]

The Truth Behind The Mask

Thank you all for the lovely notes on Part 1! I’m glad I got all my facts right the first time! Fair warning for this one, it’s going to be very sad. I apologize to your poor SOULs in advanced. Also, this does contain sensitive topics so if you’re uncomfortable with that, I would recommend not reading this. Anyway, onto the fic!

Handplates belongs to: @zarla-s

Requested by: Anonymous and Me

Summary: Part 2 of ‘Haunted By The Past’. Read Part 1 before reading this fic. Gaster wonders about the Human’s life back on the surface and if they actually want to stay with him and the brothers. What was the Human’s past life like?

    “*You ask Gaster what his condition is.”

     The Human and Gaster were sitting on the couch in his office. Gaster had just got done telling the Human his past and they were currently waiting to hear what ‘terrible fate’ they would have to suffer. He looked at them dead in the eyes.

    “Human, are you happy here, in the Labs I mean? Be honest with me, please.”

     They gave him a confused look. Did he really just wanted to ask them a question?

    “*You tell him that you are happy here.” ‘*He doesn’t look convinced...’

    “I thought I told you to be honest, Human...”

     The Human reassured him that they weren’t lying nor would they ever lie about anything like that. The Human also told him that they love staying there with the brothers and him. They went on asking him why he would even question that in the first place. What he told them made them freeze up.

    “I just figured that you might miss your friends and family back on the surface. Don’t you think your loved ones might missing you as well?”

     No response from the Human. They just stared at the table with a blank expression. Gaster placed a hand on top of theirs, a concerned expression on his face. Did they not hear the question maybe?

    “Human? Did you hear me?”

     They slowly nodded but still didn’t answer. Gaster was very concerned about them now. He grabbed and tilted their head so that they were facing him.

    “You’re really worrying me now, Human. What’s wrong? Did my question make you uncomf-”

    “*You tell him that you have no friends or family.”

     Gaster went silent at this. He wanted to desperately believe the Human was lying but by the look on their face, Gaster knew that they weren’t. Not only was he more concerned now, Gaster wanted to learn more. He asked them to elaborate more on their statement.

    “*You tell him you honestly don’t want to talk about it...”

    “And what if I told you that’s what my condition is?”

     The Human just turned their head away, refusing to say anything. Gaster thought about what he could do to make them talk when he got an idea. Gaster then asked them if they remembered how they mercilessly tickled him yesterday. They said that they did although clearly confused about why he was asking about it all of a sudden.

    “Then maybe instead of talking, you’ll just have to endure one hour of revenge and-”

     The Human immediately scooted away to the other side of the couch, hugging their arms around their torso and trying to protect their sensitive spots. They knew he wasn’t joking either so it seemed like they had no other choice. The Human gave a long sigh of defeat.

    “*You reluctantly say you’ll tell him if he promises not to tickle you.” ‘*He nods in return.’

     Sliding back over to Gaster, they laid their head in his lap and began their story:

    “*You began by telling him that your parents abandoned at an orphanage at 2 years old where you stayed until you were 4. Your granny had taken you in and raised you. You never actually met your parents but vividly remember an incident that happened when you turned 6...”

     ‘An elderly woman smiled as she watched her grandchild run around in the backyard. The poor thing had been abandoned five years ago by their own flesh and blood. The woman was still in disbelief by what her son and daughter-in-law had done, almost not wanting to believe it. But the orphanage had called her since she was the next and last line of relatives. The woman took over responsibility for them. There was nothing wrong with the six year old as far as the woman could tell. Sure their appearance was a bit strange, with white hair and crimson eyes, and they didn’t talk much either. They were a smart child though and very energetic too. The grandma let out a small chuckle as she watched the child try to pet the ducks in her small pond. Hearing a car coming up, the elderly woman turned and saw the familiar-looking car in the driveway. Her motherly instinct kicked in and she called her grandchild into the house, the child obeyed and rushed over to her. The woman had them go to their room just as there was a knock at her door.

     The child doodled in their room when they heard yelling coming from the living room. Even though their granny told them to stay in their room, the child couldn’t help but try to peek out. Opening the door and walking down the hall, the small child could hear the yelling becoming louder and louder. They entered the room to see two unknown people arguing with Grandma. The large male suddenly grabbed a nearby vase and flung it at her. Luckily, the elderly woman was able to dodge it. The child however, wasn’t so lucky.’

     Gaster nearly dropped his coffee cup in shock as the Human finished speaking. He honestly didn’t expect to hear that. He had a lot of questions to ask them because of it.

    “How badly did you get hurt, Human? I’d imagine that you didn’t just walk away without injury...”

     The Human then uncovered their left eye revealing a large, faint scar close to it. Gaster unconsciously ran his finger across the scar, not really wanting to know how big of an injury this actually was. The Human gave a slight smile at his reaction before fluffing their hair back over their eye. Meanwhile, Gaster was asking one more question.

    “What sort of education did you have, Human.”

    “*You tell him you were mostly home schooled for the majority of your childhood.”

     With no more question to ask, Gaster let them continue on to their teenage years:

    “*You tell Gaster that you were still home schooled as a teen but you instead did it online. You also started identifying as non-binary as a teen as well. Your Grandma’s health started deteriorating so you had to keep the house clean and stocked with food while also juggling school work. You did find time to indulge in your hobbies however...”

     ‘The teen let out a sigh as they typed away at their computer. Online school was hard for them but it beat interacting with other people. They could feel everyone judging them as they walked through the store to buy groceries. Granny couldn’t out much these day due to her health. She was mostly bedridden, only getting up if she needed to use the bathroom or go to the kitchen to eat. The teen was also pretty sure Grandma didn’t fully understand them when they came out her as non-binary. They had gotten rid of their pesky long hair and cut it short, only leaving a long piece to cover their left eye. Sighing a breath of relief at finally finishing their work, they switched tabs to their coding lessons. The teen had been teaching themselves programming and code for a while now and they thought they had been getting the hang of it. Not only did they want to become a programmer when they got older, their new hobby also linked in with their other hobby. Switching tabs once more, the teen scrolled through their research about monsters until they found the info they needed. The teen had been studying monster history for a while and had actually been trying to contact one. Going to the base of Mt. Ebott didn’t work so they did a little digging around and found that the monsters had their own form of internet called ‘the Undernet’. The teen didn’t care how long it took, they WILL find their way onto the Undernet.’

    “You seemed quite persistent and passionate as a teenager, Human.”

     Gaster found great interest in what the Human had just told him. He never knew that they were so interested in coding or even monster history. It also surprised him that the Human apparently didn’t live too far from where every monster was trapped. That was the part that interested him the most.

    “Did you ever considered trying to get into the Underground?”

     He noticed the Human’s expression turned somber at his question.

    “*You tell him that a teen, no, but after the incident one year ago, you did consider jumping down...”

     A cold chill ran down Gaster’s spine. Were they being serious? Was the Human really suicidal at one point? That was honestly hard to believe given their demeanor. Was it connected to the ‘incident’ they just mentioned?

    “...Would you mind telling about the incident, Human?”

     The Human gave a sad sigh and nodded:

    “*You reveal to Gaster you had a little brother named David. You gained custody over him when your parents were caught abusing him. He was your pride and joy. You just wish you could’ve prevented what happened to him...”

     ‘The young adult typed away at their computer. They had a paper to get done for their online collage class. They were just about to finish when there was a knock at the door. Confused, they went to door and opened it. There a strictly-dressed but kind-looking woman with a young boy with pitch black hair and emerald green eyes beside her. After confirming who the guests were and who they were, they allowed the two to enter. The woman explained she was from CPS and the child with her was apparently their little brother, David. The young boy refused to make eye contact and only made small glances at them. The young adult listened as the social worker told of what had happened to David. After that, she asked if they wanted to take David in. For the first time since he got there, the boy looked up with pleading eyes at them. They smiled at him and took the pen from the woman’s outstretched hand to sign the papers. That was the day David came into their life.’

     The Human smiled fondly as they told how they spent their days off of work hanging out with David. Gaster actually found it cute how the Human seemed to almost brag about their younger brother and even showed him a picture of the two of them together. That even though the two of them would fight, they still loved each other. But what had happened to the child?

    “Did the incident have anything to do with David, Human?”

     Gaster saw the Human’s smile quickly fade. Their eyes seemed to water at the question as well. They nodded and through a choked voice, told him what tragedy befell David:

    “*You struggle as you tell Gaster how you had left David at a neighbor’s house while you went to work. What happened while you were gone was forever burned into your memory...”

     ‘The young adult hugged David as they both tearfully said goodbye to one another. They promised him to be back later tonight at 10 and to be good for their nice elderly neighbor. They waved to the woman and David and began walking to work. What happened next was a complete blur for them. They remembered working on some tough coding bug when their boss walked up to them. He didn’t look like he had good news to share. He nervously told them that he’s letting them go home early and to take a few days off. The young adult was a bit confused at this but who were they to complain about getting more time to spend with David? They told their co-workers and boss goodbye and happily walked home to their little brother. As they got closer and closer to the house, they began smelling the strong scent of smoke. The young adult just assumed that someone was burning leaves and ignored it. They got to their block and realized there was police and a firetruck with firefighters near their house. Neighbors were surrounding it and none of them looked happy. Feeling panic fill their SOUL, they ran down the sidewalk towards home, which they figured out was the one that had caught on fire. Where were they and David going to live now? They were stopped by a police officer who asked them who they were. After confirming their identity, the officer’s expression turned somber and he directed them to their neighbor who was sobbing. When they questioned her, their heart shattered upon hearing that David had snuck back over to the house. He had wanted to surprise them by making them their favorite meal. The firemen and police confirmed it was an oil fire that got out of control quickly. David couldn’t make it out in time. The young adult had to escorted away by their neighbor as they fell into hysterical crying. Their baby brother was dead. He was dead and it was all their fault. What was the point of going on with life?

     The next few days were a blur to them. They felt empty and completely unmotivated. Their neighbor had to help them plan David’s funeral. It was too painful to listen in on the phone conversations so they would slink away to their room to cry. Sometimes, the pain became too much for them to bare. They would hide the razor blade and patch themselves up after they were done...’

     Gaster couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was at a loss for words. He would have never suspected the Human used to intentionally harm themselves. He wanted to scold them for being so reckless with their life like that. But instead, he just wrapped his arms around the Human who had started to sob uncontrollably. Gaster ran his fingers through their hair in an attempt to comfort them. The Human just buried their face into his chest and cried however. He needed another way to calm them down or at least distract them.

    “Human, do you remember when we first met.”

     That got their attention. The Human looked up and nodded, smiling a little. They had finally been to access the Undernet after years of research and trial and error. Gaster had been the first and only monster they contacted. They also found him pretty cute as well. At first, he wanted nothing to do with them but the Human had been able to gain his trust by sending down gifts and chatting with him often. He still wasn’t sure how but the Human also found a way to pet him, too.

    “*You tell him you also remember how he had threatened to take your SOUL.”

    “Those were merely empty threats to try and scare you off...”

     The Human then retorted back that they didn’t take him seriously to begin with. Gaster just rolled his eye sockets at this causing the Human to start laughing. They were starting to feel better now. David may have been gone but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t go on with life. Especially now that the Human has a new skeleton family to love and take care of. Gaster pressed a kiss against their forehead.

    “I honestly am sorry for the loss of your younger sibling. But what happened to him was nothing more than an accident. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. You made a lot of happy memories with him so he didn’t die unhappy...”

     The Human smiled at this and wrapped their arms tightly around him. They almost wanted to start crying again but they were too exhausted now. The Human asked Gaster if he wanted to sleep in his office together again tonight. He agreed and they both laid down to rest with Gaster laying on his back while the Human snuggled against him. However, something was still bothering Gaster so before the Human fell asleep, he asked them a question.

    “Human, we’ve known each other for a long time now, but you haven’t exactly told me your real name and I don’t think your name is actually Human...”

     They giggled and looked up at him, eyes twinkling.

    “*...You tell him your name is Sam.”

Note: The Human’s, or should I say, Sam’s name has finally been revealed! Told you this story was going to be sad. But people like angst so win-win for them. Thank you everyone so much for reading! I love all of you! Stay tuned for more.

#undertale #handplates #gaster #the human #sans #papyrus #toby #my fic #request #ukagaster

[argentdandelion]

Cross-Fandom Analysis: “I’m Bad, and That’s Good”

Or, “How to Not Die by Falling into Not-Lava”.

Thesis: Ralph’s speech of “I’m bad, and that’s good. I will never be good, and that’s not bad. There’s no one I’d rather be...than me.” also applies to W.D. Gaster of Handplates, but in an opposite moral direction.

(For simplicity’s sake, this article will not be considering the sequel Ralph Wrecks the Internet)

Ralph Context

Ralph: “Sure must be nice, being the good guy.” Ralph: “Here’s the thing. I don’t want to be the bad guy anymore.” Clyde (the orange ghost in Pac-Man): “Ralph, Ralph. We get it. But we can’t change who we are. The sooner you accept that, the better off your game and your life will be.”

History

In the film Wreck-it Ralph, Ralph, who's been the "bad guy" of a Donkey Kong-esque arcade game for decades, doesn't want to be the "bad guy" any more. He's tired of getting defeated by his game's protagonist, Fix-it Felix, over and over and being excluded and not appreciated by everyone in his game. He doesn’t seem to have any friends; when he shows up to Bad Anon at the film’s beginning, it’s his first time.

In his game, Felix gets a medal for his heroism after defeating Ralph; to prove he can be a good guy, Ralph ventures to another game to get himself a medal. In the process, he accidentally brings a mindless killer robot to the helpless game Sugar Rush. Though thought destroyed, the robot actually survived and multiplied underground. He also loses his newfound medal, and in his quest to get it back, he befriends one of Sugar Rush's characters: Vanellope.

Motives

Ralph’s bad-guy status was externally-imposed: he was created for the role of being the bad guy in an arcade game, and the game literally puts words in his mouth to accomplish this. Refusing to play out his role or even just leaving his game for too long comes with the risk of making the arcade game seem broken, and if people think it's broken, it will be unplugged and its characters will become homeless; therefore it is selfish.

Ralph’s initial motives are selfish. The other characters in the game Wreck-it Ralph don’t believe he can ever get a medal because he’ll never be any more than a bad guy. When he gets a medal (by basically cheating rather than earning it), he figures he’ll come back to the admiration of the other game characters.

Execution of Motives

While Ralph’s initial motives for helping Vanellope are selfish, (he wants his hero’s medal back and helping Vanellope win a race will do it) he nonetheless does some kind, altruistic (arguably heroic) things to help Vanellope even before he gets his medal back.

When the other Sugar Rush characters harass Vanellope and tear apart her homemade cart, Ralph (who doesn’t even like her, at this point) charges down and scares the other racers off. He’ll get the medal back if Vanellope wins a race, but Vanellope doesn’t have a car or some place to practice. So he uses his super-strength to break into a car-making minigame facility and help Vanellope make a car, and also creates a racetrack for her to practice on.

Later, he unexpectedly gets his medal back before Vanellope races. the film’s antagonist also tricks him into believing that if Vanellope does win a race, Sugar Rush’s plug will be pulled, causing everyone to flee the game and become homeless game characters. Yet, Vanellope, as a glitch, cannot escape her game: she’ll die.

Ralph thus wrecks Vanellope’s cart so she can’t race, avoiding the outcome that will result in her death. (The scene is emotionally devastating; the author still always fast-forwards through that scene.) Later on, he breaks into prison to rescue Felix, the hero of the game Wreck-it Ralph, for Felix’s magic hammer can fix anything and thus can reassemble the remains of Vanellope’s car.

Speech Interpretation

At the film’s climax, Ralph learns a mindless killer robot (a Cy-Bug) he accidentally brought in from another game survived the crash of the escape pod that brought him to Sugar Rush. Not only that, but it multiplied into a massive army, in a game where there are no built-in controls to its spread. Vanellope, as a glitch character, cannot escape Sugar Rush. The film’s villain holds Ralph high in the air, trying to get him to watch Vanellope die. That’s when Ralph realizes he’s above a mountain of Mentos and lava-like diet cola. He escapes the villain’s clutches, intending to punch the entire layer of Mentos in the mountain into the boiling diet cola: the eruption would draw the Cy-Bugs in like moths to a flame and destroy them.

When Ralph is falling to his (presumed) death, it’s likely he believes he’s brought a lot of suffering onto Vanellope, such as bringing a Cy-Bug in (accidentally) and breaking her cart to start with. It’s likely he believes his sacrifice is the only way to save her.

Therefore, Ralph’s interpretation of the Bad Guy Affirmation would be: “I’ve messed up, and I’m doomed to be a villain. I accept that. At least Vanellope cares about me [he looks at his candy medal during this line], and this is the only thing I can do to save her.”

Handplates Context

Gaster: “It does not matter if they [the test subjects] can understand. It does not matter what they look like, or if they can think, or what they feel.” Gaster: “To even consider...[abandoning the experiment and raising the test subjects more-or-less normally]...such selfish sentimentality gets people killed. There is only one choice.”

History

In the Undertale fan comic Handplates (by Zarla-s), monsters were sealed underground with a magical barrier after losing a war millennia ago. When his son was killed by humans, Asgore, king of the monsters, declared war on humanity. He declared that any humans who fell into monsters’ underground realm would be killed, and their souls used to break the magical barrier keeping them all underground. However, Asgore is a kind pushover of a king, who once adopted human child himself. Going through with his declaration causes him a lot of emotional suffering. To ease his pain, the royal scientist W.D. Gaster tries to find some way to break or bypass the barrier without having the king kill any humans.

To this end, he cut out disks of bone from his hands to grow into “living tools” for his experiments. Yet, they unexpectedly became sentient monster children, causing some ethical problems.

W.D. Gaster, in some ways, is the opposite of Ralph. Though his whole family (and all other skeletons) were killed off in the war, he was de facto adopted by King Asgore and Queen Toriel, who loved him very much. He grew up to be a scientist, and helped the whole Underground with his inventions. Indeed, he gained the singularly esteemed position of royal scientist, with immense resources for whatever project he needed.

However, like Ralph, W.D. Gaster has very few friends. While he’s been alive for thousands of years (Ralph’s been alive for 30), he seems close to only three people: Alphys, Asgore, and Toriel. (and for most of the comic, he believes Toriel is dead)

Motives

W.D. Gaster’s bad-guy status was internally-imposed. Nobody is making him do cruel things. In fact, nobody other than himself and his test subjects even know he’s doing cruel things. He believes he is the only person who can do what he thinks must be done, for the greater good, so his motives are initially altruistic. While his devotion to Asgore and willingness to suffer for monsterkind’s sake is admirable, the way he goes about it is definitely a bad guy thing.

In contrast to Ralph, W.D. Gaster’s initial motives weren’t selfish. He wanted to free all monsters from their underground realm and soothe Asgore’s suffering however he could. Nobody considered him a “bad guy”: he was already admired and had people who cared about him.

Execution of Motives

After a brief period of a more-or-less happy childhood/toddler-hood (Gaster was emotionally unavailable, but not hostile), Gaster believed his “objectivity” was “at risk of being compromised”. He drilled in metal plates into the test subjects’ hands, starting a long chain of very painful experiments. Sometimes, he would perform these experiments not to serve his greater, ostensibly noble goal, but for no other reason than his own curiosity. (e.g., breaking one of Papyrus’s bones to see how long it would take to heal) Indeed, while he told himself he would do what he needed to do (including very painful experiments), sometimes his cruelty (e.g., not giving anesthesia) just isn’t pragmatic.

Speech Interpretation

Therefore, Gaster’s interpretation of the Bad Guy Affirmation would be: “I am, and am doomed to be, callous, unloving, and unworthy of love in turn, but that is good: it means I am able to do whatever is necessary to remove Asgore's need to kill again, and free monsterkind. My actions are unforgivable, but I have no choice to turn away from this course: in the end monsters will be freed, and I am willing to accept any punishment afterward for that goal. I do what I must, because I am the only one who can.”

Final Comparison and Results

(Ralph gets cake. Gaster not only does not get cake, but is erased from reality and forgotten by everyone.)

Both have an extended falling sequence into not-lava: lava-like boiling diet cola for Ralph, and magic “lava” (it’s unclear) in a power plant for Gaster. Both have someone who knows them well trying to save them during this sequence; for Ralph, it’s Vanellope, and for Gaster, it’s one of his test subjects, Papyrus (2-P).

Vanellope uses her glitch powers to glitch through the walls of the mountain on her cart, saving Ralph. (Incidentally, Ralph helped her with her glitch powers and cart driving.) Papyrus (called 2-P) tries to save Gaster from falling into the not-lava using gravity-altering blue magic. However, Gaster told him earlier that if he and his brother ever tried to use blue magic on him, they’d be severely punished, and Gaster proceeds to “demonstrate” by breaking quite a lot of Papyrus’s bones. This experience makes Papyrus hesitate, and so he’s too late to save Gaster.

Yet, despite sharing these similarities, their motives, character development, and actions are almost the opposite of each other. Ralph fell to begin with out of a heroic sacrifice to save Vanellope, while Gaster fell because one of his test subjects, Sans (1-S), who resented him for his cruelty, shoved him off a catwalk in the power plant. This, while the Bad Guy affirmation applies to both of them equally, one shows the descent of a “good guy” into villainy, and another shows the ascent of a “bad guy” into heroism.

#Undertale #Handplates #W.D. Gaster #Gaster #Wreck-it Ralph #Handplates Gaster #Zarla #Ralph (Wreck-it Ralph)

[vinku-iikku]

Original

This is a Handplates parody where Gaster doesn’t have the chance to hurt the brothers thanks to his self-congratulatory incompetence in staying on focus, but he does manage to steal, lie, and kill spiders which keeps earning him EXP.

Handplates belongs to @zarla-s.

Turns out I have a lot to say about this one, rest is under a cut.

Like last time I drew a fancomic this one starts with the joke that started it all, and then escalates from it. At the beginning there’s a few direct lines from this Handplates comic. Gaster’s not a child-care genius, what if he labelled something totally not inborn as inborn? And now that he’s not alone he starts his never-ending quest to feed his secret test-subjects. The main point of this was to prank the Finnish followers on my translation blog since on the previous year’s April Fools I pranked the non-Finnish followers. I’ve been planning this for a whole year and still ran out of time while drawing, but at least it was somewhat finished and posted on the correct day!

Why do they eat ’human food’ here? Monsters apparently eat snails, which are living things you can find outside, so other food straight from nature might be ok for some monsters, and for this joke’s sake skeletons like fruit. Makes sense to me that if they find anything edible in the trash they’d eat it since it’s basically free food, and someone like the king would probably have access to the best stuff.

And why does he kill spiders here? Muffet and her gang live in Hotland, so it might not be too far-fetched that Gaster would know of her if she was around back then, and spiders seem to have a network of information (they can even contact the spiders in the ruins), so meeting one in the lab is not ideal for someone with secrets. If you’ve ever tried to confine a spider in a room you’ll know they escape in record time, and it’s probably not even easy to capture them with giant holes in your hand, so killing it is!

The automatic door opens on Gaster at the end because he forgot to program any wait time for when the answers can be given. The questions were randomised, and this time he got three questions that all had ’A’ as the correct answer. This actually doesn’t work in English, a scream and the letter ’a’ by itself are pronounced differently.. Oh well.

Technically the safety rails should not be there yet, but I wanted him to fall in the end and wanted a challenge in doing so. He could have saved himself many times there, by concentrating on the more important tasks, or not out-sourcing too much of his work, or tying his shoes properly. I’m not sure how the brothers would get out of the lab in this scenario, so it’s a bit of a sad ending.

Stuff that probably needs explaining because they are or might be ’Finnish peculiarities’: -Alphys and Asgore are making Karelian pies in the office kitchen. The thing in Alphys’ hand is a special rolling pin used for the purpose. I bet the pies tasted great and had some extra fibre from goat hair.

-We have lots of fruits in the store that are imported, since they do not survive the weather here and greenhouse growing is not usually cost effective. Thanks to this some Finns can’t really tell when a fruit is ripe, especially new exotic ones. They arrive unripe and usually people buy the unripest ones they can find so they last for several days, which leads to some eating them raw. These days we have this program where stores donate the food that doesn’t sell any more to the food lines for people who are struggling financially and to other free food organisations. I watched a documentary about it and the food that wouldn’t sell any more, especially the bananas, were still in a very good condition.

-The dialect the brothers speak in the original is a Savo area one. I quite fancy that one, even if I can’t speak it. In this translation I chose British English ’slang’ for it, I hope I didn’t accidentally make them say anything weird.

#myart #handplates #sans #papyrus #gaster #very eager sales-spider #asgore #alphys #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[sisullasuohon]

Alkuperäinen ylempi ja alempi.

Tässä vielä vaihtoehtoinen käännös kummallekin. Katkon alla on kootut selitykset niille englanniksi.

Under the cut is a Finnish lullaby and some translator thoughts about translating a continuous story when it’s not finished yet.

It’s interesting that Papyrus asks where Sans came from in the first one, since one of the oldest Finnish lullaby still in use addresses a similar problem: Tuu, tuu, tupakkarulla, mistäs tiesit tänne tulla? Tulin pitkin Turun tietä Hämäläisten härkätietä Mistäs tunsit meidän portin? Näin teidän uuden portin haka alla, pyörä päällä karhuntalja portin päällä

Lullay, lullay, tobacco roll, (babies are wrapped up in their blankets kind of like tobacco is rolled into its sheet to make a cigarette [see Sans getting fed above]) how/from where did you know to come here? I came along the Turku road The oxen road of Häme people How did you know our gate? I saw your new gate a hook under, a wheel on top a bearskin on the gate

There are some very slight variations of the lyrics depending on who’s performing it, but above has the main points down. Here’s one variation, the song repeats like three times there since it’s quite short, and the bearskin is on top of the wheel.

Fun fact: I already finished one translation for the first one back in March, it’s the alternative translation here. I didn’t post it because its read-more part involved an element I was not happy with, and still aren’t, so now I just took it out completely. The second translation in that post is what the next part of this adorable AU would’ve been translated to if the previous one already existed as-is and couldn’t be changed any more, there’s also an English translation for it to show what has changed from the original (the one above here has pretty much the same joke as the original).

I can think of four ways these two could be translated side-by-side: 1) Above one, Sans’ babbling is changed to something that resembles ’veli’ but is still possibly babbling. 2) The alternative, Sans’ babbling is unedited (save for transcripting it to Finnish spelling), Papyrus’ lines accommodate to it and the joke in the second one changes. 3) Sans’ babbling stays the same, and Papyrus’ lines are what’s above, this would mean Papyrus isn’t listening to what Sans says at all. i.e. ’buabua’ -> ’DID YOU SAY ”VELI”?’ 4) Sans’ babbling changes only in the second one, Papyrus sticks to the original joke. Some of the continuity between these two is lost, and it’s slightly suggested Sans is actually saying ’brother’ there since he changes it between the scenes. Also this Sans has a bigger baby-talk vocabulary.

In case the baby-talk Sans says in the original does not resemble the word for brother in the language it’s translated to, the translator always has to change the lines of either brother, or lose part of their interaction. Most would probably consider what Papyrus says the part that shouldn’t get changed, but there could be a joke in there about Papyrus hearing what he wants to hear (in the original, Sans could be trying to say ’bottle’, ’butter’, ’battle’, or even ’papa’ instead of ’brother’, if he even is saying anything and not just babbling like the tiny baby he is). In the end, it’s up to the translator to decide which elements in the comic are more important and what can be lost. But...

If the first comic is translated without any knowledge of the second one, option 1 is not available for the translator.

For these two it’s maybe not that big of a deal if the continuity between them is not 100% up to the originals’ standards. With something like the Handplates series, elements that don’t seem important at first, but end up being common between comics, can lead to way bigger issues in the future. F.ex. there’s an English idiom of something ’costing an arm and a leg’, its Finnish equivalent is ’maksaa mansikoita’(lit. to cost strawberries, fresh strawberries off-season are not cheap here ok). Imagine if that phrase kept happening for several comics in text form. Translating it to strawberries works fine, until there’s a plot twist where someone actually loses a limb and it’s a direct call-back to all the times the idiom was used before. At that point there’s three options: just allow the translation to make no sense and/or lose the connection to the idiom (nah), edit some strawberries into the translation (NO), or re-translate everything relevant that has this idiom in text to something that works better with the recent development. The time I’ll spend fixing older translations is directly eating the time I would be making new translations instead. Though if there was a way to see what elements are going to show up later to prevent this kind of thing from happening I’d not use it, I don’t want to see spoilers.

TL;DR I’m feeling a little uneasy about being this close to where the current progress of Handplates is, since there’s a bigger possibility I’ll end up overlooking something important because I’m not able to look as far ahead as before (point in case, above translations). I don’t like editing translations after they’ve gone online without a really good reason, but inconsistency bothers me too. I think I’ll do some changing to the usual schedule for Handplates translations here so the pace slows down a bit. What it will be I don’t know yet, I’m way better at keeping up with an existing routine than coming up with a new and better one, heh.

#zarla-s #translated #finnish #suomeksi #undertale #papyrus #sans #general #readmore

[themalicealyce]

i gotta ask cuz this always has some cool results- but what, and/or who do you belive w.d. gaster is in undertale's story?

Oh god, are you ready for paragraphs?

First of all I want to preface this with the fact that I generally don’t like to have one set theory or deal too heavily with things that are as very vague as Gaster. Because when there is so little evidence to support any one theory you have to either keep a very open mind or limit the variable in your theories. I for the most part don’t want to deal too much with W.D. Gaster because we know next to nothing, even “his” sprite could not be him, or at least him in any form that properly represents who he is.

That being said and out of the way, here are some of my thoughts.

1: I don’t believe Gaster has a familial relationship with Sans and Papyrus. I understand that he might very well be a skeleton with the font naming system, but even if he was I personally don’t like the association that he was either a father or a brother. I am aware he is clearly linked to Sans with the Gasterblasters and such. I can’t ignore that there must be some sort of connection between at least Sans and Gaster and I prefer to link this as more of a mentor/working relationship centered in the Lab before Gaster went and got himself lost in the void or maybe even something darker along the lines of Handplates.

2: One very interesting theory I really like is that Gaster does not belong to any timeline we see play out in the game, but a completely different one with different people and variables but when he got torn across time and space he quite literally got torn across time and space with different imprints of his life showing up across the whole multi-world continuum. That he fucked something up so bad every timeline feels his absence or repercussions of his actions even if he never existed in them in the first place. This could also possibly mean that Sans and Papyrus, and to a lesser existent Gaster Followers, were never meant to be in this timeline either, like they were thrown through the void and spat out in Snowdin. It could explain why no one knew who they were when they just showed up one day, why Sans during his fight refers to a home he can’t go back to which he makes clear isn’t the surface, and why they both seem to have at least a vague idea about resets and timelines like they were both close enough to ground zero to be pulled through but not torn and that timeline is now deleted with only small pieces bleeding through. Even to the point that maybe this catastrophic event lead to being able to save and reset, giving souls more power underground.

As more towards his role in the story this would kind of make him a catalyst. That maybe he was trying to break the barrier in his world leading to inventions like the determination extractor and all of the research that came along with it. That he was trying to find a way to easily extract and harness souls, or some form of soul energy, or create lab made souls strong enough to fool the barrier whether they were completely manufactured or more sinisterly made using monster or human souls. I kind of believe he got obsessed with his work, if were going under the impression that the image of Gaster is really Gaster then he kind of looks like hes goopy with determination like he was infusing himself with it. This could also mean that he was doing similar test with Sans and maybe even with Papyrus, with different soul types in lower doses, this may be the reason Sans is so strong and his eye flashes cyan and yellow, but it could also be the reason his HP is so low that it was deteriorating his heath but also giving him strength kind of like how determination does. If Sans and Papyrus have either either been used to be tested on or did so voluntarily but not to the point of being destroyed by the power it could be the reason they still exist from that timeline in a really real way unlike Gaster or any of his “followers” they had the soul strength to survive the collapse of their timeline.

Whoa that’s a lot and it’s kind of just my own personal idea I like, but I hope this answered your question! Thanks so much for asking it.

[dragonasheswrites-blog]

Subject One Reports

Subject One was asleep in his cage after Lights Out when he was disturbed by a strange monster.  It isn’t Doctor or Brother.  He isn’t sure what it is, but it’s asking questions he doesn’t know how to answer.  Is Outside really so different?

A semi-realistic take on Handplates by Zarla.

Click here to read on Archive of Our Own, or read more below the cut.

This was very heavily inspired by Zarla’s “Handplates” comics.  As I was reading Handplates, I found it interesting that the skeleton brothers are so very well-adjusted.  Humans, at least, learn from those around us: without outside influences, people in a Handplates-style situation would take much more after their captor than the skelebros do.  There’s an interesting comic of Gaster teaching slang to Sans, but this was written before that was posted.

The brothers know there true names here, but that’s more because I wanted to make it easier to keep the boys separated.

I am well aware that there are tons of differences between this and Handplates proper.  It isn’t intended to be in any way canon to that universe, merely an alternative and a tribute.

“H-hello?”

Sans lifted his head off his brother’s shoulder.  That...didn’t sound like Doctor.  He carefully extracted himself from his brother’s hold and crept closer to the bars that lined the entrance of his cage.

There was a light at the end of the hallway, moving back and forth in a rhythmic scanning pattern.  It was strange; there wasn’t any light source in that location that Sans could remember.

“Hello?” the voice called again.  It sounded high, hesitant, like Papyrus’s when he asked awkward moral questions.

The light began moving, swaying back and forth as it came closer.  Sans watched the floating light curiously.  It wasn’t demanding anything, wasn’t causing him any pain, but something told him to hide. He shrugged off the impulse.  Where would he hide?  Even if there was someplace to hide in the cage (and experience told him there wasn’t), how would he hide a sleeping Papyrus as well?

The light stopped right in front of the bars to his cage.  “O-oh!  Hello!” the voice said.

Sans just stared.  He wasn’t sure what that word meant.  He’d heard Doctor say it sometimes when he spoke into the communication box, but he didn’t see any communication box near the light.  He couldn’t see anything besides the light at all, actually.  It was just a floating rectangle of bright white facing the cage.

“O-oh!  S-sorry.”  The rectangle was flipped down towards the ground.  In the ambient light, Sans made out the shape of a new monster standing behind the rectangle.  It was a little taller than he was, though shorter than Doctor.  It wasn’t skeleton-shaped, but thicker, like monsters in some of the picture books he had let them see when they were smaller.  The monster was Justice-colored and wearing a bone-colored coat, like Doctor usually wore.

“A-are you okay?” the voice asked.

Finally, a question he could answer.  “My status is satisfactory,” he said.

“U-um, what?”

Sans repeated himself, his browbone wrinkling in confusion.

“O-okay, that’s, um, a strange way to put it.”

“Why?”

“M-most people s-say something like, ‘I’m fine’ or ‘I’m hurt’ or something like that.”

“That seems inefficient.”

The strange monster blinked.  “Um, I...I guess?  Maybe?  So...who are you?”

“I am Sans the skeleton.”

“N-nice to meet you, S-Sans!  I’m A-Alphys.”

Sans wasn’t entirely sure what to do with this information.

“A-are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am not sure where your confusion lies?”

“You really d-don’t act like a-anyone else I’ve e-ever met.”

“That seems logical.  Doctor always says I am deficient.”

The Alphys made a face that looked disappointed to Sans.  He felt his soul sink.  The first monster from Outside he’d ever met, and he’d disappointed it.  He cleared his nonexistent throat.  “My brother is a great improvement over me, if you would prefer to speak with him instead?”

“O-oh, there’s another one?”

“Yes.  We are subjects one and two.  I am subject one, my brother is subject two.  Doctor made us as tools to assess the strength of the barrier, and ideally to break it in the near future.”

The monster’s eyes widened.  “Y-you’re gonna b-break the barrier?  Really?”

“If trials follow Doctor’s hypotheses, then yes.”

The Alphys looked down the hallway, nervous.  It shifted the rectangle of light so the hallway it came from was illuminated, but there was no movement.  After a moment, the Alphys’s attention returned to Sans.  “Who is, um, ‘d-doctor?’  Which doctor do you m-mean?”

He cocked his head to the side.  “I apologize for my deficiency, but I do not understand your question.  Doctor is…” words failed Sans. He tried to recall descriptive words, but it had been so long since he’d seen the books on colors and shapes that his memory was a little fuzzy.  He didn’t need to remember which color was ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ when there was much more important information Doctor gave him.  “Doctor is...long?  Up?”  He stretched his hands towards the ceiling, trying to convey meaning through gesture.

“Y-you mean, tall?  He’s tall?”

‘Tall’ sounded right to Sans.  “Likely.  He is also, um, brittle?  Not sturdy?”  He brought his hands together, palms facing each other.

“Thin, you mean?”

“Perhaps?”

“Skinny, maybe?  Is that the word you’re looking for?  Not fat?”

“I...am unfamiliar with those words.”

“O-oh.  Sorry.  Um...do you know wh-what kind of m-monster he is?”

“Naturally, he is a skeleton monster.  A real monster, not like Papyrus and I.  Oh, are you well?”

The Alphys had taken a step away from the bars and had a hand over its mouth.  Sans wasn’t sure what that was meant to accomplish, but when it started shaking its head a moment later he assumed the gesture denoted distress.  “Y-you mean Dr. G-Gaster.  Dr. Gaster m-made you.”

“I am unfamiliar with those words?”

“O-oh my, it m-makes so much sense.  Y-you even talk l-like him.”

He frowned.  Of course he spoke like Doctor; Doctor was the only real monster he’d ever come into contact with.

“A-and what d-do you mean, that you and P-Papyrus aren’t m-monsters?  Aren’t you a-alive?”

“We are alive.  We are tools, not monsters.”  Sans wasn’t sure why that comment caused tears to trickle down the sides of the monster’s face.  “Are you in pain?  I am unsure why you are crying.”

“O-oh, sorry, no.  I-I’m f-”

The lab lights came on in a single blinding wave, not the gradual process Sans was used to.  The Alphys hissed and covered its eyes.  Perhaps it was afraid of light?  Or did it know what the lights meant?

The tap-tap-tap of Doctor’s shoes came down the hallway moments later, much faster and heavier than Sans was used to.  There was a scrabble as the Alphys attempted to find some hiding place in the hallway, but Sans knew from previous escape attempts that it was no use.  One end of the hallway led to the main labs: the experiment rooms, isolation chambers, recovery rooms, and the door Doctor used to access Outside.  The other end terminated at a storage room.

There was no way out.

“What do we have here?”  a familiar voice asked.

Sans wasn’t sure whether Doctor was referring to Sans or the Alphys, so he remained silent.  He did stand at attention next to the bars, though, in case he was needed.

“Subject One, report.”

“The Alphys came down the hallway with a light,” Sans said.  “It inquired about my health, and I provided a status update.  It then requested an analysis of you.  I provided one as best as I could with my deficiency of language.”

“And what was your analysis, Subject One?”

“We concluded that you are tall and thin.  Or skinny.”

Doctor made that strange noise he made when he was pleased, so Sans relaxed a little.  He was unsure what had pleased Doctor, but sometimes the monster showed emotions he didn’t understand.  It was part of being a real monster, he’d been told over and over again.

Doctor looked back down the hallway.  “Little Alphys.  An intern in our mechanical department.  Aberner’s daughter, correct?”

“U-um, y-yes?”  Sans heard the Alphys’s voice echo a little, but couldn’t see it.

“Whatever are you doing all the way down here?”

“I-I was curious-”

“I am certain your father has warned you about such things around my lab.”

“W-well, yes, b-but-”

“And you elected to disregard him.  I see.  Subject One, wake Subject Two.  I have a valuable lesson for you both.”

Sans scrambled over to his brother.  Papyrus was half-awake already, his sleep disturbed by the light and sound, so getting him upright and presentable was an easy task.  Both held out their hands without a fight when Doctor opened the door.  The control cuffs were relatively new, implemented after Sans had tried to escape one time too many while Doctor’s back was turned, and he already hated them with a passion.

“Follow me,” Doctor said.

Sans did as he was ordered, but kept glancing at the strange monster.  Doctor had the Alphys caught in blue magic.  Escape was impossible.

He felt...disappointment?  Regret?  It was the same way he felt when he failed one of Doctor’s logic tests, like he should have been able to do something but his deficiencies were too great.  Had he failed some test from the Alphys?  He thought back over their conversation. Perhaps he should have been better at using his descriptive words?

Doctor led them to the examination room and closed the doors. “Stand against the wall and watch,” he ordered.  He held the Alphys down with some difficulty, despite the blue magic, but eventually wrenched both its arms and its legs to the table.  Sans hadn’t noticed before, but the Alphys had a tail; this Doctor had to tape down, as the examination table didn’t have a restraint for such an appendage. Another length of tape went over its mouth to silence its cries.

Finally, the Alphys was restrained and quiet.  “Watch carefully,” Doctor said.  “This is what happens when you fail to obey.”

Both watched.  Sans could feel Papyrus shifting in confusion, but didn’t dare say anything.  He’d explain what happened with the Alphys once they were returned to their cage.

The procedure Doctor used on the Alphys was not very scientifically sound.  There were far too many unmitigated risks, from what Sans could see.  Perhaps Sans’s deficiencies were preventing him from understanding the procedure, but it looked to him like Doctor merely intended to harm the Alphys instead of using it to better understand anything.

The Alphys began wailing pitifully halfway through the procedure, and Sans’s soul beat in sympathy.  Papyrus shuffled closer, apparently affected by the sound as well, and Sans carefully adjusted his hands in his control cuffs so that the back of his hand brushed against the back of his brother’s.  It was the most he dared.

“One point of health left,” Doctor said, finally.  “You have been a very bad little girl, Alphys.  The question now stands: should I let you go, or should I take care of you like the rat you are?”

The Alphys made muffled, distressed sounds.  Sans could only guess that it wanted to be released.  That’s what he would want, anyways.

“Oh?  You wish to contribute your body to science?  A noble endeavor, my dear, but I am afraid I have nothing to learn from you. You see, I performed as many experiments as I dared on monsters before creating my tools.  It is...frowned upon Outside to experiment on the living, you see.  The ignorant fools fail to understand my higher purpose.”  Doctor walked slowly around the table.  “In short, Alphys, you are useless.  Well?  Anything to say?”

The Alphys was crying again.

“Very well.”  A single bone appeared in Doctor’s hand, which he used to give the Alphys a single firm tap on the head.  Immediately it stiffened, sobbed once, then dissolved into a cloud of grey-white dust.

Doctor retrieved his communication box and pushed some buttons. After a moment, he spoke.  “Hello.  Yes.  Doctor Aberner, correct?  I regret to inform you that your daughter, Alphys, snuck into my private lab while I was away.  I found her playing with some very dangerous tools.  ...No.  I made my way back to the lab as soon as I was alerted of a foreign presence, but I fear my appearance must have startled her. I could retrieve nothing but dust...and her clothing, of course, if you wish it.

“Oh, naturally, I will return it to you.  My condolences to your family.  I only wish she had not gotten involved in such things.  Do you know how she could have come to be down here?  No, I understand. The investigation can wait, of course, until you have a chance to mourn.  I am certain the security team has tapes; there is no need to trouble you or your family unless some kind of foul play shows up.

“Very well.  No, I fear I am still in shock myself; I have not had the opportunity to collect it.  No, you may not come down here.  I am blocking off this lab until further notice; I would hate to have a repeat of this...tragedy.  Yes, you may meet me in the first floor lobby.  It may take me some time to collect myself, but I shall meet you there as soon as possible.”

He pushed another button on the communication box, then looked over the brothers.  “A real monster lost her life today because she was not obedient to the orders she was given.  Do not think for one moment that either of you are any better than she was.  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” they said in unison.

“Subject One, since you gave me a clear analysis of the situation, I will grant you a reward.  What is your request?”

Sans could feel his brother’s eyes on his face, making it hard to think.  He wasn’t used to this...choice.  It was confusing.  What was the right answer?  What was the wrong one?  What would happen if he failed this test?

“I request information on shapes and colors,” he said, finally, “So that I may be less deficient in those areas.”

Doctor’s eyes widened, and Sans sensed that he’d taken the monster by surprise.  It was a heady feeling, like he’d gained some kind of hold.  It only lasted a moment.  “I...well.  Very well.  I shall compile the information for you and will provide it to you in the near future.  I shall be busy over the next few days, however.  Both of you, come with me; I must give you food rations to last until I am next able to come down here.”

Both brothers were laden down: Papyrus with water bottles, Sans with food ration bars.  It was hard to hold onto so many of them with the control cuffs on, but they didn’t dare drop anything.

“You must ration them carefully.  If you eat and drink all your supplies in one day, you may die before I am able to return.  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” they replied.

“Very well.  Back to your cage, now.  I shall clean up this...mess.”

The brothers followed.  Doctor grabbed a few books - treats he usually reserved for the recovery room - from his desk as they passed, and placed them on the single table in the brothers’ cage, along with the magic-fuelled lantern he gave them when he disappeared for long periods of time.

“Do not destroy these,” he said.  “I shall return as soon as I am able.  Until then...well.  Do try not to kill each other.”

He left, footsteps tap-tap-tap-ing back down the hallway, and the lab went dark.

Sans sat, still and quiet, for a long moment.  He felt very conflicted about what had just happened.  It had been interesting to talk with a monster from Outside, and he regretted not using the opportunity to ask more questions.  On the other hand...the Alphys had apparently been disobeying someone.  Doctor said that the Alphys had been warned not to come down to the lab, which made sense; being in the lab usually meant being hurt.  Doctor was the only one who could move through the lab without pain, but that was because he was the one performing experiments.

The Alphys...didn’t perform experiments at all.  It had asked strange questions, using words Sans didn’t know or could barely remember.  Did all monsters in Outside talk like that?  It was hard to imagine such a place.

“BROTHER,” Papyrus said, finally.  “I AM HUNGRY.”

Sans made his way over to the table on memory, then felt around for the lamp.  A brief flare of magic ignited the lamp and allowed them to see their supplies.

“I think we should only eat our usual rations,” Sans said.  “We do not want to run out of food before Doctor comes back.”

“THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE!  I AM HUNGRY NOW!”

He looked over their rations, counting the food bars.  “We can each eat one now,” he concluded.  “We will eat one ration bar for the lights-on meal and the lights-off meal.  Two ration bars for each of us every day will last us...four days.  If Doctor does not return within three days, we will go down to one ration bar each day.  Is that acceptable?”

“WELL…”

“If you have a better ration plan, please present it.”

“NO, THAT IS ACCEPTABLE.”

Sans smiled and passed a ration bar to his brother.  They ate in silence, thinking.

“BROTHER, WHAT WAS THAT CREATURE?  WAS IT A MONSTER, OR ANOTHER TOOL?”

“It was a monster from Outside.  It called itself the Alphys.”

“THE ALPHYS?  I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF SUCH A THING.  WAS IT LIKE THE FLUFFY BUNNY?”

“I...am unsure?  It did not look like the Fluffy Bunny.”

“YOU ARE CORRECT.”  There was a pause as Papyrus disposed of their food ration wrappers.  “WHY DID YOU REQUEST INFORMATION ON SHAPES AND COLORS?”

“The Alphys spoke of those things like they were ordinary.  It appeared distressed that I was unable to find the right descriptive words.  I wish to correct that deficiency.”

“IN CASE WE CAN GO TO OUTSIDE SOMEDAY?”

Sans looked around.  He was pretty sure Doctor wasn’t listening, but he couldn’t be too careful.  “...Yes.  It is bad enough that I am the deficient tool; I do not want to be deficient in language.”

Papyrus hummed.  “WILL YOU LET ME SEE THE INFORMATION AS WELL?”

“Of course!  You will probably remember it better than I will.”

 “THIS IS TRUE.  NOW, CAN WE GO TO BED?”

“Yes.  Have good dreams, Papyrus.”

“HAVE GOOD DREAMS, SANS.”

The light went out.

#Dragonashes writes #Undertale #Oneshot #Sans #Papyrus #Gaster #Alphys #Major character death #Bad science #Not even proper Handplates #Bad Gaster

[drewxmay]

Contestshipping Masterpost - Part 17 - May We Harley Drew’d Ya!

AND NOW FOR THE STUPIDEST EPISODE TITLE OF THEM ALL...

May, We Harley Drew'd Ya!

wtf even is that title

I have actually rewatched this episode multipul times with my brother, and I have A LOT to say

(in the version I watched they cut out most of the theme song so the time I have here may not be the same as your's)

Link to the version I’m watching:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlLFJw7ojDw

1:20 Jessie is having fun

1:48 GUYS IT'S THE ESPEON FROM LAST GRAND FESIVAL!!!

Okay I love this show so much more now

2:50 Just like the last grand fesival May’s mom, If you have eough time to watch tv then you have enough time to go there.

3:04 this just looks and sounds wrong to me

3:10 Apom watches may and falls in love with contests, becomes ashes, follows ash, and becomes Dawn's pokemon. Wow.

4:06 this apom scene is going on way too long.

4:15 What Mr.Flirt thinks:

Omg apon took her hat she must be dying!

What Joy thinks:

Omg I think I'm dying

4:24 DREEEEWWWWW end this apom scene please it's been going on for too long.

4:37 HI SOLIDAD (also I find it really funny that you have a Slowbro)

5:00 Drew is mad at Ash becuase the apom might’ve stole May’s bandana

5:09 May: I met you’re just as nervous as I am!

Drew: Sorry May, but I dont (flips hair) do that.

and then Solidad says that he used to. perfection.

5:14  Hey look I did remember! Also We only get to hear of younger drew in this episode not see him. That is actually pretty sad

5:16 :Brock starts flirting with Solidad and they both remember eachother a long time ago:

If Brock and Solidad married, well actualy lets think about this. Brock is basically like an adopted father to everyody he travels with, and solidad is either an adopted sister or mom to Drew... So that would Make may and Drew siblings? Or that would Make Drew May’s uncle? wtf

5:40 lololololol Brock you will loose

5:45 told you

5:55 too good for Brock. Instead give him a fronteir brain named Lucy

6:00 It's been so long that Drew was able to go through an entire other region.

6:10 :facepalms: and then people started shipping them. phelodelphic.

6:35 Solidad : I’ve heard so much about you May!

GEE I WONDER WHY

6:47 "I’ve heard so much about you from Drew” Gee I wonder what he talks about.

7:03 Let's "hear" more about this younger Drew you speak of Solidad.

Also before we continue,  a lot of people think that Drew is older than May, and one of those resons is becuase of Solidad. “So his first contest must have been so long ago”

Okay, let me explain why I think they are the same age and why this theory is wrong.

Back when we first met Drew, we see he still has much of the personality he has now, and that Solidad tells us that he was way different. Okay, let’s see how long ago the episode where May was introduced was...

A LONG TIME AGO.

This means that Drew mighte’ve developed during that long-ass span of time. Also, it took May a while to start entering contests, meaning that here was probably a longer time span where you could enter contests, and May just missed the begining. Another thing I hear is “Well why was Solidad not at that Grand Fesivel???”

Again, that was a long span of time, Solidad was not a character that was created yet, and Solidad was probably not as good of a trainer as she is now.

There is a lot more proof to the point I am making but you should be able to figure it out by now.

7:10 “Drew made it all the way over to the final round”

“What???”

so did you May... Don’t be shocked.

7:25 Solidad: After he lost I could see tears of sadness in his eyes.

:imagines crying Drew:

7:48 gee that glove the weird man is wearing looks familur

7:56 “So what do you two talk about?”

“Never about our preformances, ever. We talked about other coordinators that we have met though”

8:05 and Drew never stops talking about May right?

8:09 yup. I was right.

8:15 “See, I think becuase he has seen you get stronger as acoordinator he has developted feelings for you”

And even after Solidad LITERALLY tell May they Drew  has romantic feelings for her people still don't ship it???

Also if you have read my posts you would know how important the lines that proove my point are.

8:38 May: “Maybe you’re right, but I still know I’m not anywere near as good as Drew...”

BUT THAT'S WHAT DREW HAD BEEN TRYING TO HELP YOU WITH

9:00 why it it take so long for you to give it to her Max

9:12 so let me think... why would he have May's gloves on?

:skips to the plot

14:56 Drew be mad at the fact May was asking about his first contest. No here is a screenshot he is mad.

15:12 Drew confesses that he was very emotional when he was young. Also can we see that contest yet???

16:05 hmm. Wonder what he is going to do.

YEEESSSSS (also I think that we can comfirm that Harley is gay)

16:31 :Imagins Solidad saying this:

ol' buddy, chum, pal, amigo, friend, homeslise, breadslise, dawg, I don't mean to rude chum, buddy, pal, amigo, friend, but if you take one more step imma have to snap your neck harley

16:38 "I like Harley, he’s one of a kind"

16:40 "I really like him" wtf is their ship name

18:48 BWA AH AHA HAHAHAHHAHAHA

18:50 those are the faces of terror!

"You should be scared of me" -Handplates Gaster

18:54 CALL ME MAYLY!

18:56 aww I'm not dressing up as you! in fact, nobody is! This is just what I, Mayly, where!

19:06 HAHAHHAHAHAHHA IT'S LIKE HARLEY SENSED HIM OMG I KUAGHED SO AHRD LAST TIME I SAW THAT HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA

19:10 HarleyMayly: and that your gonna loose to!

Drew: hmp. Ya right.

Mayly: You definatly won't fight me seing that I'm your girlfriend!

Drew: ...

Mayly: awww speechless! k now give your girlfriend may a kiss!

(you can decide what happens next)

19:16 Solidad seems to like Harley. wtf

:skips the apom part/rest of the episode: That was great.

#contestshipping #May #pokemon may #may and drew #drew x may #drew #pokemon drew #may x drew #harley #pokemon harley #Harley ships it #solidad #pokemon solidad #trainer solidad #wtf is solidad and harley's ship name #becuase it is now the best crachship lol #sry rocketshipping

[tezzinator-blog]

Sans vs Pikacu panels 1-6, 7-11,

Since I gained a new graphics tablet for me birthday I've made a start on drawing again!  I asked my father what I should draw first... 

"Sans and Pikachu beating the "fun" out of each other!"

So here's a lil' practice comic to get warmed up!

Throughout this comic I've been inspired by quite a few different artist's variations of Sans [because I'm still learning to draw myself, so all these references are really helpful! thank you to all!] (most from google and I can't find the authors, or from expression sheets).  However, no tracing was done!  All of the panels are free-hand, using Paint tool SAI for the sketches and line-work with a Wacom Intuos Pro.  The gifs I used Photoshop CC. The fifth panel I referenced my Sans' smug expression from Zarla's style.  I really like the aesthetic of their Handplates comic; it's so tidy and follows the canon Sans 'look' really well.  I hope its ok that I've adopted a piece of your style! (And, unless otherwise specified, I don’t own any characters in my fanart. Undertale (c) Toby Fox Pokemon (c) Nintendo ? [sorry, I’m not big on pokemon, please correct me if I’m wrong :3]

My DA tezzinator.deviantart

#undertale #undertalefanart #undertalesans #sans the skeleton #pokemon #pikachu

[zarla-s]

some recent asks. there’s a bunch of older ones i meant to reply to, but i dunno if i’ll ever get to them at this rate...

Spoilers within! Probably.

No, we’re not even close, haha. I feel like I say that a lot... and I’ll draw UT stuff as long as I feel inspired to draw it.

I know what things must look like from a reader perspective, and that my own perspective on things is skewed because I can see the whole story and I know how it’ll end. We’re not done yet, and we haven’t seen the last of Gaster in one way or another... all I can ask is that you trust me and be patient.

I don’t withhold installments out of cruelty! I post them as soon as I finish them... they just take a long time to do, and sometimes I don’t have a lot of time...

I just sorta fell into Handplates, so I figure if it happens again, I’ll probably just fall into that project too.

Absolutely not. If I think about it too much I start freaking out, actually... so many people watching, so much pressure not to mess up or disappoint everyone... sometimes it can get overwhelming.

Sans’s window of opportunity was very small. If he’d tried to talk to Gaster, Gaster would’ve pinned him with blue magic and it’d be over. Then Gaster could’ve then used him as a hostage, OR as an excuse to punish Papyrus, which he’s done before, or any number of bad things could have happened to them both. If Gaster spotted him before he was close enough, he gets pinned and it’s over. Even if he’d tried to attack him with bullets, he already knows he only does one damage, and he’d just end up getting pinned down again. All Sans could hope for was moving quietly and quickly enough to get him before Gaster could react.

I get what you’re lookin for, but if I made a sixbones sideblog it wouldn’t get updated any more than my normal one... it’d just be dead until I crossposted from my normal one. And at that point it’s like... a sixbones tag does the same thing, right?

I never did figure out their names! Sometimes I try different ones with the ukagaka, but I can never find one that feels perfect...

Yes, that incident is connected to how both the brothers use their blue magic in the future.

It wasn’t a conscious choice on Papyrus’s part... it was an instinctual fear reaction. Like if you reached out towards a venemous snake and flinched back at the last second. He didn’t think about it, it just happened.

That was sort of meant as when he hit the magic lava, so his arm is above while the rest of his body is below for those seconds.

It feels like I get an ask like this about Fell or Swap like once a day. It’s not going to happen! I talk a bit more about my thoughts on those AUs here I think, and Underfell specifically here.

It’d be a pretty different story... I don’t really know how to answer asks along these lines, it’d be like an entire different complex timeline.

Maybe tried all the other buttons, haha.

I guess they’d primarily be confused, since they don’t really know her at that point.

I wouldn’t call it insanity, but he had regrets and second-thoughts constantly. Those moments where he wavered about mercy motivated some of his most senseless acts of cruelty, which in turn brought him to his end.

That was unintentional for the babies, I just wanted a neutral color and went to green. In general it was because a hospital I’d gone to at the time had their gowns in that color I’m pretty sure.

Gaster always runs out of cigarettes while he’s up there and he can never figure out why...

The tubes were how he accelerated their growth, yes. Unless he popped them back in there, they might be slow growing...

Can you kill someone who didn’t exist? Or did he even die at all? Deep questions.

BROUGHT IT ON YOURSELF he actually felt like safety rails both ruined the aesthetic of the Core and went against the spirit of true lethally dangerous puzzles (Papyrus talks about something similar when he complains about Asgore wanting safety rails on the deadly spikes... another thing they have in common). Not to mention Gaster felt like they were unnecessary in general since no one ever got hurt (to his knowledge)! He liked hanging out in that unfinished section so he could brood about how ugly the rails were making everything.

SUFFERING

I dunno if I have a favorite, exactly... there are certain bits of dialogue that often pop back into my head though. The bit about sound echoing off an empty void often comes back to me.

Yes, it was meant to match up with Entry 17. At the time I didn’t know about the other sprite that goes [redacted] in lowercase, but I’m sticking with uppercase.

In any variant where he has his normal head, he doesn’t get erased. He’s safe, so to speak.

Possibly? I hadn’t really thought about it too much. Could definitely be very dramatic.

There’ll be more detail about this soon-ish, but Gaster would have incredible difficulty learning to speak in another font, I think. It’s not worth it to him when he can just use sign language instead.

I’m sure you meant Asgore and not Gaster but this mental image is amazing

I can absolutely see him making Gaster feel terrible unintentionally, haha.

We see monsters take a billion damage constantly in the murder run - Toriel, Mettaton, Papyrus, Undyne, and they all stick around long enough to give you monologues before they die. That Sans stuck around long enough to say a few words and wander off before he poofed (and we hear him poof) doesn’t really prove anything.

FUNNY YOU SHOULD SAY THAT

I really doubt he’d have him executed, Asgore loves his problematic skeleson, even after he’s done such awful things. It’d probably be something more like ASL Tutorial where he puts him under house arrest and tries to understand what happened to make him do something like this.

I would, if Toriel hadn’t locked herself in the Ruins! That really makes it difficult to work her into things...

Ah thank you, I do appreciate stuff like this. Sometimes it feels like I keep screwing everything up...

I actually put a lot of hints and clues in tags or ask clusters! I wonder how many people catch them...

Probably! It’d make sense. But I figure smiles would be most common, what with the whole “skulls are always grinning” thing.

I really do love Papyrus, but I love him best when he’s with Sans really. When there’s only one brother around, I’m always wondering where the other one is...

#undertale #handplates #asks and answers #spoilers #sixbones #respectawoman.misc