(shin meets 1954)
In which 2 creatures who share all-famliar pain, finally meet.
Step....
Step...
Step..
Step.
"Why?"
That's what I ask myself.
Or, atleast..
..
Yeah. that's what I want to ask.
I want to ask my body why it keeps moving.
I want to ask my legs why they keep walking.
I want to ask my arms why they keep twitching.
..
No.
I don't.
I don't want to ask them that, sorry.
..I just want to ask myself that.
I need to ask myself 'why?' after every movement;
Because if I don't..
T-then I'm afraid I'll stop.
..yet,
Isn't that what I wanted?
..
I'm so, so afraid.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
CRUNCH.
"Finally."
That's what I can say to myself now. Now that they're paying for their actions.
Good.
It's been much too long since humanity has faced this prejudice..
They needed a reminder.
A reminder of wh-
..huh?
what.
what did I jus...
..huh?
is..is that..something like me?
..
..no. I must be seeing things.
my eyes must have twisted to show things. this can't be happening.
..please. it can't.
there cannot be another being with my pain.
no one deserves it.
..but.
..but maybe. Just maybe, I can- dare i say..trust myself?
I dont have to hurt anymore. not with someone here with me. not with someone who shares my torture.
..torture.
that's all it is. they dont deserve that..
no one deserves this life.
fairly fun to write. not that much content.
I actually started this before mg x md (mechagodzilla x murder drones), but only finished it now since I was low on motivation.
I'll do a part 2 to make them actually interact at an unspecified date, I really only finished this so I could tie up loose ends and put all my attention on mg x md part 2.
anyway, hope u had a good read, see u guys in the next post.
yeah ok @the-selfinsert was completely right, horror lb is the way to go
ik this seems a bit unfair in a comparison of quality, but just out of your guys opinions and not based off of images..
..if I had to say the biggest understatement on Copper-9, It'd be how much the weather-
FRIGGIN' SUCKS!
I mean- sure, "We're temperature resistant robots, Uzi!" And!?- it's still AWFUL!
It doesn't help when you're searching for a creepy old facility in the middle of NOWHERE!
I- "Uhm..Uzi. Not to be rude or anything like that, becauseIwouldneverberudetomyfriends- but..you kind of-"
"What he means to say is that you walked into a tree face-first, idiot."
...
I can almost feel my circuits popping.
"How about you spend more time searching instead of treating me like such a prick!"
"Aw, is the mirror-cracker getting mad?"
"Argh- why yOU-"
"WOAH WOAH NOw- let's not fight, right? guys?..please?"
I swear if I didn't stop my boot from hitting the ground, she would be meeting her boss!
Sometimes..I think Uzi is a bit..unhinged.
Others- well..it's usually V.
I just- I don't get it.
Why do we have to fight all the time?
It's not like we have to.
And it's definitely not like they want to..atleast Uzi doesn't.
so..why?
..I hope that sigh doesn't get commented on.
Of all the drones I could of been stuck with, it had to be an emo and her lapdog.
...
I really hope this is worth it.
Because if not?
Well, let's just say;
N's gonna need a new rock friend.
..
Ugh, can't a girl sadistically grin without being stared at for it?
..weirdo.
Ugh, anyway- bunker. Gotta keep searching.
We've gotta be close. I just know it!
Where else would a secret underground bunker be BESIDES in the middle of a forest, anyway?
[pop]
huh?- Oh, bunker door.
..
Wait wh-
utter pain to write this chapter. genuinely.
I couldn't think of shit on how they'd find the bunker so I just made it a straight bs lucky find, not to mention the character interactions.
V was the biggest fuckin pain to write cuz I know jackshit about how she'd normally act mostly. (I know some stuff, but im not exactly a V fan.)
N was the easiest, his thoughts were kinda hard but he's fairly straightforward as a character, though maybe im just good at dissecting personalities.
Uzi was medium. Her speech and thoughts were fairly easy, but she acts calmer than I remember, so it was hard finding the right balance.
I know I mischaracterised her a bit, but im sure as hell not going back and redo'ing it. this singular part has took me a week to think and write about, (mostly thinking) nagging my mind every damn second.
second chapter should be alot easier since im fairly confident I can write the bunker exploration. I already have a general plot for the bunker and the art thumbnail which is likely gonna be rly hard to draw, but hopefully look worth it.
enough rambling in notes, otherwise this is gonna get longer than the actual part. see ya in the next post.
oh, one more thing-
yes, hopefully, I will write other titans' parts. I'm planning to write a shin crossover, though it'll be its own separate fic, if you guys so desire, I'll post a poll between an interconnected universe for parts or not.
UNDERTALE: Last Curbstomp
lb sketches because i haven’t drawn him in nearly a month wtf
wanted to write cuz I saw this weird as fuck fic about shin goji so I needed to write smth better out of spite, fic is under cut, if ur here for my art only u can skip this post
UFT: Unidentifiable titan
Supercharged protons disintegrated the side of mountain in which I clawed my way out of.
All systems operational.
Power at 100%.
Confirmed location: Hong Kong.
Large civilian life detected, maintain caution.
One titan detected.
Maintain civilian awareness while exterminating titan.
It hurt. (But it always does..doesn't it?)
Organs twisting to meet themselves twice over, skin welding inwards and outwards at the same time- the same sufferingly fast pace.
Oh god, it hurts. Please make it stop.
I don't want to survive. Not like this.
Please...
Another step- this time my foot reaches through sleek metal, then softness. Maybe another crushed family.
Please..
I trudge onwards.
Red bursts out of a large mountain across the human structures from me, seemingly never ending- even clouds part for it.
Have humans really begun using new forms of constructs that can do..this?
Nevertheless.
I must live.
I don't want to..
More red appears through the smoke, 2 glowing lights- then silver, a large metal thing has come out. Boring resemblance to..
This must be humans work, then. To make something..
Something like ME.
It will not kill me. I won't allow it.
I can't allow it.
...
It seems it's noticed my presence.
Unidentified titan.
Directive: Exterminate.
Hydraulics push forward, propulsion occurring within boosters posthaste. Optics have already deconstructed the UFT, extermination should be imminent.
Visible weaknesses:
• Weak upper body.
• Small eyes, possibly primitive peripheral vision.
• Cracked skin.
• unprotected head, focusing on jaw.
Advised battle strategy: Monopolise on UFT's flawed nature; dominate in CQC.
Extermination of the UFT would be imminent.
The same damn explosives as humans come from rising boxes on the metallic fakes shoulders, supersized.
I brace for impact as the familiar orange pain rockets towards my ches-
Missiles successfully hit weaknesses on the UFT. A gurgle-imitation of a roar emits, possibly pain induced.
• UFT can possibly feel pain.
• Vision neutralised.
• Mouth neutralised.
Transient strategy: Advance upon and attack while the target is wounded.
It hurts so much- so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so s-
What just happened.
Why can't I see. Or move my mouth?
Where's the pain in my chest?
I feel bile and blood slop out my jaw in nigh-chunks. The numerous tears and scorch marks don't help.
A vile imitation of a roar makes it's way from the mechanical abomination in front, it's coming towards me now.
..no.
I won't die like this.
Blackness replaces bile.
Heat replaces blood.
I will live.
The UFT began emitting pyroclastic flow from it's throat, an instantaneous scan of the substances molecular make-up confirmed that.
March onwards, heat could not and will not affect me. Not to any capacity.
Earlier data cross-referencing dictated a similarity to Gojira, atleast appearance wise. These scans have proven that similarity correct, even more so due to the nature of it's abilities.
Additional transient strategy: Disable throat entirely in case of possible atomic breath.
I continue forward. Drones deployed from beside my upper dorsal plates, opening fire on the UFT instantaneously.
The titan's throat was torn in too many places for respiration to occur, energy levels should decrease dramatically over a short time period.
1.3 seconds after impact occurred, the UFT recoiled and ceased production of all visible pyroclastic flow.
Additional transient strategy: Begin CQC while target cannot breathe ASAP.
Pain is scorching down my neck in droves, I can't feel air-
My defense has ceased. The blackness pours back down my muscles in desperation.
What I see from spots of my vision I've regained is glowering re-
The UFT's jaw is torn from the head, landing on an empty road. Boiling blood spews from the wound onto my left hand, swirling saws vaporising any flesh they contact as i dig deeper into the UFT's upper mouth. I should reach the brain within 2.4 seconds.
UFT's blood is dangerously hot, block blood leakage ASAP to protect civilian life and reduce collateral damage.
Additional transient strategy: Pierce brain to kill.
I can feel my jaw dissapearing- and then the sensation of my mouth being cut up like cattle.
Kill me..
NO.
I refuse. I MUST refuse. My tail- I need my tail.
Purple swirls through my muscles and slides it's way down the shaft. The tip of my tail heats up, searing fles- ignore the pain.
No- sto-
A beam fires from it, I need to hit that thing.
Detection of atomic breath-like energy flow within tail. Prevent usage immediately.
Finally, I can protect mys-
My tail scarfs into the UFT's, paralysation incurs.
Atomic energy flow prevented.
Extermination of the UFT would be imminent.
I would make sure of it.
Desperation.
Fear anger courses through me.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
I don't feel my tail.
I can't move my tail.
Why?
Why is nothing working?
I-
Remains of the UFT's brain matter dissipate on contact with me.
Titan demonstrated high-speed regeneration of it's eyes.
Highly suggested transient strategy: Remove all regenerative capability immediately.
Protons supercharge and begin movement within, centrifugal force is intensified along my maw as energy swells up. Electrical currents divert and dorsal plates generate pathways upwards-
Supercharged protons fire from within my mouth- forming a beam towards the UFT.
Impact.
Subsequent heterolytic cleavage occurs.
Ionisation wreathes pairs and induces sub-atomic chaos within the UFT's cells.
Disintegration is imminent.
...
...
...
Titan exterminated.
never fear the fall!
I dunno how to do shapes like the zone title cards so i had to manually copy and paste every triangle on a large red box
not to mention using selection layer (lifesaver)
be me
finds cool post
"oh cool"
checks blog
flashbanged with the might of pastel power
static performance
idea inspired heavily by @psionicpootis, give them a follow if u want
retrospect from the enigma
partially requested by @the-selfinsert , it doesn't exactly look eerie, though i have a staticless version that does, just ask for it in the comments of this and I'll edit this post to have it in aswell
saw this and wanted to redraw it
lb and gaster wishing you all a very merry, jolly, and forever holly, christmas (as do i)
*merry christmas, kiddos.
*INDEED. AND AS THEY SAY, “HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!”.
*heh, lookin’ forward to it. right, g?
*CORRECT. I SUPPOSE THAT MAKES TWO OF US, THEN.
*the more, the merrier.
*VERY FUNNY, SANS.
*merry christmas.
*MERRY CHRISTMAS.
reflection of no weakness
been wanting to draw infinite lately a shit ton he's so cool
“Target_acquired.”
“You filthy piece of scrap, I’LL SKEWER YOU!”
“Previous_sentence_detected. Searching_memory_banks..”
“…loathsome_copy_detected.”
always like imagining nicole playing sonic games
(excuse the shadow I drew him from memory)
grillbys
leather or fur seats
can’t tell when there’s a whoopee
always a trickster, that skeleton is
playing pranks, when joking’s for kids
maybe that skeleton knows it
says a lot about him, then
suppose everyone’s a kid in here
guess i’m just a grouch
so, why not enjoy the laughter?
bringing a smile to my face is his cliche
then i’ll laugh until it won’t matter
and maybe i’ll smile today
first time using smudge for shading (yes i use ibis)
“all according to plan!”
“excellent work as always, metal.”
“ready to wrap this up, sage?”
might redraw this with colour, fav scene in the episode for sure, followed by metal turning super
droplets
lightly acidic water
drooping off a roof tile
where will it go?
why is it so slow?
lightly acidic water
sliding down the pavement
irritation creeps through me
why am i the only one to see?
lightly acidic water
paints blues around my umbrella
i look and see yellow
maybe it’s just me
do i like to mope around?
maybe not, but it helps
or maybe i’m just skeptic
rain can only do so much, right?
lightly acidic water
drooping off my cheeks
i always saw yellow
now i see blue
lightly acidic water
sliding down my shirt
or maybe it’s staining
it’s not so slow anymore
lightly acidic water
maybe it was never that acidic
maybe it was just me
pain comes in droplets, after all
saw @yourloveaton posts about trickster sans and, being the unhealthily obsessed lb fan I am, turned him into lb. have fun
phase 1.5
*but he refused to give up.
anyway sorry for less posts lately, i’m working on smth rn though that should be actually good (it’s horror sans) this was actually kinda a filler post but i did want to draw this anyway so technically not
here’s my way of atonement for the previous post
have this absolute fucking train wreck of a drawing
i messed up the shading SEVERELY but couldn’t be bothered to reshade the entire thing so i salvaged it as best as i could
i promise on my life to do way better next post