Making A Not At All Gory And Horroristic Elevator Hitch Drawing In Traditional (He's Not Even Close To

Okay, so- I have seen people getting bored/uninterested of/in the Undertale Fandom and dropping out- so- I’d like to know something...

Please reblog if you’re still into Undertale or it’s AUs or ship children!

Ignore if you’re not…

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this post came uo to me on my fyp again is this a sign

Sureeeeeeeee (I have never in my life had poutine but it looks good)

Y'know what fuck thar I'm bringing more veggies

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i shiver at the thought of being suddenly responsible for thousands of people-

we can all just be a little town where im the president and you are all my horror-stricken citizens :)

oon a chocolate rhubarb brownie recipe

Wunky dinner

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The "assassinated" guard - a Myth!au Kross fic

The vampires and nymphs were never enemies, but they aren't on the best terms neither. Common folks from the two kinds can only meet under a few circumstances, and it's illegal to interact with the other's soldiers, especially with the assassins. So what is Cross supposed to do when in the middle of their territory a vampire assassin runs into him with fatal injuries, followed by a huge pack of hyenas?

Myth!au belongs to me, the designs are currently under making

Tw.: Mention of blood, (infected) wound(s) and suicide

(Also sorry for grammar mistakes, this is my first writing and english is not my first language.)

Prologue

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Prologue - Nicu

He was running through the forest.

His mask broke into three pieces, his clothes were torn, and full of dirt, and the only weapon that was left for him was his small pocket knife.

He didn't know where his legs were taking him, but he was sure he left the vampire territory a long time ago. He was exhausted, his black tears ran faster than they usually did, and he weren't able to breath properly, but he had to run. Everytime he slowed down just a bit, he suddenly heard the panting of the hyenas closer and closer to himself.

He wasn't sure how long he has been running, but he knew that if something doesn't happen soon, the carnivores were to reach and kill him. He was running for a day now, and the injury on his right arm jut got worse since. It didn't bleed anymore, but the edges of the wound started to discolor, he was sure it was some kind of blood infection. And what made his situation even worse is the fact that he wasn't able to change his form at will at the point. He cursed himself for that, he was sure he could hide in the form of a little bat, and he wouldn't have to run anymore. Only if he could change his form for a minute, it would give him a chance to rest, and-

A hyena jumped on his back, and he almost fell to the ground. He didn't realize that the carnivores, sensing his fatigue, started to run faster. Or he slowed down while thinking? He wasn't sure. But one thing was clear: if he can't get the animal off of his back, he's doomed.

The hyena tried to bite his neck, and it gave him the perfect opportunity. He managed to lift his right arm, and poked into the carnivore's eye. It letted go of him, and fell down, screaming in pain. However, it's claws tore the dirty shirt off of his ribcage, and left a new, bleeding wound. He hissed up at the pain, but tried to ignore it.

The forest got darker as he ran, and his target looking soul shined up in front of his chest, like a torch. He was thinking about the opportunity to hide in the dark, but his soul made that impossible for him, and he was about to stop running, and just stab himself to death. He gave up on his mission a while ago, because it was obvious that the hyenas' pack leader won't be the one to attack him, if they reach him again. He wasn't even sure if the pack leader was there, chasing him, or just left it to the hunters of the pack.

He looked up from his thoughts again, and his eyes widened. He saw a spot of strong daylight in front of him. He knew he were saved if he were able to reach it. Hyenas hated sunlight, and maybe he was a vampire as well, the sunlight doesn't affected his real form, which he was in, since he didn't had skin as a skeleton.

He started to run towards the light with renewed strength and hope. The carnivores' growls became a bit quieter for a second, but they quickly catched up to the new pace.

He almost fell multiple times, because of the roots that started to get bigger as he got closer to the light.

Roots.

Roots on the surface.

He snorted up at the sudden realization, as he ran. Roots were most likely to be on the surface at the nymphs' territory, since they most old trees grew here. He came to the worst place he could, and he cursed his legs for that.

The light was only a few feet away from him. He ran even faster, when he saw a shadow from his right eye's corner. A hyena was about to jump on him from the side, and he knew he would fell down, if it reaches him, and there would be no chance to survive. Before the creature could have grabbed him, he jumped out of the forest to his freedom-

And he bumped into something. Or someone, he couldn't tell. The last thing he heard was a suprised gasp and the hyenas' growling, before everything went dark, and his last thought was that he wished he could have said goodbye to his only friend, Dust.

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First (here) - Next

(I know this is an artblog, but I wanted to post the prologue here. I'm planning on making a sideblog for Myth!au, where I will post the story as well. Sorry that the prologue is so short, I'll try to make most of the chapters over a 1000 words, this is around 600 word.)