Transcript: I Know It’s Because Of Skele-favoritism But Asking Anyway

The reason why i hate that there are so many animations and comics of chara being the one to fight sans is because, 1: chara didn't fight sans they just landed the last blow and 2: THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY FOUGHT SANS WAS FRISK??? WHY IS IT ALWAYS CHARA CONTROLLING THEM!!! GIVE FRISK SOME CREDIT HERE!! THEY WERE THE ONE THAT SANS WAS FIGHTING!! CHARA JUST CAME IN CLUTCH LAST SECOND!! FRISK WAS THE WHO TIRED HIM OUT!! LET FRISK KILL THE SKELETON!! LET MY CHILD BE EVIL TOO!!! LET THEM BOTH BE EVIL!! YOU ARE NOT ONLY INFLUENCING CHARA BUT FRISK TOO!! THEY ARE BOTH LEVELING UP BECAUSE OF YOUR VIOLENCE!! FRISK IS BEING AFFECTED BY IT TOO LET THEM BE EVIL!!!!

i keep thinking about how flowey had to construct the very concept of cruelty from the ground up.

not from watching anyone else, not by osmosis, but by cobbling it together himself in the garden where he woke up. alone.

this was a child who fell asleep to his mother's stories, who knew every inflection of his father's laugh. who spent endless golden afternoons with his sibling, both of them doubled over with giggles as they filmed their silly videos, messing up on purpose just to hear each other laugh. again. and again. and again.

so warm. so safe. where the gravest offense imaginable was maybe tracking mud on the carpet.

the worst fear, disappointing people who would love you anyway.

where could he even begin?

save. say these words that once meant comfort, but twist them just so. watch their eyes dim as something inside them breaks. load.

save. make a promise—you remember those, how snug they once made you feel—then shatter it. document exactly how hope crumbles. load.

save. try another combination. another betrayal. watch what splinters differently this time. load.

the world's loneliest science experiment.

look at the cruelty he creates, it's all so personal, specific. so devastatingly asriel.

watch how often he comes back to the idea of being replaced. of being forgotten. how he taunts you with the possibility that none of your relationships matter, that everyone will move on without you. that none of your choices mean anything in the end.

your fault. your responsibility.

if only he you hadn't made anyone love him you. If only he you hadn't loved them back.

of course he'd fixate on all that. how could he not? his mother, who used to speak his name like it was sacred, those tender words she reserved for him—for THEM—are now handed out indiscriminately, like candy to anyone who asks.

all he can do is take note: see how easily love transfers? see how simple it is to fade away?

so, he sneers. taunts you with the thought that it's all dust. you're just another passing face in the crowd. nothing lasts. nothing is worth the weight of caring. but even as he pushes that narrative, as his voice drips with contempt, he is still out there. in the ruins. checking on her.

observing from a distance, like maybe if he watches long enough, his past will solidify into something he can hold again.

flowey develops his cruelty like he's trying to solve an equation. if this word plus this action equals pain, then surely there must be some formula that yields not caring anymore.

if he'd just gotten it right. if he'd just kept everyone at a distance. if he could just be flowey. save. load. the answer has to be here somewhere.

but how do you quantify the sting of hearing her say "my child" to someone else? how do you account for the absence left in the places where joy once thrived? how do you document, in clinical terms, why you keep watching over people you swear don't matter anymore?

you don't devote yourself to perfecting devastation unless you remember, with searing clarity, what it felt like to be whole.

you don't give so much of yourself mastering the art of ridiculing attachment unless you're terrified of how much you still have left to give.

unless every attempt to prove love meaningless just confirms how much meaning it still has for you.

...point IS! flowey did an interesting job creating his own idea of a bully. it's all pathological. so crudely stemmed from his own sorrows and fears. he's created his own textbook definition of meanness...but then every chapter's just him screaming in a mirror.

It's so nice seeing how many people are open for rareships(from what I've seen so far)

Me and my homies love

Shijima x nene

Shijima x sakura

Tsukasa x mitsuba x kou

Tsukasa x kou

Tsukasa x mistuba

Natsuhiko x teru

Aoi x sakura

Aoi x shijima

Lemon x akane

Yokoo x satou

Hanako x donuts

Hey do you guys remember that time that I very very sanely drew chibis for 100 different undertale aus?

Because somebody reminded me of that recently and I figured sure why not, let’s bring that back for a bit.

I’m pretty sure you can’t find much on the bulk of these AUs. There are a lot of broken links, if you go back to the original posts. That said, there’s only one or two of these that I actually regret drawing… mostly though I think it captures a snapshot of what the fandom was like in 2016-2017.

Original Posts:

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da killas being freaks

Ya ever have a kidnapee and they freak you out so bad you need confirmation youre not insane?

(Night just got in a fight with dream, its fine dw!) This took so long,,, so long,,,,

haha you silly goof, he cant sign treaty papers because he can't read

✨ motivational chara ✨

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Hurt our feelings

I will never recover from the last chapter I'll have you know

Can someone write a good crack tbhk chatfic or do I have to do everything myself around here