Ask the Erased

The story of a boy who shouldn't be here. ((Semi-Selective Undertale ask/RP blog))

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((I’m sorry for being so inactive but I SWEAR TO FUCK IM NOT GONNA GO THAT EASILY LMAO I’ve been a lil busy with commissions/classes coming up but I WANT TO DO MORE WITH THIS BOY OK!!))

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Mir seems almost bewildered at first that Sans would even know Asriel, considering that he died long ago. Maybe Sans was simply much older than the monster thought. His confusion turned to an almost uncomfortable pleasure from the young monster, a genuine smile creeping over his face.

* Oh wow, you hate him too? I’m so glad, everyone seems to love him! Everyone calls the way he died a tragedy, but that’s probably just because he was the prince. They don’t know what kind of a fucked up person he really was.

* I feel bad for that human though…er, I guess I don’t really know what they were like either, so I shouldn’t judge…

His attention immediately shifts when he sniffs the air, hands clasping together in joy as he sees MORE FOOD being brought in. Thanking Halidom for the food, Mir grabs his own bowl and stares into it for a moment, seeming to recall some kind of memory. Maybe he should visit her after all this, it’s been a while.

As he drinks, he focuses back to Sans, urging him to continue with his story, almost excitedly. He seems more at ease, but the room feels uncomfortable for everyone else. It seems you’ve bonded over something you shouldn’t have.

Halidom raises a hand, finger extended as his jaw opens during Mir’s response to Sans. It closes abruptly as he winces. Oh boy. Well, he’ll run collateral after everything was said and done. Hopefully by then Mir would be too full to be too angry given he also couldn’t seem to walk at the moment. Sans shoots him a curious look before finishing his thoughts. * you and i probably dislike him for different reasons. or at least, i’d hope that was the case. no. * he died, but he ended up like you. maybe worse arguably. the royal scientist was doing an experiment to try and synthesize SOUL power. –break the barrier with what we already got. y’know?

* she started experimenting with DETERMINATION. the power that lets human SOULs persist after death.. and what would feasibly allow them to break the barrier as well. * somewhere during that, something went horribly right. one of the flowers she injected with Determination woke up. it was a being without a SOUL. without emotions. ..without limits. * …can you guess who’s dust was on that flower?

Mir’s brow furrowed, not seeming to understand what he was getting at. Determination? In a flower...?

* ...

* ...

* Oh.

* Ohhhhhh! So THAT’S why he looked like a flower!

Mir seemed relieved, a nagging question removed from his mind. He casually slurped over his soup, taking big chomps out of his slice of bread as well while he spoke.

* I was REALLY confused when I first saw him. He looked nothing like the King and Queen, and I wouldn’t exactly call him child-like, or kind.

* And after I was erased, I was back in the Underground before the barrier was broken. Everyone was unaware that Asriel was still alive, so the fact that you know even now is pretty cool! Although...knowing you I guess that’s not much of a surprise, huh?

* Oh and uh, not to be rude, but I’m pretty sure he had it easier than me, at least at the end. There’s a difference between being SOULLESS and being a HUSK.

* He was just a LEECH that ruined my life.

He seems genuinely happy to be talking about this, like he’s been itching to tell someone.

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The boy sniffles loudly, trying to get a better hold on his emotions. He’s actually kind of concerned that he made Sans feel bad after that reaction. His hands rise and grab the top of the couch backing, the rest of Mir sliding up and onto the couch proper, teary eyes staring up at the ceiling.

* …I’m very familiar with their first child Asriel. I desperately wish I could forget about him forever.

There’s a surprising amount of disdain once that name comes up. His face scrunches into a scowl, fists clenching tightly, almost shaking slightly with rage. But he lets it subside with a deep breath, trying not to get off topic.

* I didn’t know they had more than one though. Why are you bringing them up now?

Well, that was definitely interesting. With the man’s reaction it was hard to tell if he -should- spill the beans on Flowey or not. What connection would Mir possibly have to a creature like that though..? He couldn’t back out now. Not after promising himself he would be a bit more open and earnest.

* not a fan, huh? i’m not either. Maybe he would start with solidarity, then. After stating this he continues.

* the other kid isn’t too important to the story i’m gonna tell ya. but what happened after the end is. * the other child was a human. and they became mysteriously ill one day. before they died, they had a wish to see the flowers from their home on the surface. * the prince, asriel dreemurr absorbed their SOUL when they died and crossed the barrier. they were attacked by the humans who saw them carrying their adopted sibling’s corpse.

* the prince returned, having fulfilled their friend’s wish and died. their dust scattered upon the flowers within the king’s throne room. * but that tragedy did not end there.

It is at this point in Sans’ story that Papyrus comes out again bearing another tray. This time there are plates of food upon it, and a bowl in the center. It appears to be some sort of beef and vegetable stew with a thick brown base. There is a cut loaf of cafe style bread as well, arranged in the center. He sets this down on the side table before watching the other two silently. The taller brother looked a bit concerned at the tale being told.

Mir seems almost bewildered at first that Sans would even know Asriel, considering that he died long ago. Maybe Sans was simply much older than the monster thought. His confusion turned to an almost uncomfortable pleasure from the young monster, a genuine smile creeping over his face.

* Oh wow, you hate him too? I’m so glad, everyone seems to love him! Everyone calls the way he died a tragedy, but that’s probably just because he was the prince. They don’t know what kind of a fucked up person he really was.

* I feel bad for that human though...er, I guess I don’t really know what they were like either, so I shouldn’t judge...

His attention immediately shifts when he sniffs the air, hands clasping together in joy as he sees MORE FOOD being brought in. Thanking Halidom for the food, Mir grabs his own bowl and stares into it for a moment, seeming to recall some kind of memory. Maybe he should visit her after all this, it’s been a while.

As he drinks, he focuses back to Sans, urging him to continue with his story, almost excitedly. He seems more at ease, but the room feels uncomfortable for everyone else. It seems you’ve bonded over something you shouldn’t have.

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Hot Beats, Cold Reception

Loud squeals of metal were heard down the narrow walkways of Hotland, along with the terrified screams of a certain fluffy boy. Most monsters are familiar with the many puzzles along the main roads, and Mir was no stranger to them either. He did not realize however, how much more momentum you have off of those vents when you’re riding a wheelchair.

He would only realize much, much later that a wheelchair comes equipped with breaks.

Until then, his screams garnered the attention of many residents, as he sailed by on high speeds, trying his best not to swerve into the lava pits below. Eventually, one of his wheels buckles under the strain and skids to a stop, sending Mir flying face forward into one of the residential districts. His face slams against a metal door with a thump, now lying on the ground in exhaustion.

That’s one way to knock, I suppose.

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The internet could change next week, and not in a good way

You may have heard about the efforts in Europe to reform copyright law. The debate has been ongoing in the European Parliament for months. If approved next week, these new regulations would require us to automatically filter and block content that you upload without meaningful consideration of your right to free expression. 

We respect the copyrights and trademarks of others, and we take all reports seriously to ensure that your creative expression is protected. We make this clear in our Community Guidelines. There’s already a legal framework that works and is fair: Today we take down posts and media that contain allegedly infringing content when we receive a valid DMCA (Digital Millennium Copyright Act) takedown request. We also provide clear-cut ways for people to fight back if they believe their removed content was not a true violation. These instances are monitored and reported and live in our biannual transparency report. 

The suggestion to use automated filters for issues of copyright is short-sighted at best and harmful at worst. Automated filters are unable to determine whether a use should be considered “fair use” under the law and are unable to determine whether a use is authorized by a license agreement. They are unable to distinguish legitimate parody, satire, or even your own personal pictures that could be matched with similar photographs that have been protected by someone else. We don’t believe that technology should replace human judgment. Tumblr is and always has been a place for creative expression, and these new regulations would only make it harder for you to express yourself with the freedom and clarity you do so now. 

If you access Tumblr from Europe and want to act, you can find more information on saveyourinternet.eu. 

[arawynn]

Please reblog this as much as you reblogged the posts about Net Neutrality. 

If Article 13 is approved, European People might be basically banned from uploading any fan content. 

You won’t get new fanfics from people in Europe.

You won’t get new gifs from people in Europe.

You won’t get new fanart from people in Europe.

Because they’ll be automatically filtered and blocked!

We might leave Tumblr and other fandom pages.

And if we’re getting all our content blocked? 

You might lose some of your favourite followers/mutuals.

You might not get to read the rest of that fic you’re dying to read - simply because the writer lives in the wrong country.

So do whatever you can to help us stop this.

Reblog this.

CONTACT YOUR REPRESENTATIVES TO TELL THEM YOU DON’T WANT ARTICLE 13 TO BE APPROVED IF YOU’RE EUROPEAN! DO IT VIA THE HOMEPAGE

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:-( if this article passes we will have to say goodbye! I still had so many projects for this fandom… please do whatever you can to help us stop this…. save our internet!

https://www.change.org/p/european-parliament-stop-the-censorship-machinery-save-the-internet

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Alright guys, make this your adulting thing for today.

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guys let’s act!

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Mir stares up at the skeleton beside him, clearly off put by his words and doubly confirming that this was indeed the skeleton that chased him through the forest when they met for the first time.

* …It’s not like I haven’t thought about what you said. I mean, I still don’t really get it, what being an anomaly means. Later on it seemed like you were at least trying to “fix” me, but…

* You were the first person I met after my life ended. The first person to notice me in the forest. You were going to give me food and you started talking with me, and out of nowhere you got really scary and started chasing me. I was worried everyone was going to come after me like you did.

You can tell he’s trying his damnedest not to let his voice break or shake up. Not that it’s helping much.

* I want to stop being a baby about it, I want to move on. I want to say sorry and forgive you and maybe even be friends or something. But your eyes…

* I’m still afraid of you Sans.

He buries his face in his hands, doing his best to hide his tears, but it’s no use. He turns away from Sans, trying to clear himself up, choked sniffles and sobs making him hiccup occasionally. He’s said plenty of rude things to the skeleton before, but this feels more like an admission of guilt than an insult.

Even though he looks older, it seems he hasn’t changed all that much since you last saw him.

The other monster’s words seemed to resonate with the skeleton. Sans almost looks ashamed of himself for a brief moment. He can’t quite look at Mir directly when the tears started to come. This was his doing entirely, there was no other way to really view it. Sans idly scratches at his cheekbone with his right hand in a gesture of contemplation before starting to speak himself. He tries to sound assuring, or at the very least sympathetic. * ..the first huh? that really puts it into perspective. He pauses, momentarily before coming to some kind of conclusion. It was hard to put his thoughts into words lately. A lot of his explanations sounded like excuses. Maybe he could try more of the truth. * i’m afraid of you too, actually. the moment we met, i could see what you were missing.

* i.. know someone else like that. they don’t have a SOUL either. my mistake was assuming you would be anything like him. i didn’t even give you a chance. * ..have you ever heard the story of the king and queen’s children?

The boy sniffles loudly, trying to get a better hold on his emotions. He’s actually kind of concerned that he made Sans feel bad after that reaction. His hands rise and grab the top of the couch backing, the rest of Mir sliding up and onto the couch proper, teary eyes staring up at the ceiling.

* ...I’m very familiar with their first child Asriel. I desperately wish I could forget about him forever.

There’s a surprising amount of disdain once that name comes up. His face scrunches into a scowl, fists clenching tightly, almost shaking slightly with rage. But he lets it subside with a deep breath, trying not to get off topic.

* I didn’t know they had more than one though. Why are you bringing them up now?

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Forest Dwellers

A slow, rolling crunch of dirt and snow sounds out quietly through the forest. The paths around Snowdin are used fairly often, giving enough traction to use this stupid thing. The further away from civilization however, the more difficult it becomes to move on foot, let alone on a wheelchair. The amount of times Mir has had to use his hands to draw himself up and over thick roots and piles of snow is annoyingly high.

Eventually, he finds what he’s looking for. A small cottage within a tiny clearing, looking just as quiet and undisturbed as they day he first visited. Will it’s owner be mad at him for showing up uninvited?

…Er, I guess he’s already done that before. Maybe now that he’s set a precedent, it’s actually more polite to show up this way. Rolling up to the door, he gives a few quiet knocks, clearing his throat before speaking.

* Uh…Ms. Keno? May I come in? My hands are getting tired of rolling these wheels.

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Keno had been doing what she normally did on a weekday afternoon, remain in her small one roomed home and enjoy some TV. And by that of course it meant that she stared at the singed remains of her old TV, which despite the timelines she repeatedly caught on fire intentionally after the incident. Recently though she had been debating on if she perhaps wanted to just get a new television. It certainly was inconvenient to watch the terrible movies that Sans brought from the dump without a television. 

Sipping at a cup of tea she would silently debate the pros and cons of going out and getting a new TV when she heard a knock on the door, drawing her attention from the task at hand. Letting out an almost annoyed huff she’d debate now upon simply ignoring what was likely just that stupid jester paying another visit until a familiar voice drifted in from behind the door. 

Mir likely heard the sound of clattering movement before finally the door swung open, revealing a frazzled looking bakeneko. 

* Mir?! Where the hell have mew be- 

* Good GODS why are mew in a WHEELCHAIR?!

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 * OH. UH. M-My legs don’t work anymore...I mean, they aren’t broken or anything, I just can’t walk anymore...I MEAN, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to walk at some point but for now I just, uh, can’t?

Mir’s become somewhat frazzled after hearing the clattering beyond the door as loud footsteps approach, with an already reprimanding cat looking him over. He knew this would happen, but was hoping it wouldn’t be so immediate.

After initial observations, the cat would notice that even while sitting down, Mir looks much taller than before, looking like a young adult instead of the small child she new.

* Uhm, I hope I’m not intruding. You’re kind of one of the few people who remembers me, so I thought it’d be a good idea to visit...

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A phantump, the soul of a lost child.

Put a Pokemon in my muse’s askbox and they will either catch it or let it go; but they can only catch 6 total!

* Wait.

* Is this a-cat-ually the SOUL of a lost child?!?!?! 

* That is SO messed up. 

* No… Thank mew. I… Gods that’s so fucked up. 

2/6

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Mir can’t help but smile wide while his hands grab the edges of the table, eager to snatch up his free meal as soon as possible. Not only that, but this Halidom person seems much more accommodating and kind than his brother. A small giggle escapes his lips at that loud outburst, Mir seeming much more at ease than earlier.

* Thank you for the food- er, beverages!

With that out of the way, Mir focuses his attention solely on destroying the meal in front of him. He grabs the steaming mug closest to him and simply downs it in one go, seemingly unaffected by the heat. Or he’s so excited he doesn’t care. His free hand reaches to gingerly pick up a cookie and happily stuffs his face full, kicking his legs from how yummy it tastes!

Note to self, cookies are considered beverages.

* I had no idea you had someone like this living with you Sans! He’s so kind and nice and you’re uh…

* Uhm…

* I mean…you’re not the worst!

It sounds like he was genuinely trying to find something nice to say about you.

Sans nods at Mir’s attempt at being polite. He is trying to hide that it sort of troubled him, but after a moment he simply sighs. He sits down on the couch slightly above and to the side of Mir.

* it’s okay, kid. we both know i haven’t exactly treated you right the last couple of times we’ve run into each other. * i’ve got a lot of growing up to do before you can give me a sincere compliment i think. good news is i’m working on it.

And sure enough, there’s a stern sincerity to his words. Sans doesn’t appear to be acting like the same aloof skeleton that Mir had met before. There is a warmth now to those pinprick wisps in his eye sockets and expression. A tired one, to be sure. But genuine all the same. The smell of something particularly good is wafting from the kitchen now oddly enough. Something is sizzling upon a pan.

Mir stares up at the skeleton beside him, clearly off put by his words and doubly confirming that this was indeed the skeleton that chased him through the forest when they met for the first time.

* ...It’s not like I haven’t thought about what you said. I mean, I still don’t really get it, what being an anomaly means. Later on it seemed like you were at least trying to “fix” me, but...

* You were the first person I met after my life ended. The first person to notice me in the forest. You were going to give me food and you started talking with me, and out of nowhere you got really scary and started chasing me. I was worried everyone was going to come after me like you did.

You can tell he’s trying his damnedest not to let his voice break or shake up. Not that it’s helping much.

* I want to stop being a baby about it, I want to move on. I want to say sorry and forgive you and maybe even be friends or something. But your eyes...

* I’m still afraid of you Sans.

He buries his face in his hands, doing his best to hide his tears, but it’s no use. He turns away from Sans, trying to clear himself up, choked sniffles and sobs making him hiccup occasionally. He’s said plenty of rude things to the skeleton before, but this feels more like an admission of guilt than an insult.

Even though he looks older, it seems he hasn’t changed all that much since you last saw him.

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Forest Dwellers

A slow, rolling crunch of dirt and snow sounds out quietly through the forest. The paths around Snowdin are used fairly often, giving enough traction to use this stupid thing. The further away from civilization however, the more difficult it becomes to move on foot, let alone on a wheelchair. The amount of times Mir has had to use his hands to draw himself up and over thick roots and piles of snow is annoyingly high.

Eventually, he finds what he’s looking for. A small cottage within a tiny clearing, looking just as quiet and undisturbed as they day he first visited. Will it’s owner be mad at him for showing up uninvited?

...Er, I guess he’s already done that before. Maybe now that he’s set a precedent, it’s actually more polite to show up this way. Rolling up to the door, he gives a few quiet knocks, clearing his throat before speaking.

* Uh...Ms. Keno? May I come in? My hands are getting tired of rolling these wheels.

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Mir seems extremely uncomfortable on the floor, even with Sans’ “assistance”. For someone who spent most of their time running and jumping through the forest, not being able to use is unsettling to say the least. A few tests shows he’s able to move it, so it’s not broken…but anything more than trying to stand is a bit beyond him for now.

* I…think you might be right. I don’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve moved around, or done anything really. After I disaapeared it just got…really dark. And eventually I just…

The longer he goes on, the more shakey his voice gets, the more it seems like he’s on the verge of tears-

* …Is that food.

He can’t even see or smell it yet but he sees the tray and the steam and KNOWS there’s something edible on that shit.

Mir props himself up against the couch using the invisible tension from his hands, completely ignoring Sans at this point. Thank god those still work, he’s not completely useless it seems.

* Is that for me? …Also who are you???

Sans cannot help but brace for impact when Mir asked the fated question. Papyrus’ eye sockets narrow slightly as his jaw turns up in the left corner ever so slowly. An ever so dramatic tension has just entered the room as he remains quiet for a few moments. Sans attempts to speak. * uh bro i dunno if he’s ready f-

NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!

But it was too late. Papyrus had already crossed the event horizon. There was no coming back now. His free hand moves down to his side as he strikes a heroic pose.

I, AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS KNOWN AS HALIDOM! CHAMPION OF THE DOWNTRODDEN!(LIKE SANS) AND THIS!!-

THIS IS NOT FOOD. THIS IS TEA. I WILL GO MAKE YOU A MEAL NOW. ENJOY THE BEVERAGES HOWEVER!

At that, the taller of the skeleton brothers sets down the tray beside Mir and makes a beeline for the kitchen, cackling all the while. Sans simply watches them go, before chuckling lightly himself.

* wow, okay. you got the abridged edition of the introduction looks like. lucky you.

Along with the mugs of tea and teapot itself, there appeared to be an arrangement of cookies. So there was ‘food’, technically. Oh boy.

Mir can’t help but smile wide while his hands grab the edges of the table, eager to snatch up his free meal as soon as possible. Not only that, but this Halidom person seems much more accommodating and kind than his brother. A small giggle escapes his lips at that loud outburst, Mir seeming much more at ease than earlier.

* Thank you for the food- er, beverages!

With that out of the way, Mir focuses his attention solely on destroying the meal in front of him. He grabs the steaming mug closest to him and simply downs it in one go, seemingly unaffected by the heat. Or he’s so excited he doesn’t care. His free hand reaches to gingerly pick up a cookie and happily stuffs his face full, kicking his legs from how yummy it tastes!

Note to self, cookies are considered beverages.

* I had no idea you had someone like this living with you Sans! He’s so kind and nice and you’re uh...

* Uhm...

* I mean...you’re not the worst!

It sounds like he was genuinely trying to find something nice to say about you.

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((At some point I’m probably gonna redraw all of Mir’s icons. While it is easy to just keep using the same template, I feel like it’d be better if I draw them all individually.

FUCK KNOWS when I’d have the motivation for that tho, lmao))

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Would you like some candy anyway?

* ...

* Yes please.

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Wanna go trick or treating and get FREE CANDY?

* WAIT ARE YOU TELLING ME I MISSED AN OPPORTUNITY TO GET FREE CANDY?

* MY LIFE SUCKS!!!

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How could we forget about a good friend, Mir? You got us all super worried, glad to see you livin' and kickin'

* Th-That’s really sweet, thank you…

* Although I’m not really sure if you can call this living.

* And with the state my legs are in, I don’t think I’ll be doing much kicking either, hehe…

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* MIR’S ALIVE!??

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* Oh!! Miami, I haven’t heard you in so long! It’s so good to see you, I’m real sorry we didn’t get to hang out more. I...

* I’m really really happy you didn’t forget about me...

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Oh hey, we missed you. Good to see you're still alive... More or less

* Haha, uh, thanks?

* It feels…weird to see-, er, hear you all again.

* I’m glad I wasn’t completely forgotten!!