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@galaxynightlight20
Hello, Astronauts!!! This is just the masterpost of what fandoms I'm into and... That's pretty much it :)
Fandoms:
• Undertale
• FNAF
• TMNT (2003, 2007, 2012, 2018, 2024)
• Ninjago
• LMK
• Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel
• Sonic
• Alan Becker
• Andromeda Six (Visual Novel Game)
• SMGA4
• Many more that I can't remember 😅
Finally, A Happy Ending (SMGA4 AU/GunShow?)
[This is when Meggy split bodies and ended up with Leggy coming out, but Meggy is still the same and completely lost Leggy who was looking for Puzzles that whole time.]
Well… Life just couldn’t be more perfect.
Puzzles' original scheme to frame WPNZ to earn Meggy’s trust, to be friends with her once again, has been long forgotten the moment he was reunited with his dear old friend, Leggy. The small, Goomba form of Meggy and the only true friend Puzzles has ever made.
Of all places to reunite with Leggy was when Puzzles nearly crashed into her on the road with two paths. The one on the left had a sign that read ‘THE BOARDER’, while the one on the right read ‘THE SHOWGROUNDS’. Where SMG4’s crew would be. Where Meggy would be.
Conflicted with the choices of either finally letting go and actually building a life with WPNZ and Toomp or continuing his plans and earning Meggy’s trust back, he was about to go right before noticing a small figure at the crossroads. Out of panic, he had to stomp on the brakes hard which may have sent Toomp flying at the back and WPNZ having to hold onto something from the sudden stop.
Puzzles went out of the car to confront the idiot for standing in the middle of the road before catching sight of the familiar orange hair on the short Goomba. The Goomba turned around to reveal that it was Leggy.
His dear Leggy.
Unable to hold both of their joy, they ran towards each other and embraced one another tightly. Overwhelmed with the fact that his daughter- Friend has returned once again in his arms.
And having Leggy in his arms was enough to convince him that he didn’t have to go through this plan of his. He has Leggy. He has Toomp. He has WPNZ. He has friends he never received when he was only a child. Friends.
And it was enough for him.
With the four of them, they took their rusty car to freedom and started a new beginning for them all. To finally let go of the past.
Hopping from city to city, robbing backs to the next, sleeping in countless motels. They could count the amount of times they had to break one another out of prison when one of them got caught.
Like, when WPNZ was too busy with shooting the banks up to realise he was surrounded by guards.
Or when Puzzles broke into a studio to demand that he should be in charge of their show because of how trash the scenes were.
Or Toomp biting every guard he has his sight on.
Or Leggy who was knocked out after eating all the ice-cream flavours that she broke into at night. They weren’t exactly great at laying low.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was for them. Their small family-group of criminals.
Yeah. Just a group of criminals that just so happened to live together at a house in the middle of nowhere where they decided to settle down for a while.
In one of their usual mornings, Puzzles was in the kitchen cooking breakfast while Toomp and Leggy were chasing one another in the living room, telling by the sounds of Leggy’s high-pitched laughs and Toomp’s playful barks.
Puzzles hummed to himself as he continued to cook for everyone, knowing exactly how they all liked it. Personally, he enjoyed having a bacon, tomato and spinach filled omelette with two stacks of pancakes on the side. WPNZ’s preferred his eggs Sunnyside-up, his bacon extra crispy with his own two stacks of pancakes drenched in maple syrup. Leggy preferred scrambled eggs with waffles. Toomp… pretty much just eats whatever Puzzle makes for him in the morning.
Once he set everyone's plates on the table, he called out to Leggy and Toomp. “Would you both be so kind as to wake WPNZ up? I am quite sure he does not prefer cold breakfast.” Seeing both their eager nods, he chuckled and simply watched as both Toomp and Leggy ran off to WPNZ’s room with no hesitation to knock his door down.
WPNZ was just sleeping peacefully before hearing his door being knocked down once again by the kids- Toomp and Leggy. Again. WPNZ will have to fix that later.
He groaned at their chaotic energy as they basically were bouncing on the walls. Always those two to wake him up. He always did find it cute how well those two got along.
“Alrigh’, I’m up.” He grumbled, managing to sit up from his bed by supporting himself by the elbows. “Y’all could’ve just set an alarm or something to wake me up.” He ran his hand over his face with a yawn before seeing both Toomp and Leggy jumping up and down on his bed.
“Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast!” Leggy exclaimed repeatedly with Toomp barking along, continuing to jump up and down on the edge of his bed. WPNZ rolled his eyes and finally got out of the bed.
“Yeah, yeah, I heard ya.” He scoffed as he watched them jump off his bed and ran back to the living room. He shook his head slightly before making his way to the kitchen in just his grey sweatpants.
He would put a shirt on due to the amount of times Puzzles had scolded him to put one on, but eh. He didn’t feel like it. Plus, it’s not like Puzzles has never seen him come out of the room without one.
He walked into the lively kitchen where he saw Leggy enjoying her waffles and scrambled eggs while Toomp literally just vacuumed his entire plate of food. Puzzles had just set both WPNZ and his own plate down on the table before catching sight of WPNZ, putting both hands on his hips.
“Do I have to start laying out your clothes on the bed?” He huffed, sitting down besides Leggy. “How many times do I have to remind you?”
“Many times.” WPNZ pointed out, taking his seat besides Toomp with a smirk. “And does it ever look like I’d ever listen, Boxhead?”
“Unfortuantly, you do not.” Puzzles just shook his head and grabbed his fork to start to eat along with everyone else. “Though, it’d be kind of you to listen to me for once.”
WPNZ shrugged his shoulders and held his smirk before he began eating with everyone else. “All we ever do is listen to your chatterbox.” He teased, throwing Puzzles a wink.
Puzzles felt his wires heating up before rolling his eyes and kept eating with his little…
… His little family.
Yeah.
Life just couldn’t be more perfect.
[Soooo... Am I late to the fandom? 😅 This idea has been in my head for awhile and finally got the power to write it. Hope you enjoy it!]
Four months ago…
Anybody STILL grieving? ✋
This is my very first voice dub video, I do hope you enjoy it. I am sorry if it's a bit bad or rushed. 🥲😅
[This comic belongs to @8thekat]
EDITED: Omg thank you so much for 43 likes!! 🥹🥹🥹
i'm not sorry
WHERE MY ANIMANIACS AT?
Punishment Day (ONESHOT/Seventh Soul)
[Context/Note: When SS!Sans gets caught helping Frisk, he gets taken to the King himself by his own brother while Frisk is held by Undyne. Please note that this is NOT canon and simply a oneshot based on 8TheKat’s comic/AU. Do check it out if you are confused and because it’s simply an amazing comic]
“... Every monster here is aware of the punishment for treason,” Echoed the mighty voice. “And for centuries, not one of our own has done such a thing... Until now.”
Despite how small the underground is, many monsters have arrived at New Home to observe the mere traitor who would do such a thing. To betray their own kind.
And Sans was right in the centre of the hall, holding every monster's attention. Held down by his own younger brother, Papyrus, and presented to King Asgore.
He knew the consequences. He knew how this would end. But he had to at least try. For Frisk. She deserved it better than anyone.
Clearly, everyone else didn’t feel the same. The room was eerily silent, but he knew only one word they were all thinking. Traitor.
“Commander Sans of the Magic division,” King Asgore spoke once more, eyes piercing right through his soul. His presence almost choked the air out of Sans. “According to your brother, not only have you been aiding this human, but been communicating with them for years.”
That definitely caused gasps and outroars from the monsters. Sans figured as much. It was Papyrus’s job, and he didn’t hate him for that. He knew this was his brother’s dream, ever since he was just a little bone. He’d be crushed himself if his brother was beside him at this moment. That’s why he decided not to teleport away to make it easier for his brother instead of running around the whole underground again.
King Asgore then gestured to Undyne to step forward with Frisk, who was holding her with such a tight, painful grip. Undyne followed with no complaints, lifting Frisk up slightly as if to showcase her. Frisk struggled against her grip, but was powerless underneath her strength.
“This is the human Commander Sans has chosen over his own kind.” King Asgore's voice held command and power. “Even a mere human can alter the strongest monster's mind.”
Sans held his tongue. He wanted to deny that. Wanted to voice his reason behind his actions. Beg to make them understand that Frisk wasn’t the terrifying human that everyone else thinks she is. But he knew it wouldn’t matter even if he did.
He managed to take a quick glance at Frisk. She was shaken. Terrified. But even more, he could see the shame and guilt that weighed heavily on her expressions. Knowing her, she'll probably be blaming herself for all that had happened. He hated seeing her be so harsh on herself. He wished he could comfort her at this very moment.
“Sans the Skeleton,” Sans attention went back to King Asgore, throat tight. “You are stripped of your title and for the punishment of your treason, you are sentenced to death.”
“N-No! Stop!” Hearing his best friend’s voice wasn’t making this any easier. “It’s not his fault! P-Please-!” Frisk pleaded, only to be harshly silenced by Undyne.
He felt Papyrus’s grip tightened slightly, knowing this was breaking his heart. Papyrus’s hand soon let go of Sans to summon out his sword, raising it high with trembling hands. All Sans could do was close his eyes and accept his fate, wishing he could block out Frisk’s cries-
Suddenly, the ground shook. Sans eyes opened wide when he felt it, frowning deeply. Every monster was just as confused. Papyrus’s arm froze in midair, caught off guard. Sans glanced at Frisk and Undyne who were just as equally confused and off guard.
Then-
STAB.
Sans looked up at the sound, seeing a sharp yet dripping tentacle pierce through King Asgore’s chest, blood starting to leak. Every monster's cries and gasps echoed through the hall. Not even Undyne could move.
All eyes watched as King Asgore’s body began to dissolve in dust and blood, leaving a pile of his ashes on the ground. His crown dropped on top of it.
“... Forgive my intrusion,” A deep and smooth yet distorted voice entered. “But I thought I’d let myself in.”
Sans eyes widened at the sight of the intruder that stood behind King Asgore’s ashes. He seemed like a skeleton just like him and Papyrus, but he was covered in some kind of ink, dripping and pouring yet still at the same time. Most of the ink seemed to have covered his left eye, leaving his right dark teal glowing eye visible. Tentacles that seemed to have been made by his own body from his back retracted to himself, simply waving off King Asgore’s dust and blood off the tip of it.
“I do hope we are not interrupting,” His voice was gentle, calm and almost formal. But something sent an unpleasant chill down Sans' spine. “But you have something that I need.”
While everyone else was focused on the intruder and was currently confused about his appearance, Sans was focused on his word choice.
We?
Suddenly, the ground shook again, and this time, two dark portals seemed to have ripped open out of thin air, causing the monsters to panic and scatter. Unfortunately, some didn’t get far. Three more skeletons appeared, and they were all downright wrong.
One was already ruthlessly killing monsters with a simple knife, his sharp smile that seemed almost permanent. Only one eye showed a red pupil. He wore a cheerful expression that didn’t feel right. Another was covered in a hood, expression hard to make out and back slightly hunched. Sharp bones came straight out of the ground and pierced many royal guards in the chest. The last skeleton had a bloody hole in his skull, swinging his axe in an almost primal manner. Blood and dust began staining the corridor.
The skeleton with the sharp grin seemed to have noticed Sans and instantly lunged for him, his speed completely inhuman. Papyrus stands in front of Sans instinctively and blocks the skeleton’s attack, giving Sans the chance to stand on his own two feet. His eyes immediately focused on Frisk, who was abandoned on the ground by Undyne who was trying to fight one of the other skeletons. He wasted no time teleporting straight to Frisk, helping her back up.
“You okay?” He asked, quickly making sure she wasn’t injured. Once he was satisfied that she wasn’t, his attention was back on Frisk.
“Y-Yeah. I’m alright.” Frisk murmured, getting a relieved sigh from Sans. But that moment was short-lived. “Sans, look out!”
Sans barely managed to cut the tentacles that reached towards him, the sharp bones raised from the ground and used as a shield for both himself and Frisk. The tentacle that was cut off instantly dissolved.
“Found you.”
Sans was unlucky to be unprepared as a tentacle from behind wacked him right below the rips, sending him flying and collided straight to the wall. He groaned in pain from the impact and fell straight to the ground. He could just manage to lift himself slightly, a bit dazed from the impact.
“Let me go!”
Sans looked up from Frisk’s cries and his heart sank at the sight of the skeleton responsible for King Asgore’s death holding Frisk up with his tentacles, seemingly tightening around her.
“Frisk!” He wasted no time and got back to his feet, about to teleport until he managed to block one of the other skeleton’s attacks, using a large bone to block the skeleton’s axe. His eyes widened at the feral, almost primal, gaze of a skeleton with a cracked hole in his skull.
“Thank you,” Sans managed to glance towards the skeleton that held Frisk hostage, a calm smile and slightly narrowed eyes that was just unnerving to see. “For providing me exactly what I needed.”
Sans was confused. What does he need Frisk for? The tentacle skeleton then simply nodded his head and, instantly, the skeleton with the knife teleported straight to him while the one he was holding off got teleported away with the skeleton that had his hood on, stumbling forward slightly. He managed to get his footing right before seeing another portal ripped through thin air, all four entering it.
“Sans!” Frisk cried out, eyes filled with terror and fear. The one holding her in his tentacles seemed to take pleasure in her fear.
Sans teleported straight to her, trying to grab her. “Frisk!” His arm stretched out, using his magic to try to get hold of her soul. But it wasn’t enough.
One second. That’s all he had. And she was gone inside the patrol, which shut right behind them. Sans stumbled slightly, staring at the empty space where the portal once was.
What just happened? Who were they? And what could they have possibly wanted with Frisk?
1/???
[SS!Sans & SS!Frisk belongs to @8thekat]
[Nightmare!Sans belongs to Jokublog]
[Killer!Sans belongs to @rahafwabas]
[Horror!Sans belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios]
[Dust!Sans belongs to @ask-dusttale]
[Undertale belongs to Toby Fox]
{Sorry if this seemed rushed or mischaracterised any of the characters, this was much longer than I expected. I do however wish to continue this so I’ll probably break these down into parts if I don’t lose motivation. Please don’t hate :’D}
Life and Death
It's… Not easy.
Death isn't easy. It's a terrible experience.
What could be worse than death? Crow was probably the living, standing proof of being worse than death. For all the townsfolk knew, he was just their Dr. Gill who was mentored by their beloved deceased doctor, W.D. Gaster.
But oh, they don't even know an inch of the truth.
“... Come on!” Exclaimed a very concerned and scared young human woman. “You have to do something! Aren't you, like, the best doctor in this clinic or what!?”
What was currently happening was that the young human woman was standing right next to her own elderly father's deathbed and basically begging Crow to ensure he lives longer.
But Crow can feel he doesn't have long.
“I assure you,” He started with a steady tone, eyes nearly unnerving. “I am trying everything I can. But there's nothing I can do. He doesn't have much time left.”
Wondering why the human was basically begging him to save her father? Because of the townsfolk ‘Reaper’. The one who takes the souls of the dying weak. The one everyone feared. They feared the Reaper so badly, they came to Dr. Gill in hopes to save their dying loved ones from the hands of the Reaper.
If only they knew that they were handing them right to him on a silver platter.
“Well, try harder!” She scoffed, eyes brimming with tears. “I saw the-!”
“-The Reapers crow nearby and knew that Death was coming to get your father?” Crow finished her sentence dryly, clearly having heard this more than once. “I am well aware. However, once again, I have tried everything. But I'm afraid there's nothing I could do for your father.”
The human obviously seemed displeased and stormed off in hot tears. He watched her storm off and sighed heavily, eye sockets exhausted for just being awake. He's seen more desperate people this week than before. He doesn't blame them. With ‘Death’ at their doorstep. But he can't change a thing about it, even if he wanted to.
He then felt sharp claws into his soul, hissing in pain.
“FEED.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” He murmured under his breath, glancing both ways to ensure no one was around before entering the patients room and closed the door behind him.
In front of him was indeed an elderly man connected to life support, taking heavy gasps and was indeed on his deathbed. Thankfully, he was asleep.
Crow checked one last time before taking in a breath, taking one of his gloves off. His hand then reached out above the man's chest out of instinct. He's done this so many times, it's almost a part of him at this point.
Soon, black liquid tendrils crawled over his boney fingertips, reaching for the human soul. Why? Why commit an act that’s beyond redemption itself? Because he was the ‘Reaper’. He had no choice. It was either life or death. Even if he didn’t want this, he wanted to live. So he has to get this over with before anyone shows-
“Dr. Gill?”
Crap.
Crow was quick to revert the tendrils and ensured his hand was out of sight, turning his head towards the doorway. He clearly had forgotten to lock the door, which he mentally noted to himself to not slack off.
In the doorway was a bear monster around 3’4 in height wearing a navy dark shade of hotpink, wearing denim blue jeans and hazel brown heel boots. Gentle dark brown eyes were focused on Crow while holding a small handful of flowers. There was a round outline around the stomach of her sweater, but Crow was respectful not to judge.
“I’m sorry,” Crow began carefully, ignoring the annoying parasite screaming at him. “But I’m busy.”
The bear monster only chuckled softly, tilting her head. “No problems here. I’m just here to drop off the flowers for Mr. Hills.” The bear monster pointed at the sickly human. “He was a good friend of mine, so I came to leave these flowers for him. He liked tulips.” Crow stared at her for a moment before letting her do so, trying to find the glove he took off. The bear monster then approached the sickly human and left the flowers on his bedside, making sure they were taken with care. She hummed slightly to herself and stood back up again, turning her attention towards Crow.
“Also, I’d like to apologise on my brother's behalf,” She pointed out, expression turned sheepish. “He has… A temper, but he means well.” Crow stared at her for a moment, which gave the bear monster her answer that made her tilt her head again. “You don’t remember?”
“I’ve dealt with many temperamental patients.” He pointed out, which earned a chuckle from her. He raised an eyebrow. The bear monster shook her head, smiling widely. “He’s not a patient. He’s a doctor, like you.”
A bear doctor? Who-
Then it clicked.
“Dr. Woods.” He murmured, remembering the same bear monster who practically shamed him for just ‘letting these souls die’ without treatment. He continued to try and find the glove with his uncovered boney hands. “I wasn’t aware he had a sister.”
The bear monster shrugged her shoulders, smiling kindly. “No worries. I don't go to clinics or town often unless I need groceries,” She then gestured to the sickly human. “Or in this case, giving flowers to a friend.”
She then paused and scoffed at herself. “Where's my manners?” She then extended her hand out, smiling wide. “I'm Honey. Honey Woods.”
“IRONIC.”
Crow mentally shoved the Void's voice away and went to shake her hand. Which he soon realised too late that it was with his uncovered hand. The bear monster, now known as Honey, instantly shivered by how freezing cold his hands were.
“Wow, you're really cold.” She shivered, smile wavering and trembling.
“You're… warm.” Crow managed to reply, letting go of her hand and, finally, found his glove that somehow got on the floor. Honey only chuckled slightly.
“Guess they’re not wrong when everyone says you like it cold,” She pointed out with a kind and unjudgemental smile. “Like, really cold.”
Crow just nodded with a thin, slightly awkward smile. Not sure how to explain the fact that he won’t be able to warm-up anytime soon. Ever. He slides his glove back on while Honey stared at the elderly human with sympathy. Crow was used to that look.
“Its a painful experience, isn’t it?” Honey murmured, eyes locked onto the human. Crow stared.
“... Death is a painful experience.” Crow murmured, hidden self-hatred in his soul.
Because was he really doing the right thing? Or just being selfish to keep on living? He knew the logical response, but it didn't stop him from thinking it.
Honey, however, shook her head.
“Not death.” She pointed out, looking back at Crow. “Life.”
Crow stared at her for a moment, eyes slightly widened. “... What?” “It's funny,” Honey began, turning her eyes back to the elderly human. “Life can either give you the wings to fly or wrap you in chains to choke you down. But Death?”
She turned her eyes back to Crow with the same easy smile yet holding a bit of meaning to it. “It’s quick and painless. You could almost call it a blessing.”
Her words filled the silence. Crow never saw Death that way. It didn’t seem painless. How could she possibly view it as such? But… Thinking it that way… It sort of did make him feel less guilty about his ‘methods’. Honey must’ve realised she said a bit because she then let out a sheepish chuckle.
“Sorry. I tend to ramble on about nothing.” She then began to make her departure, approaching the exit. “Hope I didn’t take up most of your time.”
Crow didn’t say much in return and only nodded, letting her make her exit. Honey paused by the doorway before glancing over her shoulders, smiling wider.
“And, just know, that you’re doing a good thing here, Crow.”
Crow turned his head too late to see she was already gone, her spot empty near the doorway. He wasn’t sure if it meant she knew or not. But hearing those words from someone else… Thinking Death as not a punishment but a blessing… It felt… Nice…
“FEED!!!”
“Goddamn- I’m on it!”
#Crow belongs to @8thekat, Honey belongs to me#
(Sorry if this seems rushed)
TOTTMNT SEASON 2 SPOILER !!!!!!!!
BUT THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE I JUST HAD TO CLIP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I LOVE Scratch so much, he's totally their unofficial uncle who hates kids lol
Control (Undertale ONESHOT #1)
… Do you ever feel like you’re never under control? Like your body moves on its own while you simply just watch? Watch the same terrible thing happen to Snowdin over and over and over again…
… I wish I knew the answers.
I wish I could just end everything…
I’m sick of hurting people. I’m sick of it.
My eyes remained on the stupid flashing choice in front of me, deep in my mind. It’s red glowing, bold font teasing me. A simple word.
RESET.
Well, I’m done with it. I’m done killing those poor monsters for no damn reason. Over and over.
For what purpose!?
I raised my right hand in a tight fist, ready to shatter this sinful choice out of existence. Forever.
Suddenly-
My clenched fist froze in midair, not even a simple twitch was seen. I blinked twice in confusion and looked up to see what was holding me back. But no one was there.
I then tried to bring my fist down, but to no prevail.
I began putting more effort to bring it down, which still failed. I then tried using my free left hand to grab onto my right forearm and bring it down. Still, my fist didn’t move an inch.
I was attempting to use my free left hand when-
“YoU cErTaInLy An DeTeRmInEd LiTtLe HuMaN…”
I whipped my head around the endless dark void, trying to find the source of that distorted, disturbing tone of a voice.
“... BuT iT sUiTs ThAt SoUl Of YoUrS.”
I might not be able to see it, but I sure as hell knew it wasn’t human or any type of creature.
“W-Who are you? What do y-you want from me?”
It only chuckled, or what it seems like it? It sounded more like a grumble or growl? Maybe both?
“I aM cAlLeD mAnY tHiNgS… pArAsItE… aN eNtItY… hEh, MoSt UnIvErSe CoMpArEs Me To ThAt StUpD wInGdInG tOnGuE dOcToR…”
I grew confused and afraid of this unknown being. Suddenly, I was forced to turn around to face a human who seemed to be around my age. Or at least was.
Their skin sickenly pale, brown medium cut hair nearly covering his face, and their green-yellow striped sweater… Their neck cracked as they looked up, causing my stomach to twist as I was forced to stare into their eyeless sockets that was somehow streaming black tears down their cheek.
“... BuT fOr NoW, fRiSk… yOu MaY cAlL mE Chara."
🏱︎☹︎🗐︎✡︎🗏︎☼︎
(Got really bored and then this idea popped up, hope you guys like it!)
... When did we fall? (Seventh Soul!Geno AU/ONESHOT #2)
"... How many?" Sans murmured, voice rough and cold. Empty yet exhausted eye sockets bearing heavy bags. Hood over his skull that illuminated his glowing light blue and yellow left pupil, his right nowhere in sight.
The Last Corridor to the surface, passed the King's throne, was scattered and bruised by sharpen bones trapped in the walls, the tiled floors and the ceiling itself. Among the chaos, only two of them stood.
Sans the Skeleton, wearing the scarf of his beloved dusted brother...
... And Frisk the Human, carrying the very knife that ended his brother. And his whole town.
"How many times have we done this?" He raised an eyebrow, eyes focused on her. "15? 34? Or was it more?"
Frisk didn't respond. Her pale skin nicked and cut through by San's bones, but managed to dodge them. Barely. Blood soaked through her sweater, which she paid no mind to.
"... How did we end up like this?" San's whispered, eyes filled with exhaustion yet confusion. Confused how this all started. Confused how his only best friend, the only rock that held his sanity, stood before him with stained hands of his own brother and friends. "Frisk... This isn't you. I know it isn't."
He let his ability turn off, slowly approaching her with confusion, sadness, and desperation for answers.
"Please... Talk to me." He nearly pleaded, staring at her empty, deep red pupils. "If our friendship meant anything, anything, to you... Please... Let this cycle end..."
Frisk didn't reply. She just stared at him with emotionless, empty eyes... And stabbed directly in his rip without hesitation.
But San's didn't flinch away. He knew it was coming. He then embraced her tightly, blood soaking his cloak and body beginning to discard into dust.
"... Come back... To me..." His words echoed through the Last Corridor, crumbling into dust that caught into Frisk's sweater. Stained on her cheek. She showed no reaction. She shamelessly wiped the dust away of her former best friend, walking towards the exit to end the King once again.
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"... No!" Frisk screamed into the dark abyss, collapsing onto the dark floor of her mind as she witnessed the end of her best friend. Again. "Please! I c-can't do this anymore!" She cried, echoing the endless ocean.
"Please... I c-can't..." She sobbed, crawling herself into a ball as she had no control over herself. Her whole world just nothing but endless darkness. And the only light she can see was through her own eyes. How cruel fate can be.
She can't remember how this started. How she lost control of herself. And she can't seem to find the answers she wanted. Why was this happening? Why couldn't control herself anymore? And why, just why, does she have to witness the end of her mother, other monsters, and the ones she cared about again and again?
She knew one thing for sure...
This thing loved to see everyone suffer...
See her suffer...
Loved to toy with lives without remorse...
... And just loves to play games.
(Seventh Soul belongs to @8thekat)
Not sure if it's just me, but has anyone thought that Benny's ink could be the solution? And might reveal what the map actually says?
Oneshot #1: A Skeleton's Final Wish
(OC Belongs to @8thekat )
Ellipsis was known for her skills and experience as a formidable knight in the Royal Guard. Despite the lack of soul magic and speech, she was far more experienced in combat than most.
Yet monsters wondered why she never became the Royal Guard Combat Division Commander… An answer only she knew.
Ellipsis would be found in the hidden field of the Echo Flowers, smiling softly at their soft glow and interesting tales. A final place to rest before the inevitable would arrive.
“I am not surprised I would find you here, ❍︎⍓︎ ●︎□︎❖︎♏︎.”
She smiled widely and turned her head behind her to face the very Monster, who was the King's trustworthy friend and Royal scientist.
And her dear husband, Dr. W. D. Gaster.
“About time, lazybones,” She teased with a cheeky smile, using her hands to communicate. “I was starting to believe you have forgotten me.”
Gaster chuckled lowly, taking the last few steps towards his wife before sitting beside her. “You would accuse me of such a cruel act? I am wounded.” He hummed, letting his fingers linked with hers.
Ellipsis giggled and shrugged her shoulders, using her free hand to continue on communicating with him. “I am only jesting.” She paused as she scanned his expression, frowning slightly at the slight shadows under his eye sockets.
Gaster caught on with her unspoken question and was quick to assure her. “Do not fret about me, my dear,” He began. “I've just been helping Asgore with… Preparations.”
Ellipsis could tell how hard Gaster tries to be gentle with the topic, despite his rather stoic yet gentle expression. She sighed heavily and stared at the Echo Flowers in a somewhat dazed gaze.
She always wondered how it ended up like this. The peace she grew accustomed to. Trained to protect. All for nothing… Silence fell upon them both, simply to savour their time together before it was time.
Then out of the blue-
“I want to start a family.” Ellipsis declared through her hands, which caught Gaster a bit off guard yet slightly confused expression.
“You want to… What?” He repeated slowly, eyes focused on his wife. He was well aware of the fact she wanted a family for some time now, but hearing her declare it so boldly… He had to admit, it got him off guard.
Ellipsis maintained eye contact with Gaster and continued to move her hands with ease, thanks to Gaster's teachings. “I want to start a family.” She repeated again.
“Elli…” Gaster began softly, gripping her hand a bit firmly. “... As much as the idea sounds wonderful, and I would love the possibility for children, you know we can't.”
Ellipsis was aware. Skeleton monsters were rather very rare in monsterkind. And unlike others, Skeleton monsters can't produce any newborns. In fact, Gaster and Ellipsis were the only Skeleton monsters out of the whole monster population. But that didn't stop her.
She smiled slightly and leaned closer to him, using her free right hand to communicate with him. “But has that ever stopped you from ever trying?” She pointed out, tilting her head. “Plus, I'll just leave some of my DNA to you. I'm sure you can figure something out, Royal Scientist.”
Gaster stared at her for a moment or two before sighing softly, slowly growing a smile once more. Because even after all these years, she still manages to make him fall for her all over again. She always liked to challenge his intellect.
“... Storing DNA is certainly one method,” He began, raising an eyebrow. “But where has this come from?”
Ellipsis took a moment to think, staring at the Echo Flowers again before replying again with a much slower motion. “Just in case I… I won't come back…” Her gaze saddened but kept her head high.
Even though she knew that there was a possibility she wouldn't come back… She'd liked to think that Gaster wouldn't be alone after she passed. And to also keep her lineage alive.
Silence fell upon them once again before Gaster spoke again, resting his forehead against hers. “... What shall we name them?” He muttered, keeping his firm grip on her hand.
Ellipsis smiled gently and returned the grip. “... Sans and… Papyrus.” She signed softly to Gaster.
“What about possible girl names?” Gaster asked, raising an eyebrow.
But Ellipsis just chuckled. “I just have a feeling that we won't have one.”
(I'm so sorry if I mischaracterise Ellipsis or Gaster and if it seems rushed, but this idea was stuck in my head for a while, so I just wanted it out :') I hope you guys enjoy it still)
Just seen the new Conjuring at the cinemas - Not too bad
But I wouldn't watch it again since it took nearly THREE HOURS to finish.
Not really a huge fan of the Conjuring franchise but it wasn't too bad.
Someone, anyone......
PLEASE make this into a LMK video!!!
Who would take full custody of MK?
Pigsy
Tang
Wukong
Macaque
Nuwa
In my own opinion, they would have shared custody between the dads while Nuwa basically is a deadbeat mother (if anyone likes her, please do not hate me this is just a joke 🙏🏾)
Anyone remember this absolute banger in 2025?
