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Alarm bells ring in your head. It’s never good when someone wants souls. you feel panic starting to creep up on you, and viel trying to claw up your throat, but you push them down. You didn’t know what face you where making, your face didn’t emote well, but you were sure it was pinched up in pain. “….why. Do you. Need that?” you grit out. You supposed you sound mad, but the trembling in your jaw was sure not to go unnoticed. Your hand gripped the knife you had yet to set down.

You try to reason with yourself. Maybe this chara came from a timeline where the barrier was still closed. Maybe they just had a morbid sense of humor. That sounded like a joke, right? But your hand was still clench around the knife, and you continued to shake.

Wow, they sure fucked that up. Frisk’s whole body sings of tension, and Chara bristles, folding their arms and drawing themself up. “Not asking for yours,” they snap. “Unless you felt like handing it over. I think you have had enough of people trying to rip it out of you by now!

“I just need some. None of your business why. And I’d like to get them without killing anyone, but that just keeps looking harder and harder…”

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You release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. They weren’t gonna try to hurt you, and if you’re lucky not anyone else too. They asked if you had souls? Why would you? you would like to help but.. but the only place that might have any is…. you are never going back there. Besides, last you left they didn’t have any souls. You try not to think how likely it is that they would have one now. “…no. I do not. Sorry..” you worry about being impolite, and decide to stutter a offer for tea and chocolate brownies. All charas like that, right? You’d feel uncomfortable, leaving it like this after jumping to conclusions.

#frisk #chara #alpha.stories #causally starts looking up pickup lines for frisk to use

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ghostofbuttercups:

You debated being honest, maybe freak this chara out, but that would be mean. You never wanted to hurt anyone, yet it seems that even now that’s all you’re doing. You really were the worst. You shifted on your feet, pulling your sweater sleeves down from habitat, but also hiding the scars, and fidgeting. “I’m.. really sorry..” the drowning voice you have echos off of the walls slightly. Stiffly, you walked over to the wall and took out the knife implanted there, sighing. “What.. do you need?” You winced at your lack of tack and bluntness, but before you could dwell a thought crossed you. It was probably nothing, your chara went out alone too but… You were always taught to trust your instincts. “…Where’s your frisk?”

They bark a laugh. The sleeve-tugging doesn’t go unnoticed. But who are they to judge? They’re not one to pry, lest they get pried right back at.

“Good question. Who cares.

“What I need,” they carry on, dismissing that entirely, “is six human souls. Don’t suppose you have any spare? I would really appreciate it. Pay you back later.”

ghostofbuttercups

Alarm bells ring in your head. It’s never good when someone wants souls. you feel panic starting to creep up on you, and viel trying to claw up your throat, but you push them down. You didn’t know what face you where making, your face didn’t emote well, but you were sure it was pinched up in pain. “….why. Do you. Need that?” you grit out. You supposed you sound mad, but the trembling in your jaw was sure not to go unnoticed. Your hand gripped the knife you had yet to set down.

You try to reason with yourself. Maybe this chara came from a timeline where the barrier was still closed. Maybe they just had a morbid sense of humor. That sounded like a joke, right? But your hand was still clench around the knife, and you continued to shake.

#undertale frisk #frisk #alpha.stories #chara

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ghostofbuttercups:

You gasped. Before you was a shadowy being. You had just thrown a knife at someone. Normally you weren’t this reactive, but the timing of their appearance was when your guard was down, a unfamiliar presence in your own home, and your mind jumped to the worse what ifs, body reacting on instinct and with out your input. After a brief second of relief that it wasn’t them, you panicked for a different reason. “A-ah..s-sorry…” your voice stuttered, a mixture between stoic and anxious. You where guarded, you didn’t know who or what this being was. You were grateful you weren’t outside, who knows what would happen if people saw you talking to some spooky… ghost? Demon? Now that you look closer, they kinda looked like chara, They looked completely different than your own, from nose shape to hair style, though admittedly their hair was similar. You were familiar with the concept of the multiverse, and was extra glad that they were in your room and not out in public. If the government somehow found out.. you realize you’d been intently staring at them, and glanced away quickly. “.. are you a chara?” Your monotoned Voice asked, devoid of curiosity nor accusation. “Sorry.. for the knife, I mean. It was.. well, instinct.”

“It’s fine,” they grumble. “Really. Love having random, sharp projectiles thrown at me for no reason. Thank you.

“Yes, I am Chara. And I assume you must be Frisk… although very different to mine.” So how many people have you killed, they nearly add, only to shut their red blob of a mouth instead. Do they really want to know…?

“Just passing through. I wasn’t meaning to barge in, but I guess that is unavoidable now. So… hi. How are you doing.” How are they supposed to deal with this random Frisk. They don’t know. Socialising is terrifying.

ghostofbuttercups

You debated being honest, maybe freak this chara out, but that would be mean. You never wanted to hurt anyone, yet it seems that even now that’s all you’re doing. You really were the worst. You shifted on your feet, pulling your sweater sleeves down from habitat, but also hiding the scars, and fidgeting. “I’m.. really sorry..” the drowning voice you have echos off of the walls slightly. Stiffly, you walked over to the wall and took out the knife implanted there, sighing. “What.. do you need?” You winced at your lack of tack and bluntness, but before you could dwell a thought crossed you. It was probably nothing, your chara went out alone too but… You were always taught to trust your instincts. “…Where’s your frisk?”

#how are you doing?#frisk #undertale frisk #alpha.stories #chara #undertale #frisk totally agrees socializing is terrifying #implied abuse #implied self-harm #frisk sticks there nose in things they shouldn't stick there nose into(tm)#someone please help this poor child #If frisk was more open it would have gone like this: HORRIBLY

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What. Fumbling around, you turned facing the source of the sound. you quickly, and less elegantly than usual, you reached into your pocket for your pocket knife. You were panicking. No one should be in the house and your charas voice doesn’t sound like that who who’s here who’s here WHO IS HERE

Blindly, you throw the knife at the shadowy figure before even fully processing your actions.

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Chara yelps and flings themself to the side, half-dissolving in a puff of smoke only to reform on the other side of the room. “Well, it is good to know where I am welcome!” they exclaim, smoky shoulders bristling in their shock. “What was that for?!”

ghostofbuttercups

You gasped. Before you was a shadowy being. You had just thrown a knife at someone. Normally you weren’t this reactive, but the timing of their appearance was when your guard was down, a unfamiliar presence in your own home, and your mind jumped to the worse what ifs, body reacting on instinct and with out your input. After a brief second of relief that it wasn’t them, you panicked for a different reason. “A-ah..s-sorry…” your voice stuttered, a mixture between stoic and anxious. You where guarded, you didn’t know who or what this being was. You were grateful you weren’t outside, who knows what would happen if people saw you talking to some spooky… ghost? Demon? Now that you look closer, they kinda looked like chara, They looked completely different than your own, from nose shape to hair style, though admittedly their hair was similar. You were familiar with the concept of the multiverse, and was extra glad that they were in your room and not out in public. If the government somehow found out.. you realize you’d been intently staring at them, and glanced away quickly. “.. are you a chara?” Your monotoned Voice asked, devoid of curiosity nor accusation. “Sorry.. for the knife, I mean. It was.. well, instinct.”

#alpha.stories #chara #undertale frisk #frisk #undertale

What. Fumbling around, you turned facing the source of the sound. you quickly, and less elegantly than usual, you reached into your pocket for your pocket knife. You were panicking. No one should be in the house and your charas voice doesn’t sound like that who who’s here who’s here WHO IS HERE

Blindly, you throw the knife at the shadowy figure before even fully processing your actions.

#alpha.stories #frisk #undertale frisk #undertale

@alphinality

You sit in your room, picking idly at your bandages. Chara was busy, probably talking to that blob that shambled around the void. You’re glad that you painted your walls, the pale blue with colorful fuchsia was rather nice. There wasn’t a speck or red nor the sterol white you’ve come to hate, though it was more bare than you would like. A lot of shops refused to sell you stuff, saying you “betrayed your own kind”. Bitterly, you think how before they didn’t see you as human, just a thing to play around with as they will. You hated those humans. You pushed those thoughts away, knowing how dangerous going down that train of thought was, instead focusing on how soft the bed was under you. day light trickled in from the window in back of you, and you looked at the plant on your small nightstand. It hadn’t been watered yet, and with a small rare smile you grabbed the cup of water you kept on your book case, at this point in time sadly the only thing else in the room, and tended to it. It was a rare peaceful moment for you, no memories invading your mind like usual when you were alone. It was just you, tending to a plant. A life you always wished for. Of course the moment came to an end, a crash sound knocking you out of the tranquil state, and making you spill the water. Something—or more accurately someone—just fell into your room. Literally.

#undertale frisk #frisk #alpha.stories #how does one tag #is this format alright??

lesbiangaara-deactivated2017052

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mothfishing

Are we talking about the fallen humans HeadCannons now? Oh boy don't get me started with my HeadCannons on integrity! Or do. Ask me! Ask me about them!!

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ghostofbuttercups

OK SO!! You know how undyne says that she has a tradition to tell every human she encounters the tragic tale of her people? But then during the actual fight she implies that she never fought a human? And like, we find integritys things in the water fall right? So like, I was thinking about integrity as a concept and I feel like they'd be one of the more likely humans to give up there souls. So, they meet undyne, undyne tells the tale, they decide to give up their soul. Now, we all know that mount ebbot has rumors about people disappearing and dying (which appears to mirror a actual place in Japan I think? I forgot the real name but it's also known as suicide forest or something) so why did they climb the mountain? Why where they wearing a ballet outfit when climbing a mountain? Maybe they wanted to go somewhere no one could disturb them? Who would disturb them? We don't really know anything about them besides they dropped a tutu and shoes in the waterfall and have the integrity soul, a lot of the things I'm saying are just inferences. We don't actually know if soul types are something your born with, or something that develops over time, or maybe both. Maybe frisk and chara went through something that forced them to have to be determined? Made them want to be determined? Maybe each trait is important to the individual in some way? If that's the case, why is integrity so important? Maybe they're parent where doing something without integrity, something that forced them to go seek a different place to dance? Maybe something that made everyone else not want to hang out with them so they were forced to go to mount ebbot? Of course, there is the other possiblity that maybe they never planed to leave mount ebbot alive, leaving the world with one last dance. Anyways, after hearing the sad tale of the monsters, they thought that maybe they could make up for what ever they're parents did, restore the integrity of humans. And so they sacrificed themselves. HOPEFULLY TUMBLR DOESNT SWALLOW THIS SINCE IM REBLOGING AND NOT JUST REPLYING GOSH DARN IT TUMBLR

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This is a Good chara…

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Hello I'm gay @truereset made a new poncho human and they're beautiful?? I had to draw them?? Look at this?? They're so good.

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Happy (late) birthday undertale! I wanted to show my love for this wonderful game! I'm not truly able to convey my appreciation for this game. When I say this, I mean it! Undertale changed my life, in more ways than one. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you Toby! Thank you for making this game! It gave me hope, it gave me passion, it gave me people I could relate to. It gave me friends and made me want to see the good in people. And, it gave me inspiration. I can write again! I can live my life happier because of this game! And, although the fandom has its flaws (a lot of them) it gave me a community to share my feelings on. So really, thank you. Thank you for giving me all these things! Toby fox, thank you!