Crow's Nest

'Ey guys! I'm an introvert.. heh.. why are you here?

[oldsidelinghill]

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Here’s a demo version of the song that was in Issue #3 of the Over the Garden Wall comics. My voice isn’t too well suited to lead this type of song, and it should probably be sung about twice as fast as I did here, but it’ll give you an idea!

Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving!

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I just need to keep this here so I never forget it.

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“Get. Off. Right now.”

“Well, look who it is! Little James sitting on his lonely rock, this is truly a lucky night,” A large man only a year older than James taunted.

With a sigh, he looked up at the man and set down his sharpened knife. “Lay off, Gabriel, we don't want to do something we might regret, aye?

Gabriel snorted with confidence, “What's a little squirt like you gonna do? Go crying like a baby to Commander, or snitch like your little brother? Maybe you'll flee from the army and go running into your stupid mother's arms.”

The calm man that was normally James broke. He was silent for moments too long, and with a voice cold as death he responded. “I said, we might not want to do something we regret,” And with a sudden burst of nervous laughter, he stared at Gabriel with wild eyes. “I don't have a family, and we certainly wouldn't want to talk about that... Nobody would want to see that.”

Satisfied he'd broken through the emotional defenses of the smaller man, Gabriel went in to give the stunned James a nasty uppercut. The impact knocked the small man from his perch on a rock and sent him flying to the packed dirt. The ground, however, had probably done more damage to him than the punch.

“You bullies just can't get enough, can you?” James asked with clear annoyance, picking himself and dusting the dirt off his now bloodied cheek. The cool night air and hard punch cleared his head and he quickly recovered, waiting for Gabriel's next move.

It usually happened that bigger people were bad at subtle movements and feints, and this bully wasn't any acception. He quickly closed the distance between himself and James and immediately made a wide hook with his left arm followed by a quick punch to the gut.

With a quick sway, James dodged the first punch, but nearly received the full second punch, staggering a few steps back.

“Haven't learned anything or grown a single muscle from the training we've been doing, huh? Maybe I'll ask Commander if I can give you some special lessons,” Gabriel smiled cruelly, swaggering up to James and pushing him to the ground.

The small man caught himself with his hands and attempted to get back up. Unfortunately the bully pressed his foot upon his back, pushing James back down with an oof! Then a sly smile flickered on the defeated man's face. And yet his smile denied his speech.

“Get. Off. Right now. You've got your final warning,” James growled in perhaps the most deceptive and angry voice he could muster.

“Or what? You're gonna cry like a little baby?” Gabriel taunted once more.

“Worse,” James responded, and gave two ear-piecing whistles. Then with a carefully practiced move, flipped under the bully's foot and pushed the foot forward knocking him off balance. Once freed from the foot, James immediately started running into the night, and dressed in dark clothing, he easily blended into the darkness of their surroundings.

“Where'd ya go you little rat?” Gabriel yelled trying to find out where his victim had run off to.

Then another figure emerged with a flashlight shining in all directions, searching for something it might never find.

“James? James? James!” The newcomer shouted, and soon Gabriel could see the large build of the advancing man.

“Chris!” A hoarse voice answered out of the dark, followed by a few coughs. Suddenly, Gabriel realized what was going on. He desperately looked for some way to get away or seem as if he was doing something completely normal. Then seeing James' discarded knife and stone, he did the same exact thing James had done before Gabriel had come along.

Chris continued his search for his disappearing friend until he noticed the hunched figure on a rock. He shone his flashlight on Gabriel. “James? Oh, you.”

The disappointed look on Chris' face made the bully all the more nervous as he turned around and tried to give a smile.

“What are you doing out in the middle of the night?” Chris asked, already suspicious of Gabriel's behavior. Only a few selected people liked the man.

Gabriel shifted on his seat uncomfortably, stuttering at every possible word, “Well, I-I uh, I'm j-just sitting out and uh, enjoying the cool night air?”

“And that?” Chris asked once more, pointing at the knife, “Last time I checked I only knew one person with a knife like that.”

The knife, that Gabriel held was a one of a kind object. The blade itself was simply made of carbon steel, but the back edge of the blade was serrated as to cut wires, then in the center was a specially carved groove, which Chris had still yet to find out what for. The hilt was the shape of a normal flip knife, but had two white symbols from a couple of James' favorite games.

“Oh?” Gabriel did his best to lie, “Well, I had recently just found this in the dump, all dull and stuff. I decided to uh, sharpen it and maybe use it.” His excuse was followed by a weak smile, and Chris stared at him with a deadly grim face.

“Why don't you hand it over then, since it's obviously not yours,” Chris demanded, opening the palm of his hand.

“No! I found it, and it's now mine,” Gabriel argued, in truth he actually did admire the knife and wouldn't mind keeping it. After all, it was finders keepers, losers weepers.

Chris was in no mood to talk any more, he knew the bully was always picking on his friend and he'd had the last of it. He let down the hand which had offered peace, and dropped the flashlight to raise his other arm and give the bully a large punch to the face. He then swooped down to pick up the knife and muttered, “No doubt that's gonna mark. Next time you can do things my way.”

Gabriel didn't even pay attention. He lay there, shocked by the force of the punch he'd received. Then two heavy coughs directed Chris' attention elsewhere.

“Hullo, there,” James smiled as soon as Chris stared at him. “Still coughing up my phlegm as you can tell!”

“Damn it, James! I thought something worse was happening,” Chris sighed, tossing the knife at his friend who happily tucked it in his pocket.

“Well, it nearly turned into that, but I couldn't just let my beautiful lungs get crushed.”

“Come on, get up. You're lucky we get to sleep in tonight,” Chris dragged James on his feet and walked back to camp.

James hesitated for a split second and looked back at Gabriel.

“Don't be surprised if you find something missing tomorrow,” he smirked and jogged on to catch up with Chris.

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“Little By Little, Day By Day, Okay?”

“It's five in the morning, James, take a break,” Chris yawned.

Dragging a hand through his dark, messy hair, James gave a loud sigh. “I just really want to finish this. I feel like everyone's depending on me after this… I guess time that we've been away.”

Chris set a mug of steaming coffee next to his friend and clasped his shoulder.

“We've been in the army this entire time, people will understand if you don't get to write for a while. Think about the normal production of books, usually it takes a couple years to make, and you've already got this one half done,” Chris smiled and pat James' back. “C'mon I've got breakfast ready, time to put something good in that stomach of yours.”

The tired man grunted and got up, taking a sip out of the mug. He reluctantly followed his friend, looking back at his computer with regret.

The two men walked through their small, diverse house. James happily sighed as he entered the kitchen. Their house was a mix of all the European countries, and the kitchen was themed Italy, one of his favorite countries.

“I've set out the classics. Rolls, salami, cheese, jams, your kind of breakfast,” Chris said, sitting down and pouring himself a cup of coffee. James let out a happy sigh and stuffed the food in his mouth with his head drooped, about to fall asleep.

After a few minutes of eating, Chris got up and left the room. “Eat to your heart's content, then get some sleep. Seriously. I'll go edit your story if it'll make you feel better.”

James tried to protest, but found that he could barely mutter a word. Grabbing a slice of cheese to snack on as he silently stumbled across the hallway. He'd usually take his friend's advice, but he'd been gone for so long, had so many ideas, it overwhelmed his worn out mind. Finding the office room, he peeked inside, stifling a yawn. Chris was intently reading his unfinished draft, typing here and there, presumably fixing all his midnight mistakes.

In attempt to walk back to his room, James bumped against the wall with a loud thump.

“I thought I told you to sleep. For goodness sake, I'll bet you've been dreaming about your story for the last four-so years,” Chris sighed, and guided his friend to his room. James turned around and tried to protest, “But I- I, never mind, I can never win these arguments.”

“Damn right you can't,” Chris shook his head and made sure James stay put. “Just do a little by little, day by day, okay? Your life doesn't depend on it. And we're not kids any more, you tuck yourself in and  sleep right away.”

James gave a weary nod and literally collapsed on the bed, even as the morning sun filtered in through his window. Keeping his friend's words in mind, he did his best to sleep dreamless- if he had any control of that.

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The 100 Scene Challenge

Taken from this Chicken Smoothie post, I’ve decided to do this challenge. (But on Tumblr)

Feel free to do this challenge yourself!

Prompts:

“Little by little, day by day, okay?” // “Get. Off. Right now.” // “... That’s it.” // “So, uh, we should… probably run now.” // “You’re insane! I love it.” “Hey, I offered to help you.” // “Who’s laughing now?” // “Would you please just be quiet?” “Whoa, buttercup, whoa.” // "I can’t believe you talked me into this." // “Marry me?” “Hey! I was gonna drink that!” // “You did all of this for me?” // “This isn’t over.” “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” // “Well, this is awkward.” // “It was you who was standing there.” “That is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”// “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.” “Uh, she’s gunna punch you, man.” // “BAHAHAHA- ahem.”// “I think I am concussed.” “You have got to be kidding me.” // “This ain’t that kind of movie.” // “Is it… dead?” “I’ll just sit here and wait for you to be finished.” // “You wound me.” // “Trust you? PAH.” “I don’t know who you are.” // “It’s okay. I promise. I’m here.” // “Oh, this is going to be good.” “Well, I finally got your attention.” // “Like a hole in the head.”// “I'm... okay.” “Well, are you coming?” // “Where are your pants!?” // “Help me push it.” “It’s almost midnight, no way!” // “Positively smashing.” // “Don’t let go, okay?” “You can’t leave me like this.” // “Say that to my mother.” // “Sing me a lullaby, please?” “This hurts worse than I thought it would.” // “Hah! - oh, wait, you’re serious?” “As much as I’d enjoy that…” // -gasp- “The plague!” “No!” “YES.” // “I won’t let you do this.” “I’ve still got it.” // “I can’t do it. I just can’t.” // "Don’t you ever do that again!" “I thought I lost you.” // "Teach me?" // "Don’t you dare throw that snowball-" "It could be worse." // "We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?" "I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice." // "What are you so afraid of?” “How did you get that scar?” // “You said WHAT?” // “Can you stop bringing that up?” “Wait for me!” // “We’ll be dead by morning.” // “STOP TALKING.” // “I do.” “I don’t want to.” // “What did I ever do to you?!” // “Follow me.” -SIGH- “I can’t reach it.” // “What are you waiting for?” // “WAIT NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT-” “I don’t need you.” // “You deserve better.” // “If you love something, let it go.” “Why do I have to wear this?” // “Here goes nothing.” // “Where the heck were you?!” “I don’t need help.” // “We’re gonna be parents…” // “I didn’t think you knew.” “I thought those were poisonous.” // “Don’t make me go alone.” // “I’m sorry… I didn’t know.” “I’d be lost without you.” // “Just leave me!” // “I dare you to…” // “Run!” “How did you manage that?” // “Liar!” // “I don’t even want to be here.” “Oh crap, we fell asleep!” // “Is this the life you wanted?” // “GIVE ME THAT.” “Get back here!” // “Let go of me!” // “I’ll just follow you.” // “YOU DON’T SAY.” “And yet, you love me anyway.” // “I just thought I’d have a swim.” // “Don’t cry.”

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Underfell: Chapter 7

Please note: I’m a self-taught writer and still uneducated in several manners of writing. One of my biggest weaknesses is dialogue placement- Oh yeah! I also don’t revise or edit my writing.

Underfell created by: @Underfell (I think?)

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The unnamed skeleton began to walk past Frisk, but stopped at the odd gate, looking up. "You're probably wondering what this is, I did too. Apparently it's supposed to be a fence, to stop humans from escaping or something," He paused and looked at Frisk and Flowey, "Made a joke about it once. I thought it was funny, but apparently Papyrus didn't. That's were I got this little crack in my noggin." The skeleton seemed to unconsciously rub the crack on the top of his head. "Every time I crack a joke he always smacks me there. Even made a joke about my skull cracking. Heh. Turned out he didn't like that one either." Frisk exchanged a worried glance with Flowey. who simply shrugged his leaves in a helpless gesture. They started to follow the skeleton as he walked past the supposed-to-be fence. The skeleton glanced back with a small amused look. "Hey kid, don't look so worried. That's life down here. By the way, the name's Sans. Sans the Skeleton." Sans didn't appear to care about the human's or flower's name and simply continued on through the snowy forest.

Then just as a clearing appeared, the skeleton stopped. "Er, hey kid. How's about you get behind that snow mound over there. Better get that egg on your neck to start movin' or it's gonna crack and roll off." Sans started to forcefully nudge the human in the direction of an odd, broken dog snowman. Frisk was startled by the sudden demand and fell into the snow letting out an involuntary, "Oof!" Flowey simply muttered, "What?" before face-planting in the thick snow. Sans paid them no heed. "Come on, kiddo. There's a fifty-fifty chance you might die right now depending on how…" Sans trailed off and stared at Frisk with a sudden realization. Then a look of absolute nervousness took place over his body, and his glowing eye was replaced by two blank eye sockets. Frisk had not witnessed his sudden change, but thought that his trail off might be a sign that his brother was here. They scrambled back on their feet and dived for the snow mound, only stopping to grab Flowey who was still trying to wipe the snow off his face in vain.

Author’s Note: Really sorry for the short chapter, but I’ve been having a bit of writer’s block.

[ofthecrow]

Underfell: Chapter 6

Please note: I’m a self-taught writer and still uneducated in several manners of writing. One of my biggest weaknesses is dialogue placement- Oh yeah! I also don’t revise or edit my writing.

Underfell created by: @Underfell (I think?)

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Frisk slowly turned the knife so that they held the blade in their palms. They gently thrust the hilt into Toriel's chest. "Is this yours?" Toriel looked down, puzzled. A toy knife, one she had not seen in such a long time. Bursting out with a new round of tears and sobbing, the grieving mother took the knife and hugged Frisk even harder. "Thank you," she muttered, "Thank you so much." Flowey watched from afar, from where Frisk had left them. His eyes also began to water, and his petals drooped. Trying to back away into the dirt, Flowey looked as if he had wilted, but nobody was there to help him. After a long 5 minutes of weeping, Toriel let go of the human child and stood up. She no longer had the same crazed look in her eyes, and her cheeks were stained with tears. She walked over to the pot and picked Flowey up. Then gently, she took Frisk's hand and led them to the gate. "I wish you would stay, you don't know how much this means to me… My child, you know it's dangerous out there, but somehow, I believe that you can do it. Save my people, and bring back my children," Toriel was on the verge of tears again, "This is the gate between the safety of the Ruins and the terrible underground. If this is what you really wish for, please go on. Do not make me grieve any longer." She handed Flowey to Frisk and pushed open the massive doors. A huge gust of cool wind burst through, making Toriel's black dress flap and Flowey shrink into his pot. Frisk gingerly stepped into the snow and followed the worn dirt path that would lead Frisk into worse dangers. Then just as Frisk had made it a foot from the doors, the gates slammed shut, and they bet their soul that Toriel was silently sobbing on the other side. "Well, Frisk," Flowey choked, still trying to rid of his depression, "Now we have to go on. If you think we can do this… then… Please, let's go as fast as we can." The child nodded and started to walk down the path in an eerie silence. Wind howled through dead trees, bringing a feeling of unrest among the group. Frisk gathered in the scene of a dead, snowy forest as Flowey tried to get into Frisk's jacket for warmth. Then just as they began to feel safe, a branch made a loud snap! behind them, and both human and flower jumped in surprise. They both cautiously turned around with wide eyes, but saw nothing except the broken branch. "Maybe we should go back to Toriel, it's safer there," Flowey whimpered, but Frisk shook their head and trudged on through the snow soaking their feet.

Then they encountered what seemed to be a gate. Two large wooden posts supported another large post into an odd door frame shape, then it continued on until the forest cut it off. Frisk and Flowey both looked at it in confusion. Beyond the odd gate was a gaping hole with a small wooden bridge hastily built across it. The flower and human glanced at each other, and suddenly froze at the sound of crunching snow. "Maybe it's Toriel coming for us," Flowey whispered, but he didn't seem to be able to convince even himself that that was true. The figure's foot steps grew closer, and closer, and closer, and stopped. "Human," It began, "Don't you know you're not welcome here?" Frisk was paralyzed. Even if they could reset, facing death again was never a joyous sight. "Now turn around and face me." The child gulped and slowly obeyed. As they turned around they saw something that nearly made them fall in the gaping hole behind them. A small skeleton in a black jacket and shorts stared at them with a bright red glowing eye and a creepy grin that could kill someone without even opening. Yet the skeleton didn't act as hostile as expected. He gave a nervous laugh without opening his mouth and continued, "I really don't want to do this kid, but uh, yeah. Heh." An all too familiar scene took place. The forest darkened, the snow halted mid-flight, and four golden boxes appeared out of no where, along with the human's soul popping out of their chest. The mysterious skeleton had the first round. A lazy line of glowing red bones poked out the ground and lazily moved towards Frisk. They hopped over them in confusion. The skeleton seemed to want to kill them, but yet, he didn't want to kill them. The round was quick and Frisk simply placed their hand on Mercy. "Hmph, I guess you're right kid," The skeleton's eyes seemed to grow into a sad expression, but his mouth still didn't move, "I'm took weak to be here. Can't even try to kill an eight year-old kid." The scene grew normal again and a red tear started to fall from the skeleton's eyes. "I'm just pathetic, kid. Hated for having him as a brother," the monster huffed, "It's not my fault, y'know. I didn't ask for him to be my brother. Now he just beats me up like I'm his little servant. Complains about me laying off work… I didn't ask to constantly be tired, I'm just." The skeleton looked down now, hands trying to cover up his eye sockets. He looked up again, and he looked a bit amused at the human's concerned, but confused, face. "I'm rambling off again, aren't I? I'll just leave now," Then he paused, "Y'know, why dontcha come with me? My brother's probably gonna be coming soon and it wouldn't be a pretty sight if he found you here."

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Undefell: Chapter 5

Please note: I’m a self-taught writer and still uneducated in several manners of writing. One of my biggest weaknesses is dialogue placement- Oh yeah! I also don’t revise or edit my writing.

Underfell created by: @Underfell (I think?)

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Toriel turned around to find a nervous human child before her. Clasping her soft hands, she let her whole face soften, and her eyes widened like a puppy's. "My child! Whatever are you doing here? Be a good thing and go back to your room." Frisk stood their ground, not moving a muscle. Maybe it was out of defiance, maybe it was out of fear, but the child didn't move. Toriel's eyes hardened. Making a shooing motion with her hands, the goat advanced on Frisk. Now trembling with fear, the human child took shaky steps towards Toriel. The lady started to get annoyed, then frustrated, and anger quickly followed.

"So this is how it is?" Toriel's voice rang loud and clear throughout the hallway. Frisk froze in fear. The room began to darken, the crazy woman towered over the child. Flames lit her hands, and balls of fire lit up her menacing face. How cruel could she be to simply scare a child to death without touching it? But fortunately for the human, determination sided with them. A surge of hope and certainty warmed the child's body as their mind cleared and their breaths were calm. Toriel seemed even more angered by Frisk's ability to stay focused in battle and allowed a wave of fire to release from her hand. Just as Frisk had done many a time again, their red soul glowed and dodged all but one of the flames. Then it was their turn. Four glowing buttons appeared before them, not unlike the ones seen when the human touched the glowing star. Fight, Act, Item, Spare. The child's hand reached for Spare, and as the options changed, found Mercy. Frisk spread open their arms and threw out a kind smile towards Toriel, but she shook her head. "Are you really this dumb?" she asked, allowing another wave of fire to run. The human got hit again, twice, but that didn't stop them. They offered Mercy again. "Do you think anything is going to stop me?" Another wave of fire, a few more hits, another piece of candy gone. Mercy. "I've been stuck down here for years, what makes you think you can leave?" Mercy. "You're just like the others!" Mercy. "Nobody's going to leave me alone again!" Then they died. Frisk entered another dark room, just like the Save room. But there were no choices, it was an empty, dark, infinite room. Then a mysterious voice spoke, "You cannot give up just yet… Frisk! Stay determined…" After the voice finished, Frisk woke up. They were standing at the same place where they entered the last Save room. The child stood there confused, but Flowey, who hadn't spoken in case they would break the human's concentration, knew exactly what was happening. "Hey, uh, Frisk! I'm sure you're pretty confused about what just happened. Well, basically you have entered a Save Point before. The Save Points kind of… Store time? Whenever you die you'll go back to the Save Point you most recently entered. But now you have to go through all of that again. Frisk looked baffled, but nodded their head. It was quite a bit of information for a simple eight year-old. "Well, Frisk, we better get going, we'll have to get past Toriel, maybe this time you won't have to fight her!" Flowey's cheerfulness boosted Frisk up and they once again went to do what they had before.

It happened, again. Frisk hadn't even made it past two rounds Mercy. "Hey, come on, pal! I know you can do this! One last try, shall we?" Flowey smiled as his faced morphed into something like Toriel's, but sweeter. Frisk smiled and gave him a thumb up with their empty hand. Then they marched through again.

They'd finally done it. They got past their goal with Toriel and were still perfectly healthy. So Frisk offered Mercy again, and

finally, Toriel said something new.

"Why aren't you attacking me? Fight!" A wave of fire passed. Mercy. "What are you? Weak?" Mercy. "That's not going to get you anywhere." Mercy. "Go back and be obedient!" Mercy. "What are you doing!" Mercy. "Stop it!" Her attacks faltered. Mercy. "I..." Again. Mercy. "I was right." The fire fell to the floor Mercy. "He was right." Then it dimmed. Mercy. "I can't do anything." The fire left. Mercy. "Even you, a stupid little Human, you are stronger than me." Mercy. "Stop this torture!" Mercy. "I'm pathetic." Then Toriel accepted the human's Mercy. She fell to her knees sobbing, tears wet her tangled hands. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, looking up at Frisk with teary eyes. "I'm so sorry for hurting you. I'm so sorry for trying to kill you." Frisk set Flowey down and slowly approached Toriel. "I forgive you." The human threw their arms around her in a warm hug. Toriel could barely find the strength to hug them back. "Stay here, my child. It's too dangerous out there." She grabbed the child's face, staring at it with two huge, yellow eyes. "They want to kill you, all of them. You may have got past me, but they're different. They're stronger than me. They'll hurt you so much, you'll die, and… Oh! Please stay with me!" Toriel dragged Frisk in her arms into a warm, motherly hug.

Frisk released Toriel, but the goat hung on. "I'm sorry but I have to go," They said with guilt. The human stared into their hands where a toy knife lay. "I'm sorry."

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Underfell: Chapter 4

Please note: I’m a self-taught writer and still uneducated in several manners of writing. One of my biggest weaknesses is dialogue placement- Oh yeah! I also don’t revise or edit my writing.

Underfell created by: @Underfell (I think?)

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When you realize you skipped the encounter with Napstablook. DAMNIT! Sorry guys.

Frisk awoke to a darkened orange ceiling and the soft, but choppy, snoring of Flowey. Surprisingly calm, Frisk looked down at Flowey and couldn't help but laugh a smile spreading across their face like nothing had ever happened. Flowey, startled by the muffled laugh, jerked up letting drool fling across the room. That only made Frisk laugh louder and kick the sheets off. "Hey! What's so funny? You nearly scared the life out of me!" Flowey complained. It took a couple seconds, but once Frisk had regained their breath they said, "You snore! It's cute!" Flowey frowned, frustrated. "You and mom! Always saying I'm cute." If Flowey had arms he surely would've crossed them, but for now he had to simply shun Frisk. Letting out one more giggle, Frisk carefully stepped out of the bed and groped around in the darkness for a lamp of some kind. "Hey, watch it!" Flowey shrieked when Frisk nearly knocked him over. "Sorry," they mumbled rolling their eyes. After a minute or so of crashing into walls and wardrobes, the human found the lamp and played around with it until it turned on. A small, warm light filled up half the room casting long shadows across the walls. In the middle of the room lay a slice of intact oozing pie. "How did you not step on that?" Flowey asked, amazed by the undamaged piece of trash. Frisk shrugged and they both stared at the seemingly magical pie that lay in the middle of everything. "I don't think it's safe to eat?" Flowey suggested. Snails seemed to be oozing out still in their shells, but clearly dead. Frisk shook their head in agreement, they'd probably get poisoned just looking at it. Quickly deciding to leave, Frisk hopped over the pie and grabbed Flowey so they could step out into the lit hallway. "You wanna explore some?" Flowey asked, looking at the other two doors with curiosity. Frisk shrugged in response and headed for the first door. Opening the door with a creak, the child and flower entered a calm, blue room. What a difference compared to the world they were in. Before them lay a cluttered bed and desk all filled with random papers and shreds of sheets. Next to that mess was a shelf of torn and tossed books, neither of the pair wanted to know what went on with the mad goat. Noticing something wriggling out of a trash bin next to the desk, Frisk set Flowey down next to a journal to inspect the object. It seemed the bin was filled with live snails, and Frisk reached out to pick up the creature. Meanwhile, Flowey was looking through the journal. "Look. A page of jokes," he said with interest. "'Why did the skeleton have no friends?' 'She kill-' WHAT? Does she call these jokes? 'She killed them all', what type of joke is that?" Flowey looked scarred for life and seemed to be trying to claw his eyes out. Frisk dropped the snail and picked up Flowey with wide eyes. "Maybe we should leave this room," they said. Flowey nodded fiercely without the slightest bit of hesitation. In two steps they were both out the door. "I don't want to check that last room. Please, let's just go to the other side of the house," Flowey whimpered. Frisk didn't argue and set off to the house's left wing. They found themselves in a living room with Toriel sitting in a scratched up brown chair, nose stuck in a book. They tried to sneak past her and into the kitchen, but Toriel was quick to realize they were there. "My child! You're up, how delightful! I was going to tell you that I have planned to teach you all about the life down here and then we could discuss plans for leaving the ruins. Oh yes! I'm also reading this book about snails! Would you like to hear some facts?" Toriel smiled crookedly. Flowey cringed, but he answered after realizing Frisk wasn't going to, "Actually we'd like to know how to leave." Toriel seemed to think that meant the opposite of what they wanted, "Did you know that snails starts with the letter 'S'?" Frisk looked like they had just been hit in the head with a rock, "What?" "Snails also ends with the letter 'S'!" Frisk opened their mouth to say something, closed it, then opened it again, "Uhm, yes, but, we want to know how to leave."

Toriel continued. "How about… Did you know that snails are very nutritious for you?"

And Frisk kept answering, getting more frustrated as their conversation continued. "No, I didn't. Can you please help us leave?"

"Oooh!~ Snail shells are big enough to fit a monster's dust in it."

"Huh? Uhm, you're still avoiding my question to leave."

"You can also use them to fake monster dust!"

"Hullo? Excuse me, Toriel, can you please tell me how to leave?"

Toriel's face suddenly took an even more crazed look than before. "You can shove snails into someone's throat to suffocate them."

"Alright, something really messed up is happening here," Frisk said, wide-eyed.

Flowey whimpered, "Can we get out of here?" The crazed goat suddenly changed faces without warning.

"Please don't leave me, my child!" She cried. Frisk and Flowey were frozen and place, cringing. "Please give me a minute, I must go see to something." Toriel darted past them and they could hear the heavy foot steps of someone descending down to the basement. It took a few seconds, but eventually the companions recovered from shock. "Should we stay?..." Flowey asked. Frisk quickly shook their head. "You know the way out, right?" They asked with hope. "Yeah, yeah. Go back to the entrance and down the stairs, just go on straight forever until you get to a huge door," Flowey said. Frisk cautiously followed his directions, eyes darting around to make sure Toriel wasn't near. They went down carpeted stairs and through what seemed like an endless purple stone hallway, and made a turn only to stop at the sight of Toriel speaking to the door. They quickly darted back to the edge of the wall, out of sight. Without intention they heard a fragment of the passing conversation. "...to kill them when if no one else can…yes, it is… then farewell to you..." The conversation ended there. And even though they knew it was risky, Frisk stepped out and approached Toriel and the door.'

That conversation part was just for "fun", if you're wondering why they're so out of character. (The uh conversation part about leaving, y'know?)

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Reapertale: Chapter 3

Please note: I’m a self-taught writer and still uneducated in several manners. One of my biggest weaknesses is dialogue placement- Oh yeah! I also don’t revise or edit my writing.

This is my sorta twist on Reapertale.

Reapertale created by: @renrink (Go check ‘em out!)

Reapertale: Chapter 3

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"What is so funny human?" Papyrus asked leaning forward to inspect the human who stood a couple yards away.

"Pfft!" They spluttered with laughter, "You're… You're voice! Hah!" Now speaking that disrespectfully to any god could definitely get you killed. But they were speaking disrespectfully to a god of death. Twice the chance. The crazed human didn't seem to care about their chances of death though. Papyrus struck a mighty pose. "Human, whatever do you mean by my voice is funny? I am the Great Papyrus! The Great Papyrus' voice is always majestic and meaningful, there is nothing funny about me," The kind god sounded as if a petty human had hurt his pride, but he was quite merciful. No deaths on his hands—or at least not today. As if on cue, Sans seemed to pop up in a puff of black smoke. Although unafraid of the god himself, the human's eyes widened in fear of the smoke and they took a step back. Sans' widened an eye socket, "What's wrong kid? Did I scare the life out of ya'?" The human gave a nervous "Heh," and straightened themselves out, stuffing their hands into their jacket's pockets.

"Sorry 'bout that, Paps. Just had to check in on someone," Sans apologized with a shrug.

"It's alright! As long as you don't go slacking off again..." Papyrus glared accusingly.

"C'mon bro, would I really do that?" He asked with a wink, "Anyways, I think we should get his human to some place they can feel at home."

Sans simply walked off and Papyrus beckoned for the human to follow with a jolly smile. The human, still weakened by their injuries, continued to constantly trip over branches and smack into trees with Papyrus constantly helping them get back up and giving them a constant stream of encouragements. After a while of walking and Papyrus cheering up the human, Sans looked back to check on them and narrowed his eye sockets. "I think we also need to find them some sort of healer," He said, mostly fixing his gaze upon their face. The human grumbled something and shied away, once again lifting the scarf over their face. "Sans! You're making the human nervous!" Papyrus complained, his delightful smile turning upside down. An odd sight to see on a skeleton. From then on, their journey was simply a wary human who would occasionally answer some of Papyrus' questions, a chattering Papyrus as usual, and a quiet Sans leading. Eventually they had walked to what seemed to be the edge of the forest and the beginning of a large, beautiful cave with small waterfalls creating streams of clear water.

Papyrus hesitated before crossing the border. "Sans, I don't think the human should be... here." "Don' worry about it. I just need to talk to someone," Sans replied without facing them, and disappeared behind a corner. Papyrus crossed his arms, disappointed in his brother. The human, curious, walked towards one of the small waterfalls as Papyrus hurried to catch up with them. "Human, these parts are dangerous. This is where Undyne lives. I'm not sure what she'll think of a human coming through her home."

The human chewed their lip in concentration. They didn't seem to care that a god of war lived in this area. Plopping themselves on the ground next to the fall, the human leaned over and drank the crystal water. Papyrus seemed stunned at this action. "Do all humans do that?" he asked reaching out to touch the water. "Not really. I'm a lot different from other humans," they said, wiping themselves with their sleeve. "Uh, say, does another god live down here? Starts with a… G?"

"Hmm. Yes there is. His name is Gerson. He's the other smart one with Alphys. The god of wisdom!" Papyrus answered smartly. He then sat down across from the human. Trying his best to look around the corner Sans had disappeared around, Papyrus continued to speak. "Well, human. Since it seems I, the Great Papyrus, and you may be sitting here for a while, why don't we talk?" The human shrugged, so he continued. "Now, my brother found you in Mt. Ebott. Nobody has been there in quite a while. I was wondering, what were you doing, going up the mountain?"

The human looked as if someone had just struck them in the back of the head, dazed. "Oh. I was kinda, looking…. For, uh, well," They scratched the back of their head, "You, I suppose." "Me? That's very honorable news!" Papyrus smiled proudly, but it faltered. "Why?"

"I… Well, my family… my paren-" The human cut themselves off. For the first time they actually looked scared. Tears sprang up in their eyes and they curled up into a ball. Papyrus reached out to comfort them but the human jerked away. "I don't need your stupid pity."

Recoiling in shock, Papyrus seemed to freeze at the human's sudden tone change and he backed up. The human continued to sob. Papyrus continued to be confused.

Fortunately, Sans turned the corner again to meet them. He had no need for confusion, however. The human simply appeared to washing their face.

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Underfell: Chapter 3

Please note: I’m a self-taught writer and still uneducated in several manners of writing. One of my biggest weaknesses is dialogue placement- Oh yeah! I also don’t revise or edit my writing.

Underfell created by: @Underfell (I think?)

Underfell: Chapter 3-

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Frisk was absolutely still. Probably more still than the pedestal they were hiding behind. The humming was closer, the crazed woman was also closer, and Flowey hadn't returned. The human was down to three HP, and covered in bruises. It was a bad time to meet anyone. Soon the humming stopped, but Toriel was right next to the entrance. The entrance to the room Frisk took shelter in.

Toriel didn't even have to look behind the structure to know that Frisk was there. "My child! Now why would you be hugging that pillar so tightly? And where's your flower friend?" She turned around in a complete circle looking for a golden flower with a face, and she found nothing of that kind. "Oh dear! Maybe he has left! Well, I'm sorry poor child, it seems your flower has left you." Toriel was about to turn around again but noticed something else. "Oh my, your HP is very low! Perhaps I should heal you, but we should wait until we get home first. Yes?" She smiled sweetly. Frisk hadn't moved a millimeter. "It's settled then! I always thought you were taking too long. I'm sure you've just been waiting for that silly flower all this time. It's time to meet your home, my child!"

Toriel reached out to grab Frisk, but they had dived for the flower pot and she missed. The crazy goat didn't care much and reached for Frisk again with a firm grip. So the child was dragged once again across leaves and through puzzles. One arm trapped in the grip of a woman and the other holding on to a pot. All the while Frisk looked down at the pot wishing that Flowey would appear in it. He was probably frantically searching the room Frisk was in and deeply worried. Unfortunately this wasn't the only worrying thing for Frisk. All throughout their short trip the pair encountered very few monsters, most knew to steer clear of Toriel. Of course Frisk didn't think that Toriel would kill just to get through a path, but to their horrible surprise she did. Whether it was a Whimsum or Vegetoid or another monster, with a flick of her wrist Toriel sent out a few sparks of flame and killed them. They died. They turned to dust. And Frisk was forced to watch it. Every moment the child was dragged, a little bit of determination left them, a little bit of hope left them. Their only friend was gone and they were watching monsters die, even if they weren't all good.

After stepping through piles of dust and pure red leaves, Toriel stopped at the door to a house. Frisk's face tried to stretch into a smile. Even if you didn't feel happy, maybe acting happy would get you close to it. "Here we go, my child! Now I can heal you, I also have a very big surprise for you!" Toriel said. Although the crazed goat didn't do anything, Frisk felt their scratches patch up, the bruises fade, and a burst of energy lifted them. Then just like the first time, a warm orange star appeared just within reach. A real smile filled Frisk's face and they reached out with a tiny hand to tap the star. The room darkened just as before and buttons appeared. Determination refilled, hope returned, and the child tapped "Save". The world returned to normal and Toriel was about to push open the door when a small voice spoke up.

"Frisk? Frisk! Frisk, are you he-" Flowey turned around and saw his human friend, cutting himself off.

"Frisk!" Flowey popped up right in front of the human, smile plain on his face.

"Oh! Your friend is back! They're just in time to get the surprise too!" Toriel said, sweeping Frisk inside and running off into a room off to the left. Frisk's eyes widened in surprise, but they didn't say anything. Instead, the human turned around to set down the pot and gather Flowey. All the while the golden flower apologized about not finding any food but a couple pieces of monster candy. Frisk smiled at the candy and pocketed it, giving Flowey his second hug. Not long after, Toriel came out with a steaming hot pie that looked a bit scorched. With a large smile, Toriel proudly presented her pie, "I baked you some snail pie! It's very hot though, so maybe you should take a nice nap while we wait. I even have a room made just for you!" Still carrying the pie, Toriel picked up Frisk's hand and led them through the hall stopping at the first door. "This is you room, my child. I hope you'll stay here forever and ever! We can both leave the ruins together after we're all done here. Everyone will respect us, I'll make you stronger than Asriel or Asgore ever was. I'll show them," An odd smile crept onto Toriel's face and an eye twitched, it was quite disturbing. Meanwhile, Flowey was looking devastated, eyes starting to tear up uncontrollably. But no one noticed him. Toriel let go of the human's hand and rushed off to the left hall again, leaving Frisk to stare at a gray door. Their face twisted up in some confusion, and they looked down at Flowey who had wiped the tears off his pale yellow face. "I guess we'll just have to go in and, uh, rest," He gave the best shrug a flower could and stared at the door with a type of longing. The human grabbed the brass door knob and twisted it open. Inside was no surprise. There was a normal bedroom, just like one you'd find on the surface. The only thing was that there was just more than you would expect is in a brand new room. Frisk didn't mind and set the flower pot and Flowey on the ground next to the bed and slipped under the covers, not taking anything off but their shoes and socks. It was quite comfortable, quilted blankets and a very soft pillow of some material. Frisk easily fell into a deep sleep.

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Everything’s Blue?

Alright, in games there seems to be a recurring theme of blue (occasionally w/ yellow/orange) for some body part of a character, or an ability.

Thief (Reboot) : Garrett’s right eye is blue.

Undertale : Sans’ left eye is blue/yellow

Dishonored : Corvo has a dominant blue (w/ yellow) mark and Daud has a dominant yellow w/ blue mark. 

Assassin’s Creed : Eagle Vision is dominantly blue, but I’m guessing that’s because it’s easy to see through. (Other Ubisoft games have things like Eagle Vision, right?)

Well, that’s all I can think of right now. And I kind of understand why they picked blue, but I just find it funny. :)

[ofthecrow]

Reapertale: Chapter 2

Please note: I’m a self-taught writer and still uneducated in several manners. One of my biggest weaknesses is dialogue placement- Oh yeah! I also don’t revise or edit my writing.

This is my sorta twist on Reapertale.

Reapertale created by: @renrink (Go check ‘em out!)

Reapertale: Chapter 2

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The road was rough but short. Dead vines and wilting branches whipped against the humans face, trees supported them and gray grass crunched beneath their feet. While they traversed the dead forest, the human watched Sans as he seemed to be stiffly walking and suddenly relax. The process repeated several times before he stopped and gazed up at quite a beautiful place considering this was a land of death. Four large oaks leaned over a nearly colorless pond with stepping stones laid in an odd pattern. The roots of the oaks spread far creating a circle around the area and connecting themselves to the pond. Leaves littered the deep brown soil, and some of the leaves still had color. They were a wilted brown, gray, nearly white, and some were tinted a deep red. The human's jaw dropped in amazement. Even if there wasn't a sun, an odd kind of light seeped through the thick roof of branches and leaves making the bark shine like silver. All their pain seemed to be forgotten and they didn't even notice the other skeleton picking up leaves.

“Amazing kid, isn't it? You'll never want to leaf it,” Although he wasn't facing them, the human knew Sans must've winked. Then as if Sans were expecting it, a large voice broke through the silence. “Sans! Will you ever stop making puns?” Papyrus exclaimed nearly dropping all the leaves he had collected. The human almost dropped themselves in surprise, too.

“Hey, chill bro. I brought the human over, don't want to scare 'em, do you?” Sans said entering the clearing and moving aside to show the newcomer. The human could finally see Papyrus and Papyrus could finally see the human, their reactions were oddly mixed. Papyrus was dressed in a similar fashion as Sans but wore a startling red scarf that seemed to act as a hood as well. There was also a long scythe mounted on his shoulder, the human stole a glance at Sans to check for a scythe as well, but he seemed too short for one and didn't have anything but his robes.

The human's overall expression was simply a “I-Am-So-Confused-Right-Now” face.

Papyrus, however, immediately smiled and was about to greet them when he noticed the scarf covering half their face.

“Sans? Why does the human only have half a face?” Papyrus said switching his attention to Sans, but there was only empty air.

The human nearly did a double-take, he was there just a couple seconds ago, right? Their face seemed to scrunch up in regret as they realized they decision they had to make. Looking down at their scarf, then looking back up at the frustrated and mumbling Papyrus, the human sighed.

“I, uh, have a whole face,” they said, lowering the scarf to reveal the hidden area. Papyrus immediately looked back at the human, another lovely smile planted on his face. “Well why didn't you say so?” his voice was so optimistic and loud that the human couldn't stop themselves from giggling with laughter.

[ofthecrow]

Underfell: Chapter 2

Please note: I’m a self-taught writer and still uneducated in several manners of writing. One of my biggest weaknesses is dialogue placement- Oh yeah! I also don’t revise or edit my writing.

Underfell created by: @Underfell (I think?)

Underfell: Chapter 2-

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"Oh! What do we have here?" The hummer had found the human and flower, and by the quick word of Flowey, Frisk knew this was Toriel.

"Hello! My name is Toriel!" The woman seemed alright, except... She was a pure white standing goat with yellow eyes and red pupils with a black dress. She also had a crazed look like she had gone mad.

"Oh! I know you're kind! We've had visitors like you before. They all left me through the gate, though. Oh, but I'm sure you won't! And look! You have a nice little golden flower with you! It talks too. We'll have a wonderful little time here! Just me, you... and of course the flower! Come along, my child. I'll teach you about puzzles, and LOVE, and, and, EXP! We'll make you just like one of us. You can be our darling little angel, or maybe a little devil! Everyone would like that, yes. And then maybe they'll finally all respect me." Toriel seemed to talk forever. Frisk and Flowey exchanged confused glances, and suddenly Frisk was being dragged by the crazed Toriel. They even nearly dropped Flowey, needless to say this woman was strong and crazy. Definitely not a good match, even an eight-year old knew that. Neither flower or human dared speak as Toriel rambled on while nearly knocking Frisk off their feet with every few steps. They passed cowering froggits and whimsums that were hiding in red leaves. After passing huge piles of red leaves and several arches of a stained white color, they stopped in front of a room filled with spikes. It was so sudden Frisk nearly tripped and fell on them.

"Oh! You're first puzzle, my child! Let's see if you can figure it out," Toriel said, and then her voice turned into a creepy whisper. "I'll give you a hint, the room before us is the answer." After that she patiently waited, all the while that creepy, sharp toothed smile shown bright white. Frisk looked at Flowey for help, they barely remembered the path in the last room. At least they hoped that was the answer to the puzzle." Flowey ground his sharp teeth, "Alright, I think it was forward three paces, left two? Forward again for three, right two, and the rest is straight. I think." Frisk's face fell a little bit, but it immediately turned into a face filled with determination. Wincing, the human lifted a foot above the spikes and slowly let it descend. But when it hit something there were no spikes, just the cold stone path. Flowey and Frisk let out a synchronized sigh and Toriel just stood right behind them. So slowly they went, as all things most go. Slowly lifting up a foot and descending it on shiny, needle-sharp spikes. Several times they got the direction wrong and Frisk pierced the bottom of their shoe. Thank goodness the bottom of that shoe wasn't too thin. The spike-maze wasn't too much of a puzzle, more like a guess and check thing where you had to hope you weren't about to fall into a pit of spikes. "Did we really make it to the end?" Flowey asked in disbelief, their "Oh So Great Protector" was still right behind them, and Frisk nodded. They actually were on the verge of crying, who would put a simple child in such a dangerous puzzle? Well oh course this demon of a goat. Her yellow eyes seemed to pierce right through their back, and it was quite uncomfortable.

"Oh yes, my child! You'll become powerful yet!" Toriel clapped her hands and an expression of pure joy alighted her face. "I'll be back home cooking you some dinner, the path should lead you straight to my home, I have much to teach you." With that, Toriel seemed to speed off with a hop in her step. The pair she had left sort of just, stood there. They didn't speak, look at each other. They just, were there. Surely you couldn't imagine what was happening to them. If you woke up with a flower telling you to do something or else you'd die, learning that you just entered a world of "Kill or Be Killed", having to save everyone to leave a horrid place, meeting something from a nightmare.

After a few more seconds of staring at the bland world in front of them, something appeared before Frisk. A simple star looking object, it glowed a warm orange filling the hall of sorts with a beautiful light. Frisk stared in awe, eyes bright and wide, but Flowey couldn't see it.

"What are you looking at?" He asked. "Why are you eyes glowing with orange?" Perhaps they weren't glowing, but it sure looked like it. The orange seemed to reflect off the human's eyes like mirrors. Intrigued, Frisk reached out to touch the star. Immediately the world paused. Flowey was still looking at them, the world seemed dull, the air was chilly, what was this place? Right above Frisk were glowing letters. A… save point? Two words in boxes, like lit buttons. One said "Save" and the other said "Reset". Was there no continue? What would happen if they reset? Would they have to go through all of this again? What about "Save"? What was that for? A million questions ran through the human's simple mind. Eventually, they chose "Save". Raising a hand to touch the glowing words, the world melted back into the world. Frisk's mouth was open in awe. Flowey was still very confused, but gave up trying to get an answer, he just nudged Frisk with his head, "Let's get going, the sooner we get there, the quicker we can leave the Ruins." The human nodded not able to register anything else and walked past the "save point" careful not to touch it again. Back into the bland ruins they went.

This place was monster and puzzle heaven. Every few feet they encountered another monster. Dodge, talk, mercy, spare. What a repeated action. There was a good side, though. Each froggit they encountered and spared gave them information. Flowey claimed he would've told Frisk about most of what was told, but he was probably just thinking over things just like the human. The information was useful, very useful. Would you really think a crazy looking goat trying to be your mother would talk about love and exp? Whatever that meant.

Here's what the froggits told the human:

Ribbit Ribbit.

("The caretaker of the Ruins is crazed with age, don't listen to her for your own good!")

Ribbit Ribbit.

("There is not what you call love here, we only have LOVE, LV.")

Ribbit Ribbit.

("LV stands 'Level of Violence'. It shows other monsters how strong we are.")

Ribbit Ribbit.

("Nobody cares about each other in this world, not even their kin. I've seen it right outside of the ruins.")

Ribbit Ribbit.

("EXP stands for 'Extermination Points'. Really it just shows the Great Papyrus and King Asgore how worthy you are of things. I think.")

Much more came along those lines, the Whimsums of course were too shy to speak. The vegetoids always ran away, too. "You look bad, Frisk. Maybe we should find something to heal you," Flowey kindly suggested. Frisk slowly nodded their head. Several scratches and bruises covered them, already there was a little hole in their jacket. "Here, kid. This looks like a safe spot to rest." They had entered a little room with withering vines hanging from the walls and a stream of cool water. Flowey and Frisk both took a second to review the room, and Flowey seemed to hop out of his pot. "I'll see if I can find some food to help you. Maybe you can refresh yourself with the water." Frisk smiled as Flowey disappeared under the ground, but soon they felt lonely and scared. Their only friend in this dark world had left them, at least for a good reason. The froggits seemed less cruel, but not exactly friends yet. The human poked the packed dirt and stone with a stick. Soon they were drawing all over the ground with boredom. Then Frisk froze. There was a hummer, the same one as before. Calmly, they were also calling out "Oh, Child!". Frisk cowered behind a little pedestal as the humming grew closer. This was not a good time to meet a crazy goat lady.

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Reapertale: Chapter 1

Please note: I’m a self-taught writer and still uneducated in several manners. One of my biggest weaknesses is dialogue placement- Oh yeah! I also don’t revise or edit my writing.

This is my sorta twist on Reapertale.

Reapertale created by: @renrink (Go check ‘em out!)

Reapertale: Chapter 1

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Each time the voice said something different. “Papyrus,” it called. “Human? brother?”

“Where are you?…..Something's gone wrong, hold on…..Paps?….Meet me at the Grove….We'll find the human after.”

The human cowered, trying to disappear into their jacket as a turtle might do with it's shell. It was no use though, the wind calmed, the voice got closer. The air was filled with death. Nothing breathed and it felt like vines were tightening around their chest. Breathing in short and shallow breaths, they heard the loud snap of a dry branch being stepped on. They could only think of one thing, and their eyes clouded with fear and confusion. Oh, Gods. This is it. The End. Was it really this painful, this nightmarish, this terrible for them, too? The voice had stopped a while ago and the wind had died. The rain was the only noise along with the human's breathing. Basically frozen, the human struggled just to wipe some of the wounds with the edge of their jacket. Then a deep voice, the one that had been calling before was right next to them. “Gosh, kid. You look worse without that mountain crushing you,” they chuckled. What? The human slowly turned their head to meet what basically looked like a shadow. A skeleton with a round head and clean grin was looking at them with amusement. The pictures they'd seen were an exaggeration of what they were looking at, and it took them a couple of seconds to realize the monster in front of them was Sans.

“Done lookin', kid? You should probably get yourself up,” He said, and quickly added, “Probably should follow me, too. You've caused a bit of a disaster.”

The human stopped staring and wiped their eyes to clear the tears. They truly made an exaggeration in the pictures. The humans and monsters made him seem to constantly have a devilish glowing eye and chaotic grin. They'd drawn twisted ram horns on his head and a terrible glowing scythe along with a cloak of shadows that could fill a whole room. The human also remembered that he liked making terrible puns, but for some reason Sans hadn't made one since their encounter. Slowly and carefully the human stood up, a patient Sans watching carefully. But as they made to stand, the pain was too much and they nearly collapsed again. The only thing keeping them from falling was their scrambling for a hold on the dead tree they had once lay on. Sans cringed and reached out a hand to help, but quickly took it away. Everything he touched died, should he end the miserable creature's life for it or not? They'd caused an odd event that Sans had yet to investigate, and that was just about the only thing keeping himself from killing the human out of mercy.

The human was tightly hugging the tree with shut eyes, slowly lifting up their left foot and trying to pick the stone out.

Well, perhaps Sans could make this go quicker by taking the stone that the human kept picking at. He came closer and reached out his hands to grab their shoe and the rock. The human instantly froze in fear. If a god of death approached you wouldn't you do the same? Carefully, Sans grabbed the bottom of their shoe with his boney fingers and with the other the shard of stone. The human's terror was very visible on their face, even if a scarf was hiding the bottom half of it. Calmly and quickly, the god easily slipped the stone out of the human's foot. A great more blood came spilling out as the stone was freed. The human's cry rang throughout the dead realm, they pressed their face against the tree and let their entire leg go limp. Blood kept spilling, Sans watched, the human cried.

He felt sorry for the kid. Even if he didn't understand life, he certainly understood pain. Without a care of what Papyrus might say, Sans ripped a strip of his cloak off and wrapped it around the human's foot, the cloth was immediately soaked in blood, but at least it had stemmed the flow and eased the pain a little bit.

The human lifted their face from the tree looking down at their foot and Sans, who was still crouched and staring at the wound. After a couple of seconds of staring into space, he got back up and said in an impatient tone, “C'mon, kid. I've got an appointment I'm already late for.”

The human sniffed and rubbed their eyes once more before nodding and attempting to stand up again. This time they had tried to overpower the pain, but of course it didn't go completely away.

“Alright,” the human choked out. Sans' eye sockets slightly widened in surprise, but he started to walk and lead the human to the Grove and hopefully Papyrus, a bit annoyed.

The limping human followed close behind.

[ofthecrow]

What I Saw In The Mirror Not only is that a title... But it's literally what I saw in the mirror. No, that's totally not my face... I hope.

[ofthecrow]

Reapertale: Prologue

Reapertale is by far one of my favorite Undertale AUs, because one, I’ve always been into mythology, and two, I just love it. I’ve decided to post this on Tumblr, but I have more of the story on Fanfiction.net. 

Please note: I’m a self-taught writer and still uneducated in several manners. One of my biggest weaknesses is dialogue placement- Oh yeah! I also don’t revise or edit my writing.

Oh yeah, and this prologue didn’t too much come out to what I wanted it to be, so uh, chapter 1 is better. Honestly, I’m a bit embarrassed by this. 

This is my sorta twist on Reapertale.

Reapertale created by: @renrink (Go check ‘em out!)

Reapertale: Prologue -

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Every human knew of the gods. There was Asgore the king, Toriel of life, their son, Asriel, of hopes, Undyne of war, Gaster of magic, Alphys as knowledge, and so many more. No human mortal had ever seen the realms of these gods in a way other than dreams, but there were legends, myths, of the first human. Their name was Chara. As the goddess of life, Toriel was called to create a species for the gods to watch over. She had decided that she would create a race that could come in all shapes, colors, and sizes, and each would be different, but similar. They would be strong, kind, and DETERMINED. With great thoughts, Toriel created the first human. A child. Innocent, smart, determined, caring. Everything Toriel had thought of came to life. Her creation was perfect, or at least almost perfect. Toriel took this child into her care raising the never aging child in her realm of life, how beautiful it was.

And that was all they could remember… Something after that about the guardian of something. They shrugged it off, they were taught this in what? Second grade? Later it was only the history of the human world, wars, politics, all that stuff nobody cared about. The mountain was quite refreshing. Beautiful gray and white stone, a nice chill wind whipped stray hairs into the human's face--which actually felt quite nice. The stone was wonderfully cool, the cloudy skies let small streaks of light dance across the stones. Sometimes life wasn't all that miserable. This human had gone through many troubles. Most of which they would never like to think of again, but those troubles were exactly why they were here. Climbing Mount Ebbott. There were tales about this place, but humans and monsters, even with the technology they had created, never dared to come here. The mountain was believed to be a sacred place, where the first gods met. Where Chara stood guard--what had ever happened to the first human? There were stories about a temple, they were sure. Something about being able to communicate or interact or enter their realm, something. Either way, this human was determined to have council with the gods. Toriel, Sans, and Papyrus in particular. Life and death, they could both help. Without seeming to stop, this human trekked the mountain constantly humming, singing and reciting poems and songs. Right now they were toying with weird rhymes.

How many rabbits can fit in a pot? None at all or the hat would've rot. How many ships can fit in the sea? Less than a thousand no more than 3.

Perhaps this human wasn't the most sane of their race, but they seemed to be having a jolly good time trekking that mountain. They wore a dark gray T-shirt with a beautiful little picture that matched the scene they were hiking in, a dusky, dark blue jacket with the sleeves rolled up, dark jeans that were just a bit too long, a pair of dark gray and blue sneakers, and a gray scarf that covered most of their face from the bitter cold. Along with all that, they had a brown backpack that was nearly flat. All that was in there were one or two extra clothes, a couple of water bottles and plenty of snacks, none of it took up too much room. So their odd journey continued. It had been two days since they'd been climbing, fortunately there was a nicely carved path to make life easier. Their clothes were still intact, which was quite a remarkable feat for a homeless kid who was climbing a mountain with absolutely no experience whatsoever. But something worse was to come. Above them was someone whispering, or maybe talking, but it blended in with the howling of wind. These whispers though, they were of ill wishes, had the human heard them they probably would've darted for the nearest cave, and there were many of those in this mountain. Unfortunately, the human didn't dart into a cave. Only a minute after the whispers started, there was a loud noise, like a bird's screech mixed with a mighty dragon's roar. The human stopped dead in their tracks looking up to search for the noise. That was the last warning before disaster struck. Above them the mountain shook. One mighty shake, and it felt like the world was collapsing. Boulders, rocks, sharp ones too. They all fell from above. The human was terrified, the look all too clear on their face, they dodged as much as possible. Perhaps they were homeless, but they certainly weren't slow. Rocks pelted them, scratching bruising, one even buried itself in their shoulder. As quickly as possible the wounded human dived into one of the caves landing on their back and crawling to the back of the cave as if something was chasing them. The falling rocks didn't stop, once the human entered the cave, the entrance was covered by huge boulders, and to make matters worse, the ceiling was also collapsing.  There was no where safe, blood was slowly spilling from their shoulder, arms, legs, even face staining the pure rocks red. When the human thought that it was all over, their life was going to be taken by the gods, and before they came, the human was going to painfully bleed to death, a large mound of soil fell upon their chest knocking all the air out, and their head bounced against the rock, their pulled back hair barely cushioning the impact. Everything was black, there was no pain, no gods to watch for. Just the simple, endless dark. But through the thick dark, the human could hear voices. There was a deep, smooth one, and a higher, more…. How could you explain it? The voice simply sounded like Skeletor from He-Man. Maybe with a lighter tone to it though. How about, a cartoonish, light-hearted fellow with a slight accent? Did that explain it? The human mentally shrugged to itself, and started to listen. There were only fragments, not full sentences. “...they do? ….awakened….dangerous...” said the deeper voice.

“...kind… didn't mean… forgive… brother...” said the lighter voice.

“...right...judged...”

“...suppose...change your...hurry...”

They felt an odd pulling sensation as the lighter voice finished speaking. It was like someone was trying to pull out their soul. Maybe that was exactly what was happening? It was painful, unbearable, but with determination saved them. The will to live after everything was lost. They couldn't just let go now. Face full of now an odd kind of pain, the human knelt and concentrated. It felt a little over-dramatic and weird, though. Oh well, you had to do what you had to do.

Suddenly the pulling sensation stopped, the human was knocked back into the darkness.

“...not working….Chara…?”

“...possible...sure you're...what if…?”

“...check with...”

“...doesn't like...”

“Because…understand...”

That was the last of the conversation. The voices disappeared and the world was dark and silent again. Except, there was the light sound of rain. First it was barely audible, but it kept growing until you could hear it splashing against trees and plants. It was a light rain, thankfully not a storm by how it sounded. Not too long after the rain sounded, the darkness faded. Soon the human vision was haunted by a bright light, that also faded into the world around them. Except… they weren't in a cave anymore with crumbling walls. They were in a forest. A dark forest. At first it simply looked as if someone had drained most of the color from a forest at night, but after staring at it for a while, they noticed it was dead. A wilted forest. The trunks were bent, weak and gray, the grass was crippled and made a light crunching noise when the wind blew, and the rain made a hollow thumping sound against everything it collided with. The human had landed on their side in this mysterious place, and carefully they turned to lay on their back. Immediately pain struck and they let out a huge gasp. This was certainly not a dream. Scratches still bled freely and bruises still ached. The metallic taste of blood crept into their mouth from cuts on their face, and a stone was lodged into their foot. Tears streamed down their cheeks, mixing with blood and dust while dripping to the ground. Slowly they lifted their upper-body off the ground, teary eyes closed in pain and teeth grinding in anticipation. Dragging their body to the nearest tree they relaxed and allowed the rain to soak them through. Suddenly a strong wind came by, stronger than those on the mountain. In it, a voice was calling. Not any voice, one of the voices in the humans… “dream”. More gusts of wind came, each one brought the chilling thought of death. Each time the wind came it got weaker, and the voice got stronger.

[ofthecrow]

Underfell: Chapter 1

Underfell is a very interesting twist on Undertale, and I’ve begun to write a fan fiction for it on Fanfiction.net. The story has just started, and I decided to share it on Tumblr.

Please note: I’m a self-taught writer and still uneducated in several manners. One of my biggest weaknesses is dialogue placement- Oh yeah! I also don’t revise or edit my writing.

Underfell created by: @Underfell (I think?)

Underfell: Chapter 1 -

Next

It's a terrible day outside. Birds are fleeing, Flowers are wilting.

And you just came here... Will you change us or become one of us?

Welcome, Frisk. Have a horrific time...

"Psst! Wake up, human, quickly!"

Frisk, still confused by their fall, looked up to see a golden flower with a fearful face. They looked questioningly a the flower, wondering whether to trust it or not. "Hurry up! We haven't got all day! Toriel will be coming soon and that will be the end!" The scared hissing from the flower came again. 'That will be the end!' They supposed that was a good enough reason to join the flower. Frisk slowly got up, face scrunching up in pain. Quickly dusting off their blue jacket and purple shirt, Frisk stared at this flower for help. "Alright, follow me!" The golden flower seemed to disappear underground and appear in a brand new spot not far off. Frisk, although still confused, followed the magic flower. Passing through gates, the pair dodged the sight of monsters and stuck to the shadows. The underground didn't seem all that different from above. Grass and rocks, the ruins of certain places were a change of scenery, though. Frog looking creatures, odd flying moth-ghosts, and carrots seemed to be crawling all around. Later Frisk would learn them as Froggits, Whimsums and Vegetoids, but for now there was no point in learning. Eventually, the golden flower stopped at a dark, empty room. Eyes darting from side to side, the flower looked hesitant to say something. "Alright, uhm. Let's make our introductions quick. I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower," Flowey gave an anxious smile and tilted his petals waiting for Frisk to speak their name. "I-I'm Frisk," Their voice was quavery and quiet, they certainly didn't speak often. Flowey nodded a couple times, golden petals bouncing up and down.

"Great! Alright, Frisk. I don't know how you do things up on the surface anymore, but here? Things are a lot different-emphasis of 'a lot'. Everybody here, well... They're all cruel and mean. Liars, cheaters, murderers, thieves. Now you're probably wondering, 'Why should I trust you then?' Well, you'll just have to hope I'm not lying, after all, there's even a little good in this world. Anyways, I've been waiting. Waiting for someone to help me, that's a story for another time. The other seven humans that came here, they were bad. They all acted like the monsters here, and each one died because they were stupid, weak, driven by madness or all three. But you. I think there's good in you. There's some weird vibe I get, like the feeling of hope. You've gotta help me. And not only me, but yourself too. Maybe we can both find our way to free ourselves of this prison."

But Frisk shook their head, brown hair smoothly following the movement. "What do you mean, 'no'? If you think we can save everyone here, it's too late. They've been corrupted for centuries, think about why they're all here in the first place!" Flowey's scared voice started to raise from a hushed whisper.

Frisk's face looked stubborn, and they crossed their arms. 'I'm going to save them all.' Is what they seemed to mean. They were definitely determined and nothing was going to change their mind.

"B-but," Flowey faltered, but he gathered himself up and seemed much taller than before. "You know what? You're right. We should save them. Save them all, every last one. I'll help you, Frisk. No matter what."

Frisk smiled and gently hugged Flowey, making sure not to harm the delicate flower. And for a second, tears seemed to sprout out of his eyes. The one hope that could change all of the underground was right here, and he was going to help them.

"Then let's go. Toriel will be busy in her home for quite a while. Our time to help everyone in the Ruins is now."

Frisk smiled, and the pair headed out of their secret ground. When they were almost upon their first monster though, Frisk stopped. Flowey looked questioningly at Frisk, and dragged himself to the human. Frisk dug something out of the ground, making their fingers grimy with dirt, but they didn't mind. It was an object made of brown clay, like a cylinder that started thin at the bottom and then widened up. It was a flower pot. The human pushed the flower pot to Flowey, a gesture to ask for permission. "But, why?" Flowey looked at the flower pot and then at Frisk in a disgusted manner. Frisk grabbed the pot again and hugged it, "Together."

Flowey nodded his understanding and waited for Frisk to dig him out of the ground and place him in the pot. Not afraid to get their hands dirty again, Frisk plunged their hands into the ground and made sure to cover the inside of the pot in dirt first before placing Flowey in. Once inside, Flowey wiggled a little, making himself comfortable and then smiled. "Let's go."

Their first target was a Froggit, and it showed no mercy in it's attacks. Frisk was still a nimble child though, and they wereable to dodge all but one of the attacks, even with Flowey in possession. Slowly but surely, Frisk and Flowey showed the Froggit kindness. Eventually, it gave in. They accepted the spare. One monster down, who knew how many to go?

And not so far away, there was someone humming a tune. The Froggit they had saved was now trembling in fear, but did not move to run away. Flowey also seemed oddly quiet. Maybe the hummer wasn't going to stay inside for the day.