Revolution Tale

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Where does the value of making art come from? Is there only value in your creations being viewed? Or does it come from the creation of the piece? If no one was ever going to see what you made, is it still worth making?

My love of creating has disappeared, it’s like I lost an important pice of me. Somewhere along the line I shifted from wanting to show people the art I made, to making art purely to be shown. If I thought it wasn’t good enough to be posted then it had no value and my time was wasted. This clown is one of those no value pictures. I thought it wasn’t good enough, and any fun I had making it didn’t matter. So why should I create if people won’t see it, why speak if no one’s listening?

I stopped making, I thought it was just burn out but it was a deeper problem. My UT comic became something I dreaded working on. I felt like a failure and a disappointment.

My therapist and I have been working on this problem for a while, and I’m slowly starting to find my way back to that place where pure creation is where the value lies. I’m learning to hold my creativity more loosely, and yet somehow much more dearly. And you know what, I like this clown, even if no one else does.

If you are in a similar position, then I would say, try to remember why you started creating in the first place. What did you make before the internet? When you hung the art in your room for only you to see, what was it you made? Try to relax back into that place, allow yourself to be nostalgic, and unabashed. Remember where the value of creation comes from. In the making.

Take it easy my dear.

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Wow I’m good at keeping on schedule . Tbh my depression was not pulling its punches yesterday. I was very “nothing matters, and I’ll never draw again”. But I’m feeling much better today! Here’s yesterday’s prompt, gonna go work on today’s now. Okay, drink water.

Commissions: [email protected]

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Hey hey, just so y’all know I’m doing inktober again this year! I’m posting it over on my general art blog if you wanna watch this month.

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I’m so ready for the fall weather to kick in, I hate heat!! How are you all doing?

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Commissions open!

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All types of characters welcome

contact me at [email protected]

Thank you!

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New sticker designs available on RedBubble-https://www.redbubble.com/people/alamort/shop?asc=u

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Recently I discovered the wonderful world of  CrystallizedTwilight Her art is beautiful! She has a Nightmare Before Christmas au where she aged up Lock Shock and Barrel. I absolutely love the concept and had to draw them. I started with Barrel, so here he is, enjoying some lunch.      

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Also ew

I am not enjoying the new tumblr interface! When did this happen!? I leave for a while and they mess everything up! Is there like a pug in I can use to make it go back to the old tumblr? I hate this!

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Burn Out is Real!

I was getting burned out, but I tried to ignore it. I thought if I took a little brake here and there it would be fine, but I wasn't. It hit me like a truck and all I wanted to do was hide. So I did, I'm not sure if any of you are still here, but if you are thank you for waiting on me. I'm gonna start coming back now, slowly at first. Im going to be more kind with myself, I don't want to be blown over by burnout like that again. LISTEN! If you are feeling like you need a brake then take one, don't push yourself to meet someone else' standards of productivity! It will only end in disaster. I hope you are all well.      

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Revolution Tale Ch 4 con.

 

“Frisk please hold still, I don’t want to accidentally prick you.” Nanny Obedience begged, trying to pin the day pass to Frisks' coat. The child, who was bouncing excitedly, ready to go on more adventures, did their best to hold still for a moment. Around them monsters and humans alike were giving them curious glances, wondering why a child was going to be set free into the monster reservation. 

“Are you sure this is a good idea, miss?” One of the soldiers whispered to the nanny, “They are just a child.”

“It is what the general wishes. Plus this child is stronger than they look” She straightened Frisks collar, “Alright, you remember what the professor told you right?” 

Frisk nodded, looking around at all the monsters walking past. 

“Good. You be careful, okay? And please try to-Frisk!” The child ran off as the nanny was talking, having caught sight of a familiar face. Obedience shook her head, climbing back into the carriage. “Take me home please. 

Frisk didn’t even look back as the carriage drove off, their delight at spotting Toriel giving them tunnel vision. 

“Oh my!” Toriel laughed, looking down at the child who had just wrapped their arms around her skirts. “If it isn’t my new friend.” She looked around, “What are you doing here? Didn’t Sans take you home yesterday, as he promised?” 

Frisk nodded energetically then showed Toriel the day pass. At first she was confused, looking around again, as if someone was going to pop out and yell ‘Haha! We got you!’ And arrest her. But no, there was no danger, only human hating monsters. Dirty looks came from every side, but when they saw who the human was with they nodded respectfully, and scurried away. It wasn’t a secret that MayorAsgore’s wife was a human sympathizer, but if you wanted to stay out of trouble you wouldn’t bother her about it. 

Such action would lead to a cup of tea with the Mayor, he never yelled, but the disappointment in his big doe eyes was enough to dust a person, makeing you feel guilty about your behavior without ever raising his voice. And if that weren’t bad enough, if Sans found out you had been disrespectful, you would feel that guilt running up and down your spine for weeks. No, it was best to say nothing and hurry past. 

“Would you like to come over for some pie? I’m sure Flowie would love to see you again.”

Frisk fidgeted, obviously wanting to say yes, but then pointing to their pass again.

“I see, you are here to visit Sans. Well, lucky for you I just saw him a moment ago at Muffet’s Connivance, I’ll take you there.” She took the Child’s hand and started back the way she had come. “I’ll have to drop you off outside and then make my escape. Sans and I have a habit of talking for too long, and I have to get  back to my laundry.” She smiled

                                                        oO0Oo

“How about I trade you something instead?” Muffet waved one of her hands around, motioning to the shelves of products behind her. The store was empty but for her and Sans, who was leaning against the counter. 

“temptin’, but i need the g.” He smiled. 

“Come on Sans. OH! I know, I can set you up at Grillby’s with one of my girls.”

“no”

“Boys?”

“the g, muffet.” 

“Fine!” She opened the cash register with a ring and angrily picked out five gold coins. “Take. My. G. You. Jerk.” She snapped each gold pice on the counter individually. 

“thank you.” He swiped the coins off the counter. “swindler wants more cider. offering one bag of flour for every two cases.”  

“One for two? Hardly seems fair.” 

“i talked him down from one for five.”

Muffet pulled a face, annoyed. 

“i could tell him to take a long walk off a short pier.”

“No, no. I need the flour. Fine. I’ll have it by tonight. The usual place.” She sighed, closing the cash drawer. “Oh by the way, did you get the note to Papyrus?” 

Sans placed the coins in his pocket, “i was meanin’ to ask you about that.” He leaned back over the counter. “what in the world does ‘skeleton underground’ mean?” 

“I thought you weren’t interested in the ‘you know what’.” She teased.

“i ain’t, and if anything happens to pap because you and him are passing notes i’ll raise this store to the ground.” He shrugged, “but the humans seemed to know what it meant, so if i’m gonna’ protect pap i gotta know what it meant.” 

Muffet pouted, “you don’t have to threaten me.” She looked around to make sure no one was listening, and whispered, “As for the note, I was hoping you would know. My spy was only able to send out the two words, and I haven’t herd from him since.”  

“where did he go missing?” Sans leaned in closer, if he could just figure out what it meant, then he could know if it was a threat or not. 

Behind him the door opened wide with the tinkle of bells and the exited babbling of a toddler. Sans stiffened and cursed under his breath. 

“Is that yours?” Muffet asked. Frisk ran up to the skeleton, hopping and waving their hands about. 

“unfortunately,” Sans looked at the kid, wondering how they had found him, then out the window he spotted Toriel waving to him. He sighed and waved back. Next to him Frisk had noticed the pastry case and was pressing their face up against the glass, admiring the doughnuts. Muffet retrieved one of the pastries for the child. “How did that happen?”

“it's a long story, and i ain’t got time. i’ll be seeing you around.” He pushed off the counter and headed to the door, but Muffet caught him by the collar, pointing down to the little sign in the case. ‘Doughnuts 2G’. Sans grumbled and dropped two coins into the spiders outreached palm. 

“Pleasure doing business with you,” She cackled, the cash register chiming.

oO0Oo

Outside the streets were bustling. Monsters going every witch way, crammed together in the space. Sans weaved easily through the crowed, Frisk hot on his heals.  

He looked down at the smiling child. “now what?” He mumbled to himself, as someone bumped into him.

“Pardon me.” They said.

“no problem fella.” Sans responded, then opened his previously empty hand. In it was  a folded up pice of paper and three G. He placed the coins in his pocket and unfolded the paper, stepping out of the flow of traffic, pulling Frisk along with him. Then he broke off a pice of their doughnut and chewed it as he read. “easy enough,” he said to himself again, crumpling up the paper and adding it to his pocket. 

“so. what to do about you then?” He leaned back against the store front they were stood in front of, contemplating the best corse of action. “alright,” He clapped his hands,  “you go visit tori.” He pushed Frisk in the direction of Toriel’s house. “walk straight down this road till you hit the wall, then turn right. it’s her laundry day today, so she will probably be in the front. anyway you know what her house looks like.” 

Frisk grabbed his hand, shaking their head. 

“listen kid. i know you don’t understand this, but you’re bad for business and i gotta work. no ones gonna wanna hire me of your hangin around. plus i gotta go see a friend and she…doesn’t like visitors. so go on, go.” He pushed them off again and turned to walk down the street. “hope tori wont mind” He mumbled, preparing  to take a short cut. Frisk, unwilling to let him get away so easily, tackled him from behind. 

“what the he-” Sans managed to yelp, before the two of them disappeared from the street. 

oO0Oo

The city of New Home sat on the knees of Mount Ebott. A tall proud mountain, covered in trees and other thick foliage. It wasn’t a place to go for a nice hike, since people were known to go completely missing with no warning in the dense forest. Monsters said humans were hiding in the trees to kill unsuspecting monsters. Humans said it was monsters waiting to eat hapless humans. Both said it was very much hunted. So no one ever stepped foot up the mountain, it was more trouble than it was worth. 

In actuality the forest was a very nice place to be. A place where animals lived happily. Small streams wove through the land scape to eventually come to gather into a river, that then led into a great waterfall that seemed to have no end. The sun shone brightly and the sky was blue. Despite all the rumors it was a perfectly peaceful place. That is until Sans and Frisk burst into existence, tumbling a few feet before finally coming to a stop. 

Sans moaned, sitting up slowly, checking his bones for any major injuries. “kid?” He slowly tilted his head from side to side, it was a little sore, but not too bad. “kid, if you died, don’t tell me. i don’t wanna know.”  

Frisk popped up from where they had landed, waving to Sans to let him know they were okay. 

“wonderful.” He signed.  “look kid, you can’t jump me when i’m takin’ a short cut. i know i make it look easy, but it takes some concentratin’.”  Sans got to his feet and dusted his pants off, Frisk copying him. “wheres my hat?” 

The two of them began searching for the hat, Frisk dug in fallen leaves, looked under rocks, and behind trees. Behind one particular tree, just beyond Sans, Frisk saw something strange. Something white, and floaty. Something that was looking back. A ghost. Without so much as a shout, Frisk took off into the forest. 

“there it is” Sans put his hat back on, “now where are we.” He looked around himself, at the sky, at the nearby stream. “right, okay. kid come here, i’m takin’ you baaaaa-aaand their gone.” Sans watched as Frisk disappeared behind a standing of trees. “papyrus was never this much work.” 

“Sans?” 

“oh, hey blooks, whatcha’ doin’ so far down the mountain?” 

“Alphys needed a specific plant. Golden root. It doesn’t grow up near the mill.” Napstablook floated out from around the tree,

“right, too cold. i think i saw some just over here.” Sans waltzed over and pointed at a cluster of golden flowers growing in direct sunlight.

“Alphys is going to be so happy we found this.”

“is she out here too?”

“Yah, she’s just over-”

A scream cut through the air. Napstablook jumped and hid behind Sans, who sighed. 

oO0Oo

Frisk hadn't gone very far before getting control of themselves. It was silly to be running away from Sans in a forest where they didn’t know where they were. Even if there was a ghost. They turned around to head back. 

A little yellow monster was watching them, standing statue still, eyes wide. They stared at each other for a few moments. Then Frisk waved, and the monster screamed.

“Wh-what! H-how did you get up here!?” The Monster dashed behind a tree. “G-go away!” 

For some reason Frisk felt a twinge of accomplishment at the sight of the yellow monster, but they pushed it out of the way and walked over to her. Trying to calm the monster down, making “It’s okay I won't hurt you” sounds.  

“No. no. Go away! P-please!” She walked backwards around the tree, “stop fallow-ah!” She tripped on a root and fell over backwards. 

“alphys?” Sans walked into the clearing, Napstablook right behind. 

“Sans, t-thank g-goodness. You have t-to help me! Theres a-a human here!” 

Sans helped her to her feet. “uh, yah. i can explain that actually.” 

At that moment Frisk saw Napstablook again and panicked. Running over to hide behind Sans. This in turn frightened Alphys, who ran around to be on the other side of Sans.

“Here Alphys, we found the golden root.” Napstablook floated forward, holding out the flowers. Frisk, scooted around Sans to be further away from the ghost, making Alphys squeak in fear, and scoot around to be further away from the human.

“thats enough ring around the skeleton.” Sans laughed, grabbing them both, setting them on opposite sides of himself.  

“How did a human get here?” Alphys asked, keeping her distance from Frisk, apprehensive.

“that’s sort of my fault actually. i was coming here and they, well…jumped me.” Sans looked down at Frisk who was still cowering behind him.”kid, what are you doing?” 

Frisk pointed a shaky finger at Napstablook. 

“what? blook? you telln’ me you’ll willingly run into a slum full of monsters, but ghosts are where you draw the line?” 

Frisk shook their head and buried their face into Sans’ shirt. “come on, whats one more monster?”

“Technically I’m not a monster though. I’m a dead human.”

“still.” Sans pushes Frisk toward Napstablook. “kid this is napstablook. blook this is frisk.” Frisk walked forward tentatively. 

“Oh, um, hello,” Napstablook waved. “It’s nice to meet you”

Frisk waved back. 

“there see. you stop beein’ scared, and you got to meet a real live ghost.” 

Napstablook paused, repeating Sans’ words to himself, then realized the pun. “S-sans! Thats not funny!” 

“heh heh, sorry couldn’t help it.” he shrugged. “al we found your golden root.” He looked around but she wasn’t next to him any more, instead she was standing some ways off. “alphys? don’t tell me your suddenly scared of the blooks too?”

“N-no. of corse not, it’s the…them.” She points at frisk. 

“really? i know you don't like humans, but this is just a kid. they can't hurt you.”

“B-but they can tell other humans where I am. And b-besides y-you said you wouldn’t bring anyone here u-unless you ask first.” She pouted. 

“i didn’t bring them here on purpose, they jumped me.”

“Oh…w-well, t-they can still bring more humans here!”

“nah, like i said we took a short cut. even if the kid intended on tellin’ someone where you are, they couldn’t.” 

Alphys stepped out from behind the tree. “Are you sure its safe?”

“mostly.”

“Promise?” “never.”

“Sans! Come on be serious!”

“Did I hear someone say Sans?” Came a voice from behind a grouping of trees. A tall pale man stepped into view. He was dressed in the latest French fashion. His long legs were made of ceramic and jointed like a dolls. 

“Oh my dear, there you are.” He simpered, gracefully walking over to Sans. “You did have me worried, you know you were supposed to be here yesterday. You do remember that, don’t you?”

“yah, sorry, i got a little tied up.”

“Mmhmm? Well I’m glad you finally came by. My readers would be devastated if they were deprived of my wisdom. One woman wrote asking me about what she should ware to a ball this evening. I guess she will have to just decide on her own. Come come, lets go to the mill. They can put the rest of my response in the morning run.” 

Without question the group fallowed behind Mettaton, except for Alphys. “Wh-whait!” She stammered, fidgeting with the joints on her prosthetic claw. “I think maybe y-you should, um, take the human away?” 

Mettaton spun around gracefully, “Human?” He spotted Frisk, and sauntered over. “Forgive me, I didn’t see you. Are you a rogue fan come to see Auntie Mettaton in person?” 

“don’t think the kid can read yet, ton.” 

“Nonsense, your never too young for my advice.” 

“s’not what I meant.”

“Let me see. You probably want a bit of help with your colors, yes? Lucky for you I happen to have some swatches at the mill. Come now little star, I shall guide you on the path to fashionableness.” Mettaton took Frisk by the hand and led them away toward the mill. 

“B-but! drat.” Alphys mumbled. Sans put a hand on her shoulder, the two of them fallowed behind the group. 

He was about ninety percent sure that the kid was nothing to worry about, just a bit of a nuisance really. But that other ten percent, that nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. He tried to look at the kids stats again, and as before they were normal. But for just a split second he thought he saw something, something hiding behind the normal. Then his socket began to ache so he closed it, running  a finger over the cracks. It was hurting a lot more lately, maybe he wasn’t getting enough sleep, or maybe the wether was changing. 

“storms rollin in.” He mumbled, looking at the perfectly blue sky. 

oO0Oo

The rest of the day passed rather pleasantly. After about an hour, Alphys seemed to warm up to the presence of the child. Her mind turning from agitation to more important things. She struck up a conversation with Sans about her current experiment, taking him into the back room to ask his advice. He fallowed happily, always glad to be back in the apothecary. 

Mettaton went about helping Frisk become a more fashionable young human. How to walk, how to stand, how to hold a tea cup in a way that told everyone else in the room that you were important and should be noticed. As for colors, Frisk was instructed to were more warm colors, such as red, and warned away from green in any form. 

Napstablook was convinced into playing something on his fiddle so Mettaton could instruct Frisk in the ways of dance, which the child picked up rather quickly. “a star pupal” Mettaton had commented, after barley tweaking the Childs posture.  

“There you go, one two three, one two three. You are a natural, little star.” Mettaton praised Frisk who giggled in happy response. “I haven’t had a decent dance partner since before the accident.” He sighed wistfully “ Ah but that was the past. Now is now. And now I have you little star.” He twirled Frisk. 

When the sun began to set over the mountain Mettaton gave Sans his replies for the paper, baying him to take them quickly to the press to be printed. Sans assured him they would be on time, and that he would bring a copy as soon as it was available. Frisk said goodby to their new friends, and then took Sans’ hand.

Sans surprised himself by not being bothered by this, as he had been. Remembering back to a time when he and his brother would go everywhere hand in hand. It was hard not to get nostalgic with this kid around, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. He shrugged it off, quickly doing the calculations in his head to teleport them to the entrance to the slum. 

“alright kiddo.,there’s your nanny. get going before she starts another witch hunt. oh and uh, don’t mention alphys, i think she would faint dead away if she thought you were tellin’ people about her. kay?” 

Frisk didn’t respond to this, rubbing their eyes and yawning. Leaning heavily against Sans arm. 

“right. okay go on.” He give Frisk a little nudge. Frisk began to run over to Nanny, but turned around, running back to Sans to give him a hug.

“alright, alright.” He mumbled patting the kid on the head. “your nanny’s watin’”  Frisk cooed at the pat, then let go, ready to go home and sleep. Sans tipped his hat to Obedience, who nodded curtly. 

“Let’s head home.” Nanny opened the door to the carriage. The professor was waiting inside, Frisk, stoped getting in the carriage, nervous at her sudden appearance.

“Hello Frisk. Have a seat.” She waved to the bench across from here. Nanny helped Frisk inside and sat them down. “I’m very exited to here about your day.” The professor said,  pulling something, out of her pocket. “Why don’t you tell me all about it?” She ran her finger over the polished surface of a small brass bell.

The door of the carriage closed and it took off. Sans found himself waving at it as it drove away, a soft ringing drifting to him on the twilight breeze. He slowly put his hand in his pocket, and looked around, a little embarrassed. There was no one around however. Just the guards at the gate who were paying him no mind. With a yawn he stepped back behind the walls of the slum. First he would take Mettaton’s replies to the paper, then he would head over to Grillby’s. Just a small brake before he had to head down to the docks for the Muffet job, he thought to himself, whistling the tune that Napstablook had played earlier that day.  

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Hello, hello, and greetings!

Alright so first of all I want to say a big thank you to everyone for being so understanding and supportive of the formatting change. You are all lovely!

I am still bummed about the ‘no art in the story’ thing that's going on here, though. I was thinking about trying something new. Such as writing out the story and putting it on top of pictures and uploading it as an image file, like a children's story book sort of. Little illustrations with lots of text. I don't know if this will work, or be readable. So I wanted to do a test, but I didn't want to go to all the trouble if you guys didn't want it. Also this would mean it will take a little longer for the next part of the story. I have it written, but not illustrated.

SO! The question is. Do I:

Try out this new format. I want the pictures back!

Just upload the next part of the story already!!!

Looking forward to your impute, it means alot to me!

-Capitan Alamort

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Revolution Tale Chapter 4 pt 2

4 (continued)

The night drew closely around the manor, dark and deep. Out there in the inky black where people were divided, you could almost taste the discontentment on the air. The cold stuck to skin and bone alike, leaving no doubt in the minds of the affected that a change would have to come. Whether naturally or by force was the only question left to answer. The night creped up the stone side of the house, looking for a way in, a way to carry its negative air to the people who resided within. But up on the second floor it was forced to shrink away from a bright light, and the sound of children laughing. Seven children to be exact, all brought from different corners of the world to live as siblings under one roof. 

The oldest was named Theodore who wore purple, then came Azelie in dark blue, and Cara in green. After that are Chun-hei and Fernando in yellow and orange respectively.Finally the two youngest, Lueam in light blue and then Frisk, who you know already. 

They all laughed and clapped for Frisk, who had just finished a performance to inform the other children of their day. Frisk bowed dramatically, and giggled. It had been a long day filled with adventure and new friends, and while it had been nice to see more of the world it was also comforting to be back in the nursery with their siblings. All thoughts of sadness and worry from earlier that evening had gone, replaced with the excitement of what tomorrow would bring.

“What is all this noise?” Nanny aksed from the door. She shifted a pitcher and basin in her arms skillfully, shutting the nursery door behind her with her foot. “Not having fun without me I hope.” She smiled warmly.  

“Nanny!” Chorused four of the seven children. Fernando and Chun-hei jumped to their feet and ran over to her, Azelie, Cara, and Luam, close behind. Frisk and Theodore stayed behind on the beds, watching from a distance. 

“Frisk was telling us about what happened today!” Chun-hei hopped along behind Nanny. 

“Is it true?” Azelie chimed in.

Nanny reached her destination, a table opposite the bed 

where Frisk sat. “Is what true?”She asked, putting a towel into the basin and pouring the warmed water from the pitcher over it.

“Did the monster save frisk?” 

Nanny set the pitcher to the side, “yes, I suppose he did 

Strange as it seems.” She said her voice, soft and confused. It was odd to her that a monster would go out of its way to protect a child, it was contrary to what the professor had told her, and the professor was never wrong. She shook her head slightly to clear it, “Frisk come over here please.” 

Frisk hopped down off the bed, doing as instructed. 

“You missed bathtime, so a quick wipe down will have to do.” She picked up the toddler and set them down in a chair, ringing out the towel and wiping the childs face. “Huh…you're practically clean, how odd. It’s like you already had a bath today.”

“Does that mean that monsters aren't really bad guys?” Cara aked from the other side of the table, Luam was beside her, just his eyes peeking up over the edge. 

“What has the professor told you?” Nanny put the rag back 

into the bowel, there was no point in cleaning a clean child.

“Monsters want to kill all humans,” They all recited, a montra they all had memorized. 

“But frisk said they are going to be friends with the monster.” Chun-hei countered.

“They also said all the monsters are nice. So are they bad guys or not?” Cara added. Beside her Luam signed. “And Luam wants to know if that means we can be friends with them too.” Cara translated. 

“It's not as simple as that.” 

From behind them came the voice of Theodore, one simple command. “Explain” 

Nanny sighed. She knew now that Theodore was invested there was no way she would get out of the conversation. Once he had the desire to know something, nothing could stop him till he had an answer.

“Listen my dears.” She sat down, placing Frisk in her lap, “The only thing you need to know is what the General tells you. He has everything under control, he knows what's best. All these thoughts on good or bad don't matter in the end.”

“But what about Frisk making friends with the monsters?” Fernando looked to Chun-hei and she nodded, “Yah, what about the general saying Frisk should be friends with them?”

“He has given Frisk a very important mission, even if it doesn't make sense, it's what he has decided. So it's what will be done. Alright?’

“Yes nanny.” The five of them coursed, Frisk and Theodore remaining silent.

“Good, let's get you all into bed.” She got to her feet as the children whined. “Now now, I let you stay up until Frisk got back. It's late. Time to sleep.”

.oO0Oo.

Grillbys pub was full of life and noise despite the late hour. From inside the light glowed warmly, inviting monsters off the streets for a bit of company and good food. It was a ramshackle building, like the others surrounding it, but on the outside was a nicely curved wooden sign stating its name proudly. It was probably the nicest looking bit of architecture in the slum, making the pub all the more inviting.

“FWAHAHAHAHA!” Undyne's laugh bellowed above the rest of the noise. “SANS!? A NANNY!?” 

“go ahead, laugh at my pain.” Sans grumbled, he was leaning over the bar, resting his boney cheek on its smooth polished surface. The coolness of the wood felt nice on his bruises. The candy had upped his hp, but it hasn't completely healed his injuries. He made a mental note to talk to Alphys, the recipe would need to be tweaked some.

“Oh man.” Undyne wiped a tear from her eye, “what an image. You walk around with a little human on your heels, the spitting image of a mother hen.”

Between them Papyrus was hiding his amused grin behind a mug of sarsaparilla. 

“it can't be that odd of an idea, i mean i did practically raise this guy.” Sans wrapped his arm around Papyrus shoulders, “he turned out pretty okay.”

“YOU MEAN GREAT,” Papyrus corrected.

“no one grater.” Sans amended. Grillby set a plate down on the bar in front of Sans, then held out a fork. “geeze grills, i only asked for a tomato, you didn't have to go cut it up and plate it.”

“Last time I gave you a whole tomato when you bit into it you squirted juice everywhere.” Grillby held out the fork again.

Sans took it, “you’ll have to fork-give me for that. It 

was overly ripe.” He skewered a wedge of tomato, “besides i’ve gotten kind of used to bein’ covered in tomato.”

“WELL I HAVE NOT, AND WE JUST GOT YOU CLEAN, SO YOU BETTER BE CAREFUL.” 

Sans held his fork with his pinky out, then daintily took a small bite of his food, finishing off his act by dabbing his mouth with a napkin. 

“STOP IT” Papyrus said, swatting the brim of Sans’ hat so it fell into his eyes, Sans laughed. 

“When’s the kid gonna show up?” Undyne asked. Sans 

paused, thinking back to the conversation. Did the General say anything about timing? 

“uh…tomorrow.” 

“I know, but what time tomorrow?” 

Sans Shrugged. “he didn't really say.” He took his hat off 

and ran a hand over his skull. “actually, with all the talkin’ he did, he didn't say much.” 

“So you don’t know anything? That doesn't give us much to start with.”

“i wouldn't say i don't know anything. i know that the professor didn't seem to like me very mu-wate.” Sans squinted suspiciously at Undyne. “what do you mean ‘not much to start with’?”

“For the plan.”

“what plan?”

“We trick the kid into giving us information on the enemy.”

Now it was Sans’ turn to look amused. “what?” 

“You gain the kids' trust, then trick them into giving up information. It's a simple plan.”

Sans laughed, “information? from a toddler?” 

“Yes.”

“a simple plan? no. a plan made by a simpleton…” Sans shrugged, and trailed off, eating more of his fruit. 

“What was that you just called me?” Undine got up from her stool, her grip on the bar made the wood creak.

Grillby laid his hand atop hers, causing her to hiss and pull her hand away. She shook it to cool it off, then glared over at Grillby. He pointed at a sign behind him that read

‘No fighting! 

‘Cool off or get burned.’

“If you break my bar I'll drag you up the mountain to chop me down a new tree to replace it. And you,” He turned to Sans, and glared, sparks flying from atop his head. Sans stopped snickering and put on a serious face. 

“sorry grills, i’ll behave.”

Grillby walked away to a new patron, not taking his gaze from Sans, pointing a finger at him accusatory.

The three friends sat in silence for a little bit. Undyne taking deep breaths trying to convince herself that taking Sans outside to dust him wasn't actually a great idea.

“Okay, as I was saying. You are going to gain the brats trust, then when it likes you, you get it to spill the beans.”

“alright, let me know how that works out for ya’.” Sans hopped down off his stool. “i'm goin’ ta’ bed.” He yawned.

“Oh no you dont.” Undyne quickly overtook him with her long strides, blocking his way out. “We still have to go talk to Asgore.”

Sans let out an annoyed moan, “haven’t i been interrogated enough for one day? can we do this tomorrow?”

“COME NOW SANS.” Papyrus placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. “ASGORE WAS KIND ENOUGH TO WAIT UNTILL NOW TO TALK TO YOU SO YOU COULD EAT AND CLEAN UP. LET'S NOT MAKE HIM WAIT ANY MORE.” 

Finally, Sans nodded in agreement. “fine. lets goat-ell asgore what i’ve been up to then.” 

(( PEOPLE READING FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!!! Yes the story will be in written form from now on, you are in the right place (^~^) Sorry for the confession! 

I hope this is how I'm supposed to post stories on Tumblr, I've never done it before. If there is a better way and you know it then please tell me!

Im unsure how to add picks to the writing also (^^;). Ill draw picks to go with the chapter and just upload them to my regular gallery until I figure it out. I haven't drawn them yet because I feel bad for making you wait so long and didn't want to make the time longer. 

So~let me know if there are any mistakes iI'e made with the formatting and ill try to fix it. 

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Oh Holly Cow, It Me

I have officially broken my RT vacation and am almost done writing the first part of the next chapter, but I have a question.

Would you rather:

A) Shorter chapters, more frequent updates.

B) Longer chapters, longer waiting.

I just want to say again how honored I am that you stuck with me through this. I was having a really tough time, and this bit of rest really did me good. I feel refreshed and ready to start working again! Thank you all so so much for your support! I love you!

-Capitan Alamort

p.s. burn out sucks, so take care of yourself!

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The clan Molly is most important, for she is the one who watches over the kittens till they hatch.

Wanted to draw something really bright and fun. Let me know what you think (^~^)

Stickers and prints available on my RedBubble!

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When I tried to upload this picture Tumbler said my the file was too big. Thats never happened to me before, I wonder what I did different this time to make it so big. Anyway, heres a slightly fuzzy screenshot of my latest arts. Whats your thinks?

Stickers and prints available on my RedBubble!

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Sorry...

I am SO So sorry for vanishing for so long. I have been struggling with some mental health stuff and had to stop looking at the internet. I'm not fishing for pity, I just feel like I owe you an explanation.

Im still not doing super duper grate, but I don't want to keep being gone. I want to participate in art and talk to you all again. I'm not going to make any promises, because I don't know if I'll be able to keep them, but I do want to draw more and maybe write little stories. I like taking your requests and stuff. I think I may start streaming on youtube every once and a while. Super chill Draw with me type stuff. Just to hang out and draw with some of you and get requests. If I do I'll always post an alert here and on DA so if you want to drop in and hang out then you can.

Anyway. I hope you are all doing well, I've missed interacting with you.

-Alamort

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Prints, stickers, cards, ect. available on my RedBubble

If you have a helpful critique I would love to hear it (^~^) 

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A Clown and Her Unicorn

Hey hey! I promise I am working on RT! Sorry it's taking a long time. I just had a bit of a bad brain moment...but I drew a clown on a unicorn and I'm feeling better now. 

If you want to buy an art print of this pice, or some of my other pices they are avalible on my RedBubble! : www.redbubble.com/people/Alamo…

Let me know what you think!!