This universe was created on the theme of AU Undertale, but it has a close connection with the theme of Handplates, I would say something similar to a parallel version if Dr. Gaster "existed" a third subject, the so-called 3-Y, or otherwise 3-A. In other words, when Gaster did not expect the appearance of his "third creation" at all, under no circumstances, and the damaged capsule decided for him, which created one of the previous two subjects (1-S and 2-P).
Which character do I pay the most attention to? Absolutely right, 3-A, since she is a heroine is full of riddles and mysteries, despite the fact that we know the three characters themselves quite well as Gaster, 1-S and 2-P. We know their relationship to each other, their opinions on life and the story monsters and humans, their abilities and many other factors, but not the 3-A itself, which is part of this Underhand franchise.
I'm sorry that the 3-A physique is closer to the male type, but I'm still learning how to draw similar characters, so don't throw "BONES" at me. Anyway, this is only the first time I'm drawing my characters on the Undertale theme, heh. -ˊ▿ˋ-"
Sooo, not too long ago I was binging seasons 1 and 2 of Handplates, and this idea kinda came to me. I essentially spent the following few hours writing a scene based on that idea. You can read Handplates HERE
Handplates is by @zarla-s
Undertale is by Toby Fox
The loud whir of a screwdriver echoes through the lab, bouncing off of metal walls and half packed boxes of supplies. Gaster sits with 2-P, working carefully as 1-S sits nearby. His toes are curled up, eyes narrowed; but he doesn’t make a move.
“Shouldn’t it be hurting..?” 2-P watches his skeletal hand, his forehead sweating. Gaster stops the drill for a moment to place a screw on the table.
“The painkillers stop you from feeling it.”
This seems to upset 1-S, “you mean you could’ve just used them this WHOLE TIME?!” The drill cuts him off before he can say anything more. A moment later, another screw clatters onto the table.
“He’s using them now!” 2-P calls out from behind him. “And he’s been doing a whole lot better, might I add! When was the last time he hurt us?”
1-S can’t help but sigh, “I know, but just-”
“Three whole weeks!” 2-P quips. “Or- more than that. Almost a month, I believe!”
With two more rounds of drilling and two more screws removed. The screwdriver is placed onto the table. In a quiet moment riddled with anticipation, a sheet of metal joins the screws on the table.
‘WDG-2 P’.
2-P stands up after Gaster’s healing magic takes effect, studying his newly freed hand. Gaster looks up at the smaller skeleton, “You’re next, 1-S.”
When 1-S doesn’t come to him, Gaster lets out a huff. “Do you want it off or not?”
That seems to do it. 1-S goes and sits down where his brother had, Gaster now taking the screwdriver and meticulously aligning it with one of the handplate’s screws. When the first round of drilling passes, 1-S sits up straight.
“Why the change of heart, anyway?”
“We all know, brother!” 2-P takes his attention off of his hand. “He’s been improving! He’s been gradually coming to terms with his actions, and making amends for them!” 1-S narrows his eyes at Gaster.
“It’s more than that.”
The old skeleton removes two more screws before answering. He pauses, his tone softening ever so slightly, “I failed to do what I needed in time.”
“In time? So there was a time limit for how long you had to torment us?” the snarky side of 1-S returns.
“I suppose,” the doctor finishes with the last screw, and with it, the plate comes off. ‘WDG-1 S’. 1-S retracts and studies his hand once it’s healed. It feels so much lighter.
“So everything you did to us was really for nothing, huh?”
“It is now.”
“What happened, then?”
Gaster pauses again, “hm?”
“What happened to make things too late?” 1-S leans back in his chair, studying the weary skeleton.
Gaster takes in a long moment of silence, turning off the drill and putting the screws away, “that doesn’t matter.”
“Well that doesn’t answer my question.”
2-P cuts in, “what matters is that he’s changed for the better! He didn’t have to take these off! And he even gave us books and photos about the outside!”
Gaster takes 2-P’s cut in to get out of the conversation, “I’ll be a few minutes. Stay here.” He leaves 1-S and 2-P alone in the open room. After a moment of silence, 1-S spins his attention to his brother.
“The exit should be where he left, right? C’mon, we don’t have much time.”
“He’s been good to us, why would we need to escape?”
1-S starts to hurry out of the room,“he could relapse, that’s why! Sure, he’s changed, but no way am I taking any chances with him, alright?”
In a moment of pressure, 2-P follows his brother.
The old skeleton stands near the exit, packing things into bags. Gaster grumbles when he notices the taller 2-P peek around the corner, “what did I tell you about staying put?” When 2-P retreats out of view, Gaster lets out a tired sigh. “You know what? Both of you just stay here…”
Both skeletons come back into view, now curious at what Gaster was doing. He had two full backpacks ready. A pair of clothes laid on top of each bag.
“Get changed, you two.”
Both skeletons are puzzled, but change from their gowns to the jacket, pants, and shoes anyway. 1-S narrows his eyes as he looks inside one of the backpacks, “What’s with all of this?”
“Someone else did what had to be done. I have no use for you two anymore. I’m sure you both want nothing to do with me, either.”
2-P lights up, “you mean you’re letting us outside?”
“Yes.”
1-S is in disbelief, “Just like that?”
“The backpacks will have everything you need,” Gaster lets the two smaller skeletons pick up the bags as he turns to the door. Placing his hand on the sensor, the door slides open, revealing the volcanic landscape of Hotland.
A moment of stunned awe passes through both 1-S and 2-P, before they both rush out to experience the outside for the first time. While 1-S fully basks his attention at the first taste of freedom, 2-P glances back at Gaster. He’s still standing in the lab.
“You’re not coming with us?”
“It’s better this way.”
“That’s okay! Maybe we can see eachother again!”
But 2-P’s brother stops that thought, “I don’t think that’s happening, bro.”
“Your b-... Your brother is right, 2-P,” Gaster is still processing everything that was happening. So much was changing, and so fast.
“So that’s it?” 1-S is also processing the situation, “we’re both free now?”
“We’re all free now.”
Gaster closes the door, leaving his two former subjects outside.
-END-
Well, this was quite different compared to what I usually post, but nonetheless I hoped y’all appreciated and enjoyed the read! Don’t forget to like, reblog, and consider following!
Can you write a little fluffy piece of you and Auston in present time with being separated because of covid and all
Here you are my dear! It turned out longer than anticipated but oh welllll
Word count: 1.7k
Quarantine sucks, to put it simply. Places are closed, events have been cancelled, everyone is expected to stay home unless it’s essential to leave, and to make it all worse, you and Auston are spending it in different countries.
A week after the NHL announced the suspension of the remainder of the season, Auston flew back to Scottsdale. Seeing as this was before things got too intense, you still had to work and insisted that he go without you. Your office had plans to shut down by the end of that week as a precaution for the pandemic. After that, you knew you would be off for at least two weeks, so the plan was for you to fly to Scottsdale to be with your boyfriend then; but that never happened.
The severity of the situation got real bad real fast, and you were no longer able to travel. Therefore, you ended up having to stay in Toronto alone.
Auston remembers getting the text saying you had cancelled your flight as if it just happened yesterday. He had just woken up, that three-hour time difference between the two cities not helping the situation at all, and was quick in calling you to ask why.
“Aus, you should see the news,” you explained to him. “It’s a whole mess out there, and it only seems to be getting worse. Places are closing down, people are buying ridiculous amounts of toilet paper, and the government is advising that people don’t travel. Trudeau is closing the border, babe. I want to be there with you; I really do. I miss you so much already, but I don’t think I should leave Toronto just yet. Surely, this won’t take too long to blow over, and I’ll be there sooner than we both know it.”
Clearly, that was a bold assumption for you to make because over two weeks have gone by, and the two of you are still separated.
Auston still cannot get over the fact that you got stuck, and alone of all things. He hasn’t stopped beating himself up over it either. In Toronto, you don’t have a roommate to hang out with, seeing as it’s just you and Auston that live in your unit, and that alone only has made him feel so much worse about everything.
With social distancing, you can’t just go over to Mitch and Steph’s like you usually would either. Although it’s gotten to the point where the two have invited you to just stay with them until this all blows over, you keep saying no out of fear that you may have come in contact with the virus and could pass it on to them. That just wouldn’t be fair.
So, all that you really can do now is suck it up and try to make the most out of your isolation, even though it’s really hard sometimes. And god, do you miss your people. Without there being much to do other than the odd thing for work; all you’ve done is clean the condo, get groceries when you need them, watch a lot of Netflix, talk with Steph all while trolling Mitch in the comments on his Twitch streams, and of course, FaceTime you boyfriend as much as possible.
Regardless of how hard you’ve tried, you just haven’t been able to develop a routine you feel motivated enough to stick to. It’s a depressing time. So, the fact that you’re flopped on your bed, staring at the ceiling, with a half-empty bottle of wine resting next to you on the bedside table, and Champagne Supernova blaring from your Bluetooth speaker late on a Friday night; really shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. You’re in quarantine; you’re allowed to mope.
Completely and utterly bored with your current situation, you roll over onto your side to grab your phone and wine from the table. Ignoring the empty wine glass that was there too, you settle on taking a swig right from the bottle and smiling sadly at the adorable picture of you and Auston that’s set as your lock screen. The image was from last summer when the two of you were on vacation with his family and just makes you feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside, even though it makes you long for how easy times were before all of this.
Great, another wave of depression.
Shaking your head clear of the intruding thoughts that decided to creep into your mind, you unlock your phone and start scrolling through social media… again. After opening Twitter and quickly getting bored with the content on there, you move to Instagram to see what the people and celebrities you follow are up too on there, only to be met by a picture posted by your boyfriend as soon as the app loads.
“No, why!?” You groan and flop onto your back again dramatically. You’re lucky the bottle of wine you’re holding is almost gone, or else it probably would have spilt everywhere with your dramatics, which you’re aware of, but really couldn’t care less about. After a moment of just laying there in silence, you eventually sit back up to take another sip of wine before setting it on the table and unlocking your phone, so you can really take in this new picture.
Everything about the picture feels like a direct attack. Not only is the scenery stunning with the beautiful Arizona sunset in the background, the image also consists of Auston looking fine as hell, shirtless, wearing one of the many snapbacks he owns to keep his hair out of his face, all while supposedly ‘discovering portrait mode.’ Honestly, how dare he?
You just can’t seem to look away. It’s such a good picture and man does it make you miss him even more. Without giving it a second thought, you close out of the app and open FaceTime, suddenly overcome by an intense feeling of neediness.
Luckily for you, it doesn’t take long for him to answer the call.
“Hey, babe,” he greets before taking a sip of water and plopping down onto his couch. He’s still shirtless, wearing the same snapback, and the sun is still clearly setting out the large windows behind him, which makes it clear that this is a very new picture you just experienced, and you’re unsure if that makes you feel better or worse. “What’s up?”
“I miss you,” you pout and let out a sigh. “So much. And then you had to go and post that on Instagram, which was just rude on your part in complete honesty.”
“Sorry,” he chuckles and shakes his head while you roll your eyes at him. “I miss you too. How was your day?”
“Kind of not great,” you tell him honestly. “I’ve been feeling pretty down.”
“Ah, so that’s why I can hear Oasis playing.”
“They’re on my sad girl hours playlist, alright? What do you want from me?”
“I know they are,” he laughs again, but it isn’t long until his expression grows serious. “And nothing, other than for you to talk to me about what’s bugging you. What’s going on?”
Damn, he knows you well and is so good at easing into these types of conversations.
“It’s just,” you start and take a deep breath in hopes the tears you already feel pricking your eyes don’t decide to overflow. “I miss you, and our friends, and how life was before all of this. I know it’s only been two weeks, but Aus, I feel so alone. And don’t you dare try to blame yourself for that, ok? You’ve done so much for me already even though you’re so far away and honestly, just talking with you helps a lot. It reminds me that I’m not alone. That there’s a lot of people out there who love and care about me, it just sucks so bad being stuck here and it’s messing with my mental health quite a bit.”
“I know, babe, I know,” he soothes and lets out a sigh. “I want nothing more than to be with you right now. Whether that be here or there, I wouldn’t care. I just miss you so much, and I’m so sorry you’re feeling the way that you do. I know that me telling you all of this may not mean much seeing as I’m in a different freaking country, but I mean it. I love you and am always here to talk if you want to.”
Now you’re crying.
“I love you a whole lot.”
“Oh, no, please don’t cry, I-,” he apologizes, but you just shake your head.
“No, it’s ok,” you tell him and use the sleeve of his Maple Leafs sweater you’re wearing to wipe away the tears that broke free. “It feels good to let it all out, you know? Thank you for making me feel comfortable enough to do that.”
“Of course, anytime,” he assures you softly. “I’m always here. And I hope you know that as soon as we’re out of this, you’re not leaving my side. If you thought you could get sick of me before, just wait until we’re back in the same place together.”
“I could never get sick of you, Aus,” you chuckle and shake your head at how dramatic he’s being.
“If quarantine has made me realize anything, it’s never to take the time I get with you for granted ever again,” he explains, making your heart swell with affection. “I mean it.”
“I know,” you reply and smile at him. “The feeling’s mutual. I can’t wait to see you in person again.”
“Me neither. Going to hold on to you a little tighter, that’s for sure.”
He goes on to ask about the positives of your day, and you spend the next little bit telling him all you’ve accomplished in your free time and asking him about his day. After a while of chatting with your boyfriend, you eventually crawl into bed while remaining on the call, and attempt to watch an episode of Ozark together.
You end up falling asleep while on FaceTime, and Auston can’t help but smile at the peaceful image of you sleeping on his phone screen. Knowing he should probably start getting ready for bed soon too, Auston quietly reminds you that he loves you and hangs up before sending you a sweet text to wake up to and forcing himself to think about how all of this will be over soon and he’ll be back with you in no time.
