#antitale

[ant1quar1an]

Diary Entries [Part 1]

A dusty, torn old book sits in Killer's hands. The ink on the yellowed paper has long since dried, and there are prominent tears in the leather covering- almost as if someone had been in the process of shredding through it before having to abandon it quickly.

Overcome by curiosity, he flicked it open to the first page.

Day 1

A new day has dawned, and with it, comes an... interesting discovery.

All that experimentation with the dead royal's determination has... well. It had side effects.

An infection. Not unlike what I've heard Frisk describe during their genocide routes- an urge to kill, despite the logic that it wasn't necessary, or important in any capacity. It didn't help anyone, but it was alluring. Something to fixate on.

(Killer could feel himself cringing slightly as he read it.)

It's infected Undyne so far. King Asgore has sent me out on yet another mission to track down the infection, since I'm the only one, apparently, that can CHECK SOULs to find the traces. (Admittedly though- I don't really know what I'm looking for.)

Naturally, Alphys is pretty distraught about Undyne- having had a crush on her for who knows how long.

The uh- we don't know what stage the infection is, or what the stages are defined as- but it's... shown pretty prominently that, while Undyne's mentally there and her body hasn't changed at all, she's...

hungry.

Not for food, or in a cannibalistic way. For EXP.

She can't be trusted outside of her cell- she nearly ripped Dogamy's arm off earlier for getting too close.

She seems confused about her own actions, too, but not...

remorseful. She didn't even flinch or blink.

Just...

(Killer gets the sense it took a while for the author to continue)

... like it was natural. Slightly confused, because she knows she hadn't felt it before, but not concerned.

It's quite interesting, really !

Heh...

Oh boy. Sure do hope that no one else significant is infected with whatever this is.

I'm looking at you, Asgore.

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Anyway Killer's discovered a journal in a mysterious dead AU that he got dropped into by Nightmare (because apparently it registered as "Positive" for some reason)

[aksolawdle]

anti ttale number third

ok number three of them.

papyrus usually works for the royal guard, but he's on vacation during the events of antitale. he's promised to asgore that he'll keep any humans safe during their journey through the sunbeam outbacks. alphys was too nervous to let him down, so he feels no need to capture humans.

glam dummy is a dummy who has a secret human fan club with him and alphys as the only members. someday he wants to have his own tv network, so he constantly practices lines in the dumps of Autumnfall. he also doesn't really like the body he inhabits that much...

robots 98 and 100 are an original role. they're a bumbling tag-team duo of robots. they were originally created by alphys to capture any fallen humans, but errors in their coding (and them being alphys' first AIs) caused them to be very VERY incompetent. 98's more pessimistic while 100's really passionate and excitable.

[alphys-enthusiasm-blog]

Antitale Alphys, designed by Ander-the-Enderman on DA, drawn by @rabbitpietales with permission.

I’m on a mission to draw all the AU Alphyses I can!

[ant1quar1an]

... it was the first time Killer had felt fear in a long time.

"You can try to kill me, Colour, but i'm taking you down with me."

Anti's voice was much sharper than he was used to- dangerous. Venom dripped from his tone, deadly grin hiding the guttural, ribcage-shaking snarl that had torn past his clenched teeth mere seconds ago.

Colour's magic flared sharply, a fierce look on his face- despite the nervousness and concern clearly showing in the brilliant flame.

"damn it, anti, why won't you let anyone help you!?"

"It's none of your fucking-" The air shuddered, growing completely still. The tension dissipated, leaving behind a cold, cold atmosphere.

...

Anti took a step back, cursing beneath his breath before dissipating in a shortcut. The sharp scent of pine and petrichor was all that lingered in his absense.

.

Had Anti's HP just ticked down?

[ant1quar1an]

"god fucking damn it." The test tubes nearly clutter to the floor as the spikes along his spine nearly tear through the fabric covering most of his upper body.

His breath comes in sharp gasps and his SOUL strains inside of his ribcage, magic lashing out and sinking it's deadly claws into the once-delicate bone making up his ribs.

A guttural snarl tears itself from his mouth as the sound of a predator's footsteps register.

i don't have enough time for this.

he gives one last near-desperate glance at the carefully considered research before sprinting out of the lab, steps barely making any sound on the firm concrete and dust underfoot.

please, please let me be close.

The underground's population could only be around for so long- and as soon as it was up, he was royally fucked.

... but he couldn't deny the wryly amusement he felt towards it.

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He definitely tried

... But did he succeed?

[ant1quar1an]

Anti's hand hesitates over the research, brows furrowed beneath the void his hat cast over his glowing, white sockets.

Entry 257, Month 10, day 23 of the Infection.

I can feel it crawling in my magic, seeping through the miniscule cracks in my forearms and covering my hands. It's itchy- everything's itchy.

It's always itchy.

Entry 175, Month 6, day 5 of the Infection.

It's well and truly hit solidly now. My stages are flickering through each other more and more, no matter how much i attempt to use the earlier methods I've learned.

A shame I can't push my SOUL further away from my body without seriously risking myself crumbling to dust if someone were to even briefly make contact.

He lets another breath escape his chest, well aware of the absence of danger in this AU.

He'd killed everyone else, after all.

"There's only so many days left," Anti murmured to himself, tone still chipper despite the grave situation he was being dragged into.

He didn't have enough time.

He found his hidden eyelights focusing on the abandoned test tube. The silvery-yellow liquid taunted him- glimmering and glowing despite the dim, void-like lighting.

...

It's a fall back. He snaps at himself, jerking his gaze away and slamming his sockets shut. His clawed phalanges dig into the plastic table, tails cracking as they whipped through the air.

Not a cure.

I wouldn't be the same.

But really,

Was he still the Sans that this AU used to know at all?

[ant1quar1an]

"Quill ?" The baritone knocks him out of his staring contest with the wall, shifting his head around to peer over to the newcomer.

"oh- heya, anti. what's up?" Quill's voice, too, sits at a comfortable baritone- though a bit smoother and lighter than the other's. Right now, the only undercurrent of tone Anti can pick up on is one of genuine curiosity.

"I- Y'know how you said you had knowledge on Nightmare... ?"

"planning on killing him?" Came the amused response, "consider my attention thoroughly caught."

Anti's tails whipped back and forth once as he chewed over his words, ears back and hesitating.

ohhh... a personal matter. right.

"... I want... Killer safe before I..." He pauses before shutting his eyes and letting out a wryly chuckle, "before I can't stick around anymore."

"what do you need to know?"

[ant1quar1an]

Always two sides to the same coin.

"Killz-"

"no, anti." The words are snapped, despite Killer's tone remaining just as charming and smooth as it normally is. Anti's known the other enough to figure out the difference.

All he can give is a sigh in hopes to calm down the itching in his forearms. This thing was the biggest and most common subject their arguments centered around. And what was that, you ask?

Nightmare.

Fucking Nightmare.

Ohhhh, if Anti had his way he would have shredded that fucker up years ago. But Killer didn't want him to- something about being terrified of Nightmare lashing out and figuring it out beforehand.

Maybe being scared to lose Nightmare, too, when he was really the only one Killer's had to rely on for a long, long time.

Before Anti and Colour, of course.

"aw, c'mon pretty boy, don't look so sad," Killer purrs, leaning over to gently brush his arm against Anti's poncho. He doesn't move, just tipping his head slightly as he returns the smile- though his, unknown to Killer, is carefully crafted to hide the pure instinctual urge of slaughter.

"Don't get yourself injured, killz ."

"me? never."