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do you have a ref for Anti Sans? :0
This is the very rough reference for him! But the general colour palette isss... greens, golds and oranges + dark browns/blacks to compliment
The dangly things from his hat can be any colour whatsoever in whatever order you decide them to be!
Diary Entry [Part 2]
This time, Killer finds himself holed up in his room. His gaze, as blurry as it is thanks to the thick, black magic running town his skull, finds itself looking back at the diary he'd brought with him from that abandoned AU.
It's been considered an enigma lately- no one can figure out why the hell it's deemed as a "Positive Timeline" when everything's dead and abandoned.
Still, he returns to the depths of the pages that are quickly becoming something comforting, in some sort of weird sense.
Day 7 Undyne's been... murdered. She got out- killed a bunch of people. While my attacks aren't meant to cause a lot of damage, apparently they tore her apart easily.
I wasn't the one that ended it for her, though.
That was Dogaressa.
Still- looking back at it, I can't help but feel... weirdly disconnected.
Something-something trauma disassociation or whatever but still.
It's.. weird. Unusual, at least.
Turns out that the key sign in the infection I've discovered so far is the unexplained dropping of one's HP.
Yikes. I'm sure if me and my measly 1 HP got it, I'd be dead in a couple seconds.
Yeah it's... not great. King Asgore is acting more aloof than usual- and the lady behind the door isn't too happy to hear of my findings.
She doesn't want to think a child can cause all of this.
And it wasn't the child. It was their SOUL. Their determination which, apparently, corrupted over time.
(Killer blinks, glancing down to the determination rings around his SOUL. Huh. Interesting.)
I still can't figure out what it looks like on a SOUL, which kind of sucks, but L for me i guess !
I'll figure it out eventually
Oh yeah Alphys has locked herself away in the deep corners of her lab- haven't seen her in a while.
Paps isn't... taking it very well, either. But he remains optimistic (he's hiding his sadness for me, I know it, the lovable dumbass)
...
Killer lingers on the page for a while, tracing his thumb along it until he comes across faded, hurridly scrawled handwriting beneath it.
[something's up with Dogaressa.]
"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.
---
He definitely tried
... But did he succeed?
"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?"
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."
Unfortunately for Anti
He needs to stop thinking he can reach his goal alone
Because with the state of how he is at the moment (it has the capacity to get so much worse)
He really can't just do it alone
Maybe he could of, back then. But not now
