#ask.the.funnis

[a-very-tired-raven]

JEEP JEEP!

Bc I'm bored rn and need some more practice with my writing I'm declaring it an Ask the guys! Which is basically where you can talk and interact with my characters and ask questions!

This includes all of my ocs along with the following characters from undertale:

Sans

Papyrus

Toriel

Asgore

Grillby

Muffet

Alphys

Undyne

And frisk!

I haven't released my nickname list for other aus yet so for now it's only undertale.

Also, I have my own personal Au called DolorTale. Characters available to talk to during this event are

The sans( I haven't picked a name out for him yet. Please make sure to address him as dolortale sans.)

Zorn( the Papyrus)

And Vasta, the Toriel.

Have fun ;)

[a-very-tired-raven]

[Metheril is just strolling the halls of this endless OC building... just seeing what they might encounter]

Your bound to find something after a while, quite the lot of doors leading to unique and creative conversations

[a-very-tired-raven]

Oh but I do understand, dear onceler.

And curiosity is indeed a wild thing, but left unsatisfied it can grow... dangerous.

What kind of important work though?

As he continues to stalk off he pauses to check his watch where did he get a watch from?

When he sees the time he mutter a response to you and walks even faster to his destination which seem to be at the end of the hall

[a-very-tired-raven]

Huh, what kind of work? And simple curiosity is all of my reasons for now, dear fresh

He lets out an irritated sigh and pinches his nasel bridge

Once!fresh: important work bro don't you understan-" He stops himself, even if he's a professional jerk and a-hole doesn't mean he doesn't try

"Brosif, have you ever heard the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat'? Because sometimes bound ta' happen when ya' stick ya' nose in somethin' not meant ta' be stuck in"

He pause for a moment as if thinking about his jerky response.

"Curiositys a wild think huh?" He says softly before turning around and trying to stalk off

[a-very-tired-raven]

Heyy… oh dear oncler fresh… come out come out wherever you are! >:)

How dare you

You feel a small tap on your shoulder and turn around to find the man himself standing behind you

Once!Fresh: whatta want kiddo? I'm radically busy right now like ya wouldn't belive my dude.

[a-very-tired-raven]

*I dont notice that sad look on his face but i just continue to change the flowers to the new pots until we finish, tho i look at him when he hums* what is it? You thinking in something?

He gives a curt nod at your question.

Asgore: "You are quite right Nicky, I do indeed have something floating around this old head of mine" he taps his head as he talks

After a slight pause he reaches down and picks up the final flower.

You wouldn't have noticed at first, but another glance show that its a mix of both gold and silver. A cross breed flower if you will

"You know.." He rumbles

"I cant use this one for tea since its part buttercup nor first décor either as it doesn't match what I'm putting these flower on."

He turns to you with the flower gently held in hand

"May I?" He says, with the intent to stick the flower in your hair.

[a-very-tired-raven]

Ah, Hannah. I had wondered if I'd encounter one such as yourself here.

She sets down a big wooden bucket and gives you a two finger salute.

"Ah, howdy there partner, to what do I owe this vist to?" She says with a small grin.

[a-very-tired-raven]

*i heard him still looking at what he was doing and i nod smiling softly* of course! I can do that! *i grab one of the small shovels and i start doing what he told me being careful with the plant*

He gives a soft smile "Thank you Nicky, this means a lot" and with a nod He grabs his shovel and starts re planting the flowers.

He seems kind of sad that he has to move these gold and sliver flowers away from all the other ones but doesn't seem to comment on it.

You both spend your time happily re potting the flowers with lovely light chatter.

After a while you get to the last one

"Hmm." He seems to think for a moment as he stares at the flower. An idea floating in his head