#axetalerewrite

[ask-axetale-rewrite]

Broken Delusions put some aus in a wheel and let it pick 2 so now we got a swapaxe rewrite au.

sans has a lot of trouble with his memory after the incident with undyne, so he has a hard time remembering names and faces, including his own brother's. papyrus has to pick up the slack and care for sans while making sure they both don't starve, but even when sans gets on his nerves or forgets his name again, he'd rather starve together than be fed but alone. sans tries to make sure he remembers by writing papyrus' name on his glove, but he doesn't remember that either. he's really trying for his brother to make things a little easier

[voidseeker342]

Hey there! So there is this Axetale rewrite going on, its ran by Bloodied-bones here on Tumblr. Is he with you or anything?

I’ve seen the Axetale rewrite that is being done mostly on tumblr, I’ll say that their rewrite is not affiliated with Axetale as a whole in general. They could join our community and such, but their content is considered uncanon

[ifound2rocks]

You've escaped, but not without sacrifice. The dust may wash away with the rain, but your soul is forever tainted. Just as cold as the air around you.

[ask-axetale-rewrite]

For whom the bell tolls. Sans' life can be described as stagnant. The same thing's been happening for almost a decade. The same events, the same actions, the same constant feeling of starvation, and all he's done is wait for it to pass him by. Good things come to those who wait, but what happens when even those opportunities arrive and you still do nothing?

[ask-axetale-rewrite]

*this game sucks..

We're just lucky we got the old man to play this long.

[ask-axetale-rewrite]

just something small. sans tends to take his jacket off when in the hotter areas when he rarely goes there.

[ask-axetale-rewrite]

None can escape the decay within their soul.

[ask-axetale-rewrite]

i dunno if i'll ever be able to finish this so here's a bit of text i wrote for it. *the water’s cold. so cold, it burns. *The blood won’t wash off. the pain won’t fade. no matter how much i scrub. *the smell won’t go away. the smell of rot and decay. *... *the mirror won’t stop staring, judging. *it has my face, but that’s not me. its face is wrong. *teeth too sharp, too crooked. *eyes too wide, too aware. *aware of my movements. *... *aware of my sins. maybe one day i'll finish this properly and give y'all a better look at just how poorly taken care of the house is, even if it is just a small part.