Aug 19, 2024
EchoStretch! And Undertale au I’ve been working on for my book. So far I’ve drawn Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, and Undyne!
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EchoStretch! And Undertale au I’ve been working on for my book. So far I’ve drawn Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, and Undyne!
Here is Sans!
EchoStretch! Mettaton! Ruler of the underground!!!
This page was difficult at first as I didn’t quite feel the motivation. But soon as I let go the stress of a “perfect design” I actually enjoyed it.
Mettaton is in the role of Asgore in this underground. Ruling over the au with an “iron fist” (hahaha get it?)
When the child comes for their last battle Metta can be seen waiting for them before summoning bombs to battle with! Of course with a little pizzazz Metta is easy to bypass!
“Beauty sleep is a necessity to ruling a kingdom”
To read ahead: https://www.wattpad.com/story/374748075?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Neontolife]
WILTING || 2 || Making an appearance
START RECAP (Skip if you need- I didn't add anything to it)
I usually loved showers but with the orphanages heater there was never a guarantee that your shower would love you back. Many of the kids held candy bets to see how long the last kids shower would stay warm. I typically enjoyed staying out of those, my candy being far too precious to simply bargain away. But watching the bets happen was pretty fun. The reigning winner nicknamed "Cavity" due to how much candy she had won against the other kids. She once even got one of the kitchen ladies to join in. That was by far the most entertaining match. But now it was my turn to face the timer that was the heater. What would my luck me today. The nozzle creaked as I turned it on. Swiftly I dropped my attire and jumped in, not willing to waste any of the hot water. Almost losing myself to the comforting warmth before the reminder of last time crossed my mind. The scream I let out from the cold water had me under scrutiny for almost a month! So with a brief slap to my cheeks- my face ones- my mind was snapped into the zone.
Let the race begin.
END RECAP (Continue story here.)
------- Ebbot City, North Side at an old rusty plant shop. 38023, US -------
Time: 01:17 XX/XX/203X
Presumably the Present....code source.....Unknown
Weather: Stormy
Speaker: 01-16000--
This was taking too long. I didn't like that this was taking so d*mn long. I couldn't seem to find him and by now I was wading through knee deep water. The rain was causing this place to flood, made sense it looked like that was their deal. They held the people they wanted to in a concrete cell below the sidewalk. There were openings to the street with metal bars like a storm drain that led into the cells that wrapped the buildings outer edges. Unfortunately most of the cells had people in them. Now you'd think they would yell or something right? Well, if you saw their faces you would keep your trap shut too. It made this worse.....the building was big and there was only one hall. Thankfully during the storms intended to drown the inmates the guards mainly stay on the upper level. Meaning I didn't have anything else to worry about other than the rising water. Sh** Sh** Sh**!!!!
"KID! WHERE THE HELL ARE YA! I'M TRYNA GET YOU OUT D****IT I NEED YOUR RESPONSE" I shouted, knowing the chances of a response were near to none. But not zero- Although I regret making that known as the cells broke out in yells and cries. The lady in the cell beside me slamming into the bars screeching out to me. I slammed my hands against my head to make the echoes quieter in my skull. No use. I looked at her only to feel the color drain from my face.
These people have no eyes.....tongues......noses......their faces tattered......all that was left were their ears and banshee cries.....
We have to get him out of here!
||Present Day||
That was probably the worst shower I've ever had. 1 second into locking in on my strategy for efficiency and speed did disaster choose to strike. By that I really mean my shower head. The orphanage didn't have the greatest systems, they were older than the United States Flag I'd argue. So it was only a matter of when they'd break and I was proven right. The shower truly did not love me back. In fact it hated me.
"The water had stopped as an ominous groan echoed from it. Drawing my attention to the head as I had thought that maybe it was just doing it's usual picky position shtick so I was going to adjust it to get the water back. But as you can clearly tell I didn't get that chance. The pressure built up and BAM! The head shot off and hit me in the head causing me to fall. That sucked and all but the shower had to freaking rub it in by spraying me with freezing cold water! I COULD'VE DROWNED- OW!! HEY WHAT-" I snapped.
"Hush. I didn't hit you that hard so don't be so dramatic. Now be quiet, not only are you being too loud but you're distracting the others." Ms. Moody scolded. I didn't respond as I only grumbled. It wasn't worth it to respond, if I did I would surely get a headache from her nagging. "Now run along all of you! I expect everyone of you to be ready for the visitation."
"yeah yeah" Henry groaned.
"I don't need your whining today Henry." She huffed in annoyance to the boy. I could only watch and giggle to Henry's Reddening face. Beet red. Clearly I wasn't the only one as the other kids giggled. But they shut up fast as Moody's rage was directed on them. The sounds of their scurrying feet could be heard clearly with the distant chatter. I'd probably have a new nickname if I wasn't picked. So- with that in mind...I was guaranteed a new nickname. But these thoughts were feeling redundant and only worsened my headache. I had to be presentable too after all and that shower wasn't going to do it so more effort for me. Whoopee...
Stumbling to my feet I staggered out of the nurses office and on my way to my room. One hand on the wall for support and an ice pack in my other. Gently to my bump the size of another head. I think I'll name it Robin. Rhymes with Noggin to which its unfortunately attached to.
The joke was short lived as my attention was drawn to the end of the hall. My steps halted momentarily but resumed along a new course. Creeping quietly to see what was happening. I found myself fleshed against the wall and listening in.
"does that make sense everyone?" The voice was Ms. Moody, I could tell from a million miles away. Peaking in just slightly I finally got a look at what she was wearing. She had big hair, filled with hairspray no doubt. Straight from the 80's with it's bump it style and curls falling to her shoulders. It's rich color one reminiscent of dark chocolate. But that wasn't what was special about her attire. It was more her fashion sense. I wouldn't deem it red carpet worthy but I certainly wouldn't say it was bad. She wore a tan mesh dress that was the shape of one you'd wear to a romcom picnic. It had black lace roses all over it. She wore a vibrant red blazer unbuttoned on top of it. Her tights were a light black making her skin of her legs just a deeper shade. Now one might imagine this as a nice outfit, which It was! But the runs in her tights, the coffee stains in parts of the dress, and the bleach blob on the end of her left sleeve was it's obvious downfall. Otherwise the outfit truly complimented her light olive skin and warm cheeks. She looked to be directing a large group of adults around the cafeteria. Having them sit all around at many of the clean tables. It seems this would be a brunch date with potential parents. Sweet! You wouldn't find me complaining about that!
Pumping my fist in the air with a quiet yes I was certain today was looking up. Until I made eye contact with Ms. Moody. She looked appalled briefly before starting her way over. Yikes! That's my que to leave! Swiftly I skidded away from the door her footsteps fading behind me as I nary avoided being caught. I only hope she wouldn't recognize me later on, but Robin was likely a dead giveaway. Oh well I had to focus on getting ready!
Bursting into my room I avoided butt face Jeremy my roommate as I got to work. I'd need a whole new look if I hoped to be picked.
"Hey Two-Face Fruity, finally getting ready?" Jeremy taunted. But soon found he wouldn't get a response, so he just rambled on hoping to bug me. Of course it went in one ear and out the other. I have more important things to worry about. Let me lay it out for you:
Goal 1: Become unrecognizable to boost your appeal points while also boosting your sneak points. You can't afford to face Ms. Moody's wrath if she recognizes you as her one way ticket to a less than ideal rep.
Step one: Wash rag to the face. This will ensure that my face and exposed skin looks pristine.
Step two: Per-foom. Better known as Perfume. This will ensure my beautifully crafted stink would be covered as to not draw negative attention to myself.
Step three: clean attire. The nicer the better. I already have one in mind for that!
Step four: Pray that you remember your manners.....that one is most likely to fail.
If these are all carried out successfully I'd be a shoe-in for any parents wanting a boy! Though I forgot one thing....the most important thing...the one that would change everything....
The world hates me.
Now what you are about to read is the most unfortunate of events. That is not being dramatic! At. All. So reader discretion is advised.
Step One- Wash rag. Except when grabbing the basket from the cleaning room it just happened to slip from my hands and fall. Now it would've been fine if there didn't just happen to fall into the dirty mop bucket from yesterdays food fight. Great....
Moving onto step two- Perfume. This should be simple yes? Wrong. It was in the girls bathrooms. Going from each one I was quick to find they were all conveniently occupied. So you can imagine how poorly that went.
By step three I wasn't so confident any of this would work. But thankfully my clothes were in perfect condition! I just needed to nail step 4! Everything would be fine if I could just survive that!
"CHILDREN PLEASE COME DOWN!"
Go time.
Ms Witshkik or better known as Moody hit the Brunch gong. She thought it was exotic and effective. Only one of those were correct and I knew all of the other kids agreed on which that was. With one final glance at myself in the mirror I headed down with Jeremy still talking into my ear as if I was listening. We lined up as usual as one of Moody's assistants -who I never really learned her name- rattled off each name to confirm each of us as present. Which almost everyone was if it weren't for Samantha taking too dang long in the bathroom again.
"What took you so long Samantha dear?" Moody asked gently. She always favored the girls more. Saying they were "more behaved" which I think is a load of Balonie (I know that's not how it's spelt) because the girls were plotting, conniving, sassy, rude, RATS! Not sweet little angels like everyone seems to believe. That's why after we watched tiny misfits the guys and I decided we would join the "He-man woman hating club." Just like in the show.
"I just had to look perfect Ms Moody!" She recited, knowing exactly what the lady wanted to hear. Kiss up.
"Of course dear! Now get in line please." She smiled and watched as Sam went into her place. Before anything else Moody gave each of us a look we could easily read as 'don't F*** this up'. A threat we knew not to break at all costs. "Now let us go in. Please sit in your assigned seats or as close to it as you can. If there is no spot please fill in any remaining quickly and quietly. Go on in"
With that we all filed in. I was at the back of the line and considering how filled the room looked without us; I was positive that a handful of us would have to pull seats for the ends of the tables. What was fun to see was everyone's faces lighting up at seeing all the many options. As much as I hated it here I still loved the others like they were my flesh and blood. My family! I suppose I had gotten too lost in my mind because before I knew it....I was the only one left standing without a spot.
Drats....
-E-
|| 2063 words ||
Emotions shouldn't be this hard. They should be clear and understandable. But why wasn't that the case? Why can't I see...
To read ahead: https://www.wattpad.com/story/374748075?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Neontolife]
//It’s also on Ao3
"Would you shut the hell up?!" A voice yelled at no one in particular. The group slowly quieting to look at the source of the voice. "We only have a few shots at this to not f*** it up. So either you pay attention or leave now because I will not be hauling any of your a**es more than I already have 'ta. Got it?"
------- Ebbot City, North Side at an old rusty plant shop. 38023, US -------
Time: 00:31 XX/XX/203X
Presumably the Present....code source.....Unknown
Weather: Stormy
The speaker snapped their eyes around the group. Making intense contact with each member to ensure none of them held any wariness for the task at hand. After seemingly finding nothing they sighed and began again, softer now that they didn't need to yell over anyone else. "Now, this is how I want this to go. I- 01-16000-- Will sneak in through the laundry exhaust to try and locate 00-1201 as fast as I can while 02-11--'s group will fall to the front to draw attention there as I'll have 03-215000 and 04-112000 will be on support to take out their systems. All others know their team leaders and will follow their instructions. As you all know if things go south- which it shouldn't I trust your leaders will fall into Plan Omega. Everything clear?"
Simple grunts and nods followed after their remarks.
"Good" The voice confirmed. "Now get into position. We don't have much time."
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Home. Or well it was about to be, whether I liked it or not. The muffled sounds of running feet along hardwood floors and loud conversations greeted my mind as its groggy engine began to hum. The gears turning as my thoughts got to work processing my surroundings without needing to needlessly blind myself. One.......two.....make that 4 pairs of feet running in the hall. If I knew anything they'd be told off for their commotion soon enough. Wait- my gears worked a bit harder as I recognized the voice that slowly got clear enough to understand.
"what have I said about running in the halls?! Especially on visitation days! Now hurry to your rooms and get dressed. I will not have you in your pajamas when our guests arrive- Henry!!! You put that down right now!" The voice I recognized to be our care takers. Better known as Ms. Moody to the kids due to her emotions constantly fluctuating. Her heels clicked down the hall presumably after Henry who no doubt had found something he shouldn't have. Perhaps security's boyplay magazine. The door to my room creaked open with the soft sounds of humming as someone began their day in the shared space.
I'll probably have to get up now...otherwise I risk a far more jarring wake up call within the next 10 minutes. So with much protest in my mind I begrudgingly opened my eyes. Although it was short lived as I clamped them shut as the blinding lights hit my dilated eyes a bit too fast for my liking. Pulling my blanket up over my face and easing my eyes open to slowly adapt to the world around me at my own pace. My side ached from being still too long, so my best remedy was to merely roll over and ease the blanket down as I let my eyes scan the room. The humming stopped before I truly could get into my thoughts though.
"You should get up. I know you're awake fruity." The sickeningly sweet voice called out. I couldn't stop the grimace from forming on my face from the nickname my sweet angel of a roommate chose to call me. "If you don't hurry you won't get any warm water for your shower. With today being Visitation, Moody is having everyone 'TiP tOp ShaPE'."
The small airy chuckle escaped my lips at his poor attempt at a Ms Moody impression. His voice was pretty close but his pre-puberty pitch was likely his only downfall. I slowly sat up and stretched out, groaning as my limbs felt like they stretched for miles. Hitting and soothing my every ache with slow satisfaction that came each morning. My absolute only reason for waking up at all. Besides food of course.
"Not sure why that should matter to me. I haven't been picked in all my time here and I doubt that'll suddenly change now." my voice surprised me slightly, deeper and scratchier than I remembered it being. But I'm sure that's nothing water couldn't fix in an instant. Finally I managed to get my legs to work and slide off my bed. A shiver crawling up my back as my barefeet came in contact with the ice below me labeled "the floor".
"Well never say never I suppose. Maybe we will finally be free of you by the end of the day." His response was far as he dug in their closet.
"hardy har har. With your luck I doubt it." I quipped. A hum was all I got in response so I took that as my que to get into the shower. Whoop de doo.
I usually loved showers but with the orphanages heater there was never a guarantee that your shower would love you back. Many of the kids held candy bets to see how long the last kids shower would stay warm. I typically enjoyed staying out of those, my candy being far too precious to simply bargain away. But watching the bets happen was pretty fun. The reigning winner nicknamed "Cavity" due to how much candy she had won against the other kids. She once even got one of the kitchen ladies to join in. That was by far the most entertaining match. But now it was my turn to face the timer that was the heater. What would my luck me today. The nozzle creaked as I turned it on. Swiftly I dropped my attire and jumped in, not willing to waste any of the hot water. Almost losing myself to the comforting warmth before the reminder of last time crossed my mind. The scream I let out from the cold water had me under scrutiny for almost a month! So with a brief slap to my cheeks- my face ones- my mind was snapped into the zone.
Let the race begin.
- D -
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EchoStretch! Napstablook!
I absolutely LOVED drawing him. As you can tell by how much life there is on the page! But let’s talk about this piece!
Before Echo: Napstablook was once king of the underground. Though after his cousin chose violence he chose to protect their old home in the ruins and save any child that fell. Offering them delicious Turtle sundaes! Although his protectiveness may be a bit over bearing from time to time he still means well.
After Echo: when the ripple in the underverse hit there was a bit of a shift in those closer to the void such as the ghosts. Allowing them to use parts of themselves that hadn’t existed before. Napstablook is still the same as before with a bit more desperation as he knows there’s no more resets now.