I love free will.
Still trying to think of a better ship name for them…
More sketches coming soon. This one took way longer than it should’ve TvT
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I love free will.
Still trying to think of a better ship name for them…
More sketches coming soon. This one took way longer than it should’ve TvT
It’d be so evil of me to have my first introduction of my self insert for my version of Sansnomaly on TikTok be backed by the Obsession credits with Nikki crying…
I’m gonna do it—
(I’m still trying to think of a more unique ship name for those two—)
Apparently I can’t think of a story without angst or something utterly traumatizing—
Thought of making an actual story of myself and Sans.
I’m Emory, the Player, so I controlled Frisk through all the routes, Genocide included. And I had always been… enamored with Sans… I finally let Frisk have a happy ending on a Pacifist run, with the request that Frisk finds me a new vessel.
Unfortunately the vessel that I took a liking to was a healthy young woman that somehow heavily resembled how I remembered looking…
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Don’t worry, the LV transferred with me, so Frisk is still a pacifist. At least they’re not the one who has to deal with a couple gaping scars in their chest for the rest of their life. All they have to deal with is a piece of their soul missing. And uh… I guess the trauma of stabbing a woman to death—
My new vessel’s soul had been a mix of Patience and Integrity… sure, I’d call myself patient for the most part, but honest…? I’m not as sure about that…
In any case, with my new body, I’ll be able to start a new life. Maybe Sans will almost… recognize me in a way…
And I hope Frisk will forgive me…
Ohhh okay, so these are Em’s true traits, gotcha—
In reference to this
Zyn’s first death occurred when she was pretty young. And she died a few times even before her first encounter with Horror. I based her first one off of the song“Run, Rabbit, Run.”
Shortly after being taken in by the Losts, Zyn (then known as Emory. She doesn’t change her name for a long time) had trouble eating normal foods anymore, except the occasional sweet treat, after eating her biological parents and a few angels from her church (I’ll go more in depth into that in another post. Just know that angel blood essentially made her immortal in a way). So every night while her new family was asleep, she’d sneak out to eat small animals in order to keep her hunger somewhat in check. Rabbits were her favorite, second to baby deer, which were hard to come by.
On one night in particular, it was more difficult to find and catch any kind of wildlife. So she ended up going farther than she normally would have after spotting a rabbit and taking off after it. Unfortunately, a farmer was already on the lookout for a fox that had been eating his chickens.
She finally caught the rabbit, immediately starting to rip into it. The farmer heard her and mistook her for the fox, grabbing his gun and shooting at her without hesitation. The bullet went straight through her head and killed her. For a moment anyway. The farmer went to investigate and was horrified to see that he had just shot a child. Just as he was about to take her to his cabin and call 911, she revived and was pissed about her meal being interrupted.
Poor farmer, just wanted to protect his chickens…
Next morning, Emory complained to her mother about having a headache, only to be met with a scream. Turns out people do that when you’re covered in blood and have a very visible bullet hole in the middle of your forehead.
News later showed that kind farmer John was mauled in the area and to be on the lookout for a potential bear or mountain lion. “Guess that explains it…” Mandy Lost thought to herself as she bandaged her daughter’s head. This might end up being the most difficult child she’ll ever have to raise…