Terminal - from Unde(r)termination (alt. Aftertale)
tldr: tired man still decides he wants to live
biggest success story for DT exposure. this man got everything. terminal georg is an outlier adn should not have been counted
-he took the power to SAVE/LOAD/RESET from Frisk and chara, and can even REFUSE death (when determined to do so...)
-he still got stuck in the Save Screen for a long time and got ‘replaced’ as Sans by the guy now known as Initial.
-looked a little too long into the void with that eyesocket, and the void looked back. he’s hooked into the systems of the world, and whether he likes it or not, he sees some of it as strange ‘code’...
-started learning to knit as a bonding activity with Papyrus but kind of likes it
-shipped with Reaper and Staged. he can have two terrible suitors. as a treat
Terminal's technically from fantasy!verse (as an answer to 'hey if there's no error in this verse what happened to that guy') but honestly he could just show up anywhere. he is my darling.
here is a 4000+ word story for him + his AU that I wrote in 4 hours straight under the influence of painkillers. in discord chat.
Aurora reached the intersection of four corridors after ten minutes of creeping through the tunnels beneath palace. Her intel hadn’t mentioned anything about this. “Damn you, Cyrix. A map would have been nice.” After listening carefully down each of the hallways, satisfied that no one was near, she conjured an orb of dragon’s fire in the palm of her hand, allowing her to see the path about 30 ft in each direction.
The path to her right turned to stone halfway down. The path directly in front of her smelled of moist earth. And the path to her left was all but untouched.
“Left it is.”
Hiking up her skirt and allowing her dragon’s fire to illuminate the way she started down the path, muttering a spell to make her steps untraceable. The hallway was long, so long, she was fairly certain that she’d moved beyond the castle itself, likely into the foothills nearby.
The hallway ended in a wooden door with no obvious locking mechanism. One might have scoffed at the lack of protection, but she knew better than to judge a door on what her eyes could see. Carefully inspecting the door, she found a couple of booby traps, efficiently disabling them.
With a soft click, the door swung open revealing a large room with a vaulted ceiling. Inside there were shelves upon shelves of what was believed to be the rarest item in the world - dragon eggs.
“Bastards,” she muttered to herself.
She quickly studied the room, making a plan to move things out slowly so they wouldn’t be noticed until it was too late. Convinced she knew the lay of the land, she carefully placed as many eggs as she could in her satchel, and the smallest one in the pouch around her neck before exiting back the way she came.
She made it out of the tunnels and almost clear of the castle’s land when a guard spotted her. Knowing she was going to be caught she magicked away her satchel and gave herself.
As the guards dragged her through the castle, she didn’t bother fighting. She was forced on her knees in an opulent throne room. When she looked up she was surprised at who was standing there.
“The crown prince himself? What did little old me do to deserve such treatment?” she quipped.
There were a few things Masha knew for certain about the Forest on the edge of the village. Things that came from having grown up playing in and among the trees. And one of those things was that there had certainly not been a statue here before. ‘Here’ of course being tucked fairly far back in the woods, farther than many of the others would go.
Another thing that was interesting about it, was that it was apparently alive. Some how. It was definitely made of stone as well, she had figured that out when she had carefully reached out to brush her fingers against it. Which made her all the more curious about what what could be going on. So for the time being she had settled herself down, facing the living stone, and her cane placed carefully across her lap. Keeping herself occupied by humming little songs to herself as she waited for it to do something.
open to males
plot; filipa is one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world, and you come asking for help for the upcoming battle for the north after the south has fallen. your muse can be royalty, a lord, knight, another mage, witcher maybe?
Did it ever cross her mind to join the war and help where it was needed? Maybe, for a brief moment. But it wasn’t her war, and she didn’t want to side with anyone, for her own good, and the good of the others. Filipa was aware of just what she could do, and she was afraid of it, the chaos that lived inside of her and that marked her for all the decades she’s been alive. Always hated, shunned by others, never accepted, not even in Aretuza. There were those who wanted to kill her, people she had trusted before, because they saw the darkness in her, and those who wanted to capture her, and use her darkness for their own gain, which is why Filipa stayed hidden, away from them, and the common folk. But she felt them coming, and let them, for the sake of her own fun, it’s been a while since she had company on her small farm in the middle of the woods, and they were coming here alone. “I know why you’re here. And I’ll tell you right away, my answer is no. So you can turn around and get the hell out of here.”she spoke as she exited to her porch; her only worry right now was that she’d have to move, yet again, because she was found.
On the run from the creature that destroyed their world and almost destroyed them, Dream and Nightmare take on new identities to hide from their past. Through a series of desperate actions and freak miracles, Negativity and Positivity remain in balance- and there’s no more need to devote their lives to protecting the Apples. After a life spent on duty... what do they do now?
In a multiverse with no sign of ‘Ink’ or ‘Error, it turns out that maybe... someone else can make those roles their own.
Fantasy: Can’t stand to stay still, and travels the multiverse. Stumbled into a couple of WIP worlds, and his aura of positivity helped them grow into fully fledged universes (he doesn’t know why, but he gave a little more inspiration and joy to the Creators). Even the darkest of AUs needs a seed of hope & love to start with- if not necessarily continue.
He’s scared to use his own (positivity) magic in case it attracts attention, but he starts using magic filtered through paint to fill in gaps in WIP worlds and falls in love with spraypaint as a medium. After using (and losing) several spraypaint tools, he finally figures out how to summon his own using magic!
Fantasy doesn’t use paint to feel, he has his own emotions. However, he has receptive empathy- he always feels other people’s emotions, and is vulnerable to getting overwhelmed by them.
Blackout: Angry about a lot of things. Kind of a homebody. Uses the AntiVoid as a safe home base, and when he starts glitching- well, it’s not much worse than the initial corruption process and having to grow tentacles anyway. He’s decided to dedicate himself to putting decaying and despairing worlds out of their misery.
His receptive empathy is blunted by some of the corruption he’s been put through, which is useful. ...He finds it difficult to control some of his own negative emotions, though.
Fantasy!verse came to @candy-cryptid in a dream and now we are making it all your problem. Possibly mostly an excuse to make Dream and Nightmare pretend to be mortal enemies (for funsies) while still caring about each other so much. Low-stakes sibling chaos.
Fantasy!verse: Staged (remastered slightly and with a new outfit!)
There’s no Ink or Error in Fantasy!verse, so what happened to the people who could have been..?
not an outcode, Staged lives in a complete and complicated au called Understaged which eventually manages to make its way into a permanent happy ending on the surface.
you’d think he’d get sick of stories but he’s always interested in hearing new ones. he’d LOVE to see different universes!
his au probably has a Supremely complicated backstory questioning the meaning of telling stories but for our purposes lets Ignore All That
General notes about Understaged: ‘stories’ work as sort of ritual engaged magic in their world. taking on different 'roles’ can change you and your abilities. wearing particular ‘costumes’ or performing particular norms for a role will enhance the abilities associated with it.
in a check you can always see people’s CHOSEN stories/roles such as 'Papyrus [Royal Guard Aspiree]’ but depending on the situation you might be able to pull up more private or Enforced roles like [Judge] or even something secret or bad they believe about themselves. or even… a metanarrative role, like [final boss] or [protagonist]
A number of people are aware of timeline issues as a form of ‘genre awareness’ and magical sense of ‘what story is playing out’. Staged has never given up quite the way canon Sans does; he has more support, and maybe an extra dose of positivity from an ‘event’ during the creation of his AU…
he keeps turning up in roles like 'the hedge in front of your neighbors house’. even if there wasn’t a role like that in the script. everyone acts, but he likes being able to act out of the spotlight. once you’re on stage, your options get limited.
he’s actually happiest helping with the set design crew. a demon with a paintbrush
staged says he’s writing a play but really its just a collection of notes disguised as puns about timeline shenanigans and what he can perceive of the 'world narrative’ on a magical level. And also a lot of random other jokes. he’s not actually that much of a creative writer himself, but he does like to analyze
kind of low empathy for people he doesn’t know personally (read: hasn’t trauma bonded with over an impossibly long period of ‘time’ :P)
Couldn’t have made him without @candy-cryptid’s help and ideas!
Staged is not meant to represent a canonical backstory/AU for Ink (Ink is canonically from ___tale) and has lived through an actual au story rather than being stuck unfinished and then tearing his soul out. However, a significant amount of inspiration was taken from Ink (who belongs to myebi/comyet)
