Apr 28, 2021
i'm finally able to post traditional sketches woooooo!
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i'm finally able to post traditional sketches woooooo!
as always i dont finish my wips sooooo- who wants to see some horrortale ghost pals?
Ufo hugs Horror from behind nuzzling him a bit.
Horror squeaked in response, dropping his weapon. The chainsaw clattered to the floor with a loud bang. Part of the floor was now cracked.
Horror has a nice face.
why is he so damn cute
“NO I DON’T,” the bot immediately cried, slapping his hands to his cheeks. “IT’S SCARY!”
@somber-fabbot continued from .:here:. Mettaton wiped his mouth, dust gathering on the back of his glove. Another monster had fallen prey to the many sharp teeth that made up the inside of his mouth. The creature hadn’t expected their betrayal to warrant the executioner himself coming to Snowdin. And killing them had left him feeling…sated for once.
He slowed when he noticed the child laying in the snow. Normally, Mettaton’s footsteps sent them-and all the monsters as well-running for safety. But they weren’t moving. Why weren’t they moving? Were they already dead?
Mettaton stopped beside them. He knelt down and grabbed them with one hand, seeing as they other was holding his chainsaw. There was certainly weight to their body, but they felt surprisingly limp. If they weren’t dead, they probably would be soon.
Once again, he stood and headed towards Hotland, holding the child against his chest. It was surprisingly warm for being metal in a cold area. As he walked, he began to play a song.
The child had hardly reacted when they were first picked up, hardly able to register much of anything due to the pain that was pulsing through them in hot waves of heat and exhaustion. It was only when they themself being held up and pressed against something that was warm to the touch did Frisk finally make some sign of being conscious, a small and weak whimper escapes them as the little human squirms a little, trying to shift closer to whatever was giving off heat near them.
They weren’t aware that it was the chest of an incredibly dangerous robot, to their pain filled head and freezing body that hardly seemed to matter much though.
Eventually the song did rouse them into a more alert state of mind, as Frisk eventually grew curious as to what the strange sound they were hearing was. Hazy amber eyes gradually blinked open before slowly looking up towards Mettaton’s face, blearily staring and not really recognizing who it was from how delirious they’d grown. It isn’t long before they close their eyes lean their head back against the metal, deciding that whatever was playing the song wasn’t something dangerous.
It sounded far too cheery to be coming from anything that would want to hurt them, after all.
It was about now that Horror reached the hospital. He was escorted by a security guard to Divine's room. They promptly knocked on her door.
... No response, aside from a local nurse opening the door. Inside, Divine was hooked up to an IV and oscilloscope, and nearby were two babies in little beds pushed next to each other. Everyone appeared to be asleep.
An anon takes the baby out of Horror's arms. *GO RUN GET TO THE BABIES
He took off running the moment the child was no longer in his arms. “Thank you!”
Never let it be said creatures of terror meant to instill fear can’t feel fear themselves, for Horror was now frozen solid with terror that moving might hurt the fragile human baby in his arms.