Heyo! So... this is more of an official asking around for my Undertale AU, KnightTale / Knight Sans.
I am more... of a writer. I can draw, decently I would like to think, but comics are a real issue for me because of my motivation- or lack thereof. So, to put it bluntly.
I am looking for a co-creator for my AU. Someone who can draw comics and has at least some experience with them. The art doesn't have to be overly dynamic, but simi-consistent and colored.
The Co-Creator would mainly be in charge of the art, and the comics. Character design, etc can be collaborated on. And i'm willing to collab and brainstorm ideas with anyone who wants the position. Even outside of the art area and into character and plot development.
I have already written (as of the time of writing this) four parts of the Genocide Arc, and I have a general backstory for the AU planned and ready.
Crediting: All the crediting would be split in the posts and on the blog itself, which the Co-Creator would have full access to to edit as they need. Links to everyone involved’s blogs, and other things.
If anyone is interested, I would say check out the @knight-sans blog, then contact me via a message or something, and I can try to sort it out.
I have so many ideas that I cant do much with on my own, but hell, that's how humans work is collaboration and cooperation so heh. This is a first for me but I figured it was worth a shot.
He waved his hand, sending the rubble across the room, clearing the path. The air was a noxious haze of dust and smoke. He coughed, calling out “Tori! Tor-” There she lay... In the center of the room. He rushed to her side, kneeling down, “Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god- Tori, Tori speak to me, Tori!” He took a deep breath, “Alright Sans calm down, calm... Think.”
He waved his hand, pulling up her stats. His bones chilled. Seven HP. “Oh... god. H-hang in there Tori.” He tried to lift her, but her HP suddenly dropped to three. “Fuck! No! Tori hang in there don’t... don’t you fucking die on me Tori, Don’t you dare do it!” Tears streamed down his face, “No...”
[ One Year Earlier... ]
His eyes shot open, his sword materializing in his hand, “Wha- WHO!? - ...”
She gasped, jumping back, “Oh- Im sorry!” Sans let his sword fade, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as she continued “I did not mean to wake you...”
He sighed, “No no, its alright. I just, didn’t expect anyone to be up here is all...” He finally got a good look at her, and he had to keep his jaw up, “O-Oh! Prime Minister!”
She laughed, gods that laugh, “No no, just call me Toriel. Titles are tiring.” He nodded, standing upright. “And who are you then, tired knight?”
“Oh, Sans. Sans the Skeleton. What are you doing all the way up here?” It was a hassle at best for someone who can’t teleport to make their way all the way up to where his watch was. That was mostly why he was given the position.
“Oh, well. I thought it would be a good view... And I must say, I am hardly disappointed.” She turned her head, gazing out over the city, the rising sun silhouetting her face.
‘Jesus Christ this is some god damn movie bullshit-’ he thought, turning away to hide his slight blush, then he cleared his throat, “Yea, it's pretty great. Oh crud, it just dawned on me, good morning!”
“Pffha! Good morning to you as well, Knight Sans.” She shook her head slightly, though she was grinning.
‘Thats a good sign, she likes puns. Can’t be that bad then eh?’ Outloud he said, “Well, its morning. Which means I’m off duty for a few hours. So I don’t have to feel as bad slacking for a bit longer... Wanna get some grub?” He grinned.
“Oh... That sounds lovely, though... it will take ages to get back down the mountain...”
“Pssh don’t worry about it,” He said, taking her hand with a grin, “I know a shortcut.”
He stepped out of the Parliament building, the front of his jacket covered in dust... The fire was gone now. His magic had put it out... Behind him, where he walked, a trail of frost slowly formed. His eyes were glowing, he knew. He could tell, the monsters waiting outside backed away from him instinctively. He couldn’t tolerate their expressions. Fear. Pity. He blinked, and was gone, leaving behind only a small patch of quickly melting frost.
// KnightTale is set in a world where the monsters were never forced underground. So they have a ton more space, and thus a larger population as a result. So they have been able to kill way more monsters and level up way further than they would be able to in Classic Undertale.
“Eye witness counts describe the killer as a human child, in purple with possibly stolen armor, with a red heart design in the center of the chest piece!” Undyne boomed to the assembly. “The child is most definitely not stable, and has been noted as either laughing or crying uncontrollably... during it’s... Murders.”
She hesitated at the end, hell that was a bit unsettling even to her. Then she cleared her throat “The child is to be detained if they are found unarmed. However, previous attempts to subdue them when they have their blades has proven... unwise. “ She spoke up, louder again, making sure every single guard in the room heard this last part. “Per the orders of the King, if the child is found bearing weapons, they are to be killed without mercy.”
A mutter went out through the room, Undyne let them talk amongst themselves for a moment before continuing, “Until the killer is brought forth or slain, a city wide curfew is in effect past six o’ clock. No one but guards on official duties are to be about. That is all. Check with your officers to see who is on duty when and where. Good luck.”
Papyrus watched from the hall, easily hearing most of what Undyne said. Human child, something about detaining them. And a curfew. He grinned, thinking to himself, ‘This is my big chance! If I capture the human, Undyne will have to promote me to the Royal Guard! Though, it will be a shame leaving my fellow recruits so far behind me, I am certain my great success will inspire them to strive as far as I indeed!’
With that he head out, waving to the clerk at the front desk as he strode through the lobby. “Papyrus!” He stopped, turning, “Where are you going?”
Undyne stood in the doorway behind him, hands on her hips. He did not look pleased.
“W-well. I was going to go. Water... the lawn... Yes! Indeed! For I, the Great Papyrus, will not settle for an ordinary lawn! I shall have the greatest and healthies-”
Her scowl deepened, “Papyrus...”
He sighed, “Alright... I. Was going to look for the human...” he rubbed his arm absently, “I just-”
“Papyrus...” her expression softened ever so slightly, “The human is dangerous, child or not. It killed the Prime Minister and several members of the Parliament, as well as god knows how many others we have not found. I’ve had to deal with more dust this last week than in my whole time as a guard. Royal or otherwise.”
“I know but... I want to stop them too. I can not just sit idle while...” His expression cracked a little.
“I know... Sans.” She looked away. She, and well, most of the res of the guard, figured he was dead by now. He had gone missing after the Parliament attack. And while he was lazy, this really was not like him.
“He is out there, I just know it! And I shall not rest until the human is dealt with and my brother is found! The lazy bones, hes probably been asleep somewhere the whole time!”
Undyne bit her lip. God she was going to regret this... “Very well. You can tag along with the Water Guard-” His expression brightened up in an instant “-but! They are not going out until tomorrow night.”
“But-”
“No buts about it. Get yourself some rest bro... We are going to need everyone in top condition if we are going to find this thing, and your brother.”
He nodded, “Yes, of course! I am sure the others in the Water Guard will need there rest! In the mean time, I shall head home and make spaghetti!”
She laughed, “Alright bro ! See you here tomorrow! You best not be late!” ‘I doubt he will be’ she thought as she turned away, ‘Bonehead has never been late for anything in his life.’
He hummed quietly to himself as he strode down the street, his confidence reinvigorated by his talk with Undyne. He was certain that in no time, he will have made great strides towards the human’s capture!
He stopped, confused. Was that... Crying...? He stepped towards the alley, his humming stopping. Thud thud thud thud, his boots echoed down the narrow space. It was wide enough for him, with only around a foot or two of room either side.
At the end of the alley, he spotted a hunched figure, curled up in a ball crying. It was hard to even make them out from a distance. And then he spotted the blood.
“Oh goodness! Human, are you hurt!?” He stepped forwards “Well, fear not! For I, the Great Papyrus, am here to assist, should you need! And I daresay you do in fact need my assistance!”
The child looked up. Tears had left trails in the blood and dust that was caked to their cheeks. He noticed their wounds had been patched u, if only barely and quite shoddily. The child tried to speak, their voice stammering, “N-n-no... D-don- Don’t co-ome close!”
They flinched back, recoiling into the dark. “Now now, you are clearly in need of assistance human! Fear not, I shall not hurt you!” He tried to sound as confident and reassuring as he could. After all, how could he turn from someone in need?
The human shook for a moment, before a grin split their face “No?” Their voice had a nasty sound to it now. Sinister even.
This of course was lost to Papyrus, “Of course not! I am a guard after all! Erm. A Recruit! But soon to be a Royal Guard no doubt!”
The human chuckled, “Well...” A blade flashed forwards, and would have taken his head had he not leaned back on instinct, “I might hurt you, idiot.” The child leaned forwards, until their face was just in the light. The tears hadn’t stopped, but their grin was fixed in place.
He leapt back, standing quickly and trying to compose himself, “Y-You! Murdered! Nyehaha! I-I knew I would be the one to find you! Yes!” He paused, “Though... I realize now that I have neglected to bring with me my halberd! Well, fear not, for I, the Great Papyrus, shall resolve this conflict peacefully!” He grinned, this was his chance, finally!
The child stood, shaking again briefly. They looked weak, their HP had to be low, the thought. As they stepped fully into the light he noticed their injuries were far more extensive that he had originally thought. They bleed from the scalp and their side, and both their arms bore countless cits, most still open and bleeding freely. Their right leg seemed to have been stabbed through as well.
It was silent however, it simply raised it’s swords, taking a step forwards, bare foot slapping the concrete. “H-Human! You shall relinquish your blades, and tu-turn yourself in! Then we can get you properly healed, you are a worse mess than my brother on most days- and that is saying a lot!” his voice faltered as he mentioned Sans, but he cleared his throat.
“You see, this is not going to end well for you!” They took another step forwards, the shaking growing worse. “E-even if you defeat me, you shall have to deal with the rest of the Guard!” Another step. “And even then, should you by some fluke manage to get past them, U-Undyne...” Step.
The smile had faded from the human’s face, and he could hear them crying again, “B-but fear not human! As I said, should you relinquish your weapons and t-turn yourself in, I am certain you can be healed and kept in a cozy cell! We are not cruel after all! Maybe you will even get to see the King’s Garde-”
The human said something in a hushed voice, straining to even speak. Their sword’s lowered a fraction of an inch. ‘A good sign!’ he thought, continuing, “Speak up human child! I, the Great Papyrus, will hear your words!”
“R.... r... r-r-run... Pl..p-please.... J-just... run....” The human stuttered, taking another shaky step.
“Human?” he stepped forwards, “What is the matter, I can tell you do not want to do this... What-”
Frisk slashed the air in front of them as he got close, growling, then stepping back away from him, “J-Just! LEAVE ME! G-get backup o-or... something... I ... can’t... stop them.... for long...” Their grip tightened on their hilts.
He stepped back, confused, “Stop them? Who human? I don’t underst-”
They rushed forwards, a blur of fury. Shiiiing.
His eyes widened. He. Hurt. He felt... warm... he started to fall to the side, he watched his body turn to dust as he passed it. “W-wh. w-wha.... what...?”
The human fell to the ground, their blades clattering away from them as they sobbed into the fallen skelton’s scarf. “I... I don’t... Understand....” Papyrus muttered as his head finally turned to dust as well...
