Daily drawings until Deltarune is released: Day 49 of 63- Some mock-up userboxes (not actually userboxes) I made to serve as reminders to the fandom if needed. (I think I might put these on some of my posts, just in case.)
(Also, because of this, I have now drawn canon accurate MK and Kris)
why can’t people just understand that chara and frisk are seemingly meant to be non-binary? why do people insist on using gendered pronouns for them? i know a lot of the undertale fandom’s pretty young but i am so tired of seeing people on reddit use she/her pronouns for chara-
I'm actually really happy that frisk gets to stay neutral looking as they get older. I identify as non-binary but look very female, so I struggle sometimes.
That’s just how some people work… some of us have definite traits, and others… are so non-binary, you can never be sure :o
Nah, but I did my best, so I’m glad to hear this xD
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I’ve been working on a new fic for you all. It is PG-13, for language, violence, and descriptions of death. It will be a rather short work, and isn’t finish as of yet, but I figured I’d share as it’s been too long since I’ve given you guys material. Enjoy!
Notes: You know the deal by now. School delayed me. Also there’s some more PTSD flashbacks plus someone nearly getting killed. Hate to spoil things, but I want to give that warning. Credit to @thunders29 for proofreading.
Chapter Summary: Frisk has a talk with Gillian that goes south very quickly. 2897 Words.
I Told EVERYONE
What politicians loved more than anything was to see their opponents in their weakest state. They hit the most delicate of nerves, the most painful of triggers, and everything falls apart. To see the rage and the anger within the face of the opponent, their tactics becoming useless and obvious, that was the dream. Lucky for Frisk, none of their opponents were here to see them in such a state after they had found out who gave the information that led to Asriel’s beating. Anger, betrayal, and surprise were what Frisk was filled with as they walked up to the door.
The house was actually quite farther than Frisk had initially anticipated, but thankfully Sans was happy to help Frisk out. He was especially glad to assist in getting revenge on whoever called them a incestual tetraphile, because that was not just insulting to Frisk, but all of monsterkind. Frisk took a deep breath, trying to recompose themselves much like they were about to enter a political debate. Even as they knocked on the door, their hands continued to shake in anger and shock. They could not believe they were doing this, that they had to do this.
Anything for Azzy, they thought.
Surprisingly, the door was opened only shortly after Frisk had knocked on it. Behind the door, a woman with fire-orange hair, a chubby figure, and a round face with glasses appeared. This time Frisk recognized the woman all too well, and their hands continued to shake, requiring Frisk to hide them behind their back.
“Oh, Frisk!” Gillian exclaimed. She looked nervous suddenly, but she also tried to put a smile on her face.
“Hello Gillian,” Frisk greeted monotonously. “I need to talk to you.”
“Oh? You need to talk to me? Don’t you mean you want to talk to me? I mean there is so much we haven’t caught up on and-”
“Cut the bullshit Gil, you know exactly what I mean.” Frisk tried their best to talk in their no-nonsense voice, but even just being in Gillian’s presence was pissing them off. They were surprised really, as they hadn’t felt this way since they first went to Russia and had to encounter the president there. Thankfully, Frisk wasn’t dealing with a political power this time, so surely it was going to be easy.
Gillian fell silent after Frisk’s interruption, staring at the ground, her eyes hidden from Frisk. Frisk was about to speak again, but then Gillian looked up at them again. She smiled, but the smile looked force and uneasy. It reminded them of the malicious grin they saw in visions of Chara when Frisk went genocidal. This wasn’t improving Frisk’s mood at all.
“Frisk, I really have no idea what you’re talking about.” She claimed.
Frisk let out an impatient huff. “Gillian, you were at Mettaton’s party last week, right?”
“Y-yes, why?”
“So I assume you saw what Asriel did to me?”
Gillian gave a small gulp, but continued to try to smile. “Y-yeah, but I swear I didn’t tell anyone!”
“I didn’t even ask if you did.” Frisk said with a smirk.
Gillian realized her fuck up, and her smile disappeared. She went back to staring at the ground, as if she was contemplating something. Frisk noticed her arm hiding behind the wall shuffling about, but before they could ask, Gillian began laughing. It started as a small chuckle, but soon it turned into a full on maniacal laugh. Frisk backed up slightly, feeling very uneasy all of a sudden. Once Gillian was done, they looked at Frisk again with daggers in their eyes.
“Yeah, I told people about you two.” Gillian hissed. “I told them all about what happened, about how your ‘brother’ tried to hook up with you at the party, about how you apparently have personal reasons to support monsters. I told EVERYONE!”
Frisk gasped. They weren’t sure whether Gillian was lying or not about telling everyone, but they at least had them admit to telling the people at Tutoriel High. The anger was now boiling in Frisk, unable to believe someone they had considered their best friend would do something like this to them.
“Why?” Frisk asked through gritted teeth.
“Cause you are all fucked up.” Gillian replied laughing. “Monsters are so fucked up. I mean, they just come out of the ground one day and just EXPECT equality? They have the power to obliterate us using magic, a thing we were always told was fictional! Yet they don’t, as if not doing so will make them actually accepted into society. What a fucking joke.”
Frisk was legitimately close to just punching Gillian, but they knew that wouldn’t do anything but cause more trouble. They had trouble seeing anything but red as Gillian continued to laugh evilly. Frisk was near their breaking point, their whole body vibrating in rage and disgust. They needed to end this conversation quick before they did something they regretted.
“Gillian, you really are a horrible human.” Frisk hissed. “Consider us friends no more. I don’t want anything to do with you ever again.”
As Frisk turned around, they heard something slide, followed by Gillian saying “Big fucking mistake, mogger fucker.”
Frisk barely turned back around when Gillian lunged at them, a big, shiny, silver knife in their hand. Frisk was knocked to the ground as Gillian landed on top of them, using her weight as an advantage and pinning Frisk’s arms to the ground. She then dug her knees into their shoulders, making Frisk scream in agony. The screaming was cut short as Gillian placed her free hand on their mouth and stared evilly at them.
Frisk became paralyzed with fear. They stopped screaming as a vision formed around Gillian, the girl transforming into something else. Suddenly, all Frisk heard were slashes of a knife, yelps of pain from all directions, and saw dust raining from the sky. Where Gillian was now sat an 11-year old human, their skin like Frisk’s, and their shirt blue with a magenta stripe. Their eyes were not that of a human however; they were glowing red like the devil.
“You really are fucked up, both you and your ‘brother.” Gillian cackled. “I mean, humans and monsters? Together? Romantically? God, I don’t even want to know what fucking monstrosities would even come out of that. What do you think?”
Gillian stared into Frisk’s eyes. They were filled with shock and fear, and Gillian could feel them breathe rapidly through her hand. To many it would’ve felt weird, but Gillian couldn't help but shake in excitement at Frisk’s hot breath on their fingers. She laughed loudly.
“Look at you, the big ambassador of monsters, being murdered by a lowly human. God, this is too easy.” Gillian snarled in glee. “If it’s this easy to immobilize you, I’m surprised no other asshole did it in the past five years. Well, as much fun as it is toying with you, I think it's time for you to leave this world permanently. Goodbye you bitch!”
The figure in Frisk’s vision lifted the knife above their head. Their eyes became simple red pupils, and a creepy smile crawled across their face. There was no remorse, no hesitation, no pain. It was just a simple smile, and Frisk knew that smile. They tried telling themselves this was an illusion and that if they don’t act now, they’re going to die. Unfortunately, the knife came raining down, and Frisk closed their eyes, awaiting their death.
…
But nothing happened.
Frisk could still feel both the pressure in and on their chest, as well as their rapid breathing. They immediately ruled out the possibility they were dead and dared to open an eye. Thankfully, they no longer saw the horrible flashback of them murdering their friends and family. Instead, they saw Gillian, frozen in place with the knife just inches above Frisk’s chest, a blue glow surrounding her. Her soul also made an appearance, its shape deformed and its color blue.
“I think that’s enough.” Said a voice behind the humans. Gillian was suddenly thrown backwards, the knife flying towards the street and landing on the asphalt with a clink. The girl landed with her own noises of discomfort, but none seemed too serious. With the pressure keeping them down out of the way, Frisk lifted their body up. Their arms were shaking, barely able to keep their body propped up as they turned around.
Beside a nearby tree, Sans stood. His left eye was flaming cyan blue, and his arm was extended towards the humans. Frisk tried to relax at seeing their close friend, but quick glimpses of their earlier flashback kept them tense, as well as new ones at seeing Sans use his magic. Instead, they just flopped back onto the ground, still conscious, but incredibly exhausted and nervous. Sans cautiously walked towards them, his hand still keeping Gillian grounded.
“So, you're the girl who made the kid and the kid get in trouble?” Sans prompted. “Big mistake. Don’t you know how to mind other’s business? Of course, anything that involves the life of our ambassador is always my business, so the whole threatening to kill them thing is going to have to stop.”
Sans released Gillian enough to allow her to sit up, but his magic still kept her hands from moving off the ground. She looked at the skeleton, a fiery mix of hate, anger, and fear in her eyes. Her mouth dropped to a frown momentarily, only to curl into a grin shortly after. Gillian began to laugh again, loud and malicious. Sans’ eye flared more.
“Oh, isn’t that sweet?” Gillian snarled. “You have to get your mogger ‘uncle’ to save you. God, all of you are pathetic. Don’t you know if you do anything to harm me, I can sue you for breaking all those ‘peace’ laws you’ve been trying to enforce?”
“Oh darling, that’s the least of your worries.” A second unknown voice jeered. Frisk didn’t even have to look up for this one, as they recognized that robotic sexy voice anywhere. Even Gillian knew exactly who was talking, and the grin she had disappeared. From behind the same tree Sans was by, Mettaton strolled out with a polaroid in hand.
“Oh yeah? And what do you think you can do?” Gillian spat.
“It’s quite simple really.” Mettaton said. “You see this photo? It’s a photo of you about to stab poor Frisk in broad daylight. Now, what would happen to you if this got out to the public? Surely you don’t want everyone to know you’re crazy.”
Gillian looked unconvinced. “You’re lying.”
“Am I?” Mettaton sauntered over to the stunned girl, presenting the photo to her. Sure enough, it was a picture of Gillian on top of Frisk, the knife raised above her head, murderous intent in her eyes.
“Now you may go around saying that we’re lying and that this photo is fake, but who are they going to believe? A normal human girl, or the most popular monster in the world?”
Gillian stared at the photo. She couldn’t believe that everything was going so well, only to be ruined by her one enemy. Finally, she sighed.
“Fine, you win.” She stated. She then stared directly at Frisk. “But mark my words, Frisk. I will get what I want, and you will fail to bring equality between monsters and humans. Even if it takes years, I will stop you.”
Frisk flinched, still recovering from the attack. Sans glared at Gillian, tempted to slam her against the ground or to kill her there with one of his bone attacks. However, he instead lifted her off the ground and set her by the door to the house. He then released her and made his way over to Frisk, helping them to stand up.
“How’re you holding up, kid?” Sans whispered.
“M-m-my sh-sh…” Frisk couldn’t finish their sentence, the adrenaline and shock keeping them from fully functioning. Sans decided not to push them for more.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you home.” Sans then looked back at Gillian. “If you keep going down the path you’re going, then little girl… you’re going to have a bad time.”
Frisk whimpered at the threat, but Gillian seemed unaffected. Instead, she walked inside and slammed the door, leaving big knife in the street. Once she was gone, Mettaton made his way over the Sans and Frisk.
“Well, I never thought I’d meet such a vile human.” Mettaton grumbled. “I believe it’s best we get out of here before more trouble occurs. Sans, be a dear and drop me off at my mansion after we drop Frisk off?”
“Ok.” Sans answered.
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As Mettaton went downstairs to talk to Toriel and Asgore, Sans led Frisk into their bedroom. Frisk was still horribly shaken up from the events that just happened, still unable to fully speak and their body still shaking. As gently as he could, Sans placed them in their bed and tucked them in, bringing several plushies that were scattered around the room to them. In case those weren’t enough, Sans heard the door suddenly slam open as Asriel barged in in a panic.
“Frisk!” He gasped. “I just heard from Mettaton, are you ok? Are you hurt? I should’ve gone with you so I could’ve made sure she didn’t touch you god I’m sorry I-”
Sans quickly magicked Asriel’s mouth shut before he continued to ramble.
“Hush kid, we don’t need anymore excitement.” Sans warned, releasing the bind shortly after. “It’s alright. Some human just tried to kill our ambassador, so I took care of them.”
Asriel’s eyes widened at Sans’ nonchalant statement and the panic in his chest began to increase. “Y-you don’t mean you…?”
To both monsters’ surprise, it was Frisk who actually answered the question. “N-no… H-h-he d-did-dn’t.”
Asriel sighed in relief, walking over to Frisk’s side. “I-I’m glad to see they’re safe. I-I don’t know w-what I would’ve done if they had died there.”
“Who knows? Anyways, I gotta take Metta home as well. Kids, try to avoid getting frisky, alright?”
Asriel rolled his eyes. “Out, Sans.”
Chuckling, Sans made his way out of the room, leaving Frisk and Asriel alone again. Asriel gently made his way into the bed with Frisk, gently holding them from behind as he kissed the back of their neck. He could still feel them trembling, but it seemed their breathing was thankfully slowing down. He continued to give them gentle kisses as he hummed a gentle song. Frisk began to feel better, the memory of Gillian’s attack being pushed to the back of their mind, and their boyfriend becoming their main focus. After a few minutes, they could finally speak properly.
“Thank you, Asriel.” Frisk whispered. “You always did know how to make me feel better, even in the worst of attacks.”
“Anything for you Frisky.” Asriel replied tearfully. “I love you too much to let you suffer.”
Frisk flipped around, now facing Asriel, and kissed him on the lips. The pair closed their eyes as their mouths flushed against each other, their tongues dancing in the middle. The simple joy of being able to have someone here to share their affections with was all Frisk needed to feel like the luckiest ambassador in the world. They couldn’t imagine where they would be without Asriel.
Frisk sighed as they broke apart. “This is both the best and the worst vacation ever.”
This elicited some laughs from Asriel. “Yeah, I agree with that.”
The two just stayed there, cuddling each other and forgetting about everything else. They didn’t even consider getting up and doing something, they just stayed there in each other’s warm embraces. It wasn’t until someone knocked on the door did they fall out of their trance.
“Pardon me, Frisk?” Asgore said from the other side.
“Come on in.” They replied.
Asgore walked in, blushing a bit as he saw his children laying in the bed together. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I got some exciting news.”
Frisk sat up and looked at their father. “Yes?”
“The mayor accepted your request for a public speech, scheduled this Sunday!”
“Really?” Frisk gasped, jumping out of bed, no noticeable trace of their previous state. They ran up and hugged Asgore, who returned it gently.
“Thank you dad! How did you convince her?”
“Well you know the mayor, she always does have a soft spot for you.” Asgore replied chuckling.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Asriel asked, raising an eyebrow.
Frisk turned to their boyfriend, smiling wide and making his stomach flutter a bit. “I asked dad if he could convince Mayor Downe to let me give a speech to the entire town about romantic human-monster relationships. I figured if our secret’s out, we might as well try to get these laws passed, starting with our town and moving up from there.”
“Oh! That’s awesome!” Asriel himself then got up and hugged both of them. He couldn’t help but feel a little proud at how Frisk turned a really bad situation in their favor. It was like they were made for politics, and Asriel wouldn’t want them any other way.
“C’mon Az,” Frisk said once they broke apart. “Let’s start writing the first draft.”
