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😭❤️ la amo demasiado, ya me terminaron mi itabag de Edge, yo solo realice el diseño y el maker hizo la magia ❤️❤️
Coraline undertale au but-
U move into a crowded house with kinda stand off-ish neighbors (come off as mean)
U find the key (or it’s a sleep realm) and other-mother= other-neighbors are kind and talkative-wanting to be your friend.
Backstory you’ve always been an outcast and had a hard time making friends so finding this other world it’s like a dream come true.
It’s kinda like the way fairytales set up friendships. Instead of everyone thinking you’re weird and off putting, they think you’re quirky and funny-and your lack of eye contact not weird at all!
Maybe u get to comfortable with other-sans you try to befriend the real him and u embarrass/ feel like u offended him which. Leads u to falling even further into the other-world but u realize it’s draining you of your life power and u have to find a way out maybe other-pap and sans help u out and now your back to the real world were the miscommunication gets fixed and make friends in the real world-or did u leave at all *insert scary music*
I have a couple of wat this could play out that was just a brief one.
Characters in story; underfell au: sans, pap, undyne, alphys, toriel, frisk, brief mention of asgore, and flowey
Flowey would be the cat in this world
I guess toriel could play as other mother? Or it could be a mystery who was really pulling the strings.
Drawings coming soon
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chapters: 6/? rating: Explicit chapter wordcount: 2,571 characters: Sans, Red, Edge chapter warnings: past major character death; suicidial thoughts; implied/referenced fellcest; past murder and a lot of thoughts about death in general;
Chapter summary: The agreed-upon week's reprieve has passed. Judge isn't looking forward to this.
Part 2 of no way off the hamster wheel.
if kaitlyn would have been in the underfell universe, in that version how did they get taken in by the underfell brothers?
A/N: In each sense, in every Fell AU, I think Lyn would have in some sense ended up in some sort of "stray" position or a position of being abandoned and found by someone. So in that way, I think it was not too far from how she met the Mafiafell brothers in the other AU.
Gruffly opening her eyes, the girl was met with a cold feeling spreading through her body and a horrible wetness. As she slowly raised herself up the slightest bit, she saw her entire body was covered in snow. She blinked once.
"Am I hallucinating again?" she thought to herself, before immediately giving herself a stupid look in her mind like she even had hallucinations to begin with.
She gruffly tried to get up again, but the cold air immediately hitting her and the harsh wetness she felt at her chest from the remains of the snow was just too much.
Without thinking, she slammed herself right back into the snow, which she regretted even more now as the large amount of snow touched her entire body, which was already stripped of any warm clothes. She was laying there in the snow with, thank the lord she thought, thick layered sports pants and a purple shirt.
As she shivered from the freezing snow and the combined wind, she immediately stopped thinking about all of it when she heard footsteps approaching nearby. Her mind spiraled with thoughts and panic as she reflexively got up, not thinking of anything strategic.
One second her mind was telling her to go find whoever was approaching and beat the shit out of them. The other part was scolding her for being stupid enough to think some teenager could beat up some dangerous person when she did not even know how dangerous they could be. And finally, there was the slightly smarter and more logical part of her brain.
Looking to her side and seeing a tree, her mind immediately thought of climbing it, ignoring the part screaming at her that she had never climbed a tree in her life. And the one time she did when she was seven years old, she could not even hold onto a thick branch and fell off.
Still, just going with whatever her reflexes told her to do, she stood up while ignoring the coldness the wind and snow forced onto her body. She spotted a pretty big tree that, if climbed high enough, was covered by thick leaves. She heard the footsteps getting louder and louder before a booming voice suddenly echoed through the area.
"DOOMFANGER? WHERE HAVE YOU WANDERED OFF TO THIS TIME?"
Oh shit. Oh shit SHIT!
She hysterically grabbed onto the tree and, with all her power and might, somehow successfully began climbing it. Her heartbeat thumped a mile a minute as she used some of the branches she desperately hoped would not break from her weight, using them like a ladder to pull herself up.
When she finally got to a safe enough spot hidden by the thick layers of leaves, she kept her breathing as low as possible even though her heart was still pounding violently. She could barely believe she had actually managed to climb a tree without falling.
As the footsteps came closer and closer, they finally stopped. The crunching sound of snow beneath the person's feet came to a halt. It sounded aggressive and stompy. She wondered what kind of person walked like that. A soldier, a monstrous killer, or worse.
Uh... what is worse than that?
As she zoned out from her previous panic, she suddenly heard a sound not too far from her, somewhere within reach. Okay, jeez, since when did her mind start acting so fancy with those words?
Carefully moving her body while trying not to make any sound, she shifted with her hands first and her legs following behind in a crouched position. She heard the sound again.
A slight... wailing sound?
Taking a breath, she carefully moved the leaves aside and realized the sound was coming from behind them. She took one hand and made a fist, quickly fixing it so her thumb rested outside instead of behind her fingers. Using her free hand to part the leaves, the thing instantly jumped straight onto her face, clawing into her cheekbones.
She screeched loudly and fell onto her back against the already weak tree branches.
"GAH! WHAT THE HELL! LET GO! MY BIRTHMARK!"
As she yanked the thing away from her face, it revealed a really furry little white kitten hissing loudly while latched onto her. Holding it high above her head, she breathed in shaky gasps while her back pressed against the tree. The cat kept trying to claw at her, not calming down for even a second. She thrashed her legs around while struggling against the slightly chubby cat.
Just as she finally managed to get the cat into a position where she could pry it off, a soft "finally" escaped her lips.
The sudden lack of support behind her made her let out a shriek she tried desperately to keep quiet, still remembering there was someone searching for this "Doomfanger". She did not know what that person, or monster, or whatever it was would do to her. But the moment the sound escaped her throat, the quiet shriek turned into a loud screaming yell as she reflexively clung onto the same cat that had already made her look even more like a stray than she did before.
The rush of her heartbeat suddenly stopped the second she felt support beneath her.
More specifically, when she opened her eyes, she realized she had been caught in a bridal carry.
Her eyes immediately took in the fact that this was definitely not a human. The first thing she saw was an exposed ribcage and skeletal hands. Her eyes slowly traveled upward until they met a sharp toothed skeleton with a violently slashed scar across one eye and a glowing red pupil in the unscarred one.
She breathed heavily while desperately trying to hide how shaken she was. She was not new to the fact that if you showed weakness to people around you, they would take advantage of it. And this absolutely felt like one of those situations.
Before she could even force herself into what both her parents and she herself had taught for situations like this, screaming, thrashing, biting, kicking, pissing yourself, shitting yourself, literally anything to escape his grip, the tall skeleton simply remained still while holding her.
He just stared at her with unblinking eyes as if he could not process what he was even looking at.
Well, not like Kaitlyn was blinking much either.
Even though her thoughts were screaming at her, the two of them just stared at one another as if they were both waiting for the other to make the first move.
"AT LAST! I HAVE FINALLY CAPTURED A HUMAN!"
The loud booming voice immediately confirmed her realization that this was the same voice she had been hearing yelling for the last ten minutes.
The grumpy cat that had attacked and clawed her skin off calmly walked across her already scratched stomach, making her groan slightly from the painful stomping. The cat seemed to notice and intentionally stepped down even harder with its sharp claws. Kaitlyn leaned her head backward to avoid any sort of contact with her face.
And with that movement, she remembered the birthmark along her cheek that was now prominently bleeding. The pain immediately resurfaced. She had already made too much noise and shown way too much vulnerability to this skeleton at this point. He could probably eat her alive if he wanted to.
Yet his incredibly intimidating demeanor completely changed the second he noticed the cat sitting on her stomach. His face shifted into a grin that looked almost soft, completely opposite to how he acted only moments ago. He gently pet the cat with his clawed hands, earning a loud purr from the once aggressive kitten.
It was almost like the two of them completely changed personalities whenever they interacted with each other.
The thought barely finished circling her mind before she was snapped out of it by the sudden harsh gaze of both of them turning toward her.
Oh god, was he going to make the cat attack her instead of doing it himself?
"FOR SOMETHING SEEMINGLY HUMAN," he said while grabbing one of her scarred arms and examining it up and down like some sort of doctor, "YOU ARE QUITE THE OPPOSITE. YOU LOOK LIKE SOME STRAY ANIMAL."
Well, humans evolved from monkeys.
Hey, what the hell?
"I'm not an animal."
She harshly smacked his hand away from her arm, the impact making a slight crack sound. It was a solid hit.
The skeleton paused and stared at her for what felt like forever. Though honestly, her main focus was still on the cat and whether or not it was about to claw the rest of her skin off.
At this point her thoughts were spinning in endless circles. But one thing that stayed in her mind was the fact she had already shown enough vulnerability to get herself killed ages ago. Another part of her mind was screaming at her to do something already, bite into his ribcage if needed. Sure, she might lose a few teeth, but they were not even permanent teeth anyway. Plus, her father barely had any teeth left and he was still fine.
Meanwhile, the other part of her brain had fully settled into one simple thought.
Fuck it, we ball.
The constant yelling between both sides of her mind was giving her a horrible migraine.
Before she could even process another thought, the skeleton, still analyzing her while she remained half zoned out, suddenly shifted his sharp grin wider. Without warning, he threw the human over his shoulder like a potato sack while carefully holding the cat close against his chest with his other arm, gently petting it.
"DOOMFANGER! THE DAY HAS COME! I HAVE FINALLY CAPTURED A HUMAN!"
Kaitlyn wondered to herself, now that all the noise in her head had gone quiet except for one single thought.
How exactly was she going to die?
Would she be tortured, beaten to death, burned alive, eaten alive?
Now that she thought about it, maybe monsters had their own unique ways of killing people. Maybe they injected humans with weird drugs.
Nah, too boring. These monsters probably had more "creative" methods than humans did.
As she looked over the physique this skeleton monster possessed, he definitely looked roughened up. She wondered if all monsters looked like this, or if something specifically happened to him that made him so different from everyone else.
It almost felt like she was staring at her own physique if she had somehow become a nine foot tall skeleton with glowing red eyes and the body of a man.
Now that she thought about it... She still was not entirely sure whether this was real or if she had just drunk too much apple juice and swallowed too many pills.
a brother's final stand
rating: not rated wordcount: 3,379 characters: Edge, Dust, Papyrus, Red warnings: past character death, unsafe/unhealthy working conditions
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The sun has climbed halfway toward its zenith, doing little to warm the chilly mid-morning air, by the time that Edge reaches the end of his patrol route at long last and collapses, temporarily, into the laughably small metal folding chair in the equally laughably small guard shack that he calls his office. It’s only the experience of long, harsh winters in he and Red’s home country that keeps him from shivering as he sits for a moment, trying to catch his breath and utterly failing.
Exhaustion and the cold air seeping in through the poorly constructed walls make for a difficult time taking a full breath inwards. What he does manage to suck into his phantasmal lungs is so bitingly cold that it makes him wince.
Frustrated, he smacks the ON button on the even more laughably tiny space heater Undyne had given him to try to warm the place up while he’s in here. It won’t heat the shack all that well on account of all the gaps for the heat to escape out of, but he’s arranged it in such a way that he’ll at least feel the hot air as it passes him.
When the air he’s breathing is finally warm enough to comfortably breathe, he at last draws his phone out of his inventory and prays he remembered to charge it before he left home two days ago.
… It’s still on, with a little battery percentage to spare.
Small mercies, he supposes.
Less merciful is the ‘Missed Call’ notification he sees, followed by the ‘New Voicemail’ notification. He has to unlock the infernal contraption before he’s able to see who called him, and he curses his past self for being so privacy-conscious. He probably won’t remember to change the settings to let him read everything on the lock screen, though, and he’ll have this same problem again in a couple of weeks.
Once the phone is unlocked, he stops cold.
4:41 AM: Red – Missed Call
4:43 AM: Red – New Voice Message
The other notifications he has don’t matter. They may as well not exist at all.
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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: nothing chapter-specific (i dont think) Summary:
Okay, so admittedly none of this has gone entirely according to plan.
Actually, most of it did the opposite of that.
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OR:
Sans runs afoul of some pirates once or twice, and it turns out there are a lot of things he doesn't know about the universe at large - things he really wasn't ever supposed to learn.
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chapters: 5/? rating: Explicit chapter wordcount: 4,459 characters: Sans, Red, Edge chapter warnings: past major character death; suicidial thoughts; implied/referenced fellcest; judge being emotionally avoidant as always
Chapter summary: Post-grief crash cleanup efforts continue. He's tired already.
Part 2 of no way off the hamster wheel.
