#phasmotale red

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[A little treat as we once again rub our grubby paws on this AU.]

[Ruby wrote a drabble and Red couldn’t stop herself from formatting it into a little thing along with adding in an accompanying spot illustration.]

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“I ain’t even got outta tha car and that thing-a-whatever reader was beeping like crazy. So I went n’ I got backup. No, I didn’t run away.”

[Just a meme redraw while we work on a comic.]

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When you’re just a van rat popping on site to put down a camera and the ghost closes the door on you. Audio from IcyCaress’ Twitch Stream

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I = Interviewer // R = Red // P = Papyrus I: As we all know, only monsters were affected by the strange phenomena that happened a year ago, how are you coping with living after the events? R: Why tha’ underground do I gotta do this stupid sh-- (Papyrus coughs at this point across the room and smiles at Red.)

P: Answer the lovely interviewer’s questions please, Red. R: *mutters something the interviewer cannot catch* Copin’? Ay, I’m copin’ alright, s’very strange ta have.... lotsa bosses...I mean bros, but s’not tha’ bad.

I: And what about you with your other selves? R: .....Somebones ‘ave gotta learn tha’ place, stealing mah food, but s’not like we’re all sleepin’ in the same room anymore. Tha’ was tha pits then.

I: Oh? The government grant for monsters? How are you enjoying your upgraded home and all that space now? R: Come on...do I really gotta answer tha? ...S’alright, too many boneheads around ta’ say it’s all tha spacey.

I: Where were you when your other selves turned up?

R: Grabbin’ pizza from Grillby’s. Then outta nowhere all these Grillbz come poppin’ outta the kitchen and tha fish dudes at the bar just spilled out onta’ tha’ floor. Tha joint just filllleeedd ta tha’ brim with monsters all lookin’ tha same.

I: That must’ve been shocking! R:A real zap ta tha bones, I tell ya. I took a shortcut straight home, but there were all these boneheads in mah room calling themselves Sans, when I’m the one true Sans. I: So... how did you get your name? R: ...Lost at rock, paper, scissors. Who plays tha’ dumb baby game this day an’ age. S’ completely rigged, it was.

------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now he’s called Red, and he’s Red-y to kick some supernatural butt... maybe.