#probably undertale

[relaxxattack]

unbelievably sad i was an ipad kid and also didnt have many critical thinking or writing skills when i was really into undertale. nothing for me to dig up

LMAO

idek what i was doing on the internet at that age or how i found undertale

WAIt now i remember it was. from a dnp playthrough -_-

[disasterbisexual-moved]

hmm... wanna draw

[egnidres]

"Do you know this story?"

The mysterious voice echoed in every direction, like an echo that was impossible to pinpoint. Yet there was nothing around him, only the vast emptiness, and a monochrome world of greys. Both the sky that had heard him scream, and the earth that had felt his tears, without judgement... But without any comfort either.

There was no one there! No one but him in a vastness far too great for him.

There was no one there... So whose voice was it?

It seemed so different from his own: cracked, discordant, glitchy. Something immediately unpleasant, which made you want to silence it by throwing a thick book at it – which would surely be the most effective thing in the world.

And yet... Yes, yet, even as he turned in every direction, scrutinising every inch of the surrounding space, there was no one there.

He was alone, and yet that voice continued its tale, oblivious to the turmoil he found himself in.

"Once upon a time, there was a young boy lost in the limbo of existence. He was there, in the place no one knew of, trying in vain to remember his life before his hellish and empty death. Trying to work out if he could leave this place, and if anyone cared about his absence and was searching for him with a gnawing fear in the pit of their stomach that they might not find him."

He kept walking; he had to, after all; there couldn’t be nothing... There had to be something... Or at least he could get rid of that mocking voice.

"But he never asked himself the right question..."

The unpleasant voice fell silent, pausing as if to keep its audience in suspense. Which was quite pointless, since the only person listening to it and hearing it would have liked it to shut up once and for all.

"Did he ever actually exist?"

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, its laughter proved him wrong. Just a cacophony of distorted sounds that made him want to bang his head against the floor to get them out of his head.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Horrified, he pressed a trembling hand against his teeth, suppressing the urge to scream. It wasn’t his voice, but the distorted voice of the stranger. Lowering his eyes, he looked at his frightened reflection on the floor. He couldn’t recognise anything! It wasn’t him! It couldn’t be!

But when he tried to remember his true appearance, his past, or even his own name, nothing seemed to come to mind.

He knelt down, his hand moving away from his face to touch the floor, which felt neither warm nor cool, neither rough nor smooth. Nothing more than a reflection in the grey void.

"Who are you?" he found himself asking his false double. "Who am I?"

All he received in reply was a laugh.

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

— Connais-tu cette histoire ?

La voix mystérieuse résonnait dans toutes les directions, comme un écho impossible à localiser. Il n'y avait pourtant rien dans les alentours, seulement le vide immense, et un camaïeu de gris qui servait de monde. À la fois le ciel qui l'avait entendu hurler, et la terre qui avait senti ses larmes, sans aucun jugement... Mais sans aucun réconfort non plus.

Il n'y avait personne ! Personne à pas lui dans une immensité bien trop importante pour lui.

Il n'y avait personne... Alors à qui appartenait cette voix ?

Elle semblait si différente de la sienne : écaillé, dissonante, glitcher. Quelque chose d'immédiatement désagréable, qu'on avait envie de faire taire en y jeter un livre épais – qui serait surement la chose la plus efficace au monde.

Et pourtant... Oui, pourtant, même en tournant dans tout les sens, détaillant tout les infinités d'espaces proches, il n'y avait personne.

Il était seul, et pourtant cette voix continuait bel et bien son récit, inconsciente du trouble dans lequel il se trouvait.

— Il était une fois un jeune garçon perdu dans les limbes de l’existence. Il était là, dans l'endroit que personne ne connaissait, tentant en vain de se rappeler de sa vie avant sa mort infernale et vide. Tentant de savoir s'il pouvait partir de cet endroit, et si quelqu'un se préoccupait de son absence et le cherchait avec une angoisse au creux du ventre de ne pas le trouver.

Il continuait de marcher, il le fallait après tout, il ne pouvait pas y avoir rien... Il devait y avoir quelque chose... Ou il pouvait au moins se débarrasser de cette voix moqueuse.

— Mais il ne se posait jamais la bonne question...

La voix désagréable s’arrêta, marquant un silence comme pour garder son auditoire en haleine. Ce qui était bien inutile, puisque la seule personne qui l'écoutait et l'entendait aurait bien aimer qu'elle se taise une bonne fois pour toute.

— Est-ce qu'il a un jour réellement exister ?

Là où il pensait qu'elle ne pouvait pas être pire, son rire lui prouva le contraire. Juste une cacophonie de sons difformes qui donnait envie de se frapper le crâne contre le sol pour les faire sortir de sa tête.

— Qui es-tu, commenta-t-il.

Horrifié, il posa un main tremblante contre ses dents, réprimant son envie de hurler. Ce n'était pas sa voix, mais celle difforme de l'inconnu. Baissant les yeux, il regarda son reflet apeuré au sol. Il ne pouvait rien y reconnaître ! Ce n'était pas lui ! Ça ne le pouvait pas !

Mais lorsqu'il essayait de se souvenir de sa véritable apparence, de son passé ou même de son propre nom rien ne semblait lui venir à l'esprit.

Il s'agenouilla, sa main se détachant de son visage pour toucher le sol sans aucune chaleur ou fraicheur, sans aucune rugosité ou velouté. Rien de plus qu'un reflet dans le vide grisâtre.

— Qui es-tu, se voit-t-il demandait à sa fausse copie. Qui je suis ?

Il n'eut qu'un rire comme unique réponse.

[mwagneto]

💙 if you don't normally feel that way, I'm sure it'll pass, maybe try to think about something else that'll calm you?

It's past midnight and I absolutely hate wandering around the house this late especially since I watched parasite yesterday and I'm absolutely scared shitless now so I'm just chilling a my room tryinta do shit while I'm actively crying even tho I'm not sad....it's really weird idk if any distractions would really work, I'll just try to sleep

[windharmony]

So I’m gonna be making a webcomic with cicir eventually. Shit’s gonna be fun yo

[leetwizard]

why are you guys following me

i don’t post anything interesting

[ifartconfetti]

*violently shakes table* art exhibition in a little less than 3 months i still need to look which ones of my art are big enouggh for small posters in good quality and i want to do a few fanart pieces maybe from things i know it is allowed to sell very small batches (about 5 posters tops) of fanart of. 

[zspacecadet]

I'm super sick rn but I'm going to try to post another inktober thing, I don't know what it's going to be yet.