heya guys! I have an unexpected hiatus! I’m truly sorry but i don’t know when im going to be back!! don’t worry, I’m currently doing fine and will be doing fine lol.
remember to stay silly and stay happy while im gone!! :)
wouldn’t want all of my followers to be depressed when I come back xd /hj
[hey hey hey! welcome back to another post lmao. this story revolves around a specific thought i'd had about good ol' undertale. since i'm in the steal town discord, i decided to combine steal town and undertale. first, before we continue, you need some context. context a; the person i've put into chara's shoes, who goes by boo among other things, is in the process of defeating sans in its own genocide playthrough, so i thought it'd be fitting for boo to be chara. context b; i have decided to put myself as sans. the only reason for this being: idk. i guess i just pit my steal!-self against steal!boo too much. idk. anyways, context c; this is gonna be a different take on the sans v. chara brawl, steal!boo and steal!mike (guess i'll out my name why not lmao) are a deity of unknown design and a phantom, based on the soldier from tf2, respectively. finally: enjoy!]
[*So much dust on your hands. Invigorating. Check pockets?]
[YES] [NO]
[*Everything's right where you need it.]
[Boo enters the Judgement Hall with a wicked smile on its face. It brandishes a knife, cleaning it of blood and dust. *Time to add some ectoplasm to it. :) Boo looks up, and... it's not that lazybones this time.]
[he's got a wicked smile on his face as well. he's floating there. pockets in his hands, teeth sharper than knives in his mouth, no goddamn legs... seems he's muttering something under his breath.]
* . . .
[No dialogue. Unusual... especially for someone in Sans' position.]
[CHH-CHH-CHH-Bwooo.]
[No music, either...? What, did someone not finish this fight? What's happening here?]
[*Knock him down a peg. *Well... alright.]
[Boo takes a swing at Mike. Its knife doesn't do a damn thing, phasing through him.]
[A clock ticks in the background... every two seconds. Boo's unsettled by the ticking, but Mike seems right at home.]
[Boo swings again, believing that its knife didn't touch Mike the first time. It phases through again, as it has before.]
[mike seems to... chuckle?... under his breath. he grapples boo's soul, knocking him around with some green magic, and throwing him into a wall of green flames.]
[The ticking grows louder, and mildly faster.]
[no reaction from the phantom... this is eerie, to be sure.]
[Boo scratches its head with its knife. It's not sure how to react to this... indecisiveness? Is Mike refusing to fight for some reason?]
[ACT] -> [*Question]
*So... any reason you're just floating with no words, ghost?
[Green flames emerge from the panels in the floor with every one of Mike's wavering breaths.]
*... ... ... ...
*Ya grumpy, fancypants?
*... . . .
[the flames subside as mike regains his composure.]
*...w-hy.
[Boo shrugs its arms.]
*I got a smidgen bored.
[mike... to put it lightly, doesn't take this as truth.]
*so you... fucking, murder your friends? is that your idea of fun, britishman?
*Well, you do it all the time in that dumb boat game you play!
[mike rubs his face. his chuckling gets louder.]
*i just... don't understand you anymore... y'know?
[Boo attempts to stab Mike a third time. The knife doesn't interact with Mike a third time. Boo begins to get procedurally angry.]
[mike decides to put boo through his strongest attack first, sending his soul through a hellfire of buckshot and attempting to attack it with his hands.]
[Boo's SOUL gets hit by a couple of rounds of buckshot, but nothing else.]
*Keep up, old man!
[mike isn't sure what to come up with next. he settles on letting the green flames take their toll, tossing fireballs at boo's soul.]
[Boo, not expecting fireballs in a Sans fight, is taken offguard by SIX of them and takes... unexpectedly, 240 damage from them and is shattered for the first time, splattering blood onto Mike's face... somehow.]
*...
[mike wipes the blood off of his face, and considers another attack.]
[The ticking of the clock begins again, with Boo's second spawn. It immediately hurls itself at Mike in an eerily psychotic manner, trying to swing at him with its knife. None of the attacks hit.]
[the chuckling gets louder.]
*What's so funny, eh?
[mike sends a flurry of... tank shells in boo's general direction. seems that he's taken to the box of feral idiots to help him in this endeavor. a clever move.]
[Boo gets one-shot by the first shell.]
[the chuckling gets quieter.]
- - -
37. RESPAWNS. LATER.
yeah i know, i'm terrible at designing and describing attacks. i'm sorry.
- - -
[Boo makes it through Mike's final attack this run: a hellfire of tank shells, fireballs, actual fire pits, helicopter blades, bullets, shotgun buckshot, THE CLOWN's stop signs for some reason, and finally to top it all off: milfwife rockets. (mike said nothing between the cut and now.)]
[the chuckling has evolved into a breakdown of psychotic proportions. tears are flooding mike's cheeks, and his wide smile only grows stronger.]
[...eventually... he starts to calm down.]
[Boo takes advantage of this. As you would.]
[the maniacal flurry calms to a laughter...]
[...to a chuckle...]
[...to murmuring...]
[...and finally, to nothing, with mike's smile devolving into a frown and the tears subsiding briefly. his phantom body reveals a weakpoint: a human chest area. he falls asleep from the excitement.]
[Boo, seeing as Mike is re-enacting Sans's special attack, and vulnerable, takes this opportunity to drag the attack barrier over to his FIGHT button while Mike is calmed. He attacks, and...]
[he jolts to the left. Boo whiffs.]
*...did'j-
[Boo attacks again.]
[he jolts to the right. Boo whiffs again.]
*-a really think you could'a-
[Boo attacks a final time, out of anger and spite. The blow lands. 395294673407603486546565634564069854765605946854657846958609697560703680467809940654649999999999999999999999999999999993458940358904769854065940759406754675869903859749305893405979963459735634895634895793940589340567899347590983459083480599789340578934579342089034758999744356797684697489367893467897468957469089460578994969455465546164954596864526985466854246968064489546045426154655449695945999465426315460545461536919650456454561605456604954697045684675891675690017856670429640462950494625458164545 damage is dealt to Mike. (Way more than what Sans would've been given, that's for sure. Yes, I typed all of that.)]
[mike collapses to the ground.]
*...
*...
*...
[The clock continues to tick. mike gets back onto his feet.]
*... ... ...
[mike can't comprehend boo's cruelty. he runs his hands across his chest. the laughter picks up.]
[Boo attacks a fourth time, landing again and dealing the same amount of damage as previously typed. I'm not copypasting that, for both our sakes.]
[mike is silenced.]
* . . .
*Well?
*...
[he falls backwards. only able to think of his best friend.]
*...a... ax... h-elp... me...
[An especially long dusting sound effect is emitted from Mike's slowly dissolving body, lasting a total of 26 seconds. His souls nowhere to be seen, and no dust is left on the floor.]
[The clock is silent.]
*...
[With one last psychotic laugh, Boo heads for the throne room.]
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Thanks for playing, now don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out!
mmmm fine. this hope of seeing the boy gives me the motivation I need to sleep. goodnight lia, goodnight vamp! imma go ahead and head to bed bc I’m Exhausted and also have a ton of homework in the morning.......... but I also wanna draw the boy too, so all sorts of motivation to sleeb. anygays bye! ~silver
