#underjumble frisk

[underjumble]

I got a really long ask so I'm going to split it into multiple posts :D

What are the underjumble cast's pronouns?

All pronouns are not required to be used by characters unless stated otherwise, have fun tweaking or adding on!

Sans hasn’t really questioned his gender. He doesn’t feel happy OR sad when he hears he/him. It feels right yeah, but he feels neutral about them. I don’t think he would mind with any other pronouns, it would be a bit huh? but at the end of the day he’s not gonna feel bad about them unless it/its. He uses He/him.

Papyrus is too young to have even considered the idea that he’s not male. He/him.

Asriel is, you guessed it, he/him. Sorry y'all. I’m infamous for making all my characters queer but not right now.

Chara uses they/it. They’re referred to by them a lot, but some pepper it in. They don’t mind if you call them exclusively by one or the other. Chara is canonically non-binary (not as in the gender itself, but as in outside the binary) in underjumble, and you may not refer to them using he or she. Any others are fine.

Napstablook is a little silly they/them! They will not correct you if you don’t use the right pronouns due to anxiety, though, so I won’t take it as misgendering if any character uses pronouns other than that, since it’s usually Mettaton standing up for them. Napstablook is a bit ambiguous because although they use they/them they are a demiboy, so I will accept using he. Just, don’t make them into a he/him only, okay? I want to respect their original pronouns.

Mettaton is a he/him. Specifically, a trans he/him! :D I would prefer if you kept part of his masculine pronouns, but he’s not outright confirmed to be trans in undertale, so I won’t keep that rule with an iron fist.

Maddie, like in canon, is a trans she/her catgirl. You cannot use he for her.

Toriel is a she/her

Asgore is he/him. Sorry but he’s the embodiment of a 40-50 year old divorced depressed cishet dad. Love him though!

The sapphics are she/her :)

Gaster is a he/him. He gives me the vibes that he wouldn’t be purposely transphobic, but he’d make mistakes that make you cringe, you know. His heart is in the right place.

Frisk is they/them. He or she will not be tolerated.

[underjumble]

The underground rarely had recent news, spare for the occasional crosswords. Due to this and how tightly knitted the monsters were, it was no surprise many rumors were quickly spread among them through whispers, echo flowers, undernet blogs and other means.

Recently, legends told of a tale about the first human in more than half a decade, quiet and unnoticeable, falling into their realm. Even stranger, they haven't raised a weapon against any monster, and said they were planning on not escaping, but freeing them.

But let's back up a bit.

Toriel has been the royal scientist for as long as anyone can remember. Despite a few monsters swearing she was too aloof to have the position, she had already brought the underground internet when she first took the title years (decades? centuries? no one knew.) ago. She recently found a way to repair what fell from Waterfall impressively, and had secret projects that was for the purpose of freeing monsters without anymore violence.

Some monsters assumed she was the maker of the core. A couple even believed she was the first royal scientist, despite an old myth.

No one knows who started it, but the legend told of a royal scientist. There were many interpretations of her. Intimidating and cruel, respectful and serious, or maniac and unstable to name a few.

However, that is a myth lost to time. Let's go further back.

There is a legend, promising an angel which has seen the surface that would one day descend and make the underground empty. The optimistic thought of the angel as a savior, the pessimistic believing the angel was an angel of death, slaughtering them all.

Let's go back.

Back to the beginning.

There's a legend, of men and monsters...

[underjumble]

Discovery

Frisk was always a curious kid. It was one of the few things that shined through their shy and meek exterior, even if they weren’t comfortable with who was around.

Sometimes their curiosity got them in trouble, like that time they sawed a lock off to peek inside the drawer, but nothing ever smothered their fascination with the world.

So, when they heard about the legend, of how no one who climbs the mountain is ever seen again, they found themself with the need to know what was happening, and snuck out late at night. But, just like the old saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

They were sure they had good footing, but when adjusting the flashlight’s settings, they tripped on a tangle of vines. They took off their backpack to make sure they weren’t unbalanced when looking over, leaving them resourceless other than the flashlight that shattered into pieces on impact.

What was a terrifying experience soon became even more mysteries, as they found themself in a world, where new information was around every corner. They quickly became interested, wanting to learn all the monster race had to offer.

. . .

Maybe, they thought, looking around at the destroyed world, the only light source their soul, that they shouldn’t have messed with what was beyond their understanding.