#undertale roleswap

[sbtorms]

rock.

A long while ago, I thought about some kind of Flowey-role Sans, but didn't have much of an idea for it. But now, I actually have more for it.

Meet Rock... the, uh... lava rock. Yeah, not "Rocky" or anything like that. Just Rock.

It essentially acts like fandomy fanony genocide route Sans, and hates humans because humans killed its brother................... bad time................................

[omegafrisk]

In the chara/asriel roleswap, what purpose would the pacifist final battle serve, since chara isn't projecting asriel onto frisk?

((it’s to convince chara of the goodness of humanity!

their intention isn’t to become god so they play with frisk over and over, it’s to make themself strong enough to destroy any opposition to monsters. they want to become a guardian angel against the horrors they imagine on the surface. despite frisk’s pacifism thus far, they can’t bring themself to believe yet that it’s frisk’s true nature, let alone representative of all of humanity. a heartfelt battle is what it takes to reassure them that their trauma isn’t everyone’s. 

[lyn-the-dreamer-blog]

Two lil group pictures One was drawn a few days ago, the other a few months ago

[sbtorms]

Random Undertale swap AU idea.

While I can't think of anything more of it atm, the basis of it is [ Gaster <--> Alphys ]

The CORE <--> The Amalgamates The CORE is instead a living organism that feeds off some kind of energy to produce magical electricity, created by Alphys, referred to as the HEARTH. The Amalgamates are robotic attempts to make the souls of long-passed monsters persist, fueled by determination. Yet some metals melted and merged together, creating Abominations.

Blook Family <--> Gaster Followers (+Goner Kid) Ruins Dummy <--> Follower 1 Napstablook <--> Goner Kid Mad Dummy/Mew Mew <--> Follower 3 Mettaton <--> Follower 2

[omegafrisk]

Really like your take on a Asriel and Chara roleswap! Would it be possible to hear how Asriel would behave at the end of the genocide route and how Chara acts after being revived?

((oooooh!!!

i wonder if asriel might project chara onto frisk like he does in canon. even if he doesn’t see them as Literally Chara he might see them as sort of… the spirit of chara? a metaphor for chara? the pacifist route feels like one big apology to him; “you were right, i’m so sorry” put into action. 

the no mercy route feels like a slap to the face. “you were wrong. you ruined everything. this is all your fault. i hate you.” i can’t really see him doing any “it’s me, asriel” “i unlocked the chain” sort of flavour text. i think he’s more likely to sink back in shame than bring himself to the fore. he feels like he’s being accused more than directed.

but i’m guessing you’re asking for the end of no mercy speech, so, rubs my hands together, lemme see what i can do.

[ =) ]

[ERASE] [DO NOT]

as for chara, i feel like their arc in the paci route is one of realising that they don’t have to fix everything on their own. they’re no saviour, no demon, everything isn’t their fault. they’re just a kid, and they made a mistake, and they’re not evil because of it. frisk proves that humans - and by extension, chara - are capable of good after all.

that being said, they absolutely don’t mistake frisk for asriel. they’re not the projecting type like that. they see frisk as a human invader to the underground; something to be destroyed.

i hope you’re happy i’m putting these speeches together because by god do they take forever

[ c= ]

[graveexcitement]

so far today i've written 2 full pages (exact wordcount unknown because i haven't typed most of today’s work up yet, but it's probably somewhere around 500-600 words) of the next chapter of it's snowing somewhere else, my undertale roleswap/species swap fic. 

excerpt: 

To Sans' surprise, there was a small chamber behind the waterfall, lit by glowing mushrooms, and at the very back of it was... a dusty tutu. 

Papyrus examined the tutu. "IT APPEARS TO BE A PROTECTIVE PIECE OF ARMOR!" 

“then you should wear it," Sans said immediately. "i've got the bandanna, but you don't have any armor." 

His brother apparently had no argument to bring against this. "VERY WELL!" he said, and donned the tutu. He took a moment to pose, hands on his hips, tutu flaring out from his waist. "WITH THIS TUTU," he declared, "THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL BE BOTH STYLISH AND WELL-PROTECTED!" 

"absolutely," said Sans.

[graveexcitement]

[FIC] it’s snowing somewhere else (2/?)

Two brothers have fallen into the Underground, and it'll take more than a healthy serving of determination for them to get out again. Luckily, a certain skeleton named Frisk is around to lend a helping hand. (Roleswap/Species Swap!AU)

[AO3] [CH 1] [CH 2] [CH 3] [CH 4] [CH 5]

chapter two: shivers down your spine

The puzzles they came across were... significantly harder than the ones in the Ruins. Or at least, some of them were; Sans had the feeling he could pick out which puzzles were authored by Frisk, just based on the lower difficulty.

"IS THIS... JUST A CROSSWORD PUZZLE?" Papyrus asked, frowning faintly at the paper he held. "NO MATTER!" He pulled out a pencil and decisively wrote a 'Z' in every box. At the top, he scrawled, 'SNORE!' before placing the paper back on the ground.

Despite Papyrus' perpetually loud volume, they had yet to run across Chara. They had encountered several dogs, all of which Papyrus had been eager to pet. At one point, Sans had heard the distant clanking of Chara's armor, but Frisk had shown up and directed the brothers to hide behind a pair of large doghouses while they persuaded their sibling that their patrolling efforts would be better spent elsewhere.

"They've noticed that several puzzles have been solved," Frisk told the brothers afterward. "I tried to convince them that it was probably just Snowdrake looking for a captive audience, but I don't think they bought it. You'd best hurry."

After the crossword puzzle, they came across a hunk of cheese, frozen to a table. Squeaks came from a hole in the nearby wall. Knowing that the mouse might one day find a way to heat up the cheese... it filled Sans with determination.

The next area held a puzzle involving switches and Xs and Os that Sans couldn't make heads or tails of. Papyrus seemed to be slowly making headway, though, so Sans leaned against a tree and watched his brother work.

Idly he wondered: if this whole place was underground, how was it snowing right now? Were there somehow clouds down here? Was it just magic? He felt vaguely annoyed with the idea that magic was the explanation for everything down here. Of course, he had already seen magic with his own eyes - all the monsters seemed to wield it with ease in battle. And based off of the cleanliness of the stove top back in Toriel's house, she probably used her fire magic to cook as well as fight.

Still, personal magic was one thing. There were legends of human sorcerers as well - Sans had read of them eagerly, before... But that didn't explain the strange weather, or even the tree he was currently leaning against. Trees needed light to grow... but then, there was a muted light down here, wasn't there? Where did it come from? He squinted upwards, but the sky above was dark, empty of sun or moon or stars.

He found himself sliding down to sit on the ground. The snow was cold, and he huddled into his hoodie, breathing on his hands to try and warm them up. Every so often, Papyrus let out exclamations of frustration or victory. The victorious shouts seemed to be getting more frequent, so Sans didn't feel too bad about not helping out his brother on this one. They'd probably be moving on soon, on to whatever puzzle or challenge awaited them next. He could close his eyes for the moment, though.

Just for a moment...

"But how does it all work?" A frustrated voice.

A softer, voice, uncertain: "I... I don't know. Magic?"

A scowl. A pause. Finally: "Then how does the magic work?"

"SANS!"

He jerked awake, heart thudding. In front of him was his brother's concerned face.

"what? oh, hey... you solved the puzzle. nice work, bro."

Papyrus nodded distractedly. "I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU WOULD NEED SOME TIME TO REST! PERHAPS... A PIGGYBACK RIDE, TO SAVE YOUR ENERGY?"

Sans looked down. "that's, uh, a nice thought. but i think that nap was enough." It did sound nice, but he was honestly kind of embarrassed at falling asleep instead of helping Papyrus with the puzzle. He should be trying to help them get out of this mess instead of taking naps like he was still a little kid.

What had that dream even been about, anyways?

"ARE YOU SURE? THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS ALWAYS READY TO SERVE AS YOUR CHARIOT, BROTHER!"

Sans laughed. Maybe it would be okay... He looked up - whether to accept his brother's offer or laugh it off, he wasn't sure - only to see a figure in dark steel standing by the solved puzzle. His heart dropped into his stomach, and he inwardly cursed himself for forgetting that this place wasn't safe.

Apparently Chara could move quietly, when they wanted to.

"Two humans?" they said. "It must be my lucky day."

Slowly, Papyrus turned around, shielding Sans as best he could. "YES!" he shouted, exuberantly, and only a touch nervously. "YOU ARE INDEED LUCKY TO MEET MY BROTHER AND I, FOR WE ARE THE BEST HUMANS WE KNOW!"

Sans peered around his brother. This time, the skeleton was wearing a helmet, but it was definitely Chara. Their armor proudly displayed an emblem: a bone crossed with a knife. He shivered a little, seeing it.

Realizing he was still slumped against the tree, he stood up. Chara seemed less than impressed with his brother's bravado. He almost wondered if Frisk would show up to help... but Frisk had advised them to avoid Chara, to not be caught by them. They probably wouldn't be able to help, now that he and Papyrus were actually facing their sibling.

"Today is a fateful day," Chara said. "You two are going to help me fulfill all of my hopes and dreams."

Papyrus and Sans' souls floated out from their bodies, a motion that was already becoming familiar to them both. The sight of their dual blue souls would almost be comforting, if it didn't signify the start of a battle.

"ARE YOU THE AUTHOR OF THIS PUZZLE?" Papyrus asked. "BECAUSE IT IS TRULY MAGNIFICENT!"

"Well, it trapped you here. So I guess I agree." And with that, they smiled... and threw a flurry of bones at the brothers' souls.

Sans tried his best to dodge the bone onslaught, but his soul was clipped by a few of the bones. Papyrus was even worse off - he was better at talking to monsters rather than dodging their attacks.

"AHAH... TRULY, YOU ARE A FORMIDABLE FOE! I MUST SAY -"

Chara cut him off, hurling another wave of bones at their souls. Sans fell into the rhythm of dodging, but Papyrus yelped, caught off guard, and was battered by bones as a result.

When the bone attack was over, Papyrus opened his mouth to chastise Chara for interrupting him. Sans shoved a Nice Cream bar into his hands instead. "you're low on health," he said, "and i don't think they want to listen anyways."

Papyrus frowned, but ate the Nice Cream. The wrapper offered him an illustration of a hug.

Chara wasted no time in attacking, this time swiping at the brothers' souls with a pair of large bones.

"YOU KNOW, INTERRUPTING PEOPLE IS RUDE! AND SO IS ATTACKING THEM! DO NOT FEAR, HOWEVER! I WILL FIND IT IN MY HEART TO FORGIVE YOU!"

Sans inwardly groaned. Papyrus should really be taking his turns to heal, not try and forgive their murderous opponent.

Papyrus' offer of forgiveness elicited no reaction - other than another bone attack, of course.

"AH, BUT I AM AFRAID THAT FORGIVENESS SHALL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL AFTER WE STOP FIGHTING! BY THE WAY... HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU THAT YOUR ARMOR IS REALLY COOL?"

This, of all things, seemed to take the skeleton aback. "Only Frisk... Thanks?" they said, before throwing yet more bones.

"YOU'RE WELCOME!" Papyrus shouted cheerfully. He seemed to have completely disregarded the idea of healing.

'If he takes any more hits, I'm going to force-feed him the butterscotch pie,' Sans swore silently.

Papyrus continued, "NOW, BEFORE THIS BATTLE, YOU SAID WE WOULD HELP YOU WITH YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS..."

Another flurry of bones, but the pattern was growing familiar; even Papyrus managed not to get hit, and Sans dodged them with ease.

"...AND I KNOW JUST HOW WE CAN MAKE THAT HAPPEN! YOU SEE, I KNOW IT IS EVERYONE'S DREAM TO HAVE FRIENDS AS COOL AS MY BROTHER AND I!"

Chara attacked again, but their bones seemed to be moving... slower? Sans couldn't believe it. Was his brother really getting through to them?

"WELL, WE CAN MAKE THAT DREAM OF YOURS COME TRUE! YOU SEEM LIKE A GREAT PERSON, AND MY BROTHER AND I WOULD LOVE TO BE YOUR FRIENDS! ISN'T THAT RIGHT, SANS?"

Sans forced a smile. Making friends with a would-be-murderer wasn't exactly his idea of a good time, but... well, it would definitely be easier thanfighting them. "yeah, bro. friendship to the max."

A few bones flew towards them, but both brothers could easily move their souls out of the way. Sans felt hope stirring in him.

"WHAT DO YOU SAY?"

The skeleton lifted up the faceplate of their helmet, and looked at the brothers. A small smile crept onto their face. "Sure," they said. "Let's be friends."

Sans sighed in relief, while Papyrus grinned ear-to-ear. "GREAT!" he shouted. "I AM VERY GLAD -"

Then one of Chara's eyesockets flashed red, and twin knives struck twin souls.

The worst part wasn't even that Sans could feel his soul about to shatter, or that he could feel the knife like it had pierced his actual heart, or that Chara was striding forward to collect his soul, a cruel smile on their face.

The worst part was the stricken, betrayed look on his brother's face, before everything faded away.

... .. .

Where he expected to hear nothing, he heard a deep voice.

"Our fate rests upon you... My son, please... stay determined..."

Sans felt a fire ignite within him, a burning sensation in his soul. Their story could not, would not end that way. He would not let his brother die to that monstrous skeleton.

He refused.

[chapter three]

.

Get.

Knifed on.

[graveexcitement]

[FIC] it’s snowing somewhere else (1/?)

Two brothers have fallen into the Underground, and it'll take more than a healthy serving of determination for them to get out again. Luckily, a certain skeleton named Frisk is around to lend a helping hand. (Roleswap/Species Swap!AU)

[AO3] [CH 1] [CH 2] [CH 3] [CH 4] [CH 5]

chapter one: speak with such a screech

"H u m a n s ."

The voice rasped out from behind them, and Papyrus froze, clutching Sans' hand. Toriel's words from not too long ago echoed in Sans' ears: 'They come. They leave. They die.' As much as he wished to flee the ominous voice, the bridge in front of them was blocked off by bars, and neither of them were thin enough to fit through the gaps. Maybe he could give Papyrus a boost over the bars? Then at least one of them could be safe...

"D o n ' t y o u t w o k n o w h o w t o g r e e t a n e w p a l ?"

He already knew Papyrus would never agree, though - Papyrus would never willingly leave Sans in jeopardy. That was why they were here in the first place.

"T u r n a r o u n d a n d s h a k e m y h a n d ."

Slowly, Papyrus turned, and Sans found himself turning as well, to face whatever monster had stalked them through the snow. The monster in question was shadowed, but Sans could see their hand held out to them. Was this a trap of some kind?

If so, he couldn't let his brother trigger it. He reached out and clasped the monster's hand...

...only to stare as their joined hands released a wheezing flatulence. Almost against his will, he snickered, and Papyrus groaned.

"JUST GREAT," Papyrus shouted. "SOMEONE ELSE WITH YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR!"

The monster giggled and dropped their hand. "Whoopee cushion in the hand," they whispered. "It always lightens up the mood." Their smile flickered. "You two... you're human, right?" The two nodded. "You might want to be a little quieter, then. You don't want to attract my sibling's attention."

Sans raised an eyebrow. It would take more than monsters to quiet down Papyrus. "gotcha," he said. "who are you, exactly...?"

"Oh!" the monster said. "Sorry, I forgot that part. I'm Frisk. Frisk the skeleton."

They did appear to be a skeleton, Sans observed. The skeleton - Frisk - wore a large, striped sweater, paired with blue shorts and some ratty sneakers. They were small, only slightly taller than Sans himself. The strangest thing was their eyes - well, eyesockets. Their eyesockets seemed to be almost closed, a feat that should have been impossible for a skeleton.

"I'm a sentry here in Snowdin," Frisk continued quietly. "I'm actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now. But I... don't really care about capturing anybody. My sibling, though, jeez. You'd think they had some kind of personal vendetta..." They cocked their head, listening. "Actually, I think that's them coming now. They're the one that barred this bridge. Don't worry, though, I know a shortcut."

Frisk led the pair through their shortcut, which made Sans' head spin but resulted in the three of them walking out of the forest on the other side of the bridge. "Here," they said, "behind these lamps. Go on. And be quiet," they whispered.

Sans and Papyrus had just settled behind two conveniently placed (and shaped - one was just tall enough to hide Papyrus, while the other was more reasonably sized for Sans' frame) lamps when another skeleton came marching up the path. This skeleton, unlike Frisk, was suited in armor, and now that Sans realized it, the clanking of their armor had been faintly audible for some time. No wonder Frisk had been able to hear them coming.

The new skeleton came to a stop in front of Frisk, and Sans could definitely see some similarities. Their skull looked to be of similar shape to Frisk's. They were only slightly taller than Frisk, and even then that might just be the armor. Were the two twins? Their eyesockets were wide open, however, rather than Frisk's perpetually lidded eyesockets.

"Sup, sib," Frisk whispered. They were so quiet, Sans could barely hear them.

The new skeleton scowled. "How many times have I told you not to call me that?" That was another difference - unlike Frisk, their voice resounded through the forest.

Frisk shrugged. "Bro and sis aren't right, gender-wise, and sibling doesn't give the same casual vibe."

"How about my name, then?"

"All right. Chara. What brings you to my humble sentry station?"

One of Chara's eyesockets gleamed red. "To check in with you, of course. Seen any humans yet?"

"Nope."

Chara curled their hands into fists. "One of these days," they vowed, "a human will fall down here. And I will capture them. Then I will be captain of the Royal Guard, and have the ear of King ASGORE when we ascend to the surface." There was a gleam of silver from their clenched right hand.

"I've never doubted you," said Frisk.

For the first time, Chara smiled. "Yes. You've been with me all the way, sibling," they said. "Even if you could stand to put some more effort into your own career, you've never failed to support mine." They stood there in peaceful silence for a minute, before Chara shook themself out of it. "Now, have you recalibrated your puzzles?"

"Didn't you walk past them on your way here?"

"Would it kill you to answer the question I asked?"

Frisk somehow managed to give off the impression of rolling their eyes despite having nearly-closed eyesockets. "Yes, O Mighty Chara. The puzzles are pristine. Completely ready for any theoretical humans."

"Good. Now, tell me again: what is the purpose of puzzles?"

'Ancient fusions between diversions and doorkeys,' Sans thought, remembering Toriel's words. Neither skeleton seemed to quite agree with the caring goat monster, though.

Frisk shrugged. "To make walking from place to place more difficult for everyone?"

"What? No! I can't believe... Okay, let me put it in a way even you can remember. We set puzzles to trap humans out in the open, so that when they get stuck trying to solve one, we can swoop down upon them and snatch their souls! Understand?"

Nod.

"Good. Maybe now you can put some backbone into your work, remembering what's at stake."

Frisk giggled.

"What?"

"You... you said put some... eheh, backbone into it. And we're skeletons. Get it? It's a pun!"

Chara growled. "I've had enough," they said. "Tell me when you are willing to take your work seriously." And with that, they stomped off, their armor clanking.

"All right," Frisk said, "you can come out now." The two humans obediently shuffled out from behind their respective lamps.

"THAT WAS YOUR SIBLING???" Papyrus asked, his volume just below a yell. Frisk winced, but the sound of armor clanking was only growing fainter. They nodded, and Papyrus grinned. "I CAN SEE IT!"

Frisk blinked. "Really? Most people say... that we're about as alike as night and day."

"YOU BOTH HAVE A CERTAIN DRIVE! IT'S ADMIRABLE!"

Sans looked up at his brother, then at Frisk. For a moment, looking into Frisk's nearly-but-not-quite-closed eyes, he almost thought he could see what Papyrus was talking about. A hidden resolve, less obvious than Chara's but no less present.

Then Frisk blinked again, their eyes lidded, and the resolve Sans thought he had seen was no longer visible. "That's kind," they said. "But you really should be glad I'm not much like them. If I was... well." They shook their head. "You'll want to get going. You'll need as much time as possible to work through my sibling's traps and puzzles. 'Cause if they catch you while you're trying to solve one..."

Sans could fill in the blanks, but Papyrus said, "TRULY, IT SOUNDS AS IF THEY HAVE A PASSION FOR PUZZLES! ONE THAT MIGHT EVEN MATCH MY OWN!"

"What?" Frisk looked taken aback; Sans sympathized. "Look, just... try and avoid them, okay? If you can make it out of Snowdin without running into them, you're in the clear. I'll try and help you when I can."

"why?" Sans asked, speaking up for the first time since Chara had left.

Frisk looked away. "Why? Well, my sibling's in charge of the Snowdin chapter of the Royal Guard, but once you get out of Snowdin you're out of their jurisdiction."

He shook his head. "why are you helping us?" he clarified. "if you're with them all the way..."

"BROTHER!" Papyrus yelped. "THAT'S RUDE! I'M INCREDIBLY SORRY, FRISK..." He tugged at Sans' arm, but Sans stood his ground.

"no," he said. "i want to know."

Frisk opened their eyesockets, looking impossibly tired. "With them all the way... those were their words," they said. "Not mine. I don't... want to see anyone get hurt. Including them, but... also including everyone who's not them."

Slowly, Sans nodded. "thank you."

The skeleton closed their eyesockets again. "Thank me when you're out of here," they whispered.

"right. well. i guess we'll just... skel-daddle!"

At first, Frisk stared. Then they laughed, and their ever-present grin seemed more genuine. "That was a good one," they said, and Sans grinned back.

Papyrus only groaned. "WE ARE LEAVING," he announced,

"heh, guess you're right," Sans said. "after all, we can't skullk around here forever."

The sound of Frisk's laughter followed him even as Papyrus marched him away, and he smiled. The skeleton had been creepy at first, and their relationship with their sibling was strange, but if they appreciated his puns that much, they were probably all right.

Toriel had liked his knock-knock jokes, and Frisk liked his puns. Maybe if it wasn't for the whole "being trapped underground with monsters who want to kill you" thing, he could have made it here as a comedian.

...If only. Unfortunately, staying with Toriel - the best audience he'd ever had - would have meant being trapped in the Ruins, and he refused to limit Papyrus' dreams that way. And Frisk - who was currently ascending to second-best audience - had the small problem of a sibling who was out for his and Papyrus' souls.

Save your dreams for the surface, he told himself.

The convenience of those lamps filled him with determination.

[chapter two]