Aside from being easily trackable by other variants of Cory, what does the virus do?
Does it stay symptomless forever? Does it secretly change stuff?
it infects a character so it can further affect their universe!!!
it will cause places and items to lose their textures
And causes breaks in the world (any surface) where it exposes the code
it's parasitic in nature, so it feeds on an au until everything is texture less and the code is completely wiped
that takes a LONG time tho
if Cory isn't present in the au then it will take many years to fully decay the universe (3-7 months before things become noticeable) (53-81 years to decay)
a character takes 1-2 months to have noticeable effects and 2-3 years to decay into a lifeless model/sprit
BUT IT DOES GET BETTER!
the world, after decaying, has practically completely cleaned its code of the virus, so it's able to reset (takes a while to reset [5 weeks]) and it's basically a true reset
completely from the beginning
all the symptoms comes from code trying to cleanse the virus and get rid of it
but if code is already broken, the virus won't be noticeable (you'd be a symptomless carrier)
only Cory can infect characters outside of aus
the virus doesn't spread when not in a universe unless it's directly from the source
Cory->SaveFile
SaveFile cannot pass it to anyone else unless he enters a universe (such as Fragmentedtale)
Cory->Horror
Horror (when still inside his universe) will quickly infect the universe in its entirety, as the code is susceptible from the inside
Cory can infect a universe itself without infecting the characters, but he'd need physical access to the code and be far away from any characters
Summary: Peridot’s peace is shattered by a welcome interruption.
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Peridot straps on her skates. Verdant eyes scan the frozen lake. Being undead has its downsides - such as always being cold and not gaining muscle mass - but there were perks. It meant she couldn't be colder than she already was. It meant she could skate on thin ice. Even if the ice breaks, it's not a threat, barely an inconvenience.
There was a time when Peridot longed for the sweet release of a stake to her arrested heart.
She takes this time to appreciate her second existence on Earth, as well as the serenity and beauty of winter. She takes slow spins on the ice, pristine snow banks and trees weighed down by twinkling white twirling around in her vision. She pauses at the sound of rustling, followed by a light growl. She casts her senses, but they hit a hastily thrown up barrier - one that somehow feels lazy and sarcastic. She knows it doesn't belong to the nearby pack's Alpha, all sharp and intimidating. She fights a smile, her suspicions already cemented.
Not a minute later, a large, white and furry mass slams into Peridot, and she is barely able to shriek before she's plowed into the snow.
Peridot surfaces, sputtering, to be greeted with the mischievous smile and bright violet eyes of her mate, her forbidden lover. Amethyst still wears her ears and tail, the latter of which wags fiercely, spraying snow everywhere. She licks Peridot's face just to be annoying, from her nose to the triangular tattoo on her forehead.
Peridot's eyes flick to Amethyst's Marrowbind - an uneven cluster of bone shards embedded in her chest that seal her fate as a Lycanthrope - where it's exposed by her loose purple top. Its purpose is similar to the Bloodmark above Peridot's eyes. Since she's a Bloodsworn - known by humans as a Vampire - Amethyst and her kind should be her sworn enemy.
Still Peridot questions, "What are you doing here?! This is clan land!"
"Aw, aren't you glad to see me Ankle Biter?"
Rolling her eyes at the nickname, Peridot scoffs, "Of course. It's just any Bloodsworn with a quarter of a wit could sense your fuzz bucket a mile away!"
"Only a mile huh? Man, I'm trying too hard."
"Trying to get us slain for treason, you mean."
Contradicting her sour tone, Peridot cups her cheeks and kisses her. She's bathed in warmth. Where the radiation of the sun fails to soak into her skin, and a candle no longer burns her flesh at a touch, Amethyst's supernatural heat blankets her.
Peridot isn't so arrogant to assume they're the first pair, but there's nothing on record. Discretion is the better part of valor. Peridot sags with relief when Amethyst nuzzles her neck. She gathers Peridot in her strong arms. Peridot is a bit of a sucker for being handled, especially since the disappointing discovery that no Bloodsworn were muscular eye candy. Any who were muscular when they Turned were soon to atrophy.
"I just missed you so much," Amethyst murmurs. "Not just 'cause it's moon week."
Peridot hums. Amethyst urges, "Come on, give me that nerd monologue."
"It's not a monologue!"
"Whatever you call it, my sensitive ears need that sweet music."
Despite the current ceasefire between their 'sides', Peridot is hesitant to encourage her. Swallowing her fears, Peridot obliges, beginning to idly chat about recent events and discussing her job and hobbies. During this, Amethyst hoists Peridot on her shoulders. She probably feels like a feather. Amethyst is no powerhouse compared to others in her pack, especially her Alpha. She's considered a runt, but that doesn't stop Peridot from enjoying the ripple of her muscles. Amethyst carries her through the woods and on a hike up the cliffside. All the while, Peridot has her sense out like a net.
As a young Vampire, Peridot never fought a Werewolf before Amethyst, and she was led to believe that her kind was superior and more indestructible. She was, in a word, cocky. One injury, a broken shin that threw her into war flashbacks, and she was down. Amethyst was wounded six ways to Sunday, bleeding and spitting blood, yet she fought like a storm of maternal ursine.
Until Peridot had started screaming and crying like Amethyst had ripped her legs clean off. Somehow recognizing the panic attack, Amethyst had approached cautiously, eventually getting permission to haul Peridot to a secluded area. She nursed her back to health. Peridot fled right after, fearing favors being extracted. When Amethyst asked nothing of her, they sat by a river in neutral territory over red meat and blood bags. For hours on any days that could be spared, they talked.
How she had been humbled. Humility became appreciation, they formed a friendship and… undying love. Peridot felt she could search ten thousand lifetimes and never forge a bond like this again. Overcoming her preconceived notions to give Amethyst a chance was the greatest decision she ever made. Love is worth the suffering, Peridot tells herself day to day, when the worries get the best of her.
Distantly, Peridot hears Amethyst ask if she's alright and the sound of snow crunching under bare feet. She must have lapsed into silence. She dives in where she's left off, more to distract herself from dark musings than anything.
As they reach the apex, Amethyst remarks, "It's so nice to hear the sound of your voice, chatting my ear off. My pack are all monosyllabic with the occasional grunt y'know?"
Peridot sinks her fingers into Amethyst's hair, broadcasting happiness that her mate can probably scent. She scratches her scalp, earning a low rumble that Peridot recognizes as the Lycan equivalent of a purr. Peridot says, "For my part, it's a liberating experience to actually have someone listen and care about what comes out of my mouth."
Her mind darts to her roommate. She's about the only Bloodsworn in Peridot's faction that she can stand, and they're friendly intellectual rivals at best.
She goes on, "Pearl is engaging, she doesn't talk down on me or outright ignore me like my superiors… but she's also an expert at turning the conversation to herself, and damned if she ever heeds anything important I'll tell her. She'll claim she misheard, when really she couldn't pull her head out of her self-important ass."
Peridot has the utmost respect for Pearl, though her words shadow it. Pearl is well aware Peridot trash talks her - it happens face to face, and Pearl gives as good as she gets. It's hard to believe the brazen rebel was once a human bloodslave surviving on the edge of desperation. Many of their kind consider her lesser - less capable, less intelligent, less powerful, less valuable. Between each other, they have trust and admiration enough to tease in good spirits.
Amethyst chuckles.
"Moon Goddess light my path! I hear that. Wish I had a sirloin for every time I spoke and my Alpha replied with 'no one cares'. Those stuck up butt-munches deserve each other." Amethyst mutters, "Copying us and acting like they invented the notion, pah."
Peridot chortles along. They stop. Peridot examines the hill, spotting a two person sled. Her eyes widen. She scrambles from Amethyst's back and attempts to escape, but Amethyst is too quick even for Vampiric speed. Of all species, Bloodsworn and Lycanthropes are the most well matched. It's unfathomable that they should use their compatibility for murder and misery.
Peridot protests, "I'll fall off, or you'll crash!"
"So hang on tight, ya dip. It's not like we'll die. We won't crash again anyway, I've got the hang of this thing. Promise."
Peridot shoots her a deadpan expression before she's dragged across the snow. It's the optimal consistency for sledding, and Peridot focuses on frozen water flakes instead of her terror frozen inside her, unable to evoke a proper response. Amethyst marches to the sled. Peridot has little choice but to clasp the lip while Amethyst settles behind her. Peridot takes to lecturing her in order to stay sane.
"My body, held up by the strings of dark magic, no longer produces adrenaline. Therefore, it lacks a fight or flight response, resulting in Bloodsworn being either overly reckless or overly cautious with no gauge or filter." Peridot continues, "Harrowing yet not life threatening situations are sensationally overwhelming and impossible to process."
"Yeah, and it's funny," Amethyst responds. “Like when I’m giving you hickeys and you just go limp.”
As her lungs no longer have to trifle with the mortal requirement of breathing, Peridot screams without pause the whole way down. Amethyst laughs like a maniac behind her. Lycanthropy causes her to constantly be high on adrenaline, seeking thrills. She at least shows she cares by having a firm grip of Peridot's small waist. Amethyst has added several ramps, and she yells out points for herself throughout the ride. She guides the sled by throwing her body weight alone, and there's numerous near misses. Amethyst shifts her hand into a paw and digs it into the ground to bring the sled to a gradual halt.
Peridot stumbles off on shaky legs and collapses face first into the snow. The tremble spreads to her body, which is immediately wrung out as though she ran ten thousand miles without replenishing on blood. Amethyst turns her over and rests her in the crook of her arm, stroking her forehead. Amethyst always coddles her after these experiences, so it's not lacking in benefits.
Draco found a whole bunch of brass the other day, so she got it casted into a set of plate just to try out until she gets it made into something more useful.
She feels really cool when she's wearing it though ...
Hi hi hi! Do you have like..a place where I can read about Martyr?:3
I want to get to know your Sans AU better!
I'll explain it better here
the other times I've explained it have been kind of confusing
Martyr is the son of WD Gaster, but his soul was infused with Patience and Bravery before he was fully formed
with the power of human souls, martyr was used from a young age to help with Determination experiments, since his partial human soul allowed for determination without his body dusting or melting
when he was 10, Papyrus was born
the experiments were never horrible, and his body could always take it
But when martyr was 14 he got in a big argument with his dad, ending in martyr running off into the woods at the beginning of snowdin, hiding near the ruins door
instead of a friendly voice behind the door, he saw a mysterious skeleton that didn't belong.
this skeleton, Void (belonging to @trickykitsuneblizzard), killed the child and infused his magic/soul into a crystal
martyr's magic, just like the rest of the souls that were stolen by the skeleton in the multiverse, was used as weapons, Martyr's magic being summoned as a Gaster blaster
martyr was conscious for all of this.
eventually Void gifted the crystal to his son, basically gifting him a free guard dog
martyr was trapped in this crystal for 19 years
when the child was 17, he noticed the crystal matched with a socket below the eye of the Gaster blaster
when putting the crystal in the indentation, it reunited magic and soul again, allowing for martyr to reform back into a skeleton
he used his new autonomy to hunt down Void and absolutely pummel him (seeing as Martyr was now an adult. A grown man ready to fight hand to hand)
martyr was pulled off by ink, which was the only reason he didn't kill Void right then, but he used his magic to scatter Void's crystals across the multiverse, leaving him practically powerless.
martyr is allowed to kill Void, but he does everything in his power to keep him from hurting anyone else
now the two are in a constant race around multiverses to find the crystals before the other finds them first
martyr takes the crystals and gives them to Doctor Gaster II (my sans from Stay Determined), who runs experiments to try and reform the monsters inside them
martyr lives with Error in the antivoid bc it's easy and Error agrees with him that Void should've died that day
