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Tra la la. Hello friend. This is a fun Undertale Writing Blog where I write fanfiction for Undertale. Asks always open.

[the-river-person]

F.A.Q.

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Who are you?: I am a person. I live in a boat that is on the river. I am The River Person. If you must, you can call me River. He/They is fine. 

Do I actually have enough followers to warrant a F.A.Q. Page?: No. But I’m doing it anyway cause I will forget.

Can I send you asks?: Sure. Here are the Guidelines.

When do you update?: I’m not great with schedules. Its whenever I feel like it. But I’ll try to be fairly regular.

Can I repost your story?: Um.. No. You may reblog it all you like. In fact, go wild. Reblog the whole story across Tumblr. Or the Ao3 link. I love that. Good. Do it. Reposting = Bad. Reblogging = VERY GOOD. Likes = *finger guns* to you too.

Do you like so and so ship? No Fontcest, Incest ships, or child ships. If you send me asks about things like that, or tag my work with it, I will block you. Go away. But I enjoy some of the Sans AU ships. Of course Alphys and Undyne. Maybe Errorink. Also something called Nicepants? Nothing NSFW. Idk. Ships aren’t really something I have much interest in.

Do you do writing requests?: Send in an Undertale related prompt and If I’m inspired enough I might write some small piece for it. Even if I can’t or don’t feel like writing that for some reason, well... asking won’t hurt.

What is Aeontale?: Its an Undertale AU and the first story of a series I’m working on. The world starts out pretty close to the Undertale world we know, and begins to diverge over time. You can read the full thing on my Ao3 account (see link above).

Can I draw Fanart of your story?: Sure! As long as you tag and credit me for the AU, don’t use any of the ships I warned against above, and keep it SFW... then knock yourself out. I’ll probably cry out of bewildered joy for fanart.

Can I make an AU based on Aeontale?: What? Like how Underfell was based on Undertale, then other Fell AUs were based on that? Mmmmm. Lets wait until I’ve finished the story first, okay?

Can I include your AU characters in MY fanfic story (Comic, etc)?: Currently only Mistral Sans is Community Shared. However there might be more characters in the future you can use.

Wanna do an Undertale Collab with me?: Dunno. Depends on the project. DM me and we’ll talk.

Do you have other AUs?: I have some ideas for them, yes. Also some plans for one shot stories and some other bits. But one thing at a time.

Do  your stories have Dark Themes?: Sometimes. I like Psychological Horror, some violence, emotional suffering, death, reflections on mortality and immortality, and whatever the trope would be for Gaster’s unfortunate accident with the falling into the Core thing.

What is the Rating of your blog?: There may be some minor swearing, perhaps blood and death as mentioned above, but no excessive gore. Trauma, and mentions of things such as depression and occasional mental illness. There will be some romance, as I feel it necessary to the narrative, but I’m not hugely into ships so it won’t be a main focus. There will be nothing NSFW (explicitly sexual) ever, though brief non-human and human nudity might be mentioned in passing as a matter of course.

Do you tag triggers? Will you tag this trigger for me?: On the occasion something big pops up, I’ll try to tag it accordingly. If you need me to add a tag, do not hesitate to send me an ask requesting it. 

My question isn’t on here?: Send me an ask. Fastest way to get things done. I don’t bite, promise.

Want to be friends?: I’ll gladly chat with you, providing all interactions remain pg. I’m quite the friendly Monster. But this is still the internet and I don’t actually know you, so I do still have to be careful. I probably won’t be sharing any personal info about myself. Doesn’t mean I don’t like you, I just gotta be careful, you know? Thanks for understanding.

[the-river-person]

... Logs on... looks at unfinished undertale au fanfic... guiltily opens another tmnt fanfic to read on Ao3 instead.

[the-river-person]

The Tour Part 1

From a certain cliffside path just to the south of Everfall Town, you could see past the forested plateaus and over the fields of Everfall Cavern. Undyne had apparently planned to have them hike all the way to the other end of the Cavern, but the monster who had accompanied her vetoed that plan almost as soon as the words came out of Undyne’s mouth. The monster in question was a short, bespectacled bear. From what Fang could gather, the monster was named Dov and was Undyne’s personal secretary within the Royal Guard. Apparently that entailed deliberately preventing Undyne from making “Fucking stupid decisions on the fly,” as Dov so eloquently phrased it. It also seemed to mean that he had to endure Undyne’s fury when he informed her that it was an awful decision to go hiking all the way to the end of the cavern just to see a locked door and a wall when they could see both of those things from a nearby cliff and save time. “ALRIGHT!” Undyne was saying. “BECAUSE THIS ASS-HAT DOESN’T WANT TO WALK TO THE OTHER END OF THE CAVE, WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO SEE A GLIMPSE OF THE OLD CITY FROM HERE.” Dov, for his part, seemed to be ignoring Undyne’s continued insults with a practiced ease. “Your file mentions you suffered from memory loss, among other things. Then to address the gaping holes in your knowledge of Monster History-” “IT’S NOT A HOLE IF HE DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT AT ALL.” “-It is important for you to be aware that the old city was once the capital of the Underground before it was abandoned in favor of more practical locations.” Dov continued speaking, now aggressively ignoring Undyne altogether. “The Shining City of Elam was the refuge monsters built in the early days after the war. Sadly the city fell into disrepair after the Royal Family moved, and eventually became so dangerous that the last few monsters were ordered to move out and the gate was sealed shut to prevent accidents by nosy idiots poking about where they don’t belong.” With a pointed look at them he walked back up the path. Undyne laughed and turned to follow. “HAH! HE’S A NERD, BUT HE’S RIGHT! THE OLD CITY IS OFF LIMITS. NOW COME ON! WE’RE GONNA HAVE TO MAKE TRACKS IF WE WANNA SEE THE COOL STUFF!” Not sure he wanted to know what sort of thing Undyne might think was cool, Fang peered off into the distance, trying to see the old city. It was very far, but the wall was visible even from here. It must have been absolutely massive because it towered over the highest reaching trees and just beyond the tops of domes and towers were visible. Elam, the City of Monsters. “HURRY UP, YOU DORK!” Barked Undyne impatiently and Fang scrambled to catch up, falling into step beside MK as they set out back through Everfall Town towards the tunnels leading to Gan’Eden. As they passed by, Fang took the opportunity to get a better look at the town, noting the Ice Cream Parlor that had clearly once been a bar and the Library, whose sign was misspelled as Librarby. Past some of the houses he could see the edge of the river. Waiting there at the dock was a ferryboat and a cloaked figure. The figure was far away, and it was difficult to tell what they looked like with the cloak hiding their face; but Fang felt the fur on his neck rise slightly and quickened his pace to walk alongside MK.

[the-river-person]

Le Réveil

Really Fang had thought it would be at least a couple days before he heard anything back from Undyne about being a recruit for the guard. What he did not expect was to be woken early the next morning by a loud banging on the front door of the house. Groggily he got up and poked his head out of the spare bedroom. Papyrus seemed to have already woken earlier and was already opening the front door to reveal MK standing there looking positively demented with impatience and excitement. The armless monster wilted slightly upon meeting the Lieutenant Captain’s frightfully cold expression, but he cleared his throat and plowed ahead anyway. “Uh, hello Lieutenant Captain Sir! Undyne called me this morning and told me to report to your home and wait for her to come and collect both me and Fang.” “Fang and I” corrected Papyrus sternly. He muttered something Fang could only half hear about not being informed and not following proper procedure, but his ire didn’t seem to be on MK at the moment as he absently ushered the kid into the house. It took all of two seconds for MK to spot Fang watching from the rooms above, and he grinned, fit to burst with energy. It was a little frightening, Fang admitted to himself, how manic the monster looked, but he forced himself to grin back. “Dude, better go get ready before Undyne gets here, you don’t wanna keep her waiting while you get dressed and everything, she’ll probably just stick you with spears and move on!” Fang doubted this, considering how excited the fish monster had been last night to have him join up, and he doubted Papyrus would allow such a thing. There was probably some protocol it would violate that he’d be furious over. But instead of mentioning any of this, Fang simply nodded and retreated into his room where he gathered some clean clothes from the box and then padded out and towards the bathroom. As he passed, he could hear Papyrus already starting in on a lecture, this one to MK since Sans had not yet materialized from his bedroom yet. Fang noted briefly that the bottle of mustard was still there as he passed by. “And you cannot simply keep calling her Undyne. She is your superior officer! You must show her rank and authority the respect it deserves! Always address her as Captain! Or Captain Undyne if you wish to be formal. But-” and then Fang quietly closed the bathroom door with a click, cutting off the last of the lecture. Dampening a wash-rag he quickly washed his face and fur before running a thick long-toothed comb through his fur to get any dust or dirt out. When it was as smooth as he could get it he tugged on his clothes. Though he probably could have taken a bath or showered, he felt a resistance to the idea of going near that much water at once. A damp cloth was one thing, but a tub or shower full of water filled him with a silent panic he couldn’t explain. It had been different going through the waterfalls, lakes, and pools of Gan’Eden. Nobody had expected him to go swimming in any of them, and there had been no danger of him falling in at any point. But since he couldn’t seem to face a bathtub full of water, he was careful to be very thorough when washing with a damp cloth and a comb. Satisfied that his fur was clean, and that he was somewhat presentable, he cleaned up the mess he’d made and headed downstairs where he discovered MK at the table being served a plate of cookies and glass of milk. It seemed that Papyrus had discovered how Fang had made friends in the first place. A plate of lasagna was plopped down in front of him, clearly freshly made as it was still steaming. “Breakfast is a vitally important meal, as I often remind my moronic brother. Especially if one is to go traipsing about all over the Underground.” “Are we?” Fang asked, his mouth full of food. At a look from the skeleton he hurriedly chewed and swallowed before continuing to speak. “I mean, are we traipsing about all over the Underground?” The annoyed expression on the skeleton’s face said very clearly that they were, and Fang admired how expressive both skeleton brothers managed to be with faces entirely made out of bone and only magical glowing eyes to actually alter their visible expression. “Yes indeed,” Papyrus said, clearing away Fang’s already empty plate. He returned not even a moment later with cookies and milk that he’d clearly already had prepared. “The Captain is going to be giving you a hands on tour of the important areas of the Underground. This is standard protocol regardless of whether recruits have their memory intact or not, as the Underground is quite large and there are many who hardly leave the territory they live in and were likely even born in. Certainly you cannot tour the whole of the Undground in one day, it would take perhaps a week or more. But it is possible to travel the whole of the main road and briefly visit the territories in only eight hours or so, providing you don’t talk to anyone or do anything along the way.” Giving a sniff of annoyance, Papyrus deposited a cloth bag into Fang’s lap. A quick peek inside revealed a packed lunch. Fang couldn’t help but feel a growing warmth towards the grumpy skeleton. He shouted and lectured and made a huge fuss, and he certainly wasn’t very encouraging as he actively insulted or questioned the intelligence of everyone around him to bolster himself up. But it seemed that when it came to actions, Papyrus was a much kinder monster than he appeared at first glance. Either that or he was thrilled to get to feed people his culinary masterpieces. “I expect,” continued the skeleton as if he hadn’t paused even a moment. “That you’ll be gone for at most twelve hours as the Captain is likely to-” Sadly, Fang did not hear what Captain Undyne was likely to do as Papyrus was cut off by the sound of someone actually hammering on the door with what sounded like the butt of a spear. “OPEN UP, YOU FUCKING NERD!” came Undyne’s loud but incredibly excited voice from the other side of the door. “I CAME TO PICK UP THE RECRUITS!”

[the-river-person]

History and Old Rumors

Papyrus hadn’t been thrilled to discover that Sans had simply let Fang wander out and about in the Underground with only MK for protection, though he had looked thoughtful when Fang had mentioned making friends with the kid via Papyrus’ cookies. Had MK not already parted from them to head home, Fang was almost certain the skeleton would have offered him more. It wasn’t quiet at the table with Undyne there. The sheer volume of her voice as she animatedly described both the tournament and her meeting with the boys after getting a tip from Onionsama. Fang was surprised to discover that Onionsama was, in fact, the strange tentacled Monster they’d seen picking fruit from the orchard trees in Gan’Eden. When Undyne mentioned the thugs who’d attacked them in the tunnels, Papyrus’ expression soured. “They’re getting bolder. I still think we should take the guard and clear out all the caves and tunnels back there.” “BELIEVE ME,” said Undyne, shaking her head. “I’D LOVE TO. BUT ROYAL ORDERS STILL STAND. YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I DO THAT ALL I’M ALLOWED TO DO IS KEEP THE SUPPLY LINES OPEN AND SET GUARDS TO CROP FIELDS. THE ONLY WAY I COULD BREAK THOSE ORDERS IS IF I WERE AFTER-” “A human.” Papyrus finished, nodding. Fang looked from face to face, trying to put the pieces of the human puzzle together. Nobody seemed to like them much, their garbage washed away down into the Underground where it was gathered as a resource by the Monsters, and everybody seemed to want to be on this Surface but nobody seemed to be trying to actually get there. “Are humans dangerous?” he asked at last. Undyne shared a disbelieving look with the two skeleton brothers. “SERIOUSLY?” She said. “YOU DON’T EVEN REMEMBER THAT? JEEZ KID, YOU MUSTA HAD SOME REALLY NASTY BLOW TO THE HEAD.” Shifting her weight so that she was facing him more directly, Undyne took a swig of her drink before going on. “LET’S SEE. THE BASICS. UM... MONSTERS AND HUMANS USED TO LIVE ON THE SURFACE TOGETHER. THERE WAS THIS REALLY BIG WAR AND MONSTERS WERE DRIVEN UNDERGROUND AND SEALED IN WITH MAGIC. TO BREAK THAT BARRIER WE NEED HUMAN SOUL POWER. BUT WE NEED A LOT OF SOULS TO PUNCH THROUGH, AND HUMANS ONLY EVER FALL DOWN HERE BY ACCIDENT, IF AT ALL.” Oof. That was... a lot. Fang was starting to get why everyone was so bitter, as nice as this place was, it was basically a prison for them. There were still some mysteries though. Like why Monsters were so eager to turn on each other at the slightest sign of weakness. “And then...” Said Papyrus, drawing Fang’s attention to him instead. “Well... nobody is quite sure what it was that happened. There was a human who fell into the Underground. But they were just a child, and it was said that the Royal Family took them in instead of killing them. Nobody ever saw them, not even at important ceremonies or big celebrations. Then word got out that the prince had murdered them.” And it got worse. Of course. Why wouldn’t it get worse? Kids murdering other kids. This place was a wreck. Fang glanced at Sans, but the Skeleton had returned to the sofa and was watching the tv again. “Guards rushed to stop Prince Asriel, himself only a child, but he’d already crossed the barrier, and without a human soul they were unable to follow. It was only a few hours later that the quakes started. The entire Underground shook, and the roof of the Everfall Caverns fell in, and massive portions of Gan’Eden were submerged in floodwaters. The damage was immense, but nobody could escape the devastation because the barrier was still in place.” Fang opened his mouth to ask about the damages, but changed his mind before the question had left his mouth and instead asked something else. “What about Prince Asriel?” He could find out more about how the Underground had been before and what had changed from MK, but both Undyne and Papyrus were in the Royal Guard, if they were in the mood for answering questions he’d better ask all the right ones. Undyne frowned. “WE DON’T KNOW. SOME SAY HE RETURNED AND FELL TO DUST IN FRONT OF THE KING AND QUEEN. OTHERS SAY HE NEVER CAME BACK AT ALL. A FEW SAY HE CAME BACK AND LOCKED HIMSELF IN THE TOWER, NEVER COMING OUT BUT STILL THERE. ALL WE KNOW IS THAT THE KING AND QUEEN HAVEN’T SAID A THING ABOUT THEIR CHILDREN, ONLY DEALT WITH THE DAMAGES AND LET THE UNDERGROUND GET EVEN NASTIER OVER THE YEARS SINCE.” Scoffing, Papyrus stood up to clear the plates. “Stuff and nonsense. Nobody knows what happened, they just like making up rumors and causing trouble. And you shouldn’t be encouraging such...” he trailed off, as if looking for some suitable word to describe the foolishness of gossip. “Shit?” Supplied Sans helpfully. Papyrus frowned but didn’t deny it. Conversation turned from there towards discussions about the guard, work schedules, and supply trains. It was as his attention began to stray that Fang realized he’d lost track of the bottle of Mustard. Silently cursing himself he tried to remember where he’d last had it and was forced to conclude that it had been lost in the tunnels somewhere after they’d been attacked. It wasn’t safe to go looking alone, especially not now that it was getting late. He’d have to hope that it was still there later or he was going to have to find another way to appease the skeleton. Predictably Sans was still not looking at him, though when Fang actively turned to stare at him all Sans did was put up his middle finger in the boy’s direction without even turning around. It was clear that Sans was still watching, even if he didn’t look like he was paying attention. Fang might have been comforted by this were it not for the fact that Sans still seemed pissed off. In the end, Papyrus had no objection to Fang training in the Guard, though he reminded Undyne that they had no real knowledge of Fang’s background. Waving him off, Undyne declared that they’d keep looking even while he trained up, if he actually accepted. Fang was surprised, he hadn’t been sure he still had a choice. The way the conversation had been going it seemed all decided. It wasn’t as if he was going to say no, after all he needed to survive in this place, even if he had no plans to kill anyone. But still it was nice to be given the choice. Having happily obtained her answer, Undyne left for her own home. And Fang retired to the room he’d been given to sleep in. As he was closing the window he spotted a shadow dart through the streets near the door. Quietly he trod back downstairs and opened the door. Sitting on the doorstep was the mustard bottle, and a little note attached to it read “You forgot this. -A Friend.” A friend? Really? And why not actually knock? His mind reeling with questions he had no answers for he shut the door and made his way up the stairs. He removed the little note and put the mustard bottle right at the bottom of San’s door where the skeleton was certain to find it. No reason to pass up the opportunity, even if it was weird. He’d figure out who had returned the bottle later, and why.

[the-river-person]

Why on earth is everyone still trying to figure out what HP means in the game? Hope? Please. Toby gives us the answer right here. HP means Horsepower.

[the-river-person]

Had an idea for some kind of short story au involving Undyne questioning the Skeleton Brothers about the pet rock. When asked, Sans laughs and tells her its just a rock he picked up and that Papyrus just seems to be really dedicated to the joke because he’s the one who “feeds” it sprinkles and then cleans it off everyday.

But when asked, Papyrus mentions that its Sans who cleans away the sprinkles he “feeds” the pet rock with, and that if pretending a little rock is alive and a beloved pet is what makes Sans happy, he’ll gladly feed it sprinkles till the end of time.

Undyne is left alone in the living room, trying to put together the pieces. Papyrus definitely feeds it sprinkles. They both know its just a joke. But Papyrus is willing to keep feeding it sprinkles because he knows it makes Sans happy. Sans confirms because he said he thought the joke was great. It all checks out… except who is cleaning away the sprinkles??

She looks at the pet rock just in time to see it open a very very tiny mouth, complete with exactly three sharp teeth, and devour a sprinkle. Undyne leaves the room hurriedly, and never says a word to either skeleton about what she’s seen.

[the-river-person]

⚐︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ [ON THE WILL AND DETERMINATION]

💣︎︎✡︎︎ ☼︎︎☜︎︎💧︎︎☜︎︎✌︎︎☼︎︎👍︎︎☟︎︎ ⚐︎︎☠︎︎ ❄︎︎☟︎︎☜︎︎ 💧︎︎⚐︎︎🕆︎︎☹︎︎ 👍︎︎⚐︎︎☠︎︎❄︎︎✋︎︎☠︎︎🕆︎︎☜︎︎💧︎︎📬︎︎

[M︎Y︎ R︎E︎S︎E︎A︎R︎C︎H︎ O︎N︎ T︎H︎E︎ S︎O︎U︎L︎ C︎O︎N︎T︎I︎N︎U︎E︎S︎.︎]

☟︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎📪︎ 👌︎☜︎☞︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ 👌︎☜︎☝︎✋︎☠︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎☜︎💧︎👍︎☼︎✋︎👌︎☜︎ 💣︎✡︎ 👍︎🕆︎☼︎☼︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎⚐︎☼︎✋︎☜︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎✋︎☠︎☝︎💧︎📪︎ ✋︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ☞︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ ☠︎☜︎🕈︎ ✌︎💧︎💧︎✋︎💧︎❄︎✌︎☠︎❄︎💧︎📬︎

[ HOWEVER, BEFORE I CAN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE MY CURRENT THEORIES AND FINDINGS, I MUST NOTE THAT I HAVE FOUR NEW ASSISTANTS. ]

🕆︎🏱︎⚐︎☠︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 💣︎✡︎ ☼︎☜︎✈︎🕆︎☜︎💧︎❄︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ ✌︎✋︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 🏱︎☼︎☜︎✞︎✋︎⚐︎🕆︎💧︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎✌︎☼︎👍︎☟︎ ⚐︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☠︎✌︎❄︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎📪︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎👎︎ 💣︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎ ☟︎✋︎👎︎👎︎☜︎☠︎ ☼︎⚐︎⚐︎💣︎ ✋︎☠︎ ✌︎ 👍︎⚐︎☼︎☠︎☜︎☼︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👎︎⚐︎⚐︎👎︎☹︎☜︎💧︎🏱︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎📬︎

[ UPON MAKING MY REQUEST FOR HIS AID IN FINDING PREVIOUS RESEARCH ON THE NATURE OF SOULS AND THE VOID, INK ALLOWED ME INTO A HIDDEN ROOM IN A CORNER OF THE DOODLESPHERE. ]

❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎👍︎☜︎💧︎ ✋︎ ☞︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ 🕈︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 👍︎⚐︎💣︎🏱︎☼︎☜︎☟︎☜︎☠︎💧︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎✌︎☼︎👍︎☟︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎☜︎💧︎📪︎ 💣︎☜︎☼︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ 👍︎🕆︎☼︎💧︎⚐︎☼︎✡︎ 👎︎☜︎💧︎👍︎☼︎✋︎🏱︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✞︎✌︎☼︎✋︎⚐︎🕆︎💧︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎✋︎☠︎☝︎💧︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 🕆︎☠︎☜︎✠︎🏱︎☜︎👍︎❄︎☜︎👎︎📪︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎ ❄︎⚐︎☹︎👎︎ 💣︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ 🏱︎☼︎✋︎💣︎✌︎☼︎✡︎ ⚐︎👌︎☺︎☜︎👍︎❄︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 😐︎☜︎☜︎🏱︎ ✌︎ ☼︎☜︎👍︎⚐︎☼︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✋︎💣︎🏱︎⚐︎☼︎❄︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎✌︎✋︎☹︎💧︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ 💣︎🕆︎☹︎❄︎✋︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎💧︎ 💧︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☟︎☜︎ 👍︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ 👍︎⚐︎💣︎🏱︎✌︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎❄︎💧︎ ✋︎☞︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎☜︎👎︎📬︎

[ THE RESOURCES I FOUND THERE WERE NOT COMPREHENSIVE RESEARCH NOTES, MERELY CURSORY DESCRIPTIONS OF VARIOUS FINDINGS. THIS IS NOT UNEXPECTED, AS INK HIMSELF TOLD ME THAT HIS PRIMARY OBJECTIVE WAS TO KEEP A RECORD OF IMPORTANT DETAILS FOR MULTIPLE UNIVERSES SO THAT HE COULD COMPARE THEIR EVENTS IF NEEDED. ]

☝︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ 🕆︎💧︎🕆︎✌︎☹︎ ☹︎✌︎👍︎😐︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎ ✌︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☠︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ 💧︎🏱︎✌︎☠︎ ✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎💧︎🕆︎☜︎💧︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 💣︎☜︎💣︎⚐︎☼︎✡︎ ☼︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☠︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎📪︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ 💧︎🕆︎✋︎❄︎✌︎👌︎☹︎✡︎ ✋︎💣︎🏱︎☼︎☜︎💧︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎☹︎☜︎👍︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 👎︎✌︎❄︎✌︎📬︎ 🕆︎☠︎❄︎✋︎☹︎ ✋︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎👍︎⚐︎✞︎☜︎☼︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ 👌︎☜︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 🕆︎🏱︎👎︎✌︎❄︎☜︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💧︎⚐︎☼︎❄︎☜︎👎︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎ 👌︎✡︎ ✌︎ ✞︎⚐︎☹︎🕆︎☠︎❄︎☜︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎☠︎ ☜︎✠︎👍︎☟︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎💧︎💧︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎✋︎👎︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👎︎⚐︎⚐︎👎︎☹︎☜︎💧︎🏱︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎📬︎

[ GIVEN HIS USUAL LACK OF ANY ATTENTION SPAN AT ALL, AND HIS ISSUES WITH MEMORY RETENTION, I WAS SUITABLY IMPRESSED WITH THIS COLLECTION OF DATA. UNTIL I DISCOVERED THAT IT WAS BEING UPDATED AND SORTED FOR HIM BY A VOLUNTEER IN EXCHANGE FOR PERMISSION TO HIDE IN THE DOODLESPHERE. ]

✋︎☠︎ ☞︎✌︎👍︎❄︎📪︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ☜︎☠︎❄︎✋︎☼︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎☝︎⚐︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎👍︎☟︎✋︎✞︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ 👍︎🕆︎☼︎✌︎❄︎⚐︎☼︎📪︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ ☜︎✠︎✋︎💧︎❄︎☜︎👎︎ 🕆︎☠︎❄︎✋︎☹︎ ✋︎ ✌︎💧︎😐︎☜︎👎︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎✌︎☼︎👍︎☟︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

[ IN FACT, INK HAD ENTIRELY FORGOTTEN THE ARCHIVE, AND ITS CURATOR, EVEN EXISTED UNTIL I ASKED FOR HIS RESEARCH NOTES. ]

❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎👍︎☟︎✋︎✞︎✋︎💧︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☜︎💧︎❄︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✋︎☠︎👍︎✌︎☼︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☞︎✋︎☼︎💧︎❄︎ ☞︎✌︎☹︎☹︎☜︎☠︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎📪︎ 👍︎☟︎✌︎☼︎✌︎📪︎ ☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎ ✌︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎ ⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎☠︎ 💣︎✡︎ ⚐︎🕈︎☠︎📬︎ ✌︎ ☞︎✌︎✋︎☼︎☹︎✡︎ 👌︎⚐︎⚐︎😐︎✋︎💧︎☟︎ 👍︎☟︎✋︎☹︎👎︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎📪︎ 👌︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ⚐︎🕈︎☠︎ ✌︎👍︎👍︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎❄︎📪︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎👍︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☞︎☹︎☜︎☜︎ ☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ⚐︎🕈︎☠︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎ ⚐︎☼︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🏱︎☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎☼︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ⚐︎🕈︎☠︎ ☹︎✋︎☞︎☜︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 💧︎🏱︎☜︎👍︎✋︎☞︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☠︎✌︎❄︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👎︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☞︎☹︎☜︎👎︎ ☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ 💣︎☜︎☠︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ☞︎✌︎😐︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ⚐︎🕈︎☠︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎❄︎☟︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☟︎✋︎👎︎👎︎☜︎☠︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 👍︎✌︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎ ☜︎✠︎🏱︎☹︎⚐︎☼︎✋︎☠︎☝︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☺︎🕆︎💣︎🏱︎☜︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎🕆︎👎︎👎︎☹︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎ ✌︎☞︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎📬︎

[ THE ARCHIVIST IS AN INTERESTING FIND. THEY ARE AN INCARNATION OF THE FIRST FALLEN HUMAN, CHARA, FROM A UNIVERSE OTHER THAN MY OWN. A FAIRLY BOOKISH CHILD WHO, BY THEIR OWN ACCOUNT, WAS FORCED TO FLEE FROM THEIR OWN UNIVERSE IN ORDER TO PRESERVE THEIR OWN LIFE. THEY DID NOT SPECIFY THE NATURE OF THE DANGER THEY FLED FROM, BUT THEY DID MENTION THEY HAD FAKED THEIR OWN DEATH AND HIDDEN, AND WHEN THEY CAUGHT INK EXPLORING, THEY JUMPED INTO A PUDDLE OF INK AFTER HIM. ]

✋︎☠︎ ⚐︎☼︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🏱︎☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎☼︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ❄︎☼︎✌︎👎︎✋︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎🕆︎☹︎❄︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☜︎✌︎👍︎☟︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎💧︎⚐︎☠︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ ⚐︎☠︎ ✌︎☠︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ☠︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎☜︎☹︎🏱︎ 😐︎☜︎☜︎🏱︎ 👍︎⚐︎☠︎☞︎🕆︎💧︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✋︎👎︎☜︎☠︎❄︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ✌︎❄︎ 👌︎✌︎✡︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎☜︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☠︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ☟︎✌︎☼︎✌︎ 👌︎✡︎ ☼︎☜︎💣︎⚐︎✞︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👍︎ ☜︎☠︎❄︎✋︎☼︎☜︎☹︎✡︎📬︎ ✌︎ 💣︎✋︎☠︎⚐︎☼︎ 👍︎☟︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎📬︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎ 💧︎🕆︎💧︎🏱︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✋︎💧︎ 💣︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ✋︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎☠︎ 💣︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ☹︎✌︎☪︎✋︎☠︎☜︎💧︎💧︎📬︎

[ IN ORDER TO PRESERVE THE TRADITION OF THE MULTIVERSE OF HAVING EACH PERSON TAKE ON ANOTHER NAME TO HELP KEEP CONFUSION OF IDENTITY AT BAY, THEY HAD TAKEN THE NAME HARA BY REMOVING THE C ENTIRELY. A MINOR CHANGE. HOWEVER I SUSPECT THERE IS MORE TO IT THAN MERE LAZINESS. ]

☟︎✌︎☼︎✌︎ ✋︎💧︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✌︎☹︎ ☠︎✌︎💣︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ 🏱︎☼︎☜︎👍︎🕆︎☼︎💧︎⚐︎☼︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎☟︎✋︎✞︎✌︎📪︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎☼︎✋︎☠︎👍︎✋︎🏱︎✌︎☹︎ 👎︎☜︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎ ☼︎☜︎☹︎✋︎☝︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ☟︎✋︎☠︎👎︎🕆︎✋︎💧︎💣︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✌︎🕆︎💧︎🏱︎✋︎👍︎✋︎⚐︎🕆︎💧︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ⚐︎💣︎☠︎✋︎💧︎👍︎✋︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎☝︎✋︎📬︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ 🕆︎☠︎💧︎🕆︎☼︎🏱︎☼︎✋︎💧︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ 👍︎☟︎✋︎☹︎👎︎ ☟︎✌︎💧︎ 👎︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☹︎⚐︎🏱︎☜︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☜︎💧︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎❄︎✌︎🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎✋︎👍︎✌︎☹︎ ✌︎💧︎🏱︎☜︎👍︎❄︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎🕆︎☹︎❄︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎ ✌︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 😐︎☜︎🏱︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎🕯︎💧︎ ☼︎☜︎👍︎⚐︎☼︎👎︎💧︎📬︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎✋︎👍︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 🕈︎✋︎☜︎☹︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✌︎☹︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✌︎💧︎☝︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎🕯︎💧︎ ❄︎☼︎✋︎👎︎☜︎☠︎❄︎📬︎ ✌︎ ❄︎☼︎✋︎💧︎☟︎🕆︎☹︎✌︎📪︎ ✌︎ 👌︎☹︎✌︎👎︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎☼︎✋︎👎︎☜︎☠︎❄︎📬︎ 🕈︎☟︎✋︎👍︎☟︎ 👍︎⚐︎☼︎☼︎☜︎💧︎🏱︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎💧︎ ☜︎✠︎✌︎👍︎❄︎☹︎✡︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎☜︎✌︎🏱︎⚐︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎☟︎✋︎✞︎✌︎ ✋︎💧︎ 💧︎🕆︎🏱︎🏱︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☜︎✌︎☼︎📬︎

[HARA IS ONE OF SEVERAL NAMES THAT WERE PRECURSORS TO SHIVA, A PRINCIPAL DEITY OF THE HUMAN RELIGION OF HINDUISM. THE AUSPICIOUS ONE, THE OMNISCIENT YOGI. IT IS UNSURPRISING THAT THIS CHILD HAS DEVELOPED AN INTEREST IN THE METAPHYSICAL ASPECTS OF THE MULTIVERSE AS THEY KEPT INK'S RECORDS. AND I NOTICED THAT THEY WIELD AN ALTERNATIVE VERSION OF WHAT I KNOW AS ASGORE'S TRIDENT. A TRISHULA, A BLADED TRIDENT. WHICH CORRESPONDS EXACTLY TO THE WEAPON THAT SHIVA IS SUPPOSED TO BEAR.THIS CHILD IS WELL EDUCATED, AND VERY CLEVER. HARA WAS DELIGHTED TO JOIN MY STUDIES AND OFFER INPUT AS WELL AS FIND RESOURCES RELATING TO MY QUERIES.]

❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ 👍︎☟︎✋︎☹︎👎︎ ✋︎💧︎ 🕈︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ☜︎👎︎🕆︎👍︎✌︎❄︎☜︎👎︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ 👍︎☹︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎📬︎ ☟︎✌︎☼︎✌︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ 👎︎☜︎☹︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☺︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎ 💣︎✡︎ 💧︎❄︎🕆︎👎︎✋︎☜︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎☞︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎☠︎🏱︎🕆︎❄︎ ✌︎💧︎ 🕈︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ✌︎💧︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎👍︎☜︎💧︎ ☼︎☜︎☹︎✌︎❄︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💣︎✡︎ ✈︎🕆︎☜︎☼︎✋︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

[ IT WAS THEN THAT INK GOT IT INTO HIS HEAD THAT I NEEDED MORE ASSISTANTS AND JUMPED INTO A PUDDLE OF INK BEFORE I COULD PROTEST. ]

✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎ ☝︎⚐︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ ☟︎☜︎✌︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎☜︎👎︎ 💣︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎💧︎💧︎✋︎💧︎❄︎✌︎☠︎❄︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☺︎🕆︎💣︎🏱︎☜︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎🕆︎👎︎👎︎☹︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎ 👌︎☜︎☞︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ✋︎ 👍︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎❄︎☜︎💧︎❄︎📬︎

[ I WONDER… I HADN’T THOUGHT HE WAS INTERESTED IN MY RESEARCH BEYOND ITS ENTERTAINMENT VALUE. THOUGH PERHAPS THIS IS SIMPLY MORE OF THE SAME. HE DIDN’T RETURN FOR THREE DAYS, AND WHEN HE DID ARRIVE ONCE MORE HE HAD OTHERS WITH HIM. ]

✋︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎⑤︎ ✋︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎☠︎❼︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☜︎💧︎❄︎☜︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎ 💣︎✡︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎✌︎☼︎👍︎☟︎ 👌︎☜︎✡︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ ☜︎☠︎❄︎☜︎☼︎❄︎✌︎✋︎☠︎💣︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ ✞︎✌︎☹︎🕆︎☜︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎☟︎✌︎🏱︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎🏱︎☹︎✡︎ 💣︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎✌︎💣︎☜︎📬︎ ☟︎☜︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎☠︎❼︎❄︎ ☼︎☜︎❄︎🕆︎☼︎☠︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎☼︎☜︎☜︎ 👎︎✌︎✡︎💧︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ☟︎☜︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✌︎☼︎☼︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ ⚐︎☠︎👍︎☜︎ 💣︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ☟︎☜︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎💧︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎📬︎

[ ONE MONSTER WAS ALPHYS. OR SOMEONE VERY SIMILAR TO THE ALPHYS I KNEW, AN ALPHYS OF A DIFFERENT UNIVERSE. SHE STILL BORE THE SAME YELLOW SCALES AND SPECTACLES OF MY OWN ALPHYS, BUT INSTEAD OF A LAB COAT SHE WORE A WARM LOOKING GREY CARDIGAN AND A LONG SKIRT, HAD A CHAIN TO KEEP HER EYEGLASSES FROM FALLING OFF HER, AND WAS CONSIDERABLY MORE AGED. ]

⚐︎☠︎☜︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎☹︎🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎📬︎ ⚐︎☼︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎✋︎☹︎✌︎☼︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✌︎☹︎🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎ ✋︎ 😐︎☠︎☜︎🕈︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✌︎☹︎🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎ 👎︎✋︎☞︎☞︎☜︎☼︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎📬︎ 💧︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎❄︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ 👌︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ✡︎☜︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎ 💧︎👍︎✌︎☹︎☜︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💧︎🏱︎☜︎👍︎❄︎✌︎👍︎☹︎☜︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💣︎✡︎ ⚐︎🕈︎☠︎ ✌︎☹︎🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎✌︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎ ☹︎✌︎👌︎ 👍︎⚐︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎ 🕈︎✌︎☼︎💣︎ ☹︎⚐︎⚐︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☝︎☼︎☜︎✡︎ 👍︎✌︎☼︎👎︎✋︎☝︎✌︎☠︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✌︎ ☹︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎ 💧︎😐︎✋︎☼︎❄︎📪︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ✌︎ 👍︎☟︎✌︎✋︎☠︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 😐︎☜︎☜︎🏱︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎ ☜︎✡︎☜︎☝︎☹︎✌︎💧︎💧︎☜︎💧︎ ☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎ ☞︎✌︎☹︎☹︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ⚐︎☞︎☞︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ 👍︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎✋︎👎︎☜︎☼︎✌︎👌︎☹︎✡︎ 💣︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎☝︎☜︎👎︎📬︎

[ INSTEAD OF STUTTERING AND NERVOUSNESS, THIS ALPHYS INTRODUCED HERSELF TO ME AS SYLPHA (WHICH I NOTE IS MERELY AN ANAGRAM OF ALPHYS) WITH A CALM AND SELF ASSURED AIR THAT WAS VERY WARM AND KIND. ]

✋︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎✌︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎❄︎🕆︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☠︎☜︎☼︎✞︎⚐︎🕆︎💧︎☠︎☜︎💧︎💧︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ✌︎☹︎🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎☼︎⚐︎👎︎🕆︎👍︎☜︎👎︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💣︎☜︎ ✌︎💧︎ 💧︎✡︎☹︎🏱︎☟︎✌︎ 🕿︎🕈︎☟︎✋︎👍︎☟︎ ✋︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎☜︎ ✋︎💧︎ 💣︎☜︎☼︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✌︎☠︎✌︎☝︎☼︎✌︎💣︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎☹︎🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎✆︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ✌︎ 👍︎✌︎☹︎💣︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎ ✌︎💧︎💧︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎👎︎ ✌︎✋︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ 🕈︎✌︎☼︎💣︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 😐︎✋︎☠︎👎︎📬︎

[ AT FIRST I THOUGHT THAT PERHAPS INK HAD MADE A MISTAKE BRINGING THIS GRANDMOTHERLY MONSTER WITH HIM, AS SHE DIDN’T SEEM LIKE A SCIENTIST. BUT AFTER TALKING TO HER A WHILE I CAME TO DISCOVER THAT SHE WAS A PROFESSOR AT A HUMAN UNIVERSITY, HER PEOPLE HAVING BEEN RELEASED TO THE SURFACE SOME YEARS AGO. AND THAT IN HER YOUTH SHE’D BEEN AN AVID SCHOLAR OF BOTH METAPHYSICS AND MATHEMATICS, A VERY DIFFERENT AREA OF EXPERTISE THAN THE ALPHYS IN MY UNIVERSE. ]

✌︎❄︎ ☞︎✋︎☼︎💧︎❄︎ ✋︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎☟︎✌︎🏱︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ 💣︎✌︎👎︎☜︎ ✌︎ 💣︎✋︎💧︎❄︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ 👌︎☼︎✋︎☠︎☝︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ☝︎☼︎✌︎☠︎👎︎💣︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☹︎✡︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎📪︎ ✌︎💧︎ 💧︎☟︎☜︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎☠︎❼︎❄︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎💣︎ ☹︎✋︎😐︎☜︎ ✌︎ 💧︎👍︎✋︎☜︎☠︎❄︎✋︎💧︎❄︎📬︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✌︎☞︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎✌︎☹︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎ ✌︎ 🕈︎☟︎✋︎☹︎☜︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎👍︎⚐︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎☞︎☜︎💧︎💧︎⚐︎☼︎ ✌︎❄︎ ✌︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎✋︎❄︎✡︎📪︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎ 🏱︎☜︎⚐︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ ☼︎☜︎☹︎☜︎✌︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎🕆︎☼︎☞︎✌︎👍︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎ ✡︎☜︎✌︎☼︎💧︎ ✌︎☝︎⚐︎📬︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎☟︎ 💧︎☟︎☜︎❼︎👎︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✌︎✞︎✋︎👎︎ 💧︎👍︎☟︎⚐︎☹︎✌︎☼︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 👌︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎ 💣︎☜︎❄︎✌︎🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎✋︎👍︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💣︎✌︎❄︎☟︎☜︎💣︎✌︎❄︎✋︎👍︎💧︎📪︎ ✌︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ 👎︎✋︎☞︎☞︎☜︎☼︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎✌︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ☜︎✠︎🏱︎☜︎☼︎❄︎✋︎💧︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✌︎☹︎🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎ 💣︎✡︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎📬︎

[ THE NEXT MONSTER WITH INK WAS NONE OTHER THAN MYSELF. OR RATHER AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE VERSION OF MYSELF. HE WAS CONSIDERABLY YOUNGER IN AGE, AND INSTEAD OF A SKELETAL MONSTER, HE APPEARED TO HAVE SMOOTH SKIN OF A DEATHLY PALLOR, AND SOME KIND OF TATTOO MARKINGS ABOVE HIS RIGHT EYE AND BELOW HIS LEFT. HIS CLOTHING WAS A KIND OF MILITARY UNIFORM. I LEARNED THAT DESPITE HIS YOUTH, HE’D BEEN ASKED BY THE KING TO CREATE A WEAPON THAT COULD WEAKEN THE POWER OF A HUMAN SOUL, OR PERHAPS SOMETHING TO STRENGTHEN THAT OF A MONSTER. ANYTHING TO AID IN THEIR ONGOING WAR. ]

❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☠︎☜︎✠︎❄︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ☠︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎☠︎ 💣︎✡︎💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎📬︎ ⚐︎☼︎ ☼︎✌︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✌︎☹︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☠︎✌︎❄︎☜︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💣︎✡︎💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎📬︎ ☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ 👍︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎✋︎👎︎☜︎☼︎✌︎👌︎☹︎✡︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎☠︎ ✌︎☝︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎✌︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎ 💧︎😐︎☜︎☹︎☜︎❄︎✌︎☹︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎📪︎ ☟︎☜︎ ✌︎🏱︎🏱︎☜︎✌︎☼︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ 💧︎💣︎⚐︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎ 💧︎😐︎✋︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎❄︎☟︎☹︎✡︎ 🏱︎✌︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎☼︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎ 😐︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎✌︎❄︎❄︎⚐︎⚐︎ 💣︎✌︎☼︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎💧︎ ✌︎👌︎⚐︎✞︎☜︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ ☼︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ☜︎✡︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👌︎☜︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ ☹︎☜︎☞︎❄︎📬︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ 👍︎☹︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎ 😐︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💣︎✋︎☹︎✋︎❄︎✌︎☼︎✡︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎☞︎⚐︎☼︎💣︎📬︎ ✋︎ ☹︎☜︎✌︎☼︎☠︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👎︎☜︎💧︎🏱︎✋︎❄︎☜︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎☟︎📪︎ ☟︎☜︎❼︎👎︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ ✌︎💧︎😐︎☜︎👎︎ 👌︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👍︎☼︎☜︎✌︎❄︎☜︎ ✌︎ 🕈︎☜︎✌︎🏱︎⚐︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👍︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ 🕈︎☜︎✌︎😐︎☜︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🏱︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎📪︎ ⚐︎☼︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎☟︎✌︎🏱︎💧︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎❄︎☼︎☜︎☠︎☝︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎📬︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎✋︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ⚐︎☠︎☝︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 🕈︎✌︎☼︎📬︎

[ THE NAME HE GAVE US TO USE WAS “ASTERISM”. I THINK HE MIGHT HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR, THOUGH IT MAKES ME FEEL PARCHED JUST THINKING ABOUT HOW DRY IT IS. ]

❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☠︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ☟︎☜︎ ☝︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ 🕆︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🕆︎💧︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ❽︎✌︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎✋︎💧︎💣︎❾︎📬︎ ✋︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎😐︎ ☟︎☜︎ 💣︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ✌︎ 💧︎☜︎☠︎💧︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎⚐︎☼︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎ ✋︎❄︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎☜︎💧︎ 💣︎☜︎ ☞︎☜︎☜︎☹︎ 🏱︎✌︎☼︎👍︎☟︎☜︎👎︎ ☺︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✌︎👌︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎☼︎✡︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎📬︎

⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎ 👌︎☼︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎📪︎ ✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☹︎✌︎💧︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎☼︎❄︎☹︎☜︎👎︎ 💣︎☜︎ 💣︎⚐︎💧︎❄︎📬︎ ✌︎☠︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✌︎ 💣︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ⚐︎☹︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✌︎💧︎ ☞︎✌︎💣︎✋︎☹︎✋︎✌︎☼︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎💧︎📬︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎💧︎😐︎📪︎ ⚐︎☼︎ ✌︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎💧︎😐︎📬︎ ☠︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎☜︎☠︎💧︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☠︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 🕈︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ 💣︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ⚐︎☹︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👍︎☟︎✋︎☹︎👎︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ☞︎✌︎☹︎☹︎☜︎☠︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎⚐︎ 💣︎✡︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎📬︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✌︎👎︎🕆︎☹︎❄︎📬︎

[ OUT OF ALL THOSE INK BROUGHT, IT WAS THE LAST THAT STARTLED ME MOST. ANOTHER HUMAN, BUT A MUCH OLDER ONE, AND AS FAMILIAR AS ALL THE OTHERS. FRISK, OR A FRISK. NO NONSENSE AND STERN, THEY WERE MUCH OLDER THAN THE CHILD WHO HAD FALLEN INTO MY UNDERGROUND. AN ADULT. ]

☞︎☼︎✋︎💧︎😐︎ 🏱︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎☜︎💧︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ☠︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ✌︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ⚐︎☼︎✋︎☝︎✋︎☠︎✌︎☹︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ⚐︎☠︎☹︎✡︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ ⚐︎☠︎ ✌︎☠︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ☠︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎✋︎☞︎☞︎☜︎☼︎☜︎☠︎❄︎✋︎✌︎❄︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💣︎ ☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎ ⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎💧︎😐︎💧︎ ✌︎☞︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ ☝︎☼︎☜︎✌︎❄︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎💧︎🕆︎✌︎💧︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎📬︎  ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 👌︎☜︎👍︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎☠︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🕆︎💧︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎✌︎☠︎❄︎✌︎📬︎

[ FRISK POSSESSED THE SAME NAME AS THE ORIGINAL, AND WOULD ONLY TAKE ON ANOTHER NAME TO DIFFERENTIATE THEM FROM OTHER FRISKS AFTER GREAT PERSUASION.  THEY BECAME KNOWN TO US AS ANANTA. ]

✌︎🏱︎🏱︎✌︎☼︎☜︎☠︎❄︎☹︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ☝︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎☼︎☜︎✌︎❄︎ ☹︎☜︎☠︎☝︎❄︎☟︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎❄︎🕆︎👎︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🏱︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎ ✌︎☞︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ❄︎☼︎✋︎🏱︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎📪︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎☠︎❼︎❄︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ ✌︎👌︎☹︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☞︎☼︎☜︎☜︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💧︎ 👎︎☜︎💧︎🏱︎✋︎❄︎☜︎ 💣︎✌︎☠︎✌︎☝︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎ 😐︎✋︎☹︎☹︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ 💧︎🕆︎👍︎👍︎☜︎☜︎👎︎☜︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☜︎☠︎👎︎📪︎ ✌︎☹︎💣︎⚐︎💧︎❄︎📬︎ ✋︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎✌︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☼︎✌︎✞︎☜︎☹︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 👌︎✌︎👍︎😐︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎❼︎👎︎ 💣︎☜︎☼︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ ☞︎☹︎🕆︎☠︎☝︎ ☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎ ✌︎☹︎❄︎⚐︎☝︎☜︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☟︎🕆︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎ ✌︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎☹︎☜︎💧︎💧︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎👍︎☜︎ 👌︎☜︎❄︎🕈︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎ 💧︎⚐︎☼︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🏱︎⚐︎👍︎😐︎☜︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎🏱︎✌︎👍︎☜︎📬︎

[ APPARENTLY THEY HAD GONE TO GREAT LENGTHS TO STUDY THE POWER OF TIME AFTER THEIR TRIP TO THE UNDERGROUND, WHERE THEY HADN’T BEEN ABLE TO FREE ALL THE MONSTERS DESPITE MANAGING TO AVOID KILLING ANYONE AT ALL. THEY HAD SUCCEEDED IN THE END, ALMOST. INSTEAD OF TRAVELING BACK IN TIME, THEY’D MERELY BEEN FLUNG FROM TIME ALTOGETHER AND HUNG THERE IN A TIMELESS PLACE BETWEEN VOID AND UNIVERSE, A SORT OF POCKET OF SPACE. ]

✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎🏱︎✌︎👍︎☜︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ✌︎☹︎🕈︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ ☜︎✠︎✋︎💧︎❄︎☜︎👎︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ✌︎☹︎🕈︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ ☜︎✠︎✋︎💧︎❄︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🕈︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ☝︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ 🏱︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎✋︎👌︎☹︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎⚐︎📪︎ 👎︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ 🏱︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎✋︎👌︎☹︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎⚐︎📪︎ 💧︎✌︎✡︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ 🏱︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎✋︎👌︎☹︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎✌︎✡︎⑤︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎ ✌︎❄︎ ⚐︎☠︎👍︎☜︎📬︎ ✌︎ 😐︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ⚐︎💣︎☠︎✋︎🏱︎☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎☠︎👍︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 👌︎☜︎✋︎☠︎☝︎📬︎

[ IN THAT SPACE, THEY HAD ALWAYS EXISTED, AND WOULD ALWAYS EXIST. THEY HAD AND WOULD AND WERE GOING EVERYWHERE POSSIBLE TO GO, DOING EVERYTHING IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DO, SAYING EVERYTHING IT WAS POSSIBLE TO SAY… ALL AT ONCE. A KIND OF OMNIPRESENCE OF BEING. ]

☹︎🕆︎👍︎😐︎✋︎☹︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 🕈︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎👍︎🕆︎☜︎👎︎ 👌︎✡︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎☠︎❄︎✌︎☹︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☜︎💣︎⚐︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎✌︎☹︎ 💧︎👍︎✌︎☼︎💧︎📬︎ 💧︎❄︎✋︎☹︎☹︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎ 💣︎✌︎✡︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎ 😐︎☜︎✡︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💣︎✡︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎😐︎📬︎

[ LUCKILY THEY WERE RESCUED BY INK, THOUGH NOT WITHOUT SOME MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL SCARS. STILL, THIS HUMAN MAY HAVE SOME KEYS TO MY WORK. ]

🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💧︎☜︎ 🏱︎☜︎⚐︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎💧︎💧︎✋︎💧︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎📪︎ ✋︎ 💧︎☜︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎😐︎ ⚐︎☠︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎💧︎❄︎✌︎☠︎👎︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☠︎✌︎❄︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎📬︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ ✌︎👌︎✋︎☹︎✋︎❄︎✋︎☜︎💧︎ 👍︎⚐︎☠︎👍︎☜︎☼︎☠︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎👍︎📪︎ ✌︎💧︎ 🕈︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ 💧︎❄︎☼︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎ 👍︎⚐︎☠︎☠︎☜︎👍︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎📬︎

[ WITH THESE PEOPLE TO ASSIST ME, I SET TO WORK ON UNDERSTANDING THE NATURE OF THE SOUL. ITS ABILITIES CONCERNING TIME AND MAGIC, AS WELL AS ITS STRANGE CONNECTION TO THE VOID. ]

💣︎✡︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎🕆︎☹︎❄︎💧︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 💧︎❄︎☼︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💣︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎⚐︎☼︎✋︎☜︎💧︎⑤︎ 💧︎❄︎☼︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎📬︎

[ MY RESULTS ARE STRANGE, AND MY THEORIES… STRANGER. ]

☹︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ 🕈︎☜︎ 👌︎☜︎☹︎✋︎☜︎✞︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎ ✋︎💧︎ 💣︎✌︎👎︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎👍︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ 💣︎✌︎👎︎☜︎ 🕆︎🏱︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎ 👍︎⚐︎💣︎👌︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ❄︎☼︎✌︎✋︎❄︎💧︎ 🕈︎☜︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎❄︎☼︎☜︎☠︎☝︎❄︎☟︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💧︎☜︎ ❄︎☼︎✌︎✋︎❄︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎💧︎📬︎ ✌︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎✋︎👍︎✌︎☹︎ 👌︎⚐︎👎︎✡︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎💣︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✌︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ 👎︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎📪︎ ⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎👍︎📬︎ 🕈︎☟︎✋︎☹︎☜︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎💧︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ☜︎✌︎💧︎✋︎☹︎✡︎ ✌︎👎︎✌︎🏱︎❄︎✌︎👌︎☹︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎✌︎👎︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎❄︎☜︎👍︎❄︎☜︎👎︎ 👌︎✡︎ ✌︎ 💧︎☟︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ☞︎☹︎☜︎💧︎☟︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👌︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎📬︎

[ LONG HAVE WE BELIEVED THAT THE SOUL IS MADE OF MAGIC, THAT IT IS MADE UP OF SOME COMBINATION OF THE TRAITS WE KNOW, AND THAT IT IS THE STRENGTH OF THESE TRAITS THAT ALLOWS THE SOUL TO DO THINGS. A SOUL WITHOUT A PHYSICAL BODY CAN FORM ONE, AS A MONSTER DOES, OUT OF MAGIC. WHILE HUMAN SOULS ARE NOT THIS EASILY ADAPTABLE AND INSTEAD ARE PROTECTED BY A SHELL OF FLESH AND BONE. ]

👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎☜︎☠︎ ✌︎ 👍︎☹︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎☼︎ ☹︎⚐︎⚐︎😐︎ ✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☟︎✌︎🏱︎🏱︎☜︎☠︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎💧︎✋︎👎︎☜︎ ✌︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎ ⚐︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎✍︎ 🏱︎☜︎☜︎☼︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎ ✋︎ ☜︎☠︎👎︎☜︎✌︎✞︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎⚐︎ 💧︎⚐︎📬︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 👌︎⚐︎👎︎✡︎ 👍︎⚐︎💣︎🏱︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎✋︎👍︎✌︎☹︎ 💣︎✌︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ✋︎☠︎☠︎✌︎❄︎☜︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎👍︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎💧︎⚐︎☠︎✌︎☹︎ ✈︎🕆︎✌︎☹︎✋︎❄︎✋︎☜︎💧︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ☼︎☜︎☞︎☹︎☜︎👍︎❄︎☜︎👎︎ ☜︎☠︎👎︎☹︎☜︎💧︎💧︎☹︎✡︎ 👌︎✌︎👍︎😐︎ ✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💣︎💧︎☜︎☹︎✞︎☜︎💧︎📪︎ ☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕈︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 💧︎❄︎☼︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ 💧︎☜︎☠︎💧︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎📪︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ ⚐︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎ ☞︎✌︎💣︎✋︎☹︎✋︎✌︎☼︎ 👍︎⚐︎☹︎⚐︎☼︎💧︎ ✌︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ❄︎☼︎✌︎✋︎❄︎💧︎ 👌︎🕆︎✋︎☹︎👎︎ 🕆︎🏱︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎📬︎

[ BUT HAVE WE EVER TAKEN A CLOSER LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENS INSIDE A HUMAN SOUL OVER TIME? PEERING INTO A UNIVERSE I ENDEAVORED TO DO SO. WITHIN THAT BODY COMPOSED OF PHYSICAL MATTER, THEIR INNATE MAGIC AND PERSONAL QUALITIES ARE REFLECTED ENDLESSLY BACK AT THEMSELVES, GROWING STRONGER WITH THEIR SENSE OF SELF, ALLOWING THEIR SOULS TO TAKE ON THOSE FAMILIAR COLORS AS THE TRAITS BUILD UP WITH TIME. ]

💧︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ✌︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ☜︎✠︎🏱︎☹︎✌︎✋︎☠︎ 🕈︎☟︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 🕆︎☠︎✌︎👌︎☹︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🕆︎💧︎☜︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎👍︎📪︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✋︎❄︎ 👍︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎☠︎❼︎❄︎ ☜︎✌︎💧︎✋︎☹︎✡︎ ☜︎💧︎👍︎✌︎🏱︎☜︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎🕆︎✋︎☹︎👎︎🕆︎🏱︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💧︎☜︎ ❄︎☼︎✌︎✋︎❄︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ☼︎✌︎🕈︎ 🏱︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎❄︎🕆︎✌︎☹︎☹︎✡︎ 😐︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💣︎📪︎ ☜︎☠︎💧︎🕆︎☼︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎ ☹︎✋︎✞︎☜︎💧︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ☠︎☜︎👍︎☜︎💧︎💧︎✌︎☼︎✋︎☹︎✡︎ 💧︎☟︎⚐︎☼︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎☠︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💧︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ☼︎☜︎💣︎⚐︎✞︎☜︎ ☜︎✠︎👍︎☜︎💧︎💧︎ 🏱︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎☼︎✌︎✋︎❄︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☼︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎ 🕆︎💧︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎👍︎📪︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎☹︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ☹︎✋︎☞︎☜︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ☹︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎✋︎⚐︎👎︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎📬︎

[ SUCH A THING WOULD EXPLAIN WHY THEY ARE UNABLE TO USE MAGIC, AS IT COULDN’T EASILY ESCAPE. THE BUILDUP OF THESE TRAITS AND THEIR RAW POWER WOULD EVENTUALLY KILL THEM, ENSURING THAT HUMAN LIVES ARE NECESSARILY SHORTER THAN MONSTERS WHO CAN REMOVE EXCESS POWER AND TRAITS THROUGH USE OF THEIR MAGIC, PROLONGING THEIR LIFE FOR LONG PERIODS OF TIME. ]

👌︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💧︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎ 👎︎✋︎☞︎☞︎☜︎☼︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ 👍︎✌︎💧︎☜︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ✌︎ ☠︎✌︎❄︎🕆︎☼︎✌︎☹︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎✋︎☹︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👍︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎👍︎📪︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ⚐︎🕈︎☠︎📬︎ 🕈︎☟︎✋︎👍︎☟︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💣︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👍︎☟︎✌︎☠︎☠︎☜︎☹︎ ☟︎🕆︎☝︎☜︎ ✌︎💣︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎❄︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✌︎❄︎ ✌︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎📪︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💣︎ 🏱︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎☞︎🕆︎☹︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👎︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎⚐︎🕆︎💧︎📪︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ 💧︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ✌︎👍︎❄︎🕆︎✌︎☹︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎👍︎✌︎☹︎ 👌︎⚐︎👎︎✋︎☜︎💧︎ 👌︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎👍︎☼︎☜︎👎︎✋︎👌︎☹︎✡︎ 🕈︎☜︎✌︎😐︎📬︎

[ BOSS MONSTERS ARE A DIFFERENT CASE, THOSE WITH A NATURAL RESILIENCE TO MAGIC, EVEN THEIR OWN. WHICH ALLOWS THEM TO CHANNEL HUGE AMOUNTS OF IT AT A TIME, MAKING THEM POWERFUL AND DANGEROUS, EVEN SHOULD THEIR ACTUAL MAGICAL BODIES BE INCREDIBLY WEAK. ]

✌︎💧︎☝︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎ 👌︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎📪︎ ✌︎💧︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☹︎📬︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✌︎🏱︎🏱︎☜︎✌︎☼︎✌︎☠︎👍︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💧︎☟︎✌︎🏱︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎ 👌︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎❼︎💧︎ 🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎✋︎👍︎✌︎☹︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎💣︎ ✋︎💧︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎💣︎🏱︎⚐︎☼︎❄︎✌︎☠︎❄︎📬︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💣︎✌︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎✋︎☹︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👍︎☜︎📬︎ ✋︎ 💧︎🕆︎💧︎🏱︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💣︎✌︎☠︎✡︎ 💧︎✌︎☠︎💧︎☜︎💧︎📪︎ 👌︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎ 💣︎✡︎ ⚐︎🕈︎☠︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎💧︎📪︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 👌︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎ 💣︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎ 😐︎✋︎☠︎👎︎📬︎ 🕈︎☜︎✌︎😐︎ ✋︎☠︎ 👌︎⚐︎👎︎✡︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✌︎👌︎☹︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🕆︎💧︎☜︎ ✞︎✌︎💧︎❄︎ ✌︎💣︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎❄︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎👍︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ☹︎✋︎❄︎❄︎☹︎☜︎ 👎︎✌︎💣︎✌︎☝︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💣︎💧︎☜︎☹︎✞︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

[ ASGORE WAS A BOSS MONSTER, AS WAS TORIEL. BUT THE APPEARANCE AND SHAPE OF A BOSS MONSTER’S PHYSICAL FORM IS UNIMPORTANT. WHAT MATTERS IS THAT RESILIENCE. I SUSPECT THAT MANY SANSES, BOTH MY OWN AND OTHERS, ARE BOSS MONSTERS OF A KIND. WEAK IN BODY, BUT ABLE TO USE VAST AMOUNTS OF MAGIC WITH LITTLE DAMAGE TO THEMSELVES. ]

⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎💧︎ 💧︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ✌︎💧︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎✡︎☠︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🏱︎✌︎🏱︎✡︎☼︎🕆︎💧︎ 💣︎✌︎✡︎ 👌︎☜︎ 👌︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎☜︎💧︎ ✌︎💧︎ 🕈︎☜︎☹︎☹︎📬︎

[ OTHERS SUCH AS UNDYNE AND PAPYRUS MAY BE BOSSES AS WELL. ]

☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎⚐︎ 💧︎☜︎☜︎💣︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎ ☜︎✈︎🕆︎✋︎✞︎✌︎☹︎☜︎☠︎❄︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎💧︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ 🏱︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎☜︎💧︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✌︎👌︎✋︎☹︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👍︎☟︎✌︎☠︎☠︎☜︎☹︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎👍︎ 👎︎☜︎💧︎🏱︎✋︎❄︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎✋︎👍︎✌︎☹︎ 👌︎⚐︎👎︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☠︎⚐︎☼︎💣︎✌︎☹︎☹︎✡︎ 🏱︎☼︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎❄︎💧︎ ✋︎❄︎📬︎ 🕈︎☜︎ 👍︎✌︎☹︎☹︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💣︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎☜︎💧︎📬︎

[ HUMANS TOO SEEM TO HAVE AN EQUIVALENT, THOSE HUMANS WHO POSSESS THE ABILITY TO CHANNEL THEIR MAGIC DESPITE THE PHYSICAL BODY THAT NORMALLY PREVENTS IT. WE CALLED THEM MAGES. ]

✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☹︎✋︎😐︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎💧︎ ☠︎✌︎💣︎☜︎👎︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎💧︎😐︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ ☞︎✌︎☹︎☹︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ 💣︎✌︎☝︎☜︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎⚐︎☼︎❄︎💧︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎ 🕆︎☠︎❄︎☼︎✌︎✋︎☠︎☜︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 🕆︎☠︎❄︎☼︎✋︎☜︎👎︎📪︎ 👎︎☜︎💧︎❄︎✋︎☠︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎✋︎☜︎ ✌︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎ ✌︎☝︎☜︎📬︎ ✡︎☜︎❄︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎ ✋︎💧︎ 👌︎☼︎⚐︎😐︎☜︎☠︎ ✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎❄︎☟︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✌︎💣︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🏱︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎👌︎☹︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👍︎☟︎✌︎☠︎☠︎☜︎☹︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💣︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎☠︎❄︎📪︎ 👍︎⚐︎💣︎👌︎✋︎☠︎☜︎👎︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ☼︎☜︎☞︎🕆︎💧︎✌︎☹︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎✋︎💧︎☟︎ ⚐︎☼︎ ☝︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ 🕆︎🏱︎📪︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☜︎☠︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🏱︎🕆︎💧︎☟︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💣︎ 👌︎✌︎👍︎😐︎🕈︎✌︎☼︎👎︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎📪︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎☼︎🕆︎🏱︎❄︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎☹︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎☼︎✌︎☠︎👍︎☟︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎❼︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎☠︎📬︎

[ IT IS LIKELY THAT THE HUMANS NAMED FRISK WHO FALL INTO THE UNDERGROUND ARE MAGES OF SORTS, THOUGH UNTRAINED AND UNTRIED, DESTINED TO DIE A VERY HUMAN AGE. YET WHEN THEIR SOUL IS BROKEN AT THEIR DEATH, THE AMOUNT OF POWER AND DETERMINATION ARE ABLE TO CHANNEL IN THAT MOMENT, COMBINED WITH THEIR REFUSAL TO PERISH OR GIVE UP, IS ENOUGH TO PUSH THEM BACKWARDS IN TIME, DISRUPTING THE WHOLE OF THE BRANCH OF TIME THEY’RE ON. ]

✌︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎❄︎📬︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ✋︎💧︎ ✌︎ 😐︎☜︎✡︎ ☞︎✌︎👍︎❄︎⚐︎☼︎📪︎ ✋︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎📬︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎✍︎ ✋︎❄︎🕯︎💧︎ 🏱︎🕆︎☼︎🏱︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎✍︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ☼︎☜︎☞︎🕆︎💧︎✌︎☹︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎✋︎☜︎✍︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 😐︎☜︎☜︎🏱︎ ☝︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎✍︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ 😐︎☜︎✡︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ❄︎☜︎💣︎🏱︎⚐︎☼︎✌︎☹︎ ✌︎👌︎✋︎☹︎✋︎❄︎✡︎📪︎ ✌︎💧︎ 💣︎✌︎☠︎✡︎ ⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ 🏱︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎☞︎🕆︎☹︎ ☟︎🕆︎💣︎✌︎☠︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎💧︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎🏱︎☹︎✡︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎✋︎💧︎☟︎☜︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎💧︎ 👍︎✌︎🏱︎❄︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎👎︎📬︎

[ A RESET. DETERMINATION IS A KEY FACTOR, I KNOW. BUT WHAT IS DETERMINATION? IT'S PURPOSE? THE MERE REFUSAL TO DIE? TO KEEP GOING? IT IS KEY TO THIS TEMPORAL ABILITY, AS MANY OTHER POWERFUL HUMAN SOULS SIMPLY PERISHED AND HAD THEIR SOULS CAPTURED. ]

💣︎✡︎ ⚐︎☹︎👎︎ ☼︎☜︎💧︎☜︎✌︎☼︎👍︎☟︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎👍︎⚐︎💣︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎❄︎☜︎📬︎ 👌︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎ ✌︎☹︎🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🕆︎💧︎☜︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ 🏱︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ 👌︎☜︎ ☜︎☠︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☼︎☜︎✌︎😐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎✌︎☼︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☼︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ 🕈︎☜︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎☠︎❼︎❄︎ ❄︎☼︎🕆︎☹︎✡︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎💧︎❄︎✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ ☠︎✌︎❄︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎📬︎

[ MY OLD RESEARCH WAS INCOMPLETE. BOTH ALPHYS AND I SOUGHT TO USE DETERMINATION, THINKING THAT ITS POWER WOULD BE ENOUGH TO BREAK THE BARRIER, BUT WE DIDN’T TRULY UNDERSTAND ITS NATURE. ]

✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎☼︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ ✌︎ ❄︎☼︎✌︎✋︎❄︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎ ☜︎💣︎⚐︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ✌︎💧︎ 🕈︎☜︎☹︎☹︎📬︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ✋︎💧︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎☜︎👎︎📪︎ ✋︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎✌︎☠︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ✋︎💧︎ 🏱︎☼︎☜︎🏱︎✌︎☼︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☞︎✌︎👍︎☜︎ 👎︎✋︎☞︎☞︎✋︎👍︎🕆︎☹︎❄︎ 👍︎☟︎✌︎☹︎☹︎☜︎☠︎☝︎☜︎💧︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☼︎☜︎☞︎🕆︎💧︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎👍︎👍︎☜︎🏱︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎ ✌︎☠︎💧︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎ ⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎☠︎ 💧︎🕆︎👍︎👍︎☜︎💧︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ☝︎⚐︎✌︎☹︎💧︎📬︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎❄︎☟︎ ✋︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✌︎☹︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎✞︎☜︎📪︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 🕆︎☠︎☹︎☜︎💧︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☝︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ 🕆︎🏱︎📬︎

[ IT IS NOT MERELY A TRAIT, BUT AN EMOTION AS WELL. WHEN ONE IS DETERMINED, IT MEANS THAT ONE IS PREPARING TO FACE DIFFICULT CHALLENGES, BUT WILL REFUSE TO ACCEPT ANY ANSWER OTHER THAN SUCCESS IN THEIR GOALS. NOT EVEN DEATH IS AN ALTERNATIVE, NOT UNLESS THEY GIVE UP. ]

👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ✋︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎ ☜︎✠︎❄︎☜︎☠︎💧︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎ ☝︎☼︎☜︎✌︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ 🏱︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎📪︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ✋︎ 👌︎☜︎☹︎✋︎☜︎✞︎☜︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 👌︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☼︎☜︎✌︎☹︎ ☼︎☜︎✌︎💧︎⚐︎☠︎ ✋︎❄︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ✌︎☞︎☞︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☜︎☹︎💧︎☜︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎📬︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 💣︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎☠︎ ✌︎ ❄︎⚐︎⚐︎☹︎📬︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✋︎☠︎💧︎❄︎☼︎🕆︎💣︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ 👌︎✡︎ 🕈︎☟︎✋︎👍︎☟︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎💧︎⚐︎☠︎ ✌︎❄︎❄︎☜︎💣︎🏱︎❄︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🏱︎🕆︎💧︎☟︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ 👎︎☜︎💧︎✋︎☼︎☜︎ 🕆︎🏱︎⚐︎☠︎ ☼︎☜︎✌︎☹︎✋︎❄︎✡︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎❄︎☼︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ☼︎☜︎✌︎☹︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☝︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎✡︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ 🏱︎☼︎☜︎💧︎💧︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎📬︎

[ DETERMINATION IS AN EXTENSION OF A GREATER POWER, ONE I BELIEVE MUST BE THE REAL REASON IT CAN AFFECT THE VOID WHERE NOTHING ELSE CAN. DETERMINATION IS NOTHING MORE THAN A TOOL. AN INSTRUMENT BY WHICH THE WILL OF A PERSON ATTEMPTS TO PUSH ITS DESIRE UPON REALITY. THE STRONGER THE WILL, THE MORE DETERMINATION, THE MORE REALITY WILL GIVE WAY UNDER PRESSURE. ]

🕆︎🏱︎⚐︎☠︎ 👎︎☜︎✌︎❄︎☟︎📪︎ 💧︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ✌︎☠︎ ✌︎💣︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎❄︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☼︎☜︎☹︎☜︎✌︎💧︎☜︎👎︎📪︎ ☝︎⚐︎✞︎☜︎☼︎☠︎☜︎👎︎ 👌︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎❼︎💧︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎✌︎☹︎ ✋︎☠︎💧︎❄︎✋︎☠︎👍︎❄︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ 👎︎☜︎💧︎✋︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☹︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ ✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎ 👍︎⚐︎💧︎❄︎💧︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎👍︎☜︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎✌︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎☹︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☜︎ ❄︎🕆︎☼︎☠︎☜︎👎︎ 👌︎✌︎👍︎😐︎📬︎

[ UPON DEATH, SUCH AN AMOUNT OF DETERMINATION IS RELEASED, GOVERNED BY THE WILL’S FINAL INSTINCTIVE DESIRE TO LIVE AT ALL COSTS, AND TIME ITSELF IS FORCED INTO A PATTERN THAT ALLOWS THE WORLD TO BE TURNED BACK. ]

✌︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎✍︎ ✋︎❄︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ 👌︎☜︎ 💧︎☟︎✌︎🏱︎☜︎👎︎📪︎ 💧︎☟︎✌︎🏱︎☜︎👎︎ 👌︎✡︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎👍︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎📬︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ☜︎☠︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ 👍︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ 💧︎🕆︎☼︎✞︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ✌︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎📬︎ ☼︎☜︎❄︎✌︎✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ 💧︎☜︎☠︎💧︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎📬︎

[ AND THE VOID? IT CAN BE SHAPED, SHAPED BY THE FORCE OF WILL. SOMEONE WITH ENOUGH DETERMINATION COULD SURVIVE IN THE VOID FOR A TIME. RETAIN THEIR SENSE OF SELF. ]

👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☠︎🕆︎💣︎👌︎☜︎☼︎💧︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ✌︎👎︎👎︎ 🕆︎🏱︎📬︎

[ BUT THE NUMBERS DO NOT ADD UP. ]

💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✋︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 👌︎☜︎ 💣︎✋︎💧︎💧︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✌︎☠︎ ☜︎✈︎🕆︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎📬︎

[ SOMEWHERE I MUST BE MISSING AN EQUATION. ]

☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☜︎✠︎✋︎💧︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ☹︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎✍︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎ 💧︎❄︎☼︎✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎ 👌︎⚐︎👎︎✋︎☹︎☜︎💧︎💧︎📪︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎☹︎☜︎💧︎💧︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👍︎☜︎💧︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☼︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ☞︎⚐︎☹︎😐︎📬︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☹︎✋︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 👌︎☜︎ 💧︎🕆︎👌︎💧︎🕆︎💣︎☜︎👎︎ 👌︎✡︎ ✋︎❄︎✍︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎💧︎📪︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✋︎☼︎ ⚐︎☼︎✋︎☝︎✋︎☠︎✍︎ ✋︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎ ✋︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎❄︎🕆︎☞︎☞︎ ☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎ 🕈︎☟︎✋︎👍︎☟︎ ☼︎☜︎✌︎☹︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ 👌︎☜︎ 💧︎☟︎✌︎🏱︎☜︎👎︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ ☟︎✌︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ 💧︎❄︎☼︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎ ☜︎☠︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎☟︎✌︎🏱︎☜︎ ✋︎❄︎✍︎

[ HOW CAN ANYTHING EXIST THERE FOR LONGER? THOSE STRANGE BODILESS, SOUNDLESS VOICES. THE RIVER FOLK. HOW DO THEY LINGER IN THE VOID AND NOT BE SUBSUMED BY IT? AND THE UNIVERSES, WHAT IS THEIR ORIGIN? IF THE VOID IS THE STUFF FROM WHICH REALITY CAN BE SHAPED, THEN WHO HAD THE WILL STRONG ENOUGH TO SHAPE IT? ]

❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☹︎✍︎

[ THE ANGEL? ]

✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☼︎✋︎👎︎✋︎👍︎🕆︎☹︎⚐︎🕆︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ❄︎✌︎☹︎😐︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ☹︎✋︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎📪︎ ⚐︎☼︎ ❄︎☼︎✌︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎❄︎📪︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✋︎❄︎ 👎︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎☠︎❼︎❄︎ 👍︎⚐︎☠︎❄︎✌︎✋︎☠︎ 💧︎🏱︎✌︎👍︎☜︎📬︎ ✡︎☜︎❄︎📪︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎☠︎ 💣︎☜︎ 👎︎☜︎💧︎🏱︎☜︎☼︎✌︎❄︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ ☞︎☜︎☜︎☹︎💧︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✋︎☞︎ ✋︎❼︎💣︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎☼︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎ 👎︎☜︎☜︎🏱︎ 🕈︎☜︎☹︎☹︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ☟︎☜︎☹︎🏱︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💣︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ 👌︎☜︎ ☹︎🕆︎☼︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎☠︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ 👎︎☜︎🏱︎❄︎☟︎💧︎📬︎

[ IT IS RIDICULOUS TO TALK OF LINGERING IN THE VOID, OR TRAVERSING IT, AS IT DOESN’T CONTAIN SPACE. YET, SOMETHING IN ME DESPERATELY FEELS AS IF I’M STARING INTO A DEEP WELL, AND I CANNOT HELP BUT WONDER WHAT MIGHT BE LURKING IN ITS DEPTHS. ]

❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎ ✋︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎📪︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🏱︎⚐︎💧︎💧︎✋︎👌︎✋︎☹︎✋︎❄︎✡︎📪︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 👎︎☼︎☜︎✌︎💣︎💧︎📪︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✋︎💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎☠︎✌︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎📪︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✌︎👌︎💧︎❄︎☼︎✌︎👍︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎📬︎

[ THE VOID IS OF THE WILL, OF POSSIBILITY, OF DREAMS, OF IMAGINATION, OF ABSTRACTIONS. ]

✋︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ ✌︎ 🕈︎✌︎✡︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎✌︎☞︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ 🕈︎✌︎☹︎😐︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ 🏱︎✌︎❄︎☟︎💧︎📪︎ ⚐︎☼︎ ❄︎☼︎✌︎✞︎☜︎☹︎ ✌︎☹︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ ☼︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎ ✌︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ☼︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ☞︎⚐︎☹︎😐︎ 💣︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ 💧︎✌︎✡︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 👌︎☜︎ ✌︎ 🕆︎☠︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ✌︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎💧︎⚐︎☠︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎☜︎👎︎ ☜︎☠︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👍︎☼︎☜︎✌︎❄︎☜︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎👌︎☹︎☜︎ 💧︎☜︎👍︎❄︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎📪︎ 🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎✋︎👍︎✌︎☹︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎👍︎☜︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎ ✌︎ ☼︎☜︎✌︎☹︎💣︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ 🏱︎☟︎✡︎💧︎✋︎👍︎✌︎☹︎ 💧︎🏱︎✌︎👍︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎ ☼︎☜︎✌︎☹︎💣︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ 👌︎☜︎ ⚐︎🕆︎❄︎💧︎✋︎👎︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎📬︎

[ I MUST FIND A WAY TO SAFELY WALK ITS PATHS, OR TRAVEL ALONG ITS RIVERS AS THE RIVER FOLK MIGHT SAY. THERE MUST BE A UNIVERSE SOMEWHERE WITH A PERSON DETERMINED ENOUGH TO CREATE STABLE SECTIONS OF THE VOID, PHYSICAL PLACES IN A REALM WITHOUT PHYSICAL SPACE, A REALM THAT SHOULD BE OUTSIDE OF TIME. ]

✋︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ 💧︎🏱︎☜︎✌︎😐︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎📬︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ 💧︎☜︎☠︎👎︎ ✌︎ ☹︎☜︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💣︎✋︎💧︎❄︎☼︎✌︎☹︎📬︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ☟︎✌︎☼︎✌︎ 👍︎☟︎☜︎👍︎😐︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ ☼︎☜︎👍︎⚐︎☼︎👎︎📬︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎☟︎✌︎🏱︎💧︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎😐︎ ✌︎💧︎😐︎ ☟︎✋︎💧︎ ☞︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👎︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ ☼︎🕆︎☹︎☜︎💧︎ ⚐︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎❄︎✋︎📫︎✞︎⚐︎✋︎👎︎📬︎ 💧︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎☹︎✡︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ 💣︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ 💧︎🕆︎👍︎👍︎☜︎☜︎👎︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✋︎ ✌︎☹︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎☠︎⚐︎❄︎✍︎

[ I WILL SPEAK WITH INK. I WILL SEND A LETTER TO MISTRAL. I WILL HAVE HARA CHECK EVERY RECORD. PERHAPS I WILL EVEN HAVE INK ASK HIS FRIEND, THE ONE WHO RULES OVER THE ANTI-VOID. SURELY SOMEONE MIGHT SUCCEED WHERE I ALONE CANNOT? ]

(Ink Sans belongs to @comyet

Error Sans belongs to @loverofpiggies )

[neitherlightnordark]

rouxls sends toriel a text that's like "thou shalt be verily pleased to knoweth i've witnessed a Wondere today, my dear compatriot" and he sends her a picture of a brown garden snail delicately perched on a single flower petal in toriel's front lawn

[neitherlightnordark]

toriel responds with "Dear Rouxls: What a marvelous being! Thank you for thinking of sending this to me. ]: ) I do hope my garden suits its needs, especially in this weather... Oh! That reminds me, Rouxls..." and then she sends him a picture of lancer and kris and susie and ralsei running around on the playground as it rains, getting muddy and rescuing worms from the pavement. rouxls is equal parts touched and alarmed that lancer is getting so muddy

[gasteregg]

gaster and chara both share the unfortunate fate of "assigned super evil satan lord at fandom" and like. everything i could say abt chara has already been said but as for gaster like. canonically we know he is very eccentric and dumb. he created the core with little to no safety measures and it needs manual cooling by giant ice cubes constantly. he doesn't seem to know what blood types are or what certain flavors are. he's handing out eggs to random children. he calls our protagonists "very very wonderful" and is generally excited to meet the player if the twitter dialogues are anything to go by. we genuinely have no idea what his motives were for what happened to jevil and spamton but based on his track record it is highly likely that he just did not think through the consequences. like at all.

[gasteregg]

gaster showed up in the void like that pic of a guy walking into a burning house with pizzas. he may be a scientifically brilliant scientist but he's also the world's most socially inept. hes just throwing spaghetti at the wall and hoping something sticks constantly.

[gasteregg]

i didn't even consider this but these tags is right. he's LITERALLY just a classic mad scientist.

[the-river-person]

why do you call the waterfall area Gan'Eden?

A little clue. I like hiding clues in names, especially place names. I've hidden several in this story already. :3

[the-river-person]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game), Underfell - Fandom, everfell, Underfell AU - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Monster Character(s), Original Male Character(s), everfell sans, everfell fang, everfell papyrus, everfell monster kid, everfell doggo Additional Tags: Mild Language, Alternate Universe - Underfell (Undertale), Underfell AU, everfell - Freeform, Minor Violence, Threats of Violence, Near Death Experiences Series: Part 4 of Follow the Rivers Summary:

This is not the Underfell you've seen before, the world is different somehow, the characters in different places and acting upon different histories and in different roles, some things are missing entirely.

Fang, a young monster who has lost his memory, struggles to adapt to the harsh Underground and uncover the mystery of his origins. Yet there are many who would simply kill him for XP given the chance, and there are darker mysteries that might be deadly to uncover.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Another chapter has been properly uploaded to the Ao3. Enjoy!

[the-river-person]

Little Old ME

Once they were gone a shadowy figure detached itself from the ceiling and swiftly climbed down the face of the weeping stone statue and to the floor of the tunnel. In the dim light the figure seemed to carefully look around before pulling something from its pocket. A sudden light flashed, illuminating the figure as he tapped out a number into his cell phone. He resembled a frilled-lizard rather closely, and his scales were a bright yellow with little gold and white highlights in patterns when you looked closely. The clothing he wore consisted of a beautiful green suit that even had gold buttons, each embossed with a little flower, quite similar to the golden flower tucked carefully into his lapel. At the back of the trousers a hole made way for his tail to hang down. Putting the phone up to his ear, the monster waited until he heard someone pick up on the other end. “Howdy!” said the Monster cheerfully, his face breaking out into a wide grin, a grin that was half in shadow and half illuminated by the cell phone at his ear. “Just calling to let you know I found him.” For a moment he paused, listening. “No, sorry. I didn’t catch him or anything. Too many people around. He’s even got a little friend with him now. Golly, isn’t that just the greatest?” and he giggled, a high pitched laugh bordering on some frightening glee. Once more he paused to listen to the person speak at the other end of the phone line. “What I’m going to do now? Well...” He bent over and picked up something from a puddle. A large bottle of mustard. “Since he went to such effort to get this from the Tem’s Market, even using his one free purchase on it, I suppose he’ll want it back even though he left it behind. And who better to bring it to him than little old me? Hee hee!”

[the-river-person]

Dalphon in Stone

“I can’t believe you chose THAT for your free item, Dude.” Fang shrugged. The jumbo sized bottle of mustard in his arms ought to be more than enough to make Sans happy, or at least get the skeleton to be more amiable instead of glaring at him every time he entered a room. He still had a mountain of questions yet to be answered about this whole place. Why everyone was so nasty, what was this “Surface” that everyone talked about and why was everybody down here instead of up there if they liked it so much better. Most of all, he wanted to know about the humans that Monster Kid had mentioned. What was a human, anyway? The way MK had mentioned them, it didn’t seem as if they were very popular, and their garbage somehow ended up down here, so clearly they weren’t very careful and didn’t care about wasting resources much. From the moment he had woken up in the Underground he’d seen how carefully the Monsters protected their resources. Fields and orchards, electricity, even common household objects. The blankets that Papyrus had given him had been warm and well made, but had patches carefully sewn over any holes or even thin places, as if the very idea of throwing it away was unthinkable unless it was truly unusable. They were making their way back through Gan’Eden. Though Sans hadn’t mentioned that he had to be back by a specific time, or at all, it was getting late and Fang was sure that Papyrus would be back home soon. And if the comment Sans had made about being sure to eat dinner or risk the ire of Papyrus was any indication, Fang was sure that the taller skeleton would be upset at someone if they came home late. Either at him, which wouldn’t be the best ending to his second day, or at Sans, who he was already trying to get to be more amiable to him and getting him in trouble wouldn’t help at all. It was also possible that Papyrus could direct his anger towards MK given that it had been his idea in the first place, and Fang wasn’t about to let that happen either. When they passed by an old stone statue with small rivulets of water falling from its eyes as if the face were crying, Fang knew they’d gone down the wrong path. It was a huge carving, set into the very wall. It was odd, not quite like any monster he’d seen. Most of its features were hard to discern, as the carver had decided to obscure them beneath some kind of hood or head covering robe. But there were some kind of horns sticking out and up, its eyes only visible in the shadows where light from crystals in the ceiling glinted off the flowing water. “Are you,” he said slowly, “are you sure this is the right way? It’s not the way we came.” MK looked around and cursed. “Damn it! I got distracted. We’ll have to go back, this road used to go all the way through, but there was a cave in somewhere along it about a year ago and nobody bothered to clear it out.“ As one they turned to head back up the tunnel where they’d made the wrong turn, and found their way blocked by Monsters they hadn’t even heard behind them. Fang knew they were in trouble the moment he saw them, and he felt MK tense up beside him. The malicious grins the Monsters were giving them left little room for doubt. There were only three of them, one with dragon-like features but tattered useless looking wings on its back and claws far too long and wicked looking for comfort. Another appeared to be a body with a fish tail and a different sort of chest and arms up top and a series of scales down its spine, and most notably of all, it had no head on its shoulders at all. It wasn’t too hard to guess that the third gang member didn’t even want to be there. The monster was bug-like in appearance and his antenna were twitching in agitation along with his pincers. Fang tried to meet his eyes, but the monster wouldn’t look at him, just slightly off above his shoulder. “Well well. Gotten lost?” The dragon-like monster, who seemed to be the leader of the three. “We can show you the way back, right boys?” Both of the other monsters nodded. Or rather, the Mygosp clicked his pincers and waggled his antenna in agreement while the one without a head merely bowed slightly, dipping its chest lower towards the leader as it didn’t have a proper head to nod with. MK was having none of it. “We can find the way ourselves. Just move, asshole.” Shaking his head, the Monster tutted at them. “So rude, and here we were, just trying to do you a favor.” None of them showed any sign of moving out of the way. He knew what was going to happen before it happened. Fang’s ears flattened against his skull and the fur on the back of his neck was tickling as it rose and stood on end. While his tail was lashing in irritation he was moving his hind paws were shifting on the wet stone paths, readying for something, testing and adjusting his own balance. The very moment one of the monsters, the one without a head, raised its arm and began to create a little white bullet in the air to attack them with, Fang leapt. Nobody had taught him how to do magic, there hadn’t really been a chance. But he’d seen the monsters fighting in the arena using their bullets. Some, like Undyne, had more impressive weapons they could summon that flashed or glowed with colors. But most of the ones he’d seen were whitish or grey, sometimes a grey-orange in color. They had interesting shapes, but they were smaller. Something in him had gone off every time a monster had summoned one of these bullets, like a little warning light in his head. If he wasn’t paying attention he could miss it, but watching the fights in the arena had been good practice, and he was already in the air before the Monster’s bullet had actually had the time to form. Maybe he couldn’t do magic, but Papyrus had given him the name Fang for a reason. He had teeth, he had claws. He didn’t want to hurt these Monsters, or anyone. But he wasn’t going to let them kill him either, nor would he let them kill MK. His claws stretched and extended as he reached his target, and he latched on with them before immediately biting down. The full weight and momentum of his attack knocked the Monster back into the cave wall and they both went flailing down as the creature screeched in shock and pain, a mouth filled with horrific circular rows of teeth opening up somewhere in the space between its shoulders. Fang was back on his own feet in seconds, knowing that the one he’d attacked wasn’t going to be moving for at least a good 30 seconds, he glanced at the other two out of the corner of his eye. They hadn’t moved, their mouths hanging comically open with shock. Obviously they hadn’t expected their intended victims to attack like that, or maybe they were hoping intimidation would keep them from fighting back at all. Down on the floor, the other Monster pushed themselves up. While it didn’t have a face to give expression, the way it was moving conveyed something like confusion. It spoke, its deep graveling voice a surprise as they hadn’t heard it talking before, “...Zero... damage? But...” Anything else it meant to say was cut off as its fellow gang member, the dragonish one, gave out a yelp of pain and crashed to the ground. Taking advantage of their distraction, MK had made an attack of his own, spinning his entire body so his heavy tail crashed hard into the other monster’s legs, the spikes along it digging into the scaled flesh of his opponent while the weight of the tail and force of the blow undermined the Monster’s balance. Hardly anyone had the time to do anything else because another figure leapt into the middle of the road. Undyne, Captain of the Royal Guard, straightened from her landing, a glowing spear already in her hand. One look from her sent the bug-like Monster scrambling away down the tunnel, the other two paused for a few brief seconds before deciding that the fight wasn’t worth continuing, especially not if Undyne was a part of it. Then they hurriedly retreated after their fleeing friend, casting murderous looks at the boys as they went.

Glancing back at MK to see if he was alright, Fang found the lizard Monster looking absolutely starry-eyed as he gazed at Undyne. Forcing back a smile that was trying to creep up on his face, Fang nodded at the Captain. “Thank you,” he said. “For jumping in to help.” “OF COURSE!” said Undyne, her voice booming as she faced them, her grin like a shark’s and bright red lipstick lining her mouth in an unsettling way. “I GOT WORD FROM ONIONSAMA THAT YOU PASSED THAT WAY EARLIER AND THAT THERE HAD BEEN REPORTS OF THESE ASSHOLES ABOUT.” Something in her face darkened slightly. “SLAVERS AND XP FARMING GANGS. I’VE BEEN WANTING TO ROOT THEM ALL OUT FOR YEARS, BUT THEY’RE ESPECIALLY HARD TO FIND IN WATERFALL’S MAZE LIKE TUNNELS.” Onionsama? Fang didn’t know the name, but he felt a rush of gratitude towards whoever that was who had seen them and sent word to the Captain about the possible danger. Maybe not everyone in this place was entirely insane. After a second, Undyne’s expression cleared as she grinned down at them. “SO! YOU TWO ARE PRETTY STRONG! AND QUICK! THAT’S GREAT FOR WHEN YOU GET IN A NASTY CORNER.“ She glanced at Fang. “IT’S RARE THAT SOMEONE CAN BE THAT PHYSICALLY STRONG BUT STILL DEAL ZERO DAMAGE DURING AN ATTACK. SINCE MONSTERS ARE MOSTLY MADE OF MAGIC IT TAKES INTENT OR DESIRE TO HURT IN ORDER TO DO ANY DAMAGE. BUT CLEARLY THAT DOESN’T MAKE YOU WEAK, YOU TOOK YOUR OPPONENT DOWN AND WERE UP AND READY FOR MORE! AND YOU,” turning to MK who blinked in surprise at being addressed directly. “YOU’RE GOOD ON THE UPTAKE. ONCE YOU SAW AN OPENING, YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF IT AND KNEW RIGHT WHERE TO STRIKE.” The fish-monster paused, thinking. “I’D LIKE TO RECRUIT YOU BOTH OF YOU FOR THE GUARD. IF YOU’RE WILLING. YOU’D BE GREAT OFFICERS, THOUGH YOU’D HAVE TO START OFF AT THE BOTTOM FIRST AND WORK YOUR WAY UP THROUGH THE RANKS.” “Yes!“ Spluttered out MK before she could say anymore. Undyne’s grin widened. Fang hesitated, “I’m not sure...” he began. “I don’t know if-” But she waved him into silence with a flap of her hand. “NAH, IT’S OKAY, KID. YOU DON’T NEED TO ANSWER RIGHT AWAY. IT’S A PRETTY BIG DECISION, SO TAKE YOUR TIME AND THINK ABOUT IT. JUST DON’T TAKE TOO LONG, THERE’S LOTS OF TRAINING TO GET THROUGH. ALRIGHT?” He nodded hurriedly, feeling relief at not having to answer right away. Glancing round at the area they were in, and her eyes alighting briefly on the stone statue of a strange hooded monster who’s upper torso was carved from the very stone wall and whose eyes were acting as drainpipes for some upper waterfall. “HELL, THIS ISN’T THE NICEST PLACE TO GO TROMPING THROUGH. TELL YOU WHAT, I’LL SEE YOU BOTH HOME TO BE SURE THOSE IDIOTS DON’T COME RUSHING BACK WITH MORE FRIENDS TO FIGHT WITH. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?” “Everfall Town,” said MK promptly, giving his address. But it was when Fang told her Papyrus’s address that her eyes widened. “WHAT? THAT’S PAPYRUS’ HOUSE! WAIT A MINUTE...” you could almost see the click in her eyes as the puzzle pieces snapped together. “YOU’RE THAT KID! WOW! PAPYRUS SAID YOU WERE SCRAPPY, BUT DAMN!” She threw back her head and laughed, a full-throated roar of amusement and glee. MK and Fang shared a look of bemusement as the captain wiped away at tears of mirth. “THAT’S GREAT,” she said, still chuckling. “I’LL STICK AROUND AND JOIN YOU FOR DINNER SO I CAN TELL HIM ALL ABOUT THIS. PLUS I’LL GET SOME OF HIS LASAGNA. HE MAY BE AN ASSHOLE SOMETIMES, BUT DAMN IS HE A GOOD COOK.” And, grabbing both boys heartily around the shoulders, she half led half dragged them along the tunnels, waxing poetic about pasta based foods.

[vgfm]

Kris: Roaring Knight or Red Herring?

HEY EVERY___!

A lot has changed, hasn’t it? Last year I wrote a massive theory post on Everyman’s role in the Undertale/Deltarune series, which culminated in my theory that Everyman is the Knight. A month after that I made a follow-up post that went further down the rabbit hole and explored Everyman’s possible relationship to Gaster.

With the release of Deltarune Chapter 2 I debated making a third part to my Everyman analysis, but it turned out there’s more to talk about than I could’ve imagined. Chapter 2 has given us plenty of new Knight lore, so let’s take a look at what this means for my Everyman theor—

Oh.

Look, there’s Kris. Creating a fountain. On-screen and everything. It’s not remotely ambiguous either. Even the game files straight up tell you that Kris is creating a new dark fountain.

[Image transcript: UTModTool is showing multiple sprite entries whose names begin with “spr_kris_make_fountain”. On the right is an animation file for Kris jumping up after they open the dark fountain. End image transcript]

I’ll be honest, when I first saw this scene I wasn’t terribly surprised. The writing already seemed to be on the wall when the Queen provided a glimpse of the Knight creating her fountain. Her description of the Knight’s outstretched hand holding a blade might as well have been a blaring neon sign that said “Doesn’t this remind you of Kris?”

[Image transcript: Queen looking at a project of a giant hand and a blade. Her dialogue says “It Coursed Its Will Into Its Blade” End image transcript]

I’ve had some time since that first playthrough to mull things over. I can’t deny that Chapter 2’s ending makes my own Knight hypothesis seem less likely than it did at the end of chapter 1. However, I don’t think things are as open-and-shut as they first appear. Before I can make an all-encompassing follow-up to my Everyman analysis, I have to take a bit of a detour with our friend Kris. Think of this as a “part 2.5” of my Everyman analysis (warning: may not contain Everyman).

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[the-river-person]

Ooh. This makes a lot of sense. It aligns quite well with some of my own observations as well. And it makes for a fun read.

[the-river-person]

Wash u Soul

What surprised Fang most about the dump was how well ordered everything was. He’d been expecting mounds of rotting wet trash that collected in piles from the flow, washed into the underground from above. Instead, there were platforms of wood and stone where trash had been collected and sorted into all kinds of piles and packed into crates. Monsters that looked like a strange cross between turtle and bucket could be seen trundling up and down paths between all the piles and carefully washing and sorting items. By this point Fang was beginning to expect a sour or angry mood from just about everybody, or at the very least the pretense of toughness. These monsters, on the other hand, seemed to be genuinely content as they went about their work, occasionally muttering things like “Wash u face” or “scrub a dub dub!” Another monster met them where the walkway they were on opened up onto the massive platforms of the dump. It was a sort of dog/cat-like monster with white fur who was wearing a small maroon suit that had clearly been tailored just for them. It was hard to tell if they simply had two sets of ears or whether the floppy parts that hung down on either side of their head were just tufts of fur. The creature smiled up at them pleasantly. “Hello, Welcome to the Waste Collection and Redistribution Center. I’m Temmie, let me know if there’s anything you need.” With their little golden monocle they gazed up at the pair of monsters, taking them in. “I recognize you,” they said to Monster Kid. “But you, first time coming?” Fang nodded, “As far as I know, yeah.” “Ah, it’s always nice to have new customers. As this is your first time here, you are entitled to one free item of medium size. Bring it up to the desk with your other purchases.” With a paw the monster gestured over towards a wooden desk to the far left beyond the piles of sorted trash. The person sitting there was... Temmie? The monster looked exactly the same, down to the suit, the monocle, and even the same pleasant and slightly amused smile. Fang glanced back at the monster in front of him, only to find that they were no longer there. How...? Noting that Monster Kid was looking just as perplexed and confused as he was, Fang decided they probably weren’t going to get any answers. Some Monsters seemed to just be weirder than others. As they began picking through the piles, Fang pelted his friend with more questions. “I thought this was a dump. Why are they selling it? Isn’t it just trash?” Monster Kid snorted. “Well yeah, dude. Its human trash. And it used to just be free for any scavengers who got to it first. But the Tems made a deal with the Royal Family. If they cleaned it all up and stopped people from killing each other over scraps then they could sell the junk for profit. But its not too bad, their prices aren’t high, and they do everything they promised to do. You shouldn’t make deals with Tems if you can help it, but if you do, they keep their word no matter what.” Fang opened his mouth to ask why he shouldn’t make deals with the Tems if they kept their word when he accidentally ran right into one of the Woshuas. It stumbled back, grumbling angrily, before looking up at him in surprise. “Wash u face?” it inquired suspiciously. Fang had no idea how to answer that, but it seemed the little monster didn’t really want an answer as it continued on anyway. “Your soul is....... Clean?” Though he had no idea what it was talking about, the little monster’s expression was so startled that Fang wondered if it was alright. “Sorry,” he said offering a hand to help the creature, but it recoiled from his touch and trundled away as quickly as it could. “No thanks no thanks no thanks. Green means clean. Wash you hand. Wash you hand!” Mystified, Fang glanced at Monster Kid for an explanation, but the other only shrugged and went back to looking through the piles for something to buy. The Woshua returned to its cleaning and sorting with the others, but every so often Fang would catch it staring at him from a far off pile, wearing an unreadable expression. But whenever it saw him looking it turned away.

[the-river-person]

I saw this picture this morning. It’s called “Ghosts in a tree” by Franz Sedlacek.

As terrifying as it is…. I thought at first that it was a tree full of Gaster’s and was suitably horrified.