Hey there! First of all, thank you. Your comic, no, STORY, is simply amazing. There is a thread of mystery lurking around, what happened to Sans, why is the human here, why is Undyne not looking after my precious cinnamon bun Papyrus? EH UNDYNE? Anyways, what motivates you to continue drawing this, and what brought you this idea? You go on and take a break as long as you wish, life gets in the way, quite understandable. All I can say is I look forward to the next update, STAY DETERMINED ARTIST!
Hhhhhh this one’s gonna get long and personal and I am sorry to do this in response to an ask from someone who’s not at all part of the problem, but I feel here’s as good a place to make this clear as any, SO.
First: Thank you! I’m glad you like it - really I am! I sincerely never expected Something’s Missing to get as popular as it has, and I’m so grateful for everyone’s kind words, even if I can’t answer all of them directly!
Second, as to the origin: the origin is actually kind of a funny story. I was away from my tablet for the weekend (normal while I was still attending college; i’m not right now but more on that later) and having people send in silly suggestions for doodles in my sketchbook, and one anon missed the “silly” part and sent in the ask that started off this whole shebang. It turned into a plot bunny that had me crying alone in bed at four in the morning, and, well, you see.
As to motivation, though…I have mentioned this before without going into detail, and I’m still not going to go into much detail, because y’all don’t need to hear my tragic backstory and I’ve no intention of sharing it with strangers in any case, but somewhere along the line of me slowly descending into a complete inability to get my schoolwork done, I realized this story became something of a coping mechanism for me. Coping with both the stress of school, and with what has since been identified as PTSD. The events of this comic are in no way related to what actually happened to and around me, mind; but the emotions are very directly based on my own - confusion, betrayal, grief, the whole mess.
As of March, I’ve been on medical withdrawl from college. It’s that bad. And in all honesty, this comic was in many ways a way for me to escape from stress of school by just…not doing my schoolwork. I can’t deal with stress anymore, not like I used to be able to. Don’t worry, I’m seeing a therapist and I’m doing much better since I’ve been home, and I’m ultimately going to be transfering to a college closer to home so I can be with my family. But what that means for this comic is that because it’s a story that is so important to me as a tool for my own healing, I really, REALLY don’t want to force it. That’s why I get so touchy about people asking when I’m gonna update it next, even though I get it, it’s hard to be patient, I’ve been on your end. But I’m not someone who likes to force my own stories, and ESPECIALLY not this one.
My heart and my mind aren’t very into Undertale for the time being, but with how much thought and energy went into this already, they’ll come back around to it eventually. I can’t control when that’ll happen, but when it does, I hope some of you guys’ll still be invested. I’ll be writing it for my own sake, so it’ll be written no matter what.