stupid stupid deltarune doodle/comic I made in like 5 minutes because I couldnāt get it out of my head (psa i CANNOT DRAW and also used ZERO REFERENCES) (do NOT be like me)
hahaha so, like, what if the flowers got transported into undertale??
yeah, itās not an original concept by any means but i couldn't get this idea out of my head. i'm calling this au āa flowerās dreamā for now. i'm not too fond of the title (yet?) so it might change to something better. basically, the sealing of the flower kingdom's dark fountain occurred at the same time as an undertale āresetāāwhich led the seven flowers to slip into the kingdom of monsters. they're scattered throughout the underground, separated from one another, with little to no clue where they are.Ā
oh, and the human souls are gone from their containment. totally completely unrelated whatsoever!
Details/rambling below! (^o^)/
this au is heavily based on the parallelism between deltarune and undertale. the obvious being: flowery is the counterpart to flowey, the flowers are as to the fallen humans (souls), pink with mad mew mew. so, when they get dumped into undertale, their existence got linked to these associations.Ā
the human souls, within their containment, resonated with six flowers. it was strong enough that they escaped and attached themselves to them. the flowers become⦠vessels, of sorts. not in a kris way tho! the human souls lie dormant, having died, with minimal consciousness. in deltarune, darkness is what gifted flowers a human form. but here, itās flipped around: the light of the soul giving them shape. its kinda like shadow puppets (light as the human soul, hand as the flower, shadow as their human appearance, darkness from the underground). the six flowers spawn at the items left behind by the fallen humans. aqua wakes up at the balcony ruins (toy knife), orange gets stuffed into the first dimensional box (tough gloves), etc. monsters think theyāre human at first but soon realize they arenāt (and later not monsters either).
as for flowery and pinkā¦
flowery and flowey share a body. right before meeting frisk (again), flowey felt something change within him. it bursted out of his stem and took on a humanoid shapeābecoming flowery. it's a case of accidental parasitism that neither of them like. flowery is in control most of, if not all, the time while flowey sits on his shoulder. he has vines wrapping around his midsection and some of his left arm, leading upward to where flowey is. flowery has a similar looking soul to the other flowers: a black heart with a red glow. the red color comes from the determination that was injected into flowey (following the red soul = determination assumption). anyway, flowery accompanies frisk in their journey despite floweyās complaints. he also has the ability to see the save points but canāt interact with them as frisk does. oh, and flowery has deep, complicated feelings about this worldās asgoreā¦
pink, in their dark world form, is dumped right next to mad mew mew. sheās a unique case of being separated from her undertale counterpart, purely because of how her story works (pinkās darkner body). pink has a special soul unrelated to humans, being half darkner and half monster. it's reminiscent of her split soul mechanic in undertale. pink is absolutely frustrated at first, due to feeling lost, before settling down⦠before promptly freaking out at the underground history. the lightner pink is shocked about monsters being banished while the darkner pink realized darkners donāt exist in this world. she has so many emotions running through her head. however, pink later finds resolve and sets out her own adventure to find ory and the others! she also has a new friend accompanying her too, mad mew mew! they get along really well <3
moving on, undertale! not much to talk about tbh. frisk just completed a neutral run and, on floweyās advice, reset back to the beginning. however, they are completely caught off guard by these new friends. neither humans or monsters but āplantnersā! note: there is no player entity, the red soul belongs to friskās. And, chara is a ghost that follows frisk... yeah, iām old school for that.
it's not fully fleshed out or anything but thatās all i have. for anyone wondering why pink is included, i see her as a part of the bouquet. (āæā āæā )
I love the part where someone obscures the middle, then someone else goes back and excavates the more higher resolution version without that shenanigan, yet absorbs some element of it dutifully
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
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Fuck You.
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Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Iām so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down Iām so mad.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerpā¦. Donāt ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Donāt wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNINGĀ
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they arenāt worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. Iām yelling so loud and now Iām crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I canāt take anymore. Iām opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that āI HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDSā, āTHEY ALL KISS MEā, and āTHEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURRā.
and letās not forget the āBlaizā and her āwicked tatā, or that he doesnāt āwanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever againā, and that this is āthe FINAL FUCKING WARNINGā.
āthe goo pile that is now your bodyā
iām dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, itāll be fun.
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. Iām clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and heās muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals Iām still Ā at the bar. You look to the exit, thereās still time. But thereās not, thereās not, thereās not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. Ā I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I havenāt shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and Iām missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, itās like that only instead of boots itās my muscles and instead of walking itās punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family⦠Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insultedĀ theĀ Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing⦠no playing you fuck. No playing⦠it was real.. the realest thing Iāve ever know.. felt⦠Love. I loved them⦠Blaizā¦. Chas-Chas⦠Funk⦠I loved all three of em⦠but theyā¦*My face is wet with tears and Iām blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me⦠left⦠*Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?!Ā *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging.Ā āPft, you brought this upon yourself dude.ā He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me⦠* I fall to the floor and sob.*
Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*