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Okay I think I got his design now ignore the quality I screenshot these right from my laptop instead of just exporting it because itâs still a wip đŠđŠ
I guess the solid white shirt can be an extra đ
UTW! Grillby I miss you here's 1 doodle
I made this drawing with my non dominant hand because my right hand is busted....đ but it still looks pretty good so im proud of itđ©·
celebrating love in all its forms
Do yâall fw my Lidl Sans
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a nems variant that turned out bad but regret it so he tries to contact other variants (been watching spiderverse clips đ)
happyyyy pride mooonthhhhhhhhh yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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that was so fun i had to doodle it quickly
(i based the characters off our discord pfps)
it's okay guys tem made a comeback at the end
I HAD SM FUN HANGING OUT WITH YALL WE NEED TO HANGOUT MORE OFTEEENNNN KYAA EHEHHEE
I may be unlucky in UNO but Iâm still beating all ur asses on Putt Party đ€
Some warmup i-havent-drawn-in-over-a-week sketches. Back to back finals, trip, and work ;-; save me-
Anyway, Trickster by @yourloveaton !!!
Also working on a redesign for my frisk cuz I liked them but I wanted them to be a bit more covered, like blankets, and scraggly
AWWW THEYRE SO CUTE AWW AW AWWW
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ACT 1 - Episode 2
âthereâs too many of them!â
Trickster hears Nems say at the top of his lungs as they run from the swarm of doppels who are currently hot on their trails.Â
Trickster howls, âMAN! Thatâs a lot!!! HAHAHAââ
âyouâre laughing??? you led them to us, and youâre laughing?!â Nems looks at him in contempt and disbelief.
Trickster sighs melodramatically, âOh Nemmy, always blaming me for everythingâŠâ
âitâs because it is your fault!!!â
Oh. Right. Trickster thinks back to moments before their current predicamentâŠ
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Trickster looked at Nems, who had just poked his shoulder asking for his attention. The sunlight hit both their faces as they walked on a path across the empty field. Their destination was the city they saw from the cliff. It should be the city Underfell currently resides in.
âhey, i think theyâre sensitive to sound, so we need to keep quiet.â Nems said in a fully serious tone.
âOh now you realize?â
Ah yes, they had met just a few more of those Doppels after walking down the mountain. Nems mustâve realized it then. Although, he was pretty sure it was because Nems just kept yapping on and on about AUs and anomalies⊠What a nerd! Maybe he should lighten up.
It was then when Trickster pulled out a rubber chicken. From where? Who knows!
Seeing this, Nems froze.
 â...what are you doing.â
Squawk.
âItâs a rubber chicken, duh.â Trickster grinned slyly, squeezing it in his hand so that itâd continue squawking, while also dodging Nemsâ attempts to snatch it away.
âno, stop that, why are you like thisââ
Squawk.
âTrickster.âÂ
Squawk.
âthatâs it.â
Nems furiously took Tricksterâs hand, his strength almost catching Trickster off guard. What the heck is with that grip?
They went back and forth on each other, Nems getting increasingly more irritated, made worse by Tricksterâs loud laughter. That was, until they heard a loud rumbling noise coming from behind them.Â
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Hah, that was funny.
âŠBuut now they have to deal with an incoming horde. And luckily for him, one of them has managed to reach him. Looks like it used to be a human adult, who had short messy hair. It is now nothing but a silhouette of its former self. It reaches out to him with one hand, the other holding a knife, ready to slash at him once it gets close enough to his face.
Trickster quickly jumps, avoiding the blade all together and throwing the doppel off balance. He then kicks it midair, a long confetti-cannon in hand shooting its head off in a colorful, explosive fashion. Its body falls onto the ground, motionless. It dissipates into the atmosphere, just like the ones before it.
Another doppel comes straight towards him. And another, aaand another. What a painâŠÂ
He quickly deals with them, confetti and various other loud sounds coming from his corner of the battlefield. And being the performer that he is, he has other tools in his arsenal, including a smoke bomb!
BOOM!
Colored smoke quickly spreads, blinding the poor doppels as Trickster shoots 3 of them consecutively with more confetti.
âSQWACK!
âŠand a rubber chicken to one of their heads. Just for good measure.
Ahh, easy peasy. He wonders how his Nemmy is doing, quickly stealing a glance at him. And as expected, heâs doing something stupid againâŠ
âIdiot.â Trickster mutters out loud, watching Nems as he grabs that doppelâs wrist before it could summon its attacks. Is he trying to talk to it again? Has he been doing that the whole time with the doppels heâs been fighting the last few minutes? or hours? He canât tell anymore.
His curiosity beckons him to listen closer to the conversation unfolding between themâ or at least, an attempt at one.
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Nems kicks the doppel away with his foot, strong enough to give him a bit of space from the doppel, whom he recognizes to be Underfellâs version of Dogaressa. He clears his throat, swallowing back his nervousness.
âwhereâs your husband, Mrs. Dogaressa?â
âŠIt charges at him without so much as a response. The speed of which leaving Nems no choice but to stab it by summoning a bone from the ground, piercing its shoulder.
â...do you know anything?âÂ
He hears a rumble from within her body.
And just before he can ask another question, he spots a few glitches appearing around her as Dogaressa stretches her hand out, forming a fist.
A scythe starts glitching into existence, and a giant one at that. And to make things worse, he spots more doppels coming for him from a distance. She called for backup it seems. Heâs gonna get outnumbered.
âŠNo, he canât waste any time.
â...sorry.â
Nems looks away, finishing Dogaressa off by piercing her neck with another bone. He then flees from the incoming attacks launched by the doppels that came over.
Trickster watches Nems approach him, his saddened expression being the first thing Trickster notices, and then the few scratches on his person. Efforts gone to waste.
Putting both hands on his waist, Trickster sighs with a hearty smile on his face.
âI told you, didnât I? These guys canât be saved. You canât talk to them.â
Nems remains silent. He finally shut up!
Tricksterâs expression remains the same, his attention moving towards the remaining doppels. Which is to say, thereâs a lot more where that came from. They have to press on.
BOOM!
They finish off a few more, Trickster running away from the swarm as soon as he gets the chance. He sees Nems teleporting closer to him to do the same.Â
Itâs then when Trickster sees the city gates in the distance. The closer they get, the more they see that it's being guarded by 3 figuresâŠ
Seems theyâll be greeted with a warm welcome.
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ACT 1 - Episode 2
âthereâs too many of them!â
Trickster hears Nems say at the top of his lungs as they run from the swarm of doppels who are currently hot on their trails.Â
Trickster howls, âMAN! Thatâs a lot!!! HAHAHAââ
âyouâre laughing??? you led them to us, and youâre laughing?!â Nems looks at him in contempt and disbelief.
Trickster sighs melodramatically, âOh Nemmy, always blaming me for everythingâŠâ
âitâs because it is your fault!!!â
Oh. Right. Trickster thinks back to moments before their current predicamentâŠ
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Trickster looked at Nems, who had just poked his shoulder asking for his attention. The sunlight hit both their faces as they walked on a path across the empty field. Their destination was the city they saw from the cliff. It should be the city Underfell currently resides in.
âhey, i think theyâre sensitive to sound, so we need to keep quiet.â Nems said in a fully serious tone.
âOh now you realize?â
Ah yes, they had met just a few more of those Doppels after walking down the mountain. Nems mustâve realized it then. Although, he was pretty sure it was because Nems just kept yapping on and on about AUs and anomalies⊠What a nerd! Maybe he should lighten up.
It was then when Trickster pulled out a rubber chicken. From where? Who knows!
Seeing this, Nems froze.
 â...what are you doing.â
Squawk.
âItâs a rubber chicken, duh.â Trickster grinned slyly, squeezing it in his hand so that itâd continue squawking, while also dodging Nemsâ attempts to snatch it away.
âno, stop that, why are you like thisââ
Squawk.
âTrickster.âÂ
Squawk.
âthatâs it.â
Nems furiously took Tricksterâs hand, his strength almost catching Trickster off guard. What the heck is with that grip?
They went back and forth on each other, Nems getting increasingly more irritated, made worse by Tricksterâs loud laughter. That was, until they heard a loud rumbling noise coming from behind them.Â
.
.
.
Hah, that was funny.
âŠBuut now they have to deal with an incoming horde. And luckily for him, one of them has managed to reach him. Looks like it used to be a human adult, who had short messy hair. It is now nothing but a silhouette of its former self. It reaches out to him with one hand, the other holding a knife, ready to slash at him once it gets close enough to his face.
Trickster quickly jumps, avoiding the blade all together and throwing the doppel off balance. He then kicks it midair, a long confetti-cannon in hand shooting its head off in a colorful, explosive fashion. Its body falls onto the ground, motionless. It dissipates into the atmosphere, just like the ones before it.
Another doppel comes straight towards him. And another, aaand another. What a painâŠÂ
He quickly deals with them, confetti and various other loud sounds coming from his corner of the battlefield. And being the performer that he is, he has other tools in his arsenal, including a smoke bomb!
BOOM!
Colored smoke quickly spreads, blinding the poor doppels as Trickster shoots 3 of them consecutively with more confetti.
âSQWACK!
âŠand a rubber chicken to one of their heads. Just for good measure.
Ahh, easy peasy. He wonders how his Nemmy is doing, quickly stealing a glance at him. And as expected, heâs doing something stupid againâŠ
âIdiot.â Trickster mutters out loud, watching Nems as he grabs that doppelâs wrist before it could summon its attacks. Is he trying to talk to it again? Has he been doing that the whole time with the doppels heâs been fighting the last few minutes? or hours? He canât tell anymore.
His curiosity beckons him to listen closer to the conversation unfolding between themâ or at least, an attempt at one.
âŠ
Nems kicks the doppel away with his foot, strong enough to give him a bit of space from the doppel, whom he recognizes to be Underfellâs version of Dogaressa. He clears his throat, swallowing back his nervousness.
âwhereâs your husband, Mrs. Dogaressa?â
âŠIt charges at him without so much as a response. The speed of which leaving Nems no choice but to stab it by summoning a bone from the ground, piercing its shoulder.
â...do you know anything?âÂ
He hears a rumble from within her body.
And just before he can ask another question, he spots a few glitches appearing around her as Dogaressa stretches her hand out, forming a fist.
A scythe starts glitching into existence, and a giant one at that. And to make things worse, he spots more doppels coming for him from a distance. She called for backup it seems. Heâs gonna get outnumbered.
âŠNo, he canât waste any time.
â...sorry.â
Nems looks away, finishing Dogaressa off by piercing her neck with another bone. He then flees from the incoming attacks launched by the doppels that came over.
Trickster watches Nems approach him, his saddened expression being the first thing Trickster notices, and then the few scratches on his person. Efforts gone to waste.
Putting both hands on his waist, Trickster sighs with a hearty smile on his face.
âI told you, didnât I? These guys canât be saved. You canât talk to them.â
Nems remains silent. He finally shut up!
Tricksterâs expression remains the same, his attention moving towards the remaining doppels. Which is to say, thereâs a lot more where that came from. They have to press on.
BOOM!
They finish off a few more, Trickster running away from the swarm as soon as he gets the chance. He sees Nems teleporting closer to him to do the same.Â
Itâs then when Trickster sees the city gates in the distance. The closer they get, the more they see that it's being guarded by 3 figuresâŠ
Seems theyâll be greeted with a warm welcome.
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ACT 1 - Episode 1
Nems ponders, thinking back to a couple days ago, when he first brought it up with Ink. All he wanted was to investigate what was going on with AUs that were in danger of disappearing. As each week went on, the books in his library decreased, which is a reasonable cause for concern⊠Where are these AUs going? Why are they disappearing? Whoâ
âWell you canât do that alone.â Ink replied, crossing his arms as he stared at the books on one of the shelves.Â
âuh⊠why? is it that dangerous?â
Ink smirked at him in Ink-fashion, âYeah! I canât risk another one of my most precious partnerships dying too!â
Partnerships? Too? Was he just a co-worker to him?
âbut i gotta know whatâs going on.â
Inkâs eyelights lingered on Nemsâ face for a while as they stared at each other in silence.Â
â...Iâll tell you what, you can go investigate, oooonly if you go with someone.â
Nems had a bad feelingâŠ
âplease donât tell me itâsâŠâ
âHereâs to our first mission together!!!â
Loud and pretentious as he is, Trickster loudly commemorates as confetti shoots everywhere, some landing on Nemsâ skull.Â
Here they are, on some random mountainside forest they had just stepped foot in 3 seconds ago, and this guyâs already getting on his nerves. Nems stares at Trickster holding a now empty confetti cannon. Where does he even keep those?
Trickster laughs at his face, âCâmon, whereâs your whimsy? Your sense of wonder??? Youâre gonna get older if you donât smile, ever heard of that?â
âever heard of being quiet? stealthy?â Nems says with a scowl. âfor all we know, we could be in enemy territoryââ
Trickster hits his shoulder, cutting him off. âPshhhhhh chillax, you worry too much!â
âŠThis guy.
Nems rubs his shoulder, looking away from him. Heâs clearly holding back his annoyance. Whatâs with this dynamic? Is he supposed to watch over this guy? Heâs a loose cannon!
â...why the hell did Ink pair us up again?â
Trickster smiles at Nemsâ question like he was gonna ask the same thing. âAww⊠do you not like little olâ me?â
âdo i have to answer that?â
âWell, youâll be happy to know that I donât agree with this arrangement either! Whyâd I get paired up with a boring guy like you?â
Why did Ink think this was a good idea?
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âthe guy that broke into my library??????â Nems stood up from his seat, not even trying to hide his concern (and vexation.)
Ink laughed up a storm, âYeah!!! That guy! Heâs really not a bad guy, and plus⊠heâs knowledgeable.â
What, the guy who kept shooting confetti and blowing party horns in his library without so much as a Hi??? He basically broke into his house. He tried searching the library for anything that came remotely close to this guy, but got nothing.
âŠWho is Trickster?
Well, all that was important to Nems was that he was the only way he could get out there. Which brings him to the present. Now standing right in front of Trickster, covered in confetti. Joy.
Heâll just file a complaint letter later, one that Ink wouldnât read anyway. But then again, when has Ink ever listened to anyone?Â
Trickster starts walking ahead of him without looking back, his cloak flowing with the wind. Nems follows in uncomfortable silence.
Tricksterâs surprising silence and swiftness while passing through this forest isnât what he wouldâve expected⊠and itâs getting awkward. It isnât until several minutes pass when Nems decides to finally start up a conversation.Â
âink said there are signs of corruption here; objects disappearing, people missing⊠checks all the boxes. same stuff was happening in all the other universes that disappeared.â
Nems notices Trickster kicking several rocks, getting distracted by small branches on the dirt still ahead of him. Is he even listening?
âŠWhatever.Â
âink also said that this is the first big pacifist timeline that virus is coming for.â
So far, this âvirusâ had only been going after smaller AUs, feeding on them to grow its power. Could it be that itâs gained enough strength to chase after bigger spoils? How much does Trickster know about this?
Itâs then when suddenly a low-pitched rumble, discernible from behind one of the trees, stops both skeletons in their tracks.
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Corrupted, glitched, unrecognizable⊠A slouched over monster slowly approaches them. Itâs like a zombie straight out of a video game, except itâs probably not after their brains. No, it's after something else, something that must be connected to that virus. Is this person trying to talk to them? It quickly becomes apparent that it wonât be a pleasant conversation.
Nems steps forward towards them, those questions repeatedly playing in his head. Can it be that they can establish some sort of connection with it? âuh, heyââ
That is when Trickster comes up from behind the entity and slashes it in half with ease, giving no time to even let Nems see the weapon. The entity falls onto the dirt, the top half of its body still reaching its arm to Trickster, grabbing the fluffy end of his cloak. Its rumbling noises continue unsettlingly. Trickster steps his sharp heel into its back, pressing against it until it stops moving. The glitches, seemingly âmeltingâ from it, flow upward into the sky. Itâs dying. Wait. Shit. Itâs dying!
âwhyâd you kill it so fast? what even is it?!â Nems inveighs, âwe couldâve saved themâŠâ
And maybe it had useful information.
Trickster looks at Nems, his expression hidden under his hood as always.
âRiiight right, this is your first time seeing something like this!â he says condescendingly. âYouâve only witnessed these AUs after they get eatenâŠâ
Eaten?
Trickster steps off the body, the last remaining pieces of it dissipating into the atmosphere. âTheyâre called doppels. People become those when they get corrupted. The one we just saw⊠These types arenât people anymore. Whoever they were, theyâre long gone.â
Thatâs when reality hits. These worlds arenât only disappearingâŠ
Theyâre getting consumed from the inside out. And yet why does he sound like he doesnât have a care in the world? Heâs saying it like itâs normal that these people are getting turned into zombies. Itâs infuriating.Â
âŠIs what heâs saying even true? For all he could know, he couldâve just killed a person.Â
âWhatcha lookinâ at?â Trickster crosses his arms, noticing Nemsâ apparent disdain. Even so, Trickster keeps that stupid smile on his face.Â
Nems clears his throat, âi see now why Ink is so interested in you.â
âHah?â
Silence follows the odd exchange.Â
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They continue walking, sunlight leaking through the leaves and hitting their skulls. For Nems, it has been a while since he last felt that warmth. For Trickster⊠who knows where heâs been. Itâs been a long time since Nems has had so much trouble reading someoneâs visage, not like he makes it easy. But heâll put that aside for now. Theyâre finally reaching the end of the forest, to find a cliff thatâs overlooking a city.
They stand over the precipice as the rising sun paints the city in shades of fiery orange. Now then, what do you have in store this time, Underfell?
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