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Player:[VOIDTALE] - Patterns Undone

Fandom: UnderTale - Player:[VOIDTALE]

TW: Spiraling Mental Health, mentions of dissociating (not DID)

POV: Void!Sans or Player:[VOIDTALE] Sans

Chapter [1] - RESET

He couldn’t take it anymore. Days blurred together in his dissociated state of mind. It was monotonous.

Objectively, he knew there were other timelines but he could not recall seeing them with his own eyes. Perhaps he had some long time ago.

What even was time in the context of so many RESETs?

If he had, he’d long forgotten it in the face of so many genocides.

He could hear the familiar call of his brother from outside of his bedroom door. He was tired. Stars above, he was so fucking tired.

What was the point in anything if this was what it led to?

He used to believe the anomaly would grow bored of the same thing everytime. How wrong he was.

Now he questioned if the anomaly even had a higher level of conscious, was the anomaly an entity capable of thought? Or was the anomaly an ‘it’, like a parasite, something that needed violence like a fish needed water, a human needed air? Could the anomaly get bored?

Was Frisk, the child, conscious of the actions the anomaly made? Could Frisk fight the control? If Frisk could, did Frisk care to? Did the kid let this happen, give in willingly?

Loud knocking disrupted his chaotic thoughts. He let out a groan of a response so his brother knew he was up and did not need to be dragged out of bed.

He let himself fall into that hazy, dissociative  state of mind once more, going about this day the same way he had for every RESET before.

It took him a bit to notice through his hazy mind.

… 

The kid was late…

Next Chapter: [2] -WIP-

More from my au: Player:[VOIDTALE]

Hello?!

@darqee Ay yo, I didn't know you made the soul collector au, and tumblr says your my biggest fan?! Love it! (Also I didn't know you made this Au because I forget to look at the profiles of people a lot on tumblr)

(Don't know what to tag this T_T)

⭐️Drabble Stories #1

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“Human.

Why have you come back? You were almost at the barrier, closing in on the end of your journey, and yet... Here you are, near the beginning of your adventure once again.

Did you really miss my presence that much?

Or did you just want to see him before you left the underground?

...

I-I see.

Although I didn’t want to admit it, I knew that you would come back to Snowdin eventually, back to us... but that wasn’t the reason why I thought you would do so, nor how I hoped you would do so either.

...

Well, I’m not going to ‘beat around the bush’ as one would say.

Human, my brother has told me many stories about you and your recent... escapades... And I can only hope from the bottom of my soul that they were all lies.

He told me that you hurt people.

He told me that you made my friends go away.

He told me that’s you needed to be stopped.

And He told me that you would be coming for us next...

It seems he was right about that one.

...

And yet, despite what my brother has said about you, I still believe in you and your decisions. I mean, you are my friend, Human.

No...

You are our friend.

Even if Sans doesn’t agree with that sentiment right now.

...

I still believe that you could still be a good person if you tried. That you could still be a good person if you just... stopped. If you just stopped all the violence, and stopped all the lies, everything would be okay again!

We could go back to the way everthing used to be!

We could solve puzzles together, a-and we could make some spaghetti and—

...

Your face says it all, Frisk.

You aren’t interested in those types of things anymore, now are you?

...No, no you’re not.

You...

You don’t care about me at all.

You don’t care about the friendship we shared, nor do you care about all the memories we made together.

All you care about now is LOVE.”

{To be continued..?}

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This was a story prompt that has been stuck in my head for a couple of days, so I finally got around to typing it out ;p

The story was based on the idea of a pacifist run that was almost completed, but instead of going up against Asgore, Frisk decides to go back and betray all of their friends (which ends up turning the world into a genocide run); The section I decided to write about was the initial conversation in between Frisk and Papyrus when they met for the second time, which conveniently helped give backstory without me having to write out a mini-prologue. There was supposed to be more, which included a scene of Sans forcing Papyrus to fight, but I decided to leave it there for now. Maybe one day I will make this into an actual story! ;D

(Feel free to reblog, but please don’t repost/reuse without my permission!)

-FanPan-

P.s. Sorry about the shift in mood from all my other posts, but when I write I like to make in dramatic!

Finally finished the animatic. That took over a week to do, now I got a backlog of assignments to do 😭😭😭😭. Hope people like it, love yall!

A silly little animatic that teases the dynamic of my friends(Ben and Summer) and I's upcoming Undertale fan comic series: Undertale Rainbow. More information is available in this previous post: https://www.tumblr.com/undertalerainb... And official twitter: https://x.com/RainbowMenaces This video is also available on my personal channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5Dzdk6N8JAlRBh77S0bzMg All Credited Sources:    • Tea Taste DIFFERENT in Hot Water?! #y...     • Undertale - Exit sound effect     • UnderTale Demo  Intro Noise     • Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney OST - Vic...     • Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney OST - Sus...     • Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney OST - Pre...     • Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney OST - Pre...     • Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney OST - Log...   Game: Undertale by Toby Fox Characters: Morgan, Nick, Stella, Percy, and Rosemary belong to Me, Ben, and Summer Chara and Frisk belongs to Toby Fox (Undertale is Available on Steam) Clover belongs to the Undertale Yellow Development Team (https://gamejolt.com/games/UndertaleY...)

So.

I was scrolling through Tumblr, and I found this fanart of a fanfic called "For the Forgotten Ones".

It's a story of an Alternate Multiverse where Ink was found and saved by Nightmare from the empty void of his "AU". You can find it on AO3.

Now, usually I don't read every fanfic I come across, but this one... It's something special. It's REALLY good. You all should give it a try. Just an advice.

His Absence - One-Shot Fanfiction

Alright, here we go, I’m finally doing it ! A simple and lighthearted one-shot between Sans and Esha to go along with this PERFECT commission by @woolpen 🤎 (themes : loneliness, brotherhood, comfort, change, belonging) 💙 Here ! 💚 Thank you @unnamedcrane, for the proofreading and help ! ✨

I’m testing out my English writing, so sorry in advance if it’s not perfect (I write in French first, then translate, then tweak a bit). But hey, hope you’ll enjoy it ~

Depends on the reviews, I can write a sequel or more one-shots ! Full art ↓

Having fun with Esha's portait sprites ! I'm not experimented with shaded pixel art, what do you think...?

manifesting swap and fell

small meme about sttmh

i hear all y'alls screams for classic to take a break

trust

HIT EM WITH THE CHAIR CLASSIC!!! VENGEANCE. THINK OF IT AS A REWARD FOR WINNING! A VERY FITTING REWARD!

he won't know what hit em

go for nightmare next and killer

matter of fact, other me too

and this is way too funny. Love what you've drawn! Hope he went for Error's noggin!

That reblog of yours with the error being pat made me really want to reply with, "hit him with the chair, Classic!"

Then realized that would make no sense to the person who made the art :')

this is so good. The art is simple and nice and I LOVE IT!!! Papil is excellent and the puns are MWUAH. And the story along with it????

You should totally go check it out

STTMH Drabble

Classic stirred from his nap and stretched his limbs out to try to rid them of the agony of sleeping on the bare, non-existent floor. He rolled his skull as he sat up, the blankets underneath him shuffling with his weight. The bare expanse of nothing spread out around him, broken only by the vibrant blankets scattered about. Groggily, he glanced to the side and sighed, crestfallen. 

Patch had not budged since Classic wrapped him in the softest lavender blanket he could find. The blanket reached his jaw, slightly obscuring the smudge on his face. He looked comfortable enough. 

Classic shuddered as he glanced at Patch's sockets. They were always steady in their position, never flickering or reacting to anything. Devoid of all life, they were horribly empty.

Classic wished Patch would show some sign he was alive. A twitch of a finger or a turn of the head- anything. Instead, he stared at the ground, his face as expressionless as when Classic had first met him.

* <PROMISE> ATK <PROMISE> DEF

* HP 99999/NULL LV 0

* ________________________

Classic was getting desperate. It was his third time here, and each time, he felt himself going a little more crazy with no one to talk to. He learned after the first visit to bring something to entertain him, and due to the indeterminate amount of time Classic would spend with Patch for each visit, plus the lack of electricity or internet, Classic settled on books.

Most of which had been read before his nap and placed to the side.

Classic adjusted himself and leaned toward Patch, nudging the skeleton's shoulder, more out of a formality than anything. "ya know, it'd be great if you would talk back," he joked, watching carefully for any movement. After Patch made none, he scooted to lay some weight on Patch's back. Patch bounced a bit as he adjusted and straightened again.

"you like the blankets? i tried to get the brightest ones i could find, seeing how this place is all white." Classic cast a glance around them.

"i debated buying this banana yellow one, but it was so neon, you'd think it was made of neon. nah, i put that one back. think i did a pretty good job."

He glanced at the pile of books next to them and grabbed one of the smaller ones- one of his old joke books he brought up from the Underground. "wish you could tell me what kinda books you'd like. you don't seem all interested in reading, but i bet we could find something you would enjoy. i could read it to ya. i used to do it all the time with my bro. he still asks me to read to him sometimes. he has this old human picture book about bunnies- would that interest you? i could probably borrow it for a night."

Patch did not respond. He never did.

Classic flipped through his book, eyelights skimming over the pages lazily. He knew most of the jokes by heart, but there was something comforting about the crinkle of the pages- the result of Classic having spilled coffee on it an inexplicable amount of time ago.

"how about jokes, then?" Classic asked, flipping to a random page. "i happen to have some of the best jokes humanity's ever come up with in the palm of my hand here. wanna give it a shot?"

LOOK THAT THEM!!! YOU SHOULD TOTALLY GO READ THE FANFIC BECAUSE IT'S SO GOOD AND IT'S CLASSIC!!!!

so it's a certified Classic read

er er er er er

ink likes to go to error's anti-void when he's bored. sometimes error isn't there, and ink gets to snoop around (purely for the purposes of learning things about error, of course), and other times error is home

i realized i never really looked up what a telenovela was and imagined this XD

OMMG HE ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE CHAIR?? I THOUGHT THAT WAS FOR FUN AHAHAHAHhahahaaaaAA

Thank you reader/commenter for the suggestion to hit him with a steel chair. He may have not gotten hit by the chair but think about it this way — it’s there! Ready for Classic to use any time.

Makes it funnier cause I haven’t read ch. 19 yet. Just remember Papil mentioning it and then I thought about it. The only way to get a steel chair there

he forgor

A reader left a comment on Ch. 19 about wanting Classic to go hit Nightmare with a steel chair. @skellavelva read it and had this interaction with Ink and I-

there is now a steel chair randomly in Ch. 20

It happened y’all I actually updated finally qwq

I hope yall can find the time to read and more hopefully enjoy (✿◠‿◠)

Old study for my mafiafell/mafia au fanfic thing

(Which will hopefully update soon)

Hi there, I’m currently reading ur latest Undertale fanfic, and lemme just say, I am hooked! What inspired you to write something thing like this? :)

Oh man, Im flattered ahhhhhhcxdyfbu (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Well, um, I guess old Hollywood glamour and narratives lol, it’s a reason why I like the 30s-50s, I wanted to portray Frisk in this glamorous light but keep her/them being Frisk y know, which I haven’t seen much in mobtales and made me want to write my own :b also plenty of music too, Nick Cave, Amy winehouse and Beyonce lol

(Is this a good answer? I hope so)

I hope you continue to like it this much, it will probably be a long story but I’m trying my best for it to be worth it.

Thank you so much seriously (´ ▽｀)

Testing styles (with vintage references)

I- I- I- I made this- it was supposed to be a joke but

tis him

the grumpy bastard man

But No One Came.

A/N: Guess who got into Undertale? And of course the first thing I write about it is an angsty Sans piece. So! This takes place in the early part of a genocide run. Enjoy!

"undyne...we've got a problem." Sans frowned a bit as he spoke into the phone. He stared up into the trees as he told her about the human...or what looked like one. Because, clearly that thing wasn't human. It wasn't a monster, either, though, which was the unsettling part. It was...nothing. Empty. It sent a shiver down his spine when he'd first seen it. But the woman behind the door had called it human, so he'd supposed... But then they were so cold, and silent. The look in their eyes... "yeah...yeah, we'll try. don't worry about paps," he half smiled, the looming purple door appearing at the end of the path, "I'll make sure he's not in the way of the fight. he's busy setting up a puzzle before waterfall, and they'll never get that far." He nodded. "yeah, you watch yourself too, 'dyne. i'll see ya when i see ya." He hung up and glanced up at the door. He could really use some cheering up...a joke or two never hurt anyone, and he could warn the old girl to take care of herself. He knocked a couple of times on the door. Nothing. Sans frowned again. That...never happened. She was always here. Maybe she'd gone to do something? He knocked again, harder this time. Again, there was no response. "lady? you there?" Nothing. Something felt heavy behind his ribs. Something was wrong. It was then that he spotted a track in the snow. It looked as if the snow had been pushed aside by the door opening...but...it was always locked. He'd tried again and again, but... He tried it now...the handle turned. The door was heavy, but he could move it. This didn't feel right.

"hello?" It was dark in here...silent. He walked for a long time, down a hall that looked darker and darker with every step, until he came to a doorway to a small room, with nothing in it but a patch of dying grass. The door on the other side was still open. He took a few cautious steps closer. It smelled a bit like...butterscotch? Or maybe cinnamon. The feeling he’d had when the door opened was getting worse with every step he took. "lady?" But then he saw something that made his bones go cold. A pile of dust lay in the middle of the room, with a footprint in the center of it. That thing... Was in Snowdin. Was heading for his brother.

He was running before he knew what he was doing. He passed through a doorway and suddenly he wasn't in the dark place anymore, but in Snowdin. "PAPYRUS!" There was no one around. No one, not a single monster. Even Monster Kid, the stupid child that he was, had finally wandered away. It was too quiet in his town, except for the unusually loud and frantic echo of his own voice. He didn’t know if he’d ever yelled like this, ever had every fiber of his being on as high alert as it was now. "DAMMIT, PAPS, WHERE ARE YOU?! ANSWER ME! PAPYRUS!" He wrenched open their front door and raced up the stairs, shoving Papyrus' door aside with a BANG. But he wasn't there. No, no, no, no, no... He turned and ran out the door, but instead of appearing on the landing, he was running down the path out of town. Papyrus had been working on something near Waterfall. Maybe he'd taken refuge. Maybe he'd found Undyne. Maybe...maybe... He skidded to a stop.

A red scarf had been kicked to the side of the road. There was scattered piles and smears of dust, not even enough for a proper burial. For a long moment he couldn't move. He couldn't make a sound. It couldn't be real, there was no way, he couldn't be...he wasn't...he wasn't... He was screaming, and there was beam after beam of power and light bombarding the ground, the trees, the sky, the rocky walls of the Waterfall entrance. The ground was shaking and he was screaming and everything was on fire. He came to his sense after a while, and the screaming cut out suddenly, turning into heavy breathing. And the heavy breathing became sobbing as he crumpled to the ground, clutching the scarf. He stopped himself eventually. Stood slowly. Shakily stuffed the scarf into one of his pockets, resting his hand on top of it. He stared around him at the carnage he'd wrought. Stupid, goody-two-shoes, stickler-for-the-rules, spaghetti-loving, pun-hating...wonderful Papyrus. The poor guy had tried to make friends with even this thing. He probably hadn’t even put up a fight at all. He’d probably spent his last breath believing that he could change them, make them good again... No. No more of that. There was only one thing in the world that was worth his energy now. No more breaks. It was time to end this.