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[Relicarn]

Gaster beamed at Frisk, but his expression rapidly shifted to one of disgust and terror as Chara appeared alongside the child. He felt the lower half of his body loose it's shape, and he sunk about half a head as his body began to melt into a thick, tar-like substance.
"That's rich, coming from you." He hissed in Wingdings to Chara, voice crackling -he prayed he sounded less scared than he felt- before addressing Frisk in a much calmer tone, although he keeps his eyesockets narrowed and trained on Chara.
"You have? I'll bet it was those wretched ghosts again wasn't it? Always up to no good." He tried to force himself to speak English, but it came out sounding like it was glued together with Wingdings and it made Gaster's throat ache.
"You caused this?" He continued, gesturing around before gesturing towards himself.

[[I imagine Gaster can see Chara? If you'd rather he couldn't just say and I'll edit ^^]]

[puppypillar]

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❤ยภ๔єгรฬคק קคקץгยร❤
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Papyrus gritted his teeth. He wasn't a kid. In..the time he met this Sans, it had been a genocide route, and both their brothers were stuck in the swapped timeline with possessed chara. Sans had..sacrificed himself for both their brothers. He had to work on a machine to go back in time and save that Sans from dying. It was horrible to watch this dimension's papyrus cry over his brother. He knew personalities like that. They were sensitive. Too bad that Papyrus had to forget. He'd acted much stronger. "oh no, ive been here before. that universe..had some minor differences. big differences. deaths. nevermind that, so the resets are causing this?" He totally ignored the thing about him going through the same thing. When people said that..it just made you feel worse. He turned his head quickly and wiped the orangish tears off his face, not wanted to look stupid. Though he really felt stupid for not getting to Sans in time to save him. "that's...bad. really bad. considering a certain someone could come back and rip me to shreds. more than one person. but whatever. so..uh, everything's swapped? does that mean.." He thought of Alphys in a labcoat and Undyne in armor and almost burst out laughing despite the scene he had witnessed an hour ago.
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{ i can't wait for us!papyrus to see the pacifist us!sans ^^ }

[⸸Corroded ⸸ Coffin⸸]

Sans The Skeleton | ☠ | Male | ☠ | ?? |☠ | With Underswap! Papyrus

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"Yup. Everything is swapped. Frisk's a little angel.. for the most part," He's a little sour about all this if you can't tell. "Flowey's evil as can be and you're a huge cool dork." Trying to lighten the mood, although, it seems he doesn't really need to with the amusement he can see on the other's face. Wonder what he's thinking about? Sans glances down at his feet for a moment before back up, eyes travelling towards the way he had come through before a soft ding sounds again and his eye lights up momentarily. The smaller of the two is clearly impatient and wants to go somewhere. He shuffles in his spot for a moment. "Y'know," Sans begins, hesitantly beginning to shuffle towards the way he came whilst still looking at the other Papyrus. "I think there's a pretty big possibility that your brother got through here too." A wink and he's gone with a blink of an eye.

So, where's the man who speaks in hands?

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Flowey The Flower |✿| Male|✿| Room just before the actual ruins.|✿| With Underfell! Flowey and Frisk


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✽ - Flowey's rather afraid of Sans, not like they'll ever admit it but if they do end up running into the comedian, they're certainly getting out of there. The kinder can deal with it themselves, it's not like they're the same as the original Flowey so they'll be just fine. "Right.." Is the only response the double get's. "He's probably looking for Frisk right now so it wouldn't surprise me if he wasn't that far off.." That's a scary thought.

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Č̔͑̃̑͐ͯ̓͝͝҉̨͔͚̦͕̘̜͢h̛̛̬̞͍̭̳̅͌̅͛̇̎̉̔̾̀̚a̴̞͇̤̱̮̣̰̤̘͉̙̓͗ͬ͋ͩ͐̓ͧͣ͑̌ͪ̐̎̊̀͠ͅr̩̩̣̯̝̭̙͕̄ͨͪ͆̾̿̉̃̚̕͠͞͡ã͋ͭͣ͌ͬͦ̔̚͏̤̜̜̖̙͇̟̮͚̜͚̼̯͍̥͜ͅͅ ̇͋ͩ̎ͬ̋͛ͩ҉̡̗̩̜̬̗̗̞̱̼̗͍̲̪̜͉̭̳̱̦͜Ḑ̡̺̯̪̮͇̫͍͔̫͙̩̫̪̳͔̱͎͖͉͊̔ͬ̋́ͤ͟͝͠r̶̠͎̭̼̝͚̹̗̼̱̟̗͎̬ͮ͆̌̏̀͢͡ͅë̛̥̮̠̟͎͙͎͈̹̙́̆́̐̈̽͑ͤ̐͡ȩ̨͙̬̼̫͚̪̭̩̭͐ͥͫ̾̂͊́̚m̛̮͍͓̱̳͈̠͙̥̜͕͉̤̹̘̱̹ͧ̄́̏̓̊ͭ͛ͮ̆̈́́̂ͥ͂͐̚ͅú̢͇͓̞̜̟̺̻̜̫̞̠̙̻͙͊͑̒͂̀ͪ̓̏͛̉͘͢͝ͅr̡̧̄̌ͧ̈́̔̾̽̎̆̀̓͂ͫͫͧ̑̊͌͏͈͈̠͓̝̤̘̲̖̝̜̺̪͔̠̜̯̟͜ | ❀ | Female | ❀ | They / Them pronouns | ❀ | Toriel's house | With Frisk.

✖ ❤ - Despite the actually intimidating look of the monster before them, Chara allows a twisted grin to spread across their face, the white of their sclera shifting into an ebony glare, red glaring through the darkness as they let out a giggle and float upwards, oddly transparent due to being outside of the body. They couldn't forcefully take over, they needed consent by Frisk participating in the genocide route any timeline could take. "Oh ho! This is very interesting, you can see me? Good, good. I was worried only Lil' Frisk here could see me! This makes things much more entertaining!"

They're busy floating on their back in a lying position, one hand resting across their chest and the other dangling limply in the air as they watched the skeleton with one opened eye. "Oh don't give me that fake tone, you're clearly scared. Can't even hold yourself together. Pathetic."

[Relicarn]

W.D. Gaster || Male || Toriel's Home || Tagged: Frisk, Chara

Gaster sunk another head further as Chara's grin stretched across their face. His bones ached with pent up magic that begged to be released in the direction of the being in front of him, but struggled to hold control of it, knowing that to use it would only end up hurting Frisk.
"Always about entertainment with you isn't it?" He growled out as he tried to redirect his magic to re-forming himself, determined to appear in control, to appear calm.

Of course, Chara's next sentence made his resolve drop violently. They could tell. Was it really that obvious? Could anyone see that he, the Royal Scientist, was terrified of a royal brat?
He was tar-like up to around his rib cage, and he subconsciously leant backwards, his own soul practically screaming for him to run as his magic thudded in his ears in a parody of a heartbeat.
"I did not spend however long in the void just to be taunted by a child upon my return." He stammered, voice quivering.

[⸸Corroded ⸸ Coffin⸸]

Č̔͑̃̑͐ͯ̓͝͝҉̨͔͚̦͕̘̜͢h̛̛̬̞͍̭̳̅͌̅͛̇̎̉̔̾̀̚a̴̞͇̤̱̮̣̰̤̘͉̙̓͗ͬ͋ͩ͐̓ͧͣ͑̌ͪ̐̎̊̀͠ͅr̩̩̣̯̝̭̙͕̄ͨͪ͆̾̿̉̃̚̕͠͞͡ã͋ͭͣ͌ͬͦ̔̚͏̤̜̜̖̙͇̟̮͚̜͚̼̯͍̥͜ͅͅ ̇͋ͩ̎ͬ̋͛ͩ҉̡̗̩̜̬̗̗̞̱̼̗͍̲̪̜͉̭̳̱̦͜Ḑ̡̺̯̪̮͇̫͍͔̫͙̩̫̪̳͔̱͎͖͉͊̔ͬ̋́ͤ͟͝͠r̶̠͎̭̼̝͚̹̗̼̱̟̗͎̬ͮ͆̌̏̀͢͡ͅë̛̥̮̠̟͎͙͎͈̹̙́̆́̐̈̽͑ͤ̐͡ȩ̨͙̬̼̫͚̪̭̩̭͐ͥͫ̾̂͊́̚m̛̮͍͓̱̳͈̠͙̥̜͕͉̤̹̘̱̹ͧ̄́̏̓̊ͭ͛ͮ̆̈́́̂ͥ͂͐̚ͅú̢͇͓̞̜̟̺̻̜̫̞̠̙̻͙͊͑̒͂̀ͪ̓̏͛̉͘͢͝ͅr̡̧̄̌ͧ̈́̔̾̽̎̆̀̓͂ͫͫͧ̑̊͌͏͈͈̠͓̝̤̘̲̖̝̜̺̪͔̠̜̯̟͜ | ❀ | Female | ❀ | They / Them pronouns | ❀ | Toriel's house | With Frisk.

✖ ❤ - A small giggle bubbles up, far too innocent sounding for the situation as they do a small backwards flip in the air, now floating the right way up, knees pulling up to their chest as they leant out in a taunting manor, their hair floating this way and that around their face as the red of their pupils dilate in the sea of black madness that began a steady drip down their constantly rosey cheeks. "Would you strike me, Doctor? A small child?" Another giggle that now bubbles up into a borderline hysteric cackle. "Do it! I dare you! Take them out! Make them start all over again with the reminder of what you've done! You're too weak to hold back, look at how unstable you are with your own magic!~"

The laughter rises in pitch and volume as Chara throws their head back, clearly finding the situation hilarious. "A mighty royal scientist, unmatched brilliance, loosing control over himself because of a little child. Oh how Sans would be so disappointed in you.. And Papyrus- Oh what am I saying.." They're back to leaning in, sneering now as their eyes lock with the skeleton's, images of Chara's success in previous timelines over the two brothers flashing through their eyes, each single strike that took them down. "I bet he doesn't even remember you."

[Relicarn]

W.D. Gaster || Male || Toriel's Home || Tagged: Frisk, Chara

"Shut up!" Gaster all but screams, static filling the air as he does so. His magic flares and he struggles against it, doubling over in an effort to control it, control himself. His shoulders begin dripping with tar and he hauches, but his eyesockets remained trained on Chara, unwilling and unable to look away from the horror before him.

The small pin-pricks of light in Gaster's sockets disappear at the first mention of his sons, and for a while he sits there, breathing shakily and laboriously, inky tears leaving black streaks down his broken skull.
Suddenly he snaps, all attempts to hold himself together forgotten as he lets his body slip into darkness, into thick, dribbling shadow. His eye lights burst back into life, one orange, the other blue, and a snarl spread across his skull.
"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF MY SONS!" He roared, furious. Some part of him tried to pull him back, tried to remind him of the consequences he faced when he last lost his temper, but it was beaten back by the ferocity of his emotions.
Vaguely, as if he was disconnected from his own body, he felt the slight tug that indicated the summoning of one of his arsenal of blasters, much larger and fiercer looking than his sons'.
Blaster stable at 100%, all readings normal, fire on my mark. Scraps of memories flooded Gaster's mind.
Fire.

He wrenched back control of his own panicked body to sweep his raised left arm to one side, altering the trajectory of the Blaster. He heard the loud, shattering blast of energy as his attack made contact with something, and, blinded as he was by the bright white light that filled the room, he could only pray he'd hit a wall instead of Frisk.

[[Just wanted to say that you my friend are an amazing RPer! I mean, all of you guys are, but wow, kudos to you Skelepun!]]

[two2sided]

s u n n y ~ amalgamate
tags ;; none
location ;; alphys' lab
mood ;; hysterical
ooc ;; writer's block xD

Sunny eventually picked themself up off of the ground, hissing. She looked at Alphys' refrigerator, and slammed it down, opening the door. She ate an entire box of ramen noodles, the box included. Sunny saw an escalator, and jumped onto it, waiting for it to go up. It didn't move, her slime clogging up the entire thing. She found her way up the escalator, then went to the other one, going back down. She saw the door to leave Alphys' lab, and she attempted to slam into it, not realising it would have opened automatically. She ended up in the same position as when she left the elevator-- squished inbetween the door.

[⸸Corroded ⸸ Coffin⸸]

W.D. Gaster || Male || Toriel's Home || Tagged: Frisk, Chara

"Shut up!" Gaster all but screams, static filling the air as he does so. His magic flares and he struggles against it, doubling over in an effort to control it, control himself. His shoulders begin dripping with tar and he hauches, but his eyesockets remained trained on Chara, unwilling and unable to look away from the horror before him.

The small pin-pricks of light in Gaster's sockets disappear at the first mention of his sons, and for a while he sits there, breathing shakily and laboriously, inky tears leaving black streaks down his broken skull.
Suddenly he snaps, all attempts to hold himself together forgotten as he lets his body slip into darkness, into thick, dribbling shadow. His eye lights burst back into life, one orange, the other blue, and a snarl spread across his skull.
"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF MY SONS!" He roared, furious. Some part of him tried to pull him back, tried to remind him of the consequences he faced when he last lost his temper, but it was beaten back by the ferocity of his emotions.
Vaguely, as if he was disconnected from his own body, he felt the slight tug that indicated the summoning of one of his arsenal of blasters, much larger and fiercer looking than his sons'.
Blaster stable at 100%, all readings normal, fire on my mark. Scraps of memories flooded Gaster's mind.
Fire.

He wrenched back control of his own panicked body to sweep his raised left arm to one side, altering the trajectory of the Blaster. He heard the loud, shattering blast of energy as his attack made contact with something, and, blinded as he was by the bright white light that filled the room, he could only pray he'd hit a wall instead of Frisk.

[[Just wanted to say that you my friend are an amazing RPer! I mean, all of you guys are, but wow, kudos to you Skelepun!]]

{Oh my G oSH? ThANK YOU! AAaaa, you have no idea how much that means to me, thank you very much!!! I think you're better than me but,, thank you anyway! >< }

Č̔͑̃̑͐ͯ̓͝͝҉̨͔͚̦͕̘̜͢h̛̛̬̞͍̭̳̅͌̅͛̇̎̉̔̾̀̚a̴̞͇̤̱̮̣̰̤̘͉̙̓͗ͬ͋ͩ͐̓ͧͣ͑̌ͪ̐̎̊̀͠ͅr̩̩̣̯̝̭̙͕̄ͨͪ͆̾̿̉̃̚̕͠͞͡ã͋ͭͣ͌ͬͦ̔̚͏̤̜̜̖̙͇̟̮͚̜͚̼̯͍̥͜ͅͅ ̇͋ͩ̎ͬ̋͛ͩ҉̡̗̩̜̬̗̗̞̱̼̗͍̲̪̜͉̭̳̱̦͜Ḑ̡̺̯̪̮͇̫͍͔̫͙̩̫̪̳͔̱͎͖͉͊̔ͬ̋́ͤ͟͝͠r̶̠͎̭̼̝͚̹̗̼̱̟̗͎̬ͮ͆̌̏̀͢͡ͅë̛̥̮̠̟͎͙͎͈̹̙́̆́̐̈̽͑ͤ̐͡ȩ̨͙̬̼̫͚̪̭̩̭͐ͥͫ̾̂͊́̚m̛̮͍͓̱̳͈̠͙̥̜͕͉̤̹̘̱̹ͧ̄́̏̓̊ͭ͛ͮ̆̈́́̂ͥ͂͐̚ͅú̢͇͓̞̜̟̺̻̜̫̞̠̙̻͙͊͑̒͂̀ͪ̓̏͛̉͘͢͝ͅr̡̧̄̌ͧ̈́̔̾̽̎̆̀̓͂ͫͫͧ̑̊͌͏͈͈̠͓̝̤̘̲̖̝̜̺̪͔̠̜̯̟͜ | ❀ | Female | ❀ | They / Them pronouns | ❀ | Toriel's house | With Frisk.

✖ ❤ - As soon as that light dies out in his empty eyes, Chara knows they've won. The grin turns dark once more and their eyes loose the red of their pupils, an inky black void as a black tar like substance dribbles from the corner of their lips, voice laced with a demonic echo. The ghost drapes themselves over Frisk, their arms wrapped around the child's middle and their chin propped on their shoulder as they stare down the scientist with an unblinking gaze, still. Laughing. "Yes that's it. Kill an innocent child because you can't control your own being."

Even as the Gaster Blaster appeared and loomed over the demon threateningly did they not pull back, the maddening laughter only grew louder and they grabbed the other's arms, tugging Frisk's arms out as if they were leaving themselves out in the open, waiting for the skeleton to strike them down. "DO IT!" They shriek, voice echoing off of every wall, whispering and screaming all at once, clawing at the scientist's skull with a force that only a monster could possess. Chara vaguely took notice of a flash of blue behind the scientist and a quick glimpse of a voice before the Blaster rocked with energy, shooting out and past the two, colliding with a nearby wall and nearly taking the entire building down with the force.

The cackling dies down slowly as Chara's form fades into nothing, one last word whispered into the tense space between them. "Weak."

{You get a cookie if you figure out who saw that and is vastly approaching }

[yin,]

☪ || Undyne || Tags: Mettaton || Mood: Ehh?? || ☪

Undyne thought about it for a moment. She did remember some weird things happening. Like the stool. Also, while walking, she got moved back every now and then?

"Uh-huh, a lot actually. I don't think it is normal."

[two2sided]

s u n n y ~ amalgamate
tags ;; none
location ;; hotland
mood ;; excited
ooc ;; i believe amalgamates can
possess objects? snowdrake's
mother can be a fridge.

Sunny squeezed out of the doorway, leaving it half-broken, half-clogged. She crawled away and hissed at some passerby monsters, but they simply stopped to stare. She went for the exit to Hotland, to hunt down some random monsters to attack. When she came to the hallway with the welcome sign, she stuck to the sign and slithered across it, leaving a long black line. She finally left Hotland, and slumped in a pile when she came to the end of the hallway.