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i am a simple human: i see pepper, i fucking combust out of pure adoration.

And after 7, throw in one of their Papyrus. Their bro. Give him a bit of relief. Some hope. Have them cherish their bro that much more.

And then…..when the 8th reset happens…..

“SANS!!! THOSE FEMALES THAT RUN THE INN DONT KNOW A GOOD GUY WHEN THEY SEE ONE!!!”

I really like the relationship of blueberry and horror sans ❤@theskeletongames

Oh man, here you go tempting me to write about these boys - aaand I have no willpower to resist. ┐(´∀｀)┌  

A full No Mercy route wouldn’t happen for the SF timeline (as I imagine it). This is in direct relation to what I talked about in my last post of course - but you’re exactly right. Russ would in no way wait until the judgement hall to face the player of a No Mercy Route - even if there was a ‘compulsion’ to Judge only there, he still wouldn’t wait.

Russ has been through hell with his brother, to say the least. It’s not far off to say that they are one another’s main reasons for living; while yes, Black has aspirations, and Russ has his own interests/desires to unravel certain mysteries (however tempered by depression), when push comes to shove, in their harsh, deadly world, knowing they have one person they can trust no matter what who has their back no matter what… well, they may not get along 100% of the time while stuck Underground, they are ride or die siblings.

Russ would destroy any human who so clearly posed such a threat.

Magic in any UT ‘verse as I interpret it isn’t omnipotent; while capable of fantastic things that humans could never hope to do, magical skills aren’t unlike muscles. They have so much potential - with some monsters (see: Boss Monsters) in particular born with enormous aptitude for mindblowing feats… but it still takes practice and some measure of upkeep of skill to do more intense feats, or to keep up ‘magical stamina’. For example, think of Sans in UT’s No Mercy route - he uses an enormous amount of magic in one go to an intense degree, as befitting of a boss monster… but unlike Papyrus, he isn’t all about training. He hasn’t kept up that kind of magical effort - hell, hasn’t had reason to. It’s like adrenaline; he could be pushed to mind-blowing levels of skill and dangerous ability, but he ran out of steam in the end.

Russ, though a Sans-type personality, does keep up with training. He has to, in his world; Black does so to an even more intense degree. But Russ, knowing the danger, watching the world more than most… he knows if he waits until his ‘duty’ in the Hall, it’ll be too late.

The human in such a route would have one chance, and one chance only. He wouldn’t open his arms, but quietly he’d face them, in the same place Papyrus waits for Frisk in Undertale…

“y’know, my job in this side of the underground is to capture humans.”

It’s deathly quiet in the ice fog. You can’t make much out beyond his silhouette, but for the faint ruddy light at the end of a cigarette.

“but i’ve never been much interested in that, ‘cept for my brother’s sake.”

He’s quiet for a moment. The stare you can barely make out is weighted with your very sins.

Your hand grips the knife a little harder. The dust on your shoes is almost indistinguishable from the dirty snow of the too-silent town.

If only it didn’t cling so damningly to your soles.

“… i think you know i’m not letting you get far enough for you to get to know my other job. risk’s a dangerous thrill down here… ‘n y’know, i’m not feelin too frisky today. and with all that Love… you’re a threat to one of the only things i’d get off my coccyx for. so rather than do this job, i’m inclined to turn you into just another shattered soul in this fucking hell of a world you’ve fallen into.”

A light sputters for a moment, a little higher than the end of his cigarette - and then it flares to life, a strobe that casts his scarred skull in harsh relief. The unwavering focus of the magical eyelight makes your skin itch with the grit of the dust you’ve created and carried uncaringly forward.

His head looks almost suspended, as if severed from the otherwise still indistinct silhouette of his body.

“if you still believe in yourself… throw that knife in the river. because otherwise… well, kids like you?”

He huffed a harsh laugh from lungs he didn’t possess. Slowly, his arms spread. In the flash of a single moment, a thousand stained bones formed from nothing, sharp, jagged - all pointing towards you.

wow let’s hope tumblr doesn’t eat this post lol