NecroLiberty

Amelia stared at the dry bathtub. He just asked for her to clean herself. But that's the problem, you need water. Water that feels like hair tightening around your joints, or yellow eyes staring at you. She doesn't know magic like monsters do. She can't just make a spell and be clean again. Not to mention the white void slowly creeping in. Amelia looked at her wrist wondering if she should call Thimble. Amelia shook her head. It wasn't wise. But she couldn't also let Dream see all of this. Well there is a way! Amelia looked back towards her creator. Just burn, set yourself ablaze and burn everything off. The grime on you is solely yours. Amelia looked at her wrists again as memories of pure pain came back. “I would need to burn for a while.” The creator shrugged, there's a door close enough. You can wait outside. Amelia sighed and slowly went to the door in question. She opened it a bit too fast, making the wind almost push her backward. But she powered through and closed the door behind her. Just as expected the cold made short work of her body, freezing it to death and flaying her. Fire burned her body trying to heal it again and again. Amelia hated the fact she couldn't even feel pain any more. Just a white void sometimes blocked by flames.

The white void slowly filtered out as she felt something heavy on her chest. Amelia looked down to see Dream sleeping directly over her heart. She wasn't in the cell or wearing her normal clothes. She could feel her scarf around her wrist though so that was good. The rest of her clothes were neatly set on a pile. So Amelia just rubbed Dream's skull for a bit until he woke up.

Dream immediately grabbed her cheeks. “You are safe! I was so worried. You were in the cold for so long you were basically burried. We only found you because of your flames. Why didn't they melt anything? Anyway not the point, you didn't answer like at all, you weren't even breathing much. I could only hear your soul beating. Nothing else. What was that?”

Amelia looked away a bit ashamed. “I'm sorry, I just like the snow a lot. It's not like water, it won't drown you. You can walk on it, you can make stuff with it. Water just hurts.”

Dream frowned a bit but nodded. “Okay but you shouldn't do that anymore. Even if the blizzard wasn't so deadly. Nightmare is still very mad at you.”

Amelia sat up and Dream joined her. “I just don't know what to do. I didn't think we would ever meet again. I thought I was lucky when I got those baby leaves. But if I can still see you. It just feels like stealing selfishly.” Amelia played with the box of babyleaves Dream gave her.

Dream hugged her from behind so she could have some support. Though his memories didn't give much ideas.

Dream eventually left but not with Amelia. “I need to go now. I will bring back your meal!” So Dream left her alone. She looked down to see that her hair was still untied and that she was wearing Dream's old clothes. An orange chapelet with cyan markings, pumpkin forearm sleeves with cyan bands, same colored tunic and burnt lavender shorts. It wasn't her size really since she would always be a bit smaller.

So a blue and pink belt was given to her. The clothes didn't feel like anything but they must have been comfortable. Was she being rebooted again? Amelia hugged her clothes to her chest with the box. She didn't want to be rebooted, not again, not every wasn't it over? Wasn't she good enough? Why change how she looks?

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Amelia: Me

Telltale Variant: @marble-birdie

Amelia actually fell asleep in Dream's arms after crying for so long. The fact that someone, anyone understood her. The fact Dream would be able to see past her worst traits and still empathize. It just let her be vulnerable for a moment. Even sleeping didn't feel so atrocious.

Well until she opened her eyes, she was sleeping on Nightmare's lap. A never ending cascade of rage and animosity rolled down in waves like shivers. He was slowly brushing her hair now completely untied. Her scarf and hoodie held on hangers with the heart locket she had as a necklace. “Finally awake I see.” He showed the hair stuck on the branches of the brush. “I took a certain test. Must Science Sans do not care much who knocks on their doors or care why. Which is great news for me. So I sent Dust to take that test. Since Dream charitable soul gave his baby leaves, you stole, to you. I was wondering what you could give in return. It is only fair since you so carelessly went against a very important process. These leaves would have decayed you know? Turn back to the earth and make the ground that much richer. But you decided that deceitful greed of yours was more important.” Nightmare forced the brush harder on Amelia's scalp making her head bend awkwardly from behind. Amelia was forced to stare towards Nightmare. The rage and animosity, the despair and torturous anguish of it all. He didn't see Amelia as a child in need of protection and comfort like Dream did. Or like he once did with her. All the memories of humans hurting his brother, his gang and himself ran through him like an answer to every why she could cry out. Her creator was floating slightly above, their body phasing through blankets and stones. Their smile growing for so long it circled their mask. Amelia head immediately snapped back forward when he repositioned the brush on her scalp.

“So I decided on something of equal value. You still have your teeth and since your hair showed just how your healing works. I think it would be easier than taking your hands.” Nightmare grew until Amelia was off the ground with her feet dangling and her hands trying desperately to hold onto the arm holding up her jaw. The fingers made of tar elongated until her mouth was forced open. Something heavy even forced her tongue to stay perfectly still.

Amelia wished she would be ignorant enough to think that screaming and thrashing would help her case. Or even dumb enough to think she had a right too. But she did all the things he accused her of. With all of his memories it was only fair he finally had the right to demand justice, tit for tat really. All she could really say with her fingers tracing on his tar gelatinous body was simple. What if Dream woke up?

Nightmare looked about ready to stab her but only sighed. “The people I protect are taking care of this. He won't see you suffer.”

Amelia felt tears prick up her eyes at the fact he thought she was so selfish. She didn't want Dream to care about her. She just didn't want him to lose confidence in his brother.

The first teeth being pulled was pure agony, it was slow and torturous. She could feel each nerve being detached and reattached to something else. Blood seeped making it hard to breath and not choke on herself. Each tooth got worse and worse. Teeth dust landed in her eyes as the tendrils sometimes drilled the tooth away. Amelia thrashed not for mercy but because of the pain making her mute. It took hours for the left of the bottom row. Even more as the rest got extracted.

When it was done Amelia fell down on the ground and puked blood, spit and bones dust down a bucket. Then the fire raged through her mouth. Each painful area of her mouth demanding to be brought back first. Amelia hit her head as the fire kept raging. But then Amelia had all her teeth back and only had to puke the soot, the ash, the smoke, charcoal and cinder. Tears of pain were still fighting as Nightmare held the box of teeth he asked to be made. “This will suffice for my brother. But to repay me it will be way more than being sad about your own tragedy.” Nightmare left for the bucket and dumped it on her head. “Now go take a bath so that Dream doesn't notice.”

Amelia stood up and just walked to the nearest bathroom, her eyes only being able to stare forward.

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Amelia: Me

Telltale Varient: @marble-birdie

Amelia stared at her hands. She couldn't even move them at all and the corruption kept growing. It was painful, it was slow, she felt her hands slowly detached. He wanted to cut off the hands of a thief.

Amelia slowly got up using the hardened part of her new hands as leverage. “Why?” She stared at the ever moving figure on the wall giggling to themselves. “Why?! Do this? Didn't you have your tragedy? Didn't you have your one look at the hell you put me through? Why do I have to meet them again and not be left with a good memory. Nightmare and Dream were good siblings, that's what you wanted!!!”

I mean they still are, I just enjoy watching you squirm. Amelia growled harder until she heard a door open making her stand in a corner ready to pounce. But only the slide door at the bottom had opened and a meal slid through. The footsteps left as Amelia approached the meal. It was leftovers, trash. So she ate it. No reason to be indignant.

Amelia waited a while in the corner of the cell. The pain was still only skin deep, like if it tried to split in between cells to not trigger a fire. She felt very much alone and forgotten. She didn't check though, she didn't want to invite the white void again.

Amelia barely acknowledged Nightmare when he spawned in front of her. Not like he cared either way. “I checked the boxes. They were made to hold those baby leaves. Why?”

Amelia didn't try to react more or less. Just focused on not shattering. “You don't remember and you never will so what's the point? Just destroy them and be done with it.”

Nightmare bent forward as his body twisted into something befitting of his name. “But you would hate it, wouldn't you? So be a good kid and tell me why.”

Amelia grit her teeth and tried to hug her knees, hiding her face from the outside word. “I stole them from the golden field. I thought they would sell well but it didn't.” A lie but he won't know that.

He grabbed her forehead and kept using it to hit the wall. The fire burning ever stronger as the wall flattened her head, she didn't even have time to cry out or scream. She just laid helplessly. “Be glad my brother is kind or only your soul would be left to traverse the blizzard outside.”

Amelia coughed blood, a few teeth, cinder, ash and soot before realizing he already left.

By the time Amelia was healed several meals passed. Though she didn't know if it was 3 days or just one. But she ate them all. At the last one she dropped, her body paralyzing completely. It wasn't to make her sleep though, it actually made her lose sleep completely. Was it a form of mental torture? A way to make her feel sleep deprived but forcing her body to rest?

Dream opened the door with what looked like a wagon. Nightmare said she was dangerous but she can't be if she can't move. Sneaky. Dream grabbed her by the arm and tried really hard to make her go in the wagon. After a lot of failed attempts and Amelia's groans as she hit her head multiple times. He managed to get her in and up the stairs. It did hurt but he had found a way to at least not let fall. Mainly he tied her wrists to the handle. When they finished going to the main floor he walked towards a room and grabbed a pillow and a blanket. Amelia was pulled next towards a living room where a pillow fort was made. They went inside mainly Dream pulled her under and made her stay on a makeshift bed. Why?

Dream pulled a book about raising humans. “It's said that you need to have a soft and warm environment to be a good kid. So will you be a good kid?”

Amelia's eyes went wide for a moment, this kid thought she was being bad because she wasn't comfortable? Amelia couldn't move her head but tried to smile, she couldn't move it either. So she just kind of looked.

“I guess Killer was right when he said it was strong. Okay one blink for yes and two for no.” Dream crawled closer. So Amelia blinked once. Dream seemed happy. “Okay so we are going to wait for this to end and I will go find a kid's book.” He left, leaving Amelia a weird feeling in her gut. And they say humans are weird when young.

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Amelia: Me

Telltale Varient: @marble-birdie

Amelia ate the trash for a while, it tasted like nothing really. She would have to find a way out even through the endless blizzard. There wasn't much outside of it, the au was pretty much this castle and an endless blizzard. Maybe there was a town near, but searching for the memories would just lose her again. Not like she could change au without outside help.

Killer is more jumpy than usual, something isn't right. Amelia immediately crawled under the biggest mount of trash bags as Dust came in. Grilby was following, that changed, her creator learned something new. He carelessly dumped a trash bag in the pile and walked over to a lever. F**k, he pulled and the trap door under her opened. She was barely able to grip the crevice formed from the opened shaft.

Which of course crushed her fingers when it closed again. Making her groan in pure pain as she felt bones, muscle, flesh, meat turned to paste and sent ablaze. Dust just kind of stared as Amelia was desperately trying to free herself. But her fingers kept healing in the f**king crack. She didn't really pay attention to what he was doing since the pain was so much worse. Well until a tentacle shot through the basement door and wrapped itself around her throat. Without any care it forced her to stand, tearing the fingers off. They burned until none was left. While she herself had to regrow them in a really painful and long process.

Nightmare finally walked back down Dust at his heel. He wasn't happy at all and it showed. The tentacle constricted around her neck short of breaking it. “What are you doing here thief!”

Amelia couldn't help but smile with a smirk. She was used to this type. “Didn't know trash was that precious for you?” Her neck broke at that, making her head burst into flames.

He let her go as her neck and fingers slowly healed itself. She was barely able to stand on her hands and knees as multiple stabs penetrated her heart and brain. But they both burst into flames incredibly fast. It wasn't necessary to even fight back, Nightmares were always stronger than her and that was a fact. Dream ran down trying to see his brother. Amelia's eyes turned wide in worry as she desperately tried to act aloof but also not in deep pain. Nightmare must have felt him coming because he didn't attack her again. Just wrapped both of her hands in a ball of tar like slime. Dream opened the door and gradually went from excited to on edge. “Nighty, who is she?”

Miss Amelia? Amelia felt her soul begging to be cracked, begging to have him remember her. “A thief, I was going to send her on her way. What did you want to show me?”

Dream got back his smile and showed the drawing he made of the entire group with him too. “Do you like it?”

Nightmare smiled as warmly as he could before patting his head. “Of course I do, go put it on the fridge I will be right back, just need to show this thief a lesson about respect.” Dream nodded and skipped towards the kitchen.

The tar-like ball immediately turned to spikes and stabbed through her hands. She could feel the tar slowly corrupt each cell in her hands forcing the fire to stay out of her hands. Amelia started to growl like a dog as the fire kept burning her wrist. “Just throw me outside! I'll just take another route.”

Nightmare turned back to her and forced her to get up by the scarf around her neck. “Dream feels like you need warmth and food to stop stealing. And I would do everything for him.” Amelia felt the world give up under her. Darkness flooded her senses until she fell down on hard concrete in a cell. Her hands now separate but still very much made of tar. She couldn't move them, but that was to be expected. What she didn't expect was seeing two wooden boxes fly out of her inventory. Her creator giggled with a smile as toxic as acid. Nightmare appeared next to her as he registered the boxes. “Something else you stole?”

Amelia tried to get up but her hands fused with the ground beneath. “No, please give it back. I didn't steal them, I swear.” Amelia felt tears run down her cheek but it didn't matter.

Nightmare opened one, letting the golden white leaves shine against a torch's light nearby. Amelia screamed as the tar started to boil and burn like hot wax. “Where did you get our baby leaves?”

Amelia started fighting against the hold of the tar on her hands. “Not like you would ever understand! You don't know what it's like to know how little you matter. Just leave those behind and leave me alone. You won't even remember I existed so why does it matter?”

But he simply left with her boxes of baby leaves. Her hands let go as Amelia slowly crawled towards one of the golden leaves that fell. “I am sorry for this.” But when her hand touched it the shadow took it away. Amelia didn't cry though, because her creator was laughing in earnest.

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Amelia: Me

Telltale Varient: @marble-birdie

Killer (mentioned): Something New @rahafwabas

Dust: Dustale @ask-dusttale

Amelia didn't react when the crushing of leaves left for the clicking of metal on the floor. It didn't matter anymore. She was just so tired, exhausted really. If the store wasn't abandoned so long before, she wouldn't have focused on leaving.

What actually made her uneasy is how much her creator was bubbly. Just swirling around her mumbling about ideas. It was always going to be bad when they talked like that.

When she opened the door it was to see empty streets and ruined houses. Not because of extinctions. People just gave up. Amelia eyed a stray paper journal floating in the wind. She didn't have to read to understand it. Concerns about a wave of apathy in the city. Everyone just kind of gave up, even the mayor died on his chair not bothering to get up when he started to get severely dehydrated.

Amelia walked down the streets a bit on edge. Because the memories didn't hurt this time. She already knew about this place, no it was more like she was updated on it. So Amelia kept walking.

She had walked for hours now and still no signs of life. Except some heavily dehydrated bodies. No kids though, so that had to be good. Amelia walked down even more until she found the center of the town. Where a giant apple tree was visibly wilting and rotting. Amelia stayed clear seeing how it was still trying to feed on emotional energy. Not just negativity but positivity, leaving only apathy behind. “Hmm.”

Amelia walked again to end up in a powerful blizzard, it was practically ripping her skin appart. Amelia tried to breath through the cold but even for her it was too much. So she put on her hoodie and started walking through it.

It was a very slow climb, her foot fell deep a couple of times. So much she froze her fingers until they burst into flames. Which kind of helped with dislodging her foot. Well until that too started to burst into flames.

After a while she was nothing but fire as she walked through the blizzard. Amelia only stopped when she felt stone on her now flayed hands. So she patted away for a window and entered through there before closing it back.

Amelia only took the time to breath until her soul stopped burning. He looked by the corner smelling cooked meat? Amelia immediately jumped to the rafters and hid as Horror passed under her. Should make dinner. This eyeball, magical prosthetic, darkness… Miss Amelia! She was back, why? They won't even remember her. What's the point? So Amelia continued walking on the rafters trying to gage out what to do. She should leave the first chance she gets. But the blizzard outside is never ending.

Amelia was starting to get hungry. They probably have trash somewhere. So Amelia followed the memories of trash, she would have to go multiple floors down though.

[File: Saved]

Ink was strange. Who's this Am.. Amanda? Amelia? Amend? What was this about again? Amelia jumped down a bit too soon and immediately hid behind one of the many potted plants. Killer walked past her before stopping abruptly.

[File: Loaded]

Killer looked at the rafters but saw nothing so he walked past her. Amelia counted to 500 with some difficulties before leaving her hiding place and running down the stairs as light as possible.

[File: Loaded]

She felt bones surround her throat as she began thrashing. 500 wasn't long enough. Killer immediately shoved her against a wall while taking away her scarf. Oh come on!

Do human children just love stealing from brothers? “No? That's a g-” Amelia felt a blue bone stabbed through her mouth keeping her from talking further.

“No excuses, what are you doing here?”

Amelia waited for the attack to disappear before talking again. “Caught in a blizzard and got hungry. Was gonna eat out of the trash.” Amelia felt her brain hit her skull lightly when Amelia was hit on the wall again.

“Don't lie to me, you should be dead right now.” Killer was right, her body doesn't go full inferno for full body scratches, it only reacts to lethal harm.

“I catch fire when seriously hurt.” Amelia was let go only to be stabbed in the gut by Killer, he didn't even smile, she was just a waste. Killer smiled at her when she directed Horror's hand to pat air. Amelia wanted to scream as the memory replaced her with Nightmare instead.

The knife left and Amelia fell down the flight of stairs while all her wounds burst into flames. She only had enough time to grab the scarf and fall back with it. “Not a liar then, just a thief.”

Amelia didn't let him have the chance and used all her speed to run down the rest of the stairs and pretty much hide among the trash. Amelia felt her soul itching to break as even those moments started to fade from Killer's memories. “Well I guess now I won't be scared of the rain.” It wasn't funny.

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Amelia: Me

Killer: Something New @rahafwabas

Horror: Horrortale @Sour-Apple-Studio

Name: Amelia (no Last name) 💛 10 years

Power: Any (Remembers everything and her own flames heal her by burning her.)

She is a ten year old child from the popular game Undertale. Well at least it's what she explains in her first statement given to the Magnus Archive. To a point she is right, she is just a version of herself given to this world. But she is also really not since this one was born with a sister. But those are the trappings of being able to remember everything. Stuck at the age of 10 for the rest of time, she just kinds of meanders through life.

She is technically marked by all powers. Mainly because that one power to remember is quite enticing. Her memories are a vast, never ending liminal space. Turning the world into the same white void where every senses blends and true connection becomes horribly out of reach. Burried and infested by billions upon billions of webs like memories all of them slowly breaking through flesh and blood. Where a moment of true despair could bring the world to its end or extinction. Of course it comes as an even bigger price. She will never trully have the chance to settle down or be able to grow up. Amelia will stay 10 for the end of time and beyond. Any moment of true peace would be the bell needed to cast her away.

Name: Angelina Forx 🤍 28

Power: The Corruption, The Web, The Flesh and The Dark.

Angelina Forx was born into the horrors of the Flesh and the Web. Forced since birth to wear extravagant outfit for the eyes of all. It was either the camera for the tv and the beauty pageant. Or the camera embedded into the phones of her mom and the disinterest of her dad. She never feared it however, the gaze meant nothing, what she was the most fearful of was the control it represented. Her parents controlled what she wore, what she liked and what she ate. The camera controlled her intimacy. But found a fearful kinship with the spiders. So she grew used to their touch and the itch that came with their legs. She instead used the cobwebs as inspiration and made her own outfit. She used the gaze of the audience to make her parents support it. Until one day she found solace in the urban legends of the dark. With all of their help Angelina Forx became an orphan adopted by one of the Avatars of the Web. You can find her making dresses with whatever the spiders bring her.

Name: Kelly Ness 💜 13 years old

Power: The Eye and the Hunt

Kelly Ness remembers a sister but not much else. She remembers having parents who controlled her to become a prodigy and possible avatar of the eye. But she knew her sister had to be there. She remembered trying so hard to protect her identity, for all to be lost. But Kelly wasn't afraid like many others. She wasn't afraid in the way that paralyzed or the way it makes you faint. She turned to bravery before letting fear enter her mind. Every jolt was just a reason to keep going, keep searching. Though it must be said, at no point did she trully felt the blood ask for more. She felt a raw need to find and embrace. Her fear doesn't breed pain, it makes every good memories that much more worth it. She doesn't need to feed of the fear that hurts and faint and paralyse. She can feed of the fear that keeps you safe and healthy. With the eye she reminds everyone how to stay safe. But maybe she isn't answering to the Ceeseless Watcher but another Eye centered in Oregon.

Name: Emory Marygold 🖤 24 years old

Power: Avatar of the Distortion.

Emory Marygold is unlike others distorted avatars. For she sees the lies as a play and an opportunity. She doesn't make a situation worse than loosing your ways. Maybe it's because she became an avatar either levity in her heart. She likes to give a reasoning to her labyrinth if you know where you want to go. She feeds on the lost ones of course. She doesn't mind making it just a bit worse. But frankly she drives fear on the off chance she meets someone that looks at her maze with the same youthful joy as she once did.