Kris originally having a cyan-colored soul before the Player’s arrival is something I genuinely havent’s seen theorized since Chapter 1. And back then it relied a lot on flimsy evidence that included blue hearts next to Jockington-themed locker graffiti. But now with the anniversary stream, we have:
Musical leitmotifs only featured in Deltarune being present in the anniversary stream Ruins
The buildings of these Ruins being shaped exactly like the ones in Deltarunes intro
The cyan soul’s signature toy knife being moved from the balcony into this new area
Kris having a bandage as a default armor and a knife they keep on them at all times, both being items used in the cyan soul section of the Omega Flowey fight
Kris’s skin in the Dark World being inexplicably cyan
So, like, Kris being the second fallen human and cyan soul might be back.
Right now, it seems like the theory’s biggest hurdle to overcome is the fact that maybe it’d be kinda silly to have Kris be a perfect combination of Frisk and Chara right down to their name, only for their true Undertale counterpart to be the second fallen human, a character completely separate from either of them.
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There’s always one. One patient that is too rude, too aggressive. That feels like they are more important than the others, that the doctors owe them something.
It happened to Dana the first day Dennis started his ER rotation.
He guesses it was only a matter of time before it happened to him.
The man is big, though not as big as the one that hit Dana. He has been in their waiting room all day, Dennis knows this because he has had to tell him to sit back down and wait a few times himself. He’s been screaming for the most part of the day. Like it’s Dennis’ fault that he just came here with a headache, a runny nose, and no other symptoms, literally the least of their problems. He had told him to just take some paracetamol and go home, but the man had insisted that he wanted to be seen by a real doctor. So waiting it was.
Dennis just wanted to go home. The night shift had taken over (at last), he had grabbed his things from his locker and had just exited into the nice fresh air, ready to make his way back home (now that he had an actualy room he didn’t have to be afraid of being thrown out of) when the guy had cornered him.
Dennis backs up against the wall of the hospital. He can see the ambulance entrance from here, someone will come out sooner or later, they’ll see him and they’ll help. Probably.
“Sir, I know you are upset, but we had patients with much more dire emergencies. You should arrange to see your GP-“ Dennis tries to reason, his hands up in front of himself.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” the man spits out. Predictable. It was worth a try though.
Dennis is about to say something else, but the man’s hands come up to grip the front of his hoodie, and he presses him against the wall.
Shit.
He brings his hands up to try to make the man release him. He is not exactly weak but this man is almost two times his size. His hand don’t even flinch under Dennis’ attempts.
“Whitaker?” a voice comes from the side.
Dennis turns. Doctor Robby is there, backpack on, ready to leave for some much needed rest like Dennis had been. Dennis brings a hand up towards him to try to convey that it’s okay, he has it under control, even when it couldn’t be further from the truth.
“What? Still go shit more important to pay attention to than me?” the man spits out.
Dennis can’t answer because in a second the man has pulled him from the wall and then slammed him against it.
The back of his head explodes with pain as he closes up his eyes and clenches his jaw. He thinks he lets out a grunt of pain, but he is not entirely sure.
When he opens his eyes, there is a hand shoving the man away from him. The sudden pull and then release when the man’s hands slip from his hoodie has him falling to the floor. He looks up to see Robby shoving the man again, away from Dennis, making him almost lose his footing.
Dennis brings up a hand to hold the back of his head where it hurts with a hiss. Doctor Robby is shouting something at the man, his voice angry like he has never heard before, but Dennis is too busy sitting up to focus on what exactly he is saying. His heart is beating fast, too fast, and he is not sure if it’s from the pain, the adrenaline, or seeing Robby defend him so fiercely. Probably a combination of the three.
Doctor Abbot arrives in a hurry and tries to put himself between the man and Robby, trying to get the situation under control. Of course he had to be here too, as if it was not humiliating enough to have Robby see him like this, to need him to deal with a patient, he needed Abbot’s intervention too. Dennis had to get assaulted when both attendings were at the hospital, and both had to come out at this time.
A Part of him is thankful that it’s them.
“Hey, kid, hey,” Dr. Abbot is calling out. Dennis is pressing on the back of his head, praying that what he is feeling on his hand is not blood. “Whitaker!”
Oh, he is talking to him. Dennis looks up, his eyes finding Abbot’s.
“Are you okay?” the doctor asks.
Dennis looks back up just in time to see Abbot’s fist connect with the man’s jaw.
“Yeah, yeah, just-“ Dennis takes his hand off his head and looks down to it. Fuck. It is blood. What do they make these walls of?
albatross the flirty type and he flirts with chuuya a lot .and dazai not yet coming to terms with the fact that he likes chuuya, just so furious with albatross 24/7 (and he tries threatening albatross a few times, but his only responses are so unserious it just serves to piss him off further)
mori 100% knows whats up. albatross does too, at some level (once, though, he tells dazai that, unfortunately for him, albatross will always be chuuya's best friend and dazai can't take that role—to which chuuya shouts that they are not best friends).
on the other hand, dazai is so oblivious to the fact that he's jealous and makes up excuses to justify having murderous thoughts towards anyone who dares to flirt with HIS dog. chuuya just thinks dazai is being annoying as always and doesn't connect the dots until he's like 22.or something
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Since its been shown on the community discord already, meet Lark! My character on the upcoming smp, Codebreak! He's my silly, and I enjoy him a lot, and maybe you will too!
I wont be streaming, but a lot of other people will be! And you should absolutely go support them when it starts on april 4th! And maybe, just maybe, you'll see me around :]
IMO, at least as an autistic 26-year-old, the hardest part of job interviews for me (assuming I even get that far in this market) is pretending to give a fuck about the mission of the company.
“Why do you want to work here?” I don’t, I just want money.
“What about our company inspires you?” Nothing, you’re all frauds cutting corners and being cheapskates just like everyone else, but you pay well and you're not too far of a drive.
“What do you bring to our team?” Somebody who gets shit done fast and accurately. Could not care less about being part of your silly useless ‘team’ and water-cooler talk. I get the shit done that they're all too busy gossping to bother with, and someone, somewhere, should appreciate that for once.
“Which of our company values speaks to you?” Those values are as substantial as smoke on the ground level and you, hiring lady, are blissfully insulated from the shit you shovel onto the people below you.
‘Cause while I can make up fluffy nonsense, I am a truly awful liar when it comes to faking enthusiasm and unfortunately can see right through all the smoke and mirrors. I have only ever gotten two of the hundreds of jobs I’ve applied for over the years immediately, because I actually wanted them: A pet store, and a different position in my company to escape the bitchy clique I was trapped in, where I was already an employee and not some stranger off the street.
Take a second to ignore the job market, ignore the cripplingly low pay, ignore the rising uselessness of bachelor degrees, ignore all the shitty benefits and complications of just showing up in an office environment socializing the way you’re supposed to.
I wish I could shake my neurodivergent bullshit detector. I wish. But in this country you have to smile while you shovel it and weep graciously for your two-penny paycheck, and I am not a good enough actor to pull that off just to get through the door. Starting my first day pretending to be something I’m not to appease my corporate overlords is an experience so repulsive that it’s near single-handedly keeping me in my current, shitty, stable, underpaid position.
Meanwhile the jobs I do want are being gutted by the government. So there is that reality, too.
And god forbid I tell them I'm autistic, my frank rbf is a pre-installed bonus feature, not a bug. I'm not your yes man, I'm the court fool brave enough to call you an idiot to your face before you make a dumbass decision.
