#cletermiined

𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍  /  𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  🎃

       “   And   what   a   beautiful   rock   it   is   ,    little   human  .   You   should   definitely   think   about   collecting   these   type   of   stones   ..    especially   the   ones   you   can    find   here   ,   in   The   Waterfalls  !  There   are   many   crystals   ,   you   know  .    ”

    Frisk is quiet, staring at Chara in a manner that said they couldn’t believe what they’d just said. The tiny child heaves a sigh too large for their shuddering frame. The child isn’t sure how to explain it too them, how to put it in words they might understand. They try anyway.

                      “Even too much of a good thing can become poisonous.”

        There was a small smile as they gazed at the soulless pacifist. This was new, wasn’t it? A bright smile crossed the child's face. This was a new frisk in their timeline.

*finger gunsP* eyy I love her too, and Ballora they're pretty neat

You got me for FNAF- I actually have a Funtime Foxy blog over at @shcwstopper

1 : UNDERTALE

2 : STEVEN UNIVERSE

3 : WARRIOR CATS 

4 : INVADER ZIM

5 : FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S - Funtime Foxy ( FNAF SISTERLOCATION )

6 : CREEPYPASTA

7 : SLENDERVERSE

8 : POKEMON ( POKEMON, NOT HUMANS. )

9 : STAR VS. THE FORCES OF EVIL

CAN I JUST YELL AT @pxcifrisktic, @royalnxrd/ @vchement, @outbraves, @cletermiined, AND @mettatoniic FOR BEING THE COOLEST PEOPLE ON THE PLANET??? LITERALLY I ENJOY INTERACTING WITH YOU ALL AND EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU DESERVE ALL OF THE FOLLOWERS THAT YOU HAVE! YOU ALL PLAY YOUR MUSES WONDERFULLY AND I CAN'T WAIT TO CONTINUE ROLEPLAYING WITH YOU, YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!

Their hand tightens around the antique gun they hold until their already dust-painted fists turn whiter, feet scattering piles of dust around them. 

The crushed essence of unfortunate monsters clings to their clothing and they slowly, silently scan the area, eyes gleaming with spite.

There’s no one else here. It’s empty. But they still feel like someone is watching them. Holding them accountable for their sins. It burns deep in their skin and they shiver, haphazardly raising a clean area of their sleeve to brush the powder off their cheek.

They’re alone, but they couldn’t feel more paranoid. They couldn’t feel more cold, and empty. They thought this would make it go away. But it didn’t. The hate just spread to their limbs like a virus as they killed, and killed, and killed, but they couldn’t stop.

No one could stop them.

“...How should I know? It’s not like the rest of humankind is any better.” Frisk clenches their fists.

“I had no other option. It was the only way. I couldn’t’ve done anything else.”

But they know that they’re lying, and the heavy weight of guilt pressing on their chest only makes it worse.

The dust gently powdering their cheeks feels like acid, hellfire, their damnation.

But they can’t quite bring themselves to wipe it off.

@cletermiined​

A PURPOSELESS LIFE is not a life worth living. It was a saying Sans had heard one too many times over. It always made him think, it made him wonder about his own mortality, about his own purpose in this life he had been given. Sure, everyone had a purpose— Papyrus’ endeavors to become apart of the royal guard, Mettaton’s dream to become one of the biggest television stars in the Underground and on the Surface. Even Alphys, Toriel, King Asgore... they all had some sort of dream, a hope they held on to that kept them alive, that helped them flourish. It was the soil for the roots of their own aspirations, and they were blooms strong against trial and doubt. 

And yet, when Sans thought about himself, about his own dreams and aspirations; the very purpose he walked the among others in this world— he found himself coming up empty. 

The kid. That’s all he ever saw when envisioning his own future. He saw their round face and flushed cheeks, sometimes they carried a toothy grin and other times they wielded a blade like an executioner. No matter how far he tried to look past all of that, all he saw was the determined little squirt, very much present and very much in his way. It was a life Sans would have never imagined living, in this endless loop like a hamster on its wheel. He was stuck, and then again always in motion. Things always stayed the same and yet they never truly did. Just the very thought of it nearly drove the skeleton insane. 

His thoughts were heavier than lead in the back of his head that day, the beginning of yet again another RESET. He would soon meet with the human at their first rendezvous spot, where they would exchange dialogue that had been tried and true so many times before. It was all so bland to him now, a monotony that brought a strange comfort and also wanted Sans to claw at his head. Sometimes he would wonder about the human and how they felt about all of this. Did they see this as their purpose in life as well? Were their fates really intertwined for eternity? More than anything Sans wanted to ask, but he found himself far too afraid of the answer he might receive. Why? He wasn’t sure. The anxiety was apparent in the twinkle of his eye socket as he reached for the latter’s hand to shake, the words feeling cold as they slipped out almost robotically.