#dtdeath

Arranged in no particular order. Here we go!

@alex-andsometimeschara- Alex

@pastelbuttercups - Buttercup

@existence-overwhelming - chibi Caretaker l o l

@dtdeath - Funeral Director Des

@resetkid - Flurry!

@gravefallensoul - Izo. Grumpy grumpy Izo. 

@im-sans-ational - Sans when he’s not impersonating Frisks. 8\

@deusn - The Knight...has had enough of your shenanigans. l o l

@revivescere-flore - Lili the Annoying One!

@fcllenflowers- Flower Narcissus doing the Creepy Face. Or his usual thing who knows

@fadedribbcn​ - Nell how do u draw that hair omg cry

@asktheseventhhuman​ - Seventh needs to stop the stabs and bring ice cream

@side-chara-cter​ - Charlotte - another how do i draw hair T_T

fcllenflowers​ - Steel! 8)

@thekui - Kui the sugar maniac

It wasn’t too late to be out. Maybe for a school night, yes, but for Prince in general? No. In all honesty, he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. He’d been at the library, doing more research on dealings with the SOUL. Of course, he would never tamper with his own soul, and for now, using another was a bad idea if he was to lay low and hide this from his mothers. 

He hadn’t lied. He had been studying. But he had been out later than intended. It was already dark, and he wasn’t exactly equipped to see in the dark. He did, however, have home made sedatives in his bag, just in case. From anyone else’s standpoint, the boy was unarmed. 

The bells were ringing. The birds were singing. It was the perfect day for a game of catch outside with friends and family...

But there was no friends or family, were there?

A dusty scarf wrapped around his neck, he stares down the human that caused all of this to happen in the first place. His eyes were stern and judging, casting his glaze over the one they call Chara.

*... so. i got a question for you, kid. do you think the worst person could change, if they just tried?

He didn’t even let the other answer before he butted right back in.

She’s sitting near Waterfall, singing to herself as she kicks her legs.  “ I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low. Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me~.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Again with the human. They always find it nessecray to come pester him more times then he can count. Why? Guilt? To mock him? To try to make him feel wanted? Pff. Like he needed that in his life. He was perfectly content with just staying in his little ‘hate’ flower patch and spiting everyone that fell down here. It was fun.

Pinprick lights glistened with amusement at the pun, as he squinted his eye sockets at the human. 

He had heard - and used - the wordplay a hundred, if not a thousand times before, and still, it refused to grow stale.  Just like the riposte he offered in return, cheeky wink adorning his face.

 "thanks. i had a feeling in my bones.”