#infjwriter

(undertale spoilers)

“The true name” is only ever seen in the naming screen. The name “Chara” will never show up in the game unless you enter it.

It’s possible that someone found out by chance, but there is a whole subreddit dedicated to data mining the game. Perhaps “the true name” was discovered through data mining first. However, the game does have “CHARA” as the default name, in case the name is missing from the save files for a specific situation. This will be explained further in the next post.

@infjwriter look, I'm writing something for our AU-

Ink stood in the exit of the small room that he had been sharing with a certain someone for the past years. His colour and shape changing eye pupils scanned the room, eventually landing on the bunk bed, where Error sat on the lower bunk, looking crest-fallen.

The shorter skeleton made his way to his friend, his new scarf moving behind him as he walked forward.

The sound of footsteps made Error's head snap up in alert, only to relax, seeing that it was only Ink.

"Hey." the said skeleton said softly, smiling sadly at him. Error stood up, shortening the distance between them. In a matter of seconds, the two skeletons were hugging each other tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you..." Error croaked out, his arms desperately clinging onto his only friend, same with Ink.

"I know..." he sniffed. "Me too..."

And so, the two stood like this, hugging each other for who knows how long.The moment was short-lived though. A doctor soon came by, calling for Ink, saying that... 'It was time.'

The two pulled away from their embrace slowly, visible tears brimming in Ink's eyes, while in Error's... Well, he was trying his best...

"So... I guess this is goodbye..." Ink began saying.

"No." Error said sternly, causing the other to look at him in surprise and confusion. "This is not a goodbye... This is a..." he trailed off. "A... See You Later..." he smiled bitterly.

Ink chuckled, a crest-fallen look on his face, as he hugged his friend one last time before heading to the door, where the doctor stood.

Right before exiting the room, he turned back to Error with a warm smile.

"See You Later then, Error!"

~

Error stood on one of the last pieces of land from an AU that he has just destroyed, last fragments of code floating away into nothingness.

He smiled maliciously, his strings hanging from the tips of his fingers, tying to the ground beneath his own feet, ready to teleport away as soon as he destroyed it.

But then he heard a voice.

And then felt something on his back.

Paint. There was paint on his back.

He rapidly turned around to look at the intruder, his eyesockets widening in shock as he saw who it was.

He was staring right in the eyes of the famous Protector of AUs.

Who also... Happened to be someone he had known once.

The mismatched eyes he was staring into belonged to noone other...

NOT EVERYONE WANTS HELP, EVEN IF THEY NEED IT! SOMETIMES THEY ARE TOO EMBARRASSED! SOMETIMES THEY ARE TOO ANGRY! SOMETIMES THEY DON’T BELIEVE THEY SHOULD CHANGE WHAT THEY ARE DOING! NOT EVEN THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAN HELP SOMEONE IF THEY DON’T CHOOSE TO BE HELPED!

BUT I ALWAYS LET THEM KNOW THAT THE HAND OF FRIENDSHIP IS EXTENDED FOR THEM!! IF THEY EVER WANT IT!!

I DO WORRY ABOUT PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP BUT WON’T TAKE IT! BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT THEM AND I WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY AND THE BEST THEY CAN BE! BUT AT LEAST THEN I KNOW I HAVE DONE ALL I CAN AS A HERO!!

No, Error doesn’t know about Ink’s backstory. How could he? After all, Ink cannot remember it either. But Error is well aware that Ink doesn’t have a soul and he knows that he uses his vials as a substitute to make up for that.

@diane26859

Well... We don’t know! It’s never mentioned anywhere how Error’s soul looks like. We are sure he has one or maybe just a part of a soul but I guess there’s only one person you can ask this at this point. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@annoyingtimetraveltrash

Trust me, if it was that simple to create souls, he would be much more a ‘creator’ than a ‘protector’. Souls make up living, self-aware life forms - on a scale of how hard it is to create, living beings are the worst nightmare. There’s so much to screw up, so Ink keeps his fingers off that topic. He’s not here to make life, he’s here to support you in your creation.

As for creating a soul for himself... it won’t work. If it was possible for him to make one himself, he wouldn’t have all the trouble with the vials to begin with. 

@infjwriter

He’s a crying in rainbow meme in person. ;D

@lpsneru

Nah, there’s not an other blog. Everything you can find here is the full story. When they refer to “before”, it’s implied that something happened in the past. Everyone has a past. You might just not know everything about that. We might do some flashbacks in order to tell a few things, like that first part of the confession, in order to enlighten a few things. c:

@ambergoldenheart

Yes, that’s exactly what happened.

It’s not like Ink didn’t like him or found it disgusting, but he didn’t know how to deal with these emotions in that moment. This situation came out of nowhere for him, he wasn’t prepared for Error to act like this. So he threw up because he was overwhelmed by his own emotions.

Necros had always loved cold The Void with its stormy, sad strings. It was a place where he felt worried.

He was a smelly, clever, beer drinker with sloppy eyes and skinny legs. His friends saw him as a stormy, sad scientist. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a thankful Maestro. That’s the sort of man he was.

Necros walked over to the window and reflected on his rural surroundings. The hail pounded like running maggots.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Hacker Chara. Hacker was an adorable demon with wide eyes and slimy legs.

Necros gulped. He was not prepared for Hacker.

As Necros stepped outside and Hacker came closer, he could see the defeated glint in their eye.

“I am here because I want you to die,” Hacker bellowed, in a kind tone. They slammed their fist against Necros’s chest, with the force of 2400 badgers. “I frigging hate you, Necros .”

Necros looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the silver blade. “Hacker, you kill my brother. Prepare to die,” he replied.

They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two late, lovely lizards skipping at a very gracious rave, which had piano music playing in the background and two arrogant uncles drinking to the beat.

Suddenly, Hacker lunged forward and tried to punch Necros in the face. Quickly, Necros grabbed the silver blade and brought it down on Hacker’s skull.

Hacker’s wide eyes trembled and their slimy legs wobbled. They looked shocked, their body raw like a smoked, stingy sandwich.

Then they let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Hacker Chara was dead.

Necros went back inside and made himself a nice drink of beer.

THE END 

Note: You get zero context.

Syl’s Response: I have some concerns? XD And sooooo many questions xDD

Necros had always loved oceany the pirate au with its pickled, pleasant pirates. It was a place where he felt ambivalent.

He was a witty, splendid, beer drinker with sticky arms and dirty lips. His friends saw him as a shivering, stormy scientist. Once, he had even helped an exuberant pirate papyrus cross the road. That’s the sort of man he was.

Necros walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. The drizzle rained like sitting tortoises.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Hacker Chara. Hacker was a gracious demon with feathery arms and wobbly lips.

Necros gulped. He was not prepared for Hacker.

As Necros stepped outside and Hacker came closer, he could see the kindhearted smile on their face.

“Look Necros,” growled Hacker, with a hilarious glare that reminded Necros of gracious donkeys. “I hate you and I want revenge for killing meh. You owe me 6164 gold.”

Necros looked back, even more calm and still fingering the peculiar rock. “Hacker, back from the dead, I see,” he replied.

They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two funny, filthy flamingos thinking at a very generous Kah’s birthday, which had piano music playing in the background and two articulate uncles cooking to the beat.

Necros studied Hacker’s feathery arms and wobbly lips. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m afraid I declared myself bankrupt,” explained Necros. “You will never get your money.”

“No!” objected Hacker. “You lie!”

“I do not!” retorted Necros. “Now get your feathery arms out of here before I hit you with this peculiar rock.”

Hacker looked barmy, their wallet raw like a grubby, gentle gun.

Necros could actually hear Hacker’s wallet shatter into 6164 pieces. Then the gracious demon hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of beer would calm Necros’s nerves tonight.

THE END

Note: I return with a sequel. You shall never have context. Mwahahaha. >:3 

Syl’s response: oh my god, there’s a second one XD