#underfazverse

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒 wrath has echoed through the multiverse for some time now. It has ruined the lives of many, and altered the demons lives course even further then their father even could. Changed them in ways that they’d never imagine. They would never be the same due to this twisted creature that they still do not understand.

Times have gotten worse, but silent and somehow that’s worse. She has not appeared in months, the only sign of her existence being the great snow that befel them. She has been radio silent since she consumed her sister.

The aus feel somewhat safe now. With the new gods, and the health of the demons nothing could possibly go wrong.

Till one day… the meeting room rumbles. The aus wail loudly, a primal fear echoing within them as they scramble together, clinging to weapons as they await the inevitable…

The death

The end.

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@endstar

You keep scrolling, practically screaming at yourself to get SOMETHING done. The toys and clothes on the floor stare daggers at you. The dishes taunt you from the kitchen, making you feel more worthless. You can’t bring yourself to do anything that you are told… Pathetic. Are you not? It doesn’t help That your mom isn’t that understanding. She’s harsh, because you’re the oldest, and should be able to do basic things, but for some reason, it’s too hard. You shut down, you feel a deep pain within yourself… It hurts to try to do, and it hurts to not do. So you do what makes you happy, and it’s not productive. You lie in your room, being a waste. Waiting for your adoptive dad to get home…

There’s a click noise, as the door opens. You brace yourself for the worst. “Oh dear”, you hear from the front door, “Y/N, please come here my child!”

You reluctantly get up from the couch and walk over. The Nightmare bear looks down on you, with a stirn expression. “Goodness Y/N, your mother and I told you to clean the living room and to do the dishes! You’ve been unable to do that since we gave you those chores…”

You bow your head in shame. You look up sheepishly at your father’s face. He raised his voice a little. Not enough to scare you, but it’s obvious that he’s upset. You mumble softly, “sorry dad… I-I got overwhelmed…. I couldn’t even try…. I just gave up…. I’m sorry….”

You wait for yelling, or screaming. You wait for him to punish you for this stupid thing you couldn’t do. But instead of doing that, he sits you down. “Y/N… My child… It is alright my dear. If you were having THIS much trouble, you could’ve asked me for help, and I would’ve gladly helped you! Now, you’re going to be grounded, yes. But only until your chores are done, and over with. I’ll give you a task one step at a time, to help you with breaking it down. Now give me your phone, and we’ll get through this predicament together.”

Your father smiles softly at you. It’s a wonder how a living embodiment of fear can be so… Comforting. You smile back, thankful for his understanding, and you give him your phone. With human parents, they would scream at you, take your things, and threaten to destroy them or throw away the things you love. But your father is not human. He may be the embodiment of fear, but not the fear of disappointing parents, and the consequences that follow. The fear he ismade of does not define his existence. He is made of fear, but he does not make anyone fear him. Humans need to be more like him, especially parents.

He guides you through your chores, making sure that you don’t get distracted. He lets you choose whether or not you want to do a harder chore, or an easier one first. You start with an easier chore. You pick up the laundry and put it in the dirty clothes hamper. A start. An actual start! You couldn’t do that on your own for a whole… Well, since you got adopted! You soon finish the first task, and move on to the next. Then the next. Then the next. Then the next after that. You made actual progress now that you are being guided. The chores are soon completed, and you feel proud of yourself. The only one that’s more proud is Nightmare Fredbear. He picks you up, and holds you close. His chocolate and vanilla scented fur brings you further comfort. “I am so proud of you, my child,” he tells you, as he sits you atop his second muzzle on his stomach. He nuzzles your face, and kisses your forehead. You may be in highschool, but you will admit that being treated like a little kid is very comforting. “You did such a good job! You can have your phone back now. Just please let me know next time when you want to give up, so I can help break things down again…”

You smile, welcoming all the affection that he’s giving. Why couldn’t human parents be so understanding? You both continue to cuddle happily. Your dad is more important than your phone anyways. “Ok… I’ll let you know next time,” you smile. He purrs, as he continues to nuzzle your face. “Thank you papa…”

‘Papa’. He doesn’t mind whatever you call him. Mr. Nightmare, Mr. Strings, Father, dad, daddy, Nightmare Fredbear. You can call him whatever you wish. But… ‘Papa’, well… It holds a special in his soul, and you know that. He starts purring louder, and both his mouths smile wider. Your younger siblings are the only ones that call him papa regularly. You mainly call him dad, but you felt like this was a good time to call him that. You and your papa spend the rest of the day cuddling. More of his animal-like instincts take hold as you cuddle, his purring gets louder. “Y/N, do you mind if I…? W-well you know sometimes, when Frisk, or your other siblings don’t want to take their baths, I’ll sometimes…”

You know what he’s asking. He wants to groom you, like a bear cub. He normally grooms your siblings without question, but he knows how weird you find it. He wants to make sure that you’re ok with him giving you a tongue bath. You shrug. This is just how bears, and Nightmares bond, from what you know. A social thing. “Sure, go ahead.”

They woke up somewhere completely new. A world that looked like it was made for giants, doors that were 20 times their hight.

Unlike in their world, they still had control. A new game still hasn't started yet.

*"...oh fucking hell-"

They leap up after a while, once they realized they had control of themselves. The first thing they do is take a step. Then another, and another. They go over to an uninteresting wall, and stare at it.

After a half hour of doing the most boring thing they could think of, they punch the wall. "*HOLY SHIT, I'M ME!!!"