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I started playing Undertale on summer last year. I had so much fun, I did my mistakes and I made wonderful and strange friends. What I didn't expect is that game hides more than I thought. When I met Sans at the Judgement Hall on the neutral run, I got shocked... and then I saw everything. I did the pacifist run, I fought against Flowey and, finally, Asriel. I drew this part because it's one of my favorites and touching moments. This is when everyone's hopes and dreams, with their souls, do something that nobody thought it would be possible. A new beginning always starts at the end (Within Temptation-”Mother Earth”). So when I feel down and want to give up, I'll think in this game, that give us the strenght to say "I feel determined"

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So here’s my entry for The Determination Project! It’s messy and I’m sorry for my bad photo editing skills. Also it’s cheezy but I’m not sorry for that. XD

My story is a story about pain, physical pain, and about staying determined through it. My comic probably has too much “before” and “after” the game, and is probably too personnal, I’m sorry about that. To me, recovery began with the game, but it didn’t end with it, since I couldn’t heal as easily as - hm, eating some pie and glamburgers. I continued making new friends, and these friends also kept me determined, just like the ones in the game. Getting to the surface is great, but finding your place there is just as important.

The pain is not completely gone, and I will have to be careful for the rest of my life. But it did get much better, and I can stay determined when it comes back for a few days or weeks.

You smiled and wiped away a small tear as you watched your pixel friends wander off screen into their sunset happiness, beginning a new life together. Sighing in happiness, your heart fluttered as you finished the post pacifist route for the fifth time. You remembered why you love the game so much, from the soundtrack, to the boss fights,  it always left you with sense of being loved. It’s crazy, you know, but just for a moment, you felt as if these characters cared for you, as you care for them. But every blissful moment comes to end, and you inevitably turned off your screen. A dull blackness swept across the world you so badly want to be in, leaving you staring at your reflection. Alone. Tear stained. Your fond smile instantly dipped as you realized that you’re here by yourself. No one is here with you and no one ever will be. Shaking your head, you turned away from your screen and head to bed. 

The following months blurred together, but no matter where you go, the game stayed with you. You cracked skeletal puns whenever you can and laughed at your own jokes, pretending Sans was there to laugh with you. You purposely stayed clear of yellow flowers, pronouncing them evil yet you care for every single one of them, imagining Flowey being happy on the surface. You baked a cinnamon butterscotch pie, mouth watering at the sweetness and your stomach growling from slaving over the oven, imagining Toriel giving you motherly baking tips and guiding you on how to perfect it. All these little interactions moved you through your day, knowing that you will always have them in your heart. 

But it’s not good enough. You can make as many skeleton puns as you want, but there’s no one there to laugh with you. You can fear a yellow flower, but there’s no one there to cower in fear with you. You can bake the perfect pie, but there’s no one here for you to share it. You have your characters, but you need more. You can replay and reset as many times as you want, but it will never fill the empty hole in your heart. 

As you join the fandom through Tumblr, you watch from the sidelines, consuming art, fanfiction, music, and audios. You did so silently, without interacting with everyone else, despite it looking like fun. You were scared of approaching. Who would you talk to? What do you say? Will you be a burden? You never quite got over this fear until a while later, but you did one act of bravery on your own. You admired these content creators, so you became one.

It didn’t take long for you to create your new blog. You only spent a few hours customizing your web page and creating your rules, but once you finished, now what? You had to do what you feared the most: asking for help. Going around your favorite blog, you asked them to help give you a boost and promote you. You were excited to start working. 

And work you did. You poured endless hours slaving over your keyboard to publish your best content until you made your first friend on this blog at 200 followers. You were overjoyed and ecstatic, talking to them day and night and at this point, the hole in your heart closed up a bit more. 

You never expected to gain popularity. Followers poured in until it got too much and you broke in the beginning of spring, where the flowers bloomed from your despair. You gave this new blog of yours everything that you wanted to have, leaving you empty and vulnerable, open to attacks from small mistakes. But, to your surprise, the friend you made lifted you up, but not only that, so did your beloved followers flood in to support you. You got fanart, praise, encouragement, and love, something that you did not have before and at that moment, your tears turned into tears of joy. You wanted to hug each and every one of them for helping you get through this, and even though it was hard,  you never felt alone. 

Months passed, and your motivation declined, yet you still loved what you do. You continue to push out content, taking breaks every once in awhile, and everything was at peace. You gain even more friends that you talk to on a daily basis and interact with some regular followers, often giving advice to those who needed it. Some come and go, but that loneliness you felt before rarely ever surfaced. You didn’t think that your life could get better, until it did. 

You recognized them from when they asked you to promote their blog, which you gladly did and followed soon after. They posted a link to a discord where everyone who gathered could talk about Undertale and make friends. Before, you would’ve scrolled past that link, too scared to talk to anyone. But now, you were more confident, proud to be yourself, and joined. Just by doing such a small act, you gained friends that you loved and hold so dear, and they would do the same to you. You had a place where you felt like you belong, where you could relax and be yourself. Every time you received a notification or see your friends’ icons, you can’t help but smile as your heart thuds louder. Was this love? Pure love that you have for these people, that you want to cherish with all you have? Friends is no longer a term you use for each other, but something more. 

And now, you’re sitting in front of your desk at 2 AM, the day of the two year anniversary of Undertale, the game that changed your life. One of your amazing artist friends nags you to sleep, and you chuckle, promising her you would once you publish this post. You sit there, with tears in your eyes, reminiscing your journey and how far you’ve gotten.  Is it too arrogant to say how proud of yourself you are? Perhaps, perhaps not. Either way, you don’t care. You’re surrounded by people who love you, people who you can confide in, people who support you no matter what. All thanks to a simple videogame. You’ve never been more grateful in your entire life. 

Undertale 2nd anniversary

LATE !

Anyway, this idea pop up in my mind when I thought about what is Undertale. Undertale is a game. With, obviously, a player. The player can play two characters. Frisk (pacifist route) or Chara (Genocide route). He manipulate them. Like if they are puppets. At the end of the genocide route, Sans blame Chara for the murder of all the monster kind. So he kill them, over and over. The thing is, he will never be able to even see the real murderer. The player is outside his universe, and Sans had no idea that he exist. So the player is outside Undertal, he will never be a part of the game. That’s why I put something who cut the drawing in two. At the top there are the player, and at the bottom the game. They are two separate things, the only link being the strings (actually the computer/playstation).

I wrote a lot.

Happy Anniversary Undertale

Let's be honest, I never get to 'properly' play Undertale. I exposed to Undertale first by its huge boom, and then I decide to watch a lot of LPs of it until my friend gave me a copy of the game. It's beautiful, enchanting, it amaze me for a pixel game. Before I knew it, I was in the fandom, not deep enough, but I'm enjoying my time. My friend encourage me to open this askblog, and then I meet a small group about than fans about Grillby and made ocs out of them. Long story short, I learned so many life lessons,- friendship, abandonment, friendship again, self-worth. My story is not that fancy, not some very deep emotional story but- without Undertale... Grillby and the bros won't exist. Inchoamentum probably won't exist too. I probably won't pursue on properly making a game. I won't be like this- in this moment. Despite the clusterfuck that's happening in the fandom, I still see this game as what it suppose to be. A game about love and friendship. You may not have LOVE but you have love.

Stay determined

To move forward is essential, but the future is pointless if you forget the past. The Undertale Determination Project

Happy Anniversary everyone!

Happy 2nd anniversary Undertale

It had been a few months after I had a really bad experience while trying to be part of another fandom here on tumblr, and after the outcome of that experience, I just accepted that I would never have actual real friends here on tumblr. That I would never forgive by myself.

I don’t really remember how I found out about the game, it was a little before it exploded here on tumblr. A game where you didn’t had to fight anyone to win, it sounded a bit too good to be true.

I played the game with a grain of salt in the beggining, but sure soon after my fight with Toriel I knew this game was special. It was after Papyrus that I fell in love with this game.

A game about friendship and determination. About teaching kindness, a game that showed there was still room to be good and be happy in the end. It was a game that showed me that I wasn’t wrong in being a kind person. That I’m not alone anymore.

I was able to make friends- real friends. I learned so much about myself, I learned to accept myself and to respect myself too. I learned who real friends are, and I learned to stand up for what I believe, even if that means I have to LOAD again and again. It was a game that opened so many doors for me to keep walking forward, to follow my dreams, to be myself.

Thank you, Undertale. Thank you, Toby Fox.

Where it all started…

Happy belated Second Anniversary Undertale!

Thank you to @utdtproject for organizing this event!

My Story UC

So I’m going to keep this pretty simple. I discovered Undertale relatively later than most people especially considering the hype of its first two years. I had people talk about Undertale but I dismissed it as another “thing” people liked.

But a few months after its first anniversary, I gained an interest for it because one of my friend’s constant begging (I’m not kidding). Then I started watching walkthroughs of it, then I started searching up fanart, then I bought the game, and the rest is history.

I think the most important thing I kept from Undertale excluding gameplay (player’s choice actually matter! Take notes Telltales) and its band of quirky characters is the community. Sure, some parts of the community is toxic but what fandom isn’t? I met so many wonderful people, improved my style in both art and in writing, and it actually helped me through some difficult points in my life.

So with that, I bid all of you with two simple words: