A Wandering Scarecrow

So here we go: The Chicken and the Egg.  Which came first?  Answer: The Chicken.  Now I can hear your scoffs and see your eyes rolling, but hear me out.  This can be solved with Logic (sorta).

So in our question of Chicken vs Egg, we can set up the query like this:

1*Chicken = Propagation of Chicken Race

vs

1*Egg = Propagation of Chicken Race

Here, we’re saying that in order to determine whichever one could realistically “come first”, they have to be able to produce the rest of the global Chicken population.

Now with standard Logic, we have operator words like AND, OR, NOT, etc.  This is important because we have to define our terms.  “Chicken” and “Egg” are way too vague to do much with.  But if we expand on these concepts, our answer will become clearer.

1*(Hen AND Rooster) = Propagation of Chicken Race

vs

1*(Hen OR Rooster) = Propagation of Chicken Race

A “chicken” is not a name for a singular animal, but rather the name of the group of animal for both Hens and Roosters, so the term can be expanded to say both Hen AND Rooster.

An Egg, however, will always [citation needed] only produce 1 of these, either a Hen OR a Rooster once it hatches.

If the Egg came first, then we can knowingly assume that whatever the outcome of its hatching (assuming it does hatch) would only be either a Hen or a Rooster, without a mate.  This means that there would be no future Chicken population, only non-fertilized eggs in the case that it turns out to be a Hen until the Hen dies.

The “Chicken” - both Hen AND Rooster - now has a method for producing fertilized eggs, and thus carrying on the Chicken Race.

1*(Hen AND Rooster) = Propagation of Chicken Race

1*(Hen OR Rooster)  ≠ Propagation of Chicken Race

So there you have it, you can finally rest easy from your childhood traumas of other eight-year-olds holding that over your head (or maybe that’s just me), with the sound logic and reasoning of the Chicken coming before the Egg.

Chisk finds themselves looking up into the cave’s mouth, the faint light from the outside streaming in. They feel the soft padding of the flowers beneath them.  The flowers must have broken their fall.  There was one problem, though.  They don’t remember falling down any holes.

Actually, this wasn’t the only problem.  There were many problems that were quickly rising up in Chisk’s mind.  They look around at the unfamiliar walls of the underground.  Or at least, they were somewhat familiar, but there was no way they could have suddenly ended up here again.  Unless all of the previous adventures had been just a dream and they only just now woke up.  It was possible, Chisk thought, that it all could have been premonitions of the future, but probably more likely that all of the previous events were just wishful thinking and what really lied beyond that dark and scary door at the end of the hall were things too sinister for Chisk’s already constantly troubled mind to comprehend.  Maybe if they just sit in the flowers, Chisk thinks, they won’t have to find out what really was past that door.  Maybe it’d be someone nice, instead of that mean flower they had met before.  But it was also possible it was the flower, if not something even worse.  If they just sat here, they’d never know the brave adventures that could take place down here.  But if they just sat there, they’d also never have to know the terrifying dangers that lurked in the waiting shadows.

Chisk sits there for a whole minute, completely still, until they hear groaning from slightly behind them. Chisk scrambles to get off of whatever they were sitting on.  Was it a monster?  And not the friendly kind they had probably dreamed about?

Looking at the spot they had just been in, they see another child lying face down in the flowers. They hadn’t realized it, but Chisk hadn’t just landed in the patch of yellow flowers, but had also been sitting on Frara’s torso.  Chisk runs back over to their friend, reaching to help them up but hesitates, not sure if Frara would be mad that Chisk had accidentally been sitting on them.  They flusteredly sign several apologies before realizing that Frara hadn’t actually lifted their head yet and wouldn’t be able to see Chisk signing.

They want to help Frara up, but they had already just been standing there like an idiot for several seconds doing nothing.  Would Frara think it was weird?  They probably would.  First sitting on them, and then just hovering over them awkwardly?  It was more than weird, it was completely stupid of them.

Chisk had begun vibrating slightly as Frara finally raise their head out of the flowers and dirt.  Frara groans again as they get up, looking around at the first room.  “Where are we?” Frara demands, confused at their abrupt return to the start of the underground.  They then see Chisk standing next to them, shaking silently, their eyes staring off into space from worry.

Frara approaches Chisk, reading their expression and body language like a book.  They energetically hug Chisk, calming them down and letting them know that whatever they were worried about, they were forgiven.  Chisk’s vibrating gets stronger, but they sign a small thank you and timidly stick close to Frara’s side while Frara examines the room.

“Looks like we’re back where we started.”

Frara begins to make way for the dark and looming door but Chisk falls behind, afraid of what might be beyond it.  Frara sees this and walks back over to Chisk, reassuring them that it’ll all be okay as long as they stick together.  Chisk remains still a bit longer, and then crouches down, offering to carrying their short pal on their back like their dream.  Only it probably wasn’t a dream, since Frara remembers it.  Unless you can share dreams?

Frara brings Chisk’s focus back as they climb up on their back.  Chisk then strides forward into the dark hallway through the door, hanging onto Frara’s legs while Frara wraps their little arms around Chisk’s shoulders.

They could hear echoes of yelling and screaming rumbling through the narrow walk.  Traversing their way back through the ruins, the duo tentatively approach the source of the echoes.

“FRISK I SWEAR TO GOD GIVE IT BACK.”

I’ll give it back in exchange for a smooch, Frisk silently signs back.

“Chara, don’t you have like a whole bottomless box full of chocolate bars?” Asriel comments.

“THIS IS THE LAST OF THE BEST KIND!” Chara yells back.  “nnNNOO FRISK!! DON’T EAT IT!”  Chara tackles Frisk to the ground, reaching for the bar of pure goodness while Frisk keeps it out of arm’s reach, giggling all the while.

All three kids freeze when they see the two new kids, a tall one giving a shorter one a piggyback ride.

The five of them stare at each other for a few seconds before Frara breaks the silence with a, “Howdy!”

Chara had gotten up and exchanges a surprised look with Asriel.  Frisk waves a happy hand with a simple, “HI!” in response.

Just drew these up today.  Gotta say, this was a ton of fun to do (despite it having taken most of the day, ehehe...).  Dunno if I’ll do more, though (unless people want me to do more, of course ;D)

Inspired by the Portal 2 comic: LAB RAT

Been a while since I drew this guy

I’ll get back to drawing stuff for PortalTale (or Portale, as some have mentioned) as well as drawing other stuff, right after I actually make some headway on my fanfic.  “Part 2″ (but not really) starts next chapter and I’m still ironing out the plan and just... bleh.  All this Chara Protection Squad stuff has oddly not been conducive for writing this fic that totally isn’t a Chara/Frisk shipfic hahahaha

PortalTale is one of my favorite crossover AUs

For @underchara​

Your drawing style is adorable and amazing and I could really learn a lot from someone like you!

I especially love how poofy you make their hair, hence the impossibly-floofy-haired Frisk there, lol

Chapters: 2/18 Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chara & Frisk Characters: Frisk (Undertale), Chara (Undertale), Original Characters, Sans (Undertale) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Post-Pacifist Route, Post-Genocide Route, Post-Canon, Female Frisk Summary:

“You are above the consequences” Post true-pacifist... and post genocide. Frisk has sold their soul to Chara, who now has the ability to possess and control their body, and otherwise linger around in Frisk's mind as though they were two joined souls. ...Except Human souls can't absorb other human souls, right?

Another adventure ensues as the Monsters have finally made it to the surface and have entered the domain of Humans. Even after some time, the two societies have not quite embraced each other so readily, though there is little friction between them. Threatened by Chara's wrath and with a whole new spectrum of soul-types and powerful magic revealed, it's up to Frisk to save the world of both Monsters and Humans...

...From herself.