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ABOUT: Sans
Known as Void!Sans or Player!Sans - (I still can't decide)
Has no emotions due to his lack of a soul
Absorbs the emotions of those around him, making them feel neutral or void
When around the [Player], he doesn't absorb emotions so easily by being around people, when around the [Player] he has to be physically touching someone to absorb their emotion
He does not feel the emotions he absorbs
He isolates himself to avoid taking people's happiness and joy
As Sans does not have his soul, he can not use magic, at least, not exactly
Without his soul, Sans began to feel cold so he changed his outfit
ABOUT:
Background Lore
[Player]
Frisk - NOT OUT
A/N: Feel free to send in asks about the au or sans!
Fandom: UnderTale - Player:[VOIDTALE]
TW: Spiraling Mental Health, mentions of dissociating (not DID)
POV: Void!Sans or Player:[VOIDTALE] Sans
He couldn’t take it anymore. Days blurred together in his dissociated state of mind. It was monotonous.
Objectively, he knew there were other timelines but he could not recall seeing them with his own eyes. Perhaps he had some long time ago.
What even was time in the context of so many RESETs?
If he had, he’d long forgotten it in the face of so many genocides.
He could hear the familiar call of his brother from outside of his bedroom door. He was tired. Stars above, he was so fucking tired.
What was the point in anything if this was what it led to?
He used to believe the anomaly would grow bored of the same thing everytime. How wrong he was.
Now he questioned if the anomaly even had a higher level of conscious, was the anomaly an entity capable of thought? Or was the anomaly an ‘it’, like a parasite, something that needed violence like a fish needed water, a human needed air? Could the anomaly get bored?
Was Frisk, the child, conscious of the actions the anomaly made? Could Frisk fight the control? If Frisk could, did Frisk care to? Did the kid let this happen, give in willingly?
Loud knocking disrupted his chaotic thoughts. He let out a groan of a response so his brother knew he was up and did not need to be dragged out of bed.
He let himself fall into that hazy, dissociative state of mind once more, going about this day the same way he had for every RESET before.
It took him a bit to notice through his hazy mind.
…
The kid was late…
Next Chapter: [2] -WIP-
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Sea au Kouyou for @yebyyhfushi !!! Thank you for letting me do her design!! 💥💥
Frisk from my undertale au: Player:[VOIDTALE]
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this got longer than I expected, but I had the idea and I had to write it! I don't normally write child characters, but I like how this little universe is turning out
Chuuya x reader, reader and Chuuya have a child together, nickname 'angel' used
Divider by @/cafekitsune
"Chuu, why is Kiko carrying around a limited edition Pokémon plushie that's bigger than she is?" You lean against the study door frame, admiring the sight of your boyfriend at his desk, leaning back in his chair with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He turns at the sound of your voice, a soft smile crossing his face.
He beckons you over, letting you slot between his legs and wrapping his arms around you, "Hey, angel. We missed you today."
You can't help but melt at his words, especially when he nuzzles into your tummy, hands resting on your lower back. You stroke a hand over ginger locks, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of his head, "I missed you too. Now, answer my question. A Pikachu met me at the door instead of our daughter."
Honestly, the sight had been hilarious. A giant plushie, with two little legs sticking out of the bottom and two little hands clinging onto the yellow fabric. A bright, happy greeting from behind the plushie made your chest warm, as did the huge smile splitting Kiko's face when you relieved her of the giant toy.
Chuuya lets out a laugh, blue eyes shining with mirth, "We went out today, and you know Pikachu is her favourite. She was looking at it; what was I supposed to do?"
You can't fault him - not that you were in the first place. It's lucky for you both that Kiko doesn't have a penchant for evil, because those big eyes and squishy cheeks could convince you to do just about anything. Chuuya especially is physically incapable of refusing her anything, even if the only way she asks for it is by staring longingly. Clearly, that's what happened today.
"How did you even get it home?" You knew they were planning to use the subway, and you were pretty sure they wouldn't have gotten far with Kiko's new friend in tow.
Chuuya smirks up at you, "Being an executive has its perks."
You roll your eyes, "I don't think the boss expects you to use Port Mafia resources to transport giant plushies."
"Pretty sure he said our subordinates were at our disposal. Today, I needed help transporting precious cargo." Whether he was referring to the plushie, or to Kiko, you weren't sure. Probably both.
A rush of affection leads you to drop another kiss on his head, cradling the back of his head in one hand. Nobody ever expects Chuuya to be like this; soft, relaxed. It's a side of him precious few get to see, and you always consider it a privilege to be one of those allowed to sneak beneath the mask he wears for the rest of the world.
"Angel, you haven't been into our room yet, have you?" You narrow your eyes at his playful tone, and he just stares up at you, blue eyes big and 'innocent'. He keeps talking, and you can tell he's trying to hold back a smile.
Slowly, you come to a realisation, "You didn't ..."
The smile he's no longer able to hide says it all. You pull away from him and rush out of the room, hearing him laugh behind you. Moments later, you're standing in your bedroom, staring at a plushie the same size as Kiko's, except this one is your favourite Pokémon. You feel something bump into you, and you find Kiko behind you, still carrying her Pikachu.
"Mama, we got it special for you!" She's peeking out from behind her plushie, and she sounds so excited.
Chuuya appears behind her, resting a hand on her head, "She insisted that if she was getting one, Mama had to have one too."
Every time you think you can't love them more, they do something to prove you wrong. You remove the plushie from Kiko, placing it on the bed next to yours so you can lift her into your arms and snuggle her close, "Thank you, baby." You look at Chuuya, watching the two of you with such love that you swear you can see hearts, "Thanks to you too, Chuu."
"Anything for my girls." He steps closer, wrapping you up in his arms and you know he means every word.
Ages ago I went to a flying tiger and saw these..... and I was like "the universe is giving me a skk sign"