>>80362221
lol is that the "naked and belligerent" woman who went mad when he husband wouldn't fuck her?

Oh boy! Another milestone thread. I've been waiting for a while to post this one.

>>80362252
I'd love to be her new husband

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>>80362187
Haven't even noticed we hit 1100 that's neat

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>>80362228
Hometown Musical

>Torial eagerly emerges from the school's copy room with a stack of flyers under one arm and a rolled up poster in the other. She sweeps the halls and classrooms hours before school starts, hanging up so many flyers that they couldn't be avoided. She might of overdone it a bit, but that's how excited she was about the news—it's only every two years the school gets to do this. Finally, she exhausts all of her stack, and now she puts up the final piece. She unfurls the poster and affixes it to the grand bulletin board at the entrance, so that it's the first thing every student will see. And there in all its magnificence it reads: "Biennial Regional Talent Show! Represent your school against all others and take home the gold!" with a collage of pictures from the last time.

>>80362295
>Torial

>>80362295
(2/?)
>"Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!" everyone in class yaps away with each other in between periods before the lessons begin.
>"Alright class, please settle down," Alphys drags her feet though the door with her morning coffee in hand, trying to wake up.
>Her students quiet and give her their full attention.
>"First order of business. I'm sure you're all aware of the biennial talent show for our school district this year?"
>So many flyers plaster the walls that you couldn't see the paint anymore. It was so much that even though one flyer just peeled off and fell to the floor there were still others behind it.
>"Well I'm obligated to tell you that if you would like to join, just take one of the flyers you see all around and fill it out and... yes Tem?" Alphys calls on Tem who's holding a paw up.
>"What's the talent show supposed to be about!?" she asks.
>"Well, the talent show is supposed to be a team effort. So we take volunteers from our school and make a team, and then it's really up to you to decide what you want to do. Last time our senior class put on a magic show for example."
>"Did they win!?"
>"No. Alright! So once again, if you're interested just fill out a form and bring it here. Students who participate will also receive two tests scores worth of participation points, so for those of you who may be falling behind," she gives Susie a prodding glance "now's your chance to bump those grades up before report cards come due."
>Susie rolls her eyes understanding she's talking about her.

>>80362311
(3/?)
>Her students line up at the desk to turn in their forms, and Alphys takes a minute to count them all.
>"Oh! Looks like everyone's volunteered this year. Wonderful! That'll make this a lot easier," she was pleased to see that she would not have to divide the class (it would have been a pain to lead team practice AND plan busy-work for those who sat out).
>"Well then! All that's left is to decide on what kind of 'talent' we want to bring to the 'show' hehehe..."
>"So what should we do guys?" Noelle asks for everyone opinion.
>"I think an expert display of speedrunning would make a thrilling show. You wouldn't believe how fast I can clear Dragon Blazers!" Berdly suggests.
>"Are you kidding Berdly!? Playing video games isn't talent!" Jockington yells at him.
>"Oh yeah? Well what talent do you have Jockington?"
>"I'm pro at shooting hoops. We should put on a huge basketball show, like the Harlem Globetrotters do—I could show you all their tricks! Besides, most people would rather watch sports than a nerd playing a video game."
>"Nobody likes sports anymore!"
>"Regular people do!"
>"You mean normies!"
>"TEM JUST WANT'S TO DANCE!" Tem hops up on her desk and starts jiving.

>>80362311
>>"What's the talent show supposed to be about!?" she asks.
That's not how Tem talk

>>80362335
(4/?)
>All hell breaks loose. As class devolves into arguing about what they should do, Alphys sighs as she slowly drags the facepalm down her eyes.
>"Alright, alright, that's enough!" she breaks through the noise, and everyone goes silent.
>"Since no one can agree to anything, here's what we're going to do," she pulls out a box from under her desk, "everyone tear a slip of paper from a flyer and write down what they think this year's talent show should be. Then come put it in the box, and once everyone's done that I'll randomly pick one, and that'll be it! Ok?"
>Everyone complies. They all jot down their choices and turn them in at the box.
>"Everyone got their choice in...? Good. Ok, here I go," Alphys covers her eyes with a hand and digs through the box before the class.
>But unbeknownst to them, she wasn't really hiding her eyes. She could still peek straight down her chest and peer into the box, seeing all that her students put in. Her hand was really just there to hide the fact from them. Just look at all the bullshit these kids wrote: "speedrunning", "hotdog eating contest", "furthest spitter", "standup comedy", "you smell". None of this is remotely good... except for one: "musical". Little did they know, Alphys had put in an idea of her own: a musical as it were. At first she felt a bit bad about it, but after reading all these retarded ideas, there was no guilt. Would it really be so bad if she just "happened" to pick her paper? These kids would benefit to learn a thing or two about the fine arts.
>"And the winner is" she pulls out a slip and reads it in hand, "a musical!" Alphys grins while holding up her choice.
>"A musical?" "I guess that's fine" "Does this mean Tem still gets to dance!?" "At least it's not Berdly's idea!" class seemed to accept the results.
>"Then it's settled! This year's team Hometown will put on a musical for the talent show! We'll iron out the details later, but for now let's continue yesterday's reading."

>>80362368
(5/?)
>And so class carries on as normal for the remainder of the day...

>Bells ring signaling school's end and everyone packs their bags and shuffle out the doors. Alphys stays behind dreaming at her computer. She was dreading the talent show at first, but now she was getting excited. As a child she always dreamed of being a ballerina, but as an adult she amounted to nothing but a public school teacher. Now however was her chance. A chance to taste just a little bit of that dream. Although she can't be a ballerina now, she has an opportunity to direct the greatest ballet the world has ever seen. Oh to be one of the greats, like Julius Reisinger and Pyotr Tchaikovsky with their Swan Lake. To be regarded as highly as them. The fame! The accolades!
>"Miss Alphys, I'd like to talk about the talent show," Susie's voice suddenly bursts her dream bubble.
>"Oh! What is it Susie?" they're the last ones in the room.
>"This whole musical thing. Singing and dancing. That's not really my style. And it's kind of gay."
>Alphys blood pressure spikes—how dare she insult the arts like this!
>"So, yeah, if it's ok with you I'm just gonna sit this one out."
>Alphys takes a moment to collect herself.
>"Well Susie, as your counselor I must advise against this," she's not getting out of this one "I didn't want to bring it up in front of the class, but with your grades as they are now, if you don't earn these participation points, then I'm afraid you're going to fail the semester."
>"What!? Seriously!?"
>"Yes. You need them if you just want to barely get by."
>*Sigh...* "fine, but can I just be like a tree or something in the background? I don't want a lot of lines."
>"We'll work something out. Don't worry, it'll be fun!"

>>80362405
(6/?)
>SIX WEEKS UNTIL THE TALENT SHOW:

>Class is gathered in the gym for the first day of practice. All last night, Alphys poured her whole heart and soul into writing an original script for them. An old script that she had drafted long ago, and only now just dusted off to put the finishing touches on. She was very proud of her work. A story so great, so beautiful, so deep. The score. The choreography. The passion! Everything was perfect. There's no way they could loose with a script like this. All they had to do was master it. And with her knowledge and expertise, coaching them should be no problem at all.
>"THIS is the script!?" Jockington exclaims as Alphys hands out huge stacks of paper to everyone.
>"Actually this is just part one."
>"THERE'S MORE!?"
>Class wasn't too sure about what they were getting into.
>"Now don't worry! I know it may seem like a lot, but it's not actually. Most of it is just diagrams and illustrations for how the choreography should look. Now tell me, does anyone know anything about the great art of ballet?" Alphys quizzes them.
>Everyone just sort of stands there looking lost with blank fluoride-addled stares.
>"Ok. Well, you've at least HEARD of one of the great ballets, right?"
>Nobody says a thing.
>"La Sylphide? Coppélia? The Right of Spring?" she rattles off a few.
>Everyone remains silent.
>"Swan Lake? The Nutcracker? Sleeping Beauty? C'mon!"
>A bit of drool escapes from Tem's gaping mouth.
>*Sigh* Alphys face palms, "it's fine, it's fine. That's why I'm here—to teach you after all!"

>>80362405
>Alphys blood pressure spikes—how dare she insult the arts like this!
That's not how Alphys act

>>80362426
(7/?)
>And so it begins. Over the coming weeks Alphys tried her hardest to train them. But as time went on, it became increasingly obvious that her class was retarded. Constantly, they'd make the same basic mistakes. Constantly, she'd be repeating herself. And never did they learn. Everything she says seems to go through one ear and out the other. And what's worse, was that they didn't even seem to give a damn! Catti was always distracted on her phone. Susie thought she was too cool and only bothered to do the bare minimum. Berdly acts like he's the star of the show, constantly stepping out of line to steal the limelight. And the chatter! Just "yap-yap-yap-yap!" all the time. No focus at all. Their dysfunction slowly wore away at her. Time was ticking down and they were getting nowhere! Alphys originally walked into this with high hopes that her ballet would finally get a chance to shine, but now her face began to show how jaded she become. It was all so tiresome.

>Alphys tosses and turns one night in her sleep. Ever since practice began, the nightmares have been getting worse. It always starts the same, but then a progresses little bit further each time. She's a child again—and she's a ballerina. Dancing a ballet on stage surrounded by an endless black void. All alone, but in her own world. She felt joy. But then the music cuts off and she is suddenly thrown off balance. She falls, and then looks up from the ground. And from the darkest depth of the void, she spots a pair of piercing red eyes watching her. She was not alone. They strike a primordial fear in her as it stares back. It's too much.
>*GASP* Alphys suddenly wakes and jerks up in bed.
>"Nuhh... what's wrong baby?" she roused Undyne who was sleeping right beside her.
>"Nothing... just another nightmare."
>"Awww, I know what will make it all better," Undyne pulls Alphys in and gives her a kiss, "better?"
>"Better."
>"Come here then," and Undyne cuddles her back to sleep

>>80362459
(8/?)
>Another day of practice and class is arranged in a neatly ordered line, trying to execute a particular movement that required everyone dance in perfect harmony. But then, in the middle of it, Berdly suddenly breaks ranks and starts doing a completely different dance.
>"Berdly! What are you doing!?" Alphys yells.
>"I'm krumping, can't you see!?"
>"Kr—what? Knock it off Berdly! That's not part of the script!"
>"I can't help it Miss Alphys. When I feel the passion come on, I just have to let my heart take the wheel, and this is what it wants!"
>The rest of them giggle as he keeps krumping on stage. Alphys face starts to go red. The disrespect! Her fist tremble as she clutches harder. She had reached her limit.
>"QUIT SCREWING AROUND!" Alphys chucks her clipboard at the wall.
>*GASP!* shocking everyone with her sudden outburst.

>>80362478
(9/?)
>Catti starts filming on her cell phone.
>"Are you getting this?" "Shhhh!" "Shut up dude, don't get us caught!" her classmates whisper at the start.
>"FUCK YOU! Fucking asshole," hidden vertical video footage of Alphys blowing up on Berdly. https://youtu.be/9E62iA6KCIQ
>"Who the hell do you think you are!? You any kind of artist? Anybody know who you are? Who are you? WHO ARE YOU!? You miserable presumptuous no-talent! You're no artist. An artist respects the ballet that serves as the foundation of all dance! You OBVIOUSLY don't have the talent. You don't have enough respect for yourself or other people, or what it is to express yourself. In dance or any other form of creativity! And I'm a NYU ballet school graduate! Sucka! And the School of Visual Arts. And the Academy of Art University San Francisco! YOU SUCK! You're no talent! If you really had talent, go practice! And then get yourself a gig. Instead of ruining my fucking musical! You DISGRACE! You're everything that's gone wrong in this world! You're self-consumed, no-talent mediocre piece of shit! And I've earned my right to say it! Ok!? I had 200 thousand people watching me! I walked Natalia Makarova up onstage. Who the fuck are you!? I knew Gerald Arpino from 1988! Who the fuck are you!? You're NOTHING! You're NOTHING! You are nothing. And you will never be anything. NEVER! How dare you...! How dare you. Miserable mediocre nothing. Shame on you."
>Berdly just stands there trying his best not to crack up.
>"Crack stupid little smile..." she grumbles, "Go learn to dance. Go learn to dance! You're terrible! You can't even carry a fucking fouetté. I don't care about your little toes, it doesn't mean you know how to dance. You're terrible! I'm trained classically, I'm trained contemporaneously, and you SUCK!" Alphys finally notices the camera, "are you fucking filming this—!?" and Catti suddenly cuts the recording off.

>>80362274
Welcome back retard, you still haven't got a job?

>>80362495
(10/?)
>"If none of you are going to take this seriously, then I'll make you take it seriously!" Alphys addresses the whole class, "guess what? Your finals? You can forget about the finals! This musical will be your final. And if you can't get it right, then all of you can fail my class!"
>"What!?" "Are you serious!?" "You can't do this!" everyone complains.
>"Oh I certainly can!"
>"Miss Alphys, this isn't fair! I work hard for my grades. You can't just ignore all the work we've done over this one thing!" Noelle argues.
>"Well that's too bad. Life isn't fair! I'm afraid you'll just have to learn that the hard way. Now if you don't want to fail, then you'd all better lock the fuck in!"
>And from then on, everything changed. Alphys became a tyrant over her class, and everyone did as she said, because now their grades depended on it...

>>80362524
(11/?)
>Another restless night and Alphys tosses and turns in her dreams again. Same as before, she's faced with those piercing red eyes. And as the fear takes hold, she climbs to her feet and begins running. Running as far as she could. The clothes rip from her back as she flees—yet she continues on. Running naked for her life through the darkness. It's cold. She has no idea where to turn. She slips and falls—she's going to be caught! But when she looks behind, the eyes were gone. Instead a van now lie before her. And as its window slowly rolls down. A rose in her heart withers and dies.
>*GASP* Alphys wakens suddenly again, and she jumps out of bed for the bathroom.
>She hyperventilates in front of the medicine cabinet mirror. That was the worst one yet. Alphys heads for the kitchen once the initial shock wears off. Making a ruckus as she rummages around for her drinks. She retrieves a bottle of vodka and shot class, pouring one out for herself. She takes the glass but hesitates; choosing to drink straight from the bottle instead.
>"What's wrong Alphys?" Undyne followed her out of bed, standing beneath the doorframe.
>"Nothing."
>"Another nightmare?"
>"..."
>"Alphys... I'm worried about you. You've not been the same lately. What's wrong?"
>"..."
>"It's ok. You can tell me anything."
>"It's..."
>Undyne smiles, she's about to make a breakthrough.
>"It's nothing! Alright!?"
>And her smile turns back into a frown as she turned out to be wrong.
>"Fine... I'll just go back to bed then. Don't drink yourself death out here," clutching her skimpy nightgown as she walks back to their chambers.
>Alphys turns around and returns to nursing from the bottle...

>>80362543
(12/?)
>"NO NO NO NO!" another day, and Alphys screams at Monster Kid, "how many times do we have to go over this!? You're supposed to execute the plié AFTER the octave shift! THEN extend into a demi-plié, and a controlled relevé, so that your port de bras is fluid and the épaulement is precise! If you don't, then you can't maintain turnout from the hips. And when you execute the plié in the second position, you're supposed to end it in an arabesque en pointe BEFORE THE THIRD STANZA! ON THE X! THAT MARKS THE SPOT! ON THE STAGE! RIGHT THERE! HOW HARD IS THAT TO GET!?"
>Alphys is short of breath after that long tirade. She waits for Monster Kid to respond.
>*Sniffle* "uh-uhhh..." Monster Kid quivers, on the brink of tears, "w-w-w-what's an octave?"
>"haaaaaaa..." Alphys takes a deep breath, "hoooooooo..." and exhales.
>She calmly gets up, collapses the folding chair she was sitting in, and then grabs it by the legs and starts swinging it against other chairs in a fit of impotent rage.
>"MISS ALPHYS!" suddenly a voice shouts out at her from behind.
>Toriel just happened to stop by and has caught Alphys red-handed.
>"T-these kids aren't listening to a thing I say!" Alphys tries to make excuses.
>"No Alphys! This is not appropriate behavior for a teacher! I want to see you. In my office. Now!"
>"Looks like someone's in trouble," Susie leans in, whispering to Kris.
>Alphys heard that and her head snaps back at her glaring. Susie darts her eyes away avoiding eye contact.

>>80362570
(13/?)
>Back in the office, Alphys sits quietly across from Toriel at her desk, about to get a stern talking to.
>"So what's the problem here?" Alphys wasn't talking so Toriel pries into her.
>"Nothing, I'm just... stressed out a lot right now."
>"You can't loose your cool like that—"
>"I know! I'm sorry."
>"What could have possible happened to make you act this way?"
>"These kids can't follow basic directions."
>"If you're having discipline problems with your students, there's a process. You give them warnings, you write them up, you give them detention, you send them to me. You don't just explode like that!"
>"I know... I'm sorry..."
>Toriel sighs, "so what's really going on?"
>"Nothing's wrong."
>"I've never seen you like that before, something's wrong."
>"Everything's fine."
>"... Well if you don't want to talk about it, then I don't feel comfortable sending you back out there."
>"What's that supposed to mean?"
>"It means you can't go back to work. I'm putting you on payed administrative leave."
>"That's not necessary!"
>"Clearly it is. Whatever personal problems you're having, it's affecting your work! Just take some time off to deal with it, and I'll teach your class in the meantime..."

>>80362606
(14/?)
>Alphys lingers outside with her back to the school after just having been kicked out.
>"FUCK!" she yells into the wind.

>"Alright class, Miss Alphys will be taking a little bit of time off. So that means I'll be your teacher until further notice," Toriel gives them the news.
>"Thank God!"
>"So what are we practicing right now, if I may ask?" Toriel inquires.
>"I've got... the script... right here!" Susie comes out grunting between words as she hauls all of Alphys' ridiculously long script in a wheelbarrow.
>She parks it right in front of Toriel with a huge thud.
>"Oh my!" Toriel was shocked by just how long it was.
>She reads the title: Sorrow of the Black Swan (story and ballet by Alphys feat. composition by Ludovico Einaudi). And she flips through a few pages trying to decipher it.
>"Wow... uhh... this is some pretty advanced stuff. I'm not sure how she expected all of you to pull this off. I certainly couldn't!"
>"I know, right!?"
>"Well this won't do. I won't subject all of you to this."
>"Then what should we do?"
>"Hmmm... well as luck would have it, I happen to have written a play myself a while back. I made it for my elementary class, but it should certainly work for you..."

>>80362635
(15/?)
>THREE WEEKS UNTIL THE TALENT SHOW:

>Alphys breaks out a cardboard box full of of memorabilia where she found her old script. She flips through a bunch of photos of her ballet days, taking a stroll down memory lane.
>"What're you doing Alphys?" Undyne playfully comes up from behind and wraps her arms around her.
>"Oh! Uh, just looking at some of my old year books."
>Undyne glances over her shoulder at some of the photos she had out.
>"You never told me you were in ballet!"
>"Y-yeah. I guess it just never came up till now. Hey! Do you want some drinks?" Alphys tries to change the subject.
>"Sure, I'd like one."
>"Alright, I'll be right back!" Alphys takes off for the kitchen.
>Undyne pulls out a seat and starts going through the photos without her. Alphys was absolutely ballet crazy and a child. Just about everything revolved around ballet. Old family photos. Ballet posters hanging on her bedroom walls. Her wardrobe filled with ballerina costumes. Ballerina themed birthday parties. Always trying to strike a ballerina pose in a picture. Back to school photos of her showing off her ballerina themed backpack and school supplies. She looked so happy back then. Her face was beaming! It gave Undyne a smile.

>>80362656
(16/?)
>She skims through her high school year books now, and notices something. No more ballet stuff—and her beaming smile: gone. Alphys looked more gloomy in her photos now, and her smiles seemed forced. It wasn't the bright little ballerina girl she saw before. Curious, Undyne investigates further. And going backwards K thru 12 she discovers that sometime around middle school, her ballerina obsession suddenly disappears and her demeanor changed. That was odd. Did she just grow out of it? Then Undyne turns a page and she sees a group photo of Alphys' gym class. But what was striking, is that the face of a man standing behind them was aggressively blotted out with black ink. Strange. Undyne continues investigating, and finds more of these photos, of presumably the same man, blotted out in her middle school year books.
>"Hope you like pina coladas!" Alphys returns with a pair of cocktails in hand.
>"Hey Alphys, who's this guy that's crossed out?"
>Alphys looks at what she was talking about and goes silent. Her cheerful mood turns sour.
>"Nobody... just this teacher I didn't like in middle school."
>"Oh... what was he like?"
>"Just some asshole, it's nothing," Alphys was clearly hiding something...

>>80362676
(17/?)
>Berdly and Noelle stand center stage under a pair of spotlights. His costume: a sharp-looking pin suit reminiscent of the fall season, with accents of red, orange, and yellow, and a top hat to tie it together. And Noelle dressed in a gown of snow. Toriel taps away on the piano at the side of the stage as Berdly sings.
>"Ohhhhhh! I am Mr. Autumn and I'm here to wish you well! Colorful leaves and a nice cool breeze is what I have to sell!"
>"A nice cool breeze? Surly you jest! I'm Miss Winter and that's what I do best!"
>"My my you're right! What a fool I am! No one does cool quite like Miss Winter can! But that's not all—I have one more: a bountiful harvest and food galore!"
>"A feast for our friends? What a delight!"
>"Oh just you wait, it'll be a sight!"
>"Ok, I've waited enough. So where is this feast?"
>"Look now and see, for here is my bountyyyy!" Berdly swings his arm out wide, gesturing stage right.
>Spotlights shine on an empty spot, awaiting the next actor to make his appearance.
>"..." any moment now and he'll step our into the limelight.
>"..." Toriel's piano playing trails off as nothing is happens.
>"..." maybe he just missed his cue; Toriel waves to Berdly to start from the top.
>"And here is my bountyyyyy!" he sings again.
>"..." still nothing.

>>80362690
(18/?)
>"Kris dear! That's your cue!" Toriel calls out.
>Kris glares across the opposite end of the stage stage at Susie and the rest of his peers who snicker at him from afar. And he grumbles with a big grumpy frown as he waddles out on stage like an infant, over encumbered in a big fat pumpkin costume that he could hardly move in.
>"Ooooh~ there's my little pumpkin," Toriel utters under her breathe at how adorable he was.
>Her fingers tap away at the keys again, picking up where they left off. Kris lets out a sigh and then begins.
>*mumble... grumble... grumble...*
>"Kris dear! We can't hear you. You need to speak up!"
>Kris lets out an even deeper sigh, and with lazy monotone voice, he sings.
>"I'm a lil' pumpkin, round and plump. I live in the garden with a gentle bump. My mommy says I have a friendly face. Can't wait for Halloween to take my place. I'm a lil' pumpkin, round and plump. Sitin' in the garden on my rump, rump, rump," and with those last few lines, Kris spins around and swings his tuchus left and right as the script prescribes.
>"BWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Susie busts out laughing uncontrollably at him.
>"Grrrrr!" Kris shoots her the red eye as she laughs her ass off.

>>80362712
(19/?)
>*Ding-dong! Ding-dong!* the school bell chimes.
>"Oh, that's the bell! Good job today everyone. You're all doing great! I'll see you again next time and we'll continue where we left off," Toriel dismisses class.
>Everyone clears the room, except for Kris who fell behind. He can't move fast enough in his pumpkin costume to keep up with everyone. And as he slowly waddles away for the changing room backstage, Berdly sneaks up and gets down on all fours, and then Susie rushes out from behind the curtains and shoves Kris back. He stumbles and trips over Berdly, falling on his back. The two laugh and point at him as he can't get up. Stuck like a turtle on its back. They ditch him, and Kris is left there struggling until Toriel returns several minutes later checking in on the place.
>"Oh, there you are Kris! I was looking for you! Quit fooling around, we've got church service to go to."
>"Reeeeeeeeee!" he screeches.

>>80362728
(20/?)
>Toriel meets with Alphys for some tea one day after school in the office.
>"So, how have you been lately Alphys?"
>"I've been doing well! This break what just what I needed. Thank you!"
>An electric tea kettle gradually comes to a boil in the background.
>"I'm glad to hear it."
>"So, how's my class been treating you?"
>"Oh it's been fun! I do enjoy watching their progress."
>"... And how much have they progressed? They've at least gotten down part one by now, right? Are they doing their—"
>"I think I have everything under control Alphys. No need to worry. Was there anything else you'd like to talk about?"
>"Well... now that I'm feeling much better, I was just thinking that maaaaybe I'm ready to come back to work now?"
>"... I think it's best you finish the rest of your leave before coming back."
>"But I'm ready now! See? I'm calm! I'm happy!"
>"Yeah..." Toriel was not buying that, "well you might think you're ready, but have you considered the feelings of your students? They might still need time."
>"I'm sure they miss me too!"
>"Ummmmm—" Toriel didn't want to offend.
>*Ding!* the kettle finishes.
>"Ah! Our tea is ready!" Toriel jumps at the opportunity to change the subject.
>"Oh! Let me get that for you!" Alphys offers to serve her.
>"Thank you dear."
>Alphys walks behind to pour their drinks.
>"How many sugars do you take with it?"
>"Two please!"
>Alphys plops two sugar cubes in Toriel's tea, but then with a sleight of hand, she also pulls a little plastic baggie out of her sleeve. She opens it over Toriel's cup, and pours a strange white powder into it.
>"Here you are!" Alphys hands Toriel her tea.
>"Thank you dear."
>Alphys sits back down.
>"Anyway, I know I might of come off a bit strong. But I do really care about these kids. I won't pester you any more, but just... consider it, ok?"
>"Thank you Alphys. I'm glad you understand," and then Toriel takes a sip of her tea.

>>80362746
(21/?)
>The following morning Toriel is hunched over vomiting into the toilet.
>*Cough! Cough! Cough!* "Guhhh..."
>"Mom? Are you ok?" Kris asks through the door.
>"Uhhh... no dear, I'm sick—hrmp!" suddenly she lunges back down to throw up again "ohhh..." she groans, "K-Kris? Bring me the phone please."
>Alphys rests in an antique armchair in front of a roaring fireplace illuminating a dark room. She stares long and hard into the flames with an intensity. A fiery rage building up behind her eyes. And yet she waits patiently. Unmoving. Just waiting for the call.
>*Ring, ring, ring*
>The phone line on the table besides her goes off and she takes it without so much as a glance or a moment's hesitation.
>"Hello there. This is Alphys speaking. How can I help you?"
>"Alphys... it's me."
>"Oh Toriel! Is something wrong? You sound terrible!"
>"Hahhhh... I'm sick."
>"Oh dear, I'm so sorry to hear that."
>"No. No I'm sorry... I—hrmp!" Toriel is heard off the phone hacking up into the toilet again, "guhhh—" *cough-cough!* "sorry... I know it's short notice... a-and I know I put you on leave. But I can't go to work like this" *cough-cough-cough!* "hrmmmm—!" *cough!* "... I need you to cover for me."
>"Of course Toriel! I'll be down there right away. You just drink more tea and take care of yourself today. Ok?"
>*Sniff* "uh-huh... t-thank you Alphys," and Toriel hangs up.
>Alphys puts the phone back on its receiver, and slowly she begins to smile. A twisted grin the the Grinch. The satisfaction of a plan well executed.

>>80362764
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>"Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!" the whole class gathers in the auditorium, yapping away with each other again until Toirel arrives.
>Kris runs up to them looking nervous.
>"Guys—!"
>"Oh, there you are Kris," Susie greets him, "we were just seeing who could go on saying 'blah' for the longest again."
>"No, you don't get it! It's Al—!"
>*SLAM* the gym doors violently burst open and seize everyone's attention. Alphys stand across from them with fierce eyes. Every step she took: methodical and echoing against the walls. No one dared move or say a word. She reaches the front of the stage and takes her seat.
>"Alright... let's see where you're all at. Show me what you can do now since I left."
>Everyone scrambles to their place. And once ready, Berdly begins.
>"Ohhhhh, I am Mr. Autumn and—"
>"Whoa-whoa-whoa! Hold on!" Alphys interrupts them, "what is this...?"
>"I-it's the new play Miss Dreemurr gave us," Noelle informs her.
>"Gimme that!" Alphys takes the script from her and skims over it, "... what is this drivel?"
>"I-it's the Four Seasons and Friends?"
>Alphys crumples it up and tosses it behind her.
>"Alright! All of you just practice your drills! I'm going to the copy room!"
>"Aww what!?" "No way!" "I just got my part down!" "I like this play better!" everyone starts complaining.
>Kris was the only one who seemed glad though. He tears off this pumpkin costume and starts stomping it on the floor.
>"QUIET ALL OF YOU!" Alphys snaps, "we're doing this MY WAY!" and she storms off, slamming the doors behind her.
>"... THIS IS FUCKING STUPID!" Susie blurts out once she thought Alphys was a safe distance away.

>>80362777
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>TWO WEEKS UNTIL THE TALENT SHOW

>With so little time remaining, Alphys cracks the whip hard. Drilling them to exhaustion. She sits at the front looking increasingly pissed off as they perform. They sing and dance with nervous sweat and forced smiles. Every little minutia, every little fuck-up. It made her blood boil. But she held her piece even though she so badly wanted to yell what they were doing wrong—they have to at least get through the act once without her interrupting. And finally they made it. The entire musical, start to finish. But it still wasn't good enough. It was still too sloppy. Too many mistakes. Too off-key. They sucked.

>*Clap... clap... clap...* someone in the back starts slow claping for them.
>Everyone turns to look—who could it possibly be?
>"Ugh... Ceroba," Alphys immediately recognizes who it was.
>Standing with this woman, was a whole cast of equally colorful characters.
>"Is that any way to greet an old friend?" she says.
>"What the hell do you want!?"
>"Oh nothing really. I just wanted to take my class on a little field trip to see what the competition's like this year. Can't say I'm impressed though."
>"We're working on it, alright!"
>"Ohohohohoh! Oh Alphys, you always thought you were sooooo good. Much better than you really are. I still remember the look on your face when you got passed over for me at Yellowtown!"
>"Uhh, who are these guys?" Susie whispers to Kris.
>"That's Yellowtown High. They're our school rivals."
>"'Rivals' is giving yourselves a bit too much credit, don't you think boy? That would imply you're actually good enough to pose us a threat!"
>"Like you're any better!" Alphys waves her off.
>"Oh but we are. Perhaps a little demonstration is in order? Ahem! Oh Cloverrrr~!" Ceroba calls on one of her students.

>>80362796
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>A little human boy in a cowboy hat steps fourth and presents himself in front of everybody. Everyone in Hometown watches him carefully. Just how good can he be anyway?
>"Show them what you can do."
>Lights dim and a spotlight is thrown on him. Clover drops to one knee, pulls his cowboy hat over his heart and sings: https://youtu.be/bbTWJTK2oCs?si=VgUBTpA0ABLiwFhG&t=104
>The pipes on this human! Everyone's jaws drop in awe. And once Clover concludes, he quietly rises from his knee, puts his cowboy hat back on, and flips all of them the bird.
>"What do you think of that?" Cerebo asks Alphys.
>"Uh-wha-du-ah-we-!" Alphys starts babbling, unable to formulate a comeback.
>"HAHAHAHA! You're speechless!" she laughs, "well whatever. We've seen enough. Come along class! Let's not linger in this dirty lower income town any longer," and she gathers all her students to leave.
>"Heh-heh! You're gonna get creamed!" "Yeah! You guys don't stand a chance!" "You losers might as well give up!" all of Clovers friends quip at them as they walk away.
>*Slam* the doors shut leaving all of them to themselves in silence.
>"... What just happened!?" Berdly yells in disbelief.

>>80362822
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>Moral was completely in the gutters over the coming days.
>"C'mon guys, we still got a little bit more time to get this down!" Alphys tries to rally the class.
>"What's the point... how are we ever supposed to compete with THAT?" Noelle seems to have lost all hope.
>They all mope around, unable to muster up the will to continue. There has to be something Alphys can do restore their faith.
>"If only we had someone as good as that Clover; someone so good they could carry us the whole game. Like how I carry my team in a Tf2 match. Then it wouldn't matter how bad we are," Berdly states.
>"... Say that again?" Alphys looks back at him wide-eyed.
>"How I'm the best player in every Tf2 match?"
>"No stupid! That other part!"
>"T-that if we had someone so good, it wouldn't matter how bad we are?"
>Alphys was in awe of Berdly's unexpected genius. For once in his life he said something useful. She might actually know someone who can help. There's still hope yet!

>>80362833
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>*Knock knock knock* Alphys knocks at the door of the oddly shaped house next to Asgore's.
>"W-who's there?" A timid voice answers through the door.
>"It's me, Alphys"
>"Alphys? Why are you here?"
>"I need a favor."
>"What kind of favor?"
>"I need you to sing—"
>"NO! Never again! I'll never perform ever again!"
>"... I need you to sing in a talent show with my class. I know with you on our side we can win."
>"I already told you, I never want to set foot on stage ever again!"
>"It's been years since then! Get over it already!"
>"N-no! I can't! And besides—that's cheating!"
>"What about everything I've done, huh!? Have you forgotten!? You OWE me after what I've done for you! Now open up you ungrateful prick!"
>"... F-fine," the door finally creeks open to Mettaton peeking his head out, "you're a monster, you know that?"

>>80362856
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>The following morning Alphys introduces him to the class.
>"Alright class, allow me to introduce you to our new 'student' Mettaton!"
>"H-hi" he meekly waves to them.
>"Hello Mr. Mettaton," everyone greets him.
>"Why haven't we seen you before?" Monster Kid asks.
>"Because I... never really leave the house," it sounded bad saying it out loud, "b-but that doesn't matter! Because I'm here to help you win!"
>"How?"
>"Mettaton just happens to be the best musician I've ever known," Alphys says, "Clover's got nothing on Mettaton here. I guarantee it."
>Everyone's faces lit up. Now this was just something they had to see.
>"Go on Mettaton, show them what you can do."
>"R-right," and Mettaton fetches an electric guitar.
>He nervously tunes his instrument, and once ready, takes a deep breath and lets it rip. He plays a short little rock balled. And his voice! That range! That little spice of vocal fry! It was enough to make you cry. Everyone claps as he concludes.
>"That was amazing!"
>"Thank you. I do my best!"
>"Do you know any other instruments?"
>"Yeah, basically all of them."
>"Wow!"
>It's been so long since Mettaton received any praise, it made him glad to play again.

>>80362880
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>"Alright, so you've seen what he can do, now I expect all of you to follow his plan," Alphys tells them.
>"What do you mean?"
>"Well, I talked it over with Miss Alphys, and this musical just won't do. We need a different act if I'm to use my full potential," Mettaton answers.
>Alphys decided to swallow her pride and take a back seat. Allowing Mettation to lead the way. Anything to put that bitch Ceroba in her place at this point.
>"The script's changing again!?"
>"Yes—but don't worry! It'll be even better than before. Instead of putting on a musical, we're all gonna do a rock concert now! And I'll be the lead singer!"
>"But, I don't know how to play any instrument," Berdly says, "how are we gonna learn all that stuff when the talent show's right around the corner!?"
>"Oh are you sure?" Mettaton teases him, "here, give it a try," and he hands Berdly his electric guitar.
>Berldy just stands there confused.
>"Go on, try it!" Mettaton tells him.
>Berdly looks unsure of himself, but he tries anyway. He randomly strums the electric guitar a few times, and by some sort of magic or miracle an amazing rock and roll guitar riff comes out of it.
>"H-how did I do that!?" Berdly exclaims.
>"I can tap into all the audio systems and make it sound like you're playing for real! All you gotta do is make it look convincing."
>"You can do that!?"
>"Sure can! I am part musical robot after all."
>"You see? I told you he's the best!" Alphys pats Mettaton on the back.

>>80362903
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>Everyone was inspired now. Hope renewed. They could see a light at the end of the tunnel. A new way forward: fake it till you make it. There was little time left, but now everyone was determined. With the power of cheating, they could master their instruments in no time (or at least sound like it). Day in and day out, Mettaton coached them on the proper forms to make it look like they were synced with the song. They got so good, that it was almost indistinguishable from real playing. And for the first time in a while, they were actually having fun.

>"What the hell is this!?" Ceroba shows up again one day, catching them finishing up a set.
>"Oh, hello again Ceroba," Alphys smirks, "thought you'd waltz in here and rub it in some more, huh? Well I imagine you must be feeling pret~ty nervous now."
>"Who the hell is that!?" She points at Mettaton.
>"Oh him? He's our new foreign exchange student."
>"That's not a child!"
>"Why, whatever do you mean?" Alphys feigns ignorance.
>Ceroba glares at Mettaton.
>"... I'm only sixteen years old," he replies.
>"I won't let you get away with this," Ceroba warns as she backs up towards the door.
>"Well good luck with that. Because I assure you, his records are all in top order," Alphys shoots her a smug grin on the way out.

>ONE WEEK UNTIL THE TALENT SHOW

>One afternoon, Undyne enters a peculiar library outside of Hometown.
>"Hello there officer. How may I help you?" A decrepit old tortoise woman stands as the librarian.
>"Good afternoon ma'am. I believe we spoke over the phone?"
>"Oh! That was you? Of course, of course. Right this way," and she beckons her to follow.
>"Thank you for your cooperation."
>"It's my pleasure deary. Anything to help out our brave boys in blue! Just sit right here, and I'll fetch the materials you asks for."

>>80362926
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>Undyne takes a seat at a table as the librarian leaves to go find a book. This place was Alphys old middle school, and Undyne was determined to get to the bottom of what was tormenting her.
>"Here you go," the librarian returns with a copy of the very same yearbook Alphys has.
>"Thank you. I won't be long," and Undyne opens it up.
>"Oh, this is so exciting! It's just like one of my true-crime dramas! Oh, I just love true-crime! Don't you?" The old crone starts rambling.
>Undyne had told her over the phone a story about new evidence being discovered in a cold case, and how she needed this yearbook to follow the lead. She'd be in trouble if the higher-ups learned about this abuse of authority, but she had to do something for Alphys' sake. Bingo! Undyne finds what she was looking for. That same class photo, except the mystery man's face was not crossed out! A middle aged man, without a smile. He looked a bit rough around the edges with gray stubble in his five o'clock shadow. Just who was he anyway?
>"Excuse me? But do you know who this man is?"
>The librarian puts on a bigger pair of glasses and takes a look.
>"Oh... is HE the murderer? I always knew he was a bad man."
>"So you do know him!"
>"I've been working at this school for over 70 years! I know just about everything about this place."
>"Please tell me!"
>"His name. Is Victor Sokolov. He was the school's gym teacher many years ago. Nasty one—that man. Short temper and a drinking problem. He could be very mean to the students at times."
>"Does he still work here?"
>"Heaven's no! He had many chances to change, but eventually even the principal's patience ran out. He was fired after a few short years here."
>"You wouldn't happen to know where he is now, would you?"
>"Sorry, but that's the extent of my knowledge."
>"No, you've been a great help! And now I think I have everything I need to figure it out myself..."

>>80362939
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>"You're super talented Mr. Mettaton—way better than any of the stars we have today!" Noelle praises Mettation during a break.
>"Thank you darling. That means a lot to me."
>"Why haven't we heard of you before? Have you ever thought about writing your own songs and putting yourself out there? You'd be a huge hit!"
>"I... I have considered it before, yes... and I actually do have an original single I wrote long ago that I thought I would debut with."
>"You thought...?" her voice turns to concern, "so you never even tried?"
>"Unfortunately" he affirms.
>"But... what's stopping you from debuting now? I'm sure your song can't be that bad."
>"No! It's not a bad song!" Mettaton suddenly becomes defensive, "I put my whole soul into it, and..." he interrupts himself.
>"Then why haven't you tried?"
>"..." Mettaton goes silent.
>"I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?"
>"No dear, it's not you! It's... me. I just... life happens sometimes, you know?"
>"No, I don't."
>"That's alright, it's not something I'd expect a kid to understand anyway."
>"No... no that's not an excuse!" Noelle raises her voice.
>Mettaton looks at her surprised.
>"Whatever happened in the past—it's no reason to let it hold you back now!"
>His eyes dart away, not wishing to engage.
>"Mr. Mettaton... I'd like to hear your song," Noelle humbly requests.
>Mettaton looks around at the rest of them. All eyes were on him now. And slowly, they start chanting.
>"Met-ta-ton... Met-ta-ton... Met-ta-ton!" encouraging him to do it.
>How could he deny them now? Their warm smiles filling his heart. Lifting his spirit. A smirks begins to show on his face, and he stands.

>>80362952
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>"Alphys? A word if you'd please," Mettaton walks up to her.
>"What is it?"
>"I'd like to change the song we're doing."
>"What? But we're so close to the—"
>"Alphys. This is THE song."
>The way he said it. Something's changed. The spark in eye was back. That confidence he was missing.
>"... let's hear it."

>Everyone gathers around. Mettaton stands center stage under a veil of darkness as the fog machine spews a ghostly mist along the floor. A spotlight suddenly shines on him and a synth keyboard starts to play him in. He closes his eyes. Tapping his foot. Snapping with the beat. Getting a feel for the music. He can feel it now. The tension in his heart building up, ready to unleash. He's found what he needed. His eyes open with newfound determination and he sings: https://youtu.be/or20Ovv0Mag
>"Growin' up, you don't see the writing on the wall... Passin' by, movin' straight ahead—you knew it all... But maybe sometime, if you feel the pain, you'll find you're all alone—everything has changed. Play the game. You know you can't quit until it's won... Solder on. Only you can do what must be done."
>His heart was fluttering. It was a deeply personal song.
>"You know in some way you're a lot like me: you're just a prisoner, and you're tryin' to break free!"
>That feeling! For so long, his soul had been shackled—now it just broke free!
>"I can see a new horizon! Underneath the blazin' sky! I'll be where the eagles flyin' HIGHER AND HIGHER! Gonna be a man in motion! All I need's a pair of wheels! Take me where my future's a-lyin' SAINT ELMO'S FIRE!"
>His heart was flying! Everyone's faces lit up! Never have they seen such determination before. It was a show like none other!
>"I can make it! I know I can! You broke a boy in me, but you won't break the MAN!"

>>80362970
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>At this moment, all that held him back seemed trivial in hindsight. Why did he ever give this up? Why was he ever afraid? No more hiding. He could see them now. The crowd going wild. This is what he was born for. The birth of a star. The music builds up reaching its final crchendo. Those horns setting his heart ablaze! And with all his passion, he sings!
>"Just one in his life. A man has his time. And my time is NOW! I'm coming—" *CRASH* a huge stage light suddenly drops on Mettaton's head cutting him off.
>"AAAAAAAAA!" everyone freaks out and starts running in every what direction.
>Monster Kid trips over a cable and tips over some stage equipment that short circuit and then catch fire.
>"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!" Tem waltz over to the flame and starts yelling at it.
>Susie stops in her tracks. She looks around; everyone else is too panicked to do anything. Then turning her gaze to the wall, her eyes go wide and dilate with a big red fire extinguisher reflected in them. She always wanted to use the fire extinguisher, and now was her chance! She jumps to action and rips it from the wall, rushing toward danger with it held ready. She was a bit over zealous about it though, because in addition to putting out that tiny flame, she sprayed down just about everything and everybody around it. Alphys slowly rises from her chair with her hands on her head, in shock over how quickly everything just went to shit. Mettaton's body spasms and twitches beneath the wreckage that crushed his head. She looks up at the rafters and catches glimpse of Ceroba disguised as the Phantom of the Opera with a hacksaw in hand. They lock eyes for a brief moment before she throws her cloak around her back and makes a clean escape out a window.

>>80362996
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>"You gotta be kidd—"
>"TEACHUR! TEACHUR! METTATON IS HURT!" Tem cries out.
>"Yeah! I see that!"
>"Miss Alphys! Miss Alphys! Mettaton needs an ambulance!" Snowy yells out.
>"Yeah! I know!"
>"I'm calling 911 right now guys!" Catti starts dialing on her cell phone.
>"Are we sure he need an ambulance, or a mechanic?" Berdly lifts up his foot as the pool of motor oil leaking from Mettaton's body touches his feet.
>"Hello!? We have an emergency!" Catti gets though to a 911 operator, "...? Yes, I'll hold."
>"GIASFELFEBREHBER!" Mettaton screams out some garbled nonsense from under the wreck...

>*Beep... beep... beep* a heart monitor steadily beeps away next to Mettaton in a hospital bed.
>"So is he's gonna be good enough to, say, sing in a concert soon? Like, before this weekend preferably?" Alphys questions the doctor outside his room.
>"Excuse me!?" the doctor is taken aback, "absolutely not! The road to recovery is going to take years! I don't recommend he do any sort of performing right now!"
>"Um, excuse me? This is Mettaton's room, right?" Noelle and the others have shown up with a bouquet of flowers from Asgore's shop, "is it alright if we visit?"
>"Yes, go on right ahead. Just... he might have trouble speaking right now."
>Everyone solemnly enters.

>>80363011
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>"Mr. Mettaton, we've brought you a gift," Noelle announces.
>"Ohhhh... it's Daisy... hehe, Daisy. And you've brought me a big cotton candy," Mettaton was sounding a bit loopy.
>"Uhh, Noelle. And these are flowers," she places them at his side.
>"Oh! Of course. Thank you Daisy..."
>"What's wrong with him?" Alphys asks the doctor off to the side.
>"We had to give him twice the dose of fentanyl just to numb the pain."
>"Come closer kids. I've got a secret," Mettaton whispers for them to draw near.
>Everyone gathers around the edge of his bed.
>"What is it Mr. Mettaton?"
>He smacks his lips a few times before speaking.
>"All of you are the most special in the world... you're so beautiful... you can do anything! Really!"
>"Okay?"
>"Don't loose hope... brush your teeth twice a day. A-and never give up...! You can beat the talent show if you just think hard about it."
>"You really think so Mr. Mettaton?"
>"Yes. You're ready. You could do it... you could always do it! Every one of you... is special and... don't you sometimes wanna get naked—"
>"Alright kids! I think your friend here needs a little more time to rest," the doctor interrups before Mettaton says something offensive.
>Visits are cut short, and they are shooed out of the room. Alphys exits the hospital with her class in tow. And she stands there with blank eyes; the dire circumstances of the situation finally settling in.
>"What are we gonna do now Miss Alphys...?"
>And for the rest of the evening Alphys would just stay up all night all bitter and drinking heavily.

>>80363038
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>Meanwhile, a hooded figure beneath a thick jacket painstakingly marches through gale force winds of a snow storm. Up to the safety of the glowing neon sign of some dive bar named Grillby's. Inside, the patrons of the bar keep to themselves. It's fairly quiet, aside from the jukebox playing old tunes. Suddenly, the doors burst open and the hooded figure steps in. Wind and snow pours though disrupting the ambiance and turning head. The doors shut and tranquility is restored. Everyone stares at this new person who stands at the enterance; briefly, before quickly loosing interest and returning to their troubled thoughts. The hooded figure scans the room, and spots a particular man slumped over at the bar. Empty shot glasses surround him, and he ignores everything around. The figure approaches him from behind.
>"Victor Sokolov?" the stranger throws off their hood, unveiling their identity: it was Undyne.
>"Guhhh..." the man groans, "vhat do people vant now?" he says with his back to her.
>"You're a tough man to find, you know that?"
>"Vell maybe I don't vant to be found," he downs the last shot in front of him.
>"... Does the name 'Alphys' ring any bells for you?"
>Sokolov's weary eyes suddenly go wide, and he becomes pale as he realizes the past that has caught up with him. He finally turns to acknowledge her.
>"Who are you?"
>Undyne lunges forward and grabs him by the collar.
>"What did you do to her!?"
>"HEY!" the fiery bartender shouts.
>Undyne stops, and stares at him.
>"... if you're gonna cause trouble in my establishment, then take it outside!" the owner tells her.
>Undyne complies. She releases Sokolov from her grip and holds her hands up, promising she won't cause any more trouble. She calmly takes a seat next to him. The bartender accepts she'll behave and leaves them to their business.
>"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," Sokolov breaks down crying in his hands, "I never meant to hurt her!"
>"Tell me what happened..."

>>80363053
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>DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY

>*Beep-beep-beep!* An alarm clock goes off and Asgore springs out of bed. Today's the big day! He runs to his calendar to cross out the date, which had a big fat circle around it labeled "Kris' talent show". He wouldn't miss this for the world! He has to get ready soon if he doesn't want to be late. Asgore pulls out his finest attire for the occasion; it's not often he gets to wear his tuxedo. He takes one last look at himself in the mirror. His suit was ill-fitted, and if you looked close enough you'd realize the tacky little bowtie and dickey was a clip-on, though he still thought he was pretty sharp. But wait! Something was off. He nearly forgot: of course he's gotta wear a flower on his tux—he's the florist for goodness sake! Asgore cuts a fine rose and pins it on his lapel before heading out. He arrives at the theater extra early so he could be first in line and get the best seats. And as staff unlock the doors for everyone, he speed walks ahead of the pack to find it (can't have anyone else stealing his spot). And at last, he sits his butt down center stage in the front row. The perfect view to watch his son. Asgore relaxes now that he's secured his spot. He looks to his left and right as the rest of the seats fill out, finally realizing how everyone else looks. T-shirts? Hoodies? What gives? For some reason everyone but him was dressed casually. Not only did he stick out being the biggest body in this crowd, but he also stuck out as the only one in a tuxedo.
>"Hey Mettaton! I though you said this would be a black tie event!" Asgore turns aside to Mettaton who sat next to him in a full body cast and electric wheelchair.
>"No. I said I almost died being part of this event! How'd you mix that up!?"
>"Oh..." And he sinks back in his chair, embarrassed to be the odd one out.

>>80363071
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>"Ladies and Gentlemen! Humans and Monsters! Thank you for coming out to our school district's biennial talent shoooooooow!" an announcer takes the stage, "we've got a lovely assortment of judges here tonight, and plenty of acts to go around! Starting with... Beaver Creek Elementary! Give it up for our first act of the day!"
>The audience claps as a bunch of snot nosed kindergarteners take the stage for a recorder recital. Their teacher takes a bow for the audience before turning around with a conductor's baton and signals the children to begin. The kids take one deep breath and then the worst sound imaginable comes out of their instruments. The audience all grit their teeth and cover their ears like they're hearing nails on chalkboard. A really bad start for the day—and there was still 30 more minutes of this left to go...

>"And don't forget: if you don't f—ing win this for me, then you're all gonna fail!" backstage, Alphys was just wrapping up a rousing speech for her class, reminding them of what's at stake.
>Nobody was happy. They all looked hopeless, and Monster Kid just broke down into tears.
>"Aww, what's the matter Monster Kid?" Alphys goes full sociopath; she shifts to a gentile tone as she gets down to his level, lulling him into a false sense of security, "why are you sad?" she caringly places a hand on his shoulder.
>*Sniffle* "M-m-my dad says I'll be g-grounded for months, a-and he'll take away my game boy if my grades aren't good!" he cries.
>"Oh well that's too bad. I guess you better not loose then," only to turn around with a callous response.
>"And now introducing. The greatest! The best! The current reigning champions! The prestigious YELLOWTOWN HIIIIIIIIGH!" the announcer calls on Yellowtown to come out.

>>80363093
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>Alphys' attention turns to the stage now. Team Hometown gathers in the left wing to observe Yellowtown's performance on the side. Ceroba shoots Alphys a smug grin from across the right wing as they begin. And there Clover stands: center stage—alone under a veil of darkness. The fog machine spews a ghostly mist along the floor. And a spotlight suddenly shines on him as someone on a keyboard somewhere plays him in.
>"No..." Alphys utters under her breath. It can't be... are they really going to...?
>Clover brings the mic to his lips and begins to sing: https://youtu.be/Ci_M-DIkpeE
>"The winner takes all... it's the thrill of one more kill! The last one to fall... we'll never sacrifice their will!"
>Curtains raise revealing the rest of the band rocking and pyrotechnics suddenly shoot off! They aren't faking it like Hometown was planning to!
>"Don't ever look back! On the world closing in! Be on the attack! With your wings on the wind! Oh, the games will begin! And it's sweeeeeet, sweeeeeet, sweet victory, yeah! And it's ours for the taking! It's ours for the fight!"
>Alphys drops to her hands and knees and starts pounding sand.
>"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" she shrieks while slamming her fist.
>They STOLE their idea! THEY were supposed be the ones putting on the rock concert—not them! To Yellowtown's credit, they weren't distracted one bit. They just kept trucking along, hitting all their notes despite Alphys' freak out. The audience however was a different story. All their eyes fixed to the curtains on the side, deeply concerned over what they were hearing right now. Alphys stands back up and starts to belittle her class.
>"YOU WORTHLESS BRATS! HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO FOLLOW THAT UP!? FAILURES! ALL OF YOU! WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST LISTEN!? LAZY PIECES OF—WHY DIDN'T YOU TRY HARDER!? IF ONLY YOU JUST—!"

>>80363120
(40/?)
>"ALPHYS! IT IS ENOUGH!" a familiar voice scolds her from behind.
>*Gasp* and a deep seeded fear resurfaces its ugly head in Alphys' heart.
>There at the fire escape doors with Undyne by his side was her old gym coach from all those years ago. And we flashback to the past. To the root of Alphys' pain. We zoom in on Alphys' eye, and as we zoom back out we find ourselves back in time. To a time when she was just a child...

>A rosy cheeked kid-Alphys dances to a piano waltz on a grainy cassette tape in front of an audience of one. She was so innocent back then. Right outside the school dance studio, in the quiet hall, was a banner reading: "Ballerina Tryouts Today." In her pink little leotard and tutu, she hops in the air. She was too short to jump high enough, and her knees are a bit shaky on the landing, and she had trouble balancing with her flat foot, but it was her dearest dream to become a ballerina, and so she gives it all she's got. As the music wraps up she overshoots a twirl before striking the final pose facing the wrong direction. She appears to be out of breath after all that exercise. Not the most graceful performance.
>"Look Coach! I almost got it that time! Pretty soon I might even be as good as Anna Pavlova."
>Coach emerges from the shade on the wall.
>"Uhhhh..." he grumbles to himself.
>How many times does that make? Ten? Eleven? He stopped keeping track. He checks the clock. School had ended hours ago! He should be back home drinking right now.
>"Ok! Here I go again!" *click* Alphys hits the rewind button on the cassette player.
>*Click* Coach hits the stop button instead.
>"Huh?" She looks at him confused.
>"... You vill never be as good a ballerina as Miss Pavlova. You don't even make half-decent ballerina! You're. Too! FAT!" *snort* *pa-too!* spat right in that child's face.

>>80363141
(41/?)
>"NUGH!" Back in the locker room Alphys throws a punch at the image of herself in a mirror, "uhh...nu-nuh-uhhh..." tears flowing down her miserable face.
>Just look at her *spongebob fog horn sfx* how could someone like her ever be a ballerina? Oh what a fool she was! She opens her locker. Posters of her most favorite ballerinas adorn the inside. Their perfect bodies. The way they were smiling—they were laughing at her! Grimacing, Alphys lashes out and tears them from her locker. And in an autistic meltdown, she rips her beloved idols to shreds. She stands amongst the ruins breathing heavy. Rage subsides and she's filled with immediate regret. Alphys breaks down, and falls to her knees. Curling into a ball, hiding her head and sobbing over the destruction she's caused. But her emotions soon overcome her again, and she starts pounding the ground.
>"NUGH! NUGH! NUGH! NUGH!" over and over.
>She grips her chest. And lifting her head toward the sky, she tears her ballerina uniform screaming—ashamed to be even wearing it. She casts it off and rushes home in tears. Strangers give her dirty looks as she stumbles past them through town. It would seem that in her utter hysteria, she didn't even care that was now naked. Alphys trips and falls over a curb. She climbs to hands and knees, and just helplessly hangs there for a minute shaking and crying.
>"Hey! Put some clothes on fatty! Not even pedophiles wanna see that!" some blue-collar guy in a utility van yells at her from a distance.

>>80363165
(42/?)
>Back to the present and Alphys stares straight ahead with thousand-yard stare.
>"Ehhhhhh-huoo-huoo-huoo..." she falls to her knees and starts crying into her hands.
>"I'm so sorry for vhat I done! I am terrible man, I know. And I do not deserve forgiveness—but please! Put an end to this! Do not continue the cycle! Do not BE like ME!"
>"Uhh, who the heck is that?" Susie leans in whispering to Kris.
>Kris just shrugs.
>Alphys looks up at her students. Was it true? Had she truly become just as bad? They all look down on her like a worm. She couldn't bear the sight of their eyes anymore and hides her sniveling face, sobbing over what has become.
>"I-I'm sorry kids... I'm sorry...! I never wanted to be like this!"
>"Uhhh, what?" they all looks confused.
>"Go...! You're all free now! You don't have to do this anymore."
>"Really!?" they all brighten up.
>"Please!" she crawls right up to their feet, "can you ever forgive me!?" And grabs at Kris' leg, begging for forgiveness.
>"Yeah sure" "whatever" "ok dude" "can you let go now?" everyone was kind of getting the ick watching her grovel, and they just wanted it to be over with.
>*Sniffle* Alphys lifts her eyes with newfound hope, "thank you! Thank you! I'll never be like this ever again! I promise!" and she wipes the tears away.
>Undyne takes Alphys by the hand and raises her to her feet with Sokolov. The three of them bring it in and hug it out for a while. All the pain. All the scars. It's true what they say, forgiveness does set you free!
>"C'mon Alphys. Let's go home," Undyne says.
>And they all walk out of there holding hands, leaving class dumbfounded over what just happened.

>>80363179
(43/?)
>"And now introducing... Hometown High!" the announcer calls on their class to take the stage.
>"Oh no! It's our turn next!" Noelle says.
>"W-what're we gonna do!? We're not even ready!" Snowy panics.
>"Let's just drop out," Catti suggests.
>"Yeah" "Sure" "Whatever dude" "Fine by me" everyone is in agreement.
>Everyone but one.
>"Grrrrr" Berdly looks peeved, "NO! We are going out there, and we are going to win!"
>"How?" Snowy scoffs, "first Alphys, then Toriel, and now Mettaton. The script's changed so much—we never had a chance to learn anything!"
>"He's gotta point," Jockington agrees.
>"We'll just have to improvise."
>"Improv? Really? Screw that!" Susie is just about to walk out.
>"Are all of you really gonna let down Mettaton like this!?" Berdly scolds them.
>"It's not like that—!"
>"Then what Susie!? Sure sounds that way to me."
>"..." Susie's eyes go down in shame.
>"Mettaton said he believes in all of us. That should mean something coming from a man like him! A man like him knows talent when he sees it. And he saw it in all of us that day. We just need the courage to go out there and prove it! And after all he's done, if you still can't believe in yourself... then at least believe in him who believes in you!"

>>80363200
(44/?)
>Everyone went quiet. What could anyone say to that? Then finally someone breaks silence.
>"You're right Berdly. Let's do our best... for Mettaton," Noelle is first to step up.
>"Then bring it in!" and Berdly extends his hand out.
>Noelle walks to his side and places her hand on top of his. Now everyone was inspired, and one by one they fall in line.
>"Me too" "Me three!" "Temz can't count to four, but Tem try anyway!" "I'm in" "You can count on me."
>Everyone brings in their hands together. Well, everyone but one. Susie still stands apart from them with her arms crossed like a grump. They all stare at her expectantly with smiling eyes.
>"Grrrrr... FINE!" and finally caving to the pressure, "I'll play your stupid game!" she brings it in too.
>"Alright then," Berdly grins, "on three. One. Two—"
>"Wait a minute, where's Kris!?"
>It's true—Kris was nowhere to be seen! Wasn't he just here!? Everyone turns to one another for answers, but no one had any idea where he might be. Then suddenly, the fire escape doors burst open and a bright light from outside cast on them. Everyone squints and hold their hands to their brows, trying to make out who it was. A massively rotund silhouette stands at the doorway with its back to the light. It can't be... can it? The figure steps forward and now everyone sees: it was Kris! And he dons the very same pumpkin costume he once despised so much. Oh, how proudly he wears it now!
>"Let's do this."

>>80363222
(45/45)
>The announcer is left hanging on stage. He looks at his wristwatch, but team Hometown is nowhere to be seen. And so he calls it:
>"Uhhh... well folks, it seems like Hometown High won't be—"
>"WAIT!" Birdly runs out at the last minute.
>"Oh! And here they are!"
>The announcer hands the mic off to Berdly and hurries off stage.
>"Hello, hello, helloooo! Hooooowedoing tonight folks!?" Berdly tries to warm up the audience.
>Nothing but crickets from the audience.
>"Sheesh, tough crowd. Well, don't bother sitting down, cause you'll shoot right up when you see this!"
>The rest of the class takes stage, in a bunch hastily put together costumes with random instruments or props.
>"ONE! TWO! ONE TWO THR—!"

>"Last place!?" flashforward, and everyone is gathered around disappointed having just received the bad news.
>"I-I don't understand," Berdly says, "this must be a mistake. there's no reason we shouldn't have won—OUCH!" Susie punches Berdly in the arm.
>"We all looked like IDIOTS out there because of you!"
>Everyone deserts Berdly, going their separate ways with scowls on their face. Upset that they were stupid enough to follow him out there and make complete fools of themselves. And so Hometown didn't win again this year, but at least now it looked like everything can go back to normal. The end.

>>80363246
That's all I wrote. Hope it made some of you laugh. And don't forget, if we make it to another hundered threads again, I'll have another story ready. Thank you for reading :)

Good morning Sus

>>80363281
The writing isn't great, none of the character act like they would especially not Alphys, the pacing is awful and the story needlessly long but I guess maybe 1/3 jokes work although it's not my kind of humour so that definitely doesn't help.

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>>80363771
Aw bummer. I can't please everyone I suppose. I knew I was stretching it a bit with Alphys, but every character too? I'm sorry to disapoint you.

>>80362523
btw, I never left silly.

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god I wish that were me

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>>80364350
Hugging Kris and never ever letting go

>>80363870
Wait did Jelly uncensor that or was it edited?

>>80364457
He dropped the uncensored version three threads ago

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What did she do?

>>80364696
Human women tend to go insane if they don't get monster dick often enough. It's very sad and we should offer them our thoughts and prayers,

>>80364696
I'm glad to know she went to jail after forcing me into forcing Kris into flirting with Berdly.

>>80364554
I saw that version but I could swear it was also censored.
I think I Mandela'd myself.

>>80363870
>"Noelle..."
>"My... angel..."
The kriselle part of my heart skipped a few beats

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>>80365087
He used to make some very dear deer

>>80364758
Asriel should fuck her then.

>>80363870
If she didn't focus on it, how'd the dark world wind up that way, hmmm?

>>80364696
Forced me into forcing Kris into forcing Noelle into forcing Berdly to die

>>80364696
Forced me to select the "Stop resting your chin on my head" dialogue option.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFIpywdv6hM

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>Veth and Kris hanging out listening to music in her room.
>"Veth, gimme your hand."
>Veth pulls her hand back, 'thuthpithiouth'.
>"What for?"
>Kris puts on faux hurt.
>"What, I can't hold my girlfriend's hand?"
>Veth blushes before holding her hand out.
>"Oh. Well that'th... fine I guethh."
>Kris actually starts popping her knuckles as she starts thrashing around in place and squeaking.
>https://youtu.be/d5htUKHwZ1k?t=8

>>80367077
That's as romantic as Kris can be

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>>80367077
She'd make the most adorable noises.

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>>80368096
>the noises in question
https://youtu.be/-S7HekcFsmo

I can't believe the trollfic guy is still here. He's always here, amongus I mean amongst us.

>>80363771
Yeah so that's probably by design, newbie. Just ignore him he does this at every big milestone.

>>80367077
>Kris actually starts popping her knuckles as she starts thrashing around in place and squeaking.
The issue is that 99% of the time you can't tell the knuckle isn't gonna pop and you end pushing on their fingers trying to get a already popped knuckle to pop.
It is funny popping knuckles on peoplewho don't do it often and freaking them out.

>>80363870
>pic
Veth should create this dark world and join them.

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>>80369046
Good news

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>>80364414
Literally my dream
>comforting sad crying Kris
SO CUTE

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>>80370157
Kris deserves all the love and comfort in the world

>>80370579
seeing kris like this makes me soul scream in rage
I NEED TO COMFORT HIM

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>>80370157
>>80370579
>>80370666

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>>80370666
>>80370579
Must protect at all costs

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Total Kris Love?

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>>80371591
Yes absolutely

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I love posting Kris!
I love Kris, Charlie!
I LOVE KRIS!!!

Susie and Veth should become sisters to compete against Asriel&Kris and Noelle&Dess.

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>>80370157
Kris is on their tiptoes to avoid getting a faceful of boobs.

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>>80370666
Satan love Kris?

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>>80372470
Uh, yeah.

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>>80372392
He shouldn't avoid it, the milkers are soft and will warm his heart.

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>>80371744
Yay! What I would give to be able to quietly cuddle with him in bed.

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>>80372779
That must be what being perfectly satisfied in life feels like.

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>>80372763
And his mouth.

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>>80373636
She's so lucky she's got a kind Kris to help her deal with all that milk

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>>80373875
Someone's gotta drink it.

>>80376165
The dreaded tomboy x tomgirl

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Tayul

>>80377166
Freaks! Kinky freaks!

>>80370666
>>80372470
>>80372519
Well, Ralsei IS the Prince of Darkness, after all.

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Yfw chapter 7 ends without a happy ending, and susie asks (you) to change fate and boot up undertale, which has been updated to have a completely different story that's deltarune's true ending?

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>>80378581
>Getting Deltarune's true ending requires you to do Undertale's secret 100 floor dog dungeon.

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>>80378581
I would do this.

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>>80378581
Bonus points if getting Deltarune's true ending has friction with UT's, too. Plan Susie vs. Frisk and their True Ending. I can live with some drama.

>>80379524
What if: getting deltarune's true ending screws up the good ending of undertale in some major way? A real "you must choose, you cannot have both" moment.

I know which one I'm choosing but I could see people being really split over it.

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I need this cutie twink to cuddle me BADLY... what do I do about it bros

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>>80379896
Sadly nothing can be done as he is not obtainable. Even if he were, he'd be preoccupied with his big monster gf. It's time to concede that we'll have to settle for monster girlfriends of our own.

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>>80379858
I especially like the idea of Susie believing that screwing over UT's ending is acceptable since it's a fake, parallel world or something like that.

It's one of the reasons I really liked the sword route in Chapter 3. There's enough layers of separation that genociding the sprites didn't irk me the same way the weird route does. "Oh, kill a bunch of not-zelda sprites? Sure! It's just a *video game!*" My feelings for wanting to protect my Deltarune woobies is because I have a (admittedly) tenuous connection to them, and since Susie doesn't have that same connection to Undertale "genociding" them means nothing too. Undertale is just a "game" — not realizing that Deltarune is one too.

Hell, and I don't blame her. For all I know I'm some side character in an alien's indie game. Until that happens, there's always a smaller fish, someone more "fake" than me.

>>80380052
That certainly puts a cosmic horror spin on things.

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>>80379947
B-BUT.... I wanna sniff him...

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>>80380115
We all do.

I want to tell him I love him as I carefully and consensually snuggle him

>>80376165
I can't tell if they swapped sexes or just haircuts.

>>80380461
I invoke Schodinger's Faggot to say gender swapped Krusie chads are eating good.

>>80380061
It's a small detail that's easy to overthink but it exists. If you think the weird route is going too far but did the sword route, then there's some subconscious philosophy at a minimum as to why one is okay and is not.

It fits 3's metaness well, like "passing the controller" between the fun gang.

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goodnight sus

>>80381620
Goodnight anon

Kris has caused innumerable cases of prison gayness

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>>80377871
>Prince of Darkness who look like the Goat and act all cute and friendly but he's actively telling you to go fight an Angel
I think he's scamming us

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>>80362187
was browsing the catalog hoping for some entertainment to get through the night with and stumbled across this thread again. haven't been back since CH3/4, but I'm glad you're still here /sus/
happy #1100

>>80382207
You get your entertainment from trash threads?

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>But then, one day, a terrible beast tore a rogue star from the sky, and hurled it to rest above our humble lands. Since then, a Seed of Corruption took root, and from it, SHE grew... and we have been at her mercy ever since. Our purposes... corrupted. She comes, and takes as she likes for her hoard of treasures, and leaves us defiled... so we wash ourselves in the great bath, and wash away the accumulation of sin. You are very lucky, hero... I heard she seeks a greater treasure still. A certain Lightner of her own... the one they call... DREEMURR. Once she has her treasure... she never lets go.

>>80382357
Nice work on making the bathhouse seem so damn hot and steamy, though why did Kris knock that jar into the pool? Just fed up with all this shit?

>>80382357
Does this mean Kris has a kink for bathhouse or is it Veth's kink?

>>80382640
Rebelling to maintain precious remaining shreds of sanity
>>80382666
Wosh u hand
Wosh u SOUL

>>80382807
>Rebelling to maintain precious remaining shreds of sanity
I think Kris is gonna need to rebel way harder before this particular adventure is over.
Poor bastard.

>>80382357
Is this how Kris get his crush on Veth?

>>80382944
Krethsielle origins

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>>80362228

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>>80383088

>>80382357
Who threw her down there? The handmaid?

>>80383088
>>80383231
Spry, is that actually you?

>>80382944
It could be... in fact, this could be a world in which many things take root.

>Why...?
>Why... did I feel so strange when... when K... when THEY were near me... in the water..?
>I felt so... v... vulnerable..? Almost like I was... like I was in danger... but... a danger I... I sort of... maybe... ugh!!
>... I just can't understand it. I... just... can't.
>... but... maybe if I... recreate some elements of the experience ... in a CONTROLLED environment...
>... yes... yes! Of course! I'll just...
>... I'll just go to the lake, and 'get in'...
>... and see how I feel.
>>80383384
probably? after all, she really has a handle on things. particularly the situation at hand. in fact, i'd say she really comes in handy, if you catch my meaning.

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smelly homeless pitslut

>>80383088
>>80383231
Beloved Beta

Should I S-Support Kris with Susie, Noelle, Veth or Dess?

>>80383848
In order of importance
>Susie
>Noelle
>Veth
Pick any one of the three
Omit Dess. We don't do shotafaggotry here.
I used to like /ss/. Genuinely like it. Frankie x Mac, Jenny x Tuck, you name it. All it took was that one ship and it's invasive fanbase of NPD pseudohuman schizoid faggots to sour me on it forever.

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>>80383393
yep

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>>80383736
Homeless? She worked very hard to be able to break in the apartment she calls a home

>>80383935
>>80383088
>>80383231
niiiice
good to see you again

>>80383848
Kris with Susie is mandatory here, Kris with Veth is more than welcome here, same goes for Kris with Noelle although more rare since /doe/ is focused on that ship and Kris with Dess can fuck off right back to whatever shithole it came from.

>>80382357
Oh no, a steamy encounter with a sworn foe. I wonder how this will end.

>>80383088
>>80383231
>>80383935
There's something extra special about your B!Susie.

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>>80382357
You know, I wonder if Kris would like this place more if it was a solo adventure.
I mean, he normally loves his "solo adventures."

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>>80384199
He's so cute when he's horny

>>80384421
None of the girls could take that weapon.

Berdly would own Veth and make her cry

>>80378581
Headcanon is that Undertale was made up by Dess to pass time when she's stuck in the void. Nothing better to do than dream up your own reality. Would also explain why several of the characters are significantly different because it's being told by someone with a biased perspective.

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>>80384588
I mean if I got owned by Berdly I'd cry too.

>>80384590
I wonder how Kris factors into things in such a scenario. Just not present (mostly like Noelle) or something kind of weird with the whole Chara thing?

>>80384672

I'm guessing there was some confusion there because Kris's personality can be found between frisk and chara and that's not factoring in genocide route which gets suspiciously referenced in sword route.

>>80384751
>Dess wants Chara Kris to fucking kill her

Can't wait for the toby-approved ending with SusieXNoelle and VethxDess and KrisxBerdly

>>80384441
Doesn't mean you can't have fun playing with it.

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>>80385828
I LOVE WEDDING EPISODES!
MIKE, RAISE THE INVITATIONS, RAISE THE DECORATIONS AND DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RAISE!

>>80385828
What kind of Darkworld did they entered,

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>>80387574

The Saga of Veth the Evil

>>80382357
>a terrible beast tore a rogue star from the sky, and hurled it to rest above our humble lands.
The fucking star that Susie put over Kris' bed?

I have returned after a week of missed threads because my PC threatened to murder me. What did I miss /sus/?

>>80388414
In case you missed it, Jelly has been brainstorming a whole new Dark World with Veth, Toby dropped another small textline that Krusie fans have been going crazy over, and Fridge and Spry >>80383088 dropped in.
All in all, not a bad time to be /sus/ing.

>>80388571
Which line? The line I freaked out over is Shadow Crystals being Determination powered.

>>80388605
>Green apple shampoo.
>...you wonder if Susie would recognize you if you changed to a different fruit.
Kris has resigned themselves to being part apple now.

susie lays in a hot tub the same way an alligator floats on the surface of the water

>>80387594
Simple but sweet.
Nice find, anon

>>80383883
Frankie would at least wait for Mac to graduate.

Asgore Du Dreemurr of the Ebott Citizens Militia.

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susie has a VAGINA and that means she's a WOMAN and WOMEN wear LIPSTICK and feel like PRETTY LITTLE PRINCESSES

According to Toby's latest twitter post, Asriel Dreemurr is a cowardly coward. Discuss.

>>80390232
He stood by and watched while all those people were bombed.

>>80387916
>Veth telling Ralsei "They're commies. Blow the shit out of them."

>>80391026
I thought Veth wanted to be evil?

>>80391295
(That's just something Tanya says in The Saga of Tanya the Evil)

>>80391026
>Everyone laughing at Veth’s lisp as she cites the Geneva Suggestion before bombing everyone into non existence

>>80383883
Took the words right out of my mouth. I've never been this soured on something I used to enjoy.

>>80379947
Imagine Kris being your wingman.

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>>80392527
That'd be pretty funny. He'd have an incredibly unorthodox way of being a wingman. Like pranking you both to get you closer to each other or start a conversation.

>>80390187
Sure thing, Susie. It's okay to be girly now and then, no one minds.

>>80391295
She’s not evil, just super pragmatic. Still though, Tanya style Veth just feels right to me.

>>80392527
I don't want a wingman Kris, I want a husband Kris

>>80391026
Veth opened a Dark World in Venezuela.

>>80393694
I'm afraid to think what Trump's Dark World would be. Just lots of gold.

>>80393953
Lots of gold being moved to another dark world for no particular reason.

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Oh dear.

>>80394002
The Dark in his Dark World is Oil. Or would he hate the dark world because it's dark...hmmmm

>>80394078
She did not have to headbutt his balls

>>80394078
Fuckin…really nice all around. Great movement

>>80394078
From what I can tell, the pool is giving Veth very cool, happy memories from the vat. Am I reading that right?

>>80394078
Why is she drowning herself? On a side note it's impressed to me just how good it all look under those different angles, I'm also glad to see Veth still got those scars.

>>80393953
What would his orange skin-tone look like in there? We know Kris' jaundice turn to blue.

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>>80394078
You're my hero

>>80380149
So stylish
so cute

>>80394273
Cyan. Or would it make sense to be more darker? So like...Indigo?

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>>80380149
Mmmh... need Kris' musk

>>80394608
What do you imagine Kris musk smells like?

>>80394501
>Kris having to deal with the soul flirting with him 24/7

Who would be Susie's favorite super hero? Assuming she was into that.

>>80394189
A necessary sacrifice
>>80394192
Thank you.
>>80394211
Yes!
>>80394231
They are not drowning themself. Veth knows how to do lots of things, but hasn't always actually done those things yet. They know how to swim, but this is the first time they needed those motor skills. So it took a second. Before this, Veth had no interest in the lake.

>>80394776
Chuck Norris.

>>80394629
A horrifying mix of apple shampoo, cinnamon, lack of deodorant, sweat from the dark worlds.

>>80394893
>Before this, Veth had no interest in the lake
She must have been a bit shocked going from the warm water with a shameful Kris to cuddle to the skinny dipping in the cold and lonely lake. Gaster can't afford a bathtub?

>>80394078
>>80394316
Oh dear

>>80395080
The bathtub just didn't feel the same. It's not the warmth of the water that interests them. Something about that moment made an impression on them that they want to recreate, even though they can't understand why.

>>80394078
Does she even realised where she's resting her face? I thought she hated Kris

>>80395234
They haven't processed what's going on yet.

>>80394078
Wait a sec, is she topless

>>80395388
The towel fell off. They're naked under the towels.

>>80395277
Silly thingy, those neurones are definitely a bit fried from the lead paint of their mecha kits.

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Love these two

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>>80395531

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>>80395557

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>>80395570

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>>80395592
And good night /sus/ tomorrow I'll try to archive Jelly's new lore alongside with the latest art dropped. Just in case I'm not clear enough, please Jelly make a big and easy to screencap post about that new Darkworld.

>>80394893
Now the real sacrifice would be to drop Susie and / or Noelle in there

>>80395635
Is Sierette back on the Krusie train?

>>80395786
Seems like it, just found that small comic while scrolling for more art

>>80394776
Either The Punisher or Spawn.

>>80395512
The waters have magical relaxing properties as well. Easy to let your guard down, or feel less anxious.

>>80395732
Ah, but you see, these are gendered baths. Susie and Noelle are in the girl's bath with Deetee. Ralsei is alone in the boys bath. Kris and Veth are sent to the thems bath.

>>80395635
>starts softly crying
Fuck I hope they end up ok.

>>80396257
More like the Jim Crow baths. Monsters bath, Darkner bath and Human bath. If that's what it take for official Kreth than so be it.

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>>80396257
not gendered
Monstered

>>80395388
You can see her pussy if you look closely

>>80396596
DAMMIT you beat me to the joke

>>80396257
I wonder if Ralsei is enjoying the alone time or if that's letting the existential dread set in.

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>>80396642
Great minds think alike

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>>80395580
>>80395585
>>80395592
>>80395635
The idea of finding someone you can both be your real weird selves with is beautiful

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>>80394078
Unironically majestic.

>>80397248
Thank you. I'm enjoying this little project.

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>>80396993
The fallout between them when Susie finds out his betrayal is going to hurt.

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>>80397612
>Liar revealed trope

>>80394078
>>80382357
I like to imagine Kris is just struggling with the fact that he's finding another human of all things extremely hot and coping that Veth isn't really human.

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>>80397824
When they fight Chilleen (I think that's whet people here have started calling her), only for her to call on a partner with very Veth-like features, there will be words between them. Most of them comprising four letters.

>>80397248
The Little Vesselmaid
...I feel like this joke has been made before, like at least a year before, possibly more.

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>>80398033
No, I don't think we've seen that.
....
But now that I think about it, there's way too many prepackaged Veth jokes that can be made of it.

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>Kris when he flirts with Veth
vs
>Kris when >>80397922 happens.

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>>80398451
teasing to fuck with her vs "you actually like this girl don't you?"

>>80394078
Wait does Veth even know what sex is? If so how'd she learn?

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>>80398576
not jelly but i'd think it's either
>ASK RIVER PERSON (because he's a adoptive singlish dad who thinks a girl should be the one to teach a girl that sorta stuff)
or he'd go full on
>SEX, MORE FORMALLY KNOWN AS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE, COITUS, OR COPULATION, IS AN INTIMATE SOCIAL ACTIVITY TYPICALLY INVOLVING THE INSERTION OF THE ERECT MALE PENIS INSIDE THE FEMALE VAGINA AND FOLLOWED BY THRUSTING MOTIONS FOR EROTIC PLEASURE, BIOLOGICAL REPRODUCTION, OR BOTH.

>>80382357
Kris this is like your one chance to float in a big bathtub like you're in the first kingdom hearts intro.
https://youtu.be/0nKizH5TV_g

>>80398669
>>80398576
Veth has knowledge that a teenager could be expected to have. As such, they understand what sex is and how it basically works, and can infere things based on it if they didn't look it up online, but have not ever actually performed it, or really talked about it either. They'd still need to have the talk, just not the instructions. Also Gaster would just flounder between the two things. He'd start over explaining, then when Veth gets frustrated and wants to know less about the science and more about the 'fun' parts, he'd direct her to ask a teacher. Then Veth asks Alphys.
>>80399024
We shan't waste the opportunity.
>>80397922
It's either that name or I take a name from the corpse of an old undertale OC.

>>80399604
does she schlik it?

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The most heterosexual twink and his dino gf.

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The redditfags did not like this susie art lmao

>>80400560
redditors in general but especially fandom reddits really hate any even lightly sexual fanart in my experience they're sent straight into virtue signaling impress the feminists gimme upvotes mode whenever they see it lol. Now actual porn subreddits on the other hand seem to be totally degenerate and completely shameless, often worse than the fetish threads on here in my experience.

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>>80400889
I can understand someone not wanting to see porn of this game, though I agree some take it too far to virtue signal. To be honest, at first I was one of those people that didn't want to see Deltarune porn at all but came to appreciate it when it's done tastefully between two characters that makes sense (which it rarely happens.) I truly appreciate this place for finding that middle ground of respecting the characters but being able to tastefully lewd them, and also not doing it 24/7. It's so unbelievable rare to find that in a community; both extremes are the worst.

>>80401118
Nah man, rule 34 is: if it exists, there's porn of it, no exceptions. It's a rule, not a suggestion, not a guideline. You gotta fully get over it and just click off and move on when you see it for stuff you don't wanna see. It's just gonna happen and even expending as much energy as it takes to think about this enough to make this comment is just a waste.

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hmmm nyo i think i will continue to tell /d/fags to take it to another thread

Every time I've seen people getting "concerned" over lewding, it always comes down to something they never want to admit: "I feel strongly about these characters and feel the need to defend them from anything that makes me uncomfortable."
You see it happen all the time with fandom shipping, what starts as a "I like this character and want them to be happy in these made up scenarios" quickly devolves into screaming because someone else's interpretation doesn't fit your idea.
They'll never learn, but these kids need to figure out you don't own fictional characters, and their imaginary wellbeing is not your concern. Focus that effort on real people.
Not to mention every time I see people get pissy it's like the tamest art or scenario imaginable. I don't understand if they don't realize how much worse shit exists out there, or they think an artists dipping their toes into suggestive art is an easier target to harass. It's stupid either way.

>>80401468
oh no I mean like out in the wild obviously it's good to keep shit you don't want in the thread out people gotta know the unspoken rules

>>80401636
>oh no I mean like out in the wild
assuming we're on the same page and you're >>80401294 you should've mentioned that in your post, it kinda just ended up looking like you were claiming that every space needs to accept absolutely anything and everything. because i actually agree it's stupid to harass, or step on a moral pedestal to an artist in their own space or in a place that intentionally has no standards, even if said artist is shit because of the subject matter they tend to choose.

>>80399604
>Then Veth asks Alphys.
Rookie mistake

>>80401772
well I did say just "rule 34" and we were originally talking about redditors getting mad and people not wanting to see porn in general of this game, and we obviously aren't strangers to that here.

what I'm saying is if you don't wanna see porn of a character and you do, you gotta quickly get over that because it's an inevitability and just how the internet works(and if it's a deltarune character don't come here lol).

for weird fetish shit the rule of thumb is if you stumble across it in a space for it get out and don't be a jerk, if they come to your space with it they're being a jerk and need to get out.