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“Nightmares? Ha ha ha, really, darling?” Mettaton NEO drawled, voice now smoother and more melodic than his rectangle form. He twitched a smirk before his mouth spread wider into a somewhat manic grin.
“It’s not really that, is it? Since you know about it then...that’s about as good as a confession, isn’t it? Are they as real as they feel?” Mettaton glared at the human. “It doesn’t matter either way now. As any true fan would know, I was first created as a human eradication robot. It was only after becoming a star that things were...altered a little. However, those original functions have never really been removed. And now that my defensive shielding is charged...”
The robot’s mechanical wings spread out further as he raised his right arm, blaster at the end drawing energy to it in bright, pulsing waves as his normally closed eye glinted menacingly.
“YOU WON’T GET PAST ME. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE PLAYING AT WITH ALL OF THIS, BUT DON’T WORRY, DARLING! I’m not heartless. THE LEAST I CAN DO IS HELP YOU GO OUT WITH A BANG!”
Read the story here:
*** archiveofourown.org/works/1596… ***Summary:
After successfully living on the surface for four months and, much to Sans’ surprise, discovering Frisk is actually a magic user, Frisk initiates a reset. But why and to what end?
The story stemmed from the idea: “What if the stick Frisk had wasn’t just a stick?” and the rest is history.
New chapters will be posted each Saturday.
Notes:
This story is a rewritten version of a series of RPs we made between February 2016 and March 2017 wherein Harry Potter lore/universe is worked in, however the events of those books took place many, many, years ago prior to the events of Frisk falling into the Underground. The story deviates off of the true pacifist route to achieve a different ending result.
Rating: T for language and some violent scenes

Description

Excerpt:
“Nightmares? Ha ha ha, really, darling?” Mettaton NEO drawled, voice now smoother and more melodic than his rectangle form. He twitched a smirk before his mouth spread wider into a somewhat manic grin.
“It’s not really that, is it? Since you know about it then...that’s about as good as a confession, isn’t it? Are they as real as they feel?” Mettaton glared at the human. “It doesn’t matter either way now. As any true fan would know, I was first created as a human eradication robot. It was only after becoming a star that things were...altered a little. However, those original functions have never really been removed. And now that my defensive shielding is charged...”
The robot’s mechanical wings spread out further as he raised his right arm, blaster at the end drawing energy to it in bright, pulsing waves as his normally closed eye glinted menacingly.
“YOU WON’T GET PAST ME. I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE PLAYING AT WITH ALL OF THIS, BUT DON’T WORRY, DARLING! I’m not heartless. THE LEAST I CAN DO IS HELP YOU GO OUT WITH A BANG!”
Read the story here:
*** archiveofourown.org/works/1596… ***Summary:
After successfully living on the surface for four months and, much to Sans’ surprise, discovering Frisk is actually a magic user, Frisk initiates a reset. But why and to what end?
The story stemmed from the idea: “What if the stick Frisk had wasn’t just a stick?” and the rest is history.
New chapters will be posted each Saturday.
Notes:
This story is a rewritten version of a series of RPs we made between February 2016 and March 2017 wherein Harry Potter lore/universe is worked in, however the events of those books took place many, many, years ago prior to the events of Frisk falling into the Underground. The story deviates off of the true pacifist route to achieve a different ending result.
Rating: T for language and some violent scenes