peak amazing to see more alphys content where she actually.. heh.. TAKES action...

Igor forgot he made this and he not like it no more

[UNUSED] Farewell

Pandora Palace (g-rotten)

* hopefully you'll be the last of your kind to show up here.
* .. yeah right.

21. Rattlejack

(Kris) * It's gone pretty dark...
How long have we been in there...?
(Susie) * No idea, but we probably should get going.
And... reflect on everything that just happened.
(Kris) * . . . 
What the hell did we sign up for?

Task: Go home

35 - Settlement "Quiet Night"

ENTRY NUMBER 18
* i told asgore that they all melted together
* he smiled?
* he wants me to move them to new home asap
* to see if they can get thru the barrier.
* i told him thats not a good idea
* theyre not a mindless unthinking army, asgore
* they keep looking at me i think they know i did this to them
* AND HE DOESNT CARE. he just said to continue working on mettaton
* WHAT DO I DO
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art by fella https://underfell.tumblr.com/post/184118684216/tbt-spam02-there-were-many-calls-about-undynes

sorry for the long wait!! i had a lot of school stuff to take care of it was just midterm after midterm. im getting back into it. also wowww first area theme!

UNDERFELL - Legion Unraveling

kris is my favorite probably
played the keyboard for this

constant synchronicity

Deltamon official OST
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Music by @snowyboi64

Amber Soil

*Welcome to EveryTown.
*See familiar locations, we tried our best with the lava.
<3 Ask how they are feeling.
*Yeah, ever since the treatment, she gave us our own little town in the dark where we can... feel like ourselves again.
*It keeps our mind off things, from our new bodies, our families.
*...
*But hey, you're here now, and the yellow kid seems to be having fun here, stop by good ol' Muttler's if ya want anything.

[UNDERTALE - PROPHECY] EveryTown

Never—no, never—could they have imagined it.
That an encounter with an extraterrestrial civilization might come to pass. Yes, the probability existed. But it seemed so infinitesimal, so distant, that it belonged more to dream than to calculation. Humanity lifted its gaze to the stars, convinced that if such a day ever arrived, it would be written in the heavens.

And yet…

The worst nightmare took shape.
Yes, a civilization existed—alien, monstrous, and all too real.
The encounter came, but not where we expected.

No… not in the firmament.
Not in the frozen infinity of space.

But beneath our feet.
Beneath the Earth’s crust.

It was there we found them.
A swarming immensity, ancient and foul. The air reeked of damp stone and rotting flesh; the ground quivered beneath the innumerable stirrings of their bodies. In the dark resounded the chittering of their limbs, the wet rasp of their breath, the obscene scraping of flesh against stone. Even the most battle-hardened souls felt their minds split, for to gaze upon those shapes—nameless, writhing, obscene—was to stand at the very threshold of madness.

And this discovery… tolled the death knell of mankind.

For we then understood that we had never been the masters of this world.
That our empires, our religions, our sciences were but fragile ornaments resting upon a treacherous surface.
Since ages older than ocean and mountain, beneath the weight of stone and fire, the true sovereigns had slumbered. Their memory already haunted our myths: Hades, Tartarus, the underworld—forebodings repressed, disguised as legend.

We were but a fleeting dream, an illusion of autonomy.
And already, in the bowels of the earth, something stirs.
The true masters awaken.
Their hour is not to come—
it has come.


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Jamais, non jamais, ils n’auraient pu l’imaginer. Qu’une rencontre avec une civilisation extraterrestre puisse advenir — certes, la probabilité existait. Mais elle paraissait si infime, si lointaine, qu’elle relevait davantage du songe que du calcul. L’humanité levait les yeux vers les étoiles, persuadée que si ce jour devait survenir, il serait écrit dans le ciel. Et pourtant… Le pire cauchemar prit corps. Oui, une civilisation existait — étrangère, monstrueuse, et bien réelle. La rencontre eut lieu, mais pas là où nous l’attendions. Non… pas dans le firmament. Pas dans l’infinité glaciale de l’espace. Mais sous nos pieds. Sous la croûte terrestre. C’est là que nous les découvrîmes. Une immensité grouillante, ancienne et fétide. L’air empestait la pierre moite et la chair en décomposition ; le sol vibrait sous le fourmillement innombrable de leurs corps. Dans l’obscurité résonnaient le cliquetis de leurs membres, le râle visqueux de leur respiration, le frottement immonde de chairs contre la roche. Même les âmes les plus aguerries sentirent leur esprit se fendre, car contempler ces formes — innommables, grouillantes, obscènes — revenait à marcher au seuil même de la folie. Et cette découverte… sonnait le glas de l’humanité. Car nous comprîmes alors que nous n’avions jamais été les maîtres de ce monde. Que nos empires, nos religions, nos sciences n’étaient que des ornements fragiles posés sur une surface trompeuse. Depuis des ères plus anciennes que l’océan et la montagne, sous le poids de la pierre et du feu, les véritables souverains sommeillaient. Leur souvenir rôdait déjà dans nos mythes : Hadès, le Tartare, les enfers — autant de pressentiments refoulés que nous avions déguisés en légendes. Nous n’étions qu’un rêve fugace, une illusion d’autonomie. Et déjà, dans les entrailles de la terre, quelque chose remue. Les véritables maîtres s’éveillent. Leur heure n’est pas à venir — elle est venue.

The Hour of the Depths

room for one more stortion 4 40 bpm take 1 8425

finding time 8 36 bpm take 1 9825

hi i make stuff

if you wanna use my stuff go ahead bro! just link back to the song or credit or whatever. if not that's ok too BUT i'll find where you live. no biggie. ALSO PLEASE TAG ME IN THAT STUFF IT'D BE SO COOL

UNDERFELL - Legion Unraveling

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