Tornado - What Is The Biggest Change You've Ever Made To Them? How Have They Changed From Their Original

🌪️ tornado - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version? // for elesa or andy the apple ?? :0

Due to the fact I don't think I've strayed an egregious amount for Elesa & Andy's changes just being more interesting, I'll expand on him!

The most notable change is that Andy is separate from Thomas, his creator possessing him, or more accurately simply embodying him since Andy at his core is by technicality simply code with no true body to inhabit, as long as your looking at it by technicality, of course.

And the second most notable change is that Andy doesn't know Thomas, he inherits little to none of his knowledge of what's truly happening here. Andy only knows that he loves his friends, until they're not his friends, and he can't place when or why they aren't anymore. Andy only knows that he loves the farm, until he feels drawn to dig his hands in something living, rip open meat or dirt to peel back what's underneath but he can never dig deep enough to rip at what something is telling him to peel off the walls, how it's not right. Andy knows the barn until its dark and it's not a barn its a maze and there's a man he doesn't know and he doesn't understand why they've locked him in with a stranger who feels so familiar and so foreign at the same time, a stranger who he doesn't know, a stranger who part of him says he does, a stranger that, for once, he can agree with whatever else keeps telling him otherwise when it says that the stranger scares him.

Andy is unaware as much as he is. Andy doesn't understand. Andy doesn't know if he wants to. Andy doesn't know about ghosts yet, but he's starting to learn. Andy never knew what that inhuman, ghastly fear was like until it rips out his bones and replaces it with something squirming. Andy hears those horrors in the sluggish sloshing of the water in the bottom of the lake and the forests clanging dead branches and the cracking of half-burnt wood under his work-boots that aren't his. Andy's never killed anyone, but he can't stop washing his hands like there's something to get off.

Andy's scared. He can't help you. He's sorry. He's so, so sorry.

if she thought about it too hard, too long, she was sure she'd start crying again.

she'd been doing that a lot lately, with too big feelings in a too small body, it'd been something inherent to her long before Gaster's disappearance.

though, Alphys often thought of it in herself like a childish quirk, the equivalent perhaps of a toddler throwing a tantrum ━ however untrue that is, however harsh it might be to her capability ━ when those feelings became too much to contain so easily, rippling out as though intent to fill the cracks and grooves of her scales and the place she'd made home, smooth it out until there was nothing but that heart in her hands.

however, Gaster's return and simultaneous remembrance felt like one of the few instances where it was justified. almost expected.

they'd been calling it his disappearance ; the sentiment present but still the wrong word, she knew, because it implied someone knew it was missing. she wished she did. she wished she did. it wouldn't have mattered what it took, she'd have tried it. maybe that's why its for the better that she hadn't, rather than her being the only one mindfully aware. ━━━ it would've drove her insane more than it wouldn't. the guilt of not knowing doesn't die so easily, though, and neither does the longing to have helped them sooner.

many years of missing them built up into one sudden recollection. she could, and has, likened it to being stabbed.

maybe that's why she tries to avoid the consideration as her claws fiddle with ceramics ━ something she often does not bother with, when the bare-minimum is good enough ━ because it would be too easy to invoke again. maybe thats why the offer was so simple, just getting coffee with him, instead of lingering in the old memories the labs would bring her.

still; this, somehow, still feels indefinitely, undefineably familiar. she is trying not to think about it.

“i- y-yeah! i am too-! i mean- being w-wrong is never a good feeling, but it's.. pretty nice i-i'd think, h-here! with how ━ uh ━ e-everything turned out-!“

her neck twitches ━ a quirk of hers she's had forever, the snap of the jaw jutting forwards in uncontrolled muscle movement ━ as she sets out the cups. the room is cleaner than Alphys almost ever is or was; imperfect, perhaps haphazard, but better. if Gaster was to look closely, it'd notice the heads of wires peeking just barely out of drawers, edges of paper leveraging ever-so-slightly between shelves just into view ━━ one of the cabinets hangs awkwardly on its hinge, broken once, a clean then jagged scar of a slice through the almost-center of the wood, repaired with thick ductape. you could see the indents where her claws began carving at the top layer of the wood or shredding at the tape, depending on which was unfortunate enough to be in her way.

her hands twitch when the coffee-maker plays an off-tune jingle, and she reaches over. only heating water, with an array of teas lined crookedly on the countertop, and an unopened bag of ground coffee which looked expensive.

she couldn't remember which he liked best out of all of them. she'd spent days researching the best coffee she could get her hands on before offering, just in case.

”h-how have you been ━ um ━ b-b-both in general a-and adjusting wise-? w-w-well, i don't know if there's a ━ a lot to adjust to, p-persay? b-b-but━“ she trails off, aimless, unable to resolve the sentence the way she wants to.

"oh-! s-sorry, i should've asked before━ what w-would you prefer-?"

@quillheel asked ; ❛ i never thought i’d see you again . ❜ / to gaster, from alphys !

A wide smile rests on his skull, clearly overjoyed to see her once more. He's been overjoyed to see everyone once again, but Alphys is someone he was looking forwards to seeing most. Much has happened since their last real meeting, and he's more than aware of that fact. He can only hope that doesn't prevent them from resuming the friendship they once had.

"In all honesty, I was of the same mind.. until recently, that is. I am glad to be wrong."

send in “ you’re such an idiot. “ for the sender to clean the receiver’s wounds while lightly scolding them for being so reckless when the receiver show up on their doorstep for medical attention.

alternatively, send in “ at least i have you here to look after me, right? “ for the receiver to clean the sender’s wounds while lightly scolding them for being so reckless after the sender shows up on their doorstep for medical attention. ( feel free to elaborate on how they got the injuries!! )

character development anon! what are anatoly's three favorite types of flowers?

Anatoly has never really been a flower guy, believe it or not!

Anatoly focuses himself on herbs & edible plants as a whole, which by all means encompasses flowers, but the focus is the food of it, not the flower itself. He sees the rose for the tea, not its petals, in a sense. Though, he’s not completely ignorant to the aesthetic beauty of flowers, he simply prefers other kinds, such as the golden fields of wheat, the bright red shine of lingonberries, or the sturdy cultivation of thick stems from sugar beets all lined in fields.

If he did have to pick, however, he’d probably pick the carpathian snowbell, erysimum hungaricum, and the bird's-eye primrose. He is very fond of buttercups, angel’s trumpets, dandelions and as well bluebells however.

language is literally so beautiful like in english "i miss you" comes from being unable to locate someone in the field after battle, it's "i look for you but i can't find you" but the french "tu me manques" is also about absence but it's not something i do, it's something that happens to me, as in "you are something essential lacking inside me", in portuguese it's either "sinto a tua falta" as in "i feel your absence" or, from solitude you get "saudade de você" as in "i am lonely [of] you", and in spanish the word comes from stranger and it's something one does, "te extraño" as in "i am making a stranger out of you", and, and, and

They say that long ago, an angel fell into the sea

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