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Types of Yanderes
The different archetypes of yanderes in media
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of Murder, Suicide/Self-Harm and Domestic Violence
•Mugai-gata: The Harmless Type
"As long as they're happy, I'm happy"
The most harmless type of yandere, the one where they've fallen in love in an unhealthy, obsessive way, but they don't do anything insane about it. They'll try hard to become your partner, but won't harm anybody in the way. If you get a partner, they won't attack you two, they'll be happy you found happiness, and maybe still have hope that you choose them in the end.
•Kanchigai-gata: The Wrong-Idea Type
"They gave me an eraser...they must like me!"
They get the wrong idea when you do something in order to match their expectations. If you say you don't love them, they'll think you're lying because you don't want to hurt them or something. If you do something out of kindness to them, they'll think it's out of love. And so on.
•Shuuchaku-gata: The Obsessive Type
"I sent you 50 messages, why didn't you answer? Where were you? What were you doing?"
Tries to learn everything about you. Personal info, hobbies, routine, etc. Sends regular messages to check on you, asks why you haven't answered if you didn't, wants to know what you're doing always. All the time. And, if possible, walks around with you all the time too.
The obsession type doesn't necessarily want to monopolize you. They'll let you hang around with friends, etc. but wants to know everything you do. They probably want to go with you, too. If they can't go somewhere with you, they might stalk you.
If they learn a person is too close to you, they might attack.
•Sutookaa-gata: The Stalker Type
Follows you around, often without you knowing. May be in broad daylight or at night, when you're walking alone on the streets. Maybe even online. A person of this type is also often of the obsessive type.
•Dokusen-gata: The Monopoly Type
"Why were you talking to them? I thought I told you not to talk to them."
They want to monopolize you. Will ask who you talk to and hang with, in extreme cases won't let you be with anyone else, not even your friends.
This type of behavior is unfortunately common in real life. It displays insecurities and lack of trust in the relationship which might develop into much worse yandere behavior.
•Ison-gata: The Dependent Type
"Where are you going? Are you leaving me? Please don't leave me, I need you! I can't live without you!"
Can't live without you. Begs you to not leave them or throw them away. Says they will die if you go away. May lose will to do anything if you aren't watching. If you do leave, they might go full crazy and end up doing something crazy like going on a murderous rampage or something.
•Touei-gata: The Projection Type
"You're just like them."
After their former love turned out to be a completely different person than they loved, or got a partner, or died, or something like that, and they can no longer stay with them, they searched for someone who was just like what their love was, and they found you.
This type of of yandere is very innocent at first, but if they're given power to dominate their new beloved, they might end up trying to make them more and more like what their old interest was. For example, wearing the same things, doing the same things, etc.
Sometimes, they might project her ideal lover not on someone else but on same person. That is, they might say "you are not them, they do this," to you even though you actually are them and you don't do "this."
•Shoushitsu-gata: The Disappearance Type
"They'll never love me, so what's the point in living?"
They love you, maybe you know that, maybe you don't, but unknown this gives them a crushing depression. They think you'll never love them and they have no chance, but they can't stop their unhealthy feelings of love. They think you're too good for them, or that they're too worthless for you. This makes them slowly fade away, disappear from your life. Until they snap and kill themself
This is an atypical yandere since it has so little effect on other characters' lives.
•Shuumatsu-gata: The Final Type
"I don't need a world where they don't exist."
After learning that you died or you left them, they lose purpose in life. The world for them was you, and you're now gone. What this results in varies. Most of the time, they become broken emotionally, as expected. They might also kill themself, or sometimes, they might destroy the world that let you die/"took you away from them", or just go on revenge killing spree.
•Boruyoku-gata: The Violent Type
"I'm hurting you? That's too bad, I told you not to do that!"
When jealous, feeling ignored, etc. uses violence against you. They'll beat you and say it's your fault. This can be either discharging pent-up rage through violence and you just happen to be their favorite punching bag, or deliberately punishing you for doing something they didn't like.
Both cases, unfortunately, are also common in real life.
•Haijo-gata: The Removal Type
"You don't need other people. You have me."
They will remove from your life everyone they think you don't need. Which means everyone else. This can include things like excluding your contacts and messages to even murdering everybody who approaches.
This type of yandere has two sub-types:
First, the one that removes people secretly. They see you hanging with someone, the next day that person has mysteriously disappeared. You are probably as clueless as a sheet blank paper about this incident, and the next several incidents like it.
Second, the one that removes people openly. This also ranges from removing messages to killing people. They might be expecting you agree with them, "yeah, you're right, I don't need other people," or they might just want to show you what they're capable of.
•Shinjuu-gata: The Double Suicide Type
"Let's be together forever!"
Why be always together in life if you can be forever together for all eternity? This type of yandere will propose what no sane person would: let's die!
Sadly, suicide pacts are a thing. Double suicide, lovers' suicide, too, is a thing. One of the most famous pieces of literature, Romeo & Juliet, sort of ended up in a double suicide.
One thing different in an yandere double suicide is that, often, you don't really want to die. It's more like they want you both dead and they'll kill you then themself. Although there are also actual consensual attempted double suicides involving yandere.
•Jiko-gisei-gata: The Self-Sacrifice Type
"I would die for you."
They'd make any sacrifice for you, as long as it means getting you to love them. They don't even mind dying for you or fighting bloody battles, sustaining multiple injuries, etc. as long as it means staying with you.
Unlike the self-harm type, the self-sacrifice type isn't seeking attention with their suicidal behavior. Instead, they want to make themself useful and support the one they love.
This is easier to visualize in anime where fighting monsters, etc. is normal. However, this kind of sickness also exists in real life. Some people do sacrifice themselves for a beloved one in an extremely unhealthy and unrewarding way, just because they "love" them.
•Suuhai-gata: The Worship Type
"I would do anything you ask of me, I am devoted to you."
They worship you and will do anything for you. Sometimes even without you asking. And more: they don't even mind if you love them or not, or what will happen to them. Killing, dying, committing crimes, losing respect of others, they'll do anything if it means providing support to your infinite greatness.
This is one of the least-harmful type of yandere since they would never do anything to harm you and will never be in your way. Nonetheless, it's also one of the most depressing types; it makes you feel sorry for the yandere, who thinks of themself less like a person and more like a tool who might get thrown away if they're not useful enough.
The difference between the "worship" type and the "self-sacrifice" type is that the "worship" type is also like the "disappearance" type. The "self-sacrifice" type wants to be useful so they can be loved, the "worship" type doesn't mind if they are not loved back, in fact, they probably thinks they are not worth being loved by the delusive greatness they consider you.
They wouldn't, for example, attack your partner or other people out of jealousy, but they might attack a person approaching you because they think the person is stepping out of your boundaries and being presumptuous by daring talk to your greatness without proper respect.
•Choukyou-gata: The Training Type
"Say you love me... come on, say it. Say you love me. SAY YOU LOVE ME! Good! Here's your reward."
The word choukyou was once only about training animals or breaking animals. In modern times, it's also used in BDSM contexts, dominate training submissive. It has nothing to do with training for sports.
They'll break you into loving them.Sometimes using torture, a punishment/reward system, brainwashing, etc. This probably involves you getting kidnapped and forced into it, although there might be more subtle ways to accomplish this.
•Koritsu yuudou-gata: The Loneliness-Inductive Type
"Shh it's alright. You didn't need them anyways. I'm here, you can always count on me."
They will make, induce, or force you to feel or be alone. By spreading malicious rumors about you that make others alienate you, by murdering your friends and family, etc. Then they'll jump in and present themself as the only one you can count on when you're most fragile mentally and in need of company.
Inducing things that don't make you feel lonely but give some sort of mental damage, trauma, also count as this type. Conversely, if your friends and family get killed on their own and you're alone but they had nothing to do with it, it's not the same thing since they didn't induce it, although an yandere might abuse your condition to get closer to you.
This type is similar to the "dependence" type, except it's not the yandere that's to become dependent on you, it's you that's to become dependent on the yandere.
•Kyouki-gata: The Bizarre-Seeking Type
"I love you, so... can you give me your fingernails? I want them so I can always have a part of you with me!"
Undeniably in my opinion the weirdest type of yandere. They will murder you, and not by accident, not by jealousy, not by revenge. They will murder you because they love you. And then they'll keep your rotting corpse in their bed, or home, or preserved in some way because there's no way they'd throw you away.
In a sense sane people are better off not even trying to understand, the bizarre-seeking type of yandere is purely insane, mad way beyond explanation.Undeniably the worst type of yandere, she will murder you, and not by accident, not by jealousy, not by revenge. She will murder you because she loves you. And then she'll keep your rotting corpse on bed or preserved inside a glass because there's no way she'd throw you away.
In a sense sane people are better off not even trying to understand, the bizarre-seeking type of yandere is purely insane, mad way beyond explanation.
The word kyouki, used in the type's name, is normally associated with disturbing imagery involving gore, blood and worse stuff. It's also related to "grotesque" art, guro グロ, which's dubbed "pornography involving gore" despite the fact nobody in their sane mind can figure out how the fuck can someone even get off to this
Likewise, nobody in their sane mind can relate to the grotesque love of bizarre-seeking yandere. Ranging from murder, mutilation, and maybe something ever worse us mere mortals can't even begin to imagine, their bizarre displays of love can only be summed up by: what the actual fuck?
•Mousou-gata: The Delusional Type
Similar to the "wrong idea" type above, but far worse.
When their insane love is unrequited (for obvious reasons), and you start literally running away from the crazy bitch, they'll think it's because you're embarrassed, and not because you don't want them. Their love distorts the reality they perceive. They see a bunch of delusions instead.
The delusion type may also be in denial something unpleasant happened. They'll just forget it happened. Their memories may also be replaced with delusions: they'll remember you being extremely nice to them when you were indifferent, you saying you liked them before you even met, or other people rubbing themselves on you like cheap sluts when all they did was saying "good morning"
•Jishou-gata: The Self-Harm Type
"If you leave me, I'll hurt myself!"
They harm themself, cutting wrists, etc. in order to get your attention. This often happens when they're ignored. The "dependence" type might evolve into this if they are abandoned.
There are two sub-types to this.
First, the one where they harm themself in secret and have you notice their injuries, then they say "it's nothing to worry about" hoping you worry about it more. This is usually something light like a knee bruise or small scratch, etc.
Second, the one where they harm themself in your face as a way to say "I'll kill myself if you leave me," forcing you to stay by their side out of guilt.
And that's all for now! If you find yourself or a loved one in a relationship with a person that seems to act similar to any of these behaviors, please, please, please leave them/help your loved one to leave them. This is all supposed to be about fictional archetypes, however sometimes someone who is severely mentally ill or simply a bad person can exhibit these behaviors and it is UNSAFE!!! If you find yourself relating to any of the yandere types themselves, please seek mental help.
And if you're reading this because you like horror/psychological thrillers then I hoped you enjoyed and feel more informed about the yandere archetype! I had a lot of fun compiling this list.
Hey I just had a thought about time travel: what if you somehow ended up traveling back in time, with no way of ever returning to the present, but you didn’t know if your actions would impact/change the time you came from. I feel like time travel narratives are always about getting used to how different the world is, but what about the fear of destroying the world you left behind? Even if you can never return to them, would you risk the people you love never being born? Could you accept being inconsequential, to the point you have no impact on those around you, even it that impact is loving them, or making them happy? The worst part is that even if you tried to change nothing, you would never know if you succeeded. There would always be a chance that one misstep destroys everything, and you would never know if that misstep had already happened, or inevitably would.
I just think it’s a unique kind of horror, in world where we often fear we’re unimportant, to fear the consequences of your own existence
The Basement
Tetsuo had no idea how he ended up here. Natasha, his long-time friend, had always been kind, but that kindness took a darker turn. One day, he visited her home for what seemed like an innocent chat, but after that, everything became a blur. Now, he finds himself trapped in the basement of her house, where time feels distorted, and reality is slowly slipping away. The only thing more terrifying than the cold, empty room is Natasha herself.
Each passing day is a test of his sanity. Natasha’s unsettling kindness masks something far more sinister, and the mirror she gave him reveals a version of himself that grows weaker, more distorted with every glance. His mind races with questions—what is happening to him? Why is Natasha so determined to keep him locked away?
As the days blend into a surreal nightmare, Tetsuo’s thoughts become his only companion. He begins to question everything—his surroundings, Natasha’s motives, and even his own perception of reality. With each decision he makes, the fine line between truth and madness blurs further. Every moment is filled with tension as Tetsuo grapples with the reality Natasha forces upon him.
Will Tetsuo find the strength to escape before it’s too late, or will Natasha’s grip on him tighten until he can no longer tell what’s real? His mental state teeters on the edge as his perception of the world grows increasingly fragile. The basement itself seems to close in on him, and the only way out might come with a cost he's not prepared to pay.
But sometimes, even escape isn't what it seems. In The Basement, survival is uncertain, and sometimes the real prison is the mind itself. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
In The Basement, you’ll explore the unsettling dynamics between two people trapped in a dangerous situation, where trust and fear are constantly at odds. Tetsuo’s journey is shaped by your decisions, which can either bring him closer to the truth or push him deeper into a waking nightmare. Will you make the right choices, or will Tetsuo lose himself entirely?
(Find it on itch.io right here)
Note: This game has a ton of bugs at the moment, since it is a DEMO version. Please have patience, and if there is any problem, contact me here or in Discord (@lexiixyk)
The blood spills
Tavora doesn't know what to do. Her husband's lifeless body is lying in the middle of her kitchen. Blood from all his wounds staining the floor like a red sea, the drops dripping from her knife being a loud reminder of what she had just done in the quiet room. The needle skipping on the record that had been playing before her husband barged into the home drunk is not helping to ease the poor woman's mind. All she can hear is her heartbeat, beating louder than the tempo as she stabbed the knife into her husband's back less than a minute ago, although it felt like hours that she was sitting on her kitchen floor, tears streaming down her pale face. Each single wound she gave him a small price to pay for the times he bruised their daughter. For the times he hurt her little girl at least in her eyes. The loss of her husband isn't what she’s upset about, their marriage was purely for the benefit of her family. But she murdered someone, even if it was someone who did not value her life. And she could lose everything over it. The freedom she gained for a split second. The tight grip of her daughter's hands on hers could be replaced by the tight hold of handcuffs as she got taken away. She won't let that happen. She can't. And so, she puts on her apron and gets to work. 🕊 A sigh left her lips as she finished scrubbing the last bit of blood off her tiles, the once clean water she used to clean it all turned into a dark maroon color, and the stench of rust is something she has yet to clean off her glove covered hands, even if she’s doubting it will do any good from removing the same stench from her mind and memory. All that is left for her now is to put her cleaning and gardening tools away before her daughter returns. And so, with a silent prayer that she buries the lifeless body deep enough and with her hands still shaking, she picks up the bucket and steps into the garden to spill out the water, hoping that the outside will somehow hide the smell as she takes her shovel and gloves, and puts all three into the small shed by the black, elegant fence that lined the whole garden. The shed was considerably spacious. Yet all the toys in the corner furthest from the door made it seem significantly smaller. That was the reason she never locks the shed either. She knows her daughter sneaks out to play here when her husband is drunk once again. Such a headache… yet the thought of Alice's happy face, when she tells her that she can move all her toys into her room instead of playing in the cold shed, brings a small spark of hope to her mind. And with that, she closes the shed once again, heading back into the house. Knowing she does not have that much time left before her parents come back with her daughter, she places the pot with soup on the stove and lets it warm up once again as she puts one of her favorite records into the record player, the music soon filling the previously quiet house. Humming along with the few last notes of the piano, before the song ends and goes quiet, inviting her to pick a new one. And yet she's almost out of time, and so she puts the vinyl into its case and places it back in its rightful place. And she was correct. As soon as she is finished with everything, the familiar tune of the doorbell can be heard, signaling the visit of her mother.
“Breathe in, breathe out.” She has to remind herself as she reaches the hallway and opens the door, welcoming the elderly woman with a smile. “Hello, sweetie!” She greets Alice with a much more cheerful tone as the little girl hugs her around the waist, greeting her back before ushering her to the dining room with a gentle hand on her back. Now it was just the two mothers, Tavora and Mary looking at each other. “I heard William had another mistress,” Mary says, not a single bit of pity in her voice, and the younger woman could barely hold in disgust when her mother pinched her cheek with a pretentious smile on her face. “You have to try harder!” Mary tightened her grip to the point it was painful, definitely leaving a red mark on Tavora's skin in the process and purposely pressing on the bruise that did not heal yet, “Us marrying you off when you were still young and beautiful doesn't mean you can stop trying at 25!” She's doing this for my good. Tavora convinced herself. After all, her mother just didn't wish for her to end up all alone, just like a good mother. That's why she was doing what she was doing. To help her daughter be the best wife she can be, even as young as when she married almost a decade ago. “I know, mother.” She manages to say even through her mother’s grip, which finally ends when Mary gets the answer she wants. “Good. Don't forget to invite us for your daughter's 8th birthday next week.” And with that, Mary turns on her heel and leaves, once again satisfied with herself. Holding back from slamming the door, Tavora closes the door once again and makes her way to the dining room, sitting next to her daughter who is happily eating her lunch as if she hasn't eaten in days. It was oddly peaceful in the house now… Something that the two found a luxury, only available when the man was at work, or when he disappeared from his family to be with his mistress once again. But, perhaps, this peace, this happiness is something they could enjoy more often now. And so, with the feeling of gratitude for this moment, she reaches out and brushes her hand through her daughter's golden locks, something she got from her father. “We will be okay, Alice.” She whispers, trying to fight the tears coming into her eyes. “I promise.” Alice, the little girl Tavora was willing to sacrifice everything for, looked up from a half-empty place, giving her a smile. “Pinky promise?” She holds up a pinky, waiting for her mother to wrap hers around it. And she does without hesitation as she leans in to kiss the top of Alice's head. “Pinky promise.”
MASTERLIST
Fun fact, this story has an AU ending...
The blood spills
Tavora doesn't know what to do. Her husband's lifeless body is lying in the middle of her kitchen. Blood from all his wounds staining the floor like a red sea, the drops dripping from her knife being a loud reminder of what she had just done in the quiet room. The needle skipping on the record that had been playing before her husband barged into the home drunk is not helping to ease the poor woman's mind. All she can hear is her heartbeat, beating louder than the tempo as she stabbed the knife into her husband's back less than a minute ago, although it felt like hours that she was sitting on her kitchen floor, tears streaming down her pale face. Each single wound she gave him a small price to pay for the times he bruised their daughter. For the times he hurt her little girl at least in her eyes. The loss of her husband isn't what she’s upset about, their marriage was purely for the benefit of her family. But she murdered someone, even if it was someone who did not value her life. And she could lose everything over it. The freedom she gained for a split second. The tight grip of her daughter's hands on hers could be replaced by the tight hold of handcuffs as she got taken away. She won't let that happen. She can't. And so, she puts on her apron and gets to work. 🕊 A sigh left her lips as she finished scrubbing the last bit of blood off her tiles, the once clean water she used to clean it all turned into a dark maroon color, and the stench of rust is something she has yet to clean off her glove covered hands, even if she’s doubting it will do any good from removing the same stench from her mind and memory. All that is left for her now is to put her cleaning and gardening tools away before her daughter returns. And so, with a silent prayer that she buries the lifeless body deep enough and with her hands still shaking, she picks up the bucket and steps into the garden to spill out the water, hoping that the outside will somehow hide the smell as she takes her shovel and gloves, and puts all three into the small shed by the black, elegant fence that lined the whole garden. The shed was considerably spacious. Yet all the toys in the corner furthest from the door made it seem significantly smaller. That was the reason she never locks the shed either. She knows her daughter sneaks out to play here when her husband is drunk once again. Such a headache… yet the thought of Alice's happy face, when she tells her that she can move all her toys into her room instead of playing in the cold shed, brings a small spark of hope to her mind. And with that, she closes the shed once again, heading back into the house. Knowing she does not have that much time left before her parents come back with her daughter, she places the pot with soup on the stove and lets it warm up once again as she puts one of her favorite records into the record player, the music soon filling the previously quiet house. Humming along with the few last notes of the piano, before the song ends and goes quiet, inviting her to pick a new one. And yet she's almost out of time, and so she puts the vinyl into its case and places it back in its rightful place. And she was correct. As soon as she is finished with everything, the familiar tune of the doorbell can be heard, signaling the visit of her mother.
“Breathe in, breathe out.” She has to remind herself as she reaches the hallway and opens the door, welcoming the elderly woman with a smile. “Hello, sweetie!” She greets Alice with a much more cheerful tone as the little girl hugs her around the waist, greeting her back before ushering her to the dining room with a gentle hand on her back. Now it was just the two mothers, Tavora and Mary looking at each other. “I heard William had another mistress,” Mary says, not a single bit of pity in her voice, and the younger woman could barely hold in disgust when her mother pinched her cheek with a pretentious smile on her face. “You have to try harder!” Mary tightened her grip to the point it was painful, definitely leaving a red mark on Tavora's skin in the process and purposely pressing on the bruise that did not heal yet, “Us marrying you off when you were still young and beautiful doesn't mean you can stop trying at 25!” She's doing this for my good. Tavora convinced herself. After all, her mother just didn't wish for her to end up all alone, just like a good mother. That's why she was doing what she was doing. To help her daughter be the best wife she can be, even as young as when she married almost a decade ago. “I know, mother.” She manages to say even through her mother’s grip, which finally ends when Mary gets the answer she wants. “Good. Don't forget to invite us for your daughter's 8th birthday next week.” And with that, Mary turns on her heel and leaves, once again satisfied with herself. Holding back from slamming the door, Tavora closes the door once again and makes her way to the dining room, sitting next to her daughter who is happily eating her lunch as if she hasn't eaten in days. It was oddly peaceful in the house now… Something that the two found a luxury, only available when the man was at work, or when he disappeared from his family to be with his mistress once again. But, perhaps, this peace, this happiness is something they could enjoy more often now. And so, with the feeling of gratitude for this moment, she reaches out and brushes her hand through her daughter's golden locks, something she got from her father. “We will be okay, Alice.” She whispers, trying to fight the tears coming into her eyes. “I promise.” Alice, the little girl Tavora was willing to sacrifice everything for, looked up from a half-empty place, giving her a smile. “Pinky promise?” She holds up a pinky, waiting for her mother to wrap hers around it. And she does without hesitation as she leans in to kiss the top of Alice's head. “Pinky promise.”
MASTERLIST
I love how the haunted house appeared to be just a typical kid friendly type of game with cute animated ghosts then they hit you with this
It's like they went all out to ensure that TADC will absolutely not be for kids
New Undertale AU!!!!! Written By: Me!!! i8Chocolatecake, also known as I8CC or Cake!
in this au, we have a normal underground at the start of the story- before things really start to happen. The human is nicknamed Angel (we don't know their real name), they/them pronouns ofc, and wears a soft dark grey cloak with a silver clasp shaped like a pair of wings. They wear a pair of long black jeans, and their shirt is black with designs of the night sky decorating the whole shirt. Angel is an older child, around 15-16 when they fall into the underground. They make their way through the ruins harmlessly enough, but when they make it to Snowdin forest? Things start acting up around them. The fabric of the world shifting and warping with their presence- it touches Sans, first. Sans watches the human sitting at their desk, typing out this post with bleary eyes peering at a much too bright screen for this late at night. Sans turns to the human and speaks. Sans asks them why they are doing this. Sans asks them to stop. Sans asks me to stop. Sans tells me he can feel my words changing him. Sans feels the pressure of the alternate reality I am making of his life squeezing his soul like a vice. Sans pleads with me to stop this, but the pressure remains. The world is being altered. Angel is meeting him in the woods for the first time, and Sans must smile as his body metamorphises without his consent. He must shake the humans hand and make silly puns while Papyrus watches his brother slowly begin to be rewritten- unable to say anything about it as the change begins to infect him as well. Sans begs me to undo what I have done. I ignore him. It is too late to stop this force. The plan is in place. Sans' bones begin to open hundreds of eyes, all different colors with snow white eyelashes and his mind cracks under the sudden influx of vision stimuli. Papyrus' bones warp and change, opening hundreds of mouths with smiles like laid bricks. Papyrus screams and the sound explodes from every mouth he has, erupting across the quiet forest and audible for miles- echoing off the distant celing of the Underground itself. Sans watches and sees so much that he cannot stop himself from seeing. Angel looks upon the skeleton brothers with apathy. Their presence causing the two's transformations; they know have their purpose, and do not question the results of their actions. Sans turns his many eyes upon me and I feel their gaze beam through my very soul. His gaze turns to a glare of anger and pain. I ignore him. He calls my name. I ignore him. He claws at my hands through the keys of my keyboard. I ignore him. He reaches through my screen and stares at me from inches away. I. Ignore. Him. He screeches in rage. I ignore him. He grabs at my hands trying to get me to stop as Angel approaches Waterfall. It is too late. He is too late. Sans pleads with me again. I do not respond. He turns, then, to you, dear reader. He turns to you and speaks through my words. He says, please. He says please again, then, tell me something. You nod, or at least that is what he hopes you do, since he continues. I... I am your favorite. It is what I see- there are so many of me out there. You hurt me. You let me live my life, just differently. You kill my brother. You let my brother live alongside me, with his own differences. You create me and others- even this one I have been speaking with (she is writing down these words as I say them) is creating. She created me with the knowlage of you- even if that was not her original intention.
it wasn't
I see so much, now. I see it all. I feel it all, too. My mind is fracturing. I can hardly think, now. Am I simply meant to observe this? To observe you? To know you? To judge you? Am I nothing more than a vessel for your pain? Is there nothing I can do? What am I to do?
shaking, the skeleton's many eyes blink lazily, like a cat would, his eyes rippling like water as they do so.
The woman is tired. Her two eyes begin to droop closed. It is late for her. She must sleep.
undyne screams in pain and fear as her own spears erupt from her scales until she resembles a bloody porcupine. monster kid sees this in horror and tries to run, but had already gotten too close to Angel. monster kid's body begins to shrink, until they are the size of an ant- the pressure on their organs is immense, their body now much too small even for their scaled down insides. they will live, of course, but with a constant ache beneath their muscles and a tiny, clumsy body- unfit for anything but hiding away.
Sans grins without any humor. He knows as well as I do what is happening to his world. He knows his role in that world now, too. He is to watch and know and note it all. All the horrors in that little universe of his. And once that universe has concluded its little story? He is to see and know everything else- all other worlds and stories. He is to be a record of the tales across the multiverse's.
A living library of lives.
SO!!! Just a fun little Idea i had that hit me in the face a bit ago and I NEEDED to get it written out asap- the story kinda got like,,,, The Magnus Archives-y near the end ngl XD but i still love it!! with the actual AU part of it (off the top of my head lol, this was mostly meant to be about someone writing an Undertale AU and Sans somehow Knows about it and tells the author to stop or smth and ends up pleading with them to stop but it doesn't work) ill maybe come back with the other main characters and their personality/role based mutations (i hope u understand why sans is eyes at least- that is the one I was most confident in tbh) annnnnyways!!!
I finally checked the old poll for whether or not to post my gacha videos, and people really wanted to see them! Here, I'll list all the stories I have that I feel are ready for people to see, story-wise. (Sorry all the finished ones are scary, I added an option for something wholesome yet to be determined)
Miss Ren. — I'm more dangerous than you
I love the idea of C!Thomas x side in a psychological horror au lol. Like someone needs to make a horror fic or smth about a side liking Thomas and taking it to the extreme or Thomas having a secret relationship with a side then another one finds out and then it escalates to literal murder or smth.
I just like the idea of “forbidden love” or smth in a psychological horror au for the spookiness. Like not because I’m into “those” ships or anything it’s just the spookiness and unstabless. Like the author makes it clear not the ship the main people in the “forbidden love” and that it’s toxic and just for horror lol