Tape One
I fear I fell a long time ago in the ruins. However, I have met many monster's who refuse to hurt me. A few, yes, want the bounty off my head. I do have a friendship with many of these monsters. But, if you did see this buried in the flowers, I have passed now. they are both hiding my soul away, for they know what happens if the monsters escape. Well, more like he is. They have passed away, too. Much like his son's, he is. My soul is a soul of determination. Like most humans. I'm afraid of being a ghost now, but I know I have him with me.
Recording Terminated.
Rules:
-Normal rules
-Stay in Undertale lore.
-No winning every battle, this leads to dragging the whole plotline down.
-Yes, monsters can have powers. But this doesn't mean you can take advantage of that.
Sans:
Papyrus:
Gaster: @Blotch'd
Tori:
Asgore:
Flowey/Asriel: @Blotch'd
Frisk:
Chara: @Blotch'd
Undyne:
Alphy's:
Napstablook:
Mettaton:
And anyone else I haven't listed!
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapon:
Soul Color:
Other:
Name: Thistle
Age: Over 500 years
Appearance: Thistle is a ghost wearing a grey shirt, grey shorts, and light grey sneakers. His hair is a very dark, musky grey.
Personality: He is very mature and is a quick learner. He is often merciful to monsters, and doesn't know how to interact with living humans and hasn't for over 50 years after his death.
Weapon: N/A
Soul Color: N/A
Other: N/A
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Gaster and Thistle stood in the old abandoned lab, looking around. "Gaster...?" Thistle asked. Gaster turned, waiting for a question. "Why can Napstablook be seen, but not us?" he asked. Gaster had shrugged. He didn't know how to reply in a way he would understand.
Meanwhile, Flowey sat in his old spot. He knew how to move, but he just expected somebody to fall soon. "Ugh...Same old routine. 'Howdy! Howdy Howdy! Happy Fun and Games!'" Flowey mocked himself, scoffing at his childish routine. Chara had watched, unable to be seen by any eyes. They tried to break the silence, but Flowey wouldn't hear her. "If only. If only."
I fear I fell a long time ago in the ruins. However, I have met many monster's who refuse to hurt me. A few, yes, want the bounty off my head. I do have a friendship with many of these monsters. But, if you did see this buried in the flowers, I have passed now. they are both hiding my soul away, for they know what happens if the monsters escape. Well, more like he is. They have passed away, too. Much like his son's, he is. My soul is a soul of determination. Like most humans. I'm afraid of being a ghost now, but I know I have him with me.
Recording Terminated.
Rules:
-Normal rules
-Stay in Undertale lore.
-No winning every battle, this leads to dragging the whole plotline down.
-Yes, monsters can have powers. But this doesn't mean you can take advantage of that.
Sans:
Papyrus:
Gaster: @Blotch'd
Tori:
Asgore:
Flowey/Asriel: @Blotch'd
Frisk:
Chara: @Blotch'd
Undyne:
Alphy's:
Napstablook:
Mettaton:
And anyone else I haven't listed!
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapon:
Soul Color:
Other:
Name: Thistle
Age: Over 500 years
Appearance: Thistle is a ghost wearing a grey shirt, grey shorts, and light grey sneakers. His hair is a very dark, musky grey.
Personality: He is very mature and is a quick learner. He is often merciful to monsters, and doesn't know how to interact with living humans and hasn't for over 50 years after his death.
Weapon: N/A
Soul Color: N/A
Other: N/A
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Gaster and Thistle stood in the old abandoned lab, looking around. "Gaster...?" Thistle asked. Gaster turned, waiting for a question. "Why can Napstablook be seen, but not us?" he asked. Gaster had shrugged. He didn't know how to reply in a way he would understand.
Meanwhile, Flowey sat in his old spot. He knew how to move, but he just expected somebody to fall soon. "Ugh...Same old routine. 'Howdy! Howdy Howdy! Happy Fun and Games!'" Flowey mocked himself, scoffing at his childish routine. Chara had watched, unable to be seen by any eyes. They tried to break the silence, but Flowey wouldn't hear her. "If only. If only."