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FAWN: Page 25

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hope your doing great and you got those beta readers!

Aww this is a such a sweet comment! Thank your for checking up on me. I am currently on a birthday road trip/camping and so far it’s going great—if not a bit horrific in some moments. Hahaha…

As for the beta readers, unfortunately no takes yet, but that’s alright. If push comes to shove, and it’s looking like it, I can find them in a few other places.

A Chapter Left to Die

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Before I decide to throw in the towel with Lugubriosity, and start again with Fawn, I started this chapter; the real chapter 35. It is only the beginning of an interaction that I intended to lead into another major plot point. Because Fawn will be slightly different, I'm not against exposing the plans I had for this chapter.

Guy, Hunny's father, approached Sans under the guise of friendly bonding. Guy, unlike Sans, was aware that Papyrus raped his daughter and got off scot-free—in fact, Papyrus was now seen as a hero in the community. Guy seeks revenge, of course he does, but he obviously doesn't stand a chance against the newly promoted Captain of the Royal Guard. Now Sans, on the other hand, was a disowned recovering dust-addict. Most monsters wouldn't even spit on him if he were on fire. The end result should be obvious, right?

Only it's not, and we know it's not because the following day Sans was taken to Gaster's lab to prepare for the ritual. So what happened? Perhaps we can explore this question in Fawn.

The Dump had everything a monster could ever want. All sorts of crap fell down here from the hole in the sky to give them a sprinkle of heaven—not that the surface was all the hoot. Nothing but junk, some would say, but despite it being crap, it was crap that wasn’t the usual crabapples or nice cream sandwiches with more nice than cream. When he was younger and he managed to pull his little brother and himself out of their hellhole of a home, the Dump was their new father. It sheltered them, entertained them, fed them, and on the occasion when scarier monsters came looking to do awful things to a couple of weaklings, the Dump protected them.

The Dump was a better father.

Sans stared at a particularly cozy hole between two deflated tires. It would be perfect for hiding if he were two times smaller and three times thinner. Fat asses, such as himself, would be better fitted for a fridge. Skeletons didn’t have fat—tell that to his big bones, he thought.

He chuckled.

And his eyes spotted an old treadmill on a pile of junk. Half of him was tempted to yank it out of the trash pile and—actually he would. No one could tell him otherwise, no one was home now to object or demand he get the filthy thing out of the house. For the first time since Papyrus became a ward of the Crown, Sans lived alone. He hated it now just as he hated it then. At least back when they were kids Paps would write to him, call him, and see him as frequently as the system would allow. Half an hour ago was the last time he’s seen his brother in over two months, and it was simply a passing glance, a brief touch, before Sans did the one thing he was good at; he disappeared.

Sans clenched the handle of a rusted tricycle to pull himself over a busted refrigerator. His once clean khakis were stained in old orange juice when his knee crushed a convenience store bag. He didn’t mind it. He also missed when he was allowed to embrace his inner slob. Alphys mentioned something about cleanliness and godliness, and he never once pegged her as the Mother Mary type. Science and religion tended to clash more times than not, but it could just be a phrase she read in a manga. They were so known for spewing Bible verses right?

Sans got to the top of the trash pile quicker than he initially expected. He felt pretty victorious, like the king of a castle, and the Dump was his kingdom. An empty popcorn pile leaned against his once white socks. He picked it up and placed it on his head, and along with his roach-regal headwear, he snatched a cracked drain pipe from the pile next. From this moment forward, it shall be his staff, and he shall boss around every rat in this horde.

He smiled at himself.

Paps used to love playing pretend. His favorite game was the knight in shining armor destined to save them all from the dragon's destructive path. Everyone deserved redemption, that’s what his brother believed then. No soul left behind no matter how damaged or unwanted.

How did things get so—

“Howdy up there!”

Sans spun around so quickly that he nearly lost his footing. On the ground below was a monster shielding their eyes from the sun in order to see Sans. The Dump was brighter than most places Underground. Here, there was the rare blend of artificial and natural sunlight. “Need any help?” Sans had to squint to make out the face. He recognized it.

The bunny guy from his druggie support group.

He threw the pipe down and shook off the popcorn carton. Suddenly this whole situation felt mighty ridiculous. Why the hell would a skeleton need a treadmill?

“No, uh, I was just…” Sans started to climb down carefully to prevent any broken bones. His back was already on fire by the time he made it half way, but his back was always on fire since Grillby shoved that pole through his spine, so that was nothing new. “I’m not homeless or anything.” That was the first thing he said when made it back to solid ground.

The bunny guy—was his name Guy?—helped him up. “Hey, I’m not knocking it. I know I usually find a lot of great stuff here.”

“You’re into dumpster diving too, huh?” Sans wiped his hands on his shorts. There were black stains on his palms, and when he sniffed it he smelled oil. “I spotted a cart in that pile if you need it for your grocery shopping.”

Guy extended a handkerchief towards him. He laughed like Sans’ comment was the funniest thing in the world and not an insult. “No need. We stocked up on food yesterday. I’m working on getting all of my bunnies back, even have a social worker coming on Monday, so I’m prepared. ”

Sans rejected the handkerchief. Another asshole who lost his kids? Why wasn’t this shocking? Probably because Dans saw the state of his junkie girlfriend that morning. At least they were putting in some kind of effort.

“I really love my kits—“

“Well, sounds like your spot will be next on my list. You got any Fruit Loops or Cocoa Puffs?” Sans chuckled at his joke, a joke forced into the conversation so he could avoid hearing about the oncoming family troubles. Guy raised a brow in confusion, and Sans would’ve gone through a whole demonstration explaining what he meant, but that would ruin it. Plus, maybe it was best he didn’t realize he was joking about robbing him.

“I’ve never heard of Fruit Loops, but I have plenty of Nice Cream that I’m willing to share.” That friendly smile returned on his furry blue face like all was just so peachy in the world.

Sans scoffed. Fuck this guy…

Post #5 - Ballet Practice 

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As she flapped her tiny wings to mimic her graceful instructor, Papyrus was made aware of the fluttering in his soul. Sans gawked at the woman’s long slender legs, and Papyrus gawked at cute chubby ones. Sans drooled over perky breast, and Papyrus couldn’t see beyond the baby fat hugging the tiny ballerina in the woman’s shadow. 

Back then it was okay to stare even if she was only 5. Back then he could get away with it, but as he aged, his attraction stayed, and now he'd never have the tiny ballerina. 

My vacation should be work free, but I find myself plagued with thoughts of this comic that whenever I can find some free time between swimming and relaxing, I'm drawing or writing. Good news is, I know the five scenes that will be displayed in the first chapter. The one above is the first.

We’ll open with Sans and Papyrus waiting in a dance studio as their father argues with a mysterious someone in her office. As they wait, the two boys perv on the practicing ballerinas, and Papyrus is made aware of his blooming paraphilia. This scene will be a flashback, and the above is just a quick rendition of what it would consist of. Of course, there will be several panels, I'm thinking perhaps three pages for this particular scene, and we'll get more inside Papyrus’ head through silent visuals.

I may take a break from posting tomorrow. The last thing I want is for this project to feel like a chore since, knowing me, I’ll get overwhelmed and shut down. That said, I do want to thank you (yes, you) for reading these posts and/or liking, reposting, and following. I’m still surprised even one other person is interested in this. 

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What AU Should Fawn Be?

What AU Should Fawn Be?

As we are approaching the end of stage one, I decided that I would put a poll together to help with the decision on what AU to use for Fawn. Please feel free to vote and add your honest feedback! I will be keeping the poll up until stage four when the illustrations need to be finalized, so absolutely no rush.

If you would like to comment, but remain anonymous, type “Anon” and a series of numbers in the “name” text box. At the end of the poll, only the results will be shown.

FAWN: Pages 9 & 10

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Okay, so I know this is only two pages, but I really wanted to keep up the daily posts while my attention is honed in on this. Do you guys think the tone is a bit too comedic? I know I'm asking a million questions, but the feedback is really helping to shape the comic.

Post #8 - Pink Elephants

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This post is about two days late, but I have a good excuse for that; work, work, work. Now that I'm on a bit of a holiday break I can see about returning to daily posts, or at least getting the next scene out in a timely manner.

Beyond work holding me up, I binged the latest season of The Handmaid’s Tale yesterday. I wanted to say that it could serve as a great resource for this story, but I don't want this fanfic to be anywhere near as hopeless as that show. I love it, but its total misery porn, and a person can only handle so much misery before it starts to effect their mental health. So Fawn will take some inspiration from the mentioned while following a more heartening tone.

We have the concept for scene four above. Papyrus will come downstairs with his shirt buttoned, lace up his boots, and remind Sans not to be late for his million side jobs (or complain about something equivalent depending on the AU). He’ll leave, and Sans will continue with his slacking off. The television will be on, we get a shot of a ballerina taking a bow, as Sans snorts, smokes, or injects Dust in somewhere or another. 

All of the finer details of this scene will really depend on the AU we choose. I didn't think it would be such a hindrance, but its turning out to be one. What I do know is that Sans drug addiction is fundamental to the story just like Papyrus’ pedophilia, so it honestly doesn't matter what we ultimately settle with. Sans will still be a junky. 

I checked on my stats today to find I now have over 20 followers! It was just last week that I was celebrating 10. I want to thank everyone for sticking through with this so far. I hope to keep it up until the very end of the project.

so when does sans get his crush on papyrus?

Good question. I’d say that, just like in Lugubriousity, Sans will have a thing for his brother starting in adolescence. I don’t know if he should abuse him (like he apparently did in the previous story, but it’s hard to tell if Papyrus was a reliable narrator when he was ranting about what Sans did to him in this chapter). Depending on the AU, their relationship might be a little rocky or completely septic.

Perhaps Sans gets high to numb his guilt.

Congratulations Frisk C! The people have spoken and you have been chosen. I think she will be my favorite Frisk to draw as designing this piece was so much fun. She's pretty, she's cute, she's pretty cute and now I only want the absolute best for her.

Death to Papyrus if he dares to take her innocence.

Post #14 - The Faces of Frisk

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I went to my first convention this past weekend. It was definitely an experience seeing people in cosplay in real life—I even dared to dress up. While there, I came across so much inspiration for my art that sparks flew through my brain. It was definitely a much-needed trip.

So enough of that! I have finally gotten around to sketching out different ideas for Frisk. These are just rough drafts that mainly play around with hairstyles, (she will still wear the signature bangs and bob. Option B is simply my fun little way of showing her face) and skin shades. I'm open to keeping her a Simpsons yellow too so anyone can easily see themselves in her—or maybe not considering her circumstances lol!

Either way, I think it would be fun to vote on it! (once I figure out how to create a poll, that is).

The previous poll appears to be neck and neck with a suggested AU and an original AU (based on the comments and the poll numbers). We will create from scratch to keep things simple while heavily referencing Underfell, that way we are technically doing both options. Below are the results.

Thanks again to everyone who voted! Once I figure out how to embed a poll in this post I will make an edit to include it. In the meantime, if you like any of the options, feel free to comment, and your vote or suggestion will be noted.

Edit: I’m stupid, all I had to do was edit this post to get a poll in—not create a whole new one. Hahaha…

Rough Draft: Scene 1 Page 2

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