Hello, I am an Undertale AU maker, and I like to try to come up with various designs and concepts. Of course, I do like a lot of things not associated with Undertale as well.
Other Series I am interested in come from books, movies, shows, and games. Here is a compiled list of everything I am interested in at the time, and stuff I enjoy.
- Boku no Hero Academia
- Naruto / Naruto Shippuden (Don't like Boruto too much)
- Ao no Exorcist / Blue Exorcist
- Happy Tree Friends
- Pac-Man Ghostly Adventures
- Marvels Ultimate Spiderman
- Lilo and Stitch (All Content)
- Scooby-Doo (Older Shows)
- Shrek (only the first movie)
- How to Train your Dragon
- Steven Universe
- My Little Pony (The Darker Lore Online, mainly)
- Spyro Games
- Skylanders Acadmy
- Ed Edd n Eddy
- Spongebob Squarepants
- FNf (Games 1-4)
- Ducktales (2017)
- Lego Ninjago (Seasons 1-4)
- Rise of the Guardians
- Love Nikki Dress up Queen/ Miracle Nikki
- Pokemon (Minor Interest)
- Warriors Cats
- Creepypasta (Oh Yay, Right? One of THOSE people-)
- Corpse Party
- American Dragon (Cartoon Series)
- Teen Titans (Old Cartoon)
- Sofia the First ( Kids Show)
- Backyardigans (Kids Show)
- Paw Patrol (Kids Show)
- Miss Pereguin's Home for Peculiar Children (Movie and Books)
- Minecraft (Classic and Story Mode Season 1)
- Akatsuki no Yona (Anime)
- Another (Anime)
- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)
- Captain Underpants (Movie and Books)
- Guardians of Gahoul
// Hello again, and good evening, look who it is, I am back, and writing yet another chapter to one of my fanfictions. However, I am also coming to a sad realization that Hetalia is considerably more dead that I originally thought it was, and that makes me really sad, actually. However, I will not be discouraged, because I know for a fact that there are still fans out there, and I hope to find the soon. Have a nice read, good and bad criticism is welcome, and please, have a pleasant read.
- - - -Luciano's (Point of View)- - - -
As I stood in front of my mirror where I lived, I waited. There was only a certain time that this damned glass would work. Due to a peak in our worlds, our mirror could only contact the other world at two points in a day. 8:00 in the morning, and 8:00 at night. Meaning time was limited. At max, the mirror would only stay active for about an hour. Maybe two if it were to be a solstice or an equinox. Humorously enough, the functionality all depended on the sun, and functionality with the planet.
Of course, I had reason to be waiting. There was always a reason to be here. That reason was simply just to see my counterpart. Feliciano Vargas. To imagine that the only thing we had in common was the fact that we looked the same. For the most part. However, it was implausible that we would become friends. Yet we did.
Then again, on the same note, it was all under a strain of luck that we met the first time. However, in the end, it was one of the most beneficial things to our world really. It helped our world stay together. Not on a social scale, or at least, not completely. We were all rotten, and will always have some part of us that will remain that way.
He helped us before, and at first, as all doppelgangers do, I hated him. I hated him with all of my being, and yet there I was, fretting over him when he had gone missing. Along with the rest of the nations. Over time, he was someone I came to appreciate in my life, I never got too much of a chance to talk with him for a while before our interconnection through the mirrors became more obvious. Being as I am who I am, I am personally more surprised I did not notice it sooner. I was always right about my feelings, and how if I got a certain feeling in the pit of my stomach, something bad would happen.
My 1p, and all of the others, what happened to them. It never gave even me a warning. They all vanished, and I was there everyday, just to see an abandoned house. Being as my counterpart is meant to be wealthy, quite a few people had tried to rob his house. I did my best to ward them off, driving off 4 of the. After all, a person in the mirror without someone to produce it is scary enough, isn't it?
My thoughts got a hold of me, and I caught myself zoning out, still pondering on the matter. Of course, I was still thinking about my clone. However, my thoughts were jumbled, and failed to produce me anything of satisfaction for me to remember them. I was so caught up in even that thought that I failed to notice when my reflection shifted to my lighter version, looking at me from a sitting position against the wall.
" Ve~ Luci, are you busy, do you need some time?" his voice seemed to be a little washed out. Be it by the inter-worldly interference, or by his own accord of mood. Either way, the lighter haired version of me looked quite ill, if not; dare I say, zombie-like.
"Che, no. Anyway, what is the matter with you? You look sick, did you not eat again this morning?" although I asked him, I already knew. His own emotions were taking a toll on him, and I often got a blunt end, met with a lie. I wished he would trust me enough to tell the truth, knowing I call him out on his bullshit ever single time.
" Heh, yeah.. I guess I did. I am just too stressed to eat. I don't know what to do. I can't talk to them, not yet. I don't think I really can..."
I was caught off guard by his honesty. However, I pressed forth.. maybe forcing him to talk to me more would ease some of the stress that he was feeling and get him to calm down. I adjusted my hat, and pulled up one of my decorative hallway chairs, before sitting down on it. It wasn't used any other time. "Well, say something to me then. Maybe we can work this out."
He seemed to stiffen at the harsh tone. However, I always had it, so it wasn't me he was nervous about. I guess it was just a little bit of both. He never liked stiff or demanding tones too much, and he didn't WANT to explain himself.
"I guess it is about time I try to get it off my my chest... I just really don't know what to say, Luci. I don't have any good excuses, or solid reasons as to why I am doing this. I know I am depressed... that is the only thing I know for sure... " he had started his words slow and steady, his breathing seeming to be in check. However, I guess I thought too soon, because he started to breathe harder and he pulls his hands up to his chest. " I just don't know what to do anymore! I know that the others care about me, that my brother needs me... but I am sick of the nightmares. I am sick of not wanting to eat, not wanting to sleep, always being afraid... this all wouldn't have happened if I didn't listen to the rumors about that stupid mansion in the first place!! This wouldn't have happened if I would have minded my own business! I brought them all into that nightmare... I caused them all to die so many times... all of this is my fault and I can't tell them 'sorry' because it isn't good enough! Sorry can't bring back all of that wasted time! Sorry can't mend the time it took for our nations to fall apart while we were away!"
Rambles and rambles of his angry cries, followed by the forced movement of his arms as he curls into himself more. Fetal, and helpless. However, I knew he was never defenseless. He was intuitive. He was smart, and nimble. Quick. None of those things could help him here, because emotions are more delicate, and fragile. The second something breathes on it that can hurt them, they start to crystallize and shatter.
Soon enough, in all of his stress, he starts to pull at his hair. He is a mess, and here I am, trying to figure out what to say. As soon as he starts to talk again, I get wind of what he is saying, and soon enough the words from my heart and my head started to both flow at once. My anger was bubbling, and my own native language starts to make itself clear to the other, causing my counterpart to freeze and look at me. Tears cascading down his face. Making my words feel like an even harsher foreign waterfall.
" I wish I was never a nation... I wish I never existed.. maybe I wouldn't need to feel this terrible. Maybe they could have lived happier, better lives... maybe if I never was here, I could undo all of my mistakes, and make things better for them by not being here to mess anything else up-"
''Non parlare mai così di te stesso, mi senti ?! Giuro su entrambi i nostri nomi che se non smetti di dire quella merda su di te, ho intenzione di strisciare verso il tuo mondo e batterti il culo! Sei lì per un motivo, e anche se ti sei fatto prendere tempo indietro, e non sono stati fatti, sono sicuro che la stessa cosa sarebbe successa in qualche modo o nell'altro!''
''Adesso smetti di pensare a quella merda deprimente e mettiti in fila, perché tutti stanno
dimostrando che ovviamente si preoccupano per te! Devi smettere di fare il broncio e parlare con loro perché lasciarli soli ti fa sentire sempre più colpevole!''
. . .
''So che pensi di star facendo la cosa giusta, lasciandoli fuori da qualsiasi cosa anche legata alla memoria di quel posto. Nemmeno io posso dire di aver capito. Tuttavia, stai solo scavando in una
buca, scopriranno cosa stai facendo a te stesso. Questo li farà sentire peggio di quanto la villa non farebbe mai. Perché non puoi fidarti dei tuoi amici per ottenere aiuto da loro.''
I caught my breath again, the air flowing back to my lungs. Feliciano was looking at me, seemingly in shock. However, he looked like he understood, and was sitting them contemplating.
The only thing I was aware of for a while was the loudness of my voice, and the red hot feeling over my face from yelling so loud and being winded from all of the oxygen I had lost. A familiar scent hit my nose though, the latter being the scent of the fresh lilacs in the vase near my mirrors.
The small memory of how I started to like the flowers came to mind. However, I forced myself to shove that off to the side. So I could continue thinking and gathering myself. However, I was interrupted by a small laugh.
=-=-= Feliciano's (Point of View) =-=-=
My 2p copy had stopped his small rant at me from where he was in the mirror, his purple eyes seeming to be darker from the concentration he had put into his abrasive Italian barrage of words. However, the more he spoke, I realized he was right. He was right about me hurting myself, and hurting the others in the process.
I was being selfish, so very selfish, and I didn't want to realize it myself. I wanted to ignore it, because in the end I was only really caring about myself whenever I thought of the others. That is now the part the bothers me the most.
The tears in my eyes still stung, and now my face felt as if someone had poured honey down them because of how sticky the tears dried on my skin. However, I pulled myself to laugh, un-ironically, and chuckled at my own stupidity. Before pulling myself to speak my own tongue back, and share the moment with my friend.
''Sì .. Sono abbastanza sciocco. Capisco cosa intendi per Luciano. Vedo quali errori sto
'' e- ''
''e farò del mio meglio per correggerlo.''
He and I stayed silent for a little while, before we started to laugh a little. I was sitting there, wiping my tears away, feeling the stickiness on my face was becoming a little too much. Soon though, looked back up at him, his smile was reassuring, something I never knew he would do in front of me.
But I enjoyed his smile, because I am not a burden. I am going to talk to the others.. and let them know what is going on.
Yeah, that was what I was going to do. I need to open myself up again after closing myself behind my doors of guilt.
- - - - - 3rd Person (Point of View) - - - - -
As the two Italians continued to talk, and just chat about what they need to, or desired for the last 20 minutes of their time of the world being abridged, they were unaware of another person stalking the corridors of the fine home.
The fine polished wood that had only been speckled from dust bunnies barely made a creak as thin shoes made their way over the boards, a heavy man in those shoes. His eyes were dark and concentrated, his brown hair brushed back in a short man-bun. His glasses lay over his eyes, and his face was rather broad. His weight should have been enough for there to be noise. But he knew how to control his weight dispersion, making him almost undetectable.
He made his way around the corner, an saw the Italian man talking to a mirror. At first, he thought he was talking to himself, but as he peers closer, he sees another man in the mirror that replicated the on he was after. As if the glass were playing Halloween.
He needed to hurry then, seeing the Italian touch the glass, he realized that there was no way for the replica or whatever IT was to come through. Meaning he was going to be able to do this either way. He couldn't afford to waste time. He needed to get back to his research.
As soon as he steps forward to make a dash at the Italian, the one in the mirror seemed to get nervous, and start looking around where he was at, 'tense' written all over his brow.
He knew he needed to get it over with before the black and blue clad man had a chance to get fair warning.
"Feli, look out!"
A moment, a half a minute, several seconds. It all seemed to be going the same pace for everyone. As soon as Feliciano saw the man, he knew he was in immediate danger. He got an automatic feeling of outright dread through his entire being. It made his stomach curl, and head spin. His body started to feel heavy, most likely from surprise.
However, this was no time to faint, or act scared, it felt more like life or death. Meaning it was fight or flight. His living room was close, but his windows were a bit high. To prevent people from crawling in from outside easily. Even though tall people might be able to see in just find. His windows were also quite narrow, to make it harder to get in easier due to a lack of space. So either way, even if he did run, he would still be trapped. He was nimble, not a gymnast.
He did the first thing he thought of. The first thing Ludwig had taught him to do in case of emergency. That was finding some way to stop his attacker. He quickly bends down, and got as far away from the mans arms as he could, and throws his body weight at his legs.
Due to it not being expected, the man that was charging at Feliciano tripped, and fell forward, nearly dropping the bottle he was holding. As soon as he caught himself, the quickly turns, and tries another tactic to trap the man in front of him, only to fail. The smaller male seeming to understand everything he was trying to pull.
The copy of his target was standing there at the mirror still, getting more and more frustrated that he was unable to do anything. He had his butterfly knife in his and, and was scowling at the man. His eyes narrowed, and nearly seeming to glow in great fury. Profanities were pooling from his mouth, like a downpour of hail, hitting everywhere hard, save the actual target they were intended. Worried words coming out for the lighter haired copy more often than not.
After a good 10 minutes of struggling, the strange man had kicked Feliciano down near the mirror, and he held his weight over the mans back, having him pinned against the floor on his stomach. He was trying his best to get away, his body writing to throw the man off balance, and his arms trying to pull at the heavy foot to do the same. All turning into a barrage of fails.
Until the last attempt, where Felciano started to roll to the side, and used his hand to make the man fall the other way. The movement caused the man to drop his bottle, and he growls lowly as he looked to the desperate Italian who was still struggling fairly clearly. His patience had been used up. He didn't need that bottle anymore. He let the liquid pour out onto the find wooden floor, and he stomps on Feliciano's back hard.
"Ghhhhkkk!!" the choked noise made it's way from the Italians mouth as he coughed, trying to get some of his lost air back. However, he wasn't given much of a reprieve before the man bent down, and slammed his head into the ground.
Pain blossomed in his skull immediately. The world seeming to get fuzzier and fuzzier.
"Feli! Listen to me you bastard, you better let him the fuck go before-" the threat Luciano was about to spit out was interrupted by the man, who chuckled a looked him right in the eye.
"Before you what? Hurt me? Kill me, fat chance there, after all-" he curtly cuts himself off, before punching the far side of the mirror, making it shatter and fall to the ground in shards, pieces of glass clanging to the floor and further shattering themselves due to the pressure. "You can't do anything. You are about as good as a spoon being used for salad. No matter how many times you scoop it, anything you get will fall right back off before it reaches your mouth." the man darkly chuckled before grabbing Feliciano's arm, and looking right into the 2p's eyes. His own glowing more and more menacingly.
Feliciano stiffened at the contact, scared of what the man was going to do, despite that though, he kept trying to get away, kicking his feet and bending his hips in hopes of catching the man on the back of the head, before he heard a sickening snap.
The man over him had grabbed his arm, and twisted it around so hard it caused his joint in his elbow to give in, and his arm went limp, hanging there like a wet rag over a clothes line.
Feliciano let out a horrid, pained scream, tearing up from the immense burn he felt building in his arm before he heard yet another snap, and his left foot started to dangle,before being dropped. Due to being dropped, it landed more awkwardly, and the Italian let out another pained scream, agony filling him.
Luciano was seething, and his arms were tight, hands clenched. His teeth bared, and knife held so hard, it looked like the handle was going to splinter in his hand.
"Just hold on Feli, I'll figure out a way to get you out of there!!"
The man smiled again, before he laughed, and looked at the 2p. He only shook his had, muttering to himself "Pathetic." before bringing up his arm, and harshly hitting Feliciano on the back of the head, causing the man to cease his movements. His sobbing stopped, and he finished falling limp. As if he were just a lifeless doll.
- - - - - - // -> After-notes!<-// - - - - - -
This is Luciano's Italian Dialogue right here, in English:
''Never speak that way about yourself, do you hear me?! I swear on both our names that if you do not stop saying that shit about yourself, I am going to crawl my way to your world and beat your ass! You are there for a reason, and even if you did take back time, and were not made, I am sure the same thing would have happened someway or the other! ''
''Now stop thinking about that depressing shit, and get yourself in line, because everyone is showing that they obviously care about you! You need to quit sulking, and talk to them because leaving them alone is only making you feel more and more guilty! ''
''. . . ''
''I know that you think you are doing the right thing, by leaving them out of anything even related to the memory of that place. I cannot even say I understand either. However, ou are only digging yourself in a rut, they are going to find out what you are doing to yourself. That's going to make them feel worse than the mansion ever would. Because you can't trust your own friends to get help from them. ''
''Just think about it, okay?''
And this other one below is Feliciano's Italian Dialogue:
''Sì .. Sono abbastanza sciocco. Capisco cosa intendi per Luciano. Vedo quali errori sto
''e farò del mio meglio per correggerlo.''
// I chose to use Italian dialogue, because I felt it would be more meaningful and heartfelt kind of like a friends thing. Cause sometimes when I was younger, my mom would whisper to me in Cree, my Native language, and I found it more comforting than English. :')
to be continued