(ha, Brea, I beat you)

A Very Conveniently Shaped Lamp


  Frisk walked along the dark brown road, clearly visible against the blinding white snow. She could see a brown bridge in the distance. She was lucky to have decided to go now, when it wasn’t snowing. Bewildered by the world around her, she wasn’t looking where she was going. She tripped on a giant black stick. Frisk fell on her face. Chara laughed at her, the stick was so big it should have been obvious it was there. Frisk got up and continued to walk.

  “Voice, what is your name? I want to be able to call you something. Don’t hide, ’cause I know your there.” Frisk said. Chara didn’t know if she should let Frisk talk to her, or if she should stay hidden. “I know I’m not that smart to know everything about the monsters here. And I wouldn’t laugh at myself…” Frisk made a pouty expression.


 “So you do have a name! Well that is great. Now I can talk to you. Can you hear my thoughts?” Frisk asked. The town had a legend of a boy who had a ghost attached to him. The ghost could here everything that went on in his head, even the things the boy didn’t know he was thinking about.

 “No-I-can-not.” Responded Chara, “I-can-only-here-the-things-you-say-and-see-the-things-you-do.” Chara knew that this was going to be more exciting then it was before.


 Both Girls spun around. The giant stick from before had now been broken in half. There were foot prints leading to the trees from the branch. Who ever had done it, had run into he trees. ‘We’re being followed.’ Frisk thought to herself. She turned back to bridge she was heading for. It was only a few yards away. She could run it, but she would run out of energy by the time she got over the bridge. Frisk continued to walk, but a little quicker. She looked back every two feet, and there were always more foot steps.

 Frisk reached the bridge. She almost walked over it when a dark voice from behind her started talking.

 “I know what you are, human.

The voice was so dark and deep, it made Frisk freeze in place. Surly, this thing was going to kill her. Her soul would be weaken and it would tear it from her. Chara, on the other hand, turned around as soon as she heard the voice. Tears started to pore from her eyes. She was going to see it happen again. He killed all the others, and probably won’t give Frisk a chance.

 “Don’t you know how to great a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand.

 Frisk closed her eyes, and ran. She ran as far and as fast as she could. The bride suddenly became as long as a road, and was now at least a mile long. This wasn’t going to stop her. Frisk ran and ran.

 “Don’t-stop!-Other-monsters-can-become-friends,-but-he-will-not.-Run!” Chara yelled. She was going to help this one. Keep this one alive to kill Asgore.

 Frisk kept running, but she started getting very tired. She ran out of breath, and fell.

 “Well, that wasn’t very nice. Shake my hand or else…

 Frisk sat up and took the hand. Was this the end of her? It surely was, why else would Chara be so scared? Frisk held the hand tighter. ‘Why is he holding a balloon?’


 “HA HA! Wow! No human has ever been that scared of me! I mean, seriously, you look like you’ve seen a murder!” The thing fell over with laughter, “You know, I’m supposed to be on watch for humans. But, y’know, I don’t really care for capturing anybody.” Chara knew this was all a trick. There is no possible way for him to be nice around a human. He wasn’t happy with her around him, so why is he doing this now? So it will be easier for him to get her latter? “Now my brother, Papyrus…” Sans continued, “he’s a human hunting fanatic! Hey, actually, I think that’s him over there. I have an idea. Get off the bridge and go over there.”

 Frisk listened to him. The bridge had magically shrunken back down, so it was easier to get to the other side. She walked onto the snowy ground, and the thing followed.

 “Now quick, hide behind that conveniently shaped lamp!”

 Frisk went behind the lamp. It was shaped just like her, somehow.

 “Sup, bro?”

 “YOU KNOW WHAT’S ‘sup’ BROTHER.” Yelled who Frisk guessed was Papyrus. “It’s been eight days and YOU STILL HAVEN’T RE-CALIBRATED YOUR PUZZLES! You just hang around your station! What are you even doing?”

 “I’ve been staring at that lamp. It’s pretty cool. Do you wanna look?”

 “NO!! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THAT! WHAT IF A HUMAN COMES THROUGH HERE!?! I want to be ready! I will be the one. I MUST be the one! I will capture a human! Then, I, the great Papyrus, will get all the things I utterly desire! Recognition, respect… I could join the royal guard! People will ask…to…be…my…’friend’…? I will bath in a shower of kisses every morning, and people will call me their hero!” Papyrus continued. It seemed Frisk could never come out of hiding! Now that Frisk thought about it, Papyrus and the other thing looked a lot like skeletons.

  ‘Skeleton brothers… that sounds cool. I should find out the other ones name…’ Frisk thought to herself

 “Huh. Sounds interesting. Maybe this lamp could help you.”

 “SANS. YOU ARE NOT HELPING!” Said Papyrus. Frisk finaly got a name for the other skeleton brother. Papyrus continued, “YOU LAZYBONES! All you do is sit and bondoogle! You get lazier and lazier every day!”

 “Hey take it easy.” said Sans, “I’ve gotten a ton of work done today. A skele-ton.” A random drum set did the badum ting people use when they make a joke. Frisk wanted to look around for where it could have come from, but she didn’t want to risk getting found.


 “Come on, you’re smiling.” Sans said in a teasing tone.

 “I am and I hate it. Sigh… Why does someone as great as me have to do so much to get some recognition?” Papyrus responded. Frisk thought it was really weird that Papyrus said ‘sigh’ instead of actually sighing. Maybe some people do that she thought.

 “Wow, it sounds like you’re really working yourself… Down to the bone!”

 “Ugh…I will attend to my puzzles. And as for you work, put a little more backbone into it! Nyeh heh heh heh!” And Papyrus ran off. Just a second after he did, he ran back. “HEH.” And then left for good.

 “Okay, you can come out now.” Sans called to Frisk

 Frisk crawled out of her hiding space.  She wasn’t sure if she should continue to trust him. She knew that she surely wouldn’t make it through if she didn’t have a friend at her side, but maybe someone else. Chara was scared. If Frisk continued to stay with him, she would surely die. Why wasn’t he killing her yet? Now that Chara thought about it, he never killed any of them near his brother.

 “Sans, where is the nearest…warmer place?”

 “Oh, well the closest one here would be Snowdin. That’s pretty close. Want me to-” Frisk interrupted him.

 “No! No. I’ll be fine. Thanks for…saving me from Papyrus. I will be going.”

 Sans just walked away after that. Frisk started walking the direction Sans had pointed. After a few minutes, she got to a fork in the road. There was a sign, but Frisk couldn’t read it.

 “Chara, what does that say?”


 Frisk looked inside and found a pair of gloves, and she put them on. She took another step forward, but was pulled into battle. It was like a fight she had with a froget, very unexpected. This monster wasn’t like any of the others she had seen. This one was like a chicken, but it had a mask the looked like a giant snowflake.

 “You-have-run-into-snowdrake.” Chara said.




Why Must He Go?: A girl is wandering through a ghost town. She finds an abandon mansion. She goes into the attack and finds a box. Inside the box is a glass slipper. She hears a sound and turns around. A man in Victorian clothing stands there. He asks ‘would you like to take this dance with me?’ and she says yes. They dance ’till the break of dawn. He says the he must go…to heaven. She realized that he is a ghost. He gives her the glass slipper she found in the box. She keeps this until her death in which she goes to heaven and forever is with her love.

–Inspired by Slip (By: Eiliz Shall Mar)

Kaitlin’s Return: A girl is sent on a mission through space with 3 guys and 2 girls with her. After their tenth anniversary of being in space, they see a planet full of water and green land. They land there and explore. The air is cleaner than Earth’s, the plants are cleaner, and it’s already inhabited by humans (Well, they are mostly like humans). They are greeted, and are very welcome there. Kaitlin is the only one that truly wants to go back. She had been writing everyday that she experiences on the new planet Tora. Eventually, she finds the materials to make a ship and go back because someone had destroyed it. No one there wants her to leave, so she has to leave secretly. Will she make it back to Earth to tell the story, or will she have to turn back?

— Inspired by ‘The Martian’ and ‘The Search for WondLa’ and my world of Tora

The Moon is Here: In a universe where all planets are Orbs, and each is ruled by a spirit, the moon is of small and no comparison. But even so, the moon spirit has never been more popular. Because, in the beginning of the universe’s creation, the tale of why the moon waxes and wans is told.

The Sign of the Dancing Horse: As a girl, Sandalian had a special horse. She loved the horse as much as anything else. One day, a giant storm came over her home. It took away her house and her family. The only way for her to survive the flood, was to leave her home and ride away on her horse named Angel. She road through woods and towns. She stopped once she couldn’t see the cloud any more. Her dress was torn, and her hair was tangled. She knew that there was nothing to go back to, so she stayed there. She learned how to hunt and to survive in the woods with her horse by her side. She was drawing in the dirt and came up with an amazing picture that would from thenn on be called ‘the sign of the dancing horse’ which in what the nearest town would call her for generations.


~The Flames of Heart Break~

  The room became smoldering hot. The stone walls began to shine red with heat. Toriel’s brown-red eyes had now become a bright red. So bright that Frisk couldn’t look her in the eye. Frisk knew that there was nothing that she could do. Her soul was being pulled out. Frisk fought and pulled back.

  “Fight me!” Toriel yelled. Frisk was startled allowing her to be pulled into battle.

  Frisk stood in fear. She forgot everything she had learned on her way here, how to dodge, how to attack, how to grab an something, everything. Toriel hit her at least three times. Frisk was tempted to scream, but didn’t. Frisk knew that she had no choice. She picked up a toy knife laying on the ground. Lifting it up, she saw something. Her vision was split in two. In one eye, she saw a path of blood and dust. Many fights that would have her die over and over and over, but she would gain the power of restarting. In the other eye, she saw path of peace where Frisk would make many friend, and would survive to the end with only a stick in hand. Blood and dust, with a reward of forever living…or a path of peace where she would die eventually? Frisk went back to reality. It was her turn to do what she wanted. Her faite would be decided by this battle.

  She made her choice. She dropped the knife, and took a step forward.

  “Toriel, please, don’t do this to me. I just want to go home! Why can’t you just let me through? Why not come with me? I could help you get out with me!” Frisk screamed. The fire was roaring with Toriel’s feelings.

  “Child, I can not leave! I am forced to stay here in this hell of loneliness! I could leave, leave this place forever! But then I would be out there seeing everyone try to kill everyone. And what for? To become king? To be feared? Hell if I know!” Tears started rolling down Toriel soft face.

  Frisk was overwhelmed by the emotions Toriel was sending out. It started to make her cry too. Frisk ran to Toriel. The fire didn’t matter anymore. Frisk was burned on the hands. She gave Toriel a giant hug. Sometimes people just need a hug, and in this situation both needed that hug. Frisk held on to Toriel, no matter how much she was burned. Frisk started getting burns on her ankle and back.

  The fire started to cool. Toriel’s eyes started to return to normal. She wrapped her arms around Frisk. The fire was put out completely. Toriel’s tears didn’t stop, but now they where not only of sadness, but joy as well.

  Frisk was crying. She hugged Toriel tighter. Toriel’s dress felt so soft, it was like hugging a giant stuffed bear. Toriel stepped back and took another look at Frisk.

  “Frisk, I- I- I don’t want you to leave. But I do understand how you feel. I will let you through, but only on one condition. Call me. Call me everyday. Any time you have. Ask me for help, or just tell me how you are doing. I want to know that you are safe. If you don’t, I might just die. You are the last one. I will…I won’t let them kill you. If anyone brings you close to the end, call me. I will come.”

  Toriel opened the door. On the other side was snow and trees. It was a relief from the heat of the room they where in.

  “Good bye, Toriel. I promise, I will call you everyday.” And Frisk stepped out of the room. She turned around one more time to wave, but Toriel had already left.

  The door closed behind Frisk. She hadn’t seen he tiny room before the open door. Flowey popped up in a little grass patch in the middle of the room.

  “Oh, you probably feel so good after getting past her without killing her. But what will happen when you get to someone you can’t spare? What then? Will you just let them kill you over and over and over? hmm? Well, I will let you know I will watch your every move. And the moment you slip and hurt someone, I will tell the whole world!

  It laughed as it went back into the ground. It sent a chill up Frisk’s spine. Frisk then realized how much pain she was in. She ran to the snow, jumped, and landed on her back. The snow melted underneath her.

  “How can it snow underground?” Frisk said out loud to her self.

  She looked over at a bush. It seemed there was a camera badly hidden in the bush.

 “Could that flower have cameras all over this place?” Frisk said, “I should start walking. I need to get as far as I can before someone finds out I’m here.”





I will be writing just articles without my art in them for a while… just to let you know.

Donald Trump has talked about doing something about the Muslims. Well, I will say this again, I am a die hard catholic. I may be young, but that doesn’t mean I am not strong in my beliefs. From what I have heard about their ‘God’ is he says you need to kill in order to get to heaven. And if you die killing Catholics then in heaven (for men) you get 20 women or something like that. This gives me reason to not like a Muslim. When I meet anyone that is revealed to be Muslim, I immediately try to avoid them.

When it comes to other religions, depending on how far it from my beliefs, I have a different reaction. To paganism, I mostly react as ‘SCREW THEM. I can get different friends!’ as in the Greek gods. Satanism is even worse. To that, I feel they should get off the face of the earth. JUST LEAVE. Other religions like Christians and the Jewish, I can except them. They are okay people, and the religion is pretty close to mine.

Why do I talk about stuff like this? Because I feel it is important that people know that there are people like this. There are still die-hard Catholics out there.

– The Artist of Anime ^w^



At boundary lines mixed with jokes, a little farther ahead of the stairs

There is nothing good there at all

Shall I try to guide you instead?

Are you going to dance terribly

and stumble on top of the dance floor, now?

I’m sure people will be dazzled senseless, though

So what do you say, together, right here.

The high pitched voices have filled up this room

Swirling around some disgusting meanings

of course there is nothing good at all

so now let’s scream it out with all our strength!

The meaning tied to those short phrases


[a little faster now]

the reason for hating someone you’ve never met

no matter how hard I look

I can’t find them

Getting angry despite being shy

Laughing with your head lowered

they are all, in any case, boring!

[a little slower]


Shall we dance with some hop steps?

Let’s go ‘one two’ in a small corner of this world

Enjoy fully this dizzy feeling

Of the world’s end!

Seems like soon this feeling will suddenly vanish

so let’s preserve this next instant moment

Spinning, spinning, as we become intoxicated by this spinning world of ours!


The empty space is only for the bystanders

A race to get onto the last crowded train

There is nothing good there at all

So, wanna try to guide me instead?

Somehow it feels different from normal

I’ll try to believe in fate’s pranks

That terrible stumbling dance of yours

Yes, let’s make fun of it as much as we like!

[a little faster!]

The meaning in boringly repeating the same moves

the reason for stepping according to the beats

no matter how hard you look,

you won’t find them

Dancing when sad

laughing when wanting to cry

those kinds of willfulness are really tiring!

[a little slower]

Shall we sing some sense out of the pop music?

Before the world starts to frown on us

please release the attention grabbing heartbeat

I can still remember it clearly

What a gorgeous view we have here!

The scenery I see from here

must not have changed a bit

So I’ll just crawl on the withered ground


Shall we dance with some hop steps?

Let’s go ‘one two’ in a small corner of this world

Enjoy fully this dizzy feeling

Of the world’s end!

Seems like soon this feeling will suddenly vanish

so let’s preserve this next instant moment

Spinning, spinning, as we become intoxicated by this spinning world of ours!


World’s End Dancehall by Hatsune Miku 



The scanner broke, now the computer broke. So this is what I will be doing for a while.


 Frisk went into her bedroom. The clock on the wall said that it was 8, and she was plenty tired. Her room was a bright orange, with light yellow furniture. There were two stuffed toys on the bed, and drawings on the wall. She wondered who drew them. She took one off the wall, and on the back it said it was drawn by Marcy. I wonder who that is? I wonder if I will find them somewhere…

 Chara knew to well who it was drawn by. She had seen her. She had lasted as long as the waterfall. It was sad to see her go… She was the smartest of them all. So many . . . The ballerina, the chef, the author, the cowboy, the ribbon girl, and the athlete. . . all gone. Because of what she and her brother had started. Had she really done the right thing?

 Frisk found herself a nightgown and went to bed. She left her clothes folded on the floor, so she could where them again tomorrow. She slowly fell asleep, but Frisk couldn’t stop thinking about Toriel or that flower. How did she know she could trust Toriel, and how could she ever feel safe with that flower? She dreamed of her being with her parents, and playing outside with her friends. It had only been one day, but it fealt like it had been forever since she had last seen them.

She suddenly wakes up from the sound of the door closing behind someone. She looks at the floor where her clothes were. In there place lay a freshly baked slice of pie. Frisk picked it up and walked to the kitchen.

“Oh! Up already? I see you have got the pie,” Toriel said, “It is a cinnamon and butterscotch pie! You aren’t allergic to either of those, are you?” Toriel had to deal with Charles being allergic to cinnamon. It was such a scary experience.

Frisk replied to her, “Oh, no. I’m not. Thank you. Where are the forks?”

“Um, they are in the first drawer to the left.”

“Thank you.” And she placed the plate on the table in the living room, and ran into the kitchen.

Chara started thinking about the downstairs. The door to Snowdin was there. If Frisk stayed here, she would live a boring life with Toriel and the Froggits. If she left, she could meet a bunch of people, but be led to an uncertain faite. She could be killed by Asgore, or by any random by-stander.

 Frisk was going to her room, when she noticed the stairs. She hadn’t noticed them before because she was distracted. What could be down there? She wondered. She looked down the stair way. It lead to a long purple hall way it looked like. Frisk walked half way down the stairs, when Toriel yelled that it was time for dinner.

 “Toriel, where do those stairs go?” Frisk asked Toriel as they sat down at the table.

 “Oh, no where, my child.” She said. Toriel decided that she should talk about something else, before the child decided to leave. Maybe she could make her feel guilty about thinking of leaving. “I have already planned an education for you. You might not know that I have always wanted to become a teacher. Well, it might not be that surprising. But still.”

 “Oh. Can I tell you about my life on the surface? I think you might enjoy it.” Frisk said.

Chara remembered all the times her brother would ask what it was like on the surface. When she was still alive, there were no rules. You could kill or abuse anyone without someone stepping in and saying No. That was why she left. These days, it was different. People became more civilized and would get in trouble for just piking something up that wasn’t your’s.

 “Oh, yes! Please do!” Toriel answered, eager to find out what it was like up there.

 “In our village, the sun almost always shines. All of us children have to wear a stripped top or dress. The girls normally where dresses, but I had 6 older brothers so I got their cloths when they grew out of it.” Frisked started, “I had such a nice family. I went up the mountain on a dare. I thought that my friends would have gone all the way up. If they had, I would have never fallen down here. I tripped on a vine, and fell backwards…”

Frisk’s chest tightened and heated as she remembered the dreadful experience of falling down. Knowing that she would certainly die, and no one would know. She got a head ache and the room started to spin. She fell out of her chair, passed out on the floor.

It was no surprise. The girl would obviously be traumatized from such a thing. Chara remembered how long it took her to recover just from the fall. Toriel picked up Frisk and put her in her room. Toriel knew exactly how to treat a shock.

When Frisk woke up, she knew what she was going to do. She was going to ask Toriel how to go home. Talking about her family reminded her that she can’t stay here forever. She needed to go home as soon as possible. She went into the living room where Toriel was sitting in a chair reading a book next to the fire.

“Toriel, how do I get home?” Frisk asked her.

“Why child, this is your home!” Toriel responded. She was shocked that the child got right to it. Normally, they waited a month or until they fully recovered. Frisk still was in the process of recovering.

“But Toriel, I have to go to my home!”

“Child, I must do something.” Toriel got up and went down stairs.

Frisk still didn’t know what was down there, but now she knew that there was something important. She followed Toriel down the stairs. Toriel stopped in her tracks.

“Do you really want to go home?” She said. Then she continued to walk.

Frisk followed Toriel through the dark hall way. It was very long and very cold. They continued walking until they reached a giant stone door. It reminded Frisk of the other doors she had seen. They each had the same symbol above.

“Behind this door is the rest of the Underground. The people behind this door will kill you. All of the children have gone past this door. They leave, the fight, they die.” Toriel said in a monotone voice.

“Why does it happen? Why does everyone but you want to kill me?” Frisk said, raising her voice in panic.

“Because of him. He, Asgore, is killing them to break the border and battle the humans once again. They killed our children, and he want revenge. I help you because I don’t want someone else to go through the same thing. Death can not be undone.” She paused, “Do you really want to leave? Prove your self worthy and fight me.”

Torie set the exit on fire. She made balls of fire and started throwing them at Frisk.





Okay, you know how I haven’t been posting? At all? Well, my computer finally just gave up and straight out broke. No fixing it. Now I have to either wait for my laptop to come in the mail, or for the tax return so we have enough money to buy a new one. If the laptop comes first, I’ll really have to hide it.

‘If your computer broke, how are you writing this???’

This is actually being typed on my father’s computer that he uses for work. It’s a laptop, and he brings it home every day.

Just letting you know!

– The Artist of Anime


girl_2This one was drawn in the corner of my math. This was pretty small, so the detail isn’t that good. What do you think? Who could she be looking at? Why is she smiling? Come up with your own stories!!!!



This might not be a surprise, but I drew this on my homework. I had a blank back, and it looked too white. And then…COLOR!!!!!!

The hair came from a character I saw on TV. She was just an extra for just that episode and her name was JoAnn.

I don’t know where the mouth came from . . . I just tried it out! I did it once with a character I was gonna make . . . but then it didn’t work out. This one did!

[the dots are braces]


Do I here the screaming of Undertale Trash? HECK YA I DO!!!!! THIS IS SERIOUS! THERE IS GOING TO BE A FOR REAL UNDERTALE MOVIE!!!!! I heard about it in school, and for the rest of the day, I was just there hyperventilating with excitement!!!!!



*more screaming for the rest of the day*