You probably get asked this a lot, but I couldn't find a recent answer. Can I expect to find more chapters of the Fracture comic in the near or late future? I just got here and I'm hooked on the story, as well as the atmosphere the universe has created just felt so perfect that I can't help but hope for more.
At this time, the answer is still no. All work that will be done for the universe will be through the fanfic Fracture, which, while it hasn’t been updated in a real hot, hot minute, is still in the works (life has been hard and very, very busy). The comic was a gift to us from a wonderful, talented artist, and we wouldn’t dare to presume to ask for more than was given freely. We ask that none of you do either.
The mountain was a wonder, cutting the wide berth of the sky in
twain and dominating the landscape with majesty and power. Those that
lived in its shadow considered themselves blessed, by the bounty of food
and game that grew and thrived so well upon its slopes; they feared not
the fire that poured from its peak on dire occasion, its height so
great that the molten rock never reached their villages.
The lake that gathered the rain and glacial runoff on the
mountain’s south side provided fish and fresh water; the vast forest
surrounding its feet and climbing its side supplied wood and endless
other bounty. The villages gathered at its base never feared attack,
protected by the mountain’s reaching embrace and its curving paths and
its many, many caves.
They called the mountain mother, and worshiped her as she deserved, both man and monster.
Monsterkind was the first to explore her caverns, running deep
and hallowed through her insides; they carved from the stone a city
indomitable, unmoved by time and weathering, and put there to rest the
ashes of their heroes, human and monster alike, to be immortalized in
her grand halls, protected by her unflinching facade. They painted the
walls with their proud history, their friendship with humans and their
love of the stars, and blessed every stone they touched with the magic
of their being.
War came to the people of the world. Jealousy, hatred, and
misunderstanding divided men and monsters, and unfathomable numbers
perished, lost to blind anger and the call of battle and the words of
those that had started it all. Few remained that recalled what had
kindled the fire that burned the land to cinders… but in its wake, the
monsters lay defeated and sentenced to eternal imprisonment within the
mountain they had loved so dearly, their children sacrificed for the
magic of their souls in the creation of a cruel, immovable barrier to
keep them within.
The mountain was never the same, after the monsters vanished
beneath it. The magic was gone from the world, sealed within with no
chance to escape, and the lands about her feet suffered greatly. The
soil dried, the trees thinned and the glacier began to melt, seeping
with hidden poisons. The flames of her eruptions wreaked unholy damage
to all that dared settle too close, and the animals, once peaceful,
became rabid and violent.
Humanity forgot the monsters, as the world turned and grew
darker with each passing day, and grew instead to hate themselves, each
other and the world they lived in and the mountain that had once given
so much so freely, now a pallid, hateful mark on the horizon.
Man cursed its name, mother and giver no longer, and turned away, never to return.
Legends began to come into being. Legends that told of brave
adventurers attempting to scale the mountain, to delve into its caverns
seeking riches… to solve the mystery of its broken majesty. They never
returned, those brave souls, and many said it was because of the
monstrous people that dwelled within it, shadowy beings of hatred and
fire and malice towards mankind.
Demons that had settled within it and driven humanity away, to keep its bounty for themselves.
When a large hunting party disappeared without a trace, the
government of the city miles away from the closest hill declared it a
hazard and fenced it off, putting out of service the nearby refuse dump
and forbidding its citizens to approach it, lest more lives be lost to
collapsed mines or hungering animals or harsh climes, whatever it was
that caused so many to vanish without a trace.
They couldn’t know the truth, had put the knowledge away long
ago, in their ignorance and anger and mistrust. They couldn’t know that
every human that disappeared from the face of the mountain found their
way within to where monsterkind dwelt, alive despite the centuries that
had passed and confined them within the unmoving, unforgiving stone.
Many perished, the fall into the caverns fatal to all but the
youngest, the children that still held magic in their hearts and hope
for the world about them.
They were not better off for their survival, though.
Monsterkind held hatred in their souls as well, the war and
their slain children and the nightmare of their banishment heavy on
their minds, and knew of only one way to escape their eternal prison…
and that it would cost the innocent the most.
The great mountain, once so beloved, had become cursed with the
spilled blood of those that deserved life, with the hatred for one
another that soured the earth and staled the air, and should nothing
change, should hearts and souls never be moved to compassion and
forgiveness, would remain so.
Change would come, though.
Change spread its wings with the falling of another child into
the deep and the dark, into the world of monsters and shadows and broken
trust. The child was a being of mercy and friendship, hope and
benevolence, and with her unending determination, her sacrifice and her
pure love, she changed the heart of every monster beneath the mountain,
giving them hope for the first time in a millenia.
She spoke to them of freedom, of a way to end their long imprisonment, and they believed her.
It was not meant to be, though. There was one beneath the
mountain that no longer possessed a soul to move, a selfish being
twisted by greed and loneliness and anger, that desired more than
freedom, that desired the power that none should ever possess, and
destroyed what little hope the monsters now had, corrupting the world
itself even further with his very existence.
The selfish creature broke reality to achieve his designs, and broke the rest of the monsters too.
The mountain, without, hadn’t changed at all. But within, there
now lived and breathed a true curse, a disease that would end every life
on the surface of the earth should it be given the chance, and there
was now only one that could combat it.
The merciful human’s daughter, set on a path by fate far greater
than she could ever know, to the mother mountain, wondrous and
terrible.
If you gain XP from killing Monsters, you would level up and your health would be higher, so does that mean Sans has more than 1 HP now?
In game, that is how it works, but that’s not the way stats work in my own mind ^^
I, personally, refuse to believe the monsters killed each other to attain the stats they have, at least in the original universe. So, they must have gotten them another way, right? I certainly think so, and most can be explained away by training. HP, though, I correlate with Hope. A monster with a great deal of Hope, like Papyrus or Undyne, has a lot of HP. A monster beset by depression and nihilism, like Sans, has almost no Hope at all, thus his trademark 1 HP in genocide. I believe Sans regained his Hope, over the years, especially through love and marriage, and attained quite a lot of HP.
However… now that there’s so much wrong and so little to be Hopeful about, saying nothing of the damage his soul took when his wife died… his HP is failing. It is very low, so much so that a severe enough attack would dust him on the spot. Not 1, but very, very low indeed.
“Oh! Um… I’ve never really… well. Gramma never had any music but her religious stuff on, I didn’t have a radio… and there’s no music down here. I’d hear stuff in the stores sometimes, but nothing I ever really… I don’t know any music. I hum sometimes, things that just kind of occur to me, but beyond that, no.”
Are the monsters in new home more mutated tgen those of snowdin and the ruins due to their close proximity to the Glitch
Mmmm… yes and no. The physical mutations are worse there, but that’s only in a select few monsters. The toll the Hunger takes on the mind is stronger there, and drives the monsters far more mad.
Hello, I am burning with a question though I do not know if it can be answered, that is what, if any, significant differences there were to frisk and sans getting together in the axefell timeline as opposed to the normal axetale timeline?
Well <3 Red was far less cruel to her as a child. They had a battle, when she was on her route through the Underground, and knew her soul almost from the very start. He was grateful for her sacrifice in staying with them, so incredibly grateful, and was her friend (and sometimes protector) through the years while she grew. She was the one to initiate romance between them, as he was far too nervous to attempt it.
🥺 👉🏼👈🏼 can I give the main three some tacos? and a bunch of other food? they don't deserve to go through what they do.. 💛
“we appreciate it, kid. there isn’t always enough food to go around, even doing what i do… and the sentiment is nice. some of us deserved it, but no, my daughter and my brother don’t.”
Hey Aliza! I heard that you like to draw so I got you something! *gives a sketchbook and a pack of colored pencils* I hope you like it!
“Wow, thank you! Daddy still had all of mama’s coloring stuff, but there isn’t a whole lot of good, blank paper down here anymore, with all the water damage. I’m so excited!”
Aliza sweetie, what happened on the surface isn't your fault you were just trying to protect yourself and there is nothing wrong with that
“…that’s what daddy says too, that I was just trusting my instincts. But it doesn’t feel good. It feels wrong, having this power… it feels different than magic. I don’t like it.”
I’m sorry if this is a dumb question to ask and I don’t know if it can be answered but is it possible if Frisk can come back to life or is that impossible? Sorry if the question doesn’t make sense😅
It’s not dumb, dear ^^ unfortunately, though, without a reset to a time before she died, it’s not possible.
How would Papyrus act, if he didn't suffer from dementia? Would he become something like Sans, a terrifying hunter that holds a good side for his loved ones?
Sans only retained what he has left of his sanity by removing himself from his soul completely. The corruption of the Hunger is too much to keep a stable mind and remain connected to the center of your being, so instead, he chose to close himself away from nearly all emotion. Only what he feels for his family remains now, and even that is warped, at times.
Papyrus would not be able to do that. He loves and cares too deeply, and without his willful delusions, he would lose his mind entirely, and likely either have to be killed, or perish on his own from the trauma of the corruption.
“T-thank you… I worry sometimes that it’s only cuz I look so much like mama did. She was so strong and beautiful… I should be happy about that, but… I’m not like her at all. I feel like a disappointment a lot.”
She sniffles, fiddling with one of the strings on her hoodie.
“Daddy said I look more like me and less like her every day, though. I… that makes me happy.”
Hello ! I'm Shell I'm starting in the world of Youtube by making a video presentation of au to make the information more accessible to the French community and redirected to the right source. and I want to know if you allow me to present your alternative universe. and if it's a yes I would have a small question to ask you!
Hey Sans does aliza talk about how it was like on the surface with her grandmother?
“not really. mostly she tells me about the exploring she did on her own, once she was old enough to go out by herself and not get lost. i know what living with the old hag was like, though. i can’t blame her for not wanting to spend a lot of time there.”
So wait- what would happen if Sans family- the rest of it-had passed away or something disastrous had happened
He wouldn’t have had any reason to go on living. He’d have tracked down Flowey and gone to his bitter end, taking as much of the weed with him as possible.
Sounds like your dad was lowkey calling you ugly, Liza. That's just mean, you should come live with me. ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
“i wasn’t! she’s beautiful in her own way, i was just… she’s very insecure about living up to frisk’s name, i don’t want her to shoulder that weight more than she needs to.”
Sorry for asking so much about Papyrus. He is just so interesting. If you could cure Papyrus's dementia, causing him to live and accept the real (horrific) world you reside in, would you? Or would you rather keep him in his fantasy, and stay (mostly) ignorant?
“…i would keep him the way he is. he doesn’t know what i’ve done to keep us alive, with him lost in his head. i can just take care of him, pretend it’s all okay. in a way, somewhere in him, i’m sure he knows what’s going on… that he’s trying to be kind to me too, trying to keep things the same as long as he can. so while i’m allowed, i don’t want to change that.”
Hey Aliza have u met undyne and if so what was it like, I’m assuming if u did it was with paps and ur dad
“Papyrus talks about her a lot, but I’ve never met her, no. Sometimes daddy takes Papy out to Waterfall to see her, but I have to stay here when they go. He says she would be able to smell me, even if I was hidden, and that she would want to kill me. So, uh… no. No plans for that.”
There exist in this world things beyond comprehension.
This is a statement of fact, for objects and creatures and
concepts that can have no definition, purely by their own design. Things
too dark to see, even in brightest day. Too complex to know, even with
the greatest of minds. Too rotten to ever cure, with all the medicines
in science.
They obey only their own basest nature, as a starving animal
attacking without provocation, an insect invading another’s body to
raise its young… darkness falling in lieu of day. They cannot be called
evil, though the mind is given to attempt to name them, to put at ease
the fear it cannot understand but knows to be true.
It could be argued that the creation of what now dwelled in the
darkness of its own mind had been evil, that what brought rise to the
desecration and destruction of the world of monsters had been hardness
of heart and cruelty unbound. Loneliness and fear can turn a heart to
stone, after all… bring about acts both unthinking and malicious.
Perhaps it would even be right, to say Flowey had been evil, to desire the conquest and power that he did, to whatever end.
But the creature that remains, all that is left of his foolish
lust for control, is not evil. The fiend with a thousand eyes is naught
more than another beast clawing for existence in the muck and grime of a
world once good and loving and whole. He is a wreckage, devoid of much
of the power he once coveted so dearly, and a horror to look upon, all
majesty he might have born molded and decayed.
He had hoped to become a god. And with the power of the souls he
had stolen, he had ascended… but into an amalgamation of what his
twisted desires had made him into, a mind of metal, unfeeling and cold, a
pile of vegetation both prickly and vile, an abomination that saw all
but learned nothing from it.
As he slowly rotted in the prison of his own making, his form
only twisted further. His hunger was unending, and his savagery a
monstrosity to behold. Yet the more victims he took, the hungrier he
became, and the more he was polluted, the stench of bloated corpses and
fetid meat enshrouding his gargantuan, wilting, rusted facade. His mind
was just as spoiled as his body, both a temple to his own vile glory and
a black hole of self-hatred, perpetuated by both of the people he had
once been.
The flower within him screamed unending
for vengeance, for the death of the human that took his power in the
first place but had escaped him… for the pain of his existence to end at
last. The prince cowered and wailed for his mother, for his best friend
and for someone, anyone to save him.
All he had wanted was to feel. And now, all he wanted was to never feel again.
His very existence was a crime, an unholy
being that persisted despite all reason. His hunger was unfathomable,
and defied every attempt to assuage it. His mind was a trap of the worst
kind, all knowledge but pain and hatred and starvation and fear escaping it.
He craved the end as fiercely as he clung to life. He hated his existence as ardently as he loved it.
He called for help, in the desperate misery that he had created himself…
Hey! It's Shell! I reassure you I would not forget absolutely not to credit you on the video it is for that I would like to know if you are girls or boys behind the creation since in French the feminine and the masculine is very present in the language desolete if it is rather indiscreet... and also the big question of which I wonder is : How did you come up with the idea of Axetale...
B: Both Azul and I are girls ^^
As for how we came up with it… well, I loved Horrortale, and I love the Frans ship. I wanted to have both, but didn’t wanna step on any collective toes, so I borrowed some concepts from Horrortale and spun my own universe. Azul helped me come up with new concepts and designs, and Mercy-monster contributed a great deal with her art and storytelling~ it was a collaborative effort
I know you hate to use your blaster, Sans. Mostly, if not entirely, due to their corruption. However, does Aliza's blasters contain corruption? Or does she lack the ability entirely?
“she doesn’t know about the blasters, and i don’t really want her to. she has enough nightmares already.”
(A reminder: this is the last Axetober I will be writing. Anything else I add to the fic on Ao3 will be free formatted shorts of my own choosing)
There’s nothing like staring into a mouth bristling with teeth to ruin your day.
It’d
been a miscalculation on her part. An error in judgment, too much
curiosity. Sans had always warned her, don’t follow any sort of trail
back into the woods, food, gold, or otherwise. Papyrus had told her not
to follow the whimpering cries or the path of blood droplets, as well,
oddly sober and hesitant, at the edge of the treeline.
Dad wasn’t
going to forgive her for leaving him alone there, or for getting herself
into this mess. She knew, if she survived this (looking less likely by
the moment), she’d get the talking to of a lifetime. She could only be
grateful he wasn’t the same kind of guardian as gramma had been…
Though a belt whealed backside was the least of her worries now.
The
dog monster before her towered over where she had fallen into the snow,
easily the size of a bear. His once white coat was matted with twigs,
leaves, clumps of ice, and gore, the rusted remnants of armor clamped
tight around bulging limbs and a torso as thick as the ancient tree
trunks surrounding them. His eyes were glowing with madness and hunger,
blood red and pinned to where she lay, foot caught in the bear trap…
but his maw was what truly held her attention.
She had never seen
so many teeth in one mouth. It wasn’t able to contain them all, spilling
over to litter his drooling, blood saturated jaw; some had broken off,
and were entwined in the thick fur on his neck. It was a horrifying
sight, made no less terrible by the haggard, panting growls the beast
was rumbling with, and it was all Aliza could do not to let out a
bloodcurdling scream when he took a step closer, struggling at the end
of the trap’s chain.
The pain of the steel biting into her leg was
nothing to what the animal would inflict on her. She had to get away,
she had to do something, but she couldn’t call out for help and make this worse.
Another monster could hear her, and come to see what the commotion was.
Aliza
jerked again at the chain holding her in place, the stake frozen into
the ground and the jaws of the trap too rusted to part with her own
paltry strength; she tried again to call to her unstable, untrained
magic, to teleport away, to start a fire, anything. Nothing came.
She begged, as the beast fell to all fours and charged, for some sort of miracle.
And
when the axe sliced through the chain as though it were butter, sending
her sprawling into the slush, she knew it had been answered.
Sans
didn’t so much as glance at her, though his skeletal hand was tight in
the hood of her sweatshirt, dragging her up from the ground and behind
where he stood, stance wide and magic flared. His attention was fixed on
the now halted monster, his own teeth bared and chest rumbling with a
territorial growl.
His hand was more gentle, in pushing her back,
away from what was now to be a battleground, but still he had no
attention to spare her.
This would be no quick, easy fight against
a Snowdrake, an ambush on a monster trapped in one of his “puzzles”.
This was Greater Dog, trained in combat and as fast as he was ferocious.
The beast had been encroaching on his territory for months, leaving
warnings and challenges in the trees to show his intent, and now he had
finally gone too far.
No one would take Aliza from him. Not even an old friend.
“mine,” he snarled savagely, and rushed forward to meet the beast in combat.
What makes sans mad?? I'm just asking so i don't piss him off and get my head cut of and served for dinner.
“touching me without warning, being cruel to my family, touching my daughter at all, upsetting my brother or breaking his psychosis… speaking ill of my wife. just avoid those, and i only might kill you.”
He laughs uproariously, his grin wide and cruel.
“that’s a lie, i’ll probably still kill you. got mouths to feed, you know.”
He shrugs, unmoved by his own morbid words.
“hey, at least i’m doing you the decency of making sure you’re dead first. the freaks i’m keeping on ice aren’t so lucky.”
This might be a stupid question, but I noticed that in the ‘What if Sans escaped Axefell’s underground’, story on the wiki, that Frisk is still alive. And I was wondering of them being alive was something that is true for normal AxeFell or if it was just for that ‘what if’?
No T-T Frisk is dead in Axefell as well. That story is Mercy-monster’s own rendition, and a beautiful one at that.
“…no. lost that hope a long time ago. the most i can manage is trying to make sure aliza and my brother live, get out if they can. me? there’s nothing ahead for me.”
“as well as can be expected, since we’re trapped, slowly starving to death, going insane, and eating our old friends just to survive. how are you? torn anyone’s face off recently? lost any limbs? saw someone else’s face in a mirror? no?”
Okay, okay. I have the real question, right here. I know everyone was thinking this (probably not), so who wins in a fight. Axe Sans vs. Horror Sans! Who will win!
Honestly, probably Horror. Axe is a clever guy, and knows his way around a fight… but he also can’t use his magic without suffering great pain. He relies almost completely on tricks to gain the upper hand, and Horror would be on to that game. Both have severe head trauma, but Horror would be able to outlast Axe in the long run.
hey sans and aliza if frisk could come back for one day what would you guys do together?
“I would have so many things to ask her! It’d be so sad that she could only be here for one day, but it’d be so amazing! I could show her how good my magic is getting, and tell her about my adventure, and-”
You’ve gotten her excited, and it seems she’s going to go on for awhile.
“…i don’t think i’d even be able to say anything. i don’t think i’d be able to do anything but hold her. i’ve missed her so much, you have… no idea what just a day would mean to me.”
Idk if it should be taken literally but in one of your ask where you mention Sans retains part of his sanity becuase he seperated himself from his soul, does that mean he actually seperated his soul from himself like what Kris does by the end of Deltarune?
No <3 his soul is technically still part of him; he’s a monster, he can’t live without it. It’s less literal and more figurative… more in the way he explained LV to us all, once upon a time.
The more you kill, the less it hurts. And he’s killed so much he can’t feel a thing.
Hey Sans if you don't mind me asking have you been out of snowdin at all? Like waterfall or Hotland, if so what did you do? (Love Axetale it's one of my favorites
“try not to wander too far from home. that’s a good way to get killed. i’ve gone into the ruins a few times… early on, when i was still hoping another human would fall. most of the paths in there are blocked by the weed’s vines, though. been into waterfall, too, but only to a certain point, and only so pap can see undyne. it’s not my kind of terrain, and the things lurking beneath the water are too fast for my liking. nah, i mostly stick to the woods.”
Hey I just wanted to say I love this Au it’s really interesting, cool and scary. First I wanted to give food and positivity to sans aliza and papy cus they all need deserve it! Also question for sans, what do you think of ruby? That’s all thanks have a great day/night! 💗
(Thank you dear, we’re glad you like it!)
“thanks for the food, kid, but as for the pest… it’s extremely annoying and overly attached to me. i don’t like being touched or approached without warning, it sets off my hunting instincts, and the bug just doesn’t get the picture that i don’t like that. so we’ve… had our differences.”
He looks uncomfortable with the recollection, looking away and scratching at a crack in his skull.
“…as for what it actually is, i can’t say. doesn’t have a magical signature of its own, seems sentient but can’t move far from aliza… and she suffers pain if its hurt in any way. my thinking is that it’s some kind of… defense mechanism, a manifestation created by aliza’s soul to help guide and protect her, until she knows how to use her magic herself. the attachment to me… heh… i assume its because of how much closer we are.”
He smiles wanly, shrugging one shoulder.
“it’s not her fault the thing likes me, and she seems unable to actually control it at this juncture, so i do my best to just put up with it. besides… it’s not always unpleasant, if i can see it coming; it has a kinda soothing aura. almost feels familiar.”
He chuckles quietly, shaking his head and touching his locket unconsciously.
How are Kindness and Patience holding up? They seem like they would be the least effected by flowies rampant destruction.
Kindness and Patience are the most long-suffering of the remaining souls. Kindness will not give up on Flowey, and Patience is resolute to see it to the end.
