Games Done Quick

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Just as a reminder, on Saturday 1/14 at approximately 8:00 PM PST, the Awesome Games Done Quick Charity Livestream will be running Undertale as their grand finale. If you want to watch Undertale played as fast as possible, and to help raise money for the Prevent Cancer Foundation, check it out! 

Update: Toby Fox just donated $10,000 to name the fallen child Bepis.

Update: The run is just about to start. Two MILLION dollars is in sight, and there are two donation bid wars open now:

-Hug Asriel or Shun him (you monsters)

-Finish Sans off or Let Him Sleep

If you missed the run, you can see the VODs for Undertale (and the rest of the marathon) at this Reddit thread.

Games Done Quick

Alphys Meta

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Iirc the commonly accepted reason as to why Alphys took so
long to finish Mettaton’s body was that because if she did, he’d leave, and
some details have me thinking that while this was true, and Mettaton definitely
picked up on it, it wasn’t the whole story.

First some odd details. This isn’t required for the upcoming theory to work,
but it lays a good groundwork for it. Warning: long and image heavy, also
blatant metaphysicsery.

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for nagginggargoyle! from the acts of intimacy meme – “reading a book together”!


Carefully,
as if afraid it’d decide to slam shut right in her face, Alphys
pushed open the door to the library – not the librarby,
it was worth noting. The
monsters
had made sure to get that right this
time.

She
breathed a sigh of relief when she poked her snout into the doorframe
and the entire library didn’t turn around and annihilate her in a
single shared stare of disdain. 

In fact, nobody seemed to notice her at all.

Even Undyne, who wasn’t
behind the front desk like usual but seated on a rickety wooden chair
in front of the entrance, hadn’t noticed her. She hadn’t as much as
glanced up from the over a dozen children, seating cross-legged or
many-legged or hanging from the ceiling or too tiny to see more than
the pillows they were seated on, all staring rapturously up (or down) at
her.

So
Alphys stood awkwardly in the doorway, refusing to even let the
chilly winter air outside move her forward. She just stood there and
quietly admired how Undyne looked with her bright red hair tied back
into a bun, even though she looked almost as silly wearing reading
glasses over her eyepatch. She didn’t even have vision problems,
outside of the obvious one.

But
eventually, Undyne’s eye, that surprisingly soft, gentle yellow eye,
turned up just long enough to meet hers. Undyne stopped whatever she
had been saying, her eye widening, and Alphys couldn’t keep herself
from swallowing back a breath as she stared back at her.

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