Nemstarry
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Promise you'll stay by Nemstarry
Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game), Five Nights at Freddy's
25 Mar 2026
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Should I start with the good or the bad news? Okay. The good news is that we seem to have found a safe spot inside of this murderhouse. The bad news, aside from the fact we’re obviously now trapped in said murderhouse, is that that one safe spot has a neurotic robot obsessed with cleaning and with keeping the lights on above all else.
Rude, you think, but I can tell you’re not exactly disagreeing with me.
Distantly, I wonder if perhaps we should have just stayed with Toriel. We both know that was not a viable outcome, though.
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Or, Frisk and Chara need a place to stay at, after refusing Toriel’s invitation to live with her. What better place than the building with a shady history known for having kids disappear inside it!
At least they might make a couple of friends out of the whole ordeal.
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I don't know how far down I'll make it (Or if I can see you out) by Nemstarry
Fandoms: Crow Country (Video Game), Undertale (Video Game)
19 Oct 2025
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Mara had no clue what to make of the situation at hand.
She had expected the monsters, though the more… abnormal ones did take her off guard. She had expected the danger, she had expected the traps. She had expected the locked doors and needless puzzles. She thought she had expected everything this place would throw at her, but certainly what she didn't expect was to find a child— not a teenager, a child— here.AKA: The Chara Undertale goes to Crow Country fic no one but me wanted.
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I realize, with a curse under my breath, that I forgot to grab a paper from the tissue box in my desperation. A drop of blood has already dripped onto the floor, narrowly missing the lovely hand-knitted sweater the Queen gave me. I want to go grab one, but I realize with shaking arms that it's still not enough. Before I felt nothing, but now all that I can feel is a deep, boiling anger. I want to grip the knife tighter and tear myself apart. Scratch at my face, my eyes, scream with rage and agony and wither away, wilt like a flower, except I could never be anything as pretty as that. Maybe, I think through the haze, I can end it. I do still have the blade. Maybe-
There's a knock at the door.
Or, the story of why they hid the knives
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It hits me with the delicacy of a baseball bat to the face, the cold night air from the open window. It takes a moment for me to adjust to the sight of your room covered in shadows, barely illuminated by the faint streetlight that peeks through, and I notice I’m breathing heavily. Ah, so it was a dream.
“A nightmare”, you whisper, out of breath.
A nightmare, yes. My bad.