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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]wrong sub but w/e

yessss to all, but can you guys make them? thank u

warnings for suicide idealization n_n[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;] Neue wasn't actually suicidal.

He's a mess, sure, but who wasn't? It was apart of being an adult, even though he wasn't actually approaching his thirties and he wasn't quite sure if he even counted as a real monster or a cat or a lynx or whatever the hell he was, because he was made, he wasn't born like a traditional monster. He was made in a lab and he's damn lucky enough that the only thing wrong with him was his stunted growth and his crappy stats that capped themselves at one. He's lucky that Cancione wanted to keep him.

He's just damn lucky, and that was enough for him to not actually try.

But he can't help but to be mildly disappointed when he wakes up in the morning and he can't help but to be, maybe, too exhausted when he trudges through the day with some sort of semblance of someone who at least kind of has it fucking together. It's a passive sort of self-hate, if he could even call it that, because he doesn't hate himself either.

Yet, when he sees the rickety barrier that keeps the inane from falling over the edge, he can't help but to think what if I —

Usually, that's where it stops. He stops it there because he's not selfish and he's not dramatic enough to fling himself over the edge and risk some kid coming across a mangled body at the ground; he wasn't going to risk Cancione coming across it either, stars no. He would never, and that's what separated him from the pathetic fucks that actually do this because he would never.

But.. he.. doesn't stop it there, this time.

Neue let the thoughts continue as he stared over the edge. What would happen if he fell? What would they do? Paws resting on the very top of the barrier, he hoisted himself up on top of it and sat down.

And he thought.

What if I jumped?

He isn't sad, just mildly disappointed with his life.

He doesn't actually want to kill himself, not really, but he can't help but to wonder if Cancione would be sad or if Blueberry would miss him if he did actually die.

And not come back. He's a little ticked he didn't stay dead that one time.

It still doesn't stop himself from thinking about it, and if his paws slip or if something scares him enough to actually fall, then, well, so be it. Life would go on.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Neue didn't care.

The faint twinge of loyalty he felt towards Tama was the only reason he had followed, like a loyal war hound. He supposed that was what he was, at the end of the day. He was even grumbling like one, low and throaty, as he stalked heavily behind the smaller clanmates, careful not to squish them with his bony claws. Neue really didn't care; in Underfell, children could wriggle their way out of situations like this easily. To him, Verdana was no different than the Snowdrake that had picked a fight with him that one time.. or the kid that tried to fight Undyne for her spot in the Guard.

Yet, the skeletal wyvren, desperate to prove he could so something worthwhile, mumbled lowly, quietly, i.. uh i could go an' look for her? from the air? or.. or.. he wasn't any good at this. He needed someone to tell him what to do.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Neue, on the other hand, was practically howling with laughter. He really hadn't expected Blue to be the kind of guy to do drugs. They were pretty common in Underfell, but not exactly easy to get a hold of. Humans didn't throw it away every day. The lynx padded forward, sniffing the pan experimentally, though Lucina's presence made him too anxious to take a bite.

* h-hey, if the guy needs to wind down, let 'im He still ended up stuttering nervously when he addressed the vice-leader, a nervous jitter to his form as he shuffled his paws anxiously. His laughter had died down into a nervous chuckle.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]A tiny paw tapped his nose, in what he could only assume was an attempt to move him away from the pan. Usually, he would of backed off, or even skittered away mumbling apologies. Instead, Neue snorted, and ducked his head close enough to the pan that he would be able to take a massive bite out of the remainder, like the piece of shit that he was.

... Fuck, they tasted disgusting. Chocolate was the worst thing to this body's taste buds, which... was actually pretty disappointing. Chewing weed had never exactly been a party either. He stood there with it in his mouth for a full fifteen seconds, trying to debate just how much he actually wanted it, before he finally swallowed it with a grimace.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Neue was so lost in thought by the time Lucina had come around, her question startled him enough for him to jump slightly in suprise.

He nearly did pitch himself over the edge. He could see it playing out in slow motion: free-falling forward, paws flailing as they tried to grasp onto something to hold him steady; he never did hit the ground. Probably because he blinked himself back into reality. Neue dug his claws into the railing and gave the vice-leader an uneasy smile, not really sure what to say. There was a kid there too. Made him more nervous. * er.. y-yeah? 'm just.. thinkin', y'know?

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The lack of fighting eased the poor wyvren's anxiety, but he was no less on edge. It looked almost as if they were going to hand her over to them, but it could be a trick, a lie. Catch them off guard so they would have the upper hand. It was the oldest trick in the book, and Neue wasn't about to let himself fall for such a trick again. Untrusting, he looked down at his leader before staring out into Exile territory again, the order to 'fetch' still fresh in his mind. It was difficult to not simply just.. go and grab her, considering she wasn't too far away. He could smell her, he could hear her.

Neue shook his head. Stay. Sit. Wait for an order.

.. but he had one, didn't he? Go and fetch. Tama agreeing had been close enough. As another Exiler tried to pin Verdana down, that was when he bolted towards the two of them, all spitting rage and dedication to what had become his home. Neue glowered down at Cambyese, thudding his bony tail against the ground in a warning. His size would be enough.. right?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Neue blinked. It'd been years since he'd done anything to do with that language, he had almost forgotten what it sounded like. After all, it'd been years since the 'doc had croaked and Cancione wasn't too fond of issuing commands in Wing Dings.. or, he just didn't speak it. A little nervous, he cocked an eyebrow at the kid. How did the brat know? .. She wouldn't... try and order him around in it, would she? * uh.. kid.. why're you speaking wing dings?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]The lynx looked skeptical as the Shadowclanner arrived with gifts, but he had always treated gifts from allies as such. Alliances did not exist, to him. It was a natural reaction, but even he couldn't not be at least a little excited at the prospect of sleds. The look he shot Sans was uneasy, how little he trusted him obvious, but as he pawed at a plastic sled, Neue mumbled a thanks nonetheless

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Neue's ears pinned themselves back, flat against his skull. He nudged the sled he'd been pawing towards Verdana, his interest in doing anything else but sleeping gone with it. Hearing wing dings made him nervous. Aster hadn't exactly taught him the nicest commands and.. he.. * dunno kid, maybe he is the lynx mumbled, shuffling his paws nervously. A moment later, he hefted himself back onto all fours and padded back into the woods. A nap would do him good.

(psst, quote me so i don't lose your reply, pax! >vo also? mobile rip,,,,
if you'd rather he be in his lynx body to make it even w eve please Let Me Know)[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Neue didn't wait for much longer, snapping his jaws at both Cambyese and Eve like some feral animal. That's all he really was, wasn't he? Some loyal attack dog. Not even the presence the one he was supposed to fetch really did stop him. A bit of slobber hit the ground as he moved one of his claws and attempted to knock both Eve and Cambyese away from Verdana with it. He didn't want to hurt her, but he also didn't quite care. If Bucket got in the way too? So be it. He smelled like the enemy.

// rushed too rip[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Neue's ears pricked; someone else named after a font? Huh. What were the odds. Far too lazy to deal get up from his comfortable patch of shady grass, the lynx materialized nrxt his his clanmates, offering him a weary smile. Couldn't quite meet his eyes, though. * sup kid. name's neue. 'ice' to meetcha.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]i was going to do my replies but then i remembered how much i love rick and morty hel p

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Politics were never Neue's strong suit. He tried to stay away from them, preferring to watch shit go down from the sidelines instead of.. well, actually dealing with anything himself. Cancione tried to wiggle his way into political matters, much to his brother's disappointment.. but.. hey, he was curious. The lynx found himself padding towards the small gathering, curiosity in his eyes. He sat himself down next to Blueberry, the smallest of frowns on his maw.

slips in
interaction w neue mayb :3c he's just another uf sans tbfh

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]Neue had about the worst track record with actually doing his weekly tasks. They always seemed to slip his mind after he woke up from his naps, or he'd get too nervous to do it. He'd do this one, though.. or, that's at least what he told himself as he padded over. * can i get one of those, boss?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]* ill go to colouredclan, and boneclan.. if.. that's alright? Neue offered as he padded forward. He'd been so tired lately, too tired to show his face for more than a couple hours at a time before he hsd to go take another nap. Maybe.. getting out of here would do him any good. Besides, he hadn't really gone to either place before. It'd be good for him.

my fav bands are icelandic <:3

im tired and nauseous but i must prevail for my replies

tfw u 4get to edit
/rushed tho [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;] Neue was tired, overly so, but obligations were obligations. The heavy form of a wyvren settled behind his clan leader, his stance careful, as to not accidentally crush anyone with his claws or tail. It was an intimidation game as far as he could tell, something common enough where he was from. Glowing red orbs locked onto the SolsticeClan leader, fangs bared together in a threatening snarl, tail moving slowly and cautiously on the ground behind him. He hadn't been paying an awful lot of attention to what was going on here, but Neue couldn't help but to be nervous about it; rebellion wasn't thought of in the Underground. Nobody would dare even think it.. but..

A shiver ran through his form. Best not to think of it and focus on the now.

waIT FOR MY POST AT LEAST PLEASe myst