UNDER♡TALE volume 1 (under hiatus)

Residents

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   Is it day? Is it night? No one down here knows. What truly stumps this hoodie wearing individual, going over their prior research, is how long has it been since there was a fallen? They had lost count. Considering how time works around here with no proper calendar it was hard to tell. Even the one taking care of them didn't know when the next meal was approaching so food was served at any time. But no mater how much they ate their energy would not be satisfied. As if it would disappear or go straight through them. But it was a choice they had made from a personal guilt-ridden experience, to be a vegan. And the number of fallens thus far has helped them along the way. Fearing that just one look at a fallen the craving would skyrocket out of their control from internal self hatred. Sure they have lost a lot of beef and their complexion has become far more lighter than before.

    Shaking their hood-covered head, they find their-self unable to focus. This is stupid.

   After tossing their notes on to a bean-bag in the corner of the bedroom, they take out a smartphone from the double pocket of their hoodie. They reconnect the smart phone to a spy cam located outside of the underground ruins to view the hourly footage. The last few footages consisted of a small pointy-nose person wearing a sharp, pointy hat strutting in front of a camera. Tapping with a mitten-covered thumb on the phone's screen, the camera turns away from the present attention-hog. This only provoked the one being recorded to force the camera back to where it was facing.

   "C'mon, dude, not this again," says the viewer, cockily. They steer the camera facing down. The hinderance turns the camera back to it's original position. Having enough with this shenanigan, the hacker of the camera repetitively taps onto the screen, now having a pointless battle of tug-o-war.

   "Will you just STO—." The feed was cut off.

    Keeping their patience at bay, they get up from the chair and exit their bedroom.

    When walking past the living room down stairs, a bellowing voice from the kitchen questions the hooded individual's business for leaving the house. Opening the door, they respond, "On a walk."

   The voice instructs them to be home no later than last time. A moan of affirmation escapes from their unseen face. Waving a mittened hand to show acknowledgment to the voice's owner, adding in some amusement to their good-bye to which brought the voice to have a fitful of bantering rants. Without facing where the voice was emanating from, the hoodie-wearing local walks out side.

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   Giving up on the broken camera an hour ago, they decided to steak-out in one of the nearest trees.

   A boom is heard from above, bringing them out of an unintentional nap. Looking up, a ring of sliver light loops all over a dome-like sky and vanishing in the horizon.

   Their phone rings. After answering it the same voice they heard before yells from the other line sounding quite excited. "BROTHER!!! HURRY TO YOUR POST!! AND QUICK!!! THERE'S NO TIME TO LOSE. WE MAY ACTUALLY HAVE SOMETHING THIS TIME."

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Stupid geek. Making me buy a new camera.

Wearing a more heavier jacket than the hoodie from earlier with it's hood up, we find the perpetrator responsible for playing with stuff that isn't their's carrying a box labeled fragile as he walks through a gate built on to a bridge with bars placed far apart for anyone to get by.

   Finally reaching a giant stone door to the ruins, the hacker gets to work replacing the broken camera.
"This damn thing wont fit," A frustrating growl travels from his throat. Fed-up with his troubles, the one fixing the camera places it on a fitting branch. "There," he huffs out to the newly operated camera. "Fixed! YA'HAPPY!!?"

   Stomping off to a tree located forty-feet from the ruin's entrance to sit back against its trunk to relieve himself from his stress. He sighs to stare up at the dust particles hiding away the rock ceiling above.

Not having any luck he decides on a different approach to distract himself. "Wonder if that old lady is still there." He gets up and makes his way to where the hidden camera was and stops in front of a large stone door. He gives it a knock.

No response. He knocks again rapping it four times. "Hmm..." Concern eats him. "Hello?" he shouts, hands cuffing over to where his mouth would be.

Loud foot steps come rushing closer from the other side accompanied by a horsed elder lady's. "Yes, yes I'm coming! Just a moment," she was panting from having to rush herself. "I have needles here so I'm trying not to puncture myself."

Curiosity gets the best of him. Feeling a little better to know what the hold up was. "That sounds needle-ess on my end. Care to point out why?" He is greeted by a low chuckle causing himself to shake as he, too, chuckles at his own joke and brings himself to a sit down with his black sweat-pant legs in a criss-cross style like a well behaved school boy eager to learn something new.