(Y/n) was a small, weak, little country located right next to England. Her and England were best friends and England promised (Y/n) that nothing bad was ever going to happen to her so (Y/n) never had to be strong because England was always there to protect her. When Turkey invaded (Y/n) England made sure to get his army ready and took Turkey down without any trouble. (Y/n) did feel very guilty though when England would get invaded by France and Spain and (Y/n) could do nothing but watch from afar. She wanted to help her best friend like he had helped her but England wouldn't allow (Y/n) to get a single scratch on her plus she didn't really have anything to offer since most of her army was from England anyway, and her guns and artillery were old and outdated. Yet she still tried to help as much as she could. Her farmland was the best of the best and she had lots of jewels in the ground that she mined and gave to England. It was always hard, hard work but it was the least she could do. That was until World War Two came around...

He had to protect Builderman from the work of his own hands. He could not risk 1x1x1x1 finding him while he was still this fragile. "Summoning the remnants of his strength, he reached into the golden liquid at his feet. Though he had given up a portion of his godhood to attempt to bind the Hatred, he still had much of it left." "He began to create a body." "With the focus of a master architect, he pulled the golden ichor upward, weaving it into a new physical vessel. It was similar to his old one, but he changed his commanding presence into something more subtle. " "He would no longer be "Telamon"." "He would call himself "John Shedletsky." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Five years. It had been five years since Telamon had seemingly disappeared off the face of Robloxia. After waiting so long, Builderman's employees finally pushed him to get a new creative engineer. But something was...off about the new hire. John Shedletsky was a strange man who was definitely hiding big things, but no matter what direction he was pushed, he wouldn't let up. As the two began to know each other,, something sparked between them. The spark was familiar, though. As if it had always been there, quietly flickering, waiting to be rekindled. Maybe the past was simply forgotten...only remembered by their very souls. But as they continue to grow closer, entities lurk behind glitched prisons, prepared to drag them through every universe for the chance to be free, no matter the cost. -------------------------- AMAZINGTASTIC COVER BY @Azure_Wrath_F FJSKJFJJS ITS SO PEAK W MYSTIC I'm going to try to update this once a week! If not, there will be a notice in an A/N on a chapter! This is my favorite fic! ...please don't read Until We Meet Again... It's so bad...

*HIII- im new to writing and stuff!! so ima just write random clips that happened ingame or kinda just shitpost lol also i wouldn't mind if yall ask for me to write ships tho im kinda new to writing,, also multifandom oneshots!!

Not much to say but I hardly see anything of drink so I decided to make one myself Feel free to request In the comments! (Be warned some of these are very cursed lol)

⏤͟͟͞͞☆UPDATED!⏤͟͟͞͞☆ Hopefully a itsy bitsy part of the UnderTale community that are shippers finds this.This blew up on AO3,well kind of,mainly because of me. Also,this story does contain smut from now on,I decided to update this because the rules and request definitely contradicted the title.🤭💖 ⏤͟͟͞͞☆ANOTHER UPDATE HERE!⏤͟͟͞͞☆ This story will be containing illustrations!If you don't like that don't hate read and harrass me!If you like that then engage! Cover art is by me. P.S. the anal vore tag is a joke.

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