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Glimpses, Moments, Flashes by SkyBlueMemories
Fandoms: Deemo (Video Games), Cytus (Video Game), Lobotomy Corporation (Video Game)
05 Jan 2019
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A collection of drabbles based off a quote or phrase.
(Fandom will be specified next to the chapter title.)
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An exploration into the relationship between Trix and Utopia.
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She took off her mask. So this was the end, what all this had built up to.
[The ending of Deemo through Celia’s eyes.]
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A set of drabbles set in Lobotomy Corporation.
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She’s sick of feeling empty, missing a presence that’ll never come back. And so, if he won’t come back, then she’ll join him.
[Post-Sibling AU. More details in notes.]
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The King of Thieves gets the acknowledgement he deserves, even too late to change anything.
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26 Oct 2025
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It's cold, and Tenna is alone out in his Cold Place, outside of the studio. What happened? Tenna isn't sure. All he knows for sure is everything hurts, he can't get up, and he keeps losing his train of thought...
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01 Sep 2025
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The Screen Might Be A Little Hard to Replace... by BrokeTheLights
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game), Undertale (Video Game)
20 Jul 2025
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Ant Tenna's been abandoned and sitting in the Garbage Dump at the bottom of Waterfall for who knows how long, it's felt like ages to him. He's just another piece of trash amongst the heaps down there... until someone finally comes along.
Riffing off of the Tenna in Undertale AU thing that's been going on, I wanted to write something up :)
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21 Jul 2025
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The fountain doesn't need to be sealed. The show never needs to end. He'll never get bored anymore.
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16 Jul 2025
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Tenna could hear the kitchen. The clatter of plates. The deep rumble of Asgore’s voice, rising—then flattening into something hoarse. Toriel’s sharper. Less like a yell, more like a scab picked sore too many times. Kris would wander in, shoulders stiff, and press their cheek to the static. Sometimes, if the TV was warm from recent use, the glass would fog. They’d breathe slow. Not watching anything. Just being close.
He’d glow soft blue beneath them. He always kept his volume low. Just enough to give them something steady. He thought of himself, in those times, as a nightlight. Something for a scared kid to feel near when they didn’t want to cry.
And then, sometimes, Kris would draw.
Little stick figures with marker right on the screen. Green for themselves. Brown for Noelle. Big loopy lines for antlers. Red for Dess. a big triangle with gashing spikes . Toriel would scold them gently when she caught them, but she never got angry. She’d say, “Markers are for paper,” and Kris would shrug and say “Okay,” and do it again next week.
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01 Jul 2025