Undertale- Home but it's actually your broken home (1 hour Loop)
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- Опубліковано 25 бер 2024
- Title: Undertale - Home but Its actually your broke home.
Original Song: Undertale-Home
Close your eyes and travel.
This was also gonna be called Undertale Home but you're lost in space.
Music Commission by me: www.fiverr.com/therah
Art done by: www.fiverr.com/markeau
#undertale #home #hopesanddreams #cover #synth
#videogamemusic #undertalehome #brokehome
C* So here we are... frisk broke the barrier... the monsters can finally go to the surface...
C* And you're just here with these flowers... waiting to turn back into one yourself...
C* Azzy... don't do this... mom and dad are right out there... you need to go say goodbye, you couldn’t last time, nows your chance!
C* Please Azzy... please...
C* . . .
C* You really are an idiot... goodbye Azzy...
*C disappears.*
* . . .
A* Goodbye Chara...
Ooh i wanna try one of those story paragraph thingys for this!
*You reset again. Maybe this time it'll be different.
*It wasn't. Toriel and Asgore will always be better than them, but you don't want to give up. I mean, they're your parents after all. They can't be that bad.
*Maybe if you do it again, if you do better. If you're sweeter or gentler. Maybe you can fix it, and you can actually have that future you want.
*You reset again. Maybe this time it'll be different.
*They didn't even report you missing last time, but this time they will. This time they will care
*The deja vu the monsters feel is beginning to catch up with them. Toriel is more worried than the last time. She's offering to read you that story again.
*You don't understand. You freed everyone, you did everything right! Everyone was happy, Except them.
*You reset again. Maybe this time it'll be different.
*You're tired. Even as you begin the trudge up the mountain, you can still hear them. God you're tired.
*Being nice is harder. It's harder to just... Get through this time. More monsters are starting to notice. More are questioning why this seems so... Odd for you. Even Papyrus was taken aback by your expression
*You reset again. Maybe this time it'll be different...
*You decide to try something different. Maybe if you play exterminator, then it'll be better. Maybe then it'll fix itself.
*all the dust makes it hard to breathe. but the bandana helps. You wish you could just stay in the Ruins, it's quiet there now.
*You reset again. Maybe this time it'll be different...
*You reset again. Maybe this time it'll be different...
*You know you don't deserve this. What happened isn't your fault, but you're starting to believe it is. Papyrus was too innocent, too much like you were. What happened isn't your fault, but what's happening is.
*You reset again. Maybe this time it'll be different...
*You reset again. Nothing will be any different, so stop expecting it to be.
💔
Feels just like home
Well, damn, I am glad you made an hour loop of this. I'm not going to copy and paste the entire thing I made on the original to here, but uh. Thanks
Thanks for stopping by tho (:
*YOU DID IT
*you return home but-
"mom?"
"dad?"
*you see a box with your name on it and a note, the note reads, "if you ever come home this is yours"
*you open the box to find two death certificates and an official note saying the house is now in your name
" no.... they cant be dead
*you also find a yellow flower and a dusty locket
*you open the locket and see an old picture of you and an old picture of chara, the locket says
*best friends f o r e v e r
"why does it have to be like this........"
*you scream for help, for anyone
...
But nobody came.
I wanted to try the paragraph thingy but might have ended up making a whole fanfic but anyway here it goes:
Broken Home
*You’ve been wandering in the forest for hours now.
*Dull, bladed light shimmers through the tapered crowns of dense pine trees.
*The sun is setting, but it’s hard to tell.
*You maneuver around shrubs and lumpy roots, like a field of bowling balls frosted with moss and creamy lichen. You are guided by the ghostly mist to a well-trodden trail, the earth and gravel stamped smooth like hot chocolate.
*The trail leads up a hill, where the light shines through the parted canopy. You catch a glimpse of the spruce trees dwindling into the etched rock face of Mt. Ebbot. You feel like you’ve been walking in circles.
*You walk into the overcast light. You see a sprawling open field of lace flowers and clovers, dancing in the wind, waves in an ocean of grass.
ITS THE HUMAN!
*Sans and Papyrus sit on a large brown rock, accompanied by Undyne and Alphys - her face bright red. Metaton practices dance moves in the grass.
PAPYRUS: THE HUMAN IS BACK!
ALPHYS: ...
UNDYNE: Cool. They came just in time to see literally no stars at all! The sky is too cloudy.
PAPYRUS: YEAH, BUT, THE CLOUDS ARE COOL TOO. IT’S ALL SO NEW!
*You feel sheepish, you walk towards the rock at a clumsy pace
PAPYRUS: SO, DID YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND? DO YOU WANT TO STAY?
*The other monsters look at you with interest. You glance left and right with a worried look.
SANS: Are you lost, kiddo?
*You nod
...
PAPYRUS: THAT SETTLES IT! WE WON’T PART WAYS UNTIL WE FIND THE HUMAN’S VILLAGE
ALPHYS:... um, I installed a GPS in Metaton, they should know they way.
UNDYNE: METATON HAD A MAP THIS WHOLE TIME? WE’VE BEEN LOST FOR HOURS!
METATON: Lost, darling? I thought we were sightseeing...
*You point out the direction on Metaton’s map. By sunset, you make it out of the forest with your friends.
*You walk down a silent country street. Dim yellow streetlights are few and far between. You wish you could hold Toriel’s hand. Or...
*You see tall metal poles draping wires above the grided streets. Small wooden plank houses with rocky tiled roofs fill your view. Worn tires, wheelbarrows, and metal poles border little rustic sheds housing motorcycles and home equipment. Fenced houses sit on rooftops, their windowpanes catching the light from the neighbor's television sets.
*A small pickup truck groans by, this place feels familiar.
*For what feels like forever, you navigate the maze of streets. Undyne and Metaton get frustrated. Sans keeps cracking jokes. You can’t tell if he’s making things better or worse...
*You stop at a crossroad with a rectangular green sign.
*”Sunset Avenue”
*You are close to...somewhere.
*You round a corner, almost running into a mailbox. Alphy's smiles sheepishly and hands you her flashlight.
*You stop in the middle of the road. Your friends stand still behind you. A small house rests behind a giant front yard, bordered by trees. Dead bushes and iris flowers lay beside a cement driveway with grass growing out from large cracks. A large sign reads, “Violators will be prosecuted!”
UNDYNE: Human, is this your home?
*For a few seconds, you stare at the floor and kick at small gravel pellets. You put on a weary smile and wave goodbye.
PAPYRUS: *SNIFF*, GOODBYE FOR NOW, HUMAN!
ALPHYS: please call if you need anything!
UNDYNE: I’m cooking my famous meatballs next weekend. Hang out with us if you dare!
METATON: Break a leg, sweetie!
Sans: So long, kiddo. I’ll be in touch.
...
*You begin walking down the driveway
*The brown paint, chipped and stained, coats the rustic planks on the outer walls of the house. You step onto a small patio with loud, creaking wood. Two cloudy windows are nailed off with planks. A moth flutters around a small flickering porch light. A large gate stands between you and the front door.
*You find the doorbell and ring it, almost instinctively. (“Is this my home?”)
*A dog barks, growls, squeals like it just saw a bear. Intruder! Intruder!
*You ring the doorbell several more times before sitting down in a rustic, three-legged rocking chair
*The door bursts open. You turn to see the bulging eyes of a terrified, aging man.
Whad’you want!?
*You get up and stand behind the gate, blinded by the yellow lights.
*You are immediately hit with the stench of mold and putrid dog hair.
Your things are gone! Did’ya think we were your own personal storage facility, kid?
* The old man's boots press against a matted carpet. Empty beer cans lay in piles behind the door.
First CPS, then the disappearance... Mary couldn’t take it. We had a good reputation with the police, but now....
*You feel like an electric shock pulsed through your body. You feel naked, disgusted at yourself.
If you're gonna get all depressed and panicked or what have you...well, we can’t have that here.
*Your grip loosens from the gate. You never realized things were this bad, or maybe you forgot.
Back in my day, there was a youth living community the next town over. They’ll feed ya
*The man’s eyelids relax, and his face turns solemn. Does he pity you?
Turn around and walk off the property! I’ll stand here and watch!
*Down the rotten stairs, pass the broken vase, the piles of rusted aluminum roofing, down the driveway and passed the gate, you don't look back.
...
*You sit against a wide mother tree, your legs criss-cross on the rocky roots.
*You look up through the thicket of pine needles at the moonlit sky.
*Your sweater is torn from tight clusters of sticks and thorns.
*You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here
*You don’t know if you will ever get up again.
*You grab bunches of pine needles, snapping them and weaving them around your fingers.
*You hear something, the forest floor crunches underneath slow, soft padded steps. (“A bear?”)
“Yo”
*Luckily for you, it’s just a walking skeleton. San’s steps out of the shadow, his warm grin, relaxed eyes, and bright blue jacket illuminated by a dim beam of light.
SANS: Are you alright...Kiddo? You mind if I'm here?
*You shake your head
*Sans crawls through the thicket and sits beside you.
SANS: The others went to the grocery store to get hot chocolate, but...
*How did he find you? Did he stay at the gate to make sure you were safe?
SANS: But, knowing Undyne, we will probably end up with too much hot chocolate...
*Sans mimics you, grabbing pine needles and snapping them.
*This is the longest sans has gone without cracking a pun.
SANS: We’re all hanging out in this small motel for now. I mean, it’s not much, but..
*What do you feel? What do you want? All this anger, frustration, humiliation coursing through you. But also, your back arched against the mother tree, it’s groovy bark like strands of spaghetti, the running sap at its roots like spilled ketchup, you feel...
SANS: We WANT you, Frisk.
*Silent, if not for your sniffling nose, tears run down your face.
SANS: please, let our home be yours.
*You lower your head.
Sans hands over his jacket, you feel his hand on your shoulder.
SANS: Don’t worry. The wind blows right through me.
SANS: Um...
SANS: A lot has happened in the past 24 hours.
*Gated away from your parents forever, giving up on any affirmation from them. It is at this point that you realize something.
SANS: It’s like some sort of FE-MUR dream...Heh.
*You realize that you had your own mother tree this whole time
SANS: So, what’dya say, Frisk?
*You nod your head
Frisk
And all others like him
Stay DETERMINED
Whether it happens in this life or the next,
In 1 year or 70,
If you open your heart, you will find a family one day
bro, why am i crying
Why did you write this now I'm even sadder
;A;
just saved this comment, I will not let this piece of literature goes unnoticed
The sacred duty of an internet enjoy-er. Thanks
this got me crying
There's this kid in my school who is/was super popular, i thought so too, but i recently realized he is a toxic, manipulative jerk and also he was in my friend group, and they also realized the same thing, so we tried to talk to him about it and he ran away and flipped us off so we of course were mad at him so he started spreading rumors that we were bullying him and we got in trouble, the stuff he did to me were, not inviting me to anything, keeping secrets from me but not the rest of the friend group, not telling me when he did stuff with the whole friend group and not me, spreading rumors about me, telling me i didn't have trauma even though he knew i did but i didn't know i did, just being mean in general, trying to kick me out of the friend group for no reason, talking about me behind my back, convinced me that i was being mean to him, caused most of my depression and sh. I’ll keep you updated on whats happening.
God bless you man
It didn't fit in the title but everytime the song repeats, the pitch gets lower.
Can you do undertale yellow - Home but it's actually your broken home?
@@yessersonyessuroni9496 I will have it in mind (:
@@thespiralden cool
@@thespiralden Can you do lofi undertale yellow soon?
@@yessersonyessuroni9496 My next cover will be a pokemon cover(:
Oh my god, imagine every time the pitch gets lower would be when Frisk resets again :0
It almost makes me cry ._.
i don't know why this isn't that popular, it is great!
Oh trust me, this is my most popular video now on my channel and I've a lot of music on it, so im really happy by how it turned out! thanks a lot for listening(:
finalmente se siente como en casa :"D
considering i was with undertale since the near beginning, this hits way too hard man i've barely gotten into it and im already getting a bit emotional looking back.
Thank you so much for listening! it's been a long while since undertale came out yeah, but it's still really present(:
This screen should play if you pick "I've got places to be" in the true Pacifist ending. Instead of a blank credits.
Thank you so much for listening, hope you can also listen my newest cover of Spider Dance(:
can you make a lore for this music please
edit: this song just feels incomplete without a lore
My headcanon is that you try to load again and again to try and repair your broken family, but each time you do so, it gets worse and worse with no way to go back to how things were, you slowly sink into depression as you realize that nothing you do can change it, you ducked up, and there is no taking back the awful things you did, because you're the problem. You shouldn't have messed with powers you didn't comprehend, and now you must pay the price by slowly losing everything that keeps your fragile determination alive. But at the end of the day, it's still you ^-^ you're still here, but your family isn't, and all you can hear is this song, reminding you again and again that you broke your home and everyone in it
@@lapin_rebel5494 You good at writing lore! You very good at this, ever considered making your own? (If you don't, you don't need tho if you don't want it. Making hobbie something more serious may be annoyign really if you do against your will)
hmmm
@@lapin_rebel5494
hmm@@lapin_rebel5494
There are a lot of paragraph stories here and on the original that could work…
Always good to lisen it ! 🎉
Thank you so much c:
@@thespiralden your welcome
this must be how eminem felt going home after playing out in his childhood
I'm sorry mama
The art seems mildly creepy and I can't pin-point why...
Maybe, Because that house is no longer their home and some can relate to it.
Are you planning to donmkre undertale remixes ?
Hi😊
Hi!
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