I’ll never get over the amalgamates getting to go back home to their families in True Pacifist. I’m so, so used to stories that go, “this person is too broken, physically or mentally or both, to ever be put back together. they’re not the way they once were, so they’re good as dead. killing them is the only act of mercy.“
I’m so glad Undertale didn’t do that.
The True Lab intentionally plays on horror tropes. Phantasmal pursuers whose ability to appear and disappear defy logical attempts at evasion. Mutated, undead shambling creatures whose original selves are utterly destroyed.
But…like the rest of Undertale’s relationship to RPG tropes…subversion occurs.
It becomes increasingly clear that the amalgamates aren’t evil ghosts or mindless zombies. They’re victims of medical malpractice who miss their families. And when we find them returned to their families…they’re happy. Their families are happy. Things are different now, yea. It’s pretty weird for everyone. The new situation will take some time getting used to. But… it’s mostly good.
Ok, So I’m in college about 10 years back and roomed with this guy named Joe. Dude is Steve Urkel levels of clumsy. Except life isn’t a sitcom. Dude broke his arm twice in the year I knew him. I was about to get married at this point in time when he walks in on she and I kissing, he didn’t expect us there and wound up tripping, falling into a glass top coffee table. Doctors couldn’t save his eye. He’s having to wear a sterile cotton thing on his eye during the healing process.
Well, fiancee feels guilty because we startled him to begin with. She basically nurses him back to health. During this time, I had realized that I knew absolutely nothing about the guy. Anytime I’d ask where his home town was, she’d tell me “not now” or something similar.
Anyway, he gets healed up and she fell for him. Nightingale syndrome hard. They get up, pack everything and leave. No note, no nothing, no phone calls. Not even a “fuck you go to hell.” Haven’t heard from them since.
In short.
If it weren’t for cotton eyed Joe, I’d been married a long time ago. Where did you come from where did you go? Where did you come from Cotton Eyed Joe.
This is the only picture on my computer that can adequately express the rage I’m feeling right now
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