MiseryTale Chara.

MiseryTale Alphys. The current Royal Scientist for King Asgore.

Sorry for the crappy quality, I couldn’t get my camera to focus. This is my OC Indie Lynne. This sketch will be finished at some point.

G. & G. Facts: Pt. 1

MiseryTale: Heights

- The Polls on the Bridge to the HotLand Lab are almost tall enough to reach Angel’s shoulders

- Angel’s Height: The top of Angel’s head reaches between Indie’s elbow & shoulders when she’s wearing flats - 5 ft. 5.5 in. tall

- Chara’s Height: Normal - 5 ft. 7 in tall & Demon Form - 5 ft. 8.5 in. tall. Is 1.5 in. taller in Demon Form

- Indie’s Height: Naturally - 5 ft. 9.5 in. tall & In Heels/Boots - ~6 Ft.

- Slate’s Height: Is 6 in. taller then Indie - 6 ft. 3.5 in.

- Rose’s Height: Is 7 ft. 5 in. tall

- MTT Height: 7 ft. 2 in. tall in flats & ~7 Ft. 5.5 in. with Heels/Boots

Swamped Depression

Living in a world that’s abandoned you,

You sit in the shadows,

They say, “You’re anti-social.”

I tell you, “They don’t understand you!”

They say, “You’ll get over it.”

But it’s really something you just can’t,

They’ll tell you that they know what you’ve been through,

But they will NEVER know your pain!

You’re in the abyss where nobody can reach you,

But I tell you, “I’m right there with you.”

“I was there before.”

Some can & have escaped this void,

You say, “You’re one of those who were lucky.”

“But most aren’t so lucky.”

You say, “I’m one of those who weren’t so lucky.”

“I got the short end of the stick.”

You try to wear a mask of normality to hide,

But the sorrow,

The humiliation,

The misery was seeping out the edges,

You’re painted smile would fade the more you’d wear it,

The doctor may say, “You have the option to…”

Or “These options are…”

But you don’t!

This feeling wasn’t your choice,

The world forced it on you,

They shoved it down your throat with all their hate & lies,

They did this to you,

You didn’t do this to yourself,

Those who think they know will say, “It’ll be over soon!”

That may be true for some of them,

But not for all,

Not for YOU,

I say, “There are those who’re in the pit with you too.”

The only one who may know is you!

After all,

How could your own mind not know?

How could you not trust yourself?

They may not have sunk in further,

Or they could be far deeper then you,

But they may truly know your pain and sorrows,

Just because you think you’re alone doesn’t mean it has to be like that,

Your mask won’t hide you from someone who’s been there too!

You said to me years ago, “I trust you!”

So?

Won’t you give me the key?

To the shattered heart and withered soul you locked away,

We can fix it,

You’ll mend it,

Don’t you see?

But there’s one thing you must NEVER in your life forget,

Life will always,

Always get worse before it gets better!

And you can’t be selfish!

You can’t take the easy way out and think there won’t be consequences,

It WILL affect those around you,

You shouldn’t force your pain on them just to make yourself feel better,

I was always there for you when I saw the bruises and bandages,

Your freedom & eternal happiness isn’t worth someone else feel the way you do,

But you can’t always think the risky or easy way won’t backfire at some point,

You’re so much better then that!

So?

Don’t let it control the way your life is lived,

You must take control of it!

Don’t lose hope in yourself or the world,

You only get one life,

Not the nine a cat has!

So don’t be foolish & live your life!

I was able to climb out of the pit,

I know you can too.

Hold onto hope!

MiseryTale’s Undyne. Captain of the Royal Guard. More updates on her design will be coming.

MiseryTale Angel, Frisk doesn’t exist in this universe due to the fact that Determination never existed here. The Gray Soul, is the trait of Misery is the polar opposite of Determination.

Gags & Mischief

Autumn leaves drift slowly down the hill,

Old trees shade the creaky porch,

Tall green & gold grass sways in the dawn breeze,

Cinnamon sprinkled apple crisps cool on the Espresso table,

The young green eyed skeleton sat by the window,

A mustard sticker being taped onto a bottle

Hot sauce, mayo & orange soda mixed thoroughly inside,

His friend watched with mild confusion,

But went along to see the chaotic result,

Warm wind blew in from the open window,

A soft aroma of the ocean filling the room.

Abandoned Ranch

“Indie. It looks like the scattered remains of a Jigsaw Puzzle!” She growled. “And it’s a 2 hour walk to the City from here.”

“Echo, it’ll be fine once we fix it up. And 3 miles isn’t that far. I’d only be an hour or less on my bike.” Indie shot back. ”Plus, look at the view! Vast meadows in front of us & the ocean behind us.”

Echo shook her head as she hopped up onto the porch railing. She didn’t want to put in the time on a huge wreck like this. There didn’t seem to be a point. But still knew Indie would find a way to drag her into fixing it up no matter what she said to protest.

The old ranch house had as many holes as swiss cheese. As well as it smelled like rotting fish & wet dog. It must have been two hundred years since anyone had stepped foot in the broken home. Indie walks up to the porch steps & Echo hops onto her shoulder then to the floor. Boards creak as the pair stepped carefully across half-missing, dead planks. The splintered door swung loosely in the wind.

10′s Shrine

A light storm hangs above the forest,

A soft buzz of animals lifts the air’s stillness,

The small clearing sits with uncompared beauty,

The Imperial grace of the Elder’s statues sat dormant,

10 stone giants glistened with little dew drops,

The same place that was once host to lavish parties,

Pale Terra slowly over-took the relics,

Empty eyes of old comrades always watched the ever-changing landscape,

Warm air flows like soft breaths,

Sparrows - Jays - Cardinals - Finches & Doves,

They fly like racers between the trees,

Silence fills the surrounding wood as rain pours heavier,

Careful hands run over cracked stone,

One of the few guests seen in millennia,

Light steps circle around the tarnished pedestals,

Jewel eyed never expecting to have company again,

Knowing & respectful gaze surveys yet sparkles with wonder,

The urge to be heard after centuries,

Now will always be seen,

By any & all,

By him or her or themselves,

To see on their own,

Well known to all - to none - to the past & future,

Good nor evil can make their memory sway,

From every room in every land they were once known,

Tis only in legend & myth of their deeds now,

The silent watchers of creation itself,

That of Light & Life,

Of Hidden Shadows & the Afterlife they stand,

Those of the beckoning Winds,

The Fathers of the Terra & Sea,

The Mothers of Magical mystery & Crystalline beauty,

A hidden Flame burning in silent eyes,

Watching the Celestial skies & Eon waves,

They watch as what they made expands,

Always quiet with unspoken thoughts,

The storm ebbs as winds chime & swirl,

Another blissful evening to come.

Echos

The Multi-Echo: The Various colored Echo Flowers of MiseryTale.

- Amaranthine Echo: Finished

- Snow Echo: Finished

- Waterfall Echos: In progress + Echo Name

- HotLand Echos: Remaking + Echo Name

- Core Echos: In progress + Echo Name

- New Home Echos: In progress + Echo Name

- Barrier Echos: In progress + Echo Name