Undertale Yellow Fanart Novels & Stories

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

Shadow was eyeing them full of love. Their eagerness reflected the innocence in their eyes. The Hyenas were prepared to enter the space that was created by Orange. Orange’s power was extremely unique. Storytelling, and art manipulation. There were only three people that inherited this power. Each represents the three worlds. Someone named Fariz, who by chance, was Teal’s boyfriend. He was from the Upperworld. The second person was Orange Bunny, representing the Underworld. Last but not least, Wan, from the wingman's clan, was from The Unknown.

He flew backward, right into a cluster of spellfire from a water mage, who grinned and gave me a salute. And then—because fate has a twisted sense of humor—Mr. Yellow popped out from beneath a broken supply cart nearby. His fur was singed. He had a shield strapped to one paw and what looked like a stolen wand in the other. “Oh sure,” he shouted, dodging a bolt of dark fire with a sarcastic hop. “No one listens to the rabbit when he says ‘maybe we shouldn’t let the hell rift open!’ but now it’s all ‘fight for the realm, Mr. Yellow!’ and ‘bite the demon on the ankle, Mr. Yellow!’”