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AxeTale is an AU where Frisk never leaves the Underground during a neutral run, where Toriel becomes queen, and Sans chases Flowey away before he can steal the souls. Years later, Flowey was able to steal them, and in his haste, he broke the fabric of time and space, distorting the magic of the Underground. This caused what is known as "The Glitch". The monsters grew insane, hungry, and turned on each other.

The Hunger

The Hunger is a powerful force born from the Glitch. It grew in power as time passed, causing the monsters to always feel starved and crave the flesh of others. The monsters went insane and began to turn on each other. The monsters also developed powerful primal urges to hunt and kill for flesh, their bodies mutated, their magic became unstable and all those who had magic in them were affected. The children were the first killed, and it became a literal "kill or be killed" world. Bloody streaks and dust lines the entire Underground. Most monsters reside in New Home where they hunt and kill, either alone or in animalistic packs.


These are the characters in AxeTale.

This list is planned to be refilled with absolute basic information. If you're looking for in-depth information on the characters of AxeTale, please see the AxeTale Wiki.)

The Humans

Aliza - the daughter of Sans and Frisk, on a journey of self-discovery and Mercy through the Underground after the discovery of her mother's raving, insane journal in her grandmother's attic. She is accompanied by her constant companion and "familiar" Ruby, a red butterfly that no human has ever seemed to be able to see.

Frisk - the one time angel and attempted savior of monster-kind, dwelling underground with the race following her neutral run for twelve years until Flowey again attempted, this time successfully, to steal the human souls. Sans ejected her from the Underground with the power of Toriel's soul, taken from her newly fallen body, with the plan to have her retrieve enough souls to free the rest of the race, but Frisk was assaulted, raped, and incarcerated in an asylum Aboveground before she could. She was driven insane by the drugs administered to her there, and died after giving birth to Aliza. She is represented by The Red Butterfly.

Frisk's mother - Frisk's mother took charge of Aliza for the first fifteen years of her life, and truly tried to do her best... but Alzheimer's and a life of addiction will have its way. Aliza fell into neglect and abuse in her care, and forgot her completely after she left.

The Red Butterfly - Aliza's companion, and also the lingering magic of Frisk's soul, living on in her daughter. Visible only to magical creatures.

Chara - a despicable entity, corrupted by the warping of their own soul and the evil of the Underground itself. They now appear in the form of a rotting child's corpse, sequestered to the Flower room, where their body was buried. They would do anything to possess another being and escape the Underground. Anything.

The Scarlet Moth - Chara's literal mouthpiece, ripped off when Aliza refuses to be swayed by their arguments and enabling them to follow her around the Underground, attempting to talk her into seeing the true Mercy in genocide.

The Six Souls - The six human souls still reside with Flowey, though they have suffered with the passing years. Only four yet remain: Integrity, Kindness, Patience, and Perseverance. Bravery was the first to die, fouled by Flowey's cowardice, and justice followed soon after, sickened by the injustice of his actions. Those that remain are corrupted and dying, and will not survive much longer.

The monsters

The Lesser Monsters of Snowdin

Any monsters that are quick enough to avoid the Dog Guard and clever enough to sneak past Sans’ traps run in packs, overpowering stronger monsters, or weak members of the pack, to consume as one. Hunger drains that intelligence pitifully quickly, though, and leads to their capture by far smarter and more savage monsters.

The Lesser Monsters of the Ruins

Very few monsters, and even fewer spiders, remain in the Ruins. Most have perished, or have trekked to New Home, where the most and easiest prey resides. Of those that remain, you are likely to see none while traveling through the dusty old city; they are in deep hiding, auto-cannibalizing to avoid being preyed on by other, larger and more powerful monsters.

The Lesser Monsters of Hotland

Very few monsters not of significant strength remain in Hotland. They have been hunted to almost extinction between the rule of the Amalgams, the remaining of the Guard, and Muffet’s hive. Any that yet live will not stay alive much longer.

The Lesser Monsters of New Home

New Home holds the highest quantity of monsters in the Underground, formed into gangs and packs of bloodthirsty, insane creatures bent on feeding. Most are controlled by a larger, more powerful monster, and engage in regular battles that yield a great deal of meat in the aftermath. New Home is a war zone that any sane person would not enter.

The Lesser Monsters of Waterfall

Most of the monsters within Waterfall are completely blind, left stranded in the lightless tunnels when the crystal stars stopped glowing and the fungi and Echoflowers mutated into slime and carnivorous flora. They struggle through the backed up, rotten waters of the ever growing Dead Swamp, keeping to the shadows and trying not to be heard while at the same moment seeking out prey.


When the Glitch broke over the Underground, those closest to it suffered the most. The Resort and all within it erupted into chaos, overtaking and nearly destroying Mettaton’s EX form in their madness. Catty did not survive the first wave of the Hunger, falling to a pack of starving monsters while attempting to forage through the garbage for food for herself and Bratty.

Bratty lost her mind when she found her friend being torn to pieces by the ravenous pack, and killed them all with the gun she had in their inventory with nigh military precision, saving most of Catty's nearly dead body. She sat with her comatose, vegetative friend in their alcove for months, rocking and talking to her and laughing hysterically, attempting to feed her any food she found or harvested from passing monsters, but to no avail.

Eventually, she ceased to recall anything but Catty, anything even about herself. And in the end, when her mind finally broke entirely, she skinned the cat monster, donned her fur, and, after consuming her entirely, ventured to New Home under her guise. On her journey, she adopted not just Catty's tendencies and voice, but her name as well.

She currently holds a section of the Capitol in check, manipulating and bossing around lesser monsters with sheer charisma. She wields the gun she used to save Catty and a pair of machetes. When she can’t find ammo for the firearm, she slashes into her prey/enemies with said machetes, grinning through razor-sharp fangs and Catty’s empty eyes at her target. She lost a large chunk of her tail at some point, likely chopping it off to eat herself, and instead has sewn Catty's onto the end of hers.

Despite her madness, she is incredibly clever and conniving. She can talk even the most insane monster into obeying her will.


Surprisingly, Napstablook is one of the least insane monsters in the Underground. They spend a great deal of their time alone, which they did before anyway (long before the Hunger set in, they had come to terms with their isolation); thus, their wanderings and empty, ghastly whispers to the walls of the more and more empty caves do little to their twisted mind.

In the first year following the Glitch, when Mettaton didn’t return from his resort, Napstablook abandoned their home and took up permanent residence in the Ruins, separating themselves from the painful memories of their old, empty home. There, they hunt the small, easy prey that remain and lurk in dark corners, ceaselessly mourning their lost family. Under their breath, they constantly hum the song they never finished mixing with their cousin. They keep their torn, ragged eyes and mouth closed except when hunting, phasing through walls without notice. Besides the muffled singing, no one can hear them coming.

Napstablook is impossible to kill, unless a monster consumes their soul. If engaged in a fight with Napstablook, they can be redirected in one of two ways. You can sing to them while trying to match the cadence of their own humming, which will drive them away, weeping inconsolably. You can also cheer for them, which they will recall as a positive motivator, and will regain enough of their sanity to remember a time when all they wanted was a friend. They will leave you be after that, fading into a wall with a few haunting notes of their unfinished melody.


Madjick’s tremendous magical prowess allows them to have almost full control over their appearance, and this gives them the ability to blend into their background for the purposes both of hiding and hunting. They largely trail after Mettaton, picking up after his rampages and feasts, but the monsters daring to venture into the Core are fewer and fewer of late. With the lack of prey, and inability to venture into New Home themselves, Madjick slowly started to eat themselves. It satisfies the same as it heals, a never-ending cycle of pain, consumption, and hunger.

This has driven Madjick into complete and total madness. They gnaw their own body constantly, dripping blood and tears and cackling hysterically without provocation. Mettaton is never able to track down the source of this laughter, and has destroyed many integral parts of the Core due to his frustration.


Woshua committed suicide only a few days after the monsters in the Underground started attacking and eating each other. Incapable of coping with how filthy both the monsters and the world under the mountain had become, he ran to Hotland, screaming all the way, before throwing himself into a lava pool without hesitation. The rubber duck he carried with him, surprisingly composed of unmeltable materials, remains bobbing on the surface where he perished, Woshua's only memorial.

Monster Kid

Deceased since the time of the advent of the Hunger. Many of the children of the Underground suffered their deaths at the hands of their own parents, but Monster Kid was not so fortunate. He was beset by starving Whimsun in his attempt to flee with his family to the Ruins, and was found in his last moments by Papyrus and Sans, prompting not only Papyrus' recession into insanity and the gaining of his few points of EXP, but the extinction of the remainder of the Whimsun subspecies and Monster Kid's final demise. His remains were carefully spread around the now ashen and desolate Gyftmas tree in the center of Snowdin, and it is said on the quietest of nights, you can still hear his laughter in the haunted streets of the empty village.


Moldbyggs, in all terms of honesty, have not changed much. Compared to the many other creatures, who have become warped, twisted horrors, some near unrecognizable in their transformation, Moldbyggs are still relatively the same. They still retain their gelatinous shape, a wriggling, jiggling mass of lime green goo, which have simply done what they have always done, eat and survive.

A predator even before the The Hunger, Moldbyggs were comparable to a cat in their diets, subsisting off of small rodents and insects. So when The Glitch occurred, all that Moldbyggs had to do was shift their attention towards larger prey. They are brainless creatures, completely subservient to their eternal Hunger. Their bodies of acidic, gelatinous goo stifle small physical attacks from damaging their souls - unfortunately for Temmies, whose attack strategy is limited to weak physical damage in overwhelming numbers. Temmies wander the caverns of Waterfall in an eternal patrol, overwhelming and devouring and repopulating at an alarming rate. Moldbygg, their only natural predators, are the only thing keeping the population from surging out of control.

Moldbygg traps are easy to miss, as the monster flattens and expands its body and lies in wait just below the surface of the water. The only tell of a Moldbygg trap in an area is by the pulse of a soul at the center of the trap, deliberately exposed to draw in prey like bait. Pancaked out like this, their bodies are extra sensitive and will snap up like a bear trap when anything touches them. The slime monster will attempt to digest anything without hesitation, living or not. Travelers beware.


Gerson retreated into his Crabapple garden the moment he felt the change in the universe, and died of a broken heart when news of Toriel's death reached him. His dust lies around his abandoned shell, explorer’s hat, and an old battle axe.


Glyde, as a hidden monster, not fully part of the world, has suffered minimal damages from the effects of the Hunger, one of the least insane of the monsters left in the Underground. They have no natural predators, as they can slip in and out of the Void at will and few are aware of their existence at all, and has no interest in either helping or hindering the populous of the Underground. So long as they have their own company, Glyde is content.

Their form has begun to deteriorate from their occasional peeking into the Underground, parts of their wings and tail crumbling into stardust; dust trickles from their empty eyes and the clouded, shriveled optic in their tail, streaking their wide, blackened smile. They have convinced themselves they look better this way.

So Sorry

As he is a hidden monster, So Sorry is a convoluted monster. He’s difficult to find, only existing under certain conditions, and by definition is a creature of the Void, similar to Glyde and Gaster. He isn’t exempt from the Hunger, though, returning to the Underground to check on his art club far too often, and summoning him at this point is suicide. Anyone foolish enough to summon him into existence, hopeful of the easy prey he once was, had best make their last wishes, as he is starving and insatiable.

There are no more apologies, drawings, or hats from this beast. All he knows is the need to feed.

Bonnie/The Snowdin Shopkeeper

Bonnie, once the owner of the only shop in Snowdin, and her family set upon each other with fevered Hunger, after attempting to lock themselves inside their inn to keep safe. Any that escaped the slaughter never made it past Sans.

The Mercinaries

Some of the first monsters to fall, trapped in the Core as they were; they were overwhelmed by the sheer amount of enemies, targeted for the strength of their souls, and died within days. Only one survived, and only through extreme cleverness and guile.


The others had become beasts, craven for violence and blood. They were crude, simple creatures who had forgotten all sense of self, their ambitions and their relationships. It all fell to the wayside for the Hunger.

Ragel was different, though. At least, he thinks so. He is kind. Where the others had become creatures of nightmares, he invites them to sleep, providing them with an enchanted world of dreams, far from the Hunger. Far from pain. Far from fury. Far from lies. These dreamers in his maze would know only bliss for the rest of their days, secluded from the tortured world around them and never knowing the strife and pain of reality again.

Ragel has completely taken over what remains of Temmie Village, the mushroom marsh, and several important tunnels along the edge of the Echoflower Swamp, now termed the Dead Swamp. His spores allowed the growth of psychedelic fungi there, enabling him to trap passing monsters and slowly feed from them over time.

The Dog Guard

The Snowdin Canine Unit, matchless warriors in their prime, had their paws in devastating the population of Snowdin before turning on each other in the rabid search for food. As a result, of all the members of the Dog Guard, only three remain.

Annoying Dog

God has abandoned this world. Annoying Dog hasn’t been seen since the Glitch ripped open the fabric of the world. It is suspected that he was consumed, went into deep hiding, or left the world entirely.


Alphys retreated to the Lab, once Undyne secluded herself in Waterfall and refused to see her, afraid of what the Hunger was making her into, and attempted to find a way to force a Reset on the world, to take it back before the Glitch. The days grew too long and dark for her, though, the impossible task of finding more Determination than Flowey now possessed pushing her further and further into paranoia and depression, and before the Hunger truly set in for her, she released the Amalgams from the True Lab and allowed them to devour her, blaming herself entirely for Flowey’s rise to power and existence in the first place.

This was what Undyne found, when she managed to drag herself from the early slime of the Dead Swamp, her partner’s body being feasted on by festering, starving beasts, and managed to rescue her lab coat from the Amalgams before fleeing back to Waterfall.


Toriel was the first victim of Flowey’s rampage, murdered with extreme prejudice while on the way to the kitchen to have some tea. Her soul was used by Sans to eject Frisk from the Underground, and her dust was left abandoned where she fell.


The former king of monsters, Asgore was killed by Flowey when Frisk was a child, in Flowey's first attempt to steal the souls.


Undyne is a wreckage of her former self. She is almost completely blind (like most of the remaining monsters in Waterfall), and relies heavily on an ungodly sense of hearing and smell through a vomeronasal system. She can see colorful blobs with her right eye, but no more.

Little remains of the Royal Guard Captain besides the battered and beat up armor she barely keeps bound to her scarred limbs.

The only fraction of her sanity left comes out when she visits Papyrus on the edge of Waterfall.

Undyne never had a head for puzzles, but The Hunger has made her an exceptionally patient predator; she will lie in wait to ambush any prey that wanders into her territory, sometimes for days. She is deceptively quick, but her armor makes such a ruckus that stalking is extremely inefficient. She’ll only give chase if she’s certain she can capture her prey.

Because she sports several rows of jagged teeth, she has a problem with drooling, and she cannot speak very well (not that she needs to, she just screams at everything anyways). Her skin is covered in a thin film of toxic mucus; anyone that touches her will be horribly poisoned, with the exception of monsters that don’t have skin.

Undyne is an apex predator, and a force to be reckoned with. However, for all her strengths, her one drawback is her desperate need to remain hydrated. Because of this, Undyne cannot venture far from Waterfall without the threat of literally shriveling up.

Her ‘spear’ is just a really, really sharp mace at this point. She’s welded on so many razors, broken blades, and even stuck-on bits of broken glass that it’s horribly balanced, but her Hunger-addled mind no longer grasps this fact, only capable of understanding its lethality. She keeps a strip of Alphys’s lab coat tied around its shaft, the only thing that was left of her girlfriend that she had managed to retrieve before the Amalgamates ran her out of the lab.

She remembers little of the past but the Hunger, Papyrus and Sans, and the scrap of her love’s coat. She regularly meets with Papyrus for playdates, romping and chasing each other and "training" in the first room of Waterfall, the closest she and he ever come to normalcy.


Sans, even demented and twisted almost beyond recognition, still has a way about him.

He was once renowned across the Underground as a friendly, chatty fellow, making friends everywhere he went. He had a charm in his voice, the twinkle of his gaze, and there was never a monster that did not feel welcome in his presence, even with his occasional, good-hearted pranks.

His welcomes these days were less anticipated.

While puzzles were notoriously Papyrus’ game, Sans has taken them up himself, of late. His traps were the kind you never want to encounter, because there was no way out of them, and far worse than killing you… They kept you alive. They drew out your last measure of despair, while you waited to be found by its creator.

And when he did find you, his smile was no longer one of friendliness and mischief. The Hunger lived in his devious, delirious grin, and it was sure to be the last thing you saw in this world.

Besides that damn axe, of course.

Yes, Sans had his good sides, even in the world that had stolen his mind and his wife. His pranks and jokes were cruel and murderous, now, designed to create fear in the souls of other, lesser monsters as they fled the hooded specter, the hunting, hungering best, but there were times, when the gold of merciless, mutated justice fled his gaze, and left behind the softer, more fleeting light of his patience. That side was meant only for his brother and beloved, precious daughter, for the memory of his departed bride. They received the best of him, all that remained of his kindness and the good in his diseased, scarred soul.

None but his family would ever see this side. The rest of the Underground is the fuel to prolong the lives of his loved ones, blood for his hands and meat for the bite of his razor-sharp blade, and when outside the influence of his family…

There is nothing left of Sans the skeleton but his renowned grin, and the echoing, hellacious cackle of the Hunger from deep within.

Within Sans’ shattered skull glows the evidence of his madness, his separated mind; his magic has divided, Justice and Patience two separate entities in his psyche, and are shown, together or separate, in his varying moods. Undyne broke his skull when she found out he helped Frisk escape to the barrier.

Before the Glitch and the Hunger, he was married to Frisk, and had managed to conceive a child with her before forcing her to leave the war-torn Underground. Her loss affected him more than even the Hunger, and cracked his soul so deeply that any further damage would instantly kill him.


Papyrus lives in a reality of his own making, a dementia so consuming that he is no longer aware of the real world.

He is childish, as his fantasy world is one where everything is right and the Underground is still well. He does the same thing every day under Sans’ supervision, building puzzles, making spaghetti, watching reruns of Mettaton’s old shows and reading the same books, over and over and over.

To be removed from his schedule, and his comfort, disturbs him greatly; his regressions can be incredibly violent, damaging to himself and others, and at times must be restrained in his bed to keep from harming himself in his rages. Sans keeps him close to home constantly for this reason, and has to watch over him every moment of the day so Papyrus doesn’t end up being targeted by a foolish, hungry monster, or harms himself without realizing.

The only change he is aware of, even in his childish delusion, is the damage to Sans’ face, and he often makes up far-fetched stories to explain the gaping hole away. When Aliza falls, he incorporates her into his fantasy, recalling a long-ago time when Frisk was a child her age and latching onto it. He does not recognize that she is not his best friend, but in fact his niece.

However, on occasion, the real Papyrus peeks into the devastated world of the Underground before diving back down under mad delusion.

Curled within his rib cage is his extensively long spine, capable of extending several feet and lined with viciously sharp spikes.


Aaron fell prey to the Temmie infestation very quickly in the Hunger, severely underestimating the sheer mass of the horde and assuming they would be easy targets for meat.

As the Temmies were still semi-sane back then, the philosophy of "muscles r... NOT CUTE" was still around. Because of this, they threw him, live and screaming, into Shyren's pool, in hopes that she would devour the rest of him. She did not, though, recalling his kindness and encouragement to her, and Aaron's now empty carapace is the only thing that can be considered an audience to her since the Hunger, trapped in her nets and ever watching and listening. The fact that he's dead, his dust floating, suspended, in her pool, matters none to her.

He's the only form of company she has.

The Amalgams


Endogeny has become a relentless tracker, braying constantly once it has discovered the scent of a monster nearby. Its form is largely unaffected; it remains a convulsing, foaming mass of dog monsters lost to time and space. The liquid it excretes has become a deadly, acidic contaminant that can eat through steel, and its dedication to the chase is unending. You cannot throw off Endogeny’s pursuit unless it is eating, or if anime is playing on one of the lab monitors.

Lemon Bread

The defacto leader of the amalgamates, and the most powerful of them all. She has unnatural power over the magicks of other beings, though she has to be very close to use it. She moves extremely slowly until within attacking distance. She has only become more terrifying with very few malformations, namely the further melting of her form. She now drips whitish ooze continuously, draped with strings of gooey, lemon-scented slime. Occasionally, another new face forms within her body, strangely resembling the late Doctor Alphys. She screams unnaturally when within striking distance of prey. Otherwise, she moves almost completely silently. The only monster known to have escaped her tremendous, deadly jaws is the leader of what remains of the Royal Guard, though not without terrible injury.


The trio of amalgams act as a team to confuse, trap, and consume their prey. Their radioactive composition and ability to glitch through the time-space continuum aid them in this, disturbing and outmaneuvering any monster unlucky enough to encounter them. They can merge together to become a larger, more solid and consistent being, used most often to consume their caught meal. They have been heard screaming in glitched, uneven patterns, and occasionally in Doctor Alphys’ voice, usually if outsmarted by prey.

Reaper Bird

It very rarely leaves the Lab, as its form has suffered the most from the effects of the Hunger. It seems to have been fragmented across hundreds and possibly thousands of planes of existence, as it is incapable of existing fully at only one point in time unless completely focused on something, such as eating. Once it has cornered prey, it will then take on a form so horrific and twisted that even the other amalgams cannot stand to be around it; a terror of broken limbs, fractured fangs, and headless corpses devouring the wretch it has cornered. The most consistent of its appearances in this plane is a large mass of white butterflies, or a single floating eye with gnashing jaws as its iris. It speaks in half-formed stutters, moaning the name Undyne, “I’m sorry”, and “Save me” when searching for food.

Snowdrake's Mother

She did not survive her time confined to the labs. Without interaction from her son and husband, she succumbed to oblivion and receded into the mass of other monsters she was composed of, never to be seen again. All that is left of her is a sea of churning faces and fragmented voices, all crying out in agony and wretched distress. They roll across the ground in an undulating mass, seeking out the warmth of living creatures to consume. Items from those they have eaten remain within their mass, namely being clothes, jewelry, and personal affects. A pair of glasses and a ripped lab coat surface on occasion.

Nice Cream Guy

The Nice Cream Rabbit made bank in the early days of the Hunger, seeing an opportunity to cash in on the starvation of the monsters by selling large slabs of fresh meat to the beasts the monsters had become. However, he soon became prey himself when money ceased to have value to monster-kind. He currently resides on a hill outside Snowdin, chained to his wrecked Nice Cream cart and mutilated beyond repair to prevent escape. To ensure this, his arms and legs have been chopped off and the stumps cauterized to prevent regrowth. He is even further secured to his cart by what remains of his umbrella, which is skewered through his torso.

Every day, the smaller monsters of the forest descend upon him to devour his flesh and suck the marrow from his bones. His screams carry through the entire forest, sending chills through everyone that hears them, including the more insane monsters. When he is nothing more than a lump of gnawed flesh and broken bone, he is fed his own entrails by the one responsible for his state and forced to painfully heal, readying him for the next day’s feast.


Burgerpants currently holds sway in a section of New Home, a cruel and maniacal manipulator of those lesser than him. After his escape from the Resort, and his near murder of Mettaton, he initially secluded himself in his home and scratched almost all of his face off in his growing madness and despair, baring bone and muscle and tearing away his eyelids completely. His appearance now far more sinister and terrifying, he emerged, starving and insane, to a city ruled by marauding lesser monsters, hunting for boss souls and easy prey.

As a common monster, he was not targeted, and instead cordoned off his neighborhood in quiet times, trapping his prey/cattle in a makeshift pen of blocked off alleys and high walls to secure not just a source of food for himself, but a gaggle of willing and easily swayed monsters to bring in more “members” for him to “protect”. He feeds them, keeps them as nearly mindless slaves, and prowls the destroyed streets with them in tow, where they not only protect him, but pursue prey for him. He barely has to lift a claw for himself, but the monsters under his care are either too far gone to notice, or just don’t care. In the addled minds of the Hungry masses, he'd become as a king to them - like a god. They built statues in his image, crude structures made of flimsy, flammable boards and re-purposed pipes and rebar from the surrounding ruins.

Burgerpants has dubbed himself the Eye, citing his never closing, bloodshot eyes, but merely goes by Master to his pets. His face is a mass of yellowed bone, pus, scars, and patches of fur, his body covered in scars from his own claws, and he wears parts of the armor of a fallen guard as representations of his rank among his underlings. His power is like a drug, and thanks to his Village, he is almost never in fear for his own life. He lives in relative comfort, completely immune to the bloodshed and carnage of the rest of the Capital.


All that remains of Onion-San are the blistered, infection-weeping tentacles that sweep the walkways of the deepest swamps, searching blindly for wandering prey. If he finds anything living, the creature is dragged into the depths to feed his monstrous hunger. A head or face has never been spotted above the fetid waters. Either he is too ashamed of his appearance to show himself, or is simply no longer able to breathe air.


Muffet has become queen over her demented kingdom of lava pits and webs, scattered bones and diseased, twisted machines. Her precious pet has long since been consumed by her and her family, and it’s cracked, empty carapace is now a home for the swarms of mutated arachnids. While the Amalgams, unable to be contained by the Lab, rule one half of Hotland, Muffet holds sway over the other half, uncontested and reigning supreme.

She has become the mind behind the hive, the speaker and controller of those smaller than her. When her lovelies cannot find food to feed her monstrous appetite, as her body has grown to enormous size and she is nearly incapable of moving on her own at this point, they sacrifice themselves to her unending Hunger.

Her victims are brought to her alive, screaming and horrified by the sight of the wreckage of the former beauty. They are then subjected to a poison of a dreadful sort. One that deludes them into thinking they are safe, whole, and in their most fantastical memory. This relaxes Muffet’s prey, which enables her and her dear sisters to feed without too much trouble.

Any monster foolish enough to harm one of the smaller spiders isn’t given the toxin, though. They are instead consumed with extreme prejudice, given every ounce of pain they so justly deserve.


Mettaton is a shattered husk of himself, his own machinery integrating with his soul inseparably and stealing all but the dregs of his mind and memory. He was trapped inside his Resort when the killing started. Burgerpants had always hated Mettaton with a passion after having his dreams crushed, and the moment he had the opportunity, the Resort in chaos with the violence and confusion of the early Hunger, he flipped Mettaton’s switch and shoved him into a mob of rioting monsters before fleeing to the capital. As a result, the former star was nearly destroyed by the mob of crazed monsters trapped inside with him. He only survived by fusing his cracking soul with his mechanical body, and has forgotten all that he was before he became the famed robot star. The Hunger has stripped him of all aspects of mercy, and he stalks the halls of the Core and his destroyed shrine of his beauty, haunting the corridors with loud, staticky regurgitations of his television show interspersed with insane laughter, weather reports, and old interviews/conversations.

Despite all this, he remembers what Burgerpants did to him, and would, given the opportunity, happily enact vengeance.

He is relatively harmless in his square form, only utilizing it to move, but once he has cornered prey, his back unfolds, revealing his ravaged, nearly destroyed EX form, little more than dismembered, sparking limbs held together with what remains of his magic. His EX form is deadly, strong beyond compare and, even in its state, nearly indestructible; he is merciless, and always hungry, and any monster that he catches is as good as dead, subjected to his television commentary as they are consumed alive.

Mettaton has many of the same foibles as he did before the Hunger. He is weak to praise, fashion, and daring posing, but these do not distract him from his starvation long. The best way to escape him, if you have the misfortune to find yourself in his presence, is to sing him Napstablook’s song. He will malfunction terribly, his machinery denying the memory but his soul crying out for his lost family, and he will retreat to regroup and attempt to calm his irritation. You had better run fast and hide well, though, because he will come back with a vengeance, and will not be able to be redirected again.

It is unknown whether or not his NEO form remains functional. Whether that's due to him not remembering how to activate it, or no one being able to escape him once he does, remains to be seen.


None dare attack the Riverperson. They are an entity whose existence is beyond comprehension, with more than just meat beneath their robes.  

They row their rotting boat up and down the river continuously, searching for "passengers" (anyone they spot), and flow from their ship the moment they find a likely passenger. The cloaked figure sweeps over the unfortunate in utter silence, unless the creature can offer them something in exchange for a ride down the river (their price varies from day to day, depending on the temperature of the air, the number of rocks in viewing distance, and their own mood, and could cost anything from five gold pieces to the being's soul), their robes billowing and swallowing their prey whole, and leave nothing behind in their wake.

The Riverperson then continues on down the ceaseless river, trilling their rowing song and searching for more passengers.

The boat itself is not a monster or a wholly sentient being itself, but is heavily enchanted by the Riverperson’s magic. Before the Hunger, the River Person once gave the boat a face and legs as a way of entertaining passengers on particularly long rides, especially as a novelty for children. Now, the face is present only to intimidate, taking the form of a snarling dog-like visage, its eye glowing brighter when souls other than the Riverperson’s are nearby.


An oddity even in the diseased world ruled by the Hunger, Jerry wanders the thin strip of land between the forests and town of Snowdin in search of food he can easily steal from stronger monsters. He is constantly bemoaning his fate and complaining about both his lack of a phone and the state of the scraps he can scavenge from the kills of others. He never hunts for himself, and is never hunted either. Not only is his magic unpalatable, but his very presence is unsavory to the point where other monsters would rather starve to death than be around him. As a result, monsters tend to avoid him if they can.

☝︎♋︎⬧︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎ (Gaster)

As a denizen of the Void, Gaster is absolutely disconnected in every way from the Underground. As a result, he is completely untouched by the madness of the Hunger. His sons are as healthy and happy as they are because of his efforts in keeping them alive.

He couldn’t reach Frisk to save her, which is a flaw that he blames himself for every day. He had no power on the surface world to spare Aliza her lonely childhood or her struggles, but he helps all he can when Aliza reaches the Underground, as a creature unable to directly affect living beings.

He scares away the worst monsters. He keeps Flowey at bay as long as he can. He nudges her in the right direction, and whispers encouragement in her lowest times.


Shyren retains little of her former shy and meek self. She has become a conscienceless predator, drawing prey into her pool with her singing and posturing while she lounges on a fallen stalactite in the middle. Once a monster steps into the water of her pool, however, they find themselves entangled in a net woven with rusty fishhooks, barbed wire, and snare traps; the more they struggle, the more they trap themselves, until the net drags them below the surface, Shyren’s preferred feeding ground.

She consumes them slowly there, singing them into their darkest slumber.


Grillby is long dead. The Hunger got to him shortly after leaving the village, in an attempt to weather the upheaval of Flowey's attack on the capital with his remaining family. After killing and eating his own daughter in a fit of momentary madness, he regained enough of his sanity to become aware of his deed. Bereft with guilt and sorrow, he threw himself into the waters of the Dead Swamp, killing himself almost instantly.

Ice wolf

Ice Wolf was alive for several years of the Hunger, only perishing in an accident. In said accident, he was crushed by the automated ice machine the late Dr. Alphys invented while hunting his mate. He was a prime, high-level predator of the Snowdin woods, often hunting with the Dog Guard to take down larger prey, or competing with them for smaller. He hunted the grounds around the river, and he was intelligent enough to hide when the Riverperson came by and quick enough to run when Sans came out looking for prey.


Gyftrot’s insanity is one of manipulative, obsessive hatred, a puppet-master of radical influence on those less intelligent than he. He has watched those that tortured and wronged him for century upon century, letting anger and loathing poison his soul. Once the Hunger took its toll on him, it only exacerbated that fury into a white-hot inferno of retribution and vengeance.

His body has become a mass of unnatural, polymorphic limbs and orifices, allowing him to not only speak from several different mouths at once and see in all directions, but to climb the trees of the forest in spider-like fashion. He plots from their branches, largely untouchable from his perches. He descends on prey he has stalked in near silence, yet he draws out their death to the last possible, delicious scream. And he loves it.

Gyftrot prefers to create elaborate, long-term plans to ensnare as many monsters as possible at once and gorge on them in excess despite his consuming, never-ending hunger, bathing in their blood and relishing their tortured cries for mercy. He is responsible for Nice Cream Guy’s state, manufactured as a ploy to capture a marauding group of teenage monsters that once strung his body with Christmas decorations. This has caused the demise of an unfathomable amount of monsters from the Snowdin area of the Underground.

Mad Dummy

The anxious, easily aggravated ghost monster has sealed himself permanently in his physical host, terrified of the possible consequences of leaving. He escaped most of the violence of the fighting following the Glitch, isolated in the Dump as he was before. He chose to never leave the place, suffering only minor damages to his form. Through the years, he was constantly soaked through with garbage, water, and dust that washes down the river and into the Dump from the Dead Swamp. As a result, he has become an abominable horror of fungi and corrupted magic, bloated and leaking ashen stuffing wherever he treads.

The sludge of the Hunger drips constantly from the sharpened teeth that line his gaping middle, and pieces of trash have fused with his canvas skin, giving him almost flawless camouflage. He hunts with absolute prejudice, only running from Undyne and Sans, when they choose to visit the Dump.


The Temmies are a horde of ravening, senseless demons, completely blind from the pressing dark and roiling in a massive wave through the fetid waters and mud banks of the Dead Swamp. Any prey they find is rolled over and consumed as though by a swarm of piranha, not even stopping as they writhe further into the muck and grime.

Bob lives among his Temmie brethren, the most intelligent of the screaming, slavering beasts. He seems to direct them in their pillaging.

Alternate variations (Not canon to the main AU)

Potential for some to be separated into their own pages.

AxeFell ( a sad, sad, AU of UnderTale.)

This Underground is even emptier than AxeTale’s. Blood and dust stain the walls and trees and ground permanently. The corpses of headless monsters litter the Ruins and the forests of Snowdin and hang from posts like grotesque scarecrows, eaten down to the bone. A fell wind, tinged with fear and iron, blows through the empty caverns, and through the land of winter and death walks the Executioner, the Head Collector, a mad skeleton monster wielding an axe so large it looks impossible to lift, its haft a strangely long and spiked spine.

The monster is out of his mind, and behaves much like a dog, sniffing at the wind and watching the scenery attentively as he walks. Attached to his chest is a broken, dirty baby doll in a baby carrier, and glowing in his shattered skull floats a fluttering crimson orb, always watchful and flickering and cruel.

If you are fortunate, he will not find you, though his sense of smell is incredible. If he does not find you and believes himself alone and without a foe, he will lift a small personage down from a basket slung across his back. She appears to be human, is dressed in frills and bows and treated with immense care, and calls the beast “daddy”. She is the cleanest, purest thing left in the Underground, and the skeletal monster would do anything to protect her. Aliza fell into this Underground as a ten-year-old, a runaway from her grandmother’s "care". She followed the path of a scarlet butterfly, led to the mountain with whispered promises of happiness and a family she had never known, and found her last remaining family there, bringing light and hope to Sans the skeleton that he had begun, even in his madness, to believe was completely lost.

The Monsters

Many of the monsters in AxeFell have perished. Of the 12,000 that used to exist, only 100 remain. Flowey rules over the capitol, glutted on prey and high on power and madness. Napstablook haunts the Ruins yet, as untouched by the Hunger as he is in AxeTale. Sans remains alone in Snowdin, clinging to the sanity that his "wife" (a mannequin wearing a wig) and "child" (a broken porcelain doll he found in the dump, along with the mannequin) give him. The Riverperson rows the swift, dust-choked river, Onion-san hunts the swamps of Waterfall, and a few scattered Temmies bleat for food, alone and lost in the darkness. The Amalgams patrol Hotlands, Mettaton patrols the Core, while the remaining of the lesser monsters hide as best they can, hoping not to fall prey to the few, extremely powerful greater monsters. Gaster watches over this Underground reluctantly, cynical and unable to interfere. All others have fallen, meat for the Hunger of those that remain.

For the first time in a long while, true starvation, unlike the false and mentally-induced one of the Glitch, may very well be a problem. Once this sets in, the underground may very well go empty, and monster kind will be sentenced to the electric chair.


Flowey was a gentle spirit, hurt by the savageness of the monsters in Underfell and forced into silence by fear. He had no resets to save his friend, who he thought may have been coerced into staying, forced into marriage with one of his greatest enemies. He had the best of intentions when he took the souls. He intended to free Frisk, with his regained power over time. Unfortunately… the Glitch didn’t care what he wanted. He was finally powerful enough to revenge himself on the monsters that had tortured, beaten and forgotten him. He wasn’t going to give that power up. And then… when he began to realize that the taste of ash in his mouth wasn’t dust, but guilt, it was too late.

The Hunger had already taken him, and there was no going back.

It took his mind and his desires and twisted him into a demon of hunger and crazed, power-hungry menace. The monsters of this Underground were cruel to him when he was powerless to do anything more than run. Now he has the power to hit back. And so he does.

Intent can be honorable. But the Hunger consumes all.


The Floweys act like mimics, flowers that smell so good that they draw in prey close only to swarm out of the ground to consume the unfortunate beast. Aaron sits upon his pedestal posing and flexing seductively as another monster falls into his traps. Alphys stalks Hotland with single-minded fervor, dragging her axe behind her and wearing a scrap of Undyne’s lab coat as a headband.

Dogamy has lost his mind, howling for his lost mate. Ice Wolf consumes all in his path. Nice Cream Guy rules the forest with iron will. Lesser Dog creates grotesque works of art from his unfortunate victims, totems and warnings to those that encroach on his land.

Napstaton’s song haunts Waterfall, ringing through the halls in disturbing, repetitive, glitching insanity. Hapstablook haunts the Ruins, tragically alone and forever in mourning. Temmie, an giant, bloated, horrifying creature she has become, strikes from the shadows, whispering to herself and cackling endlessly.

Sans, lost to his dementia and obsession with his lost past, makes his traps and worships his lost bride. Papyrus, trying to take care of Sans, Aliza, and himself the best he can while mourning his own deceased lover, smiles no more. Aliza, resentful of her crazed father and apathetic uncle, too young to understand the kind of loss they both have suffered, wonders why she came at all.

If Monster Kid Lived (AxeTale)

Once the Hunger started, Monster Kid’s parents almost immediately started to feel the effects. With the little sanity they had left, they forced Monster Kid and his sister to lock themselves in their bedroom, and to only come out once everything was quiet. Two days passed, and they could hear the screeches of their parents finally die down. Once it was gone completely, the came out, finding their parents dead, with their mangled bodies in the center of the living room. After weeks of feeding off their parents and hiding inside, they ran out of food and grew hungrier and hungrier. Soon, Monster Kid was consumed by the Hunger, and turned on his sister, devouring her almost whole. This ate up the last of his sanity. He painstakingly stitched the last thing that was left of his sister, which is her arm, to his armless body. The arm doesn’t do anything. It is stuck in the same position and just dangles loosely from his scales. The reason of why he did this is unknown, though it’s best to just chalk it down as insanity.

Monster Kid now stalks upper Snowdin and in the wood lines around the area. His tail spikes grew sharp and long and now serve as his weapon of choice. Once he has his sights on a victim, he emits a loud, screeching roar and darts forward, swinging his tail and impaling his prey on his tail. He would sometimes leave them there, squirming until they bleed out.

Those were the lucky ones.

If Asgore Lived (AxeTale)

If Asgore survived the assaults of Frisk and Flowey, he would become absolutely nihilistic if he survived to see the Hunger and its maddening gaze unfold into the underground and upon his people.

When the Hunger broke out, he locked himself in his palace, listening day in and day out to the demanding clamor of the mobs at his door give way to panicked screams as they turned on one another, the destruction of the capital, and eventually, the eerie silence pierced only by the occasional tortured screams. All the while, he’s utterly lost the will to live. To do anything at all. He merely sits on his lonely throne, and he has withered away into a barely living husk. He’s completely hollow, with nothing left of the monster he used to be. Not even the glimmer of intelligence in his tired, white eyes. Only sorrow and regret. Sorrow for his people, and regret for the fact that he did nothing about it. He’s too weak to be of any significant threat, as he had gone years without feeding upon anything or anyone. His soul has almost broken apart completely, only held together by the cruelty of fate’s design....Error:FANDOM.exe has not found