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puddle-of-creativity · 1 month

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No Art today. Instead I presented to you:

A barista is way more scary than Dream believed

Dream get's a reality check and Nightmare has some fun

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When Dream walked into this little cafe in a relatively unknown AU that day, he certainly didn't expect to find his brother and his entire gang inside. They sat in one of the corner booths and took their food and drinks as if they were regular customers! His brother didn't even do anything about the three cats, all looking like a Swap variant, that were climbing all over him!

What the hell was going on here?!

"Can I help you?" asked the skeleton standing behind the counter. Was this the sans of this end? Why was he so calm? Every Sans should be aware of the danger because of his brother!

"Um... A coffee with lots of milk and sugar, please." Dream hoped that his panic didn't show, at least on the outside. Because a quick look at Nightmare showed that his brother had already noticed his panic.

But after the Sans Dreams took the order, the positive guardian quickly settled into one of the cubicles that was close to that of his brother and his gang. He had to keep an eye on them and make sure they didn't start a riot here.

However, no matter how long Dream watched the five, they didn't act suspiciously. In fact, everyone seemed very relaxed, which Dream hadn't expected in a place like this. Dream figured his brother would only show that special smile in an environment where he felt safe. At least that's how it was back then, before the incident. Just what made his brother so relaxed in such an environment?

Dream pondered this for a long time while continuing his observation. Although he had to reorder in between, it was a problem for future Dream to deal with the caffeine high.

But nothing really changed in all that time. Dream was fully prepared to just write it off as his brother's quirk and leave when two of the guests started a riot. It was an older pair of monsters, both bird monsters. They complained loudly about his brother's gang as they moved their dishes to their designated place. And in a coincidence that wasn't a coincidence, one of the monsters spilled the remains of his drink, which looked like cocoa, all over Dust's clothes. However, as if by coincidence, the sound was spared. Dream didn't want to imagine the magnitude that would have been had the sound been tainted.

Dream expected his brother or one of his teammates to make a fuss about it, but instead Cross and Horror Dust helped wipe up the liquid with napkins as best they could while Killer picked up the broken pieces and gave them to Nightmare, who packed them up safely . It confused Dream. Shouldn't his brother be angry that their time was so disrupted? Or one of the others? So why did they remain so calm?

The answer was one that Dream really least expected. The sans of that out walked towards the two bird monsters, smiles akin to Nightmare's when someone pissed him off. Blue would probably call it passive aggressive. But the Sans spoke to the two monsters in a low tone, too low for the Dream to understand. But no matter what was said, the two monsters paled and fled the cafe as quickly as possible, leaving Sans with a satisfied smile. Watch Dream as the Sans then took the shards from Nightmare. He would have thought that was the end of it and the sans would get back to work. Instead, the Sans exchanged a quick kiss with everyone in his brother's gang before Nightmare got one too. Only then did the sans turn around and with him all the others who had observed this spectacle.

And when Dream noticed the waves of fear emanating from some of the patrons, he finally understood why his brother was so relaxed in a cafe like this. It wasn't because it seemed to have an intimate relationship with the sans here, but because the sans of this AU is of the silent rage type and you never know when you're on the receiving end until it's too late.

Dream left the cafe with a tidy tip. He was glad his brother had someone he trusted enough to lower his own guard to. Dream will be in discussion with Ink about officially neutralizing this AU. Because he doesn't want to take away this small piece of peace in the multiverse from his brother.

#undertale #undertale au #sans au #undertale multiverse #umtv #dream sans #dream #nightmare #nightmare sans #ccino sans #ccino #fluffytale sans #bad sans gang #bad sanses #fluffymare #bad sans poly #bad sans poly + ccino #sans

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the-enby-bird · 11 months

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i dont,,,, especially like this. but. yknow. gonna post it anyways, cause its still a piece of art i made with my own two gay little hands and i see no cause not to revel in that fact

leviathantale by @skumhuu

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paintedkinzy-88 · 7 months

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Dream, lets the poly into his favorite blankets and pillows, daresay drags them into it and tucks his softest blankets into their own beds.

Dream, lives more at the castle than anywhere else nowadays

Dream, loves the cozy little movie and cuddle nights

Dream, loving the fact this is the closest he's been to his brother in centuries.

Dream, gets to see the most vulnerable sides of extremely private and traumatized monsters.

Also dream, Wowie I sure do like having friends. My brother has great friends. The magic of friendship is beautiful! What's an anniversary gift for? Wow such great pals!

(Blue screaming into one of Dream's pillows as Error groans and Ink laughs.)

Chsjfbjwbfjsbdj SOBBING

Man’s practically going on dates with these skeletons, of his own initiation and otherwise, and just thinks “:D what a great day, they are so kind to hang out with me and give me things and put up with my needy snuggles—“

#to be fair #Dream has very close relationships with his close friends #and probably has very skewed views on positive emotions when aimed at HIMSELF #But also c’mon man—#asks #undertale #undertale multiverse #dragon balance au #dream sans #dream!sans #BSP #bad sans poly #bad sans poly + dream #nightmare's gang

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ecoamerica · 30 days

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glamoureddreamer · 1 month

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Idea 3

Cross, Dream and Nightmare, hurt/comfort

I’m not really sure these are ideas anymore lmao, regardless enjoy :)

Cross sat alone at a bar, one he had completely forgotten the name of. His vision was doubled and if he moved at all it felt like he could barely see. Cross was sure he was swaying in his chair but he didn’t care. The drinks were making him feel nice, that was the goal.

Unknowingly to him, practically no one was at the bar anymore. Even the most heavy of drinkers knew they should get home at a reasonable hour. He didn’t have anywhere else to go.

Two figures walk into the bar, both looking so similar yet so different. They stand for a second looking around before they spot Cross at the bar. One of them smiles the other sighs.

“Glad we could finally find you.” A monotone voice says startling Cross from his blank stare at the bar counter. He looks up at the voice and recognizes his boss immediately, along with his brother.

“Nightmare! Dream!” He cheers with a slight hiccup.

“Man, am I glad to see you guys!” Dream smiles taking a seat at the bar. Nightmare follows suit, sitting on the other side of Cross however he does not look so happy.

“Yes. I’m sure you are-“

“Brother..be nice.” Dream interrupts him, he leans forward and grabs Cross’s hand cupping it in his own.

“Cross, are you aware of the time?” Cross stares at Dream for a moment before he looks around to find a clock. Once he finds one he looks back at Dream with a nod.

“Okay? And what didn’t think to tell anyone you’d be out this late? Didn’t think to come home?” Nightmare snaps crossing his arms. Dream pulls his hand back from Cross. Cross chuckles however even when drunk it sounded forced.

“Didn’t think anyone cared.” He picks up his shot and downs it before setting it on the table.

“What the hell are you talking about? The only reason why we are here is because we care.” Nightmare nearly growls.

“Well, you shouldn’t.” Cross forces out a laugh. He feels like if he didn’t laugh or smile he would be crying and they shouldn’t have to deal with that.

“Cross?” Dream asks sensing his pain.

“I’m a terrible person. All I do is fuck up. Make my problems everyone else’s cause I’m pathetic.. no one should love me.” They nearly get whiplash from his response, Cross was never direct about anything let alone his emotions.

“Cross…”

“I’m not stupid you know.. I see what you and the others are trying to do. Get me to join the poly but I don’t belong.. I’ll fuck up like I always do and ruin everything. You should love someone else.”

Both Dream and Nightmare take a moment to think about how to approach this. Dream is the first to speak up.

“Cross none of us think that, any of that. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit or kindness.”

“Frankly you’re just incorrect. You never fuck up missions- in fact, you seem to do so well it fixes all the fucking up Killer does. You never come to us about your issues so you have never once made your issues ours.” Cross chuckles a little.

“And you don’t belong with us? That’s because no one belongs in this group. A guardian of negativity, a guardian of positivity, a murderer with no soul, an insane brother killer, a starved beast, the only thing that ties us together is our pain.”

“And our love for each other.” Dream adds. Cross had tears dripping down his face, he covered his mouth trying not to let the sobs escape. Dream notices however and hugs him tightly.

“It’s okay to cry, no one here will hurt you for that.” Dream whispers to him.

After Cross’s drunk emotions stopped he took a deep breath and turned to Nightmare.

“Can we go home?” Nightmare gives him a small smile, chucking warmly.

“Of course Cross, let’s get you home.”

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wrongfourtytwo · 2 years

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They all got different mouth piercings. Night probably gots a moon one

I’m a Faget, I’m a baguette

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nashdoesstuff · 3 months

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really unpopular opinion but dreamcest is actually interesting in retrospect

because in my opinion the only person who can actually understand dream’s troubles is themself

nobody in the entire multiverse is ever going to feel the pain they felt or the loss they suffered unless they’d gone through something similar. even a character like ink or cross isn’t justifiable because their trauma didn’t happen at SIX FUCKING YEARS OLD

yeah, basically— jumping into what pretty much is a multiversial war at the mental age of 6 is kinda wild and saying that people are going to easily understand that is even crazier

picture this: dream just sees another them and they’re like “holy crap you understand me” and everything unfolds from there

#nash talks #i’m not saying that other dream ships are bad because of this fact because some of my otps are dreamberry and the star sans poly #but like #think about it #tw selfcest #dreamcest #tw dreamcest #selfcest #dream sans #nashdoesstuff #utmv stuffs!!#this take is really hot so i might delete this later 😬

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a-whispering-echo · 10 months

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Band Doodles

warm uo sketeches that i actually kinda love???

Im not happy with inks, it just doesnt look right, oh well

most of them are off preportion, but I spent about 5 min on each so meh,

I dont think ive posted anything with the band!stars yet? anyway, yeah , they're here <3

#undertale au #undertale #human sans aus #band!au #killer sans #horror sans #dust sans #cross sans #nightmare sans #dream sans #blue sans #ink sans #bad sans poly #star sans poly #in the fic

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howlsofbloodhounds · 1 year

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I have a HC that, in AUs where the Bad Sanses are like family or in a poly, Killer—while in Stage 2—will go out of his way to take hits for the others.

He says it’s cause he can’t feel physical pain, so it’s only logical to take the hits. (And, if it’s Bad Sans poly, he’d probably make a romantic or flirty comment too.)

But a large part of it is also one of his many self destructive attempts to feel something, even if he won’t admit that to anyone—not even himself.

(And Dust probably has to call him out because Dust would definitely be the one to do that. Dust will bully Killer for living in denial.)

(And since I HC that, while in stage 2, Killer can’t feel physical pain; I like to think people like Color, Dream, Nightmare, Horror and maybe even Dust would be willing to help him out in little ways.

Because, like, just because Killer can’t feel the pain doesn’t mean he isn’t hurt or bleeding. So I’d imagine that Horror, whenever he makes hot food and drinks for the Gang, he makes sure to blow on Killer’s to cool it down because he knows Killer won’t think to do so & would just get himself burned.

Dream maybe uses his empathy powers in some way to tell when Killer’s hurting, and it’s possible Nightmare would have an easier time telling it too. They’d both probably heal any of Killer’s major injuries.

Color would heal Killer too, since he can canonically heal people, but I also feel like—due to Killer’s trust in him—he’d probably be allowed to touch Killer & check for any injuries without risk of being stabbed.

Dust & Horror will remind Killer to eat something, since he isn’t capable of feeling the sensations of hunger. And since I like to think that Dust carries around small snacks for Horror, maybe he’d offer Killer a few from time to time.

Maybe Dust will also check the temperature of things before allowing Killer to touch it or hand it to him.

Cross is able to tell these things by the way Killer’s soul is “acting.” The target usually spins at a calm pace, spins erratically when Killer’s mad, beats like an actual human heart when Killer starts being heavily influenced by Determination.

Wobbles and warps when it slowly switches into stage 1. Sorta glitches when stage 2 feels a strong enough emotion.

It goes deadly still whenever Killer is like scared, badly injured, or just heavily dissociated. Lost in his own thoughts. Or maybe lost in a flashback.

It clenches and spasms when Killer’s body is injured and he puts some type of pressure on those injuries; reacting to a pain Killer can’t feel. Like walking on a broken leg.)

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(Bad Sans Family where the Murder Time Trio are written like adults and not overgrown children for the sake of Dadmare>>>)

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themsource · 5 months

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Circus BSP AU

Soooo...had an idea that's been on my mind a while. Decided to share it because I know I haven't updated anything in a bit and I've been so busy with Secret Santas x_x

Anyways it's a long ramble from my ideas folder, not a real written piece, but I'm placing it below a cut ^^ This idea came to me while listening to Panic! At The Disco's cover of The Greatest Show a while back. I don't know if this has been done before but meh, just wanted to post my take on a circus au with the baddies

Rating: M

TWs: Mentions of torture, Kidnapping, Enslavement, Near Drowning

Nightmare and Dream own their own opposing circus rings. Dream recruits willing participants and their shows are always about love and positivity with graceful displays of athletics like ribbon dancing and aerial silk suspension, baton twirling and contortion, even godly fast speed painting with neon glowing soul magic to show an individual's ultimate dream even if they don’t know it themselves and store it in a personalized orb to take home as a memento for personalized viewing whenever you please.

Nothing risky or seemingly life threatening/daredevil stunted.

No, that’s Nightmare’s theme.

In contrast he doesn’t recruit, he steals and binds individuals into contracts that can only be broken at his word or their untimely death should it occur. His ring has all the horrifying and thrilling shows that leave the audience anxious and on their toes, like sword swallowing/knife throwing/nail walking/fire breathing (Killer), Lions and Tigers - many dangerous animal performances (Horror), highwire/cannonball (Dust), and Motorcycle acts like the Wall of death and globe of terror (Cross).

Nets and other safety precautions are ignored, this is the highlight and draw of Nightmare’s circus alongside the ability for one of your “nightmares” to be engraved on a stone tablet using soul magic so you never have to experience them again once the show is over.

Whereas Dream gives away positivity to spread through the worlds, Nightmare collects negativity in a personal vault for his own sustenance (the stone tablets) while still supplementing what he takes with the experiences his circus gives.

This is the point of contention with the brothers. Dream doesn’t like how Nightmare still puts out negativity while also taking it away - it’s a selfish redundancy in his mind and perceived as unbalance, and Nightmare feels the same about how Dream puts out positivity with his circus but doesn’t take any away not only making his job more difficult to keep the flows even but causing him more suffering with how positive a world will be once Dream holds a performance.

The brother’s once owned a circus together but it broke apart with Nightmare’s downfall.

Everyone was eager to see Dream perform but didn’t care for Nightmare’s escape acts and often boo’d and shamed him leaving the worlds they tried to equally balance always too filled with positivity. One day Nightmare almost died attempting to perform a dangerous escape stunt that he’d concocted to try and gain the audience’s approval, and just when it seemed to be working he ran out of magic (having not slept or ate well as he should’ve the night before when he’d been practicing) and nearly drowned.

Dream was able to pull him free and save him but it took the last of their dead mother’s apples which proved too powerful and shattered Nightmare who was left horrified at what he’d become - a true reflection of ‘a demon’ as people called him, and led to him abandoning Dream to go his own way as the too much positivity started causing him pain and to go into frenzied breakdowns that he’d frequently black out through.

Since then Nightmare has not performed an escape act again and now solely plays ringleader. His innate trauma when it comes to performing is what led to him deciding to bring others into his fold to accomplish his goals, though he doesn’t let anyone know that.

He contracted Killer, Dust, Horror, and then Cross in that order. Stealing them away from their own personal hells he found them in when noticing how fearless they were in the face of horrors far worse than what he had devised, and how equally terrifying their own appearances and auras were and would contribute to the overall effect he was going for. To get them to sign, he tortured them in never ending loops of nightmares, uncaring for how it affected them until they agreed.

Killer was forced to experience going numb and filling with emotion on and off again repeatedly, the pain of switching so rapidly sending him into a spiral until he begged to be freed.

Horror was forced to watch his fellow monsters dust and suffer the insanity inducing hunger wracking his frame as if fresh over and over as his brother kept mutating before his eyes.

Dust had to watch his brother dust before his eyes repeatedly at his own hand no matter how much he fought against it, the pain of which was always too much each reset he experienced in his own world but in the nightmare without the time to breathe between each death and no goal of stopping the human in mind Dust cracked.

Cross was sent into isolation, only it was so much worse as he didn’t have the ability to communicate with himself (even trying to think to himself and hold an imaginary conversation didn’t work) and could only experience the slow crawling of time as a sharp cutting sensation across his bones.

At first the gang all understandably despise Nightmare and what he forces them to do but he’s uncaring of it. However slowly the boys begin to find actual enjoyment in their work and bonding together as they come up with new routine ideas which they loathsomely try to share with Nightmare.

Nightmare begins to feel impressed, even enthused though he doesn’t show it at their forwardness and makes recommendations for how to better execute their ideas while approving them. This causes the boys to begin feeling a sense of freedom and control they haven’t felt in years even before being stolen away but they still don’t soften to Nightmare even as Nightmare begins to soften just a bit to them at their willingness.

It isn’t until Nightmare and his trope encounter Dream and his that the boys end up feeling anything at all other than hate to the dark lord.

They witness the exchange between Dream and Nightmare, the hostility Nightmare has when he and Dream argue over who has the right to be in this world first as Dream speaks in passive aggressive words about Nightmare’s awful decision making and unbalanced influence which Nightmare scoffs at before turning the argument petty as he remarks over Dream’s soft and impassioned performances.

The second Dream comments about how his trope is a work of art while Nightmare’s is nothing more than ‘a glorified torture show’ the boy’s hackles raise - offended, not liking how Dream assumes they hate what they do (not anymore at least) which makes his trope’s performances more genuine and better since they’re willing.

The boys witness the face Dream makes of regret at Nightmare’s bitter parting (dream’s words having surprisingly irked him) but don’t say a word. Instead they sneak in that night to watch Dream’s so called ‘better performances’ and are left feeling bored, and commenting on how it’s too bright, too sparkly and how they can do so much better.

‘at least with us the crowd are actually on their feet.’ Killer huffs. ‘yeah, screaming too.’ Horror drawls. ‘I like the ribbons, not gonna lie.’ as Cross tosses back a handful of popcorn and earns amused scoffs from the others. Dust gives a rare smirk. ‘i have an idea.’

Nightmare is in his room, staring down at an old faded paper article that looks as if it might crumble into ash at the faintest breeze while he tries to ignore the pain in his chest from the positivity flooding the air. It’s a headline advertising his old act, the one that led to his transformation, when Killer walks in. Killer notices the article before Nightmare manages to fold it up and slip it into a breast pocket. It twinges something in him as he asks about it and Nightmare feeling a rare moment of openness blandly tells him of what happened.

Killer is surprised and sudden understanding clicks but Nightmare dismisses it with ‘nothing more than childish hopes and pointless memories, what is it you want killer?’

Killer smiles.

It’s the first time Nightmare has seen that expression on Killer’s face and his socket widens. He feels something precariously close to a thrill race his spine as Killer hums, ‘me and the guys were talking…”

Dream and his friends are beginning to perform the big finale when suddenly the lights go off and Killer comes on over the intercom, ‘well as much as i love that hello kitty and fluffy rainbow shit like the next guy, how about we get a real party started?’ and the lights strobe back on in a kaleidoscope of flashing colors as Nightmare’s gang appear round the top of the stage.

Killer flipping a jewel encrusted knife, Dust spinning an iron balancing rod as if it were a small plastic baton, Horror posed tall and looming with his one ear’d white lion and black tiger, and Cross on his sterling silver colored motorcycle revving the engine.

‘UH, DREAM? WHAT IS–” Before Blue can finish the boys are descending and taking the stage. Horror crowds them off with his animals as Cross races around the arena pulling shocked awes from the crowd and Killer blows fire setting the hanging ribbons up into a blaze of glory, Dust using his balancing rod to propel himself into the air and land on the lighting supports much to many surprised shouts of awe and worry.

Dream can’t help but stare silently along with Blue and Ink as the show is stolen from them and negativity begins to seep in from the shocked and concerned onlookers who can’t bring themselves to look away, even clapping as Horror narrowly dodges being attacked by his own lion to allow the beast to burst through one of Ink’s paintings.

Nightmare watches in stunned surprise, amusement, and dare he even think it…

Endearment.

When all is said and done the crowd goes home excited and raving about the unexpected twist and Dream is left fuming as he goes off about how childish and inappropriate that was. Nightmare shrugs him off as he glances over his shoulder at his smug trope and comments about how it was no decision of his own making. Sure he knew, but he didn’t tell Killer no, but Dream doesn’t need to know that.

When they go home Killer and the boys all gain a new bit of respect for their ring leader, and even a bit of fondness at how he let them do as they pleased. It’s a slow crawl from there. Each of them taking the time to get to know Nightmare a little better after also being told by Killer about his past, even asking him to join them for dinner one day where Nightmare finds enjoyment watching and listening to them go back and forth like a bunch of rowdy roommates.

Horror introduces him to the animals, and manages to calm the tiger enough to let Nightmare pet it. ‘her name’s mira.’

‘...You named her?’

‘yep, her and bosco.’

‘Is Bosco the lion?’

Horror looks oddly fond. ‘heh, no, he’s the gator. the lion is kimba, killer named him.’

Dust invites him to help him as he works on repairing and calibrating his canon, handing him tools and reciting blueprints. ‘need better bolts, these are starting to strip.’

‘I never knew you were so…hands on, Dust.’

‘cross’ fault. i saw him babying that bike of his and got tired of having nothing to do.’

‘I see.’

There’s silence, an uncertainty. ‘...i want to repaint it. i don’t like the colors.’

Nightmare considers. ‘...Alright, what colors would you like?’

Dust’s smile reminds him of Killer’s. ‘heh.’

Cross takes him for a ride and shows him just how fast his bike can go. ‘SLOW DOWN YOU HEATHEN! THIS IS NOT A SHOW!’

‘c’mon nightmare! live a little!’

Nightmare shivers at feeling Cross’s hand guide his to his waist, his voice reminiscent of a whisper into his acoustics. ‘i won’t let you fall.’

Nightmare averts his gaze. ‘Falling is not the point!’

Killer…killer brings him outside and sets him on a blanket beneath the only tree for miles as he sharpens his blades, handing nightmare one after the other and telling him what kind they are like a teenager. ‘and this is a messer! it’s german for knife but looks more like a dagger.’

‘Interesting. You’ve taken care of these well.’

Killer smirks. ‘i take care of the things i care about.’

Nightmare raises a brow as he echos. ‘Care about.’

‘i don’t have to feel it to know that i care about it.’ The shrug he gives is indifferent, but the look is another matter entirely, one that brings a foreign heat to Nightmare’s cheeks. It feels like a flirtation, but it can’t be, he knows where he stands with him - with all of them.

‘An even more interesting notion.’ he whispers.

It isn’t until he stumbles upon Horror pining Dust to a wall in a small forgotten hallway with Dust’s legs around Horror’s hips as they kiss that Nightmare realizes there’s a deeper bond between the members of his trope that he never noticed. One that they’re starting to willingly let him see as he spots Cross and Killer not long after training together with Cross pinned to the knife board as Killer sensually traces patterns across his bones with the tip of a finely oiled blade. It’s shocking how they managed to get away with this, hiding the fluctuations in their emotions from his notice.

The understanding spurs something in him that’s…genuine.

On equal footing.

Killer notices his staring and holds eye contact just out of Cross’ line of sight as he kisses the other skeleton. The emotions are there now, raw and unfiltered. Desire, want…teasing.

It’s an invitation.

Nightmare turns away and hides in his room thinking. He doesn’t know what he feels, not yet. But he does find himself wanting to, maybe, get a little closer to them. To know them, just as they’re obviously trying to do with him.

He likes watching Horror train his pets, he enjoys seeing Cross flip over ramps and twirl his bike beneath him mid-leap, he finds amusement in Killer trying to paint the sky with words made of fire, and he can’t resist staring as Dust pretends multiple times as if he’s going to fall only to stand back upright confidently and with poise. He can’t help wondering if this is what friendship is, companionship. He thought he’d known that once with his brother but he’d been wrong. The feelings are too different.

So he…takes the risk.

The dinners continue, the quality time, with him contributing by inviting them to let him read aloud of his books and going out to explore the worlds now before performing, but it all starts to weigh heavy on him and this manifests in him one day suggesting as Killer and Dust put forth a duet idea to suggest they use netting…in case of an accident.

The boys go silent, staring at him.

Nightmare feels judged, and it’s made clear that he is when Killer says rather carelessly, ‘since when do you care about our safety?’ It’s then made clear to Nightmare that no matter how hard he tries, and no matter what they open up to him and he them, that he can’t be more or get closer.

They will always see him as nothing more than their owner, their master.

‘Forget I said anything.’

Nightmare is left torn, does he put everything on the line by offering to release their contracts in the hopes that they’ll stay when it’s far more likely they’ll run if given the chance? Or does he hold on, and get left standing alone to watch as an outsider on the bond between them just as he’s always been to the universe at large.

He tried to run before he could walk. This is the obstacle between them and the first step that he knows has to be taken, the rest of the moments they share are empty so long as the contracts exist. And not only that but the leagues he’ll have to go to make up for what he put them through when he first found them, if they dare to even give him the chance.

There’s a bitter, terrifying, decision to reach.

Nightmare is in unfamiliar waters as he feels the sting of indecisiveness that he hasn’t felt since he was a child.

#undertale au #circus au #UTMV #nightmare's gang #bad sanses #star sanses #sans/sans #Nightmare #Cross #Dream #Murder!Sans #Dust #Horror #Blue #Ink #bsp #bad sans poly #M rambles #my writing

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