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asukamood · 9 months

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Rooftop (Dreamberry)

Warnings: Suicidal ideation, suicide attempt?, exhaustion, overworking and Blue angst

Synopsis: Soon after, his smile disappeared.

His pupils went from staring at the ocean of stars above him to glancing at the darkness below. His grip on the edge of the building loosened.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned forward to drink more of the sight of the abyss underneath him. He hadn’t thought about it. Or at least he tried not to think about it. But sometimes, he would catch himself thinking that it maybe would have been easier if he could just disappear.

***

Blue felt like he was dying.

His body ached terribly as he desperately tried to swing his blade at the training dummies in front of him, the joints involved not even having enough energy to scream in agony. His lungs felt like they had been set on fire as he heaved for air, sucking only the bare minimum of oxygen he could before anyone could consider him being hyperventilating.

His eyes twitched in exhaustion and burning like a wildfire, begging to just close and stay that way for a while. His heavy head, which had been swaying uncomfortably on his neck the entire time, seemed to strongly agree with the suggestion, going as far as to suggest going to sleep.

It was 5 am.

Blue shook all these thoughts away as he smacked the training dummy once more, the poor wooden man crumbling and falling to pieces because of the impact before its remains loudly collided against the floor.

The soldier tried to suck in another deep breath as sweat rolled down his face. He wiped them with the back of his hand, noticing absently that his throat was sore. Amidst all that chaos, he had also forgotten to hydrate.

His body also seemed to lack nutrients and sleep but he stubbornly refused to acknowledge any of these issues to keep training. He had thought about stopping a couple of times but every time he did so, the image of an arguing Dream and Ink came to mind, followed closely by Ink leaving through a portal.

The AU’s keeper had left the Star Sanses after numerous fights with its leader which meant that now, only Blue was able to help Dream.

Said one had never been particularly useful, in his opinion, for the team. Sure, he could take on a fight and was pretty skilled compared to the average monsters but he couldn’t even dream (Blue snickered sarcastically to himself for that accidental pun) of being on par with Dream and Ink.

He knew that Dream had faith in his ability, which is why he had invited him to join his team in the first place but being squished between the guardian of positivity and the keeper of the AUs, he felt like nothing. Like a parasite, like a nuance. Just what was he doing next to people like them, near gods? He never quite fully believed that he belonged to the team, despite Dream’s best attempt to make him think otherwise.

There was also that nagging fear at the back of his mind that he would one day be replaced.

As clueless as people picture him to be, Blue was no idiot. He knew that there were countless copies of him all around the multiverse that could even be stronger than he was, thus making them even more appropriate members of the team than him.

He remembered that this fear was once just a little concern, nothing serious, just one of those thoughts that you get while letting a new person into your life. But then, he overheard a conversation that Dream and Ink had that made his blood run backwards.

“That other Swap was crazy strong!” Ink had exclaimed in the kitchen after a mission, probably thinking that Blue wasn’t in the house. After all, his memory had always been downright awful.

Hearing those words, he stuck to the wall separating him and the other two, making himself as discreet as possible. He did still stick out part of his face to be able to look at what was happening on the other side. Like this, he saw Dream smiling softly and nodding. “It’s true that his technique had been well polished.”

Ink had started to draw in his sketchbook, his pupils constantly shifting in colors and shapes. It seemed like he wasn’t even paying attention to what the other was saying. “Don’t you think we should replace Blue with him?”

There it was.

Blue had been expecting that question to come up eventually but even if he was braving himself for it, it didn’t make it sting any less. He gripped his shirt in the area where his soul would be, as if the remark had hit him physically.

After a deep inhale, he managed to focus back on the scene, noticing Dream softly shaking his head. “While this Swap’s technique was good, I do believe Blue’s suits our team more. Besides, Blue attacks faster than he does and he often has to fend off multiple opponents at once, making speed a crucial asset.”

The soldier had felt a tiny wave of relief wash over him at hearing Dream’s cool voice defend him. However, how long was he going to be taking his defense like that? To avoid being replaced, he had to put even more effort into his training than he already was, that much was certain.

He had never wanted to disappoint Dream in the first place but now, he was even more fired up to do so. He couldn’t let him down, he had to step up his game.

That last thought intensified after the fallout. Dream was overworking as is, after all, it has been several nights since he hadn’t gone back to their headquarters which had allowed Blue to train in the first place. Blue had to help somehow.

What better way than to make up for the loss of a teammate.

He knew that he could never surpass Ink or even truly replace him but he could get stronger to try and make up for the loss they had endured with his departure.

When he voiced that thought to Dream, the latter had been categoric about him not needing to do such a thing. He had reassured him about that, saying that he was already perfect for the team as of right now. Next, he had warned him about over practicing.

Blue had been unable to follow Dream’s advice. Despite his attempts, he had failed to truly convince Blue that he didn’t have to make up for Ink’s departure. At first, he had tried but it only ended up the same, he was unable to sleep the entire while, assaulted by all thoughts about having to get stronger and not disappoint his friend.

Well, ‘friend’.

Once he realized what topic he was driving to, Blue quickly shook his head to get rid of it before it could be phrased properly. He shouldn’t get distracted like that.

***

It’s only when his hands have begun trembling so much that he couldn’t even hold his weapon up anymore that Blue finally decided to take a break. He was obviously not going to sleep, no, that would be wasting too much time.

He decided to stargaze instead.

In a flick of his wrist, the area around him changed from a spacious and illuminated room filled with both broken and intact training dummies alike to the deserted cold ground of the rooftop with the sky of the night gazing down at it.

The cold air caressed his cheek, a pleased hum escaping him as he sat down on the edge of the building, his legs dangling down in the near void. Back in the training room, the air had been suffocating and unbearably hot so this change of pace was really appreciated by both his body and mind. It almost made him question why he waited so long before going out.

Soon after, his smile disappeared.

His pupils went from staring at the ocean of stars above him to glancing at the darkness below. His grip on the edge of the building loosened.

No more enduring the resets, no more dying in his universe, no more need to train, no more need to fear. It sounded heavenly. He leaned forward a little more.

“It’s tempting, isn’t it?” The sudden remark had Blue jumped back, his neck twisting so fast it might have snapped if he had been even less careful than he already was. He had recognized the voice but it’s only now that he was seeing Dream standing right behind him with his long ponytail flowing behind his figure that he processed the fact he was actually here.

The guardian merely smiled at Blue’s bewildered expression, moving closer before plopping down next to the other in the same position. They were so close that Blue could feel the tip of his fingers brushing his knuckles and their shoulders touching.

“... What is?” Blue asked, noticing that the other wasn’t planning on expanding on the question.

With the same small smile, Dream gazed upward at the clouds. Like Blue, the bags under his bags testified of his exhaustion. “Death.” He whispered, turning his attention back to the other. “You were trying to let yourself fall, weren’t you?”

“...” Blue didn’t know what he was supposed to say but he guessed that perhaps, telling the truth this time wouldn’t hurt. “... Yeah.” His voice shook at the simple word, making him curse inwardly.

Dream nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. “I can’t blame you for that, I do that often too.” He finally let his gaze wander below. “It’s like the ground is calling you, isn’t it?”

Blue hummed as an answer, not trusting himself to say anything else. He really didn’t wanna talk about it, not right now.

The empath must have felt his reticence to answer as he quickly wrapped the subject up. “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it now, but do keep in mind that I’m here if you need anyone to talk to, okay?” Dream waited for his partner to confirm before continuing. “If you ever feel like doing this again, come find me.” He smiled sweetly at him and Blue’s soul skipped a beat.

“On another subject, I see that you haven’t listened to me last time.” He rose up from his seat slowly, extending his hand toward Blue once he was on his feet. “Therefore, I’m afraid that you will not only go to sleep right now…”

Blue took his hand and got up as well, liking the way his skin felt against his. “... but you must also be banned from training.”

His eyes widened as a protest immediately began forming in his mouth, his thoughts from earlier coming back at full force. Before he had the time to unload them though, Dream quickly shut him up by putting his index on his lips.

“The Pride parade begins tomorrow.” He calmly stated, his finger retreating back to where it came from. “It would be a shame to miss it, wouldn’t it?”

Oh.

He had completely forgotten about that.

Dream chuckled at his dumbfounded expression before taking his hand and leading him away from the darkness. “Don’t worry, we still have plenty of time to think of what we will do then. For now, it’s sleeping time for you mister!” Blue grinned slightly, squeezing Dream’s hand.

“Only if you do so too, you honestly look like a panda right now.”

“How rude!” Maybe Blue would have believed he was genuinely offended if Dream wasn’t wearing such a huge grin on his face as he led them both to their respective rooms.

#angst #ship #fluff #dreamberry #dream sans #swap sans #dream x blue #dream x swap #hurt/comfort

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carelesscreativity · 3 years

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HorrorDust Softness & Comfort for Z.eph: Commission for Ko-Fi

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(SFW, Fluff, Angst)

Horror was startled awake by the first small tearing noise. He'd already reached out before he'd fully opened his eyes in order to pry Dust's sharp fingers from the mattress. His eyes opened fully and once he got used to a dark room lit only with some candles, he could see that Dust's fingers were knuckle deep into the bed beneath them. He slipped his own hand under Dust's and began to gently tug them out, knowing any sudden movement could shock Dust awake and make him attack.

Horror settled back down on his side to face Dust. He could barely see him with the way his hood kept the light of the candles from flickering across his bones. Horror was never really a fan of Dust sleeping with his hood on in the first place. He blinked, trying to recall why Dust did that. He'd told him once. What was it??

Right. It made him feel safe. Less vulnerable and exposed to attack. Horror couldn't think of anyone in their right mind that would attack Dust. Well, probably Killer, but he was just a fucking idiot. Probably the Star Sanses too. Horror scoffed softly as he thought about it. He stared at Dust quietly. The other was laying on his side too. He wasn't even under the blankets. Dust hadn't been in the room when Horror had fallen asleep, but he was so used to the other sneaking in to sleep next to him that he didn't mind it anymore. It wasn't like he could stop Dust anyway. He also knew Dust only really snuck in when he was having a bad night. That's why he was worried.

He reached out and lightly pushed Dust's hood back a little so he could see his face. The moment he did, his soul sunk a little. Dust was grimacing in his sleep, tears running down his face. He kept mouthing something over and over and Horror could already tell that it was some form of apology. He hated that. His own brow furrowed and he frowned quietly, his hand still outstretched. He traced his hand over Dust's cheek. The other was shaking as well, Horror noticed. He slowly sat up, shifting the bed as little as possible. He began to shuffle in the blankets, making sure a good amount of them were placed over Dust. Once he was satisfied, he slowly shimmied himself back down into his laying position.

Dust's face was still twisted in pain and he let out his first, muted sob, his bony body giving a tiny shake. Horror reached out once again, slipping his hands into either side of Dust's hood and cupping his cheeks. Horror furrowed his brow and squeezed his eyes shut, his starved magic slowly rising and sparking weakly along his arms. His hands lit up through inconsistent glowing on his palms and he began to try sending soothing pulses through Dust.

He had to focus hard and even then, his magic stuttered a little. Dust inhaled shakily in his sleep. He let out a whimper and Horror was dismayed, wanting to make him feel better. He was trying so hard. His jaws parted a little as he began to pull in air, finding it harder to breathe the longer he went. He just wanted to help. He twitched, screwing his eyes shut. He was panting and shaking now. "S-Stop." Horror jumped and yanked his hands back, eyes wide.

Dust's feverishly glowing eyes were half-open and barely fixed on him. "You're gonna hurt yourself... Don't... Not for me." Horror stared at him before furrowing his brow. He mumbled that he wanted to. Dust blinked tearfully at him before shaking his head. "No, no, please. I'm not worth it, please." Horror gave him a firm look and Dust shut up, inhaling shakily.

"I-I couldn't... Horror... They were just gonna keep dying... nothing would've changed... Horror, it was just gonna keep going and going and GOING..." Dust's voice was strained as he tried to desperately explain himself to someone who understood all too well. Horror reached out and gently ghosted clawed fingers over Dust's cheek again, making him whimper. His magic was heard crackling in his tears. "It was just going to keep GOING..."

"Ya did what you thought was right... it's all fine..." Horror told him quietly. "Ain't no use dwelling on the past if it's painful for you..." He paused for a moment to pull together his next few words, keeping his mouth open as he furrowed his brow once again. "It just..." What was he trying to say? Right. "It just ain't no good for anyone to be thinkin' like that... especially you..."

Dust stared at him shakily before giving a twitch and a spastic nod. His stained hand crept across the bed, but he stopped himself. Horror blinked and his eyes trailed down to it before they trailed back up to Dust's face. "Whatcha want? Gotta ask for it or I won't know..." He prompted quietly. Dust gave another weak twitch and stared at him dejectedly. He even started glaring a little, but Horror was unmoving in his decision. "Gotta tell me." He said again. Dust's cheeks faintly lit up purple under his tears and he moved his glowing eyes to the side, unable to even look at Horror. "Dust... c'mon..."

Dust finally seemed to break a little and he furrowed his brow, his crazed, glowing eyes slowly moving back over to Horror. He shook and his voice was choked up, more tears beginning to well in the corners of his eye sockets. "H-Hold me against you." Horror, having to fight the urge to immediately do what he asked, only raised a brow at him in response, quietly prompting him once more. Dust let out a weak, trembling noise of frustration. "Horror..." The broken skeleton only hummed in response and, in utter humiliation, Dust ducked his head. "Horror, PLEASE hold me."

He was shaking so bad, the whispers in his head only getting worse and worse. He screwed his eyes shut for a moment so he couldn't see that ghostly Papyrus peeking up from behind where Horror was laying. Though he could see the head over the other's shoulder, Dust swore that he could feel the ghostly, gloved fingers digging into his shoulders from behind. He opened his eyes just in time for Horror to reach out and snag a bit of his hoodie.

Dust yelped as Horror suddenly tugged him over, having forgotten how deceptively strong the starved skeleton was. He looked up at him with wide eyes for a moment and Horror blinked. "What? Surprise ya?" Dust stared at him for a moment, unsure and tense, before calming down as he saw the faintest hint of a teasing smile tugging at the side of Horror's mouth. The sight of it almost prompted a smile from Dust.

The slightly larger skeleton had his arms wrapped around Dust. Dust twitched and turned, burying his face against Horror's sleeve as he shook, continuing to try and hide from the violent whispers. When they were bad, he would hear other voices besides Papyrus. He would hear the shopkeeper and Undyne. Asgore and Toriel. Snowdrake and Gyfttrot. The list just kept growing longer and louder.

Another whimper tore itself from his throat and he shook as he felt the voices turn scorning and angry. He could still feel the dust slipping through his fingers, his glowing eyes focusing on his hands, which had once been pearly-white and were now an ugly, grey, ashy color. Forever stained and reminded. As he was staring, another hand crept up.

It was stained too, but it had faint blotches of red. Horror intertwined their fingers, both of them having a bit of a struggle in order to do so. They finally settled down and Horror was felt shifting. The press of his teeth was to Dust's forehead. He stayed there for a moment before sighing and pulling back. Both of their faces were slightly flushed in their respective colors. Dust hated the color of determination, but for Horror, he made an expection, often finding himself admiring the crimson red glow of Horror’s single eyelight.

He was doing it now, staring up at Horror shamelessly. Horror stared back before his cheeks flushed a little more and he asked if something was wrong with his face. His gravelly voice somehow sounded meek and it sent alarm bells off in Dust’s head before he quickly assured him that nothing was wrong with his face. Horror relaxed and nodded, Dust settling back down against him. The whispers were still there, making Dust’s fingers itch and twitch.

On particularly bad days, the whispers became something else entirely. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to hear the voices of those he’d already killed. Instead, he would hear different voices. He would hear his teammates. He would hear them all screaming for him to stop and fearfully asking what he was doing. Their screams would rattle him to the bone and he could practically taste their fear on his tongue. Papyrus was right about one thing.

If Dust took action, he would have so much LV at his disposal. He would be so powerful that he wouldn’t need anyone else. He’d be safe. He’d be free. But... Dust glanced up at Horror with a slight twitch. He shivered and buried himself against him once more. He didn’t want that. No matter how much Papyrus insisted that he did, feverishly whispering it into his head at any given moment, Dust did not want that. He didn’t want to hurt his team. He didn’t want to hurt... him.

He looked up at Horror, the other having closed his eyes for the moment. He reached up and shakily held Horror’s cheek, prompting the other to open up his eyes. Horror’s voice and Horror’s screams hurt him the most. Clawed at his soul with such unbearable pain that he was often sure he would die. “Dust?” Horror’s quiet, raspy voice broke into his thoughts and Dust blinked, looking up at him. “Something wrong?”

He had slowly tipped his head into Dust’s hand, rubbing his cheek against his palm. He kept his attention on Dust. Dust realized he rather appreciated how the candlelight flickered off Horror’s bones. He began to quietly rub his thumb in circles on the other’s cheekbone. Horror hummed, sounding pleased. Dust’s hand paused after a moment and pulled back so his fingertips were barely ghosting along Horror’s skull. He raised his hand to Horror’s head wound and paused.

Horror blinked and after a long moment, tipped his head towards Dust’s hand, inviting him. Dust couldn’t hide how he perked up a little, if that vague smile tugging at Horror’s teeth again told him anything. Dust began to gently rub his hand along the jagged bone of Horror’s head wound. Horror closed his eyes and pushed his head up into Dust’s hand a little. A pleased rumble escaped him, his purr having started deep in his throat.

Horror always melted like butter when Dust did this and it delighted Dust to see happiness brought by his hand instead of pain. Before he knew it, a weak smile had crept across his face. Horror seemed to respond with one of his own. Dust was well aware that this would make Horror sleepy. The other was already struggling to stay awake. “You can sleep. I’ll be okay.” Horror stared at him and Dust sighed. He didn’t like saying it, but he knew Horror wouldn’t sleep until he did. “Promise.”

The other’s eyes closed and his body finally relaxed. Dust finally pulled his hand back and watched him fondly. He pressed himself closer to the other, closing his eyes and listening to how Horror’s purr drowned out the whispers. He finally slipped into sleep, dreamless and content.

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nell0-0 · 3 years

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One day (you learn to let go) #2

Idea adopted from Firehedgehog's Idea Factory!

A very long time ago, Fate grabbed a Sans and twisted him into Error.

Every 25-100 years, Fate's magic wanes and Error transforms back into his past self. The only thing this Sans knows is that he seems to be skipping through time.

Ink, meanwhile, is the only one that knows what's going on as Error doesn't remember when his true self, Geno, wakes up.

Ink tastes freedom (Fate's magic wanes)

"And don't come back here!" shouted a Sans to Ink, who was grinning sheepishly while covered in head to metatarsal in paint and jumping through a portal to Dreamtale, headed towards Dream's house.

It was so not his fault that copy #34 of Sugartale didn't enjoy his suggestions in decorations, edible colors only lasted so long, it was better to use the normal ones if you wanted them to come out just right! It wasn't like it was poisoning... much. So what if it poisoned normal monsters to an extent, being extremely worse to humans?

He could create the item with the right colors and it being edible, but redecorating with pre-existing stuff was so boring to the artist sometimes. Where was the innovation? The curiosity to explore new possibilities in the world of art?

Ink sighed. Sadly, he knew it wasn't possible for him to do so in a new AU, Fate's forced rate of creation was too much. The constant rush, the screaming, the anguish. It was oppressing, his soul feeling like it would scatter at last. Then again, maybe even that wouldn't be enough to kill him, to free the Forced God of Creation from Fate's hold. Breaking his soul in fragments himself didn't free him at all. He didn't die, like everyone he knows would, so what would his soul fragments escaping like handfuls of sand from his own being do?

Would he end up as a puppet that deity would have full control of? A lifeless doll moved by strings invisible for everyone? Would he end up as a soulless being, accomplice of Fate's cruelty without having the ability to care about the people he knew?

Ink didn't know, and that prospect terrified him. So he always pushed himself more and more, because if he didn't, the white string from Fate surrounding the culmination of his being could snap and it would be so much worse. For everyone. For Dream, his trusted friend and companion. For Blue, who he knew secretly cheered up Error thinking no one noticed. For all the Sanses he knew, even the Bad Sanses.

Would he be able to stop if he didn't have his emotions? Stop before things got out of control? Ink didn't think so, being almost soulless was a complicated affair, he didn't want to think too deeply about the possibility of loosing what little emotions he still had.

And then there was Error, who only had the Bad Sanses and Blue on his side. But he didn't dare tell a soul about his friend helping the supposed foe. He knew that Error was just like him, in a sense. He had known it even all that time ago when both met for the first time, the imprint of Fate's presence painfully clear for both to see around them. Ink secretly cheered for the Underswap Sans every time he went away to meet with the Destroyer, even covered for him when Stretch started wondering where his brother was.

Hell, Ink once created a copy of Underswap and grabbed the Sans from there to pacify Stretch. Sure, he dusted the Sans afterwards so that copy of his friend couldn't tell anyone, but it was the intention what counted, right? And it wasn't like he couldn't get away with it, just a bit of adjusting and the AU didn't even notice something was wrong because they didn't have one of the key characters.

There! New AU! He was such a genius.

Ink was glad he could feel so many things. Anger, joy, sadness. Even if he knew the state his soul was in made him a bit of a weirdo, he didn't care. It was enough for him that he could care for his friends the Star Sanses and Error, his friends!

Because they were friends and Ink wouldn't accept any other option. He just had to manage to get that fact through Error's stubborn skull. The other had it even worse than him, being so hated through the Multiverse because of what they were forced to do and all that.

It wasn't like the artist didn't try to help. Every time he tried to shout someone to stop, to tell why they shouldn't attack the glitch, the words got stuck on his metaphorical throat and wouldn't pass his teeth. His movements became heavy, his thoughts shutting down and his soul felt numb. One time Ink even blacked out. Almost gave Dream an aneurysm with how much panic the other had in him that day.

It had been a long time since then, but that passing out incident was imprinted in his mind like it had been yesterday. Ink didn't want to think of the implications, but was avoiding every topic that made him uncomfortable any way to live? He had so many things to fear and angst over it was a miracle he wasn't just a lump on his sofa.

That day, instead of seeing black like everyone when passing out, Ink saw white. Just white. White hands, white face, white eyes. White background that melted everything together. Ink shuddered, remembering the memory. Next thing he knew, he was above a heavily injured Error, Broomie at the ready to give the final hit necessary to dust the other.

His hands trembled even now, when recalling that memory.

Error had looked genuinely scared of him, his expression... Ink couldn't give it a description, he didn't understand such complex emotions stirring through his counterpart's eye-lights.

The cheering Sans behind, the gold light surrounding him from below, the light cascading in the Judgement Hall... It reminded him too much of the Doodle Sphere, where he listened to Fate beating down the other Voice's into submission, only leaving alone the one's who went along with them. The yellow tint, the white i his vision, the voice of the Sans from behind him somewhere Ink wasn't able to see at the moment.

Ink had ended up throwing red paint at that Sans, dusting him instantly.

He felt his breath shallowing and gulped. He remembered standing there too, just breathing and backing away from the fallen Error, who kept staring at Ink with such complicated emotions.

In the end, Error had gone away, leaving Ink with inner turmoil and a stretched hand, as if reaching for the black-boned skeleton and explain that he wasn't himself. Something else, someone else, took hold of him and almost dusted his friend.

Trembling, he had looked at his shaking hands with something akin to horror. He could almost see the gray dust in between his phalanges, making them feel crusty and rubbing in his joints, the grainy substance eroding the bones.

He would never risk it again, he just couldn't. So he never attempted to speak up that much again, even if guilt stirred in him when Error's clothes moved in just the right way, letting him see the extent of the damage on his counterpart's body. And yet... That loss of control, the powerlessness and waking up in such a way...

Ink had feared white ever since.

White meant pain. White meant rushing everywhere, feeling the silent and controlling gaze upon him at all times. A continuous threat. White meant her.

White meant Fate.

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Dream had ended up kicking out Ink. Again.

Which, rude! He just set the other's kitchen on fire once, it was progress when compared to other times. It wasn't like the time he set fire to the whole house just by burning toast because he forgot he put them on the pan. Or like the time he tried boiling a pre cooked soup with potato and left it there for three hours while he was playing a solitary game on the livingroom.

Dream didn't seem to agree with Ink on that.

At least Dreamtale had sunlight and fresh air, not at all like the Underground Ink could usually find himself in. It was a nice change of pace, he supposed.

It was a summer day, the heat boring down upon the Forced God of Creation. Bright sun, fresh air. Just like your usual Surface timeline, easy to get lost in its simple beauty and simplicity because of the freedom it offered when compared to the cavern system of the Underground.

He looked around, seeing the black spots where grass was burned years ago and vegetation just seemed too weak to grow on them. It was a testament to the twins' battle, the one that ended up with a feral Nightmare attacking everyone and everything and Dream as a stone statue.

Ink still hadn't gotten how that felt out of Dream. If he had more time, the artist would try to replicate the feeling by turning himself into a statue. Sadly, it would have to wait... forever.

Shame. Ink wanted to get stoned as well.

Ink sighed, such a shame. The rays of the sun shined on Ink's eye-sockets, distracting him. A bit annoyed, he tried to protect his vision with his arm and scrunched his face. When that didn't work as expected, he just turned to look at the broken remains of the Tree of Feelings, his back to where the sun was.

They really did a number on it, the poor spirit trapped there never stood a chance. Still, Ink thought this kind of AU was still a good idea. It could get away with so many changes and twists, so many possibilities when the world was an open field. Simple lives, simple rules that still managed to get off the rails. He would love to create another world like Dreamtale one of these days, maybe changing it up so it followed a completely different story instead.

Ink smiled, a flutter of nervous giddiness coming from his soul. Ink thought that was such a good idea. But he probably wouldn't be able to pull a stunt similar to Dreamtale anytime soon. A common AU, just for the sake of the rest of the Multiverse dwellers.

Maybe he would just try and avoid anything balance related, even if it could take a bit of the pressure on his chest off a bit.

That's when he felt it. A tug, a moment, a mere second, of what Ink could just describe as true freedom.

His heavily damaged soul felt lighter, the colors seemed more vivid and everything changed its tune, his tattoos humming with power he didn't know they could have, nervous and excited chatter from Voices he just barely remembered filling his mind. He stumbled, overwhelmed, and the moment passed.

... what was that?

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"Error! Stop destroying this AU!" Ink shouted, annoyed at the Destroyer. Couldn't the other just have destroyed one of his older and half-assed worlds? This one was just finished not even two hours ago and he had actually put effort in it!

"Shut it, squid!" Error glared at him which, rude much? Now that Ink thought about it, all his friends seemed to be rude. Except Blue, don't forget Blue. Ink felt a burn on his shoulder, an intense pain he only barely processed. Curiously, he looked at the red bone that pierced his bones and poked at it.

He probably should stop getting distracted when confronting Error.

Ink whined. "But Error, can't we talk this over some chocolate? I brought your favorite!"

Error actually seemed tempted. Ink took out the chocolate bar to wave it in the other's face. It seemed to be working.

"C'mon, you know you want it!"

"FINE!" Error snatched the chocolate, grumpy. Ink just chuckled at the cute demeanor of the Destroyer.

With a flourish, he summoned the reset button of the AU and adjusted it to a True Reset, so no memory of this event or even the Multiverse would be left. He pressed it and grinned towards Error.

"Show off."

In the end, Ink directed Error to a timeline called Underfallen. Just an Underfell rip off where monsters where actually very nice and mushy on the inside. He clapped when Error crushed the codes, a bit of a sting on his body as it happened and one of his tattoos disappearing.

With a tug on his soul, Ink grabbed Broomie and waved good bye to Error.

Back to creating it was.

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Time had passed in a blur of creating, battling and pestering Error with friendship declarations since that time when Ink felt that freedom, that intensity in color and excited chatter. He almost thought it had been an illusion or hallucination of some kind. How he managed to remember it after so much time had passed was still a mystery to him, it had to have been almost twenty years by Multiverse standards.

But when he was in the middle of creating a mix of Underfell and Dancetale, one where Frisk was really a genocidal maniac in disguise who manipulated the Sans, it happened again. Ink recognized the feeling for what it was this time.

Fate loosing control of his puppet, the Creator.

He quickly changed to world down to its very core, being inspired by kind Voices and ideas that didn't want the characters to suffer too much or go rogue for once. He not only took the base elements, but created a whole original backstory, building up the world from basically scratch. It was such such a freeing feeling, such intensity, that Ink couldn't help but let out a delightful laugh.

The colors swirled around him, condensing in a sphere and letting a small explosion that pushed other AUs apart. It had become an original AU.

Ink couldn't believe he had felt it again, he was so excited. He had to tell Error, he just had to!

Ink started to open the portal to the Anti-Void, when the feeling passed once again. Back to the blandness, the coldness... The almost emotionless.

The Creator let all his magic intent disperse, pouting. At least he knew what was going on this time around. Maybe he should be on the look out for that feeling. it was over almost as soon as it came, but it gave him hope.

Hope to escape from Fate's clutches once and for all.

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"Hey Error!" Ink called to the Forced God of Destruction seated on a dark blue bean bag. He quickly went over his friend and foe, dragging a light brown bean bag he had brought last time. The fact that Error didn't throw it on a random AU promising for the artist's mind.

In reality, the other hadn't even tried because he knew how whiny and persistent Ink could get when it came to his 'quality bonding time with his friend Error'. In summary, not fun for the black boned skeleton.

Ink hopped on his bean bag, looking up at Error with big eye-sockets. The Destroyer grumbled, disgruntled at being interrupted in the middle of his knitting. At least it hadn't been Undernovela marathon this time around.

"What do you want know" he grunted at Ink, trying to focus even more on his knitting so whatever the other said would come in one ear canal and leave the other.

Ink pouted a bit but shrugged. Whatever floated Error's boat, if the other wanted to be a grumpy cat imitation made skeleton, it was fine by the Creator.

"You could be at least a little happier to see me, I bring good news!"

Error sighed exasperated. Seemed like he would have to pay attention it was something important this time around. He just hoped Ink wouldn't start another rant about relationships and feelings or something along those lines, it always made Error's head spin.

Facing the white bones skeleton, Error frowned and set down the sweater he had been working on.

"Then spit it out" Error grumbled with a bossy attitude. "I don't have time for your bull crap."

"That's a lie and you know it" Ink said, teasingly.

Besides, it was true. If Error truly didn't have any free time he wouldn't be resting on the Anti-Void, nurturing one of the hobbies Ink approved of. So many pretty patterns! And no matter how small, there were always differences on the stuff Error created, so new and creative.

"So? Your point?"

Ink huffed but relented. "Okay, okay. So, you know how Fate has us caught with their strings by our souls?"

Error tensed, obviously uncomfortable with the topic. It was obvious he wanted to forget that for as long as he could. It was easier to pretend they chose the paths they had because of choice, not a deity manipulating their every move, but lying to oneself only worked to an extent.

"Of course I know, idiot, I'm funking living with it every day" Error barked, before adding softly in an angry whisper "and you aren't making it any better."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever" Ink waved the passive aggressiveness off. He was used to it and knew the other didn't really mean it, he was just moody. "My point is, haven't you ever felt that tight control waning?"

Error's face lost all his emotions, staring blankly at Ink. "If this is a joke, it's not funny, Ink."

"What? But-"

"Out" Error ordered, no room for discussion.

"Error, let me explain-"

"I SAID OUT."

Without a word, Ink left.

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Time passed once more. Error had been particularly brutal after that exchange they had, so Ink didn't try to bring it up again. He was still curious about the feeling of freedom, since he got small flashes of it that were over in mere seconds or, if he was lucky, minutes. But he was unsure of what to do with it. He had been just creating and fighting for so long that it was like he had forgotten to just... stop, and smell the roses or some mushy stuff like that Dream always preached.

He tried it at first, to relax. But no matter how thoroughly 'Sans' Ink was, he couldn't bring himself to take a break. He used the free time to put markers on unstable AUs so Error would have an easier time doing his jobs, tormented Dream with his attempts at cooking (it was so hilarious to this point that Ink was thinking about just keeping it up on purpose) or wandering the AUs aimlessly.

Blue had sat Ink down on the Star Sanses base to give him a stern lecture after he had found the Creator walking on Underswap, looking lost on one of those occasions. Blue didn't want to say it out loud, but this behavior was worrying. He quickly called Dream to set up a sleepover, who agreed easily enough.

Ink denied the offer at first, Fate's hold still on the back of his mind, little bursts of freedom over too soon to properly do anything about them making him stumble and trip over his own words.

Blue used rope to tie Ink to a chair.

They had been enjoying themselves after Dream arrived, Ink getting lost on their antics and genuinely having fun when it happened once more. This time, the free sensation wasn't over in a flash.

Ink excused himself and went to his room as quickly as he could. He summoned his soul and noticed Fate's strings around his soul... waning.

This time, it lasted longer. Long enough for Ink to cry happily.

Yet it wasn't long enough for him to do anything about it just yet. He knew now, though. He needed to tell Error. But the other one hadn't mentioned anything about these episodes and had reacted so badly when he had brought it up...

The thought of Ink being free while Error wasn't... filled him with something akin to dread.

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It had been another twelve years before Ink sensed it once more. There had been instances that came and went, too quick for him to process, so he didn't bother to count those, even if each one was cherished and hold close to his metaphorical heart.

Given his counterpart's reaction each time he had tried bringing up the topic, Ink had decided to wait until the next long episode to show Error what he discovered. With actual proof this time.

This was the day.

He went to the Anti-Void to tell him the good news while the effect still lasted.

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lover-of-skellies · 3 years

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HSHDSHH,, i give you a hug for last night dont worry about it!! youve written a lot so dhhdhfh. As for plot like?? I have no idea, i normally use a plot for roleplay but i'd like to see where you do with it. "One of Nightmare's subordinates fail the mission to get the star sanses, which nightmare placed on them because he believed they were capable to do it" I NORMALLY DO KILLER AND NIGHTMARE FOR THAT ONE THO BECAUSE im a hoe for nightkiller angst but go wild <3

Alrighty,, here's your NightKiller angst :P I added in a couple of my characters just to kinda help fill some spaces (if that makes sense), so if you see any names you don't recognize, that's probably why XP the characters in question aren't actually in the scene at all, and they're really only mentioned, but yeah

And also,, I know you said just one of Night's subordinates, but my lil rat brain went "mmmmmmm how about all of them" and I hope that's alright ^^"

On today's episode of: Nightmare Is A Bastard Man-

(Gonna put it under a cut because I dunno how long it'll be when formatted to a Tumblr post)

"So let me get this straight... You failed to capture the Star Sanses, once again?"

Cross was silent, his head hanging in shame as he slowly nodded. Beside him, Killer also nodded, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck vertebrae as he hummed in confirmation, "Yeah, Boss... That's right. We did everything we could to pin them down. Hell, Axe pushed himself too hard and passed out after trying to force his magic to work, Dust had a freak out and needed to be brought back here, and Error was a no show, for God's sake." Nightmare let out a deep sigh, his tentacles flicking in irritation, "And the girls. Where were they? I want to hear a valid excuse for why they didn't contribute more." Killer shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "406 took a direct hit from Ink, and she was out cold. Then Kali said she'd try to locate Error and get him to join." The guardian of negativity pinched the bridge of his nose, silent for a moment as he squeezed his socket shut and took a few breaths; This crew of his had been nothing but one huge disappointment as of lately, and something needed to be done to correct that. If they couldn't prove useful to him, he would have to get rid of them.

Opening his eye and laying his arms on the desk before him, he centered his attention on Cross, a tentacle snaking through the space between them to capture the soldier's chin. As he was forced to look at his boss, he began to give off not only shame, but also fear. Sensing this, Nightmare tilted his head, "Cross. Where are 406, Axe, and Dust now?" The soldier drew in a nervous breath, "406 and Axe are in the infirmary, and we placed Dust in the anti-magic chamber as soon as we got back, Boss."

The goop covered guardian made a sound in acknowledgement, irritation beginning to bleed into his tone of voice, "Good. At least you idiots know how to do SOMETHING right." Cross flinched, and Nightmare was silent for another moment, before his tentacle released the other's jaw, "I will deal with Killer, Error, and Kali, and then I will decide how to punish you. Until then, get out of my sight." Cross nodded and murmured a soft "yes, Boss" and then proceeded to shortcut out of the guardian's office.

Once he knew Cross had truly left, he shifted his attention to Killer, who now was silent, his empty sockets focusing their gaze on the desktop. Nightmare slowly stood, his tendrils swaying idly behind him as he made his way around the desk to stand beside Killer. Lifting a hand to lightly cup his cheek, Nightmare tapped on the bone a couple times, prompting the other to look at him.

Meeting the guardian's gaze, his voice was soft, "Boss?... What're you-? He was cut off as Nightmare's hand slid down from his face to his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt and yanking him closer. With their faces almost touching and Night's warm breath ghosting over his teeth, Killer's own breath hitched, his cheekbones turning the softest shade of crimson. Nightmare couldn't help the tiny smile that tugged at his teeth, a faint cyan dusting over his cheeks as well.

Pushing just close enough to brush his teeth over Killer's, his voice was nearly a purr as he breathed out, "Oh, Killer... If you weren't such a fucking disappointment, I'd call you cute right about now." Killer's soul pulsed in confusion and his brow bones became knit as he watched his boss, "Uhh... N-Night? What are you talking about?..." The guardian sighed softly, "I think you know already. Because I like you though, I'll play nice and repeat myself, but you'd better be paying attention." Killer gave a small nod in agreement and Nightmare continued, "The mission. All the times you've failed me as of lately. You seem to forget that I give you my affection as a reward. Unless you up your game, then there will be no more of this."

He put emphasis on the last word he spoke, his free hand sliding down the other's ribs. Killer drew in a shaky breath, then let out a surprised yelp as a tendril curled around his leg and threw him to the other side of the room. Nightmare folded his arms behind his back as he watched Killer's body collide with a stone wall, not even flinching at the loud crash that resulted from the impact. Killer let out a sharp cry of surprise and pain and tumbled to the floor, his sockets squeezed shut as he tried to collect himself. Remaining where he stood, the guardian's voice turned cold and uncaring, and it made Killer's soul ache as he spoke, "You'll be staying in Punishment Hall for the next three nights. While you're there, I want you to think about how greatly you disappointed me, and I want you to figure out how to make it right. Come up with a solution and quit being such a failure, and you'll earn back your rewards. Until then, I don't wanna hear a single word from you. Do you understand?"

Killer slowly pushed himself up to his feet, one hand clutching his side as he nodded silently. While one of Nightmare's tentacles opened the door to his office, a second became noticeably sharper and began ushering Killer out of the room. When he was gone, Nightmare let out a deep sigh; With Killer taking up one room in Punishment Hall, he now needed to make sure the other rooms were available as well. Cross and Error would also be placed there in their own rooms, as would Kali, and if they happened to go and die on him while they were locked up, then oh well.

They were idiots, and idiots were always replaceable.

#urlocalsans #asks #writing #i tried ok #i hope this is good #^^"#nightmare is a lil out of character i think #but eh #close enough #XP

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sanscestships · 3 years

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"Escapee" Asylum Zoo Crossmare P.2 (Oneshot, CrossxNightmare)

Created on: 11/18/20

Requested by: No one. I'm bored and there are no requests

(A/N for all of yall's info. FeralVerse backstory is in the first FeralVerse story ["Recovery", its Cream but im not explaining that entire thing again]. Cross is Saber Toothed-Tiger/Rhinocerus and Nightmare is Panther/Octopus to clear up any misunderstandings-)

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH. MY WAY OF DOING ANGST (that probably failed). IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS, DO NOT READ.

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He could hear him. He could hear him coming again.

Hissing into the darkness, he snarled and glared at the "glass", as the child had called it. It was easy to discern "him" from the rest. Soft paw steps instead of tapping and thudding feet. Patterns of three instead of two.

Growling, he could now see the light from the now opening door dimly light the room. Stepping in, was the six-legged one.

He didn't know his name. He didn't know what he was called. And he's never heard any of the other ones address him. But he knew from personal experience he was strong. The goop covering him had such a foul taste when he'd tried to bite him. The cyan tint clashed with the black, giving him the obvious clue it would be a mistake to try and swallow the goop. And his aura, while not as disturbing as the golden one's, definitely made him tremble.

Tremble with both, fear and excitement.

He'd been bored, pacing around the closed in walls, with only the frustration of that un-attackable child and confusion from those other skeletons all this time. But him? He was something the horned beast could actually understand.

He'd been through rough times. And he'd become stronger to get past those times. And he could understand that. Respect that.

Challenge that.

Sometimes when it is dark, the goopy beast would come into the room to fight him. And he enjoyed it. The goopy one would get the training he needed to grow even further. And he would get his entertainment, thrill, and experience of his own. It was a win-win.

He began to shake once more, expecting another brawl. However, his shoulder slumped with disappointment when the creature merely reared up against the glass to stare at him with that one, cyan eye.

Why weren't they fighting this time? Had he grown bored of him? Was he no longer of use to him? Suddenly, he was filled with more fear than he'd ever been. Than he could remember.

Why did the thought of being useless scare him so much? This was exactly one of the many things he needed to overcome. And yet, not being of any use at all, not even as fodder? That was something that scared him more than he could ever expect at that moment.

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Nightmare was amused.

He'd been hoping for an entertaining reaction when he'd come to watch instead of fight Cross. And of course, Cross did not disappoint. Cross was his favorite little toy of all the other mutated skeletons in the building.

Fell just screeched out or hid. Dust would just stare, watching for an opportunity. Error was always on such a constant rampage. Geno just growled at everything except for Reaper and any sort of Papyrus alternate.

Cross? Cross had so much more variety.

Sometimes he'd just jump up at the sight of him, out of excitement or surprise. Sometimes he'd tremble, the fear feeding him while the excitement intrigued him. Sometimes he'd just ignore Nightmare, just pacing further or going to sleep. Sometimes he could even sense XChara's emotions, increasing in joy before being covered up with pain when Cross's frustration snaps and he begins to ram into the wall.

It was hard to deal with only one source of entertainment, but Nightmare could deal with it until the cure is made.

Suddenly, he stopped to think. When the cure is made... Would Cross remember? Would Cross become different? He had heard from Ink that Cross had mutated soon after his AU was "lost", meaning that it wasn't likely that Cross had always been this interesting. Would he become boring once he's cured. Would he not remember when he's cured? After all, mental damage is a bit more tricky to cure than just a little physical change. Would he be like one of those few Sanses, deranged and feral in a normal skeleton body?

Thinking about this made Nightmare want to leave Cross like this. After all, how often would he come across entertainment like this? Negativity, that was easy. He'd just have to kill a few people to make so many more full of misery. Or deprive them of their hope. But eventually with his long life, he'd get bored. What then? What then when he is at the time. When he is the most powerful being in the multiverse? Would he sit on his throne all day, doing absolutely nothing with nothing left to do?

Suddenly, he was completely rethinking multiversal domination too.

What exactly was this being to make him do so?

Now he was even more interested in "Cross", staring down with a smug grin as the fanged beast had suddenly become skittish. What was wrong with him now? Surely it wasn't his aura that was disturbing him now was it? He'd been around the beast with his aura before after all and he seemed mostly fine.

A little wary and hostile, but fine.

Unfortunately, with having amusing reaction, Cross was also a bit unpredictable. Nightmare didn't really know what was going on in his mind, and his fear and anxiety alone wasn't going to be able to help him. Hint him and point him in the right direction, yes. But it didn't let him accurately guess why.

While the goop covered creature admitted he hasn't had to really think too hard about anything in a while and that he appreciated the challenge, he wished that it wasn't about his only toy's well being of all things.

Tap tap tap tap.

He suddenly jolted, snarling towards the door as he heard pawsteps. Like bone against marble.

Which meant someone was out of their cage.

All of the others wore shoes and/or socks (with Ink being the "non-shoe" one). That meant the only ones who would be walking bear foot would be one of the other mutated ferals. Meaning someone's out, and that was certainly not a good thing.

Hearing a huff, he turned towards the glass to see Cross staring at the door with a surprisingly cold look on his face. He could sense Cross anticipating a fight before he growled and shook his head at him. Possibly other ferals walking about was bad enough. But they didn't need Cross, one of the two deranged ones as far as they knew, to be on the prowl either. By the stars, the panic one escapee alone would cause...

Even Nightmare gets stomachaches from eating too much ya know.

After all, he'd already had quite the hefty meal, not only feeding off Cross's fear, but also having had such a fun game scaring the SOUL out of Sci just earlier. While yes, he'd certainly become stronger, there was a limit to how much power he could retain the way he was now without that power turning on him to make him as crazy as the others.

Too much power was what caused him to mutate in the first place. And he was lucky then to have been able to stay sane.

He sprung into action, starting to run at full sprint towards where he heard the sound. It takes a feral to take out a feral, meaning he should be the only one chasing after the escapee. Making his ways through the maze of hallways, he smelled 3 creatures down the next hall with 1 faintly far. Growling having had finally caught several of his prey, he made a sharp turn and pounced-

right into Classic?

"WHOA-" "HEY!" "GRRR-"

Nightmare paused, glaring around the hall as he realized that the 3 he had smelled were Classic, Blue, and Red, with Red being the only feral of the three. Hopping off of Classic, he glared at Blue and Classic. Why the hell did they pursue Red?! Hell, how did Red even escape in the first place?! Its... It's RED! The glass is magic proof and an inch thick so even if any of them had regained the ability to use his Gaster Blasters, not even Error should've been able to get out.

And Blue and Classic chasing after him, not even knowing who exactly had escaped?! For all they knew, it was Dust or Cross who got out! They should've evacuated and put the building on lockdown so no one would escape!

He rolled his eyes, groaning as he heard Classic mumble a bit and Blue demand he apologize to Classic. God, he was surrounded by idiots. No wonder he'd been one of the few to stay sane. For fuck's sake...

He snapped towards Red, grabbing him by the torso with a tentacle before beginning to march towards the main containment room, completely ignoring the other two's complaints and the red-eyed beast's struggling.

At this point, Nightmare was DONE with today. He could feel himself staring to-

NO. No. He was NOT going to go crazy. He was NOT going to fall into insanity just like the others. And yet, he could feel all of the negativity start to go to his head as he kept walking. All of the power... All of the negativity... It was so much. At this point, he swore he could even feel that mutation that turned him into some sort of panther-like thing, multiplying all of his magic over and over. All of that new magic intensifying. All of that intensified magic, eating away at him, physically and mentally.

No. He wasn't going to lose it. He WASN'T-

He suddenly stopped, dropping Red before bolting towards somewhere, ANYONE, with his eye shut tight. He should've known something was up when he was suddenly so emotional Suddenly so bored. Suddenly so powerful. Suddenly so... feral.

The mutation is creating so much magic, that its becoming too much even for HIM. Along with all of that negativity he absorbed today, he couldn't focus anymore. He didn't even know where he was going.

And suddenly he felt pain.

"Grah-" He grunted, feeling even worse at that animalistic sound he'd just made as he caught a glimpse of a red and blue eye.

Fuck, it was Dust.

Now that he was so close, he recognized the scent. It was the same one he'd only faintly smelled. Fuck, he completely forgot there was a 4th that slipped away earlier. He really was losing it. Trying to grab Dust with a tentacle, he tried to claw at him to make him let go from his neck. However, that just made him bite down even harder as he kept trying to yank him off. He could feel himself losing his ability to think rationally as Dust's aggression and bloodlust only fueled his magic more.

Finally remembering to roll backwards and kick him off, he started dashing towards Cross's room. Usually around this time of day, Dream visited Cross to try and "heal him". If Dream is here, his aura should kill off all of his extra negativity to help him stay sane. And even if he was smart enough to leave, Cross is like a fucking puppy. All he has to do is act a little nice and he'll be fucking ecstatic. And that, should help just as much.

Suddenly, he felt confusion as he sensed excitement and anticipation coming off of Dust. Did he really think he could take out Nightmare? So what if he was LV 20? He was Nightmare, Lord of Fear and King of Nightmares. Even if he won't be able to think, he sure as well was still capable of taking him out.

He just wanted to be able to feel satisfaction from brutally defeating him.

Bursting into the room, he felt himself accidentally slipping and sliding on something red as he crashed through a little pile. The hell?

Suddenly, time stopped.

He could only feel Dust's glee as he realized he'd just slipped through blood and a pile of dust.

He couldn't sense Cross's emotions.

Which means Cross was dead.

And if Cross was dead, that meant someone killed him.

And if someone killed him, then it had to be Dust since he was the only one with hostile intentions around.

And if Dust had killed him, he was in the room at some point.

If Classic and Blue and Red had been near him while he slipped away, they were pursuing Red AND Dust.

And while he'd been dealing with those three...

Dust slipped away and killed Cross.

That's why he was strangely strong.

He killed Cross. And gained LV.

He killed Cross.

And it was his fucking fault...

With that final thought, with those words just breaking him...

He lost the rationality he had left to even wonder why it hurt him so much.

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hoodie-lover · 4 years

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My Multiverse Part 59

Five years later…

Dream walked down the Doodlesphere with Blue and Error by his side. Nightmare said he would meet them at the AU.

“You sure this is going to be easy?” Blue asked, his voice glitching a bit more than it normally does, a sign of worry they soon learned.

“Nope! But this job has never been easy!” Dream said and Error smiled as they approached the AU and entered.

“Wow. They really did a number on this place.” Blue said when he saw the AU.

The AU was dark and musty. Dread and fear was built into the AU. The snow falling down in front of the ruins door, colored a faded pink, was icey and sent shivers down their spines.

“You know what we have to do. Help the innocent, remove corruption, and offer them a place in the multiverse along with therapy.” Dream said and the two nodded as they explored the AU.

The forest was devoid of traps, not a good sign. Snowdin was empty, another bad sign.

“So, what are we looking for?” Error asked, running his hands over the snow.

“A person. From what I could hear, within the snickers and laughter of the creators, this AU’s Flowey rules the AU with an iron fist, or vine.” Dream said and the two shuddered as they were picked up and pinned.

“Let us go!” Dream screamed and a deep and sickening laugh caught Dream off guard.

“Alright.” Nightmare said and he let them down against the snow and laughed as he saw Dream’s angry face.

“Not funny!” Dream said, shaking from either the cold or shock, probably both.

“Sure.” Nightmare said, rolling his eye with a smug grin on his face.

“Um, guys? We need to get moving!” Error said as he held up a pile of snow, which was mostly, dust.

“Yeah. We sure do. What did you find out Nightmare?” Blue asked as the team sped off.

“Flowey rules the world and people are hunted for fun, though this world’s Sans and Papyrus are his special toys that he tortures.” Nightmare said, and he pulled out some black cloaks for everyone to wear, and they donned them quickly.

“Blue, can you and Error go search for people hiding?” Dream asked and the two nodded as they sped off.

“So, what do you expect from this AU?” He asked, and Nightmare shuddered.

“Probably something along the lines of those angst AUs.” Nightmare said as they got off the ground and began to move among the stalgatities hanging from the ceiling, besto to avoid Flowey’s roots.

When the two got to New Home, it was a jungle. Plants and debris were everywhere, and every single piece of flora was an enemy. It wasn’t the most dangerous mission they had been on, but it was far from the easiest.

Dream grabbed one of Nightmare’s tentacles and was launched across the city, landing on the roof of the throne room. His brother followed and they slowly lowered themselves into the throne room. It was pretty much a green bowl made of vines with a dirt circle in the center.

“Alright. We need to get to the best place to work as a dungeon.” Dream said. “No one’s here.” He said as Dream was lifted up.

“I’ll go over to the lab. We passed it on our way here, you stay here and watch out for the weed.” Dream said and Nightmare gave him a suspicious look.

“If I find the Sans and Papyrus they will panic, I can calm them down and I can take care of myself. But if you patrol and find Flowey, fight him. Keep him busy.” Dream whispered and Dream went off.

When he got to the lab, it took some maneuvering to avoid stepping on the vines, but he was able to get down into the lab and quickly explored the barren and dusty lab.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Dream whispered, when he heard no response he continued down the hallway and saw two makeshift cells. With the Sans and Papyrus of the universe inside of them.

“Who are you?” Sans asked, and upon closer inspection he was the only one without his jaw broken.

“A friend. I’m here to rescue you.” Dream said and Sans’ eyes lit up with joy.

“Thank you!” Sans exclaimed as he gripped the plant-like bars of his cell.

“Don’t thank me. It’s my job.” Dream said and he used an arrow to slice the bars and set the two free.

They stumbled and tripped, and overall had a hard time walking. Dream was patient, from their physical condition, broken bones, bruises, and dents in the skull, and clear scars where possibly deadly fractures were, Dream was understanding.

“Well, well, well, it seems I have multiple intruders on my hand!” Flowey said as he popped from the ground in front of them.

“Let us leave Flowey.” Dream said, summoning his bow.

“Nope!” Flowey said giggling as the Sans and Papyrus cowered behind Dream.

“Please let me have my toys back, you don’t end up like your other intruder do you?” He asked, giving an innocent frown as he cackled.

“Let us leave.” Dream said, unphased by Flowey's threat.

“Aww~. Did you not hear me?” Flowey said and Dream laughed as his eyes gleamed with confidence.

“Look behind you.” Dream said, and Nightmare smiled, followed by Error and Blue.

“Oh sh-” Flowey said and was dead before the swear left his mouth.

Dream led the Sans and Papyrus to a portal set up to the omega timeline, Core Frisk was berated for not interfering but they barely managed to get out of it by stating they knew what would happen before it did. So they saw no need to interfere, though it was not with a light heart they stayed out of the situation.

“The people there will explain everything to you.” Dream said as he led the people out of there and Error was ready to destroy the AU. Taking the already isolated Frisk soul with him. It was a miracle they were able to give the souls physical bodies and give them a proper home in the omega timeline, or their own if it was inhabitable.

Classic had woken up and yawned, he hadn’t been woken up. It was weird, Papyrus usually woke him up. Though Classic suddenly remembered the last run, a genocide run. He got up and ran to Papyrus’ room, and there was his brother, sitting on his bed and curled up.

“Heya bro. You ok?” Sans asked as he sat next him, only to be caught in a large hug.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to getting killed.” Papyrus said and Sans sighed as he hugged him back.

“I haven’t either.” Sans said and he called Undyne.

“Hey Sans. You ok?” Undyne said and Sans gave a stumbling ‘yeah.’

“Paps is having a hard time. How are you doing?” Sans asked and Papyrus began to listen in as he put Undyne on speaker. “You’re on speaker and Paps is here.” Sans said.

“I-I still have no idea how you deal with that Sans.” Undyne said, her voice lacked the passion and life she was known for.

“I gave up trying a long time ago. But you guys, have people to confide in. Don’t give up trying. Please, don’t do what I did.” Sans said, and Undyne gave a resounding ‘Hell yeah!’ and Papyrus promised he would never give up, that he’d always keep trying. It made Sans feel happy, and he felt safe. Truly safe, safe like he had never been before.

Later that day, he and everyone, even Toriel and Flowey, came together and talked about what happened, a group therapy session of sorts.

“So, Asgore, Flowey, how far did they get, I know they killed me, but what about you?” Sans asked, and they sighed.

“They spared me.” Flowey said, Asgore hanging his head.

“I was killed by Flowey.” he said, glaring at the flower.

“Either that or they get unleashed upon humanity, your choice.” Flowey shrugged, “And I doubt you want to share a headspare with that murderous brat.” He said, sneering and shuddering at the memory.

“So, Chara isn’t a problem, yet. Or maybe they like teasing us, and will one day just pop up with the demon.” Sans said, but he quickly regretted his words when he realized who he was talking about and in front of who.

“I’m sorry. But, you have to understand, they’re, not going to...” Sans tried to say but Toriel stopped him.

“It’s ok Sans.” Toriel said, and Asgore kept silent.

They talked about the timeline and what they did, and Sans explained all the routes once again, though he left a few details out. Sans didn’t want to give anyone the crisis of morality he had a long time ago.

In the creator realm, everyone was bustling around and talking. The place was alive with papers scattered on the floor, pencils everywhere, and creators eager to show off what they made.

“This place is busier than ever. What happened?” Maxie asked when she sat next to Zack and Beatrice at the newly built food court.

“Someone made an occult, HorrorTale, Sansisk AU and from what I’ve seen, you should check it out.” Zack said, sipping a coffee.

“Sounds interesting. Is the Sans sympathetic or a maniac?” Beatrice asked, she was eating a donut based on Muffet’s spider pastries.

“A puppy people like to kick when it’s already down.” Zack said and Maxie gasped.

“Well I hope the Star Sanses get to save him. You know I don’t like too much torture, when you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.” Maxie said as she looked at the rack of candy next to her.

“Me too. But you know the rules: Based on the contents and complexity of the universe, a time limit is placed on how long the Star Sanses will wait until they are allowed to rescue the inhabitants of the AU. It was the first agreement we ever made and it works well so far. And we can always go back to what it once was, just no more updates.” Zack said, and Jana came walking over.

“Hey. So, Underoccult sounding good? You guys really should check it out.” Jana said and Zack sighed.

“Sure. I was just recommending it.” Zack said, taking a long sip of coffee as he glared at her.

“Oh please. I’m enjoying this just as much as you are. Honestly, you need to lighten up.” Beatrice said, resting her elbows on the back of Zack’s chair.

“Yeah.” Zack, groaning when Jack came over.

“Can we stop talking about Underoccult? I found an angsty AU with Papyrus and Frisk as the main couple.” Jack said, and Maxie was intrigued.

“Rare pair. I like it.” Maxie said, smiling as she grabbed a bag of gummy bears and paid for them and dove into the delicious candy goodness.

“Anyway, how is your AU going?” Maxie asked, looking at Beatrice and Jana.

“Decent. The time limit is almost up, but I’m excited to see how they interact with the rest of the multiverse.” Jana said and Beatrice nodded as she stuffed her mouth with sugary donut goodness.

Dream was calling the Star Sanses to a meeting to tell them about how his mission went, and to learn how their own missions went. When everyone came to the Doodlesphere, the atmosphere was still lighter and brighter than when Ink had run this place, even five years later.

“So, I assume we had success across the board?” Dream said and was met with several resounding cheers. “So, how did it go?” Dream asked and they went in order, some people and the Dark Sanses compared it to a sharing circle thing from kindergarten but it was fun and everyone liked it.

“There was a guy who thought he could chain me up, he’s dust now.” Red said, and Black laughed.

“I encountered a whore, and she tried to grab my spine,” Black gestured to his exposed lower spine, “and it turned out she was the target. It was fun to watch her blood spill from her chest wound.” He said and only Red laughed, everyone was quiet and looking at Dream.

“Thanks. Anyone else have any ideas what the creators might be up to in terms of what you’ve encountered during your missions?” Dream said, looking around.

“There’s been more, Sans and Frisk shipping, along with more angst.” Geno said, and murmurs of agreement filled the room.

Dream managed to get notes on everyone’s missions and the trends they’re seeing. It would be useful information for Nightmare, but for now, he could relax. The meeting then became a meme fest and when Blue dropped in a box of beer, Dream decided to leave, he had the worst tolerance and everyone knew it, it was only a matter of time before they poured it down his throat.

Dream opened a portal and dropped off his notes on Nightmare’s desk, his brother drowning in papers.

“You need help?” Dream asked and Nightmare glared at him, as if he had just insulted him in every way imaginable.

“Fine, fine. You struggle with your Everest of papers while I hide from the rest of the Star Sanses.” Dream said but was caught with a tentacle.

“Why?” Nightmare asked, grinning evilly.

“Blue brought beer.” Dream said and Nightmare laughed.

“You are going there and I will request a video of your stupid drunk ass.” Nightmare said and threw Dream in a portal.

“Traitor!” Drea screamed and everyone looked at Nightmare, ready for a fight.

“Get me a video of him drunk. I need one. Sibling code.” Nightmare said as the portal closed, and Blue grabbed Dream’s shoulders and chuckled as his left eye glowed brightly.

“B-Blue, we’re friends right? You wouldn’t hand over my dignity to-” Dream said and had a bottle of beer slammed against his mouth.

It was only there for a few moments and when Blue ripped it free, Dream fell onto his back and was motionless for a few moments.

“Just wait a while. He’ll be running around like a toddler on a pound of pixie sticks in a while.” Blue said and he kissed Red on the cheek.

“Devilish cutie.” Red whispered and returned the kiss.

“Be quiet. I don’t want them to know!” Blue said as he was picked up and taken across the room as Black put some loud music on.

Blue met Red’s arrogant gaze with his own as Red danced with Blue on the meeting table, taking a swig of the booze Blue brought while he was at it.

“May I have this dance?” Alt asked Sci and the flustered skeleton hesitantly agreed and was thrown on the table as Alt led the dance and never slowed down.

“So, how’s everything on your side?” Sci asked as everyone began to drink and dance to the music.

“Decent. No one’s going on rampages anymore. And Error’s been calmer than he usually is.” Alt said as he dipped Sci and kissed him.

“How come you can dip me when you’re two feet shorter than me?” Sci asked and Alt had a simple reply.

“Creativity.” Alt said and Sci laughed.

The Dark Sanses were hanging out like usual, playing video games and cooking when Nightmare came down.

“So, how’s Dream?” Killer asked and Nightmare chuckled.

“Blue brought booze.” Nightmare said and every howled.

“Well, it seems we’ve got some entertainment tonight!” Dust said as he beat Fresh in their video game.

“Yeah. What do you want for lunch?” Horror asked and everyone gave their answers. Meat for himself, something exotic for Killer, Dust wanted something mild, Fresh wanted a mix of flavors, Error was content with chocolate, Cross wanted chocolate as well, and Nightmare would scavenge off whatever was prepared.

“Alright!” Horror said as he rummaged through the fridge.

Error was standing outside the castle and looking out at the AU. He took in a deep breath and looked at his family, they were laughing, playing, and were able to seek professional help for what they went through, along with Dream who was a big help, and the world was at peace.

He was free to do as he pleased, within reason, and could interact with people aside from his family without being beaten or ran away from in terror. It was a good feeling, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hey Error.” Nightmare said as he stood next to him.

“Hey Dad.” Error said and Nightmare wrapped his arm around Error.

“Any plans for the day?” Nightmare asked and Error shrugged.

“Nope. You?” Error asked and Nightmare gave him a confident smirk.

“I have some ideas, but there was something I did find.” Nightmare said as he handed Error a piece of paper.

“What’s this?” Error asked as he opened it up and gasped.

“You, how?” He asked when he saw what it was. A crappy investigation of who Error could have been, done by Ink.

“I found it when he ransacked his cottage soon after his defeat. I’ve been looking into it for so long, and I finally managed to get a lead. Something we can follow.” Nightmare said, smiling.

“You’ve narrowed it down to an alternate timeline?” Error said, about to cry.

“Yeah. Ink suspected Geno, but he couldn’t find anything after that and gave up. But when he looked at Blue’s code, only the non-glitched parts pointed to himself. So what do you say, wanna solve this mystery once and for all?” nightmare said and Error hugged him as he screamed at the top of his hypothetical lungs.

“YES!” Error said as Horror called them in for lunch, it wasn’t done, but the chocolate was ready and Cross was getting antsy.

“We’ll be there soon.” Nightmare said and Error cried tears of joy.

“Wanna tell them?” Error asked and Nightmare shrugged.

“If you want to.” Nightmare said as the two walked back into the castle.

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