#when i saw i could glitch w blue n yellow i HAD to do it for him

[sleepystarsiri]

Bad Sans Poly w/Error

I was given a prompt to ramble about and... Ended with a drabble instead of a small ramble...

A drabble of 2536 words... Written over the course of 11+ hours. Fun!!

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Error was unsure of the BSP, happy for them, but unsure why he was jealous. Yes, he was single, but... He was happy being alone. He didn't have to risk another relationship ending by being glitched out if he was single...

He lost his first love that way. So why... Why when he was with the others did he feel like he was going to cry when he saw their soft, gentle affections toward each other? It hurt... It made his chest ache and his sockets sting with tears.

He ignored it, pushing the emotions down whenever they surfaced. He could sense the confused, wary looks from Nightmare, but he ignored them. He started to distance himself, holing himself away in the Anti-Void. He barely had the energy to keep up his job, but he managed to.

Instead of visiting the castle to check in, like he usually did, he just laid around in his section of the Anti-Void, bundled up in blankets and watching UnderNovela. That was how Nightmare and the gang found him when they got worried enough to break the unspoken rule of staying out of Error's 'home'.

It was... A chaotic mess, not the normal neat area Error preferred.

Error was asleep in his beanbag chair, curled into a small ball, wrapped in his blanket. He looked terrible. His sockets had bags under them and his scarf was messy, frayed and stained with chocolate.

Concerned, Cross reached out to touch Error's cheek before the others could stop him. Instead of crashing, like they expected, he nuzzled into the hand, purring sleepily. Cross stroked the bags beneath Error's sockets and Error yawned and slowly opened his sockets. His eyelights were hazy and unfocused until he blinked...

Then he gave a glitched screech and jumped backward, tumbling over the back of his beanbag chair.

Cue a freakout and panicked apologies from Cross... Followed by a pause as they saw what was in the beanbag chair. Error had been cuddling up to hand-made dolls of the BSP. He glitched, sputtering, and made his strings yank the dolls up to the tangle of strings and dolls that made up the 'ceiling'.

He hissed at the poly, glitching and blushing vibrantly. He tugged his scarf up to hide his face, emotions all over the place. Embarrassment, panic, affection, love, sadness, pain, anxiety.

Nightmare’s confused, shocked expression morphed into one of realization at Error’s emotions. He stared at Error with a wide socket and Error caught his gaze, tensing up. Shame flooded Error’s emotions as he looked away, his glitches increasing in number.

“Error...” Nightmare said gently, his voice cutting through the air of the Anti-Void, and the glitch tensed up.

“I d-don’t want t-to taaa-talk about it, N-Nightmare.” Error growled lightly, his voice glitching more than it had before.

“Error, we’re going to talk about it. One way or another. You look horrible. When was the last time you washed your scarf? When was the last time you left the Anti-Void?” Nightmare growled back, stalking toward him as his tendrils flicked angrily. Error winced slightly at his approach, feeling the weight of his anger, his concern.

“Yyyy-Yes-Yesterdayyy.” He grumbled, curling up and tucking himself into his coat. “I’m fff-fine. D-dd-don’t need ttt-to talk about iiii-it.”

“Error.” Nightmare’s tone went gentle as he knelt in front of the glitch. “Please. We need to talk about this.”

The glitch just twitched, shaking his head. He growled faintly, twitching violently, before he exhaled a soft mist of shimmering blue, red, yellow, and green. It dissipated moments after he exhaled it.

“I ddd-don’t want to ttt-ta-talk about it.” He muttered irritably, curling up tighter. He pressed his face into his knees, trying to remain calm.

“Error, please.” Nightmare repeated gently, reaching out and holding a hand toward him. Error glitched out, then muttered mutinously, but gently placed his hand into Nightmare’s. He fizzled at the touch, then calmed. It always happened when he was awake, if he didn’t outright crash. Nightmare’s lack of a traditional Soul meant his touch wasn’t as overwhelming or as painful as everyone else’s. “Thank you.”

“Sss-still don’t want-ant to talk a-abou-out it.” His voice glitched out a bit before he sighed and closed his sockets. “...But… F-fine. I’ll ttt-talk.”

“Thank you.” Nightmare repeated, clearly relieved. “Come on, Error. Let’s get you into clean clothing, fed something other than chocolate, and into a comfortable place.”

He gently pulled Error up, the glitch swaying slightly on his feet before he steadied himself. He winced and reached up to rub his skull, sleeve sliding down and revealing scratches and burns up and down his arm. He didn’t really care, since he usually was covered in scratches and scrapes. Ink’s paints were a bitch to deal with…

Nightmare gently grabbed his arm, pushing his sleeve up and Error blinked, eyelights hazy, before they focused and he looked at the scrapes.

“Oooh-ohhh… Ink caaa-caught me. Fresh-ssshhhh had to come ggg-get me.” Error said, reaching up to rub his face tiredly. Nightmare narrowed his socket, doubtful of his explanation, but not wanting to call him out. “Don’t give mmm-me that look, Nnnn-Nightmare. I’m not an iiii-idiot. I know whaaaa-at they look like, wh-when paired with my sss-state. You can asss-ask Fresh if you dddd-d-don’t believe me.”

He rubbed his arm, glitching as he tried to heal it. It healed a bit, then glitched back to how it was. He grumbled slightly, squinting at his arm in annoyance.

“...Alright, I believe you.” Nightmare sighed before he gently healed Error’s arms. The other glitched a bit at the influx of magic, then settled. He was trying to ignore the concerned (and suspicious) stares of the others. Killer’s stare was the most suspicious, but he was slowly starting to realize what was wrong.

“Glitchy.” Killer called lightly, firmly, and Error slowly looked over, staring toward where Killer was. His glasses were nowhere to be seen, so he was hard-pressed to see anything, especially not that far away. He made a glitched sound of acknowledgement. “You’re depressed, aren’t you?”

“Whaaa-aat Sans isn’t?” He quipped back, rolling his eyelights, but nodded slowly, making Killer’s sockets widen a bit.

“Are you depressed because of us?” Killer clarified and Error shrugged a bit, the reaction noncommittal. Killer rubbed his face, sighing loudly. “Are you depressed because we’re so affectionate in front of you?”

Error shrugged again, closing his sockets. He swayed in place, trying to stay on his feet. Nightmare moved and scooped Error up bridal-style, making him glitch out and nearly crash. He clung to his scarf, curling his fingers hard into the fabric. It took him a few moments to calm down, blinking away the error signs that popped up in his sockets.

“It’s not because of us, per se.” Nightmare told Killer and the others, adjusting his grip on Error and opening a portal to the castle. They walked through, the portal closing after the last of them was through. “Error, don’t fall asleep now, you need to clean yourself up and change… And eat.”

Nightmare gently tapped Error’s cheek with a tendril, but he growled and lightly nipped it, earning a startled moan from Nightmare. It took a moment to process and Error crashed while Nightmare flushed. The others started laughing at the two, while Nightmare huffed and continued to walk. He put Error down on a bed before backing off. Moments later, Error rebooted and his face flushed brilliantly.

“Sss-so-sorry-” He stammered to Nightmare, tugging his scarf over his face. Nightmare blinked, then started laughing.

“You really do have it bad for us, don’t you?” Nightmare sighed and Error hissed at him, glitching out wildly, then forced himself to calm. “Oh, hush, don’t get so defensive.”

Error just growled at him, carefully rolling to his feet. He staggered a bit, then caught himself. He blinked a few times, then squeezed his sockets closed, shaking his head wildly to clear it.

“Uuu-ugh. Ffff-fuck-fucking Voices...” He rubbed his head, then glared at Nightmare, crossing his arms and trying to ignore his embarrassed flush. “And ss-sh-shut up. I don’t waa-want to cause aaaa-any ripples.”

“Ripples?” Cross piped up and Error nodded, motioning vaguely between the members of the poly. Cross blinked, then deadpanned. “Wow, you’re more oblivious than I was.”

Error narrowed his sockets at him, growling lightly, and Cross rolled his eyelights.

“You’re an idiot if you think we don’t want you to join, stars, glitchy, we’ve been dropping hints for AGES!” Killer complained, throwing himself onto the bed, pouting at Error, who glitched in surprise.

“W-what?” He sputtered, confused, and Dust snorted, amused at him.

“Go get a shower and we’ll talk after, while you eat.” Dust ordered, Horror staring sternly at Error and nodding sharply, firmly. Error knew that stare, it meant he was to obey… Or Horror would bodily force him to do so.

Error sighed and nodded, then slowly made his way toward the bathroom to get a shower. He paused to take his scarf off, stroking the fabric nervously. Dust moved over and gently took it, knowing how it felt to be attached to a scarf.

“Go shower, I’ll wash this myself.” Dust told Error, who nodded, then headed into the bathroom. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he managed. He closed the bathroom door, then stripped and carefully headed into the glass-walled shower. He closed it and turned the water on, huffing softly. The walls were made of frosted glass, so he was only a vague dark blur behind the glass.

He stepped carefully under the stream of water and began to wash his body, careful of all of the injuries littering it. He was more injured from Ink than he’d let on, and didn’t want to let on. He heard the bathroom door open and paused to glance over, not that he could see. But… It was just one of them getting the clothes Error had left piled in the middle of the bathroom.

Error focused back on cleaning himself before he cut the water off and opened the door to the shower. He leaned out, grabbing a towel and pulling it back into the shower. He dried himself off, then wrapped the towel around his hips, walking toward the door. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and stopped, turning to stare at the long, irritated red gash across his torso. It went from his right shoulder to his left hip. He sighed, reaching up to touch it.

“Fff-fucking squid. Stupid f-fucking-ing Soulless abomination...” He growled lightly, pressing his fingers against the gash, scratching harshly at it. That was a mistake and he clapped his hand over his mouth, rushing to the sink. He doubled forward, spitting and gagging into it. The noise made the others rush in.

They were met by the sight of Error coughing and spitting blood into the sink, a long gash across his torso trailing vivid red down black bones. He groaned, bracing himself on the counter as he slowly recovered, chest heaving from his coughing and gagging fit.

“F-fuckkk-king abomination… N-need to figure out w-where the hell his c-coding core i-is-sss...” He huffed to himself, then pressed a hand to the gash, focusing. His torso began to glitch, dark pixels began to slot themselves into the gash, sealing it and hiding it from view. He sighed in relief, then wiped the blood from his mouth and chin, spitting the last of it into the sink. He washed it out, then turned to leave, only to pause at the sight of the others.

Oh. Fuck.

“...Error. What the fuck was that?” Nightmare tried to ask it gently, but his voice was shocked and confused.

“...Eh-hhhh. Geno isn’t m-mmm-my bro. I was Gee-Geno. I’m ffff-from an alternate tttt-timel-line, a darker o-one.” He tried to explain, scratching at the back of his skull. He was trying to ignore the lack of clothing on his part. “Iii-it’s hard to expla-aaaain.”

“...Sooo- You’re wary of being with us because you’re still in love with Reaper?” Killer asked blankly and Error glitched and shook his head.

“Oh, n-nooo. No. I haven’t l-lov-loved Reaper since I beee-became Error. I los-ssst my memories from-mmm before for a looo-long time… So the o-only-yyyy emotion I feel for h-hiii-him is fond remembrance fo-ooor a past love.” Error clarified, shrugging and lowering his hand so it dangled by his side. He shuffled slowly toward the door. “I neeee-eed clothes...”

“Huh? Oh, right! S-sorry!” Cross sounded confused before the group shuffled out. Dust left a pile of clothes, topped by Error’s scarf, on the counter. Error closed the bathroom door and dropped the towel, pulling the clothes on. Ah, the usual ‘Sans’ outfit… He hated it. At least he had his scarf. He put his scarf on, tucking his face into it, before he shuffled out.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, twisting his scarf around, in his fingers.

“So… Why are you wary of being with us, Error? If not because of holding feelings for someone else?” Dust asked, leaning against the wall and playing with a knife he’d stolen from Killer.

“...’s because ya lost… Yer first love… When ya turned ta Error?” Horror asked slowly, tilting his head as he looked at Error. He looked startled at being read that easily, but he nodded.

“Yyyy-yeah...” He sighed, closing his sockets as he rubbed his face. “Thaaaa-at’s one reason.”

He flopped backward onto the bed, throwing an arm over his sockets.

“What are the other reasons?” Dust was now interested, moving over to sit on the bed near him. He leaned down to stare at him, looking curious.

“...Ttt-tou-touch.” Error moved, staring blankly up at Dust. “T-touch-ch hurts. Nightmare ddd-doesn’t-n’t have a traditional Soul-lll so it doesn’t h-hurt as much… Nor i-issss it as overwhelming...”

“Cross could touch ya earlier.” Horror pointed out and Error shrugged.

“Ddd-don’t know why… Uuuu-usually I crash from tou-uuuuch.” Error stated, then froze as he felt a hand on his. His sockets filled with error signs, but he blinked them away. “Ow.”

He turned his head to see who was holding his hand. It was Dust. He stared, shocked, then turned his hand to gently hold Dust’s. He marveled at it, a static-y purr starting up in his chest. He couldn’t help it… Even with the pain, he was touching someone aside from Nightmare!

Sure, it was a bit painful, but nothing he couldn’t handle, nothing that he didn’t deal with daily. The glitching hurt sometimes… But… Stars, he missed touching people…

Nightmare smiled, looking away as his tendrils swayed happily. The happiness Error felt was clear on the glitch’s face and in his aura. He suddenly snapped his tendrils out, catching Error and keeping him from pouncing on Dust.

“Error, don’t jump the gun, you’ll crash. Small touches are the only thing we know are okay, we don’t know how you’d react to hugging, let alone cuddling.” Nightmare chided gently and Error slumped in his hold.

“I mmm-miss being able to-oooo hold, hug, ccc-cud-cuddle, etc others…” Error sighed, looking down.

“Baby steps, Error, baby steps.” Nightmare reassured, gently stroking Error’s skull with one hand. Error sighed and nodded slowly.

[florenceisfalling]

Can you do prompt 5 with anti? Cause like he seems obsessed with symmetry (frickn c i r c l e s, hating the name 'glitch' or anything that is related to asymmetty) and like show him hating all the asymmetric traits he has and he wants to control the other egos because they are 'more' symmetrical than he is (or maybe wants to make them asymmetric to 'create' symmetry)... Basically angsty anti lmao

hi yes !! thank u for requesting!!anti and chase used to be flatmates due to Manipulation™thank u @cest-mellow​ for helping me pick an ego to bully like. forever ago!

tw: violence, blood, scars, alcohol, mentions/vague implications of suicide :(

Fingers tugged against flesh as Anti dragged his hands across his face, letting his head lean forward until a thud echoed back from the mirror. The lights flickered overhead, jittery and soft. Even they were fearful of his anger.

His eyes were digging into their reflections. Not stormy skies like Henrik’s, not turquoise stone like Jackie’s, not thin ice like Marvin’s, and certainly not the gentle weather that lived in Chase’s irises. No, Anti was out of sync, off-beat, forest green and electric blue.

Before the temptation struck him to shatter the mirror, Chase’s exhausted voice called from the couch in the middle of the flat.

“Anti, An… Anti, I’m - can we talk?”

The monster paused, tempted to ignore his flatmate, but no - Chase had been hiding things, and he was always more honest when drunk.

Anti nudged the door open with his foot, fangs gnawing at the inside of his cheek, and took a few steps forward. In front of him, the bleary-eyed alcoholic sat on the armrest of the worn grey sofa.

Chase looked and felt like a mess, to say the least. His eyes were red and ringed with mauve, and his yellowing hair fell into them disgracefully. One of his shoes was apparently missing, and his shirt hung awkwardly off his shoulder.

Anti rubbed at his eyes again, and finally spoke.

“Jesus Christ, Chase,” he muttered, “What, what’s wrong?”

Chase swayed back and forth, looking up at Anti with the nervousness of a child about to be caught breaking the rules. He blinked a few tears out of his lashes.

“I was, well - Henrik talked t-to me, he… I saw him. Went to his house.”

The monster held back a sneer. Visiting the doctor, again? It was getting frustrating and tiring, smudging Chase’s memories all the time, over and over…

“Hen said… he said he… ‘sorry.’ Henrik’s sorry that I-I’m like you,” Chase stuttered, his voice lilting and dodging like a ruined cassette. “Th… that I left. He said you were sick, a long, long, long - a time ago. And he tried to help you, but you w-wouldn’t listen.”

Chase was crying again, shaking, coughing. “You never, ever said that. You, you said they adan, no… a… ab- abandoned you.”

While he spoke, Anti’s nails tore into his own palms. Before he could even notice, blood trickled slowly down his knuckles, dripping silently to the floor.

His flatmate’s eyes met his, gentle fear clashing with burning hatred.

Words bubbled uselessly from Chase’s throat as he tried to take back what he said. “Nevers… nevermind. Nothing, nothing, I, I sh-should be sleeping, I should be in bed, watching n-nothing-”

Out of sync. Off-beat. 

The drunk clumsily tried to ease himself off the couch and hide away in the silence of his room, but the monster’s hands were soon slamming into his chest, shoving him back into the corner of the side-table.

A sickening thud registered in Anti’s ears, and he tilted his head down to stare at his “friend.”

“Christ!” Chase cried, almost falling off the couch and reaching up a hand to clutch his pounding skull. “Anti, th- hurts!”

Realization melted down his features in the low light, like too much ink on a tiny canvas. “Wh- what are you doing?”

But Anti did not respond, leaning over and gripping Chase’s jaw, the skin warm and pale at his fingertips.

Sick. Abandoned.

There was a scar at Chase’s right temple, maybe a millimeter or two greater in diameter than a nickel. A bullet had crackled through it once, fierce and relentless like lightning.

And there was a box-cutter in Anti’s back pocket, suddenly so heavy and patiently waiting. It had spilled blood before, though the memories were fuzzy now - maybe Jackie’s?

And there was a second scar, an exit wound, on the other side of Chase’s skull, this one bigger than a quarter. It was more jagged, more violent, more twisted.

And there was a great, seething hatred within Anti’s chest, twisted in it’s own way.

Asymmetrical.

Chase was a whimpering mess, sobbing, confused beneath Anti’s strength. The foreboding clicks of a box-cutter sliding sharply open stole the breath from the room.

The scars were made even, balanced, whole, and a blood stain seeped, slow, into the grey fabric beneath.

In the morning, Chase would ask, bandages stuck to the side of his head, the taste of alcohol and tears still on his tongue.

“You just hit your head on the table,” Anti would respond.

It was only a half-lie.

#my writing #my fics #my ego posts #my ego hcs #antisepticeye #chase brody #henrik von schneeplestein #jse egos #blood tw #suicide mention #scar tw #alcohol tw #jse fanfic #fic requests

[sleepyfan-blog]

Recue Sci

fandom: Undertale multiverse AU

First part of this series is here. Previous is here. 

characters: SF!Sans, FS!Sans, Fell!Sans, Ink, Science!Sans, Dr. Alphys, W.D. Gaster

warnings: cursing 

word count: 3,152

Summary: The Fell Squad and Ink go to rescue Sci.

“Ink you better not have left the nerd in the ass end of some shit AU.” Red growled, his voice a low, bass rumble of protective irritation.

The creative guardian sighed a little bit and shook his head, before realizing that he was talking to Red on the phone and said “Sci should be fine. As far as I know, he's in his home timeline. I’ve gotten similarly irritated messages from Razz and Blackberry. Just what do you three think is going on with him?”

“... Did you not receive the text message from him less than five minutes ago asking for help? Or do you just not care?” Red snapped, irritated at how disinterested the bastard sounded.

“Hmm? Oh that. Yeah I saw that - I checked on him. He’s fine! I popped my head in to see where he was. He’s taking a nap on an exam table in Hotlands.” Ink answered with a shrug that the other Sans couldn’t see “He was probably just trying to avoid falling asleep - you know how he often overworks himself. There’s also a chance that he was trying to type something else and his phone autocorrected. He had it in his hand still.”

“... Is his Gaster still alive?” Red demanded after a moment, sounding even more worried than before.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Ink asked, curious and confused as to why that mattered at all. "But yes, he is."

"Because the Gaster I knew was an unmitigated bastard who experimented on me an' my bro for years before we managed to shove that old bastard into the heart of the Core? And the nerd's Gaster has decided that it's time to torture him? I know you have the whole 'I don't interfere with the running of timelines' thing but you take us in and out of our own and help each other with things all the time. And if Sci is all traumatized all to shit, then he's not going to be able to help you with science-y shit." Red growled "So come get me, Razz and Blackberry. We'll punch Gaster in the face for you and rescue Sci. All you gotta do is get us there."

"Hmm... In exchange for...?" Ink pressed, a small smile on his face, curious as to see if he could get anything out of the irritable monster.

"Ugh. Next time you gotta deal with Error's bullshit, call me up and I'll drop everything I'm doing to help you. No questions asked and no complaining." Red offered with a scowl.

Ink brightened up - getting this promise from Razz and Blackberry as well. He didn't necessarily need their help to deal with Error, but it certainly made the fight easier to contain the potential extra damage that Error could do to a timeline before they chased him off. And the fights didn't take as long before the destructive glitch decided that it wasn't worth his time to fight all of them at once - especially as the others had gotten so much better at dodging his strings. “Great! Thank you Red. I’ll be in your timeline in about five minutes or so - Razz and Blackberry want to see Sci as well. I’m sure he’s fine, and you three are overreacting a bit.”

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Six minutes later, and the four of them were standing outside of The Labs in Sci’s timeline, with all three Fell Sanses glowering at the door. “So why didn’t you just ‘port us in to where you saw him last?” Red demanded.

“Ah, you see - while I was able to open a portal to see where Sci was, they’ve managed to rig something that keeps me from actually entering the labs without being allowed in first. I’m not sure if Dream’s portals are blocked as well, or if they’ve figured out how to keep just me from popping in whenever I want.” Ink answered honestly, shrugging a little.

“Wait… Since when does Dream have -you know what? We’re going to table that comment for later. For now we need to get this stars-damned door open.” Razz hissed, stomping over to it and banging on it loudly “I THE MALEFICENT SANS DEMAND THAT YOU OPEN THIS DOOR. YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO COMPLY BEFORE I BREAK IT DOWN.” He took two steps backwards, arms folded over his chest. Ten seconds passed by very slowly, and with absolutely nothing changing.

“VERY WELL. SINCE YOU’VE DECIDED NOT TO COMPLY WITH MY DEMAND-” He paused for a moment, summoning a blaster and aiming its’ maw at the door, the blaster’s destructive ruby magic collecting between it’s bifurcated lower mandibles “I WILL BE OPENING THE DOOR RIGHT NOW.” He gave the scientists another three seconds, in case someone smart and cowardly decided to act. When they did not, Razz caused his blaster to let out a short, quick burst of destructive magic - Red and Blackberry summoning floating bone attacks as well.His blaster destroyed the door and only a small portion of the outer wall. It scorched a bit of the white tiles and sent debris flying further into the building, but all in all it was a very neat, well controlled burst. Alarms started blaring as the four of them walked onto the first floor.

Red hit the call button for the elevator, having teleported over to it as soon as the smoke had cleared and there were no enemies immediately in sight. He froze for a moment when he thought he heard a nervous squeak from the half-floor above him, and then smirked. He teleported up and spotted a small yellow lizard-monster who looked like the Alphys of this world. He stalked towards her, knowing that he would loom above her and rumbled “Hey there Alph. Now unless you’re doing something wrong there’s no need to be scared. I just want to talk to you for a little while, understand?”

“I-I… Y-You’re really… P-Pointy?” The nervous lizard monster stuttered, scrambling backwards, edging for the other set of escalators, aware that there were other hostile Sanses and terribly confused as to what was going on. The only ones they’ve met before have been kind and curious beings “W-Why are you he-here?”

“We’re looking for your Sans.” Blackberry called out, casually wrapping an arm around her shoulders, resting his chin on the top of her head “Now, we’re well aware that most Alphys tend to be very shy and curious monsters, and while you can get drawn into awful and tawdry affairs, you generally mean well. The Sans of your world is a dear friend of ours, and you wouldn’t happen to know why he’s currently passed out on an examination table, would you?”

“I-I… N-No I d-do-don’t. Th-The last thing I-I know, h-he was going to b-be running some te-tests with… W-With another S-Sans.” Alphys stuttered as she went completely still, her eyes wide and terrified. Her breathing was fast and she kept clenching and unclenching her hands “H-He said something about the o-other being sick… Th-The other S-Sans I think was named… S-Something with a D? He was wearing blue and had ye-yellow gloves and a cape. Wh-why was he wearing a crown? I-Is that S-Sans royalty?”

“Ink! Get your apathetic ass up here right now. Did you know that Dream was going to be visiting Sci today? He’s here too, apparently.” Red yelled, his eye lights briefly shrinking to pinpricks. If that fucking asshole did anything to either The Nerd or the Adorable Healer, he was going to pay with his life. Very slowly and painfully.

The Creative guardian appeared in a flash of paint, a little bit of a frown appearing on his face as he stared steadily at Alphys, one of his eye lights a green circle, the other a violet question mark “What did you say about Dream coming here because he was sick? I hadn’t known that he was feeling off.” both of his eye lights turned into swirls - though they were in opposing patterns “Did any of you know that?”

All three Fell Sanses shook their heads, Blackberry speaking up after a moment “I was under the impression that it was almost impossible for him to get sick - like you - because he’s a guardian as well and a lot hardier than the three of us.”

Ink frowned a little bit and answered “As far as I know that assumption is correct he does get me here in timelines that have low positivity due to the nature of his being, but I've been careful to avoid such places while traveling with him after finding that out. I found Sci asleep in an empty room on an examination table. These three have rather… Unpleasant experiences with Gasters in the past and are concerned for Sci's and Dream's safety. Just where are they? I am also very much interested in where some my dear friends are.” He’s leaning on his paintbrush and has an easygoing smile on his face… But one of his eye lights is a purple exclamation point, and the other is a red target.

“I-I d-don’t know wh-where they m-might be o-other than in the l-labs down be-below. B-But Doctor Ga-Gaster wasn’t w-with them during the tests to s-see wh-what might be affecting your f-friend.” Alphys managed out, taking in a couple of deep breaths, clearly trying to calm down and succeeding to some degree. She was very clearly nervous of the four powerful and rather hostile monsters surrounding her.

As if summoned, Gaster called out from below after a moment, sounding incredibly confused and slightly disconcerted “Why is there a giant hole where the door to the labs used to be?”

The four Sanses teleported in front of the Gaster, the still slightly trembling and terrified Alphys in the middle of them. Ink’s smile - which seemed a little bit sharper than it had been seconds ago - broadened a little as he stalked towards the much taller skeleton - his eye lights are still purple and red - one of them has concentric circles, the other a larger target “Where oh where are Dream and Sci? I know that you wouldn’t have been able to resist the opportunity to study a being from a different universe - particularly one as unusual as Dream is… So, where are they?”

“As far as I know, Sci is still running tests on Dream. You are all aware of the fact that he’s been losing MP steadily despite not actively using his magic or battling constantly, yes? He’s not physically injured, and from what I was able to observe of his behavior, it is quite likely that he has some sort of soul damage - which he’s been suffering for months if not much, much longer.” Doc G responded, folding his arms over his chest as he stares down at the creative guardian. Showing fear would be a supposed sign of guilt, and he’s done nothing wrong.

All three of the Fell Sanses swear violently at the same time, and the royal scientist has to teleport to dodge their combined attacks, sighing a little and sending a pair of his summoned hands to grab Alphys - not wanting his intern to get dusted by an overzealous alternate of his older son due to a misunderstanding. Ink, however, simply grabbed his brush and spun it, the paint hitting Gaster square in the chest exactly where the other had teleported him to, the momentum of the deceptive liquid slamming the esteemed scientist into the wall with enough force to rattle the other’s bones. “That’s not what I asked, although it’s concerning that Dream may have gotten injured in such a way, we do fight an enemy who can cause pain to someone’s souls if he gets his strings on a person’s soul, so the idea that he could also damage a person’s soul is not out of the realm of possibility. Where are Dream and Sci?”

“Sci is right here, and very confused. What’s going on? Why are you attacking Da… The doc? When did you four show up?” Sci asked, looking incredibly confused as he ran over and reached out to Ink.

“You texted all of us for help… Is Dream alright? What does he need in order to heal?” Ink responded, one of his eye lights turning into a blue teardrop, the other a purple swirl. “Is he still in the lower portion of the labs, then?”

“I have no idea where Dream is. He hit me with a sleeping spell… And I… I promised that I wouldn’t tell you all what was going on. He did ask me to give you a message, though. Dream said that if he never shows up again, it’s not because he doesn’t want to, but because he has no other choice. Also, he mentioned someone by the name of Nightmare… Do any of you know who that is?” Sci answered, looking both very worried and concerned.

The Fell Sanses shook their heads, frowning a little “Huh … Did he say at all who this Nightmare was?” Red asked for a moment, curious and reflective.

“I… he did but I… I’m pretty sure it’s related to the thing that I promised Dream I wouldn’t tell anyone else about.” Sci sighed, rubbing his face a little

Ink paused for a moment, reflecting “Occasionally while he’s asleep, he’ll call out for someone named Night or Nightmare. Usually he’s pleading in his sleep for the other to stop doing something. I’ve tried to ask him about it but he always avoid the topic. The name makes him flinch and very unhappy, so I don’t push.”

Sci went very quiet for several moments, his eye lights dull. He cleared his nonexistent throat and asked “Err, Ink? Would you mind getting dad down and fixing the wall please? The royal guard patrol is going to be swinging by soon and uhh… I'd rather not have to explain the giant hole… Or all of you, because fully grown monsters just don’t randomly appear in the underground. Especially skeleton monsters.

“Oh! Yes, that would be rather difficult to explain - and I wouldn’t want to cause more disruption to this timeline than I already have.” Ink murmured with a bright smile, teleporting over to where the hole was, readjusting his grip on his brush as he recreated the door and parts of the wall, adjusting the color slightly to make sure that it looked indistinguishable from the original. He then went over to Doc G and freed the other from his magical paint, ensuring that the other’s lab coat wasn’t stained either. Ink was pretty sure that if Dream was there, he’d make them apologize for attacking an innocent monster… But as Dream was apparently off being mysterious and secretive, they didn’t have to. He really wanted to know what it was that Sci was keeping from all of them and sauntered over to the younger skeleton “Mind if we talk alone for a bit, Sci?”

“As… Fascinating as your visits are, Ink, I really must insist that the four of you leave - we are in the middle of working on a very delicate replacement part for some of the older sections of the Core, and I need his help in order to do so.” Doc G murmured, walking forwards and gently pulling Sci to his side. “I am unsure as to how long all of this will take, but once started, it will require his full concentration.”

Ink sighed, rolling his eye lights a little as they changed shapes and colors quickly. He could just fix whatever minor issue was wrong with their power supply on his own - and then he’d be able to talk to Sci about what it was that Dream was keeping from him - but the Gaster was looking really stubborn and probably wouldn’t take kindly to him messing about with such things and irritable Gasters were annoying to deal with. “Fiiiine. Good luck on your boring project Sci! I’ll pop back later to see how you’re holding up.”

“Thanks Ink.. Uhm… Have you ever been to Dream’s home timeline?” Sci asked curiously, as if unable to help himself but to ask the question.

“Nope! I’ve wanted to, though. But Dream says that I wouldn’t find his home very interesting.” Ink said with a shrug. “It’s another one of the things that he really doesn’t like talking about, so I don’t pester him about it. Mostly because if I try he hides for a while and I don’t like it when he does that.”

“... What and you never thought that was weird at all?” Red grumped, glaring a little. He didn’t like the rather ominous message that Dream had asked Sci to give to Ink. Why and how would someone be able to trap Dream in his own timeline, when the other had the ability to travel on his own? “... And are you sure you’ve never been to Dream’s timeline before?”

“Well, for the longest time I thought that he was an outcode, like myself, Error or… Someone else.” Ink responded, not wanting to mention Fresh’s name - as he didn’t particularly want to gain the parasite’s attention right now. Mostly because Fresh liked having strong hosts - and the three Fells he was currently with were fairly strong for mortal beings and he’d rather not lose one or all of them to Fresh’s periodic need to switch hosts. “But I asked one day and he said that he’s got a home timeline… Somewhere. But I’ve never found any other Dreams before so… I guess he’s from an AU where there’s only a singular iteration? Which I’ve never seen before. There are always copies, even if they are few and far between. It’s really fascinating! And a new concept, at least as far as  I know. Dream keeps more secrets than we’re all aware of, from what I can tell. Dream’s a fascinating puzzle I hope to solve.”

The four mortal sanses shared looks with one another, frustrated that Ink said something like that, but unsurprised. The other was a soulless asshole - but Dream being around made him a bit of a better person. Or at least he pretended to be, which at least counted for something. Blackberry just sighed and rubbed one of his temples a little and grumbled “We should probably get moving then. Thank you for your time and information, Sci… As for you, Doctor Gaster - the attack was a bit… Premature - but if you ever so much as think of harming a single member of this Underground I will personally make your last moments agonizing.”

“Duly noted.” Doc G responded. He looked like he was torn between saying something more and staying quiet, but Sci gently tugged on one of his sleeves and shook his head a little. The head royal scientist nodded and sighed quietly as he followed the other into the elevator into the lower levels.

#cursing tw #my writing #science sans #swapfell sans #fellswap sans #underfell sans #ink #wd gaster #dr alphys

[illustratethestars]

NOT YET IN COLOR

Chapter 3: NOT YET IN COLOR

Penn sidles up beside you on the street, walking with head ducked under their hood. Inq, ever the showy one, steps gracefully along on your other side, silent and smiling.

“Psst.” Penn says, “I’ve found another chapter of Cyan and Yellow make Green for ‘ya, but it’s getting harder to get these chapters. I nearly lost an eye this time.” They hold a scroll, waving it, a temptation. “Yeah so I had to smuggle out a few words like the first time. I’m sure you can find someone knowledgeable to help you out.”

“This one? It’s got more of that ass, Dial. ‘Course it’s got RGB, too, and a special guest on his part. There’s some Character suffering, and I guess if you count frayed suits you could call it ‘body horror’, but it’s nothin’ you can’t handle, right? It’s going to cost you. How much is 1869 words worth to ‘ya?”

Penn seems surprisingly pleased by your offering of a blue ink pen, and happily accepts it as payment, giving it over to Inq, where the blue adds to her natural coloration.  “Much obliged.” Penn and Inq leave you, with a scroll and a new story to read.

CHAPTER 1 IS HERE

CHAPTER 2 IS HERE

Ch. 3 NOT YET IN COLOR

Dial had to watch over his shoulder every time he left the ☝🕆❄❄☜☼. Sure he couldn’t die by violence, and he could heal from most things, but that didn’t mean he wanted to meet an angry Magnus again-- or anyone else that cute little pumpkin Hero might end up recruiting. Adorable as she was, her habit of picking up big, intimidating friends was dangerous.

“Phew, I was right, ‘Y ‘ole talk-box. You sure did pick a prize fighter.” He wandered over to the 🏱✌🏱☜☼-thin cage. It had been only a few days, but the floor was covered in ink.

Cyan and yellow had been swirled together into lines vaguely resembling grass, with spatters of red imitating flowers, like a child’s drawing. In places, the colors had been trodden on, mixing them into an ugly brownish swirl.

One of RGB’s gloves, stained with ink and cut to shreds, rested on the floor of the cage in front of Dial. He was unsurprised, but intrigued. He tutted idly.

“That’s the thing about ☜👎✋❄⚐☼💧, ain’t it? When you’re indelible like we are, even the ☜👎✋❄⚐☼🕯💧 💧👍✋💧💧⚐☼💧 can’t take some things away from you. But they can sure do a number on you for a little while.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and waited.

Slowly, the screaming high-pitched whine came up again. RGB raised himself up from a corner of the floor, weight lopsided and movements jerky. Gold vines wrapped around the cage, with blue flowers blooming. His suit glitched and fizzled in white noise and static, black and white and inconsistent. A large black and white eye displayed on his screen.

It looked at Dial, at first. Then down, at all the ink. His own ink drifted upwards, slowly. This Version, the Negative, looked around as if perplexed.

Dial noticed it only had one shoe. Both he and the Negative looked around curiously.

A gold vine dipped down outside the cage and returned, bringing with it the shoe, small blue flowers beginning to bud and bloom over it. Negative reached for it, then seemed to notice his hands were missing.

He took a step, but without his shoe, he fell with a loud and painful-sounding crash.

Dial watched impassively as the negative ignored him, crawling with its arms alone toward the glove, until it reached the messy thing. Black and white with green and yellow smeared all over it.

It reached out to the glove, and the glove re-fit itself into its hand. The colorful ink glitched and faded to black and white again. The pieces were still shredded, but they fit.

The Negative pushed itself up and pulled itself to its shoe via the bars, and replaced that as well.

The Negative finally seemed to acknowledge Dial, looking at him with a tilt of its head.

Dial shrugged. “Dunno where the other glove is, I wasn’t there.” He admitted.

Whether Negative fully understood was anyone’s guess. It continued to wander slowly, pacing the cage, looking for the other glove. The vines kept looping around it, and the flowers grew bigger. They were starting to make Dial feel claustrophobic, as they were much less restrained than Negative was. The vines began to press outward, nearly blocking his exits. The high-pitched whine continued. Was it pain? Or just this whole creature’s existence? Were those the same thing?

He hesitated to call this ‘thing’ RGB, or even ‘He’. It seemed more… animalistic. Like Fears and Nightmares, without a true consciousness or stream of thought.

He looked up inside the cage and saw black spatters against the ceiling, like stars in reverse. He wasn’t sure when he had seen stars before. Had he? The vines began to press against his back. It didn’t seem like a conscious threat, more like a creature rolling over in its sleep threatening to squish him.

“Now you wouldn’t hurt ‘yer own cousin, would you?” Dial asked, more to hear his own voice than anything.

Negative turned to him briefly, as if just remembering his existence. Then it seemed to forget again, and went on looking. It knelt down and reached outside its cage. The bars 🏱✌🏱☜☼-cut into his sleeve, but he didn’t seem to notice, only picked up the glove and stuck it back on.

The whining grew louder, louder, ever louder. The blue flowers exploded around him as Dial’s head filled with the sound of the whine, until he had to clutch his head. He felt his knee hit the ground, but didn’t hear the ‘CLINK’, he only heard screaming.

After a moment, Negative hit the ground, too. Dial realized that at least some of the screaming had been his. The sound had ripped through his wiring like a band saw, then it vanished, leaving him with just a splitting headache.

He breathed heavily, ignoring the way the sound reverberated uncomfortably in his skull. Nothing could be quite so uncomfortable as that hellish racket.

The high-pitched noise had gone away. He briefly wondered if RGB had somehow found a way to die 🕈✋❄☟⚐🕆❄ ☟✌❄☜🕯💧 🏱☜☼💣✋💧💧✋⚐☠.

Dial stayed on the ground for the moment, collecting himself. He wasn’t sure what that was, but he knew he didn’t like it. He looked at the remains of the flowers. Blue roses. They were beautiful, yes, but very strange. Curiously, he picked up a few petals.

“So that’s how you’ve survived all this time, huh?” Dial mused. Whatever that negative creature was, it seemed to help RGB survive. He couldn’t explain the flowers, though.

He got up and went to fetch Hate. He could clean up the petals, but the vines would require some ☜👎✋❄⚐☼✋✌☹ 🏱☼✋✞✋☹☜☝☜💧 he didn’t have.

The whine picked up again, finally. It seemed to take hours, and it was only at first before the sound faded into the background. The vines were cleared away, and all but one flower had been ☜☼✌💧☜👎. Dial toyed with the single handful of petals, intrigued by them.

RGB -and it was RGB this time- was a mess of colors. His suit was a horribly ugly yellow-green with cyan detailing, a true eyesore, with spattered colors around that had clearly come from the undried ink around him.

“Well hey there, sleepin’ beauty!” Dial chirped sweetly.

RGB looked at him, but said nothing. Not that it mattered, his volume was off, but he had free hands. He could have turned it back on. He just didn’t want to.

“Naw, that’s fine, you always were a better listener than me. I’ll do the talkin’ fer us.” Dial assured, rubbing the blue petals between his fingertips and letting them fall where they may.

RGB seemed curious about them. Then he looked at his hands. Yellow and cyan dripped again from his monitor. He didn’t get up. He just sat and curled up, arms around his knees, monitor to the ground. His antennae tilted back. He didn’t want to see or hear Dial, didn’t want to think about his presence.

“You’ll be pleased to know, your little princess is safe ‘n sound. Led her to the marketplace myself. Found an ol’ friend ‘a yours on the way!” Dial chirped, stepping over.

RGB hesitated before raising his head to look.

“Mmhm, that ex ‘a yours! Crystal-head. Magnus. Hoo-wee he was madder ‘n a rattlesnake in a roller rink.”

Guessing by the yellow and red dripping from his monitor, RGB was pretty pissed, too.

Dial leaned against the bars. Their ❄⚐☼☠ edges wouldn’t cut him on the outside of the cage.

“Oh, yeah. We didn’t talk much. Your kiddo kept him from killing me, what a sweetie! Guess my charm works on her after all!” He beamed in mock-pride, watching RGB seethe with hatred.

Dial knelt down to RGB’s height, lingering right in his space, to annoy him. His ‘On-air’ sign flashed on.

“You know she’s going to come back.” He finally allowed his feelings to slip in. Smug satisfaction, knowing how things would end. “You know she’s going to die here.”

RGB lashed out to grab the front of his coat, and pulled him roughly into the bars. He may have been on his knees and torn to shreds, but he still had a remarkable strength to him, even as his limbs shook and suit frayed.

Dial let him get it out, watching the red leak onto the floor.

“Hoo-ey, you know I love gettin’ yer goat there, Cuz’!” He laughed and reached in to pat RGB’s head. “I thought your meadow could use a few more flowers.” He took RGB’s hat and pressed his arm into the bars.

RGB made a sound of sudden static as the 🏱✌🏱☜☼ cut into his suit. He let go hastily and withdrew into himself again, and Dial stood back up.

A few more spatters of red littered RGB’s makeshift fields. He stared at the fingerpainted grass again and, after a moment, cyan started dripping, too.

He seemed to keep one relatively clean space in his cage, presumably to sleep, since that was where Negative had woken up. The rest of the floor, however, was an increasingly muddled mess.

He slowly started to mix the dripping cyan with the red left behind, to create dots of purple flowers. Something new to look at, perhaps.

“There now, see? That’s right pretty.” Dial hummed.

“Too bad. It would have been so much easier to just… change your mind. I used to do it all the time.” He looked at the boater hat, considering it.

No, he decided, These things look ridiculous.

He shrugged and tossed it aside, into the clean white room, away from the ink.

“Best to keep that clean, now. You might need it when… Oh, who knows? Maybe Hate will let you have it back when you’re mourning this one.”

RGB looked up at him again, briefly, before returning to his work. Dial was starting to wonder if he’d cracked.

“There’s no locks to pick, no keys to steal, here. Maybe you are changing your mind. The hard way.” He mused.

“I must admit, I’m a little jealous.” Dial stepped away, toward the door. He slipped his hands into his pockets and wandered almost aimlessly out.

“I’d have killed to get this much regret out of you.” He paused a moment, thinking.

“Say… that’s not a bad idea.”

He stepped out.

RGB looked up, monitor dripping yellow once more.

After a moment, he leaned forward and gripped the bars of his cage with one hand, ignoring the split in his glove widening painfully. No, he gripped harder.

Yellow: the fear of pain and suffering. Blue: The sadness of loss. Purple: The curiosity of what would come next. Red: The anger of having his plans go so far astray.

Green: The joy of having a plan.

From the ceiling, a single drop of black fell into the mess.

He looked up and saw the collection of drying black ink on the ceiling. He couldn’t account for or explain them, but he had a good feeling about them.

He raised his other hand to the bars and squeezed tight.

He emitted another high-pitched whine, and his body shook, but he wasn’t going to stop now. They had one chance. He had to be ready for it, in spite of the pain.

#Tpoh #The property of Hate #tpoh RGB #Tpoh Dial #Tpoh Negative #Cyan and Yellow make Green #fanfiction

[askmyboys]

Vinny

Name: He was never given a name, buut if he were to escape out into the real world... he'd want to go by.... Vinny | Gender: Male | Species/Race: Glitch/Virus Demon (he's p much three things in one bc I decided to spice it up a lil bit) | Age: He doesn't really have an age either tbh | Height: 7'9" | Eye Color: See his eyes are a complex thing... his eyes can change variously, some seem more... complex than others- 1: He has all that coding n green in his eyes, you know like the 0s and 1s along with the green abyss in the background slowly scrolling downwards for infinity. 2: He can have a blue screen in his eyes which in HIS case isn't good. 3: and then just pure black which is the w o r s t thing possible. (as for just actual colors, it can be kinda like a stoplight in a way- except, just a regular green in this case which means things are chill essentially- its fine, yellow means he's cautious and tense, annnd red means he's angry- boutta get aggressive) | Hair Color: Shadow Black (his hair is in the style of an Extreme Spiky Quiff) | Appearance: He has one prominent suit- its got those tv color bars going down it EXCEPT they aren't as bright as actual color bars- he doesn't like overly bright colors- it messes with him, the suit also has glitches surrounding it- most people think its just part of the suit but its actually not- its a part of HIM- his pants are black and he usually wears combat boots- he has another suit he wears that just looks like pure static that has the words PLEASE STAND BY written on it which he'll pair with a matching pair of pants- the combat boots s t a y though. Aside from suits, he'll wear hoodies, leather jackets, etc- it just depends on his mood at the current moment- now he's got some more monstrous details/inhuman features... For starters, the monstrous features include him having bear trap teeth, his horns are in the shape of a bison's and they also look like color bars, he has a devil style tail that just looks like pure static, and of course he has black claws- he does have glitches that can surround him, usually the glitches and him becoming more static-y sounding are due to him getting angrier and angrier- however he does have to use a good amount of energy to keep all his glitches n stuff hidden. (oh and you know he has the circle beard n such and a few scars here and there, it seems to be mostly from fights and some look pretty severe) | Personality: I won't say he's evil and cruel, only when he's crossed will he show no mercy- if he's betrayed, a b a n d o n e d, etc- THEN shit's gonna hit the fan BUUUT we don't have time to unpack all that just yet! He's definitely a trickster, loves to pull pranks and mess with people immensely, he's been out in the actual world a few times- humans are his all time f a v e s to mess with, their reactions can be a m a z i n g! How terrified they look when they see this weird being come into their reality or when they don't even realize or know he's there, then its so much more fun- its like a ghost situation at that point makin people think their haunted which in a way they technically are! He doesn't know?? a LOT about boundaries or limits and sometimes he crosses those, ya gotta tell him otherwise it'll only get worser from there and he won't even stop to acknowledge that- he's oblivious towards some emotions and feelings (tl;dr: not evil n cruel unless provoked/betrayed, trickster who will prank n scare the living shit out of you, crosses boundaries and limits without realizing and needs to be told about it- and you better explain it properly otherwise he won't really get it, he doesn't understand a lot of emotions and feelings except for anger/fear- its mostly anger he understands a lot, he can be pretty manipulative when he wants to make a deal with a person- he feels he's gotta be in order to escape his computer-y confines) | Side Facts: He lives in this virtual-like world, waiting until someone gets his "virus" on their computer- in order to have his virus sent out, a person has to be looking up info on him and click on one specific lil site, oh they'll get details alright... S o  m a n y  d e t a i l s, hell why not have those details straight from the source- while his virus doesn't necessarily damage the computer itself, HE can do so if he desires- its usually a last resort option though in order to escape his confines- he's gotta make a deal with said person in order to get out- its essentially like a you do this for me I'll do somethin for you in return in a w a y. He's actually deathly terrified of factory resets and h e h- various other things that can totally obliterate his virus and if he's sticking around himself- oh b  o y- there's going to be... well, problems- a factory reset along with the other things- ya see- a factory reset is the equivalent to what an exorcism would feel like for a ghost, its essentially a death sentence for this glitchy virus demon and it'd be the most excruciating thing he could ever feel, he's actually almost been wiped out entirely by one before- so that's another reason to fear those things. Now he did have parents, but uh they... weren't the best- even when he was just beginning to develop they could tell he'd never amount to nothing, wouldn't ever be a strong and good virus demon, so they p much- ahem 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Abuse mentions both physical and mental-wise, degradation, abandonment, etc

His parents abused him, his father always tried to toughen him up and would get angry and MORE violent than he already was when his son didn't want to cooperate or fight back, his mother would always verbally abuse him- constantly berating him with insults, telling him he'd never amount to a good virus demon, that he was entirely worthless, etc AND his siblings weren't any better- they picked on him and beat him up a fair amount all the time- its a wonder he even managed to last as long as he did, growing up definitely was the most difficult thing, he never REALLY learned how to properly process any emotions- he never learned how to express emotions- especially if something is bothering him immensely, he'll just ignore it or bottle it up until it gets too severe to handle anymore, expressing emotions of any kind unless anger or anything was f o r b i d d e n to his parents- happiness? sadness? D i s g u s t i n g! He should be a n g r y, vengeful, hateful, m a l i c i o u s and everything horrible in between- he should be an ultimate being of destruction since he's a virus demon and eventually his parents gave up on him entirely annnnd kicked him out, they a b a n d o n e d him and have had no contact since then, o h but only if they could see him now... he's not evil or cruel just for pure spite towards them but he IS more powerful than he ever coulda been before, s o much more powerful... he has enough power to bring a fucking world to its k n e e s- even if his weaknesses are something such powerful demons shouldn't be affected by but nonetheless, he's powerful enough or at least he thinks so- maybe... maybe his parents would be... proud of him if they saw him now, with as much power as he's gained (spoilers: they won't, he's not malicious or evil or cruel enough n so many other wrong things) ITS NOT A L L bad however tho! he can be a p dumb himbo sometimes- he doesn't understand a LOT of human things, despite being a computer-like virus demon- he actually doesn't even understand much bout the internet, he's never given it much of his attention and the things humans do, its... it can all be strange to him? So aside from pranking n being a trickster- he can be p dumb when it comes to human stuff n internet stuff- boy gotta heccin learn bout boundaries n limits and some of the things humans do so he can be MORE human like- hell he doesn't REALLY even disguise himself, why should he care if humans n stuff sees him? He's fine like he is- and besides its funny to see them react with fear! and besides its not as if they can do anything to stop him unless they forcibly get him back into a pc and try to factory reset him but NOBODY would think to do that surely hahaha... ...healsoneedstolowkey-okayHIGHKEYlearntounderstandemotionsandfeelingsohecanproperlyprocessANDunderstandhowtoletThingsoutI'll probs add or re-do stuff later? I dont think much needs to be re-done but if I find it necessary meh it'll happen for now have this wreck of a virus demon

#new oc #my oc #virus demon oc #Vinny #tw abuse mention #tw abandonment #tw verbal abuse #tw physical abuse