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amberskyyking · 13 days

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99% happy with my Bad Batch ending, but gonna have to fix the 1% myself. Cracks knuckles in malicious-canon-compliance

Tech is alive and I will die on that hill.

Implications Of Being Alive

SPOILERS FOR BB FINALE BELOW!!!

CX-2 had failed.

It knew its mission. It shook its head, its vision was compromised but it was still capable of identifying the enemy, even against the distorted blur left behind from the toxins and the toll of the battle below. But no matter. If Clone Force 99 wouldn’t be turned to their cause, they would be eliminated. It lined up the shot -

And was sent reeling as something struck it on the left, hard. The target was alerted, a new threat emerged, and it spun to retaliate a second too late. Cracking blue crashed into its chest and slammed it backwards against something solid.

There was smoke, buzzing, the smell of smoldering metal and charred flesh, and in the moments before the force of the electricity coursing through its biomechanics overwhelmed what was left of its physical body, it registered a face through the gaps of its helmet. Distinct. Battle worn. Familiar.

CX-2 shut down.

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Why was CX-2 being activated?

Why was activation causing it pain?

CX-2 opened its eyes, but it didn’t drop from its stasis pod like usual. In fact there was nothing beneath its feet at all. It tried to wrench itself free but a sharp sensation tore through its body and it suppressed a weak organic gasp. Something was undoubtedly wrong. It took a breath that rattled in its chest.

Senses impaired. Functionality damaged. Mobility… Impossible, due to the presence of the shaft of an electro-spear protruding from the center of its chest. Bio-mechanic systems compromised too, then, and a sufficient enough explanation for the pain radiating through its organic parts.

Hemlock sure had a lot of experiments, A voice drifted its way. What do you think was the purpose of these ones? Stasis chambers, training room, clones in weird armor…

Whatever he intended to do with them, it was an obvious failure, Came a second voice, rigid and clipped. No data, no explanation, no survivors? There’s nothing here to salvage. Hemlocks work will simply die with him. We’re moving on.

Yes sir.

CX-2 must have been activated in error. Hemlock was dead. It had no mission.

A gray-clad officer let out an exasperated huff and turned her back on it as her troopers began their sweep. CX-2 gritted its teeth and strained to see more of the room, assess the situation, calculate its options. The room itself clearly lacked power and most of the valuable assets in it had been destroyed. Through the viewport below it could see TK troopers prodding at the bodies of the other CX’s and dead clone prisoners. The officer continued discussing something barely audible near the lift, but it couldn’t activate its helmet to listen in, and straining its ears was useless.

A trooper crossed into its vision, blocking its view. It scoffed beneath the helmet, and the trooper paused.

“Uhh… Officer Bragg? I think this one’s still alive.”

CX-2 narrowed its eyes. Alive was barely the proper terminology. CX-2 was active, perhaps, it had survived, but alive seemed rather generous. The word held many meanings and implications, only one of which could be applied to itself, the scientific definition, nothing more. It was a poor choice of words. There was little alive about CX-2. It had no mission, it had no feelings, it had no life.

“Are you sure?” The officer huffed. “Remove the helmet.”

After a moments hesitation the TK trooper reached up and fumbled for CX-2’s helmet, sliding it off its head, and CX-2 found itself staring at the surprised officer with empty stoicism.

“I’ll inform Governor Tarkin,” The officer nodded. “Perhaps some portion of Hemlock’s work won’t go to waste.”

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There were no more stasis chambers for CX-2 to shut down in on command, but the imperials assigned it a single-bunk domicile aboard a Star Destroyer once its reconstruction was deemed acceptable. The medical droids never quite understood the complexities of its bio-mechanic enhancements. CX-2 resorted to working on itself when it wasn’t in self-induced stasis mode, assigned to a mission, or subjected to medical testing, and in time, it improved its own efficiency, accuracy, and stamina far past what Hemlock’s original design had allowed. Its results were indisputable. Despite the mysteries that remained of Hemlock’s work, its superiors were pleased.

Yet the enhancements came with its own set of curious drawbacks, and CX-2 had yet to discover the solution for them, which was unusual. Its malfunctions could typically be patched with specialized coding or tweaks to the inner workings of a particular system, yet once these began to manifest, there was nothing it had been able to find to neutralize them. The first incident came when it removed its prosthetic leg for maintenance and potential upgrade. The movements felt familiar, and as it implemented its ideas into the improved design it suddenly saw a flash in its mind of another scenario, another mechanical leg on a table, a different soldering iron in its hand, and a clone sitting across from it, looking sheepish.

I’m not surprised, It heard a voice coming from its own mouth. It has only been a couple of weeks. You’re going to need more time than that to grow accustomed to them, Echo, and seeing as you have insisted on taking wild risks this soon, an accident of this sort was inevitable.

The image dissolved and CX-2 sat frozen. It had been someone else before this, that much it knew, but before didn’t matter. There was CX-2, there were missions, there was the Empire. It was merely a tool, not a person.

It completed its work on the leg and attempted to push the strange scene to the back of its mind, though it couldn’t help but log that the clones name was Echo.

The next time it happened was, unfortunately, in the field. CX-2 usually worked alone but this time it had been assigned to a squad, sent to hunt down rebel insurgents in the Cadavine sector. The mission was supposed to have been a stealth operation, so when CX-2 found itself a visual on the rebel targets, it flashed a hand gesture to the TK-troopers below.

One of them looked at it blankly and shrugged.

Awww, I hate hand signals! A massive clone with a milky eye groaned overhead.

Perhaps it would help if you memorized them! CX-2 snapped back.

You memorize them!

I did!

CX-2 nearly fell from the snipers nest and had to stifle a gasp as the scene faded out. It’s systems, for a moment, had been overwhelmed by something on its organic side, and it took a moment to reset them before continuing the mission. The TK Troopers incompetence had bought them precious seconds, they were spotted, and there was no time to waste wondering about what it had seen. At least when the mission was over, it was still a success. All insurgents were eliminated.

After that, though, the malfunctions began to occur with greater frequently. CX-2 found itself unable to combat them with technical prowess or further enhancements - in fact, each time it made the attempt, it only seemed to instigate more incidences, more images to replay. Memories, it concluded, after working itself to a state of exhaustion one night when it should have been attempting to put itself into stasis. That was the pattern, they were all tiny memories of who it was before, of people it knew. Brothers.

Traitors.

They had opposed the Empire, each and every one of them, even itself. It wasn’t sure why. It didn’t matter. They had been enemies, it had hunted them, they were the ones who opposed it on Tantiss, who harbored the girl, who caused its failure that day even after it gave them all a chance to become like him. Hunter’s face was the one it had seen just before shutting down. If it couldn’t purge itself of the fragmented memories, it would at least lock them away under the weight of their betrayal, where they couldn’t affect any more of its missions. It wouldn’t fail on their behalf, not again.

CX-2 laid back, closed its eyes, and attempted to fall into a form of stasis. It didn’t have family. It didn’t have feelings, it wasn’t a person, it wasn’t even alive, was it? It merely existed…

…So why did it wake up with an all consuming pain in its chest when the little girl in its dream wrapped her arms around its waist and called it Tech?

I’ll be posting updates for this on A03!!!!! Find it/Subscribe here if you like, I don’t usually post full chapters to tumblr lol. But that man is alive and ima prove it’s possible!

#clone wars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #the bad batch #tech is alive #and I’m proving it #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season three spoilers #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #tbbspoilers

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nogacheloveka-blog · 3 months

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The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №5

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

Wow, this is probably the longest and most productive time for me. I don't force myself to do any of this at all. The plot just comes to me, and I am filled with happiness as I embody it. But I think I will still slow down the pace and post the plot development a little less often, so as not to feel bad when I don't feel like drawing.

I'm trying to experiment with the glow of the eyes. It seems to me that it turned out very ok =)

Error got a little carried away with knitting. But it killed two birds with one stone: he no longer needs to constantly tie Cross and Dust with threads, the effect now works without his participation. Thanks to the generosity of the Destroyer, Dust now has a cozy corner of personal safety under his hood.

The Bad Guys found a sewing kit at Kitty's place, so they were able to mend their clothes a little and not look like tramps (well, more than they do now). There were also a lot of sweets and other food in the kitchen, which now fills the inventory of Horror, Cross, and Killer. They managed to find out the properties of some food:

Almond Water Restores 15 HP and sanity. *you can never have too much

Greasy Marshmallow Restores -25 HP. *sometimes there is too much *makes your skin smooth and elastic *follow the recommendations

Fortunately, the recommendations were found in the notebook with some details:

I once saw how one idiot ate 50 of them on a bet and turned into a pile of marshmallow and fat. A terrible sight. Smelled like at Willy Wonka's factory. But wow, this thing is almost like chocolate when melted. Sometimes I'm ready to kill for such a treat. Recommendations: - Melt the marshmallow. - Do not melt more than 30 at a time. - The interval between marshmallow intakes is 40 minutes. - Cook it with Almond Water. - Make sure you are safe during use - its smell attracts dangerous entities.

This food looks dangerous, but they are not in a situation to turn up their noses. And the note about chocolate excited at least half of them.

As soon as Error finished making a knitted doll for Kitty, they all left her house. As the notes said, she moved them back to the halls of IKEA. From there, they found an exit to some underground corridors resembling catacombs. The air there was humid, and condensation had formed in some places.

The local architecture resembled a labyrinth with orange wallpaper and a smelly carpet. The corridors twisted haphazardly, and there were many more doors and stairs than they expected. Some of the doors had signs. Most of them said "Service Rooms", "Storage Rooms", and they found various things in them: cleaning supplies (Dust took some of them without any explanation), mops, knives (Killer took a couple, he didn't need any explanation), rusty muskets, wet gunpowder, bundles of wires, dolls, coins of different countries and denominations, boxes of rotten canned food.

There were also "Room 402", "13", "10". These doors led to living rooms, as if from hotels and inns, but some abandoned ones, with broken and rotten furniture. Nothing interesting.

Finally, the corridors became wider, branched out, and there were rooms with several passages, communications ran along the walls, in which, judging by the sound, water was flowing somewhere. They were both warm and extremely hot.

Finally, in one of the corridors where they decided to stop, Killer found a balloon, which he carried around like something funny. Around the corner, he found another one and a bunch of scattered confetti. There was also a disturbing graffiti on the wall. But the Bad Guys were no longer surprised by anything, having traveled for about a week and a half through constantly changing space. They stopped for a break in this remarkable place.

However, those who decided to flip through the notebook, Dust and Cross, were a little scared, distracting Nightmare from his conversation with the Destroyer with a flash of negativity.

Party people Very dangerous. Do not touch the balloons, poppers, and confetti. RUN WITHOUT LOOKING BACK. Do not let them corner you, and if you see signs of their presence, pray that they don't find you. Smart creatures, constantly hacking our databases and editing texts (be careful with "=)"). Recommendations: - Correct/delete pages created/edited by Partygoers - Run if you see or hear one of them. - Inform others, especially operatives [illegible], about any observations of 'party rooms'. Prohibitions: - Follow the balloons, party sounds, and confetti. - Make tactile contact with the Partygoers

They tried to calm down by the fact that the author of the notebook clearly sometimes exaggerated by calling things "lethally dangerous " and Error said that most things in this place work on them "not as they should have ". But in the main moments, the former owner of the notes was right, wasn't he?

Despite this, the short break went quite normally, no one bothered them.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

#bad sanses #cross sans #dust sans #error sans #horror sans #killer sans #nightmare sans #the backrooms #au #undertale au #bad guys in backrooms #bad sans gang #art

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anotherrosesthatfell · 6 months

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Okay I think I won't be writing Lily's lore until I finish my exams. So I'll just write the short summary or lore...? Yeah

Fgods Characters

Canon ending of her lore

╰┈➤ Intro

Ink introduced Lily to the star sanses as the 'new' stars member. Since she's still a kid, other members except for Dream don't like the idea.

There will be some scene about Blue telling bad sanses and Error about Lily. He will mentioned how he raised Lily for 3 years.

╰┈➤ Rising Action ✎

Ink and Error were fighting, Lily was there so she meddle in thinking Error is an innocent man because of his aura.

Ink got mad and slap Lily. Lily snapped and ran away with unconscious Error.

╰┈➤ Second Rising Action ✎✎

Lily is hiding from Ink, she didn't know Error is a destroyer yet.

Error sent Lily to omega timeline. Core let her stay. Nightmare visit Omega timeline because of business. He meet with Lily and incidentally kidnapped her because Dream was in omega timeline and was attacking Nightmare.

╰┈➤ Third Rising action ✎✎✎

Lived with the bad sanses for while until the star sanses found their lairs and attacked. Ink tried to get Lily by force but Error managed to save Lily thanks to Blue's help.

Error and Ink fought again. Fate got upset and tightened the strings of fate on Error's neck which causing him seizures. Lily took Error and ran away to black void.

Lily met Goth and Reaper. Reaper helps Error to heal his injuries. Lily understands what is wrong with Error so she cut the string of fate thanks to creator who favors her.

╰┈➤ Climax ➷

Instead of Ink finding her. It was Dream and he forced Lily to live in Dreamtale.

It was a truce, Dream and Nightmare made a truce. The truce is about Nightmare won't try to be close to Lily again and Dream will happily keep Ink in check. So Lily restore the world of Dreamtale and never get to meet anyone expect for Dream who constantly check on her.

After 5 years living like a doll for Dream. Lily ran away to her old void and ask for the creator helps. The creator help her escaped and Lily created a new world.

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onlyplatonicirl · 9 days

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With every step Gradient could feel the constricting pants squeeze and rub at his hip bones. He frantically paced down the halls of the Omega Timeline Marriage Center, occasionally walking with his hands inside the pants’ fabric as to give his sore bones a break. “Where is heâ€¦” While searching for Casey, Gradient passed all of the picture frames of past weddings which hung on the red carpeted walls. One of them in particular caught his attention. There appeared to be a picture, more like fanart, of Ink in a rainbow tinted white dress and a deformed Error the destroyer stuffed in an uptight suit, which he had torn holes into. Geno and Reaper, Ink’s dads, Undyne and Alphysâ€¦ those where definitely real. But this, this one was definitely fake. At least Gradient thought it was. He didn’t remember Ink and Error getting-

Just then Gradient heard a noise echoing from some far off hallway. He knew that careless, janky yell anywhere! “Casey?” Gradient dashed down the hallway, ignoring the biting sores that the pants aggravated with each step. His large tunic dress thing swooshed as Gradient pumped his arms, his fists hidden inside the drooping sleeves. Gradient gained speed. That is, until he found himself flying horizontally with the floor, nose diving into the carpet.

“Gahhhâ€¦ Casey?” Gradient pressed himself up to his feet and spun in a dizzy circle. “Casey?” Gradient called again. But the human was nowhere to be seen. Gradient felt something drip down his cheek. He lifted a finger, swiped it, and tasted it. Blood! “Oh noâ€¦” Great, he would be greeting the entire wedding hallâ€¦ and Casey, with a bloody nose. And his hips BURNED. Miserable, Gradient continued full force down the hall, coming to a fork in the hallway.

“Gradient?”

“Casey?” Gradient hollered, trying to find out where his voice was coming from. But who could tell? Gradient took off wildly to the left, just in time to see Casey’s arm disappear behind the corner near the end of the new hallway.

“Casey wait!” Casey disappeared.

“Gray!”

Gradient rounded another corner. But no Casey. “Casey! Just scream!”

“Scream?”

“Yeah, like bloody murder, so I can find you!”

“Huh?”

“SCREAM!”

“OK!”

A scratchy, pre pubescent scream ripped through the carpeted walls. This was Gradiet’s chance. He knew that Casey wouldn’t be able to sustain the scream for long. He barrelled full speed down the hallway, left, right, right. (Imagine this in slow mo.)

He rounded a final corner, finding Casey with his back turned and head lifted to the sky, screeching in strange intervals that sort of resemble Gradient’s own speech patterns.

Gradient got an adrenaline rush at the sight of this gorgeous creature and sprinted towards Casey, who turned around and spread his arms wide open. “Casey!” Gradient launched himself into Casey’s arms, while Casey afterward lifted him into the air, twirling him about.

“Hehe. Wheeâ€¦”

“Gray, you idiot, where were you?” Casey asked, setting Gradient down. Gradient clung tightly to Casey and buried into his chest. It was quite an odd image, as Gray was at least a foot shorter than his human fiance. Casey wrapped his arms around Gradient, trapping him within a sense of warm comfort. “I’ve been looking for you forever. I couldn’t stand another minute of your m- uh, Ink.” Casey leaned down and kissed Gradient’s forehead, making the skeleton blush like madness. He looked up at Casey with lopsided eyes and a dopey smile stretching across his face.

where’s the grasey wedding, huh? 🤔

ANON IM PICKING U UP AND SPINNING YOU AROUND THIS IS SOOOO SO SO SO CUTE 😭😭😭

CASEY PUTTING HIS SCREAMING TALENT TO USE!! And omg the kiss on the head. Just kill me atp I can’t do this anymore /pos LOL

THANK YOU FOR THE MEAL ANON I LOVE THIS I will look at this for seven hours now

#ask lorel #anon #tcoti #casey tcoti #gradient sans #grasey #I LOVE THISSSS

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cactusdeedrawdles · 7 months

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The brothers!

I realised the other day while thinking about Puppette's lack of family that the answer was right in front of me.

I love momma cq a lot haha

More under the cut :)

They're not from THE momma cq, but an AU of it where Pupp and Fresh bond over being there for Geno

Fresh is autistic (what I believe would have been considered aspergers, but from what I've gathered isn't really considered seperate from autism anymore? Not sure). He has emotions, he just has trouble showing and expressing them. He goes to college to become a doctor and scientist, specifically focusing on Magic Diseases and Illnesses, like Geno and Thei and Decans have. Fresh is aro/Ace, and he's besties with Decans as always.

Geno is chronically I'll and always has been, though he's fairly stable with regular visits to the doctor/ the hospital for magic illnesses that Fresh works at now. He's with Reap, and has had Goth, who's around 4 or 5 tops, a little younger than Ink. They have playdates. He's a stay at home mom, but he likes to write and quilt and garden. Hes also wheelchair bound, but that doesn't stop him at all. Reaps is still a Reaper, but is the family mortician, basically caring for the dust of people fallen and making sure it gets to family safe. This is a big job in a multiverse where the AUs just kinda fall apart. His powers are able to switch off and on, but he still wears gloves just in case, especially with all the ill family.

Pupp is Pupp, as we know. Puppette was taken from his AU after the original Error was killed, likely by being in a world when it collapsed and not getting out in time. He takes over Errors job, keeping things balanced and getting rid of AUs that are dying, hurting the balance (way too positive/negative), or when there are too many copies of the same AU (different creators, same ideas). He never gets to se his brothers, who have no idea where he is. Then we have his normal timline, where he gets fucked up (because the destroyer powers were pushed on him, not his original powers,but he was th closest to OG Error and th most likely to survive getting them) forgets his job, goes on a slight dementia riddled rampage, gets mollywapped by Dream, NM, Swap, and Thei, an forced to retire. He later finds Geno right before he's about to have Goth, and Geno reunites him to Fresh, who's almost done with his PhD by then.

Hope this is somewhat coherent, I'm exhausted haha. Enjoy 💜

#undertale #undertale art #undertale au #error sans #art #puppette #thei #dee's multiverse #ftfo #geno sans #fresh sans #momma cq #reaper sans #afterdeath #dreamtale

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undertalepinkhorsepro123 · 1 year

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What If? (A Forced Destroyer Idea)

I"M AN IDIOT I MADE THIS IN THE BEGINNING OF THE MONTH AND COMPLETELY FORGOT TO POST IT

PROUD OF THIS HERE IT BE-

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qstea · 1 year

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✦ Title: A night under the stars.

Pairings: Error!Sans / Reader

✦ Summary: You're feeling down after a heated argument with your closest friends and go to your place of comfort, only to be found by a familiar face.

Words: 835

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Outertale really was the most comforting alternative universe you've ever been in, and by far the most familiar one.

You and Error always hung out there in their free time, gazing up at the stars, pointing out a few constellations, and whatnot. You knew Outertale like the back of your hand, and it was your first go to whenever you felt down or needed some time alone.

Like right now.

You had gotten involved in some heated arguments with some of your closest friends, and out of frustration, you forced yourself to walk away to avoid further conflict. Now, you were sitting lazily under the stars, in hopes to clear your head. The stars here always seemed to cheer you up.

A static-like noise was heard behind you and your eyes quickly darted over to the location of the sound. The glitchy portal opened and a black skeleton peaked out, their unusual pupils landing on your own. They made an audible coughing sound in futile attempt to ease the awkwardness in the atmosphere between the two of you.

They finally walked out of the portal and fidgeted with the rim of their clothing, nervous. Error let out a few deep breaths before walking closer to you.

"A-Are you ok-okay?" Their usual glitchy voice has gone low and quiet with worry.

You shuffled around in your spot for a few seconds to come up with an answer, but your thoughts were interrupted by a shuffling sound. Error had plopped down onto the grass beside you, staring at you with a look of concern.

You didn't respond, and only looked up to the stars above with a distressed look. The skeleton could tell that you didn't wish to speak about it and nodded in understanding before joining you in star watching.

You couldn't help but look back down where Error was currently seated. They were so charming to you, something about them drew you in, all since the moment you first set eyes on their mesmerizing — yet intimidating — sockets.

You could recall the day the two of you had first met like it was yesterday, but in reality, it felt like it was a million years ago.

You were a friend of Ink's, and apparently the glitchy skeleton found out of your existence and strung you up into their anti-void. You could almost feel the strings pressing hard on you, wrapping your body together, stinging.

You were face to face with the most terrifying outcode you've ever laid eyes on, and they were easily one of the strongest. After a bit of being held hostage as bait for Ink, you two started to feel something spark between you two. You didn't know if it was fear or interest, at the time.

The black skeleton also seemed to notice how whenever you two interacted, it felt like the world around the two of you was moving slow, and every action between each other only lasted what felt like a few seconds.

And just after, Error decided to keep you.

Ever since then, it had became quite the experience.

In a good way, actually. You two eventually became the very best of friends and you begun to grow an understanding of their role as a destroyer and of their morals. Error also acknowledged your feelings and promised you a comfortable life in the anti-void.

Everything about them was just so appealing to you, so captivating, so unique and nothing quite like anything you've seen. Their voice, their sockets, their personality, you were convinced you were blessed to have met Error.

You snapped out of your thoughts to see a jittery Error awkwardly eyeing you unblinkingly. You had forgotten you had been staring and quickly looked down at the grass at your feet, your eyes occasionally darting back and forth between the ground and the black skeleton beside you.

The destroyer buried their face in their bright blue scarf in attempts to hide their blush, which matched the piece of cloth. Seeing this made you shut your eyes and giggle uncontrollably. Something about Error's way of hiding embarrassment was just so adorable and made them all the more attractive to you.

Something about Error's presence made all the previous sadness evaporate as if it was never there and had brightened your mood. You were so deeply enamored by them that it was almost impossible to describe it — all you knew is that it was real, true, genuine love.

You leaned into their shoulder, and they glitched out a bit. Eventually, they wrapped their own arm around your waist hesitantly.

You dug your face into the crook of their neck and they sighed in happiness, bringing you closer to them.

You were content with this sort of life.

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#✦ - teaskaa’s works #undertale x reader #underverse x reader #error sans x reader #undertale au x reader

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abhainnwhump · 10 days

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IMYM Chapter 31: Into the Castle of Night: Dream

(Content warnings: Minor gore, mentions of smoking, mentions of past torture)

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Dream, Cross, Blue, Epic, Core, and Error met up in Undertale. The original AU was uninfected by the corruption, hop. Whether it be from hope or something else, Dream didn’t believe it was spreading across AUs. But it was. The pressure and stakes pushing on his shoulders wanted to shove him to the ground. Millions of innocent souls would lose their way of life if he failed.

Error waited against a cave wall encased in snow. He watched the residents of Snowdin go about their business, unaware of their stalker. Undertale’s Sans and Papyrus battled in a snowball fight with Frisk. Error’s aura was nostalgic, but that changed as soon as he saw the group. “Well, you guys took long enough. We’re running out of time.”

Dream grimaced. He didn’t sleep well the previous nights as he kept having nightmares of everything that could go wrong. The first was the team slowly tortured while he watched. The second was Killer forcing Cross to be his husband in a double marriage. Then Dream turned to stone, or he murdered Ink. He blubbered and begged to be spared as Dream shot him through the skull. They shook the dreams out of their head. He yawned. They drank caffeinated tea and smoked before arriving, unsure how much it helped.

Cross sheathed his daggers. “I know. But it’s not a long walk through the castle. Dude, come on.”

Cross and Epic walked over to Error, who was going to send them to Nightmare’s castle. Dream and Blue walked over to Core. They found the location of the chapel and examined it. They formed an entry plan.

Cross and Dream stared into each other’s eye lights. They exchanged a hug. Dream took in Cross’s warmth and whispered. “Could we go to a movie or something when this is over? Just . . . something fun. Obviously. we’ll have more work to do once we defeat Nightmare, but a simple break would be nice.

“Sounds great.” Cross squeezed him a bit tighter before he let go. “Be careful out there, flower.”

“You too.” Dream let go. Error snapped his fingers and formed a portal. Cross and Epic jumped through the portal. The only sight Dream saw was darkness and a stone wall.

Blue and Dream walked over to Core. The Guardian of Positivity carried a bow and a quiver full of arrows. These were only traditional ones, he couldn't risk summoning his bow. But any help was good.

Core’s arms stayed behind their back and their hair tassels swayed in the wind. They didn’t make footprints in the snow. “Be careful out there, both of you.”

Dream nodded and grabbed his bow. “We will. And when we return, we’ll have Ink home and safe again. We can finally put all of this behind us and move on. I’m looking forward to that.”

They turned to the Blue and Dream nocked an arrow. Error tapped his fingers against his legs and rolled his eye lights. Core clapped their hands once and a large portal appeared in front of them.

Blue leaped through, but Dream lingered. Error's strings grabbed his arm. The destroyer gave them a smug look. “Kick his ass for me. Kick Ink’s too for getting us all in this mess.”

Dream sighed at the request. But he wasn’t all disappointed. Hearing Error’s support for the mission gave him more hope he would succeed. “I can’t promise Ink, but I will Nightmare’s.”

“Fine, fair.” Error raised his hand and the strings tossed Dream through the portal. They landed with a light thump. The other three prepared their weapons, looking at the chapel. The outside was gorgeous. Stained glass windows spotted the smooth white walls. Lush green bushes grew outside, a stark contrast from Mafiatale’s dull brown monotony.

Blue looked at the cars, then the guards at the door. He gestured for Dream to follow him. They crept into a bush and peeked out. They shuffled through the bushes and fencing, pausing whenever a monster moved.

“Is my aura going to be a problem?” Dream asked.

“I don’t think so. I can’t feel it.” Blue’s hand glitched and he summoned a bone by accident. He almost shook it away, but then he looked at the guards. They were hound monsters with sliver glistening armor.

Blue summoned another bone and aimed. He fired both of them, slicing through each guard’s face. They crumbled into dust. Dream sighed, hoping the entire mission would be this simple.

The two Stars dashed through the opening and into the building. The holy building smelt like cedar wood. Dream listened for the sound of people or more guards, spotting two more down the hall. Dream sensed Nightmare’s aura nearby. They wanted to defeat him now, but the plan required Ink first.

“Be quiet.” Dream whispered. He loaded his bow and shot four security cameras out. The shattering of glass caught the attention of the guards. Blue used telekinesis and slammed them both into the wall. The crack rang down the hall, echoing with the lack of sound blocks. Blue stopped.

“That’s . . . not really quiet.” Dream rubbed his temples, yawning. His eye sockets threatened to close. He ran after Blue and hoped the sound wouldn't cause more conflict than necessary. He focused his magic on finding Nightmare and the rest of the monsters here. They were all evil, he reminded himself, except Ink.

The Star Sanses walked down the hall, looking for more guards. Each time they came across someone, they'd knock them out with arrows or bones. It worked like a charm. They dashed into spare rooms and through doors whenever someone walked by. Dream's aura was palpable to the average soul, but he didn't have much to spare. His soul beat, trying to feed from emotions and stay alive.

Dream sensed Ink’s aura and peeked around the hall. He spotted him in a flowing gown of white and high heels. His pink eyes flickered around the room. Dream stared in both sadness and awe. In any other situation, with any other partner, he’d be happy for him. They wanted to go over and give Ink a pep talk, something to lift his spirits.

Ink must have heard them because he turned around with wide eyes. His bouquet shook and he gulped. He walked faster down the hall. Dream walked behind him, hiding behind pillars to avoid guards. Ink dashed down a different corridor, dress dragging behind him.

Blue prepared to jump the brainwashed skeleton and take him. Dream’s sleep magic was both calming and painless. He decided to risk it and teleported to the end of the hall to grab Ribbon. Blue missed and slammed into the wall, unable to control the glitch.

“Are you okay?” The Guardian of Positivity asked.

"Ow . . . yeah. Error's been helping me practice and don't tell him I said this, but he's not a good teacher." Blue wiped his pants off. Dream laughed to himself about Error as a poor mentor.

Dream loaded his bow at the sound of footsteps. Five more guards appeared, flaking each side. Dream’s eye lights darted back and forth. The doors to the ceremony were so close, yet the spears were too much of a threat.

Dream sensed his brother’s aura grow agitated, he could hear them. Depending on how many guests were skilled in combat, he could send more fighters on them. Dream could hardly handle the guards attacking them. He had to fight, but it was too much risk. The guardian looked for another option as he fired two arrows at once, pinning a man to the wall. He looked around and spotted another hallway, close to the left set of guards.

"Over here!" Dream shouted. He had no mercy left to give to them. They took away his best friend and so many more innocent souls. Blue followed him. They called for backup.

Blue summoned his hammer. He set his eyes on the left guards and charged at them. He swung his hammer and bashed a human in the head. The guard’s nose bones shattered and blood spilled down their face. Blue leaped to avoid a spear through his chest. Another security guard in a black suit pulled a gun and fired at Blue. Dream summoned a shield and blocked the bullet. It clicked against the gold magic and fell to the ground. Dream gritted his teeth. “Blue, up the stairs!”

Blue punched another guard and looked up to where Dream stood. He ran up the stairs and kicked someone else in the face. Blue bled from a cut on the top of his skull. "We are going so far off the plan . . ."

“I know, I didn’t think there were so many guards. I don't know why Nightmare wants Ink bad enough to hire all of these people." Dream panted. He listened to the angry shouts of more security running their way. He sighed and pinched his nasal bridge. "Blue . . . fire. Use the strongest Gaster Blaster you have. Please."

Blue wavered, giving Dream a look mixed with confusion and worry. The remaining guards made it up the stairs and held up pistols. Blue snapped both fingers and summoned a Gaster Blaster, one large enough to take up the entire hall. He pointed in the direction of the guards

The humans were incinerated into charred husks while the monsters turned into dust. Dream blinked the ashes away. At least they were a little safer.

"We can circle around now," Dream said with a sense of relief. It could have simply been because their auras were so negative, but . . . Dream felt much better after their deaths.

He and Blue circled back around the chapel. They hoped there was still time before Nightmare and Ink said 'I do'. Dream had a bad feeling about that. He also had a bad feeling as something grabbed his cape and pulled him away from Blue.

Dream gasped and kicked his legs in the air as a massive hand wrapped around his neck. It lifted him in the air and cut off his air. His lack of sleep combined with the choking made the world spin and darken.

“Damn . . .” Horror mumbled. “Knew there was noise. Can . . . sense a pest . . anywhere.”

“Let him GO!” Blue shouted and summoned his hammer. He brought it down on Horror’s skull and he dodged.

Dream looked down and focused on his boot. He struggled until he lodged his foot between Horror’s ribs. Then he shot his foot up. The move didn’t break his ribs, but he was injured. Horror dropped Dream and clutched the spot, coughing and wheezing. He was unsure if he would ever breathe normally again. The guardian stood up.

Dream knew he was getting himself killed, but he had to try. “Horror . . . listen to me. I know you’re the most reasonable of Nightmare’s team. He’s killing millions of innocents. If you help us defeat him and bring Ink to safety, we can help you redeem yourself.”

“No.”

If Dream stood a little farther to the left, his ax would have gone right through his skull. Horror threw it and they almost fought back, but Dream checked the clock.

“No time!” Dream grabbed Blue’s glitching arm, but Blue pulled out. He disappeared in a field of glitches the way Error did. For a second, Dream worried he left to go fight Nightmare alone. But then Blue teleported in front of Horror and landed a hit to the face. Small fragments of bone crumbled to the ground.

Horror screamed and clutched his eye, the one on the side of his cracked head. Neither of the Stars wanted to see Horror in this state, so they ran. The ax murderer lead them on a chase, holding his axe high. Dream let go of Blue and let him release his anger. He used his hammer to smash a vase and litter the shards across the floor.

Dream focused on the door. The smooth floors were slick and slippery with scarlet blood and dust. He listened to clapping inside the room. Oh stars . . .

Blue summoned seven tall bones to block off Horror’s path. The murderer swung his ax, attempting to chop them down like trees. But it bought them enough time. Blue grinned, wiping some of the blood off his face.

“Epic wanted me to do this. Dream, move.” Blue said. The guardian stepped aside and Blue cleared his throat. He kicked the door down with a powerful strike. Dust from the ground picked up and blew. He pointed at Nightmare and shouted. “I OBJECT!”

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Twelve tall leans towers with sharp points reached into the sky for intimidation and decoration. The giant vast walls were made of pure obsidian. Ornate windows were scattered in even patterns across the walls. Cross couldn’t see the designs well from the ground, but he knew they were astronomical. Nightmare loved his stars and moons.

“Geez, this place reeks of Nightmare,” Epic commented.

“Tell me about it.” Cross pointed to one of the largest windows. “That’s Nightmare’s office, let’s get this over with."

His voice trailed off at the end as he stared with a grimace. The last time he was in Nightmare's office was to leave his run-away note. Epic waved a hand in front of Cross to get his attention. “Hey bruh, is everything okay up there?”

The royal guard looked away, forcing a chuckle. “Yeah, it’s just . . . memories.”

“Whatever you say.” Epic didn't seem to believe him. He gave him a friendly smile. “If you start going into flashbacks, tell me. We can call Error and he-”

“No. I’m not going to run, not this time. I’ll be fine. Grab the syringe, the contract, and never come back here again.” He turned to look at him. “Alright, we need to look for a light gray stone with the letters C/D/H/K carved on it. The C might be missing though. Or scratched out. Call out if you find it.”

Epic summoned two orbs of light and set one in each of his hands. The magic glowed purple like his eye.

“Thanks, dude.” Cross took his orb and walked along the wall, trying to find the entrance. Cross walked down the left side of the rocks. Epic went in the other direction.

They felt around the smooth gray rocks, looking for anything out of place. Occasionally, Cross looked back up at the lights glowing in the castle. Everyone had to be at the wedding, so those were the sconces Nightmare kept lit with magic. Cross grumbled. This would have been so much easier if Nightmare didn't hate sunlight so much. The chronic clouds always made him miserable and tense, though he assumed that was the point.

As he wondered, Cross's hand grazed something odd. The jagged texture of the other rocks was replaced with something smooth. It reminded him of his plastic training helmet.

“Found it!” Cross announced. He flipped the fake rock, it was secretly a cover. A lever lay dusty underneath, he assumed it hadn’t been used in a while. Cross pulled the lever and the wall shook. Two sides of rock opened into a pitch-black tunnel. Cross coughed and pushed the dust cloud out of the way.

"Woah, how often did you use this?, bruh" Epic peeked inside the gap.

"About . . ." Cross hovered the light closer so he could see, "two or three times a month. I don't know when the Murder Time Trio last used it. I don't remember it being this dusty."

Cross led himself and Epic through the dark. The tunnel was crumbling dirt with glowing teal stones embedded in it. Dew from the walls filled the air, making it damp and cold. He looked around as memories of the MTT and himself laughing through entered his mind. Cross shook his head.

Focus. Remember your training.

Cross stopped at a dead end. Epic blinked. “You sure we're in the right place? It’s kinda . . . empty.”

“We’re exactly in the right place, trust me.” Cross put his hands on the ceiling and pushed. The sound of stone on stone screeched and light illuminated the space. It was a trap door disguised as a floor tile. He wondered why Nightmare designed his castle like this in the first place, or if he just found it. Cross was too afraid to ask.

Cross climbed out of the tunnel and helped the Epic climb out. Cross gagged at the smell, he forgot how bad it was. It was a mix of blood, rot, and mold. He coughed and covered his mouth with his hand. Epic scrunched his nasal bone, but he kept quiet. The cells were rusted and desolate. Cross was rarely ever the one to torture prisoners, that was saved for the MTT, but he did sometimes help. The guard still had guilt over the screams, though the voices of everyone he killed mixed over the years.

They walked past the cells with pitch-black bars. Cross looked into them, but luckily there was no one in them. Nobody could survive a dark, dank place like this. Not unless Nightmare wanted them to.

“The torture room is to the left, the center hall is the entrance to the castle. Stay close.” Cross used his commander voice instinctively. Epic narrowed his glowing eye and studied the dungeon, especially Dust's medical equipment. He left it in the torture room. Cross watched Epic snatch a few syringes, a scalpel, and walk up the winding stairway. Thirty-seven stairs, Cross counted multiple times.

They made it to the top and squinted from the light. Cross breathed in the smell of citrus floor polish and something sharp. Nightmare's apple stench if he had to guess. Cross followed his instinct. He used to walk the halls every night on parol, it calmed his nerves. So despite a few pauses, he remembered the route to Nightmare's office.

But something was different. Cross noticed it as he ran through the hallway with everyone's bedroom. His old one was empty, but a spare room now had the name 'RIBBON' on the silver tag with a bow design. It had to be Ink's room.

"Is that Nightmare's office?

"Give me a sec . . . holy shit." Cross's expression slacked as he walked inside. He repainted the dull walls pink with flowers and baby animals. A delicate vanity was covered in beauty products and accessories, neatly organized. He had a white shelf in the left corner with a collection of stuffed animals. His bed in the back of the room was white and draped with pink curtains and round pillows. There weren't any art supplies or drawings for a room meant for Ink, just some sketches of dresses.

It was a pretty dollhouse for a pretty doll.

Epic rubbed his temple with his free hand. “Huh, no wonder Ink lost his mind. I wouldn’t last a week in here, much less however long he was. What, ten months? Eleven?" He looked at a microphone on the desk, kept in a fancy case. Cross tried to imagine himself in Ink's shoes, being stuck day after day in this room and this castle. He felt bad for the guy. This was a level of depravity he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemies, Ink, Nightmare, and X-Gaster. Cross balled his hand into a fist.

"Yeah, dude. No wonder he's so screwed up. If Nightmare kidnapped you instead and did this, you'd outsmart him." Cross chuckled, trying to make a joke and lighten the mood. He scowled at the pastel room and turned around.

"I could, I'd pull an Uno reverse card and make Nightmare the doll. He'd look so bad in pink, I can picture it." Epic turned around and left. Cross followed him, the sickly pink room was too much. He didn't want to think about turning into a brain-dead doll too. Nightmare's office was only a few doors down, so it didn't take long to refocus on the mission. His office was unlocked. It didn't change a bit.

Cross and Epic split to look around the room. The serum was much easier to find, it lay right on the corner of Nightmare's desk. Cross picked it up and looked at the book it was on top of. Damn it, it could take hours to find the right spell, and what if that wasn't even the right book? Cross picked it up and moved it aside, wincing as he moved the syringe. It burned the closer it moved to his soul. Core had to know what it was, as long as they moved it away from Nightmare's magic. Cross held the syringe up to Epic and dangled it to show he got it. His best friend gave him a thumbs up.

Cross examined the serum further while Epic searched through the papers on his desk. Epic grumbled curses as he threw aside documents and whatever else Nightmare kept. Cross glanced at a few of them out of curiosity, he and the rest of the MTT sometimes debated what Nightmare did. Alliance deals mostly, who would've thought? He also had multiple checks for wedding purchases. He hoped Dream was okay there.

Epic pulled the one locked drawer, forming a half-smile. He reached for his belt and pulled out a silver lock pick. Cross watched him stick it into the lock and he fiddled for a minute. Then it opened with a clinking sound.

“Ah ha! Here it is . . .” Epic droned on the ‘s’ as he read a sheet of stapled paper. He flipped it to the next page and read that too. "Ink Myebi, what did you sign yourself into? Everyone knows you don't sign one of these things without reading the fine print!"

Cross looked up. Epic's tone made him skeptical. "How bad is it?"

"Well, bruh, this is essentially an ownership contract. It takes away all of Ink’s rights and autonomy. And I mean all of it. This controls everything from his clothes to his diet to his friends. Spoiler alert, he isn’t allowed to have any without verbal permission from the octopus. Nightmare thought of everything."

Epic set the contract aside and dug into the drawer. He pulled out the purple notebook branded with the word INK. Cross braced himself. Epic flipped through it. He paused at a page and facepalmed. "Nevermind, I jinxed it, he got worse. This kinda reminds me of a scrapbook. But instead of like . . . vacations, it’s a lot of pictures of Ink getting tortured, stalked, crying, and some random notes. You wanna see?"

Cross took the notebook from Epic and skimmed through it. He wasn't lying. Each entry went on long tirades about Ink and what torture he went through that day. The earliest was back in May of last year.

May 26th, 20xx.

I'm starting this journal to write my progress on my new project. I lack a name at the moment, but I'm simply calling it INK. I plan to create a living weapon like no other. If this works, it's a guaranteed success.

I need to learn if this is ever going to work. Ink's vials are unlike anything I've ever seen before. But I'm certain I can learn how to manipulate them. If Ink's witless mind can use them, so I can too. I'll watch him day by day until I learn what each vial's strengths and weaknesses are. I'll find what makes him tick. Then I'll send that upon Dream. He will never be able to resist, he's too much of a pacifist. Blue will be easy to capture and kill as soon as the guardians are down, a mortal could never compare to me.

The most recent entry was from that morning and seemed to be written in a hurry. Cross didn't want to read it since half of it was meaningless praise and adoration for Ribbon. He used more pet names in the one page than Cross had heard him say in a year. Even if he didn't want to admit it, the plan was a success.

"We gotta show this to Dream and the others," Cross said with determination.

"Oh, he'd have fun withthat." Cross whipped his dagger out and threw it across the room. It hit the wall above Killer's head. He leaned one arm against the wall, snickering with his knife in hand. "Boss is not going to be happy about you snooping in his stuff. But welcome back."

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Personal Recs! (General Audiences, Teen And Up)

Here are some of my personal recommendations! This post will include fics generally suited for most audiences.

Our Kind Of Intimacy by Moss-On-The-Bones (General Audiences, Complete)

Ink had the marvelous idea of making Error his canvas. A little over 1k words of Error being painted on. This is a part of a reverse big bang with @wewawoomp on Tumblr. Link to the art will be at the end notes.

Duplicate The Terror by Sye_Dye (Teen And Up, Complete)

This wasn't how it was suppose to go. Dream felt that he has done everything to get through to Nightmare, but to no avail. But to resort to this? He didn't think things could have gone so south so fast. He just wanted his precious brother back. Was that too much to ask for? It was an accident. Now he hurt his brother and he was not sure what to do. His brother sneered at him. On the other side of the room, another Nightmare glared at him. There were two Nightmares now. What has he done? In which Nightmare does not know what to do with himself and finds a new path.

Schrodinger's Gate by moondrift (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Disoriented and emotionally frayed from decades spent in the void, W.D Gaster suddenly finds himself at the mercy of a cold and arrogant alternate self. His doppelganger promises to return him to the void once his research is complete but before he can make good on his threat, Gaster is introduced to this world’s variant of his son and he is forced to make a quick, spur of the moment decision. This sole act sends unforeseen ripples throughout the Multiverse and hurdles Gaster on a perilous journey across it to find his way home. or Dadster plays hopscotch across the multiverse, unintentionally and intentionally acquires children, tentatively reciprocates Grillby's feelings, engages in actual literal custody battles with copies of himself, somehow steals a Bad Sans™, narrowly avoids death at the hands of Error and somehow flies under Ink’s radar for a shocking amount of time.

Don't care 'bout my Bad Reputation by Insecuriousity (Teen And Up, Complete)

Every monster in Snowdin knew that between the two Skeleton Brothers, Sans was the soft one. He never dusted anyone, always hid behind his brother’s legs like a coward, and had the stats of a newborn whimsun. The only reason nobody had dusted him yet was because only Sans could extract some mercy from Papyrus. It was goddamn hilarious, how wrong they all were, but Sans wasn’t about to correct them.

you become by theragingprophet (General Audiences, Complete)

you aren’t Real, but for him... for your little brother, you can pretend. (in which Sans is Papyrus’s imaginary friend, and magic is both a wonderful and terrifying thing.)

The One Where Sans Tells It Like It Is. (Or: The One Where Sans Is Number One Dunckle) by marauding_bagel (General Audiences, Complete)

When Toriel asked him to attend the meeting in her place for one night he thought it wouldn't be a big deal. Turns out Sans could not have been more wrong.

At Their Mercy by Devcipher (Teen And Up, Complete)

The multiverse had been perfectly balanced when the seven higher beings weaved it together. Through countless interferences, however, the balance has begun to tip, and stability is threatened. Fate's creation has been unresponsive to their warnings, and thus a solution must be made. While feuding with Destiny over a monster to be Ink's counterpart, Karma intervenes. Inspiration from Harrish6's Forced God of Destruction universe, but a unique alternate multiverse/universe of my own. Discord is constantly breaking the link for the ATM discord but: https://discord.gg/DgHWGnMNrs *EDIT: My server got raided twice please message me for a link lol* Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/devtemrys

Kinder Than He Seems by WrittenKinzy18 (Teen And Up, Complete)

Error is the Destroyer of the AUs. The sole purpose of his existence is to clash with Ink and destroy the entire multiverse. He has two easy ways of doing so: finding the Doodle Sphere, or killing the Classic Universe. No one wants to get rid of him completely, but they also can't let him roam free. However, when Classic himself is brought into their multiversal meeting, they find Error has always known where the Original Undertale was. In fact, he'd been actively visiting it as a friend. Were they really so wrong about the Destroyer?

Ancients & Champions by jisko2ijsko (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

After monsters broke free to the surface Sans thought that the humans would be the hardest to manoeuvre around. Nothing could have prepared him for what he found in a different country far from his home. He will learn more about the world, them and himself as he tries to deal with feelings and long forgotten memories. TLDR: Sans decides to travel to help Alphys and Toriel and ends up meeting more skeletons and experience many more adventures. Good thing two are really cute and the other four are actually very nice.

Turn Back Time by orphan_account (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Nightmare finally killed his brother. Dream is finally dead. Or so he thought. Dream also thought he was killed. He thought he was dead. But when he opened his eyes he's perfectly fine, unexpectedly. His pain has gone, there's no tendril piercing his body, and his wounds disappeared completely. Then a familiar voice greets him, chuckling softly. “Why are you looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost?” "Night...mare?"

#ut au #undertale multiverse #undertale #fic recommendation #fic rec #ao3 fic recs #mod sleepy

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