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anfie-in-the-box · 10 months

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Dreamtale_Not_Found & Aftermare Week

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The main story here! This piece contains minor spoilers, so if you want to read it in chronological order please skip this one, please and thank you!

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Blackout

For barely a second, Nightmare is floating in utter darkness, and then there's solid ground of the familiar room under his feet, bursts of colours and sounds. Geno's laboratory. It's somehow easier to dream-walk into this room. There's no one but Geno himself, it's his space, their space — where he can be alone, but also where he can talk with Nightmare without caution. The roof of the skeleton brothers' house could be the second spot like that, but Sans loves stargazing as much as Geno does, keeping most of their shared soul, uneven parts of the whole, so similar yet so different.

Nightmare sits right on the floor quietly, waiting for Geno to notice him. He's working on something, muttering under his breath, and Nightmare has no intention to interrupt him. He's patient, and besides, it's always lovely to see one of his most important beings so invested, so passionate. It's almost like he's getting used to living on the Surface, with not one but two brothers, humans who are not murderers, and even Nightmare, although not tangible anymore, somehow has fit into this new life.

It's more than Geno ever expected, yet Nightmare knows, feels the negativity coming from Geno. His trauma feels bigger than the entire world. Nightmare, although he's been through a hell of his own, barely can relate. He still tries.

Geno sighs, putting his instruments away, and turns around. There's a small smile on his face, though. It grows when he notices Nightmare, sitting beside him on the floor. "night!" he shout-whispers, "been a few days! what were you up to?"

Nightmare leans closer, if not for touch — they apparently could only do that in the void of the screen, — then for smell. Geno still smells like determination extract, from his own dose and from all the experiments he's performed. It's become somewhat comforting.

"I was checking some AUs and keeping the journals in order. Also hiding them. One already got destroyed, I don't want that to repeat." Nightmare sighs. Geno clenches his palms, "jerks, all of them. you're brilliant, and kind, and you're an excellent listener, but all they see is your role. it's not like you're abusing your power!"

Nightmare grins softly. He knows Geno's rants to a word, and it's always a treat. So much resentment towards the villagers, but also so much love for him. Both make things to his poor heart.

"I love you," Nightmare says, suddenly even for himself. There's just so much he can't hold it inside.

Geno responds immediately, "love you too, night."

Right then, everything shuts down, from a lamp to Geno's devices.

Geno warns, "no panic, that happens. at least i'm finished for today." He then chuckles, "a blackout. how romantic. if it's happened to the entire town, we might see the stars. care to join?" Nightmare nods, then realises he can't be seen in the darkness and agrees verbally, "I don't see why not. Stars are always beautiful. They're always seen in Dreamtale; there's no Underground and no big cities, as far as I know, so no light pollution for us guardians of the Tree."

"quit boasting, we both know i'm jealous," Geno laughs like he always does with Nightmare, oh so very fondly. It's a shame Nightmare can't see his face.

They go up in comfortable silence. Nightmare would like to hold hands, but since it's not possible anymore, he can listen to Geno's measured, confident even in this darkness steps, the rustling of his lab coat that he once again forgets to take off… About that.

"Your coat," Nightmare reminds him, stifling giggles. It's wonderful to support each other even with these little things.

Nightmare still wants to hold hands. But it's either touch or Geno's freedom, and Nightmare would never make him choose.

Geno locks his lab and leads Nightmare to the main house with a short, playfully sweet "Follow me." Nightmare would blush if he could.

They go to the roof, the house dark and silent — "sans and papyrus are on a sleepover at undyne and alphys'," Geno explains. He unlocks and opens the door. They go outside, chasing soft, cool breeze, so pleasant for the body, chasing the stars and the moon, so lovely for the souls trapped in their own inner darkness.

It's beautiful. They're beautiful, although hurt and abused awfully.

"Looks like the blackout did indeed affect the whole town. We've got the sky all for ourselves," Nightmare says, a little smile on his face. Geno grins in return, "looks like it."

"Show me your constellations! I had to learn ours to show them to Dream, back when there were no villagers, and I'm curious if yours are different."

"sure thing!"

They sit until the morning comes, or, well, Nightmare sits; Geno falls asleep just a bit earlier, and although his back — or, honestly, everything — will likely ache terribly after that, it's not like Nightmare can bring him to the room. He's not tangible in Aftertale.

And a little after the dawn, he's back again in utter darkness, and then he wakes up in Dreamtale, smiling brightly.

What was supposed to be a routine visit has become a date.

How lucky they are to find each other.

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Credits

Undertale © Toby Fox

Nightmare!Sans © jokublog

Aftertale © loverofpiggies

Aftermare Week © bluepallilworld

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Special thanks to @bluepallilworld for the challenge!

Take care 🌻

#anfie writes #dreamtale_not_found #aftermare #geno!sans #nightmare!sans #passive nightmare #aftermare week #utmv

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shinechermont · 10 months

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Aftermare Week 2023 - Day 6 - Flight

Tagging @bluepallilworld and @dragon-tamer-1

#aftermare #aftermare week #geno x nightmare #geno x passive nightmare #passive nightmare x geno #passive nightmare #passive nightmare sans #nightmare sans #nightmare!sans #geno!sans #ac art

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bluepallilworld · 2 years

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Last year was absolutly amazing so let's do this again this year! Feel free to participate or not ;)

11th of july -> 17th of july

Prompts!

Day 1: Greetings or Bye

Day 2: Enjoy or Dislike

Day 3: Dawn or Dusk

Day 4: Turn around or Stay here

Day 5: Water or Fire

Day 6: Perfect match or Useless fit

Day 7: I will always... or You will never...

Rules! (Pretty much a copy of last year's X3)

- the ship "aftermare" is between Geno and passive/uncorrupted Nightmare. You can use the corrupted version but the 2 must have known the other before corruption <3

-you can use aus

- Nightmare must be adult obviously !!!!! (I'm saying that since canonly Night' had the accident when he was 6 >w<)

-there are 2 prompts for each day, you must choose one OwO/

-Ooooooor you can mix the two prompts ;). For exemple : day 4 -> "stay around" ; day 7 -> "I will never" etc

-Have fun, mess around, break the rules (not the rules I'm writing here tho 'k òwó). I love seeing creativity ! Jump over days, mess with the order, find an original way to follow the prompts or just ignore them ! The prompts are more guidelines than anything :D

-only SFW please UwU

-romantic or platonic ship your choice ;)

-you can include your own ocs or others' if you want

-don't forget to tag it as "aftermare week 2022" so people who want to avoid it can!!! (And tag me I wanna see everything) 🎉

If you're going to participate or are just interested by the event, don't hesitate to give this post a reblog ÙwÚ

Or to ask questions if you have some ;3

Version with prompts on it ^^

Tagging my aftermare buddies <3 @dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

#aftermare #aftermare week #aftermare week 2022 #me doing artz #I have mixed feelings about this year's drawing but welp #*excited noises*#go wild!#change their gender!#change their specie!#swap them!#make them an old couple!#make them crush for the first time !#give them a family!#make them suffer!#turn them into random objects!#only show a part of them or too many!#show them eat drink play live!#make them overcome hard stuff!#make a self insert!#make them act crazy!#give them a good night kiss and cool pjs!#use cliche tropes or try something nobody ever did before !#make them sit on a bench or dance in a volcano!#imagination has no limits #whatever you'll do...?#it'll be awesome #(◠‿・)—☆#you have more than a month to prepare (you're allowed to do it at the last moment if you want tho)#see you then!#no stress allowed only fun

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dragon-tamer-1 · 2 years

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I'm stuck between two ideas for the first day of Aftermare Week. Both ideas are so good, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#dragon talks #aftermare week #aftermare week 2022 #I'd put them together #but it doesn't make sense like that #maybe two separate entries for day one?#it might be the only way to settle my brain for these ideas #would i have enough time for the other days doing this though #hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #or does it make sense together?#why did my brain come up with TWO good ideas!?#it's hard to choose!!

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diofasolia · 9 months

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Aftermare Week 2023 Day 5: Fall

Aftermare Week by @bluepallilworld

Original Nightmare by jokublog

Original Geno by loverofpiggies

Original Askoltale Nightmare & Geno by @bluepallilworld

I made sort of a "fall version" of Blue's Askoltale Nightmare and Geno, cuz they're originally dressed in flower-made clothing

It's kinda a thought like: the flowers/leaves will begin to wither in autumn, what will both Nightmare and Geno look like when they're in the season of fall?

So the results are in here

Askoltale! Nightmare & Geno (Fall Version??)

#my art #me composing #solia art #solia music #aftermare week 2023 #day5 #fall #askotale #nightmare #geno #geno x nightmare #nightmare x geno #both of them withering together òwó #I hope I have captured the horro atmosphere correctly by making them smiling and slightly tilted their skull #the music is also aiming for creepy vibe as well #I don't know why I love turning my friends ocs into creepy version so much XD #also I accidentally make a gif that looks like they're swaying their heads while listening to the music #did I mention I love horror stuff before?#yeah I'm weird and I love horror stuffs

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come-down-that-tree · 2 months

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Prologue Previous

Warning: unjustified violence against a sweetie and some paaanicking :(

Come Down That Tree! (An aftermare story)

Chapter 16: Kutya pamutambo wemaruva

A week or so had passed since his little soul-to-soul with Geno and his injury…

While that arm was not fully healed yet, the other didn’t seem that bothered about it and even regained almost all of his limb’s mobility. He told them he got all of it back but Nightmare noticed how stiffly he moved it and how he favored his right even though it was obvious it wasn’t his dominant hand.

Nightmare bit into his piece of pear pie. It was sweet and juicy. They didn’t have such high-quality snacks everydays, so he was planning to enjoy it.

How long has Geno been here now?

The weather had yet to turn cold so it couldn’t have been that long.

It felt like it however.

The guardian licked his fingers clean and glanced at the other two. They were silently sharing some lemon bread.

The village must be in a good mood, it was more and more frequent to see Dream coming back bearing a full basket of food and gifts. They even now had a spare blanket and an old cushion they decided to lend to their guest.

…Do you still consider someone who stayed for long at your home and wasn’t showing any sign of moving out as a guest?

Geno met his eyes and slightly inclined his head.

He averted his gaze to watch a random blade of grass.

Oh, a ladybug.

“Is the pie any good?”

Nightmare nodded in his brother’s direction, not feeling like talking just yet.

“Nice. I’ll keep my part for later.”

If the definition of “guest” was, as of now, outdated to describe Geno then…what was he?

“I’ll put the basket away. You should go for an afternoon nap, Geno, you look tired.”

That was true the other had progressively slouched against his cushion during the meal and his dimming eyelight seemed to scream sleep.

He didn’t even answer the proposition and promptly klonked out.

That capacity to fall asleep fast and clean was impressive.

Nightmare stood up, dusting himself off and calmly helped Dream cleaning the last traces of their meal…while keeping an eye on the sleeper.

He couldn’t help but be pensive about all that.

He couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He didn't hate Geno. He didn’t fear him either, even though he saw hints again and again of how volatile and dangerous he could be.

Nothing happened recently.

It had been quiet.

They talked a lot. About books. About the sky. About childhood adventures and stories.

It was… nice.

And if he often found himself slightly leaning against his shoulder to sleep at night, that was his problem.

Two amber wells entered his field of vision without warnings and startled him.

“What are you thinking about ?”

He caught himself with one hand against the tree before answering.

“Nothing, nothing at all.”

He couldn’t say any of his thoughts, he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he told him he was thinking about how he didn’t despise Geno anymore.

“Hmmmm, I’ll let that slide… For now!”

With that said, Dream all but jumped on him and he barely avoided falling again. Shifting his feet to stand steadier, he glared at his brother.

This one was making pitiful wet eyes and he knew -oh he knew…- that he was going to be asked something he wouldn’t like soon.

“Soooo, I was thinking…”

And there it was…

“What were you thinking…?”

The doubt and carefulness he tried to convoy didn’t seem to deter his brethren. Sadly.

“You noticed how I’ve been given more gifts recently…?”

“I did… I assume the village’s mood is high for some reason?”

He got shaken quite roughlessly by that overly excited puppy.

“YES! Today is the first day of the Verflor festival so place is absolutely decked out in flowers! And there’re food stands and dances and music and we need to go!”

Nightmare gripped his arm, focusing on the sensation of a fistful of fabric under his fingers.

“We…?”

“...Yes, we. Come on! It’s been ages since the last time you went down! You didn’t even go borrow books recently…”

Dream trailed off for a second before bouncing back into his plea with gusto.

“I know we’ll have a blast! I’m pretty sure the central bookstore said they wanted to put up a stand with newly arrived finds, you can’t miss that!”

Oh he could. But the offer sounded slightly less bad after that statement, somehow. He was still not convinced.

“I’m not su-”

“And don’t wake up Geno. Guy’s great but you spent so much time with him recently. Can’t I request some wholesome brother bonding time when I really feel up to it?”

Yeah, he was not winning against this one. Might as well give up, enter the village for five minutes, find a random excuse and go back right away. Easier than to argue now.

“...Ok, fine. We can go for a bit.”

He was promptly released as Dream twirled around, looking truly enchanted by the news. After a few seconds of this show, Nightmare was once again caught by the arm and pulled harshly enough to make him stumble (again).

That day was going to be exhausting, wasn’t it?

“LESSSSS’GO!”

Surprisingly, the ruckus did not rouse Geno out of his food coma and they runned down the hill, clumsily, as they dug every once in a while their elbows into each other’s ribs.

And soon.

Sooner than Nightmare would have liked if he had a word on the matter.

They reached the village.

And, as promised, the verflor festival was in full display.

Fresh flowers -that kids must have collected early in the morning- were decorating every possible surface. Daylilies and bacopa pots were proudly displayed under each window. The mix of perfume was so strong that he wondered briefly how nobody fainted yet -as far as he knew. A bird-like teen was running around with a water can, making sure the heat was not getting to the vegetation.

That task must have taken all their focus as they almost bumped into him…and apologized without even looking.

The lean feathered guy just runned off to their next pot and fussed over a slightly damaged balloon flower.

“It’s been so long since the last time we went together to that event! How long has it been again?”

Nightmare pretended to think before giving his twin the answer he could have given in a blink.

“6 years, I think.We needed fresh flowers.”

“Ah yes I remember, maybe we should pick up some today as well?”

“...yeah, we should.”

Dream clapped his hands, looking satisfied.

“Then it’s settled! We look around, enjoy the event and pick up some plants -and maybe a book if you find something interesting?- before going home!”

And without waiting for an answer, Dream grabbed his hand and started energetically walking and making comments on how each display of flowers were installed and by who.

Surprisingly, he found himself infected by the other’s joy and quickly started truly appreciating the evening. Some people watched him curiously and some others were sending some rather nasty glares but he ignored all that and focused on his brother’s unending chatting.

They picked up some flowers and put them down their pockets, uncaring of if they’d survive the trip. A flower didn’t stop being pretty just for some bruises and missed bits after all. And both of them were now wearing flowers breaded firmly into their crowns, almost fully masking the glistening metal. Coreopsis, poppies and some treasure flowers for Dream. Delphiniums, lilies-of-the-Nile and some drooping verbenas for him.

The day was sunny and rays bounced across the windows, producing rainbows in water puddles.

The people were merry and colorful dresses and shirts were twirling around in every corner.

It was loud.

It was bonded.

It was so many things he usually avoided.

But somehow…

It was nice.

He could see a table set just down the street with books laying on. From here, he thought he could recognize a cover or two. That red one with the white handle casting a shadow of a knife’s blade, for example, was the cover of a story that was hard to forget…

“Dream, I want to make a stop at the book table just there!”

Dream didn’t answer and soon, he realized he wasn’t holding his hand anymore.

“He can’t be far, he was blabbering about some pie smell just a moment ago…”, he muttered as a self-reassurance.

When had he let go? Or was Dream the one who let go?

The streets suddenly seemed less welcoming.

It was loud.

It was bonded.

It was so many things he usually avoided.

After getting bumped into a few times (and getting insulted for it), Nightmare scooted against a wall and fiddled with his fingers, keeping an eye on the crowd moving around.

He just needed to find Dream and they could leave that place and all would be well! There wasn’t any need for stress here.

Everything was swell.

His hands were pulling on any bit of fabric he could grab onto and he really hoped it wouldn’t tear from the abuse later.

Where are you?

People are staring.

People are judging.

They’re staring. They’re staring. They’re staring.

Calm down, Night’. Deep breaths. Happy thoughts.

His legs were shaking and he couldn’t afford being seen panicking so far from his haven.

They’re staring.

That guy is staring. The children are staring and giggling at his misfortune. That mother is mocking him.

Even that dog is against him.

He needed…out!

But Dream?

Why did he leave him here alone?

Why did he drag him there at all?

Did he…?

A glint of golden metal caught his attention and he dashed in that direction.

Dream!

Unfortunately, he lost the trace fast but he kept running through a few streets just in case.

He just couldn’t bear everything so he sped off into smaller and emptier streets until he was finally alone.

Then, he crashed in this tiny dingy one-way street that smelled of anything but flowers and wept on his knees for a while.

Why must he be like that? Five seconds alone in the street and he started acting worse than a toddler. No wonder he was hated around here… He must have been such an easy target that any aspiring violence couldn’t help but look his way and see a snack.

His pants were damp from his tears before he calmed down enough to close the watergates.

The guardian raised his head to look around.

It was a fairly narrow space but some could still stand up without being squished together.

Beside the walls, he could see the sky and even the top of their tree, merely a green stain dotted with warm gold and purplish black against the blue of the day.

So small.

Nightmare sighed and vowed to only rest a bit more before heading back home.

That corner was void of flowers and he relaxed in their absence.

Wind was making dance two lonely leaves that swirled and twirled before being stopped by a wall then the ballet stopped until a new burst guided them to a new barrier and this, again and again.

Far away he could still hear some laughter and music but he ignored the background noise.

He ignored the distant steps, running and dancing, enjoying the celebration.

He ignored all those sounds to focus on the leaves, on the crown’s weight on his head, on the warm feeling traveling through his vessel of a body and some forgotten tune, he couldn’t name but felt soothing, flowed out of him.

He shouldn’t have, probably.

He shouldn’t have blocked out the rest.

Maybe if he hadn’t…

He could have slipped away in time.

Before the steps were not so distant.

Before the voices were right in front of him.

Before he was trapped with these three.

But he did, so when two monsters and a human showed up, he was taken by surprise.

After that?

There wasn’t much of a conversation. It had been a very one-sided ordeal.

They pushed him, making his thoughts rattle each time his back hit bricks.

Stay calm, they’ll get bored soon.

The purple hare tugged on his sleeves until they ripped.

He already went through this dance and song enough to know how to act to minimize dommages.

The plant bear clapped and hummed, not participating but enjoying it nonetheless.

Do not retaliate, it would only aggravate the situation.

“Ah that’s boring, let’s up the game a bit!”

He had been too boring, that wasn’t going to end well.

The last lanky teenager looked at him for a second before leaping towards his head.

“Give me that circlet thing! That’s too fancy for you!”

A scalding warmth spread through his bones at these words. And he dodged and let the guy crash against the bricks at his turn.

That was where he drew the limit.

Nightmare winced at the harsh sound of flesh hitting solid and crouched down in an action ready.

He wasn’t going to allow those to even dare touch his crown.

Soon, joyful expressions turned sour and he was attacked once again.

Some vigorous kicks made one tumble while another retreated.

One was on the ground, grumbling about stained clothes.

One was looking at him, calculating.

And the last…?

Strong arms caught him under the armpits and he was left wiggling in the air, captive by the superior strength of the bear monster who was towering over him by their sheer size.

Ah. He had lost fast.

He squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation as his aggressors came closer.

Then…

Nothing.

Silence.

A tremor runned through his holder and he wondered…

What could have made them hesitate all of the sudden?

End of chapter 16! Go to chapter 17?

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies Nightmare, Dream and dreamtale belong to @/jokublog

#Come Down That Tree!#chapter 16 #aftermare #wooooo it is twice as long as usual!#hope you enjoy that I guess I was so motivated by back to action time!#half of it wrote itself sooo easily #the rest wasn't hard but I wasn't as motivated anymore :3 #hehe two chapters during the same month I count that as a win #I'll be honest I thought about waiting to post because the opt out button has yet to appear for me but I decided it would not stop me #I'm gonna continue to create stuff and show it to you all' regardless of what could happen #I made a home here and I'll not leave because the pipes leak #have a nice day! <3

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that-one-dork · 3 years

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(Late but) Aftermare week! Day one: First meeting

Geno belongs to @loverofpiggies

Nightmare belongs to @jokublog

Aftermare week created by @bluepalleteuniverse

#aftermare week 2021 #Aftermare week #Dreamtale #Aftertale #nightmare sans #geno sans #Geno #nightmare #Aftermare #prompt #fanart #undertale au #multiverse #utmv #my art

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secret-time-is-here · 3 years

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Aftermare week 2021

Day 1 - First meeting

Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6 - Day 7

It had merely been an accident, when he had fallen asleep, he woke up in his own small realm. It was colored deep purple, black and grey orbs as far as the eye could see. He could even feel different presences from each of them.

Some were drowning in hatred, others choking in misery… but one stood out. A pitch-black orb with a particular feeling. One he recognized far too much.

Touching the orb brought him into the fuzzy world of a dream, a single skeleton much like himself yet far different sat alone in the long hallway he had been put in. The room was full of dust, a single human corpse lay in the middle of all of it, not far from the skeleton.

The skeleton sat with their knees pulled close, their head hidden away in their hoodie and resting on their legs.

Wary of the other, he watched from afar-his few interactions with the village fresh in his mind, despite how much Dream preached they were all good. The other seemed to notice but merely looked over to where the other was hiding with a smile, and then returned to his previous position.

It was odd.

Most feared him, hated him, were disgusted by him… had the stories of lies and rumors not reached this skeleton?

Before he could talk to the skeleton, he woke up to the tree yet again.

The next time he fell asleep and awoke to the world of darkly colored spheres, he knew where to go and what to do, and he returned to the gore-filled hallway. He didn’t dare speak yet, afraid if he did, he would leave like last time. So instead, he slowly reached over to the other. Each night sitting closer and closer.

Once, the other seemed to notice what he was doing and gave a small chuckle, but otherwise stayed as he was.

Eventually, after months and months of this happening-and the world outside of this hallway and his expanse of spheres became darker and darker-he finally sat across from the other. Yet he still couldn’t see the other’s face, hidden in his scarf and hood.

“...you okay?”

He froze when the other spoke, memories burned into his mind like the marks on his body. “You’ve been lookin’ worse and worse each time ya come here.” It was kind of sad he couldn’t tell whether that was an insult or general worry.

He slowly shook his head no.

The other slowly let his hands fall from in front of him, and slid across the hallway’s floor, turning over face up in an offer of comfort and a show of peacefulness.

He was glad the rumors didn’t reach this one…

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That was the last time he saw that skeleton.

His memory of how it all happened-the rush of power, insanity, and the feeling of blood and dust on his hands-was poor, but he knows one way or another, he killed off that damned village, transformed into a terrifying creature, and turned Dream to stone.

He hadn’t been able to sleep easily since, and therefore, unable to reach that skeleton again.

It must have been nearly a year after the incident-as he referred to it-that he began to tap into his powers, purposefully using them. Traveling across worlds and learning that food did no good to him anymore. Relearning to eat by feeding off the negativity of the less fortunate.

At first, the blood and carnage brought terrible memories, but he learned to push those memories back and continued to feed. Soon enough, it became a daily routine, feeding off whatever world he had found the night prior, perhaps joining in on the shower of blood-and moving to somewhere new by the day’s end. The night became less haunting, and it became less rare to find a night of sleep.

That’s when it happened, he awoke in the world of sphere’s-which he began to call the nightscape-and he was able to reach that one particular sphere again.

Carefully, he approached the other, looming over them. The skeleton seemed to react to that, lifting his head from his red scarf-hood falling back, a single eye staring at him, the other side of their skull melted.

“How’d you get here, kid?”

“I’m not a child, Mortal.” He seethed, far less scared than the last time they interacted, “You reek of loneliness... I just happened to be pulled to it.”

“No need to state the obvious, buddy.” The other returned with the same attitude, “How did you even manage to get inside of my dream?”

“Powers that I’m currently attempting to explore,” He shrugged, “What pitiful excuse of a life are you living to cause a terror such as this?”

“It’s called some brat killed everyone and I was too determined to die so now I live in a black space with nothing to do and no light except over a small patch of grass.”

“I’ll have to see it outside your dreams then...”

The sans smirked, speaking slyly: “Come find me then bitch.”

“That’s bastard to you.” He remarked just as coyly.

“I like you,” The smiled further, “Name’s Genocide.”

“Greetings Genocide, I’m Nightmare, God, and King of Negativity.”

All characters belong to their respected creators

Aftermare week was started by @bluepalleteuniverse

#Undertale #UTMV #utmv #aftermare week 2021 #Day 1 #aftermare week Day 1 #Nightmare sans #Nightmare #Genocide sans #Geno

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zu-is-here · 10 months

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Fall

Aftermare Week by @bluepallilworld

Geno by loverofpiggies

Nightmare by jokublog

#zu art #aftermare week 2023 #aftermare week #aftermare #geno!sans #nightmare!sans #passive!nightmare #undertale #undertale au #utmv #me seeing a word with many meanings: p u n—#I did plan to draw autumn like ''Fall in Love'' *badum tss* but I was too lazy to draw leaves so take angst ;D #phew I like these poses ///#UPD fixed. shh... ;D

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 10 months

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AFTERMARE WEEK: day 2- discovery/lost

lost into those eyes of yours i realized, there was nothing that could be done to still my beating heart

aftermare week is hosted by @bluepallilworld

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anfie-in-the-box · 10 months

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Dreamtale_Not_Found & Aftermare Week

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This last piece was very difficult to write, it's even shorter than the others. Why? Well, because it kinda contains major spoilers but also cropped to be less spoiler-ish. Cropping it was the difficult part. Now I'm not sure if I managed to keep the right atmosphere, heavy and hopeless.

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The end of a beginning

As the realisation settles in, Nightmare looks at the Tree with a pained, horrified expression. He needs to talk to Geno. And Dream, but his little brother is in the village now, so Geno first it is. It can't wait. Things are only getting worse the longer he stays.

Who knew he lived on borrowed time.

Nightmare is frightened, bitter, and suddenly so very tired. At least he falls asleep easily. His consciousness slips away into brief nothingness, then appears in Aftertale. Always close to Geno — the anchor, the centre. The love of his life.

"Hello, Geno." Nightmare greets quietly.

"heya, kid."

Nightmare doesn't correct him like he usually does. Geno only calls him that when distressed. It seems Nightmare isn't the only one having a bad, very bad day.

"How's… the Surface?" he asks awkwardly. He can feel how wrought up Geno is, how tense yet determined. It scares Nightmare more than his own fate.

"i'm not sure," and although Geno always says the same thing, this time feels different. More desperate, more insecure. So vulnerable. Too close to falling apart. At least he can't fall down, not with determination in his soul.

Nightmare smiles sadly and sits on the edge of the bed. He wants to comfort Geno, hug him or take his hand, but here, he is intangible and therefore helpless.

They are both foreign in their own worlds. It's a miracle Geno's alive and free, and Nightmare doesn't know what would happen to him, but nothing good for sure.

It hurts Nightmare terribly to see Geno hurting. "Can I do anything for you?" he asks. Geno smiles weakly and murmurs, "just sit with me for a while. when you're close, everything's a little bit better."

"Close yet worlds apart… Wish I could touch you," Nightmare sighs. "But your freedom is more important. Don't you ever think that I want you trapped in that stars forsaken screen."

"i know you wouldn't. you're too kind to wish that even for your enemies." Geno reassures, quietly. He then closes his good socket, hiding his face behind his palms.

"I suppose I am," Nightmare agrees.

The silence falls. Then Geno says, "i'm gonna do something really stupid tonight, y'know?"

"Yeah. So am I. Do you want to talk about it?"

"nah. do you?"

"Not really. Just… Remember that I love you."

"i love you too. so much."

They don't make any promises, don't say anything anymore at all, even though they don't know their choices today will lead to the end of their beginning.

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Credits

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I'd appreciate your opinion on whether I did this piece justice. Also theories about what's going on, what made Nightmare so distressed, that kind of thing.

Thanks for reading, and take care 🌻

#anfie writes #dreamtale_not_found #aftermare #geno!sans #nightmare!sans #passive nightmare #aftermare week #utmv

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