Memories

Ink by comyet

Dream by jokublog

Underswap!Sans from underswapped by p0pcornpr1nce || Blueberror by loverofpiggies

So what exactly happened to Error? I mean I get he died and stuff, but what happened????

WARNING- This story does contain self harm, self loathing, and ends with suicide. This is the the past before Inked!Error was created.

Dust in my arms

Part 1

Error sat up with a start from his makeshift hammock, his chest rising and falling with each rapid painful breath. He growled in frustration as he held his head, the memories of the previous dream beginning to fade away. The memories of Papyrus's smile still haunting him along with the dust that stained his clothes after that day. Error let out a small laugh as he thought about it, him, a real Classic Sans? Even if it was a genocide ending, it was foolish to even entertain the thought that his world would ever come back, he destroyed it long ago. His brother, his friends, he was already too far gone, they’d never accept him even if he could bring it back. He let out another laugh before wiping the yarn tears from his eyes and pushing up from the glowing yarn hammock. Time to get to work, stretching up he listened to the bones in his spine pop one by one before grabbing his bright blue scarf and jacket to throw on. He had AU's to destroy, and a squid to avoid. He just needed one win and this feeling would go away, this suffocating dread that clung to his bones weighing him down. Shaking off the feeling he snapped his fingers and opened a portal, ending up in an UnderSwap.

Ink was quiet, staring down at his vials with his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, forcing himself to concentrate. He had to measure out the correct doses of blue and red to make the perfect purple. Having the right shade was always imperative, he didn’t want to experience regret when he was going for curiosity. However focused as he was, Ink almost missed the faint ripple in the fabric of the multiverse, though decades of being on his toes due to a certain friend of his wasn’t so easily forgotten, and he knew that feeling was Error.

Ink huffed as he set down his vials, capping them, and placing them back on his sash. He’d forget to finish later undoubtedly, so he scribbled a note on his scarf before throwing broomy, who was lovingly placed on the table into his holster. Shaking off any jitters that still clung to him from weeks of not seeing Error, Ink couldn’t help but wonder what Glitchy had been doing so long alone in the anti-void. He’d ask later. With a bounce in his step Ink hopped out the door of the home he had so finely crafted and out into the doodle sphere. Ink followed the tugging sensation that echoed through his bones before grinning, yet that was his Error, no doubt about it. He stopped in front of a piece of paper held up by string, Underswap copy 3089. Dipping into the au, his grin only widened when he saw the carnage. Yep. Error was here. Ink began to follow the breadcrumbs like a bloodhound. It wasn’t long until he ended in the judgement hall.

By the time Ink got there Error was in the middle of his fight with papyrus. It seemed whenever Error came to a Swap timeline he always gunned for Papyrus first. His blue yarn already tangled through Blue’s rib cage, holding his soul tightly so the small Sans could barely even breath without pain filling every inch of his soul.

“W-we don’t have to fight,” Blue began but Error pulled his soul leaving his body before shattering.

“Sans!” Papyrus screamed, bright orange tears rolling from his eyes sockets as his brother dusted before his eyes. “You… You…! You dirty brother killer,” He growled while summoning a gaster blaster. “Let go of Chara so she can reset.”

“Chara?” Error said with a laugh while summoning his own blaster, “Never going to happen.” A battle erupted between the two until papyrus finally got caught in Error’s web of yarn, “Any last words before I end your sad existence you abomination? No? Alright.” He fired.

Ink had been watching in silence, wondering whether this AU’s Papyrus could hold his own. From the look of things, the answer was no. Ink watched for a moment more, Papyrus becoming tangled in Error’s yarn, he was losing his grip. Right when the glint of hopelessness filled Pap’s sockets Ink stepped in with a harsh yank of his brush against the strings, blocking what would have been a death blow. He had to admit, he always loved that expression on Error’s face, confusion, shock, dismay, and then anger. With a wink Ink hollered over. “Hey Error, didja miss me?” He didn’t even give him time to answer as he yanked the strongs as hard as he could and threw his Glitchy across the room.

The throw made Error hit a pillar making it crumble behind him, but he brushed it off, getting up and summoning a baster. He didn’t say a word as he focused on the fight, he couldn’t lose, not again, not like this… If he focused then maybe he could win. He clenched his teeth as he kept firing on Ink, hoping he’d slip up, hoping he’d finally get the upper hand, he had to keep an eye on that squid. God did he want to yell at him, to tell him to leave but his energy was already dropping, he couldn’t waste an ounce on anything but focusing on winning.

“Woah!” Ink said throwing up a shield with his bones made of ink to block the blast. “Somebody’s cranky,” He chirped, the moment there was a lull in the bombardment of attacks Ink made a break for it, darting out in a zigzag motion across the floor to get closer.

Error watched him move taking a few quick steps back before throwing up his bones in protection and teleporting even further back. “Would be a lot happier if I didn’t see your stupid face!” He growled in annoyance throwing up more glitching bones for protection. He could feel failure weighing him down, but he couldn’t give up, not yet, the fight could still be his!

Ink couldn’t help but snicker at his rival’s tone, “Awe but I look so handsome! Who wouldn’t be happy to see me?” Ink tittered. Many people actually, but Ink wasn’t about to say that. Seeing Error throw up his bone attacks Ink couldn’t help but roll his eyes, they both knew they weren’t a problem for Ink. Flicking his brush in his hand he broke through them with ease before rushing his glitch. He pounced on Error, knocking him down and pinning him, a hand crawling up under the destroyer’s jacket.

“G̶̬̣̬͆̄È̸͇T̶̬̐̉̀͜ ̵̭͊Ỏ̵̩̈̏F̷̧̪̺̕F̸̩̑̇͂ ̷͚̅́͘O̵̞͓͌ͅF̵̛̻̐̋ ̸͙̭͚̏͝M̴̝̆̓Ḛ̷̳́̍!̴̨͚͙͂̐͒” Error nearly screamed as it took everything in his body not to reboot. Ink didn’t respond as he felt Error’s body stiffen under him, still as stone until the earthquake of glitches covered him. Ink ignored it though, grin widening even more when he finally grabbed something soft and warm and filled with determination. With one quick tug he snapped it free, the human soul glowing in his hands. Ink giggled as the world shivered and rippled beneath the two as the true reset took over. Now their fight could really start. However Error was already low on energy. Finally kicked Ink off himself and got back to his feet before he took a few steps back, “S̶͗͝t̶̀̑ä̶́̽y̴̒̅ ̸̈́̕ả̴̏w̴̽͆a̵̛͂y̴̌̾ ̷́̚f̴̈́̚r̸̈͌o̵̎̋m̶̰͗ ̴͌̚m̴͒̐ë̸͑ !” Error huffed in exhaustion. His warning seemed to fall upon deaf ears as Ink’s smile widened. Usually Ink would back off the moment Error didn’t immediately go for his throat. He wasn’t the type to just go all out unless he had to but… He hadn’t seen his destroyer in so long, he missed his glitch and it seemed like the times Error was going out to destroy a helpless AU were growing further and further apart. Maybe he was just busy watching undernovela or something but Ink couldn’t help but fixate on it. He wanted to make the most out of this fight, he wanted to poke and prod at the other. He wanted to listen to his angry glitchy words as he insulted Ink with all his might. He wanted Error, he needed him.

“Error~” Ink smiled, something like delight welled up in his chest the angier Error got. Ink wanted to both sip on some yellow paint and puke. Cocking his head to the side he watched Error get into a defensive position, so he lunged at him, broomy raised for the attack.

Error’s sockets widened as he snapped his fingers to teleport but nothing happened, he’d used too much magic, he couldn’t. His eyes locked on Ink’s for a moment before he moved to dodge but he didn’t have enough time. Ink hadn’t expected his attack to land at all, or even come close. He was sure that the destroyer had enough time to dodge, evade, or hell even block the blow. It all happened almost in slow motion, Ink lunging, and realizing the other wasn’t moving.

Error wasn’t dodging, why wasn’t he dodging.

Ink tried to pull back but there was no time, no time to take back his swing, no time to even lessen the blow. Inside he begged for Error to move, he couldn’t hurt his Glitchy like this. He caught the sight of Error beginning to move but it was too late. The brush collided with a sickening crunch, knocking all the air from Error’s nonexistent lung and sending him flying back like a ragdoll into the golden walls of the judgement hall. Ink was stunned as he watched in horror, as Error crumbled to the ground, any magic left in him fading from his eyes, he didn’t even have an ounce of his own determination. He slid down to a sitting position, in which Ink found the strength to step forwards, but his small movement was nothing compared to what happened next. The crack that had formed from Error’s collision reached up the wall, and made the ceiling crumble, falling onto him. Ink was nowhere fast enough, reaching the now pile of debris that crushed Error once it was too late. Everything went blurry for the destroyer as he sat under the pile, completely trapped, he let out a huff of pain, everything hurt.

Ink gazed upon the pile in abject horror, “Error…?” He breathed, hoping that his rival would get up. He was strong, he could just use a blaster, or his yarn, yeah, he’d get up for sure. Ink watched, he could only watch, his body wouldn’t allow him to move as he waited. Nothing changed, Error remained trapped, hidden beneath the rubble, oh god, he didn’t dust did he? “ERROR!” Ink screamed, rushing the rest of the way over and using his brush to throw the rubble from Error like a golf ball. There he was, Ink felt sick to his stomach but he held it back. There was a large crack reaching from just the top of his mouth, over his right eye, and all the way back to the base of his skull. In the middle of the crack there was a large caved in piece as well. His horror only grew the longer he stared, so he pried his eyes away and searched for a way to free his destroyer.

This is the beginning of Inked!Error’s story, this story is about abuse, obsession, and a lot of pain.

Recue Sci

fandom: Undertale multiverse AU

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

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

warnings: cursing 

word count: 3,152

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stars of the Multiverse (so far)

     Thunder crackled in the distance, its lightening lighting up the valley below.  The scene below was usually a peaceful one, but on this night the valley of the God’s Tree was filled with shouts of anger and rage. The last of the golden fruits was held by a small, skeletal, child, bearing a golden crown. Behind him, stood his brother, a twin, matching in appearance and wearing a golden crown, similar to his brother’s, his skull cracked from rocks hurled at him. “Dream” he said “please don’t protect me…… if you do you will only get hurt!”. “Never, Nightmare, I will never leave you to be killed. Just because you are the embodiment of all negative emotions, doesn’t mean that you are a bad person! You are still my brother, and I will protect you, even if I die trying!” Dream said over the shouting crowd. Earlier that day, the brothers had been fighting. In anger, Nightmare had decided to corrupt the golden fruit of hopes and dreams, turning them into fruits of darkness, and then, one by one, consumed them all. Now, the affects were beginning to set in. Thick, black liquid poured out of Nightmare, he could faintly hear his brother’s screams of horror as it engulfed him, corrupting his very soul. He laughed, a horrible, choking sound, as tentacles squirmed from deep within his back, and he began to transform. Dream watched in horror as the creature that was once his brother, decimated the humans before him. In a panic, he consumed the last of the golden fruits, hoping beyond hope, that he could save his brother. He failed. As the creature that was once Nightmare prepared the final blow, Dream held out the wand created from the now dead God’s Tree, and was sealed away inside a stone prison, a statue, that could not be destroyed.

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     A castle, engulfed in darkness, looms in the distance. Not even the glowing crystals on the roof of the cavern can be seen in the mist. Two figures make their way towards the huge, abandoned city, that lays at the foot of the castle. “Ink? Are you sure that we are going the right way? I can’t see a thing!” the smaller figure says quietly, as though scared someone might be watching. “I think so……. Yea, see? Over there is the city gate! Let’s go Blue, if we don’t hurry, we might be found out by Nightmare.” the slightly larger figure calls out without fear. As they near the open gates, the fog begins to clear, revealing the figures to be skeletons. The smaller one wearing steel armor, rubber boots and rubber gloves with a light blue scarf. The slightly taller skeleton wearing a long brown scarf, a white undershirt that is just visible beneath a brown shirt, short, brown, pants, old boots that reach his ankles, a pair of fingerless gloves, and a dark blue strap across his chest, holding tubes of various colors of ink. A large paintbrush, the size of himself, is strapped to Ink’s back. 

      The ruins of the city stretched before the two skeletons, a seemingly endless maze of carved stone. This great city was known as “New Home” to the kingdom of monsters that once dwelled in the caverns, but now, not a soul lived within its halls. As Ink and Blueberry navigated the city, they could not help but feel as though something was off, and they soon learned that their feeling was right. It started as a low humming sound that increasingly got louder as they approached the castle, and the cause was a large, inter-dimensional portal linked to the ani-void. Ink recognized this place easily, as he himself had once been trapped in this infinite stretch of white nothingness and suffocating silence, driving him insane for a time. Despite still being terrified of the place beyond the portal, he pushed on past it, trying to keep calm.

      Blueberry could sense something was off about Ink, but kept quiet, knowing what his friend had been through. They soon found the entrance to the castle, not that the huge front doors were hard to find or anything, but they were hard to get to. To reach the entrance, the two had to make their way through a nearly invisible maze, that shocked anyone and anything that touched its walls. Knowing what was likely to happen, having built something very similar once before, Blueberry led the way through the maze, reaching the end fairly quickly. As they walked past the entrance, the two friends checked for the magic aura of Nightmare, the ruler of this dead wasteland. Finding nothing, they hurried to the throne room. 

      Ink remembered it well, the day that this kingdom had fallen into ruin, he had been there, watching, and trying to stop it. The creature, Nightmare, had invaded this alternate universe, causing it to fall in a matter of hours, and for some reason, it had chosen to turn this once beautiful city into its new base of operations, causing the city to turn into the mass of corruption and darkness that it is now. Ink, having been here before, led Blueberry to the secret room behind the throne, reveling an old statue that looked like it had existed before the war between monsters and humans had ever even started. Ink reached far into his pockets, forgetting which one he had put it in, eventually finding what he was looking for. It was something called an ice needle, an old item that was said to be able to break any spell that had been cast on any living being. He pulled it from his pocket, reached out to prick the statue with it, and immediately jumped back as it began to glow. 

      Dream felt as if he had plunged face first into icy water. He saw two figures and, as his vision began to clear, he could make them out to be skeletons. As the two helped him up, he began to remember the events that had taken place. Once his mind began to clear, he realized that one of the skeletons was his good friend, Ink. “Ink!?” he said, clearly in shock that his old friend had survived. “Hey Dream! How ya doing?” Ink said, completely forgetting that Dream probably had thought that he had died years ago. “How are you-” he cut his own sentence short, as he noticed the other skeleton. “So…. who is that?” Dream asked, pointing at the shorter skeleton. “Oh, that’s Blueberry! Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.” Ink said, laughing. “Umm, hello. You can just call me Blue, it’s what everyone else calls me.” Blueberry said, holding out his hand. “Ok, Blue, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Dream.” Dream replied as he shook Blueberry’s hand. 

      Just as Ink was about to step back into the throne room, the magic aura of Nightmare flooded the area, alerting them to the fact that the creature had returned from wherever he had been. Thinking quickly, Ink opened up a portal to the Doodle Sphere, his own personal, self-made world that he had created after being freed from the anti-void. 

      Moments after stepping through the portal, a large, black, dragon-shaped skull greeted them, flinging black paint all over Ink and his friends. It was something known as a Gaster Blaster, something every Sans could summon in battle, though mostly used as weapons, sometimes the summoner would keep these things as pets, due mostly to the fact that they can sometimes have the personality of any random animal. While every Sans could summon their own unique blaster, Ink’s blasters were different. They were not made of bone, like a normal blaster, but instead they were made of hardened, black paint and shot out not colored lasers, but instead raw magic. This fact alone made Ink’s blasters special, and this one? This was his most powerful, and also the one that he kept summoned indefinitely, its name was Blasty.

      The Doodle Sphere was incredible, huge fields of tall, glowing, light blue grass stretched before the three skeletons. Beyond that, were lush forests, massive lakes, oceans and seas that seemed to stretch on forever, large mountains, cliffs, canyons, ravines, and huge cave systems. The sky looked as if it had been stuck in a perpetual night, and among the stars where huge rivers of blues and greens of many different shades. The moon, however, was something even more beautiful. It was huge, and looked as though it was made of pure starlight. This breathtaking scene seemed to stretch on forever, almost as though the world had no end. 

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Story of the Star Sanses!!! ⭐️

Stars of the Multiverse (so far)

     Thunder crackled in the distance, its lightening lighting up the valley below.  The scene below was usually a peaceful one, but on this night the valley of the God’s Tree was filled with shouts of anger and rage. The last of the golden fruits was held by a small, skeletal, child, bearing a golden crown. Behind him, stood his brother, a twin, matching in appearance and wearing a golden crown, similar to his brother’s, his skull cracked from rocks hurled at him. “Dream” he said “please don’t protect me…... if you do you will only get hurt!”. “Never, Nightmare, I will never leave you to be killed. Just because you are the embodiment of all negative emotions, doesn’t mean that you are a bad person! You are still my brother, and I will protect you, even if I die trying!” Dream said over the shouting crowd. Earlier that day, the brothers had been fighting. In anger, Nightmare had decided to corrupt the golden fruit of hopes and dreams, turning them into fruits of darkness, and then, one by one, consumed them all. Now, the affects were beginning to set in. Thick, black liquid poured out of Nightmare, he could faintly hear his brother’s screams of horror as it engulfed him, corrupting his very soul. He laughed, a horrible, choking sound, as tentacles squirmed from deep within his back, and he began to transform. Dream watched in horror as the creature that was once his brother, decimated the humans before him. In a panic, he consumed the last of the golden fruits, hoping beyond hope, that he could save his brother. He failed. As the creature that was once Nightmare prepared the final blow, Dream held out the wand created from the now dead God’s Tree, and was sealed away inside a stone prison, a statue, that could not be destroyed.

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A castle, engulfed in darkness, looms in the distance. Not even the glowing crystals on the roof of the cavern can be seen in the mist. Two figures make their way towards the huge, abandoned city, that lays at the foot of the castle. “Ink? Are you sure that we are going the right way? I can’t see a thing!” the smaller figure says quietly, as though scared someone might be watching. “I think so……. Yea, see? Over there is the city gate! Let’s go Blue, if we don’t hurry, we might be found out by Nightmare.” the slightly larger figure calls out without fear. As they near the open gates, the fog begins to clear, revealing the figures to be skeletons. The smaller one wearing steel armor, rubber boots and rubber gloves with a light blue scarf. The slightly taller skeleton wearing a long brown scarf, a white undershirt that is just visible beneath a brown shirt, short, brown, pants, old boots that reach his ankles, a pair of fingerless gloves, and a dark blue strap across his chest, holding tubes of various colors of ink. A large paintbrush, the size of himself, is strapped to Ink’s back.       The ruins of the city stretched before the two skeletons, a seemingly endless maze of carved stone. This great city was known as “New Home” to the kingdom of monsters that once dwelled in the caverns, but now, not a soul lived within its halls. As Ink and Blueberry navigated the city, they could not help but feel as though something was off, and they soon learned that their feeling was right. It started as a low humming sound that increasingly got louder as they approached the castle, and the cause was a large, inter-dimensional portal linked to the ani-void. Ink recognized this place easily, as he himself had once been trapped in this infinite stretch of white nothingness and suffocating silence, driving him insane for a time. Despite still being terrified of the place beyond the portal, he pushed on past it, trying to keep calm.       Blueberry could sense something was off about Ink, but kept quiet, knowing what his friend had been through. They soon found the entrance to the castle, not that the huge front doors were hard to find or anything, but they were hard to get to. To reach the entrance, the two had to make their way through a nearly invisible maze, that shocked anyone and anything that touched its walls. Knowing what was likely to happen, having built something very similar once before, Blueberry led the way through the maze, reaching the end fairly quickly. As they walked past the entrance, the two friends checked for the magic aura of Nightmare, the ruler of this dead wasteland. Finding nothing, they hurried to the throne room.       Ink remembered it well, the day that this kingdom had fallen into ruin, he had been there, watching, and trying to stop it. The creature, Nightmare, had invaded this alternate universe, causing it to fall in a matter of hours, and for some reason, it had chosen to turn this once beautiful city into its new base of operations, causing the city to turn into the mass of corruption and darkness that it is now. Ink, having been here before, led Blueberry to the secret room behind the throne, reveling an old statue that looked like it had existed before the war between monsters and humans had ever even started. Ink reached far into his pockets, forgetting which one he had put it in, eventually finding what he was looking for. It was something called an ice needle, an old item that was said to be able to break any spell that had been cast on any living being. He pulled it from his pocket, reached out to prick the statue with it, and immediately jumped back as it began to glow.       Dream felt as if he had plunged face first into icy water. He saw two figures and, as his vision began to clear, he could make them out to be skeletons. As the two helped him up, he began to remember the events that had taken place. Once his mind began to clear, he realized that one of the skeletons was his good friend, Ink. “Ink!?” he said, clearly in shock that his old friend had survived. “Hey Dream! How ya doing?” Ink said, completely forgetting that Dream probably had thought that he had died years ago. “How are you-” he cut his own sentence short, as he noticed the other skeleton. “So.... who is that?” Dream asked, pointing at the shorter skeleton. “Oh, that’s Blueberry! Don’t worry, he doesn't bite.” Ink said, laughing. “Umm, hello. You can just call me Blue, it's what everyone else calls me.” Blueberry said, holding out his hand. “Ok, Blue, it's nice to meet you! I'm Dream.” Dream replied as he shook Blueberry’s hand.       Just as Ink was about to step back into the throne room, the magic aura of Nightmare flooded the area, alerting them to the fact that the creature had returned from wherever he had been. Thinking quickly, Ink opened up a portal to the Doodle Sphere, his own personal, self-made world that he had created after being freed from the anti-void.       Moments after stepping through the portal, a large, black, dragon-shaped skull greeted them, flinging black paint all over Ink and his friends. It was something known as a Gaster Blaster, something every Sans could summon in battle, though mostly used as weapons, sometimes the summoner would keep these things as pets, due mostly to the fact that they can sometimes have the personality of any random animal. While every Sans could summon their own unique blaster, Ink’s blasters were different. They were not made of bone, like a normal blaster, but instead they were made of hardened, black paint and shot out not colored lasers, but instead raw magic. This fact alone made Ink’s blasters special, and this one? This was his most powerful, and also the one that he kept summoned indefinitely, its name was Blasty.       The Doodle Sphere was incredible, huge fields of tall, glowing, light blue grass stretched before the three skeletons. Beyond that, were lush forests, massive lakes, oceans and seas that seemed to stretch on forever, large mountains, cliffs, canyons, ravines, and huge cave systems. The sky looked as if it had been stuck in a perpetual night, and among the stars where huge rivers of blues and greens of many different shades. The moon, however, was something even more beautiful. It was huge, and looked as though it was made of pure starlight. This breathtaking scene seemed to stretch on forever, almost as though the world had no end.