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all-of-my-yesterdays · 5 months

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Cross: So you're the one who prepares my sire's meals.. Blue: PAPYRUS MAKE SURE THIS GETS TO THE GUARDIAN! Papyrus: YES CAPTAIN Undyne: Are you doing okay Alphys? Alphys: N-no... I was the last monster to see the king alive... Killer: Hey, think Epic got sick of Crossy almost being glued to him and kicked him out? Dust: Maybe... But it sounded like Cross was going to interrogate the cooking staff right now. Epic: Bruh, how are you not sweating in all those layers?! Cross: This is barely a workout sire. Ready for round two? Epic: Probably not... No... Drabbles below ~ 1545 words

Horror nervously swallowed as he watched the guardian give him a final appraising look. Time slowed as he felt his anxiety crawling down his back as Cross seemed to stare into him. He did his best to answer everything the guardian had asked but the head injury meant he sometimes had problems finding the proper words to convey what he means without long pauses. However, it seemed that the smaller skeleton had made his decision.

"From this point on wards you will only report to me and you will personally cook all of my sire's meals until all the staff has been thoroughly investigated." Horror stared in shock. He had always been loyal to the crown, but he has never prepared a meal for any of the royal court members. Most of his job involved prep work for the other chefs. He knew he was competent when it came to simple, hardy meals that could fill the belly of a hungry soul, but the more extravagant meals he has seen being prepared for the royal advisor made his non-existent stomach twist at the mere idea of failing to recreate those dishes.

Cross handed Horror a list of meals he wanted Epic to eat that would help with his training. The large red eye skimmed the paper and Horror couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. They were all foods that he knew very well. The first meal requested was simple and nutrient dense stew with a hardy loaf of bread, something Horror was confident in making. His meal would certainly satisfy the new King’s hunger if this is what he wanted to eat.

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Blue had finished compiling a list of all the guards who would have been near the King's chambers when Alphys had started to scream. The list also contained information regarding who would have typically been in the kitchen preparing the former King's tea and treats for that day. He still wanted to go over a few lists of other servants that could have had access to the King's food and room during the time, but knew that Cross would need the names of who he had sooner rather than later. Calling Papyrus into the room, he quickly handed the scroll to the other.

"PAPYRUS MAKE SURE THIS GETS TO THE GUARDIAN!"

"YES CAPTAIN"

Papyrus saluted his captain before hurrying out of the room to complete his task. Blue watched Papyrus leave, shaking his head to clear his mind before turning his attention back to the scrolls on his desk. There were still so many names and schedules to go through and it was important that it all be completed as soon as possible. At least he could be certain that the information he had already compiled will soon reach the guardian.

Blue could have given this errand to another, but given the hushed confirmation from Cross that he was suspicious of the King's death meant Blue couldn't be too sure who to trust right now. However, he knew he could trust Papyrus. Papyrus had been working with him and the Royal family for years and showed nothing but adoration towards the former King. He almost had gotten into trouble for trying to confront a less than polite noble who mocked the King during a private meeting that the noble had requested.

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Alphys shifted nervously, picking at the tips of her claws and her eyes shifted back and forth as she spoke with Undyne. She knew that the guardian was not happy with her response about not knowing who had cleaned up the spilled tea and food of the former King, but there was only so much she could do now.

"Hey, anyone in that scenario could have missed who came to clean everything up." Undyne said trying to sooth her girlfriend. "Look, I doubt the guardian is going to blame you for that, and anyone who knows you would be able to confirm you did not kill the king."

Alphys gulped, but nodded. Unfortunately there was not much for her to do but wait until the Guardian and the young King reached their conclusion regarding her participation in the murder. For now, she was free and was expected to return to work like normal.

"Y-you're r-right... I... I k-know I d-didn't kill t-the King! H-hopefully, they'll r-realize that too." Alphys declared, trying to copy the confidence her girlfriend had.

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It was one of the rare instances where Cross had actually left Epic "alone". Usually he would only leave, with his tail metaphorically tucked between his legs, after Epic very vocally insisted that his guardian did not need to hover around him as he did paper work. In this case, Cross was determined to speak with the cooking staff as soon as possible to ensure that his charge's food would not pass through multiple hands. It meant Killer and Dust would be guarding the king for the time being.

Dust and Killer were the first two guards that Cross had come to trust after he was assigned to Epic. They worked seamlessly with him and were more than competent enough to take care of any potential threats while the Guardian performed other duties relating to his role. Dust's keen eye for detail and uncanny ability to detect other's intention paired with Killer's ferocious attacks and stamina were close to matching Cross's own skill as a guardian. Although, Cross could do without the stress the duo occasionally inflicted when they encouraged his charge to get into shenanigans when the trio thought they could get away with it.

Killer turned to Dust, a cheeky smirk plastered onto his face. "Hey, think Epic got sick of Crossy almost being glued to him and kicked him out?"

"Maybe..." Dust snorted, as he thought about all the times in less dire situations where Epic seemed to try and hide a blush as Cross had crowded into his personal space. If anyone were to ask him, he'd say that Epic probably enjoyed Cross invading his space more than he'd want to admit. "But it sounded like Cross was going to interrogate the cooking staff right now."

"Stars, hate to be in their shoes right now." Killer muttered, casually throwing a knife at his companion.

"Doubt he'll be gone for long." Dust huffed, a lazy but knowing grin graced his face as he caught the blade.

"True, Crossy always hates being away from his charge for too long. He's such a good doggy." Killer snickered.

The duo gossiped as they waited for the guardian's return, knowing it was unlikely the King would be making an appearance until the paper work was finished or Cross retrieved him. It definitely was not couth to be speculating on the exact nature of the King and his Guardian's relationship, but both individuals knew manners were not either of their strong points. After all, they were only paid to kick ass and stand around menacingly.

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When Epic finally managed to get a break from reviewing documents and planning his coronation, he dragged Cross out for another sparring session. Cross huffed as his charge grabbed his hand and pulled him around the castle. The other was determined to continue to practice since he was so close to landing a hit on his Guardian! Besides, after everything that had happened, Epic needed to do something physical to get a grip on all this restless energy that buzzed in his bones.

When they reached the training ground, Epic realized he had the guardian's hand in his for the entire trip. The young King tried to hid his flustered reaction to the realization by throwing off his outer layers. Cross, a bit oblivious to the cause of Epic's reaction, shrugged and went to get the practice swords.

An hour and a half of constantly getting his form corrected and ass beaten left Epic a sweating and bruised mess. His skull and bones were flushed light purple with exertion and he stared disbelievingly at Cross. It was early evening in the middle of the summer and the guardian did not look like he even broke out into a sweat even with his heavy uniform.

"Bruh, how are you not sweating in all those layers?!" Epic exclaimed, trying to figure out how Cross seemed to remain cool since he still had yet to see the other strip off his bulky coat during any of their training sessions.

"This is barely a workout sire." Cross chuckled, as he looked over at his overheating charge. "Ready for round two?"

"Probably not... No." Epic replied as he pulled himself together for another round.

At least by the end of the training session, Epic finally felt tired. He was laying half on the bed, as Cross guarded the door when there was a knock. The guardian checked the door, and let the other in when he saw who it was.

Horror had brought the requested stew directly from the kitchen to the King. He raised a brow when he saw the King laying in bed, slightly purple from exertion and quickly glanced at Cross, not sure what to make of the situation. Being friends with Dust and Killer meant he was often dragged into their speculations regarding the pair. Up until this point, Horror had never interacted with either, but he can certainly say he did not expect to see the young, and apparently flushed, King on his bed while the Guardian had a slightly smug aura to him. His thoughts were cut short as the smell of the hearty meal roused Epic to sit up. The other looked absolutely ravenous as he stared at the food.

"Stars! That smells amazing! Thank you!" Epic grinned, as Horror placed the food near him.

"Yer welcome... My lord." The large skeleton said, smiling in approval as the King moaned appreciatively as he shoved a large spoonful of stew into his mouth.

Just as Horror was leaving he caught Epic half jokingly attempting to feed Cross a large spoonful of the stew. Red eye light observed the pair's easy and playful interactions when they thought no one was watching. Horror thought that maybe Killer and Dust's gossip had more merit than he had previously considered as he fully closed the door to the King's room.

Killer belongs to RahafWabas Epic belongs to yugogeer012 Cross belongs to jakei95 Blue belongs to AU community Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Papyrus, Undyne and Alphys belong to Toby Fox

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plasma-studios · 2 months

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YALL I HAVENT WRITTEN THAT PART OF THE FIC YET (but if u like the errorink adopting dreamtale twins idea ull prob like x)

#shameless self promo #error sans #ink sans #errorink #dream sans #nightmare sans #dreamtale twins #utmv #utmv fanfic

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asukamood · 2 months

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Apology to Deaf Ears (DT Twins)

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I was literally writing the next chapter of my Cold Front fic when I woke up on the 24th with such a good angst idea for the twins that I broke down first thing in the morning.

(Note: I am not blaming any of the twins for what happened to them, which is not the case for the twins themselves. Do keep in mind that at the time of this story, the twins were both 5 and it is normal for children like them to act immaturely and blame the wrong people, especially seeing the environment they are living in.)

With that said, enjoy your reading!

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Warnings: Suicide (stabbing), blood, heavy angst for both twins, hints of physical abuse

Synopsis: Nightmare had never understood why the characters in his novels always felt sick at the sight of blood. He was covered in his own blood every day, yet it never made him throw up. Now he understood, he understood too well.

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If there was someone who Nightmare particularly resented, apart from himself, it was Dream.

He hated the way people loved him so much, what did he even do to deserve all the attention anyway? What did he have that Nightmare lacked?

He hated the way protecting the Tree has fallen on his shoulders alone while Dream was playing around. Why was he allowed to slack off while Nightmare had to do both their jobs alone, as injured as one could be?

He hated how naive the other was, always falling for Nightmare’s stupid lies when he was asked about his injuries. How could he have gotten this hurt by simply falling off a branch? Was Dream just stupid or did he simply not care about Nightmare? The latter would bet the correct supposition was the second explanation.

He hated how mocking the other’s hollow ‘I love you’ sounded. He hated how he had to live in the other’s shadow. He was as good as his brother, hell, maybe he was even better! He just could not understand. Why not him?

But above all, he hated the way he nagged him by spending time with him and showing off how much happier he was than Nightmare, like he was doing currently.

“Get off.” He hissed, pushing Dream away from himself. That day, his brother had been particularly clingy and happy, for some reason determined to annoy him as long as humanly possible.

Seriously, he had even declined to spend time with his friends to annoy him more, how unhinged did he have to be to think of something like that?

The other let out a playful whine of protest but refrained from attempting to hug him again. A detail that Nightmare failed to notice at the time.

“Can we play then? It has been so long since we last played Tag You’re It!” Dream suggested, a wide grin spread across his cheeks as he seemed to reminisce about the old times. It made Nightmare sick.

With gritted teeth, he replied that he was not in the mood to play and would rather read. Dream’s bright smile did not leave his lips at the other’s refusal. If anything, it just got brighter.

Oh, there we go, something he hated and forgot to mention.

The way the other never took anything badly.

Nightmare would kill to be that way.

How foolish.

“Can you read me a story then? Last time we--”

“No.” He cut him off with a glare, making the other blink. At Nightmare’s expression, his smile turned into a worried frown.

“Did I say something wrong? Why do you look so angry?” He tilted his head to the side in confusion, somehow only managing to piss the other off even more.

“Because you’re annoying me.” He replied coldly, picking up the last book he had been reading off the ground. With his eyes fixed on the object, he could no longer see Dream’s expression. Not like it interested him. “Can’t you find someone else to bother?”

“I like spending time with you though.” A pause. “And you know I love--”

“And I hate you.” He flipped the page he was reading, noticing the way the other had stopped talking.

He looked back to him, Dream’s grin welcoming him back to reality.

He hated that lack of reaction too, he just said that he hated him, and he was smiling? He was right after all, Dream really did not care about how he saw him. Why would he? He had all those oh so wonderful friends, why would he care about that loser he called his brother?

If Nightmare had paid more attention, maybe he would have noticed how sad that smile really looked. He would have noticed how it did not reach his eyes.

“What are you still doing here?” He snapped, sending him yet another glare. “Are you going to gawk at me like that for long? I don’t want to see you anymore, just go.”

“... Okay.” He got up, making Nightmare focus back onto his book. He was most likely going to the village anyway, there was no reason for him to see where he was going.

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A few hours later, Nightmare started to feel bad about what he said.

He had been angry at that moment, but Dream was still his brother, he could not just tell him that he hated him like that. Nightmare looked up at the sky, deducing that it was the afternoon.

Honestly, he found it odd how the villagers had yet to come bother him but for once, he allowed himself to hope that the peace would last a bit more.

He closed the book, putting it into its usual place next to him--

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Something was under it.

Nightmare raised an eyebrow as he picked it back up, his eyes widening once he recognized Dream’s circlet. Did he forget it when he left? Nightmare shrugged; he will just give it back to him after he apologized.

He would not come back until the evening anyway, which gave him plenty of time to plan what he would say to him.

He let his head rest on the tree, slowly drifting off to sleep.

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When he woke up, the sight of wrinkling stars in the night sky welcomed him back. He had always loved looking at the stars, it reminded him of the good days without the villagers around.

He turned to his side, expecting to see his younger brother.

He froze when there was no sign of him.

“Dream?” He called out in surprise, standing up and looking around the tree and up the branches. No one.

Nightmare frowned.

That was unusual, no matter how long Dream stayed at the village, he had always come back once the sun had set. He once said that his favorite thing was to come back home after the night began.

Maybe he was still a bit busy? Nightmare sat down against the tree, waiting to see his brother’s silhouette approach the tree.

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All the lights in the village had gone out by now.

Yet, Dream was still nowhere to be seen.

Nightmare did not want to admit it, but he was worried, very worried. He got up from the tree again and reluctantly dragged his feet to the village. He had no want to step into that place, knowing that if he were caught, he would go through hell and back, but there was only so much he could do.

He let out a long breath as he passed the gate. No scream, that was a good sign.

A man in the tavern’s balcony was sprawled on a table, an alcohol bottle in hand. Seeing no one else around, Nightmare decided to risk talking to him.

He tapped his shoulder and the grown-up groaned as he was shaken awake, looking over to who woke him up. He glared at Nightmare once he recognized him, slurring something about killing him if he did not get out of his sight. Nightmare ignored the threat, instead asking where he had last seen Dream.

Thankfully for the child, the older man was far too wasted to bother swinging at him. So wasted, in fact he was pleasant enough to answer his question.

“How the fuck should I know?” He hiccupped, taking another sip of the beverage. “That brat did not show up today.” He hit the table with his fist, frustrated. “If it was not for him staying with your sorry ass, my other house would have been finished by now.”

Nightmare could feel his heart drop in his stomach, the rest of the man’s complaints getting lost in the wind.

Dream never went to the village?

Ditching the man, the young boy raced to the entrance of the village, his head filled with Dream’s possible whereabouts. He was neither at the tree nor at the village. Besides these two locations, there was the forest and the cliff. But if he was in those areas, why did he go there in the first place?

And more importantly, why was he still not back?

His breathing sped up.

What if he was in danger?

He shook his head, pinching his wrist. He winced but, in the end, he was able to forcefully calm down. Panicking would not help him find Dream.

These two areas were big, so he had better get started now.

The closest area to the village was the forest, he would get started there.

He ran between two trees, looking around every tree and yelling Dream’s name as he did so, hoping the other would eventually answer his calls or show up.

When he was met with no answer, he walked deeper into the forest, desperation now laced with his voice. The forest was quiet, far too quiet to be normal.

Still nothing.

He was running now, yelling his name even louder than he already was. He could feel his vocal cords straining in his throat, but he could not care less then, too focused on the task.

Eventually, as he was starting to lose hope, he finally caught a glimpse of orange behind a tree. The boy heaved out a sigh of relief before being overtaken by anger. If he was right there, why did he not answer his calls?

“Dream!” He shouted as he walked over to the tree, said one’s cape getting closer. “Why did you not come back? Do you know how worried I--”

As he finally walked around the tree, Dream’s lightless eyes and the knife planted in his chest finally came into view.

The next thing Nightmare knew was that he saw himself throw up nearby, trembling as he turned back toward Dream. There was so much blood.

Nightmare had never understood why the characters in his novels always felt sick at the sight of blood. He was covered in his own blood every day, yet it never made him throw up. Now he understood, he understood too well.

“Dream...?” He approached the other, slowly. That... he was still asleep, right? It could not be real. He crouched down next to him, his fingertips brushing his shoulder. He was cold. Why was he so cold?

“Hey, why are you not saying anything?” He shook him. “That’s not funny anymore, come on Dream, let’s go home.”

The other’s head fell awkwardly on his shoulder, a few strands of his hair covering his eyes. Apart from that, no reaction was given to Nightmare’s words or actions.

He shook him again, tears welling up in his eyes. “Stop scaring me! You said you would come back home no matter what! We even promised to never leave each other!”

“We promised!” He repeated, as if to enhance the importance of a promise.

However, he could scream as much as he wanted, there was no bringing back a dead soul.

At last, he finally broke into hysterical sobs as he held onto the corpse of his brother like his life depended on it. “We can play as much as you want, I can read you as many stories as you like! We can hug whenever you want! I won’t push you away anymore, I promise!”

“So please...” His voice broke as he cupped the other’s cold cheek, trying so hard to feel any kind of warmth coming from the other’s skin. “Say something, anything. Don’t leave me alone...”

Silence.

“I...” He hiccupped. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier, I didn’t mean it, I swear! I love you too. Even if I may have been frustrated at you sometimes, you’re still my brother, I could never hate you!”

He buried his face in his neck as he sobbed. “Please don’t make me bury my best friend, I’m sorry for being such a bad brother. I promise to make it up to you just give me a chance, please.”

His pleads were ignored and so were his apologies.

Oh, how cruel the gods were.

In a last attempt to get some sort of reaction out of the other, he brought his hand to his level. From it, a piece of paper fell.

With a shaky hand, he managed to retrieve what Dream was holding in his fist. He opened the ball, revealing an exact replica of a silly drawing of themselves when they were still satisfied with one another in the world.

A messy Tree of Feelings labelled “Home” stood in the background with yellow and black ovals littering the leaves to represent their respective apples. In front of it, two figures with questionable anatomies stood beside each other, holding hands.

One of them was wearing a light blue-sky outfit and a round circlet and the other a purple outfit with a crescent moon engraved on the head garment.

There was only one difference: if the original drawing had both figures smiling from ear to ear, this one had Dream smiling and Nightmare wearing an angry frown.

At that instant, with tears falling down the paper, Nigthmare wanted nothing more than to tear away that angry-looking figure from the smiling one and burn its remains.

#angst #dream sans #utmv dream #dreamtale #nightmare utmv #utmv fanfic #utmv #utmv au #nightmare sans #passive nightmare sans #dreamtale twins #pre apple incident #apple twins

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dryedation · 4 months

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Concept art based on Chapter 4 and Chapter 5 of my UTMV fic Perception & Patronage (a spinoff of R&R)

#im so good at promoting my shit #utmv #undertale au #undertale #digital art #nightmare's castle #nightmare's hold #Nightmare's dungeons #r&r #my art #utmv fanfic #undertale au fanfic #undertale fic

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gillanfryingpan · 10 months

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“Blue showed up?” Killer snarled. “Hey, no. That can wait.” Dust complained. He let go of Ink in order to cup his cheeks with his hands, scrutinizing his face. “You scared us.”

Im_Sorry_Buddy, “For The Forgotten Ones”, Archive of Our Own, Chapter 17

EEEEEEEEE I FINALLY HAVE TIME TO DRAW THEM AGAIN IM SO HAPPY AND I LOVED THIS SCENE SM DUST WAS SO 💞💞💞💞💞💞 I can’t wait until they’re all back together again

and if anyone is unaware, the Sans in the royal guard uniform is Cross in his Guard disguise. I forgot that Ink would have also still been in his Shield outfit until I was too lazy to redo it. lol

also here have the more normal version without the doodles idk they were just speaking to me. it was v fun to be less serious w my art. might keep that style, might not, idk, I’m still learning what my style is

For The Forgotten Ones by Im_Sorry_Buddy

Ink!Sans by comyet

Dust!Sans by ask-dusttale

Horror!Sans by Sour-Apple-Studios

Killer!Sans by rahafwabas

Cross!Sans by jakei95

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salamiimommy · 1 year

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fandombead · 5 months

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I’ve just got this very distinct scene in my mind of Error and Ink holding on while being pulled into something and theyre about to both be yanked into it to some horrible fate and Error is trying to hold onto Ink and their last hold on safety, but he can’t hold on forever. And Ink was legitimately terrified, feeling true fear for the first time and actually admits it to Error. And …Error has an last ditch idea to save them, but he doesn’t like it.

“Ink…Ink, I have to let you go, okay?”

“What?! Error, you can’t!” Ink cried out and he can’t hear all the terror in it as he glances back to the force trying to pull them, the massive magic whirlpool.

He’s gripping Error’s hand so tightly and Error can feel him trembling…he’s shaking too, but he knows they’ll be pulled in for certain if he does nothing.

“Ink, I need you to trust me! I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, alright? Please, it’ll be okay! I promised, remember? I promise nothing bad will happen.”

And Ink in that moment truly does believe him. He’s so scared and it’s the last thing he wants to do and the distant sane part of him says that this is a trick, that Error only wants to save himself and that Ink is a fool to have ever believed him. If he’s wrong, it will be his downfall. But they’ll both die together if he doesn’t, and even if it’s a betrayal, Ink can say he wants that either for whatever hell they’re at the mouth of.

Though when he tried to search for any lie in Error’s eye lights as he struggles to hang onto ink for just a few more moments, Error looks back at him with the most earnest look of concern he’d ever seen from him, and clearly he’s unsure and worried…but the resolve Ink sees there is what does it. Error is practically pleading with him to believe him, and Ink does. With every part of his being he knows Error will come for him or die trying, and that’s enough for him. If they fail, at least it won’t be an eternity with someone who doesn’t love him.

Ink’s hand is trembling as he forces his grip on Error’s wrist to relax. Error is the only one keeping them together now and he shakily lets out the breath he was holding as he gazes at ink and doesn’t know how he ever earned that trust. He swears he won’t live to ever see it broken.

He doesn’t break eye contact in the moment he has to take Ink in once more, and he tells himself it isn’t just in case because he will not live to fail this person. He won’t.

He let Ink go.

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Old WIP I’m probably never finishing! They are very OOC without the context in my head and the stakes aren’t clear. But I’ve decided to share because why not~ it’s just a fun little thing~ other version and zoom in on the art below!!

If I drew this again, I wouldn’t have the whirlpool look this shallow~ still looks cool, though!

#errink #error x ink #UTMV #utmv au #utmv fanfic #icycove writing #undertale au #error sans #ink sans #I had a huge phase with them and I still love them #I’m just not writing for them atm #unfinished #fic blurb #I have a lot of these in my notes >_>

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neverniko101 · 2 months

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Captured- Short fanfic thingy

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The cold didn’t usually bother him, but something was different. Perhaps it was the damp, bleak stone walls that made up the dungeons, the thick iron bars coated with frost, the thick blanket of negativity that seemed woven into the very fabric of the AU…or the knowledge that no one was coming to save him.

Ink and Blue had taken one of the rare moments of peace in the multiverse to throw something called a “slumber party”, dragging the Swap bros’ ungodly amount of party supplies from their attic.

“Ink, you’re on decorating duty!” Blue had said, the tiny artist jumping into an exaggerated salute. “I’ll go pick up some snacks, and Dream…just get some rest, okay?” The Positivity guardian had blinked, startled at his friend’s request. “You’ve been working non-stop for the past week and a half! We can both tell you’re low on magic, no matter how much you try to hide it. Just-” Blue gently took hold of his shoulder, “just take care of yourself, okay? For us.”

But Dream, foolish as he was, had slipped away from the house while Ink wasn’t looking. He sensed a twinge of negative somewhere deep in the multiverse, portaling to said AU to take care of it. He would be back before they missed him! He just needed to help this one last person, he thought, striding confidently through the snow-- right into Nightmare’s trap.

And now, here Dream was, sitting in the freezing castle dungeon. His friends must have noticed he was gone by now…how long had it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? He couldn’t tell. His positivity levels had dropped to the point he was feeling physical effects, his bones shivering with fatigue and his insides rumbling at an embarrassing volume. Not that there was anyone around, though; his brother’s gang only came by for a few minutes, one at a time. Checking he was still there. He supposed it was also Nightmare’s way of giving him little scraps of emotion, just enough so he didn’t starve. No, that would be too boring a death, he thought bitterly. His brother would never let that happen.

He tilted his head back, leaning it against the unyielding wall. He should have at least told someone where he was going…his friends would have to search the entire multiverse before they found him. What was he going to do…?

Dream must have fallen asleep, because he woke up. Not in a pleasant way either- Nightmare’s aura had wreathed itself around his throat, choking him until his eyes were forced open. He now sat, leaning forward, glaring at his brother as he tried to regain his breath. That, and as he tried to not panic. Nightmare had brought his entire gang with him…whatever he was going to do, Dream had no doubt it would involve large amounts of pain and possibly some bloodshed on his end.

“Had a nice nap?” Nightmare cooed, tentacles curling in threatening contrast with his sickly-sweet tone. “I’m glad you find your living quarters so comfortable…”

The Positive Guardian was distracted by the presence of the others behind him. Four, not including his brother…their emotions weren’t positive by a long stretch, but at his current state, any emotions were better than none. What had been so important that his brother had risked Dream gaining power?

Nightmare seemed to realize this, too, as his expression and voice grew more serious. “Let’s get straight to business. We have good news and bad news for you, dear brother. I’ll start with the good news because you cherish your positivity so dearly…we’re letting you go.”

Dream blinked, unsure if he heard correctly. “What?”

“Wonderful, right? The power of mercy and friendship and all that…shit…”

The caged skeleton narrowed his eye sockets in suspicion. “And what’s the bad news?”

“Ah! The best part: you’re going to be working for me, now.”

Now Dream was really sure he was hearing things. He was so startled that he actually laughed. “You…you have to be joking?”

“Oh, but I’m not! Who better to help us plunge the multiverse into eternal darkness than the Light himself?”

Dream sputtered in disbelief. “But- I’d never-“

Tentacles ripped through solid metal like it was nothing but paper as Nightmare tore through them to seize his brother. Slimy appendages wrapped around Dream’s legs, arms, chest, body, and throat, filling his entire being with shivering cold. The dark twin dragged his brother inches from his own face, twisted smile replaced with a gaping maw.

“I have bent countless souls to my will, are you so arrogant to assume you’ll be different?” he hissed. Dream could do nothing but tremble with fear.

The Guardian was dropped on the floor unceremoniously, still shivering with a cold that pierced his very soul.

“Dust. I trust you to see to our guest,” Nightmare growled. “Make sure he doesn’t die and is in working shape to begin…training tomorrow. Other than that, do with him what you like.”

The tall skeleton nodded, seizing Dream with blue magic and dragging him down the hall as golden tears poured down the guardian’s face.

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Yay I wrote my first fan fiction

Is this any good

Ink by Comyet

Dreamtale twins by Joku

Blue by…the undertale community, I think? Idk

Dust by Ask murder sans

I have to go implode now, adios

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