#besides of course PaperJam

[the-one-whos-just-here]

I was bored so I decided to draw my Oc in her ✨original form✨ aka an undertale fangirl Oc

I don’t wanna fall back into my undertale phase but drawing her like this again makes me miss it and I wanna draw her more. I wanna make a comic with her 😭

anyways here's a bit about her (no this is probably not possible I don't even think PJ can even make anything living AND I made her when I was like 11 so back off)

Meet TigerLily or just Lily for short

Lily is an extension of Pj. She's the consciousness of an ink blob left behind from Pj attempting to make something living. That strong amount of magic is what made her conscious.

Pronouns: Lily is an ink blob. She doesn't have a gender. She accepts all pronouns but uses she/her most commonly since that's what her form represents.

Personality: Although Lily can be a tell-you-what-you-want-to-hear type of person, when she doesn't feel like listening, she'll be straight forward not caring what the outcome of her words can cause. She'll keep a smile on her face while she tells you things that will be soul crushing. Besides that, she's a very energetic giggly one.

Characteristics: Lily doesn't really have any morals or values, and hardly any opinions. It's harder for her to distinguish what's right from wrong since values differentiates in every AU. She's a very gullible and oblivious person listening to whatever one might ask of her if she believes they hold a greater power over her.

Appearance: Lily is sort of a skelinkton her "bones" being dried up paint in a skeleton form. She has a green ink blob coming from her skull to form her "hair", she wears a blue and green jacket with a black bodysuit, some shorts, a pink and yellow boot, and a red beanie with some purple fingerless gloves. She has Tigerlily flower shape paint stain on her cheek (hence her name)

Powers(?): Lily doesn't really have powers. Shes not a Sans so no blue magic, gaster blasters and whatnot. What she uses to fight is just...herself? she uses the ink off herself to create things. She would break her own arm off to release the ink inside her to form any kind of weapon that would help her (of course these weapons wouldn't last long). It'd be pretty hard to kill her since she doesn't have a soul. Since she's nothing but an extension PJ IS her soul (obviously I haven't thought this all the way through). If her entire body gets smashed, she just becomes a huge ink blob and leaves until the ink dries up again to form her "bones". She can see where portals have been open and go through them however, she can't control where and when portal forms.

Backstory: Lily came from an inkblob left behind in the anti-void by Pj. After a LONG time she began to move. Later, she was visited by fresh, since this was the first time lily has seen any kind of life, she was immediately amazed by the tall colorful skeleton and tried to take a form that copied him exactly. (This is why she chooses to be a skeleton). She watched fresh skate off into a portal and tried following him. Even when fresh was gone she continued in that direction until she found a portal that wasn't fully closed. She opened it and fell into Underlust (and no you sick freaks Lust actually helped. You're thinking of Lusttale) This is where she took her final form. Thats why Lily is so good at drawing anatomy.

Now, she wonders around in-between worlds and time just looking for Pj. Shes doesn't know who he is, nor has she ever seen Pj and if she did, she wouldn't recognize him.

Since I mentioned him to much it feels fair for me to say Paperjam belongs to @7goodangel

[luminousjellyfishy]

I. Have character fusion thinkings. And I am now casting a spell. You will have them too. C:<

Gasp the spell, it’s working.

Error fused with Dream is the first thing that popped into my mind-

Why

[dei-lab-assistant]

Major Monogram's Job was Not Terrible

On the rare occasions people found out what Major Monogram did for a living, they often assumed his job was difficult because it must be “like herding cats.” He originally thought this comparison was inadequate, as many of his agents were both more dangerous and more difficult than he imagined cats to be; also, the consequences of failure when herding cats were considerably less. The addition of cat agents began to change his mind, perhaps the simile was more apt than he originally assumed. 

Other people flat out belittled both him and his line of work. Why did no one trust him with human agents? That was a common question his doubters asked. Do they clean out their own litter boxes? An equally common question. Some called him Noah or Doctor Dolittle to his face. However, over time, the Major came to realize his “completely unglamorous job working with those stupid animal agents of yours” was both important and surprisingly fun. Perhaps not as fun as being a gymnast, but decidedly fulfilling and enjoyable.

Although he would not readily admit it, Major Monogram knew the turning point in his opinion of the O.W.C.A. was the unexpected result of his attempt to requisition some muscle to work security in the building. Instead of a bodybuilder, a gunslinger, or a martial artist, he found himself working with Carl Karl, the unpaid intern who knew everything about computers and nothing about fighting. Apparently, some of the agents had been complaining about the poor quality of their mission briefings, while others thought their computer system was capable of more than games of Minesweeper and collecting spam e-mails, which resulted in Carl being assigned.

On his first day, Carl cleared the paperjam out of all five of their “broken” printers, changed the ink cartridges in all three of their “worthless” printers, and set up the remaining “working” printer to communicate with all of their computers via Wi-Fi instead of a messy batch of cables. Afterwards, he demonstrated how a camera could be attached to a tripod without the use of duct tape. Within days, he had upgraded the security systems on their computers and read the user’s manual for every piece of equipment they had. Although Monogram thought the kid had no future as any kind of agent, he did recognise the boy had some small skill with technical things. And the Major enjoyed having someone to talk to.

Today, for example, Monogram was drinking coffee, pretending to read repetitive memos, and discussing the difference between a street and a road with Carl.

“Technically, Sir, I think streets are in cities, with buildings on both sides of them, whereas roads are more rural, with businesses or houses on only one side, or the other, or neither.” Karl was sitting nearby at his computer, looking over Dr. Doofenshmirtz’s daily purchases as they talked. 

“Nonsense, streets are a specific type of road. All roads are roads. All streets are roads. But not all roads are streets.” The Major tossed his pile of used multicolored sticky notes into the wire trash can beside his desk.

“So you’re willing to admit that streets are only in cities?” Carl opened a new tab on his computer.

“Of course not Carl. Towns and villages also have streets. But all of them are also roads. When they’re being repaired, we call it roadwork, not streetwork.” Sighing, the green clad officer pulled the agency's accounting ledger from his lower left desk drawer. 

“Does this ‘all streets are roads’ idea also apply to avenues and boulevards?”

“Uh… Get back to work, Carl.”

“Yes Sir.”

[beruu14]

“AskErrink” master post!

Here you’ll find information about the tags, story and maybe a bit more! Please make sure to read it whole!!

This is the official master post of the blog! (at the moment) Here we’ll bring you some useful information that it’s considered important before scrolling down the blog!

1-. The mods

at the moment there’s only two mods who are taking care of the blog

Beruu and Shii

We don’t have specific roles besides do whatever we please on the blog, Shii helps a lot when it comes about the story and cleaning of the inbox and also deciding which ask should be answered first to create a story ((give them lots of loves please)) And I draw most of the asks ((Please encourage Shii to draw too I want to see it so bad))

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This blog has no real purpose more than just entertain, It’s in its whole a no-canon Undertale AU that is essentially based on a sanscest couple (Errink).either Error nor Ink belong to us (It also includes characters that may be named by these characters in a future of the ask such as Dream, Fresh, Paperjam etc.)

Leaving that aside! To be honest I didn’t have planned anything like a story for this AU honestly... but thanks to Shii and some good songs I found on YouTube, I have been able to create something up! ((I think)) 

There’s a lot of questions that are always up on the inbox each time we come and take a look and that we are kinda tired of seeing so why not answer them here and now. Right?

So in that case,

Let me do a quick F.A.Q!

Where can I find the start of the AskBlog ?

A: Here!

Are Error and Ink a couple in this AU?

A: No. (((((yet)))))

Were Dream and Ink a couple in the past?

A: Yes, but due to some “incidents” in the past they broke up.

Are ink and Error aware that Geno existed?

A: Only Ink knows.

There's actual porn of Error in Ink’s sketchbook?

A: It’s up to you 👀

Are Ink and Error going to get married?

A: What.

(Incomplete)

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Last time updated: 08/23/20

[dust-broken-berry]

Part 5 is here and there will be another post for the rest, I'm to tired to right anything else right now so here-

Part 5: New Boss, Old Problems 

    Ink and everyone else were back at their base. Ink was repainting his arm, Dream was freaking out, and Cross was trying to calm Dream down and call Error at the same time.

“Ok, you’ll be here? Ok good, bye.”

    Cross said, as he hung up the phone and turned towards Dream, who was still screaming and freaking out.

“WHAT WAS THAT!? WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?”

    Cross still a bit nervous himself, hugged Dream to try and calm him down. 

“It’s fine, see Ink’s fixing his arm and Error will be here in a minute, so just relax.”

“I KNOW! BUT WHY WOULD...H-How would!..”

“Dream think about it, and you’ll know how and why this happened.”

“I...know...I just...Blue…”

    After Dream said that Error walked out of the antivoid with PJ(16 years old) followed behind. PJ saw Ink and screamed-

“GAH!? Mom what happened!?”

“Oh...nothing it’s fine”

“Ink you’re not fine”

    Error exclaimed, sitting down next to Ink.

“Error I’m fixing it”

“Then let me help you”

“You d-don’t have to-”

“I want to”

    And before Ink could say something else, Error started helping Ink with his arm. PJ walked over near Cross and Dream, and asked-

“Cross what happened?”

“I don’t know if I’m allowed to tell you.”

“I’m not a kid Cross”

    PJ grumbled, making Ink sigh and say-

“PJ...I’ll tell you what happened…”

    Hearing how nervous Ink was saying that made PJ regret sounding so annoyed about not being told.

    Ink took a deep breath and explained what happened earlier that day. PJ was surprising to say that least, saying-

“Geez mom, you killed Dust…” 

“You said you weren’t a kid anymore.”

“PJ they were fighting, it’s just what happens. He didn’t do it on purpose”

    Error added trying to make it make more sense to PJ, but all just nodded saying-

“I know, I know, but it’s still surprising.”

“Why?”

    Ink asked, already knowing the answer. But still PJ answered-

“You’ve always fought with them but none of you have died.”

“Ya...I know, and you’re righ-”

“Your arm is fixed”

    Error said, surprising Ink on how fast it took. He looked away from his arm and back at PJ.”

“Oh ok, Jammy we’ll talk about this later. Right now I need to talk with everyone ok?”

“...Ok”

    Ink smiled standing up and gave PJ a little pat on the back before him and everyone one else went and sat down on the other side of the room to go and talk. They started to debate over why It picked Blue. PJ was listening and was confused at first, but when they started bringing up the same topics again, and again, he started to understand what they were talking about.

    The others couldn seem to put the pieces together so after a while, PJ decided to start thinking about it.

“Ya...why Blue… From the sound of it, It is some kind of monster that can give magic...somehow. I doubt that Blue was his first, if he did it so easily without anyone noticing. It had to have done it before.

Weird…”

    He kept listening until he heard them bring up what happened to Dust, and how he had encountered It before Blue. 

“Maybe...Dust was his test. Or maybe there was some difference...or maybe it’s both. Well wait, if Dust was the test and then after for some reason Blue was chosen to get the actual power then something had to have been different, right? I mean from what little mom told me earlier, I think Dust died near Blue…

I think…”

    PJ took out one of his notepads and began writing down the many different things he thought could have happened during the time that Dust was still alive, up til the point of his death.

    There was a lot but eventually, he got to what Blue might’ve been feeling during that time. He thought it was a long shot but he was running out of ideas, fast.

Sadness...

Despair...

Uh….Anger? Maybe not at the moment, but I’ll keep it on there

Depression

Hurt...

“But which one could it be…”

    PJ thought about it

“What if…”

“PJ is everything ok?”

    Ink asked looking over at PaperJam, he responded-

“Oh ya mom”

“Ok”

    Ink said, turning back around, PJ kept thinking.

“Hm...what if it’s none of these things, what if it’s something that means all of these… But what? What describes all the others.”

    PJ kept thinking and he realised something.

“They’re all forms of...pain. That’s why It went after Blue...but there has to be another reason, right?..”

    Again PJ thought and then he realised something else.

“If It somehow gave Dust magic, couldn’t he just transfer that magic to someone else?.. Since Dust already had It’s extra magic he could’ve just given it to Blue… It wouldn’t be the most ubsered thing to happen.... But in the end-

The main reason is pain…”

“PJ what are you mumbling about?”

    Ink asked again-

“Um mom that thing you’re talking about.”

“Ya?”

“I think I have an idea about why that thing picked Blue…”

“Really?”

“Well I mean ya...maybe”

“We don’t have any leads...so if you want you can try and explain it”

    Error said, PJ was a bit surprised but nodded and walked over saying-

“Um ya ok, sure”

    So with that she tried to explain his reasoning as well as a 16 year old could (Luckily they understood it enough.). But then there was a voice-

“PJ was it?..”

    Everyone turned around and saw It. Everyone got out their weapons, well everyone except PJ.

“Oh please I’m not gonna do anything now when you’re all just here, that would be stupid.  I’m just here to congratulate the smart little monster that figured out what was going on before anyone else here… 

    It looked at PJ, and realised that he didn’t have any weapons out. He asked-

“Hm tell me eh...PJ why don’t you have your weapon or blaster or whatever it is you do.”

“DON’T TALK TO MY SON!”

    Ink growled, Error turned and looked at PJ and said-

“PJ don’t answer that”

    PJ just stood there scared with a normal number two pencil pointed at It. Both Ink and Error noticed how scared he was and wanted to attack It, he chuckled and said-

“Ha kill me now and another one will come and take my place, and  I’m sure you don’t want that, now let the boy answer my question.”

“Why should I!”

    Error screamed, again making It laugh again and said-

“Trust me when I say Error I’m everywhere at every time and slipping up this early can be bad for you. Besides what is the worst thing I can do in front of all of you?”

    Error shook at the thought of It watching him...and Ink...and the rest of his family. He slowly, and hesitantly lowered his guard. It smiled saying-

“Good now then, tell me boy why no magic, no weapons?”

    PJ, still scared doesn’t say anything.

“Come on boy, spit the words before I do for you.”

“O-Ok fine…”

    PJ nervously said, It grinned then sayed.

“Good, now then the rest of you leave except for you two, and before you say no let me tell you it won’t end well for you if you do.”

    With Error and Ink nodding in assurance the rest of the group hesitantly left. Ink asked-

“Why did you want them gone?..”

“I want the full story and I had a feeling that with them here, pointing weapons in my face. That I wouldn’t get it, and besides…”

    It slowly walked in front of PJ and said-

“This may affect my future decisions in a good or bad way.”

“...PJ you sure you’re ok with this-”

“It’s fine dad I don’t want to put anyone in danger for a dumb reason like this.” 

    PJ said, trying to reassure Error. It smiled saying-

“Another smart move. Anyways you can go ahead and start, I’m as you monsters say I’m “all ears.””

“What, do you want a story?”

    PJ snarkily said, It responded-

“If need be, but you’re telling me again “all ears”.”

“...Fine”

    -Flash back 16 years-

“I’m just gonna tell you now what’s wrong with me, I...I don’t have magic…

Everyone thought I was normal, healthy, and all of that… But as I got older I didn’t start using magic, on accident or on purpose. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t do anything. For a while we thought that I had a weapon, but we tried every weapon but nothing worked, I just couldn’t do anything. 

I was teased relentlessly by other kids and I still am… But that’s not the point

Anyways later we figured out that it was some magic skip...it only shows up a few times every generation…

...Hehe I guess I just got unlucky.

    -Flash forward to now-

    It smiled and said with malice in his voice-

“Well then I’m sorry for you, that is such a tragic story.”

“So? Is that what you wanted to hear? Some sad story? What was there to gain from this?”

     PJ snarled, making It just smiled maliciously and cackled-

“Ah yes what gain from this? Trust me this information may come in handy later. Trust me when I say, I’ve gained a lot.” 

“Is that it then?”

    Ink said angrily, It shook his head and said-

“Almost I just have one more thing to say.”

“Ya, and what is that?”

    Error growled similarly to Ink, and again It responded-

“There is one more reason I picked Blue, and you two are the only ones that know that reason. But then again, Blue can’t seem to remember. Of Course you two also know why that is too.”

    Both Ink’s and Error’s faces went blank, they were shocked and in a way scared. Error asked nervously-

“How the fuck do you know about that?”

“Error, don’t be so foul mouthed in front of the boy.”

    It said, as PJ just stood there confused. Not knowing what they were talking about. Ink angrily said-

“Don’t change the subject”

“Fine, oh fine, you want to know how hm? Let’s just say I’ve been around for a very, very, long time, and you guys didn’t. even. know. it. “

    It said, making Error and Ink more uneasy. Error asked-

“Ok...what does that have to do with you figuring out what happened?”

“Remember when I said I have eyes everywhere. Back then I did too, and I saw you walking out a very...different Blue from a very special place.”

“How did you-”

“I also know what you did Ink, you were gone for two years with Blue, or at least that’s what you made him believe. Little did he know that you just messed with his mind.”

    It said, cutting off Ink. Ink’s expression saddened, Error sighed and said-

“It was my fault he had to do that.”

“You both have equal blame for what happened to him.”

    There was only silence after that, then It spoke again-

“Well that is all I am able to share with you for now, but I can guarantee you that we will meet again.”

    And just as Ink and Error were about to attack, It was gone.

“Mom, dad…”

    They both looked over at PJ nervously-

“What the hell did you do?..”

    PJ said, with a look of horror on his face.

    Meanwhile a few days later everything happened, Blue and ghost Dust were waiting at one of many meeting spots, this one being in a woodsy and secluded area of snowdin.

(Blue still had on Dust’s jacket and had a gray shirt on under it. He also had on black shorts, they were the same length as his old ones just different colors. His boots were like his shorts, same thing just different. They were dark brown, like more normal boots.)

    Blue was nervous, even though Nightmare had been working with him on how to deal with everyone, he hadn’t actually had to yet. He nervously said-

“What if this goes horribly wrong? And I can’t lead a group, let alone one like this.”

“It will be fine, trust me.”

    Dust said reassuringly, and even brought up-

“We all already made plan, so just stick mostly to that and it'll be fine.”

“Ya I know, for now we’re just going to try and find It…”

    Dust sensing that Blue was still nervous said- 

“Look Berry, there is no one right way to command a group, and there never will be. In the end you’re gonna just need to do it your way, ok?”

“Ya I do...thanks Dust”

    Dust grinned, and scooted near Blue saying-

“Can Dust get a kiss cause he did good.~”

“Myehehehe why the fuck did you say it like that?”

    Blue covered his mouth and Dust looked surprised. Blue slowly moved his hands away from his mouth.

“I didn’t mean to say that”

“Hahaha”

“Why are you laughing!?”

“I just thought that I would ever live to see the day that you of all monsters would say fuck.”

    Dust said as he kept laughing, Blue just sat there grumply.

“Well you just lost your kiss.”

“Aw why”

“You know why”

“Oh come on Berry…”

“Hmpf! I already told you, you lost your privileges.”

“If you don’t give me one I’m just gonna take it~”

    Dust said, as he pined Blue down to the bench they were sitting on. Blue yelped-

“Gah!?”

“Hehe see you’re so cute now~”

“D-Dust! Everyone will be here soon w-we can’t right now!”

“We’ll be lucky if they’re an hour late.”

“T-Then what about Nightmare!? I doubt-”

“He’s just like the others, and besides if he wanted to be on time he would’ve been here by now.”

    Blue looked around, and confirmed that no one was near by.

“See no, one anywhere.”

“Hm...I’m still mad at you...but fine…”

    Dust grinned and kissed Blue

(Sorry not writing this part, if you want it so bad ask.)

    After that, an hour later.

“*Huff* Ok then you happy?”

    Blue said, as he finished pulling up his pants. Dust chuckled-

“Well are you?”

    Blue’s whole face went a light shade of blue.

“Erp!?”

“Hahahaha”

    Blue again grumbled as they waited for everyone to show up and soon enough they did. Nightmare was the first one of the new arrivals to say something-

“Blue we’re gonna need to explain what’s going on to the others.”

“...Ok then good idea”

    Blue said nervously as Blue, Dust, and Nightmare slowly explained the situation. 

“So something made Blue some kinda...uh…”

    Outer said a bit confused on how to word it, Blue just sighed and said-

“Outer...you don’t gotta try and be nice about it...It even told me that I was a supercharged freak of a monster.”

“No, no Blue it’s not that, I would never say that even if you gave me permission.”

“Anyways Nightmare, do you really expect us to just obey short stack over there?”

    Horror said, snarkily followed by annoyed Dust saying-

“Yes he do-”

“Dust you don’t need to fight my battles but thanks.”

    Blue said reassuringly, followed by Horror saying-

“Never know maybe he does, you odvissely can’t deal with any shit yourself.

“You want to really test that Horror?”

“Haha, do you?” 

    Horror said as he healed up his axe. Nightmare looked down at Outer and asked-

“Hm, Ima let this play out, Outer this time I would like to ask you to do the same.”

“Why?”

“I want to see how Blue handles this.”

“Ok…”

    Outer said nervously as he watched the interesting display in front of him.

    Blue then tripped Horror as he threw his axe, making Horror miss. Blue then spawned five sharp bones with a blue magic tint to them. Blue grinned a bit and said-

“See Horror? I can take care of myself, and I am smart enough to do so.”

“Are you sure about that?”

    Horror said as his axe caim swinging back towards Blue, with six sharp bones with a blood red tint around it.

“...”

    Blue reached his arm behind him and caught the axe. It and the bones were engulfed with blue magic as Horror started to look a bit nervous. Blue then growled-

“I am very sure about that Horror. Now then I hope you can get this attitude of yours in check, for you I hope you can.”

    And with that Blue threw everything at a nearby tree, nearly breaking it into splinters. Horror was sweating nervously.

“Erk-!?”

    Blue let go off Horror’s shirt dropping him on the ground. He then went over to the others with Dust congratulating him-

“Well, you handled that well Berry.”

“Thank you Dust”

“Dust is right, you handled that well. But I need to tell you something…”

    Nightmare said making Blue a bit nervous, saying-

“Uh oh that’s normally not good…”

“Ya normally it’s not and it’s not good now either unfortunately.”

“Ok…”

Dust said, sharing Blue's nervousness. Nightmare continued-

“Well...it’s Ink...he wants to meet with you.”

    Blue’s eyes then went empty and his expression blank. Dust sighed saying-

“Ya I thought that would happen, Berry look it’s fine y-”

“It’s not”

    Blue snarled, again Dust tried to talk-

[zu-is-here]

I don't understand those who create 100 children for ships (like afterdeath, cream and many others). If 5 or 6, okay, I can be with that, but more - no! How do you feel about all of that?

I see what you mean here, anon (´∀｀) and honestly I don't see anything bad in this! I find it amazing when many inspired people create something new ☆

It's just that some ship kids get more popular than others, well, I don't think Paperjam or Lux we all know about were the first created kids. And besides, is it possible to prohibit creating? (≧∀≦) Of course no! ♡

Lemme ask you. Could you imagine how many great artists are there out of Tumblr/Twitter/[insert your cool place here]? How many different AUs, new Sanses and ships are there? How many beautiful ship kids do they create almost every day?

They love Undertale too, they draw awesome artworks, they create unique AUs nobody here know about. Maybe we'll never know, we're fine with a couple of them. But who knows, and maybe 5 or 6 won't be enough for us anymore? ☆

[luna-almighty-god]

Guardian Angel N°14 [Brother, my brother]

Here is chapter fourteen !

The drawing is mine, please don’t take it!

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

Enjoy reading !

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First Chapter

Previous Chapter

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“Why keep him awake?”

It was a question Ink had been asking himself for a long time. Since Nyx had reached adolescence. Since Nightmare had put a terrible, horrible spell on him, at least for those in need of sleep.

Not that the Artist gave a damn, far from it. He was just curious, intrigued even, not the strange choice of the master of nightmares. After all, Nightmare saw in Nyx an heir, so wasn't it foolish to weaken him like that?

But the keeper of the nightmares had given him the most serious answer in the world:

“Have you never experienced sleepless nights? As the hours go by, as the next day comes, one can see thoughts, ideas, worries multiplying. At night, when we don't sleep, our worries and apprehensions grow, become so great that nothing seems possible anymore, that tranquility gives way to paranoia. Insomnia is the dark side of imagination, joy and hope. In the morning, everything seems confused, disaster scenarios assail our minds, and the day unfolds in this second state, this state of terror. We get up, we tell ourselves that we're going to make it.”

He had a sinister smile on his face:

“But once you go to bed, once you try to sleep and you're confronted with the night again... the same scenario happens. And the constant terror makes us lose all hope. We can't see what's really around us.”

He had watched Ink sneer:

“This way, isn't it easier to keep him under our control?”

Yes, you do. It was a lot easier.

And Nyx was well aware that he was being manipulated all along. But what could he do?

*** ***

PaperJam should never have gone there alone. He knew that, of course. But there was no way he would sit there and do nothing, and if he had asked for help, he would have been forbidden to go!

Of course, he could have called Goth, but Goth would have told Geno, who would have told Error! So, option to be avoided.

Jammy found himself wandering in the multiverse, feverish but determined, and above all terribly lonely, trying to feel the magic energy of Nyx.

But he couldn't feel it. On reflection, he had never felt it.

It had only increased his anxiety and he had hesitated to return to his parents - who were probably looking for him.

[But he felt it.]

Confused, PaperJam didn't understand. He didn't understand why he suddenly felt the magic of his daddy Ink... twice.

The incoherence was even stronger when he had perceived an anomaly in one of the two magics, and it's the anguish - as well as the curiosity - that pushed him to go towards this strange magic.

Oh, for God's sake... why did he go alone?

He hadn't thought about it, he had to admit it. Yet he should have been alerted by the magic that appeared out of nowhere and which, as if by chance, showed up when he was alone. He should have been worried when he saw this magic that seemed to be calling him. He should have worried when he had arrived in this AU desert.

But he hadn't done any of that.

And the reckless child, besides not being suspicious, didn't realize that he had been watched since his arrival in that remote UA. Observed? No. Scrutiny would be the operative word. Scrutinized from head to toe, examined, judged, by that red look filled with hatred, the look of an Ink who was not his father, far from it, very far from it.

“I led him to us. Get rid of him now.” commanded the Creator of the future at Nyx's address.

Nyx opened his eyes, to look at his father with terror and incomprehension:

“Don't you want to take the place of your doppelganger and thus acquire his family? What is the purpose of killing this child then?

- This child is not my son. He will never be my son like you! You were not born of my union with Error! This kid is from the Ink of this timeline, this Ink that I will take care of making disappear, who in no way deserves MY Error! He didn't fight for it, he didn't know what I went through! He cheated! Cheated because of you! I will never accept it, I will never accept anything that comes from him because of you! Including that stupid, weak kid!”

The cartoonist was caught in a cold sweat, intimidated by the angry look his father gave him. He could only nod his head feverishly, trembling, and Ink gave him a satisfied smile:

“Good. Join me when you're done. And don't be long.”

He opened a portal and went through it without waiting.

Abandoned to his fate, Nyx felt a sob hugging his throat as he turned around to observe PaperJam a little further away, poor Jammy who hadn't noticed him yet and who didn't suspect his fate for a moment.

No... No, he couldn't feel pity. He couldn't sympathize, he couldn't let himself be touched. PaperJam meant nothing to him, at least Nyx tried to convince himself of that. But how can you convince yourself to hate a young skeleton who has supported you so much these last months? A little skeleton who was mischievously coming to sleep with him every night, keeping him company during his long insomnia ? A little skeleton who had the delicacy to never reveal his withdrawal crisis ...

PaperJam was too nice ... And it was this kindness that was going to kill him.

Jammy barely had time to react when he perceived the use of magic not far from him. Before being able to defend himself, his legs were swept by a tentacle, and he collapsed head first against the ground. Confused, he raised his head in panic, only to freeze at the sight of Nyx standing nearby, looking down on him. Looking at him in a way that PaperJam hated...

The child swallowed as he saw tentacles materializing from the shadows. He didn't understand anything anymore, but Nyx was definitely not in his normal state.

The appendixes sprang towards him, with the clear purpose of quickly reducing it to dust. And if PaperJam didn't move, nailed to the ground by surprise and anguish, he was nevertheless able to raise his voice as his big innocent and confused eyes planted themselves in Nyx's eyes:

“Big brother... ?”

The tentacles froze a few millimeters from his body, while the older one petrified in amazement, the words dying in his throat:

“.... W-what...?” stuttered the cartoonist.

PaperJam felt his soul squeeze. He gratified his elder with a look of anxiety, fear, but above all .... Filled with a tenderness and love that surprised Nyx.

Slowly, braving his fear and ignoring the appendages that seemed as frightened as he was, the child came to gently put his hand on a tentacle, to gently caress it to calm him, to comfort him.

“.... You called Ink 'Daddy' .... explained the younger one delicately. And ... You have tentacles, you draw ... you eat black apples .... Your eyes change shape ... So, DaddInk and Nightmare are your parents ...?”

The perspicacity of his younger brother surprised Nyx, who made his tentacles disappear in panic, retreating one step:

“I...”

Jammy puffed up his cheeks:

“I'm not an idiot... Don't lie to me...”

The Draftsman observed him for a few moments, unaware of this turn of events. He finally looked down in shame:

“... No, you're not stupid. Quite the contrary. You're right, I am the son of Nightmare and Ink. But I come from another timeline...”

Paperjam tilted his head to the side, intrigued. He got up slowly without letting go of Nyx's gaze:

“... Timeline ... My parents often talk about it, but it only concerns AUs like Undertale ... But I understand the principle. You're, like... a possibility? Something that could have happened in our lives? And I must be the same for you, right?

- It's, like... (Sighs) It's kind of like that, yeah...”

The child took one small step, then another, so as not to frighten his brother, giving him time to get used to his presence as if he wanted to tame him. And it seemed to work, for despite his trembling, Nyx let him approach without making the slightest gesture.

“... Nyx ... if you tell me what you're afraid of ... ?”

The drawer tightened, his throat tied, before finally raising his eyes full of tears towards his younger son:

“... I ... I ...”

He put one hand over his mouth, choking a sob.

“...I don't want to destroy my family again...”

He closed his eyes, repressing the tears that were burning his eyes, and that was enough for PaperJam to brave the last meters that separated them, and come to embrace him with all his strength:

“... you won't destroy it. You are too nice for that...

- ... No. I'm sorry, Jammy... Y-You don't know what I could've done... You don't know me...”

The child laughed nicely:

“There's a lot of things I don't know, but that doesn't stop me from trusting! You know ... I don't know Father well ... he's clumsy with me, and he's afraid to touch me ... but I trust him because, even though he doesn't talk much, he protects me and tries to make me happy.”

Jammy had a lovely smile:

“Just like you, Nyx. You try to help and protect everyone, so you're nice! My sweet big brother!”

He came to rub his face against his chest and Nyx's cheekbones took on a soft mauve hue. The child finally let him go:

“So, what can I do to help you?”

The elder one frowned on the arches, before he began to think:

“... I don't know myself what I can do ... what I want to do ... I want my parents to be happy, but in order to do that I have to hurt other people I love...

- And is that necessary?

- ... ...excuse me?”

Nyx watched his younger brother look innocently at him:

“Will it really make them happy that you're doing this?

- ... Yes... that's what they want...

- But... what they want won't necessarily make them happy. I want candy all the time but Papink won't let me eat it... It annoys me, but at the same time it's to make me healthy, and therefore happy!”

Nyx blinked, surprised by his words... and finally he started to laugh. At first softly, then more frankly, as if all his pressure suddenly disappeared, that he was freed from a weight too heavy for his shoulders.

PaperJam was surprised:

“Did I... did I say something stupid?”

The drawer caressed his skull while trying to calm his laughter, his pupils regaining a soft golden color:

“No Jammy, on the contrary. You're absolutely right!”

The child's eyes opened wide when his elder carried him suddenly. He looked at him confusedly:

“Nyx?

- Let's go home little head! It's time for me to take control of my life!”

Something that made PaperJam smile and raise his fist triumphantly:

“Yeah! Well spoken!”

They exchanged a knowing glance and Nyx took out his pencil, making a gesture to create a portal. But of course, nothing could simply happen. Fate, karma, whatever else, did not wish to help or support poor Nyx, whose life seemed to mock him every minute of his existence.

Fate came in the form of a tentacle which flashed towards the two brothers, and if Nyx had the presence of mind to step aside, he petrified when the appendix stole his pencil from him!

“No,” he exclaimed as he turned his head, only to be covered in cold sweat the next instant.

Nightmare, his father, was standing there, looking bad, looking quite.... disappointed.

PaperJam hiccuped in fear as he came to hide against Nyx, trembling, feeling the negative aura of the nightmare master amplify throughout the entire UA.

“I should have been firmer”, scolded the guard, whose pupil crackled with anger. “Ink gave you an order, execute it Nyx!”

The drawer moved backwards, feverishly ... before puckering the arches and putting Jammy behind him, not without letting go of the Nightmare gaze.

“No, he said. I'm sorry, Father, but I can't hurt my little brother.

- HE'S NOT YOUR BROTHER!” shouted the master of woe. “THIS IS NOT YOUR TIMELINE! THIS IS NOT YOUR LIFE! YOU DON'T KNOW THESE PEOPLE, AND YOU WOULD BETRAY ME FOR THEM?!”

Nyx gently rubbed PaperJam's back to calm his tremors as he faced his father with more determination:

“I've only known them for a few months... but they're all I've ever dreamed of... I won't let you take them away from me.”

Nightmare shudders like his aura, before his blue eyes become darker than ever, before the air around him becomes icy, before the earth beneath their feet trembles and cracks under the weight of an increasingly uncontrollable magic.

The hoarse voice of the guardian rose:

“I should have finished you at birth.”

Nyx became livid, grabbed PJ against him as his own tentacles materialized to surround them, forming a shield that Nightmare clashed with when he attacked them.

The shock was severe, Nyx wince at the impact, not feeling able to match his father. He kept Jammy against him and dragged him abruptly into the shadows, only to move furtively and at high speed away from there. It might have worked if Nightmare wasn't a dark follower himself ....

“Poor coward ! Is this how I raised you?!” he cried, turning the Nyx's soul blue, before forcibly pulling it out of the shadows.

The cartoonist hiccupped, dropped PaperJam and fell to the ground as he himself was thrown against a nearby rock. Although the pain was nothing compared to what he had already experienced, he still let out a yelp of pain as he collapsed to the ground, landing badly on his hands.

He grimaced, feeling his wrist electrify him. To think that this wound would never have the slightest respite ...

Nyx looked up at his father. He had no desire to fight him, but his sire left him no choice.

Nightmare passed Nyx's tentacles without harm, probably because the rage made him more powerful than ever. He made the bones appear and threw them at his son, scolded when he saw him dodge them, decided to turn his soul blue a second time and suddenly pulled him towards him.

Nyx hiccupped, could not hold his body, which was heavily propelled towards Nightmare. He yelped when his father grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up without the slightest softness, darting an angry look at him.

“Nyx, you're just a...”

The keeper stopped suddenly, surprised, as if he had noticed something that had been too well concealed until then:

“.... That a kid ... weak ... and dependent ...”

The last word had been blown slowly as an unhealthy smile appeared on the teeth of the master of misfortune, whose gaze had been illuminated with a sadistic glow full of madness:

“That's why you're not getting anywhere at the moment... You have no more apple ~”

Nyx petrified, his breath accelerating in anguish as he watched his father without knowing what to do.

Paperjam, not far away, also tensed up, remembering all too well the crisis that his brother had made, crisis which had been able to be calmed only thanks to apples precisely.

Without understanding the desire to cry which had suddenly embraced him, Nyx felt his magic trembling, trembling under a terrible apprehension. And Nightmare's smile only added to his palpable horror.

So ... what can I do to make you a good dog again?" the guard purring. Should I give you apples? Would you be interested? »

Nyx's magic became more painful, his body seemed to be bitten from the inside, violently lacerated by frost teeth. Each of his bones screamed grace as his pupils slowly began to alternate between blue and gray, panic and supplication.

“N-no...” he articulated slowly, using violence to answer nothing else.

But his body screamed the opposite, his whole being was sweating and begging, while his mouth spoke only lies that Nyx would have liked to believe:

“I don't care about apples...”

{I need it}

“No matter what it does to me...”

{I'm scared}

“It doesn't matter if I disappear... I wasn't even supposed to exist...”

{I don't want to die}

“I, uh...”

The tears came back furiously burning his eyes, but he struggled not to let them out.

“I... I... I...”

Nightmare had darkened, arched arches, hating the response, which sounded to his ear canals like a pathetic, laughable lament.

“... To think that I saw you as my heir... when you're just a stupid emotional kid playing grown-up.”

[CRACK]

A painful crack. An umpteenth on the trembling soul of Nyx.

“... I just wanted to see you happy...” the drawer hiccupped as the first tears began to fall. “I just wanted to...”

He screamed at the ground, his spirit twisting as his skull hit the ground. One minute his heart was high, and the next he regurgitated. He regurgitated a reddish liquid with a pungent taste, while the world around him began to turn, that his body gave him the impression of being torn apart and crushed, oppressed, on the verge of yielding, of breaking.

“NYX!” shouted PaperJam while straightening up without daring to intervene more, petrified of terror by the negative aura of Nightmare which also gave him desire to cry.

The master of nightmares looked at his son with an evil eye, his fists clenched:

“... Since you want it so badly, why don't you just die?”

His magic was activated, forcing Nyx to curl up on himself as the guard scolded:

“... Die of madness, you idiot.”

Nightmare snapped his fingers.

Nothing happened.

...not in the eyes of PaperJam at least. But Nyx, he felt it violently. That storm that swept through him, that invisible padlock that gave him nightmares every night, that fucking, fucking spell that had begun to crumble in the last few months...

And Nightmare had just struck the fatal blow.

He had definitely removed the spell that was keeping him awake.

Far from seeing this as a release, Nyx lost his pupils, his face turned livid. Panic, fright, horror, terror.

[He sank into darkness]

[He sank into silence]

[He fell into fucking nightmares]

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Credits =

Nightmare ->  Joku

Ink -> Myebi

Paperjam -> 7GoodAngel