#Weekly Underverse

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Week 28 - A Buncha Silly Doodles!!

creator: me :)

time taken: idk… 2 hours??

notes: wanted to continue the sick Cross saga but wanted to draw more. (Photos are a little edited, mainly for brightness because I took these pictures when it was dark lol-)

Close ups under the cut

[weeklyinksans]

''Nice weather! What AU's are we cooking on the menu today?''.

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Inspired by dailyinkk!

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🧡 This is a weekly blog, which means art will be posted once a week! The idea for this came to me from a simple fun pun about daily character blogs.

💛This blog is solely focused on the character Ink!Sans and it's content will reflect such statement. Drawings will be posted weekly, "in which day of the week" is a question that will greatly vary.

🤍Drawing requests will be accepted! You can request any Ink variants (like pale, dreamswap!ink, underverse! ink, etc....) and other AU characters ( such as Core!Frisk, Undertop!Gaster etc...) to interact with Ink!Sans. Headcanon requests are also allowed!

🩵The art found here will mostly consist of traditional material and pixel art. Quality may tend to vary between finished drawings and simple fun doodles.

💙This blog will not feature any adult content, although suggestive themes will be found and will be tagged properly. Please be mindful with certain requests!

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I haven't felt passionate about something for a long time, and I'm finally getting back into writing one of the stories I wrote on wattpad back in 2019 , Its a yandere underverse x reader. Gender neutral reader and such-

I just wanted to ask if anyone would be interested in it if I posted the link here ^^ , I might post it on Ao3 as well but I know that Ao3 doesn't have any x reader's (from my experience)

Anyway on the fanfiction plan I'm updating it weekly, 3000 words per chapter ext. I also have two fanfictions with the concept of my vampire Murder drones au in my docs and wanted to know if people might have been interested in those If I ever got around to starting them, they're Nuvi themed and ones an alternative universe with N as the main character in both books since in the show we saw things mostly from Uzi's pov

[koko-doodle]

FEM Shattered!Dream AU - The Black Apple

(This is my take on how Shattered!Dream came to be. In this version Dream is female and Nightmare is Male)

Nightmare smirked as he watched a version of Frisk decimate the entire town of Snowdin in a genocide run. He could feel the pain, fear, and pure agony fill him with energy. He let his leg swing back and forth over the side of the branch he was perched on. It was such a “pleasant” day for Nightmare, nothing but silent snow falling and the occasional scream of a dying monster. He let out a relaxed sigh and closed his eye.

“Hey, Boss!”

Nightmare opened his eye and scowled as he looked down to the base of the tree, there stood Killer giving a partial wave. He grumbled as he stood up and jumped down from his spot, landing in the snow with a loud crunch.

“What? I thought I told you not to bother me with your ugly face today” he hissed.

“Yeah yeah you need your ‘beauty’ rest today” said Killer, making a quotation mark gesture with his hands. “But you know I wouldn’t bother you without a good reason”.

“Well it better be a good one, for your own sake. What is it?” Nightmare said folding his arms and raising a brow while he waited for a response.

“I was out making my rounds when I came across this....” Killer pulled out a small letter from inside his hoodie and offered it to Nightmare. “It has your name on it.”

“A letter... you’re bothering me about a letter? Are you some kind of underverse mailman now?” he snickered and laughed. “Go do your JOB Killer. And DON’T bother me again today.”

“It’s from Dream, Nightmare.” Killer quickly retorted.

Nightmare looked down at the note being offered to him. On the front of the letter was his name written neatly in the center of the envelope. He snatched the letter and turned it over seeing the envelope sealed with a golden apple wax seal. Nightmare scoffed.

“She wants to be pen pals now huh? This is just getting ridiculously pathetic...” he chuckled making a move to rip it in half but paused. He hummed softly as he thought and stared at the note. “Well, maybe it will at least be entertaining” he said waving a hand at Killer. “You can leave now, go back to keeping an eye on that ink stain. I don’t want him giving any more AU’s hope or positive feelings.”

“Sure Night. Just try not to give yourself a paper cut, princess” Killer stated with a smirk. He vanished before Nightmare could land a tentacle on him.

“Tch... Smartmouth...” Nightmare muttered under his breath. He inspected the letter turning it over and back several times. After staring at the wax seal on the back for a few minutes he finally rolled his eye and ripped open the letter aggressively. He yanked out the note and unfolded it. The note was written with nearly perfect handwriting, almost as if it were printed. The paper was a soft yellow with a decorative floral pattern surrounding the boarder. Just the sight of it made Nightmare sick, it reeked of positivity. He sighed and leaned up against the tree as he began to read the note.

Nightmare,

I hope this letter finds you. I would like to speak with you, just you and I with no one else. I want to make a deal. If you come and speak with me I vow to never interfere with your business again. I just want to talk one last time as siblings, please. Then you won’t have to deal with me bothering your plans again. I’ll be waiting at our spot around dusk. I will be unarmed and will not draw any weapon on you. Please come...

~Dream

Nightmare chuckled as he read the note, Dream couldn’t be serious. The deal she wanted to make was outrageous, could she really promise something like that and actually follow through with it? Would she really stay away from him if he went to this ‘meeting’? Not likely. He sneered and ripped up the note letting the pieces fall into the snow.

“Yeah right... I’m not THAT stupid Dream. ‘Oh I just want to talk’” he said mimicking Dream’s voice. “That’s the oldest and dumbest trick in the book.... Idiot.”

He continued to think on the contents of the letter, reciting it over in his head. The more he thought about it the more he realized Dream could never actually pull off something like that. She may be clever and sly at times but setting a trap was not her style. Since breaking away from Ink after the whole X-Event, she has been working alone. He looked up and watched as the snow fell. The human in this AU was making their way out of Snowdin, he would have to move in order to continue feeding on the negativity. As he pondered on his choices, he finally unfolded his arms and stepped away from the tree.

“Alright Dream, fine. I’ll indulge you in your little game this time but only to watch you struggle as you try to apologize for the millionth time.” He looked down at the pieces of the letter laying in the snow. “Seeing you suffer will be worth the trip...”

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Dream sat alone in an empty universe staring off into nothing. She gripped a glass of juice tightly in her hands as she waited. She hoped with all her soul Nightmare found her letter and would come. This was her last chance to bring her brother back, if she failed there would be nothing left she could do. She would have to accept that Nightmare was truly lost to corruption. She rubbed her thumbs on the glass and stared into the liquid. She rehearsed in her mind some of the incidents where she had tried to stop him. They had almost killed each other several times but never took the final step. They knew each other’s limit and they had both pushed that limit to the brink of breaking.

“Hey airhead....” said a voice from behind. Dream quickly turned to see Nightmare staring down at her.

“Brother...” She made a move to stand up but Nightmare shoved her shoulder to keep her seated.

“DON’T move from that spot or I’ll leave, got it?” he said scowling. Dream gave a small nod in agreement and Nightmare sat down next to her, keeping a foot or two of distance between them. Dream reached behind her and grabbed a glass of juice off a tree stump and offered it to her brother. He stared at the glass confused.

“It’s just a drink Night, it used to be your favorite juice...” she continued to hold the glass. Nightmare was refusing to take it but Dream was not going to take no as an answer. He snatched the glass and inspected it. It looked fine, he brought the glass to his nose and smelled it. He took a small sip. It was cranberry juice, it had been one one of his favorite drinks the villagers made that he and Dream had made a weekly routine to enjoy.

“Really? You must be extremely desperate to pull this card on me” he chuckled. “Bring me back here to mom’s tree, my favorite drink, making a deal.... oh how far you’ve fallen Dream” he sneered and continued to enjoy his juice.

“.... Night...” she began softly but was cut off by her brother.

“That’s Nightmare to you DREAM, you haven’t earned the right to use that nickname anymore.”

“Right....” she said. Dream took a deep breath before speaking again. “Do you remember the fairytales we used to read together? There were so many adventures we went on, you always made them so exciting and real...” she smiled. “I remember my favorite one was the tale of the twins who were separated at birth, one was being kept slave to a dragon while the other fought to free their sibling. You could feel the love they shared for each other, even though they had no real memory of one another.”

“You remember they both die at the end don’t you? They spent only minutes together before both dying trying to save the other from the dragon. There was no happy ending in that story Dream” he hissed back annoyed.

“But they were both happy in the last moments they had together... It was a beautiful story.”

“Your point?” Nightmare growled.

“Nothing... I just miss the moments we spent together, I never wanted anything to change.”

“Exactly, thats why this whole mess is your fault. You were always so caught up in your own fairytale in your head that you refused to see what was really going on. You didn’t want to. You only cared about yourself and your dumb fantasies” he retorted frustrated.

“That’s not true...” Dream whispered to herself. Nightmare’s tentacles began to shift irritatedly.

“Oh it’s not? Let’s review the facts shall we? When I would come home with cuts and bruises every other day from being beaten and abused you did nothing. Sure you may have asked if something was wrong but anyone with half a skull wouldn’t have taken ‘I’m fine’ as an answer. Every Frisk in the underverse can tell when something is really wrong with their friends and they are just a child. But you couldn’t even see the pain and suffering I was going through. You’re own brother, you refused to listen to because you’re an idiotic toddler only seeing what you want to see.”

“I know!” Dream shouted. Nightmare glanced over at her surprised of the sudden outburst. “I was so caught up in everything, all the new experiences and new feelings I was blinded... everything was going so well, I thought we were happy... I didn’t want it to ever end...” she gripped the glass in her hand tighter and her eyes filled with tears. “I was weak and small minded... I could have done better, I SHOULD have done better.”

“Yeah you should have. Everything, all of this is your fault Dream. You couldn’t save me then and you can’t save me now. You only ever make things worse, even Cross is upset with you” Nightmare stated. Several tears fell to the ground and Dream looked the opposite direction from Nightmare. “Yeah I know about your little argument. I felt his anger and disappointment in you. You really must have done something awful for him to have such negative feelings towards you. It’s quite ironic since you are the guardian of positive emotions. You broke his fragile little soul, almost makes me proud of you” he laughed.

“I... I know... everything is my fault. I can’t ever protect anyone that matters to me...” Dream said softly between tears.

“Wait, you’re actually agreeing with me? I can’t believe it. Its taken you this long to realize how horrible of a being you are” Nightmare stated happily. Dream had never admitted to being wrong in all the years since Dreamtale had fallen. She had always blamed him for not telling her more. The fight with Cross must have really done a number on her and Nightmare was enjoying digging the knife in deeper.

“You’re right... I am horrible... I’ve made awful decisions that have hurt others. Others only love me because of my positive aura, not because I am a good person... I’m lost without you Nightmare...”

Nightmare couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It filled him with such pleasure to see Dream in such a low state, to see her suffer. While he loved what he was seeing and hearing, something wasn’t quite right. This was not a typical behavior for Dream, had she finally snapped? He knew where Dream was headed with the conversation, she was going to ask for his help but why should he help her? She never gave a second thought when he was suffering alone in agony. It’s only fair he return the favor.

“Lost without me? Oh how sad, look I’m crying” he said sarcastically making a crying face and laughed. “You’ve done this to yourself sis, what goes around comes around. You’re finally getting a taste of what I had to go through and it sucks doesn’t it?” Nightmare finished his drink and tossed the glass, watching it shatter on the ground. He stole the glass from Dream’s hands and stood up. “It’s time you grow up and take responsibility for your actions. I hope you have fun suffering all alone because you’ve lost everyone who would even care if you’re hurting. No one is going to even miss you” he sneered and drank all the contents in Dream’s glass before shattering it on the ground right next to her. “Have a nice life SIS.”

He laughed as he began to walk away. This meeting was completely worth every second. He got to see his sister at her lowest point and cause her even more misery. He couldn’t have planned it better himself and now, she won’t bother him in his business. At least until she breaks her promise but he should be able to get a good amount of chaos in before that happens. He reveled in the glory of finally winning over dream until he felt a strong pain hit his chest and stopped. The pain hit again even harder causing him to let out an audible cry. The pain started to spread to his entire body which made him fall to his knees.

“I know you will never forgive me for what I did to you... and continue to do. I only ever wanted us to be happy but because of me you’ve lost the ability to feel happiness...” Dream said standing up.

“WHAT did you DO?!” Nightmare shouted, he could barely manage to scream audible words at her. His whole body felt like it was on fire, he coughed uncontrollably and began to vomit black liquid. He felt as if his bones were sliding off his body but when he looked at his hands, he shouted in terror. The black liquid he was composed of was oozing out of his form, exposing his real bones. The goo formed a puddle all around him as it continued to vacate his body. The pain began to shift back to the center of his chest. He cried in agony as his soul and his right eye began to burn one last time, he raised a hand to his eye to try and keep the pain from spreading again. By the time the pain subsided and he opened both his eyes, Dream was right in front of him on her knees. She was saying something but nightmare couldn’t hear anything due to his ears ringing. Everything felt like a muffled blur.

“...! N-......! Night.....! Nightmare!!!” Dream’s shouts finally became audible and Nightmare shifted his gaze towards her locking his eyes with hers. Her eyes were filled with tears, she was crying uncontrollably.

“D....Dream...?” He said, only managing a whisper.

“Nightmare!!!!” She tackled him overjoyed. “It worked! I can’t believe it! You’re back!” She held him tight and he let out a pained gasp. “Sorry! Sorry, I’m just so glad to see you. The REAL you...” Dream let go and sat back wiping her tears away. Nightmare looked down at himself, he flipped his hands over and back then inspected the rest of his body. He was no longer covered in black ooze, he could feel solid bone.

“What.... what did you do?” Nightmare said horrified. He never thought he would ever see himself in this form again. Feelings of joy, happiness, and pleasure as well as all sorts of positive feelings began to fill his entire body and he couldn’t stop himself from crying.

“I brought you home brother...” she took his hands in hers and stared into his eyes smiling. “Welcome back...”

“But how... It’s not... I don’t understand...” Nightmare was overwhelmed by everything, he could barely form a sentence.

“Don’t worry.... I vowed I would make you happy again... and I am so glad I was able to be here to see it” she smiled and wiped more tears away.

“What do you mean?” Just as Nightmare asked the question all the black ooze gathered in one spot and solidified itself into a single black apple. They both stared at it, Nightmare was shocked. Before he could reach the apple Dream snatched it away from him. She held onto it and looked away from Nightmare’s gaze.

“It doesn’t matter.... you’re home now... can’t we just enjoy this one moment together?” Dream still avoided looking at Nightmare.

“Dream... what’s going on? Give me that apple” he said sternly.

“No... I’ve worked so hard to get to this point.... I just want to enjoy this last happy moment with you...”

“You have exactly 5 seconds to explain what the HECK you just did to me Dream!!!” Nightmare was frustrated and getting scared. She finally locked eyes with him then looked down at the apple before standing up with a deep sigh.

“I’ve been trying and trying to find a way to bring you back to me... and after all these years, I finally learned how to make a golden apple.”

“You what?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I knew if I did you would never try it... So I had to find a way to get you to eat it without actually biting it... So...” She looked back to the glass he had shattered right next to her, it had a faint yellow tint to it rather than red.

“You.... how did you know I would take your drink?!” he asked.

“We may not be close but you are still my brother... I know you...” she smiled a pained smile and took a few steps back. “I’ve learned throughout the years that you can’t get rid of negativity... we tried so hard to kill each other but we were missing the solution. Dark and light can’t be destroyed, they have to both coexist to keep the balance. While they can’t be destroyed they can be.... transferred.”

“What are you saying....?” He was starting to understand what had happened and he was terrified what Dream was going to say next.

“If I can’t make you happy, then I’m going to give all my happiness to you.... You’ve suffered for long enough Nightmare, its my turn...”

“You can’t be serious, it’s not possible you can’t just switch.... souls...” His eyes widened and he drew his soul from his chest. Instead of a black apple form it was gold with a black center. Realization and terror swept across Nightmare and he jumped to his feet. “Dream this isn’t funny! Whatever joke you’re trying to pull you can stop now!”

“It’s not a joke, you mean everything to me Nightmare! You always have. A sister should be willing to give everything up for their brother. Right? They should be willing to sacrifice their life for their family, for MY family.” Dream raised the apple to her mouth.

“STOP! You don’t know what your doing, this isn’t a game!” Nightmare shouted unable to move from his spot. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing from his sister and the tears wouldn’t stop.

“Its too late Nightmare, there’s no turning back now.... Besides, you said it yourself... No one will ever miss me...”

Dream took the first bite of the black apple.

Dream & Nightmare (c) Jokublog

Killer (c) rahafwabas

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tagged by: @asurrealdreamer​ (thx mon ami!) tagging: idk m8 do it if y’wanna!

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME )    Spacy! I’ve been using that alias long enough at this point that one of my best friends IRL calls me almost exclusively by that name lmao

TWO ( BIRTHDAY )     November 22, 1986

THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN )    I’m on the Scorp/Sag cusp, but apparently I’m more of a Scorpio. I relate way more to Sag traits, honestly? The whole “independent free-spirit” viiiiibe is something that resonates with me I guess. As does the whole “impulsive, flighty, kind of careless” thing. 

FOUR ( HEIGHT )  5′1″. Yes I’m a shorty.

FIVE ( HOBBIES ) Roleplay is the one I consistently keep coming back to, lmao. Beyond that! Cooking and baking are still things I definitely enjoy, and I also love a good crossword puzzle. Voice acting is still something I’m really passionate about, and even if I’m not making a lot of money at it yet, it’s still been fun working on the projects I’ve been booking since I got started. I also!!! really like to travel and plan trips. In The Before Times, I’d go to a random country generator and pick a place to go to sometime during the year. I’d save for the trip during the year, and whenever I was in a bad mood or having a really awful time, I’d focus all that energy on finding cool stuff to do in the place I was going. It was always fun! I only got to go to Austria, Georgia (the country), and Mexico before everything happened, but hoping to be able to pick the practice back up again soon. I drew Bulgaria after I got back from Mexico, so that’d be fun! 

SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S )   Ocean blue, chartreuse, and neon pink! Maybe a nice sandy beach yellow too. 

SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS )    Still probably the DragonLance books! 

EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO )  Complex Image from Higurashi no Naku Koro ni

NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ) My best friend and I just watched The Roommate for our weekly bad movie night and it was definitely a whole lot of Bad. I also watched a comic dub for Handplates that was about feature length so honestly that probably counts too lmao, I definitely felt about as emotionally drained by the end as if I’d watched a full movie. 

TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ) I guess to just pick my boy Wingdings since I got a good number of new mutuals after taking him on as a muse--I’m still kinda feeling my way through that. Watching Underverse/X-Tale was definitely part of it--X-Gaster is definitely my favorite character in that series, even if I’m not really going for X-Gaster in how I write my Gaster. When I was reading through some Mercyplates comics to soothe the sting from Handplates, I kind of realized “ehhh??? I think????? I was shooting for something like this?????” Emotionally stunted skeleton scientist who didn’t necessarily intend to create sentient life, but did, got Attached despite his best efforts and lost his nerve before he was able to go Full Evil Mad Scientist, and is trying to take responsibility for the choices he’s made. 

ELEVEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL )  I am Spacy. These are my muses. :V

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My first in the weekly project is for @jakei95! Jakei is best known for her animation and comic book styles, working on her Underverse and Metadora projects. Her outgoing and fun personality is sort of like a magnet-- just one of her posts can make a person smile. Her works have inspired me to be the best person I can be, and her chill attitude when it comes to being rushed helps me learn a little about how to deal with society in general. In short, Jakei is just an amazing person, and anyone not knowing her should DEFINITELY check her out. Have a nice day! :3

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Week 14 - Blind Cross (Ft. Crossmare)

Creators: me :)

word count: 2675

notes: This is an unfinished thing I wrote a looong time ago when I stumbled across “Paul and Matthew” a married couple in which Paul is blind and Matthew is not, but they’re also very sweet and adorable.

And so all of a sudden something inside me went “CROSSMARE” and thus here we are.

Also, I am not blind and very luckily able bodied so please let me know if there are any corrections that need to be made :)

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“Are you making coffee?”

“Mhmm.”

Nightmare walked into the kitchen where he found his husband by the coffee maker.

“Wait Night.” Cross said suddenly.

“What?” Nightmare asked, looking at his partner, slightly confused and concerned.

There was a moment of silence, before Cross closed the lid on the pod of coffee grounds and it let out a satisfying “pop”.

“I love that sound.” Cross muttered, pressing a button on the coffee maker to get his coffee started.

“You’re silly.” Nightmare laughed as he grabbed another mug from the cabinet.

“Isn’t it a nice sound!” Cross laughed with the other as he grabbed his coffee mug as the coffee machine finished its job.

“It is.“ Nightmare smiled, walking over to his partner.

“Uhg! And it smells so good.” Cross said, holding the cup up to his nose.

“Does it?” Nightmare asked, half seriously.

Cross let out a little “mhmm” as Nightmare spoke again. “Could I smell?”

“Mhmm yeah.” Cross held out the mug to Nightmare, the other in turn taking it from his partner and sniffing it.

“Oh that does smell good.” Nightmare agreed.

“Right? Do you want me to make you one?” Cross asked, holding his hand out again.

“No I’m good though thanks.” Nightmare walked out, taking a sip of the coffee and putting the empty mug he got before in Cross’s hand.

Cross shrugged, turning back to the machine and going to take a sip out of the cup when-

“Nightmare!” Cross laughed as he went to where he heard Nightmare walk off to.

His partner turned back around to Cross, catching the smaller in his chest and wrapping his arms around him, holding back his laugh as he had a mouthful of coffee.

“You little- give me back my coffee!” Cross laughed, putting his hands on Nightmares shoulders and feeling down his arms to find the tallers hand.

Nightmare swallowed the coffee in his mouth and laughed, taking ahold of one of his lovers hand and placing the mug gently in his grasp.

“You asshole.” Cross continued to laugh, taking a sip of the coffee.

Nightmare smiled, giving Cross a kiss on the top of his head. “Remember we’re going to meet the others for lunch later.”

“Yup.” Cross nodded, walking back to the kitchen.

“Hun watch out you forgot to-“

“OW!”

“…Close the cupboard.” Nightmare chuckled silently to himself, walking over to his partner and putting a hand on his back and on the hand that was holding the coffee mug.

“It’s my curse I swear.” Cross mumbled, using Nightmare to help him get up.

“You need to remember to close them.” Nightmare joked helping Cross up and his tendril close the cupboard door.

“It’s hard! I’m like a child, I don’t have good object permanence. I don’t see it, I don’t feel it, I assume it’s out of my way and I forget to close it.” Cross exclaimed, setting the mug down.

“Being mostly blind and having ADHD is not a good combination.” Nightmare muttered, half joking.

“I don’t have ADHD.” Cross shook his head, grabbing the empty mug Nightmare handed him earlier.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Nightmare, again, joked before getting knocked on the head by Cross

“You’re way to accurate with that.” Nightmare eyed the smaller.

“You’re an entire black being against the white tabletop.” Cross rolled his eyes.

“What!? You’re telling me you can see me!?” Nightmare joked in an overly dramatic voice, before laughing as Cross threw a hand towel at him.

“Oh shut up.” Cross spoke unamused, but a smile still found its way onto his face.

Nightmare chuckled to himself, starting on breakfast. “You want me to make you anything for desayuno?”

“Tortilla francesa por favor mi amor.” Cross answered, taking a sip of his coffee.

“What d’ya want in yours?” Nightmare asked, going into the fridge and pulling out eggs.

“Pimiento, tomate, queso, y jamón por favor.”

“Could you start washing the veggies and I can cut them when you’re done?” Nightmare asked, pulling out a red pepper, a tomato, cheese, and bacon.

“Sí.”

“Gracias, mi amor.” Nightmare smiled handing Cross the veggies he took out of the fridge.

“Is Spanish your first language?” Nightmare asked as he prepared their omelettes.

“Sí.” Cross repeated, turning on the tap and rinsing the veggies he was given.

“Ah, I see.” Nightmare nodded.

“¿Y tú?” Cross asked, putting the veggies aside and drying his hands.

“I know all languages. I haunt nightmares everywhere, not just in Spanish and English speaking places.” Nightmare explained.

“Ahh, ya veo.” Cross nodded, coming up beside Nightmare and places the veggies down next to him.

“Gracias, mi amor. De nuevo.” Nightmare laughed, taking the veggies and started dicing them.

The rest of breakfast was filled with light banter, quizzing Nightmare in his language, soft sizzles of omelettes being made, enjoying of said omelettes, and cleaning up the dishes.

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“Bonjour.”

“Hello in French.”

“Nǐ hǎo.”

“Hello in Chinese.”

“Nyob zoo.”

“Hello in Hmong.”

“привет”

“Hello in Russian- do you only know “Hello” in other languages?” Nightmare laughed, cleaning the counter they ate on as Cross washed the dishes.

“Alright, riddle me this, riddler. Itadakimasu!” Cross exclaimed at the other.

“That means you’re a weeb!” Nightmare laughed.

“I am not! I’ve been to Japan and-“

“You have absolutely not ever been to Japan, I know that for a fact.” Nightmare quickly cut off the other.

“I have to been to Japan- I am actually Japanese-“

“You are not Japanese.” Nightmare came up behind Cross wrapped his arms around the smaller, nibbling at his neck.

“AHHA! Stop Nightmare that-“ Cross giggled and squealed, trying to push the other away from his neck.

“You are not from Japan, I know that for a fact.” Nightmare leaned against Cross’s head, hugging the other tighter.

“Alright whatever now let me go before I drop a plate.” Cross tried to push the other off.

“Hmmm….. no.” Nightmare squeezed his partner tighter.

“Nightmare let me go!” Cross laughed, splashing water at the other.

Nightmare hissed and immediately let Cross go, hiding behind him instead.

Cross laughed at the reaction. “You’re adorable.”

“Fight me.” Nightmare hissed at the other before hiding away as more water came flying his way. “You’re cleaning that up!”

“Sure.” Cross spoke simply, going back to rinsing the dishes.

Nightmare stood back up seeing as their little quarrel ended and kissed Cross lightly on the back of his neck before walking out of the kitchen.

“Get ready soon, we’ll go run errands before we leave to lunch. We’re out of eggs.” He spoke before disappearing behind a wall.

“Okay.” Was all that Cross replied with.

After getting dressed, the two headed out,

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Cross sighed, running his hand across the cover, feeling the old cracked plastic. Holding his breath as he felt the pages as he brushed through them, before opening up to a random page and taking a deep breath in, taking in its scent.

He used to not really enjoy reading. It was long and boring and he felt it just wasted time. But after meeting Nightmare, it became one of his favorite things to do with the other.

Whether they were reading together, separate books but in the same room, reading in their own time and discussed it in bed at night, or whatever else. He loved whenever they could forget about everything for a moment and discuss this fantasy world for a little while.

But now…. He couldn’t read. He couldn’t see the words clearly. He could barely make out the cover sometimes. This was the only thing he could do to feel anything from a book anymore. He couldn’t read the story, but he could remember that feeling it gave him through the scent memory trigger.

Fortunately though, Nightmare was always happy to read to the other. Anytime he wanted. There wasn’t much he could do to help Cross sometimes, but reading was something that always calmed the other down.

Because sometimes, for those few moments, they could forget about everything and live this fantasy world for a little while. Pretend everything was like back then. And everything was okay. Everything was like before. Everything wasn’t…… like how it is now.

Don’t get them wrong, they still love these days. It isn’t some horrible existence they live. It’s just….. there’s this looming fear of the day Cross will be….. his sight will be fully gone.

So for this little while, it could just be the two of them. Reading together by soft lamp light. With nothing else in the world to bother them or plague their thoughts.

“Anne evidently got through her visit without any serious breach of “etiquette” for she came home through the twilight, under a great, high-spring sky glories over with trials of saffron and rosy cloud, in a beatified state of mind and told Marilla all about it happily-“

Nightmare continued to read, Cross leaning and snuggling against him.

It was……. Nice. It was peaceful. It was warm. It was home.

He felt safe and at home here. Here with his partner, snuggled together reading one of his favorite childhood books.

It was everything.

“Do you ever worry about me when I go out alone?” Cross said softly yet suddenly.

If it had caught Nightmare off guard, he didn’t show it. “You know I trust you. You know I know you’re very capable and strong, even without your sight. I have no doubt back then you could’ve fought an army of armed professionals with your eyes closed. Now, I know you could desecrate a mob of magic and weapon wielding guardians with your eyes closed. And your arms tied behind your back. I have no doubt you could protect yourself outside of my view.”

“Is that really how you feel Night?” Cross asked in a quiet voice. “Or is that how you want to feel?”

Nightmares' instinct made him want to say “of course it’s how I feel.” But he had to be truthful. He thought about it for a moment, and left his partner in a still silence.

“I know you’re strong and capable and can hold your own, but to say I don’t worry about you when you’re not near is a lie.” Nightmare said finally. “It’s not that I don’t think any less of you now than before, but…. I just can’t help but worry.”

Cross nodded solemnly, leaning against Nightmare's arm, closing his eyes. “I feel like that too sometimes.”

Nightmare turned to Cross in confusion and hope for further explanation.

“I trust you and I love you. But sometimes I….. I worry that….. I don’t know…. What if you walk through that door for the last time….. and I never find you again.” He hugged the other's arm tightly.

“What if-“

“Shhh, it’s okay love.” Cross felt a hand cup his cheek, and a soft kiss be planted on his head.

“I’m sorry it’s just-“

“It’s alright love.” Nightmare brought him closer to him, wrapping his arm around the other. “I understand, I feel the same whenever you leave. I can’t help but worry and so it seems so do you.”

“Instead of telling you I won’t leave, let me show you.” Nightmare leaned against Cross as he nuzzled into the crook of Nightmares neck. “Let me stay by your side for however long you live this life, and forever more after that.”

“I’m scared, what if when I’m older, and I can’t see anything, what if I forget what you look like? What if I forget the sight of your smile? That look in your eye? What’s going to happen when I can’t see you?”

“You’ll feel me with you with every coming year, and hear my voice every step of the way.” Nightmare's voice was reassuring and comforting in every way. Forget the satisfying coffee maker noises, nothing will ever stand up to hearing the love of his life tell him everything he didn’t know he needed to hear.

“Shhh it’s alright love, it’s alright.” Nightmare continued to whisper to him as Cross dug his face further into Nightmare's chest.

They stayed there for a while, before they calmed down and started reading again. It was the perfect thing Cross needed to calm down right now.

“”I don’t know —— I don’t want to talk as much,” she said, denting her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. “It’s nicer to think-“ Huh??”

Cross raised a brow as he heard Nightmare's reading was interrupted by something.

“Cross, love, did you or anyone you know ever make you a bookmark that says, “Don’t worry, owl keep your spot!” With a purple and brown owl holding two balloons. One red, the other blue. And it’s colored in…. Either colored pencil or crayon. The words all brown while the word “owl” is in purple?” Nightmare inquired, touching the bookmark to Cross’ hand.

“Hmm…. Maybe…?” Cross pondered, feeling the bookmark, but not getting much from it.

“It is laminated which makes me curious.” Nightmare added.

“I might have made it with Ink or something when I was still stuck in my old world.” Cross added, sitting up more.

“That would make sense.” Nightmare nodded.

“It does sound really cute.” Cross smiled, gesturing to hand the bookmark back to Nightmare. “I used to love birds.”

“Really?” Nightmare question, half amused, taking the bookmark back.

“I still do.” Cross added. “Sometimes I think about getting a service bird. Like an owl or hawk or vulture or something.”

“I feel like I know where this conversation is going.” Nightmare muttered quietly to himself, knowing fully well Cross could hear him.

“We should get a dog.” Cross said in response.

“We’ve talked about this before.” Nightmare replied simply, turning the page.

“A service dog would be really helpful for me to get around and so you don’t worry about me going out alone every time.” Cross pointed out, leaning against Nightmare, staring ahead of him.

“Do you need a dog or do you want a dog?”

Cross snapped his head to Nightmare, dramatically leaning away from him, his mouths agape. “Wooooooooooooow-“

“Oh shut up Cross.” Nightmare laughed, pushing Cross away.

“-Did you really just say that to me?” Cross leaned closer to Nightmare, holding back laughter.

“You don’t need one Cross.” Nightmare shook his head, putting the book between his partner and himself.

“Me, a blind, disabled-“ Cross was fully laughing at this point.

“Shut up Cross I would never say that to anyone else I don’t know-“

“I can’t believe you looked me in the eyes-“

“I’ve known you for years- even before you were blind in both eyes- I’m married to you Cross.”

“In my blind ass eyes.”

“I would’ve never said that to someone I didn’t know.”

“-Said as an able bodied person that I don’t need-“

“Cross I am fully blind in my right eye-“

“As an entirely able bodied-“

“You don’t need a dog, you just want a dog.”

At this point they were both crying laughing at the conversation they were having. It was all basically a joke at this point.

They’ve had this debate before multiple times, the monochromatic skeleton indeed just wanting a dog. And Nightmare having to contain the smaller.

“You’re using your disability to your advantage!” Nightmare laughed, pulling out a pillow from behind them and hitting Cross.

“Yeah obviously. What else do you expect me to do with it?” Cross laughed, holding his hand out to block Nightmare, grabbing his own pillow from behind him and attacking Nightmare back.

Nightmare laughed, holding up his pillow to block Cross, using his tendrils to hit Cross again.

“No fair cheater.” Cross laughed as one tendril held him still, another tickled him, and the other two hit him continuously (but rest assured lightly)with pillows.

“Yeah obviously. What else do you expect me to do- Ah!” Nightmare laughed, quoting Cross before getting hit by said skeleton.

Cross swung around and hit away the tentacles attacking him.

“Love, be careful, don't fall off the bed!” One of his tendrils grabbed his arm and tugged him down.

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Week 1 - Rushed, Unfinished Cross’s Birthday Thingy

Creator: Me :)

Word count: 1,401 Notes: Something intended for Cross’s birthday but I never finished. Keep in mind, most updates will probably be fanon like this one:

It was never quiet.

Until Cross would walk into the room.

Usually it was only Killer who had the guts to talk.

“Heeeeey there Crissy Crossy!!!” It was still weird to have someone call him by a silly name like that. He had barely just gotten used to people calling him ‘Cross’ over ‘sans’ never mind whatever weird code names Killer uses.

He gave a silent nod, looking around the room, assessing the situation.

“It’s your birthday, ain’t it?”

“My what?”

“Birthday!”

“Um….. sure.” He took a spot on the same couch Dust and Killer was sitting, but well away from them. He didn’t want to cross any boundaries. Metaphorically and physically.

“C’mon Crisscross, don’t act like you don’t know!” Killer exclaimed, quite loudly. It felt off with how quiet the room was. “Don’t tell me you’ve never celebrated a birthday before? How stuck up was your AU that you didn’t even celebrate birthdays?”

“No. We did.”

“Killer, lay off ‘em.” He heard the gruff voice of Horror speak. It was weird to hear a voice like that. It sounded strained and itchy and like it hurt. They didn’t even have throats, how did that happen?

“I just wanna know what he wants ta do for his birthday!”

“No, you’re going to try and twist it into something you want to do.”  Dust cut through. “You know the new guy is uncomfortable so you’ll manipulate him and pressure him into doing something you want to do.”

“Me? I would never!”

Cross just sat, quiet and unsure of how to respond. Killer was quite loud and passionate, Dust seemed to be the voice of reason. The serious one. Be wary of him and act carefully around him. Horror was a sort of middle ground? The one to call them down if they got too rowdy and heated in an argument or conversation.

It would take a while to analyze them all and figure out their respectives roles to see where he could fit in with the mix. 

“So, Applesauce, what d’ya wanna do for yer birthday?”

Cross looked to Killer, they laid in Dust's lap, feet resting on his own lap.

“Thirty what years?” Killer asked. “Damn, you’re old.”

“You’re one to talk, dude.” Cross shoved their feet off his lap. “You’re way older than me, cryptid.”

“Thank you, I identify as Mothman thank you very much.” Killer fought back, moving their feet now on Cross’s chest.

He couldn’t help but laugh, shoving the other now fully onto Dust.

“Ey, don’t give the dumbass to me.” Dust spoke, pushing Killer off his lap.

“OW- HEY!” Killer exclaimed, making contact with the floor and looking back up at them. “RUDE! After all I’ve done for you!”

Cross and Dust laughed as Killer continued to complain. It was strange to think that just a couple years ago he was so intimidated by the other.

Suddenly, the lights went out.

He went quiet, quickly reaching out for Dust’s hand and holding it tightly. An unconscious decision he made to make sure the other was okay.

He assessed the situation. He knew it was probably fine. Maybe a power outage? It was an old castle nearing the middle of October. 

But he didn’t have to worry as he heard a voice behind him.

“Happy birthday to you.”

He could immediately recognize the voice as Horror’s. 

The way it was gruff and deep and honestly really nice to listen to, but Cross would never admit that out loud.

And don’t even get him started on him singing. Beautiful.

It only got better as Dust and Killer joined in, Horror now walking in front of him to show a cake, lit up with multiple candles on the top and side of the cake.

“Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to Croooooooossss”

“Applesauce.” He chuckled as he heard Killer mutter under their breath. They saw the sliver of a genuine smile on the other's face as they saw their silly little joke made him laugh.

“Happy birthday to you!!!!” 

Cross laughed as they hit a final note. And it was just….. indescribable.

Blowing out the candle, everything went dark as he heard the others cheer for him.

He laughed along, until he felt something grab his ankle.

“OH MY FUCK-“

The lights flicked back on, as he instinctively kicked whatever had grabbed him off. His foot, happening to make contact with Killer’s skull.

“Dumbass!” He cried at the other, sliding off the couch and onto the floor with Killer, grabbing his shoulder and holding his face gently, inspecting the impact.

“Hey there handsome~”

Cross made a face at Killer’s comment, a mix between disturbed, amused, and judgmental.

“You boneheaded.” The two chuckled as Cross clinked their foreheads together. 

“You okay, Kills?”

“Never.” Killer responded, holding Cross back.

“Alright chucklefucks, save it for after cake or get a fucking room.” They both looked to Dust who looked disapprovingly at them.

“Wanna get back up ona couch?” Horror asked, setting the cake on the table in the middle, before getting out plates.

“Yeah, get up here fucker.” Cross grunted, pulling himself and Killer up on the couch they were sitting on before, placing the other on his lap.

“Hey! You stole them from me!” Dust complained as Horror started cutting the cake.

“There’s still plenty of space, Sweetheart.” Killer invited the other, patting their lap and Cross’s chest. “I don’t mind sharing~”

“Gross actually. Nevermind. You can keep them.”

“Asshole!”

“Bitch.”

“Dickhead!”

“Loser.”

“Poopyface!”

“Woah guys, chill out! This is a safe space. That is no way friends talk to each other.” Cross spoke with an exaggerated teacher voice, breaking the two up.

“Hoe I sleep with that motherfucker. That bitch is more than just a friend.”

“Yeah I am. And I love you.”

“I love you too!”

“You’re great and I love you.”

“You’re amazing and I’m so happy to have you in my life!”

“You brighten my day and make my existence a thousand percent better.”

Cross just laughed, pulling Killer closer and hiding his face in their shoulder. 

“Oh my stars, I love you all.”

“We love you too, Cookie.” Killer spoke, putting an arm around him.

“Cake?” Cross looked up to see Horror handing him a plate with a slice of cake on it. 

“Thank you, Hun.” Cross smiled, taking a bite.

They all sat down, eating cake. Joking and laughing.

It was weird to think about, to Cross at least, how he’s come. How much he’s changed. How much he’s gotten to know the others. How much he had to face and overcome to get here. All the people he met, and all the people he had to say goodbye to. 

His first birthday here was a lot less eventful and a bit more awkward. 

Cake, generic presents because he was still new, no murder spree (to Killer’s dismay). But, that was about it. He didn’t even want to mention it was his birthday, he was surprised when Killer knew and blatantly asked him about it.

And now here he was. About five years with the Bad Guys. And he’s shoving them around, openly and comfortably telling them he loved them, making jokes and laughing.

He was glad it turned out okay in the end. He got to know everyone, and lived long enough to see today.

He was going to say something, no doubt something sappy, before he was interrupted by a voice behind them.

“….. Did you all really start without me?”

“Sorry Night.”

“Yup!”

“You were busy, didn’t wanna disrupt.”

“I blame Killer.”

Nightmare just sighed, taking a seat in his normal comfy chair. “Well, I’m here now. You’re lucky I care about you all and this is your birthday, Cross.”

Cross smiled softly, watching Nightmares dish a slice of cake. His first year, Nightmare didn’t even show up, too busy with his work. So he sent Killer on the job. That’s how Killer knew his birthday.

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“….what?”

“It’s your birthday, right?” 

Cross wasn’t sure, he hadn’t been keeping track for he days.

He turned to Killer who looked at him expectantly. And then to Horror who held the lit cake before him. And Dust, walking back over from turning off the lights.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Make a wish!”

This was weird.

He barely knew these people. 

Sure, he’s known them a little over a year, but he didn’t think they were close enough they’d do… all this…

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Week 5 - Scar

Creator: Me :)

Word count: 38

Notes: This thing itches my brain, that XGaster is such a perfectionist, not even the smallest, tiniest, most minuscule thing can be off. A mistake is a mistake. An imperfection is imperfect.

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It was the tiniest, smallest, most minute detail.

It had no meaning or significance. It was just… there.

And yet when Cross opened his eyes, when XGaster had overwritten him, he ran his hand over his right cheek.

It was gone.

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Week 30 - Undertale Sans Au x Hadestown

creator: me :)

words: 508

notes:

Hades-Nightmare Persephone-Killer Orpheus-Ink Eurydice-Cross. Hermes-Fresh(maybe Dream??) Fates-maybe XChara??? (Open to suggestions)

I don't have the whole story fleshed out perfectly and the characters aren't set in stone. If you have any ideas or input, let me know!!

Headcannon designs (lmao you can see what order I drew these as I got more and more rushed and lazy lol):

Writing snippets under the break

Two little unfinished pieces about Killer confronting Nightmare about bringing a new soul to the underworld and Ink confronting Fresh about where Cross went.

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“Nightmare…”

“Start without me, I have papers that need to be signed.”

“Who is he?”

Nightmare spared a glance over at Killer, before he turned his attention to the new soul he had in his hands. 

“This one?” Nightmare looked at the smaller skeleton, dressed in all black and white. Their arms linked as he led him to his office.

“Yes,” Killer narrowed their glare. “Who is he?”

“Another soul, hungry and cold.” Nightmare answered simply. “Another being calling for help. My help. Another civilian of Hadestown. Your kingdom. Another fledging who has lost his song. Now under our wing.”

“I never asked for this.” Killers spit out, clutching the bottles in their hands.

“Ungrateful.” Nightmare sneered, turning away from Killer, towards his office once more. 

“I thought a little break was what you wanted, after our last conversation. A little drink to forget whatever we were talking about. Whatever was worrying your paranoid little head. 

I didn’t intend for that break to include you kidnapping up another innocent soul and endlaving-

Now now love. Watching your words. This fellow was on their deathbed. Abandoned by everyone they ever loved. I simply gave them a home. Food. Work. A life devoid of hardship and poverty. 

They will starve and shiver no longer.

Nightmare…

At least they appreciate what I do for them. This is our kingdom I am building. The one I built for you. Full of klal my love for you. My desire, my despair, like an embrace embodied into how I know best to show love.

But at what cost does this love display? Who’s misery? Who’s suffering? I never asked for this! I never asked to-

“Have another drink why don’t you. You spend more time with the bottle than me these days it seems. You spree sit it’s company more than I. You drink for yourself. I build for us. For you.

Nightmare I-

Nonsense. There are papers to be signed.

——

“Mr. Fresh!”

“That’s my name.”

“That was a wild storm but, at least there was rain, right?”

“Mhmm.”

“Oh, have you seen Cross anywhere?” “I wanted to show him my drawing of those flowers he liked and- 

Why… are we laughing?

You wanna know where Cross is?

Well… yeah.

Fresh held back a chuckle, resting his hands behind his head. That’s funny. What’s your next painting gonna be.

It’s gonna be on the storm clouds an the way the light came through- where is Cross.

That’s pretty cool, you sure do switch your muses quite often.

Where is cross?

Not too many colors in that one but, I guess it’s hard to find now a days-

Mr. Fresh. Where is Cross?

Why you wanna know?

Where ever he is is where I’ll go.

And what if I said he’s down below?

Down below?

Down below. Six feet under the ground below.

He called your name before he went but, I guess you weren’t listening.

No.

So, how far are you willing to go for him?

To the end of time. Past the earths 

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Week 3 - Unfinished Trans Cross to feed the gremlins

Creator: me :)

Word count: 290 words

Notes: Like I had said before… not always going to be canon. But this is for the fandom, I know how you sillies get

“Yeah, I’m going to a STEM school.” Cross nodded to the employee taking their order. He had worn a sweater from the college he was currently attending, and they striked up a little conversation to fill enough time for Nightmare to decide their order.

“Nice! I love women in STEM!” The waiter spoke, smiling sweetly. “My sister actually is trying to get into aerodynamics and sciences and whatnot, she loves space and stars and whatnot. She’s crazy smart.”

Cross just nodded, giving a close-mouth smile, trying to be as polite as he could.

“Actually, he goes by-“

“Oh Nightmare, are you ready to order?” Cross interrupted his friend, frantic in their speech.

“W-what?” The other blinked at them, confused for a moment, before sneering his question. “Oh- um- yes. Uh… I would like the fettuccine Alfredo with the grilled chicken instead of the fried, please.”

“Of course, and soup or salad?”

“Salad. Caesar.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back with those orders.” The employee smiled, clicking the pen and walking away.

There was a moment, the two watching them go, before Nightmare turned to Cross.

“They called you a woman.”

“Yeah, and what about it?” Cross mumbled, turning back to face Nightmare, but he looked down at his lap, his pants suddenly seeming to be the most interesting thing imaginable.

“Don’t you go by-“

“Yes but it’s not that important.” Cross dismissed the other. “They’re just some stranger I’ll never see again. It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does matter, Cross.” Nightmare kept pushing. “This is your identity we’re talking about, how you define and see yourself and how you want to be perceived. Of course it matters.”

“I understand that it’s your identity, and your gender but-”

“But nothing. It’s fine.”

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Weekly Underverse

Hello!

In honor of Underverse 0.8 part 1 coming out and Jakei’s year and a half hiatus, I am going to (try to) do this thing I will be calling “Weekly Underverse” where I update weekly with some sort of Underverse related content.

It’s not going to be anything big. Some weeks it will be a 3,000 word Cross fic, maybe a digital drawing I worked on for 5 hours. Other weeks might be as small as a snippet of a poem that was inspired by an Underverse thing, or a little doodle I did in my notes packet. It may even be recycled content I have posted outside of this project.

But whatever it is, I will try to update it weekly until the hiatus is over.

This is because, in the announcement Jakei made on her YouTube page, she was a little worried people might forget about the series if she leaves for this long, and I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want her to worry about something like that, and just want her to get some well deserved rest during this hiatus.

And I know I’m a small creator and this will probably not be seen by a lot of the fandom, but I guess It’s a fun challenge for myself too.

By all means, if you’re a creator, whether you have a big or small platform, if English is or isn’t your first language, you’re 14 or 48 years old, anything! If you’d like to participate as well, please! Be my guest and join in!

Whether you want to send me content of your own I can credit you for, or make your own page for a weekly/daily/monthly/spontaneously Underverse, go right ahead! I don’t want to let this project or this fandom die out, I want Jakei to know we’re with her all the way, and with her however long she needs to, and we’ll be there to support her at the end of it! 

Weekly Underverse starts today, November 20, 2024. Updates will (try to) be every Wednesday. 

Underverse belongs to: Jael Peñaloza

*if anyone involved with Underverse wants me to stop and take down this project, let me know and it will be gone faster than a heartbeat

Little note: I am nowhere near an Underverse expert, so most things might be fanon, most things might be Cross focused, but maybe I’ll do some learning and write with the other characters. Maybe I’ll give fun facts one week. We’ve got about 78 chances so… we’ll see where this goes!

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Week 8 - Waking Up Dead

Creator: me :)

word count: 478

notes: Implied character death.

Basically, sometimes Cross has dreams that he’s living in a past timeline, and wakes up after he died in that timeline, and he’s unsure of his reality for a moment.

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He gasped, sitting up straight as he started at the empty training room.

He remembered taking a seat, just for a rest, but he must have fallen asleep.

“Damn it,” Cross groaned, trying to stand up. “I forgot to stretch.” He was sore. 

But that was just a distraction. A distraction from the countless lives he just witnessed. Memories he didn’t experience. Times he never lived. Moments he never saw. 

Deaths he never really felt.

How many timelines were there? At least ten… right?

Each time… he was overwritten. Sometimes painlessly, suddenly, without his knowledge. Other times though… not so much.

He was not hurt. He didn’t feel pain, but dream-Cross didn’t know that. Dream-Cross felt that pain. Felt that fear. Saw the blood. Witnessed the death. Faded into nothing. 

Even when he woke up, completely physically fine, everything within him was screaming something was wrong. Something wasn’t functioning. Something shouldn’t be.

He shouldn’t be alive

He just died.

Or at least… that’s what he thought.

But looking around, trying to remember his techniques, the more he saw that wasn’t true.

The training dummies, the powered off lights, his own hands, the windows leading to the rising sun, his daggers tossed away on either side of him.

His light weight training clothes, the training room floor beneath him, the cold concrete wall behind him, his soul beating in his own chest.

Pots and pans clanging in the distance. Killer’s loud voice occupying it. The sound of his own breathing.

The reminisce of dirt and dust lingering in the air, faint hints of breakfast wafting in.

Blood.

He could taste blood in his mouth.

Wait….

No he didn’t.

That was morning breath. 

He needed to wash up, a new day had started already.

Cross sat there a moment more, replaying what he thought was reality, over and over again in his mind.

He was dying. He did die. Didn’t he? Countless times. Over and over. Timeline after timeline.

Those were him dying.

He wasn’t just dreaming. He was remembering.

He did die. He has died. He was dead.

But… then how could he see the training room get flooded with light so easily as the sun peeked over the horizon. Feel the dirt between his fingers as he was reminded it was chore-day today. Nightmare walking downstairs to the kitchen in the old, creaky castle. The reminder of the old fluff that he tore out of the dummies last night. A reminder he went to sleep last night. 

And he woke up again this morning.

He wasn’t dead.

He was alive.

He was living.

And he had to live today.

He groaned, getting up, sore all over. He steadied himself in the wall and dissipated his daggers. 

He gave another deep breath, before he walked.

Walked away, out of the training room, and into his life.

He was alive.

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Week 7 - An Only Slightly Rushed New Year Specials

Creator: me :)

Word count: 836

Notes: Featuring rarepair Cross x Dust (and underlying Bad Guys Poly as always) and little kissies at the end. The bois done kiss and are gay. Also not my finest work, but I rushed to make this. That’s my excuse.

“Cross. Cross. C. Cross.”

Soft whispering woke Cross up. It wasn’t a loud bang or shouting or a nightmare waking him up. 

It was a calming, familiar voice he heard as he opened his eyes. He was at his desk, a cozy blanket draped over him as he laid his head over crossed arms. The room was dark but he could see someone standing next to him.

“Don’t mean to wake you, but you might wanna see this.”

Cross was half asleep, nodding along as whoever held his hand dragged him through corridors and hallways, into rooms and up stairs. The other was muttering something, from the sound of their voice he could assume it was probably Dust saying things to keep him awake as they weaved throughout the palace. In actuality, it had the opposite effect as the others voice was quite soothing and very easy to fall asleep to, but Cross appreciated the thought.

Finally, they made their way to the rooftop, the endless sky above them, billions of stars shining down. It woke Cross up, seeing the sight. He wasn’t like the normal sans in many ways, but one way that he was, was the fact he loved the night sky. 

It wasn’t always like that, he used to bait pay to any kind. Thinking watching the far away balls of energy a waste of time. But the countless nights he stayed up, stargazing with the Bad Guys, it made it all the more meaningful to him.

Like usual, they took a seat and watched the sky, but something was different.

Leaning against Dust, Cross’s focus shifted from the sky to the ground as he saw movement in the distance. Last he knew, it was just the Bad Guys that knew where they resided. 

As he watched the little figures in the distance, he started making out who the three were. 

“Hey, Applesauce!” He smiled softly as the figure that looked like Killer yelled out to them, waving frantically.

Dust waved back as Cross giggled, the figure that resembled Nightmare hit Killer on the back of their head for getting distracted. The one that looked like Horror watching and waiting patiently. 

Dust dropped their hand, wrapping it around Cross instead. They watched the three do something, Dust knowing exactly what they were doing, Cross still trying to figure it out.

And just as Cross was about to ask Dust, whatever questions he had were stuck in his throat as a loud noise rang throughout, a light twisting its way up into the sky, and exploding into a million sparkles, decorating the sky with what looked like colorful sprinkles or glitter. 

It mesmerized Cross, frozen in place as he watched what he could only assume was magic fizzle from this ginormous rainbow explosion and dissipate into nothing in just a matter of seconds.

He could only gasp more and more as more pops sounded out and more colorful explosions appeared in the sky. The dark, blank black canvas of the sky danced with mixes of reds and greens and yellows and whatever colors exploded into existence in the night sky.

Dust smiled, watching the awe and childlike excitement spread across the other’s face, too focused on the show in the night sky to notice anything else around him.

He was only snapped out of the mystery of the exploding magic sky colors as he heard the others start counting down.

Cross joined them, unsure what they were counting down to, as he heard Killer counting loudly in the distance, and Dust count down next to him as well. 

He was a little nervous that maybe a bomb was gonna go off, knowing who the Bad Guys were and what they were like as people, but he also trusted them to not do anything too stupid.

“THREE! TWO! ONE! WOOOOOOO!”

They cheered for reasons Cross didn’t know, but he didn’t have time to question as Dust kissed him on the cheek, Cross laughing loudly as the popping noises got louder and increased in succession. 

The colors reflected off of them as they blazed in the sky, Cross turning to face Dust and kissing him back. Dust muttering softly “Happy new year, Cross.”

“Here‘s to another year with the most lovely people I have ever met. To those who have changed my life forever. To more bloodshed and misery. More pillow fights and storytelling. Growing closer and learning more. Changing for better and for worse.” 

Dust thought to himself, Cross yelling at the top of their nonexistent lungs to Killer, over the sound of explosions in the sky. A smile plastered all over his face as he argued with Killer despite not being able to hear the other.

Cross may not have understood, but he didn’t complain. Whatever the occasion, he was just glad to be spending this night with the people he loved. He wasn’t sure how long it’s been with them, how many years, but he hopes to spend many more with these people he called family.

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Week 10 - Traditional Dump 2

creator: me :)

Time taken: 30-40 mins

Notes: rewatched 0.4 for some reference. *large inhale* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Close ups under the break

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Week 6 - Christmas Special

creator: me :)

word count: 705

Notes: TW/CW: Seasonal depression, Implied/referenced su!cidal thoughts/su!cide attempt (nothing actually happens, it’s referenced) Damn sorry y’all, can’t even let them have a happy Christmas

A cold, dark December night. 

It seemed to take a toll on Cross, as he sat on the window sill, looking out at the falling snow. He couldn’t see anything outside, the darkness only reflected his morose expression and the flickering fireplace.

He was tired. The sun and moon were a newer addition to the universe their castle currently resided in. But this also meant that seasons, night and day cycles were present to the boys. And with nights starting sooner and lasting longer, Cross felt his internal clock getting tricked into wanting to just… rest. Always. He was always tired.

He was cold. The blanket giving him nothing to protect him from the freezing temperatures the castle reached in the winter seasons.

He was… unhappy. He couldn’t explain why. But recently, it’s just been so tough. Loss of motivation. Loss of confidence. Loss of appetite. Loss of energy. Loss of… everything, made it hard to be in high spirits.

It was always cold. Always dark. Always dull. Always bleak. Always 

“Merry Gyftmas, Cranberry!”

Cross jolted awake as he was about to doze off, leaning against the window, wrapped in his blanket. He was interrupted by the sound of Killer's voice appearing right next to him. How he missed the other’s reflection in the window was a mystery, but that was just Killer.

”Huh?” Cross furrowed his brow, turning his body fully to face Killer. He looked at the other, their arms outstretched with a chaotically wrapped box in their hands.

“A present for you, Cranberry!”

“Cranberry?” Cross questioned, looking to Killer. “That’s a new one.”

“Well Cran is like a mix of both Cross and Sans, and Cranberry fit the festive season so I thought it would fit!” Killer smiled, proud of themselves.

Cross merely nodded, just another silly nickname to add to the collection. Instead, he turned to the gift in the other's hands. “So…. What is this?”

“Gyftmas!”

“What is… Gyftmas?”

“Well…” Killer thought about it for a moment, dropping the present to their waist for a moment. “I don’t actually remember.”

“But it’s something we used to do in our AU! I just know we decorate a tree and give people presents!” Killer smiled, picking the gift back up and presenting it to Cross.

“Oh… but…” Cross stared, awkwardly, at the present before taking it hesitantly. “I didn’t get you anything.”

“Well what about all the deleted texts you never sent reaching out because you felt like a burden?” 

“Huh?” Cross turned to look past Killer, towards Dust’s voice talking to him, but he flinched as he caught a gift, flying his way.

He looked down, a box of chocolates wrapped with a nice ribbon. A Dust classic for him.

“Or all those times we’ve had late night talks where you’ve told me how you want to end it?” Cross let out a grunt as Killer shoved their present into his chest. 

“Or all the meals you purposely skip out on, for any number of food, abondamment, insecurity reasons.” Cross turned to Horror, offering him a gift bag.

“Remember that time you lied to us and were going to jump off that bridge in an AU far away from where any of us could reach you.”

He felt his breath get caught in his throat, shutting his eyes pitifully, as he didn’t even bother to look at what Nightmare had outstretched to him.

“Your very existence is a gift Cross.” Dusts spoke, taking his scarf off, and wrapping it around Cross.

“It’s cheesy and cliche, but you don’t have to get us anything, other than the promise you’ll stay.” Killer held their glowing soul, twitching between their shapes, out to him.

“I don’t even know if I can promise that.” Cross choked out, feeling the warmth from Dusts scarf, seeing the light from Killer’s soul. 

”Promise you’ll try.” Horror put a hand on Cross’s.

“Try however much you safely can. Give however much you can safely give. Be kind, be respectful, be patient with yourself. As much as you can.” Cross could feel Nightmare use his magic, seeping into his own body and soul.

“…I promise.” Cross cried, wiping at his eyes.

“Merry Gyftmas, Cross.”

“Merry Gyftmas… I hate you guys.”