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Sea Of Hope Chapter 8

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While Axe checked you over, Edge grabbed Red by the back of the neck and stormed down the main hatch, loudly yelling at the rest of the crew to mind their own business as they scurried out of his way. For the most part, Red's protests went unheard as he was dragged down the steep steps. Blue, on the other hand, had hesitantly approached Papyrus, whispering something before they too turned and headed past the hatch, disappearing through a pair of doors into the upper levels of the ship. 

The clearing of a throat had you tensing and pressing closer to Axe. Black had once again gotten closer than you were comfortable with, standing only a couple paces away. “AS HEARTWARMING AS THIS IS, IT IS QUICKLY BECOMING LATE AND THE LADY STILL NEEDS ADEQUATE DRESS. MY BROTHER’S COAT IS HARDLY A FITTING SUBSTITUTE.”  

Rus chuckled beside him. However, when he made to comment, a look from Black had him looking down instead. 

Axe narrowed his sockets. “Don’t know where you’re planning on get’n somethin. Ain’t exactly swimmin in extras and you’ve refused to mend mine so I could give it to her.”  

Black scoffed. “YOU FAILED TO MENTION IT WAS FOR YOUR MARKED. YOU HAVE ALSO YET TO COMPLETE THE TASK I ASKED OF YOU. I DID NOT SEE THE POINT IN TURNING IN YOUR FAVOR WHEN MY OWN HAD BEEN UNMET.” 

“Been busy.” 

“AS WE’VE ALL.” 

Something shifted in the air, both of their eyelights brightening. Rus glared, moving closer to his brother. It took Crooks placing a hand on Axe’s shoulder for the two to back down. 

“Petty bastard.” 

“WHEN IT SUITS ME.” With a flourish of a hand and a half step back, he indicated the direction of the doors, continuing to meet Axe’s gaze. “NOW, I BELIEVE WE SHOULD ATTEMPT TO FIND SOMETHING MORE SUITABLE UNTIL NEXT WE MAKE PORT. SURELY YOU CAN AGREE IT WOULD BE IN EVERYONE’S BEST INTEREST.”  

“Fine, but we’re not leadin’.” You could hear the creak of Axe’s teeth. 

“OF COURSE.” With a tight turn, Black nodded, marching forward with Rus trailing behind with a wink. "AS YOU WISH." 

Axe refused to move at first, tugging his empty socket and prompting a sighing Crooks to nudge you both. "I Know You Don’t Like Him, But He Is Fair.” 

“Bastard never does anything fer free.” 

“And Yet, He Has A Point.”  

Neither you nor Axe was reassured but allowed him to guide you forward regardless. Crewmen brave enough to linger eyed your group with various degrees of emotion. When a dog monster growled, another was quick to slap the back of their head, nervously hunching at a glare from both of your skeleton friends. You tried not to show your fear or your growing limp as you passed, hoping Rus' long coat hid what you couldn’t. It didn't seem like a good idea to show weakness around others. The watchful eyes and aggressive postures spoke volumes to your already heightened nerves. Entering the ship did nothing to ease your discomfort.  

It felt cramped and pressing despite having more than enough space and light. Unlike the previous ship, several lanterns lit the expanse leaving no ominous shadows or darkened areas. You could easily see all the doors lining the walls as well as the beautifully carved and decorated windowed doors marking the end of the hall. Rus waited near the last door on the left.  

It was calm and warm, but you couldn’t shake off the feelings of danger. 

“Ya c’n go inside Darlin. Milord’s wait’n.” Rus stood to the side, motioning you inside the now open door. 

You looked to your companions. While Axe kept his eyelight on Rus, Crooks’ soft smile and nod gave you enough of a boost to cautiously cross the threshold. It smelled of lavender tinted with something you couldn’t quite place, the overall size relatively small. What looked like a narrow modified canopy bed connected to the wall was on your right. In front of you, under a single window, was a rather lovely desk intricately carved with polished knobs. To your immediate left was an open decorative chest shoved in the corner. Everything was of exquisite taste and quality, from the bedding and carvings on the furniture to the upholstery on the chair at the desk. The few trinkets left out were of fine gold or silver with glistening jewels. 

You jumped when the door closed behind you. Axe nor Crooks had made it inside. It had your stomach rolling with nerves. You did not anticipate having the others closed out. Having Black now between you and the only exit made it worse. His eyelights were too bright. 

Didn’t Rus call him a lord...? 

Your chest tightened at his approach, making sure to lower your gaze. 

“TRUE TO MY WORD, THAT HORROR’S GARMENT HAS BEEN MENDED. HAD I KNOWN IT WAS FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS, I NEVER WOULD HAVE HELD ONTO IT.” In his hands was a large linen shirt, neatly folded and dark in color. Holding it out, he offered it to you. “PUT IT ON. I WILL ADJUST IT AS NEEDED AFTER.” 

You froze, intently focusing on the simple article of cloth. Was he expecting you to do it here and now? In front of him? Wasn’t it bad enough you were laid bare in front of all those on the deck, or stars, when you pressed yourself against Blue? At least Axe had good reason to see you. Multiple! To willingly undress now in the presence of a man other than your husband...  

By the angel, what would Axe think of all this? 

Black must have noticed your silent panicked uncertainty when you didn’t immediately take it. Clearing his throat, something in his tone changed. “I SHALL, OF COURSE, REFRAIN FROM LOOKING WHILE YOU DO SO. YOU MAY LEAVE MY BROTHER’S COAT ON THE CHAIR WHEN YOU ARE READY.” 

It was hard not to squirm. While that was greatly appreciated, it still felt uncomfortable. Could you trust his word? You hardly knew the man. Perhaps things may have felt different if the room wasn’t quite so stifling or the door hadn’t been shut so suddenly. 

Luckily, heavy thumps in the hall distracted Black enough for him to hand you the garment himself, squinting at the door behind him. He was just about to speak again when another set of thumps sounded, this time shaking the door. Growling, he finally turned when the muffled voices following the noise got angrier. 

You really didn’t want to do this right now. Not here. Not with all the uncertainties surrounding you.  

Taking a slow breath in, you let it out. The sooner you changed, the sooner you could be rid of these unsettling feelings. With unsteady fingers twitching against the fabric as you took one last glance at Black’s back. 

One more breath. 

The sound of your rattling bones was louder without the security of the coat. Placing it on the chair, you did your best to quickly dress.  

The feeling of fabric against your bones was surprisingly comforting as you pulled it over your head. True to Axe’s size, the shirt almost went to your knees. It was so large the fabric pooled on your much smaller frame and reminded you of the nightgowns you used to wear back at the manor. 

If only it wasn’t so short. 

Though your more private areas were covered, it was not good for a lady to show so much… leg. You tugged at the hem, the sleeves threatening to engulf your hands.  

“I’m dressed, my lord.” 

A calculated breath was your only answer before his eyelights found you, fuzzy with a slight warble. You had to second guess if you had seen them correctly, for the next moment they were back to their bright and sharp orbs. Getting closer, they traveled over you as he hummed, the heel of his boots clicking as he circled. If you had hair, it would have stood on end at the subtle brush of his hand against your back. 

“AS I EXPECTED.” 

You startled, yelping when he came around to lightly grip your hips. Instinctively, your hands came to your chest from the forwardness, sockets wide. He paid no mind, eyelights intent on the bunched fabric. He only let go to pull a satin rope from his pocket. 

You squeaked again when he reached around you to wrap it around your waist. 

“MUCH BETTER. HOWEVER," His gloved hands touched your elbows, slowly moving up your arms to grasp your hands for inspection. “YOUR MAGIC. IT IS MUCH TOO THIN…” He turned them over. “Hmmmmm. Knowing Him…” 

Your chest clenched. He was close enough you could feel his ambient heat and wisps of breath. 

Before Black could say or do anything else, his door nearly burst off its hinges, a very aggravated Axe forcing it open. Black pulled you into him with a snarl, eyelights vanishing with the click of his teeth. Stuck in a headlock was a disgruntled Rus, resigned to the hold around his neck. 

You didn’t know if you could physically handle any more stress.  

“BY THE ANGEL, YOU WILL REPLACE THAT LOCK IF YOU HAVE BROKEN IT!” 

Axe’s voice was low, grin tight as he took in the scene. “Don’t appreciate the closed door, Black. Hell ya think yer doin’ in here?” 

Black placed you behind him, grumbling a growl. “AS I STATED EARLIER, I HAVE GIVEN HER SOMETHING TO ADEQUATELY COVER HERSELF UNTIL WE CAN PROCURE SOMETHING MORE FITTING.”  

Axe narrowed his sockets at Black’s squared shoulders. For a split second, you could see the red orb of his eyelight flick over the man in front of you before it focused on you.  

“Sure that's all ya were doin’?” 

The fabric of Black’s gloves creaked. “IF YOU MUST KNOW, I WAS INSPECTING HER MAGIC FLOW. I’M NO EXPERT, BUT EVEN I CAN TELL IT’S RUNNING LOW. A MORE IMPORTANT QUESTION WOULD BE, WHY HAVEN’T YOU—” 

“I’ve been doin’ exactly what I need ta be. Don’t need ta explain myself either.” Rus stumbled into the room when Axe unceremoniously released him to motion to you. “Now, if yer done?” 

With a snarl, Black pointed a finger. “NOW SEE HERE YOU–” 

Instinctually, you reached out, stopping just before Black’s arm. “My lord, I!” You faltered at his abrupt attention, pulling back to dip your head in respect. “I thank you for your kindness, but I should return to my lord husband before any more misunderstandings occur.” 

His eyelights stuttered. “I, I BEG YOUR PARDON?” 

There was a beat of awkward silence before Axe broke into heavy laughter, the loudest and deepest you’ve heard from him. It was enough to warm your cheeks as he beckoned you out and away from the room. Black gaped, slack-jawed and sputtering as you passed. You were already being guided onto the deck by the time he was able to call out one last time from his doorway. 

“AXE! YOU WILL… THAT… YOU WILL EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” 

Axe only laughed harder, closing the doors behind you. 

The sun had mostly set by the time you stepped out into the humid sea air. You would have done anything in the past to be able to look up, out, and around but Axe was swift in guiding you down the main hatch. You didn’t want to linger longer than necessary anyway. 

You didn’t have Rus’s coat to hide under. 

You were grateful for the darkness once you were under. The lanterns were farther spread, some empty of light altogether. It helped ease your mind against the wandering eyes. Most gathered under the brightest lamps, playing cards at makeshift tables, drinking, and socializing while others lounged in hammocks hanging interspersed between the canons. While some watched you pass, Axe was surprisingly good at slipping through the darkest areas to avoid the unwanted attention.  

The closer you got to the front of the ship, the fewer people there were until you came upon barrels and crates stacked near and around an area quartered off by familiar heavy sheets. You could even recognize the stack you and Blue had hidden next to, the sheet on that side still halfway pulled down. Axe was kind enough to hold the flap for you to enter. 

Finally, you were able to relax the tension out of your shoulders and pained joints. You wanted to climb back into the hammock and rest your aching pelvis, maybe snuggle against Axe and his warmth. The way he moved about though had you gingerly sitting on his stool, setting it upright from where it had been knocked over. 

You wondered when that had occurred. What happened after you had been taken? 

... 

A quiet curse had you looking back at Axe as he re-fastened the makeshift wall. There were a few more rips in it than you remembered. If he had any sewing supplies, you would have to mend them. It was the least you could do as thanks. 

You let out a slow breath, peering down at your clenched fists. They were cold and stiff on your lap. Black had been interested in them. The lot of them had been interested in general, but he had seemed so focused. 

Your voice was soft, hesitant as you summoned the courage to speak. “Axe? I have so many questions, but I’m afraid… I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask.” 

Axe chuckled. “Don’t gotta be afraid with me, Dove. It’s good ta ask questions around here. The more ya know the better, good or bad. Don’t let anyone tell ya otherwise.” 

You picked at the hem of the shirt, smoothing it down as much as you could. “Is that true?" Axe simply grunted. Collecting yourself, you forced yourself to ask the questions burning your mind. "What is a Banthos? What does it mean to be one? And what did Black mean when he said my magic was too thin? I don’t have magic. I’m not… I’m not even a monster.” 

It was hard not to flinch when, from your peripherals, you saw him stop. His voice had become more serious but thankfully still soft.  

“The hell yer not. Listen, I don’t know what you’ve been told, where ya come from, or what ya been through. But you’re as much of a monster as the rest of us. You’re made of magic and hope just like me.” He came over to place your hand in his scarred one, taking a knee to look directly into your sockets. “We’re the same. Dust and all. It don’t matter about anything else. As fer your magic,” he rubbed his face with a frustrated sigh, “let me worry about that. Just know ya got it and I’m gonna make damn sure ta get it where it needs ta be.” 

You didn’t know what to say to that, but it sent a comforting feeling to your chest. He was always so warm. It reminded you of your mother.  

Nodding, you were about to ask about your first question when footsteps interrupted you. Axe stood, moving between you and the flap.  

“AXE, IT IS GETTING LATE. I HAVE TAKEN THE LIBERTY OF PREPARING SANS’ ROOM FOR THE LITTLE MISS. I HOPE YOU HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN.”  

Axe only slightly relaxed at the sound of Papyrus’ voice, not moving but calling out to the other skeleton. “I can take her when we’re ready. Just got a few–” he bristled when Papyrus entered and smiled down at you, hand twitching at his side –“more things ta take care of.” 

“AND WHAT MIGHT THAT BE SO I MAY HELP?” When Axe only grumbled, Papyrus took it upon himself to continue. “WELL, WHILE YOU FIGURE THINGS OUT, I SHALL MAKE SURE TO GET HER SAFELY TO HER NEW LODGINGS.” 

You both tensed. “Papyrus. Paps. At least let things settle before ya drag er away. You saw Sans. I don’t trust him.” 

Papyrus looked a little sheepish at the accusation. “I UNDERSTAND YOUR CONCERN, BUT I HAVE FAITH THAT THIS WILL WORK. I MYSELF WILL KEEP AN EYE ON THINGS IF I MUST. He Means Well. NOT THAT, THAT IS AN EXCUSE FOR HIS TERRIBLE BEHAVIOR.” He came forward to place a hand on Axe’s shoulder, humble and pleading. “WON’T YOU AT LEAST TRUST ME?” 

You couldn’t place the look that crossed Axe’s face from the question, the red orb of his eyelight quaking until his free hand brushed the edges of his empty socket. “That’s cheat’n…” There was a heaviness to the silence.  

When Axe’s shoulders sagged, Papyrus gave him back his space. “All WILL BE WELL. I’M SURE OF IT.” 

You were uncertain as to what you needed to do, but before you could stand, Axe nudged you back down. With the reluctance of a stubborn cat, he then went about gathering items he had deemed yours, going so far as draping his favored blanket over your shoulders. When all was said and done, you were left with a surprisingly intricate box full of puzzles, Axe’s blanket, and an affectionate nuzzle to your neck.  

It was with a heavy heart and a glowing face that you eventually followed Papyrus back out into the darkness. 

You did your best to keep up with his long strides, missing Axe’s purposely slowed gait. You could feel the grinding strain on your pelvis and lower joints with each step. You focused on the clack of your feet to keep your mind off the aching. Papyrus was already several steps ahead of you when he got to the steps.  

Blessedly, he turned to wait for you. 

It was embarrassing how out of breath you had become from such a short distance, especially when you knew you didn’t technically need to breathe. You were even more so when Papyrus cocked his head to look you over with a contemplative hum. 

His smile was kind. “MY APOLOGIES MISS. I KNEW YOU WERE IN ROUGH SHAPE, BUT I HADN’T REALIZED…” He glanced up the steps. “PERHAPS IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR ME TO HELP.” 

Without so much as a warning, he picked you up and draped you across both of his arms. You almost dropped your box, squeaking in surprise as he ascended to the deck. Your mind and tongue had stopped working from the suddenness. Though Axe had carried you once before and had moved you a few times, you didn’t quite know what to think of this stranger picking you up so nonchalantly. It was as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him, smile just as polite and kind as before. 

With him carrying you, it took little time to cross the rest of the way back through the double doors and down to the end of the hall. Standing in front of the windowed doors, you were only jostled a little when he turned the knob. He used his boot to kick it open the rest of the way with a bang, making you flinch when the glass shook precariously. 

You thought you saw a flash of blue, but when you looked, there was nothing there but a railed raised platform with an extravagant-looking bed, windows lining the entirety of the back wall. 

You shuddered. It smelled overwhelmingly of snow and cold rain. 

Scrunching his nasal ridge, Papyrus walked around a heavy round table with a scattering of papers and a lantern. Stepping onto the platform, he carefully set you down, turning to furiously rip the blankets off the bed to ball and fling them across the room with a fwump. 

“FORGIVE MY IDIOT OF A BROTHER. I WILL BE HAVING A TALK WITH HIM ABOUT APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR LATER. FOR NOW, I’M AFRAID THIS WILL HAVE TO DO. AT LEAST THE BED IS EXCEPTIONALLY COMFORTABLE.” He put his hand down to pat the mattress. “IT IS A GIMBAL BED, MADE WITH LARGER MONSTERS IN MIND SO YOU WILL HAVE PLENTY OF SPACE AND WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE TIPPING OF THE SHIP.” 

When you didn’t move, he gently ushered you to sit before making his way to the windows. It was so dark now that the light from the lamp effectively turned them into mirrors. You were grateful, too afraid to look through them. To your relief, Papyrus closed the many curtains for each once. Once done, he gently took your box and stood at the end of the bed, bowing slightly from the waist. 

“I WOULD STAY TO HELP YOU SETTLE, BUT I UNFORTUNATELY HAVE OTHER DUTIES I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF AT THIS TIME. BUT DO NOT FEAR, I WILL MAKE SURE SOMEONE WILL BE BY IN THE MORNING TO BRING YOU SOME TEA AND BREAKFAST AND TO WELCOME YOU.” Walking away, he stopped to place your box on the table and extinguish the lantern. “SLEEP WELL MISS.”  

With a wave, he picked up the bundle of discarded blankets and walked out the door, closing it behind him. 

… 

It was frightening, alone in the dark.

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[itchingdreams]

OKAY SO I KINDA FIGURED OUT AN IDEA FOR THAT STAR SANSES X READER STORY.

this is a lot. i am so sorry.

anyhow...

you live in the underswap universe. and one day, you meet a skeleton by the name of papyrus. papyrus is a chill guy who seems both really lazy and really funny. you two become friends quick, and best friends even quicker. you then meet sans, papyrus’ very cool and magnificent older brother, who you gain a crush on fast.

you met the rest of the gang. alphys surprising you with her fascination of anime, undyne being wary of you but loosening up thanks to pap, asgore giving you a big old dad hug when you met him, and ex queen toriel gifting you a slice of butterscotch pie. and then finally you meet the human who helped the monsters reach the surface, they were an absolute sweetheart (you wish you could say the same for that dog cat hybrid - she threatened you when you first met the two of them).

the six seven of them became an important part of your life and quickly. the skelebros more than anything.

you’d spend all day talking to papyrus, in many different ways. whether you both are texting each other all day, sending dumb vines and laughing at the most ridiculous puns that stretch could find. or when you’re both on discord vc with each other first thing in the morning, talking about things and just staying on call all day doing your own things until late at night, where you both fall asleep when you two planned on staying up. or when papyrus comes over to your house and vice versa.

he likes to tease you about your crush on his brother all the time. especially when you pop up to their house unannounced, the smirk that papyrus gives you always makes you glare at him to stop so sans won’t notice. you don’t want him to find out, especially since it’s just a teensy little crush.

there’s something about blue that just drives you to him. one, he’s cute. but his personality is what got you falling for him. he was fun, expressive, caring, a little bit of a daredevil, and many other things. he was your type and you loved talking to him. he had so many hobbies and you had a fun time playing along, even if you personally wasn’t a fan of one or two.

like said previously, they all became an important part of your life that almost every day of the week was filled with silly and fun activities with the seven of them. you grew so close to the skelebros that their house even became like a second home to you. might as well be your first one as you barely sleep over there anymore.

but eventually, things start to get a bit... weird.

sans had a job. he told you he was a guard somewhere but he never really explained further than that, which was fine with you. it wasn’t important where he worked so it didn’t concern you much. you assumed he was a security guard for some kind of mall or even for the queen, seeing as he referred to himself as part of the royal guard multiple times.

he attended work every sunday. any other work days depended on various things but he was always mandatory for sunday. his hours were a little interesting. sans leaves for work at around 6 AM, sometimes even 5 which puzzled you plenty. he told you that he’s finished with work around 6 PM, and that riding back takes about an hour which means he’s home by 7. 

but sometimes he gets back later than that.

sometimes he gets back at 10 PM. and then other times, he doesn’t come back home until monday near 12 AM which at that point just means that he’s coming home at tuesday. his excuse would be that he was at a friend’s house which you find weird but don’t question. he’s allowed to have other friends, and what he does with them is none of your business.

but recently, sans would be out the house early sunday morning and then he’ll come back 5 days later, tired and scuffed up. the first time that happened you were worried sick and you texted him any second you could, asking if he was okay - which he would respond to whenever he could.

paps never seemed worried about it which bugged you a bit. when you brought it up to the guy, he shrugged and just promised you that he would know if something bad happened to sans.

so when 5 days past and sans stopped responding to your messages, you began to grow antsy. on the 8th day of waiting, you decided to go back to your actual house, promising papyrus that you’ll come back and that you just need a couple of days by yourself to distract yourself - which he understood.

you had a hard time doing that though. every second, you were worrying about sans and whenever you’d think of something else, sans would just find himself right back in your thoughts. 

you slept that night terribly. you usually slept with no issue, with no dreams or anything, but that night you had a terrible nightmare. which showed with great haunting detail, sans, papyrus, and the rest of your friends getting hurt by some dark figure - the area around you covered in darkness with some parts appearing to be glitching as if in some video game or hazy and red?

on the 9th day of waiting for sans to come back or at least answer your texts, you went back to the skelebros house, hoping that seeing paps with calm you down. and that night you slept worse. your dreams filled with you being wrapped up in something tight and constricting, all while a dark figure different than the previous one laughed at you with a snarl as he - it - they choke you.

you shoot up from your bed, heaving and gasping for air, coughing hard as if your nightmare was actually real and you were actually being choked. your head is pounding and you can hear your ears ringing and oh god, how your throat hurts so much. you try to make it in the kitchen to get yourself some water, papyrus seemingly in his room seeing as he’s not laying down on the couch where he usually naps. but once you walk into the kitchen, your fragile human body gives up - hitting the floor as you pass out.

you’re gifted this time with uneventful slumber, no nightmare or weird dream for you now. but eventually, you feel something rubbing against your cheek. or someone.

trying to wake up your body and convince your eyes to open, you can hear the hushed whispers of people around you. the person who was caressing your cheek - who you noted wasn’t speaking - moved to play with your hair, either making an attempt to braid it or curling it with their fingers. 

this wasn’t paps. who’s messing with your hair? they feel familiar but they still don’t at the same time. the hushed whispers continue and that’s when you notice that one of them sounds like sans! but wait, that means that sans wasn’t the one touching you.

that’s when you open your eyes and you are faced to face with a skeleton that looks a lot like sans but isn’t. he’s a totally different skeleton. he looks taller than sans. he’s shaped softer than sans - which is a weird observation to make seeing as this guy is still a skeleton. his whole color palette was purple and sans wasn’t a huge fan of purple. then that’s when the skeleton spoke.

“hey blue, your friend is awake.”

confused about what’s going on, you raise your head up from their lap - because yes you were in their lap - and are shocked to see two more skeletons, one being sans and the other looking just like him but not him at the same time. unlike the purple one, he wore yellow and blue and he seemed to wear more comfortable clothing, your eyes landing on his spacey themed jacket.

turning your attention back to sans, he made a move to speak but you quickly shut him up, rushing to him and wrapping your arms around him and squeezing hard. which he returned just as. 

once you two finished with your hug, you stepped away from him. looking at the other two again, the one whose lap your head was laying in, standing up from the bed and making his way over to the spacey one. the four of you stared at each other and just when you opened your mouth to ask something, a puddle of ink appeared on the floor and you watched as someone quite literally jumped up from it.

he, like the other two, looked just like sans except he was shorter than sans. and you noticed a splash of ink that was on one of his cheekbones which you questioned was permanent or not. his outfit choice was less.... fashionable than the others but you weren’t here to judge. he also seemed to be holding this big brush which confused you but once again, not there to judge.

he introduced himself as ink, apologizing for taking so long as he had to take care of something first. and when you squinted your eyes at him in confusion, he asked if you guys had the talk yet.

turns out. that the multiverse exists. damn it, you should’ve watched spiderverse because this was all so confusing. sans and papyrus and the rest of everyone else were apart of some alternate timeline. you were apart of an alternate timeline. and something in the multiverse was happening? some weird glitched skeleton guy that was heavily known for destroying universes was planning on eradicating yours and others and for the past few days, blue has been gone that long because he was fighting with the other hims in hopes of stopping the guy’s plan. or at least prolonging it.

once they got that out of the way, they each took to introducing themselves to you. even sans. the one who was playing with your hair was named plum, the spacey one named comet - go figure - ink already introduced himself but chose to do so again, explaining who he was with great detail. and then finally, sans turns to you and says his name is blue - which you are going to have to get used to. they mention that there’s someone else but he will be there eventually.

a few hours pass and you watch as the four of them interact with each other, paps - who told you he was nicknamed stretch - being there to help you understand their dynamics.

eventually, it begins to grow dark outside. and right when one of the others make a comment on how it’s getting late and they should probably leave is when a small burst of light appears in the room and there appears another skeleton. who looks a lot like sans blue except he’s taller. taller than the other sanses, but still shorter than paps stretch. but he looks almost identical to blue. which was weird because plum, ink, and comet still looked different from blue, but this guy didn’t. the only difference was their height and clothes.

he apologizes for being late, saying that he had to take care of some things in his timeline that couldn’t wait. he then sets his eyelights on you and introduces himself as dream, giving his full title and everything. you are a little flustered at his appearance, and it takes stretch elbowing you for you to snap out of it and introduce yourself as well. 

one of the others speak up from behind dream and ask dream what exactly took him so long. to which dream announces that his brother and the rest of his gang are looking to cause trouble again in the multiverse.

and now, you’re awkwardly shoved into this multiverse drama that you never wished to be apart of.

lucky you.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Which skeleton would be mad about not being able to read anything on AO3 for more than two days? Asking for no reason at all.

I feel you Anon.

Underswap Papyrus - He is probably the one writing ennemies-to-lovers fanfics between AO3 and the hackers right now as a way of not breaking down. He was in the middle of the best romantic reader fic of his life, and it was a big cliffangher, he saved it for his next session, and now he can only wonder what happened.

Underfell Papyrus - Him getting pissed off all day is the only hint you get about him being actually a very active fic reader. He will never tell you he's mad because he can't read that cool angst fic he saved yesterday and it's frustrating him.

Swapfell Papyrus - His sleep schedule is fucked up. He has insomnias for two days as he can't sleep without a good reading session before going to sleep. He is a zombie by now, wandering in the night, not knowing what to do of his life.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's refreshing the page every 5 seconds, getting more and more emotionally distressed as it is not working. He is 3 hours late to post his next chapter now and he is scared his community will eat him alive for this. Please WORK.

Farmtale Papyrus - He fell asleep in front of his computer waiting all night to read the next chapter of Coffee's story. When he wakes up and sees it's still not working, he goes back to sleep in his bed and decides to fall into a coma until AO3 is working again.

Ink - He teleports in another universe where AO3 is not broken, but gets mad because his favorite romance author is all edgy in this world. How dare you.

Error - He keeps refreshing AO3, thinking it's a dream. Are they... Are they really gone? All the hentai stories about him and Ink? This is the best day of his life! He can finally have a day of peace! Some people saw him be happy outside and arrested him to ask him if he's the reason why AO3 is down. He's so mad.

[papiliovolens]

Ch. 9 of Headfirst is OWUT

can someone come bonk my writer's block cause it sucks

hope you guys enjoy~! i literally wrote over half of this chapter in the past four days

[scrip-doodles]

Nightmare and his baby gang Chapter 2

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Hi so new update on the chapter on Tumblr! Hope you’ll like it for those you didn’t read it yet.

Saying that Nightmare was lost would be an understatement, he wasn’t just lost he was freaking out, not that he show them his emotions, he never did. All the children were around him and he could feel a hungry Horror trying to chew his tentacles. Okay so first get them food. Easy you would say, except that it was Horror that cooked all their meals and that now he was like five years old or something. Wait, how old were they? Nightmare looked at his gang trying to determine how old they could be. They looked so small and fragile, especially in those oversized clothes. He’s going to need to find stuff for them starting with clothes, they can’t just keep wandering around with those. They were too big for their new tiny body, what if they fall and hurt themself? He can’t get them to work like that but that’s not a reason for them to be hurt, besides he hated the sound of crying children.

When he got to the kitchen with small baby bones on his trail like some duck mother and her ducklings, he started searching for something they could eat that would be quick to cook. Pasta seemed like a nice choice, he could add some ketchup to it, they liked it before when they were basic sanses so they should still like it right?

The guardian could feel the intense looks of his gang while he was cooking their meal, a familiar and uneasy feeling crawling on his back. He moved his shoulders like it would make it go away, he wasn’t a big fan of people staring at him when he couldn’t see them. There wasn’t any sound except those of the pot, are kids supposed to be this quiet? Nightmare remembered that Dream was way noisier than that, maybe they were afraid. Cross seemed to be when Error was still here and that they were about to fight but there was no fight anymore.

Nightmare lowered one of his tentacles to grab the cooked pot and put their meal on plates in front of the boys. Seeing that they ate the pasta made him feel a little lighter, at least they were eating.

“So uh…do you remember anything about this place?” Asked Nightmare, hoping that they had at least a few memories.

They lifted their heads from their plates pretty quickly after the question, like they weren't waiting for it. That made Nightmare wonder if for them everything was normal in the situation. Little Killer looked at him like he was speaking nonsense, they all did.

“We live here with you Mister. It’s like that since uh…forever I think” The smile that his first henchman always wore began to fade after saying that and Nightmare sensed fear from all of his gang.

“ Yes, I know that! But don’t you notice something strange now?”

That made Nightmare a little anxious didn’t they know what was wrong since they remember living here with him? Why did they call him “Mister” then, they always call him Boss or Nightmare.

Seeing their faces they didn’t find anything weird, Cross even looked around them like he changed the wallpaper or something. So they knew him but called him “Mister”, everything was normal for them and the only weird one here is him. Great, just great.

“I don’t see anything strange except that we have big clothes but uh we live here with you mister! You took us from bad places and brought us home!” Said Cross like it was evidence, he looked worried about him when Nightmare looked at him.

Now it seemed like they were going somewhere, so basically they remember that he took them here and were familiar with him and the place. He could work with that. Now he needed to know how old they were, Horror looked smaller than the other, and Cross bigger.

“ Good. I know that too, don't worry Cross. Now I need to know how old you are, all of you.”

They all appeared to be surprised by his question. He never asked them when they were adults but now he had to know, to make sure that they won’t get hurt or anything and that he will get everything they could be needed. He’ll have to take all the knives and weapons out of the manor, urgh.

“Uh…I’m six, Killer and Dust are five, and-”

“I’m four!!” screamed happily Horror with pasta in his mouth. At least one of them was at ease.

Unsure of what to do, Nightmare patted his head as if to say “yes good job”, this was so awkward… The others were even more surprised than before which made Nightmare frown. Wasn’t it like this that you take care of children, by petting or hugging them and giving them food and toys and also love? He didn’t exactly do this for his henchmen before but they were adults they didn’t need it right? Or did he mess them up like he messed everything with people before?

“Is the black glitched bad guy gone for good?” Asked Cross playing with his fork without looking at the guardian.

Nightmare wasn’t sure of what he could say to cross, Error had to come back with the solution to their problem but the kid was afraid of the glitch, Nightmare could sense it. The fight must haven’t helped with that.

“Not when I’m not here, you won't be alone with him and I don’t really like him going around my house so better not come back before he found what I asked for”

Well, he didn’t really ask for it but Error understood that he needed it and go on his own so it should be okay. Cross looked a little better after he said that but fear could still be felt from him, it won’t go without time, the ex-soldier was never really comfortable with the destroyer anyway.

“Okay, well uh it’s late now so it’s time to go to bed. Come with me” Said the guardian when they finished their meal.

He couldn't let them sleep in their rooms, they were full of weapons and other stuff clearly not for children, so he brought them to his room. His bed was big enough for all of them now so by the time he “cleaned up” their room they could sleep here.

“Alright you sleep here tonight, your rooms are uh…under reparation because of an accident”

Again surprised looks were all over their faces when they saw his kingsize bed, come on he wasn’t that bad with them! Right? He got them out of their own hell and gave them food, a home, and a purpose that was good of him! Heck, it was too good from the King of negativity! He was supposed to be evil and cruel, not caring about a bunch of kids. But then why did his heart shake when they acted like that? He didn’t understand.

“We are sleeping in your bed? Like for real? Asked Dust with a little voice.

It was the first thing he has said since the accident, his voice was so soft. Before all of this mess Dust was sure of himself and made sure that everyone knew that, that was what caused most of his battle with Killer. But now it looked like he wanted to disappear in the oversized hoodie he was wearing. He was hiding in the bottom of his hood avoiding every eye contact.

“Yes now get in there and close your eyes I have some work to do”

That seemed to be the kind of answer they were waiting for because they all jumped under the blanket and wished him a good night. He looked at them for the last time and closed the door to let them sleep.

“Good night”

[yulyy]

So, an idea for a fanfic with a reader: a universe similar to How to Train Your Dragon.

The world is not a continent, but a bunch of islands, and some of them are inhabited by dragons. When there was a war between humans and monsters, the mages banished the monsters to the dragons, which humans considered dangerous. No one had heard of monsters or dragons for millennia, and then dragons started attacking people's livestock. Mages still exist, but not as radical. They chose the weakest one to check where the dragons were coming from. It turns out that the monsters have become horsemen and they want the right to freely move around the globe.

(the people did everything possible to drive the monsters away from where they could not bypass the settlement unnoticed. Lately they suffered from bad harvests and natural disasters. When things were really bad they finally regained their strength, ready to compete with humans).

You have caught the meaning

[yeehawpim]

a comic about my weird irreverence for canon

go write a bad ending AU! ship your self-insert oc with your favourite villain!! the world's your oyster!!!

[maxbruiser]

Extra: mc and Mr midnight

Some fanart for @starbellbunny who wrote Raccoons Like Bones on AO3. You should check it out! :)

[floofanflurr]

TAKE ME BACK!!!

Take him back ⬇️

Y’all wanted me to take him back when I did the first drawing and shared it with no context!!! So I took him back!!! (Still with minimal context.)

I’ve been working on this on and off for half a year and despite my best efforts, you can see my style changing if you look closely. Oh well!!

I like to imagine that Frisk is falling down here and did a Big Dumb™️ and tried to give their SOUL to Asgore since they’re dying anyways.

Papyrus does not support this venture.

[carlyraejepsans]

Setting up AO3 Enhancements on a mobile browser

Hey there! Do you:

read fic primarily on your phone?

feel tired of having to punch in a lot of filter tags every time you browse for fics?

have an android device?

then I might be able to help you make fandom a cozier place! (and hopefully nip future drama in the bud, lol)

With this post, I'm gonna guide you through the process of installing the AO3 Enhancements browser extension, normally only available on desktop, on your mobile device. It works a charm, and I've been using it for months, and it's made the Undertale tag navigable again despite my utter disinterest in AU content.

Here's an archived version of the full post in case my dumbass accidentally deletes it for some reason

Let's get started!

UPDATE: For IOS users! You can download the browser app "Orion" which allows firefox extensions! No need to do this procedure, just install it and download the extension as you normally would from Firefox Add-ons

1) Download Firefox Nightly.

For those who are hearing of it for the first time, Firefox Nightly is a separate Firefox browser made specifically for developers. The name itself is due to the fact that it's patched and updated on a daily (er, nightly) basis. This makes it more prone to crashing and issues than the standard Firefox app, but I've switched over to nightly as my main browser months ago now, and if I ever encounter a problem, I just... download the latest update and I'm good to go.

What's crucial about Nightly, however, is that it gives the user access to various additional features. One of them being desktop extensions on mobile, which is what we're here for.

Here's the Google Play link.

2) Make a Firefox Account

This will be necessary to install the extension later

Once you've done that, go to the Firefox add-ons website and log into your account in the upper right (where it says "Biscia" in the screenshot below). Click on "View My Collections"

3) Making an add-on collection

Since browser extensions are technically blocked from being directly installed by the browser, Nightly offers a workaround.

Create a collection, and give it a name without spaces to avoid errors.

4) Adding the extension

Here is the link to ao3 enhancements (if it's not showing up, try reloading the page in desktop mode). Scroll down until you see the option "Add to a collection" and select the one you just created.

You can do it with any extension! Go nuts. There's lots of good stuff out there. Just remember that it's not guaranteed every one of them will work, since they aren't intended to be used on a mobile device.

5) Activating debug mode.

In your browser, tap the little sandwich menu in the bottom right, scroll down and click Settings. It should be under "Save to Collection".

Scroll down even more until you reach the "About" section, and click on "About Firefox Nightly"

Click on the firefox logo 5 times, and it should be done.

6) Activating your add-ons

Go to "View my profile" as seen in the screenshot in step 2. At the end of the link, there should be a string of numbers. Copy it.

After this, go back to the browser settings again, scroll down until you reach the add ons section and click on "custom add on collection". Paste the numbers you copied from your profile where it says "User ID", and the name of your collection EXACTLY as it appears in the link, where it says "Collection name". Mind, it's case sensitive.

Press okay, and it should kick you out of the app. Open it again and, going in add-ons then add-ons manager, you should be able to add your extension.

ATTENTION!! If you get the error message "failed to query add-ons" you either inputted the wrong user id or the wrong collection name

To avoid this type of issue, don't name your collection something that has spaces or punctuation in it, as it might mess with the link formatting.

7) Setting up your AO3 enhancements filters

If everything's worked out fine, you should be able to visit ao3 and see a new drop-down window.

Click on it, click on option, and it should open up a new window with all the settings available! Tweak them to your heart's content. Though mind, the background tag wrangling done by the ao3 volunteers doesn't work with this extension, so the extension is going to hide only the works tagged EXACTLY what you filtered. Character for character. This makes things a bit tricky when people aren't consistent with their tagging, but if it proves to be enough of a problem, you can just filter out the author name in full and be done with it.

You can choose to hide the fic behind a "show" button, or make it not show up at all. If you choose the latter option, and you blocked a tag that has lots of fics, it might look like certain pages of searches are almost empty, since all the fics were hidden.

And that's it! I sincerely hope this helps people avoid their triggers and other topics that make them uncomfortable. No more excuses fellas. You find a tag you haven't filtered yet? You add it to the list and move on. Easy peasy.

Hope I haven't missed anything. Let me know if you need any help!

[aylish91]

SOH Chapter 6 Art

This amazing scene from "Sea of Hope" was made by @ideyaengine for me as a commission. They are wonderful and their art is amazing!

Thanks again for your hard work!

[itchingdreams]

what about your average anti-harem story? but instead of mutt or stretch being the one(s) to trust the reader since the beginning, it’s classic papyrus?

classic papyrus doesn’t believe the dramatic rumors that his girlfriend spread about you. he wants to still meet you. see if you are just as bad as she says. and once he does meet you and you seem to be the complete opposite than what was said, he tries his hardest to get the others to treat you nicely.

some of the skellies (like edge, stretch, and blackberry) get suspiscous and they chastise papyrus for ‘being too naive and trusting anyone’. the girlfriend would spew crocodile tears and would say that you somehow brainwashed papyrus. and sans would get overprotective and kick you out of the house.

which leads to papyrus getting upset at everyone. he storms outside to follow after you but you tell him it’s okay and that you’ll see him around before walking away.

and the rest of the story is papyrus continuing to try and get the others to believe that you are a good person and that the girlfriend isn’t.

[mellybabbles]

"Killer snapped back to reality as he heard footsteps traveling his way, his death grip on the broom in his hand loosening. What was he thinking about again?"

Art for the latest chapter of Misplaced Royalty!!

[papiliovolens]

Editing went by way too quick, so chapter is out tonight!

I am legit jelly of my characters, as I've never been to a cat cafe and they get to be surrounded by furry kitties...

[scrip-doodles]

Nightmare and his baby gang Chapter 1

Hi! I decided to publish the chapters on Tumblr too so that the people who don’t like to read on AO3 can read it here!

Today was a good day if you asked Nightmare.

The raid they did earlier was a success and they grabbed all they needed. It was crazy how having basic furniture like food or classic daily objects for his gang could be complicated if Dream and his friends get in their way during raids. But luckily today’s raid was calm and without interruption. They even played in the snow like a bunch of kids, well except him who clearly wasn’t going to do such a childish thing. 

When they got home he just sent them to clean up a little, after playing in the snow they were dirty and dripping with melted snow. Killer found it so funny that he jumped in the puddles that his clothes were making on the carpet. Just thinking about it makes Nightmare frown, Killer will clean that damn carpet by night if he has to but Nightmare will not throw other furniture away because of one of them. But for now, he took time to appreciate the silence and calm that invaded the manor, it was rare and always welcoming, especially with his boys' tempers. But even with that loss of peace, he wouldn’t get rid of them, even for anything in the world that he could want. Not that he would have admitted it yet, he had a reputation to save. After all which King of negativity would care about their henchmen?

He opened his book with a smile, today was good so far and he wasn’t going to waste it by doing paperwork. He rather gets settled on the couch with the novel he started last night, maybe he could even finish it today. Before he could even read a sentence he heard a distinct crispy sound like when a TV  was broken and shows a gray screen full of pixels. He sighed not even surprised, of course, he couldn’t read quietly by day, someone had to feel the need to disturb him. He closed his book and turned to the pixels portal that Error just opened in his living room like he couldn’t use the door like everyone. 

“Error. Do you need anything?” Asked the negativity being, looking a little pissed.

The relationship he has with the destroyer could be seen as complicated but for them, it was pretty simple. Don’t get in each other's way. Error could destroy anything he wanted but the AU’s that Nightmare claimed his. Which were the Au’s of his gang and a few really negative ones that he needed. Nightmare couldn’t attack the AU that Error claimed his, it was their deal. Sometimes they could need the help of the other and ask favors but that’s all. Error didn’t like most of the people and Nightmare didn’t like the fact that he called his minions “abomination”.

“N̸̬̋o̴̝̜̱͑̃̀,̶̬̹̂̎̕ ̸̨̻̳̓̅͠n̸̖̋̅o̴̬̽̑͘ț̸̢̻̌ ̷̩̑r̸̮̖̭̅́è̷͙̣͔ą̷̨͋l̸̠̮͋̓l̸̮̦̰̑̀̐y̴̖̑̀.̶̱̜̥̈́ ̶̩̰͠Ỉ̸͚͉̚̚ ̶͚̣͛͜j̶̺̥̪̔͂͘u̴̧͖̮͂s̶̗̜̘̿t̸̹̻̯̀̒ ̵̻̹͉̀s̸̼̝̱̎́à̶̗̲w̷̥̎ ̶̪͊̃a̷͕͇̗̽̋̈ ̸̙̻̅͐̍f̶̯̦̊̀e̸̮͊́w̸̬̙̫̔ ̵̮̟̄̈́̚͜b̶͔͈̩̄̈́ũ̴͍͝g̴͈̪̱͂ŝ̶̥̬͝ ̴͈̳͕̀̀î̸̧̻̙͒͋n̷̛̟͔̑ ̶͇̗̭͋͐͝t̶͎̞̥̍ĥ̶̨̛͈e̵̳̕ ̷͚̙̅̉͝č̸͕̹̤̈͂ó̷̮d̸͚͍͝͝ę̶̼̾ ̵̢͉̒o̵̲̜̾͋f̶̤̖̙̂ ̷̡̨̑ÿ̵̧̹́͝ő̴͈̊̒͜ū̷̝́r̵̺̦̾ ̸̩̫̣͒̂͂l̵̲̚i̸̝̯̔t̴͚͈̬̉͌͌t̷̰͎͝l̷̗͗̆̕ȅ̴̖͔̖̕͝s̴̫͉̈́̈́̊ ̷͔̣̪͛̐̈a̴͎̅̔b̵͖̦̤̐͋̃ȯ̵̹̜m̶̥̳͔̈̐̊i̷͕͈̓͝n̸͍͗͜ą̵̦̝̈t̵͇̺̩̋i̴͕̟͈̾̃̑ö̷̞̈̚n̷̢̖̈́͒̀s̵̹͙̎̀͑ ̶̮̭͐á̴̤͒ṇ̶͕̪̃̊d̷̳̬̈́͆͝ ̷̱͒Ǐ̶͔̝̰ ̶͍͊̆̒w̵̨͔̽͂̀ả̷̠̻̯̌s̸̰͛̓ ̴͙̟͋̿̑c̸̲̮̓u̷̠̲̙͑͐r̵̬͒̐i̷̧̻͚͛̓ȍ̴̡̫̣͝u̷͎͒͐s̷̹͓͕̄ ̷̫͓̇̀͝ȏ̸̲̊̾f̸̩͗̾̾ ̶̝͉̽͝ẃ̸̧̰̹h̸̻̒͜a̸͔͔̔ṫ̵̖̠̎ ̸̘̫͓̈́̏͛t̴̟͗h̴̻̔̀a̴̫̓̄͆ṭ̷̀ ̴̫͙͗̽̅c̵̨͑ŏ̶̥̙̫u̵͇̞̓ͅl̸͖̜͗͗̚d̵̜͉͑͗ ̵̯̈́̏̈b̵̢̙̉̈̽ͅe̴̻͍̤͗̈́.̸̱̓”

That made Nightmare uncomfortable, not worry, why would he worry for them, besides they were fine thirty minutes ago so they should still be okay right? He advanced toward Error wanting the glitch to give more information. Uneased the destroyer moved back from him, yes of course his fear of contact reminded Nightmare.

“Don’t call them like that. What bugs are you talking about? They were fine like thirty minutes ago and I didn’t notice anything weird.”

The destroyer looked at Nightmare pissed that he questioned his saying, he should have left him and his abominations by themself and kept the bug's existence for himself. But nooo he had to listen to Blue when he said that Error should be nicer to the people that were not that bad to him. Because that's what that stupid octopus was! Not that bad, but nothing more. He thought that being not that bad with him would be enough but Blue insisted that it wasn’t, so Error came to warn him about those damn bugs. How grateful of Nightmare to say that he was wrong. He didn’t even tell anyone about it to save their safety.

“̶̜̣͕̄I̴̝͇̠̿̅̈́ ̷̠̏d̸͕̂ō̴̜̪͗̓n̵̺͗͒̽'̶͙̗̽ͅţ̶̦̮̿̅ ̷̢̗́̃̊k̵̗̊̋n̶̗̾̐ơ̶̩͓̓͘w̵͖͊ ̶̬͂͘â̷͉͑̋ň̷͇̭͈́̓d̶̨̰̾͘ ̶̖̳̖͂̓̅I̵̛̜̾ ̷̧̇̊̍d̸̲̻̰͗̅ö̸̡̠́n̵̼͓͌'̷̹͔̙̾͘ẗ̴̠͔̯̊͑ ̸̞̤͐ͅċ̴̱̮̗͛a̵̧̛̻̔̇r̷̖̝͗͛̇é̶̞̘̠,̶̗̹̽̕ͅ ̷̮͙͔͒̉̽i̴̛̖̹̊̐ẗ̴̳̦́̚͠'̴͚̎̈́̔ͅs̵̨͌ ̶̯͇̫̉̄͘n̷͖͇͛͊o̵̝̣̯̔̂t̶̗͎͒͌͠ ̵͙̦̏̂̏ṁ̸̧̺̪̀ẏ̷̯͕̑͜ ̶̭͍͈̐́̆p̸̦̔͝͝r̶̼̲̞͘̕o̵̡̞͆b̴̓͊ͅļ̸̫̫͛̀͐ĕ̶̟̈́m̴̰̐̌̕.̷̱̺̄ ̵̦̓̅̎T̴͎̗͂͠h̷̗̑o̷̝̦̤̎̄͘ś̴̩͆e̵͍̙̔ ̶̥̕a̶̗͓̖͑̆r̴̗̫̒e̸̛͍͍̹͛ ̸͎͕͠ỹ̸̙̄̀o̷͈͍͗ư̸͇r̸̩̄̃͆͜ ̷̜͛͆a̵͓͛b̶͇̲͒o̷̯̤̐͌ṃ̸̨͗ͅi̴͙͎̔̀̐n̷̡̅ą̵͇̍̽ͅt̸̩͛̈́i̵̲͉͗͒͝ȏ̷̝̏n̴̫͘s̴̪̬̉͜!̸̡͖͝ ̷̦̈̎”

Irritated by Error’s attitude and the way he was calling his gang, Nightmare raised his tentacles and used the shadows to make him bigger than he was. That stupid glitch should know better than mess with him. He sensed the glitch was angry but so he was. Before one of them could even move a finger or a tentacle for the king case a little shape appeared. 

Error backed away pretty quickly not noticing who it was first, like hell he’ll let someone touch him like that by sneaking behind his back. Nightmare practically hissed when the little shape tugged on his jacket for attention, look like the octopus didn’t like touching as well. Taking a closer look at the little shape made Error glitch go a little wild, it looked like one of Nightmare’s abominations, the one with weird black tears on his smug face. Speaking of face, the one that Nightmare had was priceless.

“Mister we’re hungry!”

Nightmare thoughts were in a rush right now. What the hell was that?! Why did the kid look like Killer? Was it him? Why? Because of the bugs that mentioned Error? It looked like it was him but seriously what kind of bugs could do that?! Were they all like that now? What was he supposed to do and why did he call him Mister? Did they have no memory at all?!

He forced himself to calm down, well a little he was still messy on the inside but anyone would be!

“Mister?”

A new voice came not so far from the Kid version of killer. Nightmare raises his head to see a little version of Cross. Great, this is just great. The little kid slowly moved closer to him and Nightmare could sense some fear in him. A movement to the side of the stairs made him aware of the two other members of his gang watching them behind the stairs bar. They were all like that.

“Yeah uh…We could check the kitchen I guess…” Barely said the negative being, just how was he supposed to take care of his gang when they were like that?!

The faces of the kids lit up and those who were on the stairs came by pretty quickly once he said that. Stars, what was he supposed to do? He hasn't taken care of someone since Dream and he were kids and it didn’t really end well.

“̶̩͚̇W̵͔̄̂͠ĕ̶̥͈̋̕ḽ̸̙̈́́ṕ̶̣̯̪ ̸̘̿ȳ̶̜̰̺ơ̵͇̤̯̽̕u̶̟̓'̵̟̭̖͘r̸̃͋̽͜e̵̙̫̝̋̌ ̵̱̾̒͗g̶͔͓̓͌̕ò̷̢͚̩i̷̡̛̤̘n̵̟͕̗̎g̵̖̥͎͝ ̵̧̪͖͝͝t̶̩̊͝ǫ̴͍̌̏̅ ̴̡̢͇̓̈ỏ̸̗̞̈́͆w̸̪̹̟̋́̇ṉ̴́ ̵̲̫͒͝m̴̗̣̝̾̚ê̸͍̋ ̴̗͖̮̽a̸̜̋ ̷͓̣̻̏ṛ̵̢̰̑̑ȩ̶͖̰̒a̵̗̋͂̒l̴̈́̀͝ͅl̷̰̇̅y̵͉̣̫̏͊̄ ̸̝̱͗͒b̸̠̯̈̒͒i̸̺̽͂̅g̸̲͎͋ ̸̨͌̽f̴̮̆̋a̸͓͒̏́v̴̭̝͍̾́ọ̷̱̀͝ȓ̸͎̤̳ ̴̗͓̆̀̉f̸̦̈͋ő̵̠̝r̶͕͇̱͑̽̂ ̵͍̯̪̀̽͠t̵̫̺͌h̷̳̃̓̚a̸̮̅t̷̖̦̣̆ ̴̇̃͘ͅͅb̶͙͒ǘ̶͈̯̚t̴̮̯̎͆͠ͅ ̴̡͚͈̄̌͛I̶̪͛'̷͖̫͔̂̾́l̸̩͙͛̉l̶̻̂ ̵͕̰̉͑ͅt̶͎͍̬̂r̸̠͖͑̔͜y̶͠ͅ ̸̦͖̒̕t̴̛̲̰͒͝ọ̶̑ͅ ̴̖̳̕f̸̫̀̓i̴̲̦͋͛̈́x̵̡̜̩̅ ̷̧̟̺͝t̶͍̜͚̿ḧ̵͎̳̥́́͝ò̵̡̤͖s̶̖͝e̶̢̦̾̃ ̸̮̥̔̈́b̵͎̿̓ṳ̵̲͇̒̈̾ǵ̵̡̱̤s̷͕̰̤̔.̷̻̠̙̾͒͊ ̷̙͉̈Ş̸̭̯̓͝ê̴̪̪̺̇̀ė̶̥͌͠ ̵̮̻̠̓̔y̶̢͔͈̿̀̽ǎ̴̘ ̴͍̦̪͆̀̌O̶̺͉͍̐̃̄c̴͉͊͘͝t̷̻͈̿̀o̶͓̺̬͂̀p̴͚̠̬͊̚̕u̵̧̘̣͆̀͝s̶͋͜͝!̴̢̨̌̄̍” Said Error opening a portal to go back and away from this mess.

Nightmare turned to him a little still shocked by the situation when he realized that the glitch was leaving him alone with the kids.

“Wait Error!”

 But too late the glitch was already gone. Nightmare was alone with four hungry kids in oversized clothes and no idea of what to do. 

Dammit, today was supposed to be a good day.

[justalittleguest]

So about the last “Spilled Ink” chapter…