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[fictionalshippingbean]

Dream: Look guys, I need help.

Error: Love help?

Nightmare: Financial help?

Cinna: Emotional help?

Ink: Help moving a body?

*Everybody looks at Ink*

Ink: What?

[fictionalshippingbean]

Please do I desperately want to see people's interpretation of Cinna and their possible au versions of him!

Please re-blog if you’re OK with silly fan art of your characters.

[susartwork]

FINALLY here it is! Sorry for being so slow 〒▽〒 I tried my best.

Thank you all for participating, I didn't expect so many people! 0w0 And of course thank you for the support (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Sadly I couldn't draw every submission, maybe you will be luckier next time ^w^

- Here the winners! - Soapy belongs to @sophietheskelly Corrupted File belongs to @virgilsteve Memory belongs to @lumi-procrastinate (another) Fell belongs to @another-underfellsans (Underfell belongs to @/underfell) Cinna belongs to @isimpforskelevillans Micro belongs to @au-mashup-party Original CPAU belongs to @/loverofpiggies Clothing design and art by me

[fictionalshippingbean]

Error: What’s something you guys are better than Cross at?

Dream: Mario Kart.

Swap: Yeah, video games.

Cinna: Emotional vulnerability.

[fictionalshippingbean]

Cinna, dangling from a rope over a pit of fire: Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep?

Nightmare, binded to Cinna's left: Yes?

Cinna: We’re in too deep.

Dream, binded to Cinna's right: Obviously!

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Cinna: at least you’re not like me and get stuck in a bone crushing grip when Dream is sick that is so tight that I can’t move a single nonexistent muscle…

Killer: it can’t be that bad…

Cinna, lifting a arm to show it was covered in a lot of healed cracks: I’ve almost lost an arm over 100 times, that’s how tight Dream’s grip is!

Killer: When Boss's sick they get all mushy, cuddly and cute. Is Dream like that, too?

Ink:

Dream, when sick: I'm in paiiiiiiiiin. You need to make it stop!! If you don't, I WILL KILL YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE!!!!! Iiiiit huuuurts.

Ink: The opposite. They scare me.

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Error after a small argument with Nightmare: Am I right, Dream?

Dream, turning to Error from watching Cinna playing a game: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

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Killer: Those moments when straight people assume you're one of them and you feel like a gay secret agent.

Cinna: Lesbionage.

Cross: Bi spy.

Error: It's an ace case.

Dream: Secret gaygent.

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Error: Woah there, slow your horses cowboy, this here is MILF country

Nightmare: sorry pardner... Could you show me where DILF country is? I think ole Bessy got turned around *pats horse*

Dream, walking into the room with Cinna beside him: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?? WHY IS THERE A HORSE IN THE HOUSE WHAT THE FU-

[fictionalshippingbean]

This is amazing!

inspired by a little skit by @fictionalshippingbean they're so silly together >:)

sorry if Cinna's height is wrong :,)

[fictionalshippingbean]

Error: What the hell was that?

Dream, picking up a flashlight: Only one way to find out!

Cinna: Wait a minute! You don’t go TOWARDS the spooky scary banging!

Ink: Yes we do, Cinna. We always do.

Cinna: We're not in a horror movie, Ink! We don't go towards the possibly dangerous sound! We get the fuck out of here!

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Ink: Go ahead, Cinna. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.

Dream: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

[fictionalshippingbean]

Nightmare, texting in the group chat: I wonder what Apple shots would look like?

*Cinna sends a picture of of a syringe with an apple slice shoddily edited inside*

*Dream sends a picture of a shot glass with an apple poorly drawn inside*

*Error sends picture of person dunking a basketball into the hoop but replaced the basketball with a poorly resized apple*

Nightmare: I hate all of you.

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Ink, placing Broomie on the coffee table: So! Who thinks they can pick Broomie up with ease?

Swap, standing up: Oh! I wanna try! *Tries to pick Broomie up in various ways but fails* *grunts* Nope!

Dream, hand on his chin in thought: hmmm *tries to pick Broomie up a few times but fail* No, too heavy..

Ink, smug: hah! No one has been able to pick up-

Cinna, cutting Ink off, easily holding Broomie in the air with one hand like it was just a water bottle: ...got it...

*Swap, Dream and Ink stared at Broomie in Cinna's hand with various expressions on their faces.*

Cinna: ...what?...

[fictionalshippingbean]

Dream, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Cinna: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Cinna: Here you go.

Dream: ...

Cinna: ...

Ink: Why am I here?

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Dream: I'm gonna eat the chicken breasts!

Ink, snickering: Yeah, eat what you lack.

Cinna, deadpanning at Ink: Then maybe I should order brains on delivery for you.