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daily blooky: i won't forget

spoilers for the ending of deltarune chapter 3 continues from definitely illegal

inspired loosely by this lovely art by brokenclockgears

"Kris is going to seal the fountain now, so you won't have to wait long... I'm so sorry you got caught up in all this, officer."

Napstablook nodded silently. Though they didn't completely understand the young boy's words, they knew just from glancing at the pulsating pillar of darkness that it was very important, and they should very much not interfere.

They quietly got themself out of the way. From here, the expanse of white was a lot clearer. They scanned the scene—piles of... snow...? stretched to the horizons, with a door somewhere in the distance.

As they looked, something brightly-colored caught their eye.

Buried in the snow was a tall, person-shaped figure—probably about three times their height—lain haplessly like a discarded toy. Despite its size, they could've missed it if they weren't looking. A casualty from the earlier fight, maybe? They felt a pang of sadness... even the three teens, preoccupied with "sealing the fountain", didn't seem to be paying it any mind.

They floated over, taking a closer look.

It was dressed smartly with a bright red tailcoat—once carefully pressed, but now rumpled—and equally bright yellow tie, both made slightly damp by the snow. Its head was a bulky television, its screen cracked and displaying only a color test.

"hello...?"

There was a lingering silence before they heard a crackly voice, like it was fighting to be heard.

"H-hello? Can you... hear me?"

"yes...? yes i can... are you okay"

"I..."

A glitchy noise, something like air sucked through teeth.

"No... I can't move."

It was then when they noticed the figure had no arms, with severed wires jutting out of its shoulders.

They laid down next to the figure, their cop hat falling to the ground. Any thoughts about the legality of dismemberment were pushed aside, overtaken by their empathy.

The sound of a speaker crackling, again. "I can't... see."

"oh... that's okay... i'll, um," They didn't know how much time they had left here (wherever "here" was), nor did they know what "not long" entailed, but they didn't want to leave someone alone in a situation like this—lying on the ground, like garbage. How familiar. "i don't know how long i can, but i'll stay here with you, if that's fine..."

The voice didn't protest, which they assumed was a yes.

The familiar darkness seemed to stretch far upwards as well, with no ceiling or stars in sight. It was decisively notrelaxing.

The voice sputtered a bit, indecipherable.

"what was that?"

"It hurts."

"...oh......"

They didn't know what to say—no words could make the pain disappear, they knew.

"i'm so sorry..."

"It's... I'm..." the voice started, before being interrupted by a sharp, static noise—something like a sigh.

"hm...?"

"... scared. I'm scared," the words were laced with guilt like it was an admission to a crime.

"that's okay..." Napstablook rolled closer, hoping to provide some comfort, even if they couldn't be seen or felt. "i hope you'll be okay"

Silence. No, that wasn't good enough.

"i know you'll be okay"

A short ring of feedback.

"You mean it?"

"... yeah"

A long pause.

"The name's, uh"—The voice crackled and glitched, as if looking for any semblance of composure—"Tenna. If you... if you wanted to know that."

"tenna... okay, i won't forget"

A sound like a choked-back sob.

"Thank you..."

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daily blooky: definitely illegal

spoilers for the ending of deltarune chapter 3

Napstablook didn't know where they were.

Undyne had received a phone call—it sounded serious—and, for some reason, entrusted them with dealing with it, as if she wasn't the chief of police. Something about having to meet someone for... something.

"oh... are you sure.... i'm not sure if i'm the right person for the job...."

"You're the effing DEPUTY!! You can do it, I believe in you!!"

With that, they had made their way to a quaint little house on the edge of town, and before they knew it, they were plunged into the darkness.

...

"hellooooo...?" they called out into the abyss, at a volume which nobody would be able to hear, even if anyone was there.

The darkness, of course, did not respond.

So, they floated along for a while—they lost track of time, without a clock—and simply hoped they'd come across some sign of life. It reminded them of the feeling of floating in space they'd get when laying on the ground, but much more frightening than relaxing.

There! There it was, bright white against the darkness, a stark contrast to the scene their eyes had grown used to. They couldn't tell what was going on—it was much too far—but it gave them hope they'd make it home to their cousins after all.

A quickened pace helped them gradually shorten the distance between themself and the expanse of white, making some figures come into view. One figure (a tall monster?) was struck by another (they couldn't make much out, save for the silhouette) and quickly fell to the ground.

A fight...? that's definitely illegal...

The worry for their safety was replaced with the worry for the blurry figures' safety as they rushed forward as fast as they could.

A tall, dark figure was holding a sword dangerously close to the neck of a shorter one. Two other collapsed bodies told them all they needed to know, and panic filled their soul.

"hey, um..."

Their quiet words went unheard. Pushing their anxiety aside, they mustered the energy to speak more loudly.

"HEY, UM..."

The two figures turned to look at them. Shoot, they didn't plan this far.

"hey... stop.... police....."

The two looked confused.

"that's, um... assault... and that's illegal...."

That didn't seem to make them any less confused, but the tall figure had dropped their sword, so Napstablook was somewhat satisfied.

"so... you have to come with me, and i'll have to take you to the police station..."

The tall figure made a gesture like rolling their eyes—though they didn't have any—and morphed into some sort of sphere, spinning like a disc on a turntable.

"hey, wait—"

With no reply (expected of a sphere), the sphere wooshed past into the darkness, far faster than Napstablook or even Undyne could chase after.

Evading arrest... also definitely illegal.

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daily blooky: silence is bad news

Hometown is a boring, crime-less place. This is pretty good in general, but not great for the police station.

Undyne seems rather on-edge—"There has to be SOMETHING goin' on... it's way too QUIET today! Silence is bad news!!"

Napstablook hovers idly near the wall. "that makes sense, but uhh... it's been pretty quiet for a couple weeks now... and there hasn't been any crime..."

"Since the Wet-Nose Bandits," Undyne corrects.

"since the wet-nose bandits"

Undyne groans.

Inside the cell, the dogs sit on the floor, playing a card game.

"um... the prisoners seem to be having fun..."

"NOT HELPING!!"

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Featured Fic Friday!

Welcome to Featured Fic Friday! A day where I, or someone who suggests one, tell you about a fanfic that I really enjoy! Spoiler's under the cut! Today's featured fic is...

The Boys Club by Sephypsycologist (General Audiences, Complete)

Reader is a depressed/anxious freshman in college living alone in a small apartment far away from their loving family. That's not a good thing. So someone decides they need to take care of them.

A bit of a long fic, I really enjoyed the personality the author gives the reader! While not suited for every person's taste, I found myself cheering them on!

I also really liked each of the backstories for the characters, & especially how they tied some aspects from previous chspters into later ones!

Another thing I liked was the worldbuilding the author did, explaining certain decisions & expanding the universe!

Spoilers ahead!

I loved each of the personalities each bitty was given, making them feel as if they stood out from the rest! I'm especially a fan of the Dust bitty's backstory & how it gets brought up again after it's revealed his old family is still alive, as well as the explanation as to why there's a Nightmare but no Dream bitty!

Yet another thing I liked was the inclusion of the Blue bitty, & by extension the Edgy bitty as well! Although it seems like so many bitties would be difficult to care for, I can't help but feel almost a little jealous!

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Lost Fics!

A post containing fics that I have searched for & have not found! If you recognize any of these, send an ask or reply with a link!

Hi!!! Nice to see that we can ask again! Do you have any fics about Geno on the surface healed? Have a great day!

_ anonymous

Hi! Do you have any fanfics with Undertale Sans hurt (physically). (WITHOUT x Reader pls and no Explicit pls)

_ anonymous

Have you got any about the fallen stars/ or just the evil star sanses? preferably something a little longer, maybe more then 3 chapters? i dont mind shorter ones tho thanks!! (　＾▽＾)

_ @derryluvss

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If you like longer fics, you may enjoy this one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53652844/chapters/135818593

It’s got compelling characters, sticks to canon as much as feasible, is plot-focused rather than ship-focused, and is pretty dark and gritty. Mind the tags, DDDNE and all that.

Howdy, & thanks for the recommendation! The fic being recommended is… 

The Shifted Duology by Vriskafic8ion (Mature, Complete)

DISCLAIMER: this fic is four years old. I wrote it when I was an edgy teen and as such the writing, while good for my age at the time, may not be up to my current standards.

In an AU where Toby Fox, instead of making a game, discovered a multiverse, unethical experiments are going on behind the scenes. Proposed as an alternative to disrupting timelines, the late Dr. Kelvin Turner and his successor Zagane Birsha painfully transform humans into the most powerful monsters in each timeline - among others - using a combination of magic extracted from the fossils of monsters in their own world and the MPM (Magic Particle Makeup; the monster equivalent of DNA) of whomever they will become.

Meanwhile, the multiverse is accepted as a part of everyday life. The monsters are treated as celebrities, albeit celebrities only known from records of other timelines. Some even have crushes on them, which can be important leverage in forcing transformation subjects to accept their fate.

Five individuals are destined to stop this madness, but the journey will be far from easy… and they will not come out the same as they once were.

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Hi! I'd like to submit this fanfic that I really enjoyed, it takes place in a dusttale timeline

It’s called Absolution by metalhamster on ao3!

Howdy, & thanks for the recommendation! The fic being recommended is…

Absolution by metalhamster (Teen And Up, Complete)

After so many Genocide runs, Sans' only escape is into madness and killing. But when Frisk is given one last chance to save the Underground, he must cooperate with them - whether he likes it or not. This fic is based on the Dusttale AU.

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regarding this lost fic post:

https://www.tumblr.com/undertale-fic-librarby/780448578885795840/lost-fics

this fic might meet the BSP fic requirement:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25482691/chapters/61814725

Howdy, & thanks for the recommendation! The fic being recommended is…

An Anthology of Nightmares by Kamari333 (Mature, Complete)

Nightmare is over three hundred years old, but he only (relatively) recently began acquiring minions to do his evil bidding. Life in Nightmare's Castle doesn't start out too good for anyone.

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Any good Charisk Fics that don't use gendered pronouns for either of the humans?

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Intimacy by FluffPuffCat (Teen And Up, Complete)

At night, Frisk feels a familiar presence. (Frisk x Chara), agender Frisk and Chara.

Maybe not all humans are bad by chariskThrowaway (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Frisk falls in the underground at a time where Asriel and Chara are still alive and is first found in the ruins by the latter. Frisk being a human, Chara considers them as a threat to monsterkind, especially once they discover Frisk has the ability to go back in time and erase the consequences of their actions. Can Frisk show to Chara that not all humans are as bad as they think ?

Ghost Buddy by NicktheHuman (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

In your defense, possessing someone seemed a lot easier in those scary movies you used to watch.

Navigating Is Hard When Your Eyes Are Incorporeal And Have A Nihilistic Sense Of Humour by Anonymous (General Audiences, Incomplete)

Yet another human falls into the underground and Chara is woken abruptly from their sleep because who else will guide this child? Surely there is no one more qualified than a self-proclaimed demon, long dead and emotionless. Probably. Right? (Perhaps it is time to call a professional baby sitter.) * Officially discontinued! My apologies. Thank you all for reading this over the years, but it will no longer be updating. Nor do I intend to post more Undertale fics. Sorry!

Everything is Going to be Okay by Xx_Elise_xX (Teen And Up, Complete)

Frisk resets and accidentally ends up on the surface in the year 201X, before Chara fell into the underground. Having no possible way to get back to the future, Frisk takes this as an opportunity to seek out Chara and try to help them out.

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✨Do you have any fic for anti harem skeletons x reader? I read there’s still magic by rosescry and have been dying to find more!✨

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Babysitting with Extra Morbid Steps by charamelwrites (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Act 1 (Chapter 1-25): Papyrus is dead. Frisk can't reset. Sans was losing his mind. His only solution was to pull through alternate versions of him until he finds him again. Unfortunately, you're the one in charge of babysitting your best friend and his dead brother's alternate versions. Act 2 (Chapter 26-?): Friendship and romance was the last thing on your mind. But the longer you spend time with the skeletons, the deeper you get entangled in their lives.

One Step At A Time by FuCkInG_FaBuLoUs (Explicit, Incomplete)

New City. New neighborhood. New Neighbors. New Job. New friends. New life. You wanted all this and more when you moved to Ebbot city, hoping to escape everyone and everything. Freedom was the only thing in your mind's eye. And, freedom was fucking amazing, for the first few days, but then you met an army of skeleton monsters and their bat-shit crazy, absolute psycho, probably an escaped asylum prisoner girlfriend Rachel. Lovely name for an absolute dumpster fire of a woman. But, she wasn't any of your business, so, as long as you kept your head down and carried on with your life, she wouldn't become a problem. And, for a while, she wasn't, but then you saw just how horribly she treated her 'boyfriends', and you knew you couldn't play the role of the bystander any longer. Knock Knock, Rachel, say hello to your new neighbor.

Runnin Down a Dream by TwilightStarChaser (Mature, Incomplete)

Good Morning Starshine! Can’t help noticing how burnt out and ran down you’ve been lately! So I’ve taken it upon myself to fix this problem of yours; free of charge. Now let’s see, where can we go...ah! How about the Undertale universe? It seems they have an opening. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you! After all, we all deserve a vacation!! Undertale is real? This worlds version of you is dead... The voices in your head are...real? All you’d wanted was a little break from your 3 jobs. Now you’re the focal point amid a crumbling harem. What actually happened to the other you? *UPDATE* Earlier chapters are currently being edited. Any future alerts will likely be in regards to a chapter being reposted. Chap1-4 Updated.

The skeleton (Glock'enspiel) dance by Okami_Norino (Mature, Incomplete)

You are a street musician who can play the incredible but not enough well appreciated glockenspiel. Life isn’t that bad especially after the monsters returned the city after being exiled in the exterior part of the country, it wasn’t pretty for the monsters, they basically lived in a mountain until they were helped to return human society by a child named Frisk that now works as a ambassador for monsters alongside with a carrier in politics just like Frisk’s father… Like father Like Son, after all you also chose your passion in life after admiring your father and his love for music. Sans your friend for 2 years is acting weird after reciving the untimely unannounced visit from all his 'cousins' that looks similar to him ans his brother Papyrus. Well, they are monsters and that's maybe normal for them... after all all the temmies and Froggits looks the same to you. You don't really care about it... except for the small but troublesome detail that Sans' family does hate you, they act as if you are disgusting and are trying to get you away from your friend... Why are those skeletons trying to kill you?

Too Kind For Your Own Good by balicor (Explicit, Incomplete)

Getting accepted into 'New Ebbot Monsters and Mortals University' seemed like a dream come true... at least until you see what the rent around there is. When an old friend reaches out with a place to stay, how can you say no? All she wants for rent is for you to keep the place tidy and cook meals every so often. Even when her roommates turn out to be her boyfriends, and her boyfriends turn out to have some weird hatred of you, staying in a goddamned mansion is a great deal. So long as you stay kind, you know you'll win them over. Right?

Thanks for the recommendation! The fic being recommended is…

There's Still Magic by RosesCry (Teen And Up, Complete)

At first, it seemed like a dream come true when your old friend offered to let you live with her and her….. friends? in their big ole house during college. For a small amount of rent of course, it was the cheapest option by far. But…. then… you started seeing behind the curtain…. …. And you really didn't like what you saw….

Here's a few more fics that are similar to what you're asking for!

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(We can ask now right?)

Can you find some fics that are Killer centric and Nightmare's gang is in it and not x reader

No Explicit pls

Thank you!

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Me and You Against the Multiverse by Kistplosion (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

If Killer was being honest, joining forces with Nightmare wasn’t such a bad idea. Sure, Nightmare never exactly treats him the kindest. In fact, he constantly abused him, both physically and emotionally, and Killer could never quite keep himself composed in his presence. But living in a grand, gothic castle, wasn’t the worst trade-off. It wasn’t an ideal life, but it was something. What he hadn’t expected, though, was that being here would lead him to someone who would change his life forever.

That Was Fine. by - Scrap - Paper - (General Audiences, Incomplete)

So Killer’s eyesight was screwed up. That was fine. Did he tell anyone? No. That was fine. He was still kicking ass, even without clear sight. And that. Was. FINE. He was honestly, GENUINELY fine. He didn’t want anything to change, he didn’t want anyone knowing, he didn’t want anything out of the ordinary. He just wanted normalcy. …His version of it, anyway. So he didn’t tell anyone. Apparently, that ‘wasn’t fine.’

Wrangling the Waves by PastelAspirations (Teen And Up, Complete)

Something is up with Nightmare. As of late, he won't ever leave his castle, let alone venture outside of his bedroom or office. It's beginning to become worrying. However, never fear, Killer is here to save the day and he takes it upon himself to get their dear ol' boss socializing with the gang and the world again. He'll figure out the "how" later.

Ringtone by RissiUniverse (Teen And Up, Complete)

Killer’s childhood is a hazy blur. It felt like one day he woke up in another skeleton’s body. For a while, he didn’t have much to live for, not until he was spared by an alien with a glaring red eye. From then on, his life purpose became solely to tear down the lies told by the media and reveal the nasty truth about alien attacks. REWRITTEN FANFIC FROM 4 YEARS AGO :D!

Heartful by Hellsaint7w7 (General Audiences, Incomplete)

Killer catches feelings for Dust and becomes more than a little obsessed. But love is complicated and so are these mentally ill twinks, so things don’t remain smooth sailing for long.

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Featured Fic Friday!

Welcome to Featured Fic Friday! A day where I, or someone who suggests one, tell you about a fanfic that I really enjoy! Spoiler's under the cut! Today's featured fic is...

First Hug by lemn_aid (General Audiences, Complete)

Fell gets his first hug in, well, forever.

A short fic, this is a very cute story that I enjoyed reading, & I really liked how descriptive the author was! I also really liked the backstory we're given for the characters, as it shows us how close they are!

Spoilers ahead!

A bit of a rarer ship, though I think it's still fairly popular, I think Fell & Sci can be a cute ship, & the author executed their idea well!

The mention of all the casual touches between the two beforehand leading up to the end, where Fell goes to Sci for comfort, is well written!

Although I think the confession is a bit sudden, it also makes sense if you consider that being half asleep & emotional don't lend themselves to rational decision making!

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Ghosts & Medium Drabble - Five times plus One.

So I am back to this AU <3 I do love Medium Dust and his Harem of Ghosts + One Angel lmao

But here I am! And the 5 + 1 some of you will recognise as the 'Five times Plus one time' story trope :3

And I wanted to expand on this little prompt [Here] That was about how other people have their own opinion on Dust hanging out at home a lot.

So here it is! The five times where Dust being mistaken for a hooker is all fun and games, and one time it will hold consequences. Which means yes! Technically six Drabbles in one >:D

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Nightmare watches as Dust's frowns into his bag. Searching the small side pockets. Nightmare can sense the others annoyance as he searches for his key.

"You know." Nightmare offers with a small wave "You could just yell loud enough and I am sure Killer will rush over to assist you." he grins.

Dust freezes before tugging his head even lower as he mutters about not wanting to deal with that.

Ngihtmare thinks it is amusing. How Dust is denying his own feelings concerning the ghost. It isn't as if Killer would reject him. In matter of fact the flirty poltergeist would be overjoyed to learn that Dust has had a msall change of heart concerning him.

Nightmare had been using it himself a lot as well. To push him down against the bed and hold him for a moment before releasing him. To casually lift stuff out of the way for him or carry Dust past obstacles. At first the left over injury and drain from the Banshee had been a perfect excuse. After that it was about effeciency.

The truth is that his embarrassment is delicious. One of the emotions he truly enjoys the taste of even if the energy he gets from that emotion is limited.

For now Nightmare will just let him search his bag and wait. He is not in a hurry either way and is honestly surprised none of the spirits demanded to go along with Dust and him doing some light shopping. Though that may have been because Dust had been getting annoyed with all their hovering, his words not Nightmare's, and he didn't want to deal with more than one person joining him!

Nightmare in the end won out for a few reasons. One, he had a physical body and was actually able to help him carry Dust back in case he fainted again. and Two Killer was in Cross's body this time and it would take a few more days before Cross would get his control back. And seeing as Ash has pretty much forbidden Killer from being alone with Dust it only made for one true option.

nightmare wonders if Ash noticed Dust's new feelings as well. The older brother had been much quicker to feel annoyed after all. Though it may also be becuase how bad the Banshee situation had gone...

Ngihtmare doubts the phantom will amuse him and sate his curiousity.

"A-ha!" Dust raises his key wiht triumph as he grins at him.

Nightmare can't help but just watch one of his mortals. It is rare for Dust to truly let anyone see what he feels or thinks but it is clear he has been getting more comfortable with all of them. He has been less guarded... more open...

It is a treat...

Another one is to see that bright magic in his sockets. Brightly coloured and vibrant with the strenght of his magic and almost shifitng slightly with his mana. Almost like a flame or moving water. nightmare hasn't quite foudn the right comparison yet.

Dust keeps grinning at him as they just stand there for a moment before he blinks and goes to turn towards the door.

"Excuse me!"

Dust blinks and looks around himself first before turning towards the person who spoke. Dust feels slightly confused but Ngihtmare can see his face turn completely neutral as he just points towards himself.

The other person, a monster by the looks of it, part dragon and rather large stops before them "Hello! I have been trying to find a way to contact you for a while! You live here right? Guy who always wears a hood? Seen with one or two guys near him?"

Dust tilts his skull slightly "Maybe... who are you?"

The other person grins adn thrusts out his hand "Drake!" Nightmare barely keeps a sigh inside, hoenstly how are parents THIS unoriginal nowadays?

Dust nods as he motions towards himself "Name is Dust." he doesn't make a move to touch the hand.

Drake slowly lowers his hand "Right right... So I was wondering if... You know.. .You could... If I could... Order your services?"

Dust tils his skull but seems much more intrigued. Well Nightmare thinks he clearly is. Nightmare suposed that to others he would still look desinterested.

Dust hums "Depends. How many?"

The guy seems shocked before grinning "I mean... It depends when you know? Soon just one but if I can call some people it could be up to like... four? Maybe five?"

Dust frowns and Nightmare understands why. It is rare for anytype of spirit to stay in large groups. Their little group is very much a rarity and is only possible as Dust makes enough dorment energy to feed the spirits passively without anyone being bothered. Is this somekind of nest? A mass murder with newly shaped spirits? Is that why it would be at a later date? As it would mean the murder still has to take place? interesting that they would try to get secure a way to get rit of the spirits.

Dust shoots him a look and Dust must be able to read on his face that Nightmare also finds it curious. Nightmare still nods a tiny bit. To show he agrees with it being curious.

Dust still takes out a small notebook. He opens it to a page and starts writing "And if the finishing of the first is done would that lead to a slower number for the next apointment?" he taps the page as he waits.

Drake laughs as he rubs his neck, strange he feels slightly flustered, "hah! Depends on how good your work is!"

Dust pauses for a moment too long. Nightmare can feel how displeased Dust feels. He does not enjoy people doubting his work or abilities.

Dust huffs and mutters "My work is perfect."

Ngihtmare chuckles and nods "Indeed. From what I have heard all his clients were very satisfied with his work." Dust shoots him a look, clearly unamused with his assistance. Ngihtmare just smiles back.

Drake looks curiously between them for a moment before speaking "So... it is possible?"

Dust nods and speaks "When?"

Drake grins as he gives some dates and Dust checks notes down the times and dates. He asks the where next and the man speaks about an apartment in the city.

Dust frowns again and clearly thinks for a moment before asking if they need specific protection. Drake blinks and says that depends on if Dust wants those.

nightmare is still stuck up about the location... strange. because from what he learned of this city and the maps that area is all newly build. At most ten years old. In the upstart part of the area. Meaning people move there as a first home situation or an inbetween one before they invest in a bigger forever home. It is a rather strange place to have a group of spirits wandering about.

Dust and Drake are talking about the prices and Dsut says it depends on what is required to deal with the situation and marks.

Darka laughs as he rubs his name "Dude. don't call it a situation. You make it seem so serious."

Dust is clearly unamused "It is work."

Nightmare nods "He does take his work very seriously." Dust shoots him another glare and Nightmare can't help but tease "am I wrong dear?"

Dust looks slightly embarrassed as he tugs his hood tighter around his face.

Drake nods "Okay. Well. Glad we managed to make an appointment at least. We will discuss stuff when we are at my place price wise. Euh. Befroe I go. Who brings the condoms?"

Silence as Dust freezes.

Nightmare blinks as well. Condoms? He knows what they are of course, Nightmare makes a point of being informed on basic things, especailly with Killer being very interested in sex with dust, Ngihtamre decided to educate himself on the subject.

Why would they need condoms?

Dust asks the same "What would we need condoms for?" the shock is clear on his face. He is just as, if not even more, surprsied than Nightmare.

Drake frowns "You mentioned we needing protection? I just kinda ssumed... Oh wait! Are you on like any pregnancy medicine? I know that is a thing but I figured it would be too expensive?"

Dust acutally sputters as his face lgiths up purple "No?! Why would you?! Why even ask that?! What does that have to do wiht anything we just spoke about?!"

Drake looks insulted "Of course I ask?! I am trying to book you to fuck after all?!"

Dust actually freezes. Pure shock.

Nightmare is shocked himself. He had thought.

Dust manages to shake himself out of it "what?! No?! Why?! Why woud you even think I do that?!"

Drake looks confused and angry "BEcause everyone knows?! You walk in with him and that guy in white very often! People hear like moaning sounds from your area and shit!! It is very obvious!"

nightamre blinks.. He suposes that... the air and magic of spirits from a distance and through a wall or three could sound like moaning in that sense... or maybe someone called it spirit moaning and people assumed it was the different type?

Dust sputters "No?! I am not a hooker!"

Drake glares at him "Then who is that guy?!"

Dust looks at him and seems to be unsure how to answer it. Nightmare blinks and asnwers the question "Dust and I work together. We have an agreed upon contract where I pay for services that Dust provides." Dust looks even more horrified and Nightmare realises what it sounded like.

Oh... Oops.

Drake seems to look up "Wait like a fucking sugar daddy- Oh! It is like a pimp situation? In that case... Like when can I hire him?" Drake points at Dust over his shoulder and Dsut looks beyond furious.

Nightmare doens't like this mortal. This mortal implies he will just take one of Nightmare's mortals? WIhtout their say so? No. Absolutely not.

Nightmare makes sure to keep his voice cold "You ahve already proven yourself unrespectful and unworthy. Leave before I make you leave."

Drake sputters but Nightmare can dealw ith that easily. He focusses on the other and makes him experience fear. Deep rooted fear. The other monster stops and shudders before making some excuses and running off. Muttering about not wanting to deal with a possessive pimp and a probably much too high price rating.

They are left standing awkwardly by the enterance to the apartment complex.

Dust is blushing and looks down at the ground.

nightmare coughs to clear his throat before he speaks "I supose... We will have to tell the others about this... in case they are asked."

Dust groans loudly as he just leans with his head against the door.

Ngihtmare watches him froa moment beofre joining his side and leaning a bit closer "And if I may ask... What is a sugar daddy?"

Dust just groans much louder.

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Cross stands by Dust's van as he searches it. Nightmare is by his side as the spirits float around. They just finished a mission and are on their way back to Dust's.... home.

Cross is happy to be in his own body again! It has beena week since he last had the chance nad it feels great to stretch his body!

Nightmare chuckles "Excited to move your bdoy again?"

Cross shoots the fallen angel a look "You don't need to be so smug about it."

Nightmare chuckles "Oh it is alright. isn't there a whole chapter of learning in your church about patience? And how one must learn to wait to be able to truly appreciate things?"

Cross huffs as he crosses his arms "Well!! Yeah!! But it shouldn't have to be focussed on something that is mine!" like his own fucking bdoy!

Nightmare nods "At least you will be able to exercise again."

Cross sighs "yes finally!" He groans slightly at the idea of a good working. Some strength trianing and track to get energy out and train his body "It will feel so good to be able to-"

"I am sorry... I don't mean to interrupt."

Cross stops midsentence to see a rather posh man standing by them. Human by the looks of it. Holding a briefcase and everything.

Nightmare raises a brow "And yet you did interrupt us."

The man looks at Nightmare and nods "I am here for business. I have heard I need to speak to you?"

Nightmare looks intrigued before a small knowing look appears on his face "I suppose I could humour you."

The man nods as he starts to list times and places and people and numbers and how much he calculate that would be worth it and how much the payment would be.

That is when Cross remembers. This man!! This fucker!!

Nightmare however is calm and hums "I see what you are offering but sadly that will not work. You see, the schedule is already full."

The man glances at Cross and hums "Oh I see. You booked every slot didn't you? Rich boy born wiht a silver spoon in his mouth thanks to XGaster and using church money for your own needs."

Cross sputters and feels his whole face warm up "I didn't!! I wouldn't!! I would never!!" He would never! "I would never!! Pay someont to have sex with me?!" Especially not with XGaster's blood money- Wait!! No!! "I mean!!"

Nightmare sighs and looks annoyed at the human in the suite "You broke him. Now I will have to deal with that. Leave." the human mutters some curses but leaves.

Cross is hiding his face as Nightmare hums.

Horror speaks from behind them "that was a dumpster fire."

Cross turns around to see Dust look horrified and the spirits all looking shocked or mad themselves. Cross catches Dust's face and now he can't help but thinking about Dust like that and oh no he is still staring and just end him now!!

Nightmare looks rather amused "Curious how bold they are."

Dust sputters "Stop encouraging them!!"

Nightmare chuckles "I am actually sending them away each time." and he smiles.

Dust sputters and waves his hands "Tehy think you are acutally my pimp!! that isn't helping!!"

Nightmare tilts his skull still looking amused "Would you prefer they keep botherng you with these questions?"

Dust groans and just throws his hands up before thrusting a bag into Cross's arms- oh huh?

Dust walks by "Ritual stuff. Take it inside." and he walks back into his van to grab anything else.

At least Dust doesn't blame cross for this mess... He likes that Dsut never judged him...

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Kiler glares at another person shooting them a look. They are walking down the street now. Trying to get some info from other wandering shades and phantoms. They don't actually dare come close to them.

Whihc Killer thinks is just insulting?! Dusty is the best!!

Though it does mean Killer doens't have to share him with even more people!!

Killer hangs over his shoulder "Dusty!! I am bored!! I wanne go back and have some fun!"

Dust shrugs him off and mutters about needing intell. Killer however is still grinning! Dust didn't hit him or anything to get him off!! clearly he didn't actually minded the close contact!

This is great!

He grins as he skips after Dust, ignoring Cross begging him to act dignified with his body.

Killer snorts "How can i be focused and serious after we slept togehter?" they had cuddled into the night! Look the fact that dust had already been asleep doesn't discount the fact tehy cuddled!

Dust sputters and looks at him with his beautiful blush on his face as he hisses "Don't say that so loudly! people will start even more rumours!" he glances around anxiously and tugs the hood closer around his skull. Killer glances around himself and glares at the people staring. He flips them off.

Dust groans as he tugs his hood even closer and Killer can't help but coo "Oh you are so cute! i can just eat you up!" and he can't help but pick Dust up and spin him around. The small yelp is adorable and the blush just makes his freckles stand out even more and he looks so cute!!

Three people walk over and Killer glares at them "Don't fucking start. The answer is no. You all are idiots for thinking my mate will be disloyal to amuse simple fucks like you lot!"

Dust makes a nervous little noise as Killer pulls him closer. Nightmare looks amused from where he has been walking and just letting them do their thing.

Ngihtmare turns towards the three and smiles "See? I have told many people before that Dust is busy and not open for these type of appointments."

Killer sees them pull out more bills of money and other things but Nightmar ejust shakes his head and shoos them away. Killer huffs as he checks in with his dear mate and sees Dust hiding his face. Mutteing about this being a fucking disaster.

Killer thinks it went rather well actually!!

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They are outside a building. Almost a month after the first idiot tried to suggest that his brother would amuse them like!! Like!! THAT!!

Ash is honestly insulted!

How dare they to think they are worthy of his brother like that?! His brother is too perfect and pure for heathens like THOSE to dirty his dear brother!

Ash is this close to snapping.

Dust is studying the marks left behind on the side of the building. marks of the cult they had been tracking. Dust thinks they are using grafiti and other marks to communicate. A way to not leave an actual paper trail or a trace on the internet.

One person walks over and ash does not like it. People ahve been approaching his poor brother for a full month now!! Yes! Ash knows his brother is cute and perfect and of coruse people would desire him but don't look at him!! Stay away from him!

As always Nightmare speaks with the person but it isn't fast enough.

Ash notices the weakend link of Cross to his body.. he is at his time limit.

Ash doens't think. He uses his limited energy to push Cross out. Cross's spirit leave shis bdoy with a yelp and Ash is in it instantly.

"-Look. I am just saying that I got the gold and the time! just a quicky-"

Ash growls "Stop trying to fuck my brother!"

Ash glares and huffs as the other looks shocked. a woman this time. looking strong. Then the woman looks considered "brothers? like... step brothers?"

Ash pauses and realises what he jsut did... He glances at Dust and sees his horrified look. Oh no.

Oh no oh no!

Dust sputters "We!! I am NOT Cross's brohter!!"

The woman fucking lights up "Oh you do roleplay!!" she smirks and twirls her hair "I can be a very good mommy for a good boy-"

Ash doens't think and punches her in the face. It feels good. It feels amazing to be able to get one off those fuckers to back the fuck away from his brother. He does make sure to keep his mouth shut.

The woman glares "Possessive little fucker aren't you?" she looks at Nightmare "May want to teach that little priest a lesson soon. He seems rather possessive of your little bitch."

Nightmare stops him from hitting the woman again as he speaks calmly "If you hold no respect for us it is best you leave. We have no interest in doing business with those who hold no resepct."

The woman huffs as she walks away "You don't work with anyone. But i am sure someone will be able to outbid you priest boy! And then you will see that this love and fucking you get? It is just about the money!" and she is gone.

Ash immediantly leaves the body, causing Cross's body to crumble. Cross yelps and rushes back in before looking up horrified "You told them we were brothers?!"

Ash sputters "I was mad!! I am used to people just knowing!!"

Dsut whines as he hides his face "This just makes things worse!!"

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Horror calmly fills the basket wiht fresh fruit. Dust is still at home. sTressed after his reputation took a nose dive and he had to do damage control with his fellow mediums.

horror asked Cross to leave his bdoy for a moment so Horror could do some grocery shopping for Dust and make him a good meal. Cross had been unsure but Horror swore that after that he would return his body to Cross.

Cross agreed on that promise.

Talking about Cross...

Cross frowns at the different fruits "So... what are you going to make?"

Horror hums as he checks the potatoes and decides to grab sweet potatoes to go with the bell peppers he already picked out "A roast." he also grabs some fresh citrus and lemon. He gets to the herbs and gets some basics. Just to bring out the roast taste even better.

They walk by the tomatoes and Horror grabs some of the small ones that pack a nice flavour. He wants to roast those with the potatoes to get them nice and crunchy. Horror has noticed that Dust adores a good crunch even if he never asks for it. He also much prefers fresh flavours whihc is why he is doubling on the citrus.

Cross stops floating by the lemongrass "Oh can you grab this as well? I can use any spice really for the warmth tea and I think Dust will prefer this taste over the cinnamon!"

Horror walks over and grabs some of it. As well as a bit of a dried version to store for later cups. Tonight it is time for Dust to just relax.

Horror gets to the butcher area of the store and studies the differnet pieces of meat. mmmh... red meat would be best for the recipe he had planned and there seems some options. He could also go towards teh actual butcher two streets over.

He makes sure no one is around before he asks Cross "Would you mind us going towards the butcher as well? The cuts are decent but not the best."

Cross blinks and looks shcoked before laughing "Thanks for asking. and sure! LEts get Dust a good meal!! he deserves it with all the extra stress."

Horror nods and walks towards the check out. He wants to make sure to get to the butchers before it gets around four. that is when those stores tend to get busy from his memory and he wants to take his time to pick out the prefect cut.

Some man waves at him but at Cross's confused look it is clear Cross doesn't know him. Which means Horror jsut ignores him.

He gets to the check out and pays for the groceries. He nods and wishes them a good day before walking towards the exit. Bag in his arms with their first part of the groceries.

Running steps and someone rushes in front of him "Hey! I was trying to get your attention!"

Horror blinks as he stares at the man. Cross still looks confused and so horror asks one question "Do I know you?"

The other laughs and shakes his head "Nah. But!! I know about you! Adn well! You know. the hooker you fuck? We were wondering what prices and rates and- hey! hey!! where are you going! you can'tjust walk-" and horror lets the door fall shut behind him.

Cross floats next to him dumbfounded "You just... walked away?!"

Horror nods "correct." and he keeps walking.

He turns the corner and goes towards teh butcher. He thinks a good piece of beef would be nice. It is rich and it will go nicely wiht the things he got. It is also not too adventures for Dust. Who most likely never had the chance to taste many different dishes.

With time Horror can maybe try some more dishes later. When Dust is more comfortable again.

Thoguths for later. Now he has a roast to prepare.

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Dust glances around the corner and checks both sides of the street. Okay. No one nearby. He doens't think anyone saw him go inside here... Maybe he can do this?

Nightmare chuckles "Interested in meeting new friends?"

Dsut glares "You know damn well i am not!" but it seems fine... He slowly goes towards the corner and crawls into the warehouse he had been scouting out for days now. He searches the basement and grins when he finds the ring.

It is a small artifact. Weak compared to others but it is an artifact! One meant to strenghten holy bonds and divine energy! It isn't one of the large relics Ngihtmare needs but this should count right? Something to at least tie a bit of the depbt he still owned over.

He crawls back out through the window and yelps as Ngihtmare just pulls him out easily. Holding him up wiht one arm.

His soul is acting stupid again as it pulses so fast.

Ngihtmare has that stupid, charming, smug, stupid- wait he siad that already?, knowing grin on his face. He holds him fro a moment before putting him down at a cuddle. Nightmare leans closer to the side of his skull "That is a lovely colour on you."

Dust feels the warmth on his face gets worse even as Killer yells at nightmare fro daring to flirt with his mate. Celarly killer doesn't realise yet that nihgmtare truly only does it to get a raise out of both of them...

Dust tries to calm his stupid soul... it is nothing. he means nothing wiht it... jsut wants you to feel embarrassed and flustered as he straight up admitted that is tasty to him.

Dust just thrusts his arm out "Here."

Ngihtmare takes the ring and chuckles "Oh my how forwards of you..." he puts it on his left ring finger-NO!

Dust sputters "No! It is to repay my debt! or part of it! Nothing else!"

"I could help with that."

Ngihtamre and Dust both blink and turn. there is a man there.. dUst knows right away who it is. It is one of the people in the council who control this province. Rich guy who throws money away as if he has a secret stash.

Dust blinks "Waht?"

the man smiles "I have a deal for you."

Dust knows where ti is going and feels annoyed "No i am not open to be hired to fuck anyone. leave me alone." he goes to turn towards the exit but the man is in the way. At least Nightamre joins his side.

The man laughs and holds up his hands "Hold on hold on. I am aware some people have been rather... disrespectful and pushy. But! I can assure you! My deal is well worth to be considered."

Dust doens't want to consider anything. He is already sick of this man. Nightmare puts his hand on his shoulder "Lets just hear him out and we will go about our day as planned alright?"

Dust shoots him a glance. Nightmare is smiling but he looks calm. He must know that Dust is beyond done with this. Nightmare will probably just fancy talk their way out of this conversation again...

Dust huffs "fine." and he crosses his arms.

The man smiles "Perfect! Now. I am holding a party in three weeks. And for that party we are in desperate need of entertainment. Now. Do not worry. It is all rather tasteful. We need pleasant people to serve drinks and snacks. Some pretty people to act interested in those speaking. A few to share the night with and one or two for a very special honour." he grins "I think your little treasure there fits the bail for all of them." He holds up a cheque "I will write you whatever amount you want. What does the little pretty own you? I will triple it."

Dust feels himself choke. Triple it?! Who the hell triples a debt that he doesn't even know the price of?!

Nightmare keeps smiling charming "As tempting as that offer is. It is much more worthwhile to keep him by my side." and he grins.

The man frowns. athoughtful look "One night... is already too much... curious..." He rubs his ring.

Dust traces his sight downwards and feels himself freeze. That is the cult symbol...

What... oh no...

The man glances around "A medium and a priest... interesting company you keep... interesting people you have a debt of..."

Nightmare smiles "What can I say. I like being a mystery. Now. If that was all." Ngihtmar epulls lightly on his arm and steers Dust out... Dust can'thelp but notices that Nightmare keeps himself between dust and the cultist. his invissible tendrils are lashing... almost making defensive manouvers.

Dust goes to glance back but a tendril keeps his face aimed forwards. Nightmare whispers just under his breath "Don't... he has dark magic active. keep. moving."

Cross rushes after them as well but doesn't ask questions. No doubt also noticed something.

The cult knows about him.

It doens't matter they know about him for the wrong reasons.

Tehy know he is in this city. It will be a matter of time before they realise he is the same medium that survived the Banshee.

Shit...

He fucking knew this mess was going to come back to bite him.

Seems like it is sooner rather than later.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Featured Fic Friday!

Welcome to Featured Fic Friday! A day where I, or someone who suggests one, tell you about a fanfic that I really enjoy! Spoiler's under the cut! Today's featured fic is...

Cats and Concerns by WrittenKinzy18 (General Audiences, Complete)

It's been a while since Nightmare visited the café. Or, Ccino and Nightmare have a chat.

Yet another short fic, this one focuses on Ccino's point of view as Nightmare visits his cafe!

I really like how the author characterizes the relationship between the two, & enjoy the backstory we're given to explain it!

Spoilers ahead!

I'm a big fan of how the author describes how the cats act, having them be always wanting more attention!

I also like how we're told Nightmare's behavior towards Ccino has changed, as it's a neat way to include a more canon leaning Nightmare!

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Scheme, chapter 1: Is this an alliance.........

Nightmare would describe it as a matter of merely patience, really. For them to be dishonest on this—much more now, the very first time their truce was to make effect— would be senseless. The Guardian was the only one with something to lose, after all. Basic common sense and a healthy sense of self preservation would clearly scare them off that idea.

Even then, he couldn't lie. An hour or so, just waiting on the snow —far enough from the town of Snowdin no monsters but themselves could be seen— was less than desirable.

“Still nothing.” Killer said. Nightmare didn't bother to turn his head to look at him, knowing he wouldn't dare to come near. From the glimpse of his eye, he could see the way he toyed with the knife on his hand, throwing it in the air just to catch it, avoiding its edge. “What are we waiting for?”

“You will see,” Nightmare said, dry. He closed his eye, and reached for any feeling. Fear was felt first, common in its light presence. Anger. Annoyance. Common, expected. It wasn't time yet. He had all the time in the world. His eye opened once more.

Unsatisfied —or at least, it felt like that, his knife stilling in his hand—, Killer stood back, looking to the side as if hoping the view of the snow falling would make the minutes pass quicker. Deciding he needed no attention from there on, Nightmare glanced to the other side, quietly analysing the way Dust and Horror rested on site. 

Emotions didn't matter then —he could feel their growing annoyance— but rather the way they showed it. Finding them tense, but not enough to warrant preparing against the possibility of sudden aggression, was more than enough.

There was a slight change in the air, light. Gravity felt off, like the world itself stuttered in its cycle.

“What the…” Horror murmured under his breath. He heard the way his phalanges dug into the hard bone of the femur he used as a weapon. Whether he looked at Nightmare or not for guidance wasn't known. It didn't matter. Trained as his pets were, he knew they wouldn't rebel against a command even in their confusion.

Their confusion gave way to dread. He felt it on the very tip of his tendrils, on the liquid hatred that fell to the ground just to gather back at his feets like magnetic sand.

He felt it before he saw it, the way reality itself seemed to split in half just to let something —no, someone in. A portal appeared, unappealing in its appearance. Geometric, its edges shifting as if it couldn't quite stabilize.

The realization he felt from his own felt sweet in his mouth. He didn't walk forward, yet he didn't flinch. His tentacles extended, and as so, he made himself taller, bigger; a second or so before he snapped them back in place.

Keep still.

Wordless, the gang obeyed. Nightmare was merciful enough to avoid commenting on the less than dignified emotion he felt creeping up on them.

A head peeked through the portal, far enough to be unable to distinguish its face, much less the expression it bore. The sound of glitching, however, was more than enough.

Ink had not lied. 

“Stupid,” he heard. Error’s voice felt loud, echoing in the pale color of the snow. His hand went to the side of his head, like soothing a common headache, before it went forward, phalanges clawing into the blue of his cheekbones. “What kind of trash— what kind of trash—?”

Nightmare heard him laugh, light as if amused by an inner musing before it degraded into a full blown cackle. He couldn't quite contain a wince, a mix of disgust and annoyance mirroring the echoes of feeling he couldn't quite access. It wasn't fear that made him unable to do so, but something close. He despised him.

Error’s laughter stopped, as suddenly as it began. Any second of wondering the reason why was cut off as Nightmare saw it: the melting snow—damp with the firelight of a single lantern— defying gravity. It barely lasted more than a second, the water turning black in the air before it fell once more only to bounce back, materializing as something solid.

A wooden broom painted to Error’s face, leaking acidic paint; he heard Error’s growl as static as it splashed into the ground, barely missing his slipper.

“Ink,” he said, a mockery of a greeting. A step back; his hand pulled, the other joining its twin to tug on the tears of his cheeks. Leaking silk-like strings from the hollow of his eyelights, he somewhat resembled a spider. “Won’t you just know when to quit?”

Ink huffed lightly, almost a sigh. A step forward guided his movement, the distance between them shortening to what it was before. Silent, like the sizzling of his paint burning the ground was answer enough.

The absence of chatter was eerie. Error laughed, somewhat lacking the sharpness from before yet still holding some edge.

“Aww. What happened? So serious, ” Error drawled. As he stepped to the side, Ink followed. They kept on facing each other. They would not touch, not yet. “All that self-righteousness about not wanting to fight. But here you are, pointing your shitty excuse of a broom at me.”

Half a circle. There wasn't enough space for them to keep on walking forward. A waltz.

“I don't want to fight,” Ink said. He didn't turn to look at them, but Nightmare knew he would be able to feel his eye on him. His hold on his weapon didn't falter, still brought high, pointing at Error’s neck. The lack of tone in his voice made his words feel rehearsed, “but I won't let you touch this Creator’s ambitions. Their passion and ideas. They're not yours to destroy.”

“Trash wasting up space,” Error crooned. His glitching was noisy in the silence, crackling like a burning flame. “Someone has to do the dirty work, paint stain. They will thank me for this . They are thanking me for this.”

“Some of them,” Ink conceded, terse. A full circle was made. His weapon was readjusted in his hands, position changed slightly. Upper torso leaned forward, neck craned up to keep looking at Error in the eyes. “They are not happy about you being here, y’know?”

“They’ll get over it,” Error said. He could see his yellow smile from afar, wide. Excited, almost. “I wouldn't say the same about your losing streak. They're still rambling about it.”

Their eyes locked, Error’s feet stopping in place. He saw Ink’s scarf, the way it seemed to spike at the edges.

“Poor little Ink,” Error cooed, low voice stretched thin into a mocking higher pitch. “So overrated. Pathetic. Such a boring character, if he can't protect anything, why is he even here?”

Too quick for his eye to properly follow, Ink moved forward, scarf swishing behind him; Error stepped back, avoiding the burning touch of Ink’s paint, oozing aggressively as if it wanted to devour him. Maybe it wanted to. Error laughed again. 

He had expected it— no, wanted it.

Error attacked back, a quick snap of his wrist tearing a pine tree from its roots. It didn't touch Ink as it flew towards him, but it was close. A black Gaster Blaster met Ink as he jumped.

Ink dissolved in front of his eyes, barely missing the light that came out of the faux creature’s mandible. Reforming himself in front of his eye in barely a second, crouching low on his knees, he jumped, the bristles of his broom barely missing Error’s eyes for an inch or so. Slightly lower, it cut Error’s strings from the source instead.

Error’s growl sounded like overlapping thunder as he stood back, hands quickly clawing onto his eyelights. Blue connected face and fingertips, and his wrists flicked again. A taunt. Bones appeared behind Ink’s back; collisioning when he looked back, alerted by the sound of magic.

Their broom smoked black. He felt more than heard Ink’s growl as they flipped it, acid oozing from the bristled tip, falling onto the snow at Error’s feet. By the way he hissed, Nightmare could guess it also got his legs.

Gaster Blasters appeared by Ink’s sides just to fire, strings hanging up to avoid him moving. Ink jumped, slicing through them as if they were made of butter. His shirt got dirty, tainted black by his own blood. He wasn't unscathed.

Error dodged, missing the wave of black paint that went after him. His frown twitched in place, and his fist clenched. Bone after bone appeared on snow, dissonant in their red color against the pure white of the background. They didn't move. String after string made their way between the trees.

A short break came to be. He saw Ink fiddle with his sash just to raise a vial up to his teeth; throwing the glass aside when he was done. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You’ve gotten softer. Weaker,” Error said. Nightmare could pinpoint the bitter echo of disappointment in him. “This isn't fun anymore, just sad.”

Ink’s weapon met his shoulder, strong enough to throw him to a nearby tree. His mouth moved, somewhat still keeping his volume tame even if he could see him—

“Shit,” Dust hissed. A Gaster Blaster faced them. It was meant for Ink. Its jaw opened. 

Burning light met nothingness. They had gotten away in time. The violent white noise of Error’s glitching pulled him back, the text that overlapped his shape twitching like the glow of a broken screen. He was bleeding from the mouth. He did not speak.

His magic did all the talking, instead. The bones that rested on the ground tilted, as if pulled by gravity; Error’s strings made them chase Ink’s shape, colliding into a mix of dust and smoke as they didn't reach him. A sizzle of acid melted down the skull of a Gaster Blaster before it fired, leaving only the horns to fall into the ground and fade into nothingness.

Paint fell to the ground, fragmenting like an attempt of a spiderweb. Ink jumped forward, uncaring of the way his naked feet touched the very same liquid that devoured pure magic. Error jumped back, already back on his steps, flinching back as if Ink touching him could have burnt him. Maybe it could.

They haven't touched yet. A realization.

“Don't you have any new tricks?” Error drawled, laughing as he saw their hold on their broom grew unsteady. “You're already looking kind of pale.”

“Shut up ,” Ink hissed, leaving his stance for a second in fluster. It was enough. Error’s strings wrapped around his broom and pulled . Ink bristled like a cat, full attention on the ceiling. He jumped, following his only weapon up.

A flash of blue immobilized him, arms snapping back to his torso. There was a second just before the strings tightened, straight lines at full capacity before they snapped. The snow floated up with the force of Ink’s fall, the slam echoing in the hollow.

Ink didn't get up.

"Son of a bitch,” Error hissed, fists clenching as Ink squirmed in place. He stilled again, immobile. A fly on the web. “You never learn, do you ?”

Ink didn't move. Nightmare had seen him dissolve, turn into paint just to slither away, unscathed. And yet— he did not. Like his magic, the very sense of self had been sapped away from him when he had been oh so lively. A machine running out of oil.

Ink’s weakness. The excuse he used to arrange their truce.

“Rusty. So awfully boring ,” Error said. He walked closer, shoe pressing onto glass. One of Ink’s vials had fallen in the struggle. His smile seemed strained, a mix between sick pleasure and pity mixing within the wrongness of his soul. Awfully sweet. “Don't worry, blodge. I can be entertaining enough for the both of us.”

Nightmare’s tentacles twitched as he saw Error’s hands claw onto the air, a mix of symbols and images glitching into reality itself. The world stuttered, suddenly too tight, smaller. An opening.

“Fetch,” Nightmare said. He felt Dust and Horror’s emotions, sharp, right after they moved. They had moved before feeling. It was enough.

Error’s hand dropped as Killer's knife grazed his scarf, smile hesitating in place, eyes widening in surprise as he barely evaded the sharp cut. He wasn't as lucky with the pure magic that was freed from Dust’s Blaster, exploding against the blindspot of his back.

String appeared before the smoke cleared, sharp against Horror’s soul before Killer cut it down with the sharpness of his knife. Error’s ribs were hit by Horror’s maze, glitching into abhorrent noise as he screeched in pain.

Reality dropped into normalcy as he did so, whatever hold he had on it snapping like a twig. Nightmare could perceive emotions again, the feeling of them popping open inside his cranium like a pressure change.

“Cheater. Cheating— ” Error bristled, strings pooling from his eyes like real tears. He stomped on the floor with one foot, hands clawing on his cheeks, like the idea of crying was really passing through his mind. “ Ink, your little friends—?!”

“Error,” Nightmare said instead, smirking when the amicable tone made Error stop. The presence of his anger, sharp as it was, was intoxicating. “So we see once—”

“Annoying,” Error growled, caring not of the way Nightmare’s team surrounded him. Gaster, knife, maze. A mockery of protectors, the Guardian of Fates still down, twitching like a squashed cockroach, still bent on fighting even if everything of him was broken. Defenseless. The idea that Ink, of everyone else there, deserved more respect than himself, dangerous as he was, was more than puzzling. Troubling. What did he see on him? “Go away .”

“Is this how you usually greet someone who just wants to talk, Destroyer of the AUs?” Nightmare wondered out loud, his tentacles rising as he saw the hint of string drag through the snow. They sharpened like knives, the substance that composed them compacting into solid. “I’m under the belief that one must… weigh his own words, before ordering fellow men around. I’m very sure you would never desire to be this impolite, much less to those that answer to me.”

Space between monsters was made smaller as his guard walked closer, string being touched and pulled. If Error moved, if his hand clenched, they would attack at the same time. A clear checkmate.

“Eat shit ,” Error grumbled, static growing in volume as he saw himself cornered. “This is between Ink and I . You’ve never bothered to bother me before . You opportunistic piece of shit.”

But Ink was his, now. All in exchange for a helping hand, if an opportunity just like this one arose. Cunning as Nightmare was, he always felt proud of just how strict he was on fulfilling his promises.

Nightmare's smiled, showing teeth. He felt Error’s repulsion before he saw it on his face, spreading like infection on the way his glitching spread, like some part of him hoped for it to be able to protect it from the pack of hyenas ready to feast on meat he didn't have.

It’d be so easy. It wasn't every day he had an opportunity like this. He could even mask it as a favor. Something Ink would owe him for.

A protector with nothing to protect against was barely a protector, however. And he still needed a leash. Appealing as the idea was, the downsides outweighed the benefits.

“Don’t kill him.”

Ink’s voice, void of any emotion, took him back. Faint. He had forgotten him. Nightmare looked back, eye roaming over the pitiful figure of Ink’s scarf, half-melting into black. Still restrained.

How humiliating. If Nightmare focused, he could almost feel the echo of where their shame should rest, thick like honey. He felt his team’s eyes on him, questioning. A claim to be made, waiting on his lips.

“Ah. Such a pitiful sight,” Nightmare said, almost a rumble. His eye went back to glance at Error’s indignant scowl, a smirk still shaping his mouth. “Did you hear that, Destroyer? Do you think you deserve mercy?”

Horror’s foot hit Error’s knees, making him drop. Symbols and numbers followed as if the corruption of himself seemed to follow him, called on by his bristling. Like a puppeteer, his strings snapped with him. No puppets. 

“Your life is not mine to take,” Nightmare decided, high enough so Ink could hear. A mercy to them both. “Be thankful. Your dust won't touch my shoes today.”

“You sick freak,” Error snarled, though he didn't attack once more. His eyes fell on Ink’s shape before they lost the light shine of his eyelights. “Don't think this is over.”

A portal opened on the floor, barely enough to let Error through. Blinding white, shockingly contrasting against the snow— an instant.

Error was gone.

He saw the trio relax, abandoning their stance. Naturally, they didn't see Ink as a threat. Even then, the trace of the battle itself was more than enough. Raw magic hollowed whole trees, devoured the floor itself. The ceiling. Cut strings weren't enough to cover the destruction that followed.

Such power. Most fascinating of it all, the battle seemed equal until it was very much not. As if mid-flying, one of the birds broke its wings, unable to bear the force of the wind. Unnatural.

His feet walked by themselves to where Ink laid on the floor. A tentacle of his own went around the back of his sash, picking him up like a cat. Dirty and scratched, he resembled a stray. Ink blinked at him, pale red and orange staring back. 

“And what should we do now with our little friend ?” Killer said, a smile in his voice. He was still panting lightly; Nightmare could hear the sound of his breathing even if he stood behind him. “Boss?”

“I thought I gave you enough nourishment for today,” Nightmare said, voice cold. “Don't tell me you’ve gotten greedy, Killer.”

“I thought you liked it when I got ambitious.”

“There’s a clear difference between the two,” Nightmare said. The tips of his tentacles flicked. “Silence, now. I'll let you know the moment your services are needed again.”

There was a single breath —loud enough for Nightmare to think Killer was about to complain— but it quickly dissipated into a single sigh. Defeated. Steps on the snow, light, let him know Killer walked away. Privacy.

“Hm? How weird,” Ink said, the same blank expression on his face. Nightmare brought him up, just enough so he could look down at him comfortably. “One would think that with how strict you are, your pets would know to shut up.”

“Don't flatter me, Guardian,” Nightmare said. He couldn't deny the smile that appeared, however. There was a fine line between stupidity and naivety. Did Ink truly think he wouldn't try to hurt him in his helplessness? “They are well trained, usually. They don't do well when they get impatient, you see.”

“My bad,” Ink said, light. A weird smile got on his mouth, as if he couldn't quite summon the illusion of courtesy yet trying to do so all the same. “I would have told you the exact time he’d come here, but y’know how Error gets.”

“I do know,” Nightmare said, well-humored. His eye lost some of its amusement, even if he made sure his words kept on rolling smoothly, like pebbles down a mountain. Amenable. “Is this how every little battle of yours has been? Every defeat? ”

“Yikes. Right for the kill, hm?” Ink said. He didn't wince. Somehow monotone. “Yes.”

“How verbose.”

“I don't remember most battles,” they said. “I have memory pools. I get thrown around a lot. Does weird things to me.”

“So I see. I hope you're aware that Error won't fall for this trick again,” Nightmare said. Ink’s face didn't tell him anything. They blinked at him. “However, I believe it's doable. My work hand may be yours, as long as you prioritize worlds that answer to me.”

Ink’s eyes squinted, a frown coming to be. Even then, it softened after not very long. As if he was testing emotions; attempting expressiveness with nothing behind to back them up. “Okay.”

Satisfied, Nightmare let him on his feet, politely letting him lean on the wideness of his tentacle as he stumbled. Still trapped. He didn't melt yet. The process probably was linked with his magic, unable to be called upon while exhausted by the battle, short and intense as it was.

“Think you can do me a favor?” Ink said, nose twitching as Nightmare’s tentacles passed through his back. String after string was cut, and he was free again. Instead of checking his numb arms, his hands quickly went to his sash, getting a vial out just to drink. He licked his lips once he was done. “...Mhm. You're the best.”

“I believe the word you wanted to say is ‘thank you’,” Nightmare said dryly, somewhat entertained. Ink didn't look at him after that, eyes glancing up to stare at the ceiling. He couldn't say that he was surprised. His weapon was still up there, after all. Nightmare couldn't help but glance up as well, as if he truly held the thought there was anything interesting to look at but the trace of weakness that laid up. “...A temporary partnership. Merely a coincidence.”

Ink looked back at him. His eyes resembled question symbols. “Ah?”

“My excuse,” Nightmare said, eyes jumping to the gang before he stared down at him. “To reveal what we have would be less than beneficial, would it not be? I assume the idea of my brother knowing of our little truce isn't particularly appealing.”

“Ha . No. It’d go super bad,” Ink said, hand on his nape. He seemed troubled. He blinked. Purple and cyan met his view. “I guess we’ll just have to run with the good old Enemies with Benefits tag.”

“...Could we not.”

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Featured Fic Friday!

Welcome to Featured Fic Friday! A day where I, or someone who suggests one, tell you about a fanfic that I really enjoy! Spoiler's under the cut! Today's featured fic is...

Complications of Suddenly Being a Child by sleepycatwrites (General Audiences, Complete)

A silly little thing I wrote after being inspired by this post by somegrumpynerd on Tumblr! I recently had the thought of Dream being tutored by Swap!Toriel after being freed from the stone, so I had to include it in this as well! Please excuse any mistakes, as this was written in two sittings & only briefly looked over!

A short fic that is, once again, one of my own, I really enjoyed writing this out!

If I recall correctly, I think the only reason this took two sittings to write was because I got interrupted & had to stop for a bit. I'm very glad that my inspiration stayed until I finished writing it!

The only part I think I struggled with was the ending, due to both dying motivation & not knowing how to end it in a way I was satisfied with. I do like what I came up with in the end, even if I struggled a little to get there!

Spoilers ahead!

I included some headcanons that I enjoy thinking about, one of which is Underswap Toriel teaching Dream things that he wouldn't have learned in the village, such as how to write & bake! I tried to at least hint towards it with her being protective over Dream, seeming to have a close relationship with him!

Another small detail I included was towards the end, when Error is examining the twins' code, where I tried to indicate Dream feeling uncomfortable with standing still for so long, in reference to his being trapped in stone for centuries! I don't think it came through very much, unfortunately!

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Two Truths & a Lie

Errormare Fluff Oneshot

Characters (all Sanses from UTAU/MV): Error, Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror, Cross, Ink, Dream, Blue

Word count: 2792

Trigger warnings: Swearing, temporary amnesia

Summary: An innocent party game between and Stars and the Bad Sanses starts off strong with everyone having fun together and laughing. Then someone's question throws everyone off and Error runs away because he doesn't know how to properly communicate.

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“Okay, so the game we’re playing is called ‘Two Truths and a Lie’, BUT to make it more fun, we’re going to be playing it with a twist. If we get the answer of which statement is the lie wrong, then we don’t get to know what the lie actually is. Does that make sense?”

Everyone had gathered around the coffee table to listen to Killer’s instructions, almost everyone paying full attention to these strange new rules.

“But… why? What does not knowing which fact the lie is actually do? If anything it just seems annoying.” Blue chimed in from his nearby spot on the floor beneath Error’s hammock. Killer turned to look at him, his face full of confusion and what also seemed like disgust at the question. He opened his mouth to answer, but Ink quickly beat him to it.

“Because that prompts people to ask harder questions, duh. It’s no fun when someone says the most obvious lie ever and their turn is over before it’s even really started.”

“I won’t be participating.” Nightmare said out of nowhere, drawing all eyes to him with outraged expressions.

“Yeah, same here. These games are waaaayyyy too dull for me. Plus, you’d never get any of mine anyways. I’m too much of a mystery.” Error added, snorting to himself at the end.

“You’re both so boring.” Came the unexpected voice from Dust, sitting on the couch away from everyone.

Error couldn’t hold himself back from saying snidely, “Oh, like you were going to play.”

The only response he got was the dark shadow of Dust’s hood staring directly up at him.

Awkward silence followed for a brief moment as Dust and Error kept staring at each other before Cross spoke up, “How about we just start playing and see who joins? Also, Error? You do realize that if your questions are as hard as you’re making them out to be, it’ll just make it more fun and thought provoking, right?”

Error just shrugged and rolled onto his side, facing away from everyone else. Of course, in response to this, Dust threw one of his slippers up at him, causing Error to startle himself out of his hammock and directly onto Blue.

As Error quickly scrambled himself away from Blue’s lap, glitches filling his eyes, he looked in the direction he believed Dust to be and gave the nastiest glare he was possible of.

“Why do you insist on bullying me!?”

—

Several rounds had passed as people took their turns, some questions being very easy and others being far too difficult. 

Every now and then, someone would throw themselves a pity party when their question was answered correctly without any difficulty, and turn themselves away from the group to pout. These never lasted long; however, since the next questions came shortly after and everyone was eager to try and answer them.

Not a single person had gotten one of Error’s questions correct so far, so people kept prompting him to ask more in the hopes that they would be the one to get it this time.

“Okay fine, let’s try this again. Number one, the first time someone asked me to draw something, I drew a white line across the paper and called it snow. Number two, my favourite colour is hot pink. Number three, chocolate is my favourite flavour of nice cream. Which one is the lie?”

Everyone stared at Error in thought, debating their choices slowly. No one wanted to answer first in fear that they would be wrong.

A few brief moments passed before Ink exclaimed, “Oh! You made this one seem like it was hard but it’s not! The lie is that your favourite colour is hot pink!” Ink remained sitting cross-legged, but raised his hands to hip hips triumphantly.

“Wrong.” Error replied with a mocking tone, gleefully looking down at him as Ink’s face contorted into horror.

“There’s no way… drawing a white line instead of actually drawing is way too much like you for that to be the lie, and you love chocolate! Are you messing with us?” Blue asked, a bewildered expression creeping onto his face as Error smiled and shrugged down to him.

“I’m not messing with you, I can guarantee that. You guys just suck.” He giggled to himself as he rolled onto his back, facing the ceiling and closing his eyes.

“Wake me up when you want to try again.”

A heavy sigh came from across the room, “Very well, I suppose I’ll play a round.”

All eyes in the room darted to stare at Nightmare as he placed his book to the side of his chair and faced the others.

“Woah, Boss. You’re finally gonna play with us? I thought these games were ‘beneath you’ and all that.” Killer teased, gesturing dramatically and laughing when Nightmare sighed once more.

“Well, none of you can get Error’s questions when they’re all very obvious, so I figure that you won’t be able to answer mine correctly either.”

Ink gawked and hit his hands on the ground harshly, “OBVIOUS!?”

“... What do you mean all of his questions are obvious?” Dream asked tentatively, blinking in confusion.

Everyone nodded in agreement and Error watched quietly from his hammock.

“Are you serious? You do know that he was practically giving you the answer in his most recent, don’t you?” He asked, laughing to himself quietly while staring at the others in mock confusion.

Both Killer and Ink squawked out random sounds, trying to form a coherent sentence, but failing miserably.

“I mean, he’s right.” Error added, smiling mockingly down at the others.

“Alright then, tell us what the answers were.” Horror said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously towards Nightmare.

Nightmare sighed, “Very well. One time Ink had been pestering him to draw with him and Cross, and Error lost his patience quite quickly. He told Ink rather bluntly that the first time Geno asked him to draw with him, he sat down at the table, maintained eye contact, and drew a white line directly across the page. He handed back the paper and called it a snow storm, he left directly after. As for the chocolate nice cream, yes he loves chocolate, but he absolutely despises cold things. I mean, stars you’ve all seen the way he dresses. He hates external cold temperatures, so why would he eat things that would make his insides cold?”

Stunned silence filled the room as everyone, including Error, gawked at Nightmare.

“Am I wrong?” He asked, glancing up to look at Error directly.

In response, Error promptly looked away and crossed his arms with an indignant ‘humph’.

“Alright then… I guess, say your questions then, Boss.” Cross prompted, breaking the silence once more.

He nodded, “Number one, I’ve read exactly… 37,372 books over my 500 years.” He paused briefly as Error narrowed his eyes, but continued, “Number two… I find Error quite attractive. Number three, I don’t mind the taste of chocolate.”

Brief silence followed as everyone thought, slightly put off by the strange questions. As people continued to think over their options, Error’s eyes widened and his face flushed as he came to a realization.

He quickly jumped out of his hammock and walked through a portal, “I- I gotta go… sorry- uh, bye.”

No one spoke for a moment as everyone stared at where his portal just closed.

“Well that was weird.” Ink commented quickly, taking a sip from his green vial.

Dream sighed and nudged him, “Ink you don’t need to be extra curious right now. He likely wants to be left alone, you shouldn't bother him.”

Ink gave no response, just slouching his shoulders and pouting.

The others looked between each other uncertainly, occasionally glancing where Error had just vanished.

—

In the Anti-Void, Error was pacing back and forth in front of his beanbag, muttering to himself and speaking the Voices. He was trying to calm himself quickly, while also trying to distract himself and understand what the hell Nightmare had meant by that goddamned question.

He took in a deep breath while slowing his movements.

“Hey, do you think he actually meant it? Do you think he liiiiiiiiikes you?” A voice asked teasingly, causing Error to freeze in place. Out of habit, he held his hands over his skull and yelled out for them to be quiet.

The Voices hesitated, before asking tentatively, “Why are you so upset about this though? We’ve had conversations about the possibilities and you never seemed opposed to it before…”

Error paused in thought, his face showing various conflicted emotions, and flopped down onto his beanbag, groaning.

He dragged his hands down his face, “I don’t know… It’s just- I don’t know. It’s weird. Yeah, we’re friends, and yeah he’s… great, and I love being around him so much, and the way his eyelight shines is so pretty- Um. N-Nevermind. But I didn’t think anything of it though! And that bastard said it so- so straightforward! He even fucking paused before the book count! He made it so damn obvious that it was a made up number!!”

Error groaned loudly, covering his face with his scarf, “I don’t get it…”

There was a slight pause as the Voices processed this information before they started up again in a cacophony of teases and suggestions, making Error’s face flush a deep blue.

“Oh my stars there’s no way! This is adorable!”

“You liiiiiike him~!”

“He really does! Oh my stars, this is so cute!”

“Oh come on, Error! It’s fine, everyone has crushes!”

“Yeah, but I thought the Destroyer of all people wouldn’t…”

“Why not?”

As they continued holding a conversation amongst themselves as to why Error may or may not be capable of having crushes, his glitches increased substantially and he curled in on himself to hide his blushing face.

“S-Shut up!”

The Voices in fact, did not shut up and instead did the opposite. They got louder and their comments were more targeted and teasing, eventually making Error crash.

After a few minutes of Error rebooting, he finally woke up with a quick breath and looked around.

He sighed, “... Do I even want to know why I crashed?”

A wave of giggles erupted from the Voices as Error groaned, laying further into his beanbag.

He thought hard, wondering why he was here in the Anti-Void when he was supposed to be at Nightmare’s place with the others.

Wait, that was today right? Was he late? Or maybe it just wasn’t time to be there yet? Blue would have called him if he was late…

Error thought to himself with a smile, “That means I get to see Nightmare later!”

He quickly froze as the memories came crashing back.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck that’s why he’s in the Anti-Void.

Oh fuck fuck fuck that happened earlier.

“I think he remeeembeered~!”

“I think so too!”“Look at his face! He looks like a blueberry!”

“Oh maybe that’s why he hangs out with Blue then…

“Ooooh, that’s kinda smart.”

“Wait yeah it actually is, we should look into this more.”  

Error stared up to the ‘ceiling’ of the Anti-Void in confusion, wondering what the HELL the Voices were going on about now.

—

Error had been gone for about half an hour before Nightmare decided to go after him, saying his goodbyes to the others and warning them not to burn down the place while he was gone.

He had been walking around the Anti-Void for some time now, unable to accurately determine how long it had really been since time didn’t seem to pass or even exist here. 

So far, Nightmare had been unsuccessful in finding Error, cursing to himself as he walked aimlessly and feeling like he was somehow getting farther and farther away from his main nest area.

He refused to teleport because he knew that the Anti-Void would just screw with his intended coordinates and take him farther from where he wanted to go. Suddenly, he recalled that Error told him something about the Anti-Void actively keeping unwanted visitors away from him by changing its shape to lead them away. 

He sighed and muttered to himself, “This damned place is making this far too complicated.”

He paused. Did Error really want to be left alone so badly that the Anti-Void would keep him away? Or did it think that he meant Error harm? He shook his head at the mere thought. He would never hurt Error.

At that thought, his eye widened as it occurred to him that his game questions may in fact have just been a reason for Error to spiral into a panic attack.

Nightmare began cursing himself louder and more frequently as he continued on his search, looking up to the strings suspended on the ‘ceiling’ and hoping that they would guide his way.

After what had seemed like forever, the suspended strings seemed to be getting denser and there seemed to be more puppets and human souls.

He increased his pace and kept walking farther, immensely grateful that he hadn’t gotten tired from all the distance he'd traveled.

Finally, he let out a heavy sigh of relief when he saw Error’s signature blue beanbag sitting in the distance.

Eventually, he reached the beanbag from behind, only to find Error gesturing around angrily and yelling to people that Nightmare couldn’t hear.

Suddenly, Error froze and stopped talking.

“... What do you mean ‘he’s behind me’...?”

Nightmare blinked, surprised that whatever he was hearing could tell him that.

Error turned around slowly, making eye contact with Nightmare.

The two stayed silent for a moment.

“... So. Any interesting conversations lately?” Nightmare asked jokingly, trying to break the tension.

Error’s awkward demeanour instantly changed as his frantic gesturing started up again, “Oh you have no idea! The Voices say the stupidest things ever! I’m honestly surprised I haven’t fallen to Ink’s level of stupidity just because I have to listen to these stupid things everyday!”

As Error continued to ramble, Nightmare took a seat on the floor in front of him. He watched him intently, seeing how he would speak with his hands and how his expression would change to match the story.

“Stars… he’s quite pretty when he’s rambling like this…”

 Nightmare propped his head on top of his hand, not noticing when his face flushed slightly or his tentacles coiled and curled in on themselves.

“... Night?” he groaned, “Ugh! You’re not even listening!!” Error whined, pouting and crossing his arms.

“Ah, sorry about that. I was just- hm.” He sighed heavily. “... Why did you run away earlier?”

Error froze, unable to say anything and slowly looking back to Nightmare.

“I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anxious, Error. I sincerely hope I didn’t cause you any harm, that was never my intention.”

Error pulled his scarf up to cover the lower half of his face, hiding himself and looking away once more.

They were both silent for a second.

“... Did you really mean it?” He asked, although Nightmare had to strain to understand through the scarf.

Nightmare nodded and murmured “yes”, his own face flushing a bit further.

Silence followed for a brief period of time, before Error moved over and allowed Nightmare to sit on his beanbag beside him. He left enough room so they still weren’t directly touching.

Despite this, Nightmare continued to sit on the floor for a moment, confused as to if Error actually wanted him to sit there. It was confusing not just because of Error’s haphephobia, but because his beanbag was a very prized possession and he didn’t ever let anyone sit on it. Not even Blue.

Error scowled and looked away from him, “Sit down, you moron. You’re not going to get many more opportunities to sit here, so you might as well do it now.”

He blinked.

Then it dawned on him. Error was inviting him to sit there because he didn’t know how else to verbally communicate what he wanted.

Slowly, Nightmare moved himself to sit beside Error, smiling softly to himself while ensuring that his movements were predictable and gentle.

Once he sat down and got comfortable, he looked over at Error, who had been watching him the whole time.

He looked like he was debating something.

Slowly, Error reached behind himself somewhere and pulled out a pillow, holding it tightly as his face grew into a darker blue.

“... Error?”

Suddenly, Error leaned over, quickly kissed Nightmare on the cheek, pulled away, then buried his face in the pillow, screaming. 

He crashed only moments after, leaving Nightmare to gawk by himself as he gently and quietly touched where Error had kissed him. His face had flushed a bright teal.

“... Well, I suppose that’s one way to do it…”

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