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Whooo! December 1st is upon us (at least, in my time zone), and I have a ton of writing I hope to get done before the year is over: some one-shots, chapters for ongoing stories, etc. So expect a lot of additions to the "Collection of Oddities" this month!
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Just a random thought: What if Nightmare and Dream changed color based on the emotions of those around them, like mood rings?
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Working on some one-shots.
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Working on a one-shot about everyone's favorite choco-taco boy.
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Well, it's safe to say the latest addition to the "Collection of Oddities" is yet another perfect example of what happens when I write a one-shot while I'm tired.
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Working on a one-shot I hope to have posted later.
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Well, time to see if I can get the first half of that story done today.
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The story has since become 4,100 words long, and I'm... almost half done.
I love how sometimes I think, “Oh, I’m going to write this short 500-word story today; it’ll be easy,” and then suddenly four days have passed, and I have a 2,000-word one-shot that’s not even half-finished.
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Time to see if I can get a one-shot for Father's Day finished. It may or may not involve a blue-clad skeleton and a particular set of twins.
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Got 800 words for that one-shot finished today, and I'm still not even halfway done with it.
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The following is an excerpt from the one-shot in question. (As usual, I am still in the process of writing it, so specific details, phrasings, and events are liable to change.)
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A short, round-skulled skeleton laid atop a fluffy mattress held by a simple wooden bed frame; eye sockets closed, jaws half-open, yellow sheets kicked to the floor, blue and yellow-starred pajamas wrinkled, and arms curled around the pillow nestled against his chest. All the while, soft snoozes escaped him as he slept. 
The monster looked like any other Sans to most people when in this vulnerable state. However, his few close friends (and brother) knew that this was how Dream, the Guardian of Positivity, appeared during slumber. Peaceful, undisturbed by the (needy) residents of the Multiverse.
On the nightstand adjacent to his resting place sat three items: a plain desk lamp, a touchscreen phone adorned with a yellow case, and a digital clock that read "5:30 a.m." Once the clock struck "5:35 a.m.", a loud jingle began to play while the nearby phone's screen lit up with a familiar set of red/green buttons and a phone number. Thus, causing the sleeping skeleton to stir unhappily from his sunshine-filled dreams. 
"Ugh." Dream groaned, eye sockets squeezing further shut and a frown tugging down the corners of his teeth. A hand slowly released its fluffy captive to thump around on the nightstand in search of ear-grating noise's cause. 
The appendage struck empty space several times before he finally cracked his eyes open and used his dull yellow eyelights to survey the surroundings. Shadows encompassed his bedroom, only the tiniest hint of sunlight filtered through the light blue curtains covering the left wall's two windows, which made it relatively easy to locate the blinding, bright light found at the ringtone's source. 
His phalanges captured the infernal device, promptly drawing it closer to his face. Eye sockets narrowing once its unholy luminescence shone directly in his eyelights. While reading (and rereading) the text, it took his sleep-addled mind an embarrassingly long time to connect the numbers displayed to a name.
Blue? Dream thought after glancing toward his clock, Why is he calling so early in the morning?
Then his mind graciously reminded him it was around noon in Underswap, prompting the irritated question, Who thought it was a good idea for alternate universes to have different time zones? It wouldn't have killed the Creators to leave them all the same.
Undertale © Toby Fox Dream © Joku Blue/Underswap Sans & Underswap © Popcornpr1nce & Undertale Community
I love how sometimes I think, “Oh, I’m going to write this short 500-word story today; it’ll be easy,” and then suddenly four days have passed, and I have a 2,000-word one-shot that’s not even half-finished.
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I love how sometimes I think, "Oh, I'm going to write this short 500-word story today; it'll be easy," and then suddenly four days have passed, and I have a 2,000-word one-shot that's not even half-finished.
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I just realized that if Nightmare is spreading terror via a school, then he needs an amusement park as well.
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Ink's perfect creation: Cats, but with spider legs instead of whiskers.
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I was planning on getting a one-shot done tonight, but then my writing started turning into rhyming. And it is kind of awkward to read what-is-supposed-to-be a tense scene when it sounds like it came out of a Dr. Seuss book.
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