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imbonewary · 8 months

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Serif the Sans, character study

So, this is the first of my character profiles, which of course has to be my main character, Serif! He is my absolute favorite and I love him :3

Name: Serif Sans

Alias: Sans, Serif the Sans, Serif the Skeleton, Riff Raff, Guardian Angel

Universe: Crumbletale (original), Jumbletale (adopted home)

Soul/Magic Color: True Blue/Integrity, Yellow Judge's Star, Determined Red Soul Piece

Abilities:

~ Regular Magic - Bone Bullets, cyan bullets, blue soul gravity magic

~ Shortcuts - originally more like windows, only able to let in light, Guile (Crumbletale Gaster) was able to power up the ability to let through air vibrations (sound) and eventually matter. They look like portals and can be moved but only in tandem with the other portal.

~ Gaster Blasters - a magic construct used to concentrate magic energy into a blast rather than a bullet. Serif was taught the skill to see how long it would take while Cyprus (Crumbletale Papyrus) had the construct forcibly attached to him to compare the differences in capabilities.

~ Resets - Serif can remember resets almost perfectly due to Guile injecting him with DT. The DT injections coupled with the Human Soul Piece have put him in the running for reset control.

~ Expanded Inventory - While all magic users have access to a pocket dimension called an "inventory", it is usually limited in size in relation to their magic abilities: more magic means more space. Serif's inventory is near limitless but he is still limited by size/volume of the individual item in question.

~ The Judge's Star - Using an old and incomplete magic rite, Guile "consecrated" Serif to The Judge, visually represented by a yellow star attached between the lobes of his inverted-heart soul. This gives him access to several abilities that should be impossible:

~~ Judgement - While all magic users are capable of performing a *Check, which shows some of a target's stats, Serif is able to see a more detailed stat readout as well as a rundown of important past actions rather than a simple blurb about the target's current state.

~~ Laws of Encounters - Serif can manipulate the Laws of Encounters, which should be immutable, but only if he understands the Law and what he's doing to it.

~~ Karmic Retribution (KR) - A poison type magic, based on the amount of LV the target has.

~ Empathy - Serif's natural people-reading skills and Judgement abilities from the Judge's Star have been dialed up to the max and expanded into full blown empathy, allowing him to feel the emotions of those around him. He can't turn it off, but he can turn it down/tune it out.

~ Flight/Levitation - The Human Soul Piece gave him wings, which in turn granted him the ability to "fly" which is more of a levitation (not air displacement) based on his previous blue gravity magic. He can extend this levitation to anything he touches, people and objects, of which he gains full control. The magic snaps back to Serif if contact is broken.

Personality:

After absorbing the Human Soul Piece, Serif has a slightly different personality than the "Average Sans" he used to be in Crumbletale.

While most Sanses suffer from depression, Serif now has the determination energy to be anxious, which initially leaves him with mood swings but these eventually even out. He does still have to deal with spikes and dips in energy but he gets better at regulating it as time goes on.

Absorbing a soul piece with as much LV as the Anomaly had gained means that Serif himself has inherited some of that LV. Guile had messed with Serif's LV count in the Labs to understand how gaining LV increased one's stats and if the process could be replicated, so Serif's stats don't reflect his actual experience anyways. He still tends to respond with aggression more than he used to, which scares him.

Serif wants to be useful and has tied much of his self worth into his usefulness to others. However, he doesn't take complements well, leading to him doing a lot of work in the background, fulfilling his need to be useful and hiding behind "laziness" to avoid compliments. He will even go so far as to attribute his own accomplishments to others to avoid being seen in a positive light, as he feels he doesn't deserve it. Those close to him have developed a delicate balance of recognizing his use without going into praise, which has been easing Serif out of this stark mindset.

I'll probably add more to this later.

#undertale #jumbletale #crumbletale #character study #character profile #serif #serif sans #serif the sans #reference

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ao3feed-undertale1 · 9 months

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Forever or Never

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49388467 by ZsFuture60111 Ink fell in love with Sci a long time ago. That love extended to five of his future selves, but Ink could never tell a single one how he felt. Words: 922, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Ink Sans And His Multiverse Full Of Idiots Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Ink!Sans, Classic!Sans, Aftertale!Sans, Science!Sans, Horrortale!Sans, Dusttale!Sans, Killer!Sans - Character, Sans (Undertale), Sans Ensemble (Undertale), Mentioned Swap!Sans, Mentioned Dream!Sans, Mentioned Cross!Sans, Mentioned Underfell!Sans, Mentioned Reapertale!Sans, Mentioned Fluffytale!Sans, Mentioned Error!Sans Relationships: Ink/Sci, Ink/Classic, Ink/Sans, Ink/Geno, Ink/Horror, Ink/Dust, Ink/Killer, Ink/Murder Time Trio, Ink/Classic Sans Variations, Mentioned Past Ink/Ccino, Mentioned Past Cross/Ink, Mentioned Past Sci/Fell, Mentioned Past Geno/Reaper Additional Tags: Underfell Sans (Undertale), Underswap Sans (Undertale), Horrortale Sans (Undertale), Killer Sans (Undertale) - Freeform, Dusttale Sans (Undertale), Dreamtale Sans | Dream (Undertale), _____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale), Sciencetale Sans - Freeform, Aftertale Geno Sans (Undertale), Reapertale Sans (Undertale), Canon Sans | Classic Sans (Undertale), Poor _____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale), Soulless _____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale), Angst, Eventual Fluff, Polyamory, Pre-Relationship, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, First Love, murder time trio, Star Sanses (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Undertale Multiverse | UTMV (Undertale), ____tale Sans | Ink Needs a Hug (Undertale), Past Relationship(s), Past XTale Sans | Cross/_____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale), Past Ccino/Ink, rarepairs, lots of them - Freeform, Breifly Mentioned Sex, Past Scifell, Past Afterdeath - Freeform, overdose mention read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49388467

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

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musingartblog · 10 months

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just been a long day (snooze squad)

slice of life snooze squad stuff

Exhaustion was the only thing Eraz could feel in their bones,the house was dark,the only light being from the kitchen,yellow form bleeds into the darkness,one of the few things Eraz could make out was the worn but well loved couch and then promptly fell face first into the cushions,their legs extended and slump over the arm of the couch.

Eraz had spent the last hour or so trying to get Calcite to have a bath,love the little guy to death and beyond but sweet Asgore was he a handful at times,thankfully it wasn’t hard to put him to bed.The taller skeleton can pick up the sound of plates shifting in the kitchen and boots clicking against the tiles,Tic Toc was most likely drying the dishes for the night.

Crickets chirps sooth their chest,as chaotic and busy and stress Eraz can become being the ‘parent pal’ of the team,taking care of Calcite,making sure he doesn’t eat anything too dangerous,playing with him,feeding him,bathing him lest not forget treating Tic’s rusting,replacing old mechanical parts,blow dusting his systems,pulling him apart,putting him back together-----

Eraz wouldn’t trade it for the world.

They really truly love their team.

This made Eraz feel wanted,they were wanted,unlike the one person who tricked them into thinking that they were wanted.

Ink probably never takes care of his team mates,never make sure they’re okay or help put food on the table because Ink never cared never ever never.

Eraz buries their face into the couch,they knew they shouldn’t be thinking about that right now,too exhausted to deal with those hateful thoughts.They pick up on the footsteps of Tic and they slowly look up to see him holding a plate with a simple olive and cheese sandwich….drenched in ghost pepper hot sauce of course,they couldn’t help but give a tired smile.

“long day?” Tic toc asked in a joking tone.

Eraz could hear the squeaking in his joints,they need to oil him soon,”no it was actually short and quickly”

Tic smiles under the mask before handing over the plate,Eraz sat up slightly to hold it before Tic turned on the TV to let some Napstatton show to play and sitting next to them.

Eraz takes a bite of the sandwich with their second jaw,chunks of their food falling onto the plate,the smaller monster hands them a napkin with a chuckle.

They smirk,taking it,”what would I do without you?”

“a mess that’s for sure” He replies

A comfortable silence follows as Eraz spoke,”got anything from Swifi yet?”

“just some reports of those beast running around” Tic Toc explains,fiddling with the remote,”he wants it checked out first thing tomorrow”

“of course he does” They groan,taking another bite,speaking out of their first mouth,”chaos never sleeps”

“but we do” he nudges.

“pfft sleep? Never heard of that”

“Eraz..” he took a more serious tone which made Eraz shut up quickly,”you do so much for me and Calcite and can never be any more thankful than I already am but you do…so to speak burn the candle on both ends”

The taller skeleton couldn’t really deny that,there were days where they simply just functioned off instincts rather than coherent thoughts,still someone had to work hard to live comfortably,this team wasn’t like the Star Sanses where they were rich beyond needed or had fans that would throw everything at them.Their eyes glances to Tic toc’s more nervous body posture.

“i…wish I could help out more” He confessed,”you’re always doing everything to keep us comfortable and okay…and..and I want to help but…this body just breaks down and puts more work for you”

“hey don’t apologies for that ,I’m not the only one doing the work,I have you guys doing things too like the laundry or fixing the TV and yeah even thought me and Swifi don’t see eye to eye…most of the time he’s big help as well” Eraz explains with a soften look.

They lean back into the seat,holding up their sandwich,”besides,at the end of the day,having you guys acknowledge the work and being by my side is all I wanted”

That seemed to put Tic Toc to ease also leaning back into the seat,the quiet filled the air but it was peaceful as the sounds of the tv muttered.Eraz glanced down at their sandwich,sauce dripping out of the bread,a smile forms on their face.The Star Sanses may have fans and riches beyond imagination but they will never have a sandwich made of love like this.

#my ocs #Eraz #Tic Toc #fanfic #muse's art

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owlheartt · 3 years

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That last image is hands reaching for grilled cheese,, I know it’s bad.

First/previous/next

#art #my art #character art #digital art #mamma nightmare #nightmare sans #Dream sans #horror sans #cross sans #ink sans #killer sans #dust sans #error sans #bad sanses #star sanses extended #star sanses

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skelemira · 2 years

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Since Hyper asked for Bad Sanses hcs,,, 👉👈 Star Sanses hcs??? Also feel free to extend the trio to add Outer or anyone else!!

Ough

I gotchu boo <3333

Star Sanses Hcs incominggggggg

Blue is ever so slightly juuuuuuust a little bit plant obsessed. And by that I mean his house is a jungle and he made a community garden and handles a lot of the upkeep for it. He's actually really good at taking care of them, he has a very green thumb and he lovingly cares for all his plants. His favourites are the herbs, and he loves drying herbs and using them in recipes. He also studies medicinal plants and makes little remedies for his friends when they've got insomnia or anxiety or an upset stomach. I'm totally not projecting here bc I'm totally not fascinated by an herbs class I'm taking rn XDDD (I am kind of projecting with the green thumb though bc a lot of my plants are dying DX)

Dream loves to go swimming. He loves going to the beach, but lakes are also very nice, just anywhere that he can just sit on a floatie and just look at the sky and float along. Lazy rivers at water parks are his absolute favourite, and he does sometimes fall asleep on them. He can sometimes convince Blue to go along with him and they just chat and watch the clouds go by.

Ink (the real reason you requested the star Sanses huh Saph XDDDD I know what you're up to) is a bit of an adrenaline junkie. He does like to do activities like rollercoasters or sky diving, because if he forgets what he's doing, it doesn't put him in danger, because he's not in control of what he's doing. Plus, when he goes skydiving, he can surf through the clouds on Broomy. And that just looks hecka cool.

Now for some x reader hcs~

Blue isn't usually much one for cuddling but whenever you're doing anything and you have a hand free he can and will grab it every single time, interlacing your fingers and rubbing his thumb (phalange??? I don't think the thumb is a phalange but idek lol) on the back of your hand.

Dream is like. Super physically affectionate but he will almost never initiate. I'm talking like if you grab his hand and hold it for a minute the next thing you know you are in his lap and you are now a teddy bear. Your hair is being played with and you are being snuggled into oblivion. Also bc I am highkey projecting he will absolutely melt at the small touches. Like if you're hugging and you rub his back a bit or if you hold his face and like caress his cheek with your thumb you will have a pile of goo in front of you and depending on his emotional state he may very well burst into tears.

Ink calls you his muse. Unironically and all the time. Bc you literally are, look at what he doodles in the dirt while Dream explains the battle plan and you'll see your own face staring back at you. Even his abstract pieces have the curl of your eyelashes or the smoothness of your lips or the dimple in your cheek when you laugh.

Also because I was rereading some of my old oneshots I was reminded, @saphirathedragon, that this man is a complete and utter simp. Having trouble falling asleep? He will make you hot chocolate or talk with you until you fall asleep or just sit there and draw and keep you company to drive away the bad dreams. Feeling a bit hungry? No worries, he has a list of your favourite foods on his scarf! Having a bad day? He will just like. Beat somebody up if he has to, or just generally ruin their day, depending on the amount of anger and vengeance you're feeling, but he'll also just tell you jokes he's written down, and even though you've heard them all before, he tells them like they're new, so you laugh every time. This man is a SIMP and we love him for it <3.

And now bc I just remembered u mentioned him OUTER!!!!

Roller skating. First thing my brain shouted at me... For some reason XDD but part of me thinks he would love those little light shows they put on sometimes where they make the room kinda dark and shine spotlights around and play music kind of thing? Those just scream Outer to me lol especially bc you don't have to do a lot to roller skate, just kinda push off every once in a while and glide, maybe do tricks if he feels like it, but otherwise he can just sit back (and maybe cheat a bit with gravity magic shhhh) and admire the way the disco ball reminds him of stars.

Outer is a little gentleman. The type to pull out your chair for you (whether it's him or his gravity magic is a toss up lol) or give you his jacket when it's cold (the cold just goes right through him eyyyyyy) or hold your heavy backpack. Also I just hc that he is a great communicator, unlike SOME of the other Sanses idk what about him screams that to me but he is always just down to sit down and have a talk about your needs or how you're feeling. Maybe he needs a bit of prompting to talk about himself but if you just nudge him a bit he will open right up to you.

Alrighty boo thank you for requestingggggggg!!!! Other people are still open to request if they would like to! Man I'm all soft now XDDD these are just so cute,,,,

#ask #headcanons #undertale headcanons #sans headcanons #sans x reader #undertale #swap sans #underswap #inktale #ink sans #outertale #outer sans #fluff #platonic #romantic #both or either lol #self insert #<33333 #you ink simp (affectionate)

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carelesscreativity · 3 years

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AfterDeath Coffee Date for LateNightBarista: Commission for Ko-Fi

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(SFW, Fluff)

"A date?" Geno's voice was quiet, but managed to echo around the Save Screen all the same. He already had his stained fingers hooked into his scarf and his shoulders were scrunched as he kept his eye fixed on the floating god in front of him. Reaper nodded, giving a smile. Geno shuffled quietly before slowly averting his gaze and trying to play dumb. "Haven't we already been dating?" He mumbled. "And for a goddamn while too." He shivered as he felt Reaper's cold presence grow closer and blinked as he felt a hand cup his cheek, Reaper turning his head back to face him.

"You know that's not what I mean..." The god murmured quietly. Geno felt his cheeks flush weakly and he tipped his head slightly into Reaper's hand as the other ghosted a thumb over his cheekbone. "I want to take you somewhere that isn't here. I'm not supposed to pull you from your AU like this, but I'm willing to break that rule for something special. I know you haven't seen anything but darkness and the same games over and over for some time." He gently placed his scythe down before bringing his other hand up to cup the other cheek. "Don't you want to see something else for once?"

The answer should've been 'yes.' Geno was well aware the answer should've been 'yes' and he was well aware it should've been immediate. He would love to see something new. He wanted to say it, but his words caught in his throat. As much as he would like to, he hadn't left this place in so long. As much as he hated it, it had become his home. A cold, never ending darkness, but his home nonetheless. The internal struggle must've been clear because Reaper's gaze softened and he gently rubbed his thumbs in circles, the digits cool against his flushed cheekbones. Geno found himself unconsciously leaning into the god's hands. Stars, was he happy Reaper was as touch-starved as he was. The constant contact kept Geno much calmer than he would've liked to admit.

Reaper lit up a little and leaned down, gently pressing his teeth to the exposed part of Geno's forehead. The damaged skeleton's pixels flickered a little. "If you really don't want to, we can just stay here and talk like we usually do. Maybe you'll let me cuddle you again." Geno's cheeks flushed even brighter and he shot him a glare with no anger behind it. The glare melted away into uncertainty and his eye dropped to look at the floor. Reaper hummed quietly, waiting for Geno to collect his thoughts. Geno blinked and finally managed to look at him after another few minutes.

"I do want to... I just..." He was having trouble explaining and his pixels fizzled a little. Reaper watched him sympathetically and Geno could only weakly blush as he met the other's empty gaze. The god circled him quietly, drifting around. Geno felt himself missing his coolness as the other's hands left his face. His faint blush quickly ignited itself as he felt Reaper's arms wrap around him from behind and he was tugged back against the other in a hug. He was tense for a moment before carefully relaxing.

"We don't have to go anywhere, okay? We can just stay here." Reaper assured him, gently pressing his cold teeth to the side of Geno's head. The damaged skeleton shivered before quietly asking where it was that Reaper wanted to take him. "It's a little AU called Fluffytale. It's run by a Sans and it's where I get my coffee. It's a cat café." Reaper asked softly. Geno blinked and furrowed his brow, seeming confused. "It's just a regular café, but there are cats laying around. Does it sound nice?"

Geno thought about it for a moment. It did sound a little nice. He was still worried. "W-Will he ask me about... anything?" He knew Reaper could tell what he was referring to and he felt the god let him go, floating around to settle in front of him. He reached out and gently took Geno's hands, giving them a very soft, comforting squeeze. Reaper assured him that the Sans there wouldn't judge him based on his appearance, nor would he ask questions about it.

"His little café is a multidimensional hub. He sees many, many Sanses and no doubt he's seen some pretty bad ones." He let go of one of Geno's hands, stretching his own to cup the damaged skeleton's cheek again. "He should be closed today, but he did say he would make an exception if I showed up with you." Geno blinked and gave a weak scoff, saying Reaper never usually planned anything. Reaper gave a quiet chuckle, murmuring that he knew. "I know. But for your first time out of the Save Screen, I wanted something special. Didn't want to just throw you somewhere with a lot of people."

Geno paled a little at the mere thought before thanking him. After all of his time spent in isolation, there was no doubt in his mind that he would've reacted poorly. There was a gentle tap against his cheek to bring him back to reality. He focused as Reaper asked if he really wanted to go. "It's okay if you don't want to. If we don't show up, he'll understand completely." Geno immediately spoke, even surprising himself.

"N-No, I do want to go." Geno said quietly. His hands were dug into his scarf out of nervousness again. "As worried as I am to the idea of... change after so long, I can't say I'm not happy to be able to see something other than pitch blackness for once." He gave a weak scoff. "It would a nice change of scenery, I guess. You can see the sun there, right? The outside? The surface?" He paused for a moment, feeling like he was getting a little too eager about this. He scrunched up his shoulders and sighed quietly. "Sorry... got a little ahead of myself."

He didn't hear anything for a moment and looked up in confusion before feeling his cheeks flush. Reaper was staring at him with a such a warm, affectionate look that it sent comfort through his shriveled bones. Reaper smiled for real as he noticed Geno finally paying attention to him. "The answer to all of that is yes. You will see the outside. You will see the surface and..." He sighed, reaching out and gently rubbing Geno's cheek. "You will see the sun."

Geno's pixel completely sputtered for a moment and he unconsciously tipped his head into Reaper's hand. "If you want to be outside, I can ask Ccino if he'll give us an outside table? I can cover you with my wings if someone walks by." Geno shook his head, mumbling that he didn't want to make him go through all that trouble. Reaper began to say it wouldn't be a problem, but Geno was firm that he wanted to be inside the café.

"I... REALLY don't want a lot of people to see me." Geno said quietly. Reaper reached out and gently took his hands so they weren't digging so tight into his scarf. He murmured that he understood. Behing him, a portal was slowly whirling to life and for the first time in ages, Geno could see light. He could see light and buildings and trees. His eye widened and he moved past Reaper in awe, the god gently letting go of his hands. The edges of the portal were crackling, the Save Screen definitely trying to fight it. Reaper wouldn't let it. He watched as Geno paused. The god summoned his scythe back to his hand.

Reaper decided to guide him along, moving past him and settling his bare, bony feet onto the pavement of the sidewalk. He turned to Geno, stretching out a hand. Geno's blood-stained slippers were touching the very edge of the portal. "It'll let me through?" He said hesitantly. He'd tried to follow through Reaper's portals the first few times the god had shown up, only for some invisible barrier to send something he could only describe as a large electric shock through his bones and force him back. Reaper gave Geno a nod and a comforting smile.

Geno extended his hand first, jumping as he saw the thinnest barrier stretch around his hand as he reached out. The barrier broke with the faintest hint of a fizzle and Geno could suddenly FEEL. There was warmth on his hand. Warmth from the sun and he could hear birds. He could feel a faint breeze. He could hear cars. His eye widened and he quickly stepped out all the way, his slippers landing with the smallest puff on the hard ground. The portal whirled shut behind him and for a moment, Geno couldn't even really process what was happening. He was out.

There were so many noises and colors. It was all so much. It... It was all too much. He immediately pressed into Reaper, his eye wide. Reaper blinked and wrapped around an arm around him. "I know, I know. Let's get you to the café. It's right around the corner." He assured him. Geno clung to Reaper. Normally, he would've never done that unless he was desperate, but this was a lot and the black of Reaper's robes was at least familiar. They passed under a few trees and Reaper paused. "Hey, you can see the sun through the leaves." He murmured to him. It was enough to get Geno to pry his face from his shoulder and look up.

That was so much green. He could see the sun barely through them and he couldn't help but stare for a few moments. He could only ever see settings like this through the window in his Save Screen, and even then, it was only occasionally. He jumped as he felt something fluffy brush his leg and there was a loud mew. He looked down with a wide eye to see a tiny, fluffy cat with a blue bandanna. "Ah, one of Ccino's cats got outside again." Reaper said in amusement. Geno couldn't remember the last time he'd seen just a regular little cat.

He hesitantly reached down and picked it up, the cat letting out a tiny 'mrp!' as it was lifted. Geno was careful to hold it a bit away from him so no fur got into his chest wound. He followed Reaper around the corner, finding himself having to focus intently on the familiar black of Reaper's robe in order to keep walking. He didn't know if he would've ever been able to cope if Reaper wasn't there. Geno would've freaked out, for sure. They entered a door and the bell that jingled above it nearly gave Geno a soul attack, him looking up at it with wide eyes.

He shut the door so none of the cats he saw lounging around would make a run for it. He set the small bandanna cat down, watching it run off excitedly. He jumped as he suddenly felt Reaper's fingers slipping between his own. It clasped his hand and gave it a squeeze, the god soon pulling him off to a booth. Geno froze as he saw what was on the table. Sunlight seemed to illuminate a hearty breakfast. There were pancakes and waffles and ice cream. For a moment, Geno didn't know what to do. Hell, when was the last time he'd eaten? Reaper slipped into the booth, setting his scythe upright next to him.

Geno slowly sat down across from him before looking around nervously. "Where is... uh...?" He jumped, his body fizzling as two caramel eyelights disappeared from behind the window in the door to the kitchen. Geno was wide-eyed for a moment before looking down. He immediately scrunched his shoulders up and looked away. "Oh... I think I-"

"Your appearance is not what made him run away, Geno. I can promise you that." Reaper said firmly. Geno stared at him doubtfully for a moment before nodding, weakly gripping the front of his scarf. "That isn't why I brought you here." Geno was confused for a moment before jumping as Reaper reached out over the table and gently rubbed his cheek. Geno made a small noise, glancing over at the kitchen. No one was there and he relaxed a little, still trembling. His body slowly relented and he tipped his head into Reaper's hand.

Reaper pulled it away and asked Geno if he could go over to sit on his side of the booth. The damaged skeleton blinked before weakly mumbling that he didn't need his permission. Reaper laughed and came over, slipping down and sitting next to him. Geno's cheeks were tinted blue and red again. The god sighed and fixed him with that impossibly warm look again. "Geno." His voice was soft and he reached up, cupping Geno's cheek and gently running his thumb just underneath the pixel covering the melted in part of his skull.

Immediately, the blush brightened and Geno's pixel fizzled. He made a weak noise. "Reaper... not here... He'll be able to see." Reaper blinked before closing his eyes. Wisps of darkness grew from his back, forming into those shining black wings Geno liked so much. Reaper snorted softly as he heard all the cats scrabbling to the other side of the café. He would have to apologize to Ccino later. He stretched out a wing to cover the booth from view. He opened his eyes and asked if that was better in a quiet murmur. Geno gulped and gave a tiny nod.

He shivered as Reaper's thumb slipped up a little more until it was tracing right along the edges of his head wound. He gave a small noise, closing his eye and letting his pixels fizzle away. He didn't understand Reaper's fascination with seeing him like this. Reaper's hand pulled back and when it didn't return, Geno made a small noise of confusion and opened his eyes, only to freeze up. "What?" The word tore itself from his throat, meek and soft.

Reaper was holding a small box. He had it open to reveal the jet-black, simple metal band. The ring had red encrusted gemstones in it. "Geno." Reaper's voice was gentle and Geno's breath immediately caught in his throat. He shook his head and Reaper's gaze softened as he reached up with his other hand and rubbed his cheek to keep him calm. "Geno, surely you know how important you are to me. You're all I think about." Geno managed to weakly joke that that sounded creepy and Reaper blinked before giving a soft scoff. "I suppose... but that isn't what I'm focusing on here."

Geno's tears had already started spilling over his eyesocket and his face was hot all to hell. This was so much. The sensory overload from outside and this emotional tidal wave that had just crashed over him was all coming to a head. Reaper stared at him. "Geno, will you-”

"Yeah." Geno said shakily, knowing hearing the actual words from Reaper's mouth would make him want to die again out of embarrassment. "Yeah..." He covered his face and Reaper shut the box, setting it down before pulling Geno into a hug. "Yeah, I really would..." Geno whispered shakily into his robed shoulder. Reaper held him close. He could feel Geno's soul shard practically vibrating, next to his own rapid heartbeat. "Yeah..." His voice was devolving and becoming much more choked up the longer he spoke. Reaper rubbed the other's back and sighed as Geno finally broke down into actual tears, clinging to him.

Reaper exhaled, expelling the blue blush that had finally flushed his cheeks in a cloud of mist. He looked down at the other warmly. An undying soul married to Death. He supposed there was something rather poetic about that.

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multiversehc · 3 years

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Nightmare’s Gang Headcanon

In fights, the group works like a well-oiled machine. Nightmare choreographs their actions and positions them where they’re most likely to succeed, and provides backup himself if something goes awry. However, outside of fights, the group butts heads like snakes and mongooses.

Dust and Killer seem like they would get along well, considering their similar pasts of living through innumerable Genocide runs. However, Dust can’t even comprehend the idea of giving into the human child who tortured him, killed Papyrus, and emptied the underground just because they could. Killer, on the other hand, was disgusted that Dust could kill his friends and brother, under his own free will, for some sanctimonious delusion that it would be better for them to become EXP for him than the human who destroyed their lives over and over again.

Killer and Dust don’t care much for Horror. Despite the many human lives he’s taken, Horror’s LV isn’t on par with either of their’s, but he had enough to not be easy EXP, which discourages them from trying. (And Nightmare’s threats towards dusting each other might’ve had something to do with it as well.) They thought him soft, despite the Hell his world was currently going through, because his timeline was a Neutral one, but his bite was worse than his bark, and they were reminded of that whenever they push him too hard. Horror, in return, despises the two Genocidal skeletons. The idea of dusting another monster (besides Undyne) was unfathomable; the monsters of his world fought tooth and nail for survival beside one another. While he held bitter feelings towards Frisk, and a dark pit of regret sat heavy in his soul for not stopping them in the Judgement Hall and saving his world from a perilous future, he didn’t enjoy having to kill humans to survive. But he would do what it took to preserve what remained of his world, even work with psycho- and sociopaths in return for scraps to bring home to his people.

Cross is a difficult case. He isn’t a murderer like the so-called “Murder Trio,” and had a whole slew of issues on a different scale from them, due to experiencing OVERWRITES instead of RESETS, and, recently, remembering the past “lifetimes” that’d gotten overwritten. But he’s also been betrayed by Ink, who was supposed to be his friend and a good person, so while he doesn’t hold any ill-will towards Dream, he wants others to hurt just like he is. And because Nightmare doesn’t expect any of them to kill for him (not if they can help it, which Killer and Dust sometimes can’t), and Cross can meet his expectations of sowing chaos just fine, he’s an official member of the group. He avoids Dust, not so much out of dislike for the other skeleton - the few times they’ve interacted, the other proved to be more mellow towards him than he expected -, but because he likes to talk to himself sometimes, and that reminds Cross too much of having Chara in his head. He feels neutral towards Killer, and vice versa. They don’t interact much outside of fights, though Killer extends the offer to teach Cross about fighting with knives, seeing as somehow, even without Chara absorbed into his soul, he can somehow summon the knife-blade still. Cross and Horror get along best out of the group, often paired up in fights because neither of them have their other teammates’ high LV, and with Cross’ standard HP and Horror’s dismal DEF, they have to have each others’ backs, which leads to more camaraderie outside of fights than they have with the others.

Because Nightmare can’t trust his group to be alone together outside of fights, Dust and Horror are sent back to their timelines once they’ve recovered from any injuries they might’ve received stirring up negative emotions in universes or scrapping with Ink and his posse. Error, while not an official part of the group, uses the abandoned universe Nightmare claimed as his territory to get out of the Anti-Void when Outertale is being patrolled by the Star Sanses or their brainwashed “allies,” and in return, he snared the souls of Killer and Dust’s Charas and turns a blind eye to the existence of the anomalies that NIghtmare’s decided to collect.

#because why not #nightmare's gang #dusttale sans #horrortale sans #xtale cross #killer sans #nightmare sans #error sans #error lucida #headcanon #undertale headcanon

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cottoncandycloudsfluff · 3 years

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"Wiggle. Wiggle"

Worm!Killer wiggled on the fresh garden dirt.

The human had just extended their garden again, and left banana peels for them to snack on again.

"Wiggle. Wiggle"

Looks like Worm!Nightmare found him.

He joined for a bit, but left to get to the new banana peels first.

"Wiggle. Wiggle"

F*ck. The Star Sanses found them.

Those guys had always wanted to 'share' the food and the space to others, and its honestly annoying since the space isn't obviously enough for everyone.

"Wiggle. Wiggle"

Worm!Killer wiggled to Worm!Nightmare, to help defend their food and land.

#sh*t post #wiggle #wiggleverse #yes they are all worms.#worm!killer #worm!nightmare #undertaleau #undertale

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bruhhhlookiturhead · 3 years

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I started crying while I was listening to the Steven Universe theme because n0stALgiA-

So I’m making animatics for a bunch of the songs like Love Like You (which I’m making into a RottenCrops/HorrorFarm thing right now,) Drift Away (Errorberry thing that I’m crying over already,) Do it For Her (Dream teaching Blueberry how to fight/beating himself up about how he should’ve protected Nightmare the whole time,) the extended theme (Star Sanses and Core Frisk) and lastly, Other Friends (because I JUST HAVE TO- with Error and the Star Sanses.)

Yeah I totally don’t think Error is most definitely Spinel nope no nuh-uh-

I’m doing these all in my sketchbook hand-drawn because I can’t animate digitally due to my pen breaking-

#steven universe #steven universe animatic #star sanses #bad sanses #ink sans #error sans #oh no #core frisk #errorberry #horrorfarm #oh no again #i need this for e x p e r i e n c e #I BELIEVE

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owlheartt · 3 years

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Ok guys so you know this post I made like a month ago well I finally made round two (they were sketches on paper and my genius brain decided it wanted to make them look a little nicer and I only realized how bad of an idea that was when it was too late (so this could’ve been posted like a month ago))

Anyways this time you also get dad Dream! Also it’s Star Sanses Extended bc it’s the best (yes I do have a bias what are you gonna do about it)

1. Error was, of course, the first to make a mess.

2. 4 of them played together for a bit

3. Between the game bugging and a nightmare, Dust didn’t sleep well.

4. Dinner was taking too long and the poor kid cried

5. Blue had a nightmare too

6. *Dream has learned the following traits about Nightmare: mean

7. ✨ crappy family photo✨

Yea I like the last one the most lol

First/next

#art #my art #star sanses extended #star sanses #bad sanses #nightmare sans #Dream sans #error sans #cross sans #dust sans #killer sans #horror sans #undertale papyrus #blue sans #ink sans #mamma nightmare

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zirkkun-uthcs · 4 years

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Generic Headcanons (Sanses)

This list includes short bits of information on the various Sanses to be included on this blog. If you’re looking for a specific one, please use CTRL+F to search for the AU, due to the length of this list. Reminder as well that most of this information is entirely headcanon. If there’s canon information that I’ve messed up somewhere on this, please let me know so I can fix it and adjust accordingly!

Please note: When answering asks, I will first list the character being requested in the format of AU!Sans, but the nicknames here are listed because sometimes I drift off while writing and lean towards those names.

Undertale

Nickname/s: Comic, Tale Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / asexual

+ takes a lot of time to like someone at all, usually by default doesn’t trust people + isn’t a fan of physical contact, but if someone was to manage to get close to him, he’s incredibly cuddly + horrible with directions, will get lost really easily; uses shortcuts to make up for it

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Underswap (original concept by p0pcornpr1nce, who has left the fandom and deleted the content)

Nickname/s: Blue Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: non-binary Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / bisexual

+ is a pun connoisseur; will only accept the best puns, anything less is just unacceptable + is emotional, but tries to hide it because he feels the need to keep on a strong persona for the sake of everyone else + is secretly an incredibly talented writer and has a lot of written works in his room

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Underfell (original concept by Vic the Underfella)

Nickname/s: Red, Fell Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: panromantic / pansexual

+ is extremely self-conscious and hides this by acting like as much of a confident asshole as possible + crushes incredibly easy due to the lack of caring people he has in his life, but refuses to believe he’s lovable + secretly hates cats. doomfanger may or may not be the cause of this

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Underlust (original concept by nsfwshamecave, who has left the fandom.)

Nickname/s: Lust, Lusty Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: biromantic / bisexual

+ is secretly a hopeless romantic, but has yet to meet anyone interested in romance over sex, so he takes what he can get + flirts with anything that breathes; has a plethora of horrible pick-up lines + has been outside of his own AU and is well-versed in the multiverse

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Xtale (by jakei)

Nickname/s: Cross Date of Birth: Oct. 10th Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / bisexual

+ has difficulty trusting anyone anymore due to the betrayal he’s had in the past + he finds comfort in doodling or other art-related things, and can often be found locked away for hours doing so + will wear literally anything but his uniform when no one’s around, no matter how stupid it looks

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Ink (by myebi/comyet) (same headcanons apply to Underverse!Ink)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: April 15 Height: 3′9″ / 116 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: aromantic / asexual

+ his ink vials’ colors represent: green = comfort/safety, yellow = joy/energy, orange = encouragement/creativity, red = wrath/violence, pink = love/care, purple = lust/attraction, blue = sadness/concern, cyan = calm/relaxed + refuses to ever drink his pink or purple vials anymore due to the fact he doesn’t want to mislead people into thinking he cares about them + his tastes change based on what emotions he’s feeling/ink he’s drank

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Pale (by unu-nunu-art/unu-nunium)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: May 26th Height: 3′9″ / 116 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: aromantic / asexual

+ clings to people who help him literally only once, because he considers all nice gestures as “Oh, so we’re friends now?” + appreciates any and all physical contact and can get a bit nervous if he’s near someone but can’t hug them + when he absorbs an AU for emotions, he has even more emotions that Ink does, but it’s far more temporary

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Fresh!Ink (by myebi/comyet)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: ??? Height: 5′0″ / 152 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: aromantic / asexual

+ is a parasite like Fresh is, but isn’t the same exact one; they exist as separate beings + doesn’t ever really drink ink vials, hence why he’s replaced them with his spray cans entirely, which just contain normal pain + enjoys making large street-art style murals, but never keeps them, so he places them in hugely inconvenient parts of the multiverse just to annoy people

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Error (by loverofpiggies/CrayonQueen) (same headcanons apply to Underverse!Error)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: April 4th Height: 5′4″ / 163 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / demisexual

+ doesn’t trust anyone and would rather just dispose of someone before he gets the chance to even try and trust them + has tried to delete his own emotions on several occasions, but concludes he must lose his SOUL to do so, and is too scared he’ll die + lacks logic due to the fact that he’s a glitch in a program, meaning he can no longer create logical conclusions

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Template (by unu-nunu-art/unu-nunium)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: April 3rd Height: 4′5″ / 135 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / demisexual

+ constantly does a plethora of redeemable, good things within the multiverse to compensate for the fact he’s an “Error” + tries to be more comfortable with things like hugs in order to further distance himself from Error, despite also having haphephobia. + unlike Error, remembers his past as Geno a lot more vividly

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Ragnartale (by NaomyMikolMaria) (please note I’m a bit behind on this AU)

Nickname/s: Knight Date of Birth: ??? Height: 5′5″ / 165 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: heteroromantic / demisexual

+ doesn’t like using his magic anymore, but can’t exactly remember why it leaves a bad taste in his mouth + actively tries to void out his emotions for others’ sake, as he finds his own life far less valuable + part of him likes being a monster more than a human, because he thinks he looks horrible now and that more people will leave him alone

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Dusttale (by ask-dusttale)

Nickname/s: Dust, Dusty Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: lithromantic / asexual

+ absolutely despises all humans and it wouldn’t be surprising if he tried to kill any on sight + can often be seen talking aloud to “himself,” but he’s actually talking to “Papyrus” + has the same observant skills as Sans and is just as quick on his feet if not faster, however he’s also more rash in his decision-making due to his insanity.

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Fresh (by loverofpiggies/CrayonQueen)

Nickname/s: None Date of Birth: April 20th (pretends it’s April 1st) Height: 6′3″ / 191 cm Gender: genderfluid Pronouns: he/him or they/them Sexuality: aromantic / asexual

+ while he be default doesn’t have any emotions, if for some reason he starts to feel anything, he will reject it immediately, and become incredibly harsh + started dressing in 90′s clothes as a joke, now he enjoys them unironically and has genuinely started watching human 90′s shows + sends memes to Error just to piss him off; his favorite to send is Rick Rolls

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Outertale (by 2mi127)

Nickname/s: Outer Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / asexual

+ because he can see the stars all the time, he’s far more fascinated by the Earth’s sun and atmosphere compared to other Sanses + has had his jacket since he was a kid but just didn’t bother getting rid of it. that and he never outgrew it. sometimes people still think he’s a kid because of it + gets cold easily; his jacket is extremely thick and fuzzy to make up for this

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Altertale (by friisans)

Nickname/s: Guardian Date of Birth: ??? Height: 4′9″ / 145 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: biromantic / demisexual

+ despises his brother so much that he won’t even look in his general direction and will likely burn or destroy anything that reminds him of his brother + appears very calm and collected most of the time, but can easily turn around and be manipulative or angry when least expected + is horrible at keeping watch of the human children because he always teaches them how to exploit things and they use that against him

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Aftertale (by loverofpiggies/CrayonQueen)

Nickname/s: Geno Date of Birth: ??? Height: 5′0″ / 152 cm Gender: demiboy Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic / demisexual

+ is really bad at social interaction due to extended isolation and because of that may come off as blunt or rude + if anyone acts friendly around him, especially if they are a more physical kind of person, he will instantly not trust them + seeing spaghetti is a sure way to make him burst into tears, but he’ll pretend he’s not actually crying

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Swapfell (by poptatochisp and community)

Nickname/s: Mal Date of Birth: ??? Height: 5′3″ / 160 cm Gender: cisman Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: panromantic / demisexual

+ doesn’t do well with people who disagree with him. this will cause genuine unintended arguments over the smallest things + very formal in most situations possible, but assumes everyone else should be too + is bad at emotions, just, in general. understanding them, having them, everything

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#uthcs headcanon #undertale #undertale headcanon #uthcs pin #sans

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ukulelewrap · 4 years

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AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING FOR 'My Multiverse': PART 1

My Multiverse belongs to @hoodie-lover ! PLEASE GO CHECK EM OUT THEY ARE TOO UNDERRATED!

And please check out My Multiverse! It's too underrated!

Now, let's get on with it!

(MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING FOR THE ENDING OF MY MULTIVERSE!! PLEASE GO READ IT BEFORE READING THIS!)

(These events take place right before Error was about to dust Ink)

(ALSO THIS ENDING IS FROM MY UNDERSTANDING AND YEADCANNONS FOR THE STORY! IT MAY NOT BE EXACTLY ALINED WITH THE CANNON STORYLINE!)

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"WAIT!"

A deep feminine voice then spoke before was about to dust Ink.

"LISTEN, EVERYONE! I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING! INK IS A BAD PERSON AND HE SHOULD BE KILLED! BUT LET ME TELL YOU, THAT IS NOT THE REAL INK! THE REAL INK IS MUCH KINDER AND NICE! HE'S JUST BEEN FIGHTING A DEMON FOR SO LONG! AND HE'S LOSING!"

A girl with purple hair, a black halo, a dark purple skirt, two devil horns, one colored white and one colored black, and black shoes then stepped up towards Ink.

"We just need to give him.."

Her hand extended, Ink's old soul in her palm..

"The upper hand for once.."

Ink just looked at her, his fangs pointed. He hissed at her..

"What are you saying?.. The real Ink is dead.."

The demon grinned maliciously..

"He's not dead.. Just tired of fighting.. And decied to keep quiet.."

The demon only giggled.

"Idiot.. You can never bring him back.. Giving me a soul will only make me stronger.."

"Oh really?.. Let's test that theory then!"

She pushed the soul towards the demon, making him absorb it..

The demon paused, then the memories came flooding back.

Ink then looked out at the crowd of people he.. No.. The demon had hurt and toyed with just for kicks..

He buried his face in his scarf.. Sobbing violently..

"You can let him out now.. He's back.. By the way, I'm Luna.. One of the creators from the old multiverse.."

Luna said, getting up from her knees.

"What did you.. Do?.."

Dream asked.

"Well, Ink actually used to have a soul.. And I think when he ripped it, that demon.. Came.. I think it fused with Ink's boredom and need for attention.."

Luna responded, impatiently waiting for them to let out Ink.

"You guys can now meet the real Ink.. The kind, prebby, cheerful, creative yet chaotic one.."

Everyone in the crowd looked confused as ever.

Ink was finally let out, Luna ran to him for a hug.

"YOU'RE BACK!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"

She sobbed while holding the small skeleton.

"Aha.. I-I'm back.."

He responded, tearing up a little.

"Hey guys so what did you do wit- LUNA?!"

Maxie then came rushing over towards the both of them.

"W-WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?! WHY ARE YOU CUDDLING INK-"

Ink stopped her, only to show his soul..

"I-I'm back.. That.. Thing won't hurt anyone anymore.. N-Not while I'm here.."

Ink gave maxie a weak wink.

Maxie rushed in to hug the old Ink as well.

"What the fuck is going on?.."

Error then asked.

"I have no idea.."

Blue answered, still looking at the cuddling trio..

"HEY EVERYONE! INK'S BACK! THE REAL ONE!"

Luna yelled, and a whole group of creators came over.

She explained that Ink was back, the real one, and they all came in for a group hug.

After a few moments of silence Ink then asked..

"So.. W-What happened to you guys when the old multiverse?.."

"Well.. We stayed the same.. We tried helping you, and the demon because we still thought it was still you.. But that demon couldn't hear us.."

Beatrice then replied.

"After I ripped up my soul.. Something happened.. I was trapped inside my own head, a strange figure then approached me.. Offering me a deal...they said if I gave them the control of my body.. They would give me the old multiverse back, and happiness.. I obliviously accepted, not knowing the hell that demon would put everyone through..

I felt awful when he corrupted Night.. But.. I was also happy af the same time.. First reason was because, he became a father figure! Him and his children are so cute! I'm so happy for him! And, the second reason was because.. I met.. Him.."

Ink looked at Dream. Dream only blushed hardly and looked away. Nightmare smiled at Ink, he now knew this really was the old Ink..

"I fell in love with Dream as I watched.. He's sweet, kind, courageous.. And everything I could want.. I tried to regain control whenever I was around the star sanses.. Or Dream.. Dream and Blue are the greatest allies I could've asked for.. Even though I wasn't in control, Blue and Dream are such great people.. I care about them a lot.. So when I saw Blue getting tortured.. I sobbed so hard.. And.. Dream.. I couldn't even watch when hes was getting tortured and.. you know what.. I just gave up entirely.. On watching.. And trying to help.."

Ink sobbed a little.

"I got little glimpses though.. That's how I knew they hurt almost the entire multiverse, and basically everyone in the crowd.."

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Cliff hanger! I need more writing motivation qwq

Okay so lemme explain,,

I see the original Ink and soulless Ink as two different people,, and soulless ink was only able to 'kill' ink after he became soulless

And as i said before, this may not line up with the cannon storyline because these are my personal understandings and headcanons!

And also I made a little theme for the old Ink!

I call it 'lost soul'

(I JUST PUT MY SONA AS THE PIC IN THE VID CUZ I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ELSE TO PUT LMAOO)

Hope you enjoyed!

Hhhh ik my writing sucks

#ink!tale #ink!sans #inktale #ink #tw possession #tw rape #hhhhhhhhhh #fanfic

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undertale-rho · 3 years

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Multiverse Saga: Taken!Altertale - Chapter 7

Rhosaith materialized within AlT-113 next to a bed of golden flowers; a pillar of light extended from a hole above down to the bed.

"You came." a voice sounded from nearby.

Turning to face the source, Rho saw 4 standing nearby, next to an alcove.

"Of course I did. I came to help with the reclamation of AlT-113." she said.

"And what about the others?"

Rhosaith shrugged.

4 looked to the alcove. "Works for me. Just be sure to stay out of my way."

4 moved to enter the alcove when a tear of light appeared near the bed of golden flowers; out from which emerged the Star Sanses and the Bad Time Trio. They were chatting among themselves but quieted down when they saw Rhosaith and 4 standing within the space already.

"Mweh heh heh!!!" Blueberry exclaimed. "We meet again, Rhosaith!" he then turned to 4. "And you, brooding Sans. Nice to meet you!!"

4 turned back around and entered through the alcove.

"Well that was rude." Blueberry pouted. "Didn't even say hi back."

"Don't let it get you down, Blue." the yellow-cloaked Sans said.

Blueberry looked back at the yellow-cloaked Sans.

"Yeah, I know, Dream." he said. "Not everybody is positive. Some people are negative. We should do our best not to be negative."

Dream!Sans smiled. "Anyway, we shouldn't leave him alone out here, with that Destroyer loose."

The Star Sanses, followed by the Bad Time Trio, walked through the alcove and down the tunnel beyond.

"You coming?" Chara called back to Rhosaith.

Rho looked up at him, nodded, and ran his way.

"So what's your story?" Chara asked Rhosaith when she caught up.

"My story?" Rhosaith asked.

"Yeah. I don't think I have ever seen you around before. What universe are you from?"

"My... universe?" Rhosaith thought about that for a second. She didn't know their designation system, and she didn't know what designation her universe held.

"According to Alliance archives," Hamlet spoke into Rhosaith's ear, "your universal designation is UnTR-13PO."

"I think it's... UnTR-13PO. Yeah."

Everybody stopped moving and turned to face Rhosaith, their faces dark with apprehension.

"What did you just say?" Sans asked, the white lights inside his eye sockets now point-like.

"What?" Rhosaith asked, unsure what to make of the situation.

"Did you just say you're from a restricted universe?" he asked, this time a bit more specific.

Rhosaith remained silent, unsure how to answer.

"Yeah, she did." Ink!Sans said. "Universe 13, no less."

"Whoa, you're from universe 13?" Blueberry then asked. "That's so cool! What's it like there? How'd you escape without alerting the Alliance?"

"Not the time for questions, Blue." Dream!Sans said, stepping out in front of him defensively.

"What's wrong with universe 13?" Rhosaith asked.

"It's a restricted universe." Ink answered. "Meaning that something, or somethings, within hold a realistic threat to the Alliance."

Rhosaith was struck dumb for a few seconds. A realistic threat?

"What the hell is in universe 13 that could possibly hold a 'realistic threat' to a K4 civilization?" Rhosaith demanded.

"Nobody knows." Papyrus said, pulling a box of cigarettes out of his hoodie pocket. "Mind if I smoke?" he then asked.

Rhosaith waved her hand. In response, Papyrus opened the box and pulled one out with his teeth, replacing the box to his pocket as he used fire magic to light the end. After a second, he pulled the cigarette out and held the end of it next to his neck.

"Universe 13 was among the first universes discovered by the Alliance." Papyrus continued. "The only thing that's known about it is that the eggheads back on the Nexus believe it to be the oldest universe in the multiverse. Other than that, only the King knows what lurks within. Well, the King, and you."

Rhosaith shook her head.

"I have no idea what the Alliance could possibly be afraid of." Rhosaith went silent for a few seconds. "Well, except maybe LOV."

"What's LOV?" Papyrus asked.

"It's a parasite that feeds off the SOUL of living creatures. Lives to murder."

"Oh, that." Papyrus said, unconcerned. "No, SOUL-crustâ€”as the Alliance calls itâ€”is prevalent throughout the multiverse."

"Then I don't know why the Alliance restricted my universe; what could possibly have spooked them that badly.

"Anyway," Rhosaith concluded, "we should keep moving. 4 is probably already far ahead."

Slowly, they all agreed and pressed forward, but all of them keeping a hidden eye on Rhosaith.

"Thanks a lot, Hamlet." Rhosaith said.

"It is of no fault of mine, Madam Rho." Hamlet replied.

"You knew they'd react that way. Why didn't you warn me?"

"There's nothing to worry about, Madam. Everything will work out fine."

Sighing, Rho continued along with the rest.

Entering the greater part of the Royal Watchtower, the mercenaries quickly ran across streaks of blood traced along in some areas. Upon entering a long hallway, a sudden shiver of the ground caused them all to stop progress.

"Whoa, did you feel that?" Chara asked the others.

"I felt something just now." Sans responded, turning a covert eye to Rhosaith.

An earthquake, just as sudden as the rumble the mercenaries felt, then appeared; seeming to shake the very foundations of the world itself. After a few seconds, everything stopped just as suddenly as it began.

"Did we get it?" a brooklyn-accented voice called out from nearby.

"I think so." a more feminine brooklyn-accented voice replied. "Lemme check."

"What's going on?" Blueberry asked. "Where are those voices?"

Rhosaith pointed to a massive fissure in one of the purple brick walls. "I think it's coming from there." she said.

"What theâ€” was that always there?" Papyrus asked.

A red hook appeared from the fissure, grasping the outer rim of it. A few seconds later, one of the skeletons who was at the briefing appeared from the hole. Catching sight of the mercenaries standing nearby, she turned back towards the darkness of the fissure.

"Yeah, we got it." she called in, unhooking the red hook from the rim and dangling it down for her partner.

A few seconds later, S.Tâ€”the naked skeleton who attended the briefingâ€”climbed from the fissure as well.

"Ay, well ain't this a surprise." S.T said upon climbing free of the hole.

The other skeleton then hopped down as well, the red item she held vanishing completely as she did so.

"Did you cause that quake?" Rhosaith asked.

S.T looked back at the fissure. "Eh, probably. There wasn't a Tunnel entrance to this universe."

"Tunnel entrance?"

S.T pointed back at the fissure. "Yeah, way to get to other universes."

"Why not just use an Anti-Void?" Ink!Sans asked.

S.T gave Ink an annoyed look.

"Does it look like I can access the Expanse?" he asked.

"I mean, you can't really tell just by looking."

"The answer's no, I can't. Nobody in my Crew can. So lay off."

Ink put his hands up defensively. "Relax, I was just asking."

"So who's this with you?" Rhosaith asked, trying to distract the two from conflicting further.

S.T looked bemused at Rhosaith, then answered, "Oh, this is Swap."

"Hello." Swap said, waving to the rest.

The mercenaries greeted Swap.

"We should hurry forward." Rhosaith said. "4 is up ahead, and he didn't seem too interested in wanting help."

"What!?" Dream exclaimed. "4 is planning to fight that Destroyer alone?"

"That's what it looked like to me."

Immediately, all the mercenaries in the hall began running through the rest of the tower. In what seemed like no time at all, they finally found 4 heading down the hall below the home at the end of the tower.

"4!" Dream called out when they saw him.

4 turned to face who had said his name, finding everyone else who had been at the briefing.

"So you finally arrive. Took you long enough." 4 said, continuing on his path unconcerned.

"4, wait!" Dream called again. "We need to think out our plan of attack. We don't even know who we're dealing with, so we need to be extra careful."

"You be careful." 4 said. "'the Destroyer' is in Snowdin Town, and he probably already knows we're here."

"What!?!" Ink said. "How do you know this, do you... have you encountered this Destroyer before?"

4 stopped walking.

"Yes." he said after a minute. "And I'm here to kill him, once and for all." he began walking again.

Unsure what else to do, the rest followed after.

"So, 4," Rhosaith said a few minutes after they'd walked through the Citadel door to the Snowdin Province, "seeing as you've encountered this... Destroyer, before, what can you tell us?"

4 looked over at Rho.

"You're a new rifter, aren't you." he said.

"I, uh, don't really understand what 'rifter' means."

"A rifter is somebody who travels between universes using the Anti-Void Expanse as a go-between. It is by far the most common means of travel in the multiverse. You saying you don't know the term confirms it."

"So basically, I'm new."

4 nodded.

"So, are you gonna—"

"Mercenaries don't commonly share information about Destroyers." 4 said bluntly. "Clears competition in that way. If others don't know what they're up against, they could get themselves killed, or they could run. Either way, you get a bigger cut."

"That's insane!" Rhosaith protested.

"Information is power. If you think it's so insane, the Star Sanses is the group best suited for you. They share information like it's nobody's business. For example, everything they've ever discovered about another Destroyer—Error!Sans—has been shared in every detail with the Alliance." 4 spat dismissively at that last statement.

"So information about the enemy should never be shared, simply to sabotage the abilities of the others with you?"

"Sounds like you got it, rook."

As they finished their conversation, the mercenaries were approaching the outer-most sections of the town.

Reaching the inn not too far in, a raspy voice echoed across the empty buildings.

"THAT'S CLOSE ENOUGH!" it shouted.

Everybody stopped where they stood.

"I see you brought friends along this time, Error!404." the voice then said.

"And I can see you're still hiding like a coward, Infected." 4 responded.

A hysterical laughter then echoed across the village as a single Sans dragging a somewhat smaller goat-Monster appeared out from behind the furthest house in the village.

"Here I am!" Infected declared.

A blue aura appeared around 404, a great feeling of power seeming to build around him.

"Ah ah ah," Infected warned, "look what I got!"

Infected dragged the goat-Monster—which Rhosaith confirmed to be a naked Toriel—up in front of him and presented her like a meat shield.

"You wouldn't want to hurt sweet little miss Toriel here, now would you?" Infected asked, drawing his axe and pressing it against Toriel's throat.

Toriel didn't seem responsive.

"You know I only care about tearing you to pieces!" 404 said.

"Yes, but what about your new friends?" Infected asked.

404's eyes widened, and he glanced behind him at the other mercenaries. S.T's Crew was an unknown variable, but 404 knew that the Star Sanses and the Bad Time Trio wouldn't stand for innocents being hurt.

"You wouldn't want them to tear you apart before you can do it to me, now would you."

404's aura dimmed.

"That's it. Now back away slowly."

404 backed up a few paces.

Suddenly, Rhosaith drew both a blade from the skirt on her long-coat along with the handle, clicking the blade into place at the end, then pointed it at Infected and fired, launching the blade at high speeds, straight into Infected's right eye.

"Sans!" Rhosaith then shouted. "Use gravity magic and pull Toriel to us."

Immediately, Sans raised his arm and pulled the Toriel from Infected's distracted grasps, pulling her to them in no time.

"Is she alright?" Rhosaith asked as soon as Toriel slid to the ground in front of Sans.

Sans held a hand over her chest, a faint green glow emanating from his palm.

"She's alive." he said after a few seconds.

A hysterical laughter once again broke through the air. Looking back at Infected, he had grasped the blade that was sticking from his socket and was slowly pulling it free, laughing as he did so.

"That was a nice shot!" he said, pulling the blade free. "Weren't you worried you might hit dear sweet Toriel?"

"Not at all." Rhosaith said bluntly.

Infected's smile wavered slightly.

"Not at all?" he parroted. "What are you, some kind of psychopath?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I was so certain in my aim that I wasn't concerned for Toriel."

Infected's smile grew again. "Oh I can't wait to tear into you." he said, licking his teeth.

"Blue, Dream, Rhosaith," Ink said, stepping forward with his massive paintbrush. "you three protect Toriel and see if you can revive her. The rest of you, with me. We're gonna take this... thing down!"

Rhosaith glanced over at Ink, annoyed that she'd been told to stay back, but when she saw that the other mercenaries were doing as they'd been told by him, she relented and fell back to where Toriel lay.

"How is she?" Rhosaith asked again when she reached her body, which was already being tended to by Blue and Dream.

"She'll be fine... I hope..." Dream said, carefully administering life magic to her SOUL as Blue tended to her physical injuries.

"What can I do to help?"

"Honestly? Just... stay back."

"What?"

Dream looked up from Toriel and looked Rhosaith directly in the visor.

"Stay here and out of the way." he said.

"Why!?" Rhosaith demanded to know as Dream went back to healing.

"Because... the others, they don't... trust you. Please understand, you're new, so you already have that working against you. Now normally, that wouldn't be so bad, but you're also from a restricted universe. Seeing as the King isn't hunting you down, that must mean you bypassed the Alliance's sensors."

"So you all see me as a threat."

Dream slowed a bit. "Yes... nobody knows how to bypass the sensors—not even the King—so you being able to do it... well, it's frightening. What if something else from your universe finds a way to leave without alerting the sensors? It could mean the end of the Alliance and multiverse peace as we know it."

Rhosaith looked over at the mercenaries, who were fighting tooth-and-nail against Infected.

They call this peace?

"There's that," Dream continued, "and the fact that you just... fired at Infected without a moment's hesitation. What if you hit Toriel?"

"I wasn't going to." Rhosaith said.

"How do you know that?"

"Because I peered through time and saw that, if I did things correctly, there would be no possible way I would hit her."

"You... peered through time?" Dream asked, freezing up. "Are you trying to get a Keeper to delete you?"

Rhosaith looked back at the battle. "I... don't think I'll have to worry about that..."

"Everybody who screws with time thinks that! The Keepers don't like it when people screw with time, no matter who it is!"

Rhosaith looked back at Dream to respond but was interrupted by Hamlet.

"Rhosaith is a Time Specter of a 'Keeper' League. She is permitted—within reason—to 'screw with time', as you say."

Dream and Blue both looked dumb-struck.

"You... work with the Keepers?" Blue asked.

Rhosaith silently looked away, back towards the battle. Blue and Dream didn't press.

The battle, all things considered, was going relatively well. Ink had cut off any avenues of escape, while S.T and Swap herded Infected around Snowdin. The Bad Time Trio, along with Error!404, were the major hard-hitters, with Sans and Papyrus keeping Infected from doing anything that would put him at an advantage, and Chara and Error!404 making sure to keep him immobile and pound him with horrid attacks; Chara with his vines, and 404 with his cables.

About five minutes after the battle began, S.T, who had been holding a supporting role for the majority of the battle, finally managed to sever the skull from the rest of Infected's body as he had been immobilized by an endless growth of vines. The last sound heard from the beast was laughter as his body disintegrated into pale blue specks that flew up into the sky.

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Uh suggestion for a possible continuation of the story where the bad sanses caught Dream and brought him to nightmare- where they meet him again, and he is, like the complete opposite of what they expected him to be like, like they found them, and this tiny looking glorified swap sans doesn’t seem to be scared of nightmare- or if he is he has a fuck ton of bravery because he is actually telling off nightmare

Fandom: UTMV

Characters and pairing: Dust, Killer, Horror, Dream, Nightmare, past dreammare

Warnings: cursing, attempted manipulation, violence

Word count: 1,774

Tagslist: @anxiety-is-married-to-depression @angelofthehalfmoon @trainwreck-of-skeletons @hisame-amadashi @therandomskelekey

"What are your questions regarding Dream?" Nightmare asked the three of them, observing them with a neutral expression on his face, his hands tucked behind his back, his tendrils waving a little.

"Well... How do you know him, boss? He seems so... Brightly colored? And from what we can tell, he's Ink's newest companion?" Hatchet responded, taking point on asking questions, as Dust and Killer had a tendency of putting thier feet in their mouths when trying to ask personal questions - which could result in boss trying to stab the fuck out of them if they didn't handle this well.

Nightmare sighs "Dream is the guardian of positivity. I am the king of negativity, and the two of us are natural opposites. We were created in the same timeline. He and I knew one another for a time, but after certain events, I left him in a stasis spell after gaining a significant amount of power. I was able to figure out how to leave our original timeline and began to expand my sphere of influence after destroying what was left of the rest of our timeline - those pathetic mortal fools did not deserve a shred of Mercy. Recently he escaped the stasis spell and I have been trying to recapture him, so that he doesn't cause more trouble than he already has since he has come back."

"Ah... Are you-" Dust began to ask, a couple of bones appearing around him, clearly about to ask whether or not they were going to kill the positive little shit, or if Boss wanted to try to turn him to their side first, when they heard something clang loudly. All four of them turned and noted that the doors to the throne room had been blown off their hinges and had fallen with a titanic thud to the floor.

There in the doorway stood Dream, a longbow in hand. Dream charges towards the four of them, though his focus is on Nightmare alone. He moves with a surprising amount of speed as his bow turns into a short staff and he lands a good, solid hit on Nightmare "You asshole! You couldn't have tried to fight me, you had to have someone grab me while I was sleeping for the first time in half a millennium, didn't you? Then again it doesn't surprise me. What, afraid that I would have fought you? I didn't take kindly to the shackles, or the idiotic shades arguing about who I might be, which is what I woke up to."

"Dream, I-" Nightmare began, rubbing his cheek, sending a couple of tentacles after the two of them, clearly trying to grab the other.

Dream was startlingly fast, dodging Boss's tentacles with an ease that belied his tiny, cute looking exterior "Don't you even start! You trapped me in fucking stone for five hundred years! Do you have any idea what it's like to be frozen, but able to observe the world around you? I heard every agonized scream. Every plea for mercy. I heard your crazed laughter and the sound of their organs as you ripped them apart! And don't say that they were all guilty. you hunted down every last living being, from the smallest ant to the largest creature you could find, sentient or not! Then you leave our timeline a miserable, desolated wreck. Did you ever once think to check back on me? To at least see if I was conscious in my prison? Or did you not care?"

"I... I thought that you were asleep. I couldn't sense you." Nightmare responded, a small frown appearing on his face "Since when do you swear? And what the hell are you doing with that soulless bastard and the glitched swap?"

"They were the first living beings I found after I managed to escape the desolate waste that you made of our home, Nightmare." Dream's eye lights shine brightly, and there is a shade of madness in them "I spent... So long... So alone... With my thoughts... There is more I could have done to help you... Before you turned into this goopy plop fountain. I break out, desperate to try to find you and figure out what the hell happened... I ran into Blueberror first, he was trapped in a white void with determined human souls hanging over him in the area above. He had no idea who you were, but I... I know what it's like to be so achingly alone and wasn't going to abandon him in such a place, so I asked him to come with me. He agreed. We stumbled from timeline to timeline, trying to get him to his home, trying to find you. That's how we found out that you elected yourself supreme ruler of the edgelords. We found Ink battling Blue's jailor and decided to help. Ink was able to send us to Blue's timeline, but it was a desolate mess and we met-" Dream abruptly stopped talking, looking away from Nightmare.

Nightmare paused for a moment, his eye lights brightening "You met Core!Frisk, didn't you? You know how to get into the Omega timeline. Dream... My darling starlight... I have missed you dearly. It wasn't that I abandoned you, I simply... I simply couldn't face that desolate wasteland, with the memories that haunted me there. Of what the villagers did to me, and the sweet memories with you tinged with bitterness as I missed you..." The lord of negativity purred, voice low and sweet as he approached Dream. If Dream had contact with Core Frisk, it was likely that they had allowed Dream into the Omega timeline... And if Dream could allow him access to the Omega timeline - where no mercy timeline survivors, and survivors of destroyed timelines through other means would be... It could be fertile hunting grounds for him. For both a feast of negativity, and people to recruit and use for his own purposes. He just had to win Dream over.

Dream growled, taking a couple of steps backwards, whacking the tentacle that he had outstretched to try to touch him with his staff "Don't you dare try to touch me! You lost the right to call me starlight the moment you attacked me. I was trying to help and you-"

"Who were you trying to help, Dream? The villagers, who had come with fire and pitchforks to kill us, because I was desperate and miserable and broken from their decades of abuse that you didn't notice what they were doing to me - too busy with their petty concerns and their sweet flattery." Nightmare countered, moving purposely closer to Dream, dodging the attack "Sunbeam, I have missed you dearly... and I can sense your loneliness and desire to be close again. I do as well. Come, join me, my mate."

The three of them had gone from stunned that this short, glorified swap sans would dare attack Nightmare to stunned. They hadn't begun to suspect that Dream, though apparently Nightmare's opposite in power set, was both either very brave or stupid or both... But that the two of them were mates. This didn't seem to be going very well - although for who, none of the three of them could tell. They were slowly backing off, wanting to let the two immortals deal with their... Marital spat without getting involved.

"Don't you even dare - I tried to get them to fucking stop tormenting you. I didn't know that they hurt you... Not for certain. If I refused them, they would target you worse, the moment I wasn't with you. Do you have any idea how much pressure they put on me to be the perfect fucking image of positivity that they wanted to see of me? I couldn't show any negative feelings or they would hurt you worse, assuming that it was your fault. If I wasn't with them from sun up to sunset they would whine and beg and come to us at night, pleading for me to help them with something that had come up. Eventually I gave up refusing them anything, knowing that it was pointless." Dream hisses, swiping at Nightmare again "Don't you dare try to fucking manipulate me, you... You're not the Nightmare I once knew... He never would have killed and tormented thousands... I've seen some of the timelines you rule over... They are... So miserable... Which of course, gives you even more power..." He shuddered a little, tears streaming down his face, shaking a little.

"I... Perhaps have been harsher on them than I otherwise might have been... But with you at my side, you can point out when I have gone too far. Show me how to rule with more kindness and civility." Nightmare murmurs "Starburst... Can you not sense how much I have missed you?"

Dream swallows a little and shifts a bit, a touch of a golden blush tinting his cheeks "I... I can sense that you certainly miss something about me... But you're far more likely trying to sweet talk me into siding with you, so that I don't become a thorn in your side - or talk Ink into actually doing something about the people within the timelines, rather than making sure that the AUs themselves are functional. And stop it with the petnames! The moment you attacked me at the base of The Tree you lost all rights to call me by those names. You're no longer the being I loved, and you... You haven't been for a long time, no matter how much your magic feels like him, and you sound like him..." With that, Dream blew a hole in the castle wall that extended through the hallways until they could see faded day light. Dream ran through the holes he had made with surprising speed, and Nightmare pursued - the three of them chasing after. Dream leapt from the battlements into a portal, their boss unsuccessfully trying to catch him with his tentacles and magic, falling stars only knew where.

Nightmare stared at the spot that Dream had vanished through for a distressingly long period of time. "... I want you to find him and bring him back to me. He will be a huge threat to all we have built, and I will be able to convince him to join me sooner or later. I could sense the emotional conflict within him. And get someone competent to fix the holes he made in the walls, and assign more guards to this area."

"Yes boss!" the three of them responded, saluting the other as Nightmare stalked deeper into the castle, clearly in a very bad mood.

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