A collection of inane nonsense (ranging from Error being reincarnated as Palette to Dust finding a new love for the color pink) circling around the many AUs and Multiverses of the Undertale world. Some stories will be connected; Others will be rando...
Summary: Dream questions his life choices. More specifically, his marriage.
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Soft chattering and murmurs accompanied by multiple sets of footsteps echoed from all around. Dream softly hummed while he turned a bread loaf about in his hands, inspecting it. Pleased with the integral and unmolded state of the item, he plopped it into the shopping cart to his left and prepared to move on.
However, an ear-grating voice shouted from behind before he got a single step toward the next aisle. "Jelly!"
The yellow-clad skeleton instantly found himself struggling to hold back a sigh; A hand snuck up to his face to pinch the bridge above his nasal cavity without his consent. Forcing the appendage down, he slowly turned and leveled his husband with an exhausted gaze. "Ink. No."
"Aw. Come on, Dream! We need jelly!" Ink whined, childishly. His paint-splattered arms lifted an unopened jar of strawberry jelly.
A smaller version of the guardian duo then popped out from behind the artist and copied his posture and tone. "Yeah, mom! Jelly!"
"Palette, you know better than to behave like this." Dream scolded. "And, Ink, quit teaching our son bad manners."
Neither skeleton truly acknowledged his words because they were too busy beginning to chant "jelly." Over and over again.
The Guardian of Positivity felt his right eye socket twitch with each successful utterance of the word. "We are not getting jelly, and my decision is final."
Cross and Nightmare were peacefully going about their weekly shopping trip in the grocery store: checking out the fifty percent off holiday chocolates, talking about what foods to get for Horror cook throughout the next seven days, and more or less enjoying each others company.
They continued doing that until the more menacing of the two felt a presence lurking behind and warm breath creeping down his neck. A desperate, quiet voice whispered in his nonexistent ear, "Fake my death. Take me with you."
The Guardian of Negativity spun away from the cheese section, stopping face-to-face with the crazed-looking monster he, unfortunately, called "brother."
"What the hell, Dream?!" Nightmare demanded, drawing the attention of his shopping companion, who had been glaring at a dairy brand's cow mascot.
People glanced toward them at the shout but quickly proceeded to return to their own business.
Dream also did not seem too off-put as he pushed himself further into the darker's space (till their nasal cavities almost touched), grabbing ahold of his ooze-coated hoodie, and said, "Fake. My. Death- and take me with you! Quick before they realize I'm gone."
Nightmare roughly pushed the other a few steps away, opening his jaws to decline when-
"Night..." Cross gently placed a hand on his shoulder. A soft, pleading expression laid within his eyelights, forcing him to concede.
"Oh, alright. But remember to take your shoes off when we get home. I don't want you tracking glitter all over my mansion."
