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...
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A dopey grin laid across Palette's jaws while his yellow and green, star-shaped eyelights rested on the white-cloaked skeleton sitting in front of him- i.e., Goth, his boyfriend.
Stars, he loved calling the other that.
The artistic teen held his skull in his hands, elbows placed on the table (in a way his mother would no doubt scold him for), enjoying the calm atmosphere of the small, forest-themed café they had settled in for their study date.
Goth scribbled away on the homework sheet their Multiverse History teacher assigned them earlier in the week; His face set in a determination. The quiet scratches of his pencil against the paper hardly sounded above the light chatter from other patrons (humans and monsters, some of which belonged to different AUs).
Palette, on the other hand, had nothing since he already finished his and handed it in.
So no "unforeseen" paint splatters, dog attacks, thefts, or his bored father obtained a chance to ruin it.
He released a content sigh and relaxed in his seat.
This was perfect.
Just perfect.
For many reasons.
One, being the aforementioned completed homework.
Two, no monsters currently in the AU recognized him. Therefore there was no need to worry about his parents' creepy fans/stalkers.
At least, for now.
And three, not only did the starry-eyed skeleton not have to worry about his father abruptly popping in on them, but Goth's parents also left on a rather conveniently timed five-day trip.
Meaning the couple had some less-than-parent-approved plans for later.
Plans that might get him murdered by Geno if the deadly glitch were ever to find out.
However, that was something for his future self to worry about.
For several minutes, the pair sat in silence. All while Palette occasionally helped his boyfriend whenever he got stuck on a question.
Eventually, the artist reached for the half-filled, clear cup of the café's specialty tea at his side and took a sip.
That was when he noticed a flash of brown over Goth's shoulder before it disappeared behind a booth chair at the far end of the cafe, by the entrance.
Palette choked on the tea.
The lesser death god instantly looked up from his paper, expression quickly changing to a worried one as he asked in concern, "Pally, are you okay? What happened?"
"Nothing! Just my father's art supplies stalking me again." He nervously replied, quickly returning the drink to its spot and straightening his back.
