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: One does not carelessly use glitter around death gods.
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Palette hummed a short cheery tune as he walked home from school, albeit a tad slower than usual.
His left hand clutched the top strap of his overstuffed backpack. It was full of both art supplies (paints, brushes, crayons, markers, etc.) and thick textbooks- which were "perfect for starting a fire," as his father would as. The heaviness of them uncomfortably pulled down on his arm and caused his nonexistent muscles to ache and strain.
However, he didn't mind too much and merely continued on his merry way.
A couple of monsters on the street shot him concerned looks when he passed.
He had no idea why.
Everything was fine.
Nothing unusual.
...Excluding the weight settled on his back.
Said "weight" cooed, nuzzling his cheek with its own and fluttering its large bird-like wings.
Palette stumbled slightly due to the shift in balance but quickly recovered, glancing over his shoulder at two blown white eyelights and chiding, "Gothy, please don't do that. We could have fallen, and I don't want to accidentally squish you."
The short death god merely tightened his hold around his neck and waist in response. All the while, a soft bird-like chitter left his jaws.
Unsurprising considering he had stubbornly refused to release Palette at school due to the artist's current affliction: Glitter. The gold and silvery, sparkly kind.
I.e., the perfect bait for any type of corvid. Or creature that tended to be utterly enamored by "shinies."
Like the street crows circling overhead; The ones Palette was half convinced were conspiring against him, preparing to mob him on the sidewalk like the rabid geese-fox he had accidentally released from his father's "special" workspace (the basement) days ago.
One could only hope the mismatched creatures hadn't settled down to repopulate. On the off chance they did, the glitter-laden skeleton would handle it later.
After all, he had bigger problems at the moment.
Glitter problems.
And it certainly didn't help that the fine sparkly powder covered him from head to toe, shimmering in the afternoon sunlight.
His yellow/green, star-shaped eyelights glanced at the sky.
Two ravens (and a seagull?) seemed to have entered the crow flock. Thus, joining his growing following.
A grimace briefly overtook Palette's smile. Hopefully, I'll be able to make it home without attracting any more birds than that.
Keyword: "hopefully."
If not, the cheery artist had no idea what he would do.
Aside from getting revenge on the cause of his blight: The art students, some being a few of his classmates, who believed it would be a funny prank to set up multiple "glitter traps" throughout the school. The very thing that had forced Palette to push his boyfriend out of the way of an oncoming glitter bomb and take the horrid sparkly curse himself.
At least, he got cuddles out of the deal, though!
Happily enjoying Goth's warm embrace, the starry-eyed skeleton traversed the path home.
Eventually, an eyesore of a house with multiple tacky lawn decorations and rainbow picket-fence came into view.
His house.
Palette's feet hurried him down the driveway, across the mosaic-esque walkway, and to the front door.
Where he promptly realized he didn't have a key.
Given his extra weight, he couldn't exactly lean over and grab the emergency one hidden beneath the mat either. So he raised a hand and knocked on the door while depositing his bookbag right beside it.
His mother's voice chimed almost immediately from the other side, "I'll be there in just a minute!"
The door opened not even twenty-five seconds into that "minute."
It made him wonder if the other had been waiting there; the possibility alone certainly lined up with his theory that the yellow-loving skeleton enjoyed answering it in his free time.
Dream presented a welcoming smile, mood quickly shifting to concern when he realized who laid on the other side of the door. And their current state.
"Oh, my stars! Palette, you're covered in glitter!" He gasped, tentatively reaching a hand forward. "Are you alright?"
Before the hand could so much as penetrate his personal bubble, a sharp warning hiss echoed through the air, startling his mother into frantically pulling it back to his side.
The other warbled softly but otherwise, showed no remorse for his action.
Shaking his skull, he redirected his attention to Dream and offered an apologetic smile.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Though, as you can see-" Blunt teeth nipped at his cheek, a demand for attention (or some weird bird thing), and his hand promptly pushed them away. "Gothy, not in front of my mom!"
His mother raised a brow, saying nothing.
Thankfully.
The glittery skeleton then coughed nervously, a bright green hue coloring his face. "Anyway, as I was saying, things got a little out of hand at school, and Goth hasn't been entirely thrilled by the thought of leaving me alone. Or letting me go."
A considerate expression fell upon Dream's face. He hummed, eyelights examining the death god on his back. "Hmm. Well, this is quite a predicament."
The yellow-clad skeleton took a moment to think before nodding to himself. "I'll get some cleaning wipes and paper towels so you can clean off outside and see if I can find something shinier to distract Goth. Maybe he'll like the silverware as much as your father."
With that, Dream moved to walk back inside the house to retrieve the aforementioned items.
When his back fully faced Palette, he felt his feet lift from the ground, slowly growing an increasing distance away from it.
Palette blinked dumbly. "Uhh..."
Hearing his uncertain tone, his mother turned and glanced around until he wisely looked up.
"Palette?!" He frantically shouted, proceeding to point at the winged monster carrying him. "Young man, you stop flying away with my son this instant!"
Rather than heeding the words, Goth parted his jaws with a hiss and ascended further amongst the clouds.
Palette frowned.
"Sorry, mom! I guess we're going now?" He paused before adding, "If I don't make it back home again, please remember me!"
Dream stretched a hand toward the sky as if to grab him, crying, "Don't say things like that, sunshine! Everything will be fine- I'll call Geno; He'll know what to do!"
