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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Nightmare grunted as a powerful smack from Ink's paintbrush sent him flying backward into a tree. His spine gave an annoying, dull throb and nothing more since the thick tendrils on his back absorbed most of the impact.
He pushed himself off the snowy pine's trunk. His single cyan eyelight tracked his hyper opponent, foolishly attempting to keep track of his own followers as well.
Unlike usual, they were off facing Blue and Dream- and not faring too much better than the dark lord himself.
Ink suddenly grinned, his eyelights shifting to a bright yellow sun and a green exclamation point.
Anyone on the battlefield could recognize that look and fear what it meant: He had an idea.
Something that had a long, long history of being bad.
"I've always wanted to do this!" The Guardian of AUs chimed, reaching into the very front of his pants.
"Eugh!" Nightmare grimaced and put some distance between them, warily watching while his tendrils poised to attack/defend. "Whatever it is, I am certain it can wait for an appropriate time and consent."
It didn't take long for the artist to yank his hand back out, revealing a small glass flask.
"Pfft! Error said something similar when I pulled a chocolate bar out of my pants a while ago, except with more swearing! Oh, and threatening to desecrate my grave." Before finishing the sentence, he abruptly chucked the glass directly at the Guardian of Negativity.
Unprepared to dodge the projectile, his tendrils shot forward to block it. It shattered on impact, covering him in a glittering (thankfully, not questionably colored) blue liquid.
A collective gasp sounded throughout the forest.
Everyone had halted fighting; Their eyelights fixed on him.
The substance on his gooey tendrils/bones started to shimmer more, a bright glow beginning to rise from it.
Nightmare's brows furrowed. Inquisitive, he pulled a blue splattered appendage to his face.
"Wha-" The negativity-laden skeleton couldn't finish speaking before he magically vanished.
Thus, leaving behind a pile of clothes.
With no one in sight.
A bloodcurdling scream pierced the air. Not emanating from his fear frozen followers, Ink, or Blue- but Dream, his utterly horrified sibling.
"Brother! No!" The yellow-clad skeleton wailed.
He spun on his heels, facing Ink. Yellow tears gathered in his eye sockets, and fury burned in his eyelights as a betrayed howl escaped his jaws. "Ink, why?!"
The artist shrugged, making a noncommittal noise.
A misjudgment on his part.
The Guardian of Positivity's expression instantly darkened, causing him to look like he was one step (or several feet, seeing as that was how far away Ink was) from becoming the Guardian of Murder.
Ignoring the tension between the Star Sanses, Killer shook free of his stupor and hesitantly approached the clothes pile. His knees trembling beneath him, voice shaky when he quietly asked, " 'mare?"
No one answered.
Killer silently reached down to gather the articles.
Upon moving the hoodie, a wide grin crept onto his face.
The target-souled murderer gently cupped the gooey, dark newt with little tendrils on its back in his hands and raised it high for all to see, happily shouting, "The prophecy has been fulfilled! Our leader has taken on his most powerful form!"
He then turned to his closest companion and demanded, "Horror, get the good sacrificing tools. Noot'thulhu rises!"
The broken-skulled Sans nodded, scampering off through a portal. Meanwhile, the deranged skeletons he left behind immediately began dancing around Killer while he held Nightmare to the sky.
Soon a low, rumbling chant permeated the air. "Noot'thulhu! He is the most powerful of them all! Noot'thulhu! He is going to kill you all!"
Said "newt" lord sat upon his bony pedestal extremely unamused but unable to do anything to stop it.
Ink, in a rare moment of wisdom, slowly took a step back. His eyelights nervously fixed the scene. "Uh... We should run, shouldn't we?"
Dream carefully crept beside him, happy his brother survived and fearful of the current cult-esque display. "Oh, definitely."
Both turned toward Blue, who happened to be excitedly repeating the chant alongside their enemies.
"Blue, stop chanting! Let's go!"
The Underswap Sans reluctantly did as asked, pouting. "Aw, we were just getting to the good part."
"Doesn't matter!"
"But it's been so long since I've participated in a demonic sacrifice!" Blue's voice deepened drastically when he added, "And I want to feel the oozing of blood on my gloves again."
His two friends paused to stare at him.
After a moment, Ink leaned close to Dream's "ear" and whispered, "Maybe we should leave him..."
