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: Just a tiny child piloting his goo mech. Definitely no cursedness here. Nope... Okay, maybe there is.
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A hollow wind whistled across the snowy landscape of Snowdin Forest.
Dream glared up at his brother's hulking, negativity-laden form; Staff in hand and ready to strike should the other grow violent. "You can't keep doing things like this, Nightmare! It's not right. These people have hope and dreams and-"
The terrifying skeleton in question scoffed, crossing his arms. "You say such things all the time, yet you don't even have the nerve to say them while looking me in the eyes."
His arms untangled, and his phalanges grabbed at the hem of his gooey hoodie.
Dream shifted, reasonably uncomfortable, pulling his staff close. "Uhh... What are you-"
The clothing article got torn off in a fluid motion.
Yellow eyelights were instantly drawn to two glaring light purple ones just barely visible beneath the vicious negativity shrouding his brother's chest.
"EUGH!" The Guardian of Positivity's features contorted in disgust, his feet promptly carrying him several steps away from the other.
Nightmare, however, advanced. All the while, demanding, "LOOK AT THEM, DREAM! If you're going to lecture me, then look me in the eyes and sincerely tell me you think what I did was wrong!"
Dream gagged and turned his skull away.
Then, suddenly, a pool of darkness welled up from the snow between them, staining the ground as a beige-clad skeleton hopped out.
"The creators are screaming, 'there is evil!' And it must be purged with fire!" Ink cried, pointing a phalange toward the dark guardian before whipping a torch out of his inventory.
Dream's gaze returned to his brother's general direction while he reached to grab the artist, fighting down the urge to retch. "I-ink, no! That horrid being is s-still my brother! No matter how disgusting and utterly sinful his existence is."
