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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Halloween was in full swing: decorations set, costumes donned, a crisp autumn chill permeated the air alongside laughter and joyous/frightful screams, and candy for trick-or-treaters rested in decorative dishes monitored by their respective owners.
Ink sat on the steps of his front porch, swinging his feet back and forth as children and adults alike avoided his house. Perhaps it was blood-red paint splattered across his shirt or the far too wide grin on his face, but either way, almost no one wanted anything to do with him.
He perked when a familiar blue-clad figure cradling a babybones started to approach him. The infant skeleton appeared swaddled up in a blanket, sleeping, while a faux halo rested above their tiny skull.
So, naturally, the artist held back as much as he could when he shouted, "Hey, Blue!"
"Hello, Ink!" His friend greeted as he reached the steps before glancing around, a confused frown overtaking his smile. "Where's Dream? I thought he was supposed to be handing out candy with you."
Ink laughed.
"Pfft- You jokester, he's right here!" He gestured to the lit Sans-faced jack o' lantern beside him. The only indication it was supposed to be Dream was the yellow cape draped around it. "We've been hanging out together all day. It's been fun, if not a little quiet..."
He then leaned forward to whisper, "I think we might be playing the 'let's not talk to each other' game again."
Blue grimaced. "...Okay. Uh, would it be alright if I take a few pieces of candy for Serif?"
"Sure, go ahead! I still have plenty."
The soulless skeleton watched his friend step forward and examine the stuffed pumpkin-shaped candy dish on the lowermost step.
Blue soon glanced up, asking, "Have you been remembering to give some to the trick-or-treaters?"
"Nope! But that's half the fun!"
A brow raised. "How?"
"Heh, because parents always come to talk to me when their children complain about not receiving any candy." Ink answered, proceeding to lean close to his friend's face. "I crave social interaction."
Blue withdrew, abandoning any notions of obtaining candy.
"Uhhh... Well, it's been lovely seeing you. Bye." The Underswap Sans said quickly. All the while, speedily backing away from the steps.
Ink merely smiled, his farewell being the ominous words, "See you later! And don't forget: I know where you sleep- I made a note and everything!"
A shudder ran down Blue's spine, and he clutched his child closer, hastening his escape. And maybe, just maybe, began formulating plans to move far, far away.
