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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(Warning: This story contains bad parenting and possibly child abuse/neglect.)
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Together, Dream and Palette sat at the kitchen table. A wide spread of long since cooled, plated foods littered its surface.
The surrounding room was quiet, barring the occasional rustle caused by impatient shifting and increasingly louder (and more frequent) stomach growls.
Eventually, Palette mustered the courage to look up from the napkin he had been fiddling with and said, "Mom, can I start eating yet?"
Dream frowned, giving him a stern glance. "No, Palette, you know the rule: we only eat once everyone is at the table."
"But it's been five hours, dad's not back, and I'm hungry!" The young artist whined.
A tired sigh brushed past the yellow-clad guardian's teeth as his son stared at him pleadingly, jaws wobbly and eye sockets bearing the tiniest hint of tears.
His shoulders slumped while the acerbity in his expression melted away into discontent.
He reluctantly stood and pushed his seat away, conceding. "Fine, I'll call him- if he doesn't answer, then we will eat without him."
Palette perked, a small yet hopeful smile coming to rest on his face.
Meanwhile, Dream meandered beyond the kitchen and made his way to the front door. He flicked on the nearby light switch once there before putting on his slippers and stepping outside.
The outdoor lamp affixed to the colorful bricks next to the doorway illuminated the darkness spread across the small porch-like area. Moths quickly began to gather around its brilliant yellow-orange glow.
Not even a few seconds later, a black liquid bubbled up from the cracks in the concrete, pooling into a decent-sized puddle that a beige-clothed skeleton soon rose out of. His mismatched eyelights instantly focused on the lamp as if possessed- and, much like the fluttering bugs swarming around it, he promptly attempted to get closer and grab the glowing fixture.
Before he could so much as jump high enough to reach it, Dream moved an arm inside the house and flicked the switch once more, turning off the light.
"Aw... It died." Ink pouted, eyeing the darkened lamp with a faux mournful gaze.
Dream cleared his nonexistent throat. Thus, causing the other to turn toward him in surprise.
"Oh! Hi, Drea-"
"Ink. Dinner. Now."
The Guardian of AUs rolled his eyelights. "Sheesh! Okay, bossy."
