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There was a kingdom in the bright side of the Undertree Forest. The King, Dream had three princes- that weren't their kids- that lived with them. Geno, prince of the Monster Determination Organization, Error, prince of the Destroyers, and Fresh, the happy-go-lucky AU traveler. Dream also had two best friends, his loyal advisors, Ink and Blueberry.

Unfortunately.. there was a kingdom on the DaRk sIDe ((sTAR WARS INTENSIFIES)) of the Undertree Forest. The King, Nightmare, also had three princes. Reaper, prince of death, Dust, another prince of death, and Horror, yET ANOTHER prince of death. He had two advisors, Cross and Killer.

Every year, a Truce is called for two days. In these two days, the two sides meet and talk. Though, you can only talk to your ranks. A prince cannot talk to an King, an advisor a prince.

It was two weeks before these days, counting today.

Dream enjoyed it. He absolutely loved being with everyone, talking to Nightmare non-stop. Ink didn't mind Killer's attention, and Blue and Cross shared tacos- or that's what he could clearly notice. He enjoyed the food and the spoops mostly.

Error was in a slightly distressed state. He never liked going, never liked being stared at by the one with a gigantic hole in his head. He had a feeling Nightmare lashed out on there poor thing and did that.
Did he just say poor thing? Ugh.
The one with mismatched eyes was no better. He had fangs he would grin at Error with. He'd grin at Geno as well.

And the one that looked.. dead.
He looked terrifying at all times, no matter what.

Geno couldn't give one fuck about it all. He hated going, mainly because the Reaper bitch had realized talking back to Geno got him Geno's attention. But Geno couldn't lie, the Reaper guy was handsome. Aggravating, but handsome.

Fresh simply fucking loved it. He loved playing around with them all and scaring them. He loved scaring Horror the most, since Horror would laugh with him afterwards.

Hopefully, he'd see his friend at the Truce.
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Nightmare hated the Truce. He hated it more than he hated his happy brother. He hated it more than happiness. It was such a waste of time. He'd sit there, wanting to rip Dream's throat out while nodding to his rants about his prince, Error. He hated the one who wore that stupid, neon robe with a colourful neon hat. That one wouldn't stop trying to scare him. Oh if only there was a stupid purge.

Horror wanted to scream in happiness. The Truce was two weeks away!! He realized not too long ago he developed feelings for his colourful friend.
((Yes that's a ship don't @ me about it))
He couldn't wait to see him, blushing profusely at the thought of his friend wrapping his arms around him from behind. His thought turned into a fantasy, Fresh humping him softly and panting where his ear would be, begging to have Horror alone. Horror flopped on his bed, blushing.

Dust groaned as loud as he could. The Truce. The only good thing there was the thicc af advisor from the Bright Side, who hopped up and down like a bunny whenever nobody spoke to him. Dust constantly tried picking the hottie up, but he persisted, following the rules like a servant.
He wanted Blue to follow his rules and get on his damn knees.
But whatever.
He'd get over it.

Reaper was losing his mIND over the thought of seeing Prince Geno again. His beautiful scar and glitch.. his pretty voice and cute laugh... his wonderful snow-white robe.. the way he walked, the way he looked down in complete embarrassment drove Reaper up the wall. But the worse part was- he blushed when other people talked to him. He seemed always pissed with Reaper. This Truce, he was going to try something different to get Geno.

Something very, very, different.
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-Ink's POV-
I was in the middle of drawing Error and Fresh play together on my gentle light yellow carpet as babies when a loud thump rang against my door.

"Yes?" I called out.

The king's voice was almost frantic. "Ink- I need your help with something and I don't know if Error can make fabric and I don't have a good outfit for the Truce and GOSH I wish Error would give a shit about me bUT PLEASE HELP!!"

I blinked twice. Was this Blue? Wait.
DID DREAM JUST CURSE?!!

I yanked the door open, looking at the King. The King was sweating, blushing, and bouncing at a rate so fast that it looked like he was glitching. I pulled Dream into the room. "Ookay- tell me what you need first of all?"

Dream blushed and said quietly, "A dress. A pretty, pastel yellow dress."

I was confused again. Both of my pupils turned to question marks. "Why?"

He blushed harder. "I heard people saying Error said I would look way better in a dress.."

I froze, remembering the conversation.

"Error, you have such a taste in design~!" Lust teased. He was just visiting, since our side was much more comforting. No Man's Land, the space between our land and the Dark Side, was slightly comforting to the valkryie. Me, Lust, and Error were sitting at a dark, mahogany table in the bright sitting room. Error was fiddling with a small dress on his Dream teddy bear. I had stared at Error's face as he repeatedly struggled with the dress design. "I-I don't need y-y-yo-your opinion, f-f-" "Freak?" Lust finished, his tongue draping out of his mouth like a slimy purple snake. I sighed, disgusted. "Fuck off, Lust." The valkyrie turned to me with a smirk. "Hmm.. No." "Dream would look better in a dress is what I am trying to show you guys.." Error whined, giving up. I giggled. Another giggle was heard from the hallway. I flinched, and so did Error.

"Yes.. King.. Error did say you would look better in a dress."

Dream gushed and twirled around the room.

"I cannot wAIT TILL THE TRUCE!!" Dream squealed, twirling more.

I sighed.
I didn't actually wanna go. Not really. I'd force myself to. But..
Why couldn't I stay inside?
Dream is like your mom.
"GO OUTSIDE!!" and all that.

((INK QUIT BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL- DON'T SPEAK TO THE SHIPPING GODS- IT AINT IN THE SCRIPT-))
((Ink: oH FUCK-))
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