UT MV Short Stories (Oneshots??)

Soon, Soon, Soon

The sound of someone running outside couldn't be ignored. Neither could the glitched screeches following the footsteps. Not when everyone and everything else for miles was dead silent. By the sound of a thump and panicked yelling, they'd fallen, and there was no hope of saving them. Ink let out a sigh and shook his head, simply tuning out the cries for help.

This happened at least 3 times a year now. No matter how many times they repainted the codes, some people just wouldn't listen to them. And it wasn't that they didn't know what they meant, oh no. Everyone knew the field codes by now. It was understandable the first year or two, but year three? They just wanted to seem tough.

The creatures that lurked where the small group of Out!Codes stayed required one to be as silent and swift as possible. Funnily enough, everyone thought Reaper would have no trouble dealing with them, since he floats. However, he was stuck with creatures that tracked people based off smell. And boy, how Reaper reeked of coffee...

No one actually knows where he is, scarily enough.

The sound of quiet shifting beside the former protecter caught his attention. Dream, who had previously been sleeping, seemed to be finally returning to the dreadful reality that was their Multiverse. He waited for the small guardian to open their eyes before signing, "Good morning Sunshine." Dream smiled weakly and hoisted himself up to rest on Ink's lap. "Did you sleep well?" Ink asked, staring down at the small guardian. He just sighed quietly and shrugged.

"Could've been better." He replied, his hands fumbling and pausing every few seconds to remember the signs. Ink just smiled a bittersweet smile and nodded, holding Dream close. He had to be more careful around him, ever since the abrupt drop in positivity happened, the small guardian could hardly walk more than 20 steps before having troubles standing. Because of his weakened stated, Ink had admittedly grown much more protective of Dream.

Dream, hopefully, didn't notice this change. However, it was very obvious to Blue.

Blue hasn't been around as much lately, since he's insistent on finding more survivors and such. So far, there's only been one survivor that lived longer than a month and didn't put them in danger.

His name was Axe. He had... An interesting appearance. The whole blood coated jacket and giant hole in his head was definitely unsettling, but Blue insisted that he meant well. So he had stayed with them in their run down little home.

Speaking of Axe, he'd started at Blue whenever he came home, only ever looking away when someone else needed him. But even then, he'd rarely turn his head away. Dream had noticed first, and when he pointed it out to Ink, they could both agree that was a bit weird. But Dream has said that he didn't feel any malicious intent behind the stares. In fact, he would often feel a more positive emotion from it. So they decided to not say anything.

Dream suddenly began to get up, holding onto Ink for support. The artist was quick to get up first and help his frail friend up. Dream hoisted himself with Ink's arms and began to limp over to one of the open windows. Ink followed nervously, not sure what to think. "Nightmare's nearby." He signed, looking at Ink with scared eye lights.

Well, shit. What could that bastard want? Did he even know Dream was here, though? Maybe he-

Ink's thoughts were cut off by a wet, slimey hand on his shoulder. "Huh, your powers just be much weaker than I assumed if you only just now noticed me, brother." That cold, infuriating voice muttered. Dream gasped and turned around, quick to grab onto Ink's arm.

Nightmare just chuckled and towered over the two. "Are you two a cute little couple in these difficult times?" Dream's cheeks lit up and he began frantically, and sloppily, signing something along the lines of "no, we aren't dating, but I'd definitely date him if we weren't in the middle of the Freshpocalypse."

The bastard just stared at Dream for a moment before snickering. "Right, you all have to use your hands to talk to each other now. I'm lucky I didn't have to be subjected to leaning that nonsense," He looked around, taking note of all the small holes in the walls. "And I'm also lucky... That I'm not going to be in your situation soon." Was the last thing he said before slicing a tentacle through the broken walls, making a loud cracking sounds. Soon, he disappeared into thin air.

Now, the house was falling in on them, and it had been alerted of where they are. They couldn't wait for Blue, they had to find Axe and run. They had to leave now.

Even if it costed them their lives.

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"Soon, soon, soon~" A voice chanted, giggling manically. His arms were coated in dust and blood, his hood pulled down to reveal his crazed purple eye light. He was staring into the hole in the ground, swaying and chanting. He was waiting. Waiting for their only hope to rise and finally finish the chaos once and for all.

He knew it was down there. He could hear it, bickering and arguing with itself. It had grown more and more agitated everyday and the manic skeleton knew that it's time would come.

Soon.

Soon.

Soon.

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Notes:
Deadass, this entire idea come from the fact that I desperately wanted a reason to ruin these skeleton's lives while also putting the Multiverse in an apocalyptic situation while also having a reason to use The Field Codes.
So basically, this entire idea stemmed from SCP. The fandom still haunts me, even in the Multiverse--

(Also yes, I'mma try and make a second part for this.,. No promises tho,,,)