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: A peek into the life of Palette, who has the misfortune of having Broomie as a roommate.
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"The end!"
Ink gently closed and placed the storybook on the nightstand next to his son's bed. Said son, the offspring of positivity and creation, laid under a fluffy blanket. A small frown adorned his skull. Palette plucked at the hem of his sleeve before nervously saying, "Dad?"
"Yes, Palette?"
"Why can't Broomie stay in your room with you and mom?" His eyelights drifted over to the aforementioned giant paintbrush, which sat in the darkest corner of his room where the gentle glow of his nightlight did not reach. A chill crept down his spine as the tool's fine bristles seemed to stir and twitch.
"Eh," Ink shrugged. "I tried to keep him there, but after you were born, he insisted on looming over your crib every night, so I figured I'd just let him do his thing- whatever that may be."
"C-could you take him, just for tonight? Please?"
"Nah! Broomie gets cranky when I interfere with his life too much. One time, he hid from me for a whole week because I didn't let him hang around the Anti-Void." The forgetful guardian hopped out of his chair, skipping toward the open bedroom door with a cheery grin. He grasped the door handle, pulling the door halfway closed, and gave a soft "Nighty-night, Pal." Promptly shutting the door afterward.
Palette did nothing as he watched the other abandon him to whatever fate awaited. Shuddering, he used his hands to pull the blanket tightly around himself. A choked whine escaped his jaws when he glanced over to the brush's space only to see it was now empty.
