#(Probably Dust helped because I feel like Killer wouldn't say anything if he was being held uncomfortably)

[somegrumpynerd]

Reading back parts of How Nightmare Became Dadmare again and realised I'm always picturing him picking his boys up by their middle so I started imagining how else it might go

[m-to-z-andbackto-m]

Bitty Dust Headcanon Time!!! I didn't do a good job at deciphering the lil' bugger-

Bitty!Killer HeadCanons

Bitty!Cross HeadCanons

I feel that he's. Awful at social interaction (at least at first) so he's a great choice if you're out of the house a lot!

Actually don't leave him alone-alone for too long, I feel like he has attachment issues so at first he'd be okay with alone time... apart from being emotionally unstable-

Once he warms up to you he'll probably stick around more and you'll probably start to understand what he likes and stuff, despite his lack of verbal responses

He probably doesn't like his face touched? I personally don't go with a no face Dust but I adore the idea/look so if you do, he probably doesn't want you touching his head

Maybe he'll let you pat it gently as long as you don't tug his hood off, you'll have to gain his trust first though, you can hold his itty bitty hands instead 🥺

Don't touch his scarf, if it needs cleaning he'll do it, probably in the shower or something

Most compatible with a well tended to Horror, maybe he'd be on edge with a Papy bitty so I wouldn't advise that pair up, unless you throw in a Horror!Paps, the difference is enough and similarities still comfortable, plus Horror would love his baby brother to be around and Dust could feel like this is his personal second chance (Like how Geno vibes with Papy!), though he won't say it

Edit: I think he'd be okay with Geno too actually, I don't see enough positive interaction between them D:

He'll probably vibe with Cross too but don't expect much interaction between them, again, good bitty choices if you're out of the house a lot!

If you want, you can try to pair/group him up with a Blue, he's tolerable, but make sure he doesn't overwhelm the tired man

You know these headcanons are if they potentially had their pasts played out, but if you don't wanna think they have backgrounds as bitties that's up to you

I think he'd like soft things (likes being wrapped in them for a sense of safety and support) and hate dirty places like the back of the microwave where Killer would venture into lol, only because the dirt and grime reminds him of bad stuff

Ketchup. He might want it spiked though, still, don't let him develop an addiction/habit-

I keep thinking it'd be cute if he hugs your hand/finger(s) (depending on the size you're imagining)

Probably watches TV and sleeps a lot, sluggish due to bad mental health/low motivation and poor quality sleep, this can be improved overtime if you emotionally bond with him and help him work out confronting his feelings which he tends to invalidate in his mind, he just needs some kindness guys

He's low maintenance, but he also forgets to take care of himself sometimes, you gotta make sure he's not stinky and hungry, actually, if you pair him up with a Horror bitty, he'll make sure Dust doesn't starve because that's just his moral compass y'know

Also he probably prefers hoodies and won't wear anything new/unfamiliar, especially if it makes him feel exposed

If you do get him to do more than just lay around sulking, maybe he obsesses over routines to feel a sense of predictability and has terrible paranoia, especially of unknown humans, bitty or not

Sensitive to change and may cause panic so tell him what will happen and when

For a small example, don't scoop him up without asking or warning him first

If you'll get home late, leave him a voicemail on the home phone so he's less anxious waiting

And don't invite people over or adopt new bitties without him being prepared for a new variable in the house, this might cause him to distaste the new person and be avoidant

Definitely not outgoing at all, but maybe a couple of times he'll accept some time outside the house

He'll want to protect you depending on how well you've bonded <3

[wellfell]

 there shouldn't be any vacancy in this heart of hers for anyone else , it should be a narrow , dark hall of muscles that only allows one man to walk among them . what akina realized as the years passed by her was that she has a big heart . not because she stopped to fix the ragdoll for a crying little girl in the village when they were trying to hide from the goblins , not because she brought a soldier's wife back to him after he said he can't find her in the ruins of their house with this broken leg of his . she can love more than one person , she can squeeze as many idiots as she wants in those halls and astarion was one of them ; karlach , gale , wyll even shadowheart herself despite her mean ways of dealing with akina's spoiled attitude . she realized that despite everyone that hurt her , she was still a deer with glinting eyes , doomed to be a roadkill . and who can you really blame in a roadkill ? not the deer , not the killer . astarion isn't like her , he follows through some guides because he thinks it'll help him reach his own destination . what he feels isn't as deep as akina's feelings , maybe because he's too old to be an oblivious deer .

 a small frown lingers between her brows , letting her hands rest on her lap as astarion nuzzles her temple like a whining dog looking for attention . maybe not a dog — he's not bearing any undying loyalty and belief for anyone after they betray him once . doesn't keep coming back , he's a cat at best . a proud little feline on top of a silky pillow , that trusts you after you give him your heart and stops , once he hears you hiss when he scratches you . to put it lightly , akina is almost sure that astarion doesn't want to open up anymore , and she has no idea what's going in his mind after he hears it and doesn't react accordingly to being betrayed . akina thinks he can take him in a fight , thinks if she pays attention closely she could turn around in time before he can stab her on the back , if she carries around enough blades – ❛ i'm not yours . ❜  that's instinct , the same set of words she whispers to every man who dares to call her theirs . astarion doesn't have enough faith in her to loosen his grip around her , and that's irritating . grounding in a way , makes it easier to stray as far as she wants and come back to him because she's owned . but still , irritating . isn't that better ? she's hers , and she's willingly letting him have her .

 when his little speech ends , akina is between his arms . looking at the ground like a kid forced to be hugged , eventually , her arms curl and her palms rest on his back . the marks curled around a circle on his back looked close to an ancient language she's once seen in the dusty books of their library in their marble palace , before akina left it . she's not asked anything but made a mental note to look for the same brand of book in every library on their way . ❛ . . . actually . i think i am . ❜  her eyes close with a small wince , her head finally lolling on his shoulder . mouth pressed on where shoulder meets neck , eyes close , muscles relax under the cage of his arms . narcissist people hate themselves the most ; how could she tell herself astarion's dreams and life didn't matter , that they could be traded for jito’s ? it isn't even hers to begin with . his shoulders dampens with her tears , it'll probably annoy him because his new coat is quite classy . but she's selfish . a better woman would ask him to walk away , a better woman wouldn't even ask him to kill with her ; she'd wipe the blood off his hands , not wrap it around her throat . ❛ let's go back . i think i heard someone say my name . ❜  pulling away from his cold body , keeping her gaze low as she gets on her feet . bent forward to dust her boots off before holding both her hands out for him . ❛ what did you want to show me in your tent ? ❜

he listens to her call him an elf without regurgitating the fact that he’s also tainted.  listens to her speak of wanting a better life.  of all the times she was denied autonomy.  of the pain she couldn't escape, would not let go of, saw no path to even begin.  until him.  the missing ingredient to her nefarious plans.  perhaps them coming together was like recognising like.  it’s unsettling how familiar she sounds.  looks.  his body holds memory of a similar pose, only he was divested of his clothing, mumbling, head fuzzy from the beating it took, brow slick with blood.  what of his plans?  his scars?  she’s seen his back.  astarion thought her wise never to pry, but it was really that she’d already written him off.  a pointless tale.  she's seen him all along, hasn’t she?  how superfluous he is.  hands quick, skilled with blades and locks and disarming traps, but not good for much else.  nothing akina wasn't good at too, and what she didn't know she could pick up from watching him.  such grave errors he’s made...  thinking he found protection, security, only because a parasite let him stand in sun and bend a few minds.

keep your secrets, he begged.  why not listen?  why do this?  why dub him solution and problem?  now that he knows she lost a lover, astarion is not thinking that she deserves comfort.  he's thinking good, glad he’s dead, fuck him, fuck you for thinking you could use me, i hope that when you die you’ve ended up in separate afterlives so you can never meet again.  she’s known her number of terrible men.  astarion hasn’t done those things to her, but he’s envisioned worse for pettier offences.  not giving him attention, gazing too long in the direction of other men at taverns.  sometimes he thought it was deliberate, because she wanted under his skin.  so he satisfied himself to the image of his dagger under hers.   “... i’m sorry.”   he's crawling to her like a sad, almost-abandoned puppy in the grass, on his knees despite telling himself long ago never again, not for anyone.   but he is really so gracious, he must have her know, that she wants to keep him, not kick his stomach, even though it feels like she already has.   “what do we do?”   wistful lover.  the kind of man to want to hold a hand.  that’s who he’s channeling, just for her.  his temple finds her shoulder, deadened stare finds her tree.  he remembers the most fake smile from up high.  that was like seeing himself too.  his cracked little mirror...

it’s not like he’s going to open up in return.  and he’s not giving her that gift later either.  the river can have it.  what will he do, then?  he supposes he’ll sigh, like he holds no resentment at all.   “it is no crime to have been in love.  i’m glad there’s more to you than being some mere heartless freak with a fucked-up gaze.  leave that to me.  but you...  you’ve an entire life ahead.  don’t fret over details, it’ll sort itself out.”   he doesn’t know why, but he expects her to protest, so he pulls her up into him, arms enveloping her thin body.  has she eaten today?  was it enough?  his lips press her round ear, eyes fluttering closed.  voice deep and tender as a lullaby.   “let’s stay together.  let me pretend you’re mine just a while longer.  i’m not entirely stupid.  i know there is no vacancy for me within that darling heart of yours.  don’t deny.  don’t downplay.  would it not make him sad to hear you say that?  to know the things we’ve done?  what if he's been watching us?  it's all right...  you’ve strived so hard for so long.  i’m sure he’s already forgiven you.  you deserve everything you want.  i’ll support you as much as i can from the shadows.  just... help me out of this mess, then we can begin a new journey together.  would you like that, akina...?”

[mo-a-ns-m-ter-b-go-e-dd-r-ess]

Dust:

In this multiverse, Sans kept facing the kid. Kept facing their unstoppable killing spree.

He wishes he could do something, stop them somehow. [Any way would do. But .... Could he really kill his family himself? No he couldn't that'd be too much for him. He couldn't do that to them....]

And so, Sans stayed, watching. Trying his best for a reset to never happen again, and always failing. Plagued by the idea of ending it finally, by becoming as much of a monster as the kid was. [Maybe one day he'd break and accept it.... No, it would only make him the next kid.... He couldn't do it.]

And so, the torture continued over and over. For all monsters in the underground, for the bored crazy kid, for the player, for Sans.

The dust kept spilling, and the blood never once did, not for good...

Killer:

Time and time over again.

They asked the same thing.

"Join me Sans, let's kill them all together."

And he always answered the same thing.

"In your dreams."

As he died. Again and again.

[Did he had any ounce of sanity left?]

He didn't know.

[Death... Felt nice. Maybe he COULD do something in the end?... Maybe at some point the kid would get bored enough?

Death.... It's peaceful...]

Sans could feel it behind his back, it was... waiting for him. It was constantly with him, plaguing his mind and life.

[Maybe... I was always meant to end it?...]

As time went on and on, Sans found ropes and knots to be fascinating, his bones to be fun to break, his remaining HP to be the only problem remaining in his life.

And the kid wasn't bored anymore.

Because with each reset, Sans found new interesting ways to kill himself. Over and over again. Hanging seemed to be his personal favourite. It was far more interesting than killing everyone themsleves.... But Sans would never stop trying to die, insanity and self-harm being his new life.

"How fascinating...."They would always say.

Horror:

[His head hurt. Ever since the fish lady broke it so badly. He had babbled an idea that had crosses his mind, out of desperation. But never did he thought it would be adopted.

Humans were rare after all, and it was all kinds of wrong to eat them....

But everyone said they had no other choices..... Maybe, but their violence was a choice. Horror wouldn't say he didn't like it. He loved the violence. But the humans... He didn't like to be on the receiving end of violence so they probably didn't either....

Yet his soul ached, ached for substenance. What was he to do? He didn't want to die... But he couldn't accept to eat humans.

His body became more dust than bones each passing days. His gaping home had doubled in size and his soul hurt. It hurt so bad.... Papyrus was upset, he couldn't let his brother see him die. So he was out here in the cold snow, slowly decomposing into nothing useful or annoying. Maybe it wasn't such a bad death?...]

This were his last thoughts as he died slowly, painfully. His soul wasn't able go substain itself anymore. He was falling appart.

His brother grieved him for long, but he had to carry on. Finding more human to be the food provider of the town. He was becoming a hero! But he didn't cared anymore.... He lost his brother. The only thing dear to him... But it was all the human's fault for trapping them down here with no food. And Papyrus made sure they payed. Each time he captured one. The tortures would be endless. All for his brother. All in hope that no other monster would die like his brother had.

Nightmare:

[He hadn't meant to do this!! He didn't knew the apples would be corrupted if he took one in his hands!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..... He didn't knew what else to do, they were all circling him, angry, enraged.... He didn't want to die!!... The apples could give him the strength to flee, to be safe from them.... But.... But could he do it? It wasn't a good idea they always forbidden everyone to have more than one apple otherwise they'd die.... But........ He was in danger..... What was he to do?...... No he couldn't eat the apples that'd be a bad thing to do and... He wasn't bad.... He wasn't the monster they all said he was....]

The villagers kept closing in on Nightmare as he let go of the apple which fell to the ground. The torches burnt him and the forks hurt him. But it was too late to do anything now. And in one final moment, his body gave up. And his essence was burnt so badly it dispersed everywhere along with his dust, leaving no trace left of the so called. "demon".

But the villagers hadn't finished. Not yet at least. And they tried to cut down half of the tree.

Dream was there, he saw them kill his twin right before his eyes. And he couldn't help but feel ressenment. And when they tried to cut down the tree, he was there to save two last apples when the tree withered away. A golden and a black one. He kept them close to heart, each day, travelling form AU to AU... But never once did he feel better about what they did to his dear brother.... He couldn't truly help anyone. And positivity was slowly dissapearing as he saw less and less hope in others. So much violence.... And for what? Nothing... His brother never deserved any of it.... But he wasn't there to save him either.... And guilt and sadness ate away at him every single day. If this kept going on, positivity would be no more.....

Error:

He was alone in this strange white place. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know who he was.... But the voices always had unpleasant answers to his questions.... He called for help, so many times. And his body had completly changed.

Maybe someone would come? Eventually?... No he had lost all hope.... He knew they were out there, but he couldn't go there. There wasn't place for him..... This endless white void was all he had now...... It hurt.... But ... It always hurted less when his body was hurt. Besides it was something to do like anything else.... Bones were so fragile yet so easy to break.... His eye sockets felt weird, like there was something inside just waiting to be let out. But it never did. His black cheeks hurt from crying so much too.... But he was left to rot here... Forever alone.

Cross:

He was... Alone now.... He had lost them all.... They were all gone... All but him and the kid.... Both unable to live without the other..... What were they to do now? The weird other him had came along for a while, telling him about the exterior and his grieving friend, Dream.... But him too dissapeared....him too left..... It hurt, he felt like his soul was about to implose. He had lost everything! His brother.... The greatest coolest skeleton in the universe.... He had died too... Why? Why? WHY!? Why had they been the only ones to survive!? Why were they so cursed!?...

Fate wasn't happy. Their little experiment for a destroyer of world failed miserably. But the universe needed a balance and quickly. The universes were collapsing onto one another and cracks could be seen everywhere....

It was at this moment that Fate noticed another boy, without a world. Almost alone. Maybe... Just maybe there was still hope left. Yes. This boy would be perfect for the job. And he will do it that he likes it or not!

And so, Fate gifted Cross with the strings and power to eradicate. And slowly was getting him to use them....

The multiverse was saved. But.... Couldn't it have been ended much much better?...