#Killer and Ccino are side characters

[spotaus]

So this might seem like a weird question, and this IS going anonymously because of it BUT

How many characters in New Age would be able to describe the taste of human flesh.

I feel like with the provided backstory, Killer could be a candidate for it, and I wouldn't be surprised if Nim had some sort of whim at some point even though I'm pretty sure you said they were vegetarian but I could have hallucinated that or smth

You can very much ignore this if you feel uncomfortable with it, btw. I just find this interesting

Hi anon, this ask is unhinged abd I love it SO dearly, please feel free to send more if you get the urge 💖 this is actually something exciting I hadn't even thought about! So... let's see who all I can list off for this idea...

-> Killer. Like u said Anon, I think he IS the most likely candidate! I don't think that it's a meal he'd have eaten often, nor would he openly joke about it, but I think that somewhere like the Temple where he was raised, or on the streets after he left Chara (the Black Market wasn't picky-) would be where it happened.

-> Nim. Oh. Yeah. She would've, I'm sure. (Also tbf I have no idea if I said that or not, my memory is SO bad, I'd probably have to check w/ Ancha lol- but for this let's imagine she's not.) I don't think anyone would be able to convince her if she knew what it was up-front (she thinks humans are lesser, but kinda in the way ppl don't usually think of brown bears as a food source?) But she's definitely had it before. 'Exotic cuts' that she never bothered to fact check lmao. Fancy and expensive, so she bought them!

-> Dust. Now, this one is a little weird, but I have good reason! Dust has a reputation to uphold when he's a crime lord, and has to get along with leaders of other crime branches to keep his power AND keep the lines running. One of the other kingdoms (which I'm establishing is basically full of shape-shifters which eat human flesh) was a prime source of income for Dust because they had a LOT of animal meat they weren't harvesting. In meetings, well, sometimes the meal involved the dishes of that kingdom, so human flesh! (He will NOT admit it didn't taste bad.)

-> Fresh. And no, not for the reason he'd normally know lmao. I think that Fresh's connection with the beasts (which I now realize are kinda stand-ins for his furby collection-) leads some of then to bring him gifts! And he lives usually out in the wilderness so a hunt is a hunt, y'know? Monsters are off-limits but like. If the beast brings him *just* the meat? He takes his chances abd hopes it's not People. (Some of it is, and he knows it, he could definitely identify it if given to him 🙏)

-> Reaper. He's not proud of it anymore, but back in the day when he was the general? Bringer of Death? Yeah, he ate a guy once. Used it as a fear tactic against their enemies, which in his defense DID work. But he wouldn't do it again. He would recognize the taste tho!

Soooo..... 5 of the New Age characters would be able to describe the taste of human flesh! (At least for the main cast lol-)

I do have honorary mentions though.

-> Ink: Has bitten people enough to *probably* have an idea of the taste.

-> Geno: Tried to do it "for science" when he was in the academy working on decay magic. (He reversed the decay enough that the flesh was fresh, he was curious!) He was told that if he did they'd suspend him, so he missed his opportunity :(

-> Cross: Can't tell you about the taste of flesh, but human blood used to get into his mouth all the time when he worked in his old kingdom, so he could tell you about that instead!

[ancha-aus]

Hiiii!!!!! I'm sending this from the main account (curse) because it's easier than making it anon lol- But I'm tagging myself jic ( @spotaus )

So!!!! The thing I was thinking about for New Age that I wanted to send to you was about that alternate ending for the story where Dream gets the apple, but more specifically: What about the side characters? These aren't entirely thought out, but I like to think about the 'what if' being like that episode of My Little Pony where there was no sonic rainboom (and if that reference means nothing then ignore it, hehe!)

Killer goes first! So, Killer *was* caught when Nightmare strolled through town, I'd say about a year/few months after rising to power. Dream, I don't think, would be touring like Nightmare was at that point, because he doesn't have to rebuild anything, so no reason to personally go to the guard camps in the first place to search for knights. He has plenty of guys right here! So, here is when Killer actually slips his cuffs and goes off on his own, the opposite direction of where Chara would have been waiting on him, because even though he knows he can't trust them any more, he also doesn't know where to go. Instead of following, he'll go anywhere they aren't. I like to think that at this realization, he just... keeps living the way that he used to. Moving from town to town, just barely scraping by. That's when he runs into the King's caravan, visiting one of the big port cities, and decides to have some fun. Live a little. And that *does* mean that he sneaks around during the event to see just how close to the king he can get without setting anyone off. And... wow, this is the heir to Nim? It makes sense, but looking at him makes Killer feel sick, he knows what he use to do to please Nim, and he knows what people still do now to please Dream, even when he'll never ever notice them. Eventually he gets fed up with it, and wants to leave, but before he does he notices THE most gorgeous skeleton he's ever seen. So he approaches rapidly, and there's this moment of conversation that no one recognizes that Killer is absolutely NOT supposed to be there. He walked with purpose, so they thought nothing of it, and Ccino assumes he has to be one of the new members of a noble family, so he and Nightmare talk with Killer for a bit. It's a nice this farce for Killer. It isn't until after, when Nightmare mentions he liked that one noble with the funny target soul to Dream, that they find out that he was just. Some guy. Dream puts some people on research, and it comes back that Killer is a criminal. Night asks if they could pardon him, and Dream agrees easily. So, out of nowhere, Killer is free of all previous, and future, transgressions. He doesn't even know it until he's caught again, before being released because of the king. Killer isn't quite sure what to do with himself, so I like to think that his travels eventually lead him to meet Ink! They'd make a great assassin duo, and it gives opportunities for him to be outside the kingdom.

Dust. Dust, I think, actually continues to be a crime lord. Because Nightmare didn't hear about the black market from Killer, there's no reason for anyone to try hunting it down now. The weather magic blocker stays up, at least until Dream is usurped, and that's how long he stays in power as a crime lord. A few months after, when the weather returns and the rituals fade? His magic is almost too much. He can hardly move anywhere without causing a tornado or hurricane, until he learns to control himself, which takes at least a week to be able to drain the initial build-up. In that time his soul is shocked back to life fairly often, and he decides he needs to find a mage to deal with this, because if he couldn't be at home before, he can't be *anywhere* now. I actually think that Dust would end up seeking Outer. He's not very well known, but he's a mage of the sky, and that's the kind of thing Dust needs to figure this thing out, or he's going to die and lose out on all he's been working on. Maybe he would come back to get a check-up from Outer when Dream, Night, and Ccino are there and get a nasty surprise. (Dust has a very slight chance of still meeting Geno and Reaper, but I do think their relationship would start up with Dust being a sort of case study for Geno, just like Dust in the usual time is afraid of. He might be able to see his family again someday too, depending on how efficient I want Outer to be with storm magic lol.)

Horror. I actually don't think Horror managed to move into the kingdom. His generation of family slipped into the borders during Nightmare's chaotic start, and with Dream there was none of that. So, they just couldn't ever sneak in to take over that old abandoned settlement. I think they might have set up camp just outside the borders on the unclaimed territory, and tried to help their relatives living inside the kingdom. Horror lives a fine life, he's happy, but his injury has already happened by then, so his family coddles him. No one to train him, so he has to live like that, never really fulfilled (Never meeting Farm for sure)

Cross? Tbh I like the idea that he went off to Reaper's kingdom! Just another refugee, slipping away into the land of peace away from all the chaos and war across the bay. He's happy there, for sure! Maybe he starts to work at someplace with a routine like a restaurant, or joins Reaper's military which is a lot more relaxed. He never really gets to fully complete his independance arc, and never actually meets Lust :(

Bonus!!! Error! Error doesn't run away and end up in Night's kingdom until almost 7 years of Night's rule. Dream barely makes it to five years. So when Error tries to run away, the kingdom he stumbles into is full of chaos, and trying to learn to govern itself amidst what feels like the apocalypse to them. And without a mage contest and a King to get scooped up by? Fresh actually manages to find Error! He gets to give him that big bear hug and tell him to never run away like that again and ask why he did it. And Error gets to tell him he felt forgotten and left behind, and Fresh insists that's not it. That dumb school wasn't for him either, he's sure that when Geno comes to visit, he can teach him a little more. Fresh manages to coax him home, and though he eventually comes clean about his parasite, there's never a resolution to it. Reaper, when they finally meet, can pacify it a bit, but that's all they can do. Error doesn't become a full mage, but Geno teaches him a little and he's still insanely powerful. Just, now a second powerful mage living with Reaper, running around causing havoc.

Okay, those are my thoughts for now! Horror and Cross are a bit shorter because there was less/no Nightmare involvement, and Killer ended up being my golden child as always. Dust is ???? I got a little tired, but you know what I mean haha- Anyways hope you have a good one!!!

AAH!! I love it so much!!

Okay let me just. Get to this :D

And don't worry. I get the reference hihihi

Okay but I LOVE the fact that Killer would have just escaped and make a run for it. Now that i think about it you did mention Killer was just watiing for Chara to save him but would have slipped the cuffs himself. Him just going around and being on his own. Traveling. And then. He sees the NEW KING. and Killer already feeling a little sick for the things that were done in Nim's name. That he did in Nim's name. So he wants to sneak closer and just. Just see how close he can get. Just for fun. No other reason at all.

And as you said. people just didn't mind because well. Killer played the part. He was confident and certain in his movements so people just let him. And Killer seeing and meeting Ccino. There is no rules to stay away. No king that Killer is trying to stay on the good terms off. So he just rushes over to introduce himself and learn the tiny bit he can before he needs to leave. I like the idea that Killer is just smitten at first sight and Ccino feels a bit flattered. There have been nobles before who were interested but they were pushy and grabby. Killer isn't. Killer is just... nice... respectful. Sure he flirsts but he keeps his hands to himself. It is nice.

And then it turns out that Killer was no noble at all but a criminal. I like that Nightmare still wants to pardon him. But in this case it would be because Nightmare SAW that Killer was nice and respectful towards Ccino. So he only sees the freedom as a good reward for the other. (poor Ccino though. Thinks he may finally meet a noble who is nice and actually may be able to interact more with- Nope. a criminal. because of course the only person who would be nice ot Ccino would be a criminal)

OMG Ink and Killer the assassin duo. Glorious.

Also. I think that Killer would eventually learn about the rebellion in the kingdom. And Killer doens't care that the king is gone, he sees that as a good thing. Killer thinks it is a shame the crown prince is gone too as he seemed nice enough. But he regrets not going back and just grabbing Ccino. Because he knows that it is unlikely anyone in that castle survived. So You just have Killer mourning what never was and never got to be.

I like the idea that Killer and Ink eventually come by Outer (why? they got lost and happened upon that) and Killer just SEES Ccino there. Looking so so so tired but alive. and He just grabs him and hugs him and spins him around. A second chance at last. (also if ccino put on a bit of weight. Killer would be shocked that ccino managed ot get even more gorgeous while ccino is self concious about 'letting himself go' instead of the fact that he is healing and FINALLY eating full meals. If ccino is still thin Killer can help the healing process <3)

Killer probably asks Ccino to run away so many times then. To just run off together! The princes can handle themselves now. They are out and one is an adult-ish. Ccino just so tiredly and quietly admiting the slave contract. he can't leave even if he wanted. Then ever softer. that he doesn't want to leave. even if they both hate him... they are still his... ccino loves them.

Killer mentions that it isn't healthy for ccino to love them and ccino just shrugging as he mentions that he was never suposed to hav e along life spam anyway. Killer just holding him. They probbaly have so many heart-to-hearts. ccino would be so much more broken in this one while killer woudl be more put togehter. Ccino just having been kicked down one too many times to get back up fully. And Killer having seen the world more and been out with ink, getting an ACTUAL friend.

(God jsut thought of like. Killer holding ccino and mentioning that killer loves ccino. ccino just so tired muttering that he shouldn't. That ccino is too broken to love or deserve love. Killer doens't agree. He is okay with just being allowed to hold ccino.) Dust!!

FRIEND!! I got THOUGHTS about Dust!

I fully agree wiht him staying a crime lord and just being undefeated. Untill!! The magic disapears and normal weather returns. It getting out of control SO FAST. Dust losing control of the stronger storma dn his soul having had the time it needed to fully grow to be able to handle it better (the two year difference and what it does) Dust is terrified the spell will end up killing him over just knocking him out. (in reality it DOES kill him a few times. It just zaps his soul so harshly it cracks before melting it back togehter. I imagine that Dust's soul, both here and in the real newage story, looks like Kintsugi pots. you know like repaired with gold but here it is like solidified mana which in dust's case is purple)

Anyway, Dust goes searching for a mage to help him. Maybe he finds outer first and outer after checking just shaking his skull. this is too complex for him. He can't do that. He is so sorry... But outer mentions... that there is a genius mage in another land. on another continent. If anyway knows how to help you handle that spell? It is Geno.

Outer writes Dust a note. Like a magical summon adn reference kinda deal wiht a magical seal. To enable Dsut to travel to the heart of the kingdom and request an auditions with the royal mage of reaper. The highest Mage and most powerful mage in the fucking lands. (mage and wizard priviledges. Using one of those seals is SERIOUS business. Because if you use the seal for something not worthy? you lose those seal priviledges.)

Dust travels there. Shows the note and is let in. and gets to meet the royal mage and king of the land. Geno and reaper.

Dust first gives the note. Geno reads it and looks curious. a spell encasing a soul? Sharing power and energy? That is a VERY fascinating concept.

Dust doens't like being looked at like the case study. Because it happens RIGHT away. but geno agrees to help. Which means showing the soula dn spell. Dust HATES it but he needs ti. worse is the way that Geno looks fucking excited. He looks THRILLED when Dust shows him the very thing Killing him. (and reviving but Dust doens't know that.)

And that is how it goes. They find him magic dampers to help him control the storm and make it less painful. Then Genoa dn dsut have the magical sessions and soul sessions and Dust feels so exposed and feels ill with being looked at like an experiment but dust NEEDS this. He needs to life and learn to control this stupid storm if he ever wants to see his family again. So he endures.

Worse is that Geno and Reaper still fall in love. Because Dust needs to stay in the castle for his own health reasons. (Dust dropped a few times. His soul starting to give out and had to be revived a few times. so they make sure dust remains close to where the healers and they are to help him back up) Dust still learns his gift and love for horses. He sneaks around. He is still mysterious and aloof. And Geno and Reaper can't help but fall.

Problem? Because of the whole... being looked at like a study case fro the start? I don't think dust will EVER fall for either Geno or Reaepr in this timeline. He can't. Not after what happened. Not after the very thing he fears and hates happening. He can't see them in any other way (in normal Newage dust falls in love BEFORE Geno does his mess up. Meaning that even if it hurt Dust was still in love. Which jsut makes the hurt worse)

Anyway. So Dust doens't love or like Geno and Reaper but knows he owns them so much. So when Geno just starts to feel things for Dust? Dust is even less in a position to say no or decline. Becuase before it was nightmare's treaty on the line. Now? Dust quite literally has a life debt to them both AND they are still helping him recover enough to even be able to life wihtout his magic overcharging and killer himself and everyone around him.

Dust is terrified that if he says no to anything that the support would stop (it wouldn't stop. they would still help him) so... he agrees to it all... It isn't like it is that big of a deal anyway. What is handholding and kissing and making out or even sex compared to them already having seen your soul because you are their science experiment?

Eventually it comes out. Probbaly at the WORST possible moment. Because Reaepr and geno both think the three of them are just dating. Like going WELL dating as they are already sleeping together and everything.

Then geno just says something like "That was perfect" or "That was amazing!" or just that he is so happy.

And dsut wonders and just asks "is... does that mean..." And he frowns and Reaper and Geno are SO SURE Dust will ask if they love him or that he loves them and then "Is the debt repaid?"

It is like a fucking stab through their souls. So after some very pointed questions and Dust realising he messed up and trying to backtrack because damnit aparentyl he wasn't suposed to mention it? but they were kinda joking and talking about marriage and Dust had been nervous because that is a bit far to have to repay but he is only alive because of them so maybe?

Adn it gets out just how Dust saw the relationship. Geno and Reaper are HORRIFIED.

And there is no fixing it. Because Dust is convinced he is just an science experiment and fun past time. There is no convincing him otherwise because that was the reality. ANd it had been the reality for a while.

It does explain to geno and Reaper why Dust would reject any presents or gifts or anything. Dust didn't want to add to his debt and it makes them both sick that that is how he thought about their relationship.

The worst part is... Dust is soon healed. Which means he can leave. and Reaper and Geno don't WANT him to leave because they do love him. hoenstly. And they want to hav eDust with them. Mostly because they just love him but also to make sure that they can prove to him that they hoenstly love him. to prove to him that they honestly care.

But for that they would have to lock him up because Dust WANTS to leave. it is obvious.

In the end Geno adn Reaper just had to let Dust go. (they obviously made sure he got things for the trip and extra money nad gold and had a crystal in case of emergencies if his soul and storm gave him trouble.) they wouldn't let him go without at least making sure he is ready for the trip. Dust muttered about just owning them more and both tried to reassure him there is no debt. (which is what they had been trying since they found out.)

Dust also gets his own horse from them. and he leaves. (geno has SO MANY tracking spells on him. Just because they ARE worried and want to make sure he is okay.)

dust meanwhile? He just goes home. He is mostly cured now. He knows how to handle his spell and storm. So he goes back home. His family is very happy to have him home and he is happy there.

Horror honestly has the least going on with him with this chance. As you said. The family never managed to move in. Or maybe they moved in when Dream lost the crown? but only then.

But as we established. horror woudl never get the chance to grow and become a trusted worker becuase well...everyone was worried about him and so careful with him. Horror is sad aboutit but he loves his family and knows they love him so much and just show they care.

I think Horror woudl always remain with his family. Feeling like he is a burden because he can't do anything to help them. But he is loved and he loves them. And In many ways he is one of the ones with the better faith even if he feels unfulfilled nad aimless and without direction.

Cross is the refuge! He makes his way to reaper's country (and because he is just another refuge and just another person trying to find his way he never got the chance to directly interact with Reaper, Geno or Dust.)

Cross settles and does some odd jobs until he manages to find a more secure job. Maybe he becomes a guard. or maybe. after what happened before he just doens't trust himself with those type of jobs. He can't trust his judgement and doens't want people to connect the dots between the old cross who was the most loyal soldier of xgaster. instead. he just does odd jobs until he finds a good and wellpaying job in the tavern and on the docks as someone who helps thes hips unload (yes cross has two jobs ebcause this boy can not stand staying still and having time for himself and his thoguhts. He wants to keep busy so two jobs) as a result he has a reasonable amount of money for who he is.

I don't think Cross ever falls in love. everyone who flirts with him is a bit TOO direct and makes cross anxious. He of course continues to have many many many crushes but those are just for him to enjoy and talk about with his fellow tavern workers.

I DO however think. It would only be fair that this cross gets to meet epic. another refuge. They hit it off and become besties. Cross deserves the chance to have a bestie. Epic and Cross laugh and hang out. (also. Epic is 100% clairvoyant and keeps talking about how things are all wrong and this shouldn't be this way. epic adores and love shis friend. but he knows this isn't how it is meant to be.) ((on that note. I think Epic should still be in the main story. still the same clairvoyant. the catch is that epic is the same across all the different timelines. the other people change. Epic is just always the same. (same for N lmao). Like how his magic eye plays into it lmao but that is just a random idea))

Error!! OMG! I am so happy for Fresh?! Fresh manages to catch Error, probably causing CHAOS in the already chaotic state of affairs. You just know that the guards were rude and manhandled error. Only for fresh to finally catch up to his little brother and probably USE the parasite power to make sure that whoever touched his little brother can never do that ever again.

Fresh adn Error hug and Fresh just holding Error and just muttering 'thank you gods. thank you for giving him back to him. thank you.' because he is so relieved.

and error. error who was convinced fresha dn geno jsut didn't love him anymore and didn't want him around anymore. being held close as fresh just MURDERED people who hurt him.

Error mentions he doens't understand... he thought they didn't want to deal with error anymore...why else did you both leave?

and fresh just holding error so close because that hurt to hear and he just mutters to error that he loves him so much and he swears he will explain everything to him and why he acted the way he did but fresh reassures him that it was NEVER him. it was never error who did anything wrong. (fresh now also being painfully aware of how he always rejected error when error wanted to hug him or get close. fresh did it to protect his little brother of course but that doesn't chance the fact he still did. Fresh realising just how much he has hurt Error be doing this over and over again.

Dude you thought your killer and dust parts were long ahhaha I am jsut as bad.

I just can't go as far wth horror and cross either because well. as you said. limited options that are realistic for them. because cross didn't get on the boat because of innk and ink was there because of dream planning the revolution (at least partly) so that stops there.

and you mentioned how horror sneaks into the kingdom with his fam to help their fam when it was chaotic with nightmare tkaing over the ruling. which also never happened so they remained locked outside.

okay! That was the reply!! No more holding it hostage :3

[anfie-in-the-box]

Fluffynightkiller Week

Notes

I am late, but not quite? This was written before the fifth day of the challenge, but I felt insecure about this piece so I didn't post it. It's My Hero Academia x UTMV crossover where Ccino works for Dream in a cafe right in front of the greatest hero school in the world, and Dream's twin Night is Ccino's significant other and also a villain Nightmare visits the cafe regularly. Only this time is special — Night is also in love with one of his villain subordinates, Killer, and it's the day Night's two lovers meet each other. Killer — or, rather, Target, specifically when he's around civilians, like Nightmare and Night, — so, Killer is interested in the coffee boy his boss is so fond of, but Ccino... Oh, would you look at that. Ccino finds himself mesmerised to the point when usual shyness leaves him.

Also, for those who are not familiar with MHA, it's a world where almost everyone has a Quirk — a special ability from making your eyes change colour to super strength to, well, those I saw fit for the characters of this piece.

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Day 5: Red

Ccino is, by all means, a background character. His Quirk is nothing special — an oddly specific passive ability to measure drinkable liquids exactly like another person wants their beverage to be. That's why he works at a cafe — a normal job, as plain as he is. What's unusual about it is that the said cafe is the nearest to the UTMV — the best hero university in the world. Their guests are both teachers — real Pro Heroes — and stidents, the future of their world. It's such an honor to serve them, and Ccino is forever grateful to Dream for hiring him straight after graduation. The place has become his second home.

Ccino's first home has always been by Night's side. They grew up in the same orphanage — Dream, his brother Night, and Ccino, a couple of years younger than the twins. And if Dream was a star — no, the sun — everyone loved and praised him and his Positive Aura, a perfect Quirk for heroics, — then Night with his Negative Aura was an eclipse, leaving everyone uneasy and volatile. And then there was Ccino, suffering from depression in his young age and being blamed and gaslighted by everyone. He barely felt the effect of the Positive Aura and found sanctuary and validation in the Negative Aura. Then, when they were all teenagers, Ccino realised he's long since fallen in love with Night. And there was no way he'd stay quiet.

So he confessed. He still remembers how soft Night's features and voice got in response. Ccino was blessed to see a rare genuine smile, too. Night warned Ccino their relationship won't be easy, hinted at his plans after he leaves the orphanage, but Ccino wasn't afraid.

That was before.

Now, he's washing the tables after a busy day. When the bells chime, he smiles widely and turns around, expecting to see Night — for the first time not alone but with someone special.

They talked about it a lot during the last month. When Night admitted he also loves another person, Ccino was ready to let him go. Only it wasn't what Night wanted — he loves them both and doesn't want to lose either of them. Could Ccino do this? Share his beloved with someone else? Of course he could, the answer was. He already did. Night used every opportunity to see Ccino, but still was a busy monster. Nightmare, the most nefarious Villain in the world, and his group of misfits.

And today Ccino is meeting one of his subordinates, the one who cought not only attention but also affection of the King of Negativity. Must be someone truly special.

Not that Ccino is special himself. He's just lucky he and Night are childhood sweethearts who never grew apart...

Ccino takes a step forward to hug Night and greet his another love. Only words fail him — he lowers his gaze to the brightest part of the two, a red heart-shaped soul, glowing and swirling gently. He can't look away.

Night chuckles fondly, "Enthralling, isn't he?"

Of course he notices where Ccino's gaze is attracted.

Ccino blushes and tries to pull himself together, barely managing to squeak, "Anything to drink?"

"We both know you already know," Night teases.

"Yeah, right... I'll just, uh, go. Give me a minute."

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Ccino might just have a problem. That problem is not two Villains in elegant costumes sitting near the window of the cafe, chatting — although it looks like Killer talks and Night listens. Also, yeah, he knows who Killer is, even with his soul stable and heart-shaped. He watches the news from time to time. There are lots of soul conditions and mutations in the world of Quirks, so no one pays much attention if any at all. And so Killer is unrecognisable to the public. Just get civilian clothes and control determination and hate leaking from his sockets.

Anyway. The problem is that Ccino can't tear his eye-lights away from Killer's soul. He can't help it, weak before its beauty and captivation. He's just like that with Night, and Night knows it.

Ccino really, really wants to touch Killer's red and white soul. For moment, it's all he sees — and he knows Night knows, the empath that he is.

Ccino is sure to make a fool of himself at least once.

"Here's your coffee, and your tea. I hope you like it." Ccino says awkwardly but serving the cups masterfully.

Then he sits down in front of Night and Killer. And it's so... they're both so...

It's rude to stare, but Ccino's already gone. He's warm all over, and his hands itch to touch, to caress.

Killer gives him a charming smile. Night watches them fondly and finally says, "Ccino, this is Killer. Please call him Target whenever he's in civilian clothes. Killer, this is Ccino."

"Would you look at that, the legendary coffee boy is right in front of me, and what a sight!" Killer — Target?.. — sips his coffee and grins slyly, "It's actually perfect! How about I give you something in return?"

Flustered, Ccino lowers his gaze, but mumbles, "Could I someday touch your soul?.."

Target's grin widens. "...Well, I did not expect that, but you know what? Sure, do it!"

Just like that?!

But Ccino really, really wants to... The red glow lures him closer, makes him forget all rules and limitations. He side-eyes Night — touching someone's soul is so very intimate, after all. But Night nods in Target's direction and smiles softly. So Ccino, supported by them both, lets himself give in to the magnetic desire to touch.

He does, leaning forward over the table and finally touching the heart-shaped target. It's exhilarating in an absolutely different way from Night, and yet so very pleasant. Red glow grows brighter, warming Ccino's own soul. Does Target trust him that much already?..

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The three of them talk a lot, mostly Target and Ccino who need to get to know each other better. Or maybe don't need, exactly, but definitely want to.

Night hugs Ccino and kisses him goodbye, and then Target demands a kiss as well, and looking at them doesn't feel like betrayal or jealousy.

It feels like home.

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Credits

Ccino © black-nyanko

Nightmare © jokublog

Killer © rahafwabas

Fluffynightkiller Week © @help-im-a-gay-fish

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Notes

I'm still not satisfied with this, but hopefully someone else will be. I'd also really appreciate feedback, both from people familiar and unfamiliar with My Hero Academia.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and take care 🌻

[mimicsapprentice]

I was trying to sleep last night & was having so many thoughts about my UTMVs. Mainly about my Dream variants actually. Which. I love figuring out how all of this works :D In LFUMV (Lil Fucked-Up Multiverse), poor Dream is having a terrible time of it. He's actually a uh Dust!Dream. It was only last night I really figured out exactly what that would entail; how it would work and how he would have come about. (This fact is also a 'clue' as to why there are 2 Nightmare in this MV.) He's not exactly acting as a very good guardian of positivity right about now but I think he is trying his best.... He could probably use some friends & companions but out of my cast list, idk who would be with him / on his side? Ink most definitely not; idk what i'm doing with Swap yet; maybe Cross but that is Very up in the air if it would fit (but also..... maybe very fun if I did!? considering who/what he is here); also maybe Ccino but???????? TBH I have 0 clue what i'm doing with, for example, Core!Frisk so they are still also a possible companion to Dream. As a note, I am saying things like Dust!Dream or Killer!Ink but I am taking certain liberties with the modifying AUs. Mainly taking the base character & shaping them towards / in the vein of the mod AU. Rather than a 1 to 1 fit.

[oooooo you wanna ask me what I am doing with all the other guys I know about for my cast soooo badly /lh /nf]

So i have this little horrible fucked-up bad-end terrible-time UTMV AU verse and I suddenly got to thinking, what am I going to do with Color? I didn't know anything about him when I first thought it up but now I do & knowing what I do about Color & Killer!? I think something needs to be done about him but what. For context in this MV rather than regular Killer, it's actually a Killer!Ink*. But what would pair well that I could do to poor Color....?

* Also thanks to everyone making such good Killer lore docs / info-dumps that allowed me to flesh out this idea and figure out how that would actually work. Y'all rock ✌️

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

The Night of the First Mistake

Sequel to

Synopsis: pre X-orcist, almost a year after Nightmare's death, Dream is still not on top of his grief and causes him to resort to desperate measures.

Tw mentions of death/dead loved ones.

X-orcist au belongs to me and @zu-is-here

Dreams, Demons and Desires is by me.

Enjoy

Almost a year had past since he'd last seen Nightmare. The skeleton couldn't say he had mourned him, but the news of his death had been unfortunate to say the least. Who could have seen someone like Nightmare dying in such a preventable way? Not him, that's for sure.

He was a friend... Or at least a friendly acquaintance, clearly he'd not been quite close enough to Night's inner circle to be invited to the funeral. He'd never even met Night's brother. Despite that, the news of his parting had deeply saddened him and every so often, he thought of him with a sigh.

A good customer and a good person.

This evening, Nightmare played at his thoughts again, probably drudged up by the anniversary of the accident approaching, he hadn’t meant to make note of the day, but he had. a few weeks would be the anniversary of the day he heard the news. 

He thought back to a year ago, a few weeks before his death. The words he’d said about his brother and the increasing frustration about his sinful thoughts. Killer didn't judge him for such feelings, he was no stranger to sin.

Other then that, there was nothing at all strange about this night.

Tonight, just like any night, he was in his shop and the counter. It was a cold October and pretty soon he'd be closing up.

It was dark and chilly in his shop and had a strangely pungent smell, which hit the moment you walked in. A mix of crushed herbs and spices, old books and stale coffee.

An old set of scales sat on the counter top in front of him, as did a till, several glass jars and containers and a large collection of dirty coffee mugs.

Behind him there was a large book case full of many strange books. Ones with faded titles, ones with thick leather bindings, some with large strains spreading across the covers or pieces missing. If you asked him, he'd liked to have said that he'd read all of them... But there were a few he hadn't. He wasn't much of a reader outside of this collection.

As he nursed yet another cup of coffee from the café next door, he tapped his slender skeleton fingers on the counter top. He was bored.

With a glance at the clock, he decided today that he could close up early. It was his shop after all, he made the rules. A small collection of trinkets and charms hung around his neck and clinked together against his old coat, as he got to his feet.

Just as he prepared to take today's earnings from the till to count it, he heard the door and a jingle of the shop bell, indicating someone had entered.

He set an empty eye socket in their direction as they froze, looking nervous.

The person was new, but also something about them was strangely familiar. After scanning them for a moment, his face twisted into a sly smile upon realising who the new comer could be. He turned his face to them fully, staring his pitch eyes right through them. They tensed, which amused him slightly.

"well hello Little Light.... How may I help you"

Dream seemed taken back slightly by the pet name. It wasn't something he was used to. His hands fused with the fastening on his coat.

"uhh Hello.....I’m..... Uh.."

The shop keep chuckled again. Such nervous behaviour wasn't something he saw often from his customers. Looks like it was going to be an interesting night and to think, he was going to close up.

"nervous Lil light?"

Dream once again tensed and shuddered slightly.

"Please.... Don't call me that" he stammered slightly before taking a breath "My name is Dream"

The shop keepers grin got even wider and it made a chill run up Dream's spine. There was something extremely unnerving about this skeleton. Maybe it was the emptiness of his eyes or the strange carvings around them, but Dream was sure that it was more then that.

The atmosphere of the shop was very unsettling and kind of cramped in Dream’s opinion. There were many trinkets, stones, crystals and small animal bones stacked neatly on the shelves. It was this, along with bags of salt and bundles of sage and garlic, that reassured him he was in the right place for what he needed. 

"Dream huh?.... Thought so" he said in a low tone "I'm so glad to finally meet you"

The nervous shifting of his hands continued, as Dream once again tensed even further. He was acting friendly, but it still felt ever so slightly...off.

"h-how do you know me?"

"I knew your brother and I'd recognise that pendant I sold him anywhere" he said, with his eyes looking at Dream's chest.

Dreams fingers quickly shot to the star charm hanging from his neck, and gripped it tight. Looks like this was the right place.

"Not to mention there's your golden eyes" he  continued, shifting his gaze straight into Dream's eye sockets. It was strange how Dream knew where he was looking, even without eye lights.

"he often talked about them......He was right when he said they were very beautiful if I do say so myself~"

Dreams face blushed slightly, but he felt a familiar twist in this chest at the mention of Nightmare and a sinking feeling when he was reminded how Night felt about him. His brother had often complimented his eyes.....

He'd just never really understood it was more then brotherly affection. At least until now.

"I.... Uh" Dream said before clearing his throat "You're Killer.... Aren't you?"

Flexing his fingers, Killer nodded. The grin didn't leave his face.

"looks like my reputation proceeds me"

Dream let go of his necklace and a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "I thought it might be you.... Based off something he wrote in his diary".

Before Night's accident, Dream had never even considered reading his diary. That was just a basic code of conduct. However, after his death, it became something Dream had often thought about. The diary, and everything else Nightmare owned, now belonged to him. For that reason he'd taken the book out of Nightmare's room.

However, he'd just kept it on his bedside table for almost a year before he finally had the courage to read it.

It had mostly been a fond look over some old memories, some good and some bad. But there were also passages about his feelings for Dream, sometimes written confessions addressed him. Every word was full of truth, longing and pain. Dream had felt it all.

Those had been hard to read, but he'd not skipped a single page and read them each through several times.

Nearer the end of the book, Nightmare had started talking about his interest in the supernatural. Dream remembered his twin getting fascinated in that and spending long evenings talking with him about it over tea and biscuits.

One thing Dream hadn't known about, where his trips to the next town over, where he wrote about finding this shop and the shop keep. This had been where the interest started. It was this that had lead Dream to come here.

"right..." Killer said, downing what was left in his coffee mug and setting in on the counter top.

"well.... What can I help you with?"

Yeah.. Nightmare had written that Killer was always one to cut to the point. Dream knew that what he was going to ask sounded insane and he wasn't even fully sure if Killer was the right person to ask. But at this point he was desperate, he just needed to know. With his grip returning to his brothers pendent, he remembered who he was doing this for.

He took a deep breath.

"Can you bring people back from the dead?"

Killer didn't react visibly to that. But he drew out a long silence. After a little Dream was sure he saw his jaw clench. The silence was completely deafening, broken only by the sound of Killer's fingers tapping the counter top. Dream figured that he was probably struggling to think what to say. After what felt like a life time, he spoke.

"I specialise in charms and equipment for preventative measures to stop spirits inhabiting homes....I do not....." he paused

"I don't try and bring the dead to the living realms".

Dreams face fell. He really shouldn't have been so disappointed, it was a crazy ask. But with the way Killer spoke and what he sold in the shop, he'd felt so close to what he wanted. But maybe it really was just impossible.

He felt tears threatening to spill, he just couldn't take all this guilt anymore. All he wanted to do was tell his brother he was sorry. That night. That kiss. That dam horribly wonderful kiss...and that car. 

"however...." Killer continued.

Dream felt hope flush through at those words and stood up slightly straighter. Killer turned his back to dream and started looking over the bookshelves behind the counter.

He didn't say a word, as Dream curiously watched him. He ran his thumb across the spines of several of the oldest and most dusty looking of them, eventually plucking out a large leather bound book with silver straps.

He walked back over, blowing dust off it as he did, and set it down on the counter with a light thud. The cover was extremely dusty and the leather was cracked and split in several places, yet the title still read fairly clearly and Dreams felt his heart skipped a beat.

The Practice of a Necromancer. Vol one of three. Summoning, Controlling and Banishing.

"I've not read this one fully, but it's been in my collection for years.... I suppose this would be the right place to look"

With that, he slowly opened the book and very carefully started to turn its pages. The paper was completely yellowed and clearly very fragile. There were no photographs, only hand done drawings of various items and also what looked like people, but with strange and uncanny faces. There were also other frightening images that Dream was trying not to look at.

Killer eventually stopped and ran his finger across a page.

"ah ha" he said "to summon a spirit into the living world"

He read over the text for a moment, as Dream watched impatiently. Killer knitted his non-existent eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.

"this stuff sounds overly complicated to me..... so I guess I'm not sure really"

But Dream didn't really seem to be playing much attention to Killer's words now. He was so desperately trying to read the text upside-down. Reading was something that Dream always struggled with anyway, so reading upside down would be near impossible. He reached forward to try and pull the book to him.

But he jumped back in surprise as Killer slapped his hand across the book, sending some dust into the air.

"now now now not so hasty Lil Light" he said returning back to a sweet tone, as he said the a pet name that made Dream's toes curl.

In his haste Dream had forgotten that this was a shop, not a library, so of course he wouldn't just hand it over.

The smaller skeleton knew that the book was probably pricey so it's not like Killer would just let him have it. It was clearly very old and Dream worried that he wouldn't have enough for it, but if he had to pay all the money he had to buy it. He would.

Reaching inside of his pocket, Dream pulled out a bundle of paper money and placed it on the counter and next to the book. Killer looked at it for a moment, before he took it and counted how much money was in the bundle. He ran his fingers across the notes, looking as if he was very tempted and contemplating his next move.

But then, much to Dream's disappointment, he put it back down on the counter.

"I don't want your money dream... That's not what I meant"

An unhappy wine left Dream's mouth, as Killer proceeded to hand his money back to him. Just as he was about to ask why, Killer cut him off.

"it's not for sale"

"but what if I just borro-

"or for rent or loan"

Dreams soul twisted. This felt so Incredibly unfair. He wasn't ever one to really get angry or feel hatred for people. But why had Killer gotten this book down if he didn't intend to sell it? Was he just trying to mess with him?

It was that moment that he wasn't sure he really liked Killer all that much.

He sighed.

"h-how come? Can I do anything to change your mind?"

Killer sadly shook his head.

"Dream....... I like to read the stuff for research purposes not for a practical use"

Dream opened his mouth to object, but killer silenced him.

"and I don't care what you say... but I don't think you're just interested in the topic"

Dream tried very hard not to show disappointment on his face, but of course Killer picked up on it. It upset him that his intentions were so easy to guess. Then again he'd opened with 'can you bring people back from the dead'.

He really should have asked in a different way. Feeling like an idiot, he tried to say that he wasn't intending to use the book in practice. But Killer once again shook his head.

He stood up slightly and gave Dream a sympathetic look, or a sympathetic as he could make it through his cold eyes.

"look....I know you miss him and that's ok I've lost people myself to" he said in a uncharacteristically gentle tone, which sounded fake. 

Dream looked at his feet.

"but the dead need to be left dead. Trying to bring them back never ends well, Nightmare wouldn't want you to get hurt trying to help him"

Dreams eyes stayed fixed on the floor, not wanting to look at killer any longer. He didn't want him to see him cry. He didn't want to look like a baby. Just as he was going to try arguing again, behind him he heard the shop door open and the bell ring

He looked back at Killer seeing he'd straightened up.

"K-killer...." came a soft but slightly panicked voice.

Curiously, Dream looked over his shoulder at the source of the voice. It was another skeleton stood by the door.

In all his life, Dream had never seen someone look to tired. They seem to be slightly younger then Dreams age but it was hard to tell how much. Their appearance was clearly young, but the huge bags under their eyes aged their face several years. The most notable thing about them was that their eye lights where small, indicating that they were on edge.

They were wearing a oversized cream knitted sweater and had a maroon scarf decorated with a paw print pattern tide around their neck. They fiddled with it as their eyes a looked at Killer and then to Dream.

From where he was, Dream could also see them wearing several of the necklaces and charms that Killer a sold, as well as a few layers of bandages around their arms.

Killer hastily exited from behind the counter and approached them.

"Hey Cappuccino......." he said, trying again to sound soft.

Ccino wasted no time in burying his head to Killers chest and wrapping his arms around him.

In response, Killer stumbled slightly and looked momentarily taken back and very uncomfortable. After a moment he sigh, before gently placing an hand on his back.

"hey.....it's ok ya wimp... I'm guessing they're back right?"

Ccino simply nodded, Killer sighed.

"Dream can you show yourself out? I've got to take care of this, we're closing anyway. I'm sorry I couldn't help you better"

As Killer attempted to comfort the shaking skeleton, Dream turned his attention back to the book in front of him. It was just within his reach, the page was tantalising.

It was so clear, a set instructions of the exact thing he'd need to do to reach his goal. 

Killer's warning played in his mind. 

But he knew what he was doing right? It was his brother, what did Killer really know about what Nightmare would have wanted. He didn't know how.... Close... They were. At least he thought he knew.

It was a split second choice.

As Killer continued to try and comfort his companion, he saw Dream hastily exit the shop without saying another word. He stared at the door.

It didn't feel right. 

He narrowed his eyes and stepped back from Ccino slightly.

"hang on"

He walked back to the counter and was relieved to see that the book was still there, however a moment later he noticed something else that make him freeze and curse under his breath.

"what's wrong?" Ccino asked, walking up next to him.

Killer didn't answer and instead picked up his book and looked at it closely to confirm what he saw. When he saw he was right, he near growled.

"Killer?" Ccino asked not seeing the problem.

"look....."Killer said quietly.

He ran his finger down the spine where the pages joined together. Once you looked closely you could see the remnants of torn paper sticking out.

"he took the page"

references coming soon.

[zu-is-here]

I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE OUR TWO LITTLE BOYS. IT'S ABOUT TIME WE SEE WHAT WENT WRONG (☆^O^☆)

I'm calming down, I'm calming down... but not my brain. I can't wait. I'm seriously like this °˖ ✧◝(○ ヮ ○)◜✧˖ °

(๑>◡<๑)♡

(more asks by you guys are here! ☆)

I was so surprised to receive this ask of yours before the premiere cause the things you said are SO close to what I tried to implement in the animation itself... (*⁰▿⁰*) How did you read my mind?? My respect to you ★

And you correctly noticed the fact about Killer's clothes remaining the same =) He has his motives to stay and keep "the game" on, and that's what Nightmare can't accept when Killer appears in their "new" reality from time to time, even despite his own changing to the better side.

Nightmare does want to live a new life and forget about the past he did so many mistakes in, and perhaps he would like Killer to be in this new reality too, but Killer stays and unwittingly keeps reminding him of his dark times.

They both are really needlessly complex about themselves and with each other, and that's what makes easy things so hard. Again, thank you so much for delving into their characters, it's gonna be an interesting work on them... ♪

And thank you so much! (〃ω〃) I'm really flattered to hear that you enjoyed it <3

Everyone at these two: Just. Do it!! XD

Привет! <3 Это до сих пор остаётся загадкой личным между ними двумя, так что ты ничего не пропустил ☆

P. S. Приятно слышать, благодарю! (〃ω〃)

(༶ૢ˃̵̑◡˂̵̑༶ૢ) I'm really happy to know that this effect worked right, thank you sooo much!! <3

Awww it's so nice to hear it!! Thank you a looot, AC (〃ω〃) Maybe, maybe... ♪

Дя~ (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)♪

It's my pleasure╰(*´︶`*)╯Thank you guys a lot! ♡

Such a great analysis, I wouldn't expect anything less by you (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

You're absolutely right about Nightmare uncovering himself on his way to Killer; about getting remind about his past self by Killer and Cross as well; about struggling with meeting Ccino ★

This part of the song is just what made me think about them, and I love these ideas of yours about the reasons behind (๑>◡<๑)

Coincidence? Who knows. (˶ ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ˶)♪

[fuck-it-icons]

About me

Name: call me fuyu/fuyuhiko or Earth

Pronouns: He/him, she/her, ey/em, hush/hushs (do not use they/it for me)

Age: 23 yrs old

Gender: intersex two spirit panfluidflux

Orientation: bisexual (mostly mlw and nblnb) Alloaro greyromantic cupiosexual

Side notes: indigenous and wp, part of a didsys, adhd/autism/ocd/drepression/anxiety/ptsd, pagan as fuck and ok with making some muturals , im both physically and developmentally disabled.

Favorite dr characters: fuyuhiko, toko, komaru, monaca, sakura, aoi, ibuki, peko, teruteru(ik he can be shitty, but im allowed to have one problematic blorbo), yasahiro, miu and kiibo.

I also really like: kyoko, kyoto, junko, celeste, mondo, nekomaru, soda, gundham, chiaki, mikan, masaru, chisa, gonta and tsumugi.

Favorite utmv/underverse/sans au sanses: blue, dream, ink, dust, fresh, error, Paperjam, swapfell red/rotten, outer and cross

I also like: nightmare, killer, fell, geno and ccino

[diofasolia]

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#and a lil' shout out to the members of the dark cream family <3 since a year ago this same day i got the courage to post mimosa and from

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#5

Every story has a begining

And our story begins at a small, cozy coffee shop. Where our three protagonist has their first encounter…

Studioverse by @zu-is-here and many others headcanons

Original Killer by @rahafwabas

Original Nightmare by @jokublog

Original Ccino by @black-nyanko

Fluffynightkiller Week by @help-im-a-gay-fish

*******

Soooo the first day of Fluffynightkiller Week is here ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

(yes I'm going to make music again:-)

And I have a silly idea that "what if the movie Fluffynightkiller gets their own soundtrack?"

Like every prompt of the day is a movie ost (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

The music cover drawing is how I picture the movie poster might look like, it's a weird one but I think it's kinda okay????

The music sheets is here ヾ(･ω･*)ﾉ

76 notes • Posted 2021-05-29 12:10:02 GMT

#4

"I'm not sure if there'll be a happy ever after ending for us…"

"Yet I'm no longer afraid."

"Because I know you and me are gonna reach the end hand in hand."

Cross!Sans by @jakei95

Dream by @jokublog

Shattered Dream by @shattereddreamsau

Dark Cream Week by @zu-is-here

(notes to self: never attempt to draw skeleton hands again because it's too difficult—)

The last day of Dark Cream Week is here!!

Which is also my favorite day!

After countless despairs, Dream and Cross still manage to stay by each other's side

There's nothing can defeat them as long as the love between them never die

I'm so glad I manage to participate the DC Week project, it really pushes past my limit (I mean I never knew that I can compose seven pieces in three weeks—) and also seeing many kind and talented artists' incredible creations!

It just makes me so delightful uwu

Thank you for hosting this Dark Cream Week project, Zu!! (☆▽☆)(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Also I want to give a special thank you to @kotikaleo

You may not remember but your encouragement words is what making me able to complete the week project uwu uwu

77 notes • Posted 2021-03-16 12:11:26 GMT

#3

Random thoughts about

Fluffynightkiller✨

So I'm just thinking about this headcanon where Ccino, Killer and Nightmare finally get married

And of course it's a BIG NEWS. I'd like to think the media all around the world is going crazy about this polygamous marriage. Because not only Killer and Nightmare are icons for the poly community but also they spent years to fight for the legal rights of their marriage

That's when a director comes up an idea of making a movie about the three skeletons

(because that's be honest, the love story between Killer, Nightmare and Ccino are just too dramatic and legendary to not make it into a movie—)

At first, Nightmare refuses the director immediately. He doesn't want to draw more attention to their relationship. Killer, on the other hand, it's not really against the idea of making a movie about their love story

As for Ccino, he's not really that surprised when his husbands tell him the news. Ccino knows how famous Killer and Nightmare are, so is pretty normal for some people want to know more about their relationship. Overall, he's a bit anxious about the idea of making a movie but also find it interesting as well

Director "so…do you guys agree on making a film about the story between you three?"

Nightmare "…fine, we'll do it. But only on one condition"

Director "okay! What is it?"

Killer "our sweet marshmallow will be in the film too"

Director "but…Mr. Ccino isn't an actor, we can find another person—"

Nightmare "he WILL be in the movie or else"

That's just say Ccino is absolutely shocked when he learns he's gonna be a role in the movie too

Ccino "what? I'm gonna play a role in the film? But I not an actor like you guys! I can't act!"

Killer "who says you have to act? It's OUR story! You just need to be yourself and focus on me or Night~"

Ccino "so what's the name of the movie? It's not going to be so cliche name like 'neverending love' or something, right?"

In the end, the three skeletons having a brainstorm about what name to call their movie

The result?

Well, the movie's name it's a bit long but they seem to like it very much

It's called—

"Fluffynightkiller"

Studio verse by @zu-is-here

Original Nightmare by @jokublog

Original Killer by @rahafwabas

Original Ccino by @black-nyanko

Tagging @help-im-a-gay-fish @jann-the-bean @yuriyuruandyuraart @dragon-tamer-1 @kotikaleo

I'm not sure if I tag people right, there are many people that bursting ideas about this ship

So if I make some mistakes, I'm sorry (θ‿θ)

77 notes • Posted 2021-05-02 18:06:43 GMT

#2

Okay, I finally did it (ㆁωㆁ)

The dtiys by @zu-is-here!!

Original version by super amazing Zu!

Sorry I can't draw their hands or arms or waist

I nearly lose my sanity just to sketch them out (ʘᴗʘ✿)

Funny thing: My irl friend says dtiys to me is destroy this in your style XD

To be honest I don't really have an "art style"

Need to PRACTICE MORE ᕙ(＠°▽°＠)ᕗ

The rough sketch is in here ↓↓

80 notes • Posted 2021-04-07 11:42:03 GMT

#1

"No…! Tell me…this isn't real…"

"Oh, but it is, my dear…"

"…and don't pretend it's all just a bad dream."

Cross!Sans by @jakei95

Dream by @jokublog

Shattered Dream by @shattereddreamsau

Dark Cream Week by @zu-is-here

I decide to compose some music for the Dark Cream Week(◍•ᴗ•◍)(◍•ᴗ•◍)

And here it is! The music piece of day one is in the structure of string quartet.

The melody of first violin represents Dream struggling against his corruption while the second violin represents Cross, who's trying to make Dream come back to his senses.

These are my music sheets (ㆁωㆁ)(ㆁωㆁ)

139 notes • Posted 2021-03-10 15:17:11 GMT

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[reshramlove1ob]

can you make a list of all the invertedverse characters?

(Note: Not all of these characters have been revealed yet.)

Dream-pansexual Genderfluid

Imp-bisexual male

Ink-straight male

Cross-bisexual male

Blue-straight male

Caramel-straight female

Sci-aromantic male

Reaper-gay male

Geno-gay male

Bill-bisexual male

404-straight male

Fallacy-straight female

Nightmare-gay(?) Genderfluid

Killer-pansexual male

Dust-straight male

Horror-straight male

Lust-bisexual trans

Janice-straight female

Boris-straight male

Beverly-angry gremlin

Sunbreak-unknown

Moonstone-unknown

Sapphire-bisexual female

Outer-gay MAN

Opal-aromantic trans

Usama-unknown

Silver-pansexual wolfman

Tania-unknown

Jack-straight male

Ccino-gay boy

Coffee-unknown

Clay-straight man

Swad-unknown

Goomy-unkown

Kelly-unknown

Jenna-unknown

Marble-yes

The following characters are not cannon but may or may not make an appearance as side/background Characters.

Memory

Forgotten

Hope

Willow

Snowfall

Hipno

Harp

Harmony

Sanguine

Dispirit

Silent

Arahime

Akina

Yosef

Pekamomo

Valen

*this list will be updated to accompany the current INVERTEDVERSE cannon.

[kotikaleo]

Cat Scratches

So I know that this is something very short. It's a Fluffynightkiller story but it's of a soft angst matter. It's dealing with issues that I have personal experience with and I felt like I need to write it. This kind of thing should be understood and normalised. It's not pleasant but it's normal and I wanted to write about it. I just want to use fictional characters to express myself.

There was the sound of the tap dripping.... Slow and steady, never changing.

Drip..... Drip..... Drip.

It was sound that would normally be so quiet but was cutting through the silence ringing in the skulls of the three skeletons in the room.

Drip...... Drip.... Drip....

It was strangely creepy how hollow and Silent the bathroom could be when no one spoke. The Sound of the dripping echoing around the porcelain walls.

Drip..... Drip..... Drip....

Ccino, as normal, was in the middle of the other two. Though unlike normal, his face showed no happiness or embarrassment. Just shame. His heavy leaded eyes where set on the bathroom floor, silence tears running down his cheeks.

The three where sat on the edge of the bath in complete silence. Killer was sat behind Ccino, with his arms wrapped around the smaller skeleton's waste. His head was nuzzled into the left side of ccino's neck. Nightmare was sat in front of Ccino, abit further away. In one hand he held Ccino's arm, so that it was out stretched. In other hand was carefully wrapping bandages around his arm. Gently and slowly.

Ccino shifted his legs and didn't look up from the floor.

"I-it was the c-cat" he said in a shaky voice, finally breaking the silence.

This didn't effect the other two, though he could feel Killer tighten his grip. His ribs pressed into Ccino's spine slightly.

"I-I'm fine" he continued in a near whimper.

Nightmare gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on Ccino's arm slightly. He looked up at his boyfriend. His deep violet eyes bore into Ccino's pale white ones.

"you. Are. Not. Fine." he said bluntly, before turning his attention downward again and going back to bandaging.

Nightmare's colder side was coming out and Ccino wasn't a fan. It just made him feel so much worse. He was mostly only like this when he was angry.... Nightmare hadn't really been angry at Ccino before. So he looked back down at the floor with a sniffle. The whole situation made him feel strangely sick and the soft gentle touches the two were giving him were not helping him feel any better.

"you.... You guys are over reacting" he said quietly, but he squeaked as Killer let out a low hiss and shifted his face up abit, nuzzling Ccino's cheek.

Ccino tensed.

"Ccino... Honey.... Please be quiet" the eye-less skeleton said quietly.

"i-i-i..." Ccino stuttered

"shhhh shhhh" killer said, planting soft kisses across and along his partner's neck.

"it's ok.... You're ok..... We're here"

Ccino let himself relax slightly at the feeling of Killer's kisses. He had to admit killer did have a smooth voice and a way of talking that always made him feel calm. His shoulders untensed and he took a deep breath.

Nightmare, at this point, finish bandaging Ccino's arm and pulled the last of the bandge tighter so it wouldn't come loose.

"you might want to change that in a day or two.... and don't forget to do it. we know what you're like"

His voice was still cold and serious but he looked up at Ccino sympathetically, with a softer expression in his eyes. He carefully plated a kiss on Ccino's knuckle.

Ccino blushed before shyly nodding and palling his arm back, rubbing the bandage with his other hand. Shame ran through him like a chill up his spine. He felt awful that they walked in on him...... Well....... He felt awful. The last thing he wanted was to burdened these two with his problems. They had been so happy when they came home, he hated to be the one to ruin it. He couldn't help but feel like he was always ruining things.

Killer loosened his grip on Ccino's waist and sat up straight.

"feeling better now honey?"

Ccino turned to face him and nodded, even though he was lying. Killer sighed and leaned in giving his partner a soft kiss on the mouth. Ccino blushed and kissed back gently.

Nightmare groaned and got up from the bath, standing up straight. He stretched.

"Come on... Let go do something to take our mind off all this"

Pulling away from Ccino, Killer turned to his other boyfriend with a slight smile.

"yeah that sounds good, right Ccino?" he said standing up.

Ccino felt his mouth go dry "I... Uh.." he said shifting slightly, away from his boyfriend's gaze.

"I have... I have work to do so... you know"

Nightmare and Killer exchanged a look. Ccino tilted his head slightly and put on a smile, pulling his sleeve back down to hide the evidence.

"you guys go can go out.... I need to study and sort out work for tomorrow and"

he stopped upon seeing the other two's blank expressions.

Killer stepped forward again, saying nothing.

"K-killer?" Ccino said, slightly worried.

Before Ccino could stop him, Killer wrapped his arms around Ccino's body again and lifted him up, putting him over his shoulder. He held him in a fireman's lift.

Ccino squeaked "k-K-killer!!? What are you doing!?"

Positioning Ccino in a confortable way over his shoulder, Killer replied "We're taking you out tonight Coffee bean! And there's nothing you can do about it!"

Ccino's face was truly a deep shade of pink at this point. "O-out!? out where?"

Killer "out, to a restaurant or the shops or something"

"n-no Killer I don't want to!"

"well we've got t-

-killer" Nightmare said, placing his hand on Killer's shoulder.

He shook his head "gently..."

Killer's expression softened and he put Ccino down. Planting Ccino in front of him, and holding him gently till he was steady.

"how about...." he said in a softened tone, pausing for a moment to think. "how about we go to my flat then? I'm sure my cats misses you"

Nightmare smiled, as he saw the interns face light up ever so slightly. It didn't last long, but Ccino's smile seemed more genuine now.

"w-well if you cat misses me..... Then maybe I can spare an hour" he said, playing with the end of his sleeve. Killer bumped his teeth against Ccino's forehead gently. Ccino blushed.

"Alright then, that's sorted" he said "go put some shoes on, and wear socks this time"

Nodding, Ccino turn and walked out of the bathroom. Once he was gone, Killer let out a long frustrated sigh.Nightmare put his hand back on his shoulder supportively.

"kills... You have to go slowly with this.... Its not an easy fix"

"I know that!" Killer snapped. He turned his head away. "......."

Nightmare sighed and kissed his partner on the cheek "you are trying... And that's all you can do"

Killer just shrugged Nightmare's hand away.

"I just want to make him happy Nightlight...."

He couldn't help but feel frustrated. He just didn't fully understand, Nightmare had told him that it wasn't the same as just being sad, but it still didn't make all that much sense to him. He felt powerless... Like there was nothing he could do to make Ccino feel less crappy. Life could be so cruel.

Killer had often vented to Nightmare about how much he hated these times, about how he wished he could have had experience like Night did.

"well" came Nightmare's voice, cutting through Killer's thoughts.

"you did make him smile.... Even if it was just for a moment"

A small smile ghosted Killer's face at those words. That's right, he did. A tiny little smile may be all he could bring him today, but he'd take that as a tiny victory.

He he walked over to the sink to quiet the dripping tap. Taking the marshmallow boy to his flat.... Maybe playing with his cats could bring another smile to Ccino's face. That would be his goal, one more smile. He turned back to Nightmare.

"lets go then, we can't keep him waiting"

<3

[spotaus]

Ohh yeag, Horror :]

I was neglecting this guy- just because he's the rock doesn't mean he's not interesting and intense too! (I'm saying this to myself mostly-) Actually, right after you rbed I finished typing up am edit to the main post but I'm gonn pop the information back in hehe after I reply to your points!

Yes! I wanted Dust and Horror being taken in around the same time to feel natural. Obviously Night hears of crime and fear and wants to stop it, so he makes the deal with Dust! Then when Dust actually sits him down Night realizes the food crisis is equally awful, so he redirects! (And yeah, I like the idea that if Captain Rogers is in fact captain now and so respectful of Ccino, he'd send his best folks out to search upon request!) So, Nightmare hears of Hirror's family and finds him inevitably!

And yeah, I'm a sucker for putting Characters into language barrier situations- I like to think after things settle, Night asks Horror to teach him that language. Maybe he hires on other tutors as well. After all, even though he was meant to have learned so much as a kid, he never was taught a language beyond his own! But, I'm side-tracking- Point is, Horror totally saved the day, and when he didn't seem bothered or worried, Horror's family was like "Oh! Our very wounded and cautious older son is okay with you? Time to feed you! Let's talk!" Because they're very charitable and loving people.

Nightmare wasn't used to it at first, but he loved the sense of being treated almost like just another member of this little community, being normal for once! (And yeah, I feel like Nightmare hates asking his Knights or Ccino to test his food (after all, he's the one with god-like magic, what if they get hurt?) But because they know it's a largely irrational, paranoid fear, they just go for it. It puts Nightmare at ease. Even if at this point it's just Killer and Ccino who do it <3)

And!!!! Yes, Nightmare learned from Ccino! With Dust he was a bit more strict (dangerous crime Lord can't exactly be offered direct freedom-), and Killer was the same way (it was either Nightmare or the gallows) but Horror? He just *looks* scary thanks to circumstance. He's technically a foreigner, but Night doesn't count that law against him, so he's literally just some guy. And the parallels between him and Ccino (happy family, thriving, asked by the king out of nowhere to pick up and leave?) He wants to ensure everything goes right and that Horror has an out. A lot like when he recruits Error. They're not criminals or spies or killers, they're just... helpful people.

And yeah, when Nightmare brings Hirror back? It's actually a little surprising, because Horror actually manages to get along well with Ccino. The first of the Knights (not a Knight yet obv) to actually get Ccino to hold conversations with him beyond pure professional jargon. It helps that Night clarified Horror was *not* another criminal (Ignore the LV, I'm sure that was self defense) and he was there to help them farm!

Horror starts up a little garden in the courtyard to help teach Nightmare about growing methods for crops, and it thrives pretty well. (Another morale boost for the castle is when they spot the King with sone simpler garments in the growing garden with Horror, *basically* playing around in the dirt to plant and tend to the plants. He uses his hands, usually, and comes out of it covered it dirt.) That garden takes a season or two to blossom, so in the meantime he sends Killer and Dust out to bust the non-food lines of the crime families and routes.

By the time Nightmare gathers a few of the large land-owners willing to put their backs into production again, and he has Horror greeting them in the capital and teaching them? Killer and Dust get along a bit better, and Dust is down to just one magic dampener. Dust swears his loyalty not long after, and Nightmare accepts it. Starts really letting him train with Killer and himself.

Horror ,who at this point has met all these farmers and needs to visit their properties to check up on them, is usually accompanied by Nightnare. But, it's inefficient in Horror's mind. Having to escort him to make sure he remains unhurt? So, he asks to try training so that Nightmare trusts him to go on his own, like Killer does. Nightmare explains that Killer moves freely because he is a Knight, and offers to send guards rather than going himself if it makes Horror uncomfortable. Horror assures him it's not that, and voices his logic. He can keep a better eye on the farms if he goes alone and more frequently, he can defend himself and regain his lost strength from his injury (it's not entirely selfless-), and he can continue to help Nightmare even more. He gets what being a Knight entails, and he's interested. Back home they don't really need him for anything, his bro has it covered, and he's helping them by helping Nightmare improve the kingdom. So, he's invested!

And Nightmare thinks it over, before he agrees. Yeag, Horror can join the training. But first he has to regain some basic strength first, and Night has no clue how to do that, so he kinda hands him over to the guard and tells them just to help him train. Watches to catch Horror's early-budding skills. And after a season or two of improvement lets him face off against Killer or himself in proper Knight training <3

And!!! Crop!! Crop was one of the land-owmers who showed up to get taught, as we've established, and Horror visits him just as much as he does the other farms, but... yeah, he has a soft-spot for Crop. When he starts going alone as a Knight (in training at first, but then a full Knight) he's enamored by Crop. Keeps it professional, but he can't lie. There are definitely moments he considers finding a reason to extend his visit. He hopes a storm will roll in so he can stay the night and observe how the crops hold up. Get to spend more time with Crop. He definitely makes a conscious choice to start courting Crop. Doesn't exactly focus on hiding it from the others, they're all clueless, and over several visits they just end up smitten!! And!!! Ugh, I like to think that at Cross' Knighting ceremony he invites his family (a given) but also Crop, and basically uses it as a chance to introduce them to eachother during the celebration. (Killer is glued to Nightmare, he's safe.) And Horror's family spends nearly the whole party talking with Crop and gushing over their relationship and how cute they are.

And... yeah, there are just so so many things going on with Horror and I love him <3

Oh!!! Last quick note! Horror's head wound definitely still causes him pain, but it's kinda like a migrane. He can't control when it happens, and his physical training has nothing to do with it tbh- I think that Nightmare can sooth the pain a little when he notices Horror having a rough one, but more often than not the Knights + Night + Ccino all just get him all comfy cozy if they can when the pains come on, so he can rest and ride it out.

Okay. I'm stopping now. But I love Horror so dearly >:]

Shout-out to me rotating my goofy ahh New Age ideas in my head to no avail.

Ofc having said that, I'm still going to make a random little ramble post while I'm on the subject.

Right about now seems a banger time to flesh out Horror a bit and add more actual context to why he's even here, because it was like... beginning of everything the first time I mentioned him-

So, Horror. The basics are that he was initially brought back to the castle so he could teach Nightmare more about agricultural techniques from outside the kingdom. Horror's family in particular has very old traditions, and he had cousins and family friends move into the kingdom when they heard the crown had been passed on (times of turmoil leave for open land, usually). While Horror was staying at the castle, there was some sort of moment that led Nightmare to ask Horror to stick around and pick up training as a Knight.

Now, to dissect it a bit. When Dust is freed from his sentences in the dungeon, he's tasked by Nightmare to help him dismantle all the crime rings he knew of. Dust agrees (what's left to lose?) but quickly realizes that Night has no idea why they sprung up and what good they do for his people. So, Dust boldly informs him. Which leads Nightmare to put together the dots that... yeah, no, crops were meant to have weather, got by barely with altered methods for centuries, and now all the crops of the season were ruined. So, he obviously needs to start working on the whole Food Dillman before he can take down the black market for good, lest his people starve.

So, he decides he'll send out a few of his guard on a search. Find any farmers who know how to grow crops traditionally, foreigners, the poor, people who are deeply familiar, and report back to him. And, he gets several, but the most promising lead is a report of a monster colony at the edge of the kingdom. Their matriarch was selling perfectly good, ripe, crops at market for cheap. So, of course, Nightmare sends a messenger ahead of him before packing up Himself, Killer, and Dust (he does NOT trust Dust to be alone at the castle with Ccino and his other, mostly-loyal, followers. So he decides to babysit him.) and trekking out to the kingdom's edge discreetly to talk with these people.

When they arrive, it really is more like a colony. The monsters living in older buildings repaired with unfamiliar methods, farm tools discarded in favor of more natural-seeming ones, etc. But, it was obvious these people were managing alright. Not huge swaths of land, but enough to survive and sell a bit extra. As far as Night can tell, at least.

What it is, is that Horror's specific branch of his family had been struggling to make ends meet since he was young. They couldn't grow crops in their traditional way, the weather was harsh and the market expensive. It wasn't until the power shift when his extended family arrived and helped to revive bits of their field. Horror and his immediate family are very much still afraid it will get to drought territory again, and they'll need to start from step one.

Nightmare, after arriving, is greeted hesitantly. He's a bit paranoid, but overall he seems more focused on keeping an eye on Dust than acting hostile to any of the people. Killer and Dust unnerve them a lot, and Horror's mother and father are hesitant to speak up in any way to the new king. Being close to the border, they had the pleasures of hearing only the worst of the rumors.

I like to think that Nightmare tries to speak and ask for advice, but most everyone is too afraid of screwing up and getting themselves thrown out or killed. Horror is the one who comes back from chopping firewood, axe in-hand (and still pretty scrawny at this point, even though he towers). He stands in the doorway (fearlessly btw???) and hears Night out as well, before asking why he wants to know their crop techniques. Nightmare explains that he wants to be able to teach the farming communities to thrive in these new conditions. Horror shoots back that there's no point in teaching them new ways if the droughts would just turn back. Then Night explains the magic which had held back the storms for so many centuries. That he intended to never cast those rituals again, but that his good intentions left the kingdom floundering for support.

Horror, at that point, looks back to his mom and asks her a question in another language, before she seems more serious than nervous. They talk back and forth for a few minutes, before Horror nods and says that they'll talk to the others, but at the least hid mother wants to help. (Turns out, Nightmare completely missed a language barrier, so there was a huge misunderstanding for a good chunk if tine until Horror (fluent in both languages thanks to scrounging in the nearby town and learning quickly) shows from his chores.

After that point Horror's family welcomes them and makes dinner, and it's a huge communal situation that Nightmare (and Killer + Dust) are really flustered by tbh. Kids in the community hear their auntie call Nightmare and the other two friends, and they start convincing eachother to run up and tap his tendrils as they flick around nervously. The others who know some of Night's language talk to them quickly about what it's like in their homelands. It's a shockingly quick turn-around, but Nightmare's brought no hostility this whole trip, so they don't let the rumors persist. (Horror suggests to some of them to back off a bit a few tines when Nightmare seems antsy, but Killer is happy to entertain with stories of his missions (which unironically boost morale as Horror translates) and Dust is still in his sleepy era and no one minds when he slumps forwards and puts his head in his arms to nap. It's just a very kind little community.

That night, Horror, his mother, and a few of the other older women take Nightmare aside to tell him about the basics of their techniques. But... to really understand, he should see the whole process. Nightmare expresses that he simply doesn't have the time to stay (Ccino was alone... basically running everything in his wake.). And they cone to a standstill for a while, trying to think of a solution, but Night already knows. He needs someone to come back with him, give him lessons on how it all works. Every detail. Then he can summon prospective farmers to the capital to teach them new methods, reward them for cooperation, get the word spread and show that it works. Without bringing attention to the little paradise these people had built themselves.

It's after some more talking in their language, that Horror offers to go. He's heard the traditions his whole life. He could help. Plus, he could speak their language

After checking all bases (would his family be okay without him? What would they like in return? How often would he want to come back? He knows it's a long-term role, right? Horror agrees to all of the terms) they set out.

Horror can tell Nightmare has a good intention. If he didn't, Horror would've see him. Nightnare would've seemed disgusted ag his little cousins, or refused their meal (though he *did* silently have Killer take a chomp at it in test first), or, most damnibgly, Horror would've returned to Dust and flames. He'd heard of the old king. This one, though frustrated with his family, had mostly just looked distressed and tired at not recieving answers. He didn't order his men to attack, and his men seemed content (although the little guy *did* have a couple shackles (?) on from what Horror could tell). He wanted to help, and his little brother was big enough to pick up the slack he'd be leaving behind anyhow. (His family made him stop doing as much labor after his skull injury, since it still pained him on occasion, so there wasn't much he did nowadays anyways aside going to market for shopping + the occasional axe-work.)

I have to cut this a lil short, but I'm gonna expand on it later or in the morning I think-

[faeroviolet]

Mystery chocopie(fanfic)

Content:

⚫ English version

⚫ Русская версия(внизу)

Сredits: Studio au by @zu-is-here​ other in the end, since It’s the spoiler...

Attention: there can be many letters, words and sentences here. Contains Out of Character(OOC), a lot of humor, hellcrazy, anarchy of imagination, strange action anomaly and other weird thing... Sorry, not sorry...

There can be mistakes because ... no one has ever said whether I write English badly or not. They never said at all whether my stories were interesting or they like them, they never said anything at all. Nothing ,_,

   Today is such a wonderful day: a clear blue sky with a bright sun shining above. It's about 1pm now. And the work at the studio is in full swing. Despite the bustle that soars throughout the pavilion, there is a sense of calm and peace. This's a kind of harmony that nothing can break, except...

Sudden crash and noise. The shout coming from the room was so loud that it could be heard outside. Even a small bird, peacefully sleeping on a branch, had to wake up abruptly and also hastily leave its seat, sleepily flapping its wings. What's going on? Someone is being killed... or given to domestic violence?! If someone passed by, then from what he heard, the soul would go into his heels and would not dare to climb out of there before its owner gets to the house, you never know what you can imaginate.

As they say: there's no smoke without fire. So who started the fire? It's easy to find out by watching what is happening through the window of the third floor.

A skeleton with purple lights in his eye sockets spoke in raised tones with the same skeleton as him, only the pupils were golden in color. Apparently the first one scolded the second one for something:

“Dream, where are choco-pies?!” Without stopping to ask the same question, Nightmare fiercely poked his finger into a silver tray, on which crumbs from the sweets that were recently lying there were still visible.

“N-nightmare, I didn't touch anything.“ Still defending himself with the same response, Dream held out his palms in front of himself.

“Don’t lie!!! When I came here you were rummaging around in the lockers, and there was already an empty tray on the table. How do you explain this to me?“

“Firstly, I came and everything was like this.” The light-eyed skeleton tried to calm the unexpected ardor of his brother. “Secondly, what are you talking about? And... why did it make you so angry?”

“Ugh, I brought some tasty treats to everyone... Or did you not see when we were going?” Nightmare breathed deeply. “I put them on a tray, but especially for myself I put one on another plate and put it where no one would take it for sure.” He pointed to the kitchen table behind where the mentioned utensil item was. “There were 99 choco-pies and one mine: generally - 100! And all of them are gone! What can you say to that, brother?”

“Oh, Nighty, I don't know. I didn't even look that way.”

“But where could they just go? So many...”

For a moment, Nightmare stopped and thought, his anger subsided. He walked over to the wall and sat down in a small armchair, putting his finger to his chin and looking up at the ceiling. Dream decided to join the pondering of this situation and sat down in a armchair nearby. But, unfortunately, not a single thought entered their skulls. Of course, how could this happen? It is simply impossible for such a large amount to disappear at once! Nightmare, desperate to find a clue to this mystery, sighed and slightly wilted: he did the wrong thing, yelling at Dream. After all, his brother isn’t guilty of anything, and he, hastening to conclusions, cursed him like that. He ought to apologize, so turned to him, about to say this, but his gaze caught on something else, and he stopped before even started.

Just in the corridor passed another skeleton, his eye sockets were hollow and faint black streaks were visible on the cheekbones below them. He greedily licked the bones of his fingers and was about to go to his room, when Nightmare ran into him. He looked at him dumbfounded, and Killer did not at all understand the meaning of the look of this weirdo.

“What's wrong... Nightmare?”

“It's you!” The skeleton with purple eyelights shouted right into his nonexistent ears.

Immediately after Nightmare, Dream ran up. He anxiously began to drag his brother, who was firmly caught on the other’s shoulders, muttering something about stepping on the same rake. The older twin calmed down a bit, and both skeletons, along with Killer, returned to their armchairs. The brothers settled down on the seats, and the last one continued to stand beside him, still not delving into what was happening. What was the problem?

“What actually happened?” Killer nevertheless asked the question that tormented him, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side.

“It's just that Nightmare was furious that someone ate 100 choco-pies, among which was his, specially postponed!“ The younger twin said unceremoniously. At this explanation of the situation, Nightmare slightly frowned: the manner in which it was pronounced, he didn’t like.

“Because you obviously have something to eat... Look! How tou smiled and slobbering your fingers!”

Killer reacted calmly to such a stinging statement.

“Oh, this...” With a sly grin, he licked his still sweet finger once more. “Ccino and I were playing.”

“What?! Without me?” Nightmare almost fell from his chair and, jumping up from his seat, wanted to be indignant, but stopped and, slightly blushing, glanced nervously at Dream. He cleared his throat and continued: “Umm, I mean... Stop wandering around idle!”

“Oh! Do you know what?” The empty-eyed exclaimed immediately, as if nothing had happened, not paying attention to Night's embarrassment at all. Brothers looked at him as if they were listening intently, waiting for him to continue. “We need to check something! Let's go.”

Killer led them long and tediously along many corridors. And where to? They stopped at a dressing room, and their favorite guide, who took the fellow travelers into the wilderness*, knocked on the door. Not hearing a response from there, he happily opened it. Having walked a little inside and, at the same time looking around just in case, Killer gestured to the dummies to come in.

Once in the room, the brothers didn’t know what to expect further from the miracle without a skirt*, so they just watched his actions. And he quickly and surely rushed forward to some picture, which depicted peaches and daisies, and held out his hands to it. Oh, what a shock and surprise was on the faces of Dream and Nightmare when they saw what was behind the beautiful 'masterpiece'. And it even seemed to them that at that moment on Killer’s forehead could read: “I can look at you for eternity, and I'll never get tired of it!”.

“Shh! It's a secret.” He put his finger to his mouth conspiratorially.

“What's this?! Safe?” Immediately Nightmare shouted, but then lowered his tone, as if catching this vibe of secrets and conspiracies. "What's there?”

“I'll open it now and you will find out!” The main 'conspirator' said happily.

“Do you have a code?” Dream was surprised.

“Yep, what did you think? I put it on.“ He grunted in response, dialing the numbers on the display.

When the device sounded, notifying about the correctness of the entered sequence, Killer opened the door and turned to those present with a solemn “Ta-da!”. Not hearing a standing ovation or at least some ooh-ooh, he stalled and turned to the safe, entering into a stupor finally. Empty... There was...

“Empty!” He screamed with a tragic tone and hung on the iron monster. He would have cried, but he was stopped here with questions.

“And what was supposed to be here, smart guy?” Night asked, apparently pleased with his suffering.

“There..." ‘The Drama Queen’ sniffed and rubbed his eye socket. "There must have been my chocolates hidden away for a rainy day.”

“Hidden away, you say?” Nightmare frowned, walked closer to Killer and pulled on himself, looking terribly right into the void of his eye sockets.

“Well, well, Nighty, let the poor man go.” Lisping, his brother gently sang, touching other's shoulder. "He's a victim. The same as we do. Lost..." Dream also made an overly dramatic look. " ...His precious!”

Nightmare groaned painfully and exhaustedly and let go of the poor 'puppy'. They went back to the place where the first incident took place. On the way, Dream and Killer were laughing so hard that it seemed that they could be heard even 100 kilometers away! Simply unbearable... for Nightmare! When they got to the right place, the three detectives sat down at the table, thinking about the "Case of missing the sweet treasure". The name Killer gave. And this picture, which was drawn by an unknown creator, is called "Three knights at the table with crumbs of dead cakes". Another Killer’s joke.

They sat and sat while the wall clock ticked. But nothing came into their heads: not a single sensible thought, not a single guess. It was so upsetting. After all, the situation itself was unusual: it was very puzzling and did not allow believing in its existence. So what's the point? Do keep thinking about it? Dream has been thinking only about these questions lately. To be honest, he wasn’t so interested in it, besides, there are still so many things to do. But something held him back: the reason his brother was so obsessed with it. He wanted to figure it out. Why was Nightmare so angry? Why did he keep on raging? Why is this important to him? It's all so complicated... Dream sighed and lay down on his elbows on the table. He was drawn to sleep, but before he could even close his eyes, someone touched his shoulders.

“Dream, have you seen my chocolate juice?" The skeleton turned around and patted his eyes, met with a familiar and beloved face. Cross stood looking at him for a while, but then turned away and walked to the trash can by the wall. “Maybe it's here somewhere?”

“Cross, don't dig in the trash!" Dream blew up. "Then you need...”

“Found!" The skeleton exclaimed happily, pulling out a box from under some drink from a plastic container. He quickly got up from his knees and walked straight back to the crowd, beaming.

“Cross, you won't drink... from this?" The yellow-eyed skeleton crossed his arms in displeasure.

“Aah... There is already nothing." Cross exhaled in frustration, turning to the others. "By the way, what are you doing here?”

“For your information, garbage rat..." Killer began jokingly.

"What rat?" Indignantly, Cross banged his palm on the table in front of the insolent skeleton .

"So you agree with 'garbage’?" He didn’t calm down, to which he received an evil glance from Nightmare:

“Stop here... throw name-calling! Preventing thinking...”

“What are you thinking about?” Cross inquired again, sitting down on a chair.

“It's just that we have lost something here... that is, I'm listing: 100 choco-pies brought by Nightmare, and Killer's black stock of chocolate.” The younger twin explained to the dear one, tenderly singing every word.

“Hmm...” The two-color-eyed thought. “Do you know? Something similar happened to me.”

“In what sense?”

“Look...” He put an empty box on the table, Dream frowned at this a little, but then relaxed, deciding not to show his displeasure to the dirt. “I was busy with my own business, along the way drinking my juice. I turned away for a minute and... Wow! It has gone.”

Now a fourth has joined their team. But even with additional strength, nothing came of it, and time passed. Something, but this cannot be stopped, just like getting out of this web of problems. Outside the window could already be seen a motley orange-red sky — it’s evening. Imagine, they spent almost half a day on this! Unimaginable! And in the end came to nothing... These're the worst of all. Everyone, except Nightmare, got up and decided to go home already. Dream stopped, waiting for his brother, who continued to sit and incinerate the wooden surface with a piercing gaze of concentration.

“Find, let's go home, it's too late. Why do you need this? It has already happened and that's it...” He touched the shoulders of the elder, trying to reach his mind and induce him to quit.

“I have an idea!” Suddenly Nightmare jumped up and exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention. “Let's stay here and set a trap for the sweet tooth thief!”

Killer and Cross began to exchange glances, and then looked expectantly at Dream, who was standing behind Nightmare. Catching their glances, he sighed and with a gesture, as it were, showed that there was no choice. Brother got too carried away, that's all.

~~~

   The wind is blowing, you can hear it howling ... Someone didn’t close the window or the walls are so thin here? To tell the truth, at such a late hour the studio rooms look scary, and the strange rustle and blue moonlight creates the atmosphere of some kind of horror movie or vampire romance. And yet why did they start it? What if something bad happens? Cross didn’t understand all this, as well as why he got involved in this. But there's nothing to do, only breathing relaxes.

“But I warn you!” It seems that all the gloom of the environment didn’t attract Killer in any way, or he simply ignored the wariness of other participants in this idea. "This is the last chocolate bar that I have, so you, Nightmare, will owe me one more...”

“Yes, yes, yes...” But other's arrogance did not hurt at all. Nightmare was already busy arranging inventory for a makeshift trap, and distraction wasn’t his priority.

“And a box of chocolates sweets for moral damage!” Killer crossed his arms over his chest as if he were some kind of offended lady of high society. To this, only a long exhalation was heard, and Nightmare, rising and crossing his arms, like the other skeleton, rolled his eyes, and then said:

“Anything you order, madam.”

At such an treatment, the aforementioned 'Queen' fell into a stupor and, swaying back and forth on his feet, turned away, hiding a shame-and-shy blush. Oh, how shameless he’s! And Nightmare also gave a fire: he still has no idea how ambiguous he sometimes speaks! But this’s nothing, Killer knows what he’ll do late... But now he need to satisfy the Nightmare's desire to catch the unknown. And Nightmare had just finished and came up to tell the plan:

“Killer will put the bait there, and we'll watch in turn, okay?”

After receiving agreement in the form of nods, Nightmare headed for the exit into the corridor. When Killer asked where he was going, the skeleton waved his hand, indicating that his curious nose was not the case. Snorting at that, Killer went back to the others and joined in, taking a seat behind the barricade of armchairs.

Time passed for a long, in the emptiness of the room the ticking of the clock was heard very clearly and distinctly, even annoying. Nothing happened at all. Nothing! Killer turned to his teammates and frowned. They have already managed to doze off, nestling at each other's sides. What a bum! He sighed... After all, it’s true: the whole thing was initially meaningless. They simply cannot find the one who has committed all the atrocities. And one more strange thing... Nightmare hasn't come yet. And where has our commander gone? Wasn't that so important to him? The skeleton rose from the floor and stretched, kneading the bones of his arms.

He’s so tired, and until Nightmare returns there is no way to leave: it will somehow come out rudly. Killer glanced at the trap and covered his mouth, ready to yawn.

“Even if no one shows up, he will owe me one mo-”

Without even having time to breathe, the skeleton shuddered and slightly choked. For a moment it seemed to him that he saw someone's figure. Having brought himself to more or less calmness, Killer hastened to wake up two sleeping ‘kittens’.

“Uugh! Killer, we agreed: you are watching first, and we are watching later!” Cross grumbled displeased, trying not to raise the tone too much so as not to frighten Dream.

“But this’s important!”

“Your jokes cannot be important...”

“Cross, that's enough...” A little rubbing his right eye socket and yawning, Dream hissed. “Maybe it's really important. What is it, Killer?”

“It seems to me that I saw someone.”

“If it seems, go to the ophthalmologist.*” Cross interjected, narrowing his eyes.

“But it's true! We are alone here and no one else can be, it is unnerving. And also...” The next words the skeleton muttered so that they couldn’t be made out. “Nightmare went somewhere and didn’t return.”

“So, calm down, both.“ Dream tried to cool the guys, and then, looking around, he continued: “Let's see if our ‘uninvited guest’ took the sweet bait.”

Cross didn't want to believe it, but Killer was right along the way that there was an outsider in the building: there was no chocolate on the table. So what should they do next? After all, apparently, they have already missed the ‘criminal’. But there was another snag...

“Uh... brother still doesn’t return.” The skeleton with yellow eyes, which under the light of the moon sparkled with a golden hue, said quietly and sadly.

“By the way, I also thought about it...” Killer spread his arms and shook his head.

“Since he started all this, we'll only find out further actions from him.” Cross said, leaning on the table. “Let's go look for him...”

Agreeing with this idea, they went out into the corridor. It was a long and terrible journey. It was much darker in here than in that room. It seems that not only the wind can be heard, but also a rustle and some kind of grinding. This began to strain not only Cross, who was uncomfortable here from the very beginning, but also Dream. He pressed against the other skeleton even tighter, and, even despite the circumstances, It’s caused some warm feelings inside two-color-eyed and a faint blush on his cheeks.

The sudden clink of broken glass made the skeletons flinch and draw attention to it. They hurried to find out what was going on there, and froze, turning the corner. There was a figure standing not far from the shards of a vase lying on the floor. It seemed familiar, but... Who could it be? Squinting, Killer was the first to guess:

“Nightmare!!!” Rays of bluish light emerged from the curtains covering the window, illuminating half of the above-named skeleton. “What are you doing?”

The empty-eyed skeleton came closer and touched the other's shoulder. Nightmare flinched, dropping something from his hands, and slowly turned his head, looking into the face of his friend with an view as if he had just recently woken up. This greatly surprised the other skeleton, so he tilted his head to the side, waiting for answers, but without waiting for anything, he paid attention to the object that was lying on the floor. Killer bent down and took it in his hands. Looking closely, he was able to determine that it was... no wonder, chocolate! Not just any, but that one! Killer was sure. But he couldn’t understand what that could mean.

Dream and Cross didn't understand either. They approached with Killer, but all this time they were just silent. Everyone was so confused that they didn't even know what to say. Even Nightmare himself was shocked.

"Highty..." After a while his brother said quietly, drawing attention to himself. "So you're a lunatic? I didn't notice before...”

“I ... I ...” He darted his gaze across the dark room and fiddled with the phalanges of his fingers. “I don't even know what to say, guys..."

“So maybe you did it all?" Killer said, rising from the floor and continuing to hold the sweet bar in his hand. The violet-eyed skeleton lowered its head apologetically at his words. But it seems that this wasn’t enough for the other skeleton, so he decided to list all the crimes committed: "You personally ate all the choco-pies that you yourself brought. You ate my supply of chocolate. You drank Cross' juice. And the worst thing: you blamed everyone for this, even your own brother!”

"I'm sorry! Really." The skeleton exclaimed, ashamed and humiliated to the very bottom “I wanted to apologize to Dream, but! Lost on you. Sorry, I really don't know what came over me!”

“Don’t mind, brother.” Dream intervened, hugging him soothingly. "I’m not angry. I guess... you're just overtired. And, perhaps, from this you sleepwalk. I told you not to overexert yourself.”

And now: the solution to this mystery has come. They can already go home, but it wasn’t end! There was one thing that did not tie into all the facts at all...

“And yet, Killer, you are in something wrong " Cross held out thoughtfully, putting his finger to his chin, staring at the toes of his shoes.

"Hmm, and in what?" He grunted, putting his hands on his hips.

“Nightmare may have eaten the choco-pies and drank my juice, but he couldn't break open the safe while he was unconscious. Something doesn't add up.”

"But who cou-”

Suddenly, some rustling distracted Killer, not allowing him to finish the question. There was a grinding and a strange rumbling sound. It attracted the others: turning, they stared into the darkness that covered the half of the room. Something flashed in the depths, and disturbing sounds intensified. The skeletons stepped back, huddled together and huddled against each other. The terrible lights resembled the eyes of some creature. What could it be? It approached, forcing them to retreat in fear closer to the bend. A little more and it will be possible to find out what was hidden in the black haze. The last clinking step and...

“Meow!”

Friends screamed and rushed away. Without turning around, they walked away from danger in disgrace. Was there any danger in that? It's just a cute little kitty. Maybe such a dark atmosphere allowed their fantasy to play out? No one can know for sure. And is this really the end?

“Hey, guys? What were you doing here?” The skeleton in a beige sweater, smiling sweetly under the moonlight, lifted a white cat.

This, of course, was an unexpected turn. But shouldn't we be asking this question, Ccino? After all, they never find out about it. Just as they do not know what scared them that night. This also applies to... So who ate Killer's chocolate? True, there were many questions in this story. And you might think you've knew the answers to all of them, but no. This is an erroneous assumption.

This is something to which there is no answer. Since all these riddles must remain unsolved. And only you yourself will understand what is true and what is false. You decide how you answer.

*  — In those places marked with this sign, there should have been Russian jokes... but you won't understand them(nobody can), so this may seem like very strange sentences.

Credits: Dream and Nightmare by jokublog Cross!Sans by jakei95 Killer!Sans by rahafwabas Ccino!Sans by black-nyanko

BOOOOM, explosion of my brain.

Hmm... That's all, and I forgot what I wanted to say at the end.

So... now I go.

Так, так, тут есть предупреждения: большой текст, слабым на много буковок и мало картинок не смотреть, тут есть ООС(потому что по-другому я не могу), адское безумие, анархия воображения, вам может показаться, что происходящее здесь это полный бред, хотя да, так и есть, тут должно быть смешно.

“Таинственный чокопай”(фанфик)

   Сегодня такой чудесный день: ясное голубое небо с сияющем вышине ярким солнцем. Сейчас где-то час дня. А работа на студии кипит. Несмотря на суету, витающую по всему павильону, ощущается какое-то спокойствие и умиротворение. Это эдакая гармония, которую ничто не может нарушить, разве что...

Внезапный грохот и шум. Крики, доносящиеся из комнаты, были настолько громкими, что их было слышно на улице. Даже маленькой птичке, мирно спящей на ветке, пришлось резко проснуться и также поспешно покинуть насиженное место, спросонья еле хлопая крыльями. Что же происходит? Кого-то убивают... или придают домашнему насилию?! Если бы кто-то проходил мимо, то от услышанного у него бы душа в пятки ушла и не посмела бы оттуда вылазить до того, как её хозяин доберется до дома, мало ли, что можно понапридумывать.

Как говорится: нет дыма без огня. Так кто же устроил пожар? Это легко выяснить, пронаблюдав происходящие через окно третьего этажа.

Скелет с фиолетовыми огнями в глазницах говорил на повышенных тонах с таким же скелетом, как и он, только того зрачки были золотистого цвета. Видимо первый за что-то ругал второго:

— Дрим, где чокопаи?! — не унимаясь задавать один и тот же вопрос, Найтмер яростно тыкал пальцем в серебряный поднос, на котором ещё виднелись крошки от недавно лежащих там вкусняшек.

— Н-найтмер, я ничего не трогал — все продолжая защищаться одним и тем же ответом, Дрим выставил ладони перед собой.

— Не ври!!! Когда я пришел ты здесь шарился в шкафчиках, а на столе уже стоял пустой поднос. Как ты мне это объяснишь?

— Во-первых, я пришел, и все было таким — светлоглазый скелет пытался унять неожиданный пыл своего брата. — Во-вторых, о чем ты говоришь? И... почему тебя это так разозлило?

— Агх, я принес всем вкусняшки... Или ты не видел, когда мы собирались? — глубоко выдохнул Найтмер. — Поставил все на поднос, но специально для себя отложил один на другую тарелку и поставил там, где точно не возьмут. — он указал на кухонный стол позади, где находился выше указанный элемент посуды. — Было 99 чокопаев и один мой: в итоге — 100! И всех их нет! Что ты можешь на это сказать, брат?

— Ох, Найти, не знаю. Я даже не смотрел в ту сторону.

— Но куда же они могли просто так деться? Столько...

На мгновение Найтмер остановился и задумалась, его злость стихла. Он отошел к стене и сел в небольшое кресло, приложив палец к подбородку и подняв взор к потолку. Дрим решил присоединится к обдумыванию этой ситуации и присел в кресло, находящееся рядом. Но, к сожалению, ни единая мысль не приходила в их черепушки. Конечно же, как такое могло произойти? Просто невозможно, чтобы такое большое количество в раз и исчезло! Найтмер от отчаяния найти разгадку на эту тайну вздохнул и слегка поник: неправильно он поступил, накричав на Дрима. Ведь его брат в ничем не виноват, а он, поспешив с выводами, обругал его так. Нужно бы извинится. Он повернулся к нему, собираясь сказать это, но зацепился взглядом за кое-что другое и остановился, даже не начав.

Как раз в коридоре проходил другой скелет, его глазницы были полыми и еле заметные черные потеки виднелись на скулах под ними. Он жадно облизывал кости пальцев и собирался идти в свою комнату, как на него налетел Найтмер. Тот ошалело смотрел на него, и Киллер совсем не понимал значения взгляда этого чудика.

— Что такое... Найтмер?

— Это ты! — закричал ему прямо в несуществующие уши скелет с фиолетовыми глазами.

Сразу же после Найтмера подбежал и Дрим. Он обеспокоенно начал оттаскивать крепко зацепившегося за чужие плечи брата, бурча что-то про наступление на одни и те же грабли. Старший близнец все же немного успокоился, и оба скелета вместе с Киллером вернулись к креслам. Братья разместились на сидениях, а последний продолжил стоять рядом, все ещё не вникая в происходящее. В чем же была проблема?

— А что в общем-то случилось? — все-таки задал терзающий его вопрос Киллер, скрестив руки на груди и наклонив голову на бок.

— Да просто Найтмер взбесился от того, что кто-то съел 100 чокопаев, среди которых был и его, специально отложенный! — не церемонясь, заявил младший близнец. На такое объяснение ситуации Найтмер слегка нахмурился: манера, с которой оно было произнесено, ему не понравилась.

— Да потому что ты явно чем-то полакомился... Вон! Как улыбался и пальцы свои слюнявил!

Киллер спокойно отреагировал на такое язвительное высказывание.

— Ах, это... — он с хитрой ухмылкой ещё раз лизнул все ещё сладкий палец. — Мы с Чино игрались.

— Что?! Без меня? — Найтмер чуть не грохнулся с кресла и, подскочив с места, хотел было возмутится, но осекся и, слегка покраснев, нервно глянул на Дрима. Прокашлявшись, продолжил: — То есть... Прекрати без делу шататься!

— Ох! А знаете что? — тут же как в ничем не бывало воскликнул пустоглазый, совсем не обратив внимание на смущение Найта. Братья посмотрели на него, как будто внимательно слушают, ожидая, когда тот продолжит. — Нам нужно кое-что проверить! Идемте.

Вел их Киллер долго и нудно по множеству коридоров. И куда же? Они остановились у одной гримерки, и их любимый проводник, который завел попутчиков в дебри не пойми куда, постучался в дверь. Не услышав оттуда отклика, он радостно открыл её. Пройдя чуть вовнутрь и, попутно оглядываясь на всякий случай, Киллер жестом пригласил болванчиков на ножка войти.

Оказавшись в комнате, братья не знали, чего ожидать дальше от чуда без юбки, поэтому просто наблюдали за его действиями. А тот быстро и верно ринулся вперед к какой-то картине, на которой были изображены персики и маргаритки, и протянул к ней руки. Ох, какой же шок и удивление было на лицах Дрима и Найтмера, когда они увидели, что находилось за прекрасным “шедевром”. И им даже показалось, что у Киллера в тот момент на лбу можно было прочесть: “Я могу вечность смотреть на вас, и это мне никогда не надоест!”.

— Тсс! Это секрет — заговорщицки прислонил палец ко рту тот.

— Это что?! Сейф? — сразу же крикнул Найтмер, но потом снизил тон, как бы поймав этот вайб секретов и заговоров. — Что там?

— Сейчас открою, и узнаете! — радостно вымолвил главный “заговорщик”.

— У тебя есть код? — удивился Дрим.

— Ага, а как же ты думал? Я ведь его поставил — хмыкнул тот в ответ, набирая цифры на дисплее.

Когда прибор пиликнул, уведомляя о верности введенной последовательности, Киллер отворил дверцу и повернулся к присутствующим с торжественным “Та-да!”. Не услышав оваций или хотя бы каких-то охов-ахов, он застопорился и повернулся к сейфу, войдя в ступор вот окончательно. Пусто... Там было...

— Пусто! — он закричал с трагическим тоном и повис на железном чудовище. Ещё бы чуть-чуть и заплакал, но его тут остановили с расспросами.

— И что же здесь должно было быть, умник? — спросил Найт, видимо, довольный его страданиями.

— Там... — "Королева драмы” шмыгнул носом и потер глазницу. — Должны были быть мои припрятанные на черный день шоколадки.

— Припрятанные, говоришь? — Найтмер нахмурился, подошел ближе к Киллеру и потянул на себя, страшно заглядывая прямо в пустоту глазниц того.

— Ну-ну, Найти, отпусти беднягу — сюсюкаясь, ласково пропел его брат, коснувшись чужого плеча. — Он ведь пострадавший. Так же, как и мы. Потерял... — Дрим тоже сделал чересчур драматический вид. — ...Свою прелесть!

Найтмер страдательно и измученно простонал и отпустил бедного “щеночка”. Они пошли обратно: к месту, где произошло первое происшествие. По пути Дрим и Киллер так ржали, что казалось — их можно было услышать и за 100 километров! Просто невыносимо... для Найтмера! Добравшись до нужного места, трое детективов уселись за столом, задумавшись о “Деле пропажи сладкого сокровища”. Название, которое дал Киллер. А эта картина, которая нарисована неизвестным творцом, называется “Трое рыцарей за столом с крошками убитых пироженок”. Ещё одна Киллеровская шутка. 

Сидели они и сидели, пока настенные часы тикали. Но так ничего в их головы не приходило: ни одна дельная мысль, ни одно предположение. Это так огорчало. Ведь сама ситуация была необычна: сильно озадачивала и не позволяла верить в её существование. Так какой в этом толк? Продолжать размышлять над этим? Дрим вот все последнее время думал лишь над этими вопросами. Ему, если честно, это было неинтересно, так, к тому же, ещё так много дел. Но кое-что все-таки держало его: причина такой одержимости брата за это. Он хотел в этом разобраться. Почему Найтмер так вспылил? Почему продолжал бесится? Почему это важно для него? Это все так сложно... Дрим вздохнул и прилег на локти, расположившись на столе. В сон потянуло, но не успел он прикрыть даже глаза, как кто-то коснулся плеч.

— Дрим, ты не видел мой шоколадный сок? — скелет обернулся и похлопав глазками, встретился с знакомым и любимым лицом. Кросс некоторое время стоял и смотрел на него, но потом отвернулся и пошел к мусорке у стены. — Может быть он где-то здесь?

— Кросс, не ройся в мусоре! — подорвался с места Дрим. — Руки потом...

— Нашел! — воскликнул радостно скелет, вытаскивая из пластикового контейнера коробочку из-под какого-то напитка. Он шустро встал с колен и прямо сияя подошел обратно к сборищу.

— Кросс, ты же не будешь пить... из этого? — недовольно скрестил руки на груди желтоглазый скелет.

— Аах... Там уже ничего нет — расстроенно выдохнул Кросс, обернувшись к остальным. — А, кстати, что вы тут делаете?

— К твоему сведению, помойная крыса... — шутливо начал Киллер.

— Какая крыса? — возмущенно стукнул ладонью о стол перед наглым скелетом Кросс.

— Так значит с “помойная” ты согласен? — не унимался тот, на что получил злой взгляд со стороны Найтмера:

— Кончайте тут... обзывательствами бросаться! Мешаете думать...

— А о чем вы думаете? — поинтересовался снова Кросс, садясь на стул.

— Просто тут у нас кое-что пропало... а то есть, перечисляю: 100 чокопаев, которые принес Найтмер, и черный запас шоколада Киллера — объяснил милому младший близнец, ласково пропев каждое слово. 

— Хм... — задумался разноглазый. — А знаете? У меня произошло кое-что похожее.

— В каком смысле?

— Смотрите... — он поставил на стол пустую коробочку, на это Дрим немножко нахмурился, но потом расслабился, решив не показывать свое недовольство на грязь. — Я был занят своими делами, попутно употребляя мой сок. На минуту отвернулся и... хоба! Он пропал.

Теперь к их команде присоединился четвертый. Но даже с дополнительной силой ничего не выходило, а время шло. Что-что, а это остановить нельзя, как и выбраться из этой паутины проблемы. За окном виднелось уже пестрое оранжево-красное небо — вечереет. Представите себе, они потратили почти пол дня на это! Невообразимо! Так ещё пришли к ничему... Это худшие из всего. Все, кроме Найтмера, встали и решили пойти уже по домам. Дрим остановился, ожидая брата, который продолжал сидеть и испепелять деревянную поверхность пронзительным взглядом сосредоточенности.

— Найти, пошли домой, уже поздно. Ну чего тебе это? Оно уже произошло и все... — он коснулся плеч старшего, пытаясь достучаться до него и побудить бросить это.

— Есть идея! — Неожиданно Найтмер подскочил и воскликнул, привлекая к себе внимание всех. — Останемся здесь и устроим ловушку на воришку-сладкоежку!

Киллер и Кросс начали переглядываться, а потом ожидающе посмотрели на Дрима, стоящего позади Найтмера. Поймав их взгляды, тот вздохнул и жестом как бы показал, что выбора нет. Братик слишком увлекся, вот и все.

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   Ветер дует, слышно его завывание... Кто-то не закрыл окно или стены здесь такие тонкие? По правде говоря, в такое позднее время помещения в студии выглядят страшновато, а странный шорох и лунный синий свет создает атмосферу какого-то фильма ужасов или вампирской романтики. И все-таки зачем они это затеяли? А вдруг что-то плохое случится? Кросс не понимал всего этого, как и то, зачем он в это ввязался. Но делать нечего, лишь вдохи расслабляют.

— Но я предупреждаю! — кажется вся мрачность окружения никак не привлекала Киллера, или же он просто игнорировал настороженность других участников их задумки. — Это последняя шоколадка, что у меня есть, поэтому ты, Найтмер, должен будешь мне ещё одну...

— Да, да, да... — но чужая наглость совсем не задевала. Найтмер и так был занят, расставляя инвентарь для самодельной ловушки, а отвлекаться было не в его приоритетах.

— И коробку конфет за моральный ущерб! — скрестил руки на груди Киллер так, как будто он какая-то обиженная дама высшего общества. На это послышался лишь длинный выдох, а Найтмер, поднявшись и скрестив руки так же, как и другой скелет, закатил глаза, а потом вымолвил:

— Все, что прикажите, госпожа.

На такое обращение выше названная “Королева” встал в ступор и, покачавшись на ступнях взад вперед, отвернулся, скрывая стыдо-срамский румянец. Ох, какой же он бесстыжий! И Найтмер тоже дал жару: все ещё не догадывается насколько он иногда двусмысленно говорит! Но ничего, Киллер знает, что он сделает потом... А сейчас нужно утолить желание Кошмарчика по поимки неизвестного. Тот как раз уже закончил и подошел рассказывать план:

— Киллер положит туда приманку, а мы по очереди будем дежурить, поняли?

Получив согласие в виде кивков, Найтмер направился к выходу в коридор. На вопрос Киллера, куда тот идет, скелет махнул рукой, показывая, что не его любопытного носа дела. Фыркнув на это, Киллер вернулся к остальным и присоединился, присаживаясь за баррикадой из кресел.

Время шло долго, в пустоте комнаты тиканье часов раздавалось очень ярко и отчетливо, даже раздражало. Ничего совсем не происходило. Ничегошеньки! Киллер повернулся к своим напарникам и нахмурился. Те уже успели задремать, примостившись друг у друга под боками. Что за бездельники! Он вздохнул... Ведь верно: все это дело изначально было бессмысленным. Они просто не могут найти того, кто совершил все злодеяния. И ещё одна странная вещь... Найтмер так и не пришел. И куда же наш командир подевался? Разве это не было для него таким важным? Скелет поднялся с пола и потянулся, разминая кости рук.

Он так устал, а пока не вернется Найтмер уйти нет возможности: некрасиво как-то выйдет. Киллер глянул на ловушку и прикрыл рот, готовый зевнуть.

— Даже если никто не заявится, он будет должен мне ещё од...

Не успев даже вдохнуть, скелет вздрогнул и слегка поперхнулся. На мгновение ему показалось, что он видел чью-ту фигуру. Приведя себя в более-менее спокойствие, Киллер поспешил разбудить двух спящих “котят”.

— Аагх! Киллер, договорились же: ты дежуришь первым, а мы — потом! — недовольно ворчал Кросс, стараясь не слишком повышать тон, чтобы не напугать Дрима.

— Но это важно!

— Твои шутки не могут быть важными...

— Кросс, хватит... — чуть потирая правую глазницу и зевая, просипел Дрим. — Может это действительно важно. Что такое, Киллер?

— Мне кажется, что я кого-то видел.

— Если кажется, иди к окулисту — встрял Кросс, прищурившись.

— Но это правда! Мы здесь одни и никто больше не может быть, это нервирует. А ещё... — следующие слова скелет так пробубнил, что их невозможно было разобрать. — Найтмер куда-то ушел и так и не вернулся.

— Так, успокойтесь оба — попытался охладить ребят Дрим, а потом, расценочно осмотревшись, продолжил: — Давайте посмотрим, взял ли наш “незваный гость” сладкую наживку.

Кросс не хотел в это верить, но по ходу Киллер был прав, что в здании находится посторонний: шоколадки на столике не было. Ну и что же им делать дальше? Ведь, по всей видимости, они уже упустили “преступника”. Но была ещё одна загвоздка...

— Чего то братик все ещё не возвращается — тихо и печально проговорил скелет с желтыми глазами, которые под светом луны сверкнули золотистым оттенком.

— Я, кстати, тоже об этом думал... — развел руки и покачал головой Киллер.

— Так как он все это затеял, то будем выяснять дальнейшие действия лишь у него — изрек Кросс, облокотившись о стол. — Пойдемте его искать...

Согласившись с этой идеей, они вышли в коридор. Это был долгий и страшный путь. Здесь было намного темнее, чем в той комнате. Кажется слышен не только ветер, но и шорох и какой-то скрежет. Это начало напрягать не только Кросса, которому с самого начало было дискомфортно находится здесь, но и Дрима. Тот прижимался к другому скелету ещё крепче, и, даже не смотря на обстоятельства, у разноглазого это вызывало некие теплые ощущения внутри и слабый румянец на щеках.

Внезапный звон разбитого стекла заставил скелетов вздрогнуть и обратить на себя внимание. Они поспешили выяснить, что там происходит, и застыли, завернув за угол. Там была фигура, стоящая неподалеку от лежащих на полу осколков вазы. Она казалось знакомой, но... Кто же это может быть? Прищурившись, Киллер первым догадался:

— Найтмер!!! — из закрывающие окно шторы проклюнулись лучики голубоватого света, озаряющего половину вышеназванного скелет��. — Что ты делаешь?

Пустоглазый скелет подошел ближе и коснулся чужого плеча. Найтмер вздрогнул, роняя что-то из рук, и медленно повернул голову, взглянув в лицо друга с таким видом, как будто только недавно проснулся. Это очень сильно удивило другого скелета, поэтому он наклонил голову в бок, ожидая ответов, но, так и не дождавшись ничего, обратил внимание на предмет, который лежал на полу. Киллер наклонился и взял это в руки. Присмотревшись, он смог определить, что это... как неудивительно, шоколадка! И не просто какая-нибудь, а та самая! Киллер был уверен. Но он никак не мог понять, что это может значить.

Дрим и Кросс тоже ничего не понимали. Они подошли вместе с Киллером, но все это время только молчали. Все находились в таком замешательстве, что даже не знали, что и сказать. Даже сам Найтмер был в шоке.

— Найти... — через некоторое время тихо вымолвил его брат, привлекая к себе внимание. — Так ты лунатик? Я ра��ьше не замечал...

— Я... Я... — он метался взглядом по темному помещению и теребил фаланги пальцев. — Даже не знаю, что и сказать, ребята...

— Так может это ты все сделал? — подал голос Киллер, поднимаясь с пола и продолжая держать плитку сладости в руке. На его слова фиолетовоглазый скелет виновато опустил голову. Но, кажется, другому скелету этого было недостаточно, поэтому он решил перечислить все совершенные преступления: - Ты собственнолично съел все чокопаи, которые сам же и принес. Ты съел мой запас шоколада. Ты выпил сок Кросса. И самое страшное: ты обвинил в этом всех, даже собственного брата!

— Мне жаль! Действительно — воскликнул пристыженный и униженный до самого дна скелет. — Я хотел извинится перед Дримом, но! Сбился на тебя. Простите, я действительно не знаю, что на меня нашло!

— Ничего, братик — вмешался Дрим, успокаивающе обнимая того. — Я не злюсь. Наверное... ты просто переутомился. И, возможно, от этого ты и лунатишь. Я же говорил: не перенапрягайся.

И вот: разгадка этой тайны пришла. Можно уже идти домой, но не тут то было! Была одна вещь, которая совсем не связывалась со всеми фактами...

— А все же, Киллер, ты в кое-чем не прав — задумчиво протянул Кросс, приложив палец к подбородку, пялился на носки своей обуви.

— Хм, и в чем же? — хмыкнул тот, упершись руками в бока.

— Может Найтмер и съел чокопаи и выпил мой сок, но он никак не мог взломать сейф, будучи в бессознательном состоянии. Что-то не складывается.

— Но кто же мо...

Неожиданно какое-то шуршание отвлекло Киллера, не дав закончить вопрос. Послышался скрежет и странный урчащий звук. Это привлекло всех остальных: повернувшись, они уставились в темноту, покрывающую другую половину комнаты. Что-то сверкнуло в глубине, а настораживающие звуки усилились. Скелеты шагнули назад, скопившись в одну кучу и прижавшись к друг другу. Страшные огоньки напоминали глаза какого-то существа. Что же это может быть? Оно приближалось, заставляя их в страхе отступать ближе к повороту. Ещё чуть-чуть и можно будет узнать, что скрывалось в черной мгле. Последний клацающий шаг и...

— Мяу!

Компания завопила и помчалась прочь. Не оборачиваясь, они с позором ушли от опасности. А разве в этом была опасность? Это просто милый маленький котеночек. Может быть такая мрачная атмосфера позволила их фантазии разыграться? Никто не может знать наверняка. И неужели это и вправду конец?

— Эй, ребята? А что вы тут делали? — скелет в бежевом свитере, мило улыбаясь под лунным светом, поднимал белую кошку.

Это, конечно, был неожиданный поворот. Но разве это не мы должны задавать этот вопрос, Чино? Ведь они так и не узнают об этом. Так же, как и не узнают, что же их напугало в ту ночь. Это касается и того... Так кто же съел шоколад Киллера? Правда, в этой истории было много вопросов. И вы можете подумать, что узнали ответы на всех них, но нет. Это ошибочное предположение.

Это то, на что ответа нет. Так как эти все загадки должны оставаться неразгаданными. И только вы сами поймете, что истина, а что - ложь. Вы сами решаете, как ответить.

Продолжение следует...

[digitalvoidheart]

Who IS your favourite character? Any sanses in mind?

Well... I've got a few.

I really like Chronicle!ink and his au versions. I've seen a chart of them and I like the half error version, the reaper version and the flowerfell version too. I like him cuz he likes reading, sleeping, creating and almost every ink is autophobic.

There's also a graffiti artist version of ink by cowboycodester (I hope I got the name right)

Ccino is the adorable one I love as well with his kitties.

Red and Rus from bonelyheartsclub

Killer. No. I can't choose between the bad guys. As long as they on their good side ^w^

REAPER as well. I simp him after reading too much afterdeath.

Hex from magusverse

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That's all I can think of for now ^w^"

All I can say, I'm a big simp. =w=

[glitchwithasoul]

Glitch With a Soul: Summary

Despite popular belief, Error and Ink got along surprisingly well outside of their respective jobs. They would hurt each other in more ways than one. They would drive each other to near death, sure. But, at the end of the day, it only happened on the battlefield. 

Of course, they did not run to lick each others' wounds afterwards and they rarely, if ever, apologized. Grudges and promises of vengeance were not forgotten, but shoved aside until the next fight. 

Maybe it was a a mutual knowledge of the multiverse. Maybe it was the mutual understanding that sprouted from the Anti-Void. Maybe it was something entirely different. Either way, their friendship, how ever dysfunctional, WORKED.

That is, until Ink offers Error a blue scarf. Chaos ensues, and the soulless guardian is left to wonder what he did wrong and how exactly the destroyer's past is connected to his own.

Naturally, more chaos ensues. Drama happens. Neither of them have any idea what a PaperJam is, but either way it can be spotted facepalming in the background. Ink is trying to figure out what a Frisk-Shaped-Determined-Thing is. Error just wants to Angst is peace. The duo accidentally reconnect with an old friend, and bad things happen.

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Frisk wanted them not to suffer.

Chara didn't want to be trapped in their broken-record like story.

Ink never want(s/ed) to be alone.

Error doesn't want to get hurt again.

XChara wanted vengeance, and wants to keep what he has now.

Cross wants something to call a family.

Nightmare doesn't want to be reminded of himself.

Dream wants to be by his brother's side again.

Horror doesn't want to feel the fear of borderline starvation.

Swapaps wants his brother to be safe.

Blue wants his friends to be happy.

Killer wants to be "himself" again.

CORE!Frisk wants to help.

Ccino doesn't want to be lonely.

And It doesn't want what It thinks It wants.

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Follows, reblogs, and asks, (for the characters, but if you have any questions for me I will gladly answer them! Also, the characters above aren't necessarily the only ones that will appear) are appreciated, as well as likes! Of course, my goal with this isn't to become popular, but that doesn't mean I don't want people to see this. After all, I'm doing this as a prompt for improvement, and if I can entertain people while doing such it's a pleasant addition.

[spotaus]

After *checks calendar* several weeks, I return to continue this chain!

Okay okay. I had to reread a lil to see wtf we left off on, but if I'm right this was about the whole Geno losing everyone's trust, so let's do a run-through on what you didn't expertly address during ur lovely drabble hehe-

Nightmare loves his plan of making a safe space! Initially it started as making a safe-space for himself and Ccino, but then extended to Killer. And then the people he kept hiring on to give them better chances. And then his other knights. And then Error. And then- Yeah, he loves his family and if he can do anything for them, it's give them peace!

And omg I forgot about having Dream intervene in this matter for the drama of having a lie detector (Night couldn't do it himself anymore, so he needs the one other person who knew how to do something like that!) and !!!! Gods Dream picking up on the context as the conversation keeps going and afterwards comforting Night? Oughhh. I'm gonna cry--- I love Dream getting hints of character development again too!! After everything he gets to improve :]

Their reactions are definitely a fun thing to touch on again later, but, yeah!!!

Cross in particular would be 1000000% furious. Someone even brings up their names (mostly Geno but also Reaper) he starts growling. Like, without even really processing it. His loyalty to his brothers is palpable, and now he refuses to let anything hurt them. He chose a side finally, and he'd rather die than stand on the sidelines again like he did so many times before. Even for something like a bad break-up (or whatever these guys have going on) he treats it very very seriously. Is he good at comforting people? no, not really. Is he good at fighting? Yeag. (Picturing that first while after Dust agrees to bridge the gap again and start talking to Reaper and Geno again, Cross regularly lingers close to Dust when they're hanging out. I also think at least once when he managed to catch Geno on his own (literally just going to the library or something) he definitely gave Geno a proper shovel-talk. After that he felt a bit better.)

Horror with his distracting and redirecting is so so sweet. That guy is so stable for the sake of watching out for his friends and family, and he knows better than to let bad vibes linger and consume someone, especially with Dust and what he's seen of the other. He's normally so stoic, the only time he's seen any emotion is.Well. This. Horror just nudges towards his happiest moments and remind him that, yeah, they're cool stuff beyond all the stupid drama things going on with those two losers. Let's much on some snacks and train some horses :]

KILLER!!!! I don't think I can say it any more perfectly than you already did. Killer in this point is in his perfect moment of self-concern. Dust was always the one who didn't humor him much, even their first meeting Dust didn't let Killer get to him with his cocky, know-it-all attitude. He had always been vocal before about when Killer pushed too far. Had he missed the signs this time? had Dust known? why was this so different and how did it backfire so hard? He'd just so so sad :[ AND you say it later, but Dust hating the way Killer is walking on eggshells? As much as Killer was annoying and bothersome and stuck his nose into everything, Killer was still an important part of his life, and Killer suddenly being careful and quiet and thoughtful... It was nice he realized something was wrong, but it was so unlike him. To Dust, that's not Killer. And he thinks for a fact Killer can't be blamed for this, because he saw how determined Geno was to get to him for answers. if he'd used any magic at all, even stood too close to Geno for a bit, the other would've gotten just as curious, if not more. SO yeag, these brothers need to have a talk eventually, once things settle a little. (OH. And the drabble. In the. The. Geno mentioning Killer was his main pipeline of information on Dust? Killer would disown himself from the family if he heard Geno talking like that, because. Well. He'd just been trying to hype up his big brother, not expose his secrets to the one freak who wanted to study him under a microscope??? Jjust thought that was such a good detail, haha! That Geno listened more to Killer than he ever did to Dust, all things considered.)

Dust is. Yeah I love him. Just like me frfr, he just wants to ignore it and move on with life. Not worth the drama, not worth the tension and the risks, just move on. He put a stop to it, even if it was a little of a close call, and that's all there is! (Just like how he never talked about leaving his family, he can never talk about his brief courting period with those two, easy as pie.)

REAPER!!!! My boy Death going through it because he took his eye off his partner for .5 seconds <3.

But so fr. He had so many good things going for him. Because, I mean, is his kingdom a paradise? Hell yeah, that was the point, but Nightmare's castle was something different. He felt at ease and comfortable with Nightmare's crew. Nightmare himself and Error already felt like his little brothers (the moment Geno revealed Error was his little bro Reaper was mentally adopting him, but the reveal of the courtship between them had Reaper evenmore-so mentally adopting Night. They're business partners, but also they can be family outside of that!), the Knights, upon seeing their youngest brother trust Reaper and welcome him and Geno, they were quick to warm-up to them. Some more cautious than others (I think the order would be Killer, Cross, Horror, then Dust) and of course there's Ccino, who never quite got close enough to be too friendly, but he was always kind and welcoming.

And then Geno went and manipulated people! which, yeah, as you said he totally takes part of the blame for not watching Geno for that, but he also trusts his partner! Geno is his own person, a grown skeleton who should know better, or at least read the room. Reaper is relieved that Dust called it off, but knowing what little he did about Dust, Geno must've had to push him way too far for him to do that. So, yeah, the sudden feeling of being shut out, untrusted by the people he'd grown to care so deeply for in what little time he had spent? Yeah, it stung, and he couldn't defend Geno's actions in any meaningful way that wouldn't land them in a situation of threat of Assassination from Nightmare's Knights. (Very capable Knights, btw. He would literally never say it outloud, but any of the Knights would have a very good shot at 1v1 with him. He imagined Dust or Killer could get him no problem if they managed to sneak up on him, and Cross could have a chance too. Horror, he imagined, might be able to shatter his spine before anything else could happen. Any two of them against him, and he might be legitimately done-for, so he is NOT trying to start conflicts lmao.)

And Geno... dear, sweet, manipulative little toxic man... We've talked very deeply about him facing his consequences so I wont linger on that. But. The idea of him not being any less loved is so so important as you said. Idk why but I'm just picturing Error stopping by after the meeting he's banned from in the drabble and, telling Geno absolutely nothing ofc (this is lowkey a test to see if Reaper will tell him anything later on and blame it on Error), but checking in on him in general. Talking with him, asking him about the magic studies. Like, just enjoying sibling bonding time still, while also vehemently refusing to let him break the rules because?? Night's his partner, why would he do that??? C'mon Geno, you know him better than that???? (Also Error is a smug little shit that likes seeing his brother in the adult version of time-out for once lmao. Ofc he wants to see Dust safe, he's furious about it, but some part of him feels justice has been served when Geno finally can't gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss his way out of his old tendancies hehe-)

Okay I think I'm done but. Yeag. The sillies mean the world to me <3

Important plot point for the New Age AU post-story dustedafterdeath plot- (realizing now slight tw for abusive relationship???)

Geno is a manipulative bastard who exerts his skill and prowess over others. With Reaper their relationship was balanced and became healthy thanks to Reaper actually being stronger than Geno. So all of Geno's manipulation was more like an angry chihuahua barking at Reaper. They got over that stage fast.

With Dust?? He doesn't realize he can't show his interest the same way. Doesn't occur to him that Dust is "lesser" than him in every situation. Royal Mage against a Knight, the Mage has more political power. Geno has direct ties to Reaper, who they need to keep happy for Night's treaty. Geno has more technical skill w/ his magic and Dust is sure the technique and control would be enough to best his own barely controlled magic. He's physically weaker, especially after his shoulder injury. So when Geno realizes he's caught feelings he feels guilty, but doesn't stop manipulating him?? Because Reaper was fine with it, so clearly that's how romance works right?

And it is (shocker) NOT how romance works.

While Dust is being low key pampered and spoiled by Reaper (Reaper recognizes the power dynamics very vividly and I'd sure to make sure Dust knows he can say No or Stop at any moment to anything, even hand-holding or escorting, and Reaper respects it) as Reaper compliments him and gives him gifts and asks how he's been. Geno is out here hyperfixated on Dust's latent magic and is getting his way to learn more no matter the cost (which, in this case, is faking romantic interest). And Reaper doesn't realize how intense Geno is bring because he *thought* Geno would know better. And with the fragile situation, Dust doesn't speak up.

So, ofc, it all comes to a head when Geno finally realizes he's gone too far, Dust completely shuts him out. And Geno is too proud to face his consequences and come clean to Dust about his intentions. Dust, usually quiet anyways, just moves on, though he's deeply distrustful of every pampering Reaper does for him now.

It isn't until 2 days later that Error is talking with Geno (y'know, brother gossip) and Error asks how it's going with Dust.

When Geno responds that his plan fell through, Error asks for elaboration, and Geno tell him the jist. Leas Dust on, then let him down gently. But he caught feels and Dust didn't seem to like the advances so he gave up. And Error knows his brother and knows that's not the full story. So they change subjects, and Error convinces Geno to go visit the woods on the edge of town to test a new weapon of his.

But once they're out there and alone Error reads his brother the riot act because he's so furious and disappointed!!! Dust of all people?? Manipulating him??? And when Geno tries to defend himself (digging a deeper hole and processing just how awful he was himself as he says it out loud) Error just straight up pulls him into combat. (And Geno, not wanting to accidentally hurt his brother but also furious + caught up in emotion, fights back.)

They beat eachother into the trees and the rocks and just tear into eachother, but by the time the Knights arrive to see what the problem is (the cats got word to Ccino, and Ccino sent Dust and Cross to figure it out) Geno is pretty much on low hp and Error is wounded but still standing.

Error spots the Knights and basically uses his strings to slam Geno to the ground at Dust's feet. And there's this moment of frustration and sorrow that seems to pass between the three of them, before Cross (<- unaware) asks what Error was thinking!

Error just says he'll explain it later and that they can go back now. Cross should carry Geno. Error would explain to Reaper (Geno flinched at that).

They return, and Error pulls Reaper aside to mutter some things to him. Reaper seems distressed and takes Geno from Cross, but doesn't even seem bothered at seeing his lover as roughed up as he was. He excuses them away, and Dust disappears into his room.

Error hunts down Dust and chills with him a bit. Error apologizes on his brother's behalf, and Dust seems just. Out of it. He won't say it's okay, because it's not, but he won't put pressure on Error because it's definitely not the kid's fault. So he settles on a tired laugh and thanking Error for beating up his big brother for him. (Error and Geno are on level playing field. As siblings, as Royal Mages, as partners to their kings. They are evenly matched in almost every way, so Error had the power to stand up for Dust, and Dust appreciates that.)

Amd after that little interaction, Dust actually realizes he's alright. He has people who will look out for him. Who will make sure everything goes smoothly. AND after joking with Error some more? He realizes Geno just. Has weird priorities. Weird ways of showing his affection. Dust decides he won't give Geno a second shot unless he bends and gives up his weird manipulation with Dust.

It takes a few days before Geno is done wallowing and processing, but he comes to find Dust (Reaper right behind him, supposedly to keep him in line) looking like a prideful lil wet cat. He says he's sorry, and that he realizes it was shitty of him, and that he will respect it if Dust wants him and Reaper to stop bothering him.

Dust clarifies and asks if Reaper was being genuine. (He was.) And he asks of Geno would be willing to give being genuine a shot (a hesitant yes). Dust does not push them away, but he does say he is going to inform Night. He also asks them to swear that no matter where the relationship ends, they will not take it out on Nightmare. (They agree.)

Like. Reaper, the romantic who is actually kind and wants to make lasting relationships *before* acting on his desires. Vs. Geno, the guy driven by desires who seems to stumble across romance by mistake every time. Both after Dust, most emotionally bottled skeleton they've ever met? Wild.

Geno is super toxic about his relationships and doesn't even notice in my aus ig. Goofy ahh. He eventually gets his conscience back. But it's. A struggle.

In the other au I have Dust guilt-trip him into being less of an idiot. In this one I make his brother throw him around like a ragdoll. (To Error, violence is often the answer <3)

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Agave Syrup: ship kid. Secondary collab verse.

Annnnnd here's the new baby! She's my Cciller ship kid. She exists the the secondary ship kid universe which is a collab verse with @thebluescreen. She's from the Multiverse Rem is a part of, but not from the multiverse Coffee creamer is from. (They are two separate multiverses with different ships and storys.)

Both Agave and 4Loko are the same person, I'll explain below.

"yall really for a no caff, full foam, double chocolate latte, with an extra hit of caramel syrup!? It's my own special blend..... Added just for you~"

Name: Agave Syrup

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Strate

Parents: (Bio) Ccino (Da) and Killer (Baba). Non bio Nightmare (Father).

Other family: Rem (older half brother) Vanta (older half brother) Somba Lullaby (older half brother). Dream (uncle) Cross (Uncle) Radiant Hope (Cousin) Empathy (Cousin). And many cats.

Nicknames: Kitten (by killer) and Gave

Agave is the youngest of the Fluffynightkiller ship kids from the second verse. She grew up primary raised By Ccino and her oldest brother Rem. Killer and Nightmare were there, but weren't massively involved parents.

Agave is pretty close to her brother Rem, despite the 13 year age gap and will normally have a fortnightly movie night where they will watch crappy horror movies (like Jack Frost or The Sand) and laugh about how stupid they are. They also both love to watch old horror movies and play a game of "what incredibly stupid choice will character A make that will result in there death? Hmmm". It's there favourite thing to do together.

Agave isn't a huge fan of generally good horror films though and especially can't stand the saw films. So she doesn't watch them unless it's with Rem.

Agave and her other brother Somba aren't as close (he's 5 years older) but she still cares alot for him and isn't above defending him if needed.

Agave has two main sides to herself, this being how she is normally and her persona/alterego 4Loko. But more on that below.

Normally she is a very bright and chipper girl who's abit of a goof. She sees the fun or silly side in alot of things in life and is rarely not in a good mood. She's also quite a passive person (or at least pretends to be) and is quite kind. Her personality is abit to much like Dream's for Nightmare's liking so the two aren't really close.

She's that person who is very fun to be around but just slightly unnerving. Like there is something going on underneath her smile. Something just slightly off.

Being born with her soul on the outside of her body wasn't suprising because of her relation to Killer, however it caused Ccino to be conserned during her up bringing. He were quite scared about how easily she could be hurt of killed so always kept a close eye on her. Killer didn't care as much and gave her more free rain. For example, letting her play with this pocket knife as a 1 year old.

Agave works primarily at her Da's coffee shop and takes great pride in it. She grew up there and its been a part of her life ever since she can remember. She enjoys making her own flavouring syrups and blends to put into drinks to make them taste better. Other then that she's studying a business degree (at age 18 +) at a local university in order to get better with the business.

About 4Loko and her soul.

"Me? And serial killer? No no I'm a barista, those aren't even similar....."

Now this is where things start up, because she's got to inherit some things from Killer, right?

Agaves soul glitches, much like Killer's does, from being heart shaped to being target shaped. It does this many times a day. When this happens it normally doesn't last longer then a few seconds till it goes back to normal. To an outsider it may even be unnoticeable and for the most part it doesn't effect Agave.

However sometimes she will trap her soul into a jar or some type of container. Doing this will stop it from glitching and stick it in whatever form its in (she can't do this all the time as it strains the soul and brings pain). So sometimes she will stick it in target mode. When she sticks it in target mode, her eyes drip.

Unbeknownst to any of her parents when her soul is like this, it changes her. She feels basically nothing, no fear, no sadness, no guilt or empathy. She realised at a young age that this was her super power.

In this mode she could do anything and not suffer any emotional consequences.

It started with stealing cookies from the biscuit tin at age 9 and evolved into hurting bully's at school. Then into giving food poisoning to rude customers by mixing up syrups to slip into drinks to make people ill.

For the most part she stays out of this mode, only dipping in when she felt she needed to test how far she could push it.

When she was 15 she started to consider pushing it to the limit.

She was watching the news and found out about some kind of abuser or murder being arrested and she thought. Why do we let people who do such horrible things live? Wouldn't it be better if they were dead? Then she realised, with her super power, could she kill someone?

When she was 16 she had her first kill. They were robber shed caught beating someone in an alleyway. (I don't know to much about this yet so I'll need to think more about it) but afterwards, she realised that she'd been right in the fact that she didn't feel guilty. She could use this to make the world a better place!

She didn't kill again for about a year. (just incase, I wanna point out that I'm not saying that what Agave does is justified. She's just an ship kid, a act of fiction and not ment to be taken seriously)

So anyway, by age 17 Agave makes her second kill and continues on that path. These are alot more thought out and planned. Her method of choice is through creating poisonous syrup and killing people that way, though she isn't above a good old knife death. Her Baba taught her well. She also carries around chemicals to clean blood and things like that.

She doesn't like her victims to dweal in pain and gets the deaths over quickly and painlessly. She gets no pleasure from causing pain to others, and when she doesn't have a target soul it makes her upset to hurt people.

Agave ended up calling her killer mode 4Loko. That's the name for her alterego the serial killer. She separates 4Loko from herself and doesn't want it to impact her Day to day life. So she will use make up to cover the birth mark on her face. When she's in her 20s she ends up working as an hireable assassin for killing criminals. But more on that later.

Non of her parents know about her double life. But that doesn't mean no one does.

Rem has always kept a close eye on his little sister. Over the years he noticed her odd behaviour and her collection of 'syrups' that she keeps in her room hidden.

During her 17th year he confronts her about what she does (which was a huge mess) the two fought as she attempted to stab him through the soul with her knife. She couldn't let him live if he knew right? She would have been able to but she just couldn't bring herself to hurt him. Since she wasn't in target mode she just couldn't do it especially as he spoke to her and talked her down. (tbh it's actually a kind of sweet scene between them).

After he's calmed her Rem offers to help her kill people, and he's very happy to. (Rem has alot of darkness under his kind surface which I'm sure @thebluescreen would be more then happy to explain in better detail).

So the two grow closer through that.

And yeah, that's the basic run down of my Cciller baby.! Hope you like her! My barista turned murderer/hitman I figured this would be a good mix of both her parents.

You have no idea! How long I spent working on her colour scheme..... It took about a month till I finally had this one and I'm pretty happy with it. I hope I explained everything about her double life well, I wasn't sure how clear it is. If you have any questions, please ask.

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