#dark trol

[frutavel]

Fun OC fact of the day:

These four are technically related.

The three night elves are siblings, but if you go far back enough in the family tree it turns out they all share a common ancestor with Tau - and oddly enough the nelves are actually closer to that ancestor than Tau is. Their parents are very, very old elves, and all in all only a few generations removed from the dark trolls that bore them.

Kaharau is a dark troll who, according to legend, wanted to cheat death by becoming a loa. He sought to achieve this by having his friends and family pay him tributes in life, something that most saw as foolish or a joking manner.

The young ones took that to heart though, and a few too many eager younglings was more than enough to fulfill the old man's wish. It's said that ol' Kaharau became a trickster spirit in The Other Side, and while few know of his story, he is kept alive in legend and song and the occasional offering made by those who find some joy in his tale.

Kaharau's descendants would eventually split in two lines. One line was changed by the Well of Eternity into something entirely new, becoming the night elves that Adagio, Andryza and Rex were born from. The other line continued as they always had, and Urutau is now one of the few living grandchildren of a trickster loa.

[jinxedruby]

Whumptober Day Twelve: Underground Caverns

Featuring Sky and Wild.

Heads up for a panic attack in this one.

AO3

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Humidity hung thick in the air, pouring down Sky’s throat with each breath and clogging his lungs. Sweat coated his skin, clinging to his hair and the collar of his sailcloth. Some animal he didn’t recognize hooted in the distance, joining the cacophony of the hordes of unseen bugs chirping and whirring from the trees.

“We’re in Faron, alright,” Wild said from beside him as they tromped together through the thick underbrush.

Sky huffed, clothes chafing uncomfortably against him with each step. “Faron Woods was never this… sticky.”

Wild laughed, the sound too light-hearted for Sky’s current mood. “That’s my era’s Faron, for you. Zelda called it, uh… tro- trol- tropical.”

“Whatever it’s called, I don’t like it,” Sky grumbled, peeling his tunic away from his chest in an attempt to get cool air on his skin. It didn’t work. “It feels like trying to breathe underwater.”

Wild laughed again and Sky really couldn’t fathom what he found so humorous. They continued picking their way through the lush forest, following the base of a cliff. Wild had been chosen to scout since the area was familiar to him, even if his device’s map wasn’t working. Sky had volunteered to go with him, having always liked the natural beauty of Wild’s era. He found himself regretting that decision a bit. While Sky slogged along, Wild seemed to take little issue with the climate, despite him sweating through his clothes the same as Sky. The cook kept darting off whenever they passed by certain trees that held large, harpastum-sized fruits with spiny exteriors.

Something bright yellow in their otherwise green surroundings caught Sky’s attention. He turned to see a short tree with bunches of oblong yellow fruits.

“Hey, Cook, do you know what these are?” he asked, stepping closer to examine them. Wild jogged after him.

“Bananas,” Wild said. He reached up and plucked the multi-lobed fruit from the tree. Then he grabbed one lobe and separated it before breaking the brown stem. He peeled the skin apart to reveal a pale yellow interior. He held it out to Sky. “Here, try one. They’re pretty good raw.”

Sky took it hesitantly. He poked at the weird, soft interior. He glanced up at Wild who had peeled another banana and bit off half the interior. He gave Sky an encouraging nod. Sky slowly brought the fruit to his lips and bit off a small chunk. He blinked, chewing the soft fruit only twice before it reduced to pudding in his mouth. “That’s really sweet,” he said in surprise after swallowing.

“Isn’t it?” Wild squeezed the bottom of the peeled skin, popping the rest of the interior into his mouth. “If you cook it right, it makes you stronger for a bit.”

Sky laughed, taking a larger bite. “Fledge would love that.”

Wild tapped the surface of his device and the rest of the bananas vanished into it in a flash of blue light. He beckoned Sky and the two continued onward. Sky picked away at the banana as they walked, the snack lifting his mood at least a little. Wild took just about every fruit they passed and Sky could only wonder at how he carried so much.

After a few more minutes of walking, a dark splotch on the cliff wall beside them caught Sky’s attention. He glanced over to see the mouth of a cave in the rock. A little dot of yellow sat in the entrance. He moved closer to see a bunch of those oblong yellow fruits on the ground just inside the cave. Curious, he headed toward it.

“Hey, Cook,” he called. Wild hummed a response from some distance, busy picking more spiny harpastum fruits. “Do those, uh, bananas grow on the ground?”

“What?”

Sky pointed, only a couple steps away. He walked into the cave, stooping down to grab them. “Here, there’s-”

“SKY, DON’T!”

Sky froze, head snapping around. He caught barely a glimpse of Wild sprinting toward him, eyes wide. Then an explosion boomed overhead. Something cracked and roared in the same moment. Burning heat rushed over Sky, dirt and rocks pelting him from above. Before he could react, Wild slammed into him from behind, sending them both flying into the cave. Not a moment later, the ceiling of the cave entrance gave way. He felt Wild pressed against his back, covering his head. The sound of boulders and chunks of rock cracking and collapsing rattled in Sky’s skull. He clenched his teeth as the intense vibration made them buzz, thrumming through his chest.

Finally, the crashing and rumbling stopped. Sky’s ears rang in the ensuing silence. He cautiously opened his eyes only to be met with near-complete darkness. The weight on his back shifted as Wild pushed himself up and off of him.

Wild coughed then said, “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” Sky replied. He slowly turned onto his back and sat up, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the dimness. He could just make out Wild’s silhouette against the slivers of light filtering through the gaps in the rocks filling the entryway. “You?”

“Fine.” Wild turned toward the rocks, pushing himself to his feet. As Sky stood, Wild walked up to the rocks, pushing experimentally at them. “We must be closer to my era than I thought if the Yiga are active.” He froze abruptly. “Yiga- Oh, I’m such- Sky, watch our backs! The Yiga can teleport!”

Sky immediately drew his sword, whirling around to face the cave. Eerie, unending blackness greeted him. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. The temperature in the cave dropped significantly compared to the outside. His neck felt cold, the cool air sucking the heat out of his sweat and leaving a chill on his skin. He heard a grunt from behind as Wild tried to move the rocks. After a few seconds, Wild let out a gasp.

“That’s not… gonna work,” he panted. “Okay, new plan. Step back a bit.”

Sky glanced over his shoulder to see Wild walking toward him, waving him farther into the cave. Sky obliged, through walking deeper into the darkness caused a pit to form in his stomach.

“What’s your plan?” he asked, fighting the unease back.

A whir answered him, a glowing blue bomb appearing in Wild’s hands. Its light shone on his arms and the underside of his face, illuminating his grinning teeth. Wild hurled the bomb, blue wisps trailing after its path. It landed with a thud at the base of the rocks. Sky heard a small click as Wild hit a button on his device.

The bomb detonated in a flash of blue light. A harsh crack and heavy rumble shook the very earth. The rocks blocking the entrance exploded outwards. At the same time, the ceiling caved. Wild cursed. Sky barely heard it over the deafening sound of tons of rock crashing down. He whipped around and sprinted deeper into the cave. He couldn’t see Wild. Something knocked against his shoulder, sending him stumbling.

The toe of his boot caught on a ridge in the ground. His heart leapt into his throat as he pitched forward. Another ridge jabbed hard into his ribs as he fell flat on his stomach. Something popped in his chest and he let out a wheezing cry, the sound swallowed by the roar of the cave-in. He tried to struggle forward until something slammed into his back. He curled up in place, wrapping his arms around his head. Teeth clenched and eyes screwed shut, he waited as the cave collapsed around him. Rocks slammed down somewhere near him, the impact jolting through Sky’s bones. His chest ached horribly but he could only curl tighter, bracing himself for the ceiling to inevitably crush him.

Then the rumbling slowed and grew fainter. Crashes of massive stone chunks gave way to small clatters as the rocks settled into place. Sky remained still until only the sound of blood roaring in his ears remained. He slowly, carefully uncurled. Pain sprung into his chest at the movement, robbing him of breath. He sank his teeth into his lip as he drew a breath through his nose despite the pain. He felt grit on his eyelids and used the underside of his sailcloth to wipe some of it away. He opened his eyes.

Pure, unbroken blackness.

He blinked again. He saw no difference between closing his eyes and opening them. It wasn’t like before when the little bit of light coming through the rocks allowed at least some sight. The deep darkness stole away all sense of space. His lungs clutched at his ribs.

“C-Cook?” he called, voice croaking. No echo. The walls of the dark stole the sound from his throat. His chest clenched again, stomach rolling. “Champion?”

When Wild still didn’t respond, the reality of the situation fully sank in. Sky sat up, keeping one hand on the ground, the other stretched out into the infinite void. His chest ached with pain, gut twisting. A chill sank into his bones, his sweat working against him and leaving him feeling freezing. “Link!” His heart throbbed heavily, pulsing painfully in his throat. His head spun. His lungs tightened. He scrambled to his knees, regardless of the pain. “Link!” He darted forward. His forehead smacked into a rock wall. He spun, head reeling as he pressed his back to the wall.

Cook’s dead. He couldn’t hold the thought back. He slid down to a sitting position, knees failing to support his weight. His breaths turned to gasps. Cook’s dead. His chest burned like someone had poured lava down his throat. He pressed his palm flat against it. He couldn’t breathe. It hurt too much. His shallow gasps vanished into the darkness. Gray sparks winked before him as his head filled with cotton. The darkness crushed against his lungs and dug into his eye sockets. He could hardly feel the wall at his back anymore. His fingers buzzed, vision graying and gravity yanking at his head. He brought a hand to his hair, trying to hold his head up. His heart thudded frantically against his aching ribs. His lungs squeezed and refused air.

“Sky?” Wild’s voice called from the blackness.

Air shuddered in Sky’s throat. “C-” He couldn’t speak. “C-” He couldn’t breathe.

“Sky, where are you?”

Sky could only gasp, chest burning as his head grew lighter. His abdomen and limbs felt stuffed with wool. Something gripped his arm. He thrashed with a breathless yelp. The hand vanished. There may have been a voice, but a whine took up residence in his ears, drowning out any words. He felt himself tip forward. His forehead collided with his bent knees and he let it stay there, rubbing his chest with numb fingers.

An orange light flared behind his tightly shut eyelids. He flinched and wrenched them open. The blackness fled to the edges of his vision as light shone into the void. He could actually see his feet propped up beneath him, see the rocky ground under them. At least, until the blackness began overtaking his sight again.

“Deep… deep breaths, Link,” a voice directly to his right said. The words sounded slow, muffled and distant. “I’m ‘onna… count. For four. In and out.”

Sky could hardly hear as Wild started counting to four repeatedly. Vaguely, he recognized what Wild was doing. He tried matching his breaths to the count but his chest burned as his lungs attempted to expand. A cry built in him but couldn’t escape. He rubbed his chest harder, neck muscles pulling taut in a grimace.

“It’s okay, it’s… it’s okay,” Wild soothed. Sky couldn’t tell if he imagined the slur in the cook’s words or not. “Just breathe.”

“I can’t,” Sky wheezed.

“You can, you jus’ did. Did to… to talk, yeah?”

Sky pulled in a trembling gasp. Wild resumed counting and Sky waited to exhale until Wild started from one again. His breath hitched constantly, thorns spearing into his ribs with each inhale. Even so, slowly but surely, his breaths began to even out. The blackness inched out of his vision. The wool threaded out of his body and head. After several deep breaths, though the pain in his chest never receded, he managed to lift his head from his knees.

Wild crouched beside him, leaning one shoulder against the wall Sky sat against. Sky’s gaze followed the light to its source; a lit torch lying on the ground. The orange light of the flame hurt his eyes after seeing absolutely nothing for however long it had been since the cave-in. Sky couldn’t tell. He looked back over at Wild, limbs trembling like pudding. Wild’s hair matted oddly at the top of his head, a dark patch visible against the blond. Sky didn’t notice until just then that Wild leaned his head against the wall too, posture slumped slightly.

“Feelin’ alright?” Wild asked. Sky definitely hadn’t imagined the slur earlier.

“Y-yeah. Thanks,” Sky responded, raspy from his sore throat. “Your head…”

Wild lifted a hand and gingerly patted the matted hair on his crown. He winced. “It’s… fine. Jus’ aches a bit.”

Sky gestured for Wild to let him see and the cook leaned over. “Did a rock hit you?” he asked. He gently parted Wild’s bloody hair, struggling to rein in the quiver of his hands so he could look at the wound. As Wild tipped forward, blood rolled along his scalp and down his forehead. He idly wiped it away.

“Think so,” Wild answered. He paused. “Might’ve been unconscious. For a bit. Not tha’ long.”

That would explain why he hadn’t responded when Sky first called out to him. It was a miracle he hadn’t been crushed.

“’M sorry,” Wild said as Sky took his hands from his hair. Sky glanced up from his pouch to see Wild with his gaze cast down, brow knitted. Blood trailed into the furrow, curving down the side of his nose. “Stupid idea. Blowing up th’ rocks…”

“Honestly?” Sky pulled out a bottle. He held it to the light, making sure the liquid inside was indeed red. “I probably would’ve done the same thing.”

Wild laughed, breathy and quiet. “The captain’s gonna let me have it. And Rancher. And the ol’ man. An’ Collector…”

“I won’t say anything if you don’t tell them that I fell for the most obvious trap ever.”

Wild barked out another laugh, quickly cut short by a pained hiss. Sky held the heart potion out to him. Wild blinked at it then frowned.

“It’s not tha’ bad,” he protested.

“I need your brain at full function to help us figure a way out of here.” Sky felt a brief flash of panic at the reminder of their predicament. He knotted his lips, fixing his gaze on the wavering flame of the lit torch until the feeling subsided.

Thankfully, Wild didn’t need more convincing. After a few long moments of deliberation, he took the potion from Sky and pulled the cork out with a light pop. He tipped his head back as he drank it, the drop of blood rolling along his cheek at the motion. Once he finished it, he handed the empty bottle back to Sky, prodding the top of his head.

“Good as new,” he said, though Sky didn’t miss how his words still came out slow and slightly stilted.

Sky tucked the bottle back into his pouch. He started to turn to look around, but the deep, unending darkness swelled beyond the light of the torch. He stiffened and hurriedly turned back around, staring at the flame.

“You okay?” Wild asked gently, concern evident in his tone.

“I- yeah,” Sky stammered. He took a deep breath but the ache in his ribs stopped it short. He rubbed his chest, glancing up from the torch to Wild. “I don’t- I don’t like feeling trapped.”

Wild nodded. He glanced around in the way Sky couldn’t. “Well, what do you say we get out of here, then?”

Sky’s gaze flicked back to the torch. “How exactly are we… we going to do that?”

“Well…” Wild looked over his shoulder, torchlight dancing off his long hair as he moved. “I don’t think leaving the way we came is an option anymore.” He turned back around, staring down the cave with narrowed eyes. Sky couldn’t bring himself to look, focusing solely on Wild and the torch.

“I think these are cart rails,” Wild said, tapping the toe of his boot against one of the ridges Sky had tripped over earlier. “There… might be… a-another entrance? On the other side of the mountain?”

His doubtful tone did not instill Sky with confidence. Sky bit his knuckle, fighting back the surge of panic. Wild glanced at him and his expression flinched just slightly. Abruptly, he pushed himself to his feet.

“Well, listen, I think I- I remember Zelda talking about these Sheikah excavation tunnels, back when they were looking for more Guardians and stuff,” Wild began. “The project probably got, um, abandoned once the Calamity hit, but they were really thorough. I’d be surprised if there weren’t multiple entrances.”

Sky pursed his lips, letting the words sink in. He still had his doubts on the validity of Wild’s statement. But… He let out a rough sigh. If it meant keeping the angst at bay, he’d be willing to believe it. He lifted his head to meet Wild’s gaze. The cook gave him a half smile, offering a hand to help him up. Sky took it, letting Wild pull him to his feet.

“We also need to be on the lookout for Yiga,” Wild said as he stooped to pick up the torch. “In case they actually think to check if we survived.” He paused, regarding the torch. After a moment, he held it out to Sky. “It might help if you held it.”

Sky blinked. Then his shoulders slumped, gratefulness washing over him. “It would. Thank you.”

He took the torch in hand, feeling its warmth against his face. With a steadying breath, he turned to look deeper into the cave. The voice lying in wait sent a shudder through his body. He tightened his grip on the torch, glancing at Wild. With a determined nod from the cook, the two set off through the cave.

(Concluded here)

[vilevenom]

hurt comfort for fem branch please 😭

I hc her as autistic so maybe male poppy reassuring her

Ik u don't really care ABT the genders, but I'm heavy projecting on branch cause I kin him and I am DYING today

Thank you SO SO SO much for writing it if you decide to

HELLO ANON!

I am SO sorry that you sent this ask around a week ago and I'm only able to give you something now. I also hope I'm not posting this too late for you 😕 (This is the first night on my vacation I've managed to dig my laptop out) I wrote this pretty quick, and I didn't give it a good read over to properly edit it, but I hope you like it, and that you're doing okay ❤️❤️❤️ P.S-I'm not well verse in regards to austism, so I'm not super comfy writing it. I used my own experiences with overstimulation and sensory overload to write this

It had been…a day. An overwhelming, awful day. And it wasn't even close to being over yet.

Branch had woken up feeling like today wasn't necessarily going to be a bad day, but she knew it wasn't necessarily going to be a good day, either. Of course, that had been before she'd even gotten out of bed. Once she'd pushed herself up and threw her legs over the side, she'd near instantly knew the day was going to be a struggle. The floor was too cold under her feet, none of her clothes felt like they fit on her body quite right, every light was either too bright or too dark, and none of the food in her bunker was appetizing.

Things only got worse when Poppy showed up to drag her out for the morning music routine. She'd gone, of course. She couldn't let Poppy down. However, stepping outside had proven to be the worst decision she'd made yet. The sun was far too bright, and everyone in the village was so loud. And there were just so many trolls participating in the music number, it made her feel like she was in a teeny, tiny room, instead of out doors.

Thankfully, once the song was done and over with, she managed to sneak away quickly to catch her breath and recenter herself somewhat, before Poppy found her once again. She was invited to breakfast with the Snack Pack, which she felt obligated to accept, despite her negligible appetite. She thought, perhaps, she could get away with picking at a muffin while sitting next to Poppy so the King of Pop could direct and hold conversation without needing much, if any, input from her. Unfortunately, that was not to be the case, as Poppy kept prompting Branch to speak. It was exhausting.

Finally, once breakfast was over Branch thought she was at last free and clear. She bid farewell to the snack pack and tried to sneak away, but Poppy wasn't having any of it. He appeared in front of Branch just as she thought she had made it to safety.

"CUPCAKES! Poppy," Branch wheezed, patting at her chest as her heart felt like it was trying to escape her chest. To say that the surprise had also caused her irritation and irritability to spike was also an understatement. She scowled without thought at the pink troll, a low growl escaping her. "What is it?!"

Poppy looked distraught at Branch's anger, shrinking in on himself a little. "Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me while I go take care of some errands around the village before lunch with Nova Swift to talk about an upcoming fashion show."|

Branch immediately deflated at Poppy's apology, though she still felt like she might explode if prodded just the wrong way. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap," she sighed, rubbing at her forehead, "You know I would normally love to join you around town, but today I just-" She groaned and waved her hands through the air. "I don't know how to describe it. Today everything just feels like too much. I don't think I can handle any more…anyone."

Poppy blinked, obviously a bit surprised by Branch's response. Which was to be expected, really. What troll didn't like to socialize and make plans for big events? Branch knew, even after all the work she'd put in to being a better troll, she was still very much an odd one out.

"Oh," Poppy hummed, rubbing his hands together for a moment, before giving a little nod. "Okay."

It was Branch's turn to blink in surprise, not having expected Poppy to take her at face value so easily or quickly. "Wait…really? You're okay if I skip out on today?"

Poppy's face melted into a warm smile, offering a quick nod. "Of course, Branch. You've been doing so much around the village lately, you deserve a day to relax."

"Oh, thank you," Branch felt her shoulders slump as her chin fell to her chest. She heard Poppy chuckle and only jumped slightly when she felt his hand land on her shoulder.

"Of course! You know I just want you to be comfortable and happy."

"Thanks, Poppy," Branch hummed, offering Poppy a strained smile.

"Any time. Now, let's get you back to the bunker," Poppy said as he moved behind Branch to gently take her by the shoulders and direct her towards her bunker.

Everything seemed like it was going relatively well after that, and Branch shuffled towards her bunker with Poppy following shortly behind. That was, of course, until a random troll suddenly jumped from the bushes in front of them screaming about an impromptu dance party. Branch bristled as Poppy froze behind her and music erupted from every direction, while trolls hurried into the area to start dancing and singing along to the music.

Branch felt like her head was going to explode, quickly lifting her hands to her ears to try and block out some of the sound. She squeezed her eyes shut, a quiet whimper leaving her even as he breathing began to quicken, along with her heart beat. The world felt like it was closing in around her as she curled in on herself, crouching down and just barely resisting the urge to wrap herself protectively in her hair.

It took a solid minute for Branch to register hands on her shoulders again, let alone the fact that someone was even talking to her. She blinked a few times, feeling like she was clearing her vision of static until she could see Poppy crouched in front of her.

"Poppy?"

"There you are! C'mon, Branch. I'm going to get you out of here," Poppy said over the din of the other trolls in the area partying.

Branch simply nodded, watching in mild confusion as Poppy turned and gestured towards his back. "Up you get, come on," Poppy urged, finally making Branch realize that the King was offering her a piggy back ride. Sluggishly she moved, struggling to get her limbs to cooperate.

Once Branch was settled over Poppy's back with her face buried in bright pink hair, the King began to move quickly through the crowd, easily and effectively dodging around anyone that tried to get him to dance. Somehow, he managed to get away from the spontaneous party and got Branch back to the bunker. He didn't let her down, however, until the two were down the elevator and in Branch's living room. Carefully, he deposited her on her couch, quickly whisking away to fetch a glass of water, pressing it into her slightly shaky hands when he returned to her.

"You okay?"

Branch shook her head, feeling like her voice was stuck in her throat, unable to verbally respond.

"Okay. What would you like to help make you feel better?"

A quiet whine escaped Branch, her shoulders shifting up to her ears, eyes downcast, wishing she could force her voice to work, but nothing was forthcoming. She would love nothing more than to respond to Poppy, who was being so kind and caring, only to receive silence back.

After a beat Poppy snapped his fingers, causing Branch to jump and stare at him with wide eyes. "Oops," he laughed awkwardly, "Sorry. But, uh, how about we stick to yes or no questions? That way you can just nod or shake your head?"

Branch perked up and gave a little nod, a wobbly little smile making its way onto her face.

"Okay, perfect! Would you like a blanket?"

Branch thought for a moment, before giving a short nod. Poppy grinned and was off like a shot, returning not a minute later to carefully drape a thick, cozy blanket around Branch's shoulders. It took her a moment to recognize it was one of her favorites to snuggle up with. Poppy must have noticed one of the times he was over to hang out.

"All right! Now, you've got water already. And it's nice and quiet down here. Would you like company? And by company, I do just mean me," Poppy said with a little grin. Branch let out a near silent laugh, before nodding slightly, thought she frowned after a beat, opening her mouth, only to snap it shut again a moment later with a little look of concern on her face.

Poppy frowned, only to chuckled and move to sit next to Branch on the couch. "Oh, don't worry about the village. I'm sure they'll be fine without me."

Branch let out a breath, humming quietly with a nod, forever grateful that somehow Poppy could read her like an open book. She took a few tentative sips of her water before setting the glass aside, then turned a mild look of trepidation towards Poppy. It lasted for only a moment before she let out a huff of breath, a mild scowl of determination settling itself on her face. Poppy offered a lopsided, confused smile as Branch shifted around on the couch, tossing half of the blanket over Poppy's shoulders, before curling up next to his side.

"Oh," Poppy breathed, a slow grin working its way across his face, before he settled his arm around Branch's shoulders and tugged her more firmly into his side. "Yeah, you know I'm always good for cuddles," he sighed, resting his cheek against Branch's hair, more than pleased to feel her breathing even out where she was pressed against his side.

[underworld-park-offical]

CRAIG: Wait holy shit

CRAIG: My fucking phone

CRAIG: Guys

CRAIG: My phone

CRAIG: IT WORKS

EVERYONE: UGHHHHH

TOLKIEN: Well if your phone works, that could be the plausible explanation as to why the intercoms are still functional while the power is out

CRAIG: Okay ate Shakespeare

CRAIG: Atespeare

TOLKIEN and TWEEK: You are so annoying oh my god

TOLKIEN: I want to kill you just for that

TWEEK: If you want to kill him I'll hold him down

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CRAIG: Spooky

CRAIG: It's giving back rooms

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CRAIG: I am going to beat you up

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TWEEK: What

TOLKIEN: Oh its nothing

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CLYDE: Woahhh

CLYDE: Guys there's like

CLYDE: An echo now!

CLYDE: Hi Clyde! (Clyde! Clyde!)

CLYDE: This is so cool (cool cool cool)

TOLKIEN: Since when did our hallways get so….

TOLKIEN: Creepy?

TOLKIEN: Tweek, this happened when you got here

TOLKIEN: Are you an alien?

TWEEK: NO??????????

TOLKIEN: Demon?

TWEEK: NO?????????????????

TOLKIEN: Huh

TOLKIEN: I'm out of ideas

TOLKIEN: ….

TOLKIEN: Stan would have a field day with you

CLYDE: Stan would

CRAIG: Oh yea, I'm totally recording that when it happens

TWEEK: Can I get a puddin out of it?

CRAIG: Sure

CRAIG: I can venmo you the money for it

CRAIG: Do you like

CRAIG: Have venmo?

TWEEK: What the fuck is venmo???? CRAIG: Not you not knowing what venmo is

CRAIG: Loser

CLYDE: Yoooo thunder crackling right now

CRAIG: (records) Hey guys welcome back to my blog and sorry that the cam quality is so ass

CRAIG: There's currently a power outage out at the school

CRAIG: Its not giving

CRAIG: Anyways

CRAIG: Make sure to like and subscribe for more

TOLKIEN: ARE YOU FUCKING FILIMG THIS RIGHT NOW???? 

CRAIG: Yeah, so?

TOLKIEN: What do you mean, so?!

TOLKIEN: There's nothing to even film, it's dark as shit

CRAIG: Doesn't mean there can't be content

TOLKIEN: I swear.

TOLKIEN: TO GOD

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CRAIG: The cam quality is so ass

TOLKIEN: See? I told you

TOLKIEN: Fucking queer

CRAIG: I am

CRAIG: LITERALLY

CRAIG: Not gay

TWEEK: Hey uh

TWEEK: Guys?

TWEEK: Shouldn’t we like…. check to see why the intercoms or whatever you're calling them are doing that? CLYDE: Yeah! Oh my god you're so smart

CLYDE: That's like

CLYDE: Not normal behavior.

TOLKIEN: Ahem

TOLKIEN: Clyde

CLYDE: What????

TOLKIEN: I am

TOLKIEN: Right here

INTERCOM: ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ OOOOH  ╧╧╧╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ D ╬ R ╬ A╬M ╧ AAAAA╬ ╬

INTERCOM: ╬ ╬ ■ C╒╬O ╬N╬TROL ╧  ■ ╧ YOUR ╬ M╬ A╬ N╬ ╬ �� ╒╒╒╒ ╬ ■ ■ ╬

CRAIG: Omg

CRAIG: I'm so putting this on my blog

TWEEK: Read the room, dude…

TWEEK: Read the fucking room

CLYDE: This is the one time I hate the morning announcements

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CLYDE: Shhhhhh

CLYDE: I mean you're right but shhhhhh

TWEEK: But seriously, we should go

TWEEK: I think someone of some kind of authority would have come over by now

TWEEK: We should like

TWEEK: Check it out or something…

CLYDE: You're so right, Tweek

TOLKIEN: Clyde.

TOLKIEN: I am

TOLKIEN: RIGHT here

CLYDE: So….

CLYDE: No thruple?

TOLKIEN: NO

CLYDE: Ah…

CLYDE: Rats….

TWEEK: Shut up Clyde, nobody likes you

CLYDE: Wuh- buh-

CLYDE: BUT YOU LISTENED TO ME RANT ABOUT NIGHTCORE?????

CLYDE: I THOUGHT WE HAD A MOMENT??????????

CLYDE: I THOUGHT THERE WAS A SPARK?????????????

TWEEK: Aren't you taken?

CLYDE: …

CLYDE: Oh yeah…

TOLKIEN: Porkchop

TOLKIEN: Sweetheart

TOLKIEN: Love of my goddamn life

TOLKIEN: You are

TOLKIEN: So stupid sometimes

CLYDE: But you love me for it~

TOLKIEN: Debatable

CLYDE: WHAT?????

TOLKIEN: I'm kidding, you goober

TOLKIEN: ....maybe

CLYDE: TOLKIEN DON'T TEASE ME LIKE THAT

TOLKIEN: I can't resist it, ya know

INTERCOMS: ╬ ╬╬ ■ T╧ ╬ W■ ╬ ■ EE╬ ╧ K■ ╧  ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╧ ╧ ╬ ■ ╬ ■ ╬ ╒ ╒ ╒

TWEEK: Guys, the intercoms…

CLYDE: Right right

CRAIG: This is not giving right now

CRAIG: Do we like

CRAIG: Have too?

TWEEK: I would say so

CRAIG: Literally why smh

TWEEK: Because they just called my name!?

CRAIG: What do you think I am?

CRAIG: A mechanic?

TWEEK: Yeah but still…

TWEEK: I think the longer we stay here, the more likely we are to get murdered or something?

CLYDE: WAHHHH I DON'T WANNA DIEEEEE

TOLKIEN: There there, you won't die

TOLKIEN: But if you do I'll bury you in dinosaur bones like you've always wanted

CLYDE: And play my favorite nightcore playlist at my funeral?

TOLKIEN: And play your favorite nightcore playlist at your funeral, yes

CLYDE: Good, Good, by the way, babe, do you know where the generator room is?

TOLKIEN: No, why would I?

CLYDE: Cuz you're like

CLYDE: Super smart and stuff

TOLKIEN: Aww…

CRAIG: Rizzler moment!

TWEEK: Should be to the left

TOLKIEN: How do you know that?

TOLKIEN: You just got here

CRAIG: Not Tweek being a sussy baka rn

CRAIG: Smh

CRAIG: Omg hold up

CRAIG: Who

CRAIG: Who is getting in the middle of the recording right now?

TWEEK: Your mom

CLYDE: Hehe, nice

CRAIG: This is NOT a slay right now

CRAIG: Get this British away from me

PIP: Shut the fuck up you crusty motherfucker

PIP: I always hated your two tone Google chrome metrophone megaphone ass

PIP: And that's saying a lot because I hate all of you

PIP: But it was always the influencer I didn't like

TOLKIEN: Nobody likes influencers

PIP: True, but this one was the most insufferable

PIP: Craig_The_Real_Bitch, Right?

CRAIG: *Craig_The_Real_Tucker

TWEEK: Did he just say the asterisk out loud????

CRAIG: Yes, I'm correcting him, that's why I said *Craig_The_Real_Tucker

TOLKIEN: He does that alot

TOLKIEN: We’re desensitized to it at this point

PIP: God why do you say all these underscores

PIP: You aren't a blonde crop top wearing bimbo you overrated sonic the hedgehog wannabe

PIP: Now anyways,

PIP: Turn off that goddamn phone

PIP: Pretend this is the movie theater!

PIP: Have some class, fuckface

PIP: Pay attention when I am talking to you

CRAIG: No <3

PIP: …

PIP: Fine then, I’ll just turn off that phone myself

PIP: Better yet, I'll break it

CRAIG: No please my phone is literally my life support

CRAIG: If you break it I’ll like

CRAIG: Totally die

CRAIG: Or something

PIP: Shut that shit and perish

CRAIG: Fine, fine, fine…

PIP: Thank you

PIP: Now that we’ve hit mute on the insufferable prick here

PIP: I'm sure you’re all wondering, “How is he alive right now? Didn’t he get crushed to death???”

PIP: To that I say, you're right!

PIP: I'm not at all alive

PIP: I am in fact, very,

PIP: VERY

PIP: Dead.

CLYDE: WAHHHHUGFYUKGTP(YYIFDIGFYCYIG 

CLYDE: ZOMBIE!!!!!!

CRAIG: Its giving the walking dead

CRAIG: Slay

PIP: Shut up you fake ass botox injected taki munching booty crunching dollar tree ass Charli D’Amealio

PIP:  I am not a zombie, that's just cheesy!

PIP: I am, however

PIP:  ╬A bad motherfucker ╬

(( EDITS MADE BY @pissblanket the backrooms edit was all me ))

[radicheart-a]

Musical Number: Power & Control

Alastor won’t admit it out loud, but he’s nervous. It’s been a long time since he last did a big performance like this – and with how his listener base has been dwindling over the past couple decades, along with the fact that this is not usually the genre of song he performs, he isn’t sure how well it will be received.

Even if it’s not, he is going to have FUN with it – and to him, that almost matters more than his fanbase.

“Ladies and gentleman!” That’s the owner of this establishment making the announcement that heralds his arrival. “We have a SPECIAL GUEST tonight! It is the honor of Club Inferno to introduce to you the man that no doubt led to a lot of you coming tonight! Without any further ado, here’s the Radio Demon himself: ALASTOR!”

The reaction is mixed, from what he can hear through the curtain. There’s a lot of clapping, even some cheering. He hears a few scattered boos; probably people he’s personally offended over the years. He isn’t offended, though. Actually, the fact that they’re still here listening to him despite whatever grudges they might have is amusing to him.

Their asses are already in their seats.  That speaks louder than their protests.

The music starts. It’s soft, but it steadily gets louder as it leads up to him truly beginning his performance. He’s pulling out all the stops for this, and that’s made manifest by how several of his shades seep out of the stage floor to start him off, with their ethereal voices adding to the fog rolling over the floorboards.

♪ Po-wer…and con-trol! ♫

As the shadows stretch and curl at the back end of the stage, Alastor himself rises from the shadows still on the floor, arms currently tucked behind his back as only his glowing red eyes and glinting golden smile are visible in the dark. And as their line closes out, he chuckles in sync with the music – and then, all at once, the rest of his form becomes visible as he takes over: dressed in a bright red suit, making him stand out as the star of the show. The same shade of crimson makes up the jacket with twin tails that reach his knees, vest, bowtie, and pants of his ensemble. The only pieces of his outfit that aren’t red are his shirt (white), the buttons on his vest (gold), and the chain clipped to his lapel and jacket pocket (also gold). The chain is connected to his lapel by a small pair of molded gold antlers, furthering his deer motif. As always, he’s wearing his gold-rimmed, red-lensed glasses, and the six points of his antlers are tipped with small gold caps, as well as connected together with slender gold chains. His shoes, specially tailored for his hooved feet and clicking pleasantly against the stage as he moves across it, are white and red spectators.

He really went all out this time.

Alastor’s velvety smooth voice rings out, louder than that of the shades still hovering behind him. It seems they will be his accompaniment this evening.

♪ Give a little, get a lot; That's just how you are with lo-o-ove! ♫

The shadows take over from behind:

♪ Give a little, get a lot… ♫

And they continue as Alastor joins back in:

♪ Yeah, you may be good lookin’, But you're not a piece of art! ♫

The music – hey, where IS it coming from? – kicks up the volume for the chorus, and Alastor sings it solo while snapping his fingers, spinning, and walking towards the crowd in sync with the beat.

♪ Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I'm gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I'm gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all! ♫

He stops at the very edge of the stage, his legs spread and tips of his shoes touching the barrier between standing and falling right off into the crowd below, and he opens his arms wide.

♪ Women and men, we are the same… ♫

He clutches his right hand against the left side of his chest.

♪ …but love will always be a game! ♫

That same hand thrusts out over the crowd, fingers splayed, before reeling back in to once again clutch his chest.

♪ We give and take a little more; ♫

Now both hands are reaching out to pull at an invisible rope.

♪ Eternal game of tug and waaaaaar! ♫

His legs come back together so his heels can touch as he props his right hand on his hip and cocks it out. The other arm hangs down by his side until the final word of the first line, where he holds it up to point its index at his temple, and then the second line, where it grips at the same side of his chest before closing into a fist against it to emphasize his point.

♪ Think you're funny, think you're sma-art; Think you're gonna break my he-e-eart! ♫

The shadows chime back in:

♪ Think you're funny, think you're smart… Yeah, you may be good lookin’, But you're not a piece of art! ♫

Alastor summons his microphone staff, twirls it for flair, and taps it down loudly against the stage before the chorus kicks back in. He walks in sync with the rhythm along the very edge of the right hand side of the stage, eventually kneeling down and clutching at his staff with the right hand while the left gestures out, palm down and fingers splayed, over the crowd during the final line. 

(Someone tries to grab his hand. He avoids them by drawing it back and clenching it into another fist, again in perfect tempo.)

♪ Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I'm gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I'm gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all! ♫

He zips back to his original position at the front edge and center of the stage, tapping his right foot along to the beat as he looks left and right alternatingly with each line. The third line has him idly inspecting the claw-like nails on his left hand, its fingers curled down into his palm, and the fourth has that hand flipping around to put its palm outwards as he sings it.

♪ Women and men, we are the same, But love will always be a game! A human vulnerability Doesn't mean that I am we-e-eak! ♫

Alastor spins around in a full circle once before letting himself fall to the right. One of his shades catches him before he can hit the floor, but he’s still closing his eyes and draping his left arm dramatically over his forehead as he carries on singing into his staff.

♪ That I-I am we-eak! I-I am we-eeeeak! That I-I am we-eak! I-I am we-eeeeak, we-eeeeak! ♫

The shade that caught its master quickly positions them so it can take his hands and swing them both ‘round, its voice (along with the other shades) providing accompaniment as he carries on.

♪ (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-eak! (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-eak! (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-eak! (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-e-e-e-e-eak! ♫

Alastor is thrown back up so he can land on his feet and belt out the last couple choruses; first while leaning back and holding his staff close to his grin, then leaning back forward and over, hand still cupping the microphone part of his staff as he taps his left foot to the tempo.

♪ Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I'm gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I'm gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all!  Women and men, we are the same, But love will always be a game! We give and take a little more; Eternal game of tug and waaaaaar! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I'm gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I'm gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all! ♫

There’s no stage beyond where he’s standing, but that doesn’t stop him from making more stage: creating portals in the floor in a line in front of him so large black tentacles can sprout up and curl downward to act as stepping stones to let Alastor walk out into the crowd. 

Do people fall into those portals? He isn’t sure. He doesn’t care. It’s all in the name of his performance. If anything, it adds to the slowly sharpening grin and brightly glowing eyes as he walks into the darkness and sings out the last line of the song.

♪ I’m gonna maa-aa-aake yo-ou faaaall! We give and take a little moooore! 'Cause all my life I've been con-trolled. You can't have peace without a waaaar! ♫

As Alastor chuckles in sync and turns back around to return to the stage, staff dismissed and arms folded neatly behind his back, his shades close him out:

♪ Without a waaaar! Without a waaaar! ♫

The music tapers off after a few more notes, and Alastor – along with his shades – vanish in a flash of brilliant green magic after he snaps his fingers.

Overall? He’s proud of that little number.

[m4ke4n4lter]

hey culd u maek a goffik trol altr plez??!??

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(they are an indigoblood btw!!)

[sezja]

50 (punctual) for the twine boys

One Word Writing Prompts (still accepting)

The sky overhead turns glorious shades of orange and violet, which Thaffe recognizes - through some soul-deep memory, dimly recalled - as a sunset. He pauses in his work, gazing skyward. It sets his heart to racing: sunset means night, the unfamiliar blanket of darkness which had settled over Amh Araeng only yesterday, after over a hundred years of Light. It had emerged wholecloth the night before, after the slaying of the Lightwarden, but tonight...

Tonight he'll get to watch night fall properly.

Or perhaps not, he thinks, catching sight of Jeryk dashing toward the trolley tracks as quickly as his legs will carry him. What is he up to? It wouldn't be the first time the man's worked through the late hours on some project or other... but that was when there was always ample light to be had. With night, true night, falling soon, there's no telling what trouble Jeryk might get himself into.

And he's been acting odd since they'd gotten the Talos up and moving again. Thaffe doesn't know what's gotten into him, but it doesn't seem wise to leave him unattended for long.

He glances at the sky again, then sighs. Dammit, Jeryk.

The shadows are already deepening as he sets off down the tracks; he keeps his eyes on his feet, careful not to misstep in the unfamiliar darkness. He recalls Jeryk's breakneck sprint and grits his teeth - he'd be a lot more worried about it if Jeryk hadn't been dashing across the tracks, heedless of the risk of falling or snapping a leg, since he could walk. He expects the regular pattern of the ties comes as naturally to Jeryk as flight comes to a bird.

"There you are," he says, nearly bumping into the smaller hume in his concentration; Jeryk spares him half a glance. "What are you-"

"It should just about be time," Jeryk says, gazing up... not at the sky, like any normal person, but at one of the lanterns hanging alongside the tracks.

Thaffe blinks at it, as though he'd forgotten the things existed - for all they've been keeping the tracks and equipment in something like working order these past few years, he hadn't thought to consider the lanterns. Who would? Who had need of lanterns in a world drowning in Light? In times long past, he supposes, many of the miners of Twine would have headed home from the mines either in the dark hours of the morning or just after sundown, and they'd have welcomed the lights along the tracks leading the way home...

True darkness settles over them, broken only by the stars overhead. Beside him, Thaffe hears Jeryk draw in a breath and hold it.

The lantern flickers.

And lights.

All along the track, the old lanterns blaze to life, a lifeline between Twine and the mines.

Jeryk lets out the breath in a cheer, practically applauding; Thaffe reaches a hand out to steady him, resting a hand against Jeryk's back - but his own heart leaps in unexpected celebration, kindled alongside that little lantern.

It's a little piece of Twine, back from the dead.

"Right on time," Jeryk says, smacking the lantern post almost affectionately. "Just like they did before the Flood!"

"You've been repairing them," Thaffe guesses, marveling. "How did you even think to start?"

"When night came to Lakeland." Still gazing up at the lantern, Jeryk leans into him, and Thaffe welcomes it, winding an arm around the shorter man's shoulders. The night comes with the same chill as ever, and Jeryk's excitement gives off a warmth all its own. "I thought... wouldn't it be something if the Warrior of Darkness made their way here, too?"

He hadn't dared hope. A lot of things have happened in the past couple of days that Thaffe hadn't dared hope for.

"Good thinking." He gives Jeryk a little squeeze. "And now I won't have to fear breaking my neck chasing after you down the tracks at night."

Unrepentant, Jeryk grins, pecking Thaffe on the cheek with an unapologetic kiss. "I wanted to make sure the lanterns lit on time, that's all. We can run the trolley at night! What's more exciting than a trolley ride under the stars-"

"Some other time." Thaffe steers Jeryk homeward. "I've had enough excitement for a few days."

[revenant-coining]

Soundconporen and Soundconquirken

[Flag One ID: a rectangular flag with 6 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in this order from top to bottom: dark blue, grey-blue, light blue, blue, grey-blue, dark blue. in the bottom center of the flag is a smile-like symbol. the symbol is dark blue and outlined in light blue. End ID]

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requested by anon

Soundconporen: for when you have or wish to acquire a sound control / sound control related power.

Etymology: sound con(trol) poren

Pronounced: sound con poor-n (sound con poren)

[ID: a pale yellow divider outlined in black. End ID]

Soundconsquirken: for when you have or wish to acquire a sound control / sound control related quirk.

Etymology: sound con(trol) quirken

Pronounced: sound con quirk-n (sound con quirken)

@cup-term-systems , @oneofmanyarchives

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[yellowmagicalgirl]

Can you do 002 with Jlaire?

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them:

It's been a while since I first watched s1 so I can't say for sure, but definitely during the first half of season 1. If I didn't ship them by the time "Claire and Present Danger" rolled around, then I definitely shipped them in that episode.

My thoughts:

OTP, but the idea wellspring has mostly dried up for them. I do have this one fic on the backburner based on a certain Hozier song and a fic I've been reading

What makes me happy about them:

I really liked the dark/light + Beauty and the Beast + Romeo and Juliet vibes they had

What makes me sad about them:

It's more mad than sad, but everything starting from the end of Wizards. She made him human again (not a fan) and then RotT happened. (I do like the idea of her hating him post-RotT because while Toby's death was terrible he sacrificed the pyrrhic victory for a redo that might not work)

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

I don't read many fics anymore because I don't want to think about RotT and guess what the fics are about now?

Things I look for in fanfic:

Hurt/comfort and angst that focuses on Claire's issues

My wishlist:

To curate from my Dear Creator letters on Dreamwidth,

Beauty and the Beast AU's

Bakery AU's

Trollhunter Claire/Changeling!Jim AU's

Changeling!Jim/Clairegana AU's

Cyberpunk AU's

fairy!Claire AU's

Camelot Era AU in which Claire and half-troll Jim were both captured for being magical

Mermaid AU's

AU where Claire was the one who made Jim a half-troll, a la "No Good Deed" from Wicked

AU where Jim stays a half-trol

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

So first, let me preface this with the fact that while I'm a multishipper, this is a ship where I feel that if they get together they shouldn't be broken up. I even request on my Dear Creator letters that if they're gonna ship Claire/X or Jim/X but not Jim/Claire/X then please don't reference any jlaire breakup. In addition, my mind is blanking on Jim ships I enjoy, so...

Warstaff

Ajaire

Clairy

Clarci

My happily ever after for them:

He's a half troll, and she's a wizard. They're able to revive the Arcadia Oaks Heartstone, and after they marry they live there together.

Please?

[feveredbcnes]

Contd Thread II @heartxshaped-bruises

Reynardine would have left by now, putting considerable distance between himself and the crime scene, but now his attention was caught. A witness was normally a huge hindrance, but this was no ordinary one; they approached the potentially deadly situation in such a blasé manner. It was as though they did this every other weekend. The absurdity of it all made him snort out a laugh, lost in his own thoughts. But he was brought back to reality when the stranger decided to show themselves, no longer shielded by the darkness of the warehouse. Reynardine squinted, attempting to make out any discernible features, but there was nothing that could be saved in his mind. He liked to memorise people in case he ever came across them again. Better to be safe than sorry. All that stared back at him was a mask attached to a darkly-clad individual. Even their voice was muffled behind it, giving him no real detail about them; where they were from or what region. It was a clever achievement of anonymity.

"Did'ya take inspiration from Scream?" Reynardine waved his hand in front of his face, indicating the point of interest. There was no mockery behind his question for once. It was the first thing that came to mind as soon as he saw the other, and it was difficult to keep quiet about it. "I do like a man of mystery," he added with a smirk, remaining where he was even as the other approached to survey his work. He watched him like a hawk, fingers flexing as they stepped closer to the edge. A few steps more and he would be within pushing distance. But there was no telling how much muscle was beneath those clothes, nor what they were capable of in terms of fighting back. Reynardine was stronger than he looked - lean and short statured - but even he knew when not to tempt fate. He already decided years ago that he wanted to die by his own terms, not by the hands of a stranger. So he quelled the urge and distracted himself by biting a nail, nibbling some of the skin off around it with the edge of his teeth. Most of his nails were torn, the skin cracked and bloodied around them; a habit he was never going to break.

He hissed and swore under his breath as he bit too deeply, causing blood to well up straight away from the corner of his index finger. It dribbled down the side, before being swept up by his tongue, the metallic taste immediate. His own tasted nice, but his victims' were better -- especially when they were still alive. It was something he could never fully explain to somebody else, but he could almost detect hints of fear in their flowing blood, improving the flavour. Or maybe it was complete and utter bullshit; something his mind made up to justify his ravenous actions. And now he found himself wondering how this stranger's blood tasted. Sweet? Bitter? Smokey? Words spoken by the masked man faded into the background as Reynardine entered his own mind, contemplating his own curiosity. He had a feeling his blood was quite rich - almost sickly - but paired well with the nicotine from a freshly lit cigarette. And he bet the colour was a deep maroon with a shiny surface when it pooled. Fuck. Now he pondered how he could find out - an itch that needed scratching - because most people never gave up their blood willingly outside of donating at a hospital.

After staring for an uncomfortable amount of time, Reynardine realised he was being asked a question. He seemed to blink back into existence, a slow smile gracing his features. "We all have our naughty little secrets," he answered, huffing out a laugh as he replaced his fingers with the string of his hoodie instead, chewing the plastic bit at the end. Remnants of blood in his mouth stained the white string. "But sorry, love, I like to take things sloooow! I never share my kinks on the first date." Shrugging one shoulder, he moved away from the other to scoop up his backpack from where he'd slung it to the side. He paused mid-bow as he noticed the shopping trolley in the distance, observing the outline of a deceased body crammed into it. It almost looked like they were in a queue to be disposed of in this warehouse; a popular spot for killers.

"What did he do?" Reynardine couldn't help himself. With a spark of interest in his eyes, he strolled over to the body and hovered his fingers over the handle of the shopping trolley. This was not his victim, so he refrained from touching them. "Personal or a stranger? C'mon..." He had a million questions running through his mind, but kept them in there for now. Staring directly at the mask, a mischievous smile appeared as he mimicked what he said earlier. "...'m dyin' of curiosity!"

[freewillacquired]

Ada had been dealing with a mission of her own when everything with Nemesis went down, but she’d been growing closer and closer to Carlos as time passed. She knew it went against her training, but no one had ever been that kind to her before, and she’d be lying if she said he was unattractive. Ada was in the dark about the way B.O.W.s operated, and as far as she was aware, Nemesis had willingly tried to kill someone who was dead to her.

Flames licked at the streets, and Ada had to be careful to avoid getting hurt. Carlos wasn’t here to save her now, and although she could handle herself, she didn’t want to put herself at a disadvantage when this little chat with Nemesis inevitably became a gruesome fight. He probably wanted to kill her, too, if he was still loyal to Umbrella. There was no evidence of a human existing beneath the mutated mess, and Ada’s scowl never faded. Her gun stayed trained on Nemesis’ skull, but she didn’t fire yet.

“You’re a liar,” she snarled as he claimed he never wanted to hurt anyone. “You tried to kill someone I…” What was Carlos to her? He wasn’t her lover, but they were certainly more than friends or acquaintances. “Someone I trust,” she settled on.

She took a few steps back to put some distance between them. They both knew this was heading towards a fight, but she wanted to try and talk him down before this could get to that level.

“Are you going to try and kill me, too?” Ada asked. “I’m not exactly in Umbrella’s good graces right now.”

__________

Nemesis sighed. Yeah, he knew how bad he looked, and he wasn’t just talking about all the mutations. He’d done some pretty terrible things, and he guessed that guy he was just trying to hunt down was the person she was talking about... the person she trusted that he’d just tried to kill. He could just... walk away. What was she going to do about it? Light him on fire? Been there, done that. Shoot him? They feel like mosquito bites. Stab him? Paper cuts. Drive a vehicle into him? Okay ouch, but still not fatal. Being the decent guy he was, however - or used to be, before Umbrella turned him into a monster - Nemesis felt obligated to clear the air.

“I’n sor-ry... a-doubt that,” he said honestly. “I’n not ly-ing... it’s just... that until a thew se-conds... a-go... I was un-der... Un-drel-la’s... con-trol,” he explained. “The ex-tlo-sions... did sone-thing. Con-cuss-ith thorce... did it? I don’t know... dut their control has deen... seth-ered.”

She still looked like she expected him to try to kill her at any second. “Okay, look...” he said, bending to put his chain gun down onto the ground. He dropped the huge string of bullets down next to it. Then, with a loud grunt, he heaved his rocket launcher off his back and put it down too. Then he took several steps away from them. “See? I don’t want... to kill you. You want then? Take then,” he said, waving at the weapons and ammo on the ground. She probably couldn’t lift them, but he was trying to make a point. The only threatening things he couldn’t remove were his tentacles, but he willed them to at least behave themselves.

“Good! Nei-ther... an I,” he said when Ada said she wasn’t in Umbrella’s good graces. “I’n Natt. As in... short thor Natthew. Natt Ad-di-son. Un-drel-la... ex-te-ri-nen-ted on ne. That’s why... I look this way.” He shrugged. “Why would I want... to kill you? I don’t ethen... know you.”

[radicheart]

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October 1st, 2023

Alastor won’t admit it out loud, but he’s nervous. It’s been a long time since he last did a big performance like this – and with how his listener base has been dwindling over the past couple decades, along with the fact that this is not usually the genre of song he performs, he isn’t sure how well it will be received.

Even if it’s not, he is going to have FUN with it – and to him, that almost matters more than his fanbase.

“Ladies and gentleman!” That’s the owner of this establishment making the announcement that heralds his arrival. “We have a SPECIAL GUEST tonight! It is the honor of Club Inferno to introduce to you the man that no doubt led to a lot of you coming tonight! Without any further ado, here’s the Radio Demon himself: ALASTOR!”

The reaction is mixed, from what he can hear through the curtain. There’s a lot of clapping, even some cheering. He hears a few scattered boos; probably people he’s personally offended over the years. He isn’t offended, though. Actually, the fact that they’re still here listening to him despite whatever grudges they might have is amusing to him.

Their asses are already in their seats.  That speaks louder than their protests.

The music starts. It’s soft, but it steadily gets louder as it leads up to him truly beginning his performance. He’s pulling out all the stops for this, and that’s made manifest by how several of his shades seep out of the stage floor to start him off, with their ethereal voices adding to the fog rolling over the floorboards.

♪ Po-wer…and con-trol! ♫

As the shadows stretch and curl at the back end of the stage, Alastor himself rises from the shadows still on the floor, arms currently tucked behind his back as only his glowing red eyes and glinting golden smile are visible in the dark. And as their line closes out, he chuckles in sync with the music – and then, all at once, the rest of his form becomes visible as he takes over: dressed in a bright red suit, making him stand out as the star of the show. The same shade of crimson makes up the jacket with twin tails that reach his knees, vest, bowtie, and pants of his ensemble. The only pieces of his outfit that aren’t red are his shirt (white), the buttons on his vest (gold), and the chain clipped to his lapel and jacket pocket (also gold). The chain is connected to his lapel by a small pair of molded gold antlers, furthering his deer motif. As always, he’s wearing his gold-rimmed, red-lensed glasses, and the six points of his antlers are tipped with small gold caps, as well as connected together with slender gold chains. His shoes, specially tailored for his hooved feet and clicking pleasantly against the stage as he moves across it, are white and red spectators.

He really went all out this time.

Alastor’s velvety smooth voice rings out, louder than that of the shades still hovering behind him. It seems they will be his accompaniment this evening.

♪ Give a little, get a lot; That’s just how you are with lo-o-ove! ♫

The shadows take over from behind:

♪ Give a little, get a lot… ♫

And they continue as Alastor joins back in:

♪ Yeah, you may be good lookin’, But you’re not a piece of art! ♫

The music – hey, where IS it coming from? – kicks up the volume for the chorus, and Alastor sings it solo while snapping his fingers, spinning, and walking towards the crowd in sync with the beat.

♪ Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all! ♫

He stops at the very edge of the stage, his legs spread and tips of his shoes touching the barrier between standing and falling right off into the crowd below, and he opens his arms wide.

♪ Women and men, we are the same… ♫

He clutches his right hand against the left side of his chest.

♪ …but love will always be a game! ♫

That same hand thrusts out over the crowd, fingers splayed, before reeling back in to once again clutch his chest.

♪ We give and take a little more; ♫

Now both hands are reaching out to pull at an invisible rope.

♪ Eternal game of tug and waaaaaar! ♫

His legs come back together so his heels can touch as he props his right hand on his hip and cocks it out. The other arm hangs down by his side until the final word of the first line, where he holds it up to point its index at his temple, and then the second line, where it grips at the same side of his chest before closing into a fist against it to emphasize his point.

♪ Think you’re funny, think you’re sma-art; Think you’re gonna break my he-e-eart! ♫

The shadows chime back in:

♪ Think you’re funny, think you’re smart… Yeah, you may be good lookin’, But you’re not a piece of art! ♫

Alastor summons his microphone staff, twirls it for flair, and taps it down loudly against the stage before the chorus kicks back in. He walks in sync with the rhythm along the very edge of the right hand side of the stage, eventually kneeling down and clutching at his staff with the right hand while the left gestures out, palm down and fingers splayed, over the crowd during the final line. 

(Someone tries to grab his hand. He avoids them by drawing it back and clenching it into another fist, again in perfect tempo.)

♪ Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all! ♫

He zips back to his original position at the front edge and center of the stage, tapping his right foot along to the beat as he looks left and right alternatingly with each line. The third line has him idly inspecting the claw-like nails on his left hand, its fingers curled down into his palm, and the fourth has that hand flipping around to put its palm outwards as he sings it.

♪ Women and men, we are the same, But love will always be a game! A human vulnerability Doesn’t mean that I am we-e-eak! ♫

Alastor spins around in a full circle once before letting himself fall to the right. One of his shades catches him before he can hit the floor, but he’s still closing his eyes and draping his left arm dramatically over his forehead as he carries on singing into his staff.

♪ That I-I am we-eak! I-I am we-eeeeak! That I-I am we-eak! I-I am we-eeeeak, we-eeeeak! ♫

The shade that caught its master quickly positions them so it can take his hands and swing them both ‘round, its voice (along with the other shades) providing accompaniment as he carries on.

♪ (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-eak! (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-eak! (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-eak! (Ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah!) We-eeee-e-e-e-e-e-e-eak! ♫

Alastor is thrown back up so he can land on his feet and belt out the last couple choruses; first while leaning back and holding his staff close to his grin, then leaning back forward and over, hand still cupping the microphone part of his staff as he taps his left foot to the tempo.

♪ Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all!  Women and men, we are the same, But love will always be a game! We give and take a little more; Eternal game of tug and waaaaaar! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaaaaaake you faaaa-a-a-a-all! Power and co-ontrooo-ol, I’m gonna maaaake yo-ou fa-a-all! ♫

There’s no stage beyond where he’s standing, but that doesn’t stop him from making more stage: creating portals in the floor in a line in front of him so large black tentacles can sprout up and curl downward to act as stepping stones to let Alastor walk out into the crowd. 

Do people fall into those portals? He isn’t sure. He doesn’t care. It’s all in the name of his performance. If anything, it adds to the slowly sharpening grin and brightly glowing eyes as he walks into the darkness and sings out the last line of the song.

♪ I’m gonna maa-aa-aake yo-ou faaaall! We give and take a little moooore! ‘Cause all my life I’ve been con-trolled. You can’t have peace without a waaaar! ♫

As Alastor chuckles in sync and turns back around to return to the stage, staff dismissed and arms folded neatly behind his back, his shades close him out:

♪ Without a waaaar! Without a waaaar! ♫

The music tapers off after a few more notes, and Alastor – along with his shades – vanish in a flash of brilliant green magic after he snaps his fingers.

Overall? He’s proud of that little number.

[aioleis]

Between Possession & Depression: The Dark Continuum of Roman Techno

by Gruppo Di Nun on Urban Comic | Read>

A revolution was taking place, and it was as alien to its surrounds as a glassy hundred-storey skyscraper would be in the centre of the Colosseum—as if the cyberpunk prophecy of the early eighties ultravi- olent comic Ranxerox was finally coming true.

A mixtape compiled by ‘VM’, member of the Gruppo di Nun and chronicler of Rome’s dark twin city of Remoria, takes us back to the years 1990–1994, when a new brand of home-grown techno pumped a chronic strain of no-future energy into the peripheral zones of burned-out Empire.

In 1990, unbeknownst to the rest of the world, tech- no invaded Rome, the sunny, dirty, chaotic capital of Italy. At first, it was a story like many others. In the late 1980s, a bunch of young kids who were already fans of hip hop and electronic music dis- covered the new sound of Detroit, went to London, immersed themselves in the E-fuelled vibes of the Second Summer of Love, learned the basics of rave, came back to their own city and put what they had learned from these physical and mental journeys into practice. They opened record shops, reinvent- ed themselves as DJs and producers, founded la- bels, launched radio shows, and most importantly, started organising techno parties on the outskirts of the city. But by 1990, what had begun as a small, devoted scene for electronic music freaks and connoisseurs of synthetic drugs was starting to get out of con- trol. ‘Rave’ became a code word for a new gener- ation of local misfits, and techno was elected the official soundtrack in every neighbourhood from the city centre to the ghettos on the edge of the metropolis. Parties became bigger and bigger, at- tended by 5000, then 10,000, then 20,000 ecstatic ravers dancing until dawn—and beyond. It was a movement such as Rome had never seen before.

A revolution was taking place, and it was as alien to its surrounds as a glassy hundred-storey skyscraper would be in the centre of the Colosseum—as if the cyberpunk prophecy of the early eighties ultravi- olent comic Ranxerox was finally coming true.

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SICK MUSIC !! :

[magical-glimpse]

Hello! Happy holidays!

Could you interpret this dream please? I didn't want to bother you on the holidays but this just happened so I'll put it out there for when you have time.

Dream first part:

I was in a classroom, sitting in a table. There were other students there. And there was this guy who I've never seen before (black hair, wearing a black turtleneck). He was standing next to me cause I had found a vcr remote control and it was working on the class tv for some reason. I tried to see which vcr was responding cause the co trol was mine but there were like 4 and none was LG. The guy tried to help me see. After that we went back to focusing on the class i think. We were working on the design for a video game i think. He was the best at it. He was drawing backgrounds with a beautiful tree and leaves and the soil all with beautiful colors. Using something I've seen before but I can’t recall (a 3d canvas for digital painting). The rest of us were watching him work, including the teacher. There was a girl very pretty. Chubby and blonde. She wanted to see closer so she walked up to where i was sitting (i was positioned to the left of the guy, une row behind). And she stood in front of me softly leaning on me. I felt her weight getting heavier the more she leaned on me. And I thought how cozy it was. I strongly dislike physical contact from others but this time i was feeling relaxed and warm. Like covered by a warm blanket. I started to fall sleep. I thought about the teacher scolding me for not working in class. And fell sleep.

Then I was at my old home. I was wearing a robe. I was watching the street and suddenly a teenager tried to walk through me in to my house. She pushed her way in saying she was friends with my brother and they had a project to do. All of the sudden I was naked. Idk when my robe disappeared. Also I saw that behind her more teens where walking up the stairs to my house. So I ran into the bedroom while covering myself. My mom saw me and asked what was it. I explained to her who was there and we looked around a corner to find the teens some on the tv, some sitting on the floor and the first girl laying on our couch browsing her phone. Mother tried to tell them to leave but when she passed in front of me she was naked too. I stopped her and tried to get a robe for her while getting one for myself. Once covered I marched outside and told them kids to get out of my house. Then I saw one of them looked a lot like the guy from the first dream but obviously like 10-15 years younger (same black hair and black eyes. White t-shirt denim pants and a puffyblack jacket). The kid that looked like him tried to flirt with me. I wasn't amused. I pushed him out after i managed to push the first girl out (she was taller than me, brown hair tanned skin, burgundy tank top, denim shorts). The boy looked at me from outside the gate. He was trying to make conversation but I wasn't really listening. I was thinking how much he looked like the guy and that they were probably related. Maybe siblings. Then I woke up, inside dream 3.

I had the sensation of waking up. I was still in my old home but my bed was next to the front window. I had a flashback of my parents getting ready to go out and telling me. I reflected on the first dream looking for something to write it down and thinking the weight i felt of the blonde girl was my mom saying good bye perhaps. I opened the windows cause everything was dark inside the house and saw 3 men I didn't knew sitting somewhere up the street. They felt dangerous at that moment. I thought of checking if my mom was indeed gone. I went to the bedroom and everything was dark. To dark for me to try to open the windows. So i closed the bedroom. I was very uncomfortable and thinking those men I didn't knew might try to break in to the house if they knew I was alone. They didn't. This is supper blurry but i saw them drive by in a car laughing at something.

Then there's a big blur. And I'm walking on the street naked again. Covered in sand. I enter this place that looks like a farmers market. There's some big swings and one had my robe on it. I tried to put it on and though how upsetting was the sand. Then a big middle aged man (bald with dirty blonde beard wearingsomethingI'dexpect a butcher to wear, long white apron, yellow t shirt) asked me what i was doing. I tried to put on the robe faster. The man gathered the attention of others there and the started to move towards me. He told me: "You can't sit there. Don't you see the swings? This i a kid's zone. And you (looks me up and down) are a spectacle". Then proceeded to ask me who i was and why i was there. I felt dizzy trying to answer. He said dont tell me you're sleep walking. All of the sudden I didn't knew where i was. I was aware the farmers market was familiar but not enough to be a place I've actually been before. I didn't knew how i got there. I didn't knew who this people were. I was about to tell them that I was in fact sleep walked. At that point the guy from the first dream walked in. Yelling "Here you are, I've been looking for you". Made me think of Howls moving castle. I pull me against himself and said some stuff to the butcher that i dont remember. And walked outside while dragging me with him. We turned right into an alley and he started walking faster cause butcher was following us. I looked towards butcher and motion for something to come out of the wall and catch his arms. That's when i realized i was dreaming. I tried to put more obstacles in butchers way by willing them in to existence but he wouldn't stop. So i took the guy's other hand (we were running holding hands) and flew towards the sky. The guy was scared at the beginning. I was happy he went to find me and started wondering who was this. My conscius mind theorized he was my soulmate. As long as I'm happy is ok. Then i saw flashes of our family and the blonde girl was there and i was like. I wouldn't mind being a trouple with her. I saw we were happy.

Thanks a lot for your hard work!

Okay so the second part sounds kinda familiar, i'm starting to wonder if I didnt visit you in your dreams lol

The first seems to be mostly your brain trying to find comfort somewhere? Someone doign something beautiful in a familiar setting, someone leaning on you and you feeling so comfortable you fall asleep. The second part seems more about fears you might have about loss of privacy, loss intimacy, vulnerability etc. Usually the home represent you, in your sacred space, so someone invading that, even moreso multiple pushing you when you and your mom are naked, seems like something those teenagers represent make you feel super vulnerable or scared. It's probably not literally you being scared of teenagers, but maybe you are scared of strangers causing trouble in your inner or private self, of a past of being bullied, of your brother or behaviors he has which could make you feel less safe within your self.

The part about the dark home lets me think that in a way, even when you are on your own you have these fears. You are scared of the same thing when you are alone in your home that when you are surrounded with people. It is drawing a parallel between two things that you might want to look into yourself.

The last seems to be a last parallel, the fear of vulnerability you have when alone and surrounded by people in your home, you also have out of comfort zone. Like, very far out. Have you been forced to leave home or leave your comfort zone recently despite not being ready to or still having some things to sort out internally ?

I find it interesting the pattern with the guy in the black turtleneck and the blondke girl, they may be archetypes or actual people but it is interesting and you should look into it if they come back in your dreams.

[yournaothings]

A Little Bit of Fun Won't Hurt

((Aye, dark themes in this one. Nightmare Sans shows up to play with his food. There's lots of violence, too.))

((Also, I wrote this like... about six months ago. Be aware that these posts received NO beta. Still, I hope you enjoy!))

The Underfell Universe was bright and sunny today; monsters and humans were gathered at the park, enjoying the nice weather. Many were playing outdoor games, feeding the ducks, or even drawing on the sidewalks with chalk. 

This is where Sans found Atara when he went on break. It was later in the morning, so the heat of the day hadn't hit just yet.  Atara was in the middle of a crowd of children, Frisk being there as well, drawing with their chalk.  Atara would even add musical lyrics to some of her drawings, some suggested by the children, some she thought would look good with her art work. Frisk would add in her own masterpieces, but made sure not to overlap her friend's work. 

Atara was very talented! Frisk always requested the young woman to draw her with Monster Kid, both Frisk and Monster Kid ecstatic to have a self portrait of them they could hang up!  Atara had entered into many art contests, and even offered some of her pieces at auctions; whatever money was raised from her work would be donated to school events or non-profit organizations.  

There was no doubt about it; Atara was an angel sent from the stars. 

Sans sighed dreamily-

"What do you think, Red?" 

Snapping out of his daze, Sans realized that he had been spotted by his favorite human.  Atara sat on her knees, her clothes covered in chalk, dirt, and grass. Her hands were dusted with the chalk and pebbles from the sidewalk, her face had a few chalk marks here and there- she looked so adorable.  "yes, perfect."  He answered, without even knowing what Atara was asking about- he watched her smile brightly at him then glance down at her work of art with pride.  "I think so too! Too bad it won't stay very long." 

Sans peered down at the sidewalk, realizing that she had been asking about her art work and not how she looked. His cheeks darkened with his blush, and he was quick to shake off his embarrassment- missing how Frisk threw a knowing grin towards him.  "r-right. but, we can always come back and put something else in its place."  Atara nodded, smiling happily. She set her chalk down before jumping up and hurrying over to hug her best skelly friend.  "Are you on break?" She asked, peering up at him, her brow quirked at her question, her smile so stunning Red could feel his soul flutter.  

"y-yea. just for about ten more minutes. wanted to see you before i had to go back to work." He admitted, his own arms wrapped snugly around her, keeping her close to him. He wanted to so badly lean down and nuzzle into her hair.  "You're so sweet~"  Atara cooed, her soul blossomed with joy, she felt so lucky to have a great friend like Sans.  

The two decided to grab some Nice Cream before Sans had to go back to work. The two shared one Nice Cream cone, Atara giggling with Sans accidentally gave himself a brain freeze from eating too much too quickly. "Oof, that sucks!" Atara giggled, seeing Sans cringe at the frozen headache he was dealing with now.  "I know you like ice cream a waffle lot, but you should chill." 

The frozen headache seemed to go away as soon as Atara dropped two puns at once, and he couldn't have been any more proud of her.  He cackled and sent her a knowing grin.  "wow, those were good. i cone-gradulate you." 

Atara giggled; "What can I say? I'm such a softie for ice cream!" She winked at him- that one she knew was bad.  "hehe, sounds like you're losing cone-trol!" He snickered.  "Ah, whatever; just get to the pint." She smirked, both slowly inching closer to one another.  "you and I were mint to be~"  Atara cooed at that one, "Good one; but most of the ice cream puns are vanilla." She was running out of pun ideas. Sans snickered, "nah, not really. what's the snobbiest ice cream?" Atara was a bit taken back by the change of pace with his puns, but got past her surprise and asked; "What?"  "popsicles, because they always have a stick up their ass." 

This one had Atara cackling, all while accidentally brushing the ice cream cone against her cheek; the cold from the sweet treat made her gasp through her laughter.  "Shoot-"  "i've got it." Sans was tempted to lap at the ice cream that was on her cheek, but he pushed the temptation back, and instead reached up to wipe away the cream with his finger.  "there you go." 

"Get a room!" Frisk called, teasing Sans and Atara, who jolted in place when Frisk yelled at them, turned to look at each other before quickly looking away with blushes on their faces. "No you!" Was Atara's embarrassed comeback, which sent Frisk into a fit of giggles.  Atara clicked her tongue and shook her head at the mischievous child. "shit," Sans cursed as he checked the time on his phone.  "gotta go, sweetheart." Atara turned to Sans and pouted.  "Alright. I'll let you know if we're still here when you're finished with work. Maybe we can all go out as a group!" She suggested, and Sans hoped that the others would decline so he could have Atara all to himself.  "y-yea. i'd like that. well, i'll see you after." With that, Sans disappeared from beside Atara's side, going back to work. Atara finished the rest of the cone and went back to drawing with the children.

…

It was about an hour later when a skeleton who resembled Sans showed up. His bare skeletal foot landed softly in the grass beside a puddle of paint that somebody accidentally spilled. The skeleton gasped in delight as he glanced around the park- so many people! So much art! His ever changing eye lights absorbed each and every person and monster that took up the park to enjoy the sunny day. A yellow diamond in one eye socket, the other with an exclamation mark appeared. The skeleton was surprised to find a particular human laughing alongside Underfell's ambassador; Frisk. 

Atara Sol was friends with Frisk! That meant....

"They're living in the Pacifist!" The skeleton stranger cheered as he began to make his way towards the young woman, wanting to introduce himself and get to know her. She was a very special human! One who has a great future ahead! He wanted to be involved when she grew into a beautiful and powerful-  "In-nnkk!"  

Gasping, said skeleton glanced behind him to find his arch nemesis chasing after him. "Uh oh! Better lose him first!" 

Monsters and humans all gasped and yelled when Ink quickly ran past them, accidentally causing some to fall over or art pieces to be ruined.  "S-Sorry! I'll make it up to you~!" He called back, earning the attention of the human woman he had wanted to bug. 

Atara sat up from having been stretched out over her massive art project to barely catch Ink running away, just before the other strange skeleton stomped through and damaged a piece of her beautiful picture.  "Hey! Watch where you're going!" She yelled at him. The skeleton skid to a stop and cursed under his breath, seeing that Ink had managed to escape him once again.  "S-Son of a-a-a b-bitch!" 

"You best watch your language, there are children present." 

Error Sans turned to glare at the woman who dared talk to him so rudely.  "G-Get lost-st, h-huma-an." He snapped, eyes narrowing as he glared at her. Atara wasn't intimidated at all, in fact; she raised a brow, her lips lifting into a grin. She pointed at the Sans lookalike and asked;  "What's up with your face?" 

Error Sans stared at the woman, his glare falling as he gave her an unimpressed stare- who the fuck was this chick, anyway?  "I'm being serious!" She chuckled, more to herself- she wasn't laughing at him. "Seriously! What's going on?" She leans closer, pointing to the strange lines trailing down his cheeks from the bottom of his eyes sockets. Her eyes then shifted to the strange ERROR glitches that hovered all around him. There was so much going on with this guy's image, was this all done by his magic? Also, "And why do you look a lot like Red?" 

Knowing who she was referring to, Error rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.  "I'm-m just anothe-er ver-version of-f-f your-r-r s-sa-ans-s." 

Atara's eyes widened as she leaned back in shock at his speech. This guy had a serious case of speech deficiency! That, or maybe.. Maybe it had to do with his magic?  "Wait-" She suddenly realized what he had just said.  "Another version? What does that mean?" Error sighed heavily, he hated explaining this to humans, they never understood-   He gave her an irritated grin, his fingers twitching with the want to just string this woman up and play with her until her usefulness was drained from her. But, he resisted the urge and started to explain;  "I'm su-sure you're unaw-unaware of Alt-Alternate Universes-s, bu-ut there ar-re countless-s vers-versions of-f your-your S-Sans-s, with-th dif-dif-different per-personalities-s-s." 

"My-My na-ame is-s Er-Error-or Sa-San-ns-s, the De-Destroy-Destroyer-r of A-AU's-s." His grin turning wicked as he finished explaining, expecting this woman to run away, scared; instead her eyes widen in wonderment, the idea of other Sans'- "So, there are other Sans' and Papyrus'?" She grins as she thinks of all the other versions of her skeleton boys. "That's pretty sweet!" She glances down at Error, seeing as she was taller than him-  "Well, it's nice to meet you, Error Sans! My name is Atara!" She holds her hand out for him to take, only for Error to stare at the horrid outstretched hand as if it was going to bite him if he touched it. 

Fortunately, another skeletal hand reaches out to take Atara's, startling both Atara and Error-

"It's nice to finally meet you, Atara! I'm Ink Sans!"  Ink's skeletal hand takes Atara's and he shakes it in greeting. Atara and Error are shocked in silence; Error irritated as fuck that Ink had the nerve to show back up, while Atara tried to figure out where this new Sans lookalike came from.  

"I've been watching you from my home! And I've got to say, you're one of my favorite humans thus far! I'm just so ecstatic to finally see Underfell in a successful Pacifist run! I've waited for such a long time, but Frisk never allowed the Universe to make it this far!" 

Frisk suddenly was behind Atara, her hands holding onto the back of Atara's pants,  peeking around to stare up at the soulless skeleton.  Ink sent a creepy look down at Frisk for a moment- blink and you'd miss it. Unfortunately for Frisk, Atara had glanced towards Error with an unsure look, before glancing at Ink again.  By then, Ink was smiling back at Atara once more.  "Um well, it's nice to meet you too, Ink. Are you another version of Red?"  

Ink's grin widened as he leaned in closer to Atara, the poor girl starting to lean back slowly, glancing at Error in mild concern for what was about to happen. Error sighed, the sound glitching too.  "I'm-I'm not help-helping you-you." Error grumbled as he stepped back, but side eyed Ink, ready to attack if Ink even tried to do anything stupid. 

"I'm from an abandoned Alternate Universe, but I live in the Doodle Sphere! I am another version of Sans, but I'm a Guardian-"  

"More like a menace to AU's." Error added with a flat, irritated tone. 

"Oh, Error!" Ink laughed, waving off Error's comment.  "I protect the Alternate Universes!" 

Atara glanced down at Frisk for a moment, feeling her tug on her pant leg.  "Hey, what's the matter, Frisk? Why don't you finish up the picture?" Frisk peered up at Ink and Error, seeing the scary looks the two were giving her; she whimpers and hides behind Atara again. "I-I don't want to leave you with them."  Behind Atara, Ink and Error's eye sockets darkened as they stared down at the little girl. Atara hummed when she saw Frisk flinch, then glance behind her at Ink and Error, both skeleton boys no longer looking scary. 

"I'll be okay, Frisk." Atara said as she turned her attention back down at Frisk. "Go have fun, I'll be okay. Besides, Red will be here soon, right? If anything happens, he'll be here." She smiled, but Frisk had a strange feeling bubbling in her gut- 

"Oh yeah! You're really talented!" Ink says as he glances over at the countless drawings Frisk and Atara had finished.  "You should finish that last one though, like Atara said~" Ink sends an intimidating grin to Frisk, who flinches back again, but with a little encouragement from Atara, sighed and went to do just that. Once the two skeletons turned their attention back at Atara, Frisk pulled out her phone and sent a text to Sans,

"Ink Sans and Error Sans are here, talking to Atara." 

Now, all she had to do was wait for the over-protective skeleton to show up and teach these two lame skeletons a thing or two. Frisk grins at the thought of Sans rushing in to sweep Atara off her feet, then maybe those two would finally get together! Maybe Sans will confess to Atara, finally!

Meanwhile...

"So, how many AU's are there?" Atara asks now that Frisk wandered back over to their drawing they had been working on before Error stepped over the picture. Error jolted in place, his eye sockets widened and he spun around to grab Ink by his sash hanging on his shoulder.  "Don't-Don't you da-dare!"  Ink raised his hand up to rub the back of his skull, laughing at Error's anger.  "I'm not doing anything wrong! Besides, you're the one who started telling Atara about the AU's~"  Ink grinned slyly, his eye sockets narrowing when Error paused as he thought about this, then- "F-Fuu-uuckk!"  

Atara was confused, but couldn't help the snickering that left her at the two skeletons bickering.  Error let go of Ink while he threw his little temper tantrum, letting Ink turn his attention back to Atara.  "Anyway~! Want to go see the AU's~?" His sly smile returned, only brightening when Atara nodded excitedly. "That would be so awesome!" 

"Wh-Wha-at-t?!" Error snarled, his eyes corrupting as he started to glitch too much. Ink laughed and summoned his giant paint brush, Broomie.  "Come on! Let's go before Error catches us~!" Grabbing Atara's hand, Ink pulled her along, his other hand brought down Broomie towards the ground, paint smudging along the grass.  "Wait, what are you-?!" Atara shrieked when Ink pulled her along, jumping into the paint puddle, transporting them both into the Doodle Sphere...

Ink landed on solid ground, letting Atara's hand go; the young woman glanced around, unsure if there was more to this place or...?  

"Welcome to the Doodle Sphere! My home!" Ink cheered, smiling excitedly, his eye lights changing different colors and shapes. "And these," Ink started to say, turning away from Atara and raised his hand. Atara gazed up and stared in wonder while sheets of paper floated down, all of them attached to strings it looked like.  "Are the AU's!" Taking Atara's hand again, Ink nearly dragged her over to stand in the middle of the papers, his free hand lifting and he pointed to different ones. 

"That one is where you're from; Underfell!" He pointed to another;  "That one is Underswap, and that one is the original AU, Undertale!"  There were so many different Alternate Universes, Atara couldn't believe her eyes. Surely, if there were different versions of her skeleton boys, did that mean there were different versions of herself? Were other Atara's living the same way she did or differently? 

Atara didn't get the chance to ask this question, Error chose this moment to jump out of his portal and shoot blue strings at both her and Ink, sending them flying high above the solid ground- which Atara couldn't tell where the ground sat- everything was white all around. The AU's lifted away high above Atara while Error attacked Ink. The soulless skeleton broke free from his bindings and dodged all of Error's attacks, one of them being his Gaster Blasters- Atara jolted in her own bindings, gasping at how cool the blasters looked. 

"You-You assho-ole-ole!" Error screeched at Ink, getting angry at the slippery skeleton as he dodged every damn hit Error threw at him. Atara could even hear Ink cackling every now and again, the skeleton summoning Broomie yet again to paint a patch of pink paint along the floor to jump into. Atara glanced around, looking for where Ink had disappeared to, the girl hardly was scared for her life. This was just so freaking cool! What a rush of excitement! If she had known this was a thing years ago, she would have tried to find a way to travel the Alternate Universes! 

Error was also looking for Ink, screaming and yelling out after the damn menace.  "Where-Where di-id you-u go-o?!" 

A brown scarf fell in front of Atara's face, that being the only warning; Ink grabbed onto her bindings and snapped them in half, before catching her into his arms so she wouldn't fall at the height she was at. "Gotcha!" He grinned down at her, watching her wide, excited eyes close tightly and she held onto Ink, all while laughing, excitedly. As Ink landed, Atara could see Error behind them, screeching and cursing at Ink, his blue strings lashing out and reaching for the two of them.  "Pu-ut th-he huma-an dow-wn!" Error screeched, his strings reached the two, only to fall flat on the ground as Ink jumped out of the way, barely escaping the blue strings. 

"Nice one, but what exactly are you two fighting, again?" She snickered, actually wondering what Ink did to piss off Error.  "Oh," Ink snickered, glancing away with a sly grin.  "He doesn't like it when I bring humans or other anomalies to the Doodle Sphere~"  Atara got the impression that Ink liked to create chaos and piss off Error just for fun. She could see why Error would be pissed off, but he made things so easy to mess with him.  "Poor Error~" She cooed, now peeking over Ink's shoulder. 

Error Sans seemed to stop in place and stare wide eyed after Ink- curiously, Atara turned to look in front of them both just in time to see a knife whiz by then someone's shoe connecting to Ink's face, knocking the poor skeleton back and Atara be released from Ink's hold. She yelped when gravity took over, she prepared herself to meet the ground in a painful manner. But, it never came, only another set of skeletal arms catching her; she found herself in another skeleton's arms- another Sans lookalike. This one however had some strange black liquid leaking from his eye sockets and a lecherous grin-

"Sup, toots~ Nice rack~" He cooed, teasingly, his face so close to her chest- shit, she wore a crop top today, that fit her snuggly.  "Uhh, thanks?" She offered, her face blossoming from her embarrassment.  "Hehehe, what's a human like you doing in a place like this? Spherely, you're not supposed to be here~"  He grins, Atara narrows her eyes but grins at him.  "That was terrible."  Yet, she still laughed. 

"Killer! Wh-hat the he-ell ar-are yo-ou doing-g here-e?!" Error hissed, all while sending out his blue strings, preparing to apprehend the fiend. With a grin, Killer manuevered Atara so she was tossed over his shoulder, the poor girl shrieked and tried to hold onto the new Sans as he dodged Error's attack.  "Boss said there were lots of different emotions happening here, so I dropped in to say hi!" 

"Tel-ll your boss to fu-uck off-f!" Error yelled as he summoned his Gaster Blaster-  "Whoops! Don't want to hurt our human now, do we~?" Killer grinned as he tightened his hold on Atara, the poor woman squeaking out a breathless, "our" in confusion. She gripped the back of Killer's sweater tightly, holding on for dear life; she could feel the heat from those Blasters she saw earlier. 

"Hey, fucker! Watch where you point those!" 

"Red?!" Atara gasped, she tried to look around but it was hard with her being upside down- "Hey, watch those hands, teary Sans!" She snapped when she felt Killer's hand brush along her ass and gave it a squeeze. He snickered at first, until he soaked in the nickname she gave him.  "What? Teary Sans..?" 

Killer gaped when Atara suddenly was ripped from his hold, just in time for Error's blasters released their attack. Killer was quick to dodge, and when he gathered his surroundings, found that Dream had shown up with that Underfell Sans too. Fell Sans had used his magic to snatch Atara by her soul, bringing her closer and into his arms. Killer's eyes widened as he saw the Fell Sans give Atara such a caring look- he held so much adoration for the human; Killer felt a bit jealous and decided that he was going to keep her if Boss allowed it~ 

"tara, you okay? they didn't hurt you, right?" Sans asks, holding Atara in his arms much like Killer was earlier. Atara smiled widely up at Sans, she looked unharmed, and thankfully not freaked out like Sans thought she would.  "I'm alright, Sans. Why didn't you tell me about this!? This place is amazing!" She said as she stretched her limbs out at the word "amazing."  While Sans was glad she was okay, he wasn't too impressed that she thought this was all fun. 

"shit tara, you scared the shit out of me. when frisk said you were kidnapped-" 

"I wasn't kidnapped, Red. Ink brought me here to show me the AU's!" Atara explained excitedly, her smile bright and sunny-  "Ink shouldn't have done that."  Atara's smile fell as she looked around Sans to see yet another skeleton lookalike! "Oh! Hi!" She waved cutely, her smile cutesy, it made Sans want to hold her time and nuzzle her cheeks. "I'm Atara, what's your name?" 

Dream Sans' frown flipped once Atara introduced herself, her hand held out for him to take.  "Oh," He blushed and smiled, reaching his hand to take hers in greeting.  "My name is Dream, I'm from DreamTale." He introduced himself, his aura was bright and sunny and Atara couldn't help but feel relaxed while in his presence.  "It's nice to meet you, Dream." 

Sans couldn't help but hold Atara a bit closer to his body once Dream stepped back, he was never going to let Atara out of his sight. Ever. Again. Dream smiled at both Atara and Sans, a knowing look clear on his face; he sincerely prayed to the stars that Fell Sans could be happy with this human. The poor guy definitely deserves a break. 

"Did ya forget about me?" 

Dream was tackled by Killer, the knife raised high as he brought it down to stab into Dream's shoulder. Sans took a step back, keeping Atara out of harms way while he used his magic to attack Killer. He needed Dream to help him back home, Sans didn't trust Ink, especially since inky boy stole her away.  "Dream!" Atara gasped, then threw a glare at Killer.  "Hey! Don't hurt him! He didn't do anything to you!" 

Killer jumped off of Dream before Sans' attack hit him, Dream managing to dodge Sans' attack when Killer released him.  (It was a close call.)  Killer turned to grin at Atara, raising a brow bone.  "He's too sunny and bright, and I didn't bring my sunglasses! Besides, Boss wants me to attack him~" "Boss? Like, a mafia boss or something?" Atara was so confused. Killer's grin widened, he pressed his free hand to his chest, mocking where his heart would have been if he were human. 

"So cute, my doll~"  He chuckles, his eye sockets narrowing when he heard Fell Sans growling.  "I can't wait to bring you home so you can meet the boss~"  "ya fucking freak, ya ain't taking my sweetheart away. she belongs in underfell with me." Sans growled; he was ready to go back- glancing down at Dream, the skeleton still recovering from potentially dying by Sans' blasters. "dream, its time to go-" 

Blue strings wrapped around all four of them, before they were strung up high in the Doodle Sphere. Atara glanced upwards to see all the AU's above them; Error suddenly appeared in the middle of them all, one hand controlling the strings around the four, while he held onto more that seemed to come from the ceiling above. "Di-id yo-ou for-rget abo-out me-e?!" "fuck, not this guy again." Sans grumbled, his red eye lights glancing towards his human. Atara kicked her legs out from underneath her, watching the fight, seeming to enjoy herself while hanging there. "ya okay, tara?" Sans asked, Atara glanced over at him with a mischievous grin.  "Yeah, Red. Just hanging around~" Sans' eyes widened, not believing for a moment that Atara was just so fucking calm about this. Then, he snorted, snickering at her pun.  "yeah, just hang in there, we'll get out of here in one piece."  "You bet, Red." Atara grins- her attention was suddenly pulled from Sans, Killer calling out towards her; "Wanna make a bet? First one to save Tara gets to keep her~"

Okay now, Atara was having so much fun with how everything was going, and no one was seriously injured.

But, hearing this from the teary Sans really pissed her off.  "Listen here, crying boy," Killer's grin only widened, while Dream's and Sans' eyes widened.  "No one is keeping me, nor am I someone to fight over!" She snapped, baring her teeth at the emo skeleton.  "Aw, did I make the kitty mad~? How cute~!" Killer snickered, Atara snarled and tried to swing herself over towards Killer so she could kick him.  "I'm gonna kick your emo boy ass, you damn teary eyed skeleton boy!" Killer cackled at her threats and name calling, loving her fight.  "Oh man, I really hope Boss lets me keep you around! 

"PA-AY ATTEN-ATTENTION-N-N TO-O ME-ME-E!!!" 

Atara shrieked as she was lifted higher than the skeletons, putting her out of harm's way. (Because let's face it; Error already had a soft spot for the girl. She needed to remain untouched.)  "shit, tara! hang in there!"  Sans called out, this time the pun was unintended.  "Got it!" Atara called back, not at all worried. Although, she lost her front row seat to the fight that was about to happen below. 

Before any of the skeletons could react, Ink swooped in and snapped all of the blue strings, sending everyone plummeting to the ground. Dream acted quickly, catching Atara before she could splat onto the floor of the Doodle void, setting her down gently.  "Stay behind me, Atara. I'll keep you safe, okay?" He offered her a kind smile, which was returned from the sweet girl. She nodded and remained behind Dream Sans, but did peer over his shoulders to watch the others fight. 

Ink and Error were at it again, while Sans and Killer fought against each other. Atara was actually starting to get worried for her Sans, seeing as Killer was swinging a very sharp knife at him. Her worry worsened when more appeared over Killer's shoulders, before rushing at Sans, only a few managing to cut through his jacket and shorts.  "Red!"  She gasped out, her hands raising in horror to cup either side of her face. If Sans died, Atara wouldn't know what to do! She could feel tears begin to burn her eyes, imagining the heartbreak she'd feel if she had to come home and tell Paps what happened... 

Unbeknownst to Atara, her negative feelings gave reason for yet another skeleton to show up to the fight; however, he didn't make his appearance known just yet. Only hiding in the shadow below Atara's feet where no one could see him. 

Dream glanced over his shoulder at Atara, offering her a smile; "Don't worry, Atara. I won't let your Sans get killed, okay?" She caught his gaze, eyes glistened with her tears; all she could do was nod. She was having so much fun until this emo boy showed up to cause havoc. Or maybe, Atara started to wonder, that Ink intended to cause a ruckus for the fun of it. As she watched on, she noticed the big grin Ink wore as he avoided Error's attacks, acting like it was a big game to him. He even teased and mocked Error now and again. 

Killer jumped at Sans, knife ready and ready to stab, but was unprepared for a simple punch to his cheek bone, knocking him back. He landed rough on the ground, when he lifted himself up on his hands and knees, he glared at Sans but kept his tense grin. The black ichor dripping from his sockets and tainting his once bleach white cheek bones. He looked very dangerous, eye sockets narrowing.  "Not bad, Red. But, not enough to stop me."  "come on, you sissy boy. let's get this over with, i've got plans with a mustard bottle, a cute human woman, and a sofa." Killer raised his brow bone, his grin seemingly growing just a tad bit more dangerous. If Sans didn't know any better, Killer was looking quite jealous right now.  "We'll see who wins this time. It doesn't matter anyway," Killer stands and raises his hands up while shrugging.  "I'm gonna take her  home with me, regardless." 

 Sans growled deeply before charging at Killer, his magic flaring in his left eye socket, his gaster blasters appearing behind him as he rushed Killer.  "fuck you! you're not taking my human!" Before Sans could blast the damn bastard to bits, Killer was quick on his feet and dashed at Sans, successfully cutting Sans' arm.  He meant to get Sans' side, but Sans moved just in time. Behind Killer, he could hear Atara shriek Sans' Fell name, her tone twisted in horror.  "i-it's alright, sweetheart!" Sans called out, he had been unsure at first. Thank God it was just his arm, and it wasn't a deep wound.  "i'm fine!" 

Dream took this moment to ready his bow- (where the hell did the bow come from?!) Dream aimed and released the arrow, it flinging through air- 

A black tentacle shot out from the ground and caught the cursed light arrow that had been aimed at Killer. The sudden appearance caught each and every skeletons attention, all five skeletons slowly turned and watched the tentacle retreat back into Atara's shadow below her. Atara squeaked in fright, bringing her arms close to her chest and laced her fingers together. She glanced down at her shadow that seemed to have gotten darker than the last time she had seen it. Then, she slowly raised her gaze to meet each and every skeleton's eye lights. The last one she met was Sans, and the look of horror on Sans' face made her heart drop into her stomach. 

"Atara, quickly now. Come closer!" Dream said in alarm, his hand held out for her to take. He wasn't too far away, just an arm's length away. She reached to take his hand, only to pull away when something- no, someone appeared between herself and Dream. He was so damn close, Atara had to take a few steps back, gasping at the way his aura felt. He was bad, if she had to guess by the way he seemed to radiate more darker feelings. Quite the opposite of Dream, that's for sure. 

"Nightmare!" Dream hissed, jumping back and breaking his bow in half to hold... Twin swords? (Okay, now that was fucking cool.) "What are you doing here?!" Atara could hear Killer snickering, then waved at the gooey, black skeleton that stood between Atara and Dream.  "Hiya, boss~"  "Boss?" Atara gasped, her wide green eyes stared at the back of the skeleton's skull, and as he slowly turned to look at her, her green irises met a singular, eerily, battle blue iris. His grin stretched further, his singular eye light (much different than the other skeletons' eye lights) dipped down before slowly shifting upwards; he was sizing her up! She would have been pissed off, but a shiver ran up her spine, making her body tremble as it did so.  

The negative emotions, the fear that Atara was radiating was intoxicating; yes. This human was the reason for his arrival. Nightmare hadn't planned to show up at all, just letting Killer have all the fun. But, the moment he felt a human's fear of losing someone so dear to them... He just had to come see for himself; he was not disappointed. 

"Atara Sol from Underfell. I usually feel anger from you, but this fear~" Nightmare made a show of breathing her in and sighed pleasantly.  "It's refreshing~" Atara was lost for words, her fear gripped her so hard, she began to shiver in place. This... This adventure wasn't fun anymore. Atara was ready to go home, now.  "D-Dream?" She squeaked, her tears now streaming down her cheeks. 

Nightmare's eye widened in delight.  "Oh," His deep and suave voice sent shivers up Atara's spine, but this time she had no idea why. (Was it fear or something.. else?)  "You really think my brother will be able to save you from me?" Nightmare belted out a deep chuckle that started to echo around her; Atara gasped and started to back away, only to freeze when her world was surrounded by darkness. A dark bubble barrier rose from the ground from below Nightmare, trapping Atara inside- with this nightmare! She faintly heard her Sans and Dream calling out her name in alarm, but they couldn't make it to her in time. 

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Darkness was all around her, nothing but cold darkness. She already missed the light of the Doodle Sphere, anything was better than this terrible void of nightmarish void that now surrounded her. Keeping her trapped and away from her Sans, from her new friends. Away from her exit. 

"Poor child, having lost her father is such a tragic way." 

"What-?" Atara gasped, her arms wrapping tightly around herself as she spun around, trying to find where that.. That familiar voice came from. 

"Don't suppose she'll end up like her father, ey?" 

"Drug addled? Or perhaps she'll die like her dear ole mother did?" They clicked their tongue in distaste.  "So tragic."

"S-Stop it..." Atara whispered, her voice breaking as memories flooded her mind of when she was just a little girl. The funeral; it was nothing special. We.. I  didn't have enough money for dad to have a casket, let alone a burial place. So, he was cremated. I.. I still have his ashes, but they're stashed away. Out of sight, out of mind. 

Blinking back the tears, Atara could have sworn she saw something move in the darkness, and when she managed to adjust her eyes to the darkness all around her, a shape sprouted up and formed into a familiar person. The first woman who took her in when she became an orphan. The woman remained as black as the darkness around her, and when she reached her hands out to grab onto Atara's shoulders (just like she had all those years ago), black inky- no, oily substance leaked down Atara's arms. 

"You'll be living with me now! I just know you'll love it here~!" 

Atara shoved towards the woman, only to slip right through her body and fall to the ground. In a panic, Atara spun around so she sat on her ass, staring fearfully up at the oily woman as she neared Atara.  "G-Get away from me!" Atara managed to scramble to her feet, but her sandals slipped on the oily darkness beneath her. She came crashing down on her hands and knees with a grunt.  Before she could recover, a face morphed below her face and sprouted up to float in front of her face- 

It was another face of a different caretaker; this one had been abusive. "Stupid brat!" She snarled, Atara sat up and scooted back to get away from the toxic woman, but the face followed- this one didn't have a body and only was connected by the stem of blackness. "I told you if you did that again, I'll lock you away for a week!" 

"Sh-Shut up!" Atara cried out, her hand slashing at the face making it burst and fall away. She once again made it back to her feet and backed away until her back met the liquid wall that trapped her. Her hands pressed flat against the liquid, she tried to grip at it but she couldn't gain purchase. 

The darkness all around her was already driving her mad, and she hadn't been in here that long. At least, she didn't think so. Her trembling was making her feel ill, the fear and hopelessness she was feeling was adding to that sickness. A coldness settled over her, once again she wrapped her arms around herself to try and keep herself warm, and safe. 

"I-I get the picture!" She called out, hoping that this was a sick joke. Was this Sans' way of getting her to not run away with strangers? "I want to go home! I want... I want Red!" She was tired of all the memories of her pain she experienced when she was a child. The loneliness she endured for so many years. 

"How adorable."

She gasped upon hearing Nightmare? His voice leaked into the dark room, almost echoing all around her. Yet, she couldn't see him. It was too dark, even if her eyes had somewhat adjusted to how dark her world had become. 

"Please! Please, let me go! I want Sans!"  She cried out, using his original name and not his nickname, this time. Tentacles slithered out from behind her, and wrapped around Atara's body to keep her pressed to the wall- which began to morph into a more defined solid surface; it felt like... Cold fear struck her then, realizing that she was now trapped and pressed against Nightmare's chest, his ribs digging into her back, that was how close she was to him. 

"You know," His voice wasn't as scary now that he was behind her. It didn't give her any relief, however. He leaned his head down and rest his chin on her left shoulder as he shifted that one cyan blue eye light at her face, drinking in her pale, terrified expression.  "It's funny how you're so oblivious to your Sans' feelings towards you." He purred, his deep voice made her release a full body shiver.  "What... What do you mean?" She asks, her head turning just slightly towards him. 

Nightmare laughed, his chest shaking against her, she could feel his deep voice rumble through her body.  "It's so adorable how you're unaware of just how bad Underfell Sans has it for you." 

Atara's back straightened and her eyes widened as she stared cluelessly at the nightmarish skeleton.  "I-I don't know what you mean... Red.. Red likes me? He- He would have said something if he did." (Right?)

"Hehehe," He snickered, his eye light brightening in delight at her innocence.  Oh, to destroy such a thing; he must simply keep her. It was rare to find such innocence now that monsters mingled with humans. Even after everything this woman has been through, she still held such an innocent facade, one he would gladly destroy~ "You're starting to sound like that pesky glitch~"  

"Red, as you like to call him, has feelings for you; he started falling oh," Nightmare paused for a dramatic effect, even raising his hand to press his index finger to his teeth, before he grinned wickedly at her.  "six months, now?" 

Six months? 

Sans has been hiding his feelings from  her for that long? But.... "But, why?" Atara asked, looking a bit hurt that he hadn't said anything to her. Did he think she would reject him? Or was it something else? Was he worried they wouldn't stay together? Was it because of her... Baggage?

Nightmare's eye socket widened and his cyan blue eye light twinkled with sick delight at her emotions, he could tell they were twisting inside of her like a knife. The emotions was invigorating, he started to feel a little drunk.  All because of this one human woman, with so much pain and fear. She still held onto things from the past, and hearing that Sans had feelings  for her, she was starting to think the worse possible outcomes of that situation. 

"I suppose you'll have to ask him why. That is, if you survive my nightmare~" The black, oily skeleton snickered, his hold on her tightening. Atara began to struggle, her fight was slowly coming back. Realizing that she may never see Sans again, Atara began to fight. She had to. For Sans, for their future- she could return his feelings! Surely! 

"Let Go of me!" She cried out, managing to move one arm around until she could jab it into his rib cage. With a grunt, Nightmare released her and she stumbled forward, catching herself before she fell to the ground again. She spun around to face the nightmare, but was startled when he was missing! Fuck... She had to find a way out of here, she just had to! So, ignoring the skeleton for now, Atara turned away and ran to the other side of the dome of darkness and started to pound her fists against the liquid walls; screaming for Nightmare to let her out or for Sans to help her. 

"Please!" She cried when her efforts proved fruitless. "Sans! Dream! Fuck, Ink or Error!" She was getting desperate at this point, her voice cracking as tears started running down her cheeks again.  "Let me out! Get me out of here!" She screamed, her own voice echoing in the dark void, her fists pounded harder against the walls. 

Suddenly, tentacles shot out and wrapped around her wrists, keeping her bound as the dark liquid barrier fell suddenly, only to form into Nightmare who now stood behind her; his tentacles keeping her in place. She realized why he had done so as one of Dream's arrows was sent flying at her, and for a moment, she thought it was going to pierce into her chest. It would have, if Nightmare hadn't nudged her to the side just in time- 

Fuck! He did that on purpose! She sent a teary glare up at his stupid face. His grin stretching wide across his skull and his eye socket wide and his blue eye light vibrated with exhilaration! "Tsk," Nightmare clicked his tongue and shook his head at his brother.  "You almost pierced  her, dear brother." 

Sans was screaming at Dream to be more careful- Atara's eyes widened at the sight of him being injured and.. And bleeding?!  "R-Red!" She cried out, trying to free herself from the evil skeleton behind her. "don't worry, sweetheart!" Sans called out to her, sounding somewhat relieved yet panicked.  "we'll save you and bring you home." She nodded at him, Nightmare groaned in disgust, rolling his eye light.  "I'm afraid our playtime is over. It looks like you've lost again, brother." 

"Nightmare!" Dream yelled, his bow aimed at Nightmare, he was confident that he wouldn't miss this time.  "Hand her over, now!" With a tilt of his head, Nightmare narrowed his eye socket and said;  "If you want her, come and get  her." 

It was to his surprise when Error appeared out of nowhere, his blue strings summoned and raining down onto Nightmare and Atara. They wrapped around each one, Error readily pulling back on Atara's strings to free her from Nightmare's bondage. Error's only warning was a huff of annoyance before Nightmare flicked a tentacle at the glitch, sending Error careening away from Nightmare and Atara. 

Ink was the next one to interfere, but Nightmare made easy work of him by performing the same trick he had with Error. As for Fell Sans... Well, the fool was too injured to get up and fight. Besides, Killer easily stomped his foot down on Sans' chest, gaining a cry of pain from Sans and a scream of fear from Atara. "L-Leave him alone!" 

Atara had been too distracted to see Nightmare's next plan of action. As soon as Dream release his hold on his arrow, it shot forwards and with just a step to the left... The arrow pierced into Atara's right shoulder, embedding right into her bone. 

Everything around Atara silenced once that arrow hit. The searing pain cloudy every other sense and blinded her. Her own scream of pain was even muffled in her own ears. 

Sans' eyes widened- not just his; Error, Ink, and Dream stared in horror at Atara as she tensed and panted; she cried. She cried out for her friends. She cried out for Sans... "It hurts!" 

"tara!!" 

"Fu-uck-ck!" 

"Atara, no!" 

Atara clenched her eyes shut, missing the scene played before her. 

Killer disappeared from beside Sans; Dream, Error, and Ink charged forwards to try and stop Nightmare from leaving. Nightmare grinned manically as he stepped back into the portal he summoned, Killer jumping through after.  

"Come try and save her, brother. Before she too gets corrupted~" 

With that, the portal closes, leaving the three skeletons behind in the Doodle Sphere, regretting their many decisions...

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Miley Cyrus: "Evil Is But A Shadow"

Evil is but a shadow

That always accompanies the good

You can try to have a world

A world without the shadow

But it'll be a dark, dark and cold place world

Cause it would be a world, a world without light too

The lights of nature

The light of the true

The light of silence

The light of all I do

The brighter it shines from the mountain

The more evil hides in its hole

Enjoy so hard to defeat us

A world starting to lose your control

Trol, lose your control

Trol, lose your control

Trol, lose your control

Trol, lose your control

We won't stop

We'll let it go, it drop

How'd it get to be so obvious?

I'll have fun

We won't stop

We'll let it fucking drop

We won't stop, oh

I'll have fun

Evil is but a shadow

A shadow in this world

Evil is but a shadow

A shadow in this world

Evil is but a shadow

A shadow in this world