#so i hurt them so dadmare can make them feel better

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales Part 5

Again, reminding everyone that some of these kids had badsters or not that good of a dadster. So childhood traumas are being explored here.

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5(you are here)

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Killer looked around as he was set down in the comfy chair in the office. Nightmare took a seat behind his desk and grabbed a piece of paper. “Pardon me, I know some things about you, but I would like to know more. That way, I may… make your stay here better.”

“ok!” Killer said with a big smile. He wiggled around in the chair until his legs dangled off and swung them a little.

For a moment, Nightmare thought about the adult Killer when he would give a report or just came to chat. He would lounge across the chair, the chair’s arms creaking from the odd way he ‘sat.’ Killers knees would be on one arm of the chair and his back pressed against the other. As he spoke, he would play with a knife only to pause in his report and smile as an interesting thought came to him. hey, boss?

“mr. night?”

The youthful voice brought him back to the now, and he looked at the child. Small… fragile… “Sorry, I was thinking about something. You said your dad takes you to the lab?” Nightmare asked, and Killer gave an enthusiastic nod.

“uh huh! dad first sent me to school but was mad that i wasn’t learning enough. he said i was doing bad in my classes because i was bored. school was boring. so, now i go to the lab, and i learn everything there!”

Nightmare smiled. Seemed about right. Underneath that silly and playful exterior, which may say or do some of the dumbest things imaginable, Killer is very bright. That would also be why he was not afraid to ask questions and was quick to point out that asking is vital to learning. It was likely encouraged by his father.

“That sounds rather nice. Do you have any siblings?” Nightmare asked, and Killer jumped up for his chair, excited, as the emotions he wanted to feel dripped down his face.

“yes! but he’s not born yet!” Killer ran around the desk and grabbed the arm of Nightmare’s chair while rocking on his toes. “he’s just a tiny soul! and he glows brighter when i talk to him! i love my brother so much….” That thought caused Killer to pause as he looked up at Nightmare quizzically, “mr. night? did dad send my brother with me? is he here to be safe, too?”

“No, your brother is so small he needs special care. He went to stay with someone better equipped to help him,” Nightmare explained, and Killer relaxed.

“oh… ok… you don’t think he’ll forget me, do you?” Killer asked.

“No, you both descend from the same source of magic, and that is stronger than anything else in the world…,” Nightmare said. Killer took comfort in those words, but Nightmare felt a lump in his vocal magic as he remembered his brother. They used to get along so well, but Dream was never where he was supposed to be. Nightmare had been abandoned when he needed his brother the most, shattering the brotherhood between the twins.

It was indeed a strong bond… but, once broken, it was not so easily repairable. Especially when one is stubborn and won’t deviate from what he thinks is best.

Or… perhaps both…

“mr. night?” Killer then asked.

“Hm? What is it, Killer?”

“why is this stuff coming out of my eyes? it wasn’t like that before… and i think i should be scared or something… shouldn’t i? the others have cried and i…,” He then looked down at his red soul glowing on his chest. “and what is this… it hurts….”

Nightmare looked down at the younger version of the most loyal of his henchmen. Slowly he reached down and picked the child up, and hugged him. “A lot has happened… more than I can explain.”

The child clung to him and started to whimper. “it hurts.”

“I know… You said you think you should feel scared, correct?” Nightmare asked, and the child nodded, turning his head to the side and looking up at him. “Your feelings have somehow been trapped, and they don’t know how to get free.” Nightmare explained, oversimplifying the malformed soul and lack of emotions.

“is that why it hurts?” Killer asked, and Nightmare nodded. “is that why i’m here? dad is trying to find a way to fix it?” Nightmare sighed, unsure how he should answer that.

“what about… this stuff?” Killer asked while wiping at his eyes. 

Nightmare patiently got a tissue and started to clean off Killer’s face. “This is… what emotions had pushed through, but incorrectly so you can’t feel them….” Again, oversimplifying his condition, but perhaps Killer will take comfort in that.

“something really bad happened to me… and dad trying to figure out what happened so he can fix it. i’m here for you to take care of me while he does that?” Killer asked. Nightmare didn’t respond; he’ll let the child believe what he wanted at this point. “i think… i feel scared now….”

Indeed, Nightmare could feel some fear coming from the mutated soul. “I think so too, and that is okay. This is… scary to me as well.”

“but you seem so big and brave!” Killer protested, and Nightmare chuckled.

“You have to be scared to be brave. Bravery is the act of overcoming fear,” Nightmare explained and stood up while hugging the child.

“then i’m going to be brave, too!” Killer announced and then leaned into Nightmare. “thank you, mr. night.”

There is more he could learn, but that is enough. Did that soul always hurt Killer? That will have to be asked when Killer is an adult again. 

He made his way back to the kitchen, and as he walked in, he heard some sniffling from under the table. None of the children were still in their chairs, it seems. The kitchen trash can had been pulled beside the table, and there was the strong smell of wasted magic though the bag had been tied up.

“you’re okay, dust,” said a voice he was starting to recognize as Cross’.

“he won’t be upset over that. you can’t help it,” Horror added.

“i wasn’t supposed to get sick… he said so,” Dust’s voice sounded strained. He was trying not to cry.

Nightmare sighed as he knelt down by the table and set Killer down. “There you all are.” Dust curled up into a ball on the floor, shivering as he struggled not to cry. Fear was again coming from Dust, and it did not bode well for what he would eventually be hearing.

“he threw up,” Cross said.

“i’m sorry,” Dust then quickly mumbled while looking over a Nightmare. His face needed to be cleaned, and there were spots of wasted magic on his sloth shirt. When he reached for Dust, the child suddenly scurried back and away, clinging to a table leg. For an empath like Nightmare, he felt like he was drowning in the fear radiating off Dust. “i’m sorry, i… i didn’t….”

Using his tendrils, he grabbed Dust, who flinched and then started shaking so hard he was rattling. Nightmare shook his skull, knowing full well that there would be no comfort at this point. Dust was too stressed to hear what was being said. Still, the child needed cleaning up, and Nightmare walked to the kitchen sink. “Killer?”

“yes, mr. night?” Killer asked.

“Are you feeling brave enough to explore the castle alone to retrieve something for me?” Nightmare asked, looking at the tiny skeleton, and was rewarded with a big smile.

“yes, mr. night!” Killer said as he hopped a little in excitement.

“Do you remember where the infirmary is?” Nightmare asked and noticed the confusion on his face. “The room with all the beds we met in.”

“oh! yes, i remember!” Killer said with a big smile.

“There is a bin in there with clean shirts. Can you try finding one for Dust?” Nightmare asked.

Killer dashed out of the room, “yes mr. night!”

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[utmv-headcanons-for-the-brave]

Headcanon timmmmeeeeee-

I’m. Not tagging this. Because I’m too tired to type out all of those tags. But, all. Haracters here, unless stated otherwise, do NOT belong to me, and belong to their rightful owners. With that out of the way, let’s get right into these wonderful headcanons.

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Dream and Nightmare don’t hold any grudges against each other(anymore), but they still fight and stuff because the rest of the Bad Sanses enjoy it. And because Ink’s a dumbass and would forget to not pick fights with Nightmare.

Nightmare and Dream usually just mildly inconvenience each other, (mostly Nightmare) but don’t do anything(usually) that would put the other in a life or death situation.

Even in a non-ship kind of relationship between Ink and Error, when the two aren’t fucking with each other, Ink will sometimes try to help Error with his fear of touch. Only sometimes, though, and only when Error isn’t angry at Ink for something. Which, is rare.

When/if Nightmare reverts to his ‘passive’ state, the rest of his gang sorta treats him like a child at first, but then Night proves he can still kill things, and they immediately stop. Likely because Nightmare was like “Hey keep that up and you’re next”.

And there’s gonna be more under the cut I just don’t want this post to be super duper long-

Dadmare. Just. Nightmare takes care of his gang like they’re children. If they’re sad, he tries to make them feel better. If they need to vent, he lets them. If they’re hurt, he takes care of their wounds. I think you get it.

Nightmare likes to bake. Like, just tandom shit. Cookies, cake, brownies, you name it, he can probably bake it.

Everybody Error cares about has a plushie that he made for them. Who all has a plushie, you ask? Well, that’s up to you.

Ink, despite being a bastard man that likes to annoy people, does try his hardest to remember people’s triggers and fears so that he doesn’t fuck up and bring up some trauma or make someone have a panic attack. And, if he forgets, he will apologize profusely because he very much so didn’t mean to.

Chara and Asriel like to have very, very odd conversations. Like stuff like “what is the meaning of life” “does the universe ever end” and so on. This makes Toriel and Asgore very concerned.

Geno is hella touch-starved.

Reaper is also hella touch-starved. But for more obvious reasons than Geno.

Killer is afraid of the dark, because he doesn’t want to look like a target, but, that’s all people will see of him in the dark. A glowing target.

The fandom can’t decide if Sans sleeps too much, or too little, so I’ve come up with a solution. The answer is both. Because that’s what Sans thinks. But it depends on the situation. If it would benefit him to be like “yeah I sleep a lot” then it’s like okay he sleeps to much. But if it would benefit him to be like “oh I don’t sleep” then he doesn’t sleep enough. I personally believe he doesn’t sleep enough though.

Geno and Reaper, even in a non-ship relationship, would probably hold hands, just so they could feel someone else’s touch. Y’know, ‘cause, due to Geno being stuck in the save screen, and Death killing pretty much everyone he touches, neither of them really feel another person’s touch. Ever.

Edge is only an asshole to his brother because he’s like “well I don’t want him to fucking DIE, and he’s fucking stupid so- if I’m mean to him then he’ll realize other people are probably worse” and so yeah. He thinks being a little shit will help his brother not die. And, he’s kinda right, I guess. I mean, Fell isn’t dead yet.

Fresh unironically says ‘owo’ and ‘uwu’.

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Okay this is all I’ve got but if y’all wanna- request some. I can think of more. I know I sound desperate, but, uh, it would be awesome if y’all could send some asks. I dunno I just like interacting with people ahahahugvjgvgffygfygfugug

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales part 6

GOOPTALES, WHOOO~! An interview with babybones Horror. And again, a warning: these are child versions of the bad sanses, and they have childhood trauma.

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6(you are here)

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The child continued to apologize all through the time that Nightmare washed up Dust and changed his shirt. No matter what Nightmare said, Dust didn’t acknowledge any form of comforting words. This was not new for Dust. Anytime he feels he did something terribly wrong, he gets like this. Still, it annoyed Nightmare that this behavior started while he was so young.

Finally, the Guardian set the child down near the table once he was cleaned up. “There you go,” He said, setting his hand on the child’s head. Dust flinched at the touch….

The fear Dust had been feeling was replaced with confusion and frustration. That was all too common to Nightmare. Once Dust didn’t receive the treatment he expected, he would not know what to think and be angry with himself for his behavior. As much as he wanted to find out what happened to cause Dust to throw up, Nightmare knew he wouldn’t have the emotional strength for the other two if he spoke to Dust now. But then, the Guardian hadn’t expected an emotional moment between him and Killer. He just hoped he would have the strength to get through all four.

Nightmare sighed, “Rest; we will talk soon. Horror?”

“my turn?” Horror asked, and Nightmare nodded. Horror crawled out from under the table and looked at Dust. “see, he wasn’t angry.”

Dust just stood there until Cross grabbed one of his hands, and Killer took the other. “let’s keep playing cave explorer!” Cross said.

“that sounds fun!” Killer said as he and Cross pulled Dust under the table.

Horror asked to walk instead of being carried, and Nightmare allowed it. Once in his office with Horror, Nightmare was ready to start the process over again. There was more he could have learned about Killer… but he learned enough. What he did know still bothered Nightmare. Did Killer still have that pain in that malformed soul? And what about Horror. Nightmare figured out he had headaches, but Horror was good at hiding them most of the time. Years of living with it made him used to the constant pain.

This was the child version of him, who wasn’t used to that wound.

Horror climbed into the chair on his own, and Nightmare walked over and sat at his desk. “You seem fairly independent.”

“dad’s usually busy… he gets babysitters for me, but he forgets sometimes,” Horror explained.

“I… see, so you take care of yourself when your father forgets?” Nightmare asked.

“… mr night, i don’t hate my dad. i know he’s trying, but he’s just busy,” Horror shrugged. “he’s the royal scientist. it’s a big job. i used to be angry about it, but i know he doesn’t mean to forget about me, so i now just accept it.”

“I understand. It must be difficult on you as well as him,” Nightmare replied.

“yeah…,” Horror sighed and shrugged, “sometimes i just go to the lab and sit in his office….”

“You walk there on your own?” Nightmare confirmed, and Horror nodded.

“he’s been talking about making a brother for me… i know he wants another son, so i guess i won’t be lonely,” Horror said as he reached up and touched his skull.

“Horror?” Nightmare asked as the child seemed lost in thought.

Tears were filling his sockets, “how did i get hurt… i can’t see out of my right socket….” Horror then looked right at Nightmare. “i’m so scared…, i’m trying to not be around the others. they're younger, and i don’t want to scare them, but….”

“You are a child, Horror… you have the right to be scared,” Nightmare stood up and walked over to the young skeleton.

“but…,” He was gasping a little as he pulled his legs up and to his chest. “… being scared never helps….”

“You were alone then… when you were scared?” Nightmare saw Horror nod and look up at him, tears in his sockets.

Was this why Horror seemed to have trouble with anxiety? He never learned to cope with stressful moments in a healthy way as a child. Instead, he forced it down, acting brave until it reached a point he could no longer handle it. Nightmare reached down and picked up the small skeleton. “I am sorry, I wish I could heal you, but those are wounds beyond my help. But that doesn’t mean you have to ignore your feelings. It is natural to feel scared and to acknowledge that fear so you may move forward.”

Horror cuddled into Nightmare. Usually, the taller skeleton was the one caring for the others and even keeping an eye on Nightmare. He was gentle and tolerant. There were times he needed comfort, but now Nightmare saw he may need more reassurance than he asked for. There was so much that Horror was willing to put up with, but was that because he learned to suppress his feelings? Nightmare inwardly scolded himself for not noticing this sooner. It was something he should not have overlooked.

Sitting down in the chair, he held Horror as the child sobbed into his coat. It seemed like this was the theme of these interviews. Gain some information about the henchmen in question and then spend the rest of their time comforting them. Nightmare was already starting to tire from the waves of emotions he had to deal with. But he couldn’t stop yet. There were two more, and one of them he was silently dreading.

Eventually, Horror’s crying quieted, and Nightmare rubbed circles into the small spine as Horror slowly calmed his breathing. “It is alright, Horror. I will be here for you and the others.”

“for now…,” Horror said softly. “eventually, i’ll be going home.”

“Even then, I will visit, and you can stay with me when you need someone while your father is busy,” Nightmare said, which seemed to calm Horror.

“you’re nice, mr. night,” Horror smiled and leaned into Nightmare. Seemed like a good stopping point for this one.

“Just do not tell anyone outside of the castle. I have a cruel and evil reputation to uphold,” Nightmare chuckled as he stood up.

“yeah, right; dad wouldn’t let me stay with you if you did,” Horror gave a tired giggle.

“Only because he knows me. Anyone beyond my alliances fears me,” Nightmare grinned as he started towards the kitchen. “That way, I can keep you safe.”

“well, i don’t feel scared around you… it’s like i knew you… but i’ll tell anyone new that you are mean and horrible,” Horror said, and Nightmare nodded.

“Good.”

As they entered the kitchen, Killer and Cross jumped out from under the table. Both were holding straws they must have found in one of the draws. He didn’t want them getting into things, but at least they didn’t have anything he worried about as dangerous. Though they both had serious faces as they glared up at him.

“who goes there?” Cross demanded.

“You tell me who you are, and perhaps I will tell you?” Nightmare replied.

“we are the knights who protect the last cave dragon hatchling!” Killer announced with a big smile.

“A little cave dragon, huh?” Nightmare mused as he set Horror down.

“yup!” Cross replied while pointing back at Dust. The “cave dragon” had summoned a blaster that was placed on his skull. “killer and i were pretending we were looking for a dragon. dust said he could make something dragon-like. we decided he could be the cave dragon since he can make those dragon head attacks, and we are guarding him.”

“I see. Well, perhaps there can be a change of guard, and Horror could take over for you, Cross. But please, do not get into any more things without me here,” Nightmare said.

“ok, mr. night!” Killer replied as he took Horror’s hand, “come on, let me introduce you to the dragon!”

“Stay here a bit longer, Cross. I would like to make a phone call,” Nightmare said, and Cross nodded before joining the others under the table to explain the game.

Nightmare stepped out of the kitchen and pulled out his cell phone to call Sci.

“how are they?” Sci asked without even a greeting.

“You said your tests were showing memory loss?” Nightmare said as he leaned against the wall.

“yes, further tests have proved that. two had memorized a maze, and they were acting like they had never been in it. there was a button one knew to press to get treats, and he is currently relearning how to use it.” Sci replied.

“As far as they are concerned, they were just with their fathers yesterday… and have no idea they were adults,” Nightmare sighed, and he heard Sci sigh as well.

“i’ve been looking over the chemicals of that orange stuff, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing, about it that makes sense,” Sci said.

“That is because you are looking at it as a scientist who only cares for the laws of science. This is a different matter,” Nightmare replied. Then smiled as a thought came to his mind, “Sci, free up some time tomorrow.”

“no can do. this has set me back already,” Sci said.

“Sci,” Nightmare said more sternly.

“hey, i’m not one of your ‘idiots,’ okay?” Sci replied, voice sounding annoyed.

“You forget, you made me your friend, Sci. I helped you when you asked. They helped you,” Nightmare continued to grin.

“yeah, think i’ve already paid off that debt,” Sci muttered.

“No, that’s not how it works. Now, frankly, Sci, I do not bother you that much, and I am not asking. I am telling you. This is for your own good, as you need to open your eyes. Being in that lab every day has blinded you to the wonders of the world that the science you cling to can not explain,” Nightmare replied.

“sorry, noot, i like my science,” Sci sounded annoyed at that point.

Nightmare chuckled darkly, “Oh, my friend, if you had a choice before, you lost it when you just called me that. I will be by to get you tomorrow, be ready.”

As he hung up, he heard Sci asking when but he just chuckled and ignored the scientist. A following flurry of dings from his phone indicated the panicked text messages Sci was sending. He turned his phone to silent, one of the few things his boys taught him that he managed to learn.

Now, it was time to talk to Cross.

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