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i’m enchanted by you
“there is nothing more precious than you.”
Bite-Sized: Meet the Gang
More Bite-Sized content I forgot to post...
Cross was sitting outside the palace sharpening his blades. The day was unusually nice for this forgotten AU, the sky a brilliant blue with the local wildlife roaming around. Far too often the place was practically flooding with how much it rained. The sun might as well have not existed for how little it was seen. But today was nice and calm. Or it was.
"why are you mad at me?!" Killer's whiny voice broke the illusion of peace. Cross sighed and sheathed his dagger, he was not putting up with this.
"you abandoned a child, killer!!" Cross froze in his tracks. What?
"i did not abandon him. i was gonna come back!" A smack rang out. Ohhhh, Dust was pissed. Usually, when upset, Dust would simmer slowly, working up some plan to get revenge, which often resulted in humiliation for the unfortunate party. But for him to lash out right away? Cross shivered. Dust was stronger than most people realized, magically and physically, which meant Killer would be feeling that for the foreseeable future.
"dude! what the f-" Another slap. Cross winced. Maybe he should go break that up.
"language." Dust growled. The royal guard slowly made his way to the voices, but that turned out to be unnecessary, as the two bickering skeletons appeared from the trees only moments later. Killer was sporting a bruise on his face roughly the shape and size of Dust's hand. Dust, meanwhile, looked perfectly unharmed, but had a small child in his arms. The kid looked far more injured than the two adults they were with, a jagged hole in their skull and a far too thin frame. They looked warm, however, with a puffy blue snow jacket and pink boots. There was also a red scarf tied in a neat bow. Cross's soul sunk. That meant the kid was a Sans, one who had likely lost their Papyrus.
Dust spotted Cross and waved him over. The guard was a bit hesitant, but eventually joined his teammates.
"we found traces of ink during our patrol. just outside of ccino's au. no idea if he stuck around, but he somehow managed to bring a child with him. we think." Cross nodded as Dust gave the report. This would typically be given to Nightmare, but- Cross stared at the kid.
"We have leftover soup in the fridge. Since Killer's been with you, the kitchen's still in one piece." Dust nodded and hurried into the palace. Killer stayed behind.
"what do ya think boss is gonna say?" Cross tilted his head in consideration.
"Chances are he's going to try and find the kid's AU. If he can't..." He allows a moment to get his point across. Killer sucks in a breath. "He's totally giving your room to the kid." Killer lets out an offended squawk as Cross teleports up to Nightmare's study, ready to give Dust's report.
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Why was it that even the simplest tasks were made difficult by the absolute idiots that lived in this palace? Nightmare stared at Dust, who was heating up soup on the stove. A common sight, as no one really knew how to make much more that soups and sandwiches. What was different was the child balanced on Dust's hip, fast asleep. Dust turned and saw Nightmare, who probably looked like he crawled out of a bog.
"want a cup of tea, boss?" Nightmare only nodded before leaving the kitchen. He sat down at the ridiculously large dining table and planted his face into the smooth wood. This week had been harder than most. The balance was teetering dangerously over the edge, Dream and Ink having decided to work overtime. Error was finally taking a break, actually sleeping in his bed for once, rather than stringing up a hammock to prevent any of the gang from bothering him. Not that anyone would do so, the poor outcode was so very, very tired.
A few minutes later, a teacup and bowl were set next to Nightmare's head. He turned to face Dust, who was settling the child into a chair. The guardian reached for his cup and sipped at it slowly. Dust roused the child. Now that they weren't nestled in Dust's arm, it was easy to see they were a Sans of some kind. Nightmare's attention was instantly drawn to the old head wound that took up most of the child's skull. Bleary sockets opened, revealing a singular glowing red eyelight, much larger than what was standard.
"horror? you up buddy?" The child gave a weak nod. Dust pushed the soup into his hands. "wanna eat?" Horror seemed to wake up more at that, gently taking the bowl, careful not to spill. Once the child was occupied with his food, Dust turned to Nightmare. "found him wandering the anti-void. likely slipped through ink's portal," Nightmare gave a tired nod.
"Any idea where he's from?" Dust shook his head. Nightmare sighed and pulled himself up from his seat. "I shall prepare him a room." The guardian looked thoughtful. "Cross has your report, does he not?" Dust flushed purple. "Very well. I will have to hunt him down. You see to it that the child is tended to,"
As it turns out, Nightmare was able to complete both tasks with ease, having crossed paths with Cross on his way to find a room. The report was brief, as expected, and gave little insight on the situation. Ink was prone to forgetting why he was in an AU and hopping across the multiverse to enter another one. Which meant the child could be from anywhere. With luck, Error would be able to narrow it down.
Most of the rooms in the palace were, in many ways, childproof. At the same time, they were also quite dangerous. The rooms next to Dust's and the lab were remarkably clean, free of sharp objects, uneven furniture, and any visible electrical outlets, wires or the like. But most of them had been exposed to any number of hazardous material and one of them was missing a wall. Closer to Killer's suite, the rooms were rigged with all manner of failed pranks. But were otherwise perfectly harmless. Error's wing was the safest, the Sans being a bit of a neat freak. However, Error did not like people. Unfortunate for Horror, he was a people. Nightmare would prefer the child stay away from his own end of the palace as his negative aura might impact them.
Cross, on the other hand, had a room next to his that was not only clean, but intact and out of harm's way. Nightmare had little regard for what Cross himself might think. And with that, the prince started moving things to the new room.
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Dust hadn't taken his eyes off of Horror. The kid was eating like he had been starved. Which, wasn't as unlikely as Dust would've hoped. He'd seen the Multiverse, he'd visited some of the worst universes. The poor kid could have been from one of those.
Once the bowl was clean, he reached a hand out to Dust. He made a little grabby fist that had Phantom cooing over Dust's shoulder.
"papy! i'm done!" Dust froze. That was. That sure wasn't the name Dust gave Horror earlier. Phantom looked over his brother, the still living skeleton having turned a strange pale color.
"my- my name's dust, remember?" Horror tilted his head like a confused puppy and nodded. "you're done, right?" He nodded again. "'aight. then lets go see what room nightmare's picked out for you," Dust scooped the kid in his arms and made his way upstairs. Nightmare had hung a small, basic sign that had Horror's name on it in glittery calligraphy. Dust didn't even know Boss had glitter pens. He'd have to steal those later.
Dust rapped on the door. Nightmare opened it, revealing the room. It was large, as all the guest rooms were, but had been hastily decorated with a bookshelf, desk, soft crimson bed sheets, and matching curtains. A few of Error's crochet creatures sat on the bed next to puffy pillows. A shark onesie was laid out as well. Glow-in-the-dark stars dotted the ceiling and Dust had to wonder where Nightmare got all these things. Because there also happened to be a small basket of toys, none of which were in the palace prior. There were dinosaurs and cars and dolls, as well as an unusual amount of sharks, Dust would ask about that later.
"look at this!" Dust swept his arm in a grand gesture, hoping to draw all of Horror's attention to the room. "it's all for you!" He set the kid down and turned to leave the room immediately. Nightmare snagged him by the shoulder, shooting the Sans a questioning glance. They both looked at Horror, who had toddled over to the bed, gently gathering the plushies into his arms. "i just... need a minute boss," And with that, Dust left.
clonetober day 4 and 5 ; desolance + bloom
not much to say w these two
tho recently i learned subject two has a name canonically ; dorian
i personally think citrinitas is cooler but whatever
Belated new years goal is to do more creative things. Recently got into mini painting and it’s been very zen