You Can Ask Me Anything Except The Eleventh.

Damn it. I'm sorry everyone, but Tumblr won't allow me to go further 😭

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but if I'M a traumatized kid and YOU'RE a traumatized kid... who's playing the game!?

So.

I was scrolling through Tumblr, and I found this fanart of a fanfic called "For the Forgotten Ones".

It's a story of an Alternate Multiverse where Ink was found and saved by Nightmare from the empty void of his "AU". You can find it on AO3.

Now, usually I don't read every fanfic I come across, but this one... It's something special. It's REALLY good. You all should give it a try. Just an advice.

Bad Sansuary day 4: rain (feat. Dust)

I am using a little OC of mine for this, since I think she really fits the Bad Sanses (ahem she's crazy ahem). We're in a scenario where she's been with the gang for a while now. There is no romanticism in this, I think it'll mainly be her interacting with the gang following the prompts. It's also a weird mix of canon and fanon. I tried my best, but beware of the cringe >_<

Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones

Dust belongs to @ask-dusttale

Ashes belongs to me

The atmosphere was eerily quiet. The dust of fallen monsters swirled in the air of the Waterfall of this AU, remnants of a Genocide Route. If Dust had to guess, the human should be in Hotland by now. Giving them plenty enough time to grab what they needed from the abandoned houses and shops.

The gang had gone on a supply run when Horror noticed they were running low on food and Nightmare declared they had to take new plates and glasses to replace the ones Ashes had either hidden away or straight up destroyed. Dust had also decided to take advantage of the situation by grabbing some other things that would be useful to him, like some alcohol. Recently he had been running out and he suspected someone was stealing from his secret stash even if he couldn't be sure.

He went around from house to house, having already pillaged all the main shops and trying to find something interesting that maybe some people left behind in the urgency of the evacuation. Aside from some spare gold, he didn't find anything of value, and he was getting increasingly frustrated until he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and he immediately snapped towards it, completely focused. Could that be a survivor? Someone that was left behind? Dust snuck out of the house he was in to get a better look at them, but they disappeared behind a corner, him trying to follow them but whoever it was always stayed just out of his sight even when he tried to teleport. He didn't notice how far he was being led until he felt some raindrops falling onto his hoodie and he noticed they were in the area of Waterfall where it constantly rained. He pulled up his hood more to shield his face from the drops, and kept following the figure. Eventually, he saw their silhouette standing in the darkness in front of the statue with the musical box in it, just staring at it. As he carefully got near, he noticed who it was. Ashes. She was looking at the statue with an empty expression and an empty smile, the raindrops falling onto her face and down her cheeks looking like tears she was shedding. She didn't seem to be staring at anything in particular, instead looking with vacant eyes in a spot just over the statue's head, eyes sometimes snapping left and right as if she was seeing or hearing other things nobody else could see. She didn't even bother to repair herself from the rain, letting it fall on her drenching her.

Dust carefully got nearer, approaching her slowly until he was basically beside her and wordlessly stared at the statue too, trying to find what was so interesting about it. It was basically like any other of these statues he had seen, some pieces broken and scattered all around it. When he was about to just go back to the others, Ashes spoke up.

"Isn't this beautiful? This rain, this constant pitter patter on your skin and on the ground?"

She turned towards him, sharp eyes searching for something in his expression.

"I like to imagine that every drop is a lost soul, struggling and falling to its inevitable demise, destroying itself while something else gains from it. Listen to them falling, can't you hear them scream?"

Dust was actually a little unsettled by these things she was saying, but before he could do anything she continued.

"The screams are always there. But hearing more of them, drowning each other, it almost brings something to my heart, something I know I can't feel and will probably never get to feel again. I think they call it peace"

She turned around again, her smile getting a sharp and dangerous edge.

"But I'm sure you know all about screams and being haunted, don't you? Maybe even more than the others. After all, the price you paid for your freedom was the souls of everyone you thought you cared about. Do you think their ghosts still haunt this earth?"

"I'm gonna see if there's anything interesting laying around"

Dust inhaled abruptly, staring at Ashes with surprise and rage. He wasn't expecting her to say things like these, anger was soon mixed with regret and self loathing because he knew she was telling the truth. He tightened his fists as he tried to come up how to answer to something like this.

Just then, Ashes turned around and started to walk away.

And just like that, she was gone, leaving Dust alone in front of the statue.

I am Dragonflame, God of the game.

... Guess the time I spent on writing my AU is coming back to bite me.

I am Arran, god of the most important thing

EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username

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Ok.

I was reading Inverted Fates, a fan-made comic on a swap universe where all the main characters have their roles swapped in couples but they maintain their personalities. So for example Papyrus is swapped with Sans, Toriel with Asgore et cetera. I arrived at the cutscene in which you meet Sans and Papyrus, and after that there was an interaction with the conveniently shaped lamp. Papyrus said that the lamp was too convenient for it to be casual, and there must be greater forces at work around there, and then...

... Papyrus, what the heck.

@doodlenovaa

Bad Sansuary day 9: prey (feat. Horror)

I am using a little OC of mine for this, since I think she really fits the Bad Sanses (ahem she's crazy ahem). We're in a scenario where she's been with the gang for a while now. There is no romanticism in this, I think it'll mainly be her interacting with the gang following the prompts. It's also a weird mix of canon, fanon and headcanon. I tried my best, but beware of the cringe >_<

Messing around with Ashes' pov again.

Every character belongs to its respective owner

Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones

Ashes belongs to me

She ran. The shadows bent in the corner of her vision, closing in on her. She ran, as she chased after the silhouette that ran from her. She got closer and closer, the smell of fear in the air keeping her going. She bumped against a few obstacles, the shadows tearing at her and blood dripped on the ground as she kept going ignoring it. With one final sprint, she tackled the figure and pinned her against a tree, but the force of the tackle shattered some kind of invisible wall, shards of reality flying around them and reflecting her reflection a hundred, a thousand, a million of times. As the predator and the prey floated in the void, Ashes saw herself in the one she was hunting. Her stubborn, annoying old self, who survived through the horrors she was put through somehow, how she was before everything, the betrayals and the pain.

The fragments of reality stabbed through both of them, and Ashes saw tears filling the eyes of her old self. She just smiled, filled with madness as her blood flowed out of her body, and at one point the fragments became strings digging into both of them, and the face in front of her flashed from her own to all the people who she hurt and who hurt her, who she killed and who killed her.

She raised her knife, the motion hurting her but she couldn't stop, and she stabbed the faces shifting in front of her, a sharp pain filling her as well every time she plunged the knife into the shifting mold in front of her, the shadows and darkness filling her vision as she stabbed again and again.

Everything fell into the darkness.

When she woke up, she felt the copper taste of blood in her mouth. The voices were cackling, and she stared up at the ceiling before suddenly standing up, exiting her room and going to the kitchen. She needed to put something in her stomach.

Blood always made her hungry.

She found out she wasn't the only one awake in the middle of the night when she saw the lights on. Perfect. She really needed a distraction, someone to tease and confuse to avoid thinking about everything. She silently sneaked into the kitchen and spotted Horror, who was probably either stress eating or stress preparing a lot of food after the little stunt she had pulled a few days earlier. Eheheh... It was hilarious to watch.

She slowly sneaked up behind Horror and stole an apple, knowing he'd notice it was missing, then climbed on top of the fridge while he was turned away and hung upside down from it, her legs hooked on the top of it. She threw the apple at Horror, him snapping towards her but relaxing a little once he saw it was "only" her. He still remained a bit tense though, so a point for him. He stared at her with a confused expression, and she waved.

"Why hello there big guy, wasn't expecting to find you here. Having a bad night?~"

He turned away and towards the counter, not saying anything.

"Aw c'mon, don't give me the..."

Ashes somehow managed to open the fridge without falling from the position she was in, smirking a little

"... Cold shoulder now. C'mon, we're pals after all, no?"

She jumped down the fridge, going to sit on a counter besides Horror's food.

"Alright, I know you're still pissy from what I did, but listen, I am really sorry okay?"

She wasn't, but she didn't need to say that now did she? She doubted he would even believe her.

"How about we just chat instead? Just you, me, the voices..."

He actually looked at her weird as she mentioned the voices, but she ignored that. People always did that anyway, and if she found another one who heard voices it turned out they were hearing fake ones most of the time. She smiled and kept talking.

"I'll start! You're a good hunter, what do you do when your prey escapes?"

That was a risky move. Horror tensed up, like every time they mentioned his old home. He was probably feeling conflicted, his sadism and satisfaction to talk about hunting in conflict with his not wanting to think about his home. Ashes smiled internally, feeding off of the little amount of internal chaos she had created in him. Eventually, he settled for not answering again, his conflict simmering down, and she spoke up again.

"C'mon buddy, help an old pal in need, will you? I'm curious!"

He stayed silent, before answering.

"... Why are you asking me this? What kind of sick game are you playing now?"

"Why does anyone do anything? Pure, sheer boredom! Plusssss, I'm curious as to how you handle the situation. We both know how much experience you got in that regard"

She could see his struggle on his face. He was tempted and she knew it. When he eventually relented, Ashes giggled quietly

"... I usually try to lead it to trap itself. Corner it or exhaust it. Happy now?"

He was sour today. He had a really bad dream apparently.

Well that made two of them, now didn't it?

"Aw, sweetheart, thank you.~"

She jumped off of the counter, patting him on the back on her way out of the kitchen

"Welp, I'm gonna find something to set on fire. Cya big guy~"

She went out of the kitchen, holding an apple that she stole hidden from his view.

She grinned

It was always fun to mess with him.

Bad Sansuary day 2: show off (feat. Dust)

I am using a little OC of mine for this, since I think she really fits the Bad Sanses (ahem she's crazy ahem). We're in a scenario where she's been with the gang for a while now. There is no romanticism in this, I think it'll mainly be her interacting with the gang following the prompts. It's also a weird mix of canon and fanon. I tried my best, but beware of the cringe >_<

Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones

Dust belongs to @ask-dusttale

Ashes belongs to me

Dust stared at the screen of the console with the image of game over for him for a long moment. Then he stared at the laughing mess beside him going by the name of Ashes. Then he looked back at the screen, confused and trying to figure out what just happened as Horror and Killer, who were also playing with him to the game that just ended, stared in awe and surprise at the screen as well wondering the same thing. In all of this, Ashes's screen was the only one showing the victory screen. And the little showoff was laughing her soul out at their misery

It all started with a relatively innocent series of events. Killer had challenged Dust to a round of Mario Kart 8 deluxe with a bet, Dust took it, and they spent some time playing when Horror joined as well. They had been playing for a few rounds before Ashes decided to let her presence be known... In her usual way

"Watcha doin?"

She had suddenly popped up from nowhere and jumpscared Horror by sneaking up on him while he was focused and asking him that directly to his ear. His natural reaction had been to pin her on the ground and spawn a few bones, but he got a hold of himself before butchering her head and let her go. Of course Ashes found it hilarious, but after her fit of giggles Killer explained what they were doing.

"Ohhhhh, nice. Imma join"

She sat down next to Dust, who scooted over a little, and grabbed a controller.

They spent a while choosing which of the battle modes they would play, eventually settling for Renegade roundup because Ashes was weirdly insistent on playing it for some reason. They put her in team with Horror and they called dibs to be Authorities. Dust was a little annoyed by that because despite the name, being an Authority was pretty cool, but he supposed it didn't matter since they'd swap later. Then the round started.

Immediately after, they found out she was better at the game than they predicted. She captured the other Renegades swiftly with a little help from Horror, the bots falling like flies in front of her ruthlessness, before setting off to finding and capturing Killer and Dust. She played with them like the cat and a couple of canaries, letting them go before capturing them again with a sadism Dust had seen her show only in battle. She let Killer free, but she never let him free Dust or the other Renegades and captured him only when there were only a few seconds left, leaving them staring at the screen bitterly. Then the next round came, the roles swapped, everyone got ready.

And they discovered the true reason why Ashes wanted to play this mode so much.

Throughout the entirety of the round, nor Killer or Dust managed to capture her a single time. She sprinted away right before they were going to catch her, pulling moves so incredible they didn't know how she pulled them off, teasing them by sprinting right in front of them and evading capture. Her and Horror won that round, and the round after, and all the other rounds, Ashes showing off incredible tricks just to mock them.

So at one point, they decided that she'd be playing against everyone else in the final round. They planned everything, building up an ambush, trying to guide her there and get her. They had her trapped, there were a few seconds left, Killer sprinted to get at her-

She used the feather she had in her inventory. And she jumped over him.

The game ended.

And now Dust was wondering where the heck did she learn how to play like that, but most of all he was fuming. It was clear she was just being a showoff for the entire duration of the game.

When he turned to confront her about it, she was gone

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