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Confiding in Death

Minor spoilers for Ch. 26 on. Cross-posted on AO3.

Reaper breathed a sigh of relief as he tasted the sweet scent of flowers floating through the breeze. He hadn't been gone for too long, but he always lost track of time when working. A foolish war and a careless pandemic had claimed thousands, forcing the brothers to work themselves down to the bone. Reaper had wanted nothing more than to escape the wails and pleas of the dead, and he stole away to Life's garden at the first opportunity.

His chipper mood faded when he spotted Life herself, swathed in vines as she mindlessly knelt and tended to a hoard of flowers. Her furrowed brows squished her face, giving her impossible wrinkles that carved worry into her expression.

She glanced up, the sadness elevating as Reaper floated into the clearing. Straightening, she gave a warm smile and clasped her hands together tightly. They shared a quiet acknowledgement in their gazes.

Life waited until Reaper was closer, whispering, "It is Sans."

Reaper perked up, tipping his skull sideways. Their honored guest had an unpredictable schedule, his visits ranging from weeks to years apart. His last absence had veered to the longer end, and Reaper wasn't aware when Sans had returned. Although, with the way the trees wilted slightly around them, this visit did not appear to be off to a great start.

"did something happen?" Reaper asked, hovering closer and casting his sockets across the clearing, looking for Sans's familiar blue jacket.

"He is not here," Life muttered helplessly. "And I do not know. I found him not that long ago wandering around listlessly. I tried to approach him, but he did not open to me." She shot Reaper a pleading look. "You understand him more than I."

"you don't need to convince me," Reaper reassured, raising a hand as he smiled. "any idea where he is?"

"The last I saw of him, he was heading toward the cliffs," Life explained, inclining her head over her shoulder. "I have never seen him this distraught," she sighed, lowering her gaze. "I worry."

"i'll find him," Reaper vowed, drifting off only once Life nodded her assent.

It did not take long for him to find the wayward skeleton. Life's prediction had been spot on, and Reaper found Sans sat a few feet from the cliff's edge, fog obscuring the jagged rocks below. He wrapped his arms around his knees, and his skull tilted so that he could stare into the abyss below.

Reaper tapped a nearby rock with the staff of one of his scythes, announcing his presence. Sans's shoulders jerked, his skull snapping toward Reaper, who waved. Relaxing, Sans turned his face back to the cliff with a slight nod of acknowledgement.

There was no quirky quip or silly greeting- no tired grin or listless smile. Something was very wrong.

Reaper floated to Sans's side, twisting around his hunched form to examine his numbed expression. Sans's empty sockets stared forward, and other than the initial greeting, Sans remained still. He looked as lifeless as the God of Death himself, minus the cloak.

Reaper stared for a few seconds, unsure how to broach the subject- he had never been good at comforting mortals. "toriel is worried about you," he settled on, Life's true name spilling out in his uncertainty.

Sans's sockets twitched.

"we're not the best at conversation," Reaper continued, "but i'd say we're better listeners than most. if not me, i'm sure tori would be happy to listen. if you want to talk about anything."

Sans breathed heavily, tipping his skull sharply to the space beside him. Taking the cue, Reaper plopped in the space, keeping two feet between them. Glancing down, Reaper watched the grass around his hands and feet corrode away.

A few minutes passed, giving the grass plenty of time to disintegrate, when Sans's voice rang hollowly, "the pups left."

"they were able to escape?" Reaper repeated, confused. "isn't that a good thing?"

Sans nodded solemnly. "yes."

Reaper narrowed his sockets, mouth tipping into a frown as he struggled. "you... don't know if you'll see them again, right?"

Sans somehow sagged further into himself, his eyelights popping back into existence. "i probably won't," he admitted. "i don't even know if their universe can still exist with them gone."

Reaper mulled it over, trying to pull an inner-Alphys and ultimately coming up blank.

"it is a good thing," Sans continued, his voice cracking. "a hell of a good thing. they've suffered too much already, and letting them continue to live a half-existence was cruel by any measure-" He cut himself off, perhaps realizing he was only trying to convince himself, and bowed his skull. "this is better."

Reaper leaned back, spreading his phalanges in the dirt. "you did what you could."

"yeah," Sans hummed, smiling softly. "they can take care of themselves." Sans glanced at Reaper's frown and defensively puffed up. "they're brash, yeah, but they're careful. plus, they've got heck of a punch."

"so you say," Reaper snorted, grinning teasingly.

Sans stretched his legs out, copying Reaper's lounging position. "i wasn't lying, you know. they really can level a whole forest in a single breath."

"and i believe you. but from your stories, i doubt they'll be able to stay out of trouble," Reaper pointed out, shrugging.

"you're ignoring that they'll be able to get themselves out of trouble, too."

"you have a lot of faith in them."

"'course i do," Sans huffed, his eyelights brightening as he cockily grinned. "i've seen what they're capable of."

"you've got a lot of years ahead of you, too. who knows? maybe you'll run into them again someday," Reaper suggested, poking a clump of weeds and watching them wither.

"hm, maybe. or maybe they'll run into me," Sans joked.

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Old-ish short pmv i did?? no ships are canon in this AU!! i just did this for fun and because i love making fan content of my own AU 🥰🥰

Who is bony, Sprout?

Him.

Hiii I just finished all my projects!! Now I'm working on a personal project of mine!

Here are the Ink, Classic and Error of the multiverse!

They aren't entirely finalized but your get the idea!

goob just here to eat

DW: Scorched Winter - Chapter 2 (pgs. 1-3)

first - prev - next

They're divided in half to make it easier to read :)

also

I'M FREE FROM MY HIATUS!!! :DDDD

More Operation Ichor characters retakes‼️

I really made Starry so magical..... What the fuck

Old ref

Bonus; glasses-less Antique

Operation ichor by @slumbrr-r

Nooo my stupid headcanons!!!!!!!!!!

Click at bottom left for info :3

I had a theory that since silent salt was no longer the cookie of solidarity,they were prone to attack or betray others if it means it will silence them.

So basically in my theory silent salt helped the witches in sealing both them and the other beasts,this is because being sealed and imprisoned in a tree is in way a form of silence,so when they eventually get sealed,shadow milk had alot of words to say to them.

Reverse post redemp. Silent Salt with WL lmao

WL finally let out the old guys

Salt is very proud

Also bonus:

How Rev MF blinks lol

A faint reflection that he, himself, probably never noticed.

I had a vision

PureLily but make it fucked up and evil and not straight/j (unless Silent Salt is revealed to be a girl)

happy late valentines day :)

something for Christmas with the beasts before the corruption

HONEY WHAT YOU WAITING FORR WELCOME TO MY CANDY STOREEE

im glad ur doing well again :)

anyways heres my headcanon:

if anything romantic goes on between survivors in a Jason round, Jason will suddenly teleport to them and attempt to kill them (sort of based on the movies idk)

-👁️ anon

He's having none of it.

small moment of peace

c00lkid, john doe, azure, jason and 1x1x1x1 depicted as survivors at the cabin sharing a moment of peace ... john doe looks different in this drawing compared to the post I made about him earlier because this is an older drawing :,]

when I get the time to sit down and actually design stuff again, I'll post more definitive designs for jason and 1x1x1x1 for this au !! I really enjoy this concept of swapping roles for the survivors and killers in forsaken ^-^

A little inspo was taken from that one Goretober with Peppermint losing their arm. Plus, with Moon Rabbit and they being escorted by Kumiho to safety.

eek!

boxten art dump

skin concept (if he had this i would legit main boxten forever)

Mentions of death/su1c/de, Boxten focused au "

•~ piece of the world chapter 1 ~•Tw: mentions of death/ichor as blood

Pitch black, it was everything, the world consumed to the deepest of colors and without a light in sight, quiet faint footsteps broke through the endless darkness, blue stripes walk through the floor, tainted in despair.

"Guys...? THIS ISN'T FUNNY GUYS!"

Boxten looks down at his feet, covered in ichor and waste, everyone inside the elevator with him dead, walls tainted with pain and blood....

his hands shake the corpses, filling him with the rotten smell of ichor, he wants to cry to throw up....

And then he hears it... Those footsteps coming for him, and the room breaks into color that is not comforting but disgusting and mocking...

"boxten..." The poor boy was shaken to his core, he couldn't turn around he couldn't speak.

"I did this for you..." Something conveys him to look at it although he doesn't know what it is... His eyes met rainbow petals amongst all that darkness... He knows he's crying but he's too scared or confused to even move...

It gets closer, and closer, and Boxten wants to yell. To ask for help... But..

"BOXTEN WAKE UPPPPPP!!!!!!!"

the music box sits up on his bed. Startled from his nightmare and Poppy yelling straight into his ear.

"Poppy you need to stop doing that...."

He complains weakly, sliding off to the side of his bed.

"not my fault you always do this. You've been doing it for weeks now." She points a finger at him, Boxten feels lost, for weeks?

"doing what? Sleeping?" He retorts confused.

"don't play fool with me! You've been screaming every night. and you forget everyday.... Are you hiding something from me?!"

"I'm not hiding anything." Although he's trying to stay calm the missing key is making him panic a little. What happened to him. Where did his key go... Nobody can wind him up if he passes out now...

Poppy just stares at him, she looks more worried than annoyed...

"let's just go have breakfast!" She rushes off without another word, and Boxten follows behind her, the table is empty because he woke up too late. Everyone is already doing runs or playing through gardenview.

"sprout left some pancakes for you. Eat them up quick! You gotta go talk to Goob! I have runs to do!"

She gives him his breakfast, and Goob raises an eyebrow, "Goob? Why Goob?" Is Poppy playing a prank on him...? He's never been too close to Goob.

"don't be a fool Boxten. I have to go. Be nice around Goob ok?" He feels even more confused now, she's acting like he behaved badly....

Before he can object or ask anymore questions she's already gone probably going towards an elevator.

He has no choice, he's very hungry and is not like there's anyone around to ask so he sits down at the empty table to eat alone. He can't stop thinking about his nightmare, the darkness the ichor. The dead bodies.... And then they flower...

Dandy... Perhaps asking him was his way to get answers. With a new purpose in mind he eats and washes his dish, making his way out of the dining room to the main hallway of gardenview.

He saw dandy on his usual spot. The shop.

Most toons had left by now so dandy was seemingly bored, Poppy had told him to go to Goob but he needed answers.

"hmmm.... Huh? Oh Boxten! You're finally awake sleepyhead!" Dandy put his best smile and fixing his posture.

"hey Dandy... I uh.. am not here to buy anything today... I want to talk actually..."

"talk? With me? How... Unexpected but not unwelcomed!" Dandy opened a door next to him. "Come inside."

Boxten had never been inside dandy's shop before, so he goes around through the art and crafts room and enters the store. The place is small, and kind of cluttered but that wasn't his main focus.

He sat on a stool facing dandy. The toon was nothing short of fancy, colorful, looking expensive bow around his neck and petals film of colorful patterns that had him kind of hypnotized...

"so Boxten? What is it that you want to talk about?"

Boxten blinked out of his trance. "Uh yeah. Yeah... Uhm.. I had a weird dream last night uh... It was about twisted I had never seen before..."

"That so." Dandy's eyebrows raised, crossing his legs like getting ready for a storytime, Boxten clears his throat.

"I don't hum. Remember most of it but I saw a Flower just like you. I didn't know you had a twisted too..." Boxten looks expectantly at Dandy, the toon still smiling.

"so you saw him huh. How do you feel about it? Are you scared? Worried?"

"I'm... Confused... It said something about hurting the others for me...? I- I don't know..." Boxten fidgeted with his kerchief.

"what if it's true. None of us understand the twisted real intentions. Try to... Look at it from a different perspective boxye boy. You might be surprised."

Boxten frowns a little but doesn't talk back to dandy. He's not used to talking back either way.

"well dear boxy I have things to do and places to be. But feel free to stay here in my shop. Don't be giving discounts though. Ok?" Boxten is taken back. Why did Dandy leave him in charge. Out of nowhere?!

"w-wait!! Wait a minute! What???"

"you heard me loud and clear the first time. I know you aren't the best on runs but that doesn't mean you can't be a good worker. Right?" Dandy smiles, it kind of puts him at ease. He sits at the chair where Dandy usually sits waving goodbye as the flower leaves.

Nothing much happens because everyone Is doing runs. So he's bored and sleepy. He's been feeling like this for days, and he decides to put his head down hoping Dandy doesn't inconveniently comes back.....

When he opens his eyes everything around him is surrounded by complete darkness, is cold but In a comforting way now. And this time he can move, he steps out of the elevator not looking back at the corpses of his friends, it stings somewhere inside him but his feet move on its own. And he finds such a beast again, red irises staring into his nervous eyes, the big paws sound loud as it approaches.

"aren't you a curious little thing...." Boxten swallows down the bitter saliva in his mouth, he doesn't know what to say... "You have returned to me.... How unexpected..."

"I... Why are you in my dreams..?" This... Dandy? Just laughs, surroundings Boxten with its large arms. Trapping him in a circle, like a hunter looking at its prey.

"There's not much to explain... Except that what's coming is not to be taken lightly... And if you act right. You'll be spared." Boxten steps back startled, his back touching the claws surrounding him.

"W-WHAT? HUH?!" He suddenly feels the urge to run away but he's trapped. Absolutely trapped....

"I don't understand. I..."

"let me help you see then." Boxten Felt a sharp pain in his eye, perhaps the most agonizing pain he has ever felt. No twisted biting or dismembering him hurts as much as this pain. His vision fades, his voice gone once again...

He wakes up with a gasp, still at dandy's shop but not at the counter, he's on the floor, on dandy's lap. The toon looked a little worried but nothing too exaggerated.

"huh...?" Boxten groaned, touching his eye... He felt a gauze over his left eye.. "what...? What happened-"

"hey Friendo! Calm down! Don't touch your eye! You slipped while sleeping on your new job! And hurt your eye with some steel under the counter." Dandy lets him sit up, he inspects his surroundings. He is in gardenview that's for sure.

"hey boxy boy I think Goob was looking for you. You should go check out on him! I'll stay here at the shop! And don't worry come back to me tomorrow! you're not fired ok?"

Dandy pushes the other toon out of the shop, well he leaves with more questions than answers. "What is coming...? What's even coming?!"

He weakly walks back towards the bedroom, a few toons are already back from their runs and some stare at Boxten with concern, his bandage eye helping little to conceal the cracks around it.

"Boxten?" He turns around and sees Tisha with a concerned expression, she doesn't waste a second before grabbing his square face to pull him closer and inspect his eye

"t-tisha. What's wrong?"

"what's wrong?! Dear look at your eye! I'm sure Sprout can fix this! Come on! Let's go!" She grabs his arm but he stays in place

"is okay Tisha I don't care. I'll be alright." She turns around. Her expression is angry now.

"I won't let this happen again! You did exactly the same when your winding key went missing!" She argues, Boxten frowns he can't remember what happened to his key... Or what happened afterwards.. his memory is blank since he woke up today...

"Tisha I- I gotta see Goob I'll go to Sprout later. Oka-

"NOT OKAY! I can't trust you to go alone!" She starts tugging at his arm again. Trying to bring him to Sprout. They go back and forth since either of them are very strong and the other toons watch the scene unfolding.

"IF HE DOESN'T WANT TO GO STOP BEGGING HIM TO GO!!! I HATE STUBBORN PEOPLE!!!" Shrimpo suddenly shouts, pointing at Boxten

"I ALSO HATE PEOPLE WHO WORRY ABOUT PEOPLE WHO DON'T WANT HELP?!!" he then looks at Tisha separating them, "usual shrimpo" they both think.

Boxten steps back and Tisha and Shrimpo start arguing, and he makes his way to Goob feeling the stares on him.

He lets out a sigh as he makes it to goob's and scrap's room, entering unannounced and closing the door.

"hey Boxten! You finally made it! I saw you sleeping at dandy's shop but I didn't want to wake you up!"

Boxten focuses on Goob, he was apparently doing a painting before Boxten arrived, the toon cleans his hands on a rag full of dry paint and walks over to him.

"are you okay? I heard Shrimpo screaming. Was it about you?"

"uh. Uh yeah sure. Uhh... What did you need me here for? I uh... Don't remember but Poppy said you wanted to see me. And stuff..."

Goob's googly eyes focus on him for a moment, his eyebrows knit in worry.

"ah yeah! We've talking about your dreams remember? Goob leads Boxten to sit down on a chair, and he sits in front of the music box.

Boxten doesn't quite remember that. Or talking with Goob for that matter but he doesn't ask.

"what happened to your eye by the way? That wasn't there yesterday" Goob points to the bandage on his left eye, already strained with some ichor.

"I... Tripped." Boxten kind of explains. He wasn't so sure of the truth himself.

"let me clean it for you! It's stained already!" The craft stands up and grabs a backpack full of medicine and other supplies, when Goob comes back to take the bandage off his face for the first time in Boxten's like looks... horrified... Goob's sharp teeth grit together in disgust? Worry? Fear?

"what's wrong?"

"where's... Your eye...." Goob is trembling now. He looks around the room as if begging for help.

"my eye..? What about my eye...?" Boxten doesn't understand

"can you.... See me...?" Goob asks, and Boxten looks at him deadpan. "Of course I can."

Goob only swallows, he really wants to figure out where his eye is but Boxten seems completely functional? Even covering his remaining eye let's him see. How...

Goob cleans around the eye socket, cleaning the ichor starting to drip and then applies a new bandage to the empty socket.

"what was that all about..?" Boxten mutters touching the cracks around his eye.. "your eye is gone."

"what?" He can't think of anything else to say... Goob really just said his eye is missing. "W-what do you mean?! My eye should be there!"

"is not..."

They both stare at each other in silence. Before Goob starts putting the supplies away quietly. Is not like he can make a new eye for Boxten. And the music box is thinking about what even happened while he was asleep.. his dream... Couldn't have been true right..? It was just a dream....

It's just a dream....

(1/2) Astro Comic thing...cuz I find them peculiar...I love you Astrooo

Boxten Comic: Lingering Sickness pt2

Part 1 here!

Next part! (W.i.p)

Definitely didn't forget the stripes on Boxten's pants...

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Part 3 in the works now

As always, reblog! It helps my art get spread around

I thought this idea could be really good and I did it! Classic Sans looks really short~

for @xnzlian

-HEH-

“I don’t like the gleam in his eyes, Astro. It feels…” He trailed, his eyes drifting from Astro’s face, a feeling of dread settling in. “…familiar.”

Based on something I started writing on the plane back home from my dad’s house recently. Might post it once it’s done. The title is a snippet from it :]

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