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Bad Sansuary day 7: blanket (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 >_<

Every character belongs to its respective owner

Ashes belongs to me

Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones

The mission had taken its toll on everyone, and Dust could see it. Even the Boss was a little exhausted, having fought against Dream in a mainly positive AU. They weren't supposed to fight the Star Sanses there, the original mission was to kill a King Papyrus in a Neutral Ending AU to ensure anarchy and increase the negativity in the AU and then go away, but Core Frisk saw them this time and warned the Stars, and Ink caught them off guard as he had found a way to teleport them all into a positive AU where the gang would be at disadvantage. They held their own, managing to somehow not get seriously injured until Nightmare opened a portal and they all fled.

They were all tired, to the point of almost collapsing where they stood, and Nightmare let them go immediately after they got back for once. It was clear he was very tired as well even if he didn't show it, and Dust couldn't really complain about it. While the Boss mostly left them alone, it wasn't wise to stick around him when he was in a bad mood, and after a mission ended up like this he was always in a bad mood. They all kept silent as he went to his office and shut the door, and they could all feel some of the tension release. They headed to their respective rooms in silence, but suddenly Dust felt a wave of dizziness hit him as he felt himself fall with a thud to the floor.

He felt someone coming at his side and helping him up, but he was too out of it to care. He felt himself being brought somewhere and then he was laid down on a soft surface, probably the couch in the living room. He was kinda cold, but he couldn't find the energy to search and get anything to warm for himself. Exhaustion from too much magic usage was nasty.

Some discussion started up, the voices confused and blurred, but eventually they left and he was left alone to try and regain some consciousness. He groaned as things slowly got a little less blurry, but a headache slowly started to build up, and he shut his eyes as he also heard faint whispers. He ignored everything and focused on trying to get a grip on himself instead, somehow slowly managing.

"Soooooo, Dusty, how's it hanging for you buddy?"

His eyes opened again, focusing on a blue figure beside him. Ashes.

She was toying with a knife, twirling it between her fingers, balancing it by the tip on her palm and moving it near her cheek or left eye at random times. Her usual smirk was backed up by a curious look, and she poked at his hand as if trying to figure out what he was doing. He tried to move away from her, but the tiredness pervading his body didn't let him move much.

She smiled as she stopped playing with the knife, instead pointing it at him and making a gesture taking in his whole body.

"Y'know, you really worried the behemoth back there. The big giant probably saw countless monsters fall to their knees like you did only to dust on the spot because of the starvation, back in his AU. He thought you were gonna go down like that too, would you believe it? He's cooking up a feast for you right there in the kitchen. Boy you have no idea how worried he is!"

She raised her hands to the sky, letting out a giggle as she said those words and observed them take effect into the mind of the dust skeleton. Before Dust could say anything, she continued.

"And as for Oil leak... Well, despite not being able to feel worry, he actually got you something, would you believe it? Almost makes one sentimental..."

She stared off into the void, lost in whatever thoughts her contorted mind produced, losing concentration for a moment before snapping back to reality and smiling at him. He shivered.

"I stole it from him the moment he turned his back, but don't tell him, aye? Would ruin the fun. After all, seeing him search for something all around the castle would be quite entertaining."

He narrowed his inexistent eyebrows at her, but before he could talk she kept talking, on a full rambling streak

"Of course, I'm not just here to taunt your bed ridden and fatigue pervaded body. Nah, I'm here to offer you a deal."

She took out a pillow and a blanket from seemingly out of nowhere, waving them in front of him just out of his reach.

"Now, I know that couch isn't exactly the most comfortable place to rest in the castle, and I also know that you tend to get cold when you used too much magic. So, like the good teammate I am, I brought here these things that I totally did not steal from Killer"

She leaned forward, tilting her head and staring him directly in his eyes.

"I'll give you these two little gifts if in exchange you will pass me the things you can't eat from the feast the big guy is preparing you. I doubt you will be able to eat all of that anyway, I'm starving and we don't waste food. Looks like a win-win to me right?~"

Dust stared at her, weighting the request she made. On one hand, it looked innocent enough, but on the other hand nothing was straightforward with Ashes. He stared at her, eyes boring into her soul to find her intentions, but she remained unreadable.

"Aw c'mon, Dusty, I'll even get some bottles of alcohol from the Boss's stash to sweeten up the deal mhm?~"

He spoke up.

"Won't you get caught?"

She laughed at that, looking at him like he was the crazy one.

"Silly, who said I cared?~"

She stared, smile widening a little.

"So, do we have a deal?~"

Dust hesitated, then he shrugged and grabbed the pillow, putting it under his head. Why not. After all he doubted she could do anything drastic with what she asked. Her smile widened at that, and she chuckled.

"Very well~"

She grabbed the blanket and laid it on Dust, covering him completely and even making sure it wouldn't slide. Eventually, she stepped back and patted Dust patronizingly on the head, giggling a little.

"Sleep tightly, Dusty~"

With that, Dust felt the tiredness come back ten times stronger, and as he slowly slipped into the darkness Ashes's smile was the last thing he saw.

I just thought about something.

EXP in Undertale is something used to quantify the amount of pain you inflicted to others.

LV is something used to quantify how much you can hurt someone, your capacity of hurting increases every time you hurt because the more you hurt, the more you distance yourself, the more easily it is for you to hurt again.

This is the basic, right? Along with the fact you will hurt more if someone doesn't expect you to hurt them and therefore you will gain more EXP. This is shown with betrayal kills, and it's a popular thing in the fandom to say that you can gain EXP without killing by hurting emotionally. Example, Glitchtale. Another common thing to assume is that you can also increase your LV without actually hurting anyone, like in Undertale Yellow Genocide Route (Axis battle).

But is it possible for you to lower your LV without lowering your EXP? You can't change the fact you hurt them, you can't change the past, but if you somehow unlearn all the things you learned on hurting them, if you get close to them again, if you open yourself, would your LV lower? But most important of all, wouldn't it be as cool as heck? It's like a statement that you did mistakes, yes, but you are willing to amend them. In spite of those who say they can't change. Yes, you can. Stop saying you can't. This headcanon is going to make it into my story, it's just so cool.

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

Guys

Hear me out

"No Longer You", but Tiresias is the Creator and Odysseus is the Character, and the Creator is explaining to the Character how a "happy ending" will never happen for them because of the storyline the Creator made for them

Third post on the AU I'm pretty sure nobody noticed, but still exists anyway.

In this one I'd like to talk about FC (this ISN'T their canon name), and specifically code-related stuff about them. As I specified twice previously, they got their code destroyed, so what happened to all the code-needing stuff then? The answer is quite simple.

They're gone.

HP? Gone. EXP? Gone. LOVE? Gone. ATK, DEF, GOLD? Completely, absolutely gone. If you killed them (and to kill them means you have to find some way to make their spirit no more bound to this world and their determination) you wouldn't obtain anything. If you try to pull them into a Fight it won't work. They can physically harm you, but no damage will occur to your HP. They can only be harmed physically, and magic will work on them only if it can do just that (a bone sent at slow speed at them will only bonk them instead of dropping their inexistent HP). If they want to kill, they have to do it at a physical level. If they killed, it would happen what happens when you kill someone in the real world, no EXP or LOVE included.

I developed this mechanic based on a set of dialogue strings Toriel says in the Ruins.

If you go through the Ruins and get hurt in a fight but heal yourself (with a SAVE file or food) Toriel will still notice you're hurt physically, and she says she will try to heal you. If you go through the Ruins and you don't get hit, Toriel will comment how impressive it is that you managed to do so. This led me to conclude physical injuries exist in Undertale and they can be caused by magic as well and magic does not damage only your soul. That gave me the start jump of developing FC's ways of getting hurt.

By the way, in this AU the SAVE ability and the Reset button are an exclusive of the Player, since 1. They technically were the most determined being in the world, or at least were until this little incident (their superiority in determination is what allowed them to control FC in the first place) 2. Even if FC wanted to use them, these abilities can only be used by beings with a CODE, so they automatically go to the Player anyway 3. They are what ties the Player to this world, and if they exist the Player will always find a way back. However they can't use it since to physically press the buttons it requires a vessel that is the most determined as well, and since that role now belongs to FC it creates a situation where nobody can use the buttons.

That's pretty much all I wanted to say. As per usual, thank you for reading this post and coming to the end, feel free to leave a question in the ask box if you have doubts, if you like this AU consider subscribing to see when other posts come out and check out the real story on Quotev. Adieu, mon cheries!

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Bad Sansuary day 1: Differences (feat. Dust)

First time doing this, I hope it'll be fun.

I was planning on using a little OC of mine for this, since I think she really fits the Bad Sanses (ahem she's crazy ahem) so yeah, hope you'll like it. 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 >_<

Note: I rush-finished this story while up in the middle of the night and sleep deprived. Hope you still like it

Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones

Dust Sans belongs to @ask-dusttale

Ashes belongs to me

Edit: reposted this because internet was acting up and erased it so I had to rewrite it T_T

It was a quiet day in Nightmare's castle today. A peaceful day. The halls were silent, Phantom hadn't popped up so far, Killer was nowhere near Dust so he couldn't pester him, and there were no missions they had to do. It was one of those days where you would be more than happy to just lay down on your bed, or in Dust's case the couch, and stare at the ceiling as time slowly drifted away and you sank deeper and deeper into your thoughts and into apathy until everything became meaningless-

Sounds of glass breaking and quiet giggles came from the kitchen.

... That was if Ashes didn't get in the way of the peace.

Dust groaned as he sat up from the couch in the living room and slowly dragged himself over to the kitchen, leaning on the door frame and observing the situation. The kitchen was the same as always, with an oven, a fridge, a stove, some counters and the shelves with the glasses and the plates over it all. The only difference was Ashes and the impressively big pile of glass shards at her feet. Also, the majority of the glasses weren't in their place, giving Dust a pretty clear idea of what happened. Ashes stared at the pile at her feet and erupted in a fit of giggles, her wide smile and crazed eyes rivaling his own when he was in battle or having a breakdown. He just stared back as she locked eyes with him, then grabbed a handful of shards and threw them in the air, making small clinking sounds when they hit the ground again. Dust was pretty sure Ashes cut her hand in the process, but didn't comment on it as she sauntered over to him like what she did was completely normal. She did a big bow almost like she was mocking him with it, then spoke in a teasing and cheerful tone.

"Why hello there my fellow team member with dead spirits following him around! I hope you had a good nap there on the couch~”

Dust ignored that as he looked at the glass shards on the floor.

"You're gonna get in trouble with the Boss”

Ashes put a finger on her chin as she tapped on it in a fake contemplating motion.

"Eh, I'll get out of the punishment alive! ... Or maybe not, who knows, who cares, certainly not me!”

She turned her back on him and then bent backwards, staring at him all the meanwhile.

"After all, death is just a social construct and life is just an illusion!”

Dust didn't even blink at that. He was used to her shenanigans by now. He also was used to her random fits of chaos causing, whether that be through breaking stuff or pranking, her eccentric personality and her nonchalance about death in general. Because sure, it wasn't like everyone here had a particular fear of death, but she straight up laughed in front of it. She took hit after hit and somehow, always seemed to come out alive.

Ashes smiled as she booped him in the nose completely at random. Dust retreated a little from her at that, a little annoyed she just booped him for no reason.

"Why did you do that?”

She shrugged.

“It's fun! C'mon, mood killer, don't be like all those people who can only see their own point of views. Be fun, be strange, be different! Normal is so overrated don't you think?”

She kept smiling that unsettling smile as she got past him and out of the kitchen.

“Well, I'm gonna see how many birds I can kill and then string up to the ceiling. See you~”

She left the kitchen with a small laugh, leaving Dust there alone.

He stared at the jagged pieces of glass as they reflected back a broken version of him a thousand times, thinking about what Ashes said. Most of the time, she said mainly nonsense to confuse him and the others, but this time he actually started reflecting on something he never really stopped to think about before. Ashes really was something different from everything he had ever seen.

She was a peculiarity even among them, the most famous gang who caused evil in the Multiverse. In a Multiverse full of versions of yourself, you could hardly be considered different from others. Ashes could manage that effortlessly. Dust was pretty sure there weren't many versions of her or one of her species for whatever reason, her monster race alone setting her apart from the rest. She wasn't a skeleton. Her true form, a dragon, was often replaced by a more comfortable shape of semi-human looking disguise. Even if they were all more or less crazy here, Ashes took it to another completely different level, one that even Killer and, Dust suspected, Nightmare couldn't fully understand. She reminded Dust of himself or one of the others during a breakdown, but on a constant scale and ten times worse. She didn't seem to care about anything (the Boss, the missions, the other members of the gang) aside from one single crucial thing: chaos. It was like she fed on it like Nightmare fed on negativity, and Dust doubted anyone knew how or why she could. Ever since she willingly came up to Nightmare and asked to join, something that never happened before, she got more and more of a mystery for the inhabitants of the castle. And let's not get started on her power to consume souls to get stronger.

She was different from them all in everything, from physical to mental. Nobody knew why. And Dust found himself uncomfortable as he discovered he didn't know if it was either for good or bad.

I wanna be a dragon too :3

Wait.

The button is still here so maybe...

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...

. . . .

Eheh.

Eheheheh.

EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH.

Oh, I'm back.

*insert stayed gone reference*