The Entity

I lobe them, cute, patpat, best boulder doggo, the entity <3 So amazing.

…I may have made the Entity a stone golem dog thing

An AU where Ink, still just Sans, has dreams about different worlds. Ones full of colors, of smiling friends, a warm looking grass, navy skies, and white, far away dots atop dark purples. Sans learns from a skeleton with yellow eyelights, discovers a lively human(a human!! He excitedly tells Papy ALL about that one), sees oceans of paint and collesiums of monsters. Its... so much. Everytime he awakens, white eyelights glance out into the emptiness, moving at a snails pace to take in the nothing.Inside these dreams, there's tons of Toriel's, galleries of books to come across, and rainbows to see(theres more of Papy too, but they're... different. Or maybe he and Papy are different. Why are they different?)! So when theres nothing besides a few streaks of graphite, he snuggles back into his scarf, squeezing his eyes shut and ignoring he itch developing underneath his eyesockets.

Oftentimes, multiple new names appear. "Ink," is most commonly spoken. Sans lost how many times it was said long ago. Same goes with "Error," or "Doodlesphere." After that came phrases see; undertale, dream, creators. One interesting phrase was "Alternate Universe," thats one after it being spoken hundreds of times- or its shorter version, "AU"- Papy never stops hearing Sans repeat that one!

Sadly for Sans a lot of these dreams eventually slip his mind. With nothing to record any of these dreams/experiences he was having the old ones felt near nonexistent. But he tries his best to recall them all, telling all the friends he has now about these marvelous adventures! Papy is always a wonderful listener, everyone here is truthfully (none are as good as Blue, or the Gasters, or even the humans) an great listener, so they will hear about his dreams! He'll repeat one dream until he begins to forget it, and Papy has to pat him on the head and guide him back to the scarf-pillow.

At least, thats all it is until one day where Papy was weird. Papy was there when Sans fell asleep, then wasn't there when he awakened. Papy never did that. Papy always stayed to listen, putting a replica of a smile on his face for Sans. So leaving behind the musical whistles full of color, Sans starts looking for his brother. Unlike these dreams, this place is empty and definitely a miniscule sized in comparsion. So, he finds Papy standing over a rain-puddle(tears) in a nice amount of time. A reassuring one. His brother hadn't gone far!

With a gasp and smile, Sans bolts towards Papy, "this is where you went!"

With their usual stutter, Papy turns, head barely reaching the others direction by the time Sans is at his side. "What did ya get up to this time, brother?"

Papy's blink lasts seconds and Sans smiles wider, watching his dragging movement. It was like being under super duper deep and dark water(this he experienced in a dream, it was definitely similar to Papy's movement). His brother's hand curls, one finger crackling itself apart, stumbling to separate from the fist and aim towards the white ground.

There, on the ground, reflecting nonexistent light, was something grayish and... yellowish. Similar to a humans skin. Frosted around the edges, the entire blob sat unevenly in itself, and Sans couldn't see the white through it.

Those were definitely not tears.

It was familiar. Like an old childhood home. Something Sans experienced only behind closed eyes while hugging a paint brush and sticking a tongue out. Something that came in tarnished reds, drained blues, and serene greens. The thing that stained paper, the liquid that faded into the earths layers, sinking into rocks, creating the soil and letting someone breath in life.

Papy breathed, hand shaking as his mouth creaks like an old door, "pa__t?"

Sans hadn't gotten to make many decisions in his short life. There wasn't much to make decisions on. Going left or right would always lead him right back to Snowdin, he could talk to anyone anytime, there was no story, no plot, no costs or losts in any choice(a completely blank slate). Making impactful decisions was reserved for his dreams. The tense ones, who to fight, which au to protect, which bad guy to stop.

Stepping into the puddle and falling into an ocean of rainbows was the easiest decision Sans had ever made.

Not me imagining a world now where Nightmare dies over and over and over. If it were to ever occur in an universe, how would it affect Nightmare? How might it affect the balance as a whole?

Would the corruption slowly vanish, eventually revealing Pass!Nightmare beneath it all? Like- give Passive some ability to think a little more and take control if hes still there? Then if thats the case, it brings the question of can Passive's form even survive without the corruption? But then begs the question if Passive is even there at all.

Or maybe Passive is the first soul, the first apple Dream kills when his arrow goes through Nightmare's apple(and what if the remains of Passive was important to NM's entire existence in some way. What if its needed to keep his form together? Do his powers change and he has to relearn them all over(like maybe the way he absorbs negativity and inflicts others with it? Maybe its more slow, laggy, like its a reluctant child. Can he be labeled a guardian in a Check without an part of Passive being there? Where does that leave NM? )

What if with every death Nightmare is now slowly falling apart, struggling more to keep himself together. Every day slogging atop his paths, form constantly getting stuck between the tiles, one hand fused together more similar to the tentacles on his back. In the absent room where his papers are allocated, no one would find him with a mouth(unnecessary to put power into when hes alone, unless there's a lovely drink left next to his books). With every life lost, Nightmare's body is falling apart, becoming more similar to the amalgamations from the lab than an skeleton.

Now how does DREAM react to this? Was the first death accidental? Or purposeful. He wanted to make the universe better, or he was just exhausted. Will he be less careful with his shots knowing NM can die as much as a human? Or will he pull his arrows totry and not kill NM? And saying he goes through with trying to take down NM, goes on the aggressive, and isn't afraid to strike at the soul of his corrupted brother. Would he feel good about seeing Nightmare fall apart or would he cry himself to sleep(he definitely cries himself to sleep)?

You could go even further- what side effects occur within the multiverse? NM would probably get more aggressive, but with ever apple killed, theres technically less negativity. Theres emotions that could be changed so Dream could more easily spread positivity. If NM is weaker with ever apple taken, then it would slowly get easier to fight him(NM's still like a cockroach about dying though). One could say theres a chance the universe could be balanced again, just at the exchange of making his once-brother suffer(I headcannon that making the multiverse perfectly balanced between positivity and negativity is nigh impossible with so many of the positivity apples being gone. I like to think its possible, but fr poor Dream will never get to sleep even if monsters want to be good and lean towards positivity naturally).

And AAAA isn't that such a interesting moral dilemma? Dream dissociating from it. Refusing to call NM by his name, and keeps blaming NM's behavior on the corruption. Imagine he makes a(or another) grave for the memory of his lost brother so he can move on and help make the world a better place. Maybe they'd reach a truce call before NM dies(I don't think NM would let himself get close. The truce is to buy time I'd bet, and Dream knows it too. But its nice to not have to fight everyday, it gives Dream more time to scrub down all his weapons with bleach and longer rests on a couch). Just dealing with it day by day, at some point not counting how many tally marks are beneath the banner on his wall, just marking down another everytime he comes home with blood on his hands(because he'd be a fool to not at least keep track. He can't bring himself to ask Blue or Core to do that, then Ink would just forget).

Then how much of themselves would be lost in the process?! They're already traumatized to the stars and back, this adds another layer to it all. Could this be something they can heal from or might it only end in tragedy if Dream decision falls upon landing a bullseye in an apple for the next decade of his life? This is NOT going to end well for them ever lmao

Dream ate 1 golden apple that became his soul, Nightmare ate 999 black apples, now he has 999 souls

Yes, Nightmare has 999 lives like a spiteful angry lil cat

Me screaming about it on discord vhvjvjuv

The Entity blahblahAAA

What the Grian what the grian what the grain what the grain-

Grian: The boulder- the Entity, it kinda took over. It spoke to me, it said “I don’t want to be a house.” It speaks to you- YEAH THIS THING IS SENTIENT ( I.E me hearing a comment and taking it way out of context into lore. ) Grian mentioned that, after the creation of his starter house, he aims for the vibe of sort of studying the boulder- The Entity <3.

It’s all a faux. Grian actually is The Entity, or connected in some way, and he’s building the starter base to hide this fact from the other hermits. They can’t know where, why, and how it exists. You aren’t supposed to question The Entity after all.

Grian found the heart of The Entity in the hermitisspi It was before a majority of the hermits had arrived in s9. He had taken the heart and hid it in his inventory, it called and spoke to him. When Grian set up shop, it just had the chance of the heart attaching onto stone block and Grian now is doing his best to make the boulder look pretty.

The water circle around the heart is there to hold its heart in place. But it also provides life to the outside area. So despite the area being covered in stone, some hermits where highly confused on the first day when flowers and half grown trees got left in Grian’s wake after getting shoved into the river.

Mumbo got to hold the heart once, only once because Grian was fumbling around and now he is very, very concerned. The heartbeat was nothing like Grian had described it to be calming, majestic, the newest song around! It was just weird and disgusting, nothing even close to the “siren song,” Grian described. So maybe he was alright with Grian setting up a place to study The Entity, and maybe he might be taking copies of those notes whenever he asks to read about them.

head hunt

InktoberTale Day 1: Ink Warm-Up!

Adjusting to anything is changing. Say, a new family member, or a shift in a lifestyle. Sometimes it is a peaceful walk through the park, other times you have to step into the volcano with a smile. The universe discovered though that change is needed. People need to adapt, grow, and shift. And for you?

The milky white void stings your eyes as little giggles chime in the air. Cringing, you raise your hands and gasp as the void twirls, putting on an elegant dance with browns, yellows, and pinks splashed into the whites. Legs failing, the rollercoaster finally arrives at its destination, and you gasp for a breath.

Straight ahead, two big, upside-down shapes stare past your soul. Above the black holes and shapes, you see the other gasp, “look! A friend has decided to join us!”

Tilting your head, you stare down the monster- a skeleton. Narrowing your eyes, you watch the others smile grow. Bird calls sing through the air. You focus on the black birth mark atop their cheek. That's the face from the dreams. 

Ink waves with a paper in hand, “hello, very curious creator! Welcome to the doodle sphere!” Both arms raise up, Ink performing a jazz hand and slowly going down, like a sun vanishing into the earth.

Following the skeletal hands you see more off-white backgrounds, piles of paper, then a mountain of said paper, which with a little cleared out path led straight to landfills of it. Eyes returning to Ink, behind him there's a floating human. Their shirt blue and purple, striped, with shut eyes and dark brown hair.

The skeleton spins away, leaving the flickering creator visible, more see through, more there. They squeak, legs kicking out and arms making a swim motion, reaching Ink's physical form and slipping back behind the skeleton. Shifting blue loading eye lights turn and stare into the void.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Another creator has only come to say hello!" They call out, but the other creator does not show. Although, there's a distant bird call. Ink moves his head towards the call, and their eye lights change to squares with a shining grin. "I think that is an incredible idea!" The skeleton broadcasts with glee, it reminds you of a ringleader, someone at the center of everything.

One moment later the bird churr-churr comes back, pounding a little like a drumbeat, a grumble and pop and it grows and booms- and your fellow creator pokes their head back into vision of you with a little frown.

Ink taps his chin, still looking to the dumped papers opposite of you, "It's a wonderous idea! I'm sure your fellow creator would love to hear your story!"

Hear another's story? That's never happened here before.

You can hear Ink's sly smile in the air as he turns to look at you, "It's rare for creators to appear in another creator's world without an introduction!" He explains while facing you with one sun shaped eyelight, "this creator," his free hand waves to the hidden human-ghost-esk creator, "would like to share their story with you."

There is a glint in the other's eyes as they bend down to where Ink's ears would be a low looming whistle. The chimes ring as Ink lets out a full laugh, summoning a pencil to his fingertips and writing on the paper. "That's a great addition!"

You don’t know yet how this particular change is going to affect you. Does anyone even know when it begins how much you can change by the end? Does the change ever really stop? The fellow creator shuffles, slowly lifting their head to look at you.

Smiling, you nod to them. Who wouldn't want to read a new story?

Both of the other's glow like fireflies, Ink cheering and the creator getting a miniature smile. After a moment, the paper levitates from Ink's hands, "this is their story," he starts walking towards you, "they've asked me to share that it is not complete yet and constructive criticism is appreciated! They'd like to improve, and the best way to do that is through each other!" Ink pauses, "and practice too of course!"

Floating down, you hold out your hands, taking in the dusty and new flowery smell of the paper. Glancing up, a gigantic smile to your fellow creator, who lets a chirp echo throughout the universe and slips back behind Ink.

The skeleton sits down criss-cross-apple-sauce- he snorts. Glancing away just for a second and eyelights returning as bright colors. Leaning forward with a bit of a mischievous grin, "Are you ready to dive into this story?" His eyes turn behind him, "and for you to be sharing your own story?" It's light and warm and full of pride.

It was as if someone had turned on a flashlight with how wide their smile became and with their entire form floating up.

You grasp the edges of the paper, clear your throat, and begin with the first sentence, "once upon a time-"

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The Inktobertale/Inktale challenge originates from the mix of Inktale and October.

The challenge consists of drawing a prompt with Ink!Sans either every day during the month of October, or during the highlighted days for a

Ink!Sans belongs to Comyet!

MATE mate mate. Scott, discovering the soulmate feature is terrified. He and Jimmy where soulmates, sealed with one red flower and dreams. Could this end the same? Heartbreak, dragging his soulmates dead body into a grave, sobbing with dirtied hands and an anvil hanging over their chest. Who would want to experience that again? Scott sure wouldn’t. Everyone around is jumping for joy, wincing at the punches to arms but cheering because the one ahead of them held their own, hissing and looking up. A glaze of realization then wide smiles and cheering sounds. Standing side by side with pride and towards each other. Looking around the caves and newly formed world with newfound confidence. ( Jimmy had done that. In a cave, handed a pretty poppy over. It was a joke really. Didn’t stop him from kneeling over Jimmy’s grave and hiding his tears, a red and yellow watching from a distance. ) Going on, throughout the world and spectating, his arms rub each other, pressing down against the inflamed warmth of his soulmates pain. ( Its not Jimmy- Its not Jimmy- Its not Jimmy- ) It felt similar. Back then, 3rd lives, the first version, watching the fire race up his arms and the yellow take him. The weight sitting upon his chest, the dry mouth and itchy eyes. Then the deep breaths, feel pounding against the wooden floor to the backup armor. A communicator creating lines in his hands. ( It wasn’t real- Jimmy wasn’t the first gone! ) No one would want that. He’d never want to feel that again. And yet- they all did. Every single one. Stumbling through the forest, clutching tightly to an apple, the zombie next to him speaks, “what if we just- formed our own alliance?” Cleo spoke, walking up next to him, “they’re off doing their own things! We’ve been looking everywhere for them and spoke to everybody!”

Cleo doesn’t. Cleo doesn’t want her soulmate. Scott doesn’t want his soulmate. ( They shouldn’t be causing us pain. “How uncaring,” Cleo had uttered. ) Scott smiles, “sounds like fun!”

pearl, martyn, cleo, and scott are gonna be the fucking death of me by the way. like i just already know this. cleo and scott choose to be soulmates and break up with pearl and martyn. martyn and cleo fight each other, despite the fact that hitting each other with axes hurts each other. pearl, left alone, is just like “oh no i have been abandoned :(“. soulmates of choice… soulmates who want to be but their partner doesn’t want to be… a divorce has ALREADY HAPPENED… cleo and scott’s houses with the bridge between them… i am not normally a sucker for soulmate tropes but when i am this shit is literally all the stuff i fall for i am going to go SO INSANE over them

Rambling about bright colors and how they could work with watchers

Firstly, my friend just sent me artwork of Watcher!Grian and I was aghast with many happy emotions. One thing that struck me is that they included parrot wings with the watcher design, this lead my mind to many places and I just need to ramble it out. I’m not the most artistic person. I’m no good at drawing, at the moment at least, and I can’t begin to recount the details of color theory, setting up a scene, how a piece all comes together in artwork so I don’t know how feasible my idea is. The concept that struck me: The bright colors of a parrots wings. You ever seen those animations with flashing colors, or pieces of artwork with splashes of color to convey something? Usually, from my limited understanding, its trying to convey disorientation. ( See: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wS3q-MGK7Og ) Flashing lights can help convey feelings of  discombobulation, a daze, and confusion. Now see an art piece that’s a take on watchers with bright colors, or an animation that goes fully into this blowing up, splattering colors across the canvas with being.

It’s just a cool artistic touch too! A additional thing could be colors are seen when an watcher is seeing, otherwise its a black and white palette. Look back to what bright, flashing colors can see, and how it gets overwhelming, and that’s a way to show how watching can get overwhelming, and to show that feeling to the viewer! Then to fade back to the calmness that is black and white. Or just an art piece in general with watcher!Grian and aspects of these colors. Showcasing the overwhelming confusion. Or maybe its how others might see the watchers!

It’s a lot different than traditional eldritch horror or biblically accurate angels. If I recall correctly, they use a lot more black and white to help convey those, like an explosion! Then impact frames and all that jazz. But just a piece filled with different colors, highlighting disorientation, then the purple eyes just piercing through that and still seeing despite all the colors and everything they are seeing.

The wings being different colors, the screen dripping blood that’s a different color, a glitch effect, Or just one set of bright, nearly eye bleeding wings that glitch into existence, maybe the colors of the bright colors normally associated with glitching- then you can add a black void or something as the such!

This probably already exists, but rambling about art ideas gets the itch out of my wrist. Thank you if you’ve read, as a little ending treat, imagine Grian only being able to see in black and white and being shocked when others point out he has parrot wings. Then learning to grow and accept that, then one day seeing them and seeing they aren’t near as mind numbingly bright. They’re more calm, down to earth, cooler colors. Or something like that- I’m just rambling a concept! It works better as a artistic metaphor than a writing one!

( A few more visual examples, CW for bright lights on all of these. I just spent a bit searching for some but I can’t find many other examples. But its basically those works where the central character is a bright color https://youtu.be/bTdnMcYSXeU Warrior Cats animation, more on the black and white and flashing lights.

https://twitter.com/ember_png/status/1355278976869138441 Artistic work of c!Karl from DSMP https://youtu.be/fQ3DTDbV6lo?t=38 Another Warrior cats animatic, this skips you to the more colorful/bright part. https://youtu.be/SRd7qrTzbJY?t=90 DSMP animatic, skips straight to the part that adds to what I’m mentioning, although watch the entire thing its cool. )

After two years I think it's finally time to use my drawing tablet again, because my ipad literally tried to delete everything I drew for this

PSPPSPS ITS THE SILLIES

Do read the tags but PSPSPSP GO READ THE SILLIES AND PASS NIGHTMARE AND THE GUYS IN ANGST TOWN! THIS IS SO WONDERFUL TO READ AND THE MUSICAL ADDITIONS ARE TOP TEIR!!!

@noitkot1 pspspspsps new chapter alert

CHAPTER FOUR IS OUT!!! Ive been forgetting to post about it here I think but yes!!! Go be free and enjoy the sillies!!!

and by sillies i mean;

It's Just A Lucid Nightmare (7388 words) by I8Chocolatecake Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game), Undertale Multiverse - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Nightmare Sans, horror sans, Killer Sans - Character, Dust Sans, Cross sans, Dream Sans, passive nightmare sans Additional Tags: its me, im back, in my Undertale phase, sorry mha readers, CW, for, canon-typical abuse, (Dreamtale), Torture, why are the sanses in the additional tags but not in the character tags where they should be, i think thats all but if i missed something please let me know in the comments !!, unreality, Kidnapping, Psychological Torture, Psychological Horror, dreaming (in a way), Punishment, Fear, Walking on Eggshells, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Mental Breakdown, (s), potentially, Illnesses, Magical Illness, undertale magic headcanons, You Have Been Warned Summary: Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is wrong, Something is- Nothing is wrong. Everyone is happy. We are all one big found family, in our nice castle! No one is hurting here. Everyone is happy. No one is dying. No one is sick. No one is leaving. We're happy here. I'm happy.