A set of drabbled that i couldn't seem to continue or had no clue. i'll post more as i fidn them in a files or write them .lol.Now can also be found on Ao3 under my name
Sans by Toby Fox, Goth by nekophy, Geno/error/fresh by loverofpiggies, Fell Sans as himself, Underswap!Sans by Popcornp1nce, Dream and Nighmare by jokublog, Cross!Sans and Cross!Chara by jakei95 , Palette: angexci, Reaper: renrink Ink by comyet
Drabble #3: Selfish
Geno knew he was not a good person, he was too tainted, too hateful… too twisted, He lived a dark empty place alone except for the rare ties Reaper could come and Goth came to visit.
The save screen was not a place for a child.
His poor child could not grow up, never would.. forever to see everyone but his family age and finally dust.
Geno knew he would be destroyed if Goth died.
He also knew it was his fault his child was frozen as a child.
But he was selfish.
Goth wasn't allowed to age or die.
His Papyrus was long gone from resets, he wouldn't survive his child.
Drabble #4: The truth of Nightmare
Nightmare hadn't always been evil, grumpy yes.. not flat out evil.
He wondered what Dream would do if he knew the truth.
That he was just a puppet by another being, that wanted all to suffer and that Nightmare had been trapped inside his own body and brain long fore the puppeted body took the apples.
H never had a chance to grow up, still a child when his body invaded.
Dream would never know and he liked it that way, because one day the choice of destroying this body to stop it would come along and Dream couldn't know or he would pause and try to save him.
Nightmare, just wanted to sleep, and he couldn't sleep till he was dead.
Drabble #5: Soul
Gaining a soul almost dusted Ink, he hadn't been prepared or expecting it.
He'd come across a timeline unraveling itself, in ways even he couldn't help. The local Sans had been easy to find, along and grieving as his existence faded.
No one wanted to die alone, or be forgotten.
Ink still didn't know how that Sans had realized he had no soul.
Or how the transfer hadn't destroyed the soul.
He hadn't even had a chance to thank the Sans, as the act dusted him and the world ended.
"Thank you," he whispered to the place a lost timeline had been.
Mind you, learning to understand emotions instead of emotions brought by his paints was much different.
He was also still a jerk apparently.
Meh.. he'd live, at least now he'd actually enjoy it.