#grasey

A lil something a certain artist acquaintance made

Happy belated Halloween! Here's the boys dressed as Iris and Lillium from CTC (@/velinxi).

     “Hey! What the hell!” Gradient unraveled himself from Casey and began to smack at the human’s arm, earning a series of smacks from Casey himself.

     “Dumbass.” The two of them smacked each other up and buried themselves into each other’s armpits for no particular reason whatsoever. “You’re gonna lose, mate.”

     “No!”

     “Yeah, pretty sure.” Casey pushed Gradient up against the wall, knocking down that one portrait of Error and Ink no one knew the origins of.

     “Hey, hey, hey!” 

     “Come on…”

     Gradient pushed Casey away and gave one smack to his freckled cheek. “Get your squishy ass hands off my hoodie. Christ.” Somehow, the guy had gotten more freckled over the past years, and much to Casey’s adoration, Gradient began to stare at him more with those uneven eyes of his. But he would never actually admit to Grady that he liked him staring at him with his goofy grin all the time.

     “You’re one for staring.”

     “Huh?” Casey snapped out of his daze, realizing he had been staring at the wall randomly. “Whatever. Uh.” Casey put his hands in the pockets of his black suit and tapped his foot. “Uh, did you get all the stuff? Did Ink get the cake and all the wedding shit…”

     “Huh, oh, yeah.” Gradient nodded, thinking about his strange artist father and his… rash. On second thought, maybe he shouldn’t have had Ink handle picking up the cake, and escorting the guests… and literally having everything to do with touching everything. Gradient turned to the side and dragged his hands down his face. “Shit, the rash.” 

     “Rash?” Casey stepped in front of Gradient and stared at him dead in the eye with his bulging brown eyes. “What the hell are you talking about Gray? What rash?” Just then Casey remembered what he had witnessed in the bathroom, spying on an unknowing Ink in the stall while he screamed and scratched at the rash. How could he forget? Casey bit his finger, deep in thought.

     “Gah!” Gradient pulled his color up to his chin, his eyes darting in every direction as he threw his hands in the air. He took a deep breath. “My dad has a rash and I had him cater everything and pick up everything and it itches a lot and he won’t leave it alone and now everyone’s gonna get a rash. But. In my defense, I thought it was better and he wasn’t contagious anymore!” Gradient’s eyes slowly moved up, eventually meeting Casey’s utterly still expression. Casey pressed his lips together and stared at the skeleton. 

      Casey sighed loudly. “You what?” 

     “H-hey I’m sorry! Christ I’m sorry!”

     “Gradient! What the hell!” Casey slapped a palm to his face and groaned. “You let him touch everything with that nasty rash, c’mon, Gray!”

     “Wait… you know about the rash?” Gradient’s eyes perked up and he adjusted his large glasses.

     “Uh.”

     “Casey?”

     “Listen, mate,” Casey’s voice became hushed. “I saw him in the bathroom. I saw the rash. That’s it. Ok? No more talking about it.” 

     “Um, ok. A-are you mad?”

     “I’m pissed.”

     “I didn’t know the rash was that bad!”

     “H-hey, Gray, it’s fine, alright, you didn’t know, calm down. We just gotta tell everyone not to touch the stuff, ok?” Casey pulled Gradient into his warm embrace, picking the small skeleton up a bit so that his legs dangled off the ground.

     “It’s my fault… I’m stupid,” Gradient mumbled.

     “Gray, no more insulting yourself. Alright? It’s your dad’s fault for being so disgusting, y’know? Now shut up idiot.” Casey picked Gradient up further into his arms, as if he was a cat, and smacked his cheek playfully.     

*drops off Grasey and runs away*

OMG?????? INK???????????? WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?????????? I DIDNT KNOW SKELETONS CAN GET RASHES OH NOOOOOO THE WEDDING IS GOING TO BE RUINED. I CANT SLEEP OR BREATHE UNTIL I KNOW THAT THEY'RE GONNA BE OK

“Dream!” Ink huffed and puffed and pumped his arms as he spotted the yellow guardian talking to a few guests near the dining tables. “Dream! Oh stars! Dream, hey!”

The guardian of positivity politely waved his hands off to some acquaintances, or fans, that Ink did not know, turning away from the conversation to face the frantic artist. Scorn dashed the guardian’s face, his eyes all squinty and his chest deflating with the buildup of an obvious sigh. He crossed his arms. “Ink I really don’t have time for this, just get it all out.”

     With Dream’s attention, Ink’s cheeks flushed rainbow and his eye sockets looked up at him at a bashful angle. He fidgeted with his scarf. “Well, uh. Uh… remember how I have that thingy, you know… gosh. Uh. I need my rash cream!” Ink blurted, meeting Dream’s sockets,which by now had reduced to mere lines, letting out the slightest bit of his golden eye lights.

     “Ink. How long have you known about this! I thought it had gone away…”

     A pause. An embarrassed giggle from the infected artist. “Uh well, it came back?”

     Dream groaned and dragged his white-gloved hand down his face, holding it there below his chin for a quick moment. “You know, you’re lucky I expected some of this indecency from you.”

     Ink peered up from his bashful expression. “Huh? Dream come on…”

     “You’re lucky, because I’ve packed the cream.” Dream, impatient, fished around in the pocket of his turtleneck button up and held the small tube of used ointment, gingerly sandwiching it between his thumb and index finger as to avoid the artist’s diseased touch. Speaking of the artist, he wasted no time in snatching the tube and stuffing it into his deep pant pocket, eying Dream the entire time while trying and failing to keep a composed face. His eye sockets flickered for a few seconds as he stood still, touching a phalange to his cheek.

     “Ah! Uh. Thanks Dream.” Ink’s hands flew to his head, knocking off the beret he’d purposely tilted prior to arriving at the ceremony, and dashed away without another word. Dream knew that Ink was acting strange, even when assessed on an Ink scale. He had bigger things to deal with than the father of the groom.

     Dream’s eyes scanned the table placement, making sure that the white table cloths were all laid out perfectly, perfectly in line with the crystal vases topping of the arrangement. He drifted like an angelic ghost between each table and the chatty guests, glossing his phalanges across the fine fabric, tasting it, even, to make sure absolutely nothing had touched it. Not even air. For the air had to be pure too. For that, the guardian inhaled deeply and puffed out his chest. Satisfaction. Apart from one thing. One contaminant.

     That man. That hideous man Dream despised with his soul yet gained plentiful satisfaction from, when feasting on the poor parenting Ink had placed onto his sons.

     All air ceased inside the guardian of positivity as he caught sight of the tall, raggedy looking thing creeping along the walls with that unreadable, miserable face. He honestly couldn’t tell if he was confused or angry or bored… but Dream had a purpose, and his legs moved fast.

     Before the human could dash out of the reception hall, Dream grasped the wet sleeve draping over his victim’s hand. Sweetly, “Hey… can we talk?”

     The human gave a gruff huff before looking down at the short skeleton, his brown eyes enlarging as the innocent yet firm expression of Dream Sans penetrated his soul. The human (Dream had forgotten the guy’s name due to sheer disinterest), looked around as if he were searching for someone else for support. Well, it wasn’t exactly normal to be stopped by Dream, who had estranged himself from Gradient ever since Casey and Gradient officially announced they were dating while on a trip to McDonald’s with him and Ink. “Uh, sure, i guess.” For a lack of better words, this was all Casey got. 

     And before he knew it, Casey was sitting directly in front of Dream on a wooden stool inside of a janitor’s closet, watching Dream’s slender fingers tap on the side of a dirtied wheeled trash can. The dimmed lights definitely didn’t add to the “good chat” ambiance, but only made the skeleton’s eye lights gleam like some psychotic birthday clown.

     “Uh. Hi i guess.” Casey had enough and eventually broke the silence, lazily lifting his hand up as to make at least the slightest suggestion of a friendly gesture. That, honestly, didn’t go too well. Dream’s mouth only pressed thinner and his eyes squinted harder, the yellow sockets moving as he scanned every inch of Casey’s body. The disheveled hair framing his half adult-half child face, the splatter of freckles spotting his nose, his lazy yet bulging eyes, the way he kept picking at his fingernails…

     Disgusting, truly disgusting. A low squeak escaped from the guardian’s throat, his fingers clenching the nearby mop. “So… Cain right?”

     The human perked up, his eyeballs looking at Dream from above his clenched fist. Confusion. “Eh? Oh, it’s Ca-”

     “So Cain… why do you want to-”

     “It’s uh-”

     “Why do you want to ma-”

     “Uh… well, i-it’s-”

     “What? Hmm?” The guardian’s eyes looked like they were going to ooze out of their sockets. It was quite concerning, actually.

     “Uh. My name, uh, it’s Casey.”

     Dream stared at Casey for a hot second as if he was an alien inside of a Walmart, his sockets faintly twitching. “That’s irrelevant! I don’t care what your freaking name! Ahem. Let me speak!” Casey hadn’t said a word since Dream started to get all hot and bothered, but whatever. He trembled just a bit in his white mini platforms. “What I’m trying to ask is, WHY do you want to marry Gradient, hmm?”

     Casey’s face flushed a brilliant red, well, because it was weird to have Dream, someone he’d  hardly seen let alone talk to, force him into a janitor’s closet, stare at him like a piece of hairy cheese, then ask him why he wants to marry the guy he’s been dating for like six years of something. Casey had no clue whatsoever about Dream’s narcissistic motive, though. He just thought the guy had too much to drink.

     “Erm. Cause, uh, he’s cool and cute bruv, i guess.” That was probably the stupidest and most embarrassing thing Casey could say, but his mind was in a pickle, and had to act fast. “Uh.” This Dream guy didn’t make a peep in regard to Casey’s reply. But his rigid form and squinted eyes really spoke volumes about the sheer disappointment brewing inside him.

     “Great… uh huh. So where do you work? You got a job?”

     Oh. That question. Casey fumbled with his fingers again, jiggling his one leg nervously. Whenever someone asked him that, he always just played around it like it was some sort of classified secret or something, He usually just said he worked for the FBI but considering this was Dream the guardian positivity, who worked in the higher ups of some important council, he supposed the truth would be exposed anyway. “Uh. I’m a manager at McDonald’s, mate.”

     “Really…” Dream crossed his legs and placed his head in his hands. “So is that, you, know, a starter job.”

     Starter job… no, it wasn’t. Casey intended to work at McDonalds forever. He never told anyone why, even Gradient. For Gradient was the reason why he wanted to serve McFlurries and pump pink slime for eternity. It was embarrassing, really. But every time he served a burger and piled up nuggies, he thought of Gradient. How the blushing Gradient had hidden a ring inside a McNugget and proposed to Casey one day. Plus he could get Grady free stuff and play in the jungle gym slides during the after hours…

     “Huh?” Casey realized that he hadn’t actually said anything, he was just daydreaming and staring at Dream with a vacant expression. “Oh, uh, that’s my permanent job.”

     A smug smirk crossed Dream’s face, a small chuckle bubbling in his chest. Dream really was getting what he wanted. The more he found out what a loser Casey was, the more his parenting was reaffirmed. He thought to himself… he responsibly raised Palette into a reputable and respectable individual, elevating his image as the responsible parent and esteemed guardian. He himself was successful as he was, for god’s sake, he was the guardian of positivity, casually mingling with other esteemed multiversal individuals. All this was just another ticket to defame Ink and the mess he’s managed to inject into multiple generations. Obviously, obviously his poor act had led Gradient to have downright fowl taste in people. Right? Yeah.

     Dream smirked. “So, Casey, about you and Gradient…”

To be continued...

*more grasey food i suppose heheh*

PART…. PART SOMETHING!!!! I LOVE THIS GRASEY WEDDING SERIES OK TIME FOR MY COMMENTARY

- DREAM WHY ARE YOU SUCH A BITCH. ALSO HOW DOES INK HAVE A RASH HE HAS NO SKIN

- oh I hate this guy this dream is so much worse than canon tcoti dream he’s a BITETCH!!!!!!

- DREAM WHY DO YOU HATE CASEY SO MUCH. ITS NOT HIS FAULT HES WEIRD AND GROSS HE WAS BORN LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!! DONT BE MEAN TO HIM!!!!

- Casey working full time at a McDonald’s is genuinely so funny to me. Gradient would absolutely propose through a chicken nugget. Casey would like getting free shit for Gradient. Only problem is how would casey fit in the kids area. He’s lanky but he’s like six foot three. He has DEFINITELY gotten stuck up there.

- Dream die

Gradient

   “Gradient stop squirming.”

     “I’m not!”

     “Gee Grady, did you gain weight?”

     “N-no?”

     “Come on Grady, I just want you to look good on your big day! I am the artist, you know.”

     Ink grabbed hold of Gradient’s pant leg, trying to hike it up until it draped over Gray’s foot.”

     Gradient grumbled. “Well the artist picked up the wrong pant size from the boutique.”

     Ink then began to fiddle with Gradient’s long draping, green and black overshirt. “Well, well, well that’s what was in the bag when I picked it up!”

     Gradient sighed. “Whatever, just, try to keep yourself together for just one day. Don’t bother other guests. Don’t start doing interpretive dance when the music starts in the hall. And please, for the love of god, don’t start explaining skeleton anatomy to anyone, especially not my fiance.”

      Ink looked Gradient up and down, getting to his feet. “Huh? I don’t do that!” He tapped a finger against his cheek. His eye sockets shifted between a few rounds of various shapes. “Ugh. What is your special guy’s name anyway? Uh. Caine, Carrie, Raphael, something along those lines right?”

     Frustrated glitches began to spritz off of Gradient’s body as he dragged his hands down his cheeks. “See? This is exactly what I mean! Casey! His name is Casey! Here!” Gradient found a rotting bandaid on the floor of the wedding hall’s bathroom. Ink mindlessly handed him a pen, an excited expression gripping his face. He was probably just excited by the thought that Gradient was going to draw something. Gradient pasted the bandaid on the wall and etched out- “C-A-S-E-Y” on the portion that wasn’t bloody, and handed it to Ink, whose eyes rapidly scanned over the name.

     “Ah. Casey. I remember now. Thanks Gray.” Ink patted Gradient on the head, ending with an affirming smack, and just stood utterly still, a goofy smile stretching across his face.

     Gradient pulled up the decorative hood that was attached to his shirt portion. He didn’t realize that his hands were shaking and that beads of sweat began to streak down his forehead. The hood’s cool darkness made him feel a bit better though, as it always had in the past. Like a little dome where he could escape the grip of reality. And Ink. And PJ’s crayon-eating sessions.

     “Aww.” Ink clasped his own hands together and striked an adoring pose. “You look so skrunkly wunkly, my little Grady. Hahahaha.” Ink abruptly swept Gradient into a smothering embrace, lifting him above the ground with surprising force considering the artist was significantly smaller than him. He could feel Ink’s hip bones jam into his side. It hurt almost as bad as that one time Casey chucked him down a full flight of stairs, resulting in a shattered rib bone and two rolls of cheap adhesive bandages.

     “Uhhhhgg.” Gradient managed to wheeze. Finally, after an eternity and a half, Ink set Gradient down, yet continued to stare at him with a dopey smile. An awkward silence existed between the two until Ink lifted a finger into the air.

     “Oh! I almost forgor, uh, forgot. Dream wanted you to have this. He thought it would add a ‘splendid accent’.” The artist dug inside of his pant leg, retrieving a silver circlet that sort of broke off and overlapped delicately near the center. Like that thing that Dream unconditionally wore as if it was a part of his body.

     Gradient stared at it, the bathroom’s LED lights bouncing off of the reflective silver surface. It was typical of Dream to assert his opinions and authority wherever he pleased to put it. He was equally bad, if not worse, than Ink in terms of invasive qualities. But Gradient had a whole separate list of worries regarding the small yellow guardian. He was mostly afraid that he would judge Casey for being a human, which would spiral back to arguments about Ink being a bad parent, which would result in a disaster to say the least. Those two were highly corrosive with each other, anyone could tell if they just glanced a bit whenever they talked or spoke or were at all in each other’s presence.

     “Here!” Ink took the circlet from Gray’s hands and reached up on his toes, trying to squeeze the piece of metal onto his head.

     “Ow! Stop that!”

     “Hold on it’ll fit, almost got it!” Ink stuck out his tongue and tried different angles, but the thing wouldn’t slip. It seemed as if Dream had used his own proportions to measure the decorative piece. Someone who was probably at least a foot shorter than him.

     Ink eventually gave up and twisted the metal around his arm. Gradient stared at him, concocting a way to make him leave the bathroom because, quite frankly, he had had enough Ink to last another hour, and needed peace. 

😏 got more

ANON IM ON YHE EDGE OF MY SEAT IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS IM FOAMING AT THE TEETH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Gray having a hood as part of his outfit is SO HIM and I love Dream’s gift to him (sized to Dream’s own head LOL) and Ink LITERALLY NOT REMEMBERING CASEY’S NAME but he’s so happy for gray anyways omg they are SOOOOO SO CUTE

     Just then Gradient heard a noise echoing from some far off hallway. He knew that careless, janky yell anywhere! “Casey?” Gradient dashed down the hallway, ignoring the biting sores that the pants aggravated with each step. His large tunic dress thing swooshed as Gradient pumped his arms, his fists hidden inside the drooping sleeves. Gradient gained speed. That is, until he found himself flying horizontally with the floor, nose diving into the carpet. 

      “Gahhh… Casey?” Gradient pressed himself up to his feet and spun in a dizzy circle. “Casey?” Gradient called again. But the human was nowhere to be seen. Gradient felt something drip down his cheek. He lifted a finger, swiped it, and tasted it. Blood! “Oh no…” Great, he would be greeting the entire wedding hall… and Casey, with a bloody nose. And his hips BURNED. Miserable, Gradient continued full force down the hall, coming to a fork in the hallway.

     “Gradient?”

     “Casey?” Gradient hollered, trying to find out where his voice was coming from. But who could tell? Gradient took off wildly to the left, just in time to see Casey’s arm disappear behind the corner near the end of the new hallway.

     “Casey wait!” Casey disappeared.

     “Gray!”

     Gradient rounded another corner. But no Casey. “Casey! Just scream!”

     “Scream?”

     “Yeah, like bloody murder, so I can find you!”

     “Huh?”

     “SCREAM!”

     “OK!”

     A scratchy, pre pubescent scream ripped through the carpeted walls. This was Gradiet’s chance. He knew that Casey wouldn’t be able to sustain the scream for long. He barrelled full speed down the hallway, left, right, right. (Imagine this in slow mo.)

     He rounded a final corner, finding Casey with his back turned and head lifted to the sky, screeching in strange intervals that sort of resemble Gradient’s own speech patterns.

      Gradient got an adrenaline rush at the sight of this gorgeous creature and sprinted towards Casey, who turned around and spread his arms wide open. “Casey!” Gradient launched himself into Casey’s arms, while Casey afterward lifted him into the air, twirling him about.

     “Hehe. Whee…”

     “Gray, you idiot, where were you?” Casey asked, setting Gradient down. Gradient clung tightly to Casey and buried into his chest. It was quite an odd image, as Gray was at least a foot shorter than his human fiance. Casey wrapped his arms around Gradient, trapping him within a sense of warm comfort. “I’ve been looking for you forever. I couldn’t stand another minute of your m- uh, Ink.” Casey leaned down and kissed Gradient’s forehead, making the skeleton blush like madness. He looked up at Casey with lopsided eyes and a dopey smile stretching across his face.

where’s the grasey wedding, huh? 🤔

ANON IM PICKING U UP AND SPINNING YOU AROUND THIS IS SOOOO SO SO SO CUTE 😭😭😭

CASEY PUTTING HIS SCREAMING TALENT TO USE!! And omg the kiss on the head. Just kill me atp I can’t do this anymore /pos LOL