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These are the designs for Sonderverse Ink and Error as of now.
They're the forces of destruction and creation, and these vessels are a way for them to experience the world that they make up.
The avatars are clumsy, monochrome mimicries of skeleton monsters, and are poorly puppeted. Error moves stiffly and erratically, like some sort of marionette, and Ink's body bends and flows in ways it shouldn't.
Ink belongs to comyet and Error belongs to Crayon Queen
Epic has a sleeping disorder, and Baggs, sympathetic to his plight, offers to help.
uh....warning for mind control, mention of past self harm, middle-aged man yaoi, sort of suggestive?, and mediocre writing lacking a lot of context.
Baggs belongs to Megalommi and Epic belongs to Yugogeer012
“Heya doc,” Epic greeted, opening the door to his bedroom.
“Epic,” Baggs acknowledged, stepping inside and striding over to take the seat Epic had set up by his bed, all business, as usual.
Epic chuckled to himself and shut the door. “Relax, bruh. This is a friendly meetup, not a doctor’s appointment.”
Baggs leveled him a tired look, then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know. I know, it’s just…once I establish the connection, it’s there for good. There’s no going back.”
“Uh, ok. So?” Epic strolled over to stand in front of Baggs, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“So, I’ll always have some power over you. I used to have an entire civilization under my thrall, does that not bother you?”
“I mean, you had a pretty good reason for what you did, bruh. Your people were in a tough spot and you did what you had to to keep them from losing hope. And…you haven’t used your power since then, right?” Epic said, plopping down on the bed.
“No, no, I haven’t had cause to do so, until now that is.” Baggs sagged forwards in his chair, head cradled in his hands. “...I…it’s just…I don’t want to take advantage of a friend.”
“Hey, hey, Baggs, buddy, I asked for your help, you’re not taking advantage of anything, well, unless you eat all my cookies while I’m snoozin’. Don’t do that, that would be totally uncool, bruh.”
Baggs chuckled, and Epic grinned, then took his hand and squeezed it until he met his eyes.
“Look, Baggs, if you’re uncomfortable doing this, I understand, I really do. I’ve put up with my condition for a really, really long time already. I’m used to it, it’s fine, really it is. If you want, we can call Sci and have a bros night instead, get stoned and watch Dr.Stone. But I trust you. You’re my friend, I know you would never use your powers to hurt me, and I trust you.”
“...with your very soul?” Baggs looked away, shifting in his seat and fidgeting with Epic’s fingers. “Becuase, you have to understand, Epic, once you let me in, I can make you do anything, anything, and you won’t be able to stop me.”
“That’s, uh, kinda the point, buddy. And, yeah, like I said, I trust you.”
“Completely?” Baggs asked disbelievingly.
“Well, I'm not gonna show you my search history if that’s what you’re asking.”
Baggs snorted, smiling despite himself, and stood, coming to stand in front of Epic. “Ok, ok. I’ll do it.”
“But, Epic,” He said, dead serious again, “If you want me to stop, say something, do something, anything you can. If I sense you fighting my control, I’ll let go immediately, I promise.”
“Okie-dokie Doc.”
Baggs’ frown deepened. “I’m serious, Epic. This is serious.”
Epic opened his bad eye and replied levelly, holding Bagg’s hands tightly. “I know. And I’ll say it again, Baggs. I trust you. I’m not going to fight you. I…” His voice faltered.
“I’m tired. I’m so tired. And I’m tired of being tired. I’m sure you understand. I need this, please.”
“Yes, yes, I believe I do…” He murmured, pulling the chair up behind him, taking a seat with his hands still clasped in Epic’s.
“But, tell me more about it, your condition.”
“Uh, ok, doc, but…how’s that gonna help me sleep?” Epic asked shakily, letting go of Baggs’ hands to wipe at his eyes.
“Well,” Baggs purred, resting his chin on steepled hands, the uncertainty he’d been plagued with mere moments ago nowhere in sight, “seeing as we’re such good friends, and this is your first time doing something like this, I want to ease you into it. If you have no more to say about your condition, then how about you tell me about that beautiful eye you’ve insisted on hiding.”
Epic shut his eye and looked down, tracing his fingers over his scar, feeling magic rush to his cheeks. He’d heard his eye called a lot of things, but beautiful certainly wasn’t one of them.
“Oh, is it a sensitive subject? It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. We’re here to help you get comfortable, after all.” Baggs hummed.
“No, I mean, yeah. It’s just a lot, and I’ve never told anyone about it before. I want to tell you. I want to get it off my chest, but I don’t know how.” Epic said, fidgeting with the drawstrings on his hoodie.
Baggs reached out and gently pushed Epic’s hood off his head, leaving plenty of time for him to protest, then tilted his chin up so that their eyes met.
Epic’s hands fell limp in his lap as swirling magenta and cyan filled his vision, calming, enveloping, washing over him in warm, pulsing waves, gently embracing his soul, but not quite touching it. He felt a dopey grin slip onto his face as his entire body relaxed and his mind went pleasantly fuzzy, “Heh heh, that feels nice.”
Baggs smiled and cupped Epic’s cheeks with hands as warm and gentle as the magic seeping into his mana lines. “That’s good. You’re doing so good. That’s it, just relax. It must be so tiring to keep all those walls up, dear, why don’t you let them down for me, hm? You’re safe with me, there’s no need to hide yourself away.”
There was a barely noticeable pull to the words, and while Epic distantly caught Baggs’ use of the pet name, his soul twitching and missing a beat, he was more focused on obeying his friend’s request.
Tears built up in his eyes as his composure crumbled, and he reached up to put his hands over Baggs’. “I’m so tired.” He mumbled, words coming out a little slurred.
“There, there. It’s going to be ok,” Baggs soothed, wiping away Epic’s tears with his thumbs. “You can rest soon.”
“Nooooo, it’s scary, and it hurts.” Epic whined. “I don’ wanna see them any more. I don’ want this eye any more. Make it go away…”
“Shh, shh,” Baggs gave up on wiping away Epic’s tears as they began to flow in earnest, but continued to hold him. “That’s it, dear, let it all out. Bottling up your feelings like this must’ve been so lonely, thank you for opening up to me. You’re doing great. Shhh.”
The warm, pulsing feeling intensified as it began to seep into Epic’s very soul, and he gasped, shuddering at the intrusive magic.
“Hey, hey, look at me. How are you feeling?” Baggs asked, nervousness breaking through again. “I need you to tell me if you want me to stop.”
“No, no don’ stop.” Epic said hurriedly, opening eyes he hadn’t noticed had drifted shut. “It feels good, like, uh, a hot tub, one of the nice ones, with bubbles’n stuff.”
“Ok, then. I’m going to take full control now. Are you ready?” Baggs searched Epic’s eyes, swirling magenta and cyan fading away along with the heavy warmth in his soul, leaving silence and emptiness in its wake, allowing him room to think.
“Yes, please.” Epic almost begged, desperate for the peace he’d just been given a taste of.
Baggs let out a long, slow breath, grounding himself, scraping up his composure again and giving Epic his signature, lazy, self-confidant grin. “Well, what friend could say no to that?”
And with a snap of his fingers, the magic returned, rushing in, overwhelming warmth and pressure, flooding through Epic’s mana lines and filling his soul, enveloping his consciousness and pushing it down, drowning out everything, thoughts, sight, sound, until all he felt was a blissful, senseless peace.
“There you go, dear. It’s good, I know. I can see you now. Your thoughts, your feelings, your very core of being, I see all of it. You’re amazing, astounding, but in so much pain. It hurts, and it’s been hurting for so long, but it doesn’t have to any more. I’m here now.” Baggs’ voice echoed through the swirling magic enveloping his soul, gentle and soothing. “Anything you need, I can give to you. Just, tell me. What happened to you? I can’t help you unless I know what’s wrong.”
“It’s my eye.” Epic heard himself say listlessly, feeling his own mind form the words and his own body say them without his prompting. “It was an experiment to make monsters more powerful. I was test subject one. It was a success. I got power. But, there are side-effects. Whenever I’m unconscious, it gives me nightmares. These aren’t normal nightmares, though. It’s exactly like real-life, but the world is wrong, all twisted and weird, and full of these horrible monsters, thousands of them, that all try to kill me. When they hurt me, the pain feels real, and when they kill me, I’m forced to wake up. I tried everything I could think of, hypnotism, meditation, sedation, surgery, mutilation. Nothing works. I’m not even sure this is going to work, but I’m desperate. I need rest.”
Baggs was silent for a moment, and Epic drifted, content.
“I see.” Baggs finally said, voice tight, brushing his fingers over Epic’s scar. “...mutilation… Did…did you do this to yourself?”
“Yes. I removed and destroyed the eye myself. It regenerated, though.”
The magic enveloping Epic’s soul tightened, flooding with comforting intent, and he sighed happily, sinking deeper.
“...listen to me.” Baggs said firmly, placing his hands on Epic’s shoulders and staring into his eyes with burning intensity, all the crushing weight of his magic behind his words. “When I tell you to sleep, you will sleep. You will fall into a sleep so deep, so, very, very deep, that, within the dream, you will be dreaming. Dreaming of peaceful, happy things. The surface, the stars, your friends and family, undisturbed. I am all around you, my magic enveloping you, protecting you from anyone, anything that wants to hurt you, even a part of yourself. And you will not wake from this deep, deep sleep until I tell you to, do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Very good. I’m going to release my hold on you, but the command is there, buried deep inside your soul, ready to be activated. Now…”
Baggs snapped his fingers again, and the heavy magic receded.
Epic blinked, sat up, and flexed his fingers, still a little spaced out. He shivered, suddenly feeling cold, exposed, and oddly alone.
“Epic, I cannot, in good conscience, let you sleep when you obviously haven’t bathed in days. You smell like rancid noodles.” Baggs said bluntly. “Go take a shower, for Angel’s sake.”
“Aw, c’mon, bruh. Can’t I just sleep now?” Epic whined. “A little grease in the ol’ joints never hurt anybody.”
“Absolutely not, you big baby.” Baggs said, pulling Epic to his feet and pushing him towards the bathroom. “Besides, I want to make sure there aren’t going to be any adverse reactions to my magic. Think of it like testing for a food allergy; take a nibble and wait. If nothing bad happens, then you can eat.”
Epic let his body go limp, forcing Baggs to catch his dead weight and effectively stopping their forwards progress. “What are you even gonna do if I start having a bad reaction, bruh? You already said you can’t undo the connection.”
“I’ll call Dream and Nightmare. They’ll certainly know what to do.” Baggs grunted, struggling to hold Epic upright. “Or maybe even Error. His speciality is undoing things, after all.”
“Bruh, that guy gives me the creeps, no way Jose.”
“Epic, I’m going to drop you.”
“Don’t they tell you not to drop babies in medical school?”
Baggs let go of Epic and let him fall to the floor with a loud thud and a muffled ‘ow’. “I never went to medical school.”
“Omagah, I’ve been seeing an unlicensed doctor?!” Epic said in mock-astonishment, not bothering to get off the ground. “Where’s my lawyer, I’m gonna sue.”
Baggs gave him a look, then they both burst out laughing, Epic rolling around on the floor, Baggs hunched over, clutching his sides.
“We don’t even have money here, what would you sue me for?” Baggs wheezed.
“Those are models, not toys!” Baggs huffed indignantly.
“If you say so, bruh.”
There was a moment of silence as they both caught their breath.
“Ok, I’ll take a shower, doc.” Epic said, finally. “But you better let me sleep after, or I’mma have to get all kamehameha on your nonexistent ass.”
Baggs extended a hand to help Epic to his feet, yet again. “Thank you, my friend.”
Epic shrugged and stepped into the bathroom, flicking on the light and shutting the door behind him.
He wasted no time in tearing off his hoodie and climbing up on the counter, inspecting his soul between the gaps in his ribs in the mirror above the sink. He felt a little off, if he was being honest. The feeling that something foreign had invaded his system was still present. It wasn’t painful, really, just weird.
He reached into his ribcage and tentatively poked at his soul, wincing slightly as his hard, cold fingertips came into contact with the exposed organ.
It felt normal, nothing poking back at him from inside it like he’d been halfway expecting.
“Epic?” Baggs called, rapping lightly on the door, causing Epic to jump and fall off the countertop, only landing on his feet due to his nightmare-world-trained reflexes. “You didn’t grab any clean clothes to change into, so I brought you some. I hope that it was a lapse in memory and not a conscious decision to sleep in that filthy hoodie.”
“Oh, yeah, totally-completely, bruh.” Epic replied, opening the door to accept the neatly folded stack of clothes from Baggs. “Thanks.”
“Uh-huh.” Baggs said dully, eyeing Epic’s exposed ribs with a light magenta flush to his cheeks.
Epic opened his mouth to make a joke, then shut it, taking the clothes and closing the door again, face burning with flustered magic.
“Remember to brush your teeth,” Baggs said, voice muffled by the door between them.
Epic chuckled and went to turn on the water. “Ok, doc.”
…
Baggs paced back and forth across the length of Epic’s room, listening to the shower run, trying to calm his nerves.
He could still feel his connection to Epic, a slack leash he could tighten at any moment. It had been so long since he’d had this kind of power in his hands, total control over another being’s soul. He didn’t quite know what to do with himself.
Should he be nudging Epic towards relaxation? Should he hide the magic leash so Epic couldn’t feel it? Should he make it more noticeable so Epic would be able to resist easier? Should he provide a list of basic hygienic practices for his subconscious? Would that be helpful or just invasive?
Baggs could still see his brother’s face in his mind’s eye, from the first time he’d exerted his control over him. It had been necessary, not just for him but for all of monsterkind, but, oh, that look of shock and betrayal, of deep disappointment and fear, it would never leave him.
He never wanted to see anyone look at him like that ever again, including Epic.
Especially Epic.
Baggs let out a long, measured breath and took a seat on the bed, pushing aside those painful memories.
They would have to establish clear boundaries. That was all.
Baggs could respect boundaries, once set, and Epic was a man of his word. They would be ok.
Baggs just had to be patient, and stay calm.
So, he waited, and listened, clearing his mind like he’d practiced so many times, letting time flow by unmeasured.
The shower ran, then turned off. The sink turned on and off, on and off. There was a pause, then the rustling of clothes. And then the door was open, and there was Epic, looking refreshed, but exhausted.
Were Baggs a braver man, he would have commented on how good Epic looked when he took care of himself, sturdy, scarred bones shining in the dim lamplight, but as it was, he merely patted the bed beside him, pulling aside the sheet and allowing Epic to crawl in, tucking them around him and leaning down to whisper in his ear, “sleep.”
…
Epic awoke slowly, to the light of the sun shining on his face and the gentle swooshing sound of pages being turned.
It was a surreal experience, like he was living somebody else's life.
No jolting awake in a cold sweat before the sun was even up. No phantom pains shooting through his body. No lingering exhaustion.
He’d just had a full night of sleep, and had dreamed about stargazing, though the details were quickly slipping away.
How long had it been since he’d last actually slept?
Thirty years, at least.
“You snore.” Baggs stated in an annoyed tone, looking down at him fondly over the book he was reading in bed beside him.
Epic rolled over and closed his eyes again with a muffled, “mphf.”
XGaster is an authoritarian parent who treats his 'kids' like investments at best and pawns/characters in his story at worst. The times he is cruel are only made worse by the times he is kind and the geniune care that sometimes shows through his obsession with his story.
Cross grew up the golden child, always doing what he was told and even going beyond that, trying to earn affirmation, love, whatever, and later became a rebellious adult who was willing to burn herself and everyone around her to get free.
XPapyrus grew up the rebellious child, always questioning eveything and refusing to do or not do anything that didn't make sense to him, and later became a beaten down, obedient adult because he learned the hard way that trying to make things better only made things worse and the best thing to do was to keep his head down and pretend everything was fine.
This headcanon is based on stuff in the Xtale comics but Im too tired to explain right now ghghuhhhhh. Might draw this later if I'm feeling up to it idk
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