#undertale grimdark

The spider web. 

A Sans and Papyrus watercolor based on a story I am writing.

Inspired by this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewmMGu_FBzo

Toxic Positivity within a Honor killing 𖤓grimdark𖤓

Author by CandySkullz aka me! , editor is @nmsanz

Chapter 1

|| "Reflecting Psychodrama" ||

There was a splash of cold water against dream's face. His eyes drooped, grunting and sighing. Exhausted from fighting the bad sanses and abit woozy from a painful migraine. Trying to clean the blood off with a rag,he brushed it against his face roughly, his skeletal body shivering from the water and the coldness of the bathroom. Dream could feel his body was in pain, heavy and stinging in agony from cuts and bruises. He let out a tired groan, just trying to get to bed, but, lately, the thought of sleeping was dreadful.

He started mumbling to himself, "Fucking hell..." he huffed, looking at his dim, yellow eyelights in the mirror, observing his dark, round eyebags aswell. Leaning his palms against the edge of the counter, he curled up his lips as he began to become lost in thought. Questioning if he should sleep even a bit, or stay up again to avoid nightmares. Dream felt his stomach twist, uncomfortability at such dark night terrors apparent as he picked up the toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste over the bristles. Brushing his teeth, the closest comfort he had gotten was the chirping of crickets and the whooshing water going down the drain. A wave of exhaustion hit him again, drowning out the uncomfortable bullshit feelings. Lower his shoulders, numbly staring at himself in the mirror. He started to inner dialogue.

"UGHHHH-! I hate my brother so fucking much! why did he have to drag the fight out for so long!? ...why can't we commit to a truce!? For once, FOR FUCKING ONCE--" dream clutched the handle of his toothbrush tightly, pausing then before continuing. He tried to compose himself, dismissing the feeling. "...god, I forgot that lack of sleep makes you go crazy. . .should I even sleep? if I do, I just gonna have nightmares of the murder trio killing me brutally again. . . .almost like last time I got kidnapped by them. ." He could still feel the burn inside his mouth and the smell of mint from the toothpaste, his mouth drowning in freshly scented bubbles.

"I know that they're their own people, but those versions of them were crueler then they've ever been....." his lips trembled, trying to hold back tears as dream's eyelids furrowed. "..I'm so tired of fighting the same people, saving the same universe, over the same thing for years......is it selfish for me to say it's getting boring and frustrating? Am I trapped in this loop? The continuous torture of being a guardian? To have a normal life for once..."  dream felt another huge wave of exhaustion hit, much heavier then the last. Once again, his eyes became heavy while holding back a yawn. He felt his shoulders slump, brushing his teeth slower than before, lacking energy. "Mediation....how many times do I have do this shit?"

All he did was blink, which he had assumed, but he was wrong, dream woke up to a different environment than before. Dream's eyelids widened in horror, staring at the people around the dinner table. It was half of the villagers from his own Universe to the left, a multitude of alternate sanses to the right.

They were all dark silhouettes, hard to make out. Their eyes glew eerily, their mouths melted and clumped, a foamy with purple substance dripping out of each and every one of their agape mouths. Dream stared at them, frozen with unbelievable fear and confusion as their silverware clacked against the plates. Peacefully eating their applepie. The room echoed with the sound of clacking and munching; crunching onto the apple pies.

"Wh--why am I....here?.."

At the far end of the table, a silhouette of a bunny like villager with long ears let out a low, sinister chuckle as they smiled widely in a most inhumane way. His hair covered up his eyes, although their silhouettes were dark, the purple substance glowed enough to almost see the outline of their bodies, illuminated with that violet light. The bunny leans in, slamming his elbow onto the table while resting his palms on top one another underneath his chin.

It spoke to him, in a mocking tone "Thanks for the applepie, Dream." Dream's eyes darted down, and flinched in fright at the sight of a trail of blood across the table, golden blood… his own, golden blood… He then noticed a hole in the middle of his chest, his ribs broken. Dream’s shoulders tensed up as he let out a whine. He blinked rapidly, breathing becoming shaky after putting the pieces together on what they had done. Slowly getting overstimulated by the clashing of emotions, sadness and boiled anger started to stir inside of him. His mind slowly began to spin, until he heard a voice from behind him.

"D r e a m. .. "  It spoke in agony..a voice sounding so almost too familiar. Dream's head whipped around to see a horrific sight, his guts started to twist again. Trying not to vomit, he felt squeezy from even seeing that. Dream's body froze in fright, his eyelights darkened, eyes going bloodshot. It was the bad sanses, or what had been left of them.

Almost looking similar to sixbones, they looked as if they we're melted together into nightmare's goop of negativity, or at least he hoped so, as their faces were almost unidentifiable. Their bodies gushed and smooshed together, letting out a disgusting sloshing sound. Expect for killer. His neck was too long. It stretched far, like a giraffe. His jaw unhinged and gaped out onto the floor, his hateful teary eyes mixing with the dark substance, giving a illusion of his teeth becoming long and disgustingly stretched out, which might just be the actual case. 

It leaned close into dream, mumbling and whispering gibberish. Dream had no idea what it was saying, he was stuck somewhere between being absolutely terrified and confused by this…Abysmal thing. Dream's body became hotter as he heavily panted from the heat. Feeling woozy as this thing with hot, boiling, melting limbs, caressed his cheek. But yet, he felt strangely entranced by it. As static and bells rang into his ears, he slowly lost touch of what was happening. But there was something new, a voice. Coming from behind him, slowly breaking down the static. Until–

"DREAM!!!!!!!" Swap cried out, firmly holding his shoulders from behind him. Dream’s eyelights darted around the room as he blinked, he was-- he was back in the bathroom. The familiar sound of water echoed in the bathroom, dream let out a soft sigh of relief. Stuttering his words after...all that. "Ye..yeah, swap?" Swap furrowed his eyes in concern, leaning into dream's face and replying, "Dream, you’ve been brushing your teeth for the past twenty minutes! You fell asleep standing up!”

Dream felt his cheekbones heat up, getting flushed with embarrassment. Noticing how much foam dripped from his mouth, a shy smile curled up onto his lips. "....no, but ..I’m sorry for taking so long."  Swap sighed, deciding to spare him from a lecture, patting his back and rubbing it. He then kisses his cheek before walking away, softly waving at dream. "It's fine, sugar! But don't ya wait too long! Ink and I wanna go to bed with ya!” Dream's anxious smile grew into a cheeky one, his flushed face growing brighter. Lowering his brows, secretly rattled up over that weird shit from earlier. "Sure thing sugarcube! I'll be there in a sec.” he snored and slumped over eachother beside him. He tossed himself over and onto his side, covering himself with the bedsheets. Staring at the moon and stars from his window, It was cold and quiet as the moonlight reflected onto his face. He couldn't stop thinking. He couldn't stop thinking of what happened earlier, it digged it's claws into his skull, nagging him relentlessly. He tsked and groaned, quietly talking to himself. "...what was all that even about?"  He laid on his stomach, wrapping his arms around and underneath the pillow, smothering it. "....why did it upset me so much of villagers eating apple pie then–whatever those things are..."

"Why did it piss me off so much?"

His question goes unheard and unanswered while he looked up at the vast, twinkling night sky. He could rely on the fact that his head was on the edge of imploding on itself from overthinking it. He started to weakly mumble, "....I wish mom was here to help me." He melted onto the blankets, cozy but overwhelmed as tears started to roll down his cheeks, throat clenching and making him choke on air inbetween ugly sobs as he buried his face deep into the pillow. "....fuck."

He did this every night, he sobs every night. He never wished to be such a burden.

A pitiful fucking annoyance.

Dream sat up, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his drawer. And lit one after snatching it out of the container haphazardly with his shaking hands, huffing out smoke after inhaling the heavy nicotine. "......I'll handle it myself. It's gonna be fine." The hypocrisy dripped into his sentence, his tears slowly sparkling into stars.

IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF AT LEAST GETTING A PROJECT STARTED AND ONLY FINISHING LIKE..THE START OF IT LMAO

I GET DISTRACTED AND SHIT-