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Branching out

eathing them alive rn

Cry

its 12 am i cry coaurse inever made a good decion (i regret every decion i made ) in my life and i dont know waht im doing i want to kill myself becourse i cry and its the birthday of my friend im such an asshole but i cant stop feeling bad im just a horribel person i guss (my friend is awsome happy bday ! ) (to be fair every bithday ends with someone crying in my group) (i should maybe go to therapy again) (i cant go a week without crying why)(hope i dont puke

Meeting the Sun

Hero Generation 6

Palette was so happy to finally start his journey and follow that strange call in his head. It told him how to open portals, which made traveling much easier. He was so excited.

He had overheard the warnings from his granpa “Be careful out there. Don’t step into the wrong AU.”

But the thrill of adventure drowned out the caution in his heart. Every portal he created fascinated him more and more. Every person he met, every sight he saw, was incredible. He absorbed it all like a sponge. With excitement bubbling inside, he opened another portal and stepped through.

The moment his shoe touched the ground, he crumbled. An ice-cold pain shook his bones.

What was that?

So much… too much.

Why did he feel so weak all of a sudden?

Why was he so scared... so terrified?

Why did his bones shake? Why were his eyes crying?

His mind clouded—stormy thoughts fell like raindrops and drowned him. He wanted to leave, but he couldn’t get up. This world was consuming him.

But it wasn’t just his fear.

He wasn’t afraid—was he?

He didn’t know why he would be.

Were those really his feelings?

They had to be… right?

He wanted to be home. Safe with Granpa. Right now. Please.

He needed help.He didn’t think he would ever feel so alone.

He cried for help.But nobody came.*

He couldn’t get up. It was overwhelming—fear, sadness, despair. He screamed, desperate and confused. What was happening? Why was everyone so scared? What was this immense hopelessness—growing like a black hole, swallowing everything... including him?And then that strange spark. Determination? Was that the source of all this fear?

Whoever that was had so much to much in their heart Palette already saw it how this world would die....

He felt like a flame—A candle caught in the middle of a raging storm, about to be snuffed out.He felt like a sailor in a lighthouse, about to be swallowed by a giant tsunami.Like a star, collapsing into nothing in the heat death of the universe.Like a firefly, caught in a vast spider’s web.

So small

So usless

So helpless

So completely alone.

He wanted to help them.He felt the urge to rise to become their hope. He needed to guide them. But he couldn’t.

Not alone

He was too weak.He wasn’t ready.He crumbled again, sinking into the ground.

He asked for help.But nobody came*.

He cried for help.But nobody came.*

He begged for help—Someone heard him.*

A warm light reached him. It blocked out everything else—like a soft blanket wrapped around him, shielding him from the oppressive atmosphere.

"Little one, what are you doing in a place like this? You’re not from here... How did you find yourself in such a terrible place? Let me bring you home, if you can tell me where do you belong?"

Palette finally found the strength to turn toward his savior. The voice was soft and calming. Golden-brown eyes met his gaze eyes that seemed to carry stars in their glow. A wooden crown—or was it a crown? Palette wasn’t sure. A light yellow cape, patterned with suns and stars, billowed gently. Palette didn’t know what to say.

The Omega Timeline?Is was his home?But was it where he belonged was that the same? No! His saviour had asked where he belonged!That wasn’t the same.So, weakly, Palette got to his feet and looked up at the tall skeleton.

"I don’t know where I belong... Can you help me find it?"

Part 3 Ink -Fathers Love

Ink is the Protector of Creation—he’s no Creator. He fixes broken things, gives advice, offers a helping hand. He gives ideas form, but it’s never truly his own creation.

Until that day PJ formed.

He’s not really paying attention to it; he’s in pure rage at the moment. Only after the fight does he realize what he made, and he is incredibly happy about it. He quickly tries again leaving Pj alone for just a moment —he snatches an arrow from Dream, and there it is: his creation his Palette.Oh, he would cherish them, never let them go—his two boys

....

As he returns with Palette, the other is gone. The small black skeleton is gone; all that is left are a few blue strings.

This makes him realize what he did… what danger those children are in.He’s already lost one, and even without the use of a blue vial, he feels the emptiness inside him grow.

He won’t lose this one too. He just created the legacy of his and Dream’s story in one being. Creation and Positivity are combined in one It’s not safe. Ink knows it only would be safe far away from Error, Nightmare and Himself.

It breaks his heart their paths had to part this early—truly, it breaks him. But a father does what’s best for his kids, and he knows… he is far from the Best

Please take good care of them!

THIS TOOK ME SO LONGG DDKSNCISJCIFR Anyways I love Killer finally finding love in the people he loves and coming to peace with himself, even if it’s just a little bit 💞💖💕💕💞💖💞💕💞💖 (frames/pictures under the cut)

Edit: Forgot to include the audio name! Its hotline bling by Billie eilish

Horror: *lifting weights*

Ink: Wow… They’re so intense!

Dream: I wonder what drives them.

Horror, internally: Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.

Hero Generation 5

Fathers love

Error does not know who he was, nor does he care who he was. Now, he’s Error—the opposite of Ink. He’s the vessel Faith uses to bring Destruction into the multiverse. He doesn’t need to be more. He doesn’t want to be more.

After the fight with Ink, Error realizes he lost his glasses. Annoyed, he teleports back to the battlefield.At first, he's almost content with the empty, broken space.

That’s when he’s faced with it.

The creature.

The worst possibility. The glitch in his code spasms wildly, his entire being trembles beneath the realization of something so wrong, so unnatural to him.

And the little skeleton only giggles, looking up at his Father.

Error, the enforcer of Destruction, the core opposite of Creation... created life.

How ironic. He had to laugh so hard that it hurts.

Error was usual slow, But now only a few seconds pass before the kid is tangled over a deep black abyss, tied in blue strings. One action one little movement... would seal the fate of the young one.

But Error stays frozen in place… until he realizes he can’t bring himself to do it.

Something deep inside him won’t let him.

A part he lost long ago.

Funny how things come back to you.

He lets the kid fall. Not to Its death, but into his arms.The strings that held him up fall to the ground.Error acts fast. He did not think much—he already made up his mind.Before Ink can return, he and the little one would be gone.

Error didn’t need to be more than a Destroyer.He didn’t want to be more.Still, he is now more then he ever thought

(Story now has a name yippy : )

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