“How did you fail a survey?” Sable @ Beam, normal timeline
stupid dummy husbands cuddling!
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“How did you fail a survey?” Sable’s exasperated voice asked from where he was going over the survey Beam had filled out earlier.
“Well, it’s because I’m right and they’re wrong, clearly.” Beam’s retort called. He was curled up next to Sable on the couch, visiting his husband’s castle for the day. It gets lonely, tucked away by himself in the middle of nowhere, after all.
“That…. Makes literally no sense.” Sable put the survey down onto his lap, looking at Beam with a confused expression. “It’s a survey. All you do is answer questions?”
Beam shrugged, cuddling into Sable’s side. Sable sighed, rolling his eyelight as he tossed an arm around the glowing skeleton. He leaned his head over, resting it on top of Beam’s. “Yeah, yeah, don’t give me a real answer.” He muttered.
Beam smirked, chuckling softly as he relished in his husband’s presence.
im rlly out here with a ton of endings for fallenverse ey? enjoy uwu
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He could feel the power lurking under the surface. He could feel it Rising, despite his best efforts. Not only was he not strong enough to beat it back, but the Multiverse’s prevalent Negativity was not helping, in any case.
Whatever, things would be fine. He was a strong monster, he could do what he needed to, apples or not. Power had never tempted him before, after all! Unlike his husband, who allowed himself to fall prey to the apples.
He should increase the castle’s security. Who knows what could happen while he slept? Diamond could send someone to kill him, or even sneak in himself. Yes, he should increase security.
Who knows what could happen, after all?
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“Is it just me, bruh, or has Sable been actin’ major weird?” Opal chimed from his position by Dolomite. The two were going over the required supplies for the newest refuge being set up. Dolomite hummed for a moment, looking up from his papers to peer at Opal.
“Now that you mention it, yeah, he has.” Dolomite’s brow bones furrowed in concern as he thought about it. Sable had been more snappish, as of late, and was leaving his castle more rarely. It was quite the task to even get in to talk to him, nowadays.
“Damn, was hopin’ it was just me.” Opal grumbled, pouting and resting his head on his hand. Dolomite chuckled at the display, reaching over and patting the other on the shoulder.
“He’s probably just going through a rough spot, we just need to be there for him. It’ll be alright.” He soothed, gaining a tentative smile at his words.
“Yeah, you’re probs right anyway.” Opal sighed, “Let’s just get this paperwork done with. It’s the fuckin’ WORST.” Dolomite laughed at that, smiling.
“Yes, I hear you.”
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Sable’s territory was slowly increasing, getting bigger every day, it seemed. Bloodstone was always out, rarely in the castle anymore. He was just too busy to return to the castle that felt more and more empty every day.
Sable hadn’t left the castle in weeks, observing the ongoings and issuing orders from the safety of his castle. Few had seen him, but those in the field have noticed the uptick in ruthless takeovers. Even in the most peaceful takeovers, there was at least one death per Universe. It was startling, for those who had been in the Dark Knights for a long time. Weren’t they peaceful, avoiding needless bloodshed?
Sable ignored any protest he garnered, and continued issuing the orders for hostile takeovers. The dust spilt under his rule increased, and along with it the distance between his friends. The more the dust thickened, the farther the distance increased.
Dolomite had always been a peaceful monster in spirit despite his work, and seeing what he had believed one of his closest friends spill innocent dust sickened him. Opal was busying himself trying to ignore this fact, defending their territory from Beam and Diamond’s assaults.
And then Sable turned against them.
It started small, stealing a Universe or two while their backs were turned, fighting against Solar Eclipse and Diamond Dust. By the time they noticed what was going on, it was too late.
And the Weavers fell to Sable’s cruel, unsympathetic, hand.
Dolomite and Opal weren’t harmed, not at first. They were taken into Sable’s castle, treated like guests, while Sable’s forces took over their refuges and safe spaces with brute force. It wasn’t bad, at first. They were wary, of course they were wary. Sable had taken everything they had worked for.
In the end, the remaining threads of their friendship snapped. And along with it, Sable’s ability to trust them.
He didn’t make it brutal, or cruel. He still cared about them, after all, even if he believed that they were plotting to kill him. A simple sedative in their food, and then a fast-acting poison. Opal got a double-dose of the poison, one for his host, and one for his true form. It was quick, at least.
Dolomite didn’t go down so easy. It was the Multiverse connection that kept him from dying, at first. After some digging in his glitched and broken code, Sable found what he was looking for. He had picked up a few things during their friendship, about a monster’s code. Severing the connection Dolomite had to the Multiverse, the poison made quick work of him.
Sable made sure to keep their dust safe, in the best urns he could afford. The two had never been particularly materialistic, instead loving the Multiverse as a whole. Sable could never manage to spread their dust throughout the entirety of the Multiverse, but he was able to spread some of it in their favorite locations.
That little ledge in Outertale gained Dolomite’s dust, and that corner of the library retained Opal’s.
Sable mourned them, of course, but it had to be done. They would’ve killed him, after all!
Oh well, onto his next targets.
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Jasper and Alexandrite have disappeared. A real shame, in his opinion. He would’ve appointed Jasper his personal doctor, if the other would agree. Guess he wouldn’t have the chance.
Though, they could have fled because they were scheming against him.
They better pray that he never finds them.
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Diamond and Sapphire’s executions were brutal, and public, once he had taken over their territory. They deserved it for their crimes, of course.
He hadn’t a clue why such an outrage spurred, but he had it crushed easily. They might have tried to invade his castle and kill him, after all!
Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen Bloodstone in a long time. He was still getting reports, though, so he must be fine. Best if he never returned, who knows what he could do.
Now for his final target.
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Sable’s forces overwhelmed Beam’s, easily ripping apart his territory and taking it over. In the end, Beam sat in his base, awaiting his fate. He had heard the reports of what had happened to Dolomite, Opal, Diamond, Sapphire, god the list seemed to grow everyday. Hell, Jasper and Alexandrite had sought refuge from him!
It seems he’d no longer be able to provide that for them. Hopefully his warning had gotten to them in time.
His thoughts as he was led away in chains lingered on Sable, as they had for a long time. If he was to die, hopefully it would be quick.
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This was worse than death, in Beam’s opinion. He was practically walking on eggshells, nowadays.
Instead of killing him like he had expected, Sable had welcomed him into his castle. He was free to roam, under the strict condition of never leaving the castle grounds. It didn’t take long for Beam to realize the Real rules of the castle.
Never go to locations Sable does not expect without telling him. Always be somewhere he can find you. Don’t talk back. Don’t make a fuss. Don’t fight his decisions.
Never deny him what he wants.
This wasn’t his husband, not anymore. His husband had died when the apples' negativity overtook him. All he could do now was survive, for his sake.
fun fact! this takes place in the War Council timeline!
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He tumbled into existence, his first thought being ‘Wow that’s cold!’
Landing face first in a cold powder, he raised his skull up to blink owlishly at his surroundings. Where was he? Wait, better question, WHO was he?
Why was he using he for him? What was he? What was this cold stuff?
Pushing himself into a sitting position, he looked around amazed. In his mind, he registered the tall brown and green things as Trees, and the cold white powders as Snow. Patting the snow with his hands, he giggled with delight as it coated his hands. Thinking for a second, he grabbed a handful of snow, and started balling it up.
He placed the snowball down, before grabbing a smaller handful, making a tinier snowball. He repeated the process one more time, before picking up two very small stones and placing them on the top snowball. With a clawed finger, he made a tiny smile on the top snowball. After finding a big stick, he snapped it in half to give the snowman arms.
He stared at it for a moment, humming to himself, before gently tapping the top. As he withdrew his finger, the tiny snowman started to move about, waving at him. He giggled happily at the sight, even as the snowman started wandering away. He waved at the snowman, before trying to stand up.
Looking around at a better height, he could see pretty lights in the distance. After a few awkward moments, he started walking in the direction of the lights. It didn’t take long for him to grow distracted, though, and end up somewhere he couldn’t see the lights. After noticing this, he pouted, sad he couldn’t see the pretty colorful lights anymore.
“Hello?” A voice rang out, causing him to jump and let out a yelp as he fell over. Letting out a sad whine, he crossed his arms indignitaly.
“Oh, hello there.” The voice came again, softer this time. Looking up, he saw a skeleton dressed in a pretty blue sweater, and grey-blue pants. His boots were also blue! Ooh, and he had a bandana around his neck that was a pretty shade of blue as well. In response to the pretty colors, he smiled and waved, like he did at the snowman.
“Who are you?” The skeleton asked, kneeling a short distance away from him. “My name is Sans, are you new around here?”
He tilted his head at the skeleton, Sans, before smiling. “Hello!” He said, attempting to recreate what Sans had said. It was a little too loud, but it was probably fine, right?
“Uh, hello to you too?” Sans tilted his head, raising a brow bone at him. He imitated the other skeleton, and ended up falling into the snow on his side with an “Oomph!”
“Oh my!” Sans laughed, quiet and soft, while he pulled himself back into a sitting position. “You are…. Quite interesting, aren’t you?” Despite not understanding what the other skeleton meant, he smiled and nodded. It got another laugh, anyway.
“Can you say your name for me?” Sans asked gently, causing him to stop and ponder the question for a moment.
“Name!” He repeated, causing Sans to sigh slightly.
“Not much of a talker, huh? That’s okay, I’m not either.” Sans smiled at him, sad and small. It confused him, why would he be sad?
“Do you, have a name?” Sans tried again. “Like, other people call me Sans. What do people call you?” Tough question, because he thinks Sans is the first person he’s ever met. Shrugging, he continued smiling happily at Sans. The blue is very pretty!
Sans frowned for a moment, causing him to imitate him and frown. Placing a gloved (it’s blue too!) hand to his mouth, he seemed to think for a moment.
“Would you like for me to give you a name?” He still didn’t understand what that meant, exactly, but he nodded. Maybe it was like a gift? What was a gift, anyway?
“How about….” Sans thought for a moment, before smiling small again. “Splinter.”
“Splinter.” He repeated, making Sans smile wider.
“Yes! Your name is Splinter.”
“Splinter!” He giggled, happy and excited, and clapped his hands together. Sans clapped his hands together silently as well, starting to rock back and forth a little. Splinter (that would take some getting used to!) started mimicking him, and ended up falling back into the snow. He laughed, high and excited, at the sensation.
“Silly! Don’t rock so hard.” Sans laughed, smiling wider. In the distance, a voice shouted his name, and he froze.
“Shit. I, uh, I have to go. Do you…. Have anywhere to stay?” Sans looked at Splinter worriedly, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. Splinter thought on this for a second, before shaking his head. Sans’s face seemed to droop.
“Fuck. Uh, wait, here.” He pulled some coins out of his pocket. “Take this, follow that path until you reach Snowdin. When you see a building labelled Inn, go inside and ask for a room.” He explained. Splinter smiled and nodded, not really understanding what he meant.
“I need to go, like, now, but I promise to come see you soon, okay?” Sans told Splinter.
“Okay!” He said, as Sans rose to his feet. He waved goodbye as he hurried away in the direction of the shout. What a nice skeleton.
Splinter looked down at the coins he had been handed, before sliding them into a convenient pocket in his pants. He’ll do what Sans said soon, for now he wants to play with the snow.
oh? whats this? more written content? this time it’s warriorsverse! yeethaw
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“This- This isn’t funny anymore Birch!” Snowkit cried. Looking around desperately, all he could see was snow and trees. He’s never been this far away from the quiet little camp settled in the plains. He’s never even seen a tree before!
“Birchkit?” He trembled. His coat was still mostly kitten fluff, nothing like his Mother’s yet. Snowkit could barely feel his paws from the cold, and everything smelled cold and wet. His shivering was so intense it nearly knocked him off his paws.
“I-I better, I better keep movin’.” He mumbled to himself, picking a random direction and starting to walk. Despite his best efforts, his paws were so numb it was like he was dragging stones attached to his legs. His tail felt frozen to the core, the fur smoothed down from the melted snow.
Dragging his tiny body along, Snowkit jumped as he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Swivelling his head around to peer closer, he could have sworn he saw a cat.
“No…. Gotta keep movin’.” He muttered, shaking his head before continuing to tredge on. Not like he had much of a choice, anyway. Why did he ignore his Mother’s warnings and follow Birchkit out of camp?
He let out a cry as he suddenly stumbled, falling forward into the cold snow. Snowkit could see his own breath fogging in front of his muzzle, as he trembled in the snow.
“No no no no…. I gotta- I gotta keep…. Gotta keep movin’.” He slurred, feeling frozen to his core. He barely registered the sudden warm presence next to him.
“Up, Kit. You cannot die here.” A voice rumbled into Snowkit’s ears, before he felt himself being picked up by the scruff and set onto shaky paws. Before he could fall back over, he was propped up against a larger body. A gentle nudging was all it took for him to start moving his paws again.
Before he knew it, Snowkit could see the entrance to camp, along with the guard sitting outside. Raising his head up, he gave a pitiful cry, catching the attention of the guard. As the guard started racing over, he noted in the back of his mind that the strange warm presence was gone, only leaving the memory of warmth and snowy trails.
sometimes, fallenverse can be Fucked UP! so enjoy this. its moderately dark so do note that
edit: name changed from Beam Wins Ending to Glowing Tyrant Ending
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"....Why are you crying?"
"I won."
"No one can hurt you now."
"Stop crying!"
"Wait- where are you going?!"
"This...."
"This is supposed to be our happy ending."
It had been four months since Beam had completed his goal. The entire Multiverse, under his grasp! And even better, Sable was perfectly safe now. No one could ever hurt him again.
So why wouldn’t he stop crying?
Emotions other than positivity were so confusing to Beam. What’s the point of crying about things? Moping about? Anger and Rage were So much easier to understand, in his own opinion.
He still had no clue why Sable wouldn’t speak to him, or even look at him. Maybe he’d feel better if he had a companion while he was out? Well, that line of thinking was why he was making his way through his private prison, where he kept those he deemed dangerous but not dangerous enough for execution.
It was also where he was keeping Opal, one of the few remaining members of Sable’s “Friends”. In Beam’s opinion, they were more like bad influences, but he couldn’t fault his dear husband for it. He must have been so lonely while Beam was conquering the Multiverse, of course he would fall in with sewer rats like the Parasite, or Destroyer.
At least that pesky Destroyer was gone now. Once Beam had figured out how to dispose of Diamond permanently, it was pathetically easy to rid the Multiverse of the Destroyer. After all, with no Diamond, there was no need for Dolomite anymore!
The various prisoners had many reactions to his presence, some trying to swipe at him through the bars of their glorified cages, and some just huddling in the corners of their cells. At long last, Beam approached the one monster he had come here for.
Opal.
The pathetic heap of a parasite barely raised his head to glance at Beam, just a miniscule fraction of movement. This host that Beam had so graciously provided for him was running on near empty, and Opal with it.
“Parasite.” Beam called coldly, staring down his nose at him.
“‘Eam.” The soft, croaked reply came. “‘Ere tah ‘inish me off?”
“Not yet.” Beam responded, pulling out the key to the cell and entering with a click of his boots. Opal raised a brow bone in confusion.
“Den why?” Opal asked, confusion lacing his weak voice.
“My darling has been so upset lately. I believe that giving him a companion while I am gone would benefit him.” Beam explained primly, unlocking the magic-nullifying chains that kept Opal from even trying to get close to the bars of his cell. Once they unlocked from Opal’s wrists and ankles, Beam pulled him up by the front of his prison shirt roughly. “You are to be his companion. Disappoint him, and you will die.”
Opal wheezed out a laugh. “Doubt he’ll like seein’ me like dis.”
“I will provide a new host for you. If you try to escape, you will die. Try and convince him to escape, you will die. Do anything I deem unfit for a companion, and you. Will. Die.” He glared, coming closer to Opal’s face. “Do we have an agreement?”
“Sure.” Opal croaked.
“Good boy.” Beam said, before starting to drag him along.
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“Darling! I’m home! And I’ve brought you a present!” Beam called into his house, pulling the chain along behind him. Sable’s quiet footsteps could be heard as he approached the front door, eventually turning the corner that leads to the kitchen.
Beam smiled at Sable’s shocked face, stepping inside and slipping off his boots.
“Do you like it? I went and got him just for you! I know you’ve been so upset lately, so I hope this makes you feel better.” Yanking the chain, Beam shoved Sable’s gift in front of him.
“Oh my god….” Sable whispered, the first words he’d spoken in front of Beam in months. Taking a tentative step forward, he cupped Opal’s face in his hands, a tear escaping his eye.
“Do you…. Not, like it?” Beam asked nervously.
“Beam, why?” Sable asked, pulling Opal’s head to his shoulder. Opal didn’t bother resisting, slumping into the larger skeleton.
“Because you’ve been so upset! I thought this would help!” Beam exclaimed, letting go of the chain so that he could widen his arms in expression.
“Please leave.” Sable said, so soft that Beam wasn’t sure he understood.
“What?”
“Please. Leave.” Sable demanded louder. Beam wilted for a moment, before turning away and leaving, sliding into his boots and shutting the door behind him.
In the silence that followed, the tears finally started pouring out of Sable. Clutching Opal harder, he sobbed.
“I thought. You were DEAD!” He cried, as Opal laced shaky arms around him.
“Shhhh. Iz okay. We’re okay.” Opal soothed, rubbing Sable’s back. “We’re gonna be okay.”
Sable raised a shaky hand, placing it on the collar colored like his magic.
“I’m so sorry Opal.” He whispered, just holding the parasite in his arms.
“Iz okay.” Opal responded softly. “We’ll make it work.”
would u like some uhhhh Fallenverse? too bad have jasper and alexandrite
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“Jasper.”
This bottle goes over…. Here?
“Jasper.”
No, it goes there.
“Jasper!”
Wait, why is this here?
“JASPER!” Alexandrite yelled, grabbing Jasper’s shoulder. Jasper growled, and with bleary eyelights, swiped at Alexandrite with dulled claws from medical work.
“Woah, Jasp, calm down.” Alexandrite soothed, catching Jasper’s hand. He bared his teeth, still not all there.
“When was the last time you slept?” The larger skeleton asked, pulling Jasper closer to keep him from hurting himself with his swaying.
“Di’nt. Pati’nts.” He slurred, leaning his head against Alexandrite’s chest, listening to his soulbeat.
“Of course you didn’t. You DO know you’re starting an LV flare, right?” Alexandrite sighed, raising an eyebrow bone.
“Nuuuu.” Jasper groaned into Alexandrite’s shirt.
“I could feel it from across the tent. You’re scaring some of the volunteers, too. Let’s get you to sleep, ‘kay?” Alexandrite didn’t wait for a response, simply picking up the smaller monster, much to Jasper’s complaints.
“I’m good! Promise!” Jasper said, despite his words still being slurred, and already being half-asleep against Alexandrite’s chest.
“Of course you are.” Alexandrite chuckled, carrying Jasper to the side tent they shared. Laying him on his bed, Jasper grabbed at him.
“Don’ go, makes it bet’r.” Jasper whined.
He couldn’t just leave him, but someone needed to keep an eye on the clinic. Well, they could take care of themselves for a bit. Someone would call if an emergency popped up.
Sliding into the bed next to Jasper, he allowed himself to be used as an oversized teddy bear. Yeah, they’d be fine.
ill provide an itty bit of context for this one, kay? Basically, ill and horror share an apartment on the surface. no more context now, uwu.
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“Buddy, I think you have a problem.” Horror informed him in his slow voice.
“No. I don’t.” Ill replied, as he wiped down his kitchen countertop for the fifth time this evening.
“Isn’t that the fifth time you’ve cleaned that? In the past hour?” Horror asked, face scrunching up as he tried to remember.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Ill said, ice coating his words as he moved onto the oven top. JUST because it was sparkling clean, doesn’t mean it was ACTUALLY clean.
“Yeah, it is!” Horror said suddenly after a few minutes of pondering, snapping as he remembered.
“Yeah yeah, so what? I let you hoard food in my nice, clean, apartment!” Ill shot back, eyelight never leaving the surface he was scrubbing.
“We both know why I do that. Stop deflecting. Is your phobia acting up again?” Horror placed a hand on Ill’s shoulder, before pulling back suddenly as Ill stiffened. “Oh yeah, forgot, sorry.”
“It’s fine. Just, let me do this?” Ill pleaded, finally turning to the (much larger) skeleton. Horror took in a deep breath, holding it as he stared at Ill, before releasing it.
“....Fine. Only one more time, okay? I don’t need you rubbing your bones raw.” He decided. Even if he couldn’t see it, it was obvious that Ill was grinning.
“Thank you, Horror! I’ll finish soon, and then we can have dinner?” Ill suggested, turning back to his cleaning. Horror just chuckled out a laugh.
another shorty, sorry! but have fresh bein a Bastard TM
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“Heeeeya Error!”
“Go. Away.”
“Aw, don’t be like that brah!”
“GO. AWAY.”
Fresh expertly dodged the strings that shot at him, with the ease of someone who’s done this same routine for a long time.
“LEAVE.” Error shouted at him, shooting more strings in an attempt to tie him up. Fresh cackled as he danced around the strings, a pep in his step as he did so.
“Nah! This is fun!” Fresh responded, doing a handstand to avoid some of the strings, before leaning into a cartwheel.
Error’s frustrated growl spurred him on more, causing him to let out another laugh.
“Fuck you!” Error yelled at Fresh, tossing a bone at him, which he dodged easily.
“No thank ya!” Error’s scream of rage was hilarious, in Fresh’s humble opinion. Besides, having Error chase him was TOTALLY in his plans!
