10 Bookmarks by AMereImp
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Color still remembered Killer’s request clearly: “If I switch into Stage Three, kill me”.
It had been easier to claim he’d never do such a thing back when he’d never encountered Stage Three. Before he’d ever seen it tear armies to shreds in the blink of an eye only to then turn around and try to do the same with all of its supposed allies and even Nightmare.
The first time he’d ever witnessed Three it had been a terrifying spectacle. An endless rampage. It only stopped its attack once everyone who could, had fled the scene and everyone who couldn’t was either lying dead at its feet or well-hidden in some small dark crevice it hadn’t thought to look in yet.
He hadn’t met Three again after that.
After all, he’d rescued Killer not too long after, and he figured that there would be nothing in a place as Peaceful as the Omega Timeline that could trigger the switch. Even though he didn’t know what it was exactly that triggered it, it hadn’t happened for the first couple of months and he foolishly believed that he was right.
But then it happened.
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or, Color comes face-to-face with Stage Three when he's all alone and is faced with a difficult choice: Fight or Mercy?
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- Part 21 of October 2024 Fic Marathon
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The human was not gonna back down nor fight, and Sans, if possible, wanted to avoid a violent escalation of the situation as well. Because, despite the souls’ best efforts, his body had not yet recovered from his escape. Every single one of his bones ached, and he was almost certain that the cracks that already covered a majority of his skull had expanded.
However, the stalemate didn’t last long because, as it seemed, the human had an ace up their sleeve. The outline of a black soul manifested on their chest and, soon after, a bright red button with ‘RESET’ written on it appeared in front of them. Sans barely had the time to notice Killer’s eyes go wide and wonder why that was before the human pressed it.
Sans stumbled onto a snowy path with no grace, alone and lost in an unfamiliar frosted forest. Snowflakes slammed harshly against his bones. They looked so delicate and yet he could swear they left a thousand tiny cuts on him. It was torturous… and yet familiar.
That was the power of a human. No. That was the power of an anomaly.
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or, Fresh out of the Void Color stumbles upon Something New. And, in his attempt to help, he perhaps bites off a bit more than he can chew
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17 Jan 2025
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Not quite ready to sacrifice my firstborn child for this fic, but give it a few chapters.
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It took a while for them to choose whether they were willing to share the truth or not, but Color didn’t mind waiting. Finally, Killer decided to speak. They roughly grabbed their own soul and shoved it closer to Color. The carelessness they handled themselves with had been a cause of concern for him for a while. He just wished they could be a bit kinder to themselves, but he knew there was still a long way to go for that to start happening.
“Chara left me with this. Nightmare marked me too, plenty of times. You haven’t yet. There is nothing tying me to you”. Color was about to reassure them that, just because he could, it didn’t mean that he would leave or even that he wanted to, but Killer surprised him by saying: “I could leave. You always go on about me being my own person, so I could leave. I could choose to wander off one day and never come back. It would be easy since I’m not your weapon, your possession, your pet, or whatever else I could be that isn’t just a ‘friend’. But it doesn’t have to be. I can be your tool”. Their voice was firm, their determination was audible in it. Color could almost see a hint of a white eye light shining in their left eye socket.
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- Part 27 of October 2024 Fic Marathon
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14 Jan 2025
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Mmmmmmm, everything I’ve wanted from a Color & Killer fic thanks
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There were a lot of things Color was passionate about: helping people, especially his friends, hiking, mental health, scrapbooking, and so on. He wouldn’t have been able to choose between them even with a Gaster Blaster aimed at his skull.
But there was one thing he couldn’t live without, and that was photography.
It satisfied one of his deepest desires, the need to immortalize every moment, every person, every emotion. The need to remember and be remembered. And it soothed his fear of, once again, vanishing without a trace, disappearing from memory, being relegated to a void outside of space and time with little to no possibility of escape and nothing but an eternity of solitude ahead of him since this time Gaster wouldn't be there to keep him company.
There were very few reasons why he’d ever feel compelled to give any of his photos up. They were his life, after all, they weren’t something he could sacrifice thoughtlessly. However, when he found Ink desperately scraping his empty vials for any drop of emotion he could obtain from them as his eye lights quickly lost all of their color, he knew that it was a worthy cause.
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or, Color can't stop picking up strays
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- Part 29 of October 2024 Fic Marathon
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07 Jan 2025
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Huh, I’ve never thought about Color & Ink. But this was cute.
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Delta and Color were spending a wonderful evening cuddled on the couch, snacking on some popcorn, while they watched a dumb movie about some humans trying to deal with a three-headed shark when an ad break came on and Color muted the television and turned to him. “I was thinking of booking a table at that steakhouse you like next weekend to celebrate our anniversary, what do you say?” he said, not an ounce of malice or passive-aggressiveness in his tone. And yet, those simple few words were enough to send a shock of panic through Delta’s system.
Because, truth be told, he had entirely forgotten that their anniversary was coming up.
Color didn’t push any expectations on him, and he was certain that he would have understood why such an important event had slipped from his mind. His partner hardly ever got upset at him after all. But it was also their very first anniversary and he would be the one feeling like shit if he managed to mess it up.
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or, Delta will be damned before he makes his partner feel forgotten again!
Bookmarked by AMereImp
07 Jan 2025
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Wholesome DeltaColor with a side of Killer being a freak.
The idea of a dragon bracelet with red and orange jewels as the eyes is very cute.
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His eyes follow his arm to where he knows it should still be on a poorly painted brick wall, only to see a wallpapered wooden one. Just above his hand, a frame of a picture, it’s not of the twins.
It is of him… he seems happy.
This is not real. He should be in the castle.
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Bite The Hand That Feeds You (It's Alright, I Bite Too) by ChocoholicLogophile
Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game)
21 Nov 2024
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He didn’t know why Killer brought out this side of him either. For anyone else, Color would shove their arm out of his maw, wipe his mouth clean, and get on his merry way. But Killer had the uncanny gift of knowing a side to Color he himself didn’t previously know existed and called it out. A playful, slumbering dragon that rested happily within the warmth of his mana that blazed to life under the familiar challenge, a welcome call to play.
Game on.
Bookmarked by AMereImp
07 Jan 2025
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One of the most Unhinged fics I’ve ever read (compliment)
Delta is right.
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Frisk should be fine.
Everyone is on the surface, the sun is shining and bright, and their family is blissfully happy as they pursue their dreams in a world they’d thought locked to them.
Frisk is fine, because this is what they always wanted. So what if their scars ache and magic flashes behind their eyes every time they blink? So what if the copper of blood rests thick on their lips? So what if terror catches in their throat and stills their heart when their family ruffles their hair?
All those hands that have hurt them are achingly gentle now, and there’s nothing wrong anymore. There’s nothing for Frisk to fear.
It’s just the occasional (frequent) bad day, and bad days pass.
So Frisk chokes back bitter accusations that bubble up like poison on their lips, because Frisk isn’t allowed to be anything other than fine.
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“You hurt me! You killed me! Of course I’m scared of you! How could I not be?!”
The words tear out of Frisk’s raw throat, and they don’t bother to choke back their sob this time, their hands shaking too hard to sign.
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07 Jan 2025
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This was a stupid idea, and yet he was going through with it anyway.
Killer sat in his room, his back pressed to the door, as he tightened the bow around the box he’d been holding onto. Once it was secured into place, he set it down beside him, not wanting any of his black tears to spill and stain the wrapping.
It was Gyftmas. Killer never celebrated it himself, or if he did, it was years ago- maybe when he was-
He shook his head and stood up, pacing around his room.
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Or, the Chromatic Crew celebrate Gyftmas and Killer gets a gift that means a lot more than he was ever expecting it to.
Bookmarked by AMereImp
07 Jan 2025
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Chromatic Crew Christmas. Very cute.
Delta and Killer have a Moment.
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for the time being, it's just color, killer, and the snow. color is counting down the seconds until nightmare arrives, until he can finally muster the energy to move, until his friend is safe. thing is, killer doesn't care much about that, and simply wants to fill the silence.
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- Part 1 of route to recovery
Bookmarked by AMereImp
07 Jan 2025