Aim Sans - Blog Posts
“What if…”
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Ok, ok- se que cualquier persona que haya leído el Dark Cream cómic y ahora mismo esté atento al Post Dark Cream no debe entender como Haventale sigue con vida aquí- y todas esas dudas serán respondidas…en otro post, por ahora dejare esto aquí y me iré a fingir que esto es canon por el bien de mi estabilidad emocional después de ver el cómic Cream otra vez
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Ok, ok- I know that anyone who has read the Dark Cream comic and right now is attentive to the Dark Cream Post should not understand how Haventale is still alive here- and all those doubts will be answered...in another post, for now I will leave this here and go pretend this is canon for the sake of my emotional stability after watching the Cream comic again
Créditos/Credits:
Aim & Post Dark Cream by: @zu-is-here
Dream Sans by: jokublog
Havent Sans by: (si alguien sabe, dígame por favor/If anyone knows please tell me- 😭)
☆hermanos/siblings☆
Tenía que hacer esto- por que?, porque Estrella fue la ship child que me inspiró a hacer a Cyan / I had to do this- why? Because Estrella was the ship child that inspired me to make Cyan
Estrella by: @shinechermont
Aim and Post Dark Cream by: @zu-is-here
Cyan by: Yo-/Me-
It's Nuisance's birthday （=´∇｀=）
Aim and Post Dark Cream belongs to @zu-is-here
English version
French version
Happy birthday to Aim and Winter ε===(っ≧ω≦)っ
Aim belongs to @zu-is-here
Winter belongs to @zelphin124
English version
French version
Error needs to calm down and learn how to talk to a child. It's great that Killer has learned a few tricks to defend himself from Aim (⁎˃ᆺ˂)
I wonder if the black spot is the corruption that appears or if it's because of Error's threads? And if it's corruption, wouldn't using his "emotional rewriting" power simply give him some control (´ε｀ )
I can't wait to see what you have in mind о(ж＞▽＜)ｙ ☆
The Error in Aim - Chapter three
Ya'll like this series? Hmmmm... I want to point out that I usually write with an outline and a set goal in mind. This series? I'm just winging it. Heck, I don't got anything planned out for the ending. I'm just seeing where this goes. Go check out the two people who inspired this series: @egnidres and @zu-is-here! Prologue + Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Whew... Here we go...
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"I thought you said we were going to stay by my house," Aim inquired, shoving two knives in their scabbards on his body. "And why are we leaving at night-"
"I l-l-lied," Error shrugged, walking away from the house. "I d-don't think your p-parent would h-have agreed i-if I told y-you my real p-plans."
Aim stopped, shutting the door behind him. He didn't want to wake Dream, Nightmare, or Killer. But why did Error want to go at night? He was being so secretive about it. Aim knew he shouldn't trust strangers, but he also knew to not go back on his word.
His SOUL jolted.
Error didn't turn around fully to address the child. "A-Are y-you coming, boy?"
His thoughts raced. Run run run. Run run run. Run run-
Aim nodded and bounded after the destroyer, who rolled his eyes and continued walking forward, his hands pinned behind his back.
Aim caught up with Error and slowed to his pace, looking up at him. Error wasn't super tall but noticeably taller than Aim's family. The stripes on his face glowed. And his eyes... His eyes told millions of stories.
Aim didn't know how he could tell that the destroyer was not only angry but many memories were flashing across his mind. He could sense he was reliving some of his life. His emotions exposed that. Aim watched as millions of fights, deaths, and cries that everyone else would never hear crossed Error's mind...
But what Aim found interesting as he inspected Error's face was the feeling of sorrow. It was as if the destroyer, as immature, irresponsible, and psychotic as he acted, was mature deep down. He held so much pain in his SOUL and hid it from the rest of the multiverse.
Aim pondered this momentarily as the two continued to wander into the dark of night. Why would he feel such sorrowful remorse if he did what he was made to do? Nightmare had called Error a killer without remorse and without guilt. That he hadn't stopped killing. Maybe Error knew that he felt remorse but chose to hide it. But what was it about? Was it from the regret of his murderous habits?
Or something far from his forgotten past?
Error glanced at Aim, scowling. "S-Stop looking a-at me l-like that!" He snapped, speeding up.
And in an instant, the pain in his SOUL glitched away.
Aim sped up to keep up with Error. He didn't know the destroyer walked so fast. He thought it would be faster to teleport, but Error didn't seem interested. Error repeatedly backed away if Aim came too close until he told Aim to never touch him. It was hard for Aim to not pull him out of the way of objects; Error frequently ran into trees. He figured the destroyer couldn't see well, but he made no comment about it.
Aim skidded to a halt before he ran into Error, who had abruptly stopped in the middle of the path. He glanced behind him, to his left, then to his right. The stars shimmered in glory as they covered up the awkward silence.
Aim tilted his head in confusion. "What are we-"
He cut himself off as the destroyer stretched out his hand. The tips of his fingers opened a glitched portal. He looked behind him again before stepping into the white abyss, signaling Aim to follow him.
The moment Aim stepped into the portal, he started to feel sick. His code felt off and weird as he looked around. He was surrounded by white and couldn't make out any dimensions of the place. "What is this place?"
"The Anti-Void, i-i-idiot." Error snapped, closing the portal.
Aim started to look around. However, he didn't have time to observe the rest of his surroundings as he heard a gaster blaster charge up.
Aim rolled out of the way as it fired in his path, burning the ground. He panicked, glancing around at who had just attacked him before his eyes rested on the destroyer.
The blaster belonged to him.
Dream's worries suddenly returned to Aim's mind. He almost died and was now trapped in a place where his loved ones would never find him. Had he made a mistake? Had we walked into his death? "What the heck?!" Aim shouted. "What was that for?!"
"L-L-Lesson number o-one," Error narrowed his eyes, hating the child's attitude. "N-Never l-let your g-guard down. I-Ink is n-not going to c-come when you're p-prepared! Y-You must a-always be r-ready!"
Oh. So this was his way of training... Aim sighed. He had a feeling this would be normal throughout their time together. "But-"
Three more gaster blasters fired up, snapping Aim back into reality.
"I-I hope you're r-ready, anamonly #241," Error cackled, pulling out strings from his eyes. "Let's see i-i-if you'll die l-like the rest of e-em!"
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"F-F-Faster!"
Aim barely ducked out of the way from another gaster blaster. His chest heaved in rapid breaths as his soul raced. He held two knives in his hands before he rolled out of the way of another attack. He was tired. He felt weak.
He felt something awakening.
"Tha-a-at's enough," The destroyer narrowed his eyes at the child, dismissing the blasters and untangling the strings around his hands. He looked down at his fingers, cursing as the strings again tangled into a knot.
Aim collapsed on the ground, exhausted. He had always brawled with Killer occasionally, but this was much worse. He had never felt so exhausted and barely escaped the practice attacks with his life.
Not that Error would care if he died in the process, anyway.
How was he going to beat Ink? The painter was much more skilled than these silly practice attacks. Aim did have patience due to everything that happened at his home taking forever since Cross' death. But how long would it last? Surely he didn't have to train for the rest of his life...
Right?
"I-I-It seems that k-k-knives aren't your fi-i-ighting style," Error stated, throwing the strings on the ground in a fit since they wouldn't untangle. "T-T-Try your mag-gic."
Aim stood up, his knees buckling and his legs shaking. He didn't know how to explain to Error that he had never used magic besides his emotionally manipulative power. He had faint memories of Cross using bones and blasters, but he was never able to. Or, he had never tried.
He wondered if he got Cross' or Dream's powers. Would he be able to use bones and blasters like his father before him, or would he use the positive bow and swords like his living dad? Surely he inherited some power from Dream, as he could manipulate emotion.
But how much did he inherit from Dream?
"A-A-Are you deaf, c-ch-child? I comma-a-anded you to d-do something!" Error snapped, pulling new strings from his eyes. "U-U-se your m-magic."
"I wasn't taught how, sir," Aim replied, hating that his tongue had betrayed him. "I've been protected from all forms of magic ever since... Ever since the incident."
Error smacked his head, cursing once more. "Dream y-y-you're such a-an idiot!" He murmured before turning toward the child. "The b-best way to p-p-protect you is t-to teach you t-to fight!"
"Killer taught me some things... In secret..." Aim objected.
"T-That explains t-the knife sssssskills," Error shook his head, glitching in and out again. "B-B-But they d-don't seem t-to be y-your thing..."
The Anti-Void outlined Error's dark features. Aim took a moment to observe the blue strings that hung from the non-existent ceiling. Most of them were just in loops, but some were strung down from the decor, holding various hearts fast.
Various SOULs.
Aim shivered, grabbing his chest. Many of the SOULs hanging from the blue strings were white, but some of them had human colors. There were blue, yellow, purple, red...
Fear struck Aim's SOUL again, but he removed it with power. The Destroyer was a quick and clever killer. Aim thought he was beginning to understand his father's worries, but his reckless wishes forced him to forget the worries once more.
He needed to do this for Cross.
To kill Ink.
Aim glanced back at Error. He had the look on his face that he had just yelled something but cut himself off. Aim froze; he didn't want to piss off the destroyer any more than he already had. However, in Aim's favor, the destroyer always seemed angry. He removed his worries away once more with his power.
"That!" Error suddenly pointed at Aim, walking towards him.
The child's eyes widened, confused. He stood in place as his breath quickened. How many times did he have to remove his fear? Error was really good at keeping the fear inside him. Or reinstalling it... Aim couldn't figure out which one it was.
"Y-Y-You just did i-it aga-ain," Error snapped. "Y-Your eye shined o-orange. You're u-using magic, what k-kind?"
Aim knew he would have to answer him, but everything in him hesitated. Would Error want him for his power too? He was always told to keep it a secret, even before his dad's death.
"I have the power to manipulate emotions," Aim answered. "I was removing some distracting ones from myself."
There was a moment of silence before Error broke into a burst of psychotic laughter. He held his face as he bent over, continuing to laugh.
Aim backed up slightly, concerned. He wasn't sure what to do.
"No w-w-w-wonder Ink wants you!" He cackled. "Impressive, y-you must've inherited D-Dream's powers."
Aim nodded slowly, coming to the same conclusion.
Error wiped his eyes, smiling with his bright yellow teeth. "That's h-hilarious..." he shook his head. "I-I'll train you m-more later... That's too-" he laughed again, sighing and smiling to himself.
As soon as the smile came, it faded. Aim could tell he was thinking hard. Error walked up to Aim and pulled a single string from his eye, snapping it and giving it to Aim. "P-P-Pull this i-if you n-need me," Error shrugged. "This i-is how you'll c-communicate with m-me. Go home, I'll t-t-train you agaaaaain soon."
"Wait, that's it?" Aim asked. "No training. You just fought me! What about-"
He was cut off when his SOUL was yanked out of his chest. It was painful, and Aim widened his eyes as Error pulled his SOUL closer to him with his strings. He smiled wickedly. "I-I make the rules h-here, you o-obey me, b-boy. Now g-go home."
Before Aim could reply, the entire Anti-Void wrapped around him, disappearing. He was back at his house, on his couch. Aim glanced around, looking for Error, but he was nowhere to be seen, but his SOUL floated in front of him. It had a strange black spot on it, but he ignored it as he pressed it back into his body.
It was nothing like he had ever experienced. He was excited after shooing away the fear and confusion with Error's character. His first training was done, and he had survived! He could prove to his parents that they had nothing to fear.
He hoped...
Happy birthday to my little baby ꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡
It's a bit short, but there's no angst, miracle. One day I'll publish some stuff about him ♪♪(o*゜∇゜)o～♪♪
Aim and Post Dark Cream belong to @zu-is-here
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Les deux enfants rentrèrent dans la boulangerie, accompagnés de Killer et saluant le vendeur, une tortue plutôt âgé. Ils se dirigèrent vers les vitrines, regardant les nombreuses tapisseries et viennoiseries disposés : des forêt noires, des gâteaux fruités remplis de crème, des milles-feuilles, des chou à la crème, des tartes au citron meringuée, des macarons, des éclairs au chocolat et au café, des pains au chocolat et des croissants.
— Ça a l'air trop bon, s'extasia Aim devant la vitrine, les étoiles dans les yeux.
Après avoir choisi deux gâteaux, une forêt noire et un gâteau au fruit, Killer demanda le plus naturellement du monde :
— Lequel vous voulez ?
— Mais Papa a dit que on devait juste chercher deux gâteaux, et qu'on devait pas prendre autre chose au sinon on allait pas finir de manger.
Nuisance avait dit ça en regardant le plus grand, comme s'il essayait de déceler si cela était un simple test ou oubli de sa part. En voyant son sourire confiant, il comprit qu'il n'avait pas oublier ça ou quoi que se soit d'autre, il n'avait juste pas envi d'écouter cet ordre qui lui avait initialement été donné.
— Night sais bien que quand on rentre dans une boulangerie avec des enfants il faut aussi prendre une petite pâtisserie pour le gouter. Et si on les mange sur le chemin du retour, il n'en saura rien. Alors, vous voulez quoi ?
— Celui au chocolat là-bas, répondit rapidement le plus petit.
— On appelle ça un éclair au chocolat... Mais j'aurais pensé que tu aurais pris le chou à la crème.
Tout en disant cela, il désigna la fameuse pâtisserie, sachant que Aim ne pouvait pas lire les petites pancartes devant la nourriture.
— C'est vrai que ça a l'air bon, mais il n'y a pas de chocolat.
Le plus grand sourit avant de demander la fameuse pâtisserie, ainsi qu'un mille-feuille au vendeur. Pendant que ce dernier commencer à prendre la nourriture pour les mettre dans une des petites boites en carton fins, il redemanda la même question à l'enfant aux yeux vairons, ne voulant pas qu'il soit le seul à ne rien avoir. Ce dernier regarda de nouveau le plus grand dans les yeux, avant de retourner son attention sur son cousin qui lui souriait comme pour l'encourager à prendre quelque chose. Finalement il bredouilla d'une petite voix :
— Des macarons.
Le squelette à l'âme bicolore lui frotta la tête, pas surpris le moins du monde par ce choix. Puis lorsqu'ils partirent de la boulangerie, remerciant la tortue, il donna les petits gâteaux aux deux enfants, qui s'empressèrent d'en prendre un morceau. Nuisance tendit un macaron marron à Aim avant de rajouter :
— C'est au chocolat si tu veux gouter... Kills, Papa va être en colère contre nous s'il découvre qu'on lui a désobéit.
— Ne t'inquiète pas, il ne saura pas. Et puis, s'il le découvre, ce ne sera pas contre vous qu'il sera en colère, mais contre moi.
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The two children entered the bakery, accompanied by Killer and greeting the shop assistant, a rather elderly turtle. They walked towards the shop windows, looking at the many tapestries and pastries on display: black forest, fruity cakes filled with cream, mille-feuilles, cream puffs, lemon meringue tarts, macaroons, chocolate and coffee eclairs, pains au chocolat and croissants.
"It looks so good", Aim exclaimed in front of the window with stars in his eyes.
After choosing two cakes, a black forest and a fruit cake, Killer asked most naturally:
"Which one do you want?"
"But Papa said we should just get two cakes, and that we shouldn't get anything else or we wouldn't finish eating."
Nuisance had said this while looking at the taller boy, as if trying to detect whether this was a simple test or an oversight on his part. Seeing his confident smile, he knew he hadn't forgotten that or anything else, he just didn't feel like listening to the order that had originally been given to him.
"Night knows that when you go into a bakery with children you have to take a little pastry for a snack. And if you eat them on the way home, he won't know. So what do you want?"
"The chocolate one over there," the little one answered quickly.
"It's called a chocolate eclair... But I would have thought you would have taken the cream puff."
As he said this, he pointed to the famous pastry, knowing that Aim couldn't read the little signs in front of the food.
"It does look good, but there's no chocolate."
The taller boy smiled before asking the vendor for the famous pastry and a mille-feuille. As the latter started to take the food and put it in one of the small thin cardboard boxes, he asked the same question to the child with the minnow eyes, not wanting him to be the only one without anything. The latter looked the taller boy in the eye again, before returning his attention to his cousin who was smiling at him as if to encourage him to take something. Finally he stammered in a small voice:
"Macaroons."
The skeleton with the two-tone soul rubbed his head, not surprised in the least by this choice. Then as they left the bakery, thanking the turtle, he gave the little cakes to the two children, who hurried to take a piece. Nuisance handed Aim a brown macaroon before adding:
"It's chocolate if you want a taste... Kills, Dad will be angry with us if he finds out we disobeyed him."
"Don't worry, he won't find out. Besides, if he does find out, he won't be mad at you, he'll be mad at me."
