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A lot of things are going to be delayed and I’ll end up going offline for a little while due to college. I will try to make posts regularly but it’s not guaranteed.
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Brooding only ever means one thing
dark and brooding? How about quiet and plotting...
………
That……
That is actually pretty accurate to what people call me………
Try “bush-crawler”
……
Why do I do this to myself?
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Night 6 will be delayed due to college and lack of inspiration. I’ll try to get it done tomorrow but we’ll see
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Monster Under the Bed
Night 5. Error
Inspired by @starzeah123
(Language warning)
(First)
(Previous)
(Next)
Thud.
“FU-U-CK!!¡!”
You sat up. That was definitely a different voice and they didn’t sound… reasonable. After meeting Killer last night, you were hesitant to show yourself until you knew your new guest wasn’t directly dangerous. Killer hadn’t hurt you but he’d implied that he wanted to. You were just trying to be safe.
“D-D-Disg-gusting…” said the glitchy voice. “Wh-Where the he-he-hell did h-he-?” There was a pause and then you heard cloth shifting and the telltale squeak of your rubber ducky plush. He gasped. “O-Oh my sta-sta-stars! M-M-Mine n-now.”
Okay, maybe this guy wasn’t so bad.
“Hello?”
Nevermind!
Blue strings shot onto your bed and yanked you onto the floor by your soul. You cried out in pain at the fall and the tight strings on your soul. This was not at all what you were expecting.
A monster stood over you. A skeleton with a void black skull and odd bright colors decorating his body. His sockets were a piercing red instead of the hollow black you were used to. His yellow teeth grinned at you menacingly but it was difficult to take him seriously while he cradled your duck plush in one arm.
“Gr-Gr-Great. Ano-o-other anomaly-y to de-delete.” He growled.
“Wait!” You couldn’t move anything but your head and it scared you. It probably had something to do with your soul not sitting in your chest properly. “Wait, I’m not a threat to you!”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “As i-i-if y-you could b-be.” The fingers of his free hand which held the strings attached to your soul started to curl. You felt immense pain in your entire body.
“AH!!! Wait!!” Ditch effort but here goes. “I know the guys!!”
The strange skeleton paused. “…Th-The g-guys? Be m-m-more specif-if-ific.”
“Cross! And Killer and Horror and Dust! They’ve been coming by every night!” You said, trying to keep the pain out of your voice.
The skeleton raised a brow. “You m-met Ki-Killer? An-An-and survi-vi-vived-d?” He laughed and the ducky squeaked. “I-I-I’d say I d-don’t believe-eve y-you, b-but…” He looked under the bed and his eyelights seemed to lock on that location. “I-I-I c-can see th-the c-c-code. H-Hmm.” He turned back to you. “W-What did y-y-you do?”
“Uh… I fed them spaghetti.”
The skeleton burst into laughter. “Sp-Spaghet-et-etti?? Those sym-sympathetic id-d-diots!”
“Would you like some?” You offered.
He paused and looked at you. “E-Eat y-your stupid fr-friend-endship spaghet-etti? F-F-Fuck n-no. The o-only th-thing of in-interest y-you could po-po-possibly have i-is choco-colate.”
“Oh. I have some chocolate too.” Oddly enough, you immediately regretted saying that.
His eyes locked on you and you suddenly felt a strong sense of dread. “Wh-Where?”
You glanced at the door and then your bound soul. “Uh… I can go get it if you-“
The strings fell off your soul. “Get it.” He demanded. Not asked. Demanded.
He was probably used to getting his way. Despite that, you didn’t see a reason not to get the chocolate.
You stood and walked into the kitchen, your guest right behind you. “A friend gave me some a few weeks ago and I never got around to eating any.” Opening a cabinet, you pulled out a box of chocolates.
The box was immediately snatched from your hands by the greedy gremlin.
“Geez. Warn me next time?” You chuckled as he practically inhaled the chocolates. You could have sworn you saw multiple tongues scoop the chocolates out of the box but it was dark so you weren’t sure.
When he finished, you spoke again. “Was it good?”
“Psh.” He scoffed, tossing the empty box aside. “N-Not even m-my top fifty-ty-ty.”
You raised an eyebrow. “How often do you have chocolate?”
“A-A-All the t-time.” He walked past you and his strings pushed you out of the way though you weren’t even close to him or the duck. “Th-The r-room is m-m-mine n-now. H-Have f-f-fun on the c-c-couch.” The door to your room shut and locked before you could even process what happened.
So… the couch.
Without so much as talking back to the skeleton who obviously thought the world revolved around him, you got settled on the couch. Despot the initial scare and soul grab, tonight had gone by a lot faster than the last few encounters.
He’d be gone in the morning. You were sure of it.
He was not gone.
You were roughly yanked off the couch by your soul, again. And looked up to see the dark skeleton standing over you, again.
He let go of his strings and they released your soul. “Oh m-my st-stars! J-Just get up-p!” He growled impatiently, the ducky still under his arm.
You stood, stretching and holding back grumbles and groans at the rough treatment. “Morning.”
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms around the plush, making it squeak softly. “Sh-Shut up. You’ve c-c-caught N-Nightmare-are’s attenti-tion. H-He’s a th-thousan-sand t-times w-worse than Ki-Killer a-and he’s af-after y-you. S-So don’t b-be an id-idiot an-and actually l-lock y-your d-d-doors.” He gave you a manic grin. “O-Or d-don’t. I-I w-would enjoy-joy s-seeing m-more vi-violence in th-this world. It’s-s b-boring-ing.”
You blinked. “…I’ve caught whose attention?”
He grinned. “I-I th-think I’ll le-leave that-at t-to y-y-you.” A glitchy white rift opened up behind him and he stepped through.
“Hey! Wait! You can’t just drop that on me and leave!” You sputtered in frustration.
He just grinned at you and the rift closed with a glitchy pop.
. . .
“Great.”
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Monster Under the Bed
Night 4. Killer
Inspired by @starzeah123
(First)
(Previous)
(Next)
Thud.
“Woah! … Ooh~! Soft!”
You stretched as you woke to your guest. “Morning.” You yawned.
A skeletal head peeked at you before you could move to look, lightless eye sockets stared at you. “Well, hi!”
You flinched back, not expecting your visitor to immediately get up in your face.
“Whatcha doin’?” He asked and tilted his head. There was a big, slightly concerning grin on his face.
“Uh…” You watched him carefully. For whatever reason, you didn’t trust this skeleton. “I was sleeping. Now I’m wondering if you came back for food?”
He chuckled. “Came back?” Despite lacking eyelights, you felt him look you up and down. “I’ve never even met you before. Who’dja meet?” His grin looked pleasant but was bothering you for some reason.
“What do you me- oh! I met Cross.” You replied. “And the big guy with the red eye.”
His grin spread somehow. “Crossy and Horror! And they didn’t kill you?” He tilted his head curiously as if he hadn’t just commented on your death like the weather.
There was a sense of danger and dread as you sat up a little to put some distance between you and the monster under your bed. “…No. If his name was Horror, what’s yours?”
He gave you a sly look. “Asking for my name already? You haven’t even told me yours~.”
“Oh! Right, sorry.” Despite your intuition and the obvious red flags of this guy, you offered your hand to shake. “I’m y/n.” You smiled genuinely.
His smile looked wrong on his face. He took your hand to shake. “Killer.”
“That’s… an interesting name.” You commented.
“It’s technically a nickname.” He chirruped happily.
The implication that he earned that name bothered you even more.
“Cool.” He wasn’t letting go of your hand. “Do you know how you got here?”
Killer laughed. “How I got to boss’s place or yours?”
“Uh, mine.” Sounded like an interesting story but it also sounded really long.
“Teleported.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, obviously. I meant what made you teleport here specifically. This is the fourth night this has happened.”
He chuckled as he finally let your hand go. “Four nights? I thought you said you only met CrissCross and Rory?”
It took you a second to realize that Killer meant Cross and Horror. “Well, the night before Cross told me his name, he came in all messed up. Kept mumbling to Papyrus even though he doesn’t live here-.”
Killer barked a laugh. “You met Dust first?!? How ARE you alive?!?” His head fell below the bed and out of sight as he laughed and tried composed himself.
“He was just hungry.”
“Damn! What did you feed him?!” Killer peeked back at you.
You shrugged. “I assumed he’d like Papyrus’s spaghetti since I thought he was Pap’s brother.” You hesitated. “…Is he Papyrus’s brother?”
Killer nodded his head back and forth in a so-so manner. “Yes and no. His brother was Papyrus. Just not your Papyrus.”
“My Papyrus? Are there other monsters named Papyrus?”
He did that weird nod again, grinning. “Yes and no.” He glanced at the door. “You got any food? I’m starvin’.”
You sighed but smiled. “I’m sure I could find something.” You scooted out of bed.
He was immediately right next to you, towering over you slightly despite almost being the same height. A blob of red light hovered over his chest, twisting and turning like a nest of angry bees. It flashed dangerously and black liquid leaked from his eyes.
You recognized his actions.
He was trying to intimidate you.
You walked past him, unbothered. “I’ve got spaghetti if you want some?”
If your reaction shocked him, he didn’t let it show. “Pap’s?”
“Yep. Only the best.” You grinned.
He chuckled softly and this time it sounded genuine. “Yeah. The best…”
You’ve gotten used to making spaghetti by now and quickly reheated some spaghetti. It was a good thing Cross bought you more food or you would have run out with how many people were eating your leftovers.
Killer hovered over you the entire time you “cooked” the leftovers. You really just popped it into the microwave and watched it spin for several minutes while he hovered over your shoulder like an annoying little brother.
“…You live here by yourself?” He asked, startling you from zoning out.
“Yeah…” You mumbled before you thought about it. Maybe telling a stranger that wasn’t a good idea.
“Hm.” He leaned over your shoulder, uncomfortably close. “I saw your little plushies. You like child’s toys?”
You shrugged. “They’re just cute.”
“Just cute? They don’t remind you of anything or hold any significance to you?”
“Not really, no.”
The microwave beeped at you. You pulled out the spaghetti and handed it to him. “Enjoy.”
He grinned and took the food, pulling it away as if he expected you to fight him for it. “Thanks.”
The next thirty minutes was filled with his voice as he half ate half rambled, going on about how this world is just one of thousands, no, millions of alternate realities. He went on and on as you just nodded along. You didn’t believe a word he said but he did have some good points. Sucked that he was crazy. You might’ve actually believed him if he wasn’t.
“What now?” He asked suddenly, shoving the empty dish away from himself. “What do you do after feeding the guys? Movie? Cuddles~?” He bounced his brows suggestively.
You rolled your eyes. “Sleep. I go to sleep. Do you want the cubby or the couch?”
“Oh, I want that cubby I came in on.” He stood and walked over to you. You weren’t sure what he was doing until he tossed you onto his shoulder.
“Wh- Hey!!” You tried to roll off. “What are you doing?? Let go!!”
“Nope~.” Killer’s grin was in his voice. “You said it was bed time. So we’re going to bed.”
“You are NOT sleeping in my bed!!!” You snapped.
He chuckled and teased. “Aw, you take the fun out of everything! I wasn’t even going to!” He dragged you into your room and set you at the foot of your bed by the ladder. “There. Now, you climb up there, I’ll crawl down here, and we’ll see if the boss doesn’t notice us.”
“The boss?”
“Shush.” He shooed you into bed. “Go to sleep.”
You rolled your eyes again and climbed into bed for the night. It was weird sharing a room with someone, especially someone named Killer, but you eventually managed to fall asleep as he rambled on and on.
In the morning, as usual, your skeleton friend was gone but this time you noticed one of your plushies was missing too.
You smiled and started your coffee for the day.
Monster Under the Bed
Night 3. Horror
Inspired by @starzeah123
(First)
(Previous)
(Next)
Thud.
You smirked. You were getting used to these visits.
“Ugh…”
“Welcome back.”
The room was bathed in a red light from the skeleton under your bed, which was slightly concerning. You were pretty sure Cross had never started glowing. Was that a good or bad thing?
You peeked over the edge of the bed and your eyes were met with the source of the red light. You gasped. Cross’s left eye was entirely filled with a red eyelight and a small black pinprick that focused on you but that wasn’t what horrified you.
There was a massive, jagged hole in his skull.
“Cross!” You leapt out of bed, hitting the ground a little harder as you hurried to check on him. “Oh my stars! What happened to you!?”
While reaching for him, your hands were both grabbed in one large hand. You froze, realizing that maybe he wasn’t mentally okay enough for an interaction like yesterday.
He towered over you as he stood, his eye gleamed with dangerous intent and the black dot was a mere speck in his eye. He grinned down at you as if he were a starving wolf and you was a rabbit. His free hand reached out and summoned a giant magical axe.
“Woah. Hey, Cross, it’s me, remember? You came here last night. And the night before.” You urged. His grip on your hands was tight but not enough to cause pain.
His head tilted to the side. “……Cross…?” Recognition lit up in his eye.
“Yes. Cross.” You nodded, tugging gently at your hands to try to free them. “That’s your name.”
Shock hit his face and his grip loosened as he took a second to process what you’d said. Then he burst into a loud, booming laughter that shook your rib cage.
“You…” He pointed at you and nodded. “…funny.” He dismissed his axe and let you go. Chuckling, he sat back down under your bed. “You… live… heheh…”
He was spouting nonsense. You had to help him. That head wound looked horrible.
“Stay here please.” You rushed out of the room and felt his one working eye follow you as he grinned. It was weird but he wasn’t himself. He’d be better after he got patched up.
He watched you with amusement when you came back in with a first aid kit.
“Hold still. That hole looks nasty.” You reached towards the wound with a sanitary wipe when his massive hand grabbed your tiny one. You looked up at him.
He had an amused grin on his face and humour twinkled in his eye but you noticed tense shoulders and a restrained grip. He didn’t want you touching his head. He was scared.
The hand with the cloth went limp. “Okay. I won’t touch. Do you think you can clean it? There’s a mirror in the bathroom.” You offered, hoping he’d at least help himself.
He shook his head. “Won’t heal…… Old… wound.” He tapped the edge of the gaping hole.
“But… yesterday you were-?”
He started chuckling again and pushed your hands away. “Not… Cross.”
. . .
“I’m sorry. I’m confused.” You said. “What do you mean; ‘Not Cross?’”
He smiled, pushed your hand away, and let you go. “M’not… Cross…” He restated.
“You’re… not Cross…?” You asked, pulling away slightly and taking a moment to look him over. He was much bigger than Cross was yesterday, his clothes were torn and hung off him ominously, and while his eyes were very different, they had a dark gleam that held secrets. Nothing like the sweet, friendly, neat Cross from last night.
“…You’re not Cross…” You realized.
He grinned and winked at you. “…No.” The giant skeleton leaned back onto your cubby cushions, sinking heavily into them.
“Uh…” You glanced at the door and back at him. “…Is your head okay? Is that something that…… you can handle?”
“…Monsters…?” He gave you a sly grin. “That monsters… handle…?”
You stuttered. “I uh, I don’t mean to sound rude-“
He chuckled. “S’not… rude.” He reached to scratch at the base of the crack. “M’heads fine…… s’old…”
“It’s an old wound? What happened?”
His smile vanished. He was tense and anxious.
Bad idea. Not a good topic.
“Uh… you want some spaghetti?”
His eyelight focused and dilated at you as he smiled. “…Food?”
You smiled at his reaction. “Yeah, food. You hungry?”
He nodded and moved to stand. “I’ll… help.”
Cooking seemed to be his favorite thing as he immediately took over your kitchen and shooed you away. He somehow turned your leftover spaghetti into something that actually tasted good. No offense to Papyrus’s cooking, he was definitely getting better.
Your guest insisted you eat first and then devoured the remaining food when you finished.
You smiled at him as he cleaned the dishes and then stood from the table. “Well, it’s already late. The place you came in is available if you want to sleep there. There’s also the couch but I don’t know if you’ll…” You looked at him. He was watching you with a smirk as he set the last dish down. “…if you’ll fit.”
He chuckled at your caution to avoid offending him. He walked past you, ruffling your hair, and went right back into your room, making himself at home.
Welp. Guess he’ll take the cubby.
You slept on the couch that night. Not that it bothered you, that cubby was literally made for guests, you should have taken that into consideration while you were making it if it did.
Sleep came easily and, as usual, he was gone in the morning.
Too tired to finish
Night 3 won’t come out for another day… sorry…
Good night…
Monster Under the Bed
Night 2. Cross
Inspired by @starzeah123
(First)
(Next)
You woke up to a thud.
“Ow… What the…?”
Smiling slightly, you rolled towards the edge of the bed and leaned over. “Back again?” Sans must be back. Yes, you knew his name was Sans. You asked Papyrus about his brother after the incident. He didn’t seem worried when you’d mentioned the color his eyelights, he said something like “it happens all the time.” And then he matched off to find his brother.
“What the-?!?” Sans recoiled from you and there was suddenly a giant red sword(knife??) pointed directly at your face. His eyes were almost back to their healthy white color, one was still red, but now there was a scar on his cheek.
You leaned away. “Woah, buddy! Remember me? From last night? You crashed here and had some spaghetti. Do you even remember that?” He did look pretty out of it last night, maybe he didn’t remember.
He looked confused. “I meet a lot of people. But I didn’t go anywhere last night and definitely not here.”
You nodded. “Well, you were. Must have been some party to mess you up that much. Your eyes were different colors.”
“My… what?”
“Well, if you won’t stab me, I’ll go sleep on the couch again.” You moved to grab your bedding.
“Wait, what?? No!” He dismissed the sword and left the comfy cubby. “This is your home. You stay there. I’ll go find some other place.” Now that he was standing, you could see how beat up and exhausted he looked. As if he’d wrestled a tiger and barely got away.
“Uh, no. Sit back down.” You hopped off the bed.
He looked at you. “Excuse me?”
You herded him back towards the cubby. “Sit back down. You’re clearly exhausted and need a break from whatever you were doing before. The cubby you landed in was made specifically to relax in. You stay here. I’ll go get some of Pap’s spaghetti ready. How’s that sound?”
His eyelights lit up in curiosity at the mention of spagetti. He let you gently push him back into the cushions and looked content enough to stay there. “You’re not concerned that there’s a stranger in your home? What if I’m a murderer?”
“You asked the same question yesterday.” You smiled. “I’d figure it out. Besides, I think a murderer would have killed me the first time and not come back around to have spaghetti. Hang on a moment.” You left him in his confused state and quickly made some spaghetti before bringing him the same bowl and fork as yesterday.
“Here you go. Pap’s leftover friendship spaghetti ready for you to enjoy.”
Sans smirked a little and looked curiously at the meal before carefully taking a bite. His face scrunched up slightly and he coughed. “…Woah, uh, thank you?”
Huh. He acted as if he’d never eaten Pap’s spaghetti before. Shouldn’t Sans be used to the taste? “Are you okay?”
He shook his head and waved you off. “I’m fine. I just didn’t expect… the flavor.” He coughs a few times. “I think I’m good. I’m really not very hungry anyways. Thank you though.” He set the bowl down on the nightstand, watching it as if it had insulted his mother.
You chuckled and took the bowl. “I get it. It’s not for everyone.” You took the fork and scooped some into your mouth, much to Sans’ horror. It tasted normal to you. “How long has it been since you’ve had your brother’s spaghetti?”
He oddly looked nervous. “Uh… it just been a while… I honestly prefer tacos.”
Tacos? Didn’t Sans hate tacos?
“You like tacos?” You asked.
He smiled. “They’re the first food I had after Ink-…” His smile falters when he looks at you. “…y’know what. It’s nothing.”
Ooookay?
You walked over to your bed and grabbed your bedding.
“Hey, wait, what are you doing?” He asked.
Hands still on the blanket above you, you looked down at him. “I’m moving to the couch.”
He stood up. “No, you’re not. This is your house. This is your room. I’ll take the couch.” He shoved your blanket back on the bed and moved towards the door.
Didn’t he take your room last night?
“Sans, y-”
He flinched. “Don’t call me that. Please.” He looked back at you. “Just… Just call me Cross.”
“Cross?” You were confused. “Can I ask why you’d rather be called Cross?”
He looked away and his hand landed on the doorknob. “…No. I’d rather you didn’t.” He steps out and locks the door from the inside, effectively locking himself out of your room. “Keep this locked when you have guests. You never know what you could be housing.” With that, the door clicked shut.
. . .
Huh.
You could hear him lay across the squeaky couch and settle in for the night.
Well, at least you could sleep in your own room tonight and not have to worry about waking up to someone staring at you. You smiled at the door and went back to bed. San- Cross was a lot more pleasant tonight. He’d been sweet even. You climbed back into your bed and burrowed under the blankets.
Hopefully, he’d still be there in the morning so you could get some answers and help him home. But right now you were too tired. You could wait.
The couch was empty.
You sighed. He was gone. Not that you were keeping him here! You just had some unanswered questions but it was fine.
Entering the kitchen, you found a large grocery bag and a note on the table.
That definitely wasn’t there before. You peeked inside the bag to find ingredients for sandwiches, a box of cereal, and milk. Your eyes widened. You hadn’t really worried about food since you always had Pap’s spaghetti gifted to you every time you saw him. It had been a while since your food gallery had normal food in it. It made your mouth water.
You decided to read the note.
From: Cross
To: I never actually asked for your name, sorry
The food on the table is yours. You should be eating better than leftover spaghetti for every single meal. Especially that spaghetti.
I had to leave early for work, I hope you understand. Please enjoy your food.
Farewell, I hope we meet again in just as pleasant a fashion as last night,
Cross
p.s. I also bought you tacos but accidentally ate them all otw back. Sorry.
You chuckled at the last addition to the note. However was telling everyone that Sans didn’t like tacos was a complete liar.
Setting the note down, you quickly made yourself a bowl of cereal and put the milk in the fridge before it got warm. Oddly enough, it was still cold when you pulled it out of the bag. He must have just left.
You were definitely going to hang on to that note. There was a chance you’d never see him again but you still wanted to remember the stranger.
You couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.
Roshambo
Unkultiviertes Schwein
(rolls eyes)
/jk
“Scissors cuts paper, paper covers rock, rock crushes lizard, lizard poisons Spock, Spock smashes scissors, scissors decapitates lizard, lizard eats paper, paper disproves Spock, Spock vaporizes rock, and as it always has, rock crushes scissors.”
Rock crushes Scissors & Lizard
Paper covers Rock & disproves Spock
Scissors cuts Paper & decapitates Lizard
Lizard eats Paper & poisons Spock
Spock smashes Scissors & vaporizes Rock
YO LETS DO THIS!!!
SANS AU TUMBLR SEXYMAN MASTERPOST
[Updates everyday]
All polls are on my twitter account (yes I know not here, sorry xD)
ROUND 1
Seraphim (The Thought by TratserEnoyreve) vs FellSwap Sans (FellSwap Gold by Blackgum) Fell (UnderFell by Fella/Vic) vs Color (OtherTale by Super Youmna) Cross (XTale by Jael Peñaloza) vs Murder (DustTale by ask-dusttale) Swap (UnderSwap by p0pcornPr1nce) vs Fatal!Error by Xedramon Error by CrayonQueen vs Horror (HorrorTale by Sour-Apple-Studios) Saness (UnderPants by Sr Pelo) vs Killer by Rahafwabas Epic (EpicTale by yugogeer12) vs Reaper (ReaperTale by Ren) SwapDream by Song_A and Litemong vs Nightmare (DreamTale by Jokublog) Insans (Alive by tatatale) vs Crossbones (TS!Underswap by Team Switched) Ink (_____Tale by Comyet) vs Bill!Sans by Hwamyong Fresh by CrayonQueen vs Outer (OuterTale by 2mi127) Slash by ProductionRoxy vs Ganz (GZTale by NixenSiBrat) Dream (DreamTale by Jokublog) vs Pale!Ink by Unu-nunium Fresh!Ink by Comyet vs Therapist by tehRogue Geno (AfterTale by CrayonQueen) vs G!Sans by Borurou (EchoTale by Yoralim) Arz by DanielaVE vs Lust (UnderLust by NSFWshamecave)
Monster Under the Bed
Night 1. Dust
Night 2. Cross
Night 3. Horror
Night 4. Killer
Night 5. Error
Night 6. Nightmare
Night 7.
These men are under yo bed-/jj
(I wish I could keep this art style GRRR)
Monster Under the Bed
Night 1. Dust
Inspired by @starzeah123
(Mention of possible drug use)
(Next)
You weren’t a troubled child growing up. Monsters were a mere fantasy to you until they came out of the mountain and definitely not what you’d expected. The fairy tales you were told were of scary beasts that hunted disobedient children and ate them.
But…
These monsters looked nothing like you’d imagined.
Sure, their king was a little intimidating. But he always had such a sad smile on his face that your eight year old self couldn’t find it in you to be scared. You’d hugged him when you met him and he’d cried.
The others weren’t so scary either.
The big fish lady acted scary but when Papyrus was nearby, she just roughhoused him and made you laugh.
It was fun growing up in the generation that got to meet the monsters first.
Back on topic, the idea of a “monster under your bed” had never really scared you. You even started leaving pillows under the bed as cushions.
You still kept that habit. Even though now, you lived in your own apartment. Your bed was further off the ground than normal. It was almost a bunk bed without the bottom bunk. Though it might as well be.
It was a very spacious area where you piled spare pillows, blankets, and the occasional plushy if you managed to get your hands on one. You had a tendency to lounge on the cushions in your free time, scrolling on your phone, reading, or drawing.
Nothing ever happened at night. You never expected anything to.
However.
Tonight was very different.
A thud that shook the bed and a curse woke you up. There was a moment of silence and then angry mumbling.
“Shuddup. Let me think.” Growled a gruff voice from under you.
You froze. Was there a robber in your room? Was he talking to you or did he have a buddy? Oh stars. Your baseball bat was on the floor next to your bed. There was no way you could reach it in time to ward off the intruder.
“Papyrus… please…”
Papy? Papyrus?
Suddenly your fear was forgotten. Maybe Papyrus’s brother had teleported the wrong way again and got stuck in your room instead of his actual destination.
You could offer your help.
“Excuse me?” You started, carefully peeking over the railing of your bed.
The room went silent.
Two glowing dots stared up at you, blue and red.
Ah, maybe Papy’s brother was high or something. Could monsters get intoxicated? He sure looked high.
“Uh, you kinda teleported the wrong way, I think?” You smiled. “I can help you get home if you’d like.”
The eyes only stared at you, unresponsive, for several minutes. He didn’t move a muscle, or, well, bone? He didn’t move an inch as he stared and you slowly got more and more uncomfortable.
What kind of crack was this guy on? Did he even see you?
“…Hello? Are you okay?”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “…You’re not even startled.”
“Well… kinda. You did really scare me for a second. But you’re Pap’s brother, right?”
He flinched and glanced off to the side, like he was looking at something. You couldn’t figure out what. “What’s it to you?”
“Well, everyone knows Papyrus.” You dragged yourself out of bed. “And he’s always talking about his brother and his “lazy” ability to teleport. If you accidentally, I don’t know, teleported the wrong way, I can help you find your way back. Also, I’m awake now anyways so would you like anything? Water? Coffee?”
“……water’s fine.”
“Perfect. You can follow if you want.” You open the door to the living room and walked into the kitchen. “Make yourself at home.”
“……” He didn’t respond. Just stared at you.
Okay…
Turning on the light so you could see, you reached into the cabinet and pulled out the only cup inside. “I hope you don’t mind, I only have one cup. I can wash it again if you want?”
“…s’fine.” Oh stars, when did he get behind you?
You filled the glass at the sink and offered it to him. He looked at you. Then the glass. Then back at you.
A little nervous, you gently pushed it an inch closer.
He finally took the cup and immediately drank all of it. He did that satisfied gasp thing and started staring at you again.
“…When’s the last time you drank something, sir?” You asked.
He looked like he was calculating something. “……few days. Didn’t think ‘bout it.” He handed the glass back to you.
In the sink it went. “…Are you okay?”
Finally ending the staring contest, he looked away. “M’fine.” His hand found its way to his hoodie and the dusty red scarf underneath.
Aw! Did Papryus give him his old scarf?
You smiled fondly and looked away. That was definitely something Papy would do. “Well. You seem a little… out of it right now. I recommend resting before you head out. If you want, feel free to crash on the couch. There’s also… where you came in. If you don’t mind sharing the room. Or I can take the couch. Just… let me know what you’re okay with.”
He started staring again. “………You’ll just let a stranger take your room? Got a death wish, kid?” A wicked grin split his face and his eyelights flashed.
You blinked the spots out of your eyes. “Not a death wish. I just want to help. If you have somewhere else you can go, I won’t keep you.” You gestured at the door.
Eyes narrowed, he glanced between you and the front door, back and forth, until he finally turned and walked back into your room.
. . .
Okay then.
Well, you have a guest now. Time to… be a host, I guess.
You followed him into your room and waved away his threatening glare. “I’m not staying. I’m just grabbing my bedding. I’ll be on the couch if you need me.” You pulled your blanket and pillow off the bed and headed back towards the door. “Sleep well, sir.” The door hid those red and blue eyes with a click. You sighed quietly. His staring was intense. He must really be out of it.
The couch wasn’t as comfortable as your bed as you curled up on it but it worked as intended and you started dozing quickly. You set an alarm to make breakfast hopefully before your guest woke up and then let yourself pass out.
You could deal with getting him home tomorrow.
. . .
Something felt… off.
You slowly woke up and groaned, not ready to start the day. There was something different today wasn’t there? You couldn’t remember.
Rubbing your face, you opened your eyes and froze.
Oh yeah.
You had a guest.
And he was staring at you.
Again.
You blinked at the two eyelights above you in the darkness. What time was it? “…Hey.”
No response. Just intense staring.
“……Can’t sleep?”
“……”
“…Uh… Are you hungry? I can whip somethin’ together real quick…”
He didn’t seem to hear you, as if he was listening to something else. Or someone else. You noticed him mumbling words under his breath that you couldn’t quite hear.
“Sir?”
He blinked at you and his eyes seemed to focus on you. He didn’t answer and the staring was back.
“……Is there something I can help you with?”
“…No.”
It was your turn to blink at him. “…Are you having trouble sleeping? You seemed pretty out of it…”
“…………sleep walk…”
“Oh.” That made sense but he seemed suspicious with the way he answered that.
“…”
“…” You glanced away. “Uh, since we’re both up, would you like to eat something? I have some leftover spaghetti.” You offered.
His eyelights flickered for a moment. “……sure.”
You pulled yourself off the couch and stretched before walking into the kitchen. Checking your phone, it was 5am. At least you didn’t have work today. You pulled the spaghetti out of the fridge, put it in a bowl, and popped it in the microwave. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as it spun.
“……You really aren’t scared.” Came the voice of your guest behind you. “What if I’m a murderer?”
You yawn. “I’d figure it out… besides, you’re pretty chill all things considered.”
“………You’re crazy.”
“So I’ve been told. I’m not crazy though. People my age just aren’t as relaxed as I am. I don’t see a reason to freak out over something so simple. You’re a guest. I’m a host. Simple as that.”
The only sound was the microwave “vrrr”ing until it finally reached 0:01. You popped it open before it could beep and offered the bowl and a fork to your guest.
He looked at it and then back at you. “……You’re not eating?”
Sigh. “I’m not hungry right now, it’s too early. And I only have one fork. So unless you’re up for sharing-”
He took the spaghetti and fork out of your hands and sat at the small table. His arms curled around the spaghetti as if he expected you to take it from him. Unfortunately, you couldn’t muster up enough energy to laugh but you still thought it was funny so you smirked. “You act like your brother steals your food.”
He glanced to the side and then back at you. “……Kind of.”
Sounded interesting. You sat at the table with a sigh. It seemed out of character for Papyrus to steal food. Especially from family. “How is Papyrus doing?”
“……” He glanced to the side again as if something caught his attention. “…He’s fine.”
You frowned. Odd. He almost sounded… sad. “…Did something happen?”
He shook his head and sat back, pushing the empty bowl away. “Nothing. Don’t ask about it.”
You watched him stand. “…Okay. I won’t push.” You picked up his dish and started washing it. “Feel free to do whatever until morning. Unless you want me to drive you home now? I’m okay with that if you-…” You turned around and he wasn’t there.
Maybe he’d gone back to bed.
You check your room and it’s empty. He’d vanished as if her was never there. The only proof you had were the dishes in your sink.
You rubbed at your eyes. It wasn’t worth stressing about. He probably teleported away while your back was turned. You went back to bed and slept in. Answers could wait until tomorrow.
FELLAS???
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The first chapter is out!
Dear lord that took a lot. More coming soon!
Hello everyone just wanted to let you all know that @blinddreams24 and I have been talking a lot and we decided to make a story with our OC'S. It started out just for fun but then grew into something more, so please join Blind and Mal on their adventures.
Fangs & Frost
What started out as Blind and Mal/Mallory hanging out and having fun slowly became something more as time went on. Blind gets a glimpse at Mal’s dark past and Mal discovers that Blind isn’t living the life she acts like she is.
On this journey, we follow these adoptive sisters as they try to free each other from their past.
Oh and Nightmare, Swad, and Nightjar tag along.
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greetings
i forgot my password for a while and now i am back
and what a lovely day it is to inform you that unless this post gets one thousand notes i will indeed NOT be drawing killer in the maid outfits anons keep sending me
There is of course the "dragon snake"....
Soooo a dragon snake, made dragon?
The ridges made me think of the Great Wall so I kinda turned him into just a giant snake. Sorry if you don’t like it.
Also, not coloring it because it’s late here.
a sea eagle dragon
(One of my most favourite bird ever)
Didn’t know what to do with its legs so I made it a portrait.
I hope you like it!