Wait Weren't We Moots Already? I Forgor

wait weren't we moots already? I forgor

Oh yeah

I forgor aswel

That one time I accidentally made wine in college

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!

Monster Under the Bed

Night 4. Killer

Inspired by @starzeah123

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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.

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Monster Under the Bed

Night 3. Horror

Inspired by @starzeah123

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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.