Wait Weren't We Moots Already? I Forgor

wait weren't we moots already? I forgor

Oh yeah

I forgor aswel

Too tired to finish

Night 3 won’t come out for another day… sorry…

Good night…

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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.

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.