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The First Chapter Is Out!
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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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.”
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…
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