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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!

That one time I accidentally made wine in college

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 2. Cross

Inspired by @starzeah123

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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.

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