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Bite-Sized: Lost Part 2

I forgot to post this on tumblr!! I'm so sorryyyy 😭😭😭

I'm planning on updating Bite-Sized some time soon, so I knew I had to catch it up on my tumblr

Here's the final part of B-S: Lost

Everything was white. Now, that wasn't an unusual statement, given that the brothers lived in Snowdin, but the white here felt... aggressive. Like it was waiting to each the child whole. Papy wasn't here either. The child gripped the tails of his scarf after he stumbled to his feet. He was wearing those dumb pink boots and feeling more than a bit foolish. The Underground was very small and it wasn't easy to get lost. Unless you got to close to Temmie Village. He always got lost around Temmie Village. Luckily, there was a very simple trick for finding your way around Snowdin. Just walk! Eventually you'll hit a path, or tree, or monster, or even the walls of the Underground! Or wind up outside of Snowdin, but it wasn't that hard to just go back in.

So the small skeleton child started to wander. Deeper and deeper he went into the nothingness. He didn't know how much time was passing, or even if it was. The more he walked, the more he feared he had left the Underground entirely. If worst came to worst, Papy would find him and he'd be grounded until the barrier was broken. The boy shook his head and continued forward. No, he'd find his way back home. He'd done it hundreds of times before.

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"dude. i'm telling you, boss speaks in capitals. he's totally the papyrus of him and dream."

"the hell? no he doesn't. both him and dream just have normal monster speak. they don't even have specific fonts." Dust cuffed Killer on the head.

"dream said that he didn't speak like that until after ink found him. so nighty is the paps," The Sans puffed out his chest as if he had just spilled some great secret of the multiverse. Dust groaned.

"you don't even talk to dream,"

"well, dream told ink, and ink told error. error told me."

"ink's memory cannot be trusted." Dust growled out. The two stopped walking when they came across a splash of black in an otherwise barren wasteland of white. "speaking of ink," Killer stared at the spot of paint that had clearly once been a portal. "where do you think he went?"

"knowing him? probably off on some adventure with "broomie" or some shit." That got a laugh out of Dust. "hey, you think he's still around?" Dust shrugged. "if he is and i catch him-"

"no."

"but-"

"no." Dust sighed. "last time i made a bet with you, i was doing your chores for a month," The shorter skeleton glared. Killer wore a too-wide grin that promised only mischief.

"it'll be different this time, honest," He held one hand over his heart and another in the air. Dust huffed and shoved past him. "if i find him, you owe me a set of knives from that market au, the one with the giants. and if i don't, i hop over to that little alchemist au you like so much and get you... um..."

"if it's the ingredients for napalm, again, i'm torching your room,"

"i'll get you the stuff for those smoke bombs you're always making crossy," Killer stuck his hand out. Dust looked at it warily before finally deciding to shake it. Killer whooped and ran off. Dust shook his head. Missions with Killer were always something. He was loud and obnoxious, but also highly effective in battle. Though he has a horrible habit of not looking before he leaps. Cross and Nightmare were both far better mission partners, and Epic when the guy was around. But because Nightmare was a literal deity and Cross himself was a highly trained guard, as well as an out code, they went on solo missions more often than not.

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Killer hadn't expected Dust to follow him. He was probably the laziest of the Sanses that Nightmare kept around. If he could avoid walking, he would. And it wasn't like Dust was the one looking for Ink.

Staring down at the small child, Killer was kind of wishing he had dragged Dust with him.

"sooo," Killer started, grabbing the kid's attention. His face was... off-putting, to say the least. The gaping hole on top and glowing red eyelight was starting to freak Killer out, just a little bit. Not that he'd ever tell anyone. Besides, this was a kid, what's the worst that could happen. The kid looked up, tilting his head in a puppy-like manner. "whatcha doin' out here on your own?" The kid fiddled with his scarf tails. Oh man. Killer really hoped he hadn't lost his Papyrus. "lookin' for your bro?" The child regarded the question for a moment before nodding. "cool. cool." There was a moment of silence. "you got a name?" No response. "know how you got here?" Still nothing. Killer was betting on the bugger having fallen through Ink's portal. Or maybe he was just an outcode. At least he was on the right track. Maybe. Killer was sorely tempted to abandon the child, a perfect set of knives was on the line here. Worst came to worst, he could just pick the child up on his way back. So he left without any moral qualms.

Dust, on the other hand, had been slowly following Killer, not trusting him to not do something stupid. He was far behind the target-souled Sans, but Killer stopped long enough for Dust to have nearly caught up. Which means he saw the idiot up and leave the kid. Dust quickened his pace and approached the child.

"hey buddy," Dust said softly, kneeling to be on the child's level. "you doing okay?" The kid looked back to where Killer had gone. "don't mind him. i'm dust." Dust stuck out a hand. The kid shook it. His hands were so small and felt fragile and flaky, almost like he had been starved. "what's your name?" There was a moment of silence.

"h-horror?" The kid, Horror, sounded uncertain. Dust couldn't correct the kid, he didn't know if his name was Sans or even something else entirely.

"well horror, do you mind if i pick you up? i gotta catch up to my friend before he goes and does something dumb," Horror giggled and nodded. Dust gently scooped the child into his arms and tried to ignore just how light he was. Horror yawned and snuggled into Dust's scarf, eyes fluttering shut. Dust smiled at the kid before turning to where Killer had disappeared to and frowned. That bastard had a lot to answer for.