One-shots or Fanfics: You Decide!

by AlexWolfDragon

Summary:

This series of works will consist of random one-shots inspired by a great many things! After each one-shot, you, dear readers, get to decide two things! Whether that one-shot becomes a fanfic or stays a one-shot, and what the next one is based off of!

So at the end of each one-shot please comment either "One-shot" or "Fanfic." If you have a song or something you want me to base the next one off of then simply comment your suggestion!

Please keep in mind that any one-shot turned into a fanfic will include multiple AUs as I can't write a fanfic with just one set anymore. Thus is my curse.

Notes:

This was written on February 12, 2022. Clearly, it was inspired by my urge to be cheesy and write a Valentine's Day themed one-shot.

Chapter 1: Valentine's Kiss (Officially a Fanfic!)

 

 

I was never one for enjoying Valentine's Day. Even though I adored chocolate and craved affection like it was the rarest thing to ever exist, the holiday did nearly nothing but put me in a slump.

It could be because no one ever cared enough to ask me to be their valentine, or the shameful envy I felt in my soul at all the couples that could revel in their boundless exchanges of kisses and hugs and snuggles.

Either way, I knew that this year's Valentine's Day would be the same as all the rest. I'd buy some chocolate themed snacks, watch rom-coms all night, and then end the night holding myself and wishing there was someone who would trap me in their embrace instead.

"KISSES FOR SALE! ONE DOLLAR PER KISS!"

The booming exclamation pulled my attention from my depressing thoughts, leading my gaze to a tall skeleton monster at a handmade stall. It was white with the word "kisses" painted in all caps in hot pink along with some upside down hearts.

Three paper signs were pinned to the left support beam. The first was red with $10 scratched out, the second was yellow with $5 scratched out, and the one on top was a soft pink with $1 and "LIMITED TIME" written below it.

The skeleton was wearing bright red gloves and an equally soft pink shirt with "LOVER BOY" written on it in sharpie. He was flipping a mini white sign that was hanging off the right support beam that said "OPEN" with mini hot pink upside down hearts drawn around it.

He radiated pure cinnamon roll energy as he grinned and waved at each passing potential customer. In spite of this, many ignored him or gave him strange looks.

To be fair many wouldn't really pay for a kiss, not even me, but the sight of him and that brilliant smile put a swarm of warm fuzzies in my stomach that made me flush.

Whether it was my desperate desire for affection or the odd compulsion to his very image, I approached his stall while grasping the strap to my satchel tightly in my wool gloved hands.

"WHY HELLO MISS! HOW MANY KISSES CAN I GET YOU TODAY!"

His voice was much louder in person, but the very sound put a warmth in my chest that banished the chill of the winter air.

"Um, just one please."

My voice was soft, an abnormality in of itself, but something about him made me feel breathless.

"ONE KISS COMING RIGHT UP!"

I could feel my heart in my throat as I closed my eyes, my grip on the strap becoming impossibly tight.

"HERE YOU ARE! ONE HERSHEY KISS! ENJOY!"

My eyes snapped open, landing on a small piece of chocolate sitting innocently on the surface of the stall. I looked back up at him, to his proud face and my cheeks took on a whole new level of pink.

He meant chocolate!

Chocolate!

Not an actual kiss!

I'm so stupid!!!!

I covered my burning cheeks in embarrassment as I wished I could just vanish in the depths of the void of space.

Why me?

"MISS? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

A small squeak slipped past my lips from being startled, my gaze landing on his concerned expression that made me fumble for my wallet.

"I-I'm fine! The cold's just getting to me a little."

Soft chuckles of embarrassment fill the air as his facial features eased, but his sockets still expressed concern.

"PERHAPS YOU SHOULD STOP SOMEPLACE WARM. YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO CATCH A COLD!"

The flush returns to my cheeks, but more from appreciation than any type of shame as I pull out a dollar. "Thanks for worrying about me."

A bright grin takes over his features as he takes the offered bill. "YOU ARE QUITE WELCOME MISS!"

A sudden idea comes to mind that I'm sure is going to send me to hell in a handbasket if it works, but he's just too sweet and not gonna lie, I'm a bit greedy for the warmth he radiates in my heart.

As he looks down to put the bill under the surface of the stall I lean forward and plant a gentle kiss against his cheekbone. He stiffens at the feeling of my lips meeting the surface of his bone.

I slowly pull away and we stare at each other with only an inch between us. A soft orange glow is spread across his nasal ridge and cheekbones. It was so beautiful and mesmerizing that I didn't acknowledge the look he was giving me or the pink on my own cheeks.

It took a moment, but I eventually pulled back. Shuffling my feet, my eyes never left the soft orange of his face as I muttered, "There's the um, there's the tip."

My mumbled response seemed to snap him out of his stupor of simply staring at me with that light glow. Yet he didn't say a word, the glow simply grew to be blinding.

Not wanting the awkwardness to grow any further I grabbed the little piece of chocolate and started to walk away.

Why did I do that!

He must think I'm so weird!

Ugh, I hate myself!!!!

"WAIT!!!"

The sudden exclamation made me stumble to a stop. Turning around, the skeleton from the stall was standing there a tad winded, like he bolted to me as fast as he could.

He shuffled on his feet, fiddling with his gloves as he took a moment. I waited patiently and was rewarded with a shy request that filled my entire being with happy butterflies.

"WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO GRAB SOME HOT CHOCOLATE OR SOMETHING?"

Chapter 2: Grief

Summary:

WARNING!!!! GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF STABBING!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

Notes:

This was made on July 21, 2022.
It is based off the song "Running Up That Hill" by Kate Bush.
Suggested by ShadtheArtist.

 

It was late in the night when he got the call that made his soul stop. She was supposed to be getting ready for bed if not asleep already. Yet he heard her screaming and a yells and the pounding of wood.

He didn't even think as he teleported straight to her neighborhood, and that, inevitably, sealed everything. He had used too much magic teleporting what would normally be a two hour drive. His breaths were labored, and he already felt exhausted but he didn't care.

If he could he'd be running up the road, be running up that hill, and be running right up to the building that she never called home. However, with the depleted magic he struggled severely, making it almost an exaggeration to call it a jog.

His mind flooded with memories, as if his life was flashing before his sockets. Of all the times she'd flinch at touch, be reluctant to go home, that she persisted to go out rather than chill, whenever she paled at a certain ringtone, and all the other signs he should have picked up on.

He was a Judge, a master at reading people, but he couldn't put something so obvious together?! How could he be so blind! The underground was filled with this type of violence, so why didn't he make the damn connection!

The screams could be heard even before he reached the porch. Despite wanting to just use a blaster to decimate the door, he could only bang his fist against it due to his depleted magic.

"Valerie! Valerie let me in! i'm here, let me in!"

Either she couldn't hear him or couldn't get to him, but it didn't matter when the screams suddenly halted. With all the strength he could muster, he kicked down the door to a sight he wished was unreal.

Valerie stood there, eyes wide, mouth agape as she stared at him in shock. The tip of a knife could vaguely be seen sticking out of her stomach, having been plunged deep into her back. The culprit of such carnage was a face identical to the one who stared back at him in such fear.

It was Valerie's twin sister.

She glared hard at him before aggressively ripping the knife out of Valerie. As she fell, he was quick to catch her. A cocktail of panic, rage, confusion, and desperation overwhelmed him as he used the last of his spare magic to skewer the twin instantly.

He didn't care about that demon though as he focused on trying to stall the bleeding. He quickly took off his jacket, the white fur at the end already turning pink, as he pressed it against her back.

With every fiber of his being he wished that he was still able to wield healing magic, but no one was capable of that anymore.

"I- I can't- I can't believe she hated- hated me so much…"

"shhh, darling. save your strength."

He called his brother, hanging up after the first ring to signal to him that he needed help. The blood was spreading still, seeping through his jacket and onto his lap and the floor.

"We- We both matter, don't- don't we?"

"of course darling. why-"

"Then- Then promise me. Promise me you'll- you'll live and- and take care of yourself."

"darling-"

"It's- It's just you and- and me."

He hesitated. He hadn't made promises in years and he hadn't planned to for the rest of his life, but his soul acknowledged that this would be the last thing she would ever ask for him and made him speak before he could think.

"i promise."

All she did was smile. No words of goodbye, or a heartbreaking "I love you" that you typically heard in films. No. Her heart, which beat as if there was thunder within, no longer made a pulse.

And in that moment his mind caught up with his soul in knowing, knowing that she was gone.

And it sent him spiraling.

His phalanges dug into her arms as he held her tight and started to shake her. Eyelights were practically pinpricks within his widened and sunken sockets. His usually soft tone became loud and desperate cries and yells.

"come on baby! stay with me! please! come on darling!"

He never wanted it before, but he wished he had the ability to RESET. To steal this moment and throw it to the void so it never happened.

"come on angel wake up! don't die on me- come on darling please!"

Gradually, his yells became softer, transforming into rib shuddering sobs that shook his entire frame. The more he settled from desperation, the more he sunk into depression.

All he could do was sit there, wondering a million "what ifs" and questioning everything he could have done to prevent what had transpired. One such thought constructed itself as his gaze shifted towards the knife that sat below the still skewered corpse of Valerie's sister.

What if he exchanged the experience? What if he took his own life, stabbing himself straight through the ribs? He'd be with her, and not have to feel such crushing pain.

In hindsight, he wondered why this death hurt him so much more than any other. Even when he watched his brother and those few he called friends die repeatedly during the genocide runs he never felt this way.

Maybe it was because this death was permanent.

Those thoughts weren't allowed to continue as his brother burst through the door. His whip was well in hand, but it vanished upon the sight before him.

That rare sight of pure fear on his brother's face reminded him. It reminded him of his promise, about how he mattered, and that he'd take care of himself and live.

It was the last thing he could do for her.

Other than bury her.

 

 

 

Flowers were held securely within his hands, a sigh escaping him as he began his trek. The journey across the field was painful and slow. He wasn't sure if he had it in him to make it, but knew that he had to.

For himself if nothing else.

At his destination was a tree, large and alone as it swayed in the breeze. He sat down, taking the moment to rest, and placed the carnations before the headstone.

"it's been a year and darling, gotta say, i'm still a lil peeved at ya. I know you didn't wanna hurt me by telling me the truth, but that bullet of pain lies deep. "

He closed his eyes and felt the wind rustle against his new jacket, one he got out of Valerie's closet after the fact. He couldn't bring himself to wear his old one. The image of it being soaked in her blood wouldn't stop haunting him even after every trace was removed.

"Milord and i keep getting into fights. i keep telling him what happened doesn't hurt me, not wanting to really talk about it, which makes me a hypocrite, i know, but I'm not ready to talk about it.

"he didn't even know we were seeing each other, so it's understandable why he pushes so hard. 'm sure me keeping it from him hurt and he wants to understand, but when he pushes too hard i end up snapping."

His hand scratched at his skull in relative shame with an expression of guilt to match. "today, when i was leaving to see ya, he pushed too hard so i asked him if he truly wants to feel how it feels. to lose a soul mate. i dunno why i said it. i wouldn't wish that pain on my worst enemy."

He leaned back, his hands deep in the grass as he stared at the sky. Silence dragged on as he watched the clouds going by, allowing rust orange tears to fall from his sockets.

"and honestly? if i could, i'd make a deal with whatever god you have and make him swap our places if that would bring you back to me."

Notes:

This one honestly could've gone in many different directions from it being about Flowerfell Sans and Frisk, to the character dying via disease or taking their own life. Regardless, I hope you liked Grief! What should I write about next?

And what do you think? Should it stay a one-shot or be turned into a fanfic?

Chapter 3: Among Us

Summary:

In which Sans is scarred for life.

Notes:

This was made on March 21, 2021.
Inspired by me, who experienced this betrayal.

Forgot to post this earlier lol.

Sans was walking down the hallway towards Papyrus' room, staring down at his phone as he slowly opened the door.

"Hey Pap, lunch's-"

The words died in Sans' throat and his sockets widened when he looked up and witnessed something he wish he hadn't.

Papyrus' skull displayed the most wicked grin Sans had ever seen as he murdered a player on Among Us before reporting the body immediately after.

Papyrus chuckled lowly as his expression twisted into a mischievous smirk, casually typing the location of the body.

Sans reeled in shock though when Papyrus' face swiftly changed to an innocent one that resembled the colon and three (:3) as he pressed a button and a separate screen popped up.

In the screen sat Ella with her jaw dropped in disbelief, but her smile was still there. Her long flowing galaxy hair rested over her shoulders, bangs held back by her deer themed headphones like a headband.

Ella was wearing a black top and a fluffy white open cardigan. Although it wasn't in full view, her high-waisted, teal plaid skirt could be glimpsed at the bottom of the small screen.

Ella's voice echoed in the room as Papyrus had yet to buy himself a headset. "Did you seriously just kill me? I thought we promised we weren't going to do that!"

Papyrus blinked twice with false innocence, fluttering imaginary eyelashes as he responded. "I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT YOU MEAN! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WOULD NEVER KILL AN ALLY!"

Ella crossed her arms in the small screen, falling back against her game chair as she became amusedly offended. "Can't believe I trusted you."

"NYEH HEH HEH HEH!"

Sans slowly backed out of the room, closing the door silently as he stared at the floor in horror. It was official.

He was scarred for life.

Notes:

Fanfic or remain a One-shot?
What should the next one be based off of?

Chapter 4: Honest

Summary:

WARNING!!!
DEPICTIONS OF: ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, GRAPHIC MURDER, AND GRAPHIC CHILD LOSS!!!
VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Notes:

This was written on July 27, 2021.
This was inspired by the song "Honest" by Nico Collins.
I thought of it while walking to lunch between college classes while listening to it.

Also, fair warning, this one is structured differently compared to the others.

Scenes Imagined From Lyrics

Lyrics in bold

 

Maybe it's the way I was born and raised.

Red described his underground to Classic.

 

Cut off my emotion to survive my days.

Red explained what he did to survive down there, and how he carried those habits to the surface.

 

Now I see people as a way to get by.

He describes how when he met her, Red intended to use her after she helped him. Telling Classic what his intentions were and everything. Essentially how he was gonna use her and play with her emotions. She didn't know who he was or what he did back then.

 

All I gotta do is find the truth in my lies.

He mentions how he slowly realized that his lies to himself, about how she was only a tool, were slowly revealing that he actually cared about her and even loved her. Surprised when she said yes to him asking her out.

 

Five months later, you're still around.

Red tells Classic about the day that she found out that he was a mass criminal. Red and her were in their home together. She was on the couch smiling tiredly and turning on the TV while Red was coming into the room with breakfast in hand while laughing at something she said.

 

You should be embarrassed by the way I let you down.

The TV announces how Red has committed another atrocious crime as she flips past the news channel. Her flipping back and staring at the screen, looking up at Red with sadness, shock, and disbelief, who couldn't hide his expression of shame in time.

 

Making excuses for you and not me.

She tells him that it's alright. It's her fault she hadn't noticed. That she hadn't tried to show him the positives of humanity after hearing his story. That she should've gotten them to move to someplace more quiet and secluded where they could relax and he wouldn't have opportunities to fall on his Underground habits.

 

Blame it on yourself cuz you're too afraid to leave.

As she says all these excuses she looks down to the side, holding her chest where her soul is and aching. She's scared that she'll lose him and he can see it, but doesn't go to reassure her as he gives her a blank expression, listening to her ramble with raging guilt.

 

You keep saying that you're needing me.

Red will mention to Classic how there were many times since then, weeks later, that she would try to tell him that she needs him around more. That she simply needed him, with no context, with an expression of conflict on her face whenever he tried to leave to commit more crimes. But he'd ignore her and leave, hoping that she'll eventually go as he was already starting to establish distance between them.

 

See me for the man that you swear I'll be.

Following with how he'd catch her talking to herself about how much of a good person Red was when he came home without her knowing. He'd talk about how he'd stand there, listening with a broken soul as he determined that he had to get her to leave. He had to protect her.

 

But you ain't gonna know me the way I do.

With Classic giving him an expression of confusion, Red will mention how things were getting a lot more heated. Talking about how there were more fights, more threats, the possibilities of war coming, and how Red was a major target at the time, putting a target on everyone he cared about.

 

I'll never give it up on a life for two.

He couldn't stop and run though. If he tried, it'd become apparent that she was a weakness to him, and he would never leave Edge behind. He had considered running off with both of them, but knew that he couldn't with how big the targets were on both him and Edge. So he had made the choice to do whatever he could to chase her away, in his warped perspective of protecting her.

 

Gun to my head and you know you can't help me.

He first tried to make her feel like he was suicidal, too much for her to emotionally handle. Staring at the barrel of a gun, acting like he was gonna pull the trigger when he heard her coming to check on him. He had planned on grazing his skull to scare her, what he didn't expect was for her to push his hand away from his skull in a rush, the bullet going through the side wall. When he saw how terrified she was, thought of her scream when she pushed his hand, how she was sobbing in his lap, and how tightly she was holding onto him, he promised to himself to never try that method again. Especially when she could've been hurt instead.

 

Another in my bed and you know you can't help me.

His next attempt was bringing women home and having her catch him cheating on her. That attempt didn't last long either. It made him more sick to let anyone other than her touch him, and whenever she did catch him, the pain in his soul would be so intense that he'd kick the woman out the moment she left the house in tears.

 

Took another hit and you know you can't help me.

His next attempt, that was the most affective, was letting himself get hit a few times. To let himself earn bruises and new scars so she would see him and become scared for him while also making her angry because it'd be obvious to her what he had come home from. He was hoping the stress of it all would make her leave. Instead, it resulted in her mothering him as she made sure he was taken care of before getting into verbal fights with him that would become rather intense by the end.

 

So just go yeah, just go.

Red would describe how he'd hope with each attempt, each action, whenever she went out the door, that she wouldn't come back ever again. But she always did, acting like everything was fine.

 

I don't understand why you're so forgiving.

He would then describe how she'd always return to their bed by the end of the day, to his side, telling him she forgave him. She'd continue to hug him, make him laugh, kiss him, make him food, worry for him, and it was only driving him crazy with the urgency to push her away. Becoming more terrified that she'd get in the crossfire.

 

Caught me red-handed but you still won't listen.

He'd try to argue with her. Ask her why she'd come back and attempt to antagonize her into more fights. With more fake toxicity so she would just leave and be safe. Away from him. But she would never listen to those arguments. She'd only smile at him and just hold him, their souls close in the embrace, which would make him sigh and nuzzle her every time. Unintentionally signaling to her that he didn't actually want to fight her and make her upset.

 

You know what I told you since the day we started, "I'll always be Honest."

He would talk about how she would softly quote what Red said to her when they had started dating. Back then she asked him if he'd ever lie to her about what's really important and he replied with, "I'll always be honest." And ever since Red started fighting with her, trying to push her away, she'd quote him once they calmed down and hugged one another. He'd flinch each time, realizing again and again that she knew he was lying to her, but he wouldn't confide in her. He refused to, still believing pushing her away was the only way to protect her.

 

From here it's more scene descriptions of the memories rather than what Red would talk about.

 

The cops are at your door and they ask you where I am.

Two human police officers knock on her door, and she waves for Red to hide as she answers. When they ask where he is, they lean forward and tell her not to lie, that they know he lives there because they have video footage that indicated as much.

 

You paint a puzzled face and you lie for me again.

She would look at them with confusion and tell them that she had no idea what they were talking about since she lived alone. She would also appear concerned, making her tone sound the same as she'd ask them if they thought that he was stalking her without her knowing, pretending to be worried.

 

Risking your life like you do a hundred times.

Red would watch with gritted teeth while hidden. His desperateness to push her away  increasing, along with his rage, as one of the cops would lean against the door and point their gun at her and demand that she tell the truth. That they know that the two had been "shacking up" for awhile now. She'd look the cop dead in the eye and warn him with her eyes, her soul projecting magic in them unintentionally with her instinct to protect Red building in her. The sight would scare them away, with them yelling that they'd be back.

 

Eventually you're gonna take the fall for my crimes.

There would have been some monsters who had some beef with Red watching from a distance, having followed the corrupt officers. They would smirk as they watched her close the door after the cops were fully out of sight. They'd smirk at each other, a shared thought between them.

 

Slam the door and look me in the eye.

She would slam the door in anger, whipping around to face Red who had moved to the center of the room. The anger was mostly aimed at the officers, but she was also angry that he was constantly in danger. That he wouldn't just stop and leave with her. The magic wouldn't be in her eyes anymore as she wasn't aiming to attack, just to vent.

 

Screaming this is gonna be the last time.

"I can't do this anymore Sans! This is the last time! I'm not just gonna sit back and watch you kill yourself!" While she's yelling, she's holding her stomach, sobs breaching beyond her lips as her voice cracks on the last few words. Red would stare at her with so much pain as she finally broke, like he wanted, and instantly regretted it.

 

You're tired of me taking advantage.

"I'm so tired Sans…" She holds her stomach tighter, and Red believes that it's because she's just trying to hold herself together. He knows he's been taking advantage of her forgiveness. He knows that even though he's supposed to push her away, but he uses her forgiveness as an excuse to get that 'one last hug' or that 'one last kiss' and the guilt of this eats him alive.

 

So I cry and you pay for the damage.

He examines her, taking note of her stressed and exhausted appearance as she basically crumples. She's now looking at the ceiling, and he can feel that their bond is wavering and the very thought, the very feeling, pushes him into sobs of his own. Instantly, she snaps to attention and the bond is resealed, stronger than ever. She rushes to him and embraces him tightly, in a manner that Red returns instantly. He knows that this is just gonna make it worse when he goes to push her away later, but he makes himself believe that one night of comfort wouldn't hurt.

 

Gun to my head and you know you can't help me.

Red starts to get more aggressive with their fights. At this point, he doesn't care if she's terrified of him or hates him. He just wants her gone and safe. Sometimes he acts manic, grabbing the gun from before and pointing it at his head. He'd yell about how tempting it is to pop a bullet through his skull, to just leave this kill or be killed world. She'd scream at him and cry and plead before he'd finally toss it to the side in fake frustration or before she could snatch it from his hands and throwing it across the room.

 

Another in my bed and you know you can't help me.

Another type of fight was in attempts to demean her. To make her feel worthless and unloved. To make her want to leave. It hurt his soul to say such horrid things, but he was a good actor. He put on a smirk and would tell her how many other better looking women out there that would be able to satisfy his needs far better than she ever would be capable. He'd lie about all the women he spent his nights with when he didn't come home till late. These typically ended with him restraining from going after her as she'd run off to their shared room to sob for the night. Being too stunned every time to even say a word back at him.

 

Took another hit and you know you can't help me.

Every time he got injured, he'd blame her. Tell her it was because she made him weak, that she made him vulnerable. He'd talk about how close his HP was to zero and how she would be the reason he dusted in the end. These ended with her patching him up before going to lay down while holding her stomach. He realized she did this a whole lot more lately, but never commented on it. Figuring it was a coping mechanism.

 

So just go yeah, just go.

Almost every time things got especially heated, he'd yell at her to go. To just fucking go and get away from his toxic house and his toxic ass life because he wasn't changing. That she either dealt with it or leave.

 

I don't understand why you're so forgiving.

Whenever this happened, her face would relax and she would hold him even if he tried to get away. She'd squeeze him, tell him she forgave him even though she looked so tired and that she loved him.

 

Caught me red handed but you still won't listen.

It'd be in this moment that he'd realize that she caught him lying again. He'd try to say horrid things to her and push her away, but she wouldn't budge or listen. Just held him tighter and kissed any inch of his skull or bones she could reach. Whispering sweet nothings that would make him eventually collapse in her hold with a tired sigh of his own.

 

I told you since the day we first started, "I'll always be Honest."

One day she whispered his words into his ear after she forgave him. It made him clench his sockets shut painfully and he pushed her away forcefully. He'd yell at her, telling her it was all a lie. That everything they were, that everything good she believed about him was a lie. This was a last ditch effort. He screamed with everything he had and she screamed back in desperation more than anger. Knowing he wasn't telling the truth, and simply wanting him to be honest with her.

 

When it gets heavy you break down and say, "Why are you heartless, who made you this way?"

Eventually they both are huffing and staring at each other across the room. She asks him the question with pleading eyes, wondering what could have brought on this intense change in the past couple months. She's gripping her stomach again.

 

I stare at you vacantly, right through your face.

His eyelights jerk up to focus on her face before going fuzzy. All his fears, all his nightmares of her getting hurt or killed because of his world, the world he was stuck in, the world he dragged her into, it made him speechless.

 

I draw a blank. I-I-I draw a blank.

No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with a valid reason that would explain it to her without making her want to stay even more. His mind whirred, trying to come up with excuses, but only became angrier as his skull remained empty. She started to approach, wanting to comfort him and hold him. Hoping that she could finally coax him into talking to her.

 

Throwing my shit because you don't understand.

As he sees her approaching he snaps at her. Yelling at her in such a rage that she had never witnessed. It wasn't directed towards her though, but towards himself. He was so pissed that he kept failing at protecting her.

 

The reasons behind why I am who I am.

He continued to scramble for an answer, something, but couldn't think of anything. He couldn't tell her the reason to why he was still the way he was. Why he was treating her this way and why he wouldn't just run away with her.

 

You beg for the answer you know I don't have.

She becomes more than a little scared. Worried not for herself, but for the two loves of her life, holding her stomach tighter as she tried to get Red's attention. "Sans please! Please tell me what's wrong! Why are you being like this!"

 

I draw a blank. I-I-I draw a blank.

With her desperate words and his whirring angry thoughts, his magic starts to accumulate with his emotions. The tension continues to grow until Red turns to her and bellows "SHUT UP!"

 

Crash!

His magic bursts towards her, but only grazes her as it breaks the glass of the window behind her. They both stare at each other stunned for a moment. Before Red can say a word, she runs out of the house, her legs taking her away before she could think to stay and reassure him. Although he desperately wants to chase after her, he restrains himself as he believes he finally fulfilled his duty. His promise. She's safe now. She left. She's no longer in danger.

 

Gun to my head and you know you can't help me.

His relief was quickly squandered as he heard a scream soon after she left. Her scream. He teleported out of the house faster than he could think. What he saw chilled his bones, but he covered his fear with an expression of indifference. There were about five monsters surrounding him, one of which holding a gun to her scalp. He threatens to shoot her if he tries to fight back. Red responds with a laugh and a smirk, telling him that he didn't give a fuck what they did.

 

Another in my bed and you know you can't help me.

With Red's reaction, the monster holding her smirked, pressing her body closer to his. He talks about how he could just take her then. Commenting snidely that she smelled extremely intoxicating, and would probably taste just as good. He would then lick her cheek, which would illicit an unintentional disgusted shudder from her that would make Red snap. A sharpened bone would go through the monster's head, dusting him immediately, and making her collapse to the ground as the other monsters attacked Red.

 

Took another hit and you know you can't help me.

She would be on the ground, holding her stomach and collecting herself before looking up. She'd see that Red was being swarmed and panic would shoot through her as her eyes darted between the three remaining monsters, Red dusting another one as she collected herself. With Red's back turned, he didn't see the third, smaller monster sneaking up behind him with a magic produced javelin.

 

So just go yeah, just go.

She screamed his name with fear, not thinking as she rushed forward from the ground. Red, having heard her scream, turned around only for his sockets to widen in horrific shock. Right as he turned, the monster with the javelin had thrusted upwards and stabbed her through the stomach. She stumbles backwards into his arms and she stares up at him in shock, "S-Sans?" In this moment, Red completely snaps with unequivocal fury and killed the remainder of the monsters in an instant, fat read tears streaming down his cheekbones.

 

I don't understand why you're so forgiving.

He'll be staring down at her, holding her close, his eyelights shuddering as they take in the gaping hole in her abdomen. She'll redirect his attention with her trembling hand that attempts to reach his cheekbone. He'll immediately grab it and hold it, connecting his gaze with hers. He'd be stunned at how she could smile in this situation, even with the evident tears streaming down her face and into her bloody, dirt covered, hair. Her expression held nothing but love.

 

Caught me red handed but you still won't listen.

"I-I know S-Sans. I know you w-were trying to pro-protect me… I-I-I hope that you f-find happ-iness one day-" She coughed, and blood spurted out, staining her chin and the collar of her shirt. Red was trembling, refusing to believe what was happening in front of him. The endless tears helping in keeping him blind to the truth of the situation. He tried to joke, "wh-wha' are ya t-talking abou' darlin'? y-ya act like you're g-goin' somewhere." Her eyes would become more soft, distant, as she weakly attempted to squeeze his hand. Red could feel it, and squeezed her hand more in response. "I-I love you, Ch-Cherry Ch-Cheeks…"

 

I told you since the day we first started, "I'll always be Honest."

As she spoke the last line, her breath left her with a soft exhale. Her eyes became dead, emotionless, as they seemed to look right past Red. It was in this moment that Red could no longer be blind to what was happening- what had happened. His sockets went black as his whole body trembled, bones rattling in terrifying pain as his soul felt like it was being torn to shreds. He wailed loudly, uncaring who heard or saw, as he held her body close, burying his skull in her bloody chest. He sat there for hours, just crying into her slowly cooling body.

 

I have betrayed you. (x2)

Red was still relatively out of it when he teleported to Edge's house with her corpse in his arms. He screamed desperately for his brother, having laid her body on the couch, refusing to take his sockets off her. It was only about a minute before Edge's bedroom door slammed open and all insults and gripes died on Edge's metaphorical tongue once he saw her body. He stared down at her bloody body, her wide empty eyes staring at him and into his sockets eerily. Edge was snapped out of it when Red, voice hoarse and cracked, weakly begged for Edge to heal her.

 

Please don't forgive me I'll do it again.

Edge's fists tightened as his grip increased. As he continued to stare at the body, the shock gradually began to fade and his anger grew with each passing second along with his devastation. "SHE'S DEAD SANS." Red would snap at him, Edge would tensely reply and when Red would go to yell at Edge again, Edge would grab Red by the collar and pull him up to his skull. With the deepest scowl Red had ever seen on his brother's face, Edge would seethe, "YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE." This is when it would sink in and Red would collapse on the floor sobbing again.

 

I have betrayed you. (x2)

Edge would begin to examine her body reluctantly. He didn't want to see the carnage, but he wanted to know what happened, and he knew Red was in no state to explain it to him. What he discovered in his inspection, made his nonexistent stomach drop. He simply stared at her stomach and the evident hole in the center. His skull emptied as he gravelly whispered something Red couldn't hear. He didn't even care what Edge said till he grabbed Red furiously by the collar again, but with more killing intent emitting from his body. His magic spilled as he yelled the same words in Red's face, "SHE WAS FUCKING PREGNANT!"

 

I'll always be Honest.

Red's skull buzzed through, sluggishly, the past four months and how desperately she had kept trying to get his attention. How often she held her stomach. How often she said she needed him. And how often he failed her. A whole new form of anguish enveloped Red as Edge dropped him, slowly coming to the horrifying thought that Red didn't know. That he didn't know. It was so obvious. Her scent, her small bump, the vague presence of a second soul-  HOW DID HE NOT FUCKING KNOW!

 

I have betrayed you. (x2)

Red grieved anew. Not only for his mate, but for his unborn child that he had selfishly neglected to take notice of till Edge blatantly shoved it in his face. He took a second look, and truly looked at her body. The signs, the clearly obvious signs, hit him like a slap of the face once he bothered to actually look. He felt so ashamed, so disappointed, so pissed that he ignored all the fucking signs!

 

Please don't forgive me I'll do it again.

Edge must've felt the same because with a whoosh, a deathly bone attack was sent towards Red. Edge kept yelling, screaming, crying, as he repeatedly told Red how he broke his promise! How it was his fault that she was dead! How he didn't deserve her- them! Neither her or the child! That he was a failure! A undeserving piece of shit that should've dusted instead of letting her die! He said more, of course, but Red doesn't exactly want to remember it all as he tells it to Classic.

 

I have betrayed you. (x2)

Red dodges all of his brother's attacks, taking his words to soul. Red believed everything that Edge said, trying to stay alive while also refusing to fight back. He didn't deserve the chance to vent his anger, only Edge did. He had more right to be furious than Red did, and besides, Red failed him just as much as he failed her. So Red allowed Edge to attack him, and strained to dodge each onslaught that was directed towards him. Imaging actually taking the blow and being able to dust so he no longer had to live with the pain. Red didn't let himself get hit though because he knew he deserved that pain.

 

I'll always be Honest.

It wasn't until Edge's magic was extremely weak after hours of attacks that Red finally let himself be hit. As he sustained such little damage, he only fell to the floor on his back. He dazedly looked to the side and his eyelights connected with the dead orbs of his mate. Mindlessly, without really thinking as he choked up, he muttered how they should bury her. Edge stiffened, but agreed reluctantly. They ended up digging her grave under the tree she used to nap under before Red and her moved out. The image of her body lying so defenseless and broken in the grave faded as the image of Classic's universe's version of her faded into view. She was in the living room playing video games with a few of the others, laughing and bumping arms with her neighbors as they played. Red glanced to his side at Classic, who stood with him back in the kitchen doorway a good few feet away. Classic's expression was horrified, but Red did warn him that it wasn't a very happy story so he couldn't find it in him to be sympathetic. "So, 'cause I wouldn' change my fuckin' ways, 'cause I wouldn' jus' listen to her, my actions got her killed. She ended up dying 'cause of me. Tha's why I won' get close to her. Tha's why Edge 's such a mother hen. Tha's why you all have to protect her. 'cause I failed and she doesn' deserve that happenin' a second time…"

Notes:

Are you all okay? I didn't scar you with this one did I?

So... Fanfic or One-shot?
Any suggestions for the next one?

Chapter 5: To Be Weak

Summary:

This one is wholesome I swear. Just give it a minute.

Notes:

This was written on August 4, 2022.
It was inspired by (Discord Server Member) who suggested the song "Little Lion Man."

Glowing red tears streaked down his skull as he wept. He ruined everything, and as a result he'd never be what he truly desired in his soul. Such a thing made him realize how cowardly he was, that he wasn't as brave as he always declared himself to be.

His thoughts were sporadic, going over every horrid thing he had done in his fears and for all the "problems" that he had created within the confines of his conflicted head. They never existed outside of himself, which only sealed his self-made fate further.

The judgement that he placed upon himself was cruel and precise, allowing him to realize, truly, how much damage he had conflicted. More than he could have calculated let alone even desired.

Only the dredges of his remaining courage even allowed him to process it all, and he couldn't take it. The fault was never hers. It was his own.

His body began to tremble, his bones clattering pathetically in an audible display of how distressed he felt.

He should have seen this coming miles away, should have learned from witnessing his own parent's relationship shatter in the same way that he had shattered his own.

All the fights and the faux issues and the imaginary scores to settle. It was as if he was a repeat of his own father, whom he never wanted to be let alone resemble.

Yet he always put on airs, just like Gaster did before he was destroyed by the project that he poured himself into making to hide the grief he took no qualms in displaying at home.

He displayed a non-existent grace to show that he was higher, better than all below him. He demonstrated a boldness that others hated for he never took other's emotions into account, and why should he?

It was a kill or be killed world.

At least, it was before the surface.

And then all that grace and all that boldness only left him standing alone amongst the wreckage of his relationship.

But what else could he do? He didn't have a role model that demonstrated anything even remotely healthy, nor did he have anyone that freely allowed themselves to display weakness so he could learn to be open and trusting.

The sudden creak of the door to his room made him tense, peeking a socket past his arms that surrounded him in a form of self-comfort.

Sans stood there, glistening red droplets of sweat forming on the side of his skull as he hesitantly entered.

"'ey boss… i uh, i 'eard wha' 'appened. wanna talk 'bout it? not that ya gotta! i jus' … i jus' wanted ta let ya know 'm 'ere for ya."

…He was wrong. Papyrus did have someone who taught him how to rely on others, to be vulnerable.

Sans always allowed himself to be weak around him. Maybe not around others, but at least to him. His brother showed that you didn't have to show that side to strangers, but it was okay to do so in front of those you love and care about.

Not that he's ever admitted to loving Sans.

…

Maybe he should… Because… what if he pushes him away too? What if he destroys their relationship for the sake of his fears?

Then… Then maybe he'd end up going after his own neck too. Biting into himself and just causing himself unneeded pain and agony that he could've spared himself if he had just… opened up.

"I LOVE YOU SANS."

His brother flinched, staring at him with wide sockets like he couldn't even believe what he just heard.

There was a small period of silence as Sans slowly eased out of his shock. His skull shaping into an expression that made Papyrus feel a tad bashful.

"i love ya too paps."

A couple days had passed before Papyrus had gained the courage to text her. He was usually a monster that preferred calling, but knew that what he wanted to say should be said in person. Knowing himself, he'd end up spilling everything over the phone as a result of his building anxiety.

To his utmost surprise, she had agreed to meet with him. However, only if it was in a public area.

The pain that condition induced to his soul was horrid, but he knew that it wasn't unjustified. So, he requested that they meet at the bench by the lake in the city park. She agreed, and that's how he ended up in this position.

As someone who generally fidgeted when anxious, Papyrus arrived at the location two hours ahead of schedule. And for the past ten minutes he's been pacing while muttering how he'd say all that he wanted to say.

A familiar bark made him twist around in surprise, finding her standing there awkwardly with her Dalmatian, Pongo, on his leash.

"YOU'RE ONE HOUR AND FIFTY MINUTES EARLY."

She fiddled with the handle of the leash, not looking him directly in the eyelights.

"Well… I figured you were going to come early so… Yeah…"

The atmosphere was extremely awkward. The only sound between the two was Pongo's happy pants as he stared up at Papyrus expectantly.

"MAY I BE PERMITTED TO PET PONGO?"

The innocent and rather unexpected question startled her, but she nodded albeit hesitantly. Her eyes were finally on him, observing as he stepped closer.

He was a mere foot away as he pet Pongo who's tongue lolled out happily at the scratches. It was like the lack of distance made him forget everything he wanted to say.

When he finally glanced up to meet her curious gaze he realized that eloquent words were not what he should proclaim to her, but rather what his soul desperately wanted to say.

"It Was Not Your Fault But Mine."

Her eyes widened and she stared at him in meek disbelief. He had never spoken so softly, never confessed when he had done something wrong.

"But It Was Your Heart On The Line."

He wasn't saying anything grand, but it still brought tears to her eyes. They silently slid down her cheeks as his expression twisted to one of anguish. His hand, not petting Pongo, lifted to caress one, gently swiping a tear with his thumb.

"I Really Fucked It Up This Time, Didn't I My Dear?"

Quiet cries and baby hiccups left her lips as she lifted her free hand to hold his. She leaned into his hand and closed her eyes, desperately trying to stifle her crying.

Papyrus lifted his other hand, resting it on the back of her head to pull it against his chest so she could cry all she liked without garnering much attention.

He lowered his skull, mere inches away from the crown of her head, sockets closed in heartache.

"I Don't Expect Nor Ask For Your Forgiveness, But Would You Grant Me Another Chance? I… I Am Willing To Be Weak Around You. I Want To Be Weak Before You. My Soul Desires Nothing More Than To Stay By Your Side For The Rest Of My Living Days."

He pulled back so he could meet her eyes. She was a mess of tears and snot, but he still saw her as the most beautiful soul in the world.

"So Would You Permit Me To Stay Beside You? To Love You And Be Loved By You?"

She whimpered before launching herself into his arms, hugging him tightly as she nodded her head vigorously.

The relief Papyrus felt was insurmountable as he held her close, careful to not hurt her. He could never be more grateful than he was now.

Of course, sweet moments aren't permitted to last when you have pets.

Pongo leaped up, barking, and knocked over the pair. Whilst on the ground, she couldn't help laughing her heart out. Papyrus on the other hand was being assaulted with licks and screaming profanities all the while.

Notes:

I TOLD YOU ALL IT WOULD BE WHOLESOME BY THE END!!!

Sorry for scarring you (if I did) with Honest though. I hope this makes up for it.

O or F?

Chapter 6: Best Friends

Summary:

This is eternal fluff.

Notes:

This was written on November 9, 2022.
It is based off the song "Ivory Keys" by Amanda Fagan.
Suggested by Chaos_soul_guard.
Since I used a different nickname than what's typically associated with him, please refer to end notes to know which skeleton I'm referring to.

He sighed as he turned off his phone, feeling as if the happiness was leaving his soul. They cancelled on him again. So much for starting a band, for even being friends at that. It was as if they were stringing him along for no other reason than to keep him occupied.

He knew those at the house were cautious of him, and he was cautious of them too, feeling like he couldn't be himself even if he wanted to. It was like he had to wear a mask just so they would be willing to be around him, and when he said he wanted no part in the machine it was as if the avoidance became worse.

Yet, when they found out he was interested in music, in performing, he thought that things had turned around. Some of them acted like they wanted the same, practicing with him in the garage as they wrote songs and scheduled performances to do together.

But every time, every single time it was their turn to perform they wouldn't show up and give him some excuse involving the machine. Which, more often than not, either resulted in another version of himself and his brother coming through or it sputtering and refusing to turn on for a week.

Speaking of, he wished he could be more like his brother. He was so confident and never tried to hide himself. He didn't care about what the others thought and just rolled with the punches of his life.

He always said, "Live life without letting others hold you back."

He admired his brother so much because he was able to always do what he wanted both in their underground and here on the surface. He never felt the need to hide or accommodate for others. People loved him regardless and treated him right, as they always should.

But him? He didn't have the strength. He wanted people to like him; he wanted to make bonds and connections and real friends!

Though… he supposes they aren't real if they only like his mask.

With a sigh, the skeleton grabbed his bag and was prepared to leave the coffee shop, but he would have to tell the owner that he couldn't play first.

He approached the burly man that you would not expect to run an establishment so pink and frilly, who stood behind the counter, giving him a knowing look.

"Bailed on you again did they?"

"yeah… sorry Ivan. could you take me off the roster?"

He chuckled to himself, pointing to the papers in front of him.

"Never put you on for the band listings. Got you here for the solo gigs. Why don't you try it? I know you want to perform at least once."

He stared down at the papers unsure. Could he really perform by himself? Would people like his music? Is he even good enough?

There was only one way to find out.

"alright, i'll give it a shot."

"That's what I like to here. You're still on next. Think you'll be ready?"

"yeah. lemme go set up."

So he went, and he sang, and he met the most beautiful soul that day. She cheered for him enthusiastically in the crowd, and approached him after leaving the stage. She raved about his voice, and went to all his gigs with enthusiasm, rooting for him and his dreams every night he performed.

Eventually, he convinced her to do a gig, and fell in love with the way she played the ivory keys of the piano.

He was stunned when she invited him over to her house to practice together one night. He was nervous and doubtful. What would others say? What would they think? How would those at the house react if they ever found out?

But when he looked in her eyes, saw the way they shined with hope that he'd say yes, well, he never regretted going with her.

When she eventually asked if he wanted to try playing together, instead of practicing separately, he instantly pulled out the song he'd been writing with the exact same question on his mind. And stars above, was she the harmony to his melody.

He loved playing with her. He loved going to her house and practicing in her living room. He loved staying late just so they could go back to the café where they met and talk for hours until it was eleven at night.

He didn't have to pretend with her. He could be himself, entirely and without fear of her opinions because she adored him as he was.

They went from band mates to best friends so fast that it was difficult to tell when the transition even happened.

She gave him the courage to be himself not only with her, but with everyone else around him too. His brother, of course, noticed first, and was so proud that he was smiling wide for days on end.

The others were stunned by the sudden change, suspicious even, but as always they had other priorities and didn't keep their sockets on him for long.

He honestly hoped that this bond he had with her never ended. She had done so much for him without even realizing just from being herself and treating him like he mattered.

Time, no matter how much of it he had, couldn't mend the wounds that she healed just from her presence alone.

One of the memories that warmed his soul so completely was when they got a gig near L. A. and had to get a hotel room. He'll admit, he was rather shy when there was only one room, and just as disappointed when it was "luckily" with two beds.

Not that he was going to take advantage of her or anything! Just… they'd fallen asleep together once or twice watching movies in her living room and it was… nice. Holding her made him feel so… whole that he just wanted to do it again.

But still, when they snuck out to the pool, splashing and playing games until 10:07 when they almost got caught, it was one of the happiest moments of his life.

He knew, he knew deep in his soul that meeting her in that coffee shop oh so long ago had to be more than fate. That she meant more than he wanted to admit.

All he desired was for her to stay by his side, to always be his best friend. That he'll get to see her all the time and that they'll never grow apart. Even at the sake of his feelings.

So when she had to move to a different city because her mom was growing sick and she needed help taking care of her little brother, he held back all the tears until she drove out of sight.

Of course, it didn't matter anyway since she turned back around just so she could give him one more bone crushing hug as they both sobbed their goodbyes.

"You have to promise to visit me, okay you bonehead?"

"heh, tell you what, i'll come in for Christmas break. that way you don't have to wait too long."

She sniffled as she pulled away, looking deep into his purple-pink eyelights, a slight smile to her lips.

"You don't even celebrate Christmas you dork."

"that's why i'll stay till after Gyftmas."

"New Years."

"done."

She lifted one hand to wipe at her tears, the other poised for a pinky promise.

"You promise?"

He didn't even hesitate; he would make a million promises just for her.

"i promise. soon enough, you'll see me standing outside on your street and we'll be stuffing our faces and playing music again."

"And snuggling while watching movies?"

He laughed, "yeah, and snuggling while watching movies."

She smiled, resting her forehead against his which only brought a bright purple-pink glow to his cheeks.

In a whisper so soft, she spoke four little words that he honestly thought he imagined as he watched her flee to her car and drive off without even giving him a chance to respond.

"I love you Anteros."

Notes:

In case you're wondering, Anteros is Lust Sans. I thought that nickname suited him best. Lust Papyrus is known as Eros.

Fanfic
or
One-shot?

Chapter 7: Searching (Officially a Fanfic!)

Summary:

A sunshine child is pregnant and her aggressive friend is currently raging against the nonexistent presence of the father. We get a peek into aforementioned father's point of view.

Notes:

This was made on January 3, 2023
Inspired by the fact that I wish there were more fanfics with babybones.
Enjoy!

"So, have you picked a name for the little tykes yet?"

"Not yet. I'm trying to wait till I find their dad."

My closest friend in the world huffed incredulously, staring at me in disbelief.

"First you won't let yourself know the gender, then you wouldn't let the technician or whatever tell you how many you'll be having since it's clearly more than one, and now you won't pick their names? Do you even know what type of monster hybrid they'll be?"

"No, the doctors say that they can't tell. They look like a normal human on the screen."

"Ugh! Why are you even still looking for the bastard, Bluey? He's obviously not a good guy considering he got you pregnant and ditched you. I still have no idea how he managed to even do that if you're still a virgin."

I shrug my shoulders, a soft hint of pink coloring my cheeks as I avoided eye-contact with her. It's been over a year since I found out I was pregnant, recorded as one of the few mothers carrying monster-human babies, and I still hadn't told her all the details.

Not because I didn't want to, but because I was sure she wouldn't believe me. Everything seemed to be one "inconvenient coincidence" after another. I thought she'd call it bullshit and would badmouth the mystery father even more.

The idea hurt.

Her eyes bore into me, trying to get me to squeak, but eventually she sighed and leaned against me on the couch.

"C'mon Bluey, we've been friends since preschool. You were there for me during my transition, so let me be here for you for this. How did he get you pregnant? Why doesn't he know he's a dad if he's a monster? What on earth happened that night?"

My stomach, which practically filled up the space of my lap, jostled as the little ones inside adjusted. The feeling was rather comforting despite the conflicting situation.

"Will you promise not to curse him out if I tell you?"

She instantly sat up, staring at me wide-eyed before glaring.

"No. He deserves every curse I spew at him until he shows his face and decides to take responsibility."

She seemed resolute in her response, the anger at the mere thought of him steaming off her in waves. However, after a glance at my pleading gaze, she wilted and calmed. A rather annoyed huff left her as she plopped back against the cushions again.

"Fine. But only until he shows up. I deserve to lay into him at least once."

I rolled my eyes, a small but appreciative smile on my lips.

"That's fair."

She scooted closer to my body, wrapping an arm around my massive stomach as best she could as she adjusted to lay against me.

"Comfy?"

"Very. Now spew."

A short huff of a laugh puffed out of my nose as I smiled down at her, choosing to caress her head as I spoke.

"The night's somewhat of a blur, which is to be expected since I drank a fair bit. He's the most vivid in my mind though, even if I can't really recall how he looks. Heh, I do know he found my name extremely amusing though."

"It's Bluebell, of course he'd find it hilarious."

"I think it was more because his name was similar? Maybe?"

She rose a brow at that, "Your name's like that because your mom's a hippie. What's his excuse?"

Giggles tried to spurn from my chest, but the sore muscles quickly put that to an end.

"Ow…"

"Sorry. I forgot you can't laugh this far pregnant."

"It's okay. Anyway, I know we had talked for several hours. There was a lot of laughter and smiles, and we got along so well that I didn't return to the party. I didn't want to."

"Stop being gushy! Do you remember anything from your conversations? That could help find him."

"Only that he has a younger brother who's apparently taller than him."

"Wow. That's so helpful."

"Can you not be sarcastic?"

"Can you not be a lightweight?"

I huff, "Anyway, I'm pretty sure we ended up kissing. It was… magical to say the least. The warmth I felt, the safety… It was like I was with the one person that would cherish and protect me forever."

Her face scrunched up comically as she sat up to stare at me in bafflement.

"…Did he seriously impregnate you by kissing? Dude! That's something parents made up! How the fuck did that happen!"

"Well apparently it's not as made up as we thought. But to answer your question, the doctors say that the only reason for why that'd get me pregnant without having sex or soul sex is because we're soul bonds."

"Soul what now?"

"It's like soulmates? Except that it's more based on the fact that our souls resonate so well that our bond was instantaneous. It's up to us to choose whether that bond is romantic or platonic."

"That still doesn't explain how the fuck a kiss got you pregnant."

"We had a really strong connection?"

"You don't- Oh my fucking god. And you can't, I dunno, follow this bond thingy to find him?"

"No… The only way I could follow it is if I hold my soul out like a lantern and follow the bond like a guiding light, but it's illegal for a soul to be outside the body in public."

"Oh right. Whole culmination of your being and being worse than naked shit. Can't believe your fucking soulmate ditched you after impregnating you though."

"Um, actually, I don't think he knew he got me pregnant…"

"How the fuck could he not know! Monsters are supposed to know instantly because they supply some shit to their kid's soul or whatever!"

"You're not going to believe me."

"Oh, please. Try me."

"Apparently monsters don't instinctually know they're parents till the soul starts developing and that doesn't happen in a hybrid pregnancy until after the body forms."

"You literally entered the soul development three months ago."

"Yeah, well, that's where the 'you not believing' part comes in. When the doctors did a check-up on their souls they were able to determine that they would most likely have boss monster traits since they were siphoning boss monster level magic."

"Meaning… what? Your partner is a boss monster? What's that got to do with anything? And why wouldn't I believe it?"

"Because apparently boss monsters don't notice their magic being siphoned by their kids."

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"Nope. They literally produce so much magic that they are constantly emitting it to prevent an early heat or any extra heats. Which means-"

"Which means they don't realize it's going to their fucking children?! Are you fucking serious?!"

She got up instantly, starting to pace the living room, cursing a storm about how this was all bullshit while I watch her tiredly.

Well, I was right about her screaming profanities and not believing me. At least she's not badmouthing him though. That's a good sign.

She seemed to pause her stomping as a thought crossed her mind that confused her if her scrunched face said anything.

"How the fuck do two boss monsters know they're having a kid then?"

"The carrying parent can feel the child's soul occupy theirs for the incubation period, and since they're more sensitive to magic they're easily able to find the other parent in the event that they didn't know who they were. Although apparently that's very unlikely. Which explains why the doctors were so surprised when I told them I had no idea who the father was."

"So you're literally telling me that he's probably completely clueless that he's a dad and the fact that you can't find him is because you two didn't have the brains to exchange contact info?"

"Pretty much."

…

"Life must find this real damn hilarious."

 

 

 

Blueberry was becoming increasingly frustrated. For over a year now he's been looking for the lovely soul that he had bonded with.

The horrid thing was that he could remember everything- everything- about that night but still couldn't manage to find her.

Her name was Bluebell, and he regretted not getting a last name because no matter where he looked the internet continued to only provide the darned flower rather than a person.

Although he'd never get tired of how their names somewhat matched. It still made him smile and snicker from time to time.

Anyway, he tried to find her using her description, but that didn't produce any decent results either. Apparently, trying to find a blonde woman with indigo tips, deep blue eyes, golden skin, and standing at 5'4 was far more difficult than he gave credit for.

You'd think with her living somewhere in Ebbot, outside the city, would make it easier considering the human population here mostly lived in the city. But it wasn't. If anything, it was somehow harder.

It probably didn't help that he was trying to keep the fact that he had found his soul bond a secret from the others. More so because he wanted to properly introduce her to them rather than because he didn't want them to ever meet her.

However, at this point, he was desperate. He wasn't sure why, but as the months trickled past, the urgency in his soul to find her increased to unhealthy levels.

He couldn't sleep, he didn't have the motivation to eat, and the desperation was starting to elicit the occasional anxiety attack.

So here he was, standing before the door of the one person in this house who was capable of finding anyone.

With a deep breath he raised one of his fidgeting hands to knock on the door.

"COME IN."

Blue entered as permitted, ensuring to close and lock the door behind him. The skeleton at his desk raised a bonebrow at the action.

"I TAKE IT YOU WANT THIS CONVERSATION TO BE PRIVATE."

Blue nodded, slumping against the door as he slid to sit on the floor. Resolution filled him, even if he knew that what he was about to say would most likely cost him a pretty penny.

But it'd all be worth it if he could find her.

"I NEED A FAVOR, BLACK."

The intimidating frown that was the skeleton's resting face twisted into a sinister and pleased grin, the violet delta runes that were his eyelights shining wickedly.

"SO YOU'VE CHOSEN TO DEAL WITH THE DEVIL."

Notes:

How do you think Blue would react to missing most of the pregnancy? To the fact that he'll be a dad soon? To the guard dog friend laying it on him thick when he finds Bluebell?

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Chapter 8: Brother Issues

Summary:

A psychopath of a brother turns his sister's best friend into Thumbelina for their shared birthday.

Notes:

For those who liked the previous chapter, it gained enough votes to become a fanfic! It's called "Nurturing Love," so check it out!

This was made on January 22, 2023
Inspired by the simple concept of "Awkward Situations."
Enjoy

You know how life can be full of awkward situations? How people usually try to reassure you by saying it could be worse when you vent?

Well, I don't think anything could top this.

Currently, my older brother (by a single minute mind you) has just gifted me my best friend for my birthday present. And no, I don't mean that he bought them a ticket to fly a long distance to see me or something sweet like that.

He turned him into Thumbelina.

"Happy birthday Gweny!"

I stare at Logan with the most startled and bewildered face known to man as I gently cradle the poor skeleton left at my mercy in the palm of my hands.

My obvious gaping only seems to make his wide grin wider, "I knew you'd like it! Who deserves the best twin award? Me! Although I adore your gift, it comes as a close second baby sis."

He's referring to the scepter that I got so he'd have an easier time channeling his magic instead of it lashing out everywhere.

Clearly that was a bad idea when you consider our current predicament.

See, my twin, Logan, is an insanely powerful mage. I, however, am not. He likes to joke that he stole all my magic in the womb.

His personality is also… a bit eccentric to say the least.

"You have no idea how much trouble I went through to find his house and get him here without anyone else noticing. As such! I think I deserve an entire day where you spend with me."

Correction.

He's insane.

"Logan…"

"Oh! Are you worried about the spell wearing off? Don't worry! It's permanent! At least… I think it is. I didn't read the details about the spell other than the fact that it shrinks the victim to whatever height you want! And since he looked about… seven foot? I made him seven inches!"

He didn't get the chance to see my horrified face since he dove in to kiss my temple with an exaggerated "Mwah!"

"I'm going to go try out my new scepter! Have fun with your gift sis!"

And with that, he was gone.

"you know, i can see why you never mentioned him before."

The small dressed up skeleton, who was still wearing his suit from yesterday, including his fedora, sat leisurely in my palm. Still, I was quite careful and aware of my speed as I walked carefully over to my couch.

"Yeah… It was wishful thinking on my part to hope you two would never meet. I have no clue why he thought that doing this to you would be a good idea, but I'm relieved that you're still you."

"well, he's been stalking you the past two days, so he probably overheard your joke about how it'd be cute to have a mini version of me while we were watching the secret world of Arrietty the other night."

Once I reached the couch he stood from my palm, dusting off his suit jacket before strolling off my hand and onto the arm rest. It wasn't until after I slid to the floor so I could be eye-level with him that I registered his words.

"Oh my stars! I can't believe I didn't notice."

I groaned into my hands before leaning back to stare at him with guilt and sadness. He was standing at the center of the armrest, hands in his pant pockets. It was clear he wanted a smoke, if his tapping foot was anything to go by, but I guess none of them had a chance to shrink with him.

"Why didn't you tell me though?"

I was confused but more guilt-ridden than anything. I should've noticed Logan was following me so I could've put distance between us.

Then maybe Ricochet wouldn't be stuck like this.

He sighed, beginning to pace on the little space he had.

"i wanted to look into who he was and what he wanted. i didn't want to scare you with the knowledge of a potential stalker if i could get rid of him first, but i was careless. i should've kept a better lookout rather than assuming that he was only going to follow you."

"…Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm glad you didn't have a chance to confront him."

He twirled on his foot, an aghast look of disbelief and "are you kidding me?" strewn across his skull.

"Not to say I'm glad that you're basically an itty bitty version of you or anything! Just- if you had you could have ended up with something a lot worse than being reduced to seven inches."

"oh? like what?"

I bit my lip, memories of past incidents flashing before my eyes.

"Turning into a Halloween decoration before being melted down into a puddle of plastic?"

"…did he do that to someone else Gwen?"

"…"

"Gwen."

"Do I have to answer?"

"…no. i've already got an idea of what it is."

A small hand, gentle in its touch, caressed the side of my face. It brought my gaze that was previously fixed on my hands to the dark honey colored eyelights that belonged to my closest, and only, friend after years of isolation.

The way he was trying to bring me comfort, to silently tell me it was okay, that I didn't have to spill my guts, to share my past, brought so much relief.

And pain.

Pain born from being unable to prevent him from becoming one of my brother's many victims.

"I'm really sorry Ricochet."

"what do you have to be sorry for? he did this, not you."

"Maybe, but if I had-"

His tiny hand attempted to cover my lips, but only managed to act like a finger being held to them.

"nuh uh. you're both adults. his actions are his own. don't go blaming yourself because he's got a screw loose."

Even if he says that, I can't help but blame myself.

If I had kept avoiding him despite our run-ins and continued living my solitary life then he wouldn't be like this.

But I was weak and caved.

"knock, knock."

I blink in surprise, my hand instinctively going to rub at the place his fist met with my temple, even if it didn't hurt in the slightest.

"Did you just use my forehead as a door for your knock, knock joke?"

All he did was smirk.

I rolled my eyes, a slight smile on my face.

"Who's there?"

"norma lee."

"Norma Lee who?"

"norma lee i would take you out to dinner to meet my bro, but under the circumstances do you think you can drive me home? i'm sure he's worried."

I pulled my knees a little closer to my chest. I wasn't opposed to taking him home, the further away from me the better, but I was worried that Logan may set his sights on his brother next if I stick around for too long.

"I don't mind, but I'll have to leave right after."

"no can do button."

My brow rose in silent question and Ricochet sighed, his hand sliding down his skull. He looked sheepish, if not a tad smug hidden beneath it.

Well that can't be good.

"There was more to that spell than just shrinking you, wasn't there?"

"yep."

"And?"

"if i'm more than a mile away from you then i'll dust."

"You'll WHAT?!"

Panic and guilt ate at my soul and I instantly scrambled to sit up on my knees, my body turned to face him, and my hands gripping the arm rest on either side of him with panic flowing through me.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner! What kind of condition is that anyway!"

"it didn't come up before now."

"You possibly dusting from being too far away from me shouldn't need a segue to be mentioned!"

My heart beat rapidly, the fear of what could come with this condition eating away at my breaths and ability to remain calm.

"breathe button. it'll be okay. you'll just have to stay with us for awhile."

"NO!"

Ricochet flinched back in shock from my sudden and desperate yell. Seeing that made me gasp, forcing myself to settle down and rest back on my knees.

"I'm… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled like that. I just- I don't want to risk anything happening to your brother either. I'm sure that since Logan's visiting he'll be up to his usual antics till he goes back home."

"hey, i get it, but he only got me because i let my guard down. trust me, he won't be able to get my bro."

Conflict raged in me, and he must've noticed.

"what is it?"

"You don't… You don't understand. Logan… he's powerful, ridiculously so. It's to the point that his emotions going out of hand could start a natural disaster. That's why I got him the scepter, so he could have a medium to siphon it and hopefully mitigate the damage, but when he's calm, when he's in control… the damage can be just as bad."

"so he's a double edge sword."

"Basically, and I don't think your brother is going to be strong enough to fight him off in the event that Logan decides that he'll be his next target."

Ricochet stared at me for a long time, thoughts clearly swirling and simmering in his mind. He was going through his options, determining what he should do.

Eventually, a smirk was aimed at me, confidence and rage shining in his eyelights.

"you don't have to worry your pretty little head, button. there's no way he'll be able to touch any of us."

The conviction, the assurance that he displayed was startling. I had never encountered someone who was positive that they could better, let alone match, my brother.

Doubt was prevalent in my mind, but hope, the tiniest miniscule, took root in my heart. Could he be telling the truth? Could his brother actually hold his own, perhaps even defeat Logan?

But could I even let my conscience allow it? The possibility that I could put his brother's life at risk?

"Why not… Why not just live with me instead? We could still see your bro, let him know what's going on, but… I don't think it's a good idea for me to move in with both of you."

He chuckled, soft and partially mischievous, which honestly put me on edge a bit. This skeleton was pretty chaotic when he felt like enacting mischief. I couldn't imagine what he had up his sleeves.

"oh cutie," a pink tint rose to my cheeks at the shock of this nearly forgotten nickname, "you have no idea how tempting it is to monopolize you, but Caliber would kill me if i left you unprotected. so pack a bag. i doubt he'll let you come home tonight."

I groan at all the innuendos, his gremlin "nyehehe" chuckles making the pink to my cheeks turn red and I felt so tempted to flick or smack him.

"You're horrible."

"you adore me."

"…I do."

The admittance was hesitant, I hadn't ever planned to show attachment to anyone before because of Logan, but being able to see that dark honey glow to his skull for the few seconds before I left the living room for my bedroom was worth it.

I really hope everything with his brother will go well though. Even if arriving with Ricochet practically cursed because of my own brother won't be a good first impression.

Notes:

For clarification, Ricochet is Mafiaswap Papyrus. So, essentially, Stretch in the Mafia.

If this were to become a fanfic, it'd be with all the Mafia boys, and no, none of them will be pieces of shit that indulge in things like sexual harassment, pedophilia or anything else.

They are against that.

Chapter 9: A Steamy Encounter

Summary:

Steam. Lots of steam.

Notes:

This was made on March 12, 2023
Inspired by another concept for "Awkward Situations."
Enjoy!

The sky was filled with golden yellows, bright oranges, and soft pinks as the sun began to set beyond the horizon. It left the woods of the forest, of the mountains, to be painted by the beautiful glow.

A young woman, with messy ebony locks tied in a massive braid that reached her ankles, strode through these woods with purpose. She moved with ease, the skirt of her dress failing to catch on any reaching branches or thorns. The only evidence of her passing being the crunch of the autumn leaves that paved the earth.

Her silver eyes shone as they locked upon a rising mist in the near distance, increasing her pacing so she could rush to reach the source. After passing through some bushes, her shoulders drooped in relief at the glory that was the natural hot springs.

Without a trace of caution or hesitation, the woman stripped herself of her clothes, leaving them at the base of one of the nearby trees. Her clean clothes, the ones she had been carrying in a woven basket alongside some soap and rags, was placed between a couple rocks.

As she stepped within the waters, a rush of cool air traveled across her skin from the autumn winds. No longer caring to savor the warmth, she hastened her steps, although careful, into the hot springs. Her long braid coming undone as she immersed herself.

By the time she reached the center of the spring, her hair had fanned out behind her, glistening a bright navy blue in the light of the setting sun.

Taking a deep breath, the woman dunked herself underneath the surface so as to fully soak her body and to fully absorb the heat. If she had only waited a few seconds, she would be aware of the visitors that she would only become privy to once she resurfaced.

Just as the young woman sunk beneath the water, the bushes on the other side of the spring rustled. Wading through them, looking about, were five skeleton monsters.

"holy shit, is that a hot spring?"

The skeleton with yellowed bones gestured to the pools directly in front of them as the group drew closer.

"You're Right! It Indeed Is A Hot Spring! Oh, This Is Excellent! If We Make Our Camp Nearby, Then We'll Have The Ideal Place To Bathe And Relax!"

The tallest skeleton adjusted his glasses in his excitement, his deep green eyelights shining brightly from behind the lenses.

"heh, what're the odds of us coming across one of these?"

Perhaps the shortest skeleton amongst the group scratched the back of his neck in disbelief, his blue eyelights scanning the steaming pools with hidden relief.

His bones could really use a soak in the hot water.

"probably not high. unless Bud says differently."

The skeleton with a tiger themed hoodie, complete with stripes and little ears coming out of the hood, pats the other short skeleton in the group.

Said skeleton stumbles at first before adjusting his overalls, his grass green eyelights glaring with a minor pout up at his companion.

"just because i run a farm, doesn't mean i know everything to do with nature Tiger."

The aforementioned skeleton shrugs before his attention is grabbed by the skeleton who pointed out the springs, who was in the midst of removing his purple hoodie.

He had resorted to his old clothes for this little camping trip, as had most of them.

"what're you doing Cash?"

"what's it look like? i'm getting in the spring."

The tallest skeleton crossed his arms in displeasure, the holes in his hands prominent.

"I Am Just As Eager To Bathe In Them, But We Must First Find A Place To Make Camp Nearby! Then We Must Inform The Others, Set Up The Tents, Prepare Dinner-"

"oh come on Aster, a little dip isn't going to hurt."

"Perhaps Not, But It Will Waste Precious Time! The Sun Is Nearly Set!"

Cash rolled his purple eyelights within his pink sockets, ignoring him as he started to approach the springs, looking for a good place to enter from. It was rather difficult to tell how deep the water was with all the steam. Especially with the spring being so massive.

"Aster's right Cash. we need set up camp first and get the others. we can always soak later while dinner's getting ready."

Cash groaned, "come on Vanilla! just give me five minutes."

Before any of them could even refute or argue further, the sound of disturbed water caught their collective attention.

From within the thick plumes of steam, the woman rose from the water, her back to the skeletons. With expert movements, she redirected her hair so it wouldn't cover her face, but would allow the silky locks to frame her figure beautifully.

Her body practically sparkled in the golden rays, outlined even if not clearly seen through the steam. As she turned in their direction, her silver eyes seemed to shine despite the shadows of the trees and the steam of the spring as they stared deep into all of their eyelights.

Even while fully facing them, only the general shape of her body could be seen properly. Yet her face was so distinct, as the steam wasn't as thick at that height, allowing them to witness her expression clearly, it twisting into one of expectedness.

Her voice echoed in the near silent space, her arms crossing, unintentionally propping her bosom up to be more defined, as she stared with purpose.

"Do you boys mind?"

Those four little words seemed to snap only one skeleton out of it.

Aster immediately turned himself around, leaving no room to accidentally peek, but when he noticed that no one else had moved, his embarrassment took a backseat to his indignation.

"Oh! You Ruffians! Avert Your Sockets This Instance! Have Some Decency!"

This seemed to set off the other skeletons.

Tiger's skull went poof!, turning a bright burning orange that defined his freckles that glittered like stars before frantically getting into a crouched position to sandwich his skull between his legs.

Vanilla fumbled with his jacket before he managed to tug the hood over his skull, a faint glow of blue shining through the fabric.

Bud, in his rushed efforts to turn around, had tripped over himself and fallen on his rump. At first, he kept staring at her before a shock of realization hit him and he quickly buried his skull in his hands, which dug into his propped knees.

Cash was the only one who didn't avert his gaze, staring proudly with a smirk across his teeth.

"well, she's not decent, so why should we have any?"

Aster, aghast at the statement, and relatively awful pun, gasped in offense.

"You-!"

A loud smacking sound echoed in the forest as Aster's hand connected with Cash's face. There was a moment of silence, before Cash's snickering permeated it.

"i can see through the hole in your palm."

Before Aster could react, a small object soared through the air, past the hole in his palm, and straight into Cash's right socket. This caused the poor skeleton to hiss in agitation as he clawed into it to try and dig out the offending object.

Once he did, he stared at it in disbelief.

It was an acorn.

"are you kidding me? how-"

"I'm bathing. One doesn't dress themselves decently to do so, which makes you the indecent one."

The skeletons, who were brave enough to look in her direction again, were all rewarded with an acorn hitting their temples.

"It would do well of you to keep your gazes away from my bodice until I am properly dressed."

There were grumbles from being hit, but no objections. So, for the next several minutes, the five skeletons stood or sat awkwardly, eyelights averted, as the young woman bathed.

It was only when she spoke again did they turn to face her once more.

"What brings you here? Are you perhaps lost?"

She had changed into a much nicer dress than the brown one she was adorning before. She now wore a silk blue dress that had off-shoulder long sleeves, and was clearly a night dress. Her hair remained down, dangerously close to touching the ground despite a decent amount being held within her arms.

She truly was an ethereal image.

"Um, No. We, Uh, We Were Looking For A Spot To Make Camp For The Next Week. Our Brothers Are Looking In Areas Nearby."

The woman hums, eyes staring at each of them with an intensity that made them shiver for one reason or another.

From fear, unease, or attractiveness is undetermined.

"Do you plan to harm the forest in any way while you camp?"

In spite of the confusion emerging at such a question, Bud was quick to reassure the young woman.

"no! we wanted to live alongside it, unwind from technology for a bit."

The woman nods, her eyes grazing the forest line before crouching down to pick up her basket, which now held her dirty dress.

"If you head north from here for about fifty feet, you will find a patch of open land. It should be perfect for a party of fourteen."

Vanilla smiled, feeling much more calm after receiving that information.

"thanks. appreciate the help."

She nodded, eyeing Cash's shirtless form for a moment before turning to face the way she came.

"Oh, and if you intend on utilizing the springs, I arrive every evening at sundown. Use this knowledge wisely so another incident such as this doesn't occur again."

She didn't give them a chance to respond, leaving with a swift elegance and hardly a sound to indicate that she had done so at all.

As the five stood there a moment, processing this rather steamy encounter, Tiger realized something that she should not have been aware of.

"how did she know there's fourteen of us?"

Notes:

In case you're curious, Bud is Farmtale Sans, and Tiger is an alternate version of Underswap Papyrus that I made. His brother is River.

Chapter 10: Protection

Summary:

Looking for shelter from a hurricane leads to an encounter with a special type of character.

Note: Drake and Dire are Swapfell Maroon Beasttale. Syrah and Mocha are Fellswap Gold Lamiatale.

Notes:

For those who liked "Valentine's Kiss," it has become a fanfic called "Sweeter Than Chocolate," so go check it out!

This was made on April 1, 2023.
Inspired by the concept of "Caught in a Storm."
Enjoy!

Rain poured and thunder shook the earth. Lightning struck across the sky, its light and power vicious as it struck at a near constancy.

Cash could tell that he wouldn't be able to make it too much farther at the rate the road was flooding. He'd have to find a house with its porchlight on and fast. Although, who would even be up this late? Let alone have power in this hell of a hurricane.

It was a wonder that Cash was even able to drive as far as he had.

The skeleton sighed to himself, taking a quick glance in the rearview mirror at the three latest pairs that had come through his and his brother's machine. They weren't doing so well, having only come up less than a month ago.

This was the first time they were experiencing a storm like this, and of course it had to be while they were out shopping for them. With each passing second their aggression and skittishness grew. Well, for two of the pairs at least.

Cash really wished that Black wasn't so adamant on him taking them shopping today of all days. He knew a storm was coming, but he didn't seem to think it mattered considering that there was a massive sale at their tailor. To him, the risk was fine as long as they got to spend less.

Granted, he doubted Black calculated that the group would be out for as long as they were. They left early in the morning, and only started their journey home after the sun had set, which was when the hurricane had begun to hit.

Of course, with the drive home being an hour long, there was no way they were going to outrun the hurricane. And even now, in the dead of night, closer to eleven, the storm was getting to a degree that it wouldn't be safe to drive, let alone wait in the bus.

And they were still a half hour away.

Well… a half hour if the weather wasn't shit.

Cash groaned, noticing that the road ahead was flooded to the point that there was no way for them to drive through it.

He really wished they could teleport, but he was the only one who knew the coordinates to the house, and even if they did know the coordinates, only one other skeleton in the bus had the ability to teleport.

There wouldn't be enough magic to transport them all.

With a frustrated sort of aggression, he put the bus in park, yanked out the keys, and pulled out his phone, scowling at how there weren't any bars so he could try and call his bro for help.

"WHY ARE WE STOPPING? HAS SOMETHNG HAPPENED?"

With a reserved sigh, Cash headed to the back, trying to look through the windows best he could through the sheets of rain.

"th' road's flooded. it's not safe staying in the bus. we're gonna have to find someone awake to hopefully let us in."

Eros, a Papyrus from a world where a lust drug was essentially given to all the adults because the population was diminishing, got up to look through the windshield. He grimaced, his heart pounding at the encroaching and rising water, quickly joining Cash in looking for a lit porch light.

The news, and the relevant desperate attempts of the two Papyri didn't put the four skeletons, well, partial skeletons, at ease in the slightest. To which, Anteros, Eros' brother, took on the task of trying to calm them down despite his own anxieties.

The first pair was from a world where monsters morphed to have a more destructive composition, but to also have animalistic qualities. To Cash, the two looked like a mix between him and his brother and their Gaster Blasters, just, different.

Oddly, they seemed to also have the abilities of their blasters too. They call it their breath attack though. They were huge and had certain behaviors and characteristics that monsters in Cash's world didn't.

The other pair shared similar behaviors, but their bodies and lives were very different, if not still similar. In their world everyone had the lower half of a snake along with snake-like characteristics; less beast-like. They were also fairly huge.

It's why they spent the past month altering the bus they were in so both pairs could fit comfortably. Or at least, as comfortably as they can till they can get a double-decker or something.

Anyway, the beast pair were Drake and Dire; the snake pair being Syrah and Mocha.

"Oh! I Found One! There's A Porch Light On Right Over There!"

Eros was pointing eagerly to a house across the street and three houses down from where they came.

Once Cash took note of where it was, he quickly grabbed all the bags of clothes and other shit they bought so he could store them in his phone's storage.

Honestly it was a bit off-putting to watch the typically lazy skeleton, who refused to do much of anything unless his brother demanded it or because he was paid handsomely first, run around to prepare them to go out in that storm.

"alright, listen up, we're gonna sprint over there and bang on that door till someone opens up. we won't give 'em a chance to refuse us, we'll run in, claim our bus broke down, and see if they'll let us stay till the storm passes."

"You Believe The Human That Lives There Would Be Accepting Of Us?"

Syrah rose a bone brow, crossing his arms over his bare ribs. Apparently no one in their world wore tops, but that was gonna change pretty quick if Black had anything to say.

Anyway, it was clear that he was skeptical, doubtful even. Which he didn't blame the skeleton at all considering that he came from a world similar to his own. And considering that most humans that they've witnessed through the news thus far weren't the most pleasant of people, it was expected to have this sort of reaction.

"doesn't really matter if you want to try and get out of this storm. if worse comes to worse we'll just knock 'em out and stick around till the storm passes."

Cash was just about ready to open the back door to the bus, where the ramp was, when Anteros grabbed his sleeve.

"wait, are you sure it's a good idea for me and my bro to go with you? i mean, you guys have made sure that the drug no longer works around other monsters, but what about humans? we only went to monster establishments today. we have no clue what'll happen."

Cash sympathized, he did. Coming off something addictive, that changes your very behavior and your mindset, it can be scary approaching something that could bring out the effects of that substance.

For him it was narcotics and cigarettes as a whole. He saw how it affected both him and Black. So, he went cold turkey once they reached the surface. That doesn't mean that he doesn't get anxious whenever he passes a pharmacy or hears about a drug deal going on.

Hell, he couldn't even look at the wall behind the cashiers at gas stations without feeling an itch to buy some cigarettes.

So yeah, he understood.

"then we'll knock you out too."

That didn't mean he knew what to do or say to provide reassurance.

Snickering growls echoed quietly against the metals walls; the product of Dire who was failing to cover his muzzle as he laughed.

Clearly Cash's bluntness entertained him.

That entertainment vanished when Cash opened the back door, buckets of rain instantly drenching them in spite of not having left the vehicle left.

Cash was sure his companions were screaming profanities behind him, but he couldn't hear it over the howling wind and the roaring thunder that shook his very bones.

He ran, faster than he's ever ran before, confident the others were right behind him, before banging fervently against the single door illuminated by any sort of light.

Other fists were quick to join his own, and the pounding didn't stop until the door opened.

Without taking a single glance at the human that opened the door, they rushed to enter the house, although every skeleton that did, surely felt a wave of magic lick at their souls as they did.

It made them shiver.

Panting and drenched, the seven skeletons either hunched over themselves or sat while trying to calm their racing souls, barely acknowledging the closing of the front door.

Or how all signs of the storm, pounding rain and raging thunder, seemed to vanish when it clicked shut.

"So, I take it you all got caught up in the storm?"

The voice had a sultry feminine deepness to it that instantly caught the skeletons' attention.

Standing there was a woman, probably in her mid-twenties. She had long emerald green hair, the texture like that one Disney princess that turned her mom into a bear. Her dark skin was like milk chocolate, and her eyes were an oddity, one a brilliant gold and the other a stunning silver.

She had a nose piercing, like the one you'd see on a bull, and an eyebrow piercing on her right brow. From her ears hung amethyst crystals that glittered in the dim lighting of what seemed to be the living room.

Her waist-high purple skirt brushed against the floorboards as she stepped closer, the lack of a clack indicating she wasn't wearing any shoes. The way her black tube top hugged her torso felt sinful as she raised a hand, adorned with a great number of bracelets and rings, to hold her cheek while gazing down at them.

Golden wire-rimmed octagonal glasses sat perched on her nose, the faint candle light glinting across the lenses.

A sigh left her lips, "And I suppose I was the only one still awake, hm? Well, I can't quite blame you, but you're soaking my precious hardwoods."

A couple of the skeletons' faces twisted into annoyance. They were ready to make a snide remark or two, but they didn't get a chance.

Their attention was diverted by several multi-colored orbs, carrying towels as they flew through the air before tossing them over each individual skeleton.

"So please be dears and dry yourselves quickly. I'll prepare the fireplace in the meantime."

The orbs flew towards her before she could move, hovering about two feet away from her face. Tinkling sounds, like those from bells, came from them that seemed to make the lady smile.

"Thank you girls. I appreciate it. You may retire for the evening."

Excited tinkling emitted from them as the orbs bounced up and down in the air before they flew off in a rush.

The skeletons looked to each other, not really sure what to make of things, as the lady passed them to the fireplace behind them.

Although most of them felt a bit cautious, Syrah didn't hesitate to slither closer. However, he raised himself a bit higher than he normally would, most likely as a subtle show of intimidation.

It was a miracle his skull wasn't touching the ceiling.

Mocha was about a foot behind him, watching anxiously, but both seemed to falter as her hand slid across the mantle. Symbols, ones that none of them could properly understand, glowed as her hand passed them, and the fireplace immediately roared to life.

The warmth radiating from it was intense and immediately made their bones stop clattering; something that none of them had really noticed until it had ended.

When she turned around, she didn't look surprised to see Syrah and Mocha so close. They were practically hovering over her, quick to get close to the fire the moment the warmth had enveloped all of them.

No, all she did was smile amusedly as she stepped to side so they could get closer.

She picked up their towels as she passed, holding her hand out for the others' as she approached them.

Dire and Drake were quick to give her their towels; one folded neatly while the other was a rumpled mess that earned Drake's ire.

Anteros and Eros were a bit shaky as she reached out to them, but when their hands brushed and nothing happened, they immediately sagged with relief.

Finally, when she approached Cash, he stared at her curiously, trying to recall something he was sure to have heard on the news at least once. Something that explained the clearly magical events that had taken place, but lacking the clear signature of a mage.

Then, as their hands brushed, it seemed to click.

"you're a witch."

The statement caught the attention of those who were once distracted. The woman only grinned in response before walking off to another part of the house.

Once she was out of sight, the skeletons huddled together to talk amongst themselves.

"That Certainly Went Well!"

"A WITCH? WHAT'S THAT?"

Eros' comment was barely acknowledged as everyone looked to Cash at Drake's question.

"look, i don't know much, just what i've seen on the news."

Cash felt a nudge to his side, the culprit being Dire, who was silently telling him to tell them anyway.

Cash hesitated a moment, double checking that she wasn't coming back yet, before lowering his voice just in case.

"witches are like mages, but not. instead of drawin' magic from their souls, they get it from the world around 'em. they were the only magic users on the monsters' side during the war. the only reason they weren't sealed underground was because mages didn' want magic to die out. I don't know how keeping witches on the surface would affect that though."

"That's because Nature was already furious with the mages for sealing monsters."

The group of monsters jumped in their spots, a few of them launching attacks that dissipated in the air immediately, shocking them.

"Now, now. This is a neutral zone. No attacking please. Otherwise I'd have to ask you to leave."

The quickest to recover amongst the seven of them was Eros, who looked up at her rather eagerly.

"What Do You Mean By Nature Being Furious?"

The woman smiled, walking back towards the direction of her fireplace, a bookshelf built into the wall with a large assortment of books being her destination. She skimmed the shelves before pulling a rather large book into her arms.

The skeletons watched this curiously, but cautious all the same. What had she done to them to prevent them from using their offensive magic? How could this place be a "neutral zone."

Just what was she up to?

As she walked back in their direction, she flipped the pages until she reached the one that she wanted. It was odd, how calm she was, seeming to have no concern for her life as she kneeled between Dire and Mocha.

She placed the book in the center of the huddle pile, her finger glossing a certain line at the very top of the page. The line glowed a sky blue before something akin to a holographic image, made more from magical sand than technological means, projected above the pages.

"Long ago, when the world first came into creation, Nature made the first of her children. These children were the closest with Nature, their bodies the embodiment of what Nature was: magic and dust."

The hologram depicted a plethora of monsters being created, ones that oddly looked more similarly to Drake and Dire if they were being honest with themselves. Was this back when the world was drenched with magic? Was that the time that Drake and Dire lived in?

"After many years, Nature made the second of her children. These were closer to her previous creations. Their bodies were made of matter, their magic stored in their souls, which made their capabilities limited compared to Nature's first children. It also made it more difficult for them to connect with Nature, but she still loved them just as much."

The image that appeared was one that more closely resembled humans, causing various feelings of distaste and uncomfortableness to sprout in their souls at the sight. If any of them took a moment, they would realize how strange it was that these feelings didn't extend to the woman with them.

"However, Nature was distraught to see that her children had difficulty getting along, connecting. So, Nature created the third of her children. These were a balance of the two she had made before. Their body was partially made of matter, and partially made of magic. The magic they could use having to be drawn from Nature herself, like the first of her children. She hoped that they would be the bridge to help her other two children understand each other."

When seemingly more humans appeared in the hologram, the skeletons were confused by the lack of distaste they had moments before. Their confusion further spread, when beings and creatures outside what the woman described appeared around them.

"The third of her children exceeded Nature's expectations as they were able to also connect with the creatures that were tied closely to her. The two groups working together and living amongst each other more often than not. You saw some earlier; they were the ones that gave you the towels."

The images glitched, and the beautiful peace was replaced with ugly war. Magic and weapons thrown across both battlefields, and members on both sides either dying or fleeing.

"However, things didn't go as Nature had hoped. The second of her children became jealous of the powers and connections the other two had with Nature, that their skills were limited despite having strong specifications. They simply couldn't accept their limits, and waged war, their hatred and jealousy being the driving force.

"As you have most likely already become aware, Nature's second children were Mages, and the first were Monsters. Witches, well, as the third of Nature's children, we are often kept out of this story in spite of our involvement because there are always those that want constant conflict. An eternal one between humans and monsters. And yet, they don't truly know what humans are…"

With a flash of light, new images appeared, showing the Mages forcing the Monsters into the underground, while setting up hanging posts for the witches they had in their possession. The images were gruesome, as they watched the essential sacrifice that was made.

"At the pinnacle of war, Mages discovered that they could surpass their limits by using a Witch's blood to cast spells that only Witches and Monsters were capable of. So, with the Witches they managed to capture, they performed a public execution, draining their blood as they did.

"This inhumane act caused the following occurrences: Monsters were sealed underground, Witches and the rest of Nature's special creatures went into hiding as a Witch Hunt began, and Mages steadily started to lose their magic."

Many of the Mages in the projection looked to be in agony or fury as they watched a sparkling mist that most likely represented their magic flow out of them. There were also depictions of children being born with no glow to their souls that represented the signature of a Mage.

"Nature was furious with the second of her children. They had nearly annihilated the first of her children and then had the gall to go after the third of her children. As such, she forsook them, taking back the magic from their souls, and turning them into humans. An existence with no connection to magic or Nature. In an effort to prevent the full annihilation of Mages, they called off the Witch Hunts.

"The few Mages that kept their magic were pure souls, ones Nature hoped would free the remaining of her first children. This was because, unfortunately, despite the spell being Witch in origin, it was cast with Mage magic, and thus could only be dispelled by a Mage. It's why we were never able to help you gain your freedom."

A final image appeared, showing those that were clearly witches by their mystical companions. They were in a circle, a hand placed over their own souls, as they seemed to glow. It was such a pure sight that it made the skeletons watching feel a deep appreciation that they didn't quite understand.

"Due to the guilt of being incapable of assisting you, we Witches swore an oath. We will forever be on your side, and we will do all we can to assist you whenever possible, as long as it didn't lead to detrimental harm to either party. Which is why we have come out of hiding since you surfaced and have headed movements in promotion to your rights and freedom."

The sand projection dimmed before dropping back to within the pages. This left the dim lighting of the fireplace and candles to illuminate the skeletons, who were all experiencing a variety of emotions.

The woman, the witch, closed the book carefully before rising from the circle. She allowed them to process the information given to them as she put the book back in its rightful place.

Cash wasn't sure exactly what to think. What if this was some elaborate lie? But then, why go through the trouble of being kind?

His eyelights darted to her figure by the bookshelf, his instinct to perform a Check, to be sure, overwhelming him. The results were absolutely baffling; the information unexpected in many ways, but the most important piece, the status, brought a greater sense of relief than he realized.

Grateful to finally have the opportunity to help monsters on a personal level.

She perked up, turning to face them with a knowing grin, and Cash suddenly felt very much like the cat with the canary.

"Are you four satisfied by what you saw?"

Mocha's skull lit up considerably, more so than Anteros, who was the only other judge blushing. Cash might have felt a tad embarrassed, but not enough to be glowing, and Dire simply shrugged his shoulders before approaching her slowly on all fours.

She turned her body fully to face him, holding out a hand as he lowered his massive skull to sniff at it. He took a moment before angling his skull so he could sniff near her head, her neck, and Cash wouldn't lie; he was nervous that Dire was about to take a bite out of her.

That wouldn't be very favorable.

But no, he didn't bite her, and instead of being anxious or fearful, the woman giggled at Dire's actions.

Eventually he pulled back from her, satisfied, and flopped backwards so he could be laying on her carpet on his back in front of the fireplace.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too."

…That was a greeting? Is that how Dire greeted others? The heck?

Dire grunted, angling his skull to look at her despite his position on the floor. A small huff of amusement puffed out of her nose before she sat down in the nearby rocking chair.

"You can call me Winnie."

"winnie?"

When her eyes locked on Anteros, his soft purple blush darkened just the slightest bit.

"It's short for Winnifred."

Cash whistled, unable to help himself as a teasing smirk spread across his teeth. Now that he felt comfortable, he wasn't going to hold back any teasing that could be made.

"that sounds old as fuck."

Winnie gave him something akin to a blank look, but it was clear there was buried amusement in her eyes.

"I'm aware."

Notes:

Once again, Drake and Dire are Swapfell Maroon Beasttale. Drake being Dragon, and Dire being Wolf.
Syrah and Mocha are Fellswap Gold Lamiatale. Syrah being Wine, and Mocha being Coffee.

Chapter 11: Farm Life

Summary:

Big and bad farmer meets their new skeleton neighbors who have no idea what they're doing.

Notes:

This was made on April 23, 2024
Inspired by the concept, "Inflation's a bitch, I'm gonna grow my own food."
Enjoy!

It was the early hours of the morning when a series of cars and moving vans pulled into a massive plot of farmland with only a house to occupy it. The unusual sound of the rolling gravel catching the attention of all the life in the neighboring plot, only a low wooden fence dividing the two properties.

Amongst the animals, who were mildly disturbed, shuffling around or looking in their general direction, was a young woman. Her short, sunbeam blonde hair contrasted greatly with her deeply tanned skin, and her dark brown eyes watched the vehicles curiously.

She had noticed that the "for sale" sign had been removed a week ago, but she hadn't expected quite so many people to be moving in. As she watched the vehicles park, she felt a wet nose press against her ass, making her growl with irritation.

Turning to look behind her was her Cumberland sheepdog, Winston. He had the awful habit of ramming right into her butt whenever he wanted attention. Once he had it, he ran ahead of her towards the fence, barking excitedly while waiting for her to follow.

Huffing, she snatched the basket of eggs she had already collected from her hens and practically stomped after Winston with how heavy her steps were.

When she reached the fence, she leaned against it, arms resting along the top, basket hanging off her arm on the other side. She watched alongside Winston, who had leaped up so he could look over the fence too, as skeleton monsters were the ones to exit the vehicles.

She rose a brow at that, not quite expecting it. She had heard of monsters, but she'd never seen one in person before. After all, houses out here tended to be miles apart, and rarely did anyone go into town. Plus, as far as she was aware, no other monsters lived out here.

The sight of them made Winston bark with excitement, catching the attention of a few of them. Their attention made the woman raise her arm up in silent greeting. She didn't really expect to get a response, but the flailing arms of a few individuals made her snort softly to herself.

"Energetic, aren't they Winston?" He barked in agreement.

She was about to go back to her work, but when three of them separated from the rest, walking her way, she remained where she stood.

As they grew closer, she could see their features better. For one, they were a lot larger than she thought. And that was saying something considering she was 6'5 herself. Even the shortest amongst them was half a head taller than her. The other two were at least a head taller than the shortest.

Also, none of them were really dressed for the farm life. At least, if that's what they were here for. Even if they bought farmland, that didn't mean they were aiming to be farmers like everyone else around here.

The first one to reach her was the shorter one. They wore a comfy looking sky blue hoodie, jeans, and pink sneakers. The little lights in their eyes were a shade lighter than their top, and the bones were surprisingly thick.

"hey, i'm vanilla. vanilla the skeleton. these are some of my brothers, mutt and wine."

He held out his hand for a shake, and she took it instantly. Her grip was strong, and she swore she heard a soft squeak that made Vanilla's sockets widen with surprise. His gaze staring at her hand before trailing up her exposed arm, the muscle evident.

"It's nice to meet ya," she responded as she let go and directed her hand towards the one labeled Mutt. The guy had baggy navy jeans, a black t-shirt, a heavy looking jacket with the hood up, and some mud-caked black leather boots.

He had to have been two heads taller than her, and yet he was the one looking intimidated as he cautiously held out his own hand. His rust colored eyes rather small in his sockets.

"uh… yeah. nice ta meet ya."

The shake was short and firm, and she swore he shook his hand after she let go and turned her attention to Wine. The knowledge making her grin in amusement.

Wine was at a height between Vanilla's and Mutt's. He wore black slacks, black dress shoes, a mauve button-up long-sleeved shirt, and a scarf and leather gloves of the same color.

His gaze, shining a pretty mulberry, was as firm as his grip. Rather than be startled, his sharp teeth were upturned in a pleased smirk.

"It Is A Pleasure."

She nodded, "Likewise."

This was when Winston decided to bark and gain their attention, Vanilla flinching at the noise, making her chuckle.

"Don't worry about Winston. He doesn't care too much for bones unless they have meat on them."

Wine rose what could only be described as a browbone, "Does That Mean He Is An Attack Dog Against Other Humans?"

The woman, amused, chuckled while shaking her head and petting the panting dog.

"Gods, no. He just eats some of the bones of the animals that get butchered."

Vanilla and Mutt seemed a bit uncomfortable at that revelation, but Wine appeared satisfied. He hummed in thought as he observed her farm before posing an inquiry.

"Do You Manage This Property All On Your Own Miss…?"

"Blossom. And yeah, it's just me and Winston here. It's a lot of time, effort, and skill, but it's good work in the long run."

Soft snickering from her left drew her attention to Mutt, who was hardly trying to conceal his amusement.

"b-blossom?"

Her eyes narrowed sharply, head tilting as her muscles subconsciously flexed and her eyes glinted dangerously.

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

Instantly, the skeleton ceased his laughing, straightening up while shaking his head. Blossom huffed gruffly before Vanilla "cleared his throat," catching her attention.

"sorry about that, but, uh, could we ask a favor?"

It was Blossom's turn to quirk an eyebrow, leaning further against the fence. The basket of eggs now balancing precariously on her wrist.

"Depends."

Vanilla gulped, seeming almost nervous to even propose his request. He looked to Mutt first, who instantly shook his head in denial. When he glanced at Wine, the man in question rolled the lights of his eyes. It seemed she had already intimidated them, making them useless for this interaction.

"Miss Blossom-"

"Please, just Blossom. I abhor formalities."

She wasn't sure if it was because of the fancy word she used or the fact she interrupted him, but he seemed almost pleased with her for some reason.

"Then, Blossom, Would You Care To Teach Us A Few Tricks Of Your Trade? We Have Decided To Build A Farm Of Our Own, But Are Ill-Prepared, I'm Afraid."

She hummed, glancing over their overgrown land. Nothing to indicate a space to raise animals, grow crops, manage bees, nothing. Ill-prepared was pushing it. They weren't prepared at all, and if they had no knowledge at all, then 'a few tricks' wouldn't be enough to get them by.

"Do any of you have any farming experience? Regarding any aspect of the trade?"

Wine appeared as if he were frustrated. Not at her, but at himself and perhaps the rest of his family.

"Unfortunately, No. We Are Mere Novices."

Blossom took a deep breath so she wouldn't grow agitated herself. She couldn't understand why anyone would buy farmland and want to start a farm if they hadn't prepared themselves beforehand.

"Okay, then do you at least have an idea of what you want to do with your farm? Or own any sort of supplies?"

Wine sent a sharp look towards Vanilla's direction, who turtled into his hoodie, before answering her. Giving Blossom the impression that Vanilla was the one that sprung all of this on them, and they were just dragged along for the ride.

"We Are Interested In Everything You, Yourself, Are Accomplishing, But Have No Supplies To Speak Of."

A scoff of a laugh puffed out of her chest, and she stood straight, the basket of eggs now held in her hand at her side.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but there's no tricks I could give you that would be able to help. With the way you are now, you wouldn't even be able to attain a good harvest no matter what I taught you."

Vanilla instantly deflated, looking as if she had punched him in the chest. Mutt looked just as dejected, and Wine looked just about ready to strangle Vanilla.

"However…"

This instantly gained their attention. Blossom was looking at her massive farm, and really, it was a miracle she managed to maintain it for as long as she had all on her own. She turned back to the skeletons, snapping her fingers so Winston would rejoin her side, getting off the fence.

"If you all are determined to have your own farm someday, then work under me for a year or so. If there's things each of you are individually interested in, then that can be the area you work at on my farm. You'd gain experience, some produce for your labor, and I can even teach you how to price everything for the farmer's market. However, I swear to all the gods in existence, if you kill any of my crops or animals, I will rain hell upon you."

Her sharp gaze even made Wine stiffen, and the three of them nodded hurriedly. Instantly, she relaxed.

"Good. Now, if this offer interests you, talk about it with the rest of your family, and get back to me by tomorrow at the latest. Also, here, consider it a welcome gift."

With that, she offered the basket of eggs, which Mutt took very carefully, and she strolled off to attend to the rest of her farm.

Notes:

Remember! Comment on whether you want this to be a fanfic or remain a one-shot!

Also, I'm so sorry it took my so long to make one-shots again. I got occupied by my 7 other fics, and now that I'm too busy to work on them, I have a chance to write some one-shots again!

Notes:

What do you think?
Should it stay a one-shot?
Or should it transform into a fanfic?