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uwusenpainya · 2 years

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Don't get too close (it's dark inside)

1 wwek later

Jackson Wang looked in the mirror eviley as he looked at his evil glowy red eyees. He was demon and was very strong and bad. He gazed at his reflection and cried blood because he wasnt na empath... he was a dark empath...😱😱

Damien POV

Damien put on his cool leather jacket and his ripped jorts- which were very trendy at high shcool - and they shwed iff hs hairy legs which was ery popular and likeable and a sign of sigma energy...😱 Dmiane motorcycles cooly tto his job at google with the cool slides an everything it's very cool (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gq-ra9cwKeY). Damien looked down the scary alleyway that was very intimaditng. sent shiver down his spines. He heard Jimin (from BTS) yelling loudly. his ripped jorts- which were very trendy at high shcool - and they shwed iff hs hairy legs which was ery popular and likeable and a sign of sigma energy...

Jimin (from BTS) POV

He killed V (Jimin;s friend). He slurped his bllod noisly. It was vry tasty and nutrions . 'Yum' said Jimin (form BTS) ' I will kill smelly wolf boy damien nect'. he laugh easy.

Damien pov

Ahhhh im turning into werewold ths is bad i whish i could help V ahhhhhhhh (A/N so sad...his ripped jorts- which were very trendy at high shcool - and they shwed iff hs hairy legs which was ery popular and likeable and a sign of sigma energy...were destroyed by his werwwld being lgs)... Ahhh

He runs away sadly and scared as a wold.

District Attorney POV

They were stanfing by the door idly (idk why). Jimin (from popular boy band BTS) apparated by the door covered in blood and cryign. 'V-V... i-is d-dead' he sobbed 'D-damien k-killed h-h-hi-him' he was incosanplab. District Attorney frowned slightly. 'V is dead?' they asked. 'Y-YES' Jimin (from BTS) howled ( not like a werewolf though uys he i vampire renember). District Attorney ushered Jimin (from BTS) inside where he cried lots. Suddenly and supriding Damien broke the windo and commando crawled in the house...

Damien POV

he sees District Attorney with his sworn enemy Jimin (from BTS) and growls - because he is a wolf remembrer?) He sses District Attorney's glimmering, shimmering, deep, piercing, iredencent orbs and he gets bette r. he is not awolf anymore. he is huanm. ' M-mURDERER'

District Attorney yells at Damein to go wayw he is evil killer smelly wolf boy.

Jimin (from BTS) POV

he sand hit V's song Singularity abou hpow love is bad and scary (Guys this true my mom tols me,,, be careful guys!). His seductive siren song made damiens erars bleed witj [aassion. He covered District Attorney's beautiful tender ears with his sweaty palms and whipered hottly ' Don't get too close it's dark inside... my sweet love...' All of a ssudden Jackson Wang emerged from the bathroom 'waddup dude bros we need to parrtay partay yeaah bro..' they all yelled at him beacuse he not ery helpdufl.

jACKSON Wang went agry and his eyes turn scary bllood read. 'I AM A DARK EMPATH AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME' he screamed annoyingly loud. Everyone rolled their eyes and laughed at him being lame as h3ll. 'Sacrebleu' he cried in anger and stormed off with his demon horns very scrry.

Damien pathetically fainted because of Jimin(from BTS) and his seducion. Jimin(from bts) looked at district attorney and leaned forward hotly...

(Spoiler for naughty scenes!!!)

They kissed. And Jimin (from BTS) was very happy that they kissedbecuse he liked district attorney

(Naughty scenes over ,sorry guys!)

They walked over Dameins pathetic body, trampling his his ripped jorts- which were very trendy at high shcool - and they shwed iff hs hairy legs which was ery popular and likeable and a sign of sigma energy... this was a high sign of disrespect from Jimin (from BTS) and Damien shed a single tear whilst on the floor.

Jungkook POV

Jungkkok was inside the expecnise bhouse and he was sad because v was late and he was annoying... Jungkook called V's phone. Jackson Wang answered ' Jungkook am i an empath' he sobbed tearfully into the phone. Jungkook winced at the bad audio and the god awful crying becasue jackson wand was annoying party man. Jungkkook reassured him that he was an empath and they talked for hours about how empaths are so misunderstood.. as jungkook was also an empath and could sense that being called not an empath made Jackson sad. (sorry if i made the characters too op). Jackson Wang hung up the phone and smiled to himself and put V's bloody phone in his pocket disrespectfil( remebrer guys dont do this its not cool unless you are hot like jackon wang!!)

????'s POV

Jimin (from BTS) will be mine. I love him and I know in my heart that District Attorney is not good enough for him... YOU are not good enough for him. Why dont yyou just get with smelly loser dog boy instead? Jimin (from BTS) is my one and only live and he doesnt love you. You dont know him like i do okay? I saw him yesterday and i bet you never saw him yesterday beacuase he doesnt love you,Haha i win. loser

(Sorry guys i know its very mean it will make snse later)

I must eatnspefgeyr again bye guys.

#jungkook #jeongguk #kim taehyung #taetae #markiplier #damien #darkiplier #youtuber egos #vampires #vampire #werewolf #werewolves #romance?

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childish-ish · 3 years

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Yoo! *hands you subway sandwich* I absolutely loved the soulmate AU with Micheal making choices for each other. And I was wondering (if you can/want) what would it be like for Billy Lenz.

hii *fucking devours subway sandwich* thank u so much i love u <3 i would love to write for him! sorry if hes ooc :<

sorry it took so long too, i thought it said lOOMIS AND I LOOK BACK AND IT SAYS LENZ LMFAAAOOOOOOOO then i procrastinated xd its super awkward and weird, im sorry!! i tried- i was on major fucking writers block!!

bro u made me eat a bug dont talk to me

soulmate au.. makin choices fo eachother..

billy lenz x reader

also, just imagine like. a party right before christmas and they dont call the police to help them rather do it themselves, but then 1 girl calls and they're on their way at the end.. ya dig? ALSO I KNOW ITS HIS HOME BUT I DIDNT HAVE AN IDEA SO xd

"Hello?" You answer the phone politely, looking over your notes before closing the book as you wait in silence for a reply on the other line. "Hellooo?" You drag out the 'o' in hello.

"Y/n? Hey, hows'it going. Listen i have this party goin' on and I know you don't have jack-shit to do, so, why don't you come on over?"

Barb! Ah, that bitch.. should i? You thought over the pros and cons as Barb waited impatiently on the other line.

soulmate chooses: go to party.

"Yeah, I'm coming. Streets?" You ask, opening your notebook back up, flipping to a blank page as Barb told you the address. You hang up on the girl and rip the piece of paper off, holding it between your teeth as you lift yourself from your cushioned chair, grabbing your coat that hung on the back and quickly stuffed the address in the pocket of your coat.

eat bug or do not eat bug.

You furrow your eyebrows at the choices. Before choosing 'do not eat the bug'. What the fuck?

Of course you would choose not to eat the fucking bug. You weren't a dick. But your fucking soulmate was. You were totally gonna beat their fucking ass for choosing such choices.

You sigh, grabbing your coat on the way out. Your necessities jingling in your pockets of said coat. You shove your hand in, dragging out your keys, turning around to lock your door. Sighing once more, as you enter your car and start the ignition. You pull out the address. "Can't be too hard, can it?" You mutter, finally pulling out of your driveway.

"Hello!" You wiggle your fingers as a small wave at the unrecognizable woman who opened the door. "Hello." Sge greeted back softly. "Are you a friend of Barbs'?"

"You betcha!"

"Well, I'm Jess! It's a pleasure to meet you.. come on in!" Jess opened the door wider. You see a few other girls chatting lively. A glass or a beer bottle in their hands. You follow Jess.

"Y/n! You made it! Good job." Barb greeted you, immediately handing you a beer you watched her pop open. You grab it, took a gulp, and thanked her.

You spot an ant crawling on the counter by you. Jess and Barb began to argue softly. Background noise.. You debate on whether to wipe it up and eat it. You shake your heads of the thoughts to rid of the possibility of your soulmate choosing-

eat the ant.

You growl under your breath, crushing the ant under your index finger and wiping it off on your tongue. You swallow it with your spit.

Im totally beating my soulmates fucking ass.. you thought angrily, chugging the rest of your piss-tasting beer. Chug, chug, chug! You cheer yourself on.

soulmate chooses: chug.

You chuckle before downing the rest of your cheap beer. Barb hands you another wordlessly. A smirk planted on her lips as she watches you down another.

"You should really slow down, Y/n."

"Eeh come on, Jess." Barb rolled her eyes, tossing an empty bottle into the trashcan. "Her soulmate probably made her chug." Barb defends poorly.

"I suppose.. how about you chug some water?"

"Yeah.. that'd be best. I'm already feeling a fucking buzz!" You laugh, being the lightweight you were.

Soon. You had awoke in a extremely comfortable bed with a small headache.

"It's so quiet.." You mutter to yourself. Dragging your hand over your face before quickly pulling away, realising you already had acne that was beginning to sprout. You stare at the ceiling, glancing at the window. Still night-time. You turn your head to the nightstand. The lamp was on. A small glass of water.

"Awh." You smile at the thought of one of the girls leaving a cup of water for you, quietly closing the door behind them. You immediately sit up and chug the water, tossing in the two pills that lied on a small napkin right next to it. You swallow, lathering the pills up in your spit.

You stretch your arms over your head, before falling back onto the plush mattress layered in bedding. You sigh, before finally deciding that it was time to get up and see what was going on downstairs. If you were even upstairs.. you cant tell. Maybe you were downstairs? You continued your train of thought as you closed the door behind you politely. Not bothering to take the glass with you.

You continue down the stairs, hand sliding down the railing as you slowly step down each step, before noticing the sticky, yet not sticky liquid your hand laid in. "The fuck? Strawberry syrup, L-O-L." You lift it up to your lips, licking. Clearly not thinking as the taste registered.

"Pennies. Blood? Oops." You wipe your fingers off on your shirt, quickly continuing down the stairs. "Baaarrrb?!" You call out, awkwardly. "Oh. Who's the shit-face drunk lying on the floor." You step closer towards the dining area. "Barb? You fucking drunk." You snicker.

soulmate chooses: kick her.

You do so. Not like you had any choice yourself. Kicking her lightly in the stomach, you step away. "What the fuck?!" You shriek, slapping the hand that was placed in your shoulder. You turn around to face a rugged man in a dark sweater and black pants. no shoes? Yet socks on his feet.. "Who are you?!"

The person before you didn't answer before lifting up a single hand thay held a.. glass unicorn? The tip of the horn was covered in a red substance. You could only assume strawberry syrup once more.

"Murderer!" You shriek, grabbing the lamp next to you and chucked it at the offending man who barely dodged it. He screamed back in response before lunging at you; successfully tackling you to the carpet rug.

"I can't believe you, are my soulmate.. well no, i can." You place your index finger on your chin in a thoughtful manner as you stare at the ceiling. "Are you?"

"billy made you eat an ant." he snickers horridly in your ear.

As, Billy, with the biggest cock known to man, squabbled and licked the shell of your ear, muttering about pigs and boobs and pussies, you nod to yourself.

"I can just hand you over to the police, no problem." You hug yourself. "But could I, really? My soulmate. Who has killed people.. Barb. God, you fucking cunt!" You screech, rolling away from him, just to jump back on the wide-eyed motherfucker, wrapping your hands around his neck and your cunt being right over his crotch. Haha.

He gasped for air, short, uneven nails scratch at your hands.

Tables were turned, and you were back on the floor with Billy over you, screaming out profanities.

"I'm sorry, Billy." You apologize falsely. Tears streaming down to your ears, since, you were on the floor.. gravity? "You killed my friend, man. I didn't even know her that long!"

Billy leans over and licks the tears away. You flinch away, before he pulls you into his lap awkwardly, his head dipped down into the crevice of your neck and sniffed loudly before giggling to himself.

"Billy's pretty little pig. Billy's. Pretty pig. Pretty cunt. Pretty, pretty, pretty." He mutters, an odd sense of nostalgia washed over you, catching an odd scent that activated said nostalgia.

"Move bitch. Let me get fucking comfortable." You snap, pulling out of his hold and turning your body around to face him. Crotch to crotch as you wrap your legs above his own.. does this make sense? You wrap your legs around his and he crosses his legs, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you fiddle with his hair.

"Man, you are such a fucking dick. Making me do all those fucking things while i chose nice things for you.." You lay your head on his shoulder. Very much stinky, yes.

"We should dip though. Didn't one of the girls call the police while yo' dumb-fucking-ass was suffocating one?" You pull away, getting a good look at his face.

You wouldn't say he was.. handsome.. but you certainly wouldn't say he was ugly. His skin was.. a sickly pale yellow. His.. fuckimg huge brown eyes stared at you. His cracked lips were curled into a unnerving smile.

soulmate chooses: leave.

"Yeah. Let's go." You stand, offering him a hand.

Billy's blood coated calloused hand makes contact with your own. You gag, covering your lips with your free-hand. "Fucking disgusting." You mutter in disgust, enduring it for the sake of your new partner.

You shove Billy in the back of your car, slamming the door shut and sprinting to the other side, just to slip right before you put your hand on the door.

You swing it open angrily, sitting down and starting the ignition, ignoring Billy's giggles and mutters as he peers out the window like a little kid looking at snow for the first time.

break the window or tap obnoxiously.

You roll your eyes, the hint of a smile plastered onto your lips.

tap obnoxiously.

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasherslikebeetroot #billy lenz x y/n #billy lenz x you #billy the moaner x reader #billy the moaner #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz #black christmas 1974

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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Brickercup: End of the world and I’m stuck with a jackass like you.

First time writing for them lol. But why are they the xmas ship? Green and red? haha. Just some family fluff and some butchubbles too because i can.

Hope you enjoy!!

Tag list: @shellielyzabeth @over-under-through1 (if you wanna be added to the list just go to my tag list post :) )

Rated: T

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She always thought her death would be a remarkable one. It would be seen on tvs across the world as she took her last breath defending the city she loved. They would build statues in her honor and have awards in her name. It would be bloody, cruel and down right horrific. But it would be in the name sake of her duty.

She could see it now. The swell of the beast, too powerful even for her. Its fist would come crashing down and as she flew to blow it to shreds with her sisters by her side, it would fall and die with a creaky scream as her body floated to the pavement and she smiled knowing she saved the world one last time.

A worthy death for one of the greatest heroes in the world.

Instead she was trapped in a deflating bounce house that had too much money on the security deposit to damage it.

The plastic shrunk slowly. An annoying sound buzzing from it as the walls collapsed fast. You would think that two powerful beings could manage to get out of it, but at last, they were ambushed.

The stickiness made her uncomfortable as it caved around her body and of course it didn’t help that her husband's leg was thrown over her stomach.

“Could you move your leg before I blast it to pieces?” She shouted over the sound of high pitched deflating.

She could hear him grumble. “If I could I would woman!”

This was all his fault. If he learned how to say no to his darling little five year old, they wouldn't be trapped in the sweltering heat trying to free themselves from this hell hole prison. But no. Little Blair had to get her way.

“Momma please! Please can I have a pretty pony bouncy castle!” She was floating and batting her eyelashes but Buttercup knew better.

It was going to be way too hot for an outside birthday but after she flew straight to daddys office and smiled, she was being carried in the arms of her husband and he had already rented the finest bouncy castle around. Not even Princess’s son would have it.

Plus they had a pool so they could just toss the kids who complained about the heat into it.

“Learn how to say no Jojo.” She said to him as she twisted her arm to lift up the plastic off her face. The giant eye of a blue pony stared at her through the netting making her shiver.

His face was flush to the ground by now and he pushed himself up, accidentally kicking his wife's shin in the process. “You could have said something! Fuck! Wake her up from her nap and get her ass out here to plug it in.”

“Oh yeah, why don’t you just sonic scream at her and make her cry?” They knew better than to wake up a sleeping Blair. Oh no the temper of a red and green mixed together was more than anyone could handle.

Buttercup was thankful in this moment that they only had one kid. That’s all they needed right now.

Brick fell silent at this. “Great now we are stuck.” he mumbled as all the air went out.

“End of the world and I’m stuck with a jackass like you.” She said as she slapped his ass.

“Hey paws off the merchandise.”

“You weren’t saying that a second ago.” She said smugly.

He turned his head to glare at her. “That was before this dumb thing decided to eat us alive.” He frowned. “Ruined the fucking mood.” He mumbled the last part.

“Quit being a baby and crawl Brick. I think I’m gonna pass out and you’re closer to the door.” She tried to fan herself. This is the karma she got for making out with her husband in this thing. To be fair, she was making sure it blew up properly and he tackled her, don’t get it twisted.

“We have powers and yet I am being humiliated by some god damn toy!” She could see the red spark igniting in from his fist.

Buttercup moved again, arm scraping across the bright pink flooring. “You’re the one who got this and unless you wanna tell our daughter why her pony castle is blasted to shreds, you are going to get us out of here or so help me.”

He mumbled something she couldn't make out and finally his leg was off of her. Thank goodness. He managed to crawl towards the door using one of his arms to hold up the plastic and the other to guide him to freedom. She followed after him making sure he didn’t stop and accidentally slam his ass into her face.

He reached the door first, eye widening as he stared at the entrance to this horror show.

“Uh babe?”

“What?” She still needed to finish cutting the fruit and getting the tables set up.

“Did you lock us in here?”

She finally managed to crawl to the door next to him. “Why the fuck would I-.” Her eyes narrowing on the door. “Brick?”

“Yeah.” He raised his brows.

“The zipper.”

“I know.”

“It’s on the outside.”

“I can see that.”

“Then why would you ask if I zipped it?” Her voice was full of confusion.

They looked at each other then back to the door. “If you didn’t zip it.”

“And you didn’t either.” Buttercup’s eyes widened.

“Then who?” Their voices were in unison.

Then they heard it. That sweet innocent giggle. All of a sudden the face of their five year old birthday girl was pressed against the door. Her smile was blinding and those dazzling red eyes sparkled with mischief.

“We got you mamma and daddy.” She smiled proudly.

“Blair, honey. Did you unplug the blow up?” Buttercup asked sweetly and she nodded her head, whipping her black hair that was pulling into ponytails.

“We thought you were napping.” Brick said. His face became scrunched with confusion. “Wait what do you mean we?”

In a flash their daughter was picked up by a pair of arms as she sprouted another laugh.

“She means me duh.” The voice came and Buttercup tilted her head up to see a wicked grin and a pair of deep emerald eyes. The same devious smirk was plastered on his face.

Buttercup gritted her teeth. “Butch you have five seconds to let us out or I swear-”

“Ohh I’m so scared. Look Ruby, mom's mad.” He snickered to the little girl who was trying to hide her own laugh.

“Shes mad at you Uncle Butch, this was your idea.” Blair giggled.

“Hey don’t rat me out. Tell them it was the wind.”

Brick glared at him. “Don’t teach my kid how to lie.”

“You’re right bro, she’ll learn it from the king himself.” He winked.

Buttercup matched her husband's expression. “Blair, be a good girl and let us out or no cake.”

Those bright red eyes held fear as the threat of no cake came. She grabbed her uncle’s face, tears brimming her water line. “No cake!” She gasped and flew out of Butch’s arms to the door, pulling desperately on the zipper. “I want my cake!” Blair practically growled and soon her parents were free.

Buttercup scooped up her little girl and brought her towards the house, meanwhile Brick was just fuming at his younger brother.

“What the hell man?”

“That's what you deserve for being nasty.” Butch glared at Brick.

Brick rolled his eyes and pushed past him to plug it back in. The huge ponies came to life as they began to fill with air.

“Oh please like you wouldn’t do that same thing.”

Butch fake scoffed. “I wouldn’t. My wife would be nake-”

“SHUT UP!”

“I’m sorry momma.” Blair smiled softly. “But Uncle Butch made me.” She defended.

Buttercup only laughed and kissed her head. “I know sweetheart. Now your dad is gonna set your castle up and i'm going to finish up in the kitchen.”

“What should I do?” Blair asked.

Buttercup looked over at Brick and Butch before grinning.

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“I can’t believe you were stuck.” Bubbles laughed as she placed the last of the snacks on the table.

Buttercup only rolled her eyes before popping a strawberry in her mouth. “Well it’s all your husband’s fault.”

Another giggle came from the blonde. “Oh I'm sure you’ll find a way to get him back.” She waved her hand before handing a berry to her one year old, Beck.

“Oh I did.” Buttercup laughed and Bubbles shrugged.

“HEY RUBY PUT ME DOWN!” A shout came from outside and the girls looked to see Butch being held up by his niece.

She gave a laugh before throwing him down into the pool. A giant splash coming from the water as she turned and skipped towards her dad acting like she had done nothing.

“See, got him back.” Bubbles said as she watched her husband claw his way out of the pool with a scowl.

“Serves him right, I almost died.”

Bubbles picked up her baby carrying him over to the window to see Butch chasing Blair and Brick on the ground laughing. “Well Butch caught you two so he probably wanted to mess with you.”

“It’s not like we were doing anything! Besides, you two would do way worse, you nasties.” Buttercup made a fake throwing up sound as she watched Blair throw Butch back into the pool. “I should have her throw you in too.”

Bubbles slapped her arm playfully. “You wouldn’t have your daughter throw a pregnant woman.” She gestured to her baby bump.

“Like I said, nasty. Butch couldn’t wait five minutes before knocking you up again, geez.”

Bubbles smirked and opened up the sliding glass door. “Blair darling come through your mother in the pool she’s being mean.”

“Throw your dad in.” Buttercup yelled as she brought out the cake. “Im busy.”

They heard another yell and another splash. “And there goes Brick.” Bubbles laughed.

“That's my girl.”

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odderancyart · 7 years

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The Cherry Chronicles pt. 4

(I renamed it. Earlier it was only called Cherry. For explanation why, check out AO3)

First Chapter 3 Next

AO3

Warnings: past abuse, alcohol, PTSD

Summary: Another Sans appears in Underfell. The only problem, except getting him home, is that this one’s showing signs of abuse, and is terrified of Papyrus.

Papyrus frowned as he carried the unconscious Sanses toward their house. The few monsters still outside at this time of night immediately scuttled out of his way as he marched by. He knew he was made for an intimidating picture, even if he wasn’t wearing his battle body now. One single, dangerous scar, instead of the thousands of smaller scars lesser monsters had. High heeled boots, designed specifically to work as a weapon, clothed completely in leather – which wasn’t easy or cheap to come by, and that he wore so much of it witnessed of his power – and scarf swinging in the wind behind him. He didn’t really need to dress to impress in Snowdin, but he had always enjoyed doing so, ever since he was a babybones. The two smaller skeletons in his arms might’ve made the picture a bit less scary, but not remarkably so.

He didn’t show it, but Papyrus felt quite uneasy. Cherry’s actions at the bar was highly worrying. How the other had begged him not to hurt him, and showed such submission, before passing out. So different from his own brother. Sans would never show that kind of weakness. Sans didn’t show fear for anybody. He had literally laughed in the king’s face more than once. Had it been anyone else, they would have been executed immediately. Luckily enough, King Asgore seemed to have something of a soft spot, or at least a lack of caring, for his brother. And, Papyrus guessed, as the Royal Judge and Spymaster Sans had to be able to say what he truly thought to His Majesty, or he wouldn’t be to much use.

He growled and let his eyelights flash dangerously at one of the bunnies who was on her way to Grillby’s. She didn’t get out of the way quick enough, making him slow down. The bunny, Molly, squeaked in fear and quickly jumped away, mumbling a “Sorry, Lieutenant” as she left.

When they reached home, Papyrus had to put down Cherry to be able to open the door’s three locks. The risk that anyone would break in was slim, but one couldn’t ever be too cautious.

Just as he had opened the last lock, Cherry began to stir. He opened his eye sockets, and was shivering in the cold. He blinked a couple times before his eyelights became focused, staring at Papyrus. The gaze was unnerving, almost completely blank. Then, without warning, the eyelights magnified, and shuddered. Cherry began to shake, quickly averting his gaze from the taller. Instead he looked around, his shaking getting worse as he realized that he was sitting on the porch.

“p-please,” was the first thing he said once he had collected himself enough to speak. It was more of a gasp than a word. “d-d-don’t l-l-leave me o-out he-here a-again. th’ dogs’ll… they’ll… not a-a-again, please Boss, i'm sorry, p-please let me i-in. i’m s-sorry.”

Papyrus stared at him in shock.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” he asked, making Cherry flinch violently. “OBVIOUSLY I WON’T LEAVE YOU OUTSIDE. IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE WINTER. YOU’D FREEZE TO DEATH, IF SOMEONE DIDN’T DUST YOU FIRST.”

“t-t-thank y-y-you, B-Boss.”

Papyrus opened the unlocked door, and made a move to pick the other up again. With how Cherry’s eyelights nervously traced his hand, he thought better about it, though. Instead he simply swept out with his hand, silently telling the other to get inside. With a grateful, worried smile Cherry didn’t even stand up. He just crawled in on all four.

Papyrus stared after him until the other had curled into a small ball on the floor, watching him. He then checked that Sans was still asleep, and went inside himself.

Sans woke up with a headache. That was normal. Nights spent at Grillby’s almost always gave him a hangover of some kind. Only a headache was a mild punishment for his drinking-habit. He rolled out of bed, and stood up. He swung slightly, it took a while to find his balance. Sans yawned. Checked the clock. 11:00. Quite early then. For him, at least. Boss would disagree. Sans was starving.

As he already was dressed – Boss had given up at undressing him before putting him to bed when he was drunk – he only shrugged his jacket on before making his way out of his room. He was in an oddly good mood, and it felt great. He grinned as he stepped out of his room. He and Cherry had the house for themselves now. Boss was always at work by now. Cue napping and punning all day.

Now when he thought about it, had Cherry told a single pun? He had laughed at Sans’, but… had he come with any of his own? Sans couldn’t remember it, if he had.

As he reached the stairs and looked down, he froze.

Downstairs, Boss was sitting in one of the armchairs, head in his hands. Doomfanger was lying in his lap, purring loudly in what looked like a try to comfort him. Why wasn’t he at his job? Cherry was on the floor, fast asleep. And bound. His hands were tied together, and so were his legs. What. The hell? Sans shortcutted down, standing in front of his brother. Papyrus looked up as he appeared. He looked so infinitely distressed, it hurt Sans’ soul.

“hey, hey, boss?” He immediately forgot whatever he had been planning on saying. He needed to comfort his bro. “what’s wrong?”

Papyrus looked like he had been sitting here all night. Sure, he didn’t actually need sleep, but it still wasn’t good for him.

“He’s scared of me,” Boss whispered. “Yesterday. He was so sure I was going to hurt him, begged me not to beat him. Called himself disgusting. He became terrified when I was about to touch him. He begged me not to leave him on the porch. In the middle of a winter’s night.”

Sans stared at his brother in shock. What? Why would Cherry… stars. No wonders Papyrus was so upset. Neither of them minded people fearing them. Hell, most of the time they loved it. Fear was delicious, and safe, and empowering. Nevertheless, seeing how Cherry was another version of him, it was a disturbing thought. He tried to imagine a Papyrus acting that way. It was impossible.

“I had to tie him up,” his brother continued, voice slightly shaky. “He wouldn’t stop scratching himself. There was marrow. And when I tried to put him on the couch he had a panic attack. That’s why he’s on the floor. But the scariest part is that even when panicked, he obeyed everything I said.”

“there’s somethin’ seriously fuckin’ wrong with his ‘verse,” was all Sans could say.

Boss only nodded in reply.

Cherry woke up slowly. His head was spinning slightly. Right. He had spent the night at Grillby’s with the native Sans of this universe. He tried to move, and felt his arms and legs being restrained. He let out a sigh, slightly relieved. The familiarity of being tied up was comforting. The last two days had been so weird. No beatings, no degrading words. He had gotten food, sleep, and even jokes. He wasn’t complaining exactly. It was kind of nice. Still. It was so weird, and he was even more at tenterhooks than before. Just waiting for the coin to drop and Boss to punish him for being so weak, such a disappointment. It was really taking a toll on him.

He heard voices, one of them belonging to him, and what sounded like his new nickname. As soon as he moved, though, they stopped. Cherry slowly opened his eye sockets, only to see his doppelgänger and Boss staring at him. They almost looked worried, which was a laughable thought. Or well, Sans he could possibly see. They were the same monster after all, it was natural to be worried about yourself. But that Boss would be worried about a pathetic disgrace like him was ridiculous.

“mornin’,” Sans eventually said. “didya… sleep well?” He sounded unsure, eying Cherry’s tied up limbs. He shrugged as well as he could. It had been decent. No nightmares at least, he had been too out of it to dream. “that’s… good.”

“MIND EXPLAINING WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY?” Boss asked, an odd look on his face. Cherry wasn’t sure what that was, he hadn’t seen his Boss in other moods than angry, smug and amused for more years than he bothered to remember. Well, there was the time when he got promoted to lieutenant by the King himself. That time there had been pride. Cherry had long since lost the ability to know what his Boss was thinking.

Cherry frowned worriedly. He didn’t know what there was to explain. What did Boss mean? What if he gave the wrong answer? Boss always had a certain answer in mind when he asked him things, and if he gave the wrong answer it never ended well. It was usually ‘yes Boss’ or ‘as ya wish, Boss”, which was easy enough, but to questions like this that didn’t really suffice.

“w-w-well,” he stuttered. “i – we – w-w-were b-bein’ disobedient. w-we weren’t allowed ta go ta grillbz’s. a-and not ta g-get d-drunk.”

Wait. He wanted an explanation, not a resumé. Cherry was so stupid.

“w-w-we worked at th’ machine, and t-then g-got tired, so w-we thought we’d t-take a pause, a-and forgot th’ time.”

“THAT’S… NOT WHAT I MEANT,” Boss blinked, and stared at him. Cherry could hardly stop himself from trembling.

The cat from earlier – Doomfanger, if he remembered right – suddenly stood up, and jumped of Boss’ lap. It was a weird sight to see anything trust Boss enough to be that close to him. Especially something that small and helpless. When they were babybones it could’ve happened, but then their world got to him. Papy became Boss, and they survived thanks to it. Cherry was too weak to protect his baby brother, after all, so Boss had to protect them both instead.

The cat walked over to him, climbing on top of his stomach, and lied down. Purrs shook his entire body. It was weird. Cherry froze, prepared for the thing to sink its claws into him. When it never came he couldn’t stop himself from relaxing. The warmth and purring was oddly calming.

“ey, lookit, boss. doomfanger likes ‘im,” Sans commented, sounding amused. “good job, cher.” Cherry almost twitched at the nickname of his nickname. “took me months.”

“THAT WAS ENTIRELY YOUR OWN FAULT, BROTHER,” Boss pointed out, sounding slightly annoyed. That was another thing. Cherry hadn’t heard Boss sound more than annoyed during the two entire days he had spent here. No anger. “IT WOULD HAVE GONE QUICKER IF YOU HADN’T GONE OUT OF YOUR WAY TO DISLIKE HIM YOURSELF.”

“heh. ya got me.”

Suddenly Sans’ face turned serious again, and he stared straight at Cherry before walking up to him. He began to untie him. As soon as he was free from the ropes Cherry began to rub his wrists. The ropes had been unusually, and unnervingly, loose, but they had still rubbed at his bones uncomfortably. Doomfanger jumped down on the floor, which allowed him to it up instead. The cat began to rub himself against his leg, and Cherry tentatively petted him. He threw glances in Boss’ direction to make sure he didn’t mind, and got a little bolder once Boss almost looked… pleased. There was still that odd expression on his face, though.

The next words Sans’ uttered made cold spread in Cherry’s bones. Those words had never, not once, meant something good.

“i think ya owe us an explanation, buddy.”

An hour later, the three skeletons sat in the living room again. Sans and Papyrus on the couch, Cherry on the floor. He had seemed so nervous at sitting in the couch or an armchair that they’d given up and allowed him there.

Papyrus had insisted they’d eat breakfast before having this talk. Said everything seemed a little lighter when you weren’t half-starved. Especially seeing how two of them were more or less hungover. Heh. Sans chuckled to himself. His brother was such a sweetheart sometimes.

Breakfast had been an uncomfortable event. Cherry had kept glancing at Boss like he thought the food would be taken from him at any moment, devouring it quicker than a street urchin would. The brothers, on the other hand, had been too bothered with what they knew and almost-suspected to bother trying to ease the mood. At least what Papyrus almost-suspected. Sans refused to believe it. There was no way that any world had made his brother into what it seemed like. Impossible. Papyrus’ kindness was one of the constants in his life, that hadn’t changed no matter what happened or how much LV he gained. His brother wasn’t often nice, but he was so heartbreakingly good. He quickly dismissed the idea that anything could change that.

Cherry nervously toyed with the hood strings as he waited for them to say anything. Finally, Papyrus spoke up.

“NOW,” he said, sounding determined. “I WANT TO KNOW WHAT EXACTLY IS GOING ON WITH YOU AND YOUR BROTHER.”

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hi moo moo!!!! Can we be friends

of course!! Being friends with people is always lovely!

though you may not want to be friends with me after this

okay so this is the epitome of crack...Robin (Dick at 15 years old) and Catwoman end up at the wrong place at the wrong time, resulting in them being high af

the results are, admittedly, ridiculous and im so glad this fic has never seen the light of day

Catwoman sat down on the floor with a plop, beer sloshing over. Robin rolled off the couch, purposefully avoiding the coffee table. His foot caught on the coffee table and he fell anyway.

"Share?" he asked, head ringing from its recent encounter with the floor.

She nodded, taking a quick swig and handing it over to him. After several moments passing the bottle back and forth, Catwoman announced that the situation really wasn't acceptable, and D.H. Lawrence once said “A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it,” and Robin responded with a large "Carpe Diem, baby!" and hit his head on the floor again, and they both decided that life was really too short to sit and cry on the floor, and they really needed to go out and live their life.

Which is why the ended up at the bar.

"How old are you?" the patron questioned, bushy brows lowering.

Robin beckoned him forward, leaning in to whisper in his ear. The man complied but found the only response was whistling gibberish. Finally, after the last "hushnaplaubaba", Robin proclaimed: "I am Robin. I am immortal."

He grinned goofily, flicking the hair out of his masked eyes.

The bartender shrugged.

"That is right!" Catwoman joined in, swinging her legs on the bar stool. "Bow to the omnipresence!" She raised her hands and lowered them in mock worship.

"Oh mah gawd, Cat," Robin gasped in offense. "That is SO not politically correct!"

"Oh mah gawd," she parroted, hand flying to her mouth. She stood up, waving her arms. "I apologize if I offended anyone of mythological origin!"

"Like me!"

"What are you?"

"I fly, duh. A bird-guy."

"You're a fairy!"

"That's what I meant. And you are Bastet, right?"

Her eyes glazed over. "I am."

"You know," she began conversationally, "it's a good thing you're a fairy and not a Roman god."

"Why?"

"Because Rome was so pedo."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. Did you know it was legal for slave owners to castrate their slaves?"

"Holy shit. No wonder Spartacus was so mad!"

"Riiiiiight?"

"I'd be furious if someone tried to take my balls!"

She gazed at him seriously. "Would you fight for them?"

"My balls? Heck yes!"

"SOMEONE," she bellowed, standing up upon her seat. "FIGHT THIS MAN FOR HIS TESTICLES!"

"Just try and take 'em, you nasty bastards!"

"I'll take 'em!" a voice called from the crowd.

Catwoman glared. "Shut the fuck up, you can't have his balls."

"But why--"

"SPEAK NOW, OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE WITHOUT THIS MAN'S TESTICLES."

When no one responded, she smiled and turned toward the bartender. "This man deserves a shot for defending his balls! Go on, give him a shot!"

"Oooooh, noooooo, don't cry, lil bro," she cooed, shoving her arms across his neck in a manner that was supposed to be comforting.

"I just don't understand my feelings."

"You think any of us do?"

"I never open up."

"I don't blame you. Your mentor dresses like a bat. Think about it."

"Holy Ham, Batman!" She stopped, smirking thoughtfully. "It is fun."

Robin placed his feet on the coffee table, arms behind his head. "And it annoys people. That's the whole point."

"It's purposefully annoying?"

"Yeah, just there to be a distraction."

"Oh." A moment passed. "Holy Kumquats, Batman!"

"Holy Pancakes, Batman!"

"Holy Sausage, Batman!"

"Holy Blitz, Batman!"

"Holy Shit, Batman!"

"Holy Fuck, Batman!"

They fell to cackling, bumping their feet against that cursed coffee table. Robin looked at it reticently. One more strike and you're out, he seethed at the furniture.

It smirked at him.

"Go to hell," he whispered to it.

"And just who is the Egyptian goddess?"

"Hey, no fair. Mythological creatures don't supersede superiority--"

"You're nothing but a fairy!"

"Excuse me?"

Both masked figures jumped. Their eyes were wide with terror as they gaped like choking fish on land. That is until they saw just who it was.

"BATMAN!" A joyous whoop rang through the air.

"The Batster!"

"Battyman!"

"Bat-a-lat-a-ding-dong!"

"The Grand Municipal!"

"We're not drunk!"

"We're stoned."

"STOOOOONNNEEDD."

"Robbie, pick a Stone Age name."

"Uh...flying eagles."

"Not a Native American name, dimwit."

"Oo-he?"

"That is so politically incorrect I don't even want to look at you right now. I'll be Dirt. You can be..." She placed a finger to her chin in thought. "Stick."

"Why?"

"Because that way everyone knows you still have your balls."

Batman narrowed his eyes. "What about his balls?"

"Nothing!" Robin snapped while Catwoman shouted, "You can't have 'em!"

"I don't want his...Robin, we're leaving."

"Shut up, Dracula poser!"

"Oh, man," Robin murmured, gazing at his hands in shock. "He kinda does look like it."

"Batman," she purred, tilting her head. "I got him drunk"

"You what?"

"Completely sloshed."

"I thought you said you were high?"

"SO high."

"We're Mount Everest right now," Robin piped up from behind him.

"That is it!" Robin roared, throwing himself on the coffee table. "You're going down!" The wood made a terrible splintering sound.

Crash!

"Ow! You gave me a splinter!"

Bang!

"Strike three, bitch!"

Batman pulled Robin off the table that is now in shambles, while Robin struggled and growled at the wooden atrocity.

"Fuck you, table," he hissed, hands reaching out like demon claws. "Fuck you!"

"Robin!"

"You're gonna die, asshole!"

Robin was promptly grabbed and shook. "Calm down!"

"It's sassing me!" he screeched, struggling against the older man's hold. "Can't you see it sassing me?"

Here Catwoman spoke up. "I can see it sassing you."

Batman glared at the two of them. "The coffee table," he emphasized, "is not sassing anyone."

Robin pouted. "That's because it's a sneaky little shit."

"Robin."

Robin twisted, roaring, "Shut the fuck up, table!" He made a move to attack it again, only to be cuffed rather roughly. "Can't you hear it?" he pleaded rather desperately. "It's laughing. Get it to stop laughing, Batman."

"It's a coffee table."

"So?"

"It doesn't laugh."

Catwoman pushed him rather sloppily. "You are so narrow minded and judgemental," she accused. "Coffee tables do so laugh. Berenice never shuts up, and she's the curtain rod."

“Get out of my apartment."

"Gladly."

He made a move to leave with his intoxicated ward, but halted when she called out, "No, stop. Don't leave me alone."

"You won't be alone in jail."

She blinked. "I didn't steal anything, you son of a bitch."

He blinked also. She was really aggressive. "You're a criminal."

"I'm a cat lady. And you are taking my bro. Give him back."

Batman resisted rolling his eyes.

"He doesn't want to go with you," she added smugly. "Do you, Robbie?"

"No way. I want more weed."

Batman snapped a harsh look at him. "No more weed."

"You can't tell me how to live my life!"

"Or mine!"

He leveled a stern look at both of them.

"2, 4, 6, 8," she hummed, swaying on her feet. "Who do we really hate?"

"Batman!"

"Who?"

"Batman!"

"Say again?"

"Batman!"

"Enough," he ordered.

She set her jaw, taunting instead, "One, two, three, four, who should leave out the door? Batman!"

He made a move to go, but she caught his cape. "No, Grand Municipal. I have a confession to make."

"And?"

"I don't hate you."

"How comforting."

"I find your fashion choices extremely disturbing, but I don't hate you."

"Your costume is pretty whack too," Robin pointed out.

She sniffed. "And yours looks like you crawled out of a trash heap."

"Aw."

i am so sorry, pls forgive the folly of my youth. i wrote this like 3 years ago :/

#ask #anon #stell #replies #moo-moo #stell replies

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