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asukamood · 2 months

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Transfer (BTH)

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Previous Part – Next Part

First part

This post is part of the Bad Things Happen series.

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I was planning to write this a little while later but since I’ve understood that many people were very fond of this series (especially on Tumblr) I’ve decided to prioritize that one instead.

If you have not yet seen the post entitled Target Syndrome, I advise you to go read it as it will enable you to understand some parts of this one-shot that could seem confusing otherwise.

Enjoy your reading once again!

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Warnings: Implied past self-harm (not specified which)

Synopsis: “It won’t be of any problem.” A pause. “I... apologize about not being able to prevent this.” If he was initially talking to Randy, he was now looking at Hacker. He had never taken the time to apologize before, even if he felt like it was needed.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, looking each other in the eyes.

“...” Hacker eventually turned away. “You are not at fault.”

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When Finch pushed the door to Hacker’s room open, he was met with three pairs of eyes looking at him. The first had two hazy dark blue irises blinking at him, barely processing his presence while the other two, narrowed, bright red and alert, snapped toward him.

He tilted his head down to show he was here in peace, resulting in Bobby and Randy relaxing.

“Hello.” He eventually said, the greeting soon shot back to him. “I’m glad that everything seems to be going well, have you had the time to talk?”

“Hacks keeps zoning out.” Bobby admitted, glancing worryingly at said man before turning his attention back to Finch. “But yeah, we were pretty much done with the main topics.”

“You seem to have something on your mind, son. Is there something you want to tell us?” Randy interjected, startling Finch. Was it that obvious or did Randy just have a knack for that sort of thing? He did remember Hacker mentioning an ‘uncanny accuracy’ when it came to guessing whether he or Bobby had something to say to him.

“I just thought you would want to be informed of Hacker’s transfer.” As expected, that seemed to pique their interest. Even Hacker seemed to come back to focus, saying nothing but staring at Finch with an interested look, nonetheless. Finch brushed off the vague weird feeling he got as he realized he had never really heard the other being so silent.

“Where is he going to go? And when?” Randy asked immediately, Bobby adding that they better make sure nothing happens this time, a scary expression displayed on his face.

Hacker motioned for the two to calm down. “He didn’t even say anything yet, chill out.” Bobby turned to him, scratching his neck as he muttered an apology.

“It’s fine, I understand the concern.” Finch reassured, clearing his throat. “He should be moving as soon as he recovers to... erm...” As he was faced with the expectant look of the three others, Finch found himself thinking on how in the world he was supposed to say it without the whole dilemma sounding strange.

Finally giving up on it, he finally confessed that Hacker would be moved to his house.

Silence ensued, in which Bobby and Randy both turned to Hacker with the same pointed and warning look. Said man deadpanned at them.

“I can hardly make a normal conversation; do you think I have the capacity to start screwing around?” He hissed, irritated as he looked away. Finch was unsure whether he should see that as good news or unwelcome news.

“In our defense, you totally would.” Bobby retorted; his arms crossed around his chest.

“... Well, yeah I would but I am really not in the mood.” Randy just gave him pats him on the head, the younger man leaning into it.

“Could I trouble you to update us on Hacker’s condition once in a while?” Randy asked, choosing to ignore the conversation his two kids were having next to him. “I know you would be unlikely to do anything stupid, but I cannot help but worry still.”

“It won’t be of any problem.” A pause. “I... apologize about not being able to prevent this.” If he was initially talking to Randy, he was now looking at Hacker. He had never taken the time to apologize before, even if he felt like it was needed.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, looking each other in the eyes.

“...” Hacker eventually turned away. “You are not at fault.”

Finch was about to reply before Hacker started letting out painful noises, each one louder than the other. Bobby reached for his shoulder in concern, tapping it lightly as he asked him what the problem was. Randy soon joined him but neither of them received a response as Hacker just kept on cowering on himself.

Eventually though, he did manage to let out that it hurt, bad.

The rest of the conversation was lost as Finch had run out into the hallway, in search of an available doctor.

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The medical team that had hurried into the room once they were informed of what was happening soon came out, whispering among themselves. Ignoring that part for now, Finch approached them.

“How is he now?” The doctor he was speaking to bowed to him once he recognized him before straightening back up.

“We have managed to stabilize him.” He answered, looking back into the room. “Although... He’s the prisoner who is due to be transferred soon, right?” Finch nodded, noting that Randy and Bobby had started listening to the conversation.

“We have discovered something that you would probably want to know.” Finch frowned, what did that look on their faces mean?

“Proceed.” He encouraged.

“Have you ever heard of the disease called ‘Target Syndrome’?” At these words, if Bobby tilted his head on the side with a confused look, Randy’s reaction was much more aggressive as he froze, horror on his facial features.

Not him too, please.

Finch’s frown deepened but he stayed calm as of now. “I have yes, are you sure about this information? A wrong diagnosis of a disease like that...”

The doctor waved his worry away with the back of his hand. “I am aware but there is no doubt about that, we have made a soul screening earlier and these results do not lie. Nothing but the Target Syndrome would cause a soul to look this way.”

“At which stage is he?” Randy suddenly interrupted, the doctor blinking as his widened eyes stared up at the man. How he managed to not see the giant named Randy was an enigma.

“I presume you are close to the patient?” After the confirmation, he seemed to think about it a bit more. “I should not tell you that information but since the situation is this peculiar, I’ll make an exception today. He’s somewhere between Stage 2 and Stage 3, though he is closer to Stage 3 than he is Stage 2.”

Finch and Randy both paled at that, turning Bobby’s confusion into even more concern.

His question answered, the medic turned back to Finch. “We have some leads as to the dosage of medications needed to be prescribed but since we still have our doubts about this method of recovery, we would like to favor the more... ‘casual method’ of recovery if possible. I am unaware of your opinion on this prisoner, nor do I care about what crimes have led him to be put in a cell, I am simply asking you to make sure he would at least be comfortable in this new location.”

He then glanced at Bobby and Randy; the former latched on to the latter’s arm as he continuously asked what that really meant about Hacker. “This does imply to make sure these three will be able to talk as often as possible. I am aware that some restrictions should be put in place but in order to revert to an earlier stage, contact with loved ones is mandatory.” A pause.

“If you are unwilling to do it for his health, do keep in mind that what you will be doing would be another milestone reaching toward the full comprehension of this awful disease that has led many to die in horrific conditions.” Finch nodded, not interrupting in fear of missing out on some information. After witnessing it firsthand, it was hard not to think of how horrible dying from this disease was.

He still wished he could have done something, anything, to help him.

“Is there anything else I should be wary of?” If he was going to do it, he wanted to make sure he would do it well. Maybe this time, he would be able to prevent the death of another friend.

“... You should keep anything that could be harmful to him out of reach, especially when he already has a history regarding such incidents.”

Finch’s eyes narrowed. “Understood.”

The doctor, after some more recommendations, finally left.

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“Strangely, I’m not too surprised about your living room looking so... bland.” Finch frowned as he let his pupils travel the room. He had no idea what Hacker was talking about, his living room looked fine to him.

“Can we focus on more important matters?” He sighed as Hacker went to sit on one of his couches. Even if there was a slight limp in his footsteps, it was still relieving to see that he regained his ability to support himself enough to walk around. “How are you feeling?”

Hacker scoffed at the question. “What happened to the whole ‘I don’t talk to criminals’ attitude? Don’t tell me you are growing soft on me now of all times.”

That was something else Finch noted: his change of behavior. He sounded so much more bitter now.

“I am not. Is it that strange for me to inquire about your well-being?” The other glanced at him as he asked that, in search of any sign of mockery in Finch’s eyes. When he didn’t see any, he simply turned away from him.

“... I don’t know.” He shook his head, why was he acting like that now?

“Anyway,” Finch changed the subject, pointing at the staircase behind him. “Those stairs lead to the bedrooms. The first door on the right is a bathroom but the rest is free to use. You can pick any room you like; it doesn’t really matter to me.”

Hacker raised an eyebrow. “What about your bedroom?” Finch shrugged.

“I mostly just crash on the couch when I’m tired, so I don’t really have an assigned room.” The other gave him a skeptical look but did not comment further. “And over there--” He pointed toward a corridor. “--You can find the kitchen and another bigger bathroom. You are free to use anything in the kitchen as you would like and if you think you may be lacking in something, you can ask for it anytime.”

He nodded again, before pointing toward a computer left in the corner of the room. “What about this thing?”

“I was about to mention it. You can use it.” If Hacker looked numb before, the look of pure shock replaced it immediately.

“What? You’re not joking, are you?” Finch raised an eyebrow.

“When am I ever joking?” He retorted.

“Good point.” He looked happier than he did a few seconds ago, that was surely a good sign. He walked over to the other and handed him a little package.

Confused, Hacker took it and shot him a questioning glance. Finch’s only response was to tell him to open it. He did, not without shooting him a wary glance before his eyes lit up at the contents of said package.

“Is that...?”

“Your phone, yes.” Finch confirmed. “You are free to call Randy, Bobby and Blue as you please, though do keep in mind that I would be able to hear your conversation. I’ve also saved my number on your device, don’t hesitate to call me if you ever need it.”

“... That sounds too good to be true.” Hacker stated. “Are you sure there’s no catch? Like, I’m not going to be beheaded next week, right?” The combination of his voice cracking and the fear in his eyes earned him a horrified look from the officer.

“Of course not!” He exclaimed. “Nothing is going to happen to you, okay? You’re safe here.”

“...”

“I swear.” He quickly added, earning a sigh of relief.

“Okay... I trust you.” He slumped over the couch, his eyes beginning to droop. “Do you mind if I go take a nap? This whole transfer thing had my head spinning.”

“Not at all, go ahead.”

As Hacker closed his eyes, he vaguely remembered being wrapped in a blanket.

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starryelem · 11 months

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"What gets longer when you’re in love?"

Dream: "Time!"

Randy: "Will to live"

Error: "Sleepless nights."

Bobby: "Time you have to wait till you can play Minecraft."

Finch: "The work hours"

Ink: “silence."

Cross: "The grocery list."

Nightmare: "Cuddles"

Blue: "Credit Card debt."

Hacker: "Dick."

#this is so inaccurate #braincells? what are those?#dreamswap #dreamswap error #dreamswap ink #dreamswap dream #dreamswap bobby #dreamswap finch #dreamswap hacker #dreamswap blue #dreamswap randy #dreamswap cross #dreamswap nightmare

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jaywaslost · 4 months

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A week away

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Long story short I got bored and decided Finch and Hacker decided more content, so this was born

Ooooof course this includes some headcanons @asukamood and I have, in our defense theres barely any canon content of either of them. Anyways, enjoy what you're getting into :D

Sypnosis:

“You don’t just- get to do that! You don’t get to disappear for a week and not answer my questions when you come back Finch.”

The words hung heavy in the air, each sentence a weighted accusation that Finch felt like built up to a feeling of guilt that was growing with each second. He stood there, caught between the exhaustion and the emotional storm in Hacker’s eyes.

Creak

The door slid open, noise echoing through the otherwise silent room.

The man in the doorway looked around, but couldn’t see anything within the darkness of the house.

The hour was quite late, around 3:45 in the morning. Finch had just gotten back from a week-long mission, exhaustion written all over his features.

Putting his shoes away, he didn’t even bother taking his hat off before immediately collapsing on the couch. He shouldn’t be awake at this time, but some things can not be helped, this was one of those times.

It had been too long since he got to lay down and take a breather. It felt strange to do so after nonstop movement, but it was a welcome change of pace.

Heavens knew he needed it anyway.

He should probably eat, but his muscles were too sore to even think about getting up and grabbing something, let alone having to look around in the dark.

It was late, anyway. He may wake up Hacker with too much ruckus.

It’d been a while since he got to talk to Hacker..

His..fiance. 5 months earlier, the taller decided he wanted to take their relationship to the next level and took his chance when they were alone after an outing. It was clearly planned for a while, the ring picked perfectly to his size and liking.

It wasn’t all too flashy or big, but clearly not an ordinary run-of-the-mill one, perfect for his tastes.

He really knew what to look for.

It was meant to be a regular week for them earlier, but that was until lord Dream himself requested Finch’s presence urgently.

Neither of them knew the reason or how long he’d take, but it was expected to not be longer than maybe a few hours at most, a day if overkill.

But here he was now, back after a week.

One where he completely disappeared.

He didn’t check his phone during those few days, both lacking the ability and chance to.

He wonders if Hacker said anything about it..

It’s not the time to think about this, he should change.

Letting out a sigh from his lips, Finch sat back up, pausing momentarily to calm his head as it suddenly decided to make his life harder and feel like it was about to explode. Hacker would have loved to make jokes every time he said his head was pounding the last few days.

It felt oddly strange not to have someone laughing at every other word he said that could be misinterpreted.

He had gotten too used to the other’s presence, hadn’t he?

..no clue if that was good or not, but it wasn’t time to worry about that.

Finally mustering up the energy to get off the couch, he stood and decided to go to the closest bathroom in hopes of at least managing to wash his face before getting some much-needed rest. The last thing that mattered at that time was if the lights were on or not; Finch was very aware he looked like an absolute mess but didn’t have enough energy to care, not one bit and not at this hour.

The bathroom light flickered dimly as Finch entered, casting shadows all around him. The mirror reflected a face marked with exhaustion, dark circles beneath tired eyes. His hair was more messy than he’d usually leave it to be, uniform slightly wrinkled. As the water ran, he cupped his hands and splashed it on his face, the cool sensation felt refreshing even with the weariness that weighed him down.

Leaving the bathroom, he finally made his way to the room he and Hacker shared. The hallway felt longer than usual, each step echoing in the silence of the dimly lit apartment. Finch found himself leaning on the wall for support almost the entire time, his legs protesting the effort.

Leaning against the wall, Finch began to regret not just staying on the couch. The warmth emanating from the room felt inviting, but it was too late to go back now. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open, ready to face whatever awaited him on the other side.

The door creaked open, revealing the unlit room in all of its messy glory. It wasn’t a surprise to see some of his belongings lying around, it would be safe to assume the other got lonely and missed his presence. The cold air from the window hit him in the face immediately, causing him to shiver a little bit. It seemed like Hacker forgot to close it before going to sleep that night.

As his eyes adjusted to the room and its lighting once again, he noticed a figure sitting by the edge of the bed staring right at him. A rhythmic tapping sound echoed through the space, only stopping when their eyes met.

This should have been expected, Hacker has never been one for a normal sleep schedule and he wasn’t there to enforce one on him either. It probably spiraled out of control while he was gone.

The sound of the tapping wasn’t easy on the headache, but before Finch could get a word in, the other spoke up.

“Looks like you finally decided I was worth seeing again?” Hacker asked, words laced with spite.

Wonderful, this wasn’t going to be fun. The tapping had finally stopped, which was a relief at the very least.

”Hello to you too, Hacker," Finch managed, though the words escaped his lips in a monotone whisper. The energy required to sound out any warmth or emotion into his greeting seemed beyond his grasp at the moment, he was barely capable of processing what he heard and getting himself to say a thing at all. His initial dream of collapsing onto the bed and slipping into much-needed unconsciousness now felt like a distant fantasy, shattered by the tension that hung in the air.

The blond man, sensing Finch's mood, got off the bed and approached him cautiously. His tone shifted from stern to a more pressing concern.

"Where were you?"

Finch met Hacker's gaze with a wearied expression, his eyes heavy with fatigue. He then glanced back at the clock on their desk, a silent acknowledgment of the ungodly hour that had unfolded in the silence of their shared space. Neither of them should have still been awake at that time.

"Why are you awake? It’s 4 in the morning. That’s really not good for you, we ta-"

"I asked you a question, answer me," Hacker interrupted, his demanding tone hinting at the weight of whatever had transpired during the other’s absence. The room, illuminated only by the new soft glow of the desk lamp Hacker turned on moments ago (Finch doesn’t know how he missed that), felt suspended in a quiet tension, both men standing in the middle of a conversation that seemed to get them nowhere so far.

“Hacker-”

“I’ve waited for days wondering where you were. You didn’t respond to a single text. I'd have preferred you left me on seen; I’d have at least known you were ALIVE-”

“Can we please leave this for the morning? You need to rest. I c-”

“You don’t just- get to do that! You don’t get to disappear for a week and not answer my questions when you come back Finch.”

At this point, Hacker's frustration seemed to overcome the concern he felt. Was it that? Had they merged? Finch couldn’t tell.

He had never found himself feeling so conflicted over anything. The walls seemed to close in, the silence amplifying the gravity of the situation. It felt slightly difficult to breathe, why had he not thought of this? Finch’s shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, searching for words that could at least break some of the silence between them. Yet, the weight of the unspoken lingered, his tongue feeling heavy.

Hacker's frustration began to morph into a deeper worry as he took in the sight of Finch. The lines of exhaustion etched on Finch's face spoke volumes, and beneath the weariness, Hacker caught a glimpse of something else – vulnerability. That was enough to shake whatever he had built up, any anger that might have felt at that moment fading away.

The other never showed vulnerability. He was raised a soldier and never grew out of that, never allowing himself a moment of fragility or one second of relaxation either.

"Finch," Hacker's voice softened, concern (or perhaps regret?) replacing the anger that had fueled his previous words. He took a step closer, his eyes searching Finch's for some explanation that could quell the rising anxiety within him. The ‘flame’ was smaller than usual, from what he could see it was a light blue instead of the usual yellow or white.

"I get that you've had a tough week, but you can't just shut me out like this. What happened?"

Finch hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor before meeting Hacker's eyes again. Every cell in his body had been screaming in protest to his movements, it took everything in him to stay standing the entire…20? minutes they had been arguing if it can be called that.

If he wanted it to end, Finch knew he had to at least say something to calm the other’s nerves.

"It's complicated," he began, voice still as blank as it was before, but now carrying a hint of desperation "I didn’t expect it to last this long, but it turned out the mission I was deployed on was given to us based on mostly false information. I had to figure out what to do on my own with that."

Hacker's expression shifted to a mix of empathy and frustration, it was more like childish annoyance in a sense. "Well then whoever gave that information should’ve been the one dealing with it, not you. I was alone for so long waiting for you to show up in what you said would’ve been 2 days, did they really not have anyone else to help or anything?” he complained.

Finch nodded. The room felt quieter, the tension slowly dissipating as the atmosphere got lighter. At the lack of another response,Hacker finally let Finch’s shoulder go and dragged him towards the bed, realizing how likely it was that he didn’t rest during that entire ordeal.

"We’ll be talking about it tomorrow, do you hear me?" Hacker stated firmly, Finch nodded. The room felt quieter, the tension slowly dissipating as the atmosphere lightened. At the lack of another response, Hacker finally let Finch’s shoulder go and gently guided him towards the bed, recognizing the likelihood that Finch hadn’t rested during that entire ordeal.

Finch, caught in the undertow of exhaustion, managed a low but affirmative murmur. The events of the past week, the stress he had been carrying, all felt a little more distant as He lowered himself onto the bed holding onto the other for some support. He was still fully clothed, staring at the ceiling. In any other situation, Hacker may have joked about that, Finch willing to lay down in his work clothes and risk them getting ruined, but it didn’t feel like the time to (that didn’t mean he wouldn’t in the morning, though).

Hacker lingered by the bedside for a moment before going to turn off the lamp he switched on moments ago. He didn’t hesitate to get into the bed next to his beloved right after, he earned the right to some cuddles at the very least after all of that, Finch should have heard all he told Blue during this absence! He was so miserable on his own.

Finch didn’t protest, if anything he pulled himself closer to the other’s embrace having not felt this safe in days. He didn’t know why it felt that way, not like Hacker was capable of fighting someone off if the house was for example broken into.

Regardless, it was nice. He didn’t mind it.

Shockingly, despite his fatigue, Hacker was the one who fell asleep first. Finch only realized it when he tried to turn to his side but got pulled closer instead.

He didn’t try again, letting the sleeping Hacker do as he wished. The other was a heavy sleeper, he didn’t have to worry that much about waking him.

“You worry too much for me” he muttered, a weight setting back in his chest.

“This is why I feared accepting your advances, it’ll be the death of you. I’m not worth all of that” he sighed, though a smile didn’t leave his face.

With that, he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

#dreamswap #ship #angst #ds hacker #hacker #dreamswap hacker #finch #ds finch #dreamswap finch #Hinch #hurt/comfort #overworking #fluff #undertale #dreamswap killer #dreamswap colour

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slushysucksatart · 7 months

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hehehe

Halloween post

he's sneaky, sort of

bonus

SPOOKY SKETCHBOOK

#slushy #art #dreamswap #dreamswap bobby #dreamswap hacker

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ds-randy · 8 months

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who more frequently calls u dad by "accident"?Bobby or Hacker

dad by accident is usually hacker, bobby does it naturally

#hacker will go 'ddaaaa-' and then correct himself with my name #dreamswap #askrandyanything #dreamswap randy #dreamswap bobby #ds randy #dreamswap hacker

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fresh-trans-fish · 2 years

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The shades of white in Dreamswap

#undertale au #dreamswap #utmv #dreamswap cross #ds cross #ds ani #dreamswap bobby #dreamswap hacker #Ds randy #ds blue

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dsdreams-leftball · 2 years

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HOLY SHIT ITS THEODORE BRADFORD 😨😨😨

#dreamswap #ds hacker #dreamswap hacker

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onebizarrekai · 9 months

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it do!! (he's 31 now. wearing casual clothes here)

nobody suspects that anything is going on in the establishment because one of the staff keeps flirting with the local guard captain

#fatal flaws #dreamswap #ds hacker #ds finch #art closet #original characters #actually that makes them look more suspicious. which is hilarious

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unagidevi · 12 days

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more bluetooth but this time with West. Western shared with @starryelem

#dreamswap #undertale au #dreamtale au #art #artwork #digital art #undertale #ds hacker #dreamswap hacker #ds hacks #western 'cypher text' bradford #ds blue #dreamswap blue

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lostinwalmartmymomleftme · 2 months

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DS Ethnicity Headcanons

Yk what? I like you. *Shows you my actual list of ds ethnicities*

Dream: Chilean-America

Nightmare: Peruvian-American

Ink: Cuban-American

Cross: Irish-American

Error: Maybe American-Moroccan?

Blue: American-Italian/Portuguese

Randy: American (Most likely British Roots)

Bobby: American-German/Japanese

Hacker: American-Korean/Russian

Finch: American-Navajo/Venezuelan/Cuban/German/Creole

Ani: French/Italian(low percentage, but it’s there)

Colton: German-American

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mrpotguy · 6 months

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Cringetober 2023

Day 2 - Self Insert

I am chef in justice reigns

#mrpotguy #mrpotguydrawings #undertale au #dreamtale au #dreamswap #work in justice reigns #cringetober #cringetober 2023 #self insert #justic reigns #dreamswap hacker #ds hacker #killer sans #chefpot

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asukamood · 6 months

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First date (b-day special)

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Happy birthday to my pookie!!

This year I have come bearing sweet Hue moment as a gift, I hope you enjoy!

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Warnings: Implied eating disorder (anorexia), suggestive content (no smut or lime happening don’t worry but this is Blue and Hacker so really it’s to be expected), very brief mention of a psych ward and toxic relationships.

Synopsis: Hacker then glanced at the computer screen in front of him. “That would be $20.76, would you like to play by card or cash?”

“Cash.” Blue handed him $30 before leaning in and planting a small kiss on Hacker’s cheek. “You can keep the money.” He winked, already walking away.

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This whole thing started off in such a stupid way.

It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon and quite a lonely one inside of the local 7/11.

A man in his early 20s stood behind the counter covered by the staff uniform, phone in hand and scrolling. He pushed his blond hair out of his eyes with his hand and took the opportunity to check if someone had entered the store yet.

Once again, he was disappointed by how empty the store was, his only company being his phone and the light drumming of the rain against the window.

He sighed, glaring at the battery icon in the right-hand corner of the screen that informed him of his phone’s low battery. His phone was about to turn off, leaving him all alone and bored once again.

He tucked his phone in his pocket while cursing out his coworker Sophie. He liked her but God was it annoying when she skipped her shift because of the weather. If they were together, at least he would have had someone to talk to.

He leaned on the counter and looked at the ceiling.

He was so bored.

To the point where he felt like actually doing some work and seeing if all the spare items were stocked properly. The mental image frightened him so much that chills ran down his spine.

He did not want to become a model employee yet.

Just as he was about to fall for the impulse urges to be productive, the bell signaling the entrance of a new customer rang, barely noticeable due to the heavy rain all over the windows.

He straightened up, looking to the exit just in time to see a brown-haired man around his age walking in, closing his umbrella in the entrance. Said customer looked back to him once he noticed Hacker staring and the latter’s jaw almost dropped to the floor.

He had never seen such a pretty blue in someone’s eyes, it looked as clear as the ocean’s surface, bright and wrinkling in the sunlight which was a nice contrast to the current weather.

The pretty stranger's eyes contracted at the edges as his lips twitched upward in a smile before finally closing as he waved in Hacker’s direction as a hello. Hacker waved back mechanically, still wondering if he was hallucinating an attractive guy walking in because of the boredom.

Not to mention that the weather was absolutely terrible, who would ever want to go buy some groceries at this time?

He followed him with his eyes, seeing him pick up myriad items off the shelves and occasionally putting them back up with a grimace when faced with the price tag. He did not look like he was short on money but then again, even some the richest of men must raise an eyebrow when a product’s price is way higher than it used to be.

Eventually, the customer appeared right in front of him, invading his vision. Hacker almost yelped but managed to hold himself back, stretching his lips in a smile instead.

He hoped that he did not look stupid.

It would be a real shame to appear so unappealing in front of the prettiest person he has ever seen, not counting himself of course.

“Hello!” He welcomed him warmly, the other reciprocating the gesture. “Would that be all?” he gestured toward the items he just put down.

The other nodded. As he scanned everything, Hacker was trying to think about how he should approach this. He had never flirted with a customer before, but he was bored enough to at the moment and the fact that man was quite attractive was not quite helping.

Thankfully, it seemed like the other was as eager to talk as he was since he was the first one to try and strike up a conversation.

“I saw you staring at me while I was running my errands.” He started, making Hacker sweat drop, oops, he has been found. “May I ask why?”

He did not look too weirded out yet, Hacker might as well try. “Can you blame me? It is not every day that you get to meet such beauty.” The cashier was expecting the other to turn away, weirded out but instead, his smile only widened.

“You’re not too bad yourself, what’s your name?” This must be the luckiest day of Hacker’s life. He tried not to let his excitement show as he responded.

“I’m Hacker, and who might you be?”

“You can call me Blue.” He leaned onto the counter, his chin resting on top of his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hacker.”

“Oh please, the pleasure is mine.” He was internally freaking out, WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?! “I have the tendency to take my friends out for dinner to get to know them better, I hope it doesn’t bother you if I were to continue that tradition with you?”

“Not at all.” As if he was aware of Hacker’s inner turmoil, the slightest glint of amusement shone in his eyes.

Now that he had a view up close, Hacker realized that he had been wrong to assume that his eyes were as clear as the ocean’s surface. It would be more accurate to describe them as the unexplored depths of the sea, dark and mysterious but so fascinating.

All his secrets were nicely concealed within those blue barriers, no one having yet to explore all the treasures that were hidden below the surface.

He would never be too arrogant as to claim he would be the first one to open the first chest but nevertheless, that sea was one beautiful sight he could not wait to see up close.

“I would love to know all the details about our meeting, you wouldn’t mind if I were to ask for your number, would you?”

“Not at all!” Then they exchanged their phones, the two of them saving their numbers in the other’s phone. Once they were done, all articles Blue had brought were scanned.

They gave each other their phones back. Hacker then glanced at the computer screen in front of him. “That would be $20.76, would you like to play by card or cash?”

“Cash.” Blue handed him $30 before leaning in and planting a small kiss on Hacker’s cheek. “You can keep the money.” He winked, already walking away.

The other brought his hand where Blue kissed him, his face flushing a bright red.

It had stopped raining, the sun shining on the Earth wrapped in a rainbow scarf.

Needless to say, Hacker screamed his lungs out in his pillow that day when he came back home.

***

As calm and collected as Blue looked when he agreed to go out with that cute cashier, no part of that façade showed his real emotions. He had done his research on the guy once he was back home, and so far, nothing has backed up any hint of him being aggressive.

Even if his records in a psych ward was something he was going to have to investigate later.

From all the evidence he had collected so far, it seems like hanging out with him for a while was of no danger to him.

Which pleased him more than he had expected it to.

He did pique his interest, but he did not think he would be so eager to spend some time with him.

Perhaps he would not be so lonely if he managed to befriend him.

Before he could spiral down into some unpleasant thoughts, his phone’s screen lit up, ringing to signal that someone was calling him. As usual, he jumped onto the device.

He could not help but hope that whoever it was, they would be willing to talk to him, even if it were just a few minutes. He was so lonely bored.

… He also hoped that it was not another scammer trying to sell him shady services.

As funny as it was to mess with them, it was different from talking to a friend.

He wondered how Error was doing now.

He looked down at the device and his eyes widened as he read “Hacker” on the screen. A pleasant surprise for once, he hoped it would continue down that path.

He picked up the phone.

“Hello?” The other one tentatively greeted him. “Can you hear me?”

“I can, yes.” He hoped he did not sound too eager to continue the call. “Do you need anything?”

“Oh, thank goodness!” Hacker laughed and Blue suddenly noticed that he had not heard another person sound so happy in his presence, albeit they were in a call, in a long time. “I almost thought that you gave me a fake number there, I would have felt so betrayed.”

Blue shook his head in amusement. “Is this really the type of person you think I am? I am quite hurt by that assumption.”

“Sorry sorry, it’s just that you never know what people could be plotting.” That sounds like a problem that I do not have, was what Blue wanted to say. He refrained though.

“I get it. You did not answer my question though, do you need anything?” A sound that Blue interpreted as Hacker facepalming at the other end of the line.

“Goodness me, I almost forgot why I called you in the first place. Yeah, are you free this Saturday? I’ve heard a new restaurant opened near my place; do you want to check it out with me?” Blue hummed to make it seem like he was not dying to say yes immediately.

As far as his knowledge went, he had no plan for that day.

“Yes, I’m free.”

“Perfect!” The other sounded pleased, the briefest silence overtaking the call as he got on the move. “Do you want me to come pick you up?”

Blue tapped his chin in thought before answering. “Sure, I’ll see you there at the plaza then?” An affirmative noise came from the other side.

“Sounds good to me! Before we go, do you follow a special diet like being vegetarian or so?” Blue’s eyes narrowed before he shook his head, his usual face fading back in.

“No, I’m fine with anything.”

“Oh good, I don’t want to offend but I’ve personally never understood people being picky with food. If it is edible, I would devour it without much thought.” Blue chuckled, he had found quite the glutton has he not?

***

Saturday, 6 P.M.

‘Hey!

I’m on the road now, are you still up for our date?

Last chance to withdraw!!!!”

Blue smiled at his phone, replacing a rebellious strand of hair that got out of control because of a certain wind current. It was not particularly cold today nor was it hot, just the perfect temperature Blue liked to walk around in. He vaguely wondered if Hacker would be willing to take a stroll with him once they were done.

Well, he always had the possibility to force him to if it came to it.

Though, it would be much more enjoyable for both of them if the other was willing to do it.

It was already nighttime by now and the sky was cleared of bothersome clouds, letting the soft light of the moon rain down the entire place.

A beautiful evening, to make it simple.

‘It is not every day you get the chance to go out with such a cutie, in what world would I withdraw? I will keep waiting for you 😉'

‘Aww 😍

I will be with you in a minute then!’

‘Looking forward to seeing your handsome face again😘’

Now that he was not answering anymore, Blue decided to kill the time by looking at his surroundings.

Some carved pumpkins had been placed here and there in some areas, usually accompanied by some bat stickers stuck to the walls behind them. Lights to Halloween’s colors have been hung between the buildings, switching colors every few seconds.

The famous spooky day was soon to begin. The thought put a small smile on his face as every Halloween the kids of the neighborhood would come out of their houses disguised as various monsters, holding adorable little pumpkin bags.

They often knock on his door to ask for sweets and it made for quite the cute sight to see them looking so excited by being given sweets.

A little girl disguised as a princess once asked him if he were the Prince Charming she had been looking for, it must have been his best Halloween yet.

“Uh, excuse me?” A voice suddenly snapped him out of his trance as he looked to the side, noticing a woman with flushed cheeks standing a few inches away from him. Oh no.

“Yes? Is there something that you need?”

God, please do not make that woman flirt with me I am begging--

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I saw you just standing there and uh...” She chuckled nervously and Blue was wondering just how long it would take for Hacker to arrive. “Can I... have your number?”

Hopeful eyes. Ouch.

Blue opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a single sound out, he felt a hand wrap itself around his wrist as he was yanked back. “Sorry girl!” Hacker’s familiar voice echoed behind him as he was suddenly spun around. “I called dibs first!”

A blink and Hacker was suddenly dragging him away by the wrist under the woman’s shocked gaze. That was one way to get rid of the problem.

A few seconds later, Blue found himself sitting in Hacker’s car, his security belt already sticking him in place. “Well, hello there.”

“General Kenobi.” Blue blinked awkwardly.

“I beg your pardon?” It was Hacker’s turn to be confused.

“What? Wait, that was not a reference to Star Wars?” Blue hesitantly shook his head and he could swear that the way Hacker’s face dropped was so prominent it could be audible.

“Oh.” To avoid saying too much, he turned on the engine, the car starting to let out muffled noises that vaguely resembled laughter. “Let’s pretend that this never happened.”

Blue laughed. “Sounds good, thank you for rescuing me from that awkward position.”

“Don’t mention it, I couldn’t possibly let a random person steal my dear date, right?” He put emphasis on the word dear, making an exaggerated face of hopelessness. That brought a few snickers out of Blue, who wondered when the last time someone made him laugh was.

“Though, I can’t really blame that girl.” He looked Blue up and down, a smirk twitching on his lips. “You make it hard for people not to want to take you on a date.”

“Oh, you little flirt.” Blue leaned back on his seat and looked at Hacker too. “But I can’t say that the way you’re dressed isn’t making me feel some kind of thing.”

A pointed look from the other and they both started laughing again.

Blue missed having someone to talk to.

***

“Hmm...” Hacker hummed as he tapped his chin in thought, the menu kept open in front of him thanks to the support of his hand. “It’s been ages since I’ve last been to a restaurant, I forgot how many dishes there could be.”

“I can say the same.” Blue frowned as he looked at the menu, he could not see the list of ingredients and most importantly the calories anywhere, and just getting a salad might seem disrespectful. “What are you going to order?”

Hacker shrugged. “Most likely the same thing as you, or I could just wing it.”

“If you go with the first one, I’m afraid we might be staying here longer than any of us planned.” Hacker understood.

“Got it, give me a minute.” He closed his eyes and lifted his finger, as if doing something important for the entire world, before putting it down on the menu. Blue simply watched him, silently praying it would not be anything too disastrous for his weight.

“I guess we are getting...” Hacker squinted at the menu.

“... whatever this is supposed to be, I don’t think it’s possible for any normal human to pronounce that name.” Blue did not even notice it being on the menu, but he supposed there was not much harm in trying new things.

“Sounds good to me.” Coincidentally, a waiter happened to pass near them and took their order on the whim.

However, the waiter’s departure suddenly brought a new kind of silence to befall their table. The awkward kind this time, as both realized that they had never actually been on a date and had no idea what subjects could be brought up or not.

Not to mention, any relationship they have entertained before was nothing short of destructive, so nothing to mimic.

Blue was looking away, fiddling with his fingers nervously on his lap while Hacker was tapping on the table’s napkin, frowning as he tried to come up with something to say.

At that moment, he wished that he could just go back to how he was ten seconds ago. He was so talkative and had so many things to say, where did that go??

Blue was not quite any better in that area. He did remember what he wanted to say and if not that, he had Hacker’s interests all figured out so it would not have been an arduous task to come up with something to say.

The problem was he did not know if he should say them.

He had prepared himself for any kind of reaction the other would have due to his words, but he was clearly not prepared for his own brain to betray him.

And the longer the silence was prolonged, the harder it was to think.

“... I wonder how many times I would prick my finger while trying to sew something.” Hacker muttered at one point, only realizing he had thought aloud when Blue’s attention shot back to him, his eyes wide.

He panicked. “Ah sorry, I was just--”

“You want to learn how to sew?” Hacker blinked in surprise, he sounded excited when he asked that question.

“You can say that.” He confirmed, nodding. “I’m often short on money but at the same time I want to wear nice clothes you know, what better solution than to knit your clothes yourself?”

Blue nodded enthusiastically. “I have enough to live comfortably but handmade clothes just feel better than the normal ones and I do relate to the money problems, living off a teacher’s job can be quite the tough nut to crack at times.”

Hacker’s eyes widened. “Wait, you’re a teacher?”

Blue laughed at his bewildered expression. “A yoga teacher to be precise, why do you look so surprised?”

“I thought you were like, a model or something. There’s no way no one tried to hire you as one, especially with that face.”

“You flatter me.” He brought his hands back on top of the table, far more at ease now that they were talking. “If I didn’t meet you at your job, I probably would have made the same assumption.”

Pink started to dust Hacker’s cheeks, beaming. “You’re too kind. I’m actually kind of curious now, would you mind it if I were to crash once in a while in your class?”

“Oh no, I would be far from complaining to have such an eye-candy in my class.” He winked. “No, because seriously, most of my students are tasteless Karens and it is a real torture to my poor vision.” He sighed dramatically, taking a sip from the cup of water the waiter left in their wake.

“And don’t even get me started on the pain it is to my ears.” He waved his hand in the air as if he were chasing unpleasant visions away from his sight. “Though, if you were to show up, I guarantee that things would get way more interesting. I am quite certain my eyesight increased by 0.5 point just by looking at your face.”

Hacker snorted, leaning back onto his chair. “I might check it out then, what is the price of your services though?”

“Well, I can give you a discount, you should consider yourself lucky, I only give those to pretty people. Or...” He leaned onto the table a little more, smirking. “You could pay me another way, if you get what I’m on about.”

Hacker raised an amused eyebrow. “Well, if you take that kind of payment, I would be more than happy to oblige.”

They both laughed, the waiter soon returned with their order.

As they started to dig in, Hacker decided that from this day on, spouting out random bullshit was a very valid, and arguably the best, flirting tactic there was.

Later that night, they were together.

(In the dating kind of way, I know what you are thinking.)

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