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He couldn’t say that laughter usually meant less killing happening, but hey, he was stuck in an inescapable room with a fucking assassin - let him be optimistic for once. 

The way Haze stretched himself out made him snort and raise a brow. “Bit full of yourself, ain’t ya? What makes ya think I’d go for some threatenin’ guy like you, anyways?” Best not to mention that threats to his life and well being could turn him on a bit at times. Not exactly something you led with, even if it’d be hilarious to see how some of the more awkward members of his timeline tried to get around that in conversation. 

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

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He flinched away from the touch, eye sockets narrowing as he instinctively tried to shape his magic so he could be ready to attack - only to huff faintly at the words and look that followed. He couldn’t say he was exactly comfortable with some stranger giving him that much attention, but at least it was passing the time in a way that didn’t result in him being dusted. Always a plus. 

Pyre smirked faintly, letting his gaze drag over the taller skeleton in return. Not bad at all, really. “Hopin’ those two don’t usually go hand in hand, yeah?” He grinned. “Real mood killer.” 

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

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Yeah, he was sure an assassin was one of the most stand up guys around. No dubious motivations at all, nope. He eyed the other skeleton for a moment, briefly incredulous at how he’d even ended up in a room with a guy like this in the first place. He almost missed the violent yet straight forward type the made up most of his own timeline. 

“Hands on, huh?” The wink and teeth-licking didn’t leave much room for misunderstanding. Pyre snorted, raising a brow at Haze. “Those hands of yours actually any good, or are ya all talk?”

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

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Sorry that came off as aggressive, it’s probably because I’m being aggressive.

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gastersnas:

His eyes were full of mirth and mischief as Pyre covered his mouth and his yellow tongue sneaked out to slide against his fingers. “If you’re not fucking your way across it you’re not doing it right. It’s so much easier to learn everything you need when someone’s so willing to talk.”

Leaning forward he gave a devilish smirk. “Not embarrassed huh? You’re acting pretty embarrassed right now. It’s a shame you haven’t been able to explore your kinks, it really is. I could give you a…crash course if you’d like.~”

He quickly pulled back his hand the moment he felt the other’s tongue against his fingers, face scrunching into a mildly disgusted yet amused expression. Well, that wasn’t childish at all. 

Still, he couldn’t help but lean away from Haze a little, even if his range of movement was limited by being sat on the floor, looking dubious and faintly wary. “A crash course, huh? And what’s in it for you for bein’ so generous?” 

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

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He raised a brow, part of him wondering how the fuck they’d gotten onto this topic of conversation, the rest of him simply relieved that he hadn’t got caught up in a fight whilst being unable to use his magic properly. His timeline had definitely hammered into him that being vulnerable was a bad idea, so he only let it happen rarely. 

His pupils shifted to Haze’s teeth at the movement, idly wondering what the appeal of biting was. None of the guys he’d been with had done it to him or vice versa - it would likely be seen as an attack, and they hadn’t exactly chatted about what they were cool with before getting down to fucking. 

A scowl crossed his features as the other skeleton kept listing things off, and he pressed a hand over his mouth to shut him up. “I ain’t embarrassed! Explorin’ kinks just ain’t somethin’ ya have much time for in a place where almost everyone wants ya dead, yeah? And I’ve been more set on acclimatisin’ ta there bein’ a multiverse than fuckin’ my way across it.”

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

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Pyre shifted a little under the lingering gaze. It wasn’t like he was innocent or anything, but attention was generally a bad thing where he came from. He was still having a hard time accepting that Haze wasn’t going to jump him for the sake of getting stronger. 

He made a vaguely disgusted face at the thought of asking to be puked on. “Fuck no, I ain’t into that. I ain’t exactly vanilla but that just sounds fuckin’ gross.” He raised a brow at Haze. “What about you, huh? What sorta stuff gets you all fired up?” Yes, he’d pretty much just avoided the question and he wasn’t actually sure he wanted to know what this guy’s kinks were, but fuck it. 

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

[pyrrhic-vitality]

He snorted when Haze agreed with his masochist assessment, though he felt a little wary at all the questions. With a faint sigh he rationalised that the guy wasn’t asking so he could use it against him - he probably just wanted to avoid the boredom of being stuck in an almost empty room. Pyre couldn’t blame him for that. 

“My name? Yeah, it was originally Sans. Still go by it in my own timeline.” He shrugged. “Once I realised there were other Sanses out there and interacted with a few of ‘em, seemed a good idea ta pick a name for myself. Dunno how ‘m any different from the others. The name was pretty much in the heat of the moment-” He smirked faintly “-and seemed fittin’, since ta humans ‘m a walkin’, talkin’ corpse.

“As for whether ‘m a masochist...Eh, depends on the context. No fun in gettin’ hurt durin’ a fight, least not ta me, but it sure can feel a hell of a lot different in other scenarios.” 

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

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He eyed the numerous scars on Haze’s arm. Scars were definitely something he was used to seeing, but self-inflicted ones were a little less common. “You a masochist or somethin’?” he muttered, more sarcastic than actually curious. 

Pyre sat with his knees pulled up to his chest and one arm loosely wrapped around them, body angled slightly towards Haze so that he could see him fully. It was less about his trust in Haze’s word, and more simple habit - he’d long since learnt that the only place he could really let his guard down was in his home. “Tell ya about myself?” He smirked. “Really diggin’ the bottom of the barrel on things ta do, huh? ...Guessin’ ya know about the multiverse bullshit since ya mentioned other underfells. So yeah, ‘m one of ‘em.” He shrugged lightly. “’m on the Royal Guard, mostly sentry duty. Borin’ as fuck for the most part but at least ‘m not expected ta do much.”

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

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He silently mouthed ‘sweetie’ to himself, not even bothering to hide his confusion anymore, whilst the thought of anyone in an underfell verse not killing was...a really weird one. It was pretty much a fact of life for him, but he guessed that showed how much things could vary even between the same ‘types’ of universe. 

Pyre eyed the other skeleton for a long moment, before sighing and sitting down beside him. Fuck it, they were stuck in a small room so it wasn’t like he could run very far if he did need to escape Haze. It was a little demeaning to be used as entertainment - but he supposed Haze was returning the honour of being Pyre’s relief from boredom, anyway. 

He shook his head at the offer. “’m good. And I know that’d hurt like hell, but it wouldn’t exactly be easy for me ta reach. Better off havin’ my hands free and bein’ able ta break your arm or somethin’.” He raised a brow at Haze. “Plus, eye sockets ain’t super sensitive anyway, just unpleasant ta stick stuff in. At least, that’s the case with mine..” 

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

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The laughter startled him slightly, though he guessed it was a good thing that Haze wasn’t getting angry. Plenty of monsters could be touchy as fuck, and he wasn’t keen on pissing off someone who seemed pretty strong when he didn’t have access to his magic. Not that he was going to suck up to the guy. 

Having back some personal space made him feel at least a little better, and he raised a brow at the way Haze was putting himself in a more vulnerable position. Confident, or just reckless? He snorted. “’course I’ve killed someone. You already seem ta know what kind of place ‘m from - killin’ is pretty normal there. ‘m guessin’ you’ve killed plenty, too.”

Was this really what whoever had kidnapped them wanted? For them to...chat? Fucking weirdo. 

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

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Gradually, he started to get his bearings again. Haze...wasn’t trying to kill him. He was just being a dick. A flirty, winking one. Though he didn’t relax, Pyre stopped his attempts to shape his magic into something to attack with. 

“’scuse me if I don’t believe the words of a random stranger who just told me he kills people for a livin’.” He huffed, jerking his chin out of Haze’s grip. “And I won’t attack you if you don’t attack me. Please, forgive me for gettin’ antsy about an unknown threat gettin’ so close ta me,” he added sarcastically. 

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

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gastersnas:

He smirked, expression smug. “I’m not fighting, am I? Trust me buddy if I wanted you dead or hurt I’d have done it already. I don’t have a reason to fight you, so I wont. Just…don’t give me a reason and we’ll be fine.” 

Yeah, why not, lets see how far he could push this. He slowly raised a hand up and grabbed Pyre’s chin gently, applying slight pressure to try and turn his head to the side a little. “Gotta admit,  you’re one of the better looking underfell skeleton’s I’ve seen. Pretty hot, there Pyre.” He winked and chuckled again, curious about his reaction.

His brows furrowed in confusion. If Haze wasn’t trying to start a fight, or intimidate him or some shit, then why the fuck was he getting so close- 

Pyre tensed up even further when the other raised his hand, automatically reaching for his magic only to hit the restraints that stopped him from gathering enough for a teleport or attack. His magic was still there, he just couldn’t use it in any useful way and now this fucker was going to-

...turn his face? Pure bewilderment kept him from reacting for several long moments, until- “What the fuck?” 

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

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He glared up at the taller skeleton, letting the cigarette drop so he’d have both hands free. If this guy really was an assassin then he probably had Pyre beat when he didn’t have access to his magic, but he sure as hell would put up a good fight at least. 

He growled lowly, much preferring anger to the nervousness he tried to hide. “’m tense ‘cause I don’t like how close you’re gettin’, so back off. Thought we already agreed we weren’t gonna turn this into a fight?” 

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

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The description made him frown a little even as he nodded. He hadn’t quite adjusted to the idea that there were various versions of both him and his brother out there. Fuck, it’d be freaky to meet one of his brother, especially if he acted completely different. 

When Haze laughed he raised his brows, wondering what was so funny, before freezing when what he said registered. Unconsciously he pressed back into the wall behind him as if he could sink right into it, and as grateful as he was for the space between them he’d like a little more right now. 

A strangled chuckled left him as his gaze darted to the side and back to Haze. “Uh, that sure sounds...fun.” Thank fuck no one in his timeline but Gaster knew about the multiverse, so he didn’t have to worry about anyone hiring assassins to kill him off. 

🔒 -gastersnas

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas

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gastersnas:

His brows raised at the snarl but Haze didn’t look intimidated in the slightest, probably because he wasn’t. “Protective. You the older brother then? And relax I’m not asking because I’m looking for him or something, I’m just making conversation.”

He smirked at Pyre’s snort. “Actually, it’s one of the most interesting things to study. The way people react around strangers who look or act a certain way can give great insight into each participants mind and personality. Observing reactions is a main part of my job, if not the core of it itself.”

He shrugged and leaned back against the wall. “Yeah, ‘m the older one. Wouldn’t think it though if ya looked at the two of us, though.” He’d always been a little envious of how much taller than him Papyrus ended up. Hell, he had to look up a good bit for most people, including the skeleton in front of him. 

He gave Haze a curious look, not quite relaxed but at least a little less ready to attack at a moments notice. “What job would that be? ‘m guessin’ it involves bein’ around people a lot?”

🔒 -gastersnas

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“What the fuck-” Pyre was doing a pretty good job of not freaking the fuck out, in his humble opinion. Ending up in a room with no windows or doors and some random skeleton who didn’t look all that friendly, really wasn’t his idea of a good time. His first instinct was to teleport away - only to grimace in pain when his magic was roughly suppressed. Not an unfamiliar feeling, and boy did that bring up some lovely memories, thanks for that.  

@gastersnas