Reader x Dust (Any gender)
TW: Fairly graphic description of blood and some injuries. If you’re uncomfortable with that then I advise scrolling at least past it. I’ll let you know when the description is over! :D (I’m a kiddo who likes describing stuff, sorry.)
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Red. Red everywhere. Well, maybe not everywhere exactly, but the warmth of the blood felt like it was everywhere.
It ran down your head and poured from your nose, out from cuts and reopened scabs from when this had happened before.
It felt thick, choking almost. You noticed that you had to cough, so you did. Up came more of that metal-tasting red liquid. But your throat was cleared… for now. Your chest hurt, a stabbing pain that occurred whenever you took even the smallest breath.
You were helpless, shaking as you lay on the floor of an alley in hopes for a saving grace.
This wasn’t new, if the scabs hadn’t given that away. In fact, it happened quite often.
Description of blood over, on to description of, well, bullying I guess? Plus more injuries.
There was this group of people who hated monsters, and went out of their way to hunt down any person who accepted said monsters and, well, break them.
Physically and emotionally… broken bones, broken spirits, broken hope.
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You heard a soft whooshing sound, and footsteps. Someone coming to save you? The world had started to grow fuzzy and the sounds distorted. But you swore you heard someone say something like “Oh my god!” and the footsteps growing closer.
You felt someone scoop you up swiftly yet… surprisingly gently. You hadn’t been able to catch a good look at your saving grace, however, before the world faded to black.
You woke up to find yourself laying in bed, but not your own. Everything still seemed blurry, but the pain had subsided for the most part. You slowly moved your arms to rub your eyes, in hopes to clear the blurriness from them.
When your eyes cleared and your sore arms were resting at your side again, you looked around, taking in your surroundings. They looked… familiar. You sat up, only to be stopped by everything suddenly spinning. You heard a voice suddenly.
“Best you just lay down. You need to rest.” That voice.. it was so familiar. You turn and look in the direction of the voice to see a hooded skeleton sitting in a chair near the bed. Of course, Dust! You smile slightly, and you swore you could see a faint smile on his face as well.
“Dust! How did you-“ You got cut off by him raising his hand, signaling for you to stop.
“That’s not important.. How are you feeling?” His voice had that soothing familiarity to it, that tone that gave you a warm, comfortable feeling inside. Or maybe that was just you, who knows.
“I’m.. actually feeling quite a bit better. Thanks.” Your smile grows, and Dust nods in satisfaction of your answer.
“Good. You were… pretty beat up back there.. was it them again?” You had foreseen the question, yet the look that Dust gave you. It was so rare to see him look so genuinely concerned that many would see it as out of character. You hesitantly nod, averting your gaze. The skeleton sighs.
You knew he was part of the “Bad Sanses” and he, Killer, and Horror made up the “Murder Time Trio,” so you expected him to be thinking of ways to get back at the anti-monster group even though he tried to keep a relatively neutral expression. You knew Dust too well.
“It’s fine, really. You don’t have to worry about it, Dust.” You give him a reassuring smile, and he just nods. He wasn’t convinced and you knew it.
“I know.. I just…” The dusty skeleton hesitated, glancing off to the side, and you guessed Phantom Papyrus was talking to him. He sighed, turning to face you again. He seemed a bit more confident in what he was going to say now.
“I just want you to be okay..” He smiled softly, yet hesitantly. You guessed he felt awkward saying that, like he hadn’t ever really done this before, despite what Killer may have said about him and Horror. Though what he did next shocked you.
He one of his gloved hands on yours. It was gentle, and sent a wave of goosebumps through you. You could feel your face start burning slightly, and hoped your face wasn’t turning red so easily. But it seemed it was, because Dust smirked slightly in amusement.
The two of you remained silent, just gazing into each other’s eyes as if communicating silently. After a good few minutes of this, Dust’s face suddenly flushed and he quickly looked to his side. You snickered as you listened to Dust argue with what looked like nothing but you knew to be Phantom Papyrus.
“Why would you say that?” After a few seconds, his face got covered in another layer of blush and he tugged on his hood to cover more of his face. “Paps, shut up..” This just made you laugh more, though you could imagine how he felt.
After a few moments you could safely assume Phantom Papyrus had left Dust alone, and you had stopped laughing. Dust was rubbing his face and trying to relax enough for the blush to go away. You had to admit, it was strangely cute to see Dust, the usually tough-guy skeleton who is part of the Murder Time Trio, flustered.
Once Dust had decided he had cooled off enough, he sighed and let his arms drop to his sides. There was still a faint trace of blush on his face, but you decided not to point it out. “…Sorry about that,” he mumbled.
You just smiled. “It’s okay.” The silence hung over you two for another minute before you spoke up again. “Well, you wanna watch TV or something?” You gestured to the TV that was across from the bed you lay in. You could tell Dust was considering your offer.
After a moment- and the blush on Dust’s cheeks darkening slightly as you assumed Phantom Papyrus had commented- the skeleton nodded. You grinned and scooted over, making room for him as Dust climbed in next to you.
“You pick.” You hand him the remote with a cheerful smile, and he nodded his thanks.
He eventually settled on a movie he knew you both liked and leaned back with a proud grin. You chuckled, knowing he did that on purpose- or maybe that was your wishful thinking. Whatever the case, you both watched the movie in content silence.
After about an hour and a half you felt yourself growing tired, your eyelids growing heavier by the minute. Eventually, you felt yourself lean against Dust’s side, laying your head on his shoulder. You had felt him flinch slightly, then relax as he placed an arm around your shoulder.
The last thing you felt before drifting off to sleep was a soft kiss on your forehead.
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Oh uh.. silly question but who cooks, who cooks and burns the food and who watches from the table waiting for food out of Admin trio?? Maybe even from treehouse gang too, if that's okay ofc!!
Every version of Jesse is an incredible cook. This started out as a voice actor joke - I think you know the one - but now I've genuinely thought about it in the context of canon, and Jesse is the default group organizer and a social butterfly. They feel like the type of person who would love host things and make all sort of snacks or dishes for events. Or somebody that would be really generous about giving you food to comfort you, or taking you to get something to eat as an ice breaker, or talk to you about shit while they were cooking. 10/10, cooks like a grandma. In my AU she still can cook, but she uses made up command ingredients. She is a vegetarian tho
Axel in either version is a surprisingly good cook. Understanding explosives involves understanding chemistry and an intuitive grasp on what a given amount of power would do to a given thing. TNT rouges are typically a lot more careful than their reputation suggests for this reason. 7/10, never burns the food. He's more of a low effort cereal, take out, or just let Jesse make whatever sort of guy.
Olivia wouldn't know. She's never done it before. If she did she would be so exact following the recipe that she'd be fine, but she's scared to try. ??/10
Romeo is the best cook of admin trio. No reason in particular, he doesn't even like cooking that much. He's just inexplicably good at it. 10/10, cooks like a professional chef. This does mean he has unrealistically high standards like a food critic though.
Xara is no longer aloud to use the kitchen appliances.
Fred likes baking better than cooking! He's a farmer and gardener so sometimes he make like, soup with the garden vegetables. But he makes all kinds of baked goods more often. 10/10, bakes like a grandma.
Don't apologize for asking silly things, those are my favorite! We already know the plot of Minecraft: Story Mode. I'm not interested in just rehashing all the same plot points just reskinned. The AU is probably going to consist of little comics of these characters doing things that illustrate their dynamic. Maybe actual plot points that deviate from the original in interesting way. But in any case, this is my favorite kind of thing to think about.
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Hood: Sadcholy! You can't launch Void out of a cannon!
Sadcholy: But he wants to be launched out of a cannon.
Hood: You're not supposed to listen to his terrible ideas!!
Void, in the cannon: FIRE!
Hood: Don't fire! Psychic, back me up here!
Psychic, finger hovering over the launch button: What?
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Psychic: Myth, I am nothing if not a man of principle.
Psychic: Now let’s break into this apartment.
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Psychic: I know we’re not exactly friends, but-
Carol: What do you want?
Psychic: I've been stuck with BF for 2 weeks and he's been drinking all the soy sauce.
Psychic: Help.
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Dearest: Psychic, you’re in charge!
Void: Psychic, can we start a fire?
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Psychic: If I had known this was gonna be the no-holds-barred elbow throwing massacre this has turned into, I would've played the start of this game very differently.
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