#monsters under the bed au

[art-dump-for-avery]

BEHOLD MY BOY!!!

(Image one is his design, image two is how Thomas usually sees him)

Finally, after more than a year, mutb au virgil is complete ÚwÙ they grow up so fast

[splo0shh]

Monster Under The Bed AU, mini comic!

[eyesxxyou]

❝ monster under the bed ❞ (hobie x black ftm trans!reader

｡ﾟ･ ¡ content. monsterfucking. kinda dub-con. usage of shadow tentacles. reader is ftm trans. hobie calls you a good boy. mating press. mentions of somnophilia. hobie's a little bit of a creep. reader calls hobie "freak", "creature", and "it".

You’ve been staring at your closet for an hour now, terrified out of your feeble, little mind with a knife in your trembling hand. Tears glazed over your eyes, your bottom lip quivering with untold fear. You’re too scared to get off your bed, scared that he might be under there as well, might grab your ankle and drag you under. What things it would do to you.

You never before believed in monsters, not since you were a child and used to have your parents check every night before you went to bed to assure you that there was no monster waiting to come from under your end and eat you whole. Oh if only they could see you now. A paranoid mess on the verge of tears in your own home. You still closed your closet door at night and jumped into bed simply out of habit, not because you were scared, not until recently.

It started with the slight caresses of your limbs whenever they lie outside the confines of your bed, like cool fingers touching and grasping your ankles and wrists until you ripped away, yanked your limbs back onto your bed with a startled gasp. Tender touches against your thighs and hips as you change beside your closet door left slightly ajar. The door opened on its own in the middle of the night, you witnessed it with your own eyes. The knob twisted as if someone on the inside had grabbed and turned it but when you checked, there was nothing.

There was the pair of glowing eyes you swore you saw when you looked under your bed for something you had dropped beneath it. It receded into the darkness quickly, so swiftly you thought you might have been imagining things. But it terrified you nonetheless. 

Then there was the figure standing at the foot of your bed. It was dark. An amalgamation of shadows that held nothing but the obvious outline of a very tall man standing there, watching with those glowing gold eyes you had seen before. You had screamed, turned on the light, and he was gone. You thought you were losing it. Were you losing it? What was happening to you?

You always kept a knife close. You were a trans man living alone, it was for your protection. Who knows what sick bastard would follow you home and try to break in. You had grabbed it with a swiftness you never knew you were capable of and went about your house, searching, clearing every room until you were sure no one was in your home. You slept with the lights on that night.

But he was back, the figure. You saw it, saw its hand reach out from your closet, and another one reach out from under your bed. You grabbed your knife again, both hands wrapped around the hilt to stop your hand from shaking. “Whoever you are, come out! I’m not scared of you!” But your voice trembled and revealed your fear. “I have a weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

There was silence, silence so still you could hear your erratic breathing. Your gaze flickered between the foot of your bed and the closet, eyes well enough adjusted to the dark to see if anything came from either. 

It was the foot of your bed where it came from. A shadowy hand reached out, seemingly coming from under your bed, and grabbed your sheets for leverage as it dragged itself up slowly. The thing, the creature, was nothing but a blob of darkness at first but slowly gained more form and shape as it rose to its staggering height. You watched with wide eyes and parted lips that let shivering breaths escape you.

It chuckled, it laughed at you. Slowly you began to see a smile take shape in there as its face formed from nothing but black smoke. If you weren’t terrified out of your mind, you would have thought him the most gorgeous person – thing – you’ve ever seen. With wild black hair, dark skin, even darker lips, piercings that glint under the fading moonlight.

Something about the inhuman human made you all the more scared for your life. You scrambled back, to the very top of your bed as he began to walk around the side toward you, your knife pointed at him the entire way. “S-stay back!” You sputtered out, breathless and terrified. It did not deter him.

“Ya know how long ‘ve wai’ed f’this moment, lil birdy?” The baritone of his voice felt familiar, everything about him felt so familiar, as if you’ve known him this entire time. He’s been here for years, watching, listening, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself to you. All the touches, then breezes, the caresses of your frame. All of it was him, just wanting to make himself known.

You saw a shadow slither around the blade of your knife and yank it from your hands, tossing it to the floor with a metallic clatter. Your only defense against this intruder gone in the blink of an eye.“‘M no’ gonna hurt’cha, dove.” He reached out for you. cool fingers stroking the round of your cheek. You shiver, looking up at him as you made a motion to pull away. “No,” he mutters, “jus’ relax.”

“What– what the hell are you? Who are you? Why are you in my house?”

There was a lit in the man-like creature’s voice as he smirked and spoke. “Jus’ call me Hobie.” He avoided the other questions as if you hadn’t even asked them. His fingers grasped your chin when you looked away from him and towards your door, forced your eyes upon him once more. Hobie tsked at you, clicking his tongue as he shook his head with a slow sort of disappointment. “Don’ even think ‘bout i’, dove. Why ya tryna run from me? Ya know me.”

You know him? You don’t know him. Your brows pinch with confusion as you shake your head. “I don’t-”

“Ya do, birdy. Ya know me.” He sits on the edge of your bed beside you, his fingers still grasping you. ”Ya think all those nasty lil dreams you’ve been havin’ since ya moved here were jus’ ya imagination?” Hobie’s thumb comes to rest against your bottom lip, swiping from left to right, right to left, his hazelnut eyes glowing softly as he looks at your lips. “Ya body knows me a’ least.”

You don’t know why you’re not ripping away from him, why your fear has settled. 

“Open.” His voice is gentle yet demanding and without thought, your lips part as if it were waiting for a command all this time. A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he eased his thumb onto your warm tongue, pressing down just a bit to keep you from talking. “See, ya know me, dovey. Don’ pretend like ya don’. Yer always such a good boy f’me.”

It was like he was sedating you, forcibly calming you when you knew you should be biting his thumb off. Was this freak touching you at night while you slept? Did he watch you when you touched yourself after wet dreams that left you wet and sticky. Wet dreams he had caused? Your body shivered with the thought and you weren’t sure if it was from disgust or something far more horrifying. A shiver of pleasure.

You felt something cool slither up along the inner part of your thigh. As you glanced down, you saw a shadow slipping beneath the pair of boxers you wear to bed. It slid across the axis of where your pelvis met your thighs and caressed your warm, soft lips. It slid between your pussy lips, breaking off into two separate appendages. One for your clit and one for your pretty, little hole that’s been left neglected by you for quite some time now.

Hobie pulled his thumb from your mouth and leaned in to push his lips onto yours. They were cold against your warm ones, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips. You didn’t know what to do except accept. Your mind told you to stop, that this wasn’t right. You have no idea what this thing was but your body, aching, didn’t seem to care.

Hesitantly, you parted your lips for him. Hobie hummed with satisfaction, a smile easing onto his lips. “There ya go. There’s ma favorite boy.” His tongue overtook yours, stroking with a precision you weren’t sure you ever felt from another lover. His kiss was wet, sloppy, filled with soft, breathless moans from your hot mouth as his appendages work away at your cunt.

You let out something of a low groan when one of the shadows pushed into your slick hole. It was thick and full and offered you no kindness as it thrusted into you inch by inch until you were filled to the brim with it. The coolness of it made you shiver violently against Hobie, who’s hands parted your legs to give his shadows enough space to do as he pleased them to.

“Ya remember this?” He crooned at you, his fingers gripping your thighs, his claws digging into flesh yet not enough to puncture, just enough to cause the slightest bit of pain to mingle with the fact that his shadows were playing with your engorged clit, sliding beneath the hood to get to the sweet spot. “I did this to ya las’ week. Ya woke up before I couldn't finish ya off.”

The other stuffed you full, stroked every one of your ridges and sweet spots until you were gasping for air. “Ngh~ please! Oh my God!” It pushed in and out of you, so hard you felt your entire body rock and shudder. “S-slow down mmh~” you could feel the thing circle your cervix, kissing it so softly with the languid tip.

“I know ya can take i’, lil bird.” He shifted his grip on your legs and moved his hands beneath your thighs to press them against your chest. Your boxers were pulled out of the way with another shadow to expose your puffy cunt plugged up with a dark appendage, the other lavishing over your firm clit. “Jus’ take i’.” 

His lips are on yours again, firm and cool, tongue claiming your mouth until drool began to seep from the corners where your lips were sealed. Hobie smiled into your kiss, your body writing beneath his hold. Your eyes are half-closed and fucked out, your body thrashing with something far more otherworldly than just pleasure.

You couldn't understand why you were letting this happen. What the hell was he doing to you? Or was this truly just your body falling into what it already knows. Him. It. This thing and his shadows. He kissed you more passionately than any man has and was fucking you better than you could imagine.

The sound of it was filthy. The soft squelch of his shadow forcing its way in and out of you permeated the room and mingled with your muffled moans against his impassioned kiss. He’s been waiting for this for so long and he’ll be damned if he didn't revel in the satisfaction of having you all bent out of shape for him. He could feel you through his shadow, your tightness, your desperation, the pull of your soft, wanton cunt.

“Do ya know what torture feels like?” Hobie asks and you’re tempted to say yes with the way his shadow lapped at your swollen clit and filled your cunt to the brim, stretching and molding to your every dip, curve, and ridge until no spot was left untouched. It filled you perfectly, so perfect you could weep with pleasure.

“Torture is havin’ to watch ma lil dove touch himself and I can' do a damn thing about i’ ‘cause I don' wanna scare ‘im.” You let out another broken moan while the shadows seem to work in unison, his large hands pressing your thighs harder to your chest, opening you up a little more to make more room for him to stuff your cunt a little more.

You’re open and exposed, shamelessly so. The darkness allows for all the things you would have shunned in the light. Something was dripping from your pussy, down the round of your ass, maybe your wetness oozing, being pushed out by his shadow.

Hobie chuckled softly while watching your eyes roll and your saliva-wet lips fall open. “I don't scare ya, lil dovey, do I?”

You wanted to say yes, that he terrified the hell out of you but as you opened your mouth, all you could do was let out something of a whiny, needy, little moan. “Please.” That’s all you could muster, the shudder of an orgasm beginning to make itself known in the pit of your belly.

You couldn't handle it. It was simply so intense, so demanding of you all your energy. “I can't-”

“Ya can,” Hobie insisted. “Lemme taste ya cum. I need i’. Lemme take wha’ I need, then I’ll go f’the nigh’.” He glanced out the window to find the sky growing lighter; the dark was being pushed away by dawn. It wouldn't be long until the sun crested over the horizon and he’d have to go back into hiding beneath your bed where he'd wait patiently for you to climb back into your bed, maybe touch yourself a bit, get yourself ready for his assault on your body the next night.

Your body rolled, thrashed, quivered with the beginnings of your climax. The walls of your pussy clamped and pulsed and Hobie let out a heavy breath. He could feel you, his shadow coaxing out your pretty moans as it stroked your gummy walls and kissed at your cervix oh so gently. 

Your mind felt fuzzy. Your vision went in and out of focus. Your hands gripped at your sheets before relaxing all together. You shuddered with the aftershock, breath labored and hitching with every exhale. 

Hobie released you and your legs fell onto your bed as his shadows receded back into the darkness as if they had never been there in the first place but the slick, sticky cum against your thighs and underwear left proof of their presence.

“I wish I could stay a lil longa, birdy, get one more outta ya, but I gotta go.” He pressed his lips to yours, a kiss not reciprocated. You were too tired, too fucked out. You couldn’t imagine having to undergo a second one, you couldn’t believe you had let him drag even a single one out of you. 

Hobie turned to whisper in your ear, his hand stroking your thigh tenderly. “I’ll see you tonight, dove.” He stood up, glancing at the window just as the sun was beginning to rise just over the treeline. He began to lose his form and became nothing more than a shadow creature once more, melting away into an amorphous blob before slithering back beneath your bed. 

You scrambled up, chest heaving as you leaped from your bed and dropped down to your hands and knees to look for him beneath your bed frame. There was nothing, just the other side of your room, you could see straight through. You swallowed nervously and lied on the cool hardwood of your floor.

Your mind was empty, wiped completely blank by your orgasm. There was a single thought on your mind, just one. What the fuck just happened?

There was a monster that lives under your bed it had fucked you so good you might never recover from it.

[blinddreams24]

Monster Under the Bed

Night 1. Dust

Inspired by @starzeah123

(Mention of possible drug use)

(Next)

You weren’t a troubled child growing up. Monsters were a mere fantasy to you until they came out of the mountain and definitely not what you’d expected. The fairy tales you were told were of scary beasts that hunted disobedient children and ate them.

But…

These monsters looked nothing like you’d imagined.

Sure, their king was a little intimidating. But he always had such a sad smile on his face that your eight year old self couldn’t find it in you to be scared. You’d hugged him when you met him and he’d cried.

The others weren’t so scary either.

The big fish lady acted scary but when Papyrus was nearby, she just roughhoused him and made you laugh.

It was fun growing up in the generation that got to meet the monsters first.

Back on topic, the idea of a “monster under your bed” had never really scared you. You even started leaving pillows under the bed as cushions.

You still kept that habit. Even though now, you lived in your own apartment. Your bed was further off the ground than normal. It was almost a bunk bed without the bottom bunk. Though it might as well be.

It was a very spacious area where you piled spare pillows, blankets, and the occasional plushy if you managed to get your hands on one. You had a tendency to lounge on the cushions in your free time, scrolling on your phone, reading, or drawing.

Nothing ever happened at night. You never expected anything to.

However.

Tonight was very different.

A thud that shook the bed and a curse woke you up. There was a moment of silence and then angry mumbling.

“Shuddup. Let me think.” Growled a gruff voice from under you.

You froze. Was there a robber in your room? Was he talking to you or did he have a buddy? Oh stars. Your baseball bat was on the floor next to your bed. There was no way you could reach it in time to ward off the intruder.

“Papyrus… please…”

Papy? Papyrus?

Suddenly your fear was forgotten. Maybe Papyrus’s brother had teleported the wrong way again and got stuck in your room instead of his actual destination.

You could offer your help.

“Excuse me?” You started, carefully peeking over the railing of your bed.

The room went silent.

Two glowing dots stared up at you, blue and red.

Ah, maybe Papy’s brother was high or something. Could monsters get intoxicated? He sure looked high.

“Uh, you kinda teleported the wrong way, I think?” You smiled. “I can help you get home if you’d like.”

The eyes only stared at you, unresponsive, for several minutes. He didn’t move a muscle, or, well, bone? He didn’t move an inch as he stared and you slowly got more and more uncomfortable.

What kind of crack was this guy on? Did he even see you?

“…Hello? Are you okay?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “…You’re not even startled.”

“Well… kinda. You did really scare me for a second. But you’re Pap’s brother, right?”

He flinched and glanced off to the side, like he was looking at something. You couldn’t figure out what. “What’s it to you?”

“Well, everyone knows Papyrus.” You dragged yourself out of bed. “And he’s always talking about his brother and his “lazy” ability to teleport. If you accidentally, I don’t know, teleported the wrong way, I can help you find your way back. Also, I’m awake now anyways so would you like anything? Water? Coffee?”

“……water’s fine.”

“Perfect. You can follow if you want.” You open the door to the living room and walked into the kitchen. “Make yourself at home.”

“……” He didn’t respond. Just stared at you.

Okay…

Turning on the light so you could see, you reached into the cabinet and pulled out the only cup inside. “I hope you don’t mind, I only have one cup. I can wash it again if you want?”

“…s’fine.” Oh stars, when did he get behind you?

You filled the glass at the sink and offered it to him. He looked at you. Then the glass. Then back at you.

A little nervous, you gently pushed it an inch closer.

He finally took the cup and immediately drank all of it. He did that satisfied gasp thing and started staring at you again.

“…When’s the last time you drank something, sir?” You asked.

He looked like he was calculating something. “……few days. Didn’t think ‘bout it.” He handed the glass back to you.

In the sink it went. “…Are you okay?”

Finally ending the staring contest, he looked away. “M’fine.” His hand found its way to his hoodie and the dusty red scarf underneath.

Aw! Did Papryus give him his old scarf?

You smiled fondly and looked away. That was definitely something Papy would do. “Well. You seem a little… out of it right now. I recommend resting before you head out. If you want, feel free to crash on the couch. There’s also… where you came in. If you don’t mind sharing the room. Or I can take the couch. Just… let me know what you’re okay with.”

He started staring again. “………You’ll just let a stranger take your room? Got a death wish, kid?” A wicked grin split his face and his eyelights flashed.

You blinked the spots out of your eyes. “Not a death wish. I just want to help. If you have somewhere else you can go, I won’t keep you.” You gestured at the door.

Eyes narrowed, he glanced between you and the front door, back and forth, until he finally turned and walked back into your room.

. . .

Okay then.

Well, you have a guest now. Time to… be a host, I guess.

You followed him into your room and waved away his threatening glare. “I’m not staying. I’m just grabbing my bedding. I’ll be on the couch if you need me.” You pulled your blanket and pillow off the bed and headed back towards the door. “Sleep well, sir.” The door hid those red and blue eyes with a click. You sighed quietly. His staring was intense. He must really be out of it.

The couch wasn’t as comfortable as your bed as you curled up on it but it worked as intended and you started dozing quickly. You set an alarm to make breakfast hopefully before your guest woke up and then let yourself pass out.

You could deal with getting him home tomorrow.

. . .

Something felt… off.

You slowly woke up and groaned, not ready to start the day. There was something different today wasn’t there? You couldn’t remember.

Rubbing your face, you opened your eyes and froze.

Oh yeah.

You had a guest.

And he was staring at you.

Again.

You blinked at the two eyelights above you in the darkness. What time was it? “…Hey.”

No response. Just intense staring.

“……Can’t sleep?”

“……”

“…Uh… Are you hungry? I can whip somethin’ together real quick…”

He didn’t seem to hear you, as if he was listening to something else. Or someone else. You noticed him mumbling words under his breath that you couldn’t quite hear.

“Sir?”

He blinked at you and his eyes seemed to focus on you. He didn’t answer and the staring was back.

“……Is there something I can help you with?”

“…No.”

It was your turn to blink at him. “…Are you having trouble sleeping? You seemed pretty out of it…”

“…………sleep walk…”

“Oh.” That made sense but he seemed suspicious with the way he answered that.

“…”

“…” You glanced away. “Uh, since we’re both up, would you like to eat something? I have some leftover spaghetti.” You offered.

His eyelights flickered for a moment. “……sure.”

You pulled yourself off the couch and stretched before walking into the kitchen. Checking your phone, it was 5am. At least you didn’t have work today. You pulled the spaghetti out of the fridge, put it in a bowl, and popped it in the microwave. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as it spun.

“……You really aren’t scared.” Came the voice of your guest behind you. “What if I’m a murderer?”

You yawn. “I’d figure it out… besides, you’re pretty chill all things considered.”

“………You’re crazy.”

“So I’ve been told. I’m not crazy though. People my age just aren’t as relaxed as I am. I don’t see a reason to freak out over something so simple. You’re a guest. I’m a host. Simple as that.”

The only sound was the microwave “vrrr”ing until it finally reached 0:01. You popped it open before it could beep and offered the bowl and a fork to your guest.

He looked at it and then back at you. “……You’re not eating?”

Sigh. “I’m not hungry right now, it’s too early. And I only have one fork. So unless you’re up for sharing-”

He took the spaghetti and fork out of your hands and sat at the small table. His arms curled around the spaghetti as if he expected you to take it from him. Unfortunately, you couldn’t muster up enough energy to laugh but you still thought it was funny so you smirked. “You act like your brother steals your food.”

He glanced to the side and then back at you. “……Kind of.”

Sounded interesting. You sat at the table with a sigh. It seemed out of character for Papyrus to steal food. Especially from family. “How is Papyrus doing?”

“……” He glanced to the side again as if something caught his attention. “…He’s fine.”

You frowned. Odd. He almost sounded… sad. “…Did something happen?”

He shook his head and sat back, pushing the empty bowl away. “Nothing. Don’t ask about it.”

You watched him stand. “…Okay. I won’t push.” You picked up his dish and started washing it. “Feel free to do whatever until morning. Unless you want me to drive you home now? I’m okay with that if you-…” You turned around and he wasn’t there.

Maybe he’d gone back to bed.

You check your room and it’s empty. He’d vanished as if her was never there. The only proof you had were the dishes in your sink.

You rubbed at your eyes. It wasn’t worth stressing about. He probably teleported away while your back was turned. You went back to bed and slept in. Answers could wait until tomorrow.

[cookiepop-cat]

Eee I was goofing around and came up with a lil AU idea. It’s very underdeveloped cuz I just started it tonight but ye :3

The idea is that Y/N is just being annoyed by these two dumb creatures that live in their closet <3

Short summary:

When Y/N was a little kid, they used to be a huge scaredy cat, they were scared of everything; spiders, heights, clowns, the dark, etc.

They’d always be crying over something, whether that be the scary noise from the hallway, or the spooky shadow in their room, or the supposed monster under their bed. But this wasn’t anything unique. In fact, most kids feared the monsters in the dark, only to grow up and learn that theres no such thing.

It’s been years since Y/N worried about such things. Although, now that they’re living on their own, they’ve started growing paranoid once again. They started fearing the unknown, the creaks, the thumps, the scratches, the eyes at the end of their bed… only this time, they were real.

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Also to anyone wondering, I made Sun clown themed because Y/N is afraid of clowns, and moon represents their fear of the dark

Lemme know what y’all think and if you’d be interested in more! :D

[dianorayasiri]

Parte de esto.

Monster under bed au.

[the-sky-queen]

New AU alert!!!

The Monster Under My Bed AU

[enelica]

I have a soft spot for sweet AU 'Monster under the bed' 😊 I was inspired by this cute fic : Love In Unlikely Places by wilywitchwahoo (on AO3) ♥

[notllorstel]

Doodles of Rachel (aka Claire’s and Theo’s kid) I have on hand from *checks* gosh 2019 + Alfendi

[azucar-skull]

Another work doodleeeee

Little spoiler for Episode 7 but shhhhhhhhh

Tbh tho I can't wait for act 2 just so I can draw 10 year old Casey cuz like LOOK AT HIM-- (and Hana too ig)

[art-dump-for-avery]

Been a while but I'm alive

Proportion and clothing physics practice with mutb au Roman. I f*cked up a few times, but that's what practice is for.

THAT'S. 👏 WHAT. 👏 PRACTICE. 👏 IS. 👏 FOR. 👏

[splo0shh]

Mornings

Without text version!

[eyesxxyou]

I’ll resend then!

I bet monster hobie is animalistic in the bedroom. Growling, grunting, scratching at your skin leaving markings that’ll still be there in the morning while he claims you repeatedly in the night -🐈‍⬛

He totally is. You could say he’s a monster about it. He corners you, has you just where he wants you. He fucks you in the darkest corner of the room where she has the most energy to feed off of. His eyes glow bright and for a moment, you think you can see canines, fangs. His claws are sharp, digging into your skin as he holds you up with ease. His shadows hold your wrists against the wall, helps him keep you still as he fucks you in a rather feral manner.

You don't know if his species go through a mating season but it’s like clockwork every couple of months he gets like this. Rougher, more demanding, a bit more monstrous. He claims he needs you through growls, that he’d be nothing but a shadow without you.

He has you cumming on his fat cock that can't even fit inside you all the way, not without leaving you bedridden for days on end and sore beyond belief. He abuses your poor cunt without mercy. You’re crying, trying to close your legs but his shadows are wrapped so lovingly around your thighs, prying them apart with an inhuman amount of strength.

“Jus’ take i’.” He licks a salty teardrop from the round of your cheek. “‘m almos’ done wit’cha.” He lied. He lied straight through his fanged teeth. It was only 3 in the morning and the sun wouldn't rise for another 6 hours.

You shuddered with another orgasm.It might be 7 or 8, you had lost count. He fucked every thought from your mind that wasn't him and the intrusion of his cock inside your wanton pussy. You were dripping, creaming on his length, a puddle forming on the floor below you. You had squirted all over him.

“Gooood boy.” Hobie chuckles, one of his shadows playing with your clit. He kisses the sweet spot between your neck and your shoulder, teeth grazing with the subtle threat to bite.

Fucking like this reminds you that Hobie isn't a human, he’s something entirely different. He doesn't offer a human kind of kindness, he fucks you like this without pause or mercy. He fucks you like this until the sun comes up.

[blinddreams24]

Monster Under the Bed

Night 4. Killer

Inspired by @starzeah123

(First)

(Previous)

(Next)

Thud.

“Woah! … Ooh~! Soft!”

You stretched as you woke to your guest. “Morning.” You yawned.

A skeletal head peeked at you before you could move to look, lightless eye sockets stared at you. “Well, hi!”

You flinched back, not expecting your visitor to immediately get up in your face.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asked and tilted his head. There was a big, slightly concerning grin on his face.

“Uh…” You watched him carefully. For whatever reason, you didn’t trust this skeleton. “I was sleeping. Now I’m wondering if you came back for food?”

He chuckled. “Came back?” Despite lacking eyelights, you felt him look you up and down. “I’ve never even met you before. Who’dja meet?” His grin looked pleasant but was bothering you for some reason.

“What do you me- oh! I met Cross.” You replied. “And the big guy with the red eye.”

His grin spread somehow. “Crossy and Horror! And they didn’t kill you?” He tilted his head curiously as if he hadn’t just commented on your death like the weather.

There was a sense of danger and dread as you sat up a little to put some distance between you and the monster under your bed. “…No. If his name was Horror, what’s yours?”

He gave you a sly look. “Asking for my name already? You haven’t even told me yours~.”

“Oh! Right, sorry.” Despite your intuition and the obvious red flags of this guy, you offered your hand to shake. “I’m y/n.” You smiled genuinely.

His smile looked wrong on his face. He took your hand to shake. “Killer.”

“That’s… an interesting name.” You commented.

“It’s technically a nickname.” He chirruped happily.

The implication that he earned that name bothered you even more.

“Cool.” He wasn’t letting go of your hand. “Do you know how you got here?”

Killer laughed. “How I got to boss’s place or yours?”

“Uh, mine.” Sounded like an interesting story but it also sounded really long.

“Teleported.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, obviously. I meant what made you teleport here specifically. This is the fourth night this has happened.”

He chuckled as he finally let your hand go. “Four nights? I thought you said you only met CrissCross and Rory?”

It took you a second to realize that Killer meant Cross and Horror. “Well, the night before Cross told me his name, he came in all messed up. Kept mumbling to Papyrus even though he doesn’t live here-.”

Killer barked a laugh. “You met Dust first?!? How ARE you alive?!?” His head fell below the bed and out of sight as he laughed and tried composed himself.

“He was just hungry.”

“Damn! What did you feed him?!” Killer peeked back at you.

You shrugged. “I assumed he’d like Papyrus’s spaghetti since I thought he was Pap’s brother.” You hesitated. “…Is he Papyrus’s brother?”

Killer nodded his head back and forth in a so-so manner. “Yes and no. His brother was Papyrus. Just not your Papyrus.”

“My Papyrus? Are there other monsters named Papyrus?”

He did that weird nod again, grinning. “Yes and no.” He glanced at the door. “You got any food? I’m starvin’.”

You sighed but smiled. “I’m sure I could find something.” You scooted out of bed.

He was immediately right next to you, towering over you slightly despite almost being the same height. A blob of red light hovered over his chest, twisting and turning like a nest of angry bees. It flashed dangerously and black liquid leaked from his eyes.

You recognized his actions.

He was trying to intimidate you.

You walked past him, unbothered. “I’ve got spaghetti if you want some?”

If your reaction shocked him, he didn’t let it show. “Pap’s?”

“Yep. Only the best.” You grinned.

He chuckled softly and this time it sounded genuine. “Yeah. The best…”

You’ve gotten used to making spaghetti by now and quickly reheated some spaghetti. It was a good thing Cross bought you more food or you would have run out with how many people were eating your leftovers.

Killer hovered over you the entire time you “cooked” the leftovers. You really just popped it into the microwave and watched it spin for several minutes while he hovered over your shoulder like an annoying little brother.

“…You live here by yourself?” He asked, startling you from zoning out.

“Yeah…” You mumbled before you thought about it. Maybe telling a stranger that wasn’t a good idea.

“Hm.” He leaned over your shoulder, uncomfortably close. “I saw your little plushies. You like child’s toys?”

You shrugged. “They’re just cute.”

“Just cute? They don’t remind you of anything or hold any significance to you?”

“Not really, no.”

The microwave beeped at you. You pulled out the spaghetti and handed it to him. “Enjoy.”

He grinned and took the food, pulling it away as if he expected you to fight him for it. “Thanks.”

The next thirty minutes was filled with his voice as he half ate half rambled, going on about how this world is just one of thousands, no, millions of alternate realities. He went on and on as you just nodded along. You didn’t believe a word he said but he did have some good points. Sucked that he was crazy. You might’ve actually believed him if he wasn’t.

“What now?” He asked suddenly, shoving the empty dish away from himself. “What do you do after feeding the guys? Movie? Cuddles~?” He bounced his brows suggestively.

You rolled your eyes. “Sleep. I go to sleep. Do you want the cubby or the couch?”

“Oh, I want that cubby I came in on.” He stood and walked over to you. You weren’t sure what he was doing until he tossed you onto his shoulder.

“Wh- Hey!!” You tried to roll off. “What are you doing?? Let go!!”

“Nope~.” Killer’s grin was in his voice. “You said it was bed time. So we’re going to bed.”

“You are NOT sleeping in my bed!!!” You snapped.

He chuckled and teased. “Aw, you take the fun out of everything! I wasn’t even going to!” He dragged you into your room and set you at the foot of your bed by the ladder. “There. Now, you climb up there, I’ll crawl down here, and we’ll see if the boss doesn’t notice us.”

“The boss?”

“Shush.” He shooed you into bed. “Go to sleep.”

You rolled your eyes again and climbed into bed for the night. It was weird sharing a room with someone, especially someone named Killer, but you eventually managed to fall asleep as he rambled on and on.

In the morning, as usual, your skeleton friend was gone but this time you noticed one of your plushies was missing too.

You smiled and started your coffee for the day.

[cookiepop-cat]

Teraphobia AU [Moon character profile]

Cw: ommetaphobia, scopophobia, eyes, spooky

So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my new AU, so here’s what I’ve done recently!

(NOTE: Sun and Moon have separate bodies in my AU)

Nature

Moon is nocturnal twin brother of Sun, and is a parasitic creature that sustains itself from the energy of others.

He does so by sneaking into your room at night and nesting in your closet or under your bed. He’ll stay there for a very long time (weeks/months) and slowly leech off of his victim’s energy, until they eventually die of exhaustion.

In most cases, Moon can live in someones room for months going completely unnoticed.

He usually targets adults, since they’re fully grown and provide the most energy. Despite this, he sees no moral issue in targeting children either.

Personality

Moon is soft spoken and reserved, and due to past experiences, Moon avoids forming bonds, especially with humans. Despite his timid nature, he’s quite merciless, and feels no remorse in harming others.

The only person he feels comfortable around is his brother, who, despite their differences, he cares for deeply.

Abilities:

When his eyes meet his victim, he sucks the energy out of their body (this is a slow and subtle process). The more eyes that he opens, the stronger his ability is.

When Moon closes his eyes, he becomes invisible and phantom-like, meaning people can’t see nor feel him. The more eyes he opens, the more visible he is

Strengths:

Moon thrives in the dark. This is because he’s nocturnal. In the dark, his eyes preform and see a-lot better

Moon is also quite comfortable in dim-lit areas, such as street lamps, sunsets, sunrises, etc. he enjoys these places, since it’s the only environment where him and Sun can exist together

Weaknesses:

While his ability to go invisible is very useful for hiding, it’s not very practical. When he shuts his eyes, he obviously can’t see, and will usually have to hang around idle to avoid tripping or bumping into walls. For this reason, he only uses this ability when he’s not planning on traveling far

Light is his biggest weakness. He always avoids daylight and well lit rooms as eyes are very sensitive to light, and since his body is ridden with eyes, light is a very painful sensation. Light causes him to shut and shield his eyes, putting him in a state of blindness and distress.

Likes:

Quiet spaces

The dark

Candy

Pillows

Watching the sunset with Sun

Halloween

Street lights

Late night walks in the woods

Dislikes:

Flashlights

Busy areas

Technology

Children

Most foods

Touchy people

Extra trivia:

Despite not needing to eat, he loves candy! candy corn is his favourite

Moon purrs when comfortable

Moon rarely likes physical affection, and enjoys his personal space

Moon will often create a little nest of clothes and pillows in your closet to get comfy

If moon closes most of his eyes when around you, it means he likes you. It’s to avoid draining your energy, and should be taken as a kind gesture

Moon’s naturally smells of lavender, and humans often find themselves feeling a sense of calm and sleepiness when near him

The big, toothy smile on the crescent of Moon’s face isn’t his actual mouth. It’s simply the pattern of his shell. His real mouth is on the black side of his face

Moon spent a majority of his childhood being raised by a human (not Y/N)

Him and Sun were born from eggs. They’re technically twins, although Moon hatched seconds before Sun, and still takes pride in that to this day

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading!! I plan to post a lot more about these guys at some point. Up next will likely be Sun’s concept art and profile. It may be a while until I make that post though. Sadly, school exists and I have stuff to do.

I got lots planned for this though! And I may have given the bois a lil too much backstory

Anyways, thanks for listening to my ramble! :3

[raccoonrobyn-imagines]

I decided to write this out after thinking about it and chatting with @moonliched ...

This is a small AU that I thought up and wanted to write a blurb about! I might write more eventually if I find more to write about!

Daycare attendants my beloved!

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Sun and Moon have kept Their Protected Child safe for many nights, and tonight is no different. They will always keep her safe, and no man would be able to stop them.

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TW for: intruders, implied attempted assault, implied attempted child molestation, implied attempted child sexual assault (nothing happens, but keep yourself safe! I don't condone these actions and the like in real life (I can't believe that people have to hear me say this since I write fiction and it isn't up to me as an author to tell you right from wrong))

And with any First Plushie and their Protective Intent, comes The Shadow Monster. The Shadow Monster is the one who hides in the darkness under any bed the Protected Child sleeps in. The Shadow Monster is well known in folklore to keep any child that they are given to safe, along with any visiting child. The Shadow Monster would take the protection of any child visiting on a sleep over just as seriously as their own Protected Child.

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Like all Plushies that babies are given once they've been born, The Plushie that were given to any child would be given the Protective Intent so that it could keep you safe from True Monsters. The Protective Intent that is imbued when the family of the newborn baby chose The Plushie from the countless toys from the toy store was well known to keep any child safe from any harm that could befall them.

For Sun and Moon? They take the forms of small happy jesters, littered in sun's and moons and stars.

Sun has loved their Protected Child since they were first awoken, laying side by side with the newborn baby. His Protected Child was a small girl, easily the same size as Sun himself, despite the fact that Sun was smaller than the average newborn. Sun's Protected Child was born sickly, having inhaled some of her own poop while in the womb, along with her mother's body not giving her the sustenance that she needed.

However, the girl thrived once she was able to get the proper nutrition and medical care that she needed. She has since grown well, with only minor hiccups in the past, and is now 5 years old.

Sun, of course, had his own other half of the equation to keep his Protected Child safe. He had Moon.

Moon has been by Sun's side since they were given to the girl in the hospital. Moon has dutifully kept Sun company whenever their little girl would go out and play during the day, and Sun was happy to believe that they were good friends by now. They both adored their little one with their entire beings and love to watch her play in the room with any of the friends she brings over.

However, Sun has been told by Their Protected Child that a strange new family member is visiting, and the uncle has given her strange looks. She has told the one who she believes to be a plushie that she doesn't like how he looks at her, and that he seems weird.

Sun knows that he must tell Moon, so he dutifully stands up once his Protected Child and the rest of the household had fallen asleep and hops off the bed to talk to Moon.

"Moon, did you hear what she said?" Sun asks, looking into the darkness under the bed. When two glowing red eyes peer back out of the darkness and shake to the side slightly, Sun continues. "She said that a new uncle is visiting, and he's made her feel yucky and weird when he looks at her. We need to be prepared to fight him should he attempt anything." Sun explains.

Moons growling voice replies, "Is he sleeping here?"

Sun nods, fretfully twisting his small plush hands together. "She said he is visiting for a week, and that-."

They're both interrupted by the door clicking slightly as it opens. A male face peeks in slightly, and upon seeing the girl sleeping deeply, he opens the door even more. He pays no mind to the rest of the room, not even noticing that the toy that stands next to the bed is a Plushie and not a robot or anything.

Moons snarl lets loose, and Moon easily combines with Sun. As they combine, and The Eclipse begins to grow, slowly stretching their limbs and becoming more and more twisted, showing eyes and fangs and claws where there shouldn't be, the man finally takes notice of them.

When he does, his face grows pale and sweaty, taking a step back and opening his mouth to scream, but The Eclipse is there far faster. When they cover the man's mouth, their innumerable amount of hands and arms cover the rest of him. One of The Eclipses' mouths whisper, "Do not wake the child."

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The next morning, Sun watches as their child wakes and hears about how the new uncle had somehow left in the middle of the night and left a note about how he had to go and do some things.

The child remains blissfully unaware of what could have happened, and Sun and Moon are both happy that Their Protected Child's innocence and happiness was kept secure for at least one more night.

The man tasted awful in Moon's opinion, but he would eat a thousand more terrible people if it meant that he could keep His Protected Child safe one more night.