#youd have to drag me by the scruff of my neck to get me out there hell nah ill stay sheltered. yall good. stay safe n all that 😭

[pcktknife]

i know in order for warrior cats to kick off the protag would have to go out to become one but rusty dumb as hell straight up 😭

[obsessive-ego]

Beetlejuice cant tie a tie

I got a little off topic, but we get to it eventually

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Nsft mentions and bonus

A day off like any other, your phone buzzes to life at 11am, you groan at the sound, but you cant sleep all day, even though you really want to. As you shift to turn off your phone, you feel the familiar dead weight, you huff.

"Beetlejuice"

Ever since you let the ghoul into your home he has made it a habbit to sneak into your bed with you, at first he would leave before you woke, but now? He just makes himself at home, claiming that your bed is so comfy and warm, and way more lovely then the couch, honestly you didnt mind, his pajamas were clean, and he kept his hands relatively to himself, and lets be real even if you protested he'd still do it, just something you got used to over time, and enjoyed, as much as you wouldnt admit it, sleeping with another person did help you sleep at night, but you weren't exactly ready to open that can of worms.

You nudge the demon

"Beetlejuice let go"

The ghoul had you trapped in his arms, wrapped tightly around your waist, as his face was buried in your hair, his legs tangled with yours, the demon was spooning.

You squirm again, this time a tad more aggressive.

"Keep wiggling like that sugar and you'll give me a boner" he groans, more mockingly then anything else.

"Let go so I can turn off my alarm and start my day" you huff

Beetlejuice tightens his grip around your waist.

"No can do sweets"

"Beej please, I need to be an adult today"

"Oh babes, you can EASILY be an adult in bed~ but fine, if you must" be dramatically let's you go fawning hurt, you simply roll your eyes as you take your new freedom and leave the bed to reach your beeping phone on the table across the room.

Following your example, beetlejuice gets up too, and with a simple snap of his fingers his black and white pajamas were replaced with his trademark suit, the ghoul straightens him self out, adjusting the jacket and tie as if he had somewhere important to be.

You couldnt help but feel a tad jealous at that, to be able to get ready for the day in a second, something like that could shave a good amount of time off your mornings before work routine.

You usher the demon out of your room stating you needed to get dressed, though he did plead to stay and help, as always, you only replyed that youd take a rain check.

Reemerging from your room, dressed and ready to enjoy your day off, you head to the kitchen to make some coffee, your morning routine was simple, normally beetlejuice would chit chat with you as you made breakfast for the two of you, but it was strangely quiet, you havent seen the ghoul since you ushered him out of your bedroom, normally this ment he was hiding and getting ready to scare you, a regular occurrence.

Now something as simple as making toast and coffee now had you filled with anxiety, why did he always do this? You know why, he thinks it's funny. Your anxiety was short lived when a little note flutters down from the ceiling in front if your face, instinctively you grab it

'Babes, off scaring, saw you got new neighbors, be back soon~ xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo'

You sigh in relief knowing that bastard wasnt gonna mess with you today, yet you couldnt help but smile at all the xs and os, corny, but that was him wasnt it.

Like any other day off you try to catch up on house hold chores, and with beetlejuice out and about you can actually get stuff done, nothing against the ghoul, hell you loved having him around, it was just hard to be productive with someone so chaotic under foot.

...

Your day off went by pretty productive, you here you were, enjoying the peace and quiet, with a cup of hot tea and a book you've been meaning to read.

"HONEY I'M HOME"

Beetlejuice appears from literally nowhere in the center of the room you were currently residing.

you nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden outburst, no matter how many times the ghoul burst into your home that way, it always startled you.

You regain yourself, and with a small laugh you sigh "welcome home B"

The tips of the demon's hair turn a soft pink, something as soft as 'welcome home' from your lips sent him, how lame, a big bad demon from hell, getting all warm and soft from just a little breathers kindness, yet, he wouldnt want it any other way.

The ghoul is quick to slide next to you on the couch "ya miss me toots?~" he cooed leaning in and making an exaggerated kissing face, you snorted out a laugh and gave him a shove.

"Knock it off B, and yes I missed you, but I was more productive without you, so~" you laugh

"OH Y/N you are so mean, you would rather me be away so you can do boring breather stuff, then have fun with the sexiest dead guy you know? How cruel" the ghoul pretends to be hurt.

You laugh again "Beetlejuice, you're the ONLY dead guy I know-"

"Therefore the sexiest" he countered giving you a wide toothy grin

"You got me there I guess" you laugh and give beetlejuice a shrug.

As the laughter dies down you notice how roughed up your friend really was, more so then usual, more dirty, shirt slightly untucked, new holes in his jacket and pants, his tie undone, loosely hanging around his neck. Yes the ghoul was messy, but it looks like he lost a fight, and hell with his powers he could clean up in a second, maybe he hasnt noticed?

"Beej? What were you up to today?" You ask shyly, you didnt exactly like to butt into what the demon did in his spare time, mostly because if he wanted to share it with you he did it with gusto.

Beetlejuice freezes for a second, the shrugs

"The usual, messing with your neighbors, why?"

You gesture to his messed up clothes

"OH,  yeah, new guy down the hall fought back, you should have seen it babes-"

You sigh, not that you needed too, but you worried about beetlejuice, what if he got into a jam he couldnt get out of.

"What's up sugar?"

You flinch, beetlejuice must have caught in to your expression.

"Do you need a hand straightening up?" You mentally slap yourself at that suggestion, he can magic himself back together why would he need your help?

Glancing back up to the demon's face you swallow hard, plaster across his mug was a love sick dopey grin, his most and beard now sprouted pink patches.

"Please~" he purred, a word you rarely herd from the ghost.

You nod, slowly you start with the tie, grabbing on to the two pieces, you swear you saw the demon flinch, slowly but surely, you tie a simple tie, years of doing it for yourself for forced formal occasions, guess the info stuck.

You gently strengthen the knot, paying more attention to what you were doing, rather then who you were doing it for, if you were paying attention to beetlejuice you would have saw his wide eyes staring so intently on you, both hair and scruff completely pink, a soft smile plastered across his face.

"You know babycakes I would just LOVE to have you yank on my tie more often~" he purred

You flinch at the comment, being brought to reality by that delightful gravely voice of his, you stutter out a soft noise, unsure how to respond in your frazzled embarrassed state.

The demon continues "have ya drag me around, mmmhmmm, have my sweet little breather in charge"

You unable to think of a response, just sit in front of the demon, hands still gripping his tie, staring back at his face.

"I have to say I've thought of it often"

You DID yank the ghoul by the tie alot, to make a point and or get him to your level, him being taller then you.

"My little y/n riding me, using my tie as a leash, you being fully naked, while I'd be full clothed, sounds like fun maybe we should- urk"

That was a step too far for you, as hot as the idea way, it was till too much and too embarrassing, with a quick movement of your hand you tighten the ties knot around the ghoul's throat, as if to strangle him, not that he needed to breath, it did shut him up though.

"Harder baby" he croaked

At least you thought itd shut him up.

You let go of the tie and get off the couch, taking a step back.

Beetlejuice laughs, his soft pink hue shifting back to his default green.

"Oh sugar we done already? Not only are you kinky, you're also quick to finish" he snorts out a loud laugh.

"Cant we have one nice moment?"

"No"

You sigh, little frustrated with the ghoul's ability to ruin just about any moment, as if the ghoul sensed your mood, he was quick to jump to his feet and pull you into a side hug, you huff, still being a tad annoyed with him.

"Alright sugar, ya twisted my arm, not more dirty stuff tonight, I appreciate your help with the tie, how bout I return the favor?"

You quirk a brow, return the favour without saying something dirty? You didnt think the demon COULD do such a thing.

"Heres what I'm thinking doll, me, you, and the new neighbor down the hall, I'm gonna show you how I got messed up to start with, and play your cards right babes and I'll let ya tie me up again~" the ghoul winks at that last line, regardless of the innuendo you smile.

"Alright BJ I'm game"

The ghouls gives you a wide toothy grin

"Its showtime".

Nsft bonus

Later that night when you were dead asleep beetlejuice couldnt help but dream of you sitting on him wearing nothing but a coy smile as you rode him, he being fully dressed with his cock freed from it prison and being buried in your warmth.

You bounced up and down, yanking his tie, half for balance half cuz of the sound he made.

With a delightful dream like that, the ghoul did not last very long,

[twilights-800-cats]

<< Allegiances | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | From the Beginning >>

Chapter 14

“T-Tinystar?”

The small voice woke Tinystar from a restless slumber. It had been two days since the incident with Stonepaw at Sunningrocks. Tinystar lifted his head from Sandstorm’s flank, blinking sleep from his eyes. He peered into the predawn light filtering through into his den and spotted the kit-small shape of Sorrelkit.

Tinystar nudged Sandstorm awake. The pale ginger she-cat protested, but her jaws shut when she scented Sorrelkit at the entrance. Her green eyes flashed with concern.

“He’s gone again, isn’t he?” Tinystar guessed.

Sorrelkit nodded. The kitten’s yellow eyes were filled with worry.

“Then let’s be after him,” Sandstorm decided briskly. “There’s no time to lose.”

“I’m coming, too?” Sorrelkit asked as Tinystar and Sandstorm got to their paws.

Tinystar shook moss from his pelt. “Of course,” he told her. Sandstorm flashed him a warning gaze, but Tinystar returned it with a soft look. He’d given Sorrelkit this mission – she would be downhearted if she were left out. He whispered into Sandstorm’s ear, “I don’t think Stonepaw would attack his own Clanmate. It’s likely that this isn’t as bad as we fear.”

Sandstorm huffed, but didn’t protest.

They were on their paws and on their way in a matter of moments, with Sorrelkit leading the way out of camp. Tinystar needed only a moment to put Whitestorm in charge of camp – the white warrior was worried about his kit going off into the forest, but he seemed alright with Tinystar and Sandstorm accompanying her.

Tinystar hoped they wouldn’t be gone long.

As they pushed their way through the gorse tunnel, Tinystar felt an uncomfortable prickle behind his ears. The last time he and Sandstorm had tracked an apprentice like this, it had been Cloudtail during her training… and at the end of the trail Cloudtail had been taken away from them by Twolegs.

He hoped this wouldn’t end the same way.

———————————————————-

“He went this way!”

Sorrelkit raised her dappled tail, looking back at Tinystar and Sandstorm. Tinystar opened his jaws. Stonepaw’s scent crossed his scent glands. He nodded to Sorrelkit. “Good job,” he offered.

The kitten’s fur fluffed. “T-Thanks!” She wiggled excitedly. “He usually takes the same way – off the paths the other warriors take. You can smell it!”

She was right – Stonepaw’s scent was deep in the earth on this off-path track. Tinystar glanced worriedly at Sandstorm.

“Let’s hurry on,” Sandstorm meowed. “Lead the way, Sorrelkit.”

Sorrelkit nodded, her own excitement tempered by worry for her Clanmate. She turned about and pushed through the ragged undergrowth. Tinystar and Sandstorm followed, their paws itching to go faster than a kitten’s pace.

“She’s a good tracker,” Sandstorm meowed into Tinystar’s ear. “Spunky, too.”

Tinystar nodded. “She’ll make a great apprentice,” he agreed. “I’m just worried where that nose of her’s is leading us.”

Sunningrocks loomed through the trees ahead. Tinystar and Sandstorm caught up to Sorrelkit, pushing her between them despite the kitten’s protests. They kept their bodies low, their tails still above the leaf litter, like they were stalking prey. Sorrelkit, thankfully, kept her jaws shut as they crept through the last paces of undergrowth.

This is where Stonepaw always goes, Tinystar thought, scanning the pebbly shore. Where is he?

“There!” hissed Sorrelkit, stretching out a paw to point.

Sandstorm hushed the kit. Tinystar followed Sorrelkit’s paw, which pointed downstream, towards the stepping-stones. Tinystar’s fur prickled. Stonepaw sat on one of the stepping-stones near the ThunderClan bank, his tail wrapped around his paws and his back to his onlookers.

On the stone just before him was Darkstripe.

“I knew it,” hissed Sandstorm. “Of course it’s Darkstripe!”

Sorrelkit bristled indignantly. “He’s such a fox-heart!” she hissed. “Come on, Tinystar – let’s get Stonepaw away from him!”

“Wait,” Tinystar hushed, planting a paw on Sorrelkit’s back to keep her haunches from disturbing the foliage. “We can’t let them know we’re here just yet – I want to hear what they’re talking about first.”

They hunkered down more, Sandstorm and Tinystar pressing Sorrelkit’s fidgeting body between them in hopes of dampening the sounds she was making. Horror crept over Tinystar’s pelt as he looked at Darkstripe – the sleek black tabby was fit and healthy, looking down at Stonepaw with confidence in his pale eyes.

LionClan made this possible, Tinystar thought, his belly clenching. Darkstripe would never be able to get so close to the stepping-stones like this!

Tinystar strained his ears.

“… are you feeling, Stonepaw?” The water was thankfully gentle today, making Darkstripe’s mew easier to hear.

Stonepaw was shaking his head. “It’s still the same – worse, even,” he meowed. His tone was panicked and sorrowful. “Everyone’s judging me, like you said they would. I can see it in their eyes when they look at me… Mistypaw won’t believe me when I say they look at her like that, too! She won’t listen to me about anything anymore, it feels like…”

Darkstripe’s eyes softened piteously. Tinystar dug his claws into the earth.

“You shouldn’t have to fight for your Clanmate’s approval,” Darkstripe said softly. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s not!” Stonepaw snapped back. His neck fur bristled. “It’s not fair at all! But that’s all anyone keeps telling me – do everything better than anyone else or everyone thinks you’re a traitor! Do you know how frustrating that is?!”

Oh, Stonepaw, Tinystar thought, glancing at Sandstorm. The pale she-cat’s eyes were round with sorrow. I should have done more for you! I have to!

Darkstripe’s tail wound around his paws. He was nodding. “My offer still stands, Stonepaw – in LionClan there would be none of this nonsense,” he meowed. “The longer you stay in ThunderClan, the more unwanted you’ll feel. You’d be able to see everything with your own eyes – not through ThunderClan’s… bias. You know they refuse to see that Bluestar has changed.”

Stonepaw stiffened on his stepping-stone.

Tinystar’s eyes widened. How long had Darkstripe been trying to coax Stonepaw into LionClan – or ShadowClan, for that matter? Sandstorm held a low growl in her throat, her eyes flashing protectively.

“Stop!”

Tinystar felt his fur burn as Sorrelkit rocketed out from between himself and Sandstorm. The calico kitten streaked across the shore, bounding over the stepping-stones without a care and pushing past Stonepaw to lunge herself at Darkstripe, paws and claws outstretched to latch onto the dark tabby warrior.

“Sorrelkit!” Sandstorm cried.

Tinystar burst through the undergrowth to chase after the kit as she and Darkstripe wrestled on the small stone. Darkstripe’s claws flashed. Sandstorm pulled ahead, scattering pebbles in her wake. When Darkstripe thrust Sorrelkit into the river, Sandstorm dove in immediately after her. Tinystar skidded to a stop at the shore, his pads burning against the stones.

“You see, Stonepaw?” hissed Darkstripe. Tinystar turned his gaze, narrowing his ice-blue eyes at the dark warrior. Darkstripe was adjusting himself on his stone, his claws clinging to its edges. “You see? Do you know what they’ll do to you just for speaking to me? Exile!”

Stonepaw’s eyes were wide, his legs trembling. “N-No!”

“Yes!” snapped Darkstripe.

“That’s not true, Stonepaw!” Tinystar called. He tried to keep his eye on the river, on Sandstorm struggling in the water with Sorrelkit, but he had to focus. “We came here to talk to you!”

Stonepaw’s eyes flashed between Tinystar and Darkstripe. He swallowed, shivering.

“Are you going to listen to the one cat who judges you most for being Bluestar’s son?” Darkstripe snapped, neck fur bristling. “When has he ever looked at you or your littermates and not seen her?”

Fury flashed through Tinystar’s pelt. He unsheathed his claws. “Do you really think I’m so small-minded?” he snarled to Darkstripe. “I know their worth, and so will ThunderClan!”

“When?” sneered Darkstripe. “How much blood must Stonepaw shed before his so-called Clanmates finally recognize his loyalty? You of all cats should know that no matter what you do, some cats will see you as nothing more than a useless kittypet.”

Tinystar bunched his muscles.

“Stonepaw, don’t listen to him!” Tinystar pleaded. “Please! There are cats in ThunderClan who love you, who need you! What about Mistypaw? Mosspaw? Oakheart?”

From the corner of his eye Tinystar spotted Sandstorm pulling herself out of the river, dragging Sorrelkit behind her. Both were sodden, drenched to the bone.

Stonepaw looked between Darkstripe and Tinystar. His eyes narrowed. “They never understood why I was upset,” he snapped. “We shouldn’t have to work harder than anyone else to prove our loyalty just because of what our mother did!”

“Yes,” Darkstripe purred. “Yes, Stonepaw!”

“I-I’m tired of the way cats look at me,” Stonepaw went on. “Of the way they treat me. I’m sorry, Tinystar – I’m grateful that you tried, but you just didn’t try hard enough. I don’t feel like I belong anywhere right now – but I know I don’t belong in ThunderClan.”

Tinystar’s heart plummeted.

Darkstripe raised his head, his eyes sparkling with triumph.

Tinystar bunched himself, preparing to spring.

“Tinystar! Sorrelkit isn’t breathing!”

Tinystar started.

“Go on, Tinystar,” Darkstripe sneered. “Take care of your Clanmate. After all, that is your job, isn’t it?”

Tinystar bristled. He snapped back, “Close your jaws! If she dies, it’ll be on your head, traitor!”

“Come on, Stonepaw,” Darkstripe meowed, grinning. “LionClan is waiting for you.”

Stonepaw hesitated, looking back at Tinystar with worry in his eyes. But Darkstripe leaned over the gap between their stones and grasped Stonepaw’s scruff in his jaws, tugging him along. Tinystar had to push them out of sight and mind to go to Sandstorm, who was desperately trying to push the water out of Sorrelkit.

“I-It’s not coming out!” Sandstorm meowed frantically. “Oh StarClan, don’t take her!”

Tinystar bristled, fury and frustration filling his body. He planted his paws against Sorrelkit’s lungs and pushed with near all his might. The kit shuddered under his weight and gasped, vomiting up a lungful of river water.

“Oh, Tinystar…” Sandstorm sighed. “Oh, thank StarClan!”

Sorrelkit bunched herself up, groaning and shivering. Sandstorm began furiously lapping at her pelt, pushing the fur the wrong way to warm her. Tinystar joined her, but he felt so disconnected from the task at his paws.

Stonepaw was gone.

Gone to LionClan.

And it’s my fault.

———————————————————-

They were in the medicine cat’s den as quickly as they could manage – but the moments stretched into seasons for Tinystar, especially when he had to tell the Clan what had happened. His Clanmate’s reactions hit like a blow – from the devastation in their eyes, Tinystar knew he ought to have tried so much harder to keep Stonepaw from falling into LionClan clutches.

“I never meant to…” Mousefur bristled. “I never meant to make him feel like that!”

“None of us did,” Cinderpelt mewed gently. “We had no idea he was hurting so much…”

Dustpelt dropped his gaze to his paws. “We of all cats ought to know not to judge others by their birth…”

Mistypaw wailed, and Mosspaw was shivering beside her sister. Disbelief hung in their blue eyes, even as they watched over Sorrelkit. Brackenfur was tending to her, with Willowpelt wrapped around her little kit.

“There’s no place in StarClan for one who’d toss a kitten in the river,” Brackenfur declared. “He could have drowned her!”

Willowpelt’s body rippled with grief. “I must have been such a poor mother, for Darkstripe to end up such a villain…”

“That’s not true!” Rainkit chimed in.

Sootkit, by his brother’s side, was bristling. “It’s not! You’re the best mother ever!”

“This isn’t your fault, Willowpelt,” Tinystar meowed, touching his nose to the queen’s forehead. “He was always on Bluestar’s side, likely from the moment he was her apprentice.”

“I thought she would teach him well!” Willowpelt breathed, her eyes wide and filled with sorrow. “But look at what he’s become! Look at what they’ve both become! How can a kit turn out so different from either of his parents?”

Brackenfur hushed her, lapping gently at Willowpelt’s flank. “Don’t blame yourself, Willowpelt. StarClan knows you’re not the cause. There, there… let your kits calm you. Sorrelkit needs to be kept warm or she’ll catch a chill!”

“She’s not moving!” Rainkit mewled as he settled beside his sister.

“She’s in shock,” Brackenfur explained. “She’ll wake soon, and she’ll feel a lot better when she does. Can you feel her breathing?”

Rainkit nodded. He and Sootkit, along with Willowpelt, formed a protective ring around Sorrelkit, warm and soft with all their leaf-bare fluff. Tinystar knew that the kitten would be alright - especially with Brackenfur to care for her.

Tinystar had to leave the medicine den then. There was nothing more for him there. He sagged under the weight of his guilt and it seemed like guilt clouded over the entire clearing. Cats had their heads low, their tails still. They had lost one of their own but there was no body to mourn for Stonepaw. His presence would likely never be felt in the clearing again.

It’s my fault. Tinystar couldn’t stop the nagging doubt in his mind. I should have done so much more for him. How could he call himself leader if one of his own cats was so easily convinced to leave his Clan altogether?

“What are you going to do?”

The voice was trembling with sorrow, but backed up by indignation. Tinystar looked up from his paws to see Mistypaw and Mosspaw standing before him, their shoulders both squared and their tails bristling.

“Well?” Mistypaw asked, stepping forward. “Are you going to go get him back?”

Tinystar sighed. “I don’t know that I can, Mistypaw,” he breathed, looking over the sisters. “He left of his own volition.”

“He was tricked!” Mosspaw insisted. “He had to have been!”

“Stonepaw is a ThunderClan cat!” Mistypaw went on. Her eyes glittered. “We need to fight for him! You always said that Bluestar just wanted to use us! She’s going to use him, too!”

“StarClan can’t let this happen!” Mosspaw added, shaking her head. “They just can’t!”

Tinystar felt so badly for the sisters, and so badly for himself. The weight of failure as a warrior or deputy or apprentice did not hang so heavy or sting as hard as failure did for a leader. He felt as if he hadn’t just failed one small clique of cats – Tinystar knew he had failed his Clan as a whole.

“We’re going to try,” Tinystar meowed. “It’s all we can do.”

“And if he doesn’t want to come back?” Mistypaw murmured.

Tinystar touched his nose to her muzzle, the reply of then nothing can be done hanging in the air. Tinystar felt right now that if he spoke those words aloud he would believe them for the rest of his days. There had to be something he could do – but right now the thought of being capable of doing anything wasn’t occurring.

Mistypaw and Mosspaw padded away, their tails twined and pelts brushing. They disappeared into the medicine cat’s den together.

Sandstorm brushed against him, wrapping her tail with his. “This is my fault,” she breathed. “If I had been a better mentor…”

“It’s my fault,” Tinystar insisted. He looked out at the clearing, at all the grieving cats. At Oakheart, who paced in front of Whitestorm and Longtail with his tail kinked and his eyes wild with the worry of a desperate father. “I needed to do more. I needed to make him feel more accepted. I needed to make sure he felt no different than any other cat.”

“You’re Clan leader now,” Sandstorm admonished. “You can’t possibly have time for every little thing. There’s more I could have done, too – like helping him deal with Ashpaw or even not being so strict at times.” She worked her paws into the earth. “I won’t let anything like this ever happen to one of my apprentices again – and if Stonepaw wants to come back… and wants me as his mentor… I’ll give him better than my best.”

Tinystar took heart in her confidence and determination despite the circumstances – losing her apprentice to Darkstripe was a low blow to her pride. Tinystar leaned against his mate, looking out at his Clanmates, feeling her determination swell up inside his chest.

“We’ll get him back,” he decided. “We have to try.”

Tigerstar’s words came back to him, words spoken when Tinystar admitted to sneaking Ravenpaw away from ThunderClan so long ago, words he’d echoed to Mistypaw, too: That not every cat had the heart of a Clan cat. Not every cat was born where they belonged.

Did that apply to Stonepaw, too?

We’ll get him back… If that’s even what he really wants.

[raccoonsinqueen-taxes]

Six Skeletons, One Maid (Now With Twice As Much Daily Fiber) <Chapter 2>

“g’morning.”

You jumped at the voice, turning quickly. You knew that some of your masters could teleport, and you assumed that Mr. Crimson could, as well, but you certainly weren’t prepared for the frequency at which he used this ability. He was leaning lazily against the wall, the small bony wings peeking out from behind his back and dull gold and brown fleece he wore and the usual drowsily sharp grin fixed on his skull. “Good morning, Mr. Crimson.”

He tilted his head. “‘s fine if you just call me crimson. just no numbers at the end.”

You nodded. You had forgotten. “Sorry, Crimson.”

“eh. just wonderin’ how monsters’re doing back home.” He shrugged. “also, i have somethin to ask you. any wide open places ‘round here that wouldn’t mind a bit of landscaping?”

You paused, thinking. “Well, there is the field out back. It was a garden, once, but none of my masters have either interest or skill in gardening. You should most likely ask Master Sans before doing anything, though.”

He winked. “thanks, kid. stop by later for a show?” You turned around, the sound of his bare feet on the floor abruptly ending as he shortcutted off, presumably to ask Master Sans.

 “SABLE AND CRIMSON ARE GOING TO SPAR LATER TODAY!”

You turned around at Master Papyrus’ excited exclamation to Masters Blue and Orange. Master Blue looked equally excited, Master Orange less so.

“i dont see whats such a big deal about it, theyre just going to toss around a few attacks.” your honey-loving master shrugged.

“BROTHER, IT’S NOT JUST THROWING AROUND A FEW ATTACKS! IT’S PRACTICALLY CHOREOGRAPHED, THEY’RE SO GOOD!” Blue cried, then, in an afterthought, “NOT THAT THEY COULD TOP THE SANSATIONAL BLUE, OF COURSE!”

“So that’s what Crimson planned, he asked me about an open place and invited me to come look at it later,” you said, thoughtfully. You noticed how Master Orange’s expression became tense.

“GREAT! YOU CAN COME WITH US!” Master Papyrus and Master Blue were practically bouncing up and down at you.

You looked down the laundry basket in your hands. “I’m not sure, I have a lot of work to do…” Although, you had hardly, if at all, ever seen any of your masters ever throw any magical attacks around, and from the way your two most excitable masters were fired up about it, Crimson and Mr. Sable must be very good.

Master Orange nodded quickly. “she does.”

Master Blue pouted, “WE INSIST. YOU CAN GET IT DONE LATER!”

Master Papyrus nodded, giving you pappy-dog eyes. You sighed in mock defeat, and in exasperation at the pun most likely induced by an excess of pun-lovers. “Alright. I’ll come later.”

Masters Papyrus and Blue looked like you had just given them a pound of monster candy. Master Orange looked like you had just thrown out his entire stash of honey.

 Mr. Sable and Crimson were standing at opposite ends of the wide grassy field in the back of your masters’ mansion, and you, along with all of your masters, were standing on the sidelines. Masters Papyrus and Blue had had to drag Sans, Black, and Red. You didn’t know why Master Orange was there.

“READY IN THREE?” yelled Mr. Sable to his brother. Crimson replied with a nod, summoning three bones to hover in front of him. The bones fire up into the air, dissipating with a faint sparkle of magic about twenty feet up. As the last bone disappeared, Mr. Sable leapt forward, a wave of jaggedly sharp femurs bursting up from the earth. When the attacks and skeleton reached where Crimson was standing, he simply was not there. You looked around, and there he was, just behind his brother, wings flared and clawed hand swiping at the other’s exposed neck. You almost gasped in fear, even though you knew he wouldn’t really kill his brother, and Mr. Sable turned around, blocking the shorter skeleton’s blow with his radius and ulna and twisting the force against him. The shorter skeleton found himself heading straight for the ground, but he rolled, and pushed himself off of the ground, his arm outstretched at Mr. Sable, and a flurry of long bones, crackling with red energy, flew at him and he met them with a barrage of his own, plain and gleaming white. And then Crimson was at the other side of the makeshift battleground, crouching, and Mr. Sable was still there, tall and proud in the scuffed dirt, and his gleaming slit eyelights fixed on the smaller whose right eye was bright white and whose left was more apparent than ever, and a wall of bones grew up behind the taller, interlocking ribs and femurs and humeri and bones you didn’t know the name of, in an ivory twist like an impenetrable bramble. And an army of skulls, long and draconine, with hinged lower jaws, and sharp jagged horns on the back, came up behind Crimson, and a whine filled the air as light was sucked into their half-opened maws, and then the bones rumbled and hissed as they flew at Mr. Sable’s opponent, and the whine crescendoed into a scream and the day darkened and the jaws opened wide, like a hundred white snakes ready to swallow the world whole, and white beams pierced the air, meeting the bramble-bone-wall. You shut your eyes tightly, sure it had gone wrong, and at silence you opened them, and sunlight shone through dust and Mr. Sable and Crimson were still standing, and grinning, and Crimson wasn’t there anymore and he was leaping at the sky and Mr. Sable was crouching, all deadly grace, and bone clashed with bone in midair and Crimson’s wings were flared and sickly red lightnings were flickering across his bones and his lashing tail and he his eye was shedding a comet-tail of red magic. Your eyes flicked away from the two fighters, at the huge disembodied talons that had formed around Mr. Sable, flickering with bright red. Your eyes flicked to Crimson, who was smirking, his hand held up, clawlike. The behemothic talons around Mr. Sable closed in tighter, and tighter, clenching as Crimson clenched his upheld hand, and then he leapt up them like a huge stair or vertical hopping rocks in a stream, but deadlier, all feral grace and oiled lightning. And he leapt at his brother, and the hands were gone, and Crimson was helping him up, offering his hand. Mr. Sable looked Crimson straight in the eyelights from the ground, poker-faced, and he accepted the hand, and you almost burst out laughing at the sound of the whoopie cushion.

“good spar, bro?”

“GOOD SPAR.”

Master Sans poked your arm, and you suddenly realized that you had began clutching at his hand sometime during the brothers’ alleged spar. You let go quickly, feeling embarrassed. Looking back at Crimson and Mr. Sable, you saw that they were walking over. The moment they arrived at where the group of you were standing, they were swarmed by Masters Blue and Papyrus.

“WOWIE, THAT WAS AWESOME!”

“CAN YOU SHOW US HOW TO DO THE HANDS?”

“AND THAT WALL OF BONES! SO COOL!”

“PAH, I COULD HAVE DONE IT IN MY SLEEP.” You looked at Master Black, his arms crossed as his skull in what looked to be a scowl.

Mr. Sable walked over to him, sauntering like a big cat, but with more bravado. Wow, where were these poetic synonyms coming from? “WHAT, EDGE? NOT JEALOUS, ARE YOU? AFTER ALL, THE SECOND-IN-COMMAND OF THE ROYAL GUARD COULD NEVER BE BESTED BY A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT, RIGHT?” Mr. Sable said condescendingly, leaning on Master Black, “OR WOULD YOU LIKE TO BACK YOUR EMPTY WORDS WITH A SHOW OF STRENGTH? I’M SURE IT CAN’T BE TOO HARD, SEEING HOW SURE OF YOUR OWN ABILITIES YOU ARE.” Master Black seemed about to rise for the bait, until Crimson stepped in, pretending to stumble backwards into Mr. Sable. Which was slightly awkward, since Crimson was barely taller than half of Mr. Sable’s height. “BROTHER, WHY?” the taller skeleton exclaimed, turning his eyelights skyward. You noticed he didn’t try to push the shorter skeleton off of him, in fact he stopped leaning on Master Black to pick his brother up by the scruff of his fleece.

“im like a bike, im two tired, i think id just fall asleep in the middle of your allegedly epic battle with edgypants here, and youd hate it if your favorite bro missed even a second of you trouncing someones coccyx. please wait for me.” Here, Crimson flung an over-dramatic hand over his face. Mr. Sable sighed.

“BUT ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE MY FAVORITE OLDER BROTHER.”

“and with all the extreme competition, im very glad that i have been granted that very esteemed spot, coolest bro of mine.”

“CRIMSON, YOU RAISED ME. I HARDLY REMEMBER WING.”

“STOP YOUR BANTER, I WILL FIGHT YOU TOMORROW,” Master Black huffed, tired of being ignore.

“cool.”

“I HOPE YOU CAN BLACK UP YOUR WORDS, EDGE,” smirked Mr. Sable with a chuckle as the other stomped off in the direction of the mansion, Master Red trailing nervously behind him. Crimson gave his brother a thumbs up.

“Umm, that was very… intense,” you said to Master Orange. “Are their spars usually that death-y?” He opened his mouth to respond but someone beat him to the punch.

“sometimes, but other times they’re pretty funny,” Crimson poked his head in.

“YES. I HAVE THE PICTURES FROM WHEN WE TAG-TEAMED.” Mr. Sable put in. “I CAN SHOW YOU, IF YOU WANT, (Y/N), THEY’RE ON MY PHONE.”

You nodded eagerly, curious who they would tag-team with. The tall skeleton set Crimson down (who proceeded to peer over your shoulder), and pulled out his phone. He leaned down, showing a picture of a yellow, dinosaur-like monster sitting on the shoulders of a tall, bright-red-haired ultramarine-skinned fishy monster, and then the next photo, a broadly-grinning Crimson piggybacking on an equally-happy purple fire monster in rectangular glasses, who looked a lot like a different-colored Grillby. “THAT’S DR. ALPHYS WITH HER GIRLFRIEND UNDYNE, IN THE FIRST PICTURE.”

“and me with the ol’ b-f in the second,” added Crimson.

“wait what?” said Master Orange, looking over quickly, “you have a boyfriend?”

Had he been jealous? Wow, these skeletons have a problem.

Crimson looked puzzled, then he smirked. “yeah, i have a boyfriend. really hot guy, makes a mean burg ‘n’ fries. name’s grillby. bro’s in a relationship with almsal, his sociopathic brother.” At your and Master Orange’s puzzled looks at Mr. Sable, Crimson added, “other brother. sable just got out of one, wing’s with almsal.”

“Wing?” you asked, “That doesn’t seem like a normal skeleton name.”

Crimson laughed. “his full name, well, theres a reason he doesnt use it much. professionally he likes to go by-” He broke off, glaring at Master Orange, who had been desperately signaling for him to shut up. “what, dont want your pretty little maid to know the esteemed name of-”

“shut up,” said Master Orange abruptly.

Crimson huffed. “his last names the same as the collective of green and yellow.”

What was it again? Your masters had only mentioned it once, but they had made such a big deal when you commented on the strangeness of the name. Faster? Gastly? Oh, Gaster.

“ASHTRAY, WHY DON’T YOU WANT (Y/N) TO KNOW OUR FAMILY’S LAST NAME?” asked Mr. Sable, flatly using a fairly insulting (but strangely fitting, in your opinion) nickname and putting his phone away.

Suddenly, Crimson cut in. “you have a nice ‘ghost’, ashtray.” When Master Orange turned around, Crimson wasn’t there anymore. Mr. Sable sighed, turning to walk back inside. Wait, what did the ghost have anything to do with this? And why did it sound like he’d put the word ghost in quotations? And… thinking back, Mr. Sable had referred to himself as a science experiment? What was with that?

Also Crimson had a Grillby as a boyfriend. And a brother other than Sable. That was new.

You decided to head inside, to catch up on the duties you knew at least one of your masters would berate you for not completing.

(Umm, yeah, I tried submitting this once before but I don’t think you got it, anyway, yeah. Sorry for the badly written action scene, and the fact that it seems like two different people wrote this. I think I’m sorta imitating the writing style of 6S1M, but then for the action scene it was more my own. Also Wing (a.k.a Dr. Wing Dings Gaster, The Royal Scientist and designer and builder of the Core) is Crimson and Sable’s brother, same age as Crimson. And he’s going out with Grillby’s adopted brother, a smoke elemental named Almsal. ALL UNNECESSARY INFORMATION. But, I don’t care. *dumps it on your head* And next chapter Sable will be a gentleman and help with dinner. He can actually cook something non-lethal. I believe it will be lasagna. For two reasons, being that I like lasagna, and he’s kinda an offshoot of Fellpap. And I like to think that he can make more than one kind of noodlething. or anything. wait thats three things WHO CARES. *shuts up before the exposition gets any more long*)

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This is blessed <3<3<3 I didn’t get it before, so thanks! Excited for the next chapter!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧