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I’ve come to the conclusion that in most places, it isn’t normal to pick and eat wild berries you find…..ya’ll telling me you didn’t grow up eating wild raspberries and blueberries while walking through the forest or camping?
I feel bad for ya’ll, my family would harvest the wild berries near my house all the time when I was a kid, they were delicious! Some of my core memories are keeping an eye out for raspberries and blueberries while hiking or pretty much any time I was anywhere near the forest, it was pretty common knowledge where I grew up what we could and couldn’t eat in the forest. And it was just normal to wander off the trail slightly if you see some wild berries, and to have semi extensive knowledge on the flora.
Swapfell Brothers x Reader (That Bitch) Chapter 2
*WARNING* (Contains gore, torture, and sexual themes)
Your boss heard raps on her front door. She scoffed and stood up from the couch. Her husband left an hour ago, and she was getting ready to call her lover to come over; she was a little more than annoyed. She swung the door open. A short skeleton with a large, threatening grin stood on her front stoop. She audibly groaned, “What do you want you Halloween prop reject?!” She snapped. “Greetings, bitch.” Before she could reply, Sans grabbed her arm, and in a split second, they teleported to the basement. Sans cast his blue magic onto her and threw her onto a bed. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” She shrieked. “LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!” Her limbs were forced to spread like a starfish; “Pap!” On cue, Slim with a rope coiled around his arm tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. “She’s tied, M’lord.” Slim stated. “Perfect. Keep an eye on her, I’m going back to the house.” Sans released his magic grip on her soul and blipped out of sight. She thrashed like a fish hooked on a fishing line all the while screaming. “LISTEN HERE YOU FILTHY FUCKING BASTARD-!” Pap slapped a strip of duct tape over her mouth cutting off her sentence. “My apologies, but Milady requested to hear you scream personally,” Pap explained. Pap reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of scissors. “She also wishes for you to be nude.” Your boss let out a muffled protest, at least, that’s what Slim thinks, but he can’t understand her clearly. He snipped off her tight shirt and tore her denim shorts. The cool, damp air causing goosebumps to bloom across her skin. Then he cut the straps of her bra and he cut both sides of her panties, removing them both and tossing the scraps into the corner. Her body flushed with shame and embarrassment as a surge of panic gripped her as Pap’s eyes roamed her body. “You’re a good-looking woman… However, my wife is truly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I can’t ever imagine getting aroused for any other woman than her.” He pulled out a box of cigarettes and his lighter. He lit one and calmly smoked as he watched her in amusement as she struggled within her binds. She was starting to tear up, how could this be happening? He took one last drag, and without warning pressed the cigarette butt onto her stomach, causing her to jerk and let out a sharp muffled cry. It left a circular red burn on her smooth skin. “Just a little something to take the edge off.” He spoke in a dark tone. She only continued to whimper and shake, as if she was violently cold. Sans blipped back into the basement, holding a toolbox. “M’lord, everything go smoothly?” “Yes, everything has been taken care of.” Sans glared daggers at the prisoner and approached the right side of the bed as she tried to shrink away from his gaze. He dropped the toolbox by the bedside with a *BAM* and leaned in close to her face, “You’re crying already? I would have thought a heartless bitch like you would be putting up more of a fight.” Sans mocked. He ripped the duct tape off of her mouth, taking a small patch of her skin with it, causing her to choke back a whine from the after sting. “Got anything to say to a “prop reject””? He snarled. “Please! Let me go! I’m sorry I called you that! I’ll do anything!” She pleaded. “Oh, this isn’t about what you called me on your front step, this is about what has been going on for months.” “M-months, but, I don’t know who you are!” “But you do know our wife, (Y/N).” The wheels in her head began to turn more quickly, realizing that this was an act of revenge. “P-please, I’m sorry! I’m-!” Sans ignored her and smacked the tape back onto her mouth. He strolled over to his brother. “Heard anything from (Y/N)?” Sans asked. “I did, she sent a text to me saying she was on her way back,” Slim responded just as the two skeletons and the prisoner heard the front door open. “Sans! Papy!” A familiar voice rang. Slim and Sans smiled. “Our lady is back.” You stepped into the house, and shut the door behind you; letting out a comfortable sigh as you placed your bags of new clothes and goodies on the kitchen counter. For a moment, you waited for someone to reply, but there was no answer. You knew they were home, Pap said so when he texted you back. As soon as you thought that, your phone beeped. You pulled it from your purse. It was a text… “In the basement.” Your heart began to pound, though not in fear, but in anticipation. Did they really do it? You stepped closer to the basement door. A shiver rippled through your body as you grasped the basement doorknob and slowly opened it. You saw Sans at the bottom of the stairs looking up at you with a smile. You beamed at him, closed the door behind you and descended the stairs. At the bottom, you smooched Sans on his teeth. “Welcome home, my dear, did you enjoy your shopping spree?” “Very much, thank you! But you called me here for a reason.” You explained. “Indeed we did.” Sans slung an arm around your waist and turned you to see the center of the room. Your eyes widened, and you placed your hands over your mouth in astonishment. There she was…tied up on a rickety bed, naked, with tears streaming down her face as she screamed against the tape. Sans chuckled at your expression. “Do you like it?” He asked. You removed your hands from your mouth. “It’s exactly as I envisioned.” You replied in awe. You and Sans stepped closer to the bed. The bitch was whimpering against her tape and stared at you with pleading eyes. You tilted your head in playful confusion. “What’s wrong? Have something to say to me?” You asked. You peeled the tape off her mouth, the tape came off easier after being torn off before. “People are going to look for me, my husband, my employees, when they realize I’m missing, you’ll be found out!” She tried to reason. “Oh, don’t fret. No one will put too much effort into finding you.” Sans assured. “What did you do?” You asked. “She’s been cheating on her husband.” Your boss gasped. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THAT?!” She demanded. “We stalked you.” Slim stated nonchalantly. “Anyway,” Sans started again. “I typed up a nice, long email about how you ran away to be with your lover. I also took the liberty to search through your photos and posted your nudes and those sex videos of you with your boy toy to your social media. I made sure to tag your parents and your husband.” Her face turned sheet white and was struck stupefied. “I even took all your clothes, your jewelry and most of the money from the safe to make it look more convincing. We will look through those later, and speaking of jewelry," Sans reached into his pocket. "Guess what I found?" He pulled out and held up your choker! "Sans, where did you find it?!" You gasped. "Turns out she didn't throw it away, I found it with her jewelry. Here, let me put it back on you." Sans slipped it around your neck and gently massaged your shoulders. "It looks best on you." He murmured lovingly into your ear. You giggled happily. Your boss was suddenly struck with rage and in a moment of poor judgement; “YOU DISGUSTING WHORE, I KNEW YOU WERE A FREAK ALL ALONG!” She screeched but was immediately punched in the face by Slim, punched so hard that when he pulled his fist away, her jaw was hanging helplessly. “DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO MY WIFE THAT WAY!” Papyrus roared right in her face. He raised his fist again to hit her, “Papyrus!” You called. He turned to you. “That was very satisfying, but look at her stats.” Her HP at max was 20, she was now at 14. “Let’s take our time, it won’t be very fun if we kill her right away.” You explained and Slim nodded. “Can you reattach her jaw please?” Slim took her jaw and in one swift moment, clicked it back into place. “Let’s give her a moment to collect her bearings, you stunned her!” You proclaimed in wonder as you unlatched the toolbox and examined the tools before you. She remained stunned for about 20 seconds before she came around. “You okay now?” You asked. She didn’t speak, she only cried as the last bit of her bravery was winked out of existence. “Good, let’s start!” Slim held out the scissors that he used to cut off her clothing. "Perhaps you would like to use these?" He suggested. You pondered for a few moments, then an idea came to you. “First, let’s do something mostly harmless.” You announced. You grasped the scissors and held them up for her to see. “Let’s cut your hair.” You grabbed a bunch of her hair; her long, thick, bouncy locks that you always admired… too bad they were attached to such a bad person. She didn’t protest, she continued to sob and plead to be let go. You sloppily cut the hair and allowed the clumps fall to the floor. Once the hair was short enough, you placed the scissors on the floor and rummaged through the open toolbox before taking out a shaving razor. Using it, you shaved her head roughly, she grimaced and whimpered until her scalp was a bloody, patchy mess. You picked at the clogged razor, removing wet bloody hair until it was mostly clean. “Now your eyebrows!” You shaved off her eyebrows with a few hard strokes, slicing the skin from where her right eyebrow once was, blood oozing through. You smiled in satisfaction, dropping the razor to the floor and You picked up a hand mirror from the toolbox. “Now you’re the same as you are on the inside, hideous!” You hissed as you presented her reflection. Her whimpers increased in volume to wails as she saw herself. The right side of her face was completely swollen and bruised purple and black from Slim’s assault, her shaved head was turning red from the cuts you made on her scalp, and her eyebrows were now stuck in the blades of the razor. You cackled as you placed the mirror aside. “Alright…now let’s get into the senseless pain.” You proclaimed. Reaching into the toolbox again, “Can you guys untie her right wrist and hold her arm straight out?” Sans held her down with magic as Slim untied her wrist. Her arm was positioned as requested. “W-wait! What are you going to do?!” She yelled. You ignored her as you picked up the needle nosed pliers, and walked over to the outstretched hand. “Thank you.” You squeezed the handles so everyone could clearly see the pliers close and open. You kept eye contact with her as you moved the pliers’ closer to her fingernail. “W-W-WAIT, DON’T!! DON’T PLEASE!!” You slowly wedged the bottom jaw between her nail and her nail bed. She squealed as You gripped the handles and the pliers tightened, then you lifted the pliers up quickly, ripping the nail clean off the bed. She threw open her mouth and howled in agony. Sans and Pap had looks of awe on their faces. Being skeletons they lacked nails, not realizing how painful tearing off a nail could be, and both silently praised you at how clever you are. You grinned wickedly, discarding the nail on the floor, and moving to the next nail. You tore off the second, third. At the fourth nail, the nail cracked in half when you tried to remove it. You frowned…before shoving the pliers into the remains of the nail and tore it without any problem. Going on to the last nail and ripping it off without any issue. “Now the other hand!” “N—n-n-o, PLEASE!” You did the same with her left hand, only this time, pulling the nails off more slowly, dragging out her agony as long as possible. Unfortunately, she only has ten nails, you had to sadly stop. “I’ll do the toenails another day! For now, let’s cauterize those bloody nail beds.” You cooed, placing the pliers down and turned to Papyrus. “May I have your lighter?” You asked. Papyrus reached into his pants pocket and pulled it out. You took it. “Turn her hands upside down please.” You flicked on the lighter and slowly burned all ten nail beds. The searing white hot pain of her flesh being roasted, her screams made your own teeth rattle and your ears ring, yet you wanted to hear more. You burned the nail beds until they were charred black. “Maybe tomorrow I'll burn them off." You thought aloud tossing the lighter back to Slim. With your rage mostly extinguished, you examined her. So far, you think you were doing a good job. No hair on her head, no fingernails, charred fingertips, cut up, bloody, swollen, bruised and traumatized. You have been going easy on her so far, time to make her shriek so loudly it will wake the dead. As you ran your eyes over her body, wondering despite yourself what you should do, “Her feet? Maybe her legs… stomach?” you stopped at her breasts. You stared at the plump mounds… and gave them a sharp jab with your finger, causing her to wince. “You like to tease your fellow employees, including me, about our breasts; even though there is nothing wrong with them. Besides, who are you to judge us when we all know you have implants.” You remarked. She didn't speak. “Well then… I suppose you don’t mind me proving that theory… knife please!” “Wait, what?!” Sans handed you a sharpened paring knife. “W-wait!! Wait, I do have implants!” She cried out hurriedly in horror. “I know!” You pressed the knife to the underside of her right breast. “PLEASE! I BEG YOU PLEASE DON’T-AHHHHHH!!!” You pierced the skin and made a sloppy horizontal cut across. Blood began to flow like spilled crimson paint. You pinched her nipple and pulled the breast up. The bitch shrieked as she saw stars flash in front of her eyes. “Ooh, what’s this?” You asked yourself. The prisoner wasn’t listening as her chest felt like it was set on fire, like her fingertips. “I can’t grab it, hold on.” You sliced up the right side of her breast and folded the bloody flap of skin over like it was the cover of a book. “Well, look at this…” Your voice was garbled as her vision began to swim and blacken. She just witnessed you grab something and pull it out of her as she gave a gurgled breath, passing out from the torment. She suddenly woke up when a searing pain gripped her chest in its unforgiving jaws, she gasped but it proved to be an awful mistake as she felt like tiny razors digging into her chest, causing the stars to dance before her eyes once again. “Oh, you finally woke up.” Her gaze focused enough on you as you were holding what looked like a blob of jelly in your hand. Your prisoner was then struck horrified at realizing that- “I knew you had implants all along, and they are quite big too.” You picked up the mirror and gave her a clear view of her chest. Her eyes widened and her pupils shrunk to the size of pin dots as the image was presented before her. Her chest was an assortment of colors, purple and red and black and green and yellow. What was left of her breasts was stitched crudely back into place with cotton thread. She attempted to squirm but was seized with intense pain, forcing her to remain still. She stifled her sobs, willing herself not to cry. “I’m no plastic surgeon, so I can’t fix your breasts.” You pouted. But don’t worry, I used hydrogen peroxide to clean you up! Now I’m going to wrap you up with gauze, can’t have you dying of infection, not when we are just getting started.” As you said that, you laid sterile gauze onto her wounds and secured it in place with surgical tape. “Alright, Pap, that’s enough healing.” She slowly turned her head to see the skeletons on the left side. Pap’s eye was glowing orange for a moment, but when you gave the orders, the glow faded. “You should thank him, while you were passed out, Papyrus noticed your HP was low, so out of the kindness of his soul, he healed you. Good thing he did, you would have died! Now you get to be with us longer!” Her face contorted with grief. "How long do you plan to keep me alive?" She moaned weakly. "As long as possible, so get cozy." You replied. You pressed another piece of gauze onto her chest. Your vengeance was not gone, not by a long shot. You would be back tomorrow with a new torture method, and the next day, and the next until she is nothing but a crippled, empty shell of her former, ugly glory. "You two can take everything upstairs and clean up. I'll be right behind you!" You said. Sans and Slim nodded and left as you finished up. As you stuck the last piece of surgical tape onto her, you observed her eyes. They no longer held a confident, mischievous shine... they were nullified. "You brought this upon yourself, you understand that right?" You spoke. She trembled, choked groans slipped from her throat as she held your gaze. "You could have been nice, and we could have been friends. I gave you months to apologize, to wipe the slate clean and to start over; but you pushed me to far this time. Even though I'm the one who inflicted your wounds, you're still the one in the wrong." "I-I-I'mmm...so... s-sor-r-ry." "No, you're not." You replied. "If I simply yelled at you, would you have said that you were sorry? No. You would have laughed in my face and fired me. Your apology to me now is nothing but wasted oxygen." You turned away and ambled to the stairs. "Get some rest, we'll be back tomorrow." You shot her an evil smile, and she finally broke into painful sobs. You ascended the stairs and opened the door. Stepping back out into the living room, you took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The last rays of the evening sun poured through the windows, giving off a peaceful vibe as if the sun was completely unaware of the horror that happened in the dark. Sans and Slim were cleaning the last of the tools over by the kitchen sink. A feeling of exhilaration flared within you! This was exactly what you needed. The root of your recent grief was now at your mercy! It felt wonderful! It made you feel powerful, confident, and... “That was an excellent session,” Sans said to his brother before noticing you. "Hello my dear, how are you?" He asked without turning to face you. “I'm fine. Hey, boys, how’s your energy?” Both skeletons dried their hands. “We’re fine, why?” Both of them turned to face you. They saw a look on your face, a look that they haven't seen for months. “Please fuck me.” You sighed blissfully. Lightly panting, a sheet of sweat coated your body, trembling, feeling sated and delightfully sore. Your honeypot throbbed as you felt their magic dribble out of you. Slim spooned you from behind, while Sans laid in front of you, stroking your warm cheeks. “That was amazing." You purred. Slim held you tighter and kissed the back of your neck. "When was the last time we made love?” You asked. “Weeks ago, when that wretched slut's abuse towards you began occurring more frequently.” Slim mumbled as he proceeded with rubbing small circles on your stomach. You picked up your head a little. "Was it really that long? I’m sorry.” “Don't be sorry, you got all the time in the world to make it up to us.” Sans chuckled. You laughed and gave Sans a kiss. “I don’t need to ask but to ease my nerves, is she tied down enough?” You questioned. “Don’t fret, Milady. I took great precaution when tying her, she isn't going anywhere." Slim hummed. “Who will feed her tomorrow?” You asked. “I’ll take care of it. It won't be hard, if she refuses to eat, I'll tell her that I'll rip all her teeth out." Sans explained. You chuckled and gave Sans another smooch; then you turned your head to smooch Slim as well. “You both are too good for me; how did I ever get so lucky?” You cooed. Sans ran his finger over your choker and sighed peacefully. "I often wonder the same thing." He admitted softly. "As do I." Slim crooned. Sans slowly sat up. "I'm going to take a shower, would you two care to join me?" You sat up as well, along with Slim. "Yes please!" You chimed. Sans got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. Slim stood up and gently scooped you up like he did on your honeymoon night. You curled your arms behind his neck and nuzzled him as he strolled to the bathroom with you in tote. You sighed happily and thought to yourself. "One year ago... I made the best decision of my life."
Swapfell Brothers x Reader (That Bitch) Chapter 1
*Warning: Contains polyamorous relations, swearing, hurt and comfort* Slim and Sans were relaxing at home from a successful day at work. They live on the surface in a house with you, you are married to the both of them. You were the last one to come home from work, both of them would be waiting for you, but they were waiting in great anticipation. Today marked one-year of the day the skeleton brothers married the woman of their dreams, You. The two brothers were planning on taking you out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate tonight, and although it was Thursday, all three of you agreed to call in sick on Friday, as the boys were planning to spoil you rotten in bed all night and into the next morning. The front door swung open, you step in. They both at first looked at you with smiles but quickly lost them when they saw the hard look on your face. You ignored them completely and stormed your way to the basement door, swung it open and slammed it behind you. Both were left momentarily stunned at this before they heard a muffled scream of pure lividity from behind the basement door, flashes of light the same color as your soul shone through the cracks of the door. Both skeletons shot each other a glance of great concern, as they have never heard such screams from you before. Sans was first to hurry to the door with Slim at his heels. He opened it to hear your rage at full force, it made him and Slim flinch. He rushed down the stairs, it was completely dark aside from the light from your soul, it glowed harshly, a mix of your soul’s natural color and a dark gray. “THAT BITCH, WHO THE FUCKING HELL DOES SHE THINK SHE IS!!?? THAT GODDAMN FORSAKEN WITCH!!!” Your shrieks echoed off the concrete walls and floors, causing the brother's nonexistent ears to ring. The sheer power coming from your soul, caused the boy's souls to fly out instinctively for a fight. They didn’t know what to do, they never saw you like this before…you looked, inconsolable. A giant *CRACK* sound caught Sans attention. He saw a large, jagged rift appear on the left concrete wall! The force from your soul caused it, Sans knew you needed to stop! Without hesitation, he threw out his hand and cased your soul within blue magic. You continued to scream and wail as your greatly distressed soul tried to break free from Sans as he carefully lowered your soul to the floor, causing you to sit down on the floor against your will. “I HATE HER! I HATE HER! I! HATE! HER! WHY IS SHE DOING THIS TO ME?! WHAT IS HER GODDAMN FUCKING PROBLEM?!” You cried. You pulled your knees close to your chest and wrapped your arms around yourself, before letting out sobs filled with defeat and exhaustion. Your soul no longer fought against Sans, both skeletons took this as a sign that you were ready and willing to be comforted. Slim approached you from behind, slowly, as if you were a terrified creature that would lash out if approached incorrectly. “Milady?” He called out. You continued to cry. Slim came close enough to sit behind you, he sat in a way that you were between his legs. He gently curled his arms around you and brushed your legs with his hands; this was the right thing to do as you relaxed your legs, letting Slim curl his arms around your body and allowing you to lean back against him. As you both sat, Slim held you tightly and carefully rocked you. Sans sat in front of you. You were shaking, crying, and breathing heavily. Sans held your soul and examined it. It throbbed, it’s natural color now dulled and darker, with black splotches scattered on it like a rotten apple; the splotches pulsed as if attempting to incase the soul completely in darkness. “I-I’m-*sob* sorry.” You whimpered, keeping your head down feeling ashamed of the scene you caused. Sans spoke in a delicate tone. “Shhh, just relax.” Sans caressed your soul tenderly and pressed a kiss into it, a spark of light lit within the soul for a second, before being struck down by the darkness, causing you to visibly wince. Sans knew they had to act fast. “Papyrus,” Slim looked at Sans, ready for whatever Sans tells him to do. “Bring her upstairs, and sit on the couch with her while doing your best to comfort her. I’m going to prepare a bath.” You laid back, and let out a shaky sigh as the warmth from the water seeped into your muscles. The bathroom was lit with candles, dim enough to be relaxing but not to strain anybody’s eyes. A copious amount of bubbles covered your body like a blanket, the bubbles were your favorite scent, encouraging you to take deep breaths. You held a mug in your hands, filled with a relaxing tea mixed with honey. Slim sat in a chair, supported your neck and head as he pours water over your hair; Sans sat next to Slim, on the tub’s edge, while still holding your soul. “Will you tell us what happened now?” Sans asked as he stroked your soul with his thumb. “It was her again…” Your voice was hoarse and cracked from screaming. You lifted the honey tea to your lips and sipped it. Both boys knew who “her” was. She is your boss and is also your worst enemy. She felt threatened by you, her employees respected you more than they respected her, you had ideas that would make the company a greater success than it was now! She made it her mission to get rid of you, pushing your boundaries and crossing the line every day, trying to get you to fight back because the moment you do…she would fire you. “I wore the choker you both gave me for our one-year wedding anniversary today.” You explained. Both boys recalled this, as they remember giving the little box to you, and the way your eyes lit up when seeing it, and the beautiful smile on your face when Slim helped you put it around your neck this morning. However, when you undressed for the bath…there was no choker. “Where…is it?” Slim asked. Your face crumpled slightly. “She threw it away.” Sans nearly shot up in fury, and Slim’s face grew dark. “I went into her office to bring her my finished paperwork and her coffee this morning, she asked what was around my neck, and I told her it was my anniversary gift…” You paused, swallowing the lump in your throat before continuing. “She told me I was disgusting, that I was wearing a collar like a dog, saying that I was a freak for bringing my fetish play to work, then laughed saying, of course, I was a freak if I married a couple of monsters.” You began to shed tears as your husbands listened intently. “She then, g-grabbed my choker, and yanked it off my neck…and threw it in the trash.” You whimpered. Sans and Slim could feel their souls pound with rising rage. “She told me to get back to work, and said if I reached into the trash, she would fire me…” You began to cry openly. “At the end of the day, she came up to me and told me to drop off files in her office, I did…and I went to the trash can to get my choker…*sob* but it was empty!! She tossed her trash into the dumpster, and the garbage truck *sob* came by that afternoon!” You cried. Slim leaned in closer and hugged you, not caring his clothes got wet. Sans gave your soul more kisses as the darkness started expanding again, but just as it started, it shrunk back; Sans and Slim tended to keep it that way. You snuggled under the blankets, lying in the middle of the large bed you shared with your husbands. After the bath, Slim ordered some pizza for delivery; Though they had planned that morning to eat at a restaurant, after the day you had, everyone wanted to stay home. After having your fill, you decided to turn in, despite it still being early enough that there was still light outside. Sans planted a skelly-kiss on your lips. “Get some rest okay?” Sans stood up to leave but you grabbed his wrist. He looked back to you. “Sans…I’ve been thinking really hard, for months even, so please understand what I’m about to say is sincere.” Sans sat back down, looking into your eyes. “What is it?” Sans asked. You took a breath, “I want her dead.” Sans eyes widened… but then he grinned. “What would you like to do?” He asked in genuine interest. You were planning for months, so you knew exactly what you wanted to do. “I want you and Slim to capture her, tie her up in the basement, and we all can make her suffer.” Sans hummed in confirmation. “I see… I can help with that. For now, you need to sleep.” Sans stood back up. “Okay…” You turned over. “I love you and Slim so much.” “I love you too.” “How is she?” Slim asked softly, waiting outside the room. Sans quietly closed the bedroom door and sighed heavily. “She fell asleep almost immediately, she’s completely drained.” Sans walked past his brother to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a small glass. He tossed some ice into the glass and poured the whiskey, taking few sips before trudging to the couch and sinking down. Slim sat down next to him; Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before taking a long drag, and relaxing against the back cushions. The minutes ticked by. Eventually, Sans downed his second glass of whiskey and Slim was halfway through with his third cigarette. Sans was the one to break the silence. “Did you see the condition her soul was in?” Sans questioned quietly. “I did, M’lord.” Slim replied so softly, Sans almost missed it. Human souls are different from monster souls in a few ways. One way is the texture and appearance. Souls of human children would be completely clean from any damage. However, as they get older, their soul's appearances would alter depending on the events that happen to them as they go through life. Some souls have cracks, some have scars, some have black spots, or some have all three. Black spots were the indication of depression, if a human’s soul was to become completely coated in black…well…it may have already been too late to save them. Seeing the black splotches on your soul shook both skeletons to the core. Sans hunched forward and rubbed his face. “Those spots don’t appear overnight, who knows how long she’s had them…oh god... what if we weren’t home? You saw the rift on the wall!” Sans felt his anxiety rise, thinking about the ‘what if’s’. “M’lord,” Slim spoke up. Sans turned his eye sockets towards him. “Please don’t think of the ‘what if’s’, what’s happening right now is what matters. We need to find a way to help her.” Sans forced himself to relax and nodded. “You’re right. Speaking of helping…” Sans shot his brother a grin. “(Y/N) gave us permission.” Slims’ eyes widened as he extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray. “You mean...?” “She wants to kill her.” A look of gladness and sick humor etched across Slims’ face. “I trust whatever plan you come up with, M’lord.”
What if
We’re relaxing and you make a joke, and we’re both laughing, and i wanna hear more of that laugh so i poke your side. You squeak and i do a fake gasp as if i was surprised but i mean really, you would giggle if i poked your ankle, so it’s not surprising at all. But still i act all surprised and then go ahead and tickle you until your ears are red and then pull your shirt up to kiss your tummy, wait a moment for you to be flustered, and then blow a raspberry right on your side where i kissed until im running out of breath and you’re laughing
And then what if i did that, kissing and then blowing a raspberry, then moving to kiss the next spot and just loop that, what if i did that until i was lightheaded. And then i get a little wobbly and you’d probably get concerned but i’d be too giggly to fully realize and just wanna kiss you because if my baby’s upset why wouldn’t i wanna kiss the baby??? and if you go to ask if i’m ok i’ll just kiss you and blow another raspberry until you stop worrying and actually just laugh until you can’t hide the adorable snorts and gasps and yelps and screeches over my nails tracing and spidering all across your ribs and hips while i’m kissing and covering your tummy with raspberries until we’re both too giggly to keep going. And then just curl up to cuddle with you
And if i just so happen to squeeze your sides or kiss the back of your neck and then blow a raspberry? While you’re all tickle tired and can’t stop the giggles? Well that that’d be amazing and you wouldn’t have to worry about being cold because i would be blushing hard enough to be a furnace from how absolutely adorable you are