UT MV Short Stories (Oneshots??)

And it's the End of the World

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Notes: Quick TW! Vague thoughts of sui, fire, angst, major character death, and a kind of open ending. Also I didn't edit this so sorry if it's ugly DHKFSDJ

Killer drew in shakey breathes, choking on the smoke surrounding him. A mix of tears and liquid hate fell down his face, staining the ashy carpet below him. The thick smell of fire and burning wood filled his senses, the crackling sound making his head pound. Or was it his lack of oxygen? He couldn't tell. To be fair, it wasn't exactly important, either.

A star badge was clutched tightly in the skeleton's hands, the sharp points stabbing into the palm of his hand. Red marrow began to trickle down his fingers. No matter. It wasn't the most important thing right now. What was, then? Maybe the pile of dust at Killer's feet. Maybe the fire slowly eating away at the house he stood in. Maybe his life being at risk in a multitude of ways at the moment. Maybe all? Maybe.

Killer, with shaking legs, sat down next to the plastic race car bed beside him. He's heard it's better to stay low during a fire. He could feel the heat of the fire getting closer. He should leave soon. But not now, he still needs to talk. To... To him. To the dust. To Blue. They say your sense of hearing goes last, so maybe he'll still hear him. Maybe. Ignoring his wavering soul, he spoke.

"It's-" Killer coughed, the smoke filling his chest. It stung, but he can ignore it. Just a little longer. "It's been a while. Hey." His voice was hoarse, and he wheezed as he breathed. Blue wouldn't mind though. He wasn't the type to judge. "Sorry about the, uh. Fire. Boss' orders, yanno? Hah." It was getting hotter. A bead of sweat dripped down the eyeless skeleton's skull. Not that he needs a distinct description anyways, he's the only skeleton alive in the house.

"You were pretty sweet. I woulda liked to hang out more, but I guess I always kinda knew ol' grampy apples would find out." He let out a low chuckle. No one laughed with him. "I hope you're alright," Killer whispered. The smoke was clouding his vision, the dust beginning to look more like ash. Ash and soot. Ash, soot, marrow, and tears. What a pathetic display. "I hope you'll forgive me. I lo-"

Something crashed in the living room. Maybe the house was caving in. Maybe something fell. Maybe someone's coming to get him. Who knows. Who cares. Killer wheezed. He took a slow look around Blue's room. The cheesy figurines, the skull flag, the computer. What a shame it'll all be lost. All the memories made over the years... Gone in seconds. How... strangely beautiful. Poetic? Inspiring? Wonderful? ... Maybe.

The door began to burn through, embers flying off and landing on Killer. It stung, much like the star stuck in his palm, but there were worse things to deal with. Like the fire. Like his life. Like his boss. Who... Should be coming eventually. They wouldn't let him stay in a burning building forever, after all. They may be... Cruel. They may be unfair. They may be vicious. But they value their time. What's a king without his subjects, after all?

What if they didn't come, though? ... That could happen. Maybe they could forget they sent Killer on a mission. Maybe they could be busy dealing with the others. Maybe they could just leave him to die. Maybe... Maybe Killer should stay here. Accept his face. An eye for an eye, as they say. Blue's life for his own. All he would need to do is lay down... Let the flames burn his bones, take his HP bit by bit. It'd hurt, sure, but if he went out like this, maybe he could see Blue again.

Maybe.

Killer sighed and laid beside the pile of dust, finally taking the time to pull out the star badge. The once golden yellow shine of the star was now dulled, covered in a multitude of things it shouldn't be covered in. Not much he could do now, though. It's the last thing he had of Blue. May as well savor it. Without much else to do, the skeleton stared up. Not at the ceiling, but the smoke. It was so thick and dark the ceiling wasn't even visible. He could feel ash getting in his sockets, but it's fine.

Heh. "This is fine." That was something Blue liked to say a lot. He said it was from a picture of some dog surrounded by fire. Seems fitting, doesn't it? A "mood", as Blue also said. He said a lot of strange things. Strange, nonsensical, adorable things. Barely any of it was coherent, barely any of it made sense to Killer, but he loved hearing it anyways. Maybe it's the smoke, maybe it's his grief-wracked head, or something else, but he feels like he can hear Blue's voice. Cheerful, soft, caring...

Maybe it's the smoke in his eyes or his lowering HP, but he feels like he can almost see him too. So close, yet so, so far away.

It won't be too much longer.

It's only a matter of time...

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Notes: Mistki's live performance of I Want You in Brooklyn of 2018 got me FEELIN some kinda way, so, like, shoutout to that being my main motivator for this SKDGJSJH

Also if anyone's worried it's okay, Nightmare did come and get him, but I didn't write that bc I wouldn't know how to end it from there and this also took me like three hours and I need to sleep, so to those angst enjoyers, you're welcome, I tried KJHDS