A collection of inane nonsense (ranging from Error being reincarnated as Palette to Dust finding a new love for the color pink) circling around the many AUs and Multiverses of the Undertale world. Some stories will be connected; Others will be rando...
Summary: Blue!Chara learning one of the many wonders of being a skeleton.
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(Warning: This chapter contains mild swearing.)
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Chara - in all their skeleton glory (and Blue's spare clothes) - watched from the kitchen table as their hyper doppelgänger worked around the cooking space, preparing dinner.
Which just so happened to be tacos.
Again.
They had been living in the skeleton brothers' home for a whole two weeks now, and yet they never once witnessed the other cook anything else.
At least it tasted better than Stretch's spaghetti, though. That pasta was so awful Chara was half-convinced he made it with LoVe, not love.
Shaking the horrid thought of the "food" from their head, the once-human-now-skeleton directed their attention to the less stomach-turning meal Blue began scraping out the pan and onto a plate.
Soon enough, the old porcelain dish had a mound of taco meat piled high atop it.
The eccentric blue-clad monster then placed the pan and spatula to the side and grabbed a spoon. His gloved hand dipped the small metal shovel into the meat, putting a small amount on it before pulling away. However, instead of bringing the silverware to his jaws, he skipped them entirely and pulled it up to his eye sockets.
Chara promptly gawked in horror when an unnatural puff of air displaced the steam rising from the meat.
Their skull-face contorted in a way they didn't know possible as they asked incredulously, "Did you just fucking blow air out of your eye socket?!"
"Language," Blue chided, lowering the spoon and turning toward them. "-and of course! Skeletons have no internal components, such as organs, flesh, and etc. Meaning we are capable of breathing, eating, and talking through any orifice in our face. Provided it's not blocked by anything."
After the explanation, he shoved the spoon in an eye socket and hummed. "Ooh, this tastes better than yesterday's!"
They cringed and murmured in disgust, "What the fuck..."
