One-shots

First, Last - Growing Up, Sometimes

part four bitches :]

this is literally Dust struggling

this one is more lighthearted than the others, it's pure silliness, or an attempt at it lmao

enjoy :]

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Dust's spoon scraped against the bowl on it's way down. The racket it made as it hit the bottom of the sink among the rest of the utensils made his bones tingle. Goosebumps, he wanted to say, but he didn't have skin. His bowl was equally loud, screeching in that specific way that only porcelain could. His head twitched to the side, neck cramping, in an involuntary response to the noise. He cringed at the lingering echo in his acoustic meatuses.

Shaking off the last few shivers, Dust sniffed quietly and reached up to turn the faucet on. Embarrassingly enough, he found himself straining to reach the handles. Even on his toes, he still came up too short. He dropped back on his feet, huffing through his nose. He could've sworn that-

"didja forget.. yer stool?" Dust tensed briefly, his shoulders jumping up in his surprise. He turned sharply, his eyes wide. Horror towered over him, his red eye glowing brilliantly in the dimly lit room. He tilted his head, blinking down at Dust. "y'okay?" Dust sucked in a breath, coughing into his fist and clearing his throat. "Yeah, yeah, m'good. Where's, uh, where's the stool?"

"...stool?"

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Dust twirled his mixing stick between his fingers, much like Killer would a knife. Next to him, rolling out a sheet of parchment paper, Horror mumbled absently, quietly rambling about melting peppermints. Dust nodded along, doing his best to absorb the information, despite already knowing how. Horror passed him a small bowl with the instruction to put the peppermints in and microwave them. The moment Horror's hands were free, he bent down to rummage through the cupboards in search of cupcake trays.

Dust stepped away, leaving the mixing stick where Horror could find it easily, and set the glass bowl down. The peppermints crinkled loudly, each one clinking as they were dropping in the bowl. He stopped at six, sweeping the left over wrappers into a small pile and leaving them there for the time being.

He jammed his fingers against the microwave, blindly pressing the button to open the door, and caught the it when it popped open. He set the tiny bowl inside, shutting the door and punching in a minute in the timer and hit start.

Nearby, Horror was pouring flour into a bowl, his eye narrowed with concentration. Once he deemed it full enough, he set the bag down and grabbed a bag of brown powder, pouring it through a metal strainer. Dust watched blankly as Horror mixed the two powders, his brows raised. The microwave beeped and he looked away to take the bowl out, grabbing a spoon to mix the slightly melted peppermints and stuck it back in the microwave for another minute.

Horror paused, tsking as he put his whisk down to turn the oven on. Dust chuckled, stepping away from his spot to start grabbing other things. "Don't we gotta make the butter too?" Horror grunted, and Dust grinned, pulling out the necessary items and turning on the burners and setting a saucepan on top.

The microwave beeped and Dust turned to go open it. Only, he couldn't reach it. With a scowl, he stood on his toes, gritting his teeth, because he knew he could reach it, he'd just done so-!

".dusty.. yer stool..." He glared at Horror over his shoulder, a retort on his tongue, but he faltered, feeling an odd sense of deja vu. Rather than snapping, Dust just sighed and left to grab his stool.

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Horror frowned at Dust, his brow furrowed as he watched him rummage through the top shelf of their shared closet. Boxes that had been dragged out previously were piled around Dust's feet. He seemed irritated, muttering incomprehensibly about something. Dust hissed and pulled away from the closet, "I don't understand, it should be up there!" He kicked a box with a growl, frustrated.

Horror scratched his cheek, confused. "..what should?" Dust waved his hand at the closet, scowling, "The fuckin' stool." Ah, this again. He couldn't help but smile, though Dust didn't seem to appreciate it. Horror chuckled at his anger, "dusty, y'ain't... need one.."

Dust rubbed his face, huffing a muffled 'what do you mean i don't', to which Horror only smiled at wider. Dust glared at him, "Horror, I'm serious, I gotta find it, I can't reach shit without it."

"..but yer.. almost as tall.. as me..?"

"No, I-...what."

Dust looked down at himself, his expression dumbstruck as he took in his lanky form. He took a fist-full of his shirt, pulling it out to look at it as well, though it wasn't necessary. "What the fuck. what the fuck-"

Horror watched, amused, as Dust seemed to suddenly realize his height. "I- Yesterday I couldn't even reach the fucking microwave and now I'm-!" He turned around, gaping at the top shelf. He slapped his hand on the shelf's edge, his mouth hanging open. "I can reach it."

"yeah.."

"I'm. I'm tall." Horror snorted, "you've been..tall this...whole time." Dust clearly didn't hear, throwing his arms over his head with a whoop. "I'M TALL!!"

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"What."

Dust stared at the closet shelf, horrified. He couldn't reach it. Horror glanced up, humming. "oh.. y'need yer stool.."

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lmao poor dust

ALSO I JUST REALIZED THAT I NEVER POSTED A STORY HERE WHEN I POSTED IT EVERYWHERE ELSE WHOOPS