(cw: sorta questioning facts? like thinking your friend is fake, blood, guilt)
Killer and Dust bust into the room, quickly shutting the door behind them. Dust stares at you tear stained face and looks between Killer and Nightmare then back at you.
Killer takes a more direct approach, stepping right up to you and asking
"can we hug you. you look like a kicked puppy."
you devolve into a fit of watery giggles, Killer always lets you ignore your problems and makes you laugh. you nod your head and accept the skeleton that comes barreling towards you,
you get knocked to your back as Killer rushes into your arms, Dust, more carefully, wraps you in his arms. you close your eyes, savoring one time youre getting touched and you dont think about the dogs, or more recently, the worms.
the door slams open again... to reveal Classic great, this guy. probably here to kick you out.
Killer and Dust stay pushed up against you as Classic stares you down aggressively, you cant read his face but hes prooooobably mad at you. you dont know what for but whatever, as long as Killer and Dust are by you, you can handle getting yelled at
...aaand you were right, hes getting ready to shout, oh boy your ears are gonna ring after this one
"what the hell was that?!?! first you LIE to the gaurdian of the multiverse THEN your magic flares up and causes the machine to malfunction again!! bringing MORE of your friends along THEN you ATTACK everyone?!!?."
you glance around and your companions, you can guess they didnt know about the machine either so- your train of thought gets cut off by another bout of shouting from Classic
"i should have never trusted the bad sans in my home. all you do is cause trouble and ruin things."
you are getting terrible reminders of when Papyrus kicked you out, you push that back and tune Classic out, staring at Killer instead, who is sprawled out over your legs
Killer catches you staring and starts mocking Classic, making silly faces so you dont have to look at the skeleton infront of you. a fond, tired smile worms its way onto your face,
you dont even realize that Classic has turned his attention to Nightmare, screaming his words at him instead. you sit there for as long as it takes for Classic to tire himself out, just giggling at Dust and Killer slightly.
Classic leaves eventually, Nightmare with a scowl on his face, you are literally itching for a shower, you pick at your eye sockets tiredly as Nightmare relays the message to you three.
"Classic insists that we leave the main house, he will also be kicking the Horrortale brothers out as well to, quote, not take any more chances, end quote. so we will be staying in the cottage just outside near the forest."
you sigh internally great, i ruined stuff for the horror bros too. Nightmare glances to you, as if reading your thoughts he states:
"it is not your fault Leef, if it wasnt you it would have been Dust or Killer who got into a bad fight where i could not stop them. so we will have to move."
you nod dully and stare at your hands
"yeah! i-its not your fault Leefy! just... bad luck" the fake Jay tries to cheer you up yeah, that wont work worms, you are smarter than that, this fake Jay wont be able to trick you into agreeing to the deal.
you pointedly ignore the voice of the fake Jay to the strange look of Dust, and your mind wanders to Bubbles.
"how... long was i... out for? is Bubbles o...k?"
Dust straightens up at this.
"yep! hes a-ok. you were out for a couple days.. so Honey, Mars and i took the liberty of upgrading his tank! Mars knows a bunch about fish!"
you smile, thankful that Dust took care of Bubbles, glance at Nightmare uncertainly.
"is...." you really hate asking for help when it comes to something like your mobility but you cannot walk on your own right now,
"do you hap...pen to have a can...e i could use? or at least... my bat so i can wal..k?"
Nightmare quickly produces your dirty bat from no where, then speaks of how he will ask for a cane that you can use, you just nod along absentmindedly and push Killer and Dust off of you, moving towards the bathroom
you are happy that none of your companions try to help you. that would bring down your self esteem so much lower, you hobble over to the bathroom, setting up a warm bath for yourself,
although the hot water may remind you of the goo from the worms, a shower would get in your skull and irritate you so a bath it is.
you start running the water and take a look at your clothes, you are still wearing your cargo shorts and your rabbit hoodie, now with even more blood on it that youre not able to wash.
you slip into the warm water, you grab a washcloth and start scrubbing harshly at your legs and arms, opening up wounds you didn't realize you had.
you then travel up to your face. you hardly even have to swipe at your eyes for purple blood to soak the washcloth.
it stings but its not like you haven't been through worse.
fin
ill be honest this was a pain to write and im sure it shows at the end, but what can i do
title from "...well its better than the alternative" by Will Wood
Underfell: Red, Edge
Undertale: Classic, Nilla
Horrortale?: Leef, (Jay?),
Dusttale: Dust, (phantom)
Underlust: Honey, Lavender
Horrortale: Mars, Jupiter
Underswap: Stretch, Blue
Other: Nightmare, Killer, Ink, Dream
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