Multiversal Star - Masculine Reader

Killer Instinct

Chapter Fourteen

It had been a few days since that day Cross had left M/n asleep on the couch wrapped in his jacket. He still hadn't returned, and that had just left Nightmare, Killer and M/n alone in the big Manor. Despite Killer's mention of several other skeletons living in the home, M/n had yet to see any of them. 

"Night?" M/n groans aloud, hanging off the couch upside down. 

"What, M/n." 

"Can I go out?" He asked, staring at Nightmare, who had appeared in front of him. "And can you get your boney crotch outta my face?" 

Nightmare grunted and gripped M/n by the hood of Cross' jacket, making him sit upright. "Can you sit on my couch correctly?" 

"Ugh." 

M/n swatted Nightmare’s hand away. "Can I go out or not?" 

"Whatever." Night said, waving a hand, making a random portal appear in a wall. "You got three hours to go out and do whatever you want. Then I'm sending Killer after you to bring you back."

M/n stood from the couch and scoffed, walking to the open portal. "Why don't you just come get me yourself, lazy ass?" 

"Keep it up and I'll crush your SOUL and use it to flavor my fucking coffee." 

M/n laughed and stuck his middle finger at the goopy skeleton as he walked through the portal. He breathed the cold, snowy air in through his nose and sighed, watching as his breath clouded up in front of him. 

He was suddenly very glad that Cross had left his jacket with him. M/n hummed to himself, zipping the big coat up and flipping up his hood. It smelt like pine and berries. An odd combination.  But it comforted him. 

M/n recognized the area he was in. It was Snowdin. A feeling of hope rose in his chest and he ran in the direction of the shops, wanting to see Papyrus and Sans and Frisk. The thought of seeing those three made him realize how much he'd missed them. 

But when he reached the town, it was dark and empty. The trees were rotten, the shops were dark. Even the Christmas tree in the center of town wasn't lit. 

"Oh." M/n's hope of seeing them faded. 

His run slowed to a walk, then to a stop. Snowdin didn't seem like Snowdin. Aside from the snow, of course. Things were dark and dreary, shops and houses that were usually lively, all dim and quiet.  It was so quiet that M/n could hear every single step he took, every little crunch of the snow, every breath he took. 

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, shivers running down his spine. It felt like he was being watched. He anxiously looked around, eyes darting every which way. 

*Your SOUL hammers inside your chest as you walk further into the dark of Snowdin. 

*The feeling of being watched fills you with ANXIETY. 

M/n exhales shakily as Sans and Papyrus' home finally comes into view. He frowns deeply at the state of it. The windows are broken, the foundation of the house was rotting much like the trees. The mailbox was gone. The front door was nailed and boarded shut. 

"What happened here...?" M/n mumbled, standing in front of the home. 

The h/c boy stares at the home, which used to be so bright and welcoming. Now it was just screaming "go away, it's not safe."

M/n began walking further into town, not very hopeful that Waterfall would be much different. His gaze lingered on Sans and Papyrus' house until he could no longer see it.