The Servant (Human!Honeymustard Fanfic)

Part 5: Awkwardness...

Red stood in front of the trio in all his short glory.

"R-Red..." Flowey stuttered, his green eyes large and scared as if he has just got caught stealing.

The brother of the King sighed, "Flowey its okay."

The princes watched as Flowey continued to shake as if he was expecting to get beaten, Red just sighed and glanced back at the two brothers. The hallway was silent now expect for the young boy's quick uneven breaths.

As if just processing what Red had said, Stretch spoke up, "Why didn't you put up a fight?"

The brown haired male shrugged, "He is my brother, if he likes it or not, and I still love him, I'm not going to fight him."

He nodded in understanding, "But still, thats not right."

Red shrugged once again, looking like he could care less about the subject, "It's not up to me, he is the King he can do whatever he wishes."

They fell into silence once again. Stretch studied Red as if looking for the true meaning of all of this. Red caught the taller male looking at him and their eyes meet. Crimson eyes to orange eyes. Orange to Crimson.

Blueberry suddenly coughed, feeling awkward as the two watched eachother, "Um if you two are done undressing eachother with your eyes, I wouldn't mind heading back to our room."

Flowey giggled as the two looked away from eachother, both blushing a bright pink. Stretch nodded trying to look anywhere else but the short male. Red just fiddled with the end of his shirt, looking down at the tiled floor.

"Well I suppose I will leave you now..." Red muttered, before anyone could say anything, he drifted back the way he came.

Flowey scratched his shaggy blond hair feeling uncomfortable, "Er well come on I'll finish showing you to your rooms."

They walked on in silence. The silence was neather awkward nor comfortable, it was more of a loud silence, as if it wished to be filled with noise once again. The quiet sound of their foot steps came to a stop as a new figure blocked their path.

A man with dark black hair that almost appeared to be purple, stood in front of them. He wore simple wire glasses and a cooking apron. The man, Chillby, was a very lonly fellow, his wife had been murdered by an unknown assassin years ago and his daughter was not aloud to live in the castle with him as the King thought she would just get in the way.

Flowey frowned at the tired man, "Chillby do you need something?"

At first he didn't reply, just simply studied the group before nodding, "I was told to ask what the princes would like for dinner, and as they were not yet in their rooms..." He drifted off.

The young boy nodded, "They got lost, I was just showing them back."

The elder gave a small nod back and glanced over to the brothers, "What would you like to eat your Majestys?"

"Anything would be fine, thank you." Stretch replyed, smiling at the dark haired male.

Chillby frowned, seeming troubled, yet just gave a short bow and quickly left. Flowey sighed and continued walking, "Sorry about him, he doesn't talk much."

Both brothers nodded in understanding as they once again started to follow the young boy. Finally they had no more interruptions and reached the two prince's room.

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Ya its short but I wanted to get this out there cause I know I said I would try to update over the weekend but the weekend was super busyyyyy
So ya
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