Kustard One-Shots [Requests Are Open!]

"I'm going to kill you if you die!" [Wild]

"Red what the fuck, I thought I was on good terms with your co-workerssssssss" Sans groaned, sitting on the hard floor of the cell.

Red, who had practically begged Nightmare for the position to watch Sans, his boyfriend, sat on the chair upside down. His skull barely dangling off the ground, and his legs dangling off the head of the chair from the knees down. His arms just slumped to the side of his head, resting on the floor as Red boredly had his tongue stuck out making annoying noises.

"I know, listen you ain't gonna get hurt 'er anythin'. Just need something so that the Star Sanses or whatever will come here, so that we have the advantage, us bein' used to the pitch dark and shit. K?" Red questioningly looked at Sans, to see if he understood, upside-down.

Sans let out a small snort at how Red looked right now, his big fluffy hood was also on his head, and the gravity making the fluff sorta weep down, made him look like he had a wacky hair-do.

"Red, seriously? I can't sleep on these floors, and why did I get put in a cell? Why couldn't of I stayed in your room. Not like the Star Sanses are going to know where I'm kept, so what's the use of me staying here"

"Hey, ya gotta upper-class cell. 'least ya didn't get one with dust or some dead humans bones in it or something. And I'm sure nobody wants to be kept up by moaning if ya stayed in my room for the night~"

Sans' face flushed.

"you bastard... You have such a dirty mind.... Oh, and like knowing that information about other cells sure helps a ton" Sans says sarcastically. "how/why the fuck can you make dirty jokes like that in this situation?" Sans shifted, not able to get into a comfortable position. He sluggishly just moved his eye lights to follow a spider that had been freely crawling around on the floor;

a bone surrounded in a red aura crashed down on it. No more spider. "Seriously Red?"

"was poisonous. Didn't want ya ta get bit" Red closed his eyes, bored and tries dozing off to sleep.

"Actually, it wasn't poisonous, it was similar to the type of spider you mistook it for. See, if you look really closely you can see tha-"

Sans was cut off by his boyfriend's rough, deep voice. He sounded like he couldn't care less.

"yea, yea, no point in telling me about it. 's dead now anyway" Red let out a yawn.

The sound of shifting could be heard. He waited for an answer; nothing. He opened one eye socket, to see Sans sitting in one of the corners,,, that one being the farthest from Red, and he had his back to him. Red crawled out of his upside-down position, onto the floor, and then got up to sit in the chair properly. He was slightly dizzy from being upside-down for so long. "Sans?" Red had concern in his usual deep, rough voice, causing it to be softer. "Sans, you alright?" no answer. "Why ya ignoring me?"

suddenly a hint of amusement etched it's way into his voice. "ya mad I killed the spider~?" Red smirked.

"i-it's not the damned spider, Red" his voice had a small quiver to it. The sorta voice you get, when your on the verge of tears, but your holding them back, because your afraid what the result of them would be. He sounded choked up, and despaired.

"Sans? Babe? What's wrong?"

"What the fuck do you think is wrong?" a snarl came from the balled up skeleton in the corner. "Im in a cell, my boyfriend doesn't even seem the slightest bit concerned, or worried, and I'm uncomfortable. I ask to get out, and he doesn't even seem to want me out. He just makes a damned inappropriate joke. Doesn't take interest in anything I have to say, either. Do you even love me, Red? Or were you just assigned to act like you loved me? So that you guys could do this, and lure your enemies here? Were you just fucking using me?!?" Sans had only one tear peeking out of his eye as his gaze bore into Red, that he had previously turned around to face. Sans quickly wiped the tear away, and stared at Red, who looked dumb-founded. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "Well? I'm waiting." (Im becoming the new Fliss, help)  another seemingly forever lasting moment of silence.