Kustard One-Shots [Requests Are Open!]

You have to let them go eventually. [Wild]

The sound of silence was so loud it might be enough to make anyone go deaf, nothing could be heard until there was the sound of a gentle tink on the roof of the car- then another. And another. And another- the sound of rain was there to take up the vast silence. The pitter patter of raindrops on the road and the car was soon accompanied by a single sniffle, followed by another- and another. The gold toothed skeleton who were driving's small red slit shaped eye lights glanced up at the rear view mirror, which was tilted to the back seat, where there was the source of the sniffling. There was a smaller skeleton, grasping onto a fluffy white dog, his face barely peeking out of it's fur. The skeletons white eye-sockets were staring down into the whiteness, and plump blue tears could be seen peeking at the edge of his eye sockets, soon to follow the trail of blue that went down his cheek-bones. The edgier appearing skeleton looked in sympathy, as he were obviously very sad aswell, before quickly turning his gaze back onto the road. The car came to a stop at a red light, and the soft ticking of the cars blinker could be heard. The sharper skeleton let out a gruff cough, and looked back up at the mirror. "so-" just as he had started to speak, he was cut off.
"Red, do we have to?" the small skeletons sentence came out as a croak. The car soon started moving again, turning left. The larger skeletons eye-lights were back on the road. "M-maybe we c-can just put it off for next w-week? M-maybe he'll be better by then" the smallers voice was jittery, and shaken. He sounded like he was trying to convince himself as he seemed to be begging the other. There was a large sigh before he responded in a gentle, sympathetic voice.
"I wish sweetheart, but we can't put it off forever, he's suffering, he's gonna die naturally if we don't put him down first, it's the humane thing to do- it's got to happen, I'm sorry" the larger was frowning, and it was a wonder how he didn't start crying aswell. His eye sockets were watery, but the tears didn't dare step foot out. This unasurance just strengthened the sound of sniffles as the smaller started crying less quietly, his face dug into the dogs fur even farther. The rest of the drive was silent except for small sobs, until Sans finally grabbed for a tissue. The car was soon parked in the lot for the Humane Society. The skeletons unbuckled there seat belts and got out of the car, walking inside grimly. Sans was more dull, and staring blankly at his feet as he followed Red inside and took a seat on a small waiting bench inside, as Red talked with the ladies at the front desk. The moments that he were doing so were unbearable for Sans, as he started tearing up again and was lightly petting behind the dog's ear. The small Pomeranian gently but his head up against the hand in affection, licking it. This put a larger frown on Sans's face. Sans heard the ladies talking to Red, asking about the dogs name, age, gender, if he's chipped, ect. ect, to which the replies were: 'Marshmallow', '14', 'male', and 'can you check'. One of the ladies came out from behind the desk with a scanner, which Sans assumed was to check if Marshmallow had been chipped. As the lady approached, Sans aggressively held the dog away, before he calmed down and allowed her to check. As she did so she pet the dog on the head and commented; "Your doing a good job sweetie pie" to the dog. She gave Sans a sympathetic, small smile as she walked away, as he buried his face deeper into the dogs fur. The gruff sound of a huff was heard and Sans glanced over to see Red sitting next to him. There was a small line of people with there own pets, all who glanced at the couple knew what were to come from the tears, and avoided eye contact with them. The feeling of a  claw like phalange on Sans's shoulder was enough to make the small skeleton turn and bury his face in the others nice, red and black plaid shirt, who didnt complain but embraced the other and pat his back, silently allowing him to sob as he waited for the lady to be done with the paperwork. The small, frail dog was receiving small scratches on his haunches from the larger skeleton. The fragile dog was confused, and didn't like seeing it's beloved masters so upset, so the dog had become trying to give them weak affection. The two sat there for a while, until the awaited lady came as expected. Her voice was sweet and understanding.
"Would you two like some privacy in the other room over there? You can have as much time as you need to say your goodbyes, you may fetch us when needed" the lady pointed into a small room next to the bench, and Sans handed the dog to Red and walked over to grab a tissue that was in the room real quick, and he wiped his face before he let out shaky breaths walking back over, and nodded his head, grabbing his beloved dog again and walking into the small room,, Red thanked the lady before he closed the door in after Sans. Sans sounded like he were hyperventilating, as he started sobbing into the dog as he was desperately attempting to pet the pooch everywhere at once. Red sat down next to him again, and just pat his back. With shaky breaths, Sans slowly rose his face out of the fur. He were still crying, and his breath was shaky as he started muttering to the dog, still petting him. "Your a good dog,,, y-yo-your a good boy, your such a-a handsome boy, good d-dog, daddy loves you Marshmallow," Sans sucked in a harsh shaky breath. "daddy loves y-you so m-much, a-and he wishes you weren't going through this, " Sans was desperately sobbing and gasping for air, his soul felt like it was shattering into a million pieces, as if it were as heavy as a weight, and that it was just there, and cold. Red was delicately stroking the dog gently, and he himself shed a tear. "It's okay Sans, these things happen.... He lived a good life. I love you Marshmallow, your a good dog"  Red was getting in on the praise, but he wasn't as good and as emotional as Sans. He was hiding it, as he were used to as such. There was a long pause of silence as the two just sat on the red leather couch, petting there dog for the very last time, and seeing there dog for the last time. Sans shakily took his phone out and took pictures, released another choked sob, and put his hand up to cover his mouth. With watery eyes and a frail voice, he croaked; "You can get them." his voice was barely more then a whisper, and Red nodded. Red had stiffly got up and exited the room, looking for the vets to do the awful deed. Sans sat in the room, holding the old Pomeranian as tightly as possible without hurting him, still scratching him. His head immediately snapped over and he saw Red return with one of the ladies, and Sanses eyes were blurry from tears, but he stood up and gave the dog one last hug and kiss, before he handed it over to her. She exited the room as Sans whined out a "bye Marshmallow", and Red also said "bye Marshmallow" and waved to the dog just as the door was shut. Silence filled the room after that click from the shut door, and Sans turned around and buried his face into the other, and cried very hard, allot louder then he previously was, hics and sobs, chokes and breaths were emited as they both stood in the room for the longest moment. Red allowed his lover to do so, until he choked out another sob and stopped. He de-attached himself from the other and wiped his face, before walking out of the building, and going into the car, waiting for Red to pay the bill and to come back. Sans's usually bright, pretty eye-lights were dull, and let off a murky glow. He were staring at nothing, and barely noticed Red come back inside. The sound of the keys being put into the car and the engine start was all, and off they went, the terrible car-ride home, just as silent as the trip there. Sans felt empty, and lifeless as they had returned home. Sans walked inside, up the stairs to the porch, and downstairs, to his lounge. He just sat there in his own silent grief. Red was in the kitchen, fiddling with pots and pans, trying to find the right ingredients and utensils to make Sans's favorite fudge recipe, to try and make one of the worst days of both of there live's a bit better maybe, as he saw there small white kitten Figaro who they got some months ago, and Sans had insisted to name after the cat in "Pinocchio", curiously sniffing the cook book. Red shooed him away, as he continued on. Red knew it would be a matter of time before there Marshmallow had to be put down, you have to let them go eventually, it's just.... Hard. It's like losing a family member; someone that's in your life and you love, and don't think about death until something happens or a time comes up.....

Okay, I actually based this off of an event that happened to myself yesterday. A cat that i had grown up with all my life had to be put down yesterday, it was really hard for me and I wanted to do something on this book because something hasn't been published on it for a long while, so here I whipped this piece of garbage up in a matter of 1-2 hours

RIP Crystal 2019

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