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Dusttale Sans x soulmate reader

The street had become dangerous the past month. a killer had been terrorizing the town. They came after the barrier that held the monster underground broke. there was no one in the underground when they sent people down. the only thing left were seven human corpses, some older than the next, and a bunch of dust. Finding out by some old books that monster bodies turns into dust when they died only made the discovery darker. something had killed them all, a monster or beast that thirsted for blood, getting more and more souls and power with each kill.

They would possible say that the happening at mount Ebbot was different from the murders, but how they found the freshest human body in the underground made them think twice of how similar they was killed. No one would dare stay out for long, staying inside nearly the whole day, because he never ended anyone's house. maybe he liked the thrill to hunt people down instead of just entering their houses? shaking the thoughts out of your head as you put the news paper away and left the little cafe you had been relaxing in. trying to wait for the busiest time of day before venturing home. looking around the dull world around you.

Everyone was born without the ability to see color. It was a strange magic thin connected to people's magic and soulmate. the only way to see color was looking your soulmate into their eyes, the eyes are the window to the soul after all, and you would be capable to see colors. and for some reason be capable to name them even if all your life you were only capable to see in black and white. The thoughts that your soulmate might have been killed by the murderer and you never found love our color was one of the scariest thought you had. trying to keep your head calm while walking fast in the crowd, dying to get home.

you had been walking for a while but you had gotten to the part you always dreaded. taking the train over toward the part of the city you lived in meant walking alone nearly alone down some stretches of road. there wasn't any buses to take, and for some reason the taxis around here usually scam you out of quite a lot of money. seeing that money was tight made you walk instead. It was either getting killed by a murder on you way home, or get evicted from your home and then die hungry, cold and homeless on the street by a serial killer. the sun was on its way down casting a dark shadow over the nearly abandoned streets.

suddenly the street was empty. no soul in sign. you could feel yourself speeding. seeing the dark silhouette of someone in front of you made you stop up. there was something wrong about them that you just couldn't place. making your way over to the opposite side of the road before quickly walking past. there was footsteps. glancing over toward the person made you realize they were gone, just disappeared, but the footsteps behind you made you realize where they had gone to. speeding up even more and hearing the footsteps speeding up behind you whits made you just mad dash forward, trying to shake them up. 'could-could this be the serial killer everyone's talking about!' you thought as you kept going, 'no way. they would be stupid just chilling on a street, especially if their a monster'

running past a corner was a big mistake as you saw the person leaning on the wall, blocking your exist. only part of them that wasn't hiding in clothing and shadows was one of his hands that was trowing up and then catching a sharp knife. a skeletal hand. god no. seeing it as your only option made you run into the alleyway next to you. you could maybe lost him by running in and out of ally ways until you lost him or found and open place or people. you just had to hope. stopping to a halt in front of an dead end and turning seemed to cause your downfall. being pushed down to the ground. the last person who would see you alive, and the last person you would ever see singing on top of you, a sharpened bone raised high above their head. looking into the shining purple and red eyes staring into your soul ... wait, purple and red?

your attacker seemed as shocked at you as the two of you stared bewildered into each other eyes. frozen and unaware of the surrounding that had taken color around them. only noticing the color that the other had taken. Getting some sense into you again, you pushed him of while he was still shocked and made a run for it again. running through the new world with tears in your eyes and begging that the mad man that nearly killed you, and had killed so many people was your soulmate. collapsing on your now heavily locked door while going through what just happen.

waking up more than uncomfortable the next day made you realize that you had fallen asleep on the floor next to the door, on top of one off your shoes. that did explain the extra uncomfortable. huh, you never knew your two socks was miss colored, and how colorful your house was. frowning when you realize last night wasn't a bad dream, and your soulmate rally was... no, you had to stay positive. going through your morning routine thanking whoever god that was in charge that it was a weekend and you didn't have work. opening the door to get the mail made you stop. looking at your porch made you notice a bouquet was placed. flowers in all different color that could probably be found. taking the little card made you read a handwriting pretty similar to the comic sans font: To my soulmate. maybe you could give this guy a tiny chance. even though it was creepy he knew where you lived...