Sansmate, Vol 1: Ain't nothing like the Wicked

Heat and Sweet; Tasty Love

HorrorSwap Sans x FemReader

(Para flicks a blanket over themselves, wrinkling a nose at the screen. PJ slurps at a drink through a straw, looking at the created side-eye-light-ed.
"....Okay, what's going on now?" Para gestures at the screen.
"Remember how I said my Creator likes the SwapPaps~? All SwapPaps~?" They toss a handful of popcorn at the screen.
"This is coming too close to a Brotherly Share-Love~! But she won't back away and chaaaaange iiiiiiit~!" The created ends with a bit of a whine, their skin and hair turning an interesting shade of aqua. Ink taps on his phone.
"....well, i managed to convince their ink not to interfere, since you said to....but he is gonna be watching it unfold." Ink glances down at Para with a contemplative look.
"he also mentioned something about 'evening the scale'?" Para leapt onto the couch, slapping a finger to Ink's teeth.
"Ssssshhhhhhhhh~........be vewwy vewwy quiet~.......you'll wake the waskelly one~.....and the show is starting~!" Para spun to plop down, and PJ swiped the remote.
"Since Para doesn't seem to want to, a long chapter lies ahead, with warnings for threesome, slight pain and food play...." PJ says, reading off of a little list. Ink snorts and turns to point a warning finger at the wall behind them.
"remember, food play is unhygienic and should only be done under strictly controlled environments! keep sugars, dairy, and porous things away from holes that aren't your mouth!" PJ makes a strangled sound.
"Geez, dad....seriously?" Para giggles, and pokes the play button between two of PJ's finger bones.....)

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You were in a bit of trouble. Laying on your back, you feel the weight of the net tangling your limbs and trapping you at the bottom of a pit. At least this one didn't have spikes at the bottom, but you couldn't escape. Your trusty knife was in your boot, but your hands were tangled above your head.

Sighing, you start wondering when your life was going to flash before your eyes. Hopefully it would be sooner rather than later, your life had been pretty normal. Almost boring, even. At least, until you had fallen off the bridge.

Why had you taken that dare, anyway?

There's an urban legend about this mountain. Monsters live within, hidden from the world of Humans. They have a hunger for Human flesh, and the only thing keeping us safe is a strange barrier that cannot be crossed.

Unless one Falls.

Over a large, bottomless crater is a rope and wood bridge that has weathered the ages. If you make it from one side to the other without falling, your luck and fortunes will increase. All you have to do...

Is not Fall.

Bleh. Stupid urban legends. Every small town had them, but who knew that it could be real? And stupid college kids and their hazing/acceptance tasks. And....and....

Stupid you for taking the dare in the first place. You sigh, wiggling a bit to try and keep your limbs from falling asleep. Stupid what's-his-face for jumping on the bridge, too. Dumbass frat pledge. Of course, he didn't lose his balance and fail to grab the rope side. So, stupid you for being clumsy enough to actually fall.

Sighing again, you start to debate actually calling out when you hear voices approach.

"- - - !"

"_ ..._....-?"

" - - - ....! - -EARD IT FROM OVER HERE!"

"easy, bro...should be plenty for both of us."