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The Spicy Type of Honey

Stretch paced in front of the strange machine that was stowed down in a corner of his basement. A few months ago Stretch had taken up this new nickname, rather than his actual name, when a short heavily scarred skeleton had fallen into him and his brothers lives. With the appearance of his brothers alternate, who has since been dubbed Red, the theory that he had once studied during his short time at the labs was proven to be not only feasible but actually completely true and here was the proof. Between the two of them Red and Stretch were able to get the dusty old machine up and running after a few months of Red being stuck in their universe. In all honesty Stretch hadn't wanted Red to even go back but the other small skeleton had begged and pleaded with him talking about how much he missed his brother. But with the stories that Red had told him about his home universe and knowing that Red had only a single hp he was not happy but knew if he was separated from his own brother he would tear apart the universes just to get back. With a growl Stretch punches the wall next to the machine in his frustration over the days events. It had just been yesterday they finally got this stupid machine up and running! Red had immediately went back to his own universe only to return within half a day crying his sockets out. Apparently that edgy motherfucker over there that was his own alternate had beat Red and told him to take his sorry ass back to where he had been the last few months. Stretch couldn't believe it when when he had seen Reds tear streaked face, the small skeleton had then just sat in Blue's room. The universes two native brothers left him because they knew he would need time to try and come to term with what happened much like when he had first appeared in their universe. However this was much worse than before as when Blue had gone to check on him and offer him some late night tacos he had found Red laying in a pool of his own marrow as the other had decided he was better off as dust. That's how Stretch came to find himself standing in front of this accursed machine trying to decide on his next move while his brother tended to the new addition to their family. After seeing Red there in a pool of marrow a sad smile on his face, Stretch knew that he was going to have to go and make sure that dirty brother beater would feel his sins crawling on his back.

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Stretch bent over dry heaving as he felt the dust filled wind passing between his teeth, how could any monster live like this, it was horrifying. After taking a few moments to try and get his breathing under control Stretch looked around to try and get his bearings so he could make his way to the skelebros house in this universe. It was in the same spot he learned from Red but already in this world everything was off just enough to make Stretches head hurt. Powering through it by thinking of how Red, who he viewed as his own brother now, and how he had lived in this hell hole and how he needed to be stronger for him. Quietly the lanky skeleton found a suitably dense area of the forest before taking a shortcut to the house so as to avoid any of these much more violent monsters. Stretch could certainly hold his own but he was a pacifist until it was time for a judgement and there was only one monster in this universe that was due for that honor. After going through the void and landing himself in the middle of what he would typically believe to be his room he was instead greeted by a stained mattress laying haphazardly on the floor that was littered with tears and rips throughout. Allowing his gaze to move about the room he sees clothes strewn across the floor that matched Red's.

'Ahh that's right he did say that where my room is that it is his in this universe...' Stretch thought as he picked up one of the many tshirts that were thrown about the room.

Grabbing a few extra sets of clothing for Red and placing them in his inventory for safe keeping he attempted to open the door to the room silently as to not alert anyone who may have been in the home. However like most things this didn't go in Stretch's favor as the door let out a sickening screech due to the hinges having been put through this Papyruses abuse for so many years. At the creaking of the door a jagged bone construct is hurled through the doorway causing Stretch to actually have to teleport to actually  miss being skewered by the projectile.