UT MV Short Stories (Oneshots??)

Corn Field

"Go on. Run, then. I'll find you soon, friend~"

A sickening laugh echoed throughout the throne room. The broken skeleton was quick to grab his only weapon and teleport away from the negative AU as quickly as possible, fear overtaking his better judgment. He didn't know where he was, but he knew it was dark. He knew there was something tall and tough scratching against his entire frame as he ran. Whatever it was, it hurt. He definitely had a few scratches on his arms and face by now. He knew he should stop running as to not dust from overexertion, but he couldn't risk that. Not for a second. Not after...

Dark tendrils seeming to just barely move, wiping out half of the team. Dust was quick to coat the floor and the sound of breaking souls followed soon after. Two friends shared a look, knowing this was likely the last time they'd ever see each other again. More charged forward, only adding to the kill count of The King. "I thought you knew better than this, Horror, Killer. Did you really think these measly Fellverse skeletons could stop me? Oh, how pitiful... Well, it feeds me at least!"

Abruptly, something snagged at the running skeleton's foot, making him fall face-first into the dirt. The metallic sound of the broken skeleton's weapon falling somewhere in front of him was like nails on a chalkboard. He needed his axe back, right now!

As he helplessly scrambled around, patting the dirt - oh, he's outside - he heard a sound. Not his heavy breathing, not the rustling of whatever is around him. No, it was the sound of someone's voice. Shit, had he already been found?! A few more quick pats across the ground and his hand came into contact with the blade of his axe. It cut his hand just ever so slightly, but that didn't matter.

"Hello?" Someone called out, their voice thick was some sort of accent. Country, possibly? Regardless, he didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't breathe. "I know you're out there, bud, I heard ya runnin' around!" The stranger called, a beam of light flashing overhead. He had a flashlight, of course. He should move before he gets caught. Who knows what he'd do to him.

Eventually, the sound of the plants around him being moved alerted the broken skeleton that whoever is out there is looking for him. Still, though, he didn't move. He just sat there in fear, clenching his axe close. Soon, the light was painfully close, a figure behind it just ever so slightly visible.

And then the tall plant was finally moved aside, the beam shone directly in his eyes, followed by a small gasp. The broken skeleton still didn't move, though. He stared at the stranger intensely despite the fact he could see nothing but their shadowy outline.

"Hello?" The stranger spoke quietly, slowly kneeling down. "Hey, you're hurt, I should get you inside..." He attempted to persuade. However, the broken skeleton only tensed up and gripped his axe tightly. The other flinched and sighed. "Hey, you can put the axe down, 'kay bud..?" It sounded more like a question, so the broken skeleton shook his head violently. The other just sighed. So, without much else to do, he laid the flashlight face up, illuminating the face of the stranger.

To the broken skeleton's surprise, it was another Sans. He wore a straw sunhat with two little strings that dangled from it, securing its place around his skull. A piece of wheat stuck out of his mouth like a cliché farmer, and he wore a red shirt with overalls. He seemed a lot more... Soft, too. Something about his face just made him calm down ever so slightly.

But he knew better than to relax around strangers and quickly swung his axe at the farmer Sans. With a yelp, he just barely missed being hit, the ends of the wheat being cut off. "Dang." The stranger muttered, spitting out the rest of the plant. "Don't... D-Don't come near me!!" The broken skeleton cried out, readying his axe again.

Quickly, the stranger backed up and put his hands beside his head. He didn't want to risk scaring the broken skeleton off. "I won't! I'll stay right here." He muttered, getting comfortable on the dirt a few feet from the other. After a moment of tense silence, the farmer looking Sans spoke up, making sure to keep his voice low. It was no doubt if he spoke too loudly he'd scare the other off, or he'd lose his head. "Do you have a name?" That should have been easy to answer, but the broken skeleton found himself struggling to answer.

On one hand, he could answer with his in!code name or he could respond with the name that he gave him. If he gave him his given name, that'd be easier, but then he'd have to carry the burden of what that name means and who gave it to him. But if he gave him his in!code name that'd just be confusing and a problem for everyone. But, if he gave him the in!code name, maybe they could both make up nicknames for each other. Maybe...

"Sans." The broken skeleton muttered, hoping his plan would work. The farmer Sans seemed shocked before huffing lightly. "Weird, that's my name, too." After a moment of thinking, he eventually sighed and shrugged. "I guess we gotta have nicknames or somethin', huh?" Success! The broken skeleton thought, trying his best not to show his relief and excitement. "I'm not too good at that stuff, though, you got any ideas, bud?" The farmer Sans asked, resting his chin in his hand.

The broken skeleton quickly shook his head, not wanting to bother with that. "Alright, then." The other sighed and went quiet, the sound of crickets and cicadas finally becoming apparent now that the atmosphere wasn't as tense. The broken skeleton took this time to look around him. The flashlight was rather small, but it still managed to light up a good bit of the surroundings.

He was in a cornfield. It seemed like some of it wasn't fully grown yet, but most of the tall plants had already grown a fair amount of it. Maybe this guy really was a farmer. Slowly, he looked in the direction he ran through. Unfortunately, it was was ruined, some of the tall plants having fell over. He wanted to feel bad, but he was still too nervous to care about anything else. Slowly, he looked up and his breath caught in his throat. It was the sky. The sky filled with stars and the moon just barely out of sight. He was never allowed to see other worlds on the surface and the sky in his world was just endless gray clouds. To finally see it so clearly? It was... Breathtaking.

As the broken skeleton marveled at the sky, the farmer Sans snapped his fingers. "I got it!" He announced, catching the broken skeleton's attention. "I'll call you Axe, since that's what you're holding, and you can call me Wheat, since that's what I grow the most of." The farmer S- Wheat. Wheat said with a grin.

Eventually, the other muttered it to himself. "Wheat and Axe..." Eventually, Axe nodded, the last of his tension melting from his small frame. "Okay." He whispered, much to Wheat's delight. "Good, now let's get you inside. You're covered in scratches and we don't want them to get infected, right?" Wheat prompted as he stood up, offering a hand Axe.

Hesitantly, Axe took the other's hand and shakily stood up keeping his eyes on the ground. "... Right."

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Notes:
Boom, that's today's RottenCrops chapter!! I plan on making a second part, but so far whenever I say I'm gunna make a second part, I don't. Because I'm a lazy shit smh
But I think I actually mean it this time because I am SO WEAK for these two. Like, they're so soft that they have genuinely brought me to tears before aifhdhf
But yeah that's it for today uwu