UT MV Short Stories (Oneshots??)

Smoke Break

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TW: Smoking, drugs (weed, specifically, but not enough to get high ig?) and sad/angry + smoking Blueberry headcanon! If you don't like any of these, you're more than free to skip this chapter.

"Hey Blueberry, can you help me with this mission?"

"Heya, Blueberry! Help a pal out and get me my brushes, yeah?"

"Blue, bro, be the best person ever and get me some snacks, will ya, bro?"

"Blue, not like that! You have to move quickly and quietly!"

"Blue, these are the wrong brushes!"

"Blue, really? Healthy stuff?"

"Blue!"

"Blue!"

"Blue!!!"

A short click and a small flame flicked to life above the small metal container. The light danced across the skeleton's face as he held the cigarette to the fire, waiting for it to light before moving it away and putting the lid on the lighter. The small skeleton let out a long sigh before putting the lit cigarette to his mouth and breathing the smoke in. The memory of his first smoke faintly played in the back of his mind. He had choked and thought he'd never put such a dastardly thing near his poor innocent mouth again. Sometimes he wished he was as innocent as people made him out to be.

Slowly, Blue breathed out and watched how the smoke swirled into strange shapes before slowly disappearing with the wind. It was oddly calming to watch. His legs dangled off the cliff as he stared into the deep, seemingly endless ravine below. He usually tossed the smokes in there when he felt better, watched as what little light there was left on it get swallowed up by the void under him. He's thrown rocks and accidentally dropped his boots in there a couple of times too. It's always weird having to make up a lie for how he lost his shoes of all things.

Blue could admit he doesn't like to smoke, nor does he do it too terribly often, but sometimes things become too stressful and he needs a break from everything. Like now. The usual cheery Star Sans sat on the edge of a random cliff in a quiet AU, legs dangling just above the deep and dark void below, puffing clouds and letting his mind calm down. Blue's eyes had dark circles under them, bright starry eyelights dull and nearly numb. He didn't have to keep up his usual act here, after all.

His brother, Stretch as most called him, wasn't very good at keeping up with his things. Blue had stolen his newly bought pack of smokes and, because he was so innocent, he was never suspected of the disappearance. There were only about 20 of the little things in the pack, so he'd been trying to be very sparing with them. Unfortunately, though, the poor skeleton seems to have been slipping into the habit of using them when he's even the slightest bit uncomfortable. Blue just hopes that taking another pack will be just as easy as before.

Blue was too caught up in his thoughts to even notice the soft footsteps approaching behind him. Only when a voice had come from his side had Blue realized he wasn't alone anymore. "What's lil' ol' goodie two shoes Blueberry doing out here, hm? Having a smoke to himself?" A sly voice remarked, making Blue's marrow running cold. He could see the pulsating soul in the corner of his vision. Why was he here? How did he find him? Was he going to die? Who will find his dust? Is he-

"You have a flame summoner, right? I forgot to bring mine." Killer asked casually like he and Blue weren't enemies that have nearly killed each other multiple times. Blue slowly turned to meet the emotionless skeleton's empty sockets, the viscous liquid slowly dripping down his cheeks. His target of a soul hovered a couple of inches off his ribcage, swirling and flicking into a wobbly shape every once in a while. He tried not to stare, he really did, but it was strangely captivating. Blue was almost tempted to touch it.