Undertale AU Rarepair Oneshots (Requests Allowed)

Geno x Dust Comfort

Comfort feat. Sad Dust
Fallen_Pumpkin99 Here ya go UwU))

There was something off about Dust...

From the way he twitched and eyed Geno out of the corner of his socket, his hands pulling his hood over his face as much as he could. The other skeleton only watched him, unsure if Dust was stable enough for him to approach.

Instead, they kept themselves distanced. Geno did his best to ignore Dust, he really did but the off setting sight of him made Geno... uncomfortable. It was like déjà vu as he could've sworn he met Dust once before and he clearly remembered that the encounter didn't end well. Perhaps he was just being overly cautious... but it was in well means, for himself that is at least.

Besides, Geno's mind was on other things... like how the Sans known as Dust even got to the Save Screen. A glitch maybe, the way Dust acted, it seemed to be so. With the jittering and twitching at every slight noise, even the noise of his own breath, which put him at more tense unease.

It was painful.

Geno ignored him nonetheless, the last thing he needed was to be bothered by some wanna be Hollywood Slasher, a fitting job really albeit stupid. The thought made Geno chuckle quietly to himself, Dust flinching weakly at the noise.

The other's dual colored eyelight landing on the eternally injured skeleton, seeming looking for any source of threat to his own like. He patted his pockets again, sneering when he still didn't feel his knife. Quickly, his eyelights went back to Geno, boring into the skeleton slightly.

Slowly the other glanced back, a soft hum of confusion gently settling in his non-existent throat. The dust stained skeleton twitched and slowly, carefully, he stood up and walked towards the other. Geno backed away slightly causing the other to pause in place.

They stared at each other, Geno's only good eye meeting Dust's strained and tense expression, he seemed just as uncomfortable as Geno. The glitched, half-dead skeleton finally sighed in defeat before patting the ground next to him.

Slowly the other sat down, careful to avoid touching the other. Geno's expression softened as Dust sat criss-cross next to him, staring forward with an emotion that could only be described as upset and fearful... maybe even lonely.

Geno knew what it was like to be lonely...

Carefully the injured skeleton raised his hand and gently sat it down of the other's head, rubbing his skull gently through his hood. The murderer froze, his eyes widening before they furrowed, tears welling in the corner of his sockets.

Geno was easily taken aback, not expecting him to break down so easily.

The dust-stained skeleton let out a choked whimper, pulling his hood further to attempt to cover his face. The white clad skeleton frowned, pulling Dust towards him gently and carefully, the other did nothing to fight against it yet he still refused to cry.

Geno felt every rough twitch from Dust as his dust covered hands gripped Geno's hoodie, acting oh so careful as to not touch the red scarf the Geno guarded.

The white clad skeleton's hand rested back on the killer's head, rubbing gentle circles against his head with gentle and comforting strokes. Dust made no move to stop him, nearly leaning towards the affection, and Geno made no move to stop.

The wasn't a word spoken between them until Dust relaxed against Geno, half of his face nestled into his side shamelessly. "You're awfully chummy towards me..."

Geno laughed a bit at that, considering Dust's current position, "Well, you seemed like ya needed a pal, I don't see a problem with that, do you."

A pause.

"'Pose not... but normal people are to sure about me, ya know?" Dust muttered, leaning towards Geno slightly and nudging his face into his side.

Geno winced a bit as his wound was slightly brushed but ignored it for the most part, he opted to smile instead, a sweet gentle smile that confused Dust to no end.

"What ya smiling about?"

Geno shook his head softly, "Do I seem normal to you? I think I get where you're coming from."

Dust glanced to the large gapping wound across Geno's chest and chuckled quietly, "Guess so, you don't seem so bad though..."

The white clad skeleton smiled fondly and rubbed his thumb against Dust's hood, "Neither do you."

Dust smiled softly, bringing his sleeve up to wipe the tears that were still in his eyes, "You don't think so?"

"Not at all." Geno hummed, patting Dust's head gently, sweet and gentle. The murder only closed his eyes and smiled, relishing in the gentle touch as he twitched at each pat to the head.

"We can be freak buddies?" Dust offered.

Geno chuckled, "Freak buddies."