You should feel awful! Poor Slim has really been put through hell with this game. (Okay, I can’t place all the blame on you, anon. I did a very bad thing here. A very bad thing.)
Razz thrummed his fingers against the coffee table impatiently, watching his brother. “Well, mutt? What’s it going to be?”
Slim’s hands were clasped in front of him to stop them from shaking, and his head was ducked. “i-i…”
“Spit it out,” Razz snapped, his fingers stilling and curling into fists.
Slim shook his head, his sockets squeezed shut. “s-sans–lieutenant–i don’t…”
“Dog,” Razz snarled.
“Razz,” Blue said, his voice quiet but firm. “Stop it. You’re clearly upsetting him.”
“Blue is right, Razzberry,” Papyrus chipped in, placing a hand delicately on Razz’s arm. “It’s only a game. And I don’t think Small-me wants to play anymore.”
Razz barely spared Blue or Papyrus a glance. Shaking off Papyrus’ touch, he stood, gripping Slim by the jaw and yanking him down so that they were at eye-level. “Answer me.” His voice had dropped to a whisper, but it still stung like venom.
“f-fuck blue. marry… p-papyrus.” Slim’s breath stuttered. “kill you.”
Visible relief spread across Razz’s face, and he leaned back, nodding. “Good boy.”
Slim buried his face in his hands, and began to sob.
T_T
From this F/M/K ask meme. This is the last one I have in my inbox! What a fitting way to end this 🙂
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