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Ramblings ahead. Feel free to skip over them and go straight to the fic. Just needed to express some feelings about this one before getting into it.
So, I just wanted to say, that I tried very hard not to turn this into a
Yandere fic, but with this prompt, it was pretty difficult not to. This
one isn’t my usual style, and I honestly don’t think I’ll write Blue’s
character like this again. He came off as a bit of a brat, and I don’t really like that sort of characterisation of him. I may just not have written him very well, but I’ll let you guys be the judge of that! Overall though, I’m not entirely sure how I did with this—I honestly spent
the longest on this one because I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to approach
it. I went with the Yandere style in the end, but I’m not sure if I really did
it justice! D:
Anyway, I
hope you still enjoy! Yandere stuff isn’t really my thing, but I know some people like it, and I can appreciate that!
(I would also just like to note
that I’m not trying to romanticise this kind of relationship at all. The kind
of possessiveness I’m portraying here is very unhealthy. So yeah, warnings for
possessive behaviour, emotional manipulation, and coerced social isolation. Also, there is a very brief, non-graphic description of violence, but it’s nothing too heavy. It’s in the last italicised paragraph if anyone wants to skip it!)
Blue turned the knife over in his hand, the silver blade concealed
behind his back as he smiled sweetly, examining Edge, who was kneeling before
him. ‘So, have you come to a decision?’
Edge nodded, his head remaining bowed. ‘I have.’
‘And?’ Blue stepped forward, delicately hooking two fingers
beneath Edge’s chin and tilting his face upward. ‘Will you be joining me? Or
are you my enemy?’
Edge was silent, the seconds ticking by as Blue awaited his
answer. Eventually, he looked up, holding Blue’s gaze steadily. ‘I will not be
joining you, Captain.’
Blue remained motionless for a moment, watching Edge as he searched
for any sign of uncertainty, despite knowing he wouldn’t find any. Finally, he
nodded, drawing away. ‘I see,’ he said, humming his acknowledgement and pushing
down the flicker of rage within him. ‘So you are my enemy then. Such a pity.’
Edge’s eyes went wide as Blue revealed the knife, not hesitating as he sliced
it across Edge’s throat. He leaned in as Edge collapsed, a sick smile twisting
across his face. ‘Because if I can’t have you, no one can.’
“Blue, you bastard!” Edge cried,
shoving Blue off the sofa as the cutscene ended and his screen displayed the
game over text. “You promised you wouldn’t kill me if I changed teams!”
Blue giggled, scrambling back
onto the sofa as Edge glared at him. “Well, you promised you wouldn’t betray
me! Fair is fair, Edge!” The taller skeleton mumbled something unsavoury under
his breath, and Blue frowned. “Hey! There will be no cursing in my living room.
Even for losers!” He grinned as Edge pinned him with a cold stare, before
rolling his eyes and rising from the sofa.
“Fine,” he said, looking
resolute. “I suppose we’d better go to your bedroom, then. I’m allowed to curse
there, right?” Blue felt his cheekbones heating, and he glared as Edge smirked
at him.
Still, he wasn’t about to let his
victory be tainted by Edge’s callous flirting, and he puffed himself up,
standing and meeting Edge’s gaze. “Very well! I’m certain we can find another
game to play.” Blue only realised the implications of his words after they’d
left his mouth, and if the crimson blush that spread across Edge’s face was any
indication, he’d heard it too. While Blue was a little embarrassed by his slip,
he always enjoyed seeing Edge blush. He quickly cleared his throat, shaking his
head with a laugh. “Well, what I meant was—we could play chess. Or…”
“Oh—there’s no need to worry
yourself, Blue,” Edge said, quickly, smiling despite the magic that still
coloured his cheekbones. “I’m meeting Razz to discuss some…” he grimaced,
“business matters, so I should probably get going.”
Blue tried not to let the dejection
show on his face. A sick twist of jealousy formed in his soul, and he
swallowed, trying his best to force a smile. “Oh. Of course.” Even to himself,
his words sounded stiff. He shook his head, laughing in a way that didn’t sound
anywhere near light-hearted. “I mean—you did only just get here, but that’s
fine.” Blue glanced away from Edge, gritting his teeth slightly against the
anger boiling within him. Blue hated it when Edge went back to his awful
world—and visiting someone as abhorrent as Razz was almost twice as bad. An
even darker part of Blue feared that Edge preferred the company of that awful
copy of him, but he did his best to push the thought down, reassuring himself
that Edge had better taste than that.
He caught sight of the flicker of
guilt on Edge’s face, and the beginnings of uncertainty crossing his features.
“I’m sorry, Blue. I…” He looked uncomfortable, scratching his shoulder as he
glanced at the door.
Blue could tell he was starting
to question himself, and he smiled sweetly, shaking his head. “It’s no bother,
Edge! You are my best friend, but
that doesn’t mean we can’t spend time apart. Go, if it’s what you really want.”
Blue held Edge’s gaze, observing the exact moment that his resolve seemed to
cave.
He sighed, shaking his head and
smiling at Blue. “No, it’s alright. I did only just get here—I can just
reschedule. I’ll stay.”
Blue’s soul fluttered in his
chest, and he grinned, feeling triumphant. Before Edge could react, Blue was
throwing his arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. “Oh, Edge, thank you!
I promise to make our time together worthwhile.” He looked up at a slightly
startled Edge, giggling at the pale crimson blush on his cheeks. “Now,” he
said, taking Edge’s hand and guiding him towards the stairs, “how about we go
upstairs and play a game?” Blue knew full well that his words alone would be
enough to make Edge blush—and he took every opportunity to use it to his
advantage. He enjoyed seeing the normally rigid skeleton thrown slightly off
guard, especially if it meant Blue got to see him looking so flustered.
Edge gave a small laugh, Blue’s
soul leaping at the sound. Still blushing, Edge said, “Alright, Blue. Let’s see
if I feel like letting you win again.”
Blue shot Edge a glare over his
shoulder as he led him to his bedroom. “You and I both know I earned my
victory! It’s not my fault you were foolish enough to betray me!” Blue couldn’t
deny, a small part of him had been hurt by the fact that Edge had chosen not to
remain on his team—despite the fact that it was only a silly video game. If
Edge noticed the veiled hint of grudging in Blue’s tone however, he didn’t
comment, only giving another soft chuckle, and regarding Blue with something
akin to endearment. The look made Blue’s soul warm a little, and he smiled to
himself, feeling assured that Edge had simply turned against Blue for the sake
of the game.
As Blue scrambled through the
various puzzles in his desk drawer in search of his chessboard, Edge sat on his
bed, glancing around the room curiously. “Your room is in pristine condition,
Blue,” he commented. “It’s rather refreshing being in the presence of a Sans
who isn’t happy to live in his own squalor.”
Blue preened, a faint dusting of
cyan colouring his cheeks. “Well, of course it is!” he said, beaming. “I always
look after the things I care about.” He met Edge with a pointed look, but the
taller skeleton only frowned in mild confusion. Blue shook his head, releasing
a small laugh as he extracted his chessboard. “Anyway, let’s play. So I can
defeat you again!”
He grinned, plopping down beside
Edge on the bed and laying out the chessboard and pieces. Before long, they
were both deeply enthralled by the intense match. A lot of concentration always
went into their games, and Blue found it refreshing playing chess against
someone other than his brother for a change. As much as he loved Stretch, he
had an awful tendency to allow Blue to win simply out of fear of upsetting him.
Blue couldn’t help but admire the
enraptured expression Edge always wore when he was concentrating. He liked
this, when it was just the two of them. He loved having Edge’s undivided
attention—and even more than that, he loved to have Edge close by. It always
pained him to see Edge go back to his own barbaric world, always leaving Blue
with the unsettling fear that he might never see him again. But right now, in
Blue’s presence, Edge was safe, and Blue relished in that fact.
Their game passed without event
for about ten minutes or so, until Edge broke the silence by saying, “So, I,
uh… have a date tonight.”
Blue’s gaze shot up from the
board, a wild fury igniting in his soul. Edge was looking sheepish, blushing
again. But this time, Blue felt no sense of affection at the sight, only a cold
anger and betrayal deep in his soul. He tried to push it back, smoothing over
his features into a wide, but very forced, smile. “Oh. How nice.” Blue could
hear the stiffness of his own voice, but considering the almost overwhelming
urge to lash out he was experiencing, he considered it a victory.
Edge shrugged half-heartedly,
eyes still fixed on the board. “I suppose.”
Blue narrowed his eye sockets
slightly. Edge didn’t sound particularly enthused at the prospect of his date.
That was… promising. Forcing his most saccharine smile back onto his face, Blue
tilted his head inquisitively. “Who is it? Surely no one could possibly be
great enough to meet your standards!”
A weak smile crossed Edge’s
features, and he shook his head, still not looking up. “It’s no one really,
just someone I met up in the Capital.”
Blue’s smile faltered slightly,
and his soul lurched uncomfortably. “The Capital in… your world?” Edge nodded
wordlessly, his attention still on the chessboard. But by now, Blue had all but
forgotten the game, a foul jealousy resurfacing within him. “Edge, are you
certain you don’t want to just cancel it?” Edge finally looked up, cocking a
brow bone in dubiety. Blue quickly shook his head, laughing dryly. “Well, of
course it’s your decision, but I’m only telling you this because I care about
you. I just—I don’t want to see you get hurt.” I don’t want you to leave me, Blue wished he could say.
“Don’t worry about me, Blue,”
Edge said, smiling reassuringly. “I can take care of myself, you know that.”
But Blue felt anything but
convinced, frowning up at Edge. He was beginning to feel frustrated. Why wasn’t
Edge listening to him? Couldn’t he tell that Blue was only trying to protect
him? “I only want what’s best for you,” Blue said, his voice strained. “I hate
seeing you go back to that—to that vile place
you call home. I—I just want to keep you safe.” Blue could feel his control and
patience beginning to dwindle. Even as Edge placed a gentle hand on Blue’s arm,
meeting his gaze with sympathy, he could feel the cruel twist of malcontent in
his chest.
“It’s alright, Blue,” Edge
soothed, looking slightly troubled by the expression on Blue’s face. “I know
that you do. I understand what it’s like, but—”
“No, you don’t understand!” Blue
cried, finally snapping. “You don’t know what it’s like watching your best
friend abandon you day after day! You don’t know what it’s like feeling as if
the world is trying to steal him away from you!”
Edge looked stunned, flinching
slightly as Blue watched him, furious tears building in his eye sockets. “Blue,
I—I’m sorry, I never realised—”
“I’m so sick of feeling like you
don’t care about me!” Blue could no longer control the tirade of frustration he
was letting out—finally speaking the words he never thought he’d dare utter.
“I—I don’t want anyone else to have you. I want you. I want you to be mine! I
want you to—” Suddenly, Blue broke off, realising he’d said too much. Edge was
looking alarmed, something almost fearful crossing his face. Blue felt panic
rising within him, and he quivered, allowing the tears to flow freely down his
face. “Oh, Edge I—I’m so sorry!” he whimpered, shaking his head. “I—I don’t
know what came over me, I’m sorry. Oh, stars, I shouldn’t have—”
“Blue, stop, it’s…” Edge
hesitantly reached out, and Blue could see his hands shaking slightly. “It’s
okay. I’m right here. It’s fine—I’m right here with you.”
Blue
watched Edge for only a moment before pressing forward, burying his face in
Edge’s chest. He clung tightly onto Edge, as if he might be snatched away at
any moment. Blue needed this. He
needed Edge. He needed to feel his presence. It felt right. And Blue never
wanted to let go.
I’m sorry guys, I still have two other requests to post, but this one is pretty heavy, and I thought it might not be quite a fitting Christmas story to end on. So I’m doing it now to get the angst out of the way.
This was mostly just me practising at writing these two, since I plan on doing more of them in my later works. I hope I did alright with it, but definitely heed the warnings.
Implied self-harm, intrusive thoughts, emotional abuse, feelings of worthlessness, domestic abuse (non-physical, although it could be interpreted that way).
There’s no happy stuff here, I’m afraid.
Slim’s fingers trembled slightly
as he fumbled with the key, barely remaining steady for long enough to slip it
into the lock. He knew his brother would be back by now, and Slim only dared
imagine what his punishment might be for arriving home this late. He pushed
open the front door slowly, trying not to make a sound as he crept across the
living room towards the stairs.
He’d barely placed his foot on
the bottom step when he heard a sigh from somewhere behind him. He turned,
glimpsing his brother’s violet eye-lights near the sofa through the dark room.
He immediately went rigid, shoulders slumping slightly as he ducked his head.
He caught sight of the flicker of irritation in Razz’s eyes, his expression
bland as he regarded Slim. “Dog. Come, sit. We’re going to talk.”
Slim flinched slightly at the
name. Razz seldom used it anymore unless they were in the company of others—or
when he was truly furious. The uncanny levelness of his voice was equally
disconcerting. Slim had grown to prefer when his brother yelled at him to when
he used that unnaturally calm tone.
Knowing better than to protest,
he cautiously approached, feeling himself shrink beneath his brother’s harsh
gaze. He sat beside him on the sofa, keeping his gaze averted. Silence hung
heavily between them for a few moments, and Slim didn’t dare break it. If Razz
had something to say, he would say it in his own time, and Slim knew better
than to speak out of turn. Eventually, Razz leaned back, knuckles cracking as
he flexed them. “Let me guess. You were with those weak versions of us you like
to call your friends?”
Slim went still, before nodding
slowly, keeping his head ducked, and his gaze fixed on the carpet. Razz
scoffed, shaking his head. “Pathetic.” He fell silent once more, and Slim could
feel his piercing gaze boring into him. He yearned to reach into his jacket for
his small pocket knife—but that could wait until later. For now, he opted to
dig his fingers into his femurs to stop them from shaking.
A subtle glance at his brother
told him that it had been a long work day for Razz… again. Fresh cuts and dents
littered his arms, and while Slim knew they would likely heal with time, there
was no denying they were causing his brother pain. Razz always projected his
physical pain verbally, behaving a lot more sharply towards Slim. Perhaps Slim
may have gotten away with arriving home so late on a normal day—but recently,
Razz had been scheduling more and more formal visits with the Queen, and Slim
knew better than to doubt her cruelty.
“So,” Razz said at last, breaking
the cold silence between them, “dare I venture a guess as to why you didn’t bother
to tell me where you were? Or perhaps you were hoping I wouldn’t find out?”
Razz tapped his fingers
impatiently on the arm of the sofa as Slim struggled to find his words, his
voice caught in his throat. “i w… wasn’t…” The words came out strained, barely
audible, even in the dead quiet of their house.
Razz sighed in frustration.
“Speak up, mutt,” he snapped. “I don’t have time to waste on your pathetic
mumbling.”
Slim nodded quickly, dipping his
head lower as shame seemed to crush him. “s-sorry,” he whispered, scratching at
the coarse fabric of the couch. “i wasn’t… wasn’t t-trying to…” He swallowed,
breathing heavily as he tried to gather his resolve. “i wouldn’t lie to… to
you, my lor—c-captain.” Slim pulled his jacket tighter around his shoulders,
still not daring to meet Razz’s gaze. He knew Razz hated it when Slim got his
title wrong—especially since Razz was still trying to prove that he was worthy
of it. More than once, the Queen had threatened to demote him because of
‘incompetence’.
Fortunately this time, Razz was
either too tired, or too preoccupied with more important things to scold Slim
for slipping up. “Well?” he said, impatience seeping into his tone. “Why didn’t
you tell me, then? Need I remind you, mutt, omission is a form of lying—and I
do not have the time to deal with your
deception on top of the deception of every other monster in this forsaken
place.”
Slim hurriedly nodded, scrambling
to find his words. “o-of course, captain. i d-didn’t mean—i didn’t… i’m sorry.
you were just… just s-so busy—i didn’t want to disturb you…” Slim’s words
trailed off into quiet muttering, and he wrapped his arms around himself,
bracing himself for his brother’s wrath.
But to his surprise, Razz was
silent. A brief glance at him revealed that he wasn’t even looking at Slim, his
gaze fixed on the dim room in front of him, appearing contemplative. Slim
ducked his head, wishing for nothing more than to retreat to his room, where he
could be alone, and not have to think. About
how pathetic he was. How useless. About how much of a burden he was to his
brother. His fingers twitched toward the small knife in his pocket, but he
clenched them into a fist, pushing down the urge.
When Razz finally spoke again,
Slim flinched, almost startled by the sound. “Yes. I was busy.” Slim caught
sight of him turning, fixing his gaze on Slim. “Busy filling out my reports.
Busy running errands for the Queen. Busy gathering as much information as I
could on the whereabouts of that barbaric lizard and her fish bitch. Busy
reinforcing the defences on our house. Look at me, dog.”
For a moment, Slim was still,
frozen out of fear of what he might see if he met his brother’s gaze. But he
couldn’t disobey a direct order, especially not when Razz was so clearly
straying near the edge. The precipice he barely kept clear of most of the time,
his LOVE always sparking at the smallest of triggers. Slim turned slowly,
keeping his gaze averted. “I said look at
me,” Razz hissed, hand suddenly gripping firmly onto Slim’s jaw, tilting
his face upward. Slim could feel himself shaking. While Razz’s hold wasn’t
painful, it was full of malicious intent, and Slim could tell he was struggling
to hold himself together. “Who do you think I do those things for, mutt?” Razz
asked, his tone dropping, but losing none of its sharpness.
“captain…” Slim murmured, barely
managing to choke the word out. He took a few quick breaths, trying to steady
his shaking hands and his racing soul. “i know your… your love for our queen
is… u-unrivalled.”
Razz released a dry laugh,
releasing Slim’s jaw harshly. “Oh, you poor, pathetic dog. You’ve been taking
my necessary grovelling too seriously.” Slim couldn’t risk looking away from
Razz now, but he wished more than anything that he could. There was an empty
look in his brother’s eyes, exhaustion set so heavily in his features. “I
wouldn’t lift a finger for that vile excuse of a ruler if I didn’t have to. Do
you really think I spend day after day, bleeding myself dry for that bitch?”
Razz spat the word slightly, and Slim flinched, shaking his head.
“i—i don’t… no, captain.”
Razz scoffed, folding his arms.
“You really have no idea, do you? Well. Let me spell it out for you, since
you’re clearly too stupid to comprehend anything.” Slim cowered as Razz leaned in, refusing to allow Slim to avert his gaze, his
cold eye-lights harsh and piercing. “I do it, for you. All of this—” Razz indicated vaguely at their surroundings “—I
did it all, for you, little puppy.”
Slim couldn’t help it. He
released a strained sob, the beginnings of tears threatening his eye sockets.
He wasn’t sure if it was the nickname—which had once possessed so much
affection—or simply the confession itself, but he could feel himself breaking.
Predictably, Razz did not take his weakness lightly, sneering as Slim shakily
wiped at the tears, which now fell freely. “Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. You
can’t even hold yourself together for five damn minutes.”
Razz lifted himself from his
seat, brushing himself off smoothly as he observed his brother with mild
disgust. “You need me, dog. I’m the only thing standing between you and the
hundreds of monsters who would gladly eat you alive or dust you for what little
EXP you’re worth.”
Slim hugged himself tightly, as
if he might somehow be able to keep himself stable if he did so. As if he might
be able to stop himself from falling to pieces in front of his brother. But he
felt empty. Weak. Useless—so useless. Almost
without his consent, his fingers curled around the blade in his pocket, wincing
as its sharp edge dug into the bone.
If Razz noticed his distressed
whimper of pain, he didn’t show it. Turning towards the stairs, he muttered,
“Go back to those friends of yours if you must. They certainly deserve you a
lot more than I do.”
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