itsladykit:

Here. Have a shitpost

I’ve been holding onto this idea all year and I’ll be damned if I miss my opportunity to use it.

“so you’re—“

“DEATH.”

“right. of course. i should have guessed.”

“ARE YOU A CLOWN, LAZY-ME?”

Rus turned to display his outfit—which was just his normal clothes but with a bright red clown nose stuck in his nasal aperture. “nah. can’t you tell? i’m a funny bone.”

Papyrus gave him a blank look, then turned to Edge. “AH, YOU LOOK VERY GOOD, EDGY-ME…BUT…WHERE’S YOUR COSTUME?”

“I’m not wearing one.”

“BUT! IT’S A COSTUME PARTY!? YOU CAN’T GO WITHOUT A COSTUME.”

“Watch me.”

Papyrus looked at both of them, shaking his head. “I AM EXTREMELY DISAPPOINTED IN BOTH OF YOU. NEXT YEAR, I AM HELPING YOU BOTH FIND APPROPRIATE COSTUMES.”

“Tha’s what I been tellin’ em!” Twist said, walking into the living room. He was dressed in leather and chains, and he carried a can of gasoline. “It’s a damn shame, is what it is.” He looked at Papyrus, then grinned. “Death?”

Papyrus beamed and struck a pose. “INDEED. ‘TIS I! THAT MOST NOBLE OF SKELETONS—DEATH HIMSELF.” His haughty mein faded and he looked Twist over. “…ARE YOU DRESSED AS EDGY-ME?” Rus snorted at that, and Edge’s scowl deeped.

“Ghost Rider,” Twist said. He hefted the can of gasoline. “Gotta put the finishin’ touch on my costume, then we c’n head out.”

“OKAY…?”

Twist beamed and stepped outside.

Papyrus watched him go. “…HE WON’T…PLEASE TELL ME HE’S NOT ACTUALLY GOING TO SET HIMSELF ON FIRE.”

“dunno.”

“Cash gave even odds. Personally, my money’s on ‘yes’.”

Papyrus looked at both of them, but neither moved. He sighed heavily, and followed Twist outside. “TWISTED-ME? WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT FIRE SAFETY AND TAKING JOKES TOO FAR.”