A small whine built in Slim’s throat, and he shook his head. “aw, c’mon, bud,” Sans said. “it’s just a game.”
“i don’t want to play,” Slim muttered, staring at his feet.
Sans, Red, and Stretch glanced at each other doubtfully. Turning to Slim, Red offered him an encouraging smile. “i’ll make it easy fer ya, kid–kill me. ya’d be sparin’ me a lot a’ grief.”
Sans snickered. “well if that’s how we’re playing, then i think i deserve a little killing too.”
“i volunteer to die and be fucked,” Stretch supplied, winking at Slim.
Slim regarded them all, deadpan. “well, since you’re all just horny and suicidal–i think i’ll just have to marry you.”
There was collective groaning from the other three.
Pro-tip: don’t play fuck, marry, kill with a bunch of depressed assholes. From this F/M/K ask meme.
“It’s just a game, runt,” Edge told Red, though he was frowning a little, concerned by the look of dejection on his brother’s face.
“It’s alright, Red!” Papyrus said, cheerfully. “We know that it’s a difficult choice–I too would marry all three of you if I was given the option.”
Red looked at Papyrus with raised brow-bones. “uh, thanks paps, but that’s not really what i’m…”
Papyrus levelled him with a long, firm stare, his smile fierce. “I am well aware of your misgivings–but I’m sure Slim would make an excellent husband.” Papyrus turned to Edge, grinning. “And Edgy-me would be a wonderful bedmate!”
Both Edge and Red looked at him, spluttering indignantly. Sighing, Papyrus quickly said, “Platonic bedmate. You told me you and your brother used to sleep with each other, did you not, Red?”
“next ta each other!” Red corrected, hurriedly. “not–not with.” Blushing furiously, he growled in frustration. “but that still doesn’ solve anythin’, ‘cause then i’d have ta kill…”
They all looked at Papyrus, who was smiling brightly. “Me!” he said, with far too much enthusiasm than the situation warranted.
No one spoke, a still silence hanging in the air, until Slim quietly said, “paps, you… you don’t have to…”
“It’s not a matter of whether or not I have to, Small-me,” Papyrus said gently, placing a hand over Slim’s. “It’s simply common sense and logic!”
“paps,” Red growled, “i’m not killin’ ya.”
With a put-upon sigh, Papyrus shook his head. “It’s only a game, Red. I know you have a good heart.” When Red looked unconvinced, Papyrus asked, “Would you rather kill your brother or Slim?”
“w-what? no, but i–”
“Excellent! Then it’s settled.”
“it ain’t fuckin’ settled, paps! i’m not–”
“Red,” Edge cut in quickly. “Come. Help me with dinner.”
Red stared at Papyrus, looking for a moment as if he might protest. But upon receiving a stern glare from Edge, he sighed and reluctantly followed him into the kitchen.
Once they’d left, Slim settled against Papyrus’ side, curling up with his knees drawn to his chest. “thank you,” he whispered.
“I’m quite sure I have no idea what you’re talking about, Small-me,” Papyrus said, quietly. Slim gave him a knowing look, and Papyrus sighed, lightly kissing him atop his skull. “You’re welcome.”
Aaah, this one hurt. I don’t think Red enjoyed that. (Papyrus spared him having to kill his brother or poor little Slim though.) From this F/M/K ask meme.
To painted these I used liquid watercolours, the same liquid watercolours which I’ve complained. I need to tell that they are good to use on canson’s mixed media paper C:
By the way HAPPY NEW YEAR! Hope you will stay with me also in this year ;w;
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