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[bbunni]

The god was surprised to see the smaller skeleton in front of him, for several reasons. One being it had been a while since he had found someone smaller than he was. Another, being that the other was eating a raw rabbit from his forest. That’s…odd, and a tad bit disturbing, but he was not unaware of the circle of life. As long as they were putting the kill to use, and not killing for just the fun of it, he had no problem with it.

Rusa was above the other in a tree branch, observing. This skeleton looked really roughed up, and very hungry. What had happened to this poor thing. Softly and slowly, Rusa drifted down to the ground below behind the tree he had been perched in–he didn’t want to startle the other by just dropping in front of him, this one looked like he had been startled enough.

Walking was probably his best bet in his mind, and so he did. He approached from behind the tree, trying to keep his posture as nonthreatening as possible.

       Standing at only a little more then 2′, it was no wonder how the other male was taller then him. Although it wasn’t a good thing, since he had a harder time then most getting food on his own. And -- well, he ate more then three times his body weight in one meal easily.        It also is a good reason why he had come to be such a skittish thing. He stopped his ravenous eating just long enough to tilt his head at the sound of movement close-by, letting out a soft, alerting chur, he turned his skull, sockets widening in shock and fear at the sight of someone approaching him.        He froze for a moment before slowly shifting. One more small movement from the other and he would be dashing towards the nearest bush, leaving his meal behind. Hoping that it would appease this stranger from trying to eat him instead. The leaved of the bush quaked along with his deep, upset shivers, curling up into a little ball with soft sounds escaping him.

[bbunni]

He didn’t stop the smile that graced his features. God… Its like he’s looking at a small baby bones right now. This little skeleton is just too adorable.

Although the shivering got him to worry a small bit. Is he cold? Did snow got inside of his skull? …. Actually he hopes that’s not the case.

When the other asked to be lifted, he wasn’t sure if the other realized that he’s not his brother…. Unless the both of them are the same.

With a small shrug, he lifts the other up with ease, supporting him with one arm as he chuckled a little bit, he supposed he is quite big compared to the other.

“hehe, i suppose i am quite big.”

       And he was, pretty much, like a toddler. In mentality anyways, and really physically too. Even though he was probably the same age as this Papyrus’ Sans.        He seemed happy to be lifted up into the monsters arm, snuggling deep into his familiar hoodie, grasping the cloth and feeling how soft it was. Papy must have cleaned it! He couldn’t remember the last time that happened, and it smelled rather nice, as opposed to dried out flesh.        “Are you gon’ eat... is that why you le-eft?” He said excitedly, still purring like a motor-boat in the others hold.

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* “Oh!?” Rosada dropped her spray bottle she was using to water a few of flowers that required little water. Picking up the bottle she rushed quickly to the source of the sound earlier. Expecting a cat to have sneaked in. Maybe she should keep the catnip in another room.

* “What…?” She was shocked to spot another skeleton, a skeleton enjoying the mess they did with her dirt. “Are you lost? How did you get in here?” At least he wasn’t hurt. Or that a flower was growing yet in that pot. Rosada reached out slowly to pick out the seed that was barely breaking out. “Are you hurt?” It was unknown if she asked the skeleton or the seed.

       He hardly waited to hear her speak before he was scurrying away from her with a sharp, startled gasp. He hid behind a large pot, looking out at her with violent tremors taking over his body. Looking her over, she sure appeared to be familiar. With that gruesome scar taking up her face. But she smelled far too different for him to relax.        Was this her territory? Was she mad, and going to kill him now? He didn’t know. His sockets started to brim with upset tears, but he tried his best not to cry. Like a baby-bones -- his brother was right.        He didn’t answer her, only eyeing both her and the half-buried bird carcass he had been hiding in the dirt. Every-time she came close to it, he could growl lowly, aggressively almost.

[bbunni]

He traveled down the road a bit of a timeline. Gloomy looking place and it earned the phrase dont stop till you reach safety mentality. It wasnt till he saw a small form in the snow that he really stop. The clacking of the bones made him tilt his head at the form.

Small skeleton….ah another alternate. Going closer he looked down at him. Clearly been out in the cold too long.  He made a cautious move to put his hands out. 

“Hey. You alright?” He asked. Hopefully there will be no biting and zombification involved. Because the look of the small skeleton clearly made it seem like he was in a horror movie. “Need to get warm?” 

Again please no biting. 

       This skeleton was, fortunately enough, no biter. However, as soon as he realized he wasn’t alone - he tended to zone out, forget that he was vulnerable and that someone could come up and attack him if they wanted to - he squeaked and his sockets grew wide with fear.        The taller skeleton barely looked like a threat really, but simply for the fact that he looked far too different from what Bunny was used to, and that he smelled far too different as-well, he was frightening.         One look at that outstretched hand and Bunny is actually scooting far, faaaar away from it. His shivering grew worse, if possible, a soft, congealed growl emitting from his chest as he puffed up like a stray cat. “N-Na-n-no..?”

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@saturdaymorninrp

       Little skeleton just waiting out in the snow. It’s not clear what he’s waiting for exactly, but considering the loud clicking of his bones as he shivered, he must have been out here for a very long time.

[bbunni]

Pup was supposed to head home from exploring another timeline. When he arrived in this one, he immediately knew something is off. It’s sort of familiar but at the same time, its not.

He was about to look around when he suddenly felt something clings to his leg and he perked up when he heard that familiar voice but he never expected those claws scraping on his bones. He looked down to see a small alternate of his brother with…. oh god is that a hole in his skull?

“oh hey bro.” he said as he smiled a little bit and his tail reach out to gently poke the small skeleton on his side. This is definitely not his timeline.

       Bunny shrieked softly with a small giggle, squishing his face up against the others leg with a nuzzle. He seemed to be constantly shivering, although it was more in excitement right now then the usual nervousness or fear.        “You’re bi-ig!” He looked back up at the other with wide pale star-lights, letting the other go just to reach up and wave his arms a bit; asking permission to be lifted up. He didn’t seem to understand that this Papyrus wasn’t his. That – or it just didn’t matter to him.

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@antlered-deity

       The little skeleton seemed to have found himself a friend! Although friends could wind up as even better meals. The poor little rabbit he had played a little too roughly with was now getting picked at by small fingers.        He was sad to have lost a cute little friend, but happier to have something to eat!

[bbunni]

@hcneyeatingblastcr

       There would be a sudden, small pull on the much bigger skeletons leg. a tiny shivering mass clinging tight to his bone, letting out a deep, happy trill.         “Pa-apy!” He clung, small clawed fingers digging into the other. It seemed even with how different the other looked from his brother, he still smelled the exact same.

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@shatterpink

       If the sounds of breaking pots didn’t allure to the little monsters presence, it would be the spraying dirt around the area. One thing about Bunny that he didn’t often get to exercise was his love to dig-- and bury things. Things like poor, dead birds.

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       ( STARTER CALL! )

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       ( TRYING TO GET ON THIS BLOG MORE! Like/reblog this if you want to rp with a HorrorSwap Sans who goes by the name ‘Bunny’! Tragic themes, death, and gore will all be present on this blog. So please be aware of that before following! )

[bbunni]

      skeletal brow furrowing, it takes him a moment before he hushes the smaller skeleton, softly - gently. he knows what it’s like not to remember most days; remember anything.                                                                                                                          it’s a fragile balance.

         “ * … shhh, it’s okay, bunny. it’s okay. here. ”                        another strip of flesh given, blood coating acri’s fingers and the snow between them.

                   if he’s being honest, they need to be quicker             acrineeds to be quicker, decide what he’s doing here. the smell of fresh blood in these woods could soon attract more than a lost skeleton. ( wolves )

                                … but the fact bunny hasn’t seen papy in so long that he forgot… either his memory is as shot as acri’s or… it’s a dreadful thought, one that plague’s him everyday if he or his own brother D I E D …

                          finally, a little brighter -

                                               “ * do you like puzzles, bunny? ”

       As far as Bunny is concerned, as long as he maintains this monsters interest, he’s safe. He’s had a long history so far of charming unsuspecting monsters into wanting to take care of him. And while he was only marginally aware of this manipulative behavior, he also wasn’t acting when he grew overly anxious or upset.        and he still thought that -- maybe his brother didn’t want to find him. Maybe he had gotten to be too annoying, and too much to deal with over the years that his brother didn’t care enough to look for him now.

       ---he looked up at the other monster at the next question, the two chunks of meat in his hands, however he seemed upset enough to forget they were there. “I-I doooo.... I like ga-games too.” He sniffles, sitting down fully now as he nibbles on the meat.

[bbunni]

     at least there’s that tidbit of good news.

       if ‘papy’ was anything like acri to his brother, he knows the other must be worried sick ( right? ). it’s a nice thought - but one that has him re-examining bunny with a knowing gaze; rotten crimson picking out what details he could, so his question could be spared anything he didn’t, shouldn’t, have to ask.

                     another strip of flesh is tossed. acri wonders if bunny is just cold or anxious;                                 ( could skeletons from other timeline’s get cold? )

                 “ * … and when’s the last time you saw… papy, bunny? ”

                                               it’s a sickening thought.

       As far as meeting strangers went, he didn’t feel half as intimidated by this one as he did the others. Maybe it was the familiar air to the way that Acri spoke to him, or the smells around him that reminded him of his little area in the forest he and his brother lived in. But he felt... less unsure of himself here.        He already had been staying with two other skeletons from time to time. But both of them seemed too different really for him to feel anything but terrified and impish. And while he was pretty much always that way to begin with, it was less-so now.        He’s grabbed up that next piece, but just as he was in mid-bite he freezes at the other males question. His star-light fuzzing out for just a moment as he stared down at the snowy ground.        “I don’t --- I-I-I don’t.... I do-on’t k n o w?”

       “I don’t rem e m b e r......”

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@maleficentberry

       For some reason, he is absolutely terrified of this stranger.        Bunny is probably hiding somewhere from him right now -- scared out of his wits, even though biting someone when they just got a little too close wasn’t really the best way to make friends.

[bbunni]

   acri watches bunny, letting curiosity rule his instincts ( & common sense )

                  ( giving away food -                     any other day he’d scare bunny off,                     not share treasured food where it might be wasted.                     honestly, look at him. starving away.                            but someone might say the same thing about acri.                    about his brother. )

       the taller skeleton hums at the answer, tearing off another scrap and tossing it in reward. his papy? so this was a sans - and that meant he had a brother somewhere, wherever he may be. another question, another possible scrap;

                       “ * i’m acri - you lost, bunny? ”

                                   ( he takes a moment to get a piece for himself, snapping it down quick. )

       Bunny was more then willing to answer whatever questions the other had for him, as long as he kept getting food out of it. It probably wasn’t the healthiest mind-set to be in at his size, in the world he lived in and now had somehow wandered into.        He grabs up that scrap again, this time chewing on the piece as he scuttles just a little bit closer. He was still shaking wildly - possibly just something he tended to do, if not due to the ever-coldness of his small bones. “I-I’m...” He twitched lightly, thinking better then to make it so obvious how vulnerable he was to a stranger.        “I’m not... n-n-not lost... Pa-apy is gonn’.. gonn-nnn-a find me soon!” 

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“Woah hey hey!” He pulled the bag of candy out of the way with the smol. “Name first kiddo, before I give you the sweets.”  He really never seen such a hungry little smol. But he was willing to help. 

       Smol’s got the nerve to just straight up growl and tug back with the bag gripped with two tiny hands. But he’s not very strong, so he just ends up slipping and letting go as he fell back.        He frowns big, letting off a small sniffle. “I-I-I’m Bun.. Bunny...”

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           well.

                peering downwards towards the small ( so very small ) skeleton, acri watches as they slowly peel away from the shadows - it was obviously a visitor from another world; one that looked ( by the almost hypnotic gaze on the meat in his hand to the crater in their skull ) all too familiar. eerily familiar; only this skeleton was… he reminded him too much of his brother.

              acri grips the mangled rabbit corpse tight, crouching down slowly - the other skeleton looked both timid and feral enough to run off at a moments notice, but not after snatching the carcass. so he crouches, letting his axfall to his side so he can tear a piece of meat from the bones. then he just tosses the scap, speaking as he does so.

                     “ * … yeah, you’re hungry. tell me your name, and i’ll give ya some more. ”

       Acri wasn’t at all wrong in his assumptions. He was a small, paranoid thing. But he was smart and quick on his feet when he needed to be. This is only proven by how fast he darts towards that scrap of meat, devouring it quickly while still needing to tear and chew off a few pieces at a time.        He almost didn’t hear the other speak -- but he had the mind enough to look up and regard the other male in his own crouched position. His eyes wide, red star-lights expanding with need as he had a bit of red oozing from his bottom jaw.        “Call, me-eee Bu-Bunny... my... my Papy calls me that, because... cause he says I’m cute! Li-like a bunny! Mo-ore, please...?”