for the Kustard week prompt combo thingy how about
DAY 3: El Chupacabra + “Stop looking at me.” “I can’t. And I don’t think you want me to either.”
Ohhhhh! A very very lovely combo Anjel >:3c
I went with the myth of El Chupacabra, but only partially~. There is no worldbuilding or this would be a long fic, so you gotta make your own theories about what Red is exactly XD
DAY 3 - El Chupacabra + “Stop looking at me.” “I can’t. And I don’t think you want me to either.”
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The night was quiet.
Almost too quiet.
The quiet had spread through the forest that surrounded his tent in the last hour or so. All the noises of the night critters and predators that hunt them slowly, almost unnoticeably died down, leaving behind them a heavy silence. Comforting for any fool that didn’t know better.
But Sans knew better, this wasn’t his first night in this forest.
The first few nights, he’d caught glimpses of something darting through the dense undergrowth that surrounded the little clearing he decided to camp. A human would have probably been terrified and fled from that place during the night, but Sans wasn’t scared. He could feel the intent in the air and there wasn’t any violence in it, only mischief and a deep hunger that felt like it could never truly be satiated.
Slowly, as nights passed and Sans didn’t leave, the intent started to change. Annoyance at first, mixed with a little determination. The glimpses he saw then were more frequent and closer. Whatever was trying to scare him away was determined to do it, and was becoming bolder and bolder. He almost caught sight of it a few times, but didn’t really have much luck.
A few days after that, the annoyance morphed into curiosity and even a little mirth. Sans not showing any kind of fear and openly trying to see what was stalking his little camp started to intrigue his nightly visitor. It was then that Sans started seeing glimpses of it that were in the corner of his eyesight. He couldn’t exactly make out what the visitor looked like, but he did catch a glimpse of bones. And red.
Now, his visitor’s intent felt muffled and confused. Different emotions darted through it, with frustration taking over as the main one occasionally, only to quickly be drowned into a cacophony of other unrecognizable emotions. Sans wasn’t sure what caused such an emotional mess, but he knew there was no ill intent in it. It almost felt like his visitor wanted something from him but at the same time they were fighting against it.
Sans didn’t want to provoke and spook them away so he decided to play it safe today.
He got up from his sleeping bag and exited the tent slowly. Instead of taking a little walk around the campsite like he usually would, darting his eyelights everywhere to try and catch a glimpse of the visitor, he took a few steps forward and sat on the damp grass, then leaned back on his hands.
He relaxed and let his intent of laziness and curiosity spread through his little camp, hoping it could help calm his late night visitor.
Minutes passed as he sat there, eyesockets half lidded as his years worth of lazybone practice kicked in. He was still paying attention to the intent in the air, and his eyelights darted towards any movement in his line of sight, but he didn’t move. He just sat there and waited.
It seemed his visitor didn’t have Sans’ patience, because he could feel the frustration in their intent slowly take over more and more. It was reaching a new high when Sans gave into the need for a nice long yawn, the night slowly catching up to him as he sat in the quiet.
Before he even finished exhaling, while his sockets were closed, something incredibly fast jumped him and knocked him back into the ground.
He let out a startled umph as unneeded air rushed out of his non-existent lungs and he froze.
Something hard, boney, pressed over his eyesockets making it impossible to see. Another boney appendage pressed his chest down and another two pressed his hands to the ground besides him. He was stuck in place, unable to move or open his eyes.
But the intent that flooded over him was still only full of frustration, and now that it’s source was closer, he could also feel… longing? Want? Need? Something deep and lonely.
So he stayed still, even when the one pinning him down let out a guttural growl, trying to intimidate him.
Instead of fighting, or screaming, or crying, or any sort of distress his captor thought Sans would make, he just laid there and let his intent show nothing but curiosity and calmness.
The growling grew confused and a little desperate, almost like his visitor didn’t know what to do now. Lost in a completely unknown situation. Something they never knew or could imagine happening. Then, as if the frustration and desperation finally broke them, they spoke.
“‘s’op look’n’ a’ me!” The words were broken, the voice sounded like it hadn’t spoken in years.
But it was enough for Sans to piece together what they meant, ‘stop looking at me’. He could tell that the words and the intent that followed them didn’t match, so he stayed calm and in the gentlest voice he could muster, he spoke back.
“i can’t.” He filled his words with the gentlest intent he could, determined to get his visitor to trust him, to let him finally see them.
Gently, oh so gently, he freed one of his hands as his visitor deflated above him. With slow and deliberate movements, he grabbed onto the hand that was covering his eyesockets. He didn’t pull on it, instead he entangled their fingers and let his intent wash over his visitor's bones, asking permission to pull the hand away. When the hand went limp, he carefully moved it aside and slowly opened his eyesockets.
“and I don’t think you want me to either.”
A beautiful red magic dusting scarred bones greeted his words.
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Done! XD
I know this is a real tease and not much kustard happened but El Chupacabra is a very shy and elusive creature so Red is being a super shy bean here. Only Sans gets to see him >:3
Basically this was the start of a beautiful romance UwU❤
Hope you liked :D
