#bluefell

[charly-the-devil]

You know what to do. I will draw the most interesting.♡

[sempiternity-anovelseries]

[unfortunatebreezes]

The Out

Prose about an injured OC.

Blue blinked, feeling the deep ache of unconsciousness tugging at his spine. The space behind his eyes felt heavy, pulling painfully at his already aching head. The details of where exactly he was and what exactly had left him in this state escaped him; the energy to care had also vanished. He floated in the limbo of damage, unsure whether to push back and aggravate the powers keeping him afloat.

There was certainly noise outside himself; somewhere amidst the blurry streaks people hurried about, outside the bubble Blue found himself in. It was a busy world. He faintly felt a jostling, as though he could really be a part of that business; it faded quickly.

So Blue hung there, fading in and out of awareness. The part that could formulate thought, close to dreaming, noted that the pain wasn't that bad, not really. It was annoying more than anything. He was so tired, and if that last nagging achiness could fade away, perhaps he could finally sleep.

The outside world had other ideas, of course. The noise only grew, and while there was no more sense of external touch, Blue caught his name once. His full name, really. Blue Fell. Weird for someone to say that. That could be a code word, coming from the right person. A small spark of worry dispelled the heaviness in his chest, creating a new, struggling pain. Unlike the other pain, Blue did not allow it to run its course. He rode it, trying to follow it to its destination in the outside. The sounds grew clearer, he could almost see the ceiling tiles above him.

However, there was a reason he was so tired, so heavy and disoriented. Nature won the fight, and before Blue could answer the call of the outside world, he slipped fully into the unconscious rest his body demanded.

[rebelpapermaker]

Oh good. This is nothing like that.

[moved-to-rebelpapermaker]

My favourite edgy boy!

[crushingonrazz]

BlueFell

Rating: Teen

Blue x Red x Fell

Blue keeps sneaking out, and Stretch has no idea where to.

The first time Stretch caught Blue sneaking out, he didn't realize what was going on. This was Blue. He insisted on a swear jar, he got after him for smoking, he was, all in all, not the type to be doing something like sneaking out. Stretch had been in the kitchen, getting a late-night snack, when he heard quiet footsteps in the living room. Frowning, he glanced at the clock over the stove. It was...2:30 in the morning. What was Blue doing up? He walked over to the doorway, swinging around as the footsteps came closer and very suddenly coming face-to-face with his brother. Blue screamed aloud in surprise, then clapped a hand over his mouth, blushing deeply and looking very embarrassed. Stretch about doubled over in laughter as Blue glared at him, the sight of his normally unfazable brother getting jump-scared almost too funny to handle, given how late it was. "Papy, stop laughing! It's not that funny!" "Oh...oh man... It totally is..." Stretch wheezed, still laughing. "You should have seen the look on your face!" Blue just grumbled and folded his arms before stomping over to the front door and pulling his boots on, pointedly ignoring Stretch. "What're you doing, bro? It's, like, 2 in the morning," Stretch called after him, trying to calm himself. Blue looked down suddenly, seeming to realize what he was doing. Then he looked up and frowned again, saying, "I'm going for a walk!" Stretch frowned at the false lilt in his brother's tone. He never had been a very good liar. It was a downside of being a generally honest person. But hey, Blue was an adult, despite his height and general demeanor, so he could do what he wanted. He was probably just wanting something from Muffet's and not wanting to admit it. So Stretch just shrugged and went back to bed, leaving Blue to it. As time went on, he found himself noticing things being slightly off. There were several times in which Blue was suddenly nowhere to be found, or he would come into the house with some kind of unidentifiable red substance on his clothes, or Stretch would ask him an innocent question, and the answer would come out as a lie, despite there being no reason for it. The second, third, and forth times he heard Blue sneaking out, he still hadn't put the pieces together. It was only the fifth time he heard Blue's door ease open and closed, followed by the sounds of Blue attempting to tiptoe down the hallway, that it clicked. Stretch immediately jumped out of bed and pulled on one of his many hoodies, then he made his way quickly to his bedroom door, cracking it open slightly to watch Blue's progress. He was so obviously sneaking that Stretch wanted to knock himself upside the head for not noticing it before. Blue was literally tiptoeing, his hands out to the sides and every movement exaggerated. It looked like the sort of scene that might have the pink panther theme playing behind it, and stretch had to hold back a chuckle at the thought. When he heard Blue make it to the bottom of the stairs, he silently eased his door open the rest of the way and stepped into the hallway. Then he quietly made his way to the railing and ducked to hide in the shadows at the base, watching his brother pull his boots on and open the front door, glancing around quickly before going outside. Well. Blue was an adult. Stretch shouldn't be worrying about what he was doing. He could handle himself just fine. Stretch really had no reason to get involved, there was no cause at all to...follow...him... Moments later, Stretch was following his brother quietly as he made his way to the basement door at the back of the house. Stretch heard the click of the lock, and he frowned. How did Blue even get a key to the basement? He'd thought he had the only one. He started where he was for a few minutes, rooted to the spot by indecision. There was really no way to sneak in behind him without being heard, Stretch really should just go back to-- His thoughts were cut off by a sudden shift in perception. It lasted only a split second, and to someone who had never experienced it before, it wouldn't have even been noticeable. But Stretch had felt it before. He didn't think he would ever feel it again. His jaw dropped open and he practically ran to the door, wrenching it open and running down the stairs. The basement was empty, but he already knew why. He crossed the room to the now-uncovered machine and tapped the lit screen a few times, looking for where his brother had gone. It only took a few moments to pull up the travel history, and Stretch's jaw almost dropped again at the sheer amount of recent travel. He hadn't had any idea the Blue even knew that the machine existed, let alone... His soul stopped when he saw the name for the place Blue had gone, and he immediately stepped inside the machine, setting the coordinates for the same place. UnderFell.

X-X-X-X

Blue stepped out of the machine, sighing softly. He really hated the feeling of traveling between universes. It always left him feeling so odd. He made his way up the stairs, letting himself out of the basement and locking the door behind him before walking calmly to the front door. Even if someone saw him, he was easily recognizable in his bright blue clothes, and no one would dare to touch him. Not after last time. He knocked on the front door, and it was almost immediately opened by Fell, who smiled at him warmly and stepped aside to let him come in. "Hello, Fell!" Blue greeted him as he entered, giving him a quick hug before kicking off his boots by the door and taking off his gloves, folding them neatly and placing them on the table next to the door. "Blue!" came a familiar voice from the living room couch, and Blue turned to see Red lounging across it, smiling at him. "Hello, Red!" he said, smiling back easily. "Have you guys had dinner yet?" "Yeah, Boss made lasagna," Red said, rolling his eyes. Blue laughed. "Well there's something new!" he quipped, dodging Fell as he tried to smack him and making his way to the couch. Red held his arms out towards his counterpart, and Blue immediately climbed into them, settling his head on the other's ribcage and closing his eyes. He heard Fell huff, then the sounds of him pushing Red's legs out of the way and settling next to them. Blue held a hand out and he felt Fell take it, intertwining their fingers and holding on tightly. He never felt as comfortable or as safe as he did in these moments. All of his worries, all of his stress, it all seemed to melt away when he came to this world. He was just starting to fall asleep when there was the loud crack of a shortcut behind him. Blue jumped in surprise, turning quickly to look over the back of the couch. In almost the same moment, Red disappeared with another crack, appearing directly between Blue and the newcomer with a growl, red magic flaring from his one working eye socket. Fell immediately jumped up from the couch, gathering Blue into his arms and taking a protective stance behind the couch. "Stop!" Blue's voice rang out, and everyone froze. "Stop, don't attack, there's no danger!" He wiggled himself out of Fell's grasp and ran around the couch to stand beside Red, ignoring Fell's growl of protest. "Papy, what the hell are you doing here?"

[theuselesscucumber]

Are y'all ready for this? After much thought, @mega-gengar and I decided to post our BlueFell rp we’ve been doing for awhile now. If you decide to read, please mind the tags. They are subject to change. Hope you all enjoy.

[unfortunatebreezes]

Snap

Old whump drabble, featuring my OCs.

“Stop, let me go,” Blue muttered.

Dodger paid him no mind, continuing his rant. “That’s why you’ll never be anything, you’re too afraid of yourself and who you are. If you would just stop letting everyone run over you all the time maybe you could do something of use. Even then though, you’re too afraid to begin anything. Why try at all?”

Blue stopped struggling the moment a sharp *crack* ran through the room. Everyone stopped really, Tom clapping his fingers over his mouth. Dodger frowned, looking down at the hand that had just gone limp in his grasp. “I’m afraid your wrist is broken. I suppose it’s another hospital trip for us all then, isn’t it?”

Blue didn’t react, bar a small flinch as Dodger released his hand and it crashed down to his side. He was frozen, eyes wide with fear. Tom moved forward, trying to reach out for Blue, but Blue ran out of the room, disappearing into the hall noiselessly. Tom hummed anxiously, stepping towards the door, but Dodger grabbed his arm. “I’ll go get him, you go get the car ready.”

Tom didn’t set off right away, though. “You hurt him.” His eyes searched Dodger’s face accusingly.

“Yes. I allowed my frustration to get the better of me. I would like a chance to make amends and ensure he’s alright.”

Tom seemed unsure but nodded. He left Dodger to set off on Blue’s tracks. It didn’t sound as though the man had gone upstairs, so Dodger continued along the hallway towards the storage closets. It wasn’t until he turned around that he spotted Blue, curled protectively under the stairs. His eyes were watching Dodger carefully, but betrayed every bit of fear he felt.

Dodger took a seat on the floor across the hallway, being sure to give him plenty of space. “Careful not to aggravate your wrist more.”

Blue didn’t respond; his broken wrist was curled in his lap, protected by his arms and out of sight.

“Tom is getting the car ready; we’ll take you to the hospital to get that fixed up. I do apologize; I didn’t believe you would strain that hard to be free of my grasp.” Dodger paused, inviting Blue to answer; when he was met with silence, he continued, “Why did you fight so hard?”

Blue spoke in a mutter, not trying to be heard. “It was too much like back then.”

“Back when?”

“…Before the simulation. Before they put me under. They broke my wrist too.”

“…What simulation?”

“The one- the world before- this. It’s fuzzy, I can’t…” Blue sighed shakily, struggling with the words to explain. Dodger motioned for him to breathe, and he did so if not with some exaggeration. “I tried to fight back and they broke my wrist. Then they strapped me down and…”

His face went rather pale, and his gaze drifted to some point beyond Dodger. “And then everything went to shit.”

“Hmm. That conveys almost no information at all.” Blue didn’t react to this comment, staring off and away again. Dodger continued, “Well, this is a very different situation to that. For one, this was an accident. Unless you intended to break your wrist?” Blue shook his head. “And I doubt this will be the end of the world. The cast may be inconvenient, but I imagine the break will heal fine. We have to go right away though, if you do want it to set properly.” Dodger stood, beginning to walk away.

It was not immediate; but the sound of footsteps began to follow his own.