Wild Caught Friends [chapter 1]
chaptors: 1 [here!], 2
[UTMV FIC] Contains: platonic Fresh & Nightmare, cannibalism & violence, toxic relationship, slow-burn friendship/allyship [3000~ words]
Narrowed eye sockets–what fine control it must have had of its hosts that implied--and a growl, “are you some type of goody-goody trying to ruin my fun?" He couldn’t help but double over in laughs, claws digging further into Fresh's shoulders. The parasite had frozen at the sudden action, and he couldn’t help but laugh even more. “I am very much something else.” he laughed again, unable to contain his amusement.
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It shouldn’t have stood out.
He was surrounded by suffering, the terror of the people of this AU sweet and cloying in the air; he could almost say this was his best hunt yet. But, almost in an effort to prove him wrong, there was something sweeter, so much so that if he wasn’t so utterly captivated he’d surely be nauseous.
By his side he could feel the look Cross was giving him. He’d been barking orders a moment beforehand but that all seemed so useless. Why chase after these pathetic whelps when he could taste a far sweeter prize somewhere over the horizon.
Someone coughed, trying to get his attention. He didn’t spare them a glance, eye tracking some unseen prey. He parted his mouth, trying to taste it.
It was all unimportant compared to his newest target. He didn’t spare them another glance, knowing they would continue whatever havoc with or without him; he had far more important things to pursue.
Teleporting was as easy as breathing, the well –no, fountain– of negativity nearly a sinkhole dragging him forward. It was all he could do to teleport into some cover instead of directly on it.
‘Bright’, the first thought to enter his mind. It was blindingly, horrendously neon in colour, so much so he was almost put off. A poisonous animal, blaring out how inedible it was. He banished the thought, for whatever he was hunting resembled a man. Tall, lanky but still holding bulk; a papyrus? No, the skull was all wrong. He shook his head. None of that mattered.
A rustle in the bushes –his tentacles shifting and waving too much-- alerted the skeleton, whose head flicked around at an unnatural speed.
All Nightmare cared about was that he needed to strike, now. It was going to get away, going to flee, he needed to chase it. The movement was the only invitation he needed.
Between one blink and the next he had it pinned.
It struggled immediately, before going limp. A feint, animalistic in a way; seeing if playing dead would get a predator to lose interest.
Nightmare did not lose interest.
His tentacles spread out, mantling over caught prey. He leaned down, trying to get a better look at it. He needed to know what was pouring out so much negativity.
It, similarly, looked up at him. Eyes obscured by sunglasses [an eyesore like the rest of it, tacky letters spelling out ‘WHAT??’] all he could discern of its expression came from its grinning mouth, stretched over its skull in a way that seemed almost unnatural. Skeletons were always smiling, but there was something wrong about this one.
“What’s up bro?” It spoke, grating. Forced casualness, it felt dissonant from the sheer helpless black hole of emotions welling from it. Like someone actively being tortured. It squirmed, testing his restraints. “Do I know ya, broski? Cus’ this is a bit of a personal space violation of a stranger, stranger!”
“No.” He answered simply.
It didn’t seem to know what to do with that. It laughed, eerie and fake, “pretty uncool move then!”
He could feel a well of magic starting to permeate it, and he pressed closer, tentacles pinning its limbs the instant he did. He would not be allowing it to teleport away.
Panic was beginning to set into the creature; at least, more than earlier in the encounter. Sweat beaded on its skull, and hyper-focused on it as he was, he could feel something off about its emotions.
“What do you want? I’m sure we can discuss this-“ its voice had gained a tight quality, almost squeaky. Questions became more frantic- it wanted him to give it something to work with, to say anything.
The panic was separate, somehow, from the rest of its suffering. A closer look revealed it was a whole different entity entirely. Both intertwined… and if he pinpointed where it was coming from…
“Wait! Hey you don’ need t-“
Lifting the glasses away with a casual flick of his tentacle, he hummed. A parasite had nestled its way into the skeletons head and wrapped itself around its SOUL. How… fascinating. The suffering he’d been drawn to must have been the host, and the quickly mounting panic and fear the parasite he’d caught.
He let up the slightest bit, curiosity satisfied and sated by the miasma of emotion wafting off of it.
It was hard to see it clearly in the shadow of the skull, but it seemed to change colour: a dark purple to almost bleached white. It became even harder to see because in that moment it bolted. The air became saturated with magic, orange and lemony, acidic.
He was so startled it even managed to get out of his grip, he nearly didn’t chase it. Unfortunately for it, years of battle had honed his instincts to a fine point. It got barely a single step away before a tentacle had wrapped around its ankle. He couldn’t stop its escape entirely, the parasite had already teleported them into snowy woods [snowdin?], but he did make it bring him with it as a tagalong.
That didn’t matter, his senses telling him there weren't any emotional signatures anywhere near them. They were still moving, and with a sharp tug he tripped it, slamming its head into the snowy ground with a sickening crack.
He had it in his grasp again. Settling on its back, he pressed with a tentacle on the back of its head, keeping its face ground into the dirt. His tentacles wrapped around it more tightly this time; he was not letting it get away.
It squirmed a bit before falling limp again, like when he’d first caught it. An instinctual act or testing for more weaknesses in this new grip. It was breathing much harder this time.
“This is so- urgh- who are you?” Most of its previous mask seemed to have been stripped away by its frustrations. Narrowed eye sockets–what fine control it must have had of its hosts that implied–and a growl, “are you some type of goody-goody trying to ruin my fun?”
He couldn’t help but double over in laughter, claws digging further into the body beneath him. The parasite had frozen at the sudden action, and he couldn’t help but laugh even more.
“You think, my dear parasite,” and that felt good to say, “that I am on the side of good…?”
It stuck its tongue out at his mocking, still trying to act blase. The motion contrasted harshly with the faint tremors travelling along its body. “I think it’s un-radical to judge a book by its cover, bruh. So…?”
A cheshire grin spread across his entire face, “I am very much something else.” He laughed again, unable to contain his amusement, ”from one predator to another, I wouldn’t say I have any moral qualms with what you’re doing.”
It jerked, suddenly, fresh fear flowing through it. Reanalysing the encounter. He breathed in deeply, savouring the taste. He put more weight on it, a clear message; it wasn’t getting away. “Now, what’s wrong…?”
It kept squirming, “nothing! Did- is this your territory? I promise I didn’t do much hunting.”
As much as he enjoyed the taste of its dread, he didn’t know how much stress whatever species this parasite could undergo without whatever its equivalent of a SOUL-attack. It would be a shame if it dusted itself so soon after he discovered it.
He let one of his tentacles cup its cheek, cooing mock sweetly at it, “oh, don’t worry about that.” It flinched back and growled as he continued, “I merely want to propose a deal, something that’ll benefit us both…”
“A deal…?” It sounded faint.
“Yes, my dear parasite,” he smiled, “I’ll get you something to eat, and you’ll…” he tapped his chin, tentacles replacing his hand, wondering what exactly he could task it with– he just wanted it close, near him. “You’ll let me study you for a day.”
“I’m, ah- that’s a totes swag deal dude, but I’m not really looking for new digs right now. This host is pretty nice, ya-“
He broke its leg.
Even its keening burned different colours in the air. Pinks and blues and yellows dripped off its lettering. The sound stopped shortly, quieting nearly as quickly as it’d started. More a distressed squeak than any true whine. Good pain tolerance, or maybe it wasn’t that connected to its host.
“Wh-what’ve you got planned for the-“ it let out a choked little sound, “the uhm- these study seshes.”
He leaned back more, sitting down on it rather than mantling over it. He made sure to have all his other appendages carefully wrapped around it as he clasped his hands together, “So you’re considering? Wonderful!”
It stared up at him, a little dazedly, and he patted its cheek again. “You see, I’ll just be watching you go about your day-to-day. Nothing special at all. Very unobtrusive.”
It nodded. Disbelief colored it, but he ignored that. What mattered was that he had acquired something very, very interesting.
“Now… what do you eat?” He asked, carefully tucking tentacles under it so he could pick it up without jostling the injury too bad. It was a bit wet with the melted snow, but he didn't care too much. He reveled in the fact it was unable to object to being princess carried.
It whined, “why’d you offer if you don’t even know-“ he tightened his grip, “… alive, skeleton monster’s preferably, and one’s with lots of magic in their reserves.” It stuck its tongue out.
He smiled, “of course, that can be arranged.”
It huffed, clearly displeased with this arrangement, but didn’t comment further. Sweet and clever? How lucky of him.
Even though his subordinates were still in the other AU, he decided to teleport straight back to his lair. He could always go out and drag them back if they didn’t return themselves. As it was, they were replaceable, and much less interesting at the moment.
It shivered a bit at the teleportation, before wincing. It didn’t do anything else though, much less animated now. The previous bravado could have been an act, but it was just as likely this silent treatment was as well.
Studying it had been an excuse, yet he could feel himself wanting to know more about it anyway.
“So, what exactly are you?” He hummed, walking towards one of the many, many uninhabited rooms of his castle.
It huffed, “just a parasite man. Nothing special.”
He could feel a blend of resentment and annoyance behind the words. Hurt pride. Apparently it didn’t see itself as ‘nothing special.’ Smart enough to want to lose his interest but still holding a rather large ego. Cute.
He hiked it up further in his arms, setting his head on its shoulder. “And are you telling the truth, pest? Because I find you rather interesting.”
It raised its shoulders and ducked its head, either hiding its neck or flustered. Probably both. “You're not going to flatter me that easily man. You literally snapped my leg.”
He laughed, leaning his head back and giving it as much space as he could while still carrying it. “I suppose you are right. Then, may I ask your name?”
“Fresh.”
“How… quaint.”
It made an amused click at his reaction. Non-skeleton, unique. He mentally noted it down as a positive reaction.
“You?”
“Nightmare.”
It actually laughed outright at that, “I’ll say you are.”
He humphed at its words, but didn’t comment further as they got to the room he’d planned to drop it off at. He made it to the bed and dumped his haul onto it without much fanfare. It snarled, a new noise he noted pleasantly, but didn’t otherwise protest. A trip and back from the dungeon would just be a short journey, but before he went…
He grabbed its face, hands smushing its cheeks and forcing it to look up at him. “You are not to back out of this deal, understand, parasite? I know the scent of your negativity now, and there is nowhere you can go that I wouldn’t be able to follow. Understand?”
It growled, low.
He tightened his grip to painful levels, “I said-“
“Yeah yeah. I understand.”
“Good.”
With that, he let himself melt into the ground and into the dungeon. Not many monsters resided down in its depths, but the ones that did hadn’t been for long. They wouldn’t be alive if they had.
He strolled towards the newest prisoner, the one who’d probably have the most magic in their stores. He wanted to be a good host, after all.
They noticed him a moment too late, unable to say even a single retort. A quick jab between the bars, slamming their skull against the wall, and they were out. Not even bothering to go into the cell, he let one of his tentacles wrap around their ankle before teleporting back to his newest curiosity.
It, Fresh, was sitting up, legs dangling off the bed. It was testing its broken leg, no pain in its face. Either its earlier reaction had been faked or it had a very dynamic relationship to its hosts and what it could and couldn’t feel from them.
Either way, his entrance stopped its actions. He hummed, breezy as wind through a tree’s branches, “you wouldn’t be leaving before I could serve you dinner, would you?”
It smiled back, equally fake. “Not at all broseph. Just stretchin’. You know how it is.”
“Of course.” Paired with a close-eyed smile. And the last killer said he couldn’t socialise.
“Whatcha got there?” It motioned with its foot at the near-corpse he’d dragged along with him.
“Well, dinner of course. Didn’t I promise you a fine meal?”
It regarded him with suspicion, not seeming to have believed he was really going to do that. That made sense, of course. Very few monsters would genuinely offer you a live person to eat.
“Sick man.” It grinned, false enthusiasm, “so can I just dig in or what?”
“Of course. Just let me watch.”
“Nasty, but I guess I won’t be telling you to leave or nothing.”
Nightmare just smiled pleasantly, dragging the body closer and tossing it into the bed with Fresh.
It grimaced, scooting over to the body. Crawling over them, it struggled with more stiff movements in its leg. It glanced over at him a couple more times as it got ready, frown growing more severe with each look.
He didn’t bother to stifle his grin. It seemed it was a shy eater.
“Go on…” he cooed, and was rewarded with an uncomfortable shiver.
“You’re a real creep, you know that bro?”
“And you are the one going to eat a man alive.”
It rolled its eyes, but didn’t comment further. Finally, just when he was beginning to grow annoyed, it started.
The soft body he’d seen earlier, now creeping out of Fresh’s skull and into its new hosts, looked remarkably like an octopus. It moved like a liquid, each tendril viscous in a way eerily similar to himself, and it flowed from one eye-socket to another.
It shivered in on itself and flashed splotchy white’s in the open air, flushing red the second it was safe in the cavity of its new host's body. Tasting the air, he could tell shifting colors correlated with its emotions.
When the last lagging tendril finally snapped out of the old body, he heard the snap of a Soul cracking. As if that was the signal, the old body fell limp, and he watched as its new one convulsed for a moment, unsettling twitches and pops emanating from it.
Fresh, and it was now Fresh, not whoever else had been inhabiting that body beforehand, shoved its previous host off of it just before it dusted. It settled on its knees, shaking itself out like a dog. Little pops and cracks rang out, and the creature looked more itself.
“Bravo.” He said, almost regretting not bringing it the body awake. That fear would have been… absolutely stunning.
It gave him another weird look, “You’re a freak, you know that dude?”
“Yes.”
“So you just want me acting my normal radical self?”
“That would be the idea.” He smiled once more.
It grinned back.
A blink; another, and it was gone. He coughed, flinching back and covering his mouth. The room had filled with colorful fog, dense with magic. It felt eye watering, almost citrusy.
He stepped back until he was out of the room, but the colorful mist was already fading. Looking for the emotional beacon the parasite surely was, he didn’t feel it in the AU.
He shook for a moment, clutching the doorframe, laughing. And what did he expect but for it to run off at the first opportunity? He didn’t tell it it needed to stay in his castle.
This was going to be far more amusing than he assumed.
