Wiptober 5: Awe-Struck!
Summary: When Slim invited him to hang out, somehow, Stretch wasn’t really anticipating a bar fight! Not his idea of a cool dude hangout, even if there’s nachos. And he is running out of nachos. :C Contains: MapleHoney! (Fellswap!Papyrus (Slim) x Stretch (Underswap Papyrus)
Note: This is actually like 99.9% done. I just gotta proofread it and format it! Also 100% my dumb sense of humor but I think it’s fun and I hope y’all do too ahaha.
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This wasn’t how Stretch thought this night was going to go, that’s for sure. Granted, when Slim had asked him to hang out, he wasn’t sure /what/ he expected. (And wasn’t that a surprise! Shy and quiet Slim approaching him to hangout, one on one!)
Sneaking snacks into a movie didn’t really feel like it was Fell speed, and nobody from Underswap was too keen on participating in a demolition derby. Fellswap’s bar seemed like the perfect compromise- they’d have the junk food and casual atmosphere Stretch wanted, and would still be edgy and exciting enough to keep Slim’s attention.
And well! That’s where Stretch is right now! Huddled under a grimy table, glass shards and other debris littering the floor like dangerous confetti as he watches the bar get torn up. For some reason, he has the nachos clutched against his chest like a teddy bear, fingers shaking as he crams chip after chip into his mouth.
‘What am I doing?’ Stretch thinks to himself, watching incredulously as he uses a chip to scoop up the cheese and salsa he spilled on his hoodie. A Loox just crashed into the table over there hard enough to break it in half, and he’s trying to soothe the nervous knots in his nonexistent stomach with an appetizer! It’s delicious. Just /what/ are his priorities?!
Stretch tenses as angry, determined footsteps pass right next to him, drawing further into his hoodie and chewing more quickly. It’s not like the colorful fabric is going to defend him, and it’s counterproductive to chew loudly while trying to hide, but he’s not exactly his best self right now. That margarita had been the size of his head, and even though he split it with Slim, it had been more like 80-20 than 50-50, and-
He jumps as a bunny monster falls like a rock with the imprint of three hands on her swollen cheek. A snowdrake and ice cap join her a few moments later in the same condition, out cold.
Yikes, Fellswap’s Muffet packs a mean punch. (Slap? He doesn’t dare check.)
Stretch peels off an olive and flicks it to the side, hunching further down as a magical attack whizzes close enough to slice the discarded olive in half. This is getting way rowdier than he expected, and while he can hold his own when pressed, he doesn’t like his odds. Free for all’s mean he’s free to sit out- but this does not feel like a very safe hiding place anymore. And he’s down to his last 5 nachos, so double bummer.
What now?
