#horrtober

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Horrtober Day 4: Kidnapping

Warnings: Kidnapping

Universes: Underswap and Fellswap

Characters: Underswap Papyrus, Fellswap Papyrus

Rating: Mature

*Minors are allowed to read this, but please heed the warnings

“Ya wanted to see me?” Stretch approaches his Fellverse counterpart, smoke in hand, and hoodie unwashed in weeks despite Blue’s protest, but Rus doesn’t seem to mind with his own cigarette in hand and filthy jacket.

The Fell monster blows out his smoke, eyes tired and vacant. Something is on his mind, Stretch could tell. The Swap monster closes the space between them, pushing Rus’s smoke out of the way, while the Fell counterpart glides his hands up Stretch’s loose shorts.

“It’s not like you to call me outta the blue like this,” Stretch purrs.

Rus chuckles, and tilts his lover’s head to meet his, and presses their teeth together, inhaling his smoky scented breath between them. Stretch sighs contently, his soul racing while in his lover’s arms. Rus pulls back a second later, his eyes dark and downcasted, and his hands visibly shaking. Stretch tilts his head and squeezes the other’s hand tightly, asking him what’s bothering him. Was it his brother again? Stretch doesn’t understand why Rus just doesn’t leave his abusive sibling and come live with him and Blue, but then again, Rus is a Swap Papyrus at heart, so Stretch does understand. He’d do the same for Blue.

Under his breath, Rus murmurs something.

“What was that, doll? I didn’t quite catch that,” Stretch whispers ever so softly.

A sudden pain stings the back of his neck and before he could react, the world spirals into darkness.

Rus catches the Swap skeleton as he slumps over, his eyes closed and mouth hanging open slightly. With a small grunt, he slides his arms under his lover’s knees and picks him up bridal style, pausing before he teleports back home. Rus’s soul clenches and tightens, bearing more weight than he could ever remember. He knows that he doesn’t have to betray his love, but he can’t betray his brother either. No matter the pain, the consequences, the heartache, Black will always be his top priority.

“Forgive me, Stretch. M’lord wants a new pet.”

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The Child's Play series has always been among my favorite horror films, so i take advantage of the new movie to make a fan art. It is true that in October I see a lot of arts in relation to #inktober but personally I prefer more dark works on the month of terror. Hope you enjoy it! #halloween #chucky #Horrtober #sketcheveryday #procreate #manga #illustration #ipadpro #traditionalart #anime #drawing #illustrationart #anime #cultofchucky

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Horrtober Day 1

Day 1: Bugs

Warnings: Bugs

Character(s): Underfell Sans

Rating: Mature

Summary: Red finally dies and faces his judgement. 

*Minors are welcome to read, but please mind the tags. 

“Hell,”

The Judge pounded his gavel, the hard thump of his judgement echoed throughout the car and vibrated his essence.

Red didn’t even have time to take in what happened. Before he knew it, he was falling. Falling, falling endlessly as a scream rips through his throat, a sea of arms reaching out towards him from the cavern wall. He watched the light from above disappear before him and he continues to fall among the cries of despair.

What did he do wrong? What did he do wrong?!

The wailing drowns out his screams until the force of impact cracked his spine, which sent a hot knife down every trace of his spine, but being dead, he was still able to move. Red slowly twitched his fingers, and shifts around. He sighs in relief that nothing seemed to be wrong, except for the pain. A scuffle runs under Red’s palm and he instinctively flinches away.

There was something not quite right with the floor. Why was it moving?

Red turned his head and his vision focused on the colony of cockroaches scurrying around. He soon realized that everything under him was shifting and moving, like he landed on a bed of roaches. Normally, such things wouldn’t bother him. But something about these bugs, were not the same as the ones above. Their gleaming red eyes glinting off the cavern, their antennas buzzed loudly in anticipation, and their wings twitched excitedly. The cockroaches all surround him, licking his bones.

Red opened his mouth to scream, but a flood of roaches crawled in, more and more until he could no longer breathe. The ones outside bury themselves in his skin, devouring his sweating skull while the ones inside chomp through his soul.

He begged for mercy, for forgiveness, and death even as the roaches chewed their way through him, crawling in his eye sockets and worming around his pelvis. The sweet mercy of unconsciousness never came, and the fallen monster remained forever trapped in the endless cycle without the grace of light ever reaching him.

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Horrtober Day 2 - Claustrophobia

Day 2: Claustrophobia

Warnings: Major character death, claustrophobia

Character(s): Horrortale Toriel, Aliza 

Rating: Mature

Summary: Toriel will not lose another child. 

*Minors are welcome to read, but please mind the tags.

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE HAPPY HERE!” the deranged maternal goat monster wails as she throws the last of her fireballs, collapsing against the Ruins exits, tears streaming out of her green eyes.

Her large paws covers up most of her face, and Aliza pulls the monster in tight hug. She tells her that she’s sorry, that she would’ve been a good mother, but she can’t stay here, she has to keep going. Toriel sniffles and wipes away her tears. As the monster gives the human one last embrace, she’s glitched into the past, a memory of another child, with the same brown hair, and determined spirit, how they broke her heart and never returned. How they killed Asgore and allowed Undyne to become Empress. How they destroyed the Underground. Toriel will not let that happen again.

“You’ll be good, my child, won’t you?” Toriel hums patiently.

Aliza nods her head.

“Wonderful. You’re such a lovely little human,” her green eyes glows brighter and before Aliza could scramble back and escape, the monster squeezes the human’s small body against hers a little tighter, her cracking bones echos throughout the hallway, and suffocating her.

A few moments later, Aliza falls limps in Toriel’s hold and with a heart full of love, the matron carries the child’s body back upstairs. This time will be different. No child will ever leave her again and she will make sure of it. Unlocking the room that is marked for “renovations”, Toriel sets Aliza’s body down on the dusty floor. Inside, stands a lone closest full of striped shirts and children’s shoes, from a time that better be forgotten. She tosses some of the clothes out for space and shoves Aliza’s unconscious body inside, locking the closet and throwing away the key.

“Now you will never  leave me,” Toriel coos, stroking the wood lovingly before leaving and locking the door behind her.

Is she dead? No, can’t be. Aliza has died before, death does not look like this. She breathes a little heavily, no doubt from her rubs crushing her lungs, but she can deal with that. Looking around, she is surrounded by darkness and nothing else, but the world around her, is much too small. With her hands, she feels the space around her, all met wit the same wooden texture only a few feet apart, leaving enough room for her to wiggle around and nothing else. She can’t even fully extend her legs. With tremendous effort, Aliza manages to sit up, her hands wandering out to find the opening. Even pushing with all her might, which isn’t much to begin with, the doors will not budge.

Aliza pounds on the door, her screams mixing in with her tears until her knuckles bleed, “MOMMY! MOMMY! PLEASE LET ME OUT! I’M SORRY!”

After hours, her throat chokes up as her raspy voice scratches the inner walls. The dark world around her spins and she rests her head against the closet to slow it down, but it doesn’t. It keeps on spinning faster and faster, and the walls close in until she’s suffocating, beads of sweat rolling down her flushed face, her heartbeat ringing louder and louder than before. The weight of the darkness bears too much as it fulls her lungs with its dark musk and fills her brain with demonic tortures. Flashes of odd colors dances across her vision, and she isn’t sure if this is reality anymore. Her hands snake up to her head and she rips out chunks of her hair to get a grip on reality, then resort to banging her head, over hand over. Something wet oozes down her head, but with the tight grip around her throat, she continues to smash her head against the door. It’s the only thing that makes sense anymore. The darkness around her spins even more and with all the determination she has, Aliza slams her head in once more, and the  next thing she knows, she’s falling once more.

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Horrtober Day 10- Boiled Alive

So I missed a few days because I got extremely tired and busy so please forgive me, this is hard. 

Warnings: Death

Characters: SF Undyne, SF Chara

Rating: Mature

Summary: Undyne gains a new experiment. 

Chara sits up groggily, holding their throbbing head. They groan, placing their head in between their knees until they notice the world about them. Darkness. Pure darkness except for a large ring of light above them. They stumble around, finding a warm metal wall and follow it, sensing that they are traveling in circles. They try to think back to how they got into this situation, but instead flashes of light bursts within their vision, their head ringing with high pitched screams every time they think too hard. It doesn’t matter right now anyway, they need to focus on getting out.

The ring of light above them expands, temporarily blinding them, but they look up, using their hand to shield them from the light. Once their eyes adjust, they blink and find a humanoid fish monster, with dark blue scales, their smile revealing their sharp yellow teeth, and their red hair pulled back into a tight bun.

“Hellloooooo!!!!! Human!!!!! Are you awake yet!!!!!” she yells, her scratchy voice echoes throughout the metal container. She doesn’t give you time to respond, “I must personally thank you for volunteering! It’s so rare to have a human come by, and even rarer to study them!”

Her high pitched, crazed laughter, bounces in their head, but they can’t make sense about anything. They don’t understand how they got here, they don’t know who she is, or what she means about volunteering. Their blood runs cold from the word “experiment”  and as soon as she came, the darkness returns. They bang on the walls, begging to be let out, that they don’t want to die, and to please spare their life.

“Don’t worry!!!!!!!!” the monster’s voice says from the other side, “If you die, you can just reset!!!!! We’ll play this game over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over AGAIN!!!!!!!!”

Chara whimpers and sobs, weakly banging on the metal walls, and suddenly, a torrent of water floods at their feet, slowly rising up to their knees. The human panics, slowly wading through the rising water in search of anything they can use to float, but alas nothing. The murky water stops right below their neck, much to their relief, but they still tilt their head in confusion. What is that fish planning on doing? They cup their hands, allowing the water to spill out like a waterfall, the dripping somewhat calming and relaxing. At least the temperature feels nice, like a warm bubble bath.

They cling onto the side of the wall, preserving their energy, but the longer they stay in the heated container, their eyes droop as their muscles relax, the steam rising and clinging onto their face, mixing in with their sweat. Eventually, their muscles give in and they collapse underwater, the floor burning their bare feet and hands. Chara accidentally inhales, coughing up the water, then frantically swims up, gasping for air, but it doesn’t stop there. The heated floors continue to heat up, burning away the skin of their feet already and the water bubbling around them. Chara screams as the heat stings their bare skin, sweat dripping down their head. They try to claw their way up, but with nothing to grip on and the moisture from the steam, they just fall back down, right into the scalding hot water. Their skin singes and bubbles, and dripping into the murky water. Chara continues to shriek, their lungs choking on the intense rising steam, the scalding water eating away at their exposed muscles. They fall back into the water, their eyeballs immediately melting right off as they fail in the depths, reaching, begging with their melting arm into the darkness.

But nobody came.

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Horrotber Day 5- Burned at the Stake

Warnings: Burning to death, religious themes Universe: Undertale

Characters: Toriel Rating: Mature, 

Summary: Humans will do anything to expel the devil. 

*Minors are welcome to read, just heed the warnings. 

“Please….don’t do this. Don’t prove them right…I know there is good inside you,” the former queen’s eyes swell with fat tears, trailing down her face and soaking her white fur.

Underneath her, various humans excitedly throw piles and piles of tinder at her feet, eager to “expel the devil” from this mortal world. Toriel struggles in her binds, her massive claws tied behind a large wooden pillar, but escape is futile. She couldn’t even summon her magic to get her out of this mess. Once the humans seem pleased with the large circle of kindle surrounding her, they all step one, except for one in a white cloak, their hood covering up their face. A holy book rests in their hands, turned to a bookmarked page.

“You are the devil’s consort, a witch, an unholy spirit,” he speaks clearly and soundly, holding up two fingers pressed together to ward out demonic spirits, “You and your kind were sent to ravage his holy world and everything good, but as a servant of God, I will not allow that. I must send you back to hell where you belong.”

A faithful follower hands the hooded man a torch, and he simply tosses it into the kindle, the flames spreading faster and faster with each passing moment.  The flaming killer shows no mercy as it scorches her feet, burning away her fur and tearing away her sensitive skin. The black smoke rises and coils around her neck like a snake, choking her until her eyes budge out, the desperate need for hair overriding her every instinct, yet she could no nothing about it. The flame bursts higher, licking away her entire being, crushing her soul with it’s heat, ignoring her deafening screams and pleas for mercy until her smoke fully engulfs her lugs.

The humans stand there, clapping as the poor goat monster burns to her death, the screams cease as soon as all of her fur singed off. The fire crackles and roars, blackening the body and melting it, until there’s nothing left but a pile of ash. Once the crowd finally disperse, the hooded figure, kneels down and grabs a handful of the remains of the monster, letting the ash fall through his fingers like sand. One down, an entire species to go.

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Horrtober Day 3 - Crucification

Day 3: Crucification 

Warnings: Major body injuries, religious themes, blood

Character(s): Undertale Sans, Undertale Papyrus, Undertale Frisk/Chara

Rating: Mature

Summary: Only an angel can stop a demon 

*Minors are welcome to read, but please mind the tags.

“Nyeh….” Papyrus groans as the hammer impales the nail into his right hand, blood oozing from the hole, just as his left hand and crossed feet.

The wooden cross bears no comfort, much to his dismay, and stray splinters poke and prodding at his ribs. Translucent orange tears stream down his face, but Sans just wipes them away, his eye sockets sullen and his eye lights ringed with a purple hue. The older skeleton caresses his younger brother’s face, kneeling down to press kisses across his cheekbones. Papyrus shudders from the act, but reminds himself that this is the only way to save his brother from the madness. He must do whatever he can.

“Bro, you are an angel,” Sans’s long tongue flicks a droplet of blood from his hands, “All you need now is your halo.”

The older skeleton reaches to his side, and places a buttercup flower crown on top of Papyrus’s head, then sighs wistfully, one of eye sockets twitching. The younger brother whimpers, wondering how something so light can weigh so heavy on top of him. Sans snaps his fingers and the entire cross flicks into a blue haze, his eye glowing blue and yellow as a sign of his activated magic. He steadily brings the cross up, until Papyrus is high above the ground and the wood is planted neatly in the snow. He groans from the pressure of the nails, the wind and snow tickling his face.

“S-Saaaans,” Papyrus moans, the height and the temperature making him dizzy and his bones rattling behind the howls of the wind.

“Shhhh, don’t worry, Angel,” Sans hums, leaning against the wood, “You will save us all. You will free the Underground. I will make sure of it,”

Papyrus’s head spins in confusion until he squints and notices a figure coming out of the the large ruins door. He watches them traverse through the Snowdin forest with ease, as if the whole terrain was familiar to them, though he can’t tell what it is yet until they got closer and closer, till he finally recognizes it as a human. His soul races even more as a burst of old energy rejuvenates him, eager to carry out his lifelong dream, then remembering his predicament. The human stops at the cross before him, their head tilting, then looking up straight through his soul. He gasps in horror, his nerves unraveling as their bright red eyes and crooked smile pierced through his soul with their knife.

The demon stands before him.