Bared Collar Chap. 4
Blue finally gets to talk with Razz and Slim (and really, those names???)
Tags: Violence, Cursing, General secrets and shit
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It was a few hours later that Blue was finally able to hint to Fell and Red that he was really more tired than anything and not fully up to a sleepover. Enough time to thoroughly put them off the trail of their new guests, enough time to make sure they wouldn’t pop back in unexpectedly just to “check in”.
Once they were safely through the portal, Blue finally let himself release the breath he’d been holding the entire time he’d been acting as if nothing was wrong. Grabbing a few water bottles from the fridge, throwing on his jacket before heading outside into the snow.
He knocked twice on the door, Stretch recognizing the pattern and calling out a sleepy “Come in!”. He’d need to sleep soon, Blue was certain of it. He went to open the door, only to have a snarling face in his own, a sharp bone held to his neck. Blue grabbed it with his free hand, taking the Sans’ momentum and using it to throw him behind him.
“Its me!” he yelled, taking a fighting stance just in case the Sans didn’t recognize him at first, but thankfully he took a second look at Blue and clicked his fangs, letting the bone dissipate.
“Finally. Its becoming cold.” was all he said, heading back inside the shed where Stretch was laying slack against the wall and the Papyrus was leaned against the opposite wall, eyelights fuzzy but alert. Blue would have introduced himself if Stretch didn’t beat him to it, flopping a hand up.
“Slim, this is my brother Blue. Blue, this is Slim,” he pointed a sloppy finger to the Papyrus, “and Razz.” The finger moved to point to the Sans.
Blue gave them both an even look, but neither of them seemed to mind the nicknames so he went with it. Padding over to his brother, Blue hefted him up and over his shoulder, patting his back as he headed back for the house.
“Bro you can’t be pushing yourself like this. I know he was hurt pretty badly but honestly.” Blue admonished him, glancing back to make sure their new guests were following him up and into the house. Stretch was giggling sleepily as he patted a little pattern on Blue’s back.
“But brother, he definitely needed it. Like for sure.”
Blue only shook his head, marching into the house and up the stairs to the second floor and Stretch’s bedroom. It was neat, pretty much a poetic chaos of mess that came across as clean from the outside perspective, but the messiest part of the room was the bed that Blue set his brother in.
“G’night brother…” Stretch mumbled, already drifting off from being horizontal. Blue covered him up carefully, pecking him on the forehead, before leaving and heading back downstairs where Razz and Slim were waiting, uncomfortable.
“I supposed I need to explain a few things, don’t I?” Blue asked, sitting heavily on the couch and directing them to take the loveseat across from him.
“No, your brother told us enough. That this is a… nice. World.” Razz spat the word nice as if it was poisonous, which told Blue just how much Razz believed what Stretch had told him. Well, it was his job to make sure they understood the basic rule, at least.
“I’ll just say this, okay?” Blue made sure they were listening before he continued. “You aren’t to hurt anyone or dust anyone, at all, while you’re in this universe.”
His eyelights guttered out, his smile growing tight as he continued. “Now, if someone else draws first blood?” He chuckled, eyelights flickering back to life. “Then you can do what you need to. We understand each other?”
Razz and Slim were staring at him as if he’d grown another skull, but both nodded. Blue smiled. “I’m glad. Now, would either of you like to help me with supper?”
