Soo... I thought about this before I went to sleep, and, I felt like I should write it down.
Not really sure about the quality of this, or even about "what the fuck is happening to my mind when I'm sleepy??"
But here we go, warnings:
• Cannibalism
• Reader's death (although I don't really like it, I think it fits well)
• Made by stupid writer
• Delusional yandere/yangire?
Sorry for not posting a lot. I don't know what is happening to me. But I think is probably a writer's block. Or I'm just dumb.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy 😘🐑
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Honeymoon
"- Is a lovely night out there, right darling?"
No answer.
"- Is beautiful, really. I'm so tired from all the cleaning and cooking, but it was all worth it."
No answer.
"- This is such an special day, I didn't want it to go to waste."
No answer.
"- I bet it'll taste delicious!"
…
Yet, no answer.
A lonely groom is sitting by himself at a dinning table. Praying for the wonderful food he made, all by himself.
It was a delightful scene, and the smell was intoxicating.
Really fiting. Even when cut to pieces and cooked, you were just so intoxicating.
"- God bless."
The man starts to eat, savoring the flavor of caramelized human meat with a hint of orange in the mix. So it can truly bring your flavour to life.
The delusional man can't help but smile at every bite, euphoria runs through his veins. Like a happy child who just got their favorite candy. Every bite he says your name. Thinking that maybe, you really are in the room, maybe you're just shy for his form of love.
Or maybe, your spirit is mad at him.
He hopes he didn't do anything wrong, of course, he doesn't want to make you mad! He just waited so long for the perfect day, where he can show you how much he loves you.
To protect you. To love you. To hide you. To worship you.
To eat every single remain of your flesh, and erase every single evidence about your divine presence in this miserable world.
To consume you.
He always planned to do this on the perfect day, but he never new when was the perfect day. Maybe he should have waited until you were dying? He could've waited longer, but the hunger and greediness from his childish nature could not wait so long. He would probably end up killing you anyway.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no! Not killing, saving!! Saving you!
Saving you from this world darkest scum. Right now, he is your hero, and you his lady in distress.
How romantic.
He always fantasized about doing this when he was stalking you. You were too precious for this world, [Y/N]!!
You didn't noticed him staring at you. Praising you, worshipping you. You thought he was "cute".
You told him he was your type.
Well, not directly, but you did say that to a friend you holded very dearly, so it must be true!
You said "sure, we can go out". We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, WE! You were thinking just like him, right??! Thinking about uniting yourselves and combining into one.
Emotionally, physically, oh darling, he knew you were the one!!
And then, you said "yes".
You wanted to marry him. An mortal marrying an angel, how scandalous!
Awn, now he is sad. He is going to miss your voice. Your laughter, your shiny personality, how your eyes sparked while you were alive.
Well, he has a lot of parts he didn't cook yet, so maybe he can make an doll with some of the stuff left? Maybe he should look at how to summon a ghost…
Anyway, he can think of what he can do later. Now, he is the happiest man in the planet!
"- Oh darling, you're so delightful! I'm so glad we're together now, forever."
Okay so like... How would everyone have reacted if Dust ended up killing Y/N the first time they met? I’ve been wondering :o
Papyrus :: Poor Papyrus would be deeply affected by her death as he would blame himself for having failed to protect her. She had quickly grown to be one of his best friends, after all, and having witnessed her death first-hand would leave him broken for some time. Of course, he’d do his best to try to stay positive - he knows she wouldn’t ever want to see him sad, after all - but… it would still hurt a lot… He’s never lost someone like that before. To him, her death would be a large, dark stain on his otherwise bright world, one that would never fully go away. He learns that day just how unfair the world can really be…
Sans :: When he finds out he thinks it’s just some sort of sick joke at first. A variant appeared and killed her? Just like that, without any provocation whatsoever? When the truth comes to light Sans will be outright distraught, his emotions frequently flitting between grief and the utter rage he feels toward Dust. Y/N deserved better than to die like that! After listening to Papyrus recount what had happened he’d be haunted by countless questions, to which he’d never know the answers. Had she thought Dust was him in her final moments? Had she thought he was betraying her? She must have been so scared, so terrified, and he… he should have been there. He knew he had no way of ever knowing something like this could happen, but it wouldn’t stop him from beating himself up over it.Seeing how badly it’s affecting his brother wouldn’t help matters, as Sans would feel the need to mask his grief in order to support Paps. It would eventually eat away at him and he would even go as far as to contemplate on visiting Frisk, to see if they really, honestly couldn’t Load or Reset anymore. But… no, he couldn’t do that… she’d never want to sacrifice the others for a second chance…Stretch :: Stretch would be traumatized by the news and will have a difficult time coming to terms with her death. In the days following the attack, he would throw himself into his work in an attempt to distract himself, his attention focused solely on the machine when he wasn’t supporting Blue in his times of grief. This Y/N was gone, but… maybe she was still alive in his own Universe? They wouldn’t be the same, he knows that… they could never be the same. But with his grief clouding his judgment he’d still do anything to get her back, regardless.Blue :: Like Papyrus, Blue is deeply shaken and disturbed by her death. He’s never experienced a loss like this and, between the waves of profound grief and bitter resentment he feels toward Dust for having taken away someone so precious to him, Blue honestly doesn’t know which way to turn. Add to that the fear he feels as he watches his brother slowly falling apart before him and the once-bubbly Blueberry finds himself struggling to keep his once cheery and innocent outlook on life.Black & Edge :: Black and Edge would have similar reactions, both appearing shocked by the news. Each would demand Dust’s head as retribution for having had something that belonged to them taken away, but… after that? Well, they’re terribly familiar with having death around them, but… her death seems to affect them differently, regardless. Edge grows to be a good deal more stoic than he was previously and tends to be outwardly hostile toward those around him now, with Red often being the one he lashes out to. Black’s already-short fuse grows to become even shorter, and although he’s not as inclined to assault his brother during his bouts of anger as Edge is, Black is no less prone to violence. Red :: Red takes the news the hardest out of everyone, and it shows. He constantly finds himself torn between laughing over how completely fucked up the world is to take someone like her away and spending days at a time locked away in his room mourning. Sleep and booze can only numb the pain so much, and between his grief and the fact that Edge has turned to him to let loose his own anger and frustrations in life now, Red quickly finds himself reaching his limits. This universe or his own… he doesn’t care which one he’s in anymore. Neither one matters to him anymore.Hickory :: The news of Y/N’s death numbs Hickory, leaving him feeling hollow and empty. He knows he shouldn’t be surprised - it was bound to happen eventually because let’s face it; nothing that shines as brightly as she did could ever hope to last long in such a world. Hell, had it been his own Universe she’d have likely died a lot sooner. But… those thoughts don’t comfort him as much as he’d like and, like Sans, he finds himself plagued by what-ifs. What if he’d managed to stabilize the machine before all of that, and Dust had never appeared? What if it had been anyone other than Dust - surely she would still be alive, right?He does his best to stomp out his emotions, numbing them with drugs and alcohol for a time and attempting to move on. He attempts to convince himself that there’s no point in mourning for a human like her, that she was just another face that comes and goes in his life just like any other. The end result isn’t as clean-cut as he’d like, and he’s never able to truly forget her, but eventually, the memory of her doesn’t sting as badly as it used to…
✿ —— B O N U S —— ✿
Dust’s Fate :: In regards to Dust, it may very well be possible that he’d be judged and executed by the residents of the lodge. While there are a few less than savory individuals that had been dragged into this Universe, Dust will have been the first variant to have openly attacked and killed a person without any provocation (the fact that it was their human only makes it that much worse). Although Dust does have a slightly higher LV than Classic who, prior to Dust’s arrival was the highest, he also has a great deal of negative Karma, which would prove to be his downfall in any fight against the four Judges of the lodge.Y/N’s Fate :: Following her death, Y/N’s body would be turned over to the care of Mark, who would oversee her cremation and funeral. The boys would be present as her ashes are scattered from a ridge overlooking the valley - the same location the ashes of her sister and parents had been scattered two years prior. The boys would leave the loft as it was, as something of a memorial to her. Sans, Stretch, and Red would visit it on occasion and speak to the silence as if she was still there with them…
Shawn let out a growl before smashing the glass jar to pieces. “Shawn!” his mother yelled worriedly, running upstairs. When she saw the mess with the papers and glass, she froze. She remembered making those with Y/N to make sure he didn’t breakdown during tour. Beautiful cursive words littered the floor, making Shawn even angrier.
Then, he spotted a white envelope sticking out of his mattress. He walked over, angrily yanking the envelope out.
“Mum…” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.
Karen just left without another word, closing the door behind her. It was obvious she knew what it contained.
“Shawn…” he read out loud softly. “If you see this, it’s either a mistake or we’ve broken up. If we haven’t broken up yet, put this letter down right now, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. Don’t you dare read on or else I will find you and I will kill you.” Shawn chuckled a little at that. “Oh, and make sure you crawl over to say sorry to me for digging through my personal things. Anyways, hello. We probably haven’t talked a lot after the break up. I know I broke up with you, Shawn. There are so many reasons behind that, but for now I’ll only be able to tell you one. I have cancer. I have 5 days to live.
"When I first met you, I was beyond happy and complete and I thought that no one could ever destroy that. I was so carefree and enjoying life as I cruised through the days with you. But after about our 5th date, my life turned around completely. That was the day when I figured out I had cancer cells roaming around my body. The cells were small and still weak so they said that they could extract them out or something like that. So after the date I went to the hospital to get the cells out. Thankfully, the surgery went well and I was whole again. I kept going out with you, hitting so many milestones and things like that. I was so selfish, Shawn. I never told you about anything about going to the hospital, about the cancer cells... I'm so sorry Shawn. I really, truly am.
"However now I need to let you go. I was too selfish for such a long time, never telling you anything, because I love you so much. A little too much."
Shawn was nearly in tears as he finished reading the letter. He paused for a second before throwing on his jacket, grabbed his car keys and ran outside to his car.
"Mum I'm going out for a while!" he yelled into the house.
"Alright, sweetheart!" he heard his mother yell back and immediately jumped into his jeep, driving to the big hospital that he knew Y/N went to.
Shawn got into the car and sped off the driveway, heart beating quickly. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, impatient, as he waited for the light to turn green.
He arrived quickly and ran into the hospital.
"I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N!" Shawn said urgently as soon as he rushed in the doors.
The nurse led him to Y/N quickly, nearly pushing him inside.
"Y/N..." Shawn chocked up at his girl's state. Her hair was all gone and she looked as frail as could be.
"Shawn?" Y/N asked, her words sometimes smushing together. "Shawn?"
"Yeah baby..." Shawn walked up to her bed side, crouching down. "I'm here sweetheart."
"No no no no no!" Y/N whispered, closing her eyes tightly. She re opened them, looking at her parents in despair. "How...?"
Her parents just looked at her sadly before awkwardly shuffling out of the room, leaving Shawn and Y/N together.
"Shawn..." Y/N said, looking at him. "Why are you here?"
Shawn's heart broke a little at those words, but he pushed away his feelings for a second. "Y/N, why didn't you tell me? We could've tried our best to figure everything out."
"Shawn, you and I both know that it wouldn't have worked out." Y/N took a deep breath before continuing. "Your career was just starting to shape up, and you and I were so much in love that we would've denied everything."
Tears rolled down Shawn's face as he grabbed Y/N's hands. "At least I could've been there for you."
Y/N slipped one of her hands out of his grip, wiping them away from his face. "You did everything you could do. For me and for yourself. I love you."
Shawn gently reached out, putting his soft lips on her chapped ones. After a minute or two Shawn moved away, scared that he might've hurt her.
"I love you too." Shawn breathed out.
But he received nothing from her.
"Y/N?" Shawn asked, staring at her still figure. He looked at the heart monitor next to her and saw that the line had gone completely flat, making a small long beeping noise. "Y/N!!!!! You can't leave me! Not now... not now..."
Shawn held onto Y/N's limp body, crying his eyes out. Nurses and doctors pushed in away after a while, taking hold of Y/N.
He ran out of the hospital and jumped into his jeep, blinded by all the grief and sorrow. When he got home, he ran up the stairs into his room, grabbing a pen and paper. He wrote down his pain and sorrow as the form of words, his writing filling the entire page with all the sadness that he was feeling now. He was literally pouring his heart and soul out into the song.
A/N: 931 words for my first imagine! Hope you liked it!
