@freaky-zombie-chick submitted: ((Finally I did it! Here is the first Blackberry and Freaky fic by me. Short and sweet, well more like short and tarty like Blackberry. I’m going to call their ship name UndeadBerry.))
The sound of screeching tires, the decal of skulls on the sides, the chrome and shiny black finish, spikes and studs along the trim, real black leather seats, and a real sliver skull mount on the handlebars to tie it all together. His motorcycle was in prim condition like it was fresh out of the factory.
Her eyes were wide in wonder she circled the motorcycle a few times, socking in every detail she could. She crouched here and there to get better views at it, her voice gasping with each new thing she discovered about it.
Freaky visited his place first. It wasn’t too far from where she lived. Only about thirty minutes minutes away in good traffic. Her car was recently new but had some wear and tear. The two were talking about something that led to vehicles which brought them outside.
“Oh my goodness, it looks like it belongs in a movie.” The zombie finally stood up and smiled in glee at Blackberry. “And you manage to keep in tip top shape, even living out in the woods. You must have put a lot of love and care into it.”
“WELL OF COURSE!” Blackberry beamed. “ONLY THE BEST OF THE BEST OF MOTORCYCLES ARE WORTHY TO MY STANDARDS!! FOR I, THE MALEVOLENT SANS, HAVE QUIET HIGH ONES!!”
She smiled only wider at him, and then she looked at her watch.
“Hey, it’s getting late. I better leave now before traffic gets bad.”
“WAIT?! YOU’RE LEAVING?!”
“Yeah if I don’t leave now, it’ll take me an hour to get home.”
The zombie was putting her stuff away in her car when she saw his face. The skeleton looked disappointed and was about to say something, but she spoke up first.
“Hey, how about you pick me up tomorrow at ten on that hot motorcycle of yours, and you show me around town? Sounds good?”
And that’s how she wound up waking up early and dressed how she was. Spiked ankle boots, ripped skinny jeans, a dark purple corset top, and a black leather jacket, and with spiked jewelry to tie it all together.
Right on cue, the skeleton monster pulled up in her drive way. She was waiting for him, leaning against the porch railing. The zombie was mostly waiting to see the look on his skull.
And it was worth it.
Once her removed his helmet and got a good look at her, his eye-lights went out. His whole face turned from a soft blush on his cheekbones to a full on skull indigo hue. And for once she had met this monster, he was speechless.
“You’re right on time.” She broke the ice.
The skeleton monster got his loud voice back. “THE MALEVOLENT SANS IS ALWAYS PUNCTUAL NO MATTER IT IS!!”
“Let’s get going then.”
The zombie went to towards the motorcycle and got her helmet. She sat right behind him and scooted close to him. She got as close she could before her chest was resting against his back. Then her hands went to his hipbones and slowly made her way to his waist. Freaky could feel Blackberry going rigid for a moment. She made sure she had a firm grip on him.
Finally he drove out of her beach home and towards town. The zombie didn’t know it yet, but this was their first official date and he planned to show her everything he could on that hot ride of his.
((What this? A two for one deal is what it is. Have some more FreakyHorror. Warning: mentioning of slight gore.))
He woke up once the sunlight reached his skull, blinding him a bit. He groaned a bit in annoyance, it was one of the best nights he had in a good while. The skeleton sat up and looked around. The room was decorated with odd pieces and was spotless. He could hear the ocean waves.
This isn’t his room.
Of course it wasn’t. He had stayed the night at her place. It explains how well rested he was but also how on edge he felt. The skeleton monster wasn’t used to this peacefulness. He remembers bits and pieces, at best, of time being in a cycle, a loop that never ended; and that a certain single factor was able to change all of that in a blink of an eye. He didn’t enjoy the uncertainty of what tomorrow could bring, left it open to the hands of fate and karma.
The distant sound of something falling to the ground brought him back to the now.
How long has he’s been sitting in bed?
His bone fingers were scraping the rim of his empty eye socket. He removed them, and shook off the feeling of yesterday to the here and now.
The smell was what brought him out of bed. The haunting reminder of hunger engraved in the very pit of his soul. He followed the meaty smell to the kitchen. The aroma was filled with frying bacon, the rich scent of coffee, and something familiar that something from the basement.
And there she was, hair up in a messy bun and dressed in an oversized t-shirt. The woman was picking up a pan; it was caused the crashing sound from before. The skeleton monster couldn’t help but stare right at her ass as she cleaned the mess. Her back was still towards him as she stood up. The bruises and bite marks he marked on her were healing at a rapid pace like always.
It intrigued but also annoyed him. She was dead yet had … healing magic? Humans have very weak, poor healing magic. Only mages could have stronger healing magic, but not as powerful compared to monsters. They need medicine, machines to help them.
“Did I wake you?” she interrupted his train of thought. Her voice was soft and caring. “Sorry about that. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”
He didn’t respond. She finally turned to look at him. His single eye-light was looking at her direction but more like through her.
“Sans.” The zombie snapped her fingers. “You okay?”
“yeah,” he finally spoke up.
“I see you’re not a morning person. It took me decades to finally wake up when the sun rises.” The zombie went back to the stove. “How do you like your eggs and bacon?”
“i’ll have them however you make them as long they’re eggcellent.”
“Okay, two chef choice coming right up.” She giggled at his pun and went back to cooking.
The skeleton monster sat down at the table and stared at her. He wasn’t used to this at all. He hated how on edge he felt, like the universe was the verge to grab him and throw him back to reality. But Sans was already there, on the surface, both him and his brother, freedom from the Underground, and he was with her.
He’s … enjoying this … all of this. When was the last time he felt content; truly happy living in the present? But the lingering past was clawing at his mind. A fake grin plastered on his face.
She hummed a bit and her cooking was about done. She got everything ready and turned the stove off. Their breakfast was simple, scrambled eggs and crispy bacon, but smelled like a 5-star chef cooked it. The zombie severed his plate first and then hers before sitting down across from him.
“Hope you like them,” she said.
They ate in silence for a bit. He noticed her eggs look different from his, there were some grey stuff in them. She caught him staring at her meal.
“Eggs and other meats are considered brain food, but it depends whose asking.” The zombie gave him a smile and continued to eat.
That was one thing out of several, she would never share with Sans. She made it clear that her collection in the basement was only for her and no one else. He understood and never questioned it. The skeleton noticed right away that the zombie hardly shared anything that involved her personal self. Granted she shared many others things, but those were mostly material things and her own body. But when it came to her past, she was a locked safe, hidden from all that knew her.
He didn’t even know her real name.
“You know,” she said, breaking his train of thought again, “I see you as a real friend. I haven’t had a real friend in-”
She pauses.
“-I can’t even remember how far back. But I want to say is that I enjoy spending time with you, beyond the sex.”
“well i do rise to the occasion when i see you.”
“You sure do.” The zombie winks and sticks out her tongue at him.
He gave out a chuckle.
“We have an understanding of each other, we don’t try to pry or try to fix each other. We share if we want to and I want to share now.”
Sans stopped eating a looked at her with his single eye-light.
“My kin name is an old one but the word that comes close to it is Rapture.”
The air was quiet, even the ocean waves outside fell silent for them. They stared at each other.
“nice to meet you rapture, i hoped last night was utter bliss for you.”
The zombie giggled at first and then her laughter grew to the point she had a hard time breathing.
“Oh sugar skull,” she snorted, “I can’t keep up with you this morning.”
Sans wouldn’t get used this anytime soon, but her laughter and smile made it seemed a bit better. He chuckled and made more puns.
He hated what he was doing.
The skeleton monster was making the zombie his anchor to the here and now.
((Seems to be a bit of trouble in paradise. I see Axe as the type of monster to keep his problems to himself. Freaky has spent a good amount of personal time with him to notice when something is off but knows better than to pry. She figures if Axe’s wants to talk, he will.))
the tortoise’s two cents: Oooo, this was awesome, Freaky! And I’m so sorry this took so long to post! I’m cleaning my askbox and queuing up asks/submissions, and I have to keep refreshing to load things because for some reason, tumblr likes to pretend half my asks aren’t there. So I just refreshed and realized I hadn’t posted this yet!
I love her and Black on the motorcycle, and I thought that Axe and Freaky bonding over breakfast was a nice touch. So was the fact that he recognizes what he’s doing--that he’s using her as an anchor to the present, rather than being consumed by the past--yet that doesn’t actually change anything. I see him as the type to keep his problems to himself, definitely.
These were great. <3