Jan 7, 2023
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uhh i love Yandere characters ,I wanted to replicate Art in the style of Gacha, Yandere Sans x Chara, a mini comic that I like.
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Blueberry Yandere x Chara Underswap..
uhh i love Yandere characters ,I wanted to replicate Art in the style of Gacha, Yandere Sans x Chara, a mini comic that I like.
Because You Called My Name - Chapter 5
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B was off to work again, commenting earlier about how the payment was coming up soon, so they were going to come home later to drop by the bank. They left him with more food than usual, in case they got home way too late to warm up some dinner. Usually, he would be able to finish off all the food with no problem, but…
“So I had to throw a stick to make the dog go away. Real shame though, I really liked it. But it was barkin’ mad for the grub I got, so I had to give it the ol’ throw and run.”
The Sansy needed the food more than he did. Brass chuckles and nibbles on his sandwich.
“Did you steal the food from it or somethin’?”
“Nah. Well. Maybe. But the little guy was a bit too chubby anyways.”
“What was it?”
“A leftover drumstick. I think the little guy might of stolen it from a human, in which I inadvertently stole from him, maybe.” The Sansy took a big bite from his sandwich, not holding back this time. There was plenty of food for him to take anyways. Maybe Brass should get him a bag or something to hold all the food.
“Heh. You know, you don’t hafta steal food if you just come to my place.”
“Yeah but, all you got are sandwiches. I want the good stuff. Gotta get some meat on my bones somehow.”
“There’s meat in the sandwiches!”
“Yeah but,” the Sansy lifts up the slice of bread, slowly pulling out a slice of baloney, “my dude, baloney is not real meat. It’s literally the fakest meat in the world. Hence, the name.”
“You had ham yesterday!”
“Also fake.” The Sansy winks. “Come on, it’s sandwich meat. It’s about as gourmet as the trash can. And I’ve found better in the trash.”
“Like what?”
“Like hotdogs.”
“But isn’t that fake meat too?”
“The fakest, most delectable piece of meat in the world.” The Sansy smiles blissfully, putting down the sandwich and gesturing with his hands. “Long, solid, with a slight moist crunch-”
“I wouldn’t call it crunchy-”
“-with a meaty taste of unknown origins, topped off with ketchup upon piles of ketchup-”
“Okay, that’s just you-”
“-with a nice toasty bun to boot. The most gourmet outta all the fake meats.” Brass couldn’t help but snort.
“I guess they’re pretty alright.” The Sansy raises an eyebrow.
“And you call yourself a Sans. What do you like better?” Brass smiles, all fangs and sharp angles, a contrast to the blunt teeth the Sansy has.
“Raw meat.”
“Woah.” The Sansy picks up his sandwich and resumes eating, eyelights flickering down from Brass’ face to his food. “That’s uh, somethin’ I wouldn’t try. You didn’t sneak any in here, didja?” He acts as though he’s looking to see any sign of red stains on the bread, but Brass knows he doesn’t really care enough to do so.
“Haha!” He picks up his own sandwich and munches merrily. “No, but the taste of blood is somethin’ you don’t really get when ya cook the meats.”
“Color me surprised.” He takes a bite of his sandwich. “Or. Not. I don’t think I’d look good in blood.”
“Just think of it as red dye.”
“Welp, I’m not dye-ing to try out raw meat anytime soon so.”
“Pffft.” Brass finishes off his sandwich and looks out the window. The sun was starting to set. B wouldn’t be back for a long while, and Sansy was just about finishing his sandwich too. He was going to be alone for quite a while. It’s been awhile since he was alone. “Hey, uh.” He turns back to the Sansy.
“Hm?” He inhales the last bit of crust. “What’s up?”
“You wanna stay over?”
“...huh?”
“Ya know, like, a sleepover.” He scratches the back of his skull. The Sansy looks surprised, and Brass was starting to get the feeling that maybe asking was a bad idea.
“Uh, listen, Brass.” The Sansy gave him an awkward smile. “I uh, can’t stay over. Ever.”
“...Why not?” He wasn’t trying to guilt the Sansy into staying. Honestly, he wasn’t. Nor did he WANT to sound sort of dejected and hurt, he really wasn’t. But he wasn’t going to deny that he was disappointed. “I-I mean, wouldn’t it be safer just to stay here?”
“I won’t deny that.” The Sansy looks out the window and begins gathering up the food in a pile to take back to… wherever his place was. Did he call it home? Was it home? “...But, I can’t just loiter around here forever, as much as the company here is great, and the food just as much.” He turns to wink and smiles a more genuine smile. “Besides, I still got some things to care of, and a dog to a-paw-ligize to, not to mention my own responsibilities to take care of. Ya gotta nice place, Brass. But,” he turns back to the ladder and looks down it. “It’s not my place.”
They both stood still, neither moving as the sun began to set. He couldn’t help but sigh. This looks ridiculous.
“Stop bein’ so dramatic.”
“Huh?”
“Just get down the ladder already. We’re not in some Western.”
“Heh, guess not, partner.” He pretends to tip a hat at Brass, making him snort in response. The Sansy even imitated a Southern accent.
“Come on, I’ll help you with the food.”
“Thanks, bud.” As he begins to climb down the ladder, another question, one that has been present since a while ago, begins to nag at him to say. This one was a bit more tricky, and it made him more nervous since he wasn’t sure the response would be a good one.
If there was one. Hell, maybe the Sansy might try avoiding the question. He does that a lot, after all.
“Hey, uh, Sansy, can I ask you another question?” He peers over the ledge and watches as the Sansy safely hops off the ladder to the ground.
“Shoot!”
“Uh…” Well, maybe it was too soon to ask him. They’ve only known each other for… maybe a few weeks? A bit longer maybe? How does someone make friends anyway? It took forever for him to trust B, maybe he should wait a little longer. “Um, nevermind.”
“If you say so.” The Sansy shrugs and raises his arms up to catch the food. Once Brass gets the food down, the Sansy waves and walks off.
Brass hopes he actually enjoys their conversations.
He hopes he’s not here just because of the food.
\\=\\
Ever since he told B about the Sansy, they’ve been preparing more food for the two to share. At first, the Sansy didn’t say anything about the sudden increase in food. He sort of just accepted what was handed to him and ate his share, making Brass feel slightly better as the bitty looked less and less starved. It’s when Brass takes out a packet of ketchup that the Sansy looks surprised and suspicious.
“...hey, uh, where’d you get that?”
“Huh? Uh,” Brass looks down at the packet in confusion, “didn’t you tell me ya liked ketchup?”
“Yeah, I mean, I do, but, you don’t usually have them out here. This is… a bit different.”
“I guess?” Was something wrong with the packet? He examined it carefully in hands. What was wrong?
“How… I mean, is today a special occasion?” The Sansy grins as though to cover up the beads of sweat on his skull. Brass lowers the packet in worry.
“No…? I mean, my human, uh, I call them B now, they gave it to me when I told them you liked ketchup-”
“They know I’m here?”
“Is that wrong?”
“...heh. No, not really.” The Sansy shrugs and takes it from him, but his hands are tense and the smaller phalanges grip the packet just a bit tightly. “Welp, might as well have some, right?”
“Uh, heh, right.” It’s unusually tense. The two of them eat in silence. He doesn’t know what to say. Did he do something wrong? It was just ketchup. Didn’t he say he liked ketchup? Well, the Sansy was slurping it down pretty quickly, so he had to like it. But there was still that tense corner of his smile that wouldn’t go away, like he was worried about something. Why wouldn’t he tell Brass what was wrong?
“Hey.” The Sansy speaks up first, dropping the empty packet down between them.
“...Yeah?”
“Can I ask you somethin’?”
“Sure.” The air around them goes cold, not quite like the world was at a standstill, but like they were the only two people left alive in the world. Brass pulls his jacket closer to his body.
“Do you see those posters out there, the ones with missin’ pets or whatever?”
“Uh, yeah, sometimes.”
“Does it ever make you wonder why they went missin’?” The thought never really crossed his mind.
“Wouldn’t it be because their owner wasn’t watchin’ them? Or they got loose or somethin’?” What was the Sansy getting at?
“Do you ever think that maybe… some of them don’t want to be found again?”
“...that’s… y’know, debatable.”
“But what if they didn’t want to go back to their home? Maybe there was no place for them there. Maybe there was nothing left to call home. But the posters are still up there, and the owners are still lookin’ for them. But what if they don’t want to come home?”
What the hell happened to this guy?
“I mean, I guess that could happen. But what if they do wanna go home? I can’t talk to dogs or cats, but it doesn’t look like all of them got lost on purpose.”
“Heh, I guess so. But you never know.” The Sansy leans back on his hands, smile deceivingly calm and easygoing. “If you ever see a poster for a missin’ bitty, it’s always better to ignore it.”
“What? Why would I-”
“Unlike cats and dogs,” he waves a hand in the air, and the empty packet between them crumples up into a ball, “there’s always a reason that they’re missin’.”
“Like… they ran away?”
“Probably. Or that they died somewhere and their owner doesn’t know. So. Ignore the posters. There’s always nobody to be found anyways.”
...Was he a runaway bitty? Why would he leave?
“But… What if the bitty is genuinely lost?”
“Believe me, buddy.” The Sansy’s sockets grow dark, the eyelights gone and making him look threatening. “If the owner is worth stayin’ for, then there’s no way they’d stray from their side.” Brass could feel himself bristle in response. “So don’t. Report. Lost. Bitties.”
“...Are you threatening me?” The Sansy closes his sockets and opens them, revealing the return of the eyelights. He winks as though nothing happened.
The chill in the air is gone.
“What’s there to threaten?” He gets up, collecting the leftovers and making his way to the ladder, one hand hovering the food while the other carefully holds onto the ladder. “Welp, I gotta go though. The bed calls, and it’s starting to get dark. See ya!”
“Hey, wait-” Before he can even finish his sentence, the Sansy already disappears below the edge. He scrambles up to his feet and makes his way over to the ledge, but the Sansy is already walking off with his food.
He didn’t let Brass help him carry it down this time. And how did he get down so fast?
A soft voice in the back of his mind reminds him that when in danger, Sanses move faster than usual.
But there was no danger. And the Sansy threatened him first, so technically, shouldn’t Brass be the one in danger?
Still…
It made no sense.
He was in such a rush to leave too. Usually he’d linger around a bit, maybe stretch his bones, before taking his sweet time back home. What the hell brought about the sudden abrupt attitude? Brass looks up at the crumpled packet of ketchup.
It was like a tiny soccer ball now. Not that he was gonna kick it around, of course. But still. Just how much force made it to that size?
What the hell just happened?
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The Sansy didn’t come back.
And he didn’t come back the day before, or the day before that. Now it was the weekends, and the Sansy doesn’t usually come on the weekends, but maybe today would be an exception.
And he would be waiting by the window just in case he did come by... but currently, he was busy watching B and the bitch talk shit out, and making sure the bitch didn’t try anything funny. As it turns out, B is a lot more reckless when they were tired and mildly annoyed. Today is payment day, and B was actively going out of their way to make the wait for the money extremely difficult to wait for.
“Just give me the damn cash!”
“Hold on, I need to finish putting the butter on the bread.” The bitch stands by the kitchen entryway, arms crossed as she glowers at B.
“Hurry the fuck UP!”
“I’m not done yet.” They slowly slather butter onto their toast. Then, with the speed of a snail, they bring it up to their mouth and take a bite. “...needs some sugar.”
“UGH!” B has a very petty side to them, it seems. Brass wasn’t letting the bitch sit down either, so she was forced to stand, tapping her foot impatiently while B continues to take their time. “You little FUCK, just hurry up and give me the cash!”
“I need some breakfast first.”
“Then FINISH!”
“Eating quickly is not good for your digestive tract, I’ve heard.” Very, very petty. It takes a solid hour for B to finish one slice of toast, and they only reason why they even finished it in the first place was because they were getting tired of the bitch’s bitching (heh, he thinks that the Sansy would have liked that one) and moaning.
The minute they were done eating, the money was quickly given to the bitch who then stomped out with a huff. At least, B was able to eat something for once. Even if it was out of spite, it was still something.
But he still has to worry about another person to feed.
One who has yet to appear. Did he have enough food? He had been hoarding a lot by the looks of it, but it couldn’t all still be good to eat. His attention focuses back on the window. What should he do? Maybe if he drops the ladder down…
“Brass?” B looks at him with concern. “Don’t you want to eat something?” There’s some raw meat and a cooked egg on a plate for him. His stomach grumbles. Ah, right, he shouldn’t neglect himself too.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Want me to come get you?”
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” They smile and pick him up, placing him down next to his plate. The weariness ever-so-present in their face lessens once they see him return their smile. Right, if they were going to refuse to take more breaks, then the least he could do was make their freetime worthwhile.
“Is there anywhere you wanna go?”
“Uh…” He chews on a piece of meat. Honestly, he doesn’t want to go out, but it looks like B would like to treat themselves to something, so he quickly searches his mind for a place to go. “How about… the mall?” The mall has an ice cream place, and he knows how much they love ice cream.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll go get ready while you finish.” They get up and go to their room to change and gather their things, leaving Brass alone to mull things over. The Sansy wasn’t going to come today, probably. Still, should he leave the ladder down?
...No, B wouldn’t let him leave the window open while they were gone. Maybe he should toss down his egg? Wait, no, the sill was pretty far from the table, and he’d look weird trying to run across the living room with an egg hovering above his head. Maybe they would come home early? Well, judging by how tired B looks, they probably would. And when B goes to take a nap, he can wait by the sill for the Sansy to show up. Yeah, that sounded like a solid plan. He quickly finishes his breakfast just in time for B to show up.
“Ready to go?” They offer him their hand.
“Yup.” He climbs on and they lower him carefully into their shirt’s chest pocket. B added some cotton padding on the inside, making it more comfortable to sit in. But for now, he decide to dangle his arms over the pocket edge, watching as B puts on their shoes and slides their wallet into their pant’s pocket. The walk out of the neighborhood is light and easy, filled with chatter about their days, about B’s new co-worker who is a little bit too clumsy, and about the Sansy. Brass doesn’t mention that the Sansy hasn’t been showing up lately though. When they make it to the bus stop, they see another human waiting for the bus already. It puts Brass on guard, and he tenses himself up in case this new human decides to cause trouble for them. However, B makes a surprised noise, drawing the attention of the new human who then brightens at the sight of B. The other human calls out to them.
“Oh! B! Are you going somewhere too?” Brass looks up at B, looking only just a little bit suspicious of this newcomer.
“You know this person?”
“They’re, ah, my co-worker.” They sheepishly scratch the back of their head, walking closer to the other human.
“Oh, hi!” The new human waves to Brass. “You have a skeleton in your pocket!”
“Oh, uh, yeah. His name is… Brass.” B is talking a bit slowly, as though they were still taking in the surprise of running into their co-worker outside of work. This new human has a big grin on their face as they look over both Brass and B.
“Hi, Brass! My name is Casey, nice to meet you!” Quietly, he hears B whisper “oh that’s their name”. Somehow he isn’t surprised that they don’t know this human’s name yet.
“Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you too, Casey.” He is less than enthusiastic to meet this new human, but they seem pretty nice, and they looked more harmless than B. “You uh, goin’ somewhere?”
“Yeah! I was going to some place, so I’ve been standing here waiting for the bus. Where are you guys going?”
“Oh, um,” B speaks up, recovering from the surprise of this surprise human, “we were going to go to the mall. They have a nice ice cream place there.”
“Oh! I’m going there too! I actually have a coupon that let’s me get a buy one get one free deal. But I can’t actually eat two of them so… do you wanna maybe go together? I don’t mind paying! And it’ll only be for the ice cream trip! So, wanna hang out for a bit? Please?” Brass looks up at B, watching the inner turmoil as they clearly want to turn down Casey’s offer, but apparently, this human has mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes, and he can see B’s resolve slowly breaking with each passing second.
“...Sure.” They sigh as Casey laughs with excitement. Brass can’t help but watch this Casey human bounce up and down with their newfound company.
...Was this human starved of companionship or something? The poor human. No wonder B took pity on them.
\\=\\
The bus ride was unexpectedly eventful. Casey seemed determined to make as much conversation between the three of them as was possible, making Brass really start to think that the human was just starved for attention in general. The jabbering continues off the bus and into the mall, where in which B has to lead the way to the shop. They each order their own respective flavors, Casey going with mint chocolate, Brass with caramel, and B with some cookies and cream. He watches as the two squabble a bit about paying, but Casey is waving the coupon in their hand, therefore they have to pay for the three treats, and no, B doesn’t need to add tips in, Casey already has that covered too. They end up sitting at a table by the entrance, B digging into their ice cream with wild abandon while Casey watches in amazement as Brass chows down on the ice cream that was clearly bigger than him.
“Woah… You sure eat a lot.”
“Nice observation, Sherlock.” Brass grunts as he continues to dig in. They just met, there was no way he was going easy on this stranger. “Aren’tcha gonna eat? The ice cream’s gonna melt.”
“Oh, right.” They quickly dig in as well, watching B eat from the corner of their eye. Strange. He watches Casey as well, trying to read their body language and gaze. Casey’s eyes meet his, and they smile brightly, as though they hadn’t been caught staring at B. He frowns.
B finishes before the two of them do, stretching and getting up.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick.” They jab their thumb in the general direction of the restrooms. “And um, behave? You two?” Casey laughs, waving B off.
“It’s not like we’re gonna fight or anything! And I won’t take him away, you can trust me.”
“Uh, right. So, I’ll be right back.” B walks off, entering the restroom and flinching when the door opens with a noticeable squeak. Once the door closes, Casey turns back to Brass, a serious look overtaking the bright smile they had on earlier.
Of course. He tenses up. There was no way that this human just so happened to be going to the same place as them. They didn’t even say where they were going initially anyways. He growls, upper lip curling into a snarl.
“What the hell do you want?” They lean back in surprise, hands held up in order to placate him. That, of course, doesn’t work, and they fail to placate him.
“Woah there! No need to be aggressive. I just want to ask some questions, is all.”
“About what?”
“About B.” They place their hands down and out of sight, leaning in closer with concern etched into their frown. “Why are they working overtime all the time? Everytime I see them at work, they’re always tired and barely awake. They get the work done well, of course, but they’re way too skinny, and it looks like they’re constantly stressed. And, y’know, constant stress isn’t good on the body.”
This human was much more perceptive than he realized.
“...Why should I tell you? Why did you follow us out to the mall? And how long were you at that bus stop?”
“I want to help B. Ditto. And I’ve been waiting for, a while you can say.”
“Creep.”
“B let me come along. Plus, I had the coupon.”
“Did you plan that too?”
“No, not really. I just sorta had it.” They bring a hand back up and rest their chin on it. “I answered all of your questions, now answer mine.”
“I still have more.”
“Fair trade, buddy. It’s only fair that you answer mine before I continue.”
“Fine.” He steadies his glare and folds his arms. “B’s working a lot to make money, obviously. We’re sorta in a situation, and we’ve gotta pay up some cash at the end of every month until we finish paying it off.”
“A loan?”
“...Sure. But that’s all I’m willing to say.” He narrows his eyes, and Casey stares back with a quiet sort of determination, unwilling to back down from whatever aggression he thrusts upon them. “How are you plannin’ helpin’ B?”
“Hm, good question.” They tap a finger against their chin. “I’d say the best way to help them would be to give them some extra cash I have every so often, but they probably won’t accept it so willingly. Do you guys eat enough?”
“I do. But B doesn’t eat a lot.”
“I’ve noticed.” They look over to the direction of the bathroom. There was no telling when B would come out, so they bite their lip and turn back to Brass. “I can keep an eye on them. Maybe make them eat more or something. Make sure nothing bad happens while they're at work.”
He doesn't want to think about what they mean by “bad”.
“Guess that's better than nothin’.”
“Yeah.” They tap their fingers on the table. “By the way, what happened that-?” They both hear the bathroom door squeak open, and Casey shuts their mouth quickly. But he understands their question anyway.
The good thing is that he doesn't have to answer it now.
“Oh, are you guys finished now?” B looks over their empty ice cream containers, and Casey smiles and picks them all up.
“Yup! Just finished! Are you guys gonna do anything else at the mall?” Casey breezes into a casual tone easily, like they didn't just say they were going to watch over B at work.
“Oh, no, not really. Unless Brass really wants to.”
“Nah.” He wanted to wait for the Sansy to return.
“Alright. Then, I guess we'll be going home then.”
“Okay! I'll see you at work then!” They sure as hell will. Casey gets up and throws the trash away. B picks up Brass and returns him to their shirt pocket. The two humans bid farewell, with Casey giving Brass a quick, meaningful glance before walking away.
“Huh, what was that about? They didn't even say goodbye to you.”
“It's fine.” At least he can sort of depend on someone to take some care of B when he can't. “We talked about some things. Don't need to worry about it.”
“Oh? Got along then?” They start walking towards the entrance, B looking down curiously at Brass.
“...You can say that.”
“Huh. Well, they seem nice at least.”
“Yeah, guess so.” It’s a quick walk from the entrance to the bus stop, which gives them ample time to wait for the bus. Unlike the bus ride before, it gives Brass some time to let his eyes wander around, looking from the mall’s exterior to the unimpressive trees and surrounding area. A poster, taped carefully onto a near pole, catches his attention. “Hey, what does that say?”
“Hm?” He points at the poster for B to see.
“That. What’s it say?”
“Hmm.” B leans forward and shades their eyes. “Uh… Oh, it looks like a missing poster.”
“For what?”
“Looks like… a dog.”
“A dog?”
“Yup.” B looks back down at Brass, confusion in their eyes. “Why did you want to know?”
“Does it ever make you wonder why they went missin’?”
“...No reason.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” He rests his chin against the fabric of the pocket, not wanting to look at B in the eye.
“There’s always nobody to be found anyways.”
“Just curious.”
\\=\\
He watches carefully from the sill, looking for that missing bitty. It’s been a week since he’s last seen the Sansy, and with the weather starting to take a turn for the worst, he’s been more than just worried for the other bitty.
It was clear now that the Sansy was avoiding him. For what he didn’t know. He got upset over the idea of missing posters and missing pets and bitties, and reporting them-
Wait. Reporting missing bitties? Brass did get a full on threat when the topic came up. Was that what he was so worked up about? Brass wasn’t going to report the Sansy if he got threatened not to do it, mostly out of consideration for the bitty rather than fear, but it made no sense for him to just up and disappear like that.
And why was he acting as though there was a threat nearby? It was just him and the Sansy, and nobody else until B got home. No, wait. It couldn’t possibly be- no. B was harmless. They wouldn’t do anything to bring harm to anyway unless forced to. But he did always leave before B came home. What was he so worried about? And why wouldn’t he tell him anything?
Aren’t they friends?
...Are they friends?
The wind is howling outside. He looks outside the window and sees the trees thrashing their branches against one another, and there’s leaves flying about, recklessly smacking into anything that gets in their path. A leaf manages to fly into the open window, and he jumps up to catch it, touching its damp surface before releasing it back into the wild winds. It’s then that he notices a struggling figure in the dim lighting.
There’s no mistaking that ratty hoodie.
He quickly drops down the ladder and descends, an arm up to protect his face against the harsh winds. The Sansy is dragging along a dirty napkin, balled up and filled with something. Probably trash food. Brass grabs the Sansy’s hand and drags him over to the ladder. He helps him up, pushing him along with the balled up napkin perched precariously on the Sansy’s shoulders like a resting bird. They manage to make it inside in one piece, the two of them flopping down onto the sill in an exhaustive state. The howling winds pick up.
“Shit!” The Sansy immediately sits up and takes the balled up napkin. “Fuck, I gotta get back!”
“Like hell you are!” Brass grabs his arm and hangs on tight. “Are you kiddin’ me? It’s dangerous outside!”
“I need to get back! All my food’s-”
“I’m not lettin’ you leave!”
“Let go!” The Sansy jerks his arm out of his grasp, only for Brass to get up and bodily lift the Sansy off the ground. He lets out a surprised yelp, his legs flailing in the air as Brass keeps his arms pinned in his hug-hold.
“I’m not lettin’ go.” Brass grunts as a flailing foot hits his knee. “Not until you tell me what the fuck happened with you.”
“Nothin’ happened!”
“Bullshit. You’ve been avoidin’ me for a week already!”
“I was out scavengin’ food!”
“You could get food from me that’s not from the trash!”
“So?! I need to save up-”
“I could easily give you food. Just admit it, you’ve been avoidin’ me!”
“I wasn’t-”
“You were-”
“I WAS WORRIED!” The Sansy shouts and he stops flailing. The wind’s howling fills up the silence, and Brass puts down the Sansy carefully. This was the first time he’s ever heard the Sansy raise his voice, nevertheless yell. The Sansy avoids looking at him, preferring instead to sit down and slump forward. “...I was worried.”
“...About what?” He sits down in front of the Sansy, keeping his voice soft and somewhat gentle. It’s hard trying to sound nice when his voice is naturally gruff.
“Your human. What they could do. What could happen. I just wanted to avoid this place for a while, I guess. Gettin’ food for the future seemed like a good plan.”
“B wouldn’t hurt you-”
“I know.” The words come out heavy and dark, and the Sansy clenches his fists before forcing them to relax. “...I know. They sound like a nice person. All around good human.”
“But?”
“That’s the problem.”
“...They’re niceness is the problem?”
“No.” The Sansy looks up, and the grin is still there but the lights are gone, and Brass has no idea what to say or do. “They’re likeable. And, well, I’m tryin’ to avoid humans like that.”
“...Why?”
“Can we not have this conversation, like, right now?” The Sansy stands up, picking up the carefully balled up napkin and heads over to the ladder. “I really, seriously gotta get home. Dunno how much damage the wind did but uh, I’d like to get back before the storm gets worse.” The winds had died down while they were having their little struggle. Brass tenses up, not trusting the bitty’s chances in the unpredictable weather.
“How will I know you’ll come back?” The Sansy gives him a weary look, the lights coming back just enough to show how tired he was.
“You really want me to come back that much, huh?”
“The weather is gettin’ terrible.”
“Welp, can’t deny that.”
“Why can’t you stay?”
“Cause I can’t. And don’t want to. No offense.”
“Why?”
“Long story.”
“I can sit and listen.”
“I really gotta go, buddy. Look, the wind’s calmed down and I really gotta get my eats goin’ before the storm blows away whatever I have left.” Brass sighs. There was just no way he could get the Sansy to stay.
“...Will you at least come back?”
“If the weather is good.”
“And how can I trust you to come back? After that week-long disappearance?” The Sansy doesn’t say anything. A part of Brass’ soul sinks. Maybe he didn’t really want to come back here. He just didn’t seem to want to stay around Brass for so long.
It was like he was being rejected all over again.
“...Here.” The Sansy puts down the balled up napkin and removes his hoodie. A dirty, stained tank top was what was left on his top, and the Sansy was looking away from Brass. “This’ll make sure I come back. You know us Sanses. We’re pretty fond of, uh, our jackets and hoodies.” Brass takes it, feeling the material and noticing how worn out and thin it felt.
“...Thanks.”
“Yeah.” The Sansy picks up the balled up napkin and quickly starts making his way down the ladder. Brass quickly makes his way to the ledge and looks over it to make sure he gets down okay. The Sansy is on the ground, looking back up at Brass with an unreadable look on his face. “...I’ll come back this time.”
It’s not a promise, Brass realizes as he watches the bitty run away briskly. It’s not a promise, but Sanses were never that good with promises anyway.
It’s a reassurance. But to who it was directed to, he’s not so sure about.
He can just only hope that he’ll see the Sansy again sometime soon.
Sometime very soon.
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After a few days of rain and wind, the weather calmed down enough that the sun was actually able to peek through the clouds. B let him open the windows again, and after a quick farewell, they went off to work, boots splashing in the puddles. Brass returned to his seat on the sill, the Sansy’s jacket carefully cleaned by his own hands. Of course, B helped out a little bit, providing him with the water and soap, but he washed it pretty damn well. At least he got most of the stains out. He wasn’t a fucking miracle working after all.
The jacket laid out in the sun, absorbing the heat in a neat little pile as he watched for the Sansy to return.
He didn’t appear at the usual time.
He didn’t appear an hour after.
And he didn’t appear an hour after that hour.
Brass sighs, looking at the extra sandwich that B had made for the bitty. He said he would come if the weather was good, so why wasn’t he coming yet? He wouldn’t leave behind this hoodie, so, what was holding him up?
Worry began to tinge his thoughts. Did he get hurt? Did he get sick? Did some wild animal pick him off? Did the dog come back for revenge? While the thoughts continued to pile up in his mind, his eyes saw something walk into his field of vision. Shaking off the thoughts, he leans over the ledge a bit and squints through the sunlight.
It looks like…
“Sansy!” Brass calls out to the bitty and immediately drops the ladder down for him. The Sansy takes his time, meandering over to the ladder and moseying up like he has all the time in the world. Brass backs up enough to give the Sansy some space, and the bitty looks around a bit before spotting his hoodie. He quickly picks it up and puts it on.
“Woah, you even cleaned it. Amazin’, I couldn’t have done it even if I tried. And I never try.”
“Well, I have some experience.”
“Don’t Papyruses usually do laundry?” The Sansy sits down by the plate and starts eating the sandwich with quick, big bites. He looks hungry.
“Brassberries are different in a way.”
“Seems like.” The Sansy continues to eat, focusing on the sandwich more than anything. Brass sits down in front of the other bitty, wondering when it would be a good time to ask him to tell his “long story”. However, he didn’t want to interrupt the bitty’s lunch, so he stays silent.
He’s about halfway through the sandwich when Brass decides to jumpstart the conversation.
“So, uh. You ever gonna tell me why ya don’t want to stay here?” The Sansy freezes, then sighs, putting down the sandwich to fiddle with the hoodie strings. “Is it… B?”
“Ehhh… sorta. But, it’s not their fault. It’s just…” The Sansy trails off, the hoodie strings interlaced loosely with his phalanges. “...It’s easy, y’know? To become attached to someone, once they’re nice to you, and treat you good. When they’re likeable, and nice, and it’s hard for you to think of them badly.” He thinks back to how B took care of him, and wonders when he actually started to become attached to them.
“I… I’m not sure.”
“Heh, well, I guess it’s not the same for everyone.” The Sansy picks at the sandwich, making little crumbs litter the plate. “I guess it comes with being a bitty. It’s weird how quickly it is to become attached to someone once they show you an ounce of kindness.”
“I guess.”
“Yeah… But. The thing is, I don’t wanna be attached to anymore humans.”
“Huh? Why?”
“They all leave in the end, whether you like it or not.” Brass looks at his face, trying to find a sign of bitterness or anger to his words. But there’s none of that there. There’s just… hurt. And sadness. “The worst part is that there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Nothing they can do to stop it. And then they leave you behind with people who see you only as a painful reminder, and then you see yourself as a painful reminder of what used to be. And you start to wonder… what’s the point of trying anymore?” The Sansy flops onto his back. Brass doesn’t say a word, instead watching him with a twinge in his soul. “...So you leave with the things you still care about the most, and then you’re on the street. And people point at you, sayin’ ‘look at that abandoned bitty’ and you can’t do anything but grit your teeth. Because you know. I t ‘ s n o t t r u e. But then again, what’s the point of snappin’ at them? Nothin’. It won’t change nothin’. Because you know. You won’t ever see them again.” Brass scoots to sit next to the Sansy, and the lights in his eyes are gone, and his gaze seems to be staring into nothing.
“...What happened to your human?”
“...” He doesn’t respond, and continues to stare blankly at the ceiling. Brass doesn’t want to push him to continue, so he thinks about what to say. And he comes up with his own sob story,
“...y’know. B isn’t- they’re not my first owner.” The Sansy still won’t respond, but Brass is okay with that. He stares out the window, and recounts those days when he still lived with the bitch, and figures that it’s okay. He can tell Sansy these things. “My first owner was a real bitch. I didn’t know it at the time, because I was just happy that she adopted me. At first, things were alright, she gave me food, bathed me, took care of my wound. But, I was too much work for her. Too sensitive. I was only good to have around whenever people came over. A prop, a toy. I didn’t realize it, of course. Those were the days where I was only concerned about keepin’ her happy. Tryin’ to give her a reason to love me. She didn’t love me.” He laughs bitterly. “And one day, she got tired of me. Kicked me out and told me that she never wanted to see my ugly mug again.
“I was shocked. Hurt. Literally and figuratively. Then B came by. They tried to help me but I refused. It took a lot of patience on their part, but eventually, I ended up going home to their place. This place.” He pats the sill and smiles nostalgically. “At first, I wanted my first owner to take me back. I thought she would. But she didn’t. And throughout that whole time, B took care of me. Comforted me, gave me a nicer place to sleep. We watched movies, made me a little house to sleep in, got me new clothes and everything. We bonded, and eventually, we became a two-part family. And. It was… nice.”
“...Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He pats Sansy’s hand. “I learned to move on.”
“...huh.” Sansy rolls onto his side, directing his attention to the world outside.
“So, why won’t you move on?” Brass picks up a crumb and licks it. “Why won’t you get attached to any other human?”
“...It feels, wrong. Like, if I do that, what’ll happen to her? Will I just… forget her? I feel like, I’d be betrayin’ her in some way.”
“Why?”
“Because.” Sansy gets quieter and curls up slightly. “She didn’t want to leave.”
“...Who was your owner? Er,” he tries to backtrack, “I mean, you don’t, have to tell me.”
“...Heh, normally, I would take the offer to not say anything, but, you did just sorta share your life story with me.”
“Sorta.”
“I’ll take what I’m given.” Sansy rolls back onto his back, and the lights are back in his sockets. He looks uneasy, a bit nervous if the sweat is anything to go by, but he takes a deep breath nonetheless. “It’s only fair I repay your kindness in some form. I mean, you did give me all that food.”
“Yeah, but, you don’t gotta force yourself.”
“Nah.” He closes his sockets and folds his arms under his skull. “Someone once told me, figuratively, at least, that it’s better to get things off my chest, then to keep it all inside. No matter how much I wanna keep it inside.”
“Figuratively?”
“Yeah. He’s important to me. You’ll find out about him soon enough, pal.” Sansy sits up, grin lazy as ever as he props his elbows onto the sandwich like a makeshift table, resting his chin on his bony hands. Despite his relaxed position, Brass can still tell that there is a sort of tenseness to him. He waits for the bitty to continue. “I’m warnin’ ya, I wasn’t kiddin’ when I said it’d be a long story.”
“That’s fine. We’ve got a lotta time.”
“True.” Sansy takes a deep breath again, steadying himself. His lights grow distant as he focuses his gaze somewhere past Brass, past the houses and trees and bus stops. He closes his sockets, going silent as the clock ticks behind them. A chill makes its way back to Brass’ bones, and the ticks seem to slow down, as if patiently waiting for Sansy to begin.
When he reopens his sockets, the lights are hazy and faraway, and Brass can’t help but wonder what sort of scene replays in the other skeleton’s mind.
Sansy begins, slow and steady, his voice controlled and present as the calm timbre detaches itself from moment and goes into the past.
“You see, my owner was a lonely, little girl who was always dressed in white.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Brass is drunk But its Grillbz who gets wrecked. All Characters belong to @ammazolie Please support the original creator of Yanderetale. ....author appreciates comments owo...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Skittlz has turned 25. He had made up his mind that this world is not for him, however in the midst of letting go of his old life an unexpected person drags him back from the edge of oblivion.
Fuck I accidentally deleted it @flamourlegends(cuz i tagged ya I might as well) @ammazolie heres dat brass i shoulda probably added a cap bitty
made an icon for my friend. Was proud of the results. Brass belongs to @ammazolie and he’s a hot hot tater tot mmboy
A Teddy Bear For Wings
(A/N: This is separate from the BittyBonesAU.)
It was a fluke.
There is no other way to explain it.
Here you are, on your date, at the fair, and somehow, through the magic of the fairy godmother of carnival games, you manage to win the biggest, fluffiest, motherfucking TEDDY BEAR out of all the other prizes.
You hold it up over your head, as if you’re re-enacting the scene from the Lion King, and scream at the top of your lungs. “I’M THE CHAMPION OF ALL CARNIVAL GAMES!” A low chuckle sounds next to you, and your date claps his hand on your shoulder.
“Alright, you’re the champion.”
“I am!” This teddy bear is the testament of your skill. Your prowess. Your luck. And also the symbol that represents your empty wallet. But, well, you can think about that later.
“Good job, champ.”
“YEAH!” The amount of pride you feel right now is incredible. It’s like you’re going to explode. “This is the first time I’ve ever done this!” He smiles and takes your hand, leading you away from the carnival games and towards the food stalls.
“I can tell. What d’ya wanna eat?” You carefully balance the teddy bear onto your shoulders, and it slumps forward due to it being completely incapable of supporting its own weight. It nearly obscures your view, but luckily Brass makes a fantastic guide and helps you wade through the crowd. Eventually you point out a stall that looks like it sells decent grub, and the two of you buy the horrendously expensive fair food. Brass watches as you stuff your mouth, seemingly used to how you eat like it’s your last day on Earth, but hey at least you appreciate the food. Even though it’s pretty greasy, it tastes great, and you can’t get enough of it. You finish before Brass manages to get through half of his burger, though you think it’s because you take bigger bites out of everything.
You’re still hungry, and you can’t help but eye his food. He notices and chuckles, holding out his burger to let you take a bite. Being the generous soul that he is, you’d feel sort of bad for taking a huge bite out of it, so you take a relatively medium sized bite. He takes back his food and looks almost impressed with the size of the bite.
“Wow. It’s almost smaller than the last time you ate my food.”
“I’m making an effort!”
“I know.” He takes a bite from his food while you play with the teddy bear, fingers licked and wiped clean as you wait for him to finish. As much as you try to distract yourself, you end up looking at his food. Which leads to his… teeth? Lips? Skeletons don’t even have lips though. How do they kiss? Well, it looks like you’ll have to do all the kissing.
Not that you mind, of course.
You definitely wouldn’t mind sharing some affection with him.
“Hm? You still hungry?” He catches you staring and offers his food again. Sweet, precious Brass. You’re not hungry for his food, per se. You smile and shake your head.
“Nah, it’s okay. What do you wanna do after this?” He takes back his food and munches thoughtfully.
“Lookin’ around some more wouldn’t hurt. Might find somethin’ for Yanyan and Cap out here.”
“Sounds like a plan.” You swing your legs back and forth under the table, playing with the bear’s paws as you wait for him to finish. After a few minutes, he brushes off the crumbs from his jacket (you don’t understand how he can stand the heat, but it probably has to do with him not having any skin) and stands up. You quickly leap to his side and take his offered arm, and the two of you make your rounds around the fair.
There’s a few shows the two of you manage the catch, and while he doesn’t show as much enthusiasm as you do, he seems to enjoy watching you be happy. On the other hand, he’s pretty happy when he gets to browse around for gifts for his family. It doesn’t show a lot, but you can tell easily how much he’s willing to go through for them. He settles on a hand-knit scarf for Yanyan and collects free stickers to give to Cap. The bags holding the gifts are carefully placed on the bear’s arms, and you continue to carry it around, occasionally changing its position in order to feel comfortable with it.
The two of you buy some snacks, wandering around the fair as the day slowly fades into night. A fireworks show is scheduled to start within the hour, and you both decide that it’ll be the best way to end the date. You both find the best seats possible and settle down, the teddy bear by your side and Brass casually wrapping an arm around you. The night is chilly, so he half-removes his jacket and wraps you up in it. You snuggle up close to him, head placed strategically under his chin and against his sternum. For a monster made completely out of bones, he’s the most comfortable being you’ve ever met. He rests his cheekbone against your head, and as he squeezes you closer, the fireworks start.
It’s an amazing display of bright colors, and the crowd that surrounds you erupts into cheers of admiration. Your eyes follow the brilliant light show, and you can’t help but think that nothing in this world can replace this exact moment. The lights dance across the sky, and you can’t help but wonder if monsters had a part in this show because you’ve never quite seen fireworks move like this before. Sure, you’re used to the exploding pods of color and fire, but you’ve never really seen fire dance before. You gasp as the fireworks flit about and make various shapes in the night sky before fading away. There’s a swaying flower, then a flying dragon, and another firework seems be made of intricate patterns that are hard to follow.
The fireworks are a beautiful mix of traditional bursts and magic designs. It’s a mish mash of cultures that were made to exist, a harmony that brings the best out of both races. It takes your breath away. You try glancing at Brass’ face to gauge his reaction, but the best shot you get of him is his chin. Instead, he moves his hand to yours and squeezes it. In response, you intertwine your fingers with his phalanges, and a feeling of pure bliss flows through you.
Eventually, the show ends with a grand finale, the fireworks firing off in a cacophony of explosions and clashing sparks, patterns and designs be damned as they throw up as many fireworks as they can into the sky. The colorful fire fades away and soon all that can be seen is a cloud of grey smoke and the scent of spent explosives, signaling the end of the show. Even with the show finished, the two of you remain as you are, comfortably wrapped around each other as the crickets begin to chirp. As much as you’d like to start star-gazing with him, the fair people start to chase people out, so you and Brass pick up your things and catch a bus back home. Once you’re both settled, he returns his arm around you and coaxes you to lean against him. The minute your head rests against his shoulder, you’re instantly asleep, feeling completely safe in his hold.
He gently jostles you awake an hour later, and the two of you make your way to his place. The walk is quiet and peaceful, the pace slow and meandering. Neither of you want to go back to his place just yet. Instead, you’d much rather enjoy the last remaining moments you have with him by yourself. It’s a selfish want, but you don’t think he wants to leave your side just yet either. He squeezes you closer to him, and you lean your weight into him as he presses his teeth against the crown of your head. The bags crinkle softly from the movement, and despite the extra weight your teddy bear carries, you can’t be bothered to feel the slight discomfort in your arms. All you can really focus on is Brass’ touch and warmth, the sound of his breathing and footsteps, and his comforting aura.
It’s nice.
Eventually, the two of you find your way in front of his front door, the occupants in the house already sound asleep as the midnight noises sing a song of tranquility all around you. The night breeze ruffles your hair gently as you smile up at him. He returns your smile, brushing your hair away from your eyes. The teddy bear in your arms is gently thrusted into his chest, surprising him just a bit.
“For you.” He takes the teddy bear slowly, looking from it to you with uncertainty,
“...me?”
“Yup.”
“But I thought you really wanted this thing.”
“Well…” You shuffle your feet a bit, looking anywhere but his face. “Heh, I mean, I don’t need another teddy bear.”
“You already have another one?” He looks completely surprised, staring down at the teddy bear as if he can’t believe there’s another huge stuffed animal lying around somewhere. You laugh, placing your hand over his lightly.
“Yeah. And he’s standing right in front of me.” You watch as he blinks, processing the information before blushing slowly.
“...me?” He repeats his first question with just a bit more shock, and it makes you laugh with just a bit more affection.
“Of course! You’re the best teddy bear anyone could ever ask for.” You move closer to him and hug him tightly, squeezing the teddy bear between the two of you. “You’re better than any other stuffed animal around. Nothing and no one could replace you.”
His response is silent - instead of speaking, he drops the bear and wraps you up tightly in his arms, nuzzling his face against yours.
“Heh, what did I do to meet someone as great as you?” You press a kiss to his cheekbone and rest your head on his shoulder.
“You were the first to notice me.”
“Guess it all worked out in the end.”
“Yeah.” It’s quiet again, but it’s a blissful, peaceful silence. He holds onto you tightly, like he’s afraid that you’ll slip through his fingers at any moment.
...Well. He’s not wrong.
Your soul feels lighter than ever, and a content sigh escapes you. He lets out a weak gasp, burying his phalanges deeper into your hair.
“...You’re leavin’ me already?” You lift your head and examine your hand, its translucency returning to you. He really did make you happy, didn’t he?
“...Guess so.”
“Didn’t even get a chance to cook for ya yet.”
“There’s no doubt in my mind that it would have tasted amazing.”
“You can’t go yet.”
“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome enough. Plus,” you pull away just enough to look him in the eye lights, pressing your foreheads together, “you’ve made me one very happy ghost.”
“Don’t go.”
“I have to. Brass, you’ve done so much for me. I don’t regret anything anymore.”
“Please. Stay a little longer.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“I really love you.”
“I love you too.” You press your lips against his teeth, and he presses back in desperate earnest. He almost phases through you, your solidity already starting to fade away. You’re not sure how much longer you can stay around.
“I wish you’d stay.”
“Me too. But the dead have to move on eventually. We both knew this was going to happen.”
“I know.”
“...I’m sorry.”
“...I know.”
“On the bright side, at least the stars look nice tonight.” You force a smile for his sake, and he returns with his own small, sad smile. It doesn’t suit him. His hand gently cups your cheek just enough that it feels like he’s brushing your skin, just enough so that he doesn’t phase through you.
“Lookin’ at you is just enough.”
“But the stars look nicer than me.”
“What are ya talkin’ about? You’re made of stars.” It’s then that you notice the floating lights surrounding you, the golden sparkles that slowly depart from your figure, heading up to the heavens as they take your essence away bit by bit. You cry just a bit, not wanting to go just yet but knowing you have to go anyway. If you can’t move on, then who’s to say he can? “Just lookin’ at ya makes me feel… Starry-eyed.” You laugh because you don’t want to cry, and he makes you feel so happy, so at peace with yourself, that for once you feel… free.
You press one more kiss to his teeth, a more gentle, less desperate kiss. He returns the feeling, and when you pull away, your vision is blurred at the edges by a white light. Brass looks on the verge of crying, so you smile wide and bright for the two of you.
“Heh. Thanks, for everything. I wish we had met sooner.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
“Good-bye.”
“Bye.”
I love you. Your mouth forms the words, but your voice fails to make it through. Everything turns to white, and the last thing you see is your teddy bear wiping his tears away.
Because You Called My Name - Chapter 1
(Next Chapter)
“So? I never said I love you.”
You collapse to your knees with shock.
The words sting because they’re true. He never DID say that he loved you. But… With all that time you spent together, you thought you caught all those small gestures and moments where you KNOW he loved you- no, LOVES you. Even now, when he’s looking away and avoiding your eyes, you know he still loves you.
He can’t say that he doesn’t love you to your face.
That’s enough proof that he loves you, right?
You refuse to believe that he doesn’t love you. Despite everything, your fear, your pain, your cowardice… He needs you.
You need to be filled with BRAVERY.
So you clench your fists and grit your teeth. She’s going to hurt him, you know this, you know this to your very core because that’s how you two met, right? She hurt him badly and so you took him in for whatever impulse you felt that day. And now, now she’s going to do the same thing AGAIN, but you’re not sure if you’ll be able to save him again. The thought of him being used and abused like before makes you mad, angry, upset… Hateful.
You HATE her.
Tears stream down your face, but it’s not out of sadness or pain or fear, but of frustration and anger, and you refuse to standby any longer.
You will FIGHT.
“How pathetic.” Her words fan the flames she started, and when you lift your head up, your eyes meet with the back of her legs as she starts to leave. She will not leave here with him.
“...shut up.” She turns to look at you with a sneer, and you can’t see him but you think he’s hiding his face because he’s ashamed. He’s ashamed that he lied to you and you want nothing more but to tell him that you know, you know and it’s okay. You still love him all the same. Your lips form a snarl you never knew you had the venom in you to make.
“Did you say something?”
“I said, SHUT UP!” You tackle her legs, making her crash to the floor with a shriek. For a brief minute, you’re worried that Brass might have been crushed by her body, but you’re confident that he’ll be alright. You flip her around quickly, and there he is, clenched tightly against her chest like he’s the key to her freedom. He’s staring in absolute shock at what you did because for once, you attacked back. To be honest, you’re surprised too, but you need to shove that feeling aside for a bit because there’s a skeleton who still needs you, so you straddle her waist and grab her arm, wrenching it from her chest, and you try to pry her fingers off him.
Unsurprisingly, you struggle to pull her fingers off of him. It’s a miracle you actually managed to topple her in the first place, but you have to thank momentum, your weight, and the force of gravity for that. She curls forward and yells angrily, taking her free hand and yanking at your hair. It’s painful and you cry out, but by now, you’re starting to get used to the feeling of it so you bite down on the arm you’re holding onto. You hear Brass yelling something, and then she’s screaming and her arm jerks in your grasp (and mouth) and there’s a soft plopping noise. Looking down, you see Brass quickly crawling onto you so you release her arm and scoop him up. Once he’s safely in your grasp, you roll backwards onto your back and kick her in the face. She’s gasping in pain, and you take it as your chance to scramble away from her.
You’re standing with your back against the wall, and he’s back with you, safely against your chest as you’re panting and he’s clinging onto you tightly, there’s no WAY he doesn’t love you. She’s standing up, and despite her small frame she holds a hulking aura of danger and threats, and the glare on her face is terrifying, but you refuse to let the fear overtake you, so you match the glare with the same intensity.
She won’t give up.
She’ll never give up.
You know she’ll keep fighting and harassing you until she gets what she wants, and you’re adamantly refusing her what she wants. So you need to think quick, before she’s coming closer ,and you think with disappointment that her nose is not broken, and you’re thinking briefly that maybe you’re weaker than you thought or that you’re holding back again but the bitter thoughts don’t last because she’s almost in front of you so you speak up and yell:
“Wait!” And she stops. Or maybe she hesitates, but she stops advancing and you release that breath you were holding in but then you’re holding it again because you’re not sure what to say. She growls and moves a step forward, so you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “I’ll pay you!”
“...what?” Her response comes out more shocked and surprised than indignant. Brass looks up at you even more confused, and you can feel yourself sinking into a thick vat of ‘oh shit’.
“I… I can pay you? For his papers and stuff!” She snorts and crosses her arms.
“First of all, fuck you. Second of all, eat my shit. There’s no way I’m letting you buy him off me.”
“Name your price!” This quirks her interest, and a predatory smile spreads across her face. Aha, you’re totally fucked. Why did you say that? You could've said anything else, and now you’re pretty much BUYING Brass as if he’s an object or something.
It sickens you to the core, but you can’t think of anything better.
You have to keep moving forward.
“Hmmm, how about…” If she says one million dollars, you swear you’re going to punch her. “One hundred thousand dollars!” That’s enough for a house, you think. You wheeze. “No wait, two hundred thousand dollars!” You wheeze harder. That’s enough to pay off your student loans, and you’re STILL working on that.
“T-two hundred thousand?” She smirks at you and holds her hand out.
“What? Too much? Then give him back.”
“No!” You clutch him closer to your chest, and he looks up at you with a hopeless stare, and it’s this stare that makes you swallow hard and stand up straighter. “That’s just… That’s just so unreasonable! Why do you even NEED that much money?? Can’t you do something normal, like ten thousand or something??” She scoffs and lowers her hand.
“Fine. Since you poor fucks can’t pay for my VERY reasonable price, then I’ll just make you pay… one hundred thousand dollars!”
“No!”
“Ugh, you’re really being a pain in the ass.” She growls and looks ready to spring at you, but Brass holds a shard menacingly in the air with his magic, and she instead glares at you both. “Whatever then. Does fifty thousand sound better?”
“You didn’t even put in that much money to care for me! The fuck are ya thinkin’, tryin’ to rip them off like that?!” Brass yells at her from your chest, and she snarls in response. It only just occurs to you that maybe she’s trying to take advantage of the situation and filch some money from you. Whatever, you decide, as long as it get her out of your house and away from Brass.
“For god’s- FINE! How about twenty five grand? That is my last offer or else I’m taking him back!”
“That’s-”
“Okay.”
“What?!” Brass looks up at you in shock, but you continue to stare at the lady with defiant eyes.
“Fine, I’ll take that offer.” She grins and holds out her hand in expectancy. You stare at it with confusion. “...What?”
“Pay up.”
“Right now??”
“Yes.”
“B-But I don’t have the money for that right now!”
“Pathetic. If you can’t pay, then you can’t have him.”
“I’ll pay you in installments!”
“What?” She glares at you, and you almost cower before her but you refuse to bow down to her.
“I can pay you in small increments until you get twenty five thousand!”
“And why should I let you do that?”
“Because you’re gonna get your money, even if it’s in a gradual way!” You glare back at her, and you can feel Brass clinging to your shirt. It’s a terrible way to get him back, but bribery may be the key to keeping her away from him.
“Hmm…” You hold your breath, and you think pleasepleasepleaseplease just accept this deal, you can’t have her trying to take him back after all he’s been through. “...Alright. I’ll take the cash, even if you hafta give it to me in pieces.” You release the breath once more just as common sense hits you.
“We need to put this down on paper.”
“What?” She looks annoyed as you look around for a pen and paper. You need this down on paper before she tries to pull something. Like, claim you need to pay her 20% interest or some shit. Late fees and all that jazz. Yeah, fuck that bullshit.
“I said we need to put this all down on paper. You know, like to keep a record so that neither of us tries to do anything?” You place Brass on your shoulder and feel him holding on tight you. It’s a reassuring pressure, and you open a drawer to find a notepad and a pen. This will do. You quickly write down the amount you’re supposed to pay her and hand it to her to sign. She takes it and glares at you.
“What, this can’t be the only thing on here.”
“Uh, yes?”
“No no no, you said installments, right? Then I demand that you pay up one thousand dollars at the end of each month!” You gasp and wheeze because that’s impossible with your pay, overtime or not.
“N-no! I can’t manage that!” She rolls her eyes and sneers at you.
“What, are you a store clerk or something?”
“No! I’m an… office clerk?”
“Really? Shouldn’t you be getting a high pay or some shit?”
“No! I’ve barely been working for a year, and I’m already lucky enough to be paid the amount I have-”
“I said one thousand, or he’s coming back with me.” She hisses in your face as Brass growls at her. You feel the blood draining from your face as you quickly nod in agreement.
“Okay! Okay! One grand per month, okay.” You quickly scribble down the amount.
“And if you don’t pay it all in that month, then you have to pay the remainder the month. With interest.”
“You’re being completely unfair with the interest bit!” She sneers at you and is about to jab a finger at your face when Brass snaps at her, teeth just barely missing her finger.
“Ooh! You little-”
“No. Interest.” You are almost certain that Brass has no idea what interest is, but he’s trying to help you, so that’s all that matters. “Or yer gonna be missin’ a finger.” She growls and crosses her arms.
“Fine! You little shits.” You write down the rest of the statement and quickly sign it before she says anything else, handing the pen to her to sign. She grumbles angrily and scribbles her signature before thrusting the pen at you. “I expect a copy under my door by tomorrow.”
With that, she leaves your house, slamming the door behind her. You crumple to the ground, wheezing as Brass hugs your face.
“Hey, hey, you alright?” You feel his little hands gently patting your cheek, but your mind is too busy racing with calculations and plans on being incredibly frugal.
“I don’t know how I’m gonna pull this off.” Will your boss be willing to let you work overtime? Or maybe let you work part-time on the weekends? At least full-time for Saturday? What about bills? Food? Will you even have time for meals? “Oh god, what am I gonna-”
“Hey.” He’s tugging on your hair, so you look down and he’s got a concerned look on his face. Oh man, who’s going to take care of him when you’re working overtime? He must have recognized the look of pure despair on your face because he’s looking more worried by the second. “Just, just lay down for a sec, alright?” You nod slowly and slowly lay down on the floor. He crawls onto your face and lays on top of you all sprawled out, and he’s petting and patting you while murmuring quietly that you’ll figure something out, you’ll be fine, it’s okay.
It’s only once you calm down that you remember how close you were to losing him.
You end up dissolving into sobs and rolling onto your side, cupping him close to your face and letting him comfort you. He thinks you’re crying because of all this sudden financial stress and he’s apologizing, and god it makes you cry even harder because it’s NOT his fault.
So you tell him, and you’re smothering him in love and affection and telling him how much you’re relieved that she didn’t take him, that’s why you’re crying, and now you’re refusing to let him go so now the two of you are stuck curled up on the floor because you’re too damn drained to get up. Brass clings to your hand, and the two of you fall asleep on the floor, just like that.
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His human got up the next morning to quickly make a copy of the agreement and ran off to slide it under the bitch’s door. Once they come back, he reminds them to eat some breakfast because neither of them had any food before passing the fuck out last night. They nod slowly and begin to make breakfast with him watching from the side. Breakfast is made slowly with deliberation, and he hears them mumbling about their job and something about overtime and calling their boss, maybe actually going to his office to talk to him? Their mumbling continues into the eating of their meal, stopping their chewing to frown and mumble to themselves around the eggs they stuffed into their mouth prior to the mumbling. He sighs and taps their hand, already finished with his breakfast while they were barely halfway done. They blink and look at him with dazed eyes.
“Hm?”
“You need to eat.” He points to the food and then to their mouth. They blink again before looking confused.
“But I am?”
“You’re mumbling, not eating.”
“Oh.” They look down at their breakfast, now cold as they continue to chew what’s already in their mouth. “Sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize. Just eat first, think later.” They nod and continue to eat, only to get that blank look on their face as their thoughts return to square one. He grunts, and it brings them out of their thoughts long enough for them to twitch and give him a sheepish smile. Yeah, he’s got to watch them eat now.
He watches them eat silently, making sure that they don’t drift off in their thoughts long enough that they eventually finish their food. They scoop him up onto their shoulder and put their dirty dishes away before heading back into the living room. Once there, he feels the nervous energy that radiates from them in waves, and he notices the nervous twitch of their fingers as they pick up the fallen remote from the previous day. Shards are still littered around the vicinity, and they have to walk carefully around the broken ceramics to avoid injury. They make it to the couch and plop down, and he watches as they immediately pick up their phone and stare at it, debating on what to do.
“Hey.”
“Hm?” They turn their head slightly to look at him as he nervously taps the tips of his phalanges on his leg.
“Look, if it’s really that much trouble, I can just go back and-”
“No!” They quickly cover their mouth, surprising the both of them by the volume of their voice. “I-I mean… It is gonna be… It will be difficult but, we can work through this! No matter what though, I’m not letting her take you away. You… You deserve better.” They mumble the last bit quietly, but he’s literally sitting on their shoulder so he catches every word they say. He leans over and plants a small kiss on their cheek, resting his forehead against them as he sighs.
“Alright. Just let me know how I can help too, okay?” They nod slowly before relaxing against the couch, dropping the phone off to the side.
“...Yeah. Let’s just, take today to relax and stuff. We can worry about other things later.” He’s about to agree when he remembers the cuts on his human’s face.
“No, actually. Let me see your face.”
“Huh?”
“Let me see it.” They turn more to face him, and he sees the three long scratches and the deep cut from yesterday, guilt seeping into his bones. He could have prevented this, but he doesn’t have the time to dwell over his protection strategies. Now he has to worry about making sure they didn’t get infected. “We need to get you to the bathroom.”
“What? Why?” The lights in his sockets roll around in exasperation.
“Did you forget about the cuts on your face or some shit?”
“Oh. Huh, yeah I guess I did.” They give him a sheepish smile, and it’s so endearing he almost forgot about how terribly incapable they were at self-care. But he doesn’t, because the dried blood on their face reminds him of his inability to properly protect them.
“Come on, we need to get you cleaned up.”
“But aren’t they dried up already?”
“Better safe than sorry, in my opinion.”
“Mmm, alright.” They get up and head to the bathroom. He makes them sit down on the toilet and rest their chin on the sink counter after retrieving the first aid kit, and they huff in annoyance when he refuses to let them do anything. “Come on, it’s my face.”
“And you’re MY human, so shut up and let me take care of you.” They blink quickly, before grinning widely.
“YOUR human?” He blushes and carefully pours the disinfectant onto the cotton ball.
“Yes, my human. Now can you please let me concentrate?”
“You sure you don’t need my help?”
“I got this.” No he doesn’t. But he’s pretty damn determined to make sure that they don’t lift a finger to help him, even when a little bit of the disinfectant splashes onto the counter. He quickly wipes up the spilled liquid with another cotton ball and picks up the first cotton ball, now thoroughly to the core.
They eye the ball with unease.
“Now hold still.” He presses it to the first scratch he sees and starts wiping it down gently. They whine and squirm a bit, making him huff in annoyance and give them the stinkeye. He continues to clean the cuts to the best of his ability, wiping the dried blood of their face and getting as much disinfectant into the cuts as he can. Once he’s finished, he grabs some bandaids and starts smacking them all over their face. He stands back, admiring the mess of bandaids and shrugs. “All done.” They get up from their seat and take a look at the mirror, clearing taken aback by the amount of bandaids he slapped onto them.
“Wow that’s a lot of them.”
“Yup.”
“...You put all the ugly ones on me!” He snickers.
“Yup.”
“Why??”
“So you can stop using them on me.”
They whine again, making him laugh louder.
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“Brass, I’m sorry to say but we won’t be having a lot of take out for now on.”
“Oh, that sucks.”
“You don’t sound the least bit distressed! Which, is good? I guess? But I’m kinda really bummed out, honestly.”
“You can only eat so much greasy food before your human body goes to waste.”
“Rude. But I guess that’s true too…”
“Damn right.” It’s the next day, and his human is busy with cleaning up the remains of the fight. He helps by carefully picking up the tiny bits that they miss, dropping the slivers into bag with the rest of the shards. They’re sweeping the floor carefully, looking around for all the other spots that may contain the shrapnel. He only feels a little bad about the mess - what he really feels bad about was missing the chance to stick it to the bitch.
Heh, yeah he would have stuck something in her alright.
“Well, I guess that’s it then.” They dust off their hands and turn to Brass with a triumphant smile. “Now to figure out how we’re going to survive for the next two years!” They look to the fridge and hum softly. “...How does spaghetti everyday sound?”
“No.” He looks at them with shock. “Is that seriously all you know how to make?”
“Well, uh… Does ramen count? And cake?”
“No!” He sighs and rubs his temple. This… This may take a bit of time to sort out. “Look, how about we just go get some groceries or some shit, make a fuckton of food for however long the grub can last us, and then we should be good for a bit.”
“You think it’ll work out?”
“It’ll have to do. Now come on, we need to get some actual food for once.”
It takes a while, but once they’re finally ready, they head out with Brass peeking out from their jacket’s front pocket. He goes over all the recipes that he knows, thinking about what they need to buy, what they can possibly buy, and hoping that his human knows when to stop him from buying too much. A short huff of laughter escapes him, and he wonders if this is what it feels like to be a mom.
“Brass?” They look down at him curiously, wondering what that laugh was about. He shakes his head and waves them off, so they nod and continue to stare out the window. Ah, they were on the bus now. Scenery passes by them as the bus continues on, and for a bit, he’s completely at peace. The bus stops just a bit before the grocery store, so his human walks for a bit before entering it. When the doors open, Brass is automatically amazed by all the food he sees.
Damn, so this is where humans get their food.
“Okay, Brass! So uh, what should we get?” They grab a shopping cart and push it towards the vegetables.
“Hmm…”
The shopping trip was… interesting, to say the least. It turns out that his human doesn’t really like a lot of vegetables, which probably explains why their diet consists mainly of take out food.
“Okay, now we need some- put those BACK in the cart I am literally RIGHT HERE I swear to GOD- no, don’t make that damn face with me, carrots are GOOD for humans.”
They bitched and moaned a couple of times, whining about why they had to eat carrots or potatoes or something, but they still complied with his demands that they eat something with substance in it.
When they get to the meat aisle however. Oh boy. The role reversal happened almost instantly.
“No, Brass, you cannot get five packs of beef. That’s just way too expensive- do NOT try sneaking that in I see that glow on the meat right there- BRASS.”
They both compromised on two things of meat and continued looking for more food.
Once the food trials were over however, the rest of the trip went smoothly. With his human watching the prices and him only getting what he deemed was absolutely necessary (and getting two packs of meat was TOTALLY necessary fuck what everyone else says), they manage to not spend excessively on the groceries. Carrying them back was another obstacle he found out, as his human was amazingly weak. By the time they got to the bus stop, they were wheezing and panting.
And it was only a five-minute walk.
Like, goddamn. Granted, they did have a shittonna bags, but it couldn’t be THAT heavy.
He helps them out by using his magic to support the bags a bit and making it easier on them, but by the time they make it back home, the first thing they do was drop all the bags and drape themselves upside down onto the couch, making him slip out and land awkwardly on their face.
“Oof.” They both just lay like that for a bit before Brass pats them on the cheek. “We gotta put the food away.” They groan in response. “Come on.”
“Fffffiiiiinnnnnne.” They slide upwards until they’re upright and slowly, they put the food away until the fridge is surprisingly packed. “I’ve never seen so much food in my life.”
“What about when you were a kid?” They laugh nervously. He frowns.
“Anyway, uh. Brass. So. I’m probably going to have a new work schedule.” They sit down at the table and place him down on top of it. He sits in front of them and continues to frown.
“And?”
“And?” They laugh nervously. “W-Well, if things go well, then I’m gonna be working a lot more hours. Like… I’ll be coming home later, like a lot? Later? Like later than usual late. Like, around the times I’d come home from the bar late. But I uh, won’t be going to the bar.”
“...Isn’t that too much work for ya?”
“Luckily, it’s just um, paperwork and stuff. And uh, we always have a lot of it, so like, at least I won’t be bored. And uh, that’s almost a guarantee that I’ll get the extra hours. A-and! At least I’ll still have the weekends off!” He shifts about on the table, feeling uncomfortable with this schedule of theirs.
“That’s only two days I’ll get to spend with you.” Guilt flashes across their features, and they bow their head, sighing softly.
“Yeah, yeah I know.”
Silence.
“...Hey um, chin-up! I’ll take you out to places on the weekends, and you’ll still get to see me come home not drunk!”
“I guess.” They gently pick him up and plant a kiss on his skull, making him sigh and lean against them.
“I know two years is gonna be a long time for this to continue, but it’ll all be worth it. I promise.”
“...Yeah.”
“Come on, let’s go make some food. You know some recipes, right?”
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The next day, they go to work. He helps them pack some lunch and says goodbye as they rush to catch the bus to their workplace. When he settles down to play some games, he finds that nothing really interests him. Candy Crush gets boring after a while, so he turns on the TV.
But even the TV gets boring.
He wanders about the house, looking here and there, exploring every nook and cranny, even taking a nap on his bed. Eventually, when he wakes up, he finds that it’s still daylight outside, and that makes him groan out loud. He heads into the kitchen and eats some of the beefcake that they made the other day, expertly avoiding the meaty pieces and regretting his decision to drop slices of raw beef into the mix. Honestly, he wouldn’t eat this even if he was starving.
Nothing else happens for a while. He just stares out the window, bored and lonely as all hell as he hopes to see them coming home soon. Instead, he nods off by the window, skull cushioned on top of his bony arms. The feeling of lips pressing against his skull gently wakes him up, and when he peeks up from his arms, he is greeted by the sight of his human. They smile, looking a bit tired but nonetheless worse for wear.
“Human!” He hugs and clings to their face, making them laugh and cupping him against their face.
“Jeez, Brass, you’d think I was gone forever.”
“It sure as hell felt like that.” He nuzzles their cheek and returns the kiss.
“You’re exaggerating.”
“‘m not.”
“Well then, I’m kinda hungry. Let’s eat something.”
They talk over dinner, them revealing that their boss gave them the extra hours since a good deal of people ended up quitting their job for various reasons their boss wouldn’t tell them. Brass told them that he was hella bored but told them not to worry too much about it since he can handle himself.
The next morning, he sees paper and pens spread out on the table for him when the human leaves. Although he has no artistic talent, he ends up spending a majority of his time doodling and scribbling things down for his human. There are a few that he’s proud of, so he sets those aside specifically so that his human can see them for sure. He stops every once in awhile to do other things, like play phone games, watch TV or YouTube, and all that jazz. It’s less boring than yesterday, but he’s still hella lonely. Eventually, he falls asleep by the window and when he wakes up, his human had placed him on the table, and he hears the sound of them warming up some food in the microwave.
Over dinner, he shows them all the important drawings he made, and he can see the happiness that shines through their tired eyes as they take them from him. They make a show of putting the drawings he’s proud of on the fridge, and he puffs his chest up in pride. When they ask if he was bored however, he just shrugs and says that he made do.
A few toys are placed on the table inconspicuously next to a fresh stack of paper the next day. They’re old and a bit beaten, but he finds a way to enjoy them anyways.
For the next days or so, he finds something new on the table. An old Gameboy. Stencils. A couple of comic books that he needs to prop up and read from a distance. It never ceases to amaze him how they manage to find something for him to entertain himself with, even if some of these things were old and dusty and sort of chewed up. When they don’t have some new toy or gizmo for him to use, they give him little treats. Sometimes it’s a bit of chocolate, other times it’s some candy they purchased on break just for him. One time it was a gumball, and it took him a few good days to properly finish it off. His jaws were really tired after that.
The days he looks forward to the most are the weekends however. It’s those days where he gets to go out with them just to take a walk or to visit nearby stores. They never buy anything or eat out, but he enjoys enjoying nature with them. When it’s raining, they stay indoors and have movie marathons or clean the house. In the end though, it always ends the same. They go to bed, only to smother him with affection before leaving him
It was Sunday night when they were helping him into bed. He always hates these days the most, because it means the end of spending time with them, and more time by himself. They press their lips to his skull and give him a quick nuzzle.
“Night, Brass. Love you.” Just when they were about pull away from him, he grabs their hair quickly.
“Wait.”
“Hm?” They look at him in confusion, wondering what it is he could want. He blushes and looks away from them, taking a deep breath before looking back up to give them a shy smile.
“I uh, I love ya too.” They blink once, twice, before their face practically beams with their smile. He returns the smile, albeit an awkward one, and feels proud of himself for finally telling them his feelings.