#blurredcreator

Blur: I love you Crea

Creator: I love you more

Blur: no I love you more

Creator: I love you m-

Blur: shuSH SHUSH I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING AND I DONT WANT THAT, TALK LESS SMILE MORE

Creator: wha-

Blur: iM AARON BLURR, SIR, LETS GO THEO *Grabs static and runs away*

(This time it has nothing to do with Exterminatus)

“I love you”

It really sounded fake. Blur had heard those words a thousand times, he really couldn’t believe he was hearing them from anyone. His dad certainly never said that.

It was quite jarring to hear, around school, during lunch, after school, late at night, early morning. Every time, it was from the same person. He’d heard it possibly hundreds of times, this declaration of love he knew he felt back, and yet he’s never said it.

This person had essentially saved them. Took them in, in a way. Gave them new friends, new love, a new outlook on life. He didn’t have to care about what his dad thought anymore, because he has people to defend him. He has Creator.

Blur isn’t very popular, or charismatic, or funny, or entertaining to be around. He’s not even that positive. And yet, he’s showered with praise, he’d call it annoying if it’s source wasn’t Creator.

Blur isn’t alright, there are things that he just can’t fix, trauma and anguish. But, this pain subsides a little, because Creator is there to make him happy, because he loves him.

Cold dark nights don’t scare him so much, because Creator is there to keep him company, wether in person or not. Because he loves him.

Bullies aren’t so much of a problem anymore, because Creator is there to defend him, because he loves him.

And Blur loves him back.

Blur loves Creator, and Creator loves Blur.

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Naj - @ehhh??

Creator - @me

Remember that fic I made where Blur and Creator both died!? Well I’m making a sequel. Have fun reading

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After Blur died so suddenly before Hape and Shifty, they realised something. They would have to look after Static, if his parents weren’t alive anymore. Newt didn’t seem to 100% get it, she’d never actually seen someone die before, but Shifty sat her down and explained it to her.

Everyone got emotional, they had told everyone what had happened. There was a big funeral, and Blur and Creator were buried side by side, together. Life would be different, forever.

(5 Years Later)

It was Christmas Time, Static had turned five a few days ago and was currently eyeing his presents, trying to guess what’s inside them. Impact sat on the couch, Newt sitting next to her, her head on her shoulder. Shifty sat at the table, looking sad.

“Hey”

Shifty looked up, seeing Hape smiling at him,

“What’s up?” Shifty asked, “What’s wrong?” Hape asked, noticing the look on his face, “Just… thinking…” He answered, “O-kay, tell me when your done thinking” He said walking to the living room and starting to annoy Newt.

“Uncle Shifty!” Static yelled, “What’s up kiddo?” He asked, noticing Static sit down next to him, “What was mommy and daddy like?” He asked full of curiosity,

“Heh, well, your mommy was quiet, we didn’t talk that much, but they were so nice all the time, and cared the world about you and your safety. Your daddy was a… strange guy. Always coming over with some stupid idea or just to hang out. You could tell he loved you though, even though he barely knew you” He said, making Static smile sadly,

“They were so in love, they’d constantly be close to one an other, as if one would die if they came apart, one time I caught them kissing, it was gross.”

Static giggled.

“They never fought, and always found a way to solve their problems together… they… they were gonna get married… I think Creator was gonna take Blur to OuterTale or something for the honeymoon… they…I…”

Tears streamed down Shifty’s face, and Static hugged him, muffled sobs being heard from his chest.

“How about an early Christmas present kiddo?”

Static unwrapped the gift, seeing a rainbow scarf, with black streaks and colourful glitches surrounding it. There was a letter too.

‘Heya kiddo! MERRY CHRISTMAS! You might be wondering, WOAH! (That’s you!) THIS IS A COOL SCARF (do people still say 'cool’? I hope so) WHERE DID IT COME FROM!? Well I’ll tell ya! This came from your Uncle Papyrus! He was an old friend (and the reason I’m addicted to Marinara Sauce >:( ) and he was super nice, he gave me this for my birthday, this was the last thing I have from my universe, and now it’s yours.

Merry Christmas

This Fic is pretty late, but I wanted to do something for Valentine’s Day, so here is a sad BlurredCreator fic, lovely!

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It was February 13th, and Creator hadn’t gotten back yet. He said he would be back in 3 days tops, that was a week ago. Blurred couldn’t stop worrying, and having to take care of Static on his own, even for a week, was exhausting.

He’d just put Static to bed, when he heard the front door open and soft footprints walking through the hall. He was going to turn around, but he was stopped by a hug from behind,

“Hey” He heard in a soothing voice, “Sorry I was gone for so long…”

Blur looked up and saw a pair of blue and red eyes looking into his, though, they weren’t shiny like usual, they were dull.

“Creator…” Blur said with tears in his eyes, before turning around and hugging his tightly.

“The one and only…” He said back weakly.

“Creator..? What’s wrong?” He said, before noticing the blood dripping from Creator’s mouth and left eye socket, and the huge wound on this chest. His eyes shrinked, his eye-sockets welling up with the tears that were dropping down his cheeks to the floor.

“Creator!?”

Dust began the break of the side of Creator’s skull and hands, tears falling from his cracking eye-sockets. He put his hand to the side of Blur’s face before kissing him.

“Please don’t be sad…” He said, before fully turning to dust, only leaving a blood stained, red hoodie.

Blur fell to his knees and hugged the hoodie, before looking at it. He now noticed that the hoodie had a cut along it, including the sleeves. He collected Creator’s dust and put it in a jar, for now.

Blur felt… like death.

*Blur’s HP: -20/1

(He’s not dead, he just constantly feels like it now, he has the DT to live on even with -20 health anyways)

His glitches faded, showing his half cracked face, and his red eye. He didn’t know what to do.

(A few days later)

Blur is sitting on the couch in Shifty and Hape’s house. He’d only met Hape and Shifty because of Creator, they were his friends. Newt was there too, she was holding Static, smiling at his innocently.

He wore Creator’s jacket, and had tear streaks stained to his skull.

Blur hadn’t slept, he’d barely eaten anything, and he hasn’t talked to anyone. Shifty started to get worried and went to check on him, not knowing about Creator’s death. They took Blur to their house and talked about what happened, while Hape sat on the ground, his eyes missing, staring at the door.

A figure popped into Blur’s head, he was a fire man, with a long black scarf.

“He’s ok” He said.

Blur smiled weakly, before shutting his eyes, and slowly turning to dust.

*They’re happy now…*

Creator Belongs to Me

Blurred belongs to @askblurredsans

Hape Belongs To @toggy001

Shifty Belongs to @ashwolfcub