#flirtfell

Snow fell silently as Blue crunched ahead, Stretch a step behind him. Even with the more moderate temperatures in the Taleverses, it was a chilly evening, a storm setting in to bury everything in a white blanket. Why the others has decided to go ahead with the sleepover was beyond Stretch, but Blue wasn’t one to miss a hangout if he could help it. The lights from the house shined through the flakes, Stretch shuffling along as they finally came up to the front door, Blue knocking firmly twice. There was a short conversation on the other side before the door finally swung open, Sans standing in a thick sweater that looked, surprisingly, homemade. Not that the craftsmanship was shoddy; the name Comic Sans was embroidered along the front in large, bubbly letters. Sans looked tired, as if he was already done with the noise.

“Hey kiddos. Get inside before ya freeze and Paps has my tailbone, Blue.” Blue thanked him and stepped inside immediately, greeting whoever was in the living room as he began peeling off his layers. Stretch stepped forward to head inside as well, only for Sans to move outside, shutting the door behind him and looking up with a serious expression.

“It’s a little to cold out here for serious conversations, isn’t it bud?” Stretch joked, though Sans just snickered lightly, his hands resting his his pants pockets.

“Just wanted to give you fair warning. Your brother already met them, so I’m not worried about him, but…” Sans shrugged, looking back to the house. Stretch frowned.

“Find someone new?”

Sans shrugged again. “A couple. They’re...different. Just wanted to warn ya before you started a fight you won’t win.”

Stretch stared at him, sockets narrowed, before he grinned. “Like I’d do that. Paps’d have my hide if I broke something.” That made Sans chuckle, his grin widening as he turned back to the door, waving for him to follow. Stretch followed him inside even as he thought about the warning; what the hell kind of skeletons were they? Sure he hadn’t gotten along with Fell for the first several months, but they’d never actually fought.

They’d gotten close a couple times, but that was mostly his own fault.

The living room was set up with mattresses and bedding, the large TV setup on the opposite wall, an old MTT movie playing on silent. Slim and Red were already set up on the beds, sitting up and playing what looked to be poker. There was a third hand sitting where someone might have been sitting, though neither of the Fellverse monsters seemed to be sneaking a look. It was unusual for them to not tempt fate and cheat, especially when Stretch was playing and had to leave in the middle of the game. Too many times he’d come back to different cards or to them winning in just a few hands because they knew what he had.

For them to not even try with whoever it was they were playing against...had they talked Fell into playing?

It sounded like everyone else was in the kitchen, loud exclamations and the smells of food being prepared coming from the shut door. Stretch stared at the door to the kitchen for a moment, considering just getting the first impressions out of the way, but decided maybe it would be better to get Red and Slim’s verdict of the new monsters before he did.

“Sup, Stretch, wanna join? Always happy to take yer g.” Red snarked, barely looking up from their game as Slim placed another small bag of gold in the pile between them. Stretch plopped down beside them both, sitting cross legged as he watched, amused.

“No thanks, I’m good.” Stretch grinned as the other two snickered. He watched them play for a while, before a particularly loud sound came from the kitchen, Sans getting up from his nap on the far mattress to make sure nothing had caught on fire. Stretch watched the door swing shut before he turned back to the game. “So what’s up with the new guys? Sans gave me the talk before I came in.”

Both of them stopped for a second, eyelights flicking to the waiting hand still sitting on the bed beside them, before they went back to their game.

“There’s not really that much ta say. Fellverse, the both of them. Bit rough around the edges, but so are we.” Red spoke with little care, as if talking about the weather. Slim just nodded, more focused on the game than what Stretch had asked. That was probably a good sign; if neither of the protective older brothers were concerned about the newcomers, then that meant that they were probably okay.

Stretch sighed. While he really just wanted to put it off as long as possible, he might as well get it over with. Getting laboriously to his feet, Stretch shuffled to the kitchen door, smirking half heartedly as the two assholes behind him started loudly arguing (“I won!” “No you fucking didn’t, you cheating asshole!”). He listened for a moment, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.

It was almost instantaneously overwhelming, the sheer amount of skeletons in the rather small kitchen. Fell and Papyrus were at the sink, washing up what dishes they’d made from cooking dinner while they waited for it to be done cooking. Razz and Blue were standing at the table, preparing what looked to be a few different desserts for after dinner. Sans seemed to have disappeared at some point, probably upstairs sleeping away from the noise.

But the two that took up the most of his attention was the two darkly dressed skeletons standing over Blue. The two Papyruses standing over Blue.

They were from a Fellverse alright. Stretch didn’t even have to feel their LV to know that. But there was something about the two of them that put him immediately on edge. It was a similar feeling to how he first felt about Fell, so he tried to push it down. He could be wrong. They could be fine. But he wasn’t going to take the chance.

“And then you mix the dry ingredients together, like this.” Blue was busy whisking what looked to be flour and baking soda together, another bowl set to the side with a brown mixture of the liquid ingredients. The slightly shorter Papyrus was watching intently, even holding a small notepad and rapidly jotting things down as he watched. It was almost endearing, how focused he was on what was more than likely just a simple cookie mixture.

The taller was watching with a smile, his hands in his jeans pockets. His red eyelights were carefully looking from what Blue was doing to who Stretch assumed was his brother. Did they even have a Sans? Stretch couldn’t help but frown at the fact that their Sans, if they had one, had not shown up. Unless he was upstairs as well.

“Hey bro, havin’ fun?” He winced inwardly; his voice was unnaturally tight. Blue would know something was wrong if he wasn’t careful.

Blue looked up from his mixing to smile in greeting. “Hello brother! I am indeed; I’m showing Spark how to make sugar cookies!” At Stretch’s blank look, Blue gestured to the shorter Papyrus. “He’s a wonderful cook! But he doesn’t know how to bake, so Razz and I offered to show him how to make a few things.”

“Aww, thanks love.” The Papyrus, Spark, leaned down, leaving a chaste kiss on the top of Blue’s head, the Sans blushing lightly. “Such a sweetheart. Right brother?” His voice was similar in pitch to Papyrus’, but was much, much smoother.

“I’d have to agree. Both of these cuties are a great help. You’ll be making delicious sweets in no time.” The taller’s voice was deeper, more like Fell’s, but just as smooth as Spark’s. He smiled indulgently to his brother, Spark grinning brightly in return. Both Blue and Razz were blushing, a light coloring on their cheekbones the only sign that they were as flustered as they were.

Both of the Sanses went back to their preparations, Spark almost instantly going back to watching with every ounce of concentration he possessed. The other, however, looked to Stretch, his smile growing tight at whatever expression was on Stretch’s face. Stretch stared back, his emotions roiling in his chest. What the fuck was he supposed to make of that?!

The two were shameless flirts. Fellverse shameless flirts. Stretch wanted nothing more than to grab his brother and get him away from the two, but he knew how it would be taken by everyone else in the room.

Suddenly the taller was standing beside him, arms crossed over his chest even as he continued to watch the other three as they finished up the cookies. “The name’s Braise, sugar.”

Stretch wanted to say that he didn’t give a shit what the other’s name was. Instead, he kept his mouth shut.

“I realize my brother can seem...overzealous in his affection. He’s a very open monster with those he trusts. And it’s not easy to gain his trust.” Braise kept his voice low, only for Stretch to hear. “It’s not easy to gain my trust either. But your brother...your brother is special. He’s been nothing but welcoming. In fact, I’ve never met a monster like him before. I’d love to get to know him better.”

Stretch turned to the other, mouth open to give him his exact opinion of this asshole spending any amount of time with his brother, only to find a pair of deep crimson eyelights staring back at him, locking him in place.

“Your brother does not need your protection. Don’t do something you might regret, sugar. I promise I’m not as forgiving as the edgelord.”