#freakyhorror

@freaky-zombie-chick submitted:  A SOUL match-up for Freaky. As you can see her SOUL has faded and cracked to the point of chipping away. A traumatic event like her death caused such a thing. Yet Kindness is still there and DETERMINATION fuels her to keep her going.

the tortoise’s two cents:  I really love Freaky’s SOUL.  The black from being undead, yet the glow of green Kindness is such a nice touch, and the fact that her Determination is literally holding her SOUL together is such a great design!  You can even see a tiny glimpse of what her SOUL used to look like, right in the middle.  

I may be biased, but I still think Axe is the perfect match for her SOUL.  Or at least, he’d be drawn to it the most.  He wouldn’t bat an eye at the fact that it’s black, or that it’s shattered by death; that doesn’t matter to him.  She fits with him well, being a zombie, and he doesn’t find fault with her diet, either.  

But despite the fact that she’s a zombie, it’s that Kindness that still shines through that he really likes.  

She’s good to him, good to his brother.  She isn’t repulsed by their former diet or the fact that he’s literally ripped a human limb from limb in a fit of hunger.  He isn’t used to that kind of Kindness, not anymore, and certainly not from a human -- er, former human.  

This can’t be happening. How can it even happen? Every monster was on the surface, finally free from the Underground. He was able to see the stars with his brother. And he met her.

A RESET.

How else would he be standing here in this damn fucking hallway of judgment? Oh, how he’ll enjoy this fight. It won’t solve anything.  But hurting them will ease the pain of being ripped away from his life on the surface. Of being ripped away from her.

Soon enough, the fucking last human SOUL appeared before him. He didn’t hesitate to use his blue magic on them and send them hurling down the corridor, slamming into the wall. His single red eye light was pulsating in bloodlust frenzy with the surge of power. His sharp grin was too wide for his skull. But Sans didn’t care. As long they felt as much as possible, that’s all what mattered to him. The human squirmed and raised a single hand at him.

“Sa-ns,” they gargled out blood -- no, it wasn’t their voice. They never uttered a single word before. It sounded so familiar. It was her voice.

“S—an-s,” more blood poured out her mouth as Sans snapped from his dream-NO, A NIGHTMARE!!

“no, no, no, no!!” he repeated as he took in the scene.

He was back to the surface, to her bedroom.

Freaky, she, was the one trapped by his blue magic, not the last human SOUL. He had her pinned against the wall, but that wasn’t the worst of it.

The art piece was a sculpture to look like sharp, bleached coral reef. She bought it out of the blue and for a stupid high price. He thought it was a hunk of junk, but never spoke of his thoughts of it out loud since she liked that sculpture. That very same sculpture was impaling her like a human pin cushion. The color had turned blackish from her blood and struggle.

Then he saw what his blue magic was holding, her SOUL. It was fractured, cracked around the edges, and blacked from her death. Veins of Determination held it together.

He flinched and released his magic when Freaky gargled out his name again. Her broken SOUL snapped back into her chest. The zombie was finally free to move again. She shoved on the spikes backwards to free herself. Three gaping holes were left over from her upper chest and side. Freaky ripped of her bloody and ripped shirt, leaving her in only her underwear. Sans could see the coral reef-like sculpture through these holes he created onto her. The skeleton could also glimpse the bottom of her ribcage and her heart that never beats. The gasping of her breath sent shivers down his spine.

Then, like he seen before when he gets rough in their love making, her wounds start to heal. Tendons reconnect, blood pumped through veins, flesh mending itself, her body healing at a faster right than ever before. The holes disappeared within minutes. She crawled to him.

“It’s okay,” she assured him.

Sans hasn’t said a word since he woken from his nightmare

“Come back to me,” she pleaded.

His shock finally dissolving away once he felt her hand held his. The zombie caressed him in her arms and pulled him close. Soft kisses were danced all over his skull and near his tearing eye sockets. She was too kind to him, reassuring him when she needed it more. Sans knew he didn’t deserved her in any lifetime. Yet her she was, by her own free will. She chose him out of everyone.

Even after all this, she was still mindful in not touching his broken skull.

The skeletal reptile blushes a bright green at the kind gesture, a smile spreading across her beak.  “Oh, stars, thank you, Freaky!  You have no idea how much that meant to me.”   After throwing her arms around her undead friend, she suddenly pulls back and holds up a phalange.  “Wait right here.”

In the next moment, Blackberry is pushed onto the scene.  He looks confused, but as soon as he spots Freaky, a navy blush quickly flashes across his cheeks.  “IT’S YOU,” he states, trying to sound flat and uninterested, but failing spectacularly -- especially given how he can’t quite look away.  “N-NOT THAT I’VE BEEN HOPING TO RUN INTO YOU OR ANYTHING,” he hurriedly adds, crossing his arms.  He obviously has been hoping for another moment alone with the zombie.  “YOU, ON THE CONTRARY, HAVE OBVIOUSLY BEEN LURKING AROUND, HOPING TO GET ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO SEE ME!  I KNOW, I KNOW, YOU’RE JUST DYING TO GET ANOTHER KISS!”

Was that an unintended pun?  He didn’t even notice; instead, he was trying to look as if he wasn’t so nervous that his bones were close to rattling.  

“S-SINCE YOU WENT THROUGH THE TROUBLE OF COMING HERE, I MAY AS WELL REWARD YOUR EFFORTS!” he suggested, stepping closer, his cheeks still glowing a vibrant, dark blue.  As soon as he was right in front of her, however, a blur suddenly came from the side, causing him to jump back, his arms defensively raised.

Axe smirked as he slipped an arm around Freaky’s waist.  In his other hand is a chipped mug filled with coffee.  “heya sugar.  this little asshole bothering ya?”

“I WAS N--”

“doesn’t matter,” Axe interjected, shrugging as he sipped his coffee.  His attention remained on Freaky.  “heard you bought a buncha coffee for us and our reptile host.”  Blackberry muttered something about Gerson’s reanimated corpse, which Axe ignored.  “that was sweet of ya, kid.  you didn’t have to do that, but she seemed real happy.  even said somethin’ about me gettin’ some special screen-time soon, whatever that shit means.”  

“WHAT ABOUT ME?”

Axe again doesn’t acknowledge Blackberry, which only seems to piss him off more.  “but since you’ve been so generous to us, why don’t you come over to our place?  my bro’s recently cooked some of his old special spaghetti, and i bet he’d love you to taste test it for him.  he tried to be smart about it-- ya’know, make his dish real brainy.”  He winked.  “c’mon.  we can ever bring the lil’ tyrant.”  He finally acknowledges Blackberry, who’s glaring daggers.  

“LIKE I’D EAT YOUR BROTHER’S COOKING!  H-HOWEVER, I SHOULD ESCORT YOU!  MAKE SURE YOU DON’T TRY ANYTHING TOO INDECENT!”

The parlor doors were open to let the sounds of the ocean inside. The music of nature always had a way of soothing her. The zombie sat on a stool, with a canvas in front of her, in the middle of the parlor. She was painting the grand piano that was resting in the corner of the room. The grand piano, itself, didn’t match the rest of her home; her home was upscale, modern, with every advance technology she wanted she had in her home. It was old and worn, and even a few keys were broken. The grand piano, a painted portrait of a woman, and herself were the only things that were old in that home.

Her brushstrokes came to a pause. The woman stared at her painted canvas, studying it. The sound of the crashing waves was distant and muted. She placed her paintbrush down on the side table with the other colors.

“Hey Sans,” The zombie than turned on her stool to look at him, “if I knew you were coming, I would made us some lunch.”

He stood behind her at the entrance of the parlor. Sweat was collecting at his brow and his eye sockets empty of everything. She titled her head to the side.

“You okay?”

The skeleton stayed in silence.

“Did something happen?”

“you said you kin were mages,” he finally spoke up, his single eye light returned. “what kind of magic do you have?”

The zombie stared at the skeleton monster. He hardly ever asks about her past and she did the same for him. They mutual agreed their friendship was the present and not the past. But she shared a bit about herself before and he never stopped her. Maybe this was something else.

“It’s healing magic. I believe it’s associated with the color green. That might explain why I can’t really die,” she replied. “Anything else you want to ask?”

“no.”

“Okay.” She gave him a gentle and caring smile. “Hey, if you need anything just let me know.”

“thanks.”

Freaky then turned back on her stool to go back to her canvas. But painting anything, seemed pointless at this point.

The sound of screeching tires, the decal of skulls on the sides, the chrome and shiny black finish, spikes and studs along the trim, real black leather seats, and a real sliver skull mount on the handlebars to tie it all together. His motorcycle was in prim condition like it was fresh out of the factory.

Her eyes were wide in wonder she circled the motorcycle a few times, socking in every detail she could. She crouched here and there to get better views at it, her voice gasping with each new thing she discovered about it.

Freaky visited his place first. It wasn’t too far from where she lived. Only about thirty minutes minutes away in good traffic. Her car was recently new but had some wear and tear. The two were talking about something that led to vehicles which brought them outside.

“Oh my goodness, it looks like it belongs in a movie.” The zombie finally stood up and smiled in glee at Blackberry. “And you manage to keep in tip top shape, even living out in the woods. You must have put a lot of love and care into it.”

“WELL OF COURSE!” Blackberry beamed. “ONLY THE BEST OF THE BEST OF MOTORCYCLES ARE WORTHY TO MY STANDARDS!! FOR I, THE MALEVOLENT SANS, HAVE QUIET HIGH ONES!!”

She smiled only wider at him, and then she looked at her watch.

“Hey, it’s getting late. I better leave now before traffic gets bad.”

“WAIT?! YOU’RE LEAVING?!”

“Yeah if I don’t leave now, it’ll take me an hour to get home.”

The zombie was putting her stuff away in her car when she saw his face. The skeleton looked disappointed and was about to say something, but she spoke up first.

“Hey, how about you pick me up tomorrow at ten on that hot motorcycle of yours, and you show me around town? Sounds good?”

And that’s how she wound up waking up early and dressed how she was. Spiked ankle boots, ripped skinny jeans, a dark purple corset top, and a black leather jacket, and with spiked jewelry to tie it all together.

Right on cue, the skeleton monster pulled up in her drive way. She was waiting for him, leaning against the porch railing. The zombie was mostly waiting to see the look on his skull.

And it was worth it.

Once her removed his helmet and got a good look at her, his eye-lights went out. His whole face turned from a soft blush on his cheekbones to a full on skull indigo hue. And for once she had met this monster, he was speechless.

“You’re right on time.” She broke the ice.

The skeleton monster got his loud voice back. “THE MALEVOLENT SANS IS ALWAYS PUNCTUAL NO MATTER IT IS!!”

“Let’s get going then.”

The zombie went to towards the motorcycle and got her helmet. She sat right behind him and scooted close to him. She got as close she could before her chest was resting against his back. Then her hands went to his hipbones and slowly made her way to his waist. Freaky could feel Blackberry going rigid for a moment. She made sure she had a firm grip on him.

Finally he drove out of her beach home and towards town. The zombie didn’t know it yet, but this was their first official date and he planned to show her everything he could on that hot ride of his.

((What this? A two for one deal is what it is. Have some more FreakyHorror. Warning: mentioning of slight gore.))

He woke up once the sunlight reached his skull, blinding him a bit. He groaned a bit in annoyance, it was one of the best nights he had in a good while. The skeleton sat up and looked around. The room was decorated with odd pieces and was spotless. He could hear the ocean waves.

This isn’t his room.

Of course it wasn’t. He had stayed the night at her place. It explains how well rested he was but also how on edge he felt. The skeleton monster wasn’t used to this peacefulness. He remembers bits and pieces, at best, of time being in a cycle, a loop that never ended; and that a certain single factor was able to change all of that in a blink of an eye. He didn’t enjoy the uncertainty of what tomorrow could bring, left it open to the hands of fate and karma.

The distant sound of something falling to the ground brought him back to the now.

How long has he’s been sitting in bed?

His bone fingers were scraping the rim of his empty eye socket. He removed them, and shook off the feeling of yesterday to the here and now.

The smell was what brought him out of bed. The haunting reminder of hunger engraved in the very pit of his soul. He followed the meaty smell to the kitchen. The aroma was filled with frying bacon, the rich scent of coffee, and something familiar that something from the basement.

And there she was, hair up in a messy bun and dressed in an oversized t-shirt. The woman was picking up a pan; it was caused the crashing sound from before. The skeleton monster couldn’t help but stare right at her ass as she cleaned the mess. Her back was still towards him as she stood up. The bruises and bite marks he marked on her were healing at a rapid pace like always.

It intrigued but also annoyed him. She was dead yet had … healing magic? Humans have very weak, poor healing magic. Only mages could have stronger healing magic, but not as powerful compared to monsters. They need medicine, machines to help them.

“Did I wake you?” she interrupted his train of thought. Her voice was soft and caring. “Sorry about that. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

He didn’t respond. She finally turned to look at him. His single eye-light was looking at her direction but more like through her.

“Sans.” The zombie snapped her fingers. “You okay?”

“yeah,” he finally spoke up.

“I see you’re not a morning person. It took me decades to finally wake up when the sun rises.” The zombie went back to the stove. “How do you like your eggs and bacon?”

“i’ll have them however you make them as long they’re eggcellent.”

“Okay, two chef choice coming right up.” She giggled at his pun and went back to cooking.

The skeleton monster sat down at the table and stared at her. He wasn’t used to this at all. He hated how on edge he felt, like the universe was the verge to grab him and throw him back to reality. But Sans was already there, on the surface, both him and his brother, freedom from the Underground, and he was with her.

He’s … enjoying this … all of this. When was the last time he felt content; truly happy living in the present? But the lingering past was clawing at his mind. A fake grin plastered on his face.

She hummed a bit and her cooking was about done. She got everything ready and turned the stove off. Their breakfast was simple, scrambled eggs and crispy bacon, but smelled like a 5-star chef cooked it. The zombie severed his plate first and then hers before sitting down across from him.

“Hope you like them,” she said.

They ate in silence for a bit. He noticed her eggs look different from his, there were some grey stuff in them. She caught him staring at her meal.

“Eggs and other meats are considered brain food, but it depends whose asking.” The zombie gave him a smile and continued to eat.

That was one thing out of several, she would never share with Sans. She made it clear that her collection in the basement was only for her and no one else. He understood and never questioned it. The skeleton noticed right away that the zombie hardly shared anything that involved her personal self. Granted she shared many others things, but those were mostly material things and her own body. But when it came to her past, she was a locked safe, hidden from all that knew her.

He didn’t even know her real name.

“You know,” she said, breaking his train of thought again, “I see you as a real friend. I haven’t had a real friend in-”

She pauses.

“-I can’t even remember how far back. But I want to say is that I enjoy spending time with you, beyond the sex.”

“well i do rise to the occasion when i see you.”

“You sure do.” The zombie winks and sticks out her tongue at him.

He gave out a chuckle.

“We have an understanding of each other, we don’t try to pry or try to fix each other. We share if we want to and I want to share now.”

Sans stopped eating a looked at her with his single eye-light.

“My kin name is an old one but the word that comes close to it is Rapture.”

The air was quiet, even the ocean waves outside fell silent for them. They stared at each other.

“nice to meet you rapture, i hoped last night was utter bliss for you.”

The zombie giggled at first and then her laughter grew to the point she had a hard time breathing.

“Oh sugar skull,” she snorted, “I can’t keep up with you this morning.”

Sans wouldn’t get used this anytime soon, but her laughter and smile made it seemed a bit better. He chuckled and made more puns.

He hated what he was doing.

The skeleton monster was making the zombie his anchor to the here and now.

((Seems to be a bit of trouble in paradise. I see Axe as the type of monster to keep his problems to himself. Freaky has spent a good amount of personal time with him to notice when something is off but knows better than to pry. She figures if Axe’s wants to talk, he will.))

the tortoise’s two cents:  Oooo, this was awesome, Freaky!  And I’m so sorry this took so long to post!  I’m cleaning my askbox and queuing up asks/submissions, and I have to keep refreshing to load things because for some reason, tumblr likes to pretend half my asks aren’t there.  So I just refreshed and realized I hadn’t posted this yet!  

I love her and Black on the motorcycle, and I thought that Axe and Freaky bonding over breakfast was a nice touch.  So was the fact that he recognizes what he’s doing--that he’s using her as an anchor to the present, rather than being consumed by the past--yet that doesn’t actually change anything.  I see him as the type to keep his problems to himself, definitely.  

It started with a coffee drink. She was first to buy him a hot cup of espresso that cold morning. Then he returned the favored by buying her an ice mocha the next time they met around lunchtime. This went back and forth for them till the word coffee was a code name for sex.

And that’s how he ended up back at her place.

The house finally fell silent after two good hours of screaming and shouting, and a whole of growling and grunting in their love making. He was proven oh so wrong on how much she moaned out his name. Granted she was undead, zombie to be correct. But she wasn’t like the rotting type he’s seen in movies and a popular TV show. No she looked normal if you didn’t look for the details.

She fell asleep after a while, her back towards him and her hair out off to the side.

His single eye light focused on every aspect of her. He can see her bruises around her neck started to heal. His phalanges gripped hard and tight around different parts of her body, seeing what sounds she’ll make. But her hold was just as strong as his. When he sank his shark teeth into her upper thigh, he swore her grip on his ribs was about to snap them right off, and then again when her kisses around his neck vertebra went down to his collar bone. The skeleton can still feel the slight pain of his collar bone from her love bite.

They were both aggressive and strong in their own rights. But she was the one to yield down and let him be the dominate one for this night. His clawing, biting, and bruising on her skin and full curves were healing. That answered some of his questions but opened so much more.

But something else had gotten to him that nearly drove him over the edge.

It was a certain scent. It smelled similar to his tool shed back underground, his weapon of choice was covered in it, his brother’s cooking filled the fridge, and even on his unwashed clothing. The skeleton smelled it when entered her home and again when they were close. He smelled it on her bare skin and even in the sheets. The scent was hidden, masked by her perfume and bleach. It was faint but he was confident of it.

It was the stench of dead humans.

He would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he loved that scent on her naked body.

The zombie moved to lie on her back, away from him. She was still sleeping.

That’s when he got up and looked for the source. And he found it.

The basement is where the scent was coming from. Old habits die hard. The monster entered and used his magic to turn on the light switch. The room was clean and spotless of any mess, but his single eye light wasn’t on that. No, it was focused on the shelving on the wall. The jars were labeled by date.

Each jar held a brain. Some even had part of the spinal cord still attached to the organ.

“I like to keep them in their spinal fluid if I can. It makes the brain taste better.” She said behind him.

They faced each other in silence. Her foggy eyes looked right at his single eye light. It glowed brightly in defense, the only sign he gave her. He can see her blood veins getting dark near her eyes, a sign of a challenge.

Her smile broke the heavy tension.

“Since we’re both awake, would you like some coffee?”

He smiled right back at her, his index and middle phalanges gripped the rim of his hallow eye socket, tugging slightly.

“sure, why not.”

The coffee tasted the same as always, but the meaning behind it was different. It was a peace offering and answers, and she did just that. She explained and he understood. They had rules and secrets now. They won’t question any further unless they had too.

“there’s a lot of things i’d do for ketchup -- specifically homemade ketchup.  i could be a slut for that.  and maybe ketchup poured over doritos.  i’m kinda craving that now that you brought it up, heh.  now, what’s this about a sweater?”

His eyelight flicks down to his phone while he googles it.  

“ok, you’re right about that.  good thing i ain’t a virgin or i’d be done for.  wear that tonight, bring some ketchup, doritos, and coffee.  you’ve heard of sleepin’ like the dead.  well, i’ll be sleepin’ with the dead.”