#hororrtale

I see the Papyrus/Swap Sans, as skeletons that stress bakes/cooks whenever they are alone, or with other Papi/swaps. And I wanted to write this scenario for a long ass time!! If anyone wants more or want to make a request, please let me know. Warning: implied Fontcest, don’t like then don’t read!!

Edge (Fell! Papyrus) and bitty Horrortale Sans and Papyrus (different than original Horrortale brothers)

“SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THESE THINGS ARE TINY VERSIONS OF US?” Edge looks down at his brother, who has a small box, covered with a small fluffy blanket, in his arms and then to the silent box.

He could feel the familiar magic of the alternative Sans and Papyrus, but it was strange, like being near a small predator that was hungry and he didn’t know if he was meant to be the prey or provider.

”heh, something like that. Softy found them near a sewer drain, and.. we’ll take a look.” Red, such a stupid name, gently sets the box on the kitchen table and folds the blanket in half so the two of them could peek in.

“Fuck! Little shits!” Red growls as a tiny bone soars out of the box, cracked and with a faint bloody red glow, and nearly hits him in the eye socket.

Edge lets out an annoyed sigh as he grabs a sheet pan, and holds it like a shield as he peeks in. The pan takes a couple more hits before the tiny skeleton, which reminds Edge of Axe, or HT Sans, but tiny and worse for wear, as the bigger HT Sans and Papyrus had years on the surface and ate their weight in food and were slowly healing from the abuse of their world, tires itself out.

“BROTHER, YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO UNDERMINE A CAPTURED MONSTER.” Edge lectures his brother as he sets the pan off to the side, but will within reach.

“oh fuck off bro. Rus said that it fell asleep, didn’t know it was pretending.” Red grumbles, pissed that he has gotten soft of being on guard.

“HM, YOU MAY LEAVE THEM ON THE TABLE. GET DOOMFANGER INTO HER ROOM WHILE I MAKE SOMETHING FOR OUR… UNINVITED GUESTS.” Edge turns and returns to baking, something he got into after seeing his brother inhale Rus’ mustard cookies and tried to sneak more.

“yeah yeah, just don’t lose a fucken eyelight, sweety.” Red puns, knowing that his nicknames are the best way to get a small treat even when his bro is not in the mood to share some of his creations.

“GO BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND.” Edge huffs as he scans the box from the corner of his eye socket, keeping his magic close as a just in case.

A few hours later, Red leaves with a delightful bag of mustard cookies, with a box of other sweets to give to the other skeletons, and Edge carefully sets a plateful of monster food mini muffins, all different kinds, filled with his healing magic and nutritious.

The box stays silent, save for a few growling tummies, but Edge ignores it and begins cleaning.

He swallows the smile and chuckle wanting to escape as a very tiny, very dirty, very hungry HT Sans and Papyrus carefully makes their way out of the box, using the blanket and maybe some of their own magic, and sniff the mini muffins.

The Tiny Axe, maybe Edge should call him something else, take a small bite of a chocolate chip one and his soul skips a beat as he hear a tiny, soft, purr of delight.

‘It’s like Doomy all over again.’ He thinks as he continues washing the muffin pans, bowls, and such.

A small clatter almost makes him turn around, but he stays strong. Only a few minutes later, he would find the plate empty and melted chocolate spelling out, ‘Thanks’.

“Much little Doomy indeed.”