#kustardfic

His body trembled even if he didn't want to as he sat on a chair twice his size. Wearing a dress that he was fitted into, Red dared not to dirty such an expensive thing. But more than that, he didn't know what to say to the skeleton in front of him that was twice his size.

This was his husband.

And Red felt very cold being stared at so intensely. It was like he was a piece of meat ... bone...  with a pretty ribbon on him as if to say, I'm ready to be eaten.

But Red was not at all ready. Thank you very much.

Stars, he wanted to cry already. And they've only been sitting in silence for 5 minutes that felt like hours.

End his misery already.

"... Heh. Cute."

Red jolted in alarm. Frightened and became much paler than before. As pale as a skeleton could get at least.

Did the guy just speak, or was that Red going crazy at this point.

"Are you that scared of me?" Sans raised a brow, causing Red to choke and squeak out in an unconvincing tone that went a pitch he didn't think he'd reach. "No."

But the cold expression made Red answer, truthfully this time. "... Yes."

Sans tilted his head. "Why?" His deep voice was neither loud or quiet, making Red's soul tremble. As far as Sans knew, this was their third time meeting. The second time was at the wedding. And the first was when they were introduced to each other. It was an arrange marriage, by and by. But not once did Sans did anything to mistreat Red in any way. He'd been rather courteous and polite.

Something his little brother was shocked to find out.

So the fact that his little husband was shaking like a bullied kitten had Sans stumped for words.

Red couldn't dare to look up at Sans, fiddling with the skirt of his dress out of nervous habit. "Of course I'd be. I mean." He only looked up then and even gestured at Sans' overall appearance.

"You're fucking huge!"

"......" Sans blinked. That's it?

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Omake:

The image of this large skeleton, his husband, holding a knife in their hand struck a cord in Red that made him sweat profusely. It would be so easy, like that cake. To strike him down swift, a clean cut in the middle. He was as small in comparison. His bones felt like soft marshmallows, easy to break. Easy to cut. What if–what if—what if that had been him.

Then Red teleported.

Sans stared at the place where his wife was a moment ago. Silence hovering in the room before he said, confused. ".... Happy birthday?"

The large skeleton wished that his own wife would stop being so scared of him already.

His soul palpitated as if it was going to burst from his rib cage. Pounding and pounding. Was that his breathing? So loud. It's so loud!

Even as if he covered his mouth, nothing could get rid of his fear and the impending doom settling at the pit of his stomach.

Crouched at the corner of the room, hidden, waiting, breathing, not breathing.

He waited with bated breath, the cold sweat sliding down his skull like a leaky faucet.

thump thump thump

He's coming, he thought. Fuck fuck fuck.

There was no way out, nowhere to go to.

clink His leg twitched, causing the cuffed chain link to rattle slightly.

thump thump The footsteps stopped.

And so did his breathing.

It was already so dark in the room, especially with his one working red eye, and yet, he could see everything and nothing all at once.

Hands suddenly grabbed him from behind caging him completely, so suddenly, he couldn't even let out a sound. He just felt cold all over even though he was wrapped in a warm embrace. Swallowed up by darkness.

"Found you." A familiar deep and gruff voice whispered above him.

He was no longer in the same room he was before. And his body shook terribly.

He doesn't dare say nor turn his head, becoming deathly still in the monster's arms.

"... Really, now. Am I that scary?"

Yes. Red shook his head.

"... Guess I am. You'll really have to get used to it though. I mean," a large hand, practically the size of his whole skull, tipped his head back. A small quivering red eye light meeting with two clear and unshaken blue ones.

"Doesn't really paint a pretty picture when your own wife is scared of you."

Red's leg jolted again. The clink from the chain reminding him of the picture they made.