#spearstice

|| “I-I’d rather not answer these q-questions…” - @spearstice ||

Who asks for it:

[ x ] Your muse asks mine

[ x ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[ x ] Romantic Date

[ x ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ x ] Movies  • [ ] Romantic Comedy  • [ x ] Adventure Movie  • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  • [ x ] Horror  • [ ] Drama  • [ ] Buddy Movie  • [ ] ___ (other options)

[ x ] Restaurant  • [ ] Expensive/High Class  • [ x ] Small and familiar  • [ ] Fast Food

[ x ] Nature • [ x ] Beach • [ ] Park • [ ] Forest     • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ x ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ x ] Staying at home • [ ] Watching movies • [ x ] Playing Video Games • [ ] Reading

[ x ] Carnival (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ x ] …holding hands

[ x ] …a kiss

[ ? ] …in bed

[ x ] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ x ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

Dear diary.

HELP.

HAH

     What the what is this.

     Sunny squinted down at the duck-tape monstrosity as he contemplated this, slowly making his way back to the house. Thank the Angel Rem had stumbled here to give it to him when he was on duty and NOT when he was in town. And that he’d convinced Rem not to stick around for too long. Best not let stray cameras see his alternate after all.

     But now, as he kicked open his door to let Snap know he was home, he had to figure out how in the world to get this box open. Maybe he could summon a sharp bone. Yeah, he could manage that.

     Several minutes of vigorous sawing saw him to victory as he peeled back the last bit of tape, revealing something amazing holly Tori. His shit eating grin was large and in charge as he pulled the sneakers out to inspect. They were almost brighter than his coat was! And that was saying something.

    At Snaps request, he let them hold the (giant) sneakers as he turned his attention to a note he hadn’t noticed at first. The writing was sort of a mess, and the sender hadn’t even signed it, but it was obvious who it was from. 

Sockets widened upon entering the house, falling upon the parcel sitting on the couch. Placing aside the items he’d dug up at the Dump, he walked over and picked it up, snickering at the amount of tape that held the wrapping paper in place, even without glancing at the note beneath - it was obvious who it was from.

Once he’d finally gotten through it, he sat down on the couch, running a hand down the soft fabric, digits toying with one of the little bone buttons.

His vision began to blur, panic gripping his soul until he reached up and felt -.. the tears running down his cheekbones. 

A wet chuckle escaped him, wiping the moisture away with his sleeve before shucking off his old hoodie, pulling on the gifted jacket and sinking down into it, sockets closing.

After a few moments, he slipped down off the couch, glancing at the plastic cases and the fish-shaped cookie cutter he’d found, he tilted his head at the colorful pictures on the front - he certainly wasn’t an expert on the subject, but he was sure it was an anime of some kind.

Picking it up, he popped open the case and walked over to the Tv, kneeling down to insert it in the player, getting it ready to play.

With that, he picked up the cutter, disappearing into the kitchen.

While he waited for Undyne to return, it was time to make fish and bone shaped pancakes for their anime binge.

Send ‘Flashback’to see one of my muse’s old memories

‘hey grillby, ya mind grabbin’ me a doggy bag?’

The small skeleton glanced back following a sudden scraping of chairs, suppressing a chuckle from the excited expressions on some of the other patrons, mainly the puppy clientele with wagging tails.

‘heh, sorry guys, slip of the figurative tongue.’

They grumbled good-naturedly and returned to their own preoccupations, the bartender shaking his head from the young monster’s antics and scooping his mostly untouched burg’ and fries into a paper bag, depositing it back in front of him.

Sans tipped back his ketchup bottle for the last swallow, eliciting a shudder from some of the other monsters seated at the bar, it seemed they weren’t yet used to the bitty bone’s taste in beverage.

Resting the empty bottle on the table, he snatched the greasy bag and slipped down off the stool, stuffing it in the pocket of his oversized hoodie.

‘thanks grillz.  be seein’ ya guys. stay pawsome.’

With a playful wink and a brief hum of magic he was gone, leaving amused chuckles in his wake.

He reappeared within their neighboring biome, near the dump ground where most monsters ended up scavenging trashed items from the surface - whether or not they openly admitted to doing so.

While he would normally visit for the same reason, lately he had been making the journey for one completely unrelated to the Dump itself, but for what he was certain he’d glimpsed there.

He pulled the warm bag from his pocket, glancing around before wandering further in, his perpetually-untied sneakers splashing quietly through the shallow stream that ran throughout.

He knew he didn’t have long to search and confirm his suspicions, though he was confident this time his offering would be accepted, his ‘shortcut’ here leaving the contents still warm and fresh, rather than the previous times he’d traversed Snowdin to reach Waterfall.

Finding a dry island of rubbish amid the stream, he knelt to place the bag down, unrolling the top to let the tantalizing scent waft from within.

He hoped it would be enough to attract the attention of the monster that dwelt there, angel knew how often they were able to find anything remotely edible amid the humans refuse. 

That’s why he tried to bring meals as often as he could.

His dad was the Royal Scientist after all, with a running tab at Grillby’s for himself and his brother - it’s not as if he’d get in trouble for sharing food with someone less fortunate.

And it’s not as if he’d care if he did, anyway.

Straightening up, bespectacled sockets surveyed his surroundings a final time before he prepared for the trip back home - he’d promised his brother he’d be back in time for another chapter of Fluffy Bunny before bed after all.

‘hope ya enjoy it, try ta’ stay warm tonight.’