#theworstbro

▪ we good

▪ he let me come home

A bag of flour, a sword and one of his torn up shirts... 

The trap was laid for a perfect prank. Snaps regarded his work with malevolent glee, lacing his fingers together as he surveyed the area... Where best to lay this trap? All over the living room, of course.

Snatching up the flour, he opened it up and poured a trail along the couch, created a scuffle  on the floor in front of a TV before finally emptying the last of it in a big pile on the floor, where he dumped his old shirt. Snaps knelt down, rolling the shirt in the flour, making sure it looked completely covered, and then he took the rusty sword-- his boyfriend had made it--and used it to stab right through both his old shirt and the pile of flour.

Snaps stood up, admiring his work and dusting off his hands. Oh yes. This was going to be hilarious... It was almost time for Sans to get home from his job--oh, was he ever excited. Snaps was sure that Sans would be fooled utterly, and likely cry and sob into a pile of flour. The thought alone had him giggling, and the devious skeleton hurriedly hid up in his room, cracking the door open a little just to watch.

At the top of the hour, Sans returned home, opening the door to their apartment and groaning, before his eyes shot open wide-- dust all over the room, dragging, and finally the sword through a pile of... Oh no. His eyes had never been so wide as he bolted to the pile, throwing his hands into it and lifting the remains of his brother. The shirt horribly torn, the sword... he grabbed the hilt and pulled it free, starting to panic. "WHAT...??? NO. NO? WHO...??? THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE, THIS PLACE IS IMPENETRABLE...??! WHO COULD HAVE... WHY WOULD THEY...???"

Snaps can't help but let out a cackle, covering his mouth to try and muffle it, but it's too late. Sans launched himself up the stairs, throwing open the door to his brother's room and jumped on him, tears in his sockets as he shrieked at his laughing sibling, "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS, YOU MISERABLE WASTE OF SPACE!!! YOU AWFUL, HORRID LITTLE BROTHER!!!"

All throughout his scolding, Snaps only laughed, laughed so hard he was practically crying. "oooh--oh my GOD, sans, your FACE! you should have seen your face...ahahaha...!"

"MY F...??! WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!!! HOW COULD YOU THINK THIS WAS OKAY TO DO?! YOU LOATHSOME SKELETON, I HATE YOU!!! I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!!!!!! IF YOU WERE REALLY DEAD, THEN I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SUFFER YOU TASTELESS JOKES!!!!!!" Sans screamed, reaching into his scarf in order to pull out VenomSlayer, his newest (and most venomous) cobra. Snaps' eyes widened a little, as he tried to skirt backwards, "woah-woah-woah, hey, c-come on, sans, let's be reasonable here. come on. i'm your brother? it was a joke,"

Sans clearly didn't agree with him, pulling open Snaps' hoodie and dropping VenomSlayer inside, the snake quickly slithering under the taller's red sweater, much to his writhing displeasure.

this is the start of how it all ends they used to shout my name, now they whisper it i’m speeding up and this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart we’re at the start, the colours disappear i never watch the stars, there’s so much down here so i just try to keep up with the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

* WHY?

* HE LEAVES HIS JUNK ALL OVER THE FLOOR!! OBVIOUSLY!!!! AND MAKES STUPID EXCUSES FOR WHY HE CAN’T CLEAN IT UP!!!!!

* THIS IS WHO I’VE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH LATELY!!! ANOTHER SANS!!! HIS NICKNAME IS “WORST”, APPARENTLY!

* MWEH HEH HEH HEH, BEST AND WORST!!!

* HE’S NOT THAT BAD, THOUGH. WE HUNG OUT IN MY ROOM AND BROUGHT OUR REPTILES!!!! HE SHOWED ME HIS COBRA, AND I SHOWED OFF MY TURTLE, BUTTONS!!!

* ALTHOUGH THE ONLY WEIRD THING WAS WHENEVER I WOULD MENTION SOMETHING NEAT ABOUT BUTTONS, WORST WOULD THEN TELL ME HOW EASILY HIS REPTILES COULD KILL ME AND MINE...........

Fell!versions of Best and Naps!

THEWORSTBRO (Worst) and theinfamousnaps (Snaps)

I’m not making blogs for these two (yet) but they sure do exist.

You can talk to them if you want but you have to specify in the ask!!!

Worst is ver dramatic and prefers to surround himself with venomous and poisonous animals, who he constantly threatens people with. (They have never bitten anyone, they are very gentle usually they just look nasty ad hiss a lot,)