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ant1quar1an · 2 years ago

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Massacre(Sans) x Reader Headcannons

Very rough sketch, so ignore the fact it’s crap. It’s just a concept sketch. ^

NOTE: MURDERTALE!Sans (or Dust) does not belong to me at ALL. Similarly, but not the same, Eldritch!MURDERTALE!Sans doesn’t belong COMPLETELY to me, as it is an AU of someone else's AU, but the character concept is mine.

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood/death, genocide, having a genocidal maniac as a boyfriend, weapons(?), dude’s got a sharp tail so I guess that counts? Also Angst, I think???

So, with that out of the way, incase you didn’t know, I’ve got “Eldritch” versions of the Sans’ and Papyrus’ AU’s… meaning that there’s a Eldritch version of every Sans and Papyrus I’ve come across, and every one I’ve made.

For more clarity on what, exactly, an Eldritch Skeleton is, there’s a post on my account that will tell you all about my little idea and its concepts.

Massacre, your datemate in this scenario, is the Eldritch version of Dust- or “Murder Sans”. So do enjoy.

- Okay, first off, this dude is EXTREMELY anti-social, and HIGHLY genocidal- even more so than the unEldritch version of him.

- So how, in the ever-living shit, did this even happen in the first place?

- Anyway

- Starting with things that would be nice in this relationship…

- Well, he’s actually very kind. Not verbally- he doesn’t speak very often- but he’s always looking out for you. You’re his datemate, how can he not?

- Protective, yes, and this can be rather frustrating sometimes because he does, at times, tend to go overboard

- But for a dude who’s now immune to RESETS and has killed everyone he ever cared about just for peace of mind from the lil’ shit that slaughtered them all over and over, I’m actually shocked he hasn’t put you on complete house arrest.

- If he’s in this relationship with you, he is completely serious about it.

- Manz isn’t the type to fuck around. He’s straight-up, and is often viewed to be brutally honest.

- He no longer cares about how anyone sees him, or how much really bad shit he’s done, he just takes it in his stride.

- Cocky at times, and proud underneath the hood that overshadows his entire face. He’s a Elskel (Eldritch Skeleton), it’s in their magic makeup.

- This being said, he sort of holds you on a pedestal, so he has no problems doing anything you ask at any given moment.

- … Within reason, of course.

- Now, onto the negative things you’ll have to deal with in the relationship- because lets be honest, no true relationship is completely without flaws.

- … When I said he was antisocial..? I actually meant that you should not, under any circumstances, force him to go out in a large crowd or even leave him alone for too long in a crowded place.

- I mean, unless you want to come back to a bunch of gorey shit and unrecognisable corpses everywhere because his instincts kicked in.

- HOWEVER, even if you do come back to that, he’ll literally just act like a guilty puppy. The sight of you coming back- his datemate, which he could not hurt IN THE SLIGHTEST (intentionally, that is) without feeling like he’s willingly tearing his soul (or, therefore, lack of) in two- and he’ll just rub the back of his skull with one of his undoubtedly blood-covered hands and grimace.

- Know that he loves you unconditionally, alright? He doesn’t usually say it- in fact, he doesn’t usually talk- but he really, really does.

- This being said, do not bring up Papyrus.

- For an explaination, y’know how Dust’s Papyrus encourages him to kill more?

- Well Massacre has gone so far that his Papyrus is literally deathly afraid of him.

- You will NOT catch this phantom in the same vicinity as Massacre, even though he has to be a certain distance away to even exist (because he runs off of Massacre’s magic).

- Although Massacre doesn’t mind explaining about his biology- how his void magic works ‘n all that stuff- he really doesn’t like bringing up his past in an in-depth sense.

- As passingly mentioned before, he doesn’t feel guilt for his actions- with his LV, he literally can’t. But he doesn’t like to think of it, because it reminds him of the little shit that he slaughtered hundreds of thousands of times over and over until they finally gave up. (It came to a point where the reset would literally just revive them and throw them back into their save area, but it wouldn’t return anything to life and it couldn’t change the code or the values of LV or EXP. Therefore, Massacre became fully resistant to ALL and ANY RESET used.)

- In other words, it makes him real pissed off, makes him miss Papyrus, and sharpens his instincts to a point where he becomes aloof for several days.

- Oh, and that leads us to our next thing.

- When you guys argue, expect the silent treatment. I mean, he’s usually real quiet ‘n shit, but broseph will straight up just ignore you.

- He knows it’s bad, but for the love of fuck he can’t let his pride and stubbornness go for the life of him.

- So unless you initiate it- or he sees you crying about it (In which all of his sins will begin to crawl on his back…) don’t expect him to apologise.

- There are exceptions to this- like if he realises he was in the wrong (but, like, really in the wrong)- then he will.

- Similarly, if some skeleton or monster brings it to his attention that he’s just being fucking stupid- specifically his younger(?), less-genocidal counterpart, Dust- then he will apologise.

- When he apologises, it’s a spur of the moment thing, but it’s always when you two are alone. And he will apologise for every single small thing he realised he was being petty and prideful about, down to the very last miniscule detail (Like stealing a chip from a bag of your favourite chips you were eating, for example).

- Generally, it’d go something like this:

It had been at least a week since your argument with Massacre, and it had been at least a week since he’d decided he was going to completely ignore your existence.

Let’s just say, you never knew how much of a stubborn, prideful, tall shit your ever-loving, mass-genocidal datemate could be.

You were tired of it, but you, too, were stubborn. Far too stubborn to walk up to him and force him to apologise for being overreactive about going out with your friends that one night and staying out a couple hours later than when you said you’d get home.

You grimaced lightly, remembering the severely pissed off look he’d had in his eyes when he’d come to get you from where you guys were hanging out.

Considering the crowd, you were shocked that he’d even gone through with it without even murdering someone… or at least you were somewhat sure that he hadn’t.

Massacre was very easily capable of stealthily killing someone. So you could never be completely sure.

Shadows covered the large majority of the messy room you were in, moonlight streaming through the windows, catching on the soft grey curtains. On most of the flat, unused surfaces lay a fine layer of dust. Neither you or Massacre got caught up in a cleaning spree strong enough to get rid of it.

Faintly, you remember walking into the room to see him staring silently at the dust. Must have reminded him of something in his past.

Shifting on the comfortable, plush blankets underneath you, you took in a deep breath, feeling a weird mixture of irritation and comfort run throughout your system.

Massacre's scent clinged strongly to many things he came in contact with- even more so than any regular Elskel or Skeleton. An unusual metallic smell mixed with a hint of dampness and woodsmoke.

A presence not far behind you made you slowly roll over, only to see the all-too-familiar silhouette of your datemate leaning against the doorframe, both his arms crossed as his deadly-sharp tail shifted slightly from where it was loosely wrapped around his leg.

A heavy silence hung in the air like thick, black smoke. You stared emptily at Massacre, waiting for him to speak. His eyelights studied your face, the unusual but pretty contrast of blue against red catching your eye like they always did. Finally, a gentle sigh was pulled from his throat before he cleared it- how so, you’d asked once, considering it was bone. His answer had simply been “magic.”- and spoke. When he did, his voice was slightly rough and edged from underuse. Despite this, it managed to be that comforting baritone that you’d come to love.

“‘M sorry,” Massacre muttered, staring down at the paper in his hands which had a list of all of the things he’d done that was stupid, “I’m sorry for takin’ you away from your time with your friends ‘cause you didn’t come home when y’ said ya would. ‘M sorry for killin’ that dude the other week ‘cause of the way he was lookin’ at ya. ‘M sorry for acting out rashly without thought. ‘M sorry I’ve been gone so much ‘cause I've been busy a bunch lately. ‘M sorry I ate the bit of your favourite food the other week ‘cause I was too lazy to go grocery shopping ‘r to order from UT’s Grillby-”

He stopped, his eyelights abruptly shooting up to your smiling form when you cleared your throat. Both of your eyebrows were raised, a smirk ever present on your face. He knew you found this part of the apology adorable, and the very thought of you finding him- Dust’s far more genocidal, far more dangerous counterpart- adorable sent a fuzzy feeling alight in his SOUL and a purple, glowing blush to his cheekbones.

Suddenly, Massacre found the hardwood underfoot very interesting.

“You’re alright. Wish you’d apologise sooner, though,” You smiled at him, both arms spread as you invited him for cuddles, “And I was in the wrong this time, I should have at least messaged you to tell you that I was going to stay with them later. Though, you really have to stop with this whole ‘Ignoring-you-now’ thing. It gets tiring.”

Massacre hesitated for a moment before walking over to the bed, flicking the door closed behind him with his tail, before flopping onto your shared bed and placing his chin atop your head as he wrapped you up in a hug, “‘M sorry. I’ll try not to.”

You brushed the dust off of his turtleneck before it could go up your nose with a little chuckle, “It’s alright. Can we just sleep now, please?”

Massacre could not have been more happy to comply, the surprising weight of his arm around you comforting the both of you. Minutes before you fell into your own sleep, you could hear the soft, deep snores coming from him, gently rattling his ribcage.

With a final smile, you let sleep have you, giving into that heavy feeling that readily consumed your body.

- Yeah anyway, just a thought. (P.S, that was NOT meant to be that long.)

- ANYWAY

- Another negative- or positive, if you have insomnia or any sort of trouble sleeping- is the fact that, how his Void magic works, is that it consumes the magic of other sources around him, right?

- Which means, effectively, that his soul feeds off of yours. This often ends in you being quite tired after an hour or so of straight physical contact.

- This being said, once you two SOULBOND? There’ll be enough magic in between the both of you that having loads of physical contact with him doesn’t tire either of you out unless both of you want it to happen. (In other words, it becomes like a switch. You could turn it on or off.)

- Yeah, I think that’s about it.

Have fun with your new skeleboy! (Or Elskeboy? Dunno man. You choose)

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