#hh hope this is good. i'm a lil bit eepy

[didderd-reblogs]

o boy o boy o boy hehe! ty for writing this. i feast, and offer a feast in return uwu) (previous CWs still apply here)

Snaps almost doesn't recognize the monster that pounces on the one that had jumped at him.

but after taking a few more steps back to ensure he's a relatively safe distance away while the monster goes to town on the other's throat, the image of Kelek's face covered in blood after defending himself from his attacker flashes through his head, triggered by the sight of what he realizes now is the Kelek of this au's face covered in the dog monster's blood.

a wave of mixed feelings washes through Snaps. excitement at meeting another Kelek, shock after seeing a Kelek kill without being attacked first, mild arousal at how this Kelek dealt with that monster in such a quick and feral manner, but mostly concern for this version of his boyfriend.

seeing the face of his boyfriend so skinny and pale, and with wounds stitched and unhealed, even missing half an ear, put a pit in Snaps nonexistent stomach. not to mention, neither of the Keleks he'd met could hurt a fly unless it attacked him or the people he cares about. his Kelek can't even do damage with his magic. so this Kelek attacking so easily, and even using his own summoned weapon to do it is a testament to how much shit he's been through, that not only his nature, but the nature of his magic had changed drastically.

Snaps wants badly to help him, but he can't just drag him away to a better place. that never goes over well with horrors, sans or not. he has to go at this carefully and gain his trust first and foremost.

for now he needs to figure out if this Kelek killed that monster because he thought it was an easy meal, since they were distracted with him, if he did it to protect him, out of some universal Kelek instinct (not that he needed it. he could've killed them easily), or if he wanted to insure they didn't steal his kill.

once this Kelek locks eyes with him, Snaps decides to test the waters (from a safe distance) with what had worked on all the Keleks before this.

flirting.

he stretches his smile into a smirk, and speaks in a teasing tone. "thanks for saving me." pause for affect... "or did you just want me all to yourself~." he says this last part with a lowered tone, accompanied by a slight tilt of his head and a widened smirk.

@didderd's tags on this post ;3 oh boy a reason to word doodle

cw: death, violence, cannibalism, general horror-tale awfulness

Scar's home was very obvious in its decay. The underground didn't feel right, smell right, and it was so quiet. A universe of horrors that has been left to rot away for a while. Long enough for the magic to taint and sour, leaving dust - liquid and particulate - to gather slowly from a decomposing monster instead of vanishing the corpse in an instance.

It gave the others more opportunity for survival.

As a result its extremely obvious to those in the vicinity when a monster so full of life suddenly appears. Scar is one of the first to stalk his way to Snaps and investigate the succulent smell of heavy magic.

He's a little surprised when he sees a skeleton monster, but not one he recognizes. Not that he is personally familiar with the local bone boys. His body shivers and jitters from where he hides and stalks from a distance.

He's so hungry. The sharp heat of magic is already filling his mouth and coloring his jaw while his vision narrows on the possible prey. Hungry but its bones and theres something thats distracting him. Hungry but its bones, distraction, hungry, bones.

Bones have marrow...

He claws at the stitches running up the left side of his scalp, pestering the wound thats never fully healed.

He could break the bones and eat the marrow.

He had to duck and fall back some distance when his ears caught a starving snarl and realized it was from himself.

There was... Something smelled heavy of magic.

Scars mind didn't focus anymore, not really. It easily fell into cycles, forgetting the previous until something sparked in him and led to frustration and aggression.

But when it was a hunt...

Bones smelled heavy of magic. Dogs liked bones.

Wait.

He will wait.

His breathing and the jittering of his body eases, his body relaxing into a predatory stalk. The absent thought of 'at least the trap is nice to look at' flutters through his mind and is quickly swept up in the cyclical torrent.

His ear flicks at a distant disruption and he moves soundlessly into place.

Its a nameless dog monster, fur mangy, patchy, matted, and eyes crazed. It pops out of the brush to attack Snaps driven mad by their desperate hunger even if they stood no chance against the skeletal monster.

A chance they don't even get to roll.

The instant they make their move, Scar makes his. Lunging from the brush, landing on their back to then scale twistingly with fangs and claws. There's only a moment of fight between the two until Scar's legs are secure around the desperate dog's neck and a deep ruddy glow of magenta magic ignites in his hand.

The dog monster drops with a dripping rapier piercing through their skull. Scars tail cracking behind him. He doesn't even look at Snaps before he's tearing into the other monster's throat, desperate to insure his kill and also for the fresh warm meat.