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what-have-i-unleashed · 21 days ago

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of freedom and of pleasure 1/?

gonna speedrun this last fic idea in the war au before i get dragged back to my new semester kicking and screaming. killer and dust reunites!!!!...... with a twist 🙂🙂🙂

yes this is the promised/threatened killer whump (more like angst) that @qin-qin16 has brought upon all of you. everyone say thank you qin 🙂🙂🙂

part 1 of 4. i think......

(cw: war crimes, injuries, killer being a prisoner of war)

killer jolts awake when he feels the burning sensation of a blade against his side, bringing him back to the land of consciousness. his eyelights flicker on, unfocused, blearily taking in the sights around him. he can still hear the ringing in his skull as the images blur, the only thing tethering him to reality being the stench of burned flesh and dusty air that claws at his throat. the skeleton groans, trying to move, only for a boot to slam him back down on his shoulder, grinding him to the blood-infested dirt.

“huh, you’re still breathing,” a voice remarks from somewhere above him, tinged with mock surprise. “i shouldn’t be surprised.”

killer doesn’t respond to the jab immediately. he heaves a cough, blood pooling from the corner of his mouth. looking up, he can see red – one of dust’s teammates, he remembers. so, dust must be nearby then. just his luck.

“sorry… to disappoint,” killer says finally, forcing his signature grin on his face despite the pain he’s in.

red narrows his eyes at him, then barks. “get him up.”

two figures step forward, a hooded chara and a scarred alphys, hauling killer’s light frame on his feet with little care to his injuries. the world spins as his knees threaten to buckle under the unexpected weight, but the grip of his captors keep him upright. a pair of ropes immediately tie his hands together, biting into his bones as he’s dragged forward.

“move.” red says to him, kicking him from behind. killer’s legs feel like lead as he treads through the unfamiliar terrains. the squad around him is ruthless, barely allowing him a moment of rest and forcing him to follow their brisk pace. when he stumbles, the alphys holding the end of his ropes yank them harshly, nearly making him fall. he can feel red watching him, his gaze intense enough to burn a hole in his already battered uniform.

“pick it up,” the alphys snaps. “we don’t have all day.”

killer grits his teeth, forcing his legs to keep moving. “you’re… not exactly great hosts… aren’t you…?” he mutters, his voice barely audible over the sounds of combat boots crunching through the mud.

“you’re our prisoner,” red replies gruffly. “we’re under no obligations to treat you nice. be thankful you’re still alive.”

ahead of the entourage, the chara leads the way, their steps light and fast. on their shoulder is a flowey, vines all tangled around their arm. it is a somewhat bizarre sight, despite how many chara’s and flowey’s killer has seen during the war. what a strange group this is: a sans, an alphys, a chara, and a flowey, all escorting their prisoner, an abomination, to somewhere. this must be the start of some joke. and killer can’t help but let out a soft chuckle at the thought, the sound only earning him a kick in his shins.

“something funny, dead-eye?” red asks, his voice laced with a dark undercurrent. killer can feel his magic just bubbling at the surface, and the others slow down as the turn around to see what is happening.

“nothing,” killer says, his grin growing brittle but still there. “just that… you put a lot of effort into capturing me. makes me feel kinda special there.”

“don’t flatter yourself,” the alphys huffs. “you’re just a lucky opportunity. we would’ve wiped you off the dirt alongside your team if it hadn’t been for petal recognizing you.”

“relax, tough gal,” killer says, his voice lighter than he feels. “we get it. you’re real scary if you want to be.”

“what did you say, punk?” the alphys steps towards him, one hand on her axe, but red raises a hand, stopping her in her tracks. he shoots killer a look, not angry, but measured, as if trying to figure out something.

killer pretends not to notice whatever just transpired, shifting his attention to the chara next. “hey, i remember you now,” he drawls. “aren’t you the one trying to stab me when i was sneaking on dusty that one time?”

the chara doesn’t turn around, but their shoulders tense up. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“my memory might be terrible, but it’s not that terrible.” killer laughs as he’s tugged forward and continues walking again. “you’re a terrible actor, kid. can i call you that? you’re… what? fifteen? sixteen? still going through your teenage phases?”

“i’m not a kid!” the chara snaps, their voice full of frustration. the flowey glares at killer, and he pays him no mind.

“sure you aren’t,” killer hums. “don’t have to be such a try-hard. i’m sure everyone will still take you seriously… maybe.”

chara quickens their pace, tugging their hood over their head and hunching their shoulders, a gesture so similar to dust’s it gives killer a pause. red shoots him another look but says nothing, his face unreadable. the group moves once again in silence.

“say,” killer utters after a beat, his voice quieter this time, almost tired. “what do you guys want with me anyway? why didn’t you just kill me? isn’t this tedious?”

red smirks, but it is faint, almost perfunctory. “you’re not ours to kill. you’re for the commander.”

killer’s breath catches in his throat, then he gives a shaky laugh. “dust, of course. what am i, a trophy?”

“you might as well be,” the flowey, who was silent the entire time, speaks up, sounding bored.

“didn’t know dusty has a romantic streak in him,” killer grins, and expects it when the flowey glares at him.

“take this seriously. do you have a death wish?” the flowey says.

“maybe,” killer admits, his grin faltering as his eyes glaze over and his soul wobbles in front of him. “or maybe i’m just wondering what’s happening next. you lot aren’t exactly talkative.”

“keep wondering,” the alphys snorts. “we’re here.”

they arrive at a haphazardly put-together campsite, with tents pitches surrounding a central firepit. soldiers in dark jackets with moon emblems mill around, some chatting with each other, some sharpening their weapons, some looking curiously at the group escorting killer through the camp. the uneven terrain is littered with discarded armor pieces and ration tins. at the center of the camp, killer can see it – a tent taller than others, its heavy canvas barely flapping in the faint breeze. the closer he walks to the clear destination, the tauter the air becomes – the base gets quieter as soldiers start to put two and two together and not so subtly gather around the central tent. red gestures to the two soldiers standing at the entrance, his voice low.

“go get the commander.”

killer stands as tall as he could, ignoring the throbbing pain in his limbs as he lets his gaze sweep over the camp. the soldiers’ eyes bore into him, curious and wary, but he only has eyes for the tent. he can’t help but wonder what dust would do. kill him? lock him up? or something else entirely?

either way, it would be dust’s decision. and killer’s grin unconsciously softened as he allows himself to imagine seeing the monster again. if this is how it ends, maybe it isn’t such a bad way to go.

after a moment, the tent flaps part and dust walks out, his figure commanding in the dim fire light despite his small stature and deep eyebags. his eyes sweep over the crowded scene before settling on killer. if killer was a different person, he’d say dust’s expression doesn’t change, but killer spots it – a flicker of something behind those frazzled eyelights just for a second, before dust’s face hardens again.

red steps forward, gesturing towards killer with hint of satisfaction in his voice. “commander, we caught him. figured you’d want to do the honors yourself.”

dust’s gaze doesn’t leave killer as he takes in the blood, the bruises, the ropes cutting into his bones. “i see,” he says after a tense moment, taking a step closer as the alphys pushes killer forward, making him fall onto his knees.

red continues, though he sounds guarded. “we found him near the borders. looks like he was part of the forces that kept messing with our supplies lately. we dealt with all of them, but he’s all yours, as you said.”

dust stops right before killer, towering over him like an ominous executioner. which he might as well be. the air surrounding them turns thick with anticipation, as the soldiers watching eagerly waits for blood to be spilt. red, the alphys, and the chara all stand at the front, subtly forming a circle around killer and dust, barring the spectators from intervening in the soon-to-be one-sided bloodbath. killer, immobilized and injured, can only stare up at dust, at those fuzzy white eyelights trained on him. his soul is surprisingly stable – calm as a sea on a sunny day. killer gives dust a faint smile, tilting his head just a bit backwards to show his neck, exactly where he wants dust to deliver the final strike. a clean death, if dust can show him that much mercy at least.

dust’s expression doesn’t shift. his hands twitch at his sides, and finally he says. “take him to the holding cells.” his voice is deceptively soft, cutting through the tension like a hot knife through butter. “i’ll decide what to do with him later.”

silence. then murmurs erupt among the crowd, an uneasy air sweeping through the usually rowdy soldiers. killer can see red, standing a few feet behind dust, furrow his brow. “as you wish, commander.” his voice rings through the noise, but his confidence clearly falters. he keeps glancing back and forth between dust and killer, and killer has to wonder how close red is with dust at least to warrant such a wary expression on his face.

the next moments are a blur to killer as he’s roughly dragged away by soldiers. yet, he can’t help but glance back at dust, whose eyes are fixed upon him before the tent flaps close in front of him. the last thing he sees before his view is obstructed is dust turning away from him, red right at his heel whispering something. for the first time in forever, killer feels a twinge of uncertainty and regret creeping into his thoughts. what if he had endangered dust somehow with this little unfortunate reunion of theirs?

#my killer hatedom is fueling me to write this 🫡🫡🫡#i will make him suffer #i write #multiversal war au #killer sans #fell sans #dust sans #murder sans #kist #implied dustard #this au is technically mtt poly but horror is not here yet #utmv #undertale au #sanshipping #sanscest

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