#probably ooc but i intend to cutesify my evil twin's favorite ship

[what-have-you-contained]

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ little sweet treats ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

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𖦹 pairing: (Netverse) Killer x Murder 🔪🧣

𖦹 summary: Murder learns to make a new treat for his friend (or maybe more?).

𖦹 word count: 1094 words

𖦹 a/n: Another short thing! Netverse belongs to my twinnie @what-have-i-unleashed. Since they're currently in blorbo crime jail, I can finally release this :D

Murder doesn't know what came over him. Maybe the sentimentality that Dream has also harped on and on about has finally taken over him, because why else would he be willingly walking down the streets to the Muffet's cafe of this universe, all for a dumb cat-shaped pudding in a video that Killer has sent to him? Murder might be gifted in the arts of culinary, but desserts are not exactly his forte. And there's only one person he knows who is a expert in their field.

Upon entering the garishly decorated cafe, Murder is greeted with the sight of its owner, the resident Muffet. The spider monster perks up from her counter. The place is empty except for a few seats out in the patio, as expected from a early weekend morning.

"Oh, hello dearie~" she giggles at him, leaning over the counter. "Aren't you a rare sight around here?"

Murder retreats further into his oversized puffer jacket as he strolls up to Muffet and wordlessly shows Muffet the cursed video that has led him up to this point.

"… Do you have these types of molds?" he mutters through his mask.

Muffet squints, one hand stroking her chin. "Maybe. I have to check my inventory. Although, what do I get out of this, Sansy~?"

"I'll make a video of your cafe."

"Deal!" Muffet grins with her fangs and disappears into the kitchen, leaving Murder standing awkwardly and wishing no one will recognize him.

After acquiring the silicone cat molds and putting them in a black bag, Murder treks back home, occasionally reading the multiple recipes on his phone just to make sure he's already got everything.

The recipe for the pudding isn't too difficult, Murder figures as he sits in the kitchen by the stove, waiting for the saucepan to heat up. After the mixture is hot enough, he takes the saucepan off the stove and stirs in the gelatin, absentmindedly looking at his phone which is displaying his messages with Killer. Seems like Killer is on a job right now, and he's coming over in the evening. That's enough time for Murder to take a short nap after pouring the pudding mixture in the molds and leaving them in the fridge to cool.

When he wakes up from the nap, Murder groggily looks at the clock. Five o'clock in the afternoon. That's good - he has enough time to clean his mess of a living room before Killer arrives then. He instinctively checks his phone. Killer is still online, but he hasn't sent any more message since the last one. The idiot is still alive at least.

At around seven, Murder hears a clicking noise and then a glass shattering sound from the bathroom. He doesn't need to run there when he hears the familiar yelping from Killer, who presumably has fallen over into the hard bathtub. He'll make Killer clean up that mess later.

"You're early," Murder muses aloud, wiping the floor table without looking up to see Killer walking towards him.

"Yeah, work ended quicker than I thought," Killer says, flopping on a floor cushion, folding his legs together. Murder glances at him - some singes here and there on his clothes, but no visible injuries at least.

"Shoes off," Murder says before returning to his task.

"Oof, sorry babe," Killer shrugs and takes his shoes off, going to the front door to drop them before walking back to the living room. "By the way, what are we having for today?"

Turns out, some tteokbokki that Murder has made yesterday already. Killer, the uncultured foodie that he is, happily gouges each piece with a fork while Murder only watches with chopticks in his hands and chews on his portion slowly. Killer, as always, starts prattling on and on about his recent job as some sort of bodyguard for someone that Murder couldn't bother to care. It seems the new gig makes Killer happier at least, so Murder can tolerate the unsolicited yapping while he stays silent, watching his occasional freeloader gesture animatedly the whole time.

"Let me get the dessert," Murder stands up after both of their bowls are clean. Killer also moves to stand up to bring his bowl to the sink like any good guest with manner would do, but Murder stops him. "No, you sit there. I can't trust you in my kitchen."

"Wow, ouch," Killer laments dramatically, one hand on his SOUL. "Right in the SOUL, babe."

Murder scoffs, amused. "Just stay here. I'll be back in a min or two."

With that, he collects all the dirty dishes to the sink and checks in on the puddings in the fridge. He hums, satisfied at their firmness. Now onto the good part, decoration. He rummages the cupboards and brings out his special plates he's impulsively bought some time ago - the ones with little cats on their rims. Gently, he removes the puddings from their molds, momentarily fascinated by the jiggles as they pop out of the molds and onto the plates. One brown cat and one white cat. After putting sesame seeds in place of their eyes and mouths, the jiggly cat puddings are complete and ready to serve.

As he brings the plates out to the living room, Murder sees Killer look up from his phone. The expression of Killer's face, Murder lets a small smile on his face - he thinks he would remember that reaction for days to come.

"Cat got your tongue, Killer?" Murder grins, putting down a plate in front of Killer, and the cat jiggles while Killer stares at it, entranced. "Happy one-year anniversary of the day we met."

"… Oh wow, this is embarrassing," Killer says, and he looks charmingly sheepish with his hands behind his neck. "And here I thought I would be the first to give the gift."

Now it's Murder's turn to be surprised. Killer pulls something from his inventory, a small white box. Gingerly, Murder accepts the gift and opens it. He stares for a moment before he pulls a pair of oven mitts shaped like rabbit paws from the box.

"Really?" Murder glances at Killer, who now sports a mischievous grin on his face.

"Well, they remind me of you. I mean," Killer crawls into Murder's space and whispers, "you can be the rabbit while I'll be your kitty."

"Oh stars," Murder covers his face as he feels a blush form on his face as Killer laughs out loud. Murder has to admit, their first anniversary is going better than he thought.

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