#should i make a skelewrites tag

[elliebell77]

sorry i villified the babygirl (fellswap gold sans)

(writing under the cut)

Wine was a nice guy.

No, more than a nice guy. Wine was a GOOD guy. He did good things, for good people. He baked in his free time, and gave it to his boss. Bet you didn't know that, did you? Yeah, Wine wasn't just nice. He was generous. He was kind. 

"Okay, okay, you're kind! Please don't hurt me!"

Wine scoffed, flicking the cat monster's ear irritably and turning away from it. Though, it, too, was another example of Wine's benevolence; a criminal, heroically apprehended. This one was breaking curfew. Can you believe that? It can't be THAT hard to just... stay home at certain hours of the day. Rulebreakers like them were the reason Wine had to work such late hours to just keep his country safe.

The skeleton started pacing, perfectly spaced footsteps crunching in the snow. It got in his boots, of course; it always did in this part of the forest. Gods, Wine hated Snowdin. Wait, was he yelling just now? Sorry. See, he's kind; he said sorry. Sorry is a kind thing to say.

Anyway. What were they talking about? Oh, yes, Wine's compassion.

What was everyone's problem, anyway? He could never go more than an hour without someone bitching at him about his work or picking up his sock or putting arsenic in the cookies or delivering this or that or... just... always doing things for people. Like a fucking cabin boy. Can you believe that? The great and kindhearted Sans Serif, doing fetch quests for his higher ups. And especially that stupid fucking lizard bitch. if he has to deliver one more goddamn LOVE LETTER to that fucking GLORIFIED SUSHI ROLL of a royal scientist, he swore to the gods almightly he would BLAST SOMEO--

A scream echoed through the forest, scaring away whatever birds were brave enough to stick around during Wine's ranting. 

"...Oops." Well, that was... unfortunate. The skeleton sighed, brushing dust off his armor.

"...I... suppose, you have learned your lesson?" Wine cleared his throat awkwardly when the charred mess of a monster on the ground didn't respond. Well, other than a groan, but that wasn't really a response, or at least not a proper one. How rude.

Still, Wine was a kind skeleton, and he was in a good mood, so he made a vague shooing gesture to the cat to indicate that it was free to leave, before promptly turning around and strutting away through the forest back to town, satisfied that his work was done here. And he didn't even punish the rulebreaker for its rudeness.

He was such a nice guy.