#and no axe doesn't eat the humans he's brought home in the past

[marksbear]

"I know who you really are."

JOE GOLDBERG X SLASHER MALE READER

Warnings! ONESHOT, Stalker joe, killer reader, killing, blood, gore, Y/n is a manipulator, animals eating human flesh, reader loves animals.

J/n - Job name.

JOE POV:

Everything was perfect. I had the perfect wife, perfect job and an amazing son.  Our life was perfect. 

Until he came. 

He was new to Madre Linda. He was young and ( tall,short, regular.) He never made an effort to talk to the other neighbors, only talking to them if he's spoken to or absolutely necessary. He lives alone but has multiple strange animals. Like snakes, way too many cats and dogs,birds, rats, raccoons, ferrets and fish. 

 Love and I watch him almost everyday to see is he a threat to break this “Peaceful and loving community”.  He sticks to a routine only breaking it to go to a neighbors party or event. In the morings he usually goes on a run for thirty five minutes and stops on the second when it is past thirty five. Then he’ll go back home and let his land animals walk around the yard for their fitfhteen minutes of play time. After that he goes back inside to eat and feed the pets.

Now it's work time. 

He hires a sitter most of the time, male but sometimes female. Once he gets the sitter ready and double checks with his animals he leaves for J/n. By the time he comes back it's about 10:10 on the dot. Sitter leaves with Y/n walking them to the door with a smile. And the smile disappears fairly quickly as they sitter gets into their car.  

Today

Sherry and Cary had this great idea to have the biggest house party in the neighborhood. To which the whole neighborhood agreed too and all went. But I didn’t expect that He was gonna be here as well. Which surprised everyone that he brought a lovely man with him named Ken. 

Love and I watched Y/n and Ken every single second of the party. Every few minutes Y/n will whisper something in Ken's ear about someone in the party. From Ken's reaction it had to be the most craziest and dark secret about them.

Y/n looks at his phone and doesn't spare a glance at Ken leaving the party. Ken quickly follows like a lost puppy making me scoff.

I turn to Love and she's busy talking to her so-called friends. I quickly exit the party going to my car and start it and turn the headlights off. I begin to drive slowly behind not drawing too much attention.

The couple walks to Y/n house without sharing any conversation. Once they get there Y/n opens the door for Ken who kisses his cheek as a thank you. I clench my jaw tightly and park my car somewhat away from his house.

3RD POV

"You are one lucky man Ken" Y/n says to him once he gets in the house leaving the door unlocked. "Really? How so Y/n?~" Ken asked seductively unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“Well it's simple most people never see an ecosystem this big and diverse in one house!” Y/n shouts with Enthusiasm smiling ear to ear to finally talk about someone beside the pet sitter about his animals. Ken lets out a fake ohhh. Y/n turns his face around to see Ken that's naked on his couch. “Before you get the wrong idea, I do have a license to own them. Don’t want you to think i’m some porcher.” 

“Come eat, girls and boys!” Y/n shouts walking to the kitchen and getting an axe from behind the fridge. 

Joe watches multiple animals leave their rooms upstairs hiding in the closest watching them pass. The house became silent for a while with only a few dogs barks. 

Joe slips out of the closet looking for an escape. He finds an open window and begins to approach it but gets stopped by a harsh hand on his shoulder. There Is Ken holding onto Joe for his life. Blood everywhere and bite marks and tiny holes from the bird's beak littered on his body and one of his eyes was missing also his other hand that looked like it was chopped off.

Joe uses all of his strength to push Ken off of him and makes a b-line to the window but gets bounced back from a strong chest. Joe hand springs to his neck gasping for air hitting the snake that is slowly suffocating him.

“That's Jane! She's a Boas constrictor. She's such a good hugger.” Joe's legs begin to buckle and his face turns a slight purple. “Just say the word and I'll help you.” Joe tries to speak but nothing comes out making Y/n laugh.

“Jane off.” The large snake immediately loses her grip and slither off the semi-purple man. “You remind me of my rats. Quiet and mysterious listening when you don’t expect anyone to listen. You don’t spread diseases and damage like them. You bring death and tragedy.” You walk up to Joe picking him up, taking him to the bird room and using one of the chains putting them on his wrist trapping him in the room.

“When you are well rested, You will help me out with the animals then text your wife your gonna be gone for a few days maybe weeks even. FyI this is the bird habitat so pray they don't poke your eyes out or something goldberg~"

"I think me and you are gonna be one great couple once Love is out of the way.~ Maybe i'll be your new Love or beck who knows?"

"I know who you really are joe..."

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[tyranttortoise]

So I know you where unsure about whether you'd do the Axe Vs Sans in the story or out but could I request some of Axe's PoV? like the couch bit or the texting between them?

(*I’m really enjoying writing the scenes from the skeles’ POVs.  Maybe I’ll post these up on Ao3 sometime. )

“SANS! ONE OF YOUR HUMANS WAS LOST IN THE WOODS!  DON’T WORRY!  I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE BROUGHT THEM HOME SAFELY!”

Sans sat up on his bed, feeling slightly irritated at being woken up–not that he would ever let that irritation manifest toward his younger brother, of course.  His good eyesocket narrowed at the mention of one of his humans being lost in the woods.  Papyrus was more perceptive than Sans gave him credit; whenever he brought humans into this neck of the woods, he usually tried to do so while his brother was out hunting or recalibrating his traps.  He knew that his brother’s lumbering visage was enough nightmare fuel to frighten the humans, and he also knew that the moment they showed fear or made some offensive remark, well… Sans would be liable to kill them.  

And while their moronic “keepers” wouldn’t bat an eye, Sans knew the other six would make a big deal out of it.

*like none of them have ever killed a human before.  ha.

Still, it had been quite a while since Sans had cared enough to bring a human home.  It was too much of a hassle, which often negated the obvious stress relief he was beseeching.  So, the skeleton decided to investigate and padded through the house just in time to spot a human female crawling along the living room floor toward the door.

His expression darkened.

*fear.  she’s afraid of paps.

*she’s obviously hurt.  can’t be because of him.

*…one of the traps, maybe?  

*or maybe… she just saw him as a monster and tried to run.  could see her as the idiotic type to trip and turn her ankle.

He stopped directly in front of her, effectively blocking her progress.  She instantly froze, staring at his dirty slippers.

“where do you think you’re going?”

She skittered backwards, and his dilated crimson eyelight rolled across her body.  Strangely enough, she was wearing pajamas–and a certain black jacket he’d recognize anywhere.  His smile tightened; that explained what she was doing out here in the middle of the night.  

“S-sans.”  

Well, she got his name right, even if she’s thinking of him as his mirror–the version of him that wouldn’t know true suffering if it bit him on his bony ass.  He reached toward the girl, and although she recoiled away, it was easy enough to snag that fur-lined hood and jerk her to her feet.  She sucked in a breath, trying to shift her weight to her good foot, but Sans didn’t care about her comfort.  Not when she belonged to them.

“well, well. i should’ve known that group wasn’t as goody-two-shoes as they seemed. never expected them to pick up a human pet, though.”  His eyelight looked her up and down appraisingly.  He could see the appeal; she was attractive enough, but it was difficult to look past the fear filling her gaze and the stench of the others at the moment.  Before she could speak, he slung her toward the couch, drawing satisfaction from the way she hissed over her ankle. 

Served her right for looking at him like that–and for being so afraid of Paps.  

“PET?”  Speak of the devil; his brother crossed the living room to stare down at the human, frowning in confusion.  "YOU MEAN SHE BELONGS TO THE OTHERS?“

“I’m not–”

Sans cut her off.  "she’s wearing the pervert’s jacket. surprised he parted with it, though. he seems like the type to collar his pets… or maybe that was his brother’s thing.“ He shrugged, unconcerned.  He was used to edgelords at this point, and he admittedly liked the red-eyed version of himself more than his mirror.  At least that version of him had guts–had LOVE.

…Not that his mirror didn’t.  He just liked to pretend he was innocent.

His irritation was beginning to spike at the thought of seeing him again.  "that just means the others are going to come poking their skulls where they aren’t welcome.”

“SANS!” Nightmare Papyrus turned toward him, his tone reprimanding. “THAT’S NO ATTITUDE TO HAVE! IF WE’RE GOING TO HAVE GUESTS, I SHOULD GO PREPARE A MEAL! IT WOULD BE RUDE NOT TO OFFER THEM SOMETHING TO EAT!”

And give those assholes some of their food–their rations?  Sans wasn’t the sharing type to begin with when it came to their household, and the idea of the others eating their food made his smile even tighter–wider, more manic.  

*i’d sooner feed them my axe.  

“or i could just go dump her back in the woods.”

The girl frantically nodded. “Actually, that would be fantastic–”

“NONSENSE! WE HAVEN’T HAD GUESTS IN AGES! WELL, OTHER THAN THE USUAL ONES! THIS IS A CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION!”  Papyrus wouldn’t listen to reason and bounded off toward the kitchen, leaving Sans alone again with the girl.  Instantly, his smile fell, his eyesocket narrowing.  

*this is fantastic.  gotta deal with those bastards, feed them our food, and end up accused of hurting their woman.  

*‘course when anything goes wrong, they start pointing fingers our way.

He stalked toward the girl and reached toward her, only for her to actually have the gall to swat his hand away.  His frown deepened, though a bone brow raised in surprise.

*so she does have a little fight in her.  here i thought she was just a scared little lamb.

“Okay, you need to tell me what’s going on. I’m not anyone’s pet, and I don’t know who you are… but you know the other skeletons? Are you guys relatives, too?”  Despite the brave face she plastered on, the girl can’t stop trembling and her breathing came out in short gasps that made her chest heave.    

He almost smiles again.  Almost.  "relatives? that’s a good one, kid. but you can’t fool me. if you’re not a pet, what are you? their whore?“ He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply.  He could smell them all over her–especially Red, though that was likely from his coat, and Papyrus.  There was no hint of their magic on (or within) her, though, but he didn’t get a chance to properly sift through their scents before she slammed her palm against his sternum.  Caught by surprise, he plopped down onto the opposite couch cushion and stared at her.  

*terrified, yet determined to fight against me, huh…?

She looked utterly indignant at the implications.  "What?! No, I’m not–”

Abruptly, he snatched her wrist and jerked her toward him.  Her fingers splayed across his chest to avoid smashing her face against it, and he gripped her chin, forcing her face upward.  

“you smell like all of them. it’s all over you,” he admitted, his voice a near growl.  The scent it a constant reminder of their existence, and he doesn’t want it in his house.  His grip tightens, and she winced.  Good.  "…it’s annoying.“

“That’s because we live together. And we were just camping together.”  She yanked her face from his grip, but he holds fast to her wrist, preventing her from pulling away.  

*living together…?

“you’re living in the lodge?”

“I own the lodge,” she insisted, causing his eyesockets to widen in surprise.  He hadn’t expected that; his mirror had told them the lodge was abandoned.  Hell, that likely meant she owned the property his shack had been built on, but he wasn’t about to bring that up.  It was his–and Papyrus’s–and he’d kill her if she tried to claim it.  He tried to ask where she’d been this entire time if she supposedly owned it, but she cut him off with a shake of her head.  "I’m not playing twenty questions with you anymore until you start answering mine.“

He chuckled darkly, his smile tightening. "fair enough. what’d you ask again? i forgot.”

*my memory isn’t that bad, but nothing like some self-depreciating humor.

“Who are you?” Her voice comes out exasperated.

“that one’s easy.” His free hand reached into his pocket, fingers curling around a buzzer he’s been carrying around since the Underground.  The whoopee cushion in the hand trick was child’s play compared to this one. He extended his hand toward her, his smile wide. “name’s sans. sans the skeleton.”  

*the moment she grips my hand, the blade’ll tear into her palm.  i wonder what her screams will sound like.  

*the others will be pissed, but it serves her right for bringing that stench in my house.

She doesn’t grip his hand, however.  Instead, she stared at him like she had seen a ghost, the blood draining from her face.   “…What do you mean you’re Sans?”

*is she an idiot?

He chuckled humorlessly, shrugging.  "i’d say the one and only, but ya'know. that’s hardly the case.“

Her breathing is labored again, like she’s on the cusp of a panic attack.

"what? my pansy mirror didn’t tell you? lemme guess… they only told you their stupid nicknames? hate to break it to ya, kiddo, but their names aren’t red and blue and edgelord.”  

She swallowed hard, and he watched her throat work around the lump that had undoubtedly settled there.  "Blueberry called Stretch Papy,“ she murmured beneath her breath.

"his name ain’t blueberry. it’s sans. they’re not a family–well, some of them are.” He shrugged. “they’re alternate versions of themselves.”  

He knew that she believed him; that much was obvious from the way she stared at him, searching his features for the mirror version of him that she knew.  Her gaze trailed over the obvious jagged crack on the top of his skull, his darkened socket, the dilated eyelight and general unkempt appearance.  He was about to mock her for not seeing it sooner, for thinking that all the skeleton monsters looked the same and had ridiculous names, but she surprised him by reaching out and cupping his cheekbone.  

“What happened to you?”  She whispered the words, her voice thick and shaky.  Her fingers skirted upward, close to the crack atop his head–the part of him that separated him from his mirror forever–and he couldn’t do more than just stare at her in wonderment.  The buzzer slipped from his suddenly lax fingers, hitting the carpet.

His cheeks grew hot.  How long had it been since someone (other than Papyrus) showed him this kind of kindness?  How long had it been since someone looked at him like that–feeling his pain, having such concern over his well-being?

*what happened?  hell if i know, kid.  my memory isn’t what it used to be.

*heh, you could even say it’s full of holes.

He shrugged.  "who knows?“

*paps, probably, but who’m i to pry?

*not like i don’t have my share of secrets.

Slowly, her hand dropped from his face.  "What… what happened to Papyrus?”

*what happened to paps?

*undick happened.  the crazy bitch took her failures out on my bro.  made him captain of the royal guard, beat his face in when he didn’t want to fight against her and hurt her because she was his best friend.  

*i’ll forget a lot of things, but i’ll never forget what she did.  

In the next moment, he shoved her across the couch, severing all physical contact.  "our timeline isn’t as easy to stomach as the others, kid.“

She sat up, treading carefully and changing the subject.  "All right. If there’s other timelines… it’s like… other realities, right? So, how did everyone end up in the same reality?”

He shrugged and reached up to grip the outer rim of his unlit eyesocket and sharply tug. It always felt so uncomfortable and slightly painful, but that pain always helped ground him from getting lost in the past and his fragmented memories.  She stared at him as if he were insane, and his grin turned wide.  Of course he knew what happened to get everyone together; all of the skeletons had a version of that machine in their timelines, and he was no exception.  

Long ago, he knew he had been a scientist; that basement was all the proof he needed.  But, he couldn’t for the life of him remember it.  The machine was just a hunk of scrap metal with indecipherable blueprints and notes.   “you should ask the comedian. he’s the one that knows that science bullshit and likes messing around with things he doesn’t understand.”

And then, it seemed that talking about him was enough to summon him.  His mirror appeared, looking frantic until he spotted the human, and that relief was enough to piss Sans off.  He watched as his mirror made certain she was all right, before he turned his attention to Sans.  The air became electric, although Sans knew it was all a bluff.  Even if his mirror had more magic reserves than him (after the head injury, he could only teleport short distances and summoning a Gaster Blaster was out of the question.  It was annoying, but at least he was able to rely on his brute strength and bone-axe), he knew that the blue-clad skeleton wouldn’t pick a fight with him while Paps was in the house.  

His mirror could barely even look at Paps.  

*what’s wrong?  you don’t like knowing in some reality, you failed him?

*how do you think i feel, bastard?

*…. like you’re one to judge.  you’ve failed your pap plenty, or else your LOVE wouldn’t be so high.

Just as his mirror didn’t like looking at Paps, Sans didn’t like looking at his mirror.  It reminded him of who he used to be… in another life, before everything went to hell.  This was a version of him that succeeded–or one where the human RESET at least.  The barrier was broken, monsters gained their freedom, and no one had to watch their loved ones starve.  

Sans would… like to meet the Frisk of this timeline.  He has a few choice words for his old pal, but he knows that his mirror tries to keep his old friends at bay.  

Hell, even if he saw the Undyne of this timeline, Sans would probably impale her on the spot.

*you’re not innocent if you have the capacity for that kind of evil lurking just under the surface.

*and that human ambassador isn’t innocent, either.  

His mirror agrees to eat the spaghetti, bringing Sans back to reality.  

“I… can’t really walk,” the human girl admitted, favoring her ankle as she tried to stand.  His mirror moved to pick her up, but suddenly, Sans doesn’t want him touching her.  He moved quickly and snatched her off the couch, gathering her into his arms.  Turning away from his mirror, he crossed the living room.  

“axe, don’t touch her.”

*it’s the deep, spooky voice.

*heh, i bet his eyesockets are dark.

*hate to break it to ya, pal, but one of mine always is.  i’ve got you beat when it comes to the scary stare.

Sans scoffed, but didn’t turn around. “human, can i carry you to the kitchen?”  He asked the question like the answer was obvious.

“I don’t mind,” she answered, all of her previous fear gone, which caused his smile to turn a little more genuine–and absolutely victorious.  

“see, she’s fine. c'mon, kiddo, hope you’re a humanitarian.”

He’s joking of course; the brothers haven’t had the need to eat humans since coming to this timeline, and yet the others always act as if they eat them just for fun now.  It’s ridiculous, but Sans enjoys joking about their past food preferences to make the others uncomfortable.  

Speaking of uncomfortable, it’s also enjoyable for Sans to touch the human while his mirror–and later, Red–irritably shift.  It’s obvious they both think they have some kind of claim on her.

And once he finds out that she’s not dating any of the skeletons in the lodge, well… things become interesting.  

He’ll have to get her number from Paps and keep in touch.  

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