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lover-of-skellies · 4 years
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Ahh! Congrats on 500! 🥳 Sooooo I’m really digging adrenaline racing stuff rn for some reason. So if it compels you maybe the hunted down prompt with either mutt(swapfell red) Or Axe OR nightmare being the hunter and reader being the hunted??
Ahhhhhhhh :D thanks so much, dude!!
Here's your fic request! I really hope you like it ^^
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"Human... come on out, kiddo. You don't have to hide from little ol' me. S'not like I'm gonna bite or anything."
You remained crouched behind a stack of wooden crates, a hand pressed over your mouth to muffle your breathing. There was a moment of silence, save for the sound of old shoes shuffling across the concrete floor, and you glanced around, your heart racing in your chest. What could that skeleton possibly be doing now?
You very carefully slipped under a nearby table, curling in on yourself in an effort to take up less space. As long as you stayed back out of the light, everything would be-
Lights flooded the room and you blinked, willing your eyes to adjust as fast as they could. You cursed under your breath; damn it. He'd turned on the lights, so now you'd have a harder time concealing yourself.
He suddenly whirled around, your body jolting in surprise as he brought the head of his axe down onto a crate, the blade splitting it with ease and causing it to fall apart. Was he... Was he intending to break all the crates now? No. God no. That wasn't good.
He let out a deep sigh, smashing another crate before he rasped, "Come on, buddy... I'm not gonna axe you again. Come out, come out, wherever you are." Another crate was demolished and you watched him with wide eyes, shrinking back and trying to press yourself against the wall.
The skeleton tilted his head, momentarily still before he went to work, breaking apart whatever crates were around him. When he stopped again, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath, his single scarlet iris now fully dilated.
He took a deep breath through his nasal cavity, tipping his head back, and then to your utter confusion, he chuckled, his voice gravelly as he spoke again, "I gotta hand it to you, kid. This was a pretty cleaver place to hide." You silently clutched your injured hand closer to your chest, biting your lip as you glanced down, noticing the blood oozing out from under the makeshift bandage you'd created. Not good.
The skeletons' once irritated expression shifted into something dark, a wide, manic smile stretching across his face as he inhaled deeply again, continuing, "Unfortunately for you though, small fry, I have one thing you don't, and that'd be my sans of smell. Eye don't need my vision to see you, so even if we did this in the dark, I'd still find ya." You could've sworn you felt your heart stop as he turned, facing in your direction.
He began to move toward your hiding place and you froze, your eyes widening in fear. You buried your injured hand beneath the fabric of your shirt, hoping to hide the scent of your blood. The skeleton continued walking toward you though, the expression on his face just as manic as before, and when you came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to check anywhere else except where you currently were, you frowned.
And then an idea struck you.
You slipped the blood soaked bandage off of your hand and laid it on the ground before beginning to crawl away, slipping behind another stack of crates. Carefully peeking out from behind them, you watched as the skeleton tapped his rather sharp phalanges on the table you'd just been hiding under. He then curled his hand into a fist, roughly bringing it down onto the tabletop and causing it to crack right down the middle.
Seeing that you'd changed locations, he huffed, bending down to scoop up the bloodied bandage. Your stomach churned as he lifted it to his face, sharply inhaling its scent, and then even grosser yet, he opened his mouth, a faintly glowing sapphire ecto tongue slithering out to trail along the fabric. Having gotten a taste of your blood, his body trembled the smallest bit and an almost gutteral growl slipped past his maw.
Tightening his grip on the axe he was carelessly dragging along the floor behind himself, he took another deep breath in, and then he lifted his weapon, hurling it full force at the crates you were hiding behind. Some of them immediately broke into pieces at the impact, and you yelped, practically throwing yourself backward to avoid being hit by the axe. With the crates now scattered everywhere, you were revealed to the skeleton and his grin turned malicious, his eye light nearly burning into you as he purred, "Found you, pal."
You were on your feet in a matter of seconds, immediately bolting toward the nearest exit. Except... wait, this wasn't right. Why couldn't you move?!
Blue magic enveloped you, essentially freezing you in place, and the skeleton sighed. You felt your body being tugged backward, presumably toward him, and a shrill scream of complete and utter terror ripped past your lips, and you could hear the skeleton monster chuckle. He reached out, roughly gripping your arm and turning you to face him, his stare much more intense now as he hummed, trailing the tip of a claw along your cheek. The digit bit into your skin the smallest bit and you whimpered, feeling a familiar, warm substance run down your face.
Your captor grinned widely in triumph, leaning closer to you, and you whined, feeling the tip of his tongue trace along your injury, licking up your blood. Your face stung and your bottom lip quivered as a purr rumbled from within his chest, his voice becoming a husky tone that sent shivers down your spine, "You know... you're cute when you're scared. I could just eat you right up. In fact," he paused, his eye light glowing brighter than before as his presumably nonexistent stomach began to growl with hunger, "I think I will, actually."
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owl-bones · 4 years
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HAPPY BELATED you nocturnal bird of prey skeleton. 🖤✨
hehe, thank you!! ♥ it’s still my birthday though x)
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As a fellow mom I get it. Even if you can’t donate please boost ✨ Please remember even a dollar helps. Let’s help this mama out- Unconsciouscelestial
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lover-of-skellies · 3 years
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magenta! Except not Wendy’s. I’ll get you any combo from Harvey’s with a chocolate milkshake. (I know that ruins the joke but I don’t like Wendy’s 🤣)
Pffft
I mean hey,, I'd still be getting food. Therefore meaning that I'd have nothing to complain about :P
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owl-bones · 4 years
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CONSTELLATIONS!!!!! ⭐️ (I’ve never been more excited for an ask reblog I swear so thank you!!✨💫🌌
🌌💫✨im glad!! i love space!!✨💫🌌
Constellations- If you could have one talent, what would you want it to be? (can be magical or not)
i’d love to be better at making music, but i also know if i put in the time and effort to learn music theory and piano i could figure it out haha
for a MAGICAL talent, i’d loooooooove bending, like from avatar? but i’ve never been able to figure out which type i’d like more!! i love them all for different reasons, so i’ll switch which one i prefer every month pff
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lover-of-skellies · 4 years
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Answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog ❤
:0
I didn't think I'd get anything like this in my inbox today, holy sh-
Anyways, 3 random things about me:
1) my eyes are blue, but under the right lighting, one of them turns green
2) I'm in a long distance poly relationship (it's my first time attempting the whole poly thing and so far it's going good, surprisingly enough)
3) I'm a huge cat person. Every cat is babey, even if they're a jerk sometimes
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