Made some Swapfell redesign crap at three in the morning because i have grown disatified with sleep and humanity.
Drabble requested by my beautiful wife @vyzermeno
Ever since landing in this cursed land and selling her soul for a pack of fucking ramen, Krow had never really thought much about how they looked. It was just one of those things that she never really thought about, there was no modern society to worry about now, no one besides the others and the villagers to look at them.
They knew that they had changed a lot since coming here, the sheep legs, two pairs of horns, and the tail as long as they were tall made that really obvious, especially during spring when her wool was grown out from winter and too hot to keep up with. Often times they needed help with it, and usually one of the Gasters would lend a hand, but they were all too busy with their science to help.
But that didn’t mean they couldn’t give her something so she could sheer herself. In hindsight though, she had wondered how she didn’t think of it before.
While iron wasn’t exactly silver, it was still pretty much the same color so the idea came out flawlessly.
Almost too flawlessly.
Krow looked into the mirror, seeing scars made from every weapon marking up their bare chest, down their stomach, around their neck, under their eye. Burgundy eyes replaced bright blue ones, with diagonal pupils. They slipped down to the cold stone floor, sheers slipping out of their hand but all they could do was stare at the hideous reflection in front of them, thoughts that no longer fit the context of their world began filtering in using the voice of their mother, the kids on the playground that used to ask them out as a joke, their many exes.
She caught a movement in the mirror, behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she looked up at the impossibly tall skeleton that she had been staying with for a few days. The skirt of his dress brushed against the floor as he sat next to her, pulling her into his lap.
“Oh, lambchop,” Wings sighed, “You can’t keep it all inside, y’know. Bottling it up wont do you any good.”
Some practice sketches
Stretch: So, Rus, you got a crush on anyone?
Rus: The only crush I have is this crushing anxiety!
Rus: Oh, and also Y/N.