Sanscest(?) oneshots

DustHorror/Fluff kinda? Short af.

Honestly more of an explanation of how I see these two as a ship, hopefully I'll get back to writing once I take a break from making Gacha HorrorDust stuff lmao. I do have other oneshots planned so don't worry they'll come out- eventually-?

Next thing I post will probably be a part 2 of this, I just wanted to post something.

Horror walked through the seemingly empty forest, biting on a bit of gum as his hunger was getting low and he had a long while to walk before returning back to where he was supposed to be. His head was empty as he smelled something cooking, his mind was playing tricks on him as he imagined some good food that he wanted to the point he almost started foaming at the mouth. He snapped out of it quickly when he heard a stick snap somewhere around him, he stopped in his tracks and looked around.

The forest was dark, the sky was too, trees as far as the eye could see and even further, a cold breeze of the wind causing a shiver of unexpectancy from the Sans. He always avoided the forest for the reasons that it was always very dangerous and he wasn't going to risk it but he wanted to clear his mind, after being hit in the head for trying to eat a human again. He was thankful but at the same time angered at the same time.

He was too caught up in his own thoughts to realise he'd stopped walking and stared down at the ground, not even noticing the skeleton leaning against the tree in front of him.

"Oi, crackhead." They somewhat yelled to catch his attention. Horror sent an attack their way out of slight panic but he missed, the other skeleton having dodged the attack with ease.

"Awk, did someone miss another attack?" They taunted, their grin widening.

Horror growled a bit, frustrated and looked the other in the eye, he seemed to relax when he recognised who the other skeleton was. He stood up straight, he was a fair bit taller than the other and he always found it amusing how annoyed the other got.

"What? Not going to greet me?"

"Dust."

"Good to know that the crack in your skull didn't ruin your memory." He said, annoyance in his tone but his expression didn't change from the smug grin he often wore. "Come on, you're late." He added as he turned around and started walking.

Horror was left confused, watching Dust walk on ahead for a bit before teleporting behind him and wrapping his arms around Dust's neck loosely, resting his head on one of his own arms, tilting his head so his head leaned against the shorter's hood. He could practically feel Dust roll his eyes and hold onto one of Horror's hands with his own as he walked.

Dust was always the worst at showing softness and so was Horror but they found a way to acknowledge when some things are meant in a romantic way or just a comforting way, that being physical touch. Horror was a lot more of a cuddle bug that either of them expected while Dust was more flirty and a gift giver or often just small smiles of reassurance or constantly keeping an eye on Horror's skull.

When Horror's anxious about something he'd pick at his skull often.