Greetings all!
I know it has been a while since I've written, and honestly, it was due to burn out. I didn't know what to do with my Honourtale fic, so I just kinda left it. Recently however, I wanted to at least write something, still Undertale, but light-hearted and kinda silly.
Noir is my OC Fellmare and he's a big sweetheart. He doesn't amplify negativity for his own gain. Instead, he takes away the negativity of others, essentially consumes it for energy, which in turn makes others feel better, lifts their anxieties and can soften nightmares. So this is a little glimpse into his cosy life.
P.S. He loves hugs!
So welcome and enjoy this simple tale, with a big friend.
Enjoy!
Noir was a simple guy.
He liked naps, he liked mustard, but most of all, he loved garlic bread.
It had been his one true love for as long as he could remember. It was his comfort food despite not needing to eat.
He loved everything about it, and had mastered making it on his own at home. Nothing truly beat that distinct crunch of the outside, complimented by that soft, melt-in-your-mouth heaven of the inside, all with that classic garlic taste that felt like a cosy hug.
Garlic bread and mustard was all Noir really needed to feel better on a bad day. So you can imagine his sadness when he realised that he didn't have any in the house. He had ran out of ingredients and had forgotten to get more. His upbeat demeanour deflated upon realisation, and he let out a sigh before retreating to the living room to watch TV.
It wasn't the same… he could hear the TV, that wasn't normal. Noir was much more used to only hearing his obnoxious crunching of garlic bread. He missed it all so much. It didn't smell enough like garlic in here.
He gave up on the TV and switched it off before stepping out into the snow. Today felt colder somehow…
Noir needed a distraction, so he decided to head out into a clearing across from his house and make a snow person. This was a nice way to relax, and his tendrils would help in gathering snow. It wasn't long before he was really getting into it, making the foundation and building up from there.
It was beautiful.
Snow garlic bread.
A masterpiece.
His eye sockets lit up at his creation, only to dim at the realisation that he was indeed still out of garlic bread. Maybe he should just go to the store? Nah, that was a shortcut he didn't feel like making today. He felt like being sad about it, and that was okay too. So, he took some photos of his work of art on his phone before making his way back to his house, appreciating the crunch of the snow beneath his feet.
Once he arrived outside his door however, Noir was quick to notice a basket on his doorstep with a note attached to it. He knelt down, gently lifting the note in his large hand to read it.
'to noir,
i wanted to thank you for being my emotional support mare as of late. you've really been my rock and i wanted to at least let you know that you and everything you do is really appreciated.
i made these myself, so sorry if they're not quite as good as yours.
i hope you like them regardless, and thanks again for… well, being you.
love you.
from stretch."
He couldn't halt the smile that crossed his skull, nor the warmth that filled his soul. That was such a sweet gesture.
Wait…
That smell…
Noir wasted no time in lifting the lid of the basket. His eye sockets lit up like a firework display.
Freshly-baked garlic bread.
His bottom jaw nearly fell off his face. How did Stretch know? Did he have some kind of garlic bread sixth sense like he did? It had to have been some kind of miracle.
Noir hurried inside before the bread got cold and closed the door behind him, grabbing some mustard and a plate before settling back down on the couch to watch TV.
He couldn't hear anything that was being said. It was perfect, and it smelled delightful.
Today was once again a good day, and Noir was happy.
