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Y/n looked down at Sara leading a bunch of skeleton monsters into her property’s front yard. From here, Y/n couldn’t hear what Sara was saying, but experience told her it was the normal retail spiel.

‘Not’ , thought Y/n, ‘that she is my retail agent.’

Y/n glared down at the whole group, hand toying with the egg placed precariously on the attic window’s ledge, looking and waiting for the perfect target and moment. She should have been surprised to see monsters looking at her house (Sara and her bosses weren’t the biggest fans of monsters) and even a little bit smug that she had driven the company to finally consider selling to them, but all she felt was the continued frustration at this whole situation. She took solace that all she needed to do was to get at least one of them to refuse to move in.

‘How hard can that be?’

She watched as Sara and the monsters approached the front door, Sara gesturing to the house and yard while the monsters passively followed.

“And here we have the front door, original design from the 18th century and crafted from-“

“OH MY GOD! WE GET IT! IT’S AN OLD DOOR. WHO CARES? ARE YOU GOING TO SHOW US INSIDE OR ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP BLABBERING ABOUT HOW DECRYPTED THIS PLACE IS?”

‘Target acquired.’

While Sara was still stumbling through her response, Y/n walked behind the egg and began to push it towards and off the ledge.

*……………………Crack!*

“WHAT TH!-IS THIS A-! WHO THE HELL THREW AN EGG AT ME?!! NO! NO, I WILL NOT ‘CALM DOWN’! I WANT WHOEVER THREW THIS EGG’S HEAD ON A PIKE!!”

Victory pump in the air, Y/n watched as the tall, edgy skeleton she had hit was restrained and shushed by the others, before she jumped off the ledge and headed towards the ventilation shaft, picking up her makeshift backpack filled with various bits and bobs on the way. She knew the ventilation system well enough to know which one leads to her front door, where she needed to be to scope out her next target.

She watched from the front door ventilation’s shadow as Sara opened the door, apologising profusely to a tall, edgy looking skeleton, seething and dripping yolk.

“I-I'm so sorry sir. T-there’s a bathroom, just down the hall where you can-“

The tall skeleton pushed past Sara, striding towards the general directing of the bathrooms. Sara, to her credit, remained calm and sweetly professional as she turned to face the rest of the skeletons.

A short skeleton in a blue hood winked at Sara, “don’t worry about edge, you don’t need to be walking on eggshells around us, he’s just a bit egg -aggerated.”

A tall, lanky skeleton in an orange hoodie snorted while the shorter, edgy-looking skeleton in a black, fur-lined hoodie stifled a laugh, which he turned into a cough. A tall skeleton wearing a red scarf wrapped around his neck grasped his head in dismay, groaning alongside a short skeleton wearing a blue bandana tied around his.

“REALLY SANS? AN EGG PUN? WHY?”

“but they’re egg -celent and i've got about a dozen of them.”

“SANS!”

Y/n chuckled; the pair of monsters reminding her of herself and her younger brother, whom she also liked to tormented. She thought she saw the blue hoodie skeleton ( 'Named Sans, apparently.' ) flick his eye lights at her vent, but thought nothing of it. Soon, they would all know about her and just how unwelcome they were in her house.

“UM, WHAT’S THAT?”

Sara turned from the short skeleton in the blue bandana to see a note twirling in the middle of the room, suspended from fishing line. Y/n remembered what a pain it had been to get it there, let alone writing it with stationery that was never meant for her size.

“IT SAYS ‘GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, OR ELSE’.”

The tall skeleton in the red scarf looked to Sara, confusion plain on his face ( 'Skull?' ).

“DOES THIS HOUSE ALREADY BELONG TO SOMEONE, RETAIL LADY?”

Sara ripped the note down, crushing it before dumping it into her handbag. She laughed nervously. “O-of course not. The neighbour kids have obviously broken in and placed this here as some sort of a joke.”

“obviously.”, remarked the tall lanky skeleton in an orange hoodie.

Y/n knew that Sara would do that ( 'as she always does.' ), but it was still worth the effort to at least try to warn the potential ‘buyers’ before she started to attack them. What was happening to her was, by far, unfair, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t understand the position Sara was in, or indeed any potential buyer. It was Sara's bosses and the larger government that had forced them all to be here today. What she wouldn’t give to know where to send herself to get some well-deserved payback.

Sara invited the skeletons to wander around the rooms, encouraging them to ask any questions. Y/n watched as the tall lanky skeleton and the short edgy skeleton head off towards the living room, the skeleton with the red scarf and the short skeleton with the blue bandana head towards the kitchen while Sans remained with Sara.

“so…the price also includes all this furniture?”

Sara smile seemed strained as she nodded.

“Yes, this house is fully furnished, with a fully supplied kitchen, a spacious basement and attic, living room, dining room and six furnished bedrooms.” She indicated towards the staircase, “Would you like a tour?”

“nah, seems like a lot of effort.”

Sara’s smile twitched. “O-okay then.” She cleared her throat, “Perhaps there’s something else I can show you?”

“i’d like to see the basement”, Sans supplied.

“Great, let me show you where it is.”

Y/n watched the two head off, knowing that she shouldn’t follow. There were no air vents down there and it was too risky to travel in the open. Instead, she made her way through the vent system till she arrived in the living room.

Y/n saw the lanky skeleton across the room, browsing her movie and game collection, while the short edgy skeleton had crashed on the couch, his head resting on the backrest while looking at the ceiling.

“so…got something to confess ashtray?”

The lanky skeleton shrugged, still facing the shelves. “whoever owns this place has a bigger game collection than me?”

The edgy skeleton sat up, glaring at the lanky skeleton. “try again.”

The lanky skeleton finally turned, his hands deep in his hoodie's pockets. “don’t know what to tell you red.”

The edgy skeleton ( 'red…really?' ) scoffed, “sure, and i’m just to suppose to believe that you just happened to step out of the way as an egg just ‘magically’ appeared outta thin air.” Red shrugged, relaxing back into the sofa. “hate ter see something like that happn' to blue.”

The lanky skeleton glared at Red’s smirking form, while Y/n’s hands tighten at the idle threat. She had no clue who or what ‘blue’ was, but she knew a threat when she heard them and she. Did. Not. Like. Threats.

While Y/n pulled off her bag and dug around inside it, lanky skeleton spoke, “maybe that retail lady did it. you know, if you want to blame another random person?”

Red laughed, “that chicken shit racist? nah, she wouldn’t have the guts to try.”

“maybe it was whoever owns this house?”

“pfft, yeah right. you’d like if there just happened to be someone else to-“

*Splat*

“what the-?”

Red raised a hand to the back of his skull, feeling the ward of crewed up paper sticking there. He stared at it for a few seconds, disbelief and confusing plain on his face, before the lanky skeleton snickered loudly.

“you’re dead stretch.”

Stretch ( 'what was with these names?' ) struggled (and failed) to keep a smile off his face, placing a hand on his chest, the picture of mock innocence. Y/n, meanwhile, tore off another piece of paper, aiming the empty pen tube again.

“red, i would never-“

*Splat*

Stretch and Red lost it. While Stretch clutched at his sides in a fit of laughter, one of Red’s eyes blazed red, an array of sharp, red bones aimed at the guffawing skeleton. Sensing his immediate danger, Stretch straightened his hands out in an attempt to placate Red’s anger.

Then suddenly, “red! what’s that behind you?”, cried Stretch, with a wild point over Red’s shoulder.

With poor timing, Y/n let loose the next spitball, which Red just barely managed to dodge as he turned to look behind him.

Y/n pressed herself down to the ground, heart hammering.

'What crap timing!'

She hoped that Red would just keep assuming it was Stretch. Still, it wasn’t worth the risk, and Red was plenty pissed off now, time to leave.

While Y/n slowly packed away her supplies back into her bag, she could hear Red cursing under his breath “asshole” before silence. Wondering what Red or Stretch might be doing, but not risking the look, she carefully tied her bag up, but before she had the chance to shoulder on the bag and leave, she was suddenly bathed in a red light. With a wild shriek, Y/n turned and fell to the floor, backing herself against the vent’s bars. Before her was a fanged, dog-shaped-like skull with glowing red eyes, tracking her every movement.

The dog skull moved closer, a soft growl emanating from it. Fully panicking, Y/n placed her hand on her pin’s head, preparing to plunge it in and make a break for it. But before she had the chance to act her desperate plan, the vent grates open and she fell backwards and into the waiting skeleton hand of Red.

Red’s hand quickly closed around her, trapping her. He looked her over, his eyes roaming from her wild eyes to her ratty clothes.

“well, looks like this place has an infestation after all. knew there had to be a catch.”

Y/n strained to reach her pin, but her arms were pinned to her side. She wildly searched the room, looking for anything that might briefly distract him. Nothing she saw would help; even the other skeleton had somehow managed to leave without much notice ( 'More magic?!' ). Desperate, she resorted to biting hard of every bit of the bone hand holding her. Red took a shuddering breath, the hand holding her tighten.

“o-oh sweetheart, you really shouldn’t do that.”

Y/n looked at Red in disbelief, like telling her to stop was going to work! For some reason, Red had red sweat beading his skull and she wondered if this was why he was called Red? Maintaining eye contact, she deliberately bit down as hard as she could, grinding her teeth on his thumb.

Red’s face only got sweatier and a weird glow began to emanate behind his sharp, shark-like teeth. His thumb started to press hard against her chest, causing Y/n to squeak in surprise and shock.

“L-let me go creep!”

Red’s smile only got bigger, a cockiness emanating from the creepy bastard.

*SLAM*

Startled, Red dropped Y/n, who immediately darted for the living room’s ground vent. Sliding between the bars, Y/n looked back to see Edge standing in the doorway, his hands on his hips, glaring down at Red’s quivering form.

“b-boss, w-what-“

“WHERE IS THE ASHTRAY?”

“what?”

Edge ('Red’s boss?') strolled into the room, looming over Red’s shrinking form. “WHERE IS THE SCUM THAT DARED TO EGG ME?" Edge hissed.

“i-it wasn’t stretch.”

Edge lashed forward, grabbing Red by the scruff of his furred coat, lifting him high off the ground, “TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW THIS INSTANT, OR THERE WILL BE DIRE CONSEQUENCES”

Red was sweating again, squirming in Edge's grasp “i-it was a bitty.”

“A WHAT?”

“i-it’s a small human. she’s hiding in the vents. i had her, b-but then i dropped her when you came in.”

Edge dropped Red, who remained where he fell. “YOU IDIOT, OF COURSE YOU’D DO THAT! NO MATTER, I WILL CATCH HER.” He levelled his glare at Red, who immediately started to sweat again, “THAT IS, IF YOU AREN’T LYING TO ME?”

“o-of course not b-boss, wouldn't dream of it.”

Edge straightened up, looking around the room, “WHERE IS SHE NOW?”

'Time to leave.'

Y/n turned and climbed the ventilation system, grabbing her bag from the upper vents before leaving behind the two edgy skeletons. It seemed like she had only managed to piss off two monsters that were most likely to go hunting her for revenge… not exactly what she had been aiming for. Mentally shrugging, she moved through the vents till she could hear the echo of two voices, reconsidering her approach. Moving towards them, she popped out in the study area.

After all, there were others she could convince that moving in was a bad idea and other ways to convince them of that.

Y/n could see the tall skeleton in the red scarf perusing the shelves of books that lined the room, while the short skeleton in the blue bandana was pressed against the window, looking out into the backyard.

"HEY PAPYRUS, CHECK IT OUT! THIS PLACE HAS A POOL, A FANCY GARDEN, AN APPLE TREE AND SOO MUCH SPACE FOR ACTIVITIES!"

The short skeleton turned to the tall skeleton, with literal stars in his eyes.

Papyrus ( '...like the font?' ) turned away from the bookshelves, a big smile on his face as he nodded at the shorter skeleton, "IT APPEARS THIS PLACE IS INDEED WORTHY OF OUR GREAT FAMILY!" He turned back to the bookcases, "IT'S JUST A SHAME THAT THE LITERACY QUALITY DOESN'T MATCH WITH THE REST OF THE DECORUM. I MEAN, THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE A SINGLE COPY OF FLUFFY BUNNY'S ADVENTURES!" he waved a dismissive hand at the books.

"WHAT!?" The shorted skeleton rushed over to stand by Papyrus's side, looking over the books himself, "WHAT KIND OF BOOK COLLECTION LACKS SUCH A BASIC NECESSITY?!"

*Screeeeeeeach*

The high pitch sound of metal dragging across metal echoed around the room, silencing the two skeletons.

"W-WHAT WAS THAT?"

"~Get out of my house~"

Y/n loved how the vent echoed and amplified her voice, or when she used her pin to create echoey screeching sounds, creating quite a creepy atmosphere when she needed to. It was especially fun if the buyers were superstitious or Halloween was close.

Papyrus turned to the shorter skeleton, twisting his hand, "DID UM, DID THE RETAIL LADY SAY THIS PLACE WAS HAUNTED?"

"M-MAYBE THEY'RE A NICE GHOST?" The shorter skeleton suddenly perked up, "MAYBE THEY'RE A COOL GHOST? LIKE NAPSTABLOOK?"

"OR LIKE METTATON?"

The shorter skeleton began moving around the room, his hands (unnecessary) cupped around his mouth to amplify his voice, "COME OUT MISSES GHOST LADY, WE WANT TO MEET YOU."

Papyrus quickly joined in, "THAT'S RIGHT! WE JUST WANT TO MEET OUR NEW FUTURE ROOMMATE WHO...WAIT A MINUTE!" he turned to grasp the shorter skeleton's shoulders, "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS BLUE?! WE CAN HAVE GHOSTLY SLEEPOVERS EVERY NIGHT!"

The stars quickly returned to Blue's ('wait, this was blue? It has to be a nickname...right?') eyes, bigger and brighter than they had been before, "THAT WOULD BE GREATEST THING EVER!!"

"I KNOW, RIGHT!?"

'Well, this didn't work out.'

Y/n mentally slapped herself. Of course, if there was such a thing as skeleton monsters, there would be ghost monsters! Normally, the supernatural approach worked, or at least didn't backfire like this had!

'Time to try another approach.'

"*Sob*, Please don't buy my house."

The two skeletons stilled.

"IS THE GHOST CRYING?"

"PLEASE COME OUT, WE WANT TO HELP YOU."

"You want to steal my home from me, *sniff*."

Y/n saw both skeletons pass a shock, almost guilty look between them. She didn't feel quite right playing on their sympathy, but it wasn't like she had many options left.

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS WOULD NEVER STEAL!", his tone became noticeable softer (if not quieter) "CAN WE SEE YOU PLEASE? WE PROMISE NOT TO HURT YOU."

Blue nodded his agreement, puffing out his chest, "THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY WILL PROTECT YOU FROM ANY AND ALL DANGERS!"

Y/n slowly approached the vent's bars, exposing herself to the room's light. She knew she was taking a risk, but she was banking on these monsters not lunging for her. Hopefully, she could play on their sympathy if she looked the part.

"My name is Y/n and this is my home.", she rubbed her eyes, "Oh please don't take my home, please!"

Papyrus strode forward, his hands outstretched like he was going to pick her up, near tears in his eye lights.

"Don't come near me!" Y/n snapped. After a quick moment of regret, she amended, "...please."

Papyrus instantly withdrew his hand, like he had just been burnt, "BUT-BUT YOU'RE SO TINY!" he turned to stare at Blueberry ( 'so, I was right about the nickname...kind of' ), who looked equally shocked, "I DIDN'T KNOW HUMANS CAME SO SMALL."

"I-I THINK THEY'RE CALLED 'BITTIES'?" Blueberry looked to Y/n, who nodded to confirm his statement.

"Please, nice monsters, don't buy my house."

"WHY WOULD THAT RETAIL LADY TRY TO SELL A PLACE THAT ALREADY HAS AN OWNER?"

"She says that I'm not allowed to live here anymore, that pests like me don't deserve our homes and that we need to be taken away from them." Y/n looked down at her bare feet, "Everyone's forgotten me, my name, who I am. They've all forgotten that this is my house". She looked both skeletons directly, "But not me, I remember who I am and I remember that this is my home."

Falling to her knees and burying her head in her hands, she sobbed loudly, "Please, don't take away my home!"

The two skeletons were silent for a long time.

Y/n wish she could see their faces, to see what effect she had on them and to ensure that she wasn't about to get grabbed, but she didn't want to be called out for acting.

"WE NEED TO FIND OUR BROTHERS."

"I THINK I SAW SANS WITH THE RETAIL LADY AND STRETCH IN THE LIVING ROOM. WE SHOULD SEE HIM FIRST."

"OF COURSE!" Blueberry turned back to look at Y/n, who was looking back up by now, "DON'T WORRY MISS Y/N, OUR BROTHERS WILL LISTEN TO US". He pointed to himself, posing, "THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY WILL PROTECT YOU"

Papyrus nodded in agreement, "WE WON'T LET OUR BROTHERS BUY YOUR HOME, LITTLE HUMAN! YOU CAN COUNT ON US."

Y/n watched as the two brothers bolted for the door, loudly calling for Stretch. She smiled to herself; if she felt guilty about abusing their trust, it would be worth it if she had just convinced two of the family not to move in.

'Hopefully, they'll convince Stretch and whoever the other brother is, creating a majority against buying the house!'

For the first time today, Y/n could feel the odds moving in her favour. Now, she only had to worry about Sara and her 'ace in the hole'.

Speaking of which, Y/n recalled that it had been a while since she had seen Sara. Fearing the worst, she made her way out of the air vent, over to the window Blueberry had been pressed against when she had first arrived. From here, she confirmed her fears; Sara and Sans were in the backyard, looking at the various features, including her father’s workshop. With a start, Y/n scrambled away from the window, running towards the hall's vent, the main pipeline for the ventilation system.

'Damn it, I should have kept a better eye out!'

Just as she reached the study's door, it slammed shut, dragging Y/n’s eyes to follow the long, gloved skeleton arm on the door to the sharp face of Edge. He smirked down at her, cold hated filling his gaze.

“DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD DROP AN EGG ON ME AND LIVE?”

Y/n turned and bolted for the nearest vent.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!”

Blood red bones sprang from nowhere, blocking the vent and her escape. With lighting reflects honed from dodging many angry humans, Y/n changed course and instead dove behind the bookshelf.

Edge strode confidently towards her hiding place, his pace eerily slow.

“COME OUT, LITTLE PEST, AND I’LL BE MERCIFULLY QUICK.”, he purred.

Taking heaping gulps of air, Y/n could feel her body shake, her veins flooded with adrenaline.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.'

“NOWHERE TO HIDE NOW, PEST.”

Y/n pressed against the wall, her hand brushing her side to feel the sharp, coldness of her pin pressed against her leg. Grasping the pin’s head, she pulled it from its cover, considering. What she was planning would only make the murderous skeleton more murderous, but at this point……she just hoped that skeletons could feel pain.

With a sudden rush of light and movement, Edge toppled the bookcase, exposing her to his glare and anger.

“NO ONE ESCAP-“

Y/n lunged forward, jamming her pin into the middle of Edge’s red boot.

“ARRGGHHHH!!!”

With a wild cry, Edge sprang back. While he hoped on one foot, clutching the boot with a pin still embedded in it, Y/n ran back to the door, desperate.

‘Please! Someone had to have heard that. Please, let that someone open the door. Pl-‘

The door cracked open, the relaxed face of Stretch peering into the room. Y/n silently thanked the blessed calcium gods and dived through the gap, pelting towards the hall’s vent.

“edge, what’s going o-“

“CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR YOU IDIOT!!”

Breathing heavily in the vent’s shadows, Y/n watched as Stretch quickly shut the door, shrugged and left. The moment the door closed, more red bones sprang from the floor, blocking the door. From behind it, she could hear the muted sounds of Edge destroying furniture.

“I KNOW YOU’RE STILL IN HERE!! I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL TEAR EACH OF YOUR LIMBS OFF, ONE BY ONE!!”

Leaning against the wall, Y/n took a long time to collect her thoughts and to calm her racing heart. She has wasted vital time and needed to move much quicker if she hoped to make it to the workshop in time. Going out into the yard on foot would be too slow and going through the house would risk getting spotted again.

'Guess I have to fly then.'

Y/n made her to the upper floors, coming out of the air vent that leads to Jake's old room. His stuff was still littered around the room, but she wasn't interested in that right now. Making her was to his balcony, she looked out to the backyard, seeing Sara and Sans were still making their way towards Dad's workshop.

Y/n took off her bag, dragging out her makeshift glider. Getting this thing to work had been a fun experience (swan diving off the couch to land on the soft carpet multiple times, in the name of science of course), but going outside was always a risky business. While up in the air, she was always subjected to the wind, which had once blown her so far off course, it had taken her hours to walk back home ( 'Granted, everything took far longer than it use to...damn bitty-curse or whatever the hell this was.' ) but right now she was desperate and the wind looked and felt really calm.

'Ironically, jumping off the second story is much safer for me right now than walking through the house and yard.' She smiled at the thought.

Y/n looked out at the yard hearing the echoes of Papyrus and Blueberry calling out for Stretch, who they had yet to find, apparently. 'How did they miss him as he made his way to the study room?' Casting that thought aside, Y/n prepared to jump, her eyes focusing on the workshop's window ledge as her target. Worst case scenario, she missed it and would have to climb up from the ground.

'Good thing then that I've had nothing but climbing experiences.'

With a heart-stopping leap, Y/n ran towards and off the balcony railing. The wind immediately filled her glider, holding her high off the ground. Her arms strained from her dangling weight, but she barely noticed it as she took in the sights and feeling of gliding. She had to admit, if she managed to turn back to her regular size, this would be one of the things she would actually miss. As a bitty, she was stronger, more durable than she had once been. Her regular self couldn't throw herself off a building with a makeshift glider and hope to live. Now, she could fall from this height and would still be able to bounce back relatively quickly.

'The power of being small, I guess.'

As she angled the glider towards her targeted landing zone, she felt the wind give a decisively pull in the wrong direction. Before she could cuss at her bad luck or attempt to fight the inevitable, the wind quickly corrected its course, becoming the smoothest glide she ever had. The wind was so perfect that, as she neared the window ledge, it levelled out, giving her ample time to walk along the ledge before she lowered the glide; the perfect landing.

Quite chuffed with herself, she excitedly whooped, throwing her arms up into the air in celebration of her mad skills! A quiet chuckle halted her celebration, however, as she looked back up at the house. There, she saw the orange shape of Stretch leaning out on Jake's balcony, still wearing a lazy smile. When Stretch noticed her looking back at him, he gave a brief wave. Impulsively, she waved back, before quickly scolding herself, blushing hard.

'Did he just see any of that?!'

"PAPPY! THERE YOU ARE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"

Blueberry stood outside in the yard, glaring up at Stretch ( 'Stretch is Blueberry's dad? But he called him his brother?'), who shrugged, "eh, just taking it breezie."

"PAPPY!!"

Papyrus crossed his arms, standing beside a Blueberry stomping in frustration, "YOUR BROTHER IS NO BETTER THAN MINE!" he looked up at Stretch, "STAY THERE, THERE'S SOMETHING WE NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT!"

"you know me, i could win atrophy for not moving."

"PAPS!!" "STRETCH!!"

Y/n chuckled to herself and she was pretty sure Stretch just winked at her.

Seeing the approaching figures of Sara and Sans, she moved towards the window. Leaving behind the groaning skeletons and her mortification, she entered through a crack in the window's glass panel, a slow and careful process where she attempted to not cut herself.

Upon entering, Y/n made her way to the garage door, hopping down shelf by shelf, listening to the two getting closer, their voices muffled by the door and walls.

"-and here we have the workshop, fully equipped with various machinery and other useful tools one might need for vehicle work."

"vehicle work?"

"The previous owners of this estate had some sort of motorcycle building business."

Y/n looked down at the door handle as it began to rattle, a key entering the key lock.

"You'll see what I mean in a second."

Placing herself on the door handle, Y/n pushed out the key from the lock as hard as she could. With a satisfying *Chink*, the key popped out on the other side, landing in the dirt.

"i'm guessing you're not hitting the right key there."

While Sara, she was sure, bent down to pick up the key and try again, Y/n pulled out and stuffed the lock with blue tack. With immense satisfaction, she watched the door handle continue to jingle and Sara's attempts getting more desperate and forceful.

"I-I'm not sure why this isn't working. It was working just fine last week."

"maybe we're missing a key clue here?"

Sara forcefully laughed, although Y/n could only imagine her face looked as strained as her laugh.

"i'm going to look around the shed, maybe find another way in?"

"Oh, o-of course Mr Sans. I'm sure this won't take long to fix. Feel free to call out to me if you need me."

There was the sound of confirmation from Sans, then footsteps walking off to the side.

Suddenly, Sara's voice sounded much closer and lower, still muffled by the door "I know you're there Y/n. You need to stop whatever it is you've done to this lock right now."

Y/n said nothing.

"I mean it! I will smash this door open with a rock if I have too! These monsters are really interested in buying this house and I won't have you messing this up again!"

Y/n continued to say nothing, although she took great delight in flipping Sara off (not that she could see it, but it was the spirit of the gesture that mattered).

"That's it!" Sara huffed before the Y/n heard the sound of her retreating footsteps.

"hun, she's a bit aggregated , isn't she?"

With a shriek, Y/n fell off the door handle. The impact she was expecting didn't come however, as instead, she found herself hovering inches from the ground, bathed in a weird blue glow. Next thing she knew, she was being airlifted to the eye level of the grinning Sans.

'Why is one of his eyes glowing?! What happened to the other one!?'

"so, you're the kid causing all this trouble."

'How did he manage to say any of that without opening his mouth?!'

Y/n started, panic and fear making her angrily reply, "Y-yea! That's right! And I'll keep making trouble if you're dumb enough to buy this house!"

With a flurry of kicking and swinging movements, the blue glow suddenly vanished and Y/n was falling again. Upon hitting the ground, she scurried under the nearby workbench, watching Sans through the workbenches' legs. Sans expression still had that wide, permeate smile of his, but now he looked confused and shocked.

"how did you...?"

"You have until the count of five before I start bashing in the lock! 1.2.3-"

Sans turned to the door, effortless opening it to a Sara in mid-bashing motion with a large rock that looked like it had come from the pond area.

"i guess i took my time for granite ."

"M-Mr Sans? How did you get in?"

Sans shrugged, "found a shortcut."

Sara started as Sans for a good long while, obviously struggling to form a coherent thought, before she managed one, "Oh, well, good then...I guess."

She lowered the rock to the side of the doorway, clearing her voice when she stood back up. "So, um, let me show you around the workshop."

Sara entered the workshop, closing the door behind her. She quickly spotted the blue tack blocking the lock, removing it while she scanned the area, paying attention to the room's edges, nooks and crannies.

'No doubt trying to see me.'

"can i quarry what you're searching for?"

Sara's attention immediately snapped back to Sans, who had his pockets stuffed in his hoodie, a relaxed grin while he casually watched her."No, no it's nothing."

Sara cleared her voice, gesturing wildly to all the various equipment, "Um, as you can see, this used to be some sort of motorcycling building operation. Apparently, a lot of this stuff is designed for customisation or something like that." She smirked at Sans, throwing in a casual wink, "I've been told this stuff is worth a lot of money...to the right people, of course."

"is that so?"

Y/n watched in bitter anger as Sara walked Sans through Dad's workshop, failing to explain the correct purpose of each equipment. The appeal of the house, with its fully furnished and spacious rooms was understandable. But this workshop was basically a gold mine, waiting to be scrapped for profit. No way would anyone appreciate the value of just simply leaving it alone. This was Sara's 'ace in the hole', the reason she gave people to buy this house. This place was the reason why Y/n worked so hard to ensure no one made it this far in the tour.

'Until today, apparently.'

"SANS! SAANS!"

The sound of Papyrus calling from the house ended the tour of the workshop's equipment, as both Sara and Sans made their way back to the garage door. Soon, Sara would be locking the door and walking back, leaving Y/n to slowly trudge back to the house.

'Unless I hitch a ride, that is.' , Y/n thought, looking over the two's clothing. On the one hand, Sans was wearing a hoodie, something she could see herself jumping safely into without him noticing, but she didn't know him well enough to assume he wouldn't feel her land. Sara, from previous experience, was less likely to notice her when she was in the company of potential buyers, making her the safest bet. She was wearing her noodle strapped handbag and impractical high heels. She could attempt to climb into the bag, but that risked getting trapped or caught.

'Guess I'm hitching a bumpy, awful ride today.'

Making her way to the door, she waited for Sara to exit and lock the door behind Sans and herself. When she was locking the door, Y/n made her way to the back of the heel closest to her, grabbing a secure hold to the upper lip of the high heel.

"um."

Sara turned, Y/n's hold getting tested for the first time, as she looked at Sans, "Yes, Mr Sans?"

Y/n could just barely see one of Sans's shoulders shrug, "it's nothing, i don't want to appear too clingy."

Sara laughed, a brief professional laugh, before she moved towards the house. Y/n, meanwhile, questioned the nature of that pun, preparing to make a bolt for it if she needed to. She would rather walk the rest of the way than risk getting captured, particularly with Sara around.

As Sara travelled, every other step was a jarring experience for Y/ n, as she experienced freefalling, only to come an abrupt crash in an endless cycle.

"SANS! I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!"

"what is it bro?"

Papyrus's boots came into view, walking alongside Sans's slippers ( 'really?' )

"OH, HELLO RETAIL LADY!"

"Hello, um, Pap...er, Paprika?"

"PAPYRUS, ACTUALLY."

"Ah, yes of course, my apologies."

"YOU ARE FORGIVEN RETAIL LADY. NOT EVERYONE CAN HAVE THE IMPECCABLE MEMORY OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS."

"heh, it's true. you wanted something bro?"

"AH, YES. SANS, I DON'T THINK WE SHOULD BUY THIS HOUSE."

"What? Why?"

"i believe he was talking to me, actually."

Y/n couldn't see the face Sans was making, but if matched anything like the tone he just used, she was surprised Sara hadn't bolted.

"M-my, ap-apologies. I-it won't happen again." Sara's pace definitely increased.

"you were saying bro?"

"APPARENTLY, THIS HOUSE ALREADY HAS AN OWNER! THIS RETAIL LADY IS TRYING TO SELL US SOMEONE ELSE'S HOME!"

Sara stopped and turned, her foot on the patio landing. As much as Y/n would love to hang around and hear how this would play out, she knew she wouldn't get a better chance to sneak in while everyone was distracted.

While Sara bumbled through her explanations, no doubt proving that the house was, technically, legal to sell, she slipped in the back doorway, rushing towards the nearest vent, which happened to be in the living room hall. Safely concealed in shadows, she saw that the rest of the skeletons were already sitting around the various furniture, obviously done with the tour. Red had managed to move back into the same position he had been in when she first saw him while Stretch was lounging on the remaining couch. Blueberry was looking over all the movies and Edge, well, besides looking even more pissed off than when she last saw him, was tapping the walls, his skull pressed against the wall. Apparently he thought she was a termite or something.

Soon enough, Sara, Sans and Papyrus entered the living room from the backyard, still talking about her, apparently.

"who's the bitty?"

Sara shifted uncomfortable, avoiding Sans's questioning eyes.

"If she's a problem, I can have her removed from the premises before you all move in."

"why haven't you done that already?", Red asked, looking at her from his spot.

Sara became visible more uncomfortable, "She's very adamant about this place being hers." She laughed, "Legally speaking, she isn't even meant to be here. And she certainly had no claim over this place."

"because?", Stretch waved his hand, indicating Sara to continue.

"Because," Sara emphasised, "there's no record of her, period. No birth certificate, no tax number and certainly no proof that she's the owner of this house." When she got no response from the collective skeletons, she rushed on, "But that's to be expected, right? No one remembers who any of the bitties were, not even themselves."

"Y/N, HER NAME IS Y/N", Blueberry looked sharply at Sara, "AND THIS IS HER HOME."

He looked over to Papyrus, who was nodding in agreement, "SHE REMEMBERS WHO SHE IS."

Sara rolled her eyes, surprising Y/n because Sara was normally much better at hiding her emotions than this. Guess she was having a bigger impact on Sara's psyche today than she thought. "Sure, thousands of cases and not only is she one of the few rare adult bitties, but she also happens to be the only bitty in the entire world that just happens to remember her name and past? Don't you find that even a bit too convenient?"

When the skeletons made no notion of agreeing with her (or acknowledging her as was in Edge's case, still tapping the wall), she sighed, raising her hands in submission. "Okay look, I happen to believe that this is her house, I mean, why make that up? If no one could remember your name, let alone what you previously owned, why claim a house? But that's not the only problem."

"WHAT ELSE IS THERE?"

Sara scoffed, "Beside her inability to look after this place? The courts decided that she still falls under Bitty Law."

"the one that says bitties can't legally look after themselves?", supplied Sans.

"Yes, that one, and she lost her appeal to that have an exemption." Sara threw her arms up, exasperated, "And I have no idea how she made it back here after that court meeting! As far as I know, she was supposed to be taken from there into a bitty care facility, awaiting adoption."

Sara looked pointedly up at an air vent (wasn't the one she was in, but she knew Sara's glare was meant for her) "I've tried to help her, giving her food and basic supplies, to get her to understand that she can't look after this place by herself, and that if she really cared about this place, she'd let me find a good family who'd look after it for her! But she refuses to cooperate and she absolutely refuses to leave this place! And it's not like I can call in a pest exterminator!" Sara looked away, "As frustrating as she is, scaring off potential buyers and all, I don't want to kill her."

There was a pregnant pause.

Y/n knew all of this already, Sara never left the house without lecturing her how stupid she was being and how she insisted she was just trying to 'help'. None of it mattered though; this was her house and she would rather die defending it than being shipped off to some random placed filled with children bitties, waiting to be adopted.

"i'd think my family and i would like to discuss our options in private", said Sans, with a pointed look at Sara.

She sighed, inclining her head and arm towards the dining room, "Of course. There's plenty of space for you in the dining room. I'll, er, I'll just go check the yard then."

She left, while the skeletons made their way towards the dining room, seating themselves around the table. From her new vantage point in the dining room vent, Y/n could see all of the skeletons' expressions, ranging from indifferent, uneasy and, in the case of Edge, pissed off.

"I VOTE FOR MOVING IN."

That was a surprise; guess her first guess about Edge holding grudges was unfortunately true. She wasn't the only one surprised though.

"why?"

The blatant question from Stretch did nothing to quell the anger come off Edge in waves.

"BECAUSE THIS HOUSE IS SPACIOUS, FULLY FURNISHED AND HAS A GREAT YARD. WHAT DOES IT MATTER?"

"WHAT ABOUT Y/N? THIS IS HER HOUSE!"

Edge waved a dismissive hand at Blueberry's argument.

"WHO CARES!? IT'S OURS NOW", Edge glared at the vent, no doubt imagining her sitting there watching him, "AND IF SHE'S SMART, SHE'LL LEAVE OUR HOUSE AS FAST AS SHE CAN." He grinned evilly, “OR DON’T. IT’S MORE FUN THAT WAY.”

"no harming y/n, edge." Sans said, with a hard stare at Edge.

Red shrugged into his fluffy coat, "if she isn't harmed by the boss, she'll be harmed by someone else sooner or later."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"

Red stared at Blueberry, a grin slowly spreading, "think about it, she keeps pissing off people who want to buy her house. one day, one of those people isn't going to care about killing her". He shrugged again, "probably fumigate this place with bug spray."

Blueberry looked horrified at the idea, but Papyrus seemed determined, "Y/N ASKED US TO NOT TO MOVE IN, I SAY WE RESPECT THAT AND LOOK ELSEWHERE."

Blueberry slammed his hands down on the table, "BUT SHE'LL PROBABLY GET K-KILLED! WE CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN! WE COULD HELP HER!" he turned to Sans, "I VOTE WE LIVE HERE!"

Sans nodded, "so that's two for moving in and one for not."

He turned to Red, who shrugged, "i vote with boss"

Sans indicated his head towards Stretch, who looked at his brother's expected face and sighed.

"gotta vote against my bro here."

Blueberry gasped, and quite a few of the others looked shocked too. "BUT, BUT WHY?"

Stretch shrugged, "i just don't like the idea of forcing someone into a situation that they really don't want to be in." He stared at Sans, "and i'm sure you feel that same way"

Sans sighed heavily, looking around the table, at each individual waiting expectantly for his deciding vote. "it's a really good house with a lot of room for expansion, exactly what we've been after."

Stretch shrugged, but didn't reply.

With another heavy sigh, Sans looked at her vent.

"y/n, how about we pay you rent?"

Y/n stared back, unseen in the shadows.

Sans continued, "we could buy the house from these guys and give it back to you if you ever get back to how you were before. we can look after the house, keep it from falling apart." He indicated to the others, "we'd store anything you don't want us using and-", he looked pointedly at Edge, "-you wouldn't be harmed."

Edge scoffed and rolled his eye lights, but otherwise remained silent, looking anywhere but at Sans.

"edge."

Edge abruptly stood up, toppling the chair he had been sitting on, "FINE! I WON'T KILL THE PEST THAT THOROUGHLY DESERVES IT!", then he proceeded to storm out of the room.

Meanwhile, Y/n thought about what was the best offer she had ever gotten. Hell, it was the only offer. Once people found out that she lived there and had no qualms doing whatever it took to get them to leave, they never stuck around to find out more. Not only was this the first time she had failed to get potential buyers to leave, it was also the first time she was being asked for her opinion. She was actually getting a vote.

Still, money wasn’t something that was useful to her. She couldn't access it and had no legal means or rights to it. Hell, the money she had before becoming a bitty no longer acknowledge her existence and wouldn't be hers after she had been 'legally dead' for six years. Even if she had it, what could she do, go to the store, buy a car? She was so dependent on the kindness of strangers and the scraps she found around the house! The same applied to the upkeep of the house. As much as it pained her to admit it, she hadn't been able to do all the maintenance this placed desperately needed.

Logically, accepting Sans offer was the best decision, but emotionally.... to depend on Sans' 'word', his honesty and integrity, to trust that he wouldn't change his mind and that the others would agree and be trustworthy to keep to that agreement.

'It would be so much easier if I was just left alone, but how long can that really last for?'

"What does it matter? Like you'd actually listen to what I say", she voice echoing out of the ventilation system, small, frustrated and tired.

Sara returned, knocking on the doorframe, "I saw someone outside and guessed you had an answer ready to go?" she walked in, clapping her hands in eager anticipation, "so, what have you decided?"

Sans took one, finale hard look at her air vent, before letting out a final, long sigh.

"guess we're moving in, hu?"

 

Next chapter is called: Burring down the house!

Chapter Text

Today was the day the skeletons were moving in. The process had been a long one, what with it taking Sara and her bosses a couple of days to daft out a housing agreement. Sans had even made it a point of coming over during that waiting period, outlying what the skeletons would be paying in rent. When Y/n explained (safely from the vent, of course)that she couldn't hold a bank account, let alone withdraw and use the money, Sans had shrugged, insisting that, when that changed, there would be a bank account filled with all of their rent money in her name. The gesture was appreciated, but it still depended on trusting this virtual stranger. She didn't let Sans know her thoughts on the matter, quietly leaving him when he asked if this was okay.

She had spent the remaining time she had before today bouncing between two mindsets;

  1. The skeletons would help keep this place together and do the things she physically couldn't.
  2. The skeletons were encroaching on her property.

It was the difference between what she knew made logical sense and what her soul was screaming at her.

'Give them a chance/ they're in my house!'

Her solution? Passive aggression. If the skeletons could put up with her trying to get them out of her house, show that they were committed to the idea of staying, then maybe she could tolerate their existence. Or at the very least she would have a better understanding of who she was dealing with the longer they stayed, maybe make a more informed decision later on. If they had enough and left, well, guess she won and could start preparing to fend off the next suckers Sara brought around.

Either way was fine with her.

Right now, she was watching the skeletons arriving in a small army of vehicles. There were three moving vans, two snazzy sports cars and one motorcycle that immediately took her interest. She couldn't see what model it was but if she... No, not what she was here for.

"I'M SO EXCITED WE'RE FINALLY HERE. IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER SINCE WE WERE LAST HERE!"

"INDEED! I SUGGEST THE FIRST THING WE SHOULD DO IS INTRODUCE OURSELVES TO OUR NEW ROOMMATE!"

Strapping her bag to her back, her trusted glider ready to go, Y/n considered her landing target. The skeletons were all huddled around the moving van that had been parked close to the front door, with a second one close by. The last moving van was parked some distance away, close to the front gate. The motorcycle and two cars were parked within the premise, off to the side to allow the moving vans.

'It'd be a crime to attack the chrome.'

"I'LL NEVER CONSIDER THAT PEST A 'ROOMMATE'! IT'S BAD ENOUGH I AM FORCED TO LIVE WITH THE REST OF YOU MOUTH BREATHERS!"

"you remember our little conversation about y/n, edge?"

Y/n jumped off the attic's ledge, gliding to the ground near the front of the furthest moving truck, the one closest to the front gates. Quickly packing her glider away, she listened and waited to see if she had been spotted.

"YES!! STARS SANS, QUIT ACTING LIKE I AM A CHILD!"

"a murderous child perhaps."

"WHAT WAS THAT ASHTRAY?"

'Guess not.'

Climbing up the car's front, Y/n pushed aside the covering protecting the condenser and eyed the system. 'Good thing it's an old model.' Moving between the fan and the air conditioners cooling bars, Y/n made her way through the ac system, popping out in the vent near the driver's seat.

Grinning, Y/n saw that someone left their keys in the ignition, no doubt expecting to be back soon.

"you heard me."

"I'LL-"

"hey-hey boss, why don't we get inside and get the first pick of the rooms?"

She climbed up the steering wheel, making her way to the key. Bracing herself, she turned it just three clicks.

"WHAT?! NO WAY! I CALL DIBS!

"I'LL RACE YOU FOR IT!"

Huffing, she jumped down onto the seat, eyeing the handbrake.

"STOP RIGHT THERE! YOU CAN'T CALL DIBS ON PICKING FIRST ROOM, YOU CRETINS! ONLY THE TRULY WORTHY, THE GREATEST OF US GET TO HAVE THAT HONOUR."

Pulling the brake down hadn't worked, so now she was jumping on the handle, nearly falling off when it finally clicked out of gear.

"THAT'S WHY I SHOULD GO FIRST! I AM CALLED 'THE GREAT PAPYRUS' AFTER ALL!"

With a hug on the driving stick and a pull, Y/n felt the car give a lurch and begin to roll forward. Satisfied, she scrambled quickly back up to the AC vent and made her way back through the system, stumbling as she felt the car continued to roll forward.

"IS THAT WHY YOU'RE CALLED 'THE TERRIBLE EDGE'?"

Popping out passed the grill, Y/n jumped out, landing in the overgrown grass of the area just outside her front gates.

"WHY YOU LITTLE- I'LL SHOW YOU WHY I'M THE MOST FEARED MONSTER IN THE ENTIRE UNDERGROUND!"

"WHERE IS THAT MOVING VAN GOING?"

*Crunch!*

Y/n looked back to see the moving van stopped by the most invincible object in the known universe; the dreaded tree. While she had no doubt that there was some serious damage to the bodywork, it wouldn't have been enough to damage any mechanical components.

"oh what the hell!?"

Y/n missed Red and Stretch appearing at the scene. Looking back, she could see the three brothers still making their way over. 'Guess these guys are much faster than I'm giving them credit.'

"is anything damaged in there?" Stretch called out to the of the truck.

Sans suddenly popped out of the back ( 'when did he get in there... I could have sworn I saw him out the front with the others'), "nope, we're good."

He looked over at Stretch, who was rubbing the back of his skull, "what happened stretch?"

Stretch straightened, "if you're suggesting that i left the van without putting on the brakes, you can stop right there."

"then how did the truck roll forwards, jackass?", Red demanded.

Papyrus and Blueberry came running down, slowly followed by Edge, who was taking his leisurely time.

"PAPPY! ARE YOU OKAY?!", Blueberry ran up and embraced Stretch.

Stretch patted the back of Blueberry's skull, "i'm fine bro. guess i forgot to check the bark."

Blueberry pushed Stretch away, his cheeks puffed out in mild irritation. Edge, however, was more than just irritated, "YOU CRASH A CAR AND YOU'RE MAKING JOKES?! YOU REALLY ARE THE WORST."

"IS Y/N OKAY?"

There was a long pause after Papyrus's question, during which Y/n continued to slowly, and very carefully, making her way back to the house.

"why do you ask bro?"

"I, ER, UM. NO REASON! JUST FORGET I SAID ANYTHING!"

As Y/n moved further and further away, she missed what the responses were. Good thing then that Edge apparently had no volume control.

"NOT LIKELY! TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW CREAMPUFF!"

She made it safely across the threshold of the front door, climbing back into her vent. From here, the sound became amplified. So while she couldn't see the skeletons, she did hear Edge's echoing exclamation, "YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT THE PEST CAN CLIMB INTO CARS AND HAS ENOUGH INTELLIGENCE TO PUT THEM INTO NEUTRAL?!"

~*~

Before long, all the skeleton brothers were back at the front of the house with the excitement of the crash taken care of. Blueberry had been the first inside, eagerly pushing Stretch towards the stairs. Papyrus would have been next if he hadn't been slowed down by Sans, who had apparently fallen asleep somewhere. While he was yelling at Sans to "STOP BEING SO LAZY!", he was beaten inside by Edge, who had returned after "ENSURING THAT MY CAR REMAINS WHERE IT IS AND ISN'T TOUCHED BY THE UNWORTHY HANDS OF -so on and so forth" with Red trailing after him.

'Might as well go and see who claims what room.'

Making her way back up the vent, Y/n sat at the main ventilation pipeline, with a perfect view of all the bedroom doors and staircase.

Stretch was the first up the stairs, still being pushed by Blueberry, where he immediately stopped at the bedroom that was closest to the stair's entrance. Dumping his stuff by the door, he leaned against the frame, seemingly exhausted from the trip.

"PAPPY!" Blueberry was next, stomping over to his brother, his cheeks puffed out in ('cute') irritation. "WHY WOULD YOU STOP HERE? YOU HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN THE INSIDE OF THE ROOM YET? HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS IS THE ROOM YOU WANT?!"

Stretch shrugged, "it's the closest to the stairs, it's the one."

While Blueberry was busy trying to get his brother to at least open the bedroom door, Edge came up the stairs, holding his things. He took one look at where Stretch was sitting before walking to the other side of the room, dumping his things at the bedroom door as far away for the pair as possible. Red, who had followed, shrugged, claiming the bedroom next to Edge.

'So, that's the Nan's room, the guest room and Victoria's room claimed. Who's going to try to claim Jake's, Mum and Dad's room and my room?'

Papyrus came next, a box under one arm and Sans over the other. Dumping the box and Sans next to the door that leads to Mum and Dad's old room, Papyrus moved to the next door (which happened to by her room), disappearing inside.

"NYEH HEH HEH! I CLAIM THIS ROOM AS MY OWN, FOR IT HAS THE GREATEST VIEW OF THE WHOLE BACKYARD! AND LOOK AT ALL THIS COOL STUFF! *GASP*IS THIS 'THE BATMAN'?"

Blueberry gasped, before rounding on Stretch, "PAPPY! I WANTED THAT ROOM!"

Stretch shrugged, still lying against the doorframe, as Red piped up "isn't that the side of the house with the view of the pool and a balcony?"

Blueberry seemed to consider this, his face lighting up as he thought about the implications. In contrast to Blueberry's growing joy, Stretch's grew concerned and regretful.

"a-actually, i've changed my mind. sans, mind switching with me?"

Before Sans had a chance to reply ( 'Had he fallen asleep on top of that box?' ), Blueberry tore open the door, dashing inside.

"WOWIE! LOOK AT ALL THIS STUFF! LOOK AT ALL THE COOL TOYS!! *GASP* LOOK AT THE POOL, OH WOW, WE'RE REALLY HIGH, AREN'T WE?!"

Stretch levelled a glare at Red, who smirked and flipped him off, before reluctantly following Blueberry into his new room.

Red stopped leaning against Victoria's door, moving to peak into the guest room. "what do you think of your room boss?"

Edge's replying scoff could be heard from up near the main air vent where Y/n was, "IT'LL DO. THE DECORUM IS A JOKE-"

"HEY! I FOUND A WHOLE TUBE OF SOME SORT OF GLOW-IN-THE-DARK SLIME! AWESOME!"

"-AND THIS ROOM IS SEVERELY UNDER-FURNISHED, BUT I GUESS IT'S GOOD THAT IT'S NOT FILLED WITH HUMAN CRAP. IT DOES HAVE A PERFECT VIEW THOUGHT."

Y/n highly doubted that he was talking about the front yard's garden. He was probably referring to his car which, she just remembered, was parked under that room's window.

Red nodded, turning to go back to Victoria's room, "if you want, you can always switch with me."

He reached for the door handle, when suddenly he yelled, dropping the handle like a hot potato.

"what the hell!? the door shocked me!"

All the skeletons came over, looking at Red grasp his shocked hand in shock and pain.

Papyrus carefully placing his hand on the door handle. When nothing happened, he let out the breath he had been holding. "I DON'T FEEL ANY 'SHOCK'. MAYBE YOU JUST IMAGINED IT?"

"the hell i did! what's that at the back of the door?"

Papyrus looked to a few stray wires Red was pointing out. A moment later, Papyrus came out holding a battery attached to a few wires and metal hooks.

"HEY, I HAVE ONE TOO!"

Everyone turned to Blueberry, who had his own battery in his palm. "WHY DIDN'T IT SHOCK ME?"

"fucking gloves", Red muttered under his breath, earning him an annoyed look from both Sans and Stretch.

Sans shrugged, winking an eye light, "i know that this has been a shocking development, and it strikes me that everyone should check their rooms for other bright ideas that y/n may have had."

Papyrus and Blueberry groaned while Edge crossed his arms, looking contemptuous, "REALLY?"

Sans grin merely got wider, placing his hands back into his hoodie as he walked back to Mum and Dad's old room. To demonstrate his point, he pointed to the door handle, which glowed blue, before it swung open by itself. Soon, a third battery was floating into his hand, which he pocketed. With a shrug, he entered the room. Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge quickly returned to their own room, pulling off batteries and checking for other traps as they continued to explore.

"who do you think has y/n's room?" Stretch was leaning against the wall closest to Red's door, a lollipop between his teeth.

Red's look became darker, "hope it's me. gives me excuse to smash stuff."

Stretch rolled the lollipop between his teeth, pondering. "well, it seems like edge's room might have been a guest room, so that's out." Stretch popped out his lollipop, "y/n's a human girl's name, right?"

Red grin became outright lewd, "oh, she's a girl alright."

Stretch paused, giving Red a look, "really red? and how long did it take you to feel up an innocent girl?"

"hey! she's anythin' but innocent! little shit", Red finished under his breath, glaring up at Y/n's vent.

Feeling impish, she stuck her hand out through the vents, flipping him off. She quickly withdrew her hand as the vent was shut out by a slew of red bones, blocking her. Sitting back in the vent's darkness, her smile was complemented with Stretch's quite chuckling.

~*~

From that point on, Y/n watched the skeleton brothers move into her house, using different vents to watch them. They took what they wanted to be removed out of their rooms, leaving the stuff packed by each of the doors. Sans, Papyrus, Stretch, Blueberry and Edge had each called out to Y/n, asking her if there was anything left in the room that she wanted to pack away. Red had refused to talk to her, saying that if he wanted it, it was staying while everything else got tossed outside the room. So while she kept silent with Edge, suspecting that he was asking for ulterior motivations, and she glared at Red every time she saw him treat Victoria's things with little care, she kept silent with the others due to the overwhelming feeling of forlorn that engulfed her. Everything that mattered to her was already in the attic; there was no need to ask when the only honest answer was "put it all back". Regardless, soon new boxes were placed in the attic as each brother made the room their own.

The skeletons brothers quickly discovered that she had only managed booby-trapped their bedroom doors with batteries, but they still continued to use magic to check every handle. Y/n, in turn, quickly learned that Sans, Stretch and Red were the more lethargic brothers, with Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge doing most of the work. Edge had straight up dumped all of Red's things at his door, before placing his boxes gently in his room. Papyrus and Blueberry had been far more gently with Sans and Stretch's boxes, happily chatting with each other about what they would do first once finished. When the talk turned to lunch and what was going to be cooked, even Edge perked up and had joined the conversation. She couldn't guess the reason why the other three brothers looked apprehensive, perhaps the three made a big mess when cooking. They seemed like the type who could create piles of dishes making one meal.

Throughout the day, Edge constantly went back to check his car ( 'Making sure it was still there.' ). When he wasn't checking his car and had finished moving all of his boxes to his room, he was staring intently at all the vents or tapping the walls with his skull pressed to it. He completely ignored Papyrus and Blueberry's attempts to include him in their 'HELLO NEW ROOMMATE' gathering.

"WE JUST WANTED TO FORMAL INTRODUCE OURSELVES AND SAY HI TO OUR NEW ROOMMATE."

Y/n stared blankly back, her face hidden by the deep shadows of the vent.

Blueberry stepped forward "I AM THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY AND THIS-" he pulls Stretch to the front, "IS MY BROTHER STRETCH."

Stretch leaned back, another lollipop between his teeth, "yo, looking forward to getting to know you better y/n. but, ah, could you not prank my bro with things that'll hurt him, thanks" he crunched down on the lollipop, puncturing his sentence.

Y/n felt herself shiver; his stare was anything but friendly.

Papyrus posed, "AND I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! AND THIS LAZY SKELETON IN THE BLUE HOODIE IS SANS, MY BROTHER."

Sans smile grew, "hi kid. hopeful we'll actually get a chance to talk more in the future. i've got pun derful, punny puns to share with our new pun kmate."

Papyrus's eye twitched and he took a deep breath before he pointed downwards in Edge's direction, "EDGE IS THE ONE WHO SORT OF LOOKS LIKE ME, BUT MUCH POINTIER-"

"YOU LOOK LIKE ME, IDIOT!", Edge yelled from downstairs.

" -AND HIS BROTHER, RED, IS THE SKELETON OVER THERE, WEARING THE BLACK HOODIE WITH THE FUR."

Red was leaning on the opposite wall, watching the proceeding. When mentioned, he winked and cocked his finger.

Y/n was surprised to learn that they weren't all brothers, that only some of them were actually related. She had been working under the impression that this was just a large family of brothers.

'Huh, wonder what the story there is?'

"OH, WE'VE GOT YOU SOMETHING!" Blueberry pulled something from behind him, a present covered in so many streamers and glitter that it looked like a craft store exploded over it. He held it up to the vent, literal stars in his eyes, "IT'S A HOUSEMATE WARMING PRESENT!"

"getting you a housewarming present didn't make sense as, you know, you live here."

Sans chortled, "we certainly were shocked to get our gift."

Red flipped them all off, grumbling curses under his breath.

Y/n made no move to accept the present.

Blueberry's grin fell. "YOU DON'T WANT IT?

Stretch placed a hand on Blueberry's head, "nah bro, she's probably just shy. we should probably leave it here for her to get later."

"BUT I WANTED TO SEE HER FACE WHEN SHE OPENED IT", Blueberry looked dejected but lowered the present to the floor.

Sans shrugged, "i wouldn't worry about it blue. eventually, we'll all be the best of roommates."

Papyrus perked up, "THAT'S RIGHT, THE BEST OF ROOMMATES! .....EVENTUALLY."

Sans smiled grew, turning to address Papyrus, "we'll be fixing up the lab all day. can we trust you guys to handle up here?"

"YOU CAN COUNT ON US BROTHER!"

"YEA! WE'VE GOT IT SANS!"

Stretch chuckled, "never doubted it".

Sans, Stretch and Red left downstairs, leaving Papyrus and Blueberry standing back from the vent, looking at the present, wring their hand in anticipation.

After a moment, Papyrus spoke up, "I THINK, UM, I THINK WE SHOULD DO SOMETHING ELSE? HUMANS DON'T COME OUT IF YOU'RE WATCHING THEM."

"OF COURSE! I KNEW THAT!"

They both dashed off into their rooms, busying themselves with unpacking. However, both of them would continually poke their head out, their faces changing from hopeful anticipation to disappointment, before withdrawing back into their rooms. Every minute.

Y/n, meanwhile, was staring intently at the present. Frankly, it looked awesome, covered in every colour and glitter. No way something like that could be a trap, right? They had even placed it near the ground vent! She could just grab it, drag it in and open it somewhere safe, right?

'Curiosity killed the bitty.'

Pushing that thought aside, she made her way over to the ground vent, the glittering gift inches from her. After watching Blueberry withdraw his head once again, Y/n pushed the vent wide open, rushed forward and dragged the present back in. Snapping the vents shut behind her, the metal *Clang* alerted Papyrus and Blueberry, as both skeletons came rushing out.

There was a moment before...

"*SQUEE!*" "*SQUEE!*"

"SHE TOOK IT! SHE ACCEPTED OUR HEARTFELT GIFT!"

"WE'RE GOING TO BE THE BESTEST OF ROOMMATES!"

"LET'S GO TELL OUR BROTHERS!" and sounds followed them as they both dashed downstairs.

Y/n stared blankly at the closed vents, still shocked that skeletons had actually squeed in her house. Shaking herself out of the daze, she turned her attention to the present.

It looked harmless enough, about the size of a ring box. There was no ticking noise or rattling noise, or indeed any sound. Gripping her pin, she used it to tear the ribbon holding the top to the bottom. With a cautions flip of her pin, she flipped the lid off. After nothing sprang at her and she unclenched, Y/n carefully looked into the box. It appeared to be a beige cloth. Confused, she reached inside, unfurling it.

It was a tightly folded cross-stitch of a large house with six skeletons standing outside, a small speck standing in the middle of the skeletons and large words embroidered above the house 'WELCOME TO OUR HOME.'

Y/n stared at the cross-stitch, processing. She didn't know what she was feeling, or how to feel about this. On one hand, it was touching that they (Papyrus and Blueberry at least) considered her a part of 'home', but she still wasn't ready to accept that. Hell, she didn't know if she wanted that. Even considering it made her feel like she was abandoning the memory of her family and her principles, almost like a traitor.

Carefully folding it into her bag, Y/n pushed aside the thought. Right now she was supposed to be watching the skeletons touching her things, not getting sentimental over something that probably didn't have any deeper meaning.

'Man, I really need to stop reading into things. It's just a housemate warming gift, nothing more.'

Y/n realised that Papyrus and Blueberry hadn't returned and she hadn't seen Edge for a long time.

'Guess I need to go looking for them.'

~*~

The first thing she noticed was smoke. The second thing she noticed was the loud voices of the boisterous skeletons were much louder and more panicked than they had ever been. With her own rising panic, Y/n slide down the ventilation system, following the smoke trial till she popped out in the kitchen.

Her lovely kitchen was on fire, with the stove seeming to be the source.

Three skeleton idiots were running around, yelling at each other, but Y/n hardly noticed them as she dived out of her air vent and landed straight on the kitchen counter. Next thing she knew, she was bolting towards the stove's knobs, currently being lapped in flames. Reaching as far as her arm would stretch, she managed to turn the knob around, turning it off. Suddenly, with a scream, she felt the fire touch her outstretched arm, bringing tears to her eyes. Yanking her hand back, she cradled her arm against her body.

Looking through her tears, she saw that, despite her efforts, the stove was still covered in flames.

"I'VE GOT IT!"

Turning to the skeletons, she saw one of them was returning with a bucket of water spilling over the sides.

"Stop! You'll only make it worse!!"

Papyrus stopped half-way through the motion of chucking the bucket's contents on the fire, causing him to spill water everywhere else in the room.

With a leap, Y/n landed on Blueberry, who was the closest, and climbed up to his shoulder."Y-Y/N?!"

"We need baking soda! Dump it on the flames!"

With a nod, Blueberry turned to the cupboards but was beaten to it by Edge, who already had the baking soda in one hand. With a deft hand, he dumped the entire box's content all over the stove, smothering most of the flames.

Y/n patted the side of Blueberry's head urgently, "We need damp cloths! Smother the rest of the flames!"

Papyrus and Blueberry tore off their neck accessories, plunging them into the bucket still half filled with water. Spilling the rest of the water of the floor, the two skeletons dumped the soaking accessories onto the fire, effectively putting out the last of the flames.

There was a collective sigh from everyone in the room.

Suddenly, Edge lunged forward, snatching Y/n from Blueberry's shoulder. Lifting her to his eye level, Edge's grin grew larger when he saw her squirming in his clutch, the way her breath hitched when his pointed phalanges dug into her body.

"PUT HER DOWN EDGE! RIGHT NOW!"

Edge laughed, looking down his nasal cavity at Blueberry, who matched his smug smirk with righteous indignation, "OR WHAT? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLE DO TO STOP ME?"

Blueberry summoned a blue bone.

Papyrus took a deep breath. "SSAAN-"

Edge tossed Y/n to the kitchen counter, his glare turning back into a smirk as he watched her skid across the counter head first.

"ARE YOU OKAY Y/N?"

Y/n stood up slowly, brushing her clothes down in a pitiful attempt to maintain her dignity. With a heated glare at Edge, who returned it with a promise of retribution in his eyes, she instead looked back at Papyrus and Blueberry.

"Never mind that, what the hell do you think you're doing!?"

That shocked them; even Edge did a double take.

"Why are you trying to burn down my house?!"

"WE-WE WERE JUST TRYING TO COOK LUNCH."

"Look at my kitchen!"

Y/n flung out her arms in exasperation, inviting Papyrus and Blueberry to look at all the damage the fire had done around the room. When her arm stretched, she was suddenly reminded that she had just been burnt, as pain flooded her senses. With a hiss, she clung to her arm, bringing it closer to her body. She saw Edge's eyes focused on her arm's movement, which wasn't good. Pushing her pain down, she let go of her arm, returning her expression to glare at the skeletons. Edge's eye briefly met hers, before he looked away, scoffing.

Papyrus and Blueberry returned their gaze to Y/n's angry expression, their own expressions falling to the floor. 'Oh man, they look like I've just pureed their pet goldfish!'

With a heavy sigh, Y/n crossed her arms, willing herself to be patient.

"What were you even trying to cook?"

Edge spoke up, "I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF CREATING MY INFAMOUS LASAGNE."

Blueberry was still looking at the floor, "I WAS MAKING TACOS."

"AND I JUST WANTED TO MAKE A HOUSE WARMING SPAGHETTI."

"Were you were all trying to cook at once?" when Papyrus and Blueberry nodded their head, she asked, "Then how did the flames start?"

Papyrus looked even more nervous, wringing his hands while avoiding eye contact with Y/n, "I, ER."He took a deep breath, blurting out "THE STOVE BACK HOME NEVER BUST INTO UNCONTROLLABLE FLAMES!"

Y/n could feel herself getting more nervous, "Is that suppose to happen?"

"OF COURSE! HOW ELSE DOES ONE COOK, IF NOT WITH THE FIRES OF PASSION?"

When Blueberry nodded his agreement with Papyrus's statement (Edge was still refusing to be helpful), Y/n sighed, "Well, you're in a human kitchen now."

She leant forward, "That means you cook human recipes, use human cooking methods and follow all my instructions. No more setting fires to the human stove."

"ARE-ARE YOU OFFERING COOKING LESSON?"

She started as realisation came over her, "I, ha, I guess I sort of am. Yea."

Papyrus and Blueberry looked like they had just been told they were getting their own national holidays, their hands brought up to their mouths in a silent gasp of sheer joy and excitement. Edge looked he had just been told that Papyrus and Blueberry were getting their own holidays and he was responsible for setting it up.

"AND WHY WOULD WE BOTHER WITH THAT?", Edge asked in disdain.

She crossed her arms, giving Edge a once over with her glare, "Because I don't think you have enough skill to handle that cooking level. I think it's beyond you, Edge." 'And because I'm afraid to leave any of you alone in this kitchen.'

"WHY YOU LITTLE PEST! HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY UNQUESTIONABLE CULINARY SKILLS!!"

She yelled back, "Then prove it! Prove that you can cook human recipes! Prove that you can handle a human kitchen!" Y/n leaned back, levelling a sneer at Edge's vexed expression, "Or are you all sizzle and no steak?"

Papyrus and Blueberry watched the exchange like they were watching a tennis match.

"OH, I'LL SHOW YOU. YOU'LL BE EATING THOSE WORDS, PEST, WHEN YOU BEG ME FOR SOME OF MY PERFECTED PLATES." He laughed, "TOO BAD I'D NEVER SHARE WITH YOU! YOU COULD ALWAYS BEG ME FOR THE SCRAPS, OR GO FORAGING FOR THEM IN THE BIN!"

She turned away from Edge's immeasurable smugness, looking instead at the remaining skeletons, "All three of you in here isn't going to work. I think you need to nominate who cooks what meal from now on."

"I CLAIM DINNER."

"AWWWW", Papyrus and Blueberry lamented.

Blueberry piped up quicker, adding, "THEN, THEN I BAG BREAKFAST! THE MOST IMPORTANT MEAL OF THE DAY!"

Edge spluttered "IT IS NOT! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT DINNER IS THE MOST ANTICIPATED MEAL OF THE DAY!"

"BUT NOT THE MOST IMPORTANT!"

"YOU-"

"Okay, that it! You guys need to clean up this kitchen and then you can leave Papyrus to prepare lunch."

Edge turned and left without so much as a backward glance.

"Asshole", Y/n muttered under her breath.

Papyrus walked over to the stove, opening it up to a waft of black smoke. While Y/n was dying from fumigation, neither Papyrus nor Blueberry so much as coughed. 'Guess skeleton monsters don't need to breathe.'

Fluffing out a garbage bag, Papyrus reached in and dumped in the black smouldering remains of two somethings before collecting the black mess that looked like it used to be a pot, dumping it in too. With his remaining hand, he collected the two sopping neck accessories from where they had been left after the flame had been put out.

He turned and asked Blueberry, "BLUE, IF YOU MOP THE FLOORS, I'LL TAKE THIS OUT TO THE BINS AND GET THE WASHING MACHINES STARTED OF OUR CLOTHES."

"OH, THANK YOU PAPYRUS!", Blueberry puffed out his chest, "I'LL GET IT DONE."

Papyrus nodded, turning to leave, "I'LL BE BACK BEFORE YOU KNOW IT!"

Blueberry, meanwhile, was looking around, uncertainty.

"Blueberry, there's a bucket and mop in that pantry over there."

He looked to where she was pointing, "OH, THANK YOU Y/N"

Y/n hissed again when she returned her arm back to her side, forgetting about the injury once again. Blueberry, however, heard her this time, coming closer to look at her.

"Y/N, ARE YOU OKAY?"

She moved backwards, "Fine, just stay over there."

Blueberry looked momentarily shocked, before a downtrodden expression came over him, "YOU'RE HURT."

It wasn't a question.

"I'm fine."

He huffed, "NO YOU'RE NOT." Realisation came over him, "YOU-YOU GOT BURNED. IS THERE SOMETHING I CAN DO? IS THERE ANYTHING YOU NEED?"

'He isn't going to leave me alone.'

"I-I could do with an ice cube. Wrapped in something...please."

Blueberry was quick to get an ice cube and wrap it in a paper towel, placing it near her when she tensed up on his return approach. After he had respectfully backed up, Y/n gathered the ice cube, placing it on her arm. The relief was instantaneous.

"Thank you...Blue."

Blueberry suddenly had a blue glow come across his cheeks ( 'Zygomas?....wait, is he blushing? Skeletons can blush!?' ), "YOUR-YOUR WELCOME....Y/N". Then he quickly returned to mopping the floors.

Blueberry made short work of the floors, mopping up the excess water before wiping down all the wet surfaces. It was in this manner when Papyrus returned. His eyes briefly meet Y/n’s, before he went over to Blueberry.

"NEED ANY HELP BLUE?"

Blueberry shock his head, "NOPE, I'M ALMOST DONE!" With a final dash across the kitchen top, Blueberry wrung out his cloth over the sink. "THERE! ALL DONE", he moved to the bucket and mop, "I-I'LL LEAVE YOU TWO TO YOUR COOKING LESSON".

He left.

Papyrus looked at Y/n, still clutching the ice cube, his expression sombre. "LITTLE HUMAN, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO FAKE CRY AGAIN ARE YOU?"

Y/n started, looking up into Papyrus's serious expression, seeing hints of distrust there. She looked away. "I-I'm sorry that I did that", and she found that she genuinely felt bad for deceiving him.

There was a long pause.

"I FORGIVE YOU."

He perked up, "AFTER ALL, YOU HAD NO IDEA JUST HOW GREAT I AM OR HAVING ME AS A ROOMMATE IS GOING TO BE. NOW, LET ME SHOW YOU MY CULINARY SKILLS!"

Y/n was dazed as she considered Papyrus's word.

'Roommate? He's actually serious, isn't he?'

He moved towards the fridge, bending down to fetch out several ingredients, "LET ME KNOW IF YOUR ARM STARTS TO HURT YOU." he stood up, "I HAPPEN TO BE AN EXCELLENT HEALER," he posed, "A HUMAN EXPERT, THEY SAY (I KNOW THAT YOU'RE A BITTY, BUT IT'S BASICALLY THE SAME THING), WITH BOUNDLESS KNOWLEDGE TO SHARE."

Y/n laughed, already feeling better, "Will do, Papyrus."

He nodded, bring over all his collected ingredients onto the kitchen top she was sitting on. Curious, Y/n looked at what he had brought over.

"You want to make spaghetti?"

Papyrus shook his head, "I WANT TO LEARN HOW TO MAKE HUMAN SPAGHETTI." He looked so eager, he was practically bouncing with literal joy.

Y/n beamed, clapping her hands together, "Let's get started then."

~*~

"We don't punch the tomatoes! We crush them! With tools! And a pot!"

"BUT THAT SEEMS TO BE A MUCH SLOWER APPROACH! WHERE'S THE PASSION?"

"Cook with passion in your heart, not on your fists!"

Y/n couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun cooking ( 'Granted, it was more about re-teaching Papyrus better strategies. At least Blueberry and Edge couldn't be this bad...right?' ), even when she had been full sized.

While Papyrus was crushing the tomatoes (with a proper tool and a pot!), Sans walked in, heading straight for the fridge. He was obviously surprised to see Papyrus and Y/n here ( 'Perhaps he was expecting more fire and yelling?' ), but not as surprised as Y/n was, who instantly tensed at his appearance.

'How could I forget that there were other monsters? I'm too exposed here!'

Papyrus, noticing her tense posture, turned to find Sans with one hand in the fridge and the air of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"SANS! THE LITTLE HUMAN IS HELPING ME TO COOK HUMAN SPAGHETTI!"

Sans's eye lights shifted to Y/n, who flinched, "that so bro? how's that going?"

"FABULOUS! I'M LEARNING SO MUCH! DID YOU KNOW THAT, WHEN COOKING HUMAN STYLE, FLAMES ARE A BAD SIGN? WHO KNEW!?"

Y/n didn't like Sans looking at her, "Um, Papyrus?"

He turned to Y/n, concerned, "IS YOUR ARM HURTING YOU?"

"what happened?"

"SHE BURNED HERSELF STOPPING THE FIRE EARLIER."

Okay, she couldn't take Sans looking at her any longer "Papyrus please!"

Papyrus came over at once, while Sans moved to the kitchen table, obviously deciding to stay, "WHAT'S WRONG?"

"I-I'd like to go back into the air vent."

Papyrus looked downtrodden, "BUT-BUT WE AREN'T DONE YET."

Y/n smiled reassuringly, "I'm not going away", she looked back at Sans and his continually stare, "I'd just like to sit up in the air vent"

"you don't need to worry about me kid. i'll leave if you want me to?"

Y/n instantly shook her head, looking back to Papyrus imploringly, "Please?"

Papyrus signed but offered his hand, which Y/n clambered into. With more g-force than she was used to, she was lifted to the vent, where she easily slid into. He looked back at her, obviously disappointed with this turn of events.

She cleared her throat, "Don't forget to continually stir slowly Papyrus, otherwise it'll burn the sauce."

"RIGHT." He definitely sounded down, but at least he was going back to the pot.

Sans rubbed the back of his neck, uncomfortable, "so, paps, that..um, that smells pretty good."

Papyrus sprung around, a spoon in his grip that flung sauce across the room, "REALLY?!"

Sans chuckled, wiping a spot of sauce off his hoodie and eating it, "yep."

"MY YEARS OF TRAINING ARE PAYING OFF!"

"i don't know about that", Sans winked at Y/n's air vent, "i think it might have to do with your little helper."

Just then, Blueberry popped his head in, "Y/N! Y/N?...UM, WHERE'S Y/N?"

Papyrus pointed to the air vent, where Y/n was sticking her hand out, waving.

"OH, Y/N! I KNOW I'M NOT SUPPOSE TO BE IN HERE, BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT EDGE IS MAKING TRAPS AROUND THE HOUSE!"

Sans muttered under his breath, "of course he is."

Y/n shrugged, "Thanks, Blue."

Blueberry's cheeks glowed blue once again, his eye lights shifting away from Y/n's inquisitive stare. "NO PROBLEM", and then he was gone.

Sans chuckled but didn't say anything when Papyrus gave him a question glance.

~*~

Sans being in the kitchen did little to stop the flow of progress Papyrus was making with lunch. Every now and then, Sans would make a pun that got Papyrus to scream in outrage while Y/n couldn't help but chortle. Their act was just priceless, Papyrus made for an awesome straight man!

Eventually, Stretch followed his brother's example and popped his head in too, "sans, red and i were just wondering if you'd like-"

Sans quickly cut him off, "actually, papyrus is making spaghetti for lunch, enough for the whole family."

Stretch started to sweat, "i, er, i thought we agreed to a truce."

Sans grin grew wider, "y/n helped him with it actually."

"y/n?"

"sure, can't you smell the difference?"

Stretch hesitated, his eyes shifting from Papyrus (who was eagerly waving, covered in sauce), to the pot, to Sans's grinning, poker face.

"y/n's going to be helping blueberry and edge too."

Stretch sighed, "how can i say no to that?"

"tell the others lunch will soon be ready."

Stretch left, waving a hand, "yea yea...red is not going to take this well."

Papyrus was beaming with so much pride that that Y/n was actually surprised his jaw hadn't snapped off with how strong his grin was.

Blueberry soon arrived, dragging dishes and cutlery out of the cardboard.

"I'LL SET THE TABLE FOR YOU PAPYRUS."

Papyrus looked away from his stirring, giving Blueberry a thumbs up, "THANKS, BLUE!"

Blueberry quickly left after a final look at Y/n's vent as Sans stood up with a stretch, "guess i'll head for the table."

He looked back to Papyrus, "need any help bro?"

Papyrus shook his head, his beam still present, "NOPE, I'M GOOD. I WON'T BE FAR BEHIND."

Sans shrugged and left.

Papyrus eagerly abandoned the spaghetti, moving to the air vent, "READY TO COME OUT FOR LUNCH?"

"I'm not joining you for lunch Papyrus."

His beaming smile slipped, "BUT, BUT WHY NOT? YOU HELPED COOK IT, THE LEAST YOU DESERVE IS A SERVING!"

Y/n sighed, "I don't feel comfortable with going out there Papyrus."

'There's that 'pureed pet goldfish' look again.'

Y/n laughed awkwardly, "We'll have to cook something else next time, seeing as how you've mastered human spaghetti."

Papyrus gasped, "YOU KNOW MORE RECIPES?!"

She laughed in earnest this time, "Go on Papyrus, you have skeletons who are wasting away to nothing back there."

Papyrus looked briefly offended before he vanished from the kitchen, taking his pot with him.

'Huh, I guess that was pretty offensive.'

Before she could third guess her joking skills, Papyrus returned holding a saucer plate with a serving of spaghetti on it. Before she could object, he popped off the vent, sliding the plate towards her.

"WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH THE PLATE, JUST LEAVE IT HERE." He clicked the vent back into place, casting a final glance back at her as he made his way out of the kitchen, "I KNOW YOU HAVE A LOT ON YOUR PLATE."

He left with his "NYEH HEH HEH" trailing after him and a shocked Y/n staring after him.

~*~

Y/n finished the meal quickly enough ( 'Not half bad, defiantly room for improvement though.' ) but she did have trouble climbing the ventilation system with hands covered in sauce. After a quick bath in her hidden room, Y/n spent the rest of the afternoon following the skeleton's progression to move in.

Edge was the first one completely moved in ( 'Might have to do with the fact he had more time to move in when he should have been helping to clean the kitchen?' ), but his room was fairly plain. There were a few action figures, a large mirror and a laptop on a desk. He had taken off the bed sheets and replaced them with what looked like black satin sheets. The curtains had also been replaced (black), cutting all light from the room. What was most interesting to her was what she saw at the air vent leading to his room's entrance. A trip wire. To what, she didn't know or want to know. However, she did have fun by-passing it and drawing on the mirror, 'Y/n was here', with a little stick figure doodle of her flipping the bird, in hot pink crayon. If the jackwagon was going to attempt to capture her, he could bear the brunt of her passive aggression. She, however, remained on the lookout for more traps from then on, particular near the entrances to the air vents.

Papyrus and Blueberry spent the rest of the afternoon integrating their things with the stuff they had decided not to pack away. Each kept looking at the air vents, sometimes asking if she was watching them. She never replied, of course, content to watch them unpack, looking for things she could use for later plans. She did notice that Papyrus and Blueberry had similar tastes in room decorum, however, but with a few key differences.

Jake's room ( 'Blueberry's room, for now, I guess.' ) had been filled with toys fit for a ten-year-old boy. Blueberry had either packed away or gotten rid of most of the random toys, giving the room much more space than she ever remembered it having. Now the room actually had floor space, with a giant moon rug and an area with a computer setup. The bookshelves looked like most of the books had remained, but now there were many action figures on top of them. Blueberry had also screwed wooden panels onto the bed, making it look like some sort of rocket ship and plastered the ceiling with glow-in-the-dark star stickers.

Her room, by contrast ( 'lol, guess what mum? There's a boy in my room!' ) had been filled with geeky stuff. Weird toys, abstract collectables and fanart covered the walls in all her geek fandom. Papyrus had taken most of the posters down, putting up a Jolly Roger flag instead. Her once active computer area soon had a new laptop, a flame decorated floor rug ( 'His cooking skills in art form?' ) and her old bed also got custom wooden panel job. Where Blueberry had a rocket, Papyrus had a red racing car, not unlike the appearance of his car outside. He also had his own many action figures, which were placed around the entire room.

She hadn't seen Sans, Stretch and Red since lunch. At first, she assumed they were in their rooms, like their brothers, but travelling to each room showed that the boxes remained where they were dumped, unopened and certainly still packed, with no skeletons to be seen. Looking in the front yard showed all the cars were still here and no one was in the backyard. In panic, she had even glided over to the workshop, but everything was still there and no one was in there. Walking back had been a pain and the sun had set by the time she made it.

When she finally made it to the kitchen, she was met with an impatient Edge, tapping his foot while glaring at the clock.

"Ready to get started?"

Edge turned sharply to glare at the air vent Y/n had pressed herself against, smirking at his posture.

He scoffed, "I'VE BEEN READY FOR HOURS! IF I KNEW YOU COULDN'T TELL THE TIME, I WOULDN'T HAVE BOTHERED TO SHOW UP!" he posed, "THERE ARE PLENTY OF MONSTERS WHO WOULD KILL FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE IN MY PRESENCE AND BASK IN MY CULINARY SKILLS"

She ignored the comment, "So, what are we cooking tonight?"

Edge's glare turned into a smile, putting Y/n on the highest of alerts, "ACTUALLY, WHY DON'T YOU COME OUT HERE? WHAT SORT OF TEACHER TEACHES FROM AFAR ANYWAY?"

She rolled her eyes, "What kind of hunter asks his prey to step into his trap?"

He spluttered, "TRAP?! WHAT TRAP? I DON'T SEE ANY TRAP."

"I'm not stupid Edge, and I don't trust you. If you want to capture me, you need to be much smarter and subtler than that. A five-year-old could tell you're lying right now!" Edge started to protest, but she stuck out her hand, silencing him, "Nothing you can say is going to make me leave this vent. So we can either waste time or we can get cooking."

Edge's glare narrowed, before he huffed, "WE'RE HAVING LASAGNA". He straightened, "A MUCH BETTER CHOICE THAN THAT POOR EXCUSE OF SPAGHETTI WE HAD EARLIER TODAY." He mockingly sighed, "BUT I GUESS THAT WHAT'S HAPPENS WHEN A BAD STUDENT GETS A WORSE TEACHER."

"Are you going to sizzle all night, or are you ready to cook?", 'You massive jackwagon.'

Edge grinned, "BRING IT."

~*~

Edge was a worse cook that Papyrus, hands down. Where Papyrus has the worst technique she thought possible, Edge seemed to be actively trying to kill people with his cooking. At least with Papyrus's cooking you'd live to never want to try it again.

"WHAT TYPE OF POOR EXCUSE FOR LASAGNA DOESN'T HAVE VINEGAR IN IT?"

"The type without glass Edge, the edible type."

He rolled his eye lights, "PLEASE! IF YOU DIE FROM A TINY BIT OF GLASS, YOU WEREN'T WORTHY OF EATING MY MEALS."

"Only you could serve food with experience points", she muttered.

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"I said you still suck at cooking human style."

"IF I SUCK, WHICH I DON'T, IT'S BECAUSE YOU ARE-."

"er, boss?", Red was peering into the kitchen, dripping what could only be described as oil. Y/n stared, 'what has he been up too?'

Edge rounded on his brother, clearly irritated with the interruption, "WHAT IS IT RED?", then he noticed the oil, "AND BE QUICK ABOUT IT, YOU'RE DRIPPING OIL EVERYWHERE!"

"i, er, i was just wondering how long dinner was gonna be?"

Edge turned back to the stove, watching the lasagna cook, waving back a dismissal hand at Red, "YOU CAN TELL THE OTHERS TO BE PATIENT! PERFECTION TAKES TIME."

The timer dinged and Edge grin grew as he took the lasagna from the oven, "LUCKY FOR THEM, I AM ALMOST DONE."

"yea, it actually smells pretty good in here."

Edge whirled on Red, "OF COURSE IT DOES! I AM A CULINARY GENIUS AFTER -"

Then his expression became darker, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'ACTUALLY'?!"

Red started to sweat, "see, what i, er meant by that-"

"I DON'T CARE", Edge looked back to his cooling lasagne, "GO WASH UP AND TELL THE OTHERS THEY BETTER BE WELL PRESENTED FOR DINNER OF THEY WILL SUFFER MY WRATH!"

Red quickly left, only for Papyrus to replace him.

"HI EDGE", he waved at the air vent, "HI LITTLE HUMAN."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT CREAMPUFF?" Edge glowered.

"I CAME IN TO SET THE TABLE FOR YOU. BLUE'S MAKING SURE OUR BROTHERS ARE CLEAN AND READY FOR DINNER."

Edge scoffed, "GOOD, THEN YOU CAN MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL."

Papyrus smiled good-naturedly while Y/n glared at Edge, "Rude."

"OH PLEASE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT 'RUDE' IS."

"So you're telling me that was you being nice?"

Papyrus left with empty dishes, silverware and the lasagna, not the Y/n or Edge noticed.

"VERY NICE, ACTUALLY", he leaned towards the air vent, scowling "YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO SEE ME 'RUDE'."

There were so many obvious jokes there, but she decided it probably wasn't worth aggravating him further (although she certainly had fun making about a dozen of jokes she could have possibly said in her mind). Instead, she asked, snickering "Think you can handle a different recipe next time?"

"LIKE YOU COULD POSSIBLE KNOW MORE THAN THIS", then he started, "WAIT, NEXT TIME?"

"Sure, unless you want to give up because you found today too hard?"

In truth, cooking with him hadn't been such a terrible experience, but he was nowhere near the level where she could trust him not to start a house fire.

It took Edge awhile to answer. When he did, he sneered, "TODAY WAS THE EASIEST LESSON I'VE EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF SUFFERING THROUGH! THERE IS NOTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLE TEACH ME THAT I WILL NOT FIND BORINGLY SIMPLE." He threw his head back, "NYAH HAH HAH, SOON I WILL MASTER THE PITIFUL ART OF 'HUMAN COOKING STYLE' AND YOU WILL BE BEGGING FOR THE SCRAPS!"

Papyrus entered the kitchen, carrying a saucer plate with a small serving of the lasagna, "HERE YOU GO Y/N, HOPE YOU'RE HUNGRY!" He looked confused, raising his hand to point high above the vent, "EDGE WHAT'S-?"

Edge snatched the plate from Papyrus, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? FEEDING THE PEST WILL ONLY ENCOURAGE IT!"

"SANS SAYS Y/N SHOULD GET A SERVING AS WELL."

Edge glared at Papyrus, who continued to smile good-naturedly.

"FINE! YOU CAN LEAVE US NOW" Edge huffed.

Papyrus left, leaving Y/n to stare at Edge holding a plate of hot food and considering his options. He turned to the vent, a smirk predominate of his features. "BEG ME FOR IT, AND I MAY GIVE IT TO YOU...IF YOU ASK NICELY, OF COURSE."

The smell wafted over her, making her mouth water. It had been a long time, before today, since she last had a hot meal. However, she could see Edge dumping it straight in the bin once she begged, so she tried a different approach, "Nah, no thanks, I don't want that."

Edge spluttered, his skull slowly turning red, "WH-WHAT?!"

Y/n shrugged, "Yea, I don't think I want-"

Unfortunately, her stomach decided then to growl its displeasure, echoing around the vent. Edge and Y/n stared blankly at each other before she turned to the vent's wall, trying to hide her embarrassment from the smug bastard.

He laughed, "NYAH HAH HAH! WELL, MAYBE YOU DON'T, MAYBE YOU DO, BUT YOUR STOMACH IS FAR MORE HONEST THAN YOU ARE! IT'S DESPERATE TO GET JUST A TASTE OF MY SUPERB COOKING SKILLS!"

He placed the plate under the vent, on the kitchen countertop.

"AND, AFTER ALL, A GOOD HUNTER KNOWS WHAT TYPE OF BAIT TO USE TO LURE IN HIS PREY." He left the kitchen, his smugness following him out.

Y/n flipped off his retreating back, looking down at the plate. No doubt, there was a trap quite near her. The question was; did she risk it for food?

'Forget that! Is it worth proving Edge wrong?'

"Hell yea."

Lucky for her, there were other vents. Abandoning this one, with a prize so tantalising close, Y/n walked through the ventilation system, walking around till she popped out near the dining room. From her viewpoint on the ground level, the dining table housed a forest of hanging tibias and fibulas stuck in an assortment of slippers, shoes and boots. Sticking to the edges, she made her way towards the kitchen.

"did y/n get her food edge?"

"NOT YET, BUT SHE WILL SOON. YOU KNOW HOW SHY SHE CAN BE."

"WHY ARE YOU RUBBING YOUR HANDS TOGETHER?"

"ER-NO REASON! IT'S COLD IN HERE! STOP STARING AT ME."

"lasagna's good tonight edge, remind me to send y/n a bouquet of flowers."

"AND WHAT'S THE SUPPOSE TO MEAN ASHTRAY?!"

There was the sound of hands slamming onto the table top, a nearby chair squeaking as someone kept bouncing up and down, "I'M SO EXCITED!! I'M COOKING BREAKFAST WITH Y/N TOMORROW MORNING! I CAN HARDLY WAIT! I WONDER WHAT WE'LL COOK?"

Y/n left behind the bickering family, climbed up the draws kitchen to pulling herself up to the bench. From this side of the vent, she could see what was waiting for her.

"A drop cage. Really?"

There was a cage hanging above the vent, and it looked like it was rigged to trigger when the vent was pushed out.

The first thing she did was grab a paper towel, wrapping the lasagna securely, before placing it in her bag for later, safer consumption. Then she turned to the empty plate and the rigged trap, considering her options.

Figuring she should keep the tradition going, she used the stray sauce to draw a rudimentary drawing of her flipping the bird on the plate. Chuckling, she looked back at the trap.

There was no way she could enter the vent without setting it off. She could disable it, easily even, but doing so would still cause a lot of noise. Shrugging, she decided she'd go back the way she had come, let him figure out how she got the food without setting it off.

"MAYBE WE CAN WATCH A MOVIE TONIGHT? SEEING AS IT'S OUR FIRST NIGHT LIVING HERE?"

"does anyone know which box has all the movies in it?"

"WE CAN ALWAYS WATCH ONE OF Y/N'S MOVIES! I CAN ASK HER!"

"ha! like she'd help with that. haven't you got it through your thick skull yet? She don't want us here."

"BESIDES, WHY SUBJECT US TO SUB-PAR HUMAN ENTERTAINMENT?"

"i don't know, seems to me that the 'human' stuff is two for two so far."

Y/n entered the vent, climbing back to her hidden room. If the monsters wanted to watch one of her movies, there wasn't a lot she could do to stop them, short of going to the power box.

She actually enjoyed her meal that night, listing to the voices of the skeletons echo through the ventilation system as they ate and then cleared the table. She was reminded how long it had actually been since the house had life in it. As it was, it took Blueberry a few times calling her name before she noticed his voice coming from a level below her.

With a quick wash of her hands and face, Y/n slid down the system, following Blueberry's call. She neared the living room, to see an eye light peering in.

"Y/N! THERE YOU ARE! CAN YOU HELP ME PICK A MOVIE, PLEASE?"

Y/n approached the vent's bars, sitting just short of actually touching them and the eye light still peering in.

"Sure! You should definitely pick one on the shelves."

There was a chorus of chortles from behind Blueberry, who looked annoyed by the blatant miscommunication.

"I DIDN'T MEAN-WHAT I MEANT WAS- URGH! CAN YOU PLEASE HELP TO SELECT A SPECIFIC HUMAN MOVIE?!", he moved away, walking back over to the shelf, allowing Y/n to see the rest of the room.

Edge had claimed an armchair by himself, with Sans leaning heavily upon the remaining one. Stretch and Red were on the main couch, behind the pile of pillows and blankets that covered the floor. Papyrus's voice could be heard coming from the kitchen, wondering aloud why he had been banned from using the stove and instead had to rely on the microwave for preparing popcorn. Blueberry himself was standing in front of her movies, gazing at the shelves of DVDs and Bluerays.

Y/n sighed, "The bottom shelf are TV series, the next shelf are my horrors, then the sci-fi and fantasies, then the live comedies, the adult cartoon comedies, the anime shows and movies, the kid shows, the kid movies and the last shelf is the rest of the stuff that doesn't fall into those other categories."

Stretch chuckled, "what type of movies would they be?"

"can't you guess? that's the 'definitely not for kids' shelf" Red purred.

Y/n rolled her eyes, looking back to Blueberry, twisting his hands together.

"THERE- THERE'S SO MANY" he threw his hands up, "I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE TO PICK!"

"WELL HURRY UP AND PICK ONE! LET'S JUST GET THIS OVER WITH ALREADY. THIS WAS YOUR IDEA AFTER ALL!"

"don't worry about it, bro. whatever movie you pick will be just fine."

"yea, nothin' you could pick isn't goin' to suck, so just pick somethin' already."

Blueberry turned his panic stare from Red to Y/n, desperate.

Y/n signed, leaning into the bars, peering into the room and trying to read the titles from across the room. She quickly realised that wasn't going to work, "I can't see from here Blue."

He perked up, "I'LL JUST CARRY YOU ACROSS."

Y/n backed up, waving her arms, "No."

Edge glowered, his grip on the armrest threatening to tear holes into the material, "WILL YOU JUST HURRY UP ALREADY?!"

Blueberry looked away from Edge to Y/n, "Y/N, PLEASE."

Y/n could feel her resolve crumberling. 'Why does saying no to this monster make me feel like an actual monster?'

She nodded, her eyes trained on Edge and Red in particular. So it was she barely caught the triumphant smile that spread across Blueberry's skull.

He offered his hand, which she slowly maneuvered herself onto. Once she was on, she clung to his thumb, one hand unconsciously placed on her pin. He quickly walked them across the room, levelling his hand to one of the shelves. She quickly hopped down, her back pressed against the DVDs. Blueberry stood back, looking over the shelves, while the rest of the skeleton family was staring at her.

"Y/N?"

She flinched, looking up to see Blueberry looking down at her in concern. He noticed where her focus was, and choose to deliberately step in the viewing path of the rest of the room. He nodded to her with an understanding smile, which she gladly returned.

With a deep breath, she turned to look at the shelf she happened to be on.

'Guess it's a kids movie tonight.'

Personally, she was fine with that. In fact, she had the perfect movie in mind, one of her favourites that she hadn't been able to watch for a long time. Moving quickly to it, she pulled it out. "Try this."

Blueberry picked it up, looking over the case, "HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON?"

"It's one of my favourites."

He nodded, taking the DVD off the shelf and moving to the entertainment system. With him gone, she quickly noticed that every single eye light was focused on her, including Papyrus who had just walked back with two bowls of popcorn.

Noticing her pressed to the DVDs, Papyrus walked over to Y/n, offering his hand, "WANT TO GO BACK, LITTLE HUMAN?" She saw Blueberry stop whatever he was doing to glare at Papyrus for some reason.

She nodded and quickly moved onto his hand, happy to see the looming safety of her vent. Once she was safely inside, she turned to see Papyrus offering her a piece of popcorn, which she gladly took.

"PAPYRUS! Y/N SHOULD BE OUT HERE WITH US, ENJOYING THE MOVIE AND POPCORN!"

Papyrus passed one of the bowls off to Stretch, before settling into the blankets and pillows on the floor.

"if she wants to come out, she knows she can sit with us bro." Stretch popped a few pieces into his mouth.

Red leaned over, grabbing a fist full, "or she can always climb into my lap."

Sans's eye glowed blue, a pile of popcorn lifting and settling into his lap, "i've got the cinematic view over here and state-of-the-arts butt support over here."

"OH MY GOD! CAN WE GET THIS OVER WITH ALREADY!?"

As the movie started, she recalled, fondly, the first time she saw this movie. She didn't have the highest of expectations of it, but then...Toothless. What wasn't to love? As the movie started, she happily chewed on her piece of popcorn, kind of hoping the monsters enjoyed it.

~*~

It seemed that they did. Both Papyrus and Blueberry were staring transfixed at the screen, marvelling out loud the quality of the animations and all the cool dragons. Edge had stopped crossing his arms and was actually settling into his seat. Red had chuckled at the lines "we have stubbornness issues", although both Sans and Stretch didn't seem to like all the fighting. 'Which was a kind of the movie's point, I guess.'

"Stay... put...there.........................you know what I mean."

*Snort!*

Y/n's hands flew to her mouth, mortified.

There was a long pause.

Then the room below her busted out laughing.

"did she just....?", Sans wasn't able to finish that sentence.

"that has got to be the cutest sound i've ever heard", Stretch winked up to the air vent, wiping away a fake tear.

Y/n felt the blood flood her face, her ears burning with shame. Standing up, she climbed the system back to her room, the echoes of their chortles following. Moments later she found herself buried under her blanket and pillows.

'I snorted?! Why?! I've already seen that movie!'

Suffice to say, sleep didn't come quickly that night.

~*~

Later that night, Y/n awoke from a dream where spotlights were laughing at her, to the cry of "PEST!" echoing through the ventilation system. She snuggled back into her pillow, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

'Guess who found the mirror message?'

 

Next chapter is called: Colourful Language

Chapter Text

Y/n woke up early the next morning, but that wasn't unusual now. Before, she had been quite the night owl, enjoying long nights and longer sleep-ins. Now, she was one of those dreaded 'morning people'. It felt wrong to admit that, but that was just one of the few changes that had occurred when she became a bitty. Now she could fall from greater heights, lift twice her weight, heal quicker and needed very little sleep. That last one still upsets her, even to this day, because who doesn't love a good sleep in?

'Hopefully, the skeletons agree with that sentiment.'

Grinning evilly, Y/n turned to her trusty old phone (that was just about as tall as she was now), considering her options. After last night's mortification, she was looking forward to some payback. It took her awhile but, upon finding the perfect tool, she placed her phone into her backpack, making her way through the ventilation system.

She popped out in the main vent leading to the bedrooms and the stairs. The sunlight was just barely streaming in from the front windows and all was quiet on this early morning. She turned back to her propped phone, waiting for her input.

*Click*

 

"Wake me up before you go-go

don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo!"

 

The music shattered the quiet like glass, the speakers at full volume as Y/n danced along, spinning and singing out the lyrics as loud as she could.

 

"Wake me up before you go-go

I don't wanna miss it when you hit that high!"

 

She thought she could hear thumps coming from the bedrooms closest to her, but it could have easily been the sound of how hard she was rocking this song!

 

"Wake me up before you go-go

'cause I'm not planning on going solo

Wake me up before you go-go

take me dancing tonight!"

 

She was really enjoying the dance and was actually upset that she hadn't started the song from the beginning. Regardless, she was having the time of her life! Man, it had been a long time since she felt this jazzed!

"Y/N?"

"I wanna hit that high, yeah yeah!" Y/n threw her hands up as she nailed that high note!

"Y/N!"

Y/n and the phone were suddenly pulled out into the open, surrounded by a blue glow. Next thing she knew, she once again found herself in a bone hand with her phone pressed against her back. She struggled to free herself as she felt the hand move and jostle as, whoever had her, ran somewhere else. Panicking, not expecting to be caught a mere 30 seconds into her jam, she bit whoever had her. There was a gasp of pain and then a free-falling sensation as she was dropped.

"Y/N!"

She was once again encased in a blue glow, only this time she was prepared for it. Struggling, she dissipated the glow, resuming her fall to the floor. The phone clattered one way while she bolted the other direction.

"YOU-YOU BIT ME?! WHY?"

As Y/n dived underneath the nearby high hall table, she realised that her attacker hadn't gone far, taking her to the landing of the stairs, where the main hall was. She watched as multi coloured runners with some sort of added 3D-wings design moved quickly to her fallen phone, picking it up.

"Blue?"

Blueberry was wearing some sort of neon workout assemble that, ironically, didn't have a cohesive colour theme. It was the type of outfit that could make blind people suddenly see colours. If he did have a theme, it was layers. Not shirts, but sweatbands, headbands and socks. Y/n couldn't guess just how many different articles of clothing he was wearing, but she was fairly sure he managed to get all the colours.

While she stared at her 80's nightmare, he fumbled with her phone as it continued to play. After a few seconds, he managed to pause the song, sighing loudly.

He looked down at her, his hands on his hips, tapping his winged shoes, "Y//N, WHILE I APPRECIATE A GOOD SONG TO GO WITH A MORNING WORKOUT, COULD YOU PLEASE NOT PLAY YOUR MUSIC WHERE IT WILL WAKE MY BROTHER?"

"I wasn't-"

"YOU HAD SOME PRETTY COOL MOVES THOUGH", Blueberry said, looking thoughtful.

"You saw that?!"

"BLUEBERRY, DID YOU FIND WHATEVER WAS MAKING THAT NOISE?"

Blueberry turned to answer Papyrus in the other room. "IT WAS Y/N DANCING! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT."

Y/n buried her head, unable to look up. That was until she felt the ground shake. Looking up in alarm, she saw Papyrus jogging in place next to Blueberry, looking down at her curiously.

"REALLY?

Papyrus's outfit was less colourful, but more revealing. Y/n couldn't keep her eyes off his spine, how it bent and swayed with his exaggerated movement. His crop top barely covered the bottom of his ribs, let alone his short shorts that revealed the top of his pelvis bone. Frankly, she felt like she was seeing something indecent like she was seeing someone who forgotten to tie the front of their bathrobe.

Her face burned red and felt hot to the touch as she re-buried her head in her hands.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE PEST?"

Y/n flinched, looking up to see Edge glowering down at her. He at least had a theme going on (supervillain). His shorts were, by far, a tighter fit than Papyrus's or Blueberry's and, sure, his boots looked like the type that Saints Row called 'stripper' boots and yeah, overall, had too much black and...wait, was that shirt open on the side? Edge's shirt covered the front okay, but it was completely open all the way from top to bottom, with only a small section at its base keeping it from flapping. She could see how his ribs were covered in nicks and cracks and something else that glowed whiteley within them. As if he felt her staring, Edge's scowl deepened as he turned to his side, hiding his ribs from her sight.

"I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE SHE'S EMBARRASSED?"

"Y/N, ARE YOU EMBARRASSED?"

Edge was stretching all his joints now, bending and pulling his outfit all over his body, the pants in particular were moving up- ( 'No! Not going there!!' ).

She began to hysterically giggle.

"OF COURSE SHE'S EMBARRASSED! SHE HAS TO SEE YOUR RIDICULOUS OUTFITS."

"I DON'T THINK THAT'S IT, I THINK SHE'S EMBARRASSED BECAUSE BLUEBERRY CAUGHT HER DANCING."

"THAT CAN'T BE IT, HER DANCING WAS SO AWESOME! SHE WAS DOING COOL MOVES LIKE THIS!" Blueberry began to spin and twirl with his arms up in a poor, ( 'Or completely accurately!' ) embarrassing imitation of her dancing.

"Okay! That it, I'm out!" She moved out from under the table, making her way towards the ground vent to start the process of repressing this memory.

"Y/N, DON'T GO! WE WANTED TO ASK YOU A QUESTION."

She was unable to look at them, but stayed, "what is it?"

"DID YOU OPEN OUR GIFT YET?"

"DID YOU LIKE IT?!"

Y/n looked back to see that Papyrus and Blueberry were squatting near her, with Edge still stretching in the distance. She steadfastly refused to look at Papyrus and how, from this angle, his outfit revealed-

"Y-yes?" she squeaked.

They lowered themselves closer to her, both of them revealing just a bit more.

"YOU OKAY Y/N?"

"YOU'VE GONE RED ALL OVER. CAN BITTIES CHANGE COLOURS?!"

"I'm fine!" She folded her arms, staring pointedly above their heads, willing the blush to leave already! "Um, yes, your present. It-it was nice and I liked it and, u-um, thank you."

They're faces lit up (literally, Blueberry was glowing blue while Papyrus was glowing a pinkish red) as their smiles grew larger.

"I KNEW IT!"

"WE PUT IT A LOT OF WORK (ALTHOUGH IT WAS NOTHING FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS)!"

"WHERE IS IT NOW?"

Both of them were lying on the ground at this point, hands holding up their skulls while their feet crossed and uncrossed behind them.

She rubbed her head, looking away, "it's in my room" ( 'Still folded in a corner, but that's where it is.' ).

"AND WHERE EXACTLY IS THAT?" Y/n and the two laying skeletons looked back at Edge.

She scoffed, "Like I'm going to tell you."

Papyrus and Blueberry, however, were now looking at each other.

"Y/N, WHERE DID YOU SLEEP LAST NIGHT?"

She stiffened, her fists clenched to her sides.

"That's none of your concern." She turned to go, "I'll, I'll see for your cooking lesson when you get back Blueberry."

She left, climbing the up ventilation system.

"Y/N, I'M SORRY!"

"WE DIDN'T MEAN TO UPSET YOU!"

She paused in the vent's shadows.

"I know" she whispered back.

~*~

Y/n had calmed down a bit (although she sure wished the memories would stop, or at least stop playing in slow motion!) by the time she found herself sitting back in the bedroom landing vent. Blueberry still had her phone (she realised that much later than she wanted to admit), which meant she had to think of something different.

"-COULD YOU PLEASE NOT PLAY YOUR MUSIC WHERE IT WILL WAKE MY BROTHER?-"

She shook her head, Blue's plea still ringing in her ears. Why did she feel guilty? She shouldn't feel guilty! This was her home and these guys were intruding. She should be thinking about what else she could do to these guys, not...

"-COULD YOU PLEASE NOT PLAY YOUR MUSIC WHERE IT WILL WAKE MY BROTHER?-"

"Okay fine! I won't 'wake' them up." She stood, climbing back to her room. If she couldn't wake them, there was still plenty she could do. She just needed to get a few things first.

~*~

Half an hour later, Y/n found herself back in the bedroom landing vent, looking at the doors and ready to get started.

She didn't have to wait long.

"what the...?"

Sans muffled, confused voice came first, followed by his confused and slightly irritated face as he opened the door, still dressed in his sleeping gear.

"y/n, why did you-?"

*thud*

Sans landed face-first on the carpet, his feet tangled up in fishing line that had been tied around the door's entrance.

"what the....?"

Stretch came out then, looking at his hands in confusion.

Sans rolled his head to the side, "stretch, watch out."

"why?"

He tripped, but as he fell, something weird happened around his body. Before she could even process what she saw, Stretch was standing next to his door.

"really y/n?"

"oh fuckin come on!"

Red's door slammed open, with him storming out and looking pissed. "where is that little-!"

"red, watch your feet."

Red looked from Stretch, down to the door's entrance. He eyed the tripwire before raising one foot to deliberately stand on it.

He looked back up, deep shadows under his eye lights, "okay, now can i kill it?"

Stretch lit up a cigarette in his teeth, using his left hand, "better not red."

"my hands are covered in what had better be glue, there was that stupid song that scared me outta my skin at the crack of dawn and you're still on its side?!" Red's eye flashed red.

Stretch shrugged, "no doubt the intention was to annoy us." He waved the cigarette in his direction, "is it working red?"

Red folded his arms, scowling, "don't even pretend you aren't as pissed off as i am."

Stretch shrugged, looking over at Sans, "why you still on the floor sans?"

"i'm kinda stuck" came his muffled reply.

Red rolled his eye lights, "get up ya lump, ain't no one here is goin’ to help you."

"yea, that sounds like a lot of work. sorry buddy, you're on your own."

Sans sighed heavily, raising himself off the ground, "worth a try." He turned to look at Red, "you're not shocked that she's still doing this red?"

Red growled, "oh, you better believe it." He turned to look at the main vent, "don't worry precious, i'll be getting my revenge soon enough."

Y/n pressed herself to the vent, looking down at Red. "Bring it Gollum", and then left.

"what the fuck is gollum?"

~*~

Overall, she was in a pretty good mood. It started about ten minutes go when she heard Red scream's echoing from the bathroom "why is the hand soap filled with cookin’ oil!?!"

Now she sat in the dining room vent, watching three skeletons slumped in their chairs, sucking different condiments from bottles ( 'Weird, but I can use that.' ). All of them had dark shadows under their eyes, their forms almost disappearing into their different hoodies. Sans was reading a newspaper (or pretending to while taking a nap, she couldn't tell), Stretch was leaning back and staring at the ceiling, sucking on another lollipop that had replaced the cigarette he already had and Red was drumming his fingers, glaring up at her in her air vent.

"how much longer we gotta wait?"

Sans shrugged, "do you want to get started only to stop halfway?"

Red grumbled, narrowing his eyes as he continued to state at her.

*BAM*

"HA, FIRST!"

"ONLY BECAUSE I HAD TO CHECK ON MY CAR. YOU GOT LUCKY THIS TIME."

"YOU BOTH HAVE ABSURDLY LONG LEGS."

"AWW, IS THE BABY-BONES UPSET THAT HE CAN'T KEEP UP WITH THE ADULTS?"

"WE'RE THE SAME AGES!!"

Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge moved into the dining room, barely looking worse for wear.

"how was the jog?"

Papyrus gasped, staring at Sans like he had just seen a ghost (the regular, scary type, not a possible friend one.)

"YOU'RE ALL UP EARLY?!"

"y/n gave us a wakeup call."

"yea, she's got us fallin for her." Red muttered darkly.

Blueberry looked like he was going to say something, only to be overridden by Edge, "GOOD, AT LEAST THAT PEST IS GOOD FOR ONE THING."

Blueberry felt around his outfit, eventually pulling out Y/n's phone. He looked confused but shrugged it off. "Y/N, I HAVE YOUR PHONE."

Red perked up, "y/n's phone?"

The phone was suddenly encased in a red glow and swiftly pulled from Blueberry's hand into Red's waiting grip. With an evil smirk, he fiddled with the phone, doing something that Y/n couldn't see.

"Give that back!", she snapped at him.

Red didn't even look up, "nah."

Sans pushed down his newspaper, "red."

He rolled his eye lights, Red chucked the phone onto the table. Sans picked it up, stood up and made his way over to Y/n.

"UM, Y/N? COULD, COULD I HAVE YOUR NUMBER?"

Sans and Y/n looked to Papyrus, who looked hopeful.

"why?" "Why?"

"I'D LIKE TO STAY IN CONTACT WITH Y/N."

Sans lowered his arms, looking thoroughly confused, "but paps, she lives here, she doesn't go anywhere else. why would you need her number?"

Papyrus looked directly up at Y/n, "I HAVE ALL MY FRIENDS NUMBERS. I'D LIKE TO GET Y/N'S.'"

Blueberry piped up, waving a hand, "OHH, OHHH, ME TOO! Y/N, CAN I PLEASE HAVE YOUR NUMBER ALSO?"

Still thoroughly confused, she absently nodded. The two skeletons beamed as Sans handed her phone to them, watching them add their names to her phone.

"THERE, GOT IT! THANKS Y/N!", Blueberry bounded over to the vent, pushing the phone through the bars using his magic. She placed the phone into her backpack, still confused.

He clapped his hands, "NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSES ME, I'M OFF TO COOK THE GREATEST BREAKFAST EVER WITH Y/N", before dashing towards the kitchen. Papyrus and Edge also moved out of the room, heading towards the stairs.

"this'll be just great.", sarcasm dripping off Red's tone. "a perfect fuckin start to a mornin’.'"

Stretch narrowed his eye lights, "watch it red, or would you rather our brothers went back to how they use to cook, back to edge and his old lasagna for every meal?"

The last Y/n saw of the room as she made her way to the kitchen was Red starting to sweat red again while Sans chuckled behind his newspaper.

~*~

Blueberry was literally jumping in joy, unable to stand in one place as he buzzed with raw enthusiasm. When he heard Y/n make her approach to the kitchen vent, he bounded over with literal stars in his eyes.

"Y/N!"

"Okay, I'm here. What do you want to cook?"

"I GET TO CHOOSE?!"

She laughed, "You sure do, unless you want me to make a recommendation?"

Blueberry paused in mid-bounce. "I-"

"hey bro."

Stretch wandered in, sitting down and slumping onto the smaller kitchen table.

"PAPPY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"came to watch bro. Wanted to see the master chef and his little apprentice in action" he lazily winked.

Blueberry puffed out his chest, "OF COURSE! WHEN THE MAGNIFICENT SA- AH BLUEBERRY IS COOKING, IT'S A SIGHT TO BEHOLD, MWEH HEH HEH!" He turned to look back at Y/n, "I WANT TO COOK A BREAKFAST BUFFET! WITH WAFFLES, PANCAKES, OMELETTES, EGGS, SAUSAGES, BACON, FRENCH TOAST AND ALL OF IT COVERED IN GLITTER TO TOP IT OFF!!"

She gulped, "er, Blue? That's a lot for one person to handle by themselves."

"BUT NOT FOR THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY! DON'T WORRY Y/N, I CAN HANDLE IT."

"No."

He stopped posing, his expression falling into confusion, "NO?"

She nodded, "You can't cook those together if you haven't done them separately." She raised her hands as his shoulders fell, "I can teach you how to make all of those things first, over time, then you can try the buffet thing."

"OKAY Y/N." Blueberry refused to look her in the eyes, still looking at the floor.

Y/n sighed, looking passed Blueberry to see Stretch staring at her, and she felt her soul still. He hadn't come even close to looking like that this morning. "H-hey Blueberry, how about we start with my favourite pancake recipe and we'll see what we can do about turning them into a rainbow stack?"

Blueberry's head snapped back up, his smile back, "RAINBOW STACK?! PANCAKES CAN COME IN DIFFERENT COLOURS?!"

"They sure can", she chuckled. "Ready to get going?"

Blueberry raised his fists into a fighting stance, "WHERE DO WE START?"

~*~

She was sitting on the kitchen bench right under the vent, surrounded by different containers, empty mixing bowls and an assortment of ingredients. The only thing that was missing (and would continue to be missing if she actually wanted to eat anything Blueberry ever cooked) was the arts and craft supply, glitter.

"BUT NAPSTABLOOK-"

"And I say, 'humans don't use glitter in their cooking'. Did you want to learn how to cook human style or not?"

Blueberry pouted but continued to stir the batter with the speed of a souped-up blender.

"Blueberry! Slowly, remember?"

He rolled his eye lights but did slow down, making it seem like doing so was the most painful thing he had ever been through.

Stretch chuckled again. He'd been chuckling the entire times, often right after Y/n gave Blue instructions and he argued with her. Blue had even argued that he didn't argue, much to Y/n frustration and Stretch's great amusement.

"ARE YOU SURE IT'S THREE RED DROPS AND ONLY ONE BLUE?"

"That's what it says right here", Y/n pointed to the back of the food colouring packet, rolling her eyes now.

Stretch chuckles escalated into a snort. Y/n glared at him, seeing him reclining in his seat and laughing at her! Something about her ticked off expression must have been comedy gold for him, because suddenly he was outright laughing. She crossed her arms, unamused.

"BROTHER, REALLY?"

Y/n looked across to Blueberry, seeing him in the exact pose as she was, arms crossed and wearing an unamused expression. Stretch must have noticed too because his laughter only escalated.

"everything alright in here?"

Sans had stuck his head in the kitchen, looking between a chortling Stretch and the unamused cooks glowering at him.

Stretch, unable to talk, nodded, waving Sans off. With a shrug, he left.

Blueberry huffed and turned back to his pancakes, the last one still cooking. Next to him were the efforts of his labours, six piles of different coloured pancakes ready to go.

Y/n also turned away from Stretch, ignoring him and his chortles, "I think they turned out pretty well and hey-", she suddenly realised, "-next time you're at the store, you could buy blueberries and we could make Blueberry pancakes!"

She gestured at Blueberry, expecting him to become overjoyed that he could literally make something named after him. Instead, he smiled, shaking his head, "ACTUALLY, I PREFER CHOCOLATE CHIPS AND OTHER SWEET THINGS LIKE THAT." He gasped, "Y/N! YOU WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO KNOW ANY SWEETER RECIPES THAN THIS, WOULD YOU?!"

"Um-"

"hey bro? I wouldn't do that. you know how edge gets when he's forced to eat sweet meals."

Y/n looked in disbelief at Stretch, who had stopped laughing and was looking really nervous for some reason. Granted, she hadn't known the family long, but she really doubted that a concern of Edge's preferences was the true reason.

Blueberry looked over at Y/n, a reply ready to go, but he seemed to lose his track of thought as he stared at her.

"I REALLY MADE A BIG MESS, DIDN'T I?"

Y/n looked around her and the small town of dishes he had made, before eyeing him, "I think most of it ended up on your clothes actually."

To be honest, it was very hard to tell. Since his jog, he was still wearing his neon exercise outfit and the splash of random coloured pancake batter was barely visible against the colourful backdrop.

Blueberry looked down at his outfit, before looking back at her, "YOUR SKIN IS A DIFFERENT COLOUR THIS TIME THOUGH. NOW IT'S BLUE."

"different?"

Blueberry nodded, looking back at his brother while Y/n buried her face.

"THIS MORNING, SHE TURNED A BRIGHT RED AND WOULDN'T TELL ME WHY WHEN I ASKED."

Stretch's smirk became outright mischief, "bro, humans do that when they get embarrassed."

"OH, BUT WHAT WAS SHE EMBARRASSED ABOUT?"

"i don't know", he looked over to her glowing  red expression, "what were you embarrassed about y/n?"

She threw her hands up in the air, turning to climb up to the vent, "Okay! That it, I'm out!"

"*GASP*, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT SHE SAID THIS MORNING!"

Stretch laughed, holding his sides while Y/n struggled to climb while hiding her face.

"Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? DON'T YOU WANT SOME PANCAKES?"

Y/n looked back from the vent to Blueberry holding the saucer plate with different coloured pancake pieces covered in maple syrup.

"That's something we can agree upon," she said as she reached for them.

Blueberry pulled the plate away, waggling his finger with a mischievous grin, "IN THE MONSTER HOUSE, WE EAT AT THE TABLE."

She stood back shocked before she crossed her arms, her mood soured, "Technically this is my house."

There was a moment where they stared at each other, before Blueberry pushed the dish towards Y/n.

"I'M SORRY Y/N. I WAS JUST TEASING", he mumbled.

"You could try asking you know."

He perked up, "Y/N, WILL YOU COME AND EAT WITH US PLEASE?"

"No."

"OH, OKAY." She expected him to look dejected. Instead, he looked invigorated, like she was just one more opponent of his path to greatness, "BUT I WON'T STOP ASKING. YOU'LL SAY YES ONE DAY!"

With a nod, he turned to carry four of the plates out into the dining room, balancing them on his arms while walking very carefully.

Stretch followed his brother, carrying the remaining two with glowing orange magic.

As he exited the kitchen, he turned and winked at her, "see ya around y/n."

Y/n muttered angrily, looking down at her plate. Shrugging off her feelings, she dived in. Just as she grabbed a piece, she heard "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" coming from the dining room.

Chuckling, she abandoned her plate to crawl back through the ventilation system. No way she was going to miss the sight of Edge eating rainbow pancakes.

~*~

In truth, Edge and Red had equally hilarious reactions. Both had sullenly stared in disbelief at the colourful food stacked on their plates, both of them had glowered when the others had either chucked or enquired what was wrong.

She couldn’t help but laugh at their expressions either, which didn't go over well with Edge.

"THE PEST DARES TO LAUGH AT ME?!"

Red, however, simply summoned multiple red bones to block the vent's view, effectively ending her show. With no over reason to stay, she returned to her own coloured food, still quite chuffed with her new favourite mental image while she ate.

Looking out into the kitchen through the vent, she saw just how extensive the mess Blueberry had made was. It was in this way that she reminded about the existence of the food dye, the ultimate pranking tool!

Abandoning her breakfast for the second time, she quickly pushed through the vent bars, dropping to the floor. Looking around, hoping no one would just randomly walk in, she stuffed the whole kit into her bag, then returned to finally enjoy her colourful breakfast.

After a while, each skeleton brought in their dishes, placing them near the pile of multiple mixing bowls, just under her vent. As each one neared vent, they responded differently to see her sitting in the vent and finishing off her breakfast.

Edge dumped his dishes, none-too gently, before strolling out as quickly as he had come, with a distant door slam coming from the backyard. Likewise, Red dropped his plates from a greater height than necessary, but he had stood there staring at her as she ate. When she raised an eyebrow, he chuckled, flipped her the bird and left. Sans gave a lazy wink, a bad pun about dishes ("dishes was a very good meal, thanks kid") and walked out with a lazy jaunt, hands in his hoodie. Stretch had walked in leaning back but leant forward to look her over, like she was an exotic pet or something. When she flipped him off, he blew a puff of air at her, shocking her with the knowledge that skeletons could actually do that. She must have been making a funny face because he was still chuckling as he left. Papyrus and Blueberry brought in the last of the dishes. Both had waved at her, with Papyrus being the one who collected her plate while Blueberry started to wash the mountain of dirty dishes he had managed to create. Papyrus helped to dry, and between their energy and enthusiasm, they were much done sooner than she could have guessed.

"READY TO GET STARTED ON THE OUTSIDE?"

Blueberry took a look at the state of his clothing, "LET ME JUST QUICKLY CHANGE AND I'LL BE OUT THERE IN A SECOND."

He disappeared up the stairs.

Papyrus turned to look at her, "Y/N, DO YOU WANT TO COME OUTSIDE? I'VE HEARD FRESH AIR IS REALLY GOOD FOR HUMANS, AND I SHOULD KNOW, SEEING AS HOW I'M THE HUMAN EXPERT."

She smiled, "It's okay Papyrus, I've got things I need to do." She chuckled evilly.

Papyrus either didn't notice or didn't get the reference, "STAYING ACTIVE I SEE. GOOD FOR YOU! MAYBE YOU'LL BE A GOOD INFLUENCE ON OUR BROTHERS AFTER ALL. IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE OUTSIDE."

With a backwards wave, he ran to join Edge in the backyard.

Y/n quickly climbed back up to her room, digging through her things.

"Where is it? I wouldn't have thrown it- ah ha!"

'Now, where is the nearest water faucet?'

~*~

By the time she had safety glided to the top of the workshop, Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge were all standing outside, looking at the yard and loudly debating the best course of action.

"WE PROBABLY NEED TO START WITH THE LAWN! IT'S SO OVERGROWN YOU CAN HARDLY SEE THE GROUND!"

"SHOULDN'T WE START WITH WHAT ACTIVITIES WE'RE GOING TO DO AND WHAT EQUIPMENT WE'RE GOING TO NEED?"

"IDIOT! HOW CAN WE DO THAT IF WE CAN'T SEE HOW MUCH SPACE WE HAVE?"

"HAS ANYONE ASKED Y/N IF THIS IS OKAY?"

"ASK THAT PEST FOR PERMISSION? HAVE YOU NO RESPECT AS A MONSTER?!" Edge waved his arms in exasperation, "HOW THE HELL HAS NO ONE DUST-"

*Squirt*

"WHAT THE?" Edge touched the back of his skull, his gloves coming away green from the food colouring he could feel dripping down the back of his neck.

*Squirt*

Edge spun around, wisps of red curling around his clenched fists, his eye wildly searching for her hiding place.

"ARE YOU SPRAYING ME PEST?! YOU DARE-?!"

*Squirt*, right in the eye socket.

Edge's face exploded in colour, both from the green food colouring dripping and his red blazing eyes.

"EAT DEATH!!!"

With Edge's raised hand, pointed red bones sprung out from the workshop's roof, narrowly missing her. With a start, she abandoned the context of secrecy, running towards the left of the building, where the tallest grass was.

Edge raised hand after hand, red bones springing left and right of Y/n, as she narrowly dodged death, pelting for the roof's ledge.

"DIE DIE DI- GET OFF ME, YOU IDIOTS!!"

From the corner of her eye, she saw Papyrus and Blueberry leap and grab Edge, wrestling with him. Unfortunately, it distracted her from dodging. With a cry, she felt sharp pain scrape her side before she threw herself off the roof.

"THAT'S IT!!"

Edge threw off Papyrus and Blueberry, running towards the garden shed and disappearing inside.

"Y/N!!" "Y/N!!'"

Papyrus and Blueberry came pelting over, fear in their eyes. They desperately searched the area, moving their hands through the grass.

"Y/N, WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! CAN'T YOU SEE-!"

*Squirt*

Blueberry pulled back, green food dye dripping from the side of his head.

Papyrus sat back, staring flabbergasted at a shocked Blueberry, "REALLY Y/N!? THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT! YOU'RE IN GRAVE-!"

*Squirt*

"Y/N!" "Y/N!"

She laughed, "Will you guys relax? He's not going to get me okay?" She heard the telltale sound of metal crashing and getting pushed around violently. "In fact, I think I'm about to help with the chores."

They looked confused, shocked and dripping green.

She sighed, "just hang around and you'll see what I mean. And hey, you might want to move."

With that, she dashed in another direction.

*WHIR-WHIRRRR-WHIRUMMM*

Edge came blazing out of the shed, pushing the old lawnmower and aiming it directly at where Papyrus and Blueberry were still kneeling. They quickly scrambled out of the way as Edge drove the mower towards them, meticulously mowing the whole area, his eyes peeled for anything that moved in the grass and was coming out of the mower's sides. After a time and an impressively large area had been mowed, he seemed had calmed down as his pacing slowed down to a halt.

That's when Y/n popped up.

*Squirt*

Edge turned sharply, red blazing eyes. With a raised hand, he encircled the large area around Y/n's last squirt attack in pointed red bones.

"YOU WON'T ESCAPE ME VERMIN!!"

He moved the mower towards the enclosed circle, lowering it long enough to push it inside before raising it again. Once again, he mowed the entire area, paying close attention to the grass, to the mower and what was coming out of the sides of the mower. Not so much to the back of his heels, where Y/n clung to one of his knee-high boots. Once she managed to climb high enough, she simply waited for Edge to move close to the circle and hop over.

When Edge had managed to mow the entire enclosed circle and was picking through the area, looking for any hints that he had managed to get her, Y/n popped up somewhere else and squirted Edge once again. The cycle continued to repeat itself while Papyrus and Blueberry watched from the porch with cold drinks, discussing which dragon they would have and why.

Right now, Y/n was hiding in the garden and looking at a backyard effectively mowed down, with a mostly-green, seething skeleton. Edge was breathing heavily, his eyes wildly scanning the whole area.

"I KNOW YOU'RE STILL OUT THERE!"

He spun around, "COME OUT AND FACE ME!!"

When she didn't spring out and meet him ( 'Cause I'm not an idiot...okay, but I'm not suicidal.' ), Edge stormed towards the house, pushing past Papyrus and Blueberry and slamming the door shut behind him.

Papyrus and Blueberry shared a concerned look before standing up and moving to the middle of the yard.

"Y/N? Y/N ARE YOU OK?"

"HE'S GONE NOW, IT'S SAFE TO COME OUT."

Y/n fished placing the band-aid on her side, putting the scraps into her bag to pull another food colouring bottle out.

'Not the red one though, need to save that one.'

"I'm over here guys" she called, putting away the now empty bottle.

Papyrus and Blueberry came rushing over, "Y/N! YOU'RE OK-"

*Squirt*

"Y/N!!", Papyrus yelled, his eyes boggling in opposite directions.

She giggled, "I figured if I could get Edge to mow the lawn, I could get you guys to water the garden."

Papyrus stood off to the side; staring at the blue dye dripping onto his gloves, while Blueberry continued to walk into the center, looking for her.

"COME ONE Y/N. THERE ISN'T TIME FO-"

*Squirt*

"Hey Blue, guess who's blue now? Actually, I guess you're more of a Babyblue now."

Blueberry wiped his cheek, staring at the blue water on his blue gloves. He looked at Papyrus, who met his eyes, smiled then nodded.

They stood straight, posing with their capes flapping in the wind, "OKAY Y/N! PREPARE YOURSELF!"

"NYEH HEH HEH! YOU'VE JUST INCURRED THE WRATH OF THE TWO GREATEST GUARDS-"

*Squirt*

*Squirt*

They tore off, "I BAGS THE HOSE!"

"I'LL GET THE BUCKETS!"

~*~

Y/n was soaked, thoroughly waterlogged and loving it. It had been one hell of a water battle, but she liked to think she'd won. See, while Papyrus and Blueberry (now Babyblue, much to his displeasure) worked great as a team, they were playing in her territory. This wasn't the first time she had dodged someone using this garden to confuse and bamboozle her hunters. She knew this garden like the back of her hand, allowing her to pop up, squirt and disappear before either Papyrus or Blueberry could spot her.

Of course, what they lacked in knowledge, great aim and timing, they made up with raw water power and coordinated attacks. At first, Papyrus and Blueberry had only aimed when they were certain they knew where she was, but as they became less white and more blue skeletons, they changed tactics. Blueberry would use the hose to spray a wide area while Papyrus waited with a full bucket, listening for Y/n's shrieks as she got getting hit by Blue's wide water spray. That was when he would rush in and dump the bucket on the area her shrieks had come from, which was followed by gurgling sounds as she experienced a miniature waterfall hitting her. She wasn't proud to admit that they got her more than once doing that.

On the plus side however, turns out bones stained as easily as human skin. So while she was soaked, at least she wasn't dyed blue like they were.

Y/n looked over to Papyrus and Blueberry who were sprawled out on the grass next to her, drying in the sun. Both had dumped themselves where they lay after she called a timeout.

"WHY?"

"Because I'm currently sinking in the dirt! The ground is so soaked I'm in danger turning into a mole person."

They didn't get the reference, but they did agree to a temporary truce.

She looked back at the garden, well watered and glistening in the sunlight. It was just another chore she couldn't do by herself and one that Sara often didn't do. Now, perhaps, she wouldn't have to helplessly watch as the plants became dehydrated and she had to worry that any would die, leaving her in a position of being unable to replace them because she was small and everything-

"PAPYRUS, SHOULDN'T YOU BE STARTING LUNCH BY NOW?"

Y/n was brought out of her thought to see Papyrus spring up, grasping his head in his hands, "GOSH, YOU'RE RIGHT!" He spun around, looking down at her, "Y/N! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" he bent and offered his hand, "QUICKLY Y/N, I'LL CARRY YOU."

She put her hands up, shaking her head, "No thanks, I'll meet you there."

Papyrus withdrew his hand, looking confused and hurt. Blueberry piped up, "THEN HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET BACK?"

She shrugged, "eh, I'll walk back."

Blueberry gasped, "UNACCEPTABLE! YOU CAN'T WALK ALL THE WAY BACK SOAKING!" He brought his fists up in excitement, "WE SHOULD CARRY YOU!"

"No!"

Y/n looked away from his hurt expression, regretting her harshness, if not the answer. "It's fine Blue, really it is. I'm used to walking by now."

"BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO! WHAT IF EDGE COMES BACK? YOU'LL GET BACK SO MUCH QUICKER THAN WALKING AND PLUS, WE'LL KEEP YOU SAFE."

"YOU'LL BE FINE WITH US!"

"YOU CAN EVEN HIDE UNDER MY BANDANA! NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW YOU'RE THERE!"

They waited for her answer, but she didn't immediately have one. It made logical sense to have them carry her and her side was still a raw wound that she didn't want to drag through the grass if she didn't have to. However, she feared placing herself in that position. She had walked miles on foot after the court ruling because she couldn't trust anyone not to grab her and forcibly remove her from her home. What if they were lying too? They probably were lying.

But these guys had been nothing but honest with her, going as far as to tackle Edge for her. She would know, wouldn't she, if these guys couldn't be trusted? She didn't have that same gut feeling she had with Sara and many nameless humans who had promised to 'help' her.

However, it's only been two days since she met them, that couldn't possibly be enough time to trust them. What if they were just waiting, playing nice to lure her out so that they could get her house? She had just spent the past moments spraying them blue. She wouldn't trust her, why would they? The only answer was that this was them about to get revenge, probably grab her and dump her in a paint can or something.

"Y/N, TRUST US. PLEASE."

'The question is; do I trust them?'

She found herself saying, "Yes."

Before Papyrus or Blueberry had a chance to express their joy, she raised her hand, "But there are a few, very strict conditions and you both must swear to keep every one of them."

They nodded, serious.

She held up a finger, "Firstly, no one can know where I am. Not your brothers, not the edgy duo."

They nodded.

She held up a second finger, "This is a one time thing only. You're taking me to the kitchen vent once."

Papyrus nodded.  Blueberry looked like he wanted to argue, till he saw the look she was giving him, then he quickly nodded too.

She held up a third finger, "And you must follow all of my instructions. If I say run, you run away. Understand?"

"YES""YES"

She sighed, "Okay then." Looking between the two, she considered her options. "I think it makes more sense for Papyrus to carry me, as we have cooking lesson soon." 'And it'll also give me a higher advantage point, always a plus.'

"AWWW! NO FAIR!" Blueberry looked away, "IT'S BECAUSE I'M SHORT, ISN'T?"

Honestly, it was a part of it, and she thought about lying to him. In this case, however, she didn't have to, "Blue, if it was you're cooking lesson, you'd be carrying me."

He snapped his attention to Papyrus, "PAPYRUS, CAN WE SWITCH-?"

"SORRY BLUE, IT'S MY TURN."His tone was polite, but there was definitely a hint of victory to that smile.

While Blueberry grumbled something about rigged systems against him, Papyrus knelt before Y/n, offering an outstretched hand.

Y/n looked at the hand for a while before slowly moving towards it. Gently, she placed a hand on his thumb, her head shooting up to engage his reaction. He merely smiled back. With a sigh, she stepped onto his hand, nearly tripping over her wobbly legs and high strung nerves. Every instinct was telling her this was stupid, that she was about to be captured and taken-

"Y/N."

She flinched, looking up in fear. Papyrus smile grew softer, understanding and concern in his eyes.

"You're ok Y/n. You're safe."

If she wasn't close to a panic attack, Papyrus talking in a normal voice probably would have shocked her stunned. As it was, it gave her limbs enough strength to bring her more securely on his hand.

Papyrus looked down at her reassuringly, slowly rising to his feet. Once he was standing, he brought his hand to his shoulder. Y/n quickly jumped off, making her way as quickly to his scarf as fast as she could. Once she was there, she dived in and arranged the folds in such a way so she could still see out. The moment she was covered, she felt instantly better.

Papyrus giggled, his shoulder moving under Y/n touch, "SHE TICKLES!"

Blueberry looked away from Papyrus, huffing, "AWW, YOU'RE SO LUCKY." He turned to look pointedly at Y/n, "DON'T WORRY Y/N, I'LL PROTECT YOU."

He moved to the front, his walking taking on a marching quality.

When they reached the house, Blueberry ran ahead checked every room before reporting back. "NO ONE'S ON THE GROUND FLOOR. I COULD HEAR EDGE IS IN THE SHOWER AND OUR BROTHERS ARE DOWNSTAIRS WORKING."

"WE PROBABLY NEEDED TO MAKE SURE. GO CHECK THE BATHROOM AND, IF YOU COULD, BRING BACK A SMALL TOWEL FOR Y/N."

Blueberry nodded, "YOU CAN COUNT ON ME", before running off to the bathrooms.

Papyrus cautiously walked inside, his head whipping from side to side as he walked over to the kitchen. "Y/N, ARE YOU OKAY IN-?"

The door leading to the basement opened up and Stretch came walking out, rolling a lollipop between his teeth. He paused when he saw Papyrus, frozen in mid-stride, and raised a non-existent eyebrow at his blue-splashed outfit and bones.

"why so blue?"

"I'M NOT BLUE."

Y/n gave herself a mental facepalm.

Stretch stared at Papyrus, who stood there ramrod stiff, his eye darting wildly over the place. "papyrus, you're dyed blue. what happened?"

Papyrus continued to stand there, his eyes continually returning to the windows, like he was seriously thinking about jumping out of them or something.

"Say something" she urgently whispered to Papyrus.

"Y/N SPRAYED US WITH A WATER GUN THAT WAS FILLED WITH BLUE DYE."

"what?" "What?!"

Papyrus rushed ahead, "WE WERE HAVING A WATER FIGHT WITH Y/N AFTER SHE WAS HAD ONE WITH EDGE (WHICH WAS MORE OF A WAR THAN A FIGHT)."

There was a long stretch of silence as Papyrus and Stretch stared at each other, while Y/n was seriously rethinking some life decisions.

Stretch broke out in a smile, chuckling softly, "where is she now?"

Papyrus definitely took a step towards the back windows just then.

Stretch shrugged, "never mind, why don't you go for a shower?"

"PAPYRUS!" Blueberry rushed from the bathroom direction, "EDGE IS DEFIANTLY IN THE SHOWER AND I'VE GOT THAT TOWEL FOR-." He stopped dead when he saw Stretch, one hand still raised in the air holding a face cloth.

"what's the face cloth for babyblue?"

Blueberry immediately started to twist the cloth with his hands, looking everywhere but his brother, "IT'S, UM, IT'S FOR, UM...."

"Lie" Y/n whispered, clarifying this time.

"IT'S FOR ME!", Papyrus blurted out.

Blueberry and Stretch turned to face Papyrus, who immediately started to sweat.

"I, ER, NEED IT. TO, UM...TOOOO WIPE OFF ALL THIS BLUE! YES THAT'S IT!"

Y/n gave herself another mental facepalm.

Stretch chuckled, "then why did you ask for a facecloth? why not a bigger towel?"

"BECAUSE I ONLY NEED IT TILL I GET INTO THE SHOWER."

"isn't edge in there?"

"SO HE IS...WHICH IS, UM.. AH! WHICH IS WHY I ASKED FOR THIS FACECLOTH!"

"but it doesn't explain why you didn't ask for a proper towel."

There was a pause.

"THIS IS ALL I NEED?"

*Mental facepalm*

Stretch and Blueberry continued to stare, with Blueberry still looking flabbergasted and Stretch with a shit-eating grin.

Papyrus suddenly clapped his hands together, "WELL, I BEST BE OFF FOR MY COOKING LESSON! BYE EVERYBODY!"

Blueberry started, snapping out of whatever had kept him silent during this train wreck, "YES! I ALSO NEED TO GO FOR A BATH...WHICH IS OCCUPIED SO I WILL JUST BE STANDING THERE DOING NOTHING FOR A REALLY LONG, BORING TIME."

"guys."

Papyrus and Blueberry froze one step towards their destinations.

"before you go cook lunch and get washed up, i'd like a photo of you together."

"WHY?" "WHY?"

Stretch smiled, "i just wanted to take a commemorative photo of your first water fight here."

Papyrus and Blueberry very slowly turned to look at each other.

"SURE... I CAN SEE NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. CAN YOU BLUEBERRY?"

"....OF COURSE NOT PAPYRUS. THAT IS A PERFECTLY NORMAL REQUEST THAT WOULD BE REALLY WEIRD TO REFUSE."

Y/n was slowing giving herself a mental headache with all the mental facepalms she was doing. These guys couldn't act to save their lives! How did she ever believe they were capable of deception?!

Stretch chuckled, pulling out his phone. As Papyrus and Blueberry moved awkwardly together, Y/n was thinking that, at this point, Stretch almost certainly knew all about her.

"ready? on the count of 3. 1, 2-"

'Screw it.'

"-3."

She popped out while sticking out her tongue, just as the flash went off. As quick as she was, she was quicker diving back under Papyrus's scarf.

Stretch looked down at his phone briefly, before he burst out laughing.

"pfft,  perfect!"

"OKAY! GREAT! ....BYE!"

Papyrus fled to the kitchen, leaving behind a confused Blueberry and a chuckling Stretch leaning heavily against the wall.

~*~

Moments later, Papyrus was bent over and breathing heavily in the kitchen.

Y/n patted his shoulder, "Papyrus?"

He stood up abruptly, nearly topping her, "I THINK THAT WENT WELL! I DON'T THINK STRETCH SUSPECTS A THING (WHY WOULD HE, I AM THE MASTER OF DECEPTION AFTER ALL)."

Papyrus handed her the face cloth as he walked over to the vent. She wrapped it around her body as Papyrus offered his hand. Once she was standing on it, he levelled it so she could walk right in the vent. Safety inside, she watched Papyrus turn to gather supplies for lunch.

"Actually Papyrus?"

Papyrus turned back around, curious.

She hesitated. What she wanted to say was thank you. Not just for the towel, but for earlier, when he and Blueberry had tried to stop Edge. For the water fight and helping her get back.

For keeping their promise.

"Can I- do you want...*Cough*." She took a deep breath and tried again, "Would you like me closer to the stove? You know, so I can help you with your technique?"

Papyrus took a long gasp of breath, his eye lights brighten and getting the large the longer he did so "THAT WOULD BE PERFECT!"

She smiled brightly, hopping on Papyrus's hand again as he brought her closer to his cooking bench, "Okay then! Let's see what you remember from yesterday."

~*~

Short answer: not much.

Long answer: how can you not remember any of this! We literally did this just 24 hours ago. Oh no, not again!

At least Papyrus was enthusiastic (even more than yesterday, if such a thing was possible), which continued to make it a fun experience, and she had to be fair; while there was plenty he didn't learn from yesterday, it was still an improvement. From her closer position, she got to share the experience of being covered in pasta sauce, but between the rip on the side of her shirt, her blue and green hands and her still drying clothes, she was past the point of caring. If anything, climbing up the ventilation would be quite interesting, but it continued to be interesting ever since she started eating regular hot meals with her hands.

Right now, she was sitting on the bench, finishing the last of her pasta and keeping a very watchful eye on Edge, who was helping Papyrus dry dishes without looking away from her once. As far as she knew, Blueberry was currently having a shower and their brothers were back working on the 'lab' or whatever that was slang for.

Edge was wearing the sort of regular clothes she had expected to see him in and wearing that regular sharp glare he seemed to reserve specially for her. Now, however, it seemed to have hardened into something more absolute, less death threat and more death promise.

At least he wasn't green anymore.

She didn't say that out loud.

"I THINK WE SHOULD GET STARTED ON MAKING THAT SHOPPING LIST OF SUPPLIES WE'LL NEED FOR TOMORROW."

Edge didn't reply.

"OF COURSE, WE'LL NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT WE WANT IN THE BACKYARD, NOW THAT IT'S BEEN MOWED. THANK YOU FOR DOING THAT BY THE WAY EDGE."

Edge's eyes narrowed.

"AND, OF COURSE, WE'LL NEED TO MAKE SURE IT'S ALL APPROVED BY Y/N!"

Edge's eye twitched.

Y/n coughed, "Papyrus, I'm done with the meal". She offered the plate to him, who happily took it from her.

"HOW WAS IT?"

She smiled up at his eager expression, giving him a big thumb up, "Good! You're definitely improving."

*CRACK*

Y/n and Papyrus turned to see Edge holding two halves of a plate. He looked down at the broken plate for a moment, before dumping it in the bin.

"FINISHED", then he left, heading for the dining room.

Y/n and Papyrus looked at each other, shrugging.

Once Papyrus had washed and dried her plate, he took Y/n with him into the dining room, lifting her to vent. After she slid in and looked back to thank him, she saw the look Edge was giving them from his crossed-armed sitting position at the dining room table. He looked like he was watching two slugs make out on top of his favourite, one-of-a-kind toothbrush.

Papyrus must have seen her expression because as he turned to look at Edge, his smile fell. "IS EVERYTHING OKAY EDGE?

"YES....EVERYTHING IS ABSOLUTELY FINE" Edge said through clenched fangs.

Papyrus nodded, all smiles again, "GOOD!" He gestured at the paper and pencils of the dining table, "HAVE YOU DRAWN A DIAGRAM OF THE BACKYARD YET EDGE?"

Edge rolled his eye lights, "YOU THINK I WOULD JUST SIT HERE DOING NOTHING, WAITING FOR YOU AND YOUR PET TO ARRIVE?"

"I'm not a pet!"

Edge smirked while Papyrus shock off the comment, "OF COURSE NOT EDGE. GOOD JOB!"

Edge ground his teeth.

"OKAY, SO WHAT ARE SOME THINGS WE WANT TO- WAIT, WHERE'S BLUEBERRY?"

"WHAT AM I? HIS BABYSITTER?"

Papyrus stood to leave the room, "I'LL JUST GO AND FIND HIM THEN."

Edge slammed his fist on the desk, "HE'S IN THE SHOWER OKAY?! CAN WE JUST GET THIS OVER WITH!?"

Papyrus sat back down, bring the backyard diagram closer to him, "ALRIGHT THEN. SO, WHAT DO WE WANT TO HAVE?"

Between them, they nominated pull-up bars, a duelling area (Edge insisted it would be called a fighting area), weight lifts area, a climbing wall and a garage to house all their vehicles. Y/n had to knock back the weights idea as, she pointed out, the equipment wouldn't last long exposed to the elements (it took her awhile to explain how the weather rotted things when left out in it). She suggested they simply use heavy things, like tyres or logs, and save the space they would have needed to use to build some sort of shed for the equipment for a different activity instead.

In the end, the pull-bars, duelling area and a climbing wall would be placed in the backyard (spaced out and far away from the garden, the old apple tree, pond and workshop) while an area at the front would be cleared to build the garage.

"WE'LL NEED TO GET SOME TOOLS AND SUPPLIES TO BUILD ALL THIS STUFF. THAT WILL TAKE TIME TO GET."

"You guys can build all this stuff?"

Edge scoffed, looking mildly offended. "OF COURSE WE CAN. IN THE UNDERGROUND, ALL THE TRAPS AND OUR WORKSTATIONS WERE BUILT BY OUR OWN HANDS."

"Oh" she was surprised, but it did make sense. If you didn't have access to stuff, you learned to either make it yourself or do without. Something she could relate to. "Well, you don't need to waste money on tools. You're more than welcome to borrow tools in the workshop."

Blueberry came over then, white again and wearing clean clothes. "BATHROOM'S EMPTY PAPYRUS."

"THANKS BLUEBERRY! I'LL USE IT AFTER WE'VE DONE THIS."

Blueberry nodded, moving to take a seat, "WHAT HAVE WE DECIDED?"

Edge waved a hand in the direction of the labelled diagram, "A BARE BASIC EXERCISE SET UP. IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE AN OBSTACLE COURSE."

"IT DOES HAVE A DUELLING AREA THOUGH."

Blueberry was looking over the diagram, nodding thoughtfully, "IS THAT BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH SPACE AND YOU CAN EASILY MAKE AN OBSTACLE COURSE BY CHANGING THE ORDER OF ACTIVITIES?" he looked up.

The other two nodded.

Blueberry looked back at the diagram, before he nodded once and pushed it away from him, "WELL, I THINK IT'S A GOOD PLAN. IT'LL NEED A FEW THINGS THOUGH. PROBABLY HAVE TO SPEND THE WHOLE DAY SHOPPING AROUND FOR THEM." He looked up eagerly, "Y/N, DO YOU WANT TO COME ALONG TOMORROW?"

She didn't need to think about her answer, "No thanks."

"hey." Red came walking over, a piece of paper held loosely in his hand, "you guys heading out tomorrow?"

"YOU'RE NOT INVITED", Edge snapped.

Red nodded, not looking upset, "we've got a few things we need too.", holding up the paper.

Before Edge could refuse (because it was obvious that was going to be his next words) Blueberry took the paper from him. "OF COURSE!"

Edge scowled.

Papyrus asked, "ARE YOU NEARLY DONE?"

He shrugged, "basically. we'll probably take an easy day tomorrow."

"EVERYDAY OF YOUR MISERABLE LIFE IS AN 'EASY DAY'" Edge growled.

Red shrank a little, rubbing the back of his head.

Blueberry piped up, "YOU KNOW THAT WE WON'T BE HERE TO COOK TOMORROW SO YOU'LL HAVE TO LEFTOVERS TOMORROW?"

Red nodded, looking bored.

"OH AND LOOK AFTER Y/N."

Red paused in mid-nod, "y/n isn't going with you?"

Papyrus nodded, missing the look Red was aiming at her air vent, "WE'VE ASKED HER AND SHE SAYS SHE DOESN'T WANT TO."

Blueberry turned to Red, waggling a finger in his face, "THAT MEANS YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE FOR MAKING SURE SHE GETS HER MEALS. PROPER MEALS, AND THAT THEY'RE ON TIME."

Red knocked aside Blueberry's finger, rolling his eye lights, "yea yea", before aiming a smirk at her.

Y/n didn't like Blue's implications that she was some sort of pet that needed to be looked after, but her main concern was the look Red was giving her.

"THAT MEANS NO KILLING IT RED."

Red looked taken aback (Y/n certainly did a double take at that statement), but then he smirked and nodded, "of course not boss. wouldn't dream of it."

Edge glowered, "GOOD. SEE TO IT THAT YOU REMEMBER THAT." He aimed a point look at Red, who shrank into his hoodie, "I WOULD BE VERY DISAPPOINTED WITH YOU IF I CAME BACK AND IT HAD DIED UNDER YOUR PITIFUL CARE."

"of-of course not boss."

Edge huffed, pushing himself up from the table, "ARE WE DONE YET? I'VE GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO WITH MY TIME THAN TO WASTE IT WITH YOU MOUTH BREATHERS."

When no one objected, he turned to leave, but paused to aiming a look at Y/n, who self concisely shrank back, "I'LL BE SEEING YOU FOR THE COOKING LESSONS, Y/N."

It wasn't a question, but she treated like it was one, "Of course Edge. Wouldn't miss it."

With a scoff, he left, making Y/n feel like that statement was a challenge to her; face me, if you dare too. Well, she wasn't one to back from a challenge or impossible odds (pretty much summing up her situation living here).

"If that's all guys, I'm going to go get cleaned up too."

"OH, Y/N, IF YOU WOULD LIKE THE BATHROOM FIRST, YOU'RE MORE THAN WELCOME TO IT!"

Red had a creepy look come over him, but she ignored him in favour of replying to the offer.

"That's nice of you Papyrus, but I have my own bathroom."

"REALLY!? WHERE?"

She smiled at Blueberry's innocent question then left, climbing back to her room.

When she reached her room, she noticed her phone had an alert or something. Confused, she approached and activated the screen.

THE GREAT PAPYRUS: Y/N! IT'S ME, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, YOU'RE BEST ROOMMATE!! I'M WAITING FOR BREAKFAST WITH EDGE (HE'S NOT TALKING TO ME BUT IT'S STILL NICE HE'S HERE). BLUEBERRY WAS SO EXCITED TO COOK WITH YOU, SO I'M TRYING REALLY HARD TO STAY HERE. BUT IT'S REALLY HARD!

#MISSED CALL from UNKNOWN CALLER @ 10:23AM#

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: HI Y/N! IT'S THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY TEXTING YOU FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!! I CAN HEAR YOU AND PAPYRUS TALKING DOWN THE HALL, BUT I'M STUCK HERE WAITING FOR EDGE TO FINISH WITH HIS SHOWER. DID YOU KNOW HE SINGS IN THE SHOWER?!

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: THE BATHTUB IS GREEN! AND CHECK OUT EDGE'S TOWEL!!

There was an attached photo of a blue Blueberry's selfie looking shocked while pointing to the bathtub with a towel near it, both with very clear indications of green dye leaving a permanent mark.

She had completely forgotten that they had her phone number! She still didn't know why they bothered, let alone when they had a chance to text her or why she was happy about it. She couldn't guess who the unknown caller might be, but she suspected it might be a telemarketer or maybe someone who knew her once. While the world may have forgotten her existences and her very name, the phone still existed and people who had her number with a no name.

She responded to Papyrus and Blueberry texts, changed their names to Burnt Passion and Babyblue with a chuckle, while ignoring the missed call. There was no point in bringing up old ghosts.

'Now, where are my spare clothes?'

~*~

Later on and after she had changed clothes, Y/n made her way to the kitchen for Edge's cooking lesson. When she arrived, she was surprised to find the kitchen empty, considering the grief he had given her when she was late yesterday.

She called out, "Edge? You he-?"

The vent cover was suddenly pulled off by a pointed red glove, immediately followed by the second glove grabbing and ripping her from the safety of the vent. She briefly saw the livid face of Edge before she was tossed to the kitchen bench, her head colliding with the wall. Dazed, she quickly raised herself to make a break for it but was stopped by a sharp red bone at her throat.

She glared up at Edge, who glared back, holding the other end of the bone.

"Do it then."

Edge was silent for a long time, turning his head this way and that, like he was considering where to make the first cut.

"I FOUND BLOOD ON MY BOOTS."

She stared blankly at him, waiting for him to make his point. When he nodded to her side, she looked down to see that the wound had opened up and she was bleeding through the new shirt. She looked back at Edge, expression unchanged. His gaze narrowed.

"YOU ALSO GOT BURNED YESTERDAY, YET YOU DIDN'T MAKE ANY NOISES, DIDN'T ASK FOR HELP FROM THOSE TWO IDIOTS YOU'VE SOMEHOW MANAGED TO CHARM."

"Were you hoping to hear me cry? Is that what you want, to hear me beg for my life?"

Edge pressed the bone closer to her throat and she was sure she could feel blood seeping down her neck. She narrowed her gaze, remaining silent. If she was about to die, she wouldn't die begging for her life, even as her body quivered slightly.

"I HAVEN'T HIDDEN MY INTENTIONS TO HARM YOU. STILL, YOU CAME HERE TONIGHT, AT THE RISK OF YOUR LIFE, FOR A COOKING LESSON?! WHY?"

She looked off to the side, avoiding his stare.

"You think I don't know that you, or anyone else could kill me easily?" she whispered.

She looked up, defiant "I'm not a threat, I'm a nuisance, a pest and that's all I can ever be in this form! I can't stop anyone from taking this place or getting rid of me if they really wanted to." She scoffed, "you're brother said it best, 'just fumigate this place with bug spray'. It's that easy."

She looked directly into Edge's eyes, who looked taken aback, "but I won't go without a fight. You want to take my home? Kill me? Fine, but I didn't make it easy, I didn't give up and I didn't give you the satisfaction of hearing me beg for my life!"

They stared at each other for a long time, Edge using the bone under her chin to force her to look him in the eyes while he searched for something in her hard glare.

After a while, he withdrew the bone.

Y/n's legs gave away under her and she slid down the wall. In disbelief, she stared blankly at Edge, who lowered his head till he was on her eye level.

"YOU, ARE A WORTHY OPPONENT FOR THE TERRIBLE EDGE. ONE WHO DOESN'T BACK DOWN OR MAKE SQUEALING NOISES, BEGGING FOR YOUR MISERABLE LIFE." He smirked, "THAT WILL MAKE BENDING YOU TO MY WILL ALL THE MORE SATISFYING."

He stood back and posed, "WHEN I CAPTURE YOU, WHEN YOU FALL FOR ONE OF MY INGENIOUS TRAPS, YOU WILL LIVE TO REGRET WHAT YOU DID TODAY." He looked back at her, smirking, "...BRIEFLY."

She continued to stare, shocked that she somehow managed to talk her way out of murder.

Edge suddenly clapped his hands, starling her, drawing her attention back to him. He smirked, "SO, ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME MY COOKING LESSON, OR HAS ALL YOUR BRAVERY GONE WITH YOUR SPEECH?"

She laughed in disbelief, "you unbelievable massive jackwagon." She stood up slowly, her legs still wobble, "I'm ready when you are....apprentice."

Edge rolled his eye lights, "I'VE ALREADY MASTERED ONE OF YOUR PITIFUL 'LESSONS'." He turned to the fridge, "LET'S JUST GET THIS OVER WITH ALREADY."

After Y/n watched Edge make dinner, during which he made many of the same mistakes he did yesterday and then proceeded to deny and argue that he made any mistakes at all, after dinner had been served and she had been served a piece by a joyful Blueberry, and after she had cleaned up and the skeleton family headed off for bed, Y/n found herself in her own bed later on when two, very big realisations occurred to her:

 

  1. Edge literally had her in the palm of his hand and had still let her go.
  2. It would be many months before she could look him in the eye and not see the tiniest bit of green on his eye socket bones.

 

Next chapter is called: Bonedries

Chapter Text

Y/n held her breath, her red-stained hands shaking slightly from exhaustion, tension and concentration. It was vital that she get this just right, but she had already been up for the past 2 hours and her arms were getting tired. Desperate, she looked over at the alarm clock on the nearby nightstand.

7:56 am, she didn't have much time left.

She felt another deep rumble from under her feet as the ground beneath her moved, her legs and arms wobbling as she struggled to maintain her balance. With a start, she looked at Red's sleeping face, his closed eyelids that continued to twitch as his eye lights scanned over whatever he was dreaming about. She sighed, relief washing over her. It would be a shame to have to leave without putting on the final touches.

With a final stroke, she pulled back the red lipstick, admiring her hard work. What she wouldn't give to be able to take a photo, but, alas, there was no way of doing that without the risk of waking him up.

Carefully tucking the lipstick under her arm, Y/n walked slowly back the way she had come, over Red's chest to slide down his bed covers. Out of the three brothers she had visited, Red probably slept the wildest, his bed sheets twisted around his body that made climbing up to his face a challenge.

Just as she made her way off the bed and was hanging from the sheets, the alarm clock sounded. There was a flurry of movement from Red, while she desperately clung to a sheet the thrashed with his movements before there was silence and he settled back to sleep.

Breathing heavily, Y/n careful continued to slide down the sheet. Normally, she would have just dropped, but with Red just recently awake, there was a good chance he'd hear her land.

Once her feet were safely on the ground and the lipstick had been properly put away, she made for the vent. She had barely made it halfway there, however, when there came a knock at Red's door, followed by Stretch's sleep strained voice, "come on red, they'll be back soon. met ya downstairs."

Red cursed and flung off his bed sheet to the floor, inevitably trapping Y/n beneath them. Crouching low and with no way to see beyond a few inches in front of her nose, she had to rely on hearing where Red was and luck.

Red's first footstep skimmed her left side, crushing her left hand. As her eyes watered up, she bitterly realised that she should have known better than to trust luck. Once Red stood up and moved elsewhere in his room, she pulled her crushed hand and fingers to her chest, trying to keep from swearing.

For whatever reason, Red reached his door, only to curse and come back, narrowly missing her for a second, third and fourth time. To Y/n, it felt like Red was tap dancing above her and she grew more panicked with every near miss.

Abandoning the need for secrecy, she began to fight and push the sheet, trying desperately to find an edge.

"what the hell..?"

The sheets were suddenly ripped off and cast to the side, exposing her to Red's confused stare.

Before he had a chance to do or say anything, she bolted for the vent, sliding past the bars and ran away. Whatever Red had been about to do or say could stay in that room; she wasn't coming back to find out what it was.

~*~

Y/n made her way to the dining room, guessing that's where Sans and Stretch would be, eager to see her latest artworks. Sure enough, Sans was reading behind another newspaper and Stretch was slumped over on the table, his head buried in his arms.

"anyone know why y/n was up in my room?"

Red soon entered the dining room, looking intently at her vent.

Stretch lifted his head a few inches and shrugged, "maybe she- pfffft! never mind, i figured it out."

Red turned his glare from the vent to Stretch who was visibly laughing at him. Whatever comment he had been about to make dies as he stares at Stretch.

"why are you wearin clown makeup?"

Stretch stop laughing to feel his own face, his phalanges coming away stained with red lipstick. He chuckled again while looking at Sans's, who had put down his newspaper by then.

"think i got the best of it. looks like y/n's been busy."

Red looked between Sans's hairy monobrow and missing teeth, to Stretch and his red nose, lips and cheeks, before making his way over to the table.

"what she done to my face?" he quietly growled, sitting down.

Sans and Stretch snickered, looking away from Red's death glare.

Sans collected himself first, "hey there good looking, nice ruby lips. red is definitely your colour."

"yea, and you're eyelashes really bring out your eyes."

Red cursed, rubbing his hands over his skull. Unfortunately (for him, not anyone else's enjoyment through), all he managed to do was spread and smear the effect, making it look like he had applied the makeup with his left hand. Sans's and Stretch's snickers quickly turned into full-blown fits of laughter as Y/n joined them. Red gripped the table, fuming as an eye light began to change into red flames. It's in this state that Papyrus, Edge and Blueberry return from their morning jog, to see their three brothers in various forms of graffiti and laughter.

"SANS, WHAT HAPPENED!?"

Papyrus came rushing over, grabbing Sans and lifting him in the air for a hug.

"ARE YOU OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR TEETH?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" He dropped Sans to the floor as he fell to his knees, "I'VE BEEN A BAD BROTHER! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE TO PROTECT YOU!!"

Sans picked himself off the floor and walked over to place a hand on Papyrus's back, "bro i'm okay. it's just lipstick... i think."

"LIPSTICK?" Papyrus pushed himself off the ground, glaring at Sans, "WHY WOULD YOU PUT LIPSTICK ON YOUR FACE?! AND SUCH A POOR JOB OF IT TOO!"

Sans smile grew, posing with his head as he turned it from side to side, "how do i look? did y/n do a good job?"

"NO! YOU LOOK LIKE AN UNWASHED CAVE MAN WITH BAD TEETH!" Papyrus turned to look at Y/n, who was happily watching the free show, "YOU DECLINED OUR INVITATION FOR A JOG TO GIVE OUR BROTHERS A MAKEOVER?"

Blueberry huffed, "AT LEAST YOUR BROTHER DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A CLOWN."

Stretch grinned, "i thought it was a nice jester , but now i feel funny."

Blueberry threw his arms up into the air, "SEE?! THERE'LL BE NO STOPPING THE CLOWN PUNS NOW!"

"looks like someone's funny bone is broken."

"ARRGGGH!"

While Blueberry walked out of the room exasperated, with Stretch following him out ("i jest , of course, that was too trapezey " "OH MY GOD, STOP!"), Edge walked over to Red, smirking down at his still fuming form.

"YOU LOOK LIKE THE HOOKER NO ONE WANTED."

Red snarled, "i didn't fuckin do this to myself!"

"WATCH YOUR TONE WHELP!"

Red settled back into his chair, the table creaking beneath his clenched fists.

Sans chuckled.

Red slammed his hands onto the table, pointing a threatening finger in his direction, "keep laughin sans and i'll knock your teeth out for real!"

Papyrus stuck his hands out in alarm, "WHOA NOW! EVERYBODY NEEDS TO CALM DOWN."

"SINCE WHEN DO WE LISTEN TO YOU?!"

"I WASN'T-"

"Stop it!" All the skeleton eye lights in the room focused on Y/n, who was pressing herself against the vent's bars. "You're supposed to be fighting me, not each other!" She snapped.

The impulse to stop them fighting happened before she realised what she was doing. At first, it had been funny, watching the brothers annoy each other (her favourite part was Blue leaving with Stretch following him out), but then it suddenly wasn't funny. She had hated seeing them arguing like that.

'I did? Huh, when did that happen?'

Still somewhat confused by her impulse, she looked around the room to see Edge and Papyrus frozen in mid-argument while Red settled back into his chair, looking up at her in disbelieving anger. Sans narrowed his eyes at her, "does seeing us fight make you upset?" he asked bluntly.

She simply stared back, completely at a loss for words. 'What the hell is even my answer to that?'

Luckily, she was saved from answering when Blueberry came back in, Stretch still trailing after him, "ENOUGH PAPYRUS! IT ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE!"

There was a gasp around the room as every single eye light, again, focused on Y/n, who was even more confused now. She looked over at Papyrus across the room from Blueberry, "What did Papyrus do?"

Papyrus and Blueberry exchanged a look like they had just broken mum's favourite vase and they could hear her coming.

Stretch shrugged, placing a hand on Blueberry's head, "nothing kid. he just said the wrong name is all."

"UM, YES! THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED!" Blueberry exclaimed while Papyrus eagerly nodded in the background.

She could understand how, especial during high emotions, one could blurt out the wrong name...and Stretch and Papyrus did sort of look similar. Yet, why did Papyrus and Blueberry look so awkward? Almost like they had yesterday, when-

"y/n?"

She was startled out of her thought process as Stretch approached her vent, tapping the make-up  around his nose hole "guess who nose what's happening today?"

She smiled, shrugging, "who nose."

"NO Y/N! DON'T FALL FOR HIS SUB-PAR CHARM AND BAD WIT!"

"Sorry Blue, that's snot what I meant to do."

Papyrus and Blueberry groaned while Edge frowned with a huff. She laughed at their expressions as relief swept through her body that the fight seemed to be quickly forgotten. Sans, Stretch and Red appeared to relax as well, even if she could tell they were still a little tense over the shouting match they just had.

Stretch leaned back, tossing his head in Blueberry's direction, "my bro, papyrus and edge are going to town to buy all the things we need to finish some projects around the house."

He looked over his shoulder, "what do you guys think? it'll probably take all day?"

"AT LEAST ASHTRAY." Edge turned to fling an arm in Blueberry's direction. "THAT IS, IF SOMEONE AGREES TO FOLLOW OUR PLAN AND DOESN'T SLOW US DOWN!"

Blueberry glared at Edge, before he reluctantly looked at Y/n, "UM, SEE, WHAT HE MEANS IS, UM-" He shut his eyes and shouted, "-WE WON'T BE ABLE TO HAVE OUR COOKING LESSONS TODAY!"

"Oh. Blueberry?"

He refused to open his eyes.

"Blue, look at me."

He did so, slowly and hesitantly, to see Y/n smiling back at him, "It's okay, there's always tomorrow, yea?" She looked around the room and noticed the Papyrus and Edge looked equally uncomfortable (each in their own way), "I'm assuming you guys need enough time to head out and get back? Then don't worry about it and we'll get back to our lessons when you have time for them." She laughed, "You don't have to cook with me if you don't want to, I'm only there to stop any more house fires."

"WE THOUGHT YOU'D STOP GIVING OUR LESSONS IF WE MISSED ONE" Papyrus mumbled.

"Did I ever say that I would?"

"NO?"

"Then don't assume things without asking."

That seemed to relax them, even if they were still oddly quiet.

She coughed, drawing attention back to her, "So, what's the plan for breakfast then? We're skipping it or something easy?"

Blue puffed out his cheeks, indigent, "Y/N! YOU SHOULD NEVER SKIP BREAKFAST!" He pointed a finger at her, "THERE IS ALWAYS TIME FOR BREAKFAST."

"WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TOAST AND CEREAL TODAY. AND WE'RE ALL GOING TO HELP PREPARING IT!"

Y/n looked away from Papyrus to Edge, "Even Edge?"

He turned to glower at her, "OF COURSE!" He waved a hand at Papyrus and Blueberry's general direction, "THESE IDIOTS NEED MY EXPERTISE IF WE HAVE ANY HOPE OF STICKING TO OUR SCHEDULE."

She nodded, no longer listening to his answer after he confirmed his participation, "So, do you need my help?"

Papyrus shock his head, "NO, WE'VE GOT IT."

"YEA, YOU SHOULD SPEND SOME QUALITY TIME WITH OUR BROTHERS! THEY'VE BEEN ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU!"

"Really?"

She looked away from Blue's eager expression to the three lazier brothers, who looked unapologetic for talking about her behind her back. She didn't even notice the three 'cooks' leave for the kitchen, although she sure heard them banging and clanging around in there.

Sans shrugged, noticing her glare, "our bros seem to really like you and we just wanted to know what you were doing with them."

"Because you don't trust me?"

"because we were curious."

She continued to glare at them, eventually causing Red to laugh sarcastically, "what, you don't trust us?" He settled his head into his arms, "isn't that fuckin rich?"

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"so um, yea, pretending that didn't happen," Stretch walked back over to his chair, rocking it back on two legs, "the plan today is to take it easy while our bros are out doing the shopping."

"How did you manage to talk your way out of shopping with them?"

Stretch laughed, "oh, just you wait." He looked at the other two, "what do we reckon? anyone gonna take a bet that they don't give us a chore list?"

Red laughed, "ain't no one dumb enough to take that bet."

"papyrus thinks they'll be back late enough that they'll have to eat out."

Stretch and Red chuckled.

"they're not going to like that." Stretch agreed.

Just then, Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge came out juggling the makings for toast and cereal.

Blueberry bounded over to her vent, stars in his eyes as he looked up at her, "Y/N, WILL YOU COME OUT AND HAVE BREAKFAST WITH US, PLEASE?"

Before she could decline, Edge spoke up, smirking, "DON'T BOTHER. THE PEST IS MUCH TOO SCARED FOR THAT!"

How dare he say that after the stunt he pulled last night! She'd be damned if she allowed Edge to think he had cowered her!

"EDGE, THAT'S RUDE. Y/N DOESN'T-"

"Yes Blueberry, I will join you for breakfast."

Every eye light, once more, focused on her. She met every one of them defiantly, even as her breathing hitched. Before anyone could stop her (including herself), she threw herself out of the vent, the impact from the fall jarring her legs.

"Y/N!" Blueberry rushed over, crouching low to look at her while the rest of the room moved to see her, "Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY?"

She looked up at Blueberry, forgetting just how colourful his jogging outfit was, especially when close up, "Of course." She noticed several concerned faces looking at her behind Blue's back, "Why shouldn't - oh!" She laughed, "You guys aren't forgetting that I'm a bitty, right?" She smiled back at Blueberry, "Falling from heights like that doesn't hurt me, but thank you for asking."

"YOU COULD HAVE JUST ASKED FOR HELP" Blueberry mumbled. He perked up, "WOULD YOU LIKE HELP GETTING TO THE TABLE?"

"No thanks, I've got it."

"Y/N" He huffed, "TRUST ME, PLEASE."

She hesitated, looking up at the earnest expression on Blueberry's face. Blueberry, who had helped tackle Edge to protect her, who had kept his word and hadn't told Stretch where she was.

She nodded slowly, causing Blueberry to squeak in excitement as he quickly extended his hand. Slowly, she placed her hand on his thumb, looking past his delighted expression to see everyone's disbelieving expressions (everyone but Papyrus, who gave her a thumbs-up). Returning Papyrus's thumbs-up, she moved onto Blueberry's hand, holding tightly onto his thumb as she was lifted up to the table.

Quickly hopping off, she made her to the empty space next to Papyrus, with Blueberry sitting next to her. Sitting crossed legged, she caught Edge staring at her and stuck her tongue at the jackwagon, feeling more scared than she hoped she appeared. She expected him to look angry, miffed that she dared to stuck her tongue at him. So why did he just look smug?

"Y/N, WOULD YOU LIKE CEREAL OR TOAST?" Papyrus asked.

She looked from Edge to stare sadly at the cereal selection, knowing her answer to any of those had to be no. No spoon that was the right size for her, with pieces bigger than her mouth? Yeah...

"I'll have toast, please."

After handing her a slice on a saucer, Papyrus reached for his own piece of toast, completely unperturbed by her presence...unlike the rest of the household, who were still staring at her.

"aren't you going to have anything on that?" asked Sans.

She smiled, "Sure, a spoonful of that please." She pointed to her favourite spread.

Clearly confused, Sans scooped out a spoonful, passing it along to Blueberry, who placed it near her. Tearing off a piece, she dipped the toast in the spread, humming in delight as she enjoyed something she hadn't had access to in a long time.

She could still feel all eyes on her, her skin crawling as she shifted in her spot. She trusted Papyrus and Blueberry to keep her safe, but that didn't mean she wasn't currently sitting with one leg up, ready to sprint off the table.  The room was also strangely quiet as they all watched her eat...again.

"Seriously guys, is there something strange about me eating?"

Almost all the skeletons looked away, blushing different colours. Red, however, smiled lazily, "you make strange, happy humming noises when you eat, and we think it's cute."

Blushing, Y/n looked away from the satisfied expression he wore.

"I'm not the only one cute today, hey ruby lips?" She smirked back at him, happy to see his scowl back.

~*~

Breakfast was...awkward to say the least. Y/n had refused to answer any questions about the house or herself, leaving Papyrus and Blueberry to talk about the weather in loud and forced details. Their brothers had tried to lighten the mood with some puns, but Y/n had left pretty quickly after scoffing down breakfast as fast as she could, jumping off the table and heading off for the ground vent. During the entire rushed meal, she had felt like an intruder at a family gathering, one where she was barely tolerated by half of them.

'Not that I blame them,' she thought, 'and not that I should care. After all, I'm trying to get them out of my house.'

That thought no longer carried the absolution it once had.

Right now, she was watching the three skeletons she could depend upon on for protection (to varying degrees) leaving, giving their brothers, whom she still didn't know anything about, their final marching order.

"AND WHEN WE COME BACK, YOUR ROOMS SHOULD BE SET UP. NO MORE OF BEING SO LAZY!"

"you got it bro" Sans winked at Papyrus.

Blueberry pointed at his brother "YEA! AND YOUR FACES HAD BETTER BE CLEANED TOO!"

Stretch's reaction was to shrug and to sink further into his chair.

Edge merely nodded at Red, his glare intense. Red's response was to shrink into his hoodie, sweat beading his skull.

No sooner had the three brothers closed the front door behind them, did the remaining three turn to each other, smirking.

"so, we going to do our rooms today?"

There was a brief pause, before all three skeletons chuckled, "nah."

Sans sighed, "guess we should at least have showers."

Stretch looked at the pack of cigarettes he had in his hand, before sighing and tucking them into his shorts, "i'm gonna go first. get it out of the way so i can have a cigarette."

"what, can't wait a few minutes ashtray?" Red laughed.

Stretch rolled his eyes, moving towards the bathroom, "don't pretend you don't smoke when edge is out of the house."

With Sans and Red remained behind in the dining room, Stretch moved into the bathroom, the sound of rushing water hitting the floor could be heard from the vent in the hall. So it was Y/n could hear the subtle change as water began to hit Stretch's body instead. It took a moment, but eventually she heard "what the...oh god damn it y/n."

The next thing she saw was Stretch walking out of the bathroom and into the dining room, wearing nothing but his shorts and dripping red water that had turned every inch where the water had touched him pink.

Guffawing, Y/n clung to her sides, unable to look at the cross pink skeleton, or the two flabbergasted skeletons staring in shock at their fellow pink roommate. At least, they were for a while, before Red started howling, pointing at Stretch while Sans struggled to talk through his own repressed laughter.

"what happened?" Sans asked, watching red water dripping off Stretch's skull and bones.

Stretch narrowed his eyes, "i'll give you three guesses."

Sans snickered, but tried again, "okay, then why didn't you dry off?"

Stretch crossed his arms, pointedly ignore Red still laughing at him, "i'm not risking it. she's obviously booby-trapped the bathroom." He shrugged, stepping aside, "if you want to try your luck, be my guest."

Red stood up straight, rolling his eye lights, "pfft, just because you're dumb enough to fall for the tampered shower head trick doesn't mean there's more traps."

"go on then red, you turn."

Red pushed past Stretch, "fine, you big pink baby."

Sans called after him, "i'll be tickled pink to see if you're right red."

Stretch grinned while Red entered the bathroom snickering, closing the door behind him. There were sounds of metal and tiles clacking as Red, most likely, looked for other traps.

Sans turned to Stretch, "what are the odds of red coming out clean?"

"Very low."

Both skeletons looked up to see Y/n grinning down at them, winking.

Stretch chuckled under his breath, "cheeky girl."

Sans grinned, "guess that explains the red hands."

Stretch groaned, "and i thought it was just from the red lip stick. wish i had thought about that just a bit more."

The sound of running water started up again. It took awhile, but eventually the sound changed to water hitting a body. For the next 5 minutes, everybody waited to see if Red would emerging in the same furious-pink state Stretch had been.

The water was eventually turned off and everyone could hear Red boasting "suck it y/n!" Then there was silence before the bathroom door suddenly exploded and he came marching out, naked, holding a red towel and dyed pink. Before anyone could comment, Red hurled the towel at the wall, before marching off upstairs. Everyone looked to the wall to see an ugly red stain-splatter, the red towel crumpled on the floor below it.

Stretch and Y/n howled, each falling to their knees as they struggled to breathe. Sans chuckled, but now was looking quite nervous. Stretch managed to push himself up from the floor, nudging Sans with his elbow, "hehe, come on sans, your- *snicker* your turn."

Sans was sweating now, "any chance i can get out of it?"

Stretch and Y/n shock their heads, their mirth starting up again.

Sans heavily sighed, grabbing a clean towel from the lien press and entered the bathroom like a condemned man, while Stretch and Y/n gave him reassuring thumbs-up.

The moment running water could be heard, Stretch leaned against the wall, pulling a cigarette from his shorts and lighting it up. Taking a puff, he looked up to Y/n, "you do realise that this means a prank war, right?"

Y/n laughed, "I'm not scared."

Stretch chuckled, moving over to examine the dyed towel still on the floor.

The water turned off and then they both could hear the sounds of teeth getting brushed. There were several repeats of spitting and rinsing before they both head Sans yell "y/n!"

Sans came out, a towel tied around his hips, and every single tooth in his grin dyed pink. Y/n fell backwards laughing, her sides were aching so much from all their expressions today, she could barely breathe!

Stretch snickered, although he looked more sympathetic, "aw man that sucks. sorry sans."

"y/n" Sans voice carried a stern warning, "you have any idea how horrible it is to gargle bleach?"

"Pffft! Good luck with that pinky!"

Y/n left, her chortles echoing around the ventilation system as she went.

"we're going to get some payback, yea?"

"yep", Sans pink grin grew larger.

~*~

Y/n had been lounging in her room for a few hours now.  She had been busy responding to Papyrus and Blueberry's texts, who keep her informed about their shopping progress while she made vague hints about their brother's 'tickled pink' situation. They both had responded with various expressions of happiness at the idea of Y/n and their brothers were getting along.

She grinned, 'Guess that's one way of putting it.'

She hadn't heard anything from the pink brothers, other than a decision to get 'Grillbys' for lunch. The thought that they would refuse to feed her didn't concern her; it wouldn't be the first time she had gone without food. What mainly concerned her was what they were discussing away from the house.

Sans calling up to her for lunch interrupted her thoughts.

Shrugging, figuring that she would have to face them eventually, she made her way cautiously towards Sans call, apparently coming from the kitchen.

As she approached the kitchen's vent and looked into the room, she saw Sans walking away to sit at the small table with his back to her, Red and Stretch on either side of him, both still dyed pink. Below her, was a saucer plate with a small cut of burger on it. It looked good, but...

"you can come out, we haven't done anything to it."

She paused with her hands still tracing the edges of the vent, feeling for anything that might indicate a trap, to look in disbelief at Stretch who was giving her a side glance.

Red shrugged, bitting into his own bugger, "not like we'd say anythin' if we had."

Y/n ignored them but quietly agreed with Red, pressing herself into the vent bars to look up. She couldn't see anything hanging above the entrance and it didn't seem like there was anything latched on the bars.

She looked back at the three skeletons, who ignored her while eating their burgers. They were awfully quite, although that probably had more to with the fact that these guys weren't the boisterous brothers she had gotten used to. Still, they didn't strike her as the type to let her get away with dying them pink.

Figuring it was probably safer to avoid this vent, Y/n walked around, coming out of the dining room's vent instead. Making her to the kitchen, from this angle she saw that all three skeletons had their eyes closed in bliss, humming with satisfaction while they ate. She wondered just how good the burgers were or if these guys just really appreciated food. Either way, from here, she could tell that nothing was near or above the vent.

'Which probably just means that there's something wrong with the food.'

Climbing up the draws, Y/n cautiously approached the burger slice on the kitchen bench. Now that she was closer, she could confirm that there as indeed nothing near the vent or indeed the plate. The burger looked okay, no strange smells or colours that gave any indication that it had been tampered with. She approached slowly, her eyes scanning the whole area and the three skeletons, who continued to ignore her, enjoying their burgers.

Lifting up the bun, Y/n still couldn't see anything wrong. When she licked the sauce off her fingers, it tasted okay. Actually, it tasted awesome!

Giving in to temptation, she lifted the sweet burger piece, taking a huge bite. She hummed in appreciation, as a huge smile came over her face, she enjoyed what had to be the best burger she had ever had.

While she chewed, she spied something on the plate that caught her attention. It was a small x.

"y/n?"

She looked away from the x to see all three skeletons sitting at the table turned to face her now, each glowing a single eye of a different colour, with wisps of magic blazing from their sockets.

"get dunked on!"

An icy, colourful waterfall hit her as three lots of colours were dumped on her at once. She gasped, her muscles screaming in shock as her brain processed the frozen sensation as actually shards of ice bounced off her skin, her lungs pulling in heaps of shocked air. The burger was quickly dropped from her hands as her fingers refused to close.

She barely registered the guffaws of the three skeletons, who were in various stages of inconsolable fits of laughter, as she struggled to breathe out with her arms still outstretched in shock. Looking down at herself, she saw her clothes and skin had been dyed blue, red and yellow with the colours mixing, creating a tie-dyed effect on every inch of her. Nearby, there were three, empty food dye bottles, laying where they had fallen and soaked burger pieces dyed in various colours.

'But I didn't se- oh god damn it, I forgot about magic!'

Fuming and blushing at her stupidity, she turned away from the sight of Red on the floor, Stretch collapsed on the table and Sans struggling to stand. She walked across the bench and towards the sink, each step making a squishy sound that left alternating coloured foot prints. Their laughter only increased every time they looked back up at her.

Turning on the tap and abandoning her tie-dyed backpack, Y/n jumped into the sink, shrieking again as the cold water hit her, while the three pink idiots' laughter only grew louder. She forgot that the water took a while to heat up! Thoroughly embarrassed, she rubbed her hands over her body, trying to wring out as much of the colours from her hairs, skin and clothes as she could.

When the water around her began to run clean, she stepped out from under the running water and attempted to climb out of the sink. The keyword was 'attempted'. The sink was a bowl shape, making climbing out of it a challenge as she tried multiple times to run up the side, only to slide back down. Apparently, the skeletons had a good angle to see all this as their laughter exploded the first time she ran, slipped and slide back down into the sink on her face.

'I sincerely hoped that skeletons needed to breathe so that they could choke themselves to death on their own laughter! A human would have passed out by now but, nooo, these guys were still going!'

Finally, desperately grasping the edge, Y/n managed to haul herself out of the sink and flopped onto the counter top, her cheats heaving. She refused to move, both out of wounded pride and physical exhaustion. From her collapsed position, she got the joy of listening to the skeletons laughing their coccyx's off. Tuning it out wasn’t working, not matter how she wished it would. She could actually feel the sound vibrations in her chest, they were laughing that hard!

After a time, the tap was turned off and a face cloth was pushed into her view. Looking up, she saw Sans had come over, barely hiding his snickers, offering the towel. She looked away from him, stubbornly refusing to meet his eye and huge grin.

"aww come on y/n. you knew we'd get our payback eventually."

She folded her arms, glaring at the wall.

Red called out, "hey, we didn't push you into the sink baby doll. that was all you're brilliant idea."

She flipped the whole table off without looking away from her staring competition with the wall. Red responded with a gruff laugh.

The towel was gently placed by her side, as Sans walked away.

"ah well, guess we'll just have to throw away this bitty-sized burger and chips, and this human soft-drink we got."

"Soft-drink?"

She turned over, looking back. Stretch was waving a bottle of her favourite drink, icy cold with condensation dripping as he waved it around. The last time she had anything sweet or caffeinated was...since a little before becoming a bitty. Oh how she missed it! Why couldn't she be one of the bitties who had forgotten what junk food tasted like?

Stretch smiled, looking back at her the drink, "yea, while we were getting the food dye,-" (she looked away again, miffed at that stab at her humiliation) "-i asked the shop owner what was the most popular human drink they had." He chuckled, "tell me, is this any good or should we just throw this away?"

Sitting up, she glared at the pompous pink jerks that were grinning at her like a cat grins at a cannery. Oh, they knew she wanted that drink; if she had any hopes of pretending otherwise, it had vanished the moment she had perked up at the phrase 'soft-drink'. Now they sat there, waiting for her to cave. Funny thing though, she was pretty stubborn.

She pushed herself up, grabbed the towel and made her way back to the vent. She'd rather see that sweet, precious drink poured down the drain then beg for it.

Sans sighed, "look kid, we're good, okay." She looked back to see Sans shrug, now sitting on the other side of the table, "we got our payback, so you don't have to worry about anything else."

Red looked like he disagreed with that, but he didn't state otherwise.

Stretch nodded, "yea, come and join us for lunch y/n." He swished the bottle around, "it's getting warm."

"Do you promise there won't be any more pranks and that we're even?"

She knew it was childish, barely one step above 'do you pinkie swear?', but she desperately needed something to give her hope. Something she could refer back to as to why she should never trust again. Something that, when they inevitably broke their promises, would stop the building feelings of guilt and empathy she was staring to develop for these numbskulls (the current situation not withstanding). Oh, she didn't trust them when it came to how safe she felt from pranking, but she cautiously realising that she just might trust them not to trap her, to force her away or to kill her. That was more than she could say about any other person she had met since becoming a bitty.

For whatever reason, all three skeletons looked really uncomfortable. Sans must have noticed the look she was making, watching them reluctant to make the promise, as he quickly said, "sure kid, i promise that there are no more pranks."

Stretch chuckled, leaning back on his chair and looking over at her, “if it will make you feel better, i promise we're even and there will be no more pranking from me today."

Red glowered, before a thought seemed to occur to him as he smirked, "I promise not ter prank ya durin lunch."

She glared at him, everyone realising the massive loop hole he had given himself. She hardly blamed him though. If he was anything like his brother, he would never be what she considered an 'ally'.

"Okay then." After all, that was probably as good as she was going to get from them....and she did want that drink.

She jumped down from the vent, wrapping the towel around her and her bag more securely and moved towards the table.

"would you like any help getting up here kid?"

She shook her head at Sans's offer, grunting in effort as she jumped and pulled herself up the chair, then table.

After this morning, she felt a bit braver being so close to these brothers (even as she sat slightly away from Red), sitting on the very edge of the table with a towel wrapped around her shoulders also helped.

"here you go."

She looked at the offered second saucer plate, with an actually miniature burger on it, and not just a slice like the last one had been.

"And what have you done to this one?"

Sans shook his head, "nah, i wouldn't wreak a good burger kid."

"yea, we got our payback. we're good" Stretch smiled, with a hand over where a heart would be, "we promised, remember?"

Cautiously, she took the plate from Sans, who smiled before grabbing his own bugger.

Y/n started at the burger on her plate, "I didn't know there's a place that sells bitty-sized burgers."

"it's actually monster sized. monsters come in different sizes after all" Sans shrugged.

"that's a pretty big smile you've got there kid. it's just a small burger."

Looking to Stretch, she raised a hand to her face realising that she, indeed, had been smiling. Looking back to the burger, holding something that wasn't a slice of something almost made her feel...normal.

"It's nothing."

Stretch shrugged, cracking open the drink and dropping a straw into it. With a push, he slid it towards Y/n.

"here you go fun size."

Happily, she held the straw in her hands, before she narrowed her eyes at all the skeletons at the table, "if you've done anything to this drink..."

Sans smiled, "we wouldn't fibula , would we guys?"

"not unless it was humerus " smirked Red.

Stretch leaned back, a chip between his teeth, "you can trust us kid, we don't have the guts to go back on our promises."

'Time to test the worth of their promises then.'

With a shrug and purposely ignoring the puns, she took a long sip. She hummed in happy bliss as that sweet, sweet elixir entered her mouth. Oh, how she missed it! She wounded if she could convince one of the skeletons to fill a bowl with this so she could swim in it!

After a while, she noticed that all three skeletons were watching her intently, faint traces of blush on all of their cheeks. Too late, she realised that she had been making happy murmuring sounds again with a huge goofy grin plastered on her face. Looking away, she blushed harder with this latest embarrassment, somehow feeling worse now than she did during the whole 'sink' thing.

Refusing to look at them, she knocked away the straw and moved to sit crossed-legged, dragging the saucer towards her. Staring intently at the burger, she jammed into her mouth. The sooner she finished, the sooner she could hide her shame.

"aw, come on kid, we didn't mean to rattle your bones ."

She ignored Sans, continuing to chew the mouthful she had.

"there's no need to skull -k kiddo" Stretch grinned.

Red laughed, "hee, you need to grow a spine and learn how to take a joke."

" tibia honest, she's been quite brave so far."

"yea, we're just ribbing ya. you don't have to guzzle that burg so quickly."

She glared at the whole lot of them.

"she sure loves to give us that sternum look, don't she?"

"almost like she loves our scapula-ous puns."

"good thing we have a skele-ton of them then."

"we work them right to them carpals after all."

"I can patella one thing."

"is it that we're numbskulls ?"

"and that's just the radius of our problems."

She snapped.

“Your brothers are right; your puns are horrible!”

Jumping off the table, Y/n left for the vent. The drink was not worth tolerating their puns! As she left, she heard the distinct sound of three pairs of hands high-fiving.

'Oh like hell they were getting away with this!'

~*~

Getting food dye out clothes and skin was a pain, so she hadn't bothered. Of course, she briefly toyed with the idea of using toothbrushes to scrub herself clean, but doing so would have cut into her revenge-planning-time.

'Maybe later.' she thought with a smile.

She knew that she wasn't innocent and she didn't pretend to be, but she'd be damned if she didn't get some payback for the barrage of bad skeleton puns she had just endured. If she never heard another bone pun, it would be several lifetimes too soon.

The first thing she required was a computer.

From memory, Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge had their computers set up and ready to use, but she wasn't sure if they were password protected.

Taking a gamble that they weren't, she headed towards Edge's room. If she was going to play around with other people's things, it might as well be with the guy she was already messing with.

Looking into Edge's room, she saw another tripwire had been set up near the vent's entrance. Following the wire, she saw it lead to a net below her. Rolling her eyes, she quickly cut the wire, watching as the net zoomed up and past her, hitting the roof. Gleefully, she pushed passed the vent and prepared to jump.

Suddenly, there was a rush of movement above her and she just barely managed to pull her body back into the vent in time as something plummeted to the ground. Breathing heavily, she cautiously looked below to see the same net again.

'How did that trigger!? I didn't see or feel anything!'

Realising that she had been severely underestimating Edge's abilities, she approached the vent's entrance with a lot more caution. With a simple drop, she landed on the soft carpet, crouching while she waited for a sign of another trap trigging. When one didn't, she stood up and looked around.

The first thing she saw and headed to was the mirror, smiling as she recalled Edge's cries of outrage that one night. Imaging what he might say tonight, she quickly fetched out the hot pink crayon again before redrawing the stick figure flipping the bird. After admiring her work, she turned to climb the desk.

The laptop looked impressive, certainly higher-end. Fingers crossed, she powered it on and was pleased to see that the laptop was already powered on, activating from sleep mode. Whatever Edge had been doing was still up on the screen. There were numerous websites for random supplies, things one might need if you planned to build everything yourself, but the site currently left opened was a website that talked all about bitty health.

Concerned, Y/n briefly looked over the information but saw nothing too troubling. Just the basics really, how she was biologically human with (supposedly) no recollection of past self or memories. Adult bitties were rare than children bitties and no one knew what had caused the change. Some people though the monster's appearance had done it, but they had already been up on the surface for several months before bitties had suddenly turned up, and scientific studies hadn't found any links so far.

There was no cure or reversal, and the bitty population was reaming stable.

The rest of the page was dedicated to people asking bitty questions with other people supplying answers. One of those questions even made her laugh:"Do bitties hum while eating? Is it like purring?" Unsurprising, the responses were various nos, that the bitty was probably just happy eating whatever it was.

She felt surprised to see this site, but she knew she shouldn't be. Now that she thought about it, the whole skeleton family had probably looked up information about bitties by now, considering who was tormenting them. What was weird was why this was up now, after how many days since Edge knew about her existence?

Shrugging it off, she clicked on a new tab. A quick Google search gave her all the information she needed. Pulling out her phone and propping it up, she dialled the first number.

"Hi there, do you do home deliveries?"

~*~

Wiping her history from Edge's computer had been simple enough, but now she was bored. She had nothing to do but to wait for dinner tonight and she still didn't feel like scrubbing herself, which would require a lot of water anyway. Besides, she could hear someone in the shower, probably trying to scrub the pink off their bones. Smiling maliciously, Y/n headed for basement, aiming for the water system

‘It’s time to figure out if skeletons can feel cold.’

Before she approached the vent leading to the basement door however, she could hear gaming sounds. Curiosity peeked, she rushed eagerly towards it.

Stretch had booted up her favourite fighting game, leaning back on the couch with his feet propped up along the rest of the couch. He had set himself up pretty good too; two soft-drinks and a bowl of chips on the living room table.

Looking at his score, Y/n noticed that Stretch was good, actually, which was kind of irritating her. How can someone so relaxed be playing this well? Actually, if she was really honest, she was just plain old jealous of Stretch right now; not even she got to her enjoy her own games. Not anymore.

“i know that you're there.”

Y/n jumped away from the vent bars, looking back to see Stretch smiling over his shoulder at her.

He looked back to the game, “if you want to, can you always join me. i’ve still got your drink here with me and these chips aren’t going to eat themselves.”

He waved a second controller, “player 2?”

Y/n would be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted. Between the soft-drink, chips and the fact that she hadn’t had a chance to play video games in what felt like forever, Stretch was quite the tempter today.

‘If only Sara knew about these weak spots of mine, I would probably have been caught ages ago.’

“I…I.”

She sat down, pressing her head to the vent bars, “No thanks, I’m good.”

Stretch paused the game, turning to face her, “kid, i promised no more pranks. you’re perfectly safe from me.”

She smiled sadly, “I can’t risk it.”

He looked at her for a long time, before he reached over, grabbed a pillow and threw it over towards the ground vent. Using his orange glowing magic, he lifted and placed the second controller and a few chips on top of the pillow, her soft-drink off to the side.

“how about now?”

That worked, weirdly enough, which just made her even more paranoid about why he bothered. She looked at him, confused, “Why did you do that?”

He shrugged, “blue isn’t here and playing with someone is always more fun. what’s better than playing a game with a friend? “

“Friend?”

Stretch reached inside of his hoodie, pulling out his phone. Playing around with it, he eventually pulled up a photo, which he showed her. It was from yesterday, with Papyrus and Blueberry dyed blue and looking awkward and guilty as all hell, with her just peaking over Papyrus's shoulder, tongue out.

“anyone who can make my bro that happy is a friend of mine.”

She looked away from the photo to see Stretch looking intently at her. Looking back at the photo, she laughed in disbelief, “Happy? He looks like he’s in trouble!”

He chuckled, “maybe to you, but i can tell he’s really happy right there.” He looked at her, "would you like a copy?"

She looked back at the photo. She couldn't deny that she had a really great time yesterday and that the photo was a really good reminder of that time. She couldn’t remember the last time she had fun like that, even since before becoming a bitty. However, to get that photo, she would have to give him her number….

‘What harm could he possibly do if he had my phone number?’

“If I join you and give you my number for that photo, do you swear you’re not up to no good?”

Stretch chuckled, “I solemnly swear that I am not up to no good.”

Y/n smiled, making her way through the vent system till she pushed through the ground vent, climbing up to the pillow. His phone was already there, waiting to send the picture. Looking up at him, she noticed that his attention was back on the screen, maneuvering it back to the main menu so that she could be added as a player.

She sent the picture to her phone and settled into a comfortable position, whispering, “Thanks, Stretch.”

He shrugged, an orange glow lifting his phone back to him, “eh, it’s no big deal kid.” He winked over at her, “it’s your gaming system anyway, fun size.”

She grinned, “And you better remember that was I’m winning pinky.”

He chuckled, settling back into his lax position once again.

~*~

Playing against Stretch was…challenging, to say the least. The control not meant for her size, which meant she had to physically lean from side to side, sometimes running left to right when she leaned too far. Luckily, she knew the game better than Stretch, knew the levels and what combinations to use and when. So while she wasn't flat out kicking his butt, she was in the lead. Although, and she couldn’t confirm this, she suspected that he was letting her win. She kept seeing him watching her from the corner of her eye, his quiet chuckles as she celebrated every victory and raged against every defeat. The more she suspected that he was watching her, the more animate her movements became as she grew flustered and slightly embarrassed. She couldn't help it! Playing video games always got her pumped up, particularly if she could see the person she was playing against!

At some point during an intense match, Red came into the room, white again.

“shower’s empty if you want to use it.”

Stretch didn’t look away from the screen, dodging Y/n’s attacks once again (his favourite fighting style, she had come to realise angrily), “busy right now. what about sans?”

Red shrugged, leaving the room with a grin aimed at Y/n.

Stretch paused the game, looking down at her quizzically, "what was that about?"

Y/n watched Red’s retreating back, “It means I should have gotten to the water system sooner.” she muttered.

Stretch looked at her, inquisitively.

“Never mind.”

He shrugged, pulling out a cigarette. He started to light it up, before he looked at her, seeing her watching him.

“mind if I have a light?”

She shrugged, turning back to the screen. “I’d much rather you smoked outside or in your room though.”

To her surprise, he pocketed the cigarette.

He unpaused the game and they quickly resumed the match.

"by the way, thanks for playing with my bro the other day."

Y/n chortled before she could stop herself, "Are you seriously thanking me for dying him blue? Next you'll be thanking me for dying you pink!"

"my favourite colours" he muttered under his breath.

They continued in silence, Y/n in concentration and Stretch in silent contemplation.

“Yes!” she cried suddenly as she won the round.

Stretch chuckled, reminding Y/n that she wasn’t alone and that someone just totally saw her unrestrained enthusiasm…again. She blushed hard, avoiding his eyes she could feel on her.

“you’re pretty good at this.”

She grinned shyly, not bothering to look away from the screen, “I use to love my games. Nothing helps me unwind quite like a good match.”

“what happened?”

She levelled a stare at him, "Really? You don't see anything wrong here?” She gestured vaguely at her controller that just smaller than she was. She shrugged and returned her attention to the game, “Just another thing that I can't hav-YOU DODGING SON OF A BITCH! YEA!!”

She jumped up, whooping, “I win!” She turned to face him, “IN. YOUR.FAC-“

He was staring at her, mouth agape with a slight smile curling his expression.

In that brief moment, her emotions swung from victory and pride to shame and regret, then all she could feel was bitter humiliation as Stretch collapsed onto the couch, howling with laughter.

"Okay, I'm done playing now!!"

She fled into the vent, Stretch’s laughter following her while she sought a quiet place to hide her neon red face and disgrace.

‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god WHY DID I DO THAT?!’

It would be awhile before she could look him in the eye and not be remained of this latest embarrassment. She sincerely hoped no one was keeping track of the score because right now, she felt like she was losing the embarrassing games.

Deep in the ventilation, where she was hiding, Y/n became aware of the sounds of someone's deep snoring echoing through the ventilation system.

'Perfect! Time for some misdirected revenge.' , she grinned.

She followed the sound of deep snores coming from the direction of the study room.

As she popped out of the study vent, Y/n could see Sans sleeping on the study chair, back propped up by the desk and one leg up by the window's ledge, with a book resting on his chest where it had fallen. All at once, she felt a surge of aching familiarity as Sans's visage was replaced by her dad, their sleeping positions and their snores echoes of each other.

She could feel a small smile pulling at her lips while her eyes moistened. How many years had it been since she saw Dad in this sleeping position, claiming he was just resting his eyes? How long ago had she last seen his sleeping expressions, how his face would turn and twist as she steadily woke him up? When was the last time he finally woke up in a playful anger or his quick retribution as he grabbed her, tickling an apology out of her?

She found herself on the study desk with no real recollection of climbing up, staring at Sans's sleeping face. Guided by memories, she blew a puff of air into his face, shrinking back as his face twisted into a grimace before relaxing again. Her smile grew. Blowing another puff of air, Y/n watched as Sans swatted vaguely over his face, still in a sleep state. Fully grinning now, she carefully stretched across his face, her body laying across his brow as she reached for his nasal cavity. Luckily, she already knew that Sans was a heavy sleeper from this morning's antics. She tickled the edges of his nasal cavity, wiggling and scratching the hard bone. Sans gave a loud snort, his head twisting side to side while Y/n used her hands to keep from sliding.

Sans eventually settled back into his prevision position, whining "nooooo" under his breath. Y/n giggled, reaching for another tickle. She could feel his cheeks twisting near her, air being pulled in great volumes in and out of his nasal cavity. She snickered every time he made a sleepy noise complaint, thoroughly enjoying his reactions.

"y/n?"

Lifting an arm up, she looked back down to see a bright eye light staring back at her. Gasping, she pushed herself up and ran forward, across his pink teeth, and headed for the window's ledge.  Doing this must have startled Sans because he shot up and toppled Y/n off balance, so that she slid down and landed on his lap.

She stared up at Sans with an arm outstretched, her legs trapped under her where she had fallen. "I'm sorry!" She cried.

They stared at each other for a long time, Y/n's chest still heaving while her body waited for Sans next move. Her mind was too overcome with fear and panic for her to even begin to attempt to formulate some sort of plan out of this mess.

Sans said, carefully and slowly, "okay, i'm not going to make any sudden movements. just please, don't use that pin."

Confused, she looked at her hand to see that, yes, she had one hand hovering around her pin's head.

'But why does he look so concerned?'

Then she looked around her, where she was sitting on him, and it clicked.

She cracked, her hands brought up to her face in a sad attempt to hide slide-splitting smile she had as she laughed her ass off. The sudden rush of relief and absurdity over the whole situation brought tears to her eyes. Sans, the skeleton, was concerned that she would stab him in the crotch!

'Do skeletons even have anything I could stab? How does that even work? Oh god, I'm literally standing on a boner!'

Her laughter took on a more hysterical edge as she considered the implications of that, especially, where she was currently was. Mentally picturing it caused her cheeks to burn with shame and sin.

Sans still looked nervous, with sweat beading his skull, but he chuckled too. "heh... you okay kid?"

It took her while, but she eventually nodded, smiling up at Sans. "Hee hee, no need to look so nervous there big guy", she smiled with a wink.

He spluttered, looking away from her, but not before she saw a blue blush on his face.

She laughed again, 'Poor guy!'

Sans coughed, still not looking at her, "i'm not used to a lady literally falling into my lap. so, um, any chance i can get you to move now?"

"And what if I said no?" she grinned cheekily.

Suddenly she was hovering, encased in a blue glow once again. This time she didn't fight it, although Sans had his hands out under her like she might fall. She had fun flying through the air while maintaining eye contact, using both hands to imitating guns and winking as she did so. His blush only grew deeper, which caused her cheeky smile to grow in turn.

When she was safely lowed onto the desk, the blue glow surrounded her vanished. Sans, for some reason, suddenly found outside fascinating.

She laughed, “It's ok Boner, I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

He didn’t turn to look at her, although she was sure she saw his blush deepen just then. She was reminded of herself and the embarrassing hell she just endured with Stretch. Suddenly she felt a lot more sympathetic towards Sans’s plight.

She rubbed the back of her neck, now the awkward one, "Look, I'm sorry that I woke you up...and for playing with your nose....hole, I guess."

He chuckled softly, looking at her with lingering blush still on his cheeks, "why'd you do it?"

She didn't immediately answer, choosing to instead look out of the window instead.

"I-I was thinking....."

'About Dad.'

'How I miss him.'

‘The passage of time.’

'My family.’

“What family means anymore."

The thought was out of her mouth before she realised it. She had gotten too used to living here by herself, talking to herself out loud without the fear of being overheard.

She looked away, avoiding San's inquisitive stare, "Forget I said anything."

She moved to jump off the desk, but before she had a chance to jump down however, Sans actually responded, surprising her still, "it's the people you love and care for the most, isn't it?"

She paused, still crouching in her prep for jumping. "But it can't be that simple and yet not properly defined."

She turned to look at him, to see what he would say.

Sans shrugged, "why not?"

She huffed, "That's not an answer."

He grinned, "yep it isn't. i believe i just asked a question, actually."

Rolling her eyes, Y/n sat down on the desk's edge, facing him, "Well, can you only have one?"

She waved a hand him, stopping his immediate response, "I mean, you have your brother, but do the other four count as a part of that one family, or are there multiple families living together right now? Would you include yourself as a part of those multiple families?"

Sans rubbed the back of his neck, "jeez, you ask some hard questions." He looked back at her, "obviously we all feel closer to our own brothers, but I do feel a certain amount of affection for Blueberry, Stretch... even Edge and Red when I think about it." He chuckled, "you could say that they're my extended femur-y."

She chuckled at that, Sans's grin growing in response, before she sighed, "that just means that families can change then."

"they can grow and shrink over time, as new and old people come and go." He agreed.

"So, do you get to decide who's in your family then?" She could see he was about to give the obvious answer, so she clarified, "Emotionally, I mean."

Sans sat back, thoughtful this time, "kid, i don't think you or i get much say when it comes to our emotions." He looked out the window, "if you don't feel that emotional family bond, then that person isn't part of your family. at least, not entirely." He shrugged, "if they do, then that person feels like they belong in it. i guess it comes down to what you feel. how you feel about a person greatly affects whether or not they're family to you."

There was a long moment of silence as they both thought about the implications of that.

"Can the dead be a part of family?" she whispered.

Sans looked over at her as she turned away to quietly wipe away a few unwanted tears. They died many years ago, why was this upsetting her now?

"kid... you okay?"

She nodded, refusing to turn around.

'Shit, he's going think I'm a crying mess. Quick, distract him!'

She laughed weakly, "I was just thinking about this morning and how sorry I am for pitting your family against one and another."

She continued to face away from him, focusing on calming herself down. So while she couldn't see him, she heard him shift in his chair, followed by a long, deep sigh.

"kid, what-"

He stopped himself. Curious, she wiped away the last tear and slowly turned around to face him.

He was looking awkward again. When he saw her looking at him out of the corner of his eye, he smiled, trying again. "what brought this on? this wouldn't have anything to do with that cross-stitch paps and blue gave you?"

'Cross-stitch?' Then she remembered the house-mate warming gift, still tucked in her room.

"Yea!" she smiled, relieved to have been given this lifeline, "I was wondering what they meant by giving it to me."

Sans chuckled, although there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, "i think it means we're happy that you're here kid."

“You're happy to get tormented every day?” she asked in disbelief.

He stuck out a pinkie towards her, "happy to add a couple more bones to our family, if you want that of course, little prankmate."

She looked at his pinkie, but made no move to shake it.

She thought about him, his family and how they treated her.

She thought about herself, her family and her actions.

"I still don't know how I feel about that" she whispered quietly.

Sans withdrew his pinkie, shrugging, "eh, it's not like we're going anywhere anytime soon."

He grinned at Y/n, who knew a challenge when she saw one.

She lifted her head proudly, "You sure about that bone-bag?"

He winked, "i feel it in my bones, littlest roommate."

They both chuckled quietly, both enjoying the simple joy of a simple laugh.

After a silent moment of content, Sans sighed.

"y/n, i've been meaning to tell you but, well, we've sort of commandeered the basement as our own and it's important you don't go down there without permission."

"Permission?" She snapped her attention back to him, the little moment they just shared completely forgotten.

He didn't flinch as he met her glare, "it's important y/n, i wouldn't be telling you this if it wasn't."

She crossed her arms, getting angrier, "Why didn't you ask me if it was okay first? What are you doing down there?"

Sans grin noticeable shrank, "we always planned to use the basement y/n. would you rather i have asked and then did what i wanted to anyway?"

She glared at him, genuinely angry for the first time with a monster. With a turn, she ran and jumped off the desk, heading for the vent.

"y/n!"

She ignored him, just like he had ignored her.

~*~

Pushing past the basement door, Y/n struggled to see through the blackness. The light switch that could have helped her was miles above her head and beyond her reach. Luckily, she didn't need it as the light from the hall behind her allowed her to vaguely see what alterations they had made to her basement. Directly in front of her were the dryer and washing machine, moved from their old spot. A quick look at the left revelled why. A huge, metal looking wall enclosed and separated the basement into two sections, almost all of that space now on the other side of it. A heavy looking door with an inactive light sat above the door which was set into the metal wall, just off from the where the washing machines were.

Slowly, Y/n made her way down each step, staring at amazement at the new features. How could she not have seen or heard any of this? Look at it all! It looked like it would have taken a team of specialized work crew weeks to build this. Yet it had only been two days!  Was there no limit to monster's abilities....just what kind of powers did these guys have?

One word stuck out in her memory, something she realised might not have been slang after all:

"Lab"

'What were they up to?'

Suddenly, Y/n fell through a step she expected to be there. Dazed from the fall, she barely noticed that the thing she had fallen into was something that echoed sound and was cold to the touch.

The lights suddenly turned on, revealing the thing she had fallen into was a big glass jar. Before she could jump and pull herself out, the glass jar was being lifted up, the strength of the g-forces pushing her back down, as she came face to face with a smirking Red.

A lid snapped shut over the jar.

"heh, gotcha."

He tilted the jar one way than the other, watching in amusement as Y/n tumbled from side to side, noting her still colour-stained skin and clothes.

"hey, there skittles. i wonder what flavour you'd be if i licked you."

Y/n stood tall, flipping the bird to Red's flirtatious look, "Shut it, Hot Pink!"

Red leaned his head to one side, considering, "hot pink? i rather like the name, especially coming from your lips, baby doll."

She bristled at the implication, avoiding looking at him.

He tsked, "didn't sans warn you about how dangerous it was down here?"

She reached for the lid, attempting to push it off, "It's rude to listen to other people's conversations creep!"

Red chuckled, "didn't have to. who do you think told him to warn you?" He shook the jar, toppling her from her stance.

He laughed, "knew you wouldn't listen. You're kinda easy to predict skittles."

He made his way back up the stairs, taking her and the jar along as he turned off the light. With his glowing eyes in the dark, Red turned back to look down at Y/n, who unconsciously backed away from his stare. "hey, since you're okay with enterin our space, how about we go to one of yours?"

Suddenly the world shifted and Y/n experienced the feeling of free falling endlessly in a space of a second. Falling to her knees, she tucked herself into a tight ball, willing her head and stomach to calm down, desperately trying to avoid vomiting.

"heh, It's cute when you curl into a small ball like that."

Slowly, she opened her eyes, looked passed Red's grin and saw that they were in Dad's workshop.

"No!" She threw herself against the glass, pounding her fits against her prison, "Stop! what are you doing?" She didn't even care how he somehow managed this impossible, laws-of-physics breaking feet, they were in Dad's workshop!

Red grinned slyly, “don’t know, what am i going to do?”

They stared each other down, Red’s grin growing larger the wider Y/n’s eyes grew in paranoid fear. With renewed desperation, she began to rock the jar, trying to topple out his hands.

A red glow surrounded the jar as Red placed and balanced the jar on the tip of one of his phalanges. With the smack to the jar, he sent the jar spinning, with Y/n pressed to one side. After what felt like an eternity, he eventually grabbed the jar and it came to sudden stopped, with Y/n launched into and smacking the solid glass.

Red howled, clutching his sides with Y/n and the jar pressed into his coat in one hand. Y/n lay on her back, watching the room spinning around and around, slightly concussed. She wasn’t even capable of seeing straight now, let alone running in any intended direction.

After Red calmed down, he lifted the jar to his eye level, his grin as wide as she had ever seen it, "heh, wanna try that again and go for another spin?"

She glared at him, her head held in her hands as she waited for the pounding headache to go.

Red chuckled, "relax, I'm just goin to have a look around baby doll."

With a thud, he placed her and the jar on the nearby bench, before he watched her for a few moments as her struggles to escape increased. Y/n, meanwhile, was trying desperately to think of a way out. Pushing up on the lid wasn't working, toppling the jar would only cause him to spin her again and she didn't have enough grip to twist the lid off without a tool.

'Luckily, I've still got my backpack with me. Dumb mistake! Sort of like leaving Batman's utility belt with him.'

Pulling off her bag with a smirk, she dug around and saw several things that could work. Just as she was about to reach for one and bring it out to try, she stilled.

'He's not an idiot, I am! He's watching me to see what I'll do!'

There was absolutely no point in escaping if he just grabbed her the moment she popped the lid. She could always try stabbing him with her pin if he grabbed her, but what if he used something else, a cloth or something that didn't feel pain. Last time he managed to pin her arms, and if her plan involved hoping that didn't happen again, it was a bad plan.

'Then I have to look like I've tried to get out but couldn't. Try to lull him into a false sense of security and spring out of here the first chance I get.'

Resolved, she reached for her paper clip, one of the items less likely to work. Straightening it out, she jammed it into the lid's underside, attempting to twist it off. Not surprising, the metal bent in her hands, making it useless as leverage.

Throwing it into her bag in disgust, she pulled out her empty pen tube instead. Placing it in the centre of the lid, she attempted to push off the lid, straining in the effort. After a long, agonizing moment, she dropped the pen, looking in pain at her hands as the pressure forced the hard plastic into her skin.

Finally, she grabbed her pin, jamming into the creases where the lid met the jar, trying to leverage it off. When that didn't work, she attacked the glass instead, jabbing again and again. It didn't even leave a scratch.

Huffing, she threw herself to the floor, propping herself up with her bag, as she scowled in frustration while steadfastly refusing to look at Red and his amused smugness, his laughter at every failed attempt to get out.

"hhaaahhahha, oh jeez baby doll, you really ain't smart, aren't chya?"

She continued to scowl, refusing to look at him.

'Keep yakking it up Hot Pink. First time your back's turned, I'm getting out of here!'

He whipped away a red tear from the corner of his eye with a sigh, "now, let's see what all the fuss is about."

He made his way around the room, touching everything while keeping his eyes on her for her reactions. Every time he touched something, opened up a draw or deliberately put something down in the wrong sections, Y/n could feel herself grimacing, feeding his enjoyment.

When he approached the sheet covering Dad's final project, she snapped, "Don't touch that!"

Red stilled, his hands placed on the sheet. He turned to fully look at her before, with a smirk, he ripped the sheet off, exposing the half-completed chopper.

Okay, perhaps half completed was a bit of an exaggeration. It was nothing more than a motor set in a frame. Still, all the wiring and mechanical parts of the motor had taken Dad forever, so while it didn't look like it, it did represent at least a quarter of the work done.

*Honk*, *beep* *honk-honk!*

They both looked towards the direction of the car horns, coming from the front yard.

"hun, wonder why they're honking?" Red asked, looking confused.

Y/n knew why he looked confused; this place was really isolated (one of the reasons Sara had trouble selling this place...Y/n was still the main reason though), surrounded by trees on all sides. Here, there was no such thing as 'random car noises'. If you could hear it, it was someone on the property, and if they were using the horn, they wanted someone specifically in the house.

Red shrugged, “if our bros need help, i’m sure sans and stretch have got it.”

Red looked back at her, “this-“ he waved a hand at the chopper, “this is what all the fuss was about?” Red chucked the cloth to the floor, "didn't realise you like motorcycles so much" Red glowered, "bet you loved seeing blueberry roll up on his."

She didn't get why he looked sour at the idea that she might have liked Blue's bike, but "I don't. There's just something about building something with your own hands-" She looked down at her own hands, remembering how Dad had tried explaining it to her. "-I always liked choppers because it's basically like clockwork; every piece is interwoven and connected to make a functioning whole."

Red shrugged, "so it's just an old style motorcycle, so what?"

"So what?!" She pointed to the motor, "you see that little red button? Press it while twisting that lever"

Red rolled his eyes but moved towards the chopper. After struggling to find the right lever, Red managed to turn on the motor, the motor coming to life as it idled.

He looked back at her unimpressed, to see her smiling. She gestured with her hand to rev the throttle lever. He did so, and the motor roared back, the glass panels in the workshop quivering from the sound pressure.

"That's the sound of some many mechanical parts working with each other" she yelled over the noise.

Red turned off the motor, stepping away from it. His back was turned to her, so she couldn't tell if he was still unimpressed or not. Whatever he was thinking, he was staring at Dad's chopper for a good long moment.

She coughed, startling Red out of whatever he had been thinking as he looked over his shoulder to see her, "You asked if I like motorcycles?" She smiled fondly, looking over at the chopper and remembering all the pleasant memories she had of this place. "In truth, what I had really enjoyed was sitting here, on this bench, and watching someone else who was passionate about doing what they loved."

Red, for whatever reason, suddenly looked...sad? His face definitely fell before he glanced away from her.

‘Maybe now was the time to play on his emotions?’

“Now, let me out of this jar, jerk!”

‘Perfect.’

Before he had a chance to reply-

*Honk*, *beep* *honk-honk!* *beep-beep* *hooonk!* *beeeep-beeeeep!*

"what the fuck is goin on out there?" Red cursed, grabbing her and the jar.

Again, the world shifted and Y/n found herself once again on the jar's floor, in the fetal position this time. When she could look up without the lights having a tracer, she saw that she and Red were in the main hall, staring at the front door.

"-didn't order-"

"Hello, I'm looking for 'Bonealicous?"

"look, that's funny but-"

"Delivery for 'Boning'."

"whatever it is, i don't want it!"

Or to be specific, a front door that was open wide with about a dozen humans teenagers in uniforms holding up fast food, and judging by the beeping horn sounds behind them, there were plenty more of them waiting. Sans and Stretch looked haggard as they attempted to talk to multiple surly teenage employees who weren't eager to hear that they didn't order or their excuses on why they weren't paying.

"what the fuck is goin' on here?!"

Red dumped her and the jar on a nearby tabletop, strolling towards the front door, his retreating back effectively blocking her sight of the front door, Sans and Stretch.

'Here's my chance!'

Turning around to her bag, she dug around till she found the dental floss. Measuring it out, she cut off a piece off and tied it around the pin's head. Pulling the other end of the floss string through the empty pen tube, she effectively made a flimsy spear.

With a strong gab off-centre, she tried to force the pin through the lid. The pin bounced back and she accidentally dropped the whole thing from the impact, the noise amplified as it clattered around and to the bottom of the jar. Panicking, she looked at the front door.

"'Broken bone', I'm looking for a 'Broken bone'."

"oh, you're about to get one if you don't clear off!"

With a sigh, she looked back up at the lid, seeing the dent she made. Aiming for it, she pressed the pin-spear hard against it. With a satisfying *Thuck*, the pin pushed through, spearing the lid.

" Which one of you is 'Bone Daddy'?"

"...are you coming on to me?"

Pressing on the empty pen tube, she used her weight to turn and twist the lid off. Holding onto the floss, she pushed the lid off, the pin and floss embedded in it allowing her to lower it gently to the ground without making any noise.

"I'm looking for a 'Boner'?"

"keep looking!"

Repacking her bag, Y/n pulled herself up and out of the jar. With a lurch, the jar toppled over and Y/n landed face first on the table top, the jar sliding off the table with a clatter.

‘So much for being quite.’ She thought bitterly. She quickly looked at the front door but relaxed after what she saw there.

At some point, the skeletons had realised that it was pointless to try to argue with teenagers, instead deciding to just pay them. Money was being exchanged between hands as the skeletons reluctantly forked out cash for unwanted food.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!!”

Edge’s voice bellowed behind everyone, the three brothers and the teenagers stilling.

"ALL OF YOU...GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, NOW!!!"

The teenagers scatted, food dropped as they all fled the house, many jumping over the fence and each other in the bid to get out as fast as humanly possible.

Edge stood in the middle of the path leading to the front door seething, Papyrus and Blueberry peering around him looking concerned and confused.

Y/n dove off the bench, running into the safety of the vent as Edge came marching in, Papyrus and Blueberry trailing after him.

“SANS! WHY ARE THERE HUMANS- WHY ARE YOU TWO PINK?!!”

“b-boss! i-i, e-r.”

Edge lifted Red up by the scruff of his jacket, “TELL ME YOU AT LEAST GOT YOUR ROOM DONE AND DIDN’T WASTE TIME ORDERING ALL OF THIS HUMAN FILTH AND DYING YOURSELVES PINK!!”

“easy edge, red didn’t order this food and we didn’t dye ourselves pink.”

Y/n, meanwhile, made her way out of the dining room vent and up the dining room's table, standing before a buffet of fast food selections. Some she knew, others not at all, but she quickly spotted her favourite pizza place's logo and moved towards it.

Red was dropped as Blueberry came over to look at his brother, frowning, “THEN WHAT HAPPENED?”

Stretch shrugged, “we’ve been having a sort of prank war with y/n. guess you can tell what her latest prank was.”

“WELL, DID YOU AT LEAST GET A CHANCE TO ORGANISE YOUR ROOMS?” Papyrus asked.

Sans rubbed the back of his neck, “sorry bro. we just didn’t get the chance today.”

Edge screeched, “NOT ONLY DID YOU DO NOTHING TODAY, BUT MADE YOURSELVES EVEN MORE HIDEOUS THAN YOU WERE THIS MORNING!?!”

"Hey!"

All eye lights focused on Y/n, who was grinning while holding up a slice. Taking a huge bite, she chewed with relish.

When her mouth was empty, she beamed up at the gathered skeleton family, " Tiba honest, this is my favourite pizza. What do you guys think?"


Next chapter is called: Frogiveness

Chapter Text

The first thing Y/n felt was a cool wetness on the side of her face as she lay on her arms, followed by an odd, rocking movement that was lulling her back to sleep, which she obliged. After yesterday's....well, she could do with a nice, quiet sleep in.

With a hand, she lazily wiped away the saliva trailing from her mouth, 'Oh man, drool. And a lot of it too, by the feel of it...crap.'

Normally, drool created an unpleasant, morning breath smell that would force her to flip the pillow or to switch arms. Today, strangely enough, all she could smell was a strong, cheesy smell and a faint, chemical smell the reminded her of her favourite water park.

'Chlorine.', her brain supplied.

'...since when does my drool smell like chlorine and cheese?'

With a start, she pushed up and away from her drool spot, only to collide head first with a hard surface above her, shaking the whole area around her.

"What the...?"

With one hand tracing the 'roof', Y/n finally took in her environment. It was a dark, square place, small with a very low roof. Her lay in the middle of this 'room' and light streamed in from odd holes in the roof. Looking up, she noticed the whole room was made out of this material that felt like it just might be cardboard.

Heart pounding now, she knew that, wherever she was, it proved two things:

The skeletons knew where she slept and she had been moved in her sleep.

Fully panicked, she tried to push the roof up. It budged but didn't give, something on one the edges was holding it in place.

Cursing that her bag was back in her room (wherever that was!) and standing as tall as she could, Y/n started when her movements shook the whole area violently, every step forwards wobbled and lurched the 'room', accompanied with wet squishy sound that forced Y/n to crawl to maintain stability.

'I'm balanced on water?....Chlorine! I'm in a cardboard box and I'm in a pool!'

The only thing that kept her calm was the knowledge that this wasn't a murder attempt. The box had holes, the floor was dry despite being in the water and no one would bother with any of this if they had discovered her secret area, not if killing her had been the aim.

'It's just a prank, it's just a prank.' She repeated to herself as she felt for the box's edge, looking for whatever was holding the roof to this side.

It was an extremely unfunny prank and she would kill the skeleton who did this, but it was just a prank...not a murder attempt.

Finding the cardboard grove that anchored one side to the roof, Y/n pushed it out, allowing herself enough space to force her way through the small hole pushing against the roof created.

Twisting and pulling herself up onto the box's lid, she noted that it was a pizza box. Not just any pizza box either; it was the box from last night, her favourite pizza joint.

Looking away for the ginning pizza logo with a glare, she noticed that she had been right about the pool. It was her pool actually; the pizza box was balanced on one of her body-boards she kept in the small pool shed, off to the side.

With a sigh of frustration, she realised that, unless she wanted to call out for help or wait for the dead skeleton who did this to her to show up, she was going to have to jump in.

"Fine then!"*Splash*

Her clothes were heavier than perhaps was wise for swimming (which she hadn't planned for last night when she had been putting on her pyjamas!)...and it had been awhile since she last swam, even before becoming a bitty, so she wasn't that good at it. Plus, while the pool was a decent size, to her, it was like crossing a lake. To distract herself from the monotonous trudge of swimming, Y/n focused on who the dead skeleton might be.

'The question is 'How did they find me?'. Could I have been followed after last night?'

Last night, Edge was angry at her and Papyrus and Blueberry had been disappointed (which had hurt...strangely enough. She hadn't meant to get them with her prank on their brothers). She had tried to spin it by making it seem like it was a 'human buffet', where they could sample the many different flavours, to mixed results. Stretch seemed on board with it, and his encouragements convinced Blueberry and Papyrus to embrace the idea. Sans had shrugged and sat down next to his brother (even as he avoided her eye). Edge had scoffed, till he saw a lasagna from the Italian place she knew. Then he sat down, proclaiming the "inferiority of this sub-par dish". She wasn't sure if anyone else got to try it. Red had pulled a bottle of mustard out of nowhere, slathering everything in it before eating.

Sitting there, watching Papyrus and Blueberry try to make small talk again while everyone else either avoided her eye or glared at her... yea, she left pretty quickly once everyone had settled in. Besides, it took her the rest of the night just to scrub the colour from her skin (her clothes would forever be tie-dyed), and she hadn't heard anyone approach the attic last night.

'Everyone had been at the table, and I used the vents to leave like I always do. Perhaps they used magic?'

She thought back on Red, the first time she had met him. The red-eyed dog skull that had scared her, that had followed her movements and appeared to shepherded her towards Red. It was fairly obvious that the dog-skull belonged to Red and if all the skeletons had that ability, they could have used one to follow her.

'But last time, the creature emitted a distinct red glow. No way I could have missed that in the dark ventilation system.'

Casting that idea aside, she thought instead about what might have changed yesterday that lead to being found out just recently.

'Red trapped me and touched Dad's things, Sans talked to me about family before banning me from my own basement and Stretch played games with me, right after he sent me a-'

"My phone!"

Stretch had her number! She had trusted the monster with her number and he had used it to locate her hidden room! He knew she didn't have her phone on her then, (the alert of the picture received hadn't sounded in her bag yesterday) cause it was up in her room!

'He probably noticed the lack of noise and figured that I kept my phone wherever I sleep!'

"That bastard! I trusted him!!"

Reaching the edge of the pool, she pulled herself out and run towards the house, not caring about anything but reaching Stretch.

~*~

" -RED DOESN'T WANT TO HELP, THAT'S OK!" Papyrus's cheerful voice echoed towards Y/n as she rushed towards the voices echoing back at her through the ventilation system.

"YEA! WE'VE GOT THIS!" Blueberry sounded further away, like he was calling out from a different room, "Y/N, BREAKFAST!!"

Y/n was close enough that she could hear Stretch's laugh and voice, "blue, leave y/n alone. if she's hungry, she's got her phone and our numbers. i'm sure she know she could text you if she needs anything."

"BUT I'M WORRIED ABOUT Y/N! WHAT IF BITTY ILLNESS IS-"

"STRETCH!!!"

Y/n ran and jumped out of the dining room vent, landing on the table in one go. The entire skeleton family jumped, startled by her sudden appearance and scream.

"Y/N, THAT WAS IMPRESSIVE! BUT YOU SHOULDN-"

Ignoring Papyrus, she ran over to Stretch's spot, kicking over his milk into his lap.

Before Stretch could stand up in bewilderment, Y/n lunged for him, clinging to his hoodie. She alternated between swinging her fits and kicking him while she clung to him. "How could you?! I trusted you, damn it! I TRUSTED YOU!!"

Horrible realisation stilled her.

"I trusted you" she whispered in horror.

She dropped to the table, the fight leaving her. She barely noticed that Stretch had his hands out, stopping the others.

She knew better, and yet she had trusted again. She hadn't tried to trust them, fighting every emotion of sympathy and care that cropped up, that silenced her instincts for distrust. Yet Stretch's betrayal........ hurts.

She crumpled, staring at disbelief at her hands that shook.

"heh, not a big fan of soggy pizza, eh?"

Slowly, Y/n raised her head, to look at Red staring at her at the end of the table.

"...you?" she said slowly.

'The Unknown caller.'

"YOU!" Anger burned away all her doubt and feelings of betrayal. She NEVER trusted Red!

"You!" she marched towards him, solely focused on his grin, "you had NO RIGHT entering my room!"

"you did what?"

Red ignored Sans, "why not?"

"Why not!?" she shrieked, "This is my house!"

"you had no problem with entering my room the other day" Red replied with a low growl.

"Are you really going to compare what you did to me this morning to my harmless pranks!?!"

Red stood up, growling down at her, "harmless? you have no fuckin idea."

She yelled up at him, a finger pointing up at him, "No, you have no fucking idea! You attacked me at my most vulnerable!"

"and what makes what you did so different from what i did?!" Red was yelling back now.

She gestured at herself, "Look at me! What threat am I to you?! Is being bigger and outnumbering me not enough, you also had to go for the one place I feel safe in my own home!?!"

"BUT Y/N, AREN'T YOU GETTING MAD AT RED FOR DOING TO YOU WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING TO HIM?"

Flabbergasted, she looked away from Red to stare at Papyrus's confused expression in disbelief, "what I've been doing!?"

All she had been doing was messing with his door handle and drawing on his faces while he...slept.

That stopped her.

"......What I've been doing....?" she said slowly, looking back at Red.

Then she saw signs she should have never missed, things that she had seen every time she looked into a mirror long after the funerals: deep shadows under his eyes, closed posture and fidgeting hands. How his eyes darted around the room and his constant movement like he was never comfortable. Even his anger she had misinterpreted as being angry for being pranked, but now...

Red entire demeanour yesterday and today bespoke a person feeling violated and resentment. God, what if that even explained why he entered Dad's workshop, bringing her along to see him messing with his stuff? As some sort of personalised revenge?

Edge broke the uncomfortable silence, startling Y/n out of her thoughts, "I DON'T CONDONE MY BROTHERS ACTIONS; IT'S DESPICABLE AND PATHETICALLY WEAK-" Red scowled, "-BUT FROM WHERE WE'RE FROM, MANY MONSTERS WERE DUSTED IN THEIR SLEEP."

"Dusted?"

Everyone but Edge and Red looked away, "IT MEANS KILLED. MONSTERS WERE KILLED IN THEIR SLEEP... AND QUITE FREQUENTLY TOO." Edge continued, posing, "IT'S ONE OF THE REASONS WHY I ONLY NEED TO SLEEP FOR THREE HOURS EVERY DAY. WOULDN'T WANT TO ENCOURAGE PITIFUL ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE AND HAVE TO WASTE MY TIME WITH SOME WRETCH."

Red growled, looking away.

Y/n felt a stab at pity for Edge and Red (unwontedly). What kind of place did they come from where you weren't even safe in your own bed? Did that explain this degree of a reaction from Red? HAD he felt safe, up until yesterday?

Taking a deep breath, she said slowly, "Okay, look. We need to agree to some boundaries" She looked around the room, making eye-contact with everyone, "All of us."

"such as?" Sans asked directly.

She took a long deep sigh, collecting herself before she continued, "I need to accept that you guys appear to have settled in for the long term and you're not planning to go anytime soon, correct?"

Everyone nodded, to varying degrees of enthusiasm.

She continued, "Then we need to agree to respect each other's personal space.  A sort of 'mutually assured destruction' thing where, if we continue pushing boundaries like this, we're going to keep escalating our conflicts until we're trying to hurt each other."

"I WOULD NEVER TRY TO HARM YOU Y/N!" Blueberry looked offended at the very idea while Papyrus nodded his agreement.

She smiled kindly at the sweet pair, before narrowing her eyes at Sans, "But I won't agree to anything unless I know what you have hidden in the basement."

She raised her hand, stopping his automatic response, "For all I know, you're doing something illegal or really dangerous down there. I need to know if you're turning my house into some sort of drug house or if we're all about to be blown up at any moment."

Stretch chuckled before he and everyone else looked to Sans, who appeared to be mulling over a few things. Finally, he met Y/n's eyes, "i'm trying to fix a machine. it's one-of-a-kind and highly advance experimental technology." He shrugged, "perfectly legal, and we've reinforced the basement to keep everyone safe up here. if fact, i'd say it makes for an excellent impromptu fallout shelter."

She held his stare for a while, before sighing, "You know that I need to see it, right?" She looked around at the room at large, "You should have asked, or at least explained the situation to me, why you need a lab in the first place. Instead-" she focused on Papyrus and Blueberry, sadden, "-you decided to go ahead anyway and keep quiet about it, even banning me in my own home."

"kid, i'm the one-"

"Don't try to cover for them, Sans. Everyone here knew and no one said anything to me."

'Guess I know where I stand then. Below whatever the hell this thing is.'

It wasn't a good feeling.

There was a long stretch of silence as everyone avoided everyone else' eyes, Papyrus and Blueberry in particular were in near tears and speechless for the first time she had known them.

Y/n backed away from Red, who slowly sat back down, and walked towards them, "Guys?"

They looked sadly back at her, "Y/N, I'M SORRY-" "I SHOULD HAVE-"

A small smile crept across her face as watched these two trying to apologize at the same time. Gently, she patted their gloved hands, startling them from their fumbled apologies.

"It'll be okay guys. We just need time...I need time."

She turned and looked at Stretch, "And I need to apologize to you Stretch. I shouldn't have assumed anything without asking you first." She looked away, frowning, "You know how I can get sometimes."

Stretch chuckled, looking down at his ruined hoodie, "i'll say." Then he looked up at her, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, "don't worry though, there's no use crying over spilled milk."

There was a pause.

"Pfffft, hahhhhah hah ha ha!"

Y/n clutched her sides, guffawing.

"Y/N! DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM" Blue huffed, half-heartedly

She nodded, trying to calm herself. Eventually, she was able to reduce her laughter to a huge smile, after Stretch winked at her of course, which she gladly returned.

Still smiling, she looked around the table, "Okay look, assuming that this machine, or whatever, is exactly what you guys are claiming it is, I have no problem with staying out of your rooms if you stay away from mine." She rubbed the back of her neck, "I'll knock on the vent's bars or something. I really shouldn't be barging in whenever I want anyway, not without your permission at least." "Guess I owe everyone an apology for that as well." She muttered. She met each skeleton's eye, ending with Red, "I'm sorry for entering your rooms without permission. I promise to do better from now on...if you promise to do the same for me."

Red stared back at her for a minute, before he grinned, looking over at Papyrus, "i'm in." Then he left, with his hands in his pockets and a secretive smile.

"In what?" she asked, suspicious.

Papyrus and Blueberry looked shifty, desperately trying to hide their guilty expressions and her stare.

Suddenly, Blueberry got an idea "AH! Y/N, YOU HAVEN'T HAD BREAKFAST YET!" He retched over and grabbed a plate stacked with different coloured pancakes. These colours weren't as vibrate as the coloured pancakes they made together, but he got an A+ for not burning down the kitchen....she hoped.

"SORRY THEY AREN'T THE DIFFERENT COLOURS WE HAD, BUT WE SEEM TO BE OUT OF FOOD DYE."

She laughed, "Oh, I'm sure I don't know why that might be the case- wait....then why are the pancakes different colours?"

Blueberry's smile grew, "I TRIED SOMETHING DIFFERENT! GO ON, TRY IT!"

Cautious, Y/n shrugged. After all, how badly can one mess up a simple recipe?

She ripped a piece off and popped it into her mouth.

There was a long moment of silence as every skeleton waited to see her reaction.

"Blue! What's have you done to these pancakes?!"

~*~

Claiming that bitties shouldn't be in wet clothes because it might shrink them further, Y/n rushed out with that excuse before Blueberry could offer a second pancake. After she told Sans she'd meet him at the basement door in 10 minutes, of course. For whatever reason, Blueberry and Papyrus seem to be focused on her health, asking her if she wanted more to eat. Although that might be a leftover effect from this morning's argument. Hopefully, whatever was the reason was didn’t persist; it was nice that they were concerned, but their tone could be a little condescending.

'And I thought yesterday was bad.' She thought with a sigh, climbing up to her room.

But it was all things that needed to be said, and she was glad that she had reached some sort of understanding with them. If they were all here for the long run, then certain rules and expectations had to be established, at some point anyway. Sure, things might be awkward now, but at least they were out in the open, and not hidden to fester into resentment.

She stilled at that thought, but quickly dropped it when she came out of the arctic's vent. Her room, hidden amongst all the boxes, looked fine from here. The ‘roof’, that kept her hidden from above hadn’t moved and none of the surrounding boxes looked like they had changed positions.

Glaring, knowing that despite its appearance, Red had known exactly where to look, she pushed past the cloth that acted as her door.

Inside, everything but the bed was exactly where she last saw it and nothing looked like it was missing. Even the bed hadn’t been moved that much, just off centre from where she knew it belonged, with the covers heaped on the floor.

‘It could have been so much worse. At least there isn’t any damage.’

Despite this small silver lining, it still meant she was faced with the decision to either accept that the skeletons were going to know where she lived or to move to another location.

“Damn it.” she muttered angrily.

‘At least this happened before water day. That would have been an added pain.’

Rolling her eyes, she quickly grabbed her last clean clothes, knowing that tomorrow had to be water day and washing clothes day as well.

Once she changed and grabbed her bag, she turned to her room one last time, considering; to move or stay?

~*~

Y/n approached the hall’s vent, to see Sans standing below her, looking uncomfortable.

“I’m here.”

Sans’s attention snapped to her, his grin tense, “sure kid.”

She jumped out, landing just in front of him.

He lowered himself, looking down at her, “so y/n, um, how do you want to do this?”

She shrugged, “I’ll follow you and you’ll show me why I need permission to enter my own basement.” There was a hardness to her tone and she didn’t care. She may have an understanding with the skeletons now, but Sans had been the one to say that to her yesterday. Whether or not he was just the family mouthpiece, she didn’t much care.

Sans sighed, “i meant, how do you plan to see everything down there?”

She considered her options, trying to think of an alternative to the obvious and only answer looming over her.

“kid, i- i promise you’re safe with me.” He laughed bitterly, “i hope my actions at least support that much.”

They did, when she considered them objectively. She nodded, reluctantly.

Placing his hand on the ground, Sans watched as Y/n moved slowly onto his hand, her tremors barely present as she moved more securely onto his palm. Standing, he turned to the door and opened it with one hand. A light was turned on (Y/n guess with magic because Sans’s hand didn’t move to the switch) and they descended the stairs. When they stood before the heavy metal door, they both looked at the number pad that was covered with a locked protective case.

Sans rubbed the back of his neck, while she scoffed, “What, you think that I could reach that?” She looked away, “Besides, we both know you’ll change the password as soon as we’re done here.”

“that wasn’t-“ Sans sighed, lifting her to his eye level, “i was thinking how i need both my hands, actually.”

“Oh”, she looked away, “Sorry.”

Sans chuckled, “it’s okay kid, i don’t blame you.” He looked back to the door, “and that’s why we’re here, to understand each other and come to some sort of an understanding.”

Shocked, she stared at him for a while, before smiling, “Hey, I could just ride on your shoulder?”

Sans looked surprised, a small smile pulling back on his perma-grin before it fell again. He chuckled sadly, “this doesn’t count” he muttered to himself.

“What doesn’t count?”

“kid, you sure about this?” he asked, looking intently at her.

“Of course. It's the only way you can properly show me around.”  She grinned, before she thought about what he might be trying to get at, “That is, if I can?”

Sans nodded, lifting her to his shoulder, where she nimble stepped off. They stood there quietly for a moment. It felt weird being this close to his face, to feel a slight heat coming from his skull. She found standing on him hard to do, so after a brief internal debate and a quick look at him, she sat instead, steadying herself on his shoulder using her hands.

“okay then.” Sans unlocked the case, entered a 9-digit code and the door swang open, surprising her with how easily it did so, considering how heavy it looked. “well, here we are.” He chuckled, “lab, sweet lab.”

The room was filled with the type of organised chaos that would have been at home in a mad scientist’s workshop. A huge, hulking thing stood in the centre of the room, covered completely from view, while the walls were lined with a series of workbenches and absolutely covered in tools. Some she recognised, others she knew were entirely unique, probably designed by the skeletons themselves. Boxes sat in odd places, likely still filled with things yet unpacked.

‘Oh look, there’s the evil supercomputer, to fit into the mad scientist theme.’, she thought with a smile.

On the far side of the room stood massive banks of humming, whirling computer servers. Monitors lined that side of the room, with a huge one at the centre. These monitors appeared to be mounted on robotic arms too. For what purpose, she didn’t know.

The thing that unnerved her was all the cameras. There were too many of them for this one room, each on a robotic arm with optical lenses. If the lights on them were anything to go by, they were currently off, but she didn’t like how many of them seemed to be pointing at the front entrance, at her. Was she going crazy or were more of them looking towards her than before?

‘That just paranoia speaking. No lights, no power, so stop worrying about it and pay attention.’

“How did you manage all of this?” she asked, when internally she wondered, ‘How did I not hear any of this?’

Sans smiled, moving to open a random box. Inside, it was filled with scraps of foam, the really heavy, professional-duty type.

“Ah.” Now that she knew what she was meant to be listening for, she could hear how the air had a subtle, muffled quality to it. “But how did I not see you guys bring this stuff in?"

“stretch, red and i just teleported all this stuff in.” He shrugged, “it’s why you haven’t seen us in the last couple of days.”

That did explain it… might also explain why one of the moving vans was parked off to the side on the day they moved in; they weren't ready to unload all of this yet. Besides, what did distance mean to people who can teleport?

Sans closed the box, moving towards the huge thing in the middle of the room. He placed a hand on it, thoughtful. “this, this is the machine that I’m trying to fix. with stretch and red’s help too, of course.”

"What is it meant to do?" she asked, awed.

Sans didn't say anything for a while, before he turned to face her, "why were you living in this large house by yourself y/n?"

She looked away quickly.

"we all have secrets we keep to ourselves. secret reasons that can be painful to us and to others, if they were ever found out." He looked back at the machine, "sara told me that the last known record of the previous owners of this places dates back three years. that means, for three years, you were that owner. living here alone."

He sighed deeply, "i'll answer that question, if you must know." She could feel his hands clench through his hoodie "after all, it's my mistake that I'm really trying to fix with this machine."

She watched Sans passively, saw how driven he became when he talked about fixing past mistakes and painful secrets.

'I can understand that... and I don't want to know, not like this.'

She patted the side of Sans's head, pulling him from his thoughts, "Can you put me down there?" she pointed to the closest workbench.

After he raised and lowered his hand so that she could jump off him and stand on the workbench, she turned to stare up at him, hands on her hips.

"Do you swear, that whatever you're doing, is safe? That this won't hurt anyone?"

Sans flinched, looking back at the machine for a long time.

Eventually, he turned back, "i swear."

Y/n nodded, “ok then, keep your secrets.” She looked away, “I know a thing or two about painful pasts and not wanting people to pry.”

Sans returned her small smile, “thank you, y/n”

She nodded and they both fell into a thoughtful silence.

One day, these guys might share their secrets with her willingly….and she might be inclined to share as well. But today was too raw, all of this was too new…for both of them.

“when i said that it was important that you asked for permission-“, She looked up quickly to see Sans rubbing the back of his neck, “what I should have said was that this-“ he gestured to the machine behind him, “-is experimental work with highly concentrated magic components and advance scientific theories, and if you sneak in or touch something without anyone know about it…there’s no telling what might happen.”

She nodded, “And asking for permission?”

Sans looked away, “forget about that, okay? just understand that this place can be dangerous, especially if no one is expecting you.” He looked back at her, “dangerous for everyone here, not just you.”

“And asking me for permission, for all this being allowed here?”

Sans meet her stare, his grin pulling down at the corners, “don’t ask me that from me y/n, please.” He sighed, looking back at the machine, “this is really important. so important that i can’t risk asking and having you say no.”

“And you know what the worst part about all this is?”

He shook his head sadly. She sighed, “if you had explained what you just did to me before yesterday, I probably would have said yes.” She looked at the machine, “But you can’t risk me saying no, even now.”

It was an uncomfortable truth.

“so, have you seen enough?” Sans asked, awkwardly.

She smiled, “Oh I doubt that. But I have seen enough to know you’re not lying to me, and I can trust that you’re not doing anything illegal or dangerous.” She laughed, “Well, nothing deliberately dangerous anyway.”

Sans chuckled, “gotta give ya that kid.” He offered his hand, “ready to go back?”

She was, so she nodded, hopping back on to his offered hand. She expected him to move her to his shoulder, but he kept her in his hand, watching her.

Looking away from his stare, she looked back at the machine, thinking about all that Sans had shared with her, both with his words and his silence.

“Sans?”

He stopped, curious again.

Still looking at the machine, she said quietly, "I can understand wanting to fix a past mistake, and wanting to do so without anyone knowing what you're mistake was.” She looked at him, serious, “I think you should ask me for permission now.”

She waited.

“y/n, can i use the basement as my laboratory?"

She waited longer, staring intently at him.

“Yes.”

~*~

"Y/N! SANS!"

They stared at Papyrus on the floor, who had fallen backwards the moment they had opened the basement door.

"er, bro, you okay?"

Papyrus looked away from Y/n's concerned look to jump up, with a bold laugh.

"BUT OF COURSE! I WAS MERELY, UM, CHECKING TO SEE IF YOU WERE OKAY!"

They stood there, staring at his pointing finger.

"So, um-" she started.

"ARE YOU OKAY?" he asked in a loud, slow voice, winking even more slowly at Sans.

Sans smiled, "sure am bro." He nodded his head towards Y/n, "we've just had a long discussion and i think we better understand each other now.”

She nodded in agreement.

“IS SHE FEELING OKAY? SHE’S NOT TOO HOT OR TOO COLD IS SHE? OH, I WISH HUMAN BODIES COULD JUST DECIDE IF THEY WANTED TO BE HOT OR COLD ALREADY!”

Sans laughed while all she could do was stare at Papyrus in absolute confusion.

She finally asked, “what’s going on? Why are you so concerned about my health all a sudden?”

“YOUR TEXT MESSAGE TO BLUE THIS MORNING. HAVE YOU ALREADY FORGOTTEN?” Before she could say anything, Papyrus brought both of his hands up to his face, a look of dread coming over him, “OH SANS! HER MEMORY IS ALREADY FAILING HER!” He pulled out his phone, dialling a number, “I’M GOING TO CALL ALPHYS RIGHT NOW! SHE’LL KNOW WHAT TO DO!”

Sans placed a hand over Papyrus screen, drawing his attention to him, “bro, relax. she’s fine, look.”

Sans lifted her up to Papyrus for a closer inspection, while Y/n, still thoroughly confused, tried to give her best’ I’m not sick’ look.

“HMMM, WELL, SHE DOES APPEAR TO BE OKAY” He stood up, “WE’LL HAVE TO KEEP AN EYE ON HER THOUGH.” He cupped his hands, calling out, “BLUEBERRY!!”

Blueberry came rushing down, “WHAT IS -?" Then he spotted her, "- IS THAT Y/N?”

He leapt over the stair’s railings, landing right next to Papyrus.

Y/n gasped, “Blue! Are you-“

Blueberry grabbed Sans's hand holding her, pulling it closer to him for an inspection. Sans made a “what the-?” complaint as he was dragged forward.

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH Y/N?!” He pulled out his phone, “I’M GOING TO CALL UNDYNE RIGHT NOW! SHE’LL KNOW WHAT TO DO!”

“Guys, stop!”

Blueberry froze in mid-dial, suddenly sad for some reason, while Papyrus looked away from his phone, a website of home remedies pulled up on his screen. Y/n was in a state of shell shock, completely at a loss to what she could have done that gave any indications that she was sick.

Sans took a deep breath, before he looked over at Y/n, “she isn’t sick guys. right y/n?”

“Right” she waved a hand at the two eccentric skeletons, “Why do you think I’m sick?”

Blueberry’s eyes watered, “HER POOR MEMORY” he whispered. Papyrus nodded solemnly.

“Please just answer the question” she sighed.

Blueberry played around with his screen, eventually showing her a text message stream.

Little Miss: Hey Blue, I’m not feeling so well this morning and I won’t be joining you for our cooking lesson this morning.

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: OH NO! ARE YOU OKAY? SHOULD I CALL FOR A DOCTOR?

Little Miss: No, I’ll be fine.

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: ARE YOU SURE? I COULD ALWAYS CARRY YOU HERE!

Little Miss: I said that I’m fine. Just need to rest. Don’t text me anymore, cause I need the sleep.

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: OF COURSE! YOU GO AND GET PLENTY OF SLEEP. I’LL CALL YOU WHEN BREAKFAST IS DONE, OKAY?

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: IS THAT OKAY?

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: I’M GOING TO ASSUME YOU’RE SLEEPING

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: ARE YOU SLEEPING?

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: YOU'RE PROBABLY SLEEPING

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: SORRY ABOUT ALL MY TEXTS. I HOPE THEY’RE NOT KEEPING YOU AWAKE

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: OKAY, I’M GOING TO STOP NOW

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: I FORGOT TO TELL YOU WE’RE HAVING PANCAKES

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: HOPE THAT’S OKAY

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: YOU KNOW BECAUSE YOU’RE SICK

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: PAPS SAYS IT SHOULD BE FINE

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: AND TO STOP TEXTING YOU

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: OKAY, STOPPING NOW.

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I’M STARTING TO COOK NOW. I SURE WISH YOU WERE HERE THOUGH.

THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY: OH NO! MY PHONE IS GETTING TAKEN AWAY FRO

She looked up, now angry again, “Blue, I didn’t send any of those messages. I was in the middle of the pool this morning. This has to be Red.”

“I WAS WONDERING WHY YOU WERE DRIPPING! GOOGLE SAID IT WAS BECAUSE HUMANS SWEAT WHEN THEY GET SICK.”

“Not that much!”

She sighed looking between the two concerned skeletons, “Look, I’m fine, okay?”

Neither one of them looked convinced, casting disbelieving glances at each other, like she couldn't see them right in front of her!

“come on bro, let's play a few rounds while we wait for lunch and everyone else to finish setting up their rooms?” Stretch came down, a lollipop stick between his teeth.

Blueberry huffed, “IT’S JUST SANS THAT NEEDS TO DO HIS ROOM. EVERYONE ELSE IS DONE ALREADY.”

“YES!” Papyrus rounded on Sans, “WE NEED TO BE EXTRA FAST IF WE HOPE TO BE FINISHED IN TIME FOR LUNCH TODAY.”

Sans smiled, “with you there? we’ll be done in no time.”

Papyrus beamed, “I’M GOING TO GET STARTED RIGHT NOW” he turned and bolted for the stairs.

“we’ll see you for lunch y/n” Stretch said, dragging his brother out of the room with him.

“Y/N! TEXT ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING…ACTUALLY, TEXT ‘I AM NOT RED’ FIRST, THEN TEXT ME!”

Once they were gone, Sans and Y/n shared a sigh.

“want me to talk to red?"

She looked up to see Sans looking quite seriously at her.

She shook her head, “No, I really need to talk him myself.” She narrowed her glare; “We’ve got a few things to sort out.”

‘If I can handle Edge, talking to Red should be easy enough.’

Sans nodded, lifting her to the vent with his magic. Once she was safely in the vent he asked, “would you like to have my number then?” She looked at him, ready to say no, not after this morning anyway, but he continued, “i still owe you and if you ever need my help with anything, you can just give me a call.”

It was a generous offer, and she did have to remind herself that is was only Red that had abused having her number so far.

‘Besides, if I leave my phone on silent, it shouldn’t be an issue..right?’ She thought back to the lab, back to the supercomputers. Anyone capable of building that probably had no trouble tracking a phone signal.

‘Anyone capable of building that probably has about a hundred ways of tracking me, not to mention that they are all magical with who knows what capabilities.’

Resigned, she relented and nodded. Sans pushed up his phone to her and she quickly added her details to it. She returned his phone, a small smile on his face as he looked over her details. She turned to leave and confront Red, somewhere above her.

"and y/n?" She turned to look back at Sans, "i'm sorry for banning you and not asking about the lab first."

She nodded, "It would have been nice if we had trusted each other from the beginning-"

"but we didn't know that we could " Sans finished for her.

She smiled, "Hindsight is always 20/20"

Sans returned her small smile.

She winked at him, cocking her finger, "See ya around Boner."

Sans spluttered, quickly vanishing from the spot, but not before she saw the blue across his cheeks

'I could get used to making skeletons blush.' she grinned.

~*~

After having an internal debate over the value of pursuing this, Y/n found herself looking at the closed bars leading to Red’s room. With a sigh, she knocked on them, and waited.

And waited.

She knocked again

“if I told you to leave, would ya?”

“I would, but I’d just come back later.”

There was a chuckle, “come on in then, if yer must.”

Y/n pushed open the bars and slide past.

Red was laying on his bed, playing around with his phone. He didn’t pay attention to her, not even as she climbed up his desk.

“Okay, we need to talk.”

Red chuckled, “what are we, dating?”

She folded her arms, “You went too far today and yesterday for payback over some simple pranks.”

Red closed his phone, pushing himself up, “i could give two fucks over yer petty pranks.” He shrugged, “funny is funny, and I can appreciate a good laugh.”

“Then what the hell was yesterday and this morning about?”

“that was about makin one thing clear.” He made his way off the bed, leaning down and lowering his face inches from hers, “stay the hell away from my personal space and keep yer bitty ass out of my things.” He narrowed his gaze, “same goes for edge too.”

Suddenly, Blueberry burst into the room, “RED! WE’RE HAVING LEFTOVERS FOR LUNCH AND- OH! Y/N’S HERE TOO!” He beamed, “GREAT! Y/N, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO CARRY YOU DOWN FOR LUNCH?”

He either did notice the tense atmosphere or ignored it. Just behind him, she saw Papyrus and Sans walking past, discussion a ban on trash tornados or something.

“Actually Blue, I’m going to skip lunch today.” She looked over at Red with a glare.

“BUT Y/N! YOU SHOULD NEVER-“

“Blueberry!” That stopped him, “I said no. Thank you for asking.”

Blueberry stood there in absolute shook, before his face fell. “OKAY Y/N, I’M SORRY I ASKED” he said in a low voice

“That’s not-“ she growled in frustration, “I’m sorry for snapping, okay Blue?”

He nodded, entirely unconvinced, before he closed the door quietly behind him.

“harsh.”

She rounded on Red, “You-“

He vanished.

‘No, he teleported.’ she corrected herself, remembering yesterday.

“Asshole!” She yelled into an empty room.

Well, if he thought he could get out of talking to her just because he wasn’t here, then he had another thing coming! She was going to sit here till he came back, even if she had to wait all day!

With a huff, she sat down, arms crossed. Idly, she looked around the room, noting the changes since she last saw it packed with boxes.

The room, like Edge’s, was fairly devoid of personal items. A simple bookshelf with a few books sat on the opposite side of the room, although she had trouble reading the titles from here. From what she could read, most of them were either joke books or about astronomy. His bedside table still had that clock of his and the room smelled faintly of smoke, which surprised her as she had only seen Stretch smoke so far. There hung a leash at the back of his door, which she had trouble keeping her eyes off. She had always thought that Red’s collar was just an edgy necklace, not a possible functioning one! Ripping her eyes from it, she looked instead at where she sat. The desk itself had another high-end laptop and little else. Just the computer, some stationery and Red’s phone.

‘Red’s phone?’

Curious, she approached it. She automatically stretched out an arm towards it, before she stopped herself. She had just promised to respect their personal space, and although she could debate just how deserving Red was of that respect (particularly after she just found out he had touched her phone), she kept her promises. So, until Red invaded her space again, she’d stay out of his.

Didn’t stop her from kicking it though, as she turned to sit back down.

“i see that you do have some self-control.”

Startled, Y/n jumped violently, a small squeak escaping her as she spun around to see Red standing off to the side of his desk.

He laughed at her startled expression, her chest heaving as her heart tried to regain its normal rhythm, “what? don’t get why yer so surprised. this is my room after all.”

He grabbed his phone before he sat down at on his bed, and she could see that he had brought along several slices of pizza on a plate. She recognised it as the pizza she had last night.

“Yea!” she retorted angrily, “Which you left me here to go and feed yourself!”

He shrugged, “you may not want lunch, but doesn’t mean i’m not hungry.”

He chomped onto a slice, hypnotising Y/n as she watched how his sharp teeth sliced easily through all the layers, her mind briefly wondering just how he swallowed without a tongue or a neck.

“what?”

Shaking herself out of her daze, she looked up to see him smugly grinning at her, like he could tell exactly what she had been thinking. Blushing, she looked away.

Ignoring her flushed cheeks, she asked, “You really expect me to believe that today and yesterday had nothing to with revenge? That is was all because I entered your room?”

Red shrugged, food still in his mouth, “ya can believe what you want.”

“So does that mean if I stay out of your room, you’ll stay out of mine?”

Red put aside the plate, leaving a stare at her, “nothin I say or promise will make you believe me. Know how I know that? Cause it goes the exact same for me.”

They started at each other for a long time.

“Stay out of my room and my dad’s workshop.” She stated simply.

Red started, “yer dad’s workshop?”

She narrowed her eyes, “You know, that place you were messing with me yesterday? Isn’t that why you took me there? To get a rise out of me by forcing me to watch you playing with things my dead parent valued in life?”

“i didn’t know about yer dead father!” he growled at her.

“And I didn’t know that monsters constantly got killed in their sleep from where you’re from!” She looked away, “Otherwise I would never have pranked you while you slept. I’m not completely heartless you know.”

She sighed, raising her hands to stop his response, “Look, this isn’t why I came here. We’ve both done things to each other that, frankly, crossed the line. What I’m here for is to make sure that, if we’re forced to live here together, we aren’t at each other's throats." When Red didn’t respond, she added, “For both our sakes.”

Red laughed, “so what yer askin for is a truce?”

“Exactly” She smiled, “A sort of do-over, if we can?” She extended a hand, "My name is Y/n, and I can be a little shit to people who annoy me."

He stared at her for a long time, before he raised himself off his bed and sat down at the desk, placing the now empty plate off to the side. He raised a sharp pinkie finger at her, “the name's red, and i can be a bit of a dick at times.”

She shook the offered pinkie with a small smile, “Hi Red, it's nice to meet you under better circumstances and-” she looked seriously at him, “-I promise to stay out of your room if you stay away from mine.”

He nodded, then grinned, “well, it’s a start.”

“RED! YOU BETTER NOT BE NAPPING IN THERE!”

The door banged open, with Edge towering in the doorway. He briefly met Y/n’s eyes, before he focused on Red, “YOU MAY HAVE SKIPPED LUNCH, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN SKIP HELPING WITH THE BACKYARD!”

“o-of course not boss. wouldn’t dream of it!” Y/n struggled to keep her face expressionless, even as a small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

Edge glowered at the pair, before he turned on his heel and left briskly.

Red rubbed the back of his head, “guess I need to go”, he looked over at Y/n, “want me to carry ya downstairs? save ya the trip?”

She looked away, “No. we may have an understanding and our truce, but you're still the monster that trapped me multiple times now.” She met his eyes, “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust you enough to carry me, not without fearing that you’re going to trap me again.”

“right” He looked away quickly, but not before she saw a brief flash of hurt and regret passing over his features. He moved towards his bedroom door, stopping to mumble, “see ya outside then” before he closed the door behind him.

~*~

Skipping lunch normally wasn’t that big of a deal for her, but after this morning’s ‘breakfast’, it was starting to wear on her. However, she had offered Dad’s tool and equipment, and after yesterday with Red, she needed to be there watching them.

Gliding to the workshop, she saw that the skeletons had been busy while she had been talking to Sans and Red. The backyard had plenty of new materials laying in designated spots. She could only guess that they had come from the moving vans, which Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge had taken to go shopping with yesterday.

Actually, the three skeletons in question were standing outside in the yard, by the workshop while their brother lounged on the paddock. Landing on the workshop's roof, Y/n considered what they might do if she said she had changed her mind about letting them borrow equipment.

‘They’d probably accept it and go waste money by buying new stuff, all the while they told me they understood while looking sad that I didn’t trust them.’

Grimacing at that perspective, she called out, “Over here guys!”

All the skeletons turned to watch her jumping from the roof to a convent window ledge beneath her. Sans, Stretch and (after some hesitation) Red moved away from the paddock to stand with their brothers by the workshop and Y/n.

“Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY?”

She started to respond, till she noticed that only Papyrus had asked. Looking over at Blueberry, she saw that he still looked downtrodden.

“I’m fine Papyrus.” she mumbled, looking away from Blueberry's sad expression to Papyrus's bright one. She pushed open the window, “Come on in guys.”, before she walked through to the other side.

Once they were all inside, she watched them looking around in curiosity, touching and lifting equipment and tools, judging their worth and application. Blueberry even lighted up as he looked at the uncovered, half-completed chopper. She took a deep breath, ‘They’re just things, they’re just tools.’

With a hand gesture, she showed them where different equipment, tools and utilities were, inviting them to take what they needed on the condition that, “They be looked after and returned safely.”

They agreed, taking multiple items with them as they left. And still, Blueberry wouldn’t meet her eye.

‘Well, I’m not having that, not today!’

“Blueberry!” she called to him as he passed her outside on the window ledge, eyes on the ground.

He flinched, looking back at her, “Y-YES?”

Her heart and face fell. She really could do with a pep-up, especially today, and he thought she was mad at him? Never!

…okay, but never for long.

“Blueberry, I’m sorry okay!” she blurted out.

She rubbed her arm, “I’ve just had a really intense morning, and I know that isn’t an excuse, but I didn’t mean to snap at you, and-” She took a deep breath, “I’m just sorry”, she finished lamely.

“YOU’RE NOT MAD AT ME?” he asked in disbelief.

“No of course not. I'm madder at myself than you.”

Next thing she knew, she had been picked up and smooshed to the side of a cheekbone, the outside yard spinning around in a blur of colours.

“YOU’RE NOT MAD AT ME! Y/N’S NOT MAD AT ME!"

Stretch called out from the distance, “told you bro!”

He stopped spinning her, holding her up to the sun with both hands. Not that she recognised any of this, what with the whole world still spinning.

“Y/N! I’M SO SORRY! I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO YOU!  BUT I WAS WORRIED THAT YOU HADN’T EATEN MUCH AT BREAKFAST, AND YOU WERE SKIPPING LUNCH AND PAPYRUS SAID NOT TO WORRY, BUT I DID AND THEN YOU WERE MAD AT ME AND-“

“Blue! It’s okay, I get it” she patted his hands, smiling down at the beaming skeleton.

He gently placed her back on the window ledge, still beaming, “ARE YOU FEELING OKAY? DID YOU HAVE ANYTHING FOR LUNCH YET?”

She sighed, smiling, “Blue, there’s nothing wrong with me, okay? It was just a text that Red sent from my phone, remember? And I’m good until dinner.”

“BUT Y/N! YOU SHOULD REALLY EAT SOMETHING!”

“How about I promise to have a big meal tonight, okay?” She shrugged, “Besides, tomorrow should be back to normal and we can go back to our cooking lessons” ‘back to edible breakfast’ she grinned. Blueberry may be one of the sweetest people on the planet, but nothing could make those horrible pancakes tolerable!

Blueberry gasped, “THAT’S RIGHT!” He grinned, “OKAY Y/N, I’M GOING TO HOLD YOU TO THAT PROMISE.” He waggled a finger at her, “AND YOU BETTER EAT EVERYTHING ON YOUR PLATE. PROMISE?”

She smiled gently, “Promise.”

Blueberry beamed once again, “GOOD THEN.” He brightened, “WANNA COME WITH ME? YOU CAN RIDE ON MY SHOULDER?”

She laughed. Knowing how energetic he was just walking, she was sure that sitting on Blueberry this happy wouldn’t be unlike trying to sit on a bucking bull ride. Besides, she like sitting here, watching everyone. So she declined.

He looked pessimistic, but brightened again quickly, “IF YOU GET BORED, JUST CALL OUT, OKAY?”

She nodded, and he left with a final wave goodbye.

“PATHETIC.”

She turned to see Edge scowling.

When he saw that she was watching him, he scoffed, “YOU HAVE LITTLE TO NO SELF RESPECT, LETTING HIM AND OTHERS TREAT YOU LIKE SOME SORT OF WEAK PET.”

He turned to leave.

“Wait a minute!”

He cast a look back at her over his shoulder. She crossed her arms, “They do not treat me like a pet!”

Edge laughed, turning to face her fully, “ARE YOU NOT CAPABLE OF LOOKING AFTER YOUR OWN HEALTH?”

“Of course I am!”

“DID YOU ASK THE OTHERS TO LOOK AFTER YOU, TO MAKE SURE YOU GOT YOUR MEALS, LIKE A GOOD PET?”

“No”, she said slowly.

With a final smirk, his point made, he turned to leave.

“Hey wait!” She jumped off the ledge, marching towards him. He stood there, smirking still, waiting for her to approach him. “How is them treating me like a pet any worse than you treating me like vermin?”

“VERMIN!” he growled, “NO OPPONENT WORTHY OF THE TERRIBLE PA-ER EDGE IS MERE VERMIN!” He looked genuinely offended at that claim.

She shrugged, “Vermin or pet, I’ll go with the safer option and with the people who treat me nicer.”

Edge laughed, “IF ALL YOU WANT IS ‘NICER’, THEN GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE! LET THEM TREAT YOU LIKE A WELL PAMPERED PET.” He lowered himself to the ground, looming over her, “IF YOU WANT TO BE TREATED AS SOMEONE WORTHY OF RESPECT, AS AN EQUAL, COME FIND ME.”

With that, he rose and left, without so much as a backwards glance.

Y/n stared after him, watching him make his way towards the area she knew would eventually be the duelling area.

‘Anyone else would have offered to carry me. I wouldn’t have needed to ask.’

With that thought, she moved to follow him.

It took her a long time, and by the time she managed it, he was well into building a sturdy dummy, with a base hole already dug deep into the ground. As he lifted and moved to place a massive log into the hole, Y/n climbed up the dummy’s body materials that lay just off the side.

“You’ve never respected me or treated me like an equal.”

“IF YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT WHEN WE FIRST MET, THEN OF COURSE NOT.”

He dropped the heavy log into the hole, turning to her while he dusted his gloves. He smiled down at her, “RESPECT MUST BE EARNED, AND NOT EVERYONE IS CAPABLE OF BEING MY EQUAL.”

She crossed her arms, “So what’s different now.”

He moved his hands to his hips, “NOW I LISTEN TO WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY AND SUFFER THROUGH ASININE CONVERSATIONS OVER THINGS THAT SHOULD BE PAINFULLY OBVIOUS. NOT UNLIKE THIS ONE.”

“More like that's just common courtesy, which you appear to suck at.”

“NO.” He leaned in closer to her, “COMMON COURTESY IS WHAT YOU DO TO STRANGERS, WHEN YOU REALLY DON’T CARE WHAT THEY HAVE TO SAY, BUT WANT TO CREATE THE ILLUSION THAT YOU DO. TREATING YOU WITH RESPECT, AS AN EQUAL, MEANS I’LL TELL YOU MY HONEST OPINION, CALL YOU OUT WHEN YOU DO SOMETHING IDIOTIC AND LEAVE YOU TO LOOK AFTER YOUR PITIFUL SELF...UNLIKE SOME.”

He waved a dismissal hand at her as he went off to fetch a shovel, “IF I DIDN’T SEE YOU AS AN EQUALLY, AS A WORTHY OPPONENT, THEN WHY WOULD I BOTHER WASTING MY TIME POINTING OUT THE OBVIOUS FACT THAT THE OTHERS TREAT YOU LIKE YOU ARE INCAPABLE?”

He…he actually had a point. The massive jack waggon actually had a valid point. And sure, there were about a hundred different ways he could have said it (each guaranteed to be politer than his speech just then), but the fact was, if he didn’t see her as someone worthy of talking to, he wouldn’t bother. The little she knew about him proved that.

With a smirk, she jumped off the dummy’s body, making her way to the back of Edge’s boots as he shoved the dirt into the hole. She made it halfway up his back before he noticed her.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

Pulling herself up, she sat on his shoulder, chuckling at his expression (which was priceless), “Edge, you know that there’s a big difference between being treated as a pet and equity, right?"

She gestured at herself on his shoulder, “I call this levelling the playing field, my worthy opponent.”

She grinned back at his frozen expression for a long time, till someone coughed in the distance. With a violent jerk, Edge twisted his head around, both of them becoming aware that the rest of the household was staring at them. Edge’s cheeks turned bright red, casting a glow on her skin.

“Edge, are you-?“

He brought up his hand to her, “GET OFF ME!”

She jumped quickly onto his hand, not realising straight away that she was oddly okay with doing so. All she could focus on was Edge and how he wouldn’t look at her or the other skeletons, who were still staring.

Thinking about it more, she realised that she had just climbed up his shoulder without permission, and after all the drama this morning too. How was she any better now?

“Edge, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have climbed up without asking you first.”

He looked sharply at her, “THAT’S NOT-“ he stopped himself, looking away with a muttered curse.

“No, I get it. I’ll just go then. Again, I’m sorry.” She turned and prepared to jump off.

“WAIT!”

She turned to see his other hand raised, a single claw out. Almost like he was going to stroke her hair or something.

“Edge? She asked confused and worried.

He clenched his hand, looking away, now with a brighter glow covering his cheeks than before. With a brisk stride, he moved towards the dummy, dumping her back onto its body. Before anyone could say anything else, he was striding away, yelling to no one in particular “I’M GOING TO GO WORK ON THE GARAGE, NO ONE DISTURB ME!”

Then he rounded the house and was gone.

‘What was that all about?’

She looked to see all the skeletons looking at her with varying degrees of disappointment.

"Look, I'm sorry! I promise I won't climb up without permission again!" she called out. Their expressions didn't exactly lighten up, many of them only returned a strained smile before returning back to their own projects.

Well, if they were going to be like that, then she was going to go away and do something else then! She cast her eyes to the old apple tree by the pond. A juice apple would make for a great treat, plus she could watch them from the branches.

With that plan, she made her way to the tree, ignoring the few glances thrown her way when the skeletons thought she wouldn't notice.

~*~

Looking up at the tree, she realised that, while her younger, taller self had no trouble climbing it, she was going to need tools.

With a huff, she pulled off her bag and dug around, looking for her second pin.

*Thlip*

“Ommpff! What the…?”

A weird, slimy pink thing had hit her back, encasing her sides and arms. Whatever it was, it was tough and rubbery to the skin, sort of like a tong-

With a gut-wrenching sensation, Y/n flew backwards like she had just been attached to a stretched-out bungee-cord.  Her head and the back of her legs collided hard with something that was also covered in slime while the rest of her body was dragged into yawning hole, the thing at her back trying to pull in the rest of her.

‘A mouth! I’m being eaten!!'

“HELP!!!” She screamed.

The mouth opened a fraction wider and Y/n’s head slipped past the top jaw, forcing Y/n to stare, head first down the creature's throat. Her legs remained hooked on the bottom jaw, but they too were starting to slip and slide over the slime. Something webbed was now touching her legs, trying to push the rest of her in.

She struggled desperately, flexing what she could with her arms, still retained by the tongue, and her body, but all she managed to do was cause her legs to slip further in faster, hastening her demise. Even her pin was beyond her reach now!

‘I’m going to die to a frog.’

Not the way she thought she would go, the odd thought brought a smile to her face as a calm settled over her.

‘Wonder who will bring the flowers to my funeral?’ she thought mildly. She hoped they would use a good quality shoe box.

Light suddenly surrounded her as a cool air rushed in. With a gasp, she took a breath of fresh air as the frog around her moved violently against something. Next thing she knew, she lay on a hard, bony surface, an incompressible voice speaking somewhere about her. She felt something else rub at her face and nudging her sides in quick sessions. Annoyed by the sensation, she tried to wave off whatever it was. The voice above her chuckled in relief, the laughter shaking the surface she was on, bringing clarity as she raised herself to finally take in her surroundings.

She was still outside, by the pond area. She lay on a skeleton’s hand and looked from the orange sleeve to the worried, bony face of Stretch above her. Focusing on that, she finally managed to understand what he was saying.

“-come on honey, you’ve got to say something!”

“Like what?” she asked, confused.

He laughed in relief, he shoulders noticeable sagging. He grinned down at her, “ah, there you are. you had me slime what concerned.”

Still dazed, she pointed to his glowing eye, “Why is your eye glowing?”

Clearly concerned and confused, he pointed somewhere off to the side. Following his finger, she saw a struggling frog, suspended in an orange glow.

Absently minded, she exclaimed "Hey, leave Big Boy alone!”

Stretch chuckled, staring at her in disbelief, “big boy?”

She shrugged, “Well, it’s better than another b-word I'd like to call him.”

Looking to her clothes and skin, she noticed she was coated from head to knees in slime. ‘It’s not slime, it’s mucus.’, she thought with a smile as she attempted to wipe it from her eyes and face.

“you don’t want me to get rid of it?”

“What would be the point?” she asked, still cleaning herself. “It’s not like something else won't replace him, and I can't exactly get mad at an animal doing what comes naturally to it. That would be like getting mad at the rain for making the ground wet.” She shrugged, looking back up at him, “It’s what rain does.”

She didn’t get why he looked so shocked to hear her say that. She looked back at the still struggling frog. No, she may not like frogs right now, but that didn’t mean she wanted to hurt it on purpose.

“Let him go Stretch.”

Stretch shrugged, smiling, “if you’re sure.”

The frog was lowered and dropped as the orange glow dissipated. It quickly jumped into a bush, and was gone from both their sights.

“hey, are you okay?” Stretch asked, concerned.

She looked up at him in confusion, “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”

“you’re crying.”

Rising a hand, she felt silent tears sliding on her cheeks. Confused, her eyes quickly filled up with even more tears as her body started to shake.

She laughed in a shaky voice, “I didn’t know why I’m was crying! I feel fine!” And she did, which was weird! Where was this coming from?

Stretch looked sadly down at her, “you’re in shock.”

“But I feel just fine!”

He sighed, “yea, that would be the shock.”

He gently lowered her into one of his hoodie pockets, tipping her in while ignoring her insistence that she was fine. However, once she was inside and encased in a warm darkness, her shaking increased as a weird moaning noise came from her chest. It didn't take long for her to start balling her eyes out, the near-death experience being the straw that broke the camel's back. So distracted by her tears and the flood of overwhelming emotions, she didn't notice a gentle patting on her back through the hoodie.

This day had been nothing but one thing after another, and her subconscious had had enough.

~*~

Y/n lost track of how long she was curled up in Stretch's pocket or when she stopped noticing Stretch's pats. All she knew was that the tears had stopped ages ago, at some point she had fallen asleep and she felt all the better for it.

"feeling better?"

She also didn't know how Stretch knew she was awake, but this skeleton always seemed to know just the right amount of information.

'Like with the frog, or the day he let me escape Edge.'

"Don't tell anyone, please" she whispered.

"why?"

She sighed deeply, "Blue's worried enough, and I don't want to have to explain how I'm okay now. I don't think he'd believe me."

Stretch shrugged, the hoodie around her moving with the motion, "sure."

She lay back into her comfortable napping position, her mind wandering back to the frog.

"I need to get my bag" she groaned. And it was all the way back over by the tree...

Something entered the other side of the hoodie pocket, nudging her feet. Twisting around, she saw it was just her tie-dyed bag, and it looked like it had been packed.

She chuckled. Of course he would have it. He was trying to be insanely perfect, wasn't he?

"Thanks."

Stretch's only response was to chuckle quietly to himself.

They fell back into a comfortable silence, watching the other skeletons pack away for the day.

“red’s hanging around your workshop” Stretch said idly.

“He is!?”

Y/n pocked her head out the pocket, looking out to see that, yes, Red was standing at the front and looking shifty.

“Can you ask him what he’s doing Stretch?” she asked. She wanted to believe this wasn’t anything bad, but even if it was harmless, this was too soon for him to be back there, not after what they had been through in the last 24 hours.

“sure thing fun size.”

He moved towards Red, with Y/n watching through the hoodie. Although the hoodie was by no means transparent, it was thin enough that she could see basic shapes and outlines of the world outside.

“hey red, what are you up too?”

Red jumped, looking quickly at Stretch. When he saw who it was, he scoffed, crossing his arms, “what’s it to'ya and why are yer hands behind your back?”

Stretch shrugged and put both hands into his pockets, one hand sliding under her as she struggled to remain still and silent. She could feel the blush on her cheeks, even as she tried to think about why Stretch had no choice but to put his hands in with her. She had never seen him without both hands in his pockets, of course it would be suspicious if he refused to do so now!

“better?” Stretch asked, a smile in his voice.

Red scoffed, “whatever.”

“ready to share what you’re doing around here?”

Red looked away and it seemed like he wouldn’t answer. Eventually though, he did reply, “i’m making sure all the little shit’s stuff is put away properly, okay?”

“why?” Stretch asked, clearly surprised and not the only one.

“i may have done somethin i regret and i’m tryin to fix it, okay!” he turned to growl at Stretch, “what’s it to you anyway? why are ya botherin me?”

Stretch shrugged, “eh, nothing really. just curious.” He turned and walked away, calling over his shoulder, “see ya red”.

Red was still uttering curse under his breath as they left.

After Stretch had walked a distance away and was much closer to the house, he pulled her from out his pocket, looking at her inquisitively, “all good?"

She nodded slowly, “Yea, I think so.” She smiled up at Stretch, “Thank you for doing that by the way.”

Stretch shrugged, “no problem.” Then he grinned, "now, according to my brother's instructions, i'm to escort you to dinner if i see you."

She covered her eyes with a sly grin, "If I can't see you, you can't see me."

He chuckled and Y/n saw the orange glow of his blush through her fingers. Lowering her hands, she saw Stretch look away with a hand covering his mouth, still blushing. She grinned up at him, unsure what she had done to make him blush exactly.

With one of his fingers, he moved his hand away from his mouth to give her a gently noogie. She pushed him off with an indigent whine "quite it."

"you know, i don't have to see you. if you want to skip dinner?"

She sighed, "And never hear the end of it from Blue? Besides, I did sort of promised, and I could really go for a meal."

He nodded, and moved into the house. Once they were in the living room, he made his way over to the couch and dropped himself into one on the armrests. Y/n released her death grip on his hand, quite sure that he had forgotten her existence or otherwise he hadn't considered what a drop like that would do to her balanced on his palm.

"I'm going to wash up before dinner." 'And get rid of my tears and mucus, using the last of my water in the process.'

She jumped off his hand and made her way to the ground vent. When she reached it, she turned back to Stretch, "Tell Blue to let me know when dinner's ready."

Stretch laughed, "like he wasn't going to do that."

~*~

Y/n sat at the dinner table, a regular sized plate lay before her, heaped with a bit of everything of what remained of the fast-food leftovers. If she had to guess, it all probably weighed twice her body weight!

She looked over incredulous at Blueberry sitting at her left, "You expect me to eat all this?"

He nodded, before he waggled his finger at her, "YOU HAVEN'T EATEN ALL DAY AND YOU PROMISED, REMEMBER?"

"But! Come on Blue! If you stacked all of it, it'd be taller than me!"

"BUT IT'S NOT STACKED, SO THAT MAKES IT OKAY!"

She glared at Papyrus on her right, ignoring the chuckles of Sans, Stretch and Red right across her. Even Edge was smiling smugly at her, from his high and mighty position at the head of the table.

Seeing that there was no way she was going to get out of it, and after vowing to never skip a meal again, Y/n rolled her eyes and grabbed the nearest thing.

"STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

She looked to Edge, still holding the fistful of food. "Eating?" she asked, not getting why he looked so upset.

"WITH YOUR HANDS?!" He stood up, and walked briskly towards the stairs. Before he reached them, he turned and yelled at Red, "DON'T LET HER EAT ANYTHING UNTIL I COME BACK!"

Red nodded, turning his look at her with a mischievous smile, just daring her to try anything. She quickly dropped her food.

"I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO SAVE IT TILL LATER" Blueberry muttered, even as he and Papyrus quickly stood up to follow Edge.

"Save what for later?" Man, was she getting sick of hearing just one side of things. That, and having their brothers grinning at her like that.

"wait and see fun size" Stretch winked.

Before she could tell him where to stuff it, something metal clanged onto her plate, stilling her. Looking down, she saw a miniature knife and fork, just about the right size for her. Looking up, she watched as Edge walked back to his spot. He didn't look back at her until he was sitting down, at which point he blushed, scowled and looked away with a huff.

"WHAT ARE YOU SMILING FOR?! I ONLY MADE THOSE SO I DON'T HAVE TO SIT HERE WATCHING YOU SHOVEL FOOD INTO YOUR MOUTH LIKE AN ANIMAL, THAT'S ALL!"

"Edge, I-"

"DON'T FORGET ABOUT OUR GIFTS!"

Papyrus and Blueberry rushed in, each holding something behind their backs. With a huge grin and a dramatic revel, Papyrus held a small table and Blueberry had a small chair with a smaller cushion on it.

They placed these things on the table, in the space between them, just before her.

"YOU CAN SIT HERE FROM NOW ON AND HAVE ALL YOUR MEALS WITH US!" beamed Blueberry.

"AND I FOUND THIS THIMBLE IN MY ROOM, SO YOU CAN USE IT FOR A CUP!" Papyrus added, placing said thimble on her new table.

"you feeling okay kid?"

Y/n hid her face from Sans's question, turning her back to all the skeletons as she tried desperately to control her tears once again.

"I'm okay!" she wailed, "I just have something in my eyes, that's all!"

Sans, Stretch and Red chuckled softly, even as Papyrus asked, "WHAT FITS INTO A BITTY'S EYE?"

~*~

Later that night, absolutely stuffed after clearing her plate (every time she had wanted to quite, Blueberry had given her The Look), she stood over her phone, considering her options. She had just changed the Unknown Caller's details to Hot Pink (although she had toyed with the idea Dick), added Stretch's details from the picture as Tallboy (because of the frog, his height and game she was sure he had been eyeing on her gaming shelf) and Sans as Boner (in honour of his mistakes, the lap thing and his blush whenever she called him that), but now she looking around the room.

In truth, even after all the promise and firmer understanding she had with everyone, she knew that if she tried to sleep here, she'd be too paranoid to actually fall asleep. The only charm this place held for her was that it was hidden. With that gone, the feeling of 'my room' was gone too. Now it was just another place she used to sleep, which she wouldn't do if she tried tonight.

'Red's not the only paranoid sleeper.' she thought sadly. She really should have recognised another paranoid sleeper sooner. Then perhaps she could have skipped all this drama.

She gathered a few things and entered back into the vent, coming out close to the bathroom. The night was fairly quiet, the skeletons all in their rooms.

With a strained effort, she managed to pop open the door leading to the lien press, climbing up the selves till she came to the towels. Casting aside her bag and diving into the towels, she made herself comfortable, content knowing she was safe tonight.

'Okay, it's time for a new beginning. Doesn't mean forgive and forget, but perhaps, live and let live.'

 

 Next chapter is called: Opponent and Advisory

Chapter Text

When Y/n emerged from the linen cupboard, the house was still in the silent morning. She had gotten used to waking up to Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge stretching for their morning run or talking to each other as they left for it. She figured she would have heard them, especially seeing as she how she was so much closer to the front door right now.

‘Perhaps they’re still asleep?’

It seemed unlikely, but perhaps they slept in on the weekends? She thought about how quickly the past four days had gone, realising with a start that she had no clue what the skeletons did for money or if they even had jobs. The more she thought about it, the more she realised that she knew very little about who they were or where they had come from.

At first, she hadn’t cared, convinced that they would soon be moving out. Now she had gotten to know them a little better, she found herself actually curious about their pasts. So many questions and they had provided so few answers.

‘They’ve probably been wondering the same thing about me.’

They had asked about her, of course, when they had first moved in with questions about her past and this house. Four days ago, she had no reason to tell them anything and had every reason to tell them to keep their non-existent noses out of her business. If they asked her now, she didn’t know what she would say, or how much she would divulge.

The fact that she sort of might feel inclined to answer those questions now scared her. How could so much change in less than a week?

Closing the linen cupboard door, she made her way back to the hall vent, climbing back to her attic room. On the way, she paused at the junction the lead towards the bedroom vents, but moved on quickly, knowing that if she truly wanted to respect their privacy, knocking on their vents early in the morning to satisfy her curiosity wasn’t the way to do it.

‘Besides, I won’t get a better chance to fill my water bottle than this.’

The water bottle in question was roughly as tall as she was and, when filled, weighted twice her weight. After scrubbing the colour from her skin, cleaning the slime and mucus yesterday and the fact that it was close to the end of the week anyway, the last of the water was gone. With no water meant she couldn’t have clean clothes, baths or, most importantly, access to drinking water that didn’t require a faucet that anyone could see her using or turn off.

With a sigh, Y/n lifted and carried the water bottle to the vent, maneuvering it so that it hocked onto her backpack, leaving her arms free to transverse the vents.

Sliding down the vents proved awkward, as she tried many times to prevent the bottle from banging on the sides.

‘How strange.’ she thought as she winched as she failed to stop the bottle from hitting the sides yet again, ‘This is the first time I’ve ever bothered attempting to do this quietly.’

Apparently she wasn’t quite enough, because bellow her was Blueberry’s eye, looking up at her in confusion.

“Y/N?” “Blue?!”

She dropped, startled by the unexpected appearance of an eye light right under her!

*Cling*

*Clang*

*Clung!*

“Y/N, ARE YOU OKAY?!”

Y/n rubbed her sore backside, the bottle adding to the multiple impacts. The only saving grace was she only had fallen half the distance, rather the full three stories. She looked to see Blueberry’s concerned face pressed to the floor, outside the hall vent.

He reached in, gently grabbing her and lifting her with him as he stood up. She held tightly to the hand that held her as Blueberry quickly examined her, checking for any visible damage.

“Blue! Let me-!”

“WHAT WAS THAT NOISE!?”

Edge came running from upstairs, his eyes bathed in red flames. When he saw Y/n in Blueberry’s fist, his expression darkened.

“PUT HER DOWN BLUEBERRY. RIGHT NOW.”

Blueberry looked shocked, his hand automatically bringing her closer to him and away from Edge’s Death Glare.

“BUT I WAS JUST CHE-

“NOW!”

“Cool it Edge!” Y/n held out her hands, drawing attention to herself. “He was just checking to make sure I’m okay.”

“HE’S GRABBED YOU FROM THE VENT!”

“I DID NOT!”

“He didn’t” she agreed, nodding quickly, “I fell down in the vent. That’s the noise you probably heard.”

Edge stood there, still seething, but at least now the red flames were gone. Somewhat relieved, she turned her attention to Blueberry, tapping his gloves, “Now, can you let me go Blue?”

Blueberry slowly opened his hand, keeping his eyes on Edge, who watched them with his full attention.

Sighing and balancing on Blueberry’s palm, she took in the appearance of both skeletons, noticing that Edge wasn’t in his jogging outfit. In fact, they looked like the clothes he might have worn yesterday.

“Edge, didn’t you go jogging this morning?”

Edge flinched, before he glared at her, “WHAT’S IT TO YOU?”

She shrugged, “Nothing, I was just wondering if you skipped it because you needed the sleep in. You look tired.”

Edge stiffened, “I AM NOT TRIED! STOP PRYING!” Then he left, marching back upstairs. Y/n and Blueberry heard the distinct sound of a door slamming.

Confused, she turned to look at Blueberry, glad to see she wasn’t the only one. When she realised that he wasn’t the only skeleton who liked to go for morning jogs, she asked, “Where’s Papyrus?”

Blueberry shook his head, clearing his thoughts, before he turned to Y/n, beaming, “HE’S GONE TO CHECK ON ALL THE OUTSIDE PROJECTS, MAKE SURE THEY’RE STILL OKAY, AND I CAME IN TO FIND YOU FOR OUR COOKING LESSON.”

“Yes, speaking about ‘looking for me’.” she looked around, curious how his eye got in the vent when his head couldn’t fit. Looking to said vent, she saw a small empty photo frame on the ground, taken from the nearby hall table.

“Ah.”

Mystery solved, she turned to look at Blueberry who was eyeing her bottle. When he saw her attention returned to him, he continued, “I HEARD BANGING IN THE VENT AND THOUGHT IT MIGHT YOU BE IN NEED OF HELP?”

She grinned, “Nah, I’ve got it. I was just heading to the kitchen.”

“WANT ME TO CARRY YOU THERE?” Blueberry asked, hope in his eyes.

She thought about it, before she nodded with a smile, “Sure, why not?” It wasn’t like she didn’t already trust Blueberry, and they were both heading to the kitchen anyway.

He started at her, his face entirely expressionless. Then she noticed his eyes, changing from small picks of light to full stars, growing bigger and bigger by the second.

“Um, Blue, are you-?“

Blueberry pulled her to his chest, spinning in tight circles while he hugged her in an even tighter hug, whopping, “YES!!”

He eventually stopped spinning, holding her up and beaming up at her, “I PROMISE Y/N, I’LL KEEP YOU SAFE! YOU CAN TRUST ME!”

She gently patted his gloves, still trying to get used to his enthusiasm and the room spinning, “I know Blue. I already trust you, you know that right?” Hadn’t he proved that amply of times already?

He blushed, looking away.

“So, um, are we going to the kitchen or are we standing here all day?” she asked with a grin.

“OH!” He quickly lowered her and levelled his hand, allowing her to step awkwardly onto his shoulder, while he watched her with his head turned to her the entire time.

Once she was sitting on his shoulder, she could feel a subtle vibration under her. Confused, she was about to ask him what it was, but the moment she looked at his practically giddy expression, she figured it out quickly.

“Ready for our cooking lesson?”

Blueberry raised his fists, eager, “OF COURSE!”

“Okay! Blueberry, go!”

He sprinted to the kitchen, and Y/n would have immediately fallen off if she didn’t, at the last minute, brace herself.

The only way they would have gotten to the kitchen quicker was if they had teleported. Blueberry practically sprinted from fridge to cardboard, gathering all the equipment and ingredients necessary, while Y/n clung on to a person who made rough seas seem calm. It was in this manner that Stretch wondered in; collapsing onto the kitchen table like walking there had taken all of his energy.

He yawned, “morning blue, morning y/n.”

Blueberry spun around, nearly dropping an egg, “BROTHER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

Stretch shrugged, “heard some commotion this morning and i couldn't get back to sleep.”

“I’M SORRY” Blueberry apologised, abashedly.

Stretch chuckled and waved off the apology, before his eyes moved on to her, “what’s with the bottle y/n?”

She looked away, instantly shyer the moment she realised that it was Stretch that had walked in. After yesterday, what with him saving her life and watching her collapse into a pile of tears, well... she was embarrassed to be seen by him at this very moment. Not to mention the day before that, what with her embarrassing herself over a stupid video game match. Stretch had been a key witness to most of her embarrassing moments in the past week (hell, since becoming a bitty), and she could feel how awkward that was making her being in the same room as him now.

“It’s nothing” she mumbled, not quite meeting his eye.

Blueberry didn’t notice anything strange, instead posing with Y/n on his shoulder, “Y/N’S AGREED TO SIT ON MY SHOULDER!”

“that’s cool bro. you two make an awesome team” Stretch replied with a smaller laugh than before.

Blueberry gasped, turning to look at her, “TEAM BREAKFAST!”

She grinned, his pure happiness expression bringing a huge smile to hers, “The breakfast squad!”

His eyes lit up, “THE BREAKFAST SQUAD! I LOVE IT” He brightened even more (if that was possible), “READY TO COOK, PARTNER?!”

“Let's get cooking partner!”

~*~

Cooking with Blueberry followed the same process as it had with Papyrus and Edge; Blueberry remembered some of what she taught him, but not enough that he would have produced edible food is she hadn’t been there (remembering yesterday proved that).

Now she was looking down at a pile of pancakes, quietly contemplating whether or not she should introduce another meal option for Blueberry when he still struggled with this (same went for Papyrus and Edge, now that she thought about it).

“Y/N?”

She looked over to see Blueberry turned to face her. “READY FOR BREAKFAST?” he asked.

She jumped off his shoulder, landing on the bench, “Just give me a second to wash up, I’ll catch up.”

Blueberry nodded, picking up several plates and balancing them on his arms, “DON’T TAKE TOO LONG COOKING PARTNER?”

She nodded, waving him off. He smiled in response, his brother carrying the last of the plates as they left together.

Looking to the sink, she unhooked her bottle from her bag and dragged the uncapped bottle towards it. Once it was firmly under the tap, she managed to turn on the faucet, filling the bottle to the brim with clean fresh water.

Hauling it out once it was safely capped was difficult, but not impossible. A bit of grunt work and she had it pushed up and into the vent, ready for her to follow it.

“need any help?”

Startled, she turned to see Stretch leaning in the kitchen archway, watching her casually.

He arched his brow at her, indicating to the bottle above her. Looking at the bottle, she shrugged, “No thanks, I’ve got it.”

“y/n.” She turned to see Stretch slowly walk towards her, his hands out of his pockets for once, “are you sure you don’t want my help carrying that bottle, which will take me three seconds and no effort, or are you happy to drag it yourself to wherever, knowing that it’ll probably take you severally minutes to do so?”

What he was asking for was trust; to accept his offer without fearing any consequences because she trusted him enough to believe there wouldn’t be any.

Slowly, she nodded. “Yes please”, she said quietly.

Stretch grinned, moving closer to her and the bottle. Lifting it from the vent, he turned back to Y/n with the bottle in hand.

“so, where am i putting this?”

She looked away, “Just by the attic vents.”

“done.”

She looked back at him, surprised, to see him grinning at her, his hands now empty.

“B-but how?” The realisation hit her. “Oh!”

She raised an eyebrow, “magic?”

“magic” he agreed, wiggling a hand at her with a wink.

She chuckled, her awkwardness with Stretch momentarily forgotten.

Eventually, Stretch lowered his hand before her, casually asking “need a lift?”

She looked at his hand then to his face, blushing when she met his eye. Avoiding his inquisitive stare, she quickly clambered on, holding on tightly as he lifted her to his shoulder. Once she was safely off and sitting on his shoulder, they moved towards the dining room.

“-you’ll need to compensate for the electrical surge by grounding the structure.”

“I’VE ALREADY TOLD YOU, THERE ISN’T ENOUGH SPACE FOR THAT TYPE OF ELECTRICAL SYSTEM, NOT WITHOUT THE RISK OF THE WHOLE SYSTEM FRYING.”

“WHAT IF WE CHANGE-.“

“hey guys, we’re here.”

Y/n and Stretch walked in to see the rest of the family sitting at the table, discussing what sounded like the type of tech jargon that one might expect from people who felt it necessary to build a laboratory in a new home.

When Stretch lowered her from his shoulder to the table, she walked over to her place between Papyrus and Blueberry, asking “That sounds like some serious tech talk. Everything okay?”

She noticed how no one was quick to answer her, leaving Sans to say, “actually y/n, we’re all planning to work in the lab today.”

She quietly thanked Blueberry, who had placed a saucer plate with plenty of pancake piece, covered in syrup on her table, before asking “What about outside? Isn’t there still plenty that needs to be done?”

Papyrus spoke up, “I’VE CHECK ON EVERYTHING OUTSIDE AND IT’LL BE OKAY FOR TODAY.” He looked around the table earnestly, “THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT, PARTICULARLY NOW THAT WE HAVE ALL THE NECESSARY EQUIPMENT.”

Sans nodded his agreement, “which is why we’re all needed in the basement, just for today anyway.” Then he seemed to remember something, because he amended, “well, everyone but edge.”

She looked over to Edge, seeing him sitting there crossed armed and glaring at a nearby wall, “Edge? Why isn’t he going to help you?”

“BECAUSE” he snapped, looking sharply at her, “I’VE ALREADY DONE MY PART BY HELPING THE WHOLE LOT OF THEM.”

He reached within his shirt and whisked out scrolls of blue paper, which he slammed onto the table. “BLUEPRINTS” he stated, “CORRECTLY SCALED WITH A BASIC SET UP ALREADY DESIGNED.” He sat back, looking quite pleased with himself, “THAT SHOULD AT LEAST GIVE YOU CRETINS A STARTING POINT.”

All the skeletons stared in amazement at the scrolls, looking between them and Edge like they couldn’t quite believe their eyes.

“EDGE, THAT’S- THAT’S REALLY IMPRESSIVE” Blueberry admitted, awed.

“OF COURSE IT IS!”

“hee, that’s the boss for ya” Red added, looking positively proud.

“IT MUST HAVE TAKEN YOU ALL NIGHT” Papyrus said as he unfurled the nearest one, looking over the designs.

Edge spluttered, glaring at the wall again “O-OF COURSE NOT! I’M JUST THAT AMAZING, THAT’S ALL!”

Stretch chuckled, leaning back in his chair, “it’s got nothing to do with the fact that you’re looking forward to today?”

Edge gasped, looking at Y/n briefly before he glared at Stretch, blush on his cheeks, “I-I’M NOT EAGER! I’VE BEEN FORCED INTO THIS! THAT’S ALL!”

“I’LL TAKE YOUR PLACE” offered Blueberry, hand in the air.

Before Edge could stop glaring at Blueberry and start yelling at him, Red spoke up, “not a chance blue. a deal is a deal, remember? you wouldn’t want to go back on a deal now, would’ya?”

“Um, guys?”

The skeletons stopped their argument, looking at Y/n, who had finished her meal while she had watched them, who now asked, “What’s happening for lunch and dinner then?”

Papyrus brightened, “DON’T WORRY Y/N! YOU AND I WILL STILL HAVE OUR FANTASTIC COOKING LESSON AT THE SAME TIME, SO IF WE MEET IN THE KITCHEN LIKE NORMAL, IT SHOULD BE FINE.”

She nodded, still somewhat confused with how quickly plans seemed to have been made while she had filled up a bottle.

“well then, if that’s settled then.”

As one, all the skeletons but Edge stood up, taking their plates with them to the kitchen. The sounds of plates being placed on the bench could be heard before everyone walked passed Y/n and Edge on their way to the basement.

The distance sound of a door closing punctured the stunned silence that followed this immediate departure.

Y/n and Edge were left sitting there, both startled by the abrupt disappearance of the rest of the family filing down to the basement. To lighten the mood, she turned and chuckled awkwardly, “They were in quite a hurry to get the basement, weren’t they?”

Edge didn’t look at her or respond, his entire attention still focused on the doorway everyone else had left. He appeared to have forgotten she was even here because he was muttering quietly to himself, “THIS IS STUPID AND POINTLESS AND A WASTE OF TIME, SHE’S ISN’T GOING TO LIKE-.“

Then he suddenly remembered her existence, stopping himself mid-rant and looking to her with mild fear in his eyes. Figuring that the ‘she’ was her, Y/n asked, “What am I not going to like Edge?”

Edge blushed furiously, looking anywhere but at her as he briskly walked past her and out towards the living room, yelling “NOTHING!” over his shoulder.

Somewhat concerned over him practically fleeing from the room, she followed him.

Y/n found him sitting in the living room, sitting crossed-armed in an armchair, scowling out a window. He looked angry, upset that he had been forced to babysit her because of course, he had drawn the short straw to do this.

‘Now he’s stuck here with me all day.’

Sighing, she made her way up to the coffee table and sat down with an even heavier sigh. “You don’t have to keep me company you know. You can go and help the others if you want.”

Edge flinched, looking sharply at her before he returned to staring out the window. “IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?” he asked harshly.

She shrugged, “If you’re asking if I don’t want to hang out with you all day, then the answer is I’m okay with it.”

“REALLY?!” he replied surprised, before he narrowed his eyes in suspicion, “WHY?”

She grinned up at Edge, who had finally turned to face her, “I’ve always had fun tormenting you, even back when you were trying to kill me.”

They both thought back on the water fight, one scowling while the other grinned at the memory.

“I THINK-” Edge said, a triumphed gleam growing in his eyes as he smiled down at her, “-IT’S TIME FOR A REMATCH.”

~*~

Y/n stood in the backyard, looking at what could only be described as a rat maze made entirely out of bones. She turned back to look at a smug Edge, who had walked outside and summoned this thing. Now he stood there, soft red flames curling around his gloved hands, positively beaming with self-satiation.

“You want me to do what?”

“IT’S SIMPLE; REACH THE END OF THE MAZE.”

“You’ve ever heard of a rat maze?”

He grinned “THINK THIS MORE LIKE A BITTY MAZE.”

She folded her arms, looking up at him in disbelief, “And why would I do this?”

He placed his hands on his hips, leaning down towards her, “BECAUSE YOU AND I ARE GOING TO HAVE A LITTLE BET WHERE THE WINNER CAN ASK THE LOSER TO DO SOMETHING FOR THEM.”

“And what could I possibly want you to do for me?”

He thought about it, before his grin returned, “I HAVE A CAR AND I’LL DRIVE YOU ANYWHERE YOU WANT.” He grinned, “BEING COOPED HERE, WITH NO MEANS OF EFFICIENT TRAVEL, YOU MUST SURELY HAVE THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD DO, PLACES YOU’D LIKE TO VISIT.” He eyed her, “I’M OFFERING A FULL DAY OF TRAVEL TO ANYWHERE YOU COULD POSSIBLY WANT TO GO.”

She didn’t like to admit it, but the offer was really tempting. There were plenty of places and things she would love to see and do but were simply beyond her reach now. However, nothing out there was worth the anxiety of leaving this place.

‘He’s going to be suspicious if I decline the offer though.’

“What about if I want you to drive somewhere and get me something instead?”

“LIKE WHAT?” He asked, taken aback.

She smiled, thinking back on the soft-drink, “Go get some paper and a pen.”

~*~

“-and a large bottle of my favourite soft drink…actually, make it two.”

“YOU PLAN TO EAT ALL THIS JUNK?” Edge asked incredulously, looking down at the list he had written.

She rubbed the back of her head, “Eventually.”

He eyed her in disbelief and she could feel her defensives kicking into gear, “I mean, who knows when I’m going to get a chance like this again. Plus, you’re sort of forking over the bill, so win-win.”

He looked back at the list, before he laughed and tucked it away safely, “IT’S NOT LIKE IT MATTERS, YOU WON’T WIN.”

“We’ll see about that.” Then she thought about the consequence of failure, “And what exactly do you want me to do?”

She had never seen him smile quite like that; it was the type of smile the devil surely makes as he watches people sign his contracts. “IF YOU LOSE-“, he brought his face closer to her, looming over her and casting a shadow over her, “ YOU MUST ALLOW ME TO RECORD YOU SAYING, WORD FOR WORD, A SPEECH I HAVE WRITTEN.”

“And what would I be saying?”

He looked to his gloves, checking them for dirt, “OH, JUST HOW INFERIOR YOU ARE AND HOW SMART AND BRILLIANT I AM.” He grinned at her, “DON’T WORRY, IT WILL BE MUCH LONGER THAN THAT.”

“So, you want me to inflate your ego?”

“JUST TO ADMIT TO SOME BASIC FACTS PEST.”

She grinned up at him, hands on her hips, “Bring it jackwagon!”

~*~

“Edge! This maze has to be possible to solve!”

He laughed above her, a smile fixed firmly on his features the moment she entered the maze, “OH BUT IT IS!”

“The maze walls keep changing!”

She knew this for a fact because, when she had first entered, she had used the pink crayon to mark her path on the bone walls. When she had backtracked later, the marks were gone and another path had opened up. It took her several backtracks before she figured out she was being had.

She looked up to the smug bastard, who grinned down at her, “AT EVERY MOMENT, THIS MAZE IS SOLVABLE. ONLY THE ANSWER IS CHANGING.” He sighed mockingly, “BUT IF YOU’RE NOT SMART ENOUGH, FEEL FREE TO ADMIT DEFEAT.”

She flipped him off, earning her a wicked laugh from him.

‘Screw this! If he isn’t going to play fair, then why should I?’

Pulling off her backpack, she fished out her second pin. With a satisfying stab, she felt the pin penetrate the bone and hold. She quickly looked up at him, trying to engage his reaction, but his only response was to look even smugger (if that was possible).

Hand over hand, she pulled herself up. It took longer than she expected and when she looked down she saw that she had travelled quite the distance up. When she looked up, however, her stomach dropped; the bone she was on and the ones that were next to it were twice as tall as they had once been. As she watched, they kept growing, inch by inch.

Casting a furious glare at Edge (now at his hip level), she fumed quietly as Edge laughed in self-satisfaction.

“PERHAPS I’VE OVERESTIMATED YOUR CAPABILITIES.”

She dropped to the ground, putting the pins away while she fished out her empty pen tube. With it, she attempted to pry the bones apart, to create a small enough gap to squeeze through. All she managed to do was snap it into pieces.

“MAYBE YOU AREN’T A WORTHY OPPONENT AFTER ALL.”

She threw one of the pieces up at him.

Finally having enough, she tried to break the bone, digging a pin in the same spot again and again into the nearest one. It chipped, layer by layer, but as she watched, it grew wider and wider.

 “I THINK I SHOULD ACTUALLY GET SOME RATS. THEY’D HAVE A BETTER CHANCE AT SOLVING THIS THAN YOU.”

Putting the pin away, she whirled to stare up in furious frustration at her tormentor, “Edge! You-!”

“Y/N?”

Papyrus calling for the backdoor stopped her mid-rant. Before she could respond (to tell Papyrus where she was or to come back after she vented, she wasn’t sure), Papyrus’s beaming face came into her view, high above her.

“OH, A MOVING MAZE!” He looked at Edge, whose mood had noticeable soured, “HOW CLEVER!”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT CREAMPUFF?” Edge snapped.

“IT’S TIME FOR LUNCH AND I'M HERE TO GET Y/N.”

“ALREADY?” “already?”

Papyrus beamed, “YES.” He offered his hand to Y/n, who looked at it before looking at Edge. Edge had turned away, his mood in stark contrast to what it had been moments ago. Shrugging, she quickly jumped onto Papyrus hand, who raised her to his eye level.

“YOU CAN SIT ON MY SHOULDER TOO, IF YOU WANT TO” he added, looking away shyly.

“Thanks, Papyrus.”

He moved her to his shoulder, the biggest smile she had ever seen on him as a pink blush came over his cheeks. After confirming that she was safely seated on his shoulder, he turned and walked towards the house, humming to himself.

“Oh!” She spun around, facing back towards Edge, who was still looking away, “Edge! This isn’t over! I’ll be back for my sweet victory!” ‘Because there’s no way I’ll admit defeat and be forced to read any speech you’ve prepared.’

He gasped at her, looking at her in disbelief, before he threw his head back, laughing, “OF COURSE YOU WILL! ONLY YOU WILL BE GIVING A MONUMENTAL SPEECH ABOUT MY SPLENDOUR! IN FACT” he pulled out a spare piece of paper and the pen, “I’M GOING TO GET STARTED ON YOUR GLORIOUS SPEECH RIGHT NOW!”

“WHAT’S EDGE TALKING ABOUT?” Papyrus asked, closing the back door and staring back at an Edge visibly laughing by himself, scribble notes.

She grinned, “It’s nothing Papyrus. Just a little friendly bet we’ve got going on.”

He gasped, “Y/N! YOU SHOULD NEVER GAMBLE!”

“What about a friendly competition where the winner gets something from the loser?”

That stopped him. “WELL, UM.”

He thought about it as they entered the kitchen. Finally, he seemed to decide, “IF IT’S A FRIENDLY COMPETITION BETWEEN FRIENDS, THEN I GUESS THAT MAKES IT OKAY.” He seemed reluctant to admit that.

“It’s all good, I promise.”

“WELL, IF YOU PROMISE…”

He turned his attention to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients and equipment.

“IT’S STRANGE TO ME THAT EDGE IS DIRECTLY FUELLING THE MAZE WITH HIS MAGIC INSTEAD OF SUPPLYING IT TO AN ARTIFICIAL CONSTRUCTION.” Papyrus said absentmindedly, mentally ticking off things from a list as he looked over what he gathered.

“An artificial what?”

“IT’S SOMETHING THAT OPERATES INDEPENDENTLY, POWERED BY OUR MAGIC. THAT WAY THE RESULTS CAN’T BE ALTERED IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO THE SUPPLIER.”

“Like what?” She asked, knowing a gold mine of information when she saw it.

Papyrus posed, quite pleased to be the centre of her attention, “WELL, ONE COULD RUN DANGEROUSLY LOW ON MAGIC AND HAVE TO STOP THE PUZZLE. NOT TO MENTION A MONSTER’S INTENT AFFECTS OUR MAGIC. WHAT HAPPENS IF THAT MONSTER DIDN’T WANT THE PUZZLE TO BE SOLVED! SCANDALOUS I KNOW, BUT IT COULD HAPPEN.”

"So what you’re saying-“ she said slowly, her smile growing, “-is that your magic is entirely affected by your emotions!”

“WHY YES LITTLE HUM-“

She hugged him, clinging to the side of his skull. “Thank you Papyrus!”

So absorbed with what this information did to her chances of winning this bet with Edge, she didn’t notice the neon glow that turned Papyrus into a sputtering light bulb.

Now she had a plan.

~*~

Papyrus had improved, but not enough that she could rely on him to actually produce an edible meal unsupervised. Though, that might have to do with how distracted he became after their talk, although she couldn’t figure out why.

What was interesting was the state of the rest of the skeleton household, who were covered in sawdust, oil and grime. She had asked how the progress was going (because asking them what they were doing would surely be like asking Steven Hawkins what his latest paper was about), and they had all responded with various forms of enthusiasm, confirming that they should be done before dinner.

Edge had spent the entire meal writing on a piece of paper, casting glances often at her direction with a smug- knowing expression (which she gladly returned), a private war of wills between them. When the others had asked what had happened, they both replied it was nothing, before returning to their staring competition.

Now she stood on the opposite of Edge, opposite side of the bone maze again, who was as smug as ever.

“READY TO FAIL AGAIN PEST?”

She grinned back up, “Oh, you better believe it jackwagon” ‘Now that I’ve got a plan, you’re going down and getting me some treats!’

She ran into the maze, a plan that was just waiting for Edge to change the maze on her. Sure enough, she could feel the subtle shift as the maze walls changed around her.

Grinning, she looked up at Edge, “I figured you’d resort to cheating again.”

Edge’s grin faltered. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

Feeling the nearby wall, she continued, “I knew you didn’t have the skills to beat me without resorting to cheating.”

“WHY YOU LITTLE-!”

There! The wall wavered, creating a large enough gap that she easily slipped through. Now she was closer to the exit, the closest she had ever made it!

She cheered with her hands up, quite pleased her plan was working! Edge stood there, astounded, before he quickly returned to disappointed anger. “THE CREAMPUFF TOLD YOU A FEW THINGS, DIDN’T HE.”

It wasn’t a question.

She grinned, answering coolly, “Maybe.”

He stared at her grinning face, before he huffed, return back to his previous smugness, “ENJOY IT WHILE YOU CAN, YOU WON’T BE MAKING IT FURTHER THAN THAT.”

“Are you sure, you pathetic excuses for an opponent?”

His fists clenched on his arms and his scowl darkened, but the walls didn’t waver again. Noticing her disappointed expression, his own brightened slightly.

Sighing, she rethought her plan quickly.

Suddenly, with a wild point over his shoulder, she exclaimed, “Edge! Watch out!”

He quickly turned, his fists brought up into a fighting stance and Y/n noticed how the walls around her simply vanished. Laughing, she managed run even deeper into the maze, and closer to the exit.

A bone wall abruptly materialised right in front of her face and she ran into it face first. Rubbing her thankfully-not-broken nose, she looked up to see Edge, now much closer to her, who was not at all happy.

He scowled down at her, arms crossed, “I SEE YOU’RE RESORTING TO CHEAP TACTICS. WHAT’S THE MATTER, INCAPABLE OF SOLVING A SIMPLE MAZE?”

“I'm using whatever I have to win this.” She looked back to the maze walls, thinking “You’ll have to tell me how cheap my tactics are when you're forking over the money for my treats!”

“IMPRESSIVE.”

Y/n quickly looked up at Edge, unsure if she heard him just say that or if it was her imagination. When he noticed that she was staring at him, he looked away, the faint trace of a blush on his cheeks. An idea occurred to her, but it was a matter of how badly did she want to win this?

“You sure are.”

Edge looked down at her, confused and suspicious, “I AM WHAT?”

“Impressive.” She looked back at him, shrugging, “But what else can I expect from a monster capable of summoning all of this in mere seconds?”

He stared at her in shock, mouth hanging open.

She continued, “It so cool how you’re able to maintain all of this after so long. You must be one of the most powerful monsters that ever existed.” She looked at him, admiration in her eyes, “Tell me, why are you so amazing?”

He stared at her, a slow blush building on his cheeks. Then he threw his head back with a laugh, “NYHA HAH HAH! OF COURSE YOU ARE IMPRESSED BY MY AWESOME DISPLAYS OF MAGICAL PROWLERS THAT NO MONSTER CAN EVER HOPE TO MATCH!” He looked back at her, grinning as he saw she was clinging to his every word, “I SHALL RECOUNT MY LEGENDARY RISE TO IMMORTALISED PERFECTION YOU SEE STANDING BEFORE YOU TODAY!” He posed, “IT ALL STARTED WHEN I WAS BORN-.“

“Made it!!”

He stopped posing, turning slowly to see her cheering at the maze’s exit.

“YOU, YOU MADE IT?” he asked, stunned.

She beamed, quite pleased with herself, “Yep! I made it.” She looked up to see his expression a mix of frustration and…reluctant admiration?

‘That can’t be it, must be the angle I’m viewing him.’

She asked, “Edge, can I climb up to your shoulder?”

He didn't respond, still staring at her.

"Edge?"

He nodded slowly, not quite meeting her eye.

After she had managed to climb up and she was sitting safely on his should, he still wouldn’t meet her eye and she could tell he was embarrassed, in a frustrated, humiliated way.

Taping his shoulder, she admitted, “But seriously, I would like to hear where you came from some time.” She smirked, “After you’ve gotten my treats, of course.”

“YOU WANT ME TO GET THEM NOW?” he asked, incredulously.

She grinned, “If you think you can get them in time before our cooking lesson.”

He seemed to consider that, before he reluctantly nodded and turned to the house. The bone maze vanished behind them.

“IF YOU’RE REALLY INTERESTED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT ME, YOU WOULD COME ALONG TO THE STORE.”

She could feel herself clenching, looking away from his searching gaze.

“Heh, no it’s fine. I rather stay here, thanks” she said, trying to pull of nonchalant.

He looked like he was going to continue to persuade her, so she tried to distract him instead, “Hey, how about I give you my number and you can text me how it’s going or any questions you have?”

He looked taken aback, before he narrowed his glare at her, “WHY WOULD I BOTHER TO TEXT YOU IF YOU’RE NOT INTERESTED IN COMING WITH ME?”

“Come on Edge, everyone else has my number.”

“NO! EVEN IF I HAD IT, I WOULDN’T BE TEXTING YOU EVERY MINUTE LIKE THOSE SIMPLETONS DID THE OTHER DAY.”

She chuckled, complexly forgetting that Edge had probably stood there the entire day glaring at two people that texted every time they entered a new shop or saw a new thing.

“That bad?”

He huffed, “YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SLOW WE WERE, HOW MUCH SOONER WE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN HOME IF THEY HADN’T BEEN TEXTING.” He narrowed his eyes at her guilty expression “AND DON'T THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE THE PART YOU PLAYED TO SLOW US DOWN!”

She laughed, “I swear to you Edge, that wasn’t why I was texting them.”

He rolled his eyes, “IF I HAD YOUR NUMBER, I WOULD HAVE TEXTED YOU TO LEAVE US ALONE.”

“So you do want it.”

“THAT WASN’T –“ He threw his hand up, “FINE!”

He pulled out his phone, practically shoving it to her chest and nearly knocking her off his shoulder. Grinning, she entered her details, and returned his phone to his waiting hand.

“IF THAT’S OVER AND DONE WITH.”

He held a hand flat for her, clearly expecting her to climb onto it. Somewhat wary, she hopped off his shoulder and sat on his hand, watching as he brought and dumped her on the kitchen bench.

Looking up, Y/n watched as Edge checked the time, before he pulled out her list. Seeing her watching him, he huffed, putting away the list, “WELL, IF I’M EXPECTED TO PICK UP ALL THIS JUNK IN TIME, I BEST BE OFF.”

He moved towards the door, stopping to look back at her, “YOU BETTER BE HERE WHEN I COME BACK. UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE-“ he eyed her meaningfully, “-I’M NOT AFRAID TO GO OUTSIDE.”

He left, leaving her staring after him in surprise.

~*~

Red entered the room sometime after Edge had left and she had returned from fetching her phone. After she had changed Edge's details to 'Jackwagon' and she had asked Red what he was doing here, whereupon he informed her that everyone was done with the lab. Then she went back to texting Edge, laughing at his continued irritated responses, while effectively ignoring Red. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Red, but for right now, he seemed to be okay with sitting there quietly watching her, so she couldn’t really complain. He hadn’t said anything beyond chuckling when she told him where his brother was and who she was texting, so he couldn’t be all that bad in any case.

Edge had stopped responding to her texts awhile ago and, sure enough, the front door slamming shut announced his arrival.

“THOSE DUMB MOUTH BREATHERS!”

Edge entered the kitchen, bags in his arms and livid.

“Have fun at the store Edge?” she asked, grinning because she already knew he hadn’t.

Edge narrowed his eyes at her, “YOU KNOW FULL WELL ALREADY, YOU PEST! WHAT, WITH YOUR INSISTENT TEXTING AND HORRIBLE INSTRUCTIONS!”

“I was trying to help you find the right brand! And you didn’t have to respond, you know.”

“LIKE I COULD HAVE ASKED THOSE IDIOTS FOR HELP!?”

He dumped the bags on the kitchen table, barely acknowledging his brother. “THE MOST MORTIFYING PART WAS THAT THE MORONS ACTUALLY THOUGHT ALL OF THIS WAS FOR ME!” he looked horrified at the very thought.

“what’ya get boss?” Red asked, pulling out a bag of chips.

Edge waved a hand at the bags dismissively, “JUNK FOOD TO SATISFY THE PEST’S UNHEALTHY OBSESSION.”

“I’ve already told you, I don’t plan to eat all of this in one sitting.” She shrugged, “Anyway, a bet’s a bet. You wouldn’t want to back out of our agreement, would you?”

Red sweated nervously as Edge came marching over towards her, leaning down to glare at her. “THE TERRIBLE EDGE WOULD NEVER GO BACK ON HIS WORD, DESPITE THE FACT THAT YOU CHEATED.”

“I believe that’s you trying to say that you’re impressed with my outside-the-box thinking skills.”

He stood back, spluttering denial while he blushed.

She looked over at the pile of junk food, thinking about how easy it had been to fluster Edge and how easily she imagined the other skeletons would be to read. She had fun today; the heated battle of wills remained her of an old favourite card game she used to play with her family. Grinning, she turned and asked the brothers, “Have you guys ever played 31 before?”

~*~

After cooking and having dinner (Edge had improved the most, if for no other reason that he was determined to prove he had remembered all her instructions, despite a few errors), Y/n found herself sitting at the dining room table, all of her hard-won treats out and served for the whole skeleton family to enjoy.

Or whatever was left, as she entered this final round with Blueberry.

They were playing with pieces of candy, instead of money, the rest of the treats having already been served out and devoured by the skeletons who found they had rather liked the treats. Each had their preference, of course, but all had tried the different flavours and all had agreed that she had a problem. She had tried to defend herself, claiming that it had been ages since she had these and Edge had agreed to the terms of the bet, but she hadn’t persuaded anyone.

Actually, she suspected they had eating more than they normally would have in an effort to deny her, to restrict her to some degree.

Now she stood next to a tall glass of her favourite soft drink, nearly gone, playing desperately for the jackpot that had the last of the lollies. If she won this, there’d be no stopping her, now without bluntly doing so.

‘Actually’, she thought, looking over at Blueberry and waiting for his next move, ‘it’s pure luck that I’ve managed to get this far’.

Sans, Stretch and Red had some serious poker-faces. The only reason that they were out was because she had managed to get 31 in one round, taking the last of their lives and candy. She certainly hadn’t been able to identify their tells. Papyrus had gone out first, still somewhat suspicious whether or not this counted as gambling or a friendly game. Edge had bitterly complained about a rigged deck, although now both he and Papyrus were hanging over her, buzzing her with their bad luck (not that she was suspicious or anything).

Ignoring them, she looked to Blueberry who finally decided to knock, signifying that his turn was to give her a last chance to improve her score before they counted their cards.

Somewhat concerned, she picked up her cards again, holding them long ways just so she could see what she was holding with both hands. She had 21, and the card on top of the pile (the heart of 6) would give her 27. She had been holding out for a bigger heart, reluctant to drop the ace of diamonds she had for anything less, lest she give Blueberry 31 accidentally.

She looked over at the deck; her options were to take the 6 or risk it for an unknown, possibly getting a 10 that would give her 31, thus winning the game!

‘A 6 isn’t that great anyway.’

With that thought, she placed her cards on the table, walking over to the deck and looked at what she had drawn.

A 2 of spades.

She started at the black symbol, cursing her greed.

“did you get what you needed?”

She cast a furious glare at Stretch, who sat by his brother’s side and quite smug at her apparent displeasure.

Dumping the 2 on top of the pile, she walked back, flipping over her cards. “21” she called.

Blueberry grinned, reliving his cards with an eager flourish, “26! I WIN!”

She watched with bitter regret as Blueberry scoped up the lolly jackpot with both hands, keenly aware that if she had taken that stupid 6, she’d be the one scooping up that sweet jackpot!

Sans chuckled, gathering the cards towards him so that he could put them away, “good game y/n. we’ll defiantly have to play again.”

“yea, only with money and stripping” Red chuckled.

Stretch rolled his eyes, “nobody wants to see that red.”

“AND YOU WILL NOT SUBJECT ME TO THAT HORROR SHOW BROTHER!” Edge glowered at Red, who was still behind her chair.

Y/n nodded her agreement, “The only way I’m playing anything like that is if I’ve been swimming in booze for at least an hour.”

Red grinned at her, “that, i would love to see.”

Rolling her eyes, she stretched her stiff muscles, “Charming as that sounds, think I’ll head to bed and plot how I’m going to steal those lollies.” She eyed Blueberry’s protective grip on his horde with a genuine chuckle.

“ACTUALLY Y/N, THERE’S SOMETHING WE’D LIKE TO SHOW YOU.”

Curious, she looked back to see Papyrus beaming, offering her his hand. Looking around the room, she saw that all the skeletons suddenly brighten for some reason.

“What is it?” she asked, cautiously.

Blueberry beamed, still maintaining a tight grip on his stash, “IT'S SOMETHING REALLY COOL Y/N!”

She continued to hesitate, prompting Edge to scoff, “WHAT, YOU DON'T TRUST US? STILL?"

It wasn’t an issue of trusting them. Now it was an issue of being the sole focus on six individuals, when a few days ago such focus meant she was currently being hunted.

Still, she wasn’t one to let others see her weakness, so she nodded, moving quickly onto Papyrus offered a hand. Rather than lifting her to his shoulder, he kept her on his gloved hand. She could feel the slight tremor emanating from him, saw how his eyes seemed to sparkle. Whatever it was, she hadn’t seen him this excited since she opened her house-mate warming gift. Actually, everybody seemed excited, she thought, looking around.

“Okay, what is it?” she asked, cautiously.

Sans, Stretch and Red had already left the room, heading for upstairs, while Blueberry hung at the base, literally bouncing with joy while Edge lagged behind.

“COME ON, COME ON! EVERYONE’S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ALL DAY!” then Blueberry rushed upstairs, apparently unable to take standing in that spot much longer.

With a laugh, Papyrus carried Y/n upstairs, his own excitement matching Blueberry as he took the steps two at a time.

When they reached the landing, everyone stood in front of something covered and that was as tall as a filing cabinet. Edge moved passed Papyrus and Y/n to stand beside his brother, determinedly not meeting her stare.

Sans stepped forward, awkwardly rubbing the back of his skull, “y/n, i know that we didn’t meet under the best of circumstances, but we wanted to show you how much we appreciate you letting us live here, and to find a way of thanking you properly.” he looked around at the rest of the skeletons, “we’ve all been getting along so much better since we’ve moved in.”

Stretch laughed, “you should have seen us before kid. every hour there was an argument over something or other.”

“only because you kept stealing my smokes ashtray.”

Stretch shrugged while Edge narrowed his eyes at Red, “I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO DROP THAT FILTHY HABIT.”

Red shrank into his hoodie, “sorry boss.”

“anyway, we all got together and made you this.”

With an eager pull, Blueberry ripped off the coverings, exposing what was underneath.

It was a small, two story-house, build into and set upon a cabinet, complete with a balcony.

“so, what do you think?”

She didn’t answer the question, didn’t even hear who had asked the question. All she knew was she was being moved closer to the house, gently tipped onto the house’s balcony.

“um y/n? don’t you want to see what it looks like inside?”

Absentmindedly, she walked forward and opened the front door, mildly noting that the door and its handle was built for the right size for her.

Inside, there was a kitchen, a lounge room, two doors that lead somewhere and a staircase that lead to an open second floor. All of it fully furnished and made exactly for her size.

“the entire house has electricity, with working light switches and fans, with working plumbing in both the kitchen and bathroom.”

She tested both out in the kitchen, notice the water had both a hot and cold tap and the lights looked like they might have come from Christmas lights.

Someone chuckled outside, “no more filling up a bottle and carrying it into your room. Fresh, hot and cold water will come out of those taps, hooked directly into the house’s main water system. We even managed to build you a small washing machine.”

“BLUEBERRY AND I MADE THE UTILITIES THAT CONNECT TO THE WATER AND ELECTRICITY SYSTEMS, PLUS ALL THE FURNITURE.”

“YEA! WE WANTED TO MAKE EVERYTHING BRIGHT AND SPARKLE, BUT OUR BROTHERS SAID TO LET YOU DECORATE IT HOWEVER YOU WANT, SO YOU CAN TELL US WHAT COLOURS YOU’D LIKE AFTER YOU’RE DONE EXPLORING!”

Someone else chuckled, “since i’ve stolen your basement, i’ve made sure you’ve got one of your own. there’s an elevator build into the floor, over by the stairs that lead directly to it.”

She looked over and saw how a small square section had been deliberately decorated in a different colour. Walking over it, she noticed two pedals, a red and green one, on opposite sides to each other.

“the red one lowers while the green one lifts. give it a try.”

Pressing on the red pedal, the section she stood one was lowered, the whirl of mechanical parts working to lower her. Once her eye level passed the ‘ground’ level, she saw that the cabinet section was made up of multiple levels, each lit up with multiple lights that provided more than enough light for her to see that it went all the way to the ground.

“you’ll notice that the side closest to us and opposite the wall has latches on it?” She looked and saw them, noting how complex and sturdy the latches were, “if you unlatch them, this entire section will open out…in case you ever need to.”

She pushed on the green pedal, bringing herself up once again. Once the floor safely clicked back into place, she turned around and saw multiple skeletons eye lights peering in, looking at her through the multiple windows that were built.

Noticing her expression, Edge strolled forward, “ASSUMING THAT MY BROTHER FOLLOWED MY INSTRUCTIONS, YOU WILL FIND THAT NONE OF US CAN REACH YOU IN THE HOUSE.”

To prove his point, he tried to reach in for her, trying to get her through the door and windows. She jumped back, a small shriek starling even her.

“edge, a little warning –.“

“THAT’S NOTHING. ASSUMING YOU ALL FOLLOWED THE BLUEPRINTS CORRECTLY, THIS THING IS BUILT TO WITHSTAND PUNISHMENT!”

Before anyone could stop him, he had summoned a red bone and began to swing it at the house, sticking with multiple battering blows. The whole house shook and vibrated as she ducked for cover, but held firm under his onslaught.

“edge!”

He stopped swinging, stepping back to his place by his brother’s side, the bone disappearing as quickly as it was summoned, quite pleased and satisfied.

Nervously, Red stepped forward, “i, er, i also made sure that you still access to the vent baby doll. you should see it up on the second floor.”

She turned and could just see the familiar glimmer of the vents bars from here.

“the door and windows have locks that should hold against us and that can only be opened from your side, so, yer got that too.”

When she didn’t reply, he looked away, shrinking into his hoodie and stepped back.

“SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?” Papyrus asked brightly, “DO YOU LOVE IT OR DOES IT FALL TO COMPARE TO OUR GREAT FAMILY?”

She broke, crumpling into the floor as she wailed into her arms.

This, was the singlets, nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. The love and care that had gone into every detail. The fact that they had bothered at all, taking into consideration her needs and wants.

And she had been nothing but a jerk to them all week long.

She sobbed even harder.

“OH Y/N. PLEASE DON’T CRY…OR AT LEAST COME OUT HERE SO THAT THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAN GIVE YOU A HUG.”

“PLEASE Y/N, COME OUT SO WE CAN MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER!"

She shook her head, keeping her face hidden in her arms while her sobs shook her frame.

“come on guys, let's give her some space” Sans mumbled.

“Wait!” she cried out desperately.

Taking deep breaths, she managed to look up from her arms to see all the skeletons looking in at her, concerned.

“Th-thank you” she said sincerely in a shaky voice.

She reburied her head in her arms, unable to look at them any longer, “Than-thank you so much, you-*Hic* you guys- *Sob* you –“ She dissolved into a fresh wave of tears, completely missing the warm expressions on all the skeleton's faces.

 

 Next chapter is called: Larp it up

Chapter Text

Y/n didn’t sleep.

After the skeletons had said goodnight to each other and her, heading off to their own beds, she had been left alone with her dried tears and thoughts: Was this just a nice gesture or were they hoping she’d take to this house and give up her home? Was this a room for her or an extravagant cage for a pet? Why had they bothered? How did they see her? What did this mean for her personally?

Why had this house affected her so emotionally?

She had long ago stopped exploring the house in private, searching for hints of treachery. When she hadn’t found anything, she had come to the balcony, staring out at the bedroom landing, thinking. From here, she watched as the morning sun took over the light source that her house had provided, bathing the bedroom landing in the morning light.

At some point, she realised, she’d had to accept that the skeletons had simply built this as a gesture of goodwill. If they were hoping to trap her, then the house would have been rigid, which it wasn’t. If they had wanted her house in exchange for this house, they would have said something along those lines, which they hadn’t. If the skeletons saw her as just a pet, then the house wouldn’t have been built to be so independent, which it was.

The skeletons' actions confused her, and she had come to understand that was making her suspicious, trying to desperately see ulterior motives because doing so had been what had kept her free up to this point. Trust had always been met with treachery in some form, so what did she expect to happen if she trusted again?

'The problem is that I already do trust them, to some degree. Yet, I’m still this paranoid? Do I want to remain this paranoid for the rest of my life, for however long they live here?’

“MORNING Y/N!”

She looked up and noticed Papyrus and Blueberry in their jogging gear. Edge was behind them, and when she made eye contact with him, he nodded at her, before continuing his stretches.

Now that she was actually viewing them more at an eye level, their jogging outfits were a lot less revealing (although she still felt like their clothes were definitely on the eccentric side).

She yawned, her second wind having kicked in hours ago, “Morning guys.”

Before she could add anything, Blueberry piped up, “SO Y/N, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE HOUSE!?”

“WHAT COLOURS WOULD YOU LIKE?” Papyrus added.

“IS THERE SOMETHING MISSING?”

“WOULD YOU LIKE US TO ADDED ANYTHING?”

“DID THE IDIOTS SCREW UP ANYWHERE?” Edge asked, eyeing the outside of the house with a critical eye.

She laughed, raising her hands to stop the onslaught of questions, “Guys! The house is perfect, there isn’t anything missing.” She eyed Edge, “They did a wonderful job. No faults.”

Edge nodded, then continued to look around, regardless.

She turned back to the other two, considering, “As for the colours.” She looked around her, “I’m happy to leave it as is. I think I rather like it like this.” She turned to face them, beaming, “Thank you guys.”

They all blushed, looking away.

“OH!” Blueberry brightened, the blush quickly fading, “Y/N, DO YOU WANT TO COME FOR A RUN THIS MORNING?”

Y/n shook her head and Blueberry’s expression fell. Edge eyed her meaningfully, but said nothing.

“THAT’S OKAY Y/N!” Papyrus smiled gently, “WE’LL BE BACK SOON AFTER OUR INTENSE FRIENDSHIP MORNING RUN!”

Edge growled, “STOP CALLING IT THAT! IT IS NOT A BOUNDING THING! IT IS AN INTENSE DEATH MARCH, WHERE YOU ATTEMPT TO COMPETE WITH MY SUPERIOR SELF!”

“WOULDN’T WE ONLY HAVE TO DO THIS ONCE IF IT WAS JUST A COMPETITION?” Blueberry asked, smiling smugly at Edge.

Edge spluttered, “WE-WELL OF COURSE! I, ER, WHAT I MEANT TO SAY WAS, AH! YOU PATHETIC FOOLS ATTEMPT TO BEAT ME EVERY DAY!”

“WHAT ABOUT THAT DAY WHEN I-“

“NEVER HAPPENED!”

Papyrus, still smiling, walked downstairs with Blueberry and Edge automatically following him, still bickering.

Smiling fondly after them, Y/n stood up with a stretch, feeling her back crack. Looking back at her house, she thought about the bathroom with an actual working shower she had yet to test.

It was a simple matter climbing back to her old room and fetching the soap bar and washcloths she had been using, up to this point, as her only source of hygiene and cleaning products. After cutting off a more manageable slice off the soap, she entered the bathroom.

Everything in here was only slightly too big for her. Honestly, if she didn’t have her memories of what a bathroom experience use to be like, she would have assumed this was the right size for her. Smiling sadly, she turned on the shower taps.

She giggled when she felt the hot water scold her skin, laughing when she adjusted the tap and the water turned cold. Quickly, she stripped and stepped under the flowing water, making the necessary adjustments so that the water only slightly heated her skin. She stood under the flowing water, letting it flow into her open mouth, soak her hair and watched with giddy glee as it ran off her fingertips.

After she had finished playing with the water, she turned and picked up her soap, reflecting back on how she used to clean herself.

Showers hadn’t been possible for her, and a full bath would have been a waste of water. Instead, she had to wet the washcloth with cool water, using it to lather up the soap, which she then applied to dry skin. Washing the soap off involved wetting a clean corner of the washcloth and whipping herself down. It hadn’t been a fun experience, and she had come to dread having showers in the colder weather.

‘No more of that. Now I can actually have proper, daily showers again!’

She could feel her tears mixing in with the flowing of shower’s water, but she quickly scrubbed them away. While she was still somewhat shocked she was getting this emotional over something like a shower, she already knew what the skeletons did for her meant more than she could ever say. Perhaps even more than they themselves suspected.

~*~

After getting out, drying herself, getting dressed and climbing up onto the hall table to wait for the runners to come back, she surprised to see that she wasn’t the only one who was damp.

“What happened?”

Edge glared at her while he wrung out his shirt with both hands. Papyrus and Blueberry had decided to merely taken off their shirts and were currently wringing them out on the porch while it rained heavily behind them.

"WHAT HAPPENED?! WHAT HAPPENED IS THAT WE WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR RUN, WHEN SUDDENLY THIS RAIN CAME IN FROM NOWHERE!"

She laughed, “Yea, that’s pretty normal for the weather around here.” She looked outside and past him, smiling, “Expect it to rain all day, maybe even a bit tomorrow.”

Blueberry gasped, “BUT WHAT ABOUT OUR SCHEDULE! WE WERE HOPING TO GET ALL THE OUTSIDE PROJECTS DONE BY TODAY!”

She shrugged, “Sorry guys. Guess it’s an indoor-day today.”

The skeletons groaned.

She turned to Blueberry, “Are you going to have a shower before cooking breakfast?”

Blueberry shook his head, “I’LL JUST CHANGE MY SHIRT. BE RIGHT BACK!”

Then he ran off upstairs.

Papyrus turned to her, shirt still in his hand, “IS THAT WHY YOUR HAIR IS WET? BECAUSE OF THE RAIN?”

She ran her fingers through her damp hair, “No. I’ve just come out of the shower.”

“Y/N! WHAT ABOUT BITTIES SHRINKING WHEN YOU GET WET?!”

‘What’s he talking about?’

Then she remembered the lie she had told to get out of another, horrible pancake. Laughing, she reassured him, “No, it’s fine Papyrus. Turns out I was wrong about that.”

“ARE YOU SURE?” he asked, his gaze doubtful.

“Positive.”

That seemed to convince him, because he brightened and asked, “CAN I TOUCH YOUR HAIR THEN?”

The question threw her, and she wasn’t the only one.

“Y-YOU WANT TO TOUCH HER HAIR!?” Edge spluttered.

Papyrus nodded, beaming, “I’M CURIOUS IF IT FEELS DIFFERENT WHEN IT'S WET.”

“YOU’VE FELT IT BEFORE!?!”

Papyrus stepped forward, taking off one of his gloves, “WELL, I DIDN’T GET TO FEEL IT WITH MY HAND BEFORE.”

That didn’t go over well with Edge, whose scowl turned into a thunderous expression, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN’T USE YOUR HAND!! HOW DID YOU FEEL IT!?!”

Papyrus hesitated, looking at her.

Y/n was equally confused. The only times that Papyrus had a chance to feel her hair was when he had picked her up on the day of the water fight, a few random hand carrying trips and yesterday when he carried her to the kitchen.

‘Perhaps he is talking about the water day?’ She did recall him saying how she tickled him.

Either way, Edge was getting angrier and Papyrus still had his hand out, looking questioningly at her.

She nodded, offering her head.

Papyrus, beaming, eagerly out-stretched a finger, which he used to lightly touch her hair.

Looking at him, shirtless and ever so shy, she couldn’t help but giggle.

He instantly withdrew his hand. “I’M SORRY! DID I HURT YOU?”

Smiling, she shook her head, “No, you’re fine Papyrus. It’s just, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so shy before.” 'Or shirtless, but I won’t say that out loud.’

Papyrus blushed, looking away.

“WHAT’S GOING ON?”

She turned to see Blueberry, wearing a new shirt, staring at disbelief from the top stairs.

“THE PEST IS LETTING HERSELF BE PETTED.”

She turned to glare at Edge, who met her glare unflinching.

Before she could tell Edge off for his remark, Blueberry piped up “CAN I PET YOU TOO?”

She sighed, looking at Blueberry, “Papyrus wasn't petting me. He wanted to see what my hair felt like when it's wet."

“OH.” He smiled, “CAN I FEEL YOU HAIR TOO Y/N?”

She stared at him, “Why?”

“I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TOO.”

Seeing no reason to deny him, she nodded.

Blueberry ran downstairs, tearing off his glove. When he noticed her flinch at his abrupt approach, he slowed to a stop. Taking a deep breath, he slowly extended his finger, lightly nuzzling her with one of his phalanges.

“DON’T YOU HAVE BREAKFAST YOU SHOULD BE COOKING?!”

Blueberry instantly pulled his finger back, blushing. Lifting her head, she turned to Edge, who looked even angrier than he did before.

Figuring it was because of the double-stranded, she sighed and bowed her head again, “Edge, would you like to feel my hair too?”

Before Edge could respond, Blueberry had whisked her away, running with her to the kitchen. “NO TIME! WE’VE GOT TO GET STARTED OR WE’LL BE LATE!”

“WAIT A MINUTE!”

Blueberry ignored Edge and it took Y/n a few times to get him to notice her tapping his hands, calling “Blue!”

He stopped in the kitchen, looking down at her in surprise. “You can’t pick me up like that! You need to ask me first.”

Gasping, he quickly dropped her on the table. “Y/N! I’M SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO PICK YOU UP…OR DROP YOU JUST THEN!”

Pushing herself up, she looked up into Blueberry’s distraught face. Folding her arms, she looked up at him, crossed, “You need to do better than that. Okay? Ask me next time.”

He nodded, his expression falling, “OKAY Y/N. I’M SORRY.”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” They both turned to see Edge standing in the doorway, glaring.

“COOKING LESSON WITH Y/N?”

“YOU CAN’T TAKE HER AWAY WHEN SHE WAS TALKING TO ME!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO-“

“LIKE HELL YOU DIDN’T KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE DOING!” Edge came into the kitchen, sitting down at the table and folded his arms. “I’M GOING TO SIT HERE AND WATCH YOU, AND MAKE SURE YOU DON’T DO ANYTHING ELSE BY ‘ACCIDENT’.”

“OH, ARE WE ALLOWED TO WATCH EACH OTHER'S LESSONS NOW?” Papyrus quickly entered (still shirtless) and sat opposite of Edge at the table, his head balanced on both hands.

Blueberry huffed “NO! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO WATCH!”

Sighing, knowing just how stubborn Edge could be and how she couldn’t ask Papyrus to leave if she couldn’t get Edge to go, she turned to Blueberry. “Just let them watch.” She shrugged, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

~*~

The worst happened.

Okay, so it wasn’t quite, ‘my kitchen’s on fire!’ that had been her first encounter with their ‘cooking’, but it did involve a lot of bickering between Blueberry and Edge, with all three of them offering to ‘help’, causing the whole kitchen to be covered in batter.

At some point, she had given up and had watched the whole show on an overturned mixing bowl that, sadly, was now empty (and not because it had been emptied cooking pancakes).

She vowed to never again, allow any combination of these three in the kitchen at once.

After pancakes had been cooked, Blueberry carried her to the table and the waiting brothers, with Papyrus and Edge following close behind.

“er, why are you shirtless bro?”

Papyrus looked down at his batter-covered ribs, seemingly having just noticed. He looked up, beaming, “IT RAINED WHILE WE WERE HAVING OUR MORNING FRIENDSHIP RUN!”

“DEATH MARCH!”

Stretch leaned back, eyeing Y/n, “how did it go, with all our brothers in there helping you? bet it went quickly with all the helping hands.”

Glaring at Sans, Stretch and Red, who obviously knew better than to let that happen (if their smug smiles were anything to go on), she smiled fakely, “Oh! It was just perfect! Thank you for asking!”

All three of them chuckled and she was pretty sure she just saw Sans and Red high-five each other under the table!

Looking to her breakfast to avoid their smug, knowing grins, she dug into her pancakes. They were okay, but since they were small, she knew her pieces were at least cooked, unlike a few she knew had to be doughy in the middle.

“so y/n, how did you sleep last night?”

She looked up to see Sans looking at her curiously, with every other skeleton waiting to see what her answer was.

“Great!” Beaming, she admitted, “Actually guys, that house is the single, nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” She looked around the room, her smile huge, “Thank you. Really. I don’t think I can express in words how much you guys doing that for me means to me.”

All of their faces blushed and they all looked away, many of them rubbing the back of their heads.

“OH!” Papyrus turned to face her, “IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE WE CAN GET YOU, ANYTHING THAT'S MISSING? LIKE A BRUSH FOR YOUR LOVELY HAIR?”

She laughed, shaking her head, “No thanks Paps, I’m fine thanks.”

“brush?” asked Stretch, curious, “why that specifically?”

“Y/N LET US PET HER HAIR THIS MORNING!” Blueberry beamed, looking positively proud that he had done so, and ignoring the fact that Edge was glaring at him.

“AND I’VE FOUND A WONDERFUL WEBSITE THAT SELLS ALL KINDS OF THINGS FOR BITTIES” Papyrus added, pulling out his phone.

Red perked up, “really? show us paps.”

While Papyrus slid over his phone to Red and Edge, Stretch looked over at her with interest. “really? mind if i can touch it too y/n?”

“Um-“

Papyrus gasped, “STRETCH! YOU HAVE AN INTEREST IN GLORIOUS HAIR TOO?!” His eyes sparkled, “I KNEW WE WOULD HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON!”

“Stop!”

All eye lights focused on Y/n, who was standing up now. She glared at them, “Is that how you all see me?! As some sort of pet you can buy accessories for and pet!” She looked down at her plate, “Is that why you built a house? Is it just pet house to you guys?”

The skeletons gaped at her, before Papyrus and Blueberry leaned in at once.

“OF COURSE NOT Y/N!”

“YOU’RE SO MUCH MORE TO US THAN A PET!”

“NOT TO SAY THAT YOU ARE A PET!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT! EVEN IF PETTING YOU IS NICE, THAT DOESN’T MAKE YOU A PET!”

“WE JUST MEANT YOU’RE WORTH MORE TO US THAN A PET!”

“NOT THAT WE PLAN TO SELL YOU OR THAT YOU CAN BE REPLACED LIKE A GOLDFISH!”

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?! YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE WE’RE GOING TO ACCIDENTALLY KILL HER!”

“i think-“ Sans called out, stilling the babble of Papyrus and Blueberry, who appeared on the edge of tears because of the hole they kept digging themselves, “-what they’re trying to say is that we’re sorry kid.” He looked around the room, “we didn’t mean to make you feel like you’re a pet to us.” He shrugged, grinning at her, “we apawoglise.”

She snorted, sitting back down while Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge groaned. “I’m sorry to guys. I didn’t mean to jump to conclusions like that.” She grinned, winking, “I think you guys are pretty pawsome!”

“Y/N! WHY?!” “Y/N! WHY?!” “Y/N! WHY?!”

~*~

Breakfast went smoothly after that. Sans, Stretch and Red continued to exchange pet puns, but Y/n quickly dropped out, unable to keep up with the pun masters (they had grinned when she called them that). Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge ate their breakfast as fast as they could, before taking the dirty plates and heading off to the kitchen to clean the batter from the walls. They all had levelled disappointing glances at her as they left, which she could only shrug too. Funny was funny, and there was something about telling really bad puns and watching their reactions.

Right now, Y/n, Sans, Stretch and Red were listening to the loud clattering sounds of cleaning and arguments over proper cleaning methods coming from the kitchen.

Red winked over at her, “well, yer sure might not be a pet, but if you followed me home, I’d keep ya.”

She grinned, staring Red down. “I’d only be following you because my parents told me to follow my dreams.”

Sans and Stretch spluttered, obviously not expecting that answer, but it was Red’s reaction she found the most entertaining. He stared at her, like it was taking him a few seconds to realise what she had just said. When it finally clicked, he blushed and tried to disappear into his hoodie.

She laughed, eyeing him, “You know Red, you’re always saying these things, but I don’t think you can handle it if someone said them back to you.”

Red sat up, his blush still present. “you think so baby doll?” His grin got cocky, “prepared to put your mouth where your money is?”

“In my pants?” she grinned cheekily.

Red matched her grin, “oh, you’re good. first one to blush or look away, loses.” He leaned in towards her, “and if i win, yer have to give me a peck on me cheek."

She nodded, confident, “And if I win, I want a back massage.”

“best. bet. ever.”

“I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR YOUR ATTEMPTS AT FLIRTING!”

Edge came strolling out, glaring down at Red. Before Red could reply, Edge leaned down over his brother, who was sweating now, “I’M GOING TO BE CHALLENGING THAT CREAMPUFF TO A GAME OF CHESS AND I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR THAT YOU CONTINUED WITH THIS SAD BET AFTER I LEFT!”

“of course not boss!”

Papyrus walked past the dining room archway (now wearing a shirt), calling back, “I BAGS THE WHITE PIECES!”

Edge looked away from his brother and strolled out, “WHO WOULD WANT TO BE WHITE WHEN BLACK IS THE SUPERIOR COLOUR!?”

“IT IS NOT! THAT’S WHY WHITE ALWAYS GOES FIRST.”

“MAYBE IN YOUR UNIVERSE!”

Blueberry came in, looking disappointed.

“what’s up bro?” Stretch asked.

Blueberry sighed, “i have to wait to play the winner.” He walked out, heading for the stairs.

With a sigh, Stretch pushed himself up. “welp, I’m going to go.” He nodded towards Sans, “tell me who the winner is.”

Sans grinned, “is there really going to be a winner?”

Stretch chuckled and left, following his brother upstairs.

Red pointed to Sans, “ok sans, you’ve just volunteered to be our unbiased judge.”

“i didn’t-“

Red turned to her, “you agree?”

She nodded, preparing herself.

‘So, apparently, we’re going to ignore Edge?’ She was okay with that.

Red grinned, eyeing her lips, “don’t bite your lip baby doll. i wanna be the one doin’ that.”

She quickly took her teeth off her lips.

“I know that milk does a body good, but dam Red! How much have you been drinking?”

Red rolled his eyes while Sans snickered.

“i’m very thirsty sweetheart and yer body is 75% water.” He licked his teeth.

She leaned forward, “That’s how you can tell I’m happy to see you. That, or I’ve just sat in a puddle.”

Sans covered his eyes, “really?”

Red grinned, “baby doll, i’m just like a fire-fighter. i find them hot and leave them wet.”

She fanned herself, “Is it why it’s hot in here or is it just you?” She licked her finger and pretended to touch Red with it, making a "tsst" sound, winking.

“stars!” Sans buried his head in his hands.

“can it vanilla, if you were even half as gorgeous as me, I’d consider sleepin' with ya.”

She almost lost it, her cheeks puffed out as she desperately tried to hold back a snort from Sans’s disgusted reaction to Red's comment.

When Sans reburied his head, Red grinned at her, winking before he indicated his head towards Sans with a questions look. Getting the message, her grin broadened and she nodded, thus sealing the deal with another optimistic tormentor.

Red tapped his skull, “what’s a nice girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?”

She shrugged, “I’m sure I’m a bit cold, seeing as how I’ve been running around there all night naked.”

Red nearly lost it, his eyes quivering and trying desperately to not look away. Sans, meanwhile, had his head buried in his arms, refusing to look up (or judge, apparently).

It took a moment, but Red eventually recovered. He cocked a finger at her, motion for her to get closer. Expecting a trap, she approached slowly. He winked down at her as she sat closer before, “i made ya come with just a finger. imagine what i could do with my whole hand?”

The only thing that saved her was thinking about her Nan naked that one time she had walked into the unlocked bathroom. After she took long, deep, shuddering breaths, she offered her hand to Red, "The name’s skittles. Wanna taste my rainbow?”

Now it was Red’s turn to bite his lip.

Eventually, he shook her hand with his pinkie, “because i have such a package, you could call me-"  One of Red’s eyes disappeared while the other blazed red, “-a one-eyed monster!”

“okay, that’s it, i’m done.”

Sans vanished from the chair, and they both could hear him calling out from the living room, “you two are the worst!”

Y/n ran forward and high fived Red’s waiting hand, both of them howling.

“We did it! I expected him to last much longer than that!”

Red chuckled, wiping away tears, “what? mr vanilla? nah, i’m not surprised.” He looked down at her in admiration, “damn babydoll, you’ve got one hell of a saucy mind there.”

She grinned, “Forget saucy, it’s straight up filthy.” She shrugged, “Between growing up with a dad in the trade industry, going to public school and being a female in the general public, you pick up a few things.”

Red laughed, leaning on a hand and smiling fondly at her, “heh, i’ll say.” He shrugged, “it’s a shame we didn’t settle our bet though.”

She grinned, “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

He pushed his head away from his hand, looking down at her incredulous, “what, you really think you could beat me?”

“Oh, I’m not saying you’re not a worthy opponent, but I’ve got a secret weapon.”

Red rolled his eyes, but passively watched her as she made her way to his hand. She lifted his hand, much to his surprise, flipping it so that it so she could caress her cheek with his palm. Looking up at a startled Red, she said sincerely, “But really Red, thank you. This was fun.” She beamed up at him, her grin widening the moment his cheeks burned neon red.

Red vanished from sight.

Laughing, Y/n could barely hear the sounds of what might be Red turning up in the living room and getting questioned by Sans.

She called out to the house at large, “Oh, and I never said the back massage was for me!”

She could hear an echoing groan, furthering broaden her smile.

~*~

With nothing better to do and with it still raining outside, Y/n entered the vent and noted what the skeletons were doing. Sans and Red were watching a sci-fi comedy cartoon show series (well, Sans was watching, Red had disappeared into his hoodie). Papyrus and Edge were well into their chess match, surprising her with how civil they were (or perhaps the word was quiet).

‘Which just leaves Stretch and Blueberry.’

Last she had seen them; they were heading upstairs, which is where she headed off to. Sure enough, she heard the sounds of Blueberry talking, coming from the direction of his room.

“FEAR NOT MAIDEN! I SHALL SAVE YOU.”

Y/n stared at the vent bar leading to his room, the only thing stopping her from seeing what he was doing.

She really wanted to know what he was up too, but if she knocked, there was a chance he’d stop or wouldn’t get back into whatever sounded like he was really in to.

Giving into temptation, she quietly pushed the vents open slightly and peered in.

Stretch was leaning back on Blueberry’s bed, smiling fondly as he watched his brother on the floor. Blueberry, meanwhile, had all his action figures out and placed around the room, apparently midway through an epic battle. She smiled as she watched him, his entire self-brimming in enjoyment as he used his magic to move many things at once.

She was just about to knock when she spied something she really wanted; last night’s lollies, placed into a fake chest and up on his desk.

Seeing a way to them and a fun way to pass time, she grinned and left, heading back to the attic for supplies and her sewing kit.

~*~

It didn’t take long; a few blanket stitches and she was back, looking at Blueberry's vent.

Only this time, she knocked.

“Y/N?”

She called through, “Hey Blue, can I come in?”

“OF COURSE!”

Grinning, she turned and left, running for her vent attached to her house. She didn’t have long and she really didn’t want to leave Blueberry hanging, but she also didn’t want him to see what she was wearing till she was ready.

She came out of her vent and jumped down from her house, running towards his door.

“Y/N?”

She squeezed under his door, her now relatively empty bag just managing to follow her. When she looked up, she saw that both brothers were staring at the vent.

‘Perfect!’

She bolted for his bookshelves, laying back on the bottom shelf and waited to be discovered.

“Y/N? ARE YOU OKAY UP THERE?”

“Who’s this ‘Y/n’ you keep yammering on about?”

Blueberry spun around, to see her looking out from under her new hood and mask.

“Y/N! HOW DID YOU GET THERE?.....AND WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?”

Pushing herself up, she approached the action figure with a sword that appeared to be the General of the Army, the one with the most details and moveable appendages.

“No clue why you keep calling me Y/n friend.” She offered the action figure her hand, “The name’s Sneak. Sneak the Rogue.”

“ER…”

She shook her hand impatiently at the figure, “Well? Are you just going to leave a girl hanging?”

Blueberry’s eyes glowed and the action figure was suddenly surrounded by a blue glow. It lifted its hand to her, which she gladly shook.

She grinned, “See that wasn’t too hard, was it?”

“Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU-“

“That’s not my name, friend. It’s Sneak, remember?”

Blueberry sighed, lowering himself back to the floor, “FINE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING SNEAK?”

“I’m looking for a brave adventurer to help me on an epic quest.”

“EPIC QUEST?”

“Yep.” She circled the action figure, looking it up and down, “And correct me if I’m wrong, but you look like a brave, dashing knight if I ever saw one.”

Stretch chuckled from his sitting up-right position on Blueberry’s bed, a lollypop between his teeth.

Blueberry puffed out his chest, “BUT OF COURSE! NO ONE IS BRAVER OR MORE DASHING THAN THE MAGNIFICENT SANS! MWEH HEH HEH!”

‘Sans?’

Eyes trained on the action figure, she asked, “Is that what they call you knight?”

The action figure moved, posing with a hand to its chest and an arm out. “YOU CAN CALL ME BLUE THE BRAVE!”

Smiling, she took its hand, “Oh Sir Brave! Will you help me in my epic quest for treasure and glory?”

Sir Brave knelt before her, holding her hand. Raising her hand to its immobile lips, it looked up at her, “I WOULD BE HONOURED, MY FAIR MAIDEN.”

Blushing, not quite expecting Blueberry to be this into, she looked away shyly.

Sir Brave dropped her hand and stood up, his actions not quite fluid but still impressive. Next thing she saw, Sir Brave had jumped into the air, his fists raised in celebration. “MWEH HEH HEH, THIS IS GOING TO BE AWESOME!” It spun to face her, “WHAT’S THE QUEST?”

She pointed to the desk, “I need help climbing Mt Toohigh. There, we will find the lost treasure.”

Sir Brave nodded, and together they walked towards the desk (Mt Toohigh).

Suddenly, Sneak was flying, pushed aside by a sudden force, the impact not unlike getting hit with a pillow. Looking around her, she saw a plush triceratops pawing at the ground, surrounded by an orange glow. She looked up at the bed and saw Stretch lying upon it, mischief grin under his glowing eye. When he noticed her glaring at him, he winked and pointed behind her. She turned just as the triceratops came barrelling into her, trapping her under it.

With a hand flung out, she called, “Sir Brave! Help me!”

“I’LL SAVE YOU!”

The triceratops nuzzled her, rubbing its chin on her face. With one arm trapped under her, she attempted to push away the smothering folds off her face in annoyance. In response, the triceratops moved more predominately on her face.

“SNEAK!”

The triceratops was shoved off, rolling away across the floor. Being able to see past its colourful felt again, she looked up and saw Sir Brave offering her a hand, which she gladly took.

Pulling her to her feet, Sir Brave turned to face the triceratops, who was back on its feet and pawing the ground again, “STAY BEHIND ME SNEAK, I SHALL VANQUISH THIS BEAST.”

The triceratops threw its head back. “roar”

Y/n spluttered, quickly dissolving into laughter. The deadpan, monotone Stretch used to deliver that line was in stanch contrast to the animated, life-like movements the triceratops was doing.

“BROTHER!”

Still laughing, she looked up to see Blueberry glaring at Stretch from the floor. Stretch smiled and winked at her, using a hand to playfully claw at the air.

“roar roar.”

Holding back more laughter, Sneak turned back to face the triceratops, “Do not be deceived by the beast’s call Sir Brave! It is a trickster beast that we shall defeat together!”

Blueberry looked away from Stretch and returned his attention to Sir Brave, who quickly resumed a blue glow surrounding him.

Sir Brave turned to face her, “TOGETHER?”

She nodded, offering her hand, “Together, questing partner!”

There was a pause where Sir Brave stared at her (not that he could blink, but he sure wasn’t moving), before he shook her hand, “QUESTING PARTNER!”

They turned as one to the triceratops, charging forward with their battle cries.

Sneak leapt upon its back, trying to topple it. Sir Brave was swinging his sword at its face, ducking and diving around the horn. The triceratops backed up, swinging its face side to side.

Seeing Stretch grin from the corner of her eye, Sneak called out “Watch out!”

The triceratops reared up, throwing Y/n off its back. When she pushed herself back up, the triceratops was charging at Sir Brave, who dived out of way in time.

She ran over to him, helping him from the ground. “We need a plan!”

“LIKE WHAT?” Sir Brave turned, watching the triceratops quickly running towards them.

She pulled off her bag, yelling, “Keep it distracted and off me!”

“YOU CAN COUNT ON ME MAIDEN!” Sir Brave readied his sword and ran towards the oncoming triceratops.

Grinning, she found what she needed and quickly put her bag back on. She looked at Sir Brave, who was ducking and diving around the triceratops pawing legs and bucking head, trying to impale him with its horn.

She ran over behind the triceratops, tying one end of the shoelace around its tail. Once done, she quickly ran around it, passing Sir Brave twice. After looping the triceratops twice, she stood behind Sir Brave, who was still fighting the beast.

“Sir Brave! Jump over the rope and help me pull!”

Sir Brave nimbly stepped over the rope and together, they pulled. The triceratops wobbled, and fell to its side. It tried to move, but Sneak and Sir Brave held the rope and it quickly gave up.

“WE DID IT!”

Taking the rope for Sir Brave’s hand, Sneak tied a knot, keeping the triceratops trapped. She was barely done with the knot when she was being lifted into the arms of Sir Brave.

She grinned down, she cheered back, “Yea we did!”

He placed her on the ground, and she immediately hugged and lifted him in turn, spinning his light body around in circles and laughing. She saw Blueberry grinning off to the side and Stretch smiling….with his phone out.

She quickly dropped Sir Brave.

Adjusting her mask, making sure it covered her blush, she cleared her throat, “*Ahem*, Come on Sir Brave, we still have a mountain to conquer.”

~*~

After setting the triceratops free and retrieving the rope (and after Sir Brave had lectured it about ‘respecting personal space’, much to her and Stretch’s amusement and continued recording), Sneak and Sir Brave were nearing the top of Mt Toohigh.

“Hold on Sir Brave!”

“MY GRIP IS SLIPPING!”

Suffice to say, they had both been swept into the drama of the climb, with each of them having needed to ‘save’ the other multiple time now.

Climbing back down, Sneak reached out to Sir Brave, who was dangling from one hand. “Come on! Reach for me!”

Sir Brave looked up at her, “I CAN’T!”

“I can’t do this without you!” Her expression fell, “I need you” she whispered.

Sir Brave hung there. Then, with what appeared to be a tremendous amount of will, he swung up his arm, grabbing her by the wrist. With a strong heave, Sneak flung Sir Brave up, throwing him safely on top of Mt Toohigh.

She followed, pulling herself up and over the final hurdle, to lay face-first down and breathing heavily.

“We made it” she whispered.

Sir Brave jumped up, “WE MADE IT!”

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?”

Looking up, she saw Papyrus standing in Blueberry’s door, looking at her in confusion.

Blueberry, still sitting on the floor, but much closer to the desk now, exclaimed “WE’VE BEEN ON AN EPIC QUEST!”

“REALLY?!” Papyrus eyes sparkled, looking from her clothes to the other action figures still out on the floor behind Blueberry.

“YEA!” Sir Brave lifted Sneak from the ground and posed with her, “I AM SIR BRAVE, THE BLUE KNIGHT, AND THIS IS MY QUESTING PARTNER, SNEAK, THE ROGUE!"

Y/n asked with a laugh, “Would you like to join us?” Before Papyrus could reply, she threw her head back, a hand to her forehead, “Oh, if only we could find another knight to join us in our epic quest!”

Papyrus seemed to be going through an internal battle, before he briskly nodded. “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”

Then he was gone, running downstairs by the sound of it.

Blueberry and Sir Brave turned to face her, “HAVEN’T WE COMPLETED OUR QUEST?” They both gestured to the chest, overflowing with lollies, “WE’VE GOT THE TREASURE. WHAT’S LEFT FOR US TO DO?”

She walked over to the chest, gleefully looking at it.

‘No way I can carry all this subtly.’

Picking up a piece, she walked over to Sir Brave, “We’ve still got to carry this back if we want the people of the land to benefit from our heroic deeds.” She looked directly at Blueberry, “Unless you want to stop now?”

Blueberry quickly shook his head, “NO!” He beamed at her, “THIS IS THE MOST FUN I’VE EVER HAD!”

“and i’ve still got a charge on my phone.”

She glared at Stretch, who smiled back at her behind his phone. Pretending he wasn’t there, she offered the lolly to Sir Brave, “Then let us rest here and partake of our bounty. The lost treasure is rumoured to have energy-restoring powers.”

“NOT BEFORE YOU’VE HAD LUNCH!”

Papyrus returned, lifting the chest up and away, to replace it with a small plate of bitty-sized sandwiches. He placed the chest on the top of a nearby bookshelf, before walking over and handing a plate to Stretch and Blueberry each.

“Papyrus! That was my-er our treasure!”

Papyrus gasped dramatically, “LOST IN A MYSTERIOUS STORM, OUR HEROES' TREASURE WAS SUDDENLY LOST IN THE FURY OF NATURE’S CHAOS!” He brightened, “FORTUNATELY, A NEW HERO WAS ALSO SWEPT IN, WHO WISHES TO JOIN THE HEROES ON THEIR QUEST TO, ONCE AGAIN, FIND THE TREASURE!”

Papyrus placed an action figure on the desk, and she recognised it as one that came from his collection.

The action figure was surrounded by an orange glow and no sooner than it had, it was posing with its own sword, “GREETING HEROES! I AM SIR PAPYRUS THE PROUD AND I WISH TO JOIN YOU IN YOUR HEROIC QUEST!”

“WELL MET FELLOW KNIGHT!” Sir Brave strode over and shook Sir Proud’s hand, shaking the whole action figure up and down because Papyrus hadn’t been ready to let his action figure's arm relax.

After Sir Proud had been placed back on the ground, he strolled towards Y/n, “GREETINGS! AND WHO MIGHT YOU BE?”

She looked down at the offered hand, before looking at the chest that was across the room and twice as high as it was before.

Blueberry’s face fell slightly. “I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO KEEP PLAYING?”

Looking down at the one lolly that was the sum of her effort so far, she sighed and placed it into her bag. She would be lying if she said the only reason she was here was the loot now. It had been absolutely fun questing with Blueberry, and with Papyrus….

She strolled forward, “Well meet Sir Proud! I am called Sneak the Rogue, but you may call me friend.”

~*~

After lunch (which consisted of Sir Brave and Sir Proud lifting the same sandwich multiple time to their faces while their owners made over exaggerated munching sounds while eating their own sandwiches behind them), the heroes were off, crossing the vast plains of barren wildness toward Mt Waytoohigh.

“Guys! I can’t go on. You- *gasp* you’ll have to go on without….me.”

Sneak fell to the floor, unable to go on.

“SNEAK!” “SNEAK!”

She was lifted from the ground, a knight on either side.

“HOLD ON! WE’RE ALMOST THERE!”

“DON’T YOU LEAVE US SNEAK!”

“what’s going on here?”

Peering from under her eyelids, she saw Sans standing confused in the doorway with Red right behind him. Edge stood further back, watching, before he turned away and slammed his bedroom door behind him.

“epic quest” Stretch stated, somewhere off to the side, most likely still recording from the bed.

Red scoffed, “sure, like that explains everything.”

Sans walked into the room and beyond her vision, “can I borrow this?”

“SNEAK! YOU’RE AWAKE!”

She looked away from the doorway and realised, too late, she had accidentally opened her eyes fully.

“Er-“ she pushed herself up, “I am recovered! The strength of your words-!”

The sensation of getting hit once again with something pillow-like again stopped her, as whatever hit her sent her flying forward. She was still struggling to push herself up from the floor when two, nub-like plush hands grabbed her and stuffed her in some sort of bag. No sooner was she inside when it ran away, jarring her side to side as she bounced in the bag.

“SNEAK!” “SNEAK!”

“Save me!” she called out.

Unable to see, the sensation of the running stopped. Instead, it was replaced by hardwood hitting her again and again as whatever had her climbed up.

“Ow, ow!” She called out, angrily.

There was a pause, then a flipping sensation as whatever had her climbed up backwards. Sensing an opportunity, she felt for the entrance to the bag and managed to push her head through.

Sans stood grinning by the open toy chest, an eye glowing, Red was leaning in the doorway smiling and Stretch still had his phone out.  Looking to the ground, she saw that she was right about the climbing; the ground and the running figures of Sir Brave and Sir Proud were below her. If she had to guess, whatever had her was climbing the very bookshelf they had been walking too.

‘Speaking of, what has me?’

It was furry, whatever it was, grey, had a snout and a tail that swung below her, all of it surrounded by a blue glow.

“WE’RE COMING SNEAK!”

Before she could investigate further, she looked down below her and saw the knights make their way to the shelves, and begin to climb.

The creature that had her pulled itself up onto the top shelf, off to the side of the chest. Pulling a book out, the creature pushed it off the shelf and down towards the knights

“Watch out!”

*crunch*

“Sir Brave! Sir Proud!”

“WE’RE OKAY!”

“YEA! THE BOOK, ER, BOLDER, JUST MISSED US!”

The creature began to pull another book out.

“Oh no you don’t!”

She began to violent twist and turn, trying to throw her weight around and away from the books. She managed to topple the creature over, and she took the opportunity to pull herself out. Before she could stand the creature lashed forward, grabbing her around the waist with its mouth.

With a gut reaching sensation, she was lifted into the air. Looking below her, she saw the creatures arms had opened up an attached pouch below.

‘Pouch?...kangaroo!’

Guessing that it planned to drop her in again, she cried “Not again!” and twisted right out of its mouth. She barely had any time to stand, when it was upon once again, nibbling at her sides.

She howled uncontrollably from the ticklish sensation. “St-stop it!” she giggled breathlessly.

She wasn’t the only one laughing, she realised in horror; the sounds of all the skeletons in the room laughing were audible over her own shrieks!

Desperate, with tears in her eyes, she called out, “Sir Brave, Sir Proud, HELP ME!”

“WE’RE *SNICKER*, WE’RE COMING!”

“HOLD ON *SNORT*SNEAK.”

‘I’d believe you if you could actually say that without laughing!’

She flayed around, trying to escape the tickling attack, but the creature had cornered her, trapping her in. Just as she started the feel a stitch form and was seriously considering just throwing herself off the shelf to escape, the kangaroo was pulled back and away from her.

Looking, she saw the kangaroo being wrestled to the ground by both Sir Brave and Sir Proud. Pushing herself slowly, one hand clutching the stitch on her side, she looked around for something to trap the monster.

‘There isn’t enough space to tie it with a rope!’

Coming up with an idea, she called out, “Sir Brave, Sire Proud! Trap it with the books!”

“HOW!?” Sir Brave called, pulling the kangaroo's arms back from its bucking back.

Running to the far side, and away from the books, she called out, “Start by letting it go!”

They quickly let go, although she wasn’t too sure how much longer they could have held on anyway.

Waving her arms, she yelled, “Over here! Come and get me!”

The kangaroo charged her. Nimble, she leapt to one side and it ran past her and head first into the bookcase. She barely had a chance to look back at Sir Brave and Sir Proud before the kangaroo was up again, trying to grab her. She danced out of its reach, keeping it in the one spot.

From the corner of her eye, she saw two books moving towards her. Smiling, she knocked the kangaroo back into a corner and leapt away. Sir Brave and Sir Proud quickly pushed the books in, trapping it in the corner.

The books moved as the kangaroo attempted to push its way out.

“IT WON’T HOLD!” Sir Proud cried, leaning against a book.

Running back, Sneak pulled another book forward. “Stand aside Sir Proud!”

Seeing what she planned, Sir Proud stepped aside, allowing her to put her book alongside his. While she pressed herself to the book, he called out “I’LL GET ANOTHER BOOK!”

In such a manner, the three companions helped one another apply book upon book, sealing the kangaroo in.

She stood back, looking at the books no longer shook. “I think that’ll do.”

Sir Brave and Sir Proud stood back, also looking at the pile of books.

Leaning on them, Sneak threw an arm of both their shoulders, hugging them together, “And we did it as a team!”

Sir Brave and Sir Proud spun around, cheering and celebrating.

“WE’RE THE GREATEST WARRIORS ACROSS THE LAND!”

“THE TALE OF OUR EPIC BATTLE WILL BE TOLD FOR AGES TO COME!”

She turned to the treasure, beaming, “And the treasure is ours once agi-“

*crash*

The heroes spun around just in time to see the kangaroos claw its way over the top of the books, before many of them fell to the floor or crashed into the space it once occupied. Before anyone could do anything, the kangaroo ran forward, pushing the heroes aside.

Looking up from the floor, Sneak watched as the kangaroo grabbed and stuffed the treasure chest into its pouch.

“No!”

Too late, the kangaroo leapt off the bookshelf.

She ran to the edge, preparing to jump off and follow. Two sets of hands grabbed her, pulling her back.

“IT ISN’T WORTH IT!”

“YOU’LL HURT YOURSELF!”

She turned to look at them, “What do you mean?! Have you already forgotten-“

She stopped herself, realising that Y/n could drop from a bookshelf just fine, but Sneak was on the top of a mountain.

Thinking quickly, she pulled off her bag, fetching her glider. As she put it together, she looked up briefly to see the kangaroo standing in the doorway, looking back at them

Grimacing, she set up the glider, turning to her companions. “Grab a hold of me!”

They hesitated.

“Come on! It’s getting away!”

Sir Brave rubbed the back of his neck, “ISN’T THIS DANGEROUS?”

“It isn’t. Trust me, I’ve done this many times.”

Sir Proud looked over the edge, “WE’RE REALLY HIGH.” He looked up at her, “WHAT IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG?”

“It won’t!”

They stood there, staring blankly at her (what, with their inability to have facial expressions and all).

Sighing, she threw out a hand, “I need you guys to trust me. Please.”

After a moment, they both reached out and grabbed her hand.

Grinning, she moved their hands to either side of her shoulders. With both hands now on the glider and their hands on both her shoulder, she cried out, “Now, don’t let go!”

Then she jumped.

The added weight quickly lowered her quicker than she was used to, but she corrected. As such, when they hit the ground, they hit it hard and rolled, but not as hard as it would have otherwise been.

Pushing herself up from the tangle of plastic limbs, she looked up to see the kangaroo turn and bolt out of the room

“After it!” she cried, leaving behind her glider.

Sir Brave and Sir Proud were quick on their feet, following right behind her.

As she left Blueberry’s room, she saw the kangaroo near Papyrus's door. When it saw her, it took off, running on two large feet in a windmill style, making it look like something right out of a cartoon.

“Pfffffft! HHaaaahaaha haa ha!”

Y/n clung to her sides, pointing at the kangaroo.

“WHAT IS IT?”

“WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?”

Unable to saying anything, Y/n shook her head. It took her awhile, but eventually she managed to look up at Sans, who was now standing out on the bedroom landing (along with Red and Stretch, both with their phones out), looking at her confused.

“You-you’ve never.” She took a breath and tried again, “You’ve never seen a kangaroo before, have you?”

Sans shrugged, still obviously confused on what she found so hilarious.

She grinned, “Remind me to take you guys to a zoo.”

Blueberry and Papyrus gasped behind her. Turning around, she saw them crouching behind her with their eyes light up, their hands brought to their mouths in joy.

“YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE US TO A ZOO!?”

“CAN WE GO SOON?!”

“Umm” Realising her mistake, and wishing to distract them and avoid saying no, she pointed wildly to the kangaroo, “Quick! After it before it gets away!”

She ran towards the kangaroo, vaguely aware that she was being followed.

Before the kangaroo (or Sans) had a chance to prepare for her, she dived and managed to grasp its tail.

“Yeah, got you!"

Her celebration was premature, as the kangaroo ran away, dragging her on her stomach behind it.  Before they travelled far, she felt something grab her legs, but when she looked behind her, she saw it was only Sir Brave, with Sir Proud holding his legs.

The heroes were dragged around and around the bedroom landing, their cries and screaming doing nothing to help their cause.

“WHAT IS WITH ALL THIS INFERNAL NOISE!?!”

Like something straight out of a B-horror movie, Edge’s door exploded open and he stood there, with his hands on his hips, as a fork of lighting cracked behind him in the black night sky.

Startled, she let go, and the heroes rolled across the floor, coming to a heap at his feet.

Sneak looked up at his furious face as he leaned down at her, glaring.

“WELL!? EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”

Remembering how much Edge liked flattery, she tried something. Throwing a hand to her face, she cried, “Oh no, what is this powerful feeling? It feels like a mighty power is compelling me to great evil!”

Edge glared up at Red, “WHAT IS THE PEST BLABBERING ABOUT?”

Before Red could speak, she knelt before Edge and continued, “Oh great God of Darkness! I pledge myself to your dark will, to your awesome might, your unwavering handsomeness!”

Edge looked away, blushing, “WELL, I KNOW THAT I AM FLAWLESS IN EVERY WAY.” He posed, “PERFECTION IN MONSTER FORM REALLY.”

“But Dark God! I am unworthy of hearing your voice! If only you could send an avatar, a vessel of your will, then I would gladly serve you for eternity!”

“SNEAK NO!”

“RESIT HIM! COME BACK TO THE LIGHT!”

Edge laughed, throwing his head back “NYAH HAH HAH! BUT OF COURSE, MY LOYAL SERVANT. YOUR GOD HEARS YOUR PATHETIC WISHES AND SHALL GRANT IT AS A GESTURE OF MY GOOD WILL!"

Edge turned and quickly closed the door behind him.

Making it a show, she stood up with a hand pressed against her head. Sir Brave and Sir Proud came over quickly.

“SNEAK, ARE YOU OKAY?”

“WHAT HAPPENED?!”

She rubbed her forehead, “I-I don’t know! It was like a dark storm took over my mind, bending me to its will!” She grasped their shoulders, “Please! Don’t let it take me again! You have to help me!”

“IT'S TOO LATE! NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU NOW!”

Startled, Sneak felt a hand grab and lift her away from the knights. Looking behind her, she saw the smug expression on Edge’s face, grinning as he moved closer to her house. Normally, she would have told Edge off for grabbing her, but she shrugged, deciding this probably counted as an exception.

More gently than she was expecting, Edge placed her on the balcony, before placing his own action figure next to her. Soon a red glow encased it, animating it was it walked over to the balcony. “HEAR ME, PATHETIC MORTALS! I AM THE BLACK KNIGHT, AVATAR OF THE GLORIES DARK GOD. KNEEL BEFORE MY MIGHT!” Lighting cracked in the distance.

“NEVER!” Cried Sir Brave, with Sir Proud readying his sword.

“THEN PREPARE TO DIE!”

Intrigued to see Edge actually playing along, she swooned, hands clasped to her chest as she looked at the Black Knight in admiration, “Oh Black Knight! You’re so powerful!”

The Black Knight laughed, ”SEE HOW YOUR COMPANION HAS ALREADY GIVEN IN TO MY POWER?! GIVE UP, AND YOU SHALL BE SPARED FROM YOUR GRUESOME FATE!”

The Knights had made it to the base of her house and were attempting to climb. Lighting continued to strike in the distance, adding to the ambience.

Sir Brave cried out, “SHE’S ONLY BY YOUR SIDE BECAUSE YOU’VE BEWITCHED HER!”

“HOLD ON SNEAK! WE’RE COMING TO SAVE YOU!” Sir Proud called, waving his sword.

“WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT!” The Black Knight pointed to Red, “SLAVE! PROTECT YOUR MASTER!”

Red nodded with a playful smile, “you’ve got it boss.”

Stretch laughed, his phone still out, “boss fight much?”

Red’s eye glowed and suddenly red bones sprang out of the cabinet, narrowly missing Sir Brave and Sir Proud.

“easy red” Sans warned.

Red rolled his eyes, but the next round of bones appeared slower than they did before. Sir Brave and Sir Proud kept dodging, their words of encouragement to each other barely audible over the Black Knight's laughter and hurled insults.

Sneak gently pushed herself away from the Black Knight, unsure if he noticed her go, thinking.

‘How can I tie him up?’

There was no way he wouldn't see the rope, no matter how distracted he appeared to be. She could always just push him off, but she really didn't want to risk damaging the action figure.

Inspired from yesterday, a planed formed as she fetched out her rope again, tying one end to the balcony. With her hands behind her back, she approached the Black Knight.

“My Lord?”

He turned to face her, “WHAT IS IT?! CAN’T YOU SEE I’M HAVING FUN?”

She smiled seductively as she approached him, her arms looping around him.

“I was wondering if you knew what sort of hero I am?” Lighting struck again, louder than before.

He waved a hand at her, “WHY SHOULD I CARE SORT OF SERVANT YOU ARE?”

“Oh, but I think you should know.” She caressed his cheek, “I’m a rouge.”

“A ROUGE?” He moved backwards, away from her and her caress.

She nodded, “and you know what they say about a rouge?”

He shook his head, leaning as far as from her as he could over the balcony.

She brought her face inches from his ear and whispered, “Never trust a rouge.”

She pushed him off the balcony, the rope she managed to tie around his waist holding firm as he swung.

*!BOOOM!*

The lights went out, plugging everyone in darkness with only the occasional flashes of lighting lightening up the area.

There was stunned silence from everyone, before phones were being pulled out to provide light.

“dammit” Stretch cursed, looking down at his flat phone.

Sans, meanwhile, had a different reaction. He quickly looked to Stretch and Red, exclaiming “the generator!” before he disappeared.

Red cursed, and soon his phone light vanished with him.

Stretch put away his phone and turned to the rest of them. He looked nervous.

“guys, we need to make sure this is just a power outage.” He looked around the room, “we need you to be on high alert. call us if you spot anything.”

Papyrus nodded, standing up from his position on the floor, “YOU CAN COUNT ON US!”

Blueberry was already at the window, looking out.

Edge summoned and unsummoned a red bone weapon, apparently for practice.

“What’s going on?” Y/n asked, pulling off her mask and cloak and dropping her bag.

Stretch shrugged, “hopefully nothing. Sans’s just worried that the machine might be fried as it’s plugged directly into the grid.”

That didn't sound right, not with how everyone was acting. But before she could ask any more questions, Stretch winked and was gone.

She looked around, hoping someone would explain “Guys?”

They were really tense, she realised, making it pointless to peruse this now.

Feeling exhausted, particularly after no sleep and a full day of playing, she sighed, “Can someone at least take me downstairs to the living room?”

“WHY?” asked Papyrus, walking over to her, his hand and phone out.

She shrugged, hopping onto his hand, “It’s what I’ve always done whenever I’ve lost power. Sit and watch the lighting and wait for the power to come back on.”

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA!” Blueberry piped up, following Papyrus downstairs.

Edge followed them, if after a brief moment of hesitation.

Walking into the living room, with Papyrus’s phone lighting up the room, Y/n pointed to the window sill, “Just there, thank you.”

Nodding, Papyrus brought her over, allowing her to step off.

“I’M GOING TO MAKE US SOMETHING FOR DINNER.” Edge announced, leaving the room.

“DO YOU NEED ANY HELP?” Blueberry called after him.

“I AM MORE THAN CAPABLE OF PREPARING SIMPLE SANDWICHES!” Edge called back, irritated.

With a sigh, Y/n rested her back on the window frame, watching the sky as lightning forked across it and it continued to rain heavily, enjoying the stormy night.

“I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME I SAW LIGHTING.” She turned to see Papyrus sitting on the couch, looking out the same window. She flinched unexpectedly as all she could see were two pairs of eye lights looking back at her, glowing in the dark.

Blueberry nodded next to him, also looking out the window, “I’D NEVER SEEN SOMETHING SO…” he trailed off.

Papyrus nodded.

She looked back outside, “I’ve always watched from this room. It’s relaxing; something about just watching the lighting fork across the sky, the smell of the rain…” she sighed.

“SO WHAT? IT’S JUST WEATHER.”

She looked back to see Edge offering her a quarter of a sandwich, a pile of sandwiches already on the coffee table behind him that Papyrus and Blueberry were helping themselves to.

“Thanks Edge” she said, taking the plate from him with a smile. He quickly turned away.

Shrugging, she looked back out the window, “It’s just weather, sure, but isn’t it cool how nature works? Besides, there’s nothing wrong with sitting back and enjoying the weather.”

Edge sat down in an armchair, a plate of sandwiches in one hand “SEEMS LIKE A WASTE OF TIME TO ME.”

She looked over at him, smiling “Try it.”

Edge rolled his eyes, before he too looked out the window, chewing on a sandwich.

They all fell into a comfortable silence, everyone enjoying the sandwiches and watching the lighting across the sky in the dark living room. Y/n could feel herself edging ever closer to sleep. Nothing quite put her to sleep like the sound of rain on the roof.

“papyrus!” Sans called out from upstairs, startling her from her micro nap. He sounded panicked.

“IN THE LIVING ROOM SANS!” Papyrus called out.

Sans, Stretch and Red suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, looking around. Upon seeing their brothers, they immediately relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief.

“IS EVERYTHING OKAY?” Papyrus asked, concerned.

Sans shrugged, moving to sit next to him, “the power overloaded from the strike. everything’s fine, but we’ll just need to replace a few things in the fuse box, probably get additional generators.”

“a lot of legwork” grumbled Red, grabbing a plate and some sandwiches, before dumping himself in the last armchair.

“not much we can do tonight. looks like we need to wait until morning anyway.” Stretch grabbed some sandwiches and a plate, before dumping himself before Blueberry, throwing Blueberry’s legs over his shoulders.

Y/n yawned, her hands rubbing her eyes.

“ya tried kid?”

She nodded, smiling at Sans, who watched her concerned, “Didn’t sleep last night.”

Sans’s brow furrowed, “thought you said you slept great last night?”

She shrugged, trying to get comfortable and regretting she didn’t bring her bag, “The bed’s super comfortable and the house is awesome” she mumbled.

“then what happened?”

She shrugged lazily, “I don’t know. I was just paranoid about why you all bothered in the first place.”

She missed the looks the skeletons threw each other.

“Y/N, WE-“

Stretch stopped Blueberry, shaking his head, bringing a finger to his mouth.

Red cleared his voice, “babydoll, why don’t you come over here and sit on this cushion?”

She looked over to see him waving a cushion. She waved him off, “I’m fine.” She tried once again to get her shoulder blade to stop digging into the wood.

With a sigh, Red pushed himself up, bringing the cushion right next to her. “you sure about that?”

She reached over and felt it with a hand. It was soo soft. Smiling gently, she brought her other hand over, slowly dragging the rest of herself onto the cushion. “I told you, I’m fine.” She grumbled, curling on her side.

“sure ya are” Red sighed softly, “sure ya are.”

He placed her and the cushion on the coffee table, off to the side of the sandwiches.

‘Not that I’m hungry.’ she thought, thinking back on the quarter she had just had.

Thinking about it more, she raised her head, “Hey Edge?  Thanks for giving me a sandwich with my favourite spread. How did you know?”

All eye lights focused on Edge, who blushed and folded his arms, determinedly looking out the window. “I REMEMBERED WHAT YOU HAD ON YOUR TOAST AND TOOK A CHANCE, IS THAT OKAY?!"

She grinned, nuzzling into her cushion, “It’s fine. Thank you.”

Edge muttered under his breath, his blush still glowing in the dark.

“YOU-YOU MENTIONED HOW YOU LIKE WATCHING STORMS? DOES THAT MEAN YOU PLAN TO STAY UP AND WATCH IT WITH US?”

She looked up to see Blueberry looking at her, hope in his eyes.

“Yea, of course. Why?”

“YOU LOOK TIRED.”

“I’m not tired.” She mumbled.

Sans, Stretch and Red chuckled quietly.

She grumbled at their doubt, looking out the window, “It’s a family tradition to sit here and watch the storm pass when we lost power. So I'm not going till the storm passes.”

“FAMILY TRADITION?” Blueberry asked.

She smiled, “Use to light candles and everything. Spent hours just talking, playing word games and watching the storm pass.” She laughed, “No matter where we were when we lost power, we’d all wonder here, even in pitch darkness.”

There was a long stretch of silence.

“Y/N, WHERE IS YOUR FAMILY?” Blueberry asked, quietly.

“you don’t have to tell us ki-“

“Dead.” she whispered, speaking over Sans.

She could feel the sudden change from everyone, the absolute silence that made even the storm somehow quitter.

She sighed, “Dad died of cancer when I was still in high school and Nan passed a year later from heart failure. A c-“ her voice cracked.

She cleared it and tried again, “A car accident happened three years ago, leaving me with a house and no family.”

“Y/N, I’M-I’M SO SORRY.”

She pushed herself up to see Blueberry in silent tears. Looking around the room, she saw that all the skeletons' expression had fallen, many of them avoiding her gaze.

She laughed awkwardly, “Guys, it’s okay! You didn’t know and it happened many years ago, so don’t worry about it.” She shrugged, settling back into her cushion, “If I didn’t want to tell you, I wouldn't have.”

No one responded.

“Heh, sorry. Didn’t mean to bring down the mood like that.” She pushed herself up, looking around the room, “Papyrus and Blueberry were telling me about their first storms?” She dropped back into her previous comfortable position, “I’d like to hear more about that.”

“WELL I-“ Papyrus started. He cleared his throat, trying again, “THE FIRST TIME I HEARD THUNDER, I THOUGHT IT WAS HUMANS ATTACKING US.”

“certainly made me jump out of my skins” Sans agreed, a grin in his voice.

Papyrus brightened, “LUCKILY, WE HAD FRISK WITH US, OUR HUMAN FRIEND, WHO EXPLAINED THAT IT WAS JUST THUNDER.”

“think my favourite part about the surface is the sky. it’s always changing, with lighting just being one of the cooler changes.”

Papyrus hummed his agreement.

Blueberry chimed in, “WHEN WE FIRST SAW A STORM, WE WERE ALL LIVING TOGETHER, AT THAT OLD CRAMPED HOUSE, REMEMBER EDGE?”

Edge scoffed, “YOUR PATHETIC BABY BONES RATTLED SO HARD I COULD BARELY HEAR THE THUNDER.”

“I WAS NOT SCARED AND I DID NOT RATTLE!”

Stretch laughed, “well, i was and i’ll freely admit that. things were tense back at that place and i was sure it was something exploding again.”

“OH COME ON! THAT HAPPENED ONLY ONCE.”

“more than once edge” Sans corrected.

Blueberry overrode Edge’s angry retort, “I’M GLAD THAT WE LIVE HERE NOW.”

“ME TOO!” Beamed Papyrus.

Blueberry brightened, “THE LIGHTING WAS COOL TO WATCH THOUGH!”

Red scoffed, “cool to watch but horrible to hear. think i was asleep when i first heard thunder. i’ve never jumped so high.”

“WHAT A SURPRISE, YOU WERE ASLEEP!” Edge mocked, sarcastically.

“heh, sorry boss.”

“WHAT ABOUT YOU EDGE?” Papyrus asked

“WHAT ABOUT ME? IT’S WEATHER. I WAS UNIMPRESSED WITH IT THEN, AS I AM UNIMPRESSED BY IT NOW.”

“that’s it? no, ‘this is cool’ or ‘i’ve never seen anything like this before’?”

“THAT’S IT ASHTRAY! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, A POEM!?”

Stretch shrugged, turning to Y/n, “what about you y/n?”

She didn’t respond.

“Y/N?” Blueberry asked again.

Sans turned on his phone’s light, shining the light on Y/n, who had curled up into a ball and was fast asleep.

“oh jeez is that adorable” Red grinned.

All the skeletons nodded their agreement.

“SHOULD WE MOVE HER?” Papyrus asked

Sans shook his head, “best to leave her here for the night.” Papyrus nodded, and left the room.

“besides,” Stretch added, smiling at everyone, “it’s not like we have to go just yet.”

“YEA!” Blueberry piped up, “THE STORM HASN’T PASSED YET!”

Sans grinned, settling back into his seat, “a family tradition” he whispered quietly to himself.

Papyrus retuned with a blanket, placing it gently onto of Y/n, who instinctively brought it closer to her face.

Although the skeletons remained in the room, waiting for the storm to pass before heading off to bed, not one of them could keep their eyes of Y/n’s sleeping face for long that night.

 

Next chapter is called: The End of the First Week

Chapter Text

The sound of bickering in the distance slowly woke Y/n from her dream about many disgruntled skeletons locked in a cramped room. It took her awhile to remember that she hadn’t actually gone to bed, feeling the cushion under her that she swore she wouldn’t fall asleep on and a blanket resting on her that looked like one of the ones from the lien press.

She stared around her, a blush slowly building as she realised she must have fallen asleep in the middle of the skeletons sharing their storm stories. She thought back on what was the last thing she could remember, struggling to separate what she knew was actually said and what she might have dreamed of.

The only thing she could recall with certainty was that she had told the skeletons about her family being dead.

Perhaps it was a combination of a lack of sleep or feeling nostalgic being in a room filled with people during a blackout and a storm again, but Y/n hadn’t planned to reveal that information to the skeletons.  She had only ever told the courts when she had been asked to justify why she believed she was the rightful owner after becoming a bitty, telling the story of her inheritance to an unsympathetic court. She had felt vulnerable; exposing a deep and personal pain to strangers…and now she had done so again unintentionally.

Or perhaps she simply liked the skeletons and was just reluctant to admit that, even now. Perhaps she had even wanted to tell them.

"IF YOU WEREN’T SO SLOW, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN DONE DAYS AGO!”

The door to the back door opened up with Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge walking inside, each dressed in their casual clothes.

When their eyes meet hers, Papyrus and Blueberry brightened and quickly moved towards her.

“Y/N!” beamed Blueberry, lowering his head so that is rested on the coffee table, “DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU HAVE THE CUTEST SMILE WHEN YOU SLEEP?”

Papyrus crouched next to him, looking concerned at her, “ARE BITTIES MEANT TO MUMBLE IN THEIR SLEEP? IS THAT NORMAL?”

Blushing, Y/n threw the blanket over her head and curled into a ball, completely hiding herself from their views.

“Y/N? ARE YOU OKAY?”

“WAS IT SOMETHING I SAID?”

“YOU TWO, DON’T IGNORE ME!” Edge’s voice sounded much closer, coming from somewhere way above her. “JUST BECAUSE YOU TWO, AND EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD THINKS SHE’S CUTE WHEN SHE’S SLEEPING, IS NO EXCUSE TO IGNORE ME OR AVOID DOING YOUR SHARE OF THE WORK!”

Y/n blushed harder.

“DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DIDN’T THINK SO TOO EDGE.” Papyrus chastised.

“YEA! I SAW YOU SMILE LAST NIGHT WHEN YOU WERE LOOKING AT HER TOO!”

Edge spluttered, “W-WHAT! I-I WASN’T- HOW DARE YOU TELL THESE FILTHY LIES!!”

Y/n could feel something poking her side, further prompting her to curl into a tighter ball.

“Y/N?” Papyrus asked, concerned.

She stuck one hand out, waving him off before quickly retreating back into her ball of shame. She could feel the heat coming from her face in waves! Why hadn’t she just gone to bed?! Not only would she not be dealing with this right now but she also wouldn’t have to live with the knowledge that the skeletons had watched her sleep!

That they thought she was cute?!

She buried her head in her hands while remaining under the blanket for good measure.

“I THINK WE SHOULD GO AND GET BREAKFAST READY” Papyrus admitted, his voice further away from her than before.

“AWWW!” Blueberry complained.

Edge huffed, “GOOD! THEN WE CAN STOP WASTING OUR TIME AND YOU CAN BE PRODUCTIVE FOR A CHANGE!”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?” asked Blueberry, mischiefly

“I’M JUST WAITING FOR YOU!”

Blueberry chuckled, his laughter sounded further away.

“YOU DOUBT ME?!” Screeched Edge

“I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING!” Blueberry replied, further still

“THEN WHY DID YOU LAUGH?!”

Y/n poked her head out and watched as Edge’s back walked away from her, towards the kitchen. Quickly looking side to side showed that she was alone for the time being. Seizing her chance, Y/n threw off the blanket and bolted for the vent, climbing back to her house.

After she climbed out and shut the vent behind her, she looked quickly to the balcony, curious to see if the Black Knight was still suspended there. Not only was he missing, leaving behind the shoelace still tied to the balcony, but her glider had been placed by her front door, just under the window.

Smiling, wondering who might have placed it there, Y/n grabbed the glider and repacked it into her bag that had also been left by her door, before turning her attention to her clothing situation while she made her way back to the vent.

She hadn’t bothered to move her things into this place (they remained in the attic), convinced as she had been that this house was just a trap. Now, however, that doubt had been effectively removed and now she was faced with the distasteful task of dragging all her things here. Not to mention the fact that all her clothes were in a pile on her old room’s floor, leaving her with nothing clean to wear because this week had been the single, strangest, most amazing week of her life.

Who could even think about laundry after the week she had?!

She stopped, her hand on the vent.

Had it only been a week? A week since she vowed to do everything in her power to get them out? A week since she hated how powerless they made her feel?

Hell, a week ago Edge had been trying to kill her! Now he got angry is someone even hinted that he thought she was cute?! How in the hell was that even possible?!

Laughing quietly in disbelief, she entered the vent and climbed back to her room, looking around her room before eyeing her pile of dirty clothes.

‘Looks like I have to do the sniff test on all my clothes.' She thought distastefully.

At least she didn’t have to wash the pile by hand, eagerly looking forward to trying the custom-made, bitty-sized washing machine and dryer when the power was restored.

The fact that she could look forward to such a thing too, was just as impossible to believe.

~*~

“morning y/n.”

Y/n looked out her window to see Stretch peering in, a playful smile on his face. Grinning, she waved back, finishing drying her hair that was still damp after her shower and putting on her cleanest clothes. She moved to the balcony, pushing her hair out of her face.

“Morning Stretch. How did you sleep last night?”

He chuckled, “not as well as you did.”

She blushed, refusing to maintain eye contact. Instead, she watched at Red exited his room, barely rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his clothes haphazardly on. When he noticed her looking at him, he smiled at her, which she gladly returned, grateful for at least one skeleton who wasn’t making her blush this morning.

“heh. anyway, i’m about to head downstairs and wanted to know if you needed the lift?”

Looking back at Stretch, she asked, “Are you offering to be my personal chauffeur?”

Stretch grinned, cocking his arm so that his elbow rested before her and bowed his head slightly. “my lady?” he asked, winking cheekily at her.

Giggling, Y/n looked past Stretch’s amused face to see Red’s hurt one before he quickly turned away and angrily shoving his hands into his hoodie before marching downstairs.

Sighing, she jumped onto Stretch's arm, ignoring his confused expression.

As the pair made their way downstairs, the sounds of the others talking could be heard coming from the dining room.

“-bit late to be worryin' about it now.”

“we can always just ask y/n.”

“Ask me what?”

The skeleton family turned to watch Y/n jump off Stretch’s shoulder and make her way to sit at her table, in between Papyrus and Blueberry.

"Y/N!" beamed Papyrus, offering her a thimble, "WE'RE HAVING CEREAL TODAY BECAUSE THE POWER'S STILL OFF AND WE'VE EATEN ALMOST ALL THE BREAD!"

"PLUS, WE DON'T WANT TO WASTE THE MILK, SO THIS IS PERFECT!"

"Oh." She looked at the selection of cereals before her, wondering if it was even worth trying to eat anything that big or if she should just stick to the milk.

"how's she suppose to eat it?" Red asked, clearly amused.

Blueberry folded his arms in a huff, "SHE'S SUPPOSED TO -"

He stopped, as both Papyrus and himself realised what their brothers looked so amused about.

Sighing, Y/n pointed to the cereal she knew had the biggest pieces in it, "Can someone get me a small spoonful of that please?"

With a lot less enthusiasm than before, Papyrus shovelled out a spoonful of cereal, placing the amount onto her saucer on her table, clearly confused. She picked up a piece, dunkied the cereal piece into her thimble and lett it soften a bit before taking a bite out of it.

"kid, did you want one of us to break that into smaller pieces or something?"

She looked up and saw all the skeletons watching her (again!) in befuddled confusion. Shrugging, she continued to dump and nibble on her cereal piece, "I thought about it, but then who wants to deal with the crumbs and the dust of cereal?" She looked up at Sans, "Besides, without a spoon or a proper bowl, how would I get the pieces out without using my hands?"

"YOU COULD ALWAYS MAKE A BREAKFAST SMOOTHY! BLEND THE PIECE AND MILK TOGETHER TO MAKE A BREAKFAST SHAKE!"

She stared in horror at Blueberry, who had supplied that horrifying answer without any malice or sarcastic tone. He had been completely serious!

Shaking her head softly, she looked sympathetically at Blueberry, "You poor, poor monster."

Blueberry cocked his head to the side, "HUH?"

Laughing gently, she returned her attention to Sans, asking again, "What can you always just ask me about?"

Sans sighed, resting his head on a propped arm, “we're all just worried about intruding in your family’s rooms.” He shrugged, "disturbing their memory and all that."

She looked over at all the skeletons, seeing that concern reflected there. Smiling softly, she said, “Well, while I’m sure you can see why I was upset when we first met-“ many of the skeletons looked away, guilty, “-that isn’t the case anymore.”

She sighed deeply, before she smiled, “I’m glad that you are all living here, glad that this big old house has life in it again. And I-“ she started, clearing her voice, “-I’ve missed having company.”

“you sure kid?”

She shrugged, meeting Sans’s gaze, “Sure as I can be. Don’t get me wrong, I miss them every day, but I’ve had three, very long years to get used to their passing. So while it hurts and talking about this hurts more, I’ve had more than enough time to come to terms that they aren’t coming back. “ She smiled sadly around the table, “Besides, I think I’ve been living here, alone, for long enough, don’t you?”

“OH Y/N!”

Next thing she knew, she was being lifted into and pressed against a bony ribcage. Before she truly understood what was happening, she felt an equally bony rib cage pressing into her back before the room started spinning. Looking up, she saw Blueberry’s face right above her, with Papyrus’s face above him.

“guys? you mind not doing that so close to the table?” Sans scolded, with a hint of mirth in his tone.

Slowly, the room stopped spinning and she looked up at the pair while kneeling on Blueberry’s glove. Their eyes shimmed with unshed tears, their bottom jaws wobbling.

Laughing gently, she patted Blueberry’s glove. “I hope that answers your question?”

“one of them.”

Curious, she turned to see Sans grinning at her. When he saw her looking at him, he shrugged lazily, “we’ve also been wondering for a while which room use to be yours.”

“Oh.”

Jumping off Blueberry’s hand, Y/n made her way back to her table, picking up her toppled chair before sitting on it. Papyrus and Blueberry sat back down, pulling their bowls back towards them.

Grinning, she rested her head on her hand, “well, who do you think has my room?”

"I DO!" proclaimed Blueberry, confidently. "ANYONE WHO CAN PLAY LIKE WE DID YESTERDAY WOULD HAVE THE VERY BEST TOYS IN THEIR COLLECTION!"

She laughed, her hand covering her mouth, "Sorry Blue, it isn't you. You've got Jake, my younger brother's room and Jake's toys, I'm afraid."

While Blueberry's face fell, Sans grinned. "welp, i'm sure that it's not me." He eyed her, "my room has two wardrobes in it, so if i had to guess, it used to be your parents' room?"

She nodded.

Stretch rocked back on his chair, looking up the ceiling. "my room was mostly empty, but it had a strong, herbal smell." He looked back down at her, eyeing her mischievous grin, "so unless fun size here was doing something her parents wouldn't have approved of, i'm going to guess it isn't me either."

"Like you're one to judge, Mr a-packet-a-day." she chuckled when he raised an eyebrow at her, “What, you think I can’t smell the cigarette smoke constantly coming from your room or off your hoodie? Nan was a big gardner and a bigger believer in natural remedies, so I'll be surprised if that smell ever leaves."

Stretch chuckled, prompting Edge to huff in iration. "OBVIOUSLY YOU CRETINS HAVE IT WRONG. ANYONE WHO IS THAT PRAGMATIC ABOUT THEIR SURVIVAL MUST HAVE A ROOM WITH ONLY THE BARE BASICS IN IT!" He posed, "THEREFORE, MY ROOM IS THE MOST LOGICAL CHOICE."

"Sorry Edge, it's not you either. You've got the guest room."

While Edge's face fell, the rest of the household turned their attention to Red and Papyrus.

Red shrugged, his arms firmly folded, "my room was just about a bare as the boss's. so while i doubt it was me, it had a few things i would call 'girly'."

"What's girly about photography?" she asked in mild irritation.

Red laughed, "ain't no bloke i know would ever waste film on close-ups of flowers."

Before she had a chance to dispute that, Papyrus spoke, eagerly, "WELL, MY ROOM WAS FILLED WITH A WONDERFUL COLLECTION OF TOYS AND POSTERS! I TOOK MOST OF IT DOWN SO THAT I COULD ADD MY SUPERIOR STUFF-" he looked over at Y/n, realising what he inadvertently admitted, because he quickly added, "-WITH THE EQUALLY SUPERIOR STUFF OF WHAT WAS ALREADY IN THE ROOM!"

She laughed, "Thanks Papyrus."

Sans laughed too, before his eyes gleamed, looking over at her, "so y/n? which are ya, the geek or the photographer?"

She huffed, "I wouldn't call myself a geek per say-"

"I HAVE Y/N'S ROOM!?!"

Y/n looked over at Papyrus, his face warped in wondrous joy

She laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head "Hope that isn't a problem?"

"NO! IT'S- WHY IT'S- THIS IS-!" He coughed and closed his eyes, mentally calming himself, before he opened them again to look happily down at her. "I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY WITH THIS ARRANGEMENT."

Y/n laughed, nearly choking on the milk she had been drinking at the worst time. All the skeletons laughed as they watched her whipping away the milk that had escaped through her nose.

After a time, Blueberry sighed and said "CONGRATULATIONS PAPYRUS." before looking away. Then he brightened as an idea occurred to him "OH! Y/N, I WOULD LIKE TO COOK TACOS INSTEAD OF PANCAKES FOR BREAKFAST FROM NOW ON!"

"Aren't tacos more of a dinner and lunch thing?" She asked, unsure if it was different for monsters.

Blueberry's face fell, "THEY ARE?"

She shrugged, "I mean, we can always make breakfast burritos-"

"NO!"

Startled, she looked at Blueberry who appeared to have shouted that entirely involuntarily. Seeing her staring at him, he looked away again, blushing.

"S-SORRY Y/N!"

"I-it's okay Blue" she replied, entirely lost at what she had said to set him off.

"DON'T WORRY BLUE! IF YOU'D LIKE, YOU CAN ALWAYS SWITCH WITH ME?"

Blueberry turned to stare at Papyrus's grinning face in disbelief before his owed brightened

"REALLY?!"

"SURE!"

"WELL, YOU CAN LEAVE ME OUT OF YOUR SWAPPING!" Snapped Edge "WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO COOK SICKENINGLY SWEET PANCAKES DAY IN AND DAY OUT?"

Y/n sighed, "It doesn't always have to be pancakes you know. I know how to cook eggs and bacon too."

"PLUS, BY SWITCHING WITH BLUE, I GET TO BE THE FIRST PERSON Y/N INTERACTS WITH EVERY DAY!" added Papyrus brightly.

"I'M COOKING BREAKFAST FROM NOW ON!"

All eyes focused on Edge, who was still standing up after he abruptly stood up for no reason.

Red looked at his brother, nervously, "um, boss?"

Edge ignored him, pointing at Papyrus, "WE'RE SWITCHING!"

"BUT-!"

"NO BUTS!"

Sans scowled at Edge, "i really don't think you have any right to-"

"No, it's okay Sans. If Edge wants to switch, he can." Y/n smiled sweetly at Edge, who narrowed his eyes in suspicion at her. "After all, I can always start cooking both dinner AND dessert with the person who cooks at night"

While Edge spluttered in disbelief, Papyrus's expression instantly brightened "REALLY?!"

She grinned, "Yep." She looked at the other two cooks, noting their fallen expressions. "Although, I believe it would be a much smarter idea if we switched after a week." She shrugged, "This week, Edge will cook breakfast, Blueberry will cook lunch and Papyrus will cook dinner and dessert IF there's time for it. Seem fair?"

Blueberry nodded eagerly, even as Edge huffed and looked at the wall.

"GUESS THAT MEANS I HAVE TO GO OUT TODAY AND GET THE PERFECT INGREDIENTS FOR TACOS TOMORROW!"

"Tomorrow? Why not today?" She asked, confused.

Stretch finished drinking his bowl, whipping his mouth with the back of his hoodie's sleeve. "we're going out to get a few generators and a few things to replace what was burned out in the fuse box." He eyed her cheekily, "do you remember that, or were you too busy dreaming about handsome skeletons?"

She stared in horror at him. "I did not talk in my sleep!"

Papyrus spoke up, eagerly. "YOU KIND OF DID! THAT'S WHY I ASKED IF THAT'S NORMAL FOR BITTES, REMEMBER?"

She quickly looked away, blushing while noting that she wasn't only one blushing now.

Sans chuckled, smiling at her, "offers there if you want to come along kid. almost everyone is coming."

"Almost?" she looked around the table, "Who's staying?"

"WELL, ME AND BLUEBERRY WERE." Papyrus looked over at a guilty Blueberry, "GUESS THIS MEANS I'LL HAVE TO FINISH OFF THE CLIMBING WALL AND PULL-UP BARS MYSELF."

"SORRY PAPYRUS." Blueberry mumbled, crestfallen.

"DON'T WORRY BLUE! I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TACOS AND, ALTHOUGH THEY ARE NOT NEARLY AS IMPRESSIVE A SPAGHETTI, I UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO GET JUST THE RIGHT INGREDIENTS. IF I DON'T FINISH BY THE TIME YOU GET HOME, YOU CAN ALWAYS COME AND HELP."

Blueberry raised his fists, his expression brightening, "ABSOLUTELY!"

"so, you interested in coming along?" Sans asked, carrying his now empty bowl to the kitchen.

Finishing off her thimble, Y/n handed her empty dishes to Papyrus before climbing onto his offered hand, jumping off and onto his shoulder when he raised his hand to it. Together, they and the rest of the family carried their own dirty dishes into the kitchen.

While Papyrus, Blueberry worked together to wash the dishes and everyone else dried their own bowls, Y/n sat on Papyrus shoulder, facing Sans.

"No thanks, I'm good. Although I'm not sure I understand why you have to get generators in the first place."

Sans shrugged, idly drying his dish, "i made a dumb mistake and we got very lucky yesterday. the machine should never have been hardwired directly into the powerlines; i forgot to consider electrical storms."

"How much power does this machine need?"She wondered aloud

Stretch laughed, "more than you think."

"so we're going out to get the parts we need to build its own generator."

"I've seen those things; most run of petrol, don't they?" She looked around the room, confused, "I wasn't sure those things would be able to generate enough power?"

Red scoffed, hanging up his towel, "they don't."

"Then why-"

"whoever said we weren't goin' to modify them?"

Stretch sighed, sitting next to Red, now that he had dried and put away his plate, "part of the reason so many of us are going is because we haven't decided which way to go with power sources or what modifications to make."

Edge neatly folded his towel, before turning to face the others, "I STILL SAY THAT WE SHOULD DIRECTLY HARNESS OUR EXCESS MAGIC-"

"BUT THAT WOULD EXPOSE US AND-" Blueberry started, still drying the kitchen bench

"WHO CARES?! I SAY WE PREPARE OURSELVES AND -"

"as you can see kid, we're in a sort of disagreement."

Y/n laughed, "I'll say!" She waved a hand at Sans, "You're just going to have all the fun without me I'm afraid." She stood up and leaned against Papyrus's skull, "Paps and I will have to stay behind, doing all the work by ourselves." She sighed dramatically, "Oh how will we ever manage?"

Papyrus's skull lit up next to her, even as he stood taller. "DO NOT WORRY ABOUT US GUYS! Y/N AND I WILL JUST HAVE TO SPEND THE WHOLE DAY TOGETHER!"

The rest of the skeletons did not look happy about that.

Shrugging, Sans moved towards the front door, patting himself and checking that he had everything he needed. Looking back, he asked, one final time, "you sure you don't want to come with us kid?"

She nodded, positive.

Sans shrugged, heading out the front door with most of the skeletons following him out.

"GOOD LUCK GUYS!" waved Papyrus, jostling Y/n side to side on his shoulder with his eager waving.

"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!"

Red flinched, looking up at his brother, whom he had been following out. "going with you to buy generators?" he asked, unsure.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Edge leaned over Red, who shrank into his hoodie, "YOU'RE GOING TO STAY HERE AND BE USEFUL FOR ONCE!"

"b-but boss!"

"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME!" Edge lifted a pointed finger at Red's face, "YOU WILL STAY HERE, HELP THE CREAMPUFF FINISH ALL THE WORK HE AND THE OTHER CREAMPUFF WERE TOO SLOW DOING-

"HEY!" Blueberry complained

"-AND YOU WILL KEEP THIS PLACE SAFE TILL I'VE RETURNED!"

"Safe?" She eyed Edge, who glared back at her, "Why the sudden concern over safety?"

Edge huffed, "I'VE ALLOWED MYSELF TO BE TOO RELAXED, TOO EXPOSED HERE. WHY, ANYONE COULD HAVE JUST WALTZED RIGHT IN YESTERDAY, IN THE DARK, AND WE WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN UNTIL THE LAST MINUTE!"

Y/n sighed, rubbing her eyes, "You do know that you're safe here, right?" She looked up at him, "Besides, what can you really do to make this place safer? We already live in the middle of nowhere."

Edge smiled evilly, "TRAPS."

"Traps?"

He nodded.

"No."

Before Edge could retort, she folded her arms, "I am not allowing you to place traps around this place Edge!"

"I AGREE!" Blueberry added, his own arms folded, "TRAPS ARE THE WORST AND ARE INEFFECTIVE AT CAPTURING HU- I MEAN PEOPLE! NOW PUZZLES, ON THE OTHER HAND, ARE A FAR SUPERIOR CHOICE!"

Papyrus turned to look at her "A-ACTUALLY Y/N, I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO HAVE SOME PUZZLES AROUND THE HOUSE."

Edge scoffed at Blueberry "PUZZLES ARE FOR BABY BONES AND WEAK MONSTERS! MONSTERS WHO ARE TOO FEEBLE AND PATHETIC TO THINK IN THE INTRICATE AND COMPLEX MANNER REQUIRED FOR THE ART FORM THAT ARE TRAPS!"

"THEY ARE NOT! THAT'S PUZZLES YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT!"

"b-babydoll?"

Looking away from the fight going nowhere, she turned to face Red, who looked uncomfortable addressing her. Rubbing the back of his neck, he continued, "i don't know if yer know, but traps and puzzles are very important to monster culture."

"They are?" she asked, looking to Stretch and Sans for confirmation.

They both nodded.

She turned back to the three still arguing, throwing her arms up "Fine, I'll allow traps and puzzles to be placed around the house!"

Before they could celebrate further, she added firmly, "But you have to put a big, eye-catching sign that warns this area in boobie-trapped, some sort of bell so people can call out to the house safely AND all traps and puzzles have to be non-lethal!"

"NON-LETHAL?! THEN WHAT'S THE POINT?!"

"I thought the point was to protect yourself if someone entered?"

Edge narrowed his eyes at her but didn't say anything. Folding her arms, she explained, "Then you should WANT people to stay away. If the warning sign scares them off, so much the better, right?"

Edge didn't reply, instead he continued to glare at her. She glared back at him, unmoved. "Those are my conditions. You can either put up traps and puzzles that follow those guidelines or don't."

"I'LL FOLLOW THOSE GUIDELINES!" Blueberry proclaimed eagerly

"ME TOO!" Papyrus added.

"Edge?"

He threw his hands up. "FINE!" he spat, turning on his heel and strolling out the door.

Blueberry turned to grin at Papyrus, entirely unperturbed by Edge's departure. "GUESS THIS MEANS I GET TO GRAB SOMETHING TO MAKE SOME PUZZLES"

"Nothing too over the top Blue!" Y/n called after his quickly disappearing back

Stretch laughed affectional, winking at her before he moved to follow his brother. "don't worry y/n, i'll try to keep him restrained."

"I really don't like that word 'try' Stretch!"

"we'll be back with lunch," Sans said, moving to close the door behind him. "see ya later guys."

The front door closed, leaving Y/n, Red and Papyrus to hear the distant sounds of the rest of the group arguing who sat where.

Papyrus clapped his hands, startling the other two, "GUESS THIS MEANS WE SHOULD GET STARTED ON THOSE TASKS!"

Red muttered darkly under his breath, but followed Papyrus outside.

~*~

They stood outside in the crisp morning light, the rain having passed in the night with the early sun drying most of the ground. From what Y/n could see, the skeletons had managed to further complete the pull-bars and the climbing wall, with the duelling area already completed, since she had last seen them.

"You guys actually managed to get a lot of work done this morning?" Y/n asked, impressed

Papyrus puffed out his chest, "WE KNEW THAT WE WERE GOING OUT THIS MORNING, SO WE FIGURED WE'D SKIP OUR MORNING RUN AND TRY TO GET THE BACKYARD DONE SO WE CAN PUT UP THE GARAGE TODAY!"

He turned to Red, nervously "SO, UM, RED. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO?"

Red shrugged, uncaring, with his hands in his pockets.

"How about Red get started on the wall while we quickly finish off the pull-bars?"

"we?" asked Red, smirking.

Rolling her eyes, she looked down at Red (secretly enjoying the fact that Papyrus's height allowed her to do so...for once). "Okay, Papyrus can quickly finish the pull-bars, then come and help you. Smartarse."

Red laughed, but headed off towards the wall, the tools and supplies already there. When he saw the tools on the ground, he called back to Papyrus, "next time, you guys need to put away the tools when yer done."

"BUT WE WERE COMING BACK!" Papyrus replied, confused.

Y/n sighed "Even so, can you put them away properly, even if you plan to be right back from now on?"

"OF COURSE!" He looked at her, abashed, "SORRY Y/N."

She laughed, waving him off, "It's just a minor thing, really" She shrugged, "It's not like I expect the tools to last forever."

She didn't understand why Papyrus suddenly looked so sad for some reason.

~*~

The pull-bars were quickly done, with the hard work having already been completed the previous day. As it was, Papyrus was quickly able to join Red over at the wall, who had made decent enough progress.

"How's it going Red?" Y/n asked, still sitting astride Papyrus's shoulder.

Red turned to face them, a hammer raised and several nails held between his teeth. "Hmm?" he grunted with a shrug, before continuing with his strike.

Papyrus beamed, bent down and picked up his own plank of wood, a hammer and several nails. Unlike with the pull bars, Y/n actually saw a way she actually could help, so she eagerly offered, "give me the nails Paps."

Papyrus looked down at the fist-full he had, before looking across at her. "ARE YOU SURE?"

Jumping from his shoulder, she balanced on the topmost wooden beam of the wall before turning to him, her bag held open. Shrugging, Papyrus dumped his fist full of nails into her bag with a smile.

Once Papyrus had struck the nail into the wood, he held his hand open, waiting for another nail. Grinning, she gentle lobbed the nail into his waiting hand, silently impressed with how skillfully he plucked it out of mid-air.

"THANK YOU, Y/N!"

Y/n returned his smile.

When Red bent to pick up his own nails, she called out, "Hey Red, catch!" before gently tossing him a nail as well. With as much skill as Papyrus, Red caught the nail with ease, looking at it in surprise before looking at her inquisitively. When she grinned at him, he shrugged and continued.

So the small group continued, with Y/n occasionally needing her bag to be refilled.

After some time and with the wall nearly completed, Papyrus whipped the non-existent sweat from his brow in between fetching the last plank of wood to cast his eyes over towards the apple tree.

"Y/N, NOW THAT WE SEEM TO BE CLOSER, SHARING FRIENDS-"

"I like to think we've been friends for awhile now Papyrus."

He gaped at her, his hands brought up to his slightly blushing face, "REALLY?! THANK YOU, LITTLE HUMAN! I THINK- WAIT! YOU WILL NOT SO EASILY DISTRACT ME!" he cleared his voice, "AS I WAS SAYING, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR APPLE TREE?"

"What's wrong with it?" she asked, looking over to make sure it was still okay.

"it's got an unusually strong soul." Red added, his focus on the plank of wood he was currently measuring out for cutting.

"Plants can have souls?!"

Papyrus turned to her, confused, "BUT OF COURSE! EVERY LIVING THING HAS A SOUL!"

"the only difference is how complex they are." Red added, dropping his hammer and reaching over for the sander.

"Oh." What else could she say?

Seeing that Papyrus was still waiting for his answer, she shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't know anything about souls, but the story is that my Great-however many generations ago, Grandfather brought this block of land, claiming it was going to be a thriving community."

She laughed, "Obviously, he was wrong." She gestured at the apple tree, "He actually wanted the front of the house to be facing this direction, but every time he tried to get rid of that apple tree, he suffered terrible luck that prevented or delayed his attempts. Eventually, he just gave up and let it be."

Y/n looked back fondly at the tree, remembering, "Nan said that every apple that Great Granddad had was sour or had a big old worm in it. Meanwhile, his wife, who use to sit under it and quietly read, only ever got the sweetest of apples."

She looked back at Papyrus, "I guess trees can hold grudges?"

"that's a weird story." Red commented, not looking away from his sanding.

'so he was listening.'

Shrugging, Y/n replied, "It's a weird tree. It once had a lot more blossoms and apples when I was younger, but not that many in the past years."

Papyrus nodded sagely but didn't comment further.

Soon after the wall was completed and, after all the tools were put away, the two skeletons stood awkwardly outside the workshop, each checking and rechecking their phone for a message that might explain what was taking the others so long.

"I think-" Y/n said, looking back at Papyrus's phone for the time yet again, "-it would be a good idea if we went ahead and had lunch."

"have what?" Huffed Red. "with no power, we can't cook anythin'."

"THERE'S SOME BREAD STILL!" Papyrus added brightly. "IT WASN'T ENOUGH FOR BREAKFAST, BUT THERE SHOULD BE ENOUGH FOR JUST THE THREE OF US!"

"fuckin swell." Muttered Red, stalking off towards the house. Papyrus and Y/n followed him in silence.

Red had thrown himself into a patio chair, his legs kicked up and resting on the balcony. He completely ignored them as they approached.

Papyrus rubbed the back of his neck, "I, UM, I'LL JUST GO MAKE THOSE SANDWICHES THEN?"

Red didn't respond beyond fishing out a pack of smokes and lighting up.

"Papyrus, I'd like to stay out here with Red."

"YOU SURE?" Papyrus asked, slightly crestfallen

She jumped off his shoulder and landed on the patio table, looking up apologetically at Papyrus, "I'm sure. Sorry Paps."

He nodded, turning and headed inside, his shoulder's sagging.

"im'a gonna get another lecture, aren't i?" Red puffed out smoke, "oh goodie."

"You know, you don't have to default to being a dick when you don't know what to do with yourself."

"who says I don't know what to do?" Red asked, blowing a puff at her.

She waved the cloud away, irritated, "Me. Because I've seen you interact with Papyrus in the company of others before. You've never been this big of a dick to him and I doubt you've changed because you're afraid Sans would give you grief over it."

Red chuckled coldly, "sans would give me shit if he saw me like this."

"Yet I'm guessing you couldn't care less."

Red laughed, looking away from her to stare at the backyard.

She sighed, rubbing her eyes, "Fine then, but it's obvious to everyone that there's something about being alone with Papyrus that upsets you. Even if you can't admit that."

Red continued to ignore her, even as she thought she heard him grunt.

Papyrus returned, balancing a tray of sandwiches on one arm and an armful of condiments, glasses and a water pitcher.

"HERE YOU GO RED." Papyrus offered the bottle of mustard to Red

Red slowly took the offered mustard, staring at it in disbelief "thanks." He looked up at Papyrus, "you know, everyone else in the house hates the fact i drink mustard."

"I DO TOO!" Papyrus sat down, pouring a glass of water for Y/n before sliding it towards her with a straw in it, "BUT I CAN TELL THAT BEING FORCED TO STAY BEHIND HAS UPSET YOU, SO I, THE GENEROUS PAPYRUS, AM CHOOSING TO LOOK OVER YOUR UNFORTUNATE FLAW FOR JUST TODAY!"

Red stared in disbelief at Papyrus, pointedly ignoring Y/n's waggling eyebrows and meaningful head gabs at Papyrus's direction. Instead, he snuffed out his cigarette and unhooked his feet from the balcony, sitting properly at the table.

Smiling gently, Y/n looked over the sandwiches, moving to get a closer look. "So Paps, what have you made us today?"

Papyrus brightened, "I'VE GOT A FEW HAMS WITH SALADS, SOME WITH TUNA (BUT I'M AFRAID TO EAT THAT ONE BECAUSE I'M NOT SURE HOW UNDYNE WOULD RESPOND) AND OTHERS WITH SOME OF THE SPREADS WE HAVE."

Y/n smiled, pointing to a sandwich which most appealed to her. "Paps, can I have a half of this?"

Before Papyrus could cut the sandwich, Red chuckled, looking across the table at her while he rested his head on a hand, "whatever happened to our strong, independent bitty?"

She narrowed her eyes are Red, "What are you talking about?"

Red grinned, turning his attention to Papyrus, "wasn't she, just yesterday, complaining how we treat her like a pet?"

"YES?" Papyrus answered, unsure.

Red grinned, "i think this might be a test. a trap to try and trick you into proving that you don't think she can do it by herself."

"Oh come on! I wouldn't do something like that!" she huffed.

"isn't that exactly what you would say if this was a trap though?"

"HE'S RIGHT!" Papyrus looked sadly down at her, "YOU WERE REALLY MAD AT US YESTERDAY FOR PETTING YOU, SAYING THAT WE MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A PET!" He smiled bravely down at her, "THAT'S WHY I AM GOING TO SHOW YOU THE SUPPORT YOU NEED AND ENCOURAGE YOU IN A TOTAL, NON-PET-LIKE WAY!"

He cheered, clapping wildly, "GO Y/N! I BELIEVE YOU CAN SERVE YOURSELF YOUR OWN LUNCH!" He looked up at Red, beaming "THANK YOU RED! YOU STOPPED ME FROM MAKING A SERIOUS ERROR!"

"Yea, thanks Red" she glared at him, mouthing, "I'll get you later."

Red responded by chuckling, raising his mustard at her. "go on then y/n. i believe in you too. we both believe in you."

"YES! GO Y/N! LIFT THAT SANDWICH!"

Rolling her eyes, Y/n lifted the sandwich above her head, the weight throwing her off slightly, but not so much that she struggled to carry it to her plate.

Dumping it on her plate, she looked smuggle at Red. "There! Now, can I have a hand cutting it into smaller pieces?"

Red handed her a knife, a solid, sterling-silver one that was taller than she was.

 Holding it like it was a pole, she gaped at Red in disbelief. "You're not even going to get me a knife that's my size?!"

"OH! I'LL GET IT!"

Papyrus rose out of his sit, but Y/n quickly stopped him, "Stop! Don't worry about it."

She glared at Red, both of them realising that her knife would only take her longer to cut through both layers. Sighing, she placed the knife awkwardly where she wanted to cut, sharp side down.

It just sat there, the weight not enough to push it into the bread.

Red snorted, not even bothering to hide his amused expression at her expense. Papyrus, meanwhile, continued to cheer her on.

"GO Y/N, GO!"

"it's knife to see you give it your best."

Huffing, she climbed onto the sandwich, balancing the knife between her squatting knees. With a grunt of effort, she pushed her body on top of the knife, pushing it down and cutting through the two layers. Only when she heard the *Chink* of the knife hitting the plate, did she let up. She repeated the cycle again, stopping only when she began to feel tried out.

She rose up and stared stated in disbelief at the minor progress all that effort had made. It wasn't even halfway!

"WOO! GO Y/N! YOU'RE ALMOST THERE!"

"yea y/n, don't give up now."

Giving up, Y/n angrily pushed aside the knife and ripped a piece off with her hands.

"WELL DONE Y/N!"

"Papyrus! You can stop now!"

Red clutched his sides and laughed heartily, his and Papyrus's plates having long since been empty as the pair watched and 'supported' her efforts.

"WE'RE BACK! AND WE BROUGHT- WHY DOES Y/N LOOK SO ANGRY?"

She turned to see the rest of the skeletons coming out to the back from the house, boxes of pizza and generator parts being carried and lifted outside with them.

Papyrus beamed, "SHE'S NOT MAD! SHE'S FILLED WITH ACCOMPLISHMENT!"

The skeletons were completely mystified, becoming at an even bigger loss when Red fell backwards off his chair laughing while Y/n threw the knife off her plate.

~*~

While Red, Papyrus, and Y/n had a little of the pizza, they mostly sat back and listened to the others make plans, explaining what was brought and who planned to finished what tasks. Or rather, Y/n listened while Red continued to chuckle every time he caught her eye and Papyrus continued to provide encouragement to the complete confusion of everyone else.

In the end, Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge planned to have the garage put up by the end of today, Sans had been tasked with fixing the fuse box and Stretch and Red would put together the generators to the agreed upon specifics. When Y/n had asked what generators they had agreed too, she quickly realised that they hadn't, but instead planned to make two different generators.

Now she stood by the two monsters in the backyard, pieces of generators and tools scattered around them. The manuals on 'how-to' put together had quickly been cast aside, both monsters scoffing at the idea that they might need them.

What quickly became apparent to her was just how mechanically inclined the skeletons were, which, she realised upon reflection, really shouldn't have surprised her. Her bitty house was a testament to some serious know-how. She envied their skills, bitterly regretting that, even if she was the right size, her dad's workshop would forever remain a waste of tools that slowly gathered dust.

Not that she didn't intend to help however she can. Her original plan of help Stretch and Red by reading the manual aloud to them had quickly been cast aside, but since she knew next to nothing about her own fuse box and she really didn't want to get in the way as Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge building a garage, she decided to remain, bringing along tools and equipment when asked.

"hey y/n, could you pass me a flat 8.2?"

"Ummm..."

Stretch laughed, "the one next to red's knee."

Obviously, she should have gone with Sans.

She hurried over to Red, dragging the screwdriver towards Stretch. Red watched her go, smiling as she carried the heavy tool on her back.

She dumped the tool into Stretch's waiting hand, his attention on a bunch of wires he was currently soldering.

"hey y/n?"

She turned to see Red pointing to a box of bolts. "mind bringing over that entire box for me?"

"Sure, no prob."

Huffing, she lifted the box and carried it to Red, straining in effort with her view entirely encompassed by the box. She dumped the box with a grunt, wiping the sweat from her brow.

"thanks, baby doll."

"fun size? i need the wrench."

"Really?!" She looked over at the toolbox, with heavy looking wrench sitting toward the bottom.

Stretch shrugged, "unless you want to hold these wires while i get it?"

"No, it's fine. I'll get it." The last thing she wanted to do was get involved in that tangled mess he called 'progress'.

Jumping into the box, Y/n struggled to unclip the strong clips that held the wrench in place. Once she had managed to unclip them all, she dug her fingers under the wrench and heaved.

It moved, almost lifting out of place, before her grip slipped and it fell back into place.

Glaring at the offending tool, Y/n reached into her bag and pulled out her shoelace, tying it around the wrench. Shoulder the shoelace, she pulled with all her might.

Inch by inch, it moved forward and out of its custom compartment.

Once it was relatively free, she had to jump outside the toolbox, using the sides as leverage as she pulled with her feet planted on the box's outside. When she had managed to prop it up inside, she jumped back into the box, straining with effort as she lifted and pushed the wrench out.

Gronning, she rubbed her sore muscles as she placed the shoelace back over her shoulder, continuing to use it to drag the wrench towards Stretch. When she looked up, she saw both skeletons grinning at her.

"What's the mat-?"

A sudden realisation hit her as her face exploded into blushing embarrassment.

Angrily casting aside the shoelace, she pointed an accusatory finger at the two laughing jerks, "You jerks can use magic!"

"we*snort* we never said we couldn't" Red chuckled.

Stretch grinned, "we do appreciate the effort though."

She marched off towards the house, leaving behind the chortles of the two skeleton jerks who watched her go.

As she approached the house, Sans walked out, a book under one arm and a pillow in the other. Y/n made for a straight beeline towards him, trying and failing to block out the chuckling behind her.

"everything alright y/n?" Sans asked, looking back at Stretch and Red laughing their coccyxs' off in the background.

"Me? Oh, everything's fine! Just helping out a couple of jerks, being ignorant about magic again." She shrugged, "The usual."

Sans chuckled "how about a nice, relaxing book to take your mind off things?" He waved the book around, heading towards a nearby chair.

Smiling, Y/n called out, "Okay, but how about we make it even better and set up the hammock?"

Sans turned to face her. "you have a hammock?"

Grinning, she nodded. "If you pick me up, I'll show you where it's tucked away."

Returning her grin, Sans dropped the book and pillow on the table before picking Y/n from the ground and lifting her to his shoulder.

Once she was securely sitting, she pointed towards the small garden shed, pleasantly surprised to see Sans so eager.

~*~

It had taken no time for Sans to find and set up the hammock, hooking it up between two poles none of the others had noticed, off to the side and under the shade of the apple tree.

 A gentle breeze drifted over the two as Y/n rested next to Sans's head, laying on the pillow with her feet loosely rest on his shoulder. Sans, it turned out, was a faster reader than her. So after she was done with a page, she would lightly tap his skull and Sans would turn the page. Although, she needn't have bothered, considering how insanely complex and technical the book was.

Deciding she much rather focus on nothing in particular, she stretched with a yawn "Actually Sans, you can read ahead without me."

"you sure?"

"Yea, I'm done."

Sans shrugged and flipped the page.

Relaxing back into the pillow, Y/n lazily looked over at Stretch and Red, still putting together their own generators. In fact, it looked like the two were actually joking with each other, surprising her.

'Guess they have more in common than I thought.'

That reminded her that she had a question for Sans.

"You've fixed the fuse box, right? We have power again?"

"yep," Sans supplied, still reading.

"Then I'm surprised you aren't helping Stretch or Red with the generators. Maybe help with the garage?"

Sans laughed. "the garage has more than enough people working on it without me getting in the way. as for the generators..."

He lifted and turned his head, calling out to Stretch and Red, "need any help guys?"

"and have you mess this up and have to start again? no thanks!" Red replied, irritable.

Stretch agreed, "last time you 'helped', you wanted me to start again."

Sans shrugged and lowered himself back into a comfortable position. "see? we're all a bit strong-headed when it comes to doing things our way." He shrugged "the smartest thing to do is to leave them be....even if they are putting the generators together wrong."

"we heard that!"

Sans chuckled and resumed reading.

"Guess I should be amazed that you all managed to work together for my sake." She looked at Sans in disbelief. "How did you all manage to work together long enough to build a small house with fiddle wiring and water systems?"

Sans marked his page before closing his book.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your reading."

He shrugged, "it's not a big deal kid. i rather like talking to you."

She was suddenly very grateful he couldn't see her blushing face from this angle.

He continued "well, credit due to where it belongs; it was actually paps and blue's idea-"

"I figured as much."

"-but we wouldn't have gotten far without edge's blueprints."

"Edge did all that by himself, right?"

Sans nodded. "believe me, we were all surprised. once we had that though, it was easy to separate the work so that each skeleton was responsible for their own section." He chuckled, "knowing these guys as i do, i figured that doing it that way was the only way it was ever going to get done."

"Stretch and Red seem to be getting along just fine." She pointed out.

"i didn't say we don't get along, but if you ever give us a task where we need to find creative and innovative solutions, prepare to have everyone arguing that they have the best method." He turned to look at her, "you saw us this morning. imagine how they were actually like when we shopping."

She laughed, "One of the reasons I stayed home."

'Not the main reason of course, but still a reason.'

Sans didn't say anything, but continued to look at her, searching.

"What?" she asked, uncomfortable.

"y/n, when was the last time you left this house?"

"I, er" She looked away. "It's been awhile."

"is it because you're afraid we'd do something to the house while you were gone?"

She sighed, "No, I trust you guys."

"then what is it?"

She lowered her self, till she sat with her knees pressed to her chest. "I'm not sure I can explain it" she whispered.

How could she explain that is was a feeling of emptiness, of paranoia that had nothing to do with the world or even the people around her?

"you don't have to if you don't want to." Sans sighed, "our bros are just worried that the reason is that you don't trust us, that it's our fault you're copped here."

"They've noticed?"

"we've all noticed, or at least we did by today." He laughed, "i have never heard edge so smug before, once i asked the question."

She chuckled softly, imagining a gloating Edge with several skeletons trapped in a car with him. Then she sighed, “Well, it’s not you guys, in any case.”

Sans spoke slowly, "y/n, i know were' still getting to know each other, but i hope you know that if you need anything from me, anything at all, you just have to ask. as a matter of fact, i never did properly set up your bank account so that you could access it. remind me and i'll do it when next i'm in front of a computer. in fact, i probably get you one of your own."

She sat up "Really?"

He chuckled, "i really should have done it sooner. either way, it'll allow you to purchase your own things, instead having to ask us."

Next thing he knew, Y/n was hugging the side of his skull.

"Thank you Sans! Thank you so much!"

"AHEM!"

Looking up, Y/n noticed in surprise to see the rest of the skeleton family standing off to the side, looking quite upset.

Quickly pressing her back against San's blushing cheek, she whispered to him, "I think you've upset a few people by reading instead of helping."

Sans chuckled, still blushing, "i'm sure that they're just jealous."

"Jealous because you're reading a book?"

"something like that." He grinned.

Blueberry coughed again, looking pointedly at her and asked forcefully. "Y/N, CAN I PLEASE TAKE YOU TO THE KITCHEN NOW?"

She pushed herself away from Sans, "What for?"

"I'M COOKING TACOS TONIGHT!" he added, far more enthusiastic than he had been moments ago.

"Oh." She looked past him and saw no objections, (even if Stretch seemed entirely un-thrilled at the idea) "Sure."

Jumping off Sans's shoulder onto Blueberry's hand, she was lifted and placed on his shoulder as he grinned at everyone around him.

"Y/N AND I ARE GOING TO HAVE OUR VERY SPECIAL, PRIVATE, COOKING LESSON NOW!" he emphasised, walking taller as he strolled proudly towards the house.

Confused, Y/n looked back to see the rest of the skeletons leaning closer to Sans, most likely to tell him off for not help. Or at least, all the skeletons but Red, it seemed. Noticing him missing, she spotted him by the workshop, closing the door behind him.

When he noticed her staring back at him, he quickly looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"EVERYTHING OKAY Y/N?"

Turning around, she noticed that Blueberry had made it to the back door, looking at her concerned.

Quickly smiling, she nodded. "It's nothing Blue."

'In fact, I think I've just thought of a question I have for Red.'

~*~

Blueberry cooking dinner (or perhaps tacos specifically) was even more energetic and chaotic than usual. It was made more so due to his insistence that he 'knew' the perfect recipe. When she saw him pull out more glitter, she had put her foot down, again insisting that they use 'human' recipes. He hadn't been happy to hear that, but quickly changed his mind when she asked if she was even needed in the kitchen if he wasn't going to listen to her. Not that it completely stopped him from sneaking in glitter whenever he thought he could get away with it.

Dinner consisted of everyone eating the slightly under-cooked tacos, with Stretch actually mouthing the words 'thank you' when Blueberry had been distracted. Grinning sympathetically, she could only imagine what Blueberry's tacos would have tasted like had he been allowed to use the whole tub of glitter like he wanted to.

When Blueberry had pointed out that he had cooked dinner tonight and therefore should be allowed to cook dessert, Papyrus and Edge had quickly argued their point against him and insisting that it should be them.

Realising her mistake, Y/n had proposed a movie night instead, which quickly turned into a slumber party. Papyrus and Blueberry had been overjoyed at the very idea, Edge had reluctantly agreed, citing his distrust with the other two for his reasoning and all their brothers had shrugged, saying that they would probably hang around till the movie was over.

While Papyrus and Blueberry attempted to get a consensus out of the indifferent brothers, Y/n excused herself for the next hour, stating that she would like a shower, get her laundry started, and a few other things before she was ready for the movie/slumber party.

They hadn't questioned her, merely expressing their eagerness for her return.

Once she was upstairs, she quickly stared her washing machine and sent off a text to Red.

Y/n- Red, can I speak to you outside, over by the workshop?

She waited a few minutes, growing more paranoid that Red would refuse to see her. She liked to think that the relationship she had with him was at its strongest right now, even before they both went too far with pranking, but the longer she waited, the more time she had to doubt that Red really wanted anything to do with her.

Just as she was about to forget the whole thing and head downstairs, her phone announced a new message.

Hot Pink- sure.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Y/n quickly climbed up to the attic's window and glided outside.

Below her, she could see Red walking towards the workshop, his hands firmly in his pockets.

"Up here Red!" she called out.

Red looked up, watching her land roof with a roll before she quickly repacked her bag and jumped down to meet him on workshops' window ledge.

He approached her, his face sullen. "you gonna lecture me about staying away from yer workshop? what, didn't want to cause a scene in front of everyone else?"

Startled, she looked up at him in surprise, "What? No, I just wanted..."

She sighed. "Red, I wanted to ask you something"

"what is it?" he huffed.

"Come inside, please?"

Before he had a chance to reply, Y/n slipped passed the window, hoping that he would follow.

After a moment, Red opened the door, the lock having long since been stopped being used after the daily use the workshop was getting. He stood there, determinedly not looking at anything particular with his hands still firmly in his pocket.

"what is it then? you here to make sure i haven't broken or misplaced anything?"

"No" she replied cooly, "I'm going to ask you to help complete my father's chopper."

Red looked sharply up, shocked. "you what?"

She sat down on the ledge, waving an arm towards the once-again covered chopper. "Red, would you please help me complete my dad's last chopper?"

He continued to stare.

"You can say no, you know."

He shook himself, looking away angrily. "why not ask someone, hell, anyone else?"

"I will ask the others if you say no, but" she looked at him and waited for him to look at her before continuing, "I wanted to ask you first"

"why?"

She expected his blatant, disbelieving question, but she hadn't been prepared for how suspicious he sounded.

"This isn't about you owing me if that's your concern. I know that, ever since we had our truce, you've been looking after the workshop on my behalf. Making sure that all the equipment is properly put back."

She bowed her head slightly, ignoring his flinch, "Thank you, by the way, for doing that for me. You didn't have to and yet you did." She straightened, "As far as I'm concerned, we're even."

She jumped off the ledge and walked over to the chopper, struggling to pull off the covers. When she managed it, she looked back at the motor set into a basic frame, well recalling the last few days Dad had been working on it, trying to at least get the motor done.

"Dad would be angry to see this still laying here, gathering rust."

She looked back to see Red closer now, looking over the motor as well.

"Mum was the one who kept all this here." She looked up at Red, "I think it was meant to be some sort of an inheritance for Jake."

"yer brother?"

"Yeah."

She waved a hand around the room, "But when he passed, I never did learn for myself how to weld, so I locked all this up." She shrugged, "It seemed better than just selling it all for money I didn't desperately need."

"now?"

"Now? Well, now I happen to know a few people who just happen to build scientific machines in a matter of days. I saw a chance for closure, so I'm asking."

"y/n, i don't know what yer think the underground was like, but i assure ya, we didn't have motorcycles."

Y/n laughed, her hands hardly containing her dumb chuckles as she pictured a motorcycle driving along natural mountain tunnels. After she had calmed down a bit, she looked over her shoulder and grinned up at him, "I could have guessed that, but what you do have, which I never had, is the mechanical know-how."

She turned to face him fully, "Look, I get that this is a huge undertaking; you'd be learning things just for my benefit. And I'm not saying that you would be doing this for free. Whatever we completed would be yours, to do what you will. In fact, as far as I'm concerned, this motor is yours right now, if you want it."

Red looked surprised, before looked down at her, his gaze searching.

"you still haven't answered my question." He squatted near her, looming over her. "why me?"

She looked away, "Maybe it's because I want to get to know you better, maybe I've hated the fact that we're so awkward around each other and this is my way at trying to fix this, who knows."She looked up at him sternly, "Look, I wouldn't be asking you at all if I wasn't certain you truly regretted toying with me here or if I didn't want to do this with you."

Red sat down heavily, looking between her and the chopper.

"yer serious?" he asked, disbelieving.

She nodded. "If you agree, you can sell whatever we complete. After all, that's why there aren't any other choppers here." She watched as Red looked around the workshop. "Dad always sold his completed chopper so he could afford to buy the next one."

"ter what end?"

"Till his end, I suppose."

There was a moment of awkward pause.

"what about you?" Red asked, looking at her.

"What about me?"

"what will you be doing while I'm doing all this work?"

"What can I do?" she gestured at herself, "If I could do this by myself, I would Red."

"so, you want me to work on your dad's chopper, by myself?"

"Well, not by yourself. I plan to be here to provide vague guidance and somewhat helpful hints." She grinned cheekily, "Oh, and you know, be the eye candy. Someone has to drape their sexy selves over the motorcycle when you're done."

Red smiled, "forget it baby doll. if that job falls into anyone's skill house, it's yours truly."

She laughed, "What, with your flat butt?"

"how would you know that unless you've been eyein' it?"

Blushing and deciding that the best response wasn't to rise to his tease, Y/n instead offered her hand to Red.

"So what do you say? If you help me finish my Dad's chopper, it's yours to do what you will with it."

Red looked from her hand to the chopper, back to her hand. "yer saying that you and I will be working on this chopper till it's done?"

"I know that you're working on the machine in the basement," she added, quickly "but I figured if we come out here at least once a week-"

"deal."

Red shoved his pinky into her waiting hand and they shook on the deal.

He grinned, winking "after all, i want to see you try to drape your bitty self on this thing. we're gonna have ter get you an outfit like them girls on the posters up there."

She looked to where he was pointing, to an outdated calendar with a hot, blond thing posing with a custom-made chopper.

"Forgot Dad had those." she muttered. She looked back up at him, "You know, if we're doing this as partners, then you've got to get yourself a bikini too."

"i see, and this wouldn't be just an excuse to see me out of my pants?"

"You know it bone daddy!"

They laughed together, even as they both blushed at the mental image of the pair of them in matching bikinis. Whipping away her tears, she asked, "Hey Red, can you carry me back to the house?"

"y-you want me to carry you?"

"I-it's okay if you don't want to!"

He stared at her before his face relaxed and he lowered his hand before her. Smiling, she jumped one, holding onto his thumb as he steadily lifted her to his shoulder. Once she was firmly sitting on his shoulder, he took a moment to watch her, before turning to leave.

"you know, you don't react the way i've come to expect humans to respond when they have a bag of bones hit on them." he said as he turned off the lights.

"What, you don't have throngs of people waiting to jump your bones?" They shared a laugh as Red closed the workshop's door behind him, before strolling towards the house. "You should try licking your teeth more" she grinned.

Red chuckled, his laughter the brightest she had ever heard it so far. Leaning into his fur, she added, "Guess I'm immune to it so much because I know it's all in jest. I mean, who would ever hit on a bitty?"

Red stopped with his had on the back door, looking at her concerned. "baby doll-"

"Y/N!" Blueberry opened the door. Before either Red or Y/n could prepare, Blueberry had picked up Red and was twirling him in circles, with Y/n clinging to his jacket's fur.

"OH, I AM SO GLAD I FOUND YOU!"

"get'off me!"

Blueberry placed Red on the ground, before laying his hand before a Y/n still holding onto Red's fur tightly.

"Y/N, COME INSIDE, WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU!"

Looking to Red with an apologetic smile, she hopped onto Blueberry's hand. "I thought I told you guys to start without me?"

Blueberry shrugged before he called out to upstairs, "PAPYRUS, I FOUND Y/N!!"

"COMING!"

"Actually, Blue?" He looked down at her stand on his glove, "I need to go back upstairs."

"NO PROBLEM!"

She barely had enough time to cling to his glove before he tore off upstairs, running with the energy of a thousand hamsters on coffee. They ran past Papyrus in a blur of colours, ignoring his befuddled "WHAT THE-?"

In what felt like an instant, Blueberry was gently tipping her onto her balcony, her hair on end.

"I'LL WAIT HERE!" Blueberry proclaimed proudly.

Patting down her hair, she looked back at Blueberry, smiling gently. "Wouldn't it be better to get the best spot?" she waved him off, "I just need to put my clothes in the dryer and I'll be right down."

"ARE YOU SURE?"

She nodded.

"WELL, IF YOU'RE SURE..."

He ran back downstairs, yelling, "NO ONE HAD BETTER BE IN MY SPOT!"

Smiling at his energy, Y/n quickly entered her house and transferred her wet, clean clothes into the dyer, humming in delight when she saw that they were already cleaner than they had been in ages.

As she grabbed her bitty-sized blanket, she thought again about how different this week had been. Not just with the addition of monsters in her life, but the complete 180 her attitude towards people living in her life had taken.

'If only I could show them that. Show them how different I've become and how much I'm looking forward to them living here.'

Suddenly, she knew the perfect item. Smiling gently, she walked over to her vent and climbed back to her old room to fetch it.

~*~

"Before we start the movie, I have something I'd like to give."

Y/n had managed to walk out from the living room ground vent and manoeuvred passed the sea of blankets and pillows that Papyrus and Blueberry had turned the floor into. Now she stood on the coffee table and faced the skeletons, who watched her inquisitively, with her hands behind her back.

Taking a deep breath, she looked around the room "When we first met, I didn't like any of you." She looked away, "You were intruding on my house and I was powerless to stop you, and I hated how helpless that made me feel." She looked back at them, "But then I got to know you all better and I actually started liking you guys, and I've found myself rethinking a lot of things. But the one thing I've decided, I can show you guys by giving you something."

She offered the cloth behind her back to Papyrus, who was closest. He slowly plucked the cloth from her hands and unfurled it as the other skeletons moved in closer to look at it.

"IT-IT'S THE HOUSE-MATE GIFT WE MADE FOR YOU?"

Blueberry looked at her, tears in his eyes. "YOU'RE GIVING THIS BACK TO US? DOES THIS MEAN YOU DON'T WANT TO BE A PART OF OUR FAMILY?!"

She gasped, looking around the room and noting all their fallen expression in horror, "What!? No!" She waved a hand at the cloth, "That's a cross-stitch, right? 'Welcome to our Home', yes?" They nodded, their expression still sullen, "Then it's meant to hang at the front wall of the house, so when people first walk in, they can see who's in the family!"

They stared at her and Y/n could feel herself regretting this idea already. Looking at her feet, she mumbled, "Looking, I can keep it in my house, if you want. I just thought it'd be nice where everyone can see it. That's all."

The next second, the coffee table was flipped as both Papyrus and Blueberry threw themselves at Y/n, tears in their eyes.

"Y/N!" they sobbed together

Confusion quickly ensured as Sans, Stretch, Red and Edge attempted to pull Papyrus and Blueberry away from the coffee table in a failing mass of limbs. Y/n, meanwhile, had been flung across the room and was standing back on the carpet, laughing her bitty butt off as the mass of skeletal limbs twisted, with constant shouts ranging from overjoyed and moved to tears, to distressed concern to exacerbate yelling.

She saw the eye light of Blueberry focus on her, because the next thing, he had thrown off the skeletons on top of him and ran towards her

"Y/N! I'M SO- OMMPFF!"

Stretch had managed to grab Blueberry's ankle from within the mass he was still entrapped in, causing Blueberry to fall with his arms out, inches from her. "bro, stop! you'll accidentally hurt her!"

Blueberry stopped reaching for her, and the pile behind him separated into the separate skeletons again.

"I WON'T!" Blueberry huffed, not looking at her.

"are you sure?" Stretch asked, not letting Blueberry's ankle go.

"OF COURSE YOU IDIOTS WILL!"

Edge picked himself up from the ground, striding towards her. When he crouched and allowed her to step onto his hand, Edge carried her over to his armchair, before sitting down once again, dumping her on his armrest. "YOU TWO ACT FAR TO IMPULSIVELY! YOU'RE LUCKY SHE WASN'T CRUSHED BY THE COFFEE TABLE!"

Papyrus and Blueberry gapped in horror at Y/n.

"Y/N, I'M SO SORRY! I-"

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO, I SW-"

"Guys!"

Y/n waited for Papyrus and Blueberry to quieten down, watching as Sans, Stretch and Red made their way back to their seats, rubbing their bruised (wait, skeletons can get bruise spots?! )limbs. When they had managed it, they sat on the floor and looked up at her, their expressions utterly regretfully.

Smiling, she asked, "How about a hug instead?"

While they gapped at her, she turned to Edge. "How about it? Want a hug?"

Edge stuttered, folding his arms, red blush exploding across his face. "N-NO! W-WHY WO-WOULD I EVER WA-WANT A STUPID H-HUG!?"

Smiling, she gently patted the crook of his elbow, before jumping over to Red.

"How about you biker chick?"

"biker chick?" Stretch whispered to Sans, confused.

Red grinned, "from you baby doll? any day" He lifted her to his shoulder, where she jumped off and hugged the side of his face. Before she ended the hug, Red had licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue touching her arm.

"Gross!" she complained, whipping the glowing red slime off and onto his cheek.

He only responded with a deep chuckle, a light, red blush across his cheeks.

Running across the couch, she ran onto Stretch's shoulder, her arms open wide.

"Hug Stretch?"

Chuckling, he nodded. When she hugged him, he brought a hand over, cupping her back and pressing her more tightly against him.

"I never did thank you for saving my life Stretch. Thanks, by the ways." She whispered into his cheek.

He laughed, "you also haven't thanked me for saving you from blue-"

"HEY!"

"-but i'd have done it anyway for you, fun size."

Blushing, Y/n quickly pushed away and hurried to the edge of the couch, leaping to reach Sans in the last armchair. Sans sat with his hands hidden in his hoodie, not quite meeting her eyes.

"Would you like a hug Sans?"

He closed his eyes and chuckled, a blue blush across his cheeks. "you sure know how to handle us, don'tchya kid."

"What?" she asked, unsure she had heard him correctly

He shrugged, "nevermind." he opened an eye at her, "i'd love a hug kid."

Smiling, she hugged his side tightly. With an idea, her smile turned cheeky as she pushed back and asked "Sans, you purr?"

He spluttered, "w-what?!" He looked around the room to see all the skeletons looking at him in disbelief, "i wasn't purring!"

Red chuckled, "well, would ja look at that; vanilla actually purrs."

Stretch fist bumped Red, "guess that's different."

Sans shrank into his hoodie, grumbling as Y/n leapt into the waiting hands of Blueberry, still on the floor.

He smooshed her into his cheek, both hands pressing tightly her to him as he hummed.

"B-Blue!" she gasped

"OH! SORRY!" Blueberry pulled back his hands, allowing Y/n to feel her smooshed face. Beaming up at him, she hugged his thumb as tightly as she could.

"Thank you for welcoming me into your family Blue."

He blushed his namesake, before reluctantly passing her off to Papyrus, who sat next to him with his hands held up in eager anticipation. As she slid into his hand, Papyrus lifted her to his face, gently pressing her to his cheek with both hands and nuzzled her.

Laughing, she hugged him back, as tightly as she could. "You to Paps."

After the bone under her arms had turned into a lightish pink, Papyrus gently lowed her back onto the coffee table, that had been rightened sometime after she had been flipped from it.

With all the feels out of the way, she turned her attention to Red, some unsettled business to attend to.

"Now Red, about that back massage."

Red stiffened, but it was Edge whos reaction everyone else was watching. He jumped from his chair, glaring at his brother in fury. "WHAT?! ARE YOU TELL ME THAT NOT ONLY DID YOU IGNORE MY DIRECT INSTRUCTIONS, BUT YOU ALSO LOST!?!"

"Easy Edge, not too many people here can say they've won a bet against me, can they?"

Edge sank back into his chair, muttering curses under his breath.

Grinning, Y/n looked at Red visibly sweating, who was watching her look between him and his brother. When he firmly caught her attention, he mouthed the words "don't you fucking dare." at her.

She thought about it. Thought about it really hard.

On the one hand, she owed Red for the stunt at lunch.

On the other hand, he had agreed to help her with Dad's bike.

With a change of plans and grinning evil, she casually asked, "I think Stretch is looking pretty tense, don't you?"

'Payback for the wretch, Stretch!'

Stretch, however, shrugged and turned away from Red on the couch, leaning forward. "lower back, if you wouldn't mind red."

Grumbling, Red threw her a dirty look before he turned and gingerly rubbed Stretch' back, determinedly keeping as far away from his spin as he could.

Stretch groaned "oh yeah, right there. that's the spot."

Red threw his hands up into the air and away from Stretch "okay! i'm fuckin' done!"

 Y/n fell back laughing so hard she couldn't tell which of the other skeletons were laughing just as hard as her. By the time she had recovered, Red was sulking on his side on the couch and had nearly disappeared into his hoodie, pointedly ignoring Stretch, who was inching his way closer to Red with every second.

Edge sat back, looking smugly at his brother. "SEE WHAT HAPPENED WHEN YOU MAKE STUPID BETS?"

Red muttered darkly, throwing Y/n another dirty look for good measure.

Beaming, Y/n clapped her hands and proclaimed "Okay! Let's get this movie started already!"She grinned at all the skeletons sitting around, noting how they all appeared settled in. "I think we've waited long enough by now, don't you?"

 

Next chapter is called: Getting back to the Basics

Chapter Text

Y/n giggled as she looked down at the front porch, where Papyrus was currently standing, scratching his head. With a shrug, he turned and entered back into the house.

After tightening the elastic waistband around her waist and checking that the other end was securely anchored, Y/n, once again, jumped from the second story window. With a quick grab, she clung to the front door’s doorbell again.

*Ding-Dong*

Keeping back her snickers, Y/n let go of the doorbell and sprung back up, latching back onto the second story's ledge. Once she safely pulled herself up, she looked over and down the ledge in time to see the front door open again.

Papyrus walked out again, but this time he looked side to side.

“HELLO?” he called out, “IS SOMEONE THERE?”

Y/n covered her mouth, trying to keep silent.

Papyrus rubbed his chin, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Bringing a hand to his mouth to amplify his voice, he called out in an exaggerated tone, “WELL, I GUESS THERE’S NO ONE HERE! OH WELL, GUESS I’LL GO BACK AND CONTINUE WITH MY EXERCISES!”

He waited for a reply. When he didn’t get one (that he could see, what with Y/n above him, still struggling not to laugh), he entered the house, closing the door behind him. Just as Y/n was standing and preparing to jump again, however, the curtains by the front window were pushed aside and Papyrus's beady eyes appeared peeking just over the ledge, watching.

Snickering, Y/n took a moment to collect herself, before throwing herself off again.

*Ding-Dong*

“NYEH!” Papyrus cried out in frustration, his eyes boggling in opposite directions.

“PAPYRUS!” Blueberry’s voice called out from within the house, “WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING THE DOOR?!”

“I’M TRYING! BUT THEY KEEP DISAPPEARING!” He tone became noticeable more suspicious. “I SUSPECT SOMEONE’S PLAYING A JAPE OF ME”

“A JAPE YOU SAY?...LET ME GO CHECK SOMETHING.”

With a start, Y/n loosed the elastic around her waist and left behind her bungee system. Running back inside, she climbed up to her house as fast as she could, quickly leaping over the balcony and running upstairs. She had just managed to dive under her blanket when she heard Blueberry arriving on the bedroom landing.

“Y/N? ARE YOU AWAKE?”

She didn’t trust herself not to smile, so instead, she grumbled into her pillow. “Five more minutes.” She complained, pretending to be half asleep.

“I’M SORRY Y/N! I’LL-UM, I’LL JUST LET YOU GO BACK TO SLEEP.”

The sound of his footsteps walking back downstairs told Y/n it was safe to leave.

Quickly making her way out of the house and back to the window ledge and re-tieing herself back into her bungee systems, Y/n listened in as Blueberry reported back to Papyrus.

“IT’S NOT Y/N. SHE’S STILL HAVING HER SLEEP IN.”

“REALLY?” Papyrus sounded disappointed, before he sounded frustrated, “BUT WHO ELSE COULD IT BE?! WHY DOES THE DOORBELL KEEP RINGING?!”

“MAYBE IF WE SET UP A STAKEOUT, WE’LL CATCH THEM IN THE ACT!”

“I DID THAT, BUT THEY STILL GOT PASS MY IMPENETRABLE DEFENSES!”

“WELL, THEY WON’T GET THROUGH MINE!”

Blueberry appeared in the window, his own beady eyes peering out over the top of the window's ledge. Soon, Papyrus appeared next to him, so that two sets of paranoid eye lights watched the front landing.

Biting her fist to keep back the laughter that was moments from breaking loose, Y/n took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths before jumping off again.

*Ding-Dong*

“NYEH!” “MWEH!” The pair cried out in frustration, both of their eyes boggling now.

“HOW ARE THEY GETTING PAST ALL OUR PUZZLES?!”

“WHY CAN’T WE SEE THEM? DID Y/N EVER MENTION GHOSTS?!”

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO IDIOTS DOING?! QUIT PLAYING AROUND WITH THE DOORBELL!!” Edge’s thoroughly irritated voice rang clear through the entire house.

“IT’S NOT US! SOMEONE KEEPS RINGING OUR DOORBELL AND DISAPPEARING!” Blueberry exclaimed.

“WHAT RIDICULOUSNESS IS THIS!?! GET OUT MY WAY!”

The front door slammed open and Edge strolled out, a red bone weapon in his hand.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON, BUT IT STOPS NOW!” He looked around the landing, peering into the nearby bushes. “AND IF I FIND OUT IT’S A CERTAIN PEST-“ Y/n snorted before she could stop herself, “-SHE WILL LIVE TO REGRET TOYING WITH ME!”

His point made, Edge turned on his heel and slammed the door shut behind him.

“THAT ISN’T GOING TO-“

“SHUT UP!”

Edge ripped open the curtains, his arms folded as he scanned the front yard. After a brief pause, Papyrus and Blueberry stood on either side of him, their arms folded too, watching.

‘Oh, this is too perfect!’

Grinning with anticipation, Y/n lept off once again.

*Ding-Dong*

"NYEH!", "MWEH!", "NYAH!"

All three skeleton's eyes boggled, their arms thrown up in exasperation and frustration.

“THAT’S IT! I’M GOING TO KILL HER!”

Startled, Y/n ran for her house as fast as her little legs could carry her. She knew she was racing Edge, Papyrus and Blueberry, if the sound of running was anything to go on.

“EDGE, STOP! Y/N STILL ASLEEP!”

“LIKE HELL SHE IS!”

“SHE IS! I JUST SAW HER!”

“IT HAS TO BE THE PEST! WHO ELSE THINKS PRANKING US LIKE THIS IF FUNNY?!

“IT COULD BE A GHOST?”

“A GHOST WITH NO SOUL WE CAN SENSE?! REALLY?!”

Y/n had just managed to arrange herself under her blankets when she was bathed in red light. Figuring that she really would have woken up by now for real and trying desperately to keep her face relaxed, she yawned and stretched, rubbing her eyes as she turned to her bedroom window with the open curtains.

“Moring Edge” she said grinned sleepily, looking into the red eye light that peered back at her.

The eye light further narrowed in suspicion. “MORNING…PEST.”

She walked over to the window. “What do you think I’ve done now?”

Edge stood back, allowing Y/n to lean out of her window, smiling sweetly at the trio of skeletons that greeted her in their exercise clothes.

Edge huffed, “YOU WOULDN’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT A CERTAIN DOORBELL RINGING WITH NO ONE THERE?”

She placed a hand on her chest, her face wounded. “Me, Edge? Never!”

Edge glare narrowed further as Blueberry strolled forward, his hand out to carry her. “SEE EDGE? I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T HER! Y/N'S BEEN HERE, ENJOYING HER SLEEP IN.”

“Yep.” She grinned, hopping on to Blueberry’s hand.

“THEN WHY DOES SHE APPEAR TO BE IN HER NORMAL CLOTHES, SINCE SHE ‘JUST’ WOKE UP?” Edge asked, glaring at her in distrust as she moved to Blueberry’s shoulder.

Papyrus rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “YOU KNOW, THAT IS A REALLY GOOD QUESTION.”

Three sets of eye lights focused on her, suspiciously.

“Um…I slept in these clothes?”

“REALLY?” Edge drawled in disbelief

"what's all the noise about?"

The four turned to see the last three remain skeletons exiting their bedrooms, rubbing the sleep from their eyes or haphazardly pulling down their shirts over their heads.

"what's going on now?" Red asked, irritable.

"THE PEST WAS PLAYING WITH THE DOORBELL AND WON'T ADMIT IT!"

"Edge, how would I even be able to reach the doorbell?”

"YOU FOUND A WAY!!"

"argh, whatever!" grumbled Red, making his way downstairs, muttering curses under his breath.

Stretch walked over to Y/n and Blueberry, leaning in closer with a wink. "well, that's a ringing endorsement if i ever heard one."

Sans walked over too, grinning "i'd chime in, but i'm afraid it wouldn't bode bell."

"ARGH! IT'S TOO EARLY FOR YOUR TERRIBLE PUNS!" Screeched Papyrus.

"YEAH! WE'RE LEAVING!"

Blueberry turned to walk downstairs, only to be stopped by Edge's restraining hand on his other shoulder. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" He asked, eyeing him.

"I'M GOING DOWNSTAIRS?" Blueberry asked, confused.

"edge." Warned Stretch, his grin gone.

Edge ignored him. "NOT WITH THE PEST YOU DON'T! WE HAVE OUR COOKING LESSON IN THE MORNINGS THIS WEEK, AS WELL AS YOU KNOW!" He removed his hand from Blueberry's shoulder, levelling it out before Y/n. "HAND HER OVER."

"got to hand it to edge, he's more handsy than i ever suspected." Sans snickered, meeting Y/n eye questioningly.

"carefully, we already know our hand puns can really get out of hand." Stretch replied, still eyeing Edge carefully.

Y/n looked at Edge's face tighten in barely restrained anger to Blueberry and Papyrus groaning in frustration. Shrugging, figuring that she was relatively safe with Edge and with no argument she could make against it without raising suspicions, she jumped onto his hand.

Edge raised her to his eye level, glaring at her, before moving her to his shoulder. He turned to the remaining skeletons. "WELL? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HEAD DOWNSTAIRS ALREADY!"

Reluctantly, the rest of the skeletons moved towards the stairs, all of them throwing question glace at Y/n and paranoid looks at Edge.

When he was the last one upstairs, Edge whispered under his breath to her, “I KNOW IT WAS YOU.”

“Edge,” she gasped in shock, “I’m surprised you would accuse me of dishonesty! Besides,” she lowered her voice, grinning, “Where’s your proof?”

Edge stopped on the ground landing, gaping at her in disbelief before his expression returned to a glare.

“WHY MUST YOU PURPOSELY ANTAGONISE ME PEST?”

"I thought that's what worth opponents did?"

Edge chuckled darkly. "AND YOU DO IT SO WELL." He threw a glance over at her, "I WILL NOT FORGET THIS Y/N. I SWEAR, I WILL GET YOU BACK FOR THIS MORNING'S ANNOYANCE."

Y/n laughed "Could you sound any more like a cartoon supervillain?"

Rolling his eyes, he continued to walk towards the kitchen.

As they walked into the kitchen, they could hear the sounds of Papyrus and Blueberry debating in the kitchen.

"-WHY BOTHER WITH INVISIBILITY MECHANISMS WHEN TIME-BASED PUZZLES ARE OBVIOUSLY SUPERIOR?"

"BLUEBERRY, I AGREE WITH YOU ON A GREAT MANY THINGS, BUT YOU'RE FAILING TO RECOGNISE THE INGENIOUS AND INHERENT BRILLIANCE OF PUZZLES THAT REQUIRE AN AMAZING MEMORY!"

Y/n and Edge entered the kitchen to see Blueberry and Papyrus sitting on opposite sides of the small kitchen table.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO FOOLS DOING IN MY KITCHEN?" Edge yelled, glaring at the two with his arms folded.

Blueberry waved a hand towards the direction of the dining room, “OUR BOTHERS ARE STILL MAKING TERRIBLE PUNS ABOUT BELLS!”

Papyrus then gestured towards Blueberry, “THEN BLUEBERRY SPOUTED SOME VERY UNINFORMED OPINIONS ABOUT USING BELLS AS A PUZZLE MECHANISM AND-“

“EXCUSE ME!?” Blueberry stood up. “YOU CAN NOT JUST WRITE OF CLASSICS LIKE THAT AND EXPECT SOPHISTICATED MONSTERS (LIKE MYSELF) TO STAND IDLY BY!”

While Papyrus gave egotistical retort about his own intelligence, Edge scoffed and moved towards the fridge, fetching the eggs and bacon. Y/n, meanwhile, listened in to the two’s debate, rather surprised to see these two disagreeing about anything. Papyrus and Blueberry normally got along quite well.

‘I guess even people who get along really well can find something they disagree on.’

“ARE YOU GOING TO PARTICIPATE IN TODAY’S COOKING LESSON OR NOT?” Edge asked, irritable.

Y/n spun around, facing the direction of the stove. “Sorry Edge.”

In truth, Edge had improved considerably since his first-morning cooking (although, anything was better than black eggs and bacon.) However, despite his improvements, he was still nowhere near the level she could trust him to cook without, yet again, burning the meal. If Papyrus was too excited when cooking, flinging food on the walls and Blueberry had little patience to actually let food cook, then Edge either didn’t have an eye for food cooking colours or else got easily distracted that what food was cooking usually ended up burnt.

For example; even though he was pointedly ignoring Papyrus and Blueberry debating behind him, he was clearing listening in, scoffing or nodding as each new point was made.

Eventually, Y/n asked "Not going to weigh in here Edge?" gesturing to the two behind her.

He scoffed and continued to flip the eggs and bacon. "WHY WOULD I BOTHER FORMING AN OPINION ABOUT WHICH OF THE BABY BONES PRODUCES THE BEST PUZZLES, WHEN TRAPS ARE OBVIOUSLY THE SUPERIOR CHOICE FOR SUPERIOR MONSTERS? AND NO ONE PRODUCES BETTER TRAPS THAN THE TERRIBLE EDGE," He glared at her, "EVEN IF I AM FORCED TO ADHERE TO UNREASONABLE RESTRICTIONS!"

Y/n shrugged. "Anyone can excel when there are no restrictions, but I personally think only the brilliant can excel within them."

Edge gapped at her, his mouth hanging as he stared at her in disbelief.

"Edge, the bacon's burning." She pointed out.

Cursing, he quickly flipped the bacon, steadfast refusing to look at her as a vivid blush took over his cheeks.

*Ding-Dong*

All three skeletons looked to her.

Y/n folded her arms. “You can’t blame me now! I’m right here!”

*Ding-Dong*

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE BELL BY THE FRONT GATE.” Papyrus looked out the front window. “IT A HUMAN WEARING SHORT SHORTS.” He turned to face the rest of the room, “I THINK IT’S ONE OF THE HUMANS THAT GIVE YOU THINGS. PRESENTMEN.”

“Postmen.” Y/n corrected. “They give you letters people send you or packages you’ve ordered.”

Blueberry’s eyes lit up as he piped up, “I’LL GO GREET THIS HUMAN, BUT I'LL NEED HELP!”

Before anyone could stop or argue with him, Blueberry had jumped up and whisked Y/n from Edge's shoulder, running with her from the kitchen and out of the house.

"HEY!" bellowed Edge after them.

"Blue!" Y/n yelled, muffed by his glove.

Blueberry stopped in the front yard and looked down at her in his hands. "OPPS! SORRY Y/N!" He quickly raised her to his shoulder.

Y/n climbed onto his shoulder, quite upset "How many time must I say stop grabbing me and-why are you dancing?"

Y/n train thought was completely thrown off track as she clung to Blueberry's shoulder as he ducked and dived around the yard, slowly inching his way towards the front gate.

“I’M *HUFF* TRYING NOT TO *PANT* ACTIVATE ANY OF THE PUZZLES OR TRAPS!”

“What puzzles and traps?” Y/n asked, looking around the empty front yard. “I mean, I saw you guys set them up, but I figured you had taken then down or moved more into the surrounding woods.”

“YOU CAN’T SEE THEM?” Blueberry asked, looking over at her while balancing on one leg.

“No?” she answered, double checking the area again.

“SUCCESS! IT SEEMS THE OTHER TWO ARE CAPABLE OF PRODUCING QUALITY PUZZLES AND TRAPS THAT CAN BLEND SEAMLESSLY INTO THE LANDSCAPE AFTER ALL! PERHAPS THERE’S HOPE FOR THEM YET!”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n pointed to the footpath she had been sure to make the skeletons keep free of puzzles and traps. “Why not just follow the path?”

Blueberry stopped. He looked over at her, almost pityingly, “BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE CHEATING Y/N.”

“Isn’t avoiding activating the puzzles and traps already cheating?”

“IT’S NOT CHEATING! IT’S EXPLOITING THE FOREKNOWLEDGE I HAVE ABOUT WHICH PUZZLES AND TRAPS ARE SET UP AND WHERE TO MY ADVANTAGE!”

“But-“

“HELLO POSTMAN HUMAN!”

The Postman jumped as Blueberry pressed himself to the bared fence, just off to the side of the front gate. “H-Hi” he stuttered, entirely unprepared to be greeted from any direction that wasn’t the gate.

Grinning, Blueberry scaled the fence, with Y/n clinging to his bandana as the centre of gravity changed quickly with his moment. By the time they were back on the ground, the postman had backed up several steps, his electronic tablet held up to his face.

“Did I- did I ring the bell wrong?” He asked, gesturing towards the sign looming over another doorbell.

Y/n quickly looked to the sign, making sure it was still there.

The big, eye-catching sign had been a relucent addition on the part of the puzzle and trap setters, but after Y/n had insisted and their brothers had encouraged them to agree, Papyrus and Blueberry had made sure to make it as eye-catching as possible. Neo-colours, glitter and be-jewelled, this sign was the same size of an A1 sheet and even had its own, sun-powered lights.

She had to give them credit; no one could make something more eye-catching than Papyrus and Blueberry.

“No, you’re fine.” Y/n turned to the postman, smiling gently. “My friend here just gets overeager sometimes.”

Blueberry puffed out his chest proudly. “THAT’S RIGHT! I’M Y/N BEST FRIEND!”

She laughed. “You’re certainly my most magnificent friend.”

While Blueberry gasped at Y/n, his fist held up to his face while his eyes wrapped into stars, the postman was leaning in for a closer look at Y/n. “Oh! You’re one of those smart, small human-like pet things I see monsters keeping sometimes!”

“SHE IS NOT A PET!”

The postman flinched, and he wasn’t the only one. Y/n had never heard that tone of voice ever coming from Blueberry, never saw him without his expressive eye lights that left his sockets a black void, vacant of any of the warmth she had grown accustomed to seeing.

The effect was quite chilling.

In a flash, Blueberry was back to his old self, his expression irritated but at least expressive. “SO, WHAT DO YOU HAVE FOR US TODAY POSTMAN HUMAN?”

Quickly, the postman held out a letter and a parcel as far as his arm would stretch. Unperturbed, Blueberry gleefully grabbed them, his face hopefull as he read the names but sagging when he didn’t see his.

“I-I just n-need a sig-signature.”

Blueberry looked up to see the postman holding out his tablet with shaking hands. Sighing, Blueberry grabbed the tablet and quickly signed, after Y/n explained what he needed to do. When the postman held a hand out to take the tablet back, Blueberry pulled it back.

“LOOK, I’M SORRY THAT I SCARED YOU POSTMAN HUMAN, BUT YOU REALLY SHOULDN’T SAY SUCH HURTFUL THINGS ABOUT BITTIES.” He wagged a finger at him, “BITTIES ARE NOT MONSTER’S PETS, THEY ARE OUR WARDS AND Y/N IS AN ADULT, NOT A CHILD, SO SHE’S NOT EVEN OUR WARD.” He stood tall “SHE’S OUR LANDLADY.”

Blueberry handed back the tablet to the staring postman, “REMEMBER THAT THE NEXT TIME YOU SEE ONE!”

Before the postman had a chance to reply, Blueberry had torn open the front gate and was running back towards the house via the main path, leaving the gate to swing shut behind him and Y/n to question a few things she thought she knew about Blueberry.

Blueberry rushed through the front door, entering the dining room as Papyrus and Edge placed the final plate of eggs and bacon on the table. “MAIL!” He called happily, looking down at the letter and parcel he carried. “I HAVE A LETTER FOR SANS.”

“ah, thanks blue.” Sans grinned, taking the offered letter from Blueberry. He looked up at Y/n, “this’ll be the internet access for the bank account i set up for you y/n. after breakfast, wanna see me and we’ll get this sorted?”

Y/n beamed. “You bet! Thanks Sans.” He blushed, tucking the letter into his jacket while Stretch chuckled, for some reason.

“AND WE HAVE A PARCEL FOR RED!”

Red stopped leaning back in his chair and sat up a little straighter. Reaching for it, he took the parcel from Blueberry and read over the return address.

“ah! good timing!” Red looked up to see everyone watching him curiously.

“whatchya get red?” asked Stretch, leaning in for a closer look.

Red grinned. “a large order of ‘nanya business’.” He turned to Sans, tucking the parcel into a jacket’s pocket. “i’m gonna work in the lab all day today so that i can get tonight off and tomorrow morning. deal?”

“sure.” Sans answered slowly, eyeing him.

Nodding in satisfaction, Red moved to serve himself breakfast, blatantly ignoring all the strange looks he was receiving around the table.

Not the only one confused, Y/n jumped off Blueberry’s shoulder and made her way over to her spot in between Papyrus and Blueberry, sitting at her table before her saucer plate that already had a serving of egg and bacon on it. Everything was on the burnt side of things, making her further regret that she hadn’t remained with Edge to monitor his cooking.

Sighing, Y/n picked up her utensils and began to cut her bacon into manageable sizes.

Or rather, she tried.

“Edge, how often did you flip these?” She asked, looking over at him.

Edge rolled his eyes. “THE PERFECT NUMBER OF TIMES. QUIT CRITICISING!”

“I have to be critical because, unlike some, I don’t have shark-like teeth to cut through the tough texture that you’ve cooked this bacon too!”

Edge and Red stared at her, before both grinned and snapped their teeth at her.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n abandoned her bacon and instead moved her attention to her egg.

“Papyrus? Can you help me pour that sauce onto my plate?” she asked, pointing to her desired condiment bottle.

“SURE!” Papyrus picked up the bottle and began to slowly tip the sauce onto her plate. “SAY WHEN.”

“When.” She said, smiling.

Today wasn’t the first day they had eggs and bacon, and it wasn’t the first day she had asked for help with pouring it either.

‘But it is the first day that I’ve pranked the favourite condiment bottles of the three condiment drinkers!’ She thought, looking up at them. Sans, Stretch and Red had each of their personal, favourite condiments in front of them. Trying to keep her face neutral, she watched as, at different times, each raised and drank from the tampered bottle, with baited breath.

Nothing happened.

No spluttering, no cursing.

No reaction.

Disappointed, Y/n shrugged and dug into her own egg, dipping the pieces into the sauce on her plate.

Instantly, she knew something was wrong! Not only was the sauce a combination of ketchup, honey and mustard, she could tell each had been laced with flour….not unlike what she had done to the rigid bottles!

Spitting out her mouthful, Y/n reached desperately for her drink, skulling the content in one go. By the time she recovered enough, she looked up to see three celebrating skeletons hi-fiving each other as their brothers watched on in confusion and annoyance.

“What did you do to my sauce!?” she exclaimed.

Sans smile grew. “nothing that you hadn’t already done to ours kid.”

“How did you know?” she demanded, still trying to clean her tongue.

Red grinned smugly at her. “babydoll, it was fairly obvious you were going to prank our condiments eventually.”

“as soon as our brothers complained about a mysterious doorbell ringer,” Stretch smiled, leaning back in his chair, “we knew a certain prankster was up to her no good tricks again.”

“you could say kid,” Sans looked over at her over his entwined fingers, “we’ve sort of been expecting you.”

Y/n laughed. “Okay, okay! I know when I am beaten.” She bowed to each of the three skeletons. “Well played sirs.” They beamed, quite pleased with themselves.

A thought occurred to her. “Wait, then what were you guys drinking from? I thought I got the only bottles you drink from.”

As one, Sans, Stretch, and Red pulled a bottle from within their jackets and hoodies with a smile.

“always a good idea to keep a spare handy.”

“PLEASE!” Blueberry huffed in irritation, “YOU’VE ALWAYS KEPT A BOTTLE IN YOUR HOODIE, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TRY TO STOP YOU!”

“You keep condiment bottle on your person?” Y/n asked in disbelief.

“YES! OUR BROTHERS ARE GROSS AND KEEP A BOTTLE OF THEIR DISGUSTING OBSESSION IN THEIR FILTHY JACKETS!” Edge screeched, looking heatedly at Red, who shrank into his jacket. “IN FACT, I THINK IT’S TIME FOR LAUNDRY!”

“I AGREE.” Nodded Papyrus, looking over Sans with a critical eye. “TODAY JUST BECAME WASHING DAY!”

Blueberry eagerly nodded his agreement.

“aww.” complained Sans and Stretch while Red muttered darkly under his breath.

“Laundry?” An idea occurred to her.

Once breakfast was over (Y/n left the sauce well alone), Y/n excused herself from the table and made her way back to the attic. Jumping into an old box that marked her nan’s clothes, Y/n found the perfect item for pranking, stuffing it into her backpack. As she made her way back to the vent, she spied a bottle of flowery essential oil. Grinning, she brought it along for good measure.

By the time she made into the basement, she saw that a load of washing was already in the washing machine, with a second basket filled with dirty clothes ready to go. Perring into this basket, she noted that it looked exclusively like Red’s and Edge’s things. Looking through the washing machine’s window, she could clearly see Sans’s jacket and Stretch's hoodie. Grinning, she opened the washing machine and quickly emptied her bag’s latest addition into the machine before closing it. Next, she turned her attention the Edgy duo’s basket, fished out what was probably Red’s sock before dumping all the essential oil on it. Giggling, imagining that Red and Edge’s reaction to finding out their clothes now smelled like a basket of flowers, Y/n hid the sock in one of Red’s jacket’s pockets.

Her pranking tasks completed, she left the basement and went looking for Sans.

~*~

“what’s the joke kid?” Sans asked, turning around at his computer to face her in the air vent.

‘He looks smaller without his jacket’

Y/n jumped down, landing on Sans’s bedroom floor. She looked up at him, making her way over to him and his desk. “What, me?” She shrugged, “You know, pulling pranks, making skeletons blush. Just the usual business.”

Sans chuckled and lowered his hand, allowing her to climb on as he lifted her to his desk. “as long as i’m not that skeleton, who am i to stop the bitty mastermind?”

“Thanks Sans. Knew you would support me in my evil endeavours.”

Y/n turned her attention to the computer screen, noting that Sans had entered most of the details in on the bank’s website. “Ms Skeleton?” She asked, looking away from her account’s name and to him in surprise.

Sans shrugged. “do you remember a few days ago when you kept asking why stretch was wearing lipstick and false eyelashes?”

“Yes.” Y/n replied slowly, “And you and him avoid my questions by bombarding me with puns about make-up and ‘getting in touch with your feminine sides’?”

Sans laughed, gesturing back at the screen. “the bank wanted photo evidence for opening a new account.”

“They accepted a photo?”

“nah, they wanted to take a photo of ms skeleton, so…”

“Are you telling me,” Y/n started, realisation dawning on her, “that Stretch went to a bank in drag and he is now my official face with regards to any physical interaction with this bank?”

Sans rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly “hope that’s okay. monsters have pretty light regulation because we’re so physically different. and with our-“

Y/n busted out laughing, collapsing to the table top in a fit of giggles. The mental image of some poor bank teller staring agape at Stretch winking through make-up was the funniest mental image she could have possibly thought of. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if it had been either Red or Edge, scowling the entire time.

Eventually, she calmed down enough to notice that Sans had been laughing with her, his head resting on a hand as he watched her gasping for air. Pushing aside her remaining mirth, she instead looked to the computer, hope in her eyes. “Oh please tell me there’s a photo!”

Sans shook his head. “sorry kid. that photo remains securely in the bank’s security system and the memories of a select privileged few.”

She looked at him. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but what was he wearing.”

Sans laughed, “kid, i don’t know what you think about us, but i assure you we don’t have boxes of women’s clothing laying around. “ He shrugged, “a different coloured hoodie and jeans, if i recall. hopefully that means, if you ever need to go in for whatever reason, you can hide behind stretch’s head in a hoodie and tell him what to say.”

Y/n stared at him, at a loss for words.

“what?” Sans asked, growing uncomfortable under her gaze.

She shook her head in amazement, “You guys are just….thank you Sans.” She grinned at him, “Why didn’t you go as Ms Skelton?”

Sans laughed, “i tried, but i left quite an impression as my regular self that i never got a chance.”

“What did you do?” She whispered in amused horror.

“apparently humans form a very vivid memory of you if you’re a walking, punning skeleton who greets people with a whoopie cushion gag.”

Sans pushed himself up from the computer and walked over to his bed, picking up a book off his nightstand before laying on the bed. He briefly looked over at her as he turned to his marked page. “i’ll just be here if anything crops up. feel free to change the passwords and make sure all the details are correct. all the money we’ve paid you for rent should be in there.” He looked up from his book. “i’ve also ordered in custom computer parts that i’m hoping to use to build a bitty sized keyboard and mouse, but it’s taking time to get here. so until that happens, feel free to come see me anytime and i’ll lend you the use of mine whenever you need it.”

Y/n watched him for a few minutes, before shaking her head and turning back to the computer.

“Thank you Sans.” She whispered, quietly to herself.

Sans smiled behind her.

~*~

After she had finished entering her password and checking the details, Y/n sat on Sans’s shoulder as he made his way down to the basement to check on the washing and Red's progress in the lab. When they arrived, they saw Stretch (minus his orange hoodie) pulling out all of the wet clothes into a basket, before loading and stating the Edgy’s duo’s washing.

Standing up, with the basket in hand, Stretch grinned and bowed his head slightly to Sans. “sans”.

He turned and bowed his head to her. “ms skeleton.”

Y/n laughed, pushing herself up from Sans’s shoulder. “If I knew you liked wearing make-up Stretch, I would have offered to do your nails for you. Really make it a female bonding experience.”

“you’re forgetting that i’ve already experienced your ‘make-up’ skills first hand.” He waved his hand in mid-air. “meh at best.”

“guess i’ll leave you to bound over the make-up tips.” Sans sighed, lifting his hand to Y/n, allowing her to jump on, before moving her to Stretch’s shoulder.

Stretch clicked his tongue. “what, too good for laundry mr man?”

Y/n sat on his shoulder with her arms folded, looking down at Sans. “Men.” she agreed, smiling cheekily.

Sans raised his hands up in defence. “nice try stretch, but it’s your turn for laundry duty.” Before anyone could stop him, he had walked over to the lab’s door and opened it. “if anyone need me, i’ll be in the lab.”

“actually-“ started Stretch.

The lab door closed behind Sans, leaving Y/n and Stretch to stare after a skeleton miming deafness behind a sound-proof door.

Chuckling, Stretch walked up the basement stairs with the laundry and Y/n, and headed outside.

As they walked outside, Y/n could see what looked like Papyrus working in the garden, complete with overalls, gardening gloves and a big straw hat.

“washing’s done paps.” called Stretch, walking over to the clothesline.

Papyrus looked up and waved eagerly. “I’M ALMOST DONE! LET ME JUST GO WASH UP AND I’LL COME AND HELP!”

“Wash up?” Y/n asked, turning to Stretch with a questioning look.

“paps doesn’t like messes and he hates seeing clean things get dirty for no good reason.”

“Really? Because I’ve seen him in the kitchen and I would hardly call that ‘clean’.”

Stretch chuckled, “that’s just our bro’s organised chaos.” He looked at her. “haven’t you noticed how quick they are to clean up after themselves?”

Now that she thought about it… yea. Papyrus (Blueberry and Edge as well, now that she was really thinking about it) never left a mess for long.

She mulled over this latest development.

“careful blue!”

Y/n was brought out of her mulling to look in surprise at Stretch, who had called out to Blueberry, to Blueberry himself, who was standing opposite of Edge in the duelling area facing him.

Blueberry rolled his eyes and glared at Stretch. “I AM NOT A CHILD, BROTHER! I CAN HANDILY MYSELF!” He posed as Y/n felt Stretch stiffened under her, “I AM THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY AFTER ALL!”

“THE ONLY MAGNIFICENT THING ABOUT YOU WILL BE YOUR DEFEAT!” Edge crowed, striking his own pose.

“if you hurt him edge.” Stretch threatened, staring down an unimpressed Edge.

“EDGE WOULD NEVER HURT HIM STRETCH!” Y/n turned to see Papyrus running over, back in his casual clothes. “HE HAS EXCELLENT CONTROL (NOT AS PERFECT AS MINE, BUT STILL IMPRESSIVE)!”

Edge threw his head back and laughed. “BUT OF COURSE, I AM PERFECT AT EVERYTHING I DO!” He pointed a finger down at Blueberry “PREPARE TO LOSE, BABY-BONES! FIRST ONE OUT OF THE CIRCLE LOSES!!”

“BRING IT EDGE LORD!”

Papyrus shrugged, turning his back on the duel at it started to hang up clothes. “BLUEBERRY AND I ARE VERY GRATEFUL TOWARDS EDGE ACTUALLY.”

“Why?” Y/n asked, watching the two skeletons summoning and dodging bones with lightning speed and reflexes.

“HE’S THE ONLY ONE THAT WILL PROPERLY FIGHT ME OR BLUE. ALL OUR BROTHERS DO IS PUN THEIR WAY OUT OF MATCHES, OR JUST DODGING EVERYTHING!” He turned to her, “DO YOU KNOW HOW FRUSTRATING THAT IS?! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSE TO KEEP OUR IMPRESSIVE SKILLS SHARP IF WE DO NOT PRACTICE?!”

She looked away from Papyrus and back to the match, occasionally watching Stretch, who was keeping a very close eye on the match as he slowly hung up the clothes. On the one hand, there was no denying that both Sans and Stretch could be guilty at ‘babying’ their brothers, but looking at how narrowly Blueberry was dodging the sharpened bones Edge seemed to be hurling with little regard for safety, she could see their point.

“WHAT’S THIS?”

Y/n and Stretch turned to Papyrus, who was holding up nan's bra with two hands, looking at it in utter confusion. Y/n turned her head away, trying to desperately keep back her laughter.

“it’s a bra paps.” Stretch answered, with a cheeky smile.

“A BRA? WHAT DOES IT DO?” He looked around, realising something. “WAIT, WHO’S IS IT?”

“I *Snicker* don’t know.” Y/n chortled, “It’s too big to be mine.”

“and blue, sans and red are too wide for it to fit them.” Stretch added, leaning back and watching Papyrus solve the great mystery.

“AND IT ISN’T MINE OR YOUR'S STRETCH?” He looked up to see Stretch shaking his head. Papyrus eyed the bra quizzically while rubbing his chin.  Before anyone could say anything or stop him, he was off and running towards the two duellers. “I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU TWO!”

Stretch chortled, bringing out his phone to take a photo of Papyrus holding up the bra with Blueberry leaning in for a closer look and Edge turning away, his face a vivid red.

“What’s with the photo?” Y/n asked, looking at the screen as Stretch examined his latest photo.

“before shot.”

“Of what?”

“just wait.” He turned to look at her, still sitting on his shoulder. “hey y/n, can i have a selfie with you? i’ll send along this and all the footage i got from of sneak and her brave knights?”

“I forgot you were recording that.” She grinned “Deal.”

Stretch held the phone high with an arm as Y/n presser her head against his temple, playfully sticking out her tongue.

*click*

Stretch looked down at his phone, smiling. “perfect.” He tapped a few things on his phone. “and i’ve just sent everything i had over to you.”

“GET THAT BRA AWAY FROM ME!!”

Y/n and Stretch looked away from the phone screen to see Edge flailing his arms and body away from Papyrus, who had appeared to be in the middle of holding up the bra to his back.

“BUT IT HAS TO BE YOUR'S EDGE! IT WON’T FIT HALF OF US AND STRETCH ALREADY TOLD ME IT ISN’T HIS SO-“

“THAT DOESN’T AUTOMATICALLY MAKE IT MINE!!” Edge shrieked.

Stretch chuckled, holding up his phone again. “and here’s the after shot.”

Edge tore the bra from Papyrus’s hand, before tossing it up into the air. As the bra flew through the air, a giant, dog-like skull creature materialised next to Edge. Before Y/n could do or say much of anything, the creature had opened its maw and a beam of pure energy poured out of its mouth, disintegrating the bra to ashes.

“What the hell was that?!” Y/n screamed, throwing herself off Stretch’s shoulder and running towards the duelling area.

Blueberry brightened, lowering himself to the ground. “OH, HI Y/N! DID YOU SEE MY-“

“All I saw was a creature of hell materialise from thin air and fire its beam of death! What even was that?!”

“THAT WAS ONE OF EDGE’S BLASTERS! YOU SHOULD SEE MINE Y/N!”

“Why was it so big?! Do they all shoot lasers?!”

“YEAH! PRETTY COOL, RIGHT! WE CAN MAKE THEM AS BIG OR AS SMALL AS WE WANT (ALTHOUGH MAKING THEM MUCH BIGGER THAN THAT IS REALLY DRAINING)!”

“Pretty cool!?! It just vaporised a bra into nothing!!” She folded her arms. “As your landlady, I’m creating an ‘absolutely no death blasters’ rule!”

“I DIDN’T EVEN-!”, “WHAT! NO FAIR! I-!“, “I WILL NOT ABIDE-!”

“I don’t want to hear it!” Y/n yelled over top of them. “It’s looked really dangerous! What if something went wrong!?”

“BUT Y/N-!”

“No buts!”

“WHAT IF WE PROMISE TO NOT USE THE LASER?”

While she argued back and forwards with the trio, she failed to notice the Stretch had taken another photo of her lecturing and point up at three skeletons, hiding his smile behind his phone.

~*~

After the truce had been struck where she managed to get them to agree to no lasers and never bigger than their head size, Blueberry took Y/n and himself back to the kitchen to start making tacos for lunch. Half-way through the week and already every day was a new battle to keep Blueberry from sneaking in glitter and from ending the cooking process before the meat had a chance to properly cook.

Of course, just like it had done this morning, life had plans to keep her from working with the cooks to mitigate as much of damage as possible and to help negate some of the less desirable effects.

Although she had to be honest with herself, she did bring this one on herself.

“PEST!”

Y/n turned away from Blueberry with glitter on his hands and a guilty expression on his face to see Edge standing in the kitchen’s archway, livid.

He waved around one of his damp shirts. “WHY DOES MY SHIRT SMELL LIKE A FLOWER ORGY!?”

Snickering, Y/n leapt from Blueberry’s shoulder and ran towards the kitchen’s vent.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!”

Red bones sprang up and Y/n experience weird deja vu as she turned and ran towards Edge instead. Edge, unprepared to have her running towards him, lept back, giving Y/n the space she needed to run past him and deeper into the house.

“GET BACK HERE!” he yelled, hurrying after her and her cackles.

~*~

Hours later and Y/n had managed to find a hiding spot that Edge hadn’t been able to snuff her out; in Sans’s jacket pocket, still hanging outside, on the clothes' line.

It had been exhilarating experience dodging Edge as he hunted her, with many near discovers and outright bolting to the next spot. He had an uncanny ability to always be in the area she was currently hiding. Case in point, when he had finally gone outside to hang out his and Red’s clothes (muttering vows of vengeance against her), Y/n had once again been clinging to his boots, trapped by what should have been a tempory hiding spot. When he had been distracted, Y/n had run to the clothesline pole, trying to make herself as thin as possible.

It had been a nerve racking experience as she was more than well aware that, if Edge discovered her, she literally had nowhere else to hide. Not with the grass cut short and the nearest thing to her a five minute run in an open area. She had stood there, listening as Edge hung up his clothes and moving around the pole’s base, trying to keep out of his line of sight. When he was finally done, however, he had stood back in silence for what felt like an eternity. It ended when he quietly chuckled to himself and retreated back to the house.

Y/n, refusing to be lured by a false sense of security, had scaled the clothes pole and jumped into the nearest thing to hide in.

Now, minutes later, she was listening to what sounded like Blueberry hurrying outside. He moved very quickly, humming to himself as he pulled and folded clothes before placing them in what she guessed to be the same basket that the skeletons had been using all day. All too soon, Sans’s jacket was grabbed and folded around her in no time. She listened as Blueberry quickly finished gathering the other clothes, before the basket was picked up and he made his way back to the house, still humming.

Grinning, Y/n wiggled her way out of Sans’s pocket and made her way towards the top of the clothes pile.

“Hiya Blue!” she yelled, her head just popping out.

Blueberry shrieked, and threw the basket and all the clean clothes into the air. Y/n herself, had been thrown up into the air, landing amidst the largest pile of clothes with the basket narrowly missing her. She looked up to see Blueberry leaning on the porch pole, a hand on his chest.

“Y/N!” he gasped. Then he puffed out his cheeks “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SCARING ME LIKE THAT!”

She giggled, looking up at him. “Hee, it’s cute when you puff out your cheeks like that.”

He stamped his foot in frustration. “I AM NOT CUTE!”

She kept giggling that she almost missed Blueberry muttering to himself “EVERYONE TREATS ME LIKE A CHILD.”

She stopped, looking up to see Blueberry tightly clenching his fits and looking away.

“I-I’m sorry Blue. I don’t mean to-“

He sighed. “I’VE GOTTEN USED TO IT.” His eyes flared blue and Y/n, and all the clothes and basket were lifted into the air. While Y/n floated towards the patio table and gently placed on its surface, the clothes were once again folded and placed into the basket, which then floated into Blueberry’s arms.

He turned and smiled sadly down at her. “I MEAN, EVERYONE ASSUMES THAT STRETCH IS THE OLDER BROTHER. I BET YOU DID TOO Y/N.”

She looked away guilty, “I-I mean, I didn’t know you back then and-“

“IT’S OKAY Y/N.” Blueberry squatted next to her, lowering himself to her eye level, “ONE DAY, I’LL MAKE YOU SEE ME AS A MAN.”  He winked at her, grinning when he saw her blush, and walked back into the house, chuckling “UNTIL THEN, I'LL SETTLE FOR GETTING YOU BACK FOR SCARING ME! MWEH HEH HEH!” as he left.

Still blushing, Y/n took a moment to collect her thoughts before she jumped off the table and walked inside herself.

Looking at the clock on the wall, she knew she should probably make her way to the kitchen for Papyrus’s cooking lesson/dinner. She made her way over into the vent, thinking over what Blueberry had just shared. She did feel just a bit guilty; it was easy to misinterpret his raw energy as immatureness and she was starting to feel bad that she hadn’t exactly reassured him otherwise.

*TWANG* Y/n felt something snap around her ankle and host her into the air.

“AH HA!”

Twirling in mid-air, she watched as Edge sprang from his hiding place behind the couch and came walking over towards her, smug as he could be. As blood rushed to her head and she viewed Edge’s smug grin as a frown from this angle, she was just grateful that her shirt hadn’t fallen past her head yet.

“Let me down Edge!” She scowled, crossing her arms.

Edge crouched next to her, infinitely pleased with the situation. “I THINK NOT, PEST.” He purred.

He poked her side, making her twirl in the other direction. Waving her hands, Y/n vainly attempted to keep Edge away from her. “Stop it Edge and let me go before I start screaming for help!”

“WOULD YOU REALLY DO THAT?" Edge asked, with a curious tone in his voice.

“I would if I thought you were going to hurt me!”

“DO YOU THINK I’M GOING TO HURT YOU?”

She stared at him, her arms still folded as her body continued to twill in mid-air.

After a moment she sighed and let her arms drop. “What do you want Edge?”

“AH, THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR.” he chuckled, watching her twirl. “WELL, FOR STARTERS, YOU CAN ADMIT THAT IT WAS YOU THIS MORNING THAT WAS RINGING THE DOORBELL.”

“For starts.” she scoffed. “Like this is a list with an end.”

“AND THEN, “Edge continued, like he hadn’t heard her, “YOU CAN APOLOGISE FOR SOILING MY CLOTHES BEFORE ADMITTING  THAT YOU FELL FOR AN INGENIOUS TRAP MADE BY THE SUPERIOR AND FLAWLESS EDGE.”

“Forget it!” Y/n began to swing, trying to losing whatever was keeping her in place. When she felt no give, she gave up and retched for her pin instead before swinging up and grabbing the tripwire with one hand. The pin was not designed for cutting and no amount of wistful cutting attempts was changing that.

Giving up, Y/n reattached her pin to her side, before letting her arms fall above her head again with a groan of frustration.

After a long moment, she finally looked to Edge, who remained crouched over her, highly amused.

“If I say those three things, you’ll let me go? No tricks?”

“NO TRICKS.” He grinned.

Sighing, Y/n spoke in a flat tone, “I admit it was me this morning ringing the doorbell, and I’m sorry for making your clothes smell like flowers and I admit that I’ve been captured by this ingenious trap made by the superior and flawless Edge.”

“AH HA! I KNEW IT!” He moved above her, tugging and pulling on the line before gently lowering her to the floor. “SEE, THAT WASN’T SO HARD, WAS IT? I SWEAR, SOMETIMES YOU CAN BE SO STUBBORN.”

“You hypocrite-!“

“CAREFUL, OR I’LL SHARE THIS RECORDING WITH EVERYONE.”

“What recording?”

Smirking, Edge pulled out his phone out from behind his pocket, grinning further as he watched her face fall in dread.

Looking up at him, dismayed, she asked. “You’re blackmailing me?!”

“CONSIDER THIS THE ‘PROOF’ YOU THOUGHT I LACKED.” He grinned.

She gaped at him in disbelief, before narrowing her eyes at him “I’ll get my revenge Edge, just you wait.” She vowed, backing into the vent.

He laughed, “I WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY, MY WORTHY OPPONENT.”

~*~

“Y/N!” Papyrus called, happy to see her. “WE MISSED YOU AND EDGE AT LUNCH!”

She grimaced, making her way over towards him out of the vent, thoughts of her latest interaction with Edge still fresh in her mind. “We were in the middle of a little competition that sort of ran for too long.“ She moved onto his hand, climbing off and onto his shoulder when he raised her to it. “So, what did you get up to today?”

“WELL, BLUEBERRY AND I SPENT THE AFTERNOON CALIBRATING OUR PUZZLES, EVEN IF HE FOOLISHLY INSISTS THAT HIS PUZZLES CAN EVER COMPETE WITH MINE!” Papyrus boasted, proudly, already starting with the tomato sauce that would go with the gnocchi dish they had been making multiple times all week. Out of the three cooks, Papyrus had been the only one eager to try a recipe that she didn’t know, pulling an old cookbook from the study room with a few recipes already highlighted. She had agreed, if only she could choose the recipe.

Although simple, the recipe was actually pretty good and everyday Papyrus improved.

‘Now if only I could teach him how to keep the ingredients in the pot.’ she thought, whipping of a splash of tomato from her cheek.

“HERE Y/N!”

Shaken out of her thoughts, Y/n noticed that Papyrus held up a sliver of cheese towards her. Taking it, she asked, confused. “What’s this for?”

Papyrus returned to his dish, flinging more sauce around the stove top, “SINCE THE DUMPLINGS TAKE TIME AND YOU DIDN’T HAVE LUNCH, I BELIEVE THIS CHEESE SHOULD HELP KEEP YOUR ENERGY UP UNTIL YOU HAVE A PROPER DINNER TONIGHT!” He looked over at her, “IT’S IMPORTANT TO YOUR HEALTH TO HAVE REGULAR MEALS AND YOU’RE IMPORTANT TO ME!”

Blushing, Y/n toyed with the cheese. “That’s really nice of you to say Paps.”

Papyrus grinned, “IT’S THE TRUTH Y/N AND THAT’S WHY YOU SHOULD HURRY UP AND EAT! WE’VE GOT A LOT TO DO ONCE I’M FINISHED WITH THIS SAUCE!” He looked over to the open cookbook (covered in old and new tomato sauce splatter), “I WASN’T ENTIRELY HAPPY WITH LAST NIGHT’S DUMPLINGS AND I WANT TO TRY THAT CAKE RECIPE THAT USES APPLES!”

“If we have time.” she reminded him.

He glanced over at her, “OF COURSE WE’LL HAVE TIME!” He raised his fists “NOTHING WILL SLOW THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"

~*~

And nothing did.

Not even when he managed to break the handle off the masher or when he needed to add more tomatoes to make up for the fact that half the walls were covered in tomato splatters.

Y/n had needed to go change before dinner, and Papyrus had needed to fetch a  bucket and mop, but dinner was cooked in a reasonable time (much to Papyrus’s satisfaction and boasting). He was still beaming when he served dinner to the whole family, who had questioned how tomato had managed to get into Y/n hair and Papyrus’s neck.

After dinner, however, Papyrus turned to her, eager and all smiles “Y/N, SINCE WE’VE FINISHED DINNER EARLY AGAIN, DOESN’T THAT MEAN-“

“sorry paps,“ Red grinned, interrupting Papyrus, “but y/n and i will be workin' in the workshop all night tonight.”

Everyone stared at Red as he pushed himself up and moved around to Y/n’s side of the table. He hovered behind her, grinning down at her. “isn’t that right baby doll?”

“You wanna start the chopper tonight?” she asked, guess that was what he was hinting at.

“what chopper?” Sans asked, eyeing Red suspiciously.

“the chopper her dad was working on. y/n asked me, specifically, to help her finish it.” Red grinned, looking around the table.

“Y/N!” Blueberry cried, looking hurt, “WHY DIDN’T YOU ASK ME?! I’M THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO ACTUALLY OWNS A MOTORCYCLE.”

“I-I’m sorry!” She looked around the room, seeing the same disappointment on all their faces, “I asked first Red because he already knew about the bike and it was my way of trying to show that there was no hard feeling between us and-“

“so if you’ll excuse us.” Red lowered his hand before her. Awkwardly, she climbed onto his hand, trying to pretend she couldn’t notice the hurt expressions around the table.

“We-we’ll cook desert tomorrow night Paps, I promise.” She mumbled.

Papyrus waved his hand, “IT’S FINE Y/N! I KNOW HOW MUCH THAT WORKSHOP MEANS TO YOU! YOU TWO GO AND HAVE FUN!”

“YEAH, LOTS OF FUN.” Blueberry muttered to himself, sulking on his chair.

While Red continued grinning, Y/n sat on his hand, feeling guilty as all hell. She hadn't meant to play favourites; asking specifically Red had honestly been about getting to know him better, something she hoped he would help seeing as he was already inclined to look after the workshop.

She was glad he had said yes, glad for this chance to get to know him better, but she sure didn't mean to do so at the expense of excluding everyone eles.

“That was a mean trick Red” Y/n muttered, glaring up at him.

He scoffed, “what, were you hopin' you and me would slip out, all secret like every night?” He shrugged, “they were going to know about it sooner or later. why wait?”

“It wasn’t about waiting, it was about picking the correct time and place. You know, not interrupting plans that someone else was looking forward to?”

“weren't you the one who said anytime i was available?” Red asked, looking down at her.

“Well, yeah. But I was sort of expecting more warning than that!”

Red shrugged, opening up the workshop door with his magic as he approached. “yeah, well i ain’t ever been one for warnings.”

“Try.” Y/n asked, glaring up at him, “Don’t make me regret asking you for help Red. that’s all I’m asking.”

“yea yea.” He dropped her onto the workshop bench, pulling up the stool before sitting down himself. He looked around the bench before looking at her. “so, what do we do?”

“We start by making a design.” She moved over to the draws, pushing them open with her feet. Jumping into the open draw, she pushed out old calendars of custom choppers she knew her dad had used for inspiration.

She flipped one to a random month before Red. “Notice how, even if they look different, choppers have a basic look?”

“yeah.” Red replied, picking up a calendar for his own perusal.

“We need to decide what ours is going to look like before we can start cutting handlebars.” She pointed to the frame. “See how this part stays pretty much the same, no matter how different the rest of the bike looks?” Red nodded, “that’s a good place to start; it’ll give us a baseline. Personally, since neither of us really knows what we’re doing I suggest we stick to a basic model and try and copy one of the more simpler ones before we attempt any the tricker stuff.”

“before?” Red asked, grinning down at her, rest his head on an arm.

She folded her arms, “I meant if we attempt another one.”

Red chuckled, before he brought something out of his pocket, hidden in his clenched fist. “if these calendars are anything to go on, then i’m going to need the moral support of a sexy babe dressed in a skimpy bikini to keep me going.”

Y/n gaped at him, “You didn’t.”

He grinned, opening his hand and revealing a bitty sized bikini.

Y/n chuckled, picking up the pieces in disbelief. “It this what came in the mail for you today?” She looked up to see him smiling down at her. “Too bad you don’t have one yourself. After all, I said we’d do everything as a team, and if only one of us is wearing a bikini-“

Red pulled out his other hand, revealing a second bikini outfit already tied around his hand. The hand strutted around the desktop, posing in front of Y/n, before sassy walking away.

Y/n collapsed to the benchtop, laughing so hard that she started snorting. Red laughed too, even as he moved his hand closer to her collapsed form, still making his hand sassy pose in front of her.

Gasping, she managed to stand up and push away the sexy hand. “Okay, okay! Get you sexy hand away from me!”

“don’t you find me cuticle?”

“Pfft! I find you finger-licking good!”

Y/n stopped, her mouth working faster than her common sense. Faster than her brain could stop the first and worst joke she could have possibly said. Slowly, she looked up in horror to Red’s face.

He stared back at her, at a complete loss for words. Then he was howling, collapsing onto the bench when he slammed the bench-top over and over again.

“oh my fuckin' god!” he howled.

“I didn’t mean to say that!” she pleaded, her face neon

“that? nah, that was honesty baby doll.”

“It was a slip of the tongue, I swear!”

He pushed himself up, red tears in his eyes and a huge grin on his face. “slip of the tongue? baby, i had no idea that how you truly felt about me.”

She buried her head in her arms “Can we please forget I said anything and move on already!”

“how about a photo?”

She looked up at him to see him grinning down at her. He winked, “a photo to commemorate this first night on working on the bike…and the night you spoke your mind.”

“I swear Red, you know that it was just a dumb joke!”

“aww, i thought you didn’t easily get flustered baby doll.”

She glared at him, before she grinned cheekily. “Well, if we’re going to take a photo together, I better make sure I’m dressed the part.” She grabbed the bikini off from the floor. “No peeking!” she grinned, sticking out her tongue playfully.

Blushing, Red turned around, muttering something about cheap tricks and cheating.

Quickly, Y/n dressed and called out to Red, “Okay, you can turn around now.”

Red turned around to see that Y/n had put on the bikini over her current outfit, posing in a flirty manner.

“Who’s the cuticle now?” she grinned.

Red barked a laugh before he could stop himself or his blush, “no argument here.” He moved the hand still wearing the bikini next to her, and she moved closer to it, pressing herself into. Red, still slightly blushing, used his other hand to take the photo of Y/n hugging his bikini decked-out hand while his face hovered in the background.

Overall, not a bad start to the project that would just happen to take more time than Y/n could have ever predicted.

 

Next Chapter is called: A Line

Chapter Text

“And, send.”

Smiling, Y/n pushed her phone back into her house and returned to her balcony, eagerly listening.

It took a second, but eventually, Y/n heard the unmistakable sounds of Edge yelling from somewhere downstairs. Shortly after, she could feel the vibrations travelling through her bitty house’s structure as Edge came charging up the stairs, his enraged face come into view.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!” he screamed down at her, a hand holding up his phone and shaking in barely contained anger.

Y/n looked over to the photo displayed on his phone, the one she just sent him of her cheekily posing next to his action figure which was dressed in nothing but the bitty bikini and posing sexily. Grinning, she shrugged “I thought the Black Knight could do with a wardrobe change. Now we both have embarrassing ‘proof’ on our phones.”

“PROOF!?” Edge spluttered, his face livid as his entire expression darkened. “WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TOUCH MY THINGS?! HOW DARE YOU!!”

She held up her hands, backing away, “Easy Edge, I was just -“

“WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR TRUCE, VERMIN?! I NEVER GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO ENTER MY ROOM!”

“Sure you did. I distinctly remember saying, “Edge, say nothing if I can enter your room”, and when I heard nothing, I assumed it was okay-“

“WHAT-?! HOW THE-!! WHY YOU LITTLE-!!” Edge stuttered, his words and emotions clashing so violently he struggled to speak.

“Calm down Edge, it’s just a picture! It’s not like I haven’t entered your room without permission before.” Y/n took a step forward, “I don’t get why you’re this angry. Are you mad because you didn’t set up any traps this time?”

Edge looked away, his clenched fist held firmly at his side as they shook.

“what’s with all the noise?” Red asked, coming out of his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and clearly have just woken up from his sleep in.

“IT’S NOTHING!” Barked Edge, a visible tremor running through him now.

Red continued to pull on his jacket, walking towards them while eyeing his brother closely. “it doesn’t sound like nothin’ boss. you know better than to yell at y/n like-“

Whirling around to face him, Edge turned and strode over towards Red, abruptly lifting and pinning him to the wall.

“b-boss!” spluttered Red.

“what’s with all the yelling edge?” Called Sans’s voice, somewhere below them.

Edge ignored him, he instead held up his phone up to Red’s baffled face. “LOOK AT WHAT SHE’S DONE!!”

Red’s eyes briefly looked at the photo before his expression fell, looking quickly from Y/n’s deeply concerned expression to his brother’s enraged one.

“SHE’S HUMILIATED ME, TAKING ADVANTAGE OF MY GENEROUS NATURE! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO WEAKENED MY DEFENCES, EVEN FOR A SECOND!!!”

“Edge!” Y/n called out, thoroughly regretting her actions by now, “I’m sorry! It's just a pr-“

Edge ignored her and continuing to scream into his brother's face, his voice drowning out her fumbled apologies, “AND WHERE ELSE WOULD SHE GET SUCH A SHAMEFUL PIECE OF CLOTHING BUT FROM MY REVOLTING, PERVERTED BROTHER, WHO IS CONTINUALLY FINDING NEW WAYS TO SINK EVEN LOWER!?!”

By now, the rest of the skeleton family had made their way upstairs, watching the argument from a distance. Y/n hardly took notice of them; her attention whole focused on the sickening display of family fighting that brought up echoes of her own experiences.

“boss! i-“

In the next instance, Edge plunged his fist into Red, startling a scream from Y/n. Edge looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes tighten before looking back to Red, who was still clenched. Dropping his brother to the floor, Edge stood back and open up the wallet he had just taken Red’s jacket.

“SINCE YOU HAVE PROVEN YOU CAN NOT BE TRUSTED WITH OUR MONEY,“ Edge said, pulling out and snapping card after card before throwing the pieces to the side viciously from Red’s wallet, “I AM TAKING AWAY YOUR ACCESS!”

“but boss-!”

Edge threw the wallet against the wall next to Red before walking away, slamming his bedroom door behind him, without so much as a backwards glance at anyone else.

“boss.” pleaded Red, pushing himself up from the ground and walking over to Edge’s door.

Edge’s door opened, but before Red’s face could brighten further, something was hurled out of his room, smashing into pieces upon hitting Stretch’s door. Edge’s door was quickly slammed shut again, red-bones further blocking the door.

Stretch walked over to his door, a lollypop in between his teeth, and picked up a piece. It was the head of the Black Knight, the bitty bikini still attached to his broken neck fragment.

Red stared at the piece in Stretch’s hand, before throwing Y/n an angry, hurtful expression.

“Red, I’m so-“

He vanished from sight.

Sans sighed, rubbing the back of his skull. “jeez kid, why did you have to do that to edge’s stuff?”

“It- it was just meant to be a harmless prank, I swear.” Y/n mumbled, lowering herself to sit on the ground, her back resting on her door.

“A PRANK?” Blueberry asked, thinking.

Walking to his door and disappearing from sight, Bluberry’s voice could be heard, calling out “Y/N, WHY HAVE YOU MOVED ALL MY ACTION FIGURES AND GIVEN THEM LABELS THAT DON’T MAKE SENSE? IS THIS SUPPOSE TO BE A PRANK TOO?”

He came out holding three action figures entwined with each other, one on its hands and knees and in-between two other action figures. One of the action figures was connected to kneeling one’s mouth at the hip and the remaining one connected at its backside, also at the hips. Blueberry pointed to the strip of paper stuck to the kneeling action figure, clearly confused. “HOW ARE THREE PEOPLE CALLED ‘SPITROAST’? WHERE’S THE FIRE, WHERE’S THE MEAT?”

Sans snickered as Stretch’s jaw dropped, the lollypop stick falling out of his open mouth. Papyrus just looked confused, yet thoughtful.

Y/n sighed, any humour she might have found out of the situation was entirely robbed after the damaged she just caused to Red and Edge’s relationship. “Yeah, it's supposed to be a prank. I moved all your action figure and labelled them into se-“

“nothing!” Blurted out Stretch, apparently involuntarily.

Blueberry looked away from the paper to stare at his brother, confused. “NOTHING?” then his expression darkened, “YOU KNOW THE ANSWER, DON’T YOU?”

Stretch shrugged, looking away, “don’t worry about it. it’s not important.”

Blueberry huffed “WHY DON’T I GET TO DECIDE THAT?!”

“bro, just forget it, okay?”

Before Blueberry could reply, Papyrus gasped as a thought occurred to him and he ran into his room.

There was a brief second, before Papyrus gave a heart-breaking wail of despair.

“papyrus!” Sans called out, running towards his brother’s room.

Before he made it to the door, Papyrus came rushing back out, gripping something that dripped red and had a tiny sword sticking out from its centre between his hands, tears flowing from his eyes.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO SIR PROUD!” Papyrus sobbed as his hands shook, staring back at Y/n.

“I-I covered him with ketchup to fake his murder.” She mumbled, her eyes falling back to her lap, unable to handle the look of betrayal on Papyrus’s face any longer.

“ketchup?” Sans asked, “is that why my bottle was lighter this morning?”

Y/n nodded as Papyrus cried out, “THAT WAS YOUR KETCHUP?! THE ONE YOU’VE KEPT IN YOUR WARM JACKET EVER SINCE WE MOVED TO SNOWDIN?! THE SAME KETCHUP THAT HOUSES COUNTLESS GERMS IS NOW COVERING MY PRIZED POSSESSION?!”

Papyrus looked at his soiled action figure, his hands shaking even more now. With tears still flowing, he looked up in Y/n’s horrified face, his own expression one of pure heartbreak. “I-I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS Y/N?”

“W-we are!” exclaimed Y/n, standing up quickly and reaching for him, “Papyrus, I’m-“

He ran away, his sobs following him downstairs.

“paps has a bit of phobia with germs y/n, and that was just about the worst thing you could have done to him.” Sans said, looking after his brother’s retreating back.

“I swear Sans, I didn’t know! If I had, I-“

“perhaps you would have known that if you actually paid attention.” He looked over at her, his normal grin was now a grimace “or did you know that and that’s why you went after one of the few things he’s kept since his childhood?”

They both ignored the silent tears that slide down her cheeks. “I sorry-“ she whispered.

Sans turned and walked downstairs, following Papyrus.

Stretch rubbed the back of his neck. “poor paps.”

“DON’T THINK THAT I’VE FORGOTTEN THAT YOU’RE TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD WHO NEEDS PROTECTION AGAIN!” Blueberry huffed, bring the focus back to him and the piece of paper he was now waving, “CAN YOU JUST TELL ME WHAT THIS IS ALREADY?”

Stretch stuck his hand into his hoodie, straighten his shoulders, “bro, i’m telling you, you don’t need to know. you won’t feel better-“

“IF YOU WON’T TELL ME, I’LL JUST LOOK IT UP!” Blueberry moved to his door, only to find Stretch standing there, blocking him.

“look, i know that you can handle yourself, but the human internet, particularly with the things you want to look up, has some seriously messed up things that go way beyond what we had-“

“AND YOU DON’T THINK I CAN HANDLE IT?!”

“i didn’t say that-“

“BUT IT’S TRUE!” Blueberry crossed his arms, determinedly looking away from his brother. “LET ME IN.” he said, quietly.

“blue,-“

“NOW!”

Sighing, Stretch stepped aside, allowing Blueberry to stride right past him without so much as looking at him, before slamming the door in his face.

Stretch merely stood there, his head bowed.

“Stretch,” Y/n called out shakily, “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I swear!”

Stretch sighed heavily, still facing the door. “it’s okay y/n, i believe you, but this one isn’t your fault, it’s mine.” His shoulders clenched, before shagging. He turned to see her hands grasped tightly and twisting in front of her chest. “i brought this on myself.”

“Stretch-“

“i think you should apologise to everyone else though” He said, as he moved towards his own room slowly, “their pranks were a lot worse than blue’s.”

“Stretch, I’m sorry!”

He closed the door behind him.

Y/n stared at Stretch's closed door, waves of guilt and regret hitting her again and again. She hadn't meant any of this to happen! It was just meant to be harmless pranks, no one was supposed to get hurt! How could it have gone so wrong, so quickly?!

...how was she ever going to face them again?

Tears continued to slide down her cheeks as she slid back down her door, to stare at her nails biting into her clenched hands.

She had fucked up, there was no other way of putting it. She had fucked up and there was nothing she could do to ever make up for her stupid mistake. They were bound to hate her. She certainly hated herself right now.

Why had she ever thought this would be funny!? That this was a good idea?! Why had she gone into their rooms without permission, especially after the fuss she had made! She was such a hypocrite!!

She hadn’t thought things through, like normal. She had allowed herself to believe she was above the rules, like normal. She never took into consideration anyone else's thoughts and feelings, like fucking normal.

“If you hadn’t been such a self-centred bitch, they would still be alive!!!”

No amount of apologising had fixed the broken mirror shattered the night she learned of the car crash.

Edge's door banged open, startling Y/n out of her remorseful thoughts. Edge, himself, came strolling out, briefly throwing Red's door an embittered glare.

She stood up quickly, hurriedly wiping away her tears. "Edge, I am so sorry! Please, let me-"

He walked right past her, his fists clenched to his side as he made his way downstairs. The sound of the downstairs backdoor slamming punctured her hurtful silence at being blatantly ignored, of not even being allowed a chance to apologize and explain.

Shakingly, she took a deep breath and wiped away the rest of her tears.

‘I -I need to beg for forgiveness. To apologize.’ She laughed bitterly, ‘Like that has ever worked for me before.’

But she was determined to try.

She…she didn’t want to be left alone again.

After washing her face with cool water from her sink and tightening the straps on her bag, she felt dread about facing any one of the skeletons, who probably never wanted to see her again. She, of course, would respect their wishes, but not until they heard her apology.

Steeling herself, she made her way upstairs and over to the vent, resisting the temptation to simply hideaway for a couple of days and wait for things to fix themselves out.

Afterall, she already knew that never worked.

~*~

"Blue?" she asked softly, knocking on the vents that lead to his room.

"GO AWAY Y/N!"

She knelt before the vent, resting her head on the closed bars. "Please Blue. I'm sorry!"

When she didn't hear a reply, she sighed sadly, "It's okay. You don't have to forgive me. I just wanted you to know how sorry I am."

As she was standing to leave, the vents opened behind her.

Slowly, she approached them to see Blueberry at his computer, his monitor black with his back turned to her.

“C-can I come in?” She asked tentatively, preparing to jump in.

“OH, NOW YOU’RE ASKING FOR MY PERMISSION?” Blueberry asked, harshly.

Y/n felt a stab of pain; she had never heard him talk to her like that before and it was so much worse than she could have ever imagined.

“I deserve that.” She mumbled quietly to herself.

Blueberry gasped, turning around. “WHAT?! NO YOU DON’T!” He looked away. “I’M SORRY. I’M JUST A BIT ANGRY RIGHT NOW.”

Sighing, he stood up and walked over to the vent, his hand held open for her to jump onto.

Y/n paused, searching his eyes. His only response was to give her a tight smile, his eyes slightly sad. Taking a deep breath, she leapt into his hand, moving to sit on his palm.

“YOU’RE SHAKING.” he said, his tone noticeable falling as he moved back towards his desk.

“I’m- I’m just-“ the words choked in her throat as fresh tears flowed.

Blueberry shushed her softly, rubbing her back with the tip of a finger as she buried her head in her hands.

‘God I’m pathetic.’ she chastised herself.

She was supposed to be apologising, not making him feel like he obligated to comfort her!

Taking another deep breath and pushing aside her emotions, she managed to steel herself long enough to discreetly wipe away the latest tears.

“I-I’m okay.” She whispered.

“ARE YOU SURE?” Blueberry asked, his voice filled with concern.

Nodding, she quickly pushed herself away from his hand and walked onto his desk. “Yeah, I-I just had something in my eyes again.”

Blueberry chuckled softly behind her. “Y/N, YOU DON’T-“

“Actually Blue," she said, turning to face him, “I came here to apologise to you.” She looked at her feet. “I’m so sorry Blueberry. I should have never entered your room without your permission and I should have never touched your stuff.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair and looking at his black monitor. “THANKS Y/N, BUT TO BE HONEST, I WASN’T THAT UPSET ABOUT YOUR PRANK.” He looked over at her seriously, “IF I WAS YOU, I’D APOLOGISE TO EDGE AND ESPECIALLY PAPYRUS. I THINK THEY DESERVE IT MORE.”

“I know.” she whispered to herself, clenching her hands again. “But I still want to apologise you. I mean, you’re upset with me and I regret-“

“I’M NOT UPSET WITH YOU!” he quickly exclaimed.

Y/n flinched at his unexpected shouting, before asking, “Y-you’re not?”

“OF COURSE NOT!” He huffed, crossing his arms. “I MEAN, I'M NOT HAPPY THAT YOU ENTERED MY ROOM WITHOUT ASKING FIRST, BUT I'M MAINLY UPSET WITH MY BABY BROTHER TREATING ME LIKE A BABY BONES, WHEN IT’S MY JOB TO PROTECT HIM!”

“Oh.”

They fell into an awkward silence.

“Did-did you ever find out what ‘spitroast’ means?” She asked, spying the pile of the labels she made for all his action figures near his keyboard.

Blueberry blushed hard, sweat forming on his brow as he looked sharply at his computer before flinching away. “Y-YEAH.” He looked at her with blush still on his cheeks, before quickly looking out his window. “WH-WHY DID YOU DO THAT Y/N? AND TO SIR BRAVE TOO!”

She sighed sadly, “I remember what you said yesterday and I thought that would make a good prank to show you that I don’t think you’re a child Blue.” She looked up to see him looking back at her, “I didn’t exactly confirm yesterday that I do see you as an adult.”

“Y-YOU COULD HAVE JUST SAID SO.” He said, his blush deepening.

“Yeah.” She said, wholeheartedly agreeing with him and desperately wishing she had.

They fell again into thoughtful silence.

“I- I wish you would be easier on Stretch though, Blue.” She admitted, speaking her thoughts out loud.

“WHY?! HE’S ALWAYS DOING STUFF LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME!” Blueberry cried out, looking indignant.

“But imagine if the situation was reversed.” She pleaded, moving to pat his hand, “Would you want Stretch to looking up all those poses?”

“NO!” he exclaimed, looking horrified at the very idea.

“So it’s okay for you to protect your brother, but not okay for him to protect you?”

“WH- OF COURSE NOT! IT’S JUST-!“ He looked quickly away from her knowing smile and back to his black screen. “THE HUMAN INTERNET HAS SO MUCH MORE…THINGS THAN WHAT WE EVER HAD IN THE UNDERGROUND! I UM, I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT WHAT I’VE SEEN.” He admitted, reluctantly.

“And if you knew that Stretch was about to search ‘spitroast’ on this human internet?”

He refused to make eye-contact with her, but she felt like she had made her point.

“Look, I get it Blue. ‘Family’ and ‘sex’ are about the last things we ever want to be in the same sentence, let alone in our conversations.” She chuckled quietly, “I can’t imagine how bad it was for Stretch to be placed in that position. Guess I need to say sorry to him too, “she eyed him meaningfully, seeing him looking at her from the corner of his eye, “but I think you need apologies as well.”

He didn’t reply, seemingly thinking as he stared back out his window.

“Blue?”

He sighed. “I THINK WE SHOULD GET STARTED ON LUNCH. IT’S ALREADY LATE.”

He offered his hand, which she stepped onto. She wished he would agree to apologise to Stretch, but who was she to push the point further?

“Do you think anyone will come down?” she asked instead as she sat on his shoulder, the reality of what she had done brought back into her forethoughts.

“I STILL NEED TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE HAS LUNCH.” Blueberry shrugged, making his way downstairs and towards the kitchen. “IT’S MY RESPONSIBILITY TO PROVIDE LUNCH AND I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE THAT HAPPENS!”

She fell into a thoughtful silence as Blueberry pulled out a new loaf of bread and began to make a variety of sandwiches, surprising her that he wasn’t making tacos.

‘He probably knows that no one wants to eat at the table today.’

Thinking of one particular skeleton in his room, she jumped from Blueberry’s shoulder and landed on the kitchen top. He eyed her quizzically, but continued to make sandwiches. Or at least he did, till she pushed the bottle of honey into his hand.

He picked it up, looking at her questioningly. “DID YOU WANT HONEY SANDWICHES Y/N?”

She shook her head, “I want you to apologise to Stretch and I thought this was a good peace offering.” Blueberry raised his eyebrow, before frowning at the bottle still in his hand.

Y/n continued, softly, “I know that he’s really sorry Blue. You should have seen him after you slammed your door.”

“I KNOW.” mumbled Blue, now instead gazing sadly at the honey. After a while, he sighed, tucking the bottle under an arm. “FINE,” he pointed a finger at her, “BUT YOU’VE GOT TO APOLOGISE TO PAPYRUS AND EDGE.”

“I was already planning to.”

“GOOD THEN.” He looked up at the roof, “THIS ISN’T GOING TO BE EASY.”

“Tell me about it.” she muttered, before moving towards the vent.

“Y/N!”

She looked back to see Blueberry holding up a quarter of a sandwich. “YOU NEED TO EAT TOO.”

“I’m not-“ She stopped; the look Blueberry was giving her told her there was no way she was skipping lunch today.

~*~

After Y/n and Blueberry shared a very quick lunch together, both had moved in different directions. As Blueberry headed upstairs, a bottle of honey in one hand and a plate of sandwiches in the other, Y/n entered the kitchen vent, trying to hear any clue that might hint where either Sans, Papyrus, Red or Edge had gone. She would apologise to Stretch later, but right now, it made sense for her to give the brothers their space.

As she moved further into the ventilation system, what she heard broke her heart; the sound of Papyrus quietly crying to himself and the quieter sound of Sans trying to comfort him.

Following the sounds of crying, Y/n popped out the vent that was opposite the closed basement door, where the continued sounds of Papyrus crying could be heard. Before she had a chance to knock, however, Sans came walking out, his arms holding multiple cleaning products and cleaning rags, smelling strongly on cleaning products himself.

He closed the door behind him with magic before looking down at her, watching her and waiting.

“I-I’m so sorry Sans.” She said quickly, imploring.

“what for?”

She looked up at him, confused. “For- for hurting Papyrus? I swear to you, I never meant to hurt him!”

“but you did y/n. the question i have for you now is; what are you going to do to fix it?”

“I-I-“ she eyes fell to her feet once again. “I don’t know.”

She stood there, twisting her hands again, keenly aware that Sans was still watching her as they both continued to hear Papyrus’s quiet sobs still echoing from the basement.

“Can-can I see him?” she looked up to Sans’s guarded expression, “Please. I-I have to tell him how sorry I am.” She looked at her feet, “I have to try and fix this.”

After a while, he shrugged. “paps is downstairs, still cleaning and i’m off to get more cleaning products.” The door swung open as his eye flared blue.

“Thank you Sans.” But as Y/n took a step towards the door, it swung closed again.

“y/n.” She looked up as he lowered himself closer to her, his expression dour. “don’t hurt him again. please.”

“I don’t mean to, I swear Sans. It was a stupid mistake and if I could take it all back, I would in a heartbeat!”

He continued to look at her, before nodding and standing up. His eye, once again, flashed blue and the basement cracked open.

“good luck kid. i’m rooting for ya.” He turned and left, walking away with his arm full of cleaning products.

Y/n squeezed past the basement door and took in her first look at Papyrus since he had run away earlier today.

Papyrus sat on the floor, surrounded by cleaning products and buckets filled with soapy water. He was currently holding his action figure in one hand and a cleaning rag in the other.

All while orange tinted tears slipped off his bony cheeks and landed on his still shaking hands.

“Papyrus.” she called softly out, slowly climbing down each step.

He looked up to her, his bottom jaw wobbling the moment he met her mournful eyes. He hastily whipped his eyes, under a failed attempt to appear composed. “Y-Y/N!” he croaked. “WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

She crumpled, burying her head in her hands as she fell to her knees, all of her sorrow poured out as she wailed into her clenched fits.

“I’m- I’m so sorry Papyrus!” she sobbed.

“WH-WHY ARE YOU CRYING?” Papyrus asked through his own tears.

“I hurt you!” She cried back.

“BUT THAT DOES- DOESN’T EXPLAIN WHY YOU’RE CRYING!”

“I hurt you and now you hate me!!”

The next thing she knew, she was picked up and enclosed by two wet gloves that smelled even more strongly on bleach and other cleaning products, gently but firmly wrapping around her body as Papyrus pressed her face to his wet cheek.

“I COULD NEVER HATE YOU Y/N!” He sobbed, “I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME!! THAT YOU DIDN’T WANT TO BE MY FRIEND ANYMORE!! ISN'T TH-THAT WHY YOU M-MURDERED SIR PROUD?”

She threw her arms open and hugged as much of his face as she could, ignoring the orange tears that cascade over her arms. “No! That isn't true! It was j-just a dumb murder-mystery that failed because I’m stupid!! Of course I still want to be your friend!! You’re the best friend I have ever had!! You’re my best friend and I hurt you!! I’m so sorry Papyrus!!”

“Y/N!!”

They clung to each other on the basement steps, neither one aware nor caring how much time passed, both of them failing to notice the two separate times the basement door opened briefly before quickly closing again.

~*~

After a time, Y/n felt all cried out, her emotions wrung dry and yet feeling infinitely better than she had when she had first walked downstairs. Gently, she pressed herself away from Papyrus's tear-stained cheek to look into his huge eyes. “I’m so sorry that I covered Sir Proud in ketchup Papyrus and I’m sorry that I entered your room without asking.”

He smiled at her, his beam an echo of his usual smile, but miles better than what it had been before. “I FORGIVE YOU Y/N.”

She smiled back, before her expression fell again. “Please, let me help you clean him up. It’s the least I can do.” She realised something, asking him, “Wait, where is he?”

“OH!” Papyrus turned around and they both saw Sir Proud and the rag carelessly cast aside.

Keeping her in his cupped hands, Papyrus brought them both back to the place he previously sat, quickly picking up Sir Proud and the cleaning rag before sitting down in his previous position. Y/n jumped from his hand and landed on his knee, watching as he brought Sir Proud back into his lap.

“I’M, UM, I’M HAVING TROUBLE GETTING THE KETCHUP IN HIS JOINTS.” Papyrus admitted unhappily, lowering Sir Proud before her and pointing out several spots.

Y/n couldn’t see what he was talking about, but there did linger a tomato smell, so she was inclined to believe him. Smiling softly, she took the offered corner off a cleaning rag and wedge it into an arm joint, her small hands allowing her to reach places only she could.

“Papyrus, “ she started, offering the cloth back to Papyrus so that he could clean it for her after she had finished with the joint, “I just want you to know that if I knew that you hated germs like this, I would have never pranked you this way.”

Papyrus sighed, wringing out the cloth before handing it back to her. “I CERTAINLY DON’T LIKE GERMS, AND I’LL ADMIT THAT I’M PERHAPS MORE WORRIED ABOUT THEM THAN MOST MONSTERS, BUT I WAS MORE WORRIED ABOUT YOU THAN ANYTHING ELSE.”

“Me?” she asked, stopping in the motion of cleaning a leg joint to look at Papyrus in confusion.

Papyrus nodded seriously. “BEFORE WE CAME HERE, I USED TO HANG OUT WITH ANOTHER HUMAN FRIEND, FRISK, ALL THE TIME. ONE DAY, THE HUMAN GOT VERY SICK, VERY QUICKLY, AND I HONESTLY THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO FALL DOWN. I KEPT ASKING THE HUMAN DOCTORS WHY THEY COULDN’T JUST FIX MY FRIEND, WHY WASN’T MONSTER FOOD WORKING, AND A HUMAN DOCTOR EXPLAINED WHAT GERMS WERE TO ME.” He looked away, “I HAD NEVER FELT SO SCARED, SO HELPLESS BEFORE.”

Y/n gently patted his knee, trying to comfort him.

Quickly, he looked back at her. “I’M OKAY NOW! IN FACT, SEEING THE HUMAN PULL THROUGH THAT PROVED TO ME THAT HUMANS ARE QUITE STRONG! IT HELPED ME REALISE THAT ALL I HAD TO DO WAS BELIEVE IN MY FRIEND, OFFER THEM AS MUCH SPAGHETTI AS I COULD COOK, AND EVERYTHING WOULD TURN OUT OKAY! ” He looked at her meaningfully, “BUT I NEVER EVER WANTED TO GO THROUGH THAT AGAIN. SO NOW I AM ALWAYS VIGILANT ABOUT GERMS, WHEREVER I GO.” He lowered his hand before raising her to his eye level after she stepped on. “PARTICULARLY IF THEY COULD HURT MY DEAREST FRIENDS.”

She looked away, “Thank you Papyrus.” She chuckled quietly to herself, “I guess that explains why you’re so neat all the time.”

“WELL, THAT’S JUST PROPER FOR GREAT MONSTERS, LIKE MYSELF!” He beamed, posing.

She laughed gently, noticing how his smile widen as she did so. Thinking about his story, she asked “Papyrus, why don’t you see this friend of yours more often? You know you could always bring them here, right?”

Before he had a chance to reply, the basement door open and Sans came walking down, a bag of fast-food in one hand.

Sans smiled at the pair of them, his grin more natural now and closer to what it had been like before today. “hey paps, hey y/n. dinner tonight going to be fast-food.”

“SANS!” Papyrus cried, placing Y/n on his shoulder and standing up, Sir Proud in one hand, “DINNER TONIGHT WILL NOT BE FAST-FOOD BECAUSE I STILL PLAN TO COOK IT!”

“bro, do you know what time it is?”

Papyrus paused in mid rebuttal, before quickly pulling out his phone. Both Y/n and Papyrus noted the time, realising that it was far too late to start cooking dinner, a fact that was obvious to anyone.

Gently rubbing the side of Papyrus’s head, Y/n said, “Sorry that we can’t cook tonight Paps, but there’s always tomorrow.”

“I GUESS SO.” Papyrus replied, looking disappointed as he put his phone away.

“don’t worry bro, i got you something that you liked.” Sans held up the bag, “do you remember that italian place with that fancy pasta you like?”

“THE ONE WITH LITTLE BOWS IN IT?!” Papyrus said, his eyes sparkling as he took the offered bag.

“yep.” grinned Sans, beaming at his brother’s reaction. “i figured we could watch a couple of mettaton’s movies together.” He looked over at Y/n, “you’re more than welcomes to join us y/n. i got us your favourite pizza we can share together.”

“YOU CAN SHARE WITH ME TOO Y/N!” Papyrus added, hope sparkling in his eyes.

“What’s everyone else having?” Y/n asked, looking over at Sans.

He shrugged, “i think blue took stretch to muffet's awhile ago, so they’re looking after themselves tonight.”

“STILL BETTER THAN GRILLBY'S I SAY.” Papyrus quickly added.

“i haven’t seen red all day,” Sans continued,  “and edge is still out the back, practising with the dummy.”

“Edge’s been at the back all day?” she asked, disheartened.

Sans nodded.

She sighed, before turning to Papyrus. “I still need to apologise to him.”

“YOU CAN ALWAYS SAY THAT YOU'RE SORRY AFTER YOU’VE HAD SOMETHING QUICK TO EAT.” Papyrus said hopefully, but without any real belief she would agree.

“And leave Edge outside, still angry?” She shook her head, “It wouldn’t be the right thing to do.”

Papyrus sighed, but nodded, moving to climb the basement stairs out, Sans following. He moved to the living room, where a pizza box sat and a selection of movies waited next to the television. Looking at their names (all containing the word ‘Mettaton’), Y/n quickly realised that these were probably monster movies. Something that, if today had been a regular day, she would have dearly liked to watch with the rest of her skeleton friends.

Grimacing, she leapt off Papyrus’s shoulder as he looked over the movies, making her way to the back door.

“you’re going to be okay kid?” Sans asked somewhere behind her.

She turned away from the back door to see both brothers watching her, their faces filled with concern.

She smiled gently, “I’m much better than I was earlier today, and this is something I need to do. I owe Edge an apology.” She pointed over her shoulder, “Can one of you get the door for me?”

“I WILL!” Papyrus quickly ran over, opening the door wide. “THE SOONER YOU APOLOGISE, THE SOONER YOU CAN COME BACK AND WATCH THE GREATEST ACTOR THAT HAS EVER LIVED!”

“No promises Paps.” She moved outside, looking away from Edge in the distance to look seriously at the concerned skeleton brothers. “Just give us some space guys. Please?”

Papyrus fiddled with his gloves. “O-OKAY Y/N. IF YOU’RE SURE.”

“we’ll be right here kid.” Sans said, seriously, “just shout out and we’ll be right there.”

Nodding, she turned and walked towards Edge, hearing the faint sound of the door closing behind her. From here, she could see Edge furiously attacking the dummy, the backyard around him covered in numerous jagged red-bones. Determined, Y/n began the long trek towards him, moving around the bones and keenly aware that even more bones were being flung away from Edge's hand, piercing the ground.

"Edge!" she called out, when she felt close enough.

He ignored her, instead viciously plunging his current weapon into the dummy's neck.

"Edge, please! I'm sorry-"

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT VERMIN!!" Edge yelled, summoning another weapon, "LEAVE ME!"

She continued to walk towards him, "Not until you give me a chance to apologise, Edge."

Edge flung the bone weapon at her, piercing the ground in front of her and blocking her progress forward. "I SAID LEAVE ME!!"

She stepped around the bone slowly, her hands held out employing, "I'm not leaving till you've let-"

"I SAID LEAVE ME!!!"

In an instant, a red glow encompassed her entire body and flung her away from Edge before she even had the chance to acknowledge she was flying sideways.

*THUD*

Y/n hit the workshop's wall hard, crumpling into a heap at its base and lay still, her eyes tightly clenched from the immense pain that consumed all her senses.

"Y/N!!!"

Concussed, confused and in pain, Y/n felt clawed hand scooping her up and lift her.

The hands shook.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! I'M SORRY Y/N!"

The hands the held her tightened around her, at it felt like whoever had her began to ran. Soon, she heard the sound of the garage door rolling up, a lightswitch flinching on, a car unlocking and a boot popping open, before she was gently lowered onto the hard, fuzzy surface of a typical car boot.

Slowly, Y/n opened her eyes to a blurry vision, the garage lights hurting her eyes. Through the blur of colours and pain, she saw the looming shape of Edge leaning over her, toying with something further back in the car boot. Judging by the sounds, it was most likely a metal box.

Her vision swam and her stomach twisted, forcing her to close her eyes to help alleviate some of the nausea feeling and the stinging ache from the light. Everything hurt and thinking was even more painful.

The pain of anti-septic wound medicine on a cut on her forehead brought briefly clarity as well as a scream of agony from her.

"Y/N!"

The pain's source was instantly removed and Y/n brought up her hands up to cover the wound from further aggravation as her instincts made her curl into a ball to protect herself.

She felt something being places near her, followed by a tapping sound and a short dial tone.

"SANS! COME HOME RIGHT NOW! I'M BY MY CAR!" Edge said in a frenzy.

"what's the problem bo-? y/n!" Red's voice suddenly cried out somewhere besides Edge, quickly moving in closer. "papyrus! what happened? why's she bleedin'?!"

“I- I-. SHE HIT THE WORKSHOP WALL HARD! I TRIED TO CLEAN THE WOUND, BUT SHE SCREAMED AND JERKED VIOLENTLY, AND I’M WORRIED THAT SHE MIGHT HAVE A CONCUSSION! I-I NEED YOU TO HOLD HER WHILE I-!“

“boss! calm down!”

“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!! SHE MIGHT HAVE INTERNAL BLEED-!“

“boss! remember, we’re not- things are different here! monster food actually heals!”

“IT DOES?!” Edge’s voice returned back to its harsh tone, “WELL THEN GO GET SOME! THIS VERY INSTANCE!!”

“i’m going! it’s gonna take some time as everythin’s closed. just, calm down and take deep breaths, okay?”

“I’LL BE CALMER WHEN YOU’VE STOPPED WASTING TIME AND BRING ME BACK WHAT I’VE ASKED FOR!!”

Red didn’t respond, and after a while, Edge gave a low growl of frustration.

Before long, Y/n felt sharp fingers attempting to pry her to unclench, making her hitch her breath as the new sensation brought iration and caused her splitting headache to throb.

“Y/N,” Edge said, the most gentle he had ever spoken her name, “I-I NEED TO CHECK YOU. I’VE GOT TO MAKE SURE YOU’RE- THAT YOU’RE-“

He didn’t finish his sentence and his removed his hands.

Y/n continued to listen for any indications what else Edge was doing, but he had fallen into silence, allowing her a chance to process what just happened to her.

‘He-he attacked me.’

Everything she feared about her size and the power of everyone else in the entire world could be summed up right here. Her powerless to do anything, the overwhelming strength and capabilities of people who could so hurt easily her, even if they hadn’t meant to, demonstrated just how dependent she was on their mercy. She already knew Edge, particularly if he had managed to get her when they first met, wouldn’t have been merciful. She should hate and especially fear him right now, cowering in terror that she was currently alone with this monster and beyond the help of Sans or Papyrus now, wherever he had taken her.

So why did she keep replaying the scene after she hit the wall in her mind? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about every word, every expression of deep concern and regret Edge had used that had followed?

‘This isn’t the same skeleton I first met.’

Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to uncurl, to relax. Eyes tightly closed, she nodded as she rolled onto her back.

“W-WHY ARE YOU NODDING?” Edge asked, still in the same shaky voice he had used before.

She took a deep, slow breath. “I’m trying to show you that I’m willing to work with you, to allow you to check me.” She cracked an eye open briefly, “That I trust you.”

There was nothing but stunned silence, as everything everywhere seemed to just stop.

“Edge?” She asked with her eyes still firmly closed as her stomach continued to twist and her head throbbed painfully with every heartbeat.

“WHY?”

She opened her eyes to see Edge glaring forlornly at her.

“I’VE HURT YOU. PHYSICALLY HURT YOU.” His fists clenched, “YOU SHOULD HATE AND FEAR ME.”

She pressed herself up. “I don’t ha- *Hhg-Blaaagh!*”

She vomited off to the side, felt it soaking through the side of her pants.

“Y/N?! ARE YOU OKAY!?”

She giggled bitterly, wiping her mouth, “Sorry about the car Edge.”

He waved her off, “IT HARDLY MATTERS.” A cool, wet cloth was pressed into her hands. “AT LEAST YOUR TERRIBLE SENSE OF HUMOUR AND BAD TIMING APPEARS TO BE INTACT.”

“Thank you Edge.” she said gratefully, wiping her mouth.

“IF YOU CAN SIT UP, YOU MIGHT JUST HAVE A MILD CONCUSSION. STILL, YOU SHOULD LIE BACK DOWN.”

“Any chance you can move me to a different spot?” She felt she didn’t need to mention the smell or sensations that were still seeping into her clothes.

Rather than answer, Edge gently scooped her up. After a brief moment of hesitation, she was once again lowered, but this time onto a towel. Before she could settle again, a cold sensation was placed firmly on her head, at first making her flinch from the unexpected sensation but then quickly bringing relief as she gave a grateful sigh.

“KEEP THE PACK ON YOUR HEAD. IT SHOULD HELP WITH THE PAIN WHILE I CHECK YOU.” He said, taking off his gloves.

She chuckled as she watched Edge pick up her wrist between his bare phalanges. “I’m surprised you know this much about human first aide.”

“I KNOW MORE ABOUT WHAT SIGNS LEAD TO DEATH. LET’S LEAVE IT AT THAT. “ He admitted, firmly but gently dropping her wrist after a while.

She shrugged, settling into the towel as Edge continued to check her vitals. Between throwing up and the cold-pack, she felt leagues better than what she had been. True that her body deeply ached and she was sure she’d feel it tomorrow, but it was now at least a manageable pain.

Now she could apologise without the fear of throwing up.

“I don’t hate you.” She said quietly after a time, looking up at him.

Edge looked sharply at her, before looking away, scoffing. “OF COURSE YOU HATE ME. IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE OTHERWISE. MUST BE THE CONCUSSION AFFECTING YOUR-“

“I don’t hate you,” she said louder, speaking over him, slowly and carefully pushing herself up again, “because I’ve been fearing you hated me all day. In fact, when you attacked me, I thought you were doing so because you hated me that much,” She looked away, “and I would have deserved it too.”

“I DIDN’T ATTACK YOU BECAUSE I HATE YOU!” He began to pace before her, “I ATTACKED BECAUSE I GET SO ANGRY, SO MAD THAT I DON’T KNOW- I CAN’T- AND YOU-“ He threw his arms up into the air, “GAH! I HATE THIS FEELING!! I SHOULD BE BETTER AT CONTROLLING MY EMOTIONS THAN THIS!! THIS IS SUCH DESPICABLE BEHAVIOUR FOR THE CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD! IT’S PATHETIC, THAT’S WHAT THIS IS! AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENS?! I ALWAYS MAKE SITUATIONS WORSE WHEN I’M LIKE THIS!!”

“It isn’t pathetic, its how you honestly feel.” Edge quickly turned back to face her, his face twisted with raw, conflicting emotions. “And I know that you honestly feel regret for what you did because there’s no way someone who meant to do this on purpose would be so distraught, so emotionally charged if they had hurt me on purpose. That why, even though I’m in pain right now, I still trust you, still believe you’d never hurt me on purpose. That this was an accident, and one that we’ll both make sure never happens again!”

“I SHOULD HAVE NEVER-!“

“And I should have given you your space, particularly when you asked for it. We’ve both made mistakes today, but as long as we both learn from this, we’ll be okay. Right?”

They stared at each other, each lost in their own thoughts as they acknowledged something new about each other and the situation.

The sound of Blueberry’s motorcycle interrupted their thoughts as both looked towards the driveway, the motorcycle’s headlights beaming in from a distance.

A look of fear came over Edge as he looked back towards Y/n.

“Just act natural and close the boot.”

“WHY WOULDN’T YOU-?”

“There’s no time Edge! Quick!”

Nodding, Edge quickly lowered the boot, surprising Y/n when he didn’t close it properly. Before long, the sound on another garage door rolling up and the motor rumbling close by as Blueberry most likely pulled his motorcycle alongside Edge’s car.

“EDGE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE AT THIS HOUR?” Blueberry asked brightly, somewhere nearby.

“JUST CHECKING MY CAR.” Edge’s tone was very guarded.

“is that so?” asked Stretch casually.

“IT IS ASHTRAY!”

“SO, UM, HAS Y/N APOLOGISED TO YOU YET? I KNOW THAT SHE WAS REALLY SORRY ABOUT THE PRANK EDGE.”

Edge didn’t respond and Y/n couldn’t see anything that was happening just beyond her vision.

Blueberry sighed. “LOOK, I KNOW THAT YOU’RE ANGRY WITH Y/N, BUT YOU REALLY SHOULD AT LEAST HEAR HER OUT. SHE WAS SO SAD WHEN I LAST SAW HER.”

“I-I’LL- I'LL TRY.” Edge finished weakly.

There was a moment of intense pause.

“well bro, i think it’s time we heading inside.”

“YES! PAPYRUS SAID THAT HE ALREADY MID-WAY THROUGH METTATON’S EXPANDED UNIVERSE SERIES!”

“he’s not as cool as nasptablook, is he?” Stretch asked, with a chuckle.

Blueberry scoffed, “WELL OF COURSE! NO ONE IS AS GOOD AS THAT!”

Stretch chuckled again as the sound of a garage door sliding closed, separating Blueberry’s response to hurry up.

Or at least till he apparently met Red outside.

“RED! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Blueberry asked, his voice muffled by the garage door now.

“i just went out and got somethin’ for the boss.” Replied Red’s equally muffled voice.

“OH, OKAY! WE’RE HEADING INSIDE TO WATCH MOVIES WITH PAPYRUS AND SANS. YOU TWO SHOULD JOIN US!”

“we might have to pass on that blue.”

“OH.”

“yeah. well, see’ya.”

“OKAY THEN. BYE!”

“see ya later red.” Stretch said with a smile in his tone, muffled.

There was the sound of the last garage door sliding close.

“WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!” Edge asked, opening up the boot properly.

“i was as quick as i could be boss.” Red asked, stepping into Y/n’s line of view. He smiled when their eyes meet, his expression much softer. “hey there babydoll. how ya goin'?”

“I’ve been better.” She admitted.  She looked over at Edge, who had been standing back, watching them, “But Edge’s been really helping me.”

Edge’s frown deepened.

Red held up a clear bag, a brightly coloured lolly inside. “hopefully this will heal ya more.”

“OH FOR STARS' SAKE!”

Edge reached over and grabbed the bag from Red’s hand. He quickly crushed the lolly inside with his hands (at some point he had put his gloves back), before tearing the packet open and fetching out a large piece. He pressed this piece into her hands. “EAT THIS.” He commended.

Y/n briefly looked at the piece quizzically, before quickly popping it into her mouth. She had heard that monster food had great healing properties (already the medical field had greatly benefited from working alongside monsters, all but abolishing all emergency rooms), but she knew that there were limits.

It was why she wasn’t surprised when Papyrus told her about his human friend getting sicker; monster food could only fix what was broken, not natural mutations like viruses and cancers.

Any doubt she had instantly left when the lolly simply vanished in her mouth, her aches and pains disappearing alongside it.

Laughing, she jumped up, stretching her muscles that had just been stiffening moments ago, glad to be free of her throbbing headache. Even the cut of her forehead was gone, leaving behind drying blood and flawless skin.

“why did you hide? why not speak out and have blue and stretch take you away?”

Red’s question threw her and she quickly looked up to see the two brothers watching her stretching her muscles, their expressions guarded.

“Because,” she said, slowly and carefully, “this was an accident.” She met Edge eyes seriously, “One that will never happen again.”

He nodded firmly, his arms tightly folded.

She returned her attention to Red, who was continuing to stare at her in disbelief “Edge and I talked, and I think we both understand what we did wrong, and I believe we’ll both be taking steps to make sure nothing like that happens again.” She shrugged, “Look, I can either hold a grudge over something that was obviously an emotional outburst and entirely accident, or I can learn from this and acknowledge my mistake in all this.” She looked away, “after all, it’s my fault Edge was so angry in the first place.”

She looked to Edge, “Now can I apologise to you?”

“NOT BEFORE I DO.” Edge lowered his face, reaching her eye level and shocked expression. “I- I’M.” He looked away, “I REGRET HURTING YOU Y/N. IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN.”

She chuckled, still somewhat surprised, “Can’t even say sorry, can you?”

He narrowed his eyes at her, “DON’T PRESS YOUR LUCK, PEST.”

She chuckled again, but didn’t say anything. She already knew how sorry he was; his panicked, blurted apology from earlier still rang clear in her mind.

Edge straightened, before looking over to his flabbergasted brother. “I’M STILL ANGRY AT YOU, HOWEVER.”

“boss-“

Edge narrowed his eyes at Red, who shrank into his jacket. “GO INSIDE BEFORE I THROW YOU THERE.”

Red nodded, throwing a last glance at Y/n before disappearing from sight.

“You should apologise to your brother as well.” She looked up into Edge’s scowling face, “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

Edge began to pack away the medical supplies he had used to help her, as well as the packet containing the remains of the monster lolly, throwing each item with more force than was necessary away. “HOW IS THIS ENTIRE SORRY AFFAIR NOT THE FAULT OF MY PERVERTED BROTHER?!”

“Because I’m the one who did the thing you’re angry about?” she replied, unsure. “How could you possibly believe this is Red’s fault?”

“IF HE HADN’T BROUGHT THAT REVOLTING BIKINI, YOU WOULDN’T HAVE HAD EASY ACCESS TO SUCH SHAMEFUL CLOTHING!” Edge scowled, angrily tossing away the towel he had just used to clean up her vomit to the garage floor.

She sighed, “True, but why stop there? Why not blame the guy who delivered the package, or the guy who sold it to him in the first place? How about the person who made the damn thing or the guy who grew the material? Hell, let’s blame the person who ever came up with the design first!” She looked sharply at Edge, “Or you can blame the person who physically took the bikini, tied it to the action figure that they knew you liked, and took a photo with the sole purpose of annoying you?”

They glared at each other for a time, before Edge huffed and looked away. “WELL, I’M STILL WAITING FOR MY APOLOGY.”

She smiled, “I’m sorry that I entered your room to put a bikini on your action figure and taking a picture of it. If it helps, I’ve already deleted the photo and I never sent it to anyone else.”

“GOOD!”

“Now, about that apology you owe Red?”

Edge folded his arms firmly, but didn’t say anything.

“Come on Edge. You know that you were in the wrong here too.” She looked away, “It would really mean a lot to me to see you two back to normal.”

Edge rolled his eyes, before lowering his hand before her, allowing Y/n a chance to hop on after a moment of hesitation of her part. “THIS IS NORMAL FOR US.” He muttered, levelling his hand out to his shoulder as she climbed across and settled there.

“So apologise already so that we can have dinner. Afterwards, I want to help you put together the Black Knight…if you’ll allow me to help, of course.”

“I CAN’T SEE HOW YOU COULD HELP,” Edge said, rolling up the garage door and ignoring Y/n’s hurt expression, “BUT I’LL GUESS I’LL ALLOW YOU THE CHANCE TO TRY.”

As Edge turned off the light and closed the garage door behind him, Y/n could see what appeared to be Red leaning casually against the other garage door, smiling gently. When Edge noticed him there, he stiffened, before relaxing.

“YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME, BROTHER.” He said, narrowing his eyes at Red

Red shrugged, looking over at Y/n and Edge, “i do when it matters.”

Edge looked away, refusing to make eye contact as he stood in the evening darkness, his arms folded. For Y/n, the only thing she could clearly see in the evening light was the brothers’ glowing red eye lights, yet she suspected they didn’t have the same problem.

After a while, Edge huffed and turned to look down at Red, who was smiling gently up at him. “LISTEN SA- RED. I WAS- I DIDN’T MEAN- WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY-“

Red chuckled gently, waving him off. “i get it boss. we’re good.”

Edge sighed, before turning to Y/n, “THERE! IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?!”

She laughed, “I swear, I’m still trying to understand you two.”

Red and Edge moved towards the front door, walking side by side under the starry sky.

“i wouldn’t worry so much about us or that action figure baby doll. boss had it since he was just a kid.” Red chuckled, “not the first time that guy had his head removed, is it boss?”

“ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO BRING UP WHAT I DID WHEN I WAS JUST A CHILD!? FOR STAR’S SAKE, I WAS JUST A BABY BONES!”

Red laughed, and for Y/n it was nice to see Edge smile gently, apparently at ease.

The two continued to bicker until they approached the front door’s light, falling into silence upon entering.

Red looked around the apparently empty hall, the sounds of a movie coming from the living room. “everyone else is supposed to be takin’ care of themselves for dinner tonight and watchin’ movies.” He looked up at Edge, “what me to pop out and grab you somethin’? maybe somethin’ from that italian place?”

Edge shook his head, moving to the kitchen, “IF I WANTED SOMETHING, I’D HEAD OUT FOR MYSELF.” He opened the fridge door, evaluating the contents, “I’M JUST MAKING SURE Y/N GETS SOMETHING TO EAT AND SOME WATER, BEFORE I CALL IT A NIGHT MYSELF.”

“red?” called out Sans’s voice from the dining room, “can you come here for a sec? there’s something stretch and i would like your opinion on.”

Rolling his eyes, Red sat heavily onto one of the kitchen chairs, leaning back with a sigh. “i ain’t discussin’ anything tonight except where the best place to get some fire whiskey is and where the softest places to crash are.”

“it’s not about the machine red.” Stretch called out, his voice coming from the same direction as Sans’s, “i really think you’re going to want to weigh in here.”

Growling, Red pushed himself up and moved towards the pair’s direction, muttering dark curses under his breath.

Edge, meanwhile, was digging deeper into the fridge, still searching.

“Edge, it's fine. Sans said that there was pizza for me if I wanted it. Look, there it is.” She said, pointing to the triangle piece wrapped in foil on the top shelf.

Edge scoffed, “YOU NEED A PROPER MEAL AND FRESH WATER. NOT THAT GARBAGE!”

She sighed heavily, “Edge, come on, I’m tired too. Let me just have that and you can cook a wonderful, perfect breakfast tomorrow to makeup for it.”

Before he could reply, Red poked his head in, a huge grin on his face. “Y/n?, can you come and speak with us for a quick sec?”

Red using her name alone set her on high alert, but she nodded. He moved towards her, looking from her to his brother.

Sighing, Edge raised his hand and lowered it to Red’s shoulder, allowing Y/n to hop on and off to Red. “JUST MAKE SURE SHE HAS SOMETHING TO EAT BEFORE SHE GOES TO BED.” Edge commanded, placing his other hand on his brother’s shoulder firmly.

Red nodded.

Apparently satisfied, Edge walked out of the kitchen and head for the stairs. Red followed his brother out of the kitchen and watched him disappear upstairs, before walking into the dining room.

Sans and Stretch were already sitting there, smiling when they saw her.

“Look, before you guys say whatever it is you want to me, I just want to let you know how sorry I am.”

She jumped off Red’s shoulder as he settled into a nearby chair, moving so that she could see all three of them equally. “I should have known better than to enter anyone’s room without permission and I swear that I’ve learned my lesson.” She looked away, “But what I’m most sorry about is all the harm I caused today.” She quickly turned to face them, “I swear, I didn’t mean for any of it to happen and I’m really sorry.”

Sans looked from Stretch to Red, all three of them smiling, “thanks y/n, and we do appreciate what you’ve done to help make up for your mistake today, but we were wondering if you’d be prepared to do something for us, to make it up to me, stretch and red specifically?”

“L-like what?” she asked, taking a step back as she was faced with three, mischief grins.

“we’d like if you’d come out with us and our brothers tomorrow, out of this house. we were thinking that we could all do with a break from the house and work, and have a fun day out.” 

She nodded slowly, “s-sure, I-I ca-can do th-that. Wh-where were y-you thinking?”

Sans leaned in, “the beach.”

 

Next chapter is called: ‘Fun’ in the Sun

Fan Art?! (Since when!?!)

Kanisaur- These Awesome Pics!

DragonRose- Salty Sans!

JellyBellyRulez -Awesome collarge!

Fan Stories!?! (What's happening!?)

CallMeKeef- Scared Out of Our Skin

Chapter Text

Y/n sat nervously on the front door’s window sill, watching the skeletons excitedly chat to each other as they finished packing the two cars with beach supplies. She could feel herself regretting this already, beyond tense at the prospect of leaving her home for the first since the court hearings. Yet, looking at how excitedly Papyrus and Blueberry kept waving back over at her, Sans, Stretch and Red laughing with each other as they told bad beach puns, confirmed to her that this was exactly what they needed after the drama of yesterday. Even Edge was yelling less today, what with him actually allowing Papyrus and Blueberry to help pack his car.

After Sans, Stretch, Red and Y/n had returned last night to the living room, where Papyrus and Blueberry were debating which movie was better, and told them that Y/n had agreed to go to the beach the next morning, the pair had squeed so loudly that Edge had come back down and started yelling about their excessive noise and how he should be allowed to file a noise complaint against them. Before Edge could get very far into his speech about mandatory shock collars for skeletons who received multiple noise complaints, the pair had gleefully repeated the news in admits babbling and talking over each other in their excitement, much to Edge’s very obvious shock. Edge had then looked quickly to Y/n for confirmation, before blatantly asking why she had agreed to this.  It had fallen to her to explain that she wanted to make it up to them, and that she honestly could see the value of a fun day out, particularly after the day’s…mistakes.

Why Sans, Stretch and Red had chosen the beach, of all places, was beyond her, but regardless of where they could have possibly chosen, she was bound to be this nervous.

‘How long has it been since I went to a beach?’ she thought, with a start. ‘I think it was-‘

“Y/N!”

Startled from her thoughts, she saw Papyrus and Blueberry positively beaming down at her and quite shocked that she failed to notice them approaching. All the skeletons were wearing simple tops and board shorts, but even then, Papyrus and Blueberry had managed to wear bright, eye-catching clothing.

‘I must be more tightly wound than I suspected if I didn’t see these two coming towards me.’

She thought about her bag she had decided to leave behind just for today, the raggiest shirt and pants she was currently wearing over her bikini she wasn’t confident she could pull off. Perhaps if she brought along her bag, or maybe went back inside and grab her best clothes instead, she wouldn’t be this nervous. But she was still waiting for her clothes she ordered online to come in, and after the dryer had destroyed most of her hand-made clothes-

“Y/N, ARE YOU OKAY?”

She flinched out of her thoughts again, looking up to see Papyrus and Blueberry’s expressions had changed into concern, both watching her intently.

She chuckled nervously, “Heh, I’m-I’m fine guys! Really!”

Neither one of them looked convinced.

Hoping to distract them, she asked, “What did you guys want from me? Need me to help pack?”

“OH! NO, WE’RE OKAY! WE’RE WERE JUST WONDERING WHICH CAR YOU WANTED TO TRAVEL IN?”

Y/n looked from Blueberry’s eager face to Papyrus’s, “Oh, well I hadn’t thought-“

“OH PLEASE SAY YOU’LL COME WITH ME!” Blueberry asked, literal stars in his eyes.

“COME WITH US.” corrected Papyrus, narrowing his eyes at Blueberry.

She chuckled, her tension briefly leaving as she watched Blueberry swiftly turn to stare up at Papyrus, attempting to match his height. “OF COURSE…PAPYRUS. WITH US.” He turned to smile at Y/n, “HOWEVER, IF ONE OF US IS DRIVING, THEN IT ONLY MAKES LOGICAL SENSE THAT SOMEONE NEEDS TO KEEP Y/N COMPANY! AND SINCE I’M NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE MY MOTORCYCLE-“

“If you two are going to fight like this, I’ll go with Edge and in his car.” Y/n chastised, folding her arms.

They both gasped in horror.

“NO! WE’LL BE ON OUR BEST BEHAVIOUR!”

“LOOK! WE’RE GETTING ALONG SO WELL!”

In the next instance, Blueberry leapt into Papyrus arms, who proceeded to spin them both in circles. It ended with Blueberry and Papyrus slinging an arm over each other shoulder, throwing the other out with flair.

“SEE?!” cried Blueberry, forcing his biggest smile, “WE’RE GETTING ALONG!”

“BEST BEACH BUDDIES!” Papyrus added, matching Blueberry smile.

“you two should have just waved.” called out Sans, Stretch and Red snickering beside him.

“IF ANYONE PUNS IN MY CAR WHILE I AM DRIVING, THEY WILL BE VIOLENTLY CAST OUT FROM IT!” yelled Edge, slamming his boot shut.

“sounds like we’d be on a roll.” Stretch grinned, putting out his cigarette

Edge wheeled on him, pointing, “I MEAN IT ASHTRAY! GIVE ME JUST ONE REASON-!”

“Guess that means we’re ready to go.“ Y/n interrupted, standing swiftly.

Quickly, she put her arms behind her back, hiding her clenched hands, willing her heart and her breathing to slow.

‘Don’t ruin this for them! You trust them, yes? Then trust that you’ll be back, that they’ll keep you safe and try to relax!’

“SO, DOES THAT MEAN YOU WANT TO GO IN MY CAR?” asked Papyrus, his hands brought up to his face in hopeful anticipation.

She shrugged, “Sure.” She looked past them to see Edge watching for a distance, “Assuming that’s okay with you Edge?”

“IT’S PERFECTLY FINE.” Edge said through clenched fang, swiftly turning away.

“I’ll ride in your car on the way back, how does that sound?” she asked, noticing his tense posture.

“THAT’S NOT-“ he stopped himself with a sigh of frustration. Instead, he pointed to Blueberry, “BE ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOUR, BABY BONES!”

“WHAT’S THE SUPPOSE TO MEAN!?” cried out Blueberry, indigent.

“EXACTLY WHAT IT MEANS, YOU SCHEMING LITTLE-

“alright edge, that’s enough.” Stretch interpreted, striding towards him and his car. When he reached it, he cheekily smiled over at Edge, leaning heavily on the bonnet. “shotgun?” he asked, quirking his brow.

“forget it ashtray, ain’t no one but me rides up front in boss’s car.” Red smirked, suddenly appearing in the front passenger seat

“guess that means you’re with us kid.” Sans smiled at her, slowly coming towards her.

“Guess so.” she agreed.

As Sans stood next to his brother, Blueberry quickly lowered a hand before her, stars still in his eyes. When she stepped onto his bare palm, she couldn't notice the subtle flinch and giggle that came from him.

‘Guess he hardly ever takes off his gloves, seeing as how he’s this ticklish.’

Before long, she clung to Blueberry’s shoulder as he skipped behind Papyrus and Sans, walking towards Papyrus's packed, red sports car.

“BUCKLE UP!” Papyrus said cheerfully from the front seat as everyone settled in.

“How?” she asked, looking around her from Blueberry’s shoulder

Everyone stopped, looking at each other.

“WE-WE CAN’T LEAVE TILL EVERYONE’S BUCKLED IN.” Papyrus said quietly, looking worried, “IT’S THE LAW.”

“I CAN ALWAYS HOLD YOU!” offered Blueberry, a slight blush on his cheeks.

*HONK HONK!* Came the sound from Edge’s car, right behind them.

She sighed, “Look, as long as you aren’t doing wheelies or taking sharp turns really fast, I should be fine sitting on the parcel shelf, right?”

Papyrus gasped, turning around from the front seat to stare, offended at her, “Y/N! I WOULD NEVER BE SO RECKLESS!”

She smiled, “I know, that’s why I’m saying it shouldn’t be an issue.”

Papyrus and Blueberry looked at each other, concern etched on their skulls.

*HONK! HOONK!*

“you auto know better than to test edge’s suspension like this paps.” grinned Sans, playfully nudging him.

Papyrus's only response was to cling to his steering wheel tighter.

“Okay, I’ve decided I’m risking it!”

Before Blueberry could stop her, she leapt from his shoulder and made her way to the parcel shelf, sitting down stubbornly.

“BUT Y/N!” cried Blueberry, looking really disappointed.

“If we don’t leave soon, Edge will probably start ramming our car. Is that safer?”

Papyrus watched her from the rear-view mirror, still obviously concerned.

“paps, don’t worry, she’s tough. remember what we said yesterday?” Sans said gently, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

Gently, she smiled at his reflected eyes, “It’s okay Papyrus, I trust your driving capabilities.”

He looked at her for a long seconded, before nodding, starting up the engine.

Y/n quickly looked behind her as the car began to move forward, watching her house shirking at an alarming rate. Already she wanted to go home, to make something up so that the cars would turn around and she could sneak back inside, maybe hide out in the attic for a few days.

“Y/N! ISN’T THIS EXCITING!” cried Blueberry, spinning around in his seat to look at her.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled and turned to face him. “Of course it is! Tell me, what’s the first thing you’re going to do when we get there?”

Blueberry’s eyes lit up, “WELL, THERE VERY FIRST THING THAT ANY PROPER MONSTER SHOULD DO WOULD BE TO LOCATE THE VERY BEST SPOT ON THE BEACH!”

“I AGREE!” added Papyrus eagerly, eyes firmly on the road, “AND WE’LL NEED TO GET SURE WE GET THERE IN GOOD TIME, OTHERWISE ALL THE BEST SPOTS WILL ALREADY BE TAKEN!”

“What makes a good spot?” she asked, hoping to keep the attention off her and her growing feeling of estrangement.

Blueberry beamed, lifting his head confidently. “IT’S ALL ABOUT WHERE THE SEA IS AND WHERE OTHER PEOPLE SEAT THEMSELVES UP ARE-“

“IT’S ALSO ABOUT WHERE THE CAR PARKS ARE, NEARBY SHOPS AND SHOWERS-“ Papyrus added quickly.

“I’M JUST ABOUT TO GET TO THOSE!

“BUT YOU DIDN’T MENTION THEM FIRST!”

“THAT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE IMPORTANT, BUT NOT AS IMPORTANT AS MEASURING THE PRECISE DISTANCE FROM THE SAND TO THE SEA-“

“WHICH YOU CAN ONLY DO ONCE YOU NARROWED THE POSSIBLE CHOICES DOWN BY-“

Y/n sighed, smiling gently as she turned back to see her home, now nothing but random bits of colour through the trees. She still felt wrong, unnerved and unsettled, and that feeling was only growing stronger as the car drove away.

“y/n?” called Sans, looking around his chair to look at her. “you okay kid?”

She turned back around only when she finally lost sight of her home, and called out, smiling. “Of course!”

He looked at her for awhile, before reaching his hand out to her, “wanna ride shotgun for awhile?”

“SANS! Y/N WANTED TO SIT AT THE BACK WITH ME!” cried Blueberry, his attention brought instantly back to her.

“how long has it been since you’ve ridden shotgun in a car, y/n?” Sans asked, grinning at Blueberry.

“It’s been awhile.” She admitted.

Blueberry looked conflicted, but didn’t say anything as Y/n leapt for Sans hand, bringing her to his shoulder that squared off with Papyrus’s.

Once settled, she turned to face a disheartened Blueberry, smiling. “Isn’t this better? Now I can talk to everyone without having to shout.”

“YEAH.” He replied, without any real energy. Then he seemed to think of something because he quickly brightened, “YEAH! IT IS PRETTY GREAT!”

“THIS WHOLE DAY IS GOING TO BE BETTER THAN GREAT! IT’S GOING TO BE THE GREATEST GREAT DAY WITH THE GREATEST SKELETONS AND GREATEST BITTY THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS EVER KNOWN EVER HAD!”

As the two went backwards and forwards proclaiming just how great and magnificent the day was going to be, Sans leaned in towards Y/n’s back, and asked in a low voice, “y/n, are you sure you’re doing okay? we can always turn around, if you want?”

She shook her head slowly, turning to stare at the bright eye-light behind her. “No, it’s fine. I think I’m okay now.”

In truth, the panicked feelings of dread wasn’t as strong as it had been before, and with every passing moment, she grew calmer. Now she felt herself settling and it allowed her to actually look forward to today with mild interest instead of dread. It was an oddly numbing feeling of detachment to herself and her surrounds, far more comforting than the all-consuming wrongness that she had being feeling as she watched her home disappear into the distance.

~*~

After everyone arrived at the beach car parking lot, carrying all the beach supplies with them as they moved as a group towards the sea, Y/n sat on Sans’s shoulder, and watched as they made their way towards the beach.

The trip had taken many hours, and was most defiantly the furthest she had ever been to her house since the court hearing (which had been held in the nearby town). The beach was oddly beautiful, and it had been forever since she had last seen it in person; the cool, salty air playing with her hair, the sun on her skin and the sound of gulls and people playing before her, brought back pleasant memories of the time she had with her family.

Only the signs that greeted her spoiled her mood.

A hollow human figure that was crossed out stood before the path that lead towards the side of the beach that was open. Meanwhile, the remaining path also had a hollow figure, but with a tick instead, leading towards the fenced off section of the beach, with an adjacent café and shops attached directly to the fenced-off section. A pane of glass wall separated the two sections.

‘Bitty Laws.’ Y/n thought, eyeing both signs indifferently.

Luckily, the skeletons were already moving beyond it, paying the signs little attention as Papyrus and Blueberry rushed ahead in search of the perfect spot in the open section. Edge lagged behind them, yelling instructions at them while trying to appear like he had nothing to do with them. The three remaining brothers and Y/n slowly followed, talking about their car trips and plans for today.

“wonder what’s with the wall?” asked Red, pointing to the glass wall as the small group passed its starting point.

Before anyone could answer him, there was a cry of “Freedom!” as a bitty boy in yellow board shorts crawled out from a deep tunnel in the sand that snaked out from underneath the glass wall, before running quickly towards the sea.

“whoa, hold up.” Sans said, his eye flashing blue as he lifted the boy back towards them and left him hovering in the air.

The boy violently kicked mid-air, swinging his fits while glaring at them, “Let me go right now! This isn’t fair!”

“Apollo! You naughty boy!”

Everyone turned to see a cobra monster slither her way towards the group, coming from the direction of the nearest café on the other side of the wall where the other monsters looked on. Her fanged smile was apologetic before her slitted eyes flashed as she looked at the squirming bitty boy still hovering in Sans’s magic.

“And just where do you think you’re going?!” she cried, folding her scally arms, her hood flaring.

“I’m going to play in the real ocean, where all the other children are allowed to play!” the boy yelled, still thrashing in mid-air and trying desperately to get free once more.

The cobra monster sighed and relaxed her hood, before leaning across the glass wall with her arm outstretched, where Sans lowered the boy onto her waiting hand. Before the boy could make another dash for freedom, the cobra monster trapped him between her hands, whereupon he started bitting her scaled hands.

“Keep that up Apollo, and we’ll go home right now!”

Apollo stilled, before sagging in her hands, tears building in the corners of his eyes. “It’s not fair.” He mumbled.

The cobra’s expression fell, as she raised him to her face, nuzzling him with her snout. “I know it’s not,” she cooed softly, “but it’s for your own safety. What do you think I would do if I lost you to the ocean?”

“I-I don’t know.” Apollo cried softly, glaring at the sea.

“I would cry and cry, and I would be so very sad for a very, very long time. I would miss you every second, my little ray of sunlight.”

Apollo whipped his eyes, before looking into her softly glowing ones, "Re-really?"

She nodded, her own eyes tearing over.

“I’d- I’d miss you too mummy.”

Her eyes warmed, “do you promise to be a good boy then?”

“…yes.”

She chuckled, tickling him with her forked tongue before moving him to her shoulder, “That’s my sunshine.” She seemed to remember the skeleton group, as she quickly looked away from Apollo sulking on her shoulder to once again smile apologetically at them, “Oh, where are my manners, “ she offered her hand to Sans, who was closest while smiling at everyone else, “I’m Pungi, and this little ray of sunlight is Apollo, my son.” She smiled at them, her eyes quickly focusing on Y/n. “Oh, I have never seen an adult bitty before!” She quickly extended a pinky towards her, “Hello little one! What is your name?”

Y/n took the pinky gingerly, shaking it numbly, “Hello Pungi, I’m Y/n.”

Pungi beamed, flashing all her fangs, “It’s very nice to meet you! Although,” she looked quizzically around the group, “I am more than a little surprised to see you on that side of the wall. Shouldn’t you be on this side, with your family?”

“why?” asked Stretch, leaning over the wall while subtly filling in the tunnel Apollo had made.

Sans answered, “it’s a bitty activity centre, designed for the exclusive use of bitties and their families. they’re specifically built to give bitty families a safe and private space from the elements, animals and other people.” Sans shrugged, “guess we didn’t see the signs. oh well.”

“But- but that side has a total ban against bittes!”  Pungi look around the group, “You could risk losing your adoption rights as her guardian!”

Red scoffed behind Sans as he shrugged again, “i’m sure we’ll be fine.”

Pungi looked confused, before gesturing behind her, “If you’re worried about her safety, I can assure you that this place is very well designed with plenty of activities!”

Y/n looked behind her to see that the place really was well designed, with wide open spaces for different actives in the sand. Whoever had designed this had done their best to incorporate the experience of a day at the beach while maintaining maximum safety. A huge protective net protected the playing bitty children below it while their monster parents sat outside the cafés, watching them happily. There were a number of shallow pools and playground equipment that many bitty children were running around in. There were also many other sections that allowed the monster children to play with their adoptive bitty siblings; playgrounds that allowed children of various sizes to play side by side. As she watched, she saw a bat-like monster child watching from the sidelines as an insect-like monster child ran around in circles with their bitty sibling riding their head. When the two saw the bat monster watching them, the insect monster walked over and offered the grinning bitty to the bat monster, who eventually joined in the running game.

The whole area created a pleasant, warm and welcoming feelings; a harmonious, loving experience as these unique families just enjoying the beach in a safe environment.

Apollo scoffed and Pungi narrowed her eyes at him. “Not ten minutes ago you were praising this place, telling me how you never wanted to leave and how many new friends you were making.”

“But that was before you told me that I couldn’t go to the ocean when all the human children can!”

Taking a deep breath, Pungi continued, looking back at Sans, “Despite what my son thinks, this place has plenty family fun activities, space for a private family gathering if you prefer or the many other monster families to talk to, myself included, of course!” She beamed, gesturing at Apollo, “Best of all, it’s a bitty-leash free zone, so she doesn’t need to wear one while she’s in here.”

Y/n looked away, the hollow feeling in her chest aching slightly.

“a what?” asked Red, his voice low.

Pungi looked confused, “A bitty leash? The harness that goes around their chests with the long leashes attached at the back?” She looked at each skeleton's tight expression, “The thing they have to wear while out in public for their safety, in accordance to Bitty Law?”

“whelp,” Red said, moving to pluck Y/n off Sans shoulder before moving her to his, “I think we’ve had enough of talkin’ about useless shit.” He turned and walked towards Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge’s set-up in the distance, calling over his shoulder, “we’ll be over here, on the side of ‘who gives a fuck about retarded bitty laws’, if anyone needs us.”

Y/n could hear Sans and Stretch hurriedly saying their goodbyes before they quickly jogged to walk alongside Red, looking at her with concern.

Before they could say anything, however, Red spoke up, “actually guys, do yer mind if ya give us some space?” he tugged at the collar he always wore around his neck, “wanted to have a private ‘leash-to-leash’ here.”

They both nodded slowly, allowing Red to fall behind as they walked ahead, throwing a quick glance at Y/n before moving on.

“how ya doin’ babydoll?” Red asked, facing forwards.

She shrugged, “Same as always. Not my first time hearing that I’m a pet without a collar.”

He quickly looked at her, before looking away, “you’ve had to put up with that shit before?”

“Humans are so much worse.” She simply said, remembering every interaction she had since becoming a bitty. “Especially since I can remember how I used to be treated. Just part of my new life as a bitty with her memories intact.” When she noticed that Red had stopped, looking at her with such concern, she couldn’t help but stroke his cheek, “I’m okay Red, really.” She grinned “At leash I’ve got you all by my side.”

Red gave a barking laugh before he could help himself, with Y/n quietly chuckling along with him. After he recovered, he beamed at her “well, ya know you can always collar out if yer ever need me to get ya out shitty situations like that, right?”

“Yeah.” She replied shyly, absent-mindedly tracing a part of Red’s collarbone that his tank top failed to cover, following one of the deeper cracks she could see with her finger.

Red flinched and she quickly withdrew her hand.

“Sorry.” She mumbled, “I didn’t mean to over-step my boundaries there.”

Red looked flushed, looking away while coughing to clear his throat “don’t-don’t worry about it.” He turned to look at her, “i’m just a bit sensitive. not use to soft touches, thats’all.”

She nodded, pulling herself closer to his neck and some securely on the backpack strap he had slung over one arm, over his tank top. “I’ll keep my hands to myself then.”

“that’s not what i-“

“Hey Red, “ she asked, moving her spine away from one of the spikes on Red’s collar that had been jabbing her, “why do you wear a collar all the time then? Do monsters also have leash laws?”

When he didn’t immediately reply, she quickly amended, “Sorry, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

Red still didn’t say anything, continuing his slowed pace towards the others. Just as she felt like she had crossed yet another line (yesterday still clear in her mind), she opened her mouth to apologise again, only for Red to speak over her.

“it-it makes me feel safe.”

“Safe?”

He turned to look at her, “that’s all i’m going to say kid.”

She nodded quickly and looked away.

By now, they were close enough to the set-up to see that Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge were just putting on the final touches and close enough to hear all the skeletons ideally talking to each other about specific activities they wanted to do today. They had all taken off their shirts and shoes (except Edge, who seemed to be keeping his tank top on), their towels and various belongs setup and laying in various forms of organised.

Only, Papyrus had taken more than his shirt and shoes off.

“What are you wearing?!” Y/n asked, her mouth agape as she stared at him.

Papyrus looked down at the tuxedo speedo he had been wearing under his board shorts in confusion. “WHAT’S WRONG WITH WHAT I AM WEARING?” He bent over to check them over, effectively mooning her and Red, “CAN YOU SEE THE TAG OR SOMETHING?”

Sans laughed as Y/n tried hiding her grin and Red looked away complaining under his breath “oh jeez paps, really didn’t need to fuckin’ see that.”, before grinning at his brother, “nah, you're fine paps, i’m sure they’re just jealous that they haven’t got the bod to pull that look off.”

“THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT!” Beamed Papyrus, flexing and grinning cheekily at Y/n while wiggling his eyebrows.

While Edge rolled his eyes as he violently stabbed the last beach umbrella stand into the sand, Blueberry scoffed and walked up to Papyrus in his bright board shorts. “OH PLEASE! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THE MAGNIFICENT BLUEBERRY HAS THE HOTTEST BOD!” He turned to grin at Y/n as well, flexing “WHAT DO YOU THINK Y/N? AM I A REAL MAN OR WHAT?”

“YOU’RE A REAL IDIOT, THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE!” screeched Edge, walking to stand on the other side of Papyrus as Y/n quickly hide her face behind Red’s unamused skull. Edge posed, “YOU TWO WEAK CREAMPUFFS COULD NEVER HOPE TO COMPARE TO MY FLAWLESS VISAGE!” He began to flex nonchalant, looking casually at Y/n’s direction “ONE MIGHT SAY I HAVE THE VISAGE OF A GOD!” he glared at Red. “ISN’T THAT RIGHT…BROTHER?”

“er..”

When Edge took a step towards Red, he quickly backed up, waving his hands, “su-sure thing boss! no fuckin’ competition!”

“Um, excuses me?”

Pungi waited off to the side with Apollo still on her shoulder (although now wearing a bitty leash), looking at the three posing and flexing skeletons (who were frozen at the being of what was sure to be another argument), both completely unsure what they had just walked into.

Stretch lowered his glass and looked over at her from his lounging position next to Sans, in the sun, “hey again apollo, pungi. what can we do for you?”

Pungi shook herself, before looking quickly at her son (who was still staring at the posing skeletons like they were the strangest things he had ever seen) “Oh, um, I just wanted to apologise.” She looked over at Y/n and Red, “I feel that I insulted you earlier and I’m sorry.”

Y/n waved her off, truly feeling like she hadn’t been insulted, “Don’t worry about it.”

“And yet I am, so I wanted to come over and apologise properly” She sighed heavily, “I can’t say I understand why you’re risking your guardianship, but I can respect your decision to do so.” She dug into her shoulder-strap bag, pulling out a bottle, which she moved towards Red to hand him.

Y/n and Red looked down to see it was just a bottle of sunscreen.

While Red continued to stare at it, Y/n looked up, confused. “Thank you?”

Pungi smiled, “If there is one thing I wish someone told me, it would be how delicate human and bitty skin is.”

“You should have seen how red I got this one time!” beamed Apollo, standing on Pungi’s shoulder, posing, “I was almost as red as my dad! It was really painful afterwards though.”

Pungi gestured to the bottle, “I wasn’t sure if your skeleton family knew anything about skin care and I wanted to give you something as an excuse to come over and say sorry.”

By now, the rest of the family had gathered around Red, looking at the bottle as well, leaving Y/n to smile at Pungi. “Thank you for the sunscreen. In truth, I sort of forgot about it myself, so I’m glad I don’t have to add ‘red’ to my ‘rare, adult bitty’ description.”

Pungi chuckled with a hiss while Apollo rushed to her other shoulder, the one that was closer to Y/n, his long leash trailing after him. “You’re very tall and pretty for a bitty. I- I didn’t know we could grow up.”

Blueberry came rushing forward then, stars in his eyes, “I KNOW, RIGHT?! AND SHE’S ALSO SUPER SMART AND SUPER NICE!”

“Okay, that’s enough Apollo. Leave the poor lady alone.” Pungi looked away from her son to slightly bow her head at Y/n, “well, I hope you have a fun day with your family.”

Papyrus came rushing over, eagerly grabbing one of Pungi’s hands and shaking it vigorously, “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR GIFT! IT WAS VERY THOUGHTFUL AND SO NICE OF YOU!”

“It’s nothing really, but I am glad you like it!” beamed Pungi, matching Papyrus’s vigour. After Papyrus let go of her hand, she waved at them, turning to leave. “It was nice to meet you all!”

Apollo nodded enthusiastically, still staring at Y/n, “Yeah! It was fun to meet an adult bitty for a change!”

Pungi slithered away, back towards the glass wall, with Apollo waving goodbye the whole way. Papyrus and Blueberry were still waving, long after Sans and Stretch had stopped.

Edge looked over the sunscreen he had taken from Red, with a thoughtful expression, “THE BOTTLE SAYS THAT IT SHOULD BE APPLIED TO THE WHOLE SKIN AREA, EVERY HOUR.”

Y/n lept off Red’s shoulder and landed on top of the cooler, before turning to face Edge, her hand out, “Mind if you gave me some?”

Taking off her shirt and shorts, leaving her in her bikini, Y/n waited as Edge squeezed some sunscreen into her hands. She quickly applied it to her skin, sitting down to apply it evenly to her legs before rubbing it into her arms and chest. She struggled to reach her back, however, and looked around for someone to help her out. “Could one of you-“ she stopped, realising that all eye lights were focused on her. “Is everything okay?” she asked slowly, noticing the many blushing colours and quickly turining heads.

‘Maybe it’s a lack of skin thing? Maybe they’re repulsed by it?’

Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, she quickly pulled her top and shorts back on.

“Nevermind” she mumbled.

While the rest of the family struggled to look at anything in particular, Red dumped his backpack onto the sand, striding towards her with his hand out. After a brief moment of hesitation on her part, Red lifted her to his shoulder, whereupon he turned to face the others. “welp, i bags the first hour with y/n.”

“WHAT! NO FAIR!!” complained Blueberry, still blue cheeked as he puffed his cheeks out in Red’s direction.

“Bags?” Y/n asked, looking at Red. “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“YEAH! Y/N WANTS TO COME WITH ME AND BUILD SANDCASTLES!” Blueberry proudly proclaimed.

“AWW,” sulked Papyrus, kicking around the sand, “I WANTED TO DO THAT WITH Y/N.”

“YOU FOOLS REALLY THINK SHE WOULD LEAVE HER HOUSE JUST TO PLAY IN THE SAND ALL DAY?!” Edge stood taller, “OBVIOUSLY SHE WANTS TO TEST HER SKILLS AGAINST THESE HAPLESS HUMANS! FOR DOMINANCE OVER THIS PETTY BEACH AND PROVE HER SUPERIORITY TO THESE WEAK WEAKLINGS!”

“i think she could do with a nice relaxing sunbath in the warm sand.” Stretch winked at her, over his tinted sunglasses, “maybe get some vitamin sea later.”

Sans sighed heavily, looking over at her with a tight smile, “guess you could say it’s a shore thing that we all want to spend the day with you kid.”

“Really?” she asked in disbelief, looking around.

They all nodded.

Rubbing the back of her head, she shrugged, “Well, I guess I do need to keep applying sunscreen every hour, so I guess I can hang out with everyone at least once today.“ She looked around the group, smiling, “besides, it’ll give me an opportunity to experience different things. It has been awhile since I was last at a beach.”

“exactly, and that’s why yer spendin’ the first hour with me.”

Before anyone could stop him, Red was walking off and away from the others, who were in various forms of disappointment and complaining.

Y/n leaned back on Red’s shoulder, “Okay Red, you’ve kidnapped me first, so it better be good. What type of activity does a guy like you enjoy at the beach?”

Red stopped, looking over at her with a sly grin, “we’re going to have the type of fun that baby blue and cinamon roll would never approve of.”

~*~

“Hey Red, you’ve got another looker.”

Red followed Y/n’s pointing finger to see a burly man flat out staring at him. Cocking his eyebrow at the guy and lowering his tinted sunglasses, he called out to him, “hey there pal, there are 265 bones in the human body.“ Red winked at the guy, trailing a hand down his body, “want one of mine to go with?”

The man’s face twisted into disgust, before he hurriedly moved away, taking his belongs with him.

Red and Y/n chuckled together, as he continued to walk further along the beach, towards the side that appeared to have been claimed by humans. While there were no rules about segregation, it didn’t stop the humans and monsters splitting themselves up. In fact, Y/n thought, looking back to just see where her friends had set up, they appeared to be set up right on the imaginary borderline between the two groups.

Which was perfect, as Red explained, because it meant he could do what he considered fun; playing with the ‘lookers’.

“I still can’t believe you go searching for reactions like that.” Y/n said, still sitting on his shoulder.

Red shrugged, “humans get so sensitive over harmless shit and not many of them can take a joke.” He lifted his head to look at her, “i told ya; you don’t react the way other humans do.”

“Oh? And what I am I suppose to say?”

Red cleared his voice, before speaking in a high, annoying tone, “eww gross! a walking corpse is hittin’ on me! get it away from me!”

Y/n snorted loudly, drawing the startled attention of a woman sunbathing close by. When Red noticed that she didn’t look away, staring agape at Y/n holding her sides, he turned to face her with a grin as he began to lift his tank top. “you know, i’m just dying to see how yer look when i’m naked.”

“Oh hell no!” shrieked the women, leaping up and running away without a backwards glance at her things.

Y/n fell off Red’s shoulder, unable to keep her balance as she struggled to breathe in between her fits of laughter. As she convulsed on the sand, Red dropped himself next to her, grinning from ear to ear.

She struggled to her hands and knees, the feeling of a stitch firmly established on her side, as Red leaned over her, beaming. “hey, little prankster? check this out.”

Curious, Y/n lifted her head to see Red jerking his thumb towards a lady pretending to read a book while staring at Red’s back. As Y/n watched, the umbrella covering her was encased in a red glow, slowly shifting off to the side and exposing her to the sun. The lady flinched at the sudden exposure, before lifted herself from her lounging position, looking from the umbrella to Red’s shaking shoulders before glaring at the umbrella again. With effort, she learned as far as she could, fiddling with the stand till the umbrella swung back into its previous position. With a satisfied smile, she settled back into her previous position and opened her book too, once again, stare at Red.

Grinning at Y/n’s snickers, Red’s eye flashed red behind his tinted sunglasses and the umbrella swung away once again.

This time, the lady stood up, angrily dumping her book on top of her towel, before marching over to the umbrella and forcefully moving it back into position and firmly tighten all the adjustments savagely. With a huff, she threw himself back down, glaring at Red for a while before picking up her book for the second time.

Y/n looked away from the lady to see Red grinning down at her, watching.

She folded her arms, grinning cheekily up at him with a challenging smile, “You’re not really going to do the same thing again, are you Red? Surely you can do better than that.”

Red’s smile sharpened and something passed through his eyes, before he spun around on the sand, laying on his side to face the lady.

“hey baby, it looks like yer havin’ trouble getting into that book of yours. how about ya forget about the books and be my story instead?” He trailed a hand along the length of his body, “i’ll be your climax.”

The lady gaged, flinging her book away as she ran away, shrieking in terror.

“what do you know, got the girl to move in only three moves.” He cocked an eyebrow at her as he rolled over, “what to try and top that prankster?”

She shook her head “I think I’m done with pranks for a while.”

She didn’t feel like she had to explain why.

Red shrugged and dropped himself back into the sand, his hands behind his head. “look, i know that things are a bit tense now, but don’t expect me to believe the bitty responsible for the pink still on my coccyx is going to stop just like that.”

Y/n snorted; the mental image of Red’s pink tailbone forced a laugh out of her before she knew it. Still grinning, she climbed up the side of his shirt, to sit smiling on his chest.

“Yea, well, for a guy who had no problem flirting with total strangers, you don’t react the right way when someone flirts with you.”

Red cocked his eyebrow at her, “you think so?”

She grinned, laying back on her back, her hands behind her head, “Do you sleep on your stomach Red?”

“no?” replied Red, obviously confused.

“Can I?”

Red chuckled, his rib cage jostling her around with the motion, a slight blush on his cheeks. After he settled, he poked her stomach, making her turn to face him, indigent. “there shore are a lot of fish in the sea, but you’re the one i want to mount.”

“Pfft! That’s terrible!” she laughed, pushing away his finger.

“see, right there? that’s not how yer suppose to react when a jerk gives ya bad pick up lines.”

“Opps, my bad. How’s this?” Grinning, she cleared her voice before talking in a high, annoying tone, “Eww gross! A walking corpse is hitting on me! Somebody save me!”

Red laughed so hard that Y/n almost slide off his chest, her own bust of laughter doing little to help her balance.

After awhile, they fell into a comfortable silence, both enjoy the sea breeze that drifted over them, the sun bathing their bodies. Y/n especially enjoyed the gentle rhythm of Red’s breathing moving her up and down, lulling her to sleep.

Just as she was giving some serious thought to taking a nap, Red asked, “are you okay babydoll?”

She flipped on her stomach to see Red looking at her, his bright eye lights barely visible through his tinted glasses. Noticing her confused expression, he explained, “it’s no secret that you were more than nervous about this trip, yet ya seem relaxed?”

She didn’t understand why that should confuse him, but she flipped back over onto her back, shrugging. “I mean, I know I was dreading leaving the house, but I’ve felt oddly calm since I got here, so I think I'm okay?”

“you’re not at all feelin’ tense? strange? odd?”

She looked down at her clothes, seeing the bright bitty bikini through her raggy plain clothes.

After a while, she admitted, “Well, I-I have been feeling a little strange, almost like this is all some sort of dream I’m just viewing.” She shrugged again before rushing on, “I-I don’t know, maybe I’m a little self-conscious about the bikini.” She quickly sat up, bringing her knees to her chest, before quickly amending “I mean, I'm not used to having no backpack and convenient vents to disappear into.”

She felt Red poking her back, but she refused to turn around, instead, glaring at the sea. She didn’t like the fact that the thing that had been her constant since arriving, her feeling of estrangement and diminishment, was brought to her forethoughts when she had been trying to keep it back.

This was not she had been prepared for. Where was the panic, the paranoia and dread from this morning?

Red sighed behind her, “babydoll, you’re the cutest thing on this entire beach, so i don’t get why yer feeling all self-conscious.”

She smiled, but didn’t bother to turn around to face him for his tease. “Cutest doll on the beach. But really, who can compare to a bitty in small clothes?”

“that’s not-“

“Hey! Corpse Fucker!”

They looked over to see the book lady from before hiding behind a very muscular man, both of their expressions twisted in loathing and repugnance.

The man pointed a finger at Red, “Leave my girl alone and stop messing her with your unnatural powers!”

“Yeah! Don’t think I didn’t see you freaky magic touching my things!” shrieked the lady.

Red shrugged and settled back into his previous position. “whelp, i guess i better apologise then.” He lowered his glasses as he stared up at the lady, unimpressed, “you’re a lot smarter than i was givin’ ya credit for.”

The lady swelled in anger, “How dare you!”

The man reached for Red, but pointed red bones suddenly sprung up from the sand, their pointed tips aimed at the pair.

“buddy, you better think awfully hard about your next move.” Red rolled his head to the side and lifted his glasses, revealing his one, red flaming eye that enhanced his malicious grin. “because yer really don't want to see me pissed.”

The two stood froze, fear making them both shaking.

Y/n patted Red’s ribcage till he looked over at her, “Red, stop. This isn’t worth getting in trouble for.” She looked at them flatly, “They’re not worth it.”

Red searched her expression, till eventually both his eye lights returned to normal and the bones vanished.

The couple quickly fled back to their stuff, grabbing everything they could, as quickly as they could. Before they left, the lady turned and spat at them, “You sick, pedo-monster! How dare you dress your little fuckdoll in a bikini and come to a public beach together, like it’s fucking normal!!”

A bone suddenly raised up from the sand, tripping the lady and making her drop everything she had been carrying as she fell, sprawled in the sand.  She took one look at Red sitting up from the sand, his hand out, before picking herself up and bolting for the car park, leaving behind all of her belongings as she ran after her fleeing boyfriend.

Y/n kept holding on to Red’ tank top, his sudden rise startling her as she clung to his shirt. Looking around, she saw how quickly they were drawing the eye of everyone else at the beach, with many phones out and recording. Fearing that this could easily get worse, she quickly climbed up to his shoulder, gently patting the side of his head. He indicated that he felt her, but didn’t take his eyes off the car quickly peeling off in the distance.

“Come on Red, let’s head back.”

He didn’t respond.

She tapped him again, harder this time, “Please.”

He nodded, slowly standing, before walking back towards their set-up, some distance away. He ignored all the phones pointed at his back, and the humans were smart enough to quickly flee out of his path.

Y/n sat awkwardly on his shoulder, the tension of their encounter with the douche couple spoiling the pleasant mood they had before. She could feel waves of tension rolling off Red, his playful, prankster mood was nowhere to be found now.

And dammit if she didn’t miss it! She had a real riot, laughing with the shameless flirt as they trolled the beach.

“fuckin’ humans ruining everything.” muttered Red, glaring at a kid that ran away squealing the moment he saw him.

Deciding she wanted to try something, she responded “Not everything.”, as she looked around.

Red stopped to stare at her, humourlessly.

She grinned, pointing to an old woman blatantly staring at them. “Mind getting closer to the lady so that I can tell her that her boobs need to stop staring me in the eyes?”

~*~

FanArt (Again?!?)

Jelly- Plushies and your fav bitty!

Burn4All- Edge and Y/n (awww)

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~*~

The shameless pair continued to walk back to the others, but made sure to flirt with every looker that wouldn’t stop staring at them. They took turns flirting with the lookers, laughing like idiots at the numerous splutters, red faces and flat-out denials that saw more than one human running away.

When they saw their group of distinctive skeleton monsters sitting by the sea’s shoreline, a short distance away from their set-up, Red walked towards them, casting one final wink to another couple who were about to set up nearby. For some reason, they decided to move on.

As Red approached, they saw Papyrus and Blueberry were busy putting the final touches on their large and obviously competitive sandcastles. Stretch was off to the side of Blueberry, buried up to his chest in the sand, and Sans waved back at them as he sunbathed from back at the set-up as Red look at him, questioningly.

“where boss?” asked Red, stopping near Stretch with his hands in his boardshorts pockets, looking around.

Stretch shrugged, “think i saw him running up and down the beach, saying something about scoping out targets and proper exercise challenges.” He focused his attention on Y/n with a smile, “hiya y/n.”

“HI Y/N!” beamed Blueberry beside Stretch, waving a spade shovel around.

Papyrus waved too, “Y/N! COME JUDGE OUR CASTLES, WHEN YOU GET THE TIME, OF COURSE!”

But Y/n only had eyes for a pair of skeleton legs buried in the sand on the other side on Papyrus, kicking in the breeze.

“Who’s legs-?” she started, till she noticed Stretch’s sly grin and saw a large oval drawn into the sand around him. Looking at the legs again, she saw they also had an oval drawn around them.

Hoping off Red’s shoulder, she walked over to the legs in disbelief, touching them to see if they were real. Suddenly and violently, the legs jerked, starling Y/n to fall back into the sand.

While Red and Stretch chuckled and Papyrus and Blueberry gave them both disapproving glares, Y/n picked herself up, and walked back over to the legs, ignoring their chuckles. She rubbed her hand up and down the fibula bone, really noticing the strange texture that bone was.

Stretch blushed amber, spluttering, “qu-quit it y/n! that’s ticklish!”

“So these are your legs!” she turned to look at them all, her mind blown. “You can detach limbs?!”

Red and Stretch looked uncomfortable, even as Papyrus spoke up, “BUT OF COURSE! IT’S JUST ONE OF THE AMAZING ABILITIES THAT SKELETONS HAVE!” he posed, “AREN’T WE JUST THE COOLEST?”

“The absolute coolest!” agreed Y/n, walking around the legs. She looked over at Stretch, pointing to the oval, “Is this referring to what I think it is?”

Stretch shrugged, grinning “now you’re thinking with portals.”

Beaming, she watched as Stretch lifted himself out of the sand and flopped back onto it. It was so strange to see him without his legs (she was still trying to get to him without his hoodie), his body now ending at the base of his spin.

Reach towards Blueberry, he asked, “can you lend me a hand bro? i haven’t got a leg to stand on right now.”

Blueberry tossed his spade aside and stood up, matching to his brother’s folding and unfolding legs in frustration. “YOU’VE ONLY JUST STOPPED TELLING HORRIBLE PUNS ABOUT SAND! WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS INSISTENTLY TELL TERRIBLE PUNS?!”

“for kicks?”

Blueberry’s eyes boggled as he dumped his brother's leg before him. “MWEH!”

Red grinned, “so yer sayin’ you can’t stand puns blue?”

Blueberry marched away, his fists clenched to his side and his head held high, yelling over his shoulder, “YOU TWO ARE THE WORST EVER!”

“I AGREE!” nodded Papyrus, who sat back in the sand, his arms folded, “YOU TWO SHOULDN’T SPOIL THIS NICE DAY WITH BAD PUNS!”

“sorry, paps.” replied Stretch, attaching his top half to his bottom half.

Red shrugged, before looking at Y/n, “so, have you decided who ya want to go with next?”

“Oh, so I get to choose this time?”

Red returned her grin, turning to leave, “s'not my fault the others were too slow.”

“Is that what we’re calling kidnapping now?” she called after him, smiling as she watching him waving goodbye over his shoulder.

She looked over to Stretch, who was in the middle of pulling out sand from his pockets, with a mild look of discomfort on his face.

“You okay Stretch? It’s not painful to…separate yourself like that, is it?”

He shook his head, standing up to brush his hands off on his shorts as he looked towards Blueberry’s direction, “nah, i’m okay. it’s not what i would call a pleasant feeling, but it’s not painful. only now i’ve just got to deal with a bit of sand in between places i’ve never been touched before, so that kinda sucks.”

“STRETCH!” cried Papyrus, flustered, “THERE’S A LADY PRESENT!”

Stretch grinned, “i was talking about my joints paps.”

“OH,” blushed Papyrus, hastily looking away. “I, UM, KNEW THAT!” Quickly reaching for Y/n and obviously trying to change the subject, Papyrus asked, “Y/N! COME CHECK OUT MY AMAZING SANDCASTLE!”

Y/n looked away from Stretch…stretching, and walked over to Papyrus’s impressive castle.

Looking over at Blueberry's, she compared the two castle’s height, noticing just how tall and well designed they both were. In fact, she suspected that if they had both been built for her to specifically to climb through, which she was tempted to do. Only the difference between the two stopped her. While Blueberry had covered his with innumerable shells and other objects, incorporating them into the overall structure of the castle, Papyrus had dug a wide moat, filled with seawater.

Y/n placed her feet into the moat, enjoying the sensation of the cool water moving around her kicking feet. Jumping into the moat, she sighed as she felt the soft sand sliding between her toes, enjoying the feel of the current she created as she walked the length of the moat that stopped at her waist.

“YOU SEEM TO BE REALLY ENJOYING MY CASTLE Y/N!”

She looked up to see Papyrus beaming down at her, kneeling back as he watched her interact with his castle. She returned his beaming smile, “It’s been forever since I’ve felt sea water! I think the last time I did, I was body surfing with my sister.” she chuckled, kicking up the water gleefully, “I almost forgot how cool it feels on my skin.”

“REALLY? WELL, I WOULDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT SKIN BUT WE SHOULD PLAY IN THE OCEAN RIGHT NOW!” Papyrus said, standing up and brushing the sand off himself before reaching for her.

She stood back, waving her hands. “Papyrus, think about it! I can’t go into the ocean like this!”

“plus skeletons doesn’t exactly float.” Stretch added, leaning back in the sand.

Papyrus looked between the ocean and Y/n once again idly playing with the water, his face falling, “BUT SHE’S HAVING SO MUCH FUN.” he said, mainly to himself.

“Y/N!”

They turned to see Blueberry running back, his arms waving about as he held aloft a bottle of sunscreen and a sheet of paper.

“Y/N! WOULDYOUPLEASEBYMYPARTNERFORAVOLLEYBALLCOMPETITION?!”

“Blue! Slow down!”

He skidded to a halt, kicking up sand as he fell to his knees before her, “THERE’S NO TIME! PLEASE SAY YES!”

“Ye-yes?”

Before she knew exactly was happening, Blueberry had grabbed her and was running away, holding her in one of his hands.

“Blue! Where are you taking me?!”

He didn’t slow down. “NO TIME, WE HAVE TO HURRY!” With one hand and his eyes flashing, he held out the open bottle of sunscreen, his running motion jostling everything. “HANDS OUT Y/N!”

She held out her hands quickly as Blueberry dumped sunscreen directly onto her hands. While he ran, she tried to rub it into her skin, losing a large amount of it as it fell from her hands from all the jolting motion Blueberry caused as he ran as fast as he could…somewhere.

By the time he slowed down, Y/n could feel herself slipping in Blueberry’s grip as she had managed to not only cover herself in sunscreen, but his hand as well. Any questions she had for Blueberry were quickly answered, however, as she looked around.

“A volleyball competition?” she looked back up at Blueberry, to see him grinning at her, “You wanted to watch a volleyball competition with me?”

The whole event was already packed with spectators, with many partners stretching and gearing up to play. Everywhere Y/n looked, she saw humans and monsters talking with each other, and more than one mixed partners. It was rather refreshing to see, especially after her time with Red had somewhat been ruined by lookers. Now she could look forward to watching with Blueberry in peace, without being gawked at. Maybe she could convince him to buy some treats from the vendor over there?

But Blueberry laughed derisively, “WHAT FUN IS IT TO WATCH?”

He marched over to an official-looking man sitting at a portable table, slamming the paper he had been carrying in front of the guy. “HI, OFFICIAL LOOKING HUMAN! I AM BACK WITH MY PLUS ONE!”

“Your plus one?!” Y/n cried out in shock.

The official looked at her, quirking an eyebrow, “Your partner is your bitty?” He turned to look at another official beside him, “Is that even allowed?”

The other official shrugged.

Blueberry nodded, proudly, “Y/N CAN DO WHATEVER SHE WANTS, AND SHE’S AGREED TO BE MY VOLLEYBALL PARTNER! SO, WE'RE HERE TO PLAY AND WIN!”

“Hold up Blue!” she turned to look at him crossly, “While I appreciate your seemingly boundless faith in me, how am I suppose to play a volleyball game with you?!”

Blueberry rubbed the back of his neck, “I-I NEEDED A PARTNER TO PARTICIPATE AND-“

“So why not Papyrus, Stretch or even Edge? I’m sure that-“

“I WANTED YOU AS MY VOLLEYBALL PARTNER, NO ONE ELSE!” Blueberry shouted.

A few people around them stopped their conversation to look at them, concerned.

Blueberry open his hand, allowing Y/n to stand and look up at him, “YOU-YOU CAN SAY NO IF YOU WANT, BUT I ASKED YOU BECAUSE I WANTED IT TO BE YOU. ONLY YOU.”

“Bl-Blueberry, while that’s sweet of you, how do you expect me to play when the ball is as big as me?!”

He brightened, “I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD GIVE ME SUPPORT!”

“You want me to cheer you on?”

He looked away, “IT’S MORE THAN THAT.” He raised her to his eye level, “I ALWAYS WANT TO DO MY ABSOLUTE BEST WHEN YOU’RE AROUND. KNOWING THAT YOU BELIEVE IN ME, M-MAKES ME BELIEVE IN MYSELF TOO.”

She looked away from the sincerity of his eyes.

The official cleared his throat, “Sign-ups are about to close.”

Sighing, Y/n turned to the guy, nodding, “Okay fine, I guess I’m in.”

Blueberry beamed behind her, the happiest he had ever looked.

The official pointed to the signup sheet, somewhat hesitant, “We’ll need both of you to sign.”

Blueberry quickly rushed forward, signing his namely proudly on one of the empty spaces. Lowering her to the table and offering the pen, Blueberry stood back, practically giddy with glee, as he watched her determinedly try to sign her name like she used to.

As she finished, she looked sadly down at the mark, remembering how it used to look like she had at least meant to do it on purpose.

“Um, good luck you two?” the official said, unsure.

Blueberry puffed out his chest, “WE DON’T NEED LUCK!”

“Yeah, we’ll need a miracle.” muttered Y/n, dropping the pen.

Blueberry offered his hand, which she climbed onto, sitting on his hand as he made his way over to the sideline where the other participates were waiting.

Before long, the competition was officially started and another official came walking over, calling partner names and directing them to an area set up for volleyball matches. As the last partners to sign up, they were directed to the area on the furthermost side, last.

“Okay Blueberry, where should I stand?” she asked, looking around the court.

Blueberry raised her to his sparkling eyes, “WHY, YOU’RE GOING TO STAY WITH ME, OBVIOUSLY!”

She looked at his bare bones, before looking at him in disbelief. “And where am I supposed to sit Blue? I’ll fall through you if I try to sit on your shoulder, and you can’t hold me and play!”

He pointed to his back, next to his shoulder blade, “YOU CAN HOLD ON HERE!”

“…are you sure?” she asked in disbelief, quite sure this wasn’t going to work.

He nodded, confidently.

Shrugging, she jumped onto his bare bones, gingerly moving so that she stood on his rib cage while holding his collarbone. Blueberry giggled at her touch, his bones moving with his repressed laughs, as a blue blush appeared on his cheeks.

Once settled, she sighed, placing her forehead on his collarbone. “This isn’t going to work.” she mumbled.

“DON’T BE LIKE THAT Y/N!” He looked over at her, grinning, “OUR OPPONENTS ARE GOING TO DOUBT US, AND THAT’S GOING TO BE THEIR WEAKNESS! BUT OUR STRENGTH IS GOING TO LIE WITH US BELIEVING IN EACH OTHER!”

She didn’t lift her head.

“Y/N?”

Sighing, she looked up. “Oh what the hell.” She raised a fist into the sky, cheering, “We’ve got this Blue!”

He raised his fists up, his eyes morphing into stars, “YEAH!”

He ran into the center of the court, facing their opponents; a human man and women. The pair watched him getting ready to play, looking around for the second person.

“Where’s your partner, little guy?” asked the girl, gently.

Y/n called out, “Right here! This super amazing team is here to win this match!” She gave them a thumbs down, “Prepare to lose to Team Magnificent!”

Blueberry raised his fists up, pumped.

The girl took a step back, “Is-is that a bitty?” she turned to the man, “Is that even allowed?”

“Not only should it not be allowed, but because they made a mistake it letting this awesome team happen today, YOU’RE the ones at a disadvantage!” Y/n smirked at them “Our guarantee victory here will only just be the first of many here today.”

“YEAH! AND ALTHOUGH I’M SURE YOU’RE QUITE NICE HUMANS, IT WON’T BE ENOUGH TO STOP YOUR DEFEAT!”

Blueberry’s smack talk almost made her laugh. Instead, she held out her hand.

“Well said partner!”

Blueberry hi-fived her, grinning.

“Are the teams ready?” asked their referee, their whistle ready to go.

“READY!” “Ready!”

The man shrugged, “I guess?”

Nodding, the referee chucked the ball to the man, who bounced it uncertainty in his hands, looking over at them.

“You’ve got this Blue!” Y/n cheered.

Shrugging, the man served.

In a flash, Blueberry ran over and hit the ball back with lighting reflex and power. The ball flew over the net and smashed right into the sand at the girl’s feet, starling a scream out of her.

The referee called out, “1 to nothing, other team’s serve.” before tossing the ball to Blueberry.

“Hey! I was told monsters weren't allowed to use magic!” The man called angrily, glaring at the ref.

Blueberry had picked up the ball, spinning it on the tip of one of his phalanges, “I’M NOT USING MY MAGIC, HUMAN.” He turned and grinned, “I DON’T NEED MY MAGIC, NOT WHEN I’VE GOT Y/N RIGHT WITH ME!”

He served the ball, striking the ground just out of the man’s wild dive for it.

“Excellent shot Blue!” cheered Y/n, clapping wildly.

The girl hurriedly ran over to the man’s side, picking him up. Together, they nodded at each other before standing and facing Y/n and Blueberry.

“2 to no-“

“We know!” snapped the girl.

“HEY NOW!” cried Blueberry, folding his arms disapprovingly, “THERE’S NO NEED TO GET ANGRY WITH THE REFEREE.”

“Yeah, you should be aspiring to be as great of a team as ours!” Y/n flung an arm around Blueberry’s neck, hugging him, “It’s the only chance you’ll have to bet us.”

“Come on babe.” The man said, picking up the ball and readying his serve. He nodded towards them, “I think it’s about time we started taking these guys seriously.”

~*~

So it went for every match. As they won each match and faced their next opponents, they would stare in disbelief and not at all prepared for such a seemingly weak, solitary monster to be their next opponent, expecting some sort of ace in the hole partner to appear any second. When they say Y/n grinning at his back, that it was she who was this ace, no one had taken them seriously. And that’s when Blueberry would quickly score easy points; his enthusiasm and energy spurred on by Y/n’s constant cheers and ringing endorsements.

However, it was a matter of time when they would inevitably lose. Blueberry was good, great even, but even he couldn’t outmatch two people.

But damn if he didn’t try though!

“I believe in you Blue! You’ve got this!”

With a wild cry, Blueberry flung himself into the sand, reaching for the ball that would break the tie…and missing it by a hair.

“Yeah! We’ve won!”

Y/n looked up from Blueberry, who was still face down in the sand, to see their human opponents cheering and spinning around in circles.

Quietly, she unhooked herself from Blueberry’s back and dropped into the sand, walking over to and patting the side of his skull.

“You did an amazing job Blue.” She smiled softly.

He turned to face her, his face heavy with exhaustion, “REALLY?”

“A hundred and ten percent effort.” She hugged the exhausted skeleton, “You should really be proud of yourself, Blue. I know that I am.”

His eye light searched her face, before softly closing, his head rolling over more into her arms.

“Hey.”

She looked up to see their opponents standing close by, smiling gently. “Great match you two!”, the grinning man said, offering a hand.

Hopping quickly back onto Blueberry’s shoulder, Y/n watched as he wearily took the man’s offered hand, letting himself be pulled up.

The girl partner lowered herself till she was on Y/n’s eye level. She held up her hand, a questioning look in her eye, “Good game?”

Y/n nodded, hi-fiving her palm. “Good game.” she agreed.

The man threw his arm around the girl’s shoulder, beaming at them. “Man, you two make an awesome team! Am I sorry I ever doubted!”

“Not to ruining the moment, but I need to start the next round!” called the referee, off to the side.

The man looked to the referee, back to them. He quickly stuck out his hand to Blueberry. “Good game?”

Blueberry beamed, grabbing the man’s hand and shaking it vigorously. “GOOD GAME!”

The man and girl smiled back, before waving a final goodbye as they were guided to their next match.

Y/n sighed, looking away warily. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help more Blue.”

He gasped. “NO!”

Blueberry quickly plucked her off his back and raised her to his frowning eye level, “NEVER BELIEVE THAT Y/N! NEVER! DO YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD HAVE GIVEN IT MY ALL IF I DIDN’T HAVE YOU BY MY SIDE, CHEERING ME ON?!” He pressed her to his cheek, “NO MATTER HOW GOOD YOU ARE, NO MATTER HOW TALENTED, EVERYONE NEEDS SOMEONE ELSE TO BELIEVE IN THEM.” He looked away, “EVERYONE HAS DOUBTS.”

Eventually, she hugged him back. “Really?” she whispered.

He nodded firmly, before smiling widely, "THANK YOU SO MUCH Y/N! I REALLY COULDN'T HAVE DONE THIS WITHOUT YOU."

She looked shyly away, "Y-you're welcome Blue."

“Y/N, BLUEBERRY! THAT WAS AMAZING!”

They turned to see Papyrus cheering off to the side, holding aloft a body board. Already, he had drawn the eyes of all the human males, with a great number of females already looking away, blushing furiously.

The addition of numerous water wings covering his arms, several inner tubes around his wait and large fins on his feet hadn’t made him any less inconspicuous.

“PAPYRUS! DID YOU SEE US?!” asked Blueberry happily, running over to him.

“I DID!” Papyrus gave them a big thumbs up. “YOU TWO DID AN AMAZING JOB!”

“I KNOW, RIGHT?! ISN’T Y/N THE COOLEST?!”

“THE ABSOLUTE COOLEST!”

Feeling a pang in her chest and wishing to distract herself away from it, Y/n pointed to the body board and asked, “What’s with the board, Paps?”

“OH!” He lifted the board up eagerly, “I FOUND AN ACTIVITY WE CAN DO TOGETHER IN THE OCEAN! I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE THAT, ESPECIALLY SEEING AS HOW I’LL BE THERE!”

Now all she could feel was the shadow of fear that she had felt earlier this morning.

“Are you sure it’s safe?”

He gestured to his entire body, “I’VE MADE SURE TO PREPARE MYSELF BEFOREHAND! I’VE TESTED IT OUT ALREADY AND I AM ONE HUNDRED PERCENT BUOYANT!”

“That’s not the only issue-“

He lowered the board before her, trying to entice her to jump on. “WILL YOU COME WITH ME FOR A DIP IN THE SEA Y/N?”

Y/n looked from the board to the ocean, to Papyrus’s hopeful expression.

She nodded slowly, jumping from Blueberry’s shoulder and onto the body board. Standing up, she turned to look at Blueberry just as he was handing over the sunscreen to Papyrus, “Want to come for a swim?”

Blueberry shook his head, “ACTUALLY, I’M FEELING A BIT TIRED, SO I THINK I’M GOING TO GO FOR A QUICK RUN.”

“That’s what you do for energy?!”

He waved goodbye, before turning and jogging away, softly rubbing his cheek as he went.

Papyrus happily walked over to the sea, balancing the board on his pelvic bone to give Y/n a flat surface. However, due to his fins, the journey was far from smooth as he accommodated the large footwear by swinging his legs out slightly, creating a bouncing sensation that saw Y/n lifting and falling back onto the board with every step.

He held up the bottle as he walked, looking at her questioningly. “Y/N, ARE YOU OKAY? HAVE YOU HAD SOME SUNSCREEN YET?”

“I’m due for another coat.” She admitted, holding out her hands.

Papyrus squeezed some into her hands, before gaping at her, then to the bottle, “HUMANS CAN MAKE COATS OUT OF THIS STUFF?!” he exclaimed, reading the bottle’s instructions.

“I thought you were a human expert.” she teased, making sure she was properly covered. After the volleyball matches, she was feeling a bit sunburnt.

“I AM! BUT YOU HUMANS KEEP CHANGING AND MAKING UP NEW RULES!” he huffed.

“Want me to share a secret?” she asked, grinning when she saw she had his attention, “We like to make things up all the time.”

“I KNEW IT!”

Chuckling, Y/n finished her application of sunscreen as Papyrus approached the sea. Tossing the sunblock to the side, he walked into the ocean, doing his absolute best to keep the waves from battering the board. Y/n, herself sat on the lip of the board, on the side away from the beach, which made logical sense as Papyrus soon lay flat on the board behind her, but it made looking out into the impossible deep scary.

Again, she was struck with just how little impact her mild fear was having. Shouldn’t she be freaking out?!

“Y-you sure we’ll be fine?” she asked, looking behind her to see Papyrus’s face inches behind, beaming.

“OF COURSE! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WOULD NEVER LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU!”

She nodded slowly, turning away. “I’m just surprised you know what you’re doing Paps. Didn’t think there were too many places to catch a wave Underground, or have you had practice since you got to the surface?”

“OH, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME!” he said brightly, angling his board with the next coming wave as soon as it formed, “BUT I SAW A FEW HUMANS DOING THIS AND IT DIDN’T LOOK THAT HARD!”

She spun around, “You what-?!”

“AND HERE WE GO!” he cheered, throwing his hands up.

Before she could curse, the wave hit them and carried them back to the shoreline. Y/n, unprepared for the wave, tumbled back into Papyrus’s face, where she clung to his skull staring into his wide eye lights. Clearly surprised, Papyrus tumbled off the board himself, with wave after wave soon rolling over them, instantly soaking them. She closed her eyes and clung tighter, holding her breath.

She could feel Papyrus struggling, unused to the floating devices that left him floundering in the shallows. However, she eventually could feel the subtle shift from Papyrus as he managed to lift his body up, standing safely in the shallows.

“Y-Y/N. A-ARE YOU GOING TO LET GO OF MY FACE?” Papyrus asked, his blush bleeding through her eyelids.

Slowly, she opened her eyes to see one blushing skeletons face and nothing else. Very much aware of how fast her heart was beating, she dropped on Papyrus’s waiting hand, quickly falling to her knees when her legs wouldn’t support her.

“Y/N?” Papyrus asked softly, obviously concerned and deeply regretful.

She held up a hand, head still down. “Mind if you give me a second?”

She felt him nod (or shake his head, she wasn’t sure, so she assumed his answer), before quickly returning her attention to her body.

Yes, her arms and legs were shaking, and yes, her heart was racing, but that was all she was feeling. No fear, no regret, no dread.

She felt...okay. Well enough to try again anyway.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself up, sitting back in his hand.

“May-maybe we can try that again.”

Papyrus didn’t look convinced. “MAYBE THIS WASN’T SUCH A GOOD IDEA.” He admitted, his expression falling.

She gently patted his hand, drawing his attention back to her, “It’s fine Paps. In fact, it was rather nice of you to think of this activity in first place.” She cocked her head to the side, “Did you decide to do this because of what I said before?”

He nodded sadly, “BUT YOU WERE RIGHT; IT’S DANGEROUS FOR YOU.” he looked up at her, his eyes wobbling, “WHAT IF YOU G-GOT HURT BECAUSE OF ME?”

“Hey now! We’re both okay, right? Both still here?”

He nodded.

She smiled, “We just need to practice, that’s all.” She pointed to the ocean, “Come on Paps, let me teach you to be a pro at body surfing.”

Papyrus searched her expression for a long moment before dropping her back onto the board, grabbing the back of it and aiming the front back out to the ocean. His hands were very firm, taking especially good care to minimise the waves, even if they were clenched harder than necessary.

Sitting back, she sighed, “Paps, you have to trust me in order for this to work.”

“I DO TRUST YOU!”

“Then relax.” She flipped onto her stomach, her hands hooking the lip of the board, “And try to follow what I do.”

~*~

She helped Papyrus perfect his hold on the board, demonstrating the best place to place his hands and what to look for with the waves. Papyrus had been hesitant to fully commit; his actions speaking volumes about the fear he was still feeling, but with Y/n's encouragement, his confidence grew and his enthusiasm returned.

Now they swam back out into the open, both a little apprehensive.

“Just remember what to look for.” Y/n called out, laying on her stomach on the front of the board.

Before long, Papyrus was angling the board, this time as the wave started to roll.

Tightening her grip, she called out, “Hold on!”

The wave hit them; lifting their board and carrying them back to the shore. The ride was thrilling and rough, but this time in Papyrus’s total control.

It ended too soon as Y/n felt the board being lifted into the air as Papyrus stood up behind her.

“IT WORKED THIS TIME! IT ACTUALLY WORKED!”

She sprung up and ran to Papyrus, celebrating, “Well done Paps!”

He beamed, glowing with so much pride and confidence restored.

Basking in the happy waves she could just feel coming from him, she called up, “Feeling like doing that again?”

~*~

Short answer: Yes.

There was no long answer, not when talking about it took vital time away from surfing!

The pair made many trips back to the sea; Papyrus’s boundless energy ensured he never tired. Every time they rode back to the shallows, every time they stood up cheering and crying out for another wave felt as rewarding and as enthralling as the first.

But like most good things, it ended too soon.

“paps, y/n! time to come in for lunch!”

Papyrus looked back to see his brother waving at them from the shoreline. He called out, “DO WE HAVE TO?!”

“only if you and y/n want lunch!”

“Aww!” complained the pair.

Sans could clearly be seen chuckling, but he stood back and waited on the shore, letting the water run of his bare feet.

Y/n, once again laying flat, pointed to the next wave, “Paps, heads up!”

“UP WHERE?” he asked, looking around.

Rolling her eyes, she tried again, “I meant there’s another wave coming!”

“OH!”

Papyrus began to, once again, angle the board back to the shore, letting the wave carry them back.

As Y/n felt the water rushing past and around her, she looked to where they were heading; back to Sans and the beach. In fact, it looked like Sans was on the phone, which confused her because surely he hadn’t been on the phone before? Where was he hiding it and how had he been keeping it dry?

Distracted, she felt her hands slip and let go, the momentum carrying her backwards. She hit something bony, spun and was soon encompassed in a cage of objects and light, a high pitch, fuzzy sensation encompassing all her senses; a place where physics didn’t work the way she was used to. Desperate, and fearful where she was, she made a desperate grab and clung to one of the objects, still engulfed by the strangest of sensations.

There was a lot of yelling and her grip on the hard object was tested as she was jostled violently up and down, before something eventually grabbed her from below, trying to pull her further down. She fought it, but her strength was no match, and she was quickly dragged down, sideways and out.

The moment she was out, the sensation disappeared and Y/n’s senses returned to normal, overwhelming her with information. She lay on what felt like a bony hand, sitting outside of what appeared to be the same beach. Sans hovered over her and it was his hand she sat on, with Papyrus on his hands and knees gasping for breath on the beach beside them, the body board off to the side.

“y/n! are you okay?!”

She looked away from Papyrus to look at Sans, confused. “I-I don’t understand. What happened!?”

Papyrus looked up, his eye lights flaming with magic, “YOU-YOU WERE INSIDE ME!”

“Oh.” She looked up at Sans, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean too!”

Sans chuckled, even if his smile was a little strained, “it’s okay kid, we both know it was an accident.” He looked over to his brother, who was slowly climbing back to his feet, “right bro?”

“RIGHT.” Papyrus said, not looking at her.

“Did-did you accidentally eat me?” she asked, feeling her skin for telltale signs of slime or bile.

Both brothers gasped, shocked and horrified.

“I WOULD NEVER-!“

“you just slipped-.“

“Guys!” That stopped them. Shrugging, she said, “It’s not a big deal if you did, I was just hoping one of you could tell me what happened.” She looked at Papyrus, her face strange, “All I know was I was suddenly in a very strange place, with no idea how I got there.”

Papyrus placed both of his hands to his chest, his many armbands keeping him from properly folding his arms. “YOU- YOU SLIPPED AND YOU PASSED THROUGH THE TOP OF MY RIB CAGE.” He shuddered.

She looked away, “Sorry.”

There was an awkward pause.

“how-how about we head back and get some lunch?” asked Sans, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’LL, ER, I’LL BE A WHILE.” Papyrus said slowly, turning to the sea, “YOU TWO GO AHEAD WITHOUT ME.”

“you sure?”

Papyrus nodded, still looking out to the sea.

Sighing, Sans walked back to the others, with Y/n sitting on his palm.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, feeling like she had inadvertently violated Papyrus in some way.

Sans waved her off, “don’t worry about it kid, papyrus will be just fine…eventually.” He looked over at her, his gaze searching, “are you okay?”

Guessing he was asking about the immediate situation and not her ongoing issues of displacement, she answered, “I feel okay,“ she met his searching gaze, “but I’m more worried about Papyrus. What’s wrong? What did I do?”

“nothing intentional,” Sans replied hurriedly, “but you sort of directly interacted with his magic.”

“Is that a big thing? I mean, it’s not the first time I’ve had magic touch me?” she asked, thinking about all the times she had been lifted by them.

Sans shook his head, “there’s a difference between magic with form and our raw magic. it’s a lot more…personally when it’s raw.” He stopped and lifted her to his eye level, his expression serious, “y/n, could you do me and especially paps a favour and not mention this to the others?” He sighed, looking towards the rest of the skeletons, sitting under their set-up and talking with each other, playfully, “it’ll only cause more drama.”

Y/n nodded and Sans smiled thankfully at her, before resuming walking towards the others.

Blueberry was sitting next Stretch, who was laying back wearing shades with a heap of chips resting on a paper plate on bare his chest, a honey bear bottle in one hand. Blueberry was talking adamantly with a smirking Edge, who was sitting on his towel with his arms folded, the main source of chips resting on the cooler in front of him and Blueberry. Red was handing out cool drinks to the others, holding onto four as he sat next to his brother, before heaping a pile of chips onto an empty plate and slathering the whole lot in mustard. When he saw this, Edge clenched his teeth, but didn’t say anything.

“Y/N! HOW ARE YOU NOW?!” cried out Blueberry, waving eagerly over at her the moment Sans sat down next to Red.

“I’m good Blue, thanks for asking” Y/n smiled, hopping off Sans’s shoulder to land on a clear spot on top of the cooler, next to the chips.

Blueberry smiled brightly, but it wasn’t as bright as she knew he could smile.

“where’s paps?” asked Red, passing Sans a drink while cracking a can of Y/n's favourite drink and putting in a straw before placing it near her with a wink.

Sans shrugged as he passed Y/n a small towel, before opening up his drink, grabbing a plate and dumping a handful of chips onto it, “just enjoying the view.” He sat down and nudged Y/n with a chip, “you should have seen these two riding the waves though.”

“AWW! I WISH I COULD HAVE SEEN IT!” Blueberry replied, looking forlorn.

Smiling, she looked around at everyone else as she picked out a prime chip and sat down, wrapped in her towel, “So, what have you all been up today?”

Stretch raised his glass to look over at her, “just taking in the sights.” He grinned, winking at her.

“PLEASE!” Blueberry cried out in exasperation, “WHEN I RAN PAST YOU ON MY JOG, YOU WERE JUST WALKING ALONG THE BEACH! I WOULD HARDLY CALL THAT AN ACTIVITY!”

Stretch shrugged, “i would prefer calling it avoiding pier pressure and sea-zing the day.”

Blueberry’s eyes boggled, “MWEH!”

Sans and Red chuckled, even as Edge glared at his brother for doing so. Before anyone could say anything, however, they heard a mobile phone go off.

Placing his chips next to him, Sans leaned back to reach his phone in his board shorts, pulling it out and looking at the screen.

With a groan of frustration, he stood up. “sorry everyone, i need to take this.”

Then he vanished.

“Wonder who that is?” Y/n thought aloud, taking another bite of her chip.

Red shrugged, before grinning down at her, “i may or may not have been sunbathing where a lot of humans could see me.”

“Still giving the lookers a hard time?”

Red’s grin turned into a smirk as he held out a hand towards her, “bones before bitches.”

She high fived him, “You know me so well.”

Edge scoffed, “WHAT A COLOSSAL WASTE OF YOUR TIME!”

Y/n turned away from Red to smile at Edge, “And how did you spend your time Edge?”

Before he could respond, Papyrus approached, still in nothing but his tuxedo speedo, only now carrying an armful of deflated armbands and innertubes, his fins carried in one hand.

“HI PAPYRUS! HOW WAS THE OCEAN?! WAS IT WAS FUN AS IT LOOKED?” Blueberry asked eagerly.

Papyrus looked away from the bag he had just finished stuffing all of his things into and came over to sit behind Y/n, beaming at Blueberry. “IT WAS SO MUCH FUN AND REALLY INTIMIDATING AT THE SAME TIME! THE OCEAN WAS SO POWERFUL AND COOL ON MY BONES! NOT TO MENTION THAT YOU HAVE TO REALLY PUSH YOURSELF JUST TO GET OUT THERE!” he posed, “OBVIOUSLY, I WAS MORE THAN UP TO THE CHALLENGE! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN Y/N THOUGH!” He smiled down at her blushing face, “SHE WAS SO BRAVE! AND THANKS TO HER, I FOUND A NEW ACTIVITY I REALLY ENJOYED DOING!”

Blueberry raised his fists up, his eyes alive, “THAT SOUNDS AWESOME! I’M GOING TO GO IN THE OCEAN NEXT!” He looked quickly at Y/n, “WANNA GO FOR A SWIM WITH ME Y/N?”

She waved him off, finishing off her mouthful. “Not for a while Blueberry, sorry.”

She wasn’t quite so eager to risk another experience of whatever had happened with Papyrus so soon.

As Blueberry’s shoulder shagged, Papyrus grinned, puffing out his chest, “I’LL COME WITH YOU BLUE! I’LL EVEN HELP YOU REACH THE STATUS OF SECOND-BEST BODY BORD SURFER!” he smiled happily at Y/n, “I’LL TEACH YOU LIKE Y/N TAUGHT ME!”

She returned his smile, until she thought of a problem, “That’s not going to work, not unless Blueberry brought his own floating things and fins.”

“I DON’T NEED THEM!” Blueberry said, already bouncing with pure enthusiasm as he looked towards the ocean.

Papyrus nodded quickly, taking the offered bottle of water from Red as he took the last of the chips and placed them onto his plate, “I WANT TO SEE IF THERE’S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SURFING WITH AND WITHOUT THEM, SO HE CAN HAVE MINE IF HE REALLY NEEDS THEM!”

“Don’t skeletons' fear drowning?” Y/n asked, looking around.

“not really.” said Sans’s voice behind her, startling her. “need to have lungs to breath air kid.”

She spun around to see him warily drop himself into the sand between Papyrus and Red, picking up his plate before catching a bottle of ketchup Stretch tossed him from his reclining position.

“everythin’ okay?" asked Red, leaning back and looking closely at Sans.

Sans shrugged, “it’s as stable as it was ever going to be, so i guess that’s something.” He sighed wearily, “but i think i convinced him to stop calling, so there’s that.”

“Someone giving you trouble Sans?” Y/n asked in concern, finishing the last of her chip and starting another one.

Sans closed his eyes with a soft chuckle, “that’s not even the half of it kid.” He opened his eyes, looking at her with a tired smile, “but nah, i’m okay. it’s just someone we know being a bigger pain than usual.” He looked around at everyone eles, “i think he’s getting bored.”

“hazar.” called out Stretch, sarcastically.

The rest of the skeletons looked grim.

Hoping to distract them from whoever this ‘he’ was, Y/n asked while watching Papyrus’s chest slowly expand and shrink, “But I thought you guys breath? Or is that just you going through the motion?”

“motions, fun size.” Stretch supplied lazily.

“ALTHOUGH SCENT DOES HELP WITH SCOUTING OUT AN AREA.” Edge said, lost in his thoughts.

“NOT TO MENTION THAT IT’S REALLY IMPORTANT TO SMELLING THINGS IN THE WORLD!” Blueberry added, taking a deep breath of the sea air with his eyes closed before opening them to show that his eye-lights had changed into literal stars again.

“AND WE WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO PROPERLY TASTE ALL THE WONDERFUL THINGS THE SURFACE CAN OFFER IF WE COULDN’T SMELL, EVEN THIS GREASE, SALTY FOOD!” Papyrus said, taking several chips and chewing them with apprehension, before shrugging and having the next lot with a lot less distaste. “THESE ARE STILL BETTER THAN GRILLBY’S THOUGH.”

“you okay kid?” Sans asked, looking at her with a knowing smile.

Y/n shook herself and quickly turned her back on Papyrus, embarrassed that she been caught red-handed staring at Papyrus eating. She couldn’t help it! The chips simply vanished the moment they disappeared behind his teeth and she knew she hadn’t seen anything in his chest or gut area. All this talk about how these physics-defying monsters worked was really distracting her! Add to the fact that most of them weren’t wearing shirts and she sitting in the middle of bare rib-cages cage, and she felt like she was justified for staring…and didn’t that just make her a hypocrite?

Hoping to avoid answer Sans’s trap question, she instead asked “Edge! You were telling me what you’ve been up to so far?”

He looked startled to suddenly be the center of her attention, but he quickly got over that as his expression changed into smugness. “WELL, IF YOU MUST KNOW Y/N, I’VE BEEN VERY PRODUCTIVE TODAY, CHALLENGING ALL THESE WEAK HUMANS AND MONSTER TO RACES THEY WERE BOUND TO LOSE!” He posed, “NONE COULD HOPE TO MATCH MY SUPERIORITY, BUT THAT’S TO BE EXPECTED, OF COURSE!”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” cried out Blueberry, pointing at Edge, “I BEAT YOU HERE FOR LUNCH WHEN SANS CALLED OUT TO US!”

“WHY YOU LITTLE, LYING-“

“Hey!”

Both skeletons stop half-way through their raising motion to see Y/n looking at them, crossed. She waited for them both to settle back down, before sighing, looking over at Edge, “Are you telling me that you’ve just been running up and down the beach the whole day?”

“OF COURSE!” he looked away, angry, “WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO? PLAY IN THE SAND WITH THE BABIES?  PARTICIPATE IN A LACKLUSTER SPORTS COMPETITIONS WITH WEAK HUMANS AND WEAKER MONSTERS? SUNBATH AND WASTE MY TIME SLEEPING?!” He huffed, “THIS WHOLE DAY HAS BEEN A HUGE WASTE OF MY TIME!”

“Have you thought about rock climbing?”

He looked at her, to see her point to the sea cliff wall that a few other humans could be seen climbing.

He looked like he was considering it…or at least he wasn’t flat out shooting down her idea.

Figuring he could probably do with a push, she teased, “Of course, it’s very dangerous and I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself-“

He slammed the cooler, toppling her drink that Papyrus managed to save at the last second with his lighting relaxes and excellent hand-eye coordination. “CAREFUL EDGE! DON’T WASTE-“

But Edge ignored him, instead leaning forward and point at Y/n. “YOU, ARE GOING TO CLIMB THAT CLIFF WITH ME! YOU’RE GOING TO WATCH ME EFFORTLESSLY SCALE IT AND YOU WILL ADMIT TO MY SUPREME SKILL IN ALL THINGS I CHOOSE TO DO!”

She looked at her nails, derisively, “I don’t know Edge. I don’t know if you can match up to my expectations.” She grinned over at his enraged face, “I am sort of an expert on climbing.”

He leaned in closer, grinning. “JUST WATCH ME.” he hissed.

~*~

After lunch and a new layer of sunscreen, Y/n clung to the back of Edge’s tank top, both of them staring up at the cliff wall. What she noted as she first clung to Edge’s shirt was that if Red had scars, then Edge had scars upon scars; cracks that criss-crossed his entire body, and (like Red) that only really become noticeable when she was up close.

He had refused to talk about them and had flinched more violently then Red when she accidentally brushed an actual chip in his collarbone. He made her swear to keep her hands to herself, and Y/n had quickly and apologetically, agree.

Now, however, as she waited for Edge to make the first move while she continued to state up at a wall without end, this activity had seemed like a good idea from a distance but now she was having second doubts. She was more than well aware that Edge was more than physically fit and capable, but it was another thing to be here, staring up at this towering obstacle.

“Hey-hey Edge, just be careful, okay? No rash-“

He summoned a pointed red bone in each of his hands, before leaping towards the wall and plunged both bones firmly into the rocky wall. While Y/n clung to his shirt, still trying to recover from Edge’s seemingly impulsive act, he had already placed his bare foot on the rocky wall, straighten his leg, and used the momentum to propel himself further up, a firm swing and plunge of his hand had him anchored to the cliff higher up.

“Jeez Edge! A little warning!” she chastised.

“WHAT’S THE MATTER?” Edge laughed, looking over at her tightly clinging to his tank top, “I THOUGHT YOU WERE AN EXPERT AT CLIMBING?”

“Yeah, well you can still accidentally shake me off Edge!” She cried out, not relaxing her grip, “Look Edge, I know that you could easily scale this thing in seconds if you wanted to, but the point of rock climbing isn’t to ice-pick your way up!”

“HOW CAN THERE BE ANY OTHER POINT BUT TO USE THE MOST EFFECTIVE MEANS TO CLIMB UP IN THE MOST EFFICIENT MANNER?” Edge asked, swinging himself further up, once again jarring Y/n.

“The point is to take your time, look for paths and handholds that you can use to naturally pull yourself up!” She gestured at the wall, “Otherwise you might as well just summon more bones and create the path yourself if you're going to use your magic like this!”

“SO YOU WANT ME TO NOT USE MY MAGIC?!” Edge glared over at her.

“I want you to take your time and enjoy the challenge Edge.”

He looked away, glaring at the stone wall in front of them.

“Edge?”

Releasing his hold on one of his bones, Edge moved his hand to a nearby ledge, pulling himself more firmly on it. The moment his other hand joined him, both bones (still impaled into the cliff) vanished without a trace.

“DON’T THINK THAT YOU’VE CONVINCED ME PEST. I-I JUST REALISED HOW BORING THIS ACTIVITY WAS AND THOUGHT I WOULD ACTUALLY GIVE MYSELF A CHALLENGE!” He said, looking for his next hold.

She smiled, “Of course not.”

He huffed and continued climbing.

~*~

Now that he was taking his time, Edge’s pace slowed down long enough that he actually noticed how the wall changed in front of him, pointing out odd formations to her with interest, which she quickly returned. She, in turn, helped him by being able to see holds he had otherwise missed, subtly telling him that she thought one direction looked more pleasant than the other.

For the most part, they were silent, each listening to the sea crashing off to the side and enjoying the salty sea air blowing across their bodies. Short of her subtle hints and him noting natural formations the further he climbed, the pair listened, rather than talked.

That was, till Edge made another observation.

“YOU SEEM TO BE HANDLING YOURSELF BEING OUT OF THE HOUSE BETTER THAN YOU LET ON.” he said, eyeing her over his shoulder.

She shrugged, “I really don’t know what to say Edge. I mean, I was a bit upset this morning, but right now? Now I’m just going along with the flow…guess I'm okay being out here after all.”

Edge scoffed, looking back to the cliff, “IF YOU REALLY THINK THAT, THEN YOU’RE IN BIGGER DENIAL THAN I THOUGHT.”

“What do you mean?”

He kept climbing, “YOU WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND. YOU’RE TOO HUMAN.”

“So you’re not going to explain at all?” she asked angrily.

“WHY DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU?!” he growled, stopping mid climb as his fists dug deep into the bare rock.

“Because you know something and you’re not going to tell me? How is that fair Edge?!”

“YOUR SOUL IS BARELY DETECTABLE, OKAY?!”

There was stunned silence as Edge growled under his breath and Y/n felt her breath hitch.

“My-my soul?” she asked, placing her hand to her chest.

Edge resumed his climb up, a lot quicker now.

“What do you mean it’s barely detectable? What’s does that mean?!”

After a while, and with obviously great reluctance, Edge continued “SOULS ALWAYS SHRINK AND TRY TO HIDE WHEN THEY FEEL THREATENED OR SCARED.” He laughed bitterly, “AND OF COURSE YOU’RE SCARED TO BE OUT OF THE HOUSE, TO BE ALONE WITH ME.”

“But I don’t feel scared or threatened.” she insisted.

Edge shrugged and continued to climb. “DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT YOUR SOUL IS HARDLY THERE.”

They fell into an awkward silence, neither one of them enjoy the sounds of the beach anymore.

“Do-do the others know? Can they sense the same thing?” she whispered.

Edge growled, “NOT MANY MONSTERS CAN SENSE AS SHARPLY AS ME AND MY BROTHER CAN.” He looked over his shoulder at her, “BUT YES.”

“Oh.”

Edge continued to climb, no longer pausing to note things she knew he would have just moments ago.

Slowly, after thinking about what he said, Y/n gently patted Edge’s shoulder, startling him still as he neared the top. “Edge, I-I know nothing about souls, but I swear, I’m not afraid right now.” She shrugged, “I’ve been feeling pretty consistent all day, actually.”

“REALLY?” he asked, looking over at her in disbelief.

She smiled gently, “I promise.”

His gaze was searching, till eventually he brightened and returned to the cliff, quickly pulling himself up and over the edge. Happy to stretch her cramped muscles, Y/n dropped from Edge’s shirt and moved around the cliff top, eventually leaving over to look at how far they had climbed.

“YOU’RE AWFULLY BRAVE FOR ONE SO SMALL, SO HIGH UP.”

She laughed, looking back up at Edge who had been watching her thoughtfully. “You know, I was just thinking who would fair better from a drop like this?” She looked back down and experienced a bit of vertigo, quickly deciding she rather not topple off after just reaching the top, before sitting down with her legs hanging off the ledge to watch the sea and beach below.

After a while, she looked back to see Edge quickly looking away, a blush on his cheeks. Smiling, she patted the ground next to her. “Come on Edge, you might as well take a break. It’s a long way down.”

“YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE YOU’RE PLANNING TO PUSH ME OFF PEST.”

She laughed, falling backwards as she stared up at Edge, upside down, “Seriously Edge? Are you that paranoid about me?” She grinned, “I’m far more likely to put a tack down just as you were sitting.”

He seemed to consider that, before he gingerly sat down, using one of his hands to thoroughly check his spot before fully committing.

Chuckling and pushing herself up, Y/n watched as Edge dangled his long legs off the cliff as well, before the pair turned to watch the sea and all the people below them. Y/n quickly glanced over at Edge just once, noting strangle how much he looked like Papyrus happy when he wasn’t with the scowl, and how he actually looked relaxed for once. As she turned back to the beach, that thought brought a smile to her face.

~*~

“y/n! edge!”

They looked down to see Stretch standing at the cliff’s base. When he saw them looking down at him, he waved, pointing to the ground next to him before leaning back, his hands settling back into his pockets.

“Guess he wants us to come down.” she said, looking for a way down.

“TOUGH! I’M NOT GOING DOWN JUST BECAUSE HE ASKED!” Edge cried out angrily, folding his arms.

“Well, I’d like to see what he wants.” She stood up with a stretch, before looking at Edge, expectantly. “Can I ask you to lower me down with your magic?”

“AND HAVE YOU SOMEHOW SHAKE IT OFF AND FALL ALL THE WAY DOWN?” he shook his head, “I DOUBT YOU COULD SURVIVE SUCH A FALL.”

She thought about the few times the skeletons had tried to grab her with their magic and she had shaken them off. She also thought about the times she was relaxed and didn’t fight back, allowing them to transport her where they will. It seemed she had at least some control over that, and the fact she did, appeared to be making Edge uneasy.

Thinking of alternatives, she asked “Should we just get Stretch to teleport up here then?”

Edge scowled at her, before he reluctantly snapped his fingers and another one of those large dog-like skull creatures materialised before him. It nuzzled up to his hand, before he pushed it away as it whined about not getting a pat.

Edge snapped his fingers again and pointed to the ground before Y/n, where the creature slowly lowered to her eye level, its red glowing eyes narrowed in suspicion as it growled softly. Absentmindedly, she raised her hand towards it, and the creature quickly snapped at her, making her instantly draw her hand back.

“Is the plan to get this guy to carry me down?” She looked up at Edge “How is this safer?” she asked, as the creature continued to growl.

Edge flinched, before clenching his fists. “DO YOU TRUST ME?” he asked.

“I trust you just fine.” She eyed the creature again wearily, “it’s the growling, snapping skull that shoots death lasers that I’m doubting.”

“THAN TRUST THAT WE ARE BOTH THE ONE AND SAME THING, AND THAT YOU WILL BE FINE.”

She turned to him, thoroughly confused by that statement, “And what’s that suppose to mean?!”

He sighed wearily, rubbing his eyes before flinging out his arm in exasperation, “DO YOU WANT ME TO GIVE YOU A LESSON ON HOW MAGIC WORKS OR DO YOU PLAN TO TALK TO THE ASHTRAY BEFORE HE DISINTEGRATED INTO DUST?!”

She stared at him a moment longer, before reaching her hand out again, ignoring the creature’s attempts to scare her off with its growls and little jaw snaps. The moment she made contact and placed her hand of its snout, the creature flinched, its eyes darting quickly away as its growling stopped dead.

Grinning at her success, she looked back up to Edge, to see him staring at her in amazement, quickly looking away when she met his eye.

“W-WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!”

Nodding, she nimbly jumped onto the top of creature’s head, turning sideways so she could sit up while holding one of its horns for stability. The creature slowly rose into the air, hoving over to Edge, who nodded at it, his eye linger on her. The creature then flew away from him, hovering mid-air over the cliff drop, before slowly dropping. Y/n looked away from the upcoming ground and waved goodbye to Edge, who watched her go.

Stretch watched her approach him, his eyebrow raised in surprise as the creature lowered completely to the sand, allowing her jump off. The creature continued to stare at her for a long moment, before rising into the air, growling at Stretch, and simply vanishing from sight.

Looking up, Y/n could no longer see Edge; the place he had been sitting in was now empty.

“love to know how you pulled that off fun size.”

She turned to see Stretch strolling towards her, oddly impressed.

“What, sit on a moving bone creature?” She laughed, “let’s just say that I’ve had practice.”

Stretch grinned, bending down to pick her up. “come on, there’s something i’ve been waiting to show you all day.”

~*~

Stretch had walked away from the sandy beach, following the rocky walls of the cliff away. All attempts to get him to at least hint where he was taking her had only gotten her new puns to add to her mental collection, his grin ever broaden as she grew playfully frustrated by his responses.

Before long, however, Stretch stopped at an outcrop of rocks, gesturing with a vague, 'ta-da' motion.

Y/n leaned over his shoulders as she clung to his bare back, trying to see what deserved a ta-da.

“What is it?” she asked, looking to see him grinning over at her.

Still smiling, Stretch stepped over the ledge, feet first into a small, yet deep, natural rock pool.

Y/n’s eyes sparkled as she saw a few fish, many shells and clear sea water was held within a natural rock formation. Before she could help herself, Y/n climbed over Stretch's shoulders as he sat on the lip of the rock pool, diving head first into the water.

The cool water hit her at once, her only recently dried shirt and pants quickly becoming saturated again as she swam back to the surface. Giddy with glee, she swam the length of the rock pool, welcoming the slight stinging in her eyes as she enjoyed real seawater.

After her first lap, she swam over the Stretch’s leg, who was leaning back, watching her happily.

“Thank you so much Stretch!” she cried, wrapping herself around his fibula.

Stretch smiled lazily, reaching for his board shorts pocket and pulling out her towel. “i found this place early on and i figured you’d like it. sorry i didn’t bring the sunscreen, but at least i remembered your towel.”

Y/n looked towards the setting sun, shrugging, “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” She turned to grinning back at him, “And you can forget about the towel because I plan to live here!”

Stretch chuckled, “you sure like the water?”

She nodded, floating on her back, “It’s been forever since I last came to the beach. I honestly didn’t I think I’d miss it this much!”

“how long ago was that?”

She grinned, staring up at the sky, “that’d have to be when I came here with my family.” She doggy paddled away from Stretch, enjoying the motion. “The first thing my sister and I would do when we got here was to race each other to the beach with our boards, diving head first into the water. Oh how she squealed every time the water hit her!”

Stretch chuckled along with her, idly kicking his feet and grinning when he saw that doing so created a current for Y/n to drift along.

“what else you get up to?" He asked, mildly curious.

“Oh, nothing outlandish like half of the stuff you guys showed me today.”

She saw particular interesting shell below her, so she dived down for it, taking her time to enjoy the sensation of being suspended in clear, cool water, floating aloft in her own world. Once she grabbed the shell, she swam back to the surface, bringing it along with her to the edge.

Stretch had his hand out in the water, and she gladly dumped her shell with him, swimming away from him on her back once she had done so. “My brother and I would bury our napping dad in the sand, decorating him with shells and clumps of seaweed, while mum would take so many photos it was practically a stop-motion movie. Best thing about that was how my sister would always complain about all those photos, only for her to, later on in life, turn around and do the exact same thing! Meanwhile, Nan would always just walk along the beach’s shore, her old feet always in the water.”

Y/n’s chest gave a particularly painful throb, and she slowed to a stop in the water. Confused, and with Edge’s words still floating in her mind, she allowed herself to float adrift on the current Stretch was still supplying, trying to pinpoint what it was she was feeling exactly.

It wasn’t happiness, it wasn’t sadness, wasn’t nostalgia or anything really.

It was still just that numbing sensation; like being here was all just a dream. Like it was happening to someone else.

Stretch seemed to notice her silence, because he stopped moving his feet to bend over and scope her out from the water. “you doing okay fun size?”

She shook herself, turning to grin up at his worried face. “I’m okay,” She stood up, preparing to dive off his hand, “but I’ll be better when I get back into the water!”

~*~

Y/n spent the remaining time she had diving for shells and fighting the current generated from Stretch’s legs. Stretch himself seemed content to allow her to swim between his moving legs, watching her gather shells and trying to catch the fish when they came out. They didn’t speak much, beyond communicating on interesting things the other saw, but there was an easy and comfort in each other's presence that didn’t require constant chatter. It was oddly relaxing, and greatly appreciated by Y/n as she could already feel how physically drained she was as the sun set.

Before long, a message sounded off and Stretch reached into his short’s pockets and pulled out his phone.

“everyone’s done packing.” He looked up from the screen, “are you going to come back with me or am i going to have to tell blue i set you free into the wild?”

Shaking her head, Y/n reached the side of the rock pool and pulled herself out, the full weight as gravity returned was immediately noticed and not at all appreciated as she struggled to fully stand. She felt her towel softly drop on her, and she quickly wrapped herself in it, grateful for the warmth and concern.

“Thanks Stretch.” She smiled warmly up at him, tried.

He grinned back, lowering his hand so that she could sit on his hand as he stood up in the rock pool. He looked down to see her sitting on his palm, leaning heavily on his thumb.

“hey y/n, can you tell me the name of every piece of equipment you have in the workshop?” he asked, nonsensically.

“What?”

He shrugged, “i was hoping you could help me out with something.”

Not really seeing the point, but feeling inclined to help, Y/n mentally went through what she knew she had, listing them out loud, “Well, I have sanders, electric tools, the tube bending machine, -“

An odd, free-falling sensation endlessly overtook her, but by the time she noticed it, she was in a different place than she had been, still listing things for a few seconds.

“the polisher, the fabricators and wielding-“ she stopped, grabbing her stomach as it twisted in only slight discomfort. Turning, she looked back at Stretch, who was watching her in concern.

Seeing her looking at him, he shrugged, “i know that teleporting can be…unpleasant. blue tells me that thinking about something else helped ease the sensation?”

“It did,” she agreed, “but I wish you could have given me some warning.”

“sorry fun size.”

“Y/N!” “Y/N!”

Y/n turned back around to see Blueberry and Papyrus dressed back in their throw-over clothes, back to wearing shirts (and proper pants, as was in Papyrus's case). From here, she could see the two cars packed and ready to go, with Red leaning on Edge’s car and watching the sunset peacefully next to his brother, who scowled at humans open gawking at him. Sans waited by Papyrus’s car, looking tiredly at his phone.

Before they got too close, however, Stretch pulled her back. “easy guys. not everyone was the boundless energy of you two.”

They skidded to a halt, looking sheepish.

“WE-WE KNOW THAT.” muttered Blueberry, toying with his fingers.

“WE JUST WANTED TO SHARE OUR AMAZING TRIUMPHS AT BODYBOARD SURFING!” exclaimed Papyrus, proudly.

Stretch grinned, “well, that sounds like something i’d like to hear. mind if i switch with sans, paps?”

“NOT AT ALL!” beamed Papyrus.

Stretch nodded, putting his hand into his other pocket and pulling out a small fist full of shells. “while i go and ask, can i ask you two to find a safe place for these shells? y/n picked them out herself.”

“SHE DID?!” they cried out, their eyes sparkling, before their shoulders fell.

“WE DIDN’T COLLECT ANY SHELL!S”

“I DIDN’T THINK WE WERE ALLOWED!”

Grinning, Stretch carried Y/n over to Sans, casually winking at the edgy brothers, causing Red to smirk and Edge to splutter.

“YOU BETTER NOT BE EXPECTING A LIFT WITH ME ASHTRAY, BECAUSE YOU JUST LOST ANY CHANCE IN HELL YOU HAD OF THAT HAPPENING!!”

“already got it covered.” replied Stretch, already past him.

Stretch leaned back on Papyrus’s car as Sans sighed warily, putting away his phone.

“trouble?” Stretch asked.

Sans sighed again, “no, and that’s worrying me.”

Stretch held Y/n out to him, “why don’t you take y/n with you into edge’s car? you two look like you could do with a quiet trip.” He looked down at her, “assuming that works for you?”

“Yes please.” Y/n sighed gratefully, sliding onto Sans’s clothed shoulder.

She loved Papyrus and Blueberry very much, but she just didn’t have the energy. Today had been a very long day.

~*~

As Edge followed Papyrus's car back home, Y/n was leaning on Sans’s skull, so tired that the position was the most comfortable she could ever recall being. The trip home was relatively quiet, with Red eventually turning around in his seat to grin at her.

“hey there babydoll, i don’t think i’ve ever seen yer look so tired. not even when ya actually fell asleep during that lightning storm.”

“I feel like falling asleep.” She mumbled, and that was partially true. Physically, she felt drained, but mentally…something was off and that something was keeping her from falling asleep, accidentally or otherwise.

Sans chuckled, slight jarring her further awake. After a while he sighed, whispering to her softly, “y/n, i just wanted to let you know how much this day has meant to the guys…i know it wasn’t easy for ya, but you did it anyway. thank you.”

She waved him off, “After yesterday, it was the least I could do. Besides, I think everyone had fun, so I guess it was worth it in the end.”

Sans nodded, and the car fell back into a comfortable silence for the rest of the journey.

Y/n watched the world pass beyond the car's window, passing the landmarks she knew as the area grew more familiar the further they travelled. Although tired, she could feel herself eager for home, looking forward to finally being back inside her house. The moment she saw it, she could feel herself mentally unwinding, the thing that kept her from truly feeling comfortable and okay clicking back into place, as her place in the world returned into view. Invigorated, she got her second wind, profoundly glad to be home. She had enjoyed today, looking back on all her memories with the guys fondly, happily even, but being home just felt right.

Which is why when she saw a strange motorbike with a side-car parked in her front yard, she felt a flash of anger and fear.

“son of a bitch.” growled Red, under his breath.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING HERE?!” Edge hissed, his glare matching his brother's.

“Who is it?” Y/n asked, looking around at the worried and livid expressions around her.

“guess you’ll see in a second.” sighed Sans, unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car.

Papyrus, Blueberry and Stretch were already out of their car and were walking towards them, concerned.

“SANS! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US WE HAD A GUEST?” asked Papyrus, looking conflicted.

“the word ‘guest’ assumes invitation paps, which i certainly didn’t offer.”

“THEN HOW DID THEY FIND US?!” Edge cried out in frustration.

“BECAUSE YOU IDIOTS ARE PITIFULLY INEPT AND WOEFULLY INFERIOR WHEN COMPARED TO MY MALEVOLENT SELF AND MY SUPERIOR TRACKING SKILLS!”

As one, all the skeletons turned to the house to see a new, short skeleton in tight, black thigh-high socks, black shorts and black top with pointed shoulder pads, wearing knee-high deep purple boots and matching colours for the bandana tied around his neck and wicked looking gloves, smirking at them from the front door. A tall, lanky skeleton was leaning on the door frame behind him, his tight black pants and short-sleeved black furred jacket enhanced the orange turtle-neck shirt and a studded collar around his neck. Both had scars over one of their eye sockets, but only the tall one had a gold fang. Overall, these two fashion choices remind Y/n heavily of Red and Edge when she first saw them.

Like he could sense her looking him over, the short skeleton's deep purple eye lights were drawn to Y/n standing on Sans’s shoulder, his sharp smile broadening.

“HELLO PET!” he grinned.

 

Next Chapter is called: The Swap after the Fall

Chapter Text

“Y/N IS NOT A PET!” Blueberry cried out, indigent on her behalf.

But the short skeleton waved a dismissive hand towards him, “QUITE CHILD! THE ADULTS ARE SPEAKING!”

“WE’RE THE SAME AGE!” Blueberry tried to approach the short skeleton, but he was quickly restrained by Stretch and Papyrus on either side of him.

“BLUE! DON’T FALL INTO HIS TRAPS TO ENRAGE YOU!”

“he’s not worth it bro.”

Meanwhile, the short skeleton was laughing maniacally by the front door, pointing and laughing at Blueberry, who continued to glare at him through Stretch’s and Papyrus’s restraining arms. “YES! PROTECT THE BABY! WE WOULDN’T WANT HIM TO HURT HIMSELF NOW, WOULD WE?!”

“what are you doing here blackberry?” Sans asked, taking a step towards him with Red and Edge flanking him.

The tall skeleton pushed himself away from his resting position on the front door’s archway to stand behind the short skeleton, protectively, his face giving away nothing of what he may be thinking or feeling.

Blackberry, however, stamped his foot in irritation, “DO NOT CALL ME THAT!” he folded his arms, “IF I AM FORCED TO ABIDE BY A STUPID NICKNAME, YOU WILL NOT CALL ME ANYTHING HAVING TO DO WITH THAT CHILD!!”

“whatever you say, brat.” Red grinned, with Edge snickering next to him.

“WHAT WAS THAT, YOU DISGUSTING PERVERTED SLOB?!” shrieked the short skeleton.

Red's grin fell, “i said, -“

“red! that’s not helping.” Sans spoke over him, exasperated, before looking back at the enraged short skeleton, “black, what are you two doing here?”

Black scoffed, his smile curling into smugness, “WHAT, THOUGHT YOU FOOLS COULD HIDE FROM ME?”

“WE WEREN’T HIDING, YOU IDIOT!” Edge exclaimed, folding his arms, “YOU WERE THE ONES THAT DECIDED TO STAY BEHIND!”

“ONLY BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT TO LOOK AT YOUR UGLY FACES EVER AGAIN! BESIDES,” Black’s eyes focused on Y/n, “I SHOULD BE THE ONE SURPRISED, SEEING HOW I WAS TOLD GETTING A PET WAS EXPRESSIVELY FORBIDDEN.”

“STOP CALLING HER A PET!” spat Blueberry, side-stepping around his brother and Papyrus to stand next to Y/n, still on Sans’s shoulder.

“AND SANS NEVER FORBADE YOU FROM GETTING A PET!” Papyrus said, quickly moving to stand next to Blueberry, one arm holding him back as he looked at Black, “ONLY FROM ADOPTING A BITTY! I EVEN OFFERED TO TAKE YOU TO A PET SHOP AND PICK OUT A NICE TORTOISE WITH YOU!”

“IF I WANTED A STUPID TORTOISE, I WOULD HAVE GONE BY MYSELF!” Black’s eyes focused on her, “BUT A BITTY, A SMALL HUMAN?! NOW, WOULDN’T THAT MAKE FOR A FINE PET FOR MY MALEVOLENT SELF?”

He turned to the tall skeleton behind him. “MUTT,” he commanded, “I WANT THAT PET.”

In a flash, all the skeletons she knew steeped in front of her, protectively. But Y/n eyes stayed focused on the shorter skeleton, who had doubled over at seeing them move so quickly, laughing at them.

“DI-DID YOU SEE HOW QUICKLY THEY MOVED TO PROTECT IT?!” he snickered.

Mutt smirked, his eyes scrolling over all of them, “very quickly, m’lord.”

Black wiped away tears of mirth from the corner of his eyes, before his expression grew thoughtful, “ISN’T THAT…INTERESTING?”

“last time black,“ Sans said, pushing himself to the front of their group, closer to Black and Mutt, “what are you doing here?”

Black scoffed, “DON’T PRETEND THAT’S YOUR REAL QUESTION!” he waved a dismissive hand at Sans, “THE FREAKS ARE FINE WHERE THEY ARE, YOUR VIRUS IS STILL SPYING ON THEM, AND THEY HAVE NO CLUE WHERE YOU ALL ARE.”

“then how did you find us?” growled Red.

“LIKE I WOULD HONESTLY TELL YOU THAT!”

Sans sighed heavily, “then what are you doing here, specifically? last you said, you had enough being there and were looking to move on, which i said you could on the same conditions i give everyone else.”

“YEAH? WELL, I KNEW YOU WERE HIDING SOMETHING, ESPECIALLY SEEING AS HOW YOU WERE AWFULLY QUICK TO SEE ME AND MY BROTHER GO WHEN WE BOTH KNOW YOU NEED EVERY BIT OF HELP YOU CAN GET!” Black folded his arms, sneering down at Sans, “I ASSUME YOUR MACHINE IS STILL BROKEN?”

“THAT’S NOT FAIR BLACK!” Papyrus walked next to his brother, placing both arms on Sans’s shoulders and gently brushing against Y/n in the process, supportively, “IT’S ONLY BEEN UNDER TWO WEEKS SINCE WE MOVED OUT!”

“AND YET YOU’VE HAD TIME TO GO ON A HOLIDAY AND GET YOURSELVES A PET? LOOKS LIKE I WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU FOOLS HIDING SOMETHING AFTER ALL!” He sneered at the whole lot of them “WHO KNEW IT WAS THAT YOU WERE ALL HYPOCRITES!”

Mutt lowered his head towards Black, saying quietly, “m’lord?” Black cocked his head slightly towards his direction as he continued to return everyone’s glares, “perhaps now would be a good time to give them your demands?”

“AH!” Black straightened up, grinning, “I CAME OVER HERE TO FIND WHAT YOU WERE ALL HIDING SO THAT I COULD USE IT AGAINST YOU AND THEN DEMAND THE TWO VERY BEST ROOMS FOR MY PERSONAL USE,“ his sharp grin widened as his eyes locked on to Y/n’s, “BUT I THINK I’LL ALSO ADD GETTING YOUR PET INTO THAT ARRANGEMENT NOW!”

“WHAT RIDICULOUSNESS IS THIS?!” Edge cried out, striding towards the smug Black, who stared up at his glowering face, unflinching, “’DEMAND’ ALL YOU WANT, YOU SPOILED BRAT! WE DON’T HAVE TO GIVE IN TO YOU OR YOUR PITIFUL DEMANDS!”

“YES YOU DO!” Black moved sideways to look around Edge and back at Sans, “OR I’LL GO BACK TO MT EBBOTT AND TELL EVERYONE THERE MY LITTLE SECRET! MAYBE I’LL EVEN TELL THE HUMANS! WHAT DO I CARE WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THAT?! IT’S NOT MY HOME, AFTER ALL!”

Stunned silence followed this; even Edge did a double step back. Y/n looked behind her and saw all of her friends' faces mixed with apprehension, frustration and rage. Sans himself was clenching his fists at his sides, the lights in his eyes gone out.

‘Whatever this secret is, this brat is threatening my friends into complying with his wishes.’

Well, she knew where she stood on threats.

“If I agree to be with you,” Y/n called out, clearly, “You, and that tall skeleton behind you, have to agree to leave this place and never return, swearing also to never reveal that secret to anyone, in any form, for as long as you both live.”

“AND WHY WOULD I BARGAIN WITH MY FUTURE PET?” Black asked her, aloft.

“Because I am not Sans’s, or anyone else's pet, and because nothing anyone says will ever make me comply with your wishes!” She glared at him, “I promise you; if you take me, without my consent, I’ll fight you with everything I have, every second of every day!”

As one, the skeletons all turned to look at her, all of them speaking at the same time:

Edge moved away from Black and towards her as he waved his arms in exasperation, “STOP WITH THIS FOOLISH NONSENSE! DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM!!”

Sans looked at her, “y/n, you don’t have to do this. we’ll find another way to settle this.“

“I WON’T LET YOU GO WITH HIM!” Blueberry cried, reaching for her, “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HE’S LIKE Y/N!“

“Y/N! DON’T DO THIS, PLEASE!” Papyrus begged, tear gathering in his eyes.

“you’ve got another thing coming if you think we’re letting him take you without a fight, fun size.” Stretch said, moving in front of her and Sans.

“if that tiny tyrant thinks he can get within one mile of you babydoll,” Red growled, his eye flashing menacingly as he moved to Stretch’s side. “he’s got another thing coming.”

Y/n pushed away Blueberry’s hand and jumped off Sans’s shoulder to land on Red’s, “While I appreciate the support guys, I can do what I want.” She glared at Black, who, along with Mutt, were watching the guys trying to plead and persuade her in mild surprise and peeked interest, “Especially if it helps my friends.” She called out to him, “Do we have a deal?”

Black looked away from her piercing, determined stare, to notice the other skeletons’ expressions around her. Something about their expressions must have brought him joy, because he quickly smiled, grinning eagerly, “DEAL!”

But Y/n shook her head, “I want to hear you swear to it! Say the whole thing properly!”

Black rolled his eyes, but replied, “I SWEAR TO LEAVE HERE AND NEVER COME BACK AND I SWEAR TO NEVER REVEAL MY SECRET TO ANY MONSTER OR HUMAN, AS LONG AS I LIVE.”

“And the other skeleton!”

Mutt smirked, sinking back into his jacket, “i agree to any and all conditions m’lord agrees to.”

“THERE!” cried Black, “NOW COME OVER HERE TO YOUR NEW MASTER!”

Yet Y/n shook her head, “I don’t know you from any other pile of bones. How do I know you’ll keep your word?”

“ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR?!”

“Then swear to me on the most important thing you hold dear!”

Black growled, looking away thoughtful. Eventually, he brightened and turned back to her, “I SWEAR ON MY POSITION AS CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD AND ON MY VERY SOUL, I WILL NEVER TELL ANYONE MY SECRETE, AND TO NEVER COME BACK HERE! NOW COME HERE!!”

Y/n flinched at his tone, but nodded, glad that the deal had been struck.

‘Now to honour my side of things.’

Leaping off Red’s shoulder, Y/n noticed that all on her skeleton friends took a step towards her. She turned around and raised her hands, “Guys stop! Let me do this…please.” She smiled gently, before slowly winking.

Quickly turning around, Y/n walked towards the grinning and indifferent skeletons, approaching Black and climbing onto his offered hand as he crouched to get her. Once she was on, he lifted her to his shoulder, gleefully grinning as he watched her gingerly settle on his shoulder.

With a triumphant cry, he turned and taunted his victory, “MWHA HAH HA! YOUR PRECIOUS PET IS MINE AND MINE ALONE NOW!!”

The skeletons she knew continued to glare at him, looking at her with deep concern.

“Is-is this what’s it’s like to be with you?” she asked tentatively, patting down his shoulder and looking behind her to see Mutt once again leaning on the open front door’s archway, eyeing her.

Black puffed on his chest, “QUITE PET! ENJOY BEING PART OF THE WINNING TEAM FOR ONCE, IN SILENCE! I HAVEN’T FINISHED TAUNTING YOUR PREVIOUS OWNERS YET!”

But Y/n simply shook her head, “No, I need to clarify that I am, indeed, with you.”

Black turned to look at her, angrily perplexed, “WHA- OF COURSE YOU’RE WITH ME! WHAT-?“

But he never got a chance to finish that sentence, because the next thing he knew, Y/n had punched him as hard as she could, really hurting her wrist in the process as his head spun the other way. Before he could recover, she leapt off his shoulder and jumped towards the open front door. Orange magic grabbed her, but she easily shook it off, startling Mutt, who had not been expecting her capable of doing that. By the time the two recovered from their shooks, Y/n was already running for the front door’s air vent, sliding in past the bars and running further in.

“GET BACK HERE!!!” screamed Black, his voice ringing through the entire house, the sounds of fighting clearly happening in the background.

Heart pounding, Y/n struggled to climb up using what had to be at least a sprained wrist. Just as she finished pulling herself to the next floor’s level, she was bathed in purple light. Looking down, she saw a fanged dog-like skull creature, flying at her with its mouth open wide in a snarl. Fully panicked, she ran for her life, but didn’t manage to get very far as she felt two sets of very sharp fangs dragging along her back, snapping shut around her raggy shirt and bikini, before dragging her backwards and down where she had come from.

She screamed and struggled to pull herself free, even as Black’s voice called out, triumphant, “HA! I’VE GOT HER!” somewhere below her.

“enough!!” shouted Sans’s voice.

The creature at her back vanished, and Y/n was left to fall the rest of the way down, her arm held out to embrace for the impact.

*Thump!*

“Ahhhh!”

Y/n felt her sore hand bend too far towards her body, her shriek of pain ringing around her as tears spilled over her cheeks. Gasping through her sobs, laying flat on the cold air vent ground, she looked up to see purple eye lights staring in at her in shock, anger and…betrayal.

“Y/N!”

The eye lights looked away, shifting awkwardly in place as if the owner struggled to raise. Before that happened, however, someone was pushing it aside and soon, Papyrus’s eye light peered in instead, his expression twisting in sorrow as he saw her struggling to breathe through her sobs and tears. Quickly and delicately, his hand reached in towards her, stretching out fully to reach for her and falling just short. Still sobbing, Y/n dragged herself towards the hand, letting herself be wrapped up in his protective grasp as he brought her out.

As Papyrus struggled to stand, Y/n looked around at the carnage of the front door and yard.

Black was still struggling to raise up from the floor near the ground floor vent Papyrus had just pulled her from, with Mutt also struggling to push himself up by the front door’s landing, glaring at Papyrus, as he lay in a pile of shattered door fragments. There were holes punctured through every surface in the hall, with bits of wall plaster and floorboards scattered everywhere.

The front yard itself also had holes and freshly turned dirt everywhere, with only Sans was standing in amidst her other friends, who were struggling to raise, putting away his phone. From here, she could tell that windows had been smashed and even more holes now lined her house outer walls, leaving distinct dents in the drywalls inside the house.

‘Really didn’t think this though.’ She thought glumly, noting all the damage.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?!” shrieked Black.

Sans ignored him, instead, walking towards her and Papyrus slowly and staggering, “she okay?” he asked, softly.

Papyrus shook his head, looking sadly down at her and her curled up position on his hand.

“I-I’m *Sob* I’m okay.” She cried out, despite her best efforts to control her breathing and the pain, her hand held protectively to her chest.

She felt a stinging sensation as something was gently dragged across her back, making her hiss in further pain.

“blood.” Sans said simply, looking at his finger he had just used to confirm his fears.

Slowly, he turned to glare down at Black, his smile tight.

“leave him alone!!” roared Mutt, now standing and leaning heavily on the doorframe. “if you touch him, i swear-“ He took a step forward and fell flat on his face, the solid sound of bone hitting hard on equally solid ground ringing out.

“RUS!!” cried out Black, his own struggles increasing in fever as he dragged himself over to Mutt’s collapsed form, moving to placing himself in front of him as Mutt struggled up into a sitting position. “TOUCH HIM AND I’LL END YOU, AND EVERYONE YOU’VE EVER CARED FOR SLOWLY!! STARTING WITH THE LYING BITTY!!”

Ignoring the pair, Sans looked over his shoulder and up at Papyrus, “do you know if we have any monster candy?”

Papyrus shook his head, sheepishly, “I-I ER GUESS I FORGOT TO BUY SOME.” His shoulders fell as he continued to look at Y/n’s crying form, “I’M SUCH AN IRRESPONSIBLE MONSTER AND FRIEND.”

Sans moved to gently pat him, “s’okay bro. we all forget things from time to time, s’not a big deal.”

“I GUESS.” Papyrus said, sadly.

“sans!” bellowed Red, still flat on his back in the front yard, “what the fuck is this shit?!”

“it’s okay guys, i’ve just expanded the anti-magic field, that’s all.” He looked down at the two skeletons still struggling in front of him to place themselves in front of the other, “think i’ll keep it like this till we’ve sorted this out. you all should be fine once you’ve gotten used having your magic repressed.”

“GOOD THING WE’VE HAD PLENTY OF PRACTICE WHEN WE WERE PERFECTING THIS TECHNOLOGY, RIGHT SANS?” Papyrus added brightly, oblivious to the glares that were thrown his way.

But Sans took it in good mirth, “a-yep.”

He crouched in front of the two glowering monsters, each clearly wanting to hurt him, “now, you two, when you finally get used to it and can stand on your own feet, why don’t we continue this discussion in a far more relaxed and civilised manner?”

“WHY, SO THAT YOU CAN LIE AND TAKE CHEAP SHOTS AT US WHILE WE’RE DOWN!?!” snapped Black, his eyes darting between Y/n and Sans. “WE’LL NEVER SUBMIT TO YOU AND YOUR ‘AUTHORITY’!”

Sans glared down at him, “i’m not the one who invaded someone’s else home, making threats black.”

“NO, BUT I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS ATTACKED FIRST, MOMENTS AFTER MAKING A DEAL AND THEN GETTING STABBED IN THE BACK BY A LIAR!!”

“I didn’t lie.” Y/n insisted, now sitting up in Papyrus's cupped hands, her breathing now under her somewhat control, wiping away the last of her tears.

“YES YOU DID!” screeched Black, “LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!!”

“I said I would be with you, which I was! You never said how long that was!” Y/n snapped back, angry.

Black gaped at her, at a loss for words, before his glare returned and he continued to rise slowly, he and Mutt’s struggle to stand up fully obviously very difficult for the pair. “WHY YOU DECEITFUL, TWO-TIMING-!”

Y/n struggled to stand as well, ignoring the throbbing pain in her wrist, “Now, keep your word and leave!”

Black stood tall, shoulders back, “WHY SHOULD I?! YOU TRICKED ME!! YOU KNOW VERY WELL THAT IS NOT WHAT I AGREED TO!!”

“Now who’s the liar?!”

“m’lord?” Mutt asked, placing a hand on Black’s shoulder, “perhaps it would be best-“

But Black shook him off, “I WILL NOT LET THIS INSIGNIFICANT PET TRICK ME, HER RIGHTFUL MASTER!! I’M NOT LEAVING TILL I GET WHAT I AM DUE!”

“You will never be mine, or anyone’s ‘Master’, and what you are due is what you owe! Or are you going to go back on your word, Captian of the Royal Guard?” Y/n sneered.

While Black continued to glare at her in thunderous rage, Mutt sighed heavily, looking towards the front yard and seeing the others already on their feet, moving shakily towards them. “then perhaps we should go home?”

“LIKE HELL I- OH!” Black’s scowl quickly morphed into a smug grin as he stepped towards Y/n, ignoring Sans, who blocked his path to her, “YEAH! I GUESS WE BETTER SAY GOODBYE TO OUR NEIGHBOURS THEN!”

“WHAT FOOLISHNESS IS THIS NOW?!” cried Edge, moving himself to gingerly to stand by Papyrus’s side, with the others moving inside more slowly.

But Y/n’s expression fell, causing Black’s grin to widen. Judging by the look on Sans’s face, he too, had guessed what Black was implying.

Black stood back, smug, the last of the effects of the magic restriction leaving him as his movement returned to his previous energy and fluid, “JUST THE PRIME BIT OF LAND, DIRECTLY ACROSS YOUR HOUSE! WE’RE THE OWNERS OF THAT NOW, AND SO THAT MAKES US YOUR NEIGHBOURS!”

Edge scoffed, “YOU CANNOT BUY LAND THAT WE ALREADY OWN, YOU IDIOT! SOME HUMAN HAS OBVIOUSLY TRICKED-“

But Y/n spoke up, reluctantly, “He’s not making it up Edge. We don’t own all the land around us.”

All eye lights focused on her, leaving her to cradle her arm as she explained, “My great- whatever, grandfather bought this land but made sure to leave that bit of it to be owned by the bank.”

“WHY?!” cried out Edge.

Y/n sighed, exasperated, “He always wanted this to be a community area, swore that would happen one day! He said that if there was land people saw they could buy, we’d get neighbours, who would then tell other people how great it was living here and he could sell a bit of our land to people who asked him about other lands close by, building up a community that way. By the time anyone in my family noticed, it was several generations later and every owner since then kinda just viewed the whole thing as quaint, family lore. No one seriously thought someone would buy it, and it seemed like a waste of money just to keep something that had never been hinted at happening from happening!”

“i noticed that block of land when i was sighing the papers, but i didn’t think much about it.” admitted Sans, warily.

“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!” screeched Edge

“AH HA! AND NOW I AM THE RIGHTFUL OWNER OF THE LAND, SO IT DOESN’T MATTER THAT YOU CHEATED OUT OF OUR DEAL!” Black’s grin turned into a scowl, “AND I VOW TO RAIN VENGEANCE UPON YOU AND THIS ENTIRE HOUSEHOLD FOR ALL THE INJUSTICES I HAVE SUFFERED THROUGH HERE TODAY!!”

Somehow, this seemed worse than what it had been before. By tricking him into keeping his silence and staying away from her home, she had thought it didn’t matter if she made an enemy; he would be forced to keep his word. If he broke his word it meant he was a liar, that he couldn’t be trusted at all and it didn’t matter that she tricked him. If he did keep his word, then he would have no choice but to leave. But now, not only had she made a powerful enemy, she also couldn’t call him a liar, not if he and Mutt were content to attack from a distance. There would be no peace, no mercy from these guys who obviously saw grudges to their bitter ends.

Still, there was one last thing he seemed to be interested in…but it would cost her.

“How about a trade?”

Black scoffed, his scowl returning two-fold, “IF YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT I’LL TRUST ANY DEAL WITH YOU, YOU CONNIVING, TRAITOROUS-“

“Keep the deed to the land then, because that’s not what I’m trading for!”

Black took a step back, his expression absolutely shocked, “NOT WHA- WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT?! OF COURSE YOU WANT THAT LAND SO YOU CAN KICK ME OUT!” he scowled, “I BET YOU THOUGHT I DIDN’T NOTICE THAT THE MOMENT I AGREE TO WHATEVER RIGID DEAL YOU OFFER, THE MOMENT YOU OWNED MY LAND, MY WORD AS CAPTAIN WOULD KEEP ME FROM GETTING MY VENGEANCE!”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n stuck her hand out vaguely towards her backyard, “I’m offering-Ah!”

“y/N!” cried out all the skeletons she lived with her, moving in for a closer look as she winched in severe pain.

“IS THAT BLOOD?!” cried out Blueberry, his face twisted in despair.

Y/n tried waving them off with her other hand, “Guys, I’m okay-“

“she’s not using her regular hand either.” Stretch noted, turning to glare at Black.

“what did you creeps do to her?!” growled Red, taking a step forwards Black and Mutt.

But Black held his ground, “ME?! IT WAS YOUR STUPID DEVICE THAT GOT RID OF MY BLASTER WHILE IT WAS HOLDING HER OVER A VENT DROP! IF ANYONE’S TO BLAME, IT’S THAT IDIOT THERE!” he pointed at Sans, who returned his glare.

“those are teeth marks on her back, black. blaster teeth marks.”

Black rolled his eyes, even as Mutt moved more securely to his side as the others squared off, “PLEASE! THOSE MARKS ARE JUST SCRATCHES AT BEST, AND THAT ‘BLOOD’ WAS MORE MARKS THAN AN OPEN WOUND.” He narrowed his eyes at all of them, “BESIDES THE CREAMPUFF AND THE CHILD, ALL OF YOU KNOW HOW EASILY HUMANS BLEED, EVEN PETS LIKE THIS ONE!”

There was an angry silence.

Suddenly, without another word, Edge turned and left the house, moving towards the vehicles.

“boss?” Red called after him, unsure.

Edge didn’t reply.

“HA! AT LEAST ONE OF YOU HAS THE DECENCY TO BE HONEST! ARE YOU ALL FORGETTING THAT SHE PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE?!” Black cried out, indigent.

“i’m thinking she didn’t hit you hard enough.” Red hissed, his fists clenching by his side.

Mutt glared at Red as Black’s scowl deepened, “AND I’M THINKING SHE DIDN’T FALL FAR ENOUGH!”

“why you little sh-“

“QUIT YOU USELESS BICKERING!”

Everyone turned to see Edge walking back inside, holding a plastic bag with something colourful inside it. He chucked this bag to Sans, who caught it in surprise.

“monster candy?” he looked over at Edge, “what are you doing with monster candy?”

Edge looked away as Red stepped in, “s’got healing properties right? so stop asking questions and give some to y/n already.”

Sans looked over at the pair, his gaze searching, before shrugging and fetching out a piece to hand to Y/n.

“EVEN YOU EDGE?!?” Black exclaimed in disbelief, “THE OTHER IDIOTS I COULD UNDERSTAND; EVEN YOU’RE BROTHER HAS A WEAK SIDE TO HIM, BUT YOU?! I EXPECTED BETTER!” he glared at the whole lot of them, “WHAT THE HELL IS WITH ALL THIS DEVOTION TO THIS PET YOU’VE BARELY KNOW FOR TWO WEEKS ANYWAY?!?”

“KEEP STRUGGLING BLACK.” Edge turned to glare at him, “YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND.”

Black returned his glare, before turning away to glare at Y/n instead.

Y/n, meanwhile, took the offered piece, but was watching Sans looking over the other pieces in the bag, his expression thoughtful.

“Anyone else hurt?” she asked.

“we’re good fun size.” Stretch sighed, looking over at Blueberry who hadn’t stopped glaring at Black the moment he entered the house.

Blueberry nodded, his eyes firmly locked with an indifferent Black, “YEAH.” He turned to look at her, his face filled with concern, “YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE THAT AS SOON AS YOU CAN THOUGH. IT’S NOT GOOD TO LET WOUNDS LINGER.”

“What about you two?” Y/n asked, looking over at Black and Mutt.

Black puffed out his chest, “YOUR CHEAP SHOT WAS SO PITIFULLY WEAK THAT IT HARDLY REGISTERED ON MY HOPE LEVELS!”

She nodded, turning to Mutt, “and you?”

Mutt said nothing, his gaze piercing hers.

“OF COURSE HE’S OKAY! I HAVEN’T GIVEN HIM PERMISSION TO- YOU’RE HURT?!”

Black was in the middle of his boasting when he had turned and gestured at Mutt, his eyes suddenly fixing on the crack running through Mutt’s eye socket that was now even more cracked.

Mutt shrugged, looking away, “it’s nothing m’lord.”

“Here.”

Y/n tossed over her candy piece to Mutt, who grabbed it easily before tossing it out the door.

“THAT WASN’T NICE!” cried Papyrus, amidst all the spluttering and growls of everyone else around her.

“Sans,” Y/n said, evenly, “can you hand Black the rest of the pieces?”

He looked confused, but nodded, opening the packet to fetch out another piece, “if you’re sure. let me just get ya another-“

“No, let him have all of it.” she looked at Black “He can decide if I should get a piece or not.”

Black stared at her, flinching when Sans approached him and pressed the bag into his chest, eyeing him sharply. Black appeared indifferent to that, as he returned to stare at her.

Y/n straightened her shoulder, “I won’t lie and say that I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she looked away, “but I will admit that I regret causing damage.”

Black continued to stare at her, before reaching in and fetching the smallest piece he could find. Eyeing the watching skeletons around him, he popped the candy into his mouth, before quickly looking at the bag in surprise.

“IT-IT HEALS?”

“OF COURSE IT HEALS!” exclaimed Edge, “WHY ELSE WOULD I HAVE GOTTEN IT FOR HER?!”

But Black wasn’t listening as he was already turning to Mutt and pushing the bag into his hands. “EAT ALL OF THIS!” he ordered.

Mutt emptied the entire bag into his mouth, and Y/n watched as the scars across his eye shrank back to what they were before, a scar still clear across his eye socket.

‘I guess there are limits on how much Monster Candy can heal after time has passed.’ She thought, looking at her bruised and swollen wrist.

“WHAT ABOUT Y/N?!” cried out Blueberry.

Black smirked, “I BELIEVE I SAW A PIECE FOR HER OUTSIDE, IN THE DIRT!”

Sensing the mood turning dark again, Y/n quickly cried out, “Guys! Stop!” They looked at her. “I was the one who said he could do what he wanted with the pieces.”

“YEAH! AND I DECIDED NOT TO GIVE HER ONE, SO THERE! MAYBE YOU’LL THINK TWICE BEFORE HITTING ME AGAIN!” Black exclaimed, leaning back smugly.

Sighing, she asked, “I’m sure I’ve only bruised it anyway. Can someone get me a cube of ice, wrapped in something?”

“I’LL GET IT!” proclaimed Blueberry, already rushing to the kitchen.

Smiling fondly after Blueberry, Y/n turned away to look back at Black, who wasn’t looking as smug as he had before. “Okay Black, here’s what I’m offering.” She gestured with her remaining good hand at him, to her house and then to herself, “I don’t know where you came from or why you seem to be insistent about hanging around here, but I know that you want me as a-“

“I COULDN’T CARE LESS ABOUT YOU!!” screeched Black.

She sighed, exasperated “Fine then! Stay the hell away from me for all I care, but you said you came here to blackmail a place for yourself in this house, you can’t deny that!” She waited for him to say something to the contrary, so it was rather surprising he only watched her expectantly. She continued, “That tells me that, despite what happened between us tonight, you still want to live here, on this property.”

“WHAT ARE YOU GETTING AT?” Black asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“kid, i don’t know where you’re going with this-“

She ignored Sans and continued, “You swore on your Captain of the Royal Guard title and your soul that you would stay away from this place and never step on this property.”

“YOU TRICKED ME, YOU-!“

“If you swear,” Y/n said, raising her voice to speak over him, “to respect the boundaries of everyone here and to agree to forgive and forget the events of tonight, as the landlady of this property, I’d be willing to forget too and let you build your home here, on my property, next to the house.”

There was a collective gasp from everyone.

“why would you offer something like that kid?” Sans asked her in disbelief.

Y/n gratefully took the ice cube wrapped in a paper towel from Blueberry with thanks, who looked as equally shocked as everyone else, before turning to face Sans, “Would it be better to have him as our vengeful neighbour Sans?” She gestured at Black, “I don’t know how long you’ve known him, so please tell me that I wrong, but Black seems like the type to hold a grudge. Am I wrong?”

Judging by the look on his face, she knew she was, unfortunately, correct.

Sighing, she turned to face Black, “Rather than dwell on who was right or wrong, let’s both agree that doesn’t matter-“

“DOESN'T MATTER!?! OF COURSE IT-!“

“It doesn’t matter because we both have something the other wants now! You want to live here and I don’t want you seeking vengeance against me and my friends!” She yelled, her second wind leaving her as the full physical toll of today really started to kick in.

Tiring, she sat down on Papyrus’s hands, stumbling from exhaustion and the lack of hands as she continued to hold the ice cube to her sore wrist.

“ARE YOU OKAY Y/N?” Papyrus asked, raising her from his chest level to his concerned eye level.

She chuckled softly, noting the other skeletons moving in closer to look at her, concerned as well, “I’m okay guys. Long day and all that.” She looked away from her friends to stare at Black, who looked absolute baffled by what he was seeing, “Do we have a deal?”

Black looked at each skeleton, his eyes lighting up further in absolute confusion, before looking over his shoulder at Mutt, who had even raised an eyebrow in surprise by what he was seeing. Scowling, he turned to glare at her, "WHY DO I HAVE TO BUILD A HOUSE?! WHY DON'T I GET A ROOM HERE?!"

"Try, first come, first served." When she saw that answer wasn't to his liking, Y/n changes tact, "I look at it this way; you get to design your own, private bedroom. Make it as ‘grand’ as you want, because this house doesn’t really have a master bedroom you can ‘accommodate’. Old homes like this were designed so that the family could grow and expand across generations, which means that all the bedrooms here are basically the same size.”

Black rolled his eyes, “SO WE GET A HOUSE ON THE PROPERTY BUT ARE BANNED FROM ENTERING THIS HOUSE, HOW IS THAT ANY BETTER FROM BEING NEIGHBOURS?!”

Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair, “If you stay out of people’s rooms and give me no reason to ban you, you’d be more than welcomed inside. You’d basically be roommates, only with your own house you get to design and build.” She looked around, “I’m sure we can hire contractors or something?”

“NO NEED Y/N!” Papyrus said brightly, “WE ALL HAVE AMAZING BUILDING SKILLS, REMEMBER?”

“Wha- oh yeah, my house.” She smiled fondly up at his beaming face.

“HOW DO I KNOW THAT YOU WON’T DOUBLE CROSS ME AGAIN?” Black scowled, irritated.

She indicated her head towards him, “You still have the deed, so that means you can still be our neighbours if you want.” She looked seriously at him, “But if you want to live here, be a part of what goes on here, you will be a decent roommate or you will be forcibly removed and I'll hold you to your word!” she looked at Mutt, “The same goes for you.”

Mutt smirked, but didn’t say anything.

Black, meanwhile, was thinking it over. He looked over all of her friends, around the house, before his eyes focused on her.

That’s when he grinned, his sharp teeth beaming in twisted delight.

“DEAL!”

Nodding, Y/n offered her good hand to him. He looked at, before smirking and folding his arms firmly.

Rolling her eyes, she dropped her hand and tried not to let her irritation show, “Okay then. Welcome to the house Black and …Mutt?” she looked at him, cocking an eyebrow in surprise when he shrugged, indifferent.

Black scoffed, “AT LEAST YOU HAVE THE DECENCY TO CALL ME BY MY PREFERRED NICK-NAME.”

“I will never call you Blackberry. Not because that’s what you want, but because you are nothing like Blueberry, my magnificent friend.” She glared at him, missing Blueberry’s blushing pride.

Black seemed taken aback, before he glared at her, “WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT, WON’T WE PET?”

She clenched her teeth, “The name's Y/n.”

He waved a dismissive hand at her as he moved towards the front door, “IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM BEING CALLED WHAT YOU ARE, THAT’S YOUR PROBLEM, NOT MINE.” He said, cocky, as Mutt followed him out.

Y/n and the rest of the skeletons walked outside to stand by the destroyed front door as the two skeletons climbed into their motorbike, Black taking the driver seat as Mutt slid into the side-car.

“Does that mean I should call you Brat then?” she asked, calling after him.

His grin fell, “TRY IT...PET.” He looked at Sans, “I’LL BE BACK TOMORROW MORNING TO DISCUSS JUST HOW GRAND AND IMPRESSIVE MY HOUSE WILL BE.” He looked up at their house, counting, “I’M THINKING AT LEAST FIVE-STORIES TALL.”

“LIKE HELL, YOU ENTITLED BRAT!” yelled Edge, his arms firmly folded.

Black kicked the engine to life, yelling over the roaring motor, “I COULDN’T HEAR YOU! TRY SAYING SOMETHING NOT PATHETIC AND WHINY NEXT TIME!”

Mutt mockingly saluted them from his sitting position, before Black started doing wheelies in the grass, tearing up the ground and splattering the nearby cars in dirt and mud, before tearing off down the driveway and out of sight, leaving everyone glaring at his retreating back.

“you have no idea what you’ve just invited in y/n.” Stretch sighed heavily.

Unfortunately, Y/n felt like she was getting a very clear picture of it now.

 

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After Black and Mutt had peeled off into the night, Y/n and the skeletons she actually liked were left to clean up the damaged created from the battle between Mutt and Black barricading their position and the guys trying to get in and reach Y/n.

Or rather, Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge were left to clean what they could.

Stretch and Red teleported off to look for more Monster Candy, both sceptical that anything was open at this hour, and Sans hurried inside to check that the machine and equipment in the basement hadn’t been tampered with, pulling out his phone as he did so.

Y/n, herself, sat against Papyrus’s ribcage, still cupped in his hand as he moved around the front yard and cleaned up the broken window glass shards and front door fragments with the other hand as Blueberry blocked the windows and Edge attempted to cover the front door with garbage bags. Obviously, he wasn’t happy with his work, because when Papyrus came back after taking the various bags filled with wood, drywall and glass fragments to the bin, Edge had further blocked the door with bones, glaring at his work from the outside.

“Won’t that get tiring, keeping your bones around like that till we can buy a new door?” Y/n asked, still cradling her arm.

Edge’s eyes briefly focused on her hand, before his eyes tightened and he turned back to the door, glaring at it. “NOT AT ALL!” he snapped.

But Papyrus shook his head, “THAT’S NOT TRUE; KEEPING OUR MAGIC AROUND LIKE THAT CAN GET REALLY EXHAUSTING! EDGE, YOU REALLY SHOULDN’T-“

“I’LL BE FINE!” he snapped, his shoulders hunched.

Papyrus sighed, before looking down at Y/n, his face conflicted. Before she could finger out what she was supposed to say, Papyrus raised his other hand and more bones appeared, further barricading the door.

With a start, Edge flinched and turned to look at Papyrus in surprise, who shrugged. “I WANT TO KEEP EVERYONE SAFE TOO EDGE.”

“THAT’S NOT-!” started Edge, before even more bones appeared across the door.

Both skeletons turned and watched as Blueberry came running from around the house’s corner, his face still holding the same fierce expression he had when he had gone off to look after the windows himself, blue magic fading from his eyes.

He skidded to a halt before them as he said, “WINDOWS ARE DONE! AND IF THEY TRY TO SNEAK IN AGAIN, WE’LL HEAR THEM THIS TIME!”

“HOW DID THEY GET THROUGH ALL OUR PUZZLES IN THE FIRST PLACE?” Papyrus asked, his expression thoughtful and slightly distressed.

Edge growled, but before he could reply, Stretch and Red appeared in the front yard, both sullen.

“BROTHER!” cried Blueberry, rushing over to Stretch, “DID YOU FIND ANY STORES THAT WERE STILL OPEN?”

Stretch looked tightly at Bluberry’s face before his eyes flickered to Y/n in Papyrus hand, who, along with Edge, had come over with his own hopefully expression. His shook his head, sinking deeper into his hoodie.

“sorry, y/n.” he looked up, “we’ll try again first thing in the morning, i promise.”

Blueberry quickly hugged Stretch, who looked startled by the sudden embrace, before he wrapped his arms around his brother, the smallest of sad smiles on his face.

Red, meanwhile, took one look at Edge glaring at the door over his shoulder, his fits clenched by his side, before he growled and vanished from sight again.

“I’M GOING TO CHECK MY TRAPS!” Edge barked the moment after Red was gone, striding off into the dark.

Looking away from Edge’s disappearing back, she turned and looked up at Stretch, smiling softly, “S’okay Stretch. I’m sure it’s only sprained.” When no one looked happy about that, she chuckled awkwardly, “Guys, it’s okay, really. Remember, bitties heal quicker than humans. I’m sure I’ll be better within a couple of days, at most.”

When no one could give her anything than just the smallest of smiles, she looked away, “Let’s just go and have dinner already.”

The mood during preparing dinner was grim, with Blueberry and Stretch sitting in uncharacteristically stoic silence at the small kitchen table as Papyrus prepared spaghetti for a very late dinner. Without his normal energy, his spaghetti dish actually managed to stay within the pot, and Y/n found herself missing pulling chunks of tomato out of her hair. Sans appeared in the kitchen as the pasta boiled, dumping himself into the remaining chair with more distinctive bags under his eyes than what he had before Black and Mutt left. When Stretch quirked a quizzical eyebrow at him, he shrugged and they both returned to sitting in sullen silence. The mood was not lightened when Edge finally came in and rested against the kitchen’s doorway, scowling. He snapped at Blueberry when he asked about the traps and puzzles, pointedly ignoring Stretch glaring at him and the question about triggered or by-passed traps and puzzles.

Only Red’s appearance with a Monster Candy brightened the mood, even if he ignored the question of how he had managed to get it legally. However, when Y/n ate twice the amount she had gotten from Edge that first time and her wrist was only a bit better and still sore, discoloured and stiff to move, everyone’s mood was quickly damped again, setting the mood for dinner.

Now Y/n sat at the dining room table, watching everyone finishing dinner in a lacklustre mood, all but ensuring everyone was going to be heading to bed soon.

‘Well, I have a few questions I need to ask.’ She thought, even if the idea of doing so struggled to form properly through her own exhaustion.

Taking a deep breath, she asked, "So, Black and Mutt?"

Everyone tensed up, keeping their eyes off her.

"Is 'Mutt' even his name, or is that an asshole thing that Black's doing to his brother? And what's with him calling Black 'M'lord'?"

Quickly, everyone looked to Red and Edge, who briefly shared a look before Red turned away, sinking into his jacket with a growl.

"IT'S WHAT THEY RESPOND TO." Edge said, speaking directly to Y/n, "AND IT'S WHAT THEY BOTH PREFER TO BE CALLED.”

"But it seems so much worse than Red calling you ‘boss’. That, at least, always struck me as some sort of a fun, sibling nickname.” she argued, “And I sure did see any indication of that with-"

"STOP!" Edge said, slamming his hand on the table. He glared at everyone as Red glowered at a nearby wall, “IT’S WHAT THEY PREFERRED TO BE CALLED!” he frowned at Y/n, “DON’T JUDGE THEM AND LEAVE WELL ENOUGH ALONE!”

There was a stunned silence from everyone else.

"Okay then. Black and Mutt it is." She looked around the table, "Where did they even come from?"

Now everyone turned to look at Sans, who gave a long, deep sigh.

"from our old place. the place we were all living before coming here.”

“So you all were really living together after all.” She looked around the table, “Is there any particular reason why you were all living together in the first place? I mean, it doesn’t look like it was for financial reasons, if you don’t mind me saying so. Or, are you all actually related, in some way?”

Sans grinned, even if it was tight. “it- it was a rather sudden and entirely unexpected series of events that…forced us together. trust me, “ he gestured around the table, “it wasn’t ideal for anyone, but we all agreed to make the best of it.”

“BUT WE DID DECIDE FAIRLY QUICKLY THAT WE NEEDED A BIGGER PLACE TO LIVE IN.” Papyrus added, sitting a little straighter, “BLACK AND MUTT SAID THEY WANTED TO STAY AT OUR OLD PLACE WHEN WE DECIDED TO MOVE HERE, SO WE GAVE IT TO THEM. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY THEY SUDDENLY CHANGED THEIR MINDS OR WHY THEY FELT THE NEED TO BREAK IN! THEY WERE ALWAYS WELCOMED HERE!”

Many of the skeletons looked like they would have disagreed with that.

“And the ‘freaks’?” she asked, noting how everyone suddenly looked away from her.

“another couple of brothers who were happier to have us gone and a place to themselves.” Sans said, tightly, not meeting her eye.

Y/n could tell there was more to that particular story, but everyone was tired and no one wanted a fight this late after a long and exhausting day.

Especially her, not after yesterday.

Yawing, she stretched her back, enjoying the crack up her spine as it released some of the pressure she had been building up since she got home, missing everyone else flinching at the sound. After stretching, she looked around the table, rubbing her stiff wrist, “Well, if we’re expecting them in the morning, then I guess we better get a good night sleep while we can.” She looked around, smiling tiredly, “Ignoring the wrist, the destroyed front door, numerous broken windows, smashed in walls, freshly tilled yard and a slight sunburn, I had fun today guys.”

“YOU GOT SUNBURNED TOO?!?” Blueberry cried out, thoroughly disheartened.

She walked over to his hand, patting him, “Easy Blue, I’m just joking and trying to lighten the mood! I swear, I have absolutely no hard feelings about any of this!” She looked around, “I’m sure it’s just the exhaustion and a slight ‘slap-happy’ I’ve got going on, but I’m just happy that we all got through all that in one piece.”

“black’s not what i call an ‘empty- threat’, but he’s not what i’d call dangerous either.” Sans admitted, before leaning back into his chair, gesturing to Edge, “in fact, i’d say he has a lot in common with edge, actually.”

Edge quickly raised to his feet, toppling over his chair as he slammed both hands onto the table in outrage, “HOW DARE YOU COMPARE ME TO THAT BRAT, YOU SLOTHFUL SCREWUP!”

Sans raised his hands, defensively, “easy edge, i only meant in the sense that you both can at least be reasoned with…even if you both have a tendency to fly into violent fits of rage.”

“HOW WOULD YOU REACT IF I COMPARED YOU TO THE ASHTRAY?!?” Edge screeched, gesturing to Stretch.

Sans and Stretch looked at each other, both checking the other one out before shrugging and looking back at Edge, indifferent. “s’not that big of a deal actually, edge.”

Stretch chuckled, “though, i must say i’d miss being able to reach for things on the top shelves and looking people in the eye.”

Red grinned playfully, “don’t worry about us shorties.” He winked at Y/n with a knowing smile, “we have plenty of other things we get to look at, if ya get what i mean.”

“LIKE WHAT?” asked Papyrus, genuinely curious even as Blueberry blushed and looked hurriedly away.

Snickering, Y/n gently patted Blueberry's hand as she looked around the table, “As amazing as this conversation is, I’m heading off to bed.”

“OH!” Blueberry looked down at her, his blush quickly fading, “WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO CARRY YOU?”

She smiled, “I was hoping you’d offer.”

His blush returning, he quickly raised her to his shoulder after she hopped onto his hand, walking upstairs and followed closely by Papyrus. When he levelled his hand before her balcony, allowing her a chance to hop off, she turned and watched the pair watching her, their faces sadden as conflicting thoughts ran through both their heads.

“Everything okay guys?” she asked, somewhat concerned.

Papyrus quickly looked over at Blueberry, who was now glaring at his door, his head turned away. Sighing, Papyrus said, turning back to face her, “Y/N….WE-WE’RE SO SORRY ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED WITH BLACK AND MUTT. WE’RE SORRY THAT YOU GOT HURT AND I’M SORRY THAT I FAILED AS A FRIEND AND DIDN’T HAVE-“

“Hey!”

He stopped in mid-ramble, his eyes quivering. She gestured for him to get closer.

When he slowly lowered his head before her, still looking sad and confused, she gently placed a hand to his cheek, staring into his wide sockets. “Papyrus, you and everybody else, have nothing to apologise for! It was an accident and not your fault at all.”

“I- WE DON’T KNOW HOW THEY GOT PAST ALL OUR DEFEN-!”

“That doesn’t matter!” she called out firmly, silencing him.

She looked over to see Blueberry still glaring his door, but obviously listening in. Sighing, she returned her attention back to Papyrus, noting in surprise when she saw what looked like the top of Edge’s skull, peeking up from the staircase behind him.

Smiling, she raised her voice slightly so that everyone could hear her, “You're not responsible for my safety, nor did I ask you guys to defend me like you did. “ she smiled tiredly, caressing Papyrus’s cheek, “but it’s sweet that you care enough about me to actually be concerned like this.”

“OF COURSE WE CARE!” Papyrus cried out, blushing slightly, “WE CARE VERY MUCH ABOUT YOU Y/N!”

Y/n removed her hand, looking away with a shy smile, “I-I care about you guys too.”

“DID YOU AT LEAST HAVE FUN TODAY?” asked Blueberry, as Papyrus moved reluctantly back, turning to look at her and not quite meeting her eyes.

“You mean, before Black and Mutt?” she asked, cheekily, rubbing her eyes.

Blueberry’s fits clenched at his side and she quickly said, “Of course I had fun! It’s been forever since I last went outside, and not only was I not as scared as I expected to be, it was really nice to hang out with all of you.” she smiled, “I-I guess we’ll have to try that again…eventually.”

The idea of leaving the house still scared her, still felt profoundly wrong, regardless of how calm she had felt all day today at the beach. Did she have fun? Did she really enjoy herself? Y/n struggled to properly answer that. When she compared today to how she had felt playing Sneak on an adventure with Sir Brave and Sir Proud, it was undeniable the joy she had felt then and which one she had more fun doing.

When she had been at the beach…calm and passive were the only things she had really felt consistently. Did that mean she had fun? Was that the best she could feel outside? Was she that scared?

Regardless of whether or not what she said was entirely true, her saying that appeared to lift both their moods as they quickly threw each other wild grins.

Still very tired, Y/n yawned again, “Okay, I’m officially done for tonight.” She turned to her door, looking over he shoulder, “Goodnight Papyrus, goodnight Blueberry.”

“GOODNIGHT Y/N!” Papyrus waved after her, still filled with boundless energy.

Blueberry moved closer, peering into her house as he watched her close her front door and head towards her stairs, “GOODNIGHT Y/N.”

She stopped at the front door’s window, smiling widely even as she yawned yet again, “Seriously Blue, I’m perfectly fine. Try to get some sleep and maybe dream about it what it would have been like if we won that volleyball competition?”

He brightened, stepping back as he raised his fits into a fighting stance, “WHY DREAM IT WHEN WE’RE GOING TO WIN NEXT TIME?! MWEH HEH HEH!”

She smiled affectionately at him, glad to see his spirits finally lifting. “That’s the spirit.” She called out, giving him a last thumb’s up, to his delight.

She closed the curtains and made her way upstairs, closing her bedroom door behind her. Looking out her bedroom window, she watched as Papyrus’s and Blueberry’s doors closed shut behind them, clicking into place after baying each other a good night. Smiling, she looked at her bed and collapsed onto it, still in her beach-stained clothes and struggling to pull the sheets from out under and over her exhausted body.

When she heard the stairs creak, with what sounded like someone trying their hardest to be quiet, she cracked opened her eyes and watched as Edge attempted to sneak past her house.

Grinning, she called out, “Sweet dreams Edge!”

He flinched and spun around on the spot, “SW-SWEET DREAMS Y/N!” he blurted out, before what he had just said registered with his mind. When it did, his blush exploded across his face and he stormed into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Still chuckling, Y/n quickly drifted into a deep sleep, mumbling in her dream and unaware when Sans, Stretch and Red finally came upstairs themselves, each whispering goodnight to her and smiling softly when she mumbled it back to them.

~*~

Y/n woke up suddenly to the feeling of being cocooned in material that was surrounded in a purple glow, suspended and swinging from a stable point somewhere above her. Her instinctual panic and the swinging motion jarred her stiff and sore wrist, and she screamed in surprised alarm and pain.

“QUITE PET! YOU’LL WAKE THE OTHERS!”

There was a sigh close by before the sound of multiple doors slamming open rang out around the landing.

“lET y/N gO!!”

Y/n couldn’t tell who hadn’t yelled that shared sentiment. All she knew was that suddenly she was somewhere surrounded by her friends yelling different things as, whoever had her, spun around in quick, defensive turns.

“WILL YOU IDIOTS SETTLE DOWN!” screeched Black’s voice above her, drowning out her friends, “I JUST WANTED TO TALK TO HER BEFORE YOU IDIOTS TRIED TO GET IN THE WAY AGAIN!”

“Get me out of here!!” she screamed, struggling to escape as whatever had her thrashed around violently with her kicking and failing about.

“give her to me black, right now.”

She hadn’t heard Sans use that tone since Sara tried interrupting Papyrus on the very first day she saw the skeletons.

It- it actually made her scared of him; a double take on her impression and what she thought she knew about Sans.

There was a moment of hesitation, before she was dumped onto a hard surface and the cocooning material collapsed around her. Angrily, she pushed the material off her head and took in her surroundings, angrily rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She sat on Sans’s open hand, surrounded by all her friends in their sleeping gear, while Black and Mutt standing back in the same sort of clothes they had worn the night before, her blanket under her and the material in question that he had been used to capture her. The morning sunlight was barely streaming in through the outside windows and none of her friends looked happy to be woken up like this, not if the looks they threw her and the guilty brothers was anything to go on.

She tried not to stare at Papyrus’s and Blueberry’s different patterned onesies (she especially tried not ‘awwing’ again, not after the first sleepover where neither of them had appreciated that reaction from her), and it was distracting to remember that apparently both Sans and Stretch only slept in their boxes. It was interesting, but not surprising to see that Edge actually slept in black satin pyjamas, but the biggest surprise, however, belonged to Red, who was in a robe haphazardly slapped on.

‘Since when did Red become a ‘robe’ kind of guy? When I was drawing on his face, wasn’t he shirtless, just like Sans and Stretch?’

Shaking herself out pointless speculation, she turned to glare at Black, folding her arms. “You call this respecting boundaries?! Kidnapping me from my bed at dawn?!”

Black shrugged, leaning back, “I WAS JUST TRYING TO TALK TO YOU PRIVATELY BEFORE THE OTHERS COULD INTERFERE AGAIN.”

“And you thought kidnapping me was the way to do it?!”

“I FIGURED YOU WOULD HAVE AGREED IF YOU HADN’T BEEN SO LAZILY NAPPING!”

Y/n held up a finger, “Strick one asshole! Entering my house and kidnapping me is not respecting boundaries!! I get up to strike three and the deal is off!”

“BUT I DIDN’T ENTER YOU PATHETIC CAGE!”

“Wanna make that strike two?!”

Black growled, glaring at her, “HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW YOU WEREN’T INTERESTED IN TALKING IF YOU’RE GOING TO LEAVE YOUR WINDOW AND BLINDS OPEN LIKE THAT! EVERY MONSTER KNOWS THAT AN UNLOCKED DOOR MEANS GUESTS ARE WELCOMED!!”

“YOU LEFT YOUR WINDOW OPEN?!?” cried Edge, scowling down at her. “WHY DIDN’T YOU CLOSE YOUR WINDOW?!?”

Irritated to have Edge acting like she was a fault, she glared up into his scowling face, “I was tired Edge! I sure wasn’t expecting to be kidnapped hours later! Humans don’t just wander into people’s home because a stupid door or window is unlocked!”

“ENOUGH!” Papyrus cried out and over ridding Edge’s response, moving between Y/n on Sans’s hand and Edge still scowling at her, “IT DOESN’T MATTER IF Y/N HAD LEFT HER DOORS AND WINDOWS OPEN WIDE IN INVITATION-“

“That’s not how it's supposed to work-!”

“-, BECAUSE THE FRONT DOOR TO THIS HOUSE WAS MOST CERTAINLY LOCKED!”

Black scoffed, “YOU CALL A FEW WEAK BONES AND GARBAGE BAGS ‘LOCKED’?”

With Blueberry and Edge glaring daggers at Black on either side of him, Papyrus continued to smile good-naturedly, “BLACK, WE HAVEN’T HAD TIME TO GET A NEW DOOR, AND YOU KNOW THAT!” He lowered himself closer to Black, waggling a finger, “REGARDLESS OF WHETHER IT WAS A PROPER OR DOOR OR NOT, IT WAS OBVIOUSLY A LOCKED ONE. COMING INTO A LOCKED HOUSE IS JUST RUDE MANNERS, SO, I WOULD SAY THE FIRST STRIKE IS VERY WELL DESERVED, FELLOW HOUSEMATE.” Papyrus continued to smile as his tone sharpened, “WOULDN’T YOU AGREE, BLACK, OR WOULD YOU RATHER BE BELIEVED TO BE RUDE?”

There was a collective gasp from Blueberry, Edge and Black, who looked flabbergastered at Papyrus’s candid response. Even Stretch and Red did a double take.

Sans, however, merely grinned, smiling fondly up at his brother, “that’s my bro.”

Papyrus stood back, posing “NYEH HEH HE! SO UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE CONSIDERED A RUDE AND RATHER POOR MANNERED MON-“

“ENOUGH ALREADY!” Black was seething, a light, furious purple blush across his cheeks as he stamped his foot in irritation, “YOU’VE MADE YOUR NON-SUBTLE POINT!”

“ARE YOU GOING TO APOLOGISE TO ALL OF US FOR BREAKING INTO OUR HOME THEN?”

Black glared at the whole look of them, noting both the unity and smugness of the rest of the household united against him.

Growling, he turned and stormed downstairs, Mutt soon following.

“well,” started Stretch, rubbing the back of his neck, “i would say this is a wonderful start to the rest of our lives as housemates.”

~*~

After the guys checked to make sure Y/n was okay and she reassured them that she and her wrist were, she was returned to her house to prepare for what was to be sure a long day.

First thing she did was angrily slam her window shut and locked every window in her house, drawing all the blinds. Next, she hurled her bedsheets onto her bed, feeling irritated at the manner she had been so rudely woken up.

Still, her morning shower helped alleviate some of her irritation, and freshly cleaned and wearing her best clothes helped her feel more prepared for the day. When she came out onto her balcony, her trusted backpack packed and ready for the day on her back, she was surprised to see no one waiting for her.

‘Guess I’ve gotten too used to being carried everywhere.’ she thought, with a shrug, heading back inside.

Making her way up to her second floor, Y/n pushed past the vent affixed as a feature of her house’s top floor's wall and slide down to the lower levels. Her second surprise came when she saw all the skeletons in the dining room and dressed for the day, Papyrus writing what appeared to be a list of things as the others offered suggestions, while Black sat at one end of the cramped table with Mutt behind him, leaning against the nearby wall. Black had his own sheet of paper in front of him, and if his folded arms and bored expression were anything to go on, he was disinterested in getting involved in the discussion happening at the other end of the table.

“No morning run today guys?” Y/n asked, sitting in the dining room vent with her feet dangling out.

All eye lights turned and focused on her, but Black was the only one to look away with a huff.

Papyrus grinned up at her, his hand frozen over the list he had been adding to, “GOOD MORNING Y/N! IT’S NICE TO SEE YOU LOOKING HAPPIER THIS MORNING!”

“Well, that’s what happens when you’re rudely woken up.” She replied glaring at Black’s stubborn posture.

“AGREED!” nodded Papyrus sagely, before gesturing to everyone around him, “ALL THIS MORNING’S EXCITEMENT, (NOT TO MENTION ALL THE REPAIRS WE HAVE TO DO) HAS SOMEWHAT RUINED ANY REALISTIC CHANCES THAT WE PARTICIPATE IN THE VITALLY IMPORTANT MAINTENANCE OF OUR FLAWLESS VISAGE THROUGH STRENUOUS EXERCISE! DON’T WORRY; WE’LL GET BACK INTO IT TOMORROW MORNING, IF YOU CARE TO JOIN US!”

“IN THE MEANTIME,” started Edge, pushing himself up from the table and walking towards her vent, “YOU AND I STILL HAVE A BREAKFAST TO COOK.” Once Y/n jumped onto his hand and he lifted her to his shoulder, he turned and glared down at Black, who was staring in shocked surprise at Y/n, “AND I REFUSE TO COOK FOR THESE HOUSEBREAKERS!”

“LIKE I WOULD EVEN WANT TO EAT THE DISGUSTING CRAP YOU INSULTINGLY CALL FOOD!” spat Black, looking away with a growl.

Knowing that this conversation wasn’t heading anywhere good, Y/n quickly patted the side of Edge’s skull, interrupting his retort, “Hey, how about instead of just throwing insults all morning, we just get started on breakfast?”

The hand that Edge had raised midway to point at Black hung for a moment before it dropped to his side.  After a quick look at her, where Y/n cocked her towards the kitchen with a soft, pleading smile, Edge turned his back sharply to Black’s expectant expression, his tattered scarf fluttering behind him.

“WH-WHAT?” spluttered Black behind them.

Neither Edge nor Y/n looked back.

Once in the kitchen, Edge made quick work of fetching the things he normally gathered to make bacon and eggs. The only thing that slowed him down was when Black came striding in.

“GET OUT OF HERE, YOU BRAT!!” screeched Edge, whirling to face him, his grip on the bacon package threating to shred the plastic.

Black smirked cockily, moving to sit at the kitchen table and throwing his legs up and onto it as Y/n slowly stood up on Edge’s shoulder, expecting trouble. “NO, I DON’T THINK I WILL, EDGE LORD!”

He threw his head back, cackling.

Acting on impulse, Y/n grabbed Edge’s nearest protruding cheekbone and, ignoring the pain in her wrist, used it to swing herself into his face, startling Edge backwards as he started to make his way over to Black.

“Don’t!” she cried, her other hand grabbing the other cheekbone, leaving her staring directly into his shocked, magically inflamed eyes, “he’s not worth it!”

Edge gapped at her, “WH-WHAT A-ARE Y-YOU-!”

She brought her forehead to his, “Not. Worth. It.” she said, slowly and clearly.

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING NOT WORTH IT!” cried out Black behind them, indigent.

She ignored him, her eyes never leaving Edge’s.

It took a moment, but eventually, Edge closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. When he opened them, the aggressive magic was gone from them.

“Better?” she asked.

He nodded, and soon, Y/n could feel his hand approaching under her, waiting for her to drop on to it. Once she did, he smoothly returned her to his shoulder, who then turned his back to Black, and resumed cooking.

“HEY, I DEMAND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT! I WILL NOT LET A MERE PET CALL ME ‘NOT WORTH IT’!!”

Edge took another long deep breath, but kept his eyes on his task with Y/n gently patting his shoulder as he worked.

“SO, THIS IS HOW FAR YOU’VE SUNK SINCE I LAST SAW YOU EDGE?? GETTING BOSSED AROUND BY YOUR OWN PET?? PATHETIC!”

They ignored him, with Y/n choosing instead to remind Edge to put a bit more butter on the pan.

After a moment, Black scoffed behind them. “FINE THEN, IGNORE ME! I’M SURE THE EDGE LORD NEEDS ALL THE CONCENTRATION HE CAN GET TO KEEP THE FOOD FROM TURNING INTO AN INEDIBLE MESS!”

Edge’s grip on the frying pan tightened.

Black laughed cruelly, “IT’S A GOOD THING I MADE SURE I FEED MY BROTHER AND MYSELF THIS MORNING! OTHERWISE, MY BROTHER WOULD HAVE TO SHARE THE SAME ‘DEATH BY FOOD POISONING’ FATE THAT WAITS FOR THAT DISGUSTING PERVERT YOU CALL A BROTHER!!”

“Hey, here’s a thought, have you thought about just leaving?!” Y/n asked, snapping at last as she turned to face him.

Both Black and Edge were shocked by her outburst, but Edge recovered first, returning to his task and chuckling quietly to himself, murmuring under his breath about hypocrisy and double standards.

Y/n ignored that in favour of glaring at Black, who eventually glared back.

“OH, DOES THE LYING PET HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO ME?!”

“Yeah, I have something to say; you can say all the shit you want about me, but you better leave Edge, his brother, and everyone else alone!”

“WHY WOULD YOU CARE?!?” Black cried out, kicking his feet off the table and waving his arm towards Edge’s stiff back, “DON’T TELL ME YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THE PRESUMPTUOUS EDGE LORD?!?”

“Of course I do!”

It seemed the whole house fell into a stunned silence, and she was sure the skeletons in the dining room were definitely listening in by now.

Y/n straightened her shoulders, looking down at Black. “I consider Edge to be one of the most loyal friends I have ever had, and I’m proud to call him that…even if we had a rather rough start to our friendship, what with him being a bit green with envy over my shooting skills.“ She smirked playfully at Edge’s stunned expression, “A truly worthy opponent he turned out to be in the end, and I’m happy to call him my friend.”

“H-HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE???” spluttered Black, his mouth hanging agape! “N-NO ONE LIKES HIM!” Black rattled off each argument on his fingers, “HE DOES NOTHING BUT YELL AT PEOPLE! HE NEVER SAYS ANYTHING NICE ABOUT ANYTHING OR ANYONE! HE’S EGOTISTICAL TO THE POINT OF NARCISSISM!” Black stood up and strolled over to Y/n and Edge, yelling up at her as Edge finally turned around, “HE’S NOTHING BUT A CAPRICIOUSLY, MALEVOLENT CONTROL FREAK WITH DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THERE EVEN TO LIKE??!!!”

“Are you describing him, or yourself there?” she asked, folding her arms and glaring at him.

Words failed Black, and both he and Edge could do nothing but stare at her.

Smelling smoke, she looked over her shoulder and quickly tapped Edge on his, “Bacon’s burning.”

After flinching, Edge muttered a hurried curse as he turned swiftly around, quickly flipping the bacon as Y/n saved herself from tumbling off his shoulder by clinging to the front of his shirt. By the time she was stable enough to pull herself back up, she watched Black over Edge’s shoulder, his eyes searching hers.

Soon afterwards, he dropped his eyes and quickly strolled out of the kitchen, hissing to himself “WHAT A PILE OF LIES!” as he left.

Y/n watched him go.

~*~

After breakfast was cooked and Blueberry and Papyrus came in to gather enough things to set the table, Y/n sat on Edge’s shoulder as he brought the last of the eggs and bacon out.

“BREAKFAST LOOKS GREAT TODAY!” Papyrus said cheerfully, finishing pouring a glass of juice for Y/n and placing it at her table.

Edge merely grunted, even as he kept a keen watch on her as she leapt for the table and made her way over to her spot. Surprisingly, Blueberry sat directly behind her today, but after looking at where he normally sat, it quickly made sense. Black had claimed the other end of the table as his place at the table, with Mutt sitting by his side and in Blueberry’s usual spot, leaning back heavily on the chair.

“Guess I need to buy in a bigger table.” She said aloud, thoughtfully. She looked over at Black and Mutt, “Would you guys like this table and chairs for your place, or would you rather get something new?”

Mutt shrugged, pulling out a dog treat as Black scoffed, “WE DO NOT NEED YOUR DISGUSTING HAND-ME-DOWNS!”

“Fine then! Geez, I was just trying to be nice!”

“NICE?”

She ignored him, and instead looked around the table. “Did anything arrive in the mail today?” she asked, hopeful that her new clothes had finally come in.

Blueberry shook his head as he finished serving her a small portion of eggs and bacon on her plate, “I DIDN’T HEAR THE BELL RING; I EVEN CHECKED THIS MORNING TO MAKE SURE IT WAS STILL WORKING!”

“YOU EVEN FEED IT.” Black whispered to himself, down at the other end of the table, his eyes flickering between Y/n and Blueberry.

Y/n ignored him, but couldn’t ignore the purple smoke wafting out of the corner of her eye.

Turning around, she watched as Mutt took a big drag on the lit dog treat, holding it in before he let it escape his sockets, creating both a bizarre and sightly image.

“There’s no smoking in the house.” She said, waving the air in front of her to clear it, “if you want to smoke, you’re going to have to go outside.” She wasn't even going to ask why he was smoking something that looked like a dog treat or why the smoke was purple.

Chalk that up to ‘magic’ and move on.

Mutt looked at her, cocking an eyebrow in surprise in her direction, before turning around and looking at Black. Following Mutt’s eyes, she saw that Black had been still staring at her, his expression thoughtful. When he saw Mutt and Y/n both looking at him, he smirked, bowed his head slightly and made a sweeping gesture.

Smirking as well, Mutt stood up and walked over to the basically destroyed widow of the dining room. Looking over his shoulder at Y/n, hands in his jacket's pockets and lit dog treat between his teeth, he purposefully kicked out the rest of the window, getting rid of Blueberry’s bones and the garbage bags he had used to keep the wind out.

“HEY!” yelled Blueberry, standing up, “THAT WAS EXTREMELY RUDE!! WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST GO AROUND??”

Shrugging, Mutt continued to clear the bottom of the frame, before sitting down on it and facing the outside world, taking a long draft on his dog treat as he settled.

Black threw his head back, laughing, “MWEH HEH HEH! GOOD BOY! WE WOULDN’T WANT TO INCUR ANOTHER STRIKE NOW, WOULD WE?”

Y/n stood up, and marched over to Black, “Okay, that’s enough! If you and your bother are going to purposefully twists and bend every little thing like this, then what’s the difference between that and having you as shitty neighbours??!”

Black placed a hand to his chest, “I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU-“

“Cut the shit! you know exactly-!”

Seeing the smug look curling Black’s smile, Y/n stopped herself in mid-rant and took a moment to close her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, she held up her hands, over this shit. “You know what? I’m done. I’m just done.”

She turned around and walked back to her table, sitting down and resumed eating, purposefully avoiding looking around the table.

“you okay kid?” asked Sans, looking over at her in concern.

She smiled as she looked up at him, cutting her bacon into pieces. “Never better!”

“you sure? if this isn’t working, you don’t have to let black and mutt stay here. i can always-“

“So, what’s the plan today?” she asked, not willing to hear the end of that particular sentence.

Black scoffed at his end, “THE PET WOULD NEVER GO BACK ON HER WORD; SHE’S MUCH TOO PROUD TO DO THAT!” He shrugged, “BESIDES, MY BROTHER WAS DOING YOU ALL A FAVOUR ANYWAY; THAT ENTIRE WINDOW NEEDED REPLACING BECAUSE SOME MONSTERS CAN'T AIM!”

Something about the way he said that made Y/n think he was…testing the waters about her conviction? Like he was trying to engage just how trustworthy she and her word was?

As Sans sighed, Papyrus spoke up, “WELL, WE’VE GOT THE LIST OF EVERYTHING WE’RE GOING TO NEED TO REPAIR THE DAMAGE-

“I’ll pay for everything on that list.” She quickly said, swallowing her mouthful.

“DON’T BE RIDICULOUS Y/N!” Blueberry huffed, finishing his drink, “WE’RE THE ONES WHO CAUSED THE DAMAGE WITH OUR MAGIC-“

“Only because you were trying to save me.” She quickly raised her hand, stopping his rebuttal, “Look, am I right in thinking that you guys plan to do all the repairs yourself?”

They all nodded, with the exception of Black, who was watching the conversation with interest and Mutt, who was still smoking outside, indifferent.

“Well, I can’t exactly help with the repairs, and I’m guessing hiring a handyman would just be a waste of money, so, as your landlady, I insist that I be allowed to pay for the materials you guys need to repair the house.” She toyed with an egg fragment on her plate as she mumbled, “it’s only fair after all.” She eyed Black, “or someone can acknowledge the key role they played in causing all the damages and offer to pay instead?”

“I BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE JUST DID.” Black leaned forward, “OR IS SOMEONE FORGETTING HOW QUICKLY THEIR BETRAYAL LEAD TO THEIR VICTIMS TO DEFEND THEMSELVES FROM UNJUSTIFIED REVENGE?”

Rolling her eyes, she looked around the table, “So, I’m paying for that list. End of discussion.”

“if you say so, funsize.” Stretch said, shrugging and finishing the last of his coffee.

Red looked over at Sans obviously conflicted face, before chuckling, “forget sans. once she’s made up her mind, you ain’t going to change it.” He smiled fondly over at her, “right babydoll?”

“Too right, biker chick.” She grinned back, remember everything she had gone through with him, especially the flirting competition. 

As Red chuckled, Sans sighed, pushing himself up as he gathered his dishes, “well, i guess we better go out and get what we need already.” He looked over at Papyrus, “that list ready to go bro?”

“READY, BROTHER!” Papyrus said happily, pulling out the sheet of paper from within his clothes as he stood, his arms already filled with things to put away. “MAKE SURE YOU GET EVERYTHING ON IT; WE CAN’T FIX EVERYTHING IN THE HOUSE WITHOUT SOME OF THOSE THINGS!”

“MUTT’S GOING WITH YOU!” Black insisted, waving his own sheet of paper towards Mutt’s direction as his brother finished off his smoke and made his way back inside. “AND MAKE SURE THESE FOOLS HELP YOU CARRY ALL THIS STUFF WE NEED FOR OUR OWN HOUSE! IT’S THE LEAST THEY CAN DO.”

“RED!” Edge cried out, glaring at Black as he continued to speak to his brother, “YOU ARE EXPRESSIVELY FORBIDDEN TO CARRY ANYTHING FOR THIS BRAT AND HIS DOG!”

“don’t worry boss.” Red growled, eyeing Mutt, “i sure as shit wasn’t going to.”

Mutt briefly smirked as he pulled at his collar, “woof, woof, red.”

“hey stretch?” Sans asked, looking between Red glaring at an indifferent Mutt, and Edge and Black glaring at each other, “wanna stay behind and make sure there’s a house still here when we come back?”

Stretch sighed, rubbing his head, “if you really think that’s going to work.”

“Actually Sans? Can you stay behind instead?” Y/n asked, standing up and moving towards him, looking hopeful. She was hoping he could answer a few questions she had on Black.

Sans looked over at her in surprise, but eventually smiled and nodded, “sure kid. don’t have to ask me twice to not go out shopping.” He looked over at Stretch, indicating towards Red and Mutt, “wanna switch instead and make sure those two don’t cause a human-monster incident?”

Stretch chuckled, “sure, you get to stay here and ‘take it easy’ with black and edge.” They both shared a quiet chuckle, before Stretch looked over at Blueberry, who was looking  between Edge and Black. He leaned in towards Sans and lowered his voice, “keep an eye out for my bro, sans.”

“you didn’t even need to ask.” Sans smiled gently up at Stretch, “i know you’d do the same for mine.”

“i’m not worried about him getting hurt. he can take care of himself.”

When Sans raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, Stretch indicated his head towards Y/n, causing Sans eyes to light up in understanding, before he nodded.

Before she could ask what that was all about, Papyrus came out from the kitchen, his arms now free, “Y/N! WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME WITH ME TO HELP WASH THE DISHES? I’M STILL HAVING TROUBLE CLEANING YOUR CUP TO THE STANDARD OF ACCEPTABLE CLEANNESS.”

“Um, sure, I guess?” She said, as she walked over towards him.

When he offered his hand, Y/n took a quick look back at Sans checking his phone while Stretch spoke quietly to Blueberry, his hand on his shoulder. It ended with Blueberry throwing his arms around Stretch, hugging him as Stretch patted Blueberry’s back and he looked fondly down at the top of Blueberry’s skull. Red was still glaring at Mutt, who honestly looked like he couldn’t care less while Black’s eyes remained glued on her. She could hear what sounded like Edge savagely scrubbing dishes coming for the kitchen as Papyrus moved her closer to it.

‘We’re in for a really, really long day.’ She thought, with a sigh

~*~

When Blueberry entered to help with washing the dishes, the cleaning progress reached its maximum speed, but was still somewhat slowed down when Black peered in from around the corner, starting at Y/n. He ignored all of Papyrus attempts to engage him in conversation and was indifferent to being blatantly ignored by both Blueberry and Edge, who remained focused on clean and talking loudly to each other about just how awful rude house guests were. When their brother came in to help dry the dishes, Black continued to ignore and was ignored by the whole lot of them.

Ignoring the eyes Y/n could feel burning into her, the conversation as all the brothers helped cleaned almost felt and sounded like it normally did, but it was most defiantly not normal.

Not by a long shot.

Now she sat on Papyrus’s shoulder outside, watching Stretch, Red and Mutt preparing to leave, their brothers giving them their final marching orders.

“Stretch, Red? If you guys could keep an eye open for a bigger table while you’re out and about, it would really mean a lot to me.” she asked, thinking it wouldn't hurt if they came back with prices at least.

Stretch smiled as Red grinned, “sure thing babydoll. you can count on us.”

“I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT.” scoffed Edge.

Ignoring their conversation, Black nodded to Mutt, “YOU HAVE YOUR INSTRUCTIONS.”

Mutt indicated his head towards Black, before his eyes flickered to Y/n, a small smile curling his mouth before he vanished from sight.

Red cursed, but before he could leave, Edge had moved forward and grabbed his arm.

“YOU-YOU-“ Edge looked away, dropping his arm. “I HAD BETTER NOT FIND OUT YOU CARRIED ANY OF THEIR CRAP, UNDERSTAND?”

Red’s eyes shot up in surprise, before he smiled fondly at Edge. “sure thing boss.”

Edge nodded, before scowling, “WELL?? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?”

Red grinned, waved goodbye at Y/n and vanished from sight with a final smirk.

Stretch sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “and so it begins.”

“J-JUST MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO, BROTHER.” Blueberry said quietly, toying with his gloved hands as he kept looking over at Black, who was smirking at him. Seeing Black smirking at him, Blueberry dropped his hands and threw his shoulders back and tried appearing taller and more confident.

Or at least, Y/n was sure that was the goal, before Stretch leaned closer to his brother and hugged him anyway, which Blueberry, at first hesitantly but then swiftly, returned.

"LOOK AT THE BABY GETTING HIS HUG FROM HIS BIGGER, MORE IMPRESSIVE YOUNGER BROTHER!" Black called out, pointing with a laugh.

"nothing wrong with getting a hug from our most favourite younger brothers in the whole world." Sans turned to Papyrus, his arms open wide, "can i have a hug, bestest brother?"

"OF COURSE YOU CAN!" Y/n bearly had time to cling to Papyrus's shirt before he had picked Sans and was twirling him in small circles, hugging him tightly. Y/n was trapped between Papyrus beaming skull and Sans's grinning eye, mere inches away. Quickly, she started laughing, entirely caught up in the moment, even as she had to hold on for dear life.

By the time Papyrus set Sans back on the ground, she was slightly crossed eye when she looked over at Stretch smiling at them as he draped himself over the equally smiling Blueberry.

For some reason, Edge and Black were looking away, looking stiff and uncomfortable.

“whelp, i guess i better head off.” Stretch stood after ruffing Blueberry’s not existent hair, before turning to smile at Black, “want a hug too black?”

“AS IF I’D EVER WANT A HUG FROM YOU, FILTHY ASHTRAY!!” screeched Black, folding his arms and scowling at him.

“then why are you looking at us so jealously?”

“I AM NOT JEALOUS!!”

While Black was stamping his foot in irritation, Stretch gently knocked against Blueberry’s side, indicating his head towards the tamper-throwing skeleton when Blueberry looked at him, cocking an eyebrow as Stretch smirked with a knowing smile.

Blueberry's eyes shot up in shocked understanding.

Still grinning, Stretch managed to wink over at Edge before vanishing from sight.

“YOUR BROTHER IS JUST THE WORST!” cried Edge, still scowling at the spot Stretch had just disappeared from.

“YOU’RE WRONG.” Blueberry said, looking over at where Stretch had been standing too, “MY BROTHER IS THE VERY BEST.”

Smiling softly, Sans wandered over to Blueberry with his hands in his jacket, knocking into his other side, “never thought i would hear myself saying this, but how about we get started on the house?”

Papyrus gasped, “SANS! YOU’RE RIGHT; THAT IS SOMETHING I WOULD NEVER HEAR YOU SAY!”

While Sans was still turning around to face Papyrus running towards him, Y/n was once again clinging to his shirt to keep from falling off.

Papyrus swiftly picked up Sans, only this time, he was closely inspecting every inch of his brother. “WHO ARE YOU?? ARE YOU ANOTHER VERSION OF MY BROTHER?? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SANS I KNOW AND SOMETIMES WISH I DIDN’T!?”

Sans gently placed both hands on Papyrus’s, patting him, “bro, it’s me. promise.”

“PROVE IT! SAY SOMETHING ONLY MY SANS WOULD!”

Judging by the look that came across Sans’s face, Y/n could tell already that Papyrus really, really should have phrased the question differently.

“papyrus, my vertebruh, you have a very marrow mind if you think i’m not your bonehead of a brother. i always have a skeleton of puns that are sure to rattle your bones. let me tell ya, i felt like i had a femur dream working on these. worked right to the carpals, and that isn't a fibula. what with that look vertebruh? don't you think these puns are humerus? come on, quit skulling. nah, don’t worry, i’m just ribbing ya.”

Papyrus dropped Sans, his eyes having long boggled out of his skull as a permanent look of disappointing anger settled across his face. Without a backwards look, Papyrus walked away.

“aw, come on vertbruh, i sure hope i didn’t cross any bonedaries there”

Papyrus turned around, “JUST STOP ALREADY!”

“AGREED!” Huffed Blueberry as Edge and Black nodded their agreement in the distance.

Sans looked around the area, shrugging with his hands, “come on guys, what’s with the sternum looks?” he gestured to Papyrus, “how else was i going to prove it was really me?”

“BY TELLING ME SOMETHING ONLY MY SANS WOULD KNOW!” Papyrus cried out, waving his hands, “A SHARED MEMORY OR MY FAVOURITE PUZZLE, OR-!”

“a barge of skeleton puns?” Sans added in, cheekily.

Papyrus narrowed his eyes at him.

After a while, Sans shrugged, looking coyly over at him, “so, did i pass the test?”

“WITH HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE PUNS!” Papyrus pointed to his mud-splattered car, “AND YOUR PRIZE IS THAT YOU GET TO CLEAN MY CAR!”

“yes sir.” Sans said, his head dropping, even if Y/n could see him smirking as he turned and walked away to gather cleaning supplies.

“Hey Papyrus, do you mind if I go with him?” Y/n asked, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.

“AN EXCELLENT IDEA!” Papyrus held his hand out to her and he quickly caught up with his brother, “YOU CAN MAKE SURE HE DOES A DECENT JOB WHILE THE REST OF US GET TO WORK!”

When she was transported to the still subtly smug Sans, she looked back to see Blueberry and Edge already hard at work trying to flatten the ground and fix the garden after last nights attack toiled up large sections of both grass and flower beds. Black was looking around, unsure what to do with himself.

That was, until he looked over and saw Y/n watching him for a change. Then he marched off in the opposite direction of the relatively new garage the guys had built for their vehicles, summoning bones for quick measurements for what appeared to be the start of an equally big building.

“you okay with that happening?”

She looked away and over at Sans to see him looking at her, his expression thoughtful. He thumbed towards Black’s general direction, “you know he’s about to build his own equally big garage for his one bike.”

She shrugged, settling more securely on his shoulder, “I could defiantly have guessed that, but I also don’t see much point in harassing him over it. I figure it’s easier to let him build his own garage than to get him to play nice with the guys and ask them to share their shed. Somehow, I can see that going horribly wrong for everyone.”

Sans chuckled as he made his way over to Papyrus’s car, a bucket full of clean water in one hand and cleaning rags and supplies in the other, “so, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“Black.” She said, simply.

She could feel Sans shoulders clenching under her.

“what about him?” Sans asked, casually.

“I’ve been trying to figure out his deal, and I just don’t get it!”

She felt Sans relax under her as he gave an awkward chuckle.

She continued, “See, what I don’t get is how he acts like he hates everyone here, yet there he is, building something that you only need to have if you plan to be around for a long time!” She looked away from Black to watch Sans dumping the washcloth into the bucket, “There’s no special reason he needs to be close, is there?”

“nope.” He replied, wringing out the cloth and starting to wash the car, “he and his brother can leave and go where ever in the world they want. s’long as i can contact them and they don’t get into any incidents, they’re good to go.”

“Then why are they here?” She leapt for the car and began to pick up the large clumps of dirty, throwing them off the side as she worked her thought process out loud, “From what I can understand, when you decided you needed a bigger place, Black and Mutt decided they’d rather stay at your old place rather than move out?” She waited for Sans to nod, before sitting down heavily, “And that’s what’s stumping me! Why are they here now?? Did they change their minds? Because people just don’t suddenly change their minds about how much they'd rather be left behind than moving in with the people they hated that much!”

“i’m sure black’s just bored.” Sans replied, lacklustre cleaning the car.

“Bored?” She looked over at Black and saw how intently he was watching them. “Bored.” She said slowly as something clicked into place in her mind.

“I KNOW YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT ME!!” called Black, watching them from a distance.

Sans turned around and waved, “sure are buddy.”

“THAT’S IT!”

Suddenly Black was running towards them at top speed. All too soon, he skidded to a halt and flung even more dirt on Papyrus’s car. “YOU HAD BETTER STOP TALKING ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK THIS INSTANCE!!”

“No problem.” Y/n stood up and yelled, “Hey Blueberry, can I hang out with you for a while?”

“SURE!!”

While she waited for Blueberry to gently place his garden tools to the ground before he came running over to her, she turned to Sans, “Thanks for the chat Sans. It really helped clear a few things for me."

“aw, leaving me so soon and to do all the hard work myself?” He playfull sulked, waving around the dirty rag.

She stuck her tongue at him, “Please, as if we both don’t know that Papyrus is going to be cleaning his own car multiple times for days to come!”

Sans chuckled, but she could see how, despite knowing that, he did actually plan to make an effort.

“Y/N!” cried Blueberry, skidding to a halt on the other side of Sans, also flinging more dirt onto Papyrus car. “OOPS! SORRY SANS!”

Sans dropped the rag into the bucket with a sigh, “the moment i plan to actually try.” He muttered to himself.

“I’M SO SORRY!” Blueberry made to reach for the rag, “HERE, LET ME HELP!”

But Sans waved him off, “s’kay blue, really.”

“YOU SURE?”

Sans grinned, offering the rag, “well if you insist, you can always take the rag off me and clean for a bit. i promise to return at some point…..eventually.”

Blueberry narrowed his eyes at him, “YOU’RE TOO MUCH LIKE MY BROTHER!”

Sans smirked, jingling the rag in a tempting fashion as he waggled his eyebrows.

“FORGET IT! I’M NOT THAT SORRY!”

Laughing, Y/n held her side as she watched the pair, which quickly brought Blueberry’s attention back to her.

“Y/N! YOU WANTED TO HANG OUT WITH ME?!”

She nodded, still chuckling.

As Blueberry offered his hand, she walked onto to, using his thumb for balance as she continued to giggle to herself (Sans was still waggling his eyebrows as he held out the rag.). Blueberry took one look at this, before quickly leaving, leaving Y/n to watch Sans shrugging as he went back to work and a thoroughly perplexed Black off to the side.

~*~

Work on the front yard quickly took them into midday. The random appearance from either Stretch or Red delivering supplies kept everyone busy as windows were fixed, wall panels were replaced and a new door installed. Plastering was mixed up and used to patch the holes in the walls inside, but painting them would have to wait for another day as everyone continued to work while the plastering dried.

Black, himself, was busy setting up the foundation to his larger than necessary garage when Mutt delivered a bag of cement for him, but he had nothing else to do while he waited for the cement to dry. Soon, he too had a pile of supplies next to him, but all it retaining to the house that had yet to be built.

Instead, he attempted to bait the others into arguing with him, laughing at their quality of work and mocking how easily it had been for him to bypass all the “LAME AND BABY PUZZLES AND TRAPS!!”, but Y/n merely transported herself from person to person, reminding them to be calm and to just ignore him, using herself as a distraction when needed.

If Black truly was here because he was bored, then he could continue being that way because she was not about to let him use her friends' emotions to entrain himself!

Eventually, Black had gone away, sulking by the front doorstep as he continued to watch Y/n, his eyes never leaving her. She ignored him, and instead focused her attention on chatting pleasantly with whichever skeleton she happened to be sitting on, helping out where she could but generally encouraging and offering feedback where applicable.

When lunchtime came around, Y/n was sitting on Edge’s shoulder and watching him clean the windows when Blueberry’s voice came calling from across the yard, “LUNCHTIME!!”

Black folded his arms and crossed his legs on the front porch, “I GUESS IT’S THE EDGE LORD’S TIME TO COOK LUNCH WITH THE PET AGAIN.”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” piped up Blueberry, running forward with his eyes sparkling, “Y/N IS NOT A PET, SHE’S OUR COOKING PARTNER, AND IT’S MY TURN TO COOK!” When Y/n leapt for his hand, he cradled her against his chest for a moment, before glaring at Black as he raised her to his shoulder, “AND YOU’RE NOT WELCOMED IN THE KITCHEN!”

But Black ignored him, his eyes darting between Edge and Blueberry, “Y-YOU ACTUALLY SHARE THE COOKING RESPONSIBILITY??”

Edge ignored him, choosing to pack up his cleaning supplies and head inside, stepping over Black.

Blueberry, however, puffed out his chest, “WE HAVE A WEEKLY COOKING ROSTER, AND PAPYRUS, EDGE AND I ALL TAKE TURNS TO COOK MEALS WITH Y/N! ISN’T THAT AMAZING??”

“AND THE EDGE LORD AGREED TO THAT??!” Black asked, staring in disbelief at Blueberry.

“OF COURSE!”

“BUT-BUT HOW??!”

Blueberry shrugged, “BECAUSE IT WAS A GOOD IDEA?”

Black’s eyes narrowed as he focused on Y/n, “YOU MEAN IT WAS HER IDEA?”

Y/n lifted her chin, defiantly, even as Blueberry turned to face her, beaming, “IT SURE WAS!”

She smiled back, “Ready to get cooking, partner?”

Blueberry raised his fists up, “ALWAYS AND FOREVER, COOKING PARTNER!!”

Without another word, Blueberry ran and leapt clean over Black, and kept running for the kitchen.

“H-HEY! I WASN’T DONE TALKING TO YOU!”

They both ignored him, and continued to ignore him when he came waltzing in and sitting down at the kitchen table. Unlike this morning, however, not only did he not put his feet up on the table, he also didn’t say anything, instead choosing to sit there in absolute silence, watching them. When Stretch, Red and Mutt appeared to be finished with all the shopping and were settling inside the house, with the skeletons talking to each other throughout the house, Stretch came in and sat down on the opposite side of Black, leaning back with a small smile.

Y/n did not miss how Black tucked himself further away from Stretch, which only caused him to smile further.

As was always the case when cooking with Blueberry, she quickly got caught up in trying to tame his enthusiasm, reassuring him that nothing was burning and to stop constantly stirring the meat! He was basically a skeleton-shaped blender when it came to salads and Y/n had only to scolder him four times today about not adding in glitter to the meat.

Soon lunch was cooked and served, and Y/n found herself eating lunch in front of Blueberry again, talking to Stretch and Red about a few dining room tables they saw.

“What do you mean, ‘it was a box shape’?”

Stretch shrugged, using his hands to vaguely trace out what he was so poorly describing, “it’s basically a rectangle box on legs. bout yay big.”

Rubbing her eyes, she looked over at Red, exasperated “Can you at least tell me what colour it was?”

Red shrugged, “white?”

“White??”

“yea, like it weren’t a proper white, but it wasn’t far off it.”

“Egg-shell white? Titanium white?”

“white but not quite proper white.”

She sat back down, dropping her head into her hands.

“IT WAS A MISTAKE TO ASK THESE TWO TO LOOK AT TABLES!”  Edge smirked, gleefully enjoying her misery, “MY BROTHER HAS NEVER HAD TO GO FURNITURE SHOPPING IN HIS MISERABLE LIFE!”

“MY BROTHER TOO!” added Blueberry, looking over at her concerned, “IF YOU NEEDED SOME TO GO FURNITURE SHOPPING ON YOUR BEHALF, YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED ME!” He gasped, before he quickly moved his head in closer to her, “I CAN TAKE YOU SHOPPING! WE CAN MAKE A DAY OUT OF IT!”

“OH WHAT FUN!” piped up Papyrus, with Edge nodding thoughtfully in the background, “IT CAN BE ANOTHER FUN DAY OUT, ONLY THIS TIME, WE’LL BE OUT IN THE HUMAN MALL INSTEAD OF THE BEACH!”

Sans, Stretch and Red did not look thrilled at the idea of a whole day of nothing but shopping.

“IF ANYONE IS TAKING THE PET OUT FURNITURE SHOPPING, IT WILL BE ME!”

Slowly, everyone turned to look at Black standing up at the head of the table, his glowing eyes locked onto her.

“Um, how about no?” she replied, still somewhat shocked at the request.

He spluttered, “WH-WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘NO’?!?”

“It means I’m not interested in going anywhere with you.”

“BUT WHY?!” He gestured to the rest of the table, “UNLIKE THE REST OF THESE IDIOTS, I AM THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO ACTUALLY NEEDS TO GO OUT FURNITURE SHOPPING! IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE!”

“How about the fact that you have been nothing but rude to me and my friends since the moment I met you?”

“HEY! I DIDN’T THROW THE FIRST PUNCH!”

“No, but you most definitely threw the first insult. In fact, I think the very first thing I ever heard you say was an insult!”

Black huffed, folding his arms as he glowered at her, “I THOUGHT, IN EXCHANGE OF NOT SEEKING MY PERFECTLY JUSTIFIED REVENGE, YOU WOULD FORGIVE AND FORGET LAST NIGHT AND THAT I WAS TO BE A HOUSEMATE? TO BE A PART OF ALL THAT HAPPENS HERE?”

Y/n folded her arms, “Fine, but I’m not about to forget this morning and how I was god damn kidnapped!”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT-!” Black closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then opened them, frowning, “IF WHAT YOU PROMISED IS TRUE, THEN THAT MEANS I GET TO BE A PART OF OUT OUTINGS TOO. ESPECIALLY IF I NEED TO GO ON THEM FOR MY OWN REASONS!”

“Like how you’re not being a part of our lunchtime by refusing to eat what Blueberry has gracefully served?” she asked, purposely looking down at both his and Mutt’s empty places.

Black glowered at her, even as Mutt watched on with indifference, before grabbing the last two plates on the table and pushing one it into Mutt’s chest as he held onto one for himself. “COME ON MUTT, APPARENTLY WE’RE BEING FORCED INTO SUFFERING FOOD POISONING IN EXCHANGE FOR THE PET KEEPING HER WORD.”

“Even if you had several plate fulls and praised Blue with every bite, I still wouldn’t go with you!”

Black dropped the serving spoon he had been using to heap a small pile of food onto his plate with, his mouth hanging agape is disbelieving shock and indignation, “WHAT?!? WHY NOT?!?”

“Because you have been nothing but an insufferable jerk from the moment I met you! Try asking me again when I don’t think you’re the biggest jerk that ever lived!!”

She didn’t know when she had stood up or at what point she had started yelling. All she knew was after Black and her had started hatefully into each other eyes for what felt like an eternity, he had thrown his plate off to the side, shattering it against the nearby wall, before strolling out to the backyard, slamming the door behind him.

Breathing heavily, she sat back down.

“geez babydoll, don’t think i’ve ever seen you that angry.” Red chuckled, nervously.

She glowered at her plate, “Let’s just say I haven’t got this angry since the last time a skeleton thought I could be messed and bossed around with.” She looked up at Red, “I have this thing where I like to let people know just how much I ‘appreciate’ their behaviour and attitude towards me.”

While Red looked quickly away, Stretch leaned back in his chair, thinking aloud, “black better watch out then, or he might find himself the focal point for a lot of revenge pranks.”

While the skeletons around the table nodded their agreement and began to compare their pranks to each other, trying to gauge who had gotten the worst of it, Y/n said nothing as she continued to stare at her plate. As pleasant and fun those pranks had become (looking back), and how strange it was to think of all the positives they had caused in her blooming relationships with the skeletons, they had been all she was capable of doing in her bid to defend her territory against infinitely more powerful enemies.

That had changed, of course, and now when she did prank, she pranked with the goal to entrain, rather than to harass.

However, after the debacle that she had recently just gone through, she wasn’t inclined to start pranking Black in the hopes of harassing him away. That memory was still too raw, too recent for her to begin thinking about what she could do to get even for any number of things Black had done to her and her friends. Instead, now she just didn’t want to give Black the satisfaction of her acknowledge his existence in any way….even if the idea of putting a pin on his chair was very tempting. It was a complicated feeling that saw her switching between wanting to just ignore him and pranking him so much, he’d leave.

Of course, there was also a small part of her that kept comparing her relationship with both Red and Edge from when she first met them to now, and how pranking seemed to improve that.

While everyone talked and Y/n thought, Mutt continued to eat in silence; his enjoyment or opinion about the food kept hidden by the wall of indifference he presented to the world.

~*~

After Papyrus had cleaned up Black’s mess (which she had insisted she help with, seeing as she played more than a key role in Black’s tantrum) and lunch had been cleaned away, Y/n was still thinking about her conundrum on a living room cushion while she sat and watched a movie with the rest of the skeletons, when Mutt came in from the backyard, an hour or so later.

“m’lord asks you to join him outside.” He said, with a shrug.

Edge scoffed, folded his arms and looked away, “‘M’LORD’, CAN ASK ALL HE WANTS! I’M NOT GOING OUTSIDE JUST BECAUSE HE ASKED!”

Red settled deeper into his seat, “tell lord bratface that we’ll be out there in the next year or so.”

Mutt ignored them, and instead looked at Y/n, “we’re attempting to clear the area so we can get started on building our house.”

Y/n looked intently into Mutt’s eyes, but couldn’t glean much. Thinking instead about the fact that the longer it took to them to build their house, the longer they’d be in hers, she sighed and turned to face the others.

“Come on guys. We need to go help them.”

“LIKE HELL WE DO!” Edge cried out, indigent.

She sighed, dropping her head into one of her hands, “Look, the longer they don’t have a house, the more time they have to spend in here.”

Blueberry leapt out of his chair to stand in front of the television, “COME ON GUYS! IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW AWFUL, AND MEAN, AND DISRESPECTFUL, AND RUDE, AND SELFISH AND-

“THE POINT IS-“ Papyrus said, interrupting Bluberry’s rant as he walked to stand next to him, “WE NEED TO BE BETTER THAN THAT AND HELP OUT OUR FELLOW MONSTERS! WHO’S WITH US?!”

“NOT ME!” and with that, Edge stood up and strode upstairs, his bedroom door slamming shut somewhere upstairs.

“yeah,” Red said, turning to look back at Papyrus, Blueberry and Y/n starting at him, expectantly, “think i’d rather not put any effort into help that insufferable brat and his whipped dog.” He looked over at Mutt and smirked, “no offence.”

Mutt shrugged, “if anyone knows what it’s like to get hit by their brother on regular bases, it's you red.”

Red leapt out of his chair with a snarl, “WATCH IT, YOU-!”

“cool it red.” Sans said, standing up and putting himself in between the two, his hand deep in his hoodie’s pockets, “if you don’t want to help, no one’s going to force you.”

“too right!”

And with that, Red dumped himself back into the couch, purposefully turning the volume up as he scowled at the television screen.

Shrugging, Mutt walked back outside, not bothering to see who would follow him.

In the end, it was Y/n riding on Papyrus’s shoulder, followed closely by Blueberry, with Sans and Stretch lagging behind.

Black stood in front of a section of trees off to the side of the pool, a tall bone protruding from the ground with an elaborate diagram on paper attached to the bone.

“IT’S ABOUT TIME!” he huffed, scowling at Mutt as he made his way back to his side, before his eyes glanced over the people who were following. “WHERE ARE THE WANNA-BE EDGY BROTHERS?”

“You’re lucky any of us are here at all after your attitude today.” Y/n scowled, already regretting the part she played at convincing her friends to help this entitled brat! She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take of Black’s blatant disrespect to her and everyone here.

At what point did you just write someone off as a lost cause for a possible friendship?

Black’s eyes briefly focused on her, before he huffed and deliberately turned his back to her and Papyrus, gesturing to the pile of supplies that Mutt had delivered in the morning (which had obviously been moved here at some point.) “NOW THAT I FINALLY HAVE THE SUPPLIES I NEED TO BUILD A GRAND HOUSE DESERVING ENOUGH TO BE CALLED MY HOME, WE FIRST NEED TO CLEAR OUT THIS SECTION OF TREES.”

With a wave of his hand, sharp jiggered bones burst out of two points on this side of the woods, and Y/n was quite sure two more bones were in somewhere deeper, marking what Black believed to be the size of his house and its clearing.

It was easily bigger than the land her house and yards were on.

“Forget it Black.”

He turned around to find her crossing her arms, not at all impressed.

“WHAT IS IT NOW PET?” He gestured to the woods, “I’M BUILDING MY HOUSE ON THE LAND YOU SAID I COULD LAST NIGHT!”

“Okay, one, that was a rough estimation and not a proper indication on what specific land you could build on, and two-“ she swept her arm along the entire length of the indications that saw it pass her front yard’s boundaries, “that’s way more land than you need for a two person house!”

“YOU SAID I COULD BUILD IT AS GRAND AS I WANTED!”

“A house, Black, not a mansion!” She looked over at Papyrus, “Can you bring me closer to his plans?”

“SURE!”

Happily, Papyrus jogged over to Black’s plans, ignoring the dirty look Black threw him.

Y/n, meanwhile, was staring open-mouthed at what Black considered a ‘house’.

“Why does your house have a stadium in it??”

Black folded his arms, “BECAUSE I REQUIRE A PLACE I CAN TRAIN TO KEEP MY AMAZING, AND FRANKLY FLAWLESS, SKILLS SHARP!”

“We already have something like that! You can use that!” she turned to look at him, “and why does your ‘house' have like ten stories to it??”

“IT HAS FIFTEEN, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!”

Y/n had heard enough.

“No, you know what?” she looked over at Papyrus before pointing to a particular tree, “Papyrus, do you see that tree with three branches sticking towards us?”

“YES?”

“Mind putting up a bone there?”

He did so happily, and so everyone could see the new markings indicated a quarter of an acre. Nowhere near comparable to what it had been before.

“That’s the land I’m offering.” She said, folding her arms as she stared Black down.

“THIS ISN’T FAIR!!” Black strolled up to her, attempting to match Papyrus’s height, “YOU SAID I COULD BUILD THE HOUSE HOWEVER I WANTED! I DEMAND MORE LAND THAN THAT!!”

“You want more than that?” she pointed to across the front of her house, “Then you and I both know where you can get it!”

It took a while, during which Black’s furious scowl flickered between the direction she was pointing to Y/n herself, before he looked away and spat, “FINE!”

“Okay then.” Breathing out a sigh, she turned to look at everyone looking at her oddly impressed, “I guess the first thing we need to do is clear-“

Black interrupted her, “THIS IS MY HOUSE! YOU’LL DO AS I SAY!”

“Fine then, Drill Sergeant!” she pointed a finger at him, “but if you’re too insufferable about it, I’ll quit and encourage everyone to quit with me!”

He continued to glare at her, before turning to the others, “CLEAR THE TREES!” He pointed to the ground off to the side, “AND MIND YOU PUT THEM INTO A RESPECTABLE AND ORGANISED PILE OTHER THERE!”

Sans and Stretch threw each other knowing looks, before both turned to the shed, saying they were getting tools to cut the trees into manageable and useable logs. Meanwhile, Papyrus and Blueberry threw themselves into the work, eager.

Y/n sat on Papyrus shoulder as the tree Papyrus faced was bathed in a warm orange glow. Looking over at him, she watched how his brow furrowed in concentration as he placed both hands on the trunk, as if he meant to carry it.

“Papyrus,” she started, “I don’t think you can just-“

With the sound of a great many roots tearing underneath, the earth around the tree split open as the tree was ripped out of the ground, roots and all.

Like it was nothing, Papyrus tossed the still glowing tree trunk on his other shoulder and began to walk over to Sans and Stretch, who were back with tools.

“Holy shi-sheets Papyrus! Just how strong are you??” Y/n asked, her mouth hanging open.

Papyrus dropped the tree in front of Sans as the orange glow left the tree’s bark, brushing his gloved hands clean before standing back, posing, “NYEH HEH HE! AREN'T I JUST THE COOLEST AND GREATEST MONSTER YOU EVER MET?”

“The absolute coolest and greatest!” she said, nothing but sincere and amazed by his abilities.

As Papyrus looked away with a pleased blush, Blueberry called out, “Y/N, LOOK AT ME!”

She turned on Papyrus’s shoulder and watched as he ripped his own tree right out of the ground, holding it high above his head with both hands as he grinned at her stunned face.

He smirked as he wiggled his eyes brows, tossing the glowing tree from hand to hand, “PRETTY IMPRESSIVE, RIGHT?”

“I’ll say!” she looked around at all the skeletons, her mouth still hanging open, “Just how amazing are you guys?? You’ve been hiding some serious skills and talents all this time, haven’t you??”

“THAT’S NOTHING!” called out Black, turning to pull a tree out with just one hand. It took longer, but when he managed it, he turned to look triumphantly at Y/n, “I BET YOU’RE JUST AMAZED AT HOW PERFECT AND AMAZING OF A MONSTER SPECIMEN I AM!” He posed, holding the tree high above his head with just one hand as he grinned, “GO ON, PET, PRAISE ME!”

Y/n ignored him, and instead turned her attention back to Papyrus, “You know, one day you're going to have to show me just how amazing and cool you guys really are! I-I never experienced magic before I met you guys.”

“REALLY??” Blueberry asked, rushing over, as Black continued to state at Y/n, his grin falling.

She beamed, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have fun when you guys use your magic to hold me in the air.”

“that you somehow manage to shake off.” added Sans, looking at her strangely as he stopped working, “so you’re telling me you’ve never encountered magic before us?”

“Nope.” She smiled pleasantly, “But I would certainly make an effort to not try to shake it off if I got a chance to fly around the living room!”

“DIBS!” cried out Blueberry, his eyes shifting into literal stars.

“AWWW.” Papyrus said as his shoulder dropped, “I WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO DO THAT FOR YOU Y/N. IT SOUNDS LIKE WE’D HAVE SO MUCH FUN TOGETHER!”

She stood up and gently patted his cheek, “I highly doubt I’m going to get bored after just one go. I’d be careful if I were you guys though; I’m not above asking to be flown for the rest of my life so that my feet never touch the ground.”

Stretch chuckled, “we’d have to start past passing you like a ball when you want to switch skeleton if that happens.”

Sans chuckled quietly to himself even as Blueberry huffed, not looking impressed at the idea. Y/n, however, just pictured herself getting gentle lobbed side to side as Blueberry and Papyrus passed her across the living room, ducking and diving to the ground in an endless heart-pounding activity of Pass the Y/n.

“Th-that sounds amazing! And totally what we’re doing on the next rainy day!”

“HEY! DON’T IGNORE ME!!” cried Black, ignored by everyone.

When no one turned around to acknowledge him, he angrily stomped over to Mutt, who had his own tools out and ready to cut off branches. Black dropped the tree at Mutt’s feet, pointing at him as he snapped, “CLEAN THIS TREE OF ITS USELESS BARK AND BRANCHES, AND STARS HELP YOU IF YOU FAIL TO DO A GOOD JOB!!”

Mutt merely nodded, and went to work.

Y/n glared at Black’s back, looking away when he managed to rip another tree out and turned to carry it over to Mutt. Before he had a chance to say anything about her looking at him, she called out to Blueberry, who was about to rip out another tree, “Hey Blue, I bet you can’t beat Papyrus’s time it took him to lift a tree and carry it to his brother!”

Blueberry puffed out his chest, “CHALLENGED ACCEPTED!”

He gleefully turned to the tree and quickly tore it from the ground; chunks of dirt still dropping to the ground as he ran towards Stretch. Stretch, himself, actually flinched at Blueberry’s approach, before looking away as Sans smirked at him, waggling his brows at him, knowingly.

Puffing, Blueberry turned away from his slightly blushing brother after dropping the tree in front of him to face Y/n, beaming, “HOW WAS THAT!”

She hadn’t been keeping track, but the result was clear, “You did it!” she cheered.

“YESSSS!” Blueberry fist pumped the air, before he came running over to her and Papyrus, grinning, “WHAT’S MY PRIZE?”

“Um, how about I sit with you for awhile?” she asked, looking around for something better.

Blueberry, however, brightened. “DEAL!”

Grinning, she leat for his hand, giggling when he briefly hugged her to his chest, before setting her on his shoulder.

“CURES!” cried Papyrus, holding up his fits into a fighting stance, “I’LL HAVE TO UP MY GAME!”

“MWEH HEH HEH, I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY!” boasted Blueberry, moving back to stand by his brother, picking up tools himself. “IN THE MEANTIME, I GUESS ME AND MY BROTHER WILL HAVE TO SPEND ALL THIS TIME WITH Y/N BY OURSELVES!”

Judging by the look on Papyrus's face, that wouldn’t last.

And so it began.

Papyrus and Blueberry would take turns trying to beat the current best time, with the current winner standing next to their brother and working to cut the trees into manageable and useable logs. Y/n, herself, had fun alternating between cheering on the current challenger and running the wood shaver along the tree’s length, attempting to take the bark off. She wasn’t that efficient or good at it, but it made her feel like she was helping, and it felt good to see the guys smiling at her efforts. At some point, Red came wandering outside and actually took over for Y/n when she got a painful splinter, him and everyone insisting that she had done enough. Outvoted, she sat back and went back to cheering the pair of energetic skeletons at clearing the quarter of an acre of land for the latest housemates.

The two skeletons in question continued to do their own work, separate from everyone else. Black was in his own private battle to beat Papyrus and Blueberry’s time, working desperately to outpace the two skeletons. Every time he managed to beat either Papyrus or Blueberry by delivering a tree to Mutt quicker, he always looked over at Y/n before looking away with a snarl when he noticed her blatant disinterest. Mutt himself seemed indifferent to the whole thing; he certainly didn’t say anything when Sans or Stretch came over occasionally to help with his ever-growing pile.

The tipping point was when Edge himself eventually came outside, glaring at the whole lot of them from a distance when they were about two-thirds done. After watching Y/n cheering on Blueberry and leaping into his hands after he managed to beat Papyrus’s basically unbeatable time, he came striding right past them and headed towards a clump of trees. Looking over his shoulder at Y/n with a smirk, Edge turned back to the trees and widened his stance. About five trees were surrounded in a red glow and Edge visible strained in effort as, with a might lift, his hands raised above his head and the trees were torn from the ground along with the motion. In silent triumphant, he walked proudly back over to the jaw-dropped group (everyone but Red, who just looked smugly proud), dropping the trees into his own very pile.

“HOW DID I DO?” he asked, smirking over at Y/n.

She shook herself out of her stunned shock; she had been watching Papyrus and Blueberry outperforming each other in what she already considered an impressive display of super-human abilities.

“Edge wins.” She said simply, still shocked.

With a smug smirk, Edge snapped his fingers and held his hand out to her before cocking his head towards himself.

Grinning, she lept for his hand, noticing how he stood taller as she sat down on his shoulder and he turned to face a still stunned Papyrus and Blueberry, “DON’T FOOLISHLY TRY TO BEAT ME, CHILDREN!”

Edge flung his head back, cackling “NYAH HAH HA!” as Blueberry scowled and Papyrus continued to look impressed.

*CRACK!*

Everyone turned to look as Black held two halves of a solid tree in each hand, his expression a mixture of thunderous rage and disbelieving exasperation as he watched them.

“Everything okay, Black?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

Black’s eyes focused on her, switching rapidly between her and Edge, before he threw the two tree pieces over next to Mutt, who didn’t so much as look up from his work as they landed heavily next to him.

Without another word, Black marched away, towards the furthest corner of the land soon to be cleared of trees.

“SOME PEOPLE CAN’T TAKE THE FACT THAT THEY’VE ALREADY LOST!” Edge said loudly, yelling the last part towards Black’s retreating back.

“Don’t antagonise him.” Y/n scolded, not wanting to see what a fight between Black and Edge would look like.

Edge continued to look smug as he walked over to Red and began to help clean the trees he had just brought over free of all their bark and branches.

At least, he looked smug, until the first tree landed in the clearing, just in front of Mutt.

Everyone turned to look at the fallen tree, watching as a second, and then a third quickly joined them. Looking up, they could see tree after tree flying through the air, landing one after another in a seemingly endless stream.

“Black! Stop!!” Y/n called out, actually concerned for him as everyone took several steps back and away from the clearing.

Mutt sighed deeply, reaching into his jacket and pulled out a dog treat, making his way over to Edge and Y/n as he lit it up. “m’lord has decided he’d rather clear out this section by himself.”

“Is he okay?” Y/n looked away from the sight of tree landing one after another to look at Mutt, concern clear across his face, “He’s not going to get himself hurt doing that, is he?”

Mutt cocked a brow at her as he let loose a puff of purple smoke, looking her up and down, “since when do you care?”

“I-I….” she looked away.

She didn’t know what to say. What could she say?

She honestly couldn’t say she cared about Black’s wellbeing; he was, after all, doing this to himself. She had bearly known the guy a day and already her opinion about him was that he was a self-centred, egotistical brat who liked harassing other people for the sole joy of watching them suffer. Add to that the fact that he was probably here, not because he wanted to be or missed the other skeletons, but was bored and was using their emotions to entrain himself, and her opinion about him basically couldn’t get any lower.

However, knowing that he was so distressed that he was probably hurting himself right now, pushing himself up to and possibly beyond his breaking limits? For someone she would have said was deserving of getting punished for the consequences of his own actions, seeing it actually play out in reality like this, and Y/n suddenly found the whole idea distasteful.

No one, not even self-entitled brats like him, deserved this kind suffering.

Mutt continued to look at her, analysing her expression and body language, before blowing a puff of smoke over at Y/n, causing Edge to scowl at him as he waved the air clear, still looking at her quizzically. When she didn’t respond to the smoke, he shrugged and called out to the larger group behind them, “that’s it for today.”

Without another word, Mutt turned his back to the group and continued to smoke, watching tree after tree hitting the ground with earth pounding blows.

“you sure?” asked Sans, coming over.

Mutt glanced over at Sans, before looking back up at Y/n as he said, “yeah, you’ve done enough.”

He walked away from the group, towards the growing pile of trees, effortless moving side to side as he managed to stay out of the path of the on-coming trees.

Everyone turned to head inside, to find an activity that would occupy them for the rest of the afternoon as everyone waited for dinner, but only Y/n looked back to see Mutt standing off to the side watching as something thrashed and flung between all the foliage.

~*~

Y/n had been very subdue as she finished watching the movie on Red’s chest (who had apparently paused it fairly quickly after they all left in favour of going outside to spy on them from afar), his gently breathing as his ribs moved slowly up and down helped calm and settle her, but only barely. He and Sans (the only two to remain and finish watching the movie as the others left to do something else) had asked if she was okay, and the only answer she could give was that she wasn’t sure.

Not even Papyrus could lift her spirits when he came bursting into the room, basically singing that it was dinner time and he needed a ‘DASH OF BITTY HELP!’

Nothing could help lift her spirits when all she could do was keep replaying over and over the scene from beside the woods. From Mutt’s expression as he looked at her, to Black’s reaction to her praising Edge, something about this whole situation just felt…..wrong.

Was it just that she was a kind person, and therefore would always hate to see and feel bad when people suffered, even people like Black?

Something told her that wasn’t quit it; something about her perception of Black’s motivations was off and she just didn’t have the whole picture yet. Why had Black looked at her and Edge with something near akin to betrayal? Why did he care about her praising her friends and appear to seek her appraisal too; didn’t he think so lowly of all them anyway?

Why the hell was he here??

If he was truly bored, wouldn't he have found someone else to annoy instead of sticking to her friends like this? Travel the world, take up a hobby, meet new people, anything really; if he really was bored, he had any innumerable options than to annoy people he clearly didn’t like.

Until she got an answer as to why he was so adamant about being here, she knew this would bother her, like a splinter at the back of her mind. Unless she figured out what truly motivated him, Black’s suffering would just feel wrong and she would continue to feel bad about it.

“IT WAS THIS BAD LAST TIME TOO.”

Y/n looked away from the pot of slowly cooking pasta sauce to see Papyrus looking at her, concerned.

“Wh-what?” she asked, lost.

He sighed, gesturing to the spoon in his hand, “I’VE OFFERED YOU A TASTE OF OUR FABULOUS COOKING ABOUT SIX TIMES NOW.”

“Oh! Sorry Paps.” She stood up and moved towards the spoon, “So, what do you think? Needs more garlic?”

But Papyrus gently placed the spoon back into the pot, stirring it more.

“ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT BLACK AND MUTT?” he asked, looking over at her.

“Um….” She sat back down, leaning against his skull. “Yeah.” She admitted.

Papyrus hummed approvingly, “YES, THEY ARE QUITE THE PAIR. I KNEW I WOULD MISS THEM WHEN THEY SAID THEY WANTED TO STAY BEHIND.”

“Miss them??” She turned around to look up into Papyrus’s face, searching his expression, “Papyrus, I don’t know about Mutt, but Black’s been nothing but rude since he got here! What’s there to miss??”

Papyrus waved her off, “OH, THAT’S JUST BLACK BEING BLACK. HE’S NOT MUCH WORSE THAN EDGE.”

“He’s a lot worse than Edge!” she exclaimed, angry on Edge’s behalf.

Papyrus looked over at her, cocking an eyebrow, “REALLY?”

“Yeah!” she said, moving away from Papyrus's skull to cross her arms.

Seriously, how were the two comparable??

He merely shrugged, returning to his stirring, “I’LL ADMIT EDGE’S BEEN A LOT CALMER SINCE WE MOVED IN, BUT I THINK YOU’RE FORGETTING WHAT HE WAS LIKE WHEN YOU FIRST MET. DIDN’T HE TRY TO KILL YOU SEVERAL TIMES?”

“He-he…!” Y/n stopped, and her accusing hand fell back to her side as, especially now that Papyrus had pointed it out to her, she remembered that Edge had been a jerk to her when they first met. Several days in a row, in fact.

A real jackwagon.

“He wasn’t this bad.” She mumbled, really not liking comparing the two in her mind now.

Papyrus moved over to the boiling pot of pasta, fetching out a piece and waiting for it cool in his hand, “BLACK’S NOT SO BAD WHEN HE’S NOT TRYING TO SHOW OFF.” He looked over at her, smugly, “YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE NOTICED, BUT THE OTHERS HAVE A TENDENCY TO SHOW OFF. THANK THE STARS I’M THE MOST HUMBLE SKELETON EVER AND CAN SEE THIS OBVIOUS PERSONALITY FLAW!”

Y/n snorted before she had a chance to cover her mouth, snickering behind hands.

“I AM VERY MODEST ABOUT MY AMAZING ABILITIES!” he exclaimed, posing in the middle of the kitchen, a noodle hanging from his posing hand.

That certainly didn’t help as tears of suppressed laughter gathered in the corner of her eyes. Knowing anything she tried to say now would be drowned out by the laughter she was bearly holding back, she merely nodded, taking deep breaths.

Papyrus huffed before testing the noodle. Nodding in satisfaction, he took the pot off the boil and drained the water. “JUST WAIT AND SEE Y/N; IN A FEW DAYS, I JUST KNOW YOU’LL LOOK BACK AND BE SHOCKED THAT YOU AND BLACK WEREN’T THE BESTEST OF FRIENDS FROM THE VERY MOMENT YOU MET!”

“You really believe in the absolute best of people, don’t you Papyrus?” she asked with sincere wonder, wiping her eyes.

He turned to grin at her, “ALWAYS!” Then his expression fell slightly, “TRUTH BE TOLD, I HAD GREAT TROUBLE GETTING BLUEBERRY AND EDGE TO BE NICE TO EACH OTHER WHEN THEY FIRST MET. NOW THEY’RE THE BEST OF FRIENDS!”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n thought the ‘best of friends’ was a bit of a stretch. There was a bit more to their constant ‘friendly competition’ than that.

“And Black?” she asked, genuinely curious.

Papyrus sighed deeply, looking troubled, “BELIEVES THAT HAVING FRIENDS WAS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS AND CALLS NO ONE HIS FRIEND.” He brightened as he looked over at her, “BUT DON’T YOU WORRY, I JUST KNOW, WITH YOU WORKING YOUR SPECIAL POWER AND MY CONTINUED AMAZING SKILLS AT BUILD FRIENDSHIPS FROM MORTAL ENEMIES, WE CAN WIN HIM OVER!”

“I don’t have any special magic, Papyrus.” She sighed, briefly listing all the superpowers she would love to have and it what order in her mind.

“NONSENSE!” scolded Papyrus as he took the pot of pasta and sauce into the dining room.

“DINNER!” he called, before offering a hand to Y/n and transporting her to the table. After he finished serving her, he gently placed the pot in the middle of the table before grinning down at her, “YOU MAY NOT KNOW WHAT EDGE WAS LIKE AT OUR OLD PLACE, BUT EVEN YOU MUST BE ABLE TO SEE THE CHANGES YOU’VE INSPIRED SINCE HE’S BEEN HERE! THAT, IS YOUR SPECIAL POWER! TAMING DIFFICULT SKELETONS!!”

“WHAT WAS THAT YOU WERE SAYING ABOUT ME?!?” snapped Edge, moving to the head of the table as everyone else came wandering in.

Papyrus looked shifty as he raised a hand to his head, “UM, ER, NOTHING!”

Edge narrowed his eyes at him, “I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!” he hissed.

Papyrus eyes kept darting towards the doorway that lead towards the living room and stairwell, edging towards it. Suddenly, he smacks his head and said in an exaggerated tone, “WHOOPSY DOOPSY! I JUST REMEMBERED THAT SOMEONE NEEDS TO GET BLACK AND MUTT!” He fled the room, crying, “BYE!” as he ran, the sound of the back door slamming shut in the distance.

Edge watched him go, before turning sharply to look at Y/n, “What WERE YOU SAYING ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK WITH THE CREAMPUFF?!” he demanded.

“Easy Edge, we were just talking about how different things are now when compared to when we first meet.” She grinned and touched her cheekbone, “You know, before you somehow managed to get green dye on your eye socket?”

“I’VE TRIED EVERYTHING!” he hissed to quietly to himself, lifting up his fork and peering at his reflection at the back of it as everyone else served themselves dinner.

“would this be before i got pink on my coccyx?” Red asked, before grinning over at her, “which i still haven’t gotten rid of yet, if you care for me to prove it?”

Y/n laughed, “You wanna walk through the house, bone naked again, go ahead! I won’t stop you!”

Sans dropped his head into his hand as Red join in with her chuckles, “please, for the love of stars y/n, don’t encourage him.”

Red leaned in towards him, throwing an arm around him, “aww. is vanilla feelin'-?”

He stopped whatever he was about to say as, instead, he focused on whatever was behind her.

Turning around, Y/n felt shocked at what she saw standing in the archway.

Papyrus came walking back in, sitting calming next to Edge and apparently forgetting he had been avoiding him not moments go, but it was the appearance of Black and Mutt that everyone else focused on.

Mutt was covered in sap, sticks and leaves, but he looked lightyears better than Black, who stood next to him, taking deep, shuddering breathes that saw him occasionally quivering. His immaculate clothes had been covered in dirt, sap and leaves that were stuck to him and occasionally fell off as he breathed. He had torn a hole through one of his gloves and mud covered one of his boots and travelled up his thigh-high socks. Mud and leave stains crisscrossed his skull, but they did little to distract just how dark the shadows under his eyes had become. Even his eye lights seemed dimmer.

For the image he had presented both last night and this morning, this dishevelled skeleton was anything but clean or proper. He was the picture of exhaustion, both physically and mentally.

“WHERE IS THE SHOWER?” he asked, glaring at the whole lot of them.

Y/n pointed towards it, “It’s just down the hall, first door on the left.”

Black nodded, his eyes shifting over the dining table.

He turned to Mutt, “EAT.” He ordered.

Mutt merely nodded, making his way over to sit next to Blueberry, grabbing a plate and serving himself.

“What about you?” Y/n asked, watching another leaf falling off him.

Black ignored her, choosing instead to walk towards the new front door, slamming it shut behind him.

“Okay then.” She looked around the table, smiling tiredly, “Guys, I just wanted to say thank you so much for all your effort today, especially for helping Black. I swear, anything you guys want to do next, you let me know. You’ve more than earned it.”

“oh baby doll,” grinned Red, “you really shouldn’t write blank checks like that.”

But Y/n merely waved him off, “After all the shit he’s put you guys through today, I’d gladly accept whatever you all agree is a fun activity. Think about and let me know, kay?”

They nodded, even if there was a slight scheming smirk to all their smiles.

Even Papyrus looked like he was concocting something!

Somewhat apprehensive and knowing these guys were bound to surprise her, she dug into her plate of pasta, humming in delight as she had her first mouthful.

Seeing everyone else tuckering into their own plates, Y/n finished her mouthful, turned around and asked, “So Mutt, can I ask for a bit more information about you and Black? Like, where did you two come from, what are your interests?”

She genuinely wanted to know more about this basically mute brother, and with Black out of the room, perhaps he’d talk more? It didn’t seem like he was free to talk much when his brother was in the room.

Mutt glanced over at her, looked over at her head at someone briefly before smirking and returning to his meal.

“YOU’VE NEVER ASKED ME THOSE QUESTIONS!” Blueberry cried out, a bit upset.

She turned around in her chair, smiling at him, “True, but I’ve gotten to know that kind of stuff by hanging out with you.” she listed off her own answers, “I guess if we’re speaking technically, then technically you all came from Mount Ebott. I know that tacos are your favourite dish because that’s all you ever want to cook, and I know you like puzzles and role-playing games because we had an amazing amount of fun doing that!”

While Blueberry blushed slightly, looking pleased, Edge growled as he dug into his plate “THERE’S NOT MUCH TO KNOW ABOUT THE SILENT CUR AND THE SHRIEKING BRAT. THEY’RE BOTH PAINS WHO SHOULD HAVE NEVER COME HERE!”

“That’s an awesome tone to have when talking about people who are going to be our housemates  for who knows how long.” She said, folding her arms at Edge and not at all impressed.

Edge stabbed a fork towards her direction, his eyes narrowed, “OH PLEASE! DON’T ACT LIKE YOU’RE NOT CURRENTLY REGRETTING AGREEING TO LET THE BRAT AND HIS DOG BUILD THEIR HOUSE HERE! IF THEY HADN’T FORCED YOUR HAND, YOU’D HAVE HAPPILY SEEN THEM GO LAST NIGHT!”

“Well I- I mean, I am trying to make this work! It’s not my fault that all I ever hear Black say is how awesome he is and how much everyone else sucks! You think I like getting insulted and getting called a pet over, and over again?! Don’t think the thought of cancelling the agreement hasn’t crossed my mind multiple times today!!”

The front door slammed, startling Y/n out of her rant as she and everyone else (expect Mutt, who merely continued to eat, indifferent to the conversation) turned to see Black fuming by the front door, a bag over his shoulder. His enraged eyes glared hatefully at Y/n for a moment, before the anger seemed to drain from him, leaving him just looking betrayed, his shoulder slumping.

Before Y/n could say or do anything, Black turned and stormed out of the room, the bathroom door slamming echoing up from the hall.

There was an awkward silence.

Feeling bad once again, Y/n played with her food in silence as everyone kept eating. Mutt finished first, long before anyone else, and he just left his plate on the table as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom’s direction, without so much as a word.

When the others made to stand up and clean up after dinner, Y/n finally spoke up, looking over at Edge.

“Papyrus pointed out to me that you and I didn’t exactly start on the right foot either. So how about you back off a bit and try to make this work, okay?”

Edge looked taken aback by her response, but he quickly huffed as he continued to gather plates, “SO, TELL ME, HOW LONG DO YOU PLAN TO KEEP FAILING AT TRYING TO WIN OVER SOMEONE WHO DOES NOT WANT TO BE WON OVER.”

She stood up slowly, grinning up at him, “I don’t know, how long did it take for you?”

~*~

Edge did not like being compared to Black. He refused to engage in the conversation as Papyrus, Blueberry and Y/n washed and Sans, Stretch and Red drying, moving quickly from the kitchen and upstairs before Y/n had finished suggesting another movie. Blueberry had suggested a board game, which made Red suggest a card game with a wink, but Y/n was more than over today; the fallout with Edge just being the final strike in a very tiring day.

So as a movie played with only Papyrus and Blueberry really giving it their full attention, Y/n attention was brought back from her ideally thoughts as the backdoor closed shut behind Mutt’s retreating back.

Turning away from the sight of a dog treat glowing in the dark below magical glowing eyes in the dark, Y/n saw Black standing by the living room’s archway, freshly washed and wearing tailored deep purple satin pyjamas, complete with a long, sweeping robe.

“WHICH ROOM IS OURS?” asked Black, his voice noticeably quieter.

“Room?” she asked, confused.

Black rolled his eyes, pointing upstairs, “WHICH ROOM DOES MY BED, WHICH I PLAN TO SLEEP IN TONIGHT, RESIDE IN?”

“You don’t have a room to ‘reside’ in.” she gestured to the living room couches, “Until your house is built, you’ll both be sleeping on the couches.”

Black’s low volume did not last long.

“I’M TO SLEEP ON A MOULDY, OLD COUCH!” he shrieked.

“Yep.” Y/n yawed with a stretch, “It's actually quite comfortable and its almost as good as a regular bed; in fact, this one happens to fold out into a pretty decent bed.”

Something occurred to her as she did a quick take of the room, counting seats. “Huh, guess I need to look at buying new couches too.”

Black, did not look at all impressed, “I REFUSE TO SLEEP ON A STUPID COUCH WHILE THE REST OF YOU GET TO SLEEP IN PROPER BEDS!”

“Then drive to a motel, because we don’t have spare beds laying around.” She pointed to a cardboard behind him, down the hall, “We do have plenty of blankets and a few spare pillows you can help yourself to.”

Black seemed absolutely livid at the very prospect, until an idea occurred to him, brightening his mood and putting her on edge. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE OUR LANDLADY?”

“I am, but I can’t conjure beds from thin air, Black.”

Black ignored that, moving into the room with his hands behind his back as he continued to smirk, “THEN ANY DECENT LANDLADY WOULD SEE THAT HER TENETS ARE SUFFERING UNDER THEIR POOR MISMANAGEMENT OF RESOURCES, AND WOULD WANT TO DO WHATEVER IT TOOK TO EASE THE PAIN UNTIL THE TENETS COULD BE MORE COMFORTABLE?”

She looked around the room, “Hey, I did offer pillows and blankets, you know?”

Black moved closer to her, bending in front of her until they were on the same eye level. “IF THE COUCH IS SO ‘COMFORTABLE’, YOU WILL HAVE NO PROBLEM SHARING MY SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS.”

She stared at him, “A-are you asking me to sleep with you?!”

Red chocked on his drink as everyone else began to blush, but Black merely grinned, “I’M NOT IN THE HABIT OF SHARING MY BED WITH PETS. I MERELY REQUEST THAT IF I DON’T GET A BED TONIGHT, THEN NEITHER DO YOU.” he stood up and picked up a cushion, tossing it to the coffee table. “OH MY,” he said, in an exaggerated tone, “THAT CUSHION LOOKS SO COMFORTABLE! IT’S ALMOST JUST AS GOOD AS A REGULAR BED!”

Y/n scowled at him, before looking at the cushion. The cushion WAS just as good as her bed; when you were small like she was, any soft surface felt amazing when you were too light to have to worry about proper support or springs.

However, the implication of sharing a room with Mutt and Black, the price of getting Black’s cooperation for just tonight when she really didn’t have the mental energy to fight…?

“If I agree to this, you can’t complain about your sleeping arrangements, ever again.”

Black grinned, “SURE, PET.”

Rolling her eyes, she turned to face Papyrus, noting the movie had long since been paused, “Hey Papyrus? Can I ask you to get Black some pillows and blankets?”

He pushed himself up from the floor, beaming, “OF COURSE Y/N!”

Y/n smiled as she watched him go, but that smile quickly fell with Black’s next words.

“OKAY YOU LOT, CLEAR OFF! THIS IS MY ‘BEDROOM’ NOW AND I DEMAND SLEEP!”

She turned around to scowl at him, “You mind asking that again in a different, far less rude manner?”

Black rolled his eyes, “WHAT’S THE ‘LESS-RUDE’ WAY TO TELL PEOPLE TO LEAVE SO THAT YOU CAN GO TO SLEEP?”

“Forget it.” she turned to sigh at the others, “Guess it’s time to head to our rooms. Can someone carry me upstairs please?”

“I WILL!” cried Blueberry, already leaping over the coffee table to reach her, laying across Sans’s lap to reach her first.

Seeing Blueberry ignoring him in favour of picking up Y/n, he shrugged before grinning, “i can’t believe that you beat me to her blue. that was un-blue-ievable of you.”

“you red my mind.” grinned Red, cocking his finger at Sans, which he returned with an even bigger shit-eating grin, “just in case he accidentally hit you gettin' to her first, i’d check for a black eye later sans.”

Stretch chuckled quietly to himself with his eyes closed, before opening them with a twinkle in them, “i must say, those are some sans-ational pun  you guys have there.”

While the three idiots were shit-grinning and firing finger guns at each other, they ignored the absolute deep-pan expressions of Blueberry and Black, united for the first time by their hatred of puns. Y/n, meanwhile, between the three idiots and the Berries indignations, was holding her sides, doubled over, trying not to laugh.

She didn’t want to risk upset Black further tonight, but damn if it wasn’t hard!

“I’LL BE TAKING Y/N UPSTAIRS NOW!” huffed Blueberry

“MAKE SURE YOU RETURN HER TO ME, WON’T YOU….BLUE.” smirked Black, watching him leave with keen interest as Papyrus came back into the living room with all the pillows and blankets.

Blueberry stop at the foot of the stairs with his hand on the railing, looking back and looking like he was about to say something. However, after a quick glance down at her, Blueberry quickly moved upstairs, slowing down as he approached her house.

“A-ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS?”

Y/n jumped down from his shoulder to land on her roof, sliding down it to land on her balcony. When she stood up, she looked up into Blueberry’s concerned face, “I’m like ninety percent sure I don’t have to worry about another kidnapping.”

That, was apparently the wrong thing to say.

Quickly, she reached out for him, grabbing a hold of the hand he held out to her. “Hey Blue, don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

“he’s ain't the only one worried about ch'ya babydoll.”

Looking around him, Y/n saw that Sans, Papyrus, Stretch and Red had made it upstairs, gathering around her house to look at her in concern.

Well, everyone but Papyrus.

“I THINK THIS IS AN EXCELLENT CHANCE FOR Y/N TO BOUND WITH BLACK!” he waggled his eyebrows at her, knowingly, “A CHANCE FOR SOMEONE TO WORK THEIR MAGIC?”

She let go of Blueberry’s hand to wave him off, “You need to lower your expectations of me, Papyrus.”

Papyrus leaned in closer towards her, beaming, “NEVER!”

Blushing slightly, she looked around at the others, “Besides, it’s just for the night, and you guys are right here. What’s the worry?”

“mutt can teleport, remember?” Stretch said, making Sans, Red and Blueberry look even grimmer.

“Oh.”

She had forgotten about that.

That….was a concern.

Sans looked seriously down at her, “kid, you don’t have to do this. you’re more than welcomed to spend the nights in our rooms till their house is done and you certainly don’t have to go through with the shared sleeping conditions thing with black.”

“And have to deal with forever being known as a lair in his eyes?” she shook her head, looking around, “I’d rather not get any sleep than be known as a liar.”

“he already calls you that.” Red pointed out.

“Yeah, but I’m not about to make it true.”

When she could see that she wasn’t convincing anyone, she turned to open her door, “Look, I know it sucks. This whole thing has sucked since last night, but I’m not about to go against my word because he’s being an absolute brat. If he breaks the rules and actually reaches three strikes, I’ll happily have you guys toss him out. But until that happens, I’ve made my word all your problems.” She rubbed the back of her neck, “Sorry about that, by the way. I really didn’t ask for everyone’s opinion last night, did I?”

Red scoffed, disbelievingly, “since when does the value of your word worth all this shit?”

“Since I lost everything and had to deal with everyone around me lying to me about everything.” She replied, quietly.

She turned back around, “Look, I’m sure this doesn’t make sense, but I want to-“ she looked over at Papyrus, before looking at Edge’s closed door, “-try.”

“THAT’S THE SPIRIT!” cried Papyrus, turning to face the others, “I’M SURE WE CAN TRUST BLACK AND MUTT NOT TO KIDNAP Y/N!”

She really wished he had been able to say that without looking nervous.

Trying to put on a brave face, she smiled up at all of them, “Goodnight everyone and I’ll see you all in the morning!”

She quickly went inside, closing her door behind her before they had a chance to reply.

When everyone had eventually mumbled their goodnights to her and she heard them move away, she felt comfortable enough to head to her room.

Looking around, she knew she would grab her pillow and blanket, but there was no need to drag her bed. Her backpack was staying with her, that was just happening, and she debated for a while on whether or not to change into pyjamas. Figuring that doing so would show the good faith she was currently questioning, she quickly changed, gathered her things and made her way to the vent.

Sliding down a level and making her way over to the exit that lead to the living room, Y/n was surprised to find only the small couch reading lamp on, the main couch still firmly folded in rather than out into a bed, Black missing and pillows and blankets on one armchair with Mutt asleep on the other armchair, laying across it so that his head rested on one armrest and his legs dangled from the other one.

There was also a lit dog treat hanging from his fangs, threating to fall and burn a hole in his clothing.

Clicking her teeth, Y/n dropped her things and made her way over to him. She wasn’t about to ask why Mutt hadn't waited till the couch was made into a bed or why he thought sleeping with a lit cigarette was a good idea, all she knew was she wasn’t about to risk a house fire just because she didn’t bother taking action while she could.

Climbing up to stand on the armrest, beside his face, Y/n briefly took this chance to acknowledge all the scars that were across his face. It was as bad, if not worse, that Edge. Feeling sad about the hidden history those scars told about these guys, she looked away from the crack in his eye and moved slowly to the lit dog treat. Slowly, she pried the lit dog treat from his slackened jaw, ignoring the slight purple smoke that made her eyes sting and numbed the fading pain in her wrist. With a steady heart rate and steady hands, Y/n turned and lept for the coffee table, using an edge of the table to stamp of the embers. It wasn’t ideal, but she wasn’t about to try stamping out the flames underfoot.

With her task down, she placed the now extinguished dog treat on the table, moving past it and around her cushion (set up with one of the softest blankest she knew she had) to drop to the floor and gather her things.

When she turned around, however, she saw that not only was the dog treat back in Mutt’s mouth, but it was also lit and he was smirking with his eyes still closed.

“You son of a-“

Hearing the sound of bone feet walking downstairs and heading towards her, Y/n fell quiet, shrinking back when she looked up in the near dark and saw Black’s purple eyes smouldering in the dark.

Still somewhat hiding, she watched as Black appeared startled to see Mutt sleeping where he was, before sighing heavily, folding his arms and tapping his foot as he stared down at him.

“REALLY??”

Black plucked the lit dog treat from Mutt’s fangs with a lot less care than Y/n had, snuffing out the embers on his palm. He tossed the dog treat onto the coffee table and moved towards her. Y/n though she had been spotted, but instead, Black picked up a pillow and a blanket. With these things, he walked back over to Mutt, gently lifted his head and wedge the pillow under his neck and head, making several adjustments before lowering his head softly to it. Next, he threw the blanket over Mutt, checking to make sure his feet were covered. With his task done, he turned to the couch, scowling at it.

“You actually have a soft side?”

Black shrieked, jumping back as sharp bones sprang up around him and Mutt in a protective circle. Seeing Y/n moving out into the open, her hands up, Black furiously blushed and quickly lowered the protective circle, the magic flames leaving his eyes.

“WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PET, SULKING IN THE SHADOWS??”

“I wasn’t ‘sulking’, I was picking up my things.” She pointed to the pile behind her, over by the vent.

Black’s eyes followed the direction she pointed to, before returning to her, glaring, “AND HERE I THOUGHT YOU HAD BEEN WHISKED AWAY, HOLDING UP IN ONE OF YOUR ENTHRALLED LAPDOGS ROOMS, SAFE FROM THE 'MEAN' BLACK WHO INSULTS EVERYONE FOR NO REASONS!”

She crossed her arms, “You’re insulting them right now! What were you even doing up there in the first place?!”

“NOTHING!”

But Y/n knew that wasn’t true.

“You went up there because you thought I was lying to you about sleeping here tonight, didn’t you?”

When he didn’t respond, she angrily turned to her pillows, “You know, I’m getting awfully sick of being called a liar when all I have ever done is told you the truth!”

“GIVE IT TIME.” Black said quietly to himself.

Not really seeing the point in pursuing what would sure to be a useless argument, Y/n continued to walk over to her things, wrapped her pillow up in her blanket before tossing the blanket bag over her shoulder and backpack before making her way back to the table leg. After she had managed to climb up and dumped her things by the pillow, she turned around to see Black cursing as he struggled to pop the bed mechanism out of the couch, the couch seats already flung to the far side of the room.

She was content to let him struggle, but then he was summoning pointed bone weapons and made to jam them into the couch.

“What are you doing??” she called out, running to the edge of the table.

Black looked back at her, in a mid-stabbing pose. “I’M TRYING TO GET THIS HUNK OF JUNK OUT SO THAT I CAN SLEEP!”

“You need to pull at the right spots, Black.”

“OR PLUNGE MY BONES INTO KEY AREAS.” He turned back to stab the couch.

“Do that, and not only will it be another strike for you, but you’ll also ruin any chance of it ever popping out and you'll then have to spend the night on the floor!” she yelled.

Black continued to glare at her, before letting his bones disappearing in a puff of purple magic dust.

“OKAY PET!” he spat, “WE’LL DO IT YOUR WAY, SINCE YOU’RE GOING TO USE THE THREATS OF STRIKES AGAINST ME!”

Sighing, Y/n lept for the couch, walking across the metal mess and pointing to two key spots. “You need to pull here and here at the same time.”

“AND HOW AM I GOING TO DO THAT??”

She shrugged, “I was sort of thinking Mutt would still be awake to help you.” she looked over at him, “We can always wake him up, seeing as how I’m all but certain he is currently awake anyway.”

“NO.”

She turned in surprise back to Black, who was looking over the couch, thoughtful.

When he noticed her looking at him in surprise, he cocked an eyebrow, “WHAT?”

After she nodded her head towards Mutt with a questioning look, Black looked hurriedly away, “L-LOOK, I KNOW MY BROTHER, AND A MORE USELESS BAG ON BONES HAS NEVER WALKED THE EARTH!” He quickly bent to the couch, “IT’S BETTER TO LET HIM JUST SLEEP THAN TO BOTHER GETTING HIM INVOLVED.”

“Okay,” she relented, “but it doesn’t solve our problem.”

“MY PROBLEM,” Black corrected, turning to walk back over to the armchair with all the bed supplies, “AND ONE THAT I HAVE ALREADY FOUND A SOLUTION TO!”

Pulling out a blanket, Black walked back over to the couch and tied both ends to the key points Y/n had pointed out. Checking that they would hold, Black grabbed the middle of the blanket and heaved.

“Wait, Black, the coffee-“

Before she could finish her warning, the bed sprang out and came flying at her and the coffee table. She barely had enough time to clench up, expecting an impact.

It took her a few moments to realise that it never came.

Opening her eyes and uncurling from her stance, she noticed that the coffee table was currently hoving in the air, surrounded by a purple glow. Gently, the coffee table was lowered to a spot just beside the armrest on the couch.

“HA!” Black cheered, posing pompously, “PRETTY NICE JOB I DID, SAVING YOU LIKE THAT WITH MY AMAZING LIGHTING REFLEXES!”

“It would have been more amazing if you had waited and let me explain further,“ she looked away from making sure all her stuff was still her before smiling over at Black, “But I will admit it was a nice save.”

Black gapped at her, a slow purple blush building. Before it grew much further, he turned his back on her, his back straight.

“Y-YEAH, WHATEVER! SHUT UP!”

Smiling in absolute shocked delight, Y/n shook her head in disbelief at this strange skeleton, who seemed to switch from moods quicker than a traffic light. Rather than point this out to him or test just how far she could push this, she instead turned her attention back to her own bed, quickly setting herself up.

After a brief moment, Black threw her a quick look before his magic grabbed the rest of the pillows and the blanket, making his own bed and getting himself ready for bed.

Laying down, Y/n admitted, “You know, that was a very clever idea using the bed sheet like that.”

“OF COURSE IT WAS!” Black spat, looking determinedly away, “I AM A BRILLIANT COMPOSER OF INGENIOUS TRAPS; FIGURING OUT THE TRICK TO YOUR PITIFUL HUMAN DEVICE WAS CHILD’S PLAY!!”

“Really?” she asked, pushing herself up to grin over at Black, “Is that why I had point things out to you?”

Black sat up too, “YOU MERELY GAVE ME THE ANSWER I ALREADY KNEW! I-I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU IN A WAY YOU’D UNDERSTAND!”

“Really?” she drawled.

He leaned over, grinning, “REALLY!”

Rolling her eyes, she rolled onto her side and turned her back to him, “Well, I guess I’ll never have to help you with ‘pitifully’ human devices again, will I? My, it sure would be embarrassing if the Malevolent Black was stumped by a human mailbox, wouldn’t it?” She looked back at him over her shoulder, grinning, “Trust me Black, just go to sleep and stop giving me ideas. Ask the other guys how it turned out for them when they doubted me?”

“AWW, IS THE LITTLE PET EXHAUSTED AFTER A WHOLE DAY OF DOING NOTHING?” he mocked behind her.

She sat up, “Excuse me? Dealing with your bull shit has been more than exhausting! Do I need to remind you about the kidnapping this morning??”

“YOU MEAN THE MISUNDERSTANDING.” He leaned in, grinning at her, “BUT I SHOULDN’T BE SURPRISED HOW TIRED YOU ARE; WEAK PEOPLE OFTEN GET EXHAUSTED OVERDOING SIMPLE THINGS, LIKE WAKING UP!”

She glared at him, “I use to pull all-nighters all the time; you’re the one that needs to recover after the tantrum you threw in the woods!”

His grin fell, “YOU REALLY THINK I’M TIRED AFTER THAT SUPER EASY TASK??”

Now it was her turn to smirk, “Very. Like a baby skipping its nap.”

“WELL, I’M NOT GOING TO SLEEP, BECAUSE I’M WIDE AWAKE AND FILLED WITH ENDLESS ENERGY AND POWER!” He smirked right back at her, “YOU SHOULD GET YOUR SLEEP THOUGH; YOU HAVE ANOTHER EXHAUSTING DAY GETTING CARRIED FROM PLACE TO PLACE LIKE THE PET YOU ARE!”

“You wanna bet!?” she threw off her blankets, “I’ll still be awake hours after you’ve fallen face first on your stupid smug face, and the moment you do, I’ve got a permanent marker and red lipstick with your name all over it Black!”

Black threw his head back, “THEN YOU’LL BE WAITING TILL THE END OF TIME, BECAUSE I HAVE NO NEED TO SLEEP! I JUST HAVE LULLS BETWEEN MY NEXT AMAZING FEET!”

“Then get comfortable, because all I’m doing in thinking about which side the penis is getting drawn on your skull!”

“TOUCH ME AND DIE PET!”

“Not until you fall asleep like a bratty child after a sugar rush!”

~*~

And so went the very, very long night of Black and Mutt’s first night at the house.

 

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Chapter Text

Black and Y/n were still glaring at each other when Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge came down the stairs in the early morning light, dressed in their daily jogging gear.

Neither had fallen asleep and neither had said much to each other in the last few hours. They were both too busy staring at each other without really seeing, with Y/n sitting crossed legged on her cushion, her bitty pillow wedged under her chin and the large blanket wrapped around her body as she stared up into Black’s eyes as he rested his head in his arms, folded upon the armrest of the couch and peering down at her.

“DID-DID YOU BOTH STAY UP THE WHOLE NIGHT?” Papyrus asked, coming into the living room slowly with Blueberry and Edge behind him.

Y/n looked away from the glowering Black to smile at Papyrus, feeling unusually light, “Heeyy Paps!” she waved at the staring skeletons behind him, “Hey Blue, hey Edge! Going for your morning run?”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION PEST,” Edge folded his arms, looking between them, “DID YOU STAY UP THE WHOLE NIGHT?”

“Yeah?” she replied, not really understanding why Edge looked upset by that answer.

After he threw a dirty look at Black, Edge strolled out of the room, with the front door slamming hinting where he went.

“What’s wrong with him?” Y/n asked, rubbing her eyes and thoroughly confused now.

“HE’S- WE’RE JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU Y/N.” Papyrus sighed, looking away from the front door to her, clearly concerned and conflicted.

She waved him off, “Oh, don’t worry about me.” She thumbed in Black’s direction, “I’d be more worried about Mr Sleepy Pants over there-“

“YOUR PANTS ARE SLEEPING!” Black snapped lazily, rolling his head off to the side in his arms to glare at the backyard.

Y/n rolled her eyes, nuzzling her face deeper into the pillow in her arms as she groaned in exhaustion.

“Y/N?” Blueberry’s voice was much closer than she expected, so she peered tiredly over to look at his face next to her, his eyes shimmering, “IF-IF YOU’D LIKE, I CAN TAKE YOU BACK TO YOUR ROOM FOR A RESTFUL NAP?”

Before she knew what her answer to that was going to be, Black spoke up, “PHA! OFF YOU GO, LITTLE PET! GO AND GET SOME SLEEP, LIKE A WEAK PERSON WOULD!” He rolled his head over to stare at Blueberry, “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’D ACTUALLY SUPPORT TAKING NAPS IN THE MORNING! YOU USE TO HAVE SOME SENSE, SOME DIGNITY, BUT I CAN SEE THAT EVEN THAT’S GONE NOW!”

“HEY!” Blueberry stood up, frowning at Black “I’VE ALWAYS SUPPORTED GETTING A GOOD NIGHT REST! AND IF Y/N DIDN’T, SHE SHOULD GET SOME REST NOW!” He waved a hand over at Black, “SAME GOES FOR YOU ACTUALLY! YOU’RE BOTH GOING TO BE VERY TIRED-“

“I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THE PET,” Black said, slowly raising, “BUT I’VE NEVER FELT MORE AWAKE AND RESTED IN MY LIFE!”

“And I’m good to go.” Y/n insisted, watching Black carefully as she threw off her blanket and made to stand as well.

As Blueberry sighed, Papyrus moved towards Black, a look of anticipation on his face, “SO BLACK?”

Black finished brushing out the creases in his pyjamas and turned to glare at Papyrus, folding his arms. “WHAT?” he snapped.

“SEEING AS YOU’RE BACK, BLUEBERRY AND I HAVE LONG SINCE RESUMED OUR MORNING WORKOUTS, ALTERNATING BETWEEN A JOG AROUND THE PROPERTY AND TRAINING IN THE BACKYARD. WE’VE EVEN MANAGED TO CONVINCE EDGE TO JOIN US!”

“GET TO THE POINT!”

Papyrus smiled brightly, “WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN US AS WELL?”

Black looked generally surprised by the offer, before his eyes flickered to Blueberry behind Papyrus and over to the front door where Edge had disappeared to.

Then the surprise left his expression and a familiar scowl returned.

“WHY WOULD I EVER WANT TO GO FOR A RUN WITH A BUNCH OF WEAK, SLOW, BABY MONSTERS?!”

Papyrus looked taken aback, “BLACK-”

Black turned his back away from everyone, folded his arms before waving a dismissive hand over his shoulder, “GO! AND HAVE FUN PLAYING BABY GAMES WITH EACH OTHER!”

Papyrus looked reluctant to move until Blueberry gently grabbed his arm and guided him out of the room.

Only when she saw the front door close behind their backs did Y/n turn around to face Black, “What the hell is-!“

Whatever she had been about to yell at Black vanished when she beheld his expression.

He looked absolutely devasted; crushed and forlorn with his shoulders sagging as the anger drained from him, leaving him just looking small.

That was, until he noticed Y/n staring at him.

Without another word, he turned back to his bed, tearing the sheets from it and angrily folding them up, before tossing pillows onto the floor.

“Black?”

He ignored her, instead choosing to bend down and pick up the pullout’s legs, angrily stuffing the whole thing back into the couch.

“Black, seriously, what’s wrong? Why are you so adamant about keeping your distance from everyone else?”

After angrily stuffing the couch seatings back where they had come from, Black walked over to Mutt’s resting spot and abrasively shoved his legs off the armrest.

“GET UP!” He snapped harshly, tearing the blanket off Mutt and already starting to fold it.

Mutt sat up, stretching his arms and back before handing over his pillow with far more speed and efficiency than Y/n found to be believable for some who ‘just’ woke up.

Ignoring that, Y/n put on her backpack over her pyjamas and attempted to get close to Black, following him from side to side of the couch as he went about putting everything back to how it had been before last night.

“I don’t get it! It’s obvious you wanted to go for a run, yet you said no?? Is it a pride thing; is that why you’re here? Is it to prove some sort of point to someone?”

Black threw the last blanket on the pile of pillows in the far, out of the way corner, before wheeling on her, “YES, OF COURSE IT’S A PRIDE THING!!” he posed, “WHAT SELF-RESPECTING MONSTER WOULDN’T BE CAUGHT DEAD IN THEIR COMPANY?!”

“Then why did you look so regretful?!”

“I DID NOT-!”

“Lie to yourself if you want, but I know what I saw!” she folded her arms, staring up as he glared down at her, “Why are you even here?? What’s the point of being here at all if you’re going to do is push people away?? Did you want to be hated by everyone here, is that it?!?”

Black let her finish her speech, his eyes getting darker every second. When she was done, his face was a combination of rage and pain, and it looked like he was on the brink of tears. She never discovered if that was true or not, because the next thing he did was grab his bag and run down the hall, the bathroom door slamming shut behind him.

Sighing deeply, she rubbed the back of her sore neck and face, groaning in her hands, “I just don’t understand.”

Mutt chuckled bitterly somewhere off to her side, but when she looked up, hoping she could ask him questions, it was to see him lighting up another dog treat and heading for the backyard.

~*~

Climbing back to her room using the ventilation system with all of her stuff was a welcomed distraction from her thoughts, even if her wrist was still a tad sore. A long shower after a longer night with no sleep and little in way of understanding that enigma of a skeleton was equally welcomed as well, even if she sorely wished for answers.

If Black would just come out and say what it was he was looking for, what it was he got out of being here, then none of this would be an issue! If he was bored, then why come here and not explore the world or something? If he was lonely, then why did he push Papyrus and his offer away? If he was a proud person, then why come here in the first place? Surely coming here for the first time a few nights ago must have seemed like a weak thing to do; seeking out the people you’d rather see the backs of than move in with them when they left original.

‘Maybe he doesn’t know what he wants?’

That made her laugh bitterly, washing the last of the soap off her body as she started heading out to dry herself.

The ultimate irony; trying to understand someone who might not even understand themselves!

And Mutt! Who knew what his deal was, what he got out of this or even what the full extent of his and Black’s relationship was! At times it seemed more servant and master than brothers. Then there was last night’s tucking in and the moment after Black started tearing up trees. There was care there, a legit concern that seemed to align more with what she would expect to see from brothers.

At times, their relationship kind of resembled Red’s and Edge’s, but even that was a relationship she was still trying to understand.

Overall, she had so many questions and not a lot of ways to get answers.

‘I guess the best I can do is just watch for more understanding, and hope today is better than yesterday?’

She chuckled sadly as she finished putting on her backpack and headed back to the vent. It was a sad state of affairs when she was would call today a win if nothing broke.

Otherwise, it would be the third day in a row….or every day since she met Black and Mutt.

~*~

Going back downstairs, she wasn’t at all surprised to see Sans, Stretch and Red not in the kitchen, talking over cups of coffee as they waited for their brothers to return. Seeing them actually up at this hour was uncommon, but made for a welcoming change from trying to find ways to kill time as Y/n usually woke up early enough to see Papyrus, Blueberry and Edge leave for either a run or working out in the backyard.

It was this boredom that peeked her interest enough to follow the sounds of mutterings coming from the living room.

Returning, she saw that the coffee table had been moved back since she had left, with her blanket folded and placed into the pile in the far corner. Black was hunched over the table, dressed for the day as he huddled over scraps of paper, pencils and rulers close at hand.

“What are you doing?” She asked, walking out the vent and over towards him after seeing Mutt sitting on the patio chair, apparently enjoying the fresh air.

Black flinched at the sound of her voice, quickly looking over at her in surprise, “Y-Y/N??”

He had even more pronounced bags under his eyes than before, but that didn't stop him from quickly recovering.

“I’M AMAZED YOU’RE STILL AWAKE,” he grinned smugly at her as she struggled to climb up the leg of the coffee table, “I WOULD HAVE GUESSED YOU WOULD CURRENTLY BE FACE DOWN ON THE NEAREST SOFT SURFACE!”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n grinned smugly back, “And I was expecting you to be face down on the coffee table in a pool of your own drool.”

“HA!” Black leaned in closer to her, his purple eyelights flashing in challenge, “I’VE NEVER FELT MORE AWAKE!”

“For now.” She smirked back.

His smile fell and he leaned back, his expression thoughtful.

“WELL, I GUESS WE’LL SEE WHO LAST THE LONGEST TODAY, WON’T WE? OF COURSE, THIS MEANS I’LL HAVE TO KEEP AN EYE ON YOU,” he smiled smugly down at her, “YOU KNOW, SO I CAN SEE THE MOMENT YOUR PITIFUL BODY GIVES IN TO THE SLIGHT EXHAUSTION?”

Rolling her eyes and knowing this thing could go on forever, Y/n chose instead to move in closer for a look at what he was doing.

“… Hey Black, are you drawing up new house designs?”

He tore them from the table, tripping Y/n as the sheet under her foot was ripped away. Glaring at him, Y/n rubbed her sore wrist that she had impulsively used to catch her fall. Black ignored her and her glares, already rolling up and placing the scraps of paper into his backpack close by.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that!” she snapped, sitting up, “You could just have told me to keep my nose out of your business!”

“YOU SHOULDN’T BE SPYING ON WHAT PEOPLE ARE DOING IN THE FIRST PLACE!” he snapped back, hurriedly stuffing the last paper away to glare at her.

“I wasn’t ‘spying’, I was just curious! I don’t get why you’re bothering to keep it a secret; I’m going to see what the house looks like as you're building it!”

“WHO SAYS I’M EVER GOING TO INVITE YOU INSIDE!?” Black snapped.

“Weren’t you the one who said he wanted to go furniture shopping with me??”

Black gapped at her, before scowling, “TO WHICH YOU’D TOLD ME IT’D NEVER HAPPEN!”

“If you’re going to keep acting like a jerk, it’s not!” She stood up and the wall she had been keeping up that held back her absolute mystified confusion about him broke, “I really don’t get you Black, I just don’t! You don’t want me around, don’t want me looking at your plan or getting involved, fine! Then why insist on a shopping trip and get angry when I say no!? You act like you hate me, always insulting me and calling me ‘pet’, yet you get upset when I’m nice to the other people, who you also hate?? Then there was last night; why did you save me, why keep me around when I was going to bed and was about to leave you alone??”

She threw her arms open wide, “What the hell do you want??”

“NOTHING!” Black spat back, poking her in the chest with every sentence, “I DON’T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU! I DON’T WANT ANYTHING FROM ALL THESE WORTHLESS PILES OF BONES WHO LIVE HERE AND I CERTAINLY DON’T WANT OR NEED ANYTHING FROM ANYONE OR ANYTHING ELSE ON THIS STUPID PLANET!”

“everything okay in here?”

Y/n and Black turned away from glaring at each other to see Sans, Stretch and Red looking at them from the stair’s landing. While Red was glaring at Black and Stretch was looking around, curious, it was Sans who spoke up again, moving closer to her, “sounds like you two woke on the wrong side of the couch.”

“i’d say she looks pretty tired for someone who had a good night sleep,” Red scowled darkly at Black, who looked away as he folded his arms, “methinks the brat here kept her up all night.”

Mutt came in from the backyard, pocketing his smokes, “i’d say it was the pet who-“

“MUTT!” snapped Black, glaring at his brother, “BE SILENT!”

Mutt fell silent at once, falling to stand by his brother’s side, facing the others behind a mask of indifference.

Stretch smiled lazily over at him, “morning mutt. guess i missed my chance for a smoking partner.” He leaned casually on Red, who quickly shook him off, “red here still doesn’t smoke that often and really hates taking his time.”

“what’s the point of takin' half a year suckin’ one down?” he grumbled, stuff both hands into his jacket as he glowered, “just have the stupid thing and move on. light up two if ya that stressed.”

Stretch grinned over at Mutt, “see?”

Mutt merely shrugged, apparently indifferent.

Sans stood before Y/n, crouching down to her eye level on the coffee table, a wide smile on his skull, “so, how did your ‘spell’ go kiddo?”

She sighed heavily, jumping onto his offered hand as he lifted her to his shoulder, much to Black’s annoyance, “I don’t know what Papyrus expected to happen; I feel like I just made things worse, actually.”

“i’d say my brother’s confidence is well placed.” Sans said thoughtfully, turning to look at Black and Mutt. Still, he shrugged as he asked, “our bros will be back soon, either of you want a cup of coffee or something while we wait for breakfast?”

“WHY WOULD I WAIT FOR THOSE IDIOTS TO SHOW UP WHEN I AM HERE AND I AM THE GREATEST CHIEF I KNOW??” Black asked, standing pridefully.

“Because it’s not your turn.” Y/n insisted as Stretch and Red moved to get the coffee brewed.

“IT’LL NEVER BE MY TURN!” Black cried out, stamping his foot, “WITH THE EDGE LORD COOKING BREAKFAST, THE CHILD COOKING LUNCH AND THE CREAMPUFF COOKING DINNER, WHEN IS THERE TIME FOR ME TO COOK!!” He glared at her, “WHY DO I NEED TO ASK YOU PERMISSION FOR THIS ANYWAY?!?”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll count that as a strike.” She glared at him, “And you tell me why you deserve a chance to cook when you haven't even had one meal in this house that someone else cooked?”

“YOU KEEP MAKING UP RULES!” Black cried, strolling forward, “I CAN’T COOK BECAUSE IT’S NOT MY TURN. I CAN’T COOK BECAUSE I REFUSE TO EAT GARBAGE! NEXT, YOU’LL BE TELLING ME THAT SINCE I MOVED IN LAST, I CAN’T COOK TILL THE END OF THE MONTH, AND THEN NOT AT ALL!”

“You want it simple? Fine.” She listed her points off on her fingers, “Only one person can cook in the kitchen at any given time, and I have to be there. You don’t get to cook if you refuse to eat other people’s meals and we rotate who’s cooking once a week so everyone gets a chance to cook every meal, which is when you’ll get a chance to cook. Oh, and for your information, these rules apply to everyone, so you can stop claim I’m picking on just you!”

Black and Y/n continued to glare at each other as Mutt stared on indifferent and Sans looked nervously between them. “all sorted out?” he asked, awkwardly.

Black barged passed him and headed into the kitchen, with Mutt following behind him. Y/n and Sans shared a look, before they both sighed.

Today was going to be just as long as yesterday.

~*~

By some miracle, Black had not gone into the kitchen to ignore everything Y/n had just said. Instead, he sat with his own cup of coffee at the dining room table, glaring into his cup as Mutt sat next to him, sipping from his, and both indifferent to the conversation happening at the other end.

For Y/n, it was nice to talk and joke with Sans, Stretch and Red again after what had to be close to half a week since they last had the opportunity. As Red pointed out to her, it had been that long since she and him last had a chance to work on the bike, and she quickly agreed to work on it with him later tonight, much to his delight and Black’s baffled confusion which quickly soured his already glum mood.

“Y/N! Y/N!!”

Blueberry calling out her name from the front yard ended the conversations as everyone turned just in time to see the front door slamming open with Blueberry running inside, waving a parcel around. Quickly, he rushed over and placed the parcel in front of her, beaming, as Papyrus and Edge soon stepped in from the front door.

“YOUR PARCEL IS FINALLY HERE Y/N!”

“Sweet!”

Already she had abanded her drink on her table and was eagerly rushing towards it. A quick check of the return address and Y/n was tearing into the parcel, all but certain she knew what this was. It was a struggle, made harder because her enthusiasm kept her from just taking her time instead of just tearing out chucks and stripes out of the parcel, but eventually…

“Ah ha!”

Happily, she crawled into the parcel, dragging out two packages containing her new bitty clothes, made for her size! Not only were they well made (unlike her own clothes, which were handmade and falling apart ever since she washed them in the clothes washer back in her house), but they were stylised, mostly comfortable and durable clothing, and with a few nice things in there for different occasions.

It-it had been a while since she had a wardrobe that required her having to think about what went with what, or had to worry about going out to outings at all, actually.

And shoes! She held up the few different pairs of shoes she had ordered in a different package, tearing it open and giggling as she quickly put on a pair of runners, stamping them on the table and marvelling how much softer her feet felt!

“Oh, I need socks!” She quickly dived back into the packaging, pulling out the last package.

“act-actually, kid, if-if you're going to get changed, maybe you should go back to your room?”

Hearing Sans’s voice distracted her from her own blush as the last package she pulled out contained her socks, bras and underwears. She was grateful that she would no longer have to use bandages to bind herself instead of regular underwear, but that didn’t stop her from hurridly pushing in the seethrough package filled with nothing but her new underwear back into the parcel.

Th-there were boys watching!!

Giggling through her blush at the immature thought, Y/n quickly stuffed all her packages back into the parcel, looking quickly up at Blueberry, “It-It’s your turn to cook breakfast, isn’t Blue?”

“IT’S THE EDGE LORD’S, REMEMBER.” Huffed a put-out Black.

Blueberry shook his head, point over at Papyrus, “ACTUALLY, IT’S PAPYRUS'S TURN.”

“SINCE WHEN?!” Black asked.

“SINCE TODAY!” Papyrus came happily over, holding his hand out for Y/n to climb on.

Y/n looked between the parcel and Papyrus as she walked onto his hand, conflicted, “Papyrus-“

He held out his hand, stopping her, before reaching over and grabbing the parcel with his other hand, before turning smoothly for the stairs, “YOU WANT TO CHANGE FIRST, THIS I UNDERSTAND. AFTER ALL, I KNOW ALL ABOUT HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO LOOK YOUR ABSOLUTE BEST, AND JUST HOW IMPORTANT CLOTHES ARE AT BOOSTING AN ALREADY AMAZING PERSON FURTHER!”

“I won’t be long,” she looked over at the parcel, quickly thinking of what she wanted to wear, “I'll just wear something simple and come right down. Shouldn’t take longer than two or three minutes, tops.”

“NONSENSE! I KNOW HOW LONG YOU’VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS AND I WILL NOT HAVE YOU JUST SLAPPING ON ANY RANDOM CLOTHES! IT’S IMPORTANT TO LOOK AND FEEL GOOD, LIKE I DO ALL THE TIME!” He grinned over at Blueberry and Edge, who were both nodding in agreement, “WE’LL HAVE TOAST AND CEREAL TODAY, I THINK. CAN I ASK YOU TWO TO HELP ORGANISE THAT WHILE I TAKE Y/N UPSTAIRS?”

Blueberry looked crushed while Edge narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Papyrus, but both nodded and moved into the kitchen, already arguing who was going to do what. Sighing, Stretch stood up with his cup of coffee and followed them.

Before Stretch had made it into the kitchen, however, Y/n ran up Papyrus’s arm and threw herself to the side of his skull, hugging and nuzzling him even as he started blushing.

“Thank you Papyrus! You really are the greatest!”

While Papyrus laughed his “NYEH HEH HE!” through his blush, Red leaned in towards Sans, shocked, “since when has papyrus been a such a smooth operator??”

Sans could only grin smugly at Red with an all-knowing smile.

~*~

Half an hour later, Papyrus came back downstairs, covering Y/n between his gloved hands.

She still felt silly and really awkward in her new clothes, but Papyrus had instead she looked ‘CUTER THAN ANY BUTTON’, which had not helped her blush or feeling any less awkward. She hadn’t wanted to make a big deal out of this; she was just changing clothes, why make that into a big deal? But Papyrus had insisted, and after he had given her his puppy dog eyes and he praised and reassured her she was absolutely stunning in her new clothes, she had agreed to let him do whatever he wanted, if he would please stop complimenting her!

With his cry of “NEVER!”, Papyrus had carried her downstairs, and was now clearing his voice, getting everyone’s attention.

“EVERYONE! I PRESENT YOU Y/N, AND HER NEW CLOTHES!”

Papyrus took his hand away, obviously expecting her to stand up and twirl or something, but she remained sitting, and it was only when Papyrus poked her a few time she turned around, rubbing her arm shyly as she blushed. She couldn’t even look up, so instead she toyed with the groves on Papyrus’s gloves.

She didn’t get why this was such a big deal; she was wearing what she basically wore before she became a bitty. For her personally, having these clothes and shoes again made her feel a bit like she had before her whole world shrank and the only clothing she had weren’t tailored for a human figure, which meant almost everything she wore looked like a box on her. It had felt nice going through her new clothing, actually um-ing and ar-ing as she thought about what she wanted to wear, and she’d be lying if having proper clothes made her feel more….civilised and less apocalyptic.

When no one said anything and when it felt like forever, she looked up before looking quickly back down.

The whole room was filled with glowing, blushing skeletal cheekbones, many of whom had their mouths open, staring at her.

She was about two seconds from jumping off and heading for a vent or something when Blueberry cried out, “WOWIE! YOU LOOK REALLY, REALLY PRETTY Y/N!”

Y/n hide her blushing face in one hand.

“NO! DON’T HIDE Y/N!” Papyrus was stroking her back, his voice a lot closer now, “YOU LOOK REALLY NICE IN YOUR OUTFIT!”

“you’re cuter than any button.” Stretch said with a soft smile in his voice.

“Papyrus already beat you to that one!” she cried out, embarrassed.

He snickered, “can’t help it if we both have great taste, honey.”

“i still say you looked better in your bikini, baby doll,” Red’s voice turned away as he mumbled, “but then, you look great in anythin'.”

“what was that red?” Sans asked, a teasing note in his voice.

“shut your face hole, that’s what!”

Sans snickered, before adding, “you do look really good in your outfit y/n, and it does suit you.”

“Was that a pun?” Papyrus asked, distrusting suspicion in his voice.

“just saying how much happier y/n looks paps, which is always a good look for anyone…..but i’d be lying if i didn’t admit that the blush might suit her just a bit better.”

“nothing to add edge?” Stretch asked as Y/n blushed harder.

“N-NO!”

“then why are you blushing?”

Y/n looked quickly up to see Edge diving behind a newspaper at the end of the table, the barest hint of two red glows bleeding through the paper.

“Are-are you blushing??” she asked in disbelief.

Edge moved the newspaper even higher, “NO! YOU’RE BLUSHING!”

“I am not!” she blushed, hiding her face in denial.

“YOU’RE BOTH BLUSHING LIKE IDIOTS!” Black stood up, glaring around the table, “ALL OF YOU ARE BLUSHING LIKE IDIOTS! AND OVER WHAT; THE PET IN HER NEW OUTFIT?? SO WHAT?!”

“BUT BLACK,” Blueberry began to point out, “YOU’RE BLUSHING-“

Black summoned, rushed forward and pointed the end of his sharp bone weapon at Blueberry’s neck, “TELL MORE LIES ABOUT ME AND IT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU EVER DO!”

Before any of the skeletons could decide what they were going to do, Y/n lept for the table, lading on the bone weapon and forcing it down before pushing it off to the side. Angrily, she glared up at Black, “Strike two! Housemates are not allowed to threaten violence against each other, ever!”

Black glared at her, before his eyes looked her up and down. A slight purple glow lit up his cheeks, causing him to sit back quickly, pouting as he looked hurriedly away.

Sighing, she turned to Blueberry, “You okay Blueberry?”

Blueberry had literal stars in his eyes, and it took her a while of waving her hand backwards and forwards in front of him before he cried out, “YOU DID THAT FOR ME??”

“Of course,-”

She didn’t get a chance to finish that sentence before Blueberry had picked her up and was smooshing her to the side of his cheek, nuzzling her.

“Blue!” she playfully scolded.

“OH! SORRY!” he brought her away from his cheek to raise her to his star eye lights, “IT’S JUST HEARING THAT YOU CARE ABOUT ME THAT MUCH REALLY, REALLY MAKES ME HAPPY!”

“Of course I care about you!” she laughed, standing up in his hand and patting his cheek, “I wasn’t about to let you get skewered without a fight.”

“OH, I WAS FINE! BLACK’S NEVER HURT ME BEFORE!” Blueberry beamed, grinning over at Black, “RIGHT BLACK?”

“THERE’S ALWAYS A FIRST, CHILD!” Black snapped, staring determinedly away.

“SEE?”

“Yeah, well, I still think that should be a house rule. Really didn’t think I needed to say ‘No violence or threats of violence against each other’, but here we are.”

“WHAT ABOUT DUELS?” Edge asked, putting down his newspaper to serve himself toast.

“As long as it’s not to the death and someone is referencing, I guess that’s the exception to the rule.”

While Edge nodded thoughtfully with Papyrus and Blueberry looking eagerly at each other, Black spoke up “WHAT HAPPENS IF SOMEONE OTHER THAN ME BREAKS ALL THESE RULES YOUR FORCING ON US?” He glared at her, “OR IS THERE SOME DOUBLE STANDARD YOU’LL INSIST ISN’T THE CASE?”

Walking over to her table for breakfast, Y/n replied, “You know, I’ve only insisted on these rules since you’ve been here. There hasn’t been a need to just state outright, ‘threatening each other isn’t allowed.’”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE Y/N.” Papyrus said, pouring himself some cereal, “REMEMBER WHEN EDGE WAS TRYING TO KILL YOU? A RULE LIKE THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN REALLY HANDY BACK THEN!”

Black looked over at an indifferent Edge in surprise, “THE EDGE LORD TRIED AND FAILED AT KILLING YOU?”

“Well, it wasn’t exactly under the most friendly of circumstances that everyone moved in,” Y/n admitted reluctantly as Edge glared at Black, “And I doubt that if I started making rules like that they would have been followed. Besides, back then, I was trying to get you all out, not establishing rules so that we could live together peacefully.”

Black looked directly at her, disbelieving “AND YOU STILL INSIST THAT YOU’RE FRIENDS WITH THE SKELETON THAT TRIED TO KILL YOU??”

“I am now.” She nodded.

“HOW IS THAT NOT A DOUBLE STANDARD??” Black quickly stood up, gesturing at her, “I’VE NEVER TRIED KILLING YOU! NOT ONCE!”

“What do you call the thing that happened on the first night?” she asked, standing up too, “The thing with the dog-skull creature and the fall?”

“I WASN’T TRYING TO KILL YOU! I WAS JUST TRYING TO CAPTURE YOU!”

“Oh.” She let her hand pointing at him fall.

Yeah, okay, now that she thought back on it, if he wanted to kill her, she already knew the dog-skull things could fire death-lasers and she didn’t like her chances of surviving such a blast. That wasn’t to say that if he had managed to get her she would have survived long in his grasp, but it was also possible he wouldn’t have done anything.

It was all conjecture at this point anyway, and not really helpful to wonder what might have happened.

Black wasn’t finished yet, as he sat back down and pouted bitterly, “HOW IS HE YOUR FRIEND YET I’M NOT??”

“Did-did you want to be my friend?” she asked in disbelief, a hand pointing to herself.

Black and Y/n started at each other, each gobsmacked, before Black picked up his bit of toast, hastily stuffed it into his mouth, and carried his own empty plate and cup into the kitchen. After the sound of rushed washing and scrubbing, Black made a beeline for the living room, his head down.

While everyone else looked around at each other in confusion, Mutt merely ate on, quietly sipping from his cup.

~*~

Breakfast ended on a confusing note, but it was an improvement on yesterday, so Y/n was inclined to count that as a win. Black and Mutt had claimed the living room as their private room, and Black was quick to snap at anyone (mainly Papyrus, Blueberry and Y/n herself) who entered it. From what she could tell, he was working on his house plans again, and if he was in there, he wasn’t trying to pick fights with anyone else, so she was inclined to encourage everyone else away.

Although, she hadn’t needed bother; between washing up after breakfast and Stretch announcing that the paints ordered yesterday to repaint the walls after they were plastered yesterday was ready for pick up, everyone was busy.

She did find it funny that she had just changed clothes but soon would be back out of them if she didn’t want paint on her new ones not an hour later. Of course, she had insisted she be allowed to help and refused to take no for an answer, so it was, when Red and Stretch came back carrying paint buckets and brushes, the smallest one went to her.

It was still comically too large for her to use it as a paintbrush and was closer to a broom for her, but separating the metal paint brush head from its wooden pole, and Y/n found she had a rather handy paintbrush glove.

What became apparent, after the first coat over the patched plaster spots in odd intervals around the walls, was the Stretch and Red hadn’t taken into consideration that paints normally dried into a darker shade. Now, instead of having random sections of white, they had random sections of dark splotches. The decision to just repaint the walls was made, and now she and her friends were spaced around the room and outside, painting the walls

“IF YOU IDIOTS HAD TAKEN JUST A FEW SECONDS TO THINK ABOUT THIS PROPERLY, WE WOULD BE DONE RIGHT NOW!” growled Edge, painting the highest part of the wall next to Papyrus.

“Come on Edge,” Y/n grinned, running along the base of the wall as she tried not painting the wall’s guard, “I don’t know about you, but I’m actually having fun, believe it or not.”

“I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE NOT!” He glared down at her, watching her run past his oldest, most worn out boots, “ALTHOUGH, PERHAPS YOU ARE. AFTER ALL, IT’S EASY TO HAVE FUN WHEN YOU’RE JUST RUNNING AROUND!”

She glared up at his smug smile, subtly taking off her glove paint brush and painting her hand behind her back.

“You wanna try saying that that down here Edge?”

He looked taken aback, but then he was quickly stooping, shoving his face in hers, “I SAID-“

“Boop!” she giggled, high-fiving his forehead with her painted hand.

Edge quickly pulled his head back, gaping at her, “D-DID YOU JUST SLAP MY FOREHEAD??”

“I high fived you.” she corrected, trying not to giggle that he hadn’t noticed the paint yet.

Still, it was very hard not to smile, what with a perfect bitty handprint right between his narrowed eyes.

Hoping to distract and rather enjoying herself and the challenge of seeing just how many skeletons she could tag now, she painted her hand behind her back again and called out, “Hey Papyrus? High five?”

Papyrus quickly placed his brush into the paint bucket, before crouching down and holding his hand out, hopefully. Grinning, she ran over to it, jumping high to smack his p