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It.. It is a cold falls day.. Well night. A snow storm blew in and I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached my breaking point. This world.. I just. I can’t take it anymore. I was not built to live a life such as this. A world like this. It’s too much, I’m in too much pain.
So when my body hits the ground, a sicking crack, noises all around me almost as if I’m underwater, pain filling my entire nervous system as it shuts down. Why? I can’t help but think. Why did I do this to myself? Then. I receive my answer as things slowly go black.
Because
this
is
mercy.
Who is that? Where am I? Who is calling my name? I don’t even think I should be awake, let alone alive. I can feel my body. It isn’t dying around me anymore, nor is it in pain… no. Yes. Wait? It… What.. What is that? Who is touching me? Why is my body being caressed in such a way, I don’t have a lover… Right?
Slowly I open my eyes “There you are… thought we lost you there” the male with a shaggy beard slowly comes into view.
“What’s going on?” I.. speak?
Not rasp. No grading. My voice sounds… Normal?
The man and a few others laugh at my question… Why am I cold?
“Only the sickest party! We you fell asleep for a moment there” no… No I don’t want to be at a party. I want to go home. I’m dead right? No. Is there parties when dead?
“I want to go home” I pull myself up, eyes fuzzing..
My head sways, nothing feels right. Everything feels weird and gross and sticky. My legs feel wet. Why are they wet? I want to go home, who are these people. I’m scared, my body doesn’t feel right.
With a whine of my name, that I ignore in favor of nursing my swaying uncooperative body “where is my phone?”
More whines of my name, grumbles, and grunts, before my phone is finally in my hands. I stand, unsteady, swaying like a sapling in a storm. I move as much and as slow- no quickly- shit that’s the floor!
My head spins after connecting swiftly to the ground before I try again. And again. And again. It’s repetitive, I can’t even track how many times I try, fall, or succeed in getting up. Intellect, or… shit what’s it called? I don’t know but it isn’t working either.
Finally, I’m outside and my hand won’t stop shaking.. Why is it shaking? I look at it just as my feet quit working again and I take a tumble down…. What?… My legs hurt.. Why am I cold? Why are my legs wet? Why is my hand shaking? Looking at my hand, I see my phone screen lit up with a very fuzzy picture of… something bright and dark?
Shaking it and violently smacking the screen to make it stop making my hand feel funny “Where Are You?! Your Location Is Off.”
I shake my head “I don’t know… I don’t know! I want to go home, everything is wrong. I feel wrong. It’s scary.”
My weeping silences the voice for a fraction of a second before a replacement curse is let out “Well What Do You See?-”
“- NOTHING! I can’t! My eyes aren’t working properly and neither is my body!” The voice grumbles again, then ends the call after telling me to…. What did they tell me?
Who cares. I need to go home…
~~~
Slowly, very slowly I open my eyes only to be met with.. a very bright, very pink room. The blanket is very thick, heavy, and white. On the nightstand sits my phone, in a different case than it should be. I don’t exactly remember doing that, but I grab it anyways and check the time. A vanity sits across from the bed, and I can see myself laying in bed.
Quickly I turn away. Refusing look at myself.. When I try to recall what happened, and how I got here. I come up empty aside for the sweet fall air as the side walk came closer.
Sitting up a pounding makes its way into my head, pushing the comforter away, it uncovers my body, which is… different.. like my dream body. I shake my head at the thought. What I’m wearing is no better than nothing at all, it’s the smallest thing of lingerie. Pink, itchy lace, a thong as bottoms, and a ‘top’ that is only ‘covering’ the front of me, wrapping slightly to the back of my body like an apron. I would flush, I’m more itchy and uncomfortable than anything else.
Shakily I sway as I get to my feet and move to the door, phone in hand. The pounding in my skull feels nothing like the fall, but it hurts non the less. Slowly stepping out despite the harsh thumping in my head, a light gasp makes the others presence known. Turning… It’s… a.. skeleton? A skeleton with a very very bright light blue face.
They seem to try to find words, before shaking their head and scurrying off down the hall. That must be the way.. I look the opposite direction and am greeted with a very… Wall. It’s a wall.
Yeah.. Yep. Okay. So the other way is the way.. I followed the path, only to be met with a fork in the road.. Not literally, but I can keep going straight or turn right.. I turn right, why not?
I seriously need to find someone and ask for a change of clothes… I’m sorry.. A skeleton?! Before I can spiral though, a loud throat clearing behind me, makes me jump. I turn to see.. Another Skeleton?
“Now.. Young Lady. As Much As I Do Enjoy This Sight.. I Don’t Think Some Of The Others Would-”
“Apologies.. I uh.. Do you have anything for me to change into?” He raises a brow some how at my question before chuckling and walking past me.
Quickly I follow behind him. We walk to, I’m assuming his room as the door next to his opens and yet another skeleton comes out. This one in a deep purple, and looks less than pleased at the sight of us.
“What Exactly Are You Two Doing So Early?” He sighs.
The one in front of me, continues forward, opening his door before responding to the other with a hum “The Young Lady Wants To Borrow Some Clothing From Me Vi.”
Vi as this one called him rolls his eyes and walks down the hall. The one in front of me chuckles to himself before letting me in and surfing through his clothing for a second, then hands it to me and stands staring a me.
“… Oh.. uh thank you.. Where um.. is the bathroom?” His eye twitches, I think in confusion.
“You Can Change Here” I shift as he doesn’t look away and I can’t help but start to feel very uncomfortable.
“You.. are going to watch?” He doesn’t seem as amused anymore, but turns around anyways, and I move as quickly as I can to get dressed and out of this very unsettling situation.
With clothing and phone settled, he turns around after my cue and we go out. I don’t feel an ache in my body, so I don’t think something.. Happened. Not to mention I was in a woman’s room and this house seems to be full of skeletons for some reason- Not that a woman couldn’t- right yep okay. I’m gonna shut up now.
The house feels like a maze, but seems to be fairly simple. Simply and quickly, we end up in the dining room… Full of skeletons, okay almost full, there is like seven skeletons, all seeming less than pleased, especially a few of them seeming definitely unhappy about it. My only guess being that I’m human? I.. don’t really know, but I’ll be going back home soon. Clean up these clothes, and the lingerie I stuffed in the pocket, return them, then I’ll be out of these guys lives.
After the guy who lead me here sits down, I move to take the seat next to the new type of skeleton in this house, this one is black and honey yellow with gold- I think that’s supposed to be braces on his fangs. He jumps slightly and seems a little nervous, but doesn’t say anything despite.
Not a second after I sit down, a plate of blueberry pancakes is sat in front of me… My least favorite pancakes at that.
I stare at it for a second “Do.. Did You Not Want Pancakes For Breakfast?” A second too long it seems, I startle.
“No- No this is okay! Thank you!” The tall skeleton doesn’t seem to believe my answer.
“I Can Make You Something Else-” I take a big bite, hoping to not worry him too much.
I mean, yeah it is my least favorite pancake, I would much rather something else, but I’m not going to waste it. Especially after he was kind enough to make me something at all. Thankfully, he leaves it be and goes to take a seat. Noticing slightly that nobody else was eating just yet, I stop. Do they..? Do they say praise before eating? But, the tall one who gave me breakfast sits down and starts eating as well, the others now following.
~~~
A very worrying breakfast almost over with, three of the seven skeletons, the one who served me breakfast, got me a change of clothes, and the last one in a deep purple all got up and left the house as they finished, placing their empty plate in the dishwasher as they went. A mumbled goodbye to the house before the door shut. The other four seemed a bit slower, well more than a bit. I learned a few of their names, the one next to me Coffee, and the tall one in purple Money. The other two I’m not sure of, and actually I don’t think it matters much.
Finishing breakfast I get up, place my plate into the dishwasher and head to the door.
“Honey?” I take a glance at the table and see the one in the bright orange hoodie looking at me.
“..Yes?” I ask confused.
“Are you going out for the day?” The question in itself seems to be a test, what kinda test, I have no fucking clue.
“Yeah…” he looked slightly dejected, but hummed and nodded at my reply.
Before it could drag out any longer, I quickly throw on the sneakers that look and fit like mine and left. Tapping my phone a bit trying to figure out where and how the hell I call a taxi, and shaking off the odd and pitying looks the others shot the one in orange.
Making my way down their driveway, I am very stuck and extremely confused as to how I made it so far out. Far enough to be in a house in the middle of the woods. My location in the maps app doesn’t help much either. I’m still in the middle of nowhere and my service keeps bugging out. Sighing, I realize I have to make a call I really don’t want to and hoping that if I ask her to drop me off at the grocery store she wouldn’t mind.
“Hey mom.. Sorry, is it alright if I ask you to come pick me up? I need to go to the store” the line is silent for a second before a rough sigh comes through.
“Young Lady. You Know I Have To Work Today…” it’s the man from earlier- “Yes. I Can Come Back. But You Have To Be Ready And Out The Door.”
Talk about over stimulating “S-Sorry! I uh I am.. I’m outside. Sorry I- I didn’t-”
“-It’s Alright. I’ll Be There In A Second.”
Ah shit.
No later than five minutes and his pulling back into the driveway, and very quickly I jump in and buckle up.
“I’m sorry..” He hums and we being the drive.
It’s silent for a bit, my body tense as all can be, face more than likely redder than a tomato.
“Are You Going To Get Stretch Something?” Who???
Noticing my silence he lets out a soft huff and hums my name sounding a little disappointed. A slow deep inhale from him “Young Lady. Please Don’t Forget To Get Him Something While You Are Out… Do You Need Some Money To Get Something?” Quickly and violently I shake my head.
I need to get home asap. I don’t know what the fuck this is about, I owe something to this person whoever they are. What would someone named Stretch even want? Are they the one who brought me here? Also how did I even get this guys number? Is his name Mom? Is he actually a she?!
Soon enough, she stops outside the… Mall….. okay.. Okay.. Uh yeah.. sure. Mall. Unbuckling, I open the door. Only to have my wrist grabbed, and a metal card pressed into my palm.
I go to refuse “Young Lady. I Notice You Forgot Your Purse, It’s Alright.”
Again, I try to refuse, but she pushes my stomach enough to force me away from the door and slams it closed. The window quickly rolls down “I Have To Go To Work. I’ll See You Later.”
Then her car is gone…
What the hell is going on? I wanna go home. Get someone something I guess? Clean and return both sets of clothing. Definitely Not Using this card.. I pop open my now pink fuzzy soft phone case and slip the card in, before closing it again.
Right. So.. How exactly do I get home from here??? Quickly pulling up the maps app, I type in my address. Which is thankfully…. An hour walk from here. Yep. Yeah. Okay.
~~~
There’s nothing. There is fuck all nothing here. My Home Is Fucking GONE. GONE! IT’S ALL RUBBLE! I walked an hour. An HOUR. Only to find out I now have no home. An Hour…. I don’t even know how I’m still here. I remember. I remember so clearly jumping. Not even jumping off the apartment roof, I fell. I fell off.
A breath in, a violent cough out. Tears flow in quick secession. My phone buzzes with an incoming call and I quickly try to collect myself before answering ‘Gross and Sticky’?? Who the fuck is that?!
“Hello? Who is this?” I try to contain my sniff.
“… Honey.. It’s me, Stretch.? Are you alright?” I nod despite the skeleton from earlier not being able to see me.
“Yeah-” I sniff “Yeah. I’m okay…” he sighs.
“Well.. Uh Honey. I.. I know you said you were going out for the day, but would you still want to go to lunch with me?” Go out to lunch with a man I don’t know?
I mean… They all seem very.. Kind, a little odd, but very kind. They let me spend the night, gave me clothes to use, fed me breakfast, took me to the store, and even handed me their card “… You know yeah. Sure.. Do you want to send me the address?-”
“- I’ll come get you” he says very quickly.
“Are.. Are you sure? I can meet you there” a hand on my shoulder makes me jump almost a foot in the air.
“Yeah. I’m sure” The one in an orange hoodie- Stretch- is somehow standing behind me.
“.. H-how did you do that?” A look crosses his face before he smiles and simply tells me magic.
~~~
From what it seems, monsters? I think that’s what they are called, not that it matters, but it seems monsters have been around for a bit. Nothing of which I remember or know of. Not to mention, outside is different. I could have sworn we were in the middle of fall, and now it seems to be winter.
The only issue I’m seeing right now.. My phones digital wallet has none of my cards, and a bunch of other peoples cards. How do I know? I don’t have an account with any of these banks.
“Is something wrong? We can go somewhere else” he seems nervous if the speed of his voice is anything to go by.
“No this is okay- No.. actually it’s not” I huff “I don’t have any of my cards. I’m sorry, we can come back later” I mumble quickly stuffing my phone in my pocket after removing the cards and going to stand.
“I can get it” his voice is quick, not sharp, just quick.
I shake my head “No it’s not. This place is expensive” wanting to grumble at how he took me to an expensive restaurant to begin with “we can just come back later.”
While I’m not entirely sure who this is. He seems to know me, I have his number- I have ‘Mom’s number as well. Not to mention apparently I already owe him something, and I don’t want to add in a twenty dollar meal for just me to that. I don’t even want to add a fifteen dollar meal to myself! My bank account it already crying, I don’t need dust bunnies coming to life and hopping out.
“I.. I thought you liked this place?” He almost whispers.
Scoffing I grab his sleeve, our waiter pausing a little bit away “absolutely not. It’s expensive, and nothing really looks good.”
It’s all salads and pasta salads, nothing of which looks remotely good. Don’t get me wrong, a good salad is amazing, but this? Over priced veggies and a sauce you could buy at the store. That’s all I see this as right now, I would not pay this to try, and I damn well am not going to have a very nervous man who looks seconds away from jittering out of his seat on accident pay for me to try either.
He seems confused at this, but sighs and follows along with a slowly forming frown. Our waiter seems to quickly get the message we are leaving and turns away to tend to one of their tables, as we now head out the door.
“Why don’t we come back out later? Get something to eat then? Again, I don’t have my wallet” I don’t even know where the hell it’s at, I would have to find it first.
With my apartment building in rubble, it seems I’ll have to figure out where I’m staying first. Then tear it apart looking for my wallet.
“Honey” he grabs my wrist and turns me to face him “I’ll pay. Lets just eat lunch.. Please?”
He so tall and extremely close, I can smell a sticky sweetness on him mixing a deep coolness, akin to sweet mint. It’s almost intoxicating enough, that I flush and just nod along with whatever it was he was saying.
Relaxing, he now looks more relieved and pulls me along. Though, we just seem to be wondering around town now and have been for about ten minutes. Him growing increasingly weary.
After a few more minutes, I finally come to and realize he asked if we could still eat somewhere and want to slap myself for not coming to sooner. Quickly, I point out a cheap fast food place near us, he seems very unsure and asked me a few times as I just started dragging him there.
It’s only when we are at the self serve screen that I remember he is a skeleton. Then shake it off, I mean he is the one who asked me to go eat lunch… To a salad and pasta place- does that mean he can’t eat- Nope. Okay. That answers that.
I stop almost spiraling as he taps a simple burger on the screen, after him, I navigate to the chicken tenders.
“You’re not going to get the salad?” I hum confused.
“No…? We were just at a salad place, plus they sell the ones with that thing I don’t like.. Can’t go wrong with nuggets and fries” I finally look at him after putting in my order.
He.. looks.. concerned. Confused. Quickly shaking it off, he pays and we go sit and wait for our food to be called. I pull out my phone to see what else is different, if at all, and it is.. Very different. My camera roll is filled with pictures of me and other skeletons. Me in.. less than PG positions, showing off my body for the camera. Not taking progress picture, almost as if I’m confident in how I look, and with the naked pictures I swiftly flush and try to scroll away from them, but I understand why I would have taking them, if I was more confident.
Kissy at the camera photos with some skeletons. Intimate photos, like kissing and cuddling that make me shutter. Not in disgust or pleasure. Just the sheer confidence it would have had to taken for that. A slow seeping feeling of dread fills my stomach as our food is called and he goes to get it.
I move to my messages, feeling like the world is slowing. Like nothing matters. Like I am forgetting something very, extremely important. But I shouldn’t be… I remember everything form yesterday. The falling, the drop, my body being crushed against the concrete. Shaking, I start looking at the top messages.
Reddy Bear. Lewed, flirty, but.. It’s only really a few months I don’t remember, right? I mean..Valentine is just around the corner… So it’s not a relationship relationship. I wouldn’t move into anything that fast right? No. Definitely not, but my confidence in myself definitely could have changed.
After ‘Reddy Bear’ there are four with profile names ‘Soon’ whatever the hell that is supposed to mean. All seem unresponsive to the flirtations from my side, aside from one who occasionally flirts back, and another who would scold me for playing favorites. Favorites for what exactly I don’t know exactly.
Sex, or flirtations? Maybe? I think this is the most logical. While also being just as equally illogical. I know myself to know I’m very self-conscious and very anxious. I wouldn’t just switch up and start having sex and flirting. It takes me a lot more time than a simple month to start doing anything of the sort. Let alone getting into a relationship.
Though if I really- really connect with someone, I wouldn’t put it past myself to jokingly do those sorts of things, and non of the nude, flirty, sexy photos of myself had been sent to the top four. So it’s safe to assume that I was just very, very flirty with them.
“Honey?” I startle as the chicken tenders are placed in front of me.
Stretch moves and sits down across from me with his burger, fries, and… multiple packets of honey?
“Y-yeah?” Quickly I lock my phone and put it under my leg.
He’s got that confused, concerned look on his face again “Are you alright?”
I shake my head “Yeah- no.. Kinda. Not really?… It’s kinda hard to explain and make sense.”
Looking from eye to eye, he either finds what he was looking for, or didn’t. As he decides to just start eating. Which.. Well I would say is fascinating watching a skeleton eat and it not drop straight through them, but… I don’t really understand the logic of it, just that it’s working, most definitely not any of my business, and like earlier when I asked how exactly he got behind me so quickly. He will probably just say magic again.
“Hey..” He breaks the calm silence between us “Is it about the fight with Wolf last night?”
I shake my head. I don’t know a ‘wolf’ and didn’t know there was a fight, so definitely not the issue I’m having. I mean unless he caused this issue I’m currently facing. Amnesia. That’s definitely what it seems to be.
“Are you sure?- We all talked about it this morning, and he-”
“- No.. No Stretch..” I question the name on my tongue, but he doesn’t correct me in the second I pause “it has nothing to do with that… I’m not exactly okay, but it has nothing to do with.. Wolf.”
The tension slowly leaves his shoulders “I see.. Okay, I um. I know it’s not exactly something you enjoy… but I figured I would ask anyways” he take in a breath and pulls out his phone, fiddling with it for a second before turning it to me “would you want to watch this with us?- I know it’s not something you woul-”
“Definitely. When are we going to watch it?” Who told him I don’t like this? I’ve been excited for months- MONTHS to watch this movie!
“W-we… we were going to watch it this evening at home… in the.. living room” I hum at his surprise.
Slowly, but not too slowly, we finish off lunch and head back to his place. The three others from breakfast sat relaxed in the living room. The one in purple typing on his computer, mid joke as we walked in. Gold fangs tossed something at him from his laid down taking up most of the couch, head on the arm rest, and legs thrown over the back. The one I sat by this morning was fiddling with his hand held game console.
“There you are” a new voice follows the figure rushing from the kitchen to me and Stretch.
Stretch heads over to the couch, throwing the one with gold fangs feet back over it and stepping over the couch to drop in that exact spot. I turn my attention back to the one in a blue and white jacket, as he looks me up and down with a now tighter than before smile.
“Our other cousins, G, Aster, Guns, and Ace…” it takes me a moment before I realize he is waiting for my response, I give him a simple nod and hum “.. I- .. They are coming over for a good bit.. Something about their house needing repairs.” He takes another pause, seemingly waiting for my response again..
I nod and hum… Then realize what he said “I.. uh.. why exactly are you telling me this.”
He, still.. sweating?? Straightens and now looks confused, and the ones in the living room seem to now be paying attention as well.
“W-well. We don’t exactly have room for them..” Well shit.. Neither do I. I don’t even think there is room for me in that rubble “.. So.. they have to stay in your room..”
… My… Room…?
“I know it would be a little cramped with four people and all… I uh.. thought you would be excited about them staying over.. For a undisclosed amount of time..” I blink.
My room? I have a room here? Is this where I have been staying? How long ago did my building come down? I know it was a little worse for wears, but I didn’t think it was crumble to ash unstable.
“Uh.. no that’s fine.. I guess” He blinks..
Blinks? Skeletons can blin- Not the point. Is it that room I woke up in. Is that my room? Or is it someone elses? Wait- no it would have to be my room wouldn’t it? I mean I woke up practically naked, the only other woman here seem to be mom, and her room was somewhere else.
“It’s… fine?” I nod.
“Yeah. That’s alright.” I’ll definitely be sleeping on the couch if his cousins are male, so yep. Fine indeed.
He, looks confused but nods as well and quickly walks over to the group, as I very excitedly and confused kick off my shoes next to the door and take off down the hallway. Obviously I would be excited! That means some of my stuff probably survived that crash, and if not that means I’m staying with friends for a bit.
It’s very obvious I have some sort of amnesia. I don’t remember my apartment crumbling, it’s a few months later, and I don’t know any of these guys or how exactly monsters came to be or exist. So, I’ll need to kick it out to a doctor and get checked. Thankfully, it’s only a few months later, and not years.
With that, I’m not sure how I would explain to a doctor without getting tossed into the loony house that the last thing I remember is killing myself. That I remember the way I felt as I fell. I remember every bone in my body crunching.
Finding the room I left this morning. I look around it… It’s so pink.. white.. Full and empty. Stuffed to the brim with random shit. So.. So much noise, yet so fucking basic. This room doesn’t feel or look lived in. It looks like something someone would make for a guest then posted it on line like - look at my room!
Though. It most likely is just a guest room, the vanity looks basic and bare. Like much else of the room. The only part that looks lively is the roughed up sheets I tossed around this morning and didn’t fix.
Moving to the closet and toss the door open, bare feet softly ruffling in the very fluffy bleach white rug. I toss it open... Dresses.. Dresses.. My smile slowly drops.. All vearing colors, all stopping mid thigh or higher. Most of them stop just below my bottom. There is one or two longer.. but it’s just… Dresses…. Very.. Very Skimpy dresses. No matter how many time I flick or flip any of the hangers. Dresses, upon dresses, fit for raves or slutty parties.
Moving to the dresser, I throw open drawer after drawer only to be met with lingerie, lingerie after lingerie. I start taking them by the hand fulls and tossing them onto the ground. Hoping. Begging to find something. Something ANYTHING!
“Wow.. You.. uh. You okay Sugar?” Turning my head I see the guy in purple.
Quickly I shake my head and he comes over to cup my cheeks “I can’t find anything.”
He looks into my eyes with his one, his smily smirk falling quickly “Sugar.. Surely you can wear something from here.”
I shake my head, tears starting to fall, curling around his fingers “No- No it’s too… It’s all.. It..” I take a deep shaky breath “it’s all too reveling- I can’t wear that” my voice comes out just above a whisper.
His brow frows, and he looks from one eye to the other. Slowly he removes his warm comforting hands and to ‘my’ bed. Crouching down, he pulls out a small bag, and looks at me as he opens it.
Thin low leggings, thin crop top, and a non lacy, non sexy black plaid bra and underwear. I relax sighing. It’s not much, and with my confidence levels, the leggings and crop top are okay. I would love a hoodie or something to go to the store, but around the house is okay. Yeah.. That’s.. that’s okay.
“Sugar?” I look at him, still crouched down as I take the small pouch.
“Are you feeling alright?” Quickly I shake my head.
“No. No I don’t feel alright. I woke up and I feel like everything is fuzzy and I’m confused” he presses down on his legs to stand.
“Yeah.. Alcohol will do that to ya” he hums and silently leave the room for me to change.
After doing so I open the door, surprised to see him still here “so… It wasn’t your date with Stretch?”
Date? That wasn’t a date, we just went to have lunch “No?” I shake my head and start the path I remember lead back to the dining room.
“Your fight with Wolf?” I huff, so I was the one to fight with ‘wolf’.
“No.” It comes out far harsher than I intended it to.
“Sugar… You know.. He said he would apologize-”
“Please drop it. This is the second time someone has brought it up, and I don’t remember much of anything from yesterday or even the fight or what it was about” it’s true, but also a lie.
I don’t remember anything from yesterday, because my yesterday was a few months ago, and I am most certain that I killed myself.
Hearing his footsteps stop, I pause and look back at him. His brows frowed “You know sugar.. You don’t need to lie to me. Right?”
I shake my head “I’m not. I don’t remember any fight, how it started, or what it was about.”
He blinks, then starts walking again “Alright Sugar, I believe you.” Humming, I’m now following him back to the living room.
The three on the couch look at us, Stretch and the one who sat by me this morning look a little nervous at the sight of us, while the one with gold teeth scoffs. “Yeah yeah. I get it princess. I’m sorry, alright-” I blink, that’s wolf? Is it cause of the fangs? No.. two fangs are vampires right? Out of the two of wolf and the guy in purple, the one in purple would be closer. He’s only got two fangs, with the rest of his teeth flat, and Wolf has all sharp teeth.
The purple one continues froward“- Actually. Sugar here doesn’t remember the fight at all... Speaking of Sugar” he turns to me now walking backwards “are you going to be making dinner since our cousins are coming today?”
“- I.. I mean I can.. Are they picky?” He doesn’t even pause to answer just flops over the couch with stiff limbs.
“Nope!” I internally giggle at how funny he looked.
“I can use anything in the kitchen?” This causes all of them to perk up for a second.
“s’ long as it’s edible” Wolf says almost stiffly.
“Cool- what time are they coming?” Wolf relaxes back, throwing his arms over the couch, and as a result behind Stretch.
“Ya got enough time ta head ta the store n cook” I hum and walk into the kitchen.
Which is only separated from the living room by a windowed wall, with no window. Meaning we can still see and talk to each other if we wanted to. Very… Homely. Dream homely where people actually speak to each other. It’s nice.
“When you go to the store, see about getting something else to wear as well. Those little dresses and strings for undergarments are all ya got”
“-Money!” The one I sat next to at breakfast jumped and shoved the one in purple for saying that.
He- Money, shouldn’t know I don’t remember them. I think I’ve been able to keep it under-wraps so far. Though, I’m thankful he mentioned that anyways. I’m not sure how exactly he knows what’s in my closet, find it a bit creepy, but it’s nice note non the less.
Surfing through the cabinets and fridge, with the time I have, which sounds like two hours, if not one… I’ll probably just make spaghetti. It’s quick. It’s simple, and extremely easy to add veggies and protein to. Issue is, there isn’t any. And I mean ANY premade sauce. So, I will actually have to go to the store.
Nodding to myself, I’m starting to get an idea of what to add to it as someone walks through the door and Money calls out “Edge, she needs to go to the store.”
Edge looks at me through the window non window, takes a second to look me over, then nods “Give Me One Moment Pet” p-PET?!
I don’t get a chance to ask before he’s already walking past me and down a hall past the living room. He… He walks really.. really fucking fast… Then.. It clicks. My Wallet!! I have zero clue how fast he will get ready, or whatever it is. But I definitely need to get it before he is back.
Which is how a second tornado hits my room. This time with zero help on finding my lost items. I check it, almost sagging with relief as I see my bank cards in them. I’ll check my accounts in the car ride. As for now? The metal card behind my phone case is burning a hole through it, so as I pass her room. I pop off the case and slide the card under the door after wrapping it in a- thank you but I don’t feel comfortable using or having ahold of your card note.
Thankfully. The store and car ride isn’t all that bad. My wallet? Toilet water. No. Worse. But at least I have enough to get what I’m needing. The extra set of clothing on the other hand is not something I can get… HOW MANY PEOPLE AM I FEEDING?!?! FUCK!
Okay okay. Keep calm.. Keep calm.
“What Is Wrong Pet” my bones almost leave my skin.
“I uhh.. how.. how many people am I feeding again?” He stares down at me for a second. Thinking? Judging?
“17 Including Yourself. Everyone Will Be Here For Dinner Tonight Because Those Four…” they don’t seem to be his favorite “Will Be Staying.”
I nod. 17. Yeah. Yeah.. 17… Oh dear… The most I’ve fead at once has been seven… So… just a little over two times that… Yep.. Totally. Okay.. I am so sorry bank account please forgive me.
“Go Ahead And Get What You Need. We Will Meet Back Up Here. I Need To Restock A Few Items For The House.” I nod and head off down the aisles, deciding to start from the back.
Frozen spinach. I can crush it up and add it in, a quick veggie and if in small enough chunks, you can’t really taste it. I saw noodles in the cabinets- a lot of noodles, and parmesan that you grate yourself in the fridge. My in ability to touch raw meat steers me away from the meat, and instead I look for alternatives to add.
I think two or three containers of tofu could do for the meat? Thankfully the packs with the least amount of water is on sale. It won’t really taste like meat, but I could.. uh.. Burn it. Nice crunch?…. Yeah okay, it will at least do for the protein aspect. There was a good amount of spices in the cabinets. Then- Oh! This thing of pre chopped mushrooms, the big container at that is on sale for five. Hmmm… Why actually? There must be a reason.
I try to turn the mushrooms around a bit. See inside the top down plastic as best I can. When that doesn’t work, I look for the expiration date. With the expiration date in two days and top mushrooms looking alright. I drop it into my basket.
Finally, my next and final stop would be the sauces. Which is when I also find Edge again. He seems very intently looking at the alfraido sauces.
I hesitate, then remember these guys are supposed to be friends “Whatcha doin’?” I hum as I get closer.
He looks at me, and from the look on his face matching the one when he got inside, the one in the car, and the one he gave me before we separated. I can only assume that he either had a really stinky day, or that it’s his neutral face.
“My… Coworkers Have Suggested This… Alfredo… I Know That I Can Make Something Better Than..” he shakes the glass bottle, almost knocking it into the shelf “This” a hiss almost similar to a snake draws out the s.
I hum “Well. If you’re going to get it. I would suggest anything cheapest. It all more or less taste the same, unless it has the off brand label stating- like four cheese” I shake my head “Like-” I grab the cheapest one off the shelf thats also in a can instead of a bottle “this one. Says Alfredo, and should more or less taste the same.”
He takes a moment to take in the information, stares at me for a moment. Then promptly puts the glass back on the shelf and takes the bottle. Checking over the ingredients. Then sighs.
“What’s wrong?” I mean yeah I know it’s not the most nutritious, it’s just a bunch of dairy products, maybe- MAYBE spices. It’s not really gonna be.
“I Would Have To Put In That Magic Elixir” I have no fucking clue what he is talking about.
“Is it expensive?” Sounds that way, Magic Elixir. Elixirs sound magical, so a magic elixir. PFF Out of the park…
“No. It’s Made By The Former King And Queen, Meaning Your Human Market Can’t Mess With The Price. It Also Means I Have To Go Get Another Bottle.” He looks at my basket and raises a brow “Are You Almost Done?” I quickly nod.
“I just plan to get sauce and then I’ll be ready” looking in front of us, then sighs.
“You Know Pet. Me, Or Papyrus… Even…” he closes his eyes, deeply inhales, and lets out a sharp huff “Blue… Could Make The Sauce. You Don’t Need To Get… This.. Junk.”
Yep. A food critic this man definitely is, and I can’t help but let out of soft giggle “I appreciate the offer, but I would like to put together dinner myself… even if 17 people is a lot to cook for… I don’t see how anyone could do it and props to who can…” my face twist into a tight and weary smile.
He.. seems.. proud or- no that’s prideful. He pats my head, rubbing my hair just slightly and walks off. I jump. I want to know what this magic elixir is! I find the brand I’m looking for with a quick gaze, the type I want, and grab three of the biggest bottles. Dropping them into my basket. Speed walk, branching on running to find him.
I can’t find him anywhere. Which is quite surprising… I mean.. HES ABOUT FUCKING 7 FOOT TALL!!! HOW THE HELL CAN I LOSE SOMEONE TALLER THAN THE FUCKING SHELFS?!
A soft huff of defeat and I make my way to the shelf check outs. I’ve got everything I need, so there isn’t a point in waiting for him to check out. I can check out, and wait for him in the agreed spot. Which is exactly what I do, wait and wait. Feeling like a lost child looking and waiting for their parent.
Finally though, he comes back. Only to stutter in his tracks, before continuing to me “You Paid.”
I blink “yeah.. I got everything I needed, so I went ahead and paid for my stuff.”
Edge stays quiet for a few second before telling me that I can wait outside, he would only be a moment, and swiftly turning and walking to self check out.
Once we have everything loaded in the car and buckle up, he pauses after turning on the car “Pet. Is This About The Fight You Had With That Mutt.”
“His name is Wolf.” I sigh “No. It’s not. I’m fine…”
He grumbles, almost branching on a growl “If It Is I-”
“Look can we please go back..” I want to say home, but it certainly doesn’t feel like it, not when all those not me clothing pops into mind “I think I might be running out of time to make dinner.”
Once we are in the driveway, parking I mumble “It’s not about Wolf okay. None of this is, I don’t even remember the fight in the first place. So please just drop it. All of you.”
Unbuckling, I take the back in hand and head inside. Noting just how many more cars there are. Inside, there is only the four in the living room. Seemingly getting ready to watc-
“Wait are you watching it now?” I move closer, a small twist of pain in my chest.
They blink “N-no.. we.. we are watching.. we are watching game- game of thrones again” the one from breakfast answers.
I feel my shoulder relax, I remember watching that. Fairly interesting, kinda bloody, some-people hate then ending, I’m neutral. It was okay, could have been better, but alright “What episode are you on now?”
“Right at the beginnin’ Sugar” Money flashes a smirky smile at me, I huff a laugh.
“Fun” moving to the kitchen, I go to get started, noticing Edge coming in right after.
“Pet.” I freeze and quickly turn to him.
He doesn’t say anything, just hands me a bag, and flashing Wolf a glare that I didn’t miss while turning to go to the kitchen. It irked me. Definitely irked me, after I specifically said it wasn’t Wolfs fault for whatever they are asking about, but since Edge didn’t say anything and just walked off, placing and leaving his bags on the table, I leave it be.
In the kitchen, I start to prepare. Getting a big pot, filling it with water, throwing it on the stove, and getting two things of spaghetti, which just so happen to also be the big packs. I set them aside, and unload the baggies. My stuff, the sauce, tofu, spinach, and mushrooms. Then the bag Edge handed me. A very medieval role-play potion bottle that states it’s the Magic Elixir. I’ll be sure to read this in a second… and…
A change of clothes. Almost a carbon copy of what I’m currently wearing. While I don’t particularly WANT to wear this, it’s also the Only thing I have that doesn’t shout- I’m confident, Look At Me! Model Body! I Just Stepped Off The Run Way!
Shaking my head, I’ll need to wash and find a way to repay Edge for the extra pair. Turning around the bottle and reading the label. I find out it just adds magic to the food, that it makes human food have nutritional value for monsters, and how to much to add to said food for it to actually work.
Once the water starts to boil, I look around for a timer. Finding none, not even on the very expensive looking oven. I grab my phone and set one on there after dropping in the noodles with a hefty amount, but not too much salt. Getting started on the rest.
I pull out two pans, throwing one on high and the other on medium. The one on high gets all of the tofu, and I crumble it with the silicone spatula… The very very beautiful spatula. I’m in love! I giggle to myself, then jump when I hear the tv shout.
Opening the pack of mushrooms next, I slowly while sifting through them, toss them into the pan. Hearing them quite literally scream at me. I don’t bother adding anything to the little sponges. I need them to cook down, and once they do, I’ll add the sauce. That way any goody goody from the mushrooms will seep into it.
SPINACH! I jump, and quickly move to the bag. Sighing in relief that they are still frozen enough to crush. Doing so, I toss the bag into the freezer to make sure they don’t thaw and get all hard to work with. Once the sauce is heating up with the mushrooms, I’ll add in the spinach and just cross my fingers hoping the tofu is done, and if so toss it in.
Should I add some spices to the tofu?… Sure. Why not. Sifting through the cabinets again, I find the spices I think would work best with it and toss it on top and mix it in.
Then.. Dinner is almost ready. I’m relieved that the biggest pan fits everything so beautifully. I don’t have to fight with the pot to get everything mixed together. That. Is when I feel it.
Hands snaking around my waist, one pushing its way up the crop top “Hey sweethea-”
“What the hell are you doing?!” My body pushes forward, slamming into the stove.
I turn around with haste, hearing the tv in the living room lower in volume. Coming hand to hot stove, and face to face with a skeleton with a single gold tooth unlike Wolf and losing his smirk.
“Normally your-” my hand snatches away from the stove, pulsing with heat.
“No! What Were You Doing?! What Do You Think You Were Doing?!”
“Fuckin shit! Sorry! Damn! You don’t gotta bite my head off” and he vanishes.
A blink and he is gone, with my hand hurting like hell. I shake it off, grabbing the mustard from the fridge and drenching my hand in it over the sink. Trying to calm my pounding heart.
“Dearest.. I Understand You Are Upset With Red.. But Don’t You Think Pouring Out His Mustard Is A Little Too Far?” The skeleton in purple who saw Mom helping me this morning comes walks towards me.
“Pour- No. I’m not pouring it out?” I look at him questioningly “I was told me that if you put it on after a burn it won’t scar.”
He hums, flicks his gaze to the living room, where I see Money nod in the corner of my eye. He takes in a breath and moves closer “Well. I Apologize For My Misunderstanding… But. Whoever Told You That Was Either Ignorant, Or Lying. It Does Not Help. What Does..” He takes my wrist, turns the nob on the sink, turns it on and brings my hand under it.
A jerk of pain, but he refuses to let my wrist go, now slightly massaging the mustard off my skin in gentle sweet brushes.
“Have You Finished Dinner?” I blink at the change and nod.
“Yep. Just mixed everything together” he nods, letting go of my hand.
“Keep It Under The Cool Water” a statement as he grabs a fork from the drawer and taste the spaghetti.
Thankfully AFTER I mixed in some of the Magic Elixir. He stands there and quickly goes rigid. My face falls and any excitement and pride I felt awaiting his response quickly drops with it.
“Is.. Is it that bad?” He turns and blinks.
“Dearest…. Are You Okay?” I start to nod as he gets closer “Are You Sure?.. If You.. If You Need Anything. Anything At All Please Say Something.. To Any Of Us.”
I blink, and my hand stutters as his come to rest on my shoulders “I- I’m fine.. Can.. can you not touch me?… Is it actually that bad?”
He takes in a breath, and shakes his head, hands dropping from my shoulders “No… No It.. It Tastes Pleasant… Dearest. If This Has Anything To Do With What Happened-”
“No! For Fucks Sake!” His face twist in displeasure from his previous worry “It Has Nothing To Do With Wolf!”
He holds up a hand, his pointer finger the only one lifted to stop me “… While I’m Not Sure The Extent To What Happened With Your Disagreement With Him.. I Meant When I Called You… When I Picked You Up At The Edge Of That Neighborhood, After Telling You To Stay Put.”
I blink, slowly shaking my head “No. I… I don’t remember any of that. Did something happen?”
He sighs “No.. Nothing You Need To Worry About Now… As For Dinner.. Dearest.. It Is Very A Pleasant Flavor, But.. I Think We Will Just Order Pizza And Salad For Tonight.”
So it’s fucking terrible. I fucked it up. All that work and I fucked up the entire thing.. My chest twist and I can feel the edges of my eyes getting watery. “Alright.. I’m sorry.”
Shaking his head, a hand makes its way onto my bicep, as the other turns off the water “Again Dearest. It Is Delicious… But I Think It Would Be Better For Just Pizza And Salad.. That Show You Like Is Coming On Tonight As Well” he checks his watch “In About Ten Minutes To Be Exact.”
Before I can reply, or question what show he is talking about. My bicep is squeezed and he very swiftly almost model elegance, moves outside and pulling out his phone to make a call.
I don’t bother tasting it. It’s shit and I know that purely from his reaction alone. I messed up the entire dinner and there is no use in even trying to deal with disposing it just yet. Thirty almost forty dollars down the drain not including the salt, spices, or noodles.
I’ll pack it up and eat it later.
Walking to the four, I round the couch. Seeing Stretch change the show to some weird chick flick. Curling up next to breakfast boy, who’s still playing on the hand held. I press my face into the couch wanting to grumble at the cheesy romance now playing. Definitely was nicer when they were playing Game Of Thrones. Despite it being the Red Wedding.
“Aww come on Sugar. I bet it’s not bad” I turn on my stomach and prop myself up to look at Money.
“He froze, kept trying to console me that it wasn’t bad, while equally saying we should eat something else” dramatically letting my weight drop, my voice is mumbled by the cushions “it’s fuckin terrible.”
“Well did you try it yourself?” I shake my head.
“What’s the point. It’s bad. He thinks it’s bad. Messed up the easiest fucking dish I could ever make” and I’m going to have to eat it anyways.
He hums “Look Sugar” lifting my head, I follow his hand pointing at the chick flick.
“Do you guys even like this?” I mumble and look over them all.
Money shrugs “It’s alright.”
“So it’s just entertaining noise-” getting excited at the prospect of changing it back, swing myself to a sitting position and make grabby hands at the remote.
He looks amused and hands it over, watching with light confusion trickling in as I put the red wedding scene back on. Then reach over the one from breakfast, who lightly flinches, to hand back the remote.
“… Don’t ya wanna watch that Darlin’” I scoff.
“Like hell. I’ll watch stuff like that when I see something actually interesting- Oh like Legally Blonde. I’ve been wanting to watch that for ages, hear its good- about a girl who…” my voice grows quieter as Catelyns voice starts to fill the room.
After her line is finished the show is paused, I look over and see it is the one next to my head “A-about?”
I blink, trying to remember for a second “Oh! About a girl who either dumps her boyfriend, or gets dumped and then decides to become a lawyer because he- her ex thought she was stupid but she actually likes being a lawyer-… Please press play… I’d like the red wedding to be over asap. Kinda sad ya know” he looks.. surprised, but presses play anyways.
The Red Wedding is in and out, by the time the front door opens. At some point the one from breakfast started petting me. I would say simply playing with my hair, but it went from playing with my hair, to scratching my head, then my arms and back.
“You All Know It’s Time For Her Show. Quit Torturing Her With This Nonsense” I look up at the new voice above me, only to be greeted by him looking back.
“Darlin’ wanted ta watch this with us m’lord” M’lord, they all have such unique names.
“She Is Just Being Nice. Change It To Her Show.” M’lord states before walking off, heels clicking as he walked. Wait is he a she, like mom?
Oh dear.. I’m doing it again.
“Honey?” I look over at Stretch, still being pet “Do you want us to change it?”
I take in a breath before pulling my phone out to check the time “Yeah. Sadly. As much as I am excited to see the Mother of Dragons Become the Breaker of Chains and Aria go on her war path. I really want to watch that movie.”
His fallen smile rises again “What movie?”
Jumping up at the new voice, I see four skeletons I haven’t seen before. Three tall as hell, and one shorter one. The shorter one looks like if that guy from earlier that told me about living here, he looks as if that guy went all gangster.
“Fire and Blood- No wait” I flick my head back, baring my neck to the new guys, in favor of looking at the upside down Stretch “Is it-” I snap my fingers “Fire and Blood is house of the dragon.. This is.. Fire and… Please help” he chuckles.
“Fire and Ash” I snap again, and flick my head back to the new comers.
Showing off my teeth in a bright smile “Fire and Ash!”
“I didn’t know you were into Avatar” the one in a crop jacket says as he starts to round the couch.
Quickly I sit up, accidentally bumping into the one behind me “Sorry” I turn and look at him, moving off his leg. “Yeah. It’s pretty cool. I can’t remember much from the first one, it’s a little fuzzy aside from a few of them being human and then not. I do remember from the second that mama is an absolute baddie. The edits of her are just mwah.”
“So I heard dinner plans fell through” I turn away from him, watching Edge come in.
“Yeah.. I. Uh.. I messed it up” he hums, sitting down right next to me.
“A shame. I was hoping to try it.. Aways soo full of love” that sounds like sarcasm.
I’ve made spaghetti for them before? I.. don’t remember.. Why is it so hard to remember my friends? The gangster looking man rounds the couch as well, taking place on this guys other side.
“So” the gangster guy starts “I heard you’re in a mood and favoring Wine today.”
“Guns” Stretch huffs sounding displeased.
Guns holds up a hand to Stretch and continues, looking at Stretch this time “Going to him. Wearing his clothing, on your anniversary. Even asking him to take her to the mall, when she is fully capable of taking herself. What exactly has she done with you today?” An-anniversary?
I pull out my phone and check the calendar. I track everything- well I track every every thing in physical calendars, aside from nightmares. But a date, or an anniversary I would put in the calendar… And there’s nothing.
Nothing from these past months. It’s like I never put anything in it at all. But that’s not right! Just the day before yesterday- before the yesterday I Remember, I put in the outing I had.
I was trying to find hope, and well I did, but after it was quickly crushed. The cat I had been looking to adopt, who was being fostered. Was ‘put down’- Killed, after getting transferred from the foster home, to the company who was supposed to hand him to me. The paperwork was signed and everything. But it’s not there. I remember adding it in! Why isn’t it here?!
Guns huffs “She didn’t even remember.”
A statement, not false. Truth. I didn’t remember. I don’t remember anything from these past few months and my calendar is all kinds of fucked up.
“Guns just drop it. She went out on a date with me, watched something I wanted to, and is excited to watch a movie in a genre she doesn’t like” Stretch tries- oh he tries to defend me.
“That wasn’t a date. That was just lunch. I really don’t know where you got I don’t like any of this- it’s some of my favorite, might give me a nightmare or cause my anxiety to spike, but I like watching this stuff” I mumble looking at him, now seeing even if it’s just a little.
Stretch. Is my boyfriend. Checking the months in between, we have been dating for about a max of four months, more than likely two or three. New couples celebrate being together for two and three months. I think it’s after a year that they stop celebrating as much.
Stretch is nervous- why did Red have his hands in my shirt? Does he just do that? Right. Okay. Red is a pervert trying to get into my pants while I date Stretch, and the reason I moved in with them for the time being, is because we are dating. I guess scenes the relationship is fairly new, that’s why we aren’t sharing a bed.
“Is- is it alright if we do something tomorrow? Like the arcade or something?” He looks, surprised?
“I have tickets to the aquarium- but I thought you were busy tomorrow?” I get up from between the two I don’t know and moving to sit next to him.
The only space available is between him and Money “.. There isn’t anything on my calendar, so as far as I’m concerned, I don’t have anything to do.”
If I had known sooner, and now that I think about it, I probably very much should have. I would have been closer to him “You actually want to go?”
I blink “if your wanting the truth, yes I do, but I don’t really like them. In the dark area, I remember my eyes getting all trippy, mostly though I think zoos and aquariums are tricks to keep animals trapped. Too many cases of mistreatment.. If it’s the Aquarium I think it is, then they do rescue and rehabilitation. I’ve worked with them a few times in the past, total sweeties who love animals” he shifts to lean back, a small smile coming.
“Meril the Octopus, he’s an Aquatic something octopus, People normally keep them as pets, and he was there because one of the workers- yeah” I do a quick dismissive hand wave because he most likely gets it “It’s a small species of octopus, shy, sweet, mischievous little things.. Meril, got the nickname dad, because he was an absolute mischievous brat who love to run around the place- I don’t know if you have every played that game octodad, but Meril would take off some of the doll clothing, put it on, and try to walk around like a small child in a suit” his smile has widened somewhere through the story of Meril.
I don’t exactly get to talk about him, and from the way he is looking at me, he has either never heard of Meril, or he has heard all about Meril on more than one occasion. Either way, I start to feel my face getting hot.
Clearing my throat I feel a small ping of pain in my temple “he.. um.. It uh.. It’s not very fun trying to chase a small Octopus running away in a suit, especially when he is small enough to slip into the vents..” I look away, catching the odd look Guns is giving me and noticing that the other two from the door, at some point moved to sit on the couch.
“I’m glad to say Meril is suit in the place and still being his upstanding self” my face twist in amusement.
A laugh doesn’t leave my mouth, but it’s clear to him I found the pun amusing, despite it definitely being a bad one “Why Is His Nickname Hoodie? Isn’t His Name Already A Nickname?”
I turn my head over the couch at the skeleton who served me breakfast “It was originally Houdini, because his a master of escape and refused to stay in the petting area for more than thirty minutes at a time… Buut, It was Abbys turn to catch him, she was cold as could be, she had just fed the dolphins and one kept splashing her. The one in charge of us told her she could get a free hoodie if she got him.. and well as she was chasing him she accidentally yelled out ‘Hoodie get back here I’m cold’ while he had chosen a the valentines hoodie to wear that day. After that she just kept calling him hoodie, and it stuck and spread to the rest of us.”
“OH MY STARS! IT’S JUST ONE BIG PUN!” I jump, smile falling immediately, pulling back, bumping into Stretch.
Freezing, I watch him get animated and stomping off. No sooner that he’s in the kitchen, Stretch bumps me with his shoulder. Startling, I swing around to look at him again.
“You alright?” I nod, relaxing again.
“Yeah. Yeah, why?” He shrugs, but his and Wolfs eye twitches slightly.
Money places his head on my shoulder. Jumping at the contact, I feel little spiders crawling up my neck and down my arm.
He points to the TV “One more?”
I look around at the others, the four new comers don’t seem particularly fussed about it, breakfast boy looks like he wants to watch another, Money and Stretch are just smiling, and Wolf looks neutral. I smile back at Money and bump him off my shoulder, moving closer to Stretch without trying to sit on him.
We don’t get far before the other new come skeleton comes back in “I Thought I Told You To Change This To Her Show.”
I can hear her heels tapping the floor “Oh Come On Black. I Was In Here When They Pressed Play And She Wants To Watch This… Show” its the light blue skeleton from this morning!
Black scoffs “Did She Say She Wanted To Watch This Trash?”
This sounds like it might get out of hand “yeah, it’s a pretty good show. We are getting closer to Danny becoming the brea-”
“I Will Handle This Dear.” He doesn’t even look at me “Did She Say She Wanted To Watch This Trash Can Of A Show Blue?” Blue is quiet and Blacks heels start tapping harder.
“DID SHE?!” Another startle and I’m pressed back into Stretch, heart pounding.
“Hey.. How about we chill out. Yeah?” The way the new one in a jacket says that doesn’t exactly sound like a question “She just said she did Black.. We are watching a movie once the food gets here.”
At this, she stops yelling and turns back to me “What Are You Wanting To Watch Dear?”
The harsh intense look in her eyes.. It. It reminds me of someone, causing me to freeze for a moment, then I snap my head to look at Stretch. Incapable of finding words.
“Fire and Ash” he states, not looking at me but obviously having felt my gaze.
Blacks eyes lose any softness they had “You Know She Doesn’t Like Stuff Like That” she turns her gaze back to me as my breath quickens “What Are You Actually Wanting To Watch Dear? We Can Watch Anything You Want.”
I feel sick. My stomach is twisting and turning. Why does he care? Why is he so.. intense? I feel the need to scream kicking up at the back of my throat.
“Young Lady.” Mom.
Head snaps to her instantly, relief pulls my shoulders down “It Sounds Like You Want To Watch This Movie. Do You?” I nod quickly, she smiles and nods back.
Turning her gaze to Black, she does the showing hand thing to say ‘see’, smile never leaving. Blacks inkling of a smile falls instantly, then she stomps away. The tremble doesn’t leave my hand, and Stretch swiftly takes it in his own, before stuffing them both in his hoodie.
“Money” she states moving closer, using the tone of ‘move’ without outright saying it.
Money, who is taking up two spots, huffs and scoots to only take the one next to me. This. Does not seem to be what she is wanting as she continues to stare at him, smile in place.
“W-Wine.. please” the one from breakfast speaks softly, before scooting next to Money.
“Coffee” she sighs, a sweet softness pulling her eyes as she stares at him, giving in. She sits in the spot Coffee was originally in.
No sooner after though does the one who tested my food call out that pizza and salad has arrived, and Money quickly gets the movies set up to play as Edge, Black, and the other one get the pizza on the coffee table. Black brings the salad straight to me, and the rest of the house starts filling into the living room.
I look at the salad, watching as a very golden color is gooed all over it. Tomatoes looking squished and sloppy. There are olives… My chest tightens, and I want to cry. Why? I don’t know. I feel gross and bratty, they were kind enough to pay for a salad for me and I don’t even want to touch it.
“Something wrong?” Money whispers in my ear as, Blue turns the light out and Mom- Wine starts the movie.
Quickly I shake my head with a tightened chest. I move, pressing my leg against Stretches, switch hands, lace my other arm through his, and lay my head on his shoulder. Much easier to do when he is slouched down. The smell of pizza squeezes my stomach, but it wasn’t for me, this was. So, I sit watching the movie. After all. If I’m really that hungry and being a brat about it, I can just go eat my fuck up of a dinner.
Feeling my chest squeeze again, I rub my face into Stretches arm. Throughout the movie, I didn’t touch the salad once, and by the time it was over a good portion of the house was asleep, and I learned everyones name. I get up and head to the kitchen, Stretch, for some reason follows.
I wonder if he would be fine with me sleeping in his room tonight. It feels weird though, I mean I don’t know him and I’ll have to act like his lover until I can figure out what’s going on with me. But… I think sleeping next to someone who is my lover, beats sleeping with my lovers cousins.
Once we are in the kitchen, in the little cubby next to the stove away from prying eyes, I ask in a whisper “Is it okay if I sleep with you tonight?”
He startles and looks at me, so much love.. so much care.. Oh.. Oh how could I have missed this? How could I forget someone looking at me oh so lovingly?
“Yeah… why- uh why do you want to?” his gaze flicks down to the salad, reminding me to put it in the fridge.
I turn away from his so sweet gaze “I.. I don’t really want to share a room with your cousins..”
I don’t even want to share a room with him, but he’s my boyfriend. Obviously I have to trust him enough. I mean a boyfriend. And I temporarily live with him. Putting away the salad, and pulling out a container of the spaghetti I made, that someone very kindly put away for me. I turn and catch his very concerned gaze.
He takes the container, removed its lid and threw it in the microwave for me, before coming closer and boxing me in. Hands placed sweetly on my hips. As I stare up into his eyes, I can’t help but feel understanding as to why I loved this man. My breath quickens slightly.
“What’s wrong Honey?” Quickly snapping out of it, I shake my head.
“I.. I need to do something before we go to the aquarium tomorrow… it- it uh.. It’s actually extremely important- I know I said I didn’t have anything, and I would love to spend the whole day at the aquarium.. but I.. I think something is wrong and I.. I need to get checked” he bends down and kisses my lips.
Oh.. oh how many times have we done this? It feels so lovely. This little tinge. Is so.. oh he’s so sweet. I feel so much, a swelling of deep love in my chest. I don’t know him, but it’s obvious he loves me and I loved him. I fault him for loving something like me.. but I understand why I loved him.
“Want me to go with you?” I want to shake my head. I want to hide whatever is to come from him.
I nod. He should know. He should know I don’t remember.
He should know there is better.
My chest tightens, we kiss again. Not long after, I eat the spaghetti, Stretch tries a bite, and I am confused as to why Vi thought it was bad. Not noticing Stretch making the same face.
Then we go to bed, him warning me before entering that his room was a bit of a mess. Which was quite the understatement. A literal tornado of socks and crumpled up paper litter the corner. Clothing is thrown about on the floor- much like remembering, my sorry state of a room that the others most definitely had walked into. I assume so, as they weren’t there after the spaghetti and I haven’t cleaned my ‘tantrum’.
Thankfully Stretches bed is made, and we climb in. Not bothering to change. I wanted to sigh with relief when the only couple thing we did was cuddle under the sheets and fall asleep. My head on his arm, he propped across the pillow. Other arm over my waist. With my own wrapped over his, and across and behind his chest, other wedged between us.