Phoenix

Chapter 2 - A hard time

Nightmare was having a hard time.

Well- he always was, with these immature little children running around and fighting over food all the time. He supposed it was best to ignore it, but right now, the main source of negativity was himself.

"GIVE IT BACK OR I'LL BREAK YOUR GLABELLA, HORROR!!!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS A GLABELLA?!"

"IT'S A BONE, LINT-"

"DON'T FREAKING CALL ME LINT- AND THAT'S SOOOOOOOO SPECIFIC, I'M DEFINITELY NOT MADE OF BONES OR ANYTHING!!!"

"Shut. Up."

They didn't shut up. Dammit. It was Nightmare's scary voice. They're getting used to it.

Horror ran away as Dust and Killer bickered, teleporting away (probably into the pantry) as Cross slid in front of the open kitchen door.

"Who. Took. My. Fucking. Chocolate?"

Killer took one look at Cross's furious face and yelled, "SCATTER," teleporting up the stairs.

Nightmare swept his eyes around the room, glaring at everything he saw, and facepalmed with a tentacle. Why did he adopt these little man-children, again?

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Sans was having a hard time.

As in, trying to get his lazy brother to have a decent awake schedule! If he had to sleep, then it shouldn't be during one of the biggest days in monsterkind's history!!! Granted, Papyrus had done much of the work leading up to it, but the CORE starting up again for the second time was surely going to be as magnificent as Sans was!

No questioning how his brother did all that at sixteen years old- he was extremely smart, and he put that to a very good use! The real question was, why was he still asleep!

"Papyrus!!! Shouldn't you be awake by now?!"

No answer.

"Papyrus! Your job needs you!!"

No answer. Again.

The last resort is upon us!

"Papyrus. I will tickle you if you don't get up this instant!"

Papyrus shot up- well, he floated up to the ceiling, defying the very physics of which he had studied for much of his life.

Sans put his hands on his nonexistent waist. "You asked for it, brother!" Sans teleported above his sibling, making them both crash onto Papyrus's mattress.

"wait wait wait wait bro- truce!" Papyrus held up a hand to his older brother.

"I haven't even tickled you yet!"

"sans- how about this! i'll get to the event- and you don't tickle me?"

Sans raised a brow-bone. "On your own time?"

"nah- i'll be right there." He fell onto the mattress and twirled away into his closet, one of monsterkind's greatest mysteries.

The short skeleton sighed. It was in only two hours! Mx. River was very nice- and Papyrus promised them that they'd both be there in time. Papyrus never made promises, so... he'll keep it! Probably. It was hard to tell with his brother, but Sans trusted him enough to know he'd keep it!

But for now, he'll wait!!! He did have patience, after all!

~~~~~

Geno was having a hard time.

Kind of. He couldn't understand why- and how he was here, in this house with two other skeletons. One was frankly very adorable. He reminded Geno of Ink, a little.

Geno felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up from the table to Dr. Gaster, holding a warm mug of golden flower tea- courtesy of the king. Dr. Gaster was holding a sheet of paper that said, 'Is it alright? The tea, I mean.'

"Y...yes. Thank you for asking." Geno fiddled with the rim of the cup, sliding his thumb over it and remembering what happened.

He had fallen on a rocky path after... something happened. He didn't know what- he saw Death for the first time (he had a strange feeling that it wouldn't be the last), but... he didn't die. Dr. Gaster found him, and took Geno inside since he noticed the other skeleton .

Dr. Gaster smiled, scribbled on the paper a little more, and showed it to Geno again.

'You know, I don't think I've ever seen a skeleton who can feel temperature differences.'

Geno's brow-bones furrowed a small amount. "Really?"

Dr. Gaster nodded as Geno looked down at his tea.

"Um- where I'm from... we can all feel the hot and cold. At least a little," he said as Gaster's eye sockets widened. "It depends on how sensitive you are- and my soul is... it's very weak."

Dr. Gaster grinned, rapidly writing a little more.

'This is

very

very

interesting.

Care to tell me more?'

Gaster doesn't know how to use commas in English, so he just skips a line wherever he sees fit instead.