Roomies (Ink Sans X Reader)

Chapter 4

   It took longer than usual to get home, what with a magical skeleton tagging along. You had to sneak the guy through allies to avoid being seen, and he'd almost been caught several times. All the meanwhile he was trying to tell you some tale about how monsters were trapped underground. It was interesting to say the least, but you wished he'd pay more attention to where he was going- he almost tripped over a rock just a moment ago. Thank god you could see your beautiful, run-down home up ahead.

   "So how'd you get up from under the mountain?" You asked Ink, gaze flickering around as the two of you walked behind the houses, through your neighbor's backyards. Your sure they wouldn't catch sight of you guys- and even if they did they were used to you and your crazy antics by now and wouldn't think much of a random skeleton. Not after the shit you've pulled.

   "Well..." He shrugged, chuckling nervously. "We'll set that story aside for now. It's a bit complicated."

   You snorted, narrowing your eyes at your house not too far up ahead as you began to quicken your pace. You couldn't wait to relish that sweet, sweet air-conditioning. "I bet- but I'll be expecting answers sooner rather than later." You muttered, pulling your hair from your face. Ink grinned, giving you a simple nod.

   "Yes, ma'am!" He answered swiftly, jogging to catch up with your pace. He straightened your tote bag on his shoulder, and you once again felt guilty for having him carry it. You reached out and carefully took it from him, hugging it close to your stomach as Ink gave you an odd look. 

   "We're almost there. I can carry it." You murmured. Ink studied you as another cool breeze washed by, and you took a deep breath as the air blew against your sweaty forehead. Your wrist was feeling a bit better, but knowing these types of sprains, it'd come back for revenge tomorrow. Hopefully you'd still be able to work. 

   Ink smiled, resting a hand on top your head. "Alright. But if you need any help with it, I'll be glad to lend a hand." He said. You blinked at him from the corner of your eye, finding the weight of his hand on your head oddly reassuring. Even so, after a couple steps you pulled away. If you allowed him to keep a hand on your head, it'd be awkward... you didn't want to go down that road. 

   "Here we are!" You exclaimed, gazing at your small house. "We'll head in through the back door," You quickly dug through your tote bag, snatching your keys from the very bottom as you jogged towards the back door, making your way up the cement patio. Ink quickly followed, his scarf fluttering out behind him as you unlocked the door.

   "Nice place," He murmured, gazing at the cracked paint on the walls of your house. You snorted, swinging the door open as you allowed the cool air-conditioning to waft over you. Your house may look like junk on the outside, but believe it when I say the inside was as cozy as you could get it. You turned around to fully face Ink, pausing.

   "So... am I supposed to invite you in...?" You inquired, shifting awkwardly on your feet. Ink blinked at you before he smiled nervously, scratching the back of his skull. 

   "Well, actually... I was gonna ask you..." Ink began, colorful eyelights flickering off to the side. You blinked, wondering what this magical skeleton wanted to ask. Ink looked back to you, his hand flopping back to his side. "As a monster on the surface, I don't exactly have anywhere to stay. With you being the first human I've actually talked to up here, I was wondering if... you'd let me stay?" He asked hopefully, gazing at you with wide, gorgeous eye sockets.

   You stared at him, replaying the question repeatedly in your head. This random alive skeleton wanted to stay in your house? 

   Well, to be honest, you did kind of owed him for saving your skin. And he didn't have anywhere else to go- you weren't the type of jackass to give him the boot so he could go camp out in some ally. Besides, he seemed like he'd behave well enough... and you couldn't say no to that face. But still, this could be a horrible idea. He could murder you in your sleep, eat everything in your fridge (like Nix), the fucking FBI could come knocking on your front door demanding you give them back their skeleton that had recently escaped fucking Area 51, who the hell knows! Are you seriously going to say "yes" just like that? This would change your life!