A Skeleton's Hope (Rewritten!)

Prolouge

|This was a mistake|

You were tired.

You were so fucking tired

You haven't had a proper meal in over, three weeks, you would say?

Then again, why was the last time you had a proper healthy meal?

And stars, your car smelled horrible.

Not because it was dirty, you actually cleaned it last week! Nothing like that!

It was because you smelled.

Like, Bo Burnham "haven't showered in 11 days" smelled.

And you haven't had a shower in over 11 days so yeah, your car smelled like literal shit.

Why are you treating yourself poorly you ask?

Simple.

Work.

Look, you absolutely loved your job and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

But for some reason, your dumbass decided to work extra hours.

Which, you technically don't need to do since you get paid over $700 dollars a week and pay your taxes/bills on time.

And you really need a break.

Luckily for you, it was Saturday! And your off days were Sunday and Sunday only! So, since it was Saturday you can probably take a shower, eat a proper meal that will probably kill your liver in about 5 years, and watch all the Netflix you want, right?

Of course, life is never that simple.

Currently you're in your car, it wasn't old but it wasn't new and modern either. It didn't really matter to you, because again, it's was Saturday!

Turns out Saturday should be renamed Shitterday or something like that.

Because Saturday was the day your life turned to absolute fucking shit .

And it started with a phone call.

You had been at a red light so you saw no reason to not check your phone while your wait for it to change. You dove into your bag in the passenger seat and scrounged around for the device before finding it.

You pull out the phone, hoping it's a random number that you can just hang up on and move along with your day. But that's not the case, because things never do the way you want them to.

Instead, it's a call from Toriel Dreemer.

AKA, one of the Representatives of Monsters Society.

AKA, the legal mother and guardian of Frisk, the Ambassador for all of Monsters Society.

AKA, a very old friend of your.

(You're not making fun of her age, she really is an old friend of yours.)

Out of you pure shock she had actually called you, the phone slips out of your hands and you scramble to grab it again. You accidentally lift your foot of the breaks of your car, which jerks suddenly before you slam your foot back down, hitting your head on the back of your seat in the process.

" Motherfucking - !"

"Hello?"

You freeze at the motherly voice that echoed through your smelly car, glancing over to the passenger side to see you've somehow answered the call and put it on speaker.