"Would you uh... Mind if we stayed here for a bit?"
...
"Oh fuck no-"
~6 Hours And A Lot Of
Swearing, Yelling,
Breaking Shit Later~
You wake up around 8:30 and ohmygodkillmenow-
You actually let the tiny fuckers stay here!
In your house!
For who knows how long!
Oh.
Oh lord.
You really, REALLY FUCKIN HOPE, that they get out soon.
You roll over and push your face into your pillow with a groan, blocking out the stream of sunlight from your eyes.
You stay like that for a bit.
Quietly.
Just pushing your face into the pillow while listening to the sound of Scotch's purrs.
It's almost peaceful, really.
Ha.
As if.
Your soul hasn't been at peace for a long time, has it?
No.
Oh well.
Perhaps this will last a while longe-
CRASH!
Oh fuck me.
You sit up and roll out of bed, much to your cat's displeasure, to go see what the fuck the little bastards broke and if it was expensive.
You enter your living room and sigh in relief for several reasons.
• Only one of them was up.
• It was Murder.
• He only broke an already cracked empty vase that he looks like he's trying to clean up.
Well.
Perhaps he wasn't really annoying.
"Well at least your cleaning it up, eh?" You note, and he jumps when he hears that and you hear a small rattle....
Oh.
That's cute.
His little bones rattled in surprise.
Awwwwwwwwww.
If you valued your life any less, your would've cooed at him like the first day you got Scotch.
"Well someone isn't trying to get kicked out, kid." He says and your eyes trail to watch the broken glass float to the trashcan.
Weird.
"Anyways, where are the other two? Gone? Dead? Still asleep?" You prod and he dismissively waves you off.
"Asleep, all of us are lazy but - ʸᵉˢ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵖᵃᵖʸʳᵘˢ - I decided to actually get up and do stuff... Whats with that look?"
You look at him for a second.
Who the fuck is Papyrus?
An imaginary friend?
Hallucination?
You sigh and with a quiet 'nothing' you got to fix breakfast.
It's none of your business, anyways.
"Ya guys get any allergies?" You ask without looking back and Murder consults 'Papyrus' before answering with a 'no'.
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Three Bitty Monsters (REWRITE)(DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionYou thought your life was like any other fools. A tragic backstory, and then you grew up and had to work till you died. That's it. Not much... much... uh... not uh.... "Well uh.... skeletons?" Oh boy, shits about to hit the fan. ...
