A Skeleton's Hope (Rewritten!)

Time To Go To A Happy Place

| Sugar, No Spice, And The Not Everyone's|
| Nice |

EDIT: I changed bet between Reader and Red has been changed, so they don't swap numbers

"ALRIGHT!" Blue announced, Stretch watching as Sans cringes at the sudden peak of volume. "IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO SLEEP CLASSIC."

"i'll go ahead to put your things away." He offered, grabbing all of the shorters belongings, subconsciously using his magic to lift a glass of water with him.

"thanks - " Stretch perks up to look at Sans, who pauses his words to yawn. " - thanks dude."

(Thank stars he's no longer mad. Stretch was already feeling shitty as it is. Sans giving him attitude would personally suck for him, the guilt that was silently eating him up having worsened if he did. Though, he supposes, it would be karma for him since he ignored his responsibilities. The man was sick because of him, the least he could do was offer assistance.)

"no worries." Stretch said, flashing a wink before he turned around and made a shortcut.

Dropping all of Sans' things onto his bed (which was unmade but who is he to judge?), he uses his magic to lightly place the glass onto a nearby nightstand. He stood up straight, placing his hands onto his hips bones and staring down at said bed.

He snickered to himself.

"nah'." He said before turning for the door.

(He feels guilty, but not guilty enough to clean.)

He stops, however, when he notices someone's there.

"oh." He stares down at Red. "you're back?"

The shorter nodded, adjusting his grip on the bags he had been carrying. "yea', just got 'ere."

"cool." Stretch responded with a thumbs up. "you're in one piece, so i'm assuming you didn't crash - "

"i think we should stop."

Stretch paused, his lower jaw slightly ajar as his arm fell limp at his side. "huh?"

"the plan, thing... whatever." Red shrugs, using a hand of his to gesture. "i want us ta' stop."

"what?" Where did this sudden change of heart come from, what the fuck? "why?"

"i..." The shorter glances downwards at an angle, before taking a deep breath before stating. "don't wanna do it anymore."

(This doesn't make any sense. Red was so willing before, so smug about future ideas. What is happening right now?!)

"you're kidding." Stretch scoffs sarcastically.

"look," Red rolled his eye lights. "ya' barely had half of that shit figured out. "

Does he mean the plan? Snoop wherever they can to get dirt on you? They were working on it! His next idea was to use Edge to do some digging... but that quickly backfired (fuck.)

"m doin' ya' a fav'a right now." Red had reasoned, irritating Stretch as he clenched his fists tightly.

"jesus - " The taller sighed, rubbing his face with his hands before swiftly bringing them down. "you are not doing this right now."

Red groaned with a toss of his skull. "what's so wrong 'bout it?!" The shorter demanded.

Stretch frowned, his bone-brows furrowing before he opened his jaw to give some type of retaliation.

Just as he's at a loss for words, the door opens.

"red?" Sans asks with a tilt of his head, Blue popping his skull in from the side.