Chapter Six

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You yawned, morning greeting you rudely, with the sun shining right in your eyes. You rolled over, trying to force yourself back to sleep, to no avail. You stretched, your joints popping. You were starting to feel a little better, the soreness in your body had subsided quite a bit. You walked over to your little sink and washed off your face and mouth. 

Feeling a little more awake now, you decided to read the book that dust had brought for you. You sat under the window on a pillow you had pulled from your bed, flipping the pages and making a crisp noise letting you know the book wasn't loved on a whole lot. It even cracked when you would spread it wider, the spine not being worn.  

You had gotten to the 27th page before your attention was drawn to the sound of plastic bags. You waited, setting your book down on the page you left off on. 

Horror and Dust were standing pretty sluggishly. They looked like they both might not have had the best sleep. Or any sleep.

"Complaints about your smell reached Boss. And He wants you to move into a different room."

"Got you..things." Horror held up the bags in his arms.

You were a little confused, but grateful nonetheless. Was it a new cell, or perhaps an actual room? You crossed your fingers and walked over to your window, grabbing your three books and walking back over to them, giving dust enough room to kick open your cell. Was it not locked? 


You had ended up in the same living room where you met Cross. Dust was kicking things out of the way while he walked, Horror trailing not too far behind you. You had to say, that most of the guys you met so far had been pretty nice to you, save for Killer and Black. It was a little weird to you but you had always been able to make conversation with people, even if seemingly the whole population stopped socializing as much after 2019. Or maybe it was just you, you had turned into a hermit during the quarantine. Did these guys have to deal with that too? You couldn't imagine having to live with so many people and keep social distancing. Could skeletons even get sick? They didn't have cells and organs for that to happen. You shrugged.

Dust stopped at the door next to the bathroom you had showered in the night before, still basking in your cleanliness, and ushered for you to open it since his hands were full. Maybe you should've helped them carry some of that.

You pushed open the door and inside was a pretty cozy-looking room. It had a big window that immediately caught your eye. Dark teal curtains draped over it and framed a nice bed, much bigger than the little thing in the cell. Dust pushed past you dropped your bags on the bed and sighed. Horror followed suit.

"Shopping for a girl is harder than I thought it would be. Why do you need so much?"

You laughed and shrugged, placing your books down on the dresser across from the bed.

"Material Girl"

Horror sat on a little chair in the corner of the room next to the closet.

"Never knew..what a tampon..was." 

You flushed, surprised they had got you tampons. You felt stupid for forgetting that was a thing you had to endure every month. You were very grateful anyways.

"Thank you, so much." You said enthusiastically going to sort through the bags. There was soap, shampoo and conditioner, a hairbrush, toothpaste, toothbrushes, deodorant,  pads, AND tampons. They really went all out. In another bag were clothes and even more hygiene products. You were shocked at all of this. They went out of their way to get you your necessities and gave you a new room. You didn't really feel like a prisoner anymore.

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