A Killer Life

Chapter 19

"Sooo, uh.."

Chatty was the first one to break the silence.

The three of them were at the opposite side of the low table– each in a different position– looking towards me.

My hands were clammy from all the attention, and my throat was tight (not that I could talk anyway, but it still increased the amount of nervousness that I felt).

I gave them a shaky smile.

"Do you talk at all orr..?"

I opened my mouth, closed it and shook my head. I heard a small 'Oh' at that.

"Huh.. that one's new. Never heard of a Sans with an inability to talk." Hood said in a stereotypical thinking position-- with his hands up to his chin and all-- as his stare burned into my figure.

Gee, thanks for putting me up in the spotlight.

"Well anyway," Chatty began again, "Welcome to our house-- even though it's more of a mansion-- but we live here and use it for our necessities, so it's a house. :)"

How'd he--?

"And we obviously have a lot of rooms, so if you have a hard time looking for a room, you can just wait in one of the rooms until you remember or--"

"That's horrible advice."

"--Shut up Dusty. Or, until we find you somewhere in the halls. Seems simple enough right?"

I nodded.

"Well, it's not."

I wilted.

"Dude, stop messing with the newbie." Raccoon said. Chatty laughed.

"Now where's the fun in that? Their reactions are much more interesting than both of you. You just get mad at me."

"Well, yeah. You do this to us 24/7. We're tired of your shit." Hood folded his arms and leaned back into the couch.

"Aww, love you both too."

Raccoon sputtered with a slight blush in embarrassment, and Hood huffed to the side while Chatty grinned.

I watched the interaction between the three skeletons, feeling a pang of jealousy at their interaction. The conversation seemed more intertwined with each other rather than including me, and this seemed to build up a pool of loneliness inside me.

I looked at the happy faces in front of me with a carefully blank face.

When another person joined the conversation was when this emotion disappeared, forgotten like the other times it happened.

"Oh, heyy. Y-youu got-t th-the mute-te gguy-y."

A glitchy skeleton walked into the room sipping on some milk chocolate (from what I could see on the package). He had an overall red, blue, yellow and black color scheme for some reason, and 'ERROR' signs were littered on him, flickering on and off at random intervals.

I heard a gasp from the couch.

"That's MY chocolate milk! What's with you guys and taking chocolate from my stash!"

Raccoon stomped over to Error and attempted to swipe the chocolate milk carton out of Glitchy's hands, but missed. The carton in question was tied with blue string-- presumably from Glitchy's magic-- and pulled out of the way from Raccoon's arm range.

With the attention shifted away, I slowly started to tip toe away; the peace and quiet of the halls seemed more inviting right now than eventually being stuck in the spotlight again.

As the voices of his so called 'alternates' faded far into an echo, he focused back to his current new predicament.

Where the fuck am I?