Roses are Red, Gunpowder is Gray (Undertale Fanfic)

Minding Your Own Business

"What do I even pay you for?" You snapped.

"I don't know what you want me to say, miss. The trail is cold, we haven't found anything in weeks." The PI's voice crackled over the phone.

"I expect a different answer the next time I call." You replied, slamming the receiver of the land line down before the man could respond. You rubbed your temples, relieved at finally having both hands free, though your weak hand still ached on occasion.

"Didn't know doctors still made house calls." Roulette had mused when you had your cast removed.

They did when you had enough money, but what did all the money and power even matter if there was nothing you could do with it?

The warehouse that the kidnappers had taken you to didn't belong to them, it was a Home Goods store house. The fucking chain store, Home Goods !?

Because of the police raid the goods in the store house were zeroed out as a loss and auctioned off. All the products were bought by a slave management corporation called Hearth and Home inc, and shipped across the country to one of there warehouses...From there the trail went cold.

Tears pricked in your eyes, these were people, they were buying and selling people. You aggressively wiped your eyes and stood up, you needed some tea or something...then you probably needed to email the PI and apologize for hanging up on him. You were just tense. Had been tense for weeks of radio silence, then when you finally called you were told that they didn't have anything.

Absolutely nothing!?

Then there were still essentially strangers living in your house, but that was getting a little better as the days went on, Carbine had stopped trying to socialize with you, which...fuck if that didn't make you feel more guilty every time you looked at him. Thinking about it, you actually barely spoke to any of the Skeletons, but it wasn't horrible. Sometimes you still felt like you were being watched, but that's probably what your father brought them in for, to keep an eye on you right?

Nope. Not thinking about it right now. You scolded yourself, smoothing down your dress pants, checking your hair, and then stepping out.

The entryway was full of boxes and bags. Roulette, Carbine, and Musket were helping bring in the delivery. You hoped that there was some stuff for them in there, it did look like quite a bit more than your usual delivery.

"EVERYTHING ALRIGHT MA'AM?" Musket asked, glancing at you.

"I would approach with caution my boy, the lady of the house is developing the same rather unsightly habit as her father. They both tend to take bad news out on the closest available person." Joffrey explained, making you gasp.

"Excuse you? I haven't said a thing to anyone in this house the entire day." You snapped indignantly.

"...Ma'am, if you would, so kindly lower your voice when speaking to me, I would be very appreciative." He said making your skin prickle and crawl.

He didn't deserve to be spoken to like that at all, even if he was being purposefully incendiary. You knew better than to speak to staff that way, Joffrey himself had raised you to be better.

"...Sorry." You said softly, turning on your heel and walking away, tea and a nap would be nice right about now.

You had just turned the corner away from them, distracted by your own thoughts, when you felt a draft. Cool air raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.

You glanced around and found a slightly open door. It was...to the garage?

Well...it was technically to the garage, it was also a wine cellar and a formally secret tunnel, though the secret entrance had been remodeled into a normal door in the 70s.