Random Oneshots

🥀The Mob Isn't Mindless...🌸

Mafiafell!Papyrus x Female!Poor!Reader.

A rewrite of Mafia Bosses Aren't All Bad, a oneshot I made THREE YEARS AGO. It was overdue a rewrite.

ANGST WARNING - TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTIONS OF RAPE, SUICIDE AND SELF HARM.

Less intense angst warnings - Poverty.

I'm making two versions - one of your pov and one of Papyrus(Edge "Viper" Scheletro)! This one is YOUR POV.

Enjoy!

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This is my personal hell.

I'm a waitress at this greasy place known to the locals as the Silver Spoon Diner. But to the employees? We call it the Satan's Shitty Hellhole. We barely get paid enough to live. I only have one outfit because I've had to sell my clothes just to get barely enough to pay the bills. This is illegal, or something. I haven't had a full meal in weeks.

It's late at night and I'm closing. Great. The silence of the diner is broken occasionally only by the sound of my coworkers working in the back, the few customers left chatting to each other, and the other waiters and waitresses. I'm just finishing up my rounds.

I spot someone at a table - a man who's clearly drunk. The last time I saw him, he had pinned me to a wall and— ....

The bell on the front door rings, startling me out of my thoughts.

Resisting the urge to groan in annoyance, I turn to the door to see who entered. My heart drops instantly as I see who it is.

Viper. The one man- skeleton -I have feared for the longest time, all purely because of his reputation. The head of the Mafia. He's wearing a dark red suit that compliments his eyes perfectly. Well eye... lights? Whatever. The pupils of his eyesockets.

He looks around before the red pinpricks of those pupils fall on me. I avert my gaze, focusing on the man that put his hands on me, waving me down. Ugh.

I put on my customer service smile and go over to him. "How can I help, sir?" I ask in that sugary sweet voice. The man chuckles darkly, causing me to internally wince. "You- yer so pretty, sweetie~" He coos at me, reaching to take my hand. I'm quick to take a step back. "Sir, are you going to order? I have to ask you to leave if you're not going to order." The man suddenly grins at me, standing up. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor made me shiver in fear.

The man is way too close, grabbing my wrist. My hand twitches, itching to move toward my knife, so I can slit his throat. Or my throat. Someone kill me.

Before he could drag me off into the bathroom again, we're both startled by a voice speaking up. "LET GO OF HER."

I turn my head and see the impeccably dressed skeleton, striding toward us. He's quick to grab my arm and push me behind him. The two men immediately engage in fisticuffs, the edgelord being quick to defend me.

By the time the two have settled their differences, the drunk is on the ground, unconscious. Viper stands and dusts himself off, his knuckles bloody from the fight. He turns to me and speaks again.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

It takes me a moment to register what he said, but I nod. "Yeah," I mutter, averting my gaze. I'm surprised as he takes my wrist and kisses the back of my hand. "I APOLOGIZE FOR MAKING YOU SEE SUCH A DISPLAY. THAT MAN WOULD HAVE GOTTEN HIS HANDS ON YOU OTHERWISE."

I feel my face flushing. His pupils zero in on the silvery lines that mark my wrist, and his expression softens.

"TELL ME," He stands as he speaks. "DO YOU HAVE ANYWHERE TO GO TONIGHT?" 

I smile.

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556 words w/o the A/Ns.

625 words with the A/Ns