A Not So Bonely Home

Whom The Bell Tolls... For Breakfast

"Can you just leave us alone? You're really killing us here." Reaper growled softly, gripping his black hood and pulling it higher up on his skull to try and block out the annoyance of Fresh. Classic was there beside him, both of them waiting on their own plates of food. "Aww, that's so unfresh of you brosif! I'm just tryin' a make this a rad time for all of us!" 

Fresh chuckled and nudged Classic, grinning just as always with the fake 90s glee. "Ain't that right, Classical brah? You gotta treat others how you wanna be treated!" Though as annoying Fresh can be sometimes, he ignored it and just sighed as he pointed towards the fridge. "oh hey, look, a sunny-d diversion." 

Well, that was one way to get rid of the 90s trash. As soon as the fresh skeleton heard his favorite drink name, he quickly ran off towards wherever Classic had pointed to. In which.... Was towards a very long hallway. Good call, Classic, good call.

Reaper was about to thank Classic, though only a few seconds after Fresh left, the Blueberry himself Swap showed up with the food. Classic got ketchup... with some fries, and Reaper had some simple toast. No butter or anything, just toast. Just as dry and crumbling as the lives he took from humans. Either way, he went to thank Swap instead.

Classic was first to try his food, while Reaper mostly just stared and inspected his toast before picking it up and taking a small peck from it. Good thing there was some form of system set up here where his death touch wouldn't work on things he didn't want it to, otherwise he wouldn't have anything in his hand by now. 

"mmm... you did a good job with this, buddy. good job." Classic chuckled and gave the excitable skeleton a wink, making him squee and grin with the utmost enthusiasm. "Thank you my lazier self! I learned how to make some of these from a human!" Reaper rolled his eyes at this, unimpressed by a human being one to teach a monster such a thing. 

"I should really credit their work! Mweheh, there name waaas... Oh right! Chara!"

Chara.

Both Reaper and Classic paused in their food-eating endeavor and looked over to Swap blankly with silence filling the air. That name meant so much more than just the five letters that made it up to the both of them. Swap stared back, though he seemed more confused than anything else.

"Uh... What's with the stares? Are... Are you both amazed that I had been taught by someone so great and friendly?" Though the Blueberry remained chipper despite the name, Classic tried to shrug off the situation and continue eat, though Reaper wasn't exactly done with this. 

"Chara is not friendly... And they are not great in the slightest. They are a killer." 

Reaper's speech was blunt and dark, making Swap and even Classic shiver. "heheh, he doesn't mean it blue. he's probably just jealous or somethin'." Classic continued to try and lift the mood, all the while Reaper smirked at his attempt. "Yes... Like I would be jealous of that corrupt deity of faithlessness. Haha, very humerus."

The grin given gave another chill into the air, knowing how freaked out Swap was becoming, Classic waved at him to get his attention before speaking entirely off the topic of Chara. Sure, he had a natural hatred for that human, but having Reaper being upset over it it would only make things worse. "hey- uh- how 'bout you go make some more food for the others, huh? you know... since the others are probably waiting on you."

Just about immediately after Swap had heard those words, he quickly nodded and started off. He was a little shaken, but that wouldn't stop him from preparing delicious food! Turning away, he quickly said his condolences and briskly jogged away from the pair. And after a few moments, Reaper sighed and went back to eating his toast, making sure his hood stayed up. Classic, of course, was lightly disapproving towards him with a glare before continuing to eat his own food. 

Silent moments passed between the two. Until...

"...Thank you for making sure he didn't get too scared."

"huh?"

Reaper looked up from his food towards the somewhat puzzled blue-hooded skeleton. "I said thank you. I'm blunt most of the time, so it's nice to know monsters like you don't let the little ones get scared." He laughed softly and looked back down to his food with a slightly warmer grin. "I forgot how often monsters and humans looked after each other..."

Classic nodded slowly and sighed a bit, looking around a bit before grabbing the ketchup bottle that was next to his plate and sipping from it like he normally would. "ah, it was nothin' really. it's just what we do. heh... maybe you'll learn how to do it too eventually." Seeing the black cloaked skeleton shrug, he sighed and stood up, having finished his toast and now wishing to go onto his next matter of the day. "Hopefully..." He muttered before sighing, his grin lessening as he left the kitchen and out somewhere else.

"huh. well, 'kay then, see ya." Classic muttered back as Reaper left without saying his goodbyes. He sighed and looked down for a moment before looking back up hearing the light stroll of wheels. Looks like Fresh had come back. 

"...well funk me."

((Hoihoi~! Alright, so, I might not know Reaper Sans' personality as well as the others, but I hope I did a good! x3 This idea came from SarahBarisas, so yeaa! I hope you don't mind me adding Classic into this, by the way. Either way, enjoy~!