A Trio of Misfits | Bittybones story

Nightmares

Your eyes followed the falling raindrops as they hit against your window, your bored ears picking up the rhythmic tapping over the droning news of the car radio.
It may have sounded like a lullaby but every second you watched them fall the atmosphere around you filled with tension, you couldn't even try to control your breathing as everything felt like a tight elastic band ready to snap.
A ringing
no...
a hand
nonono
a screech
NONONONONO-

You woke up with a gasp, arms lifted above you in a desperate shield. Shaking and panting but you kept quiet. It only took seconds for you to catch your breath and your limbs, now hugging your sides, to finally keep still.
Its been a while since you had that nightmare, and as used as you were to it you could never manage to fall back asleep after.
You gave a groan as you checked the time: 5.13

Today was going to be a long day.

You laid in bed a few more minutes, until you couldn't stand it anymore. Swinging your legs out of bed, you lazily put on a jacket knowing how cold your apartment could get, and grabbed your little sewing project. Might as well keep yourself occupied, you thought with a defeated yawn.

The cold of the kitchen tiles stung your feet but you were honestly too lazy to go back for socks.

You passed the bitties, bundled up in thick blankets because you were worried they were going to get too cold.  Not that they seemed to mind your worrying, they made the couch into probably the coziest nest you've ever seen in your life. Seeing them all cuddled up and peaceful put a smile on your face, they were too cute sometimes.

They've only been here a few days but they sure made a big difference to your little routine. It was nice to have a reason to get out of bed that wasn't work, to have someone to chat with.
Someone to care about.

You sat curled up next to the window, your go-to spot for mornings like these.  You liked watching the odd cars go by, and at this rate you would be up to see the sunrise.
You picked up your stitching of the little fabric, the repetitive motion of hand sewing letting your mind wander.

Your roommates have changed a bit since they got here, and you honestly felt a bit like a proud mum watching their shy kids make new friends. Pretty accurate when you think about when you first meet them- so flinchy and sad and, well, used.

They looked a bit different you noted, bones a bit whiter, looking less like they would splinter apart if they so much as fell over.

You could hardly tell the deep bags under their eyes ever existed, although Papyrus seemed to live in a constant state of 'sleepy' anyway.

You think they've gotten used to your presence in a room, which is a weird thought because it's your house, instead they seem to always know exactly where you are... and you actually have no idea how?

"Human?"
Your thoughts were broken by Blue's voice, and you turned to see him standing on top of the lounge arm rest, bundled up, with the bitty sized blanket you cut up from some flannel held with one hand, and the other rubbing at his tired eye sockets.

"Morning Blue" you whispered back, smiling at his little yawn. He was usually so alert and you thought this hazy state was downright adorable.

"Morning already?" aw gosh that little befuddled head tilt. You wanted to cuddle him so bad, but he still wasn't nearly as comfortable as his brother, who you caught dozing off in your hood the other day.
"well... technically" you shrugged
"probably got about two hours before I usually get up"