Chapter 8 (You Wanna Tell Me Why?)

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(Nobody's POV)
The Gasters made their way into their new home. Picking their rooms, looking around, ect. While Y/n began to set up little ramps for them to be able to get from place to place safely without ever touching the ground. Of course they'd only be able to use them when she was around, otherwise they could be spotted. But then again. There were only a few scenarios that came to mind were she'd be separated from the gasters. Hiding them from her family, and from really anyone at all was going to be without a doubt a difficult task. Nevertheless, she had made a promise to her new found friends, and she wasn't one for breaking promises.

After a while, the gasters has gotten themselves comfortable and situated. They chatted for a while upon the soft, fluffy sheets of y/n's bed and the gasters explained how they managed to leave the void and how they ended up here in the first place.

Soon there came a knock at the door and y/n's younger brother's voice called from the other side of the door. "Y/n! Dinner time!" Grabbing the attention of the human girl and her companions. "Jeez already?" She muttered. "Coming!" She yelled back, and listen to the footsteps of her brother as he preceded to dash back downstairs and into the dinning room.

(Y/n's Perspective)
I let out a sigh, I'd have to leave the gasters on their own for a bit, and that stressed me out to say the least. "Ok guys, I have to go for a bit, I'll bring you guys up some food too." I began, lowering my hands so I could move them two by two back over to their little home. "Just stay in the house and try not to make much noise, I'll be back soon, no one else should really come in here while I'm gone, but wait for me to say something before you come out of hiding ok?"

"You got it y/n! We won't let you down!" Swap exclaimed with his hands on his hips and a determined look in his eyes. I couldn't help but let out a giggle. "I know you won't!" I replied with the same determination. "I'll be back soon, I promise!" I said before walking over to the door. Before leaving I quickly turned, giving them a salute before leaving the room.

Rushing down the stairs, I saw my family already seated at the dinner table. I sat down in my usual place, taking in the mouthwatering aroma of the food before me. "Smells great guys!" I complimented. My younger brother's and I have recently taken it upon ourselves to prepare dinner for us at least once a week. Tonight was their turn. They had prepared a mix of green peppers, mushrooms, garlic, a little chicken spice, onions, some sauce, and grilled chicken. (Sorry if you don't like those things, just make something else up if you don't I guess) They also prepared a few warm, soft tortillas to make wraps. A dish I would say they've pretty much perfected by now.

After diving in to that delicious meal. I thanked my brothers and offered to do the cleaning up, something I usually do if my brother's did the cooking. After washing the dishes and packing away most of the leftovers. I sneakily scraped some left overs i had left aside into a small container and tore up a nice big tortilla into appropriately sized pieces.

"What are you doing?" I heard my younger brother ask from behind me, causing me to spin around. "Jeez Y/b don't scare me like that" I gasped. He giggled before giving a small apology with the shrug of his shoulders. "Anyway, I was just dishing out a bit of the leftovers to take upstairs with me, ya know in case I get hungry later" I explained. "I was thinking I could use these pieces like tortilla chips in a dip or something."

"Oh, yeah that's cool" he answered, liking the sound of that idea. "Yeah you know me, always snacking, thought I would try something healthier than late night cereal bars" I giggled. Y/b let out a short laugh before nodding and making his way into the living room to watch tv. I immediately let out a sigh of relief before quickly making my way up towards my bedroom, not wanting to keep the gasters waiting, and not wanting to be stopped again.

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