Royalty : Mafiatale :

Chapter 2

My eyes began to open slowly, weary from the rough sleep I had. I shaded my closed eyes for a second, almost like I was getting ready to face the harsh light of the world, despite me being curled up in a hole. I drop my hand to the side, surprised at what I felt. It felt like fabric, soft and sensitive to the touch. I ran my hands across the material, my eyes still firmly closed. I didn't want to open them out of fear. Where was I? Had I been taken in my sleep? I began to panic, my heart racing and my breathes picking up in pace but still, I couldn't open my eyes. Suddenly, I felt something hard touch my shoulder. It felt like bone. Obvious to say panic set in more at this point. Was I still dreaming? Had I died out there in the streets? Was this the reaper finally coming for my lonely soul? 

" Kid, c,mon wake up! " I finally brave it enough to open my eyes, shaking at the sight before me as I let my eyes adjust to my surroundings. I backed up further into the couch I had been laid on, not taking my eyes off the figure that lay before me. A short skeleton was seated next to the sofa on an old wooden chair, cigar in his mouth. The foul stench filled the air with smoke and was strong enough to almost act like a fog. He wore a blood red shirt which was accompanied by a smart black waistcoat and dress pants. I still had to be dreaming, that must be it. I watched as the skeleton took another puff of his cigar, the smoke flowing through the narrow gaps in his teeth which were stationed in a permanent smile. I couldn't speak, frozen to the spot like a marble statue. What could I say? I was at a loss for words. I just kept my eye of the smiling skeletal face, watching him closely.

" Is Big Pup awake brother?! " Big Pup? What was that all about? I almost crawl over the sofa for safety, seeing another skeleton exit the kitchen. This one was taller then his brother. Unlike his brother he was quite thin, his skeletal face long and almost straight. This monster wore a red shirt and black tie, his dress pants kept up by suspenders and black as night gloves on his hands. He placed a small plate of spaghetti on the table, his smaller brother finally putting out his cigar and leaning back into the chair, crossing his legs as he did so. 

" Names' Sans and this is m' bro Papyrus. Long way from home ain't ya? Not everyday a human wanders into mafia territory. " Mafia? I had wandered into the mafia?! 

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