Royalty : Mafiatale :

Chapter 15

The night passes by as quick as the speed of light, the room illuminating rather quickly as time leaked away. I had eventually fallen into a deep slumber, my dreams helping me escape away from reality for a few hours. I wanted to shake the melted creature from my cranium, not wanting to remember the horrifying sight and let my fear resurface. I shake the sheets off from over my head, the faint smell of takeout filling the room. I could smell the grease, it smelt so good. My arms reach above my head, stretching the numbness out of them. Sleep had never come easily for me, the streets making it even worse. I hadn't had a decent sleep in months, my eyes still feeling heavy from lack of sleep. I look over to the alarm clock, seeing that it read 10:45am. Despite the long sleep I had I was still tired, trying to play catch up for months of missed slumber. A smile spreads across my face, seeing the cold takeout that lay on the table beside me. Picking up a note off the food makes my heart well up with blissful emotions, placing a hand on my heart on my heart to hear its steady beating. 

' Big Pup, here is your food. It may be a little cold when you wake. Sorry about that 'Papyrus had obviously written this note, feeling the need to apologize for things out of his control. It was sweet, almost too sweet for someone in his profession. I finally decide to make a move, picking up the food cartons and heading downstairs to heat it up for breakfast. I make a quick turn at the bottom of the stairs, hearing humming from the living room. It sounded like a child playing, Lil' Pup maybe? I peek around the corner, seeing the child coloring on the floor. I smile and enter the room, seeing Sans at the table sighing various papers while still in his nightwear. 

" Hey kiddo, sleep well? " I nod, turning to the kitchen to heat up the food that was left for me. I was so hungry at this point. I place the food in the oven and head over to the couch, sitting and watching the only other human in the room draw out their heart's desires. 

" What are you drawing? " Shock filled me, seeing the same black figure from the night before on the paper in front of the child. My blood ran cold and I began to shiver. The kid didn't seem to understand my fear, shaking me slightly in worry. My mind was too preoccupied to answer. The only question I could ask was, how? 

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