Life as a Skeleton Sitter

chappy 1

You were simply a girl looking for a job. An honest upstanding girl with no secrets of your own. Your only real problems -that you have been made aware of- are your attitude and the fact you flirt just a tad bit to much. You are confident in your body. I mean come on no ones gonna love you unless you love yourself first. That's what your mom always told you. She lives out west away from all the crime with your dad. They don't have the will or strength to live in their hometown anymore. But your young and spritely and filled with determination. You get it from your grandma. Back to the whole job thing. Well you were never much of a person that could take orders from assholes very well so your having some trouble getting a job. You would send in applications get hired and then fired all within a week until almost no one would hire you. That is until monsters came around. Many of them were mobsters and they would often need someone to babysit who could keep their mouths shut. While you are an honest person you know damn well how to keep a secret. Even at gun point. It got you respect and extra money. To you monsters were better than humans. They were easier to talk to and even tho they were into organized crime they were just trying to make a living like you are. Not like anyone would hire a monster. You would if you could but of course you dont have the money. At the moment you are at grilbys looking through the monster news adds looking for a job. Now that some of the kids are older and getting into the family business your jobs are getting a bit low. "Find anything ___?" Your friend and roommate grilby asks. He's been your friend since the beginning. You work here when the babysitting jobs are scarce and at the moment your on break. Your tight suit like waitress uniform shifts as you turn and look at him. "Not really. There's almost nothing. I called in on one of them but someone already snagged it." You sigh running a hand through your hair and close your brilliant purple eyes before flopping your face into the vest of your fiery friend with a childish whine. He just chuckles patting your back as you grumble it out and whine. You always do this when your upset so he's used to it. "Oohhh? Is that cologne I smell? Got a date tonight or are you finally falling for me?" You tease looking up at him with a grin. "Neither I just bought some yesterday and decided to try it. Glad to know you like it ___" His voice always sounded like what you thought a campfire would sound like if they could talk deep and raspy with a bit of smoke. "If your really that desperate to leave me to work alone here I have a friend whose been needing a babysitter. His name is sans. Now before you say no because I know you two don't get along. They have a human kid by the name of frisk in their care and they can't keep leaving them in the care of Toriel every time they have to go out to work. The injuries are getting worse on monsters and Toriel is worried about the kid being traumatized. It is live in but you won't have to deal with sans very often. He is a workaholic after all." You make a face but you understand. No kid should have to see what goes on behind mob doors. You sigh. "How much does it pay?" Grilby gives a grin knowing that he got you with mentioning the kids care. "Roughly four quid a month." Aaaaannnndd your sold. "When can I start?" He grins and goes to give a call. Of course he was gone a mere thirty seconds when the skeleton fucker himself walks in with a bunny floozy on his arm. You don't know sans very well. You just know he doesn't like you and he doesn't treat his women very well. You walk up to them a fake smile on your face. "Silky paws.~ how have you been! I hear the escort business has been picking up for you. That's wonderful. But don't forget to be careful of weirdos." It was genuine concern since you've had to run off many a weirdo from her since human men seem to think monster women are things to be treated like trashy sluts. You are friends because of that. You then turn to the asshole who just glares at you for no damn reason. So you just ignore him basically. Not even bothering to try and greet him. Instead you lead them to a table and take their order purposely pretending not to hear sanses order. Of course you fill his order it's just fun to see his face when you pretended he wasn't there. You just chat away ignoring his sexist comments and his snarls that you should stay with your own kind. It was really hard to do by the way. Oh how you wanted to punch his fucking face. But instead you 'accidentally' trip and spill ice cold water all over him. Grilby of course just sighs and watches as they go at it again. He yells at her and grabs her vest trying to lift her up and teach her a lesson but she just slips out of it adjusting her blouse and walks on doing her job. It of course ends in the two of them eventually fist fighting and shooting at eachother. Well sans is shooting. Grilby sighs and tallies up the damage costs. This happens at least once every month or so. Of course he gets paid well for it from both sides so he doesn't complain much. But unlike usual- which usually ends in one, the other, or both knocked out- it ends in sans shocked by you laying the fact he's paying you now since you took the job. "How the hell did you hear of that? I kept it out of the papers on purpose!" You smirk your nose bleeding from a good punch. "A little bird told me. Besides now we get to have fun like this all the time sansy." You snark viciously and send a mocking wink at him. He drops you and sits on a stool clutching his head. "Why me? I just can't see why papyrus would approve of you. Your a human." You snicker and sit on the counter next to him before pouring him a glass of whiskey. This usually signifies a kind of truce between you. "Well firstly not all humans are shitty assholes. Secondly I upkeep a stern reputation of being good with kids. And thirdly me and paps go to Thursday night coffee to discuss the weekly philosophy book we buy together every Monday." He jerks his head up in surprise. "Is that what he's been doing? I always thought he was just working overtime for the boss."