Life as a Skeleton Sitter

chappy 5

You wake up the next morning in your bed still in your cleaning clothes. You rub your eyes and yawn before dressing into an exercise tank top and some sweatpants. You then wake up frisk and get them ready for the day. They are dressed in little shorts and a tank top with Dino tennis shoes. They do morning stretches with you before you make them chocolate chip oatmeal. Then you let them 'help' you do your morning exercise by being the weight on your back as you do your push-ups and you lift them as you do your squats. They absolutely love it and try to do squats with you after a while. You stop when you hear the two bone brothers wake up to make them some oatmeal as well. You even let frisk help. You fetch the paper and set it on the table turning on morning cartoons before heading back towards your room to change into your proper day clothes only to bump into G. "Oh good morning G. I made breakfast. I hope you-" "shut up." He pushes past you into the living area and you frown your good mood spoiled. You dress in a pair of slacks some flats a vest and a blouse. Then you pull up your hair and walk back out to see poppy eating and G reading the news. Poppy of course tells you it's good while G just ignores you. Expected but doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. You go out into the living area and sit with frisk in your lap. "I'm fine frisk just a bit tired is all." "Then quit!" G yells from the kitchen only to get smacked in the head. "Not gonna happen G!" You shout back stubbornly. Frisk giggles before signing they wanted to show you their shoe collection. You let them lead you to their room and you hear some yelling from the kitchen but ignore it. Something about souls and fighting it. Sounds lame. Apparently and very much more interesting frisk collects shoes of different colors and sizes but just the left ones. Weird but interesting. You play with frisk for a little more than an hour until a piece of paper in the shape of a sloppy airplane. You unfold it and it's the weekly schedule for their meals. It's been approved. Another plane paper hits your head. It's your daily schedule of activities. But it's seven papers how did it float to you? Oh well. It was approved but there are notes on it. 'Why the hell would they need to do such idiotic exercises?' 'Your cooking needs work' 'going to the park everyday will give them allergies.' 'Lunch is ok but your sandwiches suck' 'Nap time? They don't need sleep in the middle of the day' 'three hours of learning? Wtf you trying to bore them to death?' 'snacktime is the only one I think I agree with' 'wth is up with you putting down which store you going to?' And it went on. It made you smile as you read them. These are the cute moments G shows on rare occasions. It's like a child trying to be mean to a girl they like. You blush at the silly thought. "Huh? No I'm not in love with the paper. I'm making this face because Gs had a cute moment. N-no I don't like G! He's a but face. Besides even if I did there's no way by don asgores name he'd return those feelings." Frisk doesn't seem convinced. "Fine! Think you can keep a secret?" They cross their heart and you take them to your room. You vaguely notice the smell of cigars but you brush it off. You take them to your bag you never opened. "In here is all the things I try to stamp down out of my heart. Papyrus knows about it." You sit them on your lap as you sit on the floor of the closet and open the bag. Inside are many things. A few rolled up paintings a lighter in the shape of a skull with a broken hinge and gravel buried in the silver. a burnt at the top hat. A ripped silk shirt. A suit jacket that smells like a whole bottle of wine was spilt on it. A smashed box of cigars. Five items for five years of knowing G. Five years of trying and not knowing why you bother. This year is the sixth. Frisk recognizes some of them as items G talked about. 'You love G a lot don't you?' You nod pained. Grilby knows and so does poppy. Hell even mettaton knows. Frisk pats your face trying to comfort you as you fight your tears. '____ what are those paintings?' "Something I saw in a dream." You wipe your eyes and put the bag away before dressing them up like a ballerina. The next week is the same as everyday. You and G get into a fight over how to raise them you storm away before it gets physical and papyrus yells at G in the kitchen. Then he storms out either working or going to visit women or grilbys. Papyrus had to console you once because he threw in your face that you were barren. He knew he fucked up then because you actually cried in front of him and papyrus threw him out in the rain so he could think on what he said. You have no secrets. You tell everyone anything they want to know about you. However that doesn't give him the right to throw it in your face. After that you made it a point to ignore him even if he's on escort you to the other side of town to get good groceries duty. 'Hey why'd you get that melon? This ones bigger.' 'Hey quit ignoring me. I'll fire you.' 'I'll burn your sheets.' 'Hey I don't like that brand.' For Someone who hates you he couldn't seem to stand it when you ignored him for a whole month. The fights between him and papyrus just seem to get worse. You even had frisk sleep in your room a few times while the two brothers broke shit. You drew the line when frisk came running and they had a scratch on their cheek terrified. You told them to hide in the closet with an old cat stuffy you gave them. You storm out there like a mama bear and practically roar as you slam the two idiots heads together. "What the fuck do you two think your doing?! Frisk is scared shitless and does anyone want to explain the scratch they got on their cheek?" They are both silent and in shock. "I am tired of the fighting! I'm tired of cleaning up broken furniture! I'm tired of seeing two brother who are so close ready to rip eachothers throats out! And I'm tired of having to go buy furniture so frisk can have a place to fucking sit!" G is the first to speak. "Then fucking quit! We don't need you here!" You snarl and pull him down by his shirt. "Excuse me? Care to fucking repeat that G?" You ask quietly with murder in your eyes. "We don't need you? No YOU don't WANT me here. But I'm not leaving frisk alone in this shitty environment to be traumatized. If you don't calm whatever hateful hard on you have your gonna lose not only them but your own brother. So you are going to listen to me and calm the fuck down. If this happens again. I will not hesitate to flush your cigar stash down the toilet put your clothes in the garbage dispenser and dump all your bullets in the river including your prized silver blaster. Got it?" He nods mutely his face all yellow. Probably from being shamed by a woman. "Now either go to work or go to bed." You release him and start angrily cleaning while the two get ready for their night work. You pause to give papyrus a hug and a kiss on the cheek bone before ignoring G entirely. "You'd get that to if you weren't so cruel." You hear as they head out the door. "I don't want that from her. I-" The door closes and you don't hear the rest of it. You finish cleaning and go to bed holding frisk close. After that it seems it's gotten better. Tense but not to tense. G even seems to be a bit more polite than usual. Opening doors when your hands are full. Carrying some of the bags so you can hold frisk. Teleporting you when the distance is really far to walk. He must really care about his shit. He even said your pecan pie was decent. You looked at him like he was an alien. Now when you argue it doesn't seem so serious. It's over stupid shit and he's taken to calling you idiotic woman which is better than what he used to call you so you call him stupid skeleton. Frisk calls you the old married couple which makes shit weird for several days anytime they sign it with their hands.