Life as a Skeleton Sitter

chappy 6

Of course all good things must come to an end. It was nearing the fourth month mark and you were coming home from the park. It was about thirty minutes behind schedule and when you got inside G was frantic. "Where have you been?! Your late." You frown confused. "It was just thirty minutes. The traffic was bad because of an accident so we waited it out with some ice cream." He doesn't believe you. "Then you can show me the receipt right?" Your eyes widen. Is he really going to pull this shit today? You set frisk down and tell them to go put the toys you got them for being good all day away in their room. "I don't have a receipt. Not all ice cream parlors give them." He hovers over you a hand slamming firmly next to your head blocking your attempt at escape. You glare at him. "Why do you care anyways? I've been late before." "Once. Three months ago. Now it's almost everyday. What in the hell are you doing to make you so late? TELL ME!" You attempt to push him away but his magic keeps your form from being able to move much. "It's none of your damn business!" "It is if the kid was with you!" "The kid was only with me this one time! You've been up my ass all week about it! I said let me go!" His magic grips harder the more you struggle and you tear up pissed and scared. But you give in. "You know what asshole? Fine! I was fucking window shopping for your damn birthday. Here!" You slam your bags at him catching him off guard and dropping his magic. "Burn it trash it I don't care anymore. Happy fucking birthday." Now free you stomp off leaving a shocked G to stand there stupid.

G for once

You stand there for several minutes before rubbing your skull. You don't know how long you can keep this up. You thought if you crushed her spirit she'd leave and give up. But she just keeps trying. It's not that you don't like her. Far from it actually. Everything she does drives you insane with a need that honestly scares you. If she were a monster you'd have already gotten married a long time ago. But she's not. She's a human and she's going to die long before you do and you can't trust her. Humans can never be trusted. You keep telling yourself that and yet you bought her that ballerina. And yet your heart hurts anytime she's about to cry. You almost lost it when she was in that makeup. You knew she was barren and yet.... you felt jealous burning your bones that there might be someone in her life besides you and rage towards the bruises and whoever might've caused them. Anytime she dodges your shots your reminded of a graceful dancer. She fills your mind constantly and you can hardly sleep because you keep dreaming of her porcelain skin against your bare bones. You get turned on when she yells at you hell you swear you almost nutted when she threatened you that one night. She looks good with a kid in her arms and frisk loves her. Papyrus keeps telling you to stop resisting it because even frisk can see your longing. The fact that you are soulmates. But your also scared. Of being with a human and being hurt when they die or change their minds. You can't just throw your fears and doubts and hate for humans away like that. It's not that easy. You can't just be nice to her. She would think your planning something. It's just best she gives up. Now that she said she gives up why does it hurt so much? You look in the bags she threw at you. It was a whole silk suit with a new hat. it probably cost thousands. Pure silk usually does. You find yourself crying for some reason but it won't stop. You slide your back down the wall. You fucked up big time. You can't do it anymore. You can't fight it. But it's to late. Papyrus walks in concerned and you try to stop your tears but it just gets worse. He kneels down and hugs you tight. You just cry harder and cling to your little brother. "She finally did it paps. She gave up. I should be happy but why does it hurt so much?" Papyrus just sighs. "Because that's not what you want sans..... you've reached the bottom of the pit. But lets just hope you and her are strong enough to bring yourselves back up from here." "What do you mean?" "Now it's your turn to pursue her. She's been pursuing you since day one. If you play your cards right and she's willing to risk her feelings one last time.... you two will never be apart again." You go silent. How does one pursue a goddess? "Can you help me paps?" You croak out quietly and he nods. It's time to fix this mess. One step at a time.