Life as a Skeleton Sitter

Chappy 17

You wake up to the sound of a crackling fire and when you open your eyes you see the blurry form of your friend grillby. You sit up and gasp in agony. Your whole body and soul hurts. "Easy dear. You've had quite the experience. Just rest for now." You obey for several days. Letting him care for and feed you until your soul isn't so fragile that taking it out would shatter it. During this time papyrus comes to visit you. "I never meant for this to happen. You weren't supposed to get hurt. I'm so sorry." You kiss his skull and tell him it's ok. Then you ask him how sans is doing. "He kept trying to kidnap you while you were out of it so grillby banned him from the bar. It's up to you now whether he can come back." You tell him to let sans stew on his mistakes. Your still pissed about his actions. You ask how frisk is doing. "They are doing ok. Not as happy since your not there but they understand. It's part of the plan after all. Muffet is having some troubles with the schedule tho and it's making frisk short tempered. I only pray things get better before we have a fit on our hands." You nod and stand with his help. He helps you draw a bath and sets you on the edge of the tub so you can undress when he leaves. You sigh bathing slowly. You never thought you'd ever be in this situation. You know part of the problem is your an unmarked mate. His paranoia that you'll become sick of him or that you'll find someone better explains most of his actions. Your being temporarily fired was supposed to wake him up and tell him he needs help because just telling him doesn't work. His response was so outlandishly off it was scary. It was probably like getting a newborn baby taken away from a protective mother. While you feel bad that doesn't excuse his behavior. You sigh heavily at your thoughts and you drain the now cool water from the tub. You miss him terribly. The constant tugging of your soul burns in your chest like a disturbed ant nest. It's been hurting like that a lot throughout the week. You just hope G is doing ok.

G is NOT doing ok. Not at all. He paces your guest bedroom in the mansion where he does most of his work. It's the only place he can go to feel close to you. Your faded perfume lingers making him feel but a fraction better. His entire body and soul burns in silent agony from being away from you for so long as tends to happen when two soulmates are apart for to long. He hopes your faring better than he is. It was a mistake to not mark you. It would have made things at least fifty percent better. The rest he knows is his own paranoia and insecurity. Papyrus didn't deserve what he said. He's been avoiding papyrus and has been sleeping in your guest room. He has been trying to see you to (kidnap). He wants to finally mark you. It'll help with his urges. He grips his skull. He doesn't know how to handle any of this. One side of him is angry and the other is terrified. It's ripping him apart from the inside out. The part of Gaster that he has in him is roaring at his incompetence and demands control. The sans in him is terrified and is struggling to keep Gaster at bay. They haven't struggled for control like this since he first came to be. Go get her you fool! Calm down! At this rate she's going to reject the bond! "I know that! I should've listened I know! But I couldn't bring myself to trap her like that!" Ok I Got to agree with Gaster on this one. She's loved you for six years and didn't stop no matter what shit you put her through. Why would she feel trapped? Great. Now they both are against him. But they have a point. The question is how does he fix it now that he's in agreeance. Maybe....... does he still have his guitar?