Cross Stitching, Fixing My World

1 | Alarm Clocks and Apples

Warnings: Violent Language
Word Count: 1054

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After everything that happened to our environment, I became a light sleeper; how could I sleep knowing that there's danger just around the corner? I still had to have my guard up whenever I'm resting, so it resulted in me being able to get awaken by the smallest things, like the vibration from my phone that I put under my pillow. Never get alarm clocks. My neighbour bought an alarm clock once before... probably a few months ago? I don't remember. He set it up to make it wake him up in the morning. One of the biggest mistakes he ever made.

It would've been alright though, but he just HAD to set the alarm for 3 in the fucking morning. I was genuinely pissed too, but the dude had a good soul.

Let's just say, because of me he was still alive. The experience, however, made him traumatised and now he constantly tries to avoid going out unless it's for work. In exchange for working, by the way, you are given garbage.

Garbage that The Order calls food.

I was kind of surprised that The Order would give away food when they were the ones who made half of the population commit suicide. However, the food they serve is literally garbage (like their personalities). The ones in The Order are fucking sadistic.

I figured them out though. Half of the population committed suicide because they didn't think their lives were worth anything, so they just left. The Order probably laughed every time they heard the news about people hanging or cutting themselves, but soon they realised that they wouldn't be able to enjoy watching them suffer for nothing if the people just kept killing themselves. So... they give away free food to sustain everyone's lives while they watch us pathetically continue suffering and struggling with each other.

Didn't matter to me though, I don't eat the shit they serve us.

Since everyone's busy cutting each other's throats up, I stay low and just steal all good shit I can find that would suffice me.

Of course, no one knows I steal. If they do, I would've been dead where I stood.

IF they could find me.

I have multiple safe houses, this one particularly being my favourite. Why? This place has a lot of innocent civilians, why would anyone think a burglar lived here? So no one cares about this place that much. It would rain hell if the alarm clock incident were to happen again though.

No one in the world would find it pleasing to wake up in the middle of the night.

Innocent civilians... a class of society just beneath criminals. Innocent civilians chose to be innocent civilians, but they do get their fair share of weaponry and firearms. You can never be safe anymore without a gun or knife in your pocket. Sadly, none of them are taught how to handle these weapons. They either only recognise the weapon's looks or completely don't know what the fuck it was. Those two facts made them easy targets for anyone above their class.

In my town though, no one was that bad of a criminal. Sure we would hear news about people and monsters beating each other up here but nothing severe, alarming, or scary really happened here... yet.

"Yo, Y/N, who's going out today for the food?" Frisk asked as she closed her eyes while leaning on the doorway in front of my room, playing with a coin worth ten pitches in her hands. I sighed as I sat up on my bed and looked at her with a glare. "What did I tell you about coming in here?"

"To knock before entering? I did knock, then entered," she said innocently with a playful smirk now visible in her facial features. My glare only hardened. "Knock AND wait for permission. God's sake Frisk--"

"What's so wrong with entering your room? We've been with each other for years, dude," she said as she placed the pitch in her pocket and rested her left hand on her hip. "I know that we're practically siblings, but privacy is still a thing you know?" I explained as I stood up and started to fix my bed. Frisk rolled her eyes and chuckled a bit. "So..?"

"So?"

"You never answered my question," she said, sitting down on my bed as I finished. I walked up to the closet and took my nightshirt off and replaced it with a(n) s/f/c hoodie. "Let's go together this time."

I didn't see her eyes light up like the stars as she squealed. "YuS!" she exclaimed, rushing out of the room while she threw a pitch to me. "I'm gonna get ready!" she yelled.

I smiled at her enthusiastic antics and chuckled to myself a little as I got ready. If I were to be completely honest, Frisk is the only thing keeping me from becoming insane now that everything I loved was dead. I would've taken the easy way out if she wasn't here by my side for the past few months.

Taking the easy way out meant me committing suicide as well.

"Hurry up, you dingus," I say as I walked out of my room with my favourite sharp knife in my left hand. I closed the door and walked over to the kitchen because it was closer than the bathroom. I washed my face on the sink, not bothering to wipe my face first before opening the fridge and getting an apple.

"I'm here, I'm he-- What did we talk about wiping your face?" Frisk rose a brow at me when she finally left her room and went here in the kitchen as well. I yawned.

"You annoy me, so I annoy you."

"..."

She didn't reply to me when I took another bite of the apple. Instead, she just groaned and sighed. "Hurry up, let's go already," she said, after five seconds of staring at me in disbelief. She left and went to the couch to sit.

I chuckled at her actions and continued to eat the apple, staring at the knife I'm holding. Frisk and I for sure don't have the best weapons in the world, but we're pretty confident at our fighting skills.

We don't start the fights

but we do end them.