Blueberry Muffins and Apple Pie

Chapter 2: The deal

Swap awoke to his alarm ringing beside him.

The small skeleton groaned, his skull pounding, wanting to do nothing more than to go back to sleep. With a huff he attempted to roll to his side and quiet his phone.

What stopped him was a splitting pain in his ribs.

Swap quick sat up clutching his chest. His eyes now open glancing around as the blurry memories of yesterday made its way into his mind.

He was in a very large bed. From rough estimation, about two king size beds put together. Royal purple blankets and lavender sheets and large black pillows the size of swaps body.

Honestly if he wasn't in such a situation were he was fearing for his life he'd curl up and sleep all day.

Deep black canopy sheets were hung, inclosing the bed. They were slightly see through, but not enough for him to see the room he was in, only vaguely light from one side he could only assume to be from a window.

On his other side was a smaller flashing light and soft ringing, his alarm. Hope suddenly filled his soul. If he could get his phone, he could call for help.

Kicking off the covers he was fearful to see he was completely unclothed. Only blood stained bandages wrapped around his ribs. The small skeleton shook his head, trying not to think of all the things his captor could have done to him.

Slowly he slid to the edge of the bed, trying not to make any sudden movements to upset his broken bones.

Reaching the canopy, he found an opening on the side. Hesitantly he opened the curtains.

There in front of him was a bedside counter. He phone, face up, lit up and ringing loudly was just within reach.

Swap sucked in a breath, knowing this was like a sene in every horror movie ever. The moment he reaches out his arm will most likely be grabbed or lopped off by an axe or something.

He rocked in place for a moment, a hand gently rubbing his wounded ribs to sooth the ache in his chest.

Closing his eyes he took a few deep breaths to calm himself before snapping them back open and reaching out with no hesitation. Quickly he picked up his phone and pulled  it to his chest to his overwhelming relief. 

Pulling the curtain closed he turned off his alarm and immediately called his brother.

Papyrus, as shitty as he may be, was the only one he knew in contact with the Star Council. Alongside Nightmare his brother had told him about the Council and Dream, his captors brother. They fight against the evils of the multiverse, or at least that's what Papyrus had told him.

His phone buzzed against his skull for a long moment before beeping. "Sup, this is Papyrus-" he brothers voice hummed lazily throw the receiver.

Swap quickly croaked out in a panicked tone. "P-Paps, Nightmare has me. Please send help as soon-"

"-im probably asleep right now, so call me back later."

Swap stared at the phone for a long moment, soul pounding hard enough for him to feel the rhythm in his own skull. "No." He growled, quickly hanging up and calling again.

"Sup, this is Papyrus-"

He hung up and called again.