Blueberry Muffins and Apple Pie

Chapter 3: Morning

Nightmare had left a shirt for him.

Or at least Swap hoped it was.

After stumbling through the room and finding the light switch he saw the garment folded on a sofa opposite of the bed.

It was way to big for him, going down to his knees. The neck was so wide it constantly fell from his shoulders.

But at least it covered him.

Looking around he couldn't see any dressers. The only furniture in the room seemed to be the bed, nightstand, sofa and a coffee table in front of it.

There was a large wooden door to the right of the bed.

Swap decide to check first. He stumbled over and turned the nob.

Locked.

He let go and backed up with a sigh. "Figures."

He gazed around for another way.

On the other side of the room was a large curtain that took up nearly the entire wall. It was a part in the middle, light flooding through.

Swap started over, clutching his ribs that began to ache at the movement.

Grabbing the curtains he pulled them back to show a large Window nook. The middle wall had a large circular window. The sides had small shelves with different sized books.

Slowly he crawled up onto the wooden bench and looked out the window.

The sun seemed to be rising, meaning it was early morning.

The nook was over a vast forest that looked as if it had recently been through a forest fire. Swap could only guess from the view he had to be at least three stories up.

It was pretty high for a jump. But the small skeleton believed if he angled himself towards a tree he'd only fall half way if a branch catches him.

Once he was out, he could hide somewhere in the forest until help arrived.

His hands shook. It was the best option.

He had no idea what the layout of this place was. Swap would most likely run into his captor or one of his minions trying to escape through the door

Letting out a breath he scooted back.

Raising a hand he summoned a bone-.

Nothing happened. His magic flickered but nothing more. A burning sensation started in his chest which quickly rose into a searing pain.

Swap gasped slightly, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck fuck fuck." He hissed.

Gritting his teeth he forced himself to stay silent. The lady thing he wanted was to scream and alert someone.

A minute, what felt like hours for Swap, the pain finally passed.

The small Sans shook. Unsure if being magic-less and the sudden pain was because of his injuries or because of Nightmare.

Either way, he decided not to try again.

Instead he scooted closer to the window. His years of training with Alphys in magic and hand to hand combat had him more than ready to break a piece of glass. Even in his weakened state he could do it.

"I can do this." He repeated.

Readying himself he took a breath before slamming his fist into the glass.

A loud thunk was his only reward. Not a crack when he pulled back.

"How? It should have..." Swap asked himself. He placed a hand on the glass were he had hit. That blow should have shattered it even if it was reinforced.

He snarled hitting the glass again, this time with a little less force.

"All the windows are made so only Nightmare can break them. You can thank Killers recklessness for that." A husky voice chuckled.

Swap snapped around startled. He hadn't heard the door open.

A skeleton only a quarter taller than himself stood in the doorway. His white eyes looking him up and down.

The small skeleton felt slight relief, even as painful adrenaline pumped through him. It was Cross.

Nightmares youngest member to the gang yet his second in command.

Even so he was the most peaceful and sane from the gang.

The other, after staring at him for a moment headed to the coffee table. In his hand was a plate of food, the other a glass.

"Anyway, I was ordered to bring you breakfast. Boss said for you to eat it here and not on the bed." The taller said softly setting the plate and glass down.

"Also, I'd get out of there if I were you. That's Nightmares reading spot and if he even thinks you touched one of his personal books without his permission, you're heads going to be bashed in worse than Horrors." Cross said without much expression as he walked back to the door.

Swap watched wordless as the other walked out and closed the door. A soft click after let him know it was locked again.

The small skeleton stared at the door for a good minute before glancing over to the table. From what he could see, there was a glass of milk, pile of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon.

The mere thought and sight of food made his stomach twist painfully in hunger.

Slowly he slid out of the nook.

His legs were very shaky now, forcing him to use the wall as a support.

Hesitantly he sat down on the couch and looked over the provided meal.

It was much more than he was expected. Hell, when Nightmare said he'd get food he expected a tiny bowl half full of old cold mush, or at the most a piece of stale bread.

Now sitting in front of the plate, he could smell the fresh, delicious aroma of the bacon and eggs. His mouth watered and his stomach twisted again.

He wanted nothing more than to dig in. But his suspicions was on high alert. He had no idea what was in the meal. It could be poisoned or drugged! It could also be something that just looks like bacon and eggs. One of the gang was a cannibal after all.

It wouldn't be a surprise to find the bacon to be human, the eggs to be from a bird monster and the milk to have some dust in it. Even if it was an exaggeration he didn't want to chance it.

At that thought he hesitantly slipped off the couch and back to the window nook.

He paused before climbing back in, thinking over Cross's warning and decided to just close the curtain and sit on the bed.

Slipping under the canopy sheets he made his way to were he left his phone.

Picking it up and turning it on, he found no callbacks.

Sighing he laid down, bringing his knees to his chest. Hunger and fear wearing him out.

Closing his eyes, Swap decided to try and call his brother later.

Just after a short nap.