Daughter of Death

12. And so, there were two.

Chapter Summary: You meet the skeletons you met whilst on the job. However, they think you've never met before. Oh well.

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"Are you sure about this..." you whispered to Ares. Holding onto his arm, a light frown on your lips at the house in front of you. Still feeling unsure about agreeing to this — it was too late to back out, even if you lived across the street.

Ares shrugged his shoulders, "probably not."

You frowned deeper, not the reply you were hoping for. An out, yes, but not a 'Nah' type of response, Atlas had entered the house, ducking under the door frame and announcing his arrival - in addition, yours along with Ares. The silence that followed almost instantly made shivers crawl your spine.

"Maybe tomorrow then? When I'm more prepared to spend time with people I hardly like." You say, pointing over your shoulder.

Ares turned to you. "k. i'll tell m'bro ya change ya mind, peaches." Even if he said it, the look in his one working socket had told - no, begged you to come along. "'sides, yer not the one who has to live with 'em."

You hanged your head, sighing loudly in exaggeration. The look Atlas would give you might break your heart, never once do you want that look to be directed to you instead of that lady at the supermarket a few days back. Utterly disappointed and sad. Nope, no. Only for Atlas would you get through this night.

And besides, Ares was right. You weren't the one who had to live with them. You blinked softly. "Wait, if you don't want to live with them, why not move away?"

"....can't." Vague, but okay.

He turned to you, held onto your arm encouragingly. "there are sum stuff we can't share with ya, even if we want ta, we can't." Why did he sound defeated?

"I get it, we all have skeletons in our closet." You gave him a toothy, closed-eye smile.

Ares chuckled deeply, the soft rumbles in his chest shaking his hold on you - until he began to laugh out. It was a comical laughter, one you would hear from a villain (or in your case; a demon). His mouth was opened and his hand covered his no -working socket, little tears gathering in his working as he shook his head in disbelief.

"ya got that 'ight." He chuckled, laughter dying down as he glanced over to the door. "we'll be inside, the kitchen..... come in when yer ready, peach." He said, patting your head. walking up the steps and further into the house.

Standing alone, you ran your hand through your hair and sighed. Looking at your place almost longingly, even if you wanted to go back, you couldn't - you wouldn't.

"what made you change your mind?" A familiar voice spoke up. You tensed instantly, the previous mood diminishing like a fire ember. Here the second, home the next. Twisting your tongue in your mouth, you turned back to the skeleton's house. Eyes glaring over the blue-sweater skeleton in front of you, leaning against the beam holding up the porch.

"Atlas and Ares wanted me to come." You say, short and to the point. Sans frowned softly.

"You mean axe and crooks?"

"Ares and Atlas." You bit. Clenching your teeth together. "Look, sans, I still don't like you, and I sure as Hades don't like the orange one either. But Atlas wants this to happen for whatever reason, and I am not about to make him regret it, okay? Sweet Persephone." you grumbled. "Black invited me to have dinner." You say, looking for an out. The way Sans stared at you made uncomfortable shivers crawl up your back.