The secret/An Undertale story

How to start a bullshit day

Classic woken up by the sunlight hitting him in skull, telling him to "Get out of the bed before you get a punish for it". Slowly opening his eyes sockets, adjusting to the bearly lighted up room. Classic's room wasn't as big like the others, it was small. It had a dressing table near the back corner of the small room, the wardrobe sitting close by, followed by a single, rug in the middle of the room. The colour of the old rug was pale black and nice shade of ice blue, it was still in good condition as well. The bed he was laying in was old, but still useable. Getting out of bed, changed into the clothes he was forced to wear which is a maid outfit and walking to the kitchen to start making breakfast before the others awake.

10 minutes later.

it was finally finish. Breakfast is finished and before everyone wakes up too, a new record. Classic smiled at his complete spread on the table for everyone to enjoy........ all but from himself. Classic walked off to do some other chores before the others awake from their sleep, it's a habitat that he finishes half of his chores before either Ink or any other sanses start their day. After a few minutes, he could hear chatter from the room next to him, Classic knew the others are awake. The hardest part is to avoid them and their "punishments", Classic knew what they could do if he doesn't get in their way or don't do as they say. The next few hours, Classic managed to stay away from a few sanses, nearly got caught by Error and Blue, and finishing the last bit of chores which is too clean some of their rooms (Cross, Ink, Error, Sci, Nightmares and Red's rooms), which wasn't a challenge unless on of them is in their room.  'Almost done, then home sweet home'  Classic thought to himself, exiting Sci's bedroom before entering the last one and probability the worst room in the entire building. Red's. Red has this rule that if you clean his room, you have 5 minutes to clean it before 'it' happens. Classic knew this, knocking on the door to hear if Red was in there. no answer. Classic open the door to see Red's room in almost a pig's die. Mustards bottles was in a messy pile near the dirty clothes pile (another chore for Classic to do as well), papers covered 45% of the room and some things were most likely near the bed which Red didn't like to be made up. 

Classic sighed as started to pick up the bottles of mustard and place the ones that wasn't finished near the foot of the bed, carrying the socks to the laundry to be washed and hung up, the papers were all picked up  and placed on the desk near by, The things were all put away. Classic check to see if the socks were dried, they were. He folded them and put them in the sock draw ready to be reuse. Classic exited the room before the 5 minutes was up. "CLASSIC, COME HERE!!!!!!!! NOW" Classic cringed as the volume of the voice, heading towards the voice. Only to see Dream and Ink with angry expression on their face, arms cross. Classic gulped, hoping he didn't get punished. "Yes D-D-Dream a-a-and I-I-Ink, W-What c-can I d-d-do for y-you?" struggling to keep his strutting under control. He was scared of what both Dream and Ink could do to him. "WHAT IS THIS?!!" Ink yelled, holding a completely random object in his hand as Classic stared at it. He never seen it before in the mansion so it's probability something new. "I d-d-don't k-know w-w-what y-you a-are t-t-talking a-about, I-I n-never s-s-seen t-that t-t-thing i-in m-my l-l-life." Classic told the truth, but either Dream or Ink believed him. No-one really did anyways. "LIES" Both of them shouted as they begin to punch and kick Classic to a pulp, it continue for 2 hours before the two of them left with smiles on their faces, leaving Classic bruised, and probability injuried as well. Classic drag himself to his room, hoping that no-one has seen him leaving. This was happening for 3 months, Classic was losing of hope that someone will save him, but N O-O N E C A M E.