Loving Every Bone in Your Body

One Shot 2.4 || Happy Anniversary

        Your days had become busy.

"There's another riot on main street." The Mayor grumbles over the phone. You sigh and nod even though she can't see you.

"I know. I heard the news this morning." You say into the cellphone tucked between your cheek and shoulder. You were hurrying around your old apartment, trying to get the last of anything important.

"I heard that there's a few extremist groups that were invited by the leaders of the riot. You and Frisk need to stay out of sight today." You only hesitate for a moment at the news before you're grabbing your bags.

"Okay. We will. We were going to help out our friends today anyway. Keep me updated though. Frisk wants to hold a speech once everything cools down."

"Of course. Just let them know I don't know when that'll be possible." You both sigh.

"Thanks Ms. Bellissimo. Stay safe."

"You too." The moment she hangs up you drop your phone in your pocket.

Your apartment was nearly barren now. All that was left was the furniture. Not only did you not really need it at your new place, but you didn't want to bring too much unwanted attention. Just like the Mayor had said, it was best to lay low.

"You ready?" You look over to Sans, who'd made himself comfortable against the doorway. He doesn't try to smile at you, both of you having been over niceties months ago. With the pressure the two of you were under it was nice not having to keep up a front.

"Yeah, that should be it." You shoulder your bag and then make your way over to the skeleton. He heaves himself off the wall and holds his arm out towards you. Taking it, and feeling the familiar surge of magic, he shortcuts the two of you away.

You set your bags down in your new room. It was filled with other things you had brought from your old place but most of it was empty walls and half-hazardly piled clutter. You hadn't had the heart to clean it or put anything away just yet.

It had been months since the move.

Maybe you should do something.

...

You can't bring yourself to do anything.

You look at the piles around the room and then to the window looking out of the rest of the monster neighborhood. Not a single soul was out. Usually from this window you could hear children playing or go lucky laughing monsters. The streets were empty, quiet, daunting.

It was scary.

The place you were in was no better. Just as quiet. At least it was far from empty.

Leaving the room and shutting the door quietly behind you, you start your way downstairs. Getting through the absurdly large building you had to go past multiple hallways of closed rooms and slumbering monsters before you could reach the ground floor.

The last thing you wanted to do was startle any of the already terrified and cowering monster families hiding in their rooms.

The lobby of the building was as beautiful and elegant as it'd been the day Metaton had moved in. It was always clean, always polished, and always bolstering with excited fans and customers. Well, of course beside right now. For the past couple weeks the hotel was dormant. It was like a witch had cursed the building to sleep, laying it and whoever boarded inside to rest.