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-Fuuuuck!- said Y/n in the moment the alarm started to sing.
And no, I’m not joking, it do actually sing!
- Please wake up little flower!- it said, and then, a pretty song start to play sang by a beautiful manly voice. Michael Bublè? Frank Sinatra?
Y/n didn’t gave a shit about it. The only thing they knew, was that that song meant ‘wake up’ and they hated that.
However though, that voice was able to lift y/n humor...a little bit. The alarm was programmed to start with the little flower phrase and then play a song, it contained different 5 songs in total, all singed by the same singer. Who, unfortunately Y/N didn’t knew.
This was a gift Eggplant gave to them, Eggplant was not his real name of course, just a nickname his brother gave him after playing that board game...you know...the one with the goose as mascot? That was a weird Friday.
Anyway. Long time ago y/n used to complain a lot about their alarm clock, that click clack all night didn’t make them sleep at all!
Plus the alarm sound. It was an agonizing noise. Apparently they had complained more than they realised because at Giftmas, Eggplant made them a gift, that was already a surprise, but when y/n opened it, damn it felt like somebody throw a nuclear bomb of happiness on their face.
He...had thought not only about giving them a gift but...also about WHAT gift!?
He’s the most lazy of the skelebrothers you knew and he, I repeat, HE pick up his bony ass and go find a gift for them and not only the first shit they found, no no sir. Eggplant used his brain to think which they would like more!
Okay, okay, maybe I’m overreacting, but that gift was the proof he actually listened to them. That realization felt...nice.
Y/n never thought they were that much of friends. Eggplant used to stay on his side of the room all the time, plus when he joined the bros on something, he never said a word directly to them, or talked just for piss them off. Y/n was seriously convinced Eggplant didn’t liked them, especially because of the change of behavior when he was around them, or one of his brothers.
The difference was abissal. With them around he used to never say a word.
Rus, another one of the skelebros, behave similarly sure, but that’s why he’s a really reserved and shy person!
And them he still tries to get involved, he does his best for be part of the discussion or the game etc.
Eggplant instead? He always looked lost in his thoughts, like in a labyrinth he cannot escape. So getting that gift from him for y/n meant a lot.
Y/n knew he’s not a hugger, however that time they couldn’t resist. That time they hugged the silent skeleton, thanking him a billion of times.
While getting ready for the day, y/n started to think about the other guys too, I mean we were on topic anyway, so…
The next face...ugh...skull? WELL they thought about Papyrus first!
Damn if learning his name had been difficult at the beginning!
Human names are easier, at least the majority of them, it’s difficult for a human to found another one with an unpronounceable name. You have to go in country with radical different culture than yours, but around your place, it’s uncommon to happened.
Then monsters arrived.
It. Was. Difficult. Shit!
The shortest ones were kinda easy to remember but long name like ‘Papyrus’! Yeah...It took time for y/n to learn how to pronounce it correctly. Consequently, y/n used to not call him at all for avoid embarrassing situations.
Wouldn’t it be really annoying having someone around, maybe a friend, that NEVER get your name right?
So at the beginning y/n used to ask to somebody else or to ask Sans, the most comprehensive one to call him. Then you finally learned and never stop.
You were so proud of that stupid goal!
After kinda a year he confessed to y/n he thought they didn’t like him, worst, that they hated him to the point they didn’t even wanted to pronounce his name.
- HOW!?- y/n screamed shocked - HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR SOMEBODY TO NOT LIKE YOU!?- maybe y/n overreacted a little. That’s becausePapyrus was the most kind and generous person y/n knew, plus they felt guilt. So after that conversation, y/n never stopped to show how much they appreciated Papyrus.
Luckily they are good friends now.
Then there’s HoneyBear, Honey for short. Called like this for his obsession with the homonymous honey’s brand.
Smart choice sell honey in a cute bear container for the kids.
He’s the most calmand chill dude y/n’ve ever met in their life.
He’s that kind of friend that sends you memes at four in the morning, expecting you to see them. One time at the supermarket you two were looking for alcohol, some wine and when you arrived, BOOM an empty carrel appeared on the way.
Y/n looked at him, he looked at y/n. Y/n said no, he said yes and in a moment, he was inside the fucking carrel with y/n pushing him.
He’s a damn skeleton, HOW in the fucking world can he be so heavy?! Thought y/n.
Y/n, then, had to buy him snacks and a bear-like hat! He’s like a fucking child, but a fun one.
About the wine, it was for Boss. This name tells you anything.
He can’t go to sleep without one glass of wine. Such a spoiled child!
He’s a chef in a restaurant and y/n could learn, thanks to him, that it is a stressing job. Too much. When he finally came home, usually at late night, he was grumpy and short tempered and at the minimum loud noise he snapped as a feral cat.
BUT, when y/n ask him about his job his eye socket glows. He tells about his coworkers, about his manager, work tips, food conservation, what’s the best way to cook rice and other things.
It exist different ways to cut vegetables?! With all of them with a specific name?!
Wait wait, that is not a spoon?!
Y/n learn a lot from him, he’s a good teacher. One time he saw y/n cook eggs forcing them to learn the proper way to do it, plus some variants. At least now y/n knows how to cook eggs.
Boss is not a bad person, he can be extremely nice, it’s like dogs that don’t want to be petted unless you know the right way to do it.
Boss had a couple of scars on his right socket. Now that y/n was thinking about it, Robin and Bear had big scars too.
They were really evident, especially Bear.
They’re the most shy of the boys and never talk about their past. Y/n tried to ask about the scars but they never got answers.
Sans told them it was a difficult topic and just few people knows something about it.
- It’s not they doesn’t trust you_ Sans said -It is just really difficult for him and his brother to even think about it. They had the most traumatic past of all of us, you just need to obtain their trust and give them time kid. But even if, it’s still not said they will open up with you. If they want to talk, it’s just their choice-
That words made y/n understand. They were still curious but Sans was right. It was their choice.
Y/n discovered Robin and brother like camping and mountain trip. So they proposed to go with them once, Robin looked really enthusiast about that.
- Usually...- Said Robin. He and Bear talked really slowly.
– Humans...avoid us. Our...brothers sometimes….too. We...look...diffe...rent. Sure...you...’re...not...scared? - y/n wanted to hug that bean so much. They accepted immediately.
- Why...you...cry?-
- I’m not crying...YOU are crying!- it was a particular Thursday.
They tripped together and they passed a great time! Bear asked y/n to do it again soon.
It was a good step, right?
Then there’s Rus’s brother. BlackBerry is...well...ugh...not nice?
He’s a big fucking dick. Y/n’s still trying to befriend him.
Rus was instead really sweet. Y/n’s stomach grumble? Rus land them snacks. Y/n’s feeling cold? Rus land his jacket.
A generous guy. TOO MUCH.
One time, he tried to land y/n his socks! Just because y/n said theirs were itchy. Or his spoon, blanket, chips, his damns dinner!
- DAMN DUDE! WHEN I SAID CAN YOU GIVE ME A HAND I DIDN’T MEAN THAT!- screamed a desperate y/n. That time Rus tried to cut off his hand.
Y/n understood it soon, Rus, it’s Rus. Plus he has his poker face and no matter the situation, he never change expression. For a long period y/n thought he was a robot.
The only time he changed expression was when y/n made him a gift for his birthday, new fucking socks! With donuts fantasy, because...yeah why not. He smiled.
Fuck if his smile was cute! Enough for fall in love!
And that’s all for the boys, at least the one y/n knew better. Y/n looked at the hour, they still had time for eat something before their shift begin.
They were in eggs mood.
While they were cooking Papyrus called, AWW, he was a sweetheart. Calling them every morning for wish them a good day. Y/n couldn’t understand how he didn’t manage to get a girlfriend yet.
- Hi Papyrus!- y/n said
-HELLO HUMAN! DID THE MORNING STARTED NICELY? I DO HEAR SOMETHING...ARE YOU COOKING? WHAT? -
It was lovely listen to his voice.
- Yes. Yes I am, I’m cooking eggs!-