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You running down the halls bleeding wasn’t the idea you had that afternoon. Your body covered in cuts and bruises, the deeper ones allowing blood to seep into your shirt. You hear distant shouting behind you. “Shit.” You see an open window. You sprint as hard as your tired, beat up legs can towards it. You raise your hands to your chest, whispering words causing small flecks of black appear around you. A deep voice yells to you to stop, but you don’t. Reaching the window, you proceed to throw yourself through it. Then you feel the vast emptiness encompass you for only a moment, then you hit cold snowy ground, hard.  

Your body flies and rolls until it hits what seems to be a pot. You lay there for only a short while thinking about how you barely made it, but now you have to get up and heal yourself. As you try to sit up, your body screaming in pain and close to shutting down from exhaustion, you collapse on the snowy ground again. As your vision blurs, you hear crunching of snow near you.  

 “HEY ARE YOU OKAY?” A figure in blue says much too loud for you at this moment. 

 “BLUE SHE’S INJURED! WE HAVE TO HEAL HER QUICKLY AND GET HER INSIDE!” Another replies. 

You feel your body gently picked up and cradled in this unknown person’s arms. They smell faintly of spaghetti? You close your eyes to listen to the hum of magic coming from this stranger’s chest. It’s full of energy and upbeat, but it has a few notes of worry laced within it. Your consciousness fades as a wave of warm envelops you. 

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You wake up in a bed. Not your bed. Someone else’s bed, specifically a red racecar one. You look over yourself to see how much the spaghetti-smelling stranger had healed you. For the most part, the major cuts and bruises have been reduced but there were still a lot covering your body, that couldn’t fully heal. You pull the covers off and place your feet on the fuzzy green rug next to the bed. You have to get to your room to fully heal and probably change out of your torn, blood-soaked clothes. You slowly get up and head towards the door. When you open the door you are greeted by… an orange sweatshirt? You look up to see a skeleton in a orange sweatshirt and cargo shorts with a sucker stick hanging out the corner of their mouth. “hey” You don’t respond, you don’t quite trust this person yet. Instead you make a questioning motion as to who he is, hoping that he would get the idea. “name ‘s stretch. i gotta be sternum with you, little bee, you shouldn’t be moving quite yet.” Stretch replies to your motion. You cover you mouth to stifle silent giggles at the pun and you respond with a signal that you’re fine, making your way past him towards your room. Stretch follows, for a reason you don’t bother asking for.  

As you’re walking down the hall to your room, you have the biggest realization. You are in your old home. Like it’s your childhood home, but there are skeletons living in your home. Wait a damn moment, why the fuck are they here? How did they even get in? You stop in your tracks, making Stretch bump into your back. You turn around suddenly to shoot a questioning glare towards Stretch. “woah, there little bee. gotta patella to not stop that quickly… is there something wrong?” You make a motion questioning why are they in your house, hoping once again the message conveys. Stretch looks at you for a moment, “oh? we were lookin’ for a place to stay and this place was empty and it didn’t seem like anybody was here for some time. so we moved in.” You think about his response, crossing your arms looking at the wooden flooring. You guess it is reasonable for someone to make it into the house and stay for awhile, besides it’s been awhile since you’ve heard about anyone visiting this house anyways. As for how'd they got in though, is a question you could maybe figure out yourself. You look up from the ground to look at stretch, then your gaze travels to the banister looking over the first floor. Even though they did kind of break into your old home, it looks like they’ve taken cared of it; so you decide that you’re fine with them living here. As for your question as to who “they” are exactly, that’ll have to wait once you’re all healed up and changed. 

After your small enlightenment, you make it down the hall. You stopped in front of your bedroom door. It’s still has your carved questions in the center of it. You try turning the doorknob but it’s locked. You turn around to hear Stretch chuckling from behind you, “that door has been locked since we’ve first got here, but paps has been working on trying to get in since he thinks all those carvings are puzzles.” You smiled at that last statement, those carvings were puzzles. The first answer being how to interpret them, the next one was how to answer the puzzles themselves. But those answers are personal answers, ones that you don’t just give to anybody. You give Stretch a smug smile and motion for him to back up. Stretch backs up a couple feet, perfect. You step closer to your door, placing your forehead against the wood, then you whisper the answer to your puzzles. You hear a small click, meaning that you had unlocked the door. You step back and grab the doorknob and opened your door. You hear an impressed hum from Stretch who is still behind you. You turn around and motion him that he can’t come in. He smiles and replies, “ ‘kay, i’ll be downstairs if you need me, little bee.” Stretch turns and walks down the staircase, which isn’t too far away. You give him a small smile and nod, then turned and entered your room for the first time, in a long time. 

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You enter your room and close the door behind you with a small click. It looks like time has stopped in your room since you’ve last left. The quilt and sheets still fixed from the last time you were here, the fairy lights still hanging from your ceiling crisscrossing the space above you, your plants look green and watered —it seems like those watering globes were a good investment—, and all your research papers are scattered across the floor and your desk. The room is filled with a marigold glow filtered through your window as the sun slowly sets. You move towards your bed and sat down on it.  

You swipe your hand in front of you, pulling up a floating purple screen with multiple views outside the house and lists of its activity. At the top of the screen, its labeled with “SECURITY”. You swipe on the list bringing up a history of different report activity around the house. You see that a few people have been attempting to break in several months ago but there’s one report from three months back that says “WILLIAM entered HOME”. “William? Why would he come back here?” You mutter quietly to yourself. You decide that you’ll ask him about that later, for now you need to finish looking over the security reports. You look at a report a few days after William’s entrance and it says “Multiple GUESTS entered HOME.” “Guests? Oh, that must be when the skeletons moved in. I guess William forgot to lock the doors and put the barrier up again,” You sighed. You horizontally swiped at the screen, dismissing it. You laid down and stretched your arm where your hand was hanging off the edge of the bed. You closed your hand until you felt a buzzing of solid magic. You pulled this sensation over yourself, encasing your body in green magic. A few green screens appear and you tap it a couple times, then it starts to administer its healing magic. The sensation fills you with warmth and you slowly start falling asleep. 

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You wake up, you really have no idea what time it is now. The room is lit with a pale grey light from, what it appears to be, the early rising sun. You decide to get up and change since you haven’t quite gotten out of your ripped and blood-soaked clothes, a much needed shower will have to come after breakfast. You get up and walk over to a door leading into a small walk-in closet. You pick out some jeans, a crew neck, and some fuzzy socks and you make your way to the door. When you open up the door you're greeted by two skeletons you don’t remember meeting yesterday.  

“SANS THE HUMAN REALLY WAS IN THIS ROOM! HOW DID THE HUMAN GET IN THERE SANS? THE DOOR WAS LOCKED WITH NO KEYHOLE!” The taller of the two said with a boisterous voice. This taller one was wearing a red scarf, white t-shirt, blue shorts that are borderline speedos, and bright red boots.

“yeah they were paps. i woodn’t have a single guess as how they got in there. you should ask them, maybe they’ll open up to you.” Sans replied with a grin. Sans was wearing a blue sweatshirt, white t-shirt, black sweat shorts, and pink fluffy slippers. You think that his outfit fits his personality fairly well.

“SANS NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR PUNS!” Paps replied. 

You stood there just taking in what’s going on, it really is too early in the morning for this. However, you make a motion asking who they were, even though they had already mentioned each other’s names and why they were standing at your door early in the morning. 

“HUMAN! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND THIS,” Papyrus points to the skeleton next to him, "THIS IS MY LAZYBONES BROTHER SANS.” 

“hey kiddo.” Sans reaches out his hand for a handshake. However, from previous experiences, you know better to not take it. You make a motion telling him to take off whatever was on his hand. Sans chuckles, “got me there kid.” He takes off a small whoopie cushion from the palm of his hand and you shake hands with him. You motion again why they were in front of your door so early in the morning. 

“OH WE WERE LOOKING FOR YOU SINCE YOU WEREN’T IN MY ROOM LAST NIGHT BUT STRETCH HAD TOLD US YOU WERE IN THIS ROOM. WE WERE TERRIBLY WORRIED ABOUT YOU SINCE YOU WEREN’T FULLY HEALING WITH HEALING MAGIC. BUT YOU LOOK ALL HEALED NOW.” Papyrus looks at you up and down, probably checking if you really did fully heal last night.

You make a signal that you’re feeling much better and that you just need some food for now. You walk out of your room, closing the door with an audible click behind you and the three of you head downstairs. 

Once you reach the bottom of the staircase, you see a blue blur heading straight towards you. You don’t know whether to defend yourself or fight it, so you do both. You catch this blue blur in your arms then pulling both of you to the ground using his momentum. 

“HEY WHAT THE- WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUMAN?!?” The skeleton you just caught asks you in a surprised tone.

You let him go and you both sit up from the ground. You look at the skeleton now sitting on the floor with you: he is wearing a light blue scarf over what seems to be gray armor shoulder pads with a white t-shirt underneath, black shorts, and gloves and boots that matched his scarf. Snapping out of your small trance, you kind of just make a motion explaining that you kind of just reacted to him running at you. 

“OH, I’M SORRY IF I SCARED YOU. I WAS JUST REALLY WORRIED ABOUT YOU AFTER PAPYRUS AND I FOUND YOU OUTSIDE IN THE GARDEN AND YOU WEREN’T HEALING EVEN AFTER WE BOTH TRIED HEALING YOU.” The small skeleton explains, his blue eyes full of worry.

You motion to him that you’re fully healed now and that you’re thankful that he and Papyrus found you. Then his eyes literally turned into stars at the sound of that and quickly leans over to hug you. You hug him back, but then your stomach rumbles quietly. You really needed breakfast or something. Both of you stand back up and you motion to him asking the small skeleton for his name.

“I’M BLUE, I THINK YOU ALREADY MET MY BROTHER STRETCH LAST NIGHT.” Blue points over towards the couch in the living room, a hand peeks over the couch from a wave. You smile at the gesture.

“HUMAN, PAPYRUS AND I WILL BE OUT IN THE BACKYARD TRAINING IF YOU WANT TO JOIN US AFTER YOUR BREAKFAST.” You nod, maybe you might join them after all you do need to brush up on a few things since it's been a while. Papyrus and Blue leave for the backyard leaving you and Sans still standing at the bottom of the staircase. Sans turns to you, “hey kid i’ll be in the living room with stretch, if you wanna tackle some z’s afterwards.” You giggle a bit from the joke and nod. You finally head towards the kitchen. You wonder to yourself as your walking if your first morning here was already this busy, how was the rest of your day gonna be?

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You walk to the kitchen, already exhausted from the energetic encounters you had this morning. You look around the kitchen hoping to find it still there. And it is, your trusty stool. You drag the stool towards a corner of the kitchen, then you step onto it opening the corner cabinet that kept all the mugs and cups in. You saw a few new mugs in there which probably belonged to the skeletons, a couple other more dusty-looking ones, and then finally yours. Your mug was a simple black mug with a purple inside and had white cursive on the front saying "UM Medicine". It had a layer of dust on it, which you guess is okay. At least no one used your mug.

You stepped off the stool and pushed it to the left a bit to reach another cabinet that's filled with different teas, coffees, cocoas, and drink additives like honey, sugar, or creamer. You begin to empty a section of the bottom shelf, to reveal small carvings on the back wall of the cabinet. You place a single finger and think of the tea and coffee related answers. You then push your hand through to grab a solid object and pull it out. It was a small tin box labeled "Murchie's Earl Grey", your secret stash. You'll have blood on your hands if you found out someone used a teabag from your stash. This tea was probably the only thing grounding you in stressful or depressing times. You quickly pull out a pouch and store the tin back in its hiding place. You check if the back wall was solid again--you always check that twice--and you place all the bottom shelf contents back, hiding the carvings again. You step down from the stool, pushing it away making it seem like there was nothing of importance in that cabinet, you hid that tea for so long and you're not about to have someone else find it. You finally place the tea pouch in your mug, add some hot water, milk, and vanilla syrup. When you turn around you see two very tall skeletons walk into the kitchen.

One of them was a tad shorter than Papyrus. He was wearing a black leather jacket lined with white fur and it had a white symbol embroidered onto the upper left arm, white turtle neck, black skinny jeans, and what seemed to be black dress boots. The other skeleton was almost a head taller than Papyrus. He was wearing almost the same thing as the other but the biker jacket was replaced with a more stylish black trench coat. Although the most eye catching thing about them is the cracks on their skulls. Both skeletons had a crack over their right eye trailing upwards over their skull. The crack seemed to cause their right eye to stop functioning, leaving a dark eye socket. Then there was another crack running from the bottom of their left eye and connecting with to the corner of their mouth. You wave at them, hoping you appear friendly to them.

"Oh, good mornin' kid. You doin' better?" The one in the biker jacket says in a deep, smooth tone.

He starts to walk towards the coffee machine, promptly ending any chance of a follow-up conversation. You reply back with a smile and nod. You notice the taller one of the two is still standing in the doorway. He gives a glance to his shorter, bad boy counter part with a sigh.

"Forgive our rudeness, we haven't introduced ourselves yet. I'm Green. The one who needs his coffee to function is G." Green gestures his hand towards G, who is already sipping on his mug with a smile growing on his face.

You look towards the ground and covered your mouth with your hand to stifle a quiet giggle; G and you would get along very well if both of you couldn't function correctly in society if you didn't have your morning drink. While you were internally laughing at your thoughts, you failed to notice G's quiet advancement on you. You only noticed him until he placed a hand on the counter next to you, effectively trapping you in the corner of the kitchen.

"wha- woah WOAH fuckhe'ssoclosepleasestandbackIdon'tthinkIcanhandlethisjustyet," Your thoughts rapidly fires off, making your face heat up. You clutch your tea mug closer to your chest hoping to maybe hide your presence.

"Don't hide your face, kid. Just wanted to get a closer look at you," he coolly says while tipping your face up to look at his.

You're basically internally screaming now, but before you can fully melt under his gaze, Green pulls him away.

"I'm very sorry for G's behavior," Green says as he places his hand on G's shoulder passive-aggressively, "However, I do understand G's interest in you. You had quite an entrance coming here."

You nod, quickly excusing yourself from the room not hearing a question coming from both G and Green. "These skeletons are really…a lot," you think to yourself, quickly walking to the dining table.

Walking around the dining table, you look at the backs of the chairs. Each chair was slightly different since the carvings decorating the wooden backing of the chairs had all different flowers and a series of symbols similar to those on your door or in the drinks cabinet. Then you stop in front of a chair that had tulips carved into it, painted purple and black. You run your hand over the seven symbols accompanying the tulips. "How ironic," you thought. You pull back the chair to sit. You crisscross you legs on the seat and lean back. "What even happened since I've been here last?" You think quietly to yourself. You think back to the security report you looked at earlier this morning, how was William doing? You start to reminisce about when you were little running all over the house with your friends, William and Susan. Your mother telling you all to walk instead or run outside and the deep hearty chuckle your dad had every time he heard your little group being told off. You remember tripping and injuring yourself a lot and your little sister being better at patching you up while always quietly asking you why you were like this. Your eyes begin to sting with tears forming, you take a sip of your tea fighting the feeling and any other memories.

"hey kitten, you're lookin' pret-tea grey there. You doin' alright?" A gold-tooth skeleton says while pulling up the seat beside you. He's wearing a black jacket lined with whitish-gray fur with a red turtleneck underneath, shorts similar to Sans' but the stripes were yellow instead of white, yellow socks, and black sneakers 

You nod looking away for a moment for your eyes to stop stinging. You turn back to him and gesture asking for his name.

"name 's Red, gorgeous. What's yours?" Red asks with a side grin.

Your name? You didn't quite know how to answer that without talking. So you respond with silence.

"ah, bein' a little mysterious, kitten?" He places his arm on the table leaning towards you.

You lean back trying to put some distance between yourself and Red. Then you hear loud stomping coming towards the both of you.

"RED! GET AWAY FROM THAT THING! YOU DON'T KNOW WHETHER IT'S DANGEROUS OR NOT!" The taller edgy looking skeleton said, "WHY IS IT IN MY CHAIR?!? GET OFF!" The taller skeleton starts to reach for you. You slap their hand away. They scoff and proceeded to turn to grab Red and put them under their arm like a football.

"oh, kitten, this is my brother Edge." Red says nonchalantly pointing up at Edge with his thumb.

"RED! THIS THING DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW MY NAME, IT JUST NEEDS TO GET OUT OF MY SEAT!" Edge yells.

Damn this guy needs to chill, but there's no way you're giving up your seat. You motion to the carvings on the back of your seat then you point to yourself. Hopefully they get the idea. They both look at you with confused faces, then Edge's face scrunches up.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? THAT'S YOUR NAME?" He asks, "WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH MY CHAIR?"

You shake your head and repeat the same motion from before.

"uh, boss? I think she's tryin' to say that since her name is on it, she owns the chair." Red says.

You nod, but then you get a really good idea. You motion for a pen and paper. Edge huffs and puts down Red. Edge then points to the living room. Red saunters to the living room coming back with a notebook and a pen. You scribble down an overview of the table with circles around it. You put lines next to the circles and then you write "Write the correct names to each chair and I'll give my chair to you."

"A PUZZLE? FINE. I'LL SOLVE YOUR STUPID PUZZLE AND CLAIM MY CHAIR," Edge snatches the notebook and pen from you and stomps away staring at it.

You giggle, it's not going to be that easy so you'll have a bit of time before he, maybe, solves it. Red takes a seat next you again.

"hehe I think my brother will enjoy that challenge. Imma head to the livin' room if you need me, kitten." Red stands up and walks to the living room.

You sip your tea, it's gotten significantly colder but still warm. Tastes good though. You hope that maybe you could finish your tea quietly, however that wasn't going to happen. G and Green join you at the table.

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You really wanted to finish your tea without interruptions but you think you just jinxed yourself for thinking that. G and Green join you at the table, sitting on the opposite side of the table. G opens up a travel magazine and Green quietly sips at his coffee. You sip at yours while discreetly steal glances at them. You don't know why you were so interested in these two, maybe it was their demeanor or how they dressed. All you know was that you liked them, for an unidentifiable reason.

"Hey kid, you keep looking at us, is there something you need?" G asks, eyebrow raised. Green is also looking at you but still drinking his coffee. You make a surprised noise and curl up in your seat, hiding your face. You shake your head to his question.

G chuckles, "Then are we just that attractive to you, that you can't stop stealing glances?"

Green spits out his coffee. "G. Stop that flirtatious behavior. It is inappropriate to talk that way towards the lady of the house."

"Ah, just kill me now," You think to yourself. You sip your tea hoping it would drown your embarrassment of being caught.

"I apologize again…actually I have a question for you. What is your name?" Green asks.

You wave for them to come over. They come and stand next to where you're sitting and you turn to kneel on the seat so you can point to the carved symbols on the back of the chair.

"So that's your name…um…" Green looks at it closer, "I don't quite recognize this alphabet, do you G?"

"Nope. Kid what language is this?"

You point to yourself. You created it, it was a secret language that you, William, and Susan had used to write to each other in.

"Kid, how are we supposed to know your name if we don't know how to read your symbols?"

You tap your temple. You're not just going to give them the answer, it's more fun this way. Hopefully by the time they and maybe Edge figure it out, you'll feel comfortable to talk around them.

"A puzzle? If that is how you want us to learn your name, so be it." Green smiles.

"Sure princess, I'll play along too." G smirks.

You put on a wide smile. Now there's three people trying to figure out your puzzles, how fun. Maybe you need to get everyone else on it too. You finish off your tea and excuse yourself from the table, waving to G and Green who have already started trying to dissect your symbols.

You wash and dry your mug and placed it back in the cabinet. You head upstairs to your room to grab some clean clothes and take a shower.

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Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, you wonder if Papyrus and Blue are still outside. It was now mid afternoon and the weather outside seemed to be overcast. You walk downstairs and head out to the backyard. You decided to wear some thick leggings, t-shirt, a thick sweatshirt, and some sneakers since you didn't exactly know what "training" encompassed.

The winter snow has almost fully melted but it's still a little chilly outside. You try to warm up your hands before putting them into your pockets. You walk past the garden and the patio to the field behind your house. You still see the skid marks your body left behind when you arrived yesterday. You look around the field to have your eyes land on Papyrus and Blue still out training. Their training seemed to consist of different exercises that you see middle schoolers do during gym and summoning magic in the form of bones. You could see their magic rising from the ground and materializing through the air.

You start to walk towards them, waving your arms so they'll notice you. They come running up to you.

"HUMAN! YOU MISSED OUT ON WARMING UP WITH US. WELL THERE'S ALWAYS NEXT TIME." Papyrus says with a sigh.

"WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO NOW? I DON’T THINK SHE CAN USE MAGIC LIKE US, PAPYRUS." Blue mentions, putting a hand on his chin in thought.

You didn't quite know how you would join in either but then you had an idea, probably dangerous but nonetheless an idea. You tug at Papyrus's glove to get his attention.

He looks at you then squats down so he can talk to you eye to eye. How polite. "YES HUMAN? YOU HAVE AN IDEA?"

You nod. You tug at his scarf, then you make a motion like your tying an imaginary scarf over your eyes. Then with your eyes closed, you start to do sidesteps and twirls. You open your eyes to see both Papyrus and Blue trying to dissect your charade performance.

"PAPYRUS, WHAT IS SHE DOING?" Blue asks.

Papyrus looks at the ground, thinking hard. Then you see his face light up then he becomes concerned.

"ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DO THAT HUMAN? IT'S QUITE DANGEROUS TO BE AVOIDING MAGIC, ESPECIALLY BLUE'S AND I'S TOGETHER." A concerned tone coming from Papyrus.

"YOU WANT TO WHAT?!?" Blue basically yells. He hugs your middle, "BUT WHAT IF WE HURT YOU?"

You wave that it'll be okay and that they can go slowly if they feel better about it. You make another gesture saying that you really want to do it. Papyrus and Blue look at each their with worried glances but then they slowly cave into your enthusiasm.

"OKAY HUMAN. WE'LL GO WITH YOUR IDEA, BUT WE'LL STOP IMMEDIATELY IF SOMETHING DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT." Papyrus proposes.

You nod. This was going to be fun. Papyrus gives you his scarf to wrap over your eyes. Then you hear both of them walk a bit away.

"HUMAN! ARE YOU READY?" You hear Blue yell. You raise a thumbs up. Even though you have your eyes covered, you close your eyes focusing on the sensations filling the air and the ground beneath you. The sensations felt similar to when you first got here, maybe Blue and Papyrus were the ones who found you. Then you feel a rushing feeling to your left, making you sidestep quickly. Then there's multiple of them, coming from everywhere. You quickly dash around trying to avoid them. There were a few close calls making you twirl to negate the air rushing past you from their magic. Then you began to feel their rhythm, moving your body with it like you were dancing. It was becoming more and more natural to move with them until you tripped. Landing on your back, you could feel intense magic everywhere in the ground. You leap to your feet then jumping forward into a roll, making you just barely scrape by their magic. You came out with a few scrapes but other than that, it was a pretty decent recovery for you. You decide to leave the scrapes, Papyrus or Blue will probably heal you and they weren't that bad anyways. You didn't want to make them suspicious of you.

Still standing with your eyes covered you feel Papyrus's and Blue's magic dissipate. You take off Papyrus's scarf to see them running at you at full speed, tears brimming their eyes. Just like before, you brace yourself for impact from Blue. But what you forgot was that Papyrus was also running at you, so all of you fall on the ground once Papyrus tackles you and Blue in an apology hug. You lay on the ground trying to comfort both of them, gesturing that you're fine and that they didn't do anything bad, you just tripped.

"B-BUT W-WE… WE…" Blue attempts to say in between his sniffles.

"WE ALMOST SKEWERED YOU! NYEEEEEEEHH…" Papyrus wails as he clutches you tighter, like you were going to disappear if he lets go. You tap on his arm and pat Blue's head with your other hand, motioning that you forgive them. Their sniffling begins to slow and you tap them on the shoulder pointing towards the house, asking them if they wanted to stop for today. They both nod, maybe a few puzzles will cheer them up.

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Your group walks in to the house and walk into the living room. You see Stretch stretched across the couch with an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth while he was staring at the tv. Red was seated on top of Stretch's legs as if both of them were too lazy to fight about sitting arrangements. Sans was on the recliner asleep with a quantum physics book on his face? "Huh you didn't expect that, quantum physics…?" you'll ask him about it later. You and Blue sit down around the coffee table on the floor waiting for Papyrus to bring down all of his puzzle books and games from his room. Then you remember. You turn to Blue asking for some paper and a pen.

"PAPER AND A PEN…? DO YOU HAVE A PUZZLE FOR US?" Blue face lights up. Papyrus comes running back from his room at Blue's outburst. An avalanche of puzzle related items falling from his arms onto the ground. He hurriedly picks them up and sets them aside. He sits next to you on the floor. You poke both of them, then you point towards the older brother who were all sleeping, then you point to the blank papers Blue had given you. They look at you in confusion, then you write on the paper.

"I want them to work on this puzzle too, so that everyone has a chance to try to solve my puzzles first. G, Green, and Edge already know about them." You write, "The prize for solving the puzzle first is my seat at the dining table, but if you solve the puzzle in general, you get to know my real name."

"WOWIE, A GROUP PUZZLE? I'LL BE THE FIRST TO SOLVE IT, DON'T YOU WORRY HUMAN!" Papyrus proudly claims.

"NO I WANNA BE THE FIRST TO SOLVE HUMAN'S PUZZLE!" Blue gets to up wake up his brother. Papyrus does the same.

The two energetic brothers wake up their brothers and Red, in the process. They all join you on the floor around the coffee table.

"hey kitten. what are you up to?" Red asks looking down at the papers your scribbling on. You point at the finished puzzle, it looked similar to what you had drawn Edge, the dining room table surrounded by chairs with corresponding lines. You write the directions on the paper.

"Write the answers of the chairs on the lines. Come to me with your paper if you think you solved it." You copy the puzzle on another couple of papers, handing them out to everyone.

They all seem fairly excited just for the prize of knowing your real name. You giggle a bit at Papyrus's and Blue's reaction because they felt a little bad for not thinking that you had a name too, but you motion to them that it's okay. Everyone gets up and heads towards the dining room table. Everyone spreads out, going to different chairs to look at. When you walk into the room you still see G and Green sitting where they were this morning but now they had papers spread out around their spots and muttering to each other. You walk over to them, then tapping Green on the shoulder to get his attention.

"NYEH!" Green's outburst startling G as well, they both look at you, "Ah, it's just you my dear. I apologize for the outburst. I was startled, you see G and I were very invested in solving your puzzle. It's quite difficult to solve without any hints."

"So what's up, love?" G asks.

You just shrug, you really only wanted to check up on them. You decided to tell them that if they solve your puzzle first they can have your seat at the dining room table since that was you told the others.

"oh really? Then can you sit on my lap in your chair once I figure out this puzzle first, princess?" G says with a smirk.

"G! I am not working with you so that you can be crude! If that is your end goal, I'll work on this so I'll be the first to solve it to protect her from your sinful thoughts." Green gets up, grabs his papers and scoots a few seats over.

You giggle at G's bewildered expression. You kind of like this inter-household competition, it seemed like this doesn't happen too often.

G chuckles, "I've never seen Green so competitive before. Maybe I should be a little serious about this now, right princess?"

You giggle and nod. G takes your hand in his. "Omgwhatareyoudoingwehaven'teventalkedaboutthisyetineedtimeforthiswaitwaitwaitaaaaaaa…" your face heats up giving away your inner thoughts.

G smirks at you, "don't worry princess. I'll solve it first and I'll keep you safe because your name and seat will be all mine." G then kisses your hand. You then crouch down, curling in on yourself to hide your embarrassed face, but keeping your hand in G's.

"aww princess don't hide your pretty face. I'm only teasing you." G's smug face making you blush even harder. He lets go of your hand and you get up to scamper to the other side of the table where Papyrus and Sans were sitting. Without thinking, you hug Papyrus. You hope his innocent hum of magic washes G's crawling sins off your mind.

"HUMAN! I DO NOT KNOW WHY YOU ARE HUGGING ME BUT I GLADLY ACCEPT!" Papyrus hugs you back. "IF SOMETHING IS BOTHERING YOU PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE TO TALK TO ME." He gives reassuring pats on your head.

You nod and hear G's snickering from across the table. You glare at him, making him look even more smug. You let go of Papyrus, who goes immediately back to working on your puzzle. You see that he's copied all the symbols from the chairs on his paper. You turn to look around the room.

Blue and Stretch were sitting close to each other but it seemed like Stretch was working on it by himself. Papyrus was sitting with Sans solving the puzzle together, but Sans was really just napping. Edge and Red were sitting separately, probably with very different motives for solving your puzzle. You saw G and Green split up after your appearance, you kind of feel bad for being the cause of that. Then again, competition is healthy every once in awhile, right? You giggle at how much everyone was determined to solve your alphabet. Truth be told, you didn't quite know your actual name, the name they were solving for on your chair was a nickname that everyone called you until it became your name.

You walk into the kitchen, grabbing your mug to make hot cocoa. You wonder who's going to solve the puzzle first. Maybe Papyrus cause he interprets your gestures fairly quickly and he loves solving puzzles in general, although it might be tough to beat out Green who seems to be fairly intelligent when it comes to languages. Another person who could solve your puzzle first would be Edge, since he did get it first. You didn't quite know about Blue or Stretch but you never know. You didn't really know where to place Red on the puzzle solving spectrum. As for Sans… maybe solving puzzles were too much work for him. You sip your cocoa, maybe you'll stay here for a bit longer.

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A few days pass since you've introduced your chair puzzle to everyone. No one has approached you about having the solution to it just yet. You wonder if everyone kind of forgot about it or gave up. You put on some jeans and a turtleneck sweater. You walk downstairs into the kitchen seeing Green sipping at his coffee looking down at a notebook in his hand.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Green looks up from his notebook. You nod, moving the stool near the mug cabinet.

"I'm very close to solving your puzzle. However… there are a few markings that are giving me a bit of trouble…" Green says while watching you make a cup of tea. You shrug, you're not about to give any hints to anyone. You walk out of the kitchen leaving Green to work on your puzzle. You walk into the living room and you see Papyrus and Blue sitting on the floor looking down at their papers with your puzzle on it. You wave to them.

"GOOD MORNING! WE ARE WORKING ON YOUR PUZZLE, ALTHOUGH WE HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO RELATE YOUR SYMBOLS TO THE ALPHABET." Papyrus says still looking at his scribble-filled paper.

"CAN YOU GIVE US A HINT?" Blue asks with puppy eyes. You shake your head, no one is going to get hints out of you, no matter how cute or cunning they are with asking you. You proceed to walk out to the backyard, putting on a pair of sneakers on the way out.

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The garden is a bit misty, but it has an ethereal glow to it from the slivers of light peaking over the trees. You go to sit at the patio table. It was a cute metal set your mom had picked out, two chairs and the table. They were showing a bit of wear due to being out in the weather, but you loved it nonetheless. You began to sip at your tea, looking out at the field watching the sun rise.

"hey, little bee." You turn around to find Stretch, with a notebook under his arm. He's in the same sweatshirt and cargo shorts when you first saw him, but this time you see a little bit of a yellow turtleneck peeking out from his sweatshirt.

You wave and motion your hand to the other chair. He sits down placing his notebook on the table, then takes out a cigarette to light it. You watch him as he inhales and breathes out smoke. The small wisps of smoke curling around his skull was almost hypnotizing. Looking him now you never quite noticed the dark circles under his eyes, maybe they were new? Could be not sleep at night? You wonder what was keeping him up at night, maybe he had nightmares too. You stand up, making Stretch look at you. You go to hug him from behind. He smelled sweet and smoky. You nuzzle your face into his neck, feeling your sense of nostalgia seeps into your heart like knives.

Then a question comes to mind. You point at his notebook on the table in front of him.

"My notebook? Yeah sure." Stretch opens up his notebook handing you a pen from inside his pocket.

Still having your head and an arm on his shoulder, you write your question: "Why do you call me Little Bee?"

"No particular reason really. Maybe 'cause your soul buzzes around like one?" He says smiling and leaning his head slightly on yours.

That was an answer you weren't expecting, stabbing your heart even more. He was too much like him, it hurt. The pain in your chest hurt so badly it bubbled up and made your face prickle in uncomfortable ways, making your mouth dry, and your eyes become glossy.

"hey little bee? are you oka-" Stretch cuts himself off, taking his cigarette out and diffusing it. You couldn't stop them falling from your face onto his sweatshirt. He stands up from his seat and turns around to clutch you tightly. You let it all go, letting the tear stream down your face, staining the front of Stretch's sweatshirt. He places his forehead on top of your head and starts to whisper soothing words. You'll have to apologize and explain to him later.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I-I did-didn't mean to. I'm sorry." You barely whisper over and over again into his sweatshirt. Not caring that he can hear your faint voice. You couldn't keep up your silent façade while crying.

"shh… it's not your fault. everything is going to be okay. you don't need to apologize… shh, don’t speak, it's okay. please don't cry," Stretch says quietly into your hair.

Your tears start to slow. Then you and Stretch stand there for a little bit, holding each other. You let go of Stretch and step back from him. You wipe your puffy eyes.

"hey little bee?" You look up at Stretch, who has a gentle smile on his face. "do you want to go inside for a nap? You don't have to get up until dinner."

You nod. Honestly you feel exhausted after crying like that and a nap sounds really good. So you and Stretch walk back inside to the living room. You're thankful that Stretch didn't ask any questions as to why you suddenly started crying, but you know now that someday you'll have to explain. Just not right now, you weren't ready for that. You both make your way to the couch. Stretch flops down on it, holding his arms open. You lie down next to him snuggling into his embrace. His presence was so relaxed, no wonder you were already so comfortable being around him. You feel him playing with your hair; wrapping it, twirling it around his phalanges. The feeling makes you subconsciously push your head into his hand.

"heh, no wonder Red calls you 'kitten'. you kind of act like a cat." Stretch says as he starts to massage your scalp. You make a pleased hum noise. Everything from the relaxed hum of his magic, his sweet smell, to his phalanges massaging your scalp was lulling you to sleep. Soon enough, you did just that.

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I think I solved it. It took me a couple of all nighters, but I think I did it. I walk downstairs from my room to find my little bee. I see Blue and Papyrus in the living room so I walk over to them.

"mornin'" I say to the energetic duo.

"MORNING PAPY!" Blue gets up and runs to hug my middle.

"GOOD MORNING STRETCH!" Papyrus waves from his spot on the floor, "HOW ARE YOU DOING WITH THE HUMAN'S PUZZLE?"

"'m stuck on one part, so 'm just gonna ask them 'bout it." I say, but really I wanted to see them so I can tell them that I solved it.

"PAPY! SHE WON'T GIVE OUT ANY HINTS THOUGH. IF YOU GET ONE CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT IT? PRETTY PLEASE?" Blue says with his eye lights growing big like puppy eyes.

"sure bro, anythin' for you." I say with a smile.

"YAY!" Papyrus and Blue shout together.

"so do you two know where they might've went?" I ask.

"I THINK SHE WENT TO THE BACKYARD." Papyrus replies.

"m'kay, thanks you two." I walk towards the backyard.

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It was a pretty misty outside, when I walked out onto the patio. You were already curled up on one of the chairs watching the sun rise. You looked picture perfect.

"hey, little bee." I sit in the other chair. Since I can't smoke in the house, I might as well do it here. I pull out a cigarette and light it. This was really relaxing after the few nights I couldn't sleep, but the nightmares weren't as bad anymore. After all, I had your puzzle to distract me from them.

Then I hear you get up but what I didn't expect is for you to wrap your arms around my shoulders from behind. I feel your warm breath tickle my neck through my turtleneck, you smelled like lemons and sugar. Why were you hugging me though?

Then you perk up a bit when you point at my notebook on the table.

"My notebook? Yeah sure." I open up my notebook  to a blank page  and I hand you a pen from inside my pocket.

You begin to write. "Why do you call Me Little Bee?"

I thought about it for a moment. "No particular reason really. Maybe 'cause your soul buzzes around like one?" Then I lean my head on yours, letting the same hum of magic softly fill my ears. It was a quiet buzz but it as pleasant.

"hey little bee? are you oka-" I started, but then I felt something was wrong. I took my cigarette and put it out. Then I felt your breath to hitch. I stood up and turned around to embrace you. You put your face into my sweatshirt and started to cry harder. I could hear your soft voice repeating apologies over and over. I place my forehead on top of yours.

"shh. it's not your fault. everything is going to be okay. you don't need to apologize. shh, don’t speak, it's okay. please don't cry," I say trying to sooth your crying.

After a bit your crying turns into soft sniffles and hiccups. We stand there for a bit. I want to know why you suddenly started crying, but now wasn't the right time to ask. The question would probably burn in the back of my mind until I get the answer. You pull away rubbing your eyes. You looked exhausted.

"hey little bee? do you want to go inside for a nap? You don't have to get up until dinner." I smile. You really looked like you need it. You nod. We both walk back inside to the living room.

I make it to the living room first and this is the perfect opportunity. I flop down on the couch, laying across it with my arms open for you. You walk over and lie down with me. I wrap my arms around you and you snuggle even more into me. Damn, little bee. How sweet can you bee? Everything about you reminded me of the flowers in your little garden, small, sweet, and very soft. I start to play with your hair, I could fall asleep doing this. Then you just do the cutest little thing, you move your head a little bit more into my hand.

"heh, no wonder Red calls you 'kitten'. you kind of act like a cat." I start to rub your scalp and you make a sound similar to a cat purring. Maybe I should just call you kitten, too. After a bit you fall asleep. I shift a little bit so that I can get off the couch without waking you up. Maybe I can just surprise you later at dinner with the solution to your little puzzle. Before I got up, I placed a small kiss on your hair. It's just something I usually do to Blue after he falls asleep when he has nightmares. Getting up from the couch, I walk back out to the patio. I sit back down and light another cigarette, wondering about the mysterious nostalgia you had in this house.

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You woke up to violent shaking. You see that it's Edge and he looked pissed? You notice that Stretch wasn't on the couch anymore.

"GET UP HUMAN. DINNER IS READY." As he finished what he needed to say he stomps away.

You sit up slowly, so you don't have your blood rush up to your head. You get up and walk to the dining room and see that everyone has taken a seat with a plate full of lasagna. You see that Stretch is in your seat with an extra plate for you. You walk over to him and wave for him to get up.

"how about you check my paper first?" Stretch says with a smirk.

Your eyes widen with shock. Did he figure it out? You quickly snatch his paper off the table, maybe a little too excitedly. Then you see all the names written: Mom, Susan, William, Queenie, Dad, Mason, Emillee, and James. You look at him then you look at the paper again.

"I'm right aren't I?" His smirk growing to a full-on smug grin, "aren't I, Queenie?"

You start to nod quickly, placing the paper down. You didn't expect Stretch to be the first one to figure out the puzzle, but you're kind happy that he is. You quickly pull him into a hug, excited that he figure it out. You hear a bunch of disappointed "nyehs" and groans at the fact that Stretch was the first one to figure out your puzzle.

"YOU MUST HAVE CHEATED OR AT LEAST GOTTEN A HINT, YOU SMOKESTACK!" Edge roars from across the table, slamming his hands down.

"heh, no I didn't get any hints or anything, Edge." Stretch says a little too passive aggressively for his relaxed demeanor.

"THEN WHAT WAS GOING ON IN THE BACKYARD WITH QUEENIE THEN? SWAYING HER THOUGHTS WITH THAT SICKLY SWEET TONE OF YOURS?" Edge asks with a hint of venom in his tone.

"That's none of your business, Edge." Stretch's left eye socket flared a honey-toned fire. Edge's does the same but his flares a dark red, like blood. Everyone stands from their seat quickly. You ready yourself, just in case.

"edge, let's back down. now isn't the time to fight." Red says cautiously, red beads of magic rolling down his skull.

"YEAH. PAPY LET'S NOT FIGHT IN FRONT OF QUEENIE. YOU'LL JUST SCARE HER." Blue interjects into the conversation, holding onto Stretch's arm to hold him back.

"only if Edge drops it too." Stretch says, his mouth now pulled into a tight line.

"W H A T  I F  I  D O N ' T  ?" Edge's mouth turning into a scowl. His tone much deeper darker than his usual proud, pretentious one.

Then you feel magic being summoned. You see bones glowing a deep red similar to Edge's magic starting to materialize. Then you feel everyone else's magic flare. The room becomes almost suffocating with everyone's magic swirling together. Good thing you're good at acting under pressure. You put your hands together whispering small commands, then you place your hands at your side hoping no one would notice. You snap, pointing your finger towards the floor with small purple flecks floating around your pointer finger. You feel the pressure from everyone's magic instantly disappear. You silently thank your mom and dad for using that enough on you and William for you to remember that.

With everyone's magic dealt with, you look around the room to see multiple confused faces.

"WHAT THE- WHAT HAPPENED TO MY MAGIC?" Edge screeches.

"It seems to me that our magic has been cancelled out by something." Green replies looking around the room.

Everyone seems to looked around the room for the source of the nullification magic, but nobody's eyes landed on you. So as a person who sees everything through, you quickly grab onto Stretch's waist. You bury your face so no one can see and you start to hiccup and sniffle like you were scared and crying. Maybe you should throw in a few fake tears? You had to make this as authentic as possible.

"queenie, I'm sorry. did we scare you?" Stretch says turning and squatting down to look up at your face, now stained with fake tears. He cups your face with his hand and starts to rub his thumb against your cheek wiping away tears. His expression changes from a concerned one to a skeptical one, "unless… we didn't scare you at all?"

You hear Blue and Papyrus gasp. "PAPY! HOW COULD SHE NOT BE SCARED?!?" Blue exclaims. He runs to you hugging you and petting your head comforting you, "QUEENIE IS LITERALLY CRYING!" You do a little sniffle to get his point across.

"I'M SORRY QUEENIE, YOU WERE SO FRIGHTENED BY OUR MAGIC BUT THANKFULLY YOU WEREN'T HURT." Papyrus says walking over and pulling both you and Blue into a hug.

"hey stretch? what do you mean by 'she wasn't scared at all'?" G asks.

"Yes, I would like to know your reasoning behind that statement, as well. It seems that you're assuming that she's the one who cancelled all our magic." Green adds.

Everyone becomes quiet and turns to Stretch. You're still being held by Blue and Papyrus but it feels more defensive rather than comforting.

"it's just that queenie seemed to be fine when all our magic went off. she didn't immediately cling to me or Blue." Stretch explains with a serious tone, taking side glances at you.

"Interesting, he knows how to read people pretty well, like a lie-detector," you thought, "or maybe he was just very observant."

"BUT PAPY! MAYBE SHE FROZE UP AND DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO." Blue says defensively, clutching you tighter.

"don't worry Blue, I'm just voicing my thoughts. I'm not saying anythin' bad 'bout Queenie." Stretch says his tone changing to a more relaxed one.

Sans coughs. You didn't notice that he's been silent this whole time. "I think we should spaghetti-ng to this dinner before it gets cold."

"SANS!" Papyrus yells. You giggle, happy that Sans ended the conversation and brought everyone's attention to dinner. Everyone sat back down, however you didn't have a seat now. You pick up your plate and started to eat while standing.

"QUEENIE, WHY ARE YOU EATING WHILE STANDING?" Papyrus asks from across the table.

You gesture that there isn't any seats left at the table. You put another bite of the lasagna in your mouth. It's okay, but Susan could probably make it better.

"QUEENIE YOU CAN SHARE A SEAT WITH ME!" Blue says next to you, scooting over on his seat. You shake your head and wave for him to stand. He stands with a confused look. You sit on his chair and then patted your lap. His eyes turning to stars accompanied by a light blush of blue, dusting his cheekbones. He climbs up onto your lap and you both start to eat again. Dinner was fairly light and cheery afterwards, with a few claims from G and Papyrus that you have to sit with them next dinner. Afterwards, everyone starts to head to bed, exhausted from the intensity from earlier. You change into an oversized shirt and put on some fluffy socks. You get into bed and fall asleep.

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You were alone and it was dark. You felt so very empty, like your body wasn't there anymore. Then you heard voices coming from somewhere in the darkness. You begin to walk in the direction you think it's coming from, then you see your parents standing there. You begin running to them and they open their arms for a hug. You're surrounded by their warm embrace, you could feel their chest rise and fall and their loving whispers. It was all too wonderful.

"Sweetheart? I love you so much." You hear your mother say.

"You've grown into a fine woman, Queenie." You hear your father say.

You look up but all you see are blank faces, actually no face at all. You scream stumbling backwards away from them. No words could come out of your mouth only your piercing screams into the endless darkness.

"Sweetheart? I know you had to but why? Why are we gone now?" Your mother began crying tears of blood.

"My daughter. I knew one day you'll surpass me, but… I never knew it would be like this." Blood began to soak through his clothes.

You begin to stutter out apologies as you slowly look down at your hands. Blood. That's all you could see, their blood was on your hands. You looked up again and their bodies were on the ground, lifeless. You scramble on all fours to their now limp bodies. Blood was seeping out from their clothes as you cried out into the darkness apologies and pleads for help. Tears streamed down your face as your voice got hoarser and quieter, until you were only sobbing on the ground.

"You did this. It's your fault. You spilled their blood and soon enough I'll spill yours." A voice said behind you. You sit up to turn around and what you see is the last face you want to see. The sight makes your blood freeze over.

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You woke up in cold sweat. You felt dried tears all over your face. Your hair sticking to the sides of your face. You needed to drink, you're not going to sleep after that nightmare. You look at the clock next to your bed, 1:14am. You get up, you didn't feel like putting on pants. Screw the fact that you lived in a house full of guys. If they tried anything while you're in this mood, you're about to kick their ass to heaven and the stars above.

You walk downstairs and into the kitchen. You go to a cabinet near the fridge, you open it up. You see all of the wines your parents used to drink, William's, Mason's, and James's beer collection. You close the cabinet, you needed a little bit of a better tasting drink to shake off tonight's nightmare. You see William's symbols at the bottom corner of the cabinet. "sneaky turd thinks he can hide his stash," You quietly mutter to yourself. You place a finger on his carved symbols muttering his stupid answers to his dumb questions. Then you open the cabinet revealing all different types of vodka, tequila, whiskeys, and bourbons. You grab your favorite out of the bunch, a honey flavored whiskey. You place it on the counter, grabbing a glass from the mug cabinet. You open the bottle and start to pour yourself one. You quickly down that glass. Then you fill another and down it again. When you're pouring your third glass you hear noise from behind you. You whip around to see Red standing there with a surprised look on his face.

"hey queenie, you a'ight there?" Red says as he slowly walks towards you.

You nod, downing your third glass and pouring your fourth. You down that one too, feeling the alcohol burn your chest. It was distracting enough to forget about the constricting pain in your heart. You start to pour your fifth, you hear Red stop beside you. You look at him then the glass. You offer it to him.

"nah 'm good for tonight, sweetheart. just came to see what the noise was 'bout." Red says, watching you as you shrug and down it. You head spins slowly and the burn feels much nicer now. You pour your sixth but before you can put the glass to your lips, Red's hands push it back down to the counter.

"I think you should stop for tonight." Red says as he grabs the bottle of whiskey and your filled glass. You make a growling noise from the back of your throat. Red stops and looks at you with a startled face. You gesture to give back your glass and the bottle. Your vision begins to swirl with the alcohol kicking in. You really just want to drink in peace.

"sweetheart, even though you're actually a bit intimidating right now… I rather not do that." Red says as he puts down the glass and bottle on the counter a good distance away from you. Oops, maybe you're letting a little too much go. "how about…we just go and sit on the couch for a bit okay?" He reaches out to hold your elbow, but you pull back. You stumble into the corner, bracing yourself on either side by holding the counter. You glared at Red. "m'kay, I wont touch you. just come and sit on the couch with me, 'kay sweetheart?" Red says putting his hands into his coat pockets. He slowly starts to walk to the living room and you followed.

Red sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him, for you to sit down. Instead you just stood there, staring at him.

"sweetheart…?" Red said tentatively. You then slowly walked towards him and straddled his lap, burying your face into the fur of his coat and you hands grabbing the back of his coat. He tenses up at your actions, but slowly relaxes when you don't do anything else.

"hey queenie…" Red starts, "you can cry if you want. I have nightmares too and it helps sometimes."

With those few words, tears began to spill from your eyes. You feel Red slowly start to rub your back and hold the back of your head. You begin to mutter apologies barely above a whisper, over and over again. You hope that maybe someone someday will forgive you. Maybe one day you won't be haunted with these nightmares of your dead family. Your parents, your sister and her fiancé, and your fiancé, they were all physically gone, but they always come back to kill you, from the inside out. Maybe you can die and join them, but you knew they wouldn't want that.

"'m sorry if I can't comfort you…the correct way like Papyrus and Blue can, but…" Red pauses, "I'll be here for you. anytime, day or night and anywhere, just say my name and I'll be there. 'kay sweetheart?"

You don't respond, you can't respond between your sniffles and hiccups. You just hold him tighter. You've never had someone to hold you on these kind of nights. You always felt so alone. Hopeless even. But even if tonight is the only night that you'll have someone to cry on and to comfort you. You're filled with determination to make it to the next day.

You fall asleep on Red lap.

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Edge turns to walk away. You grab his hand and giving him a pleading look. You really didn't need any drama in this house. If there ended up being drama, you might as well start preparing your early departure from your old paradise. Which might happen.

"HUMAN! DO NOT TOUCH ME!" Edge snarls. "YOU CANNOT STOP ME. BESIDES THE OTHER HOUSEMATES WERE FRANTICALLY LOOKING FOR YOU TWO." He shakes off your hand, a bit more roughly than you would've liked.

"Edge." Green's voice drops to a much more serious darker tone, "I can tolerate many things that you do… but mistreating a lady in front of me is not one of them." Green steps out of your room and in front of you.

"DO I LOOK LIKE A PERSON WHO WOULD CARE?" Edge snaps back, squaring up to Green. Green was visibly taller than Edge but Edge didn't seemed to be the one to back down.

You tugged on Green's white sweater to get his attention. Green keeps his gaze on Edge for a bit more then he turns to you. You shake your head to tell him it's not worth to get upset over. Green sighs.

"If you want me to let go of this matter, Miss Queenie, so be it." Green walks past Edge towards the stairs, however he barely makes it there until Edge opens his mouth again.

"RUNNING AWAY, GREEN? JUST BECAUSE THE HUMAN SAID TO? HOW WEAK ARE YOU TO LISTEN TO IT? OR DID IT SEDUCE YOU WITH THEIR MAGIC?" Edge spits out without turning around to look at Green.

Before Green could march back and give Edge a piece of his mind. You already lunged at Edge, making him shriek. Both of you tumble to the floor. You pin his arms to the ground with your knees, straddling his chest and gripping his scarf in your hand. You're glaring straight into his eye lights. He's glaring right back at you. Everyone else in the household has probably run up the stairs to see who's shriek it was. You feel magic surround you then throwing you into your room. Your body slams into your desk. Quickly shaking off your dizziness and the pain shooting up and down your back; you stand up and quickly slam your bedroom door. What are you supposed to do now? You lost your temper for only a second and look where it got you, a house full of now, probably, angry and bewildered skeletons. There's two things you could do: you could go out there and try to diffuse the situation with the potential of being slammed into something again if you're not careful or… you could call them. Then you hear banging outside you door. You thank your parents again for reinforcing the house to take a beating whether it be magical or physical. You decide that maybe it won't hurt to call them. With a little bit of magic, you draw a small spell circle on your palm.

It begins to emit small black flecks and you whisper, "Hey, I'm at the house. Can you come by?" Then it disappears.

You swipe at the air in front of you bringing up the purple security screen again. You see that all of the skeletons were still standing outside your door either pounding on it, readying magic to bust it open, or simply standing there frightened by all the noise and magic. You wave it away and you get up from your spot on the floor. Walking over to your bed, you crawl over to your window to open it. You look down at the patio and see that there's no sign of anyone. It was a two story drop from your window to the ground, but for you it wasn't that bad. You shift yourself to sit on the window sill and you drop gracefully to the ground, with a little help from gravity magic. You walk around the side of the house to see a man and a woman standing at the entrance talking, it was William and Susan.

William was a bit taller than you but not as tall as Papyrus. He still has his childish shaggy brown hair, but now it's long enough to be pulled back into a ponytail. He was wearing his formal robes, which kind of looked like a costume you would see in Aladdin: puffy white cotton pants, a loose fitting white shirt, and a light blue tunic with a silver dragon displayed on the front. He was probably still working when you called. As for Susan, she was about the same height as William. She had her long black hair pulled into a neat tight bun. She was wearing a white button down and deep forest green plaid slacks; she probably got off work early, like usual.

"Hey." You say waving to them.

"What happened? You disappear for what? Two weeks? And here you are calling us that something went wrong. Queenie you've got to be saying something better than 'I'm sorry.'" William says with a huff, crossing his arms.

"I didn't say anything was wrong. I just… told you were I was." You say with a meek smile.

"I agree with William. But what on Earth did you do this time? Did you remove the magic inside again? Or did you teleport the stairs to somewhere in the forest again?" Susan says casually.

"No, not really. I tackled a person who lives here because he was belittling someone in front of me then called me a seductress and more or less referred to me as a lower life form." You say using Susan's casual tone, shrugging.

"What the fuck you mean 'I tackled someone who lives here'? What do you even mean someone lives here? What the fuck." Susan replying in a confused tone.

"Oh, you should ask William, he's the one who forgot to put up the barrier, allowing eight skeletons to move in." You shoot a glare towards William who has a shocked look on his face.

"God, so all this came from William being his usual turd self?" Susan says while turning to glare at William too.

"Whaaaaaat? Who the fuck are you calling a tur- WAIT!" William looks between you and an annoyed looking Susan. "So somehow this is all MY fault?"

"How else are people, let alone skeletons, get through Queenie's parents', basically, impenetrable barrier other than someone forgetting to close it?" Susan says waving her hand around. "I know Queenie wouldn't do that because she's good about that and I haven't been here recently. So obviously you're turd ass forgot to close the barrier again."

"What were you doing here, William?" You ask.

"Fine. I came here to grab my stash of Wiz's special made mage alcohol and I forgot to close the barrier. I'm sorry." William says in defeat looking away from you two.

"Stupid." Susan says shaking her head, "So fucking stupid."

"IT'S NOT STUPID, THAT LIQUOR WOULD GO FOR HUNDREDS OF GOLD IF IT WAS SOLD BACK AT THE KINDGOM! It's speeeeciaaaaaal, Susan." William says defensively.

"You're special to forget the barrier." Susan casually shoots.

"Ouch." You say. "Anyways, forget the liquor and William's screw up, can you guys help me out?"

"Sure. Would love to scare a few kids." Susan says pounding her fist into her palm.

"Well… I wouldn't mind showing a few bones the consequences of messing with a sibling of mine." William says with a mischievous dark smile creeping up on to his face.

"Please don't kill them." You say quietly as you followed them to the front door and back inside.

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Once Susan stepped one foot inside, she took a deep breath in. "EVERYONE WHO BROKE INTO OUR HOUSE GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Susan yells authoritatively.

At that moment all those who could teleport did and all those who couldn't scrambled down the stairs. You quickly hid behind William, he chuckles at your gesture.

"Now that I've got all of your attention, first thing first: who found our house and decided that it was okay to come in here? Don't worry I'm not coming for you anytime soon." Susan's tone changing back to her casual one but still was fairly intimidating.

"I found it, kid." Sans speaks up, his left eye light alight with a blue flame. "Looked like there wasn't anybody here for a long time and it was unlocked."

Susan turns to William with a glare, William raises his hands in defense.

"M'kay, sounds good. Now here's the real question for you boys," Susan's expression darkens and her eyes turn vicious, "WHO'S BEEN BULLYING QUEENIE?" Susan cracks her knuckles stepping forward, you feel her magic aura rolling off in angry waves.

You feel the magic rise in the room, everyone preparing themselves for a fight. Although, it was kind of fun to see Susan her usual self again. You tug on William's tunic to let him know that he has to reel in Susan before you really have to step in and do some serious cleaning.

William nods at your gesture and casually walks between the two tense groups, leaving you at the door. "Look, we only want to talk and reason with you guys. We're only being so defensive like this is because Queenie is like our younger sister. So either you all stand down and listen or we do it the hard way."

"YOUNGER SISTER?" You hear Blue shout from the back of the skeletal group.

"Yeah, we grew up with her. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm William and that furious woman behind me is Susan. So all we want to know is…" William smiles, "Who's been bullying Queenie. Okay?" His aura feels as if electricity is sparking all over the place, charging the already heated atmosphere.

"We just don't tolerate that kind of bs, you know?" Susan casually says, "Right, William?"

"Righty-O, Susan."

You're still by the door, watching everything go down. This is interesting, but once again this wasn't the time to let them loose. You walk over to William standing next to him, you tug at his robes again. He looks at you, and you make a sigh noise.

"Fine, fine. Whatever you want Queenie." William says while waving to Susan. Then you feel both their auras die down leaving the skeleton's tense magic-filled atmosphere.

You tug at William's robes again. "You know you could just like… do that thingy you know?" He says, "I know you're uncomfortable but like it would make a lot of things easier."

You shake your head, you hated talking. You just pull him down by his collar and whisper very quietly into his ear of what you want to say aloud.

"Ah…okay." William stands up straight again, "From Queenie, I'm sorry for tackling you, Edge. I was just getting tired of having drama and I just got very angry. I didn't intend on hurting you or anything, I just wanted to get a point across. Hopefully you got the idea. End of message." William sighs, he's probably bored now that he has to be diplomatic.

"THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF IT HADN'T STAYED IN IT'S ROOM WITH GREEN FOR TWO HOURS." Edge declares venomously. He smirks like he's just brought death upon you, but really all he did was bring Susan's wrath upon himself.

Susan appears before him in a flash making him jump back a bit,  "I ASSUME YOU MUST BE EDGE IF YOU'RE SO BOLD TO CALL QUEENIE THAT IN FRONT OF ME."

You panic, knowing Susan she'll probably beat his ass before he can respond. Thankfully William is fast enough to yank her away, "God, Susan we're trying to be diplomatic here. Can't you listen to Queenie for once?"

You cross your arms looking over at Susan then you point towards the door. She makes sounds of protest and you flick your head towards the door again. She sighs, dropping her shoulders in defeat. She bows and mutters a quiet apology and proceeds to walk out the door closing it behind her. You sigh, you should've just called William.

"Thank you, Queenie." William pets your head. "Now, since the most aggressive one is out of the picture, can we all sit at the table and discuss our dispute?" Without taking an answer he starts to head for the dining table behind the skeletal group and sits in his chair. Everyone follows suit but the only ones who sit are Green, Edge, and Sans, the rest stand on the other side of the table. You sit next to William.

"Now then. Let's get one thing straight. Queenie owns this house and you all might as well give her the respect she deserves since she could very well kick you all out." William states. "Now, to clarify the situation that caused for all this to happen…" William looks to Edge.

"THE HUM-" Edge cuts himself off, "AHEM, QUEENIE AND GREEN HAD STAYED IN HER BEDROOM FOR FAR TOO LONG. WORRYING THE REST OF THE HOUSEHOLD. IT WAS INAPPROPRIATE FOR THEM TO STA-"

You cut Edge off by raising your hand. He's really bothered by that. "HUMA-" You glare at Edge. Then you look at the group of skeletons, your eyes landing on Red. You make a gesture towards him for him to speak up about what happened the night before. He's sweating nervously, you nod giving the signal that it's okay to talk about it.

"uh… so um… last night I had found Queenie drinkin' like it was the 'nd of the world. she had some nightmares, pretty bad ones, if she was drinkin' that much. she probably woke up the next morning with a hangover 'nd 'm assumin' Green had offered to do a check up on 'er. that right, Green?"

"Yes, she seemed to be quite unstable when I saw her this morning and I decided to assist her in her recovery." Green didn't say anymore.

Everyone was quiet and looking at you. You shrunk down in your seat, all the stares made you more uncomfortable.

"Queenie…" William quietly says, "which nightmare was it this time for you to be drinking that badly?"

You look down at the table and you point towards your mother's and father's chairs. You hated thinking about it. It was bad enough to even have had that nightmare, you didn't want to think about it anymore.

"I'm sorry. I should've known you would have had those after… nevermind." William hugs you. You didn't feel like crying, you kind of just felt numb. You've just dug yourself deeper in whatever this was.

"QUEENIE? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR MOM AND DAD?" Papyrus asks.

"Um… Well." William replies taking a glace down at you, "She'll… tell you when she's ready."

It'll be awhile until you're ready to talk about that. What transpired before you came back to the house might be too intense for you to think about right now. You don't think that it's the right time to tell your skeletal housemates, since it would take a lot of… talking to explain everything.

It's been wonderful meeting everyone but you were truly exhausted now from everything. You wanted to sleep for at least a week at this point. You could hear William and the skeletons discussing something, but you weren't processing any of their words. You could feel your exhaustion crawl and spread through your body that was begging for some decent rest.

You stand up abruptly making your chair screech back against the hardwood floor. The voices around the table went quiet. You slowly start to walk towards the staircase. You hear William call your name a couple times but all you cared about now was the sweet embrace of sleep. You walk up the stairs and into your bedroom. You lean against your door and slid down it until you were sitting on the floor. You bring your knees towards you, wrapping your arms around them.

"Everything will be okay. You'll be okay." You quietly reassure yourself as you doze off on the floor.

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The whole household moves inside to the dining room table. Everyone was quiet and you could feel everyone's apprehension around you, Susan, and William. The three of you sit down at the table while the others either sit on the other side of the table or stand in other places in the room.

"Let's start off with actually telling who you three are." Green says from the other side of the table.

"I'll…introduce Queenie…" William looked at you. His eyes slowly dim from their electric blue to a faded cool gray as he slowly opened his mouth to speak, "…it may seem almost ironic… but Queenie is her Majesty of our kingdom… she came back to this house to escape an assassination attack… from her sister's faction." William looks down at the table and you hear him mutter, "..tch… to think they've found this place..."

William pauses waiting for any response. There was none, so he continued to talk.

"As for myself, I'm Queenie's bodyguard. I had stayed behind to hold off most of the attackers to prevent them following her here. I had planned on meeting her earlier but I didn't want to give away where this house was to the attackers." William looks down at the table as he finishes explaining.

"I'm Queenie's secretary and bodyguard as well. I have the same reasoning as William as to why we didn't come sooner." Susan says looking over at you and William.

It's quiet again.

"so how many did you kill in total? before coming here?" Stretch says bluntly, a cold expression on his face.

"PAPY! YOU CAN'T ASK THEM THAT!" Blue says tugging at Stretch sweater with tears in his eye sockets, threatening to spill over.

"spit it out." Stretch snapped, baring his canines.

William sighed and looked at you and Susan. "I don't thin-"

You tugged at his sleeve and nodded slowly. They deserved to have all their questions to be answered.

You heard Blue quietly mutter to Stretch as tears rolled down his cheekbones, "how could you…"

"Just Queenie alone… she's…" William looked at you with the deepest of regrets in his eyes as the words slowly slipped out, "killed…probably…hundreds…of thousands…" He paused with his mouth slightly agape, then closed it again. His eyes were devoid of their electric blue color.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You hated to hear it, but it was true. How could you lie about that number? The ones who you judged and executed for trial, the armies who had come to conquer only to be cut down in the matter of minutes, or the one country that had truly crossed the line. You could feel tears prickling your eyes and your throat becoming tighter as you held them back. Then you heard a cough, making you look up slightly to see it came from Papyrus. He looked nervous but you saw that his eye lights were full of sadness.

"S-SO… WH-WHAT HAPPENED TO… TO QUEENIE'S FAMILY…?" Papyrus was looking everywhere except you, Susan, and William, while holding his brother's hand. Sans was looking down at the floor, with empty eye sockets.

"Queenie's father, mother, and sister are dead. In… royal mage tradition, the successor must… kill their predecessors… as for her sister… she had fought Queenie for the throne in a duel but… lost." Susan managed to say; however the words looked like they drove knives into her chest.

"hold up… you're missing two people. Mason and James. Who are they?" You hear Red say from the staircase, who was sitting next to his brother. The pair looked unfazed by the situation.

"James was Emilee's, Queenie's sister, fiancée. He was the head of her faction after Emilee's duel but due to illness and heartbreak… he had passed away recently. Which caused the faction to lash out and attack…leading up to these recent events." William said now with a neutral face. "As for Mason, he was… Queenie's fiancée… he had went missing during a battle a few years back."

A small huff came from G, who was sitting next to Green, "You had a fiancée, princess? How… unexpected." He gives a pained smile.

You didn't even notice the hot tears running down your cheeks and dripping onto your shirt. You try to wipe them away with the heels of your hands but they kept coming. You started to choke out sobs, crying harder. You felt William and Susan quickly hug you on both sides and whisper small words of comfort to quiet you. You had kept all of your emotions locked up in the darkest place of your heart when it came to your family but this was one of the few times where that lock broke down and everything came flooding out.

"Can… we stop this for now?" You hear William ask as he pets your hair.

"I think… that'll be for the best." Green responds as he stands up. He avoids looking at you and your two siblings.

Everyone either moves to go upstairs or stayed in their current spot. William and Susan stay in their seats to hold you as your crying quieted down. After a few minutes, your crying subsided to sniffles.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" William asks you in a soothing tone.

You nod.

You, William, and Susan stand up and begin slowly walking towards the staircase. Then you feel something bump into your back and wrap around your middle. You turn a bit to see it was Blue.

"I-I'M SORRY… ABOUT MY BROTHER. H-HE…" Blue trails off, his sentence being replaced by sniffles.

You pet his head and you give him a small smile. "It's okay," You mouthed to him.

"B-BUT… IT'S NOT…"

"It's okay." You mouth again.

"…okay." Blue' says in raspy whispers, then he heads upstairs to his room.

William and Susan follow you to your room, holding each of your hands in theirs. You close your bedroom door behind you and walk over to your bed. You sit on the edge of it, while Susan sat at your desk, and William sat on the floor.

"You need to take a serious shower, Queenie." Susan says looking at you up and down.

You shrug, little flakes of dried blood coming off of you as you do so. You didn't really care about anything right now, everything just felt numb. Being honest, you had forgotten that you were covered in blood from earlier.

"Here…" William gets up from the floor and walks over to your closet, "I'll grab you some clothes and Susan can help you with a bath. Does that sound okay?"

You nod slightly, then you stand up from your bed. Susan grabs your hand and the two of you walk out of your bedroom, down the hall, and into the bathroom. When you both get there, you see Edge getting ready for bed. He looks at Susan, then you.

"I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I'M NOT SCARED OF YOU. I'M NOT SCARED OF ANYTHING." He bends down to get a bit closer to your face. "AND I HOPE YOU REMEMBER THAT." He walks past the two of you to his room.

"Well… that's nice? Let's get the bath running for you…" Susan guides you into the bathroom and closes the door behind you. While she starts to heat up some water for your bath, you quietly sit on the bathroom floor thinking to yourself.

Is everyone scared of me now?

What do they think of me now?

Should I leave tomorrow?

Go back to the kingdom?

Would they care if I left?

What should I do?

Is there anything I could do?

"Do they hate me?" You quietly whisper.

"It didn't seem like Edge and Blue did." Susan replies. "Which means that it's possible to still be able to talk to the others about it. After all, no relationship can flourish without communication. If they want to open up, they'll talk to you. If not, that's their loss; you're a wonderful person no matter what."

"But… I killed people." You mutter bringing your knees to your chest. Your throat felt dry. You felt like crying again.

"So? In my opinion, it's more like self-defense. You defended our country, yourself, and them." Susan turns to look at you. "Now… let's get your clothes off of you."

You stand up and you have Susan help you peel off whatever blood-soaked clothes you had on. You step into the water-filled tub and sitting down in it. The warmth immediately wrapped around you like a blanket and washed off bits and pieces of dried blood from your skin. Susan began to scrub off whatever didn't come off when you got in, then shampooed your hair, humming while she did.

"Feeling any better?" Susan asked as she rinsed your hair and unplugged the tub.

You nod. Any leftover fuzziness from earlier was replaced by sleepiness.

"That's good. One last rinse and I'll dry you off." Susan turns on the water letting it run until it became warm. Then with a little swish of her finger the water began to move in palm-sized spheres, floating over to you then splashing down over your head and back, rinsing any last bits off of you. With another swish of her finger, the water returns to normal and she turns off the water.

You slowly stand up and Susan wraps you up in a towel. You sit on the edge of the tub as she goes to grab a comb out of one the bathroom drawers, "M'kay, I'm going to dry your hair now." She begins to run the comb through your hair, wringing out a decent amount of water from it. Then you feel her fingers running through your hair, making your head feel lighter every time she did. After a few minutes rotating between the comb and her fingers running through your hair, it was dry. You turn to look at Susan and she was directing a small ball of water to the tub drain; that was probably the water from your hair.

You hear knock from outside the door. It opens slightly and you see a small bundle of clothes slip through the crack. You stand up and walk over to take it, closing the door as William's arm slips back out. You look through the clothes that he chose out: a pair of white flannel pajamas, a t-shirt, and comfy underwear.

"Huh, that looks comfy. I'll give him props for that. Anyways I'll let you change since you seem to be feeling a bit better; I'll be in your bedroom. Is it okay if I borrowed some of your clothes?" Susan says walking to the door.

You nod to her question and she leaves you alone in the bathroom. You quickly change into the pajamas and rummaged around the bathroom cabinets to find an unopened, unused toothbrush. When you found one, you brushed you teeth and left the bathroom. When you stepped out into the hallway, you bumped into someone.

"Ah sorry, Princess."

You quickly glance upwards, It was G. You look back down at the ground to avoid looking at him. It was still weird to look at any of your housemates because of earlier. You do a quick apology bow and tried to move around him, but he catches you by your upper arm.

"Wait. Umm…"

You stop and he lets go. Turning around, you keep your sight on the floor seeing that he was wearing a pair of simple yellow slippers.

"I… um…" G hesitates.

You look up to see G, looking… shy? A flirtatious bad boy being… shy? He was looking down at the floor, rubbing the back of his skull, and he was still dressed but he didn't have his jacket on.

"I… just wanted to know… if you really did have a fiancée?" He slowly looks at you in your eyes.

You nod. Is that what he wanted to ask? Is that really what he was stressing over?

"M'kay… well… um… this may be weird to ask but…" G's bad boy smirk grows back onto his face, "…you still okay with me… courting you? Is that what royals call it? Courting?"

Courting? Like flirting? You cross your arms, close your eyes, and tilting your head to the side in thought. Was he really that nervous to ask me if he could still flirt with me? Was that really the thought that was bothering him? Not the fact that you could murder him? You weren't to lie to yourself that you were surprised, but it was definitely surprising how quickly he came to ask you this question. You start to smile, then quietly giggling. You tried to cover your mouth to muffle it but you began to quietly laugh, making you bend over trying to hide it even more. It was hilarious to think, that someone would ask you that after everything that happened only a couple hours ago.

"Princess? What's so funny?" G says leaning down trying to see your face.

You look up to only have G's face inches from yours. You smile and quietly say to him, "You."

"Wha-" You hear G say surprised, he's never heard your voice before.

You see a faint yellow blush show up on G's surprised expression. Turning away, you flash a playful smile at him and you begin to walk back to your room. You hear a faint swear from G.

When you're turning your doorknob, you hear him ask, "So is that a yes?"

Over your shoulder you smile again and you shrug. Then you walk inside your bedroom to join William and Susan for a much needed rest. You see that Susan had taken a spot in your bed, while William was curled up on the floor with a pillow and a blanket. You walk over to William and you poke him with your foot.

"Hey Queenie, you're looking much better. I'll be fine down here if you're wondering." He says rolling over to look up at you.

"M'kay." You respond.

"Okay okay, now come over here and snuggle with me, Queenie!" Susan says opening up her arms excitedly.

You walk over to your bed and you get in it, letting Susan wrap her arms and the blanket around you. William points at the light switch near your door and the light goes off.

"Goodnight, you two." William says with a yawn.

"Night." Susan snuggles closer to you.

"Goodnight." You say as you close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

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Hi Everyone,

I'm sorry to say that there's not going to be a chapter posted today due to finals coming up. Which leads into my next announcement: I'll be taking a small hiatus just so I can focus on passing this quarter and also because I'll be gone on a trip right after school ends; I'll be coming back on the 17th of June. I'm still super invested in writing this book and have no desire to stop writing it, I'm just going on break for a bit. I hope everyone understands and is doing well. I'll see you all later :)

With many hugs,

LimeKirby \(^u^ )/

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After thirty minutes, you weren't really interested in watching the movie anymore. So you ended up playing with G's hands. Turning them over, examining how his joints stay together, the little ridges and divots in his bone, and that mysterious hole in the center of his palm. He didn't seem to mind you looking and flipping his hands, until you touched the inside of his "palm hole".

"Queenie! Don't do that." G flinched. "It doesn't feel good."

You lean forward to grab your journal from the coffee table and you write your question in it.

"Why does it feel weird?" G looks at your journal then you. "I don't know, actually. It just feels weird."

You write another question.

"How'd you get it?" G hesitates, like he's rephrasing a sentence in his mind multiple times. "This is going to sound weird but before living on the surface, I used to be a scientist underground. There was… an accident and I ended up fusing with another person. These hands aren't my own."

You write again in your notebook.

"Like you?" G looks at you up and down. "What like you're fused with someone else?"

You nod, then you write in your notebook.

"Multiple people?" G pauses and has a growing look of concern on his face. "So what you're telling me is that you're fused with multiple people?"

You nod and patted your chest. There's a reason why you were able to control the immense amount of power humming inside of you right now. It's the cause for why you've lasted for so long after so many deaths and years. It was hard controlling everything, although you've done a pretty good job so far with an exception of last night. You may have let other feelings decide what to do, then.

"They're in my soul." You say quietly, holding your hands over your chest protectively.

"I-in… in your soul?"

You nod. It was nice to find someone like you; to find someone else who isn't entirely their own.

There was a silence between you two, the movie was completely forgotten becoming white noise. The two of you avoided any sort of eye contact, yet still sat next to each other wrapped up in the blanket. You didn't know what to say to G and you didn't know how else to reply to him if he asked anything else. Then you feel G drape his arm around you, pulling you even closer.

"Must've hurt." G was still looking away. "Having to… merge with so many people. Souls… are pretty sensitive."

"After years of doing it, it becomes numb." Whispering your reply.

"…years…" G says in a way it makes your own chest contort uncomfortably.

"Did he want to see it? My real soul?" Your thoughts escaping your lips. You cover your mouth in surprise, mentally scolding yourself for the slip-up. However, you see a brief glimmer of curiosity flash in G's eye lights before turning into uncertainty.

"Souls are a private part of you… it's something that you would only show to people who you really trust." You hear G laugh a bit. "I'm probably the last person who you would show your soul to."

You tilt your head to the side with an eyebrow raised. “You’ve already seen it… actually everyone’s already seen it, but not really,” You start muttering to yourself.

“What?” You see G’s face fill with confusion.

“…my scythe yesterday…” You say quietly.

“Oh, that’s your soul?”

You nod. “Do you wanna see the real thing?” 

"You know, you don't need to show me…"

You shrug. For mages, souls were just another organ. In your case, a tool. Then without hesitation, you place your hands on your chest, calling out your soul. You slowly guided a sensation from deep within you to the surface of your chest. You look up at G who was fixated on your hands with a look of restrained anticipation. Then as your soul emerges from your body, you can feel it's ever changing warmth and it's constant hum. Once it was fully out of you, you encase it within your hands.

"You can look, but no touching." You say as you stare down at your hands.

"Alright." You could see curiosity written all over G's face.

You slowly reveal your soul, letting it float in the palms of your hands. If a person took a glance at it, they would say it was silver, but looking closer the light revealed a rainbow spectrum of colors dancing and shimmering across the surface. It was hypnotizing, watching and feeling the shifts in your own soul. Compared to other souls you've seen, yours was much smaller. What it meant to have a small soul was that you weren't as capable as others to handle large scales of magic or more complex spells. You laugh at the thought, look who you are now: the queen, one of the top mages in the kingdom.

"Beautiful." You hear G breath out.

You shrug then with a smug smile you reply, "I think you deserve a present for our date today, that's all."

"D-d… Oh, Princess that… kid…" G face lights up yellow.

You start to laugh. The moment felt like you've known G for more than the month you've been here. It was nice to act like this around someone else than William and Susan. While you're calming down from your laughter, you place your soul back inside your chest carefully.

"Well… you know what? I've been meaning to tell you that your voice is music to my ears, like a symphony. Especially when you laugh." G says recovering quickly from his previous flustered state.

"Well…" You start, trying to fight off the heat rising in your face, "Your blush is like a ray of sunshine, bright yellow and radiates warmth."

"When I first saw you, your eyes reminded me of moonlight. Something that everyone longs for and wishes to hold."

"You're the kind of guy that any girl would have the biggest crush on."

"You're the only girl that I want to be crushing on me." G says grabbing your chin and putting his face closer to yours. You make contact with his glistening yellow eye lights, they were twinkling like stars. The darkness of his sockets make it even harder for you not to get lost in his stare.

You couldn't think of another thing to say back to him.

"Even though I've known you for only about a month, I've already fallen for you." G's smirk turns into a genuine smile. "How did you even managed to do that, Princess?"

"I… don't know." You reply still maintaining eye contact with him. "…I really don't know."

"Say… have you ever kissed a skeleton, Princess?" You feel G move his hand from your chin to your cheek. Slowly caressing it with his thumb.

"Yeah, but it was an accident." You say quietly, closing your eyes to take in the nice feeling of his thumb on your cheek.

"Aww, I won't be the first?"

The feeling of warm bone was felt on your forehead. Your eyes flutter open and you see that G put his own forehead against yours, making the space in between you two excruciatingly close. Now your heart is racing and your breathing is barely being controlled. Your mind was racing to the point that it felt blank, but in a good way.

"Can I at least give you the best skeleton kiss you've had, Queenie?" G whispers to you, his breath tickling your lips.

It took you a few moments to process and respond. "Sure," you said barely above a whisper, but G heard it.

Then you felt his lips collide with yours, making your heart stop and eyes shut. They felt soft like real lips, but it was smooth and slightly cold like bone. The most interesting part of his lips was the buzzing feeling of magic, making your own numb. He cupped your face with his hands, deepening the kiss. You put a hand on his shoulder, while the other moved to rest on the back of his neck. You feel him bite lightly on your lower lip and you open your mouth slightly as a response. You feel his tongue slide inside your mouth and you begin to entangle with your own. His tongue felt smooth and it intensified the buzzing feeling you felt on your lips to the point that it sent chills up and down your back. You could taste faint traces of cigarette and what seemed to be alcohol; you didn't mind it at all. You could hear G sigh as the kiss went on. It felt like eternity, but when you felt G pull away it felt only like a few seconds. The two of you shared glazed over stares, still embracing each other, both breathing a little harder.

"Wow." Is all that G said.

You didn't say anything, there wasn't anything you could say that would fit the fluttery feeling you had inside. Although, it went away as quickly as it came.

"what the fuck are you doin' G?" A voice came from the front door along with several other gasps and mutters.

The two of you whip your heads to the front door and you see that your housemates came back home from work. They were all staring at you and G. The two of you quickly separate from each other's embraces, blush warming both of your cheeks. Hopefully they didn't see you two making out.

"Hanging out with Queenie. You?" G says casually.

"I was at work, unlike you. fuckboy." Red shoots at G.

G just shrugs.

As the conversation between the two continues, you stand up and walk towards the slowly dispersing coming-home crowd. Before you could make it over to the happily chattering Blue and Papyrus, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"hey." You turn your head to see Stretch. You started to fully turn around to face him but he stopped you. "I just need to talk to you for a bit, okay?"

You nod, "How come yo-" Stretch pulls you back and you feel the same emptiness that you feel when teleporting. On instinct you close your eyes but right as you closed them the emptiness receded and you felt the ground underneath you again. You stumble back into Stretch from his momentum.

"eh? not used to teleporting are you?" Stretch says in a surprised tone.

You take a step away from Stretch and turn around to look at him. You cross your arms and raise your brow, non verbally asking him why he just teleported you…- you look around- to your backyard?

"just wanted to ask you some questions that's all…" He isn't looking at you.

You shifted your weight from one foot to another, unable to keep still. For some reason, you had a growing feeling this conversation wasn't going to end well. Since last night's conversation, he's seemed to be very aggressive towards you which you noted in the back of your mind. Hopefully, this wasn't affecting Blue too much. He was distraught about his brother being so hostile.

"…how many…?" You hear Stretch ask in a low voice.

You look back at his face and his expression was dark. You didn't respond to his question at first. Instead you started to prep your defenses to be put up at any moment.

"…answer me…" Stretch says as his expression fills with pain.

You look down at the ground. "William said it earlier…" you respond in a quiet voice.

"I want you to say it."

You raise your head and your eyes met his eye lights. The words got caught in your throat making your mouth dry and harder to breathe. You stand up straight, keeping eye contact with him and you part your mouth slightly to let your answer come out. Nothing. Not even a sound could escape your throat. Instead you just tightly clutched the front of your shirt, closed your eyes, and shook your head. You couldn't do it; you can't say that number.

His expression didn't change; it was cold and unfeeling. "why? why do you have to be like that?"

You opened your eyes to look at him again but, unexpectedly, Stretch grabs you by the front of your shirt and lifts you off the ground. You grab onto his wrists, but you don't struggle against his actions. You didn't want to fight with him.

"…why? why do you…? there's been so many times I've lost him and I can't handle to see that happen again." Stretch puts you down and slowly lets go of your shirt.

You let go of his wrists, feeling your fingertips brush past the back of his hand. He seemed a bit more calmer than he was before, so you move slightly to take ahold of his hand. You hold his hand in yours, whispering quietly, "I've… killed hundreds of thousands. From murderers to thieves to attacking soldiers to innocent people. I know that… I shouldn't be saying this to you but… I'm sorry. I don't know for what, but I wanted to apologize."

"QUEENIE?" A voice yells from the patio. "IS THAT YOU OUT THERE?" It sounded like Papyrus and it seemed like the rest of the household followed him outside.

As you were looking towards the patio, you heard Stretch mumble something.

You look back at Stretch and tilt your head slightly, "I'm sorry. Can you say that again?"

"I'm sorry." Stretch slowly opens his eye sockets and you see that one of his eye are alight with a honey-colored flame.

"Wha-," was all that came out before you started to sputter out blood. You had let your guard down for only a second and he noticed. You looked down and you saw an orange translucent bone sticking through your stomach. Blood was bleeding out onto your ripped shirt. Then you heard the screams. You didn't move away from him, rather you pulled him into a hug. Your instincts told you that mercy was needed more than hostility. Then you noticed he was shaking; was he scared? Somehow, you kind of accepted that this was going to happen and that there was another side to all of this than you knew.

You couldn't make out Stretch’s mutters as he pushed the bone a little further through you.

"I'm… sorry. I'…m sorry I sca…red you…." You weakly say as you cough up more blood. Then you feel someone pull you away from him and lie you down on the ground. You feel his magic dissipate from your stomach and it was replaced by a more frantic yet warm sensation. As your vision goes in and out, you turn your head slightly to see Papyrus's orange-tear streaked face.

"DON'T WORRY I'LL HEAL YOU. I'LL HEAL YOU. I CAN DO IT." Papyrus says in a confident voice, contrary to how he looks and his magic feels.

"Let me help you." Looking to your other side was Green. His magic felt more calm but it was colder than Papyrus's.

Looking down at your torn up stomach, they weren't doing much for it in terms of patching it up.  So as best as you could, you raised both your hands and place each one on Papyrus's and Green's hands. They were going to pass out from exhaustion if they kept healing you in vain for too long.

"QUEENIE, I CAN'T STOP HEALING YOU…" Papyrus’s magic wavers.

"Our healing…isn't working." Green says as his gaze narrows at your fatal wound.

"what?" You could hear Sans. "it's not working?"

"IT'S GOING TO WORK!" Papyrus shouts as you feel surge of magic wash over your wound.

"I TOLD YOU THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN, BIG BLUE. WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE VIGILANT,” You hear Edge make a sound of annoyance, “IF THAT CINNAMON ROLL CAN’T HEAL HER WITH ALL THAT MAGIC HE’S POURING INTO HER, SHE MIGHT DIE AND HE MIGHT PASS OUT.”

"She won’t die, so stop scaring us Edge." You could tell by G's voice that he was tormented by your impending death.

Bit by bit, you turned your head to face Green, which caught his attention.

"What is it?" Green asks leaning down closer to you while still focusing on his healing magic.

You smiled weakly and started to focus your own magic on your stomach while still managing to stay awake. You slowly reconstructed your stomach as the skeletons watched. The only thing that could repair this bad of a wound would be mage magic because of its stronger potency. However, you could hear the shouting of Blue and Red distracting you.

"you sack of shit! what were you even trying to accomplish?! thank the stars that she isn't just some normal girl! she would be dead with that bullshit you just pulled!"

"PAPY! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU EVEN THINKING?! I KNOW THAT YOU COULDN'T DEAL WITH HER PAST THAT WELL BUT DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO GO AS FAR AS ATTEMPTING TO KILL HER?! I CAN'T BELIEVE MY OWN FUCKING YOUNGER BROTHER ATTEMPTED TO KILL A GIRL WHO WAS BASICALLY CHASED OUT OF HER OWN HOME."

You started coughing up blood, you were getting too distracted. You felt Papyrus and Green squeeze each of your hands, giving you the best support they could do. As your wound closed up slowly, you could hear Sans and Edge calming down Blue and Red. Your vision was getting hazy from you using your magic.

“I know you all are working out some problems over there but could you all quiet down? It’s distracting Queenie from healing herself.” You hear Green say.

“QUEENIE IS HEALING HERSELF?!” Blue shouts. You can feel his steps as he runs towards you. “WHY IS SHE HEALING HERSELF? WHY AREN’T YOU GUYS HELPING?”

You can feel his magic wash into your wound, making you cough a bit. You vision was dark now.

“BLUE STOP THAT! OUR MAGIC CAN’T HEAL HER.” Papyrus says as he stops Blue’s magic.

“our magic doesn’t what?” Red’s voice was much closer to you than it was before when he was shouting.

Their voices were getting blurry, but you mustered the last of your power and consciousness to finish your healing.

“Please stay awake, Queenie.” You heard Papyrus whisper next to your ear as you feel him gently pick you up and cradle you in his arms. “Do you want to go inside?”

Ever so slightly, you nod your head. You feel him stand up and begin to walk back to the house. Wrapping around you like a warm cinnamon scented blanket, was more of his healing magic. Your eyelids felt heavy, so you closed them slowly.

“Do you think you can keep your eyes open for me?" Papyrus asks in a quiet voice, "Just for a little longer?"

Your eyes flutter open to see Papyrus's face glancing down at you while he walks to the house. Being cradled in his arms like this reminded you of when you came back to the house for the first time. He had saved you back then based on the very faint spaghetti spell coming off his clothes. You hadn't thanked him for that, yet.

"…thank…you." You breathed out. "…for saving me again."

You felt Papyrus stop walking and you see him looking down at you. He holds you a bit tighter and cranes his neck so that his skull was next to your ear. Whispering the quiet his boisterous voice could, "You can talk?"

You nod and Papyrus smiles.

"is there somethin' wrong bro?" Sans asks. It sounds like he was next to Papyrus.

Papyrus gives you a wide smile, "OF COURSE! IT'S MY DUTY OF THE ROYAL GUARD TO PROTECT AND SAVE THOSE WHO NEED HELP!" Answering your question from before.

Giving a soft smile, you reply quietly, "My hero."

"NYEHEHEHE," Papyrus's face begins to dimly glow orange. You guess that he has sharp ears to hear you whispering that quietly.

You heard muttering come from Papyrus's other side.

"DON'T WORRY EDGE! YOU CAN BE HER HERO TOO!" Papyrus exclaims.

"WHA- I DO NOT NEED YOUR ENTHUSIAM NOR DO I NEED HER ADORATION." Edge huffs out.

"he's right bro, he seems very cape-able to be a hero." You hear Sans snicker at his own joke.

"SANS!"

"UGH."

"aw c'mon, I know you like my jokes. You can't mask it."

Both tall skeletons groan at Sans's pun. You feel Papyrus begin to walk towards the house again.

"IS RED AND STRETCH NOT COMING?" Papyrus asks as he shifts you so that now your arms are wrapped around his neck and your butt is supported by one arm, so that he can open up the door leading back into the house.

"NO, THEY WANTED TO TALK MORE. THEY WOULDN'T TELL ME ABOUT WHAT THOUGH."

"…does Stretch hate me?" You mutter into Papyrus's scarf.

"OF COURSE NOT! HE'S JUST… FIGURING OUT HIS OWN PROBLEMS."

"IN THE MOST PROBLEMATIC WAY, OF COURSE."

Sans snickers.

"SHUT UP BIG BLUE! I DID NOT MAKE A PUN ON PURPOSE!" You hear Edge stamp his foot.

You could hear the conversation between the two become quieter. You notice that Papyrus was walking towards the kitchen.

"bro, where you are you goin' with Queenie?" You see Sans look at you with his usual casual plastered grin.

"JUST TO THE KITCHEN. I NEED TO MAKE DINNER AFTER ALL." Papyrus replies readjusting you on his arm.

"don'cha need to put Queenie down to do that? she seems to be an arm-ful."

"I'M STILL FULLY ABLE TO MAKE DINNER EVEN IF I'M HOLDING QUEENIE!"

You loosen your arms, leaning back to look at Papyrus. You smile, letting him know that you'll be fine on your own for a bit.

"YOU SURE?" Papyrus asks moving his other arm underneath you, so that you won’t fall.

You nod. Papyrus sighs before putting you down. "JUST CALL ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, OKAY? MAKE SURE YOU WATCH HER, SANS."

"sure bro. I won't let her out of my sight."

You give Papyrus a thumbs up and begin walking to the living room with Sans at your side. As you exited the kitchen, you bumped into Blue.

"QUEENIE! ARE YOU ALRIGHT TO BE WALKING?" Blue says as he grabs you by both your wrists and staring at the hole in your shirt, revealing your now closed up stomach wound.

You pat your stomach and smile, trying to quell Blue's worries. However, Blue keeps on staring at it.

"blue, she's fine. she's liver-ing her best life right now." Sans says gesturing at your midsection.

"ARGH." Blue narrows his eyes at Sans bothered by his pun.

Sans looks at you with a wink and shrugs, "it seems like no one can stomach my puns today."

"STOOOOOP." Blue covers the sides of his skull where his ears should be.

You pat Sans on the shoulder, shaking your head. At this rate he was going to make everyone blue in the face from all these puns. He just chuckles from your gesture.

"THANK YOU QUEENIE." Blue steps forward, closer to you. Without warning, Blue picks you up in a bridal carry, despite him being shorter than you, "HOWEVER, YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T BE WALKING AROUND. I WON'T ALLOW IT."

You make a pout face at him; you were perfectly fine to stand and walk on your own. They didn't have to pamper you.

"it looks like she can't stand being carried around now, blue."

"UGH JUST STOP!" Blue walks away in his arms from the chuckling Sans to the living room.

Chapter Text

In the living room, Blue wrapped you up in a blanket and brought you a glass of water. The two of you were looking over puzzles in one of Blue's puzzle books. The one that you were working on was an advanced set of riddles.  You completely stumped by them, number puzzles were more up your alley.

"CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT, QUEENIE?" Blue leaned over to look at the page you've been staring at.

You shake your head, unfortunately you had no idea where to start with it.

"MWEHEHE! THEN LET ME HELP YOU! FIRST YOU LOOK FOR CLUES IN THE RIDDLE, LIKE HOW THIS MENTIONS WIND AND HOW THE FLAME IS DESCRIBED, THEN-"

"Stop botherin' me, Green!" A shout makes Blue stop partway of his explanation.

Walking into the living room was G, who was holding a glass and some alcohol, and Green who was tailing behind him.

"I will not stop bothering you until you stop destroying your liver!"

"WE DON'T EVEN HAVE LIVERS!" G snarls at Green, who is stunned by G's aggressiveness.

"You're still going to hurt yourself." Green's eye lights narrow as he watches G flop into Sans's green recliner.

Blue coughs next to you gaining G's and Green's attention. "COULD YOU TWO QUIET DOWN OR GO ARGUE SOMEWHERE ELSE? I'M TRYING TO TEACH QUEENIE HOW TO FIGURE OUT RIDDLES."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Please excuse our outbursts." Green walks over and kneels in front of you, looking up at you. "Are you alright, Queenie? I'm still skeptical that you're completely healed."

You nod and shrug off the blanket Blue had wrapped around you. You start unbuttoning the bottom part of your, now, ripped shirt to show them that you're patched up.

"AAAAHH! QUEENIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Blue stops your hands from unbuttoning your shirt. You look at him and his face is bright blue, like a blue raspberry lollipop.

You tilt you head and blink a couple times, wondering why he stopped you. Gently you move his hands off of yours and you move the unbuttoned part of your shirt, revealing your closed up stomach. Despite you healing yourself, there was a giant nasty scar left behind, like you had burned yourself all over your stomach.

"…That looks painful, princess." G says, now next to Green sipping on his half-filled glass of alcohol. You didn't even notice him move nor pour his drink.

You shake you head. The scar definitely looked bad, but it didn't really hurt. You've definitely had your fair share of these kind of wounds, so this was nothing compared to the more serious injuries. Although, it took much more effort to heal yourself than any of your other injuries; maybe it's because you weren't full of adrenaline like you usually are when you do heal yourself.

"WILL THAT GO AWAY?" Blue asks as he points to your exposed belly.

You shrug, you didn't really know since some do go away while others leave their mark. Then you feel Green place a tentative hand on your scar and the feeling of his cooling magic flow over it. You see his face get lost in thought.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING GREEN? HOW COME YOU'RE HEALING HER?"

"I was just curious." The cool sensation fades. "It seemed to have helped a little bit, but I'm still wondering why our magic hadn't worked earlier."

"Maybe our magic is different." G suggests.

"Perhaps, but what makes our magic different is something I would like to figure out." Green says as he stares intensely at your stomach, making you uncomfortable. You start to fidget with the edge of the blanket.

"OKAY, OKAY. NO MORE STARING AT QUEENIE! YOU TWO ARE MAKING HER UNCOMFORTABLE." Blue says as he swiftly closes your shirt and wraps you up in the blanket again.

"A-ah…" Green's flushes a very faint emerald, "My apologies, Miss Queenie."

G was still staring at you.

"G, NOW YOU'RE JUST BEING PLAIN WEIRD." Blue crosses his arms.

"Haha, whoops. Got lost in thought, Blue." G stands up and shrugs. "Oh, there you two are."

You crane your neck to see who G greeted, it was Red and Stretch. They walk into the living room and sit in the recliners, unbothered by the three pairs of eye lights and a pair of eyes on them.

"I'M GOING TO HELP PAPYRUS IN THE KITCHEN. I'LL BE BACK QUEENIE." He pats your head before turning to the two tall brothers, "YOU TWO BETTER TAKE CARE OF QUEENIE WHILE I'M GONE!"

"Of course."

"Sure, kiddo."

With that, Blue stomps off to the kitchen. Now the living room was left in an awkward silence. G takes Blue's spot next you, snaking an arm behind you. Green sits on the other side of you. The two of them staring intensely at Stretch, who nonchalantly lights a cigarette and inhales.

"You've been advised to not smoke indoors, Stretch." Green says as he summons a pair of floating skeletal hands to put out Stretch's newly lit cigarette.

Stretch just sighs and pulls out a lollipop from his sweatshirt pocket. His eyes were fully concentrated on you. You returned his stare, but in a less intense way.

"Is there something you want from me?" You mouthed without making a single noise.

"nah, kid. I don't need anything from you. I already got what I wanted." Stretch replies in a monotone voice.

"Then stop staring." You mouthed back. You hope your annoyance was written all over your face.

"gee, you have all the bite but no bark." Stretch lets out a dark chuckle.

"'ey… who you talkin' to, stretch?" Red asks looking at Stretch in concern.

G and Green also look at him with the same questioning faces.

"that little reaper over there." Stretch nods towards your direction.

In a blink of an eye, you're in front of Stretch: hands gripping the arm rests until your knuckles were white, your canines bared like an angry dog, and a low resonating growl coming from the deepest part of your vocal chords. You hated that name; he could call you a bitch, an annoyance, anything; but if he called you that one nickname, you would loose it and tear him down as quickly as that word leaves his mouth.

"cute growl, kid." Stretch's growing cocky smile, irked you to no end.

"Hey, hey… let's not break all his bones just yet, Queenie." G was next you and had wrapped his arms around your waist, in an attempt to prevent you from committing a murder in the living room.

When you calmed down, you noticed the multiple signatures of magic lit all around you, from the kitchen to the living room. Everyone was ready to either cut you down or Stretch. You take a deep inhale and exhale, while cracking your knuckles. "You're calm. Everything will be calm. You will think. You will not act." You told mentally told yourself.

"WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE?" Papyrus says with his apron still on, Blue was trailing behind him. You could tell Edge and Sans were already standing behind the couch.

No one answered Papyrus's question, rather the house was filled with dangerous silent tension. G slowly guided you away from Stretch, who you maintained eye contact with. His cocky smile didn't waver a bit.

He stands up and you feel the magic shift in the room. He looks at you with an expression that says, "you can't touch me."

You shake G off and you square up to him. You put your fingers together like you were going to snap, physically asking him whether he wanted to take this fight outside or do it inside now. Your magic started to roll off of you, making the air vibrate in anger.

"BOTH OF YOU STOP THAT!" Blue pushes you and Stretch away from each other. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"nothin', bro." Stretch shrugs but he's still looking down at you.

"WELL IT SURE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE NOTHING!" Blue faces Stretch with his arms crossed. "EXPLAIN."

"just a lil' nickname, that's all." Stretch moves his eye lights from you to his brother, both of you were fuming.

"that really just a nickname, Stretch? 'cuz with her reaction, it isn't just that." Red says standing with his socket flaring a bright red.

You snap, activating your mother's spell again. Although the action made everyone more tense, at least now you didn't feel weighed down by the heavy atmosphere. You were over it.

"APOLOGIZE! APOLOGIZE TO HER, PAPY!" Blue shouts at his brother.

Stretch looks at you, the looks away. You knew you weren't getting an apology right away, it was expected.

You watch as Blue grabs the front of Stretch's sweater, "FUCKING APOLOGIZE."

For only a moment, you see a flash of regret show in Stretch's expression before returning to a hollow expression. "language, bro."

As your heart started to slow from your decreased levels of adrenaline, you started to feel weak. Your legs gave out, gravity helping you to the floor. The first to kneel next to you was G, who was asking if you were okay but you didn't really listen. The next one to be next to you was Papyrus who, without hesitation, picked you up in a bridal carry again.

"I THINK IT WOULD BE BEST TO SKIP DINNER FOR TONIGHT." You could just hear the smallest bits of disappointment in Papyrus's voice. You knew that it was his turn to cook tonight, but with all this tension it made sense to let everyone take a breather from each other's presence. At least, that's how you saw it.

"I think that'll be for the best. Is there anything you need us to finish up for dinner, Papyrus?" Green asks.

"JUST TO STORE IT IN THE FRIDGE FOR LATER. THANKS GREEN."

"I GUESS I'LL HELP YOU WITH THAT. THERE'S A SPECIFIC WAY FOOD SHOULD BE STORED AFTER IT'S COOKED." You hear Edge say as the two walk to the kitchen.

"Can I leave her to you?" G asks as he plays with a small bit of your hair.

"OF COURSE, I'LL TAKE CARE OF HER." You feel Papyrus hold you tighter to his chest.

"bro, I'll be outside with red for a bit." Sans says before he immediately teleports.

The living room was now empty, with an exception of you, Papyrus, Blue, and Stretch.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU'RE BEING COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY AWFUL, STRETCH. I HOPE YOU RECOGNIZE THAT." Blue says before turning to you and Papyrus, "LET'S HEAD TO YOUR ROOM, PAPYRUS. I THINK STRETCH JUST NEEDS TIME TO THINK."

With that you're taken upstairs.

Even after you, Papyrus, and Blue made it into Papyrus's room, Papyrus didn't put you down. You were cradled in his arms as he just stared at Blue, who was blankly staring at the ceiling as he laid down on the floor. The two very energetic duo were acting like they were dead batteries, but you couldn't blame them. It was one thing after another today and you had no doubt that work today was hard too.

"…um…I'm sorry for today." You say softly.

Blue bolts upright and look at you with wide eye sockets. Papyrus just pets your hair soothingly.

"IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT THAT THIS HAPPENED, QUEENIE."

"…SHE CAN TALK."

"…but that night I did some horrible things in front of you guys and now look where it got me. I just look more dangerous than ever after what happened earlier." You bury your face in your hands.

"YOU'RE NOT DANGEROUS AT ALL, QUEENIE!" Papyrus moves your hands away from your face.

"SHE CAN TALK." Blue repeats himself a bit louder.

"YOU'RE A WONDERFUL PERSON WHO JUST WANTS TO PROTECT WHAT'S DEAREST TO THEM."

"SHE CAN TALK?!" Blue yells as he scrambles to sit next to Papyrus on the edge of his racecar bed. You see that his eye lights turned into the shape of stars.

"HER VOICE IS PRETTY, RIGHT?" Papyrus says with a wide smile.

"VERY!"

"…my voice isn't too special…" You say trying to not show how flattered you were by their compliments.

"STOP THAT." The duo chimed together.

"S-stop what?"

"PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN AND CALLING YOURSELF DANGEROUS! YOU ARE AN EXTRAORDINARY PERSON WHO CAN DO AMAZING THINGS!" Papyrus says shifting so you're sitting upright on his lap with his arms wrapped around your middle.

"YEAH! YOU'RE SUPER STRONG AND CONFIDENT TOO!" Blue adds in taking ahold of your hand.

You didn't know how to respond to their compliments other than hiding your face in one of your hands. "…thank you…"

"THIS IS SOMETHING YOU DON'T NEED TO THANK US FOR! IT'S JUST A STATEMENT YOU NEED TO HEAR OUT LOUD." You feel Papyrus squeeze your middle.

"YUP, THESE ARE JUST FACTS, QUEENIE." Blue squeezes your hand.

"You guys are too sweet." A smile grows on your face.

"HER SMILE IS PRETTY TOO!" Blue says smiling with you.

After your short pep talk with Papyrus and Blue, the three of you worked on whatever puzzle books Papyrus had in his room until they felt sleepy. Even if they were exhausted, they determined to stay up just a little later, but with a little bit of persuasion from you they decided to get ready for bed. However, they didn't let you out of their sight. So instead of going to your room to change into your own pajamas, Blue gives you a set of his own. Unfornately, they were a bit small in certain places, which made you borrow a pajama top from Papyrus which was long enough to make it halfway down your thighs and sleeves long enough to cover your hands. The three of you crawled into Papyrus's racecar bed and the duo fell asleep right as their heads hit the pillows. However for you, sleeping wasn't really a thing you do after crazy days like these. As slowly as you could, you rolled out of bed, without disturbing the two sleeping skeletons and left the room.

Now once you were out of Papyrus's room you noticed Red sitting on the top step of the stairs, tapping away at his cellphone. You moved to sit next to Red on the top step.

"ahh shi-" Red fumbles with his phone and places a hand over his chest. "don't sneak up on me like that, kitten."

You make an apologetic face.

Red looks at you up and down, "…wearin' Papyrus's clothes? better be careful around Classic with that on." He chuckles.

You tilt your head acting like you had no idea what he was implying, but you had an inkling at what he was getting at. This was Red who you were talking to.

"Classic might think you boned his brother tonight." Red wiggles his brow bones at you. "eh, but even if he gets angry at you. I have bets that Papyrus would defend you. there's no doubt he would, that cinnamon roll probably has a crush on you 'nd doesn't even know it."

You shrug. You also had no doubt that Papyrus would defend you, but having a crush on you that just seems like a stretch. He was nice sure, but all you felt from Papyrus was pure platonic friendship vibes.

"well, anyways, how 'bout you 'nd me talk out on the patio? heart to heart, kitten." Red says standing up slowly.

You nod and walked downstairs and out to the patio with Red. It was much quieter and darker outside, it was comforting and melancholy at the same time. You and Red sit on the patio steps.

"kitten… first off… I gotta apologize for earlier." Red says not looking at you while rubbing the back of his skull.

You raise an eyebrow at Red. What did he do wrong?

"I feel bad… for not doin' anythin' earlier… I tried talkin' to 'im before we came in 'nd he seemed to let the whole thing go, but he started bein' all aggressive again… yeah. I should've known he was talkin' to you. I could've stopped 'im, but I didn't."

You lean over and hug Red and whisper softly, "You don't need to apologize for something like that."

"kitten?" Red says with disbelief, "you can…?"

"when I trust someone enough, yes." You reply to his trailed off question.

"I knew I wasn't hallucinatin' that night, but kitten, you shouldn't trust this skeleton or rather any of us to be honest with you. we're all like wolves in sheep's clothing… and yes that includes that cinnamon roll duo and the two nerds: Green and Classic."

"I'll take my chances." You say closing your eyes and yawning.

"then do you wanna take a risk 'nd sleep in my room tonight? I can promise you that you won't have to wake up early, but I can't promise you that I won't hold ya." Red says with his flirty grin back on.

You laugh and nod; it was a bit cramped lying in a bed with Papyrus and Blue. Leaning on Red's shoulder made you want to sit outside for a little longer. Taking in the night air, you were remembered of these moments where it was William sitting out here telling you the new magic spell he mastered, where Susan sat with you making flowers crowns, and where Mason used to whisper sweet little words to you. A small smile grew on your face from the nostalgic memories. You sit up from leaning on Red's shoulder.

"hm?" Red watches you as you lean forward to hover your hand above the grass. You let your magic drip from your fingers in the form of little orange droplets onto the ground.

"Watch." Small glowing golden flowers begin to sprout from the dark grass, illuminating the small patch with a soft golden glow.

"that's a cool trick, kitten." Red says as you begin plucking the flowers and weaving them together, creating a golden flower crown.

You placed the gold glowing crown on your head and  smiled at Red, he smiles back at you. It was a bit big on you, so it slips onto the bridge of your nose. You start to laugh from the petals tickling your nose, but you hear Red make a strangled noise.

You turn to see Red rubbing his eye sockets. You take off your little flower crown and moved to sit next to him again. You tilted your head a bit to see if he was okay.

“yeah, I’m okay kitten.” Red rubs his eye sockets a little bit more before turning to look at you with his plastered grin.

You raise a brow at him. You knew for sure that sound wasn’t a sneeze or cough.

“be-leaf me kitten, i’m fine. Just somethin’ got into my eye socket.” Red says placing a hand on your head and ruffling your hair slightly.

You makes quiet noises of discontent trying to move Red’s hand off your head. As Red moves his hand away from your head, you notice a brief moment where Red looks somber. You didn’t know what was bothering him, but you had a feeling it was a topic that you shouldn’t push him about. You hold his hand between both of yours and you stand up, “Bedtime?”

"sure, kitten. I don't feel like walkin' though." Red says with a shrug. He stands up slowly, "How 'bout you close your eyes 'nd just keep your hand in mine?"

You nod going along with his vague instructions. You close your eyes, then you feel a tug on your hand making you step forward. A sensation of emptiness surrounds you only for a moment, then it fades away leaving you and Red in his room.

"neat trick huh?" Red says as he walks over to his bed, flicking on the light as he walked there.

You shrug.  It's not like you couldn't teleport either, it just wasn't in your forte of magic. Looking around his room, to say it plainly, it was messy. There were clothes scattered all over the floor along with crumpled up papers and notebooks, but there was one thing in the corner that caught your attention, a guitar.

"You play?" You ask nodding at the guitar.

"oh that? stretch is mostly the one who plays it. I just know how to do a few cords on it, that's all." Red says as he chucks a few articles of clothing off his bed.

"You should play for me sometime."

"that… maybe, kitten. For now, how about we get into bed now?" Red says looking a bit over his shoulder at you. Taking your eyes off his guitar, you see him taking off his clothes. You couldn't help but watch him as he sheds off his coat, his turtleneck, and his shoes. Realizing what he was doing, you felt incredibly shy, averting your stare from him to the floor. It was weird to see the skeleton without any clothing on, it gave you the same feeling if you were looking at a regular person stripping down. You put your hands up to your cheeks, they were warm.

"you okay there kitten?" Red asks.

You look over to see a half-exposed Red. As if instinct kicked in, you covered your face and squatted down to hide your face even more. This whole situation was new and weird to you, you had no idea how to react.

"a little shy now, huh?" You hear Red chuckle accompanied by the rustle of blankets and pillows.

You look up from your spot and see him holding the blanket up for you to crawl in. He had his usual flirty smile on.

"don't make me wait now. my arm is gonna get tired, kitten." Red says with a lighthearted laugh.

Slowly you stand back up and crawl into bed with him. You point a finger at his light switch across the room, turning off the lights. The two of you get comfortable in his twin sized bed. Gently, Red wraps the covers around the two of you and places his arm around your middle. You turn over so that you're facing him, you could feel the small amount of heat radiating off his bones. It was comforting.

"there. no nightmares for the both of us tonight." Red whispers.

You move your face closer, touching your forehead to his. Your face was so close to his that you could make out all the little nicks and scratches on his skull. Somehow, those little details made him all the more real.

“…you remind me so much of her…” Red says barely above a whisper.

“Who?” You respond in the same softness.

“a girl from a different time and place.”

“…Is she…?”

“she passed away, yeah, but it’s just an old memory now.”

“…what part of me reminds you of her?”

You see his ruby eye lights look away from you and down at the little space between the two of you. You see him slightly open and close his mouth a few times, like he was struggling to find the words to get his thoughts out.

“You don’t need to tell me. I was just curious that’s all.” You say retracting your question.

“…yeah. I’ll tell you some other time, kitten.”

“Okay.” You say suppressing a yawn.

“tired?” You hear a low chuckle from Red.

You nod your head, it’s been a long day.

"m’kay. goodnight, sweetheart." Red says as he shifts his arm around your middle, moving himself a little closer to you.

"Goodnight, Red."

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You didn't have any nightmare that night or rather you didn't have any dreams at all. When you woke up you found yourself cuddling one of the two pillows Red had on his bed. You push your face further into the pillow, hugging it tighter: it smelled like campfire smoke. Almost on cue, your stomach rumbles for food. Slowly you sit up, stretch, and headed downstairs for some food.

When you made it downstairs, it seemed pretty quiet except for the distant shouting in the backyard from Papyrus and Blue. You guess that they probably didn't have any work today. You walk to the kitchen grabbing the usual tea-making ingredients.

"didja sleep well, kitten?" You hear from the entrance of the kitchen.

You turn to look at Red who was leaning on the kitchen entryway, you nod. You watch as he makes his way across the kitchen floor to stand in front of you, he looks at you up and down.

"wish you could have worn my clothes, kitten." Red says reaching out to tug on Papyrus's pajama shirt.

You shrug, looking down at the simple light blue striped flannel shirt. You turn around to finish making your tea.

"do you think you'll be okay later today? I gotta go to work. urgent stuff." Red asks as he leans on the counter next to you, looking down at a cellphone.

You look at Red with an expression that screams, "I'm not a child. Heaven's sakes I run a country."

"haha. just checkin' on ya kitten." Then he wiggles his brow bones, "I want to keep you to myself a lil' longer."

You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your tea, the taste was perfect.

"So you're the one who kidnapped my princess from her guards." Turning around, it's G still in sweats and a loose tank top. He looked very unamused.

"she didn't want to be surrounded by wolves. kittens need some time on their own too." Red replies.

"Wolves? Who's the one acting like they're constantly in heat all the time?" G says leaning on the entryway.

"one: fuck you, I don't act like that during heat. two: don't act like I'm the only one. you're all over her like a fuck boy who hasn't felt the touch of a woman in a week."

You flinch at Red's words while still sipping away at your tea. "What a way to start the morning," you think to yourself.

"Wow. That's not even a pun and I'm wounded." G says clutching his chest dramatically. "Princess are you not even going to do anything?"

You look between the two skeletons. Then as any supportive, responsible, woman of the household would do to break up a verbal fight between two men who are, apparently, fighting over you: you sipped your tea without any response.

Red bends over crying from laughter, while G looks at you with a shocked expression. You shrug and keep enjoying your morning drink. Even though you were the topic of discussion, you didn't feel like joining in their quarrel. Then you notice Green quietly walk into the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was wearing a light green robe and black flannel pajamas, a stark contrast to his usual business casual wear.

"The two of you are lively this morning." Green says looking between G and Red who were now squared up to one another. Then he walks over to you and cups your cheek in his palm, "Good morning, love."

"Another wolf." The two fighting skeletons mutter in unison.

"Another wolf? Then if I'm a wolf then she's the moon." Green says looking at you in reverence.

"ah stop with the poetic shit, Green." Red says in discontent. "get in line."

"Then I must apologize because I'll be cutting ahead of you both. Would you like to take a walk with me in the backyard, love? I have things to talk to you about." Green says with a pleased smile.

You nod, then you look down tugging at Papyrus's borrowed shirt. You didn't want to wear it for the whole day, no matter how comfy it was.

Green laughs, "You can change. I need to change before going out too."

Nodding again, you quickly down your tea and putting your cup in the sink. You dash upstairs to change, keeping someone waiting was one of your pet peeves. You pick out a flowy white dress with short sleeves, since it's been getting warmer with spring setting in. You grab a pair of sandals from underneath your bed. You quickly brush your hair then run downstairs. When you make it to the bottom of the stairs you collide with someone else; however they catch you.

"HUMAN! YOU SHOULD WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" Edge yells in your face as he holds you like a stray cat.

You wiggle a bit to get Edge to put you down to no avail.

Edge narrows his eyes at you, "HUMAN. WHY DO YOU LOOK NICE? IT DOESN'T FIT YOUR DANGEROUS VIBE."

You give Edge an annoyed look. The last thing you want to talk or even think about is your "dangerous vibe" and you didn't want to keep Green waiting.

"hey Edge, I think you should put her down." You hear a voice say from behind you.

"BIG BLUE DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" Edge puts you underneath his arm like a football to point at him.

"Edge I think you should really put her down…" Sans says with audible anxiety.

At least your visible annoyance conveyed to someone. You wiggle a bit more aggressively underneath Edge's arm.

"HUMAN STOP WITH YOUR WRIGGLING! I'M GOING TO END UP DROPPING YOU!"

"THEN FUCKING DROP ME!" You yell, fed up with being carried like a sack of potatoes.

The two skeletons look at you, then Edge promptly drops you. You hit the ground with an audible thud.

"What is going on here?" You hear a voice say. Then you're helped up, it was Green. He was wearing a white button down, deep forest green slacks, and his usual dress shoes.

"THE HUMAN RAN INTO ME WHEN COMING DOWN THE STAIRS. FOR A ROYAL SHE DOESN’T ACT LIKE IT." Edge says crossing his arms

"she can talk." Sans still shocked from your outburst earlier.

"She can." Green replies.

"how long you've known?"

"Hm…" Green looks at you then back at Sans, "Since her hangover?"

"oh. okay." Sans just blinks while staring at you.

"Did her voice leave you…speechless?" Green says looking proud of his pun.

"UGH. NEVER MAKE A PUN AGAIN, SKYSCRAPER." Edge says covering the sides of his skull with a scowl. He stalks off to his room upstairs.

"ha…haha… good one." Sans moves his gaze to the floor, "so, kiddo, how come you never talked around us?"

"Didn't feel comfortable to. Although, the others knew already." You answer simply.

"huh. m'kay, kiddo."

"Now, our walk. Shall we, love?" Green holds out an arm for you to hold.

You nod and take his arm, walking outside to the field in your backyard. The two of you leave behind a very stunned Sans.

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You and Green walk slowly around the field in silence, enjoying each other's company. There was a slight spring breeze and bright blue skies above you.

"You look gorgeous, Ms. Queenie." Green says looking at you then towards the sky.

"Thank you. You dressed up nicely, too." You reply. You let go of Green to stop walking and to take a deep breath in. He walks a few paces ahead of you until he turns around to look at you. You had a question that needed to be answered: "So what's your reason?"

"Reason? Do I have to have a reason to go out for a walk with you?" Green asks putting his hands into his pockets.

"No… it's just…it seems like you're flirting with me? For Red and G, they seem to be the ones to throw caution to the wind and take the consequences with stride; but why would you, a sweet, polite, and smart gentleman, flirt with me? I can assume that you wouldn't just glaze over the fact that I'm not some ordinary girl, unless you have the same attraction to danger like they do." You explain.

You watch as Green looks towards the sky, wearing a pensive expression. Your heart rate soars as every silent moment passes. Maybe you shouldn't have asked that question, you were scared of what he would say. He could say the best possible answer that you would want but it would still make you terribly nervous. You hated that so many people were flirting with you. If you were to date them there would be more chances where they could get hurt because of you, no matter how confident or capable they may be with their magic use. It would kill you if one of them got hurt, rather, it would cause you to kill others of they got hurt. However, you couldn't deny that you were also feeling quite a few feelings when you're with them. Your own being was a double-edged sword: you could provide everything for a perfect life for any and, probably, all of them but it came at a price which was their lives if you had made a wrong move.

"Yesterday made me realize that I had feelings for you, I couldn't explain." Green smiles and walks back over to you, "The only explanation that I have is that, I'm in love with you."

"I… I…" You were stumbling over your words, trying to find something to say. Stopping your thoughts entirely was Green putting a skeletal finger to your lips.

"You cannot change how I feel about you. You can tell me every danger and downside that comes to loving you but I will stay by your side." Green moves his hand to hold the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. "I know that I'm not strong enough to be your knight in shining armor nor am I worthy enough to be your equal, but I want to be with you. To bask in every wondrous moment with you. To be a person you can confide in. I want to be there for you."

You had nothing to say in reply. You felt overwhelmed. Gripping the fabric of your dress, you look down at the grass, "H…How are you so sure? That those feelings won't change? That you won't leave me in the future?" You ask. You started to scream in your head, "How do you know that you won't disappear like Mason did? How do you know that you won't die from heartbreak like James did? How are you so confident in saying that you want to be by my side?"

"I'm so sure because it wouldn't be like me to leave someone as important as you alone."

"…would you be bothered if I told you that… maybe G and I are kind of dating…" You say trying to get some thoughts out of your mind or maybe you were just making a futile attempt to change his mind.

"Not at all. After all, monsters are very social beings, so sharing partners is expected." Green replies nonchalantly.

"Oh…" You loosened your tight grip on your dress, smoothing it out as you tried to smooth out your emotions. "I guess that's convenient."

"I suppose so."

The two of you pause, all you're thinking about is what to say next. The silence between you two was filled by the soft spring breeze rustling the grass and the sounds of birds and insects. The scene seemed as illustrated like it was out of a movie.

"Can we… start off slow?" You ask, lifting your head so that your gaze meets his. You knew weren't going to change his mind, so you might as well take your time.

"Of course, anything that makes you comfortable, Ms. Queenie." Green takes ahold of your hand, "I wouldn't want to rush these kind of things."

"Yeah." The two of you begin to walk again, taking in all the peaceful sounds of spring and enjoying each others presence.

"HUMAN!" You hear a voice shout from the patio. It was Edge.

You and Green exchange glances. The two of you walk back to the patio to see what Edge wanted. You saw Edge had his arms crossed and tapping his foot impatiently once you got there.

You cross your arms, copying his annoyed body language. Somehow, you knew something was going to go wrong when Edge is around.

"HUMAN DO NOT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!" Edge narrows his eyes at you.

"What do you need from Ms. Queenie, Edge?" Green asks unbothered by Edge's radiating displeasure.

"THINGS." He says promptly.

"Things?" Now Green crosses his arms. "You have to explain yourself more, Edge."

"JUST… THINGS! OKAY?!" He yells. "I JUST NEED HER FOR SOMETHING."

You see Green narrow his gaze now. "Sometimes I need what only you can provide…your absence," Green says with quiet irritation.

"WHAT WAS THAT SKYSCRAPER?!" Edge was now toe-to-toe with the towering skeleton.

Looking at the two now very tense skeletons, it seemed like déjà vu. Where did you see this before? You watch the two as they quarrel about whatever they were talking about. Green seemed very calm when throwing his own unique insults while Edge simply fought back with verbal aggression. Then they both look at you.

"Well, Ms. Queenie?"

"HUMAN WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING?"

You look between the two skeletons, you weren't listening at all. So instead of answering, you just walked towards the back door to head back inside. Maybe if you didn't answer, they wouldn't pull you further into their argument.

"WHA- HUMAN! DO NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME!"

"Ah… well. Okay then."

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As you headed inside, you noticed the light in the kitchen was on. So you decided to see what was happening. There you saw a whole bunch of pastries and baked goods, making the kitchen smell absolutely delightful. The kitchen was still littered with flour covered bowls, used whisks, and measuring cups. As you were taking in the sugar-filled sight, you had almost missed someone take ahold of your hand.

"I PERSONALLY MADE THEM. SO BE GRATEFUL I'M LETTING YOU HAVE ONE HUMAN!" You hear Edge say as he stands next to you.

You look down and see that he was the one who grabbed your hand. Unexpectedly, you see his hand quickly pull away from yours; looking up he looked almost bothered that you noticed.

"WELL?" He gestures towards the counter with the pastries. "ARE YOU GOING TO EAT ONE OR JUST STAND THERE?"

You walk over to the counter and picked up one of the cupcakes, it was red velvet with light pink frosting on top. Just looking at it made your mouth water. Then you took a bite. It was the perfect cupcake: moist and just the right amount of sugar. You made a pleased hum savoring its flavor.

"DO YOU LIKE IT, QUEENIE?" Edge asks as he walks over to the cabinet where the teas and hot cocoa is kept.

You smile and nod taking another bite of the cupcake. You hear Edge set something on the counter before rushing in front of you.

"QUEENIE. FOR A QUEEN, YOU ARE VERY MESSY!" Edge takes off his red gloves, then takes his thumb to wipe off whatever was on your face. Making eye contact with you, he licks what looks to be frosting off his thumb.

Instead of blushing, you take a little bit of frosting from your cupcake and smeared it on Edge's face in retaliation. Seeing his shocked face from your actions, made you shake from trying to hold in your laughter.

"WHY YOU LITTLE-" Edge grabs a container of frosting from the counter and scoops a bit out with his finger. He proceeds to smear it all over your cheek as you protest; letting your laughter ring throughout the kitchen.

You spot another container of frosting across the kitchen, so you swiftly move around Edge avoid another dollop of icing going on your face. You reach out and grab the frosting, but when you turn around Edge is already behind you. He pinned you against the counter with his hands on the counter on either side of you, leaving you with no escape route.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE SO CHEEKY, HUH?" Edge says putting his face close to yours.

You take a little scoop of frosting from the container in your hands and tapped Edge on his nasal bone. You give him a smug smile as his eye sockets widen with shock, then narrows again with annoyance.

"YOU MUST CAUSE TROUBLE WHEREVER YOU GO."

"You do, too." You reply back.

"I DO NOT."

"Do too. What about when we first met? You basically wanted to take my chair… or how about the fight when Stretch solved my puzzle?" You started saying as you swiped frosting off your face and licking it off your finger.

"NYEH… WELL…" Edge looks away from you. Then he snatches the frosting cup away from you. "WHATEVER. JUST… HELP ME CLEAN UP THIS MESS."

You shrug and started to grab any baking utensils and bowls that needed to be washed. Putting them into the sink, you started to absentmindedly wash them as you stared off into space.

"HUMAN, YOU HAVE BEEN WASHING THE SAME UTENSIL FOR THREE MINUTES NOW. HERE LET ME DO IT, GO PUT OTHER STUFF AWAY." Edge, surprisingly, gently takes the utensil out of your soapy hands.

You watch him as he places the utensil back in the sink, so he can take off his other glove. He stands next to you and begins to wash the baking tools. He didn't shove you away nor did he yank the utensil out of your hands; he just gently took it from you. You blink a few times while processing what had just happened. No curse words? No degrading words? Was… he angry? However, rather than dwelling on it for too long, you started to gather up ingredients and putting them back in their designated places. As you're walking back and forth across the kitchen, you noticed Edge taking glances at you every now and then, as if he was keeping an eye on you. As soon as he noticed that you noticed he immediately turned his attention back to the dishes. Then you heard him mutter something to himself.

Something was up.

"Edge?" You call out, looking down at the counter in front of you.

"YES, FAI- QUEENIE?"

"Ah…" You hesitate. Did you hear that right? "Did you just…?"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HUMAN?" Edge says in a distracted tone.

Now that was weird. You turn around to look at Edge's back, he was still washing dishes. You walk up next to him to see that he was rinsing out a measuring cup. Looking up towards his face, he was wearing a blank expression like he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing. Then you looked back down at the measuring cup, he was just…rinsing it.

"Edge." You say again, lightly touching his arm.

"EVERYTHING IS FUCKING FINE." Edge blurts out angrily and swings his arm towards you.

Thankfully, you have fast enough reflexes to catch it before it collided with your face. You glare at Edge getting ready for any harsh words that may come your way.

"I'M SORRY." He didn’t hesitate with his apology this time. Edge slowly moves his arm away from you, only to clutch it like it was in pain. He turns away from you, but he doesn't walk away.

Everything in this situation seemed… off. Did you hate it? Of course not, but you were definitely feeling an overwhelming feeling to be cautious.

"…you sure everything is alright…?" You ask quietly.

Edge doesn't respond.

You sigh. You have no idea how to approach this. You knew how to deal with angry Council members, assassins, and even Susan but you had no idea how to deal with this unpredictable skeleton. Slowly you walk around to stand in front of him, looking up at his neutral expression.

"Can you tell me what's wrong…please?" You ask.

"NOTHING IS WRONG, HUMAN." Edge insists.

"M'kay." You say, then you snap your fingers creating a purple barrier box encompassing the two of you. "No one can hear us talking in here. So I'll ask again: what's wrong?"

Edge looks down at you with hostility for only a second before turning into a sigh of defeat. "SMALL."

"Small?" You repeat after him.

"WHY'D YOU HAVE TO BE SO DAMNED SMALL?! IT MAKES ME WANT TO FUCKING PROTECT YOU, YOU LITTLE… NYEEEH! ABSURD! STUPID!" Then Edge gestures at you with both hands, "YOU'RE SO FUCKING SMALL AND FRAGILE, I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT THE OTHERS WOULD BREAK YOU… FUCKING BEASTS DON'T KNOW HOW TO TREAT THINGS WITH CARE! FUCKING G AND MY OWN DAMNED BROTHER BREAK OTHER GIRLS HEARTS LIKE IT'S SOME DISPOSABLE TOY. GREEN DOESN'T CARE FOR ANYTHING ELSE OTHER THAN HIS RESEARCH. I DON'T EVEN WANT TO TALK ABOUT BIG BLUE AND LITTLE BLUE AND THEIR BROTHERS."

You just stared at the heaving Edge in front of you, unable to start a sentence before he started to yell again, but this time it didn't sound angry at all.

"I WANT TO PROTECT YOU, BUT EVERY TIME I TURN AROUND ANOTHER PERSON HAS YOU IN THEIR ARMS. DO YOU KNOW HOW BADLY I WANT TO JUST STEAL YOU AWAY FROM THE OTHERS?" Edge looks down at the floor, then he begins to whisper, "the others would crush you. Break you… from the moment I saw you with Stretch, I knew. Someone here is going to hurt you… they've tried already and I already regret not doing anything to keep you safe."

You couldn't believe what you're hearing. This skeleton, who has probably antagonized you for the past month, wanted to protect you from your own housemates because you were small. Thinking about that made Edge sound like… a dog? A very scary, aggressive, and protective dog.

Without any warning, Edge envelops you in a hug making you drop the barrier around you.

"QUEENIE? EDGE?" You hear from the entryway of the kitchen. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Edge lets go of you and you see that it was Blue standing there. He had a bewildered look on his face.

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS." Edge says with his usual sharp tone.

No one else would have caught it, but you noticed for a split second: Blue's innocent expression turn into pure disgust and hate. It jarred you seeing that kind of expression show on Blue's face with him acting so sweet most of the time around you.

"REALLY? LOOKED LIKE YOU TWO WERE HUGGING, THOUGH." Blue says innocently.

"edge hugging? that's a hilarious joke little blue!" You hear Stretch shout from the couch in the living area.

"I'M NOT JOKING, PAPY!" Blue yells back. "I REALLY SAW THEM HU-"

"QUIET." Edge cuts off Blue. You take a side glance at Edge and his whole expression was screaming aggression.

"Edge. Let's not fight tonight, okay?" You say going to stand in front of him, preventing any physical fights from starting. Then you turn around to face Blue, "Stop teasing him, okay?"

"FINE."

"OOOOKAAAY." You see Blue roll his eyes a bit before he crossed his arms and walked back to the living room.

You sighed, the dynamic between all your housemates was changing so quickly it was making your head spin.

"Do you want to join them in the living room?" You say pointing towards the couches.

"I'D RATHER NOT, BUT I KNOW YOU WOULD DO OTHERWISE." Edge says looking down at you.

"Then join me?" You take his skeletal hand in yours.

You watch as a faint deep red blush begins to glow on his cheekbones while he looks down at your small hand in his lengthy skeletal one. "…OKAY, BUT YOU SIT WITH ME."

"Okay. Okay." You smile at his reluctant agreement and compromise. The two of you walk over to the living room where everyone was sitting around the coffee table chatting. Everyone goes silent as they watch you and Edge. Edge sits down on the couch, unbothered by the seven pairs of eye lights on him. He pulls you onto his lap, holding you around your middle with one arm and playing with your hair with his other hand.

"when did you two get so close, boss?" Red says slumped forward on the coffee table, playing with a glass half-filled with alcohol.

"RECENTLY." Edge replies.

You look up and see that he was peering down at you. You smile up at him, then he responds by massaging your scalp with his fingers. His actions made you close your eyes and make a happy humming noise. You never quite knew why scalp massages felt so nice, but you didn't feel like you should question it.

"careful you'll put her to sleep, if you keep doin' that." You hear Stretch say.

"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE ABOUT THAT?" You hear Edge's voice rumble behind you.

"dunno, you never seemed to be the cuddly type." Stretch then mutters something inaudible to himself.

"WELL EVERYONE NEEDS SOMEONE TO CUDDLE!" A very bubbly Papyrus said, "NO MATTER HOW PRICKY THEIR PERSONALITY MAY BE."

"AND EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMEONE TO LOVE TOO! ROMATICALLY OR PLATONICALLY!" You hear Blue add in followed by the sound of ice clinking in his glass.

"careful swinging your glass like that, blue. it's whiskey." A slurring Sans said followed by more clinking glass.

"SANS, THAT WAS AWFUL! AND STOP DRINKING, YOU'RE ALREADY DRUNK!"

As you were listening to the conversation, you noticed that you were slowly falling asleep even though it was in the middle of the day. Maybe you should have Edge stop rubbing your scalp. Bit by bit you open up your eyes to see the drunken party in front of you. Red and G were already drunkenly passed out; Sans and Stretch looked dazed; and Green, Papyrus, and Blue had their respective colored blushes across their cheekbones as they chatted. You saw a few empty tequila, vodka, and whiskey bottles on the coffee table. Why were they already drinking?

"FOOLS. THEY'RE GOING TO BE HUNGOVER BY DINNER AND IT'S MY TURN TO COOK TONIGHT."

"Do you want me to help out?" You ask as you hop off Edge's lap.

"NOOOoOoo…DON'T LEEEEeEEeeaveeee…" A whine comes from behind you, turning around it was Blue. His glow was a more saturated light blue now.

"SHE'S GOING TO HELP ME COOK DINNER, UNLIKE ALL OF YOU LAZY DRUNKS. I STILL DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ALL DRINK THIS HEAVILY ON THE WEEKEND." Edge crosses his arms giving everyone a disapproving look.

"isss cuz we're stress'd that's whyy." Sans slurs out.

"We haven't made any progress at the lab for… weeks now…" Green sheds a tear before putting his head on the coffee table and wailing.

"stop cryin', you're gonna dilute your drink, big guy…" Stretch pats Green on his head, while taking a sip of his own alcohol.

"haha, you know what they say… there's a beer for every ale-ment…" Sans says tipsily raising his glass.

"SANS… WE'RE NOT EVEN DRINKING BEER." Papyrus says with a serious tone.

You turn back to Edge, "Maybe I should bring them up to their rooms?"

"JUST LEAVE THEM. THEY'LL EITHER SOBER UP OR GET INTO A FIGHT AND HONESTLY I WANT TO WATCH THEM FIGHT." Edge then turns to walk back to the kitchen.

"A-a-ah… okay." You look between Edge and the drunk group in the living room. You decide to leave them there for now. You walk to the kitchen to find Edge pulling out some cutting boards, knives, and a pot. "What are you making?"

"MY DELICIOUS LASAGNA. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE SAUCE FROM TOMATOES? OR SHALL YOU JUST BOIL THE NOODLES?" Edge says as he pulls several tomatoes from the fridge.

"I can boil the noodles. I would like to watch how you would make tomato sauce, Edge." You say placing a pot half filled with water over the stove burner.

"WELL FIRST CAN YOU PUT A PAN ON THE STOVE. THEN ADD OLIVE OIL AND I'LL CUT UP SOME ONIONS TO ADD TO IT." Edge says as he grabs an onion and begins to cut them up with expertise.

You do as he says and every once in a while you look over your shoulder to watch him cut other ingredients swiftly.

"You're really good at cutting ingredients, Edge. It seems like you cook a lot." You say as you add the lasagna noodles to the boiling pot of water.

"IT IS NOT AS DIFFERENT AS WIELDING A WEAPON, BUT YES I AM VERY GOOD AT COOKING. OTHERWISE MY BROTHER MIGHT EAT OUT EVERY NIGHT AT GRILLBY'S." You hear an exasperated sigh come from Edge.

"I see. Is Grillby's a restaurant of some sort?" You ask as you take a bowl full of the onions Edge chopped up earlier and adding it to a heated pan with oil.

"MORE LIKE A BAR AND MOST OF THE CUSTOMERS ARE MONSTERS." Edge shows up next you at the stove now taking over the pan with the onions and oil. You watch him as he add pinches of different seasonings and then the diced, slightly mashed tomatoes to the pan as well.

"Interesting. Maybe you can take me sometime." You say as you poke at the boiling noodles in the pot with a wooden spoon you found in a drawer.

"AND PASS UP MY WONDERFUL COOKING? HOW RUDE." Edge says stirring the sauce a little bit more rougher than intended.

"Well… maybe you can take me when people here are too much or if you're too tired to cook."

"FAIRY."

"Yes?"

"IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU WANT TO GO ON A D… D-D…" Edge trails off and his stirring gets slower.

You look away from the pot in front of you and you turn your head to look at Edge. You see that he's intensely focused on the pan of sauce in front of him with a deep crimson blush is glowing across his skull. You're realization came slow, but when it did you whip your head back to the pot in front of you and your own face heats up.

"Oh um… we can go out in a date…” You say quietly.

"WELL… UM… I'LL CONTACT YOU WHEN I HAVE A DAY FREE, SO THAT WE CAN… GO ON… T-THIS D-D-D…DA-DATE." Edge fumbles with the stove knobs trying to turn it off. You notice that his hands are shaking.

"We don't have to-" You start, maybe suggesting that was too much.

"NO!" Edge shouts quickly. "I-I MEAN… I…"

"It's fine, we can still go out. Even if you want to keep it... platonic." You say walking over to a cabinet to pull out a dish to put the lasagna in and tongs to grab the steamy noodles.

"…OKAY." You hear Edge say in, probably, the most calmest tone you'll ever hear from him.

"Well let's put this lasagna together now, I might get hungry soon. That sauce smells heavenly."

"YES! YES THE LASAGNA! LET ME FINISH THIS AND YOU CAN GO STAND OVER THERE WHERE YOU WON'T BE IN THE WAY." Edge says as he takes over the rest of the cooking. You go over to a section of the counter where you won't get in his way. You watch as he quickly puts together the lasagna and place it in the oven. "IT'LL BE 45 MINUTES UNTIL IT'S DONE."

"M'kay. Hopefully the others will be able to eat some too." You say looking down at the floor.

"WELL THOSE DRUNKARDS WILL DO WHAT THEY WANT. I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY DO." Edge takes two long strides to make his way in front of you. "AS LONG AS YOU'RE… NEVERMIND."

"Hm?" You tilt your head to the side.

"I SAID NEVERMIND FAIRY!" Edge says with a huff.

Then you and Edge quickly turn yours and his attention to the shouting in the living room.

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When you heard the shouting from the living room, the first thing you did was run over to see what was happening and what you found was unexpected. Sans was chatting with Stretch like how Papyrus would with Blue; Red and Green were sobbing together on the coffee table; and Papyrus and Blue looked like they wanted to kill each other, and you were assuming G was the one hidden underneath the blanket, behind the recliner, out of sight. You stand near the dining table with Edge to watch the whole scene unravel.

"AH, GOOD. WE HAVEN'T MISSED THE GOOD PART YET." Edge says as he takes a seat at the dining table to watch.

You do the same, since you won't interfere until magic was involved. You were very curious about how your other housemates acted when they were drunk.

"ME? CLINGY? YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Blue says with crossed arms. "I HAVEN'T STAYED AROUND HER FOR THE WHOLE DAY, UNLIKE THAT BETA MALE OVER THERE, UNDER THE BLANKET." Blue nods towards G hiding spot.

"…please don't talk about me…" You hear G's muffled voice say from under his cover.

"SHUT IT, G." Blue snaps.

"…okay…"

"NO WONDER SHE HASN'T SPENT A DAY WITH YOU. YOU HAVE SUCH A BITTER PERSONALITY UNDER ALL THAT SUGARCOATING." Papyrus says looking down at Blue with disgust.

"OH? YOU WANNA GO THERE, ENERGIZER BUNNY?" Blue retorts.

"OH SURE. ONLY IF THAT SUGAR HIGH OF YOURS CAN KEEP UP."

You switch your attention from the two growling skeletons to the two sobbing ones.

"W-wwwwh-hyyy… whhhhyyyy…" Green says through his wailing.

"I…" Red sniffles, "feel… you there bro…"

"A-aaar- are wwww-e eee-ven go-good eno-enough?"

"of fuck-fuckin' cou-rs' not. th-that's why we're dri-drinkin' n-now." Red attempts to take another sip of his drink but ends up spilling a bit on himself. "f-fuck. no wond-er…"

"We're s...such a m-m... mess."

You wonder what they were crying about. Hopefully work wasn't too hard on them.

You feel Edge tap you on the shoulder. You turn to look at him and he has a bored expression on his face. "BIG BLUE'S AND STRETCH'S CONVERSATION SOUNDS LIKE A MOTHER'S BOOK CLUB. HOWEVER I'VE ALWAYS ENJOYED THE FIGHTS BETWEEN LITTLE BLUE AND THAT TALL CHILD."

You turn back to look at Papyrus and Blue and they were still at each others' throats growling.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?" Blue summons several light blue glowing bones.

Now you have to step in. You take a step away from Edge, but he catches your arm.

"YOU'RE GOING TO RUIN THE BEST PART, HUMAN."

"They're going to ruin my house. I'm going to at least have them go outside..." You walk to the living space, catching four pairs of eye lights.

"HELLO MY LITTLE QUEEN." Papyrus gives you a little bow.

"QUEENIE!" Blue's levitating bones quickly disappear. "W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Well... this is my house. Anyways, if you two are going to fight and all that, can you go outside?" You ask giving them your sweetest smile.

"CERTAINLY. I WOULD HATE FOR THIS ONE TO MESS UP YOUR HOUSE." Papyrus points at Blue with a smirk.

"I WAS NOT GOING TO MESS UP HER HOUSE." Blue said baring his canines at Papyrus. "AT LEAST I HAVE ENOUGH SKILL TO MANAGE THAT UNLIKE YOU."

Papyrus ignores Blue's jabs, "IGNORE HIM. HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO ACT IN FRONT OF A LADY,” he takes one of your hands into his to give it a kiss, "MAYBE WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE?"

"I'd rather not. I already have dinner in the oven."

"I CAN PUT SOMETHING ELSE IN YOUR OVEN."

You quickly avert your eyes from Papyrus's. "H-how about you just go outside?" You say quickly, thrown off by Papyrus’s sly comment.

"THAT SOUNDS LIKE A WONDERFUL IDEA!" Blue aggressively tugs on Papyrus, forcing him to follow him outside. Papyrus winks at you before he disappears outside.

"haha… is my bro too much for ya?" You hear Sans say. "he's real cute isn't he?"

"I guess…"

"I can't believe… you would let your brother near her!" You hear Stretch say in disbelief.

"why? she don' bite."

"ye. she do." Stretch points at Sans with a glass in his hand, "and I had a feelin' for some time that she does."

"stretch, my man. you are makin' no sense." Sans attempts to pour himself another cup of alcohol, but the bottle was empty.

"I think…" You take the empty alcohol bottles from the coffee table and Sans, "…maybe you both should stop drinking. We're going to have dinner soon."

"aww… you're a party pooper" Sans says as he slowly lets go of his glass, letting your magic envelop it and carry it to the kitchen.

You attempt to take Stretch's glass, but he held on to it firmly, "I'll be keeping my glass, thanks."

"'Kay." You didn't want Stretch's sour attitude to upset you, he was drunk after all. You grab the other empty glasses with your magic and carried everything to the kitchen. You direct the floating glasses to the sink as you put the empty alcohol bottles in the recycle. Thinking about it now, there is probably no chance that any of your drunken housemates are going to sober up in time for dinner. Looking towards the dining room table, you see that Edge wasn't sitting there anymore; he's probably outside watch Papyrus and Blue fight.

You grab a glass of water, stuck in your thoughts about everyone's switched drunk personas: Papyrus was basically G, Blue was a more childish Red, Green and Red were just… crying drunks, G was the total opposite of his personality, and you had no idea what to say about Sans and Stretch. Actually, Sans was more talkative and present; it was Stretch who you had no idea about, really. It seemed like he likes you for one second but despises you the next. You let out an exasperated sigh, his attitude is going to frustrate you to no end whether he was drunk or not.

"QUEENIE, GRAB SOME PLATES FOR US. THE LASAGNA SHOULD BE DONE ABOUT NOW." Edge says walking into the kitchen.

You flick your finger, opening up the cabinets and grabbing two sets of silverware and plates. You didn't feel like moving and Edge doesn't seem to mind your magic use.

"FAIRY." Edge stands next to you with his arms crossed, he has light blue oven mitts on. "DON'T BE LAZY."

You jokingly roll your eyes at him then you make the tableware float towards you into your hands. "I'm not being lazy. I'm being efficient."

"WHATEVER." Edge goes to grab the lasagna from the oven and you head over to the dining table to set up the two sets of plates and silverware.

As you set up the dining table, you look towards the now quiet living room. It seems like everyone has fallen asleep, judging from the passed out Green and Red on the coffee table. Edge brought out the steaming lasagna and places it on the table. The two of you take a seat next to each other.

"Well… more for us." You say quietly looking at the mostly empty table.

Edge hums in acknowledgement, as he cuts a piece for himself then surprisingly he cuts one for you and places it on your plate.

"Thank you."

Edge and you begin to eat. The lasagna was wonderful, very simple but satisfying. It was very similar to how you would make spaghetti but, obviously, in lasagna form.

"Hey Edge?" You say poking at a piece of food.

"YES, QUEENIE?"

"Would… you mind if I could… stay in your room tonight? I get a lot of nightmares and they're pretty bad. Usually William sleeps with me so that I don't have any, but since he's not home now and he won't be here by tomorrow morning at the earliest. I can't really ask anyone else, but you don't have to say yes, if you don't want to." You say as you fidget in your seat.

"WELL… MY BROTHER ALSO GETS NIGHTMARES, HOWEVER HE ABSOLUTELY WRECKS THE HOUSE SINCE HIS MAGIC GOES CRAZY. DO YOU DO THAT?" You see Edge look at you out of the corner of your vision.

"No… although I do panic a bit and then I can't go back to sleep." You respond.

"THEN I CAN MAKE AN EXCEPTION FOR ONE NIGHT SINCE I'M YOUR ONLY HOPE OF A GOOD NIGHT'S REST." Edge say before taking another bite.

"Thanks."

The rest of dinner was much quieter than the usual chaotic dinnertime that happened every night. Although, you enjoyed Edge's presence; he made you feel a little less lonely.

After finishing dinner, you both head up after cleaning up the kitchen and your dishes to get ready for bed. You walk into your room to change into some sweats and a t-shirt. Then you walk to the bathroom where you see Edge brushing his teeth. He was dressed in what looks to be black silk pajamas with red trimming. You quickly brush your teeth and brush out your hair. Then you both walk to his room. You stop in the doorway to take in his room, since you've never been inside before. You see it's mostly plain: empty walls and not many notable decor pieces other than that the color scheme was red, black, and metal.

"WELL HURRY UP, QUEENIE. DON'T JUST STAND THERE AND CLOSE THE DOOR BEHIND YOU." Edge says as he holds the covers open for you, already in bed.

You quickly come inside his room, shutting the door behind you and you quickly walk over to the bed. You stand there awkwardly until you gathered enough courage to crawl in. Edge wraps his arm around your waist to cover you with his blanket. You feel heat rush to your face once you notice how close you and Edge were; only inches were separating the two do you. He seemed to notice too from how the pillow now glowed a faint crimson color from his skull.

"Do you want me to face you or…" You whisper.

"WHATEVER MAKES YOU NOT HAVE ANY NIGHTMARES. I DON'T CARE." Edge says trying to avoid looking at you.

"O-okay." You turn over with your back to him, but his arm was still wrapped around your middle.

"Is your arm okay there?" You pat his hand with yours. Responding to your small pat, he turns his over to hold yours. His hand was warm, but it still had the smooth feel of bones.

"IT'S FINE. STOP ASKING QUESTIONS, FAIRY." He clutches your hand a little tighter.

"M'kay." You squeeze his hand back.

“Maybe he’s more comfortable being snuggly when he’s alone, adorable.” You think to yourself, smiling a little.

Silence.

"…ARE YOU COMFY?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you for letting me sleep here with you."

"YOU'RE WELCOME. I WAS FEELING VERY GENEROUS SINCE I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN STAY SOBER AROUND YOU."

"mhmm."

Silence.

"Goodnight, Queenie." Edge whispers, so gently and softy you wouldn't think it was Edge.

"Goodnight Edge." You feel him pull you in closer with the arm wrapped around your waist.

Tonight you didn't have any bad dreams, only ones of toasted marshmallows and lasagna.

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The first thing you noticed when you regained consciousness the next morning was a spicy-musk cologne smell and faint whispers. You kept your eyes closed, since you didn't have the energy to open them yet. You snuggle your face further into what you think is a pillow. Just as you did that the faint whispering you heard stopped.

"what are you hiding there?"

"just the human." You felt your pillow rumble against your face. Then you felt your back get a little colder for only a moment.

"oh. she's cute like that, sleeping."

You couldn't tell who was whispering.

"she wriggles a lot. although she stops when you hold her." You feel something shift around your waist.

"aww… she probably had a dream."

"I guess. now shoo, you'll wake her up."

"you're going to stay in bed after seven am?"

"hate to say it, but yes. I'll be here until she wakes up, unfortunately."

"can't you just…move her? I thought you didn't like her."

"I'm not going to, I'll wake her up if I do. she needs sleep." There's a pause. "…and I don't necessarily hate her, she's okay. don't tell her I said that though."

"okay, whatever you say."

"now shoo." You feel your pillow shift around.

The sounds of footsteps gets a little further away then stops after a small click.

Your consciousness slowly slips away as you feel someone start playing with your hair.

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You woke up again, but this time it was to something much louder. It sounded like muffled screaming. Slowly you prop yourself up on your elbow, rubbing your eyes with your free hand.

"YOU'RE AWAKE?"

You nod.

"GOOD. I'M GOING TO CHECK ON OUR HUNGOVER HOUSEMATES. I HOPE THEY DIDN'T MAKE A MESS." Edge shifts around you and gets off the bed. "MAKE SURE YOU GET UP SOON, IT'S ALREADY LATE."

You nod again, already missing your source of warmth.

You watch Edge as he walks over to his bedroom door and leaves you alone. You look around his room as you sit up slowly. A sliver of light was filtering through the cracks in his blackout curtains illuminating his plain room. You move to sit on the edge of his bed, a shiver running up your body as your feet touch the cold floor. You stretch your arms and legs, waking you up a bit more, then you head out of his room.

The first thing you see was a white blur running up the stairs and into the bathroom. As you walked towards the bathroom to see who that was, you heard someone throwing up, a lot. You hurried over to the entrance of the bathroom to see that it was Papyrus hunched over the toilet, throwing up whatever he had. You don't know how that would work since they don't have stomachs, but this wasn't the time to be thinking about skeleton monster anatomy. You walked into the bathroom and grabbed a glass to fill up with water for later. Then you started to rub Papyrus's back, he was still throwing up. How much did this guy drink last night? You felt bad for the still-pajama clad skeleton, what problems did he have that he had to drown his sorrows in alcohol? Once Papyrus stopped throwing up, you helped him up and made him rinse his mouth with water. With a little help from your own gravity magic, you helped him back to his room.

Looking around his room as you walked him back to his bed, you saw his racecar bed that you had woken up in when you first got here. Then you saw a pirate flag hanging on his wall, a table full of his action figures, a computer, a bookshelf, and a box full of what looks to be bones.

"I'll bring up some food and water for you, okay?" You say as you pull his purple blanket over him.

"…hurts…" Papyrus weakly says.

"You're hurting? Does your head hurt?" You sit on the edge of his bed.

"…mhmm…" Papyrus does a small nod, "…kiss…better…"

"Do you want me to kiss it to make it feel better?" You said with a small smile, how cute.

Papyrus nods slightly.

"M'kay, sweetie." You get up and leaned over to give Papyrus a small kiss on his forehead. "I'll be back, okay?" Then with that, you quietly leave his room. Once you closed the door with a click, you saw Edge hauling a hungover Blue and Sans underneath each arm, up the stairs. 

"QUEENIE! GO HELP RED GET THE G BROTHERS UPSTAIRS." Edge commands as he walks past you, kicking open Sans's bedroom door.

"A-ah… okay." You say into the now empty hallway. Quickly going down the stairs you saw Red in the living room with the two hungover brothers.

"c'mon guys… up and at 'em." You watch Red as he tugs at Green's arm. He was still slumped over the coffee table. G was still hidden underneath a blanket, tucked behind the recliner.

You walk over next to Red, asking if he needed some help.

"that would be great, kitten. but I doubt, you can get this giant and that little scaredy cat over there to move." He says crossing his arms.

You motion to him to just watch you.

"sure, sure kitten. work your magic." His smile challenging you.

You roll your eyes, you'll show him. Slowly you kneel beside Green and started to rub his back, letting a little bit of healing magic flow to your fingertips. Then you started to whisper to him, "M'kay darling, let's get up now. You'll be more comfy in your bed."

"Don… wanna." You hear his muffled voice through his crossed arms.

"Please? I'll tuck you in too…" Hopefully that works.

"…really?" You see an eye light poke out of his arm cradle.

"Mhmm." A small smile grows on your face. "He's like a little kid, when he's hungover." You think to yourself.

Then there was hesitation from him. One… two… three minutes pass by until he slowly moves from his spot and shakily stands up. He moves to grab your hand, which you willingly hand to him.

"Let's go get you upstairs and I'll come back for your brother, okay?"

Green quietly nods. Then the two of you slowly but surely walk upstairs and into his room. When you opened up his room, the state of it was the last thing you expected. There were books and papers stacked all around the room, his desk covered in more papers, crumpled and flat, and rolls of blueprint paper put into any corner they could be stored. The most notable thing about his room was the nostalgic bookstore smell; reminded you of your study back at the castle. You led Green carefully into his room, making sure to not bump into anything. You helped him into his bed and tucking him in, like you said you would. As his skull hit his pillow, he was out. Time for his brother.

You walked downstairs and you saw Red had moved to sit on the couch, already given up on trying to move G from his hiding spot. You walk over to the blanket ghost, and crouched in front of it.

"Wanna come out now?"

"…Nooo… it's too bright…"

"Then you can keep the blanket over your head when we walk to your room. All you need to do is hold my hand." You say as you place your hand on the edge of the blanket. "Do you wanna do that?"

"…mmm…yeah." His hand pokes out from underneath his cover. You gently take a hold of it, while the two of you stand up.

You turn to Red before leaving the living room, "Can you get water for everyone? I'll make lunch."

"sure, kitten."

Then you started to walk to G's room, with him in tow. You get to his room and he lets go of your hand.

"Thanks… that dog downstairs doesn't remember how hangovers are like… so it was nice how you helped me." He leans towards you slowly and bumps your forehead with what you think is his forehead. "I'm going to sleep for a bit okay, princess?"

You hum an okay. Then he reaches out and with a little searching, he turns his doorknob and opens his room. With no rush, G slips into his room. You head back downstairs to make some food for everyone. When you get downstairs you see Red filling up a glass and placing it next to several other filled ones on the counter.

"everyone, went upstairs, huh?" You watch Red lean on the counter as you walk around the kitchen gathering things to make lunch for everyone later. "it's impressive that you got the g brothers to move. most of the time we just leave them wherever they ended up."

"Well... you have to be gentle with them. You can't just up and move a person who's in pain." You say as you put together several peanut butter and jelly sandwiches simultaneously.

"I guess."

"I have a question for you…," you say as you direct the sandwiches onto several plates with your magic.

"shoot, kitten."

"How are you not super hungover right now? You don't even have a headache or anything?"

"I recover easily. I've had my fair share of drinkin’ nights." You hear a low and quiet sigh from Red.

You hum to his statement as you carefully wrap your magic around four sets of food and water, while grabbing another two sets with your two hands.

"need a little help there kitten?" You see Red raise one of his brow bones at the floating glasses and plates.

You shake your head as you walk out the kitchen and up the stairs, "I'm fairly capable as you can see."

"I'm not doubtin’ that you are. just wanted to ask." Red said following behind you.

Once you had gotten to the top of the stairs, you opened Green's, G's, Blue's, Stretch's, and San's doors with your magic and directed the sets of food and water into each of the rooms. You walked over to Papyrus's door and opened it, you told him that you would come back. When you walked into Papyrus's room again, you saw him sitting upright in his racecar bed.

"I came back with food and water. Don't eat if you're still nauseous though." You say placing the plate and water next to his action figures. Then you sat on the edge of his bed.

"THANK YOU…" Papyrus was looking down at his bed.

"Hey… why were you drinking last night?" You ask look at his unusual downcast face. "You can talk to me if you want."

"…IT'S HARD TO EXPLAIN." You watch as Papyrus begins to fidget with the edge of his blanket. "…I… JUST… DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL WHEN… I LEARNED ABOUT YOU."

"Oh." So that's what it was about. You wouldn't blame him, you had a small feeling in your gut that everyone was drinking because of that. You start to stand up from the bed, but Papyrus catches your hand.

"I STILL THINK YOU'RE A GOOD PERSON, QUEENIE. I WILL ALWAYS BELIEVE IN YOU." Papyrus gives you a wide smile.

You smile back, "Thank you, Papyrus. That's means a lot to me." You turn and leaned into give him a small kiss on his forehead like you had done earlier. Once you pulled away, you saw an orange blush illuminate his skull and a shy expression on his face.

"IF I WERE STILL DRUNK, I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU THAT YOU MISSED." Papyrus says squeezing your hand.

You laugh, "Maybe you would have."

"…THEN MAYBE…I'M STILL DRUNK BECAUSE… YOU DID MISS." Papyrus says with a smile that you would have only seen on G. Sweet but flirtatious enough to get a message across.

Before you could respond, you hear the door open. You turn to see that it was Edge.

"QUEENIE, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU. IT'S IMPORTANT." Edge says with urgency.

"M'kay." You look back at Papyrus who had his innocent, wide smile back on.

"DON'T WORRY. I'LL GET SOME REST, QUEENIE!" Papyrus says lying back down on his pillow.

"Okay." You leave Papyrus's room with Edge. Once the two of you were in the hallway, Edge closes Papyrus's door with a soft click. "So what do you need to talk to me about?"

"I REALIZED WHAT TIME OF YEAR IT IS." Edge says with a neutral expression.

"Oh. Um…" You raise a brow at Edge and his vague statement. "…Are you okay, Edge?" As you looked at Edge a little longer, you noticed he was a bit more fidgety than usual and he wasn't making his usual eye contact with you.

"IT'S JUST… IT'S SPRING." Edge makes eye contact with you for only a moment before turning his attention to the other end of the hall.

"…Y-yeah. It's spring. Is there something important about spring?" You say trying to figure out what he needed to tell you.

You can see his hesitation, then he takes a deep breath in before talking. "YOU NEED TO LEAVE NEXT WEEK AND YOU NEED TO STAY OUT FOR TWO WEEKS."

"What?" You say with a confused smile. Edge was being very vague, which was unusual for his upfront and center personality. "I need a good reason to leave my house for two weeks, Edge."

"JUST… JUST DO AS I SAY." Finally Edge makes eye contact with you, "IT'S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE RIPPED APART."

"R-ripped apart?" You cross your arms, "Edge you're being so vague, that I can't get a clue what you're talking about."

"kitten, we're going into heat next week." You hear Red's voice from the top of the staircase.

"Heat?" You think for a second, you've heard that term before, "You mean like… heating up? Or like… b-breeding season for animals?"

"the second one, kitten."

"Oh." You begin fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, bothered by the awkwardness of the current conversation topic. "I guess that's a good reason to leave my house for two weeks…"

"yeah, good idea boss." Red walks up next to Edge, "it'll be unfortunate if our heat springs out of nowhere."

"THAT WAS TERRIBLE." Edge says looking down at his shorter brother.

You laugh at Red's terrible joke, but now you're thinking: how does everyone act during heat? Even though it's a terrible idea to stick around for a week just to see how it is, the scholar inside of you craves that knowledge. Well, you have a week to decide what you're going to do.

Thinking about it a little more, the skeletons' heat sounded similar to something that happens to mages: King's Fever. It was a month when most mages suddenly come down with a fever and they begin acting unusual as it goes away. Although, it only affected mages who harbored a lot of magical energy. You've never caught King's Fever from what you could remember, but that could just be one of your own unique side effects. No one liked talking about their King’s Fever experience.

“…Eeeeeeeeedgee…” A weak voice said from behind edge, snapping you out of your thoughts. The three of you turn around to see a very hungover Blue peeking out from his dark room.

The three of you walk over to Blue's cracked open door.

“WHAT IS IT NOW?” Edge says squatting down to make eye contact with the little hungover skeleton.

“I WANT PAPY.”

“SMOKESTACK OR THE EXUBERANT ONE?”

“MY PAPY.” Blue says rubbing his eye socket. “I WANT MY PAPY.”

His Papy? Was there more than one…? Or did they just have the same name and nickname? Now is probably not the time to ask about that.

"WE'LL SEE WHERE YOUR BROTHER IS. HOWEVER, I DIDN'T SEE HIM ANYWHERE IN THE HOUSE. NOW GET BACK IN BED." Edge tells Blue.

"...OKAY." Blue closes his door with a quiet click.

Then the three of you hear the front door open downstairs.

"speak of the devil... he just came home." You hear Red say at the top of the staircase.

The three of you head downstairs to greet Stretch, oblivious to a very dangerous aura.

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When the three of you reached the bottom of the staircase steps, the first thing you noticed was the smell: it was intoxicatingly sweet, like honey whiskey.

"SMOKESTACK! DO NOT SMOKE THAT INSIDE! IT RUINS FURNITURE!" Edge says scolding the orange hoodie clad skeleton.

You looked at Stretch who was smoking a cigar you've never seen before. As he breathed out, thick deep orange smoke rolled out of his mouth and seeped out of his nasal cavity. The smell became more intense and it started to make you feel a little strange.

"hey kiddo, are you doin' okay?" Red bumps your arm with his, with a concerned look on his face. "you don't look too good."

You look at Red and the strange feeling started getting worse. You quickly covered your nose and mouth with your hand, trying to block out the smell. "You don't smell that? It's so strong…" Your voice muffled by your hand.

"smell what, kitten?" Red sniffs the air and turns to look at you. "I don't smell anythin'…" Red looks at Stretch, who's currently getting scolded by Edge about smoking inside. "what does it smell like kitten?"

"Sweet… the intox…icating kind. It's making me… feel dizzy…" You say as your legs slowly start to give out. You fall to your knees and you begin coughing, choking on the air you breathed in. You tried standing up again but your legs felt too weak.

"kitten!" You heard Red say before being picked up by someone.

You look up expecting to see Red, but it's Stretch. The smell was so intense, it made your head spin. You weakly snap your fingers, creating a small purple barrier around your nose and mouth to block out the smell. The barrier you created was thin and it was wavering like a glitchy program. What's going on? Your magic never acted like this. Then you felt your body become surrounded by magic and yanked out of Stretch's arms like a rag doll into something, or rather, someone. Looking up again it was Edge, who had his brow bones furrowed while making intense eye contact with Stretch. He sets you back down on your feet, but keeps a hand on your shoulder to keep you steady. You noticed Red’s socket was lit by red flames.

"stretch.” You saw Red's expression turn from serious to visible aggression. "do anythin' to her and I'll personally tear you apart." The magic in his socket flares more intensely as he let out a low growl.

Stretch makes eye contact with you and smiles, "try it then." Then his body turns into orange smoke, leaving no trace of his physical one.

"why are you so tense, honey? Relax." A deep sultry voice whispers into your ear. You whip around and quickly move away from the source of the voice behind you. As you stumble away, you watch as red translucent bones cage in Stretch. You fall back down to the floor, after throwing yourself off balance; you're dizziness made you feel like passing out now.

"boss! take queenie and get out of here!" You heard Red shout.

Then you felt someone pick you up; you looked up to see that it was Edge. Cradled in his arms, he begins sprinting to the door, but orange bones rose out of the floor and blocked the entrance.

"Shit." You heard Edge say underneath his breath.

You muster all the strength you could and snapped your fingers, setting off your mother's magic cancellation spell and making everyone's magic dissipate. Stars started to fill your vision, you were close to losing consciousness. You've barely used any magic but you feel like you've hit your limit.

"STAY AWAKE QUEENIE." Edge's voice sounded so far away. Was he running? Where were you going? You were trying your hardest to stay awake. Then you felt the warm air turn into cool wind, were you outside now? All you could do now was hear the wind rushing past your head, Edge's magic humming in his chest, and the sound of his feet hitting the ground as he runs.

"WE'RE ALMOST THERE." Almost where? As you struggled to get your bearings again, you felt him shift you around in his arms and the sound of a door opening. You felt your body being set down and something strapped across your chest with a click. Then the low roar of an engine filled your ears, you were in a car now.

"Wher…e…?" Is all you could breathe out. You were struggling to keep your eyes open and your head felt so heavy.

"SOMEWHERE THAT ISN'T THERE. IT'S NOT SAFE FOR YOU TO BE THERE AND YOU BEING THERE WOULD MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE." Edge promptly answers.

"What… did he do to me…?" You whisper as you try to focus on your hands in your lap. Barely being able to focus, your barrier mask flits and disappears.

"WHEN THAT SMOKESTACK GOES INTO HEAT, HIS PHEROMONES CAN WEAKEN HIS PREY; LIKE A SNAKE AND ITS VENOM. THE CIGARETTES HE SMOKES HELPS HIM CONTROL HIS MAGIC MORE PRECISELY." You hear Edge make a sound of annoyance. "THE DAMN CHEAT TRIED TO JUMP YOU AND CLAIM YOU. ONCE I GET BACK I'M GOING TO…" The rest of his sentence was unintelligible muttering.

“I need… to call Will…” You say as you slowly drawing a circle in your palm. If something happened to you and you didn’t tell William or Susan, you were never going to be left alone by yourself for as long as you walked on the earth.

“STOP USING YOUR MAGIC.” Edge swats at your hand, without taking his eye lights off the road. “YOU’RE GOING TO PASS OUT IF YOU KEEP PUSHING YOURSELF. JUST CALL HIM LATER.”

“…but…”

“YOU CAN CALL HIM ONCE WE MAKE TO THE HOTEL.”

“Oh… oka-“ You stop yourself and process what Edge said, “Ho-hotel…?”

“YOU CAN’T STAY AT THE HOUSE. BY NOW, EVERYONE HAS PROBABLY WENT INTO HEAT EARLY.”

“Everyone…?”

“I’LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING ONCE WE GET TO THE HOTEL. NOW STOP DISTRACTING ME WITH YOUR QUESTIONS.”

For the rest of the ride, you quietly watched the scenery change from sprawling fields to the ever moving cityscape. Then you see Edge pull into the valet parking of a modern-looking hotel.

Edge puts the car in park and gets out. You watch him as he talks to the person working valet. You heard him threatening to rip their leg off if they put a scratch on his car and saw that the valet worker was unfazed, like he was used to it. After handing the bored-looking worker his keys, Edge walked to your side of the car and opened up the door.

"DO YOU THINK YOU CAN WALK NOW?" Edge asks you, holding the door open.

"Maybe. I might have to hold onto you, though." You say sitting a little straighter in your seat and unbuckling yourself.

You slowly swing your legs out of the car and with a little bit of Edge's help, you hop out of the car. Once you were standing, you quickly attached yourself to Edge’s arm realizing that you weren’t able to stand by yourself for very long. Then the two of you slowly walked into the lobby of the hotel to the front desk. Standing there was a golden curly haired girl typing on the computer behind the counter. She looks up and smiles at Edge.

"Welcome back, Mr. Edge. Was your family being too rowdy aga-" She cuts herself off and her expression turns to surprise when she sees you, "Haha, I see."

"WHAT'S SO FUNNY?" Edge says in an unamused tone. "I JUST NEED A ROOM."

"Yes, yes." The lady chuckles to herself as she types something up on the computer. "The usual suite, Mr. Edge?"

"OF COURSE."

The lady types up something on the computer in front of her and then hands him a card. "Here you go. Enjoy your stay."

"THANK YOU." Edge takes the card.

"And make sure you enjoy your stay too, sweetheart." The lady gives you that "I know you're doing that" smile.

You smile back awkwardly and then the two of you walk to the elevators. You watch Edge scan the key card then click the highest numbered floor button.

"You've been here before?" You ask as you look down at your feet, trying to stay balanced. “They didn’t seem scared of you.”

"I GO HERE TO GET AWAY FROM EVERYONE. I’VE DONE THAT SEVERAL TIMES."

"Oh? Okay." You respond quietly. You realized that you and Edge were now truly alone; the thought started to make your heart race with no explanation. So the two of you stood together, with linked arms, in silence until the elevator made it up to the top floor of the hotel. The elevator doors open and the first thing you noticed was that it opened directly to what looks to be a living room.

“GO SIT ON THE COUCH, I NEED TO MAKE A FEW CALLS.” Edge says as he unhooks his arm from yours.

You nod and slowly walked over the the sets of couches in the middle of the room. As you sat down you started taking in the hotel room the receptionist gave Edge: it looked like the entire floor was a singular suite with a couple bedrooms and bathrooms and the common area that you were currently in; furnished with basic modern furniture. The entire common area was illuminated by natural light streaming in from the large panel windows that overlooked the city below. You began fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, looking down at the sweats you slept in the night before. This morning was so busy, you didn’t even have time to think about changing into at least a pair of jeans. As you heard Edge’s voice filtering in from a different room as he talked on the phone, you remembered you had to call William. You draw a circle in your palm and slowly let your magic pool in your palm, creating a small black spell circle.

“Don’t come back to the house, everyone came down with King’s fever. I’m at a hotel with Edge, I think I’m okay for now. Call me once the meeting with the Council is done.” You say into the small glowing circle. Once you finished your message, the little circle shatters into tiny fragments and disintegrates. Now you had to fix other matters: first, you had to lock down the house, you couldn’t have one of the skeletons spreading King’s fever to the outside world, if that’s possible. Second, was to figure out what you were going to do with Edge since he was also meant to go into his own heat in a week. Then the third thing on your list was to make sure you didn’t catch King’s fever or went into heat yourself.

“FINISHED.” Edge walks back into the common room, you see him shove his phone back into his back pocket. “ NOW TO GET YOU OUT OF THOSE… CLOTHES.” You see him look at you up and down.

“They’re pajamas, Edge. They’re meant to be comfy looking.” You say as you tug on you sweats a bit. “And you need to explain what the heck is going on.”

“I DID TELL YOU THAT I WAS GOING TO EXPLAIN... FINE THEN. WHEN ONE OF US GOES INTO HEAT EARLY IT CAN SPREAD TO THE OTHERS, MAKING THE REST OF US GO INTO HEAT. SO THAT’S WHY FOR TIME BEING WE NEED TO STAY AWAY FROM THE HOUSE. ALTHOUGH, I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF YOU LITTLE FAIRIES GO INTO HEAT, BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY.” Edge explains as he walks over as sits on the couch across from you.

“So it’s like a domino effect?

“YOU CAN SAY THAT.” Edge looks off towards the windows, "AND IF YOU WERE WONDERING, EVERYONE MOSTLY GOES INTO HEAT DUE TO PHEROMONES OR HORMONES...SOMETHING LIKE THAT."

"Huh. Interesting." You say looking off at the same windows, it was sunny outside. "You mentioned that Stretch was trying to... claim me. What's that?"

You see Edge look at you for a moment out of the corner of your eye before looking back out the window, "IT'S WHEN A MONSTER PLACES THEIR MAGIC ON SOMEONE AND, BASICALLY, CLAIMS THEM. IF STRETCH CLAIMED YOU, NONE OF US WOULD BE ABLE TO GET NEAR YOU FOR A FEW MONTHS..."

You turn to see Edge's eye sockets narrow and his body tensed up at the end of his sentence. You knew there was something much more serious than what he was telling you. "Edge?"

He looks at you with his quiet angered expression, "WHAT?"

"What was Stretch really going to do? It doesn't seem like Stretch was going to just place magic or whatever on me." You say narrowing your eyes, copying his expression.

Edge doesn't respond to your question. Instead he gets up, walks over, and stands in front of you with his hands on his hips. "LET'S GO GRAB SOME CLOTHES FOR YOU... YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY BE WALKING AROUND WITH ME IN THOSE."

"Edge." You say crossing your arms. He was avoiding answering your question. "You said you were going to tell me what's going on."

"AND I DID. NOW..." Edge says scooping you off the couch with ease.

"Tell me. Please?" You say in a sweet voice with an added smile.

"NO AND NOT EVEN THE PRETTIEST OF PLEASES WOULD GET ME TO TELL YOU." Edge stops looking at you.

"How come you won't tell me?" You feel Edge shift you into one of his arms and click the elevator button.

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO; NOW STOP ASKING ME ABOUT IT." Edge says shutting down the conversation as the two of you walk into the elevator.

"Okay.” You decide that it’s better not to push him about the subject. “So where are we going to get clothes?" You say unable to contain your curiosity.

"A PLACE THAT MEETS MY STANDARDS." He pushes the button to go down to the lobby.

“How mysterious.” You say in a sarcastic tone.

“IT’S NOT MYSTERIOUS AT ALL, QUEENIE.”

"If you say so."

As the elevator descended, you begin to hum quietly.

"...PRETTY..." You hear Edge murmur as he stares at the elevator doors.

"Hm?" You stop and look up at him.

"WHAT? I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING, FAIRY." Edge says as he slowly puts you down.

"I didn't really say anything either, Edge." You wrap your arms around his giving you a little bit more stability to stand up.

You notice Edge look down at you tightly clutching his arm, "STILL CAN'T STAND?"

"It's getting better. I just don't have my balance." You say loosening your grip on him.

"INTERESTING. IT SEEMS LIKE YOUR BODY HAS GOTTEN OVER THE SYMPTOMS MUCH FASTER THAN ANYONE ELSE HAS."

"Really? How long does Stretch's effect last usually?" You decided to leave your arm hooked around his.

"A COUPLE WEEKS, I THINK." Edge scratches his chin in thought.

"That would be absolutely awful." You shuddered at the thought at not being able to walk while someone had King's fever.

"VERY MUCH SO, FAIRY." You see Edge puff out his chest a little, "THANKFULLY I WAS THERE TO GET YOU OUT IN TIME BEFORE ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN."

You smile, "Thankfully a hero was there to save me."

"A... H-HER-... TCH OF COURSE. HOW COULD I POSSIBLY IGNORE SOMEONE IN DISTRESS. MY BROTHER ASKED ME TO GET YOU OUT ANYWAYS. IT'S NOT LIKE I HAD TO SAV- HELP YOU OR ANYTHING! HE WAS THE ONE WHO ASKED ME TO." Edge was looking straight ahead at the closed elevator doors, a deep crimson blush blooming on his cheekbones.

You quietly laugh, "Of course. Of course... hero."

He huffed at the repeated nickname, but no following retorts. He seemed to like being called that.

The elevator doors opened, letting in other hotel-stayers.

Whispering and murmuring slowly choked out the light atmosphere between you and Edge:

"Is that a monster?"

"Why'd they have to crawl out of hell?"

"Ugh, they're even more scarier up close."

"How can she stand that thing?"

"That girl has a poor sense in taste."

You coughed, creating silence in the elevator. What they were saying wasn't bothering you; it was the fact that you could literally feel Edge vibrating with the need to shout at the other passengers. You didn't need something like that to happen in a closed space.

Then the elevator doors opened to the lobby and everyone filled out as quickly as they could. You and Edge walked outside to grab his car and headed to an Edge-Approved store.

Chapter Text

This wasn't at all what you thought was an Edge-Approved store. It wasn't even a store for Edge.

Currently you were in a dressing room of a small Lolita boutique, trying on a few outfits of Edge's choice.

You twirled in front of a mirror, letting the poofy skirt float gently around you. The outfit you had on was black satin decorated with red lace and ribbons. Looking in the mirror, you look like a Victorian doll.

"Do you really think I look good in this?" You say aloud. This corseted, puffy outfit reminded too much of the stuffy dresses you wore to formal events back in the kingdom. Loose-fitting, flowy dresses were more your thing.

"OF COURSE! ARE YOU DOUBTING MY SUPERIOR FASHION SENSE, FAIRY?" Edge shouts from the other side of the curtain.

"Well… no. It's just… too poofy." You say patting the skirt.

"WHAT? LET ME SEE! IT CANNOT BE THAT TERRIBLE…" You could hear Edge's stomping before he threw open the dressing room curtain.

"You can't just open the curtains, Edge." You say in a bored tone.

"WHY NOT? I NEED TO SEE HOW IT LOOKS ON YOU." He says as he plays with the lace on your blouse.

"For all you know, I could have been undressing." You swat his hand away as you let out a sigh. You really didn't like this outfit, it was ruining your mood.

"WELL-", Edge pauses in thought as he stares at you in the mirror, "WHAT DO YOU WANT TO WEAR?"

You stare at Edge. His question was entirely unexpected, "…I could wear this but more light and flowy."

"LIGHT AND FLOWY?"

"Yeah. Maybe like…" You twirl in the dressing room, letting your soul flow out and wrap around you. You look in the mirror, now wearing a silvery lolita baby doll dress with matching ribbons in your hair.

"WHA- WHAT?!?" Edge starts fiddling with your hairbow with his eyes wide in shock. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"Just some magic." This wasn't just any magic: you were wearing your soul on your sleeve or rather your body. Playing with the lace decorating your skirt, you sweetly look up at Edge and ask, "Does it look good on me?"

Unable to respond from the earlier surprise, he just nods quickly. Grabbing your hand the two of you leave the dressing room. Without a word, Edge sits you down on one of the seats in the main area of the boutique and goes back to, hopefully, find something like what you were wearing.

This boutique wasn't particularly busy, however there were quite a few people looking around at the brightly and pastel-colored outfits. In your kingdom, it was rare to see normal people looking at frilly clothes like this. Although, it did make you smile just a little bit to see smaller children's faces light up as they spotted something they liked. Your small session of people watching came to an end as someone stepped in front of you.

"I can't believe I bumped into you again, your Majesty. It must be fate."

Just by the voice, you knew eye contact with this person could mean certain death for every citizen in a ten mile radius. You had to keep composed no matter what.

"Hey…you're supposed to look up when someone greets you, your Majesty. It's not very good manners, you know?"

"Please leave me be, Mercury. I don't wish to be bothered on a nice day like today." You say sternly.

"True, today is a fairly nice day. However, leaving her Majesty unattended is the last thing I want to do." You're greeted with Mercury's face as he kneels in front of you. Smiling, almost mockingly, he goes on, "I would hate for something to happen to you."

"Perhaps, since you're new to the Council, you didn't know that I hold enough magic to make up several armies. I highly doubt that anything would happen to me, Mercury. So please," You copy his smile, "don't waste your precious breath on useless flattery and lies. It'll get you nowhere."

"Flattery and lies is what got me into the Council, your Majesty." He replies jokingly. "However, it was difficult to do so."

"Well, it's not uncommon for rats like you to make it into that overgrown boys club." You sit a bit straighter and crossed your arms, "There really should be an extermination."

Mercury laughs nervously, "Your Majesty… are you suggesting that you're going to go against the Council at the semi-annual meeting?"

You just smile at him.

Mercury sighs as he stands up, "I guess it's about time your mercy ran thin, after everything."

"Don't tempt me with ripping your soul to pieces, Mercury. Besides I already know you're going to tell the Council, so leave." Honestly, you were ready to rip this guy to shreds and make sure he can't crawl out of his damned grave.

"Alright, then I guess I'll see you at the meeting, your Majesty." He leaves the boutique without another glance.

Swearing softly, "If it rains, it fucking pours. Doesn't it?" On top of worrying about all of your housemates, you had to now think about heading back to the kingdom for the semi-annual meeting. You wish you could just curl up in a bed and hide underneath all the covers for the next three months.

"IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT, FAIRY? YOU LOOK TIRED." You look up to see Edge and his arms full of pastel colored dresses similar to yours.

You shake your head, "No, I'm alright. I just have a headache, it's a little too crowded in here. Is it okay if we head back to the hotel soon?"

"WELL I SUPPOSE SO. IT WOULD BE TERRIBLE IF I HAD TO CARRY YOU BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM ALONG WITH ALL THIS. I WOULD END UP DROPPING YO- I MEAN… I'LL GO PAY FOR THESE NOW." Edge hurries away towards the cashier.

You stand up quietly laughing to yourself, "He cares."

===+===

Now back at the hotel, the two of you were lounging on the sofas: Edge reading a magazine and you were, well, laying down and watching Edge read a magazine. It wasn't like there wasn't anything to do in the hotel, you liked being in his company even though he wasn't paying attention to you at all. At least you thought he wasn't paying attention to you; every time you sighed or shifted on the sofa, you see his ruby eye lights peek over his magazine. Several minutes of this agonizing silence continue. This boredom was absolutely torturing and what were you going to do about it? Obviously mess with Edge. You sit up, folding your legs underneath you, letting your baby doll dress show just a little bit of your thigh. You look up to see that Edge had crumpled the edges of his magazine and glowing like a stop sign.

"Is everything alright, babe?" You cover your mouth, acting like the nickname was merely a mistake. It wasn't though.

"Y-YES!" He was glowing a bit brighter. "NOW IF YOU DON'T MIND, I WOULD LIKE TO BE UNBOTHERED WHEN I READ."

"But Edge, " You stand up and walk over to stand in front of him, "Your face is all red. Are you sure you're not coming down with a fever?" You lean over to place your forehead against his. Hopefully, this wasn't too much teasing. "You're really warm… babe."

Edge could only stutter as you pulled away from him. He had ripped his magazine in two.

"Oops, did I say it again? I'm sorry, Edge." You say casually.

Edge clears his throat, "IT'S FINE, FAIRY. BESIDES…" He stands up, smirking at you, "I LIKE IT WHEN YOU TEASE ME. IT'S REALLY CUTE."

"Wha- I'm… I'm not teasing you." You say defensively.

"OH? THEN ARE YOU FLIRTING?"

"No. If I was flirting, you would have asked me out on a date already."

"THEN LET'S GO ON A DATE."

"What?"

"WHAT?"

The two of you just stared at each other with confused looks. Did you hear him right? He really couldn't be serious.

"Um…" You break the awkward silence, "W-well… I'll go get ready then."

"OKAY."

===+===

That's how you ended up in a ruby silk off-shoulder dress sitting across Edge who was in a matching colored suit at a fancy restaurant. The two haven't talked since your conversation at the hotel. Frankly, you had no idea whether to be embarrassed or flattered by this situation, so you assumed that Edge was feeling the same way.

"Is there something I can get something started for the two of you? Drinks?" The waiter startles the two of you.

"Y-YES. JUST BRING SOME OF YOUR BEST RED WINE."

"Is there a spe-"

"JUST ANY!" Edge cuts off the waiter. He's nervous being in this situation, you can tell.

"And… is there anythi-"

"I'll just have the same." You cut the waiter off too.

"Alright, I'll bring that out shortly." The waiter walk away with your rushed order.

Back to silence. You glance at Edge, who was tapping the table and looking away from you. He was always the one to be asking for your attention, making you look at him. Now look how the tables have turned. You were never the one to be needy for attention and you never expected to want attention from the abrasive skeleton sitting across from you, but this silence was killing you.

"Um…Edge?"

"WHAT, FAIRY?" He finally looks at you.

"Do I look nice? You haven't said anything yet and usually you have something to say…" Why were you so nervous?

He looks at you up and down, making you fidget in your seat, "YOUR OUTFIT SEEMS SATISFACTORY FOR A DATE."

"Thank you. You cleaned up really nicely too, Edge." Almost too nicely, you could just take him for the meal instead; your cheeks heat up from the thought.

"OF COURSE. IT'S REQUIRED TO DRESS UP NICELY FOR A DATE." Edge puffs out his chest, shaking off the nervousness he had before. "SO, FAIRY, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS RESTAURANT? IT'S ONE OF THE FEW THAT MEETS MY VERY HIGH STANDARDS."

"It's really nice." You say looking around. It was decorated as if it jumped out of Great Gatsby; crystal chandeliers, the gold and black color scheme, and even the classy piano music. "I can see why it meets your standards."

"I WOULDN'T SETTLE FOR ANYTHING MEDIOCRE. BESIDES THEY SERVE LASAGNA HERE, HOWEVER MINE IS STILL SUPERIOR."

"That sounds really good. I would also love to make lasagna again with you, when we get back home." You say smiling thinking about last night.

"I WOU-"

"Here's your wine, sir." The waiter announced as he pours the two of you a glass. "Would the two of you like to order?"

"OF COURSE. WHAT ELSE ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?"

The rest of dinner went smoothly. The two of you both got lasagna; Edge had really pushed you to try it. Edge was right about it being good, but not as good as his. Then talking to Edge became easier as you got through your second glass of wine. Surprisingly, after a couple glasses, Edge was as smooth as G when it came to words. By dessert, you were questioning if you had caught something from Stretch before you left.

"FAIRY, I THINK YOU HAVE HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK." Edge says as he sips his third glass.

"Really? What makes you say that?" You respond as you swirled your wine.

"YOU'RE MORE RELAXED THAN USUAL. NOT AS FEISTY."

Responding back, you cracked a flirtatious smile, "Feisty, huh? Do you like it when I fight back, Edge?"

"YES. SOMETHING ABOUT FIGHTING WITH YOU IS… EXCITING." He was staring you down now with a grin matching your own. "I DON'T GET THE SAME FEELING WHEN I ARGUE WITH THE OTHERS."

You laugh, "Then I guess I should tease you more, since it gets you so heated."

"I WOULD MUCH PREFER TO TEASE YOU, QUEENIE. IT'S MUCH MORE SATISFYING THAT WAY." A flash of red swipes over his canines. Was that…? "WAITER, I'LL GET THE CHECK NOW."

"Sure, I'll get that to you in a moment." A passing waiter responds.

"Maybe you've had too many drinks yourself, babe." You avert your eyes and settled on looking at a wall. Why was looking at him so hard now? "Are you sure you can drive back to the hotel?"

"OF COURSE I CAN STILL DRIVE! I KNOW MY LIMIT UNLIKE A FEW CERTAIN DRUNKARDS WE KNOW." Edge huffs out.

"Well I've only seen everyone drink once…" You mention.

"HMM… THAT IS INTERESTING. I HAVE TO SAY THERE HAS BEEN FAR LESS DRUNK NIGHTS SINCE YOU HAD SHOWN UP, FAIRY. WHICH HAS BEEN TO MY BENEFIT SINCE I DO NOT HAVE TO BABYSIT THEM AS OFTEN."

Before you could respond back, a waiter comes by to hand Edge the check. You watch as he pulls out a small black card from his wallet. You notice the waiter stiffen a bit before relaxing back into a professional smile and walking away.

"Edge? Is there something special about that card you gave to the waiter?"

"IT IS A CARD THAT IS ONLY GIVEN TO THE ELITE, BUT I THINK THAT IS A LIE SINCE THE CINNAMON ROLL, SMOKESTACK, G, AND SKYSCRAPER SEEM TO HAVE ONE TOO."

"Oh. That's an interesting fun fact…"

Then a man and the waiter who took Edge's check strolled up next to the table. Both were wearing professional smiles as they tried to cover up their nervous shaking. You notice the man take the check from the waiter and hand it to you.

"Hello Ms. Edge. I'm the manager of this fine establishment," The manager hands you the check with Edge's card on it, "How was your dinner tonight?"

"I believe that's my husband's card," You say impulsively as you take the check and hand it to Edge, "and dinner was just fine. Right, dear?"

Edge coughs at your remark before taking the check from you, "YES. DINNER WAS ALRIGHT."

"Hus-Husband?" The manager stutters out. "That's- He's your husband?"

"Yes, he's my husband. Is there a problem?" You could already tell there was a problem.

"No. No, it's just I wasn't expecting…" His professionalism wore away, showing his distaste.

Edge shoves the paid check to the waiter as he stares down the manager, "I BELIEVE YOU ARE BOTHERING MY WIFE WITH YOUR UNNESSARY REMARKS."

The manager doesn't look at Edge, "Forgive me for my rudeness."

"I'd rather not," You say as you stand up, "being blatantly rude isn't something I forgive so easily. Dear, let's leave."

"OF COURSE. I DON'T WANT YOU TO DEAL WITH…" Edge looks the manager up and down before standing up, "THIS, ANYMORE."

With that the two of you walked out of the restaurant and back to Edge's car. Once the two of you got into his car, both of you just sat in silence. Embarrassing silence. Your face was completely hot, your voice refused to work, and it felt like you hadn't had a single sip of your wine.

"SO… I'M YOUR HUSBAND NOW?"

You quickly turn your head to look at the ruby-faced Edge next to you, "It was- I mean- I didn't-"

"SAY IT AGAIN." Edge turned to stare at the steering wheel.

"That I'm your wife?"

He nods slowly.

"I'm your wife, Edge." You say adding a small smile at the end.

"SOUNDS WONDERFUL, MY LITTLE FAIRY." Edge starts up the car, smiling smugly to himself.

"Oh." You hide your face in your hands for the entirety of the ride back to the hotel.

Chapter Text

It's been a week since you and Edge escaped from an impending sexual doom. To everyone's relief, it ended early, however there was one price to pay for an early end. Scattered around the first floor were several girls who, more or less, "helped out". The consequence of these girls' presence was the drowning feeling of guilt. None of them knew how you were going to react, if you had came home unexpectedly. So the obvious solution was to call and see when you were coming home.

"JUST CALL HER ALREADY!" Blue shouts, shaking Red by the shoulders.

"I can't jus' call her, blue. she doesn't even have a phone." Red says pushing off Blue and sinking into the couch.

"Then why don't you call Edge? Surely he has his phone on him." Green suggests as he paces behind the couch.

"I could…i probably should…"

"YOU PROBABLY SHOULD," Papyrus starts, "WASN'T OUR HEAT SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY START TWO DAYS AGO?"

All your housemates go quiet, letting the quiet chatter of the other guests fill the room, oblivious to the current conversation. For a few minutes, your housemates share the same, silent, terrified realization. Then awkwardly fumbling, Red quickly dials Edge's cellphone.

The phone rings once before a boisterous, "WHAT DO YOU WANT BROTHER?"

"can you tell me where you and queenie are? I kinda need to know where you are." Red says in an urgent, yet chill voice.

"NO, I AM NOT TELLING YOU WHERE WE ARE. FOR ALL I KNOW YOU COULD STILL BE IN HEAT." Edge snaps.

"well can you at least come back today? there's something that we need queenie for…" Red says as red beads of nervous sweat appear on his skull.

"NO WE AREN'T COMING BACK TODAY. CLEARLY IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU AREN'T OVER YOUR HEAT." Edge insists.

"look here boss… I'm not in heat. I just need you two…" Red starts before Green snatches his phone away, "WAIT! GREEN! GIVE THAT BACK!"

"Is Queenie alright?!" Green aggressively asks.

"SKYSCRAPER GIVE THE PHONE BACK TO MY BROTHER! YES, SHE IS PERFECTLY FINE." There was a pause.  "PERFECTLY FINE RIGHT NEXT TO ME IN BED, THAT IS."

Everyone could see Green implode with pure fury. "IF YOU LAY A FINGER ON HER, YOU'LL NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT FROM ALL OF US EDGE!" Green's uncharacteristically intense voice roars out.

"Edgeee, come back. I want more kisses. It's so cold without you snuggled up against me in bed." Your soft voice comes through the speaker.

Confusion is the only word that can sum up your housemates' reactions.

"what the fuck?" Red mouths to Sans, who shrugs.

"DON'T WORRY MY LITTLE FAIRY, I'LL BE THERE IN A SECOND TO GIVE YOU ALL THE ATTENTION YOU NEED." They hear Edge coo.

Green was shaking now. "IF YOU LAY A FINGER ON HER!!!"

"He goin' to crush my phone! someone grab it!" Red hisses.

Quickly Papyrus and Sans grabs ahold of Green while G snags Red's phone out of his brother's hand.

"EDGE, I SWEAR ON ALL THE STARS ABOVE!! WAIT G GIVE THAT-"

"Yo…" G started talking on Red's phone now, "What the fuck is going on?"

"HM? NOTHING, JUST TALKING TO SKYSCRAPER. NOW CAN YOU HAND THE PHONE BACK TO MY BROTHER, SO I CAN END THE CALL? MY WIFE IS GETTING IMPATIENT." Edge replied in a cheeky tone.

"Eeeedge~" They could hear you whine in the background.

"put it on speaker!" Blue mouthed to G.

"…did he just say…?" Papyrus whispers as quietly as possible to Sans.

"…Wife?" G repeats aloud as he clicks the speaker button.

"YES. MY WIFE."

"Is this still Queenie we're talking about?" G asks, completely confused about this situation.

"YES. FAIRY, DO YOU WANT TO SAY HI TO G?"

"Hi G! Don't worry about me, Edge is treating me like a queen here! So I'm fine!" You chimed.

All of your housemates could envision your cheerful expression saying that; it made them writhe in anger. The silence made processing this conversation much harder and that much more baffling. Wasn't it only a couple months ago that the two of you were at each others throats?

"HELLO? IF THERE ISN'T ANYONE THERE I AM JUST GOING TO HANG-" Edge's voice comes through the speaker.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL HER THAT YOU FIEND!"

"ONCE YOU COME HOME, I'M GOING TO TACKLE YOU AND BEAT THE EVER LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU!"

"seriously edge, this isn't phone-y."

"EDGE, I THINK YOU REALLY SHOULD COME HOME…"

"IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO QUEENIE!"

"i think I need a few cigs after this…"

"boss… is this some kind of sick joke?"

"WELL SINCE YOU ALL ARE STLL DEALING WITH YOUR HEAT, I'LL JUST-" Edge's voice cuts through the noise.

"WE ARE NOT IN HEAT!" Your housemates screamed into Red's phone together.

"YOU LOSERS AREN'T… BUT I AM. SO I MIGHT JUST HAVE MY WIFE HERE JUST ACCOMPANY ME UNTIL IT'S OVER. DOESN'T THAT SOUND NICE, QUEENIE?" They could just feel Edge's smugness ooze through the speaker.

"That sounds wonderful, babe. Now come over here~" Torture. Your voice was just torture now.

"FINE, SINCE YOU WAITED SO PATIENTLY. CALL ME IN THREE HOURS, WHEN I'M NOT BUSY." Edge promptly hung up.

"Damned bag of bones hung up on us!" G says as he taps on Red's phone.

"WE HAVE TO CALL HIM BACK!" Blue says worriedly. "QUEENIE COULD BE IN DANGER!"

"YES! I AGREE WITH BLUE. WE HAVE TO FIGURE OUT WHERE THEY ARE." Papyrus says, fiddling with his gloves nervously. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHERE THEY COULD BE, RED?"

Red shrugs, "no clue. boss never tells me where he goes and it'll be much harder now to ask."

"WELL… WELL WHAT ABOUT QUEENIE? WHY DON'T WE JUST…" Blue is racking his brain now for an answer.

"bro, she doesn't have a cellphone. besides, it sounded like she was being spoiled by edge; why would she come back to a house full of people that she has to take care of?" Stretch pointed out as he plopped himself in one of the recliners.

"…FAIR. HER AND EDGE DID HELP US WHEN WE ALL HAD HANGOVERS…" Blue hung his head.

"I'm not going to point any fingers but isn't this your fault, Stretch? You were the one to start early and ended up pouncing Queenie." G says handing Red back his phone. "Usually you're the one with the most restraint out of all of us."

Everyone looks at Stretch and they were all thinking the same thing: Yeah, that's what happened.

"guilty as charged," Stretch says stretching his arms out with his hands limp, "lock me up, officer."

Green sighs, finally swallowing and digesting his rage, "Well we can't do anything now. We just have to wait until they get home. I'm assuming the worst and that will be after Edge's heat is over."

"shit." Red mutters.

Sans looks around and scratches his skull, defeated. "are we all sure we didn't somehow get moved to a different universe somehow?"

"I'M ALSO THINKING ABOUT THAT TOO, BROTHER. THIS ONE IS VERY CONFUSING." Papyrus says, patting Sans on the head.

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Hello everyone,

Um… It's been a while. I hope everyone is doing alright: getting enough sleep, staying hydrated, and taking time to take care of themselves.

I feel like I shouldn't have any excuses for not uploading any chapters for… 2ish years? I apologize to those who were looking forward to the next chapter of Her and Her Bones and never got it. Truthfully, I had a few more chapters to post and… well, I never posted them. I was never happy with how I wrote it, and no matter how I rewrote those handful of chapters (One chapter had 7-8 different versions!! None of them were completely finished haha), I was never satisfied enough to post them. So, I took a break to focus on other things like school and other hobbies, hoping that maybe I could come back and write a satisfactory chapter…

But then the pandemic happened. Like, sure… alright, I was at home doing school and probably had down time to write and post; no excuses there. Today, I still have no clue what was even happening to my mental state back then; I probably was "head empty, no thoughts" that entire period. The only thing I can, for certain, pin down now is that I fell out of love with Undertale during that time, thus writing chapters for Her and Her Bones was… difficult? Haha, probably not difficult, more like… I didn't want to put out chapters where readers could probably tell that I fell out of love. I won't lie, that feeling of falling out of love for this little passion project was heartbreaking. I truly wanted to finish Her and Her Bones, but I didn't want that finish to be half-assed or shallow. So, I decided then, if I ever came back to love the Undertale universe, I would come back to write Her and Her Bones again.

Now, despite everything, I'm back here again. I've been re-watching playthroughs of Undertale, looking forward to every new chapter of Deltarune releasing, getting excited for GoodSmile's Sans and Papyrus Nendroids (lil' figures of them, they're ADORABLE!!!), and rereading and writing Her and Her Bones. While re-reading Her and Her Bones, I noticed there was a LOT of mistakes in the plot and general grammar? Even though, I would love to keep adding onto the already pre-existing chapters of Her and Her Bones, I don't think I could write a new chapter matching my writing style, direction, or story progression speed 2 years ago.

So, with a lot of thought and mulling over: I will be re-writing Her and Her Bones entirely. Her and Her Bones: The Rewritten Route, is a good title for it, I think? Haha. There will still be some parts and aspects from my original writing, but I will be taking the story in a different-ish direction. The beginning and end will be the same, but the journey will be different, ya know?

I don't have an exact date of when I'll be releasing it, but I will hold myself to it. It will see the light of day.

As for the original Her and Her Bones, for now, I'll keep it up and posted. I just won't be adding new chapters to it.

Well, Her and Her Bones and my hiatus will be a little longer because of this announcement. HOWEVER!! In the meantime, feel free to find and follow me on Twitter (@LimeKirby) and see what I'm up to. I'm mostly talking about school, my twitch streaming schedule, and other life things. I'll try to update every now and then about how re-writing is going.

And I guess that about sums up what's been happening and what's going to happen moving forward. I hope everyone looks forward to Her and Her Bones: The Rewritten Route!! I hope everyone takes care of themselves <3 -LK