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"Did you hear? He's back..."

"What, already? This is the 3rd pick-up in 2 weeks..."

You press up against the glass wall that kept you contained, ears straining to listen in the two Nurses conversation.

"...getting worse it seems."

Ah, good, they're getting closer.

"The Director said to stop giving him access to the High Quality ones."

"That's good for us, we can finally get rid of some Lower Quality stock."

You gulped. The grey baggy top and pants you wore identified you as one of the "Lower Quality" ones. You crouched down further into the glass corner, getting as close as possible to the door and where the voices originated from.

"I've heard rumours of what happens to all the Human Stock in their Household." Her voice drops to a whisper. "They get eaten alive."

A vicious chill goes down your spine and you fall back onto the floor. It was just a rumour, right? The Nurse said so himself. After all, everyone knows that Monsters don't actually eat people. Those were just scary stories you told children to get them to behave.

"Oh! I heard that as well!" The other Nurse whispered back excitedly.

Shit.

"Come on, he's heading here now."

"What was his name again?"

"It was-"

You cursed under your breath as the two walked out of your hearing range before you could get the name of the buyer. Maybe you would have recognised the name? And then what? Gotten yourself even more panicked probably.

Sighing, you ran your hands through your hair. Wonderful, now I'm arguing against myself.

You stood up and started pacing. If I get myself chosen... would that honestly be the best course of action?

You stopped pacing and looked around the room you had been locked in for the past few years. A rather large white room with a glass container in the middle, fitted for all your human needs: a single bed, a toilet, and a sink. Yep, everything a Human needs.

...

God you missed watching TV.

Your hands covered your face as you groaned. Were you really entertaining the possibility of getting eaten for the chance to watch TV? Yes.

"Well if anything," you looked down as you slowly flexed your bony hands, your veins gaining a green tinge. "I could always magic myself to safety." You let off a weak laugh as you stopped in front of the glass wall. "Can't believe I'm gonna die for some TV." You leaned your head onto the wall. Oh well, there were certainly worst things to die for.

Approaching footsteps ehcoed down the hallway. Your head tilted to the side, a group's heading this way, could it be the Buyer the Nurses were talking about? Regardless, you retreated to the centre of your container.

The footsteps halted outside your door.

You straightened your posture; shoulders back, head held high (but not too high as to make you seem arrogant), and hands clasped behind your back. And waited.

The door slid open and in stepped the two Nurses, both were Faun Monsters who had been working here long since you arrived, and to be honest, you had never seen them both so tense. They positioned themselves on either side of the door, and you watched curiously as their eyes seemed to jump around, never resting on one spot. Or looking at you.

Next to enter, to your surprise, was the Director of this fine institution. A brown Bear Monster that you were only half sure was called Remworth, or was it Rembrandt? Ah who cares, the most important thing right now was the irritatingly bland smile the Director was sending to the last Monster in this party.

Your first thoughts about your potential buyer? That's a lot of black he's wearing and Hold on is he a Purple Flame?

You stared dumbly as a violet Flame Elemental swaggered into the room, a black pair of shades hid his eyes but by the jagged line of what you assumed was his mouth, he seemed to be sneering at the Monsters surrounding him.

"I ask for your best, and you bring me Low Quality shit?"

Oh, wow that was a deep voice.

The Elementals trench coat swirled around him as he turned to stare down the Director. What is he, at least 6ft?

You scolded yourself as you realised you had zoned out the first half of their conversation. Focus, this is going to be my way out.

“Mr. Fellby, I assure you,” The Director’s voice was so thick with sincerity it had to have sounded fake to even himself. “This Human will be able to fulfil whatever needs your household requires, to the same level, no, even better I’d say, than our High Quality stock.”

You watch as the Flame Elemental, Mr. Fellby, rubs his chin, seemingly thinking over the Directors words. You took the second of silence to admire the Elementals fluffy hood, how was he not overheating?

Finally, Mr. Fellby scoffed. “Oh yes, of course a poor quality Human would be able to achieve what the other ones could not,” He glared at the Director over the rim of his sunglasses and bared his teeth. “How can I be so imbecilic.”

Your hands gripped one another tightly as your heart jumped in your chest. The Director was walking along such a fine line you couldn’t help but wonder if the Elemental would actually resort to violence if he took being presented you as an insult.

The two Faun Nurses were blatantly sidling closer to the exit, their flight instincts were kicking in it seemed. The Director wasn’t so lucky, sweat slowly trailed over his forehead as he found himself prey to the Elementals glare. “B-but, Mr. Fellby, this Human could-”

“Forget it.” His gruff voice cut off the Directors plea, and you tensed, readying to present yourself and sway the Monsters decision. “I’ll take the human.”

And with that, the violet Flamed Elemental turned and strode out of the room.

As the Director rushed after him and the Nurses started readying you for your departure, you found yourself staring dumbly at the door. You had been chosen, your plan was a success, and yet… why was the fact that he hadn’t even spared a look at you bothering you this much?

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Well this was awkward.

You shifted slightly, the limo seat was so plush you felt as if you would be swallowed up. It took less than 30minutes for the Nurses to pack some spare clothes for you (all in grey, how exciting) and get you to the entrance of the building, where a fancy limo with an irritated Elemental was waiting for you.

And so here you are.

You nervously interlocked your fingers. The silence was getting to you, was he really not going to give you any insight into what you were heading into?

Maybe I should make the first move? Leaning forward, you opened your mouth to speak-

"I don't care." Mr. Fellby growled. He sat on the opposite side of the limo, leaning up against the window. He had barely given you a glance as you entered. "I don't want to know your name, whatever skills you think you possess or," His voice took a high pitched, mocking tone. "How you're so ready to work hard and prove your worth for your oh so glorious new Masters."

You frowned, well that was a bit... too on the nose actually, you shifted your eyes to the side. Alright, change of plans.

"Okay," it came out more resigned than you expected, but you carried on. "Maybe you can tell me something about what I should expect?"

The Elemental showed no signs of acknowledging you, and oh, wow, you'd forgotten how annoying it felt to be ignored.

What was the best way to approach this topic? Rip it off like a plaster. "I've heard rumours that all Humans taken to your Housebold were eaten."

Mr. Fellby tenses, the lighter shades of violet that you recognised as his eyes widened behind his shades, but still he gave no response.

Still nothing? Fine, fine, a change of tactics. You took a breath and straightened yourself. "Let's make a deal."

Silence answered you, but that was fine, you decided to wait him out.

The rest of the limo journey was filled with the quiet hum of the engine, not completely unexpected but you couldn't help the dissapointment that welled up inside you as the car pulled up outside a mansion.

You felt you shoulders minutely slimp and reached for the door handle.

"Wait."

The command halts you and you slowly turn to face the purple Elemental. You got the feeling he was frowning, even with the lack of eyebrows, and he moved closer to the centre of the limo, not quite getting into your personal bubble but close enough that you were getting slightly intimidated. You felt pinned by his serious gaze.

"Look, Human, in all seriousness, you're probably going to die within the first hour inside." Your heartbeat skipped in your chest at his admission, before you forcibly calmed yourself. It's okay, it'll be okay, you knew this could happen.

What you missed with your internal dialogue, however, was Mr. Fellby taking note of all your reactions, and the tiny, miniscule, shine of interest in his eyes.

It vanished behind his shades as he continued. "But, if by some miracle, you survive, I'll give you whatever you want." He sent you a smirk before you could say anything, he left the limo and headed towards the mansion. Was he... was he being sarcastic?

You hesitated for one second before scrambling out the other door and running to catch up to him. It'll be fine. I'll survive, then hold his word against him. You sidled up to him, hands clenched behind your back as you eyed the smirk he still wore. Gods I hope his word actually means something.

As you walked further down the stone path you gazed up at the Mansion in awe. It was definitely bigger than you first assumed, brown-bricked and with tall windows that were lined with red curtains. After being confined to a generic white room for who knows how long, you found yourself almost overwhelmed by the beautiful architecture, Gods you couldn't wait to see the garden.

A bright flash of yellow caught your eye, and you squinted up at one of the higher windows, the curtain was swaying but no one seemed to be there. Had I imagined it?

"Hurry it up Human!" Your eyes lowered to where Mr. Fellby was waiting. "Don't want to be late for your own death." He taunted.

Waiting under the front door arch, Mr. Fellby made quite the picturesque view. Standing on a stone path, vines clinging to the archway, it could have been described as 'heavenly' if it weren't for the devilish looking Flame Elemental in the centre of it all.

You strolled up to him, enjoying the view while you could. "I plan to live, thank you very much." You met his eyes, er, shades head on and you watched impassively as the taunting smirk dropped from his violet face and switched back to indifference.

"Tch." He turned away from you, and you could have sworn his shoulders dropped a bit, before he stood back to his full height. "Come on."

You watched his back as he opened the front door and stepped in. "Can you at least tell me your name?" You technically knew it already, but there was something in him acknowledging your existence enough to give you his name.

There was no pause in his steps, no lingering look back to see if you were following him. "Survive and I'll tell you."

You sighed silently as you followed behind him. I hope he isn't always so hot and cold.

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He had left you in front of a door. The soft footfalls of his black dress shoes had already disappeared as he turned into another corridor away from you.

It was quite strong, the feeling of isolation that enveloped you after Mr. Fellby's departure, he left you with the simple words of 'this is it' and strolled off.

Lovely to see my potential death was really bringing him down. You thought sourly, feeling anger rise up for just a few seconds before you let out a slow breath. No, that wasn't a fair thing to assume, I don't know how many Humans he's already done this with. You winced. A lot if what the Nurses were saying is true.

And for all I know, you continued, studying the carpet beneath your shoes, he could have been quite attached to some of them, maybe even friends- oh wow I really am ignoring my current predicament aren't I?

You pulled yourself back and rested your hand against the doorknob. This situations entirely out of my control, and I have no idea what's coming up next, you slowly twisted the doorknob, I can only do my best and hope that's enough.

The resounding click made you jump and you almost lost your nerve right then and there, but you held your ground and pushed the door open.

A dark, empty room greeted you.

Deciding that the Grim Reaper was not going to jump you immediately, you slowly ducked your head inside, leaving the rest of your body in the corridor, and checked out what you could of in the room.

"There doesn't seem to be anything..." You whispered to yourself, if only to break the silence.

Feeling slightly more courageous, you stepped into the room and closed the door, fully immersing yourself in its darkness.

It was a bedroom, with a fourposter canopy bed centred in the far wall, a small sofa and  a TV. You felt your eyes sparkle at the sight and for a second you even forgot about the supposed danger you were in.

But as you took an automatic step toward the TV, you heard a sound that made your muscles freeze. Tilting your head to the side, you concentrated on pinpointing its location.

A few seconds of silence. Then again. It was a groan, but muffled as if someone were trying their hardest to hold it back.

Your eyes quickly scanned the room, but it was still just as empty, then maybe- ah there it was, another door, the view of it had been hidden by one of the curtains surrounding the bed.

Stealthily, you padded over to it, now with a closer look you could see the door was slightly ajar. Peeking your head in, you're able to make out the toilet, sink and mirror among the soft glowing light.

Wait, light? Where's that coming from? It couldn't be from a candle, unless there's some sort of Monster brand one that gives off a white glow... Using your fingertips you gently prod the door open wider, giving yourself space to fit your body in between the threshold.

Twisting your head to face the other side of the room, you start noticing suspicious looking coloured... stains that were peppered on the floor, walls and even on the ceiling.

This isn't a good sign. The dark blotches got progressively bigger and messier as it got closerto the white glow at the other end od the room, until you couldn't even see the whire of the bathroom tiles anymore.

You covered your mouth to stop yourself from whimpering. There was no way you could ignore the reality of the red and black stains - it was blood, blood clinging onto every surface it could, and right in the centre of it all was the bathtub. Where the strange glow was coming from.

It looked to be pulsating very slowly, punctuated with the odd flicker as if it were just about to go out.

Then another groan sounded, and it was so much closer that you were able to hear the absolute agony with it, and it was coming from the bath?

With a strange mix of wanting to run back and a curiosity to go forward warring inside you, you shuffled yourself closer to the glowing bath.

The light almost seemed to flicker in response and you froze until it stopped. Then another shuffle forward. Pause for the flicker. Then another.

You were in front of the curtain now and with a shaky hand you grasped onto it.

"...don't..."

The voice was so weak you thought you had imagined it at first. Until it spoke again.

"l-leave... before i..." It was clear whoever was speaking to you was forcing these words out through a tremendous amount of pain. A shuddering inhale of breath, the glow flickered madly for a few seconds before a soft exhale was heard and it stabilised.

It was drastically dimmer.

"i'm, i'm running o-out of time..."

You slowly curled your fingers back from the curtain. What did that mean? Were they dying? Or was the warning for me? You eyed the bloodstains on the side of the bath and noticed that something seemed a bit off.

This is going to be so unsanitary. You winced as your peeled off some flakes of dried blood, but as you brought it up to your face, you noticed the black smudge that was leftover.

Is this... soot?

"-it hurts so much-"

Oh.

Slender, white fingers grip the curtain in front of you, and you feel terror blanket your brain.

Perhaps I did overestimate myself.

"i know how to stop the pain though."

The curtain was ripped back and the Monster launched itself at you. A ghostly white face, burning red eyes and a wide open mouth filled with sharp teeth were the last images in your mind as your eyws instinctively closed, hands coming up to protect yourself.

You missed your veins turning green as your Magic activated, your fear overpowering you to the point your mind slipped into blissful unconsciousness.

You missed the Monster grabbing you by the neck just as this happens.

"...w-what..."

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Awareness came back to you so fast you ended up colliding your head with the side of the bath.

"Urgh." Your hands cradled the back of your head.

"are...you...alright?" A voice croaked next to you.

"Yeah," You twist to face the voice but the next few words die in your lungs, instead you let off a high, frightened squeak.

"please...remain...calm." The Monster that lunged for you whispered.

You stared, mouth agape. What was a terrifying vision moments ago, Gods I hope I haven't been out for longer than a few minutes, now looked to be timidly hiding behind the bath side.

"U-um." Your eyes darted away from the Monster then back. The Monster had stopped glowing, giving you a chance to take in his features properly.

His eyes seemed darker, leaning to more of a maroon colour than the wildly bright red from earlier, even his skin seemed more grey than before, but your eyes were quickly drawn to the small, white flames that sprouted from the top of his head, weakly flickering to a non-existent breeze.

Was he..."Are you related to Mr. Fellby?" You asked cautiously, slowly positioning your body sideways in order to get some space between the two of you. Just to face him politely of course, not because you still felt terrified by his presence. Haha, no, just making polite conversation. You hoped he wouldn't notice how taut your face was.

He frowned, eyes gazing at nothing in particular. "fell...he brought you...here, like...the others."

Yeah, you swallowed, throat suddenly dry, like everyone else. You didn't need the Monsters glowing light to remember how this side of the room looked like. All that red and black.

"...he's my brother."

"Older or younger?" You ask politely, this kind of conversation came naturally to you. Courtesy of one of your past Masters who had a preference for polite talk.

"Younger." That was the strongest you've ever heard his voice go, his eyes even seemed to sparkle with excitement at being able to talk about his brother.

Amid the quiet fear you felt a silver of pity towards him. When was the last time he talked to someone?

A groan cut you away from your thoughts, and you watched in alarm as the Elemental's (was he? What was wrong with his flames then?) face scrunched up in pain. When he opened his eyes, they were lighter than before, his skin also.

You eyed him with a mixture of worry, both for him and yourself, but this may be your only chance to get some much needed answers. "Why are Humans being brought to you?" You asked gently.

The Elemental gave out a whine and rubbed his head against the bathtub edge. You weren't quite sure if that was in response to your question or if his pain was getting worse.

I'm running out of time, I don't even know how I survived this far. That one thought sent all the questions out of your brain. Hold on a second... "How am I still alive?"

He flinched at the loudness of your tone, burying his head further down the tub, you would have felt bad if maybe he wasn't going to end up killing you like the rest.

A mumble was the only response.

You waited to see if the Elemental would repeat himself louder, or even just lift his head up.

Nothing.

Against your better judgement, you brought yourself closer. "Could you please repeat that?"

Timidly, he tilted his head up, his eyes and skin were regaining their previous brightness, and you were worried about the consequences of them becoming as bright as before. Then his mouth came into view and you just... stared.

The darkened line that represented his mouth opened and you realised, distantly, that he was speaking to you, answering your burning question no doubt. You just couldn't stop watching the flecks of soot - or was that ash? - float out of his mouth as he spoke. Some of it landed on the bath edge, but most fell onto his chin, right on top of other, older black smudges.

The Elemental was watching you now, and you realise that he must have asked you a question.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that please?"

He swiped his chin, causing the soot to smudge, and you notice he seemed almost flustered. "...c-c-can i h-hold...your...hand?" He finished the sentence even quieter than he started, so you must have misheard him.

"Sorry, what?"

A white hand came out from behind the tub and hesitated in the air between the two of you.

Holy shit he was being serious, you thought incredulously, how does this even link with with the question I asked? Or did he just ignore it?

The hand was slightly shaking now, and the Elemental's face dropped at your reaction.

Oh Gods how do I reject an Elemental without dying. "Um, listen, Mr. Fellby's older brother, I'm not exactly, um, comfortable with the idea of holding your hand." On the off chance you may bite into it.

The Elemental looked confused, then he blinked and understanding dawned on his features. "do you...not...know how, to channel...your...magic?"

It was your turn to look confused. "Wait, what does my magic have to do with this?"

"it's how... you...stopped...the pain."

Was that how you survived? Honestly, thinking back to when he lunged at you, you could only remember the terrible fear, but it was possible you used magic without knowing.

You looked down at your hands. My magic does need physical contact in order to work, which would explain why he suddenly wanted to hold my hand, but still... "I know how to use it, but it comes more as an instant effect, like even if I held your hand for 5 seconds, it would still only work for 1."

His head tilted to the side, intently listening to your explanation. "your magic... manipulates others, emotions... correct?"

You nodded, quietly amazed at how he managed to work it out after one use. "Yes, but only to match my current feeling. I can't make someone feel sad when I'm happy." Which, granted, weren't the most practical of abilities, but still pretty useful.

The white fire Elemental rested his chin on top of the tub edge. "...if...you'd like...i can..help you, stream...it."

You watched as he breathed out more soot, a flicker of pain crossing his features. "...and that would cause a continuous effect?"

He nodded.

"Would it stop your pain?"

A pause. Then a weak "maybe."

You sighed, running your hands through your hair, you had no doubt now that you were brought here in the small hope you could help Mr. Fellby's brother.

"Just answer me one question."

The Elemental's eyes were flickering as they met yours.

"What's your name?"

With a small smile, and sad, gentle eyes he answered. "Ashby."

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Just as you were about to respond with your own name, Ashby's body began to glow softly and a look of alarm passed between the two of you.

Ashby lifted his hand again and you took it gently. His shoulder visibly dropped in relief and you were surprised that he thought you would refuse to help. Then again you were sitting in what had essentially become a Human execution room. Perhaps he thought you would decline on the honour of your fallen Humans?

The thought made you uneasy, but you pushed it to the back of your mind. A discussion on whether or not I’m a good Human Being should definitely be saved for another time.

“…whenever, you… are… ready.” Ashby spoke quietly. You could make out the underlying urgency in his tone, and as much as you appreciated the idea of him trying not to pressure you, you knew time was running out.

Taking a breath, you focused on the feel of Ashby’s hand in your own. It was large, easily dwarfing both of yours, and yet his fingers were so thin and delicate you automatically cradled them in-between your palms. You inwardly scolded yourself. Focus, help him manage his pain first, everything else can be dealt with after.

Think calm, peace, a flower field with the sun shining, a willow tree swaying with the breeze. All other unnecessary emotions drifted away until you were left with a feeling of tranquillity, and then you activated your magic.

“ah…” Ashby sounded blissful, and you felt pleased that you managed to help even a little.

Then abruptly your magic cut off, expected but still disappointing as you opened your eyes to a wounded looking Ashby. “I did say it only worked for a second.”

Ashby blinked. “oh… yes… I remember.” He lightly squeezed your hands. “…do it again… I will… help.”

Honestly, you would have a preferred a little more information on how you both were going to achieve this, but he did seem to know what he was talking about at least. “Alright.” You closed your eyes.

Again, you activated your magic, and again it stopped after only a moment.

Opening your eyes, you looked at Ashby questioningly. “Well?”

“o-oh!” Ashby snapped out of his peaceful haze, red eyes widening. “sorry… I got… carried… away.” He sheepishly ducked his head and you felt your lip twitch.

If I wasn’t currently sitting in the dried blood of the Human’s he’s killed and eaten, I would have found that endearing. Sadly, you were and this wasn’t the time to become attached to an Elemental that was still unstable.

You shook your head. “It’s fine, I’ll try to hold back so it’s less overwhelming.”

Ashby, still caught up in his embarrassment, only nodded in response.

Third times the charm. This time when you shut your eyes, your brought forth feelings of contentment, nothing too strong.

Then just as your magic was about to halt, you felt what was best described as a tug on your Soul. It made the air rush out of your lungs and gave you a light-headed feeling.

Ashby’s hand gripped yours tightly as he pulled on your magic. At first only a trickle managed to flow into him, then with another soul-tug, a stream of your Magic started pouring into Ashby steadily.

Your eyes flashed open in surprise. How is he doing this? You watched Ashby’s face, he had closed his eyes in concentration, but his face was less pained, you figured it was progress, coughing up soot and being an otherworldly shade of white aside.

Curiously you tried to control the flow of magic leaving you, but anytime you tried to restrict your magic something seemed to gently pry your control away. You frowned and used a bit more force this time, only to have it bounce off against the invisible force.

A small feeling of alarm sprouted within your contentment, and as you opened your mouth to question Ashby you found your throat too constricted to form words. You tried to pull your hands away, to break the connection, but Ashby’s only became tighter, bordering on painful as his fingernails dug into your skin.

It got harder and harder to breath, the tightness in your throat had spread to your lungs as the unknown force stretched your magic channel even wider, allowing larger chunks to flow into Ashby.

It’s too much too quickly.

Your emotions twisted in response to your panic, and your magic carried that feeling into Ashby whose eyes snapped opened in response. Alarmed, his eyes darted across the room, looking for the cause of your panic, before finally landing on your trembling, wide-eyed form.

“what-what’s wrong?” He leaned over the edge of the tub, inadvertently looming over you and causing your panic to spike higher.

He released your hands as if you were made of fire and you let out a feeble groan as your body slumped backwards onto the floor.

Hmmm everything’s spinning… wait am I staring at the ceiling or the floor? Your face scrunched up in confusion.

Maybe if I close my eyes for a second… yes good idea brain.

You blinked and the world went dark for a second. Another blink, and then as the ceiling slowly righted itself, a concerned grey face with maroon eyes entered your line of sight. Oh, right, Ashby.

“Hi.” You think your voice came out clear. It was hard to tell when your brain felt like cotton.

“…hi?”

“We… yes?” No, wait, that sentence didn’t come out right.

Ashby tilted his head to the side, giving you a perplexed look. “yes?”

“Good. Good.” You sent him a dopey grin.

Maroon eyes looked you over critically. Such a serious face doesn’t fit him. “i… see, you are… currently… experiencing… magic exhaustion.” His face dropped into a sorrowful look. “MY apologies… I should… have… had more control.” No, no, no this expression is worse.

You lifted your hands up and gestured for Ashby to come closer. Hesitantly, he leaned forward, stopping right before your hands touched his face. Nervousness clear in the way his eyes jumped between your two outstretched hands.

Haha, shouldn’t I be the nervous one here? Well, you felt like you would have been if you weren’t so loopy. Oh well, throwing caution to the wind you closed the remaining space between you.

Ashby freezes in between your hands. The only movement being the small flames flickering atop his head as he stares right through you.

Your foggy mind vaguely registers this, too focused on how rough his skin (flames? Skin flames) felt. You were 100% sure that wasn’t healthy, then again you’d probably need to touch Mr. Fellby’s skin to know the difference.

Now there’s a thought. An image of the fluffy coat wearing purple Elemental flashed through your mind before your attention returned to Ashby.

Carefully, your thumbs brushed against his skin, slowly finding the corners of his mouth. Ashby still hadn’t moved, and you were unsure if it was because he didn’t want to scare you again or some other reason.

It was a quiet moment between the two of you. Then you jammed your thumbs into Ashby’s mouth and pulled it into a grin.

“There ya goooo.” His startled expression made you snicker. “Ya look better smiling.” Your sentences were getting better, you think.

The haze lifted a bit from your mind, enough to finally understand what you had just done. “Sorry!” You released Ashby’s face and flopped your hands to either side of your body. Ashby’s eyes flashed with an emotion you couldn’t quite identify before he seemed to finally gather himself.

“it would be… best if… you... had some food.” Ashby wiggled forward, enough for you to feel some of his body heat. “…would you like… to eat?”

“…yes please.”

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“can you… walk?”

You looked up from where you were leaning heavily against the bathroom wall. The lethargy from using all that magic was slowly leaving your mind, and while you could now form complete sentences again, you found yourself lacking in coordination. “Yes, I can manage.”

Ashby looked at you in open concern and you had to admit it was an odd feeling to have someone worrying about you. Odd, but not unwelcome.

Testing your legs, you carefully pushed yourself away from the wall, letting your weight shift back underneath you. Your muscles locked, then spasmed as they tried to remember how to hold your bodyweight. You couldn’t help but wince as the feeling of pins and needles spread along your calf and thighs. “Just- just give me a second please.”

Ashby nodded, his white tipped flames fluttering anxiously atop his head. He stood in the centre of the bathroom as he waited for you, shoulders folded in as his interlocked fingers rubbed against his knuckles.

You used Ashby as a focus to keep your mind off the pain, and, or wow, you guessed he was tall but he looked to stand damn near 7^ft, even with a slouch. You estimated you would come up to his mid-chest, maybe?

His body had returned to its usual grey and you couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortably thin he looked. You would have been able to see his ribs if he were a Human. The drawstrings of his black trousers looked as if they had looped around his waist.

The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“When was the last time you ate?”

Ashby stiffened. He kept staring at the door as he answered you. “a f-few days… t-the la-a-st… hu-”

“No, no!” You stumbled forward in your rush to cut him off. Ashby raised his hands and took a step forward, ready to catch you if you fell. “No, I meant actual Monster food.”

Ashby left his hands in the air, still concerned over your slight swaying, as he contemplated your question. “…it has been… a while…”

“A week?”

A soft no.

“Two weeks?”

“longer.”

You stared at Ashby in growing horror. “A month? More?” You didn’t like the implications of this, but you didn’t know enough about Monster food to figure out what Ashby’s body had been missing during his Human-only diet.

Another thought sprung into your mind, what about Mr. Fellby? It was clear he had been supplying Ashby the Human slaves as food, but why not give him Monster food even then?

The questions were building up in your mind, but a quick glance at Ashby’s haunted expression as he looked around the bathroom had you pushing them away.

“this room… use to… be…… white.”

You took a steady breath as you felt a heaviness settle around your lungs. You stopped yourself from looking down at your hand, knowing that you’d see black and red from where it touched the wall. You wouldn’t say you had an active imagination, but in that moment, it felt as if you were being watched. All those dead Humans glaring hatefully at you from the dark.

You needed to get out of this room. “Come on, lets find the kitchen.” You walked unsteadily towards the door and were almost there before you realised Ashby hadn’t moved.

“Ashby?” He didn’t acknowledge your voice, just continued staring motionlessly at his own hands.

He’s stuck in his head. You shifted nervously. You had no idea what the best course of action was. Should you leave Ashby alone to grab Mr. Fellby? No, the Manor was gigantic, you would get hopelessly lost within seconds, and talking clearly wasn’t going to get through to him. That left one choice.

Hesitantly, you reached out your hand, putting it in Ashby’s line of sight before gently laying it on top of his clenched hands. You could feel how tense he was. The room was getting to him and you needed to get him out before he fell into a hole of despair.

You reminded yourself that the only reason you were helping Ashby was to help yourself, after all, Mr. Fellby said he’d only agree to the deal if you survived. You were absolutely not doing this because you felt sympathy for Ashby. Now if only I could make myself believe it, you thought dryly.

Maroon eyes blinked at your joined hands, then Ashby’s head tilted up to stare owlishly at you.

You kept your face neutral as you tugged Ashby into following you. He matched your footsteps as you reached the bathroom door and pushed it open, as you stepped into the darkened bedroom Ashby’s fingers curled around yours.

Glancing back at him, you fund Ashby looking around the room curiously, as if he was seeing everything for the first time. Uncurling himself, Ashby veered sideways behind you, never once letting go of your hand as he took in the room.

“…i had… forgotten…” Ashby murmured; voice laden with emotion you didn’t want to think about.

You were losing him to his memories again, you had to bring him back to the present. “Do you want to put on a top before we head out?” You kept your voice low, not wanting to startle him.

Ashby looked at you questioningly before glancing down at himself. “oh! i-i didn’t know, i was… undressed… my apologies.” He ducked his head down in embarrassment.

You were torn between the feeling of novelty that a Monster would say sorry to a Human slave, and the smile that threatened to break out on your face at his bashful behaviour.

Holding your smile back, you gestured to the wardrobe next to the bed, releasing Ashby’s hand for him to get dressed.

In quick movements, Ashby reached the wardrobe and pulled out a black top. As it fell over him, you winced at how it emphasized his thin physique, with the way it dropped off one of his shoulders.

He hurried back over to you, and you stiffened as he stood much closer than before. “You alright to leave the room?”

Ashby nodded, but his eyes were glued to the TV.

You wanted to laugh, he was acting like you were earlier. “I can imagine it’s been a long time since you last watched TV.”

Ashby looked at you in confusion. “TV?”

You matched his look and opened your mouth to reply, then just closed it and turned to face the door. You swallowed. You didn’t feel like laughing anymore.

Grasping the door handle, you felt Ashby grab your sleeve as you opened the door and stepped into the hallway. You picked a direction and started walking. You had a feeling that Ashby didn’t where the kitchen was either.

“Ashby… can you tell me what day it is?” You asked softly. You didn’t want to shock Ashby if your assumption was correct.

“tuesday?”

You hummed in reply to his wrong answer, and then steeled yourself for the next question. “What’s the last date you remember?”

Ashby’s fingers curled tighter around your sleeve, and you think that he might have figured out where you were going with this.

“the 18^th… of… march…” He trailed off.

You pushed down your nervousness. “And the year?”

Ashby mumbled a response.

“Ashby?”

“…1825.”

You stopped walking. Ashby stopped behind you.

The hallway all of a sudden looked much longer and bigger than before. The weight of it was pressing down on you as Ashby’s answer rang through your mind.

1825. 1825.

He’s been in that room for almost 200 years.

What… what do you do with this? How do you deal with this kind of thing? How do you explain to a Monster that they had missed out on 200 years without turning them into a complete emotional wreck?!

Without noticing, your breathing had turned shallow as these thoughts overwhelmed your mind. You were invested in Ashby, you admitted it, you had managed to get him through his physical pain and out of that blood room for the first time in forever, and just when you think you had everything handled and it was all going your way, the world drops this onto your shoulders.

No amount of just ‘doing my best’ could get you through this.

Just as you felt yourself on the verge of outright panic, a soft weight on your head grounded you. Without you noticing Ashby had stepped close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of him.

His hand gently petted the top of your head. Had it been any other Monster it would have felt demeaning, but you knew Ashby didn’t hold such negative feelings towards you. His blatant concern for your wellbeing was evidence enough.

Oh Stars I’m probably the first person he’s actually had a positive interaction with in years, no wonder he got attached so quickly.

“don’t worry… once we, eat, we’ll find... my… older brother… he’ll sort it out…” Ashby was trying to reassure you, reassure you, when it should have been him freaking the hell out. He must have realised that a significant amount of time had passed, it’s not like you were being subtle with your questioning. And here he was calming you down instead.

You took a steadying breath. “Alright.” If your voice came out slightly raspy you both ignored it.

After one last head pat, Ashby’s hand left your head and this time he grabbed your hand. He didn’t say anything as you picked random directions whenever the hallway split, and you only gripped his hand tighter as you felt the slight tremor in his fingers.

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It took a few twists and turns, but you both finally found the kitchen.

“Wow.” You stared in amazement as you looked over the black obsidian counter tops, the state-of-the-art MTT oven, MTT fridge, MTT all-purpose cutlery… and it was so spacious you would have thought it was the living room if it weren’t for the obvious kitchen appliances.

Ashby released your hand as he walked further into the room. His own eyes mirroring your curiosity as he took it all in. His fingers brushed over the MTT logo. “…what does… this mean?”

“It stands for Mettaton.” You answer as you sat down at the island table. None of your previous Masters’ had ever spent so much money on their kitchen, you guessed it was because they hardly spent any time in it. After all it was up to the Servants and Human stock to do such menial work. Which made this kitchen even more strange, just where were the other Servants?

Ashby’s head whipped around excitedly to face you. “i know that name!”

His happy expression caught you of-guard before you finally reacted. “That’s wonderful!” You grinned back at him.”

The light mood between the two of you was welcome after the conversation in the hall. It was still there, darkening the edges of your space, but you refused to let it ruin things for Ashby and yourself. Especially since Ashby was trying so hard to get your mind off it.

The fridge opening drew your attention, and you had to stop yourself from drooling at how well-stocked it was. Ashby took out a few ingredients.

“would you… like, a… sandwich?”

You were nodding before Ashby finished asking, and he chuckled at your enthusiasm. “good to know… at least… sandwiches… haven’t changed.” He paused in his preparation and looked at you, the question written on his face.

You gave him a lopsided smile. “No, sandwiches haven’t changed.”

Ashby huffed out a laugh, and you noted sadly at how he relaxed at your answer.

You let silence reign over the kitchen as Ashby went about finding everything he needed. His movements as he cut into various fruit and cheese were confident and strong. A sharp contrast to his constant nervousness and hesitance.

These weren’t the actions of a Monster that didn’t know his way around kitchen. No, the only way Ashby could fall into such a graceful routine after so long was because he had done this before. Many times it seemed.

“I haven’t met many Monsters that could cook, let alone do it so well.” You hungrily eyed the sandwich that was slowly being made. Your stomach grumbled at the delicious sight.

Ashby hummed. “all my siblings… know how to cook,” He put the finishing touches on the sandwich, and then cut it in half in one swipe. “…we take… pride… in our ability… to cook.”

With an eager expression, Ashby slid the plate over to you before seating himself opposite, hands clutched together as he waited for your verdict.

You allowed yourself a second to appreciate just how nice a well-crafted sandwich could look before you dug in. The taste that hit your tongue was heavenly, and you had to close your eyes to fully appreciate it. Maybe it was because your diet usually consisted of leftovers and random slop that Monsters usually fed their Humans that a sandwich could almost bring you to tears.

You opened your eyes to see Ashby staring at you in slight concern. “It’s amazing, Ashby.”

His face lit up at your praise and just as he began to speak, the sound of glass crashing onto the floor had you both jumping and turning around.

Standing at the opposite end of the kitchen, another Elemental stood frozen in the doorway. He was shorter than Ashby and more solidly built, his flames as well were much more radiant, a golden colour which turned into an amber hue at the top of his head. His brown shirt was untucked and looked as if it hadn’t seen an iron in weeks, paired with his stain covered boots and worn out trousers, you were half-tempted to ask him if he was alright.

The dropped bottle was ignored as the Elemental stared, wide-eyed between the two of you. Expression shifting between disbelief and shock.

His finally whispered. “What the fuck.” As his eyes settled on Ashby.

Ashby stiffened, giving the new Elemental a disapproving frown. “language-”

“WHAT THE FUCK!” You winced as the Golden Elementals gravelly voice screeched, and even Ashby drew back, surprised by the outburst, he opens his mouth again to speak but the other Elemental turns and runs out the kitchen, not before accidentally hitting his shoulder on the doorframe on his way out.

You listened at the sounds of his heavy boots getting further away before finally turning to Ashby, who looked as baffled as you felt.

“Er,” Ashby blinked and looked toward you as you spoke. “I’m going to guess that he isn’t the older brother you mentioned before?”

With a sigh Ashby sat back onto the stool, his hunched posture making him seem smaller than ever. “…no…”

You watched in concern as Ashby retreated inside his own mind. Oh man, there’s got be something I can do.

You settled on your usual tactic – small talk. “What’s his name?”

Ashby murmured in response, and you leaned forward to catch his answer. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“His name is Amby.” A smooth voice drifted from behind you and you turned in surprise to see another one of Ashby’s siblings occupying the kitchen entrance. Standing poised in a crisp white shirt and black trousers combo, he looked the polar opposite of Amby, the only similarity between them being the colours of their flames. “The youngest of us, and unfortunately not the best with handling surprises.” His black shoe toes the half-broken bottle out of his way as he steps forward. “Especially when intoxicated.”

You moved to stand as he approached the two of you. The Elemental looked relaxed as he came forward, footsteps light but firm, eyes watching you curiously through his glasses. He was leaner than Amby and only slightly taller, there was no reason at all why alarm bells were ringing at the back of your head. And yet…

You stayed standing; hands clasped behind your back as he took a seat in the stool next to you. He gave you a once-over, eyes looking at your half-eaten sandwich before finally dismissing you.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Why am I so on edge? He isn’t even as solidly built as the other Elemental. You kept your eyes on him, even as Ashby lifted his head finally to send a tiny smile at the newcomer. And he’s not even the most intimidating Monster I’ve ever met… so why do I feel like taking my eyes off of him wouldn’t be good?

His face notably softened as he looked at Ashby, giving him a smile of his own. “It has been too long, little brother.” He reached out his hand, and Ashby hesitantly gripped it with his own.

You watched them silently, not wanting to interrupt the reunion Ashby had been waiting for even though it already felt like you were intruding.

Their hands stayed joined as Ashby spoke, his usually quiet voice overflowing with emotion. “…grillby… i…”

Ashby’s pained groaned barely registers in your mind before your hand instinctively shoots out for him. His body only managed to glow briefly before your magic hit him. You tried to copy the sensation from before but only managed to hold your magic for 3 seconds before it cut off.

“it’s alright… i got it...” Ashby reassured you, and you noted that his eyes retained their maroon colour this time.

The Elemental next to you, Grillby, made an inquisitive noise. “I see, so that’s why…” He stared down at your joined hands and you realized then that in your rush to help Ashby you had accidentally placed your hand over Grillby’s as well.

You pulled your hand back quickly. “My apologies I didn’t realize-”

He waved you off. “It’s alright,” Releasing Ashby’s hand, you stiffen as he turns to face you. “It seems I haven’t introduced myself yet, my name is Grillby and I am Head of this Household.”

Didn’t that technically make him your Master? Oh wow, he was much more polite than all of your previous Masters combined. Still, you felt strangely unsettled in his presence.

“And what is your name, Human?”

Ashby perks up and looks to you as well.

And after all this time, you finally introduce yourself.

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Ashby repeated your name a few times under his breath, trying to get it into his memory. You felt a smile tug at your lip. Ashby probably didn’t even realise how significant such a small thing like wanting to remember your name was to you.

It was selfish, but in a way you were glad Ashby didn’t know how Humans were usually treated within Monster Households, you hadn’t realised just how starved you were of kindness.

The sound of your name being called by Grillby redirected your attention, and you found yourself being scrutinised by the Elemental. The unsettling feeling from before rose back within you as you met his white eyes. “From what you have shown, your magic revolves around sharing your emotions with the target through physical contact.”

Got it in one.

“Granted,” Grillby brought his hand up, it had a leftover black smudge from where your palm touched. “it doesn’t seem as if you can hold the effect for long.” With his other hand he pulled out a white handkerchief and neatly wiped the smudge off.

You swallowed. His observation skills are a bit… unnerving I have to admit.

His eyes landed on you again and you realised he was waiting for an answer.

“Your right, I can’t hold it for long. There was never any need to in my previous, um, Households. I only managed it because of Ashby.” You gestured weakly to the Elemental in question, wanting Grillby’s eyes off you.

Thankfully he turned to face Ashby once again, features softening as he focused on his younger brother. “You were always skilled when it came to all things concerning magic.”

Ashby’s smile turned bittersweet. “yes i… i was weren’t i…”

Why are they speaking like that- Oh. Your eyes widened. Now, you weren’t particularly sensitive to the magic of others, but if you concentrated you could pick up a general feel for an individuals’ magic. And right now, you felt absolutely nothing from Ashby.

You stared at Ashby in shock. Monsters aren’t like Humans, their entire being relies on their magic. How is Ashby even alive right now?

A bump against your leg had you looking at Grillby again, and you felt your mouth open about to ask-

Grillby’s magic poured out from his SOUL so suddenly the only sound that escaped your mouth was the air rushing out of your lungs.

You knew you weren’t a sensor-type when it came to magic, so you didn’t realise it at first but that constant pressure that’s kept you on alert around Grillby? It was his magic.

What outrageous power. You felt as if your face was stuck between shock, fear and wonder as you realised that Grillby’s magic hadn’t spread to the entire room, but had instead just enveloped you.

I’ve never seen this level of control. Grillby’s magic curled around your body before settling uncomfortably in your chest.

In all of this, he hadn’t even bothered to turn to face you, instead he just watched you from the corner of his glasses. Casually, Grillby leaned onto the table and grabbed the other half of your sandwich, he brought it up to his face as if he was going to bite into it and spoke quietly. “Don’t ask any questions.” Then he bit into your sandwich.

The pressure around you refused to budge even as Ashby and Grillby started up another conversation. How has Ashby not noticed anything? Can he not even sense magic anymore?

Just as you resigned yourself to standing like a statue for however long Grillby deemed, a pair of hands slammed onto your shoulders. Immediately the magic around you let up and you blinked in surprise as a purple face appeared next to yours.

“Heeey, look who survived!” Mr. Fellby grinned, sharp teeth glinting ominously.

You felt relieved at his sudden appearance. You were willing to forgive his previous actions of ignoring your questions and leaving you to essentially become food as long as he kept Grillby’s magic off you.

Ashby clapped his hands together excitedly even as Grillby sighed at the interruption. “fellby! how are… you?” Ashby blinked as he took in Mr. Fellby’s coat. “what are you wearing?”

With his hands still on your shoulders, Mr. Fellby started retreating out of the kitchen, dragging you along. “It’s called fashion, Bro.” You raised an eyebrow and was rewarded with a poke on your cheek. “I’ll explain it later. Anyways it’s good to see you again, we’ll chat later yeah.”

Ashby rose from his chair, panicked, his hand was half outstretched as if he was about to grab you back. “w-wait, where are… you-”

“Leave them, Ashby.” Grillby’s calm voice broke through Ashby’s building panic, and he reached out his hand again for Ashby to grab. “There’s a few things we need to talk about without an audience.”

Ashby’s face dropped. His eyes just watched you sadly as you were carted off by his younger brother.

You didn’t want to leave him like this, but you knew there was no doubt some things Grillby did want to tell Ashby in private and you would respect that.

Plus Grillby is way too intense for me, like holy shit.

You sent Ashby what was hopefully a comforting smile. “Come get me if you start feeling pain again, alright?”

Ashby nodded as Mr. Fellby’s fingers dug into your cheeks. “Yeah, if you need us we’ll just be upstairs.”

Once you were a suitable distance away from the kitchen, Mr. Fellby spun you around to face him. You blinked. He was very close.

“Gotta say Human, I had absolutely no faith in you whatsoever-”

Your eyebrow twitched at his irritating smirk. “Yes, I figured.”

“-but you did it! Wow, I must’ve had some amazing luck to have picked you, am I right?” He gloated. “Guess it’s worth telling you my name now.”

“I already know it.”

“Eh?” Mr. Fellby’s smirk froze.

You rolled your eyes at his immature behaviour. “Mr. Fellby.”

His face scrunched up. “Ugh, don’t call me that, just Fellby’s fine Human.”

“Mr. Fellby.” You said coolly.

“Oi you know I am technically your Master now.” He squashed your cheeks together. “You gotta listen to me.”

You tried to pull your head away but his hands refused to let go, if anything Fellby chuckled at your attempts. A flash of orange over Fellby’s shoulder drew your attention and you looked over to see the Elemental from earlier, Amby, poke his head out from another hallway, frowning at the two of you, another bottle clenched in his hands.

“Whatcha looking at?” Fellby turned just as Amby realised you had spotted him, and he threw himself out of view.

Not seeing anything, Fellby turned back to you and took a step back, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You alright there?”

You contemplated calling Amby out, but decided you were too drained from dealing with Grillby for any more confrontations. “Yes, just thought I saw something Mr. Fellby. I was mistaken.” You shrugged tiredly.

“Stop calling me- you know what, fine, whatever, just follow me.”

As the two of you started walking, you sent one look back and once again met the white eyes of Amby sticking his head out of a side corridor. He squinted at you for a second, before finally settling on glaring at you as the space between the two of you grew.

Wonderful. I wonder what his issue will be with my presence. The fatigue of todays events were slowly catching up with you as you rubbed your eyes tiredly.

“So, what now?”

Fellby sent you another irritating smirk over his shoulder. “Now we talk about your deal."

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“Take a seat.”

The room Fellby had taken you to was a large, open-spaced office with a single desk and two chairs in the centre. Massive windows spanned against the wall letting in natural light and as you walked over to them you found they had the perfect view of the front of the mansion.

Oh wow. You marvelled at all the greenery surrounding the house, from the tall trees creating shade all the ay to the small, single flowers sprouting up randomly.

The sound of a chair scraping across the floor pulled you out of your reverie. Turning, you see Fellby had taken a seat at the desk, a pile of papers now in his hand that he was sifting through.

You took a second to look him over again. His violet flames were a stark contrast from his siblings, alongside his fashion sense it seemed, and you had half expected him to be as hostile to you as the others had, Ashby aside.

“You gonna sit down now or what.”

With one last look out the window you trudged over to the desk and sat down. Posture straight and hands folded in you lap, you met Fellby’s eyes head on.

“So,” Fellby pulled off his sunglasses, placing them on the desk as he watched you with the look of a businessman evaluating his wares. “How about we start with you telling me what you want and we’ll go from there.”

You nodded, holding back a flare of excitement. You were so close to your goal, but like most things in this Human life there was no guarantee that the Monster would agree to your terms. Granted, this household did seem to treat Humans decently compared to the others you’ve been to…

You inwardly shook yourself. Focus. Fellby was still waiting for your reply.

You took a steadying breath. “My terms are simple Mr. Fellby, I want a contract with your Household. A permanent one.” Fellby tilted his head but you carried on. “With no return clauses either; regardless of how sick or injured I end up, your stuck with me.”

Fellby gave away nothing, both his face and voice remained neutral. “…and?”

A look of confusion flashed over your features before you managed to stamp it down. “And what?”

Fellby opened his mouth, then closed it. His eyes widened slowly as he seemed to process something in his mind. Then he threw himself back into the chair and laughed.

Oh wonderful he’s going to reject my terms and send me packing back to the Institution. You looked down at the desk and braced for disappointment. Maybe he’ll at least let me wave bye to Ashby through a window.

Suddenly Fellby slammed his hands onto the desk, you jumped, almost headbutting him in the process as he leaned closer to your face. “How disappointing, Human.”

Your eyes widened, you felt oddly uncomfortable with Fellby’s apparent disappointment and you followed your immediate urge to apologise. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be.” He responded. “I give you a blank pass for anything and you ask for just one think? I swear, a once in a three-lifetime opportunity and you just,” Fellby gestured at you wordlessly. “Like am I right or what Amby?” Fellby leaned to the side, shooting the question over your shoulder.

You raised an eyebrow and turned with him, and sure enough there was Amby sitting on the floor next to the door, watching you, bottle in hand. You wondered how he had managed to sneak in without making a sound.

“Humans are all…” Amby grumbled the rest under his breath.

Fellby rolled his eyes. “Listen Human, you became a permanent member of this Household the second my Bro stepped stepped outta that room. In fact, if you had asked to be sent back to the Institution we would’ve had a problem.” His violet flames grew higher and his teeth sharpened. You gulped at the threat before he went back to normal. “But hey, look at that, we both want the same thing.”

You nodded fervently.

“So, is there anything else you want?”

Honestly, there really wasn’t any burning desires, but you had a feeling that telling Fellby as much would make him think less of you. He seemed to enjoy how you held your ground against him.

“I want my own room, with a bathroom attached and a wardrobe.”

To your surprise Fellby nodded and wrote it down.

“And a whole new set of clothes.”

“Oh yeah, definitely, can’t have you representing our Household in that.” Fellby eyed your clothes in disgust. “Stars above, point out the Monster that dressed you in those rags so I can dust him. It’ll be a service to the whole of Monster kind trust me.”

You politely coughed into your hand to hide your smile. “I would also like to request proper food be available to me.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Fellby smirked. “My brothers may not like Humans that much, but they have too much Pride to let you eat any of that Human gruel.”

“Not even fit for animals.” Amby’s distaste was evident.

“Right.” You weren’t too bothered about the details, honestly anything was a step up from the usual meals Human Stock got.

Fellby stopped writing and looked to you. “That everything?”

Well, your lucks held out this long, might as well take a leap of faith. “I want days off.”

Amby choked on his alcohol behind you while Fellby’s eyes widened, both taken by surprise by your demand.

You sat unmoving as Fellby leaned closer to you, head resting on his palm as he eyed you in amusement. “Oh Human,” his smooth voice purred. “You’re gonna be so much fun.” His eyes darkened and you worried for a second that you had asked for too much, but Fellby carried on. “Well, takin’ into account how you’ll have to stay by my Bro’s side for a while, you can have half a day off at the end of every month.”

“Wait, you’re actually giving me time off?” Your voice went higher in surprise. Holy shit. What ind of Monster casually gives a Human time off.

Fellby snickered at your expression and proceeded to write it down on what you realised was a contract.

This Flame Elementals crazy. He had to be. Who the hell writes a contract for a Human slave as if they’re some employee?! Does he not know I already have to obey everything he says? Did someone forget to tell him?!

But unlike with Ashby, who you believed really didn’t know how Humans were treated, Fellby knew exactly what the relationship was like between the two Races.

And yet he’s doing this regardless.

“Hold ona second!” Amby rounded on the desk, flames flickering wildly. “Y-ya can’t just decide this onya own.” His words slurred together.

Now that he was closer though, you noticed a red tinge around his eyes and wondered what it was from. The smell hit you then, and Stars above, did Amby wash his clothes in alcohol or something?

Fellby’s face scrunched up as the smell reached him as well. “And what you can? You smell like the basement of a Brewery, I wouldn’t even trust you to cook an omelette right now.”

Amby reeled back as if he was physically struck and stared wide-eyed at Fellby, the hurt evident in his face.

You politely looked away. Not quite comfortable with witnessing such a vulnerable reaction from a Monster.

Fellby continued writing your contract either not bothered by Amby’s reaction or just indifferent to it.

The awkward silence pressed onto the three of you before Amby kicked the wooden desk and stalked out of the room. “’m tellin’ Grillby!” The door slammed shut behind him.

“Yeah, you do that.” Fellby murmured.

“Um, will he be okay?”

“Ignore him. He’s an irritating drama queen, especially when he’s been drinking.” Fellby looked up and met your eyes, gaze serious. “Listen, even though you gotta obey all my brothers, whatever Ashby needs or says takes priority. You’re here for him, everyone else can survive without you.” The unspoken acknowledgement that Ashby couldn’t felt heavy on your shoulders, but you were ready for it.

You nodded. “I understand.”

Fellby raised an eyebrow. “Do you really? ‘Cuz there are some of my brothers who you haven’t met yet that’ll irritate the fuck out of you for not putting them first.”

You raised an eyebrow back. “You putting yourself in that group?”

“You wound me me, Human.” Fellby said dryly. “Then again you haven’t met Flare yet, so I’ll forgive your ignorance.” He took out one page of the contract and slid it to you. “Can you write?”

“Yeah.”

Fellby held out a pen. “Sign on the dotted line.”

Reaching out, you grabbed the pen from his solid grasp, your fingers awkwardly entwined for a moment before you managed to pull the pen away.

“Awww,” Fellby spoke your name teasingly. “If you wanted to hold my hand you could’ve asked.”

You ignored how your fingers tingled from how warm Fellby was and focused on the matter at hand. “Can I at least read the whole contract before I sign it?”

Fellby’s expression of wonder was so over-exaggerated you entertained the idea of throwing the pen at him. “Oh wow, a Human that can read and write. I really did hit the jackpot.”

“Mr. Fellby.” You frowned at him.

He smirked in amusement at your reaction. “You know your quite cute when you pout.”

Your face was not going red. It was not.

Thankfully, a knock on the door interrupted whatever the hell Fellby was trying to pull as he straightened in the chair, an expression of mild annoyance settling over his features. “What?!” He barked.

You automatically hunched yourself behind the chair as the door opened to reveal Grillby. His white eyes roved over you before moving onto Fellby. “Amby said you were doing something irresponsible again.” His eyes landed on the contract. “I see.”

You didn’t budge as Grillby came over and picked up the contract, but you did hold your breath as he flicked through it. His face showed neither approval or disapproval and it set you on edge.

“Hmmm.” Grillby gently placed the contract back in front of you. The dotted line awaiting your signature right on the top of the pile. “Well, are you going to sign it?”

You looked nervously between Grillby’s composed demeanour and Fellby’s self-satisfied smirk. Oh there was definitely something in that contract he hadn’t told you about, and if it were just the two of you, you would have gladly called him out. But with Grillby in the mix…

You uncapped the pen and signed the paper. It really wasn’t worth repeating what happened in the kitchen.

Timidly, you pushed the paper away form you and placed the pen back onto the desk.

“Wonderful. You may head back to Ashby now, your new room will be next his.” Grillby grabbed your contract and tucked it under his arm.

Great now I’m never going to see that again.

Grillby tapped the back of Fellby’s chair. “Go show them the way.”

Fellby groaned. “Fine, fine. He’s in his old room, right?” He asked as he stood, you rushed to follow his movements.

“Of course.”

Fellby gestured for you and you followed obediently. Reaching the door, Grillby called your name before you could leave. “Tomorrow morning report to my office and we’ll go over your schedule.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

“Any other orders, Your Highness?” Fellby’s mocking voice travelled from where he waited outside the door.

Grillby didn’t bother looking up as he opened one of the drawers. “Yes, stop using my office when you have your own.”

Fellby snorted and walked off. You took a step before turning again to Grillby who had already begun working through some paperwork. Quietly, you leaned in and grasped the doorknob, gently closing the door behind you.

You let out a breath. You felt much better with a physical barrier between yourself and Grillby. Perhaps one day you would feel, maybe not comfortable, but just not as tense, when around him. You had a feeling it would take a while though.

“Hey!” Fellby’s voice called out to you from the end of the hallway. “Hurry up! I’ve got other things to do today you know.”

With a final parting glance at Grillby’s door you turned and headed towards Fellby.

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The two of you didn’t travel as far as you expected. Down a set of stairs, a right then another right and before you knew it Fellby had stopped in front of a brown door. Although it gave you enough time to try and pry the secret of your contract from Fellby and fail.

“Your room,” He pointed to the door in front, then gestured to the one on the other side of the hall. “That’s Ash’s.”

“Alright.” Your eyes glanced at Ashby’s door before eyeing your own in excitement. I wonder how much space it has. I hope there’s a window… wait forget that I hope there’s a TV! You grabbed the door handle, fully intent on heading in and checking out every single inch of the room but Fellby’s hand grasped yours before you could.

You looked up at him as he pulled your hand away from the door. His face lacking its usual smirk had you biting back your questions even as he held your one hand in both of his, he looked deep in thought as he spread your fingers and placed his fiery digits in between.

It was an odd moment of clarity that came over you. The part of your Human brain that was wired for reality, that never made you forget you had to always be careful and aware of how you acted around Monsters, always went strangely quiet when in the presence of Fellby. Your initial meeting aside, Fellby also seemed to be lax around you. Even going as far as to tease you.

You don’t this anyone’s ever joked around with you since you were a child.

“…You should check on Ashby first.”

“Huh?” Fellby’s voice dragged you out of your thoughts and you blinked up at him.

There was no trace of the pensive expression from before as Fellby snickered and dropped you hand, flicking you in the faced. “Hey!” You covered your forehead and took a step back, sending Fellby what you hoped was a stern look.

Crossing his arms, Fellby only smirked in response, the slight reveal of his teeth betraying just how funny he found your reaction to be. “Go. Shoo. Do your job human.” With a dismissing wave Fellby abruptly turned and headed off.

“H-hold on a second!” Flustered with the sudden change, you instinctively called out to Fellby. “When should I meet Master Grillby tomorrow? What if I get lost?”

Fellby didn’t look back as he lazily waved goodbye.

“Don’t you want to at least talk to Ashby a bit?” Your voice echoed down the hall but as Fellby turned out of sight you didn’t think he heard it. You huffed in defeat.

I don’t know if I’d classify him as just a weirdo or a really mellow moody Monster. One second Fellby’s touching you, the next he’s all business, then you blink and he’s already at the end of the corridor.

You shook your head. Well at least he’s on my side. I think.

Walking over to Ashby’s door, you knock politely and wait for a response. Grillby said he was back in his room, a worrying thought struck you, what if his pains acting up and he can’t physically open the door?

With that thought buzzing through your head, you knocked once more and slowly opened the door. He’s tried to eat me once so I don’t think he’ll be too bothered by my lack of manners. “Ashby, I’m coming in.”

Stepping into the room you immediately noticed how bigger it was compared to where you found Ashby, and while it had more personality with its range of earthy brown tones, you noticed how orderly and untouched it was.

An uncomfortable reminder of how long Ashby had spent away.

At least someone had the decency to clean up all the dust and change the sheets. Letting the door close softly behind you, you walked over to the centre of the room, eyes curiously taking in the wardrobes, dressers, bed and- ah, there he is.

You would have missed him completely had he not shifted on the sofa, causing the flames at the top of his head to peak out over the back and be caught in the glow of the small corner lamp.

Slowly padding over to the large sofa, you leaned over the back to find Ashby, all long and lanky limbs, curled around a pillow.

“Hey.” You spoke softly.

Ashby curled tighter and pushed his face into the pillow. A quick look over his flames showed they had lightened a bit since you last saw him, however it was hard to tell if Ashby was in any pain without getting a look of his eyes.

You bit your lip, concerned and unsure on how to approach Ashby like this. Did he even want company right now? He probably still needed time to digest everything Grillby’s told him. Maybe some more space was what he needed?

“Would you like me to leave?”

Ashby shook his head but didn’t say anything.

You leaned down closer to his face and tapped him on the cheek, ignoring how he automatically flinched at the unexpected touch. “Come on Ashby, at least lift your head from the pillow, I’m sure it’s getting a bit hard to breath down there.” You spoke quietly.

He mumbled into the pillow and you sighed. Moving back up, you walked around the sofa and faced his curled form properly. Well Ashby’s always responded well to physical contact.

You plopped yourself down next to his head. A single dark red eye peeked out from under the pillow at you. You gave Ashby a smile even as he quickly hid away again.

“…I can’t imagine how you feel right now.” You let your hand rest on Ashby’s, hoping it would give him something to focus on other than his thoughts. “But you know your not alone; you have your family here to help.”

Ashby shuffled up, letting the top of his head rest against your thigh. You stiffened for a second, but relaxed when you remembered his whole body was made up of flames so the ones at the top of his head wouldn’t burn you.

He moved the pillow away from his mouth. You grimaced at the fresh soot stains around them. “…they try…but i can… tell…”

You remained silent, wanting to give Ashby all the time he needed to sort through his thoughts and feelings.

“…they’re… in pain… whenever they look, at me.” Ashby’s flames flickered wildly.

You felt your heart tug at his admission. Automatically you moved your hand to rest on the top of his head to provide some comfort. The action immediately bringing his flames back to their usual slow movement around your fingers.

“…fellby won’t… talk to me, amby can’t… be in… the… same room… as me.” Ashby’s voice wavered.

You wondered how it would look like for an Elemental to cry. You decided you didn’t want to find out.

“Well, Fellby did say he would catch up with you later, maybe he’s just got some business to finish first?” The excuse sounded weak to your own ears.

Ashby grunted.

“And Amby, he, um, looks like he’s has a lot of things to sort out himself.” You winced, inwardly berating yourself. Wonderful, this is the perfect way to cheer him up. “What about Grillby? He really wanted to talk to you.”

“just to say, i’ve been… gone… a mere 200... years.” He responded bitterly. “how things… are run now… and what’s, currently, happening.”

That sounded more like a meeting than a tearful reunion between brothers. You frowned, it was also a complete one-eighty from how Grillby acted in the kitchen, almost refusing to let go of Ashby’s hand as if he’d disappear again.

“I think it’s more like they don’t know how to act around you just yet.”

Ashby peeked up at you. “…really?”

“Yeah, think of it like this,” you tugged the pillow out of Ashby’s grasp, ignoring how he frowned up at you. “Imagine there was this one thing you wanted beyond anything, but never expected to actually get it and then just suddenly one day, it just drops into your lap. You won’t know that to do with it, now that you have it.”

Rolling onto his back, Ashby gave you a slow blink. “…you understand…that is quite, literally, my… current… situation.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Oh yeah, he never thought he would actually get out of that room. You felt your cheeks heat a bit. “Yes, I get that, but you also have to understand that this is what your brothers felt as well.”

Ashby let his eyes rest on the ceiling, you could see him mulling your words over. Then picked his head up and moved back a bit, dropping his head onto your lap.

Your hands freeze in the air as you stare at him in surprise. Okay, sure, that’s fine. Huh, Ashby’s not that heavy. Your thoughts came a bit frazzled but you were willing to roll with it.

“do… you, think… if i just… gave them… some… time…”

You were nodding before he even finished the sentence. “Oh yeah definitely, and who knows maybe your other siblings will have better reactions to your sudden reappearance.”

Ashby looked thoughtful. “a… possibility.” He lifted his hand, the unspoken request clear as you placed our hand in his.

You relaxed against the sofa. The peaceful quiet of the room combined with the events of the day were getting to you as your eyelids dropped lower and lower. I can totally sleep here, this thing’s more comfortable than all the beds I’ve ever slept on. Ashby won’t mind.

“…there’s someone else… here to help… as well…”

There was no way you could open your eyes again, your brain was already getting fuzzy, so you just hummed in response.

“you.”

A smile broke out on your face as you squeezed Ashby’s hand. Yeah I am.

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It was no surprise that you found yourself awake at the crack of dawn. Years of being hustled out of bed for cold morning showers at the Institution had ingrained it into your body.

Careful not to jostle the Elemental in your lap, you stretched out your back and sighed at the satisfying click.

You watch fondly as Ashby turns to face away from you, murmuring something unintelligible in his sleep. Then wince as you see the black smudges over your thigh.

I should bring this to Grillby's attention, assuming he isn't aware of this already of course.

Gently, you slid out from underneath Ashby, quickly placing a pillow under his head. You release a breath as Ashby just nuzzled into the pillow. You didn't accidentally wake him up. Good.

You grab a blanket and drape it over him. Just in case he gets cold. Before silently exiting the room.

Alright. Priorities: shower, change and meet up with Grillby. You wondered if Grillby would get annoyed with you for taking so long. Then again, he didn't actually give me specific time. You shrug but decide to move a little faster.

Eyeing the door to your room, you took a step only for your foot to clip on something and send you tumbling forward. Catching yourself on your hands, you look back in confusion.

How in the hell did I miss an entire person?!

Sprawled out in front of Ashby's room, looking as if he was in the deepest sleep ever, was Amby. He lay on high stomach, brown shirt (which you were sure was the same one as yesterday) thoroughly crumpled from sleep, his shoes were nowhere in sight and rather than a pillow he was cuddling an empty bottle. In fact, he was perfectly positioned to make it seem as if he had just coincidentally passed out in front of Ashby's room.

It made you instantly suspicious. While your interactions with Amby had been very short-lived, you would have had to be blind to not notice how on edge your presence made him. Heck even Grillby had been more subtle about his distrust to having you around.

Not the best way to show your worried about your Brother, Amby, but still, at least you're trying. You knelt down next to him. You doubt you could wake him up, Amby hadn't even budged when you tripped, but you felt the need to do something.

You hummed in thought, watching as Amby's red-tipped orange flames swayed languidly, his face was for once frown-free and it made him look remarkably younger.

Ah, I have an idea. Standing up, you carefully stepped over Amby and headed back into Ashby's room. A quick look around and you found your target, a spare blanket. A quick look to make sure Ashby was still asleep and you were out.

Hopping over Amby, you covered him with the blanket and nodded to yourself. All done, now to get back on track. Turning, you finally headed into your own room, unaware of the white eye that cracked open to peer at you quickly before closing.

Entering your own room was like stepping into a dream. It was smaller than Ashby’s, with only a single bed, small wardrobe, and a door you guessed lead to the bathroom. There was no sofa and no TV (which was a little disappointing) but it was all yours. You grinned. I got what I wanted, now I just have to hold onto it.

You opened your wardrobe to find the other Institution clothes you were given. Hopefully I won’t have to wear these for long. Grabbing another long-sleeved top and pants, you headed into the bathroom.

A shower and a bath?! It’s official, I died in my sleep. 

Not wasting anymore time, you stripped and jumped into the shower. Letting the warm sprays come over you, you indulged yourself for a minute more before getting down to business. You studiously ignored how the patches of dried blood and black smudges on your hands stained the water in the beginning.

Stepping out of the shower, you felt lighter and more prepared for the day. A quick glance in the mirror had you pausing. You almost didn’t recognise yourself. Skin cleanest it’s been in years, hair finally lost its greasy sheen, sure your body was still more sharp angles from lack of nutrition but, you smiled into the mirror, it felt like you were reclaiming yourself bit by bit.

Alright, I’ve wasted enough time.

Clothes on, you exited your room and with one last look at Ashby’s door and Amby, you started heading to Grillby’s office.

It was this way… then up these stairs… down here… this door?

You think it was? Well, you were pretty sure this was the right corridor, so worst case it was just the wrong door. You knocked.

“Come in.” Answered a muffled voice.

A mix of relief and anxiety spread through you as you entered Grillby’s office and closed the door. Now it was just the two of you. No Ashby and no Fellby acting as buffers, you would have even settled with having Amby in the corner glaring at you.

I’m fine. This is fine. Your racing heart said otherwise.

Grillby looked up from his work, when his eyes landed on you, his flames twirled in what you guessed was surprised. His voice confirmed it a second later. “I didn’t expect you this early Human.”

“I’m an early riser.”

“A good habit.”

Not one I particularly wanted.

Grillby gave you a slow look over, from head-to-toe. If it were any other Monster you would have been on guard. You had seen Monsters that looked at Humans that intensely before and it often led to unsavoury acts being done.

“Don’t you have any other clothes?”

“Uh,” You blinked, uncomprehending the question for second. “No. These are the standard uniforms from the Institution.”

Grillby gave you (or your clothes, you couldn’t quite tell) a look of dissatisfaction. A feeling of Déjà vu that swept over you as Grillby’s reaction mirrored Fellby’s from yesterday. Albeit a more refined response.

Finding a similarity between the two Brothers was oddly comforting. If you could get along with Fellby, who you had a feeling was the more reckless sibling, then surely there was a chance you and Grillby would get along. Or at least reach some level of civility.

“Human,” you stood at attention as Grillby addressed you. “Your schedule will be as follows: breakfast at 7:30am and dinner at 8pm. You can go for lunch anytime between 12pm and 1:30pm. At this current moment you are only to stay by Ashby’s side. He is in too much of a fragile state to be left without assistance for long.”

You nodded. Good to see both Grillby and Fellby have the same priorities. It would have put me in a dangerous spot if I had conflicting orders.

 “If you are late for either breakfast or dinner then you don’t eat. Clean up after yourself as well, if I find a mess in the kitchen there will be consequences.”

I believe you. “I understand, Master Grillby.”

Grillby leaned back in his chair. His white button-up shirt pulled against his shoulders with the action, revealing the lithe muscles hidden underneath. Legs stretched out, Grillby seemed strangely tired even though the day had just started. “Now, what can you tell me about Ashby’s health.”

Your brows furrowed. Shouldn’t he already be aware of these things? “Well, Master Ashby’s severely underweight, and doesn’t have much body strength. He keeps coughing up soot, and there’s the issue with his magic…” You trail off, watching for Grillby’s reaction.

A clench of the hands and then nothing. No sudden magic crushing against you. Maybe he just doesn’t want me to mention it in front of Ashby?

“Anything else?” He asked.

“Yes, he has moments when his entire body would light up, his colouring changes and he’d be in intense pain.”

You think Grillby sighs, by the way his shoulders ever so slightly dip. “I see. That is… a lot. I’ll start looking for medical personnel that could help.”

Well said, Master. You felt for him, you really did, this must be a heavy responsibility to have dropped on him all of a sudden and no doubt he was dealing with it as best as he could, but your main responsibility was Ashby’s care and wellbeing, which meant not just looking out for his physical health but mental as well.

With that thought filling you with determination, you spoke your next words confidently. “When are you going to talk to Master Ashby?”

Grillby looked at you with surprise. “We did talk.”

You felt a frown building, but you held it back. “…You know that’s not what I meant Master Grillby.”

To your surprise Grillby just picks up his paperwork and begins going through it. “That will be all Human. Get back to work.”

He’s dismissing me? Just like that? You shift in place for a second, your first instinct was to follow the order but you needed to try for Ashby’s sake. “He thinks you’re all avoiding him and it’s making him feel-”

“Enough, Human.”

The command had you shutting your mouth with an audible click. There was no change to Grillby’s flames, which threw you as that’s how you’ve been able to read the Elementals emotions thus far, but the magic that resonated from him. That scared you.

You nodded stiffly. Grillby wasn’t constricting his magic around you like last time, but you could feel it in front of you like a physical wall. …I’ll try again another time.

The idea of having your back to Grillby was unpleasant but you also really wanted to leave this room. You were absurdly tense as you quickly spun and left the room, wincing as you accidentally slammed the door shut.

When the door didn’t burst into flames at your action you let out a breath. Your body sagged. What a wonderful start to the morning. Well at least things can only go up from here. I hope.

Chapter Text

Returning back to Ashby’s room, you were surprised to find Amby awake and sitting cross legged in front of the door.

He glowered at you as you approached. “Stay ‘way from my bro.” The red around his eyes had dissipated since yesterday and you realised this was the most coherent you’ve heard him so far. Almost no slurring.

Is the red tinge around his eyes a side-effect from getting drunk? I wonder if it's something universal to all Elementals. You tucked the thought away from now. You were still being glared at after all.

“…We both know I can’t do that.” You answer him gently.

Breaking eye contact, Amby scowled at the carpet, hands moving restlessly over his trouser pockets before retrieving a crushed box of cigarettes. Pulling one out, he placed it between his lips before bringing his finger to the other end and lighting it up.

I hope he doesn’t smoke as excessively as he drinks. You wince internally. Ashby worries enough already.

Amby took a slow inhale and you waited silently as he breathed the smoke out. His shoulders lost some of their tightness as he sat back against the door, making himself comfortable.

Now if only he could stop watching you so suspiciously.

“Why do ya even care?

From one interrogation with Big Bro to another one from Little Bro. This is going to become some sort of trend with the siblings isn’t it? You held back a sigh and thought over your reply. Would Amby believe you if you said you just wanted Ashby to get better? That Monster or Human, you would feel the need to help anyone subjected to that sort of pain and terror?

You met Amby’s hard stare. No. I don’t think he would accept that explanation.

“The sole reason I was brought here was to care for Ashby, and if I don’t do my job I’ll get sent back to the Institution. Something I would very much like to avoid.” There we go, that answer sounded selfish enough.

Although, could that last point be considered moot now that you signed Fellby’s contract? You did say that no matter what they couldn’t send you back. Then again you had only specified that they had to keep you regardless of your physical health – sickness and injury.

You inwardly frowned. Could Grillby still send me away if he believed I wasn’t doing my job properly? Urgh. If only I read that contract.

“Ya could lie. Slack off. Leave Ashby alone in a room an’ jus’ tell everyone he’s doin’ okay.” The bitterness in his voice takes you by surprise as much as his words do.

You didn’t bother holding back your frown. “I will not.”

But Amby wasn’t looking at you anymore. Bringing his legs up, he leant on his knees, hands clutching at his head. “Jus’ leave him by himself… not even gonna check on him after a while…”

Oh. Oh.

Well now you just felt uncomfortable. You had figured Ashby would just be the family outlier when it came to his emotions. Grillby was about as closed-off as a door that was sealed with cement and Fellby, well, even with his lackadaisical attitude and apparent teasing it was still hard to pinpoint his emotions.

You watched as Amby took another drag of his cigarette, head still buried in between his knees.

Evidently it wasn’t a trait the youngest had picked up.

With soft footsteps you came closer to Amby, before finally seating yourself opposite him as your presence was ignored.

If you had to put the family on a scale, Amby was definitely next to Ashby when it came to being emotional. And Ashby had been out of touch with any sort of positive interactions for a damn near 2 centuries.

The thought filled you with unease and Stars damn it you were slightly concerned about the youngest Elemental in this Household.

Only slightly.

“Can’t trust anyone… they all lie in the end.” Amby mumbled.

Lie to who? Ashby? “You felt like someone had lied to… Ashby?”

“I didn’t feel like it, I-you did lie!” Amby snapped at you. Head springing and glaring full throttle at you once more.

“Alright, alright.” You placate him. Let’s try to keep the emotions on low now. “And what did I lie about?”

After that burst, the anger seemed to drain out of him in response to the question. Slumping against the door as if he was exhausted. “Doesn’t matter. You’ll jus’ do it again.”

It was clear to you that while Amby was accusing you of all this, he wasn’t accusing you. Amby, you had realised, was a Monster filled with loathing, and while you were sure some was directed at the world at large, you had the feeling most was saved for himself.

You felt sympathetic. You really did. He clearly had been through a lot – was in fact still going through it – and it didn’t look as if his siblings were supporting him. Your mind flashed back to the office with Fellby, at how easily he had insulted and dismissed his younger brother with nary a thought. Or helping him in any way it seemed.

Surely they must have realised at some point how far their brother had fallen? He couldn’t have been like this before, not with the way Ashby had reacted to him. There was clearly a downhill slope he had found himself on, and without the help of his family members he had turned to other substances.

Had they even tried to help? You felt an unexpectedly strong flash of bitterness run through you. Then again, considering how much they’ve ‘helped’ Ashby it’s more likely they just checked to make sure he was still breathing whenever he passed out.

You rubbed a hand tiredly through your hair. What a complicated mess of a Household I’ve found myself in. But you refused to let this ruin your dream. You were going to persevere and keep doing your upmost best to help.

It’s just that your help now extended from ‘Ashby’ to ‘Ashby and Amby’.

An idea formed in our mind, half-baked and more of a general lets-do-this-and-see-what-happens kind of feel to it. But it was better than nothing.

“You know what, you’re right, I’ve lied and chances are I could again.”

Amby tilted his head towards you, confusion apparent. “Huh?”

“Which is all the more reason you should check up on me while I check up on Ashby.” You said. Honestly, you would have preferred just outright stating ‘Visit your brother he misses you’ but if you had learned anything from this conversation with Amby it was that he stalwartly refuses to directly deal with his own problems. He probably would have ran if you had said it.

“W-wait, I can’t jus’ be there.” Amby said incredulously.

Stars you would have imagined I asked him to do a complicated medical procedure or something.

 “Think of it like this,” you wiggled closer to him. His eyes quickly took in the remaining space between your bodies before jumping back to you. “You have just spent what I assume was the entire night camped out at your brothers’ doorstep.”

“It wasn’t the entire night!”

Your wrinkled, alcohol smelling shirt says otherwise. You waved him off, continuing. “Just do that again, except make it during daylight hours and inside Ashby’s room.”

Amby pursed his lips, staring at you uncomprehendingly. “Ya sayin’ I should sleep in Ash’s room when he’s awake?”

Your stared back him waiting for the punchline. Then you realised there wasn’t one.

Your head dropped into your hands. Oh my Stars how is he related to Fellby. I feel like you can hold three conversations with him at the same time using nothing but sub-text but I can’t even get through one with Amby.

No. I can handle it. Just got to keep it simple. You lift your head and Amby quickly moves back. Why was his face leaned in so close to yours anyway? You shrugged it off. “I am going to go wake up Ashby. I am going into his room, where I will remain for the next few hours, taking care of him.”

Amby nodded.

“And you are going in there with me. Unless of course… you want to be the reason for Ashby not getting the care he deserves?” An extremely low blow you knew, and not one you’ll likely forgive yourself for quickly as Amby flinched at your words.

But you just knew that if you let Amby retreat now he would never get so close to Ashby like this again. And he would just carry on that downward slope until he met an unsavoury end.

“I jus’ have ta be there?”

You kept your face and voice neutral. “Don’t even need to start any conversations.” Ashby would probably start them all anyway.

Amby chewed on the end of his cigarette and you tempered down your excitement.

“Can’t stay all day. Got thing’s to do.” He shrugged.

Yeah, sure. You politely didn’t ask what ‘things’ they were. “That’s perfectly fine.”

After a few more seconds of silence where you thought he was going to try to make a run for it Amby finally nodded.

A smile broke out on your face as you quickly stood up. “Wonderful let us head in then.”

“Wait now?!”

You gave Amby a closed eye smile. Yes now when did you think in a week?!

“Okay, okay, I’m moving.”

Chapter Text

You opened the door and ducked your head in. The sofa was empty but the sounds of movement behind the bathroom door answered the question of where Ashby had moved to. Opening the door wide, you ushered Amby in and shut it behind him. He sent you a scowl but his hunched posture made him look as if he was more on the defensive about the whole situation.

"Ya don't have ta stand behind me. I ain't gonna run."

You nodded not believing him in the slightest and pointed to the sofa. "Just take a seat."

Amby scoffed and headed to the sofa, cigarette rolling nervously between his lips. You moved to join him just as harsh coughing sounded from the bathroom.

Keeping your rising anxiety behind a mask of calm, you knocked on the bathroom door and announced yourself. "It's me, if you need me to come in just open the door a bit okay? I'll be right outside."

The coughing continued but you could hear Ashby's light footsteps across the tiled floor. A few seconds later the handle twisted and the door opened slightly. The invitation was clear.

You turned you head and looked at Amby. He still sat hunched on the sofa, posture tense and flames twitching. You could see the concern he was trying to hide away, being confronted with Ashby and his illness was clearly having an unpleasant effect on him.

"Don't worry," You sent Amby a reassurring look. "Remember my sole purpose here is to help Ashby."

Amby was still staring as you entered the bathroom and closed the door. You turned your head only to walk into a thin topless torso. A pair of arms immediately encircled you, large, spindly hands gripping you just below your ribcage. You managed a quick surprised sound before Ashby tucked you into him. His coughs pushing around the hair atop your head.

Gently you embraced Ashby back, making sure to keep your arms loose and low to not constrict his breathing. His colouring has lightened considerably, it's best I calm him down now rather than later. Keeping yourself in a tranquil state, you activated your magic in slow pulses. You still couldn't hold it longer than 3 seconds but as long as it was enough to effectively help the short time frame didn't bother you.

Ashby managed to take in a deep, shuddering breath in between coughs. Now that his panic had rescinded he was able to focus.

A look at his skin and you noted it had reverted to his usual grey tone and yet Ashby's grip was still unrelenting. You wiggled your head up from his chest to get his face into view. "Ashby, what's wrong?"

"i... i woke up, and you weren't there, i, i, thought," Ashby tripped over his words, breath getting caught in his throat and you could practically feel the terror creeping back up his spine. "...it was all a dream... my mind... it broke... finally, so cruel of it... to give me my... wish and..." Ashby trailed off lost in his despair.

It felt like something was crawling up the back of your throat at his admission. Your magic could help with his physical symptoms, his mind? Not so much. "You didn't realise you were in another room entirely?"

Ashby shrugged, the forlorn expression on his face making him seem more fragile. "it didn't matter... i was... alone again."

You swallowed heavily. Your brain had frozen because you had no idea what could be said to help Ashby. Promise that it'll never happen again? You didn't even know the events that led Ashby to being isolated in the first place, had he been immediately hidden away as soon as he got ill or was it a gradual process? And even if you did work that out would you be able to go against an entire Household of Elementals - against Grillby - to stop them from isolating him again if they chose to?

Fuck. Maybe I wasn't the best person to help Ashby recover. The unpleasant feeling of disappointment swirled in your belly along with the cold realisation that if you couldn't you would be sent back to the Institute, before the creak of the door opening took your attention.

Amby hadn't stepped into the bathroom per se, but he was leaning on the frame, eyes on the tiled floor. “I’ve heard it, ah, can happen sometimes ya know? Wakin’ up but ya aren’t here ya back there.” Both Ashby and you watched on silently as a distant look entered Amby’s eyes. “An’ it’s the worst thing, ‘cuz you know what you’re gonna have ta do, again an’ again ta survive an’ ya feel it,” Amby patted his hand over his heart. “It twists ya up inside but ya do it cuz ya hope that they’ll be an end ta it… that one day it’ll get better.”

You stayed silent. Partially from shock at the amount of words Amby had spoken and also because you didn’t want to intervene Amby’s somewhat bumpy attempt to support his brother.

But what did he mean by ‘back there’? The room Ashby had been confined in these past centuries or was he talking about something else? You chased the thought away for now. You’ll dig into it later.

“does… it? get better?”

Amby shrugged, face shadowed as he looked away. “Dunno.”

The air was dead between the three of you. While Amby had started his speech with the intention of helping Ashby it was clear that by the end he got lost in himself. If anything he did manage to pull the fear from Ashby’s mind, if only to replace it with worry for Amby.

Without thinking you let go of Ashby and reached backwards to grab Amby’s hand. After two failed attempts you half turned your head only to find Amby watching your hand flail in the air with a confused expression.

Sweet Stars above this Monster. “Grab my hand.”

Amby sent you a look of disbelief. “What, why?”

A gentle laugh from Ashby. “…listen to, the human… little brother…” His hands had relaxed their death grip, one lay on your hip while the other had moved up to gently play with your hair.

Amby mumbled unintelligibly under his breath before limply raising his hand and placing it in yours. I have to say, this is my first-time meeting someone whose hand holding level was in minus. A larger hand enveloped both of yours and you grinned back at Ashby as Amby groaned loudly. “Enough with the mushy shit Ash, please.” Yet he didn’t remove his hand.

You let the ‘mushy shit’ go on for a few more seconds just for that comment before slowly releasing Amby’s hand. Amby was quick to retreat to the sofa, halfway across the room, while Ashby’s hand remained comfortably over yours. “Now it should be time for breakfast right? Let’s head to the kitchen and fill our bellies.”

Ashby looked down at you with a small smile. Good, doesn’t seem like mentioning eating triggers any negative reactions, even when a Human says it. You squeezed Ashby’s hand, celebrating his silent victory.

A small poke from your ribs told you he received it loud and clear.

“About damn time,” Amby jumped up from the sofa just as he had sat and paced to the door. Throwing it open, he disappeared into the hallway for a second before ducking back in. “Move it or I’ll leave ya behind. An’ I know neither of ya know the way ta the kitchen.”

“Alright we’re coming.” You rolled your eyes, untangling yourself from Ashby so he could put a shirt on.

“will… everyone be… present?” Ashby asked in a hopeful voice.

“Um, not likely Ash, haven’t had a ‘family’ breakfast in a long time.” Amby said. He still couldn’t look at Ashby for long without looking uncomfortable.

You patted Ashby on the back as he passed you. Next goal: get all of Ashby’s siblings together for either breakfast or dinner. No fuck that. For breakfast and dinner, maybe not both on the same day.

As you followed behind Ashby down the hallway you clenched your fist in determination. If you could get through to Amby then getting through to Grillby and Fellby shouldn’t be impossible right? However there was also that mysterious sibling Fellby mentioned yesterday in his office, a ‘Flare’?

A question sprung up in your mind and without thinking you asked the two Elemental brothers. “How many siblings do you guys have in total?”

They both looked back at you. Ashby with a soft expression while Amby glared. “There’s 6 includin’ us.”

So there’s two I haven’t met yet? “Fellby mentioned a Flare but I don’t know who the other one is.”

“A weirdo. Ya should avoid him.”

“amby,” Ashby softly reprimanded him. “that’s no way, to, talk… about… eclipse.”

“I’m not wrong.” Amby shrugged, going for the Devil-May-Care-Attitude but only really coming across as awkward. “Let’s jus’ go grab some food.”

You wanted to question them more on these two mysterious siblings, but Ashby would only have outdated information and Amby clearly wasn’t feeling as talkative before. You decided to wait until breakfast to ask further.

As the group of you walked in silence to the kitchen, you could still feel the self-doubt creeping behind you, following in your shadow. Am I really the right person to help Ashby recover?

You weren’t so confident in the answer anymore.

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You weren’t sure what to expect upon arriving in the kitchen. Okay, you were lying, you had been expecting either to end up preparing food or given the usual Human slop to eat.

This. This you had not been expecting.

Covering the entire island table was heaps and heaps of both Monster and Human food. Proper Human food with natural ingredients.

It was a strong, deeply ingrained routine that had you stepping back, allowing Amby and Ashby to move first and take a seat. Ashby taking a seat on the opposite side of the table while Amby sat in front of you.

Ashby looked you over his brother’s shoulder, sending you a questioning look. “are you… not… hungry? come, sit.”

And you would have if it were just you and Ashby because Ashby didn’t know the social rules of hierarchy of the present world. Amby however-

“Move it, he ain’t gonna eat without ya.” Amby reached back and roughly grabbed you by the shoulder. You stumbled forward as he dragged you to the seat next to him.

You stared at him with wide eyes, sitting yourself down. Amby ignored you, instead choosing to begin stuffing his face with waffles.

Your name was softly called, and you looked back at Ashby who now had a frown on his face. You tried to wave off worry, but your stiff movements were even more telling of your awkwardness.

“what’s wrong? eat.” Ashby’s voice sounded almost like an order.

“Yeah, I will.” You watch the kitchen entrance over your shoulder like a hawk as you pick up an orange slice and shove it into your mouth. Oh, Stars that was good. “See.”

You waved the leftover peel to emphasis your point.

The move was enough to placate Ashby until Amby dropped a fork onto his plate. The loud clatter startled you and had you bursting up from the chair.

Both Elementals were staring. Ashby in a near panicked state and Amby with annoyance.

You released a breath, letting your shoulders drop. “Sorry.”

Amby snorted. “Whatever. Jus’ hurry up and eat. No one else is gonna be comin’ in.”

You took Amby’s word for it. This time when you sat down, you easily sank into the wonderful, beautifully tasting breakfast around you. The open kitchen door behind you had been pushed out of your mind. Really.

Ashby’s head bounced back and forth between you and Amby. “what just happened?”

“Um, I thought someone was coming in and freaked out.”

“no, no… that was something… else. one of you, explain, now.”

Amby and you shared a look. The both of you silently demanding the other explain the current social climate.

You’re his brother. Your eyes seemed to flash at him.

I’m your Master as well. His eye twitched in response.

“i’ll… get grillby-”

“No need for that!” You forcefully smiled. I doubt Master Grillby’s mood improved much since my exit and I don’t need to give him more reason to dislike my presence. “I’ll explain Ashby. You see, Humans are taught something called ‘manners’ since they are born, so it’s not easy to go against certain behaviours. Such as sitting with your Masters and eating.”

Ashby watched you with incredulity. “manners? Aren’t those… something… that everyone’s taught? Monster… or… Human?”

Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best opening line. You wracked your brain for a better explanation.

“Not the same, Ash. It’s… not the same.” Amby muttered, practically lowering his head into his food.

Ashby spared him a look of concern before settling back onto you. Waiting.

“Manners are a colloquial term that refer to a Human’s subservience. We’re, ah, taught from childhood to never do certain things and,” You gestured to the current scenario. “This was a big no-no.”

No one was sure where the term originated from. Whether it was by a Human trying to lighten the mood or a Monster being a dick. Regardless, everyone used it.

Ashby leaned back, arms crossed. You could see his long finger tapping against his forearm as he thought something over.

Please tell me Master Grillby explained the current relationship between Humans and Monsters. If not, I will get the Master myself to explain it.

“Grillby did... inform me, of how, the, current… society is… run.” Ashby looked down at the table, features turning melancholic as his words trailed off.

Amby continued eating. You could see his eyes darting around the room awkwardly as he refused to look at Ashby. Brown shirt stretching as his upper muscles tensed.

He looks like he’s getting ready to flee. You tapped your elbow against Amby’s and he shifts his body further from you. Practically hunching over his food.

Ashby shook his head, as if banishing some thoughts from his mind. “And you’re… reaction… was from, believing…  one of my… brothers, was, entering the room?”

You nodded. “I know you and Amby may not care about such things, but I’m not so sure about the others.” Of course, by ‘others’ you were specifying Master Grillby and the two you hadn’t met yet. Fellby wouldn’t give a shit about such customs you were sure, but you were already toeing the line with Master Grillby and you did not want to experience what happens if you go over it.

“…perhaps, that is… something we… can work on.” Ashby mused to himself.

“What?” You asked with a confused frown.

Ashby waves off your question, features finally smoothing into a light smile as he leans over and grabs some Monster Food. It was a very small amount that he puts onto his plate, however as long as he ate something you weren’t going to push him for more.

The silence between the three of you as you ate was a bit stilted. Well to be more precise the air between you and Ashby was fine, it was Amby that brought in a cloud of uncomfortableness that leaked over to the two of you.

Of course, your mind stopped focusing on such things once you bit into the fluffiest pancake alive.

Do not cry. Absolutely do not cry. You couldn’t help the quiet moan of appreciation though, as you slowly chewed and swallowed.

You exhaled and leaned back into the chair. Hah? When had I closed my eyes?

You opened them to reveal the faces of two Flame Elementals staring right at you.

“Eh? What?” You blinked at the two.

Ashby brought a hand up to poorly cover up his amused smile. Amby stared at you until your eyes turned to him, then he turned away, muttering something under his breath.

You frowned, noticing something on Amby’s face before he moved. “Why are your cheeks blue?”

Amby dropped his fork, covering his face with a groan as Ashby chuckled from across you.

“he… is embarrassed.”

“ ‘am not.” Amby grouched back.

“Embarrassed? About what?” You asked.

Amby let out a pained groan and sent Ashby a pleading look.

You looked between the two, not sure what was happening but glad that the mood had lightened.

You bit into some more pancakes, trying to smother your own smile as Ashby continued to playfully tease his youngest brother.

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Breakfast progressed slowly for you. You savoured every bite, chew and swallow with a measured sense of awe. You couldn't believe that this was what you would be having every morning. Perhaps you had died back in that bathroom and this was your own personal Heaven.

The reminder of your first encounterwith Ashby had your already small appetite disappearing. You pursed your lips into a thin line, staring down at the near-empty plate. 200 years he had been stuck there and how many Humans had been eaten and killed by him? Did the Household know how many they had sent to their deaths? Or had they never bothered to think about such a number?

A shiver ran down your spine and a cold clammy feeling erupted over your skin. You casually brought your hands down under the table to grip your grey pants.

You would have ended up just like the rest of them. A dark stain against an even older stain had it not been for the magic you had been born with.

If it hadn't activated-

A knee awkwardly bounced against yours and you half-flinched at the contact. You stiffly turned your head to the left, meeting Amby's frown.

"Are ya done?" He asked gruffly, body tense as his eyes drilled into yours.

You blinked, directing your gaze over his shoulder. "Yeah. I am."

Amby wastes no time. His chair letting out a screech as he roughly pushed it back. His posture tense and you oculd see his hands flexing. Ah, he must have reached his limit.

Rising from the table, you glance up at Ashby. His face brightened into a small smile, and you wordlessly reached over to collect his plate that still held the Monster Pastry he had been nibbling on.

Placing the dishes into the sink where Amby had dropped his. You mechanically began washing up. No one interrupted the silent atmosphere. The only sounds were the water running and the light scrubbing, you were surprised to see Amby still present when you turned back around, drying your hands.

Ashby had stood at some point, joining his youngest brother by the ktichen door. Amby angled away from his sibling whileAshby watched your approach with a lighter expression. The physical difference between the two was stark. Height differences aside, Ashby's body was practically half the size of Amby's.

I guess an only Human diet didn't give him much in terms of weight. The thought came unbidden, and you gave an awkward half-shrug as if to try and brush it off.

The three of you step out of the kitchena and you close the door, cutting off the enticing scents. For a few seconds the three of you stood awkwardly in the hallway before Amby decided that he's had enough.

"I got shit I need ta do." He announces, walking backwards from the two of you. Liar.

Ashby steps forward, and your eyes flash to his saddened face.

"I'll see ya around, Ashby." Amby's face twists as if the words he's forcing out were causing him pain. "I promise."

Your eyes meet Amby's at the declaration, and you just manage to stop yourself from raising an eyebrow at his brunging intensity.

What was he trying to say? Did he want out of your previous agreement? You frowned, crossing your arms at him. But it looked as if everything had been going well.

Noticing the intense eye contact between the two of you, Ashby's head swivelled back and forth, eyes wide.

You both looked away at the same time. Amby turning away with a huff and trudging down the corridor. The crumpled brown shirt reminding you that he hadn't changed or taken a shower in at least a day, the scent of stale booze still clung to him.

"You should take a shower." You called out after him, annoyed at his behaviour.

Amby scoffed and brought a hand up, middle finger flashing at you.

You roll your eyes. Childish asshole. How strange though, you had thought Ashby would have backed your statement, or at least reprimanded Amby for his crude behaviour.

Turning to face Ashby, you were startled when his thin hand grabbed yours and began dragging you the opposite way.

"Huh? Ashby, what's wrong?"

Ashby only looks at you over his shoulder with a tight smile. There was no missing the underlining sense of urgency in his movements that only confused you further.

You kept up with his long strides as he retraced the steps back to his room, by the time you had entered the bedroom and the door slammed closed behind you, you were sure you had finger shaped bruises along your hand.

The room was in darkness, blinds closed, lamp still off from when you departed to breakfast. You could still make out Ashby, of course, the white flamed elemental seemed taller in the darkness, sharper, with red eyes glinting.

Once again, your mind brings you back to the bathroom. All those dead Humans that never stood a chance.

For the first time since meeting Ashby, you looked at him and felt fear.

Ashby turned to face you slowly, as if each movement required a significant concentration and you were filled with the sudden urge to flee.

And then he toppled forward onto the floor.

You don't move as he coughed and trembled into the carpet, dry heaving and groaning as one hand clutched at his stomach while the other kept him from face-planting onto the carpet.

Panic for Ashby's health overrides any of your fear and you drop to your knees, catching him by the shoulders just as his arm gives out and he tips forward, face landing on your shoulder. An arm immediately curls around your waist, dragging you as close as to him as possible.

As gently as you could with a violently coughing Monster in your arms, you began trying to turn him to lay on his side.

His response is to grip your waist tighter, and you sharply inhale at the dull pain it causes. That will definitely bruise.

Bringing up your hand, you curl t around the back of Ashby's head and slowly start rocking. Another barrage of coughs and you feel something landing on the bare skin of your neck. You grimaced, but continued the motion now accompanied with some soothing words.

"It's alright." You murmured. "Just let it out."

Ashby's body trembled once again as another coughing fit took over. You could feel the strength leave his body as the weight in your lap got heavier.

"...stomach... hurts..."

You gulp, overly aware of the mouth next to your neck. "Are you, ah, still hungry?"

Ashby lets out another pained groan, mumbling something before taking in a slow, shuddering breath.

You winced. He was really burying himself into your shoulder. "Pardon?"

"no more... food." Ashby moaned. "body can't... take it."

"You really didn't eat that much, Ash." You thought back to the pastry he had nibbled on. "How about a drink instead?"

"m-maybe?" He coughed lightly.

Some of the tension in you left as his grip loosened. Slowly, Ashby righted himself, moving his weight off you as he sat up next you, pulling his legs up to rest his arms.

You watch as he took deep breaths, soot decorating the sides of his mouth and chin the only evidence of what had happened. A glance to your shouldershowed exactly where he had coughed all that soot up to.

Ashby winced, looking over the stain. "sorry."

You shrugged, a small smile on your face. "Don't worry about it. These clothes aren't worth feeling guilty over. Do you want me to-?"

You waved your hand, signalling your magic.

To your surprise, Ashby shook his head. "no, it's... it's passed... thank you."

"Alright."

Ashby remains sitting on the floor while you stand and begin opening the curtains. Deciding the room needed some more fresh air, you open the window and see something outside that catches your interest.

"Is that a maze?" You whisper, half in confusion and half in curiosity. I guess if you had a stupid amount of money and the space for it, why not?

Moving on, you turned on a small light besid ethe TV and after some thought, turned on the TV.

Ashby turned his head in surprise at the new voice that sprang across the room. Using the sofa to bring himself up, you grinned as his wide eyes never left the large screen.

"what a... curious... invention." He murmured.

You nodded, changing the channel to one of those Mettaton 24hr Drama-A-Thons. Hopefully seeing a Monster that Ashby recognised would lighten his mood.

“Do you still want something to drink?”

Ashby nodded. “yes, yes.” He said offhandedly, fully engrossed in the cliché drama going on.

“I’ll grab some for us. Do you want something hot or cold?”

“hot, please.”

You nodded, heading towards the door when you sighted yourself in the wardrobe mirror. You grimaced. That was a lot of soot, best to clean up before wandering around.

You excused yourself to Ashby’s bathroom, all the while ignoring the layout being nearly an exact of the room you had found Ashby in. You forcefully pushed the paranoia of hundreds of human eyes glaring down at you and cursing your actions.

You leave the room without saying a word.

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You managed to shake off the lingering sense of dread on your power walk to the kitchen. This time even managing to take in the various items decorating the hallway; a few vases with flowers, some paintings, you even passed by an old grandfather clock.

Approaching the closed kitchen door, you lose to the ingrained urge to knock first even knowing that breakfast time was over and there shouldn’t be anyone present.

It was a surprising thing when a familiar voice answered. “Yeah?”

Opening the door, you had to blink twice to make sure you weren’t hallucinating. Standing at the large sink, wearing a black turtleneck and a dark, shiny apron and gloves washing the leftover dishes from breakfast was Fellby himself.

“Uhhh.”

Fellby raised an eyebrow, quite a feat for a Monster that lacked them.

“What, ah, what are you doing Mr. Fellby?” You take a step into the kitchen, realised that this was in fact reality and carried on further. The door shutting behind you.

The Monster in question raised his arms, showing off the sponge and plate in his hands. “Are you blind? The fuck you think I’m doing.”

“I can see that.” Your eyebrow twitched at his patronizing voice. “But why are you doing it?”

Fellby snorts, slightly shaking his head as if you just didn’t get it. “Because it was my turn, idiot.”

You squint at Fellby, waiting for the punchline, but he merely carried on with his task. Washing and drying with a relaxed sense of detachment that belied he had done the task many times.

 His turn? That implies that the task switches to other members of the Household which means that I could have very well walked into Grillby cleaning up this morning. The thought sends a chill down your spine. You were not quite ready for another encounter with him.

“Okay, sure,” You shuffle over to the row of cabinets next to him, opening them up you began to search for some hot beverage for Ashby. Your eyes kept straying over to Fellby however. “But wouldn’t you leave those to your servants to do?”

Fellby lets out an aggravated noise. “Human, have you seen any servant’s around? Really though, how the hell have you made it this far in life with your level of observation?”

Ah, alright then.

Back to the cupboards, you find a row of teas and hot chocolates, you flip a mental coin and then go to reach for one of the teas.

A body coming up behind you stops your half-extended arm.

“He likes hot chocolate, the Napstaton blend.” Fellby’s voice sounds from above you. He grabs a silvery blue hot chocolate box and drops it into your hands. He looks down at you. “You know how to make one?”

His intensity takes you off guard. “Yes?”

His eyes narrow.

“Yes.” You repeat again with confidence.

Fellby still doesn’t look like he believes you, however he does return to his dishes as you begin prepping the hot chocolate. The milk was easily found in the gigantic fridge surrounded by various ingredients you eyed with interest. Placing the milk onto the counter, you looked to the cabinets above you.

Eenie meanie miny moe-

“The mugs are in the cupboard on the right.” Fellby said, annoyance seeping into his tone.

You glance over to him but Fellby doesn’t move from his task. “Thank you.”

Opening the cabinet, you expected to find a simple row of mugs, perhaps each a different colour and maybe one or two with a quote. What you didn’t expect was the explosion of saucy and dirty joke mugs, ones with extremely cute animal faces and you were pretty sure there were some mugs in the back with animal ears and tails sticking out.

Who the hell collects these things? You tried to imagine Grillby sitting up in his office while drinking a mug with ‘Exercise? I thought you said Extra Fries!’.

Hmm, no he would still terrify me. Except maybe I would be confused as well.

You must have been lost in your thoughts of contemplating which mug would be Grillby’s when an aggravated growl interrupts you.

“For stars sake just pick a cup!” Fellby places the dish he was cleaning onto the drying rack and slaps the wet sponge onto the table.

The sudden shout startled you into grabbing the closest mug, surprisingly it was one of the rare plain ones. A midnight black one that was most likely the safest option.

“Not that one!” Fellby snaps turning to you so fast that your grip on the mug slips. Your eyes widen in horror as the mug falls, almost crashing into the marble counter before a purple hand manages to grab it.

Unfortunately for you, Fellby was unable to stop his forward momentum in time and ended up crashing his shoulder into your chest. You grunt, automatically moving your hand up to steady yourself but only managing to wrap an arm around Fellby.

“Shit, don’t-”

You had thought Fellby was steady enough to keep you upright.

Oh, how wrong I was. You thought with a feeling of acceptance as you fell to the ground. You close your eyes, bracing yourself to hit the ground.

An ‘oof’ leaves your mouth as your back connects to the floor but just as your head was about to impact a large hand cradled the back of it, softening the blow.

“You’re lucky your worth more undamaged, Human.” A gravelly voice murmured next to you, the warm breath tickling your ear.

You slowly opened your eyes to find Fellby’s face centimetres from your own, sharp-tooth smirk present. He had caught himself on his elbows, one hand still holding the dark mug up while the other was wrapped around your head. A knee rested in between your legs while the other was outstretched to the side.

You swallowed nervously, you hadn’t been this close to a Monster before and with good reason. You should have been panicking beyond belief to get him off you and yet your brain seemed to recognise this Monster as Fellby and therefore not a threat to you.

You… didn’t want to pick apart the reason as to why, so you did the next best thing and distracted yourself with small talk.

“Your- your top, is that – um,” You flicked through your brain for the word. “Cashmere?”

“Nope, it’s Silk.”

“Why are you wearing that while cleaning? Aren’t you worried about staining it.” From what you remembered in the previous Households you served in, it was an expensive fabric and yet Fellby was casually wearing it while doing chores.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I can afford more.” Fellby says, grinning at your perturbed look.

“A terrible waste of money.”

“You sound like Solar Flare now.” Fellby scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You ever gonna let me get up?”

You frown in confusion before realising that your arm was still wrapped around his shoulders, feeling your face heat up your arm withdrew from him as if burned. “Sorry.”

Fellby sat up, removing his hand notably slowly from your head, fingers brushing through your hair as he fully straightened and carefully placed the black mug onto the counter. “If this thing broke you would have been in debt for the rest of your life. Probably even into the afterlife as well.” Fellby murmured the last part under his breath.

You heard him regardless of course, considering the two of you were still quite close and was he ever going to stand up and release your leg from between his thighs? If someone were to walk in on this exact moment-

It was as if the Gods were playing with you, as just as you finished that thought the kitchen door swung open and cheery humming was heard. They stepped in and as the door closed the humming stopped.

“Brother!” They gasped in such an over-the-top accusatory tone your brain imagined they were pointing dramatically to go with it. “The kitchen is not the place for this sort of behaviour.”

Fellby spoke, sounding as if he was fighting both exhaustion and irritation at once. “Welcome back, Solar.”

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“Really brother? A saucy rendezvous right in our kitchen?” The new Elemental huffed with all the righteousness in the world. “This is a sacred space, and it should not be sullied by such antics!”

You watch silently from your viewpoint on the floor as Fellby stood with an aggravated sigh. “You have the shittiest timing ever.”

The other one – Solar? – gasps. “And he doesn’t even deny it??”

Fellby glared at the Elemental before turning back to the counter, resolute on ignoring the new presence that you couldn’t look away from. The energy coming off of this Monster was a near physical thing, and it was only by doing a small flare of your own magic did you realise that the feeling was all the Monster’s natural presence.

You get up slowly, eyeing the lilac Flamed Elemental who was now preoccupied with patting the dust or whatever remains he thought were on the table. You looked down at your own clothes and couldn’t help but pat them down as well, you had been practically lying down on the floor after all. Looking up, you inhaled sharply at the face inches from yours.

“So… who are you?” He asks, glasses moving with the tilt of his head, near sliding off his face with how sharp the movement is.

You introduce yourself. “I am here to assist Ashby.”

“Hmm,” He hums, turning abruptly, and walking back to the table. He swings back to face you just as quickly. “How droll, you should be my assistant instead!”

What? Your eyes dart to Fellby’s back before landing back on the Monster. You frown. “I’m here solely to help Ashby, nothing else.”

The Monster waves off your words and you feel a spike of annoyance. “Who are you anyway?”

He grins, the flames atop his head sharpening for a second and jumps onto a chair and then the table. He poses with his arms wide as if going for a big reveal. “Me? Why I am none other than Solar Flare! Owner, proprietor, manager and CEO of Scorchin’ Flare Burgers.

The newly introduced Solar Flare ducks, dodging the wet towel Fellby had thrown at him. “Get off the dining table dumbass! And who the fuck was asking about your business?!”

Solar Flare and Fellby continue their back and forth, but you found yourself preoccupied by that little piece of information. Did you hear that right? This weird Monster was the owner of one of the most popular chain restaurants in the world? No way. He was wearing a poofy sleeved shirt with a red bowtie and black waistcoat – he looked as if he was going to pull a rabbit out of a hat and then ask you to pick a card.

The Elemental in question finally decided to get off the table, stepping onto the chair and ground with a posture of grace that didn’t fit right with the rest of him. You watch him, not out of a sense of curiosity but rather a need to figure out the puzzle in front of you.

“Everyone should know of who I am, brother, no exceptions.” Solar Flare wags his finger in Fellby’s face. “Especially a Human who I decided to make into my assistant.”

Fellby’s glare was vicious, and you had a feeling that if this hadn’t been a relative he was talking to things would have descended into violence by now. You felt your skin prickle at the sense.

“Are you deaf? The Human’s here for Ashby and Ashby only.” Fellby’s purple flames flicker and grow, his face taking on a menacing shadow.

“Why?” Solar Flare chuckled with disbelief. “Have you finally found a Human with a death wish, Fellby? Or perhaps someone disillusioned enough to think they can actually save Ashby?”

Solar Flare didn’t back down, and while Fellby’s flames tended to rise higher when angered Solar Flare’s lengthened, wriggling like snakes around his head. It looked as if an encounter between the two was inevitable, one you had a feeling would involve some level of violence, and while usually this would activate your flight mode, you too found yourself getting angry at Solar Flare’s words.

You grit your teeth, face scrunching up into a glare because you weren’t someone with a death wish or a disillusioned Human. You had entered this Household wanting to live and when you met Ashby you found someone else that desperately wanted to live as well.

Ah, it felt like something had clicked in your mind. Perhaps that was the reason you found yourself pledging to help the Monster regardless of what he had done to all those previous Humans. You had, in all places, found someone with a kindred Soul.

“And besides, don’t act as if you’re above it as well. I’ve just arrived and already I can tell you want to keep the Human beside you.” Solar Flare’s face twisted into a mocking smile, a swirling emotion in his eyes that hinted at some unconnected madness in the recesses of his mind.

Fellby grabs the front of Solar Flare’s shirt. “Listen here you-”

“I’m going to say this once more.” Your voice is soft as it halts the two of them. They look at you and you stare back with determination coolly reflecting in your eyes. “I am here solely for Ashby, and until he no longer has use of me, that’s whose side I will stay beside.”

“I know.” Fellby replies. He drops his hand from Solar Flare’s shirt and looks away from you. “I’m the one who told you that, remember?”

You look at Solar Flare, straightening the creases Fellby caused. He meets your eyes with a one-sided smile. “Alright, alright, a good business owner knows when to stop pushing.”

There was something about his tone, a smugness underneath it? Maybe more like he was saying an inside joke only he was aware of – either way you had decided to be careful around this Elemental.

“The offer still stands.” He says, walking past you. A shiver goes through your arms at his presence.

“I won’t take it.” You answer back, not bothering to turn around. Not if it pulled you away from Ashby.

The kitchen door swings shut behind you, leaving you and Fellby in an awkward silence. Not really knowing what to say, and a petty part of you not wanting to speak at all, you went back to the counter to grab the hot chocolate Fellby had been finishing up for you before.

You noticed there were two steaming cups and figured that Fellby must have made an extra for himself. You grab the one decorated with a blue sky and fluffy clouds for Ashby, ignoring the one with flowers over it. “Thank you, Mr Fellby, for your help. I’ll bring this to Ashby now.”

Fellby says nothing as you turn and leave the room, his form still tensed up from the argument with his brother. When the door closes behind you, you can’t but flinch at the sound of a mug crashing against something.

Fuck, good thing I left. You carefully sped walked down the corridor and back to Ashby’s room. He hasn’t done anything like that before, Solar Flare must have really gotten under his skin.

Except, maybe that wasn’t quite right. If you thought back to the first time you saw Fellby in the Institute the Nurses and even the Director himself, the big bear of a Monster, had been fearful of the purple Elemental. There had to be a reason behind it.

A strange feeling of melancholy rose within you, and you found yourself brushing against your chest as if to send it away. I guess I didn’t have Fellby figured out as much as I thought I did. You decided that it would be best to limit your interactions with Fellby for now, just to play it safe. Especially now that Solar Flare’s been added into the mix of Elementals in the Household, and he seemed to enjoy riling Fellby up.

A part of you couldn’t help but not want to bring up Solar Flare’s arrival to Ashby, knowing that he would ask if his brother would come visit him. But, you sighed, that isn’t my decision to make, I’ll let Ashby know what happened and he can decide what he wants.

You had a feeling that whatever he decided, things would only be getting more difficult from here on out. For the both of you.

Chapter Text

“It’s still hot so take small sips, are you okay to hold it? The mug is quite heavy.”

Ashby lets out an airy laugh at your concern. “as a flame… elemental… i am quite sure, that, i would be hotter than the… hot chocolate.”

The two of you were sitting in front of the sofa, you had all but tucked a blanket around Ashby and were just about to hand over the hot chocolate.

“You’ve got a good grip on it?” You asked again. “Not too heavy?”

Ashby nodded. His hands grasped the mug right under yours. “i’m stronger… than i look.”

You eyed his thin arms, not quite able to hide the disbelief. You gave a non-committal hum.

“you won’t… believe me… but,” Ashby’s smile got wider as he took the beverage. “i could, probably, carry… you.”

“You’re right I don’t.” You didn’t relax until Ashby had taken a small sip and rested the mug onto his lap. Only then did the tenseness leak from your body. “How is it?”

Ashby had closed his eyes, taking deep slow breaths. His voice cracked as he spoke. “it’s good.”

You reached over and gently rested your hand on his, his long fingers automatically clasped onto yours, holding with a desperateness.

This is real. You thought as you began running your thumb over his knuckles. It’s okay, I’m here.

Ashby let out a long sigh and his head began dropping forward. You’re alarmed for all of one second until Ashby’s head softly bumps against yours before resting against you. He had to stoop down to reach you, and you can imagine the position was uncomfortable, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push Ashby back, not when he looked so peaceful like this.

“Ashby…” You murmured.

“hm?”

“You got some chocolate on your lips.”

“i’m saving some for later.”

An unexpected snort left you at the joke, and the two of you shared light, airy chuckles for a few moments. You searched for any sort of napkin, and finding none, decided to use your thumb to wipe the chocolate smudged on Ashby’s lower lip.

Ashby jolts at the touch, automatically straightening himself and causing you to nearly face plant into his chest.

“Sorry! I should have given you some warning.” You said.

“no, it’s- it’s alright.” Ashby said, his eyes had shot wide open when he had pulled back but to your relief their colour hadn’t brightened.

“Good. That’s good.” You sigh in relief. You had to tread carefully around Ashby’s physical boundaries, while he was accepting of most physical affection you didn’t want to overwhelm his senses after spending all those years touch starved.

The companionable silence returned to the two of you as Ashby continued sipping his drink but it lacked the… something you had earlier. You internally frowned, wondering what that feeling had been and why you felt so bereft without it.

“…fellby made this, didn’t he?” Ashby looked down at the mug resting between his hands.

“Yeah.” You moved, leaning back against the sofa and resting your shoulder against Ashby’s. “I did start making it but he kind of took over. Didn’t like how I was doing it apparently.”

A small smile curled at the corner of Ashby’s mouth but it lacked the light-heartedness from earlier. “he used to say that… he would… never make, such, ‘pansy’ drinks…. but when… i... started getting… ill, he made them for me… every day.”

You remained quiet as Ashby continued.

“…even when… the others stopped… coming… he would always be there, day after day…”

Ashby began frowning and blinking rapidly, and it took you a second to realise that he was trying to stop himself from crying. Words escaping you, you leaned fully against him and tucked your head into the curve of his neck.

He let out a shaky breath before you felt the weight of his head rest against yours. His voice was quiet, and hoarse as he continued. “he had to stop, after some time… i was getting worse and… he couldn’t visit me anymore…”

Couldn’t visit? That was a… peculiar word to use.

“and then i was left with just the memories… memories of sweet tastes… and the company of my… family.”

“I’m sorry.” You spoke, your own voice cracking in reflection to Ashby’s emotions. The need to say something, anything, had welled up within you, but in the end you could only manage a measly. “So sorry.”

“why? you have not caused… any of this.”

You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry for what you had to go through. What you had to experience by yourself.”

You could feel Ashby as he swallowed. “please… don’t apologise…”

“…Fine.” You begrudgingly agreed. Ashby’s posture relaxed.

You waited until Ashby finished his hot chocolate and wading through the memories that had overtaken him to broach an important subject.

“I met another one of your sibling’s.” You start slowly, hoping Ashby wouldn’t pick up on your caution.

“oh?” You hated how his voice perked up automatically.

“Yeah… he introduced himself as Solar Flare.”

You could feel Ashby’s smile against your head. “he’s back as well now? …i can’t wait… to see him, again.”

You said nothing in response. A small pit began forming at the base of your stomach at the thought of the two meeting. Objectively you knew that the two meeting was going to be an inevitable thing, you were sure there was no cosmic force in the world that could prevent Ashby from reuniting with his siblings.

Although… you were sure the universe wouldn’t mind a delay, just until you had vetted the newly returned sibling a bit more to make sure he wouldn’t be detrimental to Ashby’s recovery. After that quite aggressive display of him taunting Fellby in the kitchen you just wanted to make sure.

Not that you were worried about Ashby getting angry at his sibling, you were sure there wasn’t a taunt in existence that could rile up the Elemental. It was Solar Flare’s manic unpredictability that had you on edge.

A determined feeling spread through you. You would get more information about this Elemental, his personality, his behaviour, and only once you were prepared would you help the two meet.

It was underhanded. And you had to bat away the guilt that threatened to grow at the idea of not telling Ashby your plan or your concerns. It would be fine. You weren’t going to lie or anything after all.

The platitude was a poorly slapped on plaster, but it would work. This wouldn’t be the first time you had to act regardless of your guilt.

“You want to try out the TV?” You asked, realising the quiet had been going on for a while.

Ashby tilted his head up at the flat screen that was mounted onto the wall with slight trepidation. “sure…”

You gave him a half smile as you rose and reached for the remote. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll find something you will enjoy.”

The comforting sounds of the TV and Ashby’s solid presence beside you had you calming. Your thoughts for the future no longer swirling within your head and you relaxed. Content to spend the rest of your day enveloped with this warm feeling.

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“it’s starting… hurry.”

“I’m coming!” You yelled from your room. The door was open and so was Ashby’s, making communication easier while you were gathering the supplies. You clutched everything you could, the pile nearly covering your eyeline as you carefully manoeuvred yourself out of your room, using your foot to close the door behind you.

You wondered how you looked to Ashby as you came back in. The pillows and blankets you were carrying were threating to burst from your arms, but your smile was big, and eyes were shining.

Whenever he saw you like this, Ashby would feel something settle inside of his SOUL. He wondered if he was remembering what peace felt like.

You dumped the supplies onto the floor. The two of you (mostly you) had rearranged Ashby’s living room, pushing the sofa back and the low table to the side for your grand idea.

“and you… are, sure, we will… need this… pillow… fort?”

You nodded vigorously. “A classic Mettaton movie like this is best watched under a fort of blankets and pillows.” You paused. “At least that’s what I heard from other Human’s a long time ago.”

Ashby nodded accepting your explanation. He was currently sitting patiently on the floor, examining what you had brought in grey sweatpants and a maroon sweater. When he had pulled it out of the closet the colour had made you pause in concern, but Ashby had waved away your worry. It didn’t remind him of blood.

It still felt tremendously off-putting to have him wear it.

“so… what now?” Ashby asked. You wanted to tease his eagerness but held back. He was expressing himself more these past few days and you didn’t want to say anything that could stop this growth.

You looked down at the pile of blankets and pillows, hands on your hips and clearly declared. “I don’t know.”

“oh.”

You could feel your face heat up as you quickly started speaking. “I’ve never had the chance to make one-”

Ashby’s face sinks at the reminder of your captivity and you continue with urgency in your voice.

“-but that’s okay because I can do this together with you now and we can both learn together and its okay Ashby I promise we can just-”

Two knocks on the door interrupt your speech. They were firm and sent a shiver down your spine. You took a step towards the door, body automatically moving even as your instincts continued flaring up. You opened the door to reveal Grillby.

“brother! …come… in.” Ashby took some deep breaths, regaining the air he lost during his excited outburst.

You held back the urge to make your way to him as Grillby stepped inside. Your eyes met for a very long second before Grillby looked back to Ashby. You were lucky you were still holding onto the door as your legs weren’t feeling as steady anymore.

“I hope I am not interrupting you, there was something I wanted to discuss Ashby.” Grillby says making his way to his brother.

You begin closing the door, and if it looked as if you were moving slower than needed you hoped no one would question it. Have to be very careful with the door, a gentle touch is needed, I am definitely not doing this to avoid Grillby definitely not.

From the corner of the hallway, not too far from you, a familiar gold flamed head pops out from the turn.

Both you and Amby freeze as your gazes meet, neither of you expecting the other. The flighty Elemental begins waving his hand around and you wave yours back in confusion. Amby puts his face in his hand.

Is he drunk again? You wonder when he begins to move his hand from one side to the other, still refusing to step out from around the corner.

The soft call of your name from Ashby pulls you back. “…is everything, okay?”

Ah, I made him worry. You close the door without looking back at Amby, instead sending a reassuring look to Ashby. “Sorry, thought I saw something.”

You didn’t know if Grillby knew Amby was loitering outside, but you weren’t about to reveal him. If he had wanted to join you and Ashby, he would have approached.

“What have you been up to, Ashby?” Grillby asked, eying the mess on the floor.

You settle yourself to stand behind Ashby as he answered. “in… preparation… for movie, night… we are… creating… a… pillow fort.”

“I see.”

You found the wall very interesting at this moment, ignoring the heat once again rising to your face. He’s staring at me; I can feel it.

A breath, and then. “As long as you are enjoying yourself.” Grillby said neutrally.

“i am.” Ashby answered cheerfully, and you held back a smile when you saw the tips of his flames dance around in response to his emotions.

Grillby nodded, he looked around before deciding to settle on the floor like Ashby. “There is something I wish to discuss with you.”

“how serious.” Ashby replied. “…i… wonder when, you, became… like this…”

To your surprise, Grillby’s flames actually flicker at the comment, it was a short and sharp movement and his facial expressions revealed nothing but oh how his magic went cool for a second.

You directed your wide eyes to the back of Ashby’s head. Not wanting Grillby to see your expression and realise his slip of control.

“I have noticed that your health no longer seems to be improving.”

Ashby tilts his head to the side. “drinking… has been, easier, food… is still… a… battle, but i… am… progressing.” He looks back to you at that, and you nod, reassuring him that he had been improving slowly.

“No, Ashby.” Grillby responded softly. “Your HEALTH.”

The way Ashby goes still has the hairs at the back of your neck rise. It looked too reminiscent of how he was when you had first met. You tuck your hands behind your back so Grillby wouldn’t see your nervous tapping.

“you… had me… checked?” Ashby’s voice was low, and, had that been-

Anger. You realised in amazement. He’s angry. Holy shit.

“It was necessary.” Grillby responded tersely, his own posture going stiff. You didn’t need to use your magic to feel the way his own magic was rippling with emotion. “For your own health.”

You had to admit, you weren’t feeling much (if any) sympathy towards Grillby at the moment, and not only because of the way he had threatened you earlier with his magic, but because even after bringing up concerns about Ashby’s health, he apparently still hadn’t believed you and went out of his way to do his own secret CHECK. You wondered when he had managed to do that.

“and? What… did you… find?”

“Your HP hasn’t recovered and,” Grillby’s eyes flickered to you, as if weighing something, then he carried on. “Your Magic needs to be looked over.”

You couldn’t tell what sort of expression Ashby had on his face but it was enough for Grillby to carry on.

“I have called in a trusted specialist to look you over tomorrow. The Doctor will conduct a routine examination, nothing more than that.” Grillby added, as if to reassure Ashby of his plan.

Should have asked him first Grillby. You thought with your own level of disappointment to the Head of Household. This is just going to make him feel like he has no control over his life again.

After a few seconds where Grillby only seemed to get tenser, Ashby finally spoke. “i will see… your doctor… but… i am… upset at your... actions, grillby.”

“I- I understand, Brother. Thank you for going along with my request.” Grillby caught himself, finishing the sentence strong. He then rose. “I’ll leave you to your movie and fort.”

You don’t move from your spot behind Ashby as Grillby goes to the door and opens it himself. You have a feeling he wouldn’t have waited for you to get back across the room anyway to open it for him. The door closes soundlessly behind him and the second it does you feel the room get lighter from the absence of his Magic.

You moved to kneel next to Ashby. “What are you thinking?” You asked gently.

Ashby purses his lips, a small frown appearing between his eyes. “we still, do, not… know how… to make… a… fort.”

Chapter Text

You did not like this doctor. The tall skeleton Monster appeared professional at first glance, with his white coat, stethoscope dangling from his neck. Everything had been going fine up until Grillby led him to the room where Ashby was waiting.

You were standing behind the two Monsters so you couldn’t see what the Doctor’s face showed once the door opened to reveal Ashby, and Grillby didn’t give anything away, so it was only from Ashby’s queues you managed to gather that 1. He knew the Monster before him and 2. He was not a fan.

That was all you needed to make your decision about this Skeleton Doctor -Dr. Gaster – he introduced himself as.

You slipped in behind the two and gently closed the door. You suppressed your desire to immediately place yourself next to Ashby, and instead moved to stand against the wall opposite him. That way he could still see you and, your eyes bore into the back of the Doctor’s skull, you could keep an eye on everything that was happening.

Dr. Gaster dragged a chair over and sat in front of Ashby, he held out a hand. “Well, shall we begin with a diagnostic?”

You were vaguely aware of Grillby taking a seat slightly to the right in front of you, luckily not blocking your view of Ashby.

Ashby shot you a quick look, as it to reassure himself of your presence, before nodding and placing his hand in the Doctor’s.

The next few minutes were tense, in your opinion at least, as the Doctor ran his ‘diagnostic’ over various parts of Ashby’s body, checking his limbs over, chest and throat. You were practically vibrating with impatience to hear what the result was. Of course, what came out the Doctor’s mouth was not what you had wanted to hear.

“Send the Human out and we can go over the details of what I have found.”

You felt the fine bristles of anger come up your spine at the dismissal and this time it was Ashby reassuring you with a small nod that made you move. You had enough restraint to not slam the door behind you, and as much as you wanted to listen in on the conversation you had a feeling you would be found out and you did not want to see what sort of punishment Grillby would make you go through.

So instead, you found yourself at the other end of the corridor, standing at near attention and all but glaring at the door. It wasn’t like Ashby was alone, Grillby was there, and you knew he would step in for his brother should the Doctor do something.

But still – it wasn’t you.

Gaster waited until the Human closed the door and stepped away. He had been hoping you would voice some sort of disagreement to his request, give him an excuse to manifest one of his hands to smack you, but it seemed like you had some semblance of self-control. A pity.

Looking up at his current patient, Gaster met Ashby’s eyes and almost, dare he say, froze as he was reminded that the patient in front of him wasn’t just some random Monster but the previous General of the Mage Corps during the War.

One of his hands twitched before he managed to gather himself, still he couldn’t help but poke at the ex-General if only just a little bit. “Your servant looks to still have a backbone; you should really work on removing it. It’ll make it easier handling them in the future.”

“Don’t speak on things… that do not concern you, Doctor.” Ashby said, his eyes lightening for a second.

Hah, it seems like the General was just as protective of the Human as the Human was of him. How pathetic. Keeping a straight face, Gaster continued. “My apologies, now for your diagnostic results.”

Severe malnutrition and a body that was deteriorated nearly beyond repair. A HP of 1 and a Magic Power (MP) of 1 that almost seemed to glitch at times during the diagnostic run. If Gaster had to theorise- he would state that the two stats seemed to be at odds. Ashby’s own body looked as if it was constantly stuck between trying to heal and allowing itself to pass to dust.

Fascinating.

Had it been any other Doctor they would have deemed Ashby a miracle and a lost cause in one breath. No doubt they would have informed the family to prepare for the worst.

Luckily for the Elemental Household, Dr. Gaster was the greatest there was (and highly likely there ever will be) so even while informing the two of the situation, his brain was already conjuring theories and experiments that could be done to help the General.

Gaster looked between the two, Ashby looked pensive but there was an undercurrent of determination in his posture that had Gaster (begrudgingly) respecting. Grillby on the other had looked as if he had been told Ashby was going to dust within a day.

Gaster huffed, crossing his arms as he sent the Elemental a disapproving look. “If you are done sulking, Grillby, we can move onto potential treatments.”

Grillby’s head jerked up as if surprised he was being called on however before he could open his mouth, Ashby cut in.

“what are… your, thoughts?”

“In simple terms: we need to increase your HP and MP slow enough that it does not shock your system. I am guessing that when you tried to eat Monster Food, it was painful and you ended up throwing up?”

Ashby nodded. “painful yes, but i… didn’t have… enough to be ill.”

Gaster nodded. “A sudden introduction to Monster Food after a sizeable time away from it- your body won’t be able to handle it and putting you on a liquid only diet won’t be beneficial in the long run.”

Gaster tapped his chin as his thoughts came together. “Stick to Human only food for now. I will prescribe you a Recovery pill, we will start you on the lowest dose and you will take half a pill every day. This way we have more control over the amount of Magic that enters your body and can increase or lower the dose as needed.”

“And how long do you think it will take for Ashby to make a full recovery?” Grillby finally spoke.

“Hmm, who knows? I have never treated a patient like this before. Recovery may take years but a full recovery?” Gaster looked at Grillby dead-on. “That may never happen.”

Neither Ashby nor Grillby said anything, both deep in their own thoughts at the Doctor’s words.

“But still,” Gaster mused. “To have survived this long, managing to keep both your magic and HP sufficient to not disappear into dust. I do wonder how you did it.”

“i ate… humans.”

Grillby made a shocked sound at Ashby’s casual admission, Gaster threw his head back and laughed. “Because Humans have small amounts of Magic within them, of course!” The grin Gaster gave the two Elemental brothers had them shifting; Ashby weary and Grillby ready to intervene if necessary. “How interesting.”

It felt like forever before the door opened. The Doctor stepped out first, followed by Grillby and your head twitched to the side to try and see Ashby through the two of them. Nothing.

Annoyed but trying to keep your expression as neutral as possible, you look to Grillby as he addressed you. “Escort Dr. Gaster out.”

You nod. “Whenever you are ready, Dr. Gaster.”

The Doctor looked over you dismissively before turning to Grillby. “I will send a messenger with the items as discussed and will come by in a few weeks to check on Ashby’s progress. If his condition changes at any point contact me immediately.”

You perked up. Ashby’s condition could be improved? Maybe you should rethink your opinion on this Doctor.

Grillby nods, and with that the Doctor turns and begins walking down the corridor. You startle at the abrupt movement for a second before you move to catch up. The skeleton Monster had long legs and you found yourself at a brisk pace to keep up with him.

The silence between you is awkward but not the worst. He wasn’t actively being hostile towards you, so you counted it as a win. You had, unfortunately, met Monsters previously who lived to harass any Humans they encountered. Often violently.

“Why are you walking behind me, servant? You are meant to be escorting me to the exit.”

You nodded. Technically true, however it didn’t escape you that the Doctor knew exactly where he was going. You nearly ran to get ahead of the Monster but once you got in the front it was easier to keep the lead surprisingly.

“When did you come into this Household, servant?”

“Recently.”

“And how have its occupants been treating you?”

You can’t withhold a frown. Why the sudden need to chatter? “I have been treated well. The Masters of the House seemed pleased with my work so far.”

The Doctor makes an interested noise. Then suddenly he’s walking beside you, and warning bells sound off in your head at the small smile he gives you. “And what is it that you do?”

You almost falter in your steps. Almost.

Ah, you can feel a smile curl on the edge of your lips, that’s what his game was. He was snooping for information; and you would bet it was on one individual only. You cursed the fact you were kicked out of the room; you had no idea what sort of things the Doctor was aware of. The best bet would be to evade as much as possible until you could kick the Monster out the door.

“If you require such information then you should contact Master Grillby, he would be able to inform you of my tasks.”

His smile was half wiped from his face by the end of your answer, but then it reappeared with a determined edge. Oh dear.

Luckily you had reached the entrance foyer, and the front door was just right there. You get halfway across until you realise you’ve stopped hearing the Doctor’s footsteps.

You half-turn. “Dr. Gaster?”

“I am just… very intrigued at how you survived where others of your kind didn’t. My scientific curiosity demands answer you see, and I intend to get them while I have you.”

He knew. He knew about the previous Humans Ashby had killed. Did he know they were eaten as well? You couldn’t get a good read on the Doctor other than a smugness surrounding him. He probably thought he had you trapped. He kind of did.

“Doctor…?”

He waves his hands around as he talks, the movements getting more frantic the longer he speaks. “I keep thinking, what was so special to have knocked sense into a Monster that – by all indications – lost his grip on reality and was on the verge of insanity-”

“Ashby is not crazy or insane.” You cut him off, anger coating your voice. “He just needs a little help.”

Gaster frowns in disbelief. “No Monster could remain sane after all of that. No, no, you must have done something…”

Another set of hands materialised above him, and you took half a step back.

“Perhaps…” Gaster’s eyelight’s shined. “I should do a CHECK on you and see your SOUL for myself.”

The light flickers in the room and you feel a tug at your SOUL. Your body breaks into a cold sweat as an unseen pressure beats down on you and the room starts losing its colour-

A hand lands on your shoulder while an arm curls itself around your waist. The weight on your body somehow gets rid of the pressure and the room returns to normal. You didn’t even realise you were panting until the hand on your shoulder gave you a squeeze.

“Huh?” Your voice sounded faint to your own ears as you looked to the right. “Fellby?”

His flames were all sharp edges and his lips pulled back to reveal sharp fangs, it should have set off that instinctual part of your brain to flee but his touch on your shoulder was gentle. You looked to your other side. Unlike Fellby who kept some distance between the two of you, Amby had decided to practically glue himself on your side, and with the way his arm curled protectively around your waist it didn’t seem like he was going to be moving anytime soon.

You make a confused sound as Amby moves you, putting himself slightly in front of your body and in the way of Dr. Gaster’s eyes.

“Now I just know you weren’t gonna drag my human into an encounter in my own fuckin’ house.” Fellby said. “So, I’m thinkin’ me and my bro might’ve been seeing things but if you were… how about we join in to make things really fun.”

Fellby brings up his hand, the tips had sharpened and elongated into menacing looking claws. A metallic sound from Amby’s side had you looking down, only to notice he was holding a rifle.

He- he brought a gun? The strangeness of it almost had you laughing. Then again that might have been the whirlwind of fear from nearly being pulled into an encounter.

“Tch.” Gaster frowned. How annoying, the whole situation was being blown out of proportion. He had just wanted to CHECK your SOUL, and now he was being confronted by fellow Boss Monsters who (not that he would ever verbally admit) were just a tad stronger than him.

Fine, he would relent his research. For now.

Dismissing the hands floating above him, Gaster sighed. “I only wished to get to know your Human servant better, I… apologise for my actions.” He ground out.

Neither Elemental stepped away from you, but Fellby was appeased enough to return his hand back to normal. He smirked. “Yeah, figured it was all a mistake. I guess even the great Dr. Gaster gets those every now and then.”

Dr. Gaster’s eye twitched at Fellby’s laugh but said nothing as he made his way to the door. Amby’s eyes tracking him across the floor, still making sure his body blocked yours.

The Doctor gave a single, extremely half-hearted wave before pulling the door back and exiting. “Until next time.”

You shivered. The three of you waited for the door to close behind Gaster and then, surprisingly, it was Amby that moved first. He turned to face you, grabbing your shoulders, and then proceeded to look you over carefully.

“I’m okay.” You tried to reassure him. Just a bit shaken up. Amby answers by forcing your body to turn around, leaving you to face Fellby as he continued checking you over for injuries.

“I am.” You tell Fellby.

Fellby shrugs in response. “No one’s saying you ain’t, but Amby won’t leave you alone until he checks you himself. Better to just go along with it.” Fellby grins.

You frown. “Then why are your hands on my hips as well.”

Fellby makes a noise as he looks down. He stares at his hands as if he had no idea how they got there. You raise an eyebrow as he looks back up.

“I guess they are. Weird.” Fellby grinned unashamedly at you.

You sighed. “Well could you release me? I need to check on Ashby.” And then take a nap.

Fellby frowned, and in a quick movement his hand gripped your jaw tightly.

Huh?!

Your lips moved soundlessly, your voice getting stuck in your throat as Fellby watched you with a startling intensity. His thumb moves to the corner of your mouth. You had seen this kind of look before, it had never been directed to you, thankfully, but now to be receiving it from Fellby…

You made yourself stand straighter, eyes giving Fellby a cool look as you tried to tilt your head back to get out of his grip.

Wrong move, it only made it tighter and now with your head tilted up towards him you were stuck in an awkward position. From this position, you could see Fellby’s eyes and ah, perhaps there was a reason why he wore them every time you saw him. The way he was looking at you, it seemed almost… soft.

You were too stunned to notice Fellby had raised his other hand until it was gently pressed against the side of your head. And was he getting closer?

Fellby had started leaning down towards you, his eyelids drooping, and then you were rather abruptly snatched from his arms.

You both stared wide-eyed at each other as Amby picked you up, one arm under your knees the other round your back, turned and carried you off.

You continued to stare helplessly as Amby hustled from the foyer, from behind you hear Fellby begin to shout.

“What the fuck- what the ACTUAL FUCK AMBY!”

“Is he comin’ behind me? Do I gotta start runnin’?” Amby murmurs.

“Um.” You look over his shoulder, and just as the door closes you see Fellby what looks to be strangling the air in front of him, but unmoving, nonetheless. “No, you’re good for now. Can’t say what will happen later though.”

Amby shook his head. “He’ll calm down. Prob’ly. Ya good though?”

Truthfully at this point you were feeling both overwhelmed and fatigued. You just wanted to get back to Ashby, confirm he was okay, and then crash onto whatever soft surface was nearby. Of course you weren’t going to tell Amby that, so you settled for a – “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Amby looks at you with disbelief all over his face. You send him what you hoped was a reassuring smile. You’re not sure what exactly he reads from your expression but it makes him tighten his hold on you.

Oh wow, Amby is… firm. Very firm. For an alcoholic that seemed to have low interest in self-care he was surprising muscled. And now that you thought about it, he didn’t absolutely reek of alcohol like usual.

“W-why ya leanin’ in so close?”

“No reason.” You tried to cover up your smile, allowing your head to naturally rest back against Amby’s shoulder. You wondered whether the less alcohol was brought on by Ashby’s doctor visit. You hoped it was. Either way Ashby would be happy to know his younger brother wasn’t as smashed as usual.

The natural heat coming from Amby had you unknowingly closing your eye’s, your mind becoming empty as your thoughts quietened and soon enough you were lulled to sleep.