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Geno was the self proclaimed ‘tool’ of the Bad Sanses. She had made that very clear from the moment she had joined the group. And as such, she tried her hardest to be the best tool possible.
However, over the two years since she had joined, her role had become more akin to a caretaker. She was still useful as a tool, since Nightmare would still send her out on missions to cause misery and spark negativity in various AUs, but when she had time on her hands…
Well, it was rare to find her not training first of all. She was a workaholic, and it showed. But, she never went past any of her limits, and made sure she was always in top shape for anything the others would need.
And if she wasn’t reading, she was probably helping the others out with various tasks. For Dust, she could be found just talking to him at times, distracting him from Not-Papyrus. Horror - She’d be cleaning the dishes and silverware, even if it wasn’t her turn of the week for that chore. And Nightmare wasn’t excluded from this either, as she always had some new, interesting books to share.
Killer was a bit rarer, as she had trouble keeping up with his energy most of the time, but on the days she could handle him, she’d either be training with him, or playing something with him. Due to not knowing much about Cross, she would just sit and chat with him, maybe train if he wanted to.
As for Error. . . Yeah no, she wouldn’t get within ten feet of him if not ordered to. She could never explain why she didn’t like him, but she was certain it wasn’t because of his role as the Destroyer of the Multiverse. If ordered to give him some form of comfort, she’d give him a kind of really delicious, almost luxurious bar of chocolate.
However. . . It was notoriously hard to get the ‘tool’ to rest if she did not deem it necessary. Now, that wasn’t to say she was a stubborn little shit who didn’t know the limits of her body; she knew herself extremely well when it came to her needs, but orders and commands were really the only way to get her to ‘relax’ - and even then, it was difficult.
So finally, the night before one of their rare, truly free days off, the Bad Sanses, minus Error since he couldn’t care less about her, hatched a plan. They were going to make sure Geno relaxed, even if just for a day. It was simple: Horror would make her and the rest of them breakfast, as he usually did, and Nightmare would go wake her up.
Said skeleton grumbled at the idea, but they all knew it was the right choice. Geno was not subtle in her favoritism, and she had openly admitted to favoring their boss and Dust before, so she’d probably take it much easier if the goopy Sans woke her instead of Killer or Cross.
Continuing on with the plan, said skeletons would entertain her with whatever she wanted to do. And if she didn’t have anything in particular she desired, they’d pick something they’d think she would enjoy, and suggest it to her. After tiring her out, she’d get to spend some time relaxing and hanging out with Nightmare and Dust, doing whatever they wanted to together.
It was the perfect plan, and they all went to bed early with DETERMINATION coursing through their SOULs.
. . .
Or at least, it would have been the perfect plan; if Geno had, as they had hoped, slept in past 8am. The girl, having been told it was noon by the hallucination of her AU’s Chara, had basically thrown herself out of bed, and hurled down the stairs in just her sleepwear, only to freeze on the bottom step.
Five differently colored sets of eyes were locked onto her, and her own mismatched eyes were carefully trailing over the sight of the cleaned, neatly decorated lounge area, beginning to feel a sense of rare confusion wash over herself.