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It was still dark as the loud ‘DING-DING-DING-DING’ of your alarm clock went off. You rolled over onto your back and fumbled with the clock until it finally stopped.
Welp, the day wasn’t getting any younger.
You somehow manage to pull yourself out of your comfy, yet worn, bed. Yawning, you look at your clock again. 4:43. Yay.
The first thing you did was head toward your small bathroom, which was looking more and more worn down as the days went on. Turning the knob to your weathered shower, you jumped in and scrubbed yourself down. Then, after quickly brushing your teeth and your hair, you went back to your room and rummaged through your closet, searching for your uniform.
And viola! There it was, the lovely black dress and fluffy apron! There was a time in your life where you wouldn’t dare wear something so degrading, but hey when you need money you’ll do just about anything. Plus, the masters of the house insisted on you wearing it, so it wasn’t like you could choose something else.
After putting on your uniform, you quickly swept the concrete floor of your room and made your bed. Your living surroundings were humble and almost pitiful, but it was free so you didn’t complain.
Taking a sigh of contentment after your quick clean up, you rushed upstairs and into the amazingly stunning kitchen above you. Yes, you may have been living in the basement, but sometimes you liked to think of yourself as Cinderella, and all the work didn’t seem so bad.
Your masters weren’t cruel (save for two), but they sure did work you to the bone. You weren’t unhappy with your life though, you had even grown fond of the masters your work for, but who could blame you for wanting some super gorgeous model of a prince to come by and make you royalty?
Of course, you’d NEVER voice these dreams to the masters of the house. Haha, NOPE. You may be a silly daydreamer, but you had self respect.
Thoughts aside, you started to get to work in the kitchen. The morning was a busy time, and it wouldn’t be long before the first three were up. Humming through the kitchen, you work and cook through pots and pans of different kinds of foods and drinks, each specifically different for each master.
Once you’re positive you got each order EXACTLY how their respected master like it, you took the first platter in your hands, ready to give it to the first of your masters, assured that he will be the first one awake.
The mansion your masters live in is huge. You may live in the basement, but you don’t consider yourself as living at the gorgeous house. The distance between the kitchen and the rooms of each of your masters is always the longest walk of your day, having to go through the large dining room, the foyer, and up a large case of stairs in order to just reach the first room.
After making the trek to the first of your master’s room, you knock on the door in a series of knocks that you and your master made up so he knows it’s you. One big knock, four small knocks, and two more big knocks. It’s a little hard to do while holding the platter of food and drinks, but you manage.
Suddenly the door swings open, and you’re welcomed by a huge smile, “MS. Y/N! I WAS JUST WAITING FOR YOU!”
“Master Blue, you’re looking energetic as always.” You chuckle at his excitement. Master Blue, or ‘Blueberry’ as the other masters call him, was the smallest and most excitable of your masters. You almost always enjoyed serving him the most, because of his optimism and kindness. He was almost like a child, and you were very surprised to find out he was older than three of your other masters. You have to confess, more times than not you always seem to mother him, despite working under him.
“OF COURSE!” Master Blue opened the door wide for her to walk into. The drapes had already been drawn and his bed was already made (another one of the reasons you enjoyed serving him, he always did your job for you). He rushed over to sit at his star-themed desk, awaiting the food you had prepared for him.
“I HAVE A VERY STRICT SCHEDULE OF WHEN I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP, SO I CAN AWAKEN THE MOST REFRESHED! SLEEP IS VERY VERY IMPORTANT, YOU KNOW.” He shook his finger at you like he was teaching you a valuable lesson.
You smile at his seriousness, “Of course, Master Blue. It’s very astute of you to say so, not many monsters value a strict sleep schedule as you do.”
He beamed at the compliment as you set down his platter of food, before you came up behind him to tie a napkin around his neck. “WELL, I TRY TO MAKE SURE I CAN BE AS READY AS POSSIBLE IN ONE DAY, PREPARATION IS KEY AFTERALL!”
You giggle at his commitment, before repeating his order aloud. “Star-shaped blueberry pancakes, drizzled in blueberry syrup with assorted fruits on the side, one cup of warm milk, and one cup of cranberry juice?”
Master Blue frowned, “I THOUGHT I ASKED FOR ASSORTED SUGAR PASTRIES ON THE SIDE, NOT FRUIT?”
You give your master a stern look, “Master Blue, how can you be filled with energy if you only ever eat pastries? It’s not good for you.”
Master Blue looked heart broken, like the world was crumbling around him, “B-BUT PASTRIES HAVE SUGAR! AND SUGAR IS CONVERTED TO ENERGY!”
“Guess what fruit has in it?”
Master Blue bowed his head and said in a solemn tone, “…SUGAR…”
“Perceptive as always, Master Blue.”
“BUT-!”
“No buts.” You bend down to his level and whip some syrup off of his face, “And I brought you a napkin for a reason, Master.”
Your master turned a bright shade of blue and started sputtering apologies. You laughed just a bit, silencing the poor monster, before saying, “Enjoy your meal, Master Blue, but I have to tend to the others now.”
You’re master’s face fell just slightly, but he brought it back up in a smile while saying, “ALRIGHT, BUT MAYBE YOU CAN VISIT ME AFTER YOU’RE DONE?”
“Of course, Master.” You smiled, knowing well that you had chores to do after you were done, but you knew he wouldn’t let you go unless you agreed to what he asked.
Your Master beamed once again, before going back to his pancakes, and you rushed down stairs to get the next platter of food. As you collected the next platter, you quickly ran back up the stairs and knocked on the second room of the second floor.
Unlike the first, your Master didn’t greet you to the door, but that was more normal than not. “COME IN!” Yelled your master. Opening your door, you noticed that your master was hard at work setting up his action figures to just the right angle. The drapes were already drawn, but the bed was messy. The moment you stepped in, your master stood up as straight as a board. “MS. Y/N! DID YOU BRING THE WAFFLES?”
You giggled at his eagerness, you seemed to do that a lot around Master Blue and this master. “Of course, Master Papyrus, I wouldn’t dream of forgetting it.”
Master Papyrus hopped to his desk, already tying a napkin around his neck, “GOOD, BECAUSE IF YOU FORGOT, IT WOULD BE A CATASTROPHE!”
You set down his food, repeating the order aloud, “Warm waffles, drizzled in maple syrup and cream, along with sliced bananas and ‘the tallest glass of orange juice you can find!’?”
“YES! GIVE IT TO ME!” Master Papyrus started tearing into his breakfast the moment your hand left the plate.
“If you eat too fast, you’ll get a stomach ache, Master.” You chastised him, before going over to the bed.
A flush of orange briefly crossed his face as your master replied, “I KNOW THAT. I WAS JUST… EVALUATING THE TEMPERATURE BEFORE IT GOT COLDER!”
Silently laughing to yourself at his explanation, you replied, “Of course, Master Papyrus.”
As you made his bed, Master Papyrus enthusiastically explained to you every event that happened in his dream last night, down to what color socks he was wearing. Though Master Blue was the most excitable of all your masters, Master Papyrus was a pretty close second. Though, you couldn’t mother Master Papyrus the same way you did with your other master, mostly because he was at least two heads taller than you. Still, that didn’t keep you from chastising him from time to time.
“-BUT WHILE THE FROGGIT WAS YELLING AT ME, I JUMPED INTO-!”
“Master Papyrus?”
Your Master stopped and turned towards you. “DO YOU HAVE TO GO?” You nodded and he huffed, “WELL, OKAY FINE YOU CAN LEAVE. BUT I GET TO TELL YOU THE REST OF MY DREAM AFTER YOU’RE DONE, OKAY?”
“Of course, Master.” Your masters really didn’t seem to realize how busy you were.
Master Papyrus nodded, content with your answer, before going back to his food. As he ate, you quickly left to get your third platter. This third platter of food was considerably difficult to carry, considering it had so much on it. It wasn’t like your third master ate a whole lot, he just loved to make you work extra. But HA jokes on him, what he doesn’t eat you eat because no way you’re wasting that deliciousness.
You made your way back up the staircase, careful not to drop the ingredients, before you reached the third door of the second floor. You took a sigh, and mentally prepared yourself for your third master. It wasn’t like you completely hated him, you just really REALLY didn’t like him. Always making you work extra, bending over backwards for him, all the while he insulted you. Needless to say, he was the most difficult to take care of.
Two quiet knocks on the door, before, “YOU’RE LATE.”
You sighed again and let yourself in, making sure not to spill his platter on the way in. “Late, Master Black?” You ask, leaving a hint of irritation in your voice. Hey, just because you had to work for him, doesn’t mean you have to pretend to like him.
Master Black growled at your tone, but continued anyway. “PRECISELY THREE MINUTES AND TWENTY SEVEN SECONDS LATE.” Yesterday you were too early, the day before you were too late, at this point you were 90% sure he was making things up.
“My deepest apologies, Master.” Unfortunately, you had to tone down your sarcasm considering he payed you, but you made sure not to keep it completely clean.
“YOU ARE FORGIVEN, AS ALWAYS. REPEAT MY ORDER.” He said, standing up and sitting at his desk.
You set down the heavy platter, and said, “Two chocolate pancakes, one with thirteen chocolate chips in it and one with seventeen, topped with 1.7 ounces of chocolate syrup and three cherries connected by a stem. Four biscuits, one with beef-based gravy, one with chicken-base gravy, one with flour-based gravy, and lastly one with pork-based gravy. An omelet slowly cooked with poblano peppers, kumato tomatoes, vidalia onions, portobello mushrooms, and only a pinch of pepper. And lastly a cup of coffee, straight black.” 70% of the time you spend cooking was for Master Black and his ridiculous orders, and he only ever takes one bite of each thing you make for him. Except the coffee, he always drinks all of the coffee.
Master Black spent a good three minutes inspecting the food, making sure it’s exactly how he asked for it. Eventually, after noticing something, you master smirked up at you and said, “FOR SOME REASON, I SPECIFICALLY REMEMBER ASKING FOR CHIVE SHAVINGS ON MY OMELET. I DON’T SEE ANY.”
The obnoxious tone he used made you want to throw the platter in the trash along with him, but you simply smiled and turned his omelet over with his fork, revealing the chive shavings. “How could I ever forget.” You grinned as your master’s face fell. He had been trying to catch you off guard for weeks, finding even the simplest of mistakes. But all for naught, you just happened to be that awesome.
“… IT’S VOID OF IMPERFECTIONS, AS ALWAYS.” Though the words sounded complimentary, his tone was laced in annoyance. You took it as a compliment anyway.
“Thank you, Master.” You said, slightly smugly, as you turned to go draw his drapes, filling light in the dark room. You begin to make your master’s bed, picking up the pillows strewn about across the floor. You knew for a fact that Master Black wasn’t a crazy sleeper, as you’ve seen him doze off once or twice, but you did know that he liked making a bigger mess so you would have to spend more time cleaning. Boy, were you mad when you found that out.
After you were finished, you turned back toward your master and said, “Would that be all, Master Black.”
“MMMMM,” He pretended to think. “NO, I BELIEVE MY CLOSET NEEDS REORGANIZING.”
You almost choked, “Master, I organized it yesterday?”
“YES, BUT YOU DID IT ALPHABETICALLY, I WANT IT DONE BY COLOR.” He grinned.
You balled your fists and bit your tongue to keep yourself from snapping at him. Oh, of course! By color! Because that’s! Completely! NORMAL! You took a deep breath, before saying, “My deepest apologies, master, but I have to wake the others.”
Master Black seemed annoyed by this, and turned around to focus back on his food. “FINE. BUT WHEN YOU ARE FINISHED, YOU WILL COME BACK AND DO MY BIDDING.”
“Of course, Master.” Haha, nope!
Content with your answer, he went back to his food and you left for the fourth platter. The fourth was, unfortunately, just as much food as the third. But unlike Master Black, your fourth master just liked eating. The problem with your fourth master wasn’t his food though, because his order was rather simple. The problem was waking him up.
You quickly retrieved the fourth platter and rushed back up the long steps to the fourth door on the second floor. You took another sigh, and knocked twice on the door. No response. You knocked louder, “Master Red?”
You heard a deep, low groan from behind the door. You huff, putting a hand on your hip, before opening the door anyway. Master Red’s room was even darker than Master Black’s, and the moment the light from the hallway crept in, Master Red let out a low growl.
You roll your eyes at his displays of irritation, and just set the platter down on his desk. Master Red was still in bed, the covers over his head completely, so you drew the drapes letting sunlight brighten the room. Your master let out a loud hiss, before he tumbled off his bed away from the light.
Master Red cursed loudly for a few times, before saying sharply, “a little warning next time?!”
“My deepest apologies, Master Red.” You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at his misfortune.
Master Red rolled his eyes as he sat back up, “‘my deepest apologies, master red!’ uh-huh, right…” he growled.
Well, when you’re a massive jackwagon, you get insincere apologies, that’s the way the world works. But you decided to keep these opinions to yourself as you finished tying the drapes back. “I set your breakfast on your desk, Master.”
He purred at the title you referred to him with, which will forever make your skin crawl no matter how many times he does it. At least you know he’s fully awake now. Once you know Master Red has sat down, you repeat his order to him. “Four eggs- sunnyside up, four eggs- scrambled, six pieces of bacon, six sausages, four biscuits with gravy on the side, and a bottle of mustard to wash it down.”
“mmmm, dollface you’re speaking music to my ears.” Your master didn’t even wait a second before tearing into his food. You roll your eyes at the pet names he won’t stop using, and began making his bed. His bed was just as messy as Master Black’s was, but instead of strategically placing pillows across the floor, Master Red really did sleep like a maniac.
Once you were finished with the bed, you wiped your forehead with a sigh and began to make your way to the door. But before you could make it even close, out of nowhere your master’s chair was pushed back into you, causing you to trip and fall flat on your face.
You sat up, slightly confused from the fall, when you saw your Master’s face grin as he said, “my deepest apologies, sweetheart.”
You felt your face heat up. He tripped you! On purpose! You were certain that Master Black and Master Red weren’t born into this world, but instead crawled up out of some black abyss with pointy red horns and tails.
Right as you were about to make a comment, your master interrupted you. “say, sweetcheeks, this mustard bottle’s pretty full and i wouldn’t mind the company.”
You huffed as you stood up and brushed the dust off of your skirt. “I’m afraid I’m a little busy with the others, Master. You’re not the only one needing to be woken up.” You said, not hiding the irritation in your tone.
“awww, you don’t have to hang with those losers. i’m much more fun.” Master Red rolled his tongue, fully facing you at this point. You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.
You crossed your arms and smirked. “I’ll be sure to tell Master Black you said so when I see him next. After all, I’m sure he won’t mind missing breakfast?” Well, except you already woke up Master Black, but Master Red didn’t need to know that.
Your Master’s face immediately fell. You didn’t know why, but Master Red always seemed afraid of Master Black even though Master Red is the older of the two. You wonder if it was because of their upbringing, you don’t know much about your master’s past, but you do know that Master Red and Master Black grew up together. “e-er, don’t tell him I said that, sweetheart, heh. you can go, now. don’t want to keep him waiting.”
You’re smirk widened, “Anything you say, Master.”
“oh, but don’t think you’ve gotten off that easy.” Your Master’s sharp-toothed smile returned. “why don’t you swing by after you’re done, hmm? i need something sweet to get me going, heheh.”
You sighed, “Of course, Master.” Unfortunately, you couldn’t just outright refuse him, so it was just best to appease the beast now.
“heh, good girl.” And with that creepy note, Master Red went back to tearing his food apart.
Now that the hardest parts were over, you rushed back downstairs to get the fifth platter of food. Unlike the last two, this only consisted of one cup in the center of the tray. Of course, you had offered to cook more, but the fifth master had refused, saying he liked to keep things simple. You picked up the platter, and made your way back up the long staircase until you finally reached the fifth door.
You gave two soft knocks at the door before you heard a raspy but deep, “come in.”
Oh that couldn’t be good. You opened the door to see your tall Master sitting in a chair next to his window. That couldn’t be good at all.
“Good morning, Master Orange.” You said, knowing what this meant. Master Orange was always one to sleep for ridiculously long periods of time, and to wake him would usually require drawing the drapes, dragging him out, and feeding him his breakfast. But every once in awhile, Master Orange would have stayed up the entire night. You weren’t entirely sure whether it was nightmares or whether he was just deep in thought, but you knew that whatever it was was hurting him emotionally. You had seen it happen to Master Red once, and your sixth Master a few times, but no matter who was hurt, you always felt the need to comfort.
“heh, nice to see such a sweet expression in the morning.” Master Orange said. You could see the bags underneath his eyesockets.
“Thank you, Master.” You said bringing his tray to him. You took the cup from the tray and set it in his hands. “Black tea, with extra honey?”
“heheh. thank you, honey.” Your Master took a long sip before you began shuffling through the pockets of your apron. He lifted his gaze with curiosity.
After all the shuffling, you pulled out a pack of cigarettes. You didn’t smoke or even support Master Orange’s smoking habit, but you kept it around in an in-case-of-emergency situation similar to this. You pulled out one and handed it to him, before getting out a lighter.
“… thanks kid, you know me too well.” Your Master said, letting his fatigue seep into his words. He put the cigarette between his teeth as you lighted it. “don’t tell blueberry, he’d flip if he found out.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Master Orange.” You opened the window so the smoke wouldn’t stay in his room, before you knelt down next to your Master as you let concern drift over your eyes. “Master, please take care of yourself.” You said softly, trying to comfort your master as much as you could.
Master Orange stared at you for a moment, a flush of orange brushing across his face, before he lowered his head and said, “well, since you put it so nicely… ms. y/n.”
You smiled at this, and turned toward the drapes, pulling them back all the way. The bed was untouched, so you left that be. You were about to leave, until you heard your Master’s voice.
“y/n?”
You turned toward him, “Yes, Master Orange?”
“i know you have to wake up the others, but if you’re not busy…”
“Of course, Master.” He didn’t even have to finish his sentence, you already knew what he was going to say, similar to the others.
“heh, you really are an angel, you know that y/n?”
“You’re too sweet on me, Master.” You smile, before leaving for the final platter. One last tray of food left, before it was time to get started on the chores. You picked up the sixth plate of breakfast, and took one final trek up the long staircase. Each time you went up it, you swore it grew one step longer.
Finally, you reached the sixth door. You gave two soft knocks, and waited. You heard snoring. You snickered at this, before knocking on the door louder. “Master Sans?”
You heard a loud thump on the door. Surprised, you opened up to see his pink slipper on the floor next to you. You looked back over to the bed to see Master Sans still snoozing away on his bed. You laugh quietly again, before setting his food down and opening the drapes. Your master just groaned and shifted slightly, as opposed to Master Red, causing you to huff.
You poked at your master, hoping that he’ll get up from the physical contact. “Master Sans, you need to wake up now.”
But to no avail, your master just shifted again. This time, you shook him. “Master, please get up.” You said exasperated. Suddenly, you heard snickers from underneath his blanket. You sigh, “Don’t make me get the water bucket, Master Papyrus said that I’m aloud to do that.”
Master Sans emerged from the blanket snickering, “water my other options, here?”
You crack a smile, “Very funny, Master.” You said sarcastically, as you stood up and walked over to his desk, setting up his food.
“ah, no need to be so cold, y/n. i’m just drowning in these good jokes.”
“Did you sleep well last night, Master?” You said, aching to get off the topic of terrible puns.
“heh, just as good as i always sleep.” You notice that Master Sans’ answers always seem to be vague like that.
As Master Sans sat at his desk, you repeated his order to him, “One bowl of Frosted Pun’E’os, two pieces of toast with strawberry jam, and a packet of ketchup on the side.”
“just how i like it, heheh.” Your Master smiled.
“And a banana.”
“uh.”
“Master Papyrus’s orders, Master. And I’m also to ensure that you eat this one, instead of using it to call Master Papyrus.” You weren’t entirely sure how that worked, but guessed it was magic or something.
“heheh, well i guess i find the fruit a-peel-ing.”
You roll your eyes while your Master wasn’t looking, before beginning to make his bed. Once you’re finished, you stare down Master Sans until you’re sure he ate the entire thing. Satisfied once he’s eaten it, you turn to leave before he says.
“hey, it’s a little early to start on the chores, you wouldn’t mind sticking around?” He made a circle with his fingers before laughing and continuing on, “i’ll make sure you get to hear all my terrific humor.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his own enjoyment over his own jokes.
“Of course, Master.”
Man, these skeletons were really high maintenance.