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Ten years old seems so young, doesn't it? Too young to drive, too young to vote, and even too young to ride on the super rollarcoaster at the amusement park without a guardian. Yet, at the age of ten I suddenly found myself feeling completely, and utterly alone in the world. It's kind of always been like that in some way though. My mother, barely able to care for herself let alone her son, left me to do pretty much everything. The household chores, cooking, hell, I even started making sure the bills had been properly paid. It required quite a bit of lying on my part, but I'm crafty, and managed. Ma wasn't going to do it, so I did, and it saved us from living without power for over a month again. This was my life, and I'd never known any different, until Ma suddenly left me.
She'd told me she had something she needed to do, and that it was really important. That our lives would change if she did, and I believed her. My stupid self believed she really wanted the best for us, but all she really wanted, was to be rid of me. To not have to worry about a kid following her around, and have her life back. As pathetic of a life it is.
Ma ended up dropping me off at some house deep in the suburbs the next town over. It was a nice house, and whoever owned it had some serious cash. I was pretty in awe of it, as she handed me my bag of stuff. Slinging it over my shoulder, I'd turned to her to listen as she told me that a friend lived here. Not once did it ring through my mind, what friend? I’ve met all of Ma’s friends, and none of them would be living in a nice house like this. They’re all certified losers, and pretty awful people. Still, I tried to keep an open mind. Maybe this was an old friend she’d never told me about. That was always a possibility, or maybe it’s someone she hasn’t seen in a while, and reconnected with recently. That’s another good option!
She told me that this friend knew I was coming, and that they'd agreed to let me stay here while she did her important thing. However, she made sure I knew there was a note in my bag for said owner of the home, just so they know how to take care of me. Once again, I stupidly believed her. The idiot that I am completely believed she’d be coming back for me in a few days, so when she kissed my forehead, gave me a wavering smile, and left after telling me to go ring the doorbell, I didn’t hesitate to smile back. Ma promised she'd see me again, calling it out to me as she walked away. I watched her go, believing every lie she told.
Turning back to the house, I gave it another look. I didn't want to be here at all, and in my soul I wished I could just be in my own home. Since that was apparently impossible right now, I went up to the door as I'd been instructed, and rang the doorbell. I wait, and I wait. No answer comes, so I try again. Once more, no answer. A sick feeling fills me as I realize they're not home. Did Ma leave me here thinking they were home? She didn't take me to some uninhabited home, right? She wouldn't do that. She must’ve thought they were home.
However, I can't shake the feeling that she would do this just to be rid of me.
Backing up to the edge of the large porch, I take a seat to wait for the homeowners. Pulling the hood of my hoodie up over my head, I wrap my arms around my little body, and I wait. There's nothing else for me to do, but wait. Sure, I could go to the police, and say I was abandoned, but on the off chance that Ma really does have friends here, I wait. Plus, she said she’d be coming back. I don’t want to say I was abandoned if she was coming back.
I'm such a sucker.
I waited for four hours on that front porch, halfway of which it began to rain. So, for two whole hours, I sat in the cold, and rain while waiting like an absolute dumbass for someone I didn't even know. It even eventually gets dark, but still I wait. I don’t know what else to do, and by the time a swanky looking car pulls into the driveway, I'm soaked all the way to my bones. Even my underwear wasn’t spared, and I'm drenched through.
I watch as two people get out of the car. Two monsters to be exact, and I can easily see that they’re skeleton monsters. That sick feeling from before comes back to me, as I truly realize what Ma has done. I can't move as the two monsters walk up to me. One tall, and one a bit shorter with both looking at me curiously, completely unable to see my face in the darkness, and under my hood. They reach me, and I can fully see what they look like, confirming my fears.
The shorter one, standing around five foot five, tilts his round skull at me. Those narrow sockets of his trained right on me, the one sharp red eye light he has in his right socket trained directly on me. His left socket, blank, and dead, blinded from the injury that caused two scars to run through it. A smile sits upon his face showing off those sharp fanged teeth of his, a questioning expression clear as day upon his face. He had no idea why I was here, or who I was.
"CAN WE HELP YOU?" he asks, his voice deep, and slightly raspy.
He frightened me, but like hell I was going to tell him that.
The taller of the two, and the one I wanted the least to do with, fidgets beside the smaller one. His skull long, and angular, he looked nothing like the other. His sockets, soft, and downturned, showed off anxiety while freckles dotted around his nasal cavity. Even when he'd been over by the car, I could see his large fanged teeth, the canines oversized, and protruding like an overbite. Magical braces were attached to them in an attempt to stave off the magic that forced them to grow to that size.
I've never met this skeleton before, but I know I hate him.
The shorter tries again, regaining my attention, "YOUNG MAN, CAN WE HELP YOU? IS THERE A REASON YOU ARE ON OUR DOORSTEP?"
Without a word, I pull my bag around, and fish inside it for the letter Ma left. It's easier to find than I thought it would be, and once acquired, I hold it out to the shorter skeleton. I figure him reading the note would be faster than me explaining. He glances at it, and carefully takes it from my hands. He opens it, not an ounce of hesitation on his face, and begins to read it. It doesn't take him very long to do so, and when he's done he looks back at me, brandishing the letter,
"YOUNG MAN, DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?" he holds it out to me, sounding extremely unimpressed, and I take it back, reading what it says,
Papyrus,
I'm writing you this note because I have no other choice. It revolts me to have to write this to you, and I wish there was another way, but there isn't. I'll get right to the point. 10 years ago, after we broke up, I found out I was pregnant. I never told you, because frankly there was no way you could ever take care of Malakai with how pathetically inept you are. That's his name by the way. Your son's name, not that you deserve to be called his father.
Not only that, but I wanted you, and your piece of shit, garbage, motherfucker of a brother to be nowhere near my son. You don't deserve to know him, and neither does Sans, not after what you did.
However, I now sickeningly find myself unable to care for Malakai any longer. I'm not well, and it's time for him to be able to be a child without having to worry about his Mom any longer, not that I expect he'll get to be one with Dictator Sans around, emphasis on the dick. This is the last option I had. It was either you, or child services, and we both know what happens to a half blood when put into child services. I wasn't about to do that to him, so here he is. Your son. I won't be returning. He's yours now.
Jenn
I knew it.
That pit in my stomach grows as I now know my mother has abandoned me. She's left me with a father I've never known, and never wanted to know. My hands shake as they hold the letter, and anger fills me. This isn't fair! Ma didn't need to take care of me, I can take care of myself, and her! I've been caring for her since I was six, I know I can do it! Why now? Why has she suddenly decided she can't have me around? I don’t understand, and why leave me with him of all people?
"YOUNG MAN, I ASKED YOU A QUESTION." my thoughts are broken by the shorter skeleton, who I assume is Sans.
I don't want to answer him. I don't want to be here. Not saying anything, and obviously not thinking, I bolt from the doorstep, wanting to be anywhere but here. This can't be happening! She can't just do this! I’m her son, not some dog you drop off at the pound! That sick feeling in my gut grows realizing Ma might not know the difference though. I do my best to get away, to run, and just be alone so I can figure this all out, however I’m unable to get far. I just about reach the driveway when I feel potent magic all around me, and suddenly Sans is in front of me in a magical technique I'm actually quite familiar with. He grabs my arm,
"I SAID-"
I shove his hand off me barking out, "get offa me!"
In doing this, I end up stumbling, and falling backwards onto my ass. This causes my hood to fly back, and for Sans, and Papyrus to finally see my face.
Long, angular skull, and downturned sockets with bright yellow eye lights shining in my sockets, showing defiance. Freckles dotted my face, and my fanged teeth turned down into a frown, accompanied by my oversized canines that protruded like an overbite made quite the picture of unhappiness. No braces on my teeth though, but besides that, I know I'm identical to the taller skeleton monster now staring at me with a shocked expression.
Papyrus isn't the only one with a shocked expression. Sans is openly gaping at me as I get up off the ground, and once again try to run away. Please let this be a dream! She didn’t just leave me, right? This time when Sans grabs me, he does so by wrapping his arm around my middle, and yanking me off the ground. Sometimes, I hate being short for my age.
"Lemme go!" I snarl, but Sans doesn't seem to feel like listening as he hauls me back to the front step. I fight the whole way, but no matter what I do, I can't get away.
Sans doesn't just stop at the step though. He goes right to the door, and opens it up despite all my fighting. In my attempts to escape, my bag ends up falling to the ground, and I cry out for it. Trying to reach it, I'm annoyed when Papyrus picks it up, and follows Sans with me being carried into the warm house. Sans takes me all the way to the living room inside the home where he sets me on my feet, but before I can even bolt, he murmurs,
"NO MATTER HOW YOU TRY TO RUN CHILD, I WILL CATCH YOU. SO, STOP THIS RUNNING, AND TALK TO ME." His eye light is trained solely on me, and I hate how I can feel myself shrinking from him a little.
"Fuck you." I find myself spitting anyway. His sockets narrow,
"TRY AGAIN YOUNG MAN."
"No, fuck you." I repeat, and look at Papyrus who is still holding my bag, "an' fuck you especially. I hate you!"
Papyrus takes a step back from me during my explosion of anger. He seems surprised, confused, and saddened by my words. I frankly don't care. Sans does though as he grabs my arm, holding it tight,
"CALM DOWN THIS INSTANT, YOUNG MAN!"
"No! I hate you, an' I hate him!" I shut my sockets, and shout at him, "I jus' wanna find my Ma!"
"YES, WELL YOU'RE NOT DOING THAT TONIGHT! YOU’RE SOAKED, AND DISTRESSED, PLUS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE SHE IS."
"I don't care!" I feel tears pricking my sockets, "I wanna find my Ma! I don't wanna be here!"
"WELL, YOU ARE, SO STOP FIGHTING, AND ACCEPT THAT!"
"You won't want me!" I scream, and a thought comes to my mind that has those tears in my sockets spilling over.
No one does. No one wants me.
The fight in me begins to die, and I stop struggling. Sans is still holding my arm, but my sockets are shut tightly as tears flow down my cheeks, and my breathing becomes wavering pants. I start to shake,
“You don’t even know me.”
Sans’s grip on my arm loosens, but he doesn’t let go. I can hear as he crouches a bit, “WHY DO YOU SAY THAT, YOUNG MAN? WHY WOULD YOU AUTOMATICALLY ASSUME, WE WOULDN’T ATTEMPT TO CARE FOR YOU IF YOU ARE WHO THIS LETTER SAYS YOU ARE?”
I don’t say anything. Instead, I just stand there, and Sans just crouches with me until,
“w-what…” I hear Papyrus speak, and open my eyes to look at him. He looks confused, “w-what...did the letter...s-say?”
Sans’s focus turns to Papyrus, “NOTHING IMPORTANT, PAPYRUS.” he immediately lies.
Nothing important? Nothing important? Papyrus having a son he never knew about isn’t important? What the fuck does Sans constitute as fucking important? That anger from before rises within me, but before I can lash out, Papyrus murmurs,
“don’t lie to me sans.”
I press pause on my anger, a sort of curiosity taking over. Sans starts hesitating for some reason, and I wish I knew why since that way I could use it against him to get out of here. Papyrus frowns at his brother,
“tell me, sans.”
I realize I still have the letter balled up in one of my little fists. I glance at it, and figure if Papyrus wants to know what it says, he should just read it himself. So, without a word, I held it out to him. Sans is instantly lunging for it with a distressed sounding “NO!” but Papyrus is too quick. He grabs the letter from my hand, and promptly begins to read it. I watch as he scans the paper, beginning to look more, and more distressed as he goes. Finally his hand drops to his side letter, and all as his sockets widen. His gaze becomes fixed solely on me,
“jenn...had a b-baby?”
Sans let’s go of my arm, and hurries to Papyrus’s side, “BROTHER, PLEASE DON’T WORRY ABOUT THIS, I’LL TAKE CARE OF IT.”
“w-why...why d-didn’t she...tell me? h-how did...did i not know?” Papyrus’s voice is soft, and shows a hint of confusion as he stares at me. Sans tries his best to console the obviously distressed Papyrus,
"I DON’T KNOW, BUT SHE’S ILL PAPYRUS. SHE WAS WHEN SHE WAS WITH YOU, AND SHE STILL IS NOW. DON'T TAKE TO HEART THE THINGS JENNIFER DOES."
My little fists shake at his poisonous words as he speaks about Ma, "Shut up!" I snap, drawing both monsters' attention to me, "you don't know nothin' about Ma!"
Sans hums, "YOUNG MAN, I'VE KNOWN YOUR MOTHER FOR QUITE A WHILE. SHE WAS NEVER QUITE RIGHT."
"Shut up!" I scream, "shut your fuckin' mouth!"
"MIND YOUR MANNERS YOUNG MAN!" Sans warns, but I won't hear of it. He's insulted my Ma, and I'm seeing red.
"Go fuck yourself!" I shout back, "Ma, she...she told me all about you!" I point at Sans who raises a brow, "you're mean, controllin', an'...an' treated her like she were below you!" I point at Papyrus who flinches from my obvious ire, "she told me bout you too. a complete crybaby, who can't do nothin' for himself, an’ who never defended her once from his brother who basically drove her away! a guy who follows on his big brother's coat tails-"
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Sans tries,
"Because he knows he'll never be good at anythin’ himself!" I finish with a shout, my breathing now coming in pants again.
Both Papyrus, and Sans stare at me. It’s obvious which of the two is angered by my little outburst, and which one was upset by it. They’re so easy to read these two. At least that’s what I thought before Sans just sighs through his nose like he’s merely just annoyed by my sudden outburst, or disappointed. Like I’m just a common nuisance he has to put up with. It’s honestly really infuriating.
“REGARDLESS YOUNG MAN, YOU ARE GOING NOWHERE TONIGHT.” Sans calmly replies, completely ignoring all the mean things I just said. Stars, that’s incredibly irritating. He turns to Papyrus who is still clinging to my bag a bit, “I TAKE IT YOUR MOTHER PACKED YOU SOME THINGS?”
“I packed for myself. I ain’t some idiot, I know how to pack a bag.” I grumble, feeling the wind in my sails efficiently put out by Sans’s indifference to my venomous words. I will remember the shitty things he said about Ma though. Trust me on that one. Sans hums,
“YOUR MOTHER LET YOU IN ON HER LITTLE PLAN THEN?”
I shake my head, “no.” my voice soft, “she said she gotta go do somethin’ important, an’ that I had to go stay with a friend of hers for a while. that once she got back, our lives would be better.”
“INTERESTING.” Sans murmurs, tilting his head down, and looking to the side a bit as he thinks. Eventually, he raises his head again with an inhale of air, “WHATEVER HER REASONS BEING, SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE JUST LEFT YOU HERE WITHOUT KNOWING IF WE WERE HOME.” I grit my teeth to stop myself from snapping back again, even though I desperately want to, but then to my surprise, Sans softens, “HOWEVER, I DON’T THINK I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT. PLUS, YOU MUST BE UNCOMFORTABLE IN THOSE WET CLOTHES, SO PERHAPS WE BEST BENCH THIS DISCUSSION UNTIL YOU ARE MORE SETTLED.”
I startle, and suddenly remember how soaked I am. My sneakers hadn’t even been taken off, and are squeaking on the hardwood flooring as I shift. As sad as it sounds, I’m used to being uncomfortable in this way, so it’s something I sort of forget about after a while. Sans takes my bag from Papyrus, handing it to me. I snatch it from him quickly, and hold it close to me. If these are all the things I have left, then I’m going to hold onto them myself, although my mind does wander to all of my things left at Ma’s apartment.
“So...what are you sayin’?” I ask carefully, feeling dubious that these two actually want to care for me while Ma is gone. I refuse to believe she’s left me here for good. She will come back. I have to hold onto hope for that.
“I’M SAYING, LET’S GET YOU OUT OF THOSE WET CLOTHES, GET SOME FOOD INTO YOU, AND THEN WE’LL TALK ABOUT WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE.” he motions to my soaked sneakers, “GO AHEAD, AND TAKE THOSE OFF, PAPYRUS WILL PUT THEM AT THE DOOR TO DRY.”
I don’t immediately do as I’m told. Instead, I just stand there, clutching my bag to my chest in a death grip, my eye lights flickering between the two.
“Why’re you the one takin’ charge?” I ask, giving Papyrus the side eye, “you’re not my father.”
Papyrus flushes in embarrassment at my words, and begins fiddling with his fingers. I still can’t believe this is my father. He looks like he’s going to fall apart at any second. Some wires are misfiring, or something, like he has no idea what to do. It’s not comforting in this situation at all. Isn’t he someone I’m supposed to look to when I need help? This doesn’t bode well for me at all.
“NO, I’M NOT.” Sans answers me, “BUT I AM YOUR UNCLE, AND THIS IS MY HOME.” he eyes me a bit, and I get the feeling I’m not supposed to retort here. If I did, I knew I’d be in some serious trouble. It was just an inkling that sat in the pit of my non-existent stomach, and had me keeping my mouth shut. Sans nods, “NOW, IF YOU’D BE SO KIND AS TO REMOVE YOUR SOILED FOOTWEAR, YOU CAN FOLLOW ME.”
Sans turning promptly on his heel, starts back towards the foyer without another word. With an exasperated grumble, I kick off my sneakers which Papyrus collects quickly, and I chase after Sans. He makes a right turn before he ever gets there, and I follow, but skid to a stop, finding him at the bottom of a set of stairs. He motions to a room just a little farther down the hall,
“THAT IS MY BEDROOM. IF YOU NEED ANYTHING TONIGHT, COME KNOCK.”
That’s all he says, before he begins marching up the stairs. Rolling my eye lights, I follow, already feeling intensely irritated with the monster in front of me. As if I’m going to come knock on his door tonight if I needed anything. I don’t even need anything from them. I can take care of myself. Reaching the top of the stairs, I can see a well furnished loft, and small media area nearby off to the left complete with a kitchenette. Sans points in the same direction,
“YOUR FATHER’S BEDROOM IS THAT WAY. IT’S THE ONLY DOOR OVER THERE.”
Turning to the right after that, Sans continues on, and I’m forced to go after him as he walks all the way to the end of a small hallway. Two doors are on either side of me, but he opens the one directly in front of him. He walks inside, and I step in after him, finding another bedroom. Sans turning to me, motions around,
“THIS WILL BE YOUR ROOM FOR NOW.” he points out into the hallway, and then turns two of his fingers to the left, “THE DOOR IN THE HALLWAY THAT IS NOW ON MY LEFT, BUT IS ON YOUR RIGHT IS A BATHROOM. THIS WILL BE YOUR BATHROOM FOR YOUR STAY HERE.” he places that hand behind his back, “ANY QUESTIONS?”
“Yeah, do you take the pole out your ass on the daily for a cleaning, or just once a week?”
I feel so damn proud of my jab, but all Sans does is raise a brow at me, and say,
“I’LL TAKE THAT AS A NO.” he walks to the door, leaving me a little sour, and adds before departing, “I WILL LEAVE YOU TO GET CHANGED. COME BACK DOWNSTAIRS TO THE LIVING ROOM ONCE YOU’RE DONE.”
He shuts the door as he leaves, and I’m left alone in this room that’s not mine. It smells unfamiliar, sterile, and cold, like no one has ever lived here before. I don’t like that. It didn’t feel like mine, it felt like a stranger’s, and I was intruding. An intense sense of unease wells up inside me that has me shaking slightly. Still, I place my bag on the double bed that’s obviously meant for an adult, not a child, and open it up, trying to stay strong. I pulled out clean, dry clothes, thankful my bag had managed to keep them from getting soaked. Yanking my drenched clothes off myself, I swiftly exchange them with the dry ones, and instantly feel better now that I’m not in wet dripping socks. That’s honestly the worst part of wet clothes. The underwear, and socks. It just doesn’t sit right, and ugh, it’s gross. I’m unsure what to do with my sopping clothes, but I know if I left them on the floor, Sans would give me a look like I’m some sort of hedonistic creature. So, I gather them up, and go to that bathroom he said I had next door.
Inside the room, it looks like any other bathroom. There’s a sink, a toilet, and a tub that also doubles as a shower. It’s a bathroom, not much else to say about it. Figuring that the clothes would dry faster if I hung them over the shower curtain rod, I get up on the edge of the tub, which is super dumb, especially if you’re uncoordinated. However, I manage to get the clothes hung up, and back onto more solid ground without smashing my skull off either the floor, or tiled wall. I’d like to say it’s because I have incredibly good luck, but if I did, I wouldn’t be here in the first place would I?
Leaving the bathroom behind, I first glance at my temporary room, then towards the stairs. I should just go back to my room, and ignore Sans, but I’m honestly pretty curious as to what’s going to happen to me despite how tempting the first offer is. Sans is apparently the brains of this house with Papyrus being his meek sidekick, and he’s definitely used to people doing what he says. Well guess what? He’s never met me, and there’s no way in hell I'm always gonna do what he says...however, just this once to sate my curiosity, I am going to do what he says. Bit of a roundabout way to say, I’m going downstairs.
So, down the stairs I go, and back into the living room where I can hear Papyrus, and Sans talking. I stop just out of their sights somehow, and listen in. Might as well eavesdrop if I can.
“JUST DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT PAPYRUS.”
“i’m gonna worry sans.” comes my father’s timid voice, but there’s no stuttering now. Maybe he just has an easier time talking to Sans?
“I’LL DEAL WITH IT, BROTHER.”
“he’s not your child.”
“NO, HE’S YOURS.” Sans sighs again this time more forcefully, and tosses something into the sink. In doing so it created a loud clang that has me jumping, and nearly covering my head. Luckily, I refrain, and keep watching the two brothers, frozen in place. Sans is leaning with his hands against the counter, and facing it. I can’t see his expression since his back is to me, but I can tell he’s frustrated, “HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN SO CARELESS, BROTHER?”
“i don’t know.”
“YOU GOT JENNIFER PREGNANT.” he sounds so disappointed, and tired. I can tell how his words really affect Papyrus who immediately says,
“she never told me.”
“OBVIOUSLY, OR WE WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED TODAY.” Sans replies, and rubs his forehead, “I’LL HAVE TO CALL MY LAWYER TONIGHT TO GET THIS FIGURED OUT. I DON’T KNOW HOW CUSTODY PROCEEDINGS WORK, OR WHAT IT MEANS NOW THAT HIS MOTHER HAS ABANDONED HIM.”
“he’ll stay with us, yeah?”
“I DON’T KNOW WHERE ELSE HE CAN GO, PAPYRUS. JENNIFER SAID SHE HAD NO OTHER OPTION, SO I ASSUME SHE HAS NO FAMILY, OR FRIENDS SHE’D PREFER MALAKAI TO GO TO. YOU COULD SEND HIM TO CHILD SERVICES-”
“no.” Papyrus’s voice is firm here, and Sans hums in defeat,
“YES, THAT’S WHAT I FIGURED YOUR ANSWER WOULD BE.” Sans pushes himself off the counter, and turns to his brother, “FOR NOW, HE STAYS HERE, AND WE’LL SEE WHAT MY LAWYER SAYS, ALRIGHT?”
Papyrus nods, and I figure it’s time to make myself known. I’ve probably heard as much as they’re going to say anyway, and I don’t think I want to hear anymore about them maybe sending me to child services. Walking forward, I put myself into their fields of vision, and both their gazes turn to me. Sans nods,
“THERE, THAT MUST BE MORE COMFORTABLE. NOW, COME EAT.” Sans motions towards a small island with stools in front of him. I can see a plate there with some cut up sandwiches on it, “IT’S NOT MUCH, BUT HOPEFULLY IT FILLS YOU NONETHELESS.”
Shrugging, I walk over, and hop up on the stool with a little difficulty. As I’ve said, I’m a bit short for my age. Papyrus looks like he really wants to help me up, but refrains. Still, I can see his hands sort of reaching out for me. It’s a good thing he didn’t help me, or he’d be on the other end of my teeth. I’m not a baby, I don’t need his help, but probably to someone like him I am. He has no idea how to care for a kid, that’s obvious. He doesn’t even look like he can take care of himself.
Once on the stupid stool, I pick up one of the sandwich quarters which appears to be just a simple ham, and cheese. While part of me wants to deny eating this just to be a spiteful little shit, the louder part of my mind is screaming at me to eat it in case I don’t get to eat again for a while. So, without hesitation, I take a bite, and it ends up being actually pretty good. The meat, and cheese must be good quality since I’ve definitely had low quality meat, and cheese before. They do not taste very good at all, but at least they filled me. I’d rather have a full belly, than an empty one. Neither Sans, nor Papyrus speak the entire time I’m eating, and we all just sit in silence. Once I’m finished, and drinking the glass of milk provided to me, Sans takes the plate, and places it in the dishwasher.
“FOR NOW YOUNG MAN, YOU SHALL STAY HERE WITH PAPYRUS, AND I.” Sans turns to me after dealing with the dish, “I ASSUME THIS IS AN ADEQUATE ARRANGEMENT.”
Why does it matter what I want? There’s nowhere else for me to go. I’m suck here unless I want to go to child services, and Ma always told me what would happen if I got taken there. So there’s no way in hell I wanna go there. Reluctantly, and quite sullenly, I nod my confirmation to Sans. He nods back, and holds his hand out to take my glass which I hand him,
“THAT’S THAT THEN.” he murmurs, sounding tired.
I guess it is.