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Water splashes in small waves below the bridge. It’s a large bridge for pedestrians that’s a decent height from the water. You grip the rails harder in your hands staring down at the water. It was 5pm when you had come out here…. It had to be around 8pm now with how there was no more sun and all the street lights were on.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you thought back to what had pushed you here. Who had broken you down and made you feel so worthless. You loved him but he would never be proud of you, happy with what you did, smile at you like he had years ago. Feeling tears filling your eyes again your lip quivered as you finally had enough determination to lift your foot to the rail. Just as it was about to connect-
THWAP!
Blinking rapidly you brought your foot down to the ground and placed your hand on your face. There was a paper stuck to your head, most likely thrown by the winds. Bringing it down from your face you looked at it and read:
The SkelaBombs
Concerts every Wednesday and Friday!
At Napsaton Bar
There were a lot more words and directions on the flyer but reading it was cut off as a pink ghost flew up holding what looked to be a stack of flyers.
“Ooooo… Noo… I’m so.. Sorry..I…. I’m running late and… I wasn’t watching…. What I was doing…..” the pink ghost says causing you to jump eyes going wide.
While the barrier at Mt Ebbot had fallen two years ago it was still a bit startling to you to see a monster. And this was just a ghost so it was even more jarring. You have never seen a monster ghost before. Could monsters even become ghosts? Biting your lip a bit you give a small smile, “Its… its ok… It didn’t hurt me…” You say holding the flyer out to the ghost.
The ghost watches you for a moment before they give a smile of their own and say, “Keep it… You seem like a good human.. Maybe come down to uh… oh dear…” they seem to have gotten embarrassed, “Come down to see.. The band… I’m Happstablook… My friends are in the band.”
Before you have the chance to respond Happstablook flies off waving at you with a small ghost arm. You find yourself waving back and then look at the flyer again. Holding it by the bridge railing you can see both the brightly colored paper and the dark waters below you. Bringing the paper close to your chest you turn away from the bridge and head into the city to find this bar seeing as it was a Friday. What did you really have to lose going to see the band at least once.
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Walking down the street you glance at the flyer in your pocket every once in awhile. Happstablook had said that their friends were in the band. And with a name like The SkelaBombs you assumed that the other members were monsters as well. You had never seen a monster band before, you didn’t even know if in these two years a monster had come out to sing for anyone.
Your mind then wandered over the fact that you may be one of the few humans at the bar. Would they be alright with that? You never had an issue with monsters. When they had come out of Mt Ebbot you thought it was fascinating and wanted to interact with them all but those thoughts were taken away when you were told that no monsters would want to interact with you. You were worthless and filthy. No one wanted to be around you. That’s why all you had was him. Your hands began to shake with the thoughts before you felt the paper crinkle in your hands. Looking down at the flyer again you push the thoughts away. At least for tonight.
Coming down a street you see a bright neon sign that reads Napsaton Bar in blues and silver. You walked up to the door that read the bar was closed for an event and to knock if you were apart of it. Worry filling your gut you looked around before you held the flyer close to your chest in one hand, while your other hand shakily knocked on the door lightly. A flap opened up on the door and bright yellow eyes stared down at you. “Password.” said a gruff voice.
Jumping you looked up at the eyes and blinked a bit not sure what he meant by password. “I uh… Is… Is this where.. The Skelebombs are playing?” You ask softly voice quivering and hand clenching the flyer tighter.
The eyes moved down to look at you. You saw pity in his eyes(you knew the look well) and he gave a sigh, “Who gave you the flyer?” He asked.
Biting your lip you wondered if you would get the little pink ghost in trouble but his friends were in the band. That had to mean something. “A… A ghost… named Happstablook…” You said softly.
You watched the eyes turn from pity to amusement and you could hear a faint chuckle before he moved his eyes to the flyer then back to your face, “Read the whole flyer girly.” he said and just waited.
Unsure of what he could mean by that you looked at the flyer once more and couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary until you looked at the very bottom. In small letters that could easily be ignored was “P says ‘The Magnificent Sans is the coolest!’” Blinking a few times you looked up at the bright yellow eyes and bit your lip, “Uh… The… Magnificent Sans is the coolest?” You asked worried a bit that he was playing a joke on you.
The flap closed and for an instant you thought he was tired of trying to help you when the door clicked and opened up to reveal a large gorilla type monster with the same bright yellow eyes. He waved one of his large hands towards the inside, “Come on in. You missed the first half of the show but it sounds like they are about to start their next song.” he said.
Nodding your head you walked inside and jumped a bit when he shut the door again. Walking into the room you noticed first that it was warmer than outside and there were humans as well as monsters. It was almost an even split but you felt like you saw more monsters than anything. They were just so interesting to you. They were all so different and amazing that you couldn’t help but watch them all in wonder.
Not wanting to get into the crowd you decided to stay with your back to the wall near where you came in. You had full view of the stage from here and now that you were looking you gasped a bit seeing the band. The first thing that caught your attention was the drummer. The drums were closer to the front and it struck you as strange as usually drummers were kept in the back. But what really caught your attention was that he was a skeleton! Bright blue eyes that seemed to have stars in them rolled around the crowd. You could see that he was small and a bit on the heavy side but it was adorable. His light blue scarf stood out on his neck as he seemed to have a light blue outfit on as well.
Next you saw a large yellow dinosaur monster holding an equally large guitar. One of her eyes was covered by a patch and her large dark blue tank and ripped blue jeans made an interesting color scheme on her. Next to her was a fish woman. She seemed shy as her long red hair hung around her face and she idly moved her hands over the keyboard in front of her while glancing at the guitarist.
The last thing that caught your attention and kept your attention was the bassist. He was a tall skeleton monster. His long jaw holding a small sort of grin. Nothing like the drummers grin but still there. His large orange hoodie and black shorts matched him well. He had a bass guitar around him and was drinking out of a small bottle. Looking closer your eyes widened in alarm. Was that honey?! He was drinking honey? Gulping a bit you couldn’t ponder on his weird drinking habits as he stopped and leaned into the mic in front of him. Wait, the bassist was the singer? This was already a strange band indeed.
“it was sweet of you all to let me have my fill.” The tall skeleton said causing everyone to groan and you were unsure what was going on until the drummer yelled out.
“Papyrus! Don’t use your puns on the audience! You will make them leave!”
Papyrus laughed a bit and shrugged, “alright bro.” he said and looked at the rest of the band, “we ready?” They all nodded and the music started to play. It was an interesting melody and you felt your eyes lock on Papyrus unable to look away from him. He closed his eyes waiting for the moment then opened his mouth and sang,
Tell me I'm clear to breathe this air alone tonight
Take this all in, the sun will dim but I'm alive
They're gonna try to clip your wings
Lock you up and make you sing
But they'll never cage your dreams so fly away
You felt air leaving your lungs at the lyrics, the way he sang. You didn’t know if you could handle this.
Cause we've got tomorrow, we're the pages in the wind
We've got tomorrow, we're the tale that lies within
There's always another day, another night
A bittersweet blessing in disguise
Tomorrow, we're the authors of our lives, tomorrow
At the corus you felt your hands come up to your mouth. The lyrics were hitting something in your chest and it felt like your heart was being squeezed. Tears started to fall from your eyes as you continued to watch Papyrus sing.
Eyes open wide, daydream at night, my thoughts collide
Some day they'll see, behind their screens, me shining bright
They're gonna try to clip your wings
Lock you up and make you sing
But they'll never cage your dreams so fly away
Cause we've got tomorrow, we're the pages in the wind
We've got tomorrow, we're the tale that lies within
There's always another day, another night
A bittersweet blessing in disguise
Tomorrow, we're be the authors of our lives, tomorrow
And oh, I've been obsessed, in search of success
Been blinded by the light
Sometimes you are the spider, sometimes you are the fly
Flying towards the sky, our starting line
Cause we've got tomorrow, we're the pages in the wind
We've got tomorrow, we're the tale that lies within
There's always another day, another night
A bittersweet blessing in disguise
Tomorrow, we're the authors of our lives, tomorrow
Cause we've got tomorrow
We'll be the authors of our lives, tomorrow
When the song ended you couldn’t help the soft sobs that left you. The lyrics were something you needed to hear. There is always tomorrow. You felt your legs give out and you slumped down the wall onto the balls of your feet holding your mouth tightly so no one heard your sobs.
What you didn’t see was that Papyrus had seen you. As the song was coming to a close he had looked around the audience and saw you, crying.
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A minute passed before you could hear another song start up on the stage. It was faster and had a lot more effort in it.
So, here I stare
At an empty bottle full of confidence
Fuzzy faded with the poison in my head
It's an empty glass philosophy
I can't help it, I can't stop
Dead, I'm a zombie with no notion of regret
Grab a bucket and a mop cause I'm a mess
Full of sexual ferocity
I can't help it, I can't stop it
I'm living fast until I'm dead
It's in my head and singing
You wiped your eyes on your shirt and stood up again to look onto the stage. Everyone was dancing and cheering for the band. It was an interesting sight to see. You looked back up at the band watching the large dinosaur woman dance with her guitar. The fish woman didn’t have much to do but every once in awhile in the song she moved her hands fast over the keyboard. The little skeleton on the drums bangged on them hard and fast his eyes gleaming brightly. You looked back at Papyrus and gasped a bit your eyes going wide. He was starting right at you.
Because I'm on a permanent vacation
We're young, we're young
We're dumb and we don't care, no
And I don't owe an explanation
We're young, we're young
We're dumb and we don't care, no
Forever stuck in our youth
Forever stuck in our youth
My liver hates my guts
Because I'm stuck on living in a daze
Bottom shelf tequila coursing through my veins
Giddy, greedy, grin upon my face
I can't help it, I can't stop
And so I drank
My cells away until I'm in one, and I think
About how no one would believe it, so I sing
A song about my rowdy rebel ways
I can't help it, I can't stop
We're young, we're dumb, and having fun
He wasn’t looking away from you. You felt your heart constrict again as you felt him sing and felt his eye lights bore into you. Lip quivering a bit you tore your gaze away and saw the clock. Was that the time?! Panicking you rushed towards the door not even waiting for the end of the song. The monster at the door was a bit confused that you had stayed for only one and a half song but he let you out of the door all the same. Running down the street you remembered the flyer in your hands.
You couldn’t take this home with you. If… biting your lip you folded it up and stuffed it deep into your pocket and ran the rest of the way home. You had left the house around 5pm and now it was 11:30pm. You already knew that you were going to be in trouble when you got home. Maybe you could beat him home? Maybe he would be ‘sleeping at work’ again? Turning the corner on your street your heart sank seeing your boyfriend's car in the drive and the lights on in the house. You quickly took the flyer out of your pocket and placed it in the rose bushes outside before you walked up to the door. Taking a deep breath you unlocked the door and walked inside.
“Where the fuck have you been?!” A voice rang out as a strong hand grabbed your arm and yanked you inside the house. “What have I told you time and time again? When I get home I expect you to be here with a beer waiting for me and dinner on a plate.”
You don’t open your mouth to say that he never gets home on time for dinner to be warm. You don’t tell him that you never know what time he will be getting in unless he texts you that he will be ‘sleeping at work’. Instead you stare at the floor and whimper softly, “I… I’m sorry...I just had to…”
“Had to what? What could have possibly been doing?” He yelled. “You don’t have a job, you don’t have friends. You are nothing, so what were you doing?”
You flinched at his words and shook you head having no answer for him. He would know if you were lying anyway. He growled and drags you to the living room after slamming the front door shut. Tossing you to the floor you fall on your hands and knees with a squeak. “If you won’t fucking talk then I’ll teach you what happens when you don’t listen to me and go off on your own.” He says unzipping his pants.
Before you can react a hand grabs your hair and roughly pulls you up to him. You cry out squeezing your eyes shut from the pain, but while your mouth is open screaming his penis is shoved down your throat. Eyes going wide you start to gag at the invasion in your mouth. You try to breath and push him away from you but his hand in your hair is strong and is forcing your head back and forward on his length. You can hear his groans and growls above you as he ignores your whimpers and gags.
The tip of his length is forcefully pushed into the back of your throat so many times you lose count and your vision starts to get blurry from lack of air. Before you can pass out from pain he tightens his grip on you and shoves himself as far as he can and releases in your mouth. Some goes down your throat but most of it drips out of your mouth and comes painfully out your nose. When you are released you fall to the ground coughing and gasping for air.
“Ahhh… ___, why do you make me hurt you?” He asks bending down to you. His voice is softer and his hands lightly cup your face as he looks you over. “If you would have just talked to me… This wouldn’t have happened. Why do you have to be such a bad person?” He says picking you up from the floor.
You whimper and struggle to whisper, “I’m sorry…” over and over again. You believe he doesn’t really want to hurt you. You believe he loves you, you believe he wouldn't do this if you had just been a better person. But the back of your mind is screaming at you that you are wrong. That you need to get away from this man. Some way, some day.