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Chapter 4
A month has officially passed since you were kidnapped. You were feeling kinda neglected, you don’t know why you thought that they’d drop by to visit you. It was just a short while, but they were your first monster friends. That also tried to kill you.
You get attached too fast.
Blue may be right, though. Maybe they’ve moved on after you. Maybe Killer’s taunting another human in your place.
You sighed. You’ve never had many friends growing up. So, no matter how messed up it was, they were the closest thing you could call friends.
Yep, the mass murderers.
Your friends.
And getting whisked to another universe was the most interesting and exciting thing that happened in your existence.
Get a grip, Y/N.
You continued with the Magic Training Classes, and eventually you learned from official sources on how to start Encounters and what to expect. But you already knew what to expect.
You also were able to practice and focus more on healing and setting up your shield on command. It was still difficult, and you relied more on your instinct and feeling of fear at the moment than anything else. Which the mages said were bad. You had to take control of them whenever you wanted to.
You were provided a list of monster food you need to eat more of to supply your magic. They also introduced a type of diluted liquid magic that you could use in your cooking to make it ‘monster food’.
So, it was just a lot of learning for the past month while trying not to think about the murder skeletons.
You had a run-in with Sans again. He was manning a random coffee booth outside your office one time and he remembered you again. He struck up small talk with you while making your coffee.
He seemed nice. And normal. He talked about Papyrus, his brother, whom you’ve never seen before, but he mentioned was the cool monster ambassador alongside the angel of monsterkind.
You do see him being the past version of the murder skeletons. It was still actually kinda far off but if you try hard enough, you could see it. The grin, the gestures, the body language. He was just less… murder-y.
You didn’t see him again after that.
You debated texting Blue to let him know you were okay. But then scrapped it altogether. You didn’t want to bother him if you weren’t ‘in trouble’.
When another two peaceful weeks passed, you were starting to believe that your life had gone back to normal. And that you should probably try making friends harder so you don’t end up wishing that Killer and the others were doing okay and alive.
You had just changed into your pajamas and were preparing to sleep when you exited the bathroom and heard a loud crash in your living room.
And maybe all your wishful thinking came true because, surprise, surprise, there were two bloody skeletons on the floor.
“What the fuck?” You froze in fear as you saw Killer and Dust’s familiar faces, both covered in blood and you don’t wanna know what else.
“’m fine,” Killer said, leaving Dust on the floor and grabbing you on your forearm, blood streaks marking your newly worn pajamas. “help him.”
You moved without hesitation, kneeling beside Dust and placing your hands on top of his chest where the bleeding was. “Did you just crash in my apartment like I’m an on-call healer?”
Killer looked rough. “yeah, yeah, less yappin’, more healin’.”
You tried your best, but Dust’s injury seemed deep and you had never once attempted to heal an injury this severe.
“What the hell even happened?”
Killer rubbed your head like you were a cat. You stared back at him when you saw his hands were dripping with blood and he just rubbed your head with it. After you’d had your shower. “d’you have any monster food?” He began to search the pantry without waiting for your answer.
You think you were halfway closing Dust’s wound, but you could feel your magic draining fast. You were already on the verge of burning out if you kept going. You couldn’t see the state of his wound with all the clothes.
You attempted to remove it, only for Dust to grab your hand so tightly that he could almost break it, and an ugly scowl formed on his face.
Oops. First lesson in healing magic. Always say what you were about to do out loud. “I need more info on your injury, Dust. I need to move your clothes. Is that okay?”
“let the healer pull your clothes off, pal!” Killer shouted from the kitchen with his mouth full.
Dust’s eyes burned red but eventually loosened his grip on you, his chest heaving up and down.
You moved his clothes again, this time letting him know step-by-step what you were doing. You finally have vision of the injury. It had stopped bleeding but there was a crack underneath that you didn’t know if was an old injury or a new one.
You continued to pour healing magic over him, although you felt yourself slipping and getting tired fast. You could see you only needed a little bit more…
Killer grabbed your hands, effectively stopping your magic. “you’re gonna burn yourself out, pet.” Before you could argue, he pushed a muffin from Muffet’s into your mouth. “eat.”
As you grunted and began chewing the food, Killer knelt beside Dust, inspecting his injury. “you did well here. great job, team!” Killer raised a hand out to you for a high-five.
You ignored him, chewing and then swallowing what was in your mouth. “What even happened to you guys?”
Killer high-fived himself after you left him hanging. “we were out on a mission. and we got our ass beaten.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Am I supposed to expect any of you three crashing in my apartment when you need my healing?”
“well what good is it to have you as a healer if you can’t heal us?”
“I’m not your healer,” you stressed out. “What do I get from helping you guys?”
You didn’t notice it but Killer had taken out his knife and pointed its tip at your cheek. You froze in your spot. “how about not gettin’ killed?” Black tar poured out more out of his sockets.
All your instincts were screaming at you to run. But you didn’t. “You enjoy my company too much to kill me.”
Killer looked stunned and then barked out a laugh. “hah! you're funny. you're really banking your life on that?”
“You could go to any other healer in the hundreds of universes you can visit. But you went to me. And I know you could’ve come back and killed me any time you wanted. But you didn’t.”
Yeah… he was right, you were totally bluffing. You were trying to imply that these murder skeletons didn’t want to kill you because they liked you. For now, at least.
He stared at you for a full minute. Before his knife disappeared and he put his hands inside his pockets. “i'll play with you, little ladybug. what do you want in exchange of your services?”
You stopped holding your breath. “If you don’t kill me, I might die from a heart attack.”
“oh ho ho, i'm not giving you permission to die unless it’s in my hands.”
“Romantic,” you said in disdain. “I want a full pantry every week.”
Killer scoffed. “every week? we don’t even know if we’ll come here that often.”
“Okay, how about for the next 5 days on the day you came? Please, these groceries will save me money.”
Killer thought about it for a second before giving in. “okay. deal.”
“I also want more treats from Muffet’s and monster food. Oh, and mangoes.”
“now you’re just stretchin’ it.”
After checking if Dust was stable, he had passed out on your floor. And Killer looked like he’d eaten half of your magic food. Those were expensive as fuck!
You let it go, placating yourself that you have his word that he’ll replace it. Then you went to get a second shower because damn him, your hair was sticking everywhere and there was some random person’s blood on you.
After the shower, you went to check on them in the living room. Killer had been running around the place because there were literally bloody footsteps and dust all over your apartment.
“Killer, you shit, go take a shower and stop making a mess of my place! I just cleaned up!”
Killer was sitting on the counter and biting an apple. He chucked the half-bitten apple at you.
“Shower. Now.”
“you’re so fussy.”
“I’d like my place clean of evidence, please. And you’re smearing it all over the place.”
You hand him a towel as he begrudgingly walked to your bathroom. While he was in there, you tried to clean the place up as best you could, ignoring the dust sticking on your palm or how many times you needed to wipe down a bloodstain.
Dust hasn’t moved; his jacket and t-shirt were tattered. You probably have an extra shirt that fits him. You found a graphic T-shirt that he could use. And also, another one for Killer.
When Killer exited the bathroom, you saw he had discarded his shirt somewhere but was still holding on to his jacket. You didn’t know what you expected from a skeleton monster but… yep, he’s all skeleton, ribs and all.
You handed him the t-shirt, and he looked dumbfounded that you were doing a nice thing for him. “I don’t use it anymore. It’s basically a rag now.”
He gave you a look, taking the shirt.
You pointed to Dust. “Do you think he’s able to take a bath?”
Killer snorted. “sure, if you don’t value your life.”
“Okay. Fine. I won’t touch him.” You settled on placing the extra shirt near him. “Is Horror not with you?”
“he went ahead first to inform nightmare ‘bout the mission. they know where we are.” Killer sat down on your couch. “lemme crash here, i'll wait for dust to come to. he throws a little tantrum if you touch him without permission.”
He had a sinister grin on his face. “you might even get blasted away.”
Okay, that sounded like a warning.
You sat down next to him. Unexpectedly, you snatched his hand. “what the— d’you wanna die?”
“Don’t be dramatic.” You saw he had a big scratch on his forearm. “You’re injured, too.”
“’m fine, i'm not gonna bleed to death on your carpet.”
Before he could complain any further, you were already healing him.
“you’re out of magic,” he stated, mellowed down from his usual demeanor.
“I can still do this.” The crack only halfway closed when he pulled his arm, gently pushing your hands away.
“’m fine, you’re not taking magic burnout seriously. you're gonna feel it in your bones,” he said. “go eat some more monster food.”
You huffed. “I can handle a weeny injury.” You stood up, only for you to suddenly feel lightheaded.
Killer’s cackle was annoying, “told ya. eat some monster food or you’ll regret it in the morning.”
You yawned. “Mkay. I’m gonna sleep. Don’t kill me.”
“no promises~”
When you woke up the next morning, they were already gone. And your kitchen was fully stocked.
Thank God for murder skeletons doing your groceries.
When you came home that day, you were not expecting to see Killer and Horror lounging about in your apartment.
“If you had told me you guys were here, I would’ve prepared something.”
Horror walked up to you, his red eyelight dilated. He raised his large hand to you and you… took it? It was heavy.
“What is it?”
“he wants you to heal his boo-boo,” Killer stated.
You looked to Horror who was watching you eagerly. You checked his hand and forearm, and then flipped his hand. Oh. There was a small gash on his palm. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Monster food can heal this.”
Horror was still watching you.
You did so without any complaints. It was healed in no time. “Good as new!”
“thank you.”
At least someone knew how to say thank you. “No problem! Sorry for disappearing from your dinner, Horror. I was actually looking forward to it. But the ‘Star Sanses’ whisked me away, without permission.”
“they ruined our dinner,” Horror muttered. “i prepared roast beef.”
“it was delicious,” Killer added. “too bad you didn’t get any. more for me.”
“How’d yours and Dream’s fight go?”
Killer jumped on your counter and crossed his legs while playing with the knives. “it’s barely a fight. they just distracted me long enough to get you.”
“What? So, there wasn’t a fight and I missed Horror’s dinner.” You shook your head. “Bummer.”
You went to the kitchen to look for something to serve them when you realized that something was already cooking. “Who’s cooking?”
“horror.” Killer pointed to him with the tip of his knife. “it’s been going on for forever, i'm so hungry.”
“still needs 15 minutes,” Horror said.
“You made me dinner?” you cooed. “Because I missed it the first time?”
“he made us dinner,” Killer interrupted.
You completely ignored Killer. “You didn’t have to, Horror. But thank you, it smells good!” Even though your survival instinct was screaming at you not to eat it, you didn’t want to be rude. Plus, you had already tried some food at the castle. If they wanted to poison you, they should’ve already.
Horror looked pleased as he went to check on his cooking.
“Where’s Dust?”
“still recovering,” Killer answered. “says ‘thank you’ by the way.”
“No, he did not,” you said with a scoff. “Horror’s the only one who thanks me properly.”
Killer leaned backward. “being polite does not mean they wouldn’t kill you.”
“Well, at least they’re being polite even if they’ll kill me!”
Killer crossed his arms and started grumbling under his breath.
“….Fine. You did say thank you indirectly. I’ll take it.”
“see? did you have to throw a fit about it first?”
You glared at him as you strangled him in your mind. You felt a little bit better.
Horror served the food and you prepared the plates and utensils. You even had to ask Killer a dozen times before he jumped off the counter to make space for food.
Dinner for today was, cue drumroll, hotpot!
You and Horror sat on one side of the counter with Killer on the other.
Your mouth was already watering as you waited for Horror to serve himself. Only to give his bowl to you, AWWW.
“Thank you!” you beamed. Killer looked annoyed that you looked so happy.
“ugh, your excitement is a sore eye.”
“Hey, you’re the only one ruining this dinner, Killer. Horror and I are enjoying ourselves plenty. Also, you don’t have eyes.”
“does, too!”
“Does not.”
“does, too! just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there!”
You turned to Horror. “How about you, big guy? Your other eye is missing, right?”
Horror simply replied, “yes.”
“See!”
Killer sneered. “we’re different!”
You were deliberately obtuse, “I thought you’re both a Sans?”
Horror started chuckling low.
Killer waved his knife at you, narrowing his sockets. “you make me sick.”
You took the win, promptly enjoying your hotpot for the next minute.
You’ve been having meals all by yourself your whole life. Even with your questionable company, you felt warm and full.
“I have a weird question.”
“all your questions are weird questions,” Killer pointed out.
“Why are you hanging out with me?”
“you’re flattering yourself. who said we wanted to hang out with you? we just need your healing magic.”
You scrunched your brows. “You didn’t come here for my services, though.”
“what d’you mean? you healed horror’s wound.” You looked at Horror. Killer leaned on his fist against the counter. “he just wants to be included.”
“it’s a good thing i didn’t kill you,” Horror spoke up, his tone sounding happier than usual. “it would’ve been a waste.”
“pfft, we’ve survived all this time without them. you're a drama king.”
Horror’s grin didn’t change as he swung up his axe that appeared out of nowhere and deftly pushed Killer off his high chair using the edge of the axe.