"Meat, Sauce and Skeletons" Part 1
Devan Maoler, he thought as he walked down the sidewalk, what a stupid name.
Devan Maoler was a sixteen year old, with long, black unkempt hair and light stubble. His skin was quite light, which didn't help with the bags he carried under his green eyes.
My parents could have called me anything else, but no.
He wore a scarlet hoodie, which had gone even deeper in colour from rain, on top of a white t-shirt, light brown cargo pants and a pair of black derby shoes. The shoes have what appears to be a logo on them but it has been worn off, and there are holes in multiple parts of the shoes. On top of all of this, he had a "leather" over-the-shoulder bag. (Truth be told, it wasn't leather, but it's about the aesthetic).
Devan pulled down his hood, as he stopped outside a store. He pushed the door open, bells ringing against each other as he did so, and ducked his head under the comically low… head… of the door…
I've been coming here for weeks and it only just dawned on me.
The smell of coffee filled the air, horribly clashing with the smell of wet people and monsters. Devan scanned the moderately sized room to see the usual customers: four dogs sitting in their own stall; a dog sitting by itself, on a tall stool, at a table with a deck of cards; Lucy, a girl who lived in the house next to Devan, and her boyfriend Andrew, both of whom he went to school with.
Devan noticed something… something was wrong. Someone was missing.
Where's that Skeleton? He comes in every day, without fail, and gives everyone a laugh. Heck, he's the only one who comes as much as I do.
Then he heard bells ringing behind him, "It's a beautiful day outside." Said an all too familiar voice, in a sarcastic tone. Everybody, other than Devan, simultaneously turned to the voice and said their respective greetings to them. "Hey Sans."
"hey everybody. i was talking with my friend Devan, here, the other day and he said he needed to get a message to a girl. So I said to him, why don't you just mail her."
Needless to say, everyone had a chuckle as they took a break from their conversations, "i'm here every day of the week." Sans reached up and pat Devan on the back as he approached the counter.
Even from the counter, Devan could hear Sans' voice carry over everyone else's, "grillbz, the usual."
The monster attending the bar nodded and reached under the counter, returning with a bottle of ketchup. Sans hugged the bottle and carried it like a baby to one of the booths in the corner. Devan followed Sans' lead.
"I'll have the usual too, Grillby."
Grillby started his work, but Devan didn't care about that. All Devan cared about was the skeleton in the blue hoodie. He observed him, looked over every part of him, studied him.
Grillby made a noise, which could only be described as a cough, to get Devan's attention. He pointed down to the cup of coffee. Devan rummaged through his pockets and scrounged a couple of dollar notes, and placed them on the counter for Grillby. Grillby pointed to a sign on the cash register. It read, Exact money only please. Devan smiled, "You can keep the change."
Grillby stared at Devan for a few moments and then shrugged, leaving Devan to continue studying Sans, and drink his coffee.
AN: This would probably be a good time to tell you that I am a very inconsistent inconsistent uploader. I have a Steven Universe and RWBY fanfic that I haven't updated for months. I'm sorry if you do actually enjoy my stories, but there will be no schedule. I'll upload when I have the time and creative drive.
Until then, have a beautiful night everyone!