Shape of You

by EmeraldHeart510

[Story also posted on Wattpad under same author name.]

Chapter 1

Sunlight peaks through the curtains, twiddling some rays of light into my room before consciousness started to overwhelm me.

The alarm buzzes on my alarm clock reading that it was 6:30 am, and I only had about two hours to get ready for work. I groan in frustration as I struggle to slap the snooze button before the blaring sound drove me insane.

"I really don't feel like working. Why must Mondays exist?"

But my tired, weary eyes, blurred by my double astigmatism, only made it harder to see. Good thing my glasses were right there, so I could shut off that damn alarm once and for all.

Well at least for now.

I sit-up in bed, only to feel like I woke up from the dead, and I stretched my arms out to regain some strength to get out of bed. A good shower did me some good and a nice breakfast with a cup of coffee really did the trick.

In all honesty, my job sucks.

Working as a waitress only to put up with annoying customers, made me realize I wasn't one for customer service. Not like I have a choice in the matter. It pays my rent and keeps me from starving. If anything, I was pretty grateful.

"Damn, I only have forty-five minutes to get to work!"

I grab my coat and rush out the door. Rushing out of my apartment complex, I got in my car and took the short cut way away from traffic.

'Welcome to Dremurr City, where all your dreams come true!' The city limit sign read as I drove by.

What a load of bull.

If my dreams came true, I would work at a nice job and date a nice guy. But that has bound to happen yet.

Still stuck with the same job I had for two years and never had a boyfriend with the twenty-one years of my life.

After parking the car, I dash to the back to put my stuff up.

"Ten minutes late Frisk. I can't keep giving you special treatment," My boss barks at me as I clock myself in.

"I'll be on time next time, I promise!"

My boss rolls his eyes is disbelief. "If you're late one more time, I'm going to have to write you up."

I sigh.

Wonderful.

I grab my apron and pen pad, prepared to take orders. I jogged out to the floor with the much chatter of a busy breakfast joint. "Order ready for table 7!" The cook rings the bell with order ready.

"I'm on it!"

I swiftly take the cup of coffee to table number seven, which was in the very corner of the restaurant. I felt the eyes of monsters and humans alike burn holes into the back of my head as I made my way to a familiar face.

When I mean familiar, I mean that he was here every day, in the same spot, drinking the same cup of coffee. Heaven knows why he's always here so much, but I have no room to judge. But this customer was no human, he was a monster, in fact.

A skeleton monster.

He stood out from the rest of the monsters in the room, because he was intimidating and had the looks to kill.

His skull was cracked above his right eye and below his left. His right eye socket looked empty like a black hole, but a glowing white eye was existent in his left. He wore a white turtle neck with back jeans and a silver chain looped around his pocket. His jacket's hood was brimmed fluffy white, while the jacket itself was black leather and reached to the bottom of his torso.

He had the ultimate look of a killer.

I sat down the cup of black plain coffee in front of him, and he looked up at me with a strong look in his eye.

"Black coffee correct?"

The skeleton nodded in response and took a sip.

"Hope you enjoy," I nodded back and turned away quickly before I started feeling weird around him.

Table after table, customer after customer, hours have seemed to pass while the chatter had also seemed to die down.

My thoughts were lost looking at the clock until a hand firmly grasps at my behind. As a reflex and self-defense, I slap whoever defiled me, right across the face.

"Why did you slap me you wretched woman?!" The man holds his hand to his face, with a hand print clearly marked red on his cheek.

"I'm sorry sir, we have a policy that states we don't have to put up with customers who sexually harass the employees," I snapped at him gracefully, not losing a bit of composure.

"Sexually harass?! Absurd! I demand to speak to your manager!"

I bit my lip to hold back any insults, but the fire ignited was only getting worse.

"Frisk? Sir? Might I ask what's going on here?" My boss walks up with an eyebrow raised.

"Your waitress here has struck me! I'm a paying customer I will sue!"

Then my boss turns his head to look at me with, what-did-you-do, look on his face. "Frisk, is this true?"

"With all due respect Mr. DeMoss, it's partially true. This man has touched me inappropriately. I acted out as self-defense."

I wasn't gonna lie to the man, it was true! If I ever had lied to the Mr. DeMoss, he would have figured that out by now.

"Lies! I did no such thing!" The man looked around the room to find some source to back up his case.

"Did anyone see me touch her?!" He spoke up so that everyone could hear him. Then he threw his hands up in the air, waiting for someone to speak up. But no one did, because no one wanted to get involved.

"See, no witnesses. She's obviously lying!"

My face grimaces at the foul man before me. He smirked at me with one disgusting smile that made me want to hurl my fist into his face. He made me want to vomit.

"I see..." Mr. DeMoss looks at both him and me, scratching the back of his head. He sighs in defeat as if he gave in to the customer's wants and needs.

"I'm sorry Frisk, I can't see any way out of it but to fir-.."

"Excuse me, what?" Something finally snapped inside me. Rage was boiling in my head to the brim and I had no reason to hold back on the situation anymore.

"With all due respect SIR, you don't have to fire me. I quit. Screw this job. I work my ass off everyday only to get crappy pay and one day off a week. And you're firing me because of a false claim of unnecessary violence?"

I untied the back of my apron and threw it to the floor, stomping on it and made sure to leave a nasty print.

"This is what I have to think about this job, consider this as my letter of resignation!"

Then I looked at the foul man in the eye and pointed at him rudely.

"And you mister molester can go take a flying leap off of the rainbow bridge for all I care. People like you make me sick!"

As if I had deeply insulted the man, he growls at me in frustration, seeing as I had already won. He then snatches the steak knife off of his plate and attempts to charge at me in full force.

"Frisk!" Mr. DeMoss attempts to push me out of the way, but the man instead pushed his aside. No sound of fear had come out of my mouth, my body didn't react in time, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I was prepared for the worst outcome.

But it didn't happen.

I opened my eyes slowly, questioning why nothing has happened. But only to find the outraged customer floating in the air, enveloped by a yellowish aura.

"He's lying," an unfamiliar voice approached from behind. I turned my head to see who stopped him, only to see that a certain skeleton monster, was standing next to me. For a skeleton, he was tall and kind of buff.

But that wasn't the point.

His only visible eye was flaming with the colors of yellow and gold. His hand as well was flaming the same way as his eye, proving he was the culprit who put a stop to some unwanted violence.

The skeleton quickly dropped his hand, slamming the outraged customer to the floor, leaving him unconscious.

My mind tried to comprehend what just happened. All the events that played out seemed to have gone by so fast, it was giving me a headache.

Mr. DeMoss, who was finally able to pick himself up off the floor, brushed himself off.

"I'll call the police," he stated before walking towards the back.

So much for having a 'good boss' act. I scoffed in disbelief and shook my head in disdain. That reminded me that I had someone to thank for stopping all this. That skeleton deserved much more credit than my manager.

I turned to thank the monster, but he was already gone.

He had already left without a word.