Chapter 2
Welcome back everyone, I hope you all enjoyed my previous chapter. For those still confused about Raven, don't worry, all questions will be answered as the story unfolds. Quick reminder for those who are unaware, Raven Blu originated from a YJ fiction involving everyone's (my) favorite witchboy Klarion, I titled "Klarion Gets A Girl." This story had two squeals, "Dark beloved," and an alternative sequel which is still in progress called "What if?" This story's timeline is currently ahead of "What if?" So there will be mild spoilers, as I'm publishing this along side it. It won't be anything Major but it IS connected. Now with all that out of the way, ONWARD TO THE BATTLE FIELD!
"Raven dearest if you do not get up this instant you are going to be late for work!" Cherie's voice howled inside Raven's mind. Raven groaned and rolled over, it was Tuesday morning and her body refused to move—of course she didn't exactly try—it wasn't that she hated working at the new and used bookstore, she just hated waking up early.
"It is not even that early Raven!" Cherie hissed, "It is noon! Now, I am going to go downstairs, if you are not awake and out that door in five minutes, I will return up here and bite you awake."
Raven groaned, Cherie acted more like her wife than her familiar. Still, she just wanted a few more minutes, the night prior she had rarely gotten any sleep. She'd been plagued with nightmares from back before she met Dr. Leland. All the destruction she caused, she would never be able to get over the things she did. The guilt would more than likely haunt her until she died. She sighed, then let out a yelp of pain as she felt a set of teeth on her Achilles heel. She shot up and threw the covers off to find Cherie sitting on the foot of her bed. She glared.
"That wasn't five minutes." She growled. Cherie only gave her an indifferent stare.
"If I had actually waited that long you would officially be running late." Cherie said plainly then hopped from the bed and out the door "Two minutes Ravenna!"
"You're worst than a mother Cherie!" She called after him. The only response she got from the white an black cat was the flick of his checkered tail as he exited the room. Groaning, Raven swung her legs over her bed and shuffled over to her closet. One of the great things about where she worked is that there was no uniform, her boss was pretty lenient as far as dress code, so long as Raven didn't come to work dressed like a prostitute—though judging by the looks of the customers you'd think she did anyway—she was fine. Though, her boss didn't really care for the way she dressed—not that Raven really cared.
She quickly pulled a long sleeved netted top over the black tank top she wore to bed that night, then searched for a pair of pants. She grunted as she searched through a sea of black for the specific pair she wanted, finally she gave up and grabbed a pair of slightly baggy Tripp jeans with suspender straps around the belt. She had gotten them at a thrift store by chance and she didn't especially care that they were actually for men. With a belt and platform boots they fit just fine. She didn't bother with much make up, only using using minimal eyeliner, purple shadow with dark blue lipstick on her lips. Running a brush through her long naturally blue hair she was done and downstairs she paused when she saw Cherie perched on her bookshelf.
"Cherie..." She began. She turned only to have the white and black feline pounce on her shoulders.
"I will not do it." He grumbled. Raven made a face.
"You know Ms. Blake doesn't like cats." She said, then tapped on her wrist, "Come on."
"It is hardly my fault she has a cat allergy." The familiar hissed, Raven placed her hand on his head.
"Come on, Cherie. You know I won't keep you like that all day." She said, "Now come on, you don't want me to be late now do you."
With a low growl Cherie's body began to glow with a silver aura. He jumped from Raven's shoulders as his body contorted and changed form. His white fur turned into a silver metal as he turned into a metal band that wrapped around her wrist. A white cat face shaped charm dangled from it. Raven smirked, Cherie hated when she would transfigure him into an object—he complained it made his joints stiff—but it beat trying to lug him around in public and worry about him getting hurt.
"I'll turn you back once Ms. Blake leaves. Ok?" She said as she held up her wrist where the silver bangle was. She then looked at the clock, and swore. If she didn't leave now she was going to be late. Grabbing her bag she took off down thee street, cursing the fact she didn't own a bike.
~0~
"You're late, Blu." Ms. Blake's annoyingly high pitched voice shrieked. Raven rolled her eyes, she was supposed to be there by 12:30 to take over the register it was currently 12:03. She wasn't exactly punctual, but she'd hardly consider that to be late. Not punctual, but certainly not late.
"I'm sorry Ms. Blake," She lied, "My cat wanted to follow me to work."
Ms. Blake crinkled her mouse-like nose, she didn't like cats. Like Cherie said, she had an allergy toward them. Honestly if it wasn't for the fact that Ms. Blake couldn't afford to hire anyone else, Raven was sure she'd fire her just for having Cherie. Ms. Blake was a modest woman in her mid 40's. She wore a black and yellow polka dot top, and a strange white cotton skirt with a hideously large red decorative belt. She also may have been in her 40's but she didn't have any gray hair, it was bright orange and curly. Raven secretly assumed she dyed it. She wore bright red horn rimmed glasses in front of her light green—turning gray—eyes. Despite her own odd form of dress she always looked at Raven like she was a degenerate, of course it didn't help that Ms. Blake knew she was a meta-human.
"Well, it isn't with you is it?" She asked in disgust. Raven felt heat around her neck, she wasn't angry so much as annoyed. She gave a tight smiled and shook her head.
"No, he isn't." She said, "Sorry, Ms. Blake, won't happen again."
Ms. Blake sighed, placing her hands on her hips. "See that it doesn't." she said as she walked toward the back of the store. She sneezed and mumbled about how Raven should have cleaned her clothes to get rid of the cat fur. Raven rolled her eyes as she took a deep breath to sooth her anger. Sort of helped that she was surrounded by books. The smell of books was always so soothing. New, used, modern, ancient, books were like the ultimate thing to cure her anger—well that and sugary, over caffeinated drinks.
She took her backpack off and took her spot behind the register. She didn't expect much business, people typically read books on kindles or some form of tablet—much to Raven's chagrin. So Raven sat on the stool that had a back to it. It wasn't the most comfortable chair, but it beat standing for eight hours...and it swiveled. She reached into her bag to grab the book she had been readings. Well it was more of a graphic novel rather than an actual book called "Wet Moon." she had happened upon it while working at the Worm hole—that was the name of the new and used book store—while stocking the shelves. The one she was reading was first in the series. As she sat and read through it Ms. Blake came walking back wearing a hideous plastic jacket. Raven looked up as she stood in front of the counter.
"Now Ravenna deary," She began as she fixed the white cotton neckerchief around her neck. Raven cut her eyes, it was one thing that Cherie called her things like "Raven deary," or "Ravenna" but it felt so, condescending when her boss said it. "I'm stepping out for a bit. Can you mind the store while I'm gone."
"Sure thing Ms. B." Raven answered honestly. Ms. Blake pursed her lips.
"Ms. B?" she repeated. Raven sighed.
"Sure thing Ms. Blake," She corrected. It was actually funny that Cherie didn't like her, considering how alike they were. Both tried to be prim and proper, and both of them were very particular about their name. "I'll keep a good watch on the store."
"Good, thank you Raven." Was all Ms. Blake answered with as she quickly headed out the door. Raven watched as she left and went down the street, once she saw her turn the corner the band around her wrist flashed and jumped onto the counter. Cherie let out a loud howl as he stretched, his black and white tail standing up in the air.
"Welcome back to the physical realm Cherie." Raven said as she took her book back out. Cherie grumbled.
"I truly hate it when you do that." he complained. Raven shrugged, it's not like she could leave him at home. It was way too dangerous, she had made too many enemies who would have no problem killing Cherie which would result in killing Raven as well. Cherie sighed, "I still do not like it."
"Yeah well, you can hate it all you want, just complain off the counter." Raven said not looking up from her book, "Ms. Blake will kill me if your fur is on the counter."
As time passed a few people came into the store. Some browsed, some knew exactly what they were looking for, some asked for help and some Raven wished would stop asking for help. If Raven had a dollar for each time someone asked for that stupid 50 shades of gray book she wouldn't need to work. During the slow moments of the day Raven continued to read, it didn't take her long to finish it. She debated using the computer next to register to order the next book, but knew better. Ms. Blake would have gotten angry she used it for personal reasons. So instead she reached into her bag and pulled out a black journal. She had bought it from The Worm Hole before she started working there, it was a plain black fake leather journal. After Raven had purchased it she made it a point to infuse her aura with it, magically stamping it with her own personal glyph that she made. A silver colored vaguely feline shaped hexagram, it prevented anyone anyone from reading it. If anyone did manage to get their hands on it, they only thing they'd see is blank pages. It served as her magical grimoire for a while, she used it to write down the various spells and rituals she learned and made changes to. Now, however, it served as a regular journal and doodle pad. Raven traced the glyph with her finger tip as it began to glow, and on the once blank pages words appeared. She took out a pen, leaned back in the chair and began writing about the day before.
As Raven wrote she heard the bell above the door, without looking up from her notebook she responded in her best chipper employee voice, "Hello, welcome to the Worm Hole."
"HUMAN!" A loud voice shouted, causing Raven to jump and fall out of her chair onto the floor. She quickly got up and looked to see a rather tall skeleton standing in front of her. She stared wide eyed, not at his appearance, but the fact he didn't seem to have an inside voice. He continued, "I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM LOOKING FOR A BOOK!"
"Well, you're in luck, this is a bookstore." She said automatically as her expression returned to one of indifference while her voice held a hint of sarcasm in it. Papyrus grinned, clearly not noticing.
"I QUEST FOR A BOOK ON COOKING!"He elaborated enthusiastically. Raven smirked and let out short laugh.
"Cook books are down the isle behind you." She said, pointing to the aforementioned isle. Papyrus looked over his shoulder and clapped his hands together.
"WOWIE! THERE ARE SO MANY TO LOOK THROUGH! THANK YOU HUMAN!" He said, then quickly made his way down the isle. Raven let out another small laugh as she sat back in her chair and Cherie hopped up onto the counter.
"He's a lively one, don't ya think Cherie?" Raven asked him.
"Lively is not the word I would use to describe this creature." He said licking his left paw and using it to groom the back of his ear. "He could certainly stand to learn how to use his inside voice."
"Not disagreeing with you there." She said as she picked her notebook up off the floor and began flipping through the old notes. Cherie sat next to her on the counter, staring down the isle Papyrus had gone.
"Let us hope his enthusiasm for searching does not allow him to break anything." He said with a flick of his tail.
"If he does break anything, I'll just fix it before Ms. Blake gets back." Raven responded not looking up from her journal.
"Fancy seeing you here Raven." a familiar deep voice said. Raven jumped in surprise—but didn't fall out of her chair—as she looked up and saw San's standing across the counter from her. She blinked silently. She hadn't even heard the bell go off.
"Oh, um, hey Bone Boy." She said, "Sorry, I didn't see you there."
"I tend to be pretty quiet when I want to be." He said with a shrug and a smile. Raven nodded.
"So I see. I didn't even hear the bell above the door go off." She said leaning forward and resting her elbows on the counter. "Are you here looking for a book? Or just to browse?"
"Nah, I'm here with my brother." Sans explained as he put his hands in his pockets. "He was looking for a cook book. He likes to cook."
"Oh but of course the two would be related." Cherie groaned inside Raven's mind. "You tell that creature that if his brother breaks anything you will not be held responsible for—"
Raven interrupted the feline's complaining by placing the palm of her hand on Cherie's face, "Cherie, please. Give it a rest."
"What was that about?" Sans asked curiously, as his gaze flicked between the two. Raven looked up at him.
"Cherie's just leery of your brother's enthusiasm." She said, keeping her hand on the white and black cat's face. It didn't muffle his voice—since she could hear it in her head—but it certainly threw the witch's familiar off his train of thought. "He's worried we'll have to pay for something if it breaks."
"Nah, Papyrus is harmless." Sans explained, "He's just a goofball."
"Oh he's fine. Loud, but fine." Raven said. Cherie let out a low growl, "Cherie's just doesn't like sudden loud noises."
"That is not—"
"Your cat sounds like a real...Sourpuss." Sans joked. Cherie let out a loud howl of annoyance at the terrible pun. It was soon followed by another loud groan from further inside the store, this caused Raven to laugh.
"Yeah, my bro doesn't much care for my jokes either." Sans said, noting Cherie and Papyrus' responses. "But I think he just lost his funny bone back in Snowdin."
"Ha. No one appreciates a good joke anymore." She said, "That funny bone of yours might actually end up saving your life around here."
"Huh?"
"You don't get out of the GMD much do you?" Raven asked, this time with a slight look of concern. Sans shook his head.
"Not if I can help it much. Papy and I only moved here cause it wasn't far from our home town in the underground." He answered honestly. Raven bit her lip.
"Well, I'll be honest, you'd have been better off choosing Metropolis to take up roots in. Gotham City—as great as it is—is better known for its crazies." She said placing her notebook to her bag. 'I should know. I used to be one of them' she thought as she returning her gaze to Sans. "The GCPD does it's best to keep everything safe, but it doesn't always work. So, if you meet a man with green hair who calls himself the Joker, the best way to get out is to tell him a joke."
"Is he a meta-human like you?" Sans asked, cocking a nonexistent eyebrow at Raven who pursed her lips in thought.
"There's been some debate over that. Whether or not the Clown Prince of Crime is meta." She answered, mindlessly fiddling with the large golden ankh as she sat back, "But is he like me? No. Not even close."
"Well, I didn't figure that. The way you describe the guy he sounds like he might be a few fries short of an order." Sans said. Raven flinched. She tried not to take too much offense to that considering only a year ago she had sat only one cell down from The Joker when she was in Arkham. The cell that sat between them was Harley's. She remembered how Harley would talk on and on about how they had made a special exception for her to have cell next to him. It even had a plate glass wall that allowed her to talk to her 'Puddin.'
"Uh...Raven?" Sans' voice sounded, snapping Raven back to reality, she shook her head to get rid of the memory.
"Sorry what?"
"You ok?" Sans then asked, leaning on the counter to get a closer look at the dark skinned Goth girl. Raven nodded quickly as she noticed even Cherie had broken away from his vigilant watch over Papyrus in the Cook book isle.
"Uh yeah...yeah I'm fine. Sorry, I uh, I spaced out. Sorry." She said frantically. She looked to see a look of concern on the pudgy skeleton's face as his eyes searched her. Or through her really by the look and feel of it. It sent a brief shiver down her spine as she felt like Sans was looking past her, into her soul. His eyes then met hers, and his smile returned.
"Just checking." He said, "So this Joker, he sounds like a real clown."
"Heh. That's the joke." She laughed, knowing this time that his pun was unintentional. "He's a lunatic with a twisted sense of humor."
"So, if you don't mind my asking this time." Sans began, "What inhuman ability do you have?"
Raven was about to tell him it was still too soon for her to give out that kind of info to him, when she suddenly saw a familiar head of orange hair walking back toward the shop. Without even thinking she snapped her fingers, causing Cherie's body to reform back into the silver band around her wrist just as Ms. Blake re-entered the building. She stopped abruptly when she saw Sans still leaning on the counter, still staring at Raven.
Raven looked back at him and quickly placing her index finger to her lips in a silent 'please don't say anything' as her boss walked further in, and sneezed. She then presumed to mumbled about Raven's cat.
"Have you been helped sir?" She asked Sans who stood up straight.
"Oh, I'm not here looking for anything." He said, Raven didn't have to see Ms. Blake to know that she was now looking down her nose at him. There was a small platform behind the counter so it made it easier for her to look taller.
"Then I will have to ask you to—"
"He came in with another customer, he's waiting on them." Raven interrupted as she looked up at her boss.
"Raven, it's rude to interrupt." She said. Raven felt her neck grow hot and rolled her eyes.
'So is discrimination Ms. Blake." She thought to herself. She knew that her boss wasn't all that fond of the Monster folk, she recalled the day it was announced that Gotham City was opening their own Monster District. Short version, Ms. Blake wasn't fond of the idea then, and still wasn't now. Raven's thoughts were interrupted by Papyrus coming back to the counter.
"SANS! I FOUND A BOOK ON MAKING DIFFERENT TYPES OF PASTA!" He shouted, surprising Ms. Blake.
"Good lord boy, are you incapable of using your inside voice?" She hissed as she covered her chest, as if to stop her heart from racing. Papyrus paused, suddenly feeling uncomfortable as Ms. Blake glared at him. Raven, sensing the tension and annoyance behind her boss's voice, spoke up.
"Ms. Blake, Shipping stopped by. Think they made a shipment error on those books you ordered." She said to Ms. Blake who scowled down at her, completely ignoring the two skeleton brothers.
"Well, did you stop them?" She asked with a clipped tone. Raven shook her head.
"I tried, but they insisted it was right." She said, "I figured if it was wrong, a call from the Boss lady would be enough to get their asses in gear and correct it."
Raven watched as her boss briskly walked to the back of the store, to check the shipping error. Once she was out of ear shot she looked to the two brothers.
"Just ignore her, she's that way towards everyone." She said gently. To her surprise the once louder of the two was still quiet. Raven looked to the book in the skeleton's hands. "Do you want that?"
"Paps likes to cook." Sans said, answering for the suddenly shy monster. Raven nodded, then quickly looked over the counter to check if the room was clear.
"Well, you go ahead and take it." She said as she sat down "Consider it an apology for my boss."
"WOWIE THANK YOU HUMAN!" Shouted Papyrus. Raven shrugged.
"Don't mention it," She said as Papyrus walked out of the store clutching the cookbook, Sans looked to Raven with surprise. Raven looked back and laughed, "Seriously don't, she'll be lecturing for hours if she finds out."
"Won't you get fired for that?" Sans asked, Raven shook her head.
"Not if she doesn't find out." She said propping her elbow on the counter and placing her chin in her hand. "So let's keep this secret kay?"
Raven gave him a wink, and she swore she saw what looked like a faint blueish color spread across Sans' cheek bones. "We'll call it even. Since my cat got you all wet yesterday."
"Yaknow, you're all right." he said then turned to leave. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Raven. "Are you doing anything later?"
"Sadly I'm here until closing." She said plainly. She knew what he was doing, and while, it would certainly be nice to talk to someone—especially someone who didn't know about her past—it seemed strange. Rave had been screwed over too often by people she thought she could trust, and while Sans seemed like a nice guy, all her previous betrayals left her a little paranoid. So instead she chose to shrug him off rather than make a new friend. Leland probably wouldn't like that much, and would probably say that Raven was still letting her past effect her future, but it was better than getting hurt in the end. And worst of all, she actually felt guilty about it, as she saw the disappointed look on his face. However, it quickly changed back into a grin as he shrugged and walked out the door.
"Well, have a magical time working then." He said, then left. Raven waved a halfhearted goodbye before she paused. Her heart raced as she jumped over the counter and ran outside.
"What did you say?" She shouted, only to see that the skeleton brothers had disappeared. Sans' departing words echoing in her head. One word in particular stood out. "Magical."
~0~
"Raven, I think you're being paranoid." Leland said as Raven explained the details of the before. She shook her head.
"That's a hell of a thing for a therapist to say." She snapped, as she nervously dug her black painted nails into the upholstery of the chair she sat in. She scowled at the Good Doctor as she felt her anger rising and with it the burning sensation around her neck. Dr. Leland scowled back at her.
"I say that because I think that you are; You're allowing a word paint your vision of this person—sorry monster person, all wrong." She explained as she sat calmly behind her desk.
"I'm not wrong. Everything feels off." Raven said as she stood, forcing Cherie off her lap. Cherie grumbled and took Raven's place in the chair as she moved behind said chair and began to pace. "I don't think he's who he says he is."
"And who do you think he is Raven?" Leland asked as she watched Raven walk back and forth running her hand through her hair while her other hand picked at her bottom lip. Smearing her fingers with black lipstick.
"There's only one person who would pretend to be someone else to get to me..." Raven mumbled as she rested the hand that was previously combing through her hair on the back of her neck.
"And they are..?" Leland pressed, though she already knew who Raven had in mind.
"Klarion." She hissed as she turned to face Leland and slammed both hands against the back rest of the chair she had been sitting in. Cherie jumped in surprise, while Leland only sighed.
"Raven, I'm going to need you to calm down." She said.
"I can't calm down!" Raven shouted the heat around her neck rising with her temper, "It wouldn't be the first time he's done it! He's pretended to be someone else twice, so why wouldn't he—"
"Miss Blu, I will ask you one more time to calm down before I call security." Leland said interrupted. Raven stopped and looked to the doctor as the Good Doctor then said sternly, "Breathe."
"I'm sorry." Raven mumbled as she took a deep breath and imagined her anger melting away. As her anger began to cool so too did the gold metal collar around her neck. She then picked up Cherie and sat back down. Raven looked down at the black mary jane platform shoes she had chosen to wear that day and repeated, "I'm sorry."
Dr. Leland let out a breath, "Now. Raven, I want you to explain to me calmly, what makes you think this Sans person is just Klarion in disguise."
"I...I don't know..."She mumbled, holding Cherie close as he purred reassuring her that everything was OK. She then looked up and Dr. Leland and said, "M-maybe...maybe you're right. And I am paranoid. After all, it's been a while since I saw the devil haired bastard."
Dr. Leland said nothing merely nodded as Raven continued.
"I mean, why would he show up all of a sudden now right?" She asked with a nervous laugh "I mean, I went through literal hell and back to get away from him. And christ, I doubt he'd take up the form of a pudgy skeleton to get my attention. He's way too full of himself to do that."
"Well, I'm glad to see you reason that out for yourself Raven." Leland said with a small smile, "You shouldn't allow your past to effect the here and now."
"Yaknow, I had a feeling you'd say that." Raven laughed, finally calming down. Leland laughed in return and shook her head before folding her hands together and looking at the young goth woman.
"Well I stand by what I say." She said, "You've changed a lot since you first stepped foot into my office. I'd say it's for the better too."
"I don't know about that." Raven muttered, "I'm still angry as ever."
"I believe that comes from not mingling with other people." Dr. Leland said as she adjusted her glasses, "I recommend you get out of your house for something other than work and our weekly sessions and meet people."
"How? Everyone within the four major cities knows who I am. And if on some small off chance they don't It's not as though there are people just dying to meet a girl who dresses like I do." Raven said waving her hand over herself. As usual she was dressed in all black. This time in a black and dark blue tartan skirt with a set of handcuffs hanging from its belt loops and a black semi-backless shirt that tied around her neck and her upper back with a purple bat decorating the front.
"You mentioned before that this Sans didn't have much of a reaction." Leland offered. "I'm not saying that you should change who you are Raven, but you really should change how you look at people. And I think this Sans you mentioned would be a perfect start."
"...Maybe..." Was all Raven could muster up for a response.
"You took a chance and walked to your session last week and that turned out well." Leland reminded her. "You never know. This skeleton person may end up becoming a good friend to you."
"If I ever see him again." Raven mumbled. Leland laughed.
"You've seen him twice so far, these things often come in threes." She said as she stood, Raven followed suit, "If you haven't managed to run into him by our next session, then I'll admit defeat. How's that?"
Raven laughed as she and Leland walked to the door of her office, "Sure thing Doc. See you next week."
"I would have to agree with the good doctor on this one Raven dearest." Cherie purred from Raven's shoulders as they walked down the stairs of the building Dr. Leland's office occupied. Raven cocked an eyebrow.
"On which part Cherie?" She asked as she reached the landing of the second floor.(leland's office was on the third) Cherie flicked his tail as he wrapped it around her neck.
"The part of you being paranoid." he said plainly, Raven scowled. "Think about it for a moment, Raven dearest. If it were Klarion in disguise, do you not think you would have been able to sense his presence?"
"Fate's collar screws with my magic Cherie. Who knows what all I'm missing out on besides casting offensive spells." She grumbled. She really hated Nabu for placing that collar on her, in fact she had been quite vehement about not having it placed on her, by someone she hated. The Justice league had tried everything they could to get her to cooperate, but to no avail. In the end it was Giovanni Zatara (Zatanna's father, who was still at that time possessed by Nabu's Helmet of Fate.)who managed to talk her into it. It had also been Giovanni who placed the collar on her.
"Raven lovely, even if that were the case, there was no snooty companion." Cherie purred. Raven stopped as she reached the first floor. The magical familiar had a point, even if Klarion had changed his form to trick her, he still needed his familiar. Teekl was always a dead give away, he couldn't never stray too far from his master. He was the focal point to his being in Gotham. Without him Klarion would be thrown back to whatever he came from. So then, Sans really couldn't be Klarion in disguise.
"Precisely. There is nothing to fear my dear." He said nuzzling Raven's face. She smiled happily.
"There's still no guarantee I'll see him again." Raven said as she looked to Cherie and pushed the door open. She hadn't been paying attention as she walked out, she was just so happy all of a sudden, having come to the conclusion on her own—well with the help of Cherie. She hadn't been paying attention to where she was going, until she collided with something and landed on the floor. She let out a groan of annoyance as she sat up, holding her head. Suddenly annoyed she felt the collar around her neck heat up.
"Watch where—"
"You ok?" a familiar voice questioned, Raven stopped and looked up to see a familiar grin.
"S-sans?"
"Hey Raven, fancy bumping into you." He said then laughed at his own terrible pun as he held out his hand to help her stand. "What're you doin' here?"
"I could ask you the same thing." She said as she stood. Cursing the Good Doctor for jinxing her. If she didn't know any better she would have sworn this had been set up, "I thought you didn't get out of the GMD much?"
"I'm working." He said, "Paps has been hounding me to get off my lazy bones."
Raven stared for a moment, contemplating. It couldn't be a coincidence that Sans just so happened to show up at the building she received therapy from. She debated asking what he did, when she noticed he actually had some kind of a uniform on. She used the term lightly as it just consisted of a white T-shirt that read "Dick's Market delivery*."
"So he is a delivery boy? How amusing." Cherie laughed. Raven ignored him as she stood silently.
"Uh, Raven?" Sans called, snapping Raven from her train of thought.
'Oh fuck it.' she said to herself as she decided to take another risk. She then asked shyly, "Hey, uh, Sans...are you doing anything later?"
Wow, I'm actually surprised I've had two long chapters in a row. Usually they're pretty short. So just to clarify, (GMD) stands for Gotham Monster District. I didn't know if I had covered that or not as for (*) There's actually a store called Dick's Market in my home town. I don't think they do deliveries though. I haven't been to that store since my high school days. Maybe I should take a trip down there at some point. Anyway if you've come this far, maybe you'll be willing to do a little farther. Leave a review telling me what you think of my story, even if it's negative criticism. Reviews are what keep these stories alive, so don't be shy and I'll see you next time!
