A/N Well, I'm proud of myself. 1,205 words, woo! It seems that each time I post I get slightly more words. I went fromm 600, to 800, to 1,200! Yay! So, thank for
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I really hate driving. I mean, I'll do it if I have to, but I'll walk if I can. That's why I walk home the half-mile from work. But, you see, most of the time, I work later shifts. Like today, I was walking home with my tip from Sans at 9:00 in a not too great town. As I was walking, I felt like something was watching me. I pretended to drop something just as an excuse to get a glance behind me. Just as I thought, there was a dark figure a few yards away. I stood up again and picked up the pace, and I heard footsteps behind me, getting louder and louder. Not wanting to be raped or something, I started sprinting, as I could see my apartment complex right there. I burst through the gate, through the main office, and into my room, locking the door. "Welp... that was close..." I mumbled collapsing on the couch.
Getting up in the morning was hard, but necessary. Today was my last day of work before my 3-day weekend, so I had to show up. I got up and winced. Why did my neck hurt so much? I looked around and realized that I had fallen asleep on my couch. Checking my phone, I found that I had woken up 30 minutes earlier than I was supposed to. Glancing at the table, I saw my roommate's purse, confirming that she was home. "Thanks for letting me sleep here," I mumbled, slightly bitter. I sleepily and painfully got out of bed, walking to my room to get ready for work.
I parked my car in front of the building, wanting to not walk home, especially because I was working until 11. When I got inside, I tried to quickly walk to the bathroom to change. A voice stopped me; "Rosey, honey!" I internally groaned. "Hey Arica. What's up?" I smiled forcefully. "Besides your weight? Nothing much." I laughed harshly. "Great, now I gotta go change, so bye," I said quickly, starting to walk again. "You'll look better in those crop tops if you loose a few! Bye-bye!" she yelled after me. I didn't know why she said stuff like that to me. I was skinny, fit, and I could run a mile in six minutes. But, you know, when someone constantly talks bad about you, a tiny bit of your brain will believe them.
"Sup, Grillby?" I mumbled, walking through the back door of my mini home. Yawning, I modestly tugged down my crop top, thanking God that there were heaters in the restaurant. I started drifting off to sleep just when the bell on the door sounded and a familiar booming voice started talking. "I DON'T SEE WHY YOU WOULD WANT TO COME HERE TWO DAYS IN A ROW, BROTHER, BUT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM HAPPY TO TRY SOME MORE OF CHEF ANGIE'S AMAZING SPAGHETTI!" I smiled, thinking that I would finally be able to make up the tip he gave me the day before. "'Sup?" a voice mumbled in front of me, causing me to jump up. "Oh, hey, Sans! What would you like?" I asked, gesturing to a large menu behind me. "I'll have a plain 'burg with extra ketchup, please." he said, a light blue dusting his cheeks when he made eye contact with me. "Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday. My boss' brother is here to cover while my actual boss is sick, so I have to deal with his shi- bad attitude." Hearing the skeleton snicker, I looked up questioningly. "It seems like your boss was being a... bonehead," he replied, holding back his laughter. Did he just... I bursted out laughing. "If I had known you would make great puns like that, I never would have left." I smiled, putting a piece of paper with his order through a hidden window to go to my cook. "So, what brings you to this fine establishment?" I asked, leaning slightly on the counter. "It's one of the only places that'll allow monsters, these days." his seemingly permanent smile dipped down at that, but he quickly got it back. "Plus Paps heard that they have spaghetti, so he and his friend, er, Undyne, decided to come." I smiles when he said that. "Ya, Angela is the best." I heard a bell behind me, so I turned to grab Sans' order, along with a bottle of ketchup. "Bone appetit!" I joked, setting both items on the table. "How did you know..?" he questioned when I sat the bottle down next to him. "Grillby told me, he said that you were friends?" I asked, always wanting to know more about my costumers. "Ya, I went to his place all the time in the Underground. 's a shame he had to shut it down," he said, looking a bit bitter.
"So, 've noticed two things about you that I wanna ask you 'bout, you mind?" After I shook my head no, he went on. "First, why are you even ok with talking to me?" I laughed a bit at this, causing him to shoot me a look of confusion. "Because you're exactly like us, just from a different place, and just looking a bit different," I responded, not even hesitating, as I had said this many times before. "'Mk then, second thing, what's with the whole almost cursing thing?" I must have made an ugly face because he snickered a little bit. "My room mate said that I cursed too much and put a f- stupid 'swear jar' where you have to pay a dollar every time you swear. I try not to get in the habit of being able to curse at work because I don't want something to slip out at home," I told him, laughing at myself for almost cursing. "Hm, k," was all he said. I must have been talking for a while because I looked and saw that he was done eating. Darn, I didn't even get to see him open his mouth... "I'd love to fibula to you, friend, but that meal wasn't free," I winked, handing Sans the bill. He gave me the money and stood up. "Tibia honest, I had a pretty good time. 'll come back as soon as I can." His smile somehow got bigger as I laughed and he winked at me. Wait what? He's a skeleton, how did he wink? Oh well.
I waved him goodbye, sitting back down and relaxing. I watched him reunite with his brother, who, I know, amazingly whispered something to him. Sans glanced back at me, his face erupting in blue. Hm, cute. I stood up again when Sans came back, looking around. "Uh... hey, Rose? I seemed to have lost my number. Can I have yours?" I rolled my eyes and handed over my phone. "Pick up lines, nice." When he handed back my phone, I texted him a pun just so he would know it was me. "I'll see you around, bonehead," I said as I waved to him. I saw him look down at his phone while he was leaving, and a minute later, I got a pun back from "The Skele-pun master."
So, it's summer! I may be able to post more, but don't get your hopes up. I will try to keep my every Friday goal, so there's that. If you find any mistakes that passed my eye, please let me know! I already have a plan for the next chapter... so maybe it will come early? Idk. One thing, there's going to be a song in the next one, so I was wondering if I should just put the first few and last lines, or if you want me to do the whole song. Thanks for reading, and I'll se you hopefully next Friday, but maybe earlier! Byesies!