Birdie shut the water off, content with how much water was in the tub, and how hot it was. They had started rubbing shampoo into their hair when the door squeaked open, [Redacted] walked in and took off _ shirt.
Sharp claws ran through Birdie's hair, another set trailing along their legs. They moved towards the front of the tub so [Redacted] had space to get in too. Another hand scratched Birdies back, gentle not to break their skin.
"Hi darlin'," [Redacted] greeted softly, pressing _ face into Birdies soapy hair, "Long time no see."
"You saw me earlier," Birdie said, pushing their lover away from them so they could rinse off, "Is everything okay? Did you get into another fight with my brother?"
"Something like that," another hand rested on their waist, "You know I never meant to scare you, right?"
"If this is about last night, babe trust me I wasn't scared."
[Redacted] laughed, "Promise me you'll take care of yourself?"
"I can certainly do my best." Birdie said, turning around and pressing a kiss to-
Early morning light filtered through the living room curtains. Birdie sniffled, tears falling from their eyes. As they woke up more the dream faded away, leaving them with the feeling of losing something someone important. Sitting up, they wiped away their tears.
"Promise me?"
They stood up on shaky legs, and dug around their backpack, looking for a pair of pants to change in to. Tugging them on, they dug around a bit more and found their notebook and pencil. Leaving a message on the refrigerator, they slipped their shoes on and headed downstairs, out the front door with the faintest jingle of the bell.
Birdie walked down the road that was becoming more and more familiar to them with every step they took. Every crunch of a leaf brought them closer and closer to the cabin, to the garden, to what they hoped to call home soon.
Arriving, they sat down, back leaning against the stone fence that enclosed what would be the garden one day, and put their pencil to paper, jotting down half formed ideas, vague concepts of characters, tiny doodles of whatever came to mind, and began creating a short story.
A quarter of the notebook and two hours later, Birdie looked up and rolled their neck, feeling it pop from sitting in one position for such a long time. They nearly squeaked when they noticed Blue sitting next to them, lost in his own world sketching out more layout plans. They watched him doodle a for another minute, right up until Papyrus showed up, a large hammer in his hand.
He waved at them as he walked up the steps, and began demolishing the house. The wall came down with a loud crash, and a ton of dust. Birdie felt Blue jump beside them, looking up quickly. Another wall went down, and Papyrus cackled.
Blue glanced at Birdie, and held up his notepad, "Would you like to go over layouts while Papyrus demo's?"
"yeah, sure."
"DOC I LOST THE HUMAN AGAIN!"
A crash sounded from downstairs. G winced, he had completely forgotten that Doc had an appointment.
"THERE'S A HUMAN HERE?"
And Black sounded furious.
"ooh, I really like that-" Birdie looked up, just in time to watch G port in and immediately trip over a stray rock.
"birdie holy fuck," G crawled over to the too and sat next to Birdie, pressed up against them, "i've made a mistake."
"oh no," Birdie said, glancing around, then shrinking into their hoodie as they heard someone yelling before they could so whoever it was.
"Doc is trying to hold him back, but..." Birdie lifted their notebook as G decided to lay across their lap, "Black's too angry, and I don't think he's gonna stop until he finds you."
Blue groaned and facepalmed.
"you know that's not good, right? you know that's really not great?" Birdie slumped forward, pressing their face into G's back, "how could you do this to me?"
"i'm so sorry," there was a pause in conversation, "hey can i get up now?"
"no, if im getting yelled at you're staying."
"I'm going to help Papyrus with the house," Blue quickly got up as the yelling became more clear.
"-SUPPOSED TO CALL A TOWN MEETING! WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THEM FROM-" Birdie could only assume Black paused to let Doc speak, "I DON'T CARE! I HAVE TO LIVE IN THIS TOWN!"
"Can You Please Calm Down?" Doc spoke, exasperated, "You're Going To Terrify Them."
"GOOD."
"No, Not Good, They're Delicate," Birdie froze as they finally saw them, watching as Black looked at the house both pissed off and confused, "I Spent A Very Long Time Stitching Them Back Together And Getting Them Back Onto A Healthy Diet That Wont Kill Them. If You Fuck That Up..."
Black glared at Doc, marching right up to Birdie and G, who was still laying across their lap. Birdie tensed, mentally preparing themself for whatever Black wanted to yell at them about. His purple eyelights focused on them, his face twisting into a sneer. Puffing up, he crossed his arms and Birdie couldn't help notice how… would muscular be the right word?
"I Dont Know Who You Are, Or What You Think You're- Is That G's Hoodie?" Black stopped to look at them incredulously
"yeah i-i've been- um- staying with-with them f-for the last, uh, for the last… t-two weeks, I think, now," Birdie fidgeted with G's hand, curling his fingers into his palm, then smoothing them out.
"You're Shitting Me." he said blandly, his hands curling into fists.
"n-nope. i'm bar-barely clear-cleared to- um- leave the clinic," Birdie shrugged, immediately wanting to be anywhere but here.
"Two Weeks?" he whirled around to jab a finger into Docs chest, "TWO FUCKING WEEKS?! YOU'VE HAD THEM FOR TWO FUCKING WEEKS AND DIDN'T TELL FUCKING ANYONE?"
"Technically," Doc edged away from the small, furious skeleton, "Two weeks, and some days."
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"