Birdie winced as they took in their yard. It was much worse than when they first saw it last week. There was a stone fence surrounding the overgrown garden, and the majority of the house was rotting. It was going to have to be completely rebuilt. Bride felt faint at the mere thought of how much it was going to cost.

G let out a low whistle, "damn, i thought sugar was exaggerating."

"i swear it didn't look this bad last time i was here." Birdie whispered, covering their mouth as they grimaced.

"wasn't it also fuck-off early in the morning?" G gave them a look, "weren't you also slowly dying from stab wounds you still won't tell us about?"

Birdie waved a dismissive hand at that, "shut your face."

G snickered at the look on their face.

Birdie rolled their eyes and turned to look at their immediate front yard. An ancient stone fence sectioned off a large portion of the front yard. It had definitely been a garden at one point, but the fence was falling apart, and the garden wasn't much of a garden anymore. There were a ton of weeds growing in it, some of it may be forage-able but they didn't know which ones were edible and which ones weren't. That would be another thing to look into.

The trees stood high and proud, casting long shadows. The majority of the front yard was shaded in the early morning, save for golden speckles. Mushrooms grew at the base of a few trees, and Birdie could make out a few birds nests. They would have to keep an eye on those, and probably put up a couple scarecrows.

Birdie pulled out the small notepad and pencil Sugar had given them and began writing:

- Weeds

- Fence

- Scarecrow

Sighing, they turned around and looked at the house. The stairs were falling apart, and Birdie was incredibly surprised that they hadn't broken them when they had walked into the house their first night here. The front porch had more holes than they cared to count, and the door was in worse shape than they had thought.

Grass rustled aggressively behind them as they stepped onto the steps. Birdie stiffened as it creaked ominously, and they felt G place a hand on their back.

"careful." he helpfully said, eyeing the house with caution.

The two grimaced as they walked in, the house was filthy, and Birdie could clearly make out their footprints leading to the chair. The floor was riddled with holes, and the floorboards creaked with every step they took.

G sneezed from the amount of dust in the air.

"fuckin' hell," he muttered, pressing closer to the human.

"what the fuck, what the fuck?" Birdie hissed out, startling as one of the cabinet doors fell off with a loud bang. "what the fuck?" They could just barely make out a scritch scritch scritch sound inside of the cabinets, and something moving under the floorboards. "what the fuuuuuck?"

"this whole place is going to have to be torn down and redone." G said, looking up at the ceiling.

"i don't suppose you happen to know anyone?" Birdie asked, looking up at him. They shuffled nervously at the expression on his face, even though he wasn't even looking at them.

"yeah," he gave a distracted answer, "two carpenters. I can introduce you after this." he made a noise of disgust as the house settled, dust falling from the rafters. "yikes."

Birdie resisted shuddering, just being in the house and seeing how gross it was made them feel disgusting.

The house fell completely silent, almost suspiciously so. The two shared a weary look.

There was a loud ominous creak, and suddenly Birdie was being pulled backwards into G's chest. The two of them watched the roof fall, seconds after finding them several feet away from the house. Birdie blinked a few times, adjusting their mind to being outside to suddenly.

Their stomach squeezed and lurched.

"easy." G said softly as the human sunk to the ground, watching as they paled.

"that's awful," they gasped, trying not to heave up their breakfast, "why."

Shivers wracked through them as their temperature shot up.

"okay, no more teleporting for you." G said, looking concerned for them, "lets… let's get you back to Doc."

Birdie shut their eyes to fight off the dizzy spell, and groaned. G gently lifted them and started walking back to the clinic.

"this sucks." G commented as they passed the bus stop, not sounding like he really meant it.

"you could always set me down." Birdie quietly grumbled at him, already wiggling to be let down. G adjusted his grip on them and kept walking.

"that's not what i mean," he huffed and rolled his eyes, "stop wiggling. i meant that paps and blue are probably going to tear the whole thing down and build a cabin from scratch. i doubt they're going to let you stay in anything less than perfection."

The bell at the top of the door jingled as it opened, the reception area completely empty.

"I'll be with you in a moment!" Doc called out from one of the rooms in the back.

"sounds like Doc's with a patient." G said, taking Birdie into the room on the right of the stairs, and set them on the counter. He went back into the reception area for a moment, grabbing a clipboard, then started searching through the drawers for a thermometer.

"are you still feeling nauseous? dizzy?" at Birdies confirmation, his ghostly hands took the clipboard and started writing.

"my stomach hurts too." Birdie said, leaning back and closed their eyes.

"al...right…" he opened the last drawer and perked up as he finally found what he was looking for. "perfect. open." he shoved the thermometer into their mouth, "that needs to go under your tongue."

Birdie listened to him muttering under his breath as he took the thermometer, before a loud ripping sound startled them awake. Ghostly golden hands wrapped a blood pressure cuff around their arm.

"If you'll follow me into here- oh!" Doc walked into the room, followed by a shorter skeleton wearing a blue plaid shirt, and a wrap around his arm. The new face blinked at the sight of the human and glanced at Doc.

"Birdie darling, are you okay?" Doc asked, patting their face and glancing them over. When he was satisfied that they didn't have any new injuries, he read over the clipboard.

"the house was a wreck, the roof collapsed." G distractedly said, poking at Birdies side. "i 'ported them out but they had a bad reaction to that."

As the two medical professionals started talking, Birdie looked over at the skeleton they haven't yet met, and uttered a quiet hello. The awkwardness between the two strangers was so thick, both of them were certain that it could be cut.

"Hello, I'm Blue," the skeleton introduced himself, giving the human a strained grin, "Sorry To Hear About Your House."