***Hello, everyone! I'm sorry for the delay in this, but if any story has given me writer's block, then it's this one. But I put some time into it, and I think I pulled it off. Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, and Toriel belong to Toby Fox, Kabel belongs to me, and let's jump right in!
Chapter Eleven: Stabbed In The Rib Cage
It was late at night, so Grillby drove Kabel home.
"Thanks for letting me talk to you. I really needed it," Kabel said. "Any time. You have my number if you need me. Have a good night," Grillby said. So, Kabel got out of his car.
After she was alone, she went inside. She checked the time; nearly midnight. She had no doubt that everyone else in the house was asleep. So that's why she was surprised to hear voices. She'd heard them right when she was about to walk by Sans and Toriel's room. So, she stopped dead in her tracks, just to be quiet and listen.
"...so, you really feel that strongly about her, eh?" Sans asked. Kabel knew already that she was the one being referenced to.
"Yes! She's rude, she's crass, she refused my rule-my simple rule-of keeping her smoking outside, and she always has that nasty scent of cigarettes lingering on her!" Toriel ranted.
Kabel nodded; yep, definitely her. But what she heard next was the shocker.
"Wow, and you didn't even know about her arrests," Sans said.
Kabel's eye sockets widened. Don't you dare. I swear to God, if you tell her about my prison time... she thought.
"I'm sorry, she was arrested?" Toriel asked. "Yep," Sans said. Then, he relayed the story of both times his sister was arrested.
Kabel was practically trembling with her anger as she heard the story. At last, she had to storm away, her combat boots plunking against the floor. She went to her room and slammed the door shut. Cursing under her breath, she opened the window and started smoking until she was relaxed.
But she was not going to let this go.
XxX
Sans was watching TV the next day until his vision of the screen was obstructed.
"Hey, uh, sis? You can't spell 'television' without 'vision', and you're blocking mine. So could you move a bit?" he asked.
Kabel turned the TV off and stood over him. "And you said that we would keep my skeletons in the closet," she said.
Sans raised a browbone. "Tibia honest, I have literally no idea what you're talking about. If it's something I did, then I forgot about it. Like the bonehead I am," he said.
"You were the one who said we'd keep what I talked about yesterday a secret. But I heard you tell Toriel every single detail about my arrests. I trusted you with those secrets. And you turned around and told Toriel after I was gone!" Kabel elaborated.
Sans crossed his arms. "If you trusted us, then you wouldn't have lied to us like ya did," he said.
"I do trust you! I just knew that I had to stretch the truth a little and get a decent reputation, or else I'd really be living at the dump," Kabel said.
"A little? You're practically a whole other person. Maybe you should go teach Alphys-remember her?-about your lying skills. Either that, or get a shrink. The cigarettes can only do so much," Sans said.
Kabel was fed up at that. She reached into her bag and lit a cigarette. "Here. Why don't you have a taste of just what these can do!" Then, she grabbed Sans by the collar and dragged the lit end down his cheek bone, slowly leaving a harsh burn mark. When she pulled away, she started smoking it.
Sans' eye socket lit up, and he had a bone in his hand. "Y'know, Serifa," he said, "you'd better be glad that I don't lose HP unless it's an actual fight. Otherwise, I'd be dead where I'm sitting. But it's my turn now." Then, he pulled Kabel's sweater up and used the bone in his hand to break off a piece of her rib, perfectly matching the piece she'd cut off herself. "Might as well be symmetrical," Sans said.
Kabel was holding back tears, trying not to cry.
"Go ahead, sis. Cry. You're not as strong as you claim to be. You just act like it. If you are, then I'm honestly impressed. Especially since we've all been stabbed in the rib cage a time or two. Or twelve... hundred," Sans said.
Kabel gritted her teeth. "Shut up, ya scrub!" she snapped.
"Ahem."
Brother and sister stopped dead in their fight and looked over.
Toriel, Frisk, and Papyrus.
"How much did you see?" Sans asked.
"Enough to have the last straw broken. Kabel, you are out of the house," Toriel decided.
"Your house, your rules, Tori," Sans agreed, walking over to his wife. Although he was healed, there was still a scar on his cheek bone.
Frisk clung to Toriel's hand. "If it means you stop fighting," they said quietly.
"No. No, no, no. I, the Great Papyrus, insist that Kabel stays here! She can be good. She... she just has to try," Papyrus reasoned, hugging his sister.
Kabel winced as he touched her broken rib. She pulled his arms off of her gently. "I'm sorry. But they're right. I'm beyond being good. I can't do it. I'll be out by tonight," she said simply.
"But where are you going to stay?" Papyrus asked. Kabel only had to think for a few moments.
"I have an idea."
XxX
Kabel rang the doorbell a few times. Grillby eventually did come down. "Oh! Hey," he said.
"Hey. I know this is sudden, but... do you mind if I stay here? Just for a little while. I got kicked out of Sans and Papyrus' house, and I need a spot. At least, for now," Kabel said.
Grillby let it sink in that he was letting the only other romantic partner he'd had in years in to stay with him. "Er, sure. I'm sure I can find a spot. The house isn't too big, but that doesn't matter, really," he said.
Kabel shifted her backpack on her shoulders (she didn't have much) and grinned. "You're a lifesaver," she said.
Grillby put his arm around her, but pulled back when he saw her wince. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.
"Nah, it's just a sore spot. I'll live," Kabel promised. She would've been biting down on her tongue, if she had one permanently. Her injured rib hurt.
"What happened?" Grillby asked.
Kabel sighed. "I don't wanna get into it. Let's go inside."
XxX
That night came. Grillby and Kabel wound up together in the bed.
They had both agreed that holding onto each other was fine, but Kabel had specified where her broken rib was, and Grillby had promised to be as careful as he could be.
So, the two were fast asleep together. The gentle heat of Grillby's flames were enough to lull Kabel right into an easy but sound sleep. Until her phone buzzed at about one in the morning from where it was charging on the nightstand. She reached over and checked it.
It was a text from Papyrus. And it only had five words:
I will bring you home.
***To clarify: Grillby and Kabel didn't have sexy time, they just wound up sharing a bed. But I don't have too much time to talk, because I feel like crap and my laptop's about to die. So be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!