***Hello, everyone! I'm trying to get back to all of my stories on here. This story, along with Family of SOULs, is probably one of the trickiest ones I've ever written for the reason that I've never written a thing like it in my life. I started on it last night, but I got kinda sick and went to bed. But I finished it today, and here I am! So, Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, Toriel, and Grillby belong to Toby Fox, Kabel and anyone else belong to me, and let's roll!
Chapter Fourteen: Will You Try?
Everyone was silent for ages after the outburst.
"Are ya happy? That's my whole story for all of you to hear. Sans and Papyrus are kinda mixed in too, but they hate me now, I'm sure of it. I'm a half-blind, drug-addicted, good-for-nothing liar. Broken. If you wanna take me to jail... I don't care. They'd probably like me more there than anyone in this room ever has and ever will. And throwing me in the nuthouse won't do a single thing for me, except make me worse," Kabel said.
She dropped her cigarette butt on the floor and walked to lean against the wall with crossed arms. Her boots were much louder than they should've been against the hardwood floor.
Everyone was completely silent for the longest time. Eventually, someone did step forward. Papyrus walked over and put his hands on his sister's shoulders.
"You can still be good. Everyone can," he said, his tone uncharacteristically solemn. But his expression showed that he meant it.
"Paps, I can't. You heard me, didn't you? I've told you time and time again. I can't be good," Kabel said grimly. She was picked up by her underarms so suddenly that she let out an undignified yelp.. Granted, she wasn't picked up very high off the ground, but it was still a shock.
"Now, you listen, Serifa. I have believed in everyone. Sans, the human, anyone and everyone who I meet. The Great Papyrus is no idiot. I've met people who are bad, and have seen people who are bad. You may think you're broken, but you're not broken forever. I, the Great Papyrus, still believe in you," Papyrus said. He looked like he was about to cry, he got so into it. "You're my sister. And I love you."
He let Kabel drop to the ground before he walked back to where he had been. Frisk had to given him a comforting hug.
Kabel looked over at her oldest brother. "You got any smart-mouthed comments for me?" she asked grimly.
"It depends. You gonna burn me again?" Sans retorted.
"Spit it out and we'll see," Kabel said.
"All I'm thinking is, I don't even know if I can trust you. You've told so many lies, you make Alphys look like a truther. Frisk will know it, but I placed my trust in lots of things. And it's been broken, time and time and time again. That's why I don't like to make promises... they usually end up in me getting boned over," Sans said.
Kabel looked over and Toriel, Frisk, and Papyrus. "So how come you spill everything to these guys so easily?" she asked.
"Paps is our brother, and the only family we have left. I'd do anything for him. Frisk... I didn't trust them at first because they're a human. And they did a lot of bad stuff that made me lose my trust for a while. But now, I love 'em like they're my own. Tori, well, you can't stop true love. Granted, it took me a while to find the courage to marry her. But I did. Sis, you ruined it for me," Sans explained.
Kabel sighed. She sat down on the couch, rubbing at her face. It was when she felt fire-made arms around her that she snapped out of the daze that her outburst brought her into.
"Grillby, what the frick are you doing?" she asked.
"You act like I don't love you any more," Grillby said.
"Did you not just hear legitimately any of what she said?" Sans asked.
"You shut up," Grillby replied. For someone as soft-spoken and well-mannered as he was, that was a shock to hear. Especially since he was talking to his best friend.
"So, you believe that she can be good as well?" Papyrus asked, hope in his eye sockets.
"Yes," Grillby agreed.
Now that was something that hit harder. Kabel crossed her arms, looking to the floor. But Grillby turned her head to the side gently and kissed her.
"I have a question."
Everyone looked over to Frisk, who was that one that had spoken. They walked over to the youngest of the skeletal siblings.
"Yeah?" Kabel asked. She moved further into Grillby's hold, lighting a cigarette off of his hand.
"I've been thinking about this. But can you really not be good..." Frisk began,
"...or do you just not want to try?"
***And... I'm going to have to leave you there. Be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!