Ever since the day that she had met Asriel, Tussie would sit in the green house whenever she wasn't in class, using the restroom, making food, or sleeping. She had really found herself a safe haven.

Maybe that's why this school had that name? Because there was a safe place for everyone at the school.

It had been a while since she saw Asriel, but he did have quite a bit of a busy schedule, and when they had spoken he had mentioned something about helping his parents out a lot?

But while he was away, she helped to take care of his flowers.

She'd come home sometimes with dirty paws and fur. She didn't really like getting dirty, but she wanted to help her friend.

That's what friends do, right?
She hummed to herself as she swept the floor up where she had accidentally knocked over some soil.

The door opened and she turned towards it, smiling wide. "A-asriel! Welcome back!" She stuttered through her lysp, putting the broom down. She moved close and saw the sweater that Asriel wore.

But she soon realized that it was Asriel.

"O-o-oh...Hello? M-may I help y-you…?" She backed away a bit and began to fidget, not sure who was in front of her.

Red eyes flashed in her direction, and a wide smile on thier face.

"Don't worry, child. I am just looking for my friend…"

Tussie let her head drop a bit, trying not to look them in the eyes. She didn't know why, but she felt unsafe.

"I guess he's not here...I'll be going…"

Tussie stayed as she was until she heard the door close and no longer felt eyes on her.

Who was that…?


It was happening again, wasn't it?

Papyrus had a skeletal hand to his sternum, looking down and seeing the orange glow of his soul begin to dim.

He was taking deep and shaky breaths. He didn't want this.

He didn't want this…

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back again the shower wall. Water was surrounding him inside and out. Usually he stopped the water from entering him with magic, but today he didn't really care.

He hoped that sans would stay away. He didn't want to harm him…

He took the bar of soap and lathered it in his hands, scrubbing at his bones.

After twenty minutes, he stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. The patterns of racecars and tracks on it made him shrug. He dried off his body and threw the towel across his shoulders, walking into his room.

He grabbed some black sweat pants and threw them on, looking at himself in the mirror briefly before throwing on a huge orange hooding.

His soul had gone from orange to almost yellow.


sans was working his shift at the bar later than night. He was an excellent mixologist, and he was a crowd favourite. He remembers his first day here; nervous but willing to learn. It took years for him to get where he was now.

Although he didn't work as often as he use too, it was still nice to get away from school and..well...the stress of what was happening to his brother.

In the corner of his eye socket, he noticed that the demon boy, Kraxver, was sitting by himself at a table, rolling himself a joint. He smirked and, seeing that he had no one waiting for drinks, decided to walk over and offer his services.

"hey krax. what would you be doing this fine evening?"

The demon looked up as he finished rolling the blunt. 'Oh. Hey.' He spoke into his mind, shrugging a bit as he leaned back. 'I really had nothing else to do, and I was told this was a good place to get stoned.' He was wearing a loose black muscle top with baggy loose jeans; very much so unlike what he'd normally wear. Or not. Whatever.

sans leaned over and passed him a small drink menu. 'while you're fucking your lungs, might as well fuck your liver too. friend's discount. just lemme know, kay?" Kraxver took the menu and looked it over, a smirk playing at his lips. 'Something sweet but will knock me on my ass would be great'

"comin' right up, champ."

sans walked back to the bar and made him a Sugar Skull Bomb; a mix of vodka, gin, pink lemonade and sugary syrup.

He brought the drink over to the demon and smiled, watching him take a long drag of the joint at his lips. Kraxver shifted his eyes over and offered the joint to him, along with 10G. Sans took the money, gave him the drink, and took the blunt, taking a quick drag. Grillby didn't mind a little puff or a drink here and there, as long as none of them were completely out of this world.

'thanks, champ. i needed that."

A hum from the demon as he scratched his broken horn. 'Hm...I hear ya.' He looked over at the bar to make sure he wasn't keeping sans. 'How's Papyrus doing?'

Sans shrugged a bit and put his hands in his pockets, grabbing out Kraxver's change. He handed it to him and frowned a little bit. "i dunno. we don't really know what we are dealing with yet, y'know?"

Nods of understanding were exchanged, and claps on the shoulders done.

Sans looked up and saw that there was a line starting to form, and a small glare from Grillby to get back there right now was happening.

"eh. i gotta get back. see ya champ." He bolted back towards the bar and Kraxver just let his eyes follow the smaller skeleton. He chuckled and hummed a bit. He was definitely good looking, but not sure if it was really ever going to get anywhere. He internally shrugged and sighed out.

He heard someone sit across from him and he turned, lifting a brow to the figure. They wore an orange hoodie and the hood was covering their face, but they smelled like pot. Seemed like his kinda guy.

"This seat taken?" The voice spoke out, it was a high voice but a bit gruffy as well. Kraxver shrugged and shook his head.

"Good. Great. Thanks man." The figure dug his hands in his pockets and pulled out a pipe, the bowl packed tight. Damn, this guy actually knew what he was doing.

He brought the pipe up, lit the bowl, and took a nice long hit. Letting the smoke blow out slowly, he let out a delighted sigh.

'So what brings you here?' Kraxver spoke into his mind, leaning back, his skin crawling with a nice buzz. A sigh left his lips as he took a sip of the drink that sans had brought over to him. Holy hell, was it ever good,

"Just...Needed to get out…"
Kraxver nodded, knowing what it was like to be cooped up. He offered his hand to the other, who quickly shrugged the hand away. He noticed as he pipe was brought back up the male was wearing gloves. He could only question it, and had also taken note the male kept his face hidden the entire time.

What was he hiding from?

"Well, I must be off. Take care, Kraxver."

He nodded as he watched the male walk out, before having a sudden realization that the make knew his name.

Yet he had never mentioned it to him before.

Wait...what he…?


A/N: Cuz I cannn, imma leave ya hanging. But I think it's obvious what's going on here. Eh? Eh? *grins*
Also, thank you so much everyone for the love, support, and reviews! Holy hell, I know im just coming back, but like...Im so shocked at the amount of people are even LIKING this!

Merci beaucoup, Really. Im having so much fun with this!