His arms wrapped around your waist. You snuggled closer, murmuring that the sun was too bright.
"That's how it's supposed to be, Y/N," he chuckled in amusement. He went on to describe how bright it was, going into a tangent that involved too many scientific terms for you to understand. You reluctantly agreed as he pulled you closer into his arms. You wanted to stay like this forever. You peered up at his face.
Calvin's features softened as he fell asleep. You didn't know what compelled you but you needed to tell him to never leave your side. To let you help him when he broke down.
You had the terrible feeling that if you didn't now then someday he will d
...
You woke up with a cold sweat. The smell of rust and salt still lingered in your nose and you picture Calvin choking on his own blood... You heled back a sob.
Just another memory turned nightmare. You've had them for a couple a days now since you first arrived at the Christmas house. The nickname suited it well, but Mettaton just called it The Skelebro's house. That didn't sound as welcoming to you. Undyne and Alphys no longer stayed here with you, but Mettaton did.
"Where do live?" You asked.
"Too small of a place for both of us, honey," he smiled lightly. You felt like he was hiding something but you didn't ask anymore.
Mettaton said that the 'boss' would like you to stay here if he knew what was going on but also that he wouldn't leave you by yourself until he did. You agreed - you didn't want to be alone.
The more time you spent here, the more you realized that this really was a mafia boss' house. The kitchen had plenty of wine cabinet and hard liquor; there was poker, dinamoes, and other gambling games under the round dining table; every so often you'd run into a pack of bullets... the house was littered with evidence. You try to convince Mettaton to let you pay your keep.
Something tells you that this 'Sans' guy wouldn't take too kindly to a stranger living in his house.
"Absolutely not." Mettaton sipped his coffee while you drank hot cocoa. You squirmed.
"I can't just wait around until he gets home..." you murmured.
"Actually," he poured some creamer into his own cup, "He's coming home tomorrow morning."
"W-What?"
"Darling, you have nothing to worry about." He smiled, "Uncle Mettaton's got it covered."
"He's gonna kill me...," you muttered under your breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." The rest of the morning went on like that; you trying to convince Mettaton to let you work just one last night and him refusing. You had a bad feeling at the pit of your stomach that staying here wasn't going to be free. Of course, you couldn't apply anywhere; your name was plastered everywhere as you were reported 'missing.' But you didn't want to be found. Not yet, anyway.
You sat on the couch boredly watching TV. What did a mafia boss do in his free time anyway? Besides gamble, drink, and have sex... was it worth it? A hard knock interuppted your thoughts and you opened the door to see Undyne.
"Hey, kid, what's up?" She grinned and went inside, plopping on the couch.
"Just waiting until Mettaton gets back." You mumble shyly; you didn't know her too well.
"Of course." Undyne flipped through the channels until she found WWE and put her arm at the back of the couch. "He's such a sell-out."
"Undyne," you sat next to her. She hummed without looking at you. "What will Sans do when he finds out about me?"
"Let's just say," she paused, "You better have something to show for it."
"I have to pay him back." Dread scrambled around your insides.
"Bingo. This place ain't for free, kiddo," she chuckled. "I'd suggest you get some green real quick..."
"He wouldn't hurt me, w-would he?" you stuttered nervously. You pondered the ways you could show your worth: inevitably, it would be your prositution record. You felt yourself breaking down.
"No," she muttered, "Not with MTT around... but who knows what he'd do with you alone."
You shuddered. No. You wouldn't let that happen to you.
"The thing is, sweetie, Sans isn't too fond of strangers staying in his home," Undyne continued, "He's got that competition to look out for... and this place gots too many secrets."
She realized a mistake she made; her eyes locked onto yours. "Don't get any ideas."
"Wouldn't dream of it," your breath shook. Undyne grunted. "Of course you wouldn't; it'd be your funeral."
You swallowed hard; a plan began to develop in your mind. Tonight, you would go out and get the money you needed to pay them back. Then maybe they'd let you go without a hitch. Undyne soon left an hojr later, saying something like you could take care of yourself.
Finally, you were left to your own devices you. You lightly touched the wall with the tips of your fingers as you walked into the hallway. There were a few doors along each side - it wasn't a huge mansion of a house, but it did have size. Two other hallways were on each side as you reached the end. A nice staircase was in the middle, built sideways. Maybe it leads to that balcony..., you thought.
Curiosity got the best of you; your legs climbed the stairs seemingly on their own free will. When you reached the top, there were only two rooms. The first one had a sign saying "The Great Papyrus' Room!" It had stickers of sniper rifles and child-like drawings. You decided to ignore it. Next to it was another door... it was plain and matched the house. But as you got closer, a weird sensation stopped you. It felt like static but more painful... You didn't like it and decided not to go any further, fearing that it would get worse.
Last you heard of, it was uncommon for monsters to have magic... The government had created a device that forced it out of them a long time ago. Maybe these people were stronger than that...
You turned away. The nice balcony you saw when you first got here was enclosed by large glass doors. You opened them and stepped into the cool air. Ketchup bottles littered the floor; a stack of books - titled "The Nature of Physics," "The Holocaust," "World War II: An Era of Deception," among others - unsteadily stood in a corner. You looked out into the woods. The balcony was high enough to see any approaching cars from half a mile. You scanned the area, spotting a lake in the distance among other strange houses. You turned your head then nearly shrieked.
A sniper gun pointed right at you. It was scratched and had old stickers on it, similar to the ones on Papyrus' door, which somehow made it more menacing.
Just another reason why you weren't welcome here. You quickly left the balcony as silently as you came.
Night fell upon the dreary sunset. Your nerves twitched beneath your skin. Everything paranoid you. You couldn't sleep in the bed anymore - it wasn't yours. You couldn't eat food that belonged to someone ruthless that might kill you. You felt like a more logical version of Goldilocks.
The circumstances told you to stay here; Mettaton believed he could convince a mafia boss to spare you, but you won't put your faith in that. Luckily, he didn't work tonight; which surprised you. Weren't robots full of energy?
"No darling, I have to recharge," he chuckled when you asked. You flushed in embarrassment. He then proceeded to lay on the couch, pulling a large charger-thing from his black bag.
"How long will you be, uh, asleep?" You twiddled your fingers.
"Until morning," he muttered, pluging his device into his arm, "I want you to be good until then. And do not wander the halls... Sans would be very angry if he found out."
"O-Okay." You chewed on your cheek. Just your luck.
"Alright then," he placed a sleeping mask over his eyes. You frowned, "Goodnight darling~"
Crickets chirped outside your window. Your curled your legs against your chest, staring through the open blinds into blackness. The soft satin of your bed comforted you, tempting you to lay there and sleep the night away. But you couldn't. You swung your legs over the bed and fished out your phone; luckily, your month was yet to be over. To be honest, you were a little apprehensive about meeting your first client. Having sex nearly everyday for the past year had really taken a toll on you... your limbido really disgusted you. Plus, you really needed the money.
Tomight was your last night; then maybe, just maybe, you could make a life for yourself... You wouldn't burden Mettaton or anyone anymore.
You quietly tiptoed past the 'charging' Mettaton and unlocked the door. You stepped out with a small bag in your hand to carry your stuff, locking it back up. He must understand what was at stake here. You had to take a chance.
You called a cab and waited. Luckily, you had managed to dig out 25 bucks from pockets and a few old wallets. The night made you anxious and you wondered if any monsters were watching you right now... The cab pulled up and you got in.
The speed of the car hummed beneath your feet and the city lights radiated along the sleekness of the yellow car. You checked yourself in the mirror, making sure your wig was in place and suitable for the night. Soon the cab pulled in to a rather sketchy area - there were a few liquor stores around the area, a few bars and resturants, and even a mini casino. It was perfect for anyone lookng for some dirty money.
You paid the driver with an added tip and he sped away. The sidewalk had plenty of other prositutes, and smugglers. There were several alleyways where transactions were taking place. You chose a spot to wait until someone noticed you.
Throughout the night, you encountered a few men asking for your services; most of them only wanted a blowjob or a handjob from you, which you eagerly oblidged. You ended up with around $120 bucks, but that wasn't enough. You waited.
A sleek black car pulled up along the curb. Most of the men eyed the car wearily, like they did anything else. It looked more expensive than regular cars and you decided that, hey, maybe you could make some good money if you played your cards right.
You stepped up to the car patiently as he rolled down his window. You flashed him a grin, leaning on the window with lidded eyes.
"Hey, sweetie, what's your name?" You smiled. You couldn't see him in the dark, but his jaw was sharp and smooth. It kinda excited you.
"take a guess." He scoffed, uninterested.
"Mhm, a man of mystery, eh?" You cooed, "I like that. Say, how would you like to spend a night with me?"
"doll," he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. Your blood ran cold... they were pearly white... "i'd break you like a twig if i did."
You flinched, stepping back. A predatory grin was plastered on his face; your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness... he was a skeleton?! As if he knew what you were thinking, he winked at you. H-How the fuck can he...?
"get lost," his smile grew tight and his eyes darkened fully. "i got business to take care of and it ain't with no whore like you."
Your legs shook as you backed away, "M-My apologies..." You tightened the grip on your bag and walked to the nearest bar.
