The sound of her alarm startled Grace right out of her sleep.
After recovering from her miniature heart attack, Grace smacked her hand on the off button. Gritting her teeth, she rubbed a hand over her face. She normally woke up before the thing went off, though she had been particularly tired from last night—
With a start, Grace remembered the two skeletons that had appeared in her room last night. Clenching her pillow, she squeezed her eyes shut and counted to three. It was just a dream, she told herself.
"what was that?"
Grace bristled a little, almost disbelieving as she cracked an eye open enough to see Sans looking around her room, obviously startled as he looked at her with wide eye-sockets (!?).
Nope. It had defiantly not been a dream. And now she was housing the skelebros like refugees.
"My alarm clock," Grace mumbled sleepily. "Argh, I don't want to get up." She pulled her blanket closer around her body. Why was it always so cold in the morning?
"SHE SOUNDS LIKE YOU, SANS." Came Papyrus's say in the matter. He seemed to be, somehow, unfazed by the alarm's beeping.
Chucking softly to herself, Grace rolled out of her bed, straightening her crumbled shirt and stifling a yawn. The other two were also getting to their feet, and she turned to study the pair for a moment. Her analytical gaze must have been a bit startling, because Sans suddenly snapped, "what?"
Grace shook her head. "I'm just trying to figure out what to do. You two won't exactly blend in here..." She was thrown from her train of thought by the sound of tapping on her door. Thinking quickly, Grace shoved the two skeletons into her closet and turned to see Zoã leaning against the doorframe.
"Morning," Zoã said. "Better get ready for school, Gracie. I already fed Max and I need to leave soon, so if you need a ride-"
"No, no," Grace interrupted. "I can catch the bus." She plastered what she hoped was a convincing smile on her face. Zoã gave her charge a quizzical look, before shrugging.
"Alright, if that's what you want." The Asian woman ran a hand through Grace's bed-hair. "I'll be back home around four tonight, kay? I need to run some errands for dinner, your father will be home tonight so I'm making a special dish."
Grace crossed her arms and frowned. "That's what you said yesterday," she mumbled. Zoã sighed and pulled the girl into a hug.
"I know. It's just..." She paused, looking for the right words. "Your father is just busy." She released the girl from her grasp and held her at arms length. "I promise he'll be home tonight." Zoã gave a small smile and left the room.
Grace didn't dare remove the skeletons from her closet until she heard the sound of a car pull out from the driveway. The girl then quickly opened the door, only to have Sans and Papyrus nearly topple onto her.
"i uh, know it's not my place to intervene," Sans said, pushing himself off the floor. "but who was that?"
Grace's face flushed pink and she pulled her arms close around her torso. "My nanny," she mumbled, "Well, a family friend who takes care of me." She then quickly shook her head. "But that's not important right now." She swept her long brown bangs away from her eyes. "I just need to get dressed, get breakfast, and figure out what to do."
Grace made way for the closet, before turning around and giving the brothers a stern look. "Don't break anything, don't leave the room." And with that, she closed the door of the closet.
She emerged a few minutes later, having exchanged her sweatpants and snowflake-patterned tank-top for jeans and a NASA t-shirt. Sans and Papyrus watched as Grace scurried around the room, muttering to herself as she grabbed papers and her laptop shoving them into a blue-white-and-grey zigzagged backpack. After yanking her hair into a sloppy bun, she rummaged under the bed before emerging with a pair of faded pink converse shoes.
"Okay," she stood up, then sighed, rembering one last thing. "Right...glasses. Where did I put them...?" Grace glanced at the desk before spying the glasses beside the lamp.
Sans grinned. "i guess you'll have to look for them." Grace snorted out a laugh as she reached for the spectacles. Papyrus stamped his foot in frustration.
"OH MY GOSH, SANS. THAT DIDN'T HELP AT ALL!"
Grace smiled as she cleaned her newfound glasses, the thick black frame dusted with fingerprints. "Nah, it's okay, Sans. I see what did there."
Papyrus groaned. "OKAY, WE GET IT! YOU LIKE PUNS TOO, FANTISTIC." Grace opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by a loud bark. She opened the door to find a brown and white dog sitting in the doorway. Grace beamed and reached to pet the dog.
"Good morning, Max," she cooed. Max barked again and placed his front paws on Grace's thighs, reaching to lick her scrunched-up face. He then noticed the two skeletons in the room, and excitedly bounded toward Papyrus. Wow, those bones smelled great!
Grace gasped and lunged for the dog.
"Max, no!"
With a confused bark, Max was suddenly enveloped with blue, and he floated a few inches off the floor. Grace looked up to see Sans' glowing eye and raised fist, a look of... well, Grace couldn't identify the emotion. She reached for the whimpering dog, and held onto his collar as Max fell to the ground.
"Sorry about that," she muttered. "I'll go put him outside." She quickly left the room, Max at her heels.
When she returned, she found that Sans and Papyrus had opened her curtains and looking out her window. Grace felt a pang of sadness as she realized this was their first time seeing the surface.
"WOWIE, SANS! WHAT'S THAT BRIGHT THINGY—"
"Don't stare at it!" Grace cried, a though coming to mind. Both brothers turned to look at her. "You'll damage your..." She stopped. Oh, wait. Skeletons don't have retinas. She laughed awkwardly. "Hehe...never mind."
Sans returned his gaze to the sky. "we call that, the sun."
There was a pause, then—
"WHY IS IT UP THERE? HOW IS IT UP THERE?"
Grace and Sans made eye contact (eye socket contact?) before Grace blurted out: "Magic!"
"WOWIE!" Papyrus jumped up and down. "I DIDN'T KNOW HUMANS HAVE MAGIC ON THE SURFACE!" He picked Grace up and spun her around. "WHAT AN AMAZING DISCOVERY!"
"Uh..yeah." Grace mumbled as she was set back on the ground, dizzying black dots swarmed her vision. She picked up her backpack. "C-come on," she waved the pair toward the open door. "We should probably go downstairs get some breakfast."
They all filed quietly quietly down the hall into the kitchen, Sans and Papyrus taking in the sights of the "surface" though the windows.
Grace made a beeline for the fridge, keeping track of the time as she rummaged around in the fridge. She quickly pulled out a gallon of milk and grabbed three cups from the dishwasher. After handing Sans and Papyrus a glass of milk each, she turned to the cabinet to find the Poptarts. When she had turned back to the pair, they were smiling at her, glasses empty. Grace stared. Where did the milk even go—
Never mind, she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
"Okay," she shook her head and handed them each a pastry. Sans gave it a glance, before holding it up to his teeth. The poptart seemed to just...disappear in bites. But he wasn't opening his mouth so—
Grace's mind was going to be broken by the time she got to school. She shoved her own poptart into her own mouth.
Papyrus, however, seemed uncertain of the strawberry-iced breakfast pastry, "WHAT IS THIS? IS IT LIKE SPAGHETTI?"
Grace brushed the crumbs that remained from her own pop tart off her hands. "Well, it's made of strawberry jam and icing, and-" she caught the skeleton's confused glance. "Yeah its like spaghetti you should try it." Papyrus seemed to like the answer, as he took a bite of the poptart.
Grace glanced at the clock and muttered an unintelligible word. Ushering the two brothers back into her room she explained, "Okay I have to go to school I should be back around 3:00. If you get hungry I'll leave the poptarts on the counter. Max is outside, just keep him out there he'll be fine. Zoã is going to be gone all day, so that's one less thing to worry about."
She counted off her fingers. "No going in the other rooms of the house, no destroying the house, no giving any signs to the outside that you're here," she gave Papyrus a look. "And no cooking. Zoã would have a seizure if she came home to a mess." Grace blew her bangs from her eyes. "That should cover everything-" A loud honk from the outside cut her off.
"Aaaand the bus is here." She picked up her bag and ran.
"See you after school!" And then Grace was gone.
Heeeeey guys...
I'm sorry this came out so late I meant to have it up like a month ago but things happened. Long story short, two grandparents died, my cousins moved closer to me so I was helping them get moved, my aunt (who I am extremely close to) and her husband just moved to Florida because her husband is in the Air Force and got deployed there, theater takes up a lot of time, and school.
On a totally unrelated note, may I suggest taking a look at my Instagram? I don't post selfies or anything (Okay I've only posted one BUT I ACTUALLY LOOKED GOOD IN IT AND I NEVER LOOK GOOD IN THEM CAN YOU BLAME ME!?) but I post a ton of art (it's all I have it for) and it's mostly Undertale related so that's a plus~
By no means am I asking for you to follow me (I mean you can if you want but that purely your choice) I would just like for you guys to see what else I do in my free time when I'm not trying to get these chapter up (and I promise I post on their more often then I do on here)
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