He looked back at you, smiling drunkenly. “Hey, listen… Papyrus, er, made you a special drink at home. You placed your hand over his, trying not to get irritated with him. He shook his head, hiccupping again as he blindly reached for another bottle of ketchup. He must have been royally wasted, for it took him a full minute to let his vision focus. He slowly lifted his head, moving to look at you. Mouthing an apology to you fiery friend, you slowly placed a hand on San’s arm. Sighing in exasperation, you approached the two. You could see Sans’s back from where he sat at the bar, Grillby standing close by. However, the door remained unlocked as you slowly pushed it open. Grillby’s was empty of any customers, a sign reading “Closed” propped up on the window. With that, you hung up and grabbed your jacket. You sighed at the mention of the oldest skeleton brother. He quickly explained that it was long passed closing but there was a small problem: Sans was wasted and wouldn’t leave. You jumped slightly at the sudden voice, still confused as to why Grillby would be calling you so late. You were met with silence, Grillby’s music playing in the background. You answered it and brought the speaker to your ear as you moved to stand. Crawling to the kitchen counter and blindly reaching for the object, you were lucky in finding it on the first try. You scrambled to get up, only finding yourself on the floor as the phone continued to ring. Just as your thoughts had pulled to the skeleton brothers, the shrill ringing of your phone slammed you back into reality. You spent your days with Sans and Papyrus and nobody said a word. No, you may as well have been a monster all along. It also helped that nobody was looking to steal your soul around every corner. It was all rather helpful, considering nobody really called you a freak anymore. It certainly became easier after Alphys did a few experiments to give you more monster-like qualities, such as little stubby horns that poked through your hair and eyes that could change color at will. Despite it all, you pushed the memories aside and made the best of life with your monster friends. While you had a house, friends, and all the essentials in the Underground, it just never seemed to amount to what you had before. It was always home and nothing could ever take its place. Sure, you had adapted to the world and the array of monsters in it, but you couldn’t help but remember the surface, as they called it. It felt like forever, but realistically it couldn’t have been more than a year. You had no idea how long it had been since you woke up in the Underground. No, your gaze was upon your (f/c) ceiling as your thoughts were running a mile a minute. One of Mettaton’s many shows was droning away on the small television Napstablook had so kindly leant you, yet you weren’t exactly paying attention to it. You were sitting at home lounging around on your couch.
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