A Trio of Misfits | Bittybones story

No rest for the weary

Please read the A/N at the end!
enjoy this extra long chapter~

"...brother?"
Blues quiet voice called out from the darkness of the lounge room.

Papyrus may not have moved from his spot under the covers, but it was obvious he was just as wide awake.
"yea bro?"

"I-I can't sleep... something isn't right" He admitted anxiously as he fiddled with a loose string from the blanket.
Papyrus rolled over and propped himself up with his elbow, until his weary eyes found his brothers furrowed sockets. The white of his bones casting an almost eerie glow from the streetlights outside.

"Yeah" he sighed "I feel it too..."

It was late at night now, you had come shuffling out of bed about three hours ago and made some two-minute noodles for everyone. You were pretty apologetic for not making a 'proper dinner' but you definitely didn't need to be, anything you made was always amazing. The brothers had tried to help of course, they had been quietly worrying about you all day and didn't want you to lift a finger if they could help it, but you just waved off their concerns.
You tend to do that alot.

They tried their best not to be a bother, staying quiet in case your headache was still there-- Although no matter how hard he tried to copy his brother, Blue couldn't help the 'slurp' of his noodles.

There wasn't really any chatting tonight, apart from asking how you felt. Your response was just a shrug and a casual "i've been worse", and while your tone was perfectly calm, it unsurprisingly had the opposite effect on their already high nerves.
You left to go back to bed soon after, but they heard your hacking coughs on and off for a solid hour after that. They sounded so harsh Blue was legitimately worried that you would cough up something vital.

-- "like a lung Papyrus! o-or another important human squishiness!"--
and although Pap tried his best to reassure his brother... he honestly didn't know enough about the human anatomy to sound convincing when he said not to worry, because that will (probably? hopefully.) never happen.

With nothing else to do, aside from being anxious and fretting, the two decided to just follow your lead and go to bed.
Only it soon became very apparent that trying to sleep just made it harder to ignore the growing pain, which clutched firmly at their souls. It was a clear ache by this point and they both knew why.

The wake-up this morning might not have been ideal, but that was easily the best night sleep that either bitty had ever had. The softness of your lounge cushions, which were heaven when you first took them in, might as well be jagged rocks compared to you, and the natural warmth that just radiated from your skin wrapped around their cold bones far better then any blanket.
The dull night traffic from street was once soothing, but it had nothing on the calm that settled through them at the sound of your steady breaths, which were perfectly in time with each reassuring beat of your heart.

It's been hard to listen to before, but with everything so still, and with you so very, very close, if they focused just enough they could actually hear your soul.

It was beautiful.
It's quiet hum was like a lullaby of its very own, it was subtle but so angelic, like it was calling out to their's and they couldn't help but feel so perfectly safe and secure.

...and loved.
They each winced and brought their hands to their chest, trying to sooth the increasing ache, just the thought of you made it even worse.
As Blue hastily blinked away his watery sockets, Pap couldn't help but curse to himself for getting so attached so quickly, it was almost embarrassing how much they already missed your presence, but neither could deny how lonely they felt without you sleeping beside them.