Six Skeletons and The Waitress

20. Drunk Skeletons pt2

"Uhm." Your voice was an octave up, making you clear your throat and point your fingers together. She's drunk, she wouldn't make you do anything stupid, right? Maybe she wants you to pick spin so she could ask something embarrassing in front of others to make them not like you. Edge and Blue are pretty visual about their dislike of you already.

"Dare." You said straightening your back to match her stare, the gleam in her eyes made you slum back with instant regret.

"Mhm, Okay." She nodded, pretending to think of her dare. "Question your existence for five minutes, or..." she looked around the room, her eyes landed on Edge for a second before turning back at you with the same glint in her eye. "Hug Mean for three rounds."

Nipping at your bottom lip, you kept your gaze on the floor as the room became tense. She didn't know you already met Edge and the unwelcoming encounter the two of you had with Sans, Papyrus, and Red presented.

"AH," Papyrus spoke up. "MAYBE SHE COULD HUG ME, INSTEAD?"

Papyrus, you adorable skeleton! You mentally screamed, looking up to stare at Papyrus with wide eyes. A true knight in shining armour, minus his spatula—no, your mind isn't going to wander to this morning. Nope, no.

"Pap, sweetie. I'm giving her two options. She has to pick one." Your friend pouted, sipping on her second bottle of beer.

You regretted looking at her when she outted Papyrus because the moment you did, your attention stuck on Edge and you noticed immediately that his expression darkened, glaring daggers into your soul as if daring you to choose the latter.

You lowered your gaze.

"C'mon babez, don't take too long or else I'll—" you cut her off.

"What am I doing?" You spoke, looking at your opened palms. Questioning your existence seemed the easiest way out, but that also meant everyone was going to hear your doubts and fears.

"Huh?" Stretch made a weird noise, looking over Sans to you. You kept your gaze on the floor.

"What am I doing this for? What is the point of trying to be independent when I know I'm going to give up and crawl back to my parents?" You clench your hands weakly, letting it fall to your lap as you bite your lip. "I know I don't have much qualities because the way I was raised. I know what I'm..."

"I know that I'm distant to people, I do try to make friends but since moving here I found it difficult and nearly impossible. All I ever known was to hide behind a shadow of someone else's that overcasted mine." You looked up, matching your friend's surprised eyes.

"Why am I here? What is the reason for me to keep pushing when there is people trying to hold me down. My brothers, my...friend, my parents and—many people in the background. I can feel their eyes on my back, like a large target painted on my skin that shows even through my clothes. Why do I keep trying to prove that I am something I'm not?" In the middle of your talk, your voice began to waver. You bit your lip harder, mustering the courage to keep talking. It hasn't reached the 4 minute mark and yet you are already trying to back out.

"What exactly is my purpose? Am I just to wallow on by while others achieve greater things that I won't? Or am I just an empty shell within this body to be tossed and turned?" You lowered your eyes to you palms. Shoulders shaking softly as you inhaled and exhaled lightly. Almost there, you got this.

As if he heard you, Sans grabbed your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze. Surprised and taken back, you look up at him. His grin wasn't reaching his sockets and he looked like he was hurting? No, why would he?

Nonetheless, you were grateful.

"Maybe, if I push hard enough I can see the things other people see. If I can overcome my brothers than I can overcome anything... right?"