Six Skeletons and The Waitress

35. As it Is.

An hour passed and Muffet was ready to call it a night. Sleepiness nipped at her eyes, the call of her bed nearly making her fall over - yet when a magic electricity sparked the air, she stood up.

Stretch stumbled forward, catching himself from fully falling over. His hoody ruffled and his cargo shorts haphazardly put on the wrong way. "whats up?" He asked.

Muffet shook her head, a small smile on her lips. "This is the address, it's on the other side of the mountain but I think you can take the trail down to where Y/n is staying."

Stretch wordlessly grabbed the folded paper from Muffet's purple fingers. Unfolding the piece of paper, read the address and nodded. A slight hue of orange still decorated his bones - the soft looking porcelain was a shade lighter. Muffet didn't mention it, knowing how uncomfortable Stretch got when she did. So she opted to give him the paper instead.

"wait, this is about Y/n? Is she okay?" He asked, his attention immediately caught by the mere mention of you.

Muffet frowned. "I'm not sure, Agile and her haven't called yet and I have... a bad feeling."

"I'll.. get onto it."

Time skip

The frosted windows creaking softly against the wind, the sounds of naked tree branches hitting the sides of the cabin could be heard with every fleeting moment.

The sun was blocked out by grey snow clouds and overhead trees. Standing in the middle of the room, examining the area's in which needed to be renovated - thankfully there was no breaches along the wall or windows, being up in the attic could kill you by hypothermia if you brothers weren't fast enough.

Er, not that you think they would go that far. It would ruin their reputation and they'd loose their precious sister. A small huff came from you, cheeks stained with tears, clothes ruffled, and the loose blanket over your shoulder with Agile perched on top of your head.

There was no use in crying, no one would hear you and no one would come get you. Your brothers were probably saying lies about your whereabouts; sick from the cold weather.

Walking towards the window, you unlocked it and attempted to open it - unfortunately it was frozen solid. Glancing around the attic for any object to pick at the ice, you bit your lip. "So..." you say to Agile. "Either I try to defrost the window or I break it."

You couldn't stay, no matter how much you wanted to, you knew that if you did more abuse would be inflicted on you. If Josh or Joseph got angry at something you did or a relative said something that ticked them off, they would be marching up here and...

Taking a deep breath, you walked towards the other end of the attic, opening the boxes and shuffling through old photos, dvd cases, VSH tapes, old technology.

Feeling a small tug on your hair, you lifted your head towards the direction and coughed. Old rifles were perched on the wall, an attachable bayonet leaning on the wall - rusty and clearly aged, you pushed past the boxes and heavy chests. Leaning over one and grabbed the rusty gun part. A small huff of pride coming from you as you pushed yourself of the chest and twirled on your heel, marching back to the window.

It over looked the backyard, thick layers of snow underneath and a tree line entering further into the forest. The window was small - enough to slip through but it was a 3-story drop so hopefully the snow was thick enough to cushion your fall; if not... then this can either be a funny story to tell or something stupid.