Six Skeletons and The Waitress

41. Anger

"SEXUALLY- YOU DARE-?!"

Stretch snickered, pushing past Red and walked around Edge. He straightened his hunched posture to appear taller and successfully hid you from Edge's view. "why do you care?"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT HER WELLBEING, NEITHER SHOULD YOU." Edge snapped back. His eyelights snapping towards your bruised up face — his jaw tightening the slightest. "ASK CREAMPUFF TO HEAL YOUR BRUISES. I HAVE... THINGS... TO DO."

"Edge-" you called, tightly holding onto Stretch's orange sweater. "I.. give me time to process what happened, okay?" Was this being the bigger person? Did you tell the others that this was a frequent thing that often happened back home? You furrowed your brows a bit. Maybe they know the gist of it — why can't you remember?

Edge huffed. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU CHOSE TO DO." A sick grin appeared over his jagged teeth as he looked over Stretch's shoulder towards you. "HOWEVER.. DISCOLOURATION DOES NOT SUIT YOU."

"EXCUSE ME." He said after a moment of silence. He spared a glance at you before taking his leave with long, purposeful strides. Red cursed underneath his breath as he called out for Edge in stern before following after him.

Swallowing the thick lump in your throat once you knew he was out of ear shot and sighed softly "I had it under control."

"you froze up at the mere sight of him, y/n." Stretch said, taking a step to your side and lightly brushed his finger against the curve of your cheek. "you're still trembling."

Slapping his hand away, you pursed your lips and avoided looking at him. "I'll be fine, it's not my first time being frozen terrified."

Stretch clicked his mouth shut, his teeth clinking together . He fought the urge to argue with you, that you didn't have nothing to worry about now that you're here with them. They could protect you from the bad people, Edge included if you so much just asked. Stretch knew better than to push you, though, so he stayed silent.

He knew he should be worried that you were shoving your needs underneath the bus, but you were an adult. Sooner or later, you'll see what he means.

"'right.. just don't be too scared to ask for a lending hand, k?" he said, sighing softly and began to gnaw at the cigarette but between his teeth. The scowl on your lips vanished without a trace and in its place was a smile, a grateful smile. Soft, inviting and warm. Stretch felt a tingle in his chest that he ignored.

"Thank you." You simply whispered - unable to contain himself, Stretch ruffled your hair adoringly.

"Anytime kid."

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Trying to convince Sans, Stretch, and Red to go back to your apartment took longer than you expected. They were persistent that you stay behind while they went to fetch your things. Stubborn about the whole thing, you refused to have them go without you. Even if they shortcut away, you'd message either of them to come back 'or else'.

You weren't sure what to use as leverage against the three know-it-all skeletons but your empty threat had worked for Sans. Both Stretch and Red, according to Sans, were trying to get your friend to open her door.

"I'm not.. going to use your shortcut.. can we use actual transportation?" You ask rather meekly, warily eyeing Sans' outstretched hand towards you.

The clock was ticking and it was nearly seven pm, half an hour ago you suggested on getting your stuff into storage before the day is up. Still refusing Sans' offer about moving in despite the many reassurance you got from him. Papyrus and Blue had yet to show up. Despite your concerns, the brothers shrugged off your worries and reassured you that they'll be back before the night ends.