UnderHelp

It was past midnight, according to the digital clock on the radio that finished playing my ‘Sinkin Bark’ album with their finishing song ‘Thumb’. (Haha, inside joke)

I watched my driving more carefully now that frost and snow is layering the road, not to mention that literally the whole surroundings could be complete darkness if it weren’t for my headlights helping my travel.

I can see from the dramatic change of weather that I’m nearly there at my destination. But just in case… I looked at my directions given to me by Mrs. Tor- er… Tutorial? … Something along those lines. Must be foreign.

Whatever her name is pronounced, I’m still eternally grateful for her giving me this home. I swear this time I will make business! Especially now that I don’t live in a sardine can I once called an apartment. Man, I hate that city.

I swear to my soul that things are going to change. I feel that this is finally going to blossom into something much more than a two-week career and forced to move out because ‘apparently’ a post office is more important than counselling service. Who even post mail these days?!

I leaned in to wipe the fogged window but there I spot in a form of a blur, a skittish rabbit throwing itself near the bumper of the car. I slammed the brakes and the car squealed at a halt, inches away from the frozen rabbit. I gasp in relief as the rabbit slowly hopped away in one piece.

I give this a moment to catch my breath and ink the directions in my mind. Just a few minutes… and I’ll be there. At a REAL home.

A few moments slipped by and I saw over the distance a small town. Little cabins sat on the snowy lands along with a crystal-like lake. Protective pine trees huddled together in rows as the lifeless town only shined Christmas lights that coiled around an even larger pine tree in the center of the town. Snowflakes danced and fell on the glass of the windshield.

Seeing all of this was breath-taking. I felt my heart warming up to a new beginning.

I pulled in the driveway of my new home and searched for the garage button that’s dangling around with the other pile of keys. I bet if I look through my keychain, I have the keys to Narnia. Ahah! Sneaky trickster! Found you.

I snatched the garage button and aimed it ahead and with a push of a button, the garage door opened. I parked the tin can in and shut it off. The vehicle’s engine gave one last grumble before silencing.

I carried with me eight suitcases, four in each arm and struggled my way into the home. I dropped my bags with a thump before feeling my way for a light switch. With success, I found one and switched it on. The room lit alive. I stun, gazing at the simple but AMAZING prepared interior design for what seemed to be the lounge-room. Timber flooring, a long comfy sofa and couch chair, a T.V … everything that I need!

I wasn’t expecting Mrs. Tutorial(?) to offer me ALL of this! Were they that desperate for a counselor? She is a stranger to me… so why is she very… generous? Either she’s kissing my ass because I will be asked to do something… drastic… or I’m in the position of owing her. Or maybe she’s just a nice lady that I have to meet and thank.
Although, touring around my house wasn’t the first thing on my mind… I had a sudden change of thought.

I examined every inch of the house in astonishment. Everything was organized and neat. The kitchen was spacious and modern looking, especially with the glistening marbled bench. The bathroom was sparkling white with black tiled floors. There’s even an extra room for guests! Now there’s only one room left: My room.
I decided not to even bother with the brick-loaded suitcases and deal with them later. I abandon them and walked down to the last room. There’s a note sticky-taped to the door. It’s written in red. Or… BLOOD?! No, just red pen.

“Frisk, dearie, I do promise you will love your stay with us. We will treasure your company and help. I Hope that anything isn’t a trouble for you when you meet new…’friends’…
With regards, Toriel.
Oh, if you have any questions, ring this number. (612) Bless!”

I looked at the strange note on the door weirdly. My hands swipe the note off the door and reread the whole thing again.

‘I hope that anything isn’t a trouble for you when you meet new…’friends’…’

Now what the holy heck is she implying here???

‘When you meet new…’friends’…’

My eyes squinted together to make sure that whatever I’m reading isn’t misinterpreted.

‘Meet new…’friends’…’

What. The. Hell?!

Does she think that I have trouble making new friends??? I beg your fucking pardon! I am a friend-making MASTER! And what’s with the phone number?! ‘612’? Is she trying to get on my nerves on purpose? Have I just got nemesis-zoned? I think I just got nemesis-zoned…

No, no, no… this is all wrong. This is just an exaggeration. She probably doesn’t mean it like that anyway… We will meet and become good pals! We will laugh at this silly misunderstanding!

…maybe.

Reality wipes away the thoughts once I noticed that I was ripping and scrunching the paper from the intensity. I relaxed my fingers and folded the paper, pocketing it away once done.

I looked at the doorknob. The way it appears allures my hand forward. Just to make things dramatic and agonizing, I made sure that I slowly reach for the knob and turn it around at a dying slug lifting ten pounds pace. The handle clicked satisfyingly, allowing the door to be pushed open. I poked it. The door then swung at a terrifying speed and slammed itself open with a SMACK! The impact made the walls shudder just a little. I could have sworn I heard a few dog barks too… Hopefully the neighbors didn’t catch that.

I stepped forward into the room, instantaneously getting gripped in wonder and disbelief. My throat was constricted with no words to describe the room, just a choked gasp. My stomach took a nonexistent compact from a metaphorical bowling ball because if that were to really happen, I wouldn’t be standing here like a dumbass.

The room itself felt like home. The walls are creamy colored which pours warmth over me just looking at it. In the middle of the room sat a nice fluffy red rug and just near it laid a dreamy bed accompanied by a tall purple lamp. There was also a wide glass door at the back of the room that leads to a balcony with a great view.

The bedroom looked like the size of my old apartment, maybe even bigger. I couldn’t believe all of this! This is way too much than I bargain for! Is this what being spoiled felt like? I can’t help but to feel guilty for the troubles Mrs. Toriel did just for me… A stranger…

I know what to do! I could search around town and make a gift basket for thanks for her appreciation! It’s brilliant- If I do say so myself! Hehehe!
I could feel my own eyes drooping from tiredness. My limbs numbed and grew limp. I think that it’s time to catch some z’s. I crawled myself into the soft bed and cuddled myself with the blanket to sleep.

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“BROTHER!!! WAKE UP! OUR NEW NEIGHBOUR HAS FINALLY ARRIVED AND I EXPECT YOU TO JOIN ME TO BRING THE NEWCOMER MY WELCOME SPAGHETTI!” Exploded the tall skeleton monster’s voice all the way from the kitchen. Pans and pots smashed together from the preparation war going on in that kitchen of hell and destruction.

Sans’ eyes blinked sluggishly as he received the morning call from Papyrus. He supposes that he should get going… or not… maybe a little more… minutes… hours…zzz…
“SANS IF YOU DON’T WAKE UP RIGHT NOW THIS INSTANCE, I WILL DO THE UNTHINKABLE AND”-

“yes, mother…” yawned the smaller skeleton who happened to teleported his way into the kitchen behind his YOUNGER -and I don’t need to underline it- YOUNGER brother (who sprung up to the heavens and back in shock).

Papyrus swung around and folded his arms in disapproval. He Let out all this mumbo jumbo about how Sans should try walking more than using his magic in useless purposes. That he should really stop the lazy nonsense and bluh, bluh, bluh… all the stuff that Sans truthfully never listens to. In fact, he’s drifting to sleep right now.

“SANS!!!” Two large gloved hands grab hold of Sans’ jacket and shook him around like a martini until he awakes. This took an unbelievable five minutes.

“whoa bro… don’tcha think you’ve aQUAKEn me up enough?” Sans snorted once his brother whined and groaned at that TREMORble pun. Heh.

And after long periods of time trying to get out of the house, they finally succeeded! Papyrus dragged Sans through the snow by his hood all the way to the other side of the street where their neighbor’s house rests. They walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell, waiting to find out what the neighbor is like! Papyrus nibbled on his non-existent nails in nervousness and excitement. Sans just stands there, contemplating his life which he doesn’t have.

Loud sounds could be heard from the inside of the house which wasn’t really a problem for the two skeletons as that was a normal thing to hear in everyday life for them.

“I-I’ll be there! Just wait, please!” a faint, croaky feminine voice shouted from the house. The two skeletons waited there awkwardly for two minutes until the door started to creak slowly.

The skeletons watched eagerly- Well Papyrus did… who knows with Sans. The door opened up to reveal…

Suddenly the two brothers’ sockets went wide. Papyrus’s jaw literally dropped onto the ground along with the plate of spaghetti he was carrying. The plate crashed onto the porch into a thousand china fragments. Sans tiny glowing pupils dimmed. The skeletons are witnessing the unbelievable, the questionable and the unsayable. Speechless, was what they were for that moment. Questions filled Sans’ mind along with a new sense of emotions he wasn’t sure was good or bad or maybe neutral. Papyrus is still frozen physically and mentally.

Their neighbor is a … HUMAN???