You were grocery shopping.
You were deciding between the crappy cheese on sale and your more expensive fave when you heard creepy breathing right behind you.
Spinning around and backing up a step, you stare straight ahead and see a broad chest. Then you looked up.
Two red slivers of light in black sockets were narrowed at you, throwing gentle red light against the jutting ivory white nasal ridge, over a wide open mouth of sharp teeth gaping at you.
“holy shit it’s y o u.”
It’s a skeleton monster. Getting in your personal space, breathing down your neck, staring down at you like a hungry predator who’s just found his next meal.
Yeah, you don’t like this one bit.
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME WHAT THE HELL!!”
You throw the blocks of cheese in your hands at him, them flopping against his massive chest uselessly and falling to the floor at his feet. His gaze never shifts, not to the cheese on the floor nor to any of the people staring at you now, and he doesn’t even seem to startle when you scream at him.
You’re frozen in place, not totally sold on running away (you still need the rest of your groceries damnit), but, not totally sure you want this to escalate to a fight, either.
Before you can come up with a next move, he lunges forward faster than you can react and you feel hard, heavy hands grab you.
And you’re somewhere else.
“holy fuck i didn’t even think you existed.”
The giant skeleton monster has wrapped himself around you, still breathing through his teeth as he presses your body more firmly into his own. His hands smooth against your back over your clothes and tangle into your hair, and he babbles quietly against your skin as he peppers your forehead and hair with tiny affectionate kisses.
You scream again, bringing your hands up and pushing him away from you.
It actually works, but you know in the back of your mind that he let you. He stumbles back, looking very confused and… Hurt?
Your eyes dart around the room, absently noting the clothes scattered all over the floor and bed and the burnt orange paint peeling off the walls in places, until you spot the door behind you. You run to it and throw it open, spotting a railing over the lower floor and what you presume to be the front door. Not even sparing a second to see the stairs just off to the right, you grab the railing with both hands and vault over it.
The skeleton gasps and you hear heavy footsteps behind you. “wait- sweet-!”
You land badly on your ankle and squeak out in pain. You’ve probably twisted it. Damnit, that’s going to slow you down, but you’ve got to keep moving.
You’ve barely had time to process anything by this point, but your fight or flight instincts are turned the hell up.
Hands grab at you again and you put your fists up and start swinging. You catch him on the side of his face as you stumble away from him, still just trying to get back on your feet.
“sweetheart- listen, jus’ calm down and let me expl-“
That one earned him a kick to the teeth. With your bad leg. Ow.
You get on your feet finally and charge for the door.
He’s right behind you as you grasp the doorknob and turn it to open.
There’s a weird resistance to it, but it swings open quickly and you nearly fall on yourself as it opens inward.
Another skeleton is standing right there, the doorknob gripped in his red gloved hand and a plastic bag of groceries in his other. He’s much taller than the other one, and he has a confused scowl etched across his sharply edged face as he regards the skeleton behind you.
… You’re boxed in by skeletons.
“Don’t have fucking time for this-“
“b-boss! don’t let her leave-!”
You try to push past him but he grips your shoulder and holds you in place. You are so past done by this point.
“LET GO OF ME I SWEAR TO-“
“SANS WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE??” the new skeleton bellows over your head. “WHY IS THIS HUMAN IN OUR HOUSE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??”
He says ‘human’ like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. You didn’t really have an opinion on monsters yourself, but after how today’s turned out? Really can’t say you’re a fan.
The other skeleton looks sheepish at the two of you as you’re turned in place by the much stronger monster who’s got you in his firm grip. He shuffles his feet uncertainly as he slides his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
“she’s, uh… she’s my soulmate, boss.”
Your head turns as the bag of groceries gets dropped to the floor. The taller skeleton facepalms way over your head with his now freed hand.
“SANS, YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER FUCKWIT. HUMAN, WE NEED TO TALK. YOU DESERVE AN EXPLANATION.”