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Not Your Housekeeper

Summary:

You storm out of the apartment one night in the middle of a storm after witnessing a scene that you'd rather not have witnessed. After crying your eyes out and getting lost, your night gets so much better when you are hit by a car.

Good thing your accidental assailants had the initiative to take you back to their place and to get you patched up.

And offer you a job and place to live?

Chapter 1: Water from the Moon

Notes:

fed to the rules

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

You hadn’t even noticed the rain when you had stormed outside your apartment with nothing on you but the clothes on your back. Well, it wasn’t really your apartment anymore; you had left it behind along with…him. The torrential downpour had already soaked through your clothes and had left you a sopping wet mess in just a matter of moments as you stormed off in a random direction, not caring where you were going, as long as you were getting away. From there, from him, from that place that held so many memories, good and bad.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, tears springing from your eyes and making your vision blurry as your teeth grinded together in pure anger, almost to the point of giving you a headache.

How dare he?!

After all you two had been through together. Three years and he just throws it all away in one night!

You shook your head, wet hair flinging water droplets and sticking to your face as your stomping feet splashed puddles, more water seeping into your clothes. You tried to not think about it. About what you saw. The images…the noises… But it was the only thing running through your mind as you continued forward in no direction whatsoever.

You heaved a quiet, tired sigh as you closed the door behind you gently, locking it before moving to untie your work shoes, letting them drop besides your boyfriend’s in a jumbled heap. He would most likely be asleep by now, knowing you had to work late today, not bothering to turn on any lights, you could see easily enough with assistance from the soft lights that the streetlights provided as they leaked in through the windows.

You smiled to yourself as you looked at the combined pair of shoes, one worn down – yours, from tons of use – the other looking brand new. You had bought those new shoes for him on your third anniversary, which had passed not too long ago. It had been nice and quiet – spent at the small apartment you two shared. Exchanging gifts and little kisses until you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. You had gotten him the shoes, and he had gotten you the necklace you currently wore around your neck. A silver chain with your birthstone.

You let out a happy sigh as you made your way down the hallway. It had been perfect. There really was no one else you’d rather spend the rest of your life with, and you were sure of it now after this most recent anniversary.

Just as you were about to head into the bathroom to wash up before heading to bed, you paused as you heard a noise coming from further down the hall. It didn’t…sound at all like your boyfriend. It was more…high pitched. Odd… Did he have his friends over? Surely he would’ve told you…

You crept towards the bedroom that you and your boyfriend shared, hidden away in the darkness, the door cracked open just a bit, hearing that high pitched noise again. Strange, it sounded like a…? Your eyes widened when you saw that your boyfriend was not alone in your bed. The one that you two shared. Your whole mind shut down as you watched the scene play out in front of you for a few moments before you had had enough, slamming the door open with tears in your eyes.

Well, at least the woman lying in bed beside your good-for-nothing boyfriend seemed resentful as the slamming door made her quickly stop whatever she was doing. The two of you argued, a shouting match that didn’t seem to have any victor until finally you quieted down and asked in a quiet voice, eyes downcast and body trembling.

“Didn’t these last three years mean anything to you…?”

“I’ve been seeing other people for two of them,” he had replied curtly, not seeming to care as you broke down in front of him, watching as your head snapped back up at his words.

You were silent for some time, processing this information until you finally got the strength in you to shout, “Fucking asshole! You’re a waste of air and space! I don’t know what I ever saw in you!” and various other curses and shouts that were accompanied with sobs as you stormed out the door, not even taking any of your belongings besides your shoes that were hastily put on your feet.

You simply had to leave…you needed to leave.

That’s where you are now, walking down a curving, winding gravel road, mind hazy and body shivering because of the cold and your emotions. You aren’t exactly sure where you are anymore or how far away from town you had walked.

How you are even going to get home? Wait, did you even have a home anymore? You lived with him, leaving behind your family and friends from the previous town you lived in. They had warned you about him, told you he was no good, but you simply brushed them off, saying that you were an adult and you could take care of yourself.

And just look at you now. You just walked out after calling him all those names. After all the shouting and screaming you did. There was no way he would take you back, even just to house you for the night. Hell, you didn’t even want to go back there. But standing here, in sopping wet clothes and freezing down to your bones wasn’t any way to mull over what to do next.

You paused in the middle of the gravel road, the only sound reaching your ears was the thick water droplets hitting the ground and your teeth chattering as you hugged yourself tighter in an attempt to get warm.

You were freezing.

Where would you go? All of your friends in this town were also his friends. They would undoubtedly take his side. You had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. You closed your eyes as fresh, hot new tears began to roll down your cheeks and mix with the rain, turning your head up towards the sky and letting the rain wash away your emotions.

You had begun to take a step back to where you had come from – hoping you would find your way back to town before hypothermia set in, maybe you had enough money to stay in a hotel room tonight? – when a new sound reached your ears that made you turn around quickly, eyes widening.

Though you weren’t sure what was louder in your ears; the screeching of the tires, the sound of your body being hit by the car, the sound of your body hitting the ground when you did make landfall, or the rain that continued to fall on you and the car that just hit you. You watched as two…pale figures stepped out of the red convertible, your eyesight even fuzzier than before as you tried to move, finding you had no energy to do so.

How hard did you the ground? Did you hit your head? Was anything broken? All you could feel was numbness, but you were chalking that up to the freezing cold of the rain.

They ran over to you, kneeling over you, the fuzziness in your eyes clearing for a split second. Skeletons? Monsters? Odd. One had cracks going down their face. Did it hurt? You didn’t think monsters lived near your town. Your mind couldn’t process this information at this time. They attempted to talk to you, asking you questions you couldn’t quite piece together. Their voices were muffled to your ears, joining into one confusing voice that made your head hurt worse than it already did. One was much taller than the other, and you couldn’t help but notice that they had the strangest eyes – were they glowing? – as you began to fade out of consciousness.

Red, like fire.

And yellow, like the sun.

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“shit shit shit shit shit,” the shorter skeleton breathed out curses as he had realized you had passed out. “is she still breathing? christ i didn’t even see her! who the hell walks around in the middle of the night in a fucking downpour?!” the shorter skeleton growled, rows of sharp teeth baring, placing all the blame on you.

“would you just shut up a second?” the snap from the taller skeleton made the other quiet down with a grumble, stuffing his hands in the pockets of a floofy black jacket that protected him from the rain. Boney fingers pressed against the pulse point in your neck, easily finding your pulse, however weak. You were also freezing cold. “she’s alive, but barely. we need to get her back to the house.”

“a human…at the house?” the other seemed to falter the slightest bit, but then his seemingly permanent grin came back to his face, albeit more forced, his single gold tooth sparkling in the headlights of the convertible as the taller of the two scooped you up quite easily in his arms. “y-you sure that’s a good idea, bud?” he seemed to grind out the last word. “some of us don’t take too kindly to humans.”

“do you want to risk bringing a human that’s near death to a human hospital?” the look the shorter skeleton gave him made the taller smirk in victory. “didn’t think so. it was your fault anyway. learn to keep your eyes on the road and not on your phone.” The words made the shorter skeleton gawk before grumbling angrily and escaping into the wet fur lining of his jacket. “the house is the best bet. at least the doc can have a look at her…it’s better than nothing.” he looked down at your unconscious form.

“s’pose…” the smaller skeleton shuffled back over to the car, climbing into the passenger seat as the taller laid you down in the back seat, taking off the single piece of clothing he seemed to have covering his torso and laying it over you – a leather jacket. It wasn’t much, and it was a bit wet, but it was better than nothing.

He slipped into the driver’s side, giving you a look in the rear view mirror before putting the car into drive and starting on the road again, mindful of the cargo they had in the backseat now.

“what’re we gonna tell everyone else?”

Yellow pinpricks of light drifted over to his companion before shrugging nonchalantly. “we could tell the truth.”

Red beads of sweat started to form on the shorter’s forehead. “a-and that would be?”

The taller skeleton was already pulling out his phone and dialed a single number, eyes never leaving the road, putting the phone to his ear. Seemed this phone number was on speed dial.

"[HELLO?]"

“doc, it’s me.”

"[I QUITE FIGURED, BUT WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE?]"

“me and red are bringing home…” he paused and looked in the backseat to your unconscious form. “a present for you.”

Notes:

AND I HIT THE GROUND RUNNING

Slightly inspired by Six Skeletons, One Maid. Bless your little heart, raccoonsinqueen.

First time doing an undertale fic, first time doing a fic with this many relationships and characters.

Please bear with me on this bumpy as hell ride we are about to go on.

Oh, and please buckle your seatbelt, I'm sure Papyrus would want you to.

(psst, also not beta'd so if you see any mistakes, feel free to call me out on them)