Six Skeletons and The Waitress

7. Honeybee *

Chapter Summary: Ever since you.
Special chapter.

Stretch could easily tell you how much today bothered him. Trying to fix that damn machine took all the motivation from him, a stupid 'break through' he thought was going to happen, only to be a useless light shining through the dim basement.

All the decoding, translations and complicated computer mass were shattered when Red confirmed that it was only the light that worked. He was just a computer guy with some knowledge of quantum physics. Enough knowledge that didn't render him 'useless'.

His phalanges stopped typing through the codes. Endless green computer codes moved up, stopping when he stopped. A low frustrated growl came from him as he turned the chair to face Red and Sans. They all wore protective goggles and a white lab coat, the works.

Red scratched his skull, little bits of dust falling off the rubbing bone as he snarled at the machine in the far corner. A single light within mocking them of their weeks on end work. Congratulations! They managed to turn on a fucking light bulb.

"Same thin' happen back in my universe. Thought I was a step closer on tryin' ta figure out the junk." Red said. Running his palm over his face as he groaned in frustration.

"A week's worth of work, thrown out the window." Stretch huffed. Exiting the program he was using and shut off his computer. Whatever he connected had switched the lights to go off, which meant the route he was using was another dead end.

"I dunno 'bout you, but I need a break." He shoved his hands into his hoody pockets, walking towards the two inch thick door. It was like a vault, to keep the other versions of themselves of trying to enter and exploit the plans and useless process. Four years, four years and they barely made any break through with this.

Stretch knew how frustrated they must've been, to feel like they weren't getting anywhere but chasing their nonexistent tails, going around in circles on a endless time loop.

He chuckled. At least the fucking resets stopped. His somber grin turned into a frown, the kid was unnerving. Frisk was their name. They reminded him of Chara—whenever Blue would mention chara, Red and Sans would leave the room, dragging their brothers with them.

It didn't take a genius to know what was up, after all, he did it, too. Whenever Frisk would visit Stretch would leave the house and take his brother with him. He would tense and be on high alert whenever they would drop by unannounced.

It became so bad that they had accepted that the two of them wouldn't be friends, and chose to ignore the two of them for the sake of modesty.

He didn't need to think about the kid at a time like this. It was the worst time, really. He slipped off his white coat, hung it on the hook and unstuck the tape from his sides. With a two-finger salute, he was out of the basement and back into his room.

He fell onto his bed with the springs crying out from his weight. Not taking it to any thoughts, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bear shaped honey bottle. Popping the cap off, he brought it to his mouth and sipped.

The soft buzz that quickly followed made him sigh. Finally, something better than that bitter stuff Sans drowned in.

No condiments in the basement, no complains.

Which meant the three of them had purely ran on coffee, sometimes coming up to the kitchen to eat whatever their bro's has decided to make that day.

Terrible cooking aside, they often ate out. Grillby's or Muffet's depending on their moods. If they felt like they got through something, Grillby's. If they needed a drink, Muffet's.