Y/n, Geno, and Ganz searched the rooms for Fresh, completely oblivious to what was going on downstairs.

Geno and Ganz smiled as Y/n opened another door and motioned for either one to check a different room; they could practically feel the murderous aura coming off her.

Ganz looked into a separate room and his pinpricks shrunk slightly.

Geno closed the doors to another room and noticed that Ganz was silent and still. He walked over to Ganz and looked into the room, he backed away slightly at what he saw.

"Um, Y/n, how much do you love RedBull?" Geno asked, rather hesitantly as he looked at Y/n.

"Enough to kill and never regret it." Y/n growled, as she started to walk towards Geno and Ganz. She stopped behind them and peered into their souls as, if daring them to answer her question that she was about to ask.

"Why?" Y/n spoke, before looking into the room that caused Ganz and Geno to become nervous: There, in the middle of the room laid. An empty can of RedBull.

Fresh laughed from somewhere in the house, already knowing from the silence that Y/n found the empty RedBull can.

"He's dead." Y/n stated and followed the sound of laughter as it echoed in the hallway. Geno and Ganz followed Y/n nervously: they hoped that Y/n would spare Fresh.

They probably knew it wasn't going to happen and if she somehow spared Fresh, then it would be a miracle.

Y/n saw a dark figure at the end of the hallway near her room. Y/n motioned for Geno and Ganz to be quiet and she snuck up behind the figure before pouncing on them, pinning them to the ground.

"End of the line Fr-" y/n growled, before noticing that this was not her target: not Fresh.

Y/n pulled her chloroformed knife from out of her pocket; that she forgot to place back outside and placed it on the new skeleton's neck.

"Who the hell are you?" She growled as they glared at her, their mismatched pinpricks digging into her form as they struggled and glitched. She felt a skeleton hand being placed on hers and they tried to pry her hand off the knife and away from his neck.

"The name's Error you fucking glitch! Now let me go!" Error yelled, and Geno gasped from behind her. Ganz summoned a Gaster blaster before it vanished into thin air.

"Geno, Ganz, I got it handled. Besides, isn't it rude to attack someone who is unconscious." She spoke and picked up an unconscious Error by his scarf.

"Not to mention that he seemed to crash." She poked Error's skull.

Y/n walked past Geno and Ganz, who watched her with concern as they trailed behind her, now watching Error with dangerous pinpricks; their magic starting to show in their hands: preparing to attack if needed.

"We got another skeleton," Y/n spoke as she dragged Error down the stairs.

"This one is called Error." Y/n yawned and tossed him onto the couch next to Nightmare.

Ink gasped and ran out of the kitchen, paintbrush in hand and he pointed it at the unconscious Error. Nightmare sighed and got off the couch, angered that his space was invaded.

"Again. You can't kill anyone or injure anyone." Nightmare sighed and went to stand by
Y/n, ignoring Geno and Ganz's glare.

"Nightmare," Ganz warned from beside Geno, looking at him from the corner of his eye sockets as he glanced from Error to Nightmare, trying to watch both.

"Calm down Ganz. If I wanted to kill her she'd already be dead." Nightmare laughed and held Y/n's hand. She didn't pull away, not bothering to waste her energy.

Error groaned and all eyes turned to him, some glaring and some wary. Only one was excited about this: Fresh, who was standing next to Classic with a nervous smile, knowing that a particular human was looking at him with murderous intent.

"The fuck happened? I swear I got knocked out by a kn-" Error groaned before getting cut off, seeing Y/n and the other skeletons looking at him. Red, who was still in the kitchen peered from around the corner, not noticing smoke rising and leaking out of the doorway.

"Welcome back to the world of the living. I'm Y/n and this is my house I like to call Hell." Y/n told him.

"What the funk did you do?" Error spoke venomously before he noticed Nightmare and also noticed that he was holding her hand.

"Nightmare? Why are you holding that glitch's hand?" Error glared at Y/n from his spot on the couch before he realized something. She was wearing a blindfold, he recalled trying to rip it off her before she knocked him out.

That's what probably set her off. He realized.

Y/n noticed that her blindfold was loose, she pulled her away from Nightmare: she tightened her blindfold, ignoring the concerned pinpricks directed towards her.

Exco hissed from the corner of the room before slithering towards Y/n, climbing up her leg and wrapped around her neck: it deemed the situation under control.

Error swore he saw something unusual before she fixed her blindfold.

He didn't trust her.

Not.

One.

Bit.

Error opened his mouth, about to speak before the smoke alarm interrupted them, causing everyone except Y/n and Exco to grabbed their head (Exco obviously didn't because it's a snake).

Y/n groaned and wiped away a bit of blood that was streaming down her mouth before she and Exco went to the kitchen, Exco hissing at the skeletons as a warning.

"Hey Red, can ya move." Y/n yawned and grabbed the pan that was on fire: ashes clearly visible inside.

Red moved out of her way as she went to the sink, Exco biting at the air in front of Red's face: tormenting him.

Red flinched when Exco did that.

"Exco put the water on." She looked at Exco, who was slithering down her shoulders and across the flaming pan, setting itself onto the counter with a hiss.

It nudged the sink and it turned on; cold water filling it.

Exco let out a soft hiss as a gust of cold air swept over its hot scales.

Y/n nodded and dropped the pan into the sink, hearing the water sizzle and boil in retaliation.

"Ink." Y/n spoke, hearing Ink enter the kitchen as she watched the water boil in outrage.

"For future reference and the sake of this house with everyone inside," Ink smiled nervously. "You're not allowed to cook anything without anyone making sure you don't burn the house down." She told Ink, who now held a guilty smile as Red sighed and left the kitchen, muttering to himself.

"Now, how about we try making breakfast again,"  She proposed, "This time we'll make it correctly with the perfect seasoning to go along." Y/n told the guilty Ink who started to look hopeful.

Exco shook its head in front of her, indicating that it's a bad idea; Y/n however, just smirked.

"R-Really?" Ink stuttered, hoping to have another chance to bond with Y/n.

"I offered didn't I?" Y/n told him, and picked up another pan as Exco watched, shaking its head softly with a smile that it somehow managed to form: the soft red glow shining against the smooth counter as it watched Y/n attempt to teach Ink to cook.

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Click: Awww, Ink is having some bonding time with Y/n.

Cryptic: That's the only thing that caught your attention? Not the part where Error somehow managed to survive the others?

Click: Yup! And it's the most important part!

Cryptic: No, no it's not.